#and another to Force cheerfulness when we know he must be breaking apart

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Is satorus happy-go-lucky and goofy personality just a front to hide his deeper feelings and sadness from others? Or is it his actual personality? Like in jjk 0 when getou just died, Infront of his student he was jumping around all happy and brought the focus to how yuta was related to him and there are more instances but you get what I’m pointing out right?

it’s definitely not a front !!!! like you pointed out with jjk 0, satoru is definitely capable of (and often does) cover up his own emotions when he feels like it’s needed, but his cheerful persona isn’t something he has to force. gojo is a very hopeful person, and more than anything the type to go with the flow — in my mind, people misunderstand him when they assume that he’s sad deep inside. gojo is deeply traumatized and deeply isolated but he’s never been the type to lament over that fact, he accepts it and that’s that!!!

and i think that’s proof of just how strong he is mentally. other people would easily break under the pressure he’s under, but gojo accepts it and finds joy in his life anyway. he’s genuinely very cheerful, and has his ’youthful’ spirit still intact, which to me in itself is part of his rebellion against the way jujutsu society is structured. he’s a people person, someone who enjoys buying his students souvenirs— etcetc. so i think it would be very wrong to call it a front!!!!! gojo is very skilled at masking his emotions when he needs to, but the cheerfulness in particular is something very integral to who he is as a person :3

[thiriann]

Delectable

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A short smutty oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5k

Pairing: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+, Vampire Spawn Astarion  × Tiefling Tav ,Traumatized Astarion (Baldur's Gate) ,Getting to Know Each Other ,Falling In Love, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus ,Menstruation ,Oral Sex ,Hand Jobs ,one shot

Summary:

“You look simply ravishing my dear.”

She smiled a bit at the praise but it did little to settle her nerves.

Astarion eased her legs over his shoulders taking the time to caress her thighs on either side of his head. His eyes were trained on her glistening center, glowing with an animalistic sort of hunger.

It felt a little strange, a little daunting… then she felt his breath and then his tongue.

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“I think I need a minute," Thiriann gasped, her hands on her hips, desperately fighting to catch her breath.

Their day exploring the ruins of the Rosymorn Monastery had been filled with climbing and jumping from roof to roof, leaving her more winded than usual. It was normal for the wizard to lag sometimes, often side by side with Gale, but that day  her lack of stamina was especially apparent.

Pain ripped through her midsection as if on cue, and realization dawned on her. She bit her lip, doing the math in her mind. Sure enough, it had been almost a month since she last bled.

"Are you okay there, soldier?" Karlach asked, hoping next to her side with ease.

Thiriann felt a prickle of embarrassment, staring at the boisterous woman. They were both tieflings and both had been soldiers, yet when it came to physical endurance, they were worlds apart.

"Yeah, you know how it is...probably..." she stammered, unsure why she felt the need to be discreet. But after the daily horrors they endured, faltering over something so minor as period cramps made her strangely ashamed.

"It must be that you're hungry. Hold on a sec, I have an apple in my pack," Karlach said, handing her a big shiny fruit.

The woman was an angel.

"Why don't we take a short rest here? My knees can only take so much climbing without protest," Gale offered, ever the gentleman.

As the group spread around, enjoying the admittedly beautiful scenery, Thiriann sat quietly on a flat rock, forcing herself to take small bites even as the cramps had killed any appetite.

Astarion slinked next to her unnoticed, perching himself by her side.

"Is something troubling you, my dear? You look drained, and I know it wasn't me," he inquired in his typical flirtatious fashion.

"I just had a light breakfast and lost my strength," she tried the now tried-and-tested excuse.

"Might I suggest getting it back? I don't travel with you for your personality, you know," he teased.

"That's not funny. I feel like I might pass out on the next vine we need to climb on," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

"You've lost your power and your sense of humor? How wretched," he smirked, and she rolled her eyes.

This man would be the death of her. Even after sleeping together multiple times, he was still so aloof and confusing. At times, she wondered if he liked her at all.

His face shifted then, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, only to abruptly close it and squint his eyes.

She was about to ask him if he was okay when he suddenly stood up and announced, "Enough waiting around. Let's go hurt someone," in his usual cheerful tone.

As she sighed heavily and stood up, another painful jolt shoot through her abdomen. Trying to breathe through it she caught up with the others.

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The rest of the day had been miserable. The cramps were unusually relentless, and by the time the sun was setting, she was panting on every exhale, desperate for her bedroll. Astarion had also been acting strange all day, breaking his thieves tools over and over, stumbling over his own feet and dropping his daggers on more than one occasion. Maybe he was also lacking the stamina for the heavily physical activities they were doing.

She'd caught him watching her a few times, his eyes following her whenever she spoke to the people they encountered. He'd been doing that a lot as of late. Sometimes he'd smirk at something she said, and it would send a spark of joy through her. But the only reason she'd caught him was that she'd started looking at him more as well.

When they finally got back to camp she got the chance to change. Sure enough her underwear were soaked in blood, more than any prestidigitation could clean but at least her pants were salvageable. She quickly cast firebolt ending the garments.

Laughter could be heard from the campsite, everyone gathered to chatter over dinner. All she wanted was to curl up under a blanket and sleep, something which would be impossible given she didn't actually have a tent.

She'd never wanted one, in all of her years traveling sleeping under the stars had simply become her normal. And it felt especially needed during this adventure, with all the uninvited guests they seemed to get in their camp. But now she wondered if it wasn't too late to change her mind.

She had to wait for everyone to go to bed before she could manage to get a semblance of peace.

Sighing heavily she heard the faintest rustle of leaves followed by “Hello beautiful.” It was hardly surprising he'd seek her out at night, he'd been doing that a lot as of late too. He was already by her side by the time she'd noticed him, barely a foot away. Rogues and their horrible sneaky nature.

She turned to look at him. The moonlight was shining in his hair, making the silver strands glow and she found herself truly enchanted by his beauty. They’d known each other for weeks yet he still could mesmerize her with a glance.

"What did the poor silks do to deserve such a cruel fate?" he asked with a lilt in his voice, and she cursed inwardly that he hadn't come later when the undergarments had been fully incinerated.

"They committed the great sin of not being my color. And terribly gaudy," she replied.

"Simply unforgivable. You're better off without them," he said, his voice full of seduction as he slid behind her and placed his hands on her hips.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't ignore the heat he inspired in her with his words.

"I know you're in a spot of bother, darling. It has been rather distracting," he whispered over her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck.

Embarrassment flooded her, and she pulled away, irritated. Of course, a bloody vampire would notice.

Feeling defensive, she turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes, well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," she said annoyed.

Unfazed by her irritation, he continued in his flirtatious tone. "You know, we could always make the most out of an uncomfortable situation, darling. If you're amenable that is."

"Make the most of it how?"

Taking an elegant step forward, he made sure to move his hips just enough to subtly attract her attention.

“They say a little death could bring great relief during such uncomfortable moments and I am more than willing to help.” he said, his eyes trailing her form from head to toe before meeting hers again.

She was still looking at him as if she knew what the words meant but couldn't make out the meaning of them strung together.

"Come now, don't be coy, darling. I am nothing if not a man of tremendous appetites," he continued.

"You mean...you're suggesting..." she started before quietly gasping mid-sentence as the meaning dawned on her. Her cheeks flushed scarlet in a manner that was both adorable and utterly appetizing.

The instinctive "no" rose to her lips, but then it stopped and lingered there.

The very idea of what he was offering filled her with unease but when she really thought about it, it wasn’t like he hadn’t gone down on her before or drank her blood from various spots on her body. This would be like strangely combining the two…probably.

She'd never done this particular act before, and it wouldn't be an understatement to say no man had ever seen her like this, in this condition. But with him, the thought didn't seem so intimidating. Maybe with him, it wouldn't be that bad. And she was never particularly good at resisting his advances.

"Alright, let's give it a try," she said with a ridiculous, endearing look of determination on her face. "Where should we go?"

"Here is as fine a spot as any. The others are far away, and we have this lovely fire of your former undergarments," he replied, his voice laced with amusement.

She gave him an annoyed look despite barely holding back a smile herself. "You're impossible, do you know that?" she retorted, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him. He accepted it readily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

His tongue immediately prodded at her mouth, teasing her lips until she opened up for him. He wasted no time dominating her mouth, and she couldn't win that fight even if she wanted to. So instead, she tried to keep up with him, caressing his tongue with her own while tangling her fingers into his soft curls.

His hands, which could never stay idle, started moving up her body, and she caught her breath, causing him to chuckle.

"Cold?" he asked innocently, knowing she was feeling anything but.

"No," she answered anyway, diving into his lips again.

When his fingers brushed against her breast her heartbeat sped up igniting his hunger but he managed to keep himself in check, he always did.

He unlaced her leather top with uncanny precision before pushing one of the straps to the side and grasping her naked breast. The nipple was already pebbled when he flicked his thumb against it. Thiriann moaned in his mouth, her grip on his curls tightening as he continued teasing the sensitive nub.

He released her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone as his free hand revealed her other breast. She pulled his body to hers, needing him closer needing to feel his sturdy frame press against her. Her fingers grasped his shirt, trying to pull him closer, to feel more of him but all too soon he pulled away.

His tongue flicked over her collarbone before he replaced it with his lips and she felt her knees trembling.

“Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable? “ he whispered in her skin "Come darling.”

With elegant ease he knelt on the grass pulling her down in his lap. She followed and they both freed her from her top completely.

Their lips met, wet and messy, and Thiriann's hands were hot against his back, his shoulders, his arms, anywhere they could reach. He opened them against her and allowed her tongue to enter his mouth and glide against his.

He tasted of fresh herbs with just a slight hint of citrus. He'd known they would kiss, known that she'd give into his advances, and prepared for it.

All too soon he took control again and she was swiftly pushed down onto the grass with him crawling on top of her. Astarion shifted his weight onto his right arm, his left hand pressing first to Thiriann’s chest and then sliding down, his fingers tripping over hard cartilaginous bumps and dragging over the soft skin of her belly.  Despite his cold skin,  heat bloomed everywhere he touched making her pant in his mouth. He shifted lower kissing down her exposed breasts,  her ribs, taking the time to linger when he reached her belly, and that simple act felt more intimate than anything they'd done that night and her chest swelled with emotion. Soon he reached the hem of her pants and was as fast at untying their laces as he'd been with her top and within moments, he was helping her slip out of them.

He hooked his fingers in her newly changed underwear and tugged, bringing them down her slender legs.

The fragrance of her sweet blood filled the air along with the scent of her arousal. It was such a heady combination he felt his mind turn hazy.

Her eyes were firmly trained on the stars, afraid of seeing his reaction. It was silly and unreasonable but despite everything he'd said she still felt shame run through her and settle in her stomach. She squeezed her hands around her midsection just a fraction yet it caught his attention and he looked at her face once again.

Soft lips met her knee and she finally trailed her eyes from the stars to him.

“Gorgeous,” Astarion breathed his eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled deeply, cheek resting against her leg.

“You look simply ravishing my dear.”

She smiled a bit at the praise but it did little to settle her nerves.

Astarion eased her legs over his shoulders taking the time to caress her thighs on either side of his head. His eyes were trained on her glistening center, glowing with an animalistic sort of hunger.

It felt a little strange, a little daunting... then she felt his breath and then his tongue.

He licked over her folds gently, tracing the places blood had smeared over her thighs. She could see the blood on her hooded clit followed immediately by his tongue as he made sure to clean ever spot of it.

There was no sucking, no nipping, no light teasing of teeth yet. His tongue circled over her clit, just the wet flat of it, and the move got her to exhale a shaky breath.

Her big, shiny eyes watched it closely, the slow yet firm dragging of it making her insides clench. He did nothing more than lick her that way yet that simple movement awakened a tempest of desire within her.

Circling around her hole he felt like he was teasing himself as much as her.

His tongue, moving lightly and almost experimentally, traced over the seam of her before he dipped in deep. A satisfied shiver ran over his body at the intensity of her sweet taste.

Her core tightened up and she had to remember to keep breathing, but it was so hard focus on anything other than his movements on her.

Thiriann let out a breathless little moan when he dipped back down to her, lapping at her with wet flicks of his tongue that she could hear. He opened his mouth wide before tracing his tongue flat from top to bottom and licking all of her.

Her chest rose and fell, stopping only on a hitch of breath when he swirled his tongue over her clit. His lips followed, sucking on her before pulling back and teasing her again. He ate at her with vigor and ferocity she wasn't prepared for, as if the very taste of her was sustaining him, which she supposed was partially true.

He pulled back then and she whined in disappointment making him chuckle at her needy reaction.

“Tsk tsk. Impatient aren’t you, darling? Don't worry I'll take care of you.”

She could only whimper as she felt his hand prod at her center teasing her slick folds before finding her clit and gently rubbing circles on it.

Astarion glanced up at her face, intent on watching her expression as he eased one finger into her and then another.

She groaned at the intrusion, her body squeezing his fingers, trying to accommodate them inside.

Satisfaction rolled over her as his fingers filled her, thrusting in and out with practiced precision. She moaned as he rubbed insistently over her the delicate spot within her, building up the tension inside her before suddenly pulling out.

He brought his fingers to his lips before dragging his tongue languidly over the digits making sure her eyes were on him the entire time.

He made a hum of approval and she left like she might burst into flames on the spot. It was obscene, utterly mortifying and incredibly arousing. A loud gasp left her chest and she had to fight the urge to hide her face.

“Don’t be shy, darling. You’re delectable.”

He was playing with her, a predator playing with his prey and she was entirely at his mercy. He dipped his fingers inside her again and she whimpered at the realization he’d just pull out again and leave her empty.

"Do you like that, my sweet?" Astarion breathed aiming his fingers at her sweet spot again, caressing it over and over, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Astarion, please…” she nearly sobbed tilting her hips into his touch.

“Hush,love.” He shut her down instantly “Be a good girl and you’ll get what you desire.”

The taste of her blood on his tongue and the power over her were getting to his head, making an intoxicating thrill run through him.

 She bit her lip, fang digging in as he pulled out to lick at his fingers again. The low growl that left his mouth at the taste set her skin aflame.

He continued his little game for some time, bringing her to the edge over and over before stopping right as she was about to tip over it.

A thin sheet of sweat broke over her body, the frustration and maddening pleasure making her writhe and thrash against the ground.

Finally taking pity on her Astarion planted his thumb on her clit and pressed. Thiriann cried out into the night, her hips jolting at the overstimulation.

“You’re doing so well. You can come now love.”

A sob of relief left her lips at his permission and it barely took a few circles of his thumb before she unraveled.  Astarion’s cock throbbed as she spasmed around him, squeezing his fingers almost painfully. He ran his tongue languidly over his slick fingers one last time all while watching her breasts heave as she got her breath back.

It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted more.

She breathed out his name as he made his way to her hole again, this time going over it with his tongue, dipping just slightly inside. She was still so very sensitive but it was soft and cool against her, applying the barest amount of pressure and she let herself enjoy the delicate licks. Slowly their intensity began to increase and she let out a whimper as his pointed tongue went over her clit.

The usual precision of his movements seemed to be faltering the longer he went on. His tongue flicked and his lips suckled and she shivered, moaning now with every exhale.

He grabbed both of her cheeks, digging in his fingers and spreading them before plunging his tongue inside her. A loud unrestrained moan left her lips at the rough treatment and she dug her fingers into the grass. He fucked her with his tongue, plunging in and out relentlessly. It was cool but getting warmer from her heat and oh so nimble, spinning it inside her, licking at her walls mercilessly, exploring all of her.

She moaned his name over and over, the proximity to their companions long forgotten.

She was close; she could feel it in her spine, in her stomach, in her fuzzy head but still her orgasm took her by surprise the second time. She screamed his name as she came and it made him growl right against her core as she pulsated like a heartbeat.

 She mewed and panted, and the arching of her back and the trembles of her marvelous body and those damn sweet little sounds she made had him grabbing her waist, keeping her in place as she tensed up from pleasure. Her hands slid of the grass and onto his own that gripped her middle, holding onto him as much as she could.

He slowed down when she came but never took his tongue away, instead he circled it around her hole, over her sensitive lips. He liked every crevice, every fold making sure he didn’t miss a single drop of her delicious blood, chasing her taste.

She shuddered as he licked her clean, even opened her mouth to tell him to stop, it was too much, too good.

All trace of the pain or discomfort was gone as she panted sated on the grass.

He eased away from her watching her with a strange expression on his face. If she had to name it, she'd say he looked pleased with himself and maybe a little puzzled.

Despite licking the blood from her for so long, his hunger had only increased, the flames in his belly burning angrily at being teased but not sufficiently quenched. He’d gone even paler than before, shaking ever so slightly as the hunger pangs shot through his body.

He grit his teeth tightly, trying to get some semblance of control over himself.

She looked absolutely delectable under him with her delicious blood that had rushed to her cheeks giving them a rosy hue and her skin beautifully glistening with sweat. He was sure he could hear her heartbeat as it raced.

She touched his face, just a light brush of her fingers. Astarion seemed only mildly surprised that she would lift her hand to touch him when she absolutely didn't have to, but he didn't stop her or say anything about it either. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing over a high cheekbone, then under his bottom lip.

Astarion," she whispered, her breath ragged. "Come here you can feed from me” she said, sitting up to face him.

His face softened momentarily but it was for such a brief moment she wondered if she didn’t imagine it. Instead, his expression was quickly replaced by his usual mischievous smirk as he leaned towards her.

“I was so hoping you’d say that, you sweet generous thing.”

The speed of his hands betrayed his urgency, one wrapping around her shoulder and the other holding the back of her head. It was somewhat awkward to feed in this position, face to face with him between her spread legs but the moment his fangs sank into her neck, nothing mattered anymore. He sucked a long pull of her blood and sighed happily as its heavy weight hits his stomach.

Her body went limp against him, leaning her weight on his sturdy frame for support.Her hands pressed against his chest and she could feel his muscles tense under her as they working on swallowing her down.

Faster than usual her vision began to swim and she used the strength left in her arms to push him away gently.

He growled low in his throat but went willingly. Despite the difficulty of letting go, he felt immediately better after, in control over his body once again.

“Thank you my dear that was…” he paused changing direction mid-sentence “ A truly succulent meal”.

And a very dangerous one by the looks of it.

He saw her eyes move lower down his body and settle on the prominent tent of his trousers.

“Oh? Still not satisfied darling? Aren’t you just insatiable.”

 “I'm quite satisfied, actually," she replied, a playful glint in her eye and his ego visibly swelled.

"I was thinking we could take care of you now," she purred, a suggestive smirk playing on her lips.

Her words gave him pause.

“I'd love to but what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you do all the hard work after the day you've had?”

"So, you don't want to?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine confusion. He could safely assume no other lover before had refused her affections.

He considered her offer for a moment, probably too long a moment for something like this.

It had been a while since anyone had offered to grant him pleasure and even longer since he'd accepted.

His body was thrumming with arousal from being kept on edge for so long, from the fresh blood coursing through his veins but he also felt exposed, still feeling a little raw from his earlier loss of control, a sick feeling of vulnerability twisting inside him.

She looked so openly earnest in her desire to please him and something in his chest squeezed painfully.

“If you wish to please me my dear, well, you won't hear me complaining. “he said, leaning back on his hands and presenting the beautiful curves of his body in what he knew was a very flattering manner.

It had the desired effect and her eyes widened, lust written all over her features.

She moved her hands down his front, trailing her fingers over stomach and feeling his abs tremble underneath admiring how he was so sensitive to every touch. Finally her hands reached their destination, pressing gently against the bulge of his pants.

She unlaced his trousers slowly, lacking his precision but making up for it with determination.

His eyes never left her face as she dragged her fingers over his pale blue underwear, tented and soaked around his tip before pulling it down, releasing him from his confines.

In all of their times together she'd never managed to see him fully like this and now nerves were kicking in making her tremble. He was longer than she thought and slender, tip flushed an appetizing dark pink . She traced the tips of her fingers over him, over the blue vein that ran up his side and watched with fascination as it twitched.

As her fingers brushed his bare tip he let out a gasp but caught himself midway and it morphed into a salacious moan. Despite being thoroughly satisfied the sound brought a wave of arousal that made her tail curl and twitch against the floor.

He smirked catching the movement with his eyes.

“You like that, don't you darling?” He teased and she flushed being caught barehanded.

“I like it when you feel good.” She admitted in the end.

“Is that so? You'll have to work a little harder than that I'm afraid.” He said with amusement in his voice.

Determined to rise to the challenge she shot him a mischievous look before she started to bend over, shifting her position so she could return the favor and take him in her mouth but his hand grasped her shoulder preventing her from moving.

“Your hand will more than suffice my dear.” He said with a seductive smirk, but she could see the strain in his eyes.

For a moment, she wondered if he was shy, but shyness was a word she could never imagine associating with Astarion.

Regardless she carried on, wrapping her fingers around him and setting up a gentle rhythm. He was so wet, precum leaking copiously over his tip with every stroke. She spread it over his length enjoying the smooth glide of her palm against his velvety skin.

Thiriann stroked him with the kind of concentration Astarion had only seen her use when casting a spell. This was all strangely new, they have his partner's undivided attention on him, focusing on his every reaction.

She tried to repeat the movements that elicited the strongest response from him but his moans were strange, coming up in odd times that didn’t match her motions. So, she followed the ques of his body instead, the little tremble or occasional shiver as she tightened and twisted her grip.

She thought he'd preen at the attention as he did with all other types of attention. But instead he seemed to shrink into himself , his back slightly hunched and hands tightly fisted in the grass under him. The closer he got to his peak, the quieter he was becoming; the salacious drawled out moans turned into short breathy gasps, interrupted every so often by a low groan.

“You can lean on me.” She whispered. He hesitated for a brief moment before leaning forward and pressing his head to her shoulder, both his hands gripping the curve of her waist.His fingers traced over the cartilaginous bumps there feeling up her form.

It felt more intimate than she expected with her sitting fully naked between his legs, with one hand grasping at his shirt while the other pumped his length. She could feel him breathing against her, smell his sweat mixing with the soap he’d used and hear every sound that came out of him.

He moved closer to her, slotting his face in the crook of her neck. His fangs brushed against her skin as he panted and the image of him feeding during his climax swam behind her eyelids. But that would undeniably end her even if the thought of feeling his bite as he fell apart in her arms filled her with yearning. 

He nuzzled against her ear with a gasp and her heart kicked up in tempo, beating furiously in her chest.

His muscles tensed and released under her, hips thrusting in pace with her hand and when she brushed a particularly sensitive spot, it caused a full body shudder that ended in a whimper.

Suddenly he stilled, muffling the cry that rose to his lips against her throat and she felt warm liquid hit her breast and forearm as he spilled in her still moving hand. He took a few quick breaths through his nose as he emptied completely before sagging against her.

Astarion panted quietly, relaxing the grip he had on her hips but not releasing her from his hands, thumbs moving to gently rub circles over her skin.

She unwrapped her fingers from his length and lifted her hand curiously. The cum spattered on it felt almost warm, glistening in pearly white. She wasn't sure what she expected but it looked perfectly ordinary.

An overwhelming urge to taste him rose within her and she brought the coated digits to her lips.

Astarion turned his tired gaze and watched as she inserted her fingers into her mouth. Salty metallic taste coated her tongue as she swirled it between the digits, cleaning them thoroughly.

“You deviant.” He said but there was no heat behind it.

“Hardy worse than what you were doing to me up until now.” She quipped.

He huffed an exhausted laugh before pulling back and tucking himself in, lacing his pants back up swiftly.

“No, I suppose not.”

Taking a look at her, Astarion could confidently say that after their tryst, she unsurprisingly looked worse for the wear, even though she wore a blissful little smile.

"Thank you for this. I think it helped actually," she said drowsily, and he was once more caught off guard.

"Why don't you come to my tent tonight? You can take a much-needed break from the noise, and in the morning, we could continue where we left off," he said, dipping his voice low and suggestively. Thiriann was taken aback by his offer and wondered if that was his strange way of asking for a cuddle. Regardless, his offer sounded incredible, and she couldn't wait to just lay down.

The wooden plank he slept on was far from comfortable, but she'd noticed he'd taken to covering it with his blanket or a bedroll whenever she slept over. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot all the same.

"I'd like that," she replied.

[hellish-sunsets]

Curses and Blessings - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

Summary:

Charlie lapsed into silence, but he didn’t notice. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears. He tried to think, but the thoughts didn’t come, the words wouldn’t form on his tongue. It was an eternity and an instant. 

When he did finally think, the only thought was that it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. 

(Basically, Lucifer has a break down for a whole chapter. Bone apple tea)

Word count: 1493

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It had been a very long day. 

The sound of boots clacking against the polished wood floors filled the hallway, each click echoing in Lucifer’s head. He counted each step as he went, matching every five steps with a deep breath.

It had been a very long day, but if he could just keep it together until he got to his room then it would be okay. Just keep it together a little longer, he could see the door. 

Deep breath in, one, two, three, four, five steps, deep breath out.

Deep breath in, one, two, three, four, five steps, deep breath out.

His hand closed around the doorknob, the cold of the metal seeping through his glove, the gloves that seemed to itch more the longer they stayed on. The door opened and closed with a click and he pressed his back against the wood, letting out a long, shaky breath. Then another. Then his was tearing those damn gloves off, rubbing at his wrist and arm, staring down at his mark.

It had been a good day, everything considered. Yeah, he was anxious about Charlie’s meeting with the angels, but… he had his Charlie back. That was enough to overcome anything. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face or the joy that swelled in his chest. It was all worth it to have his daughter back. Yeah, they still had a lot of work ahead of them. He would have to fight his depression hard and constantly if he wanted this to work, but he would, he had to. He could not go back to that dark place, not again. 

His hand tightened around his wrist as his thoughts shifted, his smile faltering.

Then there was that woman.

It was nothing, he told himself as he tore his hat off of his head. You're just overthinking everything again. He couldn’t let the hope sink it, it would only hurt, and he knew the likelihood was just too small. He didn't even see the full mark, just a glimpse under her sleeve. The colors must have just been similar is all. Yeah, it wasn’t actually a match, couldn’t. His mark was nothing more than a Ipunishment, a constant false hope that tore him apart and a catalyst to tear down every relationship he worked so hard for.

But he got Charlie back. 

At least in that one way he won against his curse, even if just this once.

His head snapped up as he was broken out of his thoughts by the ringing of his phone, that circus music that almost cheered him up. He was quick to grab it from his pocket and answer, smiling wide and walking across the room to the bed.

“Hey, Char! How you doing, sweetie? You got all the information for the meeting I texted you?” He said in his usual cheerful voice, shaking off the sleeves of his coat and dropping it on the chair before flopping down on the side of his large bed, he frowned at the large amount of empty space, but forced a smile back on his face as he listened to Charlie. 

“Yep, I got all the details! Thank you so much, Dad!”

“Anytime, Charlie. I’ll do anything to help you out, you just let me know.”

“Yeah, but, um… I had something important to tell you. I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier cause, you know, we were all pretty busy and distracted and stuff. I wanted to talk to you in person, but I also want to tell you as soon as possible.”

Lucifer frowned, catching a hint of anxiety and worry in her voice. He sat up, crossing his legs underneath him and resting his elbows on his legs.

“Yeah? What's that?” He did what he could to keep his voice light and unworried.

“Ah, well… are you sitting down?”

He nodded before remembering she couldn't see him and grimacing. “Yep, sure am! What's on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Okay, okay, you remember when I introduced you to everyone at the hotel, right?”

“Yep!”

He struggled to keep his voice even and his breathing steady. His heart raced in his chest. He didn’t dare hope, but it crept into his heart, squeezing painfully.

“You remember Y/N, right?”

He swallowed thickly.

“Of course, she was lovely. Uh… may I ask why?”

He knew why - No! He didn't. It was something else, it had to be something else. It felt like his mark was itching, but rubbing did nothing to soothe it. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder to dig his claws in, and that helped a bit, but he told himself to go no farther.

“Weeelllllll, we wash the dishes together every night, which means I see her mark all the time, cause it's on her wrist, you know.” 

He forcefully removed his hand from his wrist, watching the thin line of blood run over the sunset colors. He took a deep breath, forcing his hand to grasp the phone instead. 

“... Dad, I don’t know the best way to say this, and I know you have complicated feelings about your mark, and so does she, but… I feel it’s important to let you know. It’s.. the same as yours. Exactly.”

Charlie lapsed into silence, but he didn’t notice. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears. He tried to think, but the thoughts didn’t come, the words wouldn’t form on his tongue. It was an eternity and an instant. 

When he did finally think, the only thought was that it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. 

He took another deep breath, and his hearing came rushing back with Charlie’s worried voice.

“... you okay? Dad?”

“Y-yeah, sorry, I, uh… what did you say? I must have misheard.” He tried to chuckle and push down the anxiety. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. His mark was a curse, he had already accepted that. She was either joking or didn’t see it right or…

“I said Y/N has your mark! I… I know you don’t really like yours, but I just thought you’d want to know.”

He swallowed hard. 

“Ah, well, thank you, Charlie, I appreciate it.” He said, voice shaking a bit more than he would like. “Good luck with your meeting, okay? Let me know how it goes.”

“I… okay Dad. I love you.”

Despite his mind currently going through whatever meltdown it was going through, he couldn’t help but smile, his chest tightening with love.

“I love you too, Charlie.” He said with the softest voice filled with all the love and warmth he could muster and he imagined he could hear Charlie smiling back as she said bye and hung up on him. 

With a sigh he fell back onto the bed, hands going to run through his hair, staring at the canopy above him.

Of course Charlie wasn’t joking. They had been distant for a while, but he still knew her well enough. She always took this whole thing about marks very seriously. She had been practically jumping up and down as she introduced her match to him, the girl… Maggie? Haggie? Something like that. And he could tell at the time that there was something more she had wanted to say. 

His mind was wandering again. What is really that hard for him to just accept this was possible? That all this time, after seven years of aching loneliness and longer of debilitating depression, there was finally the slightest glimpse of hope? 

Even if, despite everything in his mind and everything he had ever experienced told him, by some far fetched miracle Charlie was right… what was he supposed to do? What would he even say? 

What about Lilith? He knew she had left, that she wasn’t coming back… but he still loved her. It hurt, like his heart was being crushed every night she wasn’t there, but he couldn’t help it. He loved her and he missed her. He would give anything just to see her again, to gaze into those beautiful eyes that were once filled with so much love, to hear her sweet voice as she spoke about anything she felt like, to feel the warmth of her body against his. If Charlie was right and this woman, this sinner, was the one who held the match to his mark… then had Lilith been right? Had they never been meant for each other after all? That all those thousands of years they had loved each other meant nothing?

No. He refused to ever accept such a thing. 

He groaned in frustration, hands tugging at his hair before sliding down to cover his face. 

So what was he supposed to do? What did this all mean? What was the point of any of this?

Not for the first time, he found himself cursing that stupid being who started all this mess.

[nana-mania]

“CHEER UP” he will do anything to put a smile on your face

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : ryusei shidou

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, fluff, soft!ryusei

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ A BOUQUET of (f/flower) and a box of special chocolates. Ryusei was carrying them while he skipped his way to your house. He already imagined your reaction to the gifts. Especially the special chocolate for tonight. He knew you would be as exhilarated as him.

The tanned man went all the way out to dress himself fancily today. His hair was not styled in the usual away, left in natural form as he remembered how much you drooled over him with his hair down before. Pitch black compress shirt hugging his muscular physique. He had never worn like this before but apparently, according to some of your secret spicy notes he accidentally read before, anyone of any gender wearing this kind of clothing immediately made you drop down on your knees.

He wondered how would you react after seeing him.

Standing outside your entrance door, Ryusei proceeded to ring the doorbell. He waited for a good minute yet no one answered the door. Confused, he rang the doorbell for the second time. Disappointingly, nobody welcomed him in.

'Entering without their permission doesn't mean I'm breaking in. I'm just surprising them!' The soccer player thought optimistically. Unlocking the gate of the property, Ryusei casually turned the doorknob of your house. Unexpectedly, the door was unlocked. Now, he, being the caring yet obsessive boyfriend he was, felt his heart dropped.

'Did something happen to my love..?' His face darkened with murderous intent at the thought of someone harming you. Ryusei placed the bouquet and chocolates box on the kitchen counter, silently making his way upstairs to your room. You were staying home alone due to your parents travelling for work.

Now standing outside your room, Ryusei pushed open the door wider. To his relief, he saw you lying on your bed, unaware of his presence. Sobbing filled the dark room and his worry for you worsened. "(Y/n)?" He called you out softly. Shocked to hear another voice besides yours, you removed the comforter concealing your figure.

"Ryu...?" you spoke up with croaked voice. Ryusei hurried to your side and sat down on your bed. "Love, what's wrong?" He asked, gripping your shoulders. You wiped away the tears that seemed to trickle down your face continuously. His smile faltered, his eyes filled with worry never averting from your face.

Not wanting to force an answer out of you, Ryusei pulled you into a hug and rubbed small circles on your back. "There, there... I'm here for you now. Cry your heart out, alright?" He whispered into your ear. Something inside you snapped and you hugged him tightly. Your cries became louder and you wailed from the top of your lungs in the arms of your beloved boyfriend. Your shaking hands clutched the back of his black compress shirt.

Ryusei no longer felt horny like he did earlier since he just witnessed you bawling your eyes out.

'Must be one of their episodes.. It isn't a new thing to see them suddenly crying their heart out when they are alone. I should do something to cheer my love up.' Ryusei schemed a perfect plan in his head.

Ryusei broke apart from you, and then took your hands in his. You confusedly blinked your teary eyes at him. Before you knew it, you were dragged out of the bedroom to downstairs.

"R-Ryu, where are we going?"

"Somewhere fun, where sadness can't have its way with you!"

"But I'm...ugly..." You admitted, pointing out the fact you weren't as well-dressed as him right now.

"You look hella fine already, love!"

Ryusei exclaimed excitedly, making his way out of the house with you. You didn't feel like leaving the house but knowing your boyfriend, he would prohibit you being alone right now. You had no way of defying him and his enthusiasm.

After a while, you and Ryusei arrived at the Shinkansen station. You silently sat next to him while the tanned man hummed a song that sounded way too familiar for you.

Ryusei saw the tears glistening in your eyes and knew you needed comfort. With a tender gesture, he offered you one of his earphones, his fingers brushing softly with yours as you accepted.

As you and Ryusei leaned in close, the music weaved a delicate tapestry of memories, each note stirring emotions long buried. With every chord, you were transported back to moments of laughter and tenderness, ones that you shared with your only love, Ryusei. When you shifted your gaze to him, his eyes shut close as his smile decorated his handsome face.

Your heart was swelling with warmth and affection. You hooked your arms with his, holding him for dear life. A few globs of tears rolled down your face, touched by his kindness.

Several moments passed, the Shinkansen arrived at the destination. Ryusei eagerly engulfed your hand in his, then stormed out of the train.

"Ryu, slow down! I can't run as fast as you!"

"Then!"

Ryusei swiftly picked you up bridal style mid-running, then continued sprinting his way as if your weight amounted to nothingness to him. You freaked out, frightened by the speed he was running at.

"Ryu! Maybe we should ride the cab!"

"It's not that far from train station! I can manage! Plus, this is more romantic!"

"Everyone is watching-"

"Who cares! They are just jealous of us!"

Ryusei remained stubborn, refusing to listen to your suggestion. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shutting your eyes close. You could feel the wind brushing against your skin.

Once you felt as if the world had stopped turning, you parted your eyes open back. Ryusei put you down, breathing raggedly. In the end, he used out all his stamina to reach this place, the place he had been dying to show to you.

'I plan to bring them here on their birthday but..early birthday present doesn't sound so bad.' He grinned, awaiting your reaction.

You were in awe.

Your eyes widened in wonder as you beheld the scene before you. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, sending ripples dancing across the surface of the pristine lake. The water glimmered like a mirror, reflecting the lush greenery that enveloped its shores. Birds chirped melodiously in the background, adding to the symphony of nature.

"There's such place in the middle of the city..?" You exclaimed in disbelief.

Your gasp echoed in the tranquil air as you turned to your boyfriend. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he watched you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fucking amazing, right? Found it by chance that one time a cab driver dumped me here since I got no money to pay. I know you abso-fucking-lutely love nature-- second to me of course."

With each step toward the lake, you felt the weight of sadness lift from your shoulders, replaced by a profound sense of serenity. As you gazed at your reflection shimmering in the crystalline waters, a wave of tranquility washed over you. The beauty of the scene seemed to seep into your soul, dispelling the clouds of doubt and worry that had plagued you earlier.

Ryusei walked beside you. Tears welled in your eyes once more, but they were no longer borne of sorrow-- it was of overwhelming joy and gratitude. You surged forward and hugged him, sobbing in his arms softly.

"Thanks... I really love this place. Thank you, Ryu."

"Anything for you, my love♡"

Ryusei kissed the top of your head, grinning from ear-to-ear. He was always the happiest man on earth when he saw you smiling and happy. You chuckled, burying your face in his toned chest.

Untangling yourself from Ryusei, your gaze fixed on his clothes. Heat spread across your cheeks upon noticing the sleeveless compress shirt he was wearing, showing perfect curves and muscles of his physique. His grin widened before he encircled your waist in his arms.

"You love it? I wear this only for you, baby."

"You are so gorgeous wearing that.."

Cupping his cheeks, you praised Ryusei from the bottom of your heart. Delighted, he smashed his lips against yours, his tongue dancing in your mouth.

"I'm glad. Now...how about we sit down and enjoy the scenery? Take all the time you need to stay here."

"Okay!"

Feeling energetic again, you grabbed his hand and led Ryusei to a bench nearby. Without you knowing, a smirk curved on the man's lips as a naughty idea struck him.

'Now we can recreate that spicy scene we saw in that one movie. Surrounded by nature, their favourite thing, and doing my favourite thing at the same time. A win-win for us surely♡'

He couldn't wait to show you his next spontaneous surprise.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[ana-chronista]

17 for Bojere and 32 for Jance please? :)

Well, when you put it like that... Thank you for the prompts! 😊

Bojere: 17. ... to distract

“You are nervous.” With the way he startles at those three quiet words and the way Jere is suddenly standing pressed up close to him, eyes wide and strangely serious, Bojan knows it would be useless to deny it outright. Instead, he tries to play it off as minor, forcing a chuckle. “Of course, with you appearing out of nowhere like that!” he says, not managing to sound quite as cheerful as he'd hoped. Jere looks unconvinced so he continues, “No, I’m good. Just the usual pre-show adrenaline, you know?” Jere tilts his head, scepticism still etched onto his face. “I see you nervous before. You always do...” He pauses as if trying to find the right words, then mimics Bojan’s stance instead, hand clasped over his own heart. “This, yes?” Bojan blinks. It’s a habit he’s had as long as he can remember, although usually unconscious. The only people to ever recognise it are the guys, who have seen him do it for years and know to remind him if he’s too nervous to even remember. As close as he and Jere have grown, it still brings him up short that someone he’s known for barely two months has noticed it as well, and it takes him a moment to form a reply. “It’s just... been a while since I performed on my own, you know? And it’s in a new venue too, so...” Jere reaches up and folds his own hand over the top of Bojan’s. He doesn’t squeeze or pull, just rests it there, but Bojan finds his hand naturally falls away, shifting to clasp Jere’s. It feels... safe, somehow, a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos of the green room. “Don’t worry, I will be there.” Bojan feels his eyes widen. “Oh, of course! I didn’t mean – ” Jere holds up his free hand with a laugh. “No, no, is okei. I know. I am always nervous too, without my guys! I am lucky in Eurovision that I have my dance team. But I promise Joker guys that I take good care of Bojan.” Bojan can’t tell if he’s joking or whether there ever was a conversation out of his earshot, but he doesn’t get chance to ask because Jere is already continuing. “You will do well. You perform so good on stage. Fans will love you.” His words are so sincere that Bojan can’t help but smile, as small and weak as it comes out. “Thanks, man. But you can’t know that for sure.” Jere shrugs. “Why not? I did.” There’s barely a split second after the words leave Jere’s mouth before he darts forward. Afterwards, Bojan will think he saw his eyes searching his and a slight smile, but he can’t be sure because everything is suddenly overwritten by Jere’s lips pressing against his. It all happens so fast, so gently, that he barely has time to register it before it’s over, but all he knows is that the kiss is warm and leaves his lips tingling in a way he’s not felt since he was a teenager. He's sure his surprise must be blazing like a beacon, but nobody seems to have noticed them at all. Suddenly someone is calling out from the doorway in Finnish, and Jere is glancing over to reply. When he looks back, Bojan knows the moment is over. “Okei, I must go now – you will watch, yes? I will see you for Carpe Diem.” Bojan knows he must have got out some kind of positive reply about following in a minute, because Jere is definitely smiling then. “You will be good and crowd will love you. And then later... we hang out and party, yes?” Another call from the door. He squeezes Bojan’s hand briefly and Bojan only knows he’s managed to return the gesture because Jere’s smile widens before they have to break apart. There’s a flurry of activity and within a moment he’s alone in the green room. Bojan flops down onto the sofa, letting out a shaky breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and dropping his face into his hands. At least he isn’t nervous about tonight’s shows any more – it turns out he’d got bigger things to think about.

Jance: 32. ... to wake up

Waking up before Jan was nothing new. Even before they’d started sharing a bed regularly, touring and Eurovision had quickly got Nace used to the younger man’s habit of emerging from sleep at the last possible moment before they had to depart. It’s as much a part of him as boundless energy is of Bojan, efficient organisation is of Kris, and a deadly allergy to health and safety regulations is of Jure. It’s the buzz of his phone on the bedside table that shakes him out of sleep. He’d obviously forgotten to switch it back to silent after they’d left the club last night and no longer needed to track who was where. He rolls over with a groan, wondering who could be contacting him at this godforsaken hour of... nearly 10am. OK, maybe not so unreasonable. He opens the notification for the group chat, squinting at Kris’s reminder that they all need to be at the studio for 1pm for an interview, but drops the phone back to the bedside table without a reply. Bojan’s string of thumbs down emojis in response pretty much says everything he would. He turns back to find Jan is still fast asleep. For all that he keeps strange hours, once he’s out, it would take nothing short of the building falling down around his ears to convince him to get up of his own accord. He knows that’s probably why the others were more than glad to hand over the responsibility of waking him up over to Nace at the first possible opportunity, but he as he wraps his arm back around him and feels the jut of his spine pressed against his chest and stomach again, he finds he can’t bring himself to mind all that much. “Janči,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Janči, it’s time to wake up.” There’s no response straight away, not that that surprises him. In fact, it’s only on the third kiss that Jan stirs, and on the fifth that he groans, bringing up a hand to rub at his eyes. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” The guitarist shakes his head, making no move to escape Nace’s embrace but burying his face in the pillow all the same. “No.” Nace squeezes him tighter and then gives him a slight shake. “Come on, we need to get up.” “Why?” comes the muffled response. “We have to go meet the others.” “That’s not for ages.” “How would you know?” Nace says teasingly. He slides his hand under the hem of Jan’s t-shirt to trace his fingers across his ribs, smiling to himself when he feels him squirm. “You don’t even know what time it is.” Jan shifts again, emerging from the pillow to peer back over his shoulder at Nace, rumpled and bleary-eyed. “Because you’re not doing a good job of convincing me to get up.” Nace laughs, pressing a lingering kiss to Jan’s cheek before resting his own against it. “But I did wake you.” “Sure, but that’s different.” “I think you’re just being pedantic now.” Suddenly Jan is rolling over onto his back, forcing Nace to move as well. He ends up finding himself propped up on his elbows above Jan, who has somehow wedged himself half under him. There’s a challenging glint in his eyes. “Alright then. Convince me to get out of bed.” And maybe it’s ridiculous of him to assume that Jan will still be sluggish this soon after emerging from sleep, because no sooner has he opened his mouth to answer back than Jan is darting forward to capture his lips with his own. The whole world instantly narrows down to the heat of Jan’s mouth and the graze of his teeth and the slide of his tongue, and how the sounds he makes when Nace pushes back vibrate against him, making him desperate to drink in more. They’re both breathless when they break apart. At some point they’ve shifted so Jan is fully underneath him, his long legs hooked around Nace’s waist and Nace’s hands buried in his tangled hair. He can’t remember it happening, but he definitely doesn’t mind. “What time are we meeting them?” Jan asks, voice hoarse now not just from tiredness. It takes him a moment to remember. “One.”

“And what time is it now?” “Ten.” Jan nods as though this answer satisfies him. “Alright, that’s a good hour to get ready and go.” “I thought you were a mathematician? That’s three hours.” The grin that stretches across Jan’s mouth is slow and sly. Nace is sure he’s not seen anyone so beautiful before. “You didn’t do a good enough job convincing me.” he says as though it’s obvious, trailing his fingers back across Nace’s jaw and interlocking them behind his neck. “We’ve got two hours to stay here. At least.” Nace is pretty sure they’re going to be late no matter how long they have, but as Jan pulls him in for another kiss, he can’t bring himself to care.

[nerdylilpeebee]

Wrote this at work. Another version of the story idea I wrote, based on some stuff I brainstormed with a friend.

Definitely a rough draft, but ya know, at work so no time to develop it further right now.

Lemme know what y'all think. :)

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The World the Gods Despised, Backstory

Across the multiverse, there are many different worlds. Some bright, some dark. Some filled with good, honest mortals, some filled with evil, and of course, some filled with both.

This is one such world. It is a world, much like our own, filled with different races who have advanced to the modern era. Elves, Humans, Dwarves, and the beast races (the feline-like Grimalkin and the Lizard-like Kelpi). Together they have advanced beyond what we believe possible. Combining magic with science, they have cured cancer, tripled lifespans, and even learned how to create life itself in the form of cloned and robotic beings.

The gods who govern this multiverse despise them for it.

The hubris of the mortals of this world, in their eyes, has grown far beyond what should be allowed. And so, they have decided that this world must face its end. However, long ago, the Gods had a made a pact that barred them from ever directly interfering in the lives of mortals. With their hands tied, they are forced to subtly and indirectly influence the world to end itself.

And thus it did. The mortal races fell into a brutal war that tore their world apart. Their societies quickly collapsed, and as the gods watched on with glee, it seemed that they would get their wish.

When the dust settled though, it turned out most of the mortals survived the collapse. Billions still died, but billions more persevered, and began to rebuild what had been torn down.

Unwilling to allow this, they began their influence again, and once again, their society fell into chaos. But once again, the dust settled and the survivors reemerged to rebuild.

And thus the world fell into a hellish cycle. The Gods would influence the society to destroy itself, then the mortals, unwilling to die, would rise and rebuild. Four centuries this cycle went on, and every time the mortals would demonstrate the strength of their spirits, refusing to give in to despair.

One day, however, one of the Gods had enough. He decided that if the mortals would not give up, then he would find a way to give them no choice in the matter. Breaking the ancient pact, he plucked a mortal from the claws of death, imbuing them with life anew, and threw them back into the world.

But this was no ordinary mortal. This was a human, born into Armageddon and raised in chaos, she did not die a peaceful death. And upon rising, she was something no longer mortal anymore. She was something darker, that weilded the void itself against all life. A Vampire, the first of her kind.

She festered in the darkness of this world as it tried once more to rebuild. She killed and devoured from the shadows, building her army of vampires. The army that would put this world down for good.

And for a time, that is exactly what it did. It toppled the rebuilding society once more, and the world fell not into chaos, but into darkness. What mortals could not flee their broken cities were enslaved by the Vampiric army, while the rest are constantly hunted by their blood-starved oppressors.

This God rejoiced, for he had done it. It was now only a matter of time until no mortals remained. But while some Gods cheered along with him, not every god shared in his jubilation, for he had broken their ancient pact.

In response, the Gods who opposed this act chose their own mortal to directly influence. A young grimalkin, born in the forests of this world, was chosen by the Gods to end this vampiric threat. Granted a vision, she was bid to destroy the first Vampire, Queen Mira.

However, this choice seemed a jest to the oath-breaking God. For this Grimalkin was weak, and small. To add to this, mere days after this choice was made, before her vision could even be received, her home, a village hidden deep in the forests, was found by the vampires and she was killed. The other Gods, however, held to their choice.

This was not her end, for she too would rise once again as a vampire.

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Little note for the end: not sure if I want her to be a Grimalkin (cat person. A furry basically), or an elf. I like both options. Would love to hear opinions.

[lilibethwrites]

Growing Pains

Part 2 (of 4): “To Crave What is Given to Another”

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 (finale)

Silence continues to prove to be Y/N and Aemond’s greatest foe. Like two dragons locked in a dance, the Prince and the Princess dance back and forth around each other with their teeth buried deep in each other’s necks. Although love is patient, fate is not and as the window of opportunity slowly closes, they must overcome their pride and fear to make a move, or risk drifting apart for ever.

 Warnings: vague and brief allusions to NSFW topics.

  A.N: I initially planned weekly updates, and yet the devil works hard but my undying love and thirst for Aemond works harder.

 Word count: 5245

 Several days have gone by without a single word being exchanged between Y/N and Aemond except when the courtly decorum required it. He sat across from her as they broke their fast and dined at evenings as usual, and yet where he would attempt to catch her gaze to speak, as he had once put it, through their eyes, he had turned his chair away from her direction. Where Aegon’s inappropriate remarks or Helaena’s sweet interjections were occasions to pull the corners of his lips upwards and train his gaze on Y/N’s to catch her smiling back, he bowed his head and concentrated on a slice of breakfast pie with a deep frown that aged his handsome features beyond their years.

 The training sessions in the courtyard were even worse. Used to be, Y/N watched from the stone balcony as Aemond trained with Ser Criston Cole, her brothers either watching from the sidelines or joining forces with Ser Criston in hopes of putting a dent in Aemond’s streak of wins. They never managed, and Aemond always reminded Y/N that he attributed it almost as much to her favor as he did it to his impeccable swordsmanship skills. Although he hated tournaments and the false knights parading around pretending to be real warriors, Aemond didn’t turn Y/N down whenever she insisted that he pretend his training was a tournament for a moment, and ask for her favor in the form of a newly made crochet under the guidance of a patient Septa, or a few flowers freshly plucked from the garden and knotted together with a silk ribbon. If he was lucky enough, Y/N would even rise on her toes to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. Once, Aemond would fondly remember, her lips closed around his scarred cheek as part of her favor. He could swear nothing had gone wrong that whole day. He wondered, however, if she wiped her mouth in disgust when he turned his back to duel Ser Criston. How could he know that Y/N ran her fingertips across her lips the entire practice, praying to Gods to never allow her mind to forget what it felt like to feel the scar she so loved to feel on her fingertips on her lips as well.

 Now, Aemond trained with more rigor and fury and with fewer breaks in between. He stomped to the castle yard for his tutelage right after breakfast, and never once looked up. Even when Y/N attempted to cheer his victories, he kept his head bowed and away from her balcony.

 Y/N always cherished the servants as her friends, much to her mother’s dismay. So it infuriated Rhaenyra when the word reached her ears that Y/N helped the girls serve honeyed wine and sweetcakes to the boys as they took a moment from their sword practice. “You wish to be a cupbearer so much, we must send you off to the Hightowers as a squire in a boy’s disguise,” she would reprimand Y/N later. It was a desperate attempt to exchange a few words with Aemond, but instead, he’d carefully retreated to a far corner of the yard with Ser Criston, engaged in a heated discussion with his tutor.

 It was unlike Y/N to give up the chase, so she settled with a heavy tome on her lap, left unattended, of course, as she watched Aemond spar—and noticed just how difficult it was to restrain herself from jumping up from the seat and clap each time Aemond disarmed Ser Criston and held his blade mere inches away from his neck or heart.

 Meanwhile, her handmaiden echoed the gossip Y/N had already heard in pieces but paid very little attention to. Prince Aemond took after a certain Rogue Prince and suddenly started to frequent the Flea Bottom and just as suddenly became a valued patron of a few brothels along the Street of Silk.

 “It is unlike him to do so, Camylle,” Y/N protested.

 “My lady, everyone says it so—”

 “Besides, why would you bring it to my attention? I won’t indulge baseless gossip. It doesn’t concern me.” Though it did concern Y/N plenty that Aemond suddenly grew leagues apart from her and chose to spend his evening with whores instead of stealing her away to idle under the weirwood tree until their eyes could remain barely open. It also forced her mind to conjure up images that both embarrassed and intrigued her. A princess had very little to be jealous of a common whore, but still, some things remained as objects of her envy and desire, it seemed.

 “Forgive me for my insolence, my lady, but some say that, well, as I said, forgive my insolence—”

 “Spit it out, would you?” Y/N pressed the book close with all the fury she’d redirected from the girl stalling.

 “They say that the girls the Prince lay with—he calls them, well, by your name. He is quite brutish and scary, too, if they… well,” the poor servant was trembling now, and Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll out of their sockets.

 “Well, they say that he is rather displeased when the girls are not behaved… like you. I swear this is no slander, my lady. The squires have overheard it from the Hand and Spymaster.”

 Camylle didn’t need to swear on the Gods—Y/N believed her. The two girls grew up together, and she became Y/N’s most trusted confidante over the years. Yet, she found what the girl had just relayed outlandish—impossible. Aemond, at brothels, with girls who resembled herself and called them by her name? But why? The way she perceived, for all those years, Aemond never showed interest in Y/N in a way that suggested anything beyond a friendly bond. Perhaps a drunken worm misheard the name as her own and Otto Hightower jumped to a conclusion—now that wasn’t unlike him to do so. And even worse, if everyone knew, then Aemond knew how far and wide the word had travelled already as well.

 “Have you got any sweetcakes left?” Y/N spoke up without averting her eyes from Ser Criston and Aemond clashing their blades.

 The servant girl held the silver tray out in confusion, and didn’t speak again until Y/N dismissed her after the morning practice was over. With the sweetcake with the sugared lemon slice on top, the kind Aemond liked the best, secured on her open palm, Y/N followed the Prince to the armory where he was taking off his chest armor.

 Y/N took a moment to take his figure in, and to calm her heart beating rapidly against her chest. Aemond’s hair was turning curly where it was drenched in sweat, and a handful of strands stuck to his sweaty neck as he unbuckled the heavy armor, seemingly unaware of his quiet spectator.

 A cough to clear Y/N’s throat made him turn in an instant, a slight look of surprise in his eye.

 “You—ahem, you haven’t had a drop of sweetwine nor a piece of sweetcake all morning. Here, I brought you one.”

 Aemond’s sword hand almost reached to embrace Y/N’s smaller one to take the pastry, but hesitation seemingly got the better of him, as his hand instead moved up to loosen the laces of his coat.

 “Thank you, but I have lost my appetite.”

 “Oh? Not coming down with the fever, are you?”

 It was silly, really. Y/N set the cake down on a nearby table and reached for Aemond’s sweaty forehead without a thought. It felt natural to check on him as she has always done, and she didn’t think much of it until the taller Prince went stiff under her touch. So, she pulled her hand back as if it was burnt on a fireplace, though their bodies remained close.

 “Well, you seem to be—”

 “I have something to tell you,” Aemond spoke matter-of-factly. If Y/N knew him any less, she could’ve mistaken his tone for being curt. But he sounded dispirited. Was it about the ugly slander that seemingly kept the mouth of every young maiden busy around the Red Keep? Was he going to own up to it? Denounce it?

 Aemond took a deep breath that swelled his already broad chest up. “I am to fly to Storm’s End tomorrow. I hope to make it back for Aegon’s wedding.”

 “Oh.” Oh, indeed. Was Y/N disappointed that Aemond didn’t abruptly confess to having improper thoughts about her? That he reciprocated feelings that even Y/N herself couldn’t quite understand, let alone confess to.

 “That is unexpected. May I come with?”

 “No,” Aemond responded coldly. He turned his back to undo the rest of his armor.

 “May I ask why?”

  “You may not.” Now, he spoke curtly.

 “Then tell me why you must leave so suddenly, and for so long, too.”

 Aemond turned around once again and spoke with nothing but chilling cold in his voice and without the tender, comforting look in his eye that Y/N came to crave, and perhaps had taken for granted.

 “Instead you tell me why you must stand here all day interrogating me when you must have more pressing, better matters to attend to—like courting a legion of lords and knights petitioning for your hand.” Aemond all but spat the words out with very little hesitation or thought, as if he had pondered on them for days and prepared a speech in his mind. It took Y/N by surprise, naturally, and by the time his words registered enough for her to formulate a response—Aemond dealt his deadly blow.

 “If you must know so, I am to marry one of the Baratheon girls. The Hand has been asking me time and again to choose one as my betrothed, and last week I said I would.”

 And with that, a sword buried itself deep inside her heart and twisted to draw out even more blood; Aemond walked past Y/N and out of the armory. His eye, like Y/N’s own, was glassy with welled-up tears of anger, frustration and heartbreak.

 Aemond Targaryen was nothing if not prideful to a fault, and Y/N Velaryon was nothing if not a stubborn, silly fool. So, neither did Aemond turn heel and rush back to the armory to speak what he sincerely felt, and fantasized in his chambers about saying, nor did Y/N chase after Aemond to confess what little she could make sense of her feelings she’s harbored ever since she knew him. Perhaps, Gods didn’t will it so, and it was for the best that they would drift apart the way they did. Perhaps a Lannister husband wasn’t the end of the world and the bane of her happiness, after all.

 But perhaps a Lannister husband was exactly that. The days of Aemond’s absence took a toll on Y/N rather quickly. She found herself unwilling to get out of bed and she ate very little. Who would have known that the real charm of the breakfast tables wasn’t the delicious cakes and pies and hot drinks? The days went by dreadfully slow, starting and ending with an empty chair where Aemond used to sit, and with the memories of all the sweet moments they have shared keeping her awake at night when the candles were put out.

 The noble maidens Y/N shared lessons from the Septa with speculated that perhaps Aemond was exiled for his indiscretion, and one or two were, supposedly, even brave enough to gossip behind Y/N’s back that the Prince and Y/N were caught in an indecent manner, that she was given moon tea, and that was why he took off hurriedly, chased off by her step-father, Prince Daemon himself.

 “I wish it were so,” Y/N wanted to say. It would’ve been easier that way. It would’ve meant she’d finally garnered the courage to confess to her true feelings, and that Aemond somehow, miraculously reciprocated. And if they were caught locked in a passionate embrace, so be it. They would mount their dragons, leave all the nonsense of the court and the throne behind and fly away to somewhere warmer and with less rain and mud.

 Y/N was the most nervous of all as the date of Aegon’s wedding approached. Would Aemond make it back in time as he said he would try? Would he have his betrothed on Vhagar, behind his back? Would they marry so soon after Aegon? Why were the Gods so cruel as to push them so far apart when the next wedding instead could very well have been theirs?

 The day of the wedding eventually arrived, but Aemond didn’t. Y/N felt lonelier than ever as the lords and ladies flooded the Red Keep, walking arms in arms, dancing and laughing. The celebrations started early, way before the sun had set. Y/N, despite her companion, the young and arrogant Lannister lord’s pleas to dance with him and to walk with him and to have a slice of pie with him, seated herself across from the weirwood tree that she once sat under frequently with Aemond.

 “I don’t see what is so fascinating about that tree that you must watch it for hours!” He finally protested, but received no answer from Y/N except for a dismissive grunt.

 “How dare they,” she was busy thinking to himself. “How dare they sit under our tree where we once talked and laughed and dreamed.”

 The servants’ announcement took Y/N out of her trance. The weather was turning bad and the guests were encouraged to take the celebration inside the Red Keep earlier. The blue sky was indeed a darker shade now, the sun nowhere to be seen. So Y/N stood up languidly. The velvet gown sewn just for this occasion was quite heavy as it was, she didn’t mind if it soaked up all the downpour and cemented her to the garden. She would make a rather sad, rotting, fleshy statue for Aemond’s wedding ceremony. People would come to watch her, and she would serve as a cautionary tale against being so folly as to fall in love with a cruel Prince.

 Soon after, however, it was understood that the weather was fine all along. It was Vhagar that eclipsed the clouds and the rays of sunshine behind her enormous wings, and her landing—which shook the Red Keep from its foundation to the heavy roof and gave the inexperienced guest a proper scare—revealed the golden hue of the setting sun.

 A strange, warm ache took over Y/N’s body completely at the announcement. The Hand rose from his seat next to King Viserys as he was to welcome the Prince, and the Prince would join the celebrations in no time. He would no doubt walk in with a Baratheon girl in his arm, his wife-to-be! The thought disgusted the Princess so much so that (and almost as much as the Lannister lord), her own date asked if she had a case of bad stomach and needed to be excused for a moment.

 “No,” Y/N said simply, her eyes now trained on the heavy doors that were shut behind Otto Hightower.

 “It must be the wine. Surely. As I said, we Lannisters at Casterly Rock harvest the best grapes and plums in all of Westeros and naturally, they age into the tastiest wines. They are very expensive, granted, but they are not for the poor and of the low-born, anyway.”

 “Uh uh. Charming,” Y/N muttered, not a single word of the finest fruits which made the finest wines heard on her part.

 The doors creaked open, and the arrival of the Hand and the Prince were announced. For days, Y/N dreamed of the moment Aemond would descend from Vhagar, and she dreamed of how she would be the first to welcome him, to embrace him, damn the consequences! Instead, her heart ceased to pump blood, and her stomach twisted and dropped like a goat served to the dragons in the Pit. In a moment of panic, she turned to her date and suitor and all but demanded that he danced with her. She couldn’t bear watching Aemond walk in with a girl in his arm—she would look smug and proud, too. Of course she would. Who earned the right to boast more than the maiden chosen by none other than Prince Aemond?

 The dance and the feast didn’t stop for Aemond’s arrival, as Y/N assumed he had wanted. He was never one for the theatrics of the throne, and Aegon was too busy sulking and wallowing in self-pity to celebrate the return of his younger brother, either.

 So Y/N danced, out of rhythm, without much grace or coordination, and with eyes stinging with tears held back. She wasn’t even sure if the musicians still played, and she paid very little mind to who she was dancing with each time the partners switched back and forth. Was she beautiful, the Baratheon girl? Was she shorter or taller than Y/N? Surely, she couldn’t be a dragon rider? But what good would that do when her husband-to-be had claimed the fiercest dragon in all of Westeros? Did she make up for what she lacked in a dragon by being sweeter and more ladylike? Maybe her hips were larger, too. She’s heard from the Septas that it was important that a lady had large hips, which meant safer childbirths… or something like that. No matter, what was done was done. She could learn to warm up to the Lannister lord. Her mother was right, it could’ve been worse.

 “O—of course. Yes, my—” Y/N’s suitor spoke, no, stuttered. Did she say any of her thoughts out loud? She would have to apologize as they turned to face each other and link arms again as the dance went on. Instead of the sour face of her Lannister husband-to-be, however, stood in front of the Princess none other than Prince Aemond with his arm held out for her to take, and a lopsided smile on his face.

 “A-aemond?!”

 “Y/N,” He nodded, taking her hand to wrap her velvet-clad arm around his, dancing to the lively music as the rest of the guests also did.

 “You—” The excitement and surprise paralyzed Y/N’s thoughts, a snarky remark about how his new lady-wife-to-be might be jealous didn’t come to her. Besides, maybe if Y/N refused to acknowledge her, she might disappear like a dreadful nightmare at the first lights of the dawn. “You’re back,” Y/N said instead in sincere happiness.

 “Yes. I wouldn’t miss… this.”

 Oh, how she missed the cynical, stoic side of him that mocked the ridiculous pretences of the court; she often told him that only his disdain made such events bearable for Y/N. Well, his disdain and himself.

 “Of course. Who wouldn’t love… this?” Y/N echoed his mocking tone, to which Aemond gave a smile as they took two steps forward and one backward, switching arms and leaning closer to one another.

 “You must. By the looks of things, yours is next.”

 The nerve of him! As they both stepped away from each other to exchange partners for a few steps, Y/N simmered in anger. Last she remembered, it was he who got on his dragon and brought a wife back in such a hurry.

 “Mine?!” she whisper-shouted as they reunited in the dance. “You must forget your own lady wife-to-be. Besides—where is she? Shouldn’t you be dancing with her ins—”

 “There isn’t one,” unbeknownst to Y/N, he Aemond only grabbed a cup of wine as the servant passed to stop himself from speaking more, to stop the words from escaping his mouth that there wouldn’t be one unless Y/N herself had changed her mind on marriage, and perhaps about him, too. Though Aemond was convinced all seven Gods had to come together to create a miracle big enough to have Y/N regard him as anything other than an ugly, short-tempered brute.

 There wasn’t one? There wasn’t one! Y/N put all her restored happiness into her next spin. Though it was rather short-lived. Surely, it must be because he didn’t find the girls suitable, or another, more profitable arrangement came up. One way or the other, he would marry soon. Why would he suddenly agree to a marriage in the first place otherwise?

 “But, why?”

 Aemond only shrugged. They were beautiful, but not as beautiful as Y/N. They were smart, but not as smart as Y/N. They just were not her. The Hand almost had a heart attack when Aemond unmounted Vhagar without a wife; and Aemond assured—or rather, silenced him that if he so wanted the Storm’s End for the crown, he’d fly back and conquer it with his dragon and steel, but he wouldn’t marry those ‘bitches’, as he rather lovingly referred to them. His mind was made up on the matter.

 Before Y/N could inquire further, the music concluded and a thunderous collective of applause came from the dancing lords and ladies, who now either slowly retreated to their seats at the feast tables or stood around chatting. Aemond bowed his head to Y/N’s curtsy and turned around to make for the tables without another word—as if he had not just landed after days of being gone and broke the news that brought back to life Y/N’s dead and withering heart.

 “Wait,” she reached for his arm, and he stopped in his tracks. Well, it would have been silly to let him disappear into the crowd of guests, but Y/N’s mind was too overwhelmed to come up with something to say, so she stood, fidgeting and playing with the silk ribbons hanging from her sleeves.

 “I’m… very happy that you returned safely.” And without a girl in your arm.

 “Thank you,” he smiled, as though he did not want to disappear into the crowd either, but struggled to come up with an excuse to keep the conversation alive. It was funny how once they could sit and chat from sunrise to sundown, lamenting that the days weren’t long enough to put a dent in all the things they wanted to say to one another. And yet, here they were now, desperate for something to say so they could remain in each other’s company for just a turn of the hourglass longer. Well, Y/N had several words to speak, but they were better left unspoken. Tragically, Aemond lamented the very same at that very same moment.

 “I should return you to your escort,” he spoke dejectedly. He knew a defeat when he suffered one.

 “No, please don’t. Aemond, I can’t stand him. He’s insufferable. I would very much like to strangle him in his sleep, actually.”

 Aemond’s face lit up, and he drained his fresh cup in delight. “I could do it for you right now.”

 “You would? I would pay you a golden dragon—no, two golden dragons.”

 “Which one was he again?” He pretended to look around the crowd to find the Lannister lord with a mischievous smile. “I can’t tell, they all look the same.”  

 He must have cut a particularly intimidating figure, even across from the throne room without a word spoken, as the poor Lannister boy hurried away from where Aemond and Y/N stood like a horse from a dragon. A brief moment of silence was followed by hearty laughter from both the Prince and the Princess. They both held each other and laughed, laughed until Y/N had to wipe the tears from her eyes and Aemond had to hide his lips, twitched and curled up, behind his hand. They both realized in silent coordination that they had missed this.

 Aemond cleared his throat to stifle his laughter, which still somehow found a way to slip through his parted lips like melted snow under the castle windows. He was handsome like this, nothing like his usual, threatening self. Instead, he was like the sweeter, gentler boy he once was. Life certainly would’ve been better if they could have remained like that, under the weirwood tree with his head on Y/N’s lap, likening clouds to sheep and the old Septa’s breasts.

 “I’ve had my fill of this ceremony,” Aemond bent to whisper in Y/N’s ear, his spicy perfume mixed in with the reek of dragons and the smell of honeyed wine.

 “Already? But you’ve just arrived.” Y/N hoped the disappointment Aemond’s words brought to her didn’t bleed into hers. She had hoped he would spend the rest of the evening with her.

 Aemond shrugged once again, reaching for a bottle that was just served to a noble family. Though, of course, when the patriarch looked up to reprimand the wine thief, he found it to be Prince Aemond, and his life for a bottle of wine didn’t seem like a fair barter.

 “Are you not coming?” He turned back to Y/N standing where Aemond had left her, sulking. “I don’t have a partner, and yours seems to have run off all the way back to Casterly Rock on foot. That makes you, dear Y/N, mine.”

 Aemond seemed to be in good spirits then. Y/N chalked it up to wine, she wouldn’t indulge in false hopes that would leave her upset and heartbroken. The idea that she would be his, not until the haze of the wine has faded, or the evening’s celebrations have come to an end, but for all their lives, was a dangerous poison. If Y/N allowed it to course through her veins, she couldn’t recover from the heartbreak that the Prince was sure to bring down upon her.

 “I will gladly play the part of your prisoner, my Prince,” she beamed up nevertheless, and with the fire that Aemond’s smile ignited in her, she grabbed a bottle of wine from one of the tables as well, and gave her arm to Aemond.

 Several guests were staring at them, some hiding their disapproving murmurs and gossip behind their jewelled hands, and some looking at their partners as if to say they had told them so: Look, they ARE in love. He must be bedding her, no doubt.

 “They are staring,” Y/N whispered.

 “Don’t they always do?”

 It was endearing how little he cared about others’ opinions, yet sometimes, especially when their reputations and virtues were at stake, it could be frustrating. Y/N nudged him, trying to separate her body from his in an attempt to stifle the gossip as they tore through the crowd. Aemond, however, tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her petite frame even closer, flush to his taller one.

 “Who’s staring?” He raised his voice booming with the untamed fury he came to be known for. He turned his attention from Y/N to stare down at the guests who quickly averted their eyes and busied themselves with the tapestries hanging from the walls or the freshly served food. “Point them out and I will have their eyes.”

 The sudden change back to his savagely frightening disposition could’ve taken anyone else by surprise, but not Y/N. Ever since they were kids, even before he had claimed Vhagar, Aemond always reserved a side of fierce wrath for anyone brave or stupid enough to bother Y/N. Knowing Aemond never made empty threats, and he was more than capable of unleashing great cruelty against his enemies, it would’ve terrified any other girl, and it should’ve terrified Y/N as well. Instead, it filled her with a warm wave of pleasure and pride from head to toe. She stood a little straighter, a little taller, held her head high and looked the lords and ladies in the eyes as they walked past them.

 “Well, that was a proper spectacle from a Prince who claims strong dislike for them,” Y/N teased Aemond once the commotion of the ceremony was left behind them. As they walked aimlessly, now hand in hand, their feet brought them to the weirwood tree.

 “You would draw blood at your brother’s wedding?” For me?

 “It would’ve cheered up the poor man. Have you seen his face? He might as well be walking to his execution after this.”

 It was a rare occasion for Y/N to sympathise with Aegon. Yet she imaged herself in his stead, forced into a marriage when her heart and mind laid elsewhere.

 Aemond plopped himself down at the weirwood’s roots unceremoniously, pulling Y/N down with him as he held her hand in his still.

 The night had fallen like a heavy, starry blanket that swallowed up the sun. He looked up at the sky, his face impossible to read as he took a sip from the bottle and held it out for Y/N. Though she had snatched a bottle of her own, it was sweeter to drink from where Aemond’s lips had just been. Perhaps that was the closest she could ever get to them in her lifetime.

 “You are awfully quiet. What is on your mind?” Y/N nudged him playfully. Aemond inhaled deeply once more before his head lulled to the side, to stare into Y/N’s eyes. How could the Princess know that he could never be honest? “You, us,” he fancied admitting, but he guessed she would rise to her feet swiftly, and denounce him as a pervert for having such improper thoughts. Besides, what would a beautiful lady, whether she liked the designation or not, ever want with a man like him?

 So, Aemond only bit his lip for a moment and reached for the bottle nursed in Y/N’s velvet lap. He wrapped his big, calloused hand over her soft one and allowed himself to enjoy the sensation for a moment. He’d think back on this night as his sole source of comfort once she inevitably married that Lannister and slipped away from his fingers.

 “I would have done it for free,” he murmured, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

 Y/N only looked at him, smiling, but puzzled.

 “The ratcatcher. The Lannister cat. I’d have strangled him for you, for free.”

 “Aemond,” Y/N chuckled, slapping his shoulder playfully. “He’s not a cat. He’s a lion. At least, supposed to be.”

 “Is he? Could have fooled me. Either way, a lion is only good for feeding a dragon.”

 Surely, Prince Aemond wasn’t jealous of a pompous Lannister lord, and not on Y/N’s account. She could swear he saw her nothing more than as a friend, and she insisted on it so each time her handmaiden and confidante raised the question of Aemond’s true feelings for her. His special treatment of her, the Princess argued, was only because he was a kind gentleman of the proper ilk, nothing more. Aemond had nothing to be jealous of, well, anyone. He could have it all—the same could almost be said for the Princess, except for the one thing she has wanted the most. Yes, the Maester of history should mark her down on the family tree as “The Princess Who Almost Had It All”.

 “Don’t be so cruel,” Y/N said despite her amusement at Aemond’s remark.

 She laid her head on his shoulder, like the good times of the past. Aemond was quick to rest his chin atop her tight braids, inhaling the soap mixed with scented oils, the scent that visited his senses when he found himself alone and his hand idly travelling down the waistband of his breeches. He knew he should have pulled away, it only served to test his resolve, which, he feared, was already at an end. It was like gazing at a pie you were forbidden from tasting, the more you indulged your eyes, the more your stomach grumbled for it. Yet, that night, under the bleeding eyes of the godstree, he gave in.

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Okay so my request. 🥺

Poly relationship between Ushijima x reader x Bokuto. Reader feels super neglected due to both of them having super busy volleyball schedules. Of course she knew this when she started dating them. But she still gets lonely and needy. Both himbos don’t realize it due to them being well himbos. It’s not until they notice her clingy to a player from one of the teams who gives her attention. They confront her and she breaks down and spills her heart out to them. They give her the long awaited attention she needs. Can it possibly be smut please? 🥺🥺🥺

I hope this is everything you’re looking for love. Thank you for requesting and sorry it took a couple days. Please, enjoy. ❦

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢

〈You know Bokuto and Ushijima are busy men, but the longer you’re away from them, the larger the ache becomes

〷 This piece contains haikyuu time skip spoilers 〷

❈ genre: Angst/Comfort, NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

❈ warnings: anxiety/insecurities, Poly Relations (Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Ushijima Wakatoshi), size kink, dom/sub dynamics, make-up sex.

It wasn’t like they were ignoring you on purpose. Bokuto and Ushijima would never do such a thing. Usually, they were so good at giving you all the attention you needed, checking up on you and asking about your day even after long practices or games.

But things had gotten really busy for your two boyfriends as volleyball season was back in full swing. Playing for the Japanese national team left little time for leisure, leaving you to an empty house that usually was always filled with Bokuto’s laughter or the sound of Ushijima’s rock music. Your days were filled with checking empty group chats, rushing home to make dinner only to find you were the only one eating it, and barely managing to stay awake when the front door finally opened.

It was starting to be too much for you. And you needed them oh so badly. Some night you tried wearing Bokuto’s shirt with your fingers buried deep between your thighs only to find they weren’t long enough to reach your good spots. Or you’d call out Ushijima’s name louder and louder hoping it would bring you closer to a high but it always fell flat.

You started to give up from frustration, actually felt yourself avoiding mirrors or even their touch. You didn’t deserve it, didn’t want to see. Maybe they were doing this on purpose, maybe this was their way of telling you that you weren’t enough for them anymore. Maybe there was someone else, prettier and younger and more bubbly.

There was that one pretty girl who was always conveniently at their practices...

The thoughts began to weigh on you. Made you feel like in your little house of three you didn’t really belong. But you weren’t sure how to bring it up to the boys, not when they were working so hard, and certainly not when they were exhausted every time they came home. So you just kept it all in your chest, letting it build and grow and spread.

All you wanted to do on your day off was stay in bed, allow the covers to swallow you whole so you didn’t have to think about anything. But Bokuto insisted you get up, that grin on his face that usually had you grinning right back.

“Cmon Birdy! Come watch us today! The rest of the boys will be happy to see you too!”

Normally you would have been thrilled at the opportunity, spending the whole day watching your men do what they loved so much. But with everything you’ve been feeling it was hard. Still, you tried your best to match that grin of his, rolling out of bed and getting ready so you could go to their joint practice.

You sat where you usually did, on the first bleacher, front and centre. You were usually so engaged, cheering them on when they hit a particularly good spike or bringing them water when they needed, but today you found yourself distracted. Eyes wandering to the ceiling or fiddling with the hem of the skirt you wore.

You hadn’t even noticed the stranger that sat beside you, just how close he’d gotten. You were taken more back when he spoke so close to your ear, making you jump a little in your seat.

His laughter was so warm. Smooth and thick like honey. You didn’t recognize him, but boy was he handsome. Dark features, light eyes, a smile with a perfect set of teeth. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you pretty.”

Pretty— did he really think you were pretty? Not wanting to seem more like a dunce you forced words from your lips, a little nervous giggle following suit. “I-I was totally zoned out, you didn’t scare me too bad, promise.”

He was staring, and normally this would have made you uncomfortable. Normally you would have told a handsome stranger right away that you were happily taken. But the longer he stared the tighter you pressed your thighs together, the deeper your flush became. You basked in it, the attention you were so craving from your two boyfriends...

“You must be new, I’d recognize a beautiful face like yours.” Another clench of your thighs. You were biting your lip and then his hand was on your thigh. This is where you’d usually slap someone, or call your much larger partners to handle it. But you couldn’t take your eyes off his. And right now you didn’t want to, not when his thumb felt so smooth on your skin.

“What’s your name? And phone number, if your willing of course.”

He was wearing a jersey, one didn’t recognize. Maybe from an opposing team? You just giggled again, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Words were on the tip of your tongue when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder. The male's hand all but flew off your thigh, his eyes a bit narrowed as the all too familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Baby, come with me.” Ushijima’s voice didn’t waver, in fact, it was deeper than usual, laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite point out. Looking towards the court you saw Bokuto too, thick brows furrowed and arms crossed. Your lips twisted in a thin line as you stayed still a moment, only for Ushijima to easily haul you to your feet.

“W-Wakatoshi—“

“I said. Come.” There was a demand, one that had the frustration bubbling on your features. You tore yourself away from his grip but still stormed out of the bleachers. Bokuto was quick to follow, easily picking up with your pace and walking to your side.

“Baby... what was that...”

“Right in front of us too? Just disrespectful.” Ushijima spoke, now on your other side.

You could feel them, the hot and angry tears that began to swim in your gaze as you stormed towards an empty room. The two continued to talk, trying to understand. You never flirted so openly with others, especially didn’t let them touch you. They wanted answers, needed to know why.

But as soon as the door closed behind you, you snapped.

“It was nice getting attention for once you know!”

That shut them up quickly. Bokuto looked downright shocked, lips held open in a silent gasp while Ushijima still held that blank expression of his. He was going to be the first one to speak but you cut him off, finally letting the tears slip-free.

“I know you two are busy! I know that I signed up for it. But it’s been too much— I’ve been so so lonely... and no one ever seems to notice! Neither of you! I just— I miss my boys, I miss you two so much and it’s not fair... it’s not fair to feel this lonely when I have you both...”

Your voice faded with a small crack, the tears now pooling from your eyes. You tried your best to wipe them away, body beginning to tremble as all the feelings hit you at once. You felt bad yelling at them, seeing their looks of shock. But it was now or never, you had to get it out.

Arms were around you, and you had to blink out a couple tears to realize it was Ushijima who had pulled you in so close. One of his large palms cupped the back of your head, pressed you into his chest with a small little hum.

“Love... sorry you’ve been feeling this way—“

“Why didn’t you just tell us Birdy! We love you so much you know!” Bokuto was quick to follow suit, joining in on the hug which only seemed to make you more emotional. Finally being encased in their warmth, feeling their arms over yours. It was everything you had been wanting.

“I-I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.. and then I just got in my head... I thought maybe you two d-didn’t want—“

“Shush...” Ushijima murmured, not even allowing you to finish that sentence. He pulled away just enough so you could look both of them in the eyes. Bokuto was giving you a small little smile, hoping it would make those tears of yours go away, while Ushijima just sighed, smoothed his palm over your cheek to wipe away tears with his thumb.

“Baby, we love you so much, please don’t ever doubt that okay?” He made sure you nodded before continuing. “We’re sorry, sorry for making you feel unwanted.”

“So so sorry Birdy! I just love ya— well of course we both do but, I just love ya so so much!” Bokuto said with enthusiasm, his smile growing when you let out a little giggle. You wiped away the remainder of your tears, chest a bit shaky as you looked between your two boys. You could see, how genuinely sorry they were. You knew deep down that they would never stop loving you, but hearing it, seeing it on their faces, made the weight that had been sitting in your chest lift.

“I love you both... love you, Bo, love you Ushi...”

“Tonight will be all about you pretty bird, all night just for you,” Bokuto said, pulling you back into a hug that you happily got swallowed into. Ushi nodded in agreement, his palm smoothing over the back of your head as you swayed in Bokuto’s embrace.

❦ ❦ ❦ ❦

The evening really had been all about you. From the way Bokuto carried you bridal style into your shared apartment, to the way Ushijima had slowly stripped you in front of the full-length mirror, murmuring in your ear all his favourite parts of your lovely body. Now you were situated in Ushijima’s lap, naked body covered in a light layer of sweat as your chest rose and fell at a quick pace.

“P-Please Sir, want more, need more.” Your voice was nothing more than a whine that was easily shushed by Ushijima. His thick thighs tensed a bit around your own, pulling your legs further apart in the process. “Be patient baby girl, want you to feel every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

Bokuto was struggling to go slow as well, the urge to just thrust wildly into your perfect cunt filling his chest. The look Ushijima shot him told him to keep up this slow pace, for you. So he went in just another inch, making the two of you groan in unison.

“That’s it...” Ushijima’s voice was huskier than usual, large hand palming at your chest as he nodded His eyes were glued to your splitting pussy. “Another inch Bo, just one.”

And it went on just like that until Bokuto’s hips kissed the backs of your thighs, his head rolled back in a pleased moan as you squirmed in Ushijima’s grip. “Beautiful...” Ushi mumbled, his palm slithering down your body to rest on the bulge left in your stomach by Bokuto’s cock. You whimpered at the touch, cheeks feeling hot as his hand slid down to your pussy, traced the way your lips stretched around Bokuto’s throbbing length.

“You’re so stretched around Daddy’s cock baby, you see that? See how Bo can just split you open?” He took hold of your jaw with his free hand, making sure you were looked down at your full pussy. “S-see it Sir, and it feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah it does, this pretty pussy was made for me.” Bokuto rumbles out, his muscles tensing as he suddenly jutted his hips, his tip slapping against your cervix and making you yelp. Ushijima tsked at that, brows furrowing a bit as he snatched one of Bokuto’s hands, made him press it into the place where you and him met. “You need to be patient to Bo, just appreciate how little our baby is, how her perfect cunny stretches just for us. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Bokuto was basically drooling, his fingers pressing along the bulge on your tummy, the one he made. He licked his lips, before a grin curled on his handsome face. “It’s so so wonderful, the best fucking cunt ever. Going to fill you up over and over again tonight pretty girl, make sure you're stuffed absolutely full of Toshi and I so you never doubt again just how much we love you.”

[bay-did-nothing-wrong]

Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'

[earlgreydream]

benefits.

| draco x reader | angst | fluff | smut |

anon requested. can you do draco x reader from best friend to fwb but no catching feelings rule... 

a/n: lots of people have requested rough sex lately. it must be something in the air.

Several bad decisions led up to where you were now, curled up in Draco Malfoy’s bed, clutching his sheets to your body.

Bad decision number 1: Becoming best friends with Draco Malfoy.

How could you not? The blonde boy was ambitious, charming, and loyal. You had come to Hogwarts knowing nobody, a scared 11 year old in a new home, surrounded by new people. You were sitting alone at a table when the blonde sat down beside you. 

“I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

You were never lonely after that. You and Draco became inseparable. You were together at Hogwarts nearly every waking moment, and summers and christmases were spent at Malfoy Manor together, or traveling abroad to see the world. 

Draco was always the first one to support you, the one to celebrate with you, and the one to cry with you. The two of you shared everything, sticking by one another, even through the occasional fight. Nothing would break up your friendship.

Bad decision number 2: Becoming friends with benefits with Draco Malfoy.

You couldn’t imagine trusting anyone enough to lose your virginity to, other than Draco Malfoy. That’s how it started, a night at Malfoy Manor during Christmas break.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Draco had asked you softly.

“I’m sure. Nothing will change, I just want to you to be the one.”

That was how you discovered that Draco Malfoy was entirely perfect. He took incredible care of you, making sure you were feeling good, and making sure you were safe. Draco adored you, and this decision added another layer of intimacy that brought the two of you closer.

One time wasn’t enough for either of you. Hooking up turned into a common occurrence for the two of you. You’d sworn it was strictly friends with benefits, that there was no strings attached, you were just using one another’s talent to get off.

This went on for years, and you and Draco had done it everywhere. At the Manor, at your own home, in your respective dorms, in the astronomy tower, in a broom closet, and even once on Snape’s desk when you were feeling particularly mischievous. 

You’d both promised yourself it was no catching feelings, and you’d both managed to fail.

Bad decision number 3: Falling in love with Draco Malfoy. 

It happened so fast, yet over so long, it was impossible to decipher how it happened. Maybe it was the sex, maybe it was cheering him on at quidditch games, maybe it was the late nights in the common room with tea. Maybe it was none of those things. 

Draco was the other half of your heart, and you couldn’t imagine a single day without him. Your heart raced when he touched you, and you filled with butterflies at the sight of his smile. 

The realization hit you all at once, after a particularly steamy night in his prefect dorm. For the first time in your life, you didn’t know how to tell Draco something. He sensed it, he knew the ins and outs of your mind and your heart. 

“What’s on your mind, love?” It was an innocent question, spoken lightly as he laid beside you in the black sheets, studying the expression on your face. 

That brought you to where you were now. You sat up to look at him, covering your naked body with the sheets. Draco’s hand rested casually on your thigh as it often did, his silver gaze patient as he waited for you to answer.

“I want more.”

Draco grinned and tried to pull the sheet from your body, and you swatted his hand away. The deviant smile fell from his face when he sat the seriousness in your eyes, and he sat up beside you.

“More, as in...?”

“I want to be in a real relationship. You’re my best friend, and I want more than just sex. I think we would be so good together.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, and the guarded expression that Draco never had with you broke out on his face. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. You wished you could take it back, but it was too late. He was already shutting down, and you felt like you’d made a catastrophic mistake.

“Draco, I-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. There’s someone else...” he looked sickened, and you were stunned, feeling like the knife in your chest had been twisted. 

“What?”

“I should’ve told you. I have plans to ask out Pansy-”

“Forget I said anything...” You breathed, suddenly feeling ashamed and exposed. 

“Y/N. Love, wait.”

You were out of the bed, dragging your clothes on before he could stop you. You ran from his room, wanting to escape the embarrassment and tension. 

You had never been away from Draco for so long. You’d avoided him, unable to face his rejection. You had heard from Hogwarts gossip that Pansy had rejected his offer to date, and you wondered why. She’d always shown interest in Draco, and you had scolded him in the past for leading her on. You couldn’t imagine what had possessed him to decide to ask her out.

You didn’t know it was to try to see if anyone made him feel the way that you did. Draco was enamoured with you, and he feared that you didn’t feel the same. He’d panicked when you’d asked for a relationship, and he wanted to tell you that he just wanted to be sure. You must’ve understood, because you had done the same with Theodore Nott in fourth year. 

Draco was devastated by the loss of you. You’d avoided him, ignoring all his attempts to try to spend time with you. He wanted to tell you that he realized it was a mistake the second you’d walked out the door. He’d asked Pansy out, and she had turned him down, knowing she would never be you.

“Draco, I care about you. You’re in love with Y/N. I can see it, everyone can see it. She’s in love with you too. You don’t need to experiment with me to confirm it.” 

He wondered how he could’ve been so blind. How he could’ve hurt you like that. The regret was all-consuming.

To make matters worse, he’d seen you with George Weasley, and everyone whispered that you didn’t leave the Gryffindor dorms at night. White-hot jealousy twisted in Draco whenever he saw you with the redhead. It was too much, and he couldn’t take it.

George was there to keep you warm, but it was nothing like Draco. George didn’t understand you, he didn’t know what you were thinking without an explanation. His eyes didn’t light up the same way when you laughed. He was sweet, but he wasn’t Draco.

Three weeks passed, and you felt raw. You were barely paying attention as you walked through the quiet corridors, lost in thought. Thoughts of Draco, thoughts of how right now you would be curled up on a couch, studying potions, if you hadn’t told him the truth.

You gasped in surprise as a hand came to the small of your back, another wrapping around your arm.

“Draco?” You were startled. He was pulling you down a side hallway, to empty, abandoned corridors that were never used. A large iron door appeared in the stone wall, and you let Draco wordlessly push you through it, into the Room of Requirement.

The room was fashioned like an elaborate bedroom, a massive bed with black silk sheets in the center. The lights were low, and you suddenly felt warm.

“Draco, what is going on?” You turned to your best friend, your hands coming to rest on his chest when his body was practically against yours.

“I can’t stand to see you with that bloody redhead. You belong with me.” Draco was practically seething, and the lust in his eyes made your body wake with familiar adrenaline. 

“Prove it.”

Draco tore your uniform off of you, buttons clattering against the cold floor. Your heart was beating in your ribcage, your nerves beginning to spark with anticipation to feel Draco’s touch again. 

Warmth heated your face and ears when Draco tossed you onto the bed, positioning you at the edge while he stood in front of you. This wasn’t going to be gentle and tender, this was animalistic, wild, and desperate. Draco was rough and it had you weak at his fingertips.

“He will never touch you again!” Draco snarled, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. You were pinned to the bed, and he pulled your thighs apart, putting a knee on the bed to balance in front of you.

“Never,” you shook your head, finding a hold on his shoulders. He kissed you deeply, full of need and force. He swallowed your quiet moans, and your fingers tangled in his hair as he sank into you. You tightened your arms around him as he began to move, giving you a moment to breath before he started to slam into you with the pent up jealousy, hurt, and regret of the last three weeks. 

The walls of the Room of Requirement absorbed your moans and yells, keeping your secrets safe within them. Draco released your neck and pinned your hands above his head, hitting places that sent shudders of pleasure through your body. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Draco breathed, shocking you with the kind honesty. You pulled him down onto you and the rough aggression faded. He rocked into you gently, kissing your neck, your bodies fully pressed together. 

“I love you so much, I’m so sorry. I’m never going to let you go again.”

You kissed him passionately, the tension in your body releasing as waves of emotion flooded through you. 

“I love you, Draco.”

[angelsxbelle]

hq boys when they cheat on you.

this is so angsty i’m sorry buy- i was in desperate need of haikyuu cheating angst and i couldn’t find any so i wrote some:’)

characters: atsumu, tendou, semi, bokuto

i hope this is okay, i might do more of this as a series with different characters- also for whatever reason my bokuto tags weren’t working??

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, angst, unresolved angst in some, general sadness

ATSUMU  ♡  you had noticed a change in the man you had once called your boyfriend, the late nights, the lipstick on his shirt that didn’t look familiar. the feeling that he didn’t want you anymore. and yet to the untrained eye he was the same loving and caring boyfriend he had always been. you could have sworn he was exactly the same as when you first started dating, when he was in love with you and only you. he claimed to have just been tired, he was affectionate but somewhat hesitant, as if there was something he was looking for somewhere else but couldn’t find it. so when you came home early from work one night, remembering he would still be at the practice he said he had, you finally saw what he was looking for, the bags of groceries crashing and breaking on the floor as you clutched your hand to your chest in disbelief, fingers clawing at the fabric of your shirt. atsumu’s eyes shot up to you in a millisecond, you could see the cold fear in them as he realized that you had just walked in on him on top of another girl in your bed. “b-babe! It’s not what it looks like i promise! ya just walked in at the wrong time!” you hesitated, “h-how could you do this to me tsumu? you said i was good enough, that you love me, was it nothing this entire time? you said at the beginning no other girl could compare to me, am i just nothing to you? nothing?” “just please stay i promise i can fix it! please don’t go ya can’t-” “don’t do this to me tsumu”, you say as tears spill down your cheeks. you force yourself to walk away, taking small steps as you feel like you’re about to throw up. he was right, you thought. those other girls could never compare to how worthless you were.

TENDOU  ♡  being with tendou was amazing at first, he was the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for, he always knew what to do to make you fall in love with him even more, the little things that you would always notice he did for you. and as you settled into your relationship things were still just as good, you were closer to him than before. as you had known tendou in high school and after graduating you knew him better than anyone else did, about his past, his insecurities, his fears. he was a cheerful and playful person normally, it was part of his personality but it was also his way of hiding the things he didn’t want anyone else to see. you noticed lately he was getting clingier, more anxious, the smile on his face had started to slip away as the days past and he seemed less and less like himself. all you could do was comfort him, while you laid in bed with him and held his face to your chest as you whispered all the things you loved about him into his ears as tears streamed down his face. and then one afternoon while he was at work, you got a text from your best friend. you read what she had said, but you just couldn’t understand. so you waited for him to come home. it was silent. you stood in front of him, while he sat at your kitchen table. “satori, i know you cheated on me.” his eyes got wide and you could see the panic etched in his face. “before you freak out, i’m not leaving, i hate that you did this to me, but i’m going to forgive you.” he broke down in tears in front of you, his sobs echoing off the walls of your shared apartment. you walked up to him and wrapped him up in a tight hug. “i’m s-sorry”, he cried while clutching on to your shirt, “i’ll never do it again.” you said, “i love you, and i know you need me right, now, and if you ever do i’ll leave but for right now, i can’t lose you. we can figure this out, i promise.”

SEMI  ♡  he had always told you he got shy seeing people he knew come to his shows, that it would make him nervous and that he’d mess up and freeze on the spot. and you believed him, and kept your distance since you knew you were the one he came home to, and you trusted him. and so you were content with just laying on his bare chest at home, listening to him pluck away at his guitar as he sung softly for you, it was moments like these that made up for it all. things had been going well for you, but when you had a night off of work the same day as one of his shows, you figured it couldn’t hurt to try and see him if you hid in the shadows where he couldn’t see you, and just listen to him play. and so you snuck away that night, butterflies in your stomach from nerves and hopefulness. just as you had imagined, he was amazing, every word he sang came out of his heart alive, and after it was all over you made your way backstage, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset with you. so there you stood, in the doorway of the backstage entrance, feeling your heart drop the ground and shatter as you watched your boyfriend kissing another girl against the wall, grabbing handfuls of her ass and her hair, like you had never even existed at all. his eyes opened, and grew wide as he saw you standing in the doorway. “b-babe! what are you doing here?” “i came to see you, i guess you were right, i shouldn’t have come here at all”, you said, voice cracking as you fought back tears. “w-we can still make this right though, she didn’t mean anything to me!” you could see in his eyes that he knew he was fighting a losing battle, and as you saw tears prick at the corner of his eyes, you turned around and muttered, “goodbye eita.”

BOKUTO  ♡  from the day that he asked you out with a boyish grin on his face and a blush painting his round cheeks, bokuto koutarou had been the best person to be by your side, always the right choice for you and the only man you could ever imagine being with your entire life. even after years he never changed, every day with him was just as interesting as the last and he always showered you with love, never letting you forget how much he loved you. sometimes he had to reassure you since you would get insecure occasionally, reminded of the twitter comments saying the bokuto koutarou deserved someone better looking. he would kiss you all over, saying he loved every part of you and that you were all his, forever. one night you were watching one of your favorite movies together, cuddled up on the couch together wrapped up in layers of blankets with his big arms wrapped around you. he got up to go use the bathroom, and you sat alone on the couch waiting for him to come back when you heard his phone buzz, and decided to stop and look at it to make sure it wasn’t for work. 1 image attachment. 2 image attachments. you opened up instagram to check and your heart rate skyrocketed once you saw what it was. pictures of a girl with what you could barely call lingerie on showed up on the screen, a girl with a much nicer body than yours and perfect features. “babyyy i’m baaack!!!” you looked up and held up the phone, whispering, “kou, what is this?” his face completely distorted into an expression of pure horror, all the color washing away from his cheeks. “i- i didn’t ask for those, i promise! she must be one of my fans that tried to send me pictures, i’ll block her right now!” “how am i supposed to believe you kou, you can do so much better and you know it”, you almost shouted. his heart broke when he realized what you really thought of yourself. tears started to stream down your face at the same time they leaked from your boyfriend’s eyes, he pulled you in close, whispering in your ear, “i would never hurt you baby, i love you too much.” you held onto him tighter, you knew he was telling the truth and you also knew he’d never hurt you either, never in his whole life.

so um- yeah bokuto’s originally wasn’t supposed to have a wholesome ending but he was too much of a cinnamon roll i couldn’t do it :’)

[cafeacademic]

Marshal Commander Hardass

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: light degradation (use of the word cockdumb mostly), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (wrap it before u tap it)

Word Count: ~3.4k

A little (and by little I mean several thousand words) something for one of my favorite Clone Commanders. This is one of several current WIPs, so it felt good to finally finish this one up! Hope you all enjoy lovelies <3

*Read on AO3* or under the cut!

You huffed as the door to the bar swung open and half a dozen clone troopers walked in. You were used to seeing a single soldier here and there, but a large, fully armored group meant trouble. Sighing, you excused yourself from the conversation you were having with a regular patron and returned to your place at the center of the bar.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you deadpanned, not at all in the mood to have to deal with the war today. Your planet had been lucky enough to stay relatively neutral, but the arrival of the soldiers reminded you how fragile that neutrality was.

“Good evening, miss,” the presumed leader of the group said. His armor was slightly different from other clone troopers that had stumbled across your bar in the past; his helmet was framed by an orange visor, and a rank insignia was affixed to his chest plate. “We’re looking for a man named Tost. Do you have any information about his whereabouts?”

“No,” you snapped, hoping to shut down the conversation. “If that’s all, I do have patrons to get back to,”

“Are you sure? Any information would be very helpful--” you waved a hand dismissively, silencing the trooper.

“I don’t know anything, and I don’t want to get caught up in this war. All it does is bring destruction to the planets it claims, and we refuse to offer ourselves up for annihilation on a silver platter,” you said impatiently. “So either order a drink or get out of my bar,”

The regular you were chatting with earlier snorted at your little speech, and a very drunk group in the back broke out into a loud cheer. You raised a single, challenging eyebrow at the soldiers.

“Come on, the General is probably waiting for us,” another clone spoke up from the back of the group. The leader nodded, not even turning to look at the clone who had spoken, seemingly too transfixed on you.

“You’re right, Boil,” he said calmly. “If you can think of anything that would be helpful to the Republic cause, please don’t hesitate to come to one of our outposts. Ask for Marshal Commander Cody, and I’ll see to it that your information is in good hands,”

You scoffed and folded your arms over your chest defensively. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,”

As the troopers filed out, you were sure that you could hear one of them swearing at you, but you chose to ignore it.

Later that night, when darkness had fallen completely and drunk patrons would fall off their stools every so often, two of the soldiers came in and tucked themselves away at a corner table. You grumbled a swear under your breath before walking over to the table and standing there, a single hand on your hip. The clones, now without their helmets, looked up sheepishly at you.

“I know you told us to get out earlier, but we’re not here for the Commander. We just want to unwind and have a drink,” one of them stuttered, obviously reciting a speech he had planned since before they walked in. You softened slightly as you watched the two men; it wasn’t their fault they were stuck in this war. Offering them a small smile, you took their orders and brought them their drinks, a little extra poured on top as a sign of goodwill.

“What’s up with them?” one of the men sitting at the bar asked you.

“Don’t know for sure,” you replied. “The whole squad came in earlier, asking for information. I get the feeling their commander is kind of a hardass,”

“Bet they just need to blow off some steam then,” the man said, and you nodded in agreement. With a sly look, the man glanced over at the troopers. “I’m sure you could offer them a much better way to relax,”

“You’re such a creep,” you deadpanned back, and the man laughed. “Besides, I don’t think clones are really my type,”

The door swung open with a clatter, and the orange-visored Commander stood in the doorway once more. You winced at the sudden loud noise.

“Is that Commander Hardass?” the man at the bar asked, and your grimace was enough to answer his question.

“Crys, Wooley, get back to camp,” the commander ordered, not even needing to raise his voice. The tipsy clones mumbled apologies and tossed a handful of credits on the table before shuffling out of the bar.

“What the hell!” you snapped at the clone commander. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“It was their turn for watch,” the clone said, sliding onto one of the unoccupied stools at the bar. The man you were speaking with earlier looked between the two of you, amused. “I’d like a drink. Corellian whiskey,”

“It’s after last call,” you lied.

“Since you won’t give me any information, the least you can do is give me a drink,” the commander said, taking off his helmet and setting it on the bar next to him. You stood there for a moment, simply taking the clone in. He somehow looked older than the other clones; perhaps it was just exhaustion from the war. His face was partially marred by a scar, but it only served to make him look more striking. It was the challenging look in his eyes, however, that made you pour him a glass of whiskey.

“So, you must be Commander Hardass,” the man at the bar said. You braced yourself for a fight, but instead, the clone just sipped on his drink, not even glancing at the other man.

“That’s Marshal Commander Hardass,” the clone replied. “But I much prefer to just be called Cody,”

“Well, well! We’ve got a big man in charge, here!” the man said, obviously inebriated. You glanced at the clock on the wall; it was probably time to start clearing everyone’s checks.

“I think you’ve had enough, hun,” you drawled to the man, taking his now empty glass away from him. “You should be getting on home,”

“Come on! I just wanted in on the fun!” the man protested, but Cody shot him a glare, and the man dropped credits on the bar and left without further complaint.

You went about your nightly duties of wiping down tables and clearing tabs, only having to break up one drunken argument before it turned into a brawl. By the time you were finished, the Commander was the only person left in the bar.

“Time to go,” you said, voice clipped. Cody looked up at you, still nursing his glass of whiskey. You couldn’t help but find yourself staring as an errant drop of liquid ran spilled over his lip and down his chin, trailing a path down his neck. You swallowed hard.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay and chat,” he countered, as if daring you to throw him out once more.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” your reply was weakened by the slight crack in your voice as you watched Cody grip his drink tightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly in his throat as he swallowed the whiskey, and your eyes traced over the movement.

“No more little speeches?” he taunted you. “I even went so far as to buy a drink,”

“I told you, I don’t know anything about the guy you’re looking for,” you said, a hint of resignation in your voice. “And if I did, I have no reason to trust you,”

“Your lack of trust certainly isn’t stopping you from eye-fucking me from across the bar,” Cody countered, and you blushed bright red. So he had noticed.

“I think you may be misconstruing my looks, Commander,” you tried to regain your blasé attitude, but it was no use.

“No, I think I’m quite right,” he said mildly as if he wasn’t laying all your dirty secrets on the table for him to peruse. “For someone who hates the war, you sure do seem to want a big, bad soldier to put you in your place,”

You gave up on trying to act aloof: “Hating the war and recognizing a good fuck aren’t mutually exclusive,”

A gloved hand fisted into your blouse and pulled you over the bar, and Cody crashed his lips into yours with so much force you felt your teeth clatter together. As you melted into the kiss, you weren’t quite sure if you had won your little battle of wills with the Commander, but at the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

With surprising grace, Cody climbed over the bar and pushed you backward, framing your body by placing his arms on either side of you. He kissed you once more, less violent, but no less passionate. When you let out a soft whimper, Cody seized your moment of weakness and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Mm, cyare, look at you,” he breathed out, and you felt your face get hot at his praise. One gloved hand ran over the curve of your hip and up the side of your ribcage, before dragging up the side of your neck and gripping your chin between his fingers. “Absolutely at my mercy,”

As much as you were sure you looked the part of a good submissive, eyes glassy and mouth slightly agape, you refused to give him the satisfaction of having won so easily.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Commander,” you taunted, dropping one hand to press against his codpiece. He hissed at the contact, even though it wasn’t direct, and you smirked.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Cody said darkly in your ear. “Don’t get in over your head,”

“I won’t,” you replied confidently, mustering up all your strength to keep your voice even, despite the way one of his large hands was kneading the flesh of your waist. “I’m quite sure that you’ll be a mess for me by the end of the night,”

It was like you had flipped a switch in Cody’s head, and any sort of softness he was holding onto flew out the window. The hand that was gently touching your waist soon captured your wrist in a bruising grip, and he pulled you flush against his body.

“Is there somewhere more private that we can do this?” he asked, and you nodded frantically.

“I have an apartment above the bar,” you managed to stammer out.

“Good,” Cody said, grabbing his helmet and dragging you up the stairs by the wrist. You followed along but made sure to walk slowly, just so he’d have to put the extra bit of effort into getting you there. As you resisted, his fingers tightened slightly in warning.

When you had gotten upstairs and into the bedroom of your small apartment, Cody finally released your arm. He dropped his helmet on your dresser and pushed you back onto the bed, kissing you again. You whimpered as he slipped a hand under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra.

“Cody--” you gasped between kisses, but Cody only smirked and pinched your nipple roughly. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, trying to press into his touch.

“No, no. Address me with respect,” he said, and you whimpered as he looked down at you. One of his legs slotted between yours, and he held himself over your chest with his free arm. All you could think of was how he looked over you.

“Commander,” you said in a mockingly sweet tone. Cody growled and kissed you again, this time trailing kisses and soft bites down your neck and jaw. The hand that had been covering your breast was now toying with the edge of your shirt, and you pulled back to let him take it off. When your shirt was discarded, Cody made quick work of your bra, and you had to hold back a moan as he looked at your now exposed chest reverently.

“See something you like?” you teased, but the dark look in Cody’s eyes shut you up immediately. He looked near feral, as if he was trying to stop himself from lunging at you right then and there. Involuntarily, a grin started to creep across your face.

“Something funny, pretty girl?” Cody said, reaching out and grazing his thumb over one of your nipples.

“You just look so eager--ah!” you were cut off as Cody took one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. You could feel him smirk against you as you continued to whimper, your breathy moans turning needy as he continued his work.

“You like that, sweet girl?” he teased, sitting back so he could watch your chest heave as you sucked in labored breaths.

“Cody, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now,” you said, but your threat had no force behind it. Nonetheless, Cody started to remove his armor, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re not very patient,” he said, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been known to be a bit demanding at times,” you said, pleased that you got what you wanted.

“The only thing you’ll be by the time I’m finished is a cockdumb little whore,” Cody challenged, and you swallowed thickly. He had finished taking off his armor and was now pulling his shirt over his head, and you tried to memorize the plains of his body as quickly as you could. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice the thin trail of dark hair that crept down below the waistband of his blacks.

“See something you like?” he parroted back your earlier words. You nodded, and Cody smiled as he tugged you closer to him once more. His hands worked at the button on your pants, and before you knew it, he was shimmying the garment down your hips, leaving you in just your panties. With a gentle push, you fell back against the bed and Cody positioned himself between your thighs.

“You’ve soaked through your panties, pretty girl,” Cody said, tracing one finger lightly over your slit. You whined, trying to jerk your hips up for more friction, but he merely chuckled and placed an arm over your hips. “No, you’ll take what I give you,”

“Yes, Commander,” you looked down at him with glassy eyes, the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over you was almost too much. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because Cody pulled your panties to the side and dove in, lapping up the wetness you had already created before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your mouth dropped open with your loud moan.

“For all your bravado, you’re quite easy to control,” Cody said, voice rumbling against you in a way that sent sparks flying up your spine. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it; the way he was working your body right now, you would’ve committed murder if he’d asked. His tongue traced lazy circles over your clit, occasionally dipping down to thrust into you for a moment, making you squeal.

“Ahh! Commander!” your moans were whiny, and you could almost feel Cody’s ego inflating as you writhed underneath him. Suddenly, he slipped one thick finger into you, and you clenched around it so hard that Cody throbbed in his blacks.

“That’s it, take my fingers. Have to prepare you for my cock, pretty girl,” he growled before giving your clit another teasing lick. A second finger joined the first, and you bucked your hips up to meet them. Cody laughed. “It’s so easy to make you squirm,”

“Don’t get smug on me,” you tried to scold him, but it came out as a whine. You could rapidly feel your orgasm approaching, and you tried to warn the man underneath you, but your words all turned into moans as you tried to form them.

“Come on, pretty girl, let go for me,” Cody ordered, and you did as he asked. Clenching around his fingers, you whimpered as he worked you through it. It wasn’t until you were too over sensitive to bear it that he finally pulled away.

“Holy shit,” you said dreamily, head still a little fuzzy from your orgasm. Cody kissed you once more, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Commander, please,”

“Please what?” he said back, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what I want,” you said, trailing your hand down until you could rub him through his blacks. He groaned as you palmed him, and you smiled innocently.

“Ask for it nicely,” Cody teased. He was nearly as impatient as you were, however, and he was already reaching for the waistband of his blacks.

“Please fuck me, Commander,” you said, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. Your shame had flown completely out the window, your brain now singularly focused on the man above you.

Grinning eagerly, Cody pulled off his pants and discarded them, and your mouth hung open slightly at the sight of his cock. You quickly closed it when you heard Cody snort in amusement, and pouted as he lined himself up.

“You still want this?” he asked, face so close that you could feel his breath on your neck.

“Stop teasing and just do it already!” your voice pitched up as he slowly pushed himself in. You could feel him stretching you, and Cody swore under his breath as he bottomed out.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, rocking his hips slightly to let you adjust to the movement. You hooked one leg around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into you.

“Please, I’m not gonna break, Commander,” you gave him your best doe eyes, and Cody growled and thrust into you hard, pushing you up the bed slightly. He kept a steady pace, making sure to press his cock as deep as it would go with every thrust. He grabbed the leg that you had wrapped around his waist and pulled it up until it was sitting on his shoulder, letting him hit a whole new angle inside you.

Your whimpering turned into loud moans as he continued pounding into you, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of you that sent spots flying through your vision. Cody gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he fucked you. His face was dusted pink from exertion, and his pupils were blown so wide that they nearly eclipsed the soft amber of the iris.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” Cody groaned, his grip on your chin tightening. “Want my pretty girl to feel good,”

“So fucking good, feel so big inside me,” you stammered, unable to think about much other than the way he was fucking you. Your back arched off the bed as Cody dropped your chin and trailed his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it.

“There’s my little cockdumb girl,” he said, a tinge of admiration in his voice. “Taking me so fucking well,”

“Yes, please, anything!” your words were jumbled, but Cody seemed to know what you meant. His thumb worked faster on your clit, and you squirmed, trying to lean into the touch and wriggle away from it at the same time. Cody held you in place, watching your chest heave as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said, and you did, a broken moan of his name on your lips. He fucked you through it, his thrusts getting erratic as you tightened around him. As you trembled with the aftershocks, you were able to see Cody pull out of you and jerk himself a few times, before spilling all over his hand and your stomach.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” you said. Your voice was still a little shaky, and Cody laughed at how fucked out you sounded. He swiped a towel from your attached ‘fresher and cleaned you off, before falling into bed beside you.

“Practice,” he said smugly, and you rolled your eyes. “So was I?”

“Hmm?” you mumbled sleepily, snuggling your face into the clone’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you comfortingly.

“You said I looked like a good fuck. Was I?” he said, kissing the top of your head playfully.

“Well, I’m not completely cockdumb like you said I’d be,” you said, a mischievous smirk on your face. Cody sat up, a wicked look in his eyes. A surge of arousal pooled in your stomach.

“Guess we’re not done, then,”

[therealvalkyrie]

Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 6

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Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.  

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, romantic vegetable chopping, the chapter of realizing things

AN: Well, it’s been six fucking months, but it’s finally here!! It’s a little shorter than I’d prefer, and took a lot of iterations to get here, but I’m very satisfied:) Thanks, as always, to my lovely @doinmybesthere for editing and encouraging. I hope you all enjoy! I think there’re maybe 1 or 2 parts left in this story, that’ll hopefully be out more quickly than I managed this one. Please let me know what you think! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie

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(read chapter 5 here)

Finals week passes in a slow blur, barely leaving enough time for you to breathe between essays, exams, and one presentation that you think takes at least a year off the end of your life. It’s much the same for everyone else, as well — you barely see Levi, not counting the nights you spend alternating between your bed and his, and you don’t see Hange at all. Consequently, there’s no opportunity to break apart what happened on Saturday. No chance to peel back its layers and find how you really feel. Although, to her credit, Annie doesn’t appear again, so you’re able to shove it into a corner of your mind for the time being.

Saturday brings with it both a new winter storm and an overwhelming sense of relief. You let it fill you completely as you sit and watch snow swirl outside. The street below your kitchen window is bustling with students trying to outrun the storm to get home for vacation. But you have nowhere to be, nothing to do. It’s nice.

The door opens, bringing with it the stomping of Levi’s boots. You turn to watch him shake snow from his hair, sinking deeper into the reassurance of knowing that everything you need is here under your roof. Safe.

Hmm. What the fuck?

You choke on the next sip of your tea as the realization of what you just felt hits you square in the chest. Through your coughing and hacking, you reach again for that fleeting sense of home. Childish, content, warm.

“Are you okay?” Levi calls from the entrance, looking at you with pinched brows halfway through hanging up his jacket.

“Fine,” you cough out, pushing back from the table to hunch over and catch your breath. “I’m okay.”

It takes a moment for you to stop breathing hard, though when you do, your heart rate doesn’t return to normal, instead pushing blood to your face and neck and making your body feel light. Levi doesn’t help when he finally joins you in the kitchen, all floppy hair and bright cheeks from the snow. All leisurely about the way he stretches his lean body to take his favorite blend of Earl Grey from the top of the fridge.

“I was thinking about dinner,” he starts, completely oblivious to the way you’ve started sweating under your cardigan. “We shouldn’t order because of the snow, so I brought home stuff to make soup.”

“What kind?” It’s a miracle the words come out normally.

“Chicken noodle.” He turns to face you. “My mom’s recipe.”

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“I don’t get why guys are always so uppity about kitchen knives,” you say, picking up what Levi’s told you is a utility knife. “Like, it’s just a knife. I’m not about to stab myself with it.” Your finger drags along its sharp edge for only a split second when Levi’s slim fingers are suddenly around your wrist.

“Don’t. Touch. The knives,” he growls, taking the utility knife gently from your other hand and placing it back on the counter. “I just sharpened them last week, you could’ve seriously cut yourself.”

His steel eyes hold yours for another long moment until you nod your head mutely. You haven’t been able to shake the knot of hyperawareness that’s been settled in your belly since your what the fuck moment, and it only twists tighter when he’s so close to you. His hair is dry now, curling slightly because he hasn’t bothered to comb it since he got home. You have to actively resist the urge to twist a particularly enthusiastic curl around your finger in the split second before he backs away again.

Muttering under his breath, he returns to the simmering pot on the stove that he claims has turned into stock, though you hardly believe it. Growing up, you’d never been taught kitchen skills, let alone anything close to actual labor.

For a while, you’re content to watch, sitting at the table and nursing both the ache in your chest and a fresh cup of chamomile, but the urge to join him in his quiet work overwhelms you as he’s washing the vegetables.

“Levi, please, can I help?” Your tone edges on whining, prompting him to huff and shift on his feet. “I promise I won’t touch the knives! There, just, must be something I can do.”

You see him roll his eyes, swear under his breath, then turn towards you with a glower.

“No talking, no questions, and go wash your hands.”

“Yes!” you cheer and stand up with a bounce.

The scent of the bar of soap as you lather and wash cuts pleasantly through the spices and thick scents already filling the kitchen. It’s not something you’ve experienced often, and you relish in what you realize must be home comfort, your grin settling from enthused to contented.

Levi is arranging carrots, celery, and onions next to the cutting board when you join him again.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to touch the knives?”

“You’re not, until I show you how to do it without chopping off your fingers.”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” you tease, but nevertheless settle in beside him to watch as he lines up a carrot and picks up the utility knife.

“We’re generally going for even pieces, though it doesn’t matter much because it’s a soup. Put your fingers like this,” you lean over a bit to see how he’s arranged his left hand holding the carrot, the tips of his fingers just barely tucked under the knuckles, “so that you can chop like this—“ he begins slicing, knife guided by his knuckles “—and not lose your fingers. Always point the blade away from yourself and others, and never hold the handle like you’re going to stab something. That’s not effective, anyway. If you have to use this as a weapon, it’s much more effective to slash rather than stab, considering bone density—“

“Uhh,” you cut in, “pause. Are we slicing carrots or fending off home invaders?”

He stops chopping. “What did I say about asking questions?”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Anyway. Considering bone density, you’ll have better luck aiming to cut big veins than forcing through ribs.”

He’s done with the first carrot, now, lithe fingers flipping the knife so the blade is up.

“Never drag the blade along the surface sideways. Flip it over and use the blunt edge to move food.” He demonstrates, moving the little pile of carrot slices to a corner of the cutting board. “Your turn.”

And then, like it’s nothing, he’s offering you the handle with a flat expression.

“Uhm.” You press your lips together and eye it for a long pause. “Are you sure?”

“It’s just a carrot. You’ll be fine.” He lets another unsure moment slide into being, then sighs and reaches out to wrap your hand around the handle. “Here, like this.”

And like you’ve suddenly stepped into a poorly-written romcom, he’s guiding your hands under his to the next waiting carrot, curling your fingers exactly like he showed you before, and scooting over to let you stand in his place. You just let yourself go along with it, hoping desperately that he won’t feel your hands grow clammy or see the way your chin has tucked itself shyly to your chest so you can watch.

Fucking shit carrots, useless goddamn root vegetable, can’t chop itself, has to make me do all the work—

Your aggressive inner monologue takes you all the way through the second carrot, then his hands are leaving yours and he’s placing a third under your waiting blade. Time to fly solo.

—

When you fall asleep in the armchair that night, sated and full of comfort food, Levi sketches in pencil on scrap paper. He sketches his hands over yours in the kitchen and he sketches the steam rising from the pot on the stove. He sketches you sitting with a bowl of soup in your lap, face illuminated by the TV and he sketches your sleeping body curled up, hair in your mouth. He sketches a close-up of your face, with special attention to the curve of your bottom lip, and he considers it practice for finishing the painting in his room.

Levi doesn’t think about how if he doesn’t do something soon, all of this will change. About how you’ll get over your heartbreak and move out at the end of the year and he won’t see you every day and every night. And he definitely doesn’t think about how he’ll have to adjust back to sleeping without your soft body tangled in his, and he doesn’t wonder how he ever slept before you.

No, instead of thinking, he just cracks his knuckles and gently scoops you from the chair and into his arms.

It’s as he’s climbing into his side of your bed that you stir and snort and blink sleepy eyes open.

“What time is it?”

“Ten forty,” he whispers, “go back to sleep.”

You hum and turn on your side to face him, face half hidden by the squish of your pillow. He settles more comfortably in, tucks your head under his chin even though you’re taller than he is, and drapes his free arm around the curve of your waist. 

Quiet breathing is the only thing that fills the room for a long while, and he finally thinks you’ve drifted back off, when:

“Hey, Levi?”

“Hmm?”

“I... I’ve been thinking a lot, and...”

The tone of your voice is odd and it makes Levi’s throat seize up for a moment while you hesitate. He swallows deliberately.

“And?”

Your next words are more confident, like you have really been thinking a lot, your voice not sleepy in the slightest. It’s matter-of-fact and soft and lovely. 

“And you make me feel really safe. Just, like, all the time. And I’m glad I met you. You make me feel, um...,” a small sniffle, “You make me feel held.”

Levi tightens his arm around you and swallows again. It feels like he’s balancing on the head of a pin, and a thousand angels are swirling around him, and it’s taking all he has not to get pushed off.

“Well, I am holding you.”

“Psssssht,” you wriggle slightly back so you can look at his face. You look simultaneously exasperated and vulnerable in the shadows of your bedroom. “You know what I mean.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Well, I guess...” 

You pause to think for a moment, eyes flicking away from Levi’s face for a split second. Then, they’re back on his and he can feel the vulnerable honesty already spilling from you. 

“I’ve never really, um, gotten a lot of physical affection? From people in my life? And, uh, it’s not just that, it’s that you’re so... so— so familiar, and not just because I know you, godimnotmakingalickofsense, but because it feels like I’ve always known you?” It’s said like a question, like you want to know if he feels the same. “And you just make me feel held.”

You pause on a shaky inhale of breath, then cover your face with your hands and roll onto your back away from him. 

“God, I’m sorry, that doesn’t make any sense at all, I’ll just—“

“Stop,” Levi cuts you off, pushing up to lean over you and grasp your wrists in one hand and cover your mouth with the other, a mirror of the pair of you in the kitchen weeks earlier. “It makes sense. I get it.”

Your doe eyes stare up at him just like they did then and he selfishly indulges in an extra second of staring back before he releases you and slides back to rest on an elbow. Your hands stay demurely tucked by your chest where he put them and your tongue flicks out to lick at your lips as your eyes follow him. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. I get it.”

“Okay. Good.”

Suddenly, Levi doesn’t feel like going to bed. He feels like running for miles or painting until his hands ache or hitting something, anything to distract him from doing something incredibly stupid right now. The mattress sinks as he sits up and spins his legs out of bed, muttering something about tea and not tired yet, and he almost doesn’t catch the sensation of you sitting up behind him. 

He turns halfway back to tell you to go back to sleep, but your fingers catch his chin and he’s abruptly out of breath.

The curve of your bottom lip is perfectly, exactly the way he sketched it in the semi-dark. It’s slightly chapped.

When you kiss him, soft and certain, he topples off the pinhead and back into his body just in time to do something incredibly stupid and kiss you back.

—

(read part 7 here)

[eclipixels]

Saving Kaneki from going on that date with Rize

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The first time I had met him was at the school library. He had stumbled into my life, quite literally stumbled. He had tripped and fallen on top of me, knocking over most of the books from the fantasy section.

There he was, all shy with shining silver eyes and dark hair. He groaned and rubbed his head before immediately standing up and apologising, running back to an orange haired boy whom I assumed was his friend.

The next day, a Monday, it was going back to classes again. Most people were taking a break from everything and just going out since it was the weekend but I stayed in and read some fanfiction to release some stress. Dazai is good and all but sometimes you just need a brain break from all the high vocabulary and just read some cheesy love story written by a delusional 16 year old.

I had arrived to class early since it's nice when it's all silent and nobody is here. I sighed before taking out my textbooks and reading Sen Takatsuki's newest novel. I rested my chin on my palm as I engrossed myself into the pages of the book.

Suddenly, I noticed something from the corner of my eye, there was someone else here. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was the boy from the library yesterday.

He had 2 cups of coffee in his hand with one nervously held out towards me. I was a bit shocked since nobody had ever done a gesture like that to me before so I froze for a second before accepting the warm beverage.

"I'm really sorry I ran into you yesterday, I really didn't mean to, it was an accident and I didn't know where I was going, and um, I'm Kaneki Ken."

"It's alright. I didn't mind and you didn't have to get me this but thank you." I smiled politely.

"You're welcome and it really was no trouble. It's the least I could do to excuse my clumsiness." He shyly spoke.

"Would you like to sit down?" I asked as I noticed he was still standing in front of me.

"O-oh sure!" His eyes widened. He sat down next to me and pulled out his textbooks, mimicking the actions I had done prior to him arriving.

"Hey, is that Takatsuki's newest novel? How'd you get that? I didn't think it'd be out 'till next week!" The smile that lit up his face was something I'd never get used to and unbeknownst to me, would be the one I would slowly fall in love with.

"Oh, most shops have already had them shipped to them and are keeping them in storage until next week. A bookstore owner I know really well managed to sneak one out for me." I explained.

"Aw, no way! You're so lucky! Do you mind if I borrow it? I promise I'll give it back to you by tomorrow!" He exclaimed and I can swear I think I saw sparkles in his eyes.

"Um, Here, you can take it now since I finished it earlier in the morning." I handed the book to him.

Thus was the start of our friendship. Even though he was often busy with school more than me, (since he took more complex classes) he still had time to spend with me. It'd be small things from sitting silently next to me and doing his school work while I read any book that he had recommended to just going out for ice cream together in a nearby park.

Everyday he would seem to bring me a beverage whether it'd be my favorite coffee or something else. If he couldn't meet with me, he'd always have it delivered to my doorstep. It became a tradition for us.

Soon enough, I had met the orange haired boy that I had seen with Kaneki the day that I first met him and not long after had we also become friends.

Somehow, Hide and Kaneki managed to get me out of my apartment and took me out to get lunch with them. The three of us had become quite close.

Although I enjoyed my friendship with both of them, it had seemed that I had fallen in love with the dark haired boy and might I say fallen really hard. Like, cupid got drunk and shot me in the back, sending me flying into Kaneki's heart, face first into his adorableness.

His eyes told stories that I found familiarity in. It held the same gleam of a painful past, the same feeling I found in mine. It didn't take long for me to accept the fact that I had drowned myself in his aura, becoming truly, madly deep in love with Kaneki Ken.

Unfortunately Hide had figured this out and of course he tried to get me to confess and after what felt like centuries of persuading, he finally got me to go and confess.

Well, that was before now. Now, he had come to me with pitiful eyes, telling me that Kaneki had fallen for a shy, purple haired woman that he had met in a coffee shop, and that he had asked her out on a bit of a date, and that she had said yes. I couldn't process what was even coming out of his mouth.

Kaneki asking out a stranger? Impossible–

–But.. after awhile I looked up at Hide and saw that he still had the same downcast look on his face. I knew then that he wasn't lying, and that he was serious. I guess that Kaneki does not feel the same way I do. we'll, obviously he didn't. I felt myself go numb as I was being pulled into a hug by Hide but I didn't respond. He kept apologizing over and over again, telling me that Kaneki is an idiot to have chosen a stranger over the the girl who was there for him through the difficult times and shared almost everything with each other but, in my eyes, I was just the girl who was foolishly in love with a boy who would never look at her the way she looked at him.

Hide went on about how Kaneki must have been crazy not to like me back, and that kaneki and I were perfect for one another, and that Kaneki was just making a mistake but everything that came out of his mouth just felt like lies that only reminded me more and more of the reality, stomping harder on my already shattered heart.

Hide decided to take me to get some food to cheer me up. It wouldn't work but I accepted his kind request since I can at least try to get my mind off of it.

"Don't worry about it, Y/n! We're gonna have the bestest day you've ever experienced!" Hide exclaimed determined.

"Give it your best shot." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just wait and see Y/n, it'll be fun. Now let's go!" Hide shouted.

Once we had arrived, Hide's face looked distraught and he immediately said we should go somewhere else. I found that very weird and out of the ordinary for him. That's when I noticed him staring at something and I followed his gaze only to be met with the shattering view.

"Oh." I muttered.

"That's why" he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry." He apologized.

There was Kaneki, across the street with a tall long purple haired girl who I assumed was the girl who he asked out.

"What do you mean? That doesn't matter to me. Let's just go inside anyway." I lied straight through my teeth, doing my best to seem unbothered by it.

"Are you sure? You don't seem like you're okay." Hide asked with worried eyes, concern evident on his face.

"No no, I'm fine" but my tone contradicted my words.

"Look y/n, you're hurt and upset but you don't have to force yourself to do this-" Hide gripped my shoulder only to be interrupted by my voice.

"I said it's okay, Hide. C'mon, I can handle this." I smiled.

I don't know why I'm doing this but it can't get any worse, can it?

Shit.. yes, yes it can and it's happening right now.

Kaneki sees us and makes his way over. His expression was shocked to say the least.

"Y/n? What're you doing here?" Kaneki asked.

"Oh um, Hide and I just decided to get some food." I stumbled the words out.

"..with Hide?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yea." I pressed my lips together and rocked on my heels.

"Huh, interesting." He hummed. "Are you two out on a date?" His expression changed to bitter.

"Wait what? No way." I laughed, actually finding it funny he would think that. Even Hide snickered.

"oh.." He muttered.

"So, who's that?" I chocked out, referring to the violet haired girl.

"This is Rize." He introduced.

"Well it was nice to meet you! Excuse me I have to go now." I ran to the bathroom. Fuuuuuck that was so embarrassing. I wanna cry and scream at the same time.

I could overhear Hide and Kaneki still talking. I focused to hear a bit clearer and I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth as I heard Hide passive aggressively say, "Have fun on your date while y/n and I hang out and have fun all day. Bye Ken!"

Hide huffed before sitting down next to me. "Someone looks pissed." I mumbled.

"Who wouldn't I be pissed? God, he's so fucking dense. This is like when your two favorite characters who you ship don't end up together and one of them ends up with some other bitch." He ran his hand through his hair sighing.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"You'd scold me if I told you so I'm not telling you. Ugh, I can't believe I'm best friends with such a-" I stopped him mid sentence.

"Let it go, Hide." I put a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't talk about it anymore but I'm not letting it go." He huffed.

"Whatever but, did you notice something weird about her?" I asked.

"Uh, not really. What do you mean by weird?" He asked.

"Bro, I swear there's something fucking weird about that girl!" I exclaimed.

"She doesn't seem weird.. I just think he's ways out of her league." He explained.

"No no, there's just something.. I don't know. She gives off weird vibes." I stirred the straw in my drink.

"Hm, are you sure you aren't acting like this because.." Hide trailed off, smirking.

"I just care about him, it's not about how I feel and- stuff for him, y'know? It's not about that. I'm just worried about him." I expressed my concerns trying to not include my feelings into the equation.

"Call it whatever you want but you're jealous." He snickered.

"I've got an idea!" I exclaimed.

"Oh no-" He widened his eyes.

"I'll go with them!" I said.

"I don't think they'd let you." He furrowed his brows.

"I'll just sit at another table so they won't see me."

"Don't-"

"I PROMISE I won't ever do it again. Just this one time and if everything goes ok I'll never do it again." I put my hands together before Hide sighed in response.

~

I sat at a table far away from them but enough for me to see. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Kaneki was mostly likely rambling on about his favorite books. He's so cute when he makes those little gestures. Honestly, he could talk about where hot dogs come from and I'd still drool over how adorable he is.

Seggsy lesbian bitch- I mean Rize on the other hand was just doing the debby ryan and not even eating anything. That's kinda suspicious. Is she a vampire or something? Holy shit what if she's a ghoul?!

I almost didn't notice them leaving but I somehow catched up to where they were going. It was already a but dark out. They came to a stop and Kaneki was blushing furiously.

Wait..

Oh no

They leaned in..

Are they going to kiss? I don't think I can bear to watch that.

What happened next almost gave me a heart attack. She opened her mouth and was about to bite his shoulder. My fight or flight response immediately activated and before I knew it, I grabbed Kaneki's hand and ran.. His eyes widened in pure shock.

From the corner of my eye, I could see in the reflection of weird tentacles coming out of her as she wailed and chased after us. I didn't notice at first but soon enough I felt the blood trickle down my leg.

She managed to cut my leg. I wasn't that good at running and the gash made it even worse. I felt my legs giving out and I collapsed onto the concrete sidewalk. Everything felt kind of foggy and I barely remember what's even happening right now but I could feel that Kaneki somehow managed to carry me on his back and he ran to the nearest public area.

"Y/n! You're bleeding! We need to get you to the hospital right now!" Kaneki said as he frantically looked for his phone.

"Are you okay? Did she bite you?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine! You're the one hurt right now! Why are you worrying about me?" I could see the fear and concern in his eyes. For some reason I felt guilty for it but I felt warm inside knowing he cared.

"I'll be fine, it's just a cut. She was going to eat you! What was going to happen if she did?" I squeezed his hand.

"I'm okay now, aren't I? Thanks to you." He smiled, wiping away splattered blood from my cheek.

"You're welcome, Kaneki-san"

"I called Hide to come so he can help take you to the hospital to get your wound treated." He assured me.

"Its not a big deal." I tried to pretend I wasn't in extreme pain.

"It is" He sternly voiced.

"It's not" I spoke with the same tone.

"Don't argue back. I owe it to you after you saved my life."

"Fine but only because you said so."

After we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said it was just a small gnash, nothing severe. They patched me up and Kaneki insisted on coming along with me.

"You didn't have to come with me, Ken. I can manage on my own." I said as we entered my apartment.

"Oh and also, what're you doing?" I asked as he tugged on my jacket trying to get it off which he somehow managed to do.

"Y/n, you're my friend and you saved my life, I already told you I owe you." He sighed hanging up our coats.

"A friend, huh?" I smiled sadly. Back to pain it was again. Heartbreak isn't a hobby for me, it's a lifestyle. :')

"Y-yeah, well you're my friend aren't you?" He peered at me with doe eyes.

"Kaneki I really need to tell you something." I blurted.

"What is it?" He gulped.

"I.." I started but choked up.

"Uh?" He stepped closer. Dammit why is this so difficult.

"I love you." I whispered averting my eyes away. I couldn't dare to look at his face. After a moment of silence I looked up to see.. nobody? Where'd he go?

"Kaneki?? Where are you?" I shouted. Did he leave? Wow, couldn't he at least say it that he doesn't like me. I suddenly tripped over something and fell onto the floor, thankfully on top of a rug.

I groaned feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen from landing on something underneath. I slowly get up and look to see Kaneki. Kaneki. On the floor. wut.

"Eh? What the-???" I yelled in confusion. "Why are you on the God damn floor??" I frantically shouted.

"And are you crying? And texting Hide?" I ask seeing his lit up phone screen.

"N-no" He sniffled, turning his head so I couldn't see.

"Why are you crying, though?" I raised an eyebrow, wiping his tears with my thumb.

"It's just that I never thought you'd ever like me. Do you know h-how long I've had feelings for you?" He teared up even more.

"Why are you getting emotional?" I held his hand tighter.

"Oh my bananas y/n, I'm crying tears of joy! I'm so happy you like me back! I just thought you'd never like me back, that's why I went out with Rize to try and forget these feelings." He looked away from me with pink tinted cheeks feeling shameful.

"Kaneki! Why didn't you say anything?" I scolded light heartedly.

"You know I'm shy. How come you didn't?" He scrunched his nose.  Adorable.

"Well I was! In fact I was planning on confessing on the day you asked that girl out" I glanced down while frowning, having a sour taste in my mouth.

"Y/n.. do you want to go out on a date with me?" He looked up at me.

"Of course I do and I wanted to be the one to ask!" I crossed my arms.

"Beat you to it." He smiled.

"Can I at least pick the date?" I asked.

"Errr sure but I want to go on a book date 'cause Hide said they're lame and I wanna prove him wrong." He narrowed his eyes.

"Sure." I sigh.

"Thank you, Y/n!" He launched himself at me, hugging me tightly.

"What for?" I laughed hugging him back.

"For saving me and for agreeing to going on a date with me" He whispered.

"I didn't have a choice when it came to liking you though, how could I not?" I replied back.

"May we.. stay like this." He requested while staring up at me with sparking glossy doe eyes. I gazed at his soft pink face and planted a cheste kiss on his cheek causing his breath to hitch.

The moment was innocent, delicate and serene... until Kaneki's phone dinged with a notification of a text from Hide. Y/n made a mental note to ask what he texted Hide behind her couch while Kaneki made a mental note to ask how the hell did she show up at the right moment when Rize tried to eat him.

—But only Hide knows the answer to those questions 💅

[realcube]

ONCE YOU’RE GONE

rq ♥ hello!! can i please request miya twins, sakusa, suna, akaashi x fem!reader an angst one. like they got into a heated argument each other. reader just had enough, maybe take a stroll and got into a deadly accident that cost her life/ memory loss or something. and the hq char regrets it

tw ♥ angst, hurt/comfort, breakups, disappearances, very vague implications of kidnapping, memory loss & injury 

a/n ♥ sorry i couldn’t think of anything for suna </3 

ATSUMU MIYA

♡ he’s never really been an overly religious guy

♡ yet everyday, he finds himself praying that you’ll come back 

♡ and before now, he considered himself a rather patient person, but every second you were gone was filled with anguish

♡ mostly because he knew it was all his fault

♡ nobody blamed it on him though, which only made him feel more guilty

♡ it was late, so he decided to walk you home from his house. hardly with your safety in mind though, just because he wanted to spend more time with you

♡ that was his first mistake

♡ his second was getting so defensive over his volleyball team

♡ he was talking about their recent loss to karasuno high, and how they were all devastated since they had been training for ages

♡ yet instead of comforting him, you simply replied, “maybe you should do things besides volleyball, if you’re getting so worked up about it.”

♡ but all he heard was you being condescending (though that genuinely wasn’t your intention) and telling him to give up something he is passionate about because of one little defeat

♡ you tried to explain that you honestly meant no harm by your statement but atsumu argued that the damage had already been done, hence your apology meant nothing to him

♡ realising that atsumu was just being pissy and taking his frustration at the game out on you, you distanced yourself; walking a few paces in front of him and plugging in your earbuds to tune him out

♡ after marching behind you for a few more yards, atsumu eventually decided that he was finished 

♡ in one swift motion, he turned on his heels and stomped back his house, leaving you to walk the rest of the distance yourself; that was his third mistake

♡ however, after walking for about half a mile, he got a newsfeed notification on his phone titled, ‘four people reported missing in hyōgo prefecture, in the last week.’

♡ it only took one headline for all atsumu’s previous emotions to be swept away and replaced with one that left him motionless; guilt

♡ he continued walking back to his home, reasoning that you clearing didn’t want him near you — anyone could tell by the way you walked in front of him and ignored him— so he must’ve made the right choice to leave you, since it’s what you wanted, after all

♡ and it’s not like y’all broke up or anything, he still loves you and hopes you are safe and to prove that, he apologised and texted you first 

♡ ‘hey, i’m so sorry i was i bit of a jerk earlier.’

♡ followed by ‘text me once you’re home.’  

♡ no response, simply read at 21:45 

♡ that was a week ago, yet he still wholehearted believed that you were going to come back

♡ though, deep down he knew he was just feeding himself the same line over and over again, just so that he wouldn’t feel guilty, and so that the sight of a volleyball stopped making him feel so sick and distressed

OSAMU MIYA

♡ he’s never felt such a sea of emotions at once before

♡ on one hand, he was just happy to see you alive and well; isn’t that all a lover should want?

♡ however, he didn’t have the honour of calling himself your lover anymore

♡ you didn’t remember anything from before the crash, which initially brought him a small tinge of relief, since you wouldn’t blame him for what happened

♡ however, you didn’t remember him at all

♡ so when he knelt by your bed and started apologising profusely, all you did which raise a brow and turn to the nurse, quietly — yet not discreetly — asking who the guy by your bed was

♡ he felt his hear tear apart at such a simple inquiry 

♡ however, instead of explaining himself, he got up and left, “nobody.”

♡ wanting to get it all off of his chest, he told atsumu about what happened, as if he didn’t know that his brother had the biggest crush on you during your whole relationship with osamu 

♡ and of course, upon hearing the news, atsumu ‘snuck out’ later to go visit you in hospital and presumably try to win your heart 

♡ though, there was nothing ‘sneaky’ about the way he loudly fumbled around with the car keys, or the way he tended to slam the door behind him — atsumu knew exactly what his brother was trying to do and although it pained him to even think of losing you, he let his brother pursue you anyway 

♡ he tried to protect you once and it resulted in you losing your memory, so god knows what would happen if he tried again

♡ plus, you were no longer his to protect, or at least that is what he tried to convince himself

♡ after months of daily visits from atsumu —and none from osamu — you were somewhat starting to gain your memory back 

♡ atsumu just seemed so.. familiar, and that was the single best feeling when you are so isolated 

♡ though, there was something off about him that you couldn’t exactly put your finger on, but he reassured you that it was because ‘seeing you hurt changed him as a man’ so of course he’s different from the way you ‘remember’ him

♡ years passed, and you continued dating atsumu in blissful ignorance of the events that happened before the accident

♡ you feel deeper in love with the atsumu you thought you knew and were forced away from osamu (who chose to remain single, he claimed it was to focus on his studies but he truly couldn’t find a second soulmate)

♡ it was only at your own wedding day were you finally able to see osamu once more, though you didn’t really interact with him much..

♡ until he objected during your vows, then, it was pretty hard to ignore him, especially since he appeared sober yet was claiming that you are his one true love, and he regrets ever leaving you 

♡ needless to say, the rest of the wedding definitely did not go as planned

KIYOOMI SAKUSA 

♡ he loved you; and he wished he had showed it more, now that it’s too late

♡ “sakusa,” you cooed, resting your head on his shoulder and offering him a plate of apple slices you cut yourself, while browsing the shows on TV, “what shall we watch tonight?” you inquired, but mostly to yourself since dating sakusa nowadays was similar to dating a literal rock 

♡ no response, as per usual

♡ well, on the bright-side, that just meant you’d get to watch whatever you wanted, unless sakusa spoke up, which he most likely would not 

♡ scanning through all your options, you decided to select some teen romance, coming-of-age movie that you knew sakusa would most definitely not enjoy, hence forcing him to say thing 

♡ however, instead of him reacting in accordance to your plan, he simply got up and left without another word

♡ something about the sight of him with his back turned to you, headed out of your house and back home with even a goodbye cleared your fogged mind and left one fact undoubtedly clear; you didn’t want to be with him anymore 

♡ and although you didn’t want to make assumptions, you surmised that he felt the same way; it was almost a certainty considering how distant he acted 

♡ so of course you cut it off that same night; yet when you proposed the idea of breaking up, sakusa became surprisingly defensive

♡ it was as if all of a sudden he realised how shitty he had been acting this whole time, and how his actions had effected you 

♡ you both yelled over the phone for hours, though it was hardly an ‘argument’, more like sakusa apologising profusely and making — what you believed to be — false promises, while you explained that you had just had enough 

♡ it ended with him almost screaming ‘i love you’, but you hung up on him too soon 

♡ he would never admit it, but he cried himself to sleep that night

♡ there was a part of him saying that he was just being overdramatic and you were nothing more than another lover that will enter and exit his life with the wind, but four years later, he still found himself getting butterflies upon catching a glimpse of you in the stands at one of games 

♡ despite the fact you were cheering for opposite team 

KEIJI AKAASHI 

♡ you two were the perfect couple

♡ study dates, sliding notes to each other during class, midnight strolls, endless support, dancing in the rain; it was like you were both living in your very own slice-of-life romance movie

♡ however, as they say, all good things must come to an end

♡ but for akaashi, that ending came too quickly

♡ “you can do it, i know you can!” that must’ve been the tenth time you’ve said that today, it was like your own inspirational mantra, yet akaashi didn’t seem to be endeared by it 

♡ “no, (y/n).” he repeated with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he began to guide you to the door, “it’s a silly dream. i probably shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

♡ “it’s not silly!” you argued, throwing on your jacket as he made it increasingly clear that he didn’t want to continue this conversation, “it’s your dream! you can’t just keep complaining about school if you aren’t even going to try to pursue your passion.” 

♡ akaashi silently shook his head, “go.” it was harsh, but he could only deal with speaking about his work life for so long

♡ “you go.” you snapped, though knowing it wasn’t exactly the comeback of the century, but it summarised your feelings well enough, “i’ve honestly had enough of you. i hope--” 

♡ you cut yourself off at that; storming off before saying something you might regret 

♡ though furious, you really didn’t want things to end with him, you just hoped that maybe one day you’ll be able to have a civil conversation with him about what he wants to do in life 

♡ because he hides it well, but the more you got to know him, the more you noticed that he truly wasn’t happy in his studies, and you just wished he would do something about it or at the very least, let you help 

♡ and he knew this too; he knew it all too well yet still couldn’t bring himself to better his life, even once you were gone

♡ you were critically injured after the accident, and during your time in the hospital, you let akaashi see you once

♡ one visit was his chance to redeem himself, to apologise and help you both align your futures together 

♡ but all he could do was sit with you in radio silence

♡ thirty minutes passed and his mind was running on overdrive, yet he couldn’t think of anything to utter after ‘hello.’

♡ so he left 

♡ no apology, no redemption, to attempt, nothing.

♡ all he could say was that he left with a heavy heart, a heart filled with hope that one day he could return to you despite all the wrong he has done; though that seemed more unrealistic than his dream of playing profession volleyball

♡ he had truly lost his soulmate 

[bnhabadass]

Dabi likes to sleep in. Everyone knows this about him. He stays up and prowls at night like a feral beast then sleeps in until noon like the lazy worn out college student he really is. But for some reason, this morning was different. He woke up after being hit upside the head with a pillow that ended up on the ground, as he often rolls around in his sleep.

“Get up,” Toga barked.

“What do you want?” He rolled over and buried his face into the pillow.

“We’re going to the library.” Toga stalked out of his room, leaving him to get dressed in solitude.

Dabi wouldn’t normally take orders from anyone, but Toga often kept him in check. Freshman year she stopped him from getting into fist fights every day with some asshole living on their dormitory floor. Ever since then she’s made sure he’s passing his classes, staying out of trouble, and getting tested regularly for STDs. She doesn’t mind. If anything, he figures that she might fall apart without having that little piece of her life to take care of.

Dabi stretched out his limbs before getting up and putting on a t-shirt and jeans. He combed his messy hair between his fingers and slung on his jacket.

When he left his room, Toga shoved a mug of black coffee in his face. He took a sip and gagged. “Piss water coffee.”

Toga gave a snarky laugh. “Drink up, Dabi. We have a long day ahead of us.”

He rolled his eyes and forced down another swallow. “Great.”

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The library is one of the more crowded buildings on campus. It’s old and the crumbling foundation is one of the many health hazards the building has to offer. Still, it’s the only place on campus where one can sit down and actually focus on their work.

“What are we doing here again?” Dabi asked, spotting a table through the sea of students struggling to find the right books and studying for exams. He sat down at the table and gulped down the rest of his drink.

“I have a test in my early Japanese history class and I need you to quiz me.”

“And we couldn’t have done this at home?”

Toga giggled in a maniacal way. “You know I can’t study in that musty old house. I need to get out and get some fresh air.”

“Well you’re not gonna get that here that’s for sure.” Dabi tried taking another sip of coffee but was disappointed when he remembered he already finished it.

Shoving her flashcards in front of him, Toga sat on the other side of the table, twiddling her thumbs eagerly as she waited for him to read the first question. However, before he could even reach for the index cards, her excitable voice perked up. “Is that (Y/n)-chan?”

Dabi turned around and scouted the sea of students to find you sitting at a table with a few friends. Your laptop was open in front of you with a half written document open on the screen. You were laughing and smiling, and although he wouldn’t admit it, he was happy seeing you so cheerful.

The people around you had the same giddy look on their faces as they joked, but yours was the only one that really stood out.

“She’s so pretty,” Toga mused. “And that girl she’s with is pretty cute.”

Dabi didn’t say anything, just nodded at her remark.

“And so is that green haired guy she’s with.” Toga licked her lips as if she was looking at her next meal.

Dabi shifted his eyes to look at the boy she was referring to. “He looks like a dork.”

“Yeah well so does (Y/n),” she giggled. “But she’s a dork in the cutest way possible.”

Dabi’s eyes shifted back to look at you as you diligently typed away at your laptop, sometimes taking a break to sip from the disposable coffee cup next to your books. You must have gotten the drink from the cafe on campus this morning. That was good; you didn’t have to subject yourself to Toga’s wrong-doings.

He zeroed in on your lips and the way you would tug at flakes of the dry skin with your teeth. And your hands, cracked from the chilly wind outdoors, which lifted up to rub the heavy bags under your eyes.

“She isn’t like us, you know,” Toga said. Her legs kicked back and forth under the table as if she were a rambunctious child.

Dabi shot his piercing blue eyes in her direction, only for her to just smile wider. “How so?”

“Look at her. She does her work and doesn’t skip class. She even works two different jobs just to afford textbooks.” Toga’s eyes softened as she watched you drop your pen on the carpeted floor and lean down to pick it back up. “She’s motivated. She isn’t like us.”

Dabi thought back to every time he caught you coming home late at night. He assumed you were at a friend’s house smoking or something, but it dawned on him that those bags under your eyes weren’t from a weed hangover. That, and he never seemed to find you without a cup of coffee in your hand. How do you do it?

“Dabi?” Toga asked. “Dabi? Dabi!”

Her swinging foot made harsh contact with his shin. “Ow,” he grumbled under his breath. “The fuck was that for?”

“Read the card!”

He rolled his eyes and tapped the deck of flashcards onto the table again. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

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Fridays were your easy days, which was nice since it was so close to the weekend. If it weren’t for Uraraka and Midoriya asking you to work on your paper with them early in the morning, you’d be asleep.

You couldn’t help but yawn before downing the rest of your coffee. You never really liked studying with your friends because you always seemed to get distracted. You preferred sitting at your desk with headphones placed over your ears to drown out any noise coming from the house. That noise usually consisted of Spinner and Shigaraki gaming until four in the morning or Dabi bringing home someone in the middle of the night. Either way, it was all an unwanted distraction.

“Do you have work tonight, (Y/n)?” Uraraka asked. She slid her laptop into its protective sleeve and tucked it away in her backpack.

You nodded.

“Diner or phonathon?”

Working two part-time jobs was...well it was rough. While your job working on campus calling up alumni and begging them to donate to the school’s funds was humiliating, at least they respected your class schedule. Your boss at the diner was ruthless, sometimes scheduling you for twenty hour work weeks even though you asked him to only give you ten.

“Phonathon,” you said, packing up the last of your textbooks you were using. “It’s only a three hour shift so I should have some time to relax tonight for once.”

“You work so hard,” Midoriya sympathized. “You deserve more breaks than you get.”

You couldn’t help the little chuckle that left your lips. He had no idea how right he was.

“It’s whatever.” You shrugged your shoulders but the little side glance your friends gave to one another didn’t go unnoticed by you.

After bidding them adieu, you left the library to head to class. Only six more hours, you kept reminding yourself. Then I can rest.

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