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dinaaaaee · 2 years ago

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Firsts with him.

👾Leviathan x gender neutral MC!

👾Synopsis: Firsts with him, abit ooc - didn't follow alot of the dialogue with him and mc at first because It felt awkward ngl. Long sorry.

👾I went back to some lessons to get actual dialogue, I really like this concept so if you want me to do more characters, please request!

👾Warnings: Mentions of death threats - that's just dialogue from the first time MC was in the devildom

✰ When you first met him.

You recall meeting him like it was just yesterday.

Freshly new to the devildom, you and Mammon had just got partnered up. Despite, his complains against 'babysitting' a human, he was kind enough to warn you about other demons, and how you should run if you spot them coming to attack you, or well just die…

Kind enough you suppose.

Just as you were about to thank him, an intense and irritated voice came from behind and startled you both.

"How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon." The taller man, towered over him.

Mammon, quickly turning around: "D'ah…! Levi… you-...uh Listen up, human! This is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He's the third oldest of our three brothers."

Gazing up at the taller demon, he was becoming more and more attractive by the minute. Amber orange eyes that glowed with rage, indigo purple messy hair with side-swept bangs covering half of his eyes, plump, smooth lips that's clearly taken care of. Oh, and his height…his height.

"Mammon give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die."

"C'mon, man I said I'll give it back to you when I have time!" As they continued to bicker, you couldn't help but stare at the older demon Infront of you, sure the other demons you met were attractive, but you wasn't sure what made you more attracted to the Avatar of Envy then the others. Was it his anger? Was it because he kept glancing at you? You swear your heart skipped a beat when he did.

There was no denial, that there was a mutual attraction, even if you both didn’t want to admit it.

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✰ When you first made a pact with him/first apology.

He made a mistake.

Due to Levi's persistence in getting his money back, you ended up making a pact with Mammon. Despite of it all, he still did not get his money back.

What a shame.

A few weeks later, you were becoming more intrigued by that attic; something about that damn attic was luring you in. But of course, Lucifer wouldn't let you go in so easily, so you needed a distraction.

That's how you and Levi ended up in a TSL contest.

The icing on the cake was the very limited wing pendant Solomon gave to you, that Leviathan would kill to get.

But you had it. He didn't like that. How the hell do you have something so rare and you’ve only been in the devildom for a couple of days?! Jealousy, rage, welled up in him.

He wasn't thinking clearly, he saw green.

BANG!

You were now running away.

Leviathan couldn't face you, not after he embarrassed himself, But he had, has to apologize, only because Lucifer is nagging him. Working up the courage after a few days of going quiet, he messages and invites you to the music room, saying you could bring someone if your uncomfortable, but just meet him there.

Sighing, you walk over to the music room downstairs, and see the tall demon, impatiently walking around in a circle in a quicken pace.

"Finally, I've been waiting for you to show up!" Levi exclaimed. Surprised to see that you actually came, and without anyone? He took a step forwards to you, and looked behind you, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"You didn't bring anyone with you? No Mammon?" "No, I didn't." "Even, after...what happened?"

Sighing, you tell him despite being hurt by his actions, you understand that he is the Avatar of Envy and a Demon.

Are you an angel?

Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, he gets straight to the point. "Well we did agree, if you did win I would agree to be in a pact with you." He says fake smiling.

“We did.” you say, genuinely smiling.

Shaking the sinners hand, your now in a pact with.

"So what is it? A normie human like you, wanting a pact with a demon? there is obviously a ulterior motive here."

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✰When he calls you henry for the first time/holds your hand.

Lights, acting, action.

Whoever said that devils work harder were right, there was a few days left until the big day, until the student council members + mc performs a TSL play for RAD and Simeon was not going easy on them.

Now all you can hear is students cheerings overtaking the medival music playing in the background. You see blood roses been thrown onto the wide black stage, Levi in the middle of the stage calling for you, to come out with him. When you do join him, you didn’t expect him to take your hand in his. His hand feels unexpectedly soft, expectedly sweaty, but you don’t mind.

“Henry I can’t believe we did that! We just did that!” Levi excitedly says in the middle of bowing.

“Lord of the Shadows, we did just do that!!”

“EEKK! that was so nervewrecking but amazing at the same time. Henry, you especially were amazing out there, you portrayed him perfectly, just as how I imagined him to be.” Levi now is facing you, with sparkles in his eyes, his hand still intertwined with yours. You could see the passion, the admiration in his eyes, making you shy away.

“Oh… thank you. Hehe, you were just as awesome though! especially with the betrayal scene.”

He gives you a genuine toothy grin, and says “All because of you, my henry! You gave me the inspiration and a confidence boost to play my character, your my best friend, my henry in real life, lol!” And with that you both finished your credits, and walked off stage back to your changing rooms, the warmth still lingering on your hand, not forgetting his words and how he called you his henry, his best friend.

Is the room suddenly hot now?

————

✰When he gives you a gift for the first time.

Knock, Knock.

“Whats the password?”

“The second Lord-

“Oh, Mc! Come in, quick!”

Chuckling you open his door, finding him on sitting on the floor, with something behind his back.

“Someone is in a hurry today. So what was the emergency that you needed me for? That couldnt wait after I finished my hookberry tea?”

“Close your eyes, and put both of your hands out, don’t open your eyes until I say so.”

Hesitating, you slowly put your hands out.

“Pleeeaaase, henry? Don’t worry its nothing bad, lmao.”

“Fine.”

You did as what he said, and waited. You could feel that whatever he put on your hands was quite heavy.

“Okay, 3,2,1! Look.”

Opening your eyes and looking down, you see that it was a neon orange consoles, the controls were black, however the back had a little drawing of your favourite character from your favourites anime/show.

“Ta daaa! I got us matching consoles, now there is no excuse for not playing with me, and just sitting there. I remember you telling me about how much you love this character and I couldn’t help but watch the anime/show myself, It can also glow in the dark, check it out.” Levi pressed a button on his remote control and the lights go abit dim, you could see the consoles glowing.

“oh my god!! LEVI I LOVE THESE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” (imagine ken’s squeal) you exclaim with enthusiasm, tackling him into a hug and kissing his right cheek.

“I- uh- e - w-why w-would y-you “ Levi malfunctions.

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✰Confession that leads to a first kiss with him.

For a while now you’ve liked Leviathan, and not only in a friendly way but also in a romantic way. Everyone else but him, was aware of it. From the moment you met him, you knew there was attraction and he knew it too. But now, everytime he walked past, you had apparent hearts in your eyes making it hard to hide.

Knowing this cannot go on for long, you were planning on tell him, but little did you know he was going to beat you to it. Levi messaged you to meet him in his room afterschool, thats how you ended up sitting next to him on the floor watching him play with the strings of his white jacket.

“Uhm Levi?” you called out for him, breaking him from his thoughts.

“R-right, y-yeah.”

“You can do this Leviathan.” He hype whispers himself.

Levi shakily grabbing his controller and dragging the slider to a game, waiting for it to load, while you was peering over his shoulder, confused on what he needs.

“Uh…so. I-I made this f-for you.” He says while hiding he face, loading screen complete.

Looking at the screen you can see sentences: ‘Idk how to tell u in person, but I rlly ♡ u, not in a friend way btw’

…

Your heart was doing jumping jacks, you was grinning like an idiot, you forgot to speak, making Levi next to you, confused and nervous.

“M-Mc I-If you-“

Tackling him into a hug you thank him, and tell him that you really ♡ him aswell, he almost fainted.

“Levi, I’m so glad you told me that you like me, I was planning on telling you soon. I really like you aswell.”

Mc, you are going to be the death of him.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask shly.

“A-are you sure y-you want to k-kiss an yucky shut-in otaku like me?!” He was red as a tomato.

“I want to kiss you.”

…

Finally, he nods, closing his eyes and leaning in, you cup his face with both of your hands, leaning in, sitting on your knees, pressing your lips with his, it was a sweet chaste kiss but as soon as you both pulled away you were left wanting more. Wanting more of his cherry lip balm taste, wanting more of him.

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Bonus: different ver, after confessing:

“Mc, Why- Why w-would you want trash like me?”

“Levi your not trash, but if you are trash can I take you out? ;)”

“I a- wait…”

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years ago

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February Fifteenth

James x MC

It started with a note.

A week before Valentine’s Day James had found it, weirdly someone had managed to slip it into his own pocket. It was simple, just saying they liked his smile and other sweet things, and they had signed it as a secret admirer.

Then he found another one in his bag the next day.

And then another on the counter at the bar.

Then another.

Each one addressed to him, each one naming different things they admired about him, but each one signed the same.

He thought maybe it was a joke. His coworker, Anissa, seemed to find it funny every time she saw him stumble across one. After all Valentine’s Day had come and gone and he still didn’t know who it was.

But still, when he walked into work on the fifteenth, Anissa was grinning at him, “Find any new ones, lover boy?”

“Not today.” He answered with a sigh and a smile, he may not know who it was but it gave him something to talk to her about that wasn’t drunk patrons and drink orders. He tied his apron around his waist, hearing a crinkle in the pocket as his brow furrowed and he wondered if he grabbed the wrong one.

Another note.

Hearing a mocking gasp, he glanced back at Anissa, “Are you lying to me, Jimmy boy?”

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, “Yes. Clearly I psychically knew this was there.”

“What’s it say this time?”

James almost didn’t want to read it. Sure, the notes he’d been getting were cute, but nothing compared to the feeling he got of just sharing them with Anissa. He shared everything he could with her, even his stories- she was basically his beta reader. His closest friend, and he still only really saw her at work. Still, determined to kick away this one sided crush, he opened the note, ‘I’ll be waiting for you outside at close. If you don’t want to see me, just turn out the light in back. I’ll be gone before you leave.’ The light in the back. The one he routinely left on because otherwise he stumbled and tripped over everything on his way out.

“Ooooh,” Anissa cooed, “Secret admirer won’t be so secret anymore.”

“Maybe.” James answered, wondering if he really wanted a who. He had until three to decide, and a glance at the clock told him what he knew- it was only six. He had hours to come to a decision.

He was coming to no decision. There were just as many reasons to do it as there were reasons not to. Pros, it could be someone he might genuinely come to like, someone that understood him. Cons, was he ready to give up on what he felt for Anissa? Was he ready to try to move on when he still found his eyes searching out her smile?

Bruno had stopped in, getting the run down and encouraging him to just go for it.

Valentina had told him that only he could make the right decision.

Hazeem had listened intently before telling James that he should turn the light out, because if he didn’t think he could give himself to someone new it may not be fair.

But none of them were really helping. Val was the closest to right, it was a decision he needed to make himself.

And as he traded loosely veiled jokes about patrons with Anissa, he wondered if he knew what to do- if he could even figure out what his gut what telling him.

Closing came far too quickly for him, and he busied himself with making sure glasses were clean as Anissa swept the floor. When she finished, he expected to hear her usual goodbye, but what she said instead was “Hope to see you soon, Jameson!”

It wasn’t the nickname that was odd. She regularly called him by any variation of James she could think of. But she usually just said she’d see him next shift. Was he being too hopeful? Reading too much into it?

The deciding time came, he only needed to lock up on his way out. But he stood there, light switch to the back room under his hand as he debated flipping it off.

He was almost blinded by the streetlights when he walked outside, locking the door as he ducked his head to see, a faint voice behind him almost went unnoticed. But he knew that voice well. “You left it on.” Turning, James saw Anissa standing there, not looking anything the confident bartender he knew, no sign of the woman he once saw grab a biker by the ear when he tried to start a fight under her watch. She stood before him now, flushed in the face as a shy smile curled her lips.

“It was you?” James felt a wave of confusion mixing with a swarm of warmth and joy. “Why didn’t you just say something?”

Her fingers fidgeted with her bag, “How could I?” She asked, laughter in her voice, “You’re too smart. You know that, right? You could be the next- I don’t know, Mary Shelley? Samuel Clemenson? I don’t know a famous romance writer- but you do, and you’ll become the next one. And I’ll just be-“

“Fist fighting men way bigger than you because they think they have a right to do whatever they want and no one will stop them?” She stopped, staring up at him with wide eyes, James smiled at her, “You could change the world, ya know. Maybe just the way you’re doing it now. One person at a time. No one acts up again when they return because they know you won’t stand for it. Kelly hasn’t been bothered by drunken flirtations since you put your foot down. Lexi hasn’t been as snippy. Even Dylan has seemed to change. That’s not because of me.”

“S-stop.” She tried to glare, “You’re making me sound better than I am.”

“I’m really not,” he laughed, “Now how about I walk you back to your flat?”

“Not yet- shit- I was supposed to- I wanted to-“

“Do you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow?” James didn’t know where this confidence came from. Maybe just because he finally knew she felt the same.

She glared again, “I was supposed to ask.” He waited, watching as she gave him a small smile, “But yes.”

“Good.” He carefully took her hand, “For now it’s the middle of the night. Let’s get you home.” But then a thought occurred to him, “Why today, by the way? Why not yesterday?”

She made a face, “And be an even bigger cliché than the letters already made me? Hard pass. The fifteenth… that feels more like us.”

He couldn’t really argue with that.

Masterlist

#litg #litg season 4 #litg James #litg James x mc #coworkers to lovers #valentines day

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jadeee · 2 years ago

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Hi honey for the writer Ask if its still on 😅🎢✨⛔🙋🍆❌🎯🎨🤗💞🧠(Howie)🤩😬📚🤯💔🤭 please? -sarah

i love that you put practically every emoji, hahaha! tysm for spamming me with these asks

😅 what's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

the first thing that comes to mind would be "hot & bothered". the teasing scene at the table during the meeting is very bold. i can see teasing between nicky and mc but in front of others who don't know them all that well is questionable. close 2nd would prob be the find the cannoli scene in vendetta but i'm not even embarrassed. it just makes me laugh or smile every time.

🎢which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

it should be "vendetta" bc there's drama, violence, action, and romance but i automatically thought of "let's get out of here". i wrote that before "vendetta" and it was challenging bc i had to make sure the movements were described accurately since it was in a moving car.

✨give you and your writing a compliment. go on now. you know you deserve it. 😉

aww! well, when i reread my work i love the emotion it evokes. i feel tied to the characters and like i'm watching it unfold before my eyes.

⛔do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

yeahhhh ... so a few months ago i had an idea for a nanami story {lemme just say that i truly was done writing fanfiction except for "vendetta" which was, and is, still unfinished as a series. i wanted to focus on ocs and original plots but i got swept away by nanami kento and just had to write smthn about him. i had severe brain rot}

i was inspired by this post i saw of men on their knees in front of women/their lovers and thought of nanami on his knees for his s/o, wtv the reason may be. the premise was that he was late for a special dinner at a fancy restaurant that they made reservations for months ago. he got held up at work and was going to meet mc there, but then told them to go on without him anyway. so he ends up meeting mc at their shared home and they're livid, just ready to lay it on him. they don't get the chance to bc as soon as he sees them sitting in the loveseat in their living room he's apologizing like crazy. mc doesn't have the heart to go off so they just do some light teasing instead. i imagine it would've went smthn like

"i don't believe you."

"how can i prove it to you?"

"you can beg."

he took a deep breath and walked toward you. he placed his hands over yours which were on the armrest then sank down to his knees. then he rested his face in your lap and brought your hands to his cheeks, "is this better?"

🙋‍♀️ do any irl people know you write fanfic?

yes. i've told a handful of ppl and surprisingly it's become smthn a few of my coworkers and i bond over.

🍆do you write the spicy stuffs? if so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

i do, or at least i have. my most popular is a hc about nicky treating mc, if y'know what i mean {i know the policy changed with mature content on here so i'm treading very carefully lol}.

❌what's a trope you will never write?

i can't really think of one atm. the ones that i know of are --- OH WAIT i have one, so anything to do with age gaps and minors getting involved with older characters, like lolita-type stuff 🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️ idk if it's a trope but it won't be happening here.

🎯have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? care to share which?

i'm not sure i've ever had anyone guess what will happen in a story or chapter {i'm referring to "vendetta" here}.

🎨how do you feel about fan art of your stories?

oh i love it! i remember a couple people made something based off of vendetta and it really took me by surprise. i couldn't believe they were influenced to the point of creating smthn.

🤗 what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

do it for yourself and not for others. don't worry about who will and won't see it. just write, don't think too much about how or when bc it'll come together in the end, and enjoy it.

💞 who's your comfort character?

i don't have one rn but since this is focused on fanfiction, i would say nicky and nanami. nicky just feels so familiar at this point and with nanami, he's so relatable. from my pov, he wants a simple life. he doesn't wanna work at an office and he doesn't really wanna work as a sorcerer. if anything, cooking at home and going to get bread from the bakery is all he wants to do most days {and travel from time to time} and that's very relatable.

🧠pick a character (howie) and i'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

my favorite hc about howie is prob the boyfriend hc bc it's so wholesome. he'd really be the sweet and thoughtful boyfriend. the thought of mc being swallowed whole by his shirts and him wearing their shirt which is a smidge too tight 🥹

🤩who is your favorite character to write?

nicky! his personality really allows for this nice mix of playfulness and seriousness/melancholy. i admire his charm and wit as well. i loved writing the more hidden sides of his character too, like in "midnight" or "what are you hiding?" overall, he has this nice balance that gives me a lot of room to play with as a writer.

😬which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

definitely any of my nsfw works bc i'm reserved for the most part at work. it takes a while for me to open up completely so i think ppl would be like 'idk she was into that' or the complete opposite 'it makes since bc she's so quiet'. my friends wouldn't really care tbh, they'd prob make jokes or gimme ideas. my family?! 💀 i'd prob be doused in holy oil.

📚would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

yes! when i was younger i often thought it was a bad idea to pursue your passion as a career or major in college bc then you'd have deadlines and guidelines; and i saw that as a sorta crutch on my creative freedom as an artist but now i believe the complete opposite.

🤯what's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

i would say fantasy. in terms of fanfiction, i've mainly written romance with a bit of drama and some action. i've tried writing fantasy before and it requires a bit more artistry - there's world building, figuring out the land, if there are animals, what kinda powers characters have, how magic works, and sm more.

💔is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

if mc died before their wedding night. there's smthn about seeing a good-hearted person get what they deserve only to lose it in the end. i don't take joy in it, there's just some sort of unspeakable pain there where you can't look away.

🤭do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

#madebyjade bc it's like my signature in a way and it's smthn i made and stuffed bits and pieces of myself inside.

#ask games #jade has mail #ask jade #fictif nicky #jjk nanami #fictif howie #sarah anon 💌

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devilishpeaches · 2 years ago

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waterlogged

(context: there has been an idea batted around of mc killing friend after the kidnapping situation, I ran with it. This is the aftermath)

Vadia cursed as they stepped on the third seashell this week. As they picked it’s light shards up off the new apartment floor they consider for the hundredth time if they should tell their therapist. If they did so vadia would have to mention the puddles of lake water they find in their hallways and random rooms. Then when asked how vadia could possibly know the water’s origin, they’d have to mention how despite it being as shallow as a cup of water was a deep greyish green, almost black. A shade that brought up a set of eyes they’ve been trying to banish from their thoughts for months. Ones that vadia shouldn’t see again, can’t see again. Yet they persist.

Heading back to their chair and slouching into it Vadia rubbed their eyes, deep circles set a glow from their laptop. Sending a resume to the last contact they shut it with a tired sigh. Giving potential employers enough info for why they were let go from their previous job but not reveal every sordid detail about their months long disappearance was a tedious balancing act. They end up stating it was a serious domestic issue with an associate of the family that was private.

November 8th 1:15 pm

Taking a sweeping look around their cluttered apartment, vadia made a reluctant huff. Coming to and from the closet with mop and broom in hand they swept and picked up odds and ends. Filling up a bucket with cleaner a beat formed from her idle mind to occupy themselves. Lyrics to the somber guitar chord surfaced as vadia rolled up their sleaves. Back and forth, mop gliding along the wood to the tempo, mind drifting off enough for a few hushed words to slip through. As they hummed it drifted along the open area. Just as their voice rose a droning undertone made them pause. They were greeted with nothing but honking cars outside. Vadia shrugged and went back to mopping. the song, well and truly a earworm now, came back to them once again and after a while the droning did as well. Vadia stopped, clicking their tongue this time when the sound drifted out of earshot once again. Vadia grumbled about improper apartment renovations and mopped into another area, intent on ignoring it. the noise was blissfully quiet as they hit the other rooms.

“i look around but it’s you I can’t replace,

i feel so cold and I long for your embrace....

i keep crying baby, baby pl-”

“pl....

….ea..

...se....”

After righting all the furniture that got knocked over, vadia decided that was enough cleaning for the day. Refusing to acknowledge the harrowing speed at which they vacated to get some air.

January 25th 3:45 am

13 minutes. That's what the price of vadia’s sleep is now, their peace of mind. 13 minutes. To trudge into their car in the twilight hours, key to the ignition and take that dusty back road to a place that’s too familiar now for their comfort. Still shaking off the clawing vestiges of their most recent waterlogged vision. Shooting up out their bed, coughing for air to fill lungs they could’ve sworn were filled with cold lake and mud.

“you’re awful, you know that right? "They croaked at the body of water for another time. And, just like those other visits the wind picks up, a chuckle winding through silver vale. Conversation invited, vadia lets out a ragged breath and does just that, till dawn swallows the moon. The sun greets them curled up in their car in the field, asleep. Mind and waves finally at rest, for the moment.

March 7th

Vadia sputtered awake to cough a wad of duckweed into the toilet. Flushes it along with what is shaped like a hair clip. It's not of course.

March 30th 7:10 am

The lake was choppy today, excess rain from upstream dumped into the murky soup, frothing. Vadia watched it without really looking. Too tired to really make cohesive thoughts this morning. Each scattered tangent in their mind clamoring for attention, only to get pulled under by their churning frustration.

“im usually never up this early if I can help it, squirt” vadia tensed. turning wide eyes to see it’s their mother, they look all the more contrite. Almost as if caught doing something outlandish. The woman took in their stiff stance and relaxed her own. they gave her a searching gaze, only to sigh.

“trust me, if I could, my ass would be in bed right now.” they mumbled.

“been meaning to go fishing again”

“count me out,”vadia made a chuckle that was more tired exhale than amusement.

“really?" both an ask and probing rolled into one.

“this is as close as I'm getting for a long time”

“it’s like that?”

“it’s a lot of things, not sure how much, "They stared into the silver, blue, green before them. Vadia gave their mom a side glance, working their jaw. The older woman didn’t see the contemplation stark on the other’s face, only for it to morph into confusion. Still watching the scant sun dance on the waves, the mother continued to miss her adult child stare into the distance past her head at a figure yards away. Nor did she see their eyes pop out their sockets in horror when they could discern some features. A shirt of primary colors, a shock of blond hair.

“STAY AWAY FROM US!!” vaidia’s mom lurched in stunned shock as their kid snarled at an empty part of the field not to far from them. She had to physically restrain them as they tried to launch at that direction. She gained enough sense back to shush her grown child shouting threats and obscenities' at nothing. The ferocity dying down to incoherent tears of fatigue and stress.

May-July

That day with their mom opened the floodgates. Vadia didn’t know why but it did. Other's saw the water. Heard it drip, complained when they stepped in it but never him. Vadia was only allowed to see him. Whether their eyes where open or closed. Not that it mattered. While they didn’t drown in their sleep anymore, what they get instead might be worse. An underwater grave, one vadia’s never seen out right but knows who it belongs to. He's there. Mouth stretched over music they not so much hear but feel. Bubbles erupted from the gash they left on his neck, only cementing his current status of the discorporate. So close she can see the red roots finally poking through blond hair. Which isn’t possible. Which would take months.

#lil' drabbles #fanfic

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oyster-sauce-tart · 3 years ago

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lol is it possible to request the overblot guys (if possible) with a martial artist mc defeating them during their overblots with just one punch like saitama?

One Punch Yuu!

Me: I should work on those requests i got during March

This ask:

Me: yoU MAKE A COMPELLING ARGUMENT 👀👀👀

Magic battles? Nah, these emotionally damaged teenagers are getting a fist to a face!

These bitches are so rude! Someone’s gotta punch some sense into them!

Scenario: Overblot Boys getting the blot punched out of them

Reader: Gender Neutral, Martial Artist

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viler, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Content Warning(s): Overblot spoilers

Notes: since I don’t know the accurate plot of Jamil, Vil, Idia and Malleus’s Overblot I kept them vague

Also this MC/Yuu ended up being less martial artist and more like a “punch now think later” type of character haha

“QUEEN OF HEARTS” RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

the first overblot

the garden was in ripped up shambles down to its roots, everyone was running away with Crowley evacuating everyone, the only people who stood to fight were you, Grim, Ace, Deuce, Cater and Trey

Right now, everyone was getting to their limit. Grim was too tired to bring out flames, Cater was overexerting his clones, Trey was just barely hanging onto his Signature Spell

What to do.. what to do, at this rate soon it might be too late for Riddle

Unless…

“Hey Deuce.”

“H-huh what?”

“Throw me.”

“WHAT?”

“THROW ME LIKE YOU DID WITH ACE AT THE CHANDELIER”

“HUUUH-??”

He ended up throwing you

Everyone that was there watched as you got propelled towards Riddle and punched him squarely in the face

Ouch. That’s definitely gonna leave a mar- wait holy shit the ink blot monster is disappearing???

The first thing is Riddle notices when he gets out of the Backstory Sequence ™ is a bleeding nose

Actually it might be broken fuck what happened-

Then everything starts to come back to him

Right… he Overblotted… he can’t believe it…

And you… punched him out of it?

It’s a bit amazing to be honest, he thanks you for getting him out of what could’ve been a disaster

Then he lectures you for 5 hours about how you thought getting thrown to punch him was a good idea, what if you got hurt?!

“Don’t worry I got a black belt in martial arts back in my world it’s fine”

It’s really not.

“SCAR, KING OF BEASTS” LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

first off, how the fuck did you even survive???

He turns anything he touches into sand?? Are you seriously that strong???

Yes, you say, yes you are

Deuce did not want to throw you again so Jack did, swept up in the whole “saving Leona thing”

He apologizes profusely sometime after Leona comes to his senses

The first thoughts for Leona was “shit I overblotted??” Then “shit you punched me out of it???”

He’s pretty impressed by your strength tbh like seriously??

“I can turn everything to sand how did you even???”

“I have a black belt in martial arts!”

“… I don’t think that has any correlation…”

“I’m strong >:3”

“…”

“URSULA, THE SEA WITCH” AZUL ASHENGROTTO

At this point you’ve realized you punching the blot out of these guys is saving you a lot of time and effort for both you and the rest of your friends

So your first thought was “punch Azul” when you saw the overblot

but then you realized he’s like half cryinh so you’d kinda feel bad…

‘Kinda’ is the key word here

you punched him. Well… kinda?

You asked floyd to throw you and he went “!!!!” And immediately threw you over his shoulder and propel you towards Azul

The problem here that amidst Floyd’s excitement he didn’t aim correctly so instead of punching Azul, you just body slammed into him

You still snapped him out of it so 10/10!

The thing is both of you are equally disoriented thanks to the amount of force Floyd used to throw you

And he threw your head at Azul’s

Sooo

Infirmary Trip✨✨✨✨

Post-blot, Azul’s very much impressed by your bravery. Especially since you did this before in success

“Would you perhaps be interested in working at the Monstro Longue as a bouncer?”

“Azul!”

“Kidding!”

“JAFAR, SORCERER OF THE SANDS” JAMIL VIPER

when Jamil finally Overblotted you just cracked your knuckles and went “I’ve been waiting to do this since the first time he hypnotized me”

Floyd throws you (pt 2)

This time you didn’t even ask you just looked at him like “👀” and he immediately threw you

Azul sends Jamil his prayers

This time floyd actually does aim decently

Yes although you did bodyslam into him you immediately punched him before he could do anything

*fanfare* crisis averted!!

Okay so Jamil is slightly impressed after this whole ordeal

You’ve really shown how you can hold your own throughout the Scarabia arc

And this strength came from martial artist training???

Kudos to you, can you give him some pointers?

“QUEEN GRIMHILDE, THE FAIREST QUEEN” VIL SCHOENHEIT”

Rook held you back before you can get someone to throw you

“How can you punch such a beautiful face!!”

“ROOK LET ME PUNCH HIM”

Epel gives his blessing /hj

I don’t exactly know what happens here other than that they all go to the VDC and that Neige exists so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But anyways after he gets punched he yells at you for ruining his face

That’s

That’s all I got

As much as I like Vil I don’t know a whole lot

Sorry :(

“HADES, LORD OF UNDERWORLD” IDIA SHROUD

all I know about chapter 6 is that the Overblotted (and grim) got kidnapped by Idia or smth and Yuu went to save them with Epel and Rook who just wanted to give Vil his skincare stuff

I have no idea how he overblots or how y’all even got in but Leona throws you when Idia finally overblots

He did it w/o warning too

He wanted to see how prepared you are to punch someone

Also he wanted to throw you for revenge that punch you gave him ached for days

You punched Idia twice

Once to get him out of overblot and another for stealing Grim

You don’t just steal the child and get away with it smh

Everyone so far has either been impressed or has new found respect for you

Idia is just scared of you now

He thought you were just some kind of shounen anime character that punched before thinking

But then you got the smarts to get into STYX and THEN beat him like shounen protag??

New fear ™

“MALEFICENT THE THORN FAIRY” TSUNOTARO HORNTON MALLEUS DRACONIA

you

Punched

A DRAGON???

No one threw you this time

Everything was kinda flying in the air thanks to destruction and you ended up on one of them and fell off

Then you noticed you were falling towards Tsunotaro Malleus so you just prepared and then boom punched

You broke your arm thanks to the velocity and, you know, thinking punching a dragon was a good idea.

Dragons have scales you think you’re gonna be alright after that??

Lol nah

Malleus feels bad ofc

“I’m so sorry Child of Man… if only I was stronger than maybe I wouldn’t have hurt you so bad…”

“Oh no it’s okay! When humans’ bones break and then heal they start to become stronger than last time! Imagine how hard I’ll be able to punch ppl once this heals!”

Everyone facepalms

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years ago

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A New Kind of Family

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M, Multi

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Lucifer/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asmodeus/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Beelzebub/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Belphegor/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Original Child Character

Additional Tags: Poly!MC, Fluff, Babies, Breastfeeding, Cesarean Section, Implied Sexual Content, Tags Are Hard, Not Beta Read, Not really about the relationship but the family dynamics

Summary: You have a little kiddo. Who is the dad? Well, as far as the House of Lamentation is concerned: everyone.

A/N: This fic was originally written for day 5 of OBEYMEmber. The prompt was "kids".

Word Count: 1921

The tiny pattering of clumsy feet made their way down the halls, each one slightly more steady than the last. Wobbly legs hit the ground, threatening to send the little small child learning to walk tumbling down as they learned to balance themselves. Nearby, a handful of demons watched the tiny, fragile creature with an unbreaking gaze. As soon as there was a single misstep and the little thing went tumbling toward the ground, one of the demons swept in from the side and picked them up before they could fall.

"You're supposed to let them fall." One of the other demons comments, "What are you, an angel?"

"Whatcha talkin' about? Ya expect me to let them get hurt?"

"It's so they can learn to pick themselves back up." A different demon comes over to try and grab the child, who is met with resistance as the little one clings onto the one already holding them.

"See? They don't wanna go with ya because yer gonna let them hurt themselves." He cooed at the child in his arms, beaming that he was the current favorite, "Ya like Papa Mammon, doncha?"

"They like you because you're the only one dumb enough to understand them. They'll grow out of it." Satan sighed, watching the sight in front of him and wondering why human babies weren't born more intelligent so they could protect themselves from idiots like his brother.

"Yer just jealous." He pouts, returning all of his affection to the baby, who has started patting at his chest with their little hands.

The red-haired demon just stares at the scene in front of them, "I think they're hungry." Of course the avatar of gluttony would know when someone was hungry, but it didn't even take his powers to tell the child was trying to get milk from Mammon, who definitely was not able to give it to them.

"Lmao. They're just clinging to you because they want milk." Levi laughs at his brother's arrogance.

"We should take them to darling then." Asmo tries to reach for the child again, who once again clings to Mammon and refuses to move.

Mammon turned away, blocking the child with his arm, "Isn't she lying down right now? She's barely got any rest lately." And it would be best to let you relax, considering how often the child seemed to keep you up and running around. You had no real rest since the child was born, which was shockingly recently. None of you quite knew what to expect from a half-demon child, but it was definitely not this. By your standards, they were too developed for their newborn age, and the demons thought they were too fragile and squishy. Most demons could walk perfectly within a few days, but this child was struggling to balance. It was a nightmare on both ends, but you were all making it work somehow.

"She'll be angry if they start crying because we refused to feed them." Levi reminds him.

"We really should get that formula stuff so they can eat when she's sleeping." Satan ponders if they could get it from the human realm.

"We don't know if that stuff is good for them or not though." It was fine for human babies, but they were still figuring out if the child was closer to human or demon, and which food would give them the nutrients they needed. So far, your milk was the only thing they were sure of.

"FINE!" Mammon finally shouts, the small child looking up at him and beginning to tear up from the sudden loud noise, "Crap. No. Uhh...." He tries to rock the baby to keep them from bursting into tears.

Asmo finally gets hold of the baby and cradles them gently in his arms, "Shh. Don't be upset. Mammon is just an idiot. We'll find Mommy for you." His calm voice quickly relaxed the child again, who returned to just staring up at whoever was holding them and pressing at their chest.

"We should hurry." Beel was sympathetic to hunger and the need to eat. He could only imagine how much worse it was when you could only rely on one food source and couldn't go to it yourself. He hoped the child would get stronger soon so they could eat at their leisure.

The brothers all started walking toward your room, making sure not to upset the child anymore. When they got there, Beel was the one to knock, giving a gentle rasp on the wood. They had to wait a few seconds before the door opened, Lucifer in the frame staring at all of them. His eyes narrowed, daring any of them to say something stupid that would take him away from you right now.

"The baby is hungry," was all Beel had to say for Lucifer's eyes to soften.

"Are you certain?" He and Belphie had just managed to get you to sleep not too long ago. The thought of waking you up and depriving you of what little sleep you were allowed wasn't one he cared for.

Beel just looked at him and nodded.

The eldest brother shook his head and opened the door wider so they could come in. Beel stepped aside so that Asmo could go in first, the baby giggling the second they saw their mother sleeping calmly on the bed. You were holding Belphie's hand while he used his powers to help you relax as much as possible in the little bit of time you would get to sleep. At the sound of your child in the room, your eyes slowly blink open. The child tries to jump out of Asmo's grasp, reaching out for their mother to take them.

"Hey there, baby." You say, sleep masking any emotion in your voice, even as you smile and try to sit up. Lucifer puts his hand behind you and aids you in straightening yourself out, "Did your daddies take good care of you?" You motion them over and take the baby as soon as they are within reach.

Without a thought, you wiggle your hand out of Belphie's and lift your shirt up. You pull down one side of your bra and the child latches on immediately to you, suckling and feeding at their own pace.

"Sorry..." Levi apologizes on everyone's behalf for waking you up.

You shake your head, "This is normal for human babies. They eat a lot. We're just lucky they don't cry immediately whenever they want something." It was probably the demon blood that kept them from crying. A tiny demon cry was a good way to show they were weak and ready to be a snack for something much larger.

"You've barely gotten any sleep since the birth though," Satan adds on.

"It's okay. You guys are doing your best to give me a break, this is just a baby thing." Well, for human babies. How much this child is human and how much they are demon is still up for debate. You were still tired though. Your poor human body was still exhausted after the mess that was giving birth to a demon child. Even with all of the brothers there to help, it was difficult for you. The child had come out more developed than a human child would and you remember at some point you had to scream for them to just cut it out because they weren't coming out naturally. None of them had been happy with that decision, but they did it because it was the safest thing to do. Aside from their rate of physical development, they were similar enough to a human that it wasn't putting too much of a burden on you.

You look up at all of the brothers, tired eyes thanking them for everything they've done, "I'm grateful for you guys. It would be hard without you."

Mammon, of course, was the first one to reply, "O-of course. I'm their dad after all."

"We're all their dads." Satan corrects.

"Yeah. Stop trying to take all the credit." Levi joins in.

"After all, each of us was-"

"Baby in the room." You cut off Asmo before he can say what you know he wants to. He just pouts, knowing how upset you will get if he finishes what he wanted to say.

It was true though. None of them was quite sure who the father was. It was definitely one of them, but based on how often you and they slept together no one could narrow down who it likely was. Instead of arguing about it though, they had all decided to play father. Some of them were better at it than others, but you were more than happy to call each of them 'dad' to your child. Maybe when they got older it would be more clear who the father really was, but you almost hoped it wouldn't. They were all so happy to think they had a child with you, and there was no way they were letting you have another one after what happened this time.

As soon as the child stopped suckling, they nuzzled against you and close their eyes. You look down at them and smile, "Are you all done now?" You bend down and kiss them on the forehead. Someone takes the baby from you, but you don't know who because you can already feel sleep starting to overtake you again. Another one of the brothers helps you lie back down, where you slip your hand back into Belphie's. He squeezes softly to confirm you are still there, almost seeming like he hasn't been asleep the entire time. With a small chuckle, you close your eyes and drift off back to sleep. You are so exhausted. All you want is to sleep.

Lucifer watches you until he is certain you are completely under, then he looks at his brothers, "Do you all think you can handle the child while they nap or is that too much?" He has no patience for their incompetence if they cannot handle the child for a few hours to give you a much-needed break. If he has to take over for all of them instead of tending to you, he will be royally pissed.

There is a mix of frustration, embarrassment, and agitation from his brothers. Some thinking they are doing just fine as a parent, others having absolutely no clue, and some insulted that he thought they could somehow fix the child's hunger issues without coming here. It wasn't like any of them knew how to handle a demon child in the first place. They were angels when they were kids and Satan was born as an adult already. Completely different issue.

"We got this!" Mammon says a little too loudly, causing everyone to glare at him and remind him that the baby is finally asleep.

Disbelief covers Lucifer's face, unsure how to handle the fact that even the most immature of his brothers is now supposed to be a parent. Some of them could manage, others would take time, and he doubted the second born would ever really understand.

"Go and do not bother her again unless it is absolutely necessary." Lucifer orders and quickly shepards them out of the room, shutting the door behind them and locking it for good measure. They would just have to deal with any issue that arose on their own because he was not going to let them keep bothering you all day.

#obey me #obey me fluff #fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #mine #obey me main character #obey me mc #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic

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shroudcore · 3 years ago

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Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (Finale)

Summary: The ghosts may have left, but the wedding they officiated is not something to be easily forgotten. Will unsaid feelings remain hidden? Idia thinks so, after seeing you with your admirers.

Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

After that 3-star difficulty sidequest, it was finally time for the ghosts to leave. They were filing out through a shimmering silver portal to the Land of the Dead, which you joked about jumping into “for the meme”. Idia was quick to discourage it. The joke would’ve been funny at any other time than right now.

Each ghost made sure to give the newlyweds their congratulations. Each congratulation made Idia want to take off into the night, never to be seen again. It was beyond embarrassing. Unbearable. Way past his limit of social interaction capability. Things were getting way too much to handle for his now-empty Energy bar.

While Idia longed for the comfort and isolation of his dorm room, you were the one who thanked the well-wishers and said the goodbyes—from a safe distance, of course.

“When we return, I want you to meet our baby!” Eliza announced before she stepped into the portal. You and Idia shared a look. As if reading each other’s minds, you checked your schoolmates’ faces for their reactions—which did not disappoint. Different ways of saying “Don’t come back!” filled the hall, in varying degrees of anger and vulgarity. Before she disappeared for good, Eliza huffed and stuck her nose up in the air—an expression that tonight’s failed suitors knew all too well.

At her departure, the portal shrunk into a mere speck until it completely disappeared. Then came the loudest cheers of the night serving as Victory fanfare. It was all over! But before he went, Idia hoped to say goodbye and take a look at you in your suit one last time. Or maybe even ask you to hang out tomorrow, depending on his current Courage level.

While he silently rehearsed his thank-yous and good-byes, he wondered if you knew that you were still holding his hand. He decided not to mention it.

Unfortunately, his brief moment of (weak) celebration was cut short when he noticed that the now-mobile Groom Rejects were approaching. They might as well have red bars floating over their heads to warn him of danger. He froze, contemplating whether to:

> Bear it and stay with you just until he was prepared to say goodbye (+10 relationship points -20 comfort LV)

> Just run off on his own without saying anything, ignoring your calls. (-10 relationship points +10 comfort LV)

For now, he decided to stick with Option 1. Just a little bit longer.

“That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You laughed and met other high-fives, low-fives, fist bumps, and head pats that came your way with that lovely smile of yours.

Suddenly, Ace rips you away from him. Suddenly, you weren’t holding hands anymore. The loud first-year put his arm around you and Idia couldn’t help but notice how easy and natural it looked. Meanwhile, there he was: someone who needed to rehearse his goodbyes.

Clearly, there was a huge level difference here and Idia was the one disadvantaged.

“Our hero!” Ace yelled, inspiring more cheers. The distance between you and Idia grew as your wave of admirers and friends swept you farther and farther away. He was an outsider once again, stuck watching the fun from the sidelines. Their eyes sparkled. Their mouths smiled. Their loud voices laughed and praised you and laughed with you again.

They loved you. And Idia was no different.

Everyone’s Friend and the Weird Shut-in. Was there hope?

“Brother, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Ortho’s voice cut through his stream of thoughts. Immediately, he feels the weight on his shoulders lighten.

He watched as his brother, his beacon of hope, made his way around your fan club until he eventually reached his spot. Ortho wouldn’t care if he looked like a loser, standing there awkwardly at the side all alone. Finally, he was saved.

My savior! “Ortho! Thank you, thank you…”

“No injuries… tense muscles… an increase in cortisol production,” Ortho muttered, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“No…”

Ortho nods. “We’ll return to the dorm, then. But before that, we should thank the Prefect.”

“Oh… right.” Idia looked over to you, still surrounded by your “fans” like the SSR character you were. You listened to Azul, who prattled on and on about something that was oh-so-interesting that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. And Vil judged your suit’s design, reaching out to fix something near your neck. You cracked up at something Floyd said. You posed and smiled beside Cater as he took a selfie with you.

His mind raced as it continuously spotted the students on his list and everything they did. What was so interesting about Azul? What was so funny about Floyd? Did you like Vil’s hardworking, confident attitude? Did you think Cater had a way with words?

He looked away.

“Ortho, I’m going back to my room,” he said with a heavy heart, admitting Defeat. He was underleveled, had zero energy, and zero SP (social points). He’ll see you… some other time. After his cry-sesh, maybe.

“Huh? Don’t you want to talk to the Prefect first?”

“I’ll just… DM them later,” he lied. In truth, all he wanted was to drown himself in a video game while he gorged on candy and tried not to think about you. Ortho’s eyes narrowed, but followed him as he sneakily left the hall anyway.

You’d understand, right?

Once he and Ortho were out, he looked back at the hall doors, hating himself for being too shy and cowardly to make a move. He imagined charging back into the room, wedging himself in between your friends, grabbing your arm, and pulling you away. Then he’ll kabedon you and—

Who was he kidding? He can’t do that, and you probably wouldn’t like that.

“It was terrible, brother. Nobody wanted to help!” Ortho said, and Idia thinks he didn’t need to be reminded that nobody liked him.

“When the Prefect and I reached Diasomnia, we expected them to reject us too…” he mused. “But Malleus Draconia agreed to help us! Can you believe it?”

“Wait… Malleus-shi?”

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Yes… because the Prefect talked to him… and then he cast a charm on them to help us ward off those ghosts! It was really nice of him.”

“I see…” Idia knew that you and Malleus were friends. But to actually help you and him? Maybe your relationship with the Diasomnia dorm leader ran deeper than he thought. Why else would he go through that trouble?

“The Prefect volunteered without needing to be asked, you know,” said Ortho, who he now noticed was observing him carefully. Idia tried to ignore the way his brother’s eyes lingered on him as they walked (floated in Ortho’s case).

“...I’m so glad their plan worked!”

Wait, what?

“Volunteered? Their plan?” All this time, he thought you’d been forced to do this by the Headmaster! You did always rant about Crowley promising you different sorts of rewards if you did jobs here and there. But… you got yourself into this mess… all for him?

Idia looked at the hand you held just moments ago and dared not hope again. Maybe you would have done this for anyone else in his place. Maybe you treated everyone the same, and it just so happened that he was the one kidnapped by a ghost bride.

Still, he felt bad for not doing as Ortho said earlier. It was too late to turn back, however, as Idia and Ortho finally reached the Hall of Mirrors.

“Finally… I’m so tired,” said Idia, meaning it in all ways. But as he put one leg forward to enter the door to Ignihyde, he heard someone’s voice, along with the scuffle of shoes against the floor coming closer and closer to where he and Ortho stood.

“Idia, wait up!”

Oh no. It’s you. Enter now! Enter now!

But no matter what his head told him to do, he remained rooted to his spot. He stood still despite his pounding heart, that elevator-like feeling in his stomach, and the blaring alarms in his head.

Object of affection at 5m…

Ortho was probably seeing his vitals going haywire and giving him that look again. He turned to look at his brother… only to not find him there.

Help… oh no…

2m…

“Hey,” you gasped out, catching your breath. “When I turned around, you were gone…”

Yeah, same. Just like Ortho…

No one said a word for a while. The silence was only filled by your heavy breathing as it slowly evened. Inwardly facepalming at himself, he decided to take the chance to tell you everything he should’ve said before he left.

But before he could open his mouth and apologize for leaving, (gods know he had too many things to apologize for after tonight), he was taken into a warm embrace.

OHMYGODSOHMYGODSOHMYGODSOKAYLET’SCALMDOWN

“I thought I was too late.” you mumbled into his suit.

At that moment, without anyone else around, nothing else mattered but the safety of your arms. And damn, how good it felt to be embraced. Did anyone else get these hugs from you? Idia didn’t think so. He hesitantly lifted his arms up and hugged back.

Looking up at the domed castle ceiling, he wondered what he did to deserve something this good.

It’s okay. I can have this. He allows himself to melt into your arms, head drooping down to rest against your neck.

“G-good thing you weren’t,” he finally whispered back, freezing as he heard you sob against his chest. Oh no, oh no, what do you do when your love interest is crying? Quick, quick, pull up the archive of romantic scenes from your memory.

“Hey, hey, I-I’m okay, you see?” he said, patting your back awkwardly. You let go after releasing another sob to wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

“Sorry I got your suit wet,” you said softly, turning your face away. “I’m really, really sorry about what happened there too.”

��About what?”

“The whole wedding thing...” You took a quick look at him but immediately dropped your gaze to the ground.

Idia blushed. “I-It’s okay! D-don’t worry about it… I-”

Come on, say more! Ugh… I hate myself.

You pulled at our vest and slipped something out of it—an envelope. “I… wanted to tell you everything through a letter.”

Tell me what?

“But… Eliza came and took you before I could give it to you.” You avoided his eyes as your fingers tightened around the white envelope. Idia’s breath hitched, expecting you to crumple it. But to his relief, your fingers relaxed. Then, as if it took all your courage, you handed it to him with a slightly shaky hand.

“It's old-fashioned, I know but yeah... just read it!”

In the hall’s silence, he could hear your breaths quicken once again.

“Th-That’s all I came here for. Goodbye!”

Before he knew it, you were running off. Your arm waved frantically from a distance as every step carried you farther, farther away. He lifted his arm to wave back but you never saw it. You were gone and all he had left was the letter.

His curiosity made him impatient. With fast and purposeful steps, he sprinted on the way to his room. What did he feel? Excitement? Dread? An unpleasant mix of both? His room, feeling farther than usual, was the only safe place he could experience whatever it was.

After a lot of walking and almost slipping over someone’s spilled soda (he cursed the shoes those ghosts made him wear. His very own would never fail him like that), he found himself in front of the doors, which slid open, revealing Ortho already inside.

“You left me there!” Idia huffed.

“Couples need alone time, brother,” replied his brother, innocently blinking.

“Wh-wha… we’re not a couple!”

“Hmm? I could’ve sworn the signs were all there...”

A blushing Idia threw off the silly coat those ghosts made him wear and threw it over his desk chair. He sat on the bed, fingers racing to open the envelope. Ortho watched with great interest as two sheets of paper covered in your handwriting slipped out.

Unfolding the first page, Idia took a deep breath and began reading:

Hey Player 1!

Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight last night. Maybe you can show me your new manga tomorrow? I know how excited you are about it. I’m writing this while Grim’s asleep. He’ll never let me hear the end of it otherwise.

I figured that this would be the best way to communicate my thoughts and feelings. This way, you won’t feel pressured to respond immediately. You can open and read it whenever you’re ready, in the safety of your room. I know it’s old-fashioned. But to me, a handwritten letter feels more personal—like I’m giving you a piece of myself. So here’s that piece of myself. Please, handle it with care.

Beware. I’m about to get sentimental and mushy and cheesy and everything you cringe at! I hope you read on, anyway.

First of all, I want you to know how much I admire you. Right from before we were friends, I was impressed by your intelligence and knowledge with technology. I’ve seen nothing like it back home. I always wondered why you hide yourself and those talents away. My curiosity drove me to want to get to know you. I’m glad I did.

You were closed off. To you, I was just another normie. Do you remember? Your dismissal annoyed me, so I challenged you to a 1v1 match. I thought I was good, but you crushed me. I guess that’s where it started: our friendship… and something else. Soon, I found more and more reasons to admire you. Honestly, I find more with each passing day.

I should have known, right from when songs started to make me think of you, that I was falling. I started to see you as, well, more than a friend. Your quick mind, your expressive hair, your soothing voice, your precious grin… your voice when you talk about things you love, your love of cats, and your candy, and your cold hands… Okay, I think you get the point. But if you have time, I could go on forever.

There’s something different in your eyes when you truly care. You say you’re bad at being sentimental and feel-y, but that’s okay! We express love differently. I see your love pour out in the way you perfect every detail on Ortho’s modifications, anyway. I’m sure he knows how much you love him.

I want you to know how special you are to me. You’re so amazing, Idia. I wish you knew that. I want you to know that.

I know it’s hopeless. You’re the young master to a noble house. I’m just… me. A homeless, magicless foreigner with nothing to my name. Nothing to offer but my feelings (and my superb gaming skills of course). I’m not asking nor expecting to be your special someone. But hey, I can be a top-tier teammate. A worthwhile BG opponent. A movie buddy. And most importantly—a friend.

Our time together has always been a highlight of my difficult stay in NRC. The times we hung out in your room were my refuge from the outside world’s demands. Somewhere I was untouchable and safe from harm. Safe from demeaning remarks. Even if you never get back to this letter and decide you never want to see me again, I will always treasure the matches we played, the movies we watched, the candy we shared, and the memes we laughed over.

That’s all of it, really. Please don’t sleep too late. Watch your sugar intake. Listen to Ortho. Take care of yourself.

Oh, and enjoy your new manga.

Your best raid teammate,

Player 2

Wide amber yellow eyes glistened as they repeatedly flitted over the words. A shaky thumb caressed the smudged ink from where a fallen teardrop marked the paper. Burning different shades at once, fire-hair slowly released itself from the tie it was forced into. Now free, it swathed Idia’s back in warmth like it should.

“Th-This can’t be real!” he sputters as he waved your letter around like he was fanning a bonfire. In a way, he was.

However, Idia knew his hair wasn’t the only thing that kept him warm. He stared at the letter and it stared back. But no matter how many times he blinked, the words remained the same. You felt the same.

“What have I done to unlock this route?” Idia clutched the letter to his chest, but noticed he was wrinkling it. “Nooo!” He quickly smoothed it over again.

“They… they like-like me!” Saying it out loud made it more real. It was a fact! It was true all this time! Thinking of everything you did tonight: rescuing him like a true hero, running after him because you couldn’t keep your feelings secret for much longer… he couldn’t stop himself from swooning.

“Like-like… did you mean love?”

“L-love?” Idia exclaimed. He suddenly felt dizzy, so he fell back onto his bed and talked to the ceiling. “It’s too early for that word!”

But he knew the effect which that word had on him didn’t go unnoticed by Ortho. Well, at least he knew now that Idia wasn’t suffering from an illness. Can love be considered an illness? Idia recalls a documentary that said it was. Back then, he ate that up. Love made people do crazy things, after all.

But ‘illness’ wasn’t an apt word to describe this dizzying happiness surging through him, was it? It was way too wonderful for a word like that.

“I’m so glad the Prefect finally confessed!” Ortho bounced happily, reflecting his brother’s joy. “I knew they would do it soon!”

Mouth hanging open, Idia looked at his brother. “Wait… you knew?”

“I’ve known for a while,” Ortho giggled. “Vitals can’t keep secrets!”

***

Contrary to plan, Idia didn’t touch his video games, nor gorge on candy, nor cry himself to sleep. Instead, he replayed the night’s events in his head over and over like a song he couldn’t get enough of. It had been two hours and thirty-five minutes since he read your letter. Two hours and thirty-five minutes since his world was turned upside down. In his reflection on the dark screen of his off tablet, he almost looked different. He saw someone who was admired. Wanted. Loved.

Was that what you saw whenever you looked at him?

Ortho told him what the next move was: asking you out. He was scared. You might have changed his view of himself a bit, but that didn’t mean he was suddenly ready to go the distance and conquer the world, or whatever those overenthusiastic extroverts say. The night was still too much, and maybe he still needed those three weeks of being a complete hermit.

Okay. Maybe with your help, I'll get there little by little.

Perhaps you could watch a movie in his room... Would you be okay with that? You always hung out with him in there. But what if you wanted to do something outside? Eh, maybe it all didn’t matter, as long as you were together.

When he put on his headphones, he knew which song to choose right away. There was one forgotten song in his music library that he couldn’t bring himself to delete. A love song. It wasn’t a bad one, because Idia would never keep a bad song in his music library. It’s just that the lyrics were too happy—its singer so blissfully in love that it amplified the loneliness that had always been there.

Now playing: “Immortal Flowers” — SERPINA

This time, it’ll be different. Tonight, he puts it on repeat. He listens to it with a head for once clear of uncertainties. Instead, he thinks of fluffy otome scenarios.

That date idea would have to wait. For now, he’ll imagine and dream of you, with your warm smile and open arms—skin basking in the glow of blue fire light.

THE END.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

There you have it! Thank you for reading. I had fun writing this 4-part series. Would love to hear some feedback!

Btw, the title of the song Idia listens to at the end comes from “Conversations with Persephone” by Nikita Gill. “What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.”

#twst x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fic #my work

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frogecstacy · 4 years ago

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Hi! I really love your writing! My favorite is the one where the brothers don’t notice MC’s lipstick. Could I request you continue it with the newdateables (minus Luke) or just do Barb if that’s too much

OOf course lovely!!!

I’m so happy you liked it!

I’d be happy to do the new dateables (except Luke of course because I consider him my son)

For anyone who sees this first here are the brothers

https://frogecstacy.tumblr.com/post/645300851675709440/maam-may-i-please-request-mc-getting-a-new

Part 2 of the new dateables not noticing they are wearing MC’s new lipstick (except Luke)

Reader is gender neutral

Hope you like it

Diavolo

Your relationship with Diavolo had to be very appropriate and mature when addressing the public and attending meetings

Never really getting to fool around (if you know what I mean)

However while still dating a royal Diavolo always made sure he had time for you and that your relationship was fun

He had read somewhere in a human world magazine that keeping you partner happy and living life to the fullest was how a relationship lasted

He vowed to live by that. I kid you not if not for Barbatos this man would have pledged his life to make sure your every need was acquired

Diavolo had been very busy recently and you thought maybe this new lipstick you had bought would spark his attention

OH BOY WAS THIS MAN SMITTEN

He wanted you to paint a picture on his face

Your lips and the brush and the lipstick as the paint

Sadly you two were in a meeting regarding a new lunch menu, but the only thing this man had on his mine was eating your lips

His brain going BRRRRRR

You quickly picked up that his attention for this conversation was dropping quickly and was trying to end the conversation

As soon as the chef that runs the cafeteria left, Diavolo gave you no chance to say goodbye

His lips were on your quickly grabbing your cheeks so you could face him

“Now darling I must say this new lipstick of yours is quite tempting” Diavolo was smirking giving you a teasing tone

“Is it a crime to want my boyfriend’s attention” you loved giving him those innocent puppy dog eyes

“Why yes it is my dear, I’m afraid your punishment will be giving me more kisses”

How you loved Diavolo’s “punishments”

This led to a quick make out session but it was cut short as Barbatos called reminding Diavolo he had a meeting with elderly demons regarding some RAD students getting out of hand

“We’ll continue this later my love, I hope you’ll be reapplying the lipstick. It tastes amazing.”

As you looked over at Diavolo you saw the lipstick marks on his face and was going to tell him but he was already gone

You were a bit worried but thought that Barbatos would remind before he entered the meeting

You were wrong Diavolo had quickly ran into the meeting and was met with wide eyes

“I’m sorry I am late I had... ugh, some important matter to attend to” he had thought maybe they were mad that he was late but Barbatos had quickly pulled him aside for a private chat

“My Lord I believe you have MC’s lipstick all over your face” Barbatos was smirking

He could have stopped this but I mean who doesn’t love a bit of excitement

Diavolo looked at himself through his camera phone and turned bright red

He just walked in to a meeting with a bunch of elders lipstick smudged all over his face

I mean the man jinxed himself, he wanted you to paint a picture

He quickly than realised something, why be embarrassed, these geezers should know he’s in an active relationship and he doesn’t care for their opinion

He wiped off most of the marks but left one on his neck for them to know he enjoyed himself, reminding them they took him from his enjoying moment

He walked right back into that board room with his signature smile and laugh and continued with pure confidence

You later found out and was so embarrassed but that thought was quickly swept away and Diavolo said he wanted to wear your love all the time

Damn sorry I got carried away with Diavolo’s

Barbatos

They should seriously make a UR+ card of this man ASAP

Okay Barbatos is 24/7 butler so you don’t always get time with him

BUT... you had a plan to get his attention today

You had bought a new lipstick that you knew would be to Barbatos’s liking

You had went to the castle for tea but you just wanted to get Barbatos (Sorry Diavolo we kinda used you as pawn today)

You had come to the castle in a new outfit that made you look stunning

You already are stunning lovely this outfit just made you God’s competition. Simeon have to step up his game

Okay so you enter the castle giving a small kiss to your boyfriend and saying Hi to Diavolo

Barbatos quickly saw your new lipstick and outfit and man had to hide the small blush on his cheeks

I mean he could’ve known you were going to do this but he still would be blushing

Your chit chat with the two was small as you could Barbatos was watching the way your lips moved or the way you sipped on your cup of tea

He was not subtle in any way today

Wanting to feel your lips on his he reminded Diavolo of some work he had to complete

Barbatos insisted in guiding you to the door and for Diavolo to return to his studies

As Barbatos was leading you out he put his hand on your lower back and said “I see what you’re trying to do my dear. You want me to give you some attention”

Now at the door and facing him you said shyly “Is it working?”

“Mhm” as Barbatos hummed his answer he leaned into you and kissed your lips

But one kiss wouldn’t suffice, he need more

Now pining you against the wall he was holding you

Your kisses started to get more desperate and Barbatos was addicted to to your lips

You were kissing all over his face

His neck, his lips, his forehead, his cheeks, he was lost in the feeling

Being so lost in your loving lips he didn’t hear Diavolo walking down the hallway to ask a question

You both froze when Diavolo stopped talking and was staring at you two

Barbatos quickly pushed you outside and closed door

Was calm and neutral Barbatos embarrassed

He didn’t hear the end of it from Diavolo

However the prince was now reminded he assistant was in a loving relationship and need to give him more time off

Barbatos was trying to explain himself but Diavolo cut him off laughing and saying “Barbatos you should wash your face first before you explain yourself”

He left to wash his face confused but knew why when he saw himself in the mirror

He was tempted to walk out and enter a new timeline

But how could he leave you, he loved you more than any teasing Diavolo could give

Simeon

I could not find a good gif for him so I’ll have to get one of my own for future posts

Okay I know everyone thinks this man is Holy as hell but I think NOT!!!

I mean look at him, look at his angel outfit you can not tell this man isn’t a tease

If he asked I would give him all the kisses he wanted

Okay so you and Simeon were going to go on a nice date in the DevilDom and you decided to wear a new lipstick

I think sometimes this man just throws out all levels of holiness when it comes to your hotness

I mean who would be able to resist your beauty. No one bam!

You and Simeon were going to Ristorante Six for a well deserved date

You two had agreed to meet there, but Simeon had the wind knocked out of him when he saw you

He seriously had to have conversation with Micheal asking why you weren’t an angel

I mean your his angel though soooo

Okay so not only is your outfit jaw dropping he can’t get his eyes of your lips

While you two are eating dinner you remind him that his eyes should be up here, looking at your eyes

While dinner was nice all Simeon wanted to do was kiss you lushes lips

He watched you reapply the lipstick before leaving

He burned the brand name into his head and made sure he would but it again

When finally reaching the house of Lamentation he couldn’t leave without a kiss

So when he received a kiss from you he couldn't get enough

Your small kisses quickly became long and needy

Simeon had you pushed up against the door and was kissing you like there was no tomorrow

You both making sure no spot on your faces were unkissed, the moment had to come to an end as you could someone approaching the door

One last kiss and whisper of a goodbye before Simeon left to go back to Purgatory Hall

When he got home Luke screamed

Poor baby probably doesn’t even know how to make out with anyone

Soloman was smirking and suggested that Simeon go look in the mirror

When he saw himself and he blushed

He had to admit though he looked good wearing your lipstick

Solomon

Okay so this man loves getting handsy and intimate at random moments

Like you could be walking together at RAD and then he’ll just start kissing you and go into an empty classroom

He loves keeping the name of the sneaky and mysterious sorcerer

But behind his little act he just loves kissing you

So when he sees you wearing a new lipstick at RAD he pulls another one of his stunts

However maybe it kinda backfired on him

So you two are talking about a new spell you were working on

I mean the two most powerful sorcerer’s dating makes the most powerful power couple

While you’re talking about one ingredient you can’t seem to prepare right you find yourself suddenly pinned against a classroom door

His hands are at your hips and his lips are mere inches away

He’s looking at your lips and asks “Is this a new lipstick”

“Ugh, yeah it is. Do you like it?”

Solomon wasn’t usually this bold or so revealing in the halls

He responds with the gears in this already wanting to kiss you “I love it”

He already has his lips on you and he’s hoisted your legs around his waist

Opening the classroom door and closing it behind him, he places you on the desk turning your light kisses into a hard make out session

Your lips trailing everywhere from his lips to his neck to his forehead

After almost trying to see who could go without air for the longest you two heard the bell rings and quickly separated going to your different classes

Solomon had ran into Asmo and he got a handful of questions from him

Solomon was confused but than it him, he must be wearing MC’s lipstick all over his face

“Ahh, you and MC getting real bold at school Solomon” Asmo loved the tea on your relationship

Solomon’s pride didn’t falter and just said “We did an experiment and that was it”

He walked away smirking

What a sneaky bastard

#obey shall we date #om shall we date #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me simeon x mc #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #fluff

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bulletnotestudies · 3 years ago

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studyblr w/knives' Summer Reading Challenge: WHAT I'VE BEEN READING

i'll be updating this as i go, including some thoughts and a couple key words about what you can expect from the books, but i'll keep it spoiler-free, so you can read on in peace x (the summaries are under the cut)

historical fiction: The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue (M. Lee)

urban fantasy: The House in the Cerulean Sea (T.J. Klune)

published this year: One Last Stop (C. McQuiston)

friend rec: The Case for Jamie (B. Cavallaro)

on my TBR for forever: A Darker Shade of Magic (V.E. Schwab)

trans main character: Meet Cute Club (E. Lee)

academia setting: Ninth House (L. Bardugo)

by an author of color: Emergency Contact (M.H.K. Choi)

main character of color: Six of Crows (L. Bardugo)

fake dating: Take a Hint, Dani Brown (T. Hibbert)

one word title: Him (E. Kennedy, S. Bowen)

disabled character: Crooked Kingdom (L. Bardugo)

not romance-centered: This Is Going to Hurt (A. Kay)

mystery + secret identity: Ace of Spades (F. Àbíké-Íyímídé)

non fiction: Milk and Vine (E. Beck, A. Gasiewski)

number in the title: The Atlas Six (O. Blake)

1. historical fiction: The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue by M. Lee i read this bc my best friend got it, and i enjoyed it a lot more than she did, probably bc i went in with very low expectations; i don't usually like/read historical fiction, but i read this in a couple days and aside from the ending being quite abrupt (imo), it was a good read, especially for the summer! (it has: lgbtq+ characters, good sibling dynamics, adventure, witty banter, slight supernatural elements)

2. urban fantasy: The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune my goodness. where do i even begin? this book felt like a tight hug from someone you love. a warm cup of your fave tea and a soft blanket, rain pitter-pattering on the window. this story made me laugh out loud, the characters are so well-written and so so endearing. honestly, if you're in need of an emotional pick-me-up or just something comforting to treat yourself to, this is it. read it. (it has: found family, comfort, humor, such well-executed world building you're immersed instantly)

3. published this year: One Last Stop by C. McQuiston this story. i didn’t expect this in the slightest, but i can’t say i mind it; of course the romance and storytelling were lovely, it’s a CMQ book - but what really swept me off my feet were the side characters. i don’t think i’ve ever loved side characters as much as i do this bunch. these amazing, diverse, fully fleshed-out humans that really feel like you could bump into them on the Q. (it has: found family, humor, a cast of side characters like you’ve never seen before, lgbtq+ characters (so many!))

4. recced by a friend: The Case for Jamie by B. Cavallaro this is the 3rd book in the Charlotte Holmes series and i gotta say, there was a plot twist that had me sending my bestie all caps screaming double texts, but like,,,, 7 of them? anyways, a good summer read :) (it has: mystery, unreliable narration, good plot twists, a lovable main character and also a slightly annoying other mc lol)

5. on my tbr for over a year: A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab (reread) wasn’t this just lovely. i enjoyed this so much more than the first time i read it, it’s actually insane. just wow. why should u read this? parallel Londons where magic thrives, starves, or lies forgotten. a piratical antiheroine. a royal diplomat turned smuggler. a high-stakes mission. simply *chef’s kiss* if you’re looking for a brilliant, original fantasy, do yourself a favor and pick this up! (it has: incredible worldbuilding, lovable characters, vivid af storytelling, multiple dimensions and magic!)

6. trans mc: Meet Cute Diary by E. Lee i really wanted to love this. i really did. and even though this went in a diff direction than i’d expected, it was a pretty straight-forward story, without any shocking plot twists (which i enjoy a lot, so i kinda missed them), and tbh i didn’t get sucked into the story like i would’ve wanted. however. this book has such a diverse cast of characters, and has a non-binary character written by a non-binary author - i think the representation really is the main thing this book has going for it, even if the story itself isn’t the most ground-breaking. (it has: a mixed race trans main character, lgbtq+ rep, a wonderful sibling dynamic (my fave thing abt the book)) * please do check out trigger warnings for the book or dm me about it before reading

7. (dark) academia: Ninth House by L. Bardugo well.... ms bardugo’s done it again. i was a bit wary going in bc i absolutely adore her six of crows duology and this was the point where i’d find out if it was just the crows, or if i actually liked her writing. thankfully it was the latter. i do have a couple... hiccups? - issue is too strong of a word - about it, but overall i enjoyed this a lot. i just love how unique bardugo’s ideas are and how expertly she weaves them into a fully rounded story. now onto the painful wait for the sequel! (it has: mystery, plot twists (multiple, yeehaw!), a dark, grisly atmosphere, a captivating narrative, lots of mythology and academia references) * please do check out trigger warnings for the book or dm me about it before reading

8. author of color: Emergency Contact by M.H.K. Choi wow i did not like this one.. maybe it’s just that i’m so over stories where the mc is violently not like other girls and the whole romance is based on ppl fixing each other… i really don’t enjoy reading abt characters who just hate themselves or about hating on other women for no damn reason and calling out everything ’wrong’ with them.. def wouldn’t want to read this in my impressionable years, thinking these flaws were everything others notice about you.. also, like, zero chemistry between the mc and the love interest

9. main character of color: Six of Crows by L. Bardugo this remains to be one of my absolute faves ever. worldbuilding? amazing. character dynamics? chef’s kiss. the writing? atmosphere? plot twists? oscar. pulitzer. nobel prize.

10. fake dating: Take a Hint, Dani Brown (T. Hibbert) i think i went into this one with too high expectations... i’d seen ppl rave about this all over various social media and yeah the story was good, but i didn’t find it to be anything groundbreaking? i also gotta say i wasn’t the biggest fan of the main character. your typical romance novel, i’d say (it has: lgbtq+ main character, main characters of color, mental health rep)

11. one word title: Him (E. Kennedy, S. Bowen) okay okay i really just read this to get a bit of a short break from crooked kingdom.. my brain needed sth effortless that required zero cognitive function to read and this was lovely; fair warning tho, this book is about 87% smut, so if it’s not your thing i wouldn’t recommend this - otherwise, i read this in a day and it was a good quick, undemanding read (it has: hockey gays, miscommunication, childhood friends to lovers)

12. disabled character: Crooked Kingdom (L. Bardugo) i mean. you know what’s up already, this remains one of my fave books, cue the incoherent screaming amirite ladies (it has: everything u need in life, including lgbtq+ and disability rep)

13. not romance-centered: This Is Going to Hurt (A. Kay) can u believe i finally finished this? me neither. this one is perfect for fellow commuters, as it’s written in the form of very short diary entries; funny, heart-breaking, real. a wonderful read for anyone interested in medicine, or in the hidden inner mechanics of the nitty gritty of patient care. seriously, read this.

14. mystery + secret identity: Ace of Spades (F. Àbíké-Íyímídé) [review coming soon]

15. not romance-centered: Milk and Vine (E. Beck, A. Gasiewski) [review coming soon]

16. number in the title: The Atlas Six (O. Blake) [review coming soon] [but go read this book rn, it’s insane] [new fave]

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years ago

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Country Singing.

Thank you to @beccabarba for reading this for me.

Got this idea after watching Country Comfort.

Warnings: Smut

WC: 1474

Enjoy x

Everyone in the squad had heard about it, had seen the odd photo here and there and had also known that you had given it up when you made detective, but when you were asked by the band to stand in for one night for a big gig because their new lead singer was sick, you still being close to them all, you jumped at the opportunity and the squad all promised to be there to cheer you on. Nick had never heard you sing and he was excited to hear your voice. Your relationship had started to bloom, spending more time with each other in and out of work, and recently he had been feeling it out if he should ask you on a date or not.

They all meet outside the country themed bar, walked in and found their seats, Fin and Rafael getting the first round and made it back to the table just as the MC walked up onto the stage, standing in front of the blue curtain talking down the microphone about the band and their history with country music. You heard through the curtain the whole squad cheer and whistle for you when the MC said that you were standing in for tonight’s show.

The bar went dark, the curtain opened and your voice came over the microphone filling the room as a spotlight lighted up the stage and Nick’s jaw dropped to the floor hearing your voice and watching your hands move across the guitar strings,

“I've been cheated, been mistreated

When will I be loved

I've been put down, I've been pushed 'round

When will I be loved”

Nick couldn’t keep his eyes off you, much like the rest of the squad that couldn’t believe their eyes or ears. Nicks eye’s ran over your whole appearance, your hair in big lose curls, your red gloss lips, your black button down with sliver studs along the collar with big red roses and bull horn details with diamonds outlining them, down to the guitar in your hand with a strap around you, your thick belt with a sliver buckle on it, down do your dark blue tight fitting bellbottom jeans and your brown cowboy boots

“I've been made blue, I've been lied to

When will I be loved

When I find a new man that I want for mine

Always breaks my heart in two, it happens every time

I've been cheated, been mistreated

When will I be loved

Tell me when will I be loved”

The band took a 20 min break between sets and after you had a drink and fixed up your make up, you quickly ducked out to see them all. They all jumped off their chairs making a bee line for you, hugging you and singing your praises,

“Are you sure you want to be a detective? Your amazing” Rafael looked over at you with a smile.

“Who would have thought all that was in ya” Sonny patted your back.

“I’ am looking forward to the second set” Liv smiled wide.

“If I ever get married you’re playing at my wedding” Amanda squeezed your arm.

“I don’t like country music, but Y/N, that was great” Fin high fived you.

Your eyes finally set on Nick’s and he smiled at you making you melt,

“As amazing as it was, SVU needs you more” Nick winked and you giggled.

You kissed and hugged them all,

“I better get back, need to run over some cord changes. Thank you all again for coming.”

You were floating on a cloud after the show. By the end of it the whole room was up, dancing and singing along with the songs and your mind kept drifting back to how Nick watched you while he was dancing and gifting you a couple of winks at different times. You were sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in just your button down and your hair pinned back, when a knock on the door gave you a fright and then your tummy flipped over when you heard Nick saying it was him. You grabbed your jeans off the end of the couch and quickly put them back on as you walked to the door.

When you opened the door, your whole body filled with even more heat than it did at the bar, in his navy polo shirt, tight around his arms, his jeans just tight enough and he playing with fingers looking up at you,

“Hey, everything ok?”

Nick moved to lean on the door giving you a smoldering look and you let of a little chuckle at the look he was giving you,

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you” You bit your bottom lip and moved out of way, Nick standing up off the door and walked into your apartment. You closed and locked the door walking to follow him. You came and stood in front of Nick, a cheeky smile pulling to his face “You’re not going to listen to Barba and leave SVU to go back to the band, are you?”

“And if I did?” you purred taking a step closer to him.

Nick matched your step and stood over you slightly, his eyes intense on yours and he grabbed your chin gently tipping your head back,

“I would miss you. Your amazing on stage, but I- SVU needs you more and after seeing how well these” he grabbed your hand bringing it up to his lips kissing your fingers “play guitar, I would like to see what else they are good at”

Your eyes searched his and you surged forward, getting up on your tippy toes, your arms going around his neck and Nick's to your hips, he opened his mouth and you pushed your tongue in slightly, Nick following your lead deepening the kiss. Nick’s big hands went to the backs of your thighs, and in a swift move, without breaking the kiss, he picked you up and started to walk up your short hall to your bedroom.

It wasn’t long after Nick placed you on the bed that you were both completely undressed, he had rolled on protection and was siding into you nice and slow. You ran your hands over his back and once he bottomed out in you, he rested down on his elbows and kissed your lips sweetly as he started to roll his hips into you. Your legs wrapped around his middle and your hands went to his cheeks,

“Let me love you” Nick panted.

“As long as you let me love you back” you answered, trying not to moan through your words at Nick hitting your sweet spot.

Nick lent down kissing you deeply, your hands moving to settle on his lower back, your nails digging into him slightly. Nick rested onto one elbow, his other hand going down between you both, his hand sliding down your skin, pushing between your bodies and finding your swollen pearl, rubbing over it in time with his hips. Nick broke kiss, his forehead landing on yours. Your hot breaths in each other’s faces,

“Oh Nick” your moan filled the room and your legs tightened around him; your body been thrown into complete bliss as you came around Nick.

Nick peaked your lips and moved to rest up on his hands, looking down at you when he picked up his hips and started to thrust into you fast, your hands running down over his chest. His eyes were glued with yours till he let a loud grunt and your name through clenched teeth and he stilled coming deep in you. You both stayed like that for a moment before he kissed you deeply, and quickly jumped off of bed leaving the room, picking up his boxers on the way.

You sat up and reached for your panties and button down off the floor putting them back on and sitting back on the bed, when Nick walked back in with your glass of wine and a glass of water for himself. Heat swept through you again seeing him walking towards you in just his boxers and your cheeks blushed when he handed you the wine glass and sat next to you resting his hand on your leg,

“Will you sing for me too?” Nick looked out of the corner of his eyes at you with a small smile.

“If you ask nicely” you lent over and kissed his cheek and he laughed back.

“You don’t ever need to wonder when you’re going to be loved, your with me now and I’ am half away there.”

“After tonight, only half way, Nick?” you raised an eye brow at him and he laughed again.

“Don’t worry baby, won’t take long to get the rest of the way”

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curiousconch · 3 years ago

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Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 4)

Part 4: The truth will never lie to me

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Trapped in a conference, Gabe and Alex bask in the afterglow of their interrupted moment by the lake. But before Alex can fully comprehend how she felt, she unravels a truth that may cease the chase altogether.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.8k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language, implied sexual content. Reader discretion advised.

Author's Notes: Surprise! Yep, it's an early release! I made revisions to fit the ongoing narrative and ended up breaking it down into two parts. Also, this series may span longer than I originally intended it to be, not wanting to rush things. It will probably extend until Part 7, depending on what happens at the finale. I do hope you'll still stick around. If not, I'll totally understand. 😉

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Late night, Boston

Shoe laces, cool wind and the darkness of the forest enveloping them. His breath shuddering with how close her lips was. His throat running dry.

Wanting, longing.

Just a little taste to find out how intoxicatingly delicious those cherry lips would be in his mouth and to feel the heat of her body against his.

And then a splash.

Gabe blinked as he felt ice cold liquid pouring over his crisp white shirt. He wasn't sure if he was having déjà vu.

"Oh, sorry mate," a man standing nearby had bumped into him, making the glass of scotch he was drinking shake and spill into his impeccable suit. He forced down the tasteless curse words forming in his mouth, groaning in frustration at the dissipating sensations from what he had been imagining.

His mind was stuck in an endless loop, replaying the romantic encounter with Alex just the night before. But very much like after Beau's dive into the lake, his consciousness whipped achingly back to reality.

Gabe was leaning on the mobile bar, set in the middle of the conference reception. Did he just lose himself in a daydream like a fool? He wondered, murmuring through his madness.

The time alone with her provided him a glimpse of what could be between them. And oh how euphoric it had been to have her so near, to watch his body respond to her like no other.

It left him just craving for more.

He was lying to himself if he continued to deny that he has feelings for Alex, and how deep he was already in for her. But he knew it wasn't meant to be, at least until after he admits the truth. Until then, he had to pull away.

Easier said than done.

For now, he settled for a view of her, his eyes scoured the room for the subject of his fancy. When he found her, Gabe couldn't stop his smile and the fluttering of his heart, or the warmth growing between his legs.

There she was, in the far side of the room, shining brighter than any star that they had seen in the night sky. Her audience completely captivated as he was with her.

The sight of her in that blue dress swept Gabe back into his fantasies, and how infuriatingly near he was to giving into them. He had to clench his fist around his tumbler, suppressing any trace of his earlier wild thoughts.

Apparently sensing the weight of his gaze, Alex turned to him, their eyes meeting in silent conversation. He watched as she excused herself before making her way towards where he sat.

Half-smiling, Alex's confident expression as she approached him made him swallow hard.

Gabe summoned all his willpower to rein himself in as she got closer. He plastered his usual cocky smile, once again putting up a wall of professionalism. They were in a conference, he reasoned.

"Still watching your wards, old man?" Alex chuckled as she reached a seat beside him.

"Working the room like a pro like that? Very hard to ignore," Gabe interjected, shaking his head. "Had to say Alex, I'm impressed."

"Glad you noticed," she smiled, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Frankly, you charming the top tier lawyers were hard to miss," he said, with lips quirking into a grin.

"Were you watching the whole time?" she asked.

"Difficult not to, seeing how you're the best-dressed lawyer in the room," he continued, savoring the easy conversation.

She scoffed before turning around, grabbing a napkin from a bartender. Alex offered it to him, pointing at the light stain on his clothes.

He finally muttered a curse, realizing he had been too distracted not to notice the result of the spillage from his own drink. This was one of my best suits.

Gabe almost jumped when Alex started to wipe the front of his suit.

His eyes narrowed, unable to process what was happening. On impulse, he reached out to her, encircling his palms around her wrist. Alex snapped her head up at the touch, the intensity of her gaze enchanting him.

It took all of his strength to break free from it. He cleared his throat and looked away, before grabbing the napkin from her grasp without warning.

It had always been like this. At first, there was this fluidity, a natural attraction between them while they interacted. Then another goddamn minute passes and it all becomes downright complicated.

Gabe wasn't having it.

He briefly shut his eyes closed and released the breath he was holding. When he opened them, he focused his attention on wiping the stain from his jacket, avoiding Alex's questioning gaze. He decided to divert the conversation, robbing her of any opportunity to re-capture him in a trance.

"Don't worry, I don't judge potential partners solely on congeniality. Though I can't speak for Sadie." He then turned and discarded the cloth on the bar. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to speak to a friend who I'm sure will be thrilled to know I'm now a partner."

He finally dared to look at Alex with almost apologetic eyes, before swiftly walking away towards a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Alex was left gaping at his hasty departure, uncertain how it all went south so quickly. She wanted to grab his arm and pull him to her so badly, to pick things up from where they left off last night. From that moment when his lips was inches away from taking hers, before they were interrupted.

Her body ached to be near him. Then again, that's not how she usually operates, so she let him be.

She had never thought her idol was such a tease. Or perhaps, traditional? Alex snickered. Oh how I'll make you beg, Gabriel Ricci. She exhaled, the sultry thought of the man on his knees in front of her suddenly hiking up the temperature in the room. Alex had to fan herself to cool down.

Along with the idea of finally spending some alone time together, conjuring the image of waking up beside Gabe excited her. Well, if ever this chase between them actually culminates to something.

But why was she following this trail of thought? In all her conquests, she had never stayed for what came after. She had that with Julian, and look how that ended. For her, it was always just for the fun. So why does she suddenly liked the notion with Gabe? She shuddered. Ugh, weird.

Maybe it's because it's taking the long game with him? Alex didn't want to know.

Leaving that for now, she resorted to ordering another shot of patron to drown the remnants of her heated thoughts. On her third glass, Alex heard a familiar voice ordering a shot of bourbon. She swiveled towards it and caught sight of Lina Reyes, the opposing lawyer from the Willow case.

"Fancy meeting you here," Alex smiled lazily, remembering how temptingly attractive she was. She also recalled the offer of a hook-up, which she politely declined out of courtesy.

But now, seems like she's getting another chance. And with Gabe being annoyingly hard to get, Alex had to have fun somewhere else. It's not like she and Gabe was committed, right?

Lina scooted closer to her, smelling of a heady mix of alcohol. "Speaking of fancy, damn. You look more incredible than I can remember, Alex," she teased, provocatively arching her brows at her.

Alex quickly picked up Lina's attempt to flirt, stoking her bruised ego. "Gotta be dressed to impress, right?" she waved her fingers as if in curtsy. "Enjoying the conference?"

"At this point, things tend to devolve quickly. But I do plan to have a nightcap back in my room," Lina smirked, Alex feeling the heel of velvet pumps brushing along her bare leg. "Maybe you could join me?"

The woman wasn't exactly subtle, though Alex had to give props to her for her confidence. She liked that in anyone. So Alex returned the gesture, letting her fingers hover an inch over her arm while batting her eyelashes. Two can play that game.

"I think we should stay here."

Wait, what? Did she just say no? Subconsciously? Did hell just freeze over? Or did her brain left her head?

Both women blinked, unable to determine who's more mortified between them. They were both quiet, until Lina broke the awkwardness by a chuckle.

"Had to try, didn't expect I'd be turned down twice," she said consuming the rest of her drink in one gulp. "Worth it though." she shrugged, ordering another round for herself.

Alex struggled to compose herself, brows furrowed in confusion by how that went down.

"Oh don't be so bothered, you're not my first rodeo." Lina poked at her jokingly, clearing up the air. Alex thanked her, and the conversation went smoothly from there.

Several more drinks in, the two women chatted on, venturing into a variety of topics in law and in love. It didn't take long before Lina started to slur in her words, to which Alex found amusing.

"Looks like someone didn't pace herself," she observed as she sipped her cocktail.

"Ah don't mind me, had to cleanse my palate after all the boring sessions earlier," Lina toasted her glass on hers, wobbling as she shifted to face her. "We are a rare breed, us fighters," she leaned towards Alex, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We like-minded women should just stick together, you know?"

Alex was relieved she turned her down the second time. Barely listening to her, she started to drift off as Lina continued rambling on, turning around to face the crowds as her eyes tried to locate that handsome man. Alex smirked when she found Gabe's sexy outline.

"Lot of ungrateful dipshits being freed from prison, even after we work our asses off proving they deserved an earlier release. Khan, Kozlowski, those celebrities involved with the Ivy League admission scandal? Hell, even small town criminal Cornell was released in the last five years alone!"

And with that last statement, Alex froze. "Say that again?"

Confused, Lina stuttered as if she can't remember what she was saying. To Alex's annoyance, she went silent, apparent that more humiliation was on the way. Lina abruptly stood, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprinted to the bathroom. Alex let her pass.

Assured that she'll be fine with her colleagues flanking her, Alex started to obsess over Lina's last sentence.

Was that just the patron? Or am I getting too drunk and starting to hear things? She asked herself, bewildered at how randomly Lina mentioned a Cornell.

With an exasperated sigh, she decided it wouldn't hurt to check. She pulled out her phone from her purse and fired up a search engine, where she typed in the godforsaken name. Alex tapped enter.

As soon as the results loaded, she felt the world crumble beneath her.

No, no, no, no, no. This fucking didn't happen.

She clicked on one of the articles from a local news outlet. The picture beneath the headline shoving her nightmares front and center. There it was, the title written in bold stated loud and clear: Cornell Son Gets Early Release.

Alex bit her lip as she fought to gather herself together, speed reading through the article. This was definitely a surprise, but what really got her reeling was the figure of a man walking behind Maximilian. She'd pick up who that was from anywhere within a mile radius.

Alex tried to keep herself rational, but the shock rippled through her, enough to shake off the alcohol in her system. And why did her stomach churned like she was punched in the gut a hundred times over? Why did she felt fucking betrayed?

Unexpectedly, she knew it wasn't discovering Cornell was now walking freely in the streets.

Deep down, Alex was aware it was because Gabe Ricci was involved. Either way, it looks like her high and mighty boss has some explaining to do.

Her blood boiled, a myriad of questions went through her mind. Resolute, she wanted those damn questions answered. Tonight.

She downed her drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, sending a text to draw Gabe's attention.

She looked over where he stood, watching the frown in his face as he read her message. She clicked her head, beckoning him outside.

Even he can't fathom the fire storm that was about to come his way.

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heyyyharry · 3 years ago

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Deep End - Chapter 12: Dirty Dreams

…in which Harry and Ezi kiss again…and again…and again… (THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT)

Word count: 4.6k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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Harry didn’t understand dreams. How did dreams even work? Because sometimes he would see someone he hadn’t seen in years in his dreams, even though he had completely forgotten about the person’s existence up to that point. Then there were these super violent and bloody dreams that woke him in the middle of the night in cold sweats. Then, there were some other more inappropriate dreams that made him so disappointed when the alarm rang.

Listen, Harry wasn’t a pervert. He didn’t think about sex 24/7; well, not usually. But lately, he’d been having dirty dreams more often than he would enjoy. He would wake up with his dick rock hard and end up late for work because he had to stroke one out in the shower. And he blamed it on…

“Ezi! Where are your pants? And why are you wearing my shirt?”

Ezi stopped in the kitchen doorway with a bowl of ice cream in one hand, the other holding a spoon in her mouth. “This is my new ‘at home’ look,” she said, while leaning against the door in nothing but his button-up shirt that fell just past her bum. As if the sight wasn’t torturing enough, she had to be licking ice cream from the fucking spoon. It was eight in the fucking morning! And Harry would not go back to the bathroom to wank again.

“But where are your shirts? Why don’t you wear them?” he asked and slipped past her into the kitchen. He would make himself a cup of coffee so he wouldn’t have to watch her being effortlessly sexy in the kitchen doorway.

“They said on the internet that you should borrow your boyfriend’s shirt, and you’re my fake boyfriend.”

“Fair enough,” Harry chuckled.

She gave him a shy smile and left without saying another word. That was the longest conversation they’d had since that night she went out on a date with Dawson. Ezi was always a little bit weird. Okay, well, very weird. But her weirdness had been different lately, in a bad way. She was still doing weird things, but keeping a distance from him.

Harry knew he couldn’t really complain, since he’d specifically told her to her face that he preferred it when it was just him and the cat. Having his own space had been nice for a day or two, then he’d started missing how annoying she’d been. And of course, he blamed this all on Dawson.

Harry had been second to Dawson his whole life. Ever since he’d been a kid and found out that he’d had a cousin, Dawson had been nothing but a burden for Harry. Harry was the only child, but to his parents, Dawson had been their favourite son. His father used to love sports, but Harry had never been a fan of those. Dawson, on the other hand, had been the captain of the school’s football team and was excellent at marathons as well. So if Harry’s father was still alive, Dawson would be the one making him proud by taking over the family business Harry didn’t want.

Now, just as Harry had finally gained his own spotlight as a singer, becoming great at something Dawson wasn’t good at, Dawson swept in and stole Ezi.

Harry had spent a lot of time wondering why it had mattered so much to him that Ezi had gone on one date with his cousin. He didn’t even like her like that, and the house was always peaceful without her, which he enjoyed very much. But why did the idea of her becoming something with Dawson bother him so much? He hadn’t been sleeping well for the last couple of days. Not to mention that Ezi had started keeping distance from him. Well, he’d done it first because of the kiss, but it was weird when she did it because she had always been so fucking clingy. And he’d hated that. Until now!

Ding dong!

“What do you want?” Harry asked in the least annoyed tone he could pull off, while fighting the urge to slam the door in Dawson’s good-looking face.

“Is Ezi home?” Dawson asked.

“Ezi? You mean Ezili? Because I’m the only one who calls her Ezi.”

“Y-Yeah, Ezili,” Dawson said with an awkward smile. This guy was a tool. What did Ezi see in him?

“No, she’s at work,” Harry said, and quickly added, “but don’t think about going there. They’re having a book club meeting; she’d be mad if you showed up and distracted her.”

That was a lie. Harry didn’t even know if people actually hosted book club meetings at random book shops, but did it matter? If he was going to be petty, he must go all the way.

“What do you wanna meet her for?” he asked before Dawson could leave. He didn’t want to have a long conversation with Dawson about Ezi, but it was the only way to learn more about their date. “Did you do something that you wanna apologise for?”

“No. Of course not,” Dawson chuckled and adjusted his glasses. “She bought some books and forgot them in my car.”

“I could give them to her when she gets back from work,” Harry said.

Dawson looked hesitant. “Well, she told me not to give them to you.”

“Oh.” Harry kept a straight face, but he was very offended that she’d made that request. Did she really hate him so much for what he’d said that night?

“So,” he ventured, averting his eyes. “Guess the date went well?”

“I suppose,” Dawson said.

Harry had hoped for a different response. This one didn’t really hurt him but it didn’t make him happy, either. He cleared his throat and straightened his back. “So are you looking forward to the second date?”

“I don’t think there’s gonna be one,” Dawson said, to Harry’s surprise. “I don’t think she likes me like that?”

Okay, this was the response Harry had been waiting for. He tried to suppress a grin as he patted his cousin’s shoulder sympathetically, while he was far from sympathetic. “Oh, don’t be so pessimistic. I know she’s a bit out of your league, but dare to dream a little.”

“Very funny,” Dawson snorted and brushed off Harry’s hand. “But I think she has a crush on you.”

“Really? I mean, no!” Harry faked a laugh, crossing his arm and leaning against the door in an unnatural pose. “No way.” Now he sounded like a commercial guy who had never attended a single acting class. “She doesn’t...she doesn’t have a crush on me,” he stuttered. “W-Why do you think so?”

Dawson pressed his lips into an understanding smile that made Harry’s face grow red. “All she talked about for the entire night was you.”

Harry thought Dawson was just teasing him at first. Then he remembered that this was Dawson, not him. So it was true. Ezi had talked about him for the whole night when she was with Dawson.

“What did she say?” Harry asked, trying to seem more curious than excited.

“She told me you were a good cook, and then complained about your bad habits. Then it was all ‘Harry said that’ and ‘Harry said this’. It seemed like she was really into you.”

“Oh, wow.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Harry shrugged, trying to act cool and all that. “I’m just surprised. I thought she hated me.”

“I mean, she can still hate you if she has a crush on you,” said Dawson. “Also, why is she staying with you? Where’s her family?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably. “Why didn’t you ask her?”

“She kept mentioning her mother but nothing more than that, and she’d just change the subject whenever I tried to ask.”

Harry didn’t have enough time to think of a lie, so he blurted, “Her family was abusive.”

Dawson looked horrified, but he completely bought that. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that,” he said. “She’s a lovely girl, though. I know that you don’t like her, but don’t break her heart. Turn her down nicely.”

Harry blinked. “What?”

“You don’t like Ezili, right?” Dawson asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Harry laughed, uneasily. “I mean no, I don’t.”

“Yeah, I know you don’t wanna be in a relationship.”

Harry didn’t want to be in a relationship, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel things. He guessed most people would just assume he had no heart because it was easier for them to make sense of why he wouldn’t settle down. In reality it was more complicated than that. He had had feelings for some people in the past, and he’d shut them down before he got to the point of no return. Ezi might be a dangerous creature, but he’d probably hurt more people than she had, mostly himself.

So did he like Ezi? Yes. He’d just realised that when his heart blossomed to the thought of her thinking about him on a date with his cousin. There was no denying that, as he only felt this way about his own songs. But was he happy about it? Well, yeah, of course he was happy about it. He was over the moon even. Still, that didn’t mean he should do something about it. He would just keep it to himself and wait–No, hope for it to pass.

Later that night, when Ezi came home from work, she went straight into the kitchen to eat from the fridge, and Harry came downstairs to find her sitting on the floor, munching off a sandwich in the fridge light glow. He watched her for a moment from the door before deciding to break the silence.

She flinched when hearing her name. She turned around, sandwich still in her mouth. “Did Dawson stop by?” she asked. “He said he would bring me my books.”

“Yeah, he did. I put them in your room,” Harry said, trying his best not to roll his eyes at the mention of his cousin. But then he remembered what Dawson had told him and came to sit beside her on the floor.

She ignored him and continued eating. She looked nothing like someone who had a crush on him, so what if Dawson had lied to him? He had never heard a lie from Dawson, but it didn’t mean Dawson was incapable of lying.

“Ezi, I wanna ask you something,” he said.

She finished her sandwich and reached into the fridge of ice cream. “Go ahead,” she said.

Harry started fidgeting with his shirt. “Why won’t you tell me about that date with Dawson?”

Ezi didn’t look at him as she said, “Do I have to tell you? It was personal.”

“Well, your sister was there,” he reasoned, “and she’s tried to kill me several times so I think I deserve to know some details about that night.”

Yes, Harry was curious about Ezi’s sister as well, but was it bad to say that he wanted to know more about what Ezi thought of him? Was it bad that Ezi’s feelings for him mattered more than his stupid life?

“My sister wasn’t there the whole time,” Ezi sighed and dipped her spoon into the ice cream. “I got rid of her at the fair then went for dinner with Dawson.”

“Oh,” Harry said, watching her intently as she ate. “So—”

“My sister wanted me to go back home.”

Harry froze. “Why?” he blurted, suddenly anxious. “I mean…does your mother want you back? Not that I think she won’t ever want you back—”

“No.” Ezi rolled her eyes. “My sister wants me to go back in return of the throne, so she can be Queen and allow me back into the Queendom.”

“But you wanna Queen?”

“I’m going to be Queen!” Ezi snapped. Seeing the shocked look on Harry’s face, she softened her voice, “I’m the firstborn. I’m going to be Queen. I have a year to…” Her voice trailed off and she spaced out for a second.

“To what?”

Ezi pressed her lips into a tight smile then said, “To stay here. My sister told me that my mother would take me back in a year.”

“That’s the punishment?” Harry chuckled. “Make you stay in this world where a handsome man takes care of you and buys you stuff?” Maybe siren mums weren’t as bad as he’d thought.

“And also bullies me 24/7,” Ezi said.

“Hey!” Harry put up his hands. “You bully me, too.”

“You literally told me you didn’t want to see me around the house.”

“Yeah, well, I like seeing you around the house now.”

“Liar,” Ezi said and took a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Harry tried not to pay attention to the way she licked the spoon or think about licking ice cream from her lips, but he knew he was going to see a lot of that in his dreams tonight.

“I’m sorry about what I said that night,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ezi held his gaze for two seconds, squinting her eyes. “Fine,” she said at last. “I forgive you.”

“Well, that was easy.”

“For now,” she added, putting the ice cream back into the fridge. “I’ll hate you again when I’m hungry.”

“You’re hungry eighty percent of the time!”

“Yeah.”

Harry chuckled as he watched her amber to the kitchen door. Clenching his fingers, he asked, “When’s your birthday?”

Ezi turned her head. “March 12. Why?”

“So I can say happy birthday to you on March 12.”

“Oh, thanks. Not looking forward to it, though.”

“Also,” Harry said fast before she left. “Do you wanna go to a party with me?”

Niall had just reached one million followers on TikTok, so he’d thrown a huge party at his mansion and invited his friends who had brought their friends and their friends’ friends. So the most influential people in the entertainment industry were at the party tonight.

Jeff had suggested that Harry bring Ezi so they could do some PDA stuff at the party to make headlines for the next few days. At first, Harry had planned to make up some excuses so he could go alone.

He and Ezi hadn’t kissed since that day in his mother’s closet. Well, actually, they had had a few pecks on the lips in public, but it’d only been for the paparazzi. It was hard to think about romance when there were at least ten cameras pointing at you.

Their first kiss, however, had been real and…hot. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about it. He didn’t know how Ezi felt since she never talked about it, but he had the impression that she had enjoyed it as much as he had. He couldn’t stop thinking about her flushed cheeks and plum lips as she pulled back, confused yet wanting more. In his dreams last night, they had been in that closet, but their clothes had been discarded, and he’d been pounding her against the wall. It was so hot. He’d had to wank twice when he woke up and he couldn’t make eye contact with Ezi in the kitchen during breakfast. Now he couldn’t get those images out of his mind.

“Harry.”

Harry jumped when his name was called. Ezi gave him a questioning look. She was wearing a little pink strap dress and her hair was in a high bun. She looked so cute tonight; his stylist had done a great job.

“You okay?” she asked, slipping her fingers into his. He knew it didn’t mean anything and she was only doing what Jeff had told her to. But he couldn’t stop the butterflies in his stomach from acting up. “It seemed like your soul left your body for a second.”

“Sorry, this loud music gives me a headache,” he said and finished his glass of wine. Ezi didn’t drink. “You wanna dance?”

Her gaze shot up in surprise. “Do you wanna dance?”

“What do you mean? I’m a fantastic dance partner.”

“But I’ve never danced before. I just got these legs a few weeks ago.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll be good at it, I’m sure. We’ll wait for a slow song.”

Niall walked by just in time to overhear the conversation, so he shouted, “Slow song for my besties Harry and Ezili!”

Harry tried to stop Niall, but it was too late. Everyone in Niall’s living room was staring at him and Ezi. Jeff would be happy about this, but Harry didn’t think Ezi was. Her fingers tightened around his as she stepped closer, apparently uncomfortable with the intrusive glances they were receiving.

“Come on,” he said, pulling her close. “We’ll show them how great we are.”

“But I’m not—”

He didn’t let her finish and drag her out on the dance floor. There were a few couples slow-dancing around them, but Harry knew he and Ezi were the attention of tonight. In these people’s eyes, they were in love, completely infatuated with each other.

“Follow my lead,” he whispered in Ezi's ear while fixing her posture. “It’s easy.”

For a human who had been to too many of these dances, it was. But Ezi was barely good at walking. And so she ended up stepping on his feet repeatedly. The giggles of some women in the room made her even more anxious, so she almost stopped. But he reassured her by pulling her closer and lifting her chin so she was looking at him instead of them.

“Don’t be nervous. This is your little mermaid moment. Embrace it,” he said, making her smile.

“Ariel was a terrible dancer.”

“True. But she looked pretty stepping on the Prince’s feet.”

Ezi arched an eyebrow, amused. “Are you calling yourself the Prince?”

“I almost got casted for the role of Eric, by the way.”

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes.

He acted offended. “No, it’s real.”

“As real as Santa Claus.”

“Santa Claus is real,” Harry argued. “Not you saying he isn’t when you’re literally a mythical creature.”

“Shut up,” she chuckled.

“Make me,” he replied.

Harry didn’t know who had initiated it. Maybe they had both leaned in at the same time. But this time as they shared a kiss in a crowded room, it felt like they were all alone in his mother’s closet once again. Of course he had to keep his hands respectfully on her lower back, but the kiss was still hot. He could feel himself being unravelled right there on the dance floor, and he liked the way her fingers twirled the hair at the back of his neck as they melted into one. But then people had to ruin the moment for them by filming it. Jeff would be happy; Harry wasn’t.

He had developed a special talent over the years as a celebrity and could always sense when someone was taking pictures of him. It made him uneasy and distracted, so he had to pull back. He supposed his twisted expression might have given Ezi the wrong idea. She thought it was her that made him uncomfortable. And for some stupid reason, Harry let her think that.

They left the party early because Ezi didn’t seem to enjoy it anymore. On the drive home, Harry tried to find a way to apologise for ruining the moment, but he didn’t know how to not make it awkward. She didn’t say a single word to him in the car, and he knew she wasn’t going to unless he started the conversation. But then he didn’t. And so she went to bed angry at him.

Harry felt really bad about it. He knew it wouldn’t be this way if he had communicated like a normal human being. But it wasn’t easy. He didn’t want to admit to her that he’d enjoyed kissing her, and he would’ve made out with her in front of all those people had it not been for who he was. He had wanted that moment to be real, but then he remembered it wasn’t, and he felt like he was taking advantage of her.

Maybe she felt that way, too. He wasn’t sure. Or she was just tired and didn’t really care about the kiss, and he was the one making a fuss out of it because he assumed he meant more to her than he really did. Again, Dawson could’ve lied. Ezi might not even have feelings for him. She might think he was a bad kisser even.

As Harry fell asleep that night, he dreamed about her again. They were alone in Niall’s mansion. The music was playing as they slow-danced but nobody was watching. She started kissing him, and he kissed her back. His hands reached around her to unzip her little pink dress and let it pool around her ankles. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His cock was rock hard when they went in for more kissing. Her tongue slid between his lips, her hands reaching for his belt as he fumbled on the buttons of his own shirt. Then he woke up with a tent on his crotch. It was three in the fucking morning, and he was having the worst erection in his life.

Harry slipped his hand under the duvet and started playing with it to relieve some tension, but just as he was about to cum, he heard a loud crash downstairs. Instant boner killer.

“Ezi!” he shouted in frustration, slipped on his boxers and marched out of the room.

“I’m sorry!” Ezi’s voice echoed from downstairs. Harry groaned and headed down to the kitchen where he found her collecting broken pieces of a vase she’d knocked over.

“Just leave it,” he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up and away from the glass. “You’d hurt yourself, idiot.”

“I’m sorry. It was dark. I couldn’t see.”

“Why didn’t you turn on the lights?”

She shrugged, which made him laugh, because that was very Ezi of her. “You’re a dumbass,” he said.

“I’m not,” she pouted.

“You are. This only happens to dumbasses.”

“Gosh, you’re an asshole,” she mumbled, arms crossed. She was standing with her back to the counter, and he was blocking her way from the door. Of course she could always sidestep him to leave, but instead, she stayed there, just awkwardly chewing on her nail. She was wearing nothing but a loose white shirt of his. And this time, Harry wasn’t complaining.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she said.

“I’m not even looking at you,” he said, yet staring right at her face.

“You are.”

“How would you know? Unless you’re also looking at me.”

“This is stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“No, you—” Ezi’s voice cut off; her gaze dropped to his mouth as if she hadn’t realised how close they were until now. Harry knew that look so well, and usually it would be a sign for him to make a move. But this was Ezi.

“I should go back to bed,” she said, eyes meeting his again.

He nodded, but didn’t get out of the way.

Again, he didn’t know who leaned in first. The moment their mouths collided, all his thoughts evaporated; his walls crumbled, and he was powerless, unable to pull back. There was a kind of power in the way she kissed that he could not resist. He was all hers.

He tightened his arms around her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her onto the counter. He could feel his erection growing again in his pants. It didn’t take too long for it to turn fully hard, and she obviously felt it, so she pulled back from their kiss, panting. “It’s…”

“Ignore it,” he breathed, kissing her again, making his way down to her neck and chest. She was squirming now, and he wondered if she was also feeling things down there. “Are you wet?” he asked breathlessly against her lips.

She blinked, confused. “No, I’m dry.”

“No, Ezi,” Harry chuckled, face buried in her neck. “I mean, are you wet between your legs?”

“Oh.” She licked her perfect lips and nodded once. “Yeah. Like most of the time.”

Harry’s whole body went stiff. “What?”

“Like...whenever I think of us kissing,” Ezi admitted innocently.

Harry didn’t know which was hotter. The fact that they were both half-naked and horny right now, or the fact that she got turned on just from thinking of kissing him.

“What do you usually do when it happens?” he asked, adding soft kisses to her lips.

Her fists tightened on his back, her eyelids fluttering. “I r-rub my thighs together.”

Harry smiled as his cock twitched to the thought of it. “Does that feel good?”

Ezi nodded.

“Want me to help you feel even better?”

“You can?”

Harry nodded. He knew it wasn’t right to have sex with her when she didn’t even know what it was, so he wouldn’t rush it. He was just going to help her.

He kissed her once more and got down on his knees between her legs. She looked so hot all spread out in front of him with just his shirt and panties on. She wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. Her panties were completely soaked as he slid them off. She shivered a little yet didn’t protest. She wanted him to help.

He started by kissing her inner thigh. She had the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. He could just cum to the thought of licking her, and he swore he almost did when he took the first try. Her hips jolted, and he glanced up to meet her confused stare.

“If you want me to stop, just say it, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied, biting her nail.

He held her eye contact as he started licking. She tasted as sweet as he’d imagined in those dreams. He still couldn’t believe this was real, but god, the sounds she made sent him to heaven. He dipped his tongue into her and her hands flew to the back of his neck. For a moment she forgot everything and started moving her hips against his face. Fuck. It turned him on so much. He slipped his hand into his boxers and gave himself a few strokes. Then she started to moan, and he worked his hand faster while flicking his tongue into her. He fucked himself until she cummed and made a mess inside his pants, cum dripping onto the floor.

“Is that milk?” Her question got him cackling as he got back to his feet, holding onto the counter on either side of her so he wouldn’t fall. He had never cummed so much; it had literally drained him out.

“No, it’s not milk,” he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked so fucked out as well, which made him feel so proud. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” she said shyly. “Did you?”

“Very much,” he said. “I would kiss you again if I hadn’t just eaten you out. Not sure how you’d like it.”

A look of horror crossed Ezi’s face as she quickly checked between her legs.

“No!” Harry laughed. “I didn’t literally eat you. It’s what it’s called.”

“Oh.”

“Dummy.”

“Is it like...sex stuff?”

“Not really sex, just part of the sex. So yeah, sex stuff,” Harry explained, not sure how to feel about this situation. Now that post-nut clarity had hit, he started to feel a bit guilty, but it didn’t he wasn’t proud of himself for making her cum so hard her legs were shaking.

“I still want to kiss, though,” Ezi said shyly. “I don’t care.”

“Oh, yeah?” Harry smiled. He liked seeing her blush because of him.

With a nod, she pulled him back in.

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kira-fluff · 4 years ago

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Hi!can you do o. What would the RFA react if they know about Mc's dark past?(like family problems and being alone with no friends and getting cheated)

MC with a Dark Past

Sure! I’ve updated by rules list since you’ve requested so if I did not include one of your favorites please DM me and I’d be happy to include it! :) I chose Jumin, Saeyoung, Saeran as they are frequently requested and this ended up being kinda long!

TW: Abusive family/relationships, bullying, mentions of weight, eating disorders, cheating (not on MM characters part)

Jumin

this man is judgemental

when it comes to everyone else

but when it comes to you

he’d never, EVER judge you for anything

when you’d at last gained enough courage to open up about your family’s history of abuse

it felt so shameful

tears left marks down your cheeks as your face grew scarlet

trying to shield your tears from him only made you cry more

you could still remember the commanding voice of your father

the fear instilled in you

that made you flinch at the swing of an arm

or cower when another’s voice is raised

you couldn’t stand the thought of ever hurting Jumin in that way

but part of you feared

what if it was in your blood?

what if a part of your father still lingered in you?

were you capable of what he did?

while these thoughts engulfed your mind, warm arms wrapped around your shaking shoulders

snaking down to your waist as well-toned muscles embraced you tightly

his faint musky cologne drifted toward your nostrils

providing you with a sense of peace and security

your labored breathing began to slow

eventually dying down to gentle ins and outs

he’d whisper, “it’s alright, darling”

“i’ve got you”

“no one will hurt you now”

a part of him has to hold back the boiling anger in his stomach

that anyone, ever

would lay a finger on you in that way

but he knew that you were also so, so strong

fiercely independent

and always growing

so while he knew he wanted to protect you

and trust me, he will

he also knew that the real battle

you’ve already won

Saeyoung

you felt bad talking about your problems

especially knowing how deeply he struggled with his own

but he’d been adamant

“Y/n, you need to talk to me about this. Please.”

his golden eyes lay beneath furrowed brows, slightly raised in the center in concern

there was something in them you couldn’t quite place

you knew he’d never like you back because, well..

no one ever has

so when it had been eating away at you

confess, confess, confess to him!

you’d tried your best to shake your selfish thoughts out of your mind

looking back, it wasn’t hard to see where it all began

your mother

she was your worst critic

not that you had any friends at school to name of

“I didn’t raise you to be so fat”

“let’s go on a diet together”

by the time you were 10, you were enrolled in after school sports activities as well as rigorous academic tutoring

her screaming still rang in your ears

“YOU WERE THE WORST MISTAKE I EVER MADE”

your only ally – Papa – left you

he left you alone with that woman

who was supposed to be your mother

she never hit you

but her words felt like knives through your heart

you were so useless, you’ve known that since you were 4

“If you don’t place this piano recital well, don’t expect there to be much dinner for you tonight. you’ve practically gorged yourself already.”

you’d accidentally played a natural instead of a sharp

beads of sweat gathered as you began to panic, more of your sweaty fingers slipping of keys

just as your mother promised, you went to bed with an empty stomach

by the time you were 14 you were falling in and out of eating disorders, eventually resulting in a hospitalization

it was the first time you’d ever seen your mother smile

“you’ve finally lost a bit of weight. keep it up.”

your sunken cheeks and fatigue resulted in a long hospital stay

ultimately requiring liquid fluids

your mother tried to tamper with them until a nurse called a social worker

noticing your tired expression

an expression a 14 year old girl should never make

lifeless, giving up

at last, you were swept from your mother’s strings on you and placed into a psychiatric ward before being released for foster care

foster care wasn’t always great

but your luck at least brought you an adoption at age 16 by a single woman named Kim Ji-woo

you wondered how you ever were lucky enough to have her

Saeyoung held back for a while before at last interrupting you

“Y/n –”

nothing else came out

besides languishing tears before enveloping you in a tight hug

hiding his sniffles in the crook of your neck

he couldn’t manage to say just how much he knew

just how much he knew what it was like

but for now

he just wanted to hold you as close as possible

Saeran

“Y/n, you can tell me whenever you’re ready. I don’t want to push you.”

you never felt ready

so you dropped the subject

he willingly complied

but his gazed remained on you for quite a while

he knew the face of suffering, silent suffering, you carried

he wished he could heal it all away.

he waited patiently to tell him

it didn’t actually happen until one night you’d gotten drunk

he’d carried you home, you on his back

when he’d carried you into his apartment you were already crying, the sentimental drunk you were

“I’m such an idiot~~~”

feeling bad for you, he’d grabbed a cup of water and gently stroked your head

“he was a mistake”

saeran’s eyes grew wide, a twinge of hurt as he feared you were talking about him

“he.. he took my virginity.. and i let him. and- and- and –” you sniffled, heaving, “he cheated on me!”

Saeran looked at your eyes filled with such anguish

he’d never felt such a strong urge to wrap you in a tight hug

but respecting you, and fearing he’d be consider “taking advantage of your drunken state”

he opted to lightly stroking your head

whispering sweet words of affirmation

he’d sat down set to you

the next morning you both arose from the lumpy couch with sore backs

you realized you’d fallen asleep

and awoke to your shoulder asleep, Saeran’s light breathing tickling your ear

you’d brushed the hair out of his eyes, kissing his forehead

though you were hung over, you quietly whispered your thanks

Saeran sighed deeply in his sleep

he’d worry about you all over again once he realized you had gotten up and were no longer next to him

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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“I Like This”

Kozik x OFC (Tawnie Trager)

Request by @adela-topaz-caelon: Was re-reading the Kozik fic with the hickey, and I was reading the part where it said "fell into place", so I was wondering if we could get a prequel to that (The original fic can be found Here)

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.3k

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She let out a deep sigh as she cleaned up a few stray bottles that were scattered across the bar and tables. Part of her wanted to leave it to be someone else’s problem, but the other part of her knew that even if she went home, she’d probably be awake and cleaning there too. She tossed the bottles into the garbage bin before beginning to wipe everything down.

The clubhouse had never been so quiet—the music was off, the guys had all either gone home or back to their dorms, and she was the only one left and it made the clubhouse seem five times larger than usual.

The silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps. Turning around, she saw Kozik coming into the bar area. He looked exhausted and like his hangover was already starting. She chuckled quietly as he walked behind the bar and looked for something in particular.

“I don’t think it counts as hair of the dog until morning,” she said with a quiet laugh.

He shook his head, chuckling, “Believe it or not, I’m just looking for a bottle of water.”

She laughed, motioning under the bar, “Left cabinet, bottom shelf.”

“We don’t have any that are refrigerated?”

“You think anyone comes here to drink water?” she shot back with a laugh.

He smiled as he twisted the top off, “That’s fair,” he took a long drink and looked back over to her, finally realizing what she was doing. He shook his head slightly, “You don’t gotta be doing all of that, T. Let the prospects handle it in the morning.”

She shook her head, “I’m almost done here anyway. Let them take credit for it, though,” she smiled.

“The guys would never let them.”

She chuckled, “True,” she tossed the rag onto the surface of the bar, “Alright. Well, I’m outta here,” she went and grabbed her purse, “I’ll see you around?”

“Yea I’m, I’m not going anywhere.”

She flashed him a smile, “Nice to know you’re back for good.”

She started making her way towards the door before he could try to come up with any kind of response at all, let alone one that would make him sound smooth. He let out a quiet sigh as he watched her walk out the door of the clubhouse. She was the last woman in the world that he should spend his time thinking about or talking to, but something inside him said that that fact wasn’t going to matter anymore, especially if he was sticking around.

Over the next couple of days, the two of them would exchange quick hellos and goodbyes when they crossed paths. Before he’d seen her after hours at the clubhouse, Kozik never actually realized just how often Tig’s daughter was at the clubhouse and T-M. She pitched in and helped Gemma when necessary, and growing up as Tig’s daughter meant that she knew her way around bikes and cars well enough to be helpful at the shop.

Kozik saw her getting her things together at the end of the day and made his way over to her. She heard his footsteps and turned around, smiling when she saw him. He tucked his hands into his pockets, “You gonna be around later?” he nodded towards the clubhouse.

She laughed, shaking her head, “No, not this time. Got other plans. You boys will have to clean up your own beer bottles tonight.”

He chuckled, “You know it’ll never get done.”

She smiled, “I know. Have a good—”

“He bothering you, Tawnie?” Tig walked up, positioning himself between the two of them.

She huffed, rolling her eyes as she shook her head, “I’m fine, Dad. “

He looked from her over to Kozik, eyes narrowing, “Don’t you have other shit you should be doing? Like not talking to or making eye contact with my daughter?”

“Dad—”

Kozik spoke up before the situation got any worse, “My bad,” he held his hands up in surrender before turning and walking away.

When he was out of earshot, Tawnie gave her father a good shove, “Why do you need to be such a dick?”

“All these guys know you’re off-limits. But him especially,” Tig saw the way that she rolled her eyes and he pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, “You know I love you, T.”

“I love you too,” she grumbled before stepping back, “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright. Drive safe, baby,” he watched her walk towards her car for a moment before turning back around. He saw the way that Kozik was also watching her and shook his head. He was about to walk up to him when he heard Clay calling for him from the clubhouse. With a sigh, Tig turned around and made his way over, granting Kozik another day without getting chewed out by him.

The last thing that Kozik wanted was more issues with Tig. The man had had it out for him for years and getting involved with his daughter wasn’t going to make that situation get any better. He told himself that he was going to try and stay away from Tawnie when he could—not go out of his way to talk to her and just hope that she would return the favor.

At the end of the work day, she was trying to pull the garage door down for one of the work bays—the wiring in it went weeks beforehand and no one had gotten around to fixing it yet so it only lowered it about a quarter of the way, leaving it mere inches out of her reach.

With a heavy sigh, she called over to the other side of the shop, “Hey, Kozik?”

He turned around as he finished wiping off his hands, “Yea?”

“Can you…?” she pointed up at the door, “I can’t reach it,” she had to laugh.

He chuckled as he made his way over, “Yea, of course.”

She watched him as he reached up and pulled the door down the rest of the way with ease, “I swear I’m just gonna start wearing heels to work so I can reach shit.”

He smiled, trying to stifle his laughter a little, “I’m not sure if that’s the most practical solution to your problem. But,” he let himself meet her gaze, “I’m not going to try and tell you not to.”

She laughed, “Probably better that way. I’m not the kind of person people usually win arguments against.”

“Must be a Trager thing,” he chuckled.

“Well,” she laughed as she let her hair down out of its ponytail, “I’m at least a much more graceful winner than my father.”

“I think that’s a low bar to set, T.”

She chuckled as the two of them made their way towards the door of the garage, “Maybe.”

Kozik stood by while he watched her lock the door to the garage, trying not to be obvious about the fact that he was staring at her, “Are you…are you coming by for the party tonight?”

She shrugged, flashing him a smile, “I was thinking about it, why?”

“Just wondering,” he didn’t want to sound like he was being nosey or pushy.

She started walking towards her car, motioning for him to follow her, “Club events are always, uh, hit or miss, for me,” she laughed, “I wanna have fun but it’s difficult when Tig doesn’t want anyone to, you know, look at me,” she looked over at Kozik and heard the nervous chuckle slip past his lips, “I’m sorry about all that shit before, by the way.”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.”

“Well in that case,” she smiled as she dug her keys out of her purse, “I’m even more sorry,” she laughed.

“I’ll see you later?” he gave it one last shot as she climbed into her car.

She smiled at him, “Maybe. Try to stay outta trouble, alright?”

He gave her a smile and a nod before she turned the key in the ignition and took off out of the compound. Letting out a deep breath, he walked towards the clubhouse to get ready for church before the party that night.

“Hey,” she called out over the noise of the party that was well underway, “Kozik!”

He turned his head in the direction of his name, eyebrows raising in surprise when he saw who was calling for him. He quickly made his way over to her, watching as she carried a case of beer inside. He offered to take it from her but she shook her head at him.

“Got three more outside. Help me grab those? Put those muscles to some good use?”

He laughed as he walked back the way she came in, “Yes ma’am.”

She walked by him as he carried two cases and she chuckled, “Show-off.”

“I left the last one for you,” he smiled.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

That was the last exchange they had for the rest of the party. Kozik got swept up in the antics with his MC brothers, and Tawnie was content to sit back and keep an eye on everything. She was always ready to jump in and run interference between anyone—she and her father had that in common. She was better at keeping her temper in check but she was just as protective as he was. She never let anything shady slip by her if she could help it.

Luckily, it was a relatively uneventful night. Aside from a few of the Cara Cara girls drinking too much and needing to be driven home, everyone was on their best behavior, whatever that meant for them. Soon enough they were all riding off on their bikes or safely passed out in their dorms. This time, though, Kozik didn’t even bother disappearing back to his room at the end of the night, he just hung back and waited for everyone else to clear out.

“So,” Tawnie was making her rounds and collecting beer bottles again, “is 2AM the optimal time to try and talk to you?”

“Without me running the risk of getting murdered by your dad, yea,” he laughed as he sat down at the bar.

“Ah,” she threw the bottles away and grabbed fresh ones for each of them, popping the tops off before hopping up and sitting on the bar, “So it’s strategic.”

“Something like that,” he took a swig of his beer, “Or maybe I just want all of your attention.”

She chuckled, “Well, you certainly have it now,” she gently nudged his knee with her foot, “So what can I do for you, hm?”

“Keeping me company at 2AM is more than enough.”

“Mm,” she hummed with a laugh, “Talk about low bars.”

That became their new routine. In the small, quiet hours of the morning after everyone else was gone or passed out, the two of them had their time. Sometimes it was only a few minutes, other times it was a few hours. There came a point where both of them recognized that it was much more than just keeping each other company, but neither of them wanted to say anything and run the risk of ruining it.

The two of them were sitting at the picnic table outside the clubhouse. Everything was quiet, everyone had long since disappeared and gone to bed. Kozik sat next to her on the same side of the bench, the outside of his leg pressing lightly up against hers as she toyed with the beer bottle in her hands.

“Thank you,” she said as she looked over at him.

He tilted his head in confusion, “For what?”

“For always staying. I know that you’d probably rather be sleeping right now, like most people would at 3AM,” she laughed, “But I like…this.”

“This?” a smile passed over his features.

She laughed, “Yea. This.”

He leaned forward onto the table, his forearm resting right next to hers, “I like this too.”

There were a few seconds of silence before she turned to face him again, waiting for him to do the same. He felt her eyes on him and when he looked over and saw the way her lips were slowly curling up into a smile, it was hard to take his eyes off of her. He nervously drummed his fingers on the side of his beer bottle as he tried to figure out what he was going to say or do next, but it was hard to think underneath the weight of her gaze.

She reached over and put her hand on top of his, gently taking it off the bottle and resting it on top of the table so she could lock her fingers with his. He watched her every move, heart pounding quickly inside his chest.

She tugged him closer to her and he gave in with ho hesitation, leaning in as her hands rested on the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Despite the shock coursing through his system he wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her pulled tight as her fingers found their way up into his hair.

Weeks of late nights and whispered conversations all came together as he focused on the way that her lips moved against his. She let out a quiet moan as his fingers gripped onto her sides a little tighter, and for a moment he thought he was going to melt completely into her.

When she pulled away, trying to catch her breath as she felt her cheeks heating up, she couldn’t help but to let out a quiet laugh. Her let her hands lightly slide down his shoulders and arms until they interlocked with his.

“I think,” she looked at him, a playful light in her eyes, “we should definitely keep doing this.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh, pulling her in for a quick kiss, “Definitely.”

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