#and when i thought this was the end and i saw to be continued? i legit stood up from my chair and pumped my fist in victory

[sheaabuttaababyy]

Mood swings - RR

Pairing: Roman x Kimora

Short Fluff

The sounds of buzzing filled the room as Joe sat in a chair at the barber shop. His barber Larry was cutting his hair as he received a message from his wife.

Wifey💍💗: Babe when you coming home? You’ve been gone for so long.

Joe bear ❤️🐻: sweetheart It hasn’t even been an hour😂

Wifey💍💗: I don’t care you’ve been gone too long. I miss you.

He sighed going to her contact. "Hey man. Do you mind if I call my wife? I just need to checkup on her"

"Nah go ahead man, it’s no problem" Larry waved off before continuing to trim Joes hair.

FaceTiming her it rung twice, before seeing her gorgeous face pop up.

"Hey baby. You okay?" He asked seeing a slight frown on her face.

"No. I miss you can you come home please"

"Ki I’ve only been gone 35 minutes" he laughed, But Kimora didn’t find shit funny. She just wanted him home.

"I knoww but I just want you to hold me and rub my stomach"

He heard her voice crack making his heart ache. "Okay baby I’ll be home in 25 minutes. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. I love you I’ll see you soon"

"Love you too. 25 minutes Joe." She pointed her finger at him through the screen before hanging up.

Larry let out a whistle making Joe look at him. "Damn bro. She has you wrapped around her finger."

Joe smiled at his words nodding his head. "She really does, and I’m not even mad about it."

At home Kimora laid in her and Joe’s bed naked, Watching The game. A bowl of cut up pickles and hot sauce sitting on her 8 and half month belly.

"Derwin foul as fuck for that" she spoke to herself seeing Derwin cheating on Melanie.

She heard the bedroom door open, seeing Joe walk in looking fine as fuck in his black hoodie and matching shorts, with a bag in his hand.

"Hey baby" Placing the bag down by the bed he took off his hoodie, and shirt leaving him shirtless.

Lifting the covers up he got into the bed. Once he got comfortable he tried to pull Kimora into him but she pushed his hands away. Leaving him confused.

Scooting up to her side he tried placing a kiss on her cheek but she swerved it. Leaning back he sighed burning a hole into the side of her head. Kimora just staring at the TV.

"What did I do now?"Joe was used to this already. He had to deal with it everyday, since she got pregnant.

"You said 25 minutes…it’s been 40" ki crossed her arms finally turning her head to look at her husband, who was smiling.

"That’s why your mad? Kimora if you don’t scoot your ass over here and cuddle with me."

"No you lied. I don’t want wanna lay up with a liar." She crossed her arms scooting away from him.

Joe laughed at her dramatics "Alright. I guess I’ll just go to the living room and watch Tv by myself"

Kimora’s head whipped to him real quick at his words. Yeah she was annoyed yeah, and being overly dramatic. But she didn’t want him to go.

he got out the bed, grabbing the plastic bag that had all of Kimora’s favourite snacks. Also the reason why he took longer than 25 minutes.

"Here" he placed the bag on the bed giving her forehead and swollen stomach a kiss.

Taking a peek Ki saw all of her favourite foods. She started to feel guilty for being rude, as she realized that’s the reason why he took so long.

Grabbing his iPad and glasses, Joe left the room. Leaving Kimora in her thoughts.

Tears built up in her eyes as she grabbed the chips from the bag. Sniffling she opened it before stuffing her mouth with Doritos.

She ate some more silently as tears ran down her face. Licking her fingers clean she got up slowly going to washroom, washing her hands.

Grabbing her brown silk robe she put it on making her way to the living room where Joe was.

Going into the living room she saw him watching a YouTube video on his iPad with his glasses on.

Standing at the end of the couch she watched him, feeling sad again. How could she be so rude to him? He was just a giant, tatted, loving teddy bear.

Looking up from the screen he sent her a smile. Seeing the pout on her face he turned off the device, placing it beside him. Opening up his arms he gestured his wife over to him.

She went over to him laying sideways in his lap. She took a deep breath before bursting out crying. Making Joe rock her back and forth.

"I’m sorry I was so mean to you. You’ve been such a good husband. And all I do is have an attitude."

Joe let out a laugh as she spoke. "Baby. Baby it’s okay" he rubbed his hand up and down her back as little sniffles left her body.

"It’s not okay. Your so good to me and you have to deal with me. I’m sorry if I’m too much for you"

"Let me stop you right there. Your not too much for me to handle. Your carrying our child Kimora. That’s a beautiful thing and I’ve been through every moment of it. Your my wife, and I love you and I’ll continue to be here and take every step of the way with you. We’re in this together."

"Awhh Joe" she leaned in kissing his lips softly which he happily returned. "I love you so much" she spoke against his lips.

They both pulled away smiling as Joe placed one last peck on her lips. "You wanna go back in bed and cuddle?"

"Yes please I wanna be in your skin" getting off Joe’s lap with his help. Slowly she waddled to the stairs with her hand on her belly. Joe following her watching her in awe.

The two were in bed Joe in his boxers as Kimora was fully nude. Since she got pregnant, wearing clothes really irritated for some reason. So when she was at home. In her safe place she would always sleep and walk around naked.

Her right leg was across his torso, her head resting on his chest

"What about Alex?" Joe questioned as he kneaded Kimora’s ass with his right hand as his left was caressing her stomach. They were currently talking about baby names.

"Alex is so basic. No."

"Jaxon?"

"Mmm…no" Damn she’s picky Joe thought.

"What about…Josiah?"

"Josiah…Josiah" Kimora tested the name on her tongue, before a smile broke on her face. "I love it."

"Yeah?" Joe leaned down kissing her forehead. "Yeah. I think that should be baby boys name"

Joe felt a movement on his hand. Looking down at his wife’s stomach he saw an outline of little foot, pressed up her stomach.

He saw the little feet kick again. Feeling their baby kick the area of Joe’s hand that was resting on Kimora’s belly.

"Oh wow. I think he really liked that name." Joe had a goofy smile on his as he scooted down so his head was leaning against Ki’s swollen belly.

He started talking to their baby through her stomach. "Im gonna love and protect you, I can’t wait for you to meet mommy and daddy" Joe spoke kissing and caressing her tummy.

A big smile was on Kimora’s face listening to her husband continue to talk to their child, her heart feeling warm and full.

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Big day in the morning

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Your name was everywhere.

Trending on Twitter. Flooding the news. Fans were demanding your comeback, and you had no idea what the fuck to do about it.

It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate them. You loved your fans. They were the reason you stood where you did. But none of them knew what was actually happening behind the scenes.

None of them knew how tired you were.

And now, thanks to Utahime’s drunk impulsiveness, the internet was going crazy over your almost-kiss.

Last night, at the club, Utahime had pulled you into a dance both of you tipsy, breathless, laughing. And for a second, just a second, you two had leaned in a little too close.

Shoko had been the one to pull you back before anything happened.

But Utahime? That little traitor?

She posted the damn picture.

Now the entire world was obsessed with the idea that you two were dating.

You groaned, throwing your phone onto the bed. "What the fuck was she thinking?"

But honestly, a part of you didn’t even care.

Because there was something else weighing on your mind.

Something that had been suffocating you for weeks.

Nanami.

He had promised he’d be home by 6 PM.

But as always he wasn’t.

And you didn’t even have the energy to be mad anymore.

So you just went to bed.

morning

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You woke up feeling warm.

For a moment, you thought it was a dream.

The familiar weight of an arm draped over your waist. The quiet sound of steady breathing.

But when you opened your eyes

Nanami was actually there.

For the first time in weeks, he was sleeping beside you.

Your heart clenched.

Carefully, hesitantly, you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Nanami?" Your voice was soft, still heavy with sleep.

A low hum rumbled in his throat.

"Mmh… I’m sorry for coming home late yesterday, love," he murmured, voice thick and drowsy.

His golden eyes fluttered open, looking up at you with something tender.

And fuck.

How could you not love him?

But then

Then you remembered.

The hickey. The perfume. The woman in his office.

Your stomach twisted.

You shoved him away, the warmth of his embrace suddenly suffocating.

Nanami didn’t resist. But his grip on you tightened.

"Please," he whispered. "It was just… a moment of weakness."

Your chest ached.

A moment of weakness.

Was that all six years meant to him? A moment of weakness?

A thousand words fought to leave your lips. You wanted to scream, to cry, to ask him why.

But in the end

You said nothing.

Because despite everything, despite knowing you should walk away

You forgave him.

Because you loved him.

Loved him so much you were willing to put up with his bullshit.

"I saw your tweet."

Nanami’s voice broke the silence as his fingers traced slow circles over your stomach.

"You wanted to get married, hm?"

You stiffened.

"It… It was just an excuse to get them off my back," you lied.

Of course you wanted to marry him.

You wanted it more than anything.

He hummed, unconvinced.

"You must have seen the news, then," you continued. "Everyone’s trying to figure out who the lucky man is."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Yes," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I don’t mind you posting me at all."

You sucked in a breath.

Then, as if he could read your thoughts, he cupped your face tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him.

"I meant every word I ever said to you," he whispered.

Your lips parted.

"I worshipped you," his voice dropped, low and intense. "I still do."

"Do you know what you are to me?" His voice was soft, but it carried weight.

You swallowed, unable to speak.

"You are the first thought in my mind when I wake up," he confessed, his lips ghosting over your temple. "And the last thing I think about before I sleep."

Your breath hitched.

"You are my peace, my chaos, my greatest weakness," he continued, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I have loved you in a way I never thought I was capable of loving anything."

He exhaled slowly.

"And it terrifies me."

You blinked, startled by the rawness in his voice.

"I have never been a selfish man," he admitted, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist. "But with you? I am."

Your heart pounded.

"Because I don’t want to share you. Not with the world, not with your fans, not with anyone." He leaned closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "I want you to myself."

"You are the only thing that has ever made me feel truly alive," he murmured. "And if I lose you, I don’t know if I could ever feel that way again."

You swallowed hard, heart pounding.

"So don’t doubt me, love," he murmured. "Because my heart has always been yours."

Fuck.

You forgot everything.

The cheating. The lies. The pain.

You forgot it all when he held you like this.

And you hated it.

But you smiled back anyway.

Because loving him hurt, but not loving him felt impossible.

a day off

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Nanami took the day off today.

And for the first time in so long, things felt normal.

You spent the morning baking together. Flour dusted his shirt. Dough stuck to your fingers. He chuckled softly when you stole a bite of cookie batter.

And yeah.

You totally posted a couple of pictures.

Muhehe.

Then, later he took you out on a date.

It felt like old times. Like before.

Soft words. Affectionate glances. His fingers brushing over yours just because.

"You look beautiful," he had whispered. "You always do."

Your heart swelled.

And just like that

You fell in love with him all over again.

Night

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

The day ended peacefully.

Nanami sat beside you on the couch, reading a book while you scrolled through your phone.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

And yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Because you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

That this happiness was temporary.

That sooner or later everything would come crashing down.

And you weren’t sure if you were ready for it.

Somewhere other the universe

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Gojo Satoru had never been a man of patience.

So why the fuck was he still here?

Scrolling through your posts. Clicking on your pictures. Watching the videos of you and Nanami with a scowl on his face.

He told himself it was just curiosity. Just harmless interest.

But the truth was so much uglier.

It boiled his blood to see you with Nanami.

Nanami. Of all people.

An old classmate, a so-called friend someone Gojo had always thought was too stiff, too rigid, too unfeeling to love someone like you.

Were they happy? Sure.

Would Gojo ever fucking admit it?

Absolutely not.

Because deep down, he knew he wasn’t just criticizing Nanami.

He was jealous.

And fuck, he hated it.

Gojo had never been particularly close to you. Sure, you had been featured in his songs. Sure, he had spent hours replaying those tracks just to hear your voice.

But beyond that?

Nothing.

You were a fellow artist. A colleague.

And yet

To him, you were so much more.

He had tried to forget it. Tried to drown himself in distractions.

But it never worked.

Your voice was still the one he searched for in crowded places.

Your face was still the one he found himself watching during award shows.

Your name was still the one he typed into search bars at 2 AM just to see if you had posted something new.

And now, as he sat there, glaring at yet another picture of you and Nanami

He decided enough was enough.

He was done watching.

If he wanted to hear your voice so badly he would make it happen.

A remix.

That was the perfect excuse, wasn’t it?

A new collaboration. A remastered version of one of your old songs.

Just an innocent business proposal.

Not an excuse to see you. Not an excuse to hear your voice up close.

Not an excuse to remind you that you had other options.

That maybe just maybe you were better off with someone else.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his snowy white hair.

"She just needs to sing for me," he murmured to himself.

But deep down

He knew he wanted so much more than that.

Gossip in the group

He then went to the group to share about his idea to feature you in his remix, and fuck, as always, it was useless.

It was always the same eye rolls, dismissive texts, insults disguised as jokes.

But did that stop him?

Hell no.

If they weren’t going to support his genius plan, then screw them.

Gojo would make this happen on his own.

But he was genuinely shocked when Geto actually backed him up. Of all people, he expected Geto to be the first to shoot him down, not the one defending his idea.

So this bastard actually liked your songs? And he had been pretending he didn’t just to avoid getting teased? Unbelievable. Gojo smirked oh, he was never letting this go.

IS GETO FUCKING KIDDING HIM

Suguru. Of all fucking people.

Gojo could handle Nanami.

Nanami was stiff, reserved, predictable. He was a good man, but he was a man who followed the rules. And rules? Rules were meant to be broken.

But Suguru?

That shocked him to his core.

Because Suguru wasn’t supposed to want you.

Yet he did.

Gojo had always known, deep down, that Suguru secretly listened to your songs when he thought no one was watching.

He knew Suguru had pictures of you tucked away in his room.

And yet, every time he confronted him, Suguru would just smile. Brush it off. Deny it.

But now?

Now, Suguru admitted it.

Now, Suguru said it out loud.

And worst of all Suguru had the audacity to say,

"She was never yours to begin with."

Gojo knew that was the truth.

But he didn’t want to admit it.

Didn’t want to hear it from Suguru, of all people.

Because Suguru knew.

Suguru knew Gojo had an eternal, fucking pathetic, all-consuming crush on you.

Suguru knew that Gojo wanted you in ways he didn’t even know how to put into words.

And yet, if Suguru ever got the chance to be with you?

Gojo wouldn’t be able to bear it.

He’d end it.

He’d ruin it.

Because the thought of you with Nanami was frustrating.

But the thought of you with Suguru?

It was maddening.

His best friend. His brother. The only person who could truly challenge him who could steal you away from him.

It was unbearable.

Because Gojo didn’t want to share.

Not with Nanami.

Not with Suguru.

Not with anyone.

He wanted you for himself.

And he didn’t even know how.

Maybe just maybe he’d take a turn that was insane.

Something that no one would expect from him.

His fingers twitched. His mind raced.

Then, abruptly

He slapped himself.

A loud, sharp smack that snapped him back to reality.

And then he laughed.

Because fuck.

Maybe he was already losing it.

Don't have the motivation to continue to series :( and fuck i lost some of my works

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soft universe - Eris Vanserra x Princess!Reader Chapter Three

< chapter two | chapter three | chapter four >

3.004k words

warnings: drama, smitten!eris again, mating bonds

thank you thank you thank YOU for all of the love this has received, the comments, reblogs, and likes <333 i love you guys as much as lucien loves his hair

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Story preview: Y/N Erling - youngest descendent to the King of Vallahan, not special, youngest of seven girls and four boys, and certainly not next in line to the throne. A kind soul, free-natured, always does what's asked. Content with spending the rest of her fae life taking care of her nieces and nephews while her elder siblings dealt with court dealings. That was until they drew up an agreement - her hand in exchange for their agreement to the treaty with Prythian. Enter Eris Vanserra - new high lord who did not want a wife, nor a mate. Can they work it out together - under pressure from a blood rite, a language barrier, a culture barrier, and Eris' unfortunate attempts at flirting.

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chapter three - the seed

Third POV 

Eris Vanserra the entire next day spent his free time with his dagger and a thick piece of wood. Even during meetings, he would take the two items out – nicking his fingers only a few times, yet continued with what he was doing. Anytime someone questioned what he was doing, he either ignored the question or changed the subject. However, after half a day it finally began to take shape and he couldn’t hide it from prying eyes all day – he had to finish after all. 

“Is that a flower?” His eldest and most trusted brother, Garreth, questioned. “Is it for your betrothed?” 

“Shut up.” Eris responded, working on a petal of it, using his flames to catch the end of it on fire before putting it out – giving it a tinted colour. “Yes.” 

“I never knew you were a romantic, dear brother.” His other brother, Marcus, spoke that time – nodding in approval. “If you use the dull side of the knife, you can add details to it.” 

“I didn’t ask for your advice, you two.” As he spoke, he took his brothers advice anyway, adding small details to the stem. 

“No, because knowing how stubborn you are you’d refuse to ask, even if you needed it desperately.”  

“Sometimes I really hate you two.” 

“Love you too, brother.” Marcus stood, leaving the room to attend to duties he had most likely, leaving the other two siblings. 

“When do you see her again?” Garreth wondered, admiring his brother's newfound hobby. 

“Tomorrow, after the meeting. I’m taking her for a walk through the forest, here.”  

“Seeing her again so soon? Smitten are we, brother?” Eris didn’t respond right away, and his brothers teasing smile widened. “It’s about time, you deserve to be happy.” 

“Agree to disagree.” Was his only response, as he stood up, “We have a meeting with some new advisors in a bit. We’d better get going.” 

He left before his brother could say anything more. He let out a sigh, 

“Stubborn lovestruck fool.” 

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“He what?!” Nesta dropped the book she was holding onto, letting it fall to her lap – page forgotten. 

“Did you not hear me?” Y/N cocked her head to the side, getting used to Prythian sayings still. 

“No, no I heard you; it just startled me – I didn’t expect it.” Nesta picked her book back up, cursing as she looked for her page, sticking her bookmark in randomly. “When did you-?” 

“I was looking out Nyx’s window, overlooking the river, and a figure caught my attention – he appeared out of nowhere before standing in front of the door. He stood for a while I feared he was a criminal.” Y/N laughed a bit, “But then I thought, what criminal shows up in the light? Until Cassian took him inside. Then it clicked when I saw his face turn.” 

“Do you think it clicked for him too?”  

“I don’t know. He was quiet.”  

“That’s out of character for him, actually.” Nesta sipped her tea, settling her book down just as Morrigan strolled in. 

“What’re we talking about?” She plopped onto the couch beside Y/N, tucking her feet underneath her. “Boys?” 

“Ah, yes!”  

“Eris is Y/N’s mate.” Nesta spoke the same time as Y/N, blunt in stating the facts. 

“WHAT?” Morrigan sat up straight, her feet falling to the floor, “Since when?!” 

“Two days ago.” Y/N answered this time, fidgeting with the edge of her shirt – it was a pale green, a sharp contrast to her dark pants curtesy of Morrigan. She had been supplying Y/N with clothing more common in Prythian, rather than just dresses in Vallahan. “I just spoke it, I’m nervous today.” 

“To spend time with him today?”  

“Yes. I gift him two carvings last time.” 

“I’m sure he likes them, is that what you’re worried about?” 

“I don’t know, a feeling.” The girls’ conversation was cut short, a knock happening at the door. “Ah, him?”  

Nesta opened the door, settling aside as it was indeed the Autumn high lord. He was dressed casually, a stark difference to his usual attire. A white buttoned shirt with green trousers.  

“Good morning,” Eris greeted the room, which was coincidentally full of women he feared. He spoke next just to Y/N. “Are you ready, then?” 

“Yes,” She nodded, walking towards him, following him outside the door to go past the townhouse’s wards. 

“Ah, don’t be out too late, children!” A voice shouted from the second-floor window, 

“Fuck off, Cassian!” Was Eris’ reply before he turned his back to the window, holding out a hand. “Have you winnowed before?” 

“Yes, from Vallahan with Morrigan. It is a funny feeling.” Y/N confirmed, taking his large warm hand in her own, ignoring the feeling of electricity going up her arm raising the hair in its wake. 

“Oh before we go,” Eris let go to dig in his pocket, producing a beautifully carved wooden lily, “I wanted to follow your custom, to the best of my ability – I’m afraid I don’t know how to carve stone.” 

“How did you colour it?” Y/N wondered aloud, inspecting its darkened petals, and even darker stem. It wasn’t paint, or charcoal. 

“I carefully burned it,” He demonstrated by holding up his hand, which produced light blue flames, which faded into orange ones, before flickering out. “The hotter the flame the darker the colour, it just takes control to be able to not disintegrate the entire thing... Do you like it?” 

“I love it,” Her smile was so wide it looked as if her cheeks hurt, she carefully put it into her pocket on her breast, patting it for safe keeping. “I can’t wait to display on my bed table. Thank you.”  

“You’re very welcome,” He stuck his hand out again, as she grasped it – finally winnowing to the middle of the forest, a path he often took his hounds on. “Morrigan said you enjoyed flowers, there are a bunch a bit up the trail.” 

Eris took in Y/N, who was taking in the scenery around her. She just now looked up, from bending over at the knees after winnowing. Her face lit up; she twirled slowly looking at everything around her. The different types of trees and leaves, at their many colours, even to the different insects buzzing around. 

“What are that?” Y/N wondered aloud, bending down to look at a tiny thing at the base of a tree, nearly covered by the foliage. She carefully poked at it – recoiling at the texture. Eris held in a small laugh, 

“That’s a mushroom,” He pulled one out of the ground, and showed her the underneath – which had her touching it, feeling the odd textures. “Do they not have mushrooms where you hail?” 

“On plates for eating, not like this.” She turned her head, instead inspecting something on a fallen tree trunk, “What this?” 

“That would be an ant,” He watched her in wonder, what else did she not know of? “Do they have any forests where you’re from?” 

“No,” She started walking, he sped to catch up to her, “We only have mountains, so high up that not many things grow. I saw grass for the first time when I came here. It feels nice.” 

Eris wasn’t sure what to say to that, in truth he felt a little pity – she never climbed trees as a child? She never ran barefoot through a meadow, chased by her siblings as they played a game? Too lost in thought he hadn’t realized she disappeared. 

“Y/N?” He spoke, a bit alarmed at where she could have gone and thought the worst. His resolve relaxed when he heard a giggle from above and looked up – she was in the tree. Hanging upside down, her hair hanging below her. “What by the mother are you doing?” 

“Hanging around,” She smiled, as he came closer, “It like climbing rocks at home.” 

“Be careful, I don’t need you dying on our first date, please.” Eris joked, as she dismounted with ease, landing on her feet – when did she take her shoes off? 

“I won’t,” Y/N confirmed, running off to look at something else new, and the more Eris thought she reminded him of his hounds, always so curious to look at something new. “Eris?” 

He could get used to hearing his name on her lips. 

“Yes?” As he approached, she turned around, and he was appalled. “Where in Prythian did you get that? How did you even pick it up?” 

“It was in bushes, friendly like a cat.” In her hands, was an entire fox. It was currently sniffing her hair yet not being hostile. 

“Are you a fox-whisperer?” Eris questioned, cautiously walking forward to take a look at it. It didn’t seem injured, rather relaxed if anything. He reached out to lightly pet it, and it didn’t bite him. 

“Animals like me,” Y/N smiled, giving it a hug before releasing it back into its bush, waving goodbye. 

“Whatever you say, mother-fox.” He held up his hands, watching once more as Y/N returned to the trail before wandering off to the side to look at something, a comfortable silence taking over before the light ahead got closer – the meadow. 

“Ah,” Y/N ran forward, hitting the meadow at full speed – her calves being tickled by the wildflowers and tall grass, “It feels funny!” 

Eris sat on a raised rock, where he often sat when he needed alone time, enjoying watching Y/N run circles around him, almost dancing in the meadow. When she spotted a new flower she stopped abruptly, bending to look at it, sniffing it, and moving on. It must have been about ten minutes before she finally collapsed beside him, lying flat on her back out of breath. 

“Have fun?” 

“Yes. Though, it remind me of a word I do not know in your tongue.” She sat up, leaning on her elbows. 

“Try to describe it, maybe I know it?”  

“I can’t, it’s too...” She seemed to have gotten an idea, she pointed to the bottom of her foot, “Here.” 

Eris stayed silent, unknowing what she could mean, until she grasped his foot that was on the rock, crossed on his knee. She began untying his boot, pulling it off with force that almost knocked her over, and then pulled his sock off, 

“What by the mother are you doing?” 

“Trust!” Was all she said, before pushing his foot off, and as it touched the grass and wildflowers though, he pulled it back up, holding in a laugh – his knee jerk reaction being what she pointed at, “That!” 

“My reaction?” She nodded, “It tickled, are you ticklish?” 

“Ah! Tick-Lish!” Y/N confirmed, “The meadow is tick-lish.” 

“There’s a new word for you, today.” Eris smirked as he pulled his sock and shoe back on, not choosing to go barefoot like she had. 

“Well technically my word of day was ‘radish’, but I like tick-lish better.” Eris’ nose scrunched, 

“Why radish?” 

“I bit into it thinking it was baby apple, not apple. I did not like.” 

“I don’t blame you, I don’t either.” 

“Tell me more, about you.” Y/N spoke, sitting cross legged across from him, he copied how she was sitting to look at her fully. “What colour do you like?” 

“My favourite colour?” He confirmed, she nodded, “I like green. A deep green – almost like moss. What about you? What’s yours?” 

“I like... (You can insert your own favourite colour, and what it reminds you of : ) mines light green, like a diluted sage green.)” She thought for a moment, “Do you have siblings?” 

“I do; I had six brothers.” 

“No sisters? Your poor mother!” Eris laughed at that, his mother had said the exact thing to herself at one point, “I have you beat, though.” 

“By the cauldron, how many siblings do you have?” 

“Ten,” His eyes widened, 

“Your poor mother,” Y/N laughed at that, “Are there any twins or triplets?” 

“Ah, three sets of twins. Do you?” 

“None, just single babies. I know you’re the youngest, too. I’m the oldest.” 

“We are the opposites!” 

“We are, though I hear we did the same thing, take care of babies.” Y/N smiled at this, 

“Ah, I love babies, they are so cute! Like... Well, I can’t think of anything really cute right now, but it would be really cute!” 

“They are, aren’t they?” Eris smiled, thinking of baby Lucien, the last baby he had taken care of. “Want to hear a secret?” 

Y/N nodded frantically, scooching closer as if they weren’t alone in the clearing, 

“The last baby I took care of, my youngest brother Lucien,” 

“Ah! Eyeball!” 

“Yes, him, you know how the autumn court is known for its fire powers, yes?” 

“Yes, orange leaves like fire, is how I remember.” 

“Indeed. Lucien, when he first laughed – let out a glow of light, so bright as if he swallowed faelight. I couldn’t explain it, neither could the one maid I had asked, worried I had messed him up,” 

“What was it?” 

“Well, come to find out, dearest Lucien and I have different fathers. My mother, had met her mate, and had conceived Lucien as a result.” 

“Who is her mate?” 

“Oh, no one, just... The High Lord of Day.” The way Y/N’s eyes widened looked painful, as she clasped her mouth with her hands, “That reaction was how I felt when I found out, trust me. My poor mother had to explain it to a fifteen-year-old me, mortified.” 

“The lady of autumn... Married to high lord of autumn, but mated to the high lord of day! What happened? Where is she now?” 

“Oh, she lives in day with him now, she is now high lady of day. She never really loved my father; their arrangement was purely political. She wasn’t too torn up when he died. Delighted, actually.” 

“I would be sad,” Eris looked up, meeting Y/N’s eyes, wide. “If you died, I mean.” 

“Oh, I hadn’t meant to bring up... You know. Our political arrangement, not in that light anyway, I really don’t want it in that light anyway – I don’t want to be my father, nor you my mother-” His rambling got cut short, a delicate hand grasping his own, 

“I know, Eris.” Y/N smiled encouragingly, “I met your father, once. I was young, apparently, I didn’t like him.”  

“When was this?” Eris questioned, completely unaware that this had taken place, 

“I was a babe, he made the trip to secure us with Hybern, my older sister, Vidia, told me that at one point he came to say hello to me and my siblings, to show his good-ness to my parents.” She laughed hard at remembering, “Apparently, when he held me, I had not only spit up all over him but also blew-out my diaper. It had gone everywhere, and the more he moved, the more it got worse-” 

She couldn’t talk anymore, full on cackling at this point – and Eris had joined her, delighted at the idea of his father covered in not only vomit, but also shit. Literally. When their laughter died down, Eris grasped her hand back, a genuine smile on his face. 

“Oh, I think the mother had known what she had done, putting us together.” Y/N looked up from their hands, quickly to his face, 

“Put us together?” He paled, 

“Oh, I didn’t- shit.” He pulled his hand away, “Cauldron, I had a whole speech planned to tell you, and a picnic, and I wanted to wait awhile until I sprung that on you, but I was too caught up in the moment-” 

He was interrupted by Y/N launching herself into him, nearly knocking him off of the rock, securing her hands around his shoulders,  

“I knew you felt it too! Though I do like picnics, if that is an option, still.” 

“I- you knew too? When?” Eris was at a loss for words, 

“I saw you outside Nyx’s window, you were stood at the door – for a while.” 

“You saw that!? That’s humiliating! I was so scared to meet you!” Eris groaned, rubbing his hand down his face, as Y/N laughed a bit.  

“When did you know?” 

“When I saw you singing to Nyx, it was lovely. I was completely entranced by your singing. You’re so caring to Nyx, too.” 

“Oh, that is better than standing at a doorway for ten minutes.” Eris groaned again, “Kidding!” 

“You aren’t upset? About the bond?” 

“Ah, no. I grew up hearing stories of it, how wonderful it is. Even now, with everyone at home with a mate. It is beautiful. What about you? You are high lord; you have a lot to do right now...” 

“I am, and I’m ecstatic. Ah, that means very happy. I do have a lot right now, and it might take a while for me to fully be able to devote my time to you, but in the meantime... I’m more than happy to spend my free time with you, my free days wherever you want, here or there.” 

“We can go slow; we have all the time.” Y/N concluded, as Eris agreed, pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand, 

“Though, we shouldn’t announce it yet, to anyone other than who needs to know. I have a lot of enemies at the moment, especially in autumn. I do not wish for them to harm you.” 

“I might have told Nesta. And Morrigan.” 

“That’s fine, I trust them. They’re good at holding secrets. Plus, I told my brothers last night, they practically pestered me until I told them what I was hiding.” 

“Okay, then only Nesta, Morrigan and your brothers?” 

“Works for me,” Eris nodded, standing, “It’s been three hours, I should probably get you home, before they come to strangle me. Nesta scares me.” 

“Ah, good idea. I promised to put Nyx down for his afternoon nap.” 

“I’ll see you next week? For our next afternoon together? Same time?” 

“Yes,” Y/N smiled, and Eris smiled back. 

Both of them excited for what the future holds, for the first time in forever. 

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[littelovelunette]

vi being a bit of a loser and the reader is like a very popular girl and like yk a mean femme and after teasing vi for so long the reader lets her hit

Loser Lover

Contains smut, clit play, hickeys, clueless loser!vi

vi was leaned against the wall of the campus from outside and listening to music on her headphones as she revised some last minute stuff.

your car pulled up in front and she couldn't help glance up and she saw you, probably the prettiest girl in the grade. vi had to quickly avert her gaze because she was partially scared you'd take notice of her.

vi was muscular yeah, and could fight but it was pretty girls like you who had such a high ego and such a nasty attitude that made her panties twist and suddenly she was just as good as a chihuahua in the rain.

"tch," vi mumbled trying to bury her face in the folder of papers as she walked in the gate shoulder bumping you mistakenly.

you looked up from your phone looking over at her and gave her a once over.

"who do you think you are?" your voice was low but degrading, "don't ever bump into me with your peasant clothes and whatever you—" you began not really bothering to look at her face but once you did, oh those blue eyes had you in a mental chokehold, "i mean," you cleared your throat, "it's whatever."

vi sighed softly as she watched you leave, "what was that about?" she shrugged to herself and continued reading her notes as she walked to the locker room to put her file back inside.

you were the queen bee of the school what were the odds that you liked her?

you seemed Ike the straightest person in history of straight people. vi smiled to herself and shook her head as she thought about the possibility of you being into her.

she entered the classroom and blinked as pretty much everyone had their eyes on her.

she didn't know what to say or to do so she was went to her exam allocated seat, sitting down and hung her head as per usual.

while later, you came in almost looking prettier than before when you came and sat down right behind vi.

"who's the nerd?" one of your friends asked.

"probably yknow like a hotshot," you said, teasingly but didn't really hold as much malice as when you joked about other people. maybe you liked her.

"wel she sure has a sense of fashion," the girl replied with a dry humourless tone clearly she was being sarcastic and you sighed at that, "i get you."

the exam ended and all the while the next few classes you had teased vi relentlessly with flirtatious and sexual jokes. you were headed to the changing room to put your jacket on the locker but then gasped when someone pinned you to your locker of the changing room.

"so, cupcake, you've been teasing me all day long," vi said, muscles flexing beneath her shirt that had you speechless.

"i-"

"so what will it be, man or woman?" vi asked with a smirk, how was this bitch a supposed loner? you sighed a shuddering breath and don't really know what to do so your arms encircled around her neck and you pressed a kiss on her lips. vi grabbing ahold of your waist pulled you closer, kissing you deeply.

after the long kiss, you pulled back, "where'd you learn to do all that?"

"first time," vi said catching her breath

"pffft, loser," you scoffed making her ears turn red slightly and she pouted and goddamn did she look so adorable when pouting like that, "you wanna take this a step further and let me give you a few more first times?"

vi nodded, eyes blinking curiously at the thought of more first times of course she didn't understand the dirty meaning you were going for.

she was just so innocent... waiting to be ruined by you, you couldn't help chuckle at the thought, pressing kisses to her neck, vi sure was a loud one so she had to muffle her moans using a hand.

"you don't want others to hear about this do you? the most popular girl of the campus fucking the loser? pffft sounds like a wattpad fantasy," you said, planting hickeys along her collarbone and neck before you grabbed her pants, unbuttoning and letting them fall to her ankles, "hmmm..."

vi squeezed her eyes shut, looking away, she was blushing so hard she looked like she had a fever of 103⁰, you didn't pay heed to that though you found her cute.

your gaze was fixed on the wet mess in front of you, her panties were absolutely soaked, you pulled it down to free her pink bush, smiling at the sight of her wetness clinging onto the inside of her thighs too.

"i..." vi tried to explain but was cut out when you rubbed her clit making her muffle a moan back instead. her clit was super sensitive, not to mention a cute colour of red by now, it was small but flesh, you squeezed it between two fingers, "mhm? want mommy to make you feel good?"

"yes please," vi whispered. you looked at your freshly done manicures, those would hurt if inside. you held her muscular thighs and sucked a spot on her clit, moving down to delve your tongue inside eyes closing slowly as you did so.

"oh, my gosh, your tongue feels amazing, nnn..." vi's eyebrows curled up, lips shut tight as she trembled in your hold wetness dripping out of her slit and all over your tongue.

your sucked on her hole, letting your tongue flick her clitoris and bit the fleshy nub making her back urge and body jolt, "th-that hurts a little... but 's good..." vi whimpered.

"can you just shut up and enjoy this?" you sighed, holding her thighs open as you continued licking her hole and started tongue fucking her, vi's knees buckled and you knew she was close.

"i-i feel we-weird," vi cried out muffling her sounds with her hand, cumming in your mouth, "d-did i just pee?" she stuttered out

"no, idiot, you cam," you licked her juices off clean before getting up, "you look so miserable," you laughed.

vi whimpered softly, before leaning in and kissing you needily. she was your pupply, alright

[mrs-stans]

As a woman with facial differences, I'm grateful for Sebastian Stan's award speech.

Iva Ballou Jacksonville Florida Times-Union

An open letter to actor Sebastian Stan

Sebastian Stan, winner of Best Performance by a Male Actor in a motion picture musical or comedy for "A Different Man," is shown at the 82nd Annual Golden Globe Awards at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills, California on Jan. 5.

I usually only watch the Golden Globes for the fashions, so I was tuning in and out during the Jan. 5 broadcast. I paused when I saw Kerry Washington in that pink dress. Then they announced your win for “A Different Man,” a movie about a man with neurofibromatosis, a condition that can cause facial disfigurement.

“Our ignorance and discomfort around disability and disfigurement has to end now. We have to normalize it and continue to expose ourselves to it, and our children,” you said. “We have to encourage acceptance. One way we can continue to do that is to champion stories that are inclusive … we can’t be afraid and look away.”

Those words stopped me in my tracks.

I immediately found myself back in fifth grade, walking out of band practice surrounded by second-graders in the hallway, all their words and laughter tearing into me for the way my face looked. They thought I was something between a supervillain and a joke, while all I was thinking was, “Don’t let these kids see you cry.”

I was 10 years old and am now in my 30s. Yet this incident, like so many others before, continues to haunt me. I am far from alone.

The media’s persistent use of facial difference as a shorthand for evil is not a victimless crime. As a proud member of the facial difference community and as a professional who supports individuals and families navigating similar journeys, I hear similar stories to mine every day (and worse).

The mental scars remain raw long after our surgical ones have healed. No wonder we suffer increased rates of depression, isolation and self-harm.

That’s why I cannot thank you enough.

In just a few sentences, you gave us hope and strength. You shined a light on the struggles of millions of people who have spent their lives feeling invisible and misunderstood. You were not afraid; you did not look away.

On behalf of the facial difference community, I implore you to continue telling stories that fearlessly depict our lives in all their richness, depth and beauty. Use the influence that comes with your Golden Globes win to encourage others in the entertainment industry to do the same. Our lives depend on it.

Thank you, Sebastian Stan, for using your voice to inspire change.

[infevious]

I NEED a part 2 of that Latino kinich pls pls make it fluffy 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

APOLOGIES

a/n: pt 2 of this !! probs ooc 😓 im also surprise surprise high as balls again so im probably thinking im writing shit shakespeare himself couldn’t but it’s actually ass. i also have a test tomorrow and need to sleep early today so pls dont hate me for not writing an actual ending i’ll finish tomorrow maybe 😭😭😭

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The final straw for the hunter was when he saw you and Yaotyl playing around, he hated how the man was touching you, he had tried convincing himself he wasn’t jealous but he knew he was lying to himself. His saurian companion only added salt to the wound.

“Would you look at that! She’s enjoying her time with someone else while you’re over here looking like a kicked puppy- you ever seen her smile that big? Maybe you should just jump off the nearest cliff to end this horrible feeling!”

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You were walking home after a long day of commissions, the sun was setting and all you wanted to do was rot in bed the rest of the evening. You heard some footsteps behind you but thought nothing of it, multiple people use this path it’s nothing, you kept walking until you felt someone grab your hand and turn you towards them.

It was Kinich. He let go of your hand and gripped your arm, pulling you close to his chest, a little too close, and you could tell he was annoyed.

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

You blinked. Didn’t he tell you you were being annoying? You blinked again.

“I’m not ignoring you..”

“Bullshit” His grip on your arm tightened. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks.”

“I’ve just been..busy..?”

Wow. Best liar in all of Teyvat he’s surly going to be convinced.

“Uh huh? Busy with what? Busy with everyone in Natlan that you can’t even spare me a glance?”

“Why do you care? I thought you said I was annoying?”

He bit his lip and looked down for a moment before looking back at you.

“I did…but you’re my f-” He sighed, mentally cursing at himself for caring so much. He didn’t really mind you ignoring him for the first couple of days, but when he saw you were with another man he realized how bad he regretted it, he realized his feelings for you.

“You’re my friend. I just needed some time alone.”

You felt your throat start to burn a bit. Friend. You should have known, you never had a chance with him. You swallowed the feeling back and looked down.

“Okay”

Okay? That’s it? You’ve ignored him for almost a month and the only thing you can say is okay?

He gripped your arm tighter and pulled you closer.

“Is that all you’re going to say? Okay?”

“Well what do you want me to say!?”

That came out a little louder than expected but whatever..all you wanted right now was to rush home and lock yourself in your room.

“Anything other than okay!”

“I’m sorry for listening to you and giving you the space you wanted!”

He scoffed and let you go, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew he should just apologize to you so you two could go back to before and get past this.

“..I’m sorry”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t really expect that.

“What?”

“I said i’m sorry alright?”

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After a while, it was actually a day and a half, you two were finally back to normal, you just tried to tone it down a bit. He noticed that, but he also noticed how your hand stopped brushing against his when you would walk together, how you seemed slightly less cheery when talking to him, how you stopped looking at him with a small little smile when he would talk.

He was walking back to a customer after finishing a commission when he heard your voice.

“-I don’t know how long I can take it anymore..! I can’t get rid of my stupid feelings! How do I make them go away!?”

He saw you shake Mualani as you looked like you were about to burst out into tears. Feelings? What feelings? Who were you talking about? His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to listen to what you were talking about.

“Uh- how are you sure he doesn’t like you back?”

“He was annoyed at me for spending time with him! He called me a friend..!”

Wait. Was it him you were talking about? He almost started praying to the archons then and there that it was him, he was ready to pay what ever price if you could return his feelings. He was snapped back into his thoughts as he heard Mualani confirm.

“Kinich is a weird guy, who knows?”

“Lani don’t get my hopes up..”

She gave you a small smile and then noticed Kinich standing a few feet behind you. She saw how his cheeks were slightly blushed and raised her eyebrow. He realized that she saw him and quickly left to find the customer.

Interesting.

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[deadhands69]

Cute When You Stutter

loser!Shigaraki x gn/afab Reader

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The photos you posted with Shigaraki were pretty popular among your friends, most of whom were absolutely surprised at the news of you having a boyfriend (especially the people who recognized him from the news.) Among the notifications you received, one message from an old friend stands out:

you’re bringing him to my party tonight, right?

Honestly, you forgot about the party until now. It’s too late to bail though, you've said you'd be there multiple times by now. 

Back to your screen, there are already five likes on the comment and a handful of responses all indicating they want to meet your new guy.

I don’t know, you respond, he’s probably busy

Thinking that will end the conversation, you go about your day.

Checking your phone a few hours later, you find that your comment only sparked more discussion from people who your ex has already gotten to. Statements like he’d leave you alone at a valentine’s party and i heard this was fake flood your screen.

A fleeting thought tells you to drop it. Go on with your life and ignore anyone who questions you. None of it needs to be their business. 

Given that that’s not gone well for you with anything to do with your ex, you abandon that sort of thinking and push further. You’ll have to bring Shigaraki by eventually if you’re continuing this, might as well rip off the bandaid and get it over with today. 

You pause at Tomura’s door, remembering that the last time you saw him he was running from your room after cumming in his pants. Please don’t be more awkward than usual you repeat to yourself. Knocking briefly, you enter unceremoniously. He abandons his game, pulling the cat ear headset onto his neck. This is a massive departure from his usual response of grumbling at you for invading his privacy.

Cutting straight to the point, you ask if he’ll continue the dating charade in person. Noting that you’ll absolutely make it worth his while.

“All this for that guy?” he asks, wrinkling his nose at the thought.

“No! Not really? It’s just,” your voice is shaking in frustration, “I know he’ll tell everyone and I don’t want my friends to pity me or be weird about it.” 

“So, it’s not even about him. It’s about your old friends.”

“Exactly,” your voice sounds as desperate as you feel and you know he can sense that, “you don’t even have to stay for very long. And I’ll-”

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” he says so casually that you’re not sure he fully understands what he agreed to.

“Thank you!” you exclaim, “it’s tonight. Leave at 8?”

“Okay,” he pulls his headset back on and returns to his game. As you leave, you barely hear him mumble under his breath, “if they still listen to what he says, I think you deserve better friends. No one here would ever do that.” 

Stumbling out the door of your bedroom, you realize with the amount of effort you put into looking presentable, you’re running slightly late. Shigaraki is waiting for you in the living room, having cleaned up surprisingly well. His hair is freshly washed, clothes clean, and whatever soap/deodorant combo he used smells amazing. For a moment, you forget why the two of you are going to this party together in the first place and begin to actually look forward to the evening. Giddy, even. You take a moment to remind yourself that this is the same guy who awkwardly huffs your laundry detergent because it smells like you, plays dating sims on full volume, and gets hard if you so much as glance in his direction. There’s no need to be nervous.

When you arrive, the party is already packed. Having expected a more quiet evening with maybe a few games or conversations, you’re a bit shocked to walk in and immediately see your ex trying to chug champagne from a beer bong.

“I should have warned you he’d be here,” one of your friends ushers the two of you into another room. “It’s just, you get it,” she pleads.

No, you don’t get it but you’ll keep the peace.

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble, pouring sweet sparkling wine from a sticky bottle into two plastic cups. 

“Cheers!” you say, sloshing your drink into Tomura’s. Even in a room full of people you know, you find yourself preferring to spend time with him. You have to admit he’s growing on you.

After an hour of small talk and dragging around your awkward arm candy, Shigaraki excuses himself to find a restroom. Now’s as good a time as any to refill your cup for what you're guessing is either the fourth or seventh time so you head to the kitchen. Your asshole ex misses absolutely no time in cornering you.

“You look nice tonight,” he says, arms caging you into the counter. Without a verbal response, you glare at him before ducking under his arm and walking away, champagne bottle in hand. He yells after you, “come on, that guy? He probably fucks his fist every night crying over you.”

You know he does, the two of you share a wall. And it’s cute, that’s part of why you like him. Wait…what? You’ll come back to that thought later. Heading to find Tomura in a rush, you collide with him in the hallway. Maybe it’s the dizzying amount of drinks you’ve already had but he looks so kissable. And you did say you’d make tonight worth his while.

Pulling him into the nearest door you see, you find yourself in the bathroom. Perfect. 

He still has the deer in the headlights look on his face as you lock the door behind you. You set the bottle of champagne on the counter, pressing him into the corner between the door and wall. He whimpers at your touch.

Dragging your lips over his, you whisper “I thought you’d be used to me by now.” You kiss him slowly, drawing it out. He hums as you lightly suck his bottom lip between your teeth. “I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve touched you.” His mouth cracks open, letting you slide your tongue over his. “And I know what you do every night, the walls are thin. I hear it when you moan my name.”

He blushes at the thought, wanting to be ashamed but he can't. Not with the way your sweet lips linger on his.

Your hand trails down the front of his thin shirt, past the hem, and to his growing erection. Tracing the outline of him, you reach to unbutton his pants.  Hand hovering over the zipper, you glance back at his face. He’s practically crying at your touch.

“P-please,” he quietly pleads.

It’s the furthest you’ve ever been with him and he hasn’t cum instantly and run away which is progress. Unzipping his pants and pulling the length of him out of his underwear, it’s prettier than you expected. He’s rock hard already, grinding himself into your hand. You wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking him slowly while you resume kissing him. Your mouth moves over his jaw and down his neck as he throws his head back, panting. His hands are fists at his side, trying hard not to touch anything.

“Fuck,” he whines, breathlessly. You suck his neck harder, bringing your free hand to massage his tip. 

Immediately, he throws his clenched hands around your shoulders. He groans, covering your hands in pearly white that drips between your fingers. You hum in amusement. How many times have you made him cum without ever getting to see it? He whimpers in overstimulation as you run your hands over him a few more times to get the last few drops out.

Crimson eyes follow you through the room as you move to wash your hands. 

“I- uhm, thanks,” he mumbles, struggling to pull his pants over his still hard dick. You smirk at him, while making yourself presentable again.

“Awe, fuck,” you mutter to your phone. In the four minutes you were in here with him, all hell seems to have broken loose outside. The few texts from your friends make you cringe.

your ex is out here

hes sad

you should give him another chance! he says hes really sorry

hes hotter than your new boyfriend anyways

“Ugghhh,” you grumble, taking a massive swig off the champagne bottle you nearly forgot on the bathroom counter. They know he cheated on you and they know how you felt about it, yet you're still having to deal with this.

“What, what’s going on?” Tomura asks, tailing you as you shove open the door and stumble into the hallway. You’re not really sure why, but you show him your phone.

“Oh,” he mouths, eyebrows raised. “Do you want to go?” he asks tentatively as you chug what’s left of the champagne.

As you enter the living room, one of your friends approaches, begging you to talk to him. Through double vision, you watch as your ex’s girlfriend rushes out the door, crying. She doesn’t deserve this, you decide, and neither do you. You sway slightly as you turn to Tomura who’s standing awkwardly by your side. 

And, the rest of the night is black. 

You don’t remember anything after that.

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[parasolladyansy]

How does N feel in this Survival AU? Does he realize the magnitude of which he is a puppet? Does he regret his role in all this? Does he hear the voices of the Pokémon separated from those they love and wonder if this is really what’s best?

EDIT: decided to add some screenshots from “The Plan” & a couple drawings to break up the wall of text lol

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🚩 TW trauma, narcissistic abuse, disassociation

N is in a truly terrible position on this timeline. If I can be very personal for a moment, he’s very much like who I imagine I would’ve been if I didn’t escape the toxic environment I was in (very, very short version: why I have C-PTSD).

In the Pokémon Evolutions animation, “The Plan” (VERY highly recommended), Ghetsis saw him as a blank slate to write the story of the Ideal Hero & King, an extension of himself who can be chosen by the Black Dragon (having enough self-awareness to know he wouldn’t be chosen).

We see evidence all through the original games that Ghetsis really infantilized & sheltered N. N’s room is full of very bright colors & more toys than one child could ever play with, & the only Pokémon Ghetsis allowed him to befriend were ones abused by humans.

This all made him very intelligent but emotionally / socially stunted, with a very carefully tailored view of the world - someone perfect to manipulate.

Ghetsis then goes on to appeal to the masses, appearing in places like Accumula Town, campaigning with impassioned words about liberating Pokémon, the same ones N grew up with. Some agreed with him, siding with Team Plasma & their message. Some, like us, didn’t.

That’s who N is when we first meet him.

Through BW, he starts to change - he, like me, saw things in the real world that contradicted what he was groomed to believe. He met humans & Pokémon who loved & supported each other, battled & grew together, & made the world around them better. Then, at the end, when we beat him, it finally sinks in that the version of the world Ghetsis showed him was a lie.

That’s why Ghetsis drops his act when N fails, revealing what he really thought of him: warped, defective, & inhuman. He, like most narcissists, demanded perfection & unquestioning loyalty, & the N who lost can give him neither of those things. There was no reason to continue the charade that N was a King, & that this fairy tale of white knights was just a way for him to take over Unova.

In Survival AU, that’s not what happened.

Instead, he praises N for defeating the “false” Hero & found him worthy of sharing his name (aka worthy of being an extension of himself).

Over the years, N had what little sense of self he was allowed erased away, replaced by the King Ghetsis wanted him to be. He might’ve even repressed the memories & emotions that might contradict this image he felt he had to maintain. I can also see him losing the ability of hearing Pokémon’s voices, because he can no longer hear the Truth…

Even then, I think he’d have locked the part of him that knows this isn’t right deep down, somewhere Ghetsis can’t reach. This part shows itself as a misery & frustration under the surface that doesn’t really let him be happy or satisfied with this world he (thinks) he created where Pokémon are free.

I’ve been thinking about Zekrom through all this, how they (like Reshiram) would love N like a child, protect him ferociously like a parent, & if they saw him stray, destroy the region in endless lightning like they did in the past. That’s why I’ve been thinking that maybe Zekrom was forced together with Kyurem, which that part of him deep down would object to but on the surface level, Ghetsis convinced him that this is how it should be.

So he sits there on his cold throne as the perfect King of Ideals.

—

Basically, N is miserable - on the surface level, he shut down his thoughts, memories, & feelings, genuinely believing & following everything Ghetsis says. Somewhere, deep down, he knows this isn’t right, & hopes that, in spite of everything…Reshiram’s Hero is alive somewhere, & can maybe help save him.

I‘d say that when he does receive word that Ansy is actually alive, that’s when that hope becomes stronger, & he starts to question again. From there would be the very difficult & agonizing process of detaching himself from Ghetsis…

But I think he can do it. 🌱

[srrynrk]

even if it takes an eternity . . . 西村力

hai im back maybe ! short kinda angsty drabble of vampire ki cause iv been obsessed with @hoo-n-i-ki's vampire/twilight rk story (๑ △ ๑)* not proofread bbbtttwww

"So, what? You're just gonna leave again?" Her voice was sharp and stern as it always was, even when she was being sweet, her tone never faltered.

And she spoke like someone who knew what they wanted, someone who knew exactly what to do, and she told herself that she was that person. Whether she believed that or not was a different question

Riki could sense the disappointment that crept up her throat; he knew it was his fault, she'd drag him back home with continuous quotes of "You can change", and "deep down there's still human in you", but he knew there wasn't. He knew that despite how much hope she had, he had lost all desire to ever rekindle his old human nature. At some point, her convictions and comforts had turned into silent prayers that he'd believe in himself and they knew that, but seeing his eyes, so red and cold, just past them she saw someone worth forgiving, someone worth fighting for.

Riki looked to the ground, his way of channeling his shame. "Why won't you give up?" Cold demeanor falling as his voice shook "Why won't you just move on. Iv accepted this and you should too."

Looking at him, so beautiful and so ruined. Sighing at the sight you thought for a moment, truly pondering on whether anything you said would help at all. "I think..." His eyes flickered up slightly, her voice sounding much less confident then it did a few moments ago. "If you were truly gone, the human side of you i mean. If he was truly gone, you wouldn't keep coming back. You'd stop hearing me out when i plead, and you wouldn't bother holding me when i run to you again and again. But you do, so clearly, even though you won't admit it, you have hope that you can be happy again."

His cold eyes softened slightly, only enough for her to notice. "The day i give up on you is the day i see you bleeding out in the snow. Until then ill keep trying, i mean... we have forever anyway right?"

"Don't you get tired of waiting on me?" The cold air filled her lungs as she took in a deep breath and hummed "No, not really" "Were doing nothing but going in circles." She sighed "If it's you, i don't mind going in circles, even if we have to do it for eternity." She smiled slightly, and he hated to admit it to himself but maybe a piece of him was still human. Seeing her smile, her fangs slightly peeking out from her lips, was something he missed more than anything while he was hiding, it made his heart feel like it was beating again, even for a split second.

He was scared of hurting her, of draining her of all her hope and happiness, but more than that he was scared of losing her, even if he'd never say that.

He'll probably run away again, and they'll probably have to start over like they have for months now, but their cold hands feel warm within each other, and their past regrets disappear when they're together, so even if they do keep going in circles, he knows he'll keep coming back, no matter what.

note: haii!!! Im back for now, the riki vampire fics have made me want to write again, and i currently have a weird obsession with vampires! idk why! But I'll probably expand on this/write a new rk vampire story in all !! ദ്ദി ˵ •̀ᵥ_ᵥ- ˵

lowk couldn't figure out how to end this so it's poorly done and this whole thing is lowk ass dookie, sorry ^^

[heliosunny]

Hello, may I request mydei and phainon reaction on self sacrificing reader? Both are in the middle of battle, but they fail to notice a sneak attack resulting reader shielding them. But instead of backing down, the reader just continue to attack the enemies ignoring their injuries, after battle reader still alive in the end, just barely (I'm not ready for angst 😔). Sorry if it's bad desc, I'm not good at explaining. Anyway, thank you.

You first met Phainon and Mydei when you were barely old enough to wield a sword. And if fate had been kinder, you never would have met them at all.

You had no noble blood, no great legacy. You were just a normal human, a child caught in the endless conflicts of kingdoms. Your only talent was surviving, and that was enough to bring you to the war camps where young warriors trained.

It was there that you met them.

The first time you saw Mydei, he was getting scolded by his instructor for fighting bare-handed instead of using his sword. He had just sent another boy crashing into the dirt with a well-placed throw, all while laughing like this was the best fun he’d had in weeks.

“You’re supposed to fight with a weapon!”

“But what if I lose my weapon? Gotta be ready for anything, right?”

You expected him to be arrogant. A prince, after all, had no reason to look twice at someone like you.

But when he caught you staring, he just flashed you an easygoing smile. “Hey. You fight?”

You hesitated. “…Yeah.”

His grin widened. “Great! Let’s spar.”

He didn’t give you time to refuse. Before you knew it, you were thrown into a match with him, and to your own surprise—you managed to hold your own.

When you knocked him flat on his back with sheer endurance alone, he just laughed.

“I like you.”

You frowned, breath still heavy from the fight. “That’s not how sparring works.”

“That’s how friendship works” he corrected, completely unbothered by the bruises forming on his arms.

And just like that, Mydei decided you were his friend.

If Mydei was chaos, Phainon was discipline.

You saw them for the first time in the middle of the training grounds, surrounded by fallen opponents. Not one of them had been able to land a hit.

Phainon was not just a warrior—they were a force of nature. Their movements were efficient, precise, with no wasted energy. Where Mydei fought like a wild storm, Phainon fought like a perfectly honed blade.

And yet, when they turned those sharp eyes to you, there was no arrogance—only assessment.

“You” they said, stepping toward you. “Fight me.”

“…What?”

“I’ve seen you train” he said, voice steady, logical. “You’re not strong, not fast—but you endure. Show me.”

You had no choice but to fight. Phainon was ruthless, pushing you harder than you thought possible, knocking you down over and over.

But when you refused to stay down, when you stood back up on shaking legs, they finally spoke again.

“…Not bad.”

It was the closest thing to acknowledgment you’d ever get.

From that moment on, Phainon kept an eye on you. They never forced their presence on you like Mydei did, but they were always watching. Training with you. Correcting your form. Testing your limits.

It wasn’t friendship in the usual sense.

You were never meant to stand beside them.

One was a prince, born to rule. One was a warrior, destined for conquest. And you? You were just human.

But none of that mattered to them.

Unlike Mydei, who was born into royalty, or Phainon, who had carved their name into history through sheer force, you had nothing. No title, no noble blood, no powerful lineage to back you.

So you clawed your way up from the dirt.

You trained until your body was broken. You endured countless battles, taking orders from those who would rather see you dead than standing beside them. You survived betrayals, wounds that should have killed you, and nights spent in cold trenches while nobles feasted in safety.

You suffered because you had to.

And eventually, you earned your place.

You weren’t the strongest. You weren’t the fastest. But you were relentless.

By the time you stood as an equal beside Phainon and Mydei, you had already been through hell.

And they knew.

----

The campfire crackled, casting flickering shadows against the worn faces of your soldiers. The night was cold, but the warmth of camaraderie kept the chill at bay. After a long patrol, exhaustion should have weighed on everyone’s shoulders, but instead, laughter echoed across the clearing.

You leaned back against a log, arms crossed, watching as your team exchanged stories, tales of near-misses, foolish mistakes, and victories hard-earned.

But as always, the conversation turned to you.

"Come on, Captain" one of the younger knights grinned, nudging you with his elbow. "Tell us another one. The one where you held the pass against the raiders—alone!"

You raised a brow. "I wasn't alone. I had twenty men."

"Against a hundred raiders" another soldier interjected. "And still, none of us could have done what you did."

Murmurs of agreement passed through the group. Even those who had been quiet before now leaned in, waiting.

You exhaled. You weren’t one for boasting. The fight had been brutal, the kind that left scars deeper than flesh. But this was more than just storytelling—it was morale. Your men respected you not because of your birth, but because of what you had endured beside them.

And so, you gave them what they wanted.

You spoke of the storm, the cold bite of steel, the way the enemy came in waves. You described the desperation, the way your body had nearly given out, but you had refused to fall. You told them how you had stood—how you had fought until the last breath, until the tide had finally turned in your favor.

By the time you finished, the air was thick with awe.

"You're a damn legend" one of them muttered.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No. Just someone too stubborn to die."

The laughter that followed was warm, genuine.

But across the fire, Phainon and Mydei sat in silence, watching you with unreadable expressions. You didn't have to hear their thoughts to know what they were thinking.

They hated this. Hated how your men adored you for the very thing that drove you into the ground. Hated how you spoke of near-death with nothing more than quiet acceptance. Hated that you kept proving, again and again, that you would rather break than yield.

And most of all—

They hated that they couldn’t stop you.

----

The battlefield had been left behind hours ago, the scent of blood and steel still lingering in the air. Though the war never truly stopped, for one night, you, Phainon, and Mydei found yourselves in the rarest of circumstances—a moment of peace.

The three of you sat atop a high cliff, overlooking the vast plains that stretched beyond the horizon. The stars were sharp and clear, and the wind was cool against your skin, carrying with it the distant hum of life beyond war.

Phainon lay sprawled against the grass, arms folded behind his head, his silver hair catching the moonlight. He looked peaceful.

Mydei sat cross-legged, methodically sharpening their blade. The rhythmic sound of steel against whetstone was the only thing keeping them from getting restless.

You were silent, watching them both, content in the quiet.

For once, neither of them seemed interested in lecturing you about your reckless choices in battle.

“You never talk about it.” Phainon’s voice broke the silence.

You blinked. “Talk about what?”

“What it was like,” he said, still looking up at the sky. “Before all this. Before you fought your way to where you are.”

Of course, he’d ask that. He always wanted to know more.

Mydei didn’t speak, but they were watching you now—golden eyes sharp and waiting.

You weren’t sure how to answer.

What could you even say? That you had spent your youth crawling through the filth, scraping for survival while people like them lived in castles? That no matter how much you proved yourself, there were still nobles who sneered at you, waiting for the day you finally broke?

Instead, you just shrugged. “It was hell.”

Phainon turned his head toward you, frowning. “That’s it?”

You smirked. “What else do you want? A poetic speech?”

“Hm. Maybe.” He rolled onto his side, propping his head up. “You never let anyone see the weight you carry.”

“You don’t need to carry it alone.” Mydei’s voice was quiet, but firm.

You glanced at them. Their hands were still steady, but there was something restrained in their posture, as if they were holding back something heavier than words.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’ve always carried it alone.”

Mydei clicked his tongue. “That’s the problem.”

You sighed. “You two wouldn’t get it.”

“We do.”

You paused. There was no hesitation in their voice. Because they had fought their own wars, too. Different from yours, but battles all the same.

For a moment, none of you spoke.

Then Phainon grinned, stretching. “Alright. Since we’re being honest tonight—” He suddenly sat up, his eyes glinting mischievously. “If you weren’t so stubborn, I’d have kidnapped you and kept you in a palace by now.”

You snorted. “You wouldn’t get the chance.”

“I’d find a way.” His smile was too wide, too knowing. “Or Mydei would beat me to it.”

Mydei said nothing, but the way their gaze lingered on you said enough.

You rolled your eyes. “You two are ridiculous.”

----

The palace was drowning in chaos. The walls that once gleamed with wealth were smeared with blood, bodies of soldiers and assassins alike littering the marble floors. The chandeliers swayed from the force of battle, casting flickering shadows across the carnage.

Screams, steel clashing, the sickening crunch of bones breaking—it all blurred together in the madness of war.

You didn’t have time to think. You fought on instinct.

Your blade tore through enemy after enemy, your breath ragged, sweat mixing with the grime on your face.

But even as you cut down the last opponent in your path, you felt it.

Through the haze of battle, your gaze snapped toward Phainon and Mydei.

They were cutting through enemies with brutal efficiency—Phainon’s movements were deceptively relaxed, his silver hair whipping through the air as his sword cut down a soldier trying to flee. Mydei fought with terrifying force, every strike designed to kill.

But they didn’t see what you saw. A shadow slipping between the columns, too fast for an ordinary soldier.

A glint of steel—aimed for Phainon’s back.

Another enemy, moving low, aiming straight for Mydei’s unguarded side.

You moved.

A sharp whoosh of air as the assassin’s blade descended—

And you were there first.

Pain exploded through your body as the dagger buried itself deep into your side. You felt it tear through flesh, hot blood gushing down your armor.

But you didn’t let it stop you.

With a snarl, you twisted your own blade, cutting through the assassin’s ribs. They crumpled against you, lifeless, but the second attacker was still moving.

You forced your battered body forward, barely managing to intercept them before they could reach Mydei. Your weapon met theirs in a brutal clash, sparks flying from the force of impact.

The pain was unbearable.

Your vision blurred. Your legs screamed at you to stop.

But you kept fighting.

Something cold dug into your ribs, slicing deeper into your wounds. You barely managed to kill the last assassin before you staggered.

“Y/N!”

You barely registered Phainon’s voice before another enemy rushed forward.

Your fingers tightened around your weapon, forcing your body to move—

But this time, you were too weak.

Mydei's eyes blazed with fury as he cut the enemy down in a single, merciless strike.

“Fall back.” Mydei’s voice was sharp, his breathing controlled—but his hands were shaking.

You tried to push forward instead. “I can still—”

A hand grabbed your wrist. Phainon.

His grip was tight, almost painful. His blue eyes, always unreadable, were now filled with raw, unrestrained rage.

“You’re done.”

Your body gave out.

The battlefield was gone.

All that remained was you, barely breathing, and the two who refused to let you go.

Phainon and Mydei had fought countless battles. They had seen warriors fall, seen blood spill across countless lands. But nothing..nothing had ever made their hearts stop the way it did when your body collapsed in their arms.

Your skin was deathly pale, drenched in too much blood. Your breath came in weak, ragged gasps, every exhale sounding like it could be your last.

Phainon knelt beside you, his hands pressing hard against your wounds in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

“Stay with me” he muttered, voice hoarse. His hands were slick with your blood, and no matter how hard he pressed, it wouldn’t stop.

You didn’t respond.

Mydei was already barking orders at the soldiers. His golden eyes, sharp as ever, held none of his usual composure.

They had never been frantic before.

“We need the best healer” Mydei snapped, “Now.”

A knight hesitated. “The nearest healer is—”

“The best. Find the best in the kingdom. If they take too long...I’ll make them regret it.”

The soldiers ran.

But even with the best healer, would it be enough?

Phainon and Mydei didn’t know.

With you in Mydei’s arms, your body limp against his chest, he sprinted through the war-torn corridors of the palace. Blood from your wounds stained his armor, dripping onto the cracked marble floors with every hurried step. Phainon ran beside him

Every second mattered.

You weren’t allowed to die.

Not after everything. Not after you survived hell to get where you were.

Mydei moved faster.

They both knew exactly where to go.

The grand hall of healers was a place untouched by war, its white stone walls glowing beneath the soft light of enchanted lanterns. The scent of herbs and incense clashed with the overwhelming stench of blood that followed Phainon and Mydei as they burst through the entrance.

A group of healers turned in shock, their pristine robes paling at the sight of the two warriors—covered in your blood.

“Save my friend.” Mydei ordered.

The head healer, an older woman with sharp eyes, stepped forward. “Put them here” she instructed, motioning to a large healing table.

Mydei carefully lowered you down, but his hands lingered longer than necessary. As if letting go would mean losing you.

Phainon stood at your side, arms crossed, his fingers digging into his sleeves. He watched as the healers swarmed around you, their hands already moving, pressing against your wounds, muttering incantations and preparing potions.

One of them turned toward Mydei and Phainon.

“They’ve lost a dangerous amount of blood,” the healer said grimly. “And the wound was deep—if it had gone any farther, it would have been fatal.”

Phainon’s jaw clenched.

“But?” Mydei demanded.

The healer hesitated. “They are alive.”

For a moment, neither Phainon nor Mydei spoke. The tension in their shoulders didn’t ease, their expressions didn’t change.

But something in them released—like a thread that had been stretched to its limit, finally loosening.

As the healers worked, neither of them moved from your side.

They wouldn’t leave you alone.

Because if you woke up and they weren’t there—

They didn’t know if they’d ever forgive themselves.

Hours passed, maybe days, but you never stirred.

The healers did everything they could. The best potions, the most advanced spells—everything to stabilize you. But in the end, it was your body that had to fight.

Phainon never left your side.

Not even once.

He sat by your bed, his arms resting on his knees, his fingers digging into his palms. His blue eyes—once so sharp, so full of amusement—looked hollow.

He watched over you like a sentinel, barely blinking, barely breathing whenever you exhaled just a little too softly.

He spoke sometimes, his voice rough, low, meant only for you to hear.

“You’re really pushing it this time, huh?”

A pause. His fingers twitched against his knee.

“You’re not allowed to die, you know.”

His chest tightened painfully. His heartbeat felt wrong without you awake to match its rhythm.

Mydei didn’t sit.

He paced.

His golden eyes never left you, his hands clenched so tightly at their sides that their nails dug into their palms.

He should’ve noticed the assassin.

He should’ve been fast enough to stop it.

And now, you were paying for it.

The first night, he barely said a word.

He stood at the far end of the room, back straight, jaw locked, every inch of him looking like they were ready for battle—except he wasn’t.

“…You’re an idiot”

A shaky breath.

“We told you not to throw yourself into war.”

“Next time…” His voice wavered. “Next time, you let me take the hit.”

The room was silent. Phainon still sat beside you, unmoving. Mydei stayed at the edge of your bed, eyes dark with guilt.

Neither of them spoke.

Neither of them slept.

Neither of them moved unless it was to check if you were still breathing.

Because until you woke up—

Nothing else mattered.

It started with a breath.

Phainon noticed first.

His sharp blue eyes, which had been locked onto your face for days, widened the second your fingers twitched. He straightened so fast his chair nearly toppled over, his heart slamming against his ribs.

“Y/N?” His voice was hoarse, his throat dry from days of barely speaking.

Mydei’s head snapped toward you

Your eyelids fluttered.

A slow, exhausted movement, like lifting them took more energy than you had. The world was blurry at first, too bright—but the moment you saw two figures hovering over you, you knew.

They were still here.

“…Stop” you rasped, voice barely above a whisper. “…staring.”

Phainon exhaled a shaky laugh—relieved, but also furious.

“You absolute menace” he muttered, but there was no heat behind it. His shoulders shook, his usual confidence shattered. “Do you have any idea how long you kept us waiting?”

“…You’re idiots” you mumbled, still exhausted, still in pain. But the words were laced with something softer. Something grateful.

Phainon let out a slow breath, running a hand through his messy silver hair.

“You’re one to talk.” he muttered.

Mydei finally spoke, their voice quieter than usual.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

You didn’t respond right away.

Because you couldn’t promise that.

You all knew it.

You barely had time to process being alive before they smothered you.

Phainon and Mydei weren’t the type to hover—or so you thought.

But as the days passed, as you drifted in and out of consciousness, you realized something:

You were never alone.

Phainon was always there when you woke up.

Sometimes sitting on the chair beside your bed, boots propped up on the frame like he had no care in the world. Other times, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you like a hawk.

At first, you thought it was a coincidence.

Then you woke up at three different times in the night and saw him still there.

“Phainon” you muttered, voice weak. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep when you stop looking like death” he shot back, tossing a small piece of fruit at you.

You barely caught it with your sluggish reflexes. “…Did you just throw food at a wounded person?”

“Gotta make sure you’re still functional” he said with a smirk, but his fingers drummed anxiously against his arms. “Eat it. You need strength.”

The next time you woke, he was gone. But the blanket was pulled higher over you, and a small tray of food rested at your bedside.

Unlike Phainon, Mydei didn’t talk much.

Instead, he acted. When your muscles were stiff from days in bed, he was the one who helped you stretch. Silent but firm, guiding your movements with precise hands, ensuring you didn’t push too hard.

When the bandages needed to be changed, he did it himself.

“I should’ve noticed the attack.....I should’ve stopped it before you had to.”

You frowned. “…It’s not your fault.”

Then, without a word, Mydei tightened the bandage a little too much.

“Ow.”

He didn’t apologize.

But the next day, when you struggled to sit up, he was already there—offering a silent hand for you to take.

Phainon and Mydei switched shifts without speaking. If one left, the other appeared like clockwork.

When you finally stood on your own, Phainon cheered like you had won a tournament. “Look at you! Walking! I almost forgot you had legs.”

“You’re still weak” Mydei muttered.

“Thanks for the confidence boost.” You rolled your eyes

Their hands hovered near your arm, like they were ready to catch you if you so much as wobbled.

----

“Alright, Y/N, you’ve had your fun. But no more war for you.”

“…Excuse me?”

“We’re not letting you go back” Mydei stated.

You stared at him. Then at Phainon. Then back at Mydei.

“…That’s not your decision to make.”

Phainon sighed dramatically, pushing off the wall. “See, that’s the thing—you clearly don’t make good decisions for yourself. Case in point: nearly dying.”

“You nearly die all the time” you shot back.

You turned to Mydei, expecting at least some reason from him. “You know I can’t just sit here and—”

“You will.” His voice was calm, but unyielding. “You’re not throwing yourself into another battle.”

You clenched your jaw. Frustration bubbled.

“You can’t stop me” you said, evenly.

Phainon and Mydei exchanged a look.

Then Phainon smiled way too cheerfully. “Oh, we absolutely can.”

Days passed. You regained your strength, your mobility.

But Phainon and Mydei never budged.

They weren’t just forbidding you from going back to war. They were enforcing it.

Phainon kept distracting you—always dragging you into conversations, sparring matches, or just physically blocking the exit with a lazy grin.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You scowled. “Outside.”

“Mm. Sounds fake.”

And Mydei? He didn’t play games.

He simply stood there. His golden eyes pinned you in place, and when you tried to slip past him, his hand shot out—gripping your wrist.

“You’re not leaving.”

One evening, you snapped.

“You can’t keep me locked here like some fragile thing,” you spat, fists clenched. “I fought my way up! I bled for my place in the army, and I’ll keep fighting whether you like it or not!”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“You think we don’t know how hard you fought?” His blue eyes burned with something unreadable. “You think we don’t know what you sacrificed?”

“We watched you almost die, Y/N.”

“And you would do it again” Mydei added, “Without hesitation.”

You turned to them, ready to argue—but stopped. You could fight them. You could keep arguing, keep pushing, keep forcing yourself into battle until you finally didn’t make it out.

Or

You could stay.

Not out of weakness.

But because, for the first time, someone was telling you

You’ve done enough.

You let out a slow breath, your shoulders finally relaxing.

“…Fine.”

Two pairs of eyes locked onto you—one shocked, one wary.

Phainon’s grin was slow, careful. “Fine?”

You huffed. “Fine. But if you both get yourselves killed without me, I’ll find a way to haunt you.”

Mydei let out the smallest, barely noticeable breath—relief.

Phainon’s grin widened. “Aw, you do care.”

You rolled your eyes.

But when Mydei placed a steady, reassuring hand on your shoulder and Phainon bumped his fist against yours with a lopsided smirk, you realized you weren’t fighting alone.

[fl3shm4id3n]

hii i love ur writing sm! can i request thanos's reaction to pastel pink hair? in or out of the games, smut or fluff, it doesnt matter!

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 '𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʙᴀᴄᴋᴜᴘ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅɪɢɪɢᴜʀʟ- ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ

Tw: Love at first sight type shit, SMUT, kissing/making out, backstage dressing room sex, mirror sex, recording, taking pictures, backshots, titty grabbing, unprotected sex (if you're gonna get silly, wrap your willy), a bit of cockwarming.

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

You stood out, a lot. Probably because of your pink hair. Out of all your dance mates, you were the only one with bright pink hair. Sure, other members have different hair colors as well, but their shades were much darker while yours was pretty eye catching. Maybe that's why Thanos wouldn't leave you alone.

During the shooting of the video, he'd have you close to him, way close. You also noticed how he'd stare at you as you danced. The way your body moved to the music and he loved how those angel wings looked on you. Since then, you were on his mind. He'd ask for your number and socials, for professional purposes at first. They'd be days where you'd be called or texted by him, asking if you could come by the studio to help him out. Those meet ups became frequent.

Your group mates caught on, they've told you that Thanos has the hots for you. But you didn't want to see it at first. You couldn't deny that Thanos was very handsome, talking to him made your stomach turn and your heart race. Even made your clit buzz. But you pushed those feelings aside and thought he was being nice and simply recognized your talent for dancing. They'd roll their eyes, sure he was.

That day, Thanos had called you, asking you to come by the studio again, since he had made some changes and he wanted your opinion. You thought that your group leader would be the one to talk about stuff like that with him. But Thanos needed your opinion first, then he'd talk with your group leader. That made sense.

And here you were. In the dressing room, naked with just a pair of light pink angel wings while Thanos was literally railing you from behind. Your cheek was pressed against the cool mirror and you held onto the table as best as you could. You could feel how Thanos was thrusting inside you. It's been a while since you've been intimate with anyone. It felt great if not better than before for some reason.

You gasped when you felt Thanos tip hitting that spot inside you. Making your body shiver and your back slightly arching. Your walls tightening around him as much as they could. And your eyes were slowly shutting themselves. Wishing it wouldn't end. "Fuck." You heard Thanos moan against your temple, with an arm wrapped around your waist, fondeling your breast while with his free hand he recorded what was going on. He had asked if he could record you both. You thought it would be interesting to have something like that on your phone.

"I knew the moment I saw you-" Thanos tried to finish, but he groaned as he continued to thrust in your newly found tightness. "You were an angel! My guardian angel!" He whined, almost pathetically. That turned you on even more. You wondered how he'd look like if he cried. You'd be on your knees for sure. You were so in the moment that you didn't feel Thanos bring you into a kiss. When you caught on, you kissed him as best as you could. But you were too weak and way in the moment to kiss him properly. You could feel how his tongue practically shoved itself into your mouth. You moan when you felt his tongue brush against yours. His lips tasted like that peach flavored vape that he carried that day. You were in heaven.

You then felt on a jolt hit your body when you felt his fingers rubbing your sensitive clit. Having you whine against his lips. He didn't pull away from the kiss, he never wanted to pull away from your lips. His thrusts got even more faster. The sound of skin slapping got louder and increased. "Ah!" You moaned against his lips, eyes shutting more tightly. While that was going on, Thanos sat his phone to the side, positioning it so that it could get a good view. He then got a hold on your hip with his now free hand and continued his thrusts.

Your legs began to give out, you couldn't take it anymore. You were going to explode any moment now. Thanos had pulled away from your lips. Allowing you to gasp for air, he continued to rub your clit and thrust at the same time. Your whole body was hot and covered in a coat of sweat, your nails dug onto the wood of the table. Holding on to dear life. Yours and Thanos breathing was all that you could hear. It was too much, you felt tears developing in your eyes. Threatening to spill from your lower eyelids. You felt your legs finally numb completely. You almost couldn't feel them anymore. Then it hit you.

You felt your orgasm shock your whole body to the point of seeing stars and bright lights. You couldn't help but scream at this point. Thanos had cummed too, filling you up completely. It felt like he didn't stop. He just kept on pumping you full until he was completely drained. As you tried to recover from that mind blowing orgasm. You felt Thanos lie his chest on your back and his forehead on your shoulder. You could feel his heavy breath on your shoulder blade. It almost made you shiver. He then left a small peck against your skin. That felt nice, making your chest flatter.

Thanos looked over at his phone, seen that it was still recording. He grabbed it and ended the video. He'll look at it later that say for sure. Before you could move, he held you still. "Let me take a picture you. You look real good right now." He said, you stayed still, but you couldn't help but look at him over your shoulder. Seen how he was taking a picture of you in this position. In all sorts of angels. Almost as if he wanted to get every part of you. "Perfect." He said, with a smirk while looking at the picture he took of you.

"Can I see it?" You asked, he then handed you his phone so that you could see the pictures. They did look good, very good. Thanos was good at taking pictures. "Ya know, this one could be a good album cover." He said, while you both looked at the last photo. "Maybe, but I don't know. What would you tell your manager and producer about this image? Plus, my face is showing." You added. "We can, blur out your face or just not show it." He said. But you just looked at him. "My hair will be shown and everyone knows that I have pink hair." You added.

Thanos rolled his eyes. "What? Is it a crime that I want everyone to know who my muse is?" He asked. "No, It's just that. I don't know." You said, while a bit embarrassed. "We'll see." You simply said, Thanos only nodded, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug close to his chest. Not minding the pair of wings on him. If it were up to him, you'd never take them off. "You're an angel, you know that." He said, affectionately as he kissed your shoulder sweetly. "I'm your angel." You responded, that made his cock twitch and you felt it, still inside you.

[sleepymothafterhours]

Anyone but you

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If you haven't yet please go read Part One <3 as this is a direct continuation

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fic warnings: angst (with a happy ending) , probably wrong medical descriptions, wound descriptions, grief, zayne lowkey has a mental breakdown, hospitals, unhappy marriages? lmk if i missed something

Word count: 2,300

(yes its shorter than the other, I didn't have a whole lot more to say but i did wanna make a part two,)

Check out sleepy moths after thoughts at the end for everythign els + taglist

The Incident (AKA before reader met Zayne)

You had called her, on the way to her place already because you knew your hunter friend would never say no. When she picked up you were about a block away. "Hey, hope I didn't interrupt your date. You home?' You could hear her giggle into the receiver before she told you she'd be ready in a minute. It wasn't uncommon for you to call each other on the way to a mission where you knew you'd need backup. You never regret making a phone call more than you did after that night. You giggled with each other when she got in the car, you asked her about the guy, all she gave you was a sly smile and told you he was "Just an old friend".

The wanderer you'd found was bigger than you had expected. Everything happened so fast. There was fire everywhere, yours, the monsters, it had collapsed a building. You didn't hear her tell you to watch out before you felt its talons slash at your front.

"I'm alright." You yelled but fuck it stung. The thing had some weird tail on the end of it, like a scorpion from the hell. You took it down, you thought. You were trying to put of a fire before you heard it. The schlick sound of a talon impaling human flesh.

She was on the ground before you could take the thing out once and for all. "Shit shit shit." You swore under breath dropping to your knees with a wince. The adrenaline was wearing off and all your wounds were hitting you at once. Your hands shook as you reached for bandages, something, anything, from your bag. "You're okay. Its okay." You said holding her hand, she was cold, she only seemed to get colder. You did everything you knew to do from your training, this wasn't your first time tying a tourniquet but you knew death when you saw it and she was going to die. There was only so much you could do, after all your evol only "blessed" you with the power to destroy. Not to fix.

Paramedics found you after what felt like an eternity, one of them tried to pry you away, tried to get you into an ambulance. "I'm fine help her." You said trying to get the man to go away, he was persistent, your wounds were easy to cover with your jacket. "Get off of me. Help her." She died holding your hand. You hadn't registered it in your shock.

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Present day

You push all thoughts out of your head about this fight and its parallels to the last. Dwelling would only get you killed.

This fight was quick but the wanderer was strong. It had knocked through you a couple times, your head ached with the effort it took to stay conscious. Your heart sank as you watched the girl fighting alongside you collapse when the wander turned to dust. You crawled your way over to her checking her for any injuries she may have sustained. "You okay?" You asked foolishly.

"Okay enough to live. Glad you're still in one piece." She said with a chuckle as paramedics arrived. The same scene played through your mind again. You shook off paramedics demanding they help her and now they knew better than to try and get you to cooperate. Plus you weren't bleeding. At least not that noticeably.

"I'm going home. Call me when she wakes up." You said limping back to the girls car to drive yourself home.

You leaned on the bathroom wall for support as you peeled off your shirt to inspect the damages, the scarring from the incident years ago just above a new gash in your abdomen. It didn't look like it would kill you. If anything what might kill you were your knees, which felt like they were crumbling with each step you took. The stench of blood hitting your nose nauseated you, you cleaned and bandaged the wound to the best of your ability but you knew you needed a doctor.

Something in you told you to wake him but you didn't. Couldn't.

You slid down the wall with shaking hands as you tried stapling the wound together. There was no choice but to get your husband.

"Zayne.." You called your voice sounding more meek than you wanted it to. He slept on the side away from the bathroom there was no way he'd hear it. "Zayne!" You tried yelling you heard the bed shift as he seemed to wake. "I need your help." You said, voice cracking on your words.

He was on you in a moment, the light from the bathroom seeping into your bedroom as he flung the door open and knelt down beside you. "What is it?" His voice, normally so soft spoken was firm, and serious now. He looked up at the first aid kit on the counter and back down at you. "My love.."

"I didn't know what else to do." You winced when he got to work disinfecting it, it was freezing, you never did good with the cold. You tried to stay still as he bandaged your wound but the chill was in your bones you couldn't stop shaking. "its so.. fucking..cold." You chattered.

"I know love." he said checking you for any other more serious injuries, the bleeding hadn't stopped, you were tired, god you were tired. "No no. Stay awake for me sweetie." he said patting your face gently until your eyes opened up again. "You need a hospital." He stood despite your protests and lifted you gingerly in his arms.

"No. I'm okay. No hospitals. Please." Your head felt heavy as you rested it on his chest. Your eyes closing again for just a moment.

"Lemme see those pretty eyes sweetheart, c'mon, open your eyes."

"I'm S'posed to be mad at you." You murmured as he took you to the car, he set you down, somehow managing to buckle you in without bumping your injuries, He adjusted the mirror so he could make sure you were awake. "M so sleepy..n cold, I'm so cold." He put a hand on your forehead checking for fever, just in case.

"Need you to try and stay awake for me my love. Can you do that for me?" He felt so far away, you nodded and he chided you for a verbal answer.

He asked you so many questions in the car it made your head throb more than it already was. Until he ran out, until he found he couldn't say anything without potentially crying. Zayne couldn't do this again. He wouldn't survive losing another person he loved so dearly.

Your voice took him out of his thoughts and what you said just about shattered his heart. "Do you hate me?" He couldn't ever.

"Quite the contrary sweetie. Love you so much I put a ring on your pretty finger. Eyes." He couldn't bear seeing you cry like this.

"But your so far away all the time.." Neither you nor him can figure out why this is what your so fixated on talking about. "Like you never wanna see me no more."

It's cause I'm petrified at the thought of this exact scenario. Zayne thinks, he barely survived losing her but gods not you. Anyone but you. He would beg the gods for it for the rest of his life so long as you stayed.

He's lifting you up out of the car apologizing under his breath when you cry out in pain, there's nurses rushing to you both.

"I'm sorry I went back. And I'm sorry she's gone. Wasn't s'posed to be like that." You can barely talk and your eyes feel heavy as nurses are helping him put you on a gurney. "Hush now my love, focus on getting better." He says following the nurses inside. He's not used to being the one waiting. The one sitting in the waiting room, trembling in the plastic seats and waiting for something. Anything. He's filling out paperwork he doesn't even remember being handed, coworkers are asking him why he is here, why he is shaking and he waves them off.

He stays that way until he can't stand it anymore. He goes to his office and waits some more. Zayne is enraged but not with you, somehow never with you. He is enraged at himself and the universe and it's cruel ways and the wanderers that dare try and touch you and now especially he is angry at the one that dared to hurt you like this. Your words play back at him. Had he really been so distant with you? He's throwing the papers off his desk with something that could only be described as a roar of pain. He hates that he's the reason those questions graced your mind. He was losing you and it was his fault.

For the first time since she died Zayne's found himself on the floor of his office, papers scattered haphazardly around him, knees tucked to his chest, he's sobbing.

He falls asleep on his office floor waiting for news about you. He's found the next morning by a concerned nurse. She takes him to your room. You're awake, who knows what time it is by now Zayne hadn't bothered to check.

"You have a concussion." He says matter of factly, "As well as a broken rib."

"Are you here as my doctor or my husband." You say looking out the window, you seemed to look directly anywhere but him.

"That depends. Are you more mad at your doctor or your husband." You crack a smile at the dry humor. You always did.

"Well I'm pretty furious with my husband, but I think I told my doctor specifically no hospitals, so they're tied." Zayne reaches out and brushes a hair out of your face.

"You were going to die if I didn't. I couldn't lose you." He says softly.

"You hardly spare me a glance these days. I doubt you'd notice." Even injured your rage seemed to never die out. "But hearing you don't hate me was nice." So you did remember that conversation. Zayne placed his hand over yours, you were still shivering.

"You're still cold?" He pulls a blanket up closer to you, your tempted to smack his hand away. You don't. He's grateful for this, you can see it in his eyes.

"I meant what I said you know. I do love you. Just as much as the day I married you maybe even more. I was scared when you took your hunting job back. I was cowardly and it pushed you away from me instead of keeping you safe." His hand cups your cheek, hands you water from the hospital standard water bottle you were given. "If you decide to keep hunting I understand and I respect-"

"I'm quitting." You interrupted his statement, he seems shocked right back into his seat. "I never wanted to go back. Everyone wanted me to go back. To honor Her. I thought it was the right thing to do. I hate it now. I want a desk job, or a teaching job. I want you. And our routine and I want you holding me to sleep instead of going to bed with a cold note and waking up without you." For a moment he doesn't seem to believe you.

"You don't have to do this my love."

"Going back has done nothing but royally fuck our marriage. I miss what we were. I want it back. I'm so sick of this shit Zayne, getting hurt, watching people die. Getting fuckin' oggled cause everyone knows I was supposed to die." You might as well be babbling nonsense, he listens nonetheless, like he always does.

"So unless they plan to promote me to a job where I command people and I don't go out anymore. I am quitting." You say finally, leaning back on the hospital bed. He nods. This is what he wants, there's no talking you out of this and he knows that much.

"You asked me if I hate you." He speaks matter of factly again, "I never have. Never. I have been extremely unfair to you these past few months and I am so so sorry my love. I was afraid to lose you and instead of dealing with it I pushed you away. I stopped seeing you in front of me." He gets up to kiss you gently. The first in months and oh how you missed his lips on yours. "I will never miss what's right in front of me again."

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You're released from the hospital 3 weeks after this. You made good on your word. Your boss tried to keep you, but you refused. She ended up giving you a promotion, an office job, your status just a step below hers, you went home ever day at nearly 5pm and made dinner and your life went back to semi-normal.

You found Zayne in the kitchen one night getting home late. He holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head gently and swaying the two of you back and fourth in the kitchen. You missed this. You missed him. Everything finally felt right again.

He had you, and you had him, you loved him so deeply it hurt and he never felt so strongly for anyone but you.

Sleepy Moths afterthoughts: so if there's one thing you need to know its that I have to make my angst end well,

one day I'll write angst with a sad ending but today is not gonna be that day. I loved writing this fic so much, I love Zayne so much oh my god i just wanna ewptsdfhjickmaegpluh. (He's not even my main)

anyway its midnight thirty and I am fucking exhausted, goodnight, i hope you all enjoyed this fic <3

Taglist: @theink-stainedfolk , @alfredosaws , @sylv-1a , @cordidy , @leighsartworks216 , @midiplier , @melonssoup , @sw3etfawn111 , @dhunhdchrih , @i-messed-up-big-time , @fandomenbylover , @notisekais , @jeonjenny , @heeknow , @syluslittlecrows , @sleep-all-day-everyday , @yumi-34 , @k-u-m-a-c-h-a-n , @holywolfsstuff

[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day eleven: good night

ᰔ pairing: general marcus acacius x reader

ᰔ summary: it's late, and you can't remember the last time marcus had come to bed. will one last plea work?

ᰔ author's note: another short and hurt-sweet one!!! also, i finally made a masterlist for this series!!! check it out here :) thank you to everyone who reads these, i love and appreciate you all!

ᰔ content warning: general acacius being good at his job, emotional and physical absence, sad-ish with a happy ending, non-descript reader

"Marcus, are you in here?" Your voice was soft as you pushed the door to the study in. You hadn't heard any voices, but the candlelight that came from beneath the doorway gave you a hint.

As of late, Marcus has thrown himself into the next battle strategy that he had been ordered to execute. It had consumed his thoughts and his time, even as you two lay in bed.

You had noticed the distant look in his eyes. Even with his food, he shifted it around the plate as if they were tiny soldiers fighting on the field. No matter what you did, he was too engrossed in the impending doom that came with conquest.

"Yes, my love." His voice sounded so distant, despite only the few feet that separated the two of you. It made your stomach knot with worry.

"It is getting late." You stepped further into the study, already donned in your nightgown. You had been ready to retire to your bed long ago, but it felt odd to sleep on your own. Not when you knew your source of comfort was across the domus, instead of an ocean away.

"I'll be in bed soon," Marcus shook his head. He didn't look up from the map, his eyes fixated on the battleships in front of him. You watched him, the way he worried as he bit his lower lip.

When you two courted, Marcus was upfront about what his job entailed as a general. The long nights, his rough exterior when he returned from war, the possibility that he may not return one day. You took it in stride, but there were moments that you found weakness in yourself. Your worry for him got the better of you sometimes.

The general worried for everyone else— who worried for him?

You sighed softly as you took a few steps towards the desk. Carefully, you reached across the table to rest your hand on Marcus's. You took no offense when he flinched, as it had been his nature since the day you two had met.

"I miss you," you admitted. "The bed feels so lonely without your arms around me."

It had been a week since Marcus had last held you. He either came to bed well after you had fallen asleep, or stared at a map as he laid beside you. The candle lit by the bed didn't bother you; what kept you up was the fate of Rome and its conquests wedged between yourself and your husband.

Marcus finally looked up. You found him to be so handsome despite how tired he looked. You prayed to any god who would listen that one day, the two of you would live a peaceful life in his retirement. If he saw that day, you would do everything in your power to keep him at ease.

"My love," Marcus sighed. He moved your hand to his lips and pressed a long kiss to the back of it. Even after his lips had moved away, he squeezed your hand.

You took his hesitation for your answer. It felt like a dull kick to the stomach. Tried as you might, you were unable to hide your disappointment. Before he continued, you pulled your hand back.

"Try to get some rest. Please." You leaned over the map and held the sides of Marcus's head, your hands ran through his thick curls as you kissed his hairline. His hand ghosted over your side, but you were gone with a flourish of your robe.

As you walked back to your room, you wiped at your cheek. You knew what came with a marriage like this. What came with loving a man like Marcus Acacius. He loved you, and he wanted a great city for you and the future you had together. The weight of it all sat on his shoulders, in his mind when he wasn't fighting for it.

You left the bedroom door open a crack, and removed your robe. The candle on Marcus's bedside was lit before you finally crawled under the bedding. Your tears had finally tapered off, but there was still an ache in your chest that you feared would linger for the rest of the night.

The bed felt so empty, so cold. You rolled over to look at the spot where your lover belonged, yet you were met with an empty space. After a deep breath, you rolled back to face the doorway.

To your surprise, Marcus had slipped in quietly. His eyes met yours when he heard you roll over. Regret had been clearly evident on his face. He had begun to remove his leathers, left in his tunic.

"I hadn't realized the sun had set," Marcus said as he changed. Once in his night attire, he climbed into the bed. Before you moved, his arm wrapped around you and dragged you across the expanse of the bed.

You knew that wasn't the truth, but you said nothing of it. That ache in your chest had disappeared, replaced by a warmth that had blossomed. Finally, you were in the spot you had missed terribly. Strong arms kept you pressed against the man you had loved so deeply.

"I am just happy to lay beside you again," you hummed. There was no reason to harp on Marcus and his regrets. What good did it do, dragging out a problem that would never be solved?

"As am I."

Marcus reached a hand over to snuff out the candle beside him. The only light in the room was the moon, her bright beam illuminated the space. He glanced at you as he took in your peaceful demeanor.

Too wrapped up in what lie ahead, he had failed to realize what his mental absence had done to you. The look in your eyes while in the office was like a slap to the face. He had failed you, had abandoned you all while a few feet from you.

He swore he would never be that man. If he lost you, what did he fight for? What hope was he going to cling to if you had slipped through his fingers?

Marcus kissed your bare shoulder and tightened his grip around you. There was a long beat of silence.

"Good night, my love."

You smiled and turned your head back to kiss him.

"Good night."

For the first time in a week, you had both slept through the night.

[bedouinpoet]

A picture is worth a thousand words

Aaron Hotchner x (photographer) reader

Warning: 18+ only please, SMUT, mentions of torture and murder, emotional trauma.

I hope you all enjoy, may not be my best work but been super sick 🤒 all month and just saw this as a cute idea. Another three part Aaron Hotchner story coming soon my lovelies!

…

You’ve been a PI for over two years and ironically a professional photographer for 5. You got into the detective business by accident really.

5 years before

“Hi! Mrs. Barrows? So sorry for the wait I was just setting up…is Mr Barrows here?” You notice the sadness in her eyes, and the tears you notice swelling in her eyes that made you want to bring her in a hug

“is…is everything alright?”

With that final question her tears ran

“he’s cheating on me”

Oh gosh this is gonna be a domestic “urm did you…is there something I can do?”

She shook her head, her face slightly aged but her beauty never wavering, elegant, fuck her husband, he is missing out.

“Hey ya know what, let me take some pics you’re already dressed and have everything.”

After some persuasion you noticed her confidence building while the session continued and it made your day when her laugh came out at the perfect moment. By the end she received an unexpected text. Apparently her husband was held up at the station (cop). Mhmmm right. Oldest excuse in the book but you keep your mouth shut however apparently your face shows more then you thought

“you don’t believe him?”

you really need to learn to control your facial expressions sometimes

“that’s not my place to say”

“but you think it….i do too I just…I don’t know, we have been married for 26 years I can’t believe it but I also need to know…” like a light bulb in her eyes you could almost read her thought “would you be willing to…if I hired you, would you be willing to…follow him, take pictures…just to see if he is really having an affair I’m willing to pay…”

“like…a PI?” “Please”

….

present day.

Turned out her hubby really was just a cheating ass and you were able to get her the proof she needed to believe it and leave…Thanks to her you found your calling…well second calling as a private detective. And a damn good one you became known as the cold case queen. Solving 15 cold cases in your last two years and assisting the police department in on-going investigations. Yet despite that you never would have expected the FBI to be knocking on your door. Especially in the middle of a photography session with a middle aged couple in a rather riské position.

”ahem..excuse me Miss Y/l/n-“

”y/n will be just fine no last name needed what can I do for you agent?”

“Agent Hotchner of the behaviour analysis Unit, this is Dr Reid and Agent Morgan… we were-um” you look back at a rather flustered Agent Hotchner and you can’t help smirk at the hottest man you’ve ever seen flustered and damn did it turn you on. “You were what agent? It’s alright I can talk and work at the same time Mr and Mrs Auburn don’t mind do you?” They both merely smile and laugh.

He clears his throat “right well we actually are assisting in the investigation of nine murdered woman in the last two years and we’ve been told that you are investigating a murder of a Tabatha Burns she-“

It’s like you can see Mrs Burns like it was yesterday, crying in your arms at the murder of her daughter a year ago, police marked it a cold case but she never stopped looking

”yes I know. It’s my only open case At the moment, her mother hired me a few months ago….you think it’s connected to your nine?”

”yes she fits the victimology and according to her mother the victim..”

“Tabatha….her name is Tabatha, she’s dead doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve her own identity-“

you take a deep breath trying to hold the attitude in, scared that you just offended the skinny one they call Dr Reid. He merely smiles understandably as you notice agent’s eyes looking into your soul, like he’s trying to study you like a book…and you start to wonder how much he can read. Hotchner speaks for Reid

“of course…according to Tabitha’s mother she was running her usual route but never came back”

“yes I went the route to see the most likely places she could have been attacked-“

“and?”

“Well it was during midday so there were others around most of the route but she turns into the woods half way through. Rough ground, and extremely annoying for those of you, like my fine self, who don’t run unless I’m chasing or being chased I was winded barely half way there-“

you notice the model of a man agent Derek laugh and Dr Reid holding in one. But your attention remained on the dark haired stud whose eyes remained serious even as you notice a smirk pulling at his mouth against his better judgement….mmm what I would do for those lips on- you shake off the wetness pooling between your legs as you continue

“anyway you’d need to know the area and be patient, as well as physically fit to keep up with Tabatha, find your way around, AND knock her out and take her to a second location without ever being noticed and not having a single witness…”

You could feast on those impressed looks these agents are giving you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego and confidence. You continued and let them know everything you had…

”thank you Mis- I mean y/n this has been greatly helpful and appreciated, if you can think of anything else or find any more information please give me a personal call here’s my number-“ Hotchner hands you the card and his callused fingers lightly graze against your hand and it feels like a flame in the midst of a blizzard.

His gaze never wavering from you, remaining moments longer as the rest turn away. As he turns away however it’s like you want to stay in Hotchner’s presence a little longer. “Um actually agent Hotchner-“

“please Hotch is fine” you smile at the opportunity to get closer to this man and his warmth…

”thanks…well um Hotch…I wanted to ask…if you do find whoever did this. This unsub you call it? Let me be the one to tell Tabathas mother? She has gone through so much and I’ve made her a promise I will do everything in my power to give her some justice… she deserves to hear it all from a friend….we both know its gonna get uglier before he makes a mistake and you find him and…she doesn’t even know everything he did to Tab…I know its not how things are done in the FBI and protocol and whatever but i’d consider it a huge favour if-“

he grabs your hand and it stops your rambling in your tracks as he gently rubs your hand with his thumb…”I understand….I will call you personally and I’ll make sure to tell the officers”

you smile gratefully and notice his hands remained in yours and your heart beats so loud you could hear it in your ears and you pray he can’t hear it. Little did you know his heart was beating just as hard and his cock twitched as you gave him that pleading look in your eyes wanting to stare at them forever. But Derek pries him away and he desperately wishes everything could stop for a moment so he could have his way.

….

The case went just as you said…a fuck ton uglier before Hotchner and his BAU team found the unsub…a Richard Prine….while he was torturing a young woman that you swear could be Tabatha’s sister. You didn’t even know until Hotch texted you

Aaron ‘the hunk’ Hotchner: We found him. Would you like me to meet you to tell you everything?

Y/N: :( I would prefer you coming over for better reasons ;) but yes you can come to my apartment if that’s alright I’m just doing some work at home.?

you send him your address and within the hour Aaron Hotchner is at your door and damn do you almost swoon at his loosed tie unbuttoned at the top and no suite jacket….but he looks so tired, so worn….its worse then you thought.

“Come in”

You move aside and smell a note of his intoxicating cologne

“please sit…would you like something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

”water’s just fine thanks”

You get both of you some iced water and you sit bracing yourself for whatever he has to say. You dig your feet into the carpet and fidget with the rings on your finger

“his name was Richard Prine ….”

You tried not to throw up as Hotch tells you everything. By the end your head feels like its gonna explode

“fuck….I’m gonna have to tell Tabs mother, how am I gonna tell her-“ you rub your eyes from complete exhaustion and walk to your espresso machine if your gonna do this you need something to keep you going “want one?”

“Sure….when will you go to Mrs Burns?”

his eyes remain on you searching, reading,

“After I chug this down-“

”would…would you like me to go with you? After all I still owe you that photo shoot for sharing all your information you had on the case We can go there straight after and have the night…we leave for Quantico tomorrow afternoon” you almost forgot that you made him agree to a photoshoot before handing your files over. You blush and you gratefully nod and you would hug him right now if it didn’t risk you wanting to jump his bones in the desperate need for a distraction and to think of anything but the terrible trauma that you are about to inflict on an already mourning mother.

“Thanks….I’d appreciate the company”

“Of course. I can drive as well if you’d like?”

“Nah it’s ok I enjoy driving helps clear my head but thanks…shall we?” You quickly grab your red leather jacket and let Hotch pass as you lock your door and put the security code, he stares at the extra security you had placed and you’re surprised to see concern in his eyes…

”I had a couple break ins by some rather angry hubbys who’s wives were none too happy to find out about their many lovers…..and vices”

“ah….they didn’t hurt you did they?” You notice Hotch’s hands clench and you are rather touched by the fact this man already cares that much.

“They tried haha but no usually they didn’t get within two steps near me before they get knocked on their asses” he smiles at that almost challenging look in is eyes and for the life of you you can’t figure out what it means but you want to see how far it can be pushed.

The drive was silent on your way to Mrs Burns as your head turns into a storm of words trying to figure out what you are gonna say, what you should say and what should remain unsaid.

“Just tell her the truth….at the end of the day. She deserves to know and I found with the truth at least they won’t question what happened and they can move forward and try and move on” It was like he could read your very thoughts and his words were a comfort to you. He’s right. That’s all she ever asked of you and you can’t back down now.

…

”the truth is Marge…” you look at Hotch’s eyes and he looks at you with such elegant care and you find comfort lost in his brown caramel eyes.

“The truth is Marge….Tab was killed by a man who needed to feel in power and he took it out on Tab….but the truth is Tabatha was a brave, kind hearted girl and she died protecting another girl, she died being kind and that takes so much strength….thats how you should remember it and her Marge. Don’t give that coward any attention cause he doesn’t deserve it. Tab was a hero and that’s all you need to know” you do everything you can to not to break down as Marge breaks down falling to her knees crying and you fall to your knees next to her and hold her, she grasps onto you for dear life you hug her tight and let her cry. All you wanted to do was cry right by her but you keep your eyes locked on Hotch and his eyes are like a hug to your soul supporting you up and keeping you strong and his smile makes you want to kiss that smile and stay there forever you stay firm.

When Marge’s eyes dry you help her sit and make her a tea before you leave. As you go back into the family room handing her the tea Hotch is holding her hand “you have my most heartfelt condolences Mrs Burns and if there is anything I can do please don’t hesitate to call me” he hands her his card and you hand her her tea before “we should probably head out please try to rest Marge and I’ll come by in a couple days to check up” She gives you one last grateful hug and you both leave. The pain in her eyes and her tears staining your shirt and mind.

The ride back was silent and Hotch respected your need to just sit and think. Even on your way up to your studio he respected it and merely comforted you just by being near. He opened every door for you and let you go first. Once you turned on the lights of the studio you felt a relief in your heart. For a few hours the pain can be subsided and distracted by taking pictures of this painfully sexy dark haired, serious FBI agent. As you stare back you almost laugh out loud seeing this usually composed serious man, stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself and you feel your dominant side arise. “You can relax handsome we just taking some pictures not rehearsing in front of a crowd. Can you take your tie off and sit down on the sofa….there is a waiver on the table I’d like you to read and sign before we begin.”

“A waver?”

“Yup…basically just saying that we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with and if at any point you feel uncomfortable you will tell me immediately and we will stop. I usually take pictures of the sexier or kinkier persuasion, so consent is priority. And if you do decide to share my work you give me the credit and etc.”

he reads through the the contract and you smile….yup he was definitely a lawyer…you can practically see him take apart the entire waiver…you set everything up. You’ve been thinking about taking his pictures, how you want him posed, since you’ve met. You look back to see him sign the waiver. “Perfect….so this is where it gets rather intimate so as I said we wont do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If you can sit here” you point to the chair you had set up, the chair is set backwards so his arms and head will rest on the back, his legs spread.

“Um….how do you want me..”

”just sit on it just how it’s facing me…”

His tie is off but his shirt is still buttoned so you go to him as he’s sitting “may I?” You gesture you hands to his shirt and he swallows hard his eyes slightly dilated. “Of course”

“perfect”

you unbutton his top buttons and you keep your hand longer then nessasry on his chest, you coul feel his heart beating through and for a moment you stay like that Hotchs eyes blow black.. you finally pull yourself away and lightly ruffle his hair. “Perfect now I want you to look down at me maybe have your head leaning against your hand.” He does as you say, naturally and it looks just as hot as you imagined….fuck he’s hot deliciously so…you take a few pictures of him in this position, and the more pictures you take you notice Hotch’s inhibitions slowly break away and his comfort levels increasing. “Ok so this next one is a bit more intimate are you on with it? I wanna go for a dominant becoming submissive sorta vibe?” His confusion evident and adorable, absolutely adorable. You smile and take your camera. you stand up close in front of him…he looks up at you sitting in the chair and fuck, seeing him look up at you with those curious dilated innocent eyes makes you want to kiss him until he begs for breath. Or cuff him to that chair and show him how good he can feel. His breath quickens so you try and remain calm and collected. you step even closer feeling his warmth and his breath on your chest. “You are the type of man who is always dominant, always having to be in control. Sometimes guys like you, need to let go. Let go of control and thoughts and just feel. There is a beauty to it and damn can it feel good.” Your breath quickens as you talk and you can see Hotch’s cheeks flush and heat. He swallows hard and his eyes are almost entirely black, no sign of that caramel, you set your camera….this is exactly how you want him but one more touch…you move your hand faster then you think and your hand is on his throat…’s breath hitches and he almost stops breathing like he couldn’t move “is this okay?” You whisper and he swallows, you feel the action under your hands, his pulse, his warmth, his neck in your hands and you feel the warmth and wetness stick to your panties as he meekly nods you keep your hand there and take a picture after picture. Finally, you put down your camera and before you remove your hand he grabs it to keep your hand on his neck and your grip tightens. You stay there for a moment afraid to move and this whole moment falls apart, you move even closer and your grip tightens just enough to partially block his air ways, you look down and notice his hardening under his slacks and you smirk down at him as he swallows and moves himself into your grasp. You don’t think, you don’t consider you just go for it and within the same second your lips come crashing into his and its like fire to your entire body as his hands move through your hair and pulls so you keep your grip on his neck and make him stand up as your tongue finds its way into his mouth needing to taste him more and you feel his equal desperation…

”give me your belt” you whisper into his mouth and he obeys without restraint, unbuckling his belt and taking it off all in one smooth movement. He hands it to you leaning in, desperate for more kisses but you put your hands on his chest and keep him a step away. He damn near whimpers for the need of your warmth and it turns you on to see this man needing you like you’re his only meal.

“Give me your hands Aaron Hotchner” at the sound of his first name he growls and hands you his hands anything to feel your warmth you keep eye contact and put his hands together and tie them slowly without even having to look…this is like muscle memory for you. Once his hands are tied you can see the length of his impressive hard on trying to rip through his slacks and you take his hands and lead him to the couch. you sit him down and he swallows as you keep his tied hands in yours kissing them slowly and sucking his fingers he growls “fuck y/n please”

“please what Aaron? Tell me what you want agent”

“say my name again”

“tsk tsk tsk don’t you know to say please Agent?” You tease

”fuck…please say my name y/n please”

“mmm Aaron tell me what you want”

he moans just at the sound of his name through your lips and you can feel him trying to grab you with his tied hands but you don’t give him the chance you swiftly move his hands on top of his head and sit on his lap the feeling of his bulge under you, between your legs makes you moan his name as you slowly grind on his lap his eyes rolling back and he almost fights your grip but you tighten your grip on his arms and kiss his neck, biting his neck and nibbling his ears. His moans and growls intoxicating. “Keep your arms up or I get off your lap understand?” He moans and nods “yes” he whispers out of breath. “Yes I understand”

You leg go of his arms and he obeys and keeps his arms up, his gaze never leaving you as you unbuckle his pants and- he hisses at your touch as you pump his bare hard cock “fuck y/n baby fuck yes please fuck” you keep pumping him faster and harder as you grind on his lap and pump, kissing his lips, his tongue attacking yours like a war you don’t want to end. “I said use yours words Aaron what do you want sir? Tell me how you want me” his eyes darken and you can swear he looks at you like prey even as you’re on top of him and he is the one tied up. You are still his prey. “Please….i want to be in you. I need you” you swallow hard at the words as you get off his lap just fast enough to take off your pants and before you can react his tied hands are grabbing you back into him and you don’t even fight it you lift your self up on his lap and at first just put the tip in, fuck this mans impressive even his tip starts to stretch you and you love the needy growls and moans as you tease him further…he smiles as he wipes that smirk from your face by grabbing your shirt and pushing you all the way down his length and you scream out in ecstasy and delicious pain “fuck Aaron!”

“Mmmm” He moans your name over and over as you ride him like a race and you feel your coil almost snap but you keep going you want him to cum first you want to feel his cock twitch and release

“fu-fuck baby I’m -fuck I’m gonna cum” he breathlessly moans into your mouth

“cum Aaron…please cum in me you have full permission” his eyes roll back as you grab his neck and ride him even faster and with his full length inside you he screams your name as you feel his cock twitch inside you and the feeling of his release forces you over the edge and you clench his cock milking every drop of his cum inside you. You stay there breathlessly on his lap just leaning into his forehead “definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever done” you giggle and he laughs “this is my first and definitely the best photshoot I’ve ever been involved in.” You laugh into each other and you start to untie his hands still on his lap….and as you look at him you start to remember one unfortunate fact….this man that just lit your entire body on fire is leaving in the morning and as if he can read your thoughts again he says “if you don’t have any other plans tonight…would you want to spend it together?” You find it adorable as if you could ever say no to such an offer, you smile “of course I would. I thought you’d never ask…and it just so happens I have an appartment on top of this studio….ready and waiting for a night of movies and dinner and a whole lot more of what we just did if I’m lucky” you wink as he laughs and its like music to your ears “sounds incredible” you take his hand and lead him up stairs….you have no idea what will come between the two of you but you are gonna appreciate this night as much as you possibly can and save that smile of his, in your mind forever.

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Hello my wonderful fandom! :) We've finally reached the ep we've all been waiting for. The gif below is pretty good description of how I felt when I turned Hulu on this morning LOL

OH my word. I knew this episode was going to be good but I had no idea how end to end good it would be. I mean obviously we were all racing toward that hotel scene. But holy hell. The journey to it was just as good tbh. To quote Sandy Cohen "The appetizer is as good as the main course.” That truly was the case here.

I saw 'S' in the rating and knew we were in for some GOODNESS. I wish the gif library would work for the amazing gifs right after an ep. I'm sure tons have been made. But that'll have to wait till my in-depth ones this summer.

Been trying to keep these brief since their first impressions. But I couldn't with this one. They made it impossible lol Also apologies for any errors that may be in this. I wrote this while having a fever and on cold meds lol. Let us get started on this fabulous ep before my head implodes any further.

7x06 The Gala

We start out at Tim's place. Please let us continue to return here. It's such a happy place for me. Also Genny is backkkkkk I'm so excited. We have missed you my friend. I hope you appear again this season. Makes me so sad Tim saying he’s single. He’s never ever said that in a sad tone before Lucy or post anyone else really. Only her. *sad sigh* This ep hurts so good.

Genny has come with a mission in mind though. Only thing is she needs Tim for it. LOL I am glad she didn't imply he needed to start dating as well. She sure as hell knows where his heart lies. Their sibling dynamic never ceases to amuse me. Wanting to use him to get into the Gala haha Shoot your shot Genny. Get it girl.

Tim of course tries to talk her out of it. Clearly he had zero plans to be there. But his sister is changing that for him. Begrudgingly accepting her plus one offer. Citing he wants to bed asleep by 11pm if he does lmao I love this man. If he only knew where his night would end. Definitely wouldn't be that plan...Such a good big bro doing this for her. I need more of them in my life. I really do.

Seth is MIA and I'm pretty ok with it. Need a break from the kid. The day starts out so great. Grey has them running the arrest your ex event. I'm dying. When I saw this I thought phew lord this is gonna be gooooood. I felt it in my bones.

When Lucy says happy to do it…Tim’s face kills me. I’m dying. If only she could see his dismay. I know she could sense it. She isn't jazzed but isn't going to cause a scene in roll call. So she runs with it. Despite Tim's annoyance.

Tim giving her grief the very moment roll call is over. Lucy is ready with her reply. Had that on deck really quickly there Luce lol Almost as if she had it saved on her phone already....#grumpycop says what? LOL Let the flirting goodness begin. Being married af no matter what. I love them so much. *happy sigh*

Oh my goodness I’m cackling right off the bat. Grumpy x Sunshine in all its glory in this first scene. ‘Really can’t think of another reason?' I'm dying. Tim is so very over this and it's just begun for them. This is classic banter vibes for them and I’m here for it. Lucy trying to be the kind empathetic one. Tim having ZERO patience or tolerance for this nonsense. Letting her know right away he's not a killer. Just a cheater....Lucy's face. Classic.

Lucy calling Tim ‘sir’ and then showing him grumpy cop I cannot you guys. This is so good. I'm grinning ear to ear. Even post relationship she has this man wrapped around her finger. He is at her mercy and will do whatever for her. We see him give in. Turn on his best fake smile and dole out some advice. I'm so giddy I could cry.

‘Was that so hard?’ ‘Pure agony.’ Their banter at it's finest. This is primo level stuff. I wanna inject it into my veins so I always feel this giddy. The level of happy I am right now, I can’t even tell you. Hard to put into words honestly.

I’m loving Lucy keeping him in line and smiling while doing so. All she has to do is tap her phone. Could you be more in love with his grumpy ass my friend? She is very much enjoying this. We all know she loves her grumpy old man. I can’t get over Tim just listening cause she asks him to. Only for his girl. He is beyond fed up with this situation. Especially this man with his puke in a jar. LMAO.

Only Lucy Chen could make this man be friendly to this idiot. He then gets some points back and says they’re super cute together. Why yes sir they are. Thank you for noticing. Anyone with eyes can see their chemistry. But props for pointing it out. Then asks if they’re dating? We’re trying get back there my man. Climbing our hardest. Slow and steady wins the race and all that.

Lucy saying they're just 'co-workers'. Mmhmm and John Nolan is my favorite character. This dude has the audacity to ask her out after that. ‘You’re holding a jar of your own vomit. I’ll pass.’ If you aren't laughing at this I can't help you. This is pure comedy gold.

They finally get a real one. Just as they're about to close shop. This woman comes up very ready to take down her boyfriend. Then she hits on a VERY specific note. ‘You don’t put your drama on someone you love.’ Lucy’s face...That definitely struck a chord. Giving her flashbacks to 6x06. Tim too I am sure of it. Their looks say it all if you ask me...

Of course Tim wants to make it a bet. It's part of their love language to do so. I love this episode so much I’m vibrating. Lucy says his guess is boring LOL I mean it is. I love you Timothy but hers about legos is way better. Tim has to give her hard time about that being her final answer.

She ends up agreeing with him that it’s jewelry ha She just had to throw a Lucy like answer in there before she gave into his logic. Agreeing with him but wanting to add some flare before she did so. heh God I love these dorks.

Oh my. Tim asking her if she’s going tonight? I love the look he gives right before he asks. Just keeps taking his shots with her. My man. She got a room for Galentines but Celina has her dude now…..Frees up the room…. ‘So who knows what’s gonna happen?’ I’m percolating with excitement at this point. I didn't even need coffee as I wrote this to wake me up this morning. This was doing the trick just fine.

Lucy is surprised he is going. Then her anxiety asks the question she's scared to know the answer to. Does he have a date? His answer trails off before he can finish. Oh Timothy don’t do that to her. Leave her hanging. I mean he was gonna tell her it was Genny before he was interrupted. It wasn't intentional but ugh nonetheless.

Let’s take a moment to dissect her expression. Look how distressed and crushed she looks. My heart. So in love with this man still. This hurts so good. Before he can address her absolute panic their van pulls up….Oh Lucy. So distracted she doesn’t even hear him mention that.

Instead of jewelry it ends up being a friggin Tiger.... Her excitement is infectious and makes me smile. I would be the same way. I am Lucy she is me. Exotic animal that could rip my face off but I am still jazzed. Wanting to see it. Tim's face after she gets all excited is too funny. You love this goober of a woman don't deny it.

This scene is VERY VERY telling IMO. Also I am hoping a set up for things to come later this season for them. In terms of having THE talk. Tim your therapy hasn’t fully hit yet and it shows in how he reacts to this man's decision. At first he tries to empathize with him. Then turns his cop brain on. Saying he might as well throw her under the bus too. Get off a little easier. Telling him to just do it since she betrayed him anyways. That she's given up on him. No way he could still love her despite the betrayal...Careful Tim your trauma is showing my sweet.

Tim has grown in a lot of ways since 6x06. Truly he has. This is a sticking point he hasn't gotten through his lovely skull yet. That someone can love you despite the ugly stuff. Despite you not being perfect. Love you just the same and be deserving of that love even though you messed up. It's striking a emotional chord with Tim and he doesn't even realize it. Lucy can't stand it and that's why she tells this man not to do it. It's hitting far too close to home for her.

Lucy showing in this moment why we all love her. Why Tim is such a goner for her. That sunshine empathetic human shining through in this scene. Her forgiving spirit showing up in the most beautiful ways. It's the reason Tim fell so damn hard for her in first place. Why he fell in love all over again the second half of s6. The kindness and empathy shown towards him from her. When he thought he had betrayed her so deeply she would've thrown him to wolves.

What he hasn't figured out yet is she would NEVER ever do that. Regardless of the deep hurt, she stood by him when the chips were down. He still is a WIP in terms of that. it shows in his initial reaction to this situation. Lucy instructs this man despite the hurt not to do it. Tim's look reminding me of the one from 5x19 when she pleaded with her eyes to let the father go.

He ends up caving even if he adds some sass in. The way Tim looks at Lucy when he says 'Lock me up.' Looking at her smiling face. Oh Tim connect the dots my love please. If not now then in the near future. This scene gave me all the feels. We still have some work to do in terms of their relationship. Tim in particular.

Lucy’s relief at seeing Genny is written all over her face. You can see she is ecstatic she's Tim's 'Date.' Also just happy to see her in general. I have no doubt they hung out when they dated. Ganged up on Tim from time to time as well.

Genny forcing Tim to engage. Asking doesn't she look amazing? Tim melting like butter. ‘She always does.’ This man gushing about her in front of other people. This is the change I'm talking about right here. Gah I’m vibrating you guys legit vibrating. The sweet stares I'm diabetic at this point. Lucy can't hold his gaze long especially with company around.

Genny tries to lighten the mood with saying she is ready to flirt it up. Asking if Lucy wants to join her? Lucy’s shot about not dating people at work…Tim's cue to go to the bar. lmao I’m dying this is fanfic level goodness here everyone. I’m delirious. Genny's face is everything after he leaves. Even Celina's date realizes it after they depart. Asking something going on between them? Yes sir. it's been brewing all damn day.

Lucy coming to Tim worried about Balian is sweet. But Tim gives it all of two seconds of thought before he's pining after her. I mean look at those heart eyes. That smile. One I'm sure he flashed her anytime they were alone at home. The man is an absolute marshmallow for her. Lucy calls Tim out for his extreme heart eyes and Lucy smile. Holy cow is this real life?

She knows that smile so very well. You can’t look at her like that, Timothy. Especially looking like a damn snack leaning against that bar. It’s not fair. She has every right to tell you to stop devouring her with your eyes babe. There is a little bit of Tim Bradford Bedroom eyes in that stare too. Mercy. I would be a damn puddle if I was her. Why she has to call him out for it. Basically saying he can't stare at her like that anymore.

It's not fair to her heart to look at her like he loves her. *heart clutch* He then turns around and flirts some more with the grumpy cop thing. Making her laugh with him being the biggest goober ever. I love this side she brought to life. Their smiles as Genny approaches make me squee. I'm nuclear with excitement at this point. He really has softened for her it’s unreal. Making her laugh makes my heart so happy. I can't even. Had to pinch myself to make sure it was real.

Poor Genny can’t get a date cause of Tim. Lmfao I mean we can’t be that surprised? Still that’s hilarious and I’m laughing so hard. She just wanted to get a date and they're all too frightened of Tim to do so. He seems pretty proud of that fact. Cocky Tim coming out to play a bit. This ep has everything. The cute shared look afterwards is very cute.

If we didn't know they were apart you'd think they were together. Lucy turning down the invite out after Tim’s little joke. Stating it's because of an early shift. That doesn't seem to stop you later....Not that I'm complaining. Lucy is about to lose out on her room with Celina hitting it off with Scott...But Nolan’s suite becomes available…..I’m fine letting them rise out of the ashes of Balian's fight right now I really am. Sorry Balian shippers. lol

Just when I think this ep couldn't get any better. We get a sexy Tim takedown. *fans self* Not gonna lie I crossed my legs a bit when I saw this go down. *grabs some ice water.* This episode was gonna kill me before we even got. to that hotel room. Ovary explosion x1000. It's hard to keep Feral Caitlin in her cage with scene like this. Hot damn this is attractive. Lucy touching him instantly after he is done. I'm here for it.

Only reason for this gif is what's going on in the background. Look at Lucy jumping into wife mode taking care of Tim immediately. The attentiveness right out the gate has me reeling. Taking his jacket off for him. Checking him out. I’m lightheaded with happiness. I hope you are as well. I was on cloud 9 at this point and we hadn't even gotten to the hotel room yet.

We get to watch Lucy go into worried wifey mode and never leave it. The sweet way she touches his neck. I'm dead. I am posting from he grave. Lucy lets him know he has a cut there. Luckily Tim has a room they can go to.... Thank you Nolan. He tries to handle it himself but she isn't having it. So she comes up with him… I was getting all tingly with anticipation at this point.

Lucy has Tim take his shirt off make sure there’s no more glass or cuts. Mmmm won’t hear me complaining…. Was kinda relived the kit was there waiting for them. No chance for interruption if it wasn't. I honestly thought it would be the thing to stop them.

Mmmm shirtless Tim. Welcome back to my screen. Yum. God he’s gorgeous. Her resolve was crumbling when he had clothes on. Now he has no shirt….. God speed Lucy Chen lol

Heh calling Tim tough guy oh my word. The banter never stops and I don't want it to. The little joke of unfortunately he will live. Followed by his smile *screams into a pillow* I'm in heaven. The flirt train is continuing to barrel through this episode at mach speed.

My god it’s the soft thanks and you’re welcome in tandem. I’m a puddle. Suddenly he is all in her space and her words die out. She tries to replace them with a shaky ' We shouldn't....' The longing looks I cannot. Before it was bedroom eyes at the bar, with some heart eyes mixed in. This time it’s legit all heart eyes with intense longing he’s aiming at her.

He misses her deeply, and it's evident in the sadness that fills his expression when she says they shouldn't. Gah. Take a look at him after he says 'I know.' The depth of longing he conveys through just his eyes is truly unreal. Any resolve she has left looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes crumbles below.

The way he just tosses his shirt and devours her completely has me reeling. Nothing matters more in this moment than her. He gently envelops her in his arms. The soft way he cradles her face in his hands, like she is his greatest treasure. Because she is. The way he chases after her lips. I’m a damn goner. Feel like I'm in a fever dream.

Captures her top lip like he's done so many times before. Giving me 5x12 vibes with this make out. Lucy's hands all over him in the process. Touching her way down his body. Phew lord. Also like to note I think it's very important Lucy be the one to go for it in this scenario. He would’ve stepped back because she said they shouldn’t. Respected her bounds. But she can’t fight it any longer and goes for it.

And holy cow does she ever go for it. The impatient needy noises coming from her I’m dying. The desperations is real. The moment her lips meet his and her fingers graze his skin, she’s completely defeated in her struggle to resist him. Resist this pull of their's. Wastes no damn time undoing his belt buckle sweet lord. You can hear it. She is ready to go. As is Tim. She has lit a flame and he isn’t wasting a second of it. The needy desperation has me fanning myself.

I love the way he spins her around, savoring her with tender affection. All the while he relieves Lucy of the tie on her dress.*fans self* He is just burying himself in his hair and neck. Losing himself completely in her. I might implode with how tender and sexy this is. The music is on point as always. Tim is chasing after her when she turns around and brings him back to the bed. His desperation coming through ten fold.

Doesn't waste a millisecond before he's diving back in for more when she turns around. Lucy’s face. Holy hell. You can see how much she missed this. Missed him. They’re in it now and she can’t stop herself. There’s still some conflict playing across her features. Knowing they shouldn’t and yet she can’t stop herself from wanting this man. She is conflicted then his lips rejoin her neck and she melts into him. All logic flies out the window after that.

There is a song from one of my fav bands Digital Daggers. From their song ‘In flames.' This moment reflects it IMO.

'Keep your confessions 'Cause babe I'm no saint , We're playing with fire But I like this game And I know your devils I know them by name When you look my way Oh, I'm not afraid With your kiss on my skin And this mess that we're in

In flames (we're going down, we're going down, we're going down) '

Definitely playing with fire in this moment and we're here for it.

We get the morning after. I was not expecting this in the least. But this episode continues to surprise me in the best way. Also hello chest hair on Tim. They need to leave that for future reference. I’m very much for it. Holy cow everything about him just makes me so damn feral it's insane. He is sex on two legs walking. Man he looks good.

The awkward looks upon waking up have me cackling. Tim's face when she starts to get up LMAO. Eric the king of expressions came to play. Tim breaking the awkward tension by saying he's awake. Lucy replying 'Right. Of course he is. He's like a rooster she remembers.... 'Ugh my heart.

I love Tim being the one to wanna talk this out. Again. He's gotta be the one to bridge the gap. Especially this go around. Not wanting this moment to pass by without suggesting it. Lucy of course even with her lapse in resolve isn’t sure why they would. She is still hurting and with good reason. Tim you gotta make this right babe. Oh my lord.

We see Lucy retreat at this offer of a talk. Passing it off as 'Classic case of ex sex on Valentines.' Oh it’s so much more than that my girl. I'm getting 5x01 flashbacks of ‘It's basic biology right?’ Lucy trying to have Tim give her the out of talking about this just like she did then. Pass it off as something that isn't a big deal when it is.

Tim shies away due to this. Agreeing with her ex sex theory although his body language does not in the least. Hoping he can at least hide his disappointment if he turns around. Feeding her a line about it being a singular moment in time. Mmhmm...Sure. Lucy agreeing with his BS line.

That fear running through her and needing a way out to avoid this conversation. So she runs with it. Trying to talk herself out of it more by saying it needs to be in their rear view. Never to be talked about again. Tim's defeated and slightly hurt 'Great...' Lucy can sense it. You two are idiots but I love you.

Gah, you can watch the internal battle on Tim's face. Reminds me of 5x01 once again and him psyching himself up to talk. We get our first ‘Lucy.’ of the season. Definitely was not where I expected it to be. Sadly after he builds up the courage he just says 'See you at the station'…*forehead smack* Oh you two. Killing me softly. She wanted him to go for it and he didn’t. Disappointment just littered all over her body language when he doesn't.

Lucy looking like she wants to go back in but the door closes. UGHHHH. Effectively making the decision for her. It is a good she wanted to go back but this is Tim's fight ya'll. And he knows it. He's so frustrated with himself for not fighting more for her in this moment. Lord this is good but killing me. Hurts so good never felt more prevalent than it does in this scene.

Tim ever the gentlemen having her enter first. His chivalry never ceases to make me happy. The energy in that elevator is charged to say the least. So Lucy straight up says she didn’t regret their night together. I love this. Letting him know she has zero regrets about jumping him last night. Heh Tim replying right back saying him either. These two idiots in love. What am I going to do with you?

Lucy adding in it it can’t happen again. Ok sure…..you both messy. And I’m not mad about it. Tim's sad 'I know.' Not agreeing it can't ever happen again. Just he knows it shouldn't...Lucy following that up with it can't for a million reasons. I mean they haven’t had THE talk yet so I get it. I truly do.

That's definitely one of the reasons for me. As fun as that lapse in judgement was, it still needs to be followed up with a real convo. Tim coming up with his own reason of the Chain of Command issue. *Grumble* he is back in her chain of command again even with being her being a T.O. Le sigh. Even though their tones suggest they could give a single fuck that he is this time around lol That definitely wouldn't keep them for repeating the night before is my guess.

The flirting my god though. Tim using grumpy cop again to make her smile and laugh. We all know she loves his grumpy ass. It's one of the things she truly loves about him. That smile after he says that tells me everything. That most definitely is on the list of BS reasons for why they shouldn't. Tim keeping the flirt train going by saying he wasn’t grumpy last night though. Heh no you were not.

Her face my god you two. ‘No, you definitely were not.’ No transparency at all saying how happy he was last night with her. She doesn’t stop him either knowing she wasn’t 'grumpy' either. They're not even trying at this point. Basically saying they had a great night in bed together. No regrets. One of their many things they're so good at hehe. Imma need a fic of that night LOL The flirty smiles and stares. Tim almost reels her back in with it. The ding of the elevator breaking them out of their UST filled revere.

Lucy trying to keep it together as she exits. Tim hot on her heels. Ooooh lord I’m excited to see where this goes. Tim you still have some work to do. That much is clear. I'm glad them hooking up didn't serve as a fix all. Because this SL deserves more than that. They deserves more than that. The promo for 7x07 ‘Don’t make the same mistake I made with Lucy. Fight for her.’ Um sir you need to fight for Lucy right now. She is waiting on you for it.

I hope this Balian crisis puts that into focus for Tim. Because if this ep proved anything it's that. He needs to fight for her more and prove to her why she should give them a second chance. The feelings are clearly still there. So much so she relapsed into her resistance to keep him at bay. Hot damn this was a good episode I am buzzing. I cannot wait to see what the rest of this season holds for them. Gimme Gimme.

Thank you thank you to anyone and everyone who loves, comments (love me some comments) and reblogs these. They are a true joy for me to make. So I am grateful for any and all engagement with them. I shall see you all in 7x07 :)

Side notes-Non Chenford

#grumpycop. Only cause it’s Vday and he has no Lucy. Also anniversary of the necklace…amazing though. Fantastic cold open.

Wes is too excited for that he’s tipping his hand. Glad Angela figured it out without Wes compromising his lawyer oath. Using that dude to get her stuff done LMAO.

Look at Celina just taking charge cause Nolan is distracted af at a scene. Proud of her. Scott dude seems tad needy don't love that.

Sad about Texas and his girl but realistic af. Appreciated that.

Bailey being pissed about the judgement. Can't say I blame her. I mean instead of understanding John jumped right to judgement but he is also right in being upset she didnt' share that with him. Shall see where that goes.

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The Next Chapter

Ending @sjmromanceweek with some pure fluff :) This is my interpretation of what comes next. I think Nesta deserves to watch Cassian chop logs in half with his axe (That’s it. That’s the plot.)

Summary: Cassian builds Nesta a house.

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Nesta should have figured that their mating ceremony was going to end with Cassian acting like a half-feral beast. She couldn’t blame him entirely, though, when it was her smile that triggered it, causing his wings to spread wide behind him before snatching her off.

He’d offered a simple ‘sorry’ when his mind cleared while they flew. But she’d had enough of the ceremony as well, ready to spend the night with her mate, her husband, who held her close to his chest, even long after they’d landed. 

He held her like that all the way to their shared room, while the final song from the party lingered in her mind. She hummed it softly, the sound resonating against his chest, continuing when Cassian placed her on the plush bed.

She stopped when he kissed her. Took his time worshiping her with his fingers. His tongue. He guided her free hand to the membranes of his wings, showing her the right place to touch. 

Then, he settled himself between her thighs, moving inside of her until both of them fell into a mindless bliss. For a while, they could do nothing but cling to each other, a thin layer of sweat coating their bodies as they rested together.

Afterwards, Cassian reluctantly untied the ribbon around their hands. He threw on a pair of cotton pants, while Nesta pulled one of her nightgowns from his drawer.

She felt his presence behind her. His palms skimmed up her sides, drawing her back into his muscular body.

“I have something for you,” he said, before pressing a kiss to her neck. Her cheek.

“Do you?” she asked, turning around in his arms. Looked up, and saw his gorgeous curls framing his face as his throat bobbed.

Nervous. He was nervous.

He held a piece of parchment. A nice one, that he probably had to go into one of those fancy shops along the Sidra to get, folded in neat lines that had a wax seal holding it together. 

“What’s this?” she murmured.

He turned the parchment over in his hand, hesitantly offering it to her. “It’s…a mating gift, I guess.”

“Oh,” she said, her brows furrowing as she looked at it. No one had told her about this. It was another part of this fae existence that simply didn’t know about. Like suddenly having an extra limb that she’d gone most of her life without, then being expected to run a race on it. “Was I supposed to–”

“No!” he said, shaking his head. “No. Just—open it, Nes.”

He held it out to her with his battle-callused hand. She took the paper, running her fingers over the red wax seal. A small flame, centered in the middle, surrounded by a thin circle.

“This must be important,” she noted.

“Everything involving you is important to me.” Said so freely, so resolute that her mind was incapable of doubting it.

She lifted her eyes to Cassian, only for a second, before breaking the seal with her finger and unfolding it so she could read what was inside.

She’d seen Cassian’s handwriting before. A scrawl that he tried to force into being something else, more refined. On his rough days, she would watch him trace each letter carefully until it came out practiced. Perfect. Without a flaw.

In something as simple as his handwriting, she could see the years, the centuries, of insecurity that had wormed its way into his head.

So she knew when she wasn’t looking at Cassian’s handwriting. “Did you hire somebody to do this?” she asked, looking the letter over.

He shifted on his feet. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

She didn’t want to unpack that. As if something coming from him could be anything but perfect. He had a knack for it, getting her things that were so thoughtful that they were hard for her to accept. 

Indulging him, she read the contents of the letter. Scanned over them quickly at first, before almost doing a double take and reading the words much more carefully.

“Wait.”

“I know it’s not much, but–”

“You’re building me a house.” The words escaped her in a breath. And she couldn’t believe it, that he would…

“Well, you can’t really leave here, can you? I thought you might like your own place. Close to everyone, if you want. Or not. Whatever you want.”

It was everything. All those years of never having something that was truly hers, that no one could take away. Years of never having a proper home. That made this everything.

“You’re building me a house?” 

She lowered the letter, looking at her mate once more, and saw the apprehension creeping in.

“I can get you something else, if you want–”

She shushed him, her heart flooding with such a rush of emotions that she could barely contain it. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer so that their chests were flush together. Close enough that she could see the short stubble on his cheeks, that she could lean in and kiss him again.

“You’re building us a house.”

The corners of his lips raised at the changed wording, and it was quite possibly one of the prettiest things she’d ever seen. Cassian didn’t cry very often, but tears were gathered along his lower eyelid, getting ready to fall.

He hugged her close, letting his chin rest on the top of her head. “Yeah, Nes. I’m building us a house.”

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She chose a spot on the banks of the Sidra, well on the outskirts of the city. When she first saw it, the waters lapping along the shore, she knew.

Trees covered the area, creating a canopy overhead that extended all the way out into the water. It was close enough that she could walk into the city if she wanted, while she could also be woken up in the morning by chirping birds and Cassian’s gentle snores as he held her.

Peace. After everything, the two of them could live in peace.

And so it began.

Nesta thought it would be a far-off fantasy. Something Cassian would get around to eventually, not on the top of his list of priorities. Not that she would blame him—he worked way more than he needed to already, much to her disagreement. But here he was in the hours between training, between camp inspections, hauling wide tree trunks across the clearing. And quickly, more quickly than she could have imagined, a simple, two-story house arose from its foundation. Plenty of room for the two of them, and possibly more than the two of them, if they decided they were ready (many, many years in the future.)

One week ago, she moved. Into the bedroom with soft light coming through the windows. Into the living room with the stone fireplace, each of the rocks hand selected by her mate. Into the porch in the front, so she could see the water as it streamed by, sometimes with fish jumping into the air.

It was home. And this morning, only pure contentment poured over her as she woke in her and Cassian’s bed.

Nesta made a cup of tea in the kitchen, savoring the warmth in her palms before opening the wooden door. Cassian had put stained glass on the top, a mosaic of colors that he’d purchased from a local artisan.

She sat on the steps of the porch, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her shoulders to ward off Velaris’ chill as it began its descent into winter once more. Cassian had covered her with it last night, after he made love to her until she was sated on their bed.

Cassian was a tough male to keep up with. Because he’d fallen asleep with her, becoming her companion in that dreamless rest until his body forced him awake at ungodly hours of the morning. It was the soldier in him, she knew, that had him waking up before dawn broke on the horizon. 

Cassian’s axe thudded through the wood and onto the platform. She’d been able to hear it earlier, the noise distant and muddled through the walls of the house. It had lulled her further into sleep with its steady rhythm, even when the warmth of his body had long faded.

He was hard at work, and she settled herself in place, content to watch.

Even in the chill, he’d forsaken wearing a shirt. A shimmer of sweat covered him, glistening over his tanned skin, covered with tattoos. His hair was tied back, and his wings stood at attention. She couldn’t help noticing the way they moved with each blow. Involuntarily, reflexively, as if they were creating some kind of counterbalance to the force he was exerting downwards. It was a rocking chair today. So she didn’t have to sit on the steps anymore, he’d said. Once he got all the pieces cut, he was going to sand them down, before bending them into shape.

She’d seen the meticulous motions of his hands. For him, it wasn’t just a skill. It was fully an art, one that he took great pride in.

He’d explained it once, telling her that five hundred years of existence lent itself well to having hidden skills. One of Cassian’s was working with his hands—crafting things where there hadn’t been anything before.

This was his first house. On his own, at least. He’d helped with the building before in Illyria, and knew how to ensure it was structurally sound. There had always been others, though, to help. But he’d been insistent on doing this all by himself, refusing any offers of assistance from Rhys and Azriel. And what a shame it was, that she was left to watch the rippling muscles of Cassian’s back as he brought that axe down, again and again.

“See something you like?” he teased, not yet turning to face her.

“Oh, just some wood that I’d like to get my hands on,” she muttered under her breath.

Cassian brought the axe down once more, effectively splitting the large log in half. Then he turned, his mouth forming a wide grin as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead. Every defined line of muscle was on full display as he took step after step towards her, amusement playing in his eyes.

“I didn’t know you had such an interest in carpentry, sweetheart.”

“I have an interest in a wide variety of things. Didn’t you know?” she said, letting coyness slip into her voice. “Especially when there’s a certain hulking Illyrian involved.”

He chuckled, wings flaring slightly behind him. Damn peacock.

When he reached her, he leaned down, lifting her chin so he could press a kiss to her lips. “Then maybe,” he murmured, “I’ll have to give you a private demonstration.”

Her heart fluttered swiftly in her chest. Still, she couldn’t get enough of him, and by the look in his eyes whenever they landed on her, he couldn’t either.

“You’ll show me what to do with my hands, right?” she asked innocently. With her pointer finger, she trailed a line all the way down his bare chest to the waistband of his pants. “And how tightly I need to…grip?”

He caught that stray hand by grabbing her wrist, bringing it up to his lips to put a kiss on her knuckles.

“Don’t be a tease, Nes. Not if you aren’t going to follow through,” he said in warning.

“And what are you going to do about it?” She knew she could only give him so much attitude before he eventually took things into his own hands. He was getting there, but not quite.

His eyebrows rose, still amused. “I could have sworn I fucked all the brattiness out of you last night. Seems I was mistaken. But by all means, keep doing what you’re doing—I’ll just be taking notes for later.”

She hummed, looking upwards and exposing her neck to him. “That was last night. I’m awake now.” She assessed him, pretending she’d come to some sort of conclusion before saying, “But, if you don’t think you’re up for it…”

She shrugged, closing the blanket around herself with her free hand.

He snarled slightly, nipping at her fingers before tugging her forward just an inch. “What did I say about not being a tease?”

She scoffed. “It’s not my fault you can’t handle me properly.”

That seemed to do it. The hazel vanished from his eyes almost entirely, leaving in its wake a black that looked near ready to devour her.

“Handle you properly,” he muttered to himself. 

He pulled her up in a swift movement, the blanket falling from her shoulders and exposing her to the cold air. “You remember that bed I built you? The one in our bedroom. I’m sure you know the one,” he said, his casual voice laced with something just a touch menacing. He leaned in to say into her ear, “You have one minute to get into it.”

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