#another piece of information for me to keep in the back of my mind
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So. Navalny is dead.
My condolences to his wife and children. And may those influenced by his work carry on the fight for a better Russia.
Even if he wasn't perfect, he was an important voice in the Russian opposition movement and gave hope to many, and his imprisonment, as well as his treatment while in prison, was completely unjust.
Rest in peace.
#misha's text posts#misha's leftie thoughts#i've vaguely heard of it a couple days ago but now that i've been fully catching up it's finally setting in#and it actually made me cry. damn.#i didn't even follow his work that much but hearing some of it from time to time definitely played a role in my political journey#it's those early seeds of 'but what if we tried something else?' back before i even got into politics#when i was only 14 years old in 2018 and i was wondering what a navalny presidency would be like#before i had any understanding of the current system or how awful said system and You Know Who is#just the thought that perhaps there is an alternative we could try... or at least that there should be#and -of course- navalny exposed corruption in the government. and i heard about that#another piece of information for me to keep in the back of my mind#and just him being an actual real critic openly challenging the government even though it put him at risk. that mattered
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A Light That Never Goes Out | Azriel
Azriel x Rhysand's sister (reader) | The aftermath of Azriel kissing you in front of everyone in the Court of Nightmares.
warnings: angry Rhys, angry High Lord, brief mention of Tamsand, mating bond snapping
word count: roughly 3K, around 3.5K if you read the bonus scene
a/n: This is a part two to this but can be read as a stand alone. I had fun writing this but I worry this sounded better in my head. I was tempted to turn this into a crack fic bc of this trending tiktok sound.
Azriel kisses you, consequences be damned. His hand slides from yours to the nape of your neck, drawing you closer. You kiss him back with the same intensity, years of longing and love pouring into this single moment. Your mind and thoughts tangling with his, the bond between you surging with emotion. Desire and hope. Heâs still in disbelief that tonight was the first night he told you he loved you.
But in truth, Azriel had been telling you all alongâin every glance, every touch, every kiss that held more than words ever could.
Azrielâs shadows recoil as the two of you pull apart, breathless. The Court of Nightmares had faded away, the two of you lost in each other. Itâs just you and him, as it is meant to beâŠUntil the distinctive footsteps of your father approaching echoes throughout the ballroom. Your eyes are wide, too many emotions swirling within their depths.Â
But Azriel is relieved that regret is not one of them.
âAzriel.â
The High Lordâs voice is calm and collected but the fury flickering in his violet eyes is unmistakable. He stands no more than two feet away, the authority radiating from him as cold as it is absolute. Beside him, Rhysand watches, his expression unreadable.Â
Your father lifts a hand, wisps of darkness and starlight spilling from his fingertips. The orchestra resumes under the silent command and driven by some invisible force, the guests resume dancing and drinking. As if nothing had happened.Â
âCome with me,â your father says, his tone leaving no room for argument. His command is directed solely at Azriel. âIâd like to have a word.â
 You try to hold on to Azriel, to keep him close, but he slips his fingers from yours, bowing his head in quiet submission to your father. Without another word, he follows after him. And though his command had been directed solely at Azriel, the weight of the situation falls on the both of you.Â
So you step forward, determined to follow after them. But just as you step outside the ballroom, Rhysand grasps your arm, forcing you to a stop.
âYou stupid, foolishâŠ,â his voice trails off in frustration. âWhat have you done?â
You spin on him, eyes flashing with anger as you yank your arm out of his hold. âWhat have I done? What about what have you done? Planning marriage alliances behind my back? Like Iâm some pawn on your chessboard?â
Rhysandâs gaze softens for a brief moment. âY/n, Iââ
âNo.â You interrupt sharply, starlight beginning to swirl from the fingertip you point at him. You donât want to hear his excuse, whatever justification he thinks will make this right. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Cassian and Mor making their way toward you, slipping through the dancing couples and out of the ballroom.Â
The starlight seeping from your fingertip glows brighter, ready and poised to attack. However, itâs your words you speak into his mind that make the blow instead.
âYou know, if you love that runt from Spring so much, why donât you marry him yourself?â
Rhysandâs eyes widen, his brows furrowing as the meaning of your words hit him. The revelation that you know his secret. Where heâd sneak off to some nights. Why the scent of crisp rain and earth lingered on him when heâd return. You and Azriel had pieced it together after Cassian had mentioned that his book on Illyrian training and methods suddenly went missing. Given your secret, you and Azriel had kept that information to yourselves, waiting for the moment Rhysand would feel comfortable to tell you himself.Â
It takes him a moment to regain his composure, for his gaze to harden again. His lips curl into a snarlâa warning. âY/n.â
He leans in forward but you take a step back and winnow away, only one thing on your mind. Finding Azriel.
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The walk to the High Lordâs private office in the Court of Nightmares is silent but the sense of foreboding is nearly deafening. Azriel is tense, his shadows quiet and burrowing into his leathers. Too many possibilities and consequences storm through his mind, each one more damning than the last.
Does he regret kissing you in front of everyone? No.
That kiss was the first honest, uninhibited thing heâd allowed himself to do in years. It was freeing, exhilarating to be able to show everyone, especially the sons of Spring and Autumn that you were his and he was yours. He could face death for thisâfor touching the High Lordâs daughter. For kissing you so openly, so brazenly, in front of the entire court.
But why? Why should it be so wrong for him to love you? Because of his birth? The scars of his past that marked him as unworthy? Heâs served loyally. Bled for this court.Tortured for this court.Â
Heâs watched from the shadows as lords and sons, full of false charm, have circled you like vultures, eyeing you as nothing more than a prize to be claimed. And yet, when heâwho knows you, who cherishes youâshows his love, it is considered a crime.
It isnât fair. But Azriel has never been afforded fairness.Â
The heavy doors to the High Lord's office swing open with a wave of his hand, and Azriel steps inside. The air is thick with tension, and every muscle in his body tightens. The High Lord gestures for him to sit, but Azriel bows his head, respectfully declining. Standing feels safer. Less vulnerable. He wonders if his refusal will anger the High Lord further, but the single shadow curling at his ear reports no rising fury.
He can feel the weight of the High Lordâs gazeâitâs heavy, scrutinizing, like the cold press of a blade against his skin. He keeps his eyes forward, even though his heart pounds in his chest. If thereâs punishment to be had, Azriel will accept it.
The High Lord moves to his desk, positioned beneath an oculus, where moonlight spills through and dances across his features. He gazes up at the starlit sky as if searching for answersâor perhaps, waiting.
âNormally, this is the part where people like you should be begging for forgiveness, for a way to rectify your mistake.â
Azrielâs jaw tightens. âI havenât made a mistake.â
âNo?â The High Lordâs gaze snaps back to him, piercing as if he could peel away Azrielâs very skin to lay bare his soul. Azriel wonders, for a brief moment, if your daemati powers had been inherited from your father. Could the High Lord see into his mind, his thoughts? Have kept this power to himself all these years as a secret weapon?Â
âYou sound so sure of yourself,â the High Lord continues, his tone sharpening. âTell me, how long has this... affair been going on?â
âFor decades.â Azriel admits, knowing that there was no use in lying. The truth was already written in the way he kissed you, in the way he looked at you as you broke away from the kiss.
âFor decades?â The High Lord repeats, his expression darkening, violet eyes narrowing. âYou took my daughterâs first dance tonight of all nights.â
Azrielâs silence says everything. Both of them aware that Azriel had taken more than dances, more than a kiss.
âYouâve taken her innocence. Youâve ruined herâŠâ The High Lord continues to seethe in that cool, unnerving tone.
Azrielâs fingers twitch at his sides, fighting the urge to reach for his dagger. Not to defend himself, but because itâs his only comfort in moments like these.
But this is not a battle to be fought with daggers or swords. This is a battle of love, of politics, of status. One heâs had no training for yet one heâs willing to fight. After all, it wouldnât be the first time heâd fight against all odds.
âWhether she marries Spring or Autumn, she will become a lady of the highest esteem and forge a strong alliance with my court. Laden with all the riches and wonders only a High Lord can offer. What can you offer? You donât even have a proper last name to give her, Shadowsinger.â
Azriel swallows thickly, the weight and shame of his low-born status crashing into him like the violent current of Illyriaâs river. It feels like heâs sinking under it, drowning in it. He knows he canât offer you what any son of Spring or Autumn could. He had reminded you of thatâagain and again.Â
Itâs as if you can feel his doubts creeping back in, the poison of guilt and worthlessness seeping in. Your presenceâsoft, warm, and steadyâenters his mind. You bring forth the memory you had shared with him moments ago on the dance floor again.
âI canât give you much,â his voice had dropped to a whisper, barely a rasp as he leaned his forehead against yours. His nose brushed against yours, his lips hovering just over your own. âBut I can give you everything I have.â
âThatâs all Iâll ever need,â you had replied, the words echoing now in his mind, like an antidote to the venom of doubt. Thatâs all Iâll ever need, thatâs all Iâll ever need, thatâs allâ
âI asked you a question, Azriel.â The High Lordâs sharp voice cut through the memory, yanking him back to the cold, oppressive reality of the Court of Nightmares. âWhat can you offer in exchange for my daughter?â
Azrielâs knees buckle beneath him before he even realizes it. He drops to the floor, bowing his head low. His shadows stir, swirling around him in a frenzy, urging him to stand. To stop him.
âMy life.â
âYour life,â The High Lord muses. He lets out a dark, humorless chuckle. âYou love my daughter enough to give your life for her?â
âYes,â Azriel says, his voice firm and steady, even as his shadows coil tighter around his arms, trying to pull him back from this path. But he stays rooted to the floor. His life, his soulâit all belongs to you anyway. What was it worth, if not to protect you? To be yours?
The High Lordâs eyes narrow as he studies the swirling shadows, dark and restless, wrapping themselves around Azrielâs form. Shadowsingers are rare. Their power is precious. They can see and hear things others canât. The only known living one kneels before him now.Â
Despite his low born status, the Shadowsinger had also proved himself a formidable, Illyrian warrior. A Carynthian. Itâs why he appointed Azriel as the Night Courtâs spymaster. Â
And now this powerful and strong male is offering his life.
To have a Shadowsinger as his spymaster is rare, a gift in itself. To have Azrielâs loyalty, his strength, his skills bound by magic for life. A weapon of mass destruction, at his beck and call. No room for betrayal, no worry over him leaving his court for another.
 All in exchange for your hand in marriage?Â
Now, that sounds like a deal.
He lets out a thoughtful hum, voicing his consideration. He could give Azriel a title, raise him from his bastard status. At his will, darkness begins to rise from the floor. The power of the bargain hovers in the air between them, ready to etch itself into both their skins.Â
 Azriel finally lifts his head, meeting the High Lordâs eyes with no fear. Only the light of determination. He is willing to give his life to your father if thatâs what it takes to be by your side.Â
The cloud of darkness begins to separate, its dark tendrils moving toward him, the binding magic poised to seal his fate, to chain him to this bargain for the rest of his life.
But before it can touch his skin, before the deal can be made, a bright light erupts in the room. A sharp hiss escapes the darkness as it recoils, retreating back into the shadows where it had come from. Azrielâs own shadows seem to shudder in relief.
Both Azriel and the High Lordâs heads snap toward the source of the light. You stand at the doors, your eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears, your hands glowing with pure, raging starlight.
âNo!â you cry, the word trembling on your lips as you step forward, the glow around you growing even brighter.Â
Your eyes lock with Azrielâs and something tightens in his chest, crawling up his rib cage. Itâs sharp and breathtaking. His hand grabs at his chest and yours does the same.Â
âHe will not be your slave,â you say, turning to your father with the same determination flashing in your eyes. âThere has to be another way.â
The High Lordâs features morph into a scowl. âAnother way? My star, he is a bastardââ
âI love him!âÂ
That tightening in his chest finally snaps and Azrielâs breath catches. He feels that light in your eyes, perfectly reflecting the one in his. It sears into his soul, as fierce and unrelenting as the starlight glowing from your hands.
Your father doesnât notice the shift in the air, the change in Azrielâs posture, in his chest. Or in yours.
âYou think that means anything?âÂ
Azrielâs shadows whisper a warning into his ears, of an oncoming raging darkness. Different but similar to the High Lordâs. He barely hears his shadows, too focused on you, on the bond thrumming between you. His mind is consumed with you.Â
Mate. Mate. Mate.
âYou and motherââ you begin.
âDo you think your mother and I love each other?â The High Lord interrupts sharply, his voice cold and cutting. He breaks out into a laugh.
Azriel snaps out of his trance. Anger flares within him at the shock, the devastation that takes over your features. He watches as you shrink back slightly, his instincts roaring to protect you from any harm, whether verbal or otherwise.Â
Because heâs your mate. Because he loves you.
 âYou think I would marry your mother, a low born seamstress by choice? What your mother and I have is different. Itâs complicated. A special bond. One that gave me Rhysand and you andââ
A sound like thunder crashes through the room, reverberating off the stone walls as darkness swells in every corner. One moment, Azriel is on his knees. The next, heâs slamming into the cold marble floor, the force of Rhysandâs power pinning him down. Tendrils of Rhysandâs darkness coil around Azrielâs form, fighting with the shadows that instinctively rise to defend him.
âHow long?â Rhysand's violet eyes blaze as they burn into Azriel.
âAnd I am beginning to think you both are nuisances to my existence rather than gifts...â The High Lord mutters followed by an exhausted sigh.
âHow long have you been fucking my sister?â His words are a snarl as he slams Azriel harder into the floor, advancing toward him with clenched fists.
âRhysand!â You let out a cry, rushing to the two males to separate them.
Your brother whips around, his anger igniting into something fiercer at the sight of you. âStay out of this!â he snaps, his hand raising. Heâs too angry, too heated. So much that he doesn't even notice the force of darkness he aims your way.
Rhysandâs magic hits you hard, knocking the breath from your lungs. A choked gasp escapes as you stumble backward, struggling to keep your footing. A burst of bright sapphire explodes from each of Azrielâs siphons, a deep and low growl rumbling from his chest. He breaks free from Rhysandâs magic, standing to his feet. His wings flare behind him, shadows swirling like a storm.
The look in his hazel eyes is nothing short of feral, dark and ancient, a fierce and possessive glint that makes Rhysand falter and surprise flash across the High Lordâs features.
You fall to the ground with a thud, palms scraping against the stone and pain flaring in your hands. Rhysand turns toward you, the anger that had been simmering in his violet gaze immediately dissolving into guilt and regret. âY/n, Iâm so sorry.â
âDonât touch her.â Azriel growls, standing in between you and your brother, his shadows forming in an additional protective barrier. Some shadows flutter toward you, helping you stand and bringing you to Azrielâs side. Your hand instinctively seeks Azrielâs, fingers curling into his and you squeeze it, letting him know youâre alright.Â
âBy the CauldronâŠâ the High Lordâs voice comes out in a low murmur, his gaze darting between you and Azriel. His eyes narrow as he finally notices the subtle shift in the air, in your scents. The scent of a bond.Â
âYou two are mates,â he says, tone laced with resignation. Because even he, a High Lord, is not above going against The Cauldron.
It feels like a punch to the gut for Rhysand. His best friend and his sister. Fateâs inevitable design had been right under his nose all along. âWhat?â Rhysand breathes in shock, chest still heaving from the exertion of his magic.
Azrielâs hand tightens around yours. His gaze softens as he turns to you, the fierce protectiveness from earlier easing into something gentler. And when your eyes meet again, itâs thereâthe unmistakable light of the mating bond. It shines bright and steady between you. Just like your love for each other does.
 A light that never goes out.
bonus scene
Once the shock of the bond had worn off, the High Lord excused himself, muttering about damage control. âSpring will be the hardest to deal with,â he had said.
Rhysandâs body tensed as his eyes found yours. But youâd only given him a small, reassuring smile. Though it is something you would like to talk about, his secret would remain safe with you.
Your father would soon announce the bond to the Court of Nightmares, already making plans for a grand mating ceremony. Youâd much rather have something private, intimate. But a public celebration seemed like a small price to pay for the lifetime youâd get to spend beside the male you loved.
Rhysand turned his gaze back to Azriel, his expression still unreadable. âYou never answered my question,â he said, voice calm but edged with something darker. âHow long?â
Azriel hesitated before answering, unlike the way he had with the High Lord. This was his best friend standing in front of him. The one he grew up and trained along with, survived the brutality of the Blood Rite with. Rhysand was like a brother to him and he went behind his back for years.
 âA decade.â
âA decade?â Rhysand blinks in surprise.Â
A whole decade of secrecy. Of Azriel sneaking around with his little sister. It all made sense now. Why Azriel became more reserved, more private. Why Azriel no longer indulged himself with the pleasures of the females at Ritaâs or the Illyrian camps like he and Cassian did. Why you spent more time at the Moonstone palace, instead of the House of Wind, where you had grown up and been raised by a handful of Priestesses. It hadnât been to learn about the politics of the courts but to be closer to Azriel.
And then, with no warning, Rhysand swings.
The hit lands squarely on Azrielâs jaw, so swift and unexpected that neither you nor Azrielâs shadows had seen it coming. Azriel takes the blow without protest, silently commanding his shadows to stand their ground and not fight back.Â
âRhys!â you snapped, your brows furrowing into a scowl.Â
Rhysand huffs, shaking out his hand from the impact. âThatâs for going behind my back,â he says. He pauses for a second and then, he lets out a low chuckle. Full of disbelief and relief.
âIâm still angry at both of you,â Rhysand admits, and Azriel lowers his head, bracing for more. âNot because itâs youâthough Iâll admit, seeing you together is... strange. But because you kept it from me for so long, putting both of your lives at risk.â
Then Rhysandâs voice softens, his gaze following. âBut Iâm glad itâs you.â
Azriel lifts his head back up in surprise as Rhysand holds out his hand.
 âYouâre a good male, Azriel. Better than most. And I know youâll protect her. Love her in a way no one else can.â
Azriel stares at Rhysandâs outstretched hand before finally clasping it, the tension between them easing. Your chest warms at your brotherâs sincerity.
The sound of footsteps, heavy and hurried, echo through the stone walls. They grow louder with each passing second and moments later, Cassian and Mor appear at the entrance of your fatherâs study. Cassian braces himself against the doorframe and Mor leans on him, their chests rising and falling rapidly.
Itâs clear theyâre winded from the endless stairs they mustâve taken to reach the floor of your fatherâs private study. It was located between the Court of Nightmares and Moonstone Palace, warded so that only those of his bloodline could winnow directly inside.
Their eyes dart between the three of you.Â
âWhat did we miss?â
a/n: hope you enjoyed! hereâs a little HC (idk what to call it?) of Rhysâs sis & Az if youâre curious đ
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hold my hand, lean on me
synopsis - jiaoqiu adjusting to domestic life with you
includes - jiaoqiu
warnings - gn!reader, spoilers for 2.5, angst w/ some comfort, fluff, maybe ooc, wc - 1.3k
a/n: i actually cannot get this darn foxian out my mind :( shouts to @thelightofmylife for some vv helpful pointers and information ^^ tbh i feel like this is just 1.3k words of word vomit HAHA
the healers finished informing you of the situation, thanking them you then closed the door to the shared abode. a sigh you didn't know you were holding back escaped alongside a glance down to the papers the healer's handed over. you could read them later, the news followed by the details of it wasn't exactly a pleasant thought, if anything it might be a final push for the tears to start falling.
your thoughts were distracted by the sound of hesitant, shuffling footsteps. turning around, you were met with the sight of jiaoqiu standing idly not too far from you - almost as if he was taking in the surroundings, although now it was more him trying to piece together the memories of what it looked like.
jiaoqiu had arrived back at the yaoqing not too long ago, admittedly rather late, but the luofu's alchemy commission had kept him for a while. he'd been forced immediately to the yaoqingâs alchemy commission as they were now the ones responsible for his treatment plan for the future. a short talk with them had then led to him being escorted back home. to you.
upon arrival, some of the alchemy commission healers explained to you about the entire situation. they kept it short but soon handed you a full document containing everything from âpatientâs injuriesâ to âdoctorâs post-charge adviceâ - each and every sentence pained you more and more, you refused to acknowledge what would've happened if moze hadn't found him, you would have to thank him later.
the healers had asked you to take upon the responsibility of looking after him at home, and in most day to day life scenarios - at least until he adjusted properly. they asked you to keep strict to the âpost-charge adviceâ as otherwise it probably would cause more harm to him, making his healing process longer and maybe even worsening it beyond healing.
âjiao-geâ you called out, to let him know that you were still near. it pained to see the somber look on his face. the last thing jiaoqiu saw wasn't anyone, anywhere or anything he loved. no. it was something he hated, someone he loathed in unfamiliar territory surrounded by no-one he knew.
now he stood in familiar territory, with the person he loved the most. but he couldn't bask in the sights or even see you. all he had was memories to cast images in his mind, to help pretend that nothing was wrong and that he could see what he remembered.
you knew that he wouldn't want you doting on him. jiaoqiu needed to adjust, to learn how to go about his life as usual and you overly fussing over him would only probably annoy him and prolong that.
it had been a long day, any proper conversations could be held tomorrow. to no surprise, jiaoqiu insisted he could get ready and do everything by himself. you granted him that independence. eventually, admittedly with some help, you two were ready for sleep. and even though you were right there beside him, jiaoqiu never felt further from you.
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the process was slow. nobody would've said that it was going to be anything other than that. jiaoqiu very clearly wanted independence. he didn't want to seen as a burden, he chose to do this, and knowing that people were constantly doting on him instead of continuing with their lives made him feel awful.
one of the first things you did was help make your shared abode more compatible with his needs. an easy step was making sure that everywhere was clean and free of obstruction, normally moze always
showed up and helped with cleaning as well. another step was helping jiaoqiu become able to navigate the home on his own, mainly he acted on memory but you needed to make sure that where he frequented was always obstruction free.
occasionally you could hear a bump or hurried shuffling from the room over, each and every time you dropped what you were doing and checked up on him. it was never anything major and if anything it always resulted in jiaoqiu silently cursing at the piece of furniture he walked into.
you two always adopted a verbal calling system at home. should you need to leave the room he was in, you would tell him exactly where you were going and what you were doing - that way he knew where you were. jiaoqiu would also inform you of where he planned on going just in case something happened or he got lost.
although, admittedly, for the first couple of weeks jiaoqiu stuck to you like glue. to him, it was a way to quickly adjust and therefore he wouldn't have to be a burden for long. however jiaoqiu subsequently had developed a rather interesting habit, one neither of you addressed - you because you thought it was sweet and didn't want to embarrass him, him because he didn't want to admit it.
and that was him using his tail as a guidance. at home, it was either curled around your waist, wrist or leg. in public, it lingered around your wrist, so much so that it constantly tickled you. it was a way of him making sure you were there with him, you hadn't left him and he was okay.
although most admittedly it was worse at night. he would hold you close, an ironclad grip that usually you would ask for him to let up but you knew he needed this. tail curled around your waist, preventing you from escaping. in his opinion, you helped him sleep easier, much easier than any fragrances he was prescribed.
however, this always came with a risk. due to residual lupitoxin still in his body, jiaoqiu became frequently prone to nightmares which plagued him constantly. everytime his mind was tricked into believing that the borisin were waiting, patiently looking for an opening to get revenge.
he wakes up because of them, drenched in fear and swear, and because he's so fearful the lupitoxin can take hold easier. suddenly he's tricked into believing that the borisin have found him. unbeknownst to the fact that it's you. so you sometimes take the liberty of sleeping away from him, but then he wakes up to an empty bead but he can hear someone in the room over and when he finds out it was you, sleeping away from him, he becomes consumed with guilt.
a major change for him was his inability to cook anymore. jiaoqiu was determined to do so with his impairment but he needed to learn. nowadays you cook with him. instead of being hushed out of the kitchen, you stood closely beside him, handing him the tools he needed, telling him where you put them so he could find them again on his own.
gently reminding him to lay off the spices when he requested more, he was to avoid spicy foods at all costs for the time being. a hard change, one that he absolutely despised but he knew better than to go against a doctor's order. helping him go out and buy ingredients, listening to what he told you and carrying out the tasks diligently.
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and that was a shortlist of changes. you were very happy to accommodate anything for him, so long as he felt comfortable and loved. it wasn't uncommon for jiaoqiu to experience major lows, it was only natural and you needed to be there for him.
to listen to him, to show him that the support he needed was always a simple ask away - you didn't want to push to dote on him for many reasons. but that was different to showing genuine care and love to him when he started seeing himself as a useless, dependent person.
life would be different. for a while or maybe even forever, perhaps feixiao would strike lucky in her search for a healer that knew how to help. but for now, you two would have to learn how to adjust. to be there for eachother.
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congrats on 1k!!! so so happy for you đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
for the song request đ§ could you write a lil fluff piece for lando? song: look after you by the fray <3
Be My Baby | L. Norris
Summary: You and Lando slowly but surely realize that youâre falling in love with each other.
Warnings: none just fluff
pairing: lando x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
Note: I listened to this song three times and wrote this while listening. I honestly donât know if it relates to the song at all but Iâm satisfied with the plot.
Lando was holding all the bags for you while you shopped, and it was getting hard to hold them all in one hand. But he wantedâno, needed to keep his other hand free so he would be able to hold yours as you walked side by side.
Then, you spotted the next store you wanted to walk into, dropping Landoâs hand and while he followed you, his hand felt a tad too empty.
If I don't say this now, I will surely break
Lately, Lando has been looking at you a little too long for it to be considered anything less than a relationship, but every time he looked away, his heart ached, needing to search for a glimpse of you again.
You were picking out a few clothes, holding it up in front of you as you decided whether or not you wanted to buy it. Turning to Lando to ask for his opinion, you let out a laugh, confusing him.
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
You stepped closer, poking his nose before breaking out into a smile, âoh Lan, do you want me to take any bags?â
You reached for them but he pulled away, shaking his head, âno, Iâm good. Also, donât get that dress.â He commented, nodding his head towards the dress you were currently holding.
âNo? It wouldnât look good on me?â You asked as you held it against your body but he still shook his head. âYou would look good in anything, but it has buttons on the back instead of a zipper and I know how much you hate those.â
Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait
You flipped the dress and as he stated, there were buttons instead of a zipper like you thought. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise, at both the facts that Lando not only noticed the buttons before you did, but also knew that you preferred zippers. You had no idea that Lando remembered the small piece of information.
Without another word uttered, you placed the dress back on the rack and continued shopping. If you had said something, it wouldâve been a little more than what is considered friendly.
My heart has started to separate
During the remainder of your shopping spree, Lando tried to keep up with your pace but he fell behind. However he didnât mind because he could look at you as much as he wanted without getting caught.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
The next time Lando called you, it was way too early in the morning for you. But the words he spoke as soon as you picked up worried you, âI think I might accidentally burn my apartment down if you donât come and help me.â
You noted the time, 8 am, and groaned, âwhy would you burn your house this early? Canât it wait?â
I'll look after you
âAre you coming or do you want to see my body burnt to a crisp?â Laughing, you told him that you would be there in ten minutes.
You reached in nine minutes, knocking incessantly in case Lando did actually fuck something up, but then again it wasnât unusual for him to do so.
As soon as he opened the door, you walked right past him then once you assessed the damageâor well the lack ofâyou turned around to greet him, âwhat did you do?â
There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
âGood morning to you too,â he responded with a sheepish smile on his face. âLando no middle name Norris, you did not ask me to come over for no reason.â
âI do have a reason, but donât act like you wouldnât come over for no reason either.â He walked closer to you, and you shrugged, âfair, I would.â
Will you won't you, be the one I always know?
âCome with me,â he stated, walking towards the kitchen and thatâs where the mess was made. There were an unusual amount of empty pots and pans scattered everywhere.
You raised your eyebrow in amusement then looked at him. âDonât laugh, I wanted spring rolls, but I donât think I can fry them without either burning myself or the apartment.â
You laughed, something you were doing a lot more in his presence. When he looked at you with a stern glare, you slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
Once you stopped laughing, you had only one question, âwhy do you want to fry spring rolls this early?â
He shrugged, âIâm hungry,â
Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you began decluttering the space so you could work efficiently. Setting the frypan to heat up with oil, you looked at Lando again, noticing that he was already looking at you.
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
âThe things I do for you, Lan, no one else will put up with this you know?â He hummed, âwhat makes you think I want anyone else but you?â
He watched you cook, surprised at your little to no fear while handling hot oil but he chose not to comment in case it distracts you.
On the other hand, Lando was very much distracted by your choice of clothing. He noticed that you were wearing a black hoodie with his name and driver number on the back. He couldnât look away from it for the remainder of the time your back was facing him. Then, he realized with a stupid smile on his face, that he liked it a lot.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
Lando was walking you home and your hand was wrapped around his bicep as if it always belonged there. The restaurant was nearby so there no reason to drive, plus that meant you two were able to order some wine with your meal.
Although it wasnât a date, it didnât feel like anything less than one. The only difference was, both of you were in comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy, and it wasnât openly stated that it was a date. But god, did you wish it was.
And I'll look after you
Lando walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk that was closer to the road. The sun had set a few hours ago, letting the moon illuminate the night sky. The time always passed by so quickly whenever you were with Lando.
His presence was so inviting that you never wanted to leave. When you finally admitted the thought instead of ignoring it, you realized how much you didnât want Lando to just be your friend. You wanted so much more.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Lando spoke, interrupting the silence of the night but his voice was like music to your ears. âThe wine,â you lied, knowing that the voices of your inner thoughts could not be said out loud. Not yet.
If ever there was a doubt
âThat good?â He followed up, making you nod, âcould compete with Danielâs,â you responded, feeling his body move as he chuckled before you heard him.
âDonât tell him that, heâs already got too big of a head.â Lando commented about his former teammate although there was no ill intent behind his words. You playfully slapped his arm with your free hand, only because you didnât want to let go of his arm. âAnd what about you Mr. Norris, wouldnât you say youâve got a big ego as well?â
My love she leans into me
âThe only reason Iâve got a big ego is because of you, sweetheart, always complimenting me.â Based on his tone, you knew he was just teasing but you couldnât help but think more of the nickname he gave you. It wasnât the first time he used it, but it definitely stirred feelings in your stomach the more he said it.
âThen my ego should be through the roof with the way you compliment me,â you noted, remembering all the times he said something that would leave you a blushing mess.
âAnd everything I said is true,â He remarked, and only because you didnât want him to see your face which was undoubtedly red, you leaned your head onto his arm. Surely, that was the only reason, you told yourself. You totally didnât want to just soak up all his personal space and make it yours.
This most assuredly counts
Reaching the doorstep to your home, both of you stopped walking but neither made a move to part away. In fact, while you were walking, Landoâs hand covered yours that was resting on his arm.
âI guess the night ends here,â Lando commented once you found the strength to move away from him. You looked towards the door then back at him, âit doesnât have to, you can come in.â
Lando closed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head, âI donât think I should.â
She says most assuredly
Even though you werenât holding his arm anymore, you stepped closer to see if he would move back, but he didnât. âWhy not?â You asked, even though you had an idea of what his answer could be.
âI donât think I would be able to leave.â He looked at you with such intensity that if you werenât slowly becoming accustomed to it, you wouldâve melted into a puddle.
âLando,â you whispered as there wasnât a need to speak any louder with the little distance between you. His hand rested against your cheek, and he tilted his face an inch closer.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
âThis could change everything,â he commented, letting you find a reason to back out now. âI know,â you muttered, leaning closer until your lips were barely just brushing together.
âKiss me,â you spoke against his lips and he didnât waste a single moment before closing the distance entirely, claiming you as his and him as yours.
I'll look after you
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Give me what I want.
pairing: Arlecchino x fem!reader
context: sesbian lex.
cw: porn without plot, strap-on, rough sex, overstimulation, pussydrunk Arle, Arle is so into eating reader out that she lowkey looses it, not proofread
I literally just wanted to write something short without plot or back information to cleanse my mind before going back to my usual schemingđŒ
NSWF utc, MDNI
âI canât hear you.â, your attempt to muffle the moans into the comfort of your pillow was shattered to pieces as your wife grabbed a handful of your messy hair -which used to be a neatly arranged ponytail- only to yank your head back out of the fabric, your moans of pure pleasure and ecstasy now ripping through the tense bedroom air.
âYou know better than to hide the results of my work from me, doll.â, she rolled her hips back against yours, your juices already formed a creamy ring on the base of strap as she effortlessly hit that cute little spot inside of you again. The spot that makes your legs quiver and your pussy throb even more as you prayed to the gods that she leaves your abdomen intact.
How many times did she make you break apart by now? You lost count already but the five fingers on your hand were sure as hell not enough. She didnât even bother undressing you properly after coming home with you from a business dinner.
There was still your bra holding onto its dear life on your right shoulder as your beautiful dress was lazily unzipped, the skirt being shoved up just enough for Arle to have access to your cunt and you were pretty sure she mightâve ripped it in the process of trying to get these annoying layers of fabric off of your body before just simply giving up. Then there was your pantyhose. Besides mumbling a simple âsorryâ against your neck as she ripped them apart to gain entry to you, little effort was put into caring for your clothes.
She was the one buying them anyway.
Another cry of pleasure left your throat as she angled her hips slightly, only to fuck back deeper into your aching cunt, always making sure the tip of the silicone dildo kisses your weak spot. Itâs not like it takes a lot of effort for her to do so.
âSo vocal, my little dove⊠arenât you?â, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room as you canât help but nod which makes her chuckle, soon you feel her sharp nail being dragged along the length of your spine. You visibly shiver underneath her touch.
âYou can whine and complain about your overstimulated core all you want but youâre moans are practically all over the place as if Iâd deprived you of my touch for centuries.â, your walls tightened at the sheer rawness in her voice again, you needed a break as much as you wanted her to keep fucking you into heaven, to keep whispering those filthy words into your ear that remind exactly of why that wedding ring on your right hand is glimmering so beautifully in the shimmering moonlight shining down on your fucked out figure.
Just when you were about to approach your next orgasm of the night, that filled up sensation between your legs disappeared suddenly and fuck you hated it. It suddenly felt so unbearably empty it made your legs quiver in desperation. With a whine you turned your head around to throw the death glare of the century at your wife. You were only met with a pair of hungry eyes fixating yours.
In between your breathless panting, you couldnât help but snap at her, âW-What was that for-?! I was just about-â, and in one swift motion, you were flipped on your back. Strong hands grabbing a hold underneath your knee joints; forcing your legs against your chest and lifting up your abdomen in the process.
âAlways so quick to complain. Greedy, little thing you are.â, your wife was no more standing before you as her face was now on the same height as your throbbing hole. Something in your stomach churned at the hungry glimmer in Arlecchinoâs eyes as she stared down at you, like a predator choosing its prey for the next meal.
She was about to have a feast.
âAny last words?â, her tongue slowly licked over her own lips, nails carefully scratching over the skin on your knee, the threads of her self control snapping one by one as she took in the drenched state of your cunt and- oh? Seems like her nails also parted your slip in two pieces when she pulled it aside earlier.
âEn⊠E-Enjoy your meal-â, the words barely left your lips as Arlecchino dived her face between your legs, tongue lapping up your folds to savor every last drop of you.
Your hand quickly found home in between the strands of her hair, your body too overwhelmed with her tongue exploring your aching pussy like she just came home to a Gourmet meal being served for dinner. The slurping sounds coming from her mouth where driving you close to insanity, there was even a moan being swallowed up your soft flesh as the tip of her tongue grazed your clitoris.
This was as close to heaven as Arlecchino will ever get. Your taste was addictive. Pulling her in like a siren song. More. She wanted- No, she needed more of you. She wanted to devour you whole, feast on you until your legs were shaking around her head as you prayed and begged for more. Simply just nibbling on your clit wasnât enough for her. She was greedy. And the Knave was usually never a greedy woman. But this pretty thing between your legs only belonged to her and she had to make sure you know it. She will let you know it.
So when her tongue dived back into your hole, a pleasured whine slipped past your lips. Your wife knew how to eat you up even better than how to handle her deadly scythe. It came to her as natural as breathing but you didnât quite believe her when she insists on you being her first.
Arlecchino didnât stop for the sake of your sanity when you came over her tongue faster than you anticipated. The lewd sounds that were produced by your very own vocal chords being enough to keep her going, nose still nuzzled against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves as her tongue fucked you like she just made her last wish on her deathbed.
Thatâs when you noticed between all the pleasure clouding your mind that her hands gripping your legs were growing overly hot. A quick glance at them confirmed your suspicions. The usually dark-grey lines grazing her black skin were slowly fading into a bloody-red.
She was that far gone?
Hissing slightly, you tapped her hand with your free one, âF-Fuck⊠ArleâŠâ, but your wife was too lost in her own Cloud 7.
âP-Peruere-!â, this time your voice grew a bit more desperate, even tugging on her hair.
âHmâŠ?â, her mouth still didnât leave the comforting warmth of your folds, eyes merely fluttering open, itâs like looking in the eyes of a drunkard who just came home from his daily visit at the bar.
âP-Peruere, y-your hands-!â, you know yanked her head back from you, forcing a pained groan from her throat, your fluids dripping down from her chin.
Like how dare you interrupt her during her meal.
She even had the guts to look pissed off as she took rapid breaths, obviously not aware of her need of oxygen, âWo⊠Woman, what is so important that you-â, she now finally noticed the red lines running up her toned arms and she clicked her tongue in frustration, quickly removing her grip on you after placing your legs on her shoulders and shoves the skirt of your dress out of her way.
âMy apologies. Are you hurt, dearest?â, she placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh before leaning her head against it. The look in her eyes was apologetic, yet still yearning.
âItâs fine. Iâm oka-â, thatâs all your wife needed to hear before taking off right where she left the both of you. Hands now slowly returning back to their usual color but theyâre now gripping the edge of your bed, not wanting to risk anything.
You could only watch the black tips of her hair slowly turning back into their usual white when you felt her lips closing around your clit.
This is going to be a loooooooooooong night. You just hope that your legs wonât give up on you tomorrow.
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HI!!! so i am obsessed with your reader x coworker james first kiss fic. can we maybe get something about what came after? like how were the interactions the day or week after, how did they behave around each other, did james tell the boys or was he too nervous?
âyou and James maintain a facade that Remus sees through
James wheels his chair to be as far from you as possible. He leans back, turns his monitor. Through the gap, he has a perfect window of your face without it being obvious that heâs staring. Well, sort of.Â
Stop staring.Â
James reads Remusâ slack message in surprise. He glances at you, finds you still snacking on chocolate covered somethings less covertly than you mean to be, and decides to grace his friend with a message back.Â
NopeÂ
James, Remus messages.Â
Iâm not really staringÂ
Youâre staring. She can definitely tellÂ
James looks back to you, hoping to prove Remus wrong, but youâre staring straight at him. He has the instinct to look away and the sense not to, charmed into grinning when you squint at him, your mock suspiciousness adorable.Â
âJames,â Remus says, clearing his throat.Â
James pulls his gaze away reluctantly. âWhat?âÂ
âCan you answer my email?âÂ
The email isnât an email, but another slack message. Are you serious right now? You couldnât be more obvious if you triedÂ
James flicks a pen lid at him. âObvious about what?â he mouths.Â
You get up and stretch, tactically failing to meet anyoneâs eyes as you pick up your empty glass of water and leave.Â
âJames, whatâs going on?âÂ
âWhat ever could you mean, my love?âÂ
Remus rolls his chair toward. âDonât flirt with me. Iâm serious, what the hell is going on with you? Youâre supposed to hate the girl.âÂ
âHate is such a strong word.â
âWell, youâre being a bit much no matter what.âÂ
James bites his cheek in a hurry to straighten up. âYou think so?âÂ
Remus just stares at him.
James has done a fantastic job at keeping your kiss a secret. He doesnât know how, mind you âyou kissed him, you kissed him, you asked if you could and you kissed him like a sweetheart with the softest mouth heâs ever had the fortune to feel pressed against his own.Â
Since your kiss, heâs been feeling weirdly poetic. He totally gets all those Carol Ann Duffy poems they made him read at school now.Â
One day without telling anybody is impressive, at least to his own standards. âI know what Iâm doing,â he says.Â
Remus frowns. âIâd love to be informed on what exactly that is.âÂ
âCertain events have transpired and convinced me that I was quite wrong to have judged our girl so harshly.â
âCertain events?âÂ
âIâm allowed some mystery,â James says, before smiling so hard it makes him squint and his cheeks apple. He rubs at his face roughly in an attempt to move forward, but he remembers the way your kiss had melded from soft and shy to hungry. Fuck, he loved it. He needs another one. He has no idea how to get it. âUgh, Iâm gonna go get my lunch from the fridge.âÂ
âSure you are. Alright, well, Iâm gonna find Sirius and maybe he can convince you to start acting normal again.â
James goes to the kitchen first but abandons his charade when you arenât there. He grabs his lunch, tucking it under his arm as he makes his way through to the break room. Youâre thankfully, blissfully, sitting by the open window with a shop-bought salad.Â
He nods at the chair across from you. âCan I sit?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âThatâs all you're eating?â he asks. A little tray of salad is hardly enough to keep you going until the end of the day. âI have gyoza chilli noodle soup, itâs amazing.âÂ
âYouâre gonna eat it cold?â you ask.Â
He leans forward, elbows on the table, holding your gaze. âNo, but Iâm busy right now.â He needs time to look you over. Every time he realises how pretty you are is like another beat of his capering pulse.Â
âDonât harass me.âÂ
âIâm not harassing you.âÂ
âWhat would you call this?â You stab a few pieces of lettuce onto your fork. âI canât have much more for dinner, I just had half a packet of chocolate covered strawberries.âÂ
âDonât say that, like some snacks and a salad are more than youâre allowed. Here, I'll warm this up and you can share. Youâll really like it, the gyoza are amazing.âÂ
âSo what, youâre gonna take care of me now?â you ask. Youâre teasing, but thereâs a slight edge of bitterness to it like you believe what youâre saying. James is swift to set that right, though he stays speaking in tongues with you.
âIâve been trying to.â James can hear footsteps at the doorway, and besides, youâre right, heâs being too nice. He sucks in an unbothered breath. âWhatever, loser, stick to your sad salad.âÂ
Your eyes widen. âI donât want your cold soup, you idiot.âÂ
Sirius and Remus filter in with one of your coworkers just behind them. âI thought you said he was being weird?â Sirius asks. âHe seems pretty normal to me.âÂ
Remus sighs forlornly, prompting a side hug from his boyfriend as he shepherds him to the table where you and James are sitting.
âHeâs always being weird,â you say.Â
James kicks your foot gently. You pick through your salad with a poorly concealed smile.Â
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SHAKESPEAREAN ROSE
Spencer Reid x psychiatrist!reader
Synopsis: Spencer Reid silently admires the new psychiatrist on the floor. Word Count: 1600+ WARNING: nothing, just fluff! A/N: Remember when I said I wrote more than what I posted for Doctors Across The Hall? This is itđ€ (I forgot to post it on aug 1, oops) I've decided to make Spencer Reid x psychiatrist!reader a series! It'll just be a bunch of fluff/angst/rare spicy stuff with psychiatrist!reader that happens in the same timeline but it's not in order. So, not exactly a story just tangents ??? Also I'm open to requests/prompts to keep this going hehe <3 Tell me what you think!
â âGuys, youâre so sweet! This is adorable!â
â Spencerâs ears perk up at the commotion. Curiosity thrums in his veins as he watches Derek hand you a rose. A small stuffed toy is clutched in your other hand. A wide smile adorns your face. A gorgeous sight on a late Wednesday morning.Â
â Derek laughs, âCanât take the credit.â He takes Penelope into his right arm. âBaby girl, right here strongly encouraged me.â
â Penelope gives you a bone-crushing hug, âHappy National Girlfriends Day, my favorite psychiatrist! Get ready for our sleepover! I have so many plans!â She squeals in excitement, inviting JJ in, whoâd just discovered the similar objects on her desk.
â Your heart swells. Only two months into the bureau, and youâve already found yourself a great group of friends. As the newly mandated psychiatrist in the building, it was nerve-wracking to enter the floor that seemed to reak of evil and know-it-alls. And although the BAU team is filled with know-it-alls, despite their constant denial, you managed to squeeze into their group as easily as befriending Penelope Garcia. Considering your office happens to be next to her lair.
â âIsnât that day for couples only? For a girlfriend? Not a girl that's a friend?â You chuckle, taking in the aroma from the single rose.
â âNah-uh,â Penelope wiggles her index finger. âAll those boys are just piggybacking on girl powerââ She turns to Derek, whoâs about to object, ââYouâre not included. You have been graciously influenced by moi. Iâm just saying that I have my girlfriends, so I will celebrate the day the way I see fit, and that is with my gorgeous, gorgeous babes!âÂ
â As JJ begins to add her piece to the excitement parade, Spencer turns to Emily, who comes back from the kitchen, her stuffed toy in hand.
â âNational Girlfriends Day?â He asks lowly.
â âWhat?â Emily furrows her brows for a moment before it flattens on her forehead. âOh, that. Just a day some people celebrate to appreciate their girlfriends. Garciaâs excited about itââ
â Her voice quiets into the background in an instant. Spencer sits in his mind as he processes the information. National Girlfriends Day. The words echo in his head. A day to appreciate girlfriendsâŠ
â âż â âż âż â âż âż âż
â Lunch is usually your highlight of the day. Not because of the time you eat but because of the time you spend listening to all the sizzling drama Penelope has to offer. Itâs an interesting experience to have when youâre also the same person who listens to her cries every time the BAU team flies to yet another case in a different state.
â Today, though. Itâs quite different.
â As soon as you enter the bullpen to check in with another agentâs inquiry regarding your services on the floor, a delivery man approaches you and hands you a huge bouquet of roses. Your newly found friends immediately hover around like shameless busybodies. Though, you never mind at all.
â âOooh, yet another gift from your secret loverâŠâ Emily teases, perching on Derekâs desk as she sips coffee.
â Derek joins in, eyebrows raised. âWhat is thatââ He picks up a small note from one of the roses, rolling it open, ââLove looks not with eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blindâŠâ He waves the note with a mischievous grin. âWe donât know this guy, but he sure is cheesy.â
â Emily flashes a sheepish smile, âThereâs one on each rose! How many roses are there?â She starts counting by eye.
â âItâs like Shakespearean roses.â Penelope quips after reading another note from a different rose, passing you the small poem that immediately makes your lips curl.
â âShakespearean roses..? That's a thing?â You curiously inquire, looking over the vast red petals close to your chest.Â
Penelope shrugs, âNot really, but it could be!â She beams at you.
â JJ smiles, joining in after a small detour to her office. âOh, wow!â Her eyes widen, and her brows lift. âAnother one of the noble Sir Rumple?â She coaxes.
â âWho is this Sir Rumple, anyway? Iâm very curious.â Emily snorts, wiggling her brows at you. She doesnât push past your clear boundaries but never fails to strike all her attempts to get a name out of you. Sheâs a profiler, after all.
â âMost importantly, when is she going to introduce us to her secret lover?â Derek teases, nudging you playfully.
â Just as you look up, Spencer Reid stands behind everyone, clutching the strap of his bag like usual.Â
â His hair is short and untamed. Big hazel brown eyes spark under the fluorescent light. A thin, shy smile. And a familiar red cardigan.Â
â You reckon it was the priciest clothing youâve ever bought as a small thank you present. But Spencer doesnât need to know, really.
â Time moves slowly at the brewing desire to have Spencer close. His shy smile and adorable averting eyes bring you the thought of domesticity. You imagine him coming home just like that. Messy hair. Giddy, tight-lipped smile. Exhausted features and yet the most handsome man in your books. A spatula in your hand, music in the kitchen, and the hem of his collared shirt swaying over your thighs. It's poetically a dream. Something you wish to have, to do for as long as you're breathing.
â âMaybe next time?â You say with blushing cheeks. The utter embarrassment of talking about a secret lover in front of your crush had your mind blown into overdrive.
â The group exchanges looks. But they donât push further, indulging in the rare moment of your silent, sunny smile and hoping that youâre happy with whoever's been showering you with affection.
â âOkay, maybe not fully Shakespearean roses,â Penelope interjects, reading a corny joke that had the entire group cringe and you laughing.
â The joy in your laughter is like Clair de Lune playing through sunset. Spencer imagines warm tea in his hand, a book on his lap, and your little giggles across as you flip a page of yet another cheesy romance novel. Sunlight along your most beautiful features, which he insists is all of you. The cozy oversized shirt he owns covers the softness of your skin. A simple thought and yet has his heart racing in sheer bliss.
â Spencer smiles into his action report. âShakespearean rosesâŠâ He whispers in a chuckle, shaking his head at the idea.
â âż â âż âż â âż âż âż
â The day comes to a close with excitement and heartwarming joy.Â
â âSee you later at 9! Don't be late.â Penelope waves at you as the doors slide closed.
â You chuckle at her antics but quickly find yourself in a small predicament, struggling to carry all the tokens of love youâd received from everyone.
â âHere, let me help.âÂ
â Your eyes meet his. And you think you're having a heart attack. But you make sure to smile kindly with a not-so-eager nod.
â âThanks, Reid.â
â He flashes his signature smile, taking the tall bouquet from your hands.Â
â You fight yourself from biting the lower of your lips at the sight of his hand clutching the stem without difficulty. So, you breathe gently and indulge in his warmth next to you.
â âLooks like you had a nice day,â Spencer starts tentatively, swaying on the balls of his feet as he hoists your favorite thing of the day.
â You turn to him with a hum and a gentle bounce of your shoulders. âI did. I feel loved.â You confess.
â Spencer hides his blushing ears. Is it so wrong to wish you always smiled at him like that? Does a lifetime sound too much to ask?Â
â âThat's great,â He nods casually, letting the other patrons jump in and out of the lift.
â The doors open on the last floor. Both of you walk side by side as you trickle out of the lift into the parking lot. It's not a rule. But somehow, you and he always parked in the lowest lot despite the vast parking spaces above.
â He continues the conversation on smaller tangents that make you giggle. How did your sessions today go? How was the new lunch place you went to?Â
â And you throw back the same curiosity with an enthusiasm he admires. Did you finish all your reports? Did you enjoy your lunch stroll?Â
â Spencer hands you the bouquet back as soon as you settle your things in the passenger seat of your car. âSee you tomorrow?â
â You beam at him, and his eyes soften, âSee you tomorrow, Sir Rumple.â You giggle, stealing a quick peck on his cheek.
â Before you can turn around, Spencer stills your hips and steals a similar kiss, albeit on the softness of your lips.
â The two of you giggle at the silence. Butterflies flutter with tickling speed in both of your stomachs. Maybe keeping your relationship private isnât as bad as youâd imagine.Â
â He opens the door for you and waits until you're comfortable in your seat. âI think I prefer Shakespearean Rose now.â You announce as he leans on your window.
â He playfully pouts, âBut I love Sir Rumple betterâŠâ He twists his brows. The telltale sign of his gears turning. âMaybe I can be both?â He comprises.
â âYou can be whatever pseudonym you want,â You smile at him. âYouâre the only Spencer Reid I want.âÂ
â Spencerâs cheeks tint a shade of soft red. He leans and kisses your forehead.
â âShakespearean Rose it is.â
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Protection (Astarion headcanons)
Astarion x gn!Tav
Summary: Astarion notices how you've protected him over the years.
Warnings: brief mention of manipulation; murder; small act 3 spoilers; brief mention of nightmares
Note: this is my first astarion piece I'm posting! let me know if you'd like to see more headcanons, or if you have something you'd like to request
Heâs watching you adjust a curtain to block out the afternoon sun from the drawing room when he realizes it.Â
You spend so much energy protecting him. In big and small ways.
Just now, youâre balanced on top of a stool, fighting with the thick cloth to get it to lay just right over the window just so that he can feel comfortable in the home you share together.
But really, youâve been doing it since the beginning. Looking out for him whether you realized it or not.
Youâd been so willing to protect him from the intellect devourer that he'd made up to manipulate you. Hadnât even thought about it, just sprung into action because heâd asked for help.
And then, only a short time later, youâd protected him from the Gur Hunter. Youâd followed his lead, allowed him to pace the conversation. And then, when it was clear what needed to be done, youâd killed the Gur, an arrow loosened from your bow piercing the hunterâs throat.
Countless battles, youâd fought by his side, felling enemies before they got too close, tossing him healing potions when his injuries were too egregious.
Youâd even plotted out a damn near-perfect strategy for taking down Cazador, spent countless nights reading ancient scrolls in the Devilâs Fee and padded the pockets of more dark wizards than Astarion could count to arm yourself with as much information as you could gather.
And when you were in Cazadorâs chambers, your plan was put into motion. He hadnât been particularly happy about hanging back, but when the fight started and Cazador still hadn't seen him, Astarion was glad for your thorough mind.
He did notice, just as Laeâzel went in for the first blow, that youâd placed yourself directly in Cazadorâs path, blocking him bodily from accessing Astarion. Of course, there was no way you could stand up to the vampire masterâs magic, but the barrier stood as a warningâCazador would not get to Astarion easily.
You make sure his tea is the perfect temperature, make sure heâs well-fed, keep him company, bring him more books when he desires.
And when the nightmares plague his rest, your touch is gentle as an angelâs as you stroke his hair and try to lull him back to calm.
There are tomes on the table in your bedroom, ancient, dusty things that tell of events long forgotten. Youâd heard a drunk orc make mention of a ring that allows vampires and drow to walk in the sun, and that was all it took to set you off on another quest to defend himâthis time, from nature itself.
The stool wobbles under you, and lightning quick, Astarion is there to steady you. His hands find your hips just as the stool tips over and heâs able to brace you and let you down gently.
Maybe he protects you, too.
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sub!luffy x fem!reader
dom!fem!reader with sub!luffy? hmmm..
req ⥠: sub!luffy getting fucked silly by another captain of a rival crew who's also trying to find the one piece, and luffy being all needy and stupid.
mary ⥠: thanks for the request and sorry if it was too long ! đ i hope you enjoy everything, i tried really hard ! love luffy too much <3
english is not my first language, i apologize for my mistakes âĄ
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your hips keep pounding against luffy's thighs, ignoring his pleas to stop, because he can't cum anymore, but can he? his cock is throbbing inside you, and legs are trying to pound into you themselves to fill you all over.
"y/n, please make me feel good, only you can do that, ah-h" luffy tried to say something intelligible, but nothing came out, it felt too good that his brain refused to think. he didn't remember how many times he had cum, three, four or five? you clouded his mind, he could only think about you and your soft cunnie that was so right for his big cock.
you picked up your pace with each passing second, realizing that you were close to orgasm, but it wasn't your plan to show that to luffy, you just needed a map and some information about the one piece, but instead you were bouncing on some strange boy whose cock surprised you as much as he did.
"your body was made for me, wasn't it sweetie? i know just what to do to make you cum like you've never cum before, hehe." your lips descended on luffy's nipples, leaving wet kisses on them and lifting up to his chin "just tell me anything i want to hear and i'll even let you cum inside me, isn't that a gift, darling?"
when you stopped you felt luffy's hands grasp you sharply and his eyes became glassy, he started to cry and tried to make you resume your pace, but you continued to sit and wait for the answer to your question, running your finger over the places where you had left your marks for everyone else, with your claw you left the name of your team, that's how everyone would know whose slut luffy really was.
yours.
he was your whore from the first moment you met him, at the bar, the night you sought out zoro and offered to join you, but he was a son of a bitch and left you to your own devices until a strange guy came along and tried to hit on you.
"you want zoro? join my team and he'll be with you all the time." his cocky grin threw you off balance, but it was time for luffy to get scared as your hand grabbed his cock through his clothes and began to massage it gradually.
"yes, i want zoro, but now i want to destroy you even more." your hot breath on luffy's neck gave him goosebumps, he was lost in space and didn't realize what was going on, but he knew one thing for sure, he wanted you to fuck him in the dirtiest way possible.
as you replayed the memories in your head, you didn't hear the pleading along with luffy's whimpering, he was like a little kid, but wanting your cunnie very badly.
"y/n? p-p..lease i'm.. begging you, s-start moving and i'll tell you everything you want, i'll let you get to the one piece, j-just, fuck it all out of me." his eyes were like puppy dog eyes, it was impossible to refuse them, but you didn't want to, did you? after all, when else would you have just an obedient boy who would do anything for your pussy.
your gentle palm touched his cheek and slowly traced down the whole side of his face, and your eyes stayed on luffy's eyes, you wanted to see how pathetic he'd become in just one night and you were the reason why.
with a quick motion you planted luffy and slowly began to move in time to his hips.
"you look great when you're begging for something, all sweaty and red eyed, i'm going to make you feel good baby, but after this you're not likely to be able to walk or think properly." throwing him back on the pillows and squeezing his fingers tightly, your pace began to quicken again, and luffy's moans grew louder and louder.
it was a delight to your ears, knowing that he was only like that for you, only you see him that way, but or not really....
you didn't notice zoro with his red cock in his hand, he was watching you and jerking off, but he also wants to feel himself inside you or luffy, he hadn't decided yet, but he knew that you and him could destroy luffy with your dirty words and endless orgasms.
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Over-Time Ch17
(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15, Ch16
Warning: MINORS DNI, no smut here but next chapter for sure, sexual thoughts, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff, touch starved
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Leaning back into your seat, you couldn't help but stare at a small leak on your ceiling. Comparing your place to Miguel's was like night and day. Honestly, it still felt unreal whenever you recalled Miguel's penthouse.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you returned to your work laptop. You were helping Miguel with his upcoming schedule, but it was proving difficult for you.
Your mind was still focused on Dana. She said that she would be back within the week to hear your answer. Miguel was kind enough to explain everything to you, so you knew what to say, but Dana still scared you.
"And it doesn't help that Miguel wants me to work from home." You said with a small pout.
After Miguel's confession, the man couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was fucking you every chance he got. Hell, the two of you were in the elevator when Miguel decided to pull your pants down and pump you full of his cum.
Rubbing your legs together as you recalled the heated passion, you couldn't help but want Miguel now. It sucked, but this was for the best. Miguel couldn't fuck you senseless if you were home working. He had a business to run.
"Let's see," You muttered as you looked at Miguel's schedule.
Ding
Confused, you raised a brow towards your door bell. You weren't expecting any packages and Miguel was still in a meeting. Making your way to the door, you peeped through the door piece and quietly gasped.
It was Dana.
How did she know where you lived? Quietly stepping away from the door, you turned off the light and took your laptop to your room. You closed your door and went to text Miguel.
'Miguel, I'm so sorry to bother you when you are in a meeting, but somehow Dana is knocking at my door.'
Biting your lower lip, you nervously waited for Miguel's answer.
Almost immediately, Miguel replied back to you.
'I'll be right there.'
You wanted your worry to wash away with his text, but how could it? You were still disturbing Miguel's work and even interrupted his meeting. This was the last thing you wanted. To be a burden to Miguel.
But at the same time, as guilty as you were, you were still extremely happy. Miguel was coming to help you. He was going out of his way to get you out of this predicament.
Hearing another loud knock against your door, you flinched and quietly went to hide in your bathroom. How the hell did Dana even know where you lived? She had no access to any information from Alchemax, and you had only met her a couple of times.
Did she follow you? No, Miguel usually drove you home and made sure to take extra precaution as to where to drop you off. Unless she was intent on her quest to make sure Miguel marries her.
"My goodness. The work you have me doing. Don't you know there is a difference between a fine woman like me-" Your breathing halted. Dana just broke into your apartment?! "And a poor little mouse like yourself."
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Miguel was shaking his leg in anger as he waited for the car to arrive at your place. How the hell did Dana know where you lived? The whole reason for you staying home was for you to stay away from that vile snake....and for him to stop fucking you every time he saw you.
Finally arriving, Miguel hurried out of his vehicle before the driver could get out, himself. Luckily, Miguel didn't really care about the meeting he was in and his partner didn't mind. Well, even if he did, Miguel was going to get you either way.
Hurrying up your stairs, Miguel couldn't control his anger. Dana just couldn't let go. She was dead set on getting everything that he worked so hard for. Everything that Miguel earned and wanted.
Reaching your floor, Miguel had the urge to yell for you. He needed to make sure you were okay. Dana was a snake and had her ways of getting what she wanted. If only she could have just left you alone.
"Shit," Miguel hissed as he easily opened your door, "(Y/N)!"
"Shh, don't scare the poor thing." Dana hummed as she sat on your couch.
Miguel snarled lowly towards Dana, eyeing around the room for you. It was almost a scare, since you were cowering beside the couch, almost as if you were hiding.
"Why the hell are you here?" Miguel asked, closing the door behind him.
"Why? I was invi-"
"No, you weren't." Miguel motioned you towards him, to which you did. "Are you alright, mi vida? (my world)."
"Mhpm," You were still shaking.
"I must say, Miguel. You must have fucked her good. She refuses to see the man you really are." Dana chuckled.
Miguel ignored Dana as he continued to check you. His hands stroking each part of your body for any wounds. You had a fearful look in your eyes, pleading for help. Miguel could barely swallow his rage as you hid behind him.
"This is breaking and entering. Why have you decided to cause so much trouble to (Y/N)?"
"I just wanted to chat. I did give her a heads up, yet, for some odd reason she avoided me." Dana said with a small huff as she stood, "By the way she acted, I just know you didn't tell her a thing. A cruel man you are."
"I did tell her. Everything." Miguel spat.
"She tried...to offer me money to break up with you Miguel. I told her no." You stuttered, gripping on his sleeve.
"I'm trying to make this easy for us, Miguel. How do you think the public will react when we get married and your off having an affair with a peasant girl?" Dana said with a heavy sigh, "Stocks would tank and your reputation will be ruined."
"Oh, how very kind of you to care. Last I recalled you said I could do whatever I wanted as long as you get a nice allowance every month. You don't care about me, you care about my money. That's why you played me a fool for so many months, just to get my drunken signature on that contract!" Miguel snapped.
"Oh not this again. Drunk or not, that signature came from your hand. You can't do anything about it now."
"B-But you admit that you purposely got him drunk just to steal his assists that way!" You panicked yelled, tears threatening to spill.
"So? Listen Miguel, I'll allow you to enjoy this little's mouse's company just a bit longer, okay? But, if she gets pregnant, that's breaking the contract you signed."
"That you tricked me into signing." Miguel spat. Dana just rolled her eyes,
"You'll be getting some information about our wedding venue soon, Miguel. And you-" Miguel held you protectively as Dana shot you a glare, "The offer still stands."
Miguel waited for Dana to leave before checking on you again. His hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed your head tenderly.
"Are you alright? Did she do anything to do?" He asked. You finally sobbed, wrapping your arms around his torso,
"I-I was so scared, Miguel. She just stormed in...and...and threaten me and lecture me..."
"I'm so sorry," Miguel whispered, kissing your head repeatedly, "I promise...I will find a way to free myself from that snake."
"I-I know...."
"Come, you're tense and nervous. Let's pack some bags and bring you over to my place, okay?" Miguel offered, picking you up. You just nodded, holding onto him.
"She broke my door...What if my stuff gets stolen?"
"Hm, then I suppose that means we have to take everything, right?"
Miguel gave you a heartwarming smile, wanting to ease your worries. He placed you down on the bed before making a few phone calls. Dana had crossed a line.
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You sat on your bed, trying to calm down. Dana had left and Miguel was here helping you, but...That whole ordeal was still frightening. Glancing at your hands, you saw them still shaking. Waning to distract yourself before you packed, you reached for your phone.
"Oh?"
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· Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader
· Summary: The girl you're supervising for a mission is a spoiled brat princess. Once her eyes met your boyfriend, she becomes obsessed with him. You decided you've had enough once she took the chance.
· CW: 11.6k (sigh) // Fluff. Angst. Annoying behaviour. Act of deception. You and the girl having a beef. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Implied and mention of sex. Implied past oral sex. Mention of genitals lmao.
Female reader, uses she/her pronouns, called âgirlâ and âmissâ.
âExcuse me, but what?â You look at your teacher, Yaga, after he tells you what your next mission is.
âYou heard me. Your next mission is to look after one of the higher-ups' grand-daughter. Her parents are going out of town for a five days, and they want you to look after their only daughter.â Yaga explained once more.
âYour job is to keep her safe from cursed spirits. She's not a sorcerer therefore she can't use cursed technique, but she does see them.â He adds.
âBut, why me?â You complain but make it sound as polite as you can since he's the teacher. âShouldn't I be going on a mission to exorcise cursed spirits around the city instead?â
âYou're the only one available right now,â Yaga answers straight to the point. âAnything else you want to say?â
âThe only one available, my ass.â You curse in your mind.
âHow about Utahime-san? She doesn't go much on a mission, right?â You try to bargain, hoping he would change your position.
âThat's exactly why you're assisted. You're a frontline sorcerer, Iori is not, she's a support. What would happen if a cursed spirit attacked?â He answers sternly, not buying your suggestions.
You huff at the reasonable answer he gave you. âAny more questions?â He looks at you intently. âNo.â You shake your head. Yaga nods at your response, âGood. You're dismissed.âÂ
You turn around to walk out of his office before he speaks again, âThree million yen of reward will wait for you if you complete this mission.âÂ
You stop your track, turning back to him slowly. âThree million yen?" You repeat as if in disbelief. âFor taking care of a rich man's daughter?â You ask again.
Yaga nods at you for confirmation. âJust another piece of information.â He said. âFor motivation purposes.â He adds tad a bit quietly.
âWell, I'll be damned.â
You walk side by side with your boyfriend in the school's hallway, heading out to grab some snacks and drinks before heading out to your respective missions.
âWhat about your mission?â He asked, looking at you. âAnything special, or just some lower-grade curses?â
You huff in annoyance. âMy next mission is actually to look after the grand-daughter of one of the higher-ups because her parents are out of town. You know, keeping an eye on her from cursed spirits.â You shrug. âI hope she's not a brat.â
âOh? So youâre just a glorified babysitter for now.â He chuckles. âDonât screw up now, okay?â He said playfully, then looked at you and smiled. âAre you at least getting paid extra?â He then adds in a joking tone.
âHey!â You nudge his side with your elbow. He chuckles again, smiling brightly before looking at you and stroking your cheek.
âIf I had a yen for every time you make that face, I'll be able to buy myself a house.â He said with the most teasing tone. âBut seriously, is that all youâre doing? Looking after a girl? It can't be hard, right?â
âYeah, but she's the only daughter from a rich family, her parents paid a lot for this.â You answer.
âSo, they're rich? Do you get to be fed delicious food, perhaps?â He suggest with a sly smile.
âYou just earned yourself the easiest mission ever, love,â he then said with a small nod. âWell, that depends on the princess you're going to babysit.â He jokes a bit while still leaning close to you with a smirk.
âI could lend a hand for you if you want?â He jokingly asks you with a wink.
âPlease, do. I'll split the mission's reward with you, just a bit, though.â You shake your head at the thought of something that might happen in this mere mission or is it just you overthinking.Â
âI have a feeling I'm the one who's going to have a hard time.â You let out a harsh sigh before shaking the negative thoughts off your head. âAfter that, we can get some good food.âÂ
âI'm just messing around. I'm not taking your reward, love." He chuckled a bit, patting your head. âSo long as Iâm with you, itâs already a reward.âÂ
Then, he thought for a moment before nodding. âHey, maybe we can also cook some good food ourselves.âÂ
âWhat do you say?â He asked. âI can show you how to cook some dishes that my mom taught me.â He smiles sweetly at you.
âReally? That sounds wonderful. We can do that, too.â You nod at his suggestion. He pats your head again in response.
âSo, are you excited to have a new job as a babysitter?â He asked you while walking, a little smug smile appeared on his face again. âI'm sure you can manage.â He added.
âOr... Do you want me to try babysitting you first to see what it's like taking care of a child?â He asked you jokingly, looking at you.
âI'm not a child.â You pout at him as you both walk closer to the vending machine.
âHmm? You're not?â He asked with a teasing smile, knowing that you were being affected by his comment. âAre you sure? I'm seeing a certain toddler in front of me right now.â You huff at his words.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a few coins. âSay, do you want anything, love?â He asked you, then looked at the vending machine in front of you and the snack options.
âCola, please.â You step closer, standing next to him. âSuch a spoiled little girl.â He said jokingly before chuckling. He inserts the necessary amount of coins and waits for the cola to drop down.
âAnd snacks.â He took out some more coins and put them inside of the machine before getting out some chips for the two of you.
âHere you go, my child.â He said jokingly before handing you a can of cola and some chips. âDon't eat too much.â He ruffles your hair gently.
âYes, Father. Thank you for the treats.â You play along with the game and kiss him on the cheek as gratitude.Â
He takes out his food, looking at you while he talks to you. âSo, I guess we both have our own missions now. Who do you think will have it easier first, me or you?â He asked you, trying to initiate a little conversation.
âYou.â You roll your eyes in annoyance. âI'll be stuck with a brat here instead. The only child of a rich family is not far from being spoiled after all.â You complain once again.
âYou never know.â He said while eating his snack. âThis person could be the sweetest thing on the face of the earth, but with the way you're talking, she probably senses your dislike for her, which will make her act out in return.â He said, still joking around with you to ease your mood about the mission.
âPlease, don't jinx it.â You groan at the thought. Geto chuckles at your reaction. âMaybe this brat of a princess can be your bestie, you'll never know.â He said playfully.
âAnd if the brat ends up acting up like you're expecting them to, you can always ask Daddy for help.â He teases you more. âI think I will.â You roll your eyes.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, you take it out with your free hand to see that you got a text from Yaga, saying that the rich man's daughter you're assigned to has arrived at school, which means your mission starts now.Â
âThe brat is here. I'll see you later, okay? Be safe on your mission!â You give him a short kiss on the lips. You gathered the snacks on your one arm and hold the cola on your other.
âI'll see you later, love.â He replied with his soft smile, waving goodbye to you. âDon't worry about me, I'll be back before you know it.â He added.
âJust be a good babysitter, okay?â He then smirked playfully, still waving goodbye to you. You wave back as you walk towards Yaga's office again to begin your task.
Once you reached the office, there's Yaga standing with a girl beside him outside of the office's door. They turn to you at the same time, expecting your arrival.
Did Geto really jinx it or did your instinct come true, you don't know, but you're cursing fate and whoever has sent this evil spirit to your presence.Â
âOh, how kind of you.â She grabs your chips and cola from your hands. The one that your boyfriend bought for you, and this brat thought you bought this for her.
âIt's the first day, come on. You can do this.â You mentally cheer yourself. Pessimistically.
âThis is Hanada Yui, the girl you'll be looking after.â Yaga introduced you to the girl as she held the chip close to her chest. âAnd this is (L/N) (Y/N), the one who is going to look after you for the next five days from now.â He adds, introducing you to her.
She looks young, but not far younger than you. She dresses well with expensive brand clothing, as expected from a child coming from a rich family.
âNice to meet you, Hanada-chan.â You forced a smile, trying to be friendly with her, grimacing at the word âniceâ since you know it's not true at all.
âYou, too.â She answers casually, a small smile gracing her face, you're not sure if it's genuine or not, but you brush it off, trying not to care so much.
âAlright. She's yours now.â He said to you before pointing toward the girl. Yaga walks closer to you before leaning a bit closer, âBe nice to the girl, okay?â He then said to you before looking at the girl. âTry to have a conversation with her, too.â
Yaga knows that you're not exactly the friendliest around new people, let alone the ones that don't strike well with you.
âYes, got it.â You nod at him, assuring him and yourself. âGood, good.â Yaga gives you a small approving smile before excusing himself, letting you both talk with each other.
Yui, on the other hand, looks up at you with a slight pout. âSo, you're my babysitter?â She asked you, her arms crossed in front of her and still holding onto the chips and cola.Â
âI thought so.â She said, sounding disappointed. âI was hoping for a hot guy who's going to look after me.â She shrugs, her decorated pigtails moving as she tilts her head to the side.Â
âHow long am I stuck with you, by the way?â She asks. âFive days.â You answer shortly, trying to not let any annoyance come out of your tone.
âOhh, that's long.â She groans as she eats the chip. After a while of her eating her chip in silence, she suddenly asked you a question. âWhy are you even a babysitter in the first place? Shouldn't you have a real job?â She asked you, curious at your response.
âBecause I'm not.â You grumble to yourself in your mind.
âYou can see curses but you can't use a cursed technique, that's why your parents sent you here and assigned me, a Jujutsu sorcerer, to look after your safety. It's my mission.â You explain to her.
âWell, that's boring.â She looks at you in disapproval.Â
âWhy can't you at least play games with me?â She said to you while continuing to eat her snack. âI'm sure they pay you to let me have fun, I don't see the reason why you want me to just sit here all day. Do you plan on watching me until I sleep?â She asks you while sounding slightly annoyed.
âI'll do whatever you want.â You answer her, keeping your cool together. You just know that this brat is going to be a pain in the ass.
âYou'll do whatever I want? No way. You're probably just trying to mess with me. I mean, you already seem like a boring babysitter to me.â She said while giving you the most unimpressed look ever.Â
âHmm...â She looks at you curiously, tilting her head while looking at you with her arms crossed. She then grins at you when she sees that you're actually taking her words seriously.Â
âYou'll do whatever I tell you to do, right? You're going to be my slave the entire time.â She then says with a smirk, and by the way you two are interacting, it seems like this is what she wanted.
âBabysitter to slave? What a downgrade.â You roll your eyes.
âWhatever you said, princess.â You answer with a hint of mocking. It's official, you got beef with this brat.
âOh... Did I strike a nerve there?â She asked you with a smirk, clearly enjoying this. âI like you.â With her still smirking at you, she finally finishes her snack and hands you the empty packet of chips, looking at you while waiting for your response.
You grab the trash from her, âYou're welcome.â You smile sarcastically at her as walks past you. You roll your eyes once more behind her back before following her.
âHhmm... Alright, what should we do next?â She asked you, clearly looking for some fun. âOh, how about a shopping spree?â She suggested.
âI think my wardrobe needs a bit of improvement. Don't you think so?â She said, expecting you to obey her orders.
âYeah, sounds good.â You answer her, clearly not enjoying it. From now, you just have to answer her straight on, not entertain her ego even more even though Yaga just told you to be nice and talk with her.
âOhhhh, you're actually going along with my idea, huh? I thought you'd be more resistant. Well, this is going to be fun!â She said with a slight snicker.
âHurry up! We don't have all day!â She yelled at you as she walked ahead. It seems like she's the one in control of the situation right now, which might become a big problem if she keeps on treating you like that.
Yui wanted to go to the mall for shopping, and who are you to deny that? Your job is to look after her anyway, which means you'll be stuck around her to your own dismay. Good thing you're going to get paid well with this mission.
After the assistant manager drives to the mall and drops you both off, she excitedly enters the mall with you following close behind her.
It seems like Yui has a specific place in mind where she wants to go. She quickly makes a beeline towards a boutique store, pulling you along by the sleeves of your uniform.
âCome on, hurry!â She said as she opened the store door for you. âYou better get me everything I want, okay? It's your job after all!â She said, looking at you with a smug smile before stepping inside the store.
âI thought the little princess was rich? Did Daddy not give you enough pocket money, sweetheart?â You answer mockingly with an equally smug smile. You're not going to let this brat have whatever she wants.
âHmph.â She grunted once she heard your comment. Your words got to the little princess. She made a pout on her face, crossing her arms in front of her while letting out an angry groan.
âOf course, he gave me money! I just don't want to use it.â She said, trying to act tough. âWhy should I use the allowance my daddy gave me when I could use your money instead?â She said, sounding bratty now.
âOops, sorry, didn't bring any.â You pull the inside of your pockets out from your uniform, showing nothing with a feign apologetic tone.
It seems like that's not the right answer to say at the moment as Yui's expression immediately changes, her eyes widening as she lets out another groan of annoyance. She was pretty obviously expecting you to be her piggy bank, but that was quickly put to a stop.
She then tugs on the cuffs of your uniform sleeve aggressively, almost pulling your arm, before speaking to you in an angry voice.
âWhat?! So, you're saying that you're my babysitter but you didn't bring any money?â She asked you, sounding outraged by your reply. âHow are you going to buy things for me then?â She then said, sounding demanding. âYou better fix your mistake!â
âThe garbage outside is free. I could get you that.â You shrug, looking around the boutique, not giving in to her bratty needs.
The comment you made clearly stung her heart, causing her to ball up her fists with anger.
âHow dare you suggest to get me garbage, are you mocking me?â She said, her tone becoming a little more aggressive than before. âI'm not some poor kid that you could trick into thinking that getting garbage is even a good idea.â She then said, her voice getting raised a little.
âNow, let's find something to spend your money on.â She then added, pointing at you to get moving.
âAlright, alright.â You lift your hands in defense, letting her pull your uniform sleeve by force once more. âGood, you're understanding.â Then she just walks forward, expecting you to follow her.
She starts looking for something that she'll like while you're left to look after her and make sure she doesn't get into trouble.
She quickly walked over to a dress rack, and without even looking at you, she started to pull out some dresses that she wants to try
âHm... I think I'll get this red dress.â She said to you, pointing at the red dress on the mannequin. âWhat do you think?â She then asked you, seemingly wanting to hear a response from you.Â
âThat's pretty.â You look at the dress she's pointing at. What an expensive-looking dress with an equally expensive price.
This got her smiling a little bit. âYou really do think it's pretty?â She asks you while still looking at the dress that she's currently pointing at. âDo you want to go ahead and pay for me?â She adds with a proud smile.
âOh, what's the limit again? Can I get more than one dress? Hmm... I'm sure you have enough to pay.â She said before looking at you with a cheeky grin.
Oh, how you want to wipe that off her face.
âYeah, I'm filthy rich after all.â You cross your arms smugly. âPick any clothes you want, princess.â You play along with her game.
She seems happy to hear that. âGreat! Then, I want this green dress as well.â She said while pointing at the green dress near the red dress. âAnd also those shoes, they'll go great with my dresses.â She added, pointing at a pair of white shoes.
âWe might as well get some accessories too. Let's see...â She strokes her chin, looking at the accessories. âI'll get this headband and... How about... This one, this one, and... This one?â She picked more dresses out of the rack. âIs that a yes on my request, Miss Babysitter?â She then asked you still with a smug smile on her face.
âYes, princess.â You roll your eyes. She keeps going here and there. You followed her with boredom, choosing to stay on your phone. After she was done, we went to the counter to pay.Â
âHow about you wait outside while I pay for this?â You offered. She tilts her head in confusion but does exactly what you ask her to do.
You wait at the counter, holding the things that she's chosen to buy while the saleslady is scanning the barcodes to price them individually.
âWhat a funny girl.â You shake your head, eyeing her from inside the boutique to make sure she doesn't go anywhere, and there are no cursed spirits around her.Â
âThe total would be three hundred forty-six thousand yen.â The saleslady put the clothes and accessories in the bag. You give her the credit card, watching her intently.
âWith the name Hanada Yui?â She asks to make sure. âThat's right.â You nod, trying to hide your sly smile. âJust type in the code here.â She turns around the card swipe machine for you to enter the pin.
The thing about being a sorcerer, you got to learn how to be sneaky and smart, never let them know what your next move is. That is exactly what you did.
While Yui was busy, you sneak inside her purse, grabbing the card from one of the pockets. You're kind of surprised she doesn't notice, well, that's what people do when they're too focused on one thing. You spend your time on your phone to search for the numbers of her credit card and get the code.
âFilty rich, I wished.â You chuckle at your words earlier.
Poor girl really thinks you're buying all her stuff, which she chooses many on purpose, even though you feel bad for deceiving her.
âThank you for shopping.â The saleslady gives you back the card along with the bags with a respectful bow which you return.
She waited outside while you paid for all of the dresses that she picked out. When you got out of the store, she looked at you, expecting you to hand the dresses to her.
âIt took you forever.â She said, not seeming too pleased by your actions. âAre you trying to make me unhappy? Because it's working.â She added, still not getting the dresses you bought for her as she looked at you with an annoyed expression.
âHere you go, princess.â You hand her the bags full of clothes and accessories she bought. âWanna go back now?âÂ
She took the bags you gave to her while looking at you with a surprised smile. âThank you, Miss Babysitter.â She said, sounding much more pleasant and bratty in a way.
âOf course, I want to go back. What? Do you think I'll willingly spend the entire day out here?â She sound annoyed by your question.
âOh, right, I don't have to worry about that.â She then said, smirking once more. âSince you're my babysitter, you'll be with me for the entire day, whether you like it or not.â
You let out an annoyed sigh, dialing the same assistant manager to pick you up from the mall. As you wait, you got a few text from Geto.
I just finished the mission in Yokohama. Heading to Hachioji right now.
How was the babysitting duty, love?
You smile at his texts before typing,
Okay, stay safe ( à© Ë ÂłË)à©ââ„
It's horrid.
After a while, he read the your response and replied back,
I'll be back after a day. Be a good girl, okay? â„
Tell me about it.
Yui seems to be curious on why you're smiling while on your phone, âWho are you texting?â You look up from your phone with a shrug, âNo one.â
I'm always a good girl!!!ăœ(`ĐŽÂŽïŒ)/
I will later.
You put your phone back into your pocket as the car arrived. You wonder what tomorrow would be like with this brat around.
The second day doesn't get any better. This spoiled brat Yui keeps demanding things, and the more she does it, the more irritated you become.
âCan I have that?â
âCan we go here?â
âCan you buy me this?â
She keeps on asking you in a pushy tone, but you can't refuse her demands if you want to accomplish your mission.Â
She still doesn't show any signs of calming down as she keeps on giving you multiple different requests for you to do. She seems to be trying hard to make your mission harder than it actually is.
She's not just asking for normal stuff either, like eating snacks or drinking cold drinks in the afternoon. No, she asks for the latest fashion accessories, the newest phone model, or the trendiest hairstyle.
In other words, she's the most bratty princess you probably have seen, which makes your mission harder than you'd think.
âI thought I'm your babysitter? Not your sugar mommy?â You look at her ridiculously, refusing the things she wants. Expensive stuff? Hell, no.
âAwww, Miss Babysitter doesn't wanna be my sugar mommy?â She asks you, putting on an exaggerated fake-cute voice. âAre you too poor to buy these things for me?â She asks you mockingly.
âOh, I suppose I am, that's not good.â You feign the act of being sad, putting a hand to your forehead for the dramatic act, before relaxing back against the couch, crossing your legs.
âI'm starting to doubt you're actually rich when you keep refusing to use your own money.â You say, trying to get a rise out of this brat. âIs your credit card actually zero?â You feign surprise.
She tilted her head in confusion for a few seconds before her face suddenly grew tense with anger. âYou dare say that I'm lying about being rich, huh?â She asks accusingly.
âI'll show you, Miss Babysitter.â She reached for her handbag before taking out a big bundle of money. âLook.â She shows you the money. âIs this zero to you?â She asked with a smirk on her face, wanting to hear your answer.
âOho...â You chuckle at the sight, amused by her reaction. âI've seen more.â You say nonchalantly as if you're not impressed.
âYeah, Gojo's money when he lost a bet.â You snicker to yourself.
âMore? Who do you think you are?â She asked, offended by your remark. âAre you trying to say that you're richer than me?â She said like a spoiled princess. âYou want to play the âI'm superior to youâ game now, huh?â
You let out a yawn, choosing to play on your phone instead as you relax on the couch, letting her talk whatever she wants. She doesn't seem to like your behavior right now, especially since she's trying her best to make you entertain her.
âHey! Aren't you supposed to be looking after me?â She snapped at you, wanting your attention. âIt's your job, isn't it? I thought you'd been hired to look after my safety, not to sit on the couch and be lazy!â She added with a scolding tone.
âDo you want to get fired? You won't get paid if you don't look after me.â She said, trying to intimidate you.
âJujutsu sorcerers don't get fired, smartass.â You answer nonchalantly as you keep playing with your phone. âWhat do you want me to do anyway?â
This seems to make her even more angry again. âIs that how you react when someone hires you? By ignoring their orders?â She asked you, sounding annoyed.
âAs I said before, you were hired to look after my safety. Now, do your job, or I'll complain to the teacher!â She then said, sounding a little bit more stern with her words as she looked at you, waiting for your response. âDo I really need to give you instructions, Miss Babysitter?â
The princess is angry again. Text you later (â â Ëâ â Âłâ Ëâ )â â„
He replied soon after you sent him the text,
wwwwwww alright. Later, love â„
âOkay, then, princess. What would you like to do?â You put your phone down, leaning against the couch with your attention on her.
Her frown is replaced by a smug smile when you finally give in. âCan't you be imaginative by yourself? Do you need me to tell you what to do?â She asks you sarcastically while crossing her arms in front of her with a smug smile.
âBut, I could give you some ideas on what to do.â She added before uncrossing her arms. âThere's a cute cafe nearby. We could go there and have a chat. What do you say?â She sounds somewhat sweet as she says this.
âAlright, we can go there.â You get up from the couch. She seems delighted to hear your approval. âThat's the spirit. Let's go there now.â She said excitedly, and with that, you both walked out of the dorm to get a ride from another available assistant manager and go to the said cafe that she mentioned earlier.
Once you manage to reach the cafe, she takes a seat and beckons you to sit down with her. âCome, sit down with me. I want to get to know you better.â She says to you, sounding pleasant. You sit in front of her right across the table.
âNow, let's begin by getting to know you first, Miss Babysitter.â She leaning towards you a little bit. âWhat do you like to do in your spare time? And are you in a relationship currently?â She asks you while looking at you with a small smile.
âWell, I like watching movies in my spare time. Maybe rest when I have no missions or school work.â You shrug.
When you didn't answer her last question, Yui made a curious sound. âOh, then you're single?â She asked with a smirk on her face.
âYou want to know?â You ask back teasingly. âYou still didn't answer the last question, aren't you in a relationship? Don't be scared.â She sounds a little bit frustrated.
âDamn, she's pushy as always.â
âI am.â You smile smugly. âHe's a Special Grade sorcerer, he's on a mission right now.â You answer with a sense of pride.
âI see.â She leans back into her chair and crosses her arms. âSo... You're saying that you're in a romantic relationship with some Special Grade sorcerer right now, huh?â She asked you, trying to make you tell her about the sorcerer she's talking about.
âHow about you? Do you have any hobbies?â You avoid the topic. She seemed to be in a bit of a mood after hearing your reply, trying to change the subject.
âI asked you a question, I want you to answer that first. Tell me about this Special Grade sorcerer.â She asked you. âAnd no, I don't answer your questions while you're not answering mine.â She added, sounding a little bit more annoyed than before.
âWhy would you want to know your babysitter's love life, hm? You wanna know if he's a hot shot or something?â You answer teasingly. Yui let out a groan while rolling her eyes.
âI should've known you won't give me a straightforward answer.â She said, annoyed. Her frown slowly changed into another smirk after you answered her question like that.
âActually, I'm curious to know what kind of man your boyfriend is. Is he cute? Is he handsome? Does he have a great personality?â She asked you, sounding a little bit sarcastic while holding back her giggles.
âHe's all of that.â You lean back on your seat, crossing your arms as well. Rubbing to her face about your boyfriend.
She raises both of her eyebrows in surprise, seeming to be a little bit frustrated now after hearing your answer.
âWait... You serious? You actually have a hot boyfriend? He's both cute, handsome, and has a great personality?â She looks like she couldn't believe what you just told her. âNo wonder you won't tell me about him.â She said with a pout on her face, crossing her arms and looking at the table.
âWhat? You jealous?â You snicker at her reaction, knowing exactly where this is going.
âJealous? Me? Jealous over your boyfriend? Ha!â She answers sarcastically, shaking her head while looking at you. âI'll have you know that I can steal your boyfriend when I want to.â She added arrogantly while looking at you with a smug smile.
âSo, you might want to watch what you're saying, otherwise, you might find yourself without a boyfriend by the end of the day.â She said sarcastically but a little bit intimidating at the same time.
âMy boyfriend doesn't like bratty girls. Sorry, you don't have a chance.â You answer back with a feigned sympathy tone.
Her face turned into a displeased one upon hearing what you said. âWhat did you just call me?â She asked you, her voice sounded a little bit shaky as she gripped the arms of her chair very tightly.
âI'll have you know that I'm not a bratty girl at all.â She's defensive and a little bit prideful while giving you a cold stare. âYou shouldn't assume that your boyfriend doesn't like bratty girls just because you don't like them.âÂ
You shake your head in amusement. âWhatever you said, princess.â
We spend more or less two hours at the cafe. Yui also leads you towards the arcade since she wants to play there, this time, you really paid for it.
You can't lie, you did enjoy playing the arcade with her despite her attitude problems. After it gets darker, she requested another meal at a restaurant before heading back to the school dorm.
It's 10:34 PM once you head back to your room after assisting Yui to her room. You plop down on the bed, drained after the day.Â
Not long after, you heard knocking on your door. You get up with a groan, walking towards the door, ready to be greeted with the sight of Yui with her night cravings.
But to your surprise, you see your boyfriend, already home from his mission. âI'm back.â He opens his arms wide with a smile on his face. âSuguru!â You quickly jump into his embrace.
âAww, you missed me, too, love?â He asked, holding you close into his warm body. He gives you a long kiss on your forehead before leading you back inside your bedroom before closing the door.
âI've missed you so much.â He rubs your cheek slowly while he stares at you lovingly with his soft eyes.
He chuckled slightly as you jumped into his arms, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you.
He laid you down on the bed as he lay beside you. âHow was your day?â He asked you sweetly, caressing your hair.
âTiring.â You groan, remember how you're babysitting a bratty girl who's almost the same age as yours. âThe brat did give me a hard time, but she was okay today.â You've been talking about this through text, and he wants to hear it directly from you.
He chuckles lightly at your reply. âOh, that girl again?â He asks you in a playful tone. âI see she got you all worked up, huh?â He looks at you amused.
âSo, what did she do this time? Or should I say, what didn't she do this time?â He asked, curious and teasing at the same time.
âShe asked if I have a boyfriend or something. She doesn't seem pleased when I answer her.â You shake your head with a dry chuckle. âAre you interested in bratty girls?â You caress his cheek with your thumb, remembering Yui's words from earlier.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing your story, âWhat did she say when she found out that you're in a relationship?â He asked you while stroking your hair lovingly.
âAnd no, I'm not interested in bratty girls. Well, when you are being bratty, then yes. You're the only one for me.â He added in a flirty tone before leaning in to kiss your lips. âGood.â You said after returning the kiss. âBecause she said she can steal you from me.â You huff.
âSteal me from you? She said that, huh?â He asked you with a chuckle, still stroking your hair. âShe really thinks that she has a chance to be with me?â He asked you in a bewildered voice.
âRight? Glad you think so, too.â This time you lean to kiss him first. âDon't worry, my love. I'll always be by your side, only you.â He said assuringly.Â
âShe can keep trying but she won't succeed.â He gave you a kiss on the forehead before adding, âShe probably just said that just because she wants to make you jealous, darling.â
âYeah, I know that.â You frown, your hand slowly sneaking under his t-shirt for comfort, feeling his toned abs and cold skin. Seems like he just took a shower before coming here.
He lets out a hum as he feels your hand touching him underneath. âAh, you're a one handsy girl. What's getting you in the mood, darling?â He seems to be enjoying the moment as he leans closer before kissing you.
He takes off his t-shirt and tosses it to the side, holding your hands onto his chest to feel his body more. âMmm... Forget about the bratty girl. Let's enjoy each other.â He whispers to you, the mood starting to get intimate. âLet's focus on us.â
He lets out a small groan of pleasure as you pull him into an even deeper and more passionate kiss, one that could lead to something more. He closes his eyes in bliss as he deepens the kiss, his hands gently caressing your waist.
He makes no attempt to stop you, allowing the kiss to go on for as long as you want it to. He immediately holds your body in place, wanting you to be on top of him instead.
He looks at you as he continues to kiss you, his hands traveling down your back before he holds both of your hips. He starts to unbutton your sleeping shirt, his eyes still looking at you.
âLet me give you a good time, darling.â He says in a seductive voice. His eyes traveled slowly from your shoulders to your hips, his tongue teasingly sticking out for a moment before he finally took off your shirt and threw it beside him.
âMy princess deserves to be treated like a queen tonight.â
In the morning, you wake up at the continuous knocking on the door. You snuggle onto Geto's bare chest, ignoring the sound.
You're still tired after last night, and you can't even think straight right now. But the knocking is getting louder and it's starting to annoy you.
Geto wakes up as well after hearing the knocking sound. He looks at you while lying down on the bed, annoyed.
He groans, bothered by the knocking sound, so eventually, he gets up from the bed and puts his pants on. âHmm... Who's knocking so loudly like this...â He adds, still sleepy.
He heads to the door and opens it slightly, only to see Yui, standing outside. She seems surprised to see a man, a very handsome man opening the door of your room, shirtless even.
Geto is only wearing his pants, showing off his gloriously upper body from his v-line, abs, and chest. Not to mention there's a bulge from his pants since he doesn't wear anything underneath. His long hair is disheveled across his shoulder.
She just stares at Geto silently for a moment, then starts to blush as she turns her gaze away from him, feeling a little bit embarrassed at her actions. After a moment, she speaks up.
âW-what are you doing at (Y/N)-chan's room?â She asked, still looking away as her face looks a little bit red now.
âWhat are you doing? Knocking on someone's door this early.â Geto answered back, leaning against the wall. His face is not pleased after being disturbed in his sleep, especially after the mission and intimate moment with his girlfriend last night.
She looks up at Geto now, her body in a more confident position. She raises an eyebrow at his reply. âWhy? I'm checking in on my babysitting assignment, she's supposed to take care of me by now. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?â She replies angrily.
âPlus, I've been hearing some noise coming from this room. Is it normal for you to let your assignment make all the noise at such an hour?â She adds with more annoyance in her voice. âI could've been sleeping instead of hearing all that noise.â A scowl appears on her face.
âAh, right, sorry for that. We were busy last night.â He gives her a small apologetic smile, even still in his half-sleep state. She seems to be flustered upon seeing Geto's smile.
"A... ah... I see. You were busy last night doing... things." She looks away once again as she blushes slightly. âWell, at least, you're sorry. As for the noise, make sure it won't happen again.â She says while looking back at him.
âI expect you to be a proper babysitter. That means, no noise past your bedtime. Is that clear?â She asked while sounding a little bit like an annoyed teacher.
Geto shakes his head with a chuckle, starting to know why you're always rambling about this girl over the text. She has quite an attitude, and he knows you don't like being on the receiving end.
âGot it, princess~â He replied with the same tone you used on the nickname. Yui can't help but feel even more flustered at the nickname this handsome man just called her.
âWhat were you two doing last night? What do you mean âbusyâ?â She crossed her arms, always wanting to know everyone's business.
âHaving sex?â Geto answered casually, saying the most obvious thing. âWhy?âÂ
âWhat?!â She exclaimed as she looked at him in shock, her eyes widened at his sudden answer.Â
âThat's... A bit inappropriate for you to say in front of someone.â She then said, sounding a little bit embarrassed for him. âI'm sure your girlfriend wouldn't like it either.â She added.
âI know my girlfriend, she doesn't mind.â He chuckles at Yui's reaction. âBy the way, what do you need this early?â He asked, back to the topic.Â
The answer seems to fly out of her mind once she sees Geto like she's charmed so badly that she got a few seconds of amnesia.
âN-nothing... Just tell (Y/N)-chan that she's late for babysitting. She need to accompany me, right now.â She crossed her arms in annoyance, yet her eyes are somewhere else, trailing over Geto's body, and he doesn't seem to be bothered even though he noticed.
âShe's still sleeping. Do you mind a bit later?â He offered. âAre you still busy?â She raised a brow before mumbling under her breath, âFine, then.â She said before walking away.
He could only raise a brow for what just happened before letting out a sigh and closing the door. He takes off his pants before climbing up the bed with you, cradling your body against his.
âWhat does the brat want?â You ask him sleepily. âShe wants you to accompany her.â He answered you, still sleepy as well.
"I told her that you're still asleep, but she doesn't seem to believe me. She probably thinks that you're busy with...â He then said as he pointed at himself, wanting to imply that you're busy doing intimate things with him.
âBut I told her that I'll convince you to accompany her, so please wake up.â He said to you in a stern voice, but he's definitely smiling.
âAh, yes, my babysitting duties to take care of the brat.â You groan before slowly waking up. He smiles at you, laying his head on the pillow, âYeah, she's really persistent in having you accompany her.â He said while rolling his eyes playfully.
âYeah. Two more days and I'll be free from this miserable duty.â
You noticed how you feel less annoyed with Yui around. She doesn't seem to need your company like she always whined about. And you suddenly come to the realization that this brat is paying attention less to you, and is locked onto her new target.
Your boyfriend.
You frown as you sit on the dorm's living room couch, crossing your arms and looking at their interaction as you slump against the couch.
âThis little brat...âÂ
Geto seems to be aware of Yui's presence as he looks at her while she's clinging to him, and the way she occasionally leans towards him is making him uncomfortable. âWhy are you clinging to me like that?â He asked Yui with a curious look on his face.
He doesn't want to say anything mean to Yui, but he also doesn't like the way she's clinging to him.Â
âDo you want me to buy you something?â He added, confused but a little bit annoyed at the same time. âYou shouldn't be so clingy with strangers, you know?â
âLet's get to know each other more, then!â Yui exclaimed happily, her personality changed when she was with him compared to when she was with you.Â
Geto seems quite troubled by this suggestion. âWhy should we get to know each other more? I mean... you're already being clingy with me right now and I barely even know your last name.â
"You should be thankful I'm even tolerating you right now." He said in a stern tone. Not even a few seconds after, he sighs for a moment before deciding to give in to her demands.
âAlright, let's get to know each other more.â He said in a soft tone, sounding somewhat reluctant, but he didn't want to come off as rude.
You could see him roll his eyes while talking to Yui. âWhat do you want to know about me? I'll answer your questions sincerely. As long as it's not too personal.â
Yui seems to still be thinking about what to ask, but she eventually comes up with a question to ask. âOkay... Um... What's your type? Oh, and don't be embarrassed about your answer.â She asks him in a soft tone, a tone she never uses with you.
Geto raised his eyebrows in surprise upon hearing her question. You roll your eyes in annoyance at the sight. What kind of shameless ass would ask a man his type when his girlfriend is right here? The brat.
He thinks about his answer for a moment. âWell, I think I have a thing for nice and beautiful girls.â He said, looking at you when he said the word âbeautifulâ. âWhich means, my girl right here is my type.â He added with a loving smile as he looked at you.
He noticed your annoyed expression, turning to Yui again. âWhy did you ask me about my taste in women? Do you want to know if you're my type or not?âÂ
âYeah!â Yui answer. âDo you think I could be your type?â She asks in a flirty tone. You roll your eyes in annoyance once more at the sight.
Geto looked at Yui and you while rubbing his chin, trying to come up with the right answer. Instead, he gets an idea. He just wants to mess around with you, wondering how you'd react if he responded to Yui's flirting.
âHmm... I'd say, yes, you're definitely my type.â He said with a flirtatious tone while looking at Yui, clearly trying to get you jealous.
âWho wouldn't love a cute girl like you, right?â He then said while stroking Yui's hair, looking at you while doing it. He wanted to see your reaction to their small flirting.
He kept entertaining her for a while, right in front of you. Responding Yui's flirt with his own with the gesture he only uses with you.
âWhat the actual fuck?â You scoff in disbelief. The audacity of him to mess around like that.
You're already been annoyed for the past two days stuck with this brat, and another annoyance just added to the list of your headaches.
Can't stand the sight any longer, you get up in a harsh manner before walking away, every step of your feet is hard against the wooden floor with how irritated you are.
He smiles a little bit while looking at you, noticing that you walked away after feeling annoyed.
âI see that my darling is jealous.â He said with a smile on his face before looking back at Yui. âI guess I'm going to spend the entire day with Yui, then.â He said in a playful tone while looking at her, wanting you to get even more jealous.
You frown at his words, clearly not entertained as you keep walking, not minding his comments.
He seemed to notice that you were hurt by his words as his smile turned into a soft one and got off the couch to catch up to you.
âHey, sweetheart. Don't feel sad.â He said while reaching out to you, pulling you into a gentle hug from the back.
âYou know how serious I am when it comes to our relationship, right? And I'm just joking when I was talking to Yui, you should know that by now.â He said, sounding a little bit defensive. âI was just trying to make you jealous.â He then added while caressing your hair gently.
âYeah, I know. Why shouldn't I?â You pull yourself away from his grasp, starting to get mad at him. âDarling...â He called out to you, sounding a little bit disappointed when you pulled yourself away.
âIf you know I was just trying to tease you a little bit, then why did you get mad, huh?â He asked you while caressing your arms. âI'm just trying to have some fun with you, my sweetheart.â
âI'm not in the mood, Suguru. Thank you for that.â You glare at him before walking away.
He widened his eyes in surprise when you called him by his name instead of his usual nickname, knowing that you're seriously mad right now.
âLove... Can't we just talk things out?â You can feel him following you while trying to talk to you, he still calls you by your nickname even though you called him by his name earlier.
Before he could catch up to you, Yui grabs his arms. âJust leave her, okay? You still have me.â
He looked annoyed as Yui grabbed his arm, causing him to stop in his tracks for a moment, giving her a stern look on his face.
âStop trying to get me away from my beloved, Yui.â He looks at her, pulling his arm out of her grasp.
âHey, hey!â Yui holds his arm yet again to hold him back from going after you, this time with more force, like how she did with you on the first day at the boutique. âWe were talking before, right? Shouldn't we continue?â She smiled at him cheekily.
He lets out an irritated groan. âYou really have a lot of boldness for a brat, you know that?â Yet she doesn't seem amused by his words.
He wants to talk to you and resolve this problem between you two, but it seems the brat is not letting him go that easily. He decided to give you space for a while.
âFine, okay. We will continue, but after that, I'm going to try to talk to my girlfriend again, alright?â He said to Yui with a serious look on his face. âYeay!â She gladly pulls him back to talk his ears off.
A few hours have passed and they're still at it. That brat keeps clinging to him wherever goes, like a parasite. You watched from afar this time, the girl has someone who's looking after her right now, why bother staying close to that nuisance?
The longer you watch her and Geto together, the more you feel frustrated and annoyed.
Geto was smiling, and Yui, at some point, laid her head against his shoulder while giggling at something he said.
âWhat a joke.â You mumble under your breath, feeling irritated. It almost felt like they don't even have a care in the world like they're not even thinking about being in a relationship with you or that you're right here.
Once the day comes to an end, you enter your room with a frown on your face, not planning to talk with Geto since you're still pissed at him for what he did earlier. You lay on the bed and tried to calm down, wanting to cool off a little bit in the room first.
After he escorts Yui back to her room, he lets out a sigh, âNo wonder she's in a bad mood.â He shakes his head, understanding your behavior, because, damn, being close to that girl really drains your energy. Maybe she does have a cursed technique after all.
He walks towards your room, hoping to finally talk to you after making you wait for so long. He decided to not go in immediately but instead wanted to wait for a few minutes in case you're not ready to talk yet.
âLove...â He says to you from the door, not even going in yet. âAre you ready to talk?â He asked softly, guilty and worried about what he did earlier.
âGo away! Go with that brat you're having fun with earlier!â You yelled from your room, not even moving an inch from your bed.
He flinches a little from your sudden yell, slightly surprised by your tone as he tries to speak up once more. âBut, love, you know I was just joking around, right? I just want to mess around with you.â He said in a soft tone while scratching his head.
âIs it really that bad?â He asked you, sad from your reply. âPlease talk to me, love.â He added softly.
You keep on quiet, too tired to deal with this, but he's persistent. âDarling?â He calls out to you again, still standing right outside the door of your room.
âPlease, could you just listen to what I want to say? At least give me a chance to explain.â He sounded desperate, wanting to fix whatever problem you two were having right now. âI just want to talk and spend quality time with you, is that too much to ask?â
His face filled with disappointment as he hears your silence outside the door, unsure if he should just enter and try to talk with you or not.
He sighs, trying to figure out what to do before he decides to try and enter your room in a moment. He hesitates and then, he finally does it. He slowly opened the door and entered the room without saying anything.
âWhat do you want?â You heard the door open and close. âI want to talk to you.â He said, somewhat defensive from your tone toward him.
He looks at you for a moment before sitting near your bed, deciding to stay in your room for the moment to talk things out. âDarling, you need to understand that I'm just trying to have fun with you. I wasn't being serious when I was flirting with Yui earlier.â He said, sincerely.
âI know.â You mumble. âI'm just not in the mood, okay? That brat gave me a hard time, I don't need my boyfriend adding the fuel.â You grumble, not even looking at him. He seems more relieved to hear that you understand his intention, but he didn't know how to react to what you just said.
He sighs before laying down on the bed and turning his body toward you, still looking at you. âI'm sorry that I have made you feel this way, darling. You're right, I wasn't thinking about your feelings at that moment.âÂ
âFine. Now just go to sleep or whatever.â You mumble, your back is still on him. âI can't, love.â He immediately answered.
âDo you know how worried I am right now? I don't want to lose you over something like this.â He added. âYou're not. I'm not that dramatic.â You answered shortly before silence fill the room again.
âAre we really going to sleep like this? I don't want to leave things like this between us.â He said while stroking your head from the back.
âTalk to me, love.â He's desperate from your continued silence. âYou're so difficult to handle sometimes.â He said in a playful tone, hoping to lighten up the mood between the two of you.
You pout against the pillow at his words. He chuckled softly at your response before he slowly lifted his body to move your front so he could see you.
âDo you always have to be like this when you get moody?â He said in a teasing tone before he started to poke at you playfully. He can't help it, he always feels like poking you whenever you pout and act like a child.
He suddenly stops poking you and sits down, sighing loudly before he speaks up again. âI'm sorry, love.â He said again. âI didn't know this would turn out to be a serious issue. I thought you would laugh or play along with me like you always do whenever I tease you.â
âCan you forgive me?â He asked in a pleading tone. You only nod against the pillow, âOkay.â
âIs that really all I get?â He whispered with a soft chuckle while trying to joke with you. âI know you're still a little bit upset with me from what I did earlier.â He went silent for a moment. âCould you smile for me, please?â He asked softly as he looked at you with a smile of his own.
âNot in the mood.â You mumble the same words again. âJust hug me.â He gives you a small nod and moves even closer to you before opening his arm and pulling you in for a warm hug.
âYou're not allowed to move away from me, okay?â He said playfully before kissing you on the forehead, stroking your hair gently while still hugging you.
âYou don't need to talk or smile if you're feeling moody.â He kisses you again on the forehead. âI just want to feel your presence here right now.â He said before giving you a squeeze in his embrace.
âShe's going to cling all over you again tomorrow, don't get attached to her, okay?â You mumble with a hint of worry.
âAttached to her?â He asks you curiously while stroking your hair. âIs that what you're worried about?â He chuckled softly.
âDarling, why would I be attached to her? You're the one I love, and I love you for a really long time now. I'm only treating her like another girl, nothing else.â He added without sounding offended by your possible accusation.
âNow, don't get jealous of her, please.â He then said while smiling sweetly at you, wanting to reassure you that he loves you and only you.
âYeah, okay, whatever.â You nuzzle your nose to his chest before looking up. âKiss me. I miss you today.âÂ
âYou're such a child, aren't you?â He chuckled at your demand as he got closer to you, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your lips before he deepened the kiss.
He presses you closer to his body as his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you in place while he was still kissing you, causing him to moan softly.
His hands are now grabbing your body, wanting to feel you more. He's holding you tightly while his lips and tongue are still playing with yours. He breaks off the kiss briefly and lets out a deep breath before he continues kissing you again.
Just like you predicted, Yui is all over your boyfriend again. This time, you're not as annoyed as yesterday after getting his assurance last night.
âSuguru-kun~ Let's walk around?â She clings to his arm as she speaks with her exaggerated sweet tone.
âUh... Sure, I guess.â He said, sounding a bit unsure of his answer. He starts to figure that Yui can be very persistent, but it's not worth it to push her away so he gives in.
You followed closely from behind. Seems like you're no longer looking after her from cursed spirits, it's more like looking after her so she won't do anything beyond the line with your boyfriend.
âMiss Babysitter! I'm thirsty, buy me something to drink.â She turns around to talk to you, again with the demanding tone.
You roll your eyes with a sigh, âYes, princess.â before you walk away to find the nearest vending machine.
He looked at you when Yui asked you for a drink, not liking the way she talks to you, it makes him irritated by how demanding she was. âYou can't buy it yourself?â He asked her with a raised brow.
âIt's her job as my babysitter, isn't it? She's paid to do that.â Yui shrugs, not seeing the problem with this.Â
âYou know... You can ask her in a nicer way, Yui-chan. I'm sure she will get you a drink without your demanding tone.â He advises Yui in a soft tone, like how he would scold Gojo for the way he talks.
âBut, I'm being nice, though? I didn't ask a lot, didn't I?â She answered as if it was a normal thing to her. He was a little bit stumped by her remark, not expecting her answer to be like that.
âYou could've said âpleaseâ, Yui-chan.â He chuckled softly without sounding annoyed. âBut, seriously though... You should be nicer.â He switches his tone to a stern tone. âDon't ask it like that, it's rude.â
âSo boring!â She whines. âAh, by the way, I've been wanting to say this since last night, but I like you.â She lets go of his arm and steps in front of him.
He stares at her, both surprised and shocked at her sudden confession right in front of him. âWhat? You like me?â He asks back, somewhat confused.
âYou... What do you mean?â He said in a rush voice, trying to process his thoughts right now since he doesn't know how he should respond.
âDo you mean you like me as a person or...?â He then said, still sounding confused and unsure about what was going on with Yui right now.
His eyes then widened as he finally realized what she meant with her confession, not believing what he just heard.
âWhat?â He sounds surprised and more scared this time, also wondering if she just made a move toward him.
âYou can't be serious, right? You do know that I already have a girlfriend, and I love her.â He brushes it off after a while with a small chuckle, thinking that her love confession was just a joke of some sort.
Yui's face quickly turns into an annoyed one when he doesn't seem to take her confession seriously. âI'm serious!â She frowns at him. âI'll prove it to you.â She reached his shoulder before leaning up to kiss his lips.
He flinches back when Yui leaned in quickly to kiss his lips, taken by surprise by the sudden action that the brat just did. He stepped back, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.
âYui, what are you doing?!â He said in a hurried and panicked tone, asking her what she was trying to accomplish by kissing him right now when he already has you as his girlfriend. âWhat was that for?â His tone turns cold by the second, still trying to process what Yui has done just now.
At the same time, you just come back and are greeted by the sight. You slam one of the three soda cans that you just bought in anger, which it's supposed to be for her.
âWhat is this?â You glare at them. Geto immediately turns at you, wanting to explain himself and what the brat, Yui, just tried to do earlier.
He notices your angry look, but he can't really say anything against you. You have the right to be mad after what Yui was trying to do.
âDarling, I can explain everything. She's just... trying to get a reaction out of me...â He explained, sounding worried and desperate. âIt's nothing like what you think it is, love!â He continued, the panic in his voice as clear as day.
He pulls himself out from Yui's hold and quickly walks towards you, holding both of your hands in tight grip. âDarling, please, trust me. I would never do anything that would hurt you like that. I love you, I only love you!" He looks at you seriously, still with a hint of panic and concern in his tone.
âSo?â You turn to Yui, still standing there as if she did nothing wrong. âWhat does my pussy taste like?â You ask Yui straightforwardly, tilting your head to the side and crossing your arms as you glare at her.
Both of them instantly freeze at your vulgar and embarrassing question to Yui, as she lets out a surprised yelp at your word. She didn't expect this to happen, and she didn't expect a harsh word like that from you.
ïżœïżœïżœIf you want to taste his dick so bad you should have kissed me instead.â You look at her in disgust. Yui's eyes widened as she heard what you said and that you were serious about it.
Geto then looks at you, feeling surprised by the way you confronted her right now. âDarlââ He started, wanting to say something, but then he stopped, letting you do the talk and let out your frustration at her.Â
âDon't you dare talk about such things, (Y/N)-chan! I only want to be close to him because I like him, not because I want... something else." She said nervously, clearly not telling the truth, before she started to tremble when a mixture of fear and embarrassment washed over her.
âYui-chan, what makes you think you can try to kiss me without any hesitation? You need to learn that everyone has boundaries, including yourself.â He looks at her disappointedly as he scolds her once again.
Yui's face turns red from how angry and humiliated she is after being confronted like this. And for the first time in four days, she doesn't know how to talk back like she usually does.
âI'm sick of her ass. I really am.â You take out your phone, quickly texting your upperclassmen. âI'm switching with Mei-san. She knows how to handle a brat like this one.â
âGo back to your room! I'm not assisting you again this time.â You raise your voice at her after days of keeping your annoyance back. She looks at you wide-eyed, ready to complain but when she sees how Geto looks at her, she shakes her head and runs away to the dorm.
He nods, glad that you made a good choice. âYeah, that's actually not a bad idea. Mei-san is a good choice... I think she'll be able to handle Yui.â
He then looked at where Yui is going, wanting to confront and advise her more about her behavior, but he doesn't want to continue talking to her for too long, as he knows it will only lead to another argument and possible trouble.
He turns to you, sensing your silence while you're busy on the phone. âI'm sorry about Yui, love... I know you're still mad at me, but, please, hear me out.â He looks at you, wanting to talk to you right now as he wants to clear out this misunderstanding between the two of you.
Eventually, he walks to your side and stands close behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He then leans on your shoulder before kissing it gently. âAre you angry... with me, too?â He said in a quiet tone as he gently caressed your hair with his free hand.
âMy baby...â He sighs softly when you don't answer and takes your hand gently on his own. âCan you look at me, please?â He pleads, wanting to see your face, hoping to get a chance to see your beautiful smile again.
âI'm upset.â You put your phone down. He lets out a small chuckle as he looks at you. âI know, you just gave me âthe lookâ of your sulkiness just now.â
âStill, can you look at me for a little bit? Even if you're mad at me at the moment, I still want to see your beautiful smile... I miss it.â He said softly, stepping in front of you again as he held your cheek.
âMei-san wants the reward of my mission in return.â You pout, showing him your text with Mei-Mei, another reason you're upset.
3,000,000 yen for 5 days? Interesting. I'll take the last-day offer, then.
I'm expecting the 600.000 yen in return~
âHuh.â He reads her text. âWell, that's Mei-san for you. She loves money more than anything else.â He said in a light tone.
You look at him again. âYou know, I really want to wipe your lips after that kiss with Yui.â His eyes widened at your comment. He then lets out a small chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed by your comment.
âBut, she forced herself onto me.â He said, guilty but still wanting to make things clear. âI'm sorry... If you want me to wipe my lips, then you can do so anytime.â He said, not refusing your offer.
You smile at him, cupping his face to give him a long, deep kiss. He let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of your kiss, even for a moment. âThis lips... Is mine to taste...â You say between kisses.
âMmm...â He lets out a soft sound in response to your action, leaning toward you even more. He returns your kiss, making sure that it's deep and full of affection for you. His eyes were closed as if he just wants to savor your kiss as much as possible. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your body while caressing your back.Â
âMm, I needed that..." He said softly after you two broke off from the kiss, looking at you with a smile on his face. He kisses you again, one of his hands going up to the back of your head to deepen the kiss.
You pushed your tongue against his lips to part them open, letting your tongue enter his mouth to savor him. âMmm... Love that... Your taste...â He murmur between kisses before he pressed his lips more against yours with a bit of aggressiveness, wanting the kiss to be as fiery and lustful as he feels inside from this moment of the kiss.
He slowly moves both of his hands to your hips and pulls you towards him, wanting to feel you closer to him. He starts to kiss you down your neck, his lips trailing down your throat, nibbling the skin of your sensitive spot, his teeth lightly grazing against the delicate skin around your skin until it leaves a mark there before licking it.
âSpeaking of taste...â His lips trail back up from your neck to your cheek, kissing the side of your lips. âWhat did you say I tasted like?â He reminds you of what you said earlier, wanting to hear it again.
âMine.â
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lee felix x m!reader
âWork Husbandâ ~*+
summary: Transitioning into a new department can be tough. Luckily, male!readerâs new boss pairs him and Felix together- the two almost immediately having great chemistry. Work-relationships almost always develop into something more, right?
( overview: office AU, soft-top!felix since u guys want it so bad, bottom!reader, smut obviously, protection and all of that, bj + anal, discreet/hidden but in office )
emoji theme:
đȘ ( office AU )
+âïž ( +18, mdni )
đ± ( short fic, oneshot - barely 1k words )
âïž ( = y/n )
likes, comments, & reblogs appreciated ËÊâĄÉË
âWelcome. Itâs a pleasure to have you join us here.. and Iâm sorry about your former office.â
A large wooden desk with a few tan files sat inbetween âïž and his new boss. Shedding beams into the room, the sunâs golden rays illuminated the frosted glass surrounding the two. âïž shook his head lightly, him then smiling at the older woman.
âItâs no problem. As long as this department isnât anything like the other, thisâll feel like a promotion.â âïž brushed his hand against his navy blue sweater and sighed. âThank you for having me.â
âLike you said, this is kind of like a promotion. I expect great things from you.â The boss stood up as a soft knock erupted from outside of the office. A man with long-ish blonde hair walked in and smiled- first at the boss, and then to âïž.
âThis is who youâll be assisting. Felix will give you written pieces and ask for revisions until he sees that itâs fit to be published. Unfortunately, we are short staffed by choice, so the work load will be a lot. Please keep up with the given tasks and their deadlines. Felix?â
âïž turned his head back to the man.
âHello, nice to meet you. My name is Lee Felix and Iâll be taking care of you. I look forward to working with you.â
âïž simply smiled and spoke a shy âhello,â as he stood up. âIâm âïž, itâs nice to meet you as well.â He then thanked the boss for her time and followed Felix out of the room.
âBehave, Felix!â The boss shouted as âïž stepped out of the room behind the man. He followed Felix down the left side of the large room, stopping at a set of cubicles that sat against a wall of windows. Started from the floor and touching the ceiling, the view displayed a bustling city. The cubicle was light gray and quite large, with a grey laptop located on the desk inside. Felix walked in and pulled out the large cushioned chair, and looked around awkwardly.
âSo.. this is where youâll be spending a majority of your day. Since itâs so spacious thereâs only two cubicles located against the wall on this side of the room. My area is directly in front of yours.â He pointed over the cubicle wall. âIf you ever need anything, please just walk over or.. just look over it. Sound good?â Felix explained, his voice soft yet sonorous.
âïž nodded and smiled bashfully. Felix was remarkably good-looking, which was unusual for an office setting such as this one. The man was pretty much âïžâs type, too, making him even more nervous than he already was.
âYes. Thank you, Felix.â
Felix smiled and nodded to the man before leaning against the cubicleâs entrance. He dug his hands beside his white button-up and down into his black pantâs pockets, waiting for âïž to sit down before responding.
âOf course. Iâll let you get used to the office before I ask you to do work.â
âïž acknowledged what he said by nodding and smiling.
After Felix left, âïž opened the new computer and typed in his passcode information. For some reason, the office wifi wouldnât connect, though. After trying for another minute, he stood up and peered over the wall to see a sitting felix.
âFelix?â âïž asked, his nose just barely peaking over the wall. Felix smiled and stood up to look over the wall as well.
âWhatâs up, love?â He asked, placing a hand on the edge to support his weight. âïž was initially taken aback by the pet name, but ultimately didnât mind.
âI canât get onto the wifi for some reason. Is there a different one that you use?â
âOh yeah, sorry about that. I guess our tech guy forgot to set that up for you. Jisung always forgets.â
âïž watched a Felix closed his computer and then made his way back over to his cubicle. As a result, the man sat back down and perked his back up to fixed his posture. Felix strolled in after a few seconds and leaned into âïžâs computer, his body softly brushing against the manâs shoulder. âïž couldnât take his eyes off of Felixâs side profile as he typed into the computer.
âAll right, youâre all set.â He cooed, brushing against âïž once again. As Felix was about to leave the cubicle, âïž shot up and grabbed his hand. Surprised, he stopped and turned around, still holding âïžâs hand.
âSorry if this is weird to ask, but..â âïž paused and tilted his head. âDo you have a girlfriend?â
âOh, no.. not really my type if you know what I mean..â
âOh okay.. then do you have a significant other- or something?â âïž asked.
âNo,â Felix smiled and tightened his grip on âïžâs hand. âbut I think I kinda have a crush.â
âïž knew exactly what he meant and mentally blushed. âSame here. Maybe we could go out sometime?â
âFor sure. Whatâd you have in mind?â
âWould you wanna.. come to my place?â
Felix looked to the side, and then back to âïž. âWe donât have to wait. Here, follow me.â He said, leading âïž into a storage room a few feet away from their work areas. Though the lights were extremely dim as the two hurried in, âïž could see the many drawers, bulletin boards, and spare furniture. Felix lightly closed the frosted door and somehow locked it from the inside, him then turning his attention to âïž. He grabbed âïžâs hands and held them in his own.
âDo you mind?â Felix asked as he raised one of the manâs hands to his mouth, kissing it. âïž shook his head and wrapped his arms around Felixâs neck, Felix reacting by guiding âïžâs back into the wall behind him. âïž pushed Felixâs head forward, allowing the manâs lips to meet his own. Felixâs hands ran down âïžâs torso, then settling on his hips as âïž began french kissing. Felixâs grip on the manâs waist tightened the deeper they kissed, with Felixâs bulge now rubbing against âïžâs. A few seconds later, Felix pulled away from âïž- strands of his blonde hair having fallen over his eyes.
âCome over here.â Felix instructed, using a hand to drag âïžâs wrist over to a small table sitting against the wall. Felix gently pushed âïžâs shoulder down as he leaned back on the table, leaving âïž to fall onto his knees. With a growing bulge right in front of his face, it was only natural for âïž to begin unbuttoning the manâs pants.
âAh.. youâre excited, arenât you?â Felix teased, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He ran a finger through âïžâs hair as the man exposed his dick print, âïž then pulling the pants down to Felixâs ankles. Felix began unbuttoning his white top as âïž stroked the manâs boner through his gray underwear.
âCan I take it out?â âïž asked, continuing to caress it. Felix finished unbuttoning his top, displaying sculpted abs much to âïžâs liking.
âGo ahead.â
âïž slowly pulled the manâs underwear down, not anticipating getting smacked by his length.
âOh, sorry.â Felix laughed. âïž rolled his eyes and smiled, him then beginning to stroke Felixâs cock, the man softly whimpering as he did so. âïž grinned at the reaction, placing Felixâs dick inside of his mouth and slowly throating it. He leisurely bobbed his head up and down as Felix threw his head back, practically moaning out now.
After a few seconds of steady swallowing, Felix quickly grabbed âïžâs head and yanked it back. His dick fell out of the manâs mouth dripping in saliva.
âSorry, I didnât want to finish yet.â Felix said, kneeling down to match âïžâs eye level. âCan I get some of this too?â He whispered as he got closer to âïž, him then reaching behind the man and squeezing his ass.
âOh, do you have a condom?â
Felix reached behind him and magically pulled out a wrapped condom and a tiny bottle.
âOf course.â
âïž furrowed his eyebrows and muttered an âalright.â as he followed Felixâs action of standing up. Felixâs skinny dick was still hard and poking out in front of him. Pulling his own pants and underwear off with quickness, âïž placed a hand on Felixâs chest.
âYou can sit or lay on the table if youâd like, or you can-â
âYou should let me do the work.â âïž murmured, softly pushing Felix back. Felix smiled and nodded, sliding back to sit on the table. He rolled the condom over his dick as âïž climbed on top of him, the man placing his knees beside each of Felixâs thighs. Waiting for him to pour the liquid onto his dick, âïž wrapped an arm around Felixâs neck- the manâs chest inches from Felixâs face.
âAlright, go ahead.â Felix muttered, placing his hands on âïžâs waist and guiding the man down onto his cock. As his pink tip slipped in, âïž moaned out and tightened his grip around Felixâs neck.
âïž now sat entirely on Felixâs dick, moaning softly as he took his time to undulate on it. The two huffed and whimpered as âïž began moving steadily on Felixâs dick, with âïžâs chest still inches from the manâs mouth.
âThatâs good.â Felix whispered, his eyebrows furrowed and his ajar lips producing silent moans. âïž felt Felixâs lips on his nipple a second later, him sucking and licking as the man bounced. âïž sped his undulating form up as Felix moved his hands down to âïžâs ass. Guiding him up and down even faster, âïž quickly became overstimulated. His knees buckled and he fell into Felix, who pulled away from the manâs nipple and placed his chin into âïžâs neck.
âCan you keep going?â Felix hummed into âïžâs ear, rubbing up and down his waist as he waited for an answer. After another few seconds, âïž pulled away from Felix and planted a kiss on his cheek.
âYeah, you can keep going.â
Felix nodded, pulling âïž into him and wrapping both of his arms around âïžâs waist. As Felix began thrusting softly into him, the man wrapped both arms around Felixâs neck. Felix grunted as his thrusts picked up in speed, filling the room with the sounds of clapping and âïžâs whimpers. Both of their moans hummed in each otherâs ears, pushing the two to the brink of finishing.
Felix continued shoving the man onto his dick despite feeling âïžâs knees buckle for a second time. As âïž felt his leaking dick brush against Felixâs rough abs, he threw his head back and gasped. He ejaculated, painting Felixâs abs in a glistening white liquid. The man thrusting into him noticed, and became even more turned on, using all of his force to drill into âïž.
âI-Iâm cumming.â Felix gasped. After a few more seconds of harsh and sloppy thrusting, Felix forced âïž onto the entirety of his length, filling the boy up with his semen.
The two breathed heavily in front of each other before Felix fell back onto the table, pulling âïžâs arm as he did so. âïž fell on top of him, his energy drained. The man pulled Felixâs dick out of him and slid the condom off, bringing it in front of him so that he could tie it and throw it aside.
âI wouldâve lasted longer if you werenât so cute.â Felix muttered, stroking âïžâs arm as the two laid still.
âItâs okay, thereâs always next time.â
âYeah.. and Iâll be sure to take you out to dinner beforehand.â
âïž chuckled at the comment, planting a kiss on Felixâs puckered lips. âIâd like that.â
âI would too, love.â
a/n: writing smut is saurrr boring but i hope u guys like this lil top felix moment. i still think heâs cuter as a bottom lolll :,)) alsoo lowkey im desperately waiting for someone to request an indie movie plot so i can write smth cute, request awayyy!
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maybe like a lil drabble (or whatever youâd like to do) where instead of hunnigan working with leon, itâs the reader. and they be all flirty and cute and kinda like đđ
tbh it can work for anything post-re2r, even if its still before re4r. you can do how he acts around you in different eras (if you want to at all, or just choose an era)
sooo whatever you have most inspo with! thank youu
RE4R!Leon x FOSAgent!F!Reader drabble
After Ashley and Luis had gone to sleep in the small ramshackle shed Leon had managed to locate for the night, he sat by the entrance of their temporary shelter and turned on his comms, waiting for his radio to pick up a stable wavelength to relay information back to HQ. The dingy little thing still wouldnât pick up a frequency, which the blond didnât wonder about since heâs been thrown around one too many times, the walkie-talkie probably also got a small beating along with the impact his body took. After giving a small pat to the black box in his hands, he finally managed to hear the static of his handlerâs voice.
âCondor One to Roost, baby Eagle is currently taking shelter in this⊠dilapidated hut,â he sternly reports. âAlong with Sera. Luis Sera.â
A moment of silence fills the air, accompanying the gentle pitter patter of the rain on the thickening mud before you respond to his reports.
âHmm⊠aerial imaging tells me youâre near a lake, am I right? Can hear the rain from here,â you say.
âYeah. Weâre not too far from a lake,â he responds. âGuess we got eyes in the sky too, huh.â
He hears a faint little breath coming from you, probably a soft scoff. He smiles to himself, the first time in a long time before he brings his wrist near to his face.
âWhat time is it back home?â he asks.
â1300.â
âYou should probably get some rest, baby. Donât worry about me, Iâm making sure we all get out of here in one piece.â
âI want to but I canât bring myself to,â he hears you softly respond. âI canât risk losing you, you know. I gotta keep guard on comms 24/7 even though I know youâre great at your job.â
Leonâs heart squeezes a little bit; he knows how important rest is to someone, which is ironic considering how he hasnât had proper rest in over 96 hours and is desperately craving a good, lengthy sleep though he doesnât mind if it means keeping Ashley and the flirty Spaniard safe and sound. He wonât mind, most of all, if it meant keeping in touch with you.
âAnd besides, I have reports to send to Grahamâ location updates, aerial view images, all that jazz. I have many things to work on,â you say before he hears you yawn quietly. âItâs not like I can just stop doing these because Iâm tired; at the end of the day, the president is a father who wants to know how his daughter is doing all the way on the other side of the world. Heâs worried sick.â
âAnd at the end of the day, Iâm just your boyfriend who wants to make sure my girlfriend is still taking care of herself despite all her workload,â Leon responds. âI know baby, I know but still take some time to restâ even for a little bit.â
A soft sigh can be heard from your end.
âFine. But arenât you supposed to be resting too? Donât see any threats within a 3-mile radius, youâre good.â
âNah. Gotta keep watch, canât be too vigilant. Youâll be the one resting for both of us tonight,â he says.
âLeon.â
âIâll get rest later, honey. I promise,â Leon pleads.
Another sigh. Gosh, Leon hates how youâve been sighing a lot more lately, which meant that a lot was weighing on your mind.
âPromise me that. Or Iâll personally fly there to beat your ass.â
âIâd rather you beat something else of mine instead,â Leon jokes.
âIâll remind you, agent Kennedy, that weâre still on government-operated frequencies so I highly recommend communicating in a professional manner.â
âMaâam yes maâam agent Kestrel, the absolute love of my life.â
âIâm going to go on the break youâve been forcing me to have instead.â
Leon chuckles to himself, a small puff of air leaving his cracked and pale lips.
âOkay, okay. Good night, baby. Iâll talk to you 4 hours from now.â
âGood night, hon. I⊠I miss you and⊠please stay safe,â you sincerely whisper to him, unable to switch off the frequency connecting you to him.
âMe too. I miss you. I love you,â he says before turning the radio off and placing it back in one of the many fancy pockets he had.
He props one leg up while he sits, resting his forearm on his knee as he looks out into the dark and foggy scenery. The rain would be nice if he was back home with his girlfriend, cuddling and joking in the bed of their shared apartment instead of this miserable hellhole infested with mutants and murder-crazed cult fanatics. As much as he wanted to bring along a locket or a small picture of you he couldnât, out of making sure that there would be no traces of foreigners that the crazy locals could use to somehow involve all of America into this. A faint creak of the rickety wooden floorboards has the hairs on the back of his head standing, his hands flying to the sleek silver pistol on his holster to point it at the source of the noise, only for the source of the noise to be the nosy Spaniard who was unfortunately very much wide awake and conscious throughout the conversation he had.
âDidnât know you had a ladylove, sancho.â was all the man said after raising his arms up as the agent pointed his gun at him.
Leon put his gun back down, the usual smoulder and frown taking its place back into his haggard features as he sat back down and stared out into nothingness again.
âDidnât peg you as the type to call a lady âbabyâ or âhoneyâ,â he teases. He walks up to Leon, taking a spot beside him and placing a cigarette to his lips before lighting the end of it with his lighter.
ââYou should probably get some rest, babyâ,â Luis repeats with a sly smirk as he shoots Leon a curious look.
Leon simply gives him a death glare, squinting his eyes before turning his attention back to somewhere that isnât irritating or getting on his last nerve.
âThatâs not what it was.â It was what it was.
âMhm, Sancho.â
âYou be thankful she hasnât ratted your ass out to the president yet,â he hisses.
âGood point there,â Luis sneers. âNo⊠no anything then?â, to which Leon responds with silence.
âThen⊠perhaps sheâd like to go out for a jive, a little dance of bachata with me,â the Spaniard presses with a shit-eating grin. âSince you two donât seem to be anything.â
âBack off from my girlfriend,â Leon blurted as he froze the man in front of him with his steel blue gaze.
Luis puts out his cigarette, chucking it somewhere and gets up as he walks back to where he âsleptâ moments ago.
âOkay, sancho. I can clearly see that youâre hers,â he comments. âI guess only you have the pass to call her âthe absolute love of your lifeâ. Buenas noches, amigo.â
With a wink, he lays back down on the floor and turns to his side to fall asleep.
NOTES - It feels great to finally get back to posting again!!! It's been quite some time and since I'm finally finished with the third quarter and my tests, I'll be more active with posting fics :)) Requests have been marinating in my inbox and I know ppl have been waiting for quite some time so here's the request, more otw!!!! I'm also eepy rn so I'm going to go to bed after I post this <3 Neways, thanks for reading my works and I <3333 UUUU!!!!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE <3
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hii I loved loser!chan fics and I was wondering if you could do loser!jihoon as well? anyway you want works for me Iâm just insane over jihoon being all subby and your fics are amazing!!!
18+ / mdi
content: loser!jihoon, virgin!jihoon, sub!jihoon, afab reader, smut, dry humping, handjob penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 2466
a/n: ive always thought of writing loser!jihoon u read my mind lmao i hope i made him loser enough <3
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jihoon wasnt too much of a social person. it had been like this throughout elementary and all the way too high school, even manifesting up until college. currently, he had his usual group of friends, but he was as still pretty much a very antisocial guy. he liked it this way. it kept things simple.
his lack of socialization, however, also came with a lack of social skills, which in very obvious fashion also meant he lacked experience in social situations; dating included.
his romantic life had been fully nonexistent thus far, making him fall far behind most of his friends, who were all thoroughly experienced in one way or another.
it's not like jihoon didnt have any interest in that area of his life. it was just that he was too shy. a bit of a loser too, to be honest. this was a trait of his that he had wanted to finally rid himself of, which wad how he ended up attending one of his good friend's mingyu's many frat parties.
this wasnt his usual scene. he had been invited to these gatherings multiple times, but always turned them down, knowing he could never keep up with his popular friends (not that he wanted to anyway; as he said, this was just not his scene). however, something his friend mingyu had said about a week back had caught his attention, making him insist that mingyu let him tag along this once.
he had been in the cafeteria at the time, looking across the room as he usually did while his friends engaged in conversation. he was the only member of the friend group who was not a member of the frat, so it was easy for him to blend in the background most times. this time, however, mingyu had caught sight of what was keeping jihoon so distracted. this had just gotten interesting.
it was you.
by some strike of luck, it turned out that mingyu knew who you were. you were a frequent attendee to his frat parties. he knew you pretty well, actually. had spoken to you a few times, and coincidentally knew you had a bit of a thing for his friend jihoon â at least that's what he gathered from your occasional inquiries as to where he was any time he'd be absent from mingyu's parties. mingyu had never attempted to hook you guys up before, but he had decided in that same moment that he liked you for jihoon, which only meant one thing; he had to play matchmaker.
considering jihoon's clear interest in you as he stared and stared while sighing at the pretty sight, mingyu felt very justified in not-so casually dropping the fact that you were usually in attendance to his parties, meaning that you'd very likely be at his following party. this caught jihoon's attention immediately, who tried to nonchalantly make some excuse as to why he'd wanna be in attendance this time around. mingyu considered it a mission accomplished and simply awaited the fateful day of the party.
at the party itself, mingyu immediately got to work, making sure jihoon remained alone and in close proximity to your location â also letting you know that jihoon was wandering somewhere in the frat house, taking note of your smile as he relayed that piece of information to you. as soon as he located the two of you and deemed the situation manageable for jihoon, he went his own way to party with his friends. he had a hunch that it'd work out on its own. he had seen you sneak a few glances at his friend tonight already, which gave him all the confidence to leave the two of you to eventually interact.
it didn't take long for the two of you to bump into each other at some lone corner of the frat (it's not like jihoon had been keeping track of your movements and making a calculated effort to incidentally bump into you in a not-so casual way). upon crossing paths, you immediately engaged in conversation, rendering jihoon slightly speechless at your friendly disposition.
although he had a hard time keeping up with your outgoing personality, â barely being able to mutter full responses as his eyes avoided yours at all costs â you seemed interested enough to suggest the two of you move onto a quieter part of the house in order to have a better chance at understanding each other.
that remote location manifested itself as mingyu's room, which had conveniently been left open for jihoon to access (something gyu had made sure to let jihoon know about, "in case he grew tired or something").
for some reason, sitting on the edge of the bed by your side as a booming party occurred downstairs felt a bit too intimate for jihoon, someone who was not used to any sort of interaction with women of any kind, much less the girl he'd been secretly crushing on for months. you seemed relaxed, though, simply maintaining sporadic conversation as the two of you enjoyed the muffled music coming from downstairs.
at some point you seemed to sense his unnerved state, deciding to call attention to it.
"parties not your thing?"
"oh, uh .. yeah. just not used to the environment , i guess."
"this is my first time seeing you at one of these. what changed?"
"hâ how'd you know it's my first time?"
"i wouldve noticed you before."
oh. oh.
"why do you think i brought you in here, jihoon?"
"you know ... you know my name?"
you had scoot closer now, sitting side by side with your legs gracing against his, which were stuck together as he made himself as small as possible.
"of course i do. i've been keeping tabs on you jihoon."
he felt himself shiver at your proximity, despite the fact that everything was still very much friendly and platonic. but he couldnt help himself in feeling shy at the implications of being alone with you whilst sitting closely to each other on the bed.
"o- oh."
"jihoon? why wont you look at me? are you okay?", you took your hand and placed it under his chin, making sure he was now facing you.
your face was far too close to his, and the expression you carried was not one of worry, but one of want.
"n- no, i mean, yes. it's justâ"
"just what, jihoonie?", you tilted your head, somehow coming into even closer proximity to his lips.
he gave up the clueless act first, being unable to control himself in his need for you.
"please ... justâ please."
that was enough for you to close the gap, sighing softly against his lips as he froze, unknowing in what to do. his arms also remained on his sides as his posture stayed rigid. luckily for him, you didn't mind his temporary inactivity, simply urging him with your own hands and lips to take some action.
these notions were enough for him to nervously begin to kiss you back, copying all your movements as he opened his mouth to allow yours in. his hands were also now awkwardly resting on the small of your back as he leaned a bit towards you. it was all very awkward on his part, but he was truly having the time of his life as you made love to his mouth.
your kiss had quickly grown filthy, making jihoon's eyes roll back as he attempted to keep up. you only kissed him like this for a short while before pulling away breathless, inquiring for more.
"can i? will you let me take charge, jihoonie?", you said in a hot breath against his lips, eyes still glued to his pout.
"iâ ive never ..."
"that's okay ... i'll show you, jihoon. ill make you feel good. i can ... i cant teach you."
he wasnt sure if you'd meant to sound like a siren's song when you said this but the effect was just the same, because he found himself breathlessly nodding in agreement, allowing you to lay him down as you straddled him on the bed.
just moments later and you were already starting a slow and sensual grind against his hips as you made a show of arching your back and throwing your head back at what was likely just minimal pleasure for you. for jihoon, however, it was the most action he'd ever gotten. he always assumed that his first act of intimacy with a girl would be a quick peck, not the girl of his dreams dry humping him on his friend's bed.
he took a leap by putting his hands on your hips, unable to control his moans and the way his hips pushed upwards a bit to match yours. this seemingly caught your attention, causing you to make eye contact with him once more before leaning down and connecting your lips.
once again, he was unable to help himself in kissing you back, although sloppy and inexperienced, he enjoyed your kiss all the same, nearly losing his mind at your ability to turn such a sweet act into one of pure desperation so quickly.
"always wanted you, jihoon ...", you breathed against his lips, "knew you were friends with gyu, so i kept coming here hoping to see you, but you never showed up. made me wait so long for you ..", you pouted.
"iâ i didnt know. i wanted you too, i swear ..."
you gave him a sweet smile, caressing his cheek softly as your hips slowed down for a moment, "i know, hoonie ... which is why you're gonna be good for me, right, baby?"
"yâ yes. iâ anything. ill do anything you want, justâ", he was interrupted with yet another kiss; a kiss which he instinctively gave back without even having to process it.
"anything? oh, jihoonie ... gonna have so much fun with you."
his confirmation had been enough for you to take further action. jihoon wasn't sure how it ended up happening, but eventually you had managed to undress the two of you, now sitting in the exact same position as before, â you on top of him as he laid back on the bed â except this time fully nude.
from the moment you'd thrown off your shirt, jihoon had been unable to stop staring at your tits. he didnt wanna sound like a total creep or anything, but he wouldve given anything to bury his head in them and never come back. luckily for him, you seemed to read his mind pretty well (re: took a hint from his endless staring and licking of his lips) and leaned down, enticing him to kiss your tits by bringing his face close to them.
with a quick nod in confirmation, jihoon went to town on your tits. he didnt know he had it in him, but his lips and tongue explored every inch of your breasts, breathing against them at how supple they felt under his touch. he drank in every single sigh you let out at the feeling, with his arousal growing to an extent he didn't know was possible.
"oh, hoonie ... fuck ... such a good boy. play with my tits, shit ..."
your hands eventually reached out to play with his dick, which he had been neglecting thus far. his actions halted upon the feeling of your warm hands encompassing him, jerking him in a way that had his kisses against your chest becoming even more sensual in nature as he moaned into your breasts.
"youâ oh ... that's .... please ...."
"like it, baby? want me to keep playing with your dick?"
"yes, fuck. please! wantâ"
"but, baby ... dont you want my cunt?"
that statement took him to another planet altogether.
your cunt? you were going to fuck him? oh. oh.
the simple thought of you wrapping around him, bouncing up and down as he lost his mind under you almost had him cumming. the best he could do in that moment was lift his head from your chest and beg you to please let him have it as he kissed your lips.
you took advantage of his begging to lick his lips, teasing his tongue with your own as you positioned yourself to lower yourself on him. jihoon was sure you could feel his heartbeat almost beat straight out of his chest as you pressed your hand against his chest for support, but he didnt care. he wanted you to know how carnally he wanted you.
"this is your first time, right, baby?"
"yes, bâ but its okay! i want it, i swear!"
"oh, i know, pretty ... just wanted to make sure. gonna make you mine after this. you know that, right?", you leaned down to kiss his neck as you said this, making him shiver at the thought, "gonna be my pretty little jihoon that only i get to have ..."
"yes ... yours, justâ wanna be yours, please ..."
that was all you needed to finally sink down on him, moaning out at the feeling. similarly, he arched his back against the mattress at the warmth and tightness he felt around his cock; a pleasure he never knew was humanly possible.
you rode him like a champ, wasting no time in speeding up and he himself lost his mind. he couldnt help it when his hips began to cant up against yours, loving the way you threw your head back at the impact. at some point all rhythm between the two of you was lost, making you hump against each other like you were in heat.
"hoonie! gonna cum, please ... cum with me, pretty. wanna feel you cum."
"gonna cum for you ... feel so fucking good ...", he whined at you, knowing his end was right there.
the two of you cried out and held each other through your respective ends. his came slightly before yours, making him wince at the overstimulation as you tightened up around him after he had fully ridden his high. but the feeling was extremely pleasurable nonetheless.
laying down next to him, you cuddled up against his side, giving his chest a sweet peck before gesturing at him to look at you.
he felt shy making eye contact, but felt less so than before. he felt such a strong connection with you at this moment, smiling at knowing that you liked him back (at least going off on your rambles as you fucked him).
"i like you. so much," he interrupted whatever you were about to say, not even realizing his words until after he'd uttered them.
you chuckled at his widened eyes upon realizing what he'd said, "i know, hoonie. i like you too."
you stayed quiet after that, choosing to fall asleep in his arms as he held you against him. he wasnt sure what exactly came next, but he was content in that moment.
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The Heart Still Beating - 2 | Lloyd
Character: Lloyd Hansen x Female!Reader
Summary: After the heart transplant, Lloyd, the heartless killer, started to feel somethingâsomething unexpected and powerful that was tied to the fiancĂ© of the heartâs donor.
Words Count : 2916
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , End
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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.Â
Lloydâs heart suddenly thundered, then clenched painfully. âUrgh!â He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to catch his breath, but as he reached for the wall to steady himself, he slipped. Just before he fell, you caught him, one hand resting firmly against his chest. The pain subsided instantly, like his new heart had quieted under your touch.
He cursed under his breath. Why did the pain vanish when she touched his chest? Was it because of the memories of the heart's previous owner?
It reminded him of a colleague who could only fall asleep after hearing bedtime stories from a woman.
âDamn it,â he muttered, glancing away. âThis heartâs making me weak. I canât even kill anymore.â His voice was bitter, almost disgusted.
This is the first time you hear this kind of problem. Your eyebrows rose, taken aback by his words. "Are you actually saying the heart is stopping you from⊠killing people?â
Lloyd gave a short, dry laugh, his gaze darkening as he glared at you. âWhat, you think I asked for this? Your precious fiancĂ©âs heart is in my chest, and itâs ruining me.â He sneered, âMust feel great for you, knowing heâs stuck here, with someone like me.â
Your jaw clenched, pain flashing in your eyes. âHow dare you? You donât deserve his heart. He wasââ
Another sharp, pulsing pain hit him, cutting you off as Lloydâs hand shot to his chest, wincing. âUrghâŠâ His expression shifted, as if heâd only just realized something. âFine⊠fine,â he murmured, almost to himself, forcing his breath steady. âIâll keep my mouth shut, alright? No more nasty words to her.â
Your eyes narrowed, bewildered. âAre you⊠talking to yourself?â
Lloydâs gaze snapped back to you, rolling his eyes. âThink what you want.â Without warning, he took your hand and pressed it over his heart, his gaze unyielding. âFeel that? Itâs your fiancĂ©âs heart, beating. For you.â
You froze, your breath catching as you felt the steady thud against your palm. âJustin?â you whispered, tears threatening to spill.
Lloydâs bitter expression softened as he watched you, something strange and unrecognizable creeping into his eyes. This unwanted melancholy clawed at him, a feeling heâd tried to bury.
You withdrew your hand, blinking back tears as you cleared your throat. âCome in.â
As he walked into your apartment, his eyes fell on the stacks of boxes lining the walls. Fragments of another manâs life, packed away, waiting for their final rest. He picked up a framed photograph: you and a man, both smiling against a backdrop of starlit skies. Justin.
Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind, clear and insistent. He whispered, âLuna.â
Your gaze snapped to him, voice tense. âWhy did you say that name?â
He set down the photo, his face unreadable. âI⊠heard it. In a dream.â His brow furrowed, piecing it together. âItâs what you wanted to name⊠your baby, isnât it?â
You glanced down, your hand moving instinctively to your belly as you whispered, ïżœïżœIt is. He chose it when we found out sheâd be a girl.â Your voice shook as you continued, âIf it werenât for that accident⊠heâd still be here.â
The mention of the accident sent a dull ache through Lloydâs chest, something raw yet strangely familiar, though not as sharp as before.
âHow did you even find out I was the⊠patient?â he asked, keeping his tone steady. As a covert agent, he wasnât easy to track. His life, his workâit all existed in the shadows, far from public records.
Your expression hardened. âI bribed someone at the hospital for the information.â You held his gaze, unflinching.
Lloydâs eyes widened, a flicker of surprise breaking through his hardened demeanor. Maybe you werenât as innocent as you appeared after all.
After bribing for information, you found yourself following Carmichael, though he didnât notice right away. When you finally confronted him, the sight of youâespecially with your pregnant bellyâcaught him completely off guard.
Flustered and visibly unsettled, he tried to shake you off, but you raised your voice, not backing down, drawing the attention of several tall, intimidating figures nearby. They were built like Lloyd, all sharp eyes and stone expressions, now watching you with interest.
Finally, one of them approached. âMadam, please come inside.â
He escorted you into the building, leading you through grand halls lined with marble columns and ancient statues, giving the place a regal, castle-like feel. You were taken to a dimly lit room where an elderly man sat, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before shifting to Carmichael with a steely gaze. âTake her to him.â
When you recounted the encounter to Lloyd, he seemed genuinely shocked. âYou met the boss?â
You shrugged, a faint smirk at his surprise. âGuess he got sentimental. Something about seeing a single mother⊠reminded him of his own upbringing.â
Lloyd scoffed, shaking his head. âOld manâs gone soft, I swear.â
Your gaze hardened as you looked at him, âYou⊠youâve got a second chance here. Donât waste his heartâitâs not just some toy.â
Lloyd scoffed, shrugging. âWhat, so Iâm supposed to be grateful now?â
Without responding, he turned toward the door, only to pause. His hand froze in mid-reach. You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
âShh. It's to quiet.â He raised a finger, then his eyes widened. âGet down!â In one swift move, he yanked you to the floor, shielding you behind a couch, one arm protectively covering your stomach.
A faint breeze brushed past your neck, and with horror, you realized it wasnât the wind but a bulletâwhizzing inches from where youâd been standing.
Lloyd glanced at you, voice urgent. âYouâve got three minutes to hide. Can you get to your room?â
âY-yeah?â you stammered, caught off guard.
âGood. Move,â he instructed, drawing his gun. You scrambled to your feet, clutching your belly, and darted towards your room.
âStay put until I say so. Here.â He tossed a phone to you. âHit number oneâtheyâll know what it means.â
Heart racing, you fled into the closet, squeezing yourself inside as you dialed the number, hands shaking.
From outside, muffled sounds of movement and sharp, metallic clicks told you the danger was still near. You held your breath as you listened, praying for silence to mean safety.
Meanwhile, Lloyd braced himself, greeting his would-be attackers with a cold, calculating stare. Five men stood before him, poised and armed. âWho sent you?â he demanded.
One of them smirked. âNot your concern.â
They moved in, circling him. Lloyd flexed his grip on his gun, his gaze hard and unyielding. As they lunged, he met them with ruthless efficiency, each blow calculated and relentless. Outnumbered five to one, they clearly underestimated him. He was brutal, merciless, and unrelenting, disarming them one by one.
Yet as they fought, he noticed something strange. They avoided striking his chest, almost like they were purposefully steering clear of it. And none of them seemed eager to land a fatal blow. Why would they hold back?
Lloydâs frustration ignited into something moreâa bloodlust sharper than heâd felt in years. The thought nagged at him: was this intense desire to protect you coming from his own heart? Or Justinâs?
Under his breath, he murmured, âYou really did love her, didnât you?â
In your bedroom, you flinched at every thud and crash, fear twisting your stomach. Silence fell, the air thick with suspense. Had he survived?
Then, the door creaked open, and Lloyd appeared, smirking. âYour savior is here.â
Relief washed over you, and you rolled your eyes. âYouâre impossible.â
He extended a hand, helping you to your feet as you steadied yourself, still catching your breath. âWho were they?â
He glanced back at the empty room. The inturders has gone, his gaze dark. âI donât know. But I know someone who does.â
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You and Lloyd now stood face-to-face with Carmichael, the manâs typically composed expression slightly fractured as he glanced between the two of you.
âAre you alright?â Carmichael directed his question to you, his eyes narrowing as if scrutinizing for signs of distress.
You exhaled, steadying yourself. âIâm fine.â
Lloyd scoffed. âWhy are you asking her? Iâm the one they came after.â He stepped closer, his voice darkening. âWho the hell are they? Some new group making waves?â
Adjusting his glasses, Carmichael replied, âYou wouldnât know them because they operate in an entirely different league.â
âThe upper world?â Lloydâs voice held a dangerous edge.
Carmichael nodded.
âWhat does that mean?â you asked, casting a nervous glance at Lloyd.
Lloyd didnât want to tell you, but because of this damn heart he had, he felt compelled to share everything. âTo make it simple, my job is in the underworld. I handle deeper, darker things than you could ever imagine. Meanwhile, the upper world is like kindergartenâmafia, gangsters, that kind of people.â
You swallowed, a chill creeping up your spine. âBut mafias are still dangerous for people like me.â
Carmichael nodded in agreement. âSheâs right. Itâs a very real danger for her.â He turned to Lloyd, a strange resignation in his eyes. âTheyâre Mafia.â
Lloydâs brow furrowed, a glint of anger flashing across his face. âIâve got nothing to do with them.â
Carmichael held his silence a beat longer than usual, then said, âWhat they want is your heart.â
The words hit both you and Lloyd like a bullet. Your eyes widened as you exchanged looks, Lloydâs jaw going rigid. He scoffed, disbelief giving way to anger. âWhat makes this heart so special?â
âTheir leader needs it,â Carmichael explained, retrieving a file. He opened it, laying down a profile with a photo labeled Mr. Cicadas.
âThis group,â he continued, âis an alliance between the Italian and Japanese mafias. And this manâMr. Cicadasâis the head. The only donor whoâs a 100% match isâŠâ He paused, glancing at you with a rare hint of sympathy.
âJustinâŠâ you murmured, your face going pale as the truth clawed its way to the surface. Lloyd saw the shock draining the color from your face and wrapped a steadying arm around you.
Lloydâs tone was grim. âLet me guess. This heart was meant for him. But you gave it to me. Why?â
Carmichael met his gaze. âOur motto is clear: âKill one person to save millions.ââ
Lloyd raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a half-smirk. âSo, you wanted this insect guy deadâthatâs why I got the heart instead?â
You never imagined your fiancĂ©âs heart could hold such value. âWas that man really so evil?â
Carmichael nodded. âHe doesnât deserve to live. Itâs a long story, but letâs just say that your fiancĂ© was too good a man to lose his life to someone like Mr. Cicadas.â
On that day, three people were dying: Mr. Cicadas, who would do anything to stay alive; Justin, who was succumbing to his injuries from the accident; and Lloyd, who had been shot through the heart, unexpectedly accepting his fate. Three dying individuals connected by the same match of a heart.
But for Justin, there was no hope. In his final moments, he wished to donate his organs to help another, embodying a selfless desire to save a life.
Yet there was only one heart for two desperate souls. A heart is incredibly precious to anyone fighting for survival, and Mr. Cicadas didnât deserve it. The choice became clear: it had to be Lloyd.
You felt your anger rise, bitter words forming before you could stop yourself. âAnd yet, how is he,â you gestured at Lloyd, âany better?â
âAt least he wasnât the reason your fiancĂ© died.â Carmichaelâs words hung in the air, like an accusation you could barely process.
âWhat?â Your voice cracked. âWhat did you just say?â
Carmichaelâs jaw tensed. âMr. Cicadas needed a transplant urgently, and your fiancĂ© was the best matchâhealthy, young, and alive.â He trailed off as he saw the shock turn your expression hollow. âThe car accident was planned.â
The weight of his words settled over you like a dark shroud. Your hands instinctively wrapped around your belly as the realization hit: Justin hadnât died because of some unavoidable tragedyâheâd been hunted, killed, because of someone greeds. You felt the hot sting of tears, your voice quivering with grief. âHe didnât deserve any of thisâŠâ
Lloyd, sensing the pain radiating from you, placed a steady hand on your back, his own gaze shadowed by a strange sorrow that heâd not felt in a long time.
âThey want it back now,â Lloyd muttered, a dangerous calm settling in his tone.
Carmichaelâs mask slipped, revealing a flicker of rage. âThat monster should have died when he failed to receive it. But the bastardâs still alive.â
Lloyd looked over in surprise; heâd never heard Carmichael curse, not with this level of disgust. It was clear Mr. Cicadas was worse than heâd imagined, a man who even the darkest operatives wanted dead.
His voice hardened, a quiet resolve in his words. âI have to stay alive, then.â
Carmichael stepped forward, voice low but firm, eyes blazing with determination. âOur boss left one message for you: âDo whatever is necessary to stay alive.ââ
You gripped your stomach, thinking of Justin. Memories flashedâhis warmth, his laugh. His life had been ripped from him, all to satisfy the greed of a man who, by all rights, should have been six feet under. Tears slipped down your cheeks as the truth sunk in, the ache of his loss twisting your heart in ways that words couldnât convey.
Author's note: I put an Easter egg in this. Do you know which paragraph? đ€
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I have so many thoughts on the friendship between Flynn and Cassandra, I could write a million essays on it. But something that has really jumped out to me during my current rewatch is the way these two just easily understand each other without even trying.
They talk without having to verbally communicate most of what they're saying. They don't even seem to be aware of the fact everyone else in the room is looking at them in confusion because they can't hear the unspoken parts of the conversation.
They bounce ideas off each other so easily, instantly pick up on each other's trains of thought, and practically finish the other's sentences or ideas.
These two neurodivergent geeks, who never had anyone in their life truly grasp what goes on inside their head, suddenly found someone who knows and it's like they instantly latched onto that connection.
Cassandra also has her very close friendship with the other LITs, and Flynn has his relationship with Eve, but it's their friendship with each other that lets them both explore and indulge the parts of themself that other people just don't understand.
Cassandra is definitely the one out of the LITs that is most like Flynn, both in her skills as a Librarian and also in her personality and how her lightning speed thoughts tend to get translated into her words and interactions with others. (Which is a whole other topic I'd love to dive into another day.) But, yeah, it makes so much sense why they have no trouble at all understanding each other.
(Edit: Nope, that was supposed to be the end of the post but I have too many thoughts that need to be shouted into the void. Their friendship is very important to me. So...)
Jumping back to the very beginning - During the first two episodes, Flynn is perpetually annoyed by Ezekiel and just kinda ignores Stone. But Cassandra⊠He's absolutely fascinated by her from the moment they first meet. He takes a minute out of their incredibly urgent life-and-death mission to discuss her being a synesthete and geek out a little over the fact she has an eidetic memory like him. And Cassandra's immediate reaction of "Yes, wow" is like she can't believe someone is capable of immediately understanding what's going on inside her head and is 100% okay with that and not at all bothered by her being "different".
And then they get to Stonehenge:
And I think this is the moment Flynn really starts to appreciate how brilliant Cassandra is, and how very much like him she is. Flynn is a fairly competitive person with a genius brain like no other, but he doesn't get upset or offended when she takes over the calculations, and even carries them out faster than he could have. If anything, he looks genuinely impressed. He instantly understands what information she needs and readily gives it to her so they can continue solving the puzzle. They immediately settle into this easy back and forth, this rapid exchange of information and clues as they work at putting together the pieces. He's able to talk to her in a way he can't talk to anyone else. It's probably been a long time (if ever) since he's interacted with someone who can keep up with him.
Even after Cassandra has betrayed Flynn -- causing him to lose his home, the only family he had left, his best friend, and potentially his life -- he instantly accepts her back on the team and even sticks up for her when the others object. At this point, she hasn't apologized, shown any indication of remorse, or had a chance to make amends. And it doesn't matter to him. "She had her reasons" - and that's enough for him. He lets her out of the cell and immediately wants to hear her plan for stopping the Brotherhood.
And I think this is the moment when Cassandra -- similar to Flynn's realization at Stonehenge -- suddenly realizes that someone else can grasp her thought process. That someone understands the way her brain works. That someone is capable of following her trains of thought and not getting lost in the ordered chaos of her mind.
Just look at her smile!! She is trying to get across what she wants to say, and she's so used to having to break things down for others and still not being understood, and here's someone who instantly picks up what she's trying to convey. Look how utterly happy and excited she is when he gets it.
I love how much they appreciate each other's genius. I love how they can communicate on a different level. I love how much they genuinely care about each other.
And I absolutely love that it's through Flynn that Cassandra manages to have her moment for redemption, because he's already clearly demonstrated that he's the one member of the group she doesn't have to prove herself to.
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I love that Flynn has zero people skills and a very weak grasp on the concept of friendship and yet he meets this brilliant, weird, amazing young person and pretty much instantly connects with her. Because, like her, he also spent most of his life invisible and now someone actually understands him and is already so important to him, even if it's a while yet before he'll really fully understand the concept of friendship.
I love that Cassandra has spent most of her life feeling unseen and never truly accepted by the people around her. And then she meets someone who immediately sees her and understands how her mind works and appreciates and trusts her, and who introduces her to this life of mystery and magic where she can use her talents to save the world⊠and she already knows that he's important to her even if she doesn't realize just how much her life is going to change because of him.
There's SO MUCH more I could say about their friendship, but I should probably channel some of it into an actual blog post at some point. For now, here's some cute moments I grabbed while getting the screenshots for this post:
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