#borrowing the tranquility idea

[fuxuannie]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. | kenji sato x gender neutral reader

love mail     —      this was an evil thought im so sorry. (experimental) angst :( themes of grieving/loss mentioned

︰꒱꒱ "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, KENJI." he'll mutter to himself, his hands buried deep into his hair as he takes shaky, unstable breaths. this is the 5th time rhis week, it hasn't gotten any easier. it's just so hard to even think at this point. every thought is corrupted with the idea of you, any time he tries to even function his brain thinks of your smile and he breaks. why won't you leave? why do you make his days melancholic when you were once the reason they were the reason they were filled with ineffable joy.

why won't he let go of your memory? why won't he get rid of the empty soda can you left on his table? or the jacket you let him borrow? he knew it wouldn't fit him, after all. but you both also knew he just wanted to keep a part of you. how cruel that it'll be one of the last things that'll ever remind you of him. when your house got destroyed, barely anything was scavenged. the one place that was so full of you was erased, and he had no way to properly grieve that.

baseball is his only distraction, and by then not even that can keep his mind off you for long. his coach begs him to take a leave for as long as he needs, he refuses. if he accepts, he'll have to be alone with himself again. and thats his worst fear. being face to face with his own mind, his very cruel, unforgiving mind. kenji's thoughts were hardly repressible, and only your saccharine presence could silence his racing mind. he's afraid he'll have to live with them preying on his soul; forever victim to his own psyche.

he'll write poems you'll never get to read, sing songs you'll never hear, and say things you'll never get to know. he wishes he did more, but even if so, would that have been enough? could he have truly avoided this longingness for you even if he had more memories? he's not sure. he wishes he had an answer.

one day, he'll think he's okay again. he'll wake up and feel a little more life than yesterday, his mind isn't so enigmatic — and he doesn't feel trapped in his own mental prison. he'll make his bed slowly, but it no longer feels like a chore. he brushes his teeth and fixes his hair, the thought of you coming behind him with a hug doesn't cross his mind. mina instead reminds him he has a meeting this afternoon.

he feels the world has fallen into quiescence, everything is peaceful and he feels like he can breathe again. he takes a step out of his home, and he keeps going forward. kenji will walk to a store, he buys a small coffee, not a medium. you aren't there to ask him for a few sips anyway. the day fades away just as fast as it appeared, welcoming the dark night. for the first time in a while, he doesn't feel as if he's walking endlessly to a destination he doesn't know himself. he arrives somewhere, a tranquil park.

he sits on an empty bench, feeling the cold breeze of january in tokyo kiss his skin. it almost feels like you, he doesn't know how to explain it, but it does. and then he feels. it's complicated, but he just feels his heart squeeze and his throat suddenly forms a lump. he was getting better, wasn't he? so why, why until now — 3 years after your death.. he felt like this? so many years wasted with suppressing his feelings. for once, he will let himself grieve. tomorrow? he's not sure. but he simply hopes he'll be kinder to himself. just as you would have wanted for him. missing you came in waves, after all.

[lxndonorris]

cozy - Lance Stroll

Y/N x Lance Stroll Theme: Smutish, light touching you spend the day cuddling with Lance x word count: 1260+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

As the soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm ambiance in the room, you and your boyfriend, Lance, find yourselves lost in the blissful cocoon of your shared intimacy. The comforting embrace of the bed seems to cradle you, and you can't help but lean your head against his chest, savoring the soothing rhythm of his heaving chest with every breath he takes.

Wrapped in the tranquil silence, he holds you close, and the world outside your haven fades away. There is an unspoken language in the way your bodies intertwine, creating a sanctuary of intimacy that words could not capture. His arms around you feel like a shield, protecting you both from the uncertainties beyond the bedroom walls.

However, as time passes, a subtle chill begins to permeate the air. Sensing your discomfort, Lance breaks your embrace with a tender smile and reaches for his hoodie.

In one swift moment, he takes it off, revealing another, thinner shirt underneath. "Here." He smiles softly and hands you the hoodie.

The fabric is soft and oversized, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth as you gratefully accept his offering. It carries the comforting scent of him, a familiar blend that instantly makes you feel at home.

"Thank you," Blushing slightly, you enjoy how its fabric glides across your skin.

With the borrowed garment hugging you, a few sizes too big but perfectly cozy, you resume your cuddle. His gentle caresses trace patterns on your back, a rhythmic dance that mirrors the beating of your hearts.

You rest your hand on his chest, relishing the warmth and subtle rise and fall beneath your touch.

In that shared place, where the world is reduced to the proximity of your intertwined bodies, Lance leans down to kiss your forehead.

As you continue to bask in each other's presence, you express your anticipation with a gentle smile: "I can't wait to see you racing again."

You lift your head when his eyes soften and a subtle warmth of gratitude illuminates his gaze.

"I will do my best to get on the podium again," he promises, a commitment that resonates with the passion he holds for racing.

"I know, Lance." You smile, lean in, and kiss him softly. He embraces your lips on his own, and his stubble tickles.

As your hand continues to traverse his chest, you cannot help but smile again.

"I cannot wait to see you in that beautiful green suit again." You giggle as his body reacts to your gentle touch.

A playful spark flickers in his eyes, and he teases you with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile.

"Why is that?" Lance shakes his head slowly, his voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and enticement.

Leaning in closer, your lips just inches away from his, you bite your lower lip, holding back another giggle.

"You just look so good, babé." You say, kissing him in between words, making him smile so brightly.

He knew the answer already, but it makes him feel better hearing you say that. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in a little closer.

"You know we've got the fitting soon." Lance growls deeply, tilting his head slightly while still looking right into your eyes. His eyes are shimmering in the dim light, drawing you in closer, and you couldn't pull away even if you tried.

A playful glint dances in his eyes as he shares his plans: "I'll make sure to take plenty of pictures." He lifts his chin slightly and narrows his eyes as his hands run up and down your back.

"Especially in my fireproofs." His words carry a teasing undertone, and a warm smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I know you'll love that."

The idea of capturing those intimate moments, even in the context of a fitting, adds a new layer to your conversation. You always love seeing him in those tights, flattering his athletic physique. Especially those white ones are your weakness, and he is fully aware of the power he has over you.

Remembering the first time you saw him gives you goosebumps.

It was a few months into your relationship when he invited you to a race weekend. You had seen pictures of him, videos, and interviews, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. When he finally emerged in his racing suit, a wave of admiration washed over you. The sleek fabric clung to his body in all the right places, clinging to the contours of his athletic form.

You couldn't help but marvel at how good he looked—a vision of strength and determination. The suit not only encapsulated the essence of his sport but also added a touch of allure that made your heart race.

The fireproofs beneath the racing suit further emphasized his athletic build, creating a silhouette that exuded confidence and power. As he stood before you, ready for the upcoming race, you felt a surge of pride and admiration for him. With a swagger in his step, he approached you, hugged you, and kissed you. Since that day, he knew how much you loved him in that gear.

"You know me too well." With a sly grin, you intensify your gentle strokes across his chest, feeling his muscles, his pecs, and his abs tense slightly at every move of your fingers.

Carefully, you let your hand linger on his tummy, stroking him for a few moments before you trace his treasure trail further down his body to his crotch.

Lance leans forward, resting his head against yours with a soft smile.

As you stroke him, he starts to purr contently, embracing you in an even tighter hug.

Your hand runs up and down his thighs teasingly, while he places kisses on your forehead, your nose, and right on your lips.

"Lance, your beard is tickling me." You pretend to pull away, a giggle escaping your lips, but he persists, the teasing twinkle in his eyes growing more pronounced.

The two of you get more into the moment, and you feel his excitement growing against the palm of your hand. Once you intensify your strokes, he lets out a soft yet guttural moan, resting his head against the pillow underneath the two of you.

"Mhmm." He growls deeply, and while you keep on stroking him, you find yourself drawn to the details of his features. Your fingers trace the delicate path along his jawline, reveling in the subtle texture of his beard; it feels fluffly and soft, and you're glad he is growing a beard again.

"This looks so good on you." You express your admiration for his beard, as it has grown on you as much as it has grown on him.

"Thank you," Lance smiles, a blend of contentment and appreciation, as your fingers continue their exploration.

Now, you let go of him and run both of your hands across his firm chest—his training is paying off—before they slide underneath his shirt. Lance keeps working out in preparation for the season, as he must be physically and mentally ready for that many races, some under volatile conditions.

You're seeking the warmth of his skin; the touch of his soft skin beneath your fingertips sends a shiver of intimacy through you. As you wrap your arms around him in an intimate hug, Lance reciporates, embracing you fully.

His chest presses against yours, his arms hold you close, and he proceeds to kiss you again and again, so softly and lovingly.

Lance is humming quietly, taking many deep breaths, while you close your eyes, enjoying this moment.

[valkyrieromanoff]

5 times you innocently sat on Hunter's lap (plus 1 you didn't)

warning: sexual content in the last part, most of it is just fluffy.

words: 3k

a/n: I hadn't written anything for a long time, but then this idea popped into my head and I couldn't help but try. I also posted it on ao3, I hope you like it ;)

1) Sitting on his lap when playing with his hair

Your fingers were entangled in Hunter's locks, gently playing with his hair. Seated on his lap, you had the perfect reach to those exact spots that brought him tranquility. His once tense muscles began to melt under the tender dance of your fingers across his scalp.

With a soft sigh, Hunter rested his head against your chest, the sound a low hum of satisfaction. As your fingers reached the nape of his neck, your nails gently scratched the sensitive spot before massaging it lightly.

Your touch was as light as a feather and as warm as the morning sun, leaving him utterly at ease. His hands rested lazily on your waist, a secure yet relaxed grip. His eyes closed, and his breathing slowed to a quiet, rhythmic pace as he relished the gentle movement of your fingers through his hair.

He loved it when your hands were on him, even cherishing the playful times you joined Omega in braiding his hair when he dozed off on the sofa. In this moment, surrounded by the comfort and shared affection, he felt completely at peace.

2) Being in a room with no other chairs for you to sit on, so you sit in his lap 

As a Jedi—if you could still call yourself one, having been only a Padawan when Order 66 struck—you never fully grasped the endless parties and celebrations that inundated the island. It left you wondering whether the residents of Pabu were extraordinarily festive, or if you were simply old-fashioned. Yet, when your gaze met Hunter’s, you allowed yourself to relax. The long-haired clone, bound by his characteristic red bandana, seemed almost as out of place as you.

He had sought refuge from the crowd, sitting on a wooden chair that faced the beach directly. The moon kissed the sea in an almost ethereal vision, the sound of waves dissolving into foam on the shore working wonders to drown out the loud music, laughter, and animated conversations of hundreds celebrating the arrival of summer.

“Running away from fun?” Hunter’s deep voice rang out on the night breeze, breaking your reverie. You hadn’t realized you were staring. Nothing went unnoticed by him, you reminded yourself, taking a step toward him. Your attempts at walking were more like stumbling, brief steps in a straight line due to the ridiculously high heels you’d borrowed from Phee, who insisted they’d go perfectly with your outfit.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten used to the concept yet—drinking, dancing, and celebrating for no reason. It’s different from what I’m used to,” you reflected thoughtfully, your eyes lost in the starry night as fireworks ripped across the horizon, exploding in a kaleidoscope of bright colors. You shifted uncomfortably, transferring your weight between your feet, having lost count of how many times your heels had sunk into the sand.

“Your ankle is swollen. You need to sit down if you don’t want it to become a dislocation,” Hunter pointed out, his voice serious yet filled with care.

“I’m not in the mood to sit on the sand,” you muttered softly.

Hunter snorted affectionately, pulling you by the wrist to sit sideways on his lap. “That’s not what I suggested,” he retorted, gently undoing the buckle of your high heels. The relief was immediate; kriffing, how you hated those heels. He repeated the gentle motion on your other foot, his fingers searching for any signs of swelling or twisting.

“You shouldn’t wear heels, mesh'la, if you can’t walk in them,” Hunter mused casually. You responded with a dramatic snort that soon turned into a sigh as he began to massage your feet tenderly, releasing the built-up tension.

As the moonlight danced on the waves and the fireworks painted the sky, you felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and belonging in Hunter’s arms. The world around you faded, leaving only the soothing rhythm of the sea and the warmth of his touch. In this serene moment, you both found solace in each other, embracing the rare peace and simple joys that life on Pabu offered.

3) Sitting on his lap while you softly apply lotion  

"You know, just applying sunscreen would have avoided this," you pondered calmly, opening the bottle of moisturizer. You poured some into your hand and began gently spreading it over Hunter's sunburned face. With each leg on either side of his lap as he sat patiently.

He let out a deep sigh at the sensation of the cool lotion meeting his warm,a natural response to his sunburn from a day at the beach. He had spent the entire day, diligently watching over Omega as she played in the shallow waves, his concern for her safety overriding his need for self-care. Hunter's heart nearly stopped with Wrecker's antics of tossing Omega into the water, despite Omega's giggles of delight.

The memory of falling asleep only to be buried in the sand by Crosshair and Omega, leaving just his head exposed, surfaced with a mix of amusement and regret. The sun in Pabu had been exceptionally harsh that morning, intensifying the burn on his face.

“Uhm,” Hunter huffed dramatically as your fingers carefully spread the moisturizer over his skin. The soothing aloe vera brought immediate relief, cooling the fiery sensation on his face. You smiled gently at him, a pang of sympathy in your heart. He had been so focused on protecting Omega — even buying her a giant hat that nearly her view of her feet— that he had neglected his own needs.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of you," you assured him softly, giving his nose a gentle kiss, careful not to cause any more pain than the sun already had. Hunter sighed deeply under your tender care, a profound sense of love and relaxation.

In your attentive hands, he felt cherished, his discomfort melting away as he basked in the warmth of your affection.

4) Take a seat on his lap as you read something from your datapad.

It was dusk in Pabu, the sun setting in a symphony of colors—yellow, orange, and red—tinting the sky like a masterful painting. The soft, calm sound of waves breaking on the long stretch of sand surrounding the island, accompanied by the fresh, salty scent of the sea breeze, painted a picture of serene domesticity. This tranquility and warmth, a solid change from his days as a soldier, filled Hunter with a thoughtful, almost wistful sense of gratitude. He pondered the sacrifices he had made to achieve such peace, his reverie only broken by the sound of your voice filling the silence.

“I don’t know how Shep got those meilooruns. I didn’t think they grew around here. I mean, technically, we’re in the Outer Rim, but the climate isn’t identical to Tatooine or Ryloth, for example,” you mused curiously, your eyes scanning the datapad in your hands. Seated on Hunter’s lap, your back rested against his chest, while he nestled his chin in the curve of your neck, trying to read along. “It’s not only rare, but it’s also incredibly sought after because of its unique flavor. Plus, it stays fresh for a long time, which is a big plus for traders,” you added, your finger trailing down the screen filled with highlighted snippets of trivia about the exotic fruit.

“Uhm, I bet it must be worth quite a bit on the market if it’s that valuable,” Hunter reflected casually, his hands resting on your waist, fingers gently caressing your exposed skin. “Well, now I understand why there was such a huge queue just to get a piece.”

You hummed in agreement, snuggling deeper into his arms. Every now and then, you’d bring up another interesting fact or detail that had caught your attention. Hunter, meanwhile, occupied himself with the simple pleasure of relaxing, savoring the mundane routine that now defined his life. The prospect of worrying about the rising price of fruit was far more appealing than the constant threat of the Empire. In these moments, wrapped in your presence, he found a profound sense of contentment, cherishing the peace he had fought so hard to attain.

5) Sit on his lap when applying some makeup on him.

“Darling, it's no big deal, just a little pressure. You won't even feel it,” you murmured softly, trying —and failing spectacularly— to apply the eye pencil to Hunter's eye. Despite your reassurances and his best efforts, he couldn’t stop fidgeting. Even small reflexes like wiggling his leg or shifting his thigh made you feel like you were dancing in his lap.

"It's not your eye that's being poked," Hunter grumbled quietly, pouting as  he struggled to keep his eyes open without blinking. The sensation of the eye pencil gliding along his waterline was uncomfortable, heightened by his keen senses.

You gently held his chin, your thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped his eye. You hadn’t realized just how intense the sensation might be for him. With a slightly guilty pout, you let the eye pencil drop from your fingers onto the bed.

“I managed to apply it to just one eye,” you pondered softly, leaning to the side to pick up the small mirror so Hunter could see your work. He stared at his reflection in surprise. He wouldn't have expected it, but the layer of black pencil under his eye looked surprisingly nice, though he wasn’t about to admit it out loud.

“Maybe I could be persuaded to let you do the other eye,” he suggested mischievously, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of amusement and affection. His hands traveled to your waist, pulling you closer.

“Uhm, I can think of a few ways,” you whispered back, your lips hovering over his before closing the distance. You pressed a passionate kiss to his lips, your hands already pushing against his shoulders, guiding him to lie back on the bed. His heart swelled with love and ease, the discomfort of the eye pencil forgotten as he melted into your embrace. The sensation of your lips against his, soft and insistent, he felt cherished and deeply connected, the shared affection enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth and security.

6) Plus one time you didn’t 

The days in Pabu seemed to awaken earlier, as Tech had once explained, because the sun rose a few hours ahead of the neighboring planets. The warm rays of dawn gently invaded the room, casting a golden glow over the figures nestled in bed. A gentle breeze swayed the curtains, creating a delicate dance in the morning light.

"It's not even seven in the morning," you mumbled sleepily, your voice a soft whisper against the dawn. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand, you tried to adjust to the tender light of a new day.

"Is there ever a wrong time to be affectionate with you, mesh'la?" Hunter's voice was a gentle caress, his eyebrow arched in a playful query. His hand, warm and tender, brushed against your cheek, sending shivers of love and comfort through your drowsy form.

"Well, when I'm still half asleep, maybe?" you replied with a teasing smile, leaning into his touch. "But I suppose for you, there's never a wrong time." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "What's got you so affectionate this early, hmm?"

"Nothing, I just wanted affection from my girlfriend. Is that a crime?" Hunter murmured softly, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent deeply. Your curls tickled his nose, but he didn't mind; all he wanted was to have you in his arms.

"Well, of course not," you replied gently, your fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair. Lowering your eyes to meet his, you added, "But I don't believe that's all. I know you, Hunter. Spill it."

Hunter chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Alright, you caught me, mesh'la. I must admit, seeing you in that dress last night... it's been on my mind." His hands, strong yet gentle, held your hips, guiding you to sit on his lap. "I've been longing to feel you close like this again," he whispered, his voice a tender caress, conveying the depth of his desire and affection.

"Oh, is that it, my love?" you teased softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nestled into his lap. "I'll be sure to remember to wear that dress more often," you murmured, your voice a playful whisper. The closeness brought a warmth that filled the space between you, each touch and word deepening the bond you cherished so dearly.

Hunter’s eyes gleamed with desire, his grip tightening slightly on your hips. "Do that, and you'll find yourself in quite a few compromising situations, mesh’la," he warned playfully, his voice a velvety whisper. His lips met yours in a tender, passionate kiss, conveying a depth of emotion that words could not capture. "I promise to make it worth your while," he murmured, his breath mingling with yours as the promise hung in the air, full of longing and affection.

You smiled affectionately against his lips, moving your hips over his lap in a sensual dance, your fingers clinging to his bare shoulders to intensify your painfully lascivious movement. ''I'll remember, huh"

Hunter groaned softly, his body responding to your tantalizing movements. "You're playing with fire, mesh'la," he murmured, his hands wandering up your thighs, pushing the hem of your nightgown higher. "And you know I love every second of it." His lips found your neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses as his hands explored your curves.

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you caught Hunter staring at you, his gaze lingering on the hem of your nightgown, the fabric clinging to your curves in all the right places.

''You couldn't keep your eyes off me last night," you whispered, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. You slowly began to trace patterns on his chest, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. His breath hitched as you leaned in, your breasts pressing against him, your lips brushing against his ear.

"And now, I can't keep my hands off you," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. You let your fingers dance down his stomach, feeling him shiver under your touch. You hooked your finger into the waistband of his boxers, pulling him closer, grinding against him. He was already hard, and you could feel him throbbing against your center.

Hunter's grip on your hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as your words and touch ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the primal hunger that coursed through his veins. "Mesh'la," he groaned, his voice a desperate plea, "you're killing me."

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up emotions into it. His tongue danced with yours, claiming your mouth, tasting the sweetness of your desire. His hands roamed your body, tracing the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, before finally finding the damp lace of your panties. He groaned at the evidence of your arousal, his cock throbbing painfully against his boxers. He wanted nothing more than to tear off your clothes, to bury himself deep inside you, to feel you pulse around him as you came undone.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you lifted your hips, allowing Hunter to slowly peel your soaked panties down your legs, his knuckles brushing against your sensitive skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through you. Your heart raced in your chest, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as you eagerly awaited what was to come.

Your fingers fumbled with his boxers, your hands shaking with anticipation as you finally freed him from the confines of his clothing. You marveled at the sight of him, thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. You longed to taste him, to feel him pulse in your mouth, but your desire to have him inside you was too great.

You guided him to your entrance, your fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him gently as you positioned him at your core. You could feel the heat radiating from you, your body aching with need. Hunter's hands gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you open, his gaze locked on where you were about to join.

"Please, Hunter," you begged, your voice barely a whisper. "I need you inside me. Now." Your hips bucked, trying to impale yourself on him, but he held you firm, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Not yet, mesh'la," he teased, his voice low and husky. "I want to watch you take me in. Slowly." And with that, he began to push into you, inch by torturous inch, filling you completely, stretching you deliciously. You gasped, your head falling back as you savored the sensation, your body trembling with pleasure.

When Hunter finally sheathed himself completely inside you, you let out a cry of ecstasy, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body adjusted to his size. He gave you a moment to settle in, his hands stroking your hair, his breath warm on your neck as he murmured soothing words in your ear.

But soon, the need for movement became too great. You began to rock your hips, sliding up and down his length, taking him deeper with each thrust. Hunter groaned, his hands moving to grip your ass, helping to guide your movements, setting a rhythm that had you both gasping for air.

You could feel the tension building inside you, your body coiling like a spring ready to snap. Hunter must have sensed it too, because he suddenly flipped you onto your back, his hands pinning your wrists above your head as he began to pound into you, his pace frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Come for me, mesh'la," he growled, his voice laced with desperation. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock as you come apart."

His words sent you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you screamed his name. Hunter followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside you, his own cries of pleasure mingling with yours.

In the aftermath, he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and spent. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, your hearts beating in sync as you both struggled to catch your breath. 

[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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— ☆ Ill-Fated !

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

summary; you and chishiya surviving the borderlands together. themes; friends to lovers; coworkers; trusting eachother with their lives; death; slowburn; one of two parts. notes; back from hiatus (maybe) i got carried away w/ this lmao - i jus love chishiya so much <3<3

MAJOR AiB2 SPOILERS !!

You first met Chishiya in your first year at medical school: you were studying to be a neurosurgeon while he was studying to be a general surgeon. You both met during a theoretical session about the brain and how to remove tumours from it.

You both sat rather close to one another in amidst the lecture hall. Every now and then, he'd glance at you but would immediately look away once your eyes landed on his figure.

He was infatuated with you from the moment he saw you: unlike the other students he'd met, you were the only one that seemed different. He really wanted to get to know you better which was not like him at all and it made him want to know you even more.

Fast forward a few weeks, Chishiya is still admiring you from afar when you finally spark up a conversation with him: 'Could i borrow your notes from the past few lectures?' you asked him in the middle of the lecture. He was surprised to hear such a request from you - he'd always assumed that you were one of the smartest in the class. Nonetheless, he still gave you his notes to copy off after the lecture without asking for anything in return.

The rest of your first year at medical school was spent with you both having small talk in the middle of lectures - it never exceeded past that but you both did get a little closer. Until, in your second year, you asked him out for coffee. He agreed:

The tedious lecture was finally over and you grudgingly dragged yourself out of the class. However, as you carried yourself, you noticed a familiar white-haired man walking leisurily in-front of you. A rather odd idea popped into your head and you jogged up to the man, asking him a question you never thought you'd ask.

'Say, Chishiya, would you want to go out for coffee?' His slow pace immediately came to a halt as he turned to look to you with a small smirk on his face. 'Are you asking me out?' he asked, in turn. 'I guess,' you sighed, averting your gaze. 'Sure, why not.'

Though, your relationship with Chishiya mainly remained platonic throughout your school and medical years, Chishiya's infatuation never really left him. You were the only person he trusted and he trusted you with so much personal information of his. He'd always turn to you for comfort. You were the only person he ever considered as a "friend."

That is, until you both were going to a cafe for brunch on a comfortable, tranquil afternoon when you both saw a weird light travelling in the sky. 'What do you think that is?' you asked as you pointed to it. 'Unsure. Come on, let's go,' he brushed it off as you both continued to walk to the cafe but once you both entered it, it was completely barren - no customers, no clerks, nothing, no one.

You and Chishiya had now unfortunately landed in The Borderlands.

Your first few days were filled with dread, you both had barely any idea what was going on. All you both knew were that you both were fighting for your lives.

A few weeks later, you and Chishiya found out about The Beach and were taken in as members with him being number 11 and you being number 12.

Your time at The Beach was rather boring and mind-numbing. Your days were filled with dread since during the days, everyone would be drinking and partying and they’d do the same at night too. It was almost as if the people had forgotten their lives were at risk. You despised every second of it.

Most of your time spent was with Chishiya or in your room, you barely left it unless you were hungry. You’d be accompanied by Chishiya everytime you left your quarters.

During the Ten of Hearts game, you mostly kept to yourself and observed the players descending into madness. Nearly everyone was running for their lives away from Niragi and the few people with weapons. Luckily for you, you didn’t get into much trouble.

Once The Beach was deemed uninhabitable due to the fire nearly demolishing everything, you couldn’t help but be glad. For the first time since your arrival, you finally felt glad that the hellish nightmare that was The Beach was finally gone.

Chishiya was the first ( and only ) person to pick up on your rather joyful mood, he chuckled at the sight of you watching the house burn down with a smile spread across your face.

‘Enjoying this a bit too much, aren’t you?’ He asked as he sat beside you. ‘I’ve always wanted to watch that place burn,’ you responded.

However, your happiness was short-lived since the moment the 10 of Hearts game was cleared, the next stage was announced. It started quite eventful as well with the King of Spades shooting everyone in sight.

You and Chishiya barely survived with your lives and you both got separated from your group. Things weren’t in your favour today.

Luckily, Chishiya had managed to find a safe space in the farther ends of Tokyo — away from The King; you both decided to spend the night there before figuring out what to do next:

The night was quiet, quieter than usual. You didn’t enroll Chishiya into meaningless conversations nor did he have a remark for any of your actions — it was unusually quiet and you were quite grateful for it.

Morning came faster than you wanted to. Since you both were still in excellent condition, ( aside from the fatigue due to the past few games ) you suggested that you both should try defeating some other games: ‘he’ll kill us eventually so in the mean time, why don’t we kill a few of his friends?’

This lead you both to join the Jack of Hearts game. Since Hearts was your speciality, you were pretty excited to see what this game had in store — you couldn’t mask your excitement at all.

Once the game started and the rules were explained, unlike everyone else in the prison, you were very calm. You’d made your way into the food area and began to munch on some cookies you found while Chishiya trailed behind.

‘You’re really calm for someone who’s in a life-or-death game,’ he said as his eyes scanned your figure. ‘Why should I be? After all, I’ve got you,’ you responded, not even bothering to look at him.

‘What if I lied? Or, what if I was The Jack?’ He implied. You chuckled at his futile attempts to make you panic, ‘I’ve known you for 7 years, I don’t think you would. Besides, if you were to kill me then you’d also lose your chance of survival here.’ ‘Fair enough.’

The game went on, everyone started to betray one another, only 6 people remained, including you.

The interval for the game had begun, you and Chishiya lounged in the food area, observing the remaining 4 players.

‘Who do you think the Jack is?’ you asked Chishiya, ‘this is most likely the final round so he might make his move now.’ ‘Enji,’ he simply replied, not giving you an explanation. You simply nodded in his direction since you understood why he suspected Enji.

Once The Jack revealed himself and was being interrogated by Banda and Oki. You both left the game venue, feeling pleased with your efforts.

In the process of going back to your hideout, you and Chishiya got attacked by The King of Spades which resulted in you getting fatally shot in your left leg.

You both barely made it out alive but atleast, Chishiya had gotten you back to the hideout, safe and sound.

Immediately after confirming that The King was gone, the first thing he did was tend to your wound. He searched the place for a rag or fabric but failed.

Ultimately, he wrapped leg with a make-shift bandage made from his shirt.

The entire day was then spent with him looking after you even though you reminded him multiple that you, too, were a licensed doctor like him. He didn't care. He was far too worried.

The following morning, Chishiya informed you that he would be leaving for another game - The King of Diamonds game, that is.

Though, it killed you both to leave eachother but you both knew it was the only way so reluctantly, you let him go.

You were propped up against a wall with pillows to comfort you - the bullet wound in your leg wasn't getting any better, you could barely walk.

Chishiya told you that he'll be leaving soon for the King of Diamonds game and you tried to make him stay but he didn't budge.

You then suggested that you join him in the game but he forced you to stay and rest since the details of the game were unknown and he didn't want you to struggle in it.

Though you were very against his plan on defeating The King, you still trusted him. You knew that he would be successful.

Painfully, you stood up with one hand attached to the wall behind you. Once Chishiya noticed this, he immediately rushed over to your side to help you; one of his hands were on your waist while the other was free.

Your faces were merely inches apart and on impulse, you closed the gap between you two with your lips connecting with his.

After a few moments, you both pulled apart, your cheeks were tinted pink but Chishiya seemed unfazed.

'Good luck,' you smiled as Chishiya let go of his grip on you and began to walk away, leaving you. Making you feel as though you had destroyed a 7 year long friendship.

The entire day was filled with unease. Your overthinking got the best of you which lead you to think that the unthinkable had happened to Chishiya.

Until, you heard movement coming from near the area surrounding your hideout. You took your make-shift cane ( which you had made in his absence ) and limped towards the source of the noise.

You were expecting the worse but it was just Chishiya. Safe and sound.

You rushed over to him, as fast as you could and enveloped him into the tightest hug ever as relief washed over you.

The Borderlands weren't a place where you thought you'd find your happiness but you were so glad for Chishiya.

[be-missed]

Rule Breaker

Wednesday Addams X Vampire!Fem!Reader

(Picture not mine)

Summary: Wednesday Addams, punished librarian, clashes with Y/N, a rule-breaking vampire. Can Wednesday keep with the antics, or will Y/N push her limits?

A/N: OOC Wednesday (probably) here is a story, my first one for Wednesday. Wednesday was punished by Weems so she's in a Library duty. A short one, I just want to write.

Warnings: Curse words, blood sucking, notify me if there are any.

Masterlist

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Echoes of book that fell down from the farthest side of the library can be heard from where Wednesday is. The girl was returning scattered books that students have left on tables that they were once occupied. With a huff, Wednesday let the book on her hand fall on the pile of books in her pushcart and started to walk her way down the aisle.

While walking and getting close to the area of her destination, she can hear a heavy breathing and silent moans. Taking her last step, she was faced by Y/N who is a vampire and man who is on his knees.

"You're getting the wrong idea" Y/N said looking like a deer caught in head lights, trying to hold the man's head in front of her and trying to wipe her face. Wednesday, not surprised with what Y/N is doing just shrugs her shoulder and said "Your action is disrupting the ambient tranquility, and it's adversely impacting the pristine condition of the flooring."

Y/N then pushed the man making it lying on the pristine wood flooring of the Library that made Wednesday's face scrunch, oh how Wednesday wish that she was not the one tasked to be cleaning the floors.

"I'm sorry, they are following me and I have no place to go, so I-" before Y/N gets to finish her sentence, Wednesday cuts her off and said "You know that you can't eat inside the library, yes?" and Y/N nods, Wednesday continues "This is your first offence, you can't bring your food inside or eat inside the library."

Y/N tries to defend herself and says "I know, I'm sorry I have nowhere to g-" but Wednesday cuts her off again, "I couldn't care less about your lame excuses; you're well aware of the rules, so adhere to them. Consider this your first offence"

With a pout, Y/N nods and hold the lifeless man on a kneeling position so she can continue to drain his blood out. But before her fangs touch the man's neck, a book was thrown into her direction. "I said no eating inside the library. Go somewhere else" Wednesday said and Y/N groaned trying to massage her head that was hit by the book, before Y/N leaves, Wednesday added "Oh, of course, after you eat, go back here and clean the mess that you made."

"This is so unfair" Y/N whispers as she see Wednesday disappearing into the see of bookshelves.

A week have passed after the said rule breaking that Y/N did and she was now second in line on the counter for her to borrow the book that she needs for their botany class. She's trying to ready herself to face Wednesday but a voice have popped her out of her bubble.

"I need your I.D" Wednesday asked with her monotone voice and her life-sucking stare. Y/N then opened her bag and tries to find her I.D inside, she seems to have a hard time finding it inside knowing that her bag is carrying a lot of things, from pencil, to beans of plants, to a finger, and a fucking protein shaker.

"Its hanging around your neck, dimwit" Wednesday said with a smirk on her face, looking at Y/N, thinking how dumb can the other girl can be. With that, Y/N gave her I.D to the other girl and stares at her feet. While Wednesday is logging the borrowed book, Y/N the mutters "He's a bad guy, just so you know."

Wednesday not paying attention to what Y/N and continuing to do her duty. Y/N then tapped the table that got Wednesday's attention repeated what she said, "He's a bad guy, the one that you saw."

With a blank look and a scrunched eyebrow, Wednesday said "I don't care about your preference, all I care is you follow the rules and be clean when you are inside the hall." Wednesday then gives Y/N the book that she's trying to borrow, she then gets up the counter and went to the pushcart to return books.

When Wednesday was out of sight, Y/N then pulls the bunched up roses that she picked from the bushes in the garden that she painted black; "A for effort" Y/N thought, if she can't find a black rose then might as well do it herself.

She goes around the counter and put the black roses and the box of dark chocolate beside Wednesday's bag where she saw Thing, everyone knows Thing. They waved to each other and Y/N tells "Please let this be a secret, okay? I'll give you 2 bottles of hand lotions." Y/N bribed and Thing agrees.

Every other day, Y/N just strolls down the library aisle just to get a glimpse of Wednesday with her pushcart in tow, returning books from where they belong to. In every time that Y/N gets caught by Wednesday, Y/N tries to pretend that she's finding a book.

In an instance, when they were in an aisle and Y/N got caught by Wednesday, she then grabbed the nearest book in front of her and acts that she is reading it.

"Are you following me?" Wednesday asked getting closer to Y/N, the other girl then said "Oh, Wednesday, you're here, I didn't see you there" and ended it with a nervous chuckle. Wednesday then just stared at the other girl for a good second and says "You're reading the book upside down and that's a bible you're holding. If you're gonna lie, better sure you have a great alibi"

Y/N then feels a burn on her hand and muttered curses, she then looked up, trying to find in what section they are, "Why the fuck is a bible in the Fictional section? Did you plan this?" Y/N then looked at Wednesday, blowing her burned hand. Wednesday then smirked "Of course, I know what you're doing. You are going in here every other day and you are following me. So what I did was to set you up and make yourself burn your own hand" Wednesday ended her sentence with a chuckle.

"Damn it, okay, I surrender. You are right I'm going here every other day and I'M following you" Y/N admitted, Wednesday then answered "That's not a good plan. If you're trying to kill me, try to come up of a plan that is foolproof" Wednesday then scoff and left Y/N.

Y/N was left with herself and says, "I'm not trying to kill you..."

Black colored roses and boxes of dark chocolate didn't finish there, Y/N tries so hard to put those near Wednesday's bag every week, with a written poem from Wednesday's favorite author or a miniature of a torturing tool that she made.

Another week have passed and finals season is coming, the Library has extended its working hours to accommodate the students that wants to study for their upcoming test.

Wednesday was walking around trying to check if there are naughty students that would use the Library premises for other purposes other than studying, and with that, she's right. She saw drops of blood on the hardwood floor, following the leak, she then saw Y/N.

With a look that can kill, Wednesday stared at Y/N's back where a pool of blood can be seen below her, "What did I say with eating your food inside the library?" Wednesday said with a stern voice, Y/N's back still facing Wednesday and is trying to ignore the other girl.

Wednesday's blood boil with such disregard that Y/N is giving her, she then walked towards the other girl and grabs her shoulders to make her face, and then there was Y/N; clutching her side, leaking with blood, her fangs out, and a disheveled look.

"I didn't eat my food inside, I swear" Y/N whispers, and then groan, still clutching her side that is bleeding. "What happened to you?" Wednesday said with a concerned voice, not because she is pitying Y/N, but she thinks that another monster is back in town, meaning another mystery can be solved.

Y/N said no response since she was focusing to clutch her side that was bleeding. Wednesday noticed that the vampire is losing blood, so what she did was she let Y/N fall into her side and helping her walk, "Where are we going?" Y/N asked, Wednesday then answered "To my room, I'm gonna stitch you up"

Y/N smiled at the thought that Wednesday did care about her and said "So you care about me?" with a scoff, Wednesday looked at Y/N ridiculously and answered "I'm not pathetic like the others, I need you alive so I have an intel on the new monster."

Y/N stopped on her tracks and looked at Wednesday, the other girl then said "Why are you stopping? I need you alive, come on." With a deep sigh, Y/N then continued to walk until they reached Wednesday's room, Enid was out, trying to study for their finals with the group.

Wednesday laid Y/N on her bed while she's trying to find her operation kit that she uses to dissect animals. Y/N was trying to fight her eyes that were trying to close. With a light slap on her face, Wednesday appeared on top of her, sitting in her crotch with a needle and a surgical tweezers on the other.

"Try not to flinch and yell. If you do, I might as well gag your mouth with a cloth" Wednesday then started to stitch Y/N up, knowing that even Y/N can heal herself, this slash is bigger and deeper. Y/N bites her arm to muffle the groans that she was letting out.

As Wednesday closes up the wound, she looks up at Y/N, now with her eyes closed, steady breathing, and a tear stained face. Wednesday checks Y/N's pulse, and getting a heart attack for a second because she only feels a weak heartbeat then realizing that Y/N is a vampire, of course she have a weak pulse.

Wednesday then cursed herself and thinks, why is she acting like a fool in front of this foolish vampire who almost got herself killed. Of course Wednesday knows that the black colored roses, the boxes of dark chocolates, and the miniatures come from the vampire.

It was a lame gesture and a cliché way to show affection, but it doesn't mean that Wednesday didn't like it. It also doesn't help that it came from Y/N, the vampire that is an achiever in all of her classes that she rivals with, but acts so foolish and brainless when it's just the two of them.

Hours have passed, Wednesday is seating in front of her typewriter, continuing the chapter that she left unfished when she heard a movement from her bed, "Don't move, your stitches will be opened" Wednesday said with a stern voice, not looking at Y/N who goes back on laying.

Y/N's eyes then scanned around the room, this wasn't her first time in here because she got partnered with Enid, but mostly with Wednesday on their projects. And in every time that she got partnered with Wednesday, every braincell of hers that almost know all of the information in the world, will be erased when she looks in Wednesday's eyes, or even if Wednesday is just an arm away from her. She gets so dumb and she be acting like a fool in front of Wednesday, when in fact, she is one of the most brightest student of Nevermore.

Y/N then noticed the empty boxes of chocolate that she gave Wednesday near the trash bin and it made her smile, knowing that Wednesday did eat what she gave her. "What kind of poison did you put on the chocolates? I'm starting to think that I'm getting immune to them" Wednesday stuttered, Y/N then acted clueless "Huh? What do yo mean? I don't even know that brand" and chuckles.

Wednesday then stood up and went closer to Y/N and said, "Stop lying, I know you're the one that's leaving the roses, the chocolates, and the miniatures beside my bag. I'm telling you that it is impressive." With a confused look, Y/N then said "What do you mean poison, Wednesday?"

Wednesday then chuckles "Aren't you trying to kill me? I'm telling you that this poisoned chocolate roulette is a fun way. Now tell me, how many poisoned chocolates do you put inside the box?" Y/N then rolled her eyes, perplexed with Wednesday's view of her gestures.

"Again, Addams, I'm not trying to kill you, okay? The chocolates aren't poisoned. It's not what I'M doing you dumbass" Y/N said trying to sit down from Wednesday's bed. With a smirk Wednesday then answered the vampire "What are you doing then?", challenging the vampire to admit her feelings and to not play around.

"I'm trying to..." Y/N said trying to toy at the loose thread on Wednesday's blanket, "I'm trying to cour-" Y/N got interrupted by an opening door, where Enid is standing, books in front of her.

"Wednesday, a little help?" Enid squeaked out, trying to balance the mountain of books in front of her, Wednesday have no choice but to help her. Putting down the books on her table, Enid then saw Y/N on Wednesday's bed with an annoyed look, then looking at Wednesday scowling at her.

A silence has eaten the room not until Enid said "Oh... I did interrupt something, huh?" With a nervous chuckle, Enid collected her bag and hurries to get out of the room and closed the door.

Waiting for a few minutes, Wednesday then looked at the girl who is sitting on her bed and say, "As you were saying?" with a raised eye brow. Y/N then answered "Never mind that, you were right, I'm trying to kill you."

Wednesday brows met in the middle and she started to clench her fust, because she knows that Y/N will clearly say another thing. Y/N then tries to weakly stand up from Wednesday bed. Nearly falling to the ground, but thankful that Wednesday caught her.

The goth girl sat them on the floor and looks at Y/N's eyes, "Tell me the truth and I'll let you go" Wednesday tells the other girl, Y/N then shakes her head and said "I told you the truth Wednesday, you caught me, I thought that was a foolproof plan and I am wrong."

Wednesday getting annoyed with the other girl said, "You're gonna tell me another thing, Y/N, don't lie to me." Y/N then looked at Wednesday's burning stare, she have no room to run and she was to weak to fight. so with a sigh she tells "'Okay Wednesday, I was doing it to court you, okay? I don't know what else to do, I got so dumb when I'm in front of you and I act like a fool when you are with me. So I can't think of any other way to make you know that I like you and I will die for you, heck, I would even kill for you."

Y/N ended her statement looking at Wednesday's eye. A few beats of silence have passed and a smile grew from Wednesday's lips.

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A/N: Hope you like this! Thank you for the support! Comments are appreciated, I wanna know what you think. Also, I do not ignore your comments, I just forget to reply, I would get to them soon.

[sleepingdeath-light]

dance with the devil ; 18+

requested by ; nobody (sweet seduction rewrite)

word count ; 2554

content ; one night stand, wet dream, unprotected sex

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; sebastian michaelis x female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

It took you quite a few moments to realise what had happened to you, half-asleep mind and bleary eyes struggling to catch up with reality as you slowly — ever so slowly — woke up. The first thing your dulled senses registered was the smooth, almost slippery, surface of the material you were laying in, layer after layer of the rich feeling material sliding under and over your body, a silky cocoon that should have been alarming in how cool it was to the touch. Then, when you stretched out one of your legs, you half consciously realised that there was barely any fabric over your private parts, the only barrier between your sex and the sheets beneath you being a thin and flimsy layer of what felt a bit like lace. Finally, when you sighed and rolled over onto your back, you began to pick up a scent that you knew had no business being in a bedroom — saffron.

That caught your attention, causing you to sit straight up as your sleep-blurred eyes darted around your distinctly unfamiliar environment: to the four strong, black quartz pillars that seemed to extend upwards into an endlessly murky dark sky; to the four intricately carved ebony posters that dotted the corners of your queen sized bed, itself covered in sheets of crimson and obscured behind half pulled-back translucent red curtains; to the lone, stone archway that faced the very end of your bed and the two glowing pinkish eyes that peered menacingly out from it.

With no idea where you were or how you got there, all you could do was freeze and pray to whatever higher beings you could think of that this was all just some vivid nightmare — or a well executed prank by a friend. But that small crumb of hope was quickly dashed when the figure spoke up in a deep, smooth tone that sounded somewhere between familiar and wrong. So perfect it was inhuman.

'Well, my lady,' the creature began, those eyes narrowing into slits as it stared at you from the shadows, 'I must admit that your interest in my last contract is most flattering. Your efforts and your results are incredible... for a mortal, at least,'

'Who are you?' You just about managed to spit out, your voice lacking the confidence that you'd tried to convey and coming out as something much closer to a squeak or a whisper.

'Perhaps a more appropriate quotation would be "what am I", ' it joked, a rumbling chuckle punctuating its statement before it continued, 'but I suppose I could humour you for your forwardness. We do not have names as you do, we simply go by whatever title we are given by our masters. You have names, we borrow them,'

'Then what are you?'

'I thought I'd made it apparent enough,' it sighed with seeming annoyance before it began to slowly move forwards, it's next words punctuated by the clacking of what sounded like heels, 'were the decorations I chose not a dead give away? Is the endless night above your head not a clear enough sign? What about the red lace you're wearing, did you think that was just coincidental?'

Bit by bit the entity emerged and you felt the blood drain from your face. It was tall, taller than anything you'd ever seen, and yet it felt close to human in height — a paradox only befitting of a creature of its calibre. A swirling cloud of black ink and blacker feathers circled its form, moving both as tranquil as water in a stream and as frantic as dust in a hurricane. Two large wings, their feathers perpetually falling and charred, sprouted from its back and curled around its humanoid torso — which itself was pale and covered in a leather uniform that wouldn't be out of place in a bondage scene. It's legs, long and slender and strong, were covered up to the knee by those heels — dark and leathery and high, making its own naturally towering height even more apparent.

And then there was it's face: pale, flawless skin that was too smooth and soft to be human; thin lips quirked upwards into a mocking smirk whose overwhelming mirth reflected in its cat-like fuchsia irises which regarded you with curiosity; a sharp jawline framed by straight black bangs and hair that looked too soft for its nature. Human features stapled together to form something decidedly not.

'A demon,'

'Well done, my lady. Though with your incessant prodding into my past I had assumed you'd have caught on quicker,' it gave a faux pout before chuckling again and approaching the bed, answering each of your questions cryptically as your mind raced to piece together the puzzle laid out before you.

'Your past? I've never seen you before,'

'Correct, you haven't seen me until now,'

'I don't study demonology or theology, I'm a historian!'

'Indeed you are, my lady,'

Then, just as the toes of his boots tapped the edge of the bed-frame you realised what he'd meant and blurted out the name he had 'borrowed'. The name you'd been looking into just a few hours earlier.

'Sebastian Michaelis,'

The demon smirked and reached out to grab your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles.

'At your service, madam,'

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‘You’re a demon?’ You reiterated, still unsure of what was happening to you.

‘A crow demon specifically, my lady,’

‘And you brought me here for what reason exactly?’

You started to play with the sheet beneath you, fingering the hem whilst you anxiously awaited his response, breath catching in your throat when he finally spoke.

‘To reward you for your determination,’ he tilted his head and leaned forwards on his hands, now half on the bed in front of you, ‘After all you wanted to learn about me, did you not?’

You paused for the briefest of moments before giving a small nod, not quite trusting yourself to respond.

‘There are things that textbooks and letters won’t teach you — surely you of all humans must understand that basic principle?’ Another nod and you swore his eyes flashed that pinkish colour again, ‘Then consider this me filling in some gaps. If you’d like me to, at least?’

Finally having found your voice you managed to croak out a quiet question. ‘And what would that entail exactly?’

He raised his eyebrow and looked between you and your bed before he spoke. ‘Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you?’

‘And if I don’t want to?’

‘Then I send you back,’ he offered nonchalantly, ‘I’m not forcing you to be here, I’m merely offering to expand your knowledge of myself, that is all,’

And after taking a minute to consider, you finally came to a decision.

‘I… I think I’d like to stay,’

After all, opportunities like this were rare to come by, and you were hardly going to turn him down. Not when he looked like that.

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In a fraction of a second, Sebastian had scaled the bed and was on top of you — pouncing the moment he was able like a wild animal faced with fresh prey. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he had crashed his lips to yours, burying his fingers (claws?) in your hair to hold you still whilst you moaned and gasped in shock against his lips — groaning when you felt him press his hips harshly down against your own and felt the full size of his bulge.

He was massive, far larger than any you’d taken before. But you hadn’t the time to consider it as your mind was soon preoccupied by the heat and passion of the kiss as well as the faint stinging of him occasionally pulling your hair in his efforts to keep you in place. Only willingly pulling away when you started to feel your lungs burning for air and roughly pushed on his shoulder.

Even then it was a slow and minute movement. Barely noticeable but just enough to let you breathe whilst he took in your messed up appearance, dark eyes glinting with a sinful mixture of pride and lust.

After he parted the kiss, there was only a thin string of saliva connecting your open mouths that soon broke when he suddenly reached up and began to play with your chest. Smirking down at you whilst he groped the meat of one breast and chuckling when he started to roll and pinch your nipple and you started gasping and arching your back up into your touch. And once he was satisfied with how much attention he’d given it, he repeated the process with the other.

Alternating between right and left whilst teasing you with sly remarks that had your skin heating and your core throbbing with need.

‘You feel amazing,’

‘A perfect fit, it was like you were made to be used,’

‘Oh yes, keep making that sound,’

‘Keep on moaning like a whore and I’ll treat you like one,’

‘Eager, are we, kitten?’

After a few minutes of this, however, the demon seemed to grow tired of it and abruptly stopped and moved to tear your thin panties off of your body. Quick enough to startle you into silence as he spread your legs further apart and settled himself comfortably whilst pressing the tip of his thick cock just against your soaking wet entrance.

Then he paused for a moment, not pushing it in and instead just slowly sliding his length along your slit. Gathering more and more of your slick with each go around and taking more and more of your patience with it until you finally snapped with a huff and a glare.

'Oh for God's sake just fuck me already!'

Your outburst made him chuckle darkly to himself, looking down at you with mirth before promptly complying with a simple 'as you wish' being his only warning.

Sebastian entered you in a single fluid movement, filling you to the brim and beyond, not giving you even a second to adjust before he started to thrust into your soaking wet cunt. His pace was fast and rough, merciless and unrelenting as he pounded into you — long, thick cock bullying into your pussy in such a way that it had your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream of overstimulation.

It was all so much, and it only compounded when his large hands pushed your legs back up towards your body, practically folding you in half in the process. Your new position allowed him to reach even deeper into your pussy and every minute movement sent new waves of white hot pleasure racing through your veins.

The room was filled with a veritable cacophony of the lewdest sounds possible: the wet slapping of skin against skin as he thrusted into your dripping wet cunt, the low echoing grunts and growls that spilled from his lips and caused the room around you to tremble, the moans and screams that escaped you as he continued to ravage and use you. It was booming and overwhelming but in the state you were in you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Especially not when he reached down with his free hand and started to play with your neglected clit in time with his thrusts. Circling, rubbing and flicking the bundle of nerves whilst continuing to rock his hips inhumanly fast against your own.

A delicious cocktail of sensation that was rapidly bringing you closer and closer to your release. Brought closer with every thrust and flick and grunt and phrase you couldn’t understand solely because it was coming from him — and at this rate you knew you wouldn’t last.

And, indeed, with the combination of his cock filling you and his skilful fingers toying with your sensitive clit, it didn't take much longer for you to fall helplessly over the edge of climax. Completely, deliciously, at his mercy as he relentlessly pounded into your pussy, abusing your g-spot with the same relentless precision that he used to rub and circle your clit in just the right way to have your mind going completely and helplessly blank.

Your vision erupted into a blurry mosaic of watercolour reds and blacks broken up by spots of pure white. Your body was being wracked with wave after wave of intense pleasure that had you arching into him and trembling in place as your waist and thighs started to ache. Your mouth fell open into a perfectly slutty 'o' as a string of whorish moans and groans and expletives spilled from your lips, each one earning rougher treatment and more degrading dirty talk from the man above you that you were in no state to even register.

Your mind was blank and yet you were only able to think of him: his cock, his fingers, his lips, his voice. Just everything about him.

And Sebastian, as if able to read your thoughts (which he may very well have done), smirked and leaned down just enough to bring you into a passionate kiss as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Leaving you helplessly overstimulated and yet wanting nothing more than more of what he could give you.

More. More. More.

————

You woke up with a start, sitting straight up and looking at your surroundings with sleep-blurred eyes. Mind still catching up and trying to comprehend where and when you were as you reeled from the intensity of your orgasm. Then you shifted your leg slightly and felt the pool of wetness in your panties and came to once more.

You were back in your home office, exactly where you were when you fell asleep. Still in your work clothes with piles upon piles of books and papers and notes scattered haphazardly across the surface — one of which was unfortunately dampened at one corner from where you'd drooled on it in your sleep. Lovely.

It was rare for you to have such lucid dreams and part of you was disappointed that it was just a figment of your imagination. Apparently reading about long dead butlers would make them pop into your unconscious mind as a sexy demon, who knew.

With that humorous realisation, you made quick work of reorganising the bomb site that was your desk. Neatly stacking your books and filing each bit of paperwork away with a system you'd devised at the start of your project. But then you caught sight of something that most certainly hadn't been there before; a small piece of parchment adorned with the most beautiful cursive you'd ever seen.

'Dear human,

Your determination and tenacity in your attempts to research the tragedies that befell the Phantomhive lineage are highly admirable. The efforts you made to check and confirm your sources are something that other mortals should strive to emulate.

Though your flexibility and stamina would be hard to match, kitten, both in your work and in other areas — for which I should hope I am the only witness.

We'll speak again tonight, we have much to discuss.

* also it was Michaelis, not Micheals, darling'

You scoffed at the correction before smiling to yourself and carefully folding the paper once, then twice, and putting it in your breast pocket. That was one you were going to keep.

Maybe it wasn't just a dream after all.

[b1ackoutartist]

Chicken

The night was cool and the sky above was a tapestry of stars. Natasha and Y/N lay side by side on the grass in a secluded corner of the park, a sense of tranquility surrounding them. They had shared a bottle of wine, and the gentle buzz added a layer of openness to their conversation.

Y/N turned her head to look at Natasha, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "You know what I dream about? Living offside, away from the chaos of the city. A house by a lake, maybe with a mini farm. Just a peaceful, quiet place," she shared, her voice soft and wistful.

Natasha turned to face her, propping herself up on one elbow. "Why don't you go for it?" she asked gently.

Y/N sighed, a small frown creasing her forehead. "Carol hates the idea. She can't see herself away from the city life."

There was a moment of silence as Natasha processed this, feeling a twinge of frustration at Carol's inability to see Y/N's needs.

As they lay there, their faces inches apart, the air between them seemed to charge with an unspoken tension. Natasha's gaze flickered to Y/N's lips, and she saw a similar longing in Y/N's eyes.

For a fleeting second, they both leaned in, drawn by a magnetic pull. Their breaths mingled, and Natasha's heart raced, pounding against her ribcage. But just as quickly as the moment came, it passed. They both pulled away simultaneously, a silent agreement to pretend it never happened.

Natasha lay back, staring up at the sky, her heart still racing from the near kiss. She was acutely aware of Y/N's presence beside her, the heat from her body, the sound of her breathing. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a testament to the depth of their bond, yet underscored by a palpable tension of what could have been.The rest of the night passed in a comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts, the memory of their almost-kiss hanging in the air like a delicate, unspoken secret.

---

Natasha pulled up to Yelena's place, honking the horn. Yelena emerged, looking confused.

"Where are we going?" Yelena asked as she hopped into the passenger seat.

"We're borrowing a chicken," Natasha said matter-of-factly, starting the car.

"A chicken? Seriously, Nat? There are better ways to woo someone," Yelena remarked, rolling her eyes.

"It's for Y/N," Natasha said, her tone softening at the mention of Y/N's name.

Yelena sighed, "You know, you could just tell her you've been in love with her for years."

Natasha glanced at her sister and flipped her off playfully. "Just help me with this, okay?"

As they approached the farm, Yelena couldn't help but tease her sister. "You do realize that stealing a chicken is not exactly a grand romantic gesture, right?"

"It's not about the chicken, Yelena. It's about making Y/N's dream a little more real," Natasha explained, her eyes focused on the road.

Yelena shook her head, smiling at her sister's stubbornness. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm not calling Melina to bail us out again. Last time was embarrassing enough."

Natasha chuckled, "Deal. But we won't get caught. You forget who you're with."

They arrived at the farm under the cover of darkness. The mission was simple: sneak in, grab a chicken, and sneak out. But with Yelena's constant commentary, it felt more like a comedy of errors.

"This is ridiculous, Nat. We're like two spies on a mission to save the world, except it's just a chicken," Yelena whispered as they crept towards the chicken coop.

Natasha couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Just follow my lead."

They managed to grab a chicken, though not without a few squawks and a lot of suppressed laughter. As they made their escape, Yelena couldn't resist one last comment.

"Next time you want to impress a girl, maybe stick to flowers and chocolates, okay?"

Natasha just smiled, holding the chicken carefully. "This is perfect for Y/N. You'll see."

They drove back with their feathery cargo, both sisters unable to shake the feeling of another absurd but memorable adventure added to their list.

---

The morning sun was barely up when Natasha arrived at Y/N's apartment. She knew Carol had bailed on Y/N again last night, choosing to get drunk with friends instead.

Natasha knocked firmly on the door, a mix of concern and excitement in her heart.Y/N opened the door, rubbing her eyes, her hair tousled from sleep. She looked adorably disheveled, and Natasha's heart skipped a beat.

"Nat? What are you doing here so early?" Y/N mumbled, still half-asleep.

Natasha grinned. "Morning, sleepyhead. Get ready; we're going out."

Y/N groaned, "Nat, it's too early. Come back later," she said, turning to close the door.

But Natasha stopped the door with her hand. "Nope, no going back to bed. We have a schedule to keep up with," she said with a determined look.

Y/N sighed, leaning against the door frame. "Nat, I'm really not in the mood..."

Natasha softened her tone. "Y/N, trust me. You're going to want to see this. Please?"

There was a pause as Y/N looked into Natasha's earnest eyes. Finally, she nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Fine, give me fifteen minutes."

"Make it ten," Natasha said playfully, stepping back.

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. "Ten minutes, but I need coffee first."

Natasha's grin widened. "Deal. I'll wait here."

As Y/N disappeared to get ready, Natasha felt a flutter of excitement.

---

Natasha drove with a sense of purpose, while Y/N sat beside her, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The cityscape slowly gave way to open roads and green fields.

"Nat, seriously, where are we going?" Y/N asked, a mix of tiredness and curiosity in her voice.

"Just wait and see," Natasha replied, her eyes fixed on the road. Y/N glanced at Natasha, watching her focused expression. Despite her confusion and tiredness, she couldn't help but smile softly at Natasha's determined profile.

After a while, they arrived in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Trees surrounded them, and the sounds of the city were a distant memory.

Y/N looked around, "Nat, why did you wake me up for trees?"

Without a word, Natasha took Y/N's hand and started leading her forward. The anticipation was building, and Natasha could feel her heart racing.

As they neared the lake, Y/N's eyes widened. In front of them was a little fenced area, a small wooden structure resembling a chicken coop, some straw on the ground, a chicken pecking around, and a handmade sign that read "Y/N's Little Farm."

Y/N's gaze moved from the chicken to Natasha and back again. "Nat, is this...?"

Natasha grinned, "Your mini farm by the lake. I remember what you told me that night. You shouldn't let Carol or anyone else stop you from your dreams."

Y/N looked at Natasha, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotions. The gesture, so thoughtful and so aligned with her deepest desires, struck a chord in her heart.

"Nat, this is... I don't even have words," Y/N's voice trembled slightly.

Natasha stepped closer, her expression softening. "You don't need words, Y/N."

In that moment, something shifted between them. The unspoken feelings, the tension of their near-kiss a week ago, it all came rushing back.Without thinking, Y/N leaned in and kissed Natasha.

It was a kiss filled with gratitude, realization, and a budding love that had been there all along, waiting for the right moment.

As they pulled apart, Natasha looked into Y/N's eyes, seeing a reflection of her own feelings. "I just want you to be happy, Y/N," she whispered.

Y/N squeezed Natasha's hand, her heart full. "Thank you"

[noonmutter]

Reparation

DWC August 2024

Day 1: Melee/Tournament

Why he'd chosen to perform at the Tournament of Ages, of all things, particularly for the very first time, Leon was never going to be able to explain. He could come up with a dozen reasons that would've made sense, but at his core, he really had no idea. It had been terrifying for him, and heart-wrenching for him and everyone else involved.

Especially Celedyn.

So much so that Leon had prepared for it well in advance of the show. Keeping the secret to himself had been almost too much in the face of what he was asking Celedyn to do for him, but he'd offered him a dozen outs in their months of practice, and Celedyn had brushed them all aside.

It'd taken a large amount of gold, though he suspected his sister-in-law and their mutual friend had both undercharged him, given what he'd asked them for, and he would've paid whatever they'd asked regardless. Still, both his closest mage friends had also agreed, and they'd also brushed aside any offers of more payment or to take the difficult, time-consuming task to someone else.

They even had it ready for him a week in advance, which was great, but mostly meant he fretted about breaking it the whole time on top of all the other things he was fretting about.

And then immediately after the performance, he was in such a state of babbling idiocy he barely got the words "brought you a present" out for his friend and performance partner and confidante and a dozen other things. It took them both a fair while to walk it off enough to be able to hold a meaningful conversation, but they did eventually find a private corner off in the snow for Leon to try again.

"I, um." He sniffed a bit, rubbing at his nose and then taking off his glove. A very definite ignore-this-noise clearing of the throat preceded him reaching into that gorgeous coat of his. "I mentioned a present."

"I'm not really worried about gifts right now, Leon. Just... a little time with you? I know the festival keeps you busy..." The very idea of being apart from Leon after what they'd spent months building up to caused Celedyn's very soul to wrench, nevermind his heart. He ached for even a few minutes, if that was all he could manage he would take it and treasure it.

"No, this's...heh. Jus' watch," all but tumbled from Leon's mouth as he withdrew a softball-sized grey orb, absolutely covered in hair-thin etchings of runework. He rotated it a few times in his hand, squinting, before he finally realized he was still wearing the stupid eyepatch and huffed a weak laugh before removing it. With that nuisance gone, he was able to find the spots he needed, setting all five fingers on the orb at those specific points.

Celedyn furrowed his brows, looking the orb over. He knew the basics of magic, but nothing heavily advanced. He could only try to puzzle out the order of the runes he knew. About the point he'd worked out what was either a rune for 'time,' or a rune for 'home,' or possibly 'tranquility,' but that one was REALLY overlapped with a bunch of others so it was hard to say, the linework glowed a distinctly arcane purple.

Leon smiled up at him. "You wanted time, yeah?"

"I... Yes. Love, it's beautiful but I'm afraid I'm not... sure what it is?"

Leon held the orb out at arms' length and murmured, "A bit o' borrowed time." A golden line drew itself in the air, down to the snowy ground, and then erupted into the distinct sandy swirl of bronze magic, though the edges of the portal crackled with the distinctive glow of arcane energy.

He held out his free hand to Celedyn, nodding toward the portal with a soft smile. "If any bronzes 'appen t' come sniffin' about... you never saw this. Mm?"

Celedyn didn't hestitate to trust Leon, setting his hand gently in the other's. "I'm very good with keeping secrets."

Stepping through the sands of time would never not be disorienting; that's just how things are when one intentionally violates the most strict--and yet most malleable--of natural orders. The spell within that orb was a blend of both arcane and draconic, though; they were buffeted by billions of tiny granules, but it wasn't an assault, merely an oddly gentle caress not unlike soft hair passing over bare skin. When they set foot on solid ground again, it was in the center of a grand foyer, carpeted in rich royal purple and greeting them with two sweeping, curved stairways up to a loft with no doubt opulent rooms in both directions, and to judge by the echo of their footsteps, in rather large numbers.

Celedyn blinked at the sudden cavernousness of the place, eyes flitting over the opulent halls. “I’m… I’m not sure where we are, darling… when we are?”

Before Leon had the chance to answer, smartly-dressed staff with oddly nondescript faces emerged into the foyer. They looked completely normal, but so aggressively so that it was easy to forget what they looked like as soon as they left line of sight. Their voices were just the same; the request to take Leon's coat and both their shoes were audible, definitely, but it would be impossible later on the place any meaningful attribute to the speaker.

The high elf tried to scour his memory of some great castle that may have existed in that place in the past, but it didn’t fit. “… is this a pocket?”

"Pocket's a good word." Leon murmured a soft thanks to the servant, even though he had no idea who they were. It wouldn't be Leon if he didn't.

"We're still in th' present. Prolly more so than th' people on th' other side o' th' portal, if y' get technical... I'm not sure 'ow it works, fully. But," he took off his gloves and passed them to another servant with another thanks, then looked up at Celedyn again, now down to the simple soft white doublet and formal trousers he'd worn under his costume. "We've eight hours. They've thirty minutes."

It took Celedyn a few moments for the realization to fully sink in, furrowed brow suddenly lifting, his ears perking in tandem. “Eight hours together?”

He was putting the idea of it together, his mind changing tracks as the hope to carve out a few moments with the Gilnean suddenly became a whole swathe of time. Little by little his gloved hands tightened their grip on Leon’s shirt at the thought of it.

"If you kin stomach th' notion." For a wonder, Leon didn't seem the least bit worried that was actually the case, offering him a soft, private little smile and reaching up to set one hand over Celedyn's clinging ones.

"Only you, me, an' this enormous mansion, with its polite an' out o' th' way servants, endless food, enormous baths, an' even more enormous beds."

After a very deliberate pause, Leon added, "You deserve my undivided attention."

“I— Mnh. You’re wonderful to me, kitten--” One arm slipped around Leon to draw him close as the other touched his fingertips below the Gilnean’s jaw, unable to risk even the immensely small possibility that their lips may not meet as he kissed the other man. There wasn’t heat in it, wasn’t seduction, there was instead an intense longing need to connect, as if he would pour himself into Leon if it were possible.

He didn't have a chance to answer before he found himself drowning, and embracing it, he let one hand settle at Celedyn's hip while the other came up to cradle his cheek. Leon met that intensity one for one, closing his eyes and pushing out a fresh set of tears from the sheer relief of it. When they both finally came up for air, it was only just, as Celedyn wasn't the only one that desperately wanted to keep every little touch at once and for all time. "You're wonderful t' me, even when I'm terribly cruel t' you, diva."

He stayed near even as Leon spoke, nosing at his cheekbone, close enough that just the right sound might brush his lips. Celedyn gave a soft groan at the other man’s words, hands sliding up his back as though there was a way to push him closer. “I don’t mean it when I say it, my love. You’ve never felt cruel to me a day in my life. I utterly and completely adore you, the sight of you pulls on my heart and all I want is to be closer.”

That close, Celedyn could easily hear every little hitch and tremor to the man's breath. He was still terribly raw, emotionally and vocally, and he probably would be for ages. Unable to resist, he placed a few short, shallow kisses at the elf's chin, cheek, forehead and neck. "...Fer once, it's easy t' hear tha' an believe it without hesitation. I've never 'eard you call me love this many times b'fore…it still leaves me as warm as the first time." His thumb brushed gently under one puffy eye. "T' me…you're home."

Celedyn tipped his head just enough to kiss the pad of Leon’s thumb, then pressed another to his lips, before closing the miniscule gap once more. “It’s the best word for it. This language doesn’t have enough ways for me to tell you how very much you mean to me, how deeply you hold a place in my heart.” He said the word love again, in Gilnean, in Dwarvish, Darnassian, Zandali, Orcish, Thalassian, pressing kisses into his skin each time. “You mean so much to me, my love, and you were so beautiful tonight… you are so beautiful tonight.”

Leon's mouth twitched up at the corners as Cele traveled the world to profess his love, and he broke with a rough huff of soft laughter when he finished speaking. It sounded both utterly alien and completely natural, somehow, when he answered in Old Gilnean, "Tha gaol agam ort le m' uile anam." With a hard sniff, he nuzzled along Celedyn's cheek, eternally fond of the sensation of his stubble rasping along the elf's smooth skin.

Finally lifting his hand away from Celedyn’s hip, he found one of the other's hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, both reassurance and claim, then lifted it till they both felt the weathered leather strap at his neck. "…whether you ever let me place you 'ere or not…this is where you belong."

Elegant elven fingers rubbed reverently into the sturdy leather that was warm and supple with use. He knew exactly what Leon was saying with the gesture, and his fingers slipped beneath the collar, holding it as he drew the other man into another kiss. “You’ll always hold a place in my heart, Leon. And you know that I mean it. You know I mean every word of it.”

Celedyn was one of precious few people that Leon would even allow to do that with his collar, and it could never be more obvious why than in moments like these. Leon blinked away another set of tears, just a little bit annoyed that they kept coming because it kept ruining his view, and placed a delicate peck on Celedyn's lips to murmur against them. "I want you. T' be with you, t' see you, t' smell you, t' hear you, t' touch you, t' taste you, t' know you utterly, fer as long as th' stars align t' let it be so. Forever an' eternally, you 'ave me."

Those words were everything he wanted to hear, to be desired by someone he loved so deeply, to have his own need mirrored in one that loved him back. He pressed a kiss to the other’s lips and stooped to collect one of Leon’s thighs onto his hip. He wanted their heights matched as he picked the other man up, held him close and carried him to a very conveniently sized console table, as though the space itself were reacting to his wants.

A little surprised but hardly upset by the sudden added height and the placement of Celedyn's hands, Leon immediately brought his arms up to drape from the taller man's neck and settled comfortably into being carried.

Once he was safely sat down, they both moved naturally to press their foreheads together.

“And you have me, my love. I want you to have me and I give myself to you freely, you have my heart until the stars fall from the sky and I carry you beyond them.”

"You are mine... an' I am yours."

“Forever, darling.” Celedyn's voice had the tone of one stating it as fact, no pleading or asking for reassurance; he simply knew the words were true. “On this plane or any other, we belong to each other.” Another kiss, soft and warm, carrying a need without heat, the simple pull to be together with his lover. “You were so beautiful tonight, I am so unspeakably proud of you.”

"I--" Somehow, Leon still found a way to feel embarrassed, even in the sole company of one he knew and trusted completely not to judge him any way except the way he deserved. He went rather ruddy as he tried and failed to pretend he wasn't, both hands sliding up into Celedyn's hair to neither pull nor restrain, merely cling to like a lifeline. "I feel safe with you. Safe enough t'be... t' feel proud o' wot you inspire me t' do."

One elven hand squeezed itself between their bodies, gloves aiding him in slipping in where he wouldn’t allow any space. He pressed his palm to Leon’s heart, feeling his pulse. “The way you bore yourself, let all those people see a part of you and recognize it in themselves. You’re amazing my love, and so utterly brave.”

Leon couldn't help another soft, amused little huff at how silly they were, needing to touch and needing to cling and doing as much as possible to make sure both happened at the same time, even to the point they made it hard to move. He wasn't at all interested in stopping it, but he could still giggle about it in his head.

He indulged his beloved and himself, taking a slow, deep, centering breath that let Celedyn more clearly feel the thud of his heart as he looked into his eyes. His own sparked almost constantly with the tiny, purple arcs of Ardenweald's light across the whites of them, and he utterly refused to blink. "Only because you stood with me."

His own eyes met Leon’s, cyan as a clear sky reflected from the seaside before sinking into the sudden depths of his pupil, all of it carrying the glow of magic, an addiction that he could never truly shake, but lived alongside. “And that makes me all the prouder, that I can bolster you.”

There was a long silence punctuated only by their fluttery, on-the-verge-of-another-sobbing-fit breaths where Leon seemed perfectly content to simply stare into those eyes until time stopped. He might very well have been; it seemed like the sort of thing he'd say in moments like this. But instead, he offered a very timid, "Can I make a potentially disastrous request?"

"Absolutely."

"I want nothin' so badly as t' never see gray hair out o' th' corner o' my eye again."

"Unfortunately," He squeezed his own hand inbetween them to grip Celedyn's, "We'll 'ave t' get up t' get t' th' baths."

A laugh cracked out of him at that, startling even himself at the sudden sound. He smiled and stepped back enough to give Leon room to get down. “That or I simply whisk you away to it. Does this place have hair dye? I suppose it would, it seems to have most else…”

Though it took them a few more minutes of trading flirtations and adulations, they did eventually make it to the baths...

( @daily-writing-challenge @celedyn @shedwyn @janosis hey look guys it's that thing you made for him )

[himasgod]

Venti x Reader

Where you and the bard sing at night and dance under the stars

The night in Mondstadt was in full swing, with the stars twinkling over the city and the cool autumn breeze blowing through its streets. You decided to take a walk to clear your mind, enjoying the tranquility that the night offered after a long day of work. However, your plan to relax in silence was interrupted when you heard a familiar laugh echoing in the distance.

Not far away, you found Venti, Mondstadt's most mischievous bard, sitting on the edge of the fountain. His signature lyre rested on his legs as he hummed a cheerful tune. Upon seeing you, his eyes sparkled with overflowing enthusiasm.

“Oh, if she isn't my favorite midnight companion!” he exclaimed, raising a glass of wine that he seemed to have gotten from… who knows where?

“Venti, are you stealing wine from Diluc again?” you asked with a smile, crossing your arms.

“Not at all, I got it legally this time!” he protested, bringing his hand to his chest in a theatrical gesture of offense. “Let’s just say I just… ‘borrowed’ it from the Angel's Share when he wasn’t looking.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh. Venti had a unique way of making you smile, even at the most unexpected times. You walked over and sat next to him on the edge of the fountain. The night was cool, but his presence, as always, made it feel warmer.

“And what are you doing here alone?” you asked as you took a sip of the wine he offered you, hoping it wasn’t too strong.

“Ah, just enjoying the night air and thinking of new songs,” he replied, looking up at the stars with a dreamy expression.

“The night is the perfect muse, you know? When everyone is asleep, it’s like the wind whispers secrets to me that I then turn into melodies.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm, always so full of life. A few moments passed in comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the splashing of water in the fountain and the rustling of the night breeze. Then, Venti turned to you with a look you recognized all too well: the mischievous look of someone who was up to something.

“I have an idea,” he said, his green eyes sparkling. “How about we have a competition?”

“A competition?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. With Venti, that could mean anything from a song contest to trying to climb the cathedral without Jean catching you.

“Exactly! Let’s see who can improvise the best song about… hmmm…” Venti paused, bringing a finger to his chin as if he were deep in thought, “… about Mondstadt wine!”

“Really?” you laughed, knowing it was impossible to beat him at something like that. But seeing his excited expression, you decided to play his game. “Okay, but don’t complain if I beat you.”

Venti’s eyes lit up even more if that was even possible, and he quickly began strumming his lyre, singing a lively tune that seemed to echo throughout the square. With his clear, melodious voice, he began singing some improvised lyrics:

“Oh, Mondstadt, land of liberty, where wine flows endlessly. In the Angel's Share, laughter and song, though Diluc never invites us along.”

You laughed out loud as Venti continued singing, making up increasingly ridiculous verses about how he “kidnapped” barrels of wine from under the nose of the poor tavern owner. When he finally finished, he looked at you with a smug smile.

“Well, your turn, song partner,” he encouraged, gently nudging you with his elbow.

You took a deep breath, trying to remember the few verses you had improvised in your head. You cleared your throat and, with a smile, began to sing:

"Beneath Mondstadt's starry sky, I met a bard, a little wild, oh my! With wine in hand and a mischievous grin, no one more charming… or more sly within."

Venti let out a merry laugh, clapping his hands together in applause.

"Bravísimo!" he exclaimed, leaning towards you with a smile that could rival the brightness of the moon. "Though I must say that your last line slanders me a little, my dear lady."

"Oh yeah?" you joked, gently pushing him away. "I don't know what to tell you, Venti, the one with a reputation for being a trickster is usually…"

Before you could finish, he jumped up and extended a hand towards you, with that inexhaustible energy he always seemed to have.

"Come on, come on, the night is still young. Let's dance under the stars!"

He said, not waiting for your response before pulling you towards the center of the square.

Under the moonlight and to the beat of a melody he himself improvised, you danced together, not caring about who might be watching or what others would think. It was a moment of pure freedom, the kind of moment only Venti could create.

As you twirled under the starry sky, you realized that it didn't matter if you would ever figure out all of his secrets.

The only thing that mattered was that you would be able to dance with him under the night.

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[sp00kygoddessxx]

⭑Stolen Clothing⭑

Albuquerque's sun had begun its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the city. You and Lalo Salamanca found yourselves at Lalo's spacious and elegantly decorated home, a rare moment of respite from the chaos and danger that often defined his life as a member of the Salamanca drug cartel.

As you relaxed on the plush sofa in the living room, the soft hum of Mexican music filled the air, creating a soothing atmosphere. Lalo, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers, had excused himself to the bedroom, leaving you alone to enjoy the tranquility of the evening.

The temptation had been too great to resist. Lalo's wardrobe held a certain allure—a mix of impeccable style and rugged masculinity that had always fascinated you. So, when the opportunity presented itself, you couldn't help but sneak into his bedroom and borrow one of his shirts.

You stood before the mirror, examining your reflection in Lalo's shirt. The fabric was cool and silky against your skin, and the scent of his cologne clung to it, enveloping you in his intoxicating fragrance. The shirt was slightly oversized, draping over your frame in a way that felt both comfortable and alluring.

As you gazed at yourself in the mirror, a mischievous smile tugged at your lips. It was a small act of rebellion, a way to connect with Lalo on a deeper level, even when he wasn't in the room. The idea of wearing his clothes had always held a certain allure, and now, you reveled in the sensation of being wrapped in his presence.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't hear Lalo's approach until he was standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of surprise and appreciation. His shirt, which had seemed so large and comfortable moments ago, now clung to your form in a way that accentuated your curves, making you appear both vulnerable and enticing.

A slow, seductive smile spread across Lalo's lips as he took in the sight before him. "Well, well, mi amor," he purred, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I must say, you wear my shirt quite beautifully."

Your cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and desire as you turned to face him. Lalo's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

"I couldn't resist," you admitted, your voice soft and filled with longing. "Your clothes have always held a certain allure for me."

Lalo approached you with deliberate steps, closing the distance between you. His fingers trailed along the hem of the shirt, skimming your thigh in a tantalizing caress. "I have to say, mi amor, you look even better in my clothes than I do."

The intensity of his gaze and the electricity that crackled in the air left you breathless. You reached out, your fingers grazing his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric of his own shirt.

"Maybe it's the person wearing them," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

Lalo's lips crashed onto yours in a searing kiss, his hunger and possessiveness palpable. The world around you faded away as you surrendered to the intensity of his embrace.

When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice a low growl. "You are irresistible, princesa. And seeing you in my clothes drives me wild."

You smiled, feeling a sense of boldness and empowerment. "Then maybe I should wear your clothes more often."

Lalo's response was a deep, throaty laugh that sent vibrations through your body. "I wouldn't complain if you did, mi corazón."

The two of you continued to share stolen moments of intimacy, your connection deepening with each lingering touch and stolen kiss. The evening stretched on, the Mexican music in the background providing the soundtrack to your shared desires.

As the night wore on, you and Lalo found yourselves tangled in a passionate embrace, the stolen shirt now a distant memory as you reveled in the intensity of your connection. In each other's arms, you discovered a new level of intimacy, a depth of love and desire that transcended the boundaries of clothing.

[xxkylarthelonerxx]

hiiiii kylar! guess who has another degenerate manga for you??? it has a rlly cute art style AND it has a good storyline! i think you'll really appreciate this one :D

https://mangatoto.com/title/114881-the-sacrificial-maiden-corrupted-by-coupling-with-an-oni/2111695-ch_1

(clickable link)

... trying to rile me up again? what a naughty anon... but hentai manga always gives me such great ideas on my future with my love, so i always appreciate it.

i guess i'll put some thoughts this inspired here, for my love to see later... <3

while my darling is around the same age as me, imagining them coming to rely on me like the protagonist does on the love interest of the story is something incredible... i just want them to stay safe with me! if i send this to them, maybe they would understand even better what i'm talking about. you just can't trust others!

the dynamic between the two main characters at the start sort of reminds me of how my darling initially thought we were just friends. maybe they didn't know that i liked them back, or were too shy to show it? i had to start calling them my partner and being more obvious about sneaking into their room and borrowing their underwear for them to finally notice... they got so shy when i started touching them more, saying that it felt a bit too close for just a friendly touch... of course i told them it was fine, since we were lovers by that point already, even without an official confession! ... maybe it's a kink of theirs? i don't know, but their reactions are always just so cute. <3

but thinking about the manga more... i want our sex to be more like that, in the future. i want to tell them that i'll be so gentle taking them raw for the first time, only to lose control and fuck them hard. i want them to beg for me to slow down, to stop. only because they're afraid of how much they need me...

i want to tell them that i'll give them one more orgasm... and then continue making them cum over and over until they pass out, and using their body and breeding them while they're still unconscious! so that they feel so happy and full once they awake..!!

and i want my love to tell me they want me to finally, officially make them mine by cumming inside.

i wish i had as much power over my love as the oni does over the mc. like i said with the mating manga from before, i could probably achieve similar results with aphrodisiacs... but now that i'm thinking about it, i might need their muscles to be more relaxed too, so they can't fight against me, just in case they refuse my help with their pent-up lust. maybe altering my tranquilizers to have a lower dosage with a longer effect might work. not that they don't want me to ravage them, but they just get hesitant sometimes...

although, i like that they think that i'm weak sometimes, just because it makes it all the more exciting when i do get to overpower them, (even if it takes more planning)! it would just be so fun to manhandle them like the love interest does with the protagonist! feel their squishy body under my fingers as i pull them further onto me...

so i'll keep planning. i'd prefer to have them movable and on my bed, but i'll tie them up in a chair if i have to, to get them to finally let me breed them.

[havesomehunter]

Hunter in Chimera Squad (3)

⚠️WARNING

It's just an idea of alternating reality

About his behavior in the game.

Hunter has a fake identity in Shrink, and works as a free bounty hunter at the same time.

By the way, he really doesn’t care about what does Shrink aims to do. The only thing he cares about is the working ( to be honest killing) opportunities that Shrink can offer him.

Player can find him in a special investigation mission . At that time, Whisper will enlighten the player that he might be a senior agent of Shrike.

“Capture him! Or we won’t have another chance!”

“He must know something about Nightingale’s death as one of central agents of Shrike.”

Of course you won’t catch him. He will escape at the last, and offer you a business card.

“Graaa! !You people really scared me. I thought you are the 31PD at the first time.”

“Has You XCOM become a kindergarten nowadays? It will become a great joke to mock him.”

“To be honest, whether you people believe it or not, I have a contract with someone to stay away from political assassination. So…”

“Here’s the business card ~ I’ll give you a family discount, don’t worry.”

After that, you may encounter him in your base occasionally as an employable character with an extremely high cost, or in a random battle as a formidable enemy.

(*He’s a real bastard who will ask for the resources that you most need.)

Hunter must appear in each BOSS FIGHT , which means the player must defeat both Hunter and the boss.

Hunter has a slack debuff when as ally, and two elementary armor when as enemy because of his Shrike suit.

When he acts as Chimera Squad’s ally, he will dress in only his casual clothes without any armor.(Because I really like to see him dressed like a college student, and his carefree attitude towards the danger.)

There’s a psionic bar under his health, because most of his abilities require it, and his psionic power is limited “borrowed” from...SOMEONE.

Plus, hunter will Evac instead of Dead when his health is empty, and he will leave a Smoke Grenade before leaving.

“Ouch!!! Have you ever received any education in tactics?! Or you’re intentionally?”

“This won’t get refund. And your strategies are also boring me. ”

“You XCOM still have some good old styles, while I admit I have made a mistake.”

“Ohhh~ I have waited for this for five years , Looking forward to see you next time, XCOM.”

“Closing time~ Help yourself~”

The sign lights on his mask is a reform of Hunter’s sign in XCOM2. And the laughing face is painted by himself with a fluorescent paint.

New Abilities and New Debuffs

• Common abilities

Hunter has four basic skills as a sniper: Fire and Overwatch (by both Darklance and pistol), Grapple, and Squad View

*There’s a decline in aim and crit in short range with the Darklance, but the pistol is on the contrary.

Tracking shot: Before the Hunter engage in the battle, he will aim at three target at the first from out of the map, and shot them in their next turn. Give the target a (medical) bleeding debuff when hit. You’d better find a good cover. (No need for psionic)

*“In case someone needs to hang a picture on their forehead, I’m passionate about helping to make a hole.”

Tranq shot: Tranquilize one target with the pistol in two turns. Hit rate affected by the range. Three turns cooldown.(Need a few psionic)

Shared squad view: Give the whole squad a one-turn squad sight. Has tree turns cooldown. (Need a lot of psionic)

Darklance reload: Darklance has a permanent free reload, and shot without ending your turn.(No need for psionic)

•Ally abilities

Blood sacrifice: Put a few of psionic power in a bullet, which will make the target bleeding when it is hit. One turn cooldown. Player can choose to shot immediately or reserve it, until each of your bullet is changed in to a psionic bullets. However, Darklance will prioritize using psionic bullets.(Need a few psionic)

*Hunter’s pistol is not the Darkclaw anymore, so it can’t use the bleeding bullets.

*Psionic bullets well disappear after reloading.

"Ops.."

Limna’s touch: One use per mission. Consume almost all psionic energy to build an area around the Hunter, which can bring him an ability to shot any enemy into this area ignoring the cover. This area will exist eternally before Hunter moves. And of course you can chose to use your bleeding bullets with a shot range accuracy penalty.(Need a huge amount of psionic)

* "Eliminate all the hu… enemies ! "

•Enemy’s abilities

Torture: Use the Darklance to shot at one agent. Cause a “medical bleeding” debuff when hit it. Give Hunter a recovery when the bleeding agent get damage.(Need a little bit psionic)

*May shot his ally if has a urgent need of recovery.

* "Nurse is coming~ is there anyone needs nursing care? "

Asaru’s lance: One use per mission after it taking a damage, or it will has a three turn cooldown. Aim at one target with the Darklance, and shot in next turn. Ignore the cover ,and make a huge damage. You’d better find a good solution.

*"Cloth your eyes and count to seven."

•Debuffs

Medical bleeding: Three turns. Agents’ bleeding debuff is different from enemies’. It will take a damage when the bleeding unit is being treated instead of a sustained damage.(But can be dispeled by Second Wind)

Bleeding: Target will inflicts a little damage in each three turn, and get damage while they move.

*" You really paint well. Have you considered becoming a artist? Oh... sorry, you are gonna die."

*Targets may have chance to become panic when they are bleeding, no matter agents or enemy.

Slack: Only ally Hunter's debuff. Hunter will get a "Slack" when he engaging a battle as XCOM's ally, untill an agent is getting Bleeding out, or killed an enemy by his own hands. Decline his hit and crit rate.

*"How could you XCOM always cheer up by facing such a group of cowards."

•Specialities

Psionic thirst: Recover psionic power when any unit using a psionic skill.

Bloodhound: Each bleeding unit can increase the chance of dodging.

*"Uh...shuch a familiar smell."

Contract: Hunter will stable the agents who are Bleeding Out, when in a really dangerous situation. No matter which camp he is in.

*“(Tut(Tut(Tut…You are abandoned by your hypocritical friends. What a pathetic~”

“Someone will get angry if you were dead.”

*Hunter will shot your agent as a very low hit rate when the player spends to much time on thinking. No matter which camp he is in.

“Take your time. Let’s make this game more challenging.”

“One two three ~ counting sheep~who is the next?”

[teresiel]

Wynne is next up in Dragon Age as Trainers. I’m aware she’s meant to be younger than she appears in-game, but I think it’s all so much more enjoyable if you’re actually saving the world with a geriatric hero.

I’ve tried to make her look a bit sickly here, to indicate that her vitality is rapidly depleting as her (alleged) borrowed time runs out (I’m of the opinion much of the strength that she loses is purely lost because she believes that’s how her deal with a spirit works, and of course the entity-whos-abilities-are-enforced-by-belief responds in kind).

I wanted to focus upon a team that suggests a proclivity for Pokemon that can aid in her didactic interests as well as her desire to lend a helping hand and a listening ear to otherwise hapless Circle mages. Wynne may be complacent with the Circle, but she isn’t with the rest of the world and intends to assist in the face of the onslaught of suffering that comes with life, even in a modern setting.

Wynne caught Ponyta when she was young. The creature approached her first when she was off on a field trip to learn healing practices. As an adult, Rapidash has been a constant source of reassurance who’s services run the gamut of calming Wynne in the face of horrific fear that she had been possessed, to acting as a stern and elegant back-up to Wynne’s occasionally simpering and not-tough-enough scolding of students.

Lapras was presented to Wynne after she attained scholarship and employment in the Circle. Transit to the Circle is all well and good, but it sets a proper example for students to see their instructor partnering with a pokemon that is iconic for it’s reliability, grace, and kindness (and compels students to feel both awed and reassured, and willing to visit her offices). Little does the wider campus know that Lapras is a big silly who is skittish around the transit with which he’s meant to be working in tandem. Wynne worries for him. :(

Blissey was recruited from the Tranquil and her liberation is currently the farthest Wynne is able to approach and face the dissonance that she feels towards the practise of Tranquility. Blissey much prefers fieldwork and was noted for being idiosyncratically (and disappointedly) cantankerous as she was saddled with working amidst peers who are themselves suffering and are deliberately disallowed service. If she never returns to the Circle, all the better. Blissey is notably the only one of Wynne’s pokemon that Morrigan has befriended.

Dusknoir is my proxy for the Spirit of Faith that empowers Wynne. I figured a pokemon whose description includes “guiding lost spirits home” would be a sufficient analogue to the multitude of manners of achieving/reaching Faith.

Oranguru is a recent addition to Wynne’s team. She met her in the Brecilian Wild’s during a period when she was not brought along with the main team. She’d read gossip online about a “cryptid” in the Wilds and her curiosity got the better of her. She would never admit to such trviality, but will readily enthuse that the partnership speaks for itself; Oranguru and Wynne adore that they match each others’ wits and thrive by throwing ideas off of each other. Oranguru wishes Wynne was willing to be a bit more cutting and authoritative, but she can’t complain too much when she’s willing to play chess with him whenever she asks.

Hattrem is Wynne’s newest team-member. She was initially caught as a Hatenna that was prone to retreating in the face of others’ suffering/others’ causing suffering rather than allowing its emotions to propel it towards the species’ idiosyncratic prickliness. Wynne attempted to coerce Morrigan into caring for the young pokemon, hoping that Morrigan’s experience with the species might lend it some much-needed support. Morrigan dismissed Hatenna rapidly, regarding it a useless creature whose natural empathy was wasted upon it. Wynne tutted in disapproval and tucked Hatenna beside her. The partnership was fortuitous, as Wynne’s reserved manner and balance of emotions proved reassuring and therapeutic for Hatenna. With Wynne’s gradual (often inadvertent) and gentle exposing of Hatenna to emotions, she was eventually proud and brave enough to boldly speak up to Wynne to retort in the face of her destructive self-doubt and evolved in the process.

[lesbianboyfriend]

do not read sea of tranquillity by emily st john mandel. i read it cuz it was next to station eleven on the shelf when i went to borrow it bc i knew station eleven was gonna be good (it was) and was like well i hope her other stuff is good too. revolves around a time travel/simulation theory plot that i found mostly boring and pointless and has an author self insert that if she had written a biographical essay about her experiences as an author mightve been compelling but as a character in a story just came off way too cringey. i haven't read her other books and now idk if i will even tho station eleven was really good cuz sea of tranquillity was not it

hi buttons my love!! this is very funny i have actually already read sea of tranquility! it was a book for my book club i pry would not have picked it up otherwise. there is one quote from it i really liked that i posted on here and is floating around somewhere but i largely agree with you. the whole idea of “it doesn’t matter if it’s a simulation” was presented as this revolutionary concept but i spent the whole book screaming that at the characters like i was like why do you care so much…live your life…i dunno i did find it to be an overall enjoyable if unremarkable read and it was fun to dissect with my book club. i def agree that the one character was definitely a self-insert lol. i’m told sea of tranquility is like a spin-off/continuation of one of her other books? i still need to read station eleven tho!!

[rainyday254]

Cuddles- A Timbern one-shot

Tim was goofy and awkward. He had no idea how to keep hold on his romance with Bernard. It was so much different than any other girl, civilian or not that he dated. It was so much more different than dating a girl. Bernard was different, that was a fact. He hadn't ever dated a theory conspiricist before.

Bernard often caught him off guard. Still, even after six long, happy months of dating he still could make Tim's jaw drop if he wore the right outfit. If his outfit brought out his eyes, Tim was practically swooning, putty at Bernard's feet. His boyfriend didn't seem to care. He laughed at Tim and hugged him tightly, or held his hand. Bernard was magnificent inside and out, so whenever he asked Tim to stay after a long date, he eagerly accepted.

They were celebrating Bernard's twenty first birthday, they went out for some drinks. Now, both were exhausted and as Tim drove, his mind drifted to a time where he'd done something similar.

He had been tranquilized, his eyelids still drooping from his unintentional nap as he drove the Batmobile. He had just woken, his head still swirling, but not enough to stop him from driving. The roads were clear, it was a pretty quiet night. Barely any cars were out, so it made it simple to drive safely, even under the influence of a strong drug.

He pulled into Bernard's driveway, his boyfriend resting his eyes as he pulled in. "Bernard, we're home." Tim uttered. "We're home." He made it sound like they were a married couple. Both of them liked the sound of that. Building a life together was something they both eagerly wanted for the future. Bernard hiccups as he unlocked the car. He needed to sleep like five minutes ago. Bernard unlocked his apartment door and the two walked to his room.

"Tim, there's clothes in my dresser you can borrow." Bernard offered and Tim smiled. "Thanks, Bernard." He pulled out a pair of blue and white plaid pajamas and walked into the bathroom. He got dressed, staring at himself with tired eyes in the mirror. He really needed to sleep more. Dick had already pointed that out to him. His vision was a bit blurred from the alcohol, they really had went hard. He rubbed his eyes, making the blurriness worse as he walked into the dark room. Bernard was already sleeping, he realized. Bernard rolled over at the sudden noise. "Hmm? Tim, c'mere" Bernard's voice slurred and Tim walks forward. Bernard kisses Tim's forehead as he lays on Bernard's chest. "This feels nice, right?" Bernard asked. "Mhm." Tim hummed, and Bernard tucked the blanket over them. "Goodnight, Tim." He nodded. "Night, Bernard." Tim muttered and was cut off by sleep. Bernard shut his eyes again. They cuddled all night and when Tim stirred, Bernard was staring right at him. "Good morning, Tim." He said, greeting him with a sweet kiss. "Good morning." Tim said, grabbing his boyfriend's face and kissing him again.