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paulyenvol6 · 3 days ago

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As Slow As You Need

Marcus Acacius x female reader (OS)

Idea by the wonderful @mrspascalsworld <3

You have just married Marcus Acacius and despite ignoring him for the first few weeks of your marriage you can't help but eventually fall for him...

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, slight possessiveness, shy and inexperienced reader, soft!dom Acacius, caring Acacius, talking you through it, implied age gap (I imagined reader to be in her early 20s and Acacius around 50) angst, slight aftercare, mentions of pain and discomfort, arranged marriage, sort of enemies to lovers

Wordcount: ~10,612

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The bracelet was too tight and painfully cut into your flesh.

That was the first thought that was in your head as you stood in front of Marcus Acacius and you wanted to slam your head against a wall so badly because this was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in your life and instead you were on the verge of crying. Perhaps it would have been the most beautiful moment if it wasn't him.

A part of you just wanted to let the tears flow, break down and make it physically impossible for you to marry him but you couldn't do this to your father. This had been his last wish and every time you cursed this arrangement in your thoughts you remembered your father's tired pleading eyes making it impossible for you refuse his demand.

You had promised that you would marry Acacius and frankly, you hadn't thought about the consequences of it until after your father had been dead. It wasn't just a little kindness so your father could fall asleep peacefully knowing that you would be taken care of, no you were about to spend the rest of your life with Acacius, a man that made a shiver run down your spine every time he laid his eyes on you. There was something so intimidating about him that you feared to be alone with him. He radiated dominance and authority and perhaps even a little danger.

The whole procedure was a fever dream. Your body was separated from your mind, your legs doing what they were supposed to do, carrying you down the aisle by Acacius' side but you didn't feel anything. You were numb, expressionless which almost made you think that the people around you might believe there was something wrong with you but it was the only way to cope with all of this.

Time passed way too quickly for your taste and then the feast in celebration of your wedding was over and Acacius was about to lead you to your bedchambers. The two of you had barely exchanged a word except a 'Thank you' when you handed him a jar of wine or a 'Excuse me for a second' when he went to speak with one of his friends.

You couldn't remember if you had said anything at all to him though. You were a ghost, a lifeless shell that did just what it was supposed to do like smiling at all the congratulations and looking pretty. That was what you would be to Acacius after all. Someone to put his babies inside and be used as a stress relief. And this was what had killed his last wife and now it was your turn to be humiliated and turned into his plaything.

The fact that you were still a virgin didn't exactly calm you either and now was the first time you felt something. It wasn't pleasant; a bitter feeling was creeping up in your belly spreading all throughout your body and making your heart pound fast in your chest. You couldn't tell if Acacius noticed your discomfort and merely didn't care about it but his night was a lot busier than yours as no minute passed in which no one came up to him talking about some matter that you couldn't care about less.

When you felt that the night slowly came to an end you would have liked to stop time or perhaps even reverse it so you could tell your dying father that you loved him more than anything else in the world but you couldn't do him this favor.

You wanted to run out of the building and hide in the stables right next to your villa you had always gone to when you were in trouble or cried about a fight with your siblings. When you were a child you had believed that no one could find you there but this dream had been shattered when your sister had dragged you out of there by your hair when you were 12 after you had broken her favourite doll. It was better than nothing though, you bitterly thought and watched your clenched hands giving away just how tense you were.

Your whole body suddenly twitched when you felt a hand on your bare arm and you turned your head probably looking like you had just seen a ghost.

"My lady," Acacius' deep voice brought you back to the present moment. "I think it is time for us to leave."

'No, it's not,' you wanted to answer, cross your arms in front of your stomach and sit here until the sun would rise in the morrow. Maybe you could sit here until Acacius was even older than now and would be too old to bed you.

"Yes… of course," was what you mumbled instead well aware that this wasn't a proper way to address your new husband in public but honestly, you didn't care. This whole thing couldn't get any worse so why worry about what other people might think about you?

Acacius rose from the chair offering you his big hand which you grabbed and you felt his rough skin against yours. You almost stumbled over your own feet following him but fortunately didn't fall down although it might have been a good way to avoid the inevitable bedding ceremony.

Acacius led you out of the magnificent hall to the corridor and you blindly followed him too focused on breathing and controlling your wobbly knees. Perhaps he noticed your mental and physical state to some extent because he didn't let go off your hand while guiding you up the stairs.

He started talking to you for the first time when you passed the library and a new wave of shock ran through your body at the sound of his voice.

"Did you enjoy the festivities, my lady?" he asked calmly which only made you angrier because you felt pathetic almost clinging to his helping hand while he had never seemed more at peace.

"Yes," you shortly answered staring ahead of you but felt his eyes on your profile.

"That's good to hear."

Then there was silence which would have been unbearable in any other circumstances but not with him tonight. Right now you rather welcomed it because you had a feeling that every movement, twitch or sound escaping Acacius' mouth only unsettled you further. He seemingly was oblivious to what you needed right now because he tilted his head towards the library that you had passed by now and looked at you again.

"Do you enjoy to read? I am most proud of the collection in there."

You slightly nodded still avoiding his gaze and dug the nails of your free hand in your palm just to feel a little bit like yourself. "I do. Yes."

You knew that you were more than impolite and Acacius could have snapped by now but he received your answer with a nod of his head but then remained silent until the two of you arrived in his bedchambers.

It was a comfortable big room that was beautifully lit by countless candles and you would have enjoyed the view if your eyes hadn't fallen upon the big four poster bed that made the center of the room.

Not only were you afraid of the act itself, but more importantly, you didn't want your husband to see you so vulnerable. He would regard your bare and naked body the way you were born, touch your most intimate parts and eventually melt with you and everything inside of you twisted and turned at the thought.

You didn't really know this man but what you knew was that he was evil and vicious, that he was violant and rough on the battlefield and he wouldn't be any different when he was laying with you. You could quite literally smell the danger off him and only had to look into his dark eyes once to know everything you needed to.

The tears collecting in the corner of your eyes were inevitable and you couldn't stop them from escaping either. You didn't care about it; he should see them and maybe if he had any humanity left in him he would feel bad although you were certain that after decades of fighting in bloody and brutal battles one couldn't be moved by a couple of tears running down the face of a stranger.

You felt awkward standing next to Acacius quietly sobbing and when he finally turned to you his eyes remained on your face for way too long. You turned your head away from him covering your eyes with your hand because all of a sudden you chose not to be seen by him which he allowed for a moment before gently, yet firmly pulling you towards the bed by your arm.

Something inside of you shifted, your heart beating loud and your eyes widening in shock because it would finally happen now but your were incapable of speaking up and try to stop him. He pushed you to sit down on the bed your hands instantly wrapping around your own upper body while dropping your gaze to the floor beneath you.

You couldn't see his reaction and what he might be thinking but when you felt a hand on your shoulder a sob escaped your lips and you squeezed your eyes.

"My lady," he cooed softly rubbing your cold skin. "I'm not going to touch you. I promise."

It took you an embarrassingly large amount of time to understand his words but once you did you slowly looked up to him his eyes looking surprisingly warm.

"What?" you breathed, your bottom lip trembling so hard you tried to control it by pressing your lips together.

"I will not touch you. You clearly don't want me to."

His words were still too surreal to accept so the crease between your brows only deepened and you couldn't allow your body to relax just yet.

"B-But I thought we… I thought we have to," you whispered so quietly that you almost didn't hear your own words but Acacius did.

"We don't have to do anything. I'm the General, little one. I think I can decide when I want to bed my wife."

Your big eyes stared at him almost as if you were waiting for him to deliver bad news but Acacius just tilted his head looking pitiful as he took in the mess on your face.

"Do you remain a virgin?" he then asked which was followed by another twitch of your body and your eyes narrowed again.

"Y-Yes," your shivering voice cut through the air questioning why he was asking but your husband just ran his eyes over your face and then sighed.

"Go to sleep. I have a feeling you need it."

Sensing that you didn't react to his words at all, he lifted his eyebrows slightly leaning back and giving you a curious look.

"I will not harm you. I give you my word."

You let out a bitter laugh shaking your head and then hissed out sharply. "How am I supposed to trust you? How do I know the worth of your word?"

Silence. You were about to chuckle again but then Acacius next to you rose to his feet approaching the table nearby.

"You don't. But this is all I can offer you," he said and not sure how to react you nervously toyed with your fingers your sobs slowly quieting down.

"Sleep now," he then repeated while tidying up the table looking unbothered which made the blood in your veins boil. Eventually you complied though, lying down on your back moving as close to the edge as possible so when Acacius joined you you wouldn't touch any part of his body.

He had been kind to you thus far but firstly, he might do so just to take what was rightfully his the next day or the day after and secondly, this didn't change the way you saw him. Maybe he was just old or not in the mood tonight and the picture you had of him couldn't be shifted 180 degrees just because he didn't rape you in your wedding night.

He was the enemy and now you would be bound to him for the rest of your life serving him in the bedroom and spreading your legs for him whenever he wanted you to just so he could get rid of his adrenaline. This wasn't how you had imagined your life at all but it was too late to change anything about it. All you could do was not make it easy for him. Whatever the reason was why he hadn't taken your virginity tonight you wouldn't be on your knees thanking him for it but remain your own person independently living your life.

These were the kinds of thought you fell asleep with. It was a chaotic, restless night shifting from one side to the other waking up every few hours. You didn't know whether it was the new environment or the person next to you but either way, when you woke up the next day you were sweaty and felt not at all well rested.

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The next days passed and you stayed true to your promise bringing as much distance as possible between the two of you at all times. It became your obsession, your purpose to not allow anyone to treat you like Acacius' wife, let alone think of yourself this way.

You have convinced yourself not to believe in your new status as a wife and instead acted as though nothing had changed except your residence. That way you didn't have to deal so much with your role as the general's wife and fled from reality.

At first Acacius granted you this freedom, seemingly satisfied with seeing you at lunch and supper but allowed you to do whatever you wanted the rest of the day. He was gone most of the time anyway so he didn't mind you strolling through the city during the afternoon just as long as a guard or two were with you.

But the quietness didn't last that long and the first time that the two of you really spoke since your wedding night was when Acacius entered your bedchambers one afternoon while you were writing a letter to a friend.

It was his physical state that shocked you and made you stare at him totally forgetting about the paper the ink was dripping onto. He was covered in blood, open wounds clearly visible on his face and arms and it almost felt surreal seeing him walk in here as if nothing was wrong.

Your mouth was open as you waited for him for some kind of explanation which didn't come so you cleared your throat while your husband took off his shoes not even as much as glancing at you.

"Ehm… Are you alright?"

He lifted his gaze running his eyes over you and then shrugged his shoulders. "Yes. Are you?"

"You're hurt," you said quietly ignoring his question and unable to hide the shock in your voice.

It wasn't like you were concerned about his well-being because you couldn't have been farer from feeling attached to this stranger but it was the fact that you hadn't believed that his time on the battlefield caused him to look like this.

"Yes. But it will heal."

With these words Acacius walked to the table you were sitting by and poured himself a cup of wine. Perhaps it was still the surprise mixed with your curious state of mind that made you expectantly tap with your fingers on the wooden table as you confidentaly raised your chin.

"Why haven't you consumated our marriage yet?" you asked a lot more secure than you felt.

You didn't know why you were asking this. You should be glad that the things were the way they were but if you were being honest with yourself it actually was mere curiousity. You had come into this marriage expecting him to use you for sex and to produce heirs and now you were married for a week and he hadn't touched you yet. There had to be a reason.

Acacius chuckled lowly taking a sip from his wine while intensely watching you from over the cup. Then he curled his mouth into a smile.

"Because I had the feeling you don't want me."

You rolled your eyes flaring your nostrils because you grew angry at how he was acting all caring and kind making you believe that your well-being was actually important to him.

"I didn't think you would care," you replied clenching your hands into fists.

"I do. You're my wife. I want to protect you."

"I don't need anyone to protect me," you shouted jumping to your feet and flashing your eyes at him. "I don't need you. I don't need anyone."

Acacius sighed putting the cup back on the table and licked over his lips to remove the remains of the liquid.

"What do you want then? Do you want me to take your virginity or why are you asking me?"

You quickly shook your head and took a step back just in case.

"No. But I… I don't want it but I don't want you to protect me either. I just want you to leave me alone."

Acacius lifted his eyebrows resting his hands on the back of a chair. "I'm your husband."

"This is an arranged marriage," you breathed trying to make yourself look as tall as possible in front of him but didn't stand a chance.

"We should just live our lives the way we want to and mind our own businesses."

He smirked and then pursed his lips as he looked you up and down.

"I might be wrong but I did mind my own business the last couple of days. It was you who came up with this just now."

Of course Acacius was right and you felt your cheeks growing hot at his words desperately trying to come up with an intelligent answer.

"But I don't want anything from you. I don't want you to protect me and I don't want you to harm me. I want you to ignore me."

Your husband sighed looking disappointed like he was talking to a little child and you once again were reminded why you hated this man so much. He was arrogant, self-centered and so smug.

"Good night, my lady," he eventually spoke with his husky voice and made his way over to the bed on which he fell with a groan and turned to his back so his wounds could heal during the night.

The remaining blood glistened in the dim light and it almost made it look black. There was a strange beauty about him laying so peacefully while his face represented a brutal battle field and you couldn't take your eyes off him for a few seconds before approaching the bed as well taking your right side of the bed.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next few weeks passed relatively peacefully and despite cursing yourself for it and trying to convince yourself into believing that it wasn't the case, you started to adjust to this new life as well as to Acacius as your husband.

It took you quite some time but you figured out that he was far from being the person you had thought he was. It happened a lot when he returned from the battlefield. You would wait in your chambers looking him up and down and felt unsettled by the way his body was marked and violated. Perhaps you realized that he was in such great danger every time he stepped outside the villa and that there was a chance that he wouldn't return which seemed to make you see that he wasn't as selfish and arrogant as you had thought he was.

And then there was the fact that he still didn't demand anything of you and let your body untouched for the next weeks as well merely giving you little smiles that you yet didn't return. You just couldn't let show that a small part of you grew to trust him and so you kept up the stubborn facade treating him coolly although you believed that he might have noticed a small change in you.

The longest Acacius was gone was for two weeks and it felt strange to be in the villa without him. Of course you usually avoided his gaze and barely said anything to him when he entered your chambers in the evenings but there was a familiarity to it that you now seemed to miss. It had been your ritual; sitting by the table either writing or reading something and then watching him walk or stumble into the room depending on how much he had drunken.

You had even come to say goodbye to him, letting him kiss your hand and bringing out a quiet "Take care, Acacius. I'll be looking forward to your safe return."

It seemed like your husband wasn't sure whether you had actually meant these words or just said them for custom but either way, it looked like you had figured that you had no choice but to adjust to this new life and had gotten used to having him around you.

But now you spent the nights alone and although you would never admit it, it again took you some time to adapt and there were moments when you wondered if you had been unjust. He wasn't manipulative and vicious after all and sometimes you asked yourself why you had even believed him to be that way.

He was kind to you. Patient and undemanding and had never asked anything of you. It only got worse the next couple of days and when Acacius finally returned you felt something new. It was like things had changed between the two of you and you saw him in a different light as he stepped through the door, his hair messy, his face once again covered in dirt and wounds and his eyes so incredibly tired.

"My lady," he said slightly bowing his head but you didn't listen to him. Instead you smoothly rose to your feet slowly approaching him your eyes fixed on his harmed face.

"Acacius," you whispered seeing his forehead furrow at the unfamiliar softness in your voice.

He clearly hadn't been blind to the way you had started to accept this union and even seemed to tolerate it, by not hardening your face every time you saw him but now your eyes searched for him which was something new.

"I…," you started almost shyly lowering your head.

"What?" he softly asked you craving to run his thumb over your cheek but stopping himself before he would scare you off.

"I want to clean your wounds," you then breathed and Acacius couldn't help himself but smile at your words. Who would have thought that going away for a few days would be enough for you to start trusting him?

He didn't want to spend too much time wondering what had provoked this change in your though and instead finally allowed himself to touch you even though he just did so by briefly brushing over your shoulder.

"Yeah?"

You nodded dropping your gaze feeling both intimidated and reluctant about what you had just asked. But when your husband encouragingly offered you his hand you bit your lip and took it.

"Do you want me to sit down then?" he asked doing his very best to help you, sensing how nervous you were but you determindely shook your head which surprised him.

"You don't want that?" he demanded to know brushing with his thumb over your fingers while you escaped his piercing eyes once more.

"No," you whispered so quietly he had to concentrate really hard on the sound leaving your mouth. "I want to take a bath with you."

To say that Acacius was surprised was an understatement but he couldn't deny the excitement growing within him. Days ago it had looked like you were cursing him by merely observing him and like he was the last person you wanted to see after a long day and now you wanted to show yourself in your most vulnerable state and additionally look after his wounds.

"Whatever you like, my lady," he said taking in how beautiful you looked in the dim light and then offered you his hand once more guiding you to the huge bathtub in the room right next to your bedchambers.

Acacius was just about to start to peel off the layers of his armor but you were faster putting your hands on his broad shoulders staring at him almost as if you were mesmerized. Then you took on the task of undressing your husband and when his breeches were all that covered his body you gave your best not to stare at him but of course he noticed your wide eyes as you regarded his muscular upper body.

There was something so incredibly intimate and close about the scene that you felt your hands starting to shake even though it also might be caused by your nervousness.

Acacius gave you a smile before entering the bathtub leaning his head against the edge and sighing in pleasure clearly giving you the privacy to get rid of your clothes without having to feel his eyes on you.

The truth was that he wanted nothing more than to see and feel you but he wanted you to be in charge of everything that would be happening between the two of you so he closed his eyes hearing the swishing of your clothes and then the next thing he noticed was the water splashing a little.

Acacius opened his eyes a little and looked right into yours as you sat in front of him in the bathtub your eyes on his cuts and wounds again.

"Do they hurt?" you asked your voice barely more than a breath while getting closer to your husband.

"A little," Acacius truthfully answered his eyes following you reaching to a shelf close by to grab a ointment that would soothe the burning pain.

Your pupils were widened when you started to examine the wounds on his face and Acacius couldn't quite recognise whether you were still in awe by how damaged his body looked or scared of him.

He hissed out quietly when the salve made contact with his flesh which instantly made you flinch but Acacius was quick to run his hand over your arm signalising you that you were doing fine.

"It's alright. It's going to help me with the pain."

You nodded reducing the distance between the two of you again and your lips were so close to him now that he wished he could kiss them or at least trace them with his thumb. And then there were your hands that so gently and carefully applied the ointment on his skin that one could confuse you for a life-long and loyal wife instead of a little girl that despised him. There was softness and love in your touch, so much that Acacius closed his eyes giving himself to you and allowed himself to stay in the llusion.

"Acacius?" your voice cut through the air all of a sudden which made him lift his eyelids making out your face in front of him.

"Yes?"

"You are a good warrior, right?" you carefully asked stopping applying the salve for a second to wait for his answer.

"Yes. I'm experienced. I've been doing this for almost 40 years."

You drew your face like you were thinking and then bit your lip.

"But… But there must be a point when one… I mean one can't do this forever, right?"

Acacius chuckled and it was a low and deep, yet friendly sound. "Are you trying to say that I'm old, love?"

You broked into a shy smile as well shrugging your shoulders and then continued to lubricate the little cuts on his neck.

"No," you nevertheless answered your eyes on his neck while Acacius took in the beauty of your face that looked so concentrated right now.

"I'm trying to say that everyone gets old some day. And I'm just asking myself when a warrior stops fighting in battles and retires."

The corner of his mouth lifted again but his smile faded as he felt your knees against the inside of his thighs. You were kneeling between his legs and definitely were too close right now so he cleared his throat trying to collect himself and only then answered you.

"It's his choice. When he decides that he's not able to keep up anymore, he retires."

In addition to the closeness of your body it was also hard not to look up to that little amount of your skin that was exposed. The water covered most of it but the swell of your breasts peaked out and it took everything in him not to stare inappropriately. He could swear that this was harder than any battle he had ever fought in his life and closed his eyes to force himself to breathe properly.

"Acacius?" your soft voice spoke once again and he was absolutely smitten with the way you finally seemed to enjoy his presence and said what was on your mind.

"Yes?"

You stopped your hand movements again chewing on your bottom lip while staring at the water as though it was the most interesting thing you had seen in your entire life.

"I think I want you," you whispered with a surprisingly stable voice and now Acacius was officially speechless lifting his eyebrows and slightly leaning back against the wall of the bathtub.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked after a while caressing your bare shoulder to signalise you to look at him but you still avoided his eyes too embarrassed by your confession.

And yet you nodded which made him break into a smile. Suddenly his hands were on your waist his thumb drawing patterns over your skin as you finally had enough courage to look him in the eyes.

"Let me take care of you then," Acacius whispered his heart pounding loudly in his chest at how you nodded again your hands reaching up to hold on to his broad shoulders. He cupped the side of your face finally feeling the softness of your skin and then gently pulled you towards him to connect your lips.

It was a careful kiss. Like the two of you were getting to know each other and slowly explored the other person. There was nothing demanding or rushed about it; Acacius carefully nibbled at your bottom lip leaving small kisses and when he pulled back your face was flushed and your eyes were glistening with a new adventurousness.

"You want more?" he asked his hands lingering at your cheeks and after an airy "Yes" had escaped your mouth your husband sat up straight in the bathtub his hands at your waist again.

"Let's get you out of here then. The bed is going to be a lot more comfortable."

You followed his movement grabbing the edge of the tub to support you and managed to rise from the slippery ground with Acacius' hand assisting you. You stepped out of it waiting while he followed you but kept your eyes on the floor not wanting to stare too obviously either.

The air was thin now, filled with your louder breathing and the heat your bodies radiated. And still there was such a gentleness in everything he did so that nothing about it felt too fast or intense to you.

Your husband picked up a towel from a shelf which he wrapped around your upper body so carefully that you almost started to pur like a cat. He made sure that you were properly covered and then rested his hands on your shoulders.

"Turn around, love."

His voice was like a curse and a gift at the same time because it embraced you like a warm blanket but seemed to enter your body heating you up from inside and causing your core to throb and pulsate so uncomfortably that you craved to rock yourself against something. Or someone.

You followed his voice like you were hypnotised without even questioning what he was going to do. It was strange because a few weeks ago you had believed that you would never going to be able to trust him and now here you were offering yourself to him in such a vulnerable state.

But all Acacius did was collect your wet hair and then comb through it with your wooden comb. Never would you have thought that his rough hands could do something so precisely and carefully but you found that you could fall asleep to this feeling.

When he was done he turned you around brushing with his thumb over your chin and stole yet another kiss from your lips. You smiled against his lip feeling yourself melt in his arms which scared you to some extent but right now you couldn't bring yourself to fight the urge to give your body and soul to Acacius.

The man you had sworn to marry because you hadn't been able to refuse your dying father's wish. The man you had despised from the moment you had walked down the aisle. The man you had avoided at all costs these past weeks but right now something about it felt right. You were a stubborn and proud person and hated to admit that you had been wrong but perhaps you had been mistaken this time. At least you hoped so because you simply couldn't believe that an evil man's touch could be this tender.

Acacius' hand glided over your arm all the way from your shoulder to your hand and then invited it to lay in his while his eyes had followed the motion.

"Do you want to go to bed?" his voice brought goosebumps to your arms and of course you nodded.

It was all it took him to guide you to the center of the room and once there he turned to you giving you the softest eyes you had ever seen and you wondered if these could actually be the same you had been so scared of in the beginning of your marriage. He took your face in his big hands and you unconsciously snuggled your head against him.

"Let me take care of you, sweetling," he murmured holding you as if you were made of glass and would break at the slightest roughness.

"Yes. I want it. I need you."

You really didn't want to beg him but it felt right to you to show him that you wanted him after having treated him so coolly. Acacius gave you yet another kiss on the corner of your mouth and then pushed you back until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Lay down for me," he spoke, his voice just a slight whisper that brushed over your skin like a light feather.

Mesmerized by his radiating warmth you climbed on the bed resting with your head against the cushion and awaited his next move.

He regarded you lovingly keeping his eyes on you at all times almost as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn't vanish into the air and then took off the towel covering his center that you hadn't even noticed he had wrapped around his body.

By now you couldn't bring yourself to feel ashamed by the way your eyes glanced to his cock gulping at how massive and heavy he looked but your attention was drawn to his beautiful face again when Acacius approached you.

Everything was slow and slight, giving you the time to stop him if need be but you didn't even think about it. You craved to be embraced and loved by him. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, melt with him and become one. You wanted him to whisper things in your ear that that were only meant for you and praise you until you forgot your name.

"You look so pretty, darling," he said and then you saw his face coming closer to yours as he climbed on top of you his hands instantly reaching down to graze over your cheeks.

You smiled, light-heartedly receiving the compliment and spread your legs for him so he could settle in between them. Then he kissed you again your lips feeling beyond swollen by now but he tasted like cinnamon and pepper and so you gladly parted your lips letting him devour your mouth.

His hands were on a mission feeling every naked inch of your skin which mostly was your face and neck and shoulders and finding pleasure in the way Acacius teasingly rubbed over your skin and traced your veins you soon noticed your core yearning for stimulation which led to you buckling up your hips in search for anything he would give you.

Your husband obviously noticed how he enhanced your desire with each stroke and brush and soon kissed his way down your neck until his mouth was on your collarbone.

"You're perfect. The most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes upon."

His words were muffled by the way he pressed his face against your body but you heard them clearly and felt the blood rising in your cheeks. You let yourself go completely concentrating on how his mouth savoured your neck and shoulders until his hands traveled to the hem of the towel that still hid most of your body.

"Can I take this off?" he politely wanted to know and although you didn't hesitate when you nodded with your head you were glad he asked for your permission every time he did something. It made you feel like you were in control of everything that was happening and you could stop him at any point.

Acacius slowly removed the fabric until you were completely bare underneath him and it seemed like he was now too eager not to stare as well. His gaze fell upon your chest and then wandered down to your stomach and your core taking his time to examine you as though he didn't intend to bed you but paint your picture. It intimidated you because no man had ever seen you like this so you nervously clutched the bedsheets keeping your eyes on him to try and read his facial expression.

When he noticed it he let out a quiet chuckle and then grabbed your hands next to your body. You bit your lip as he lifted them up in the air and then pressed kisses alternately to the back of your left and right hand.

"No need to worry, my love," he said soothingly tracing the delicate veins on your wrists with his thumb. "No need to worry about anything. I got you. You're looking so beautiful like this and all you have to do is listen to my voice. I'll take care of the rest."

Acacius dropped your hands again so your arms fell to the side of your body and a shiver ran down your spine seeing how he looked like he was about to eat you alive. Not in a bad way though.

The blood in your veins was quivering, making your mind blank and utterly in awe of the way his mouth curled up at the view before him. He ran his eyes over you again for a brief moment before lowering his face to your collarbone tenderly kissing and biting your skin and then he dared to travel further south.

Your perky nipples simply looked too delicate and pretty not to lick over them and soon Acacius was addicted. The best part about it was perhaps the way you squirmed underneath him and then there were the little moans escaping your mouth when you were too lost in pleasure to concentrate on surpressing the noise. If it were up to him he would have wanted you not to hide anything and instead let him listen to all of your little squeaks and sighs.

He took his time teasing you although his mind drifted to your perfect pussy that he only had seen for a short moment thus far every few seconds. But this was about you after all. This was about making you feel comfortable and safe and slowly teaching you everything there was to know about the act of making love. Because this was what tonight was about; making love.

Acacius knew that he could be dirty and primal in bed, making his partner break and beg and getting off on a little power-play. Perhaps he would introduce you to this side of him at some point if you were up to it but definitely not tonight. Tonight he wouldn't make you beg for anything. He would fulfill your wishes even before you would be able to express them, gift you indescribable pleasure all while looking out for your comfort. He would go slow, test your waters and give you time to adjust to anything that he did and Acacius had a feeling that it was just what you needed after having treated him with such coldness these last weeks.

His tongue was twirling around your left nipple sucking it into his mouth every now and then but he made sure not to neglect your right breast. His hand massaged your flesh gently grazing the outline of your breast and rubbing over your nipple or taking the nub between two of his fingers. It was heavenly to him and Acacius had a feeling that you didn't enjoy it any less.

He hadn't estimated you as a very vocal person so he was thrilled by your quiet moans that he was sure he would be able to turn into cries if he continued like this.

Soon he made his way further down though leaving wet kisses on your stomach which made you lift your head slightly questioningly flickering your eyes at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Making you feel good, my love," he replied softly caressing your waist and giving you these warm eyes of his. "All you have to do is relax and feel my touch. I promise it will feel divine."

You narrowed your eyes not yet fully trusting his words and heaved yourself on your elbows.

"But-But I thought you would…"

You left the sentence unfinished but Acacius seemingly knew what you were alluding to as he gave you an assuring smile his hands stroking the curve of your hip.

"I can do that if you want me to. But you need to be prepared because otherwise it might be painful to you."

"Painful?" you repeated with round eyes feeling frightened as you hadn't expected the act of love to be hurtful.

"You are a virgin. The first time can be painful but I'm going to try my best to make it pleasant for you. I'll give you my fingers first and make sure you're properly lubricated and then I'll go slow."

Your eyes hectically wandered over his face taking in each of his words with a trembling feeling in your stomach but Acacius was quick to soothingly kiss your stomach.

"It's going to be fine. But if you want to stop that's fine as well."

Did you want to stop? Did you want him to roll off you, take out the lights and go to sleep? Definitely not. You were scared of the pain but you needed to feel him now and with the slight fear came also a curiousity about what the act of bedding was about. He seemed so certain and confident in everything he was doing so you wanted to know what he would be capable of making you feel. Therefore you shook your head helplessly reaching down to him and felt your heartbeat fasten at the way your husband instantly took your hand.

"No. I don't want you to stop, Acacius."

Hearing his name roll off your lips awakened a new form of lust in him and he bit down hard on his bottom lip in order to prevent himself from growling lowly.

"I'm glad to hear that," he then said gliding his hand down your side after carefully putting your hand back on the bed.

He crawled even further down your body until his face was almost on the same level as your most intimate part and if Acacius hadn't given you another tender smile you would have felt anxious and fearful about letting him see you like this.

You had learned that this wasn't the way of things. A husband wasn't supposed to see his wife's sex this close but concentrate on his duty. What Acacius was doing right now made the blood in your veins throb and you knew that a part of it could be traced back to the nervousness and uncertainty about what he was going to do to you while another part was simply craving to feel him with every inch of your body.

"Just relax, sweet girl."

With these words he lowered his face to your center and you curiously lifted your head attempting to see what he was doing but you suddenly gasped for air as you felt his tongue on this special little spot between your legs grazing over it carefully almost as if he wanted to get to know your body.

"Ah," you sighed digging your toes in the mattress next to him and instantly pressed your lips together in order to stay quiet from now on. But that didn't align with what Acacius wanted because he looked up to you his brown eyes full of warmth mixed with a hunger that drove you insane.

"No need to stay quiet, love. I want to hear you. Don't you hold back anything."

Then he licked over your slit quietly humming at your taste which sent vibrations all throughout your body.

"Acacius. Fuck, that's so good," you moaned your hands reaching down to hold on to his locks while trying to keep a clear mind.

He concentrated on your clit for the most part, circling it with the tip of his tongue, gently pressing into it and sucking on it. He soon noticed that you found a special liking in feeling him blow air over your little nub and was happy to comply watching your little squirms and your trembling legs with pleasure.

Only when you writhed beneath him restlessly shifting with your hips he firmly grabbed them pushing you down and letting out a growl that told you to stay still for him.

"Stay here, love. Let me enjoy you," he said at one point and you felt your cheeks heat up at his words.

You followed his command because when you did so, Acacius showered you with praise and compliments telling you how good you were for him and it never failed to make your heart flutter and your pussy uncomfortably clench around nothing.

But your husband soon changed that as well, literally touching you just where you needed it without even having to ask him to. He kept his mouth on your clit kissing it as if it was the most precious and delicate little spot in the world when you felt one of his thick fingers at your entrance tenderly inserting it inside of you.

You jolted at the intrusion and narrowed your eyes as this was something you had never felt before but Acacius knew just what you needed running his left hand over your hip in a soothing manner while whispering sweet things against your pussy.

"It's alright, darling. You're doing so good for me. I'm just gonna open you up a little bit, hmh? So you'll be able to take me."

You let out yet another moan and Acacius, feeling you relax around him, went deeper until his digit was fully buried in you.

"That's a good girl…," he growled rewarding your clit with a skillfull twirl of his tongue and then as he started moving his finger in you your hands in his hair tightened pushing him closer to your center.

"Oh," you gasped bending your neck to watch his activities between your thighs but all you could see was his head pressing himself so close to you, you would assume he was looking for heaven.

Acacius fingered your cunt while continuing to give you pleasure with his mouth, now gliding his tongue over the underside of your clit which earned him tugs at his hair by your demanding hands. You needed him, wanted to feel him in more ways than you did right now and forgot that it simply wasn't possible.

"I want you to come for me, darling. I want you to soak my face," his voice cut through your clouded mind and you made out his face through half-litted eyes.

"How?" was all you asked which he reacted to with a low chuckle.

"Listen to my voice. And do what feels right. Your body will know what to do."

You couldn't deny that you trusted him, your body and mind completely surrendering to him and so you did just what he had asked of you.

You let your head sink back in the cushions sprawled out underneath him and let him do with you as he desired. He was like a magical creature bringing you so much pleasure with just the tip of his tongue that you asked yourself if sex was always supposed to be this way because if yes, you thought you might never want to do anything else in your life. Or perhaps he was just a god or a witch and had enchanted you.

There was this prominent tense in your thighs that seemed to grow the longer your husband kept going and soon you knew it was about to burst and take utter control of your body. You hummed to yourself feeling your core clench and almost couldn't hear Acacius whispering to you, his mouth still busy smearing your wetness all over your clit.

"That's it… you can let go. I'll catch you, my love. You're a fucking dream, baby, god…"

And then the tension was freed spreading in your body like a disease and you felt like your whole world was shattering into a million pieces; but in the best way possible. You closed your legs around Acacius, buckled up beneath him and squeezed your eyes while trying to deal with these overwhelming and new emotions.

"I'm right here, just breathe for me, sweetling. There you go… Just like that," he talked you through it and crawled up to you again to hold you through your high.

Your hands clung to his shoulders welcoming him so close to you and you heavily panted in his ear while he tried to calm you down.

"That's right. You did so wonderfully for me, darling and I'm so proud of you."

Slowly, you came back to him your eyes still a little glossy but you smiled up to him feeling high on this peacefulness and the effects of your release. Acacius ran his thumb over your cheek and then kissed your forehead endearingly.

"You're so perfect. I wanna make you feel good all the time."

You nodded eagerly still not able to process how good this had felt. Never had you believed that being with a man could be that amazing and you truly wondered if everyone was as good as Acacius or if he was merely talented.

"I want that too. But now I want you to take me, Acacius. I want you to take my innocence."

He bit his lip which was so hot to watch that it felt obscene and smiled looking at the ceiling as his mouth came down to your neck once more sucking on your veins and your sensitive thin skin.

"I will, sweet girl. And then you're gonna be mine until the end of time. You want that, love?"

You nodded although you probably would have agreed to anything he asked of you right now.

"I want that. I wanna be yours."

You didn't know what it was; maybe just his appealing aura or the confidence in everything that he was doing, either way, you felt this craving to be his alone. The desire to snuggle against his chest and feel protected and cared for.

Acacius parted your legs a little more so his hips pressed you down into the mattress and when you felt his finger at your throbbing entrance again you jolted.

"Shh sh," he cooed you starting to fuck you with his finger again. "I don't want you to be in pain when I fuck you."

That was the moment when you were reminded again of what he had told you earlier and Acacius could instantly see the slight panic in your eyes.

"Please be careful, Acacius," you begged him which made him feel stitches in his stomach.

"I'll go as slow as you need me to. I'll be careful and stop if you change your mind. I promise."

You nodded feeling a familiar warmth in your lower belly despite the little part of you that feared the inevitable pain. He steadily thrusted his finger in you until adding a second one that stretched you but you listened to him and focused on breathing.

"There you go, love. I know what you need, you just concentrate on me, alright?"

"Yes, Acacius," you panted clasping at his broad shoulders that felt so strong beneath your touch.

Your husband let you adjust to his thick fingers for a while before fucking you with them as well and it didn't take long until sweat was covering your forehead your pupils dilating. It definitely wasn't as good as feeling his mouth on your clit but his presence so close to you and his body caging you underneath him as though he had just found the most precious and treasured price that he never intended to let go already made you go feral.

You forgot the time fully giving yourself to the way his fingers filled you up, hyperaware of every contact his skin made with yours but at the same time feeling your mind relax, and then hazily blinked a few times when you felt him pull out of you.

"Are you ready to take it, sweet girl?" he asked his voice sounding rougher and thinner now as well.

"Yes. I can take it, please."

He chuckled lowly the vibration transferring over to your body and you possessively wrapped your arms around his back; as if there was anything that could possibly make him stop right now.

"I know you can. Because you're being such a good girl for me all the fucking time."

Goosebumps covered your arms at his words which made you wonder if this was a normal and natural reaction to such simple words but you didn't question it any further as you heard him nestle between his thighs and then you glanced at his cock that was beautifully lit by the dim lighting.

He had wrapped a hand around the shaft his red tip glistening with precum and groaned as he dragged it through your folds collecting your wetness. He noticed the way your body had stiffened up a little your eyes wide open and made sure to soothe you by kissing your shoulder and embracing you in a soft hug.

"It's alright, darling. It's going to be fine. But we can stop if you want to."

You were quick to shake your head helplessly clinging to his arms.

"No. Please do it."

And then Acacius didn't need any further permission and guided his cock to your hole his hand lingering at your cheek.

"Breathe in. Just like that…" he mumbled and felt the way your body tensed.

"And now out…"

Just when you felt the air escaping your lungs there was a sharp pain in your center making your eyes go as round as coins and you choked on a gasp.

"It's alright, it's alright," he quickly purred making sure your eyes were on him. "It's gonna be better soon. You're doing so wonderful for me, just breathe and try to loosen up."

It burned incredibly and you wondered if he was completely inside because it already hurt so badly although it seemed like he had only pushed inside a little thus far. Your nails dug into his skin surely leaving marks but Acacius didn't mind solely focused on talking you through the pain and comforting you.

"Look at me, y/n. Look at me, darling."

Your stinging eyes searched for his pupils hectically flicking over his face but something about him made you forget about the way you felt like your pussy was being ripped apart. Time stopped and you just watched his beautiful face slightly drawn with pleasure but clearly concerned about you as there was a deep crease between his eyebrows.

"Good girl. How are you feeling?" he wanted to know and despite feeling incapable of delivering a coherent sentence you nodded your fingers firmly holding on to him.

He waited like this until he felt you relax your muscles the pain beginging to fade and then pulled out just a little bit only to thrust back in, still very slow and careful and yet the intrusion was enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes.

"You feel perfect. And I promise you it's gonna be better soon."

You tried to believe him forcing your center to welcome the pain rather than fighting it and in addition closed your eyes breathing steadily just like he had told you. And he turned out to be correct; a few more minutes later the pulsating burning ache started to disappear until you eventually felt confident enough to arch your hips a little.

Acacius had tried his best to hide how much everything about you affected him the whole time but this gave him the rest. The way you buckled up trying to get him to move and how your eyes rolled back when he slid his hand between your thighs again finding your clit and rubbing a few comforting circles around it. He needed to claim and devour and he just hoped that it was what you wanted as well.

At first your husband followed your gesture backing out again and then filling you and this time it was so much better that you gave him a wide smile.

"That's good, Acacius. I want more, please I need you to fuck me."

Perhaps it was the additional stimulation on your clit that made you grow eager instead of his thick cock stretching you but either way, he intended to give you just what you wanted.

"Alright, love," he replied and then began to fuck you at a slow pace.

In the first few minutes it was still a strange and unfamiliar feeling to melt with someone this way but along with his skillfull fingers he actually managed to envoke new noises leaving your mouth soon. Acacius was blind with lust almost feeling like an animal that intended to lay claim to his prey and picked up the pace while still looking out for your well-being of course.

"You like that? You like me fucking that sweet pussy like that?"

Although the phrase was meant to be filthy and wild, your husband made it somehow sound warm and gentle. If it was his voice or the soft features of his face you didn't know but a new wave of pleasure hit you.

"Yes I like it. Oh fuck, I need you," you cried against his shoulders that were now gently pressing you into the bed.

It was dirty, primitive almost begging and urging your husband to go quicker, reach deeper inside of you to hit that magical spot but you didn't care. All you cared about was Acacius who was so tender with you and at the same time awakened these intense feelings in you that you had never felt before.

And he complied, his tip repeatedly grazing over that spot in your body and there was something so delicate about it like he intended to kiss it just the way he had kissed your clit earlier only that this time it was his cock making you feel that way.

You couldn't deny the slight stretching burn that still ran throughout your body every now and then but it was nothing compared to the accumulating tension that now wasn't new to you and told you that you were about to burst again. His touch on your clit became lazy, rapidly rubbing over it and when he kissed you sloppily you knew that he probably was just as close as you.

"Come for me, darling. Give me a second one, I know you can to it. You respond to me so beautifully and I know you want it."

You had difficulties comprehending him as his voice was muffled by your chin which he covered with kisses and yet you did just as he had told you reaching your second high of the night at the same time as he came inside of you, ropes of his sticky cum filling you to the brim. He collapsed on top of you in the moment you arched on the bed the weight of his body pushing you down as you shivered and trembled and little sighs escaped from your mouth.

"Acacius," you cried tasting every sweet second of this divine release and then just listened to both of your loud pantings while watching him savour the effects of his orgasm.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he cursed inhaling deeply as he watched your red face that made you look like you had just exhausted yourself but in his mind you had never been more radiant. This was his work. He had been the one to make you feel like that and his heart seemed to explode in his chest almost incapable of believing his luck.

"I don't think you're aware of how fantastic you are," he whispered in your ear which made you smile like an idiot.

"Thank you," you answered wanting to bump your head against the wall because why couldn't you think of something more clever?

He rose his head again taking in your face and each detail like your swollen lips or your flushed cheeks and then kissed you upon your brow.

"You need some sleep now in order to be fit in the morrow."

You pursed your lips in disappointment feeling how he rolled off you but when Acacius offered you his arm you were quick to wrap your arms around it and clench your body against it.

"You will not leave me, right?" you anxiously asked which made your husband run his hand over the back of your head his fingers playing with single strands of your hair.

"Never."

This was just what you had wanted to hear and you contently closed your eyes feeling like this was a position you could find some sleep in.

"If something troubles you, you're going to wake me up, alright?" he asked but you almost couldn't perceive the content of his words anymore as you were slowly drifting to sleep.

"Yes, Acacius," was the last thing you whispered before you entered the lands of dreams, firmly clinging to your husband and a smile on your lips.

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geraskierfanficprompts · 2 days ago

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Prompt 149

An alternate universe where everything is basically the same, except for that Witchers aren't taught anything about humans, and never truly interact with any. Witchers don't go into towns for contracts. Monster contracts are posted on boards on the outer border of towns. People must check back every day to see if the contract has a knife in it. If it does, it means the witcher is either out fulfilling it, or already has. The witcher will then walk out of the forest with proof of it's kill, you gift them clothing, food, weaponry, sometimes even a steed, and back away slowly. Geralt is a witcher. And the most monstrous of them, if you were to ask him. He has sickly skin, long unnaturally white hair, and those slitted yellow eyes of his. It doesn't matter. Roach doesn't care how he looks, and that's good enough for him. He's hoping this contract will give him some new clothes. He'd even take sewing supplies. His best shirt has a big gash in the sleeve. Which wouldn't normally bother him, he could deal with it, but Roach keeps trying to nibble on it. It's a contract for a bruxa. One that's apparently been causing a lot of issues for some "count." Disrupting parties and attempting to lure people away for the slaughter. Geralt has killed her, and has her head as proof. When he approaches the board with his proof, he sees two humans waiting for him. One of them sneers in disgust, and one of them gasps in horror, tearing up. Geralt presents the head, and then holds his hand out for his reward. The older human shoves the scared one at Geralt. The scared one stumbles as he's shoved, and looks up at Geralt with big, wet blue eyes. Geralt tilts his head and turns back to the older one. That one must be the Count. "Your reward, Witcher." "F- Father!" "Silence, Julian. I don't care what you do to him." The Count turns and leaves. 'Julian' looks at Geralt with fear. Geralt is used to that. Witchers are scary. "I- I thought Witchers only hunted monsters, why did you kill Emmaline?" "...This?" Geralt asks, holding up the head, and the human gags, but nods. "It was a monster. She was a Bruxa. A type of vampire." Julian stares blankly for a moment, before he erupts into laughter. Geralt doesn't usually see or hear laughter very often. He likes when this 'Julian' laughs! Oh, but the laughing turns to sobbing. "I should've known! Of course she didn't like my bloody songs! She liked my bloody blood!" The Julian cries, and Geralt feels awkward. He doesn't quite know how to make a human happy. This would be easier if Geralt were at his camp. He doesn't like being so close to a town. He needs to be in the woods. He scoops up his (apparently) Julian, and throws him over his shoulder and walks him back to camp. Julian is now sitting by Geralt's campfire, still crying, but now it's silent. Geralt sits down beside him. Humans comfort with touch, he thinks. He doesn't truly know. He awkwardly puts his arms around Julian, and it doesn't seem to working.... Aha! Because the tears are still coming! Geralt can fix that! Geralt leans in and licks the salty water away. Julian starts laughing again, and finally relaxes. Geralt did it! He's such a good humankeeper! Having a human around is difficult, but Geralt is quite happy with this new arrangement! Geralt smiles a lot more than he used to. His human is adorable, and he's funny! And Geralt is learning so much more about humans! But sometimes that's horrifying. Geralt learned humans need to eat every day, so Geralt has begun hunting more. Julian didn't tell him this fact, Geralt had to learn it by himself when Julian fainted one day. Geralt also learned that humans are delicate things. Julian tripped over a root in the ground and ended up bleeding! BLEEDING! Geralt nearly lost it, that day. He licked his scratch clean, and bandaged his human, and kept a grip on his arm the rest of the day to balance him. They're sensitive, too.

The night had a light breeze, or so Geralt thought. Julian was shaking, teeth chattering, breaths visible. Hm. Perhaps it was colder than Geralt thought. He drags the human over, making Julian let out an odd "whoop!" sound, and wraps his arms around him. Julian scoots closer before settling, wrapping around geralt.

Humans are also curious. Too curious. Julian followed him on a hunt once and almost got hurt. Geralt shouted at him, immediately felt horrible, and apologized, but made sure to let Julian know that Julian was the one who did something stupid. Geralt thinks about getting a leash to keep his human safe at camp, but he doesn't think Julian would go for it.

His human seems happy! Until he doesn't. All of a sudden he's walking slower, and constantly frowning, and he sighs every few minutes! It's driving Geralt crazy not knowing how to fix it! He's tried all the things that have worked before! He licked him, he hugged him, he let him pet Roach, he made him a bigger portion of food, but nothing is working!

"What troubles you?" "…Hm? Oh, sorry. It's just… I wanted to be a bard. Before." "Before?" "…My father.. Sold me to you, Geralt."

Oh yeah.

"…What's a bard?" "G- Geralt, you don't know what a bard is?" "No." "Why, it's simply the best career out there! At least for me. Bards make music. They travel the continent singing their sweet melodies and sharing their feelings and hope to every townsperson out there. Farmers and nobles alike love a good bard."

Julian twitters on some more about these 'bard' titles.

"How do you become a bard?" "Well, you need an instrument. I had a lute, once. And you write songs in a notebook or journal. And all you have to do is sing them."

Thus Geralt makes a plan. Geralt goes searching for these items, loots here and there, and he believes he has a perfectly functional 'lute' and a journal. Geralt has a journal. It's too full of monsters to be given to his human, though. His human deserved one just for his songs.

When Geralt gave these items to his human, his human started sobbing. Shit! But Julian insists it's "happy" sobbing??? That's a thing? Humans will also cry when happy? Geralt will take note of this.

Geralt's Julian is MUCH happier now! And he makes such nice noises! He sings for Geralt all the time now. He strums his lute, and sings, and when he's not doing that, he's humming, and when he's not doing that, he's excitedly chatting away to Geralt, and it all makes him so happy. His human is happy! He likes his little human friend. And Geralt now knows for sure his human friend likes him back.

"Though it hurt so much at the time, I'm so very glad my father gave me to you. I've truly never been happier."

It appears Julian's last humankeepers were bad at their job, despite being humans themselves. Oh well. Doesn't matter now. Geralt would never rehome him.

Thus comes Geralt's problem. Winter is coming. He needs to head to the keep. He can keep his human alive up the path, Geralt's sure of it. He's skilled in humankeeping by now. But the actual staying part is what scares him. What if when Julian meets the other witchers, he finds one that can keep him even happier than Geralt? What if Geralt loses his Julian!? It's just unthinkable!

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Mina couldn't remember what she said, and it was so hard for her to focus but as she thought about it as she focused on whath e said and mulled it over, a tear slipped down her cheek, "Before Dracula, I woudln't have been able to take anotehr life. I couldn't even kill mice. And then he happened and I killed mosnters and I killed human monsters because it needed to be done. I had nothing to hold me back except my mortality"

Another tear, "What do you think I would be if I had nothing at all to hold me back? And nothing could hurt me again? And I could make the world better? What do you think I'd resort to to make the world better and not waste what was put on me? The Mina you know, the Mina you love....you wouldn't have her anymore. I'd do what it took to protect everyone, I'd do what it took to protect you"

She looked at him, grief in her face, "If I turned, it would be too tempting to abandon my morals and ignore my rules. And evnetually I would turn into what i hunted. That wouldn't be your fault. But I know me and I know what I would do and it scares me. It terrifies me that I'd be like the old ones."

“So, you want to interview vampires, so you?”

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slutoru1207 · 14 hours ago

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Variant!Invincible x Variant!Reader funny imagine

haha i had fun writing this

The battlefield was pure chaos. The Invincible War had brought together versions of Mark from across the multiverse, and now? Now there were also multiple versions of you.

And it was absolute insanity.

One Mark—dressed in a sleek black and red suit—landed beside the original Mark, wiping blood off his face. "Okay, not gonna lie, I was not expecting this many versions of your girlfriend."

"Tell me about it," Mark groaned, dodging a stray blast. "They’ve been all over me for weeks!"

"Sounds like a dream."

"It’s not!"

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, your variants had found their Marks.

"Hey there, handsome," one of you cooed, sidling up to a Mark with a scar over his eye and a much darker aura. "You look dangerous. I like that."

Scarred Mark raised a brow. "And you don’t look scared of me."

You smirked. "Why would I be? I’ve got a thing for bad boys."

Somewhere else, a more unhinged Mark—eyes burning with bloodlust—was being held back by two versions of you, both giggling. "Aww, you’re cute when you’re trying to kill people."

"Let. Me. Go," he snarled.

One of you poked his cheek. "Nah, you’re kinda fun to mess with."

Back with the original Mark, he turned just in time to see three versions of you hanging off different versions of himself. One had her arms draped around a Mark with a robotic arm, whispering in his ear. Another was poking at a Mark with white streaks in his hair, teasing him about how cool he looked.

And the worst? One of you had cozied up to a Mark in a full Viltrumite uniform—the kind that screamed evil overlord.

"So," she purred, tracing a finger down his chest. "Conquering planets, huh? That’s hot."

The Viltrumite Mark smirked. "You’re intriguing."

Original Mark nearly had a stroke. "ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH A VILTRUMITE?!"

Your variant shrugged. "I mean, yeah. Have you seen him?"

Mark groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I can’t deal with this. I can’t."

Meanwhile, the Guardians of the Globe watched the multiversal madness unfold, completely dumbfounded.

"Dude," Rex whispered, eyes wide. "I don’t know whether to be jealous or terrified."

Dupli-Kate sighed. "Both. Be both."

As the battle raged on, it became very clear that the variants—both of Mark and you—were a force to be reckoned with. Some worked together perfectly, back-to-back in combat, protecting each other without hesitation. Others? Well…

"Babe, heads up!" One of you flung a chunk of debris toward a Mark locked in combat.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t her Mark.

"THAT'S NOT MY MARK!" the original you shrieked as the wrong Mark got flattened.

"Oops."

Mark groaned. "I hate this war."

Suddenly, a new portal ripped open in the sky, and out came even more Marks and Readers, their outfits and battle stances making it very clear they had been fighting in their own universes. One Reader stepped forward, looking around with a smirk. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

One Mark, wearing an old, tattered cape, scoffed. "Oh great. More of you."

Another Mark, who looked far too comfortable covered in way too much blood, tilted his head at one of your variants. "I know you."

She grinned. "Yeah, you killed my Mark. Wanna make it up to me?"

Even Original Mark had to do a double take. "WHAT?!"

The battlefield somehow became even worse. One of your variants challenged a Viltrumite Mark to a sparring match, another was actively helping a villain Mark take down a Guardian, and one had somehow convinced a half-robotic Mark to carry her bridal style mid-battle.

"She actually pulled it off," one of your other selves whistled, watching in awe. "Respect."

At this point, even the universe itself seemed exhausted by the sheer amount of chaos. But through it all, one thing remained the same.

It was chaos. It was madness. And, somehow, it was the most entertaining thing that had ever happened in the multiverse.

Because, at the end of the day, no matter what universe they came from—

Marks were Marks.

And Readers? Readers would always drive them insane.

#mark x reader #invincible comic #invincible season 3 #mark grayson invincible #invincible fanfic #mark x you #invincible smut #mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #invincible x you

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cakypa120 · 1 day ago

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They know absolutely nothing about Shazam. Children understand this and use it perfectly.

Lightning (Darla): I'll tell Mom everything!!

Switch (Eugene): Which one? They're all dead!

Flash: *chokes on air*

Ms. Marvel: You tried to kill me in the womb!

Captain Marvel: Don't be dramatic, I helped you come into existence earlier.

Ms. Marvel: You wrapped your umbilical cord around my neck!

Captain: Until it's proven, don't care what they say!

Nightwing: I have so many questions right now.

Red Hood: I would have done the same to you if we were in the same womb.

Voltage (Freddy): They kept bringing me down to the ground even though they knew it would kill me.

Superman: What do you mean?

Voltage: Why do you think I keep flying? It's my curse. Whenever I touch the ground, I die. My dad wasn't very fond of me when I was a kid.

Superman: That's terrible.

Thunder (Pedro): *appears behind Voltage and pulls him to the ground*

Voltage: *his feet touch the floor and he falls to the floor*

Superman: *grabs his head and can't hear his heartbeat* OH MY RAO! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!?!

Thunder: *raises Voltage* That's hilarious.

Voltage: *looks up with huge eyes*

Voltage: See what I meant?! They hate me!

Thunder: You threw Captain Marvel into a volcano the day before yesterday.

Voltage: Little things, little things.

Lightning: *sits on unicorn* It's time to pay for all your sins!

Captain Marvel: I didn't eat your fairies!

Hal: WHAT THE HELL IS A FUCKING UNICORN IN THE WATCHTOWER!!

Thunder: *calmly eats raw entrails*

All Around: *sounds of disgust and nausea*

Switch: ...and that way we can take over the villain's lair.

Batman: Are you really planning on going into a highly guarded lair in an iron horse?

Switch: It worked in Troy. Besides, it wasn't God who threw that apple, it was Ms. Marvel.

Batman: What?

Switch: *shrugs* She was very self-conscious about her acne.

Captain Marvel: *holding a long iron spear* Have you seen Voltage?

Superman: Why do you need him?

Captain: He killed my favorite sheep. And I'll make a kebab out of him.

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 2 days ago

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(This ask took me forever because my phone was being a bum, then I lost said ask so whoever this was from, thank you, and heres what you asked for)

They would obviously go insane, being kidnapped by some low-life thug in Gotham and held against their will for millions of dollars, but in your eyes, you thought you weren't even worth a penny. You didn't even fight back; no way your shit-faced family would come running to save you. At least Bruce was on the way to save Jason from dying, but there was no way he would do the same for you. You saw the look in his eyes when you attended galas; it wasn't out of love, it was out of shame, pure shame. So you sat there in the cold, dark, and wet room, seeing rats chew on electric cables; even if it shocked them, they'd keep on chewing, keep on finding something to eat, even if there was pain or it would kill them in the long run. What had you thought of yourself so much, proving yourself to people who would never see you as their equal? You were allowed one call, and only one. Your kidnappers thought you would call your dear old dad, but no, you called your mom. You were begging and crying, using "mommy"—you hadn't used that word since you were 13—but right now, you wanted your mom more than anything. Fuck Batman and his stupid kids; you wanted your momma.

She took the message to Bruce; she was going through all four stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, but acceptance wasn't one of them. She wouldn't accept the fact that you might be dead; she wouldn't accept the fact that she'd never find you; she wouldn't accept it at all, and she tore them a new one, cursing each and every family member out while Alfred held her back, making sure she didn't do anything rash, which she would, and the Batfam felt absolutely trembled. Go searching for you? Half of Gotham would have burned down if it wasn't for Tim and Babs talking the rest of them out of it, but let's be honest, those computer twins were up for nights searching security cameras for you. Bruce was the craziest out of all of them; it was like losing Jason again, except it was his own flesh and blood, and when he heard that you called your mom for help—not him—he lost it. She didn't even have enough money for the ransom; she couldn't pay it off, but you called her instead of your billionaire father, who was BATMAN! For Christ's sake, did you really not trust him? Did you really think you weren't worth the trouble? Did you think he didn't love you?

He was going crazy in his study just at the thought that Dick, Jason, and Cass were going full rage mode. They'd been beating thugs into unconsciousness; some of their faces were unrecognizable if they didn't have an ID on them. Damian was very confused; he didn't know what to feel. At first, he acted aloof. Why did they want you of all people? You were useless, a disgrace to the Wayne family name, weak and replaceable, and when he shared those feelings with Alfred, the old butler who always seemed to understand him, walked away without a single word. It just didn't make sense to him. Why did the old man care, and why did everyone care now, and why did he care? This wasn't like him. Not at all.

Steph felt like she failed as a sister, as a hero. How could anyone hurt you? You're so sweet, so silly, so kind, yet she did the same. She was no better than the thugs. Duke was completely out of it. You'd catch him muttering to himself, going on all-night patrols, hitting the streets, finding all the info he could, and coming back to your big brother when he finally found you half alive, your locs matted and fizzy. Your glasses were broken, and dirt caked your brown skin. You pushed away from them the second they tried to touch you. You screamed for your mom, crying for her like a baby. Still, she finally showed up, pushing the brick of a man that is Bruce Wayne out of the way, grabbing you like you were a baby that was first put into her arms the second she gave birth to you. The Batfam was heartbroken, especially Bruce. He had made his suit less scary for the last child who cried when they saw him, but even when he took off his cowl and got closer, you still cried and pulled away from him, afraid he might attack you. But he wouldn’t—you’re his baby, after all.

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direful · 3 days ago

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I rb’d @/thepioden’s commentary hitting the worst incorrect points because I don’t have the brain to dissect this whole thing to shreds today even though I really want to. BUT. I DO have enough energy to answer you!

Yeah, it’s Tolkien’s writing. It wouldn’t be very heroic if Sam got squashed now.

But I am a Tolkien nerd and take knowing my lore seriously, so permit me to infodump about Sam and Shelob instead and add my two cents on an in-universe reason he doesn’t die here. You know, for fun, and definitely not because I’m a nerd who got mad online. Thanks for the excuse to write this.

On Shelob: Shelob is a giant spider-ish thing, last spawn of Ungoliant, the massive pit of eternal hunger from outside Creation that teamed up with Melkor to ruin the Valar’s day, steal the Silmarils, and destroy the Two Trees. See replies above. Sauron keeps her around because it’s convenient to have her guarding the hidden pass, and he thinks it’s funny to feed her the occasional Orc patrol or escaped prisoner. She doesn’t think about Sauron at all. Shelob is very nasty, and very hungry, and very old. She is not divine, but is definitely above Sam’s weight class.

The Choices of Master Samwise (Chapter 10 of Book 2 of The Two Towers) contains Sam’s fight with Shelob. Here’s the fight broken down.

Sam is initially armed with his normal shortsword. Shelob is looming over Frodo winding her silk around him. Sam picks up Sting in his left hand so he’s double wielding, and charges her.

He cuts off the claw on one of her feet with Sting.

He stabs one of her eyes with his normal sword.

He gets under her body where she cannot sting or claw him. He slashes at her with Sting, which would be a good disemboweling move if she had a soft underbelly, but her hide is too thick. He gets her enough that poison bubbles from the injury, but nothing and no one is strong enough to seriously wound her on their own. Even a legendary hero with the best of weapons could not do more.

Shelob then tries to crush him. Sam drops his own sword and holds Sting up with both hands so she drops onto it first instead of onto him. It’s her own strength and malice that get Sting all the way through her hide. Sam gets “crushed slowly to the ground,” implying he’s resisting her.

Shelob experiences the worst pain she’s ever felt. She wrenches herself off of Sting and backs off, gathering herself for a killing attack.

Sam just got crushed under a very stinky, very heavy spider. He is on the verge of passing out and expects to die, but remembers that he’s carrying the Phial of Galadriel. He speaks Elvish that he does not know (as one does - it’s a poem praising Varda, the Queen of the Valar, who made the stars) and rallies, pissed off specifically that Shelob has hurt Frodo.

“As if his indomitable spirit had set its potency in motion,” the phial blazes with light and flashbangs Shelob. Remember that the Phial holds the light of Eärendil, the “star” that is really a Silmaril carried through the heavens by the First Age hero of the same name. The Silmarils were blessed by Varda when they were first made, and nothing evil can stand their touch. The light drives her back and blinds her.

Shelob flees, dragging herself into one of her tunnels. Sam gets a last slash at her legs in before she’s gone, presumably with Sting.

He does not kill her. We don’t know what happens to her after this.

He manages to hurt her because she’s arrogant and stabs herself, yes. That’s like, the one thing the first ““lore”” addition got right. Sam manages to successfully drive her away because he’s pissed off, he loves Mr. Frodo, and he’s carrying the bottle of holy starlight.

My guess for an in-universe explanation on how Sam doesn’t die here? Sam avoids getting fatally crushed or otherwise injured badly under Shelob because she hops off of Sting before fully squashing him. Sam is evidently strong enough to resist her by holding Sting up and having her slowly drive it through her own outer layers as he’s being pushed to the ground. I think he’s just extremely lucky that Sting got through her armor and hit something that hurts for the first time in her very long life before she fully sat on him to death. I’ve no idea how he keeps his grip on Sting and avoids injuring himself straining to keep upright as she sits on it like a tack, but that’s Tolkien for you. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m sure he’s very sore afterwards.

I’d love to nitpick the rest of this thing later and make this post even more dash-cloggingly long. But I shan’t. For now.

Thinking of the larger context of LOTR and like, the fellowship swapping old war stories and shit and Sam just says “Yeah I killed a huge spider…Shelob, I think?”

And Gandalf just blinks and is like, “You what now?”

“Yeah, killed it. Had to save Frodo”

Gandalf elects not to tell Sam that he killed the spawn of a primordial demon.

#dragging myself out of bed. someone was wrong on the internet #tolkien #hurgle hurgle

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wbbpls · 3 days ago

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 9

Word count: 3k y'all better be back in my inbox happy as can be. I decided to try out not having a specific POV now that we have the background from both of the girls. anon that has avoided reading chap 7 and 8 due to heartache this is one dedicated to you

Paige opened her eyes to sunlight and soft rubs up and down her back. When she turned, she met big brown eyes smiling down at her.

“Morning, Paigey!”

“Mornin’, Az.” Paige rubs her eyes, trying to wake up.

“Look, Paige, I need to leave soon, but I can’t wait another minute.” Azzi sits up, wrapping her arms around her legs.

“What’s going on?”

“I love you.”

“Uh, I love you too, Azzi, but what's wrong?”

“No, Paige. I love you. Like I am in love with you, and it’s killing me.”

Paige whispers, trying to believe it, “You love me?”

“Yes, baby, and I’m so sorry for not seeing it sooner. Seeing you sooner.”

Paige’s brain is in overdrive until she notices the insecurity Azzi displays while waiting for Paige to respond. Words have never been Paige’s forte, so she speaks in actions. Paige lunges forward, grabs Azzi’s face, and dips her head to connect their lips.

Finally, their lips touch. And then? Then, Paige wakes up from her dream to an empty bed.

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Earlier that morning...

Azzi woke up before her alarm, Paige still wrapped around her. She looked so peaceful and content, but she needed to prepare for all the wedding party activities.

“Paigey, I gotta get up.”

“Mmm, no. I’m comfy.”

“I know, baby, but I have to go do all this bridesmaids stuff.” It slipped without a thought. For a moment, Azzi froze, worried Paige would notice she called her baby. Instead, Paige nuzzled herself further into Azzi’s neck, with her lips ghosting her skin.

“Can’t we just cuddle today?” Paige mumbles.

Azzi learned a long time ago that if Paige isn’t ready to wake up, she won’t. Azzi kissed her on the forehead, a promise to talk things out later, and slipped out of bed.

Azzi made her way downstairs and already felt herself longing for Paige. How much time can you spend with someone and still need more time with them? She shoots Paige a quick text.

Princess 💗: morning paigey! I miss you already

Azzi walks around the corner to see the other bridesmaids. “Azzi! You’re here!” Jessica yells, welcoming her in for a hug, and whispers, “Nice hickey, by the way.” She pulls away and winks. Shit. Azzi totally forgot to check her neck after last night and apply a cover-up.

“Okay, so the plan for today is a final dress fitting, just in case, nails, and remember to text your partners to join us at 4 PM for dance lessons! We’ll have a break before then, too.”

The girls make their way to the dress fittings and change into their dresses. “Ladies, you are all absolutely stunning.”

Azzi smiles at her cousin lovingly. “Thanks, Jess, you picked beautiful dresses!”

One of the other bridesmaids chimed in, “Girl, just wait until Paige sees you in that. She’s gonna lose it.”

“True. She already can’t keep her hands off of you if your neck says anything about it!”

Azzi can feel the heat coming up her neck, thinking about how the hickey got there in the first place. Then she looks at the dress in the mirror, imagining Paige’s hands moving across her hips. “Mmm, yeah, I hope so.”

“I totally get that it's my wedding, but I just have to say, I love to see you in love, Az. Paige is one lucky gal.”

Azzi sighs, indulging in the thought of being in love with Paige. “I’m the lucky one.”

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After sleeping in late, Paige checks her phone and opens all the texts from Azzi. Maybe she should have gone to Azzi and talked to her about it all, but there are just too many emotions Paige doesn’t understand. Azzi is going to think she’s crazy for being so upset about her having sex with a guy in high school. But why didn’t she tell her?

Paige decided to decompress and spend the day playing basketball at the pool. She threw on black shorts, white and black nikes, and a white t-shirt with the RHUDE logo. She put her hair up in a ponytail, leaving the front strands to frame her face.

Paige enjoyed listening to music and casually shooting baskets. After a while, she went to the pool bar, waiting for someone she could order a drink from. In the meantime, she looked down at her phone, trying to figure out how to respond to Azzi.

“Well, well, look who it is. No girlfriend attached to you today?”

Bailey wraps around the corner. Of course, she is the one working today. Paige just wants to avoid confrontation. She has enough to think about.

“Uh, hey, I just was tryna get some water.”

“Hm, sure thing, cutie.”

Bailey comes back with a glass of water for her. “Look, I know I came off strong the other day, I guess I was just caught off guard and got defensive. I’m sorry to you and u-uh, your girlfriend.”

“Thanks, man, I really appreciate that.”

“You are really hot, though, so...”

“Appreciate it, but I’m good with Azzi.”

“Hm, Azzi, pretty name. How’d you guys meet?” Paige looks up at Bailey, trying to figure out if this is a trick. “I get it. You’re a taken girl, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat.”

“We, uh, we met playing basketball for Team USA in high school.”

“Wait, like an Olympic-type thing? She plays too?”

“Yeah, she’s a baller. Best in the nation.”

“Impressive...you guys are like a power couple and high school sweethearts? No wonder she wasn’t trying to share. Gotta respect a girl who knows what she has while she still has it.” Yeah, tell Azzi that.

“Yeah, I’m lucky.”

Paige and Bailey keep talking, finding out how much they have in common. Bailey backs off from flirting with Paige for the most part and genuinely seems interested in being friends. It’s not like there’s anything else to do until Azzi needs her for dance lessons.

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As soon as the bridesmaids finished getting their nails done, Azzi checked her phone for any sign of Paige. Still, no text. There’s no way she’s still asleep.

Princess 💗: you doin okay p?

Princess 💗: we are doing massages next and then ill come find you

It’s not like Paige not to respond to her, so she’s starting to get nervous. Jessica must have noticed.

“You okay, cuz?”

“Y-yeah, just Paige hasn’t texted me at all today, which, I now realize saying this out loud, I sound like a crazy clingy girlfriend, but it's not like her. That’s all.”

“You’re not a crazy girlfriend Azzi, you just miss your girl. I get that way with Brandom sometimes, too.”

“Yeah, sorry I’m making this about me. Let me see your nails!”

Once all the girls gather in the lobby, they make their way to the spa. Azzi could really use a deep tissue massage after all of this. She checks her phone and reaches out to Paige one last time before lying down.

Princess 💗: i can’t wait to see you

She tries to relax; she really does. But all she can think about is how to talk to Paige about her feelings. What will Paige say? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? Everyone assumed they were dating for a reason, so something must be there.

“Sweetie, you’re so tense! Try to think about something you love that relaxes you.” The issue is that normally, Paige is both of those things. She takes a deep breath to reset and imagines that the hands on her back belong to Paige.

After she tore her ACL, Paige was by her side, doing everything to promote Azzi’s healing, including massages. Paige would straddle her waist and rub deeply into her back. It felt so charged each time, but Azzi pushed any inappropriate thoughts down. Paige only did it because it helped. Azzi convinced herself she would do that for any teammate. But she didn’t do it for anyone but Azzi. The thought of Paige’s strong hands being made only for her lulled her to sleep, letting her enjoy the rest of the massage.

Before she knew it, Azzi’s massage ended, and she lazily woke up. Azzi brought a change of clothes, knowing she’d be tired after a full day. She put on flip flops, pink sweatpants, and a cropped tank top.

The girls gathered to say their goodbyes before dance lessons in a few hours. The second Azzi could see her phone, she rushed to see if Paige had responded. Still nothing. Now, Azzi is really starting to worry.

Princess 💗: im done. wya?

Azzi tried to be patient for a response but soon remembered she could check Paige’s find my friends. She can see her icon at the pool and makes her way there. Once she arrives, Azzi immediately clocks Paige’s bright blonde hair at the pool bar...talking to Bailey? Of all people for her to be with right now, why on earth would she be with her? Azzi takes a deep breath and makes her way over. She gently puts her hand low on Paige’s back.

“Hi, baby.” Paige turns, surprised to see Azzi. Maybe if she checked her phone, she wouldn’t be so shocked.

“Oh, Az, hey! W-what are you doing here?” Is she serious right now?

“Uh, to be with you? We have a break before dance lessons, so I figured we could do something.” Azzi hears an annoying fake cough to her right. Bailey looks at Paige expectantly, as if she isn’t here with Azzi.

“Oh right, right, Az, you remember Bailey, yeah?”

“Mhm.” Azzi keeps her lips tight and focused on Paige. “Why haven’t you answered my texts?”

“Oh shit, sorry Az, I haven’t checked my phone.” Paige pats her shorts, trying to find her phone, and pulls it out to a bunch of missed texts.

“That’s probably my fault. I’ve been distracting her. Right, Paigey?” Bailey smirks proudly.

“Oh, is that right, Paigey?” Azzi is pissed. And now, with her mouth wide open, Paige suddenly lost all ability to speak.

Azzi rolls her eyes at the blonde and grumbles, “Let’s go, P.” She grips Paige’s hand, pulling her to stand up. Paige grabs her stuff, and they start walking towards their room. The silence is loud.

“Look, I’m really sorry, Azzi. I should have texted you.” Azzi keeps walking silently.

“Az?” Still nothing.

“Azzi, c’mon, is this about Bailey?” Azzi glares at Paige as she unlocks their door.

“Dude, it’s not that deep. You were too busy talking to Jonathon last night to care about me anyway, so how is this any different?”

Azzi stops suddenly and turns to truly look at Paige for the first time since they said hi at the pool bar. “Are you fucking serious right now, Paige?”

“I mean, I’m not wrong! You didn’t even notice I fuckin’ left.”

“So in return you spent the day with the girl that’s been trying to fuck you since we got here? Isn’t that right, Paigey?”

“Yeah, and? At least she wanted to be with me. What does it matter to you anyway?”

“Paige, I tried to go with you last night! I kept texting you last night and all day today. How does that translate to not wanting to be with you?”

Paige sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, dropping her face into her hands.

“Paige, c’mon, you can’t be serious right now that I didn’t care about you. Is that what this is all about?” Paige shakes her head in her hands, still not speaking. Azzi knows Paige can get frustrated easily but sometimes needs help slowing down.

Azzi sat down next to Paige and gently rubbed her back. “P...talk to me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Az?” She whispers, almost inaudibly.

“I don’t know.”

Finally, Paige looked up at her. “That’s it? You don’t know?”

“I just, I g-guess I got scared.”

“Scared? Of me?” Fear and hurt began to cloud Paige’s beautiful blue eyes.

“No! Paige, that’s not what I me—” Paige burst into tears, breaking Azzi’s heart into a million pieces.

“I thought we were best friends. I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do! P, I’m sorry! I can explain, I promise.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.” Azzi grabs Paige’s face, forcing them to make eye contact.

“No. You’re not stupid. You’re Paige Bueckers. You’re my best friend.” You’re the love of my life.

Paige searches in Azzi’s eyes, trying to trust her and understand where it all went wrong. Finally, Paige broke, melting into Azzi and letting her tears flow. All the emotions, confusion, and pressure fall out with her tears.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” She let Paige cry. Let her hold onto Azzi for her dear life.

“I’m sorry, Az, I j-just I don’t k-know, I th-thought you were mad at me.” Azzi pulls her face from her neck and wipes the tears off Paige’s face.

“Paige, I’m not mad at you, okay, baby? I messed up and should have told you. Honestly, I regretted doing anything with him, and I was embarrassed.” Azzi gently moved the strands hanging in Paige’s face out of the way. “I’m sorry, P.”

Paige placed her hand on Azzi’s wrists, using her thumb to rub the inside of her wrist. “I’m sorry too. I guess I started to panic that I don’t mean to you what you mean to me.” Neither girl moved, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Another tear fell down Paige’s face, and Azzi leaned forward to kiss the tear with so much tenderness it took Paige’s breath away. She continued to pepper Paige’s cheeks gently with kisses.

Azzi pulls back slightly to look into Paige’s eyes and whispers, “You mean everything to me.” Without a second thought, Azzi moved forward to kiss Paige. At first, Paige didn’t respond, but then Azzi could feel her tension release. She pulled back to look at Paige, scared of what she would say, but then Paige surged forward, kissing Azzi back with an intensity that could only replace the words Paige didn’t know how to say.

Paige grabbed the back of Azzi’s neck, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Azzi gladly invited her in, opening her mouth, moaning when their tongues touched. She gripped Paige’s shirt, desperately pulling her closer. In response, Paige pushed them both down on the bed, leaning over Azzi, but it wasn’t enough. Azzi pulled at the back of her leg, making Paige straddle her completely.

Azzi grabs her neck, turning her head to kiss her as deeply as possible. She grips Paige’s hair at the back of her head and pulls, causing Paige to moan into her mouth. Noted. Azzi reacted to the sound of Paige moaning by rolling her hips upwards, trying to create friction. Paige rolled down even harder, biting Azzi’s bottom lip and pulling it hard.

Azzi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her chest arched at the feeling. Paige took it as an invitation to move down to her neck, right back to where she had left a mark last night. Proof of what they’ve yet to acknowledge.

Azzi grabbed Paige’s hips, encouraging her to grind into her. “Mmm, Paige, please.”

“Whatchu want, princess?” Fuck. She’s never going to be able to hear that nickname in a PG way ever again.

“You, more, please.” Paige had imagined moments like this so many countless nights, desperate for a release.

Paige responds, her voice low and raspy, “I gotchu, baby.” Paige moved her leg to slide in between Azzi’s and pushed into her, kissing her again. Paige moved her hands to Azzi’s stomach, running her hand up until she met the bottom of her crop top. Paige began to move her hand under Azzi’s shirt an—KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Startled by the loud knocks, Paige jumped off Azzi, falling onto the floor and scrambling to get up. Azzi burst out laughing. Watching Paige, with swollen lips, desperately trying to catch up with reality was both entertaining and endearing.

Paige jumped up, walking towards the door. “Coming!”

Azzi snorts, “You wish.” Paiged glared at her and whisper-yelled, “Shut up,” before opening the door to find Jake on the other side.

“Oh, uh, Jake? What’s up?”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but dance lessons are starting right now, and Azzi wasn’t answering her phone.”

Azzi joins Paige at the door. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry, it was on do not disturb, and we lost track of time!”

The girls grab their phones and head downstairs with Jake. There’s a charged tension lingering in the air from their kiss. Since they rushed downstairs, they had no time to talk about what almost happened.

Both girls' heart rates are still through the roof, trying to come down from the height of their want for each other. The issue is that now they had to dance...closely.

“Paige, put your hand on her back and pull her close. You’re leading, but you’re together in this.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” Paige awkwardly put her hand high on Azzi’s lower back. How was she so hot and confident not even 10 minutes ago? The instructor moved her hand down lower, and Paige visibly gulped. Azzi is pretty happy to see she’s not the only one affected by what just went down between them.

After more instruction, the music started, and the girls found their groove. The instructor’s goal for today was to get everyone successfully through the song one time, but he gave up on Paige and Azzi. About halfway through, Paige pulled Azzi in even closer, and they rested their foreheads against each other. At this point, they kind of forgot the choreography and began swaying, holding each other close. Azzi moved her hands to wrap around Paige’s shoulders.

Their noses brushed against each other as they took in this feeling. The feeling that everything might be okay.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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cosmosluckycharms · 11 hours ago

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Imagine spider reader taking a more punk appearance to one, look like hobie and two, piss off the batfam >:3

Them thinking it would do more damage than they thought bc they thought the reason they disliked hobie was bc of his punk appearance and when they finally do the new look the batfam is just “ohhh new look? Looks cool! :3”.

Spider reader just tweaking out bc of it bc how dare you like my attempt to stick it up to the man (you)

Love da writing, joe L mama 👺

i feel like spider!reader has peircings based on hobie and gwen + her clothing and everything is based on them too!!

plus dyed hair cause of gwen

i feel like honestly the only judgemental one is damian

but lemme write this this is so silly

Spider!reader: *its 4 am and you've been in your room all night dying your hair* haha this will finally piss them off they need to leave me ALONE

*walks to the kitchen to get water not realizing jason just snuck in to get a snack*

Jason: woah did you do something new to your hair? it looks nice

Spider!reader: FUCK *storms off to room, still waterless*

Spider!reader: i just gave myself a bunch of peircings with a rusty sewing needle and glitter glue hopefully damians victorian child ass fuckinf DIES

damian: *now barging into her room holding a bunch of painting supplies* i require your assistance- what did you do??

spider!reader: i did em myself, dont they look nice?

damian, who knows better than to argue with you (he'll never win): they look fine, i guess. anyway-

spider!reader: okay fine whatever fuck you too

damian: ???

spider!reader, just got off call with spider-kids and now has a new haircut: okay so theyre SURELY gonna leave me alone now, right??

dick: i like the new haircut, its so adorable! *squishes your cheeks*

spider!reader: im gonna kill you. LEAVE ME ALONE

dick: 😄

spider!reader walking around the manor in some of hobie/gwens clothing: these are suprisingly comfy

tim: i fw the fit

spider!reader: LEAVE ME ALONE HO

alfred:

spider!reader: i hate you

can u guys tell when this got lazier and lazier lmfaooo

this is so ass but i hope u guys get the point🙏

also please lmk if i got anything punk wrong i know next to nothing abt punk culture im sorry 😓

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waifuoftomonori · 2 days ago

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Love a chart I can stick the Kifu gang in

I don’t know why it keeps blurring the handwriting. I did make a few tweaks and I’m not sure I did certain parts the way they were intended, but it was still a lot of fun. (Eventually I’ll probably come back to it and clarify the blurry writing.)

Also, there wasn’t room for Shiki’s chibi because the only pics I have of her are horizontal, so here you go:

Some caveats / clarification things:

SWD stands for “Shall We Date?” but I didn’t want to write it out because I already knew it’d be a squeeze trying to fit the English name of the app and the Japanese name for the game.

The column labeled “How to make them blush” at the bottom is written from the perspective of the person whose color is being used, about the character indicated over on the left-hand side. For example, Tomonori’s method of making Shiki blush is via surprise “punishments”.

The other two columns, however, are from the perspective of the character labeled on the left-hand side, about the character whose color is being used. For example, Shiki’s ideal hangout with Akifusa is participating in some ultimately pointless competition that does not involve sword training, whereas Akifusa loves sparring with her. Sorry if that’s confusing to anyone.

I was sorely tempted to put Dominant as Tomonori’s one-word description (it informs his outlook on life, not just his preferred role in kinky stuff) but opted against it at the last second. Just know that it was in the running. (And part of why I opted for “Princess” for Shiki maaaay have to do with my headcanon of her as a brat, not just her official title.)

”Inh. ritual” is short for “Inheritance Ritual”— the one Shiki had to go through when she was seven that involved killing her mother to keep the Sword sealed. She still remained friends with Tomonori and Akifusa after that, but she didn’t feel like she could tell either of them the full truth of what was going on. Her relationship with Tomonori declined at a slower rate than Akifusa’s because Tomonori had a better view of the situation (crap, I should’ve marked when he turned ten and started supervising the monthly rituals— although to be honest he never really opened up to Shiki about his feelings entirely, so maybe it would’ve continued declining at the same rate).

Shiki and Akifusa’s relationship decreases slightly in my headcanon when Aki and Tomo start hooking up, along with Shiki and Tomonori’s relationship, because she’s not spending as much time with either of them for a while, and there’s jealousy and stuff to sort out. They do eventually sort it out, though.

Why did I circle “giving” but then not do the Love Languages thing? Well, I initially had the idea of doing it, but when I actually thought about it, all of the “different” languages seem like gestures the Kifu gang would appreciate from each other. To be honest I’ve never really understood why some people swear by “love languages” anyway. But moving on—

I don’t ship Shiki and Akifusa when they’re alone. When Tomonori’s in the picture, though, I ship all three of them, and I do believe that’s different from shipping only Tomonori with Shiki and Tomo with Aki separately. I don’t quite know how to put it in words. It’s like a certain atmosphere takes over when they’re all together.

It felt important to me to signify that all three of them are similar in height and age, which is why those dots are so close together. …It was apparently less important to me to signal that Shiki and Tomonori get together, in most of my headcanons, somewhere between six months and a year before Tomonori and Akifusa do, which is also a relatively short length of time.

When Tomonori’s at work, or around people other than his best friends / lovers, he’s significantly farther left on the Serious-Playful scale, although still not as serious as Akifusa. He feels comfortable enough with them to relax and let his sense of humor shine.

Physically, on the Gentle-Rough scale, Akifusa’s the character most likely to get a little rough in bed, and when that happens it’s usually on accident because he underestimates his own strength. Tomonori’s not on the extreme end of Gentle because I can see him, on certain occasions, dipping his toes very lightly into physical sadism with Akifusa. Probably just spanking or scratching, and it would be more for humiliation or roleplay purposes than pain.

However, when it comes to control in the bedroom: yeah, Akifusa’s submissive as hell. And although Tomonori might try to be submissive and probably has complicated feelings initially about some of his more “twisted” kinks, he’s Dominant as fuck. Does love a good brat, though.

I see Shiki as a sassy brat. That’s why she acts a lot more “arrogant” in bed than she does outside of it.

I considered using that scale to also try to mark that Akifusa’s submissive in bed and Tomonori’s Dominant, but I don’t feel like that changes their positions that much. Maybe if Tomo was the kind of Dom who didn’t blush when Shiki acts overly submissive (knowing it’ll get a reaction).

I can envision situations in which Shiki would meow while she and Tomonori are doing kinky stuff, and she has a few catlike personality traits (such as sass), but I think Tomonori’s personality is more catlike. No way are you getting that man to meow, though. At least not without significant repercussions.

I think Tomonori and Akifusa’s relationship is a smidgen more about kink than romance. (And their friendship too of course.) Granted, that may change depending on the fic.

I had no idea what to do with the Infodumps / Listens one, because I think 1. Tomonori and Shiki do both to roughly equal degrees, 2. Akifusa’s heard lectures from them (especially Tomo) so many times he kinda just tunes them out, 3. Akifusa’s the one most likely to just blurt out the first thing most likely to come to mind, but 4. Akifusa’s the least likely to have actual info. Tomonori has actual info, but he tends to keep it to himself. Shiki might be even more reserved than he is at times. So yeah, that was my thought process for ranking them the way I did there.

I kept going back and forth over whether to put Tomonori perfectly in the center on the DnD alignment chart one, but opted for nudging him slightly toward Good because this is after he’s gotten together with Shiki and Akifusa and is starting to tentatively appreciate life and the good parts of people again.

ARE YOU hopelessly fixated on a specific fictional polycule and have way too much time on your hands? boy do i have an unnecessarily elaborate ship chart for you!

(versions with 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 characters and an example under the cut)

feel free to make any edits or add stuff to your liking :]

#hiiro no kakera 4 #shall we date: scarlet fate #tomonori kotokura #akifusa oki #shiki ugaya #shiki x aki x tomo #shikitomofusa #yeah that’s what I’m calling them from now on #kifu ot3 #polycule shipping charts #oh jeez that took longer than I realized #there’s still time to squeeze in some writing before it gets dark though #also I used the “it’s complicated” dotted line to mean “only when Tomonori’s around”

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 days ago

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AEIWAM zanpakuto ask:

Which zanpakuto spirit is your favorite to write?

Alternatively, who has the closest relationship with their zanpakuto? Who has the worst relationship?

1. Minazuki. I think she's the only one that has speaking lines that actually appear in the fic so far.

2. Closest relationship: Minazuki and Unohana. While most people retain a sense of separation between their kaku-kon/waking soul and their Yume-kon/dreaming soul, Unohana and Minazuki have learned enough about the malleability of The Flesh and Soul that they've stopped thinking about each other as discrete beings and more as one Being with two heads. Minazuki sometimes fully possesses Unohana's body when the human wants a break or the spirit is bored. It's fine though- Minazuki went through medical school with Unohana and is just as much a competent doctor as her wilder.

3. Worst relationship: there's a lot of ways for things to go badly between shinigami and Zanpakuto. Some examples:

Both Tousen and Zaraki do not actually know the names of their zanpakuto and have to go on a little adventure together to figure that shit out.

Neither of them have BAD relationships with their zanpakuto per se: both of them have been prevented from forming ANY relationship with their zanpakuto by outside forces- in Tousen's case, suzumushineas so hell-bent on revenge for Kakiyo that she effectively parasitized and suppressed his native Yume-kon to take it's place as his zanpakuto until Aizen was defeated. In Zaraki's case, he doesn't just know his Zanpakuto's name- he doesn't know his own name. At least, until the ink starts flaking off.

Komamura is not on speaking terms with his Yume-kon or "True" Zanpakuto. He is on GREAT terms with Tenken- but Tenken is a spirit he found and adopted back when he was a travelling priest/exorcist, who lives in the pauldrons Komamura is always wearing. Komamura absolutely refuses to go into the depths of his mind where his dreaming soul lives because he's TERRIFIED of it. He also has to go on a little adventure about that.

Isshin has always been impulsive but willingly cutting off Engetsu to save the life of a woman he met like ten minutes ago would have been the final straw, if Isshin hadn't already. You know. Cut Engetsu off first. Engetsu (or at least, the parts of him that were still around after the events of Everything But The Rain) was SO PISSED he fused with the remains of the Hollow "White" and some dead German guy to make up a new chimera of a spirit: Zangetsu.

Kisuke Urahara has talked Yoruichi into a lot of dumb shit, but probably the worst thing was attempting his "three days to Bankai" special confrontation training. It wasn't malicious, it was more like he didn't get that it wouldn't be replicable. Urahara's zanpakuto, Benihime, is a masochist and thoroughly enjoyed Kisuke being so rough with her. Wanting his best friend and lover to succeed as well, he recommended the exercise to Yoruichi and she, trusting her best friend and lover who had never led her astray before, decided to go through with it.

The Shihouin clan is an old and noble house and until then, had a family zanpakuto- the Shihouin Blade would die with the head of each clan and reincarnate with the next, under a new name, but with the wisdom of all its previous lives.

The Zanpakuto was so incensed by the cruel and cavalier way Yoruichi was treating it during the bankai speed run that it decided to kill itself instead of serving her.

It took Kisuke days worth of frantic improvisational surgery, some hogyoku bullshit and nearly all the healing capacity of the magical hot spring in the back of the training cave to keep Yoruichi from dying. The skills he learned there served him well with the Visored and when Engetsu 'died' on isshin during his battle with White, but he couldn't fix everything - Yoruichi is only at a fraction of her previous power, and has not had a single dream since the Zanpakuto left.

Worse still, the Zanpakuto does not seem to have re-incarnated. Urahara thinks it's a blessing- they went through some pains to hide the fact that Yoruichi lost the family sword, because the clan and possibly the entire Gotei-13 would turn on her in an instant if they found out. But Yoruichi worries- it SHOULD have re-incarnated in her baby brother Yushiro, but it didn't- is it gone for real?

Or worse, did it pick a new heir to the clan that they don't know about?

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfic #Yoruichi Shihouin #Kisuke Urahara #Kenpachi zaraki #Kaname tosen #retsu unohana #Minazuki #Zanpakuto

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pazziescapism · 8 hours ago

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Break Our Ice - Chapter 3

pairing: paige x azzi

wc: 4.3k

au fic what??, figureskater!Azzi x icehockeyplayer!Paige

fake dating, just like playful banter teasing relationship to lovers, basically paige and azzi dancing around each other

a/n: chapterrrr threeee!! this chapter is kinda pretty much fluff and idk why it took me so long tbh, as always, thanks for reaching i hope u all enjoy :))

It’s in the interest of getting to know each other better that Azzi finds herself at a bar, two weeks into their fake relationship, sharing a book with Jana, Ice, and Nika. KK hadn’t been able to make it, leaving Nika slightly bored with no one around to take her mind off the pair sitting across from her.

(Azzi has a little too much pride to admit that she likes the group of them after all but can acknowledge that they aren’t the worst company she’s ever had on a weekend. Even with the occasional interrogations from Nika.)

“I have a question.” Nika says, just as Azzi takes a sip of her drink. “didn’t you say that hockey was a sport for people who were cocky and thought they were too good at skating and football so they decided they should do both at the same time?”

Azzi chokes on the alcohol going down her throat,

“Must have been someone else. I would never say that” she says, wiping her mouth. “I actually have a lot of respect for the career of..uh…hitting people with big sticks believe it or not.”

“We hit people with big sticks for money” Nika says dryly. “While I assume, from Paige’s experiences at least, that you do it just for fun.”

“You assume correctly,” Azzi says, smiling sweetly. “On an unrelated note, I’m going to take this knife and go into the car park for a minute.”

Paige’s arms wrap around her as she moves to stand. Azzi is pulled down with a yelp, one had landing heavily on the edge of the table, her ass falling directly into Paige’s lap.

“No slashing tires,” Paige says, giggling. “Nika doesn’t play when it comes to her car.”

Azzi thinks she must be flushed all the way from her chest up to her hairline, but she doesn’t move out of Paige’s lap, just shifts to ger more comfortable. “I wasn’t going to slash her tires,” she sniffs. “I was going to key her car. With a knife.”

Paige presses a kiss against the nape of her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. “No property damage.”

Azzi feels unbearably hot, the press of Paige’s chest around the curve of her spine is impossible to ignore. She’s starting to feel like she’ll have to kill someone by the end of this, even if that someone ends up being herself.

“This is a booth,” Nika says. “Are you aware we have to look at you?”

“Should have brought your boyfriend” Azzi says, red in the face and smug and spoiled.

“Im just glad your finally dating,” Jana says, halfway through the food she was previously devouring.

“Yeah” Ice agrees. “I was getting a little tired of all that flirting before and everything.”

“All that flirting?” Azzi echoes, sitting up straighter in Paige’s lap. She hadn’t started flirting with Paige until two weeks ago. “What flirting? I don’t flirt with people, they flirt with me.”

“You know,” Jana says, even though Azzi definitely does not know. Jana turns her attention to Paige who was finally paying attention to something other than the girl in her lap. “You were always talking to her, and calling her across the room, and making little jokes with each other. Every time she was there, you’d start looking for her.”

“That wasn’t- we-” Paige splutters. “I was teasing her.

“Right,” Jana says carefully, biting into another wing. “If you say so.”

“Az,” Paige says, turning determinedly to Azzi, who winces upon hearing her name called. “Explain to them that I was teasing you”

Azzi presses a kiss to her cheek placatingly. “And you were doing such a good job, baby.”

“Whatever. You guys are crazy,” Paige says, leaning back in her sea, only slightly mollified. “That’s crazy.”

They stumble out of the bar at nightfall, and Azzi has only had two drinks, but she feels drunk, nonetheless, blindingly happy with the comfort of Paige’s company, always touching, always in close contact.

As if on cue, a rough hand settling into the dip of her waist, strong arm moulding itself along her back like it belongs there. She smiles to herself, and turn to look at Paige, unable to hold back a shiver at the warm weight of her arm around her.

“Are you cold?” Paige asks immediately, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. “You should have brought a thicker jacket, or at least a scarf. Do you even own a scarf? I’ve never seen you wear a scarf.”

Azzi hasn’t even had time to say anything in defence before Paige had draped her own jacket around Azz’s shoulders. And, well, once it’s there, what’s she’s going to say? No, I’m not actually cold, please take your incredibly nice-smelling jacket back, even though like how it drapes over my shoulders? As if.

“I’m freezing actually,” she says instead, forgetting instantaneously about the discussion that the rest of their group had been having. “My hands are really cold, too.”

This is true, because Azzi’s never been gifted with great circulation. More importantly, it’s an incredibly transparent excuse to get Paige to hold her hands.

Paige seems to catch on, raising on disbelieving eyebrow at Azzi, who only bats her eyelashes, aiming for guileless and landing somewhere around pouty.

She takes Azzi’s hands anyway, and flinches as she holds them, sandwiched between hers. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding.”

“P, would I lie to you?” Azzi lilts, her eyes fixed on where their hands are joined.

“Yes,” Paige responds, and Azzi has just opened her mouth to complain, when Paige brings their hands up to her mouth, and blows on Azzi’s hands.

“I- um,” Azzi stammers, and hopes it doesn’t sound as shrill out loud as it did in her head. She’s unable to look away from Paige’s mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ right next to where she’s holding Azzi’s hands. “I resent that. What are you doing?”

Paige looks up at her through her eyelashes, her head still bent over Azzi’s hands. “This? My mom used to do this to me when I was a kid.”

“Oh,” Azzi says, slightly disoriented. “Of course.”

“Do your hands feel warmer now?” Paige asks, her mouth moving away.

The answer is no, because the instant she had started doing that, all the blood in Azz’s body had rushed straight to Azzi’s head. Mostly she feels dizzy.

“Are you guys finished?” Nika asks, considerably more irritable than she had been five minutes ago. Conversation with Jana and Ice can do that to a person, Azzi thinks, and tries to smile appreciatively at Nika.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Nika says instead of appreciating it. “It makes me feel like you’re planning something.”

“Alright, that's it,” Azzi snarls, but Paige’s still got one of her hands held captive, and she doesn’t let go. Instead, she turns her hand, until her fingers slide between Azzi’s, her thumb stroking over the back of her knuckles.

“We’re heading back now,” she tells Nika, who is watching them with fascination. “See you guys later.”

Azzi is quiet on the way back to the car, subdued into silence by the firm grip Paige has on her hand. She remembers those same hands holding her above her head, fingers interlocked as Paige had fucked her on tangled bedsheets, sweat beading on her brow.

“You know,” she says, as Paige presses unlock on her car keys, “I was just kidding about the hockey thing. I like to watch your guys’ games sometimes.”

“Trust me,” Paige says, smiling at her “I know. Your presence was noted. And loud.”

“Just letting you know,” Azzi says, her voice fading into an almost whisper. Paige is stepping closer and closer towards her, and Azzi allows herself to be backed up against the car door, her back hitting the metal gently. “So you don’t think I’m, like, a hockey hater.”

“No?” Paige hums, and she lets go of Azzi ‘s hand to cover her waist, her hands slipping down the dip, over her hips and back around to her ass. Her thumbs run in small circles over Azzi’s hipbones, slow and petrifyingly intimate. “What’s your favourite part?”

Her lips press against Azzi’s, gentle, almost timid. It’s a brush of a kiss, feather light, before pulling away. Azzi follows her instinctively, her neck straining, but Paige is already stepping away, outside of her space entirely.

“Well?” She asks, back to a normal volume, a corner of her mouth tilting upwards, and Azzi scowls.

“I like it when the other people hit you in the face,” she says, waspish. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Paige’s mouth opens and then closes again. “Jesus, you’re vulgar,” she says, half shocked and half laughing.

“I’m vulgar?” Azzi says, her own jaw dropping. “Remember when you literally told me to beg-”

Paige slams her hands over her ears, her collarbones glowing a red that’s visible even under the dim orange streetlights.

“I can’t hear you,” she says loudly.

“Oh, fine time to be embarrassed,” Azzi says, entertained beyond measure. “But not last night when I was-”

“You’re awful,” Paige interrupts, taking a hand off her ears to point an accusing finger at her. “We’re in public!”

“Oh yeah?” Azzi says, her smile stretching wider as she leans a little closer to Paige. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

“My god,” Paige says, mock scandalized or possibly real scandalized. “Who raised you?”

“Have I been-” Azzi chokes trying to hold back her own laughter enough to finish the sentence. “Have I been a bad, baby?” She manages to gasp out, her ribs aching.

Paige makes a noise that’s more feeling than word, something like ‘Gah!’, already moving to the driver’s seat of the car.

Still laughing to herself, Azzi gets in the passenger seat.

Paige complains on the way back that Azzi is unbelievable and awful, but she smiles when Azzi laughs, and her hand keeps a soft, firm grip on Azzi ‘s thigh. Azzi counts this as a victory.

She takes them both back to her apartment, and then insists on making them both tea, despite Azzi’s persistent attempts to take her clothes off.

(“I can tell you think this is sexy,” Paige tells her when Azzi sticks her hands up her shirt. “But your hands are so fucking cold. I’m a little concerned for your health.”)

Now, she’s padding around the bedroom in bare feet, packing up equipment and clothes, setting them aside in different drawers. Azzi had never thought she could be so attracted to seeing a girl do laundry.

“You are so impatient,” Paige says, watching her wiggle restlessly on the bed.

Paige’s laugh is nice, Azzi thinks helplessly, watching her throw her head back. It fills up the room, the sound of it dissolving the tension in Azzi’s shoulders.

“You’re just stalling a lot,” Azzi says, watching Paige approach the bed. “If you’re feeling tired, I can do all the work.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Paige says, so close to Azzi now, but not near enough to touch. Her lips are curving upwards in a way that makes Azzi squirm unconsciously, sparks of heat starting up in her gut and spreading.

“Paige,” she says, and then stops because Paige is taking off her shirt.

“You were so brave a minute ago,” Paige croons, peeling off that button up to reveal a white cropped tank that clings to defined muscles, highlighting the pale skin of her shoulders in a way that makes Azzi’s eyes widen. “Where’d all your big talk go?”

Azzi hates being out of control probably the most in the world, hates not knowing exactly what’s going to happen in any given situation, and still, she can’t convince herself to move from the bed. She just watches Paige approach, the bright lighting of her bedroom room buzzing softly as it dances across her figure at strange angles.

“Paige,” she says again, but she doesn’t have the will to go past that, unwilling to take any steps that will mean the broad expanse of Paige’s muscled arms moving further away from her.

Azzi’s trying to work up the nerve to place her hands on Paige’s arms, when Paige grabs her by the waist and, with a grunt of effort, shoves her off the bed.

Paige pokes her head over the edge of the bed, her smile almost impish. “What were you saying earlier?”

Azzi landed on her knees, her hands splaying against the floor automatically to brace her fall. Then she leaps back on the bed and tries to drive her elbow into Paige’s stomach.

Paige’s arms come up fast enough to deflect her but she succeeds in knocking her flat on her back, and abandons the first plan in favour of straddling her thighs and slamming a thick pillow over her face.

“Suffocate,” she crows, willing the flush that’s risen to her cheeks to go away.

Paige makes a muffled sort of yell under the pillow and Azzi presses down harder. Hands come up to land heavily on Azzi’s thighs and that’s all the warning she gets before Paige is twisting to get Azzi off her, forcing Azzi to release the pillow as her back meets the mattress, driving all the air out of her lungs.

Somewhere between trying (and failing) to judo flip Paige off the bed and trying (and succeeding) at pinning her to the mattress, Azzis realizes she’s laughing. High, shrieking breathless laughter, her cheeks warm with colour, and her lungs aching. Worse, she realizes Paige’s laughing, her smile flashing attractively, and gets a pillow to her face for her distraction.

In the end, the two of them are lying, breathing heavy, on the now dishevelled bed. The sheets are slipping off the corners, gathering under their bodies, and the thick comforter has fallen to the ground completely. Paige is spread flat on her back, head on the bed’s single remaining pillow. Azzi’s head is on top of Paige’s stomach, one arm wrapping around Paige’s waist, tracing warm skin where her shirt has risen up. Her feet dangle off the edge of the bed.

Paige’s hand nestles comfortably in Azzi’s hair, careful fingers threading gently through the strands.

"‘m cold,” Azzi mumbles, after a few minutes.

"Get the blanket then.” Paige’s words slur at the edges, a sure sign that she’s slipping into sleep, her fingers having already stilled their movement through Azzi’s hair

“Yeah,” Azzi replies, but only buries her closer into Paige’s stomach and keeps her eyes closed.

She wakes up during the night in a start and realizes that her feet have become bricks of ice. It’s only two in the morning, she thinks, staring blearily at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the bright green of its lighting giving her a headache.

Azzi closes her eyes briefly and then opens them again to Paige’s soft features, peaceful in her sleep, outlined in silver from the moonlight streaming through a crack in the curtain. She doesn’t move for a moment, fearful of waking her. She doesn’t think she would be able to hide her affection just then, rising in her barefaced and unashamed under the cover of the night.

When she moves, she disentangles herself from Paige’s body carefully, hissing at the loss of warmth, and leans over the edge of the bed, hand fumbling around on the floor to find the lost comforter.

Finding it, she pulls it and herself back up. She can’t be bothered to grab the other pillows, so she just tucks her head on Paige’s chest, under her chin and spreads the blanket over the both of them. Paige’s arm wraps around her immediately, like it’s instinct, and Azzi feels her body relax into the mattress, sleep returning to her once more.

When she wakes up again, she’s alone in Paige’s bed. The bed, like the rest of Paige’s apartment, is nauseatingly cozy. The sheets are soft in a way that suggests they’re expensive, the comforter huge and downy, pillows upon pillows piled on the bed, the mattress soft enough to sink fully into. Azzi thinks that if she opened the hall closet, she’d find extra blankets stacked, one on top of the other. The windows next to the bed are huge, sunlight streaming in through the translucent curtains, falling lightly over Azzi’s body, warming the bed.

Paige is shaking her shoulder, unconcerned about the violent thoughts Azzi is trying to send in her direction, keeping her head buried in a lump of blanket.

“I hate you,” Azzi says into the blanket. “I hate you and I wish you were dead. Consider our fake relationship terminated.”

“Boohoo,” Paige says. “Get up, I’m making breakfast.”

Azzi sticks her head out of the blankets, squinting suspiciously at Paige’s face. She looks- clean. Fresh out the shower, drops of water drying on her thin t-shirt, sweatpants hanging low around her hips.

“Breakfast?” She asks. “Like, actual breakfast? Not just coffee?”

“There’s pancakes,” Paige says. “Though I’m beginning to question if you deserve them.”

Azzi ignores the last sentence, already bounding out of bed. “Should have said that to start.”

When she steps into the kitchen, freshly cleaned and showered, wearing borrowed pyjamas, it’s to the sight of Paige’s back facing her, the smell of pancakes and syrup in the air.

Azzi can’t remember the last time someone had cooked for her that wasn’t her mother. She can’t remember the last time she had done this, let herself into another person’s house, learned their space, their routine. She toys with the image in her mind, of herself here, knowing which drawers keep the spoons, and which cabinet stores the spices. Learning the shape of Paige’s life and adjusting hers to fit within it, until it became as familiar as her own.

“Can I help?” She asks, and Paige turns around to look at her, two plates of pancakes already set out.

“You can wash some fruit,” she tells her. “There’s knives in the drawer by the sink, and berries in the fridge.”

Azzi obligingly rinses off some raspberries, and slices up a bowl of strawberries to go along with it. She finds the kettle and makes tea, finds some mugs and pours the cups- adds sugar but no milk for herself, and adds both for Paige.

Paige washes the dishes afterwards, and Azzi sits on her counter to dry them. There’s flour dried in a small patchy circle on Paige’s temple and Azzi resists the urge to press her lips to the spot.

“Come here,” she says instead, and uses her thumb to rub away the splotch, leaving slightly red skin behind, and Paige’s eyes watching her, smiling slightly.

“Stop that,” Azzi says nonsensically and pokes her finger at the indent on Paige’s left cheek.

“Can I help you?” Paige asks, and Azzi watches in fascination as her finger moves along with the motions of Paige’s mouth.

“Yes,” Azzi says. “I want to stick my tongue in it.”

It’s hard to catch Paige blushing, Azzi’s learned, but she’s also learned where to look for it, and it’s with a smug satisfaction that she watches the tips of Paige’s ears start to burn.

“Do not,” Paige says warningly.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Azzi responds.

“Heathen,” Paige says, batting Azzi’s hands away, leaving soap where she touches. “Take your sexcapades somewhere else.”

“Are you trying to seduce me by using words that you know I’ll make fun of you for using?” Azzi asks. “I didn’t realize people actually said sexcapade out loud.”

“I think you’re too easily seduced,” Paige tells her, and passes her another plate to dry.

“Oh, Azzi, you’re on the floor,” Sarah says later that day, stepping over her on her way into the changing room.

“Yes,” Azzi agrees. “I definitely am.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Not really,” Azzi says. “I think I’m getting bacteria in my hair.”

“One way you could fix that is by getting off the floor,” Sarah tells her.

Azzi shrugs, as well as she can with her back flat on the floor. “What’s a little bacteria?”

She’d meant to do this at her own house, but Kaitlyn had become increasingly comfortable with simply barging into her apartment now that Azzi had given her a spare key. Azzi didn’t have the courage to explain her emotions today. She didn’t think she even had the words.

“Yeah,” Sarah says, like this is perfectly reasonable, and possibly even understandable. “Have you tried writing your issues down? I keep a journal with my theories about the end of the world as we know it. Helps me not lie down on the floor and cry about it.”

“Really?” Azzi asks, lifting her head up to squint. “Wait, theories, plural?”

“Would you like to read it?” Sarah asks, peeling her practice shirt off of her body. She sounds almost enthusiastic, which Azzi hadn’t thought she was capable of.

She considers replying with a withering ‘no’. “Sure,” she says instead. “Does that actually help?”

“You know,” Sarah says vaguely, “sorrow on the bosom of the earth, or whatever.”

Azzi lets her head fall back on the floor with a thunk. “Totally.”

That evening, Azzi gets a text from Paige of a shaved poodle crossing the street. The picture is blurry but Azzi can make out that the dog is wearing a pink bonnet and a patterned button up pyjama shirt, its tongue hanging happily out of its mouth.

Paige💗: this is literally what you dress like

Azzi stares at her phone. Then she sighs and goes to search for a notebook.

Paige is busy the next week, as hockey season begins to take off in earnest, thrown into long practices in anticipation of the real games beginning.

“Hey,” she says to Azzi, half-asleep and sweaty under the shitty buzz of Azzi’s terrible ceiling lights. “Come to our game on Wednesday.”

“You know I have things to do right?” Azzi asks, though she isn’t sure who the token defense is for. Something a little ravenous keeps building in her whenever the two of them do this, and she’s been having a hard time pushing it down recently. “I can’t just come out to every one of your fifty million games.”

Paige presses a kiss to the curve of Azzi’s shoulder, unoffended. “Please?”

And well, Azzi thinks, what is there to say to that?

“Well,” Caroline says as Azzi approaches her ahead of the stands. “Don’t you look-”

“I have very sharp figure skates in my bag and I will throw them at your head,” Azzi warns.

Caroline raises her hands in mocking surrender. “Romantic. I was going to say romantic.”

Azzi looks down at the autographed jersey she was wearing a little larger than she would normally wear, slipping slightly over her collarbones. Paige’s name was printed across the back, right above the number 5.

KK had pressed it into her hands before the game had started with a whispered ‘trust me’ and a wink, beaming so brightly at her that Azzi hadn’t been able to refuse.

“Look,” Caroline says, apparently deciding to be unhelpful, pointing at a group of teenage girls streaming in. “You guys are matching.”

"Die,” Azzi says, unamused. “Come on, we have seats in the front.”

“Seats in the front,” Caroline says, pretending to swoon slightly. “The things you get for sleeping with the players.”

Azzi feels a little shy, unused to being so close to the front. The jersey feels strange too, bringing with it a sense of belonging that was verging on too real for the fakeness of their relationship.

It wears off.

“Bad call!” Azzi yells, almost lost in the booing around her. “Are you blind?!”

She’s not sure but she thinks Caroline is filming her.

“Someone tell Number 14 to pull her head out of her ass!” Someone jeers behind her, and only Caroline pressing her shoulder down with one heavy hand keeps her from turning around and jumping over the seats to defend Paige’s team.

“Why do I still come to these with you?” Caroline says, to no one in particular. “Do you think I’m a masochist?”

“Stop trying to curse that woman and pay attention,” her hand lowering cautiously.

“No,” Azzi says petulantly. “I hope she dies.”

She’s distracted by the sight of Paige colliding with a player from the other team, sending both of them crashing to the ground. The referee whistles, and the other player is sent to the penalty box, much to the ire of their supporters.

“Fuck off, she should’ve just watched where she was going!” The man behind Azzi yells, and Azzi swears that she just might hold the title for the most self-control.

Paige’s cheek is still sticky with sweat as Azzi presses her own against it. “You did so good,” she babbles, caught up in the rush of the game. “Holy shit, you were so impressive, that last shot- I was ready to scream-”

“Thank you,” Paige says, and sets her back down, her voice slightly muffled by how hard Azzi is pressing them together.

Paige gives in and laughs, bringing Azzi back to her with a hand on the back of her head, and Azzi goes eagerly, burying her face in Paige’s neck.

“You smell awful,” she says, but she’s smiling too hard for Paige to take her seriously, jittery with adrenaline and affection.

“Dude!” Someone calls, sounding slightly panicked, and Azzi pulls her face away from Paige with a frown-

Cameras go off in front of them, lights flashing so bright Azzi can’t see anything else for a second, the sound of clicking shutters too loud to hear anything else. When her sight readjusts, it’s just in time to see Paige jolt backwards, like she’s brushed too close to Azzi and gotten burned, her features unreadable features unreadable for a moment, before they twist into panic.

#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi #pazzi fics #paige x azzi #uconn huskies #wcbb

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thollandsgirl2013 · 1 day ago

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Hi! Can I request a Peter Parker X Stark! reader and she wants to try on Pete’s spidery suit and web shooters and he thinks she looks really good in it so he kisses her and Tony comes in and thinks they’re doing some weird type of role play?❤️

Hello there! I had so much fun writing this one! I'll probably say it turned out to be one of my favourite fics. Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy reading it too.

𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐩, 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐩

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fluff, Humor, Slight Spice, Making Out, Overprotective! Dad! Tony, Embarrassment, Light Suggestiveness.

Summary → You blackmail Peter into letting you try on his Spider-Man suit. It fits too well, leading to making out—and Tony walking in.

"Pleeeaaase, Pete?" You whined, leaning over his desk with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Peter didn’t even look up from his notes, his pen gliding across the page. "Nope."

You groaned dramatically, throwing yourself back onto his bed. "Why not?! I'm the one who worked on half of your suit!"

"Keyword: half," Peter quipped, turning his chair slightly to smirk at you. "Mr. Stark did the heavy lifting, and, oh yeah—it’s my suit."

You sat up on your elbows, pouting. "That’s not fair! I bet it would look so cool on me."

"It’s not about looking cool, babe," he said, finally turning to fully face you. "It’s dangerous tech, Y/N. The suit has all kinds of built-in features, and I don’t want you accidentally webbing yourself to the ceiling or activating instant-kill mode."

You rolled your eyes. "As if I don’t know how the tech works! I built most of it with Dad. I probably understand the suit better than you do."

Peter gave you an unimpressed look. "That’s debatable."

Frustrated, you crossed your arms. If begging didn’t work, it was time for drastic measures. You sat up, narrowed your eyes at him, and smirked. "Fine. You leave me no choice."

Peter arched a brow. "Uh-oh."

You stood up, placed your hands on your hips, and announced, "No kisses for a month."

Peter froze. "Wait. What?"

You grinned, seeing his reaction. "Yep. No kisses. No sex. No cuddles. No cute little nose nuzzles. No hand-holding. No forehead kisses. Nothing."

His jaw dropped. "That’s—That’s cruel and unusual punishment!"

You fake-sighed, placing a hand over your heart. "Well, if my boyfriend refuses to let me try on the suit that I worked on, then I guess I have no choice but to take extreme action."

Peter looked genuinely distressed now, running a hand through his curls. "That’s so unfair. You can’t just—"

"And!" You interrupted, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You’re so ungrateful! I spend hours helping you upgrade that thing, and you won’t even let me try it for five minutes?" You dramatically turned away, placing a hand over your forehead. "Oh, the betrayal!"

Peter groaned loudly. "Ugh! Fine! "

You immediately spun around, grinning. "Wait, really?"

He gave you a deadpan look. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just—just don’t break anything, okay?"

You let out an excited squeal, doing a little happy dance before rushing over to grab the suit from where he pulled it out of his closet. "This is the best day of my life!"

Peter crossed his arms, watching you with a defeated sigh. "You’re ridiculous."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately, yes."

You snickered before holding the suit up in front of you, inspecting it. The fabric was smooth under your fingers. "Ooooh, I feel powerful already."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Okay, just—put it on already before I change my mind."

You nodded and started unzipping your hoodie, shrugging it off before kicking off your sweatpants. You were left in just your bra and panties when you noticed Peter had gone completely silent.

You turned to see him staring.

Blatantly.

His lips were parted slightly, his brown eyes locked onto your figure as if he had just seen the most captivating thing in the world.

You smirked. "Pete."

No response.

You snapped your fingers. "Peter Parker, my eyes are up here."

He blinked rapidly, his face immediately flushing. "I-I wasn’t—! I was just—!"

You crossed your arms, tilting your head playfully. "Just what?"

"Admiring my girlfriend," he admitted, looking sheepish but utterly smitten.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't hide your grin. "Uh-huh. Sure, Romeo. Now turn around."

Peter huffed dramatically but turned his back to you. "You act like I haven’t seen you in less."

"Yeah, well, you don’t get to ogle while I’m trying to be Spider-Woman for the day," you quipped, stepping into the suit.

As soon as you pulled it up over your shoulders, it felt huge. The fabric sagged, the arms hung loosely, and the legs were way too long. "Oh my God, Peter, your body proportions are so weird."

He laughed. "Hey! I have a perfectly normal body proportion, thank you very much."

You pouted, looking down at yourself. "It’s so baggy! Ugh, I look ridiculous."

Peter turned around, smirking. "You could always take it off."

You shot him a look. "Nice try." Then, you pressed the spider emblem on your chest.

Immediately, the suit shrank.

The fabric adjusted perfectly to your body, molding to every curve, every inch of your skin. Your stomach, chest, legs—everything was snug.

Peter stopped mid-breath.

His eyes traveled from your legs to your ass to your chest, and suddenly, his Adam’s apple bobbed. "Uh…"

You turned to the mirror, blinking. "Oh. Damn."

The suit hugged you perfectly. The fabric stretched in all the right places, highlighting every dip and curve of your body. Your ass? Amazing. Your boobs? Fantastic.

Peter made a strangled noise.

You turned to him with a smirk. "You okay there, bug boy?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Then, without a single word, he took two long strides forward, cupped your face, and kissed you.

It wasn’t just a peck. No, Peter devoured you, his lips molding against yours hungrily. His hands found their way to your jaw and waist, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, melting into him as he pressed you against the wall. His hands started wandering—one settling on your jaw, tilting your head up, while the other slid down to firmly grab your ass.

You gasped into the kiss, breaking apart for just a second. "P-Peter—"

"You look so hot in my suit," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again, voice breathless and desperate.

You giggled between kisses. "I knew it!"

Peter groaned, nipping at your bottom lip as his hands squeezed your ass. "Not fair," he muttered, moving down to your jaw, leaving soft kisses.

You shivered, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I mean, if you wanna keep making out with me in your suit, I’m not stopping you—"

Then.

The door opened.

"Ay, kid, I need Y/N for a sec—WHAT THE HELL?!"

You and Peter immediately froze.

Your dad, Tony Stark, stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open, looking horrified.

You and Peter were practically glued together—your arms around his neck, his hands on your ass, both of you looking like deer caught in headlights.

Tony blinked. "What. The. Actual. Fuck."

"Dad!" You yelped, shoving Peter off you.

Tony raised his hands, shaking his head rapidly. "Nope. Nope. Nope. I do not wanna know why you’re in the Spidey suit and sucking face with Spiderling. I do not wanna know what kinda freaky roleplay stuff you two are into."

You turned bright red. "IT’S NOT—"

"Oh my God," Tony muttered, rubbing his temples. "I need bleach. No, I need therapy. I need Pepper."

Peter, looking about five seconds away from fainting, squeaked out, "M-Mr. Stark, I—I swear—"

Tony pointed at him. "You. Out."

Peter blinked. "But… this is my room—"

Tony turned his glare up to maximum dad mode, eyes narrowing dangerously.

Peter swallowed hard. "I'm out."

And with that, he bolted straight out of the door.

"You. Family meeting. Now."

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Kill me now."

Tony sighed, mumbling to himself as he walked away. "Why couldn't she date a nice, normal guy from down the street?"

From the hallway, Peter called out, "I am a nice, normal guy!"

You groaned again. "Oh my God, Peter, shut up!"

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glittering-darmallon · 15 hours ago

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My Rooks Part 1.: Valrys Ingellvar and Canelo de Riva

Questionnaires behind the break

Valrys Ingellvar

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Nevarra City. However, they were likely born somewhere in the Deep Roads from Orzammar to Nevarra, but they have no way of knowing.

2: What is your character's alignment? Neutral Good

3: Race and class? Dwarf Warrior

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? Does this mean where in the Lighthouse? They'd have picked up and relocated that mirror of transformation first off. They'd also likely set up shop on the second floor of the laboratory. It looked like there was enough space up there for a dwarf sized bed.

5: What emotion did they usually pick? Affable.

6: What companion are they platonically close with? Their best friends in the Veilguard were Emmrich and Taash

7: Romantically close with? Lace Harding (somewhere in the background proud cries of "That's my wife!" can be heard)

8: Who are they suspicious of? In the Veilguard? None of them. They consider them all like family. They are the kind of person to give benefit of the doubt at first. But once you lose their trust, it is gone forever. They were and are still a little suspicious of Morrigan

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? Yes, very much. They love each and every Mourn Watch member, especially their chosen parental figure VORGOTH and loves Myrna like a little sister

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope. Not only that, they can't carry a tune to save their life

11: Weapon of choice? A maul. They really liked the one named Lawrence.

12: What is their orientation? I don't know if I have the right word for it. They're genderfluid but only interested in women (they love women so much). So I'm choosing to use sapphic.

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? They like fighting but not necessarily killing. However, they understand they live in a dangerous world and it's necessary sometimes. They will try to come to a non-violent solution whenever possible.

14: What hobbies does your Rook have? They like fashion and history. And the lack of finding the clothes they want that fit them right (this is me being mad that even the robes in the game had pants) had them teaching themself how to sew and make clothes. It's my headcannon that in the future when they and Lace get married, they're making their own gown.

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? I've already mentioned Myrna and VORGOTH but they also like Viper and Antoine and Evka. It's not that they have anything against the other faction leaders, they just wouldn't want to hang out with them much. They really liked talking weather with Karash.

They did NOT like Shathan. Yes, they understand she was struggling to understand Taash's identity struggles and did the best she could, coming around in the end. But they did not appreciate her telling them that "Taash was rarely interested in men" while looking right at them (and this is when they were dressed in the most femme outfit I had access to at the time, and a full face of makeup. They were serving looks) and never apologized for that. That whole conversation made them want to break things.

And they really hated Mythal (only time I've fought her so far).

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? They love nuggalopes. It is a life dream to own one for a mount and or pet

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? Yes. They love to learn. My plan for Valrys and Lace post-game is to go on journeys to find and compile Dwarven history into a compendium

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? Killing every Venatori that dared entering the Necropolis and helping VORGOTH with the hauntings they discover

19: How do you think they'll meet their end? By trying to reason with the wrong person instead of just fighting them

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him? They reluctantly sided with him. But they weren't happy about it.

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability? Deadly ground and Reaper. That Spirit Storm ultimate was amazing

22: What languages is your character fluent in? Other than Trade? Nevarran and somewhat fluent in Orzammar Dwarven but that's self-taught and hard to practice back home (they found a book)

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis? Smash so many things.

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife? Yes. They grew up around spirits. They know there is more.

25: What specialization best represents your Rook? Reaper no question...However, if berserker had been an option....

26: What animal best represents your Rook? An elephant: Strong, smart, protective of their own, great memory and generally pleasant unless you wrong them them they're gonna remember forever and make sure future generations know about it.

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? As much as they liked it and working with the watchers, the Necropolis was starting to feel claustrophobic

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes. They were trusted with the job and they take it seriously. They have enjoyed bringing everyone together and helping people

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? They'd probably enjoy being a Veil Jumper even though they're not magical. The history they'd get to learn about would fascinate them. They would absolutely refuse to wear those outfits. "No. They do nothing for my figure. I look like a lump of mud. Absolutely not"

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

Aside from the fact they're just so good looking? I love how they just let themself feel whatever emotion it is they're feeling. They repress nothing. They're highly emotionally intelligent.

---------------- Canelo de Riva

Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Born in Seleny, moved to Treviso at approx.16

2. What is your character's alignment? Hard to say. Likely a true neutral of the "heroic neutral" variety.

3. Race and class? Elf rogue, veil ranger

4. If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? In the Wolf's Den

5. What emotion did they usually pick? Stoic

6. What companion are you platonically close with? He was bff's with Davrin and Harding (yeah I know. Why did I choose to hurt him like that?)

7. Romantically close with? Lucanis

8. Who are they suspicious of? He didn't trust Solas, Illario, and Invenci right from the get go

9. Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? For the most part. He is close with Viago and the real reason he was sent away from Treviso was for his safety. Canelo suffered a psychotic break thinking he'd found Antaam member responsible for killing his siblings and just went ham on them. Wasn't even aware of what he'd done until Viago told him. He likes Teia a lot as well. They do each other's hair.

10. Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope.

11. Weapon of choice? Longbow specifically the dauntless greatbow he named Jugular (his preferred place to shoot a target)

12. What is their orientation? Bisexual greyromantic

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? A job is a job, and being an assassin pays better than being a prostitute did.

14. What hobbies does your Rook have? He enjoys making his own arrows, including the knapping of arrowheads when he can find appropriate stone. He likes dancing and making beads for hair or jewelry too

15. What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? As stated above, Viago is very important to him, like an older brother, Teia too. But he likes Tarquin quite a lot, and they both grew up in a lower socioeconomic class. He is to no surprise no big fan of Illario. "I don't care if he's like your brother, mio cuore. He tried to kill you, had you imprisoned in a place where they tortured you. I am never going to like him." He is also no fan of the First Warden

16. Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? Dracolisks. He thinks they're awesome. "Lucanis, if you were ever thinking about getting me an extravagant gift...get one of these."

17. Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? He is the kind of guy who would have been happy earning an honest living as a hunter and continuing to raise his little brother and sister and being left alone, but life had other ideas. Adventuring really isn't for him.

18. What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? He'd love to say still working for the Crows, but he is fairly sure Viago would have made him find other work outside Treviso. It was clearly not doing his mental health any favors, and the city was slowly killing him

19. How do you think they'll meet their end? Likely the way most Crows seem to. In a power grab

20. Would they side with Solas or fight him? Oh he fought him. Every tragedy in Canelo's life could be traced back to Solas giving Corypheus that orb.

The orb explodes and opens the breach

Demons pour out of fade rifts

His parents are killed by demons on their way to Treviso to collect a shipment of spices to sell at their store.

Canelo is too young and doesn't have the brain for running the store, and it goes under. He and his two year old twin siblings lose the house and end up living in a hunter shack in the Tellari Swamps near Seleny. They do okay for about 2 years

Zenzera gets sick, and Canelo has to sell everything but the clothes on their backs and steal the rest of the gold to get them to a special healer in Treviso.

He cannot find a safe job that will let him bring a pair of four year olds along with.

Ends up becoming a sex worker to feed them, but never makes enough to get them off the street

A noble who had been tossed from the brothels for being too violent with the workers their decides to just quit paying for it and assaults Canelo.

This noble that Canelo kills in self-defense was Viago's contract. This results in Canelo joining the Crows.

The three of them are doing okay for a while.

Then the Antaam, who broke away from the Qun after the events of Tresspasser (Thanks again, Solas) invade Treviso.

Antam raid the market where Zenzera and Zafferano are shopping with some fledglings and are killed.

Canelo falls into a spiral of depression, PTSD, and heavy drinking until the above mentioned psychotic break happens and he snaps, killing those two dozen Antaam and wrecking the big plan that had been in the works.

ERGO- SOLAS AND HIS PERPETUAL FAILURES RUINED CANELO'S LIFE. THEREFORE, THERE WAS NO PEACEFUL RESOLUTION TO SOLAS' STORY.

21. What is your Rook's favorite ability? Hurricane of Blades and Storm's Path

22. What languages is your character fluent in? Trade obviously, but Antivan and Rivaini with conversational knowledge of Qunlat and Tevene. He's fairly good at picking up languages. Davrin and Bellara teach him Elvhen when they can.

23. What do they do after an absolute crisis? Go hide on the island with the laser that is floating above the Lighthouse Courtyard and have a good breakdown where no one can see it.

24. Does your character believe in the afterlife? He wants to, but he's afraid that if it's real, he'll go somewhere other than where his family is. Or if he finds them, they will hate him for the choices he made in life

25. What specialization best represents your Rook? He took Veil Ranger, because it was bow focused, and that suits him just fine

26. What animal best represents your Rook? Jaguar- Quiet until they're not, death from above, solitary, master of tactical retreat (Canelo's tactical retreats come when his emotions are too big for him and he needs a safe place to hide and process them)

27. What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? See the answer to number 20. It wasn't all bad. The first few years with the Crows were great. For the first time in over 5 years they all had enough to eat. When Canelo became a full Crow, he quickly earned a name for himself for being quick and efficient from far away, his contracts never even knowing he was there. Once the Antaam invaded though, it all fell apart

28. Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes, but he'd really rather not be the leader. Someone has to do it though

29. If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? He'd make a good Shadow Dragon.

30. What's your favorite thing about your Rook? He's resilient. He's been served a tragedy buffet and yet, still going. Plus, underneath the stony and or sad exterior he's a lovable person who will lavish his loved ones with affection. Even ones who would REALLY rather he didn't (Viago).

Rook Questionnaire

inspired by @cassieuncaged's BG3 Character Development Questions but for Rook instead!

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

5: What emotion did they usually pick?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

19: How do you think they'll meet their end?

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

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