#everyone to questions or asks others to question get ignored or swiped away

[nutmeggery]

there was no true "phone bad message"

the people live in their own personal bubble, choosing who to interact with, who listen to, they refuse to look outside their bubble, they take directions from their personal bubble, even their city is in a bubble! a 'pure' society. It's about the racism, the colonialism, the indoctrination of the new generation to uphold the beliefs of their society.

[suksatoru]

satoru gojo drabble ୭🥡✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

╰┈➤ husband!gojo x wife!reader ೃ⁀➷

ೄྀ ࿐ fluff, established relationship ˊˎ

HUSBAND SATORU, who is always showing you off with the cheesiest smile on his face - proud to walk around and let everyone know that he belonged to an absolute gem. He never failed to let it be known exactly who he was so deeply in love with - finding so many ways to make a conversation about you whenever he was getting bored with someone

HUSBAND SATORU, who is always making sure to get your order corrected when an employee messes it up. He's ignoring your protests to ignore the small mistake as his voice catches the attention of everyone in the cafe. His demanding demeanor calling out a stern "Hey! My wife asked for no pickles in her sandwich!" , only causing you to slump in your seat as you shake your head with a laugh, ensuring the people near your table that you had no idea who that insane man was.

HUSBAND SATORU, who loves spending time simply cuddling with you. It was his favorite thing in the world - where the two of you would talk about anything and everything in each others embrace - from baby names to which one of you could stuff the most marshmallows in your mouths - spoiler alert, he won this competition with an alarming record of 11 marshmallows.

HUSBAND SATORU, who spoils you crazy. He'll bring back more presents that he can carry when returning from missions, the two of you staying up till midnight and satisfying your sweet tooth's with the delicious treats he'd bought for you guys. From diamonds to paper hearts, he always brings home something for you. It wasn't the gifts you loved the most - it was Satoru's excited smile as he presented them to you.

"Oh I know you're going to love this one." He teased, pushing his blindfold from his eyes to reveal the playful gleam in his eyes "Ok, ok. Show me, Toru!" You laughed, leaning forward with anticipation dancing in your eyes as he pulled a doll out - one sporting a very familiar face... You immediately cover your smile with your perfectly manicured fingers (the one's he'd insisted you get, his card swiping and paying for them right after you were done, the color of your nails matching the exact shade of his eyes) "Toru, did you get me a doll with your face on it?" You questioned, looking at the doll with a breathtaking smile that made Satoru swoon at the mere sight "Sure did, princess. Just a little thing to remind you of me when I'm away." He said, carefully placing the doll in your hands as you cradled it with a laugh that had his eye's crinkling with laughter and love.

HUSBAND SATORU, who can only let his guard down around you, his strong facade crumbling when he find's your arms wrapping around him. Your encouragement and loving words being the thing to give him the strength he needs to stay standing. You were his solace, his home and love that simply could not be replaced. Your love was rooted so deeply inside of him, your heart practically imprinted onto his.

[to-the-stars8]

The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

In Bruise We Trust

The sun beat down mercilessly, and the only solace you and the kids could find was in the cool waters of the pool and under the shade of the gazebo. Sweat slicked the back of your neck even though you had spent most of the time in the shade. With your sunglasses pushed to the tip of your nose, you squinted past the glare and caught sight of the dark bruise across Dick’s back. It was an ugly, deep purple with black edges, about the size of a softball, and stark against his sun-kissed skin.

You finished rubbing the last of the sunscreen into Duke’s shoulder before giving his arm a gentle pat. “Go on, Sunshine,” you told him as Alfred beckoned him over to the pool. Happily, he skipped along. 

Standing, you called Dick over. “You need some more sunscreen, hun.”

Looking back at the pool momentarily, you knew he was considering ignoring you, but decided against it at the last second. As he entered the shade, you took off your sunglasses to get a better look at him. There was a flush on his cheeks, and beads of sweat were already rolling down his temples. He had just finished running around the yard, kicking around a soccer ball, before noticing everyone beginning to get into the pool. So, it was no surprise he was anxious to take a dip into the cool, clear water.  

“Turn around,” You ordered, squirting some of the sunscreen into your hand. He did so wordlessly, and you finally saw the bruise up close. It looked far worse than you imagined. It took up a good chunk of the right side of his back and looked to be in the vague shape of a shoe. Gently rubbing sunscreen on it, you stopped when he winced. 

“Wanna tell me how you got the bruise?” You asked, moving to his shoulder. 

Dick shook his head, but answered anyway. “Some guys were fucking with me at the park yesterday—I got ‘em, though.”

The story was believable since he had gone to the park the day before to catch up with friends from school. Yet, something about it felt off. There was some truth in what he said, but a lie was hidden there, too. 

“Have you told your father?” You turned him around so he was looking at you. Swiping a bit of the lotion on his cheeks, you quietly told him to rub it in. 

Dick snickered, but did as he was told. “I’m fine.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” You pointed out. 

After a second, he finally said, “Yes, he knows.”

Pursing your lips, you pondered on whether you should pry more from him before deciding not to. He was too likely to clam up. “If someone bothers you again, you come to me or Bruce, you understand?”

“Yes, Nan,” He said with a little smile. Finally, you told Dick to go and he took off towards like a dog off a leash. 

There was a splash followed by some complaints from Cassandra and Tim. Duke was still being coaxed into the pool by Alfred, who held Damian on his hip. Jason sat on the lounge chaise on the other side of the gazebo, sunglasses on his face as he read yet another book. He was still reeling from a sunburn he had gotten the week before. 

With a sigh, you moved to help Alfred. Duke, still wary, clung to the pool's steps, worried about getting swept away. You settled beside him, squirting water with a toy shark, just as you caught Tim pressing his hand directly into Dick’s bruise. 

Dick howled and spun, smacking Tim across the face.

Immediately, you stood and, at the top of your lungs, yelled, “Out of the pool, now!”

Though you'd only meant Tim and Dick, everyone froze, then clambered out: Alfred, Cassandra, Damian—all of them. You stayed rooted at the edge of the pulse, racing. Tim and Dick stopped before you, the younger boy sobbing. 

“Come here,” You cooed, pulling Tim toward you. Dick rolled his eyes, about to stalk off, before you grabbed his arm. “You okay, hun?”

Dick could be aggressive now and then, but he didn’t often resort to such a violent reaction towards his siblings. The usual shove was expected and met with the usual reprimand. This, on the other hand, was instinctive. Like, he hadn’t expected it to be Tim, but rather someone else. 

He seemed surprised you asked. Quietly, he said, “Yeah, Nan.”

“Take a seat for a minute, cool off, then we’ll talk, okay?" It wasn’t a suggestion so much as a gentle command. With Tim clinging to your side, sobbing into your swimsuit, now wasn’t the time to unpack Dick’s reaction. Without a word, he obeyed, flopping down beside Jason on the lounge chair and swiping the soda from his hand like it belonged to him.

Kneeling beside him, you gently tilted Tim’s face toward the light, inspecting the red mark blooming on his cheek. It would bruise, no doubt, but thankfully, it wasn’t serious. You leaned in to press a soft kiss to the tender spot, and his sobs began to ease into quiet, hiccuping whimpers.

“I know it hurts, sweetheart. But you’re going to be okay,” you murmured, brushing Tim’s damp hair back from his face as you lifted your hand to wave Alfred over. The older man approached swiftly but paused a respectful distance away, waiting for your cue.

“You’re going to go with Alfred now, alright?” you told Tim gently. “He’ll fix you up with some ice for that cheek. I bet he has a nice, cold popsicle with your name on it. How does that sound?”

Tim gave a small nod, his big blue eyes still glossy but no longer spilling tears. You smiled warmly, pressing one more kiss to his cheek before nudging him toward Alfred with a tender hand.

As they crossed the yard together, Tim’s hand in Alfred’s, they passed Bruce emerging from the house. He slowed, concern flickering across his face as he checked in on his son, exchanging a look with you that said plenty. Then he moved to join the rest of the group under the gazebo. 

You stayed by the pool for a moment longer, taking a deep breath to get your emotions in check. Mr. Wayne, dressed in a fine charcoal grey suit, had just returned from a board meeting. Earlier that morning, he had seemed annoyed about having to leave his kids on a Saturday, but now he was like a man in heaven.

Finally, you made your way over. 

When Bruce noticed you, his eyes scanned over every inch of your body like he was trying to see through your bathing suit. You felt a mixture of emotions in response: pride and intimidation. You’d never admit it out loud, but the blue one-piece you wore had been chosen with him in mind. It hugged the swell of your breasts and hips in just the right way. It was flattering without being overt, modest enough to pass for casual, but unmistakably intentional.

"Hello, Nan." The words came out low and warm, a private note in a public place. 

“Hello, Mr. Wayne.”

You forced yourself to shift your focus away from Bruce and back to Dick, who was still sulking beside Jason. With a steady breath, you walked over and pulled him to the side, speaking softly. You told him that while you understood why he reacted the way he did, hitting someone shouldn't be the first solution to a problem. Thankfully, he didn’t argue, and you were able to leave it at that.

Seconds later, Tim appeared with a red popsicle in his hand.

“Wait, I want a popsicle,” Cassandra exclaimed the second she saw it.

Duke added, “Me too!”

Tim looked back toward the house, then to his siblings. “Alfred gave it to me.”

Bruce, sensing the uprising before it could truly begin, spoke up. “Alright, everyone can have one.”

In an instant, the kids bolted toward the house, but you quickly reached out and caught Tim and Dick by the arm before they could vanish with the others.

“Hold on, you two,” you said firmly. “You need to apologize to each other.”

Both boys blinked. “What?” they echoed in disbelief.

You shook your head, glancing at Mr. Wayne, who watched on, before saying, “You both had a part in what happened. Dick, you need to apologize for hitting Tim. And Tim, you need to apologize for touching his bruise. You knew that would hurt.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Tim insisted. 

You gave him a look and put your hands on your hips. “Tim, if you're going to lie, at least try a little harder. I saw you.”

Tim's shoulders slumped as he stared down at the ground, his popsicle forgotten in his hand. After a moment, he peeked up at his brother through long lashes. “I’m sorry I touched your bruise and hurt you.”

You looked at Dick expectantly. He crossed his arms and muttered, “ Thank you…I’m sorry I slapped you.”

Relieved, you let out a soft sigh, the tension under the gazebo finally beginning to ease. “Good. You boys go join the others, I need to talk to your father.”

That, apparently, was enough to draw Bruce’s full attention. His posture shifted ever so slightly, his eyes following the boys as they sprinted off toward the house. You sat on one of the lounge chairs. Bruce followed suit, settling into the chair across from you, his expression unreadable. Somehow, not being able to know what he was thinking made it hard to think. 

“Everything okay, Nan?” He asked. 

You shook your head, exhaling through your nose. “Bruce, I’m worried about Dick.”

His brows drew together slightly. “Why?” 

You hesitated, struggling to find the right words. There was no accusation in your tone, just concern, wrapped slightly in maternal instinct. As your thoughts swirled, your hand moved absentmindedly to your knee, brushing away a smudge of imaginary dust on the bare skin. 

Still, you kept your eyes on your leg rather than his face as you said softly, “Dick’s bruise, he said he told you about it.” Bruce nodded when you looked at him for confirmation, so you continued, “I don’t think he’s telling the whole truth. When he hit Tim, he seemed almost…scared.”

For a moment, Bruce’s face went completely still, almost stone-like. The sudden absence of emotion caught you off guard. You had just shared a genuine concern about his child, hinted at the possibility of something darker, and yet nothing. No flash of anger, no flicker of worry or grief. Just silence, unsettling in its neutrality.

“Bruce?” You reached over to touch his knee. 

His eyes dropped to your hand before finally meeting yours. He didn’t speak right away, not until you withdrew your touch. “Don’t worry about it.” His voice was calm but distant.

You narrowed your eyes, not angry, but not convinced either. “There’s something you’re not telling me,” you said gently. You could see it in his eyes. Like you had told Tim, if he was going to lie, he could have tried a little harder. 

Bruce stood, offering you a smile that felt a little too fake. “Nan, it’s fine. I’ll talk to him.”

And just like that, he turned and walked toward the house, leaving you under the shade of the gazebo.

It wasn’t enough. You knew it. But for now, you tried—tried—to let it go.

[tojisun]

“shopping for your brother?”

you trip at hearing the question, your lips parting in surprise as you whip to look at the clerk. she blinks at you amidst her own shock before turning her eyes down to your hands where a faux fatigued boonie dangled between your pinched fingers.

you watch as she glances back at you before shooting a look towards simon, having seen the two of you walk in together. he’s standing on the far side of the shop, attracting electric looks from everyone – you couldn’t even blame them because even your mouth is watering at the sight that he makes.

still, the insinuation that you couldn’t possibly be simon’s partner stung. forgotten insecurities are rising once again, rippling against the quiet elation that once filled you up.

“um,” you begin, clearing your throat at hearing your voice brokenly taper off. “it’s for, uh, my boyfriend.”

the clerk stares at you for a second before her cheeks fill up with red, the blush descending from her forehead to her neck.

“bloody hell,” she utters. “i’m so sorry.” she scurries away after that, disappearing into their storage room where you think she’s going to stay until you and simon leave.

and you’re willing to do just that. you drop the boonie and walk towards simon, trying to ignore the bitterness that is stinging in the back of your throat. simon uncrosses his arms – tattoos and muscles obscured by the expanse of paper bags that he insisted he pay and carry for you – and holds his hand out for you to take. you look at it, hesitating, before you shake your head and walk out on your own.

you can’t hear him follow you but you know he is there, quiet in his assessment of both the surroundings and of what happened to make you upset. you blink the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, trying to hide your distress as much as you can.

but it is futile because the next thing you know, simon’s pulling you away from the busy stretch of the mall and into an obscured exit point with dim lights and narrow halls. he drops the bags onto the floor before tugging on your wrists with firm gentleness.

“what happened?” his voice is gruff but worry is evident in his tone.

“it’s nothing,” you say, sniffing. “just tired.”

he hums, and you know that he doesn’t believe you. you sigh, turning away from him as you mutter, “i dunno why you like me.” you chew on your words, hoping he wouldn’t understand. but you feel him stiffen before you, his back tensing like he is preparing for a fight.

you know he is angry – not at you. never at you. and seeing his protective nature spark up just at the mere mention of your insecurity makes your lips wobble, your eyes blurring as tears pool once again.

you hear him let out a sharp curse before he’s pulling you in his embrace, tucking your head under his chin and engulfing you in his arms. he’s so big and all muscles, but he’s so, so warm. you nuzzle your cheek on his chest, letting out a content sigh when you feel his lips press on the top of your head.

“you know that i love you, don’t you, sweetheart?” simon asks, thinly-veiled desperation curling at his words.

you nod, shy all of sudden. he clicks his tongue.

“use y’r words, love.”

you peer up at him, your pouty lips quivering into a small smile at meeting his intense gaze, his beautiful eyes tracking the details of your face like he can’t get enough of you.

you see simon’s reverence and feel your heart melt.

“yeah,” you finally reply, swiping your tongue on your chapped lips and feeling your cheeks warm up at the way his eyes zeroed in on the action. “i know it well, si.”

he grunts before he is bending forward to press his lips over yours, your eyes fluttering close to savour the kiss. he is gentle as he guides you through it, prompting you to part your lips just enough for him to deepen the kiss – tongues swiping against each other and soft moans being engulfed by both of you.

you are panting by the time he pulls away, his eyes dilated in pleasure. you wonder if you look just as debauched, just as desperate for more.

“wanna take this somewhere else?” simon murmurs, just the sound of his grave voice already making you tremble.

you scramble to say yes, your words lilting together in your excitement. simon chuckles and presses a quick kiss on your lips before he’s picking up the shopping bags and herding the two of you out.

[kashimos-hajime]

—drawing straws | s.r.

summary: "maybe it’s because i dated so many people that i’m jaded."

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

a/n: sorry for the delayyyy academic hatred still going strong! | part of the undateable series

masterlist

They draw lots on who has to walk you home. Between Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima. Kosaku’s left with his girlfriend, and you sit on the steps to the gym, watching as Aran sighs, mixing up the straws behind his back.

“Sorry,” the ace calls over to you, and you shrug, holding your bag to your chest. “It was Atsumu’s idea.”

“’S not my fault we stayed so late this time,” the boy grumbles, throwing a pinned glare at Suna. You rest your chin on your forearms, peeking at him. He stands with his back to you, sports jacket half-falling out of his duffel bag, and he adjusts the strap on his shoulder as Aran orders them to close their eyes.

“Alright. Take your pick.”

They pick their straws as you stand, brushing off your skirt and walking over to them, peeking between Atsumu and Suna. The boys open their eyes, and Gin’s jaw drops as they compare straws. His is the shortest.

You meet his eyes. He smiles nervously. You press your lips together in a thin smile.

“Sorry, Gin.”

“It’s okay.” He runs his thumbs along the undersides of his backpack straps. “We should get going.”

“Okay.” You brace yourself, though, ignoring the sinking feeling you had. It makes you realize you had hoped it’d be someone else. Out of the group of four, you had a two in four chance to draw someone you were close to. Aran pats your head, wishing you a goodnight before heading to where Kita waits, staring at the trees, and you follow his gaze.

As if feeling your stare, the captain waits, and he offers a smile. Lifts a hand to wave. It's all the invite you need. You walk towards him instead, ignoring the second years speaking amongst themselves.

“Do you have a lot of homework?” Kita asks politely. “I apologize for running practice so late today.”

“It’s okay.” You wave it away, smiling.  “I’m used to it now.”

“If you ever need a day off, don’t hesitate to let me know.” 

You open your mouth but Aran slings an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Our hard working manager taking a day off? Doesn’t sound like her.” You shrug his arm off, rolling your eyes. Aran's voice twinges with faux pain. “Ouch. Fine, if you want us gone, we should get going anyway. Shinsuke and I have a biology quiz tomorrow to study for.”

“Mhm. Okay.” They depart as your classmates catch up, and you turn to Gin again. A faint flush colours his cheeks, even through the darkening dusk light shadowing their faces. A pang of sympathy swells, and you tug at your shirt absently. “Now that they’re gone, you don’t have to walk with me. I won’t tell Aran.”

“What?” Osamu objects. “No. I’ll walk with you if Gin doesn’t wanna.”

“It’s late,” you argue.

“You’re a girl, kuri-kuri,” Atsumu retorts.

“So, what? I’ve walked that way a hundred times before.”

“I really don’t mind,” Ginjima insists.

“We drew straws for a reason,” agrees Osamu.

“Seriously, guys—”

“I can walk her.” Everyone goes silent. Looks to the figure standing just a small distance farther out in their circle. Suna stands there, swiping through his phone, and when no one answers, he looks up with a small frown. “It’s on my way. All of you live in the other direction.”

You frown. Osamu’s hand hovers near yours, and you turn to look at him. He arches an eyebrow in silent question. 

“Okay,” you say aloud, turning to meet his gaze. His eyes catch the moonlight. It reminds you of a silver coin spinning through the air. A game of chance. You wonder if you flipped a coin on whether or not Suna will bring up the fact that you rejected him when you’re left alone with him, what you would hope the answer would be. Surprise flickers through his face. You reach to adjust his jacket so that it won't fall out of his bag. His stare is heavy and hot against your wrist, but you ignore it. Ignore the way your throat dries. The way your heart pounds. “Let’s go, then.”

.

The walk along the road is done in dead silence. The air prickles against your arms, awkward and heavy in your chest, and you stare dolefully at the set of Suna’s shoulders as he walks half a step in front of you. Words bumble around in your mouth, a pathetic attempt of stringing some sort of conversation starter trying to pull itself out of your mouth, but you clutch your bag strap tighter and stop yourself.

It would be entirely embarrassing if he had no idea what you were talking about. Or didn’t care. And knowing Suna, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.

How can he not care about that? You wonder, bewildered. If I asked someone out, I would agonize over their answer no matter what it was.

“Where do you live anyway?”

You start, blinking. Suna hasn’t turned back, but his voice nearly shocked you half to death. “Awaji Island,” you answer. 

“Awaji Island?”

You nod. “I take the bus and train home almost every day.”

Bewildered, Suna’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why do you live there and go to school here?”

“Because I used to live in Nishinomiya, but I had to go back to Awaji Island with my family to take care of my grandfather. I grew up there, so it’s not too bad, and it’s a really pretty place, but with volleyball practices, and you know, not to complain about anything, but—”

“It’s why you’re so time-conscious.”

“Mhm. I don’t want to miss a train and have to call someone to come get me.”

“Why don’t you ever stay at the Miya’s place? You seem close enough with ‘em.”

“Osamu offered,” you admit, “but I don’t want to bother them. We used to be closer when we were kids, but now, it just feels weird sometimes.” He nods, and you look down at the asphalt beneath your feet. The silence again. A root of frustration crawls across your chest. If he wanted to talk, he never had trouble making you do so. You're also more than aware forcing the conversation is more painful than the quiet, but this... this unwavering silence digs underneath your skin. Like Suna expects you to speak and entertain him, and you're his little puppet doing it anyway, except he hasn't ever said anything like that. Never done anything to suggest it. Guilt replaces your every fibre. Suna isn't the guys you've dated. You don't need to conform to what he wants.

At length: “Atsumu and I used to be closer, you know. Can you believe that?”

“I thought he pissed you off.”

“He does. But I was friends with him first.” You inhale, your chest strangely tight and it feels so painful you think you might choke. It surprises you, that feeling that attacks you on this late night with a boy who is barely a friend. A boy who asked you out. 

You immediately snap your mouth shut, letting that ache fester in your chest instead.

“You’re better friends with Osamu.”

“Atsumu and I had a fight,” you inform. “And neither of us ever got over it.”

“What could you have fought over as children that you still hold a grudge over?” Suna snorts, arching an eyebrow.

“I don’t hold a grudge,” you reply. “Everything just changed. Doesn’t that just happen?” You glance at him. “One day, someone decides something feels awkward, and talking about it is hard, so we just don’t.”

“Is that supposed to be about me?”

“You asked me out, and I’ve been ignoring you. You tell me.” Stopping, you wait until he stops too and stare at him. When pale green eyes meet yours, you feel a shiver shoot down your spine and heat rush to your head, but you stand your ground. “Is it awkward for you?”

“We’re in the same homeroom. Every day, you've always said good morning to me, but since last Wednesday, suddenly I’m a stranger.” He hums thoughtfully. “Or, maybe it’s more like I don’t exist.” You chew on your cheek, looking away with a knotted brow and Suna’s voice is laced with amusement when he speaks. “I asked you out and you said no. I’m already over it. Seems like you’re having trouble, though.”

"I... I am not." You completely are. He turns back around, walking further down the street, and you clench your jaw, dissatisfied. "Suna, wait. I wasn't done asking you questions."

"Is this a job interview?"

No, you think stubbornly. The answer felt hollow, practiced. That's all. You can't let that go. “Suna Rintarou.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore than you do,” he complains, but you cut him off, stopping in a circle of streetlight.

“Was it a dare?” His footsteps pause. You don’t dare look at him, and hug yourself tightly, refusing to move. The squirming in your heart makes you feel a little nauseous, and you try to ignore it, but the more you try, the more you feel it. That nagging that something’s wrong. You never ignore your gut, and it is screaming at you that everything about Suna is trying to trick you. You don’t know why, but you can’t shut up around him, and that’s trouble. It’s a warning siren deafening your thoughts. “Asking me out. Was it a dare?”

A beat. “It wasn’t a dare,” he says slowly. 

“Then why?”

“Why did I ask you out?”

“Yes. You don’t… you don’t do that. You’ve never asked anyone out before, and you’ve never said yes to anyone who asked you out. A lot of girls have. I know they have.” Your eyes meet his. Your heart starts skidding when you notice his expression. One eyebrow arched, chin slightly tilted. He looks so… unamused. It irritates you, makes you want to scream. You’re an idiot. Why would you even tell him that? To prove that you’re just as obsessed with drama as everyone else? “If you start saying something about how school gossip is petty, and boring, and entirely untrue, I know, but—”

“You’re beautiful.”

Your jaw snaps shut. 

His hands slide into his pockets, and he shrugs.

“I asked because you’re beautiful, and I wanted to.”

“There are other pretty girls,” you argue weakly. Jisun, and Mina, and Chiya from Class 5, and Izumi, who Suna had rejected right in front of you months back. 

“Pretty, sure,” he agrees, but does not elaborate further, and you frown. The corner of his lip curves up. “Look. You need to get on that train. I want to go home. We don’t have to talk about this anymore.”

“But—”

“Unless you want to go out with me.”

Your protest dies, and you open and close your mouth repeatedly like some broken animatronic. Suna breaks out into an amused smile, eyes squinting with the smugness of the devil, and you pull your lips into a tight line, looking away. 

“I’m just kidding.”

But his voice is softer, warmer. You peek at him under your eyelashes, and the way he watches you, the way his eyebrows and lips move into an incredibly fond expression, makes your face heat up.

“C’mon,” he murmurs in that same quiet voice. “Let’s go.”

He waits for you to catch up, and when they walk, their elbows keep brushing. You try not to stare, but you can’t help it. Whatever he’s thinking isn’t privy to you, but either way, you wish you knew. 

You lean in. “You know what they call me, right?”

“It’s a stupid nickname,” he answers, waving a hand lazily. “No one’s ‘undateable.’”

“Says the boy who’s never had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, says the boy who doesn’t want one, either.”

“You don’t?” Cocking your head, you try to gauge his expression but as he faces forward, it’s infuriatingly placid. “Why not?”

“Because I have school, and volleyball. I don’t have time.” He shrugs. “And I just don’t want one.”

“I see.”

“How about you?”

"Hm?"

“Why do you date so many people?”

You flinch. “Because I want to.”

“Sure.” He doesn’t sound convinced.

“And,” you continue, “because I just… I don’t know. I just want it. Love, that is. I want to be loved the way girls are in books and movies and shows. Is that so bad?”

“Maybe not,” he says. “But considering your pool is a bunch of high school boys, I’d say your standards are a little too high.”

You nod. It had been something of a conclusion you’d drawn yourself. Either way, swearing off dating had been the right choice. The peace you’ve had since has been unparalleled.

“That’s why I don’t want a boyfriend right now,” you find yourself telling him. “I’m sorry I rejected you so harshly.”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Why would I not mean it?”

“I don’t know. Because people never say what they mean.”

“Don’t you sound a little jaded for someone who dates so many people?”

“Maybe it’s because I dated so many people that I’m jaded,” you tease. He scoffs, but he’s smiling again, and you internally cheer. You count it as a win. “But you think so?”

“Think your romanticism is warranted?” he asks. “No. I think it’s stupid. But you’ll find someone who has that same stupid idea because they want the same kind of love. Because that’s who they are.” Finally, his gaze meets yours. “Not because they want to date the hot girl.”

When they reach the train station, Suna pats your head. Through the station, the announcement of the incoming trains warns you of your time slipping away.

“Don’t miss the train,” he tells you. “See you tomorrow.” 

“Okay. See you.”

He nods, before turning and beginning to walk the way the two of them came. You frown, calling after him.

“I thought you said this was on your way.”

Suna glances over his shoulder. “Get home safe.”

A half-hearted wave. He doesn’t look back. 

Your shoulders fall, and your lips part as the realization sinks in. Looking down at your wallet, you clutch the leather tighter in your fists before spinning around and running down the steps to do as he ordered, shoes tapping on the tile.

Suna Rintarou is dashed from your mind as you slip between the doors of the train, catching your breath.

Wait… 

But if he doesn’t want a girlfriend… why did he…

You let out a groan of frustration, finding a seat on the train and resting your head against the window. You just can’t understand him.

[cherrys-muses]

you’re now entering theater 8!

NOW PLAYING; THE NIGHT I LOOKED AT YOU.

🍿 order; sugar rush!

🎟️ ticket; fantastic four.

content warning; this is probably most definitely ooc!johnny since the movie hasn’t been out — but since he’s in the trailer more i tried to characterize him the best i could! there’s only slight angst (if you squint) and a bunch of fluff, a bunch of laughing, and a bunch of i love you’s an; the movie isn’t even out yet and i love johnny 🩷 and everytime i see hate on a post about the movie, a piece of me dies because i just KNOW joseph is going to nail the role without a doubt and then everyone is going to act as if they didn’t complain about who was cast!

You sway slightly to the music, eyes dancing over the couples who dance with one another — the women in their best dress and new heels and the men in their finest, pressed suits and golden or silver cuffs that match the women’s jewelry. 

Your heart skips a bit at the sweet thought, a small smile pulling at your lips. Fingers wrapping around your flute of champagne, you bring the crystal glass to your lips, taking a small sip. 

The Baxter Building was nothing short of beautiful or glamorous — even the glass that had been cleaned today and the polished floors sparkle and shine from the lights and camera flashes.

It was Sue’s birthday, something Reed wouldn’t ignore, no matter how many times Sue had begged for it not to be a big deal. 

Inviting close friends and co-workers for a night out, Ben had helped you with the cake — vanilla with strawberry frosting, and there was a radio that had been playing loud enough for everyone to hear, luckily. Reed had been sure to stand by Sue’s side all night, never once parting from her. The sight of them, so in love, pulls a smile from you. 

Their love radiates in strong waves. Something you couldn’t ignore.

Your eyes drift away from the two, landing on the table that had been filled with food. Lifting your brow, a certain blonde catches your attention, making you push from the counter and make your way over. You're silent as you approach. 

The blonde in question is clueless to your approach, eyes glancing every which way before his fingers swipe some of the icing from the side and licking it from the pad of his fingertip. 

“Johnny Storm,” He jumps, quickly turning. Your eyes narrow at him. “Why did you do that? You know other people are wanting a slice of cake.” 

“You look beautiful.” He smiles. 

“Johnny,” You give him a look. “You can’t work that charm on me. Don’t stick your fingers into food that others will be eating!” 

He rolls his eyes but a smile tugs at his lips. “I think it’s so cute when you get all bossy on me,” He steps closer, a hand coming up to squeeze gently at your cheeks, causing your lips to slightly pucker. He presses a kiss to them. “Why do you think I do exactly what you tell me not to do?” He grins softly. 

Your cheeks burn slightly from his attention, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.” You mumble. 

“And you love me.” 

You take a sip of champagne once his hand pulls from your cheek, letting out a small hum. “That could be debatable,” He narrows his eyes at you, causing a small laugh to leave your lips. “Yes. I do love you — very much.” 

He smiles then, gentle, warm, loving. His fingers brush your own, gently pulling the glass from your grasp. He takes his own sip of the bubbly drink, making a slight face. You giggle again, a hand reaching out to grasp at his side to keep you on your feet. “Oh, God. That stuff is disgusting,” He mutters. 

You’re now thinking that maybe the burn to your cheeks isn’t from Johnny’s gentle fingers, but the third disgusting champagne that you had, that’s now in his hands that he examines. You step closer into his space and Johnny doesn’t mind at all. 

“How do you drink this?” 

“I could ask you the same question about beer,” You mutter, pressing a kiss to his cheek leaving behind a lingering, maude print. “But I let you enjoy it.”

He lets out a small snort, placing it down on the table before looking at you fully. His head has to slightly lean back, both of his hands coming up to swipe at the loose strands of hair that fall against your cheeks. “Would you like to dance with me?” His hand is now curling over your cheek softly, his thumb swiping under your eye. 

You hum softly at the touch but nod. “I’ve been waiting all night for that question, Storm.” He smiles, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before grabbing your hand, leading you to the corner, somewhere that’s sort of private, but not too private. 

One of your arms is quick to sling around his neck, fingers wrapping gently around the back of his warm neck. The other hand lands on his bicep, gripping softly when his own hands wrap around you, one landing in the middle of your back while the other lingers on the small of your back. 

He smells like the cologne you bought him not too long ago, it’s a bit faded but not too much. Your nose grazes against his cheek, eyelashes fluttering close. He can feel the brush of them against his cheekbone, a small smile pulling at his lips. Turning his head, his lips brush against your temple softly in a soft kiss. 

“You feelin’ okay?” He whispers softly. The breath that leaves with the words tickle at your ear softly, a small laugh leaving your mouth as you nod. 

“Perfect.” You mumble softly, nails beginning to scratch at the back of his neck gently. Pulling your head back, you stare at him quietly. His head tilts after a moment, the hand that rests on the middle of your back slides away and, instead, finds your jaw. Your hand slides up his forearm softly, your hand covering his own. 

“You sure? Why are you staring at me like that?” 

Turning your head, your lips press a series of kisses against his palm before you turn your head back, nuzzling your cheek into his palm once again. His thumb traces over your cheek softly as soon as it returns. 

“‘Cause I like looking at you,” You nod. “I see something new everyday that makes me love you even more. I like making sure I can remember you,” 

You never know what can go wrong and everyday makes you spiral whenever he has to leave. The frown that pulls at his lips makes you step closer. “That’s not a bad thing. I just…” You trail off, shoulders slightly shrugging. You both have stopped dancing — well, swaying. “You know how I worry. I like knowing I can find something that I didn’t notice before,” 

The hand that had begun to scratch at his neck slides forward slowly, sliding up his neck and brushing against a scar under his brow. “Like this scar.” Your head tilts slightly. 

He shrugs. “Kid threw a toy at me.” 

A laugh leaves you, your hand resting against his cheek softly then, thumb swiping away the lipstick print that still lingers. It only smears. “Point being — I love you and I love just…staring at you.” 

“Helps that I’m easy on the eyes, huh?” 

You hum at that, letting your hand drop to his shoulder this time as your eyes travel towards the window — an act to seem like you’re pondering what he had just said. 

He scoffs slightly. “You’re a little mean.” Both of his hands now grip at your waist, pulling you closer. You laugh softly once again — you can never not laugh when you’re with him. 

“But you love me.” 

He smiles at that. Leaning in, the tip of his nose brushes against yours, fingers squeezing at your waist once again. “I do love you very much.”

[intothemultifandom]

Auld Lang Syne || Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

"Don't tell Ms. Park."

Gyeong-Su watches you rummage through the drawers in the infirmary, torn between confusion and an odd sense of fascination as you swipe bandages, creams and other loose items into your bag.

"Assuming whatever is wrong with Hyeon-Ju can't be spread, I'll return everything to Ms. Kim later and apologise. And I'll take complete responsibility if anyone asks," you explain in a hushed voice.

"Not that I'm hoping things will go bad, but I think it'd be good to have some supplies on hand just in case, you know?"

Gyeong-Su bites down his grin when you look over your shoulder with an almost sheepish expression. As if suddenly struck by your nervous rambling.

Your cheeks are flushed, and your nose is crinkled and everything happening is so unlike you but still so cute that Gyeong-Su reminds himself to thank Bare-Su for shoving him after you when he did. Even if he's now involved in whatever this is.

Truth be told, if it were anyone else raiding the infirmary just now, Gyeong-Su would've intervened right away. Told them to stop what they were doing before alerting Ms. Park or Ms. Kim once she was back, but it's you.

You wouldn't be Vice President if you didn't have everyones' best interest at heart and didn't think things through.

And if what happened this morning with Hyeon-Ju has you rattled enough to gather some supplies for your class, just in case, than who is Gyeong-Su to stop you?

You said you'd return it later anyway and apologise to both the school nurse and your homeroom teacher, and maybe Gyeong-Su's a little biased, but you're not exactly the deceitful type.

Besides being smart and sensible, you're honest, kind and so very pret–

"–Don't worry VP., your secret is safe with me," he says finally, saddling up to your side and, daringly, plucking the tube of anti-sceptic cream from your hand to shove into his pocket. A show of camaraderie in this odd endeavour of yours.

"Still never thought I'd catch you stealing from school, though," he can't help but tease. "How scandalous."

Ms. Kim wasn't in here when you arrived, and neither was Hyeon-Ju.

You'd seen her loaded into the back of an ambulance, Ms. Kim likely helping her. So call it a split second decision, but you figured now was as good a time as any to get some supplies while you had the chance.

You were just lucky Gyeong-Su, somehow following after you, was the kind of person to trust first and then ask questions later.

"Is it stealing when I said I'd return it later?" you retaliate, lip beginning to curl.

"And since you're here, hiding some cream in your pocket, doesn't that make you an accomplice? If I'm stealing, what are you doing, huh?"

Gyeong-su swallows down the laughter that catches in his chest, surprised by the teasing lilt in your tone.

He doesn't argue back, though.

He's too fixated by the small, relieved, smile you flash his way as you resume your search.

When you slide back into your seat, Nam-Ra doesn't point out that you've come back with no cleaning supplies nor does she comment about how much heavier your bag is when you hook it back onto your side.

Instead, your very kind and very merciful Class President arches a brow that says I hope you know what you're doing before she turns back to her work, deciding not to bother.

It's expected of her, really, and for the first time since you've set out to befriend her, you're glad for it.

Because you're not sure how to explain what you did in the infirmary.

On the other side of the room, your accomplice doesn't say anything about the first aid supplies in your bag and in his pockets either when he settles back into his seat.

Gyeong-Su doesn't even tell Cheong-San, whose eyes flit between the two of you with an almost delighted glint in them which you firmly ignore, thinking over the risky gamble you just took.

You hope, if the supplies aren't necessary after all that you can apologise to your homeroom teacher and the school nurse in private.

Because if someone like Joon-Yeong or Dae-Su found out what you'd done, caught a whiff of the irrational fear behind your actions than you wouldn't hear the end of it.

You may be our Vice-President, you can imagine Joon-Yeong chiding you. But this is ridiculous!

Fortunately for you, Ms. Park isn't in class when you return so there was no need to explain where you'd gone off too.

In fact, when she returns (which is a lot later than you were expecting), she doesn't question why everyone is huddled in the groups that they're in or why most of the class is congregated around I-Sak.

If anything, she's more focused on grabbing the locked box containing all your phones, something not everyone notices.

"Can I have my phone back?" Na-Yeon asks, eyes beginning to narrow as she picks at her chipped nail polish.

Immediately, all eyes are back on her, but Ms. Park wouldn't be a teacher if she didn't know how to remain undaunted by the weight of your stares because she presses her lips into a thin line, clutching the box even tighter.

"I'll be deciding on whether to return your phones after lunch," she says finally, after a moment.

"I'll be meeting with the rest of the faculty to discuss what's happened, but given the delicate nature of this morning–it would be best for the school to address this situation first before I give you back your phones. This is so you don't prematurely give out the wrong information."

You understand her reasoning, of course, but you don't like it. And judging from the frowns from a few others, you're not the only one. But Ms. Park is the teacher, so what else can you do?

Slowly, your eyes drift from your teacher back over to Gyeong-Su who seems to be ignoring an inquisitive Cheong-San, and you find that if there's any consolation, it's that you don't have to hand in the supplies you're both carrying just yet.

Of course, it seems your luck has run its course because just when he turns back to meet your gaze, eyes sparkling in that see? I haven't told kinda way, Ms. Park calls out to you and Dae-Su as the bell begins to the ring.

"Can you two find something to clean up Hyeon-Ju's blood, please?" she asks, turning out the door before you can object.

Nam-Ra laughs lowly by your side as you splutter, because she's sadistic like that. In fact, you take what you said earlier back. Your Class President isn't kind or merciful. And you hope she can read it just as well on your face as you flick her ear when you pass her by.

Dae-Su waves you over to his table with a grin as you join him, laughing at the sour face you're making before you leave together.

And going on this unplanned excursion would've been fine, you think, if not for the fact that by the time you and Dae-Su do find the nearest custodian closet, that's when the screaming starts.

[slaymitchabernathy]

The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, lots of creatures were stirring, aside from a mouse.

Coriolanus peeks his head out of his study when he hears little feet running by and catches a glimpse of one of his children rounding the corner. He shakes his head, he's told them countless times not to run in the house, they have neighbors below them who he'd like to remain on good terms with.

"Ceraphina darling, let's fix your hair," Soarynn calls from down the hall.

Coriolanus readies himself this time, standing in the doorway when his oldest daughter runs by him and he reaches out, grabbing her and scooping her up. "Daddy!" She shrieks, kicking her feet in the air, "Daddy, put me down!"

Coriolanus chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, "What have I told you about running hmm? We don't want to upset the Dolittles, sweetheart." Ceraphina at least has the decency to look guilty at being caught red-handed and rests a hand on his shoulder, "I won't ever do it again," she promises even though they both know she will.

He hums, gently setting her back down on the floor, "I'll hold you to that, now go find your mother so you can get ready for the show."

Coriolanus bought tickets to the ballet for tonight, the night before Christmas, and as expected, the children are very excited. The girls are the most excited since this is a chance to see the pretty ballerinas in their costumes. For Caspian, it simply means getting to stay up past his bedtime which is a treat in itself.

Ceraphina makes a big show of slowly walking down the hallway to find her mother and Coriolanus goes back into his study, he ought to start getting ready himself. He puts his work away, neatly stacking his papers and putting away his pens when he hears a meow. He looks down at the floor and finds Petunia looking up at him.

Petunia is...well she's...Petunia is Soarynn's cat. There, that's the perfect way to explain his relationship with Petunia, she belongs to his wife which has led to them having to form something of a relationship. Most days they ignore each other but it's moments like this when everyone is busy that she seeks him out to bother him.

Coriolanus is not impressed when she rolls onto her back, paws in the air and a tilt to her head, "Go away," he tells the feline, closing the drawer to his desk, "or go find Soarynn." Petunia swipes at his shoes but he dodges her attack, after living with her for a good six years, he knows how she operates.

"Daddy look!"

He turns back to the doorway and sees that his youngest daughter is ready for tonight. Her hair has been pulled away from her face into a ponytail and he can see the big red bow Soarynn tied around it. Celeste is wearing a cute green dress with white tights and shiny black shoes with a little strap going across them. She looks adorable.

"Well, don't you look pretty? Do a twirl for me princess," he says, smiling when Celeste holds out her arms and spins around, almost falling over in the process but he reaches out and steadies her. "Was I just like the ballerinas Daddy?"

Coriolanus warily eyes Petunia who has now rolled back onto her feet and is slowly approaching him and Celeste. She's so sweet with the children which means that she purposely goes out of her way to be rude to him and only him.

"Yes you were darling," he answers, taking a step back, "why don't you and Petunia go find your mother hmm?"

"But I just saw Mommy, she said I was ready."

Petunia is getting ready to lunge and Coriolanus is getting ready to run, "Well, go see her again, and take Petunia with you please."

Celeste gives him a curious look but the four-year-old asks no questions and picks Petunia up, groaning at the small weight she has to carry, "C'mon Petunia, let's go find Mommy."

Petunia glares at Coriolanus before she's carried away and he smirks, she'll be subjected to cuddles and pets, what a terrible life to live. She probably thought that she had him cornered with Celeste in the room but he's quicker than that.

And Snow always lands on top.

꧁ ꧂

Thirty minutes later, Coriolanus is ready for dinner and a show.

He looks rather dashing in his red suit with a heavy red coat to match. They get cold winters in the Capitol with the mountains so close by and he knows better than to underestimate the weather.

He's putting on his gloves when Ceraphina and Celeste come into his closet, both wearing their sweetest smiles, "Come look at how pretty Mommy looks," Celeste says, tugging on his coat. Coriolanus slips his wallet into his pocket before complying with their wishes and following them out into the bedroom.

Soarynn had gotten all three children dressed and ready for the ballet in the time it took him to get one child ready, once again solidifying that he truly married the perfect woman. And he almost loses his breath when he sees how stunning she looks tonight.

While all three of their children are dressed in green, it seems that she tore a page out of his book and wore red. Her dress clings to her figure, showing off her curves in all the right places. It's long-sleeved and the sleeves have intricate beaded patterns sewn into them, truly making this dress a piece of art. The neckline goes straight across her neck, showing off her collarbones while still remaining tasteful.

He's at a loss for words.

"Doesn't Mommy look pretty?"

Coriolanus manages to nod and pick his jaw off the floor, "She looks very pretty," he agrees, deciding that tonight will end with that dress on the floor.

Soarynn smiles so sweetly at his compliment and comes over to him, fussing with his tie and the lapels of his suit, "Well you look very handsome Coryo," she purrs, doing nothing to help his growing desire for her. He rests his hands on her waist, almost wishing the children weren't present but he still leans in and pecks her lips.

The girls sigh like they always do whenever witnessing something they consider romantic. They'll love the ballet since there's bound to be some romance. "Momma, bring Lenny please," Caspian says, tugging on her dress and breaking their kiss. Soarynn gives him a sad smile and shakes her head, "Lenny can't come, darling," she explains, crouching down to be at their son's level, "he has to stay home."

Caspian pouts and Coriolanus can see that his son is already on the verge of tears which they cannot afford if they plan on making it out the door on time. "You know, Cecil will be there tonight Cas," he reminds his son, "so you'll have lots of company."

The Snows will be joining the Creeds at the ballet tonight and Festus phoned him just this morning to tell him that their son Cecil would be in attendance. Caspian and Cecil are two months apart in age and love to toddle around together whenever the families get together.

Sure enough, Caspian lights up at the idea of seeing his friend at the ballet, and the tears are kept at bay. Soarynn whispers a few more encouraging words to their youngest child before kissing his cheek. While the girls have Coriolanus wrapped around their fingers, Caspian has Soarynn in the palm of his hand.

Soarynn always denies such claims, arguing that boys should be raised with a very involved mother so they grow up into proper gentlemen but Coriolanus knows that she's only telling half the truth. The other half is that she simply adores Caspian, her only son and last child. He's a spitting image of Coriolanus with his bright blue eyes and golden curls and Soarynn can't help but dote on him.

Caspian allows her to pick him up and Coriolanus turns back to the girls, "Are we ready to go then?" They both nod, bouncing on their toes, "Yes!"

Soarynn dressed both the girls in the same outfit and they look nearly identical. Ceraphina looks more like Soarynn with her wavy hair and blue-gray eyes and Celeste seems to be a mix of her parents with her blond curls and blue eyes. They're so close in age that people often have trouble telling them apart.

"Alright," he says, "I expect you girls to be on your best behavior," he warns, "no fighting, no fussing, no arguing. Or Santa won't come and bring you any presents."

Their eyes widen at the threat and Soarynn nudges him with her elbow, "Really?" She whispers, not looking too pleased with the threat, "I've just secured us perfect behavior for tonight darling," he insists, resting his hand on her back, "now let's go enjoy the ballet."

꧁ ꧂

They arrive at the theater with ten minutes to spare.

While they made it out of the door on time, Coriolanus hadn't anticipated the traffic that Christmas Eve would bring. But they made it and that's all that matters. The Snow family follows an usher down the lavishly decorated hallway to their private box and the girls are teeming with excitement.

"Here you are Mr. Snow, please don't hesitate to ask for assistance should you need any," the young man says to Coriolanus, bowing at the waist. Coriolanus grunts and Soarynn gives the man a kind smile, "Thank you," she says, "and Merry Christmas."

Coriolanus opens the door to their box and the Creeds are already seated. "Look who finally showed up," Festus jokes, rising from his seat. Coriolanus rolls his eyes, stepping to the side so the rest of his family can come inside. The girls walk in first, amazed at all the ornate details and light fixtures.

"Hello Mr. Creed," Ceraphina says once she tears her focus away from the opulence that comes with being a Snow. Coriolanus is more than pleased with how polite his children are at such a young age and watches them shake his good friend's hand before making their way over to his wife, Persephone.

"Oh, Festus, you look so handsome," Soarynn says, the last to enter the small room, "we're so glad you all could join us tonight." Festus smiles and greets Soarynn with the expected kiss on the cheek and gives Caspian a wink, "It took some convincing to get Persephone out of the house but we made it," he says with a sigh.

Coriolanus knows exactly why it's been so hard to get Persephone out of the house the past month, it's because she's pregnant and is at the stage where everything is uncomfortable and too loud. But she seems to be in good spirits when he looks over at her talking to the girls.

"Well, I'm sure she's ready for your second baby boy to be here," Soarynn replies, a fond look in her eyes while holding Caspian. "Cecil," is all Caspian says, looking around for his own friend.

"Cecil is right over there," Festus points at his wife, "he keeps trying to sit in his mother's lap but his little brother takes up quite a bit of room." Soarynn sighs and Coriolanus can see her remembering what it was like being pregnant. Unlike some women, Soarynn loved being pregnant, she would've carried Persephone's baby if she could've.

She gives Coriolanus a hopeful look and he's quick to shake his head, "Absolutely not," he tells her before she can start planning for a fourth child, "we are three and done."

Festus chuckles and pats Coriolanus on the back, "That's what I told Persephone, one and done and now look at us."

Soarynn goes over to her good friend and Coriolanus doesn't feel any better when he sees Soarynn rest a hand on her protruding baby bump, "We don't need any more children," Coriolanus says, more to himself than to Festus. They really don't. Soarynn has given him three perfect children, why have another and ruin their odds?

He's always had a healthy fear of pregnancy, more so the birth since his own mother tragically died giving birth to his little sister who also died. Watching Soarynn push all three of their children out was terrifying even though she did it tremendously well.

He can't risk losing her.

"I suppose it's up to fate really, now why don't we order a drink and sit down," Festus suggests. Coriolanus nods in agreement, a drink is just what he needs right now. The two men place an order for two glasses of bourbon before going to their seats where Coriolanus properly greets Persephone and Cecil who is in fact, trying to sit in her lap.

"He's soaking in his last days as an only child," Persephone explains, rubbing her stomach, "and his days are numbered."

Ceraphina rests her hands on the edge of the balcony, peering down at the stage and the other people who will be watching the show, "Was I an only child Daddy?"

Coriolanus rests a hand on Soarynn's knee, leaning back into his seat, "You were sweetheart," he answers, "but only for a little while." Ceraphina and Celeste are barely a year apart due to how quickly Soarynn got pregnant after giving birth to Ceraphina. She was far too young to understand what was going on around her before her little sister arrived.

"Ceraphina darling, come sit down," Soarynn says, patting the empty seat next to her. Ceraphina does as she's told and sits down next to Soarynn with Celeste to her left. Coriolanus looks to his right where Festus is sitting and then Persephone and a struggling Cecil who's determined to sit in his mother's lap.

Festus shake his head at the sight, "He's a bit of a slow learner."

Coriolanus is glad that Caspian is a quiet toddler who doesn't ever put up much of a fuss. He looks very content in Soarynn's lap, his head resting on her chest. Soarynn dressed him in a little green suit and even slicked back his curls the same way Coriolanus does to his own curls.

The lights finally dim and a hush falls over the room. The girls whisper to each other, on the edge of their seats for the show to start. "Here are your drinks," an attendant says quietly from behind them. Coriolanus turns and gladly takes both glasses of bourbon and hands on to Festus who grins, "To a happy holiday," Festus whispers. Coriolanus taps his glass against his, "And to many more," he whispers back.

He looks at Soarynn who seems so content with this life they've created, Caspian in her lap while she holds Ceraphina's hand.

Yes, he decides, bringing the glass to his lips, to many more moments like this.

꧁ ꧂

The girls chatter about the ballet the whole time during dinner as if everyone wasn't just there to witness it.

But Coriolanus doesn't mind, he's simply pleased with their good behavior and proper manners. Caspian has behaved exceptionally well tonight too, not putting up any fuss despite staying up past his bedtime. Both little boys are sitting in their parent's laps, keeping themselves occupied by playing with the napkins.

"I honestly can't wait for him to start going to school," Festus admits, running a hand over Cecil's curls. With Persephone carrying a child already, Cecil landed in his father's lap and it's quite amusing to see Festus Creed with a child in his lap, especially after seeing him make a fool of himself when they were younger.

Coriolanus thinks back to his own days at the Academy, he was a stellar student and that's where he met Soarynn. She was in his art class and he was tragically doomed when it came to being creative. Soarynn had so sweetly offered to help and Coriolanus was also tragically doomed to fall in love with her. He asked her out on a date and the rest was history.

He wishes he could go back in time and tell his younger self that everything worked out in the end, they married the girl, had three children, and were more successful than ever.

"I like school," Ceraphina chimes in, finally talking about something else rather than the ballet. Soarynn nods and smiles, "Yes you do darling, and next year Celeste will join you."

Celeste perks up at the mention of her attending the Academy next year. The Academy is the most prestigious school in the Capitol. If you want your children to have a successful future then you'll pay the whopping tuition and send them there for the next twelve years or so.

The Snows will obviously be sending all three of their children there but Coriolanus knows how much Soarynn will miss her days filled with arts and crafts and reading stories. No wonder she wants another baby.

"Tuition has gone up hasn't it?" Persephone asks and Coriolanus grunts, reaching for his glass of wine if he's going to have to talk about money, "It certainly has," he confirms, "it goes up every year."

Soarynn places her hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze, "But we're paying for a proper education for all three of our children," she sweetly reminds him. She has a point but it doesn't change the fact that Coriolanus will at some point be paying for three tuitions, not to mention sports, extracurricular activities, uniforms, and who knows what else. And they always make donations on top of that.

Soarynn has always insisted on donating to the school, as if they don't already run him dry but he supposes that it sounds like a great idea when she's not the one working every day.

"I can get a job to help," Ceraphina quickly offers, "I'm good at counting." All the adults chuckle at her naive way of thinking, so innocent and sweet, "That won't be necessary darling," Coriolanus assures her, "we can afford all the tuitions in the world."

Persephone changes the topic to a possible trip to District Four but Coriolanus keeps his focus on Soarynn who's holding a now-sleeping Caspian in her lap. He might make jokes about being the sole breadwinner in their family but after all she's given him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Soarynn has given him something that money could never buy. She gave him a family, a legacy, a purpose.

If she were a gift then she'd be priceless.

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"Let's put the cookies over here girls."

Coriolanus watches Soarynn and the girls carry a plate of cookies into the living room where their Christmas tree is, getting ready for Santa to visit their penthouse.

"Will Santa be able to get in our apartment?" Celeste asks, sticking her head into their fireplace that Coriolanus hasn't used in about ten years. Soarynn decorated it with stockings and garlands but Celeste looks skeptical about how Santa will be getting into their penthouse tonight.

"Of course, he will," Coriolanus answers, "Santa finds a way to get into everyone's house."

There are many things that one can never prepare for when becoming a parent but Coriolanus was never prepared for Santa. It started when Ceraphina was two and actually was able to grasp the concept of Christmas and Santa and they've kept it up ever since.

"Now we leave these here for Santa to eat when he comes later tonight," Soarynn explains to the children, "then in the morning, we can wake up and open our presents." Caspian bounces on his toes, gripping the coffee table for support, "Santa comes now!"

Soarynn grins and pushes the plate in the middle of the table, "He only comes once you're sleeping Cas," she reminds their son, "so we all have to go to sleep now."

Coriolanus knows that the girls won't be able to sleep a wink tonight but Caspian can sleep through anything, a trait he inherited from his mother. The Capitol could be bombed and Soarynn would still sleep through it.

Coriolanus on the other hand wakes up at the slightest noise. Soarynn teases him about it all the time, claiming that he's paranoid but he sees it as being protective. He would never forgive himself if something were to happen to any of his children while he was asleep.

"Yes, let's go to bed," Coriolanus says, holding a hand out to Celeste who gingerly takes it, glancing back at their twinkling Christmas tree. The children love getting to decorate it and Soarynn always does such a good job at decorating their entire apartment.

They all make their way to the children's respective bedrooms and the girls manage to swindle Coriolanus into letting them sleep together. "It's so we can sleep better," Ceraphina explains, climbing into her canopy bed. Celeste nods and grunts, having to use a little more effort to climb onto the bed, "Yep, we've gotta sleep together 'cause we'll fall asleep quicker Daddy."

Coriolanus gives her a boost and a knowing look, "Really? Well, Santa will know if you're not asleep," he reminds them, "and he won't come unless everyone is sleeping."

The girls get under the covers and look up at him with wide eyes, hanging onto his every word, "We'll go to sleep," Celeste promises, "and then we'll come wake you and Mommy up in the morning!"

Coriolanus does his best to look excited about the early wakeup call he'll be getting at the crack of dawn from his children. The girls normally sleep until either he or Soarynn wakes them up but Christmas calls for a special occasion.

"We'll be looking forward to that. Now close your eyes and go to sleep hmm?"

Coriolanus leans down, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads the way he does every night, "Goodnight Daddy."

Coriolanus smiles, smoothing down Ceraphina's hair, "Goodnight my princesses, I'll see you in the morning."

After making sure that they're all tucked in, Coriolanus quietly pads to the doors and turns off the light, looking back to make sure that they're actually asleep and not pretending. He fell for that before and he's never going to fall for it again.

Soarynn appears in the doorway just as he's about to leave and she peeks into their room, a fond look in her eyes, "Goodnight girls," she whispers, blowing them a kiss, "we'll see you in the morning."

Coriolanus wraps an arm around her waist and leads them out into the hallway, closing the doors behind them, "Caspian is asleep?" He asks while nuzzling her cheek with his nose, making her giggle, "Yes," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck, "not a creature is stirring except for us."

Coriolanus slides his other hand down her dress, stopping when he reaches the small of her waist, "You know, we could be really naughty tonight," he whispers, kissing her cheek. Soarynn leans into his touch, fully trusting him to hold her, "But we've been so good this year," she counters, teasing him while scratching the back of his neck.

Coriolanus groans, she's always known his weak spots and is so pesky when she takes advantage of them

"Santa won't mind," he promises, moving his lips to her soft ones, kissing her deeply. Soarynn instantly responds to his touch and moans when his hand slides a little further down, squeezing her ass, "Our bedroom," she whispers urgently and Coriolanus is happy to take her to their sacred space.

Most nights that end like this are considered perfect in his mind. But this night is more special than most.

It's the night before Christmas.

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Unexpected Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Demon!Reader Warnings: Demons, cussing, violence, rude? little spoiler from season 4 A/N: While on a job Dean gets sideswiped by your beauty but there's one fatal flaw. You're a demon. Word Count: 1.3K

Just like any other job, they investigate, lie, research, argue a bit, and finally go in for the kill. This time, it was a bit different, but we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, let's go back to the beginning. It was a normal day for Sam and Dean they were on their way to another city and state to investigate the weird things that were going on there.

"Oh, c'mon Sammy live a little, we're going to Vegas, we'll do the job then we hit the slots." Dean didn't have to look over at him to know that Sam rolled his eyes

"Dean, we're here for a job and that's it." It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes

"You can't go to Vegas and not play at least one game." Sam pulled out his ringing phone, Dean glanced over and saw Bobby's name flash on the screen, he turned his eyes back to the road.

Now everyone knows Dean is a huge flirt but also a sarcastic asshole. Love wasn't really in his sights, not because he couldn't fall in love but with his job, he couldn't risk losing someone he cared deeply about, he's lost too many people already he couldn't stand another. Dean pulled into yet another motel parking lot as Sam's call came to an end.

Dean sighed and shut off baby, looking up at the motel. The two of them grabbed their bags and headed inside to book a room, Dean felt off he felt as though someone was watching him, I mean honestly who wasn't he was gorgeous, and he knew it, but this felt different. Dean shook the feeling and continued to the room. Sam started on the research while Dean placed the salt in front of the door, all the windows, and a couple of hex bags around the room.

Dean plopped down on the edge of the bed and looked over at Sam, who was typing away on his computer.

"Alright, so we're dealing with a classic demon. We go in, exorcise it, and we're back on the road." Sam looked up at Dean who was shooting him a glare.

"Why are you in such a rush to leave?" Sam rolled his eyes, ignoring Dean's question.

Sam and Dean crept around, knives in hand, looking for said demon. "C'mon Sam, one slot game and then we can leave, and I'll never ask for anything else the rest of the trip." Sam rolled his eyes

"Fine, we finish the job, you don't get your ass kicked by the demon and I'll let you play one game." Dean smirked and nodded,

"Deal." They turned the corner and came face to face with you.

"Hello, boys." You smirked waving your fingers sarcastically. They both stood straight

"You let us creep around, while you just stood here waiting for us?" You shrugged your shoulders

"I played a few board games while I waited" With one swipe of your hand you slammed Sam into the distant wall, you smiled and looked back at Dean

"That was fun." Dean stood there shocked, no matter how many times he sees that happen, it will always shock him.

You put your hand up pressing Dean into the door behind him "Little Dean Winchester, I must say you look really good." You stepped closer taking in his beauty, you breathed in his scent smiling to yourself

"You smell even better." You looked back at Sam, who was still knocked out on the floor, and you turned your attention back to Dean. "Oh, that's right, you can't speak, my bad." You released your grip a bit, but not fully.

"I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch." Your eyes fluttered and you nodded at him

"Is that so?" You took a step back letting Dean off the door "Then do it." You opened your arms for him to come get you, but he stood still.

You tilted your head at him and slowly licked your lips. Dean was frozen, he didn't know what he was feeling, but he was feeling something.

You placed your hands on your hips "What's the matter, Dean? Scared?" Dean gulped and took a wobbly step toward you.

This wasn't like Dean, he was usually as solid as a rock, but he couldn't move. You giggled and walked around Dean, eyeing him up and down.

"So, this is the strong Dean Winchester, hmm. He's a pussy, just like his daddy."

Just then in one swift motion Dean had you pinned against the wall knife to your neck, his eyebrows scrunched together in anger

"There he is, there's the Dean I was warned about. Did the daddy comment hit a nerve?" Dean pressed the knife deeper into your neck and gritted through his teeth

"Shut up, you bitch." You giggled and looked him in the eyes.

"Dean.." Sam groggily stood behind him rubbing the back of his head

"Oh good, Sammy is awake maybe he will get the job done." You felt Dean's hand twitch as much as you wanted to flip him around but with Sam's powers getting stronger you didn't want to risk it.

"Dean, what are you waiting for?" Dean blinked a few times and backed away

"I don't know." He looked at you, then back at his hands.

Sam took it upon himself to try and exorcise you, it hurt like hell

"I have something to say!" You screamed through the pain. Sam didn't let up, he pushed harder and harder "Ruby is playing you!" Sam looked at you, dropping you to the ground

"What did you say?!" Your hand went to your throat as you tried to steady your breathing. "What did you say?!" Sam stepped toward you, clenching his fist.

You looked up at him "Ruby is using you; Lilith isn't going to break the last seal; she is the last seal." Sam and Dean exchanged a look

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" You looked up at Sam with a 'Are you kidding me' look

"Everyone knows about what she's doing, but since everyone is out to get you guys as well, no one is going to say anything."

Dean groaned and helped you off the ground.

"Alright, let's get back to the motel and talk about this." The three of you made it back to the motel. You and Sam sat down on the loveseat together while Dean paced back and forth.

"Dean, you're creating a draft." You whined sarcastically. He stopped and looked at you.

"Oh, I am so sorry, princess. Do you want a blanket?" You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

"Okay, I'm gonna go get us some coffee." Sam got up from the loveseat and walked out the door, Dean sat down beside you and sighed

"You better not be messing with us, Sam has his heart set on killing Lilith." You leaned your arms on your legs, looking over at Dean

"I'm not messing with you, Ruby is using Sam to kill Lilith so Lucifer can take over his body." Dean looked over at you, the two of you looked each other in the eyes. Dean didn't know what he was feeling, but he was feeling something. What he did next shocked both of you.

Dean cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips hungrily to yours, his hands traveled down your body stopping at your hips and pulling you into his lap, your hands found their way to the back of his head. His fingertips pressed into your hips pulling you closer to him the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, and the two of you slowly pulled back resting your forehead against his breathing heavily. Dean looked up at you and smiled

"I think I finally know what love at first sight means."

A/N: This is my first Dean Winchester fic please be nice to me😂 but I hope you like it I tried my very best. I don't know if I should do a part 2 or not, if you'd like a part 2 let me know.

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Maneater Part 3

AN: yall its finals week so its gonna be hard to post for a bit

You should've made him beg longer, but Dominik was getting ahold of you. No matter how hard you tried to stay away from him; he only drew you in further. So you joined the Judgement Day after weeks of him asking and pleading with you. The final blow was Dominik sinking to his knees with his wide eyes, begging you to join him.

Though now you had to cope with other people telling you what to do for the group. That is what you would hate most; you are independent and no one is supposed to hold any power over you. A man most of all, but Dominik is climbing that ladder quickly. So as you both are walking down the hallway you once again remind yourself to not let him win so easily; in other words, 'don't let Dominik get too close'. You were stuck in your own head; unintentionally ignoring Dominik, but you guessed that played to your advantage anyway because he was huffing and annoyed at your silence.

His fingers just barely brush over yours and you stop walking to look at him. Your look is so intense and fiery, Dominik all of a sudden felt stuck in his spot just barely choking out a feeble, "You look good". You feel your lips twitch into a smile, but any other time you wouldn't be impressed with the weak compliment. "That's all you had to tell me?", you put a hand on your hip while giving him that unimpressed look he has grown to hate. Nonetheless, he smiles and looks down at you; quick to give you a witty comeback, "You wouldn't want to hear everything I'm thinking" he looks you up and down. You scrunch your nose in distaste at his admission...you could listen to him talk for hours.

You shove a finger into his chest and you look up at him angrily, "Making decisions for me already?". He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip and tries to not make his racing heart rate obvious, "You'd hate that wouldn't you?". You grab his face to pull him down closer to you; wanting to look him in the eye, "More than anything baby". You had let go of him but he still hovered near. Dominik's face went up in flames but he wiped a hand down his mouth and stopped before you could see the smile. He tried to play it cool and give you a serious look; you blew him a kiss. He dropped the straight face and smiled, a laugh fell from his mouth all the same.

"Alright, love birds keep moving!" someone you didn't care to look at yelled at you both. You shrugged and moved on; walking forward with Dominik a step behind you. The Judgement Day walked out towards the ring. You stood behind Dominik with a hood covering your face, with new all-black and purple gear on for the occasion. You heard the boom of questions in the crowd, most people guessing wrong, but the loyal fans knew it was you by the shiny black and pink high boots. Though getting in the ring was the best, Dominik stood an inch behind you; just barely brushing against you.

And when the spotlights were on you, you finally felt the feeling of power. Dominik took off your hood and the screams of fans could be heard from miles away from the stadium. Spotlights were directly on you just like everyone's attention, you know you looked good the cheers only made it better. You felt as if you were on the highest pedestal. As if Dominik could feel the pride radiating off of you, he rested his chin on the side of your shoulder from behind you. "You like that Hermosa?', he whispered just for you to hear, his breath feeling like ice on your skin. "More than anything baby", you said again and Dominik's smile against your skin was the most memorable moment of the night. Well apart from being the main pin point of everyone's attention.

After your 3 minutes of fame, a bitch had to ruin it; like bitches do. Santo Escobar's group came out to congratulate The Judgement Day for whatever reason, to you it seemed like something way different. But what really pissed you off was that Elektra Lopez skipped over you and went straight over to Dominik, laying a hand on his chest and giving him a cheesy smile. Dominik just watched her, but his eyes flickered over to your angry ones. One thing a maneater is would be possessive. Not a great trait but one you have, either way, Dominik was your's the moment he got on his knees and begged for you. Your hands shook and a smile graced your face at the violent thought. You stormed over to her Dominik's eyes shot open like you were going to murder him instead.

You grabbed Elektra by the back of her gear, and she started to put her hands behind her back to stop you. You didn't hit her but you slung her back, her ass hit the floor and she looked up at you with shock. "Touch him again I dare you bitch", you put your hands down on your knees and got down on her level. She flipped her hair dramatically, "I didn't know". You shrugged and flipped your hair more obnoxiously, "Now you do". You walked towards Dominik and grabbed him by the collar of his black gear. Finn was sitting on the ropes already knowing you were going to drag Dominik away. You pull Dominik with you and you both go under the ropes and backstage.

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Burn with you.

Pairing: College!AU Gojo Satoru / Female Reader Content Warning: Use of marijuana, slight mentions use of unscripted drugs, pussy eating, altered-state of reader, characters under the influence, drug intoxication, light OOC moments, light dubious content, mentions of drug sneaking, name-calling. Author's Note: Happy 4/20 to everyone (I'm almost open to 4/20 thirsts in my inbox). I'm high right now, and I literally done this writing piece while blasted so, apologies if some sentences have grammar mistakes. I know this is not the best but, I hope you guys like it. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. Minors, age-less blogs do not interact. Thank you.

The drowning of your senses could feed on your ignorance. A body heightened in a relaxed state would be the least of your worries, then again sometimes those worries get the best of you. 

The beams of the sunset had plastered around the living room as an exhale left your slightly quivering lips. Droplets of perspired sweat rolled down your temples as you squirmed away from a familiar force. This was the same force that had relentlessly taken over every orgasm in your body.  The whispering pleas fall on deaf ears as you forcefully grip his hair, urging the man to break away from the minuscule stream that overflows underneath your shaking thighs. 

You wanted him to stop. Rather, you would like to share a bowl with him and discuss the endless matters of the world, yet this man wanted to pique his interest in something else. A familiar taste known for the male palate. Secretions made up of lust, along with other emotions that formed you, drove a man like Satoru towards the point of insanity. Losing the sense of oneself while lost between a woman’s thighs was more than enough to make Satoru slowly grunt in frustration, making a gurgled cry come from your moaning lips. 

Damn him, to use his vocal sounds for an advantage. College-aged men like Satoru were known to use cunning motives in making women fall to their knees. Even more so when offering weed to this simple, yet complex equation. Nothing was wrong with using a harmless drug in leisure, yet woman’s intuition made its presence known, scolding your impulses of horniness, damning you by releasing soft banters as another orgasm cruises towards its peak.

Fuck, his tongue felt like absolute heaven.

“Does smoking weed make you get more wet?” Satoru grunted out a question before the tip of his tongue traced along the outside of your puffed clitoris. “Maybe I should sneak some droplets in between.” Satoru laughed at himself before swiping his tongue around the dampened entrance. 

“Just kidding.” 

The rough hands that were once mysteriously restraining your soft arms now found themselves caressing thighs covered in sweat. The roughness of his hands sent you almost to the edge as you begged him not to tease you, out of mercy with wanting the release that ached deep within your core. 

“I asked you a question, so I want you to make out an answer.” His front teeth slightly traced again over the sensitive organ as you cried out in frustration. For what reason the frustration came out, a mind doped in euphoria couldn’t comprehend. 

“Are you that stupid, or too high?”

You tried to voice out an answer out of anger until Satoru talked over your pleading. “Then again, with how many times you hit the blunt earlier, I might not expect you to make a full sentence.” An airy laugh came from his chest as he caressed your thighs, feeling the thickness that were grasped inside the palm of his hands. Another whimper of annoyance escaped agape lips as you looked over Satoru with furrowed eyebrows. Eyes glistening with the decorations of snow now pierced your soul, a shade of a familiar pink danced carefully around both eyes of sclera.  His attention with you never went away. The fixation of drowning deep in your pussy while elevated on drugs merely became a fantasy shifted towards reality. Thoughts and sounds didn’t make any sense, but the suckling, wet sounds grew to sound more appeasing.

Every nerve in your body was singing for bliss, yet they became overwhelmed with Satoru’s endless rambling, continuing his lapping across salted lips.

“Then again, your pussy always tastes better high.”

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I'm just gonna put this under a read more and say to read the tags carefully but this is Fire Spirit x Knight Focused drabble/idea

You know what? I said drabble but at this point it's full on fic, very suggestive so I will re post it with some spice to my ao3. I will make separate post and update this one when that happens.

Edit: it had happened

Sooooo what iiiiiiiifff Knight had hanahaki disease and instead of it going away second they confess through the usual means (aka throwing up, spitting it out etc) Fire Spirit burned it away during the kiss through careful use of his flames and deep throating Knight with his tongue?

Just:

Knight sitting in the royal gardens, thinking he is on his own as he coughs out few apple blossom and peonie petals. He can feel the itching of his throat worsen which means soon he be hacking out full blooms which always sucks but at least everyone else should be busy in the castle so he could be left to his agony.

Of course that wasn't what had happened, because someone out there hates him, be it Witches or Sugar Swam but as the itchiness in his throat gets unbearable, the root cause of his prediction appears.

Fire Spirit seemed to be preoccupied with something else but it didn't take long to notice the visibly struggling for breath knight on the bench. Asking him if he is alright just results in Knight nodding his head whilst trying to avoid to physically respond but trying to hold the coughs doesn't work for long so soon Knight is having a coughing fit, bend down and on to his chest whilst Fire Spirit hovers uncertainly next to him.

With a break between flower petals, Knight heaves and tries to take deep gulps of air, blabbering to Fire Spirit about not telling anyone because he is fine he promises and please don't get a medic he be fine-

Fire Spirit isn't paying attention to Knight words, instead of focusing on his blood speckled lips and the small blood soaked petal that got caught in the corner of his mouth. Ignoring Knights spluttering noises he plucks it away from knight mouth, watching in fascination as the blood sticks to his fingers, only to slowly evaporate. The petal slowly wilting from his heat, without much thought he popped it into his mouth, humming as he savoured the strange yet delicious flavour of the smoke.

Knight watched with wide eyes because that was freaky even for him and no he isn't blushing and you know what? He will find new place to hack his lungs out because this one is definitely tainted now and he won't be able to die in peace here because of this a-

He didn't make it even a step before his face was seized into a searing kiss. One surprisingly strong hand firmly held his head still, knocking his helmet off of him in the process, whilst the other held on to his waist, pressing him firmly to the hot body Infront of him.

Knight couldn't even comprehend trying to struggle out of Fire Spirit grip as something even hotter swiped over his lips making him flinch and gasp, grasping Fires arms to hold on to somethin as his mouth was suddenly full of something writhing and scalding, his brain struggling to connect the dots that it was Fire Spirits tongue, or rather tongues.

Oh he was sooo fucked and for once didn't mind it.

Fire Spirit on the other hand was obsessed with Knights flavours, so so sweet and floral with hints of bitter iron made for intoxicating mixture that had him ready to do even more questionable things.

Deciding to give knight small respite and time to breath as mortals usually needed that, he busied himself with licking up the blood tainted drool that oh so invitingly went down Knights chin and neck, disappearing under his armour. He could probably break it or melt it to get the annoying piece of metal off but then he be bitched at so-

Cough cough

Weak and muffled peaked his attention. Looking up,the was displeased to find Knight hands over his mouth as he shakes with the coughs, few droplets of blood escaping despite his best efforts.

Something ugly twisted in Fire chest as he forcefully wrenched Knights hands away from his mouth, not caring for the soaked petals landing between them. He didn't give Knight a second to recover before he dived right back into the kiss, holding Knights jaw open as his tongues bullied their way into his mouth, greedily searching for the petals to burn and blood to savour.

He felt Knight weak and panicked tugs on his clothes but he ignored them, instead bringing Knight to his lap, floating them to the highest nearby tee branch to hide them from anyone who might try to interrupt them.

Letting out a pleased hum he gorged himself on the wisps of smoke escaping Knight mouth becoming even more addicted as Knight let out sinful noises.

Feeling like a starved man he moved his tongues further down Knights mouth and down to his throat finding more delicious petals and to his absolute delight few small flower buds. Not one to waste opportunity of any kind he got to works letting his flames burn them, carefully as to not damage Knight too badly but too far gone to really stop now.

Knight knew he was in deep shit before but now he wasn't sure if he was going to survive... But if he died like this he wouldn't mind a lot actually.

His vision might be swimming and it was definitely even harder to breath now because of all the smoke and the inferno in his throat that was spreading to his lungs but the smoke seemed to be helluva of a drug, not just for Fire Spirit it seemed.

He didn't even try to fight it anymore, melting into Fire spirit possessive grip instead, finding pattern in breathing through his nose and trying to exhale through his mouth, although the lazy puff of smoke escaping from around the tongues firmly lodged in his mouth didn't seem to struggle escaping.

Just as he was about to truly pass out, Fire Spirit leaned back taking his tongues out of his throat, allowing Knight to choke on the last of the smoke. Expelling it from his lungs and taking clean air back into them.

Everything was so sensitive, his throat and lungs felt so raw, hot and cold at he same time, it was pure torture trying to find some sort of balance of not aggravating it more and letting some air in.

Fire Spirit watched Knight struggle, feeling faint traces of amusement as the poor guy collapsed against his chest, trying to breath. Fire felt a bit of pity and let him rest there's carefully stroking Knights back, letting some of the heat seep through the armour and watched from their perch as the gardens came alive with buzz of activity from various cookies walking around it.

He dropped his gaze back to the curious creature he was quickly becoming fascinated by. Watching as Knight straighten out and tried to cool his expression into something stern and serious but only coming out as pathetically cute with his hair in disarray and faint burn marks around his lips and throat, his eyes watery and still slightly unfocused from their previous activity.

Letting the Knight stutter and ramble his grievances as he tuned him out. He didn't really care what Knight had to say as his hands went down Knight back, down and down to-

Frustrated, Knight tugged at the horns of the crown(?) and yelped as they were burning to touch, even through his armour. He cradled his hand to his chest, close to true tears as the whole day was just emotionally taxing and-

He blinked in shock as his forehead was kissed, something warm spreading through his body as the warm hands cradled his cheeks and wiped the tears away. He couldn't even form words as he was kissed again, this time more gently and warmly, the inferno of passion seemingly quelled for now.

Breaking apart, Knight just knew this wasn't the last time he will see the spirit of flames. With more gentleness then he showed him previously, Fire cradled Knight to his chest and slowly floated them down from the tree and into the solid ground.

Knight nearly fell down again if it wasn't for Fire Spirit hold on him. Slowly if clumsily they walked to bench, letting Knight sit down, Fire fetched Knights helm and gave it to him.

Knight smiled graciously and put the helmet back on. The silence was peaceful but Knight really wanted to ask Fire Spirit something, anything because this was still something they really should discuss an-

And Fire Spirit teleported before he could even ask him anything. He couldn't even try and be mad as literary seconds after Princess appeared with Mother Queen, both deep in the conversation and maybe he could have escaped if it wasn't for Wildberry following them and immediately spotting him.

He really must have looked like shit if the usual stoic Wildberry looked alarmed at his sight and left the two royals to check on him who of course paused their conversation to see what could have made Wildberry panicked which after seeing him made them panic as well. Before he could try to tell them that he is actually okay he was quickly hauled to the infirmary and left to the mercy of the doctors.

Witches really hated him...

Or maybe they didn't.

He probably should feel insulted that everyone panicked more when he smiled a little after ignoring their questions.

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i have a request! can u write a fic where r just feels like crap like she has no motivation to do any work or study for uni and maybe steve just helps her out? ly <33

i’ve been in these similar situations where depression or a funk is soooooo bad i just rotted in bed in the dark. if you’re ever feeling alone you could always come into my inbox/dms to talk.

steve harrington x gn!reader

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everything feels drab. draining. grey. there’s not an ounce of energy in your body to even lift your head from your pillow. the little shimmers of light filtering through your shut blinds felt blinding on your heavy eyes.

work sucks, taking every single piece of your soul everyday. school is stressful, having a breakdown after a three hour study session in the library. you want to drop out, you want to be unemployed- you just want to barely exist.

there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you couldn’t even mange a simple hum or “come in”, you just stayed silent. a faint creak of hinges signaled that your guest was peeking into your room.

“honey?” it was steve. his tone was soft, not wanting to disturb, “you awake?” you just did a light shuffle, moving your head from under your blanket. a nonverbal invitation to enter further.

steve closed the door behind him and made his way to your curled in side, the bed dipping with his weight. his palm rested on your covered hip, a comforting back and forth swiping. “how we feeling today?” a question steve asked when you were in a funk.

left cheek pressed into your pillow caused your lips to pucker and butcher your answer. steve leans in closer, asking for you to repeat yourself. even that felt like too much work.

“empty.” the one word pushed from your mouth, heavy on your tongue. eyes staring a hole into your wall, smile and laughing faces mocking you.

steve rubbed a line over your hip, “okay.” said in a tone a sad mother uses on their kid. you felt like you just disappointed steve. it’s not like you want to be down, it just happens and is a bitch to deal with.

a blur started to cover your sight, “i’m sorry.” throat getting choked by the oncoming tears. you wanted to bury yourself away.

“hey, no, no. it’s okay to feel this way. everyone feels this way at times.” hand leaving your hip to caress at your cheek, wiping away the few tears beginning to drop.

“it’s- it’s different.�� “i now.” you both know that’s not the whole truth.

steve tucked a few greasy hair strands behind your ear, “why don’t we get a bath? feeling clean is always a nice step for a better mind. i could change your bedding as well, also make a snack to eat. what you say?” his thumb a simple weight on your cheek, his fingers pressing lightly into your neck.

a bath does sound nice. you were starting to feel the oil clogging your pores and you had a inkling that your room was starting to develop a smell that you were ignoring. you know what they say, a clean space helps a clean mind, or something like that.

“that… that sounds nice.” making eye contact with steve for the first time today.

his smile was beautiful. “okay, i’ll get it ready then come back.” before leaving he pressed a love filled kiss to your forehead and another before walking to the bathroom down the hall.

less than five minutes later steve reappears in your doorframe, a new glow following him. “your bath, ma’lady.” standing before you with a hand stretched out in waiting.

“will you stay with me?” pushing your comforter away and swinging your feet to the floor. steve took your hand, holding you delicately like glass. “for a little. i gotta do my other stuff. i can wash your hair if you want.”

“please?” already feeling your shoulders loosen at the feel of steve’s fingers messaging your scalp. he smiled, sickly sweet before presenting a kiss into your crown, “anything for you.”

[thatonelostgirl]

Back To Neverland Chapter Six

Both of you come out of the tent moments later, Hook doing a double take not having seen your hair braided back like that in years he pulls a ribbon out of his pocket carefully handing it to Mary Margaret it matched the green of your outfit perfectly. Allowing her to tie it around the braid, Emma walks up saying she can finally read the map giving her a slight knowing smile as you take the cloaking spell down. Moving over to Hook’s side as you all look at her “Lead the way Emma Swan you’re the only one that can read the map.” She turns to lead the way seeing it was a straight shot to the camp you only having the knowledge that Pan was going to appear on the path after some time to intercept the group and throw them off just enough to get them riled up. Sticking towards the back of the group so that when Pan appeared you were the closest to him all one big plan in play, hearing twigs and leaves crunch behind you slow your steps further as you get the groups attention “Guys there’s something wrong.” A yelp leaves your mouth as you feel someone grab you from behind the bite of cold steel against your neck and a dark chuckle in your ears. Hook shoves through everyone moving to the front as the boy pulls you back harder against him pressing the dagger against your throat a little more.

Grabbing onto his arm tightly feeling the muscles in his forearm under your fingers, leaning back into his slightly without anyone noticing his other hand slipping a note into your back pocket as he makes eye contact with Hook “Well Captain it seems you’ve found your sister you better not let go of her this time because if you do I won’t let go of her.” Emma steps forward pulling Neal’s cutlass from the sheath pointing it at him you let out a choked “Don’t. You can’t stop him.” Pan finally moves the dagger away from your neck feeling his thumb swipe over the small cut it had left he whispers hurriedly “Sorry about that love.” Before looking over the group again addressing all of them finally “Tick tock you only have so long to find the boy.” He roughly shoves you towards the rest of the group turning to watch him lick the blood off his thumb a devilish smirk on his face as him and all the lost boys disappear into the trees. David had caught you helping you stand upright, getting out of his grip you raise your hand to the cut still feeling where Pan had swiped over the cut as you lightly touch it a small, crooked smile on your face before letting your face go blank again. Smacking Hook’s hand away ignoring all the questions they tried to ask you silently pleading with Emma to just continue heading towards the camp.

She sees the silent plea in your eyes as she motions for you to come up next to her, moving as quickly as you can to get next to her she puts her arm around your shoulders as you all set off again. Pan finally makes it back to camp kicking a kettle halfway across the camp Devin swiftly switches places with Felix knowing that he’d be the only one that Pan would tell what was wrong. Felix makes his way over to Pan grabbing him by the shoulders “What the fuck happened?” Shaking him a little forcing Pan to snap out of it his eyes meeting Felix’s “Two things one she had her hair braided for the first time in forever she’s beautiful. The second thing is I accidentally cut her neck I got too carried away and then out of all the things I could have done I swiped my thumb over it and licked the fucking blood off of it before I left.” Felix laughs at the boys dilemma as he gets that off his chest shaking his head a little as he finally lets go of Pan’s shoulders “I’m sure she’s fine I’m shocked Hook didn’t try to kill you for that stunt.” Both of them shake their heads as they laugh Felix heads back towards Henry as Pan goes looking for an apple seeing he had curled up against the trunk of a tree. Coming back, he tosses it at Henry watching him sit up “Uh I don’t eat apples it’s a family thing.” Pan laughs as Felix hands him a crossbow “It’s not for eating it’s for a game. A fun game.” The sheer impness in his eyes as he seems to aim the crossbow at Henry before he moves away to stand up taking a bolt from Devin’s hand.

Taking the apple from Henry as Felix comes to stand next to him handing the apple to Felix “You see what this game is Felix is going to place the apple on his head and you’re going to shoot it off.” The grin on both their faces as Pan hands the now loaded crossbow to Henry “I don’t want to hit him though.” Felix laughs at the boy as he stands a few paces away placing the apple on his head standing still. Pan looks at the boy a slight twinge of annoyance “You won’t hit him, you especially can't miss with posion on this. Now shoot.” Henry aims the crossbow at the apple atop Felix’s head before changing directions to shoot it at Pans chest, catching the bolt a few inches from his chest a laugh leaving him, tossing the bolt to the ground “See? I told you it’s exhilarating.” Peter finally leaves the camp being able to tell that you guys are getting close to the camp he heads back into camp staying out of sight as he moves it. Emma finally glances back down at the map groaning as you look over at the map listening to the rest of the group ask what’s wrong “The camp moved! It’s behind us now!” Crossing your arms you lean against the nearest thing which happened to be a rock as the bickering picks up all over again, wondering how much longer you could keep the farce up before you finally chose to return to Peter and the lost boys.

Finally remembering the note Peter had slipped into your pocket while everyone is distracted you pull it out to see what it says, looking over the note seeing that it says once they choose to head to Tink let her see you she’ll know what to do then you can come back to camp. Quickly stuffing it back into your pocket keeping your face blank as much as you wanted to smile at the thought of home hearing the name Tinkerbell come out of someone’s mouth you look at Emma “I know where her camp is follow me.” Leading the way to Tink’s camp knowing full well she is on your side because of what had happened to her in the past seeing her camp come into view you run towards it relief flooding your body as you yell “Tink! Tinkerbell!” She comes running out from behind the tree that holds her treehouse as you run to meet her collapsing into her arms as she pulls you into a hug quickly whispering into her ear “These people are here to get Henry back we need them distracted long enough for us to come up with a plan Pan needs me back at the camp I need a chance to run otherwise Hook won’t let go of me.” Feeling her hug you tighter as she whispers, “Understood leave it to me.” Finally, the both of you let go stepping away slightly as everyone greets her Hook staying towards the back of the group as they all explain to her what had happened she nods as you wander around her camp seeing the easiest way to run back to Peter and the boys.

She manages to pull their attention to look at her since she had walked behind them making sure their backs were towards you seeing her shoot you a look right before you slip behind the treehouse. Stepping into the jungle making sure you’re far enough away before you finally take off sprinting down the trail cutting back towards your camp, seeing the familiar figures of Peter and Felix standing at the end of the trail into the camp. Choking a sob back you get a burst of energy Peter finally realizes who is coming down the trail he steps forward a little to make sure he’s the only one you barrel into, watching him hold his arms out a smile on his face, slamming into him wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck as he brings his hand up to the back of your head his arm tightly wrapped around your waist. Standing like that for a few minutes before he pulls away slightly just to pick you up and head towards the cottage “God love these past few days have been hell without you here.” Putting your head on his shoulder a smile on your face as your hand comes up to rest of his cheek for a moment before hearing his boots hit wood as he steps onto the porch of your shared cottage he shoves the door open to walk in as he kicks the door shut behind the two of you. He walks over to the bed dropping you on it as he pulls your belt, cloak, and boots off of you tossing them somewhere on the floor, his shirt and boots following shortly after.

Watching him climb onto the bed, one of his legs coming to rest between yours, his hands next to your head. You slightly reposition yourself to lay flat on your back, looking straight up at him, you see a smirk on his face as he sits back a little, laughing at your groan of protest. You shoot up into a sitting position, grabbing onto him as you pull yourself into his lap. Seeing the shocked look on his face, it’s your turn to laugh. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you grind down onto him, feeling his hands move to your hips. Knowing he had put a muting spell around the cottage to ensure no one hears the two of you, he watches with a glint in his eyes as you pull your shirt off tossing it on the floor. As you wrap your arms around his neck, you start kissing him while pulling him against you tighter, continuing to grind against him feeling the grip on your hips tighten. Finally feeling him getting annoyed and hard, he shoves you onto your back and yanks your pants and panties off. His pants and boxers followed shortly after. Looking up at him, the tension between the two of you… nearly palpable. Both of his pupils blown as he roams his hands over your body. He slowly starts whispering praises between kisses along your neck and collarbone. As he pushes into you, the world starts melting away and he finally starts thrusting into you. You begin to dig your nails into his back which only spurs him on as his movements get rougher. One of his hands on your hip, pushing you into the bed, gasps and moans fall from your lips. Grunts occasionally leaving him as he leans over you “Fuck…y/n you feel so good.” Coherent thoughts had left you, feeling the knot in your stomach become tighter the longer he goes. He grabs one of your legs wrapping it around him, feeling him hitting a completely different spot, making your back arch off the bed dragging your nails down his back, “Fuck Pan!” Feeling his free hand slip between the two of you before feeling the pad of his thumb make contact with your clit ensuring the two of you came together. He collapses on top of you both of your breaths heavy. As you start to run your fingers through his hair, knowing he won’t be moving for a good while, he puts his face against your neck. A grin on his face as he holds your free hand. A quiet conversation starts between the two of you. He only pushes himself up to be able to slip his arm under you before he turns to lay on his back putting you on top of him refusing to pull himself out of you.

[sastielsfandom]

Sam leaned on the Impala, opening a piece of gum and popping it into his mouth, squinting at the sun. Castiel was watching him carefully, "What is that?"

"Gum," Sam said, taking another stick out, "want a piece?"

"It's not food, is it?" Castiel questioned, taking the wrapped stick of gum, smelling it and frowning. 

"Not quite." Sam said, laughing through his nose, "You just chew it."

Castiel opened it, tilting his head, continuing his inspection, "And then what?"

"And then you spit it out when you're done with it." Sam said, and waited for Castiel to try it, but the angel was more focused on the wrapper than the gum.

"Here," Sam said, taking it out of the wrapper, tucking that bit into Castiel's trench coat, "just try it."

Castiel slowly brought it to their mouth, and mimicked Sam by throwing it into their mouth. Just as quickly as it went it, it went out, landing on the ground, "That was disgusting."

Sam tried to refrain from laughing, instead cleared his throat, "Um, most people chew it before they get to that part, and I guess I should've specified you throw it away in the trash. Not the floor."

"Do you like your gum?" Castiel asked, watching Sam chew. 

Sam raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Yeah, I guess-" Castiel pulled Sam down into a kiss, swiping the gum from his mouth, and chewed it just as Sam did. 

"I prefer the gum like this," Castiel said, nodding, looking at the gum that had landed on the floor, "not like that."

Sam's face was beyond red, he rubbed the back of his neck, and turned the other way, "Um, yeah, uh, if you chewed it enough, it would've done the same thing."

Castiel frowned at Sam's reaction, "Do you want it back?"

"You keep it, Cas." Sam reassured, and relieved as Dean came out of the gas station, even though he was waving around beef jerky, again. 

---------

Sam had just returned from the convenience store, two bags full of everyone's weird lists, Dean had taken both bags out of Sam's hands, digging into them, "Sam, you just got gum,  have you been chewing your toenails again?"

"No, is that something you do often, Dean?" Sam shot back, as Dean tossed it to him, Sam tossed it to Castiel. 

Castiel smiled, holding it to their chest, "Thank you."

"Why'd you get Cas gum?" Dean asked, rummaging through the bag that was most likely Sam's, but he was intrigued, "That's the benefit of having an angel around, no extra expenses."

"It came from my money, not yours, so shut up." Sam said, taking the bag back and shoving Dean's towards him. Bobby already got his stuff, because Sam knew Dean. And so did Bobby. 

"Bobby!" Dean called in a whiny tone. 

Bobby wanted to ignore him, but that tone told him to just answer, "What?"

"Sam told me to shut up!" Bobby rolled his eyes, "So why are you still yapping?" He got no answer, and was quite satisfied with that. 

Dean turned to face a smug Sam, and shook his head, and pointed at him, "Wow, just turning them all against me, Sammy."

"Uh-huh, clearly that's what I'm doing." Sam said.

"It is," Dean said, nodding, and Sam could see his brain turning, "it's your masterplan."

"Yeah, you got me," Sam shrugged, "I'm sure when Dad said to watch out for me this is what he meant. Do we wait until I give him a lollipop and then bring out the shotgun or is this crime enough?"

"That's not funny," Dean said, which made Sam laugh, "It's a little funny."

"What's a lollipop?" Castiel asked, and before Sam could answer Dean jumped in, "Do not give Castiel lollipops."

"I won't." Sam said, unconvincingly, but Dean took his bag, and did the universal, I'm watching you sign, which Sam ignored as he waited for him to walk away fully. 

Once he disappeared around the corner, Sam pulled out a bag that may or may have not nothing but lollipops... Just as he handed it to Castiel, Dean popped back out, "A big bag, really?"

Sam tried looking empathetic but his mischief shone right through, "So is it my gun or yours?"

"Sam!" Dean shouted, and the two were off running, Sam laughing loudly as he ran outside. 

Bobby walked in, hearing the chaos existing the house, "Do I want to know?" He asked Castiel. 

Castiel had no idea if Bobby did, but decided to answer anyway, "Sam gave me gum and lollipops, Dean disapproves, and now Sam is asking if Dean should kill him. I can't tell if it's a yes or no."

Bobby looked outside and back at the angel and the bag he was currently holding, "They'll tire themselves out. What flavors you got?" Castiel lifted up the bag and Bobby grabbed the treats before he went outside to watch the show. Might as well get some entertainment out of it.

[farity]

Obsession, part 5

"Leaving is easy," she said harshly, her voice shaky with anger.

He searched for something, anything, to show her that he not only wanted her, but that he wanted more. "Ask me anything," he said, finally.

She pulled back at that, "and?" she asked.

"I will tell you anything you wish to know," he replied, "unless that knowledge puts someone in danger."

She gave him a look, swiping a hand across her cheek, where the tear had left its track. "Isn't that just about everything to do with your family?"

He could only look at her, and she took a breath, closing her eyes for a second. "Fine. Who cut your face?"

Straight to the heart of things, he thought, and nodded. He could do this. He could relive the hell that had taken his eye and damned him to everyone. "My nephew, Luke."

Her eyes went wide. "What the fuck?"

"It's a long story." Thank the Seven for small favors.

She scrutinized him for a moment, weighing and considering, before she stepped back. "Then get comfortable, and I'll get some wine."

* * * * *

Aemond was offering honesty and you prized that. You'd push him, seeing how far his loyalty to the family went versus his attraction to you. And then you'd see.

You took a sip of the red wine you usually kept on hand and opened a package of striped fudge cookies. Wine and chocolate. Nothing better for a heart to heart.

"My father was married before. His first wife had a daughter, Rhaenyra, but he wanted a son."

Of course he did.

He was sitting on the sofa, facing you at the other end, where you'd draped one of the throws you kept around over your legs. "She lost a couple of pregnancies and then finally got pregnant with a boy. Then she died during birth, and the baby died a day later."

You couldn't help but close your eyes. "That's awful."

He nodded. "Mom had the four of us, but-"

"Four?"

"My brother Daeron is the youngest, he is studying near my mom's family so he lives with them for now."

He'd asked her for some water along with the wine she'd poured for both of them, and drank some. "Anyway, Rhaenyra always did as she wanted, while we had to go by the rules. She married the guy dad chose for her, but then had three kids who all suspiciously looked like her bodyguard."

Bitterness had started to peek through in his posture, his voice, the tension in his shoulders. You knew this wasn't getting any better any time soon.

"Dad decided she'd take over for him when he retired, and thought throwing her kids in with us would make us all like each other."

He pressed his lips together, shook his head. "It didn't work. They hated us, we hated them. Dad thought he'd just ignore everything. Until one day there was a fight, like many before, but this time, Luke had a knife."

"How old were you?"

"I was ten."

You looked at him, "and Luke?"

"Seven, eight?"

The kind, empathic part of you wanted to reach out, to touch him. Like you wanted to befriend Helaena. But you kept your hands where they were and listened.

"I called them bastards," Aemond smirked for a moment, "and then Luke slashed my face." He looked down at the couch, at the space between you, as if seeing it happen all over again.

"I am sorry," you whispered. "I can't imagine."

He looked up, and you nearly pushed back at the anger in his gaze. "And nothing was done about it."

"Wait, what do you-"

"Luke wasn't punished. In fact Rhaenyra wanted me 'sharply questioned' for saying her kids were bastards."

"But your father-"

"Did nothing." He had leaned forward, one hand on the cushion between you. "My mother tried, demanded one of Luke's eyes be cut out. Father just wanted it all swept under the rug."

Against your better instinct, and tired of the strain of holding back, you closed the distance and wrapped yourself around him. He didn't move, stayed still while you felt the tears begin to fall again.

"Do not pity me."

You pushed away from him. "I don't." You felt rage, incandescent and liquid, flowing freely through you. "I want to murder someone."

"You can't."

You grabbed your wine glass and downed the rest of it in one go. "Why not?"

"Because when I'm done telling the story, you may change your mind."

"Okay, then. Continue."

He drank more of his water. "Years later, I was moving to one of the houses on the property, taking some of my stuff in my truck, and I saw Luke, driving his convertible, top down, not a fucking care in the world."

His eye landed on you and one eyebrow went up. "I started chasing him. Just to scare him. He'd barely gotten his license a few days before, and his mother had bought him the red car of his dreams."

You felt your pulse quicken, anticipating how things were going to end.

"I lost control of the truck during a turn, overcompensated, the truck was loaded with furniture. Luke's little red car didn't have a chance."

Your hands had gone cold, fingertips icy. "Did anyone believe you had lost control of the truck?"

He blinked, as if surprised at your train of thought. "No. Aegon threw me a party. Father raged at me no matter what I said, mother said nothing, never has."

* * * * *

He didn't tell her that in his family, to be called a Kinslayer was the worst kind of insult. He didn't tell her that the only one who had held him when he finally broke down, had been Helaena, who caressed his hair while he wept and told him all about the insects she loved. He'd woken up at dawn with his head still resting on her leg, and she'd fallen asleep sitting against the wall.

"Did he die immediately?"

"Yes."

She looked at him and he felt his heart go still. She was going to tell him to go now, now that she knew, because she could tell that some part of him had wanted Luke dead.

"Too bad."

She poured herself more wine. "I wish he'd suffered. You're not going to drink your wine, are you?" she reached over and grabbed a cookie from the table, bit into it.

When he was finally convinced she didn't quite hate him for everything he'd told her, he spoke again. "It was war for a few months. Several things happened, people were hurt. All because of me."

"Fuck that," she snapped.

"That's how everyone saw it. Things are different now. I got into computers, security, and I became the best."

She grabbed another cookie, snapped it in half, extended one piece to him.

Aemond looked from her face to her hand, and leaned in, taking the cookie from her fingers, then pulling it into his mouth. She placed the other half in her mouth, looking away from him, her face flushed.

After washing it down with some more wine, she looked back at him. "It's like you were set up to end up like this," she mused, then looked around her living room, "I sure hope this place isn't bugged."

"It isn't."

"In that case," she smiled softly, "your dad fucking sucks."

Aemond looked down for a long time. "Thank you for listening."

"I asked the question," she shrugged, "I owed it to you to listen to the answer." She grabbed his untouched glass of wine, downed that as well. "I have one more, if you're willing."

He looked up, "I'll answer as many as I can."

"What does 'calling the banners' mean?"

He couldn't help but smile. She remembered. "It means that you have asked your allies to join you in some kind of enterprise."

"Enterprise."

"An attack, or retribution. Or war."

She tilted her head slightly. "Retribution. For Helaena?"

He nodded, then rubbed his face, mindful of not moving the eye patch. "It has to be done."

"Do you know who it is?"

"Yes."

"Will knowing put me in danger?"

"Not just you."

"Will you be okay?"

He felt a small frisson of delight at her question. "Are you worried for me?"

She blushed and looked away from him, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket on her lap.

"I know this world isn't for everyone," he added quietly, "but I will not ignore the fact that I want you, or that I know that you want me."

"It's not that easy, Aemond. I don't belong to your-"

"The only people who get to decide if you belong with me, are you and me," he said sharply. "And I've already made my decision."

When she looked up, eyebrows raised, he stood. "But now, I have to go." He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked to the door and she reached him just before he opened the door, her small, cold fingers grabbing his, and he pulled her against him, bringing her hand to his lips. "Your hands are cold," he said, kissing across her knuckles.

"I am."

"What?"

"Worried for you." Her cheeks turned pink again. "I think-"

He stopped listening and wrapped his arms around her, his mouth now on hers, her little gasp letting him slip his tongue in her mouth as he pressed her against the wall next to the door.

He felt her other hand reach up to cup the back of his neck, her short fingernails raking across his skin and he almost moaned because it felt so fucking good. She was kissing him back, her tongue sliding alongside his. He could feel her breasts as she shamelessly pushed them against his chest, could imagine tasting them, scraping his teeth across the tender flesh. He could sink to his knees, pull her leggings down and spread her legs open, and he'd bury his face between her thighs, taste even more precious flesh, make her come on his tongue before he fucked her for hours on her bed.

The stupid vibration on his watch broke him out of his thoughts, and he pushed back. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses, her hands on his arms as she steadied herself.

There was business to take care of, and so he took a deep breath and let go of her. "I have to go," he said again, annoyed that she could push him to lose control like this. "Let me know when you make your decision."

Without waiting for her to reply, he left and closed the door behind him, ignoring her parted lips and flushed cheeks.

* * * * *

I stood against that wall for half an hour because I wasn't quite sure my legs could support me if I tried to walk.

Holy hell, the man can kiss. I'm sure there are other things he's good at, too.

I finally make it back to the sofa and finish off the bottle of wine, stuffing my face with cookies for the next hour.

What kind of father sees his kid get his goddamn eye cut out and does nothing to punish the little shit who did it? I don't trust myself to be nice to Viserys Targaryen if I am ever in the same room with him. And the wife, she's like the Mafia version of Lady Macbeth.

I have no business getting involved with Aemond. Absolutely none. I have my quiet, boring life, my quiet, boring job, my quiet, boring place. And compared to what goes on in his family, it feels like paradise.

The thought of not seeing Aemond again, and I know that if I tell him I've decided I don't want to be with him, he would respect that and I would never, ever see him again, makes my head hurt. So I reach for more cookies and pretend it's just another boring night at home.

* * * * *

"He'll kill me if I tell you."

Aemond leaned in. "Oh no. I'm going to kill you. Your only choice is whether it will be a quick, painless death, or days of being hacked to death, one inch at a time, starting with your feet."

The man, tied to the chair, let out a sob. "I was just studying, and this guy asks me to let him know when she comes in. See if it's the same time, asks me to flirt with her so she'll want to come back. His email is in my phone, the bank app has the deposit info. I didn't touch her or anything."

Aemond smiled gently, "thank you. You have been very helpful." He stood and pulled out a gun as the man screamed for mercy, aimed and sent a bullet through his forehead. There was a red mist as it exited the back of his head.

He'd already found the emails and the financial stuff, although he expected it to lead nowhere. He nodded to the two guys to clean up the place and left with the phone in his gloved hand, ready to go home and work through the night.

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