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[shepardyke]

MORTICIA AND WEDNESDAY’S GOODBYE… I AM SICK …

[winchesterwild78]

Teacher

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Mention of divorce, Fluff, SMUT!, Protected sexual contact, Be smart, wrap it up people

A/N: Just a short story I came up with from another picture I was tagged in. I’ve never played guitar, so I’m just going with it. Please overlook any errors with the guitar lessons. 😂 Absolutely no disrespect to Jensen or his family. This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. All work is my own, and I do not give permission for it to be taken without my permission. Feel free to like and reblog.

Minors DNI 18+

You’d been a teacher for over 10 years and loved working with children. It had been something you’d wanted to do since you were little. Before Summer Break you would always ask your teachers for extra worksheets so you could play teacher over the break. You’d make your brother and sister play with you. You of course were the teacher. 

After breaking up with your husband you decided a move and change of scenery was in the cards. Your parents had moved to Texas a few years ago, so you decided to head home. They were letting you live with them until you got on your feet. 

You adored your parents, but as a woman who was almost 40 you didn’t want to live there long. So, you got a local teaching job and offered private guitar lessons on the side. Stacy, a colleague of yours suggested you advertise in the local paper, and on Facebook marketplace. So you did. 

Her husband offered you a space at his building so you had somewhere neutral to meet people at. You were so grateful, because he didn’t charge you rent. Any money you made from the lessons went right in your pocket. 

You checked your email after dinner and saw an email from someone asking for lessons. You emailed the person back, who said his name was Jay, and gave him the details. The two of you agreed to meet Thursday at 6pm. You offered the first lesson for free, that way the both of you could get a feel for each other. You could make sure they weren’t crazy, and find out how much teaching they needed, and they could see if you could offer them what they needed in lessons. 

The week went quickly and it was time to head to your first lesson. You were excited and hoped “Jay” was not psycho and you could actually have a client. You arrived at the space and started setting up the room. Stacy’s husband had put a couch, chairs and tables in the room to help make it comfortable. You were grateful to have such a nice space to hold lessons in. 

About 10 minutes to 6, you heard a knock on the door. “Come in” you called from the other side of the room. “Hello, I’m looking for Ms. Y/L/N, I’m Jay.” You turned around to greet the man and stopped dead in your tracks. “Um, you can call me Y/N.” Standing before you was none other than Jensen Ackles. You’d been a fan for years and really couldn’t believe he was standing in your studio. 

He stepped forward and extended his hand, “Hello, Y/N. I’m Jensen, but you can call me Jay.” You shook his hand, “Honestly, I know who you are. I’ve been a fan for years. I understand if you’d rather not go forward with the lessons.” “No, darlin’ I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with who I was. I hope you understand.” You nodded, “So, Mr. Ackles, if you’re ready to get started we can. I have my clients start playing so I can see what you know and what you need to practice. I’m ready whenever you are.” 

Jensen took out his guitar, “Please, call me Jensen, and I’m ready.” Jensen started playing and you watched intently. The way he gripped the fretboard had you biting your lip. His pressure was perfect and his fingers held the pick like he was holding something delicate. 

He flicked his green eyes up at you as he played, and you swallowed hard. Damn how am I going to teach him how to play guitar when all I can think about is his fingers playing my body like he’s playing the strings on that guitar. God is there nothing he can’t do?! 

Jensen stopped playing and you looked at him confused. “Jensen, are you sure you need lessons? You sounded great, and your grip is perfect.” “Yeah, I like to practice and I figured I’d hire someone to give me pointers. I’ve been writing songs with a buddy of mine, and I want to contribute more to the band.”

“I understand that. I’ll be happy to help with whatever you need.” For some reason after you said that blush filled your cheeks. Jensen smirked at you, “I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’.” The rest of the session was filled with small talk, and he showed you the song he was working on. You gave him some pointers on it, and when he made the changes he thought it sounded better. 

The lesson was supposed to last an hour and when you finally looked at the clock you realized it was almost 9pm. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, Jensen. I didn’t realize what time it was. I monopolized your whole evening.” Jensen took your hand and smiled. Electricity shot through your body and your breath hitched. “It’s okay. I really enjoyed my time with you tonight. When do you think we could continue the lessons?” 

“Um, I’m available whenever. Honestly I don’t have much of a social life.” “Well, how about we meet back here tomorrow night at 6, I’ll bring dinner, and we can work some more.” “That sounds great, Jensen. I can’t wait.” Jensen stood, and put his guitar away, “Great, it’s a date.” 

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, it’s a date then. See you later Jensen.” Jensen stepped towards you, your heart pounding in your chest, he was inches from your face. “See you later, Y/N.” Then he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. The two of you exchanged phone numbers so you could text whenever you needed to.

He spun on his heels and left you standing in the middle of the room. You touched your cheek and let out the breath you were holding. You closed up for the night and walked to your car. As you got in your car your phone went off. 

Unknown: Hey, it’s Jensen. I hope you don’t mind that I'm texting you. I really enjoyed my time tonight. Looking forward to tomorrow.

You: Hey, Jensen. Yeah, it’s fine you texted. I enjoyed tonight too. I’m looking forward to tomorrow too. I’ll bring dessert. 😀

Jensen: Sounds great. Would you mind texting me when you get home. I just want to make sure you get home safely.

You: Yeah, sure.

You put your phone down and started driving home. You smiled thinking Jensen wanted you to text him. Honestly you felt like you were dreaming. Jensen Ackles was your client, and was texting you. How is this real life?

You pulled in the driveway and walked in the house. Your mom was on the couch and your dad was asleep in the chair. “Hey honey, you’re home late. How did the lesson go?” “Oh, hey mom, yeah it went a little over. We are meeting again tomorrow.” “That’s great, dinner is in the fridge if you’re hungry.” You walked over to your mom and hugged her, “Thanks mom. I appreciate it.” 

Walking to the kitchen you pulled out your phone and sent Jensen a text.

You: Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m safely at home. About to eat some dinner.

Jensen: Glad you got home safe. Thanks for letting me know. So, what’s for dinner?

You smiled at your phone. He’s really wanting to chat with me. Oh I hope I don’t embarrass myself.  

You: Mom made supper and put it in the fridge. I’m not sure yet. 

Jensen: That’s sweet. So, you live with your parents or did your mom just cook you something.

Shit, Jensen, now you’re going to scare her away. Why ask her if she lives at home. What does it matter?

Jensen: I’m sorry, that came across as intrusive. I didn’t mean it like that.

You: It wasn’t. Yeah I moved back in with them not that long ago. After my divorce I needed a change of scenery so I came home. Just trying to save up some money to move out on my own. 

Jensen: I’m sorry to hear about your divorce. Speaking from experience they can be hard. 

You: Yeah, they aren’t for the faint of heart. It looks like mom made roasted chicken, potatoes and veggies. 

Jensen: Yum, sounds delicious. I can let you go so you can eat.

You: You don’t have to. I can chat and eat. If you want to.

Jensen: I do.

You: So, what’s Jensen Ackles doing taking guitar lessons?

Jensen: I’m just trying to hone my skills so I can get better at it. Figured I’d get pointers from a professional.

You: I can appreciate that. As a teacher I try to learn what I can and invest in my knowledge when I can. Practice makes progress. 😀

Jensen: So true. If you don’t mind me asking, how long were you married?

You: About 13 years. We just drifted apart and were more roommates than anything. We decided to split, so I moved back home.

Jensen: I’m sorry. That’s tough. 

You: Thanks. So enough about my failed love life. What got you interested in music?

Jensen: I’ve always played and music helps me relax, so I wanted to explore music as an outlet to help with stress.

You: That sounds amazing. I’m glad I can be a part of it.

Jensen: Me too, I can’t wait for our session tomorrow. 

You: Me either. Well, I hate to cut this short, but I need to get ready for bed. I have to be up early for work tomorrow.

Jensen: No problem, I understand. Thanks for chatting with me. I’ll see you tomorrow.

You: Yeah, thanks for chatting. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Jensen.

Jensen: Good night, Y/N. Sleep well. 

You put your phone down and smiled. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Putting your dishes in the sink, you went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for bed. When you finally crawled into bed, you were too excited to sleep. Thinking about Jensen and the kiss on your cheek, made your heart flutter. You finally fell asleep after laying awake for at least an hour, thinking about him and what tomorrow night would bring. 

The next day at work you couldn’t help but wear a smile all day. Your colleagues and students noticed it. Stacy walked up to you after dismissal, “Hey, girl. What’s got you smiling so much?” “Nothing much. I just feel like things are starting to fall into place. I have lessons lined up, I love this job, and I just feel free.” She hugged you, “I’m happy for you. What are your plans for this weekend?” “Well, I have another lesson tonight, but I'm not sure about the rest of the weekend. I think I’m just going to relax.” “That’s great, well I’ll see you later, bye Y/N.” “Bye girl, have a great weekend.”

You gathered your stuff and headed towards your car. You noticed a text from Jensen, “Hey, how was your day?” You smiled and sent him a reply, “It was great, how was your day?” “It was good. I volunteered at the kids’ school today, so that was fun. I’m looking forward to tonight.” “Me too, I’ll text you more when I get home.” 

You drove home and went inside, greeting your parents. “Hey, mom. I have another lesson tonight, so I won’t be home until later. I’m getting dinner out tonight.” “Okay, sounds good.” 

You went to your room, grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a shower before you had to meet Jensen. Before jumping in the shower, you sent Jensen a text.

You: Just got home, jumping in the shower. 

Jensen: I’m glad you made it home safely, and thanks for the image. 😉

You looked at his reply. Is he flirting with me? 

You: You’re welcome. 😉 Getting in now. I’ll be right back.

Jensen: I’ll be waiting.

You took a quick shower, dried off and looked at the outfit you picked. Suddenly it didn’t seem good enough. You sighed and started looking through your clothes. You’re overthinking this. He’s there for lessons, nothing more. Get that out of your head. Oh but good lord did you see how his fingers pressed on those strings, and how his hand held the guitar. You bit your lip thinking about Jensen. 

Grabbing your dark blue lace bra and matching panties, you slid them on. You decided on your favorite jeans, that fit you just right, and one of your band t-shirts. You decided to leave your hair down, but grabbed a hair tie for later. 

Grabbing your phone you sent Jensen a text.

You: Okay, I’m done and getting ready to head out the door. I’ll be at the studio shortly if you decide to come early.

Jensen: Great, I’m almost ready so I’ll be heading that way soon too. What are you wearing? 😜

You: *sent picture* 😉

Jensen’s name kept popping up showing he was texting but nothing came through.

Shit! I shouldn’t have sent it. Great, now he’s thinking of a way to back out. 

Jensen: Wow, you look beautiful. I can’t wait to see you in person.

You: Thank you. I can’t wait to see you either. 

You blushed as you put your phone away. Heading down the stairs your mom looked at you. “Well don’t you look beautiful, must be some lesson.” She winked at you. “Mom, I’m just wearing jeans and a t-shirt.” “Okay, baby. Have fun tonight.” “Thanks mom, bye.”

You stopped at the store and grabbed a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, you knew it was his favorite and headed to the studio. As you walked up to unlock the door you heard a sultry voice behind you, “Hello, darlin’.” A shiver went down your spine. You knew it was Jensen before you even turned around. 

You turned and smiled, “Hey, Jensen.” You looked him up and down, damn did he look good. You bit your lip as a slight blush filled your cheeks and a yearning filled your core. Unlocking the door, the two of you stepped in. “Let’s sit everything down over here on the counter.” You motioned towards the counter on the right. 

Jensen sat the food down and saw the cake in your hands. “Did you really get a cake?” He asked excitedly. You nodded, “Yep, chocolate with chocolate frosting. Your favorite.” Jensen smiled at you and stepped closer to you, putting his hands on your waist he pulled you close. Your breath hitched. You could smell his intoxicating cologne. He smelled woodsy and like mint. 

Jensen brushed a stray hair back and hugged you, “Thank you.” Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You swallowed hard, “You’re welcome, Jensen.” You whispered. 

The two of you stared at each other for a few minutes before pulling away. Jensen cleared his throat, “So I hope you don’t mind, but I picked up some BBQ from my favorite place downtown.” “BBQ is perfect, thank you.” Jensen pulled the containers out of the bag and you grabbed plates and silverware. The two of you grabbed some food and started eating.

The conversation over dinner was comfortable. Both of you talked about your family, you talked about your job, and the conversation drifted towards both of your failed marriages. You learned his marriage ended kinda like yours did. He and his ex just drifted apart. They both were gone all the time, and even though they tried to make it work, they just grew apart. 

After the food was done, you were cleaning up and Jensen got out his guitar and music. While you cleaned, he played and sang. You could listen to him sing all day long. You stopped cleaning and leaned against the counter watching him. 

The intensity in his eyes drove you wild. As he sang the vein in his neck popped out and you gasped. The shirt he was wearing showed off his toned body, and as he played his biceps flexed, causing you to clench your thighs and bite your lower lip. 

Jensen looked up and noticed you were watching him, he also noticed the pink in your cheeks. He smiled at you. His green eyes seemed to sparkle. You finished cleaning and took a seat next to him. You were so flustered you could barely play your guitar, and he laughed. “Come here darlin’, let me show you the cord. He grabbed your hand and placed his fingers on yours, helping you play the notes. His hot breath rushed across your neck and his body pressed firmly behind yours. 

Your breath hitched as you felt his firm fingers on yours. You turned your face to face him, “Jensen…” Before you could finish your sentence, his lips pressed against yours. You pulled back. “Oh god, I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jensen jumped up and started to pack his guitar away. You walked over to him, touched his arm, “Jensen, it’s okay.” He stood up and looked at you. You stepped closer to him, looking in his eyes. He closed the distance between you two, cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips on yours. 

You melted into his touch, and moaned in his mouth. His hands slid down your arms and pulled you by your waist closer to him. Your hands went behind his neck and your fingers danced in his hair. 

Both of you deepen the kiss, Jensen’s tongue licked your lips, begging for entrance. You parted your mouth and soon your tongues were doing an intricate dance in each other’s mouth, fighting for dominance. 

Jensen walked you back to the couch, not parting from your lips. Soon the need for air became too much. You both pulled away panting for air. Jensen sat down and pulled you down on his lap. You were straddling him and he pulled you back into his lips. 

His hands traveled up your shirt and held onto your back. You could feel his growing erection and it excited you. Jensen’s fingers played with the hem of your shirt and you leaned up, giving him permission to remove it. His hands slid down and pulled your shirt up and over your head. 

Jensen’s eyes turned dark with lust when he saw your lace bra. You could almost hear a low growl. You were self-conscious about your body and tried to hide a little. I mean, this is Jensen Ackles, he has dated and married movie stars and models. “Baby, don’t hide your body, you’re perfect.” He kissed down your collarbone, to your covered breasts. 

You threw your head back at the contact. God his lips and fingers felt amazing on your body.

Jensen leaned forward a bit, and removed his shirt. Exposing his perfectly toned body. You groaned and danced your fingers down his chest. Jensen stood, lifting you up like you weighed nothing, spun you around and gently laid you on the couch. “Can I take these off?” He asked, motioning to your pants. You nodded yes, not trusting your voice. His fingers brushed against your skin as he unbuttoned the top button and unzipped your pants. 

Your breathing grew faster as your heart pumped wildly in your chest. You lifted your hips and he pulled down your pants and panties in one pull. He groaned when he saw your exposed body, laying, waiting for him. You laid on the couch, in nothing but your bra. Jensen’s hands slipped behind you and you leaned forward letting him unhook your bra. As you laid back down, Jensen’s fingers danced over your shoulders and slid down your straps. Lightly raking your skin with his fingertips. 

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he touched you. Exposing your breasts, Jensen leaned back looking over your now naked form. You wanted to hide your body, but he wouldn’t let you. You were breathing faster as the anticipation in the room crackled with thickness. Jensen stood and removed his pants and boxers. 

You let out a shuddered breath as you took in his perfect, toned body. His cock was hard and longer than you expected. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape your mouth. 

“You okay, sweetheart? Are you sure you want this?” “Yes, Jensen. I’m sure.” Jensen nodded and kissed down your torso. He used his fingers to part your folds, feeling how wet you are. His fingers danced in and out of your folds, pressing your engorged clit, like he was playing an instrument. He knew how to work your body, like he had been doing it for years. His strong, calloused fingers found their way inside you. You moaned and gripped the couch as he hooked his fingers up. “Oh Jensen. Just like that. Oh god that feels so good.” Jensen’s fingers moved in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. You felt yourself getting closer to your release. Flush filling your face, sweat beading on your forehead. Your ragged breath mixed with the instinctive moans filled the room. “Come on baby, I can feel you getting close, just let go for me. You can do it.” “Oh Jensen, I’m gonna cum!” “Cum for me, Y/N.” With that you were pushed over the edge. You came hard, so hard you saw stars. 

Jensen rubbed until you were a squirming mess under him. As he helped you ride your high, he removed his fingers. You moaned at the loss of fullness. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” “Yes, Jensen, I need you. Please.” 

Jensen retrieved a condom from his wallet and pumped himself a few times before putting it on. He slid it on and positioned himself between your legs. The tip of his cock pushed past your folds and into you. As Jensen pushed in, both of you let out a primal moan. He stopped, trying not to cum. “Sorry I need a minute.” He whispered. You giggled. He leaned up and started pumping in and out. His lips landed on yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Jensen was gentle with you, and with each thrust he stretched you like you’d never been stretched before.

His hands explored every inch of your body, your eyes kept finding each other’s and each time, Jensen softly kissed you. Every thrust, every touch felt like home. Your body was his and his was yours. Even if just in that moment. Jensen pulled you on top of him as he sat up, not pulling out of you. The change in position had you gripping his shoulders as you rode him. He was deeper than he was before. Each bounce sent you closer to your second release. You began bouncing as Jensen sucked on your breasts. “Jensen, I’m gonna cum again.” “Me too, cum for me baby.” You came hard around his cock, your walls squeezing his shaft and pulling his release out of him. With a thrust and a grunt, Jensen came too. Shooting his load into the condom. 

As he finished, he leaned his forehead against yours and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Both of you had a light sheen on your bodies from the sweat. Your face was flush and so was his, and both of you were softly panting. 

You slowly got off of him, making sure not to pull off the condom. Moving to the side, Jensen stood, placed another kiss on your lips and walked over to the trash can to remove the condom and clean himself up. You started to pull on your clothes, when he walked back over. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you again. “That was amazing, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.” You smiled, “Yes it was, thank you, Jensen.” He smiled and kissed you again.

You both got dressed and sat on the couch, holding each other. The room was filled with silence. Clearing your throat, you sat up and looked at him, “So, what does this mean? I’m fine if it was just to blow off steam. I just want to know.” “Well, I’d like to see where this goes, if you’re up for it.” Jensen looked at you as he said it. “Really, Jensen? I would love that.” “Good, because I’ve always wanted to say I was hot for teacher.” You laughed, and so did he. 

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Behind Closed Doors (Part 2)

Pairing : Boss!Dean Winchester X Assistant!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, use of pet names (a-lot) not proofread.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Dean and Y/n arrived at their destination and Y/n was sure of one thing; A romantic getaway to the Bahamas is the epitome of paradise. Dean had booked a private beach house for their stay. The beach house was nestled along a secluded stretch of shoreline, offering unparalleled access to the ocean and breathtaking views of the horizon. The house design was seamless with its natural surroundings, with large, open spaces that invite the outdoors in. Expansive glass doors and windows frame panoramic views of the beach, allowing sunlight to flood every corner of the home. A spacious deck extended from the house, leading directly to the soft, white sand.

“You really went all out huh?” Y/n questioned as they both entered the beautiful house. Dean smiled proudly as she took in all the luxurious designs of the place.

“The best for my baby.” Dean said closing in on her and pulling her into his chest. She leaned back with a contented sigh, dropping her head on his shoulder, her arms resting on his’ at her torso.

“Thank you, Dean.” Dean shook his head at words, pressing his lips to the column of her neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake. His lips moved upwards, he placed a kiss below her neck and moved to her jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me sweetheart.” Dean replied tenderly. He is just happy to be here with her, to be able to spend some quality time without being interrupted by anyone. He turned her around to face him, bringing his hand up to rest on her cheek “What do you wanna do today?”

Y/n titled her head to the side, her lips turning into a little pout as she mulled over what she wants to do today. Dean found her extremely adorable when she was lost in thought and all he wanted was to kiss her senseless.

“Lunch then rest. A dip in the ocean in the evening, dinner and then stargazing?” Y/n listed off the day’s plan.

“Careful baby, your PA is showing.” Dean chuckled earning a swat on the arm. “I’m kidding. Sounds like a plan to me.” Dean leaned forward brushing his lips against her ear before adding, “Does the evening dip involve swimming without clothes?” Y/n smirked evilly at his question.

“Well you’re gonna have to wait and find out.” She replied making her way into the large spacious bedroom, with plush bedding and direct access to outdoor spaces, to enjoy the sounds of the waves at night.

Dean groaned at the image his mind conjured up, not being able to stop the dirty thoughts occupying his mind. He quickly followed behind her into bedroom, picking her up and throwing her onto the soft mattress making her bounce lightly. “Slight change of plans, sweetheart. I’m having dessert first.” He said pulling his shirt over his head, leaning down to crash his lips against hers.

“God, you’re insatiable baby.” She murmured against his lips making him grin. The two of them spent quite a few hours making sweet love to each listening to soothing sound of the waves crashing.

After a leisurely and quite late lunch with fresh seafood and tropical fruits enjoyed on the deck, overlooking the ocean, the two of them laid in the hammock enjoying the calm.

As the evening approaches and the heat softens, clad in her bikini and his swim trunks, Y/n and Dean step down to the beach for a refreshing dip in the ocean. The water was warm, the light golden as the sun started to descend. The two of them float in the gentle waves, feeling utterly connected to the beauty around them.

Dean splashed water at Y/n, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he declared for a friendly battle. She wiped her face, removing the water from her face before splashing him back. They continued to dodge each other’s playful swipes. Laughter fills the air as they wrestle, trying to pull the other off balance while feeling the cool rush of water against their skin. Dean managed to push her head underwater playfully drowning her. Y/n got back to to surface glaring her boyfriend who was busy laughing.

“I win.” Dean exclaimed doing an awkward victory dance in the water. She narrowed her eyes at him before an evil thought creeped in her head. Grinning mischievously she grabbed the strings of her bikini top and pulled it off completely, throwing it at his face, rendering him speechless. Dean’s eyes turned dark and lustful, although she was hidden by water from below her neck. “You little minx, come here.” Dean growled reaching for her but she swam away before sticking her tongue at him. Needlessly to say he caught her and the dip in the ocean become even more interesting than anticipated.

Later, as the sky turns to twilight, they had dinner—paired with a bottle of wine, savored under the open sky. The evening culminated in stargazing from the beach, lying side by side on soft blankets as the stars emerge, twinkling like diamonds against the velvet night. The peacefulness of the scene made it feel as if the entire universe is theirs to enjoy in this perfect moment of togetherness.

“Did you have fun today?” Dean asked looking at her. She teared her gaze away from the stars to look at him, she supported herself on her elbow, her head on the palm of her hand.

“This is best day of my life.” She whispered in the stillness of the night.

“Can I make it even better?” Dean asked sitting up and looked at him curiously. He looked at her expectantly and she nodded lightly urging him to go on. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” Dean said getting up from where he sat and disappeared into the house. A few minutes later he came back and he looked slightly nervous than he was before he left. He stopped in-front of her and held his hand out for her, which she grabbed without hesitation and pulled her up to her feet.

“Y/n,” Dean took a deep breath before continuing, “I never thought I'd find someone like you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You made me feel things I never thought were possible. Every time I'm with you, I feel my heart race, my soul sing... and I know that I never want to be without you." Y/n let out a gasp as she realised what was happening. “You're my partner, my other half. Your laughter, your intelligence, your kindness... I could go on forever about how wonderful you are. Honestly I can’t even work properly without you, the company would’ve gone to shit if it weren’t for you.” Y/n chuckled wanting to tell him he’s exaggerating but refrained from interrupting him. “You make me the happiest man alive. And nothing in the world would make me happier than you agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me.” He retrieved a velvet box from his pocket, the box open to reveal a sparkling engagement ring. Lowering himself down on one knee he asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, Dean I will!” She exclaimed with tears streaming down her cheeks. He quickly slid the ring in her ring finger. The engagement ring showcases a single, exquisite round brilliant diamond set in a sleek platinum band. Getting to his feet he smashed his lips to in a searing kiss, pulling her into him.

“I was gonna wait till the end of the vacation you know, incase you said no. But laying here with you, beside the ocean, under the stars, you were just looking absolutely breathtaking and I couldn’t help myself.” Dean said after pulling away.

“You really thought I would’ve said no?” She asked and he rubbed the back of head.

“Yeah, I mean I haven’t been the best boyfriend to you, we haven’t even been public-“ she quickly stopped him.

“It doesn’t matter to me, darling. As long as you love me I’m good. Though I think now might be the best time to tell your family.” She said showing him the ring on her finger. They’re engaged now, even if they don’t go public they should at least tell his parents.

“Absolutely, sweetheart. The first thing I’m doing when we get back home is telling mom.” Dean had decided to tell his mom about their relationship the minute he bought the ring. He was done hiding their relationship and he doesn’t give two shits what people might say about them. She’s his fiancée now and he’s going to show her off to the whole world. “For now, I just wanna make love to my beautiful fiancée all night long and spend this vacation with her.”

“You’re lucky she loves you.” She replied giggling softly.

“Damn right I am.” He said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder making his way back to the house. “And she best believe I love her too.”

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[wrenreid]

Off Limits

contains: oral, handjob, sex…

Part Twenty- Five

Fuck it if she’s off limits.

I get in my car and drive, only one thing on my mind. Her. I just want to be with her. Around her. I don’t care what we do.

I knock on her apartment door lightly, knowing Jack would be asleep and praying she wouldn’t be. To my delight, Jade opens the door wearing nothing but pjs and a smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar with the team?” She asks, her head tilting to the side as her grin grows.

“I’d rather be here,” I tell her honestly.

Jade pulls me into her apartment before shutting the door. She looks me up and down, not even bothering to conceal her gaze.

“Are you checking me out?” I ask with a chuckle.

Jade bites her lip and nods. “This is a good look for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she says slowly. “White button ups, so hot.”

I look down to my shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows due to the humidity outside.

“What are you plotting, Spencer?”

“Nothing,” I tell her. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“You’re a beautiful sweet talker,” she smiles, pulling me into her before I can take a step forward.

Her lips press to mine gently, and I return the favor happily, a smile on my lips. My hands hold the sides of her face.

Jade’s the one who takes the kiss a step further, deepening the movements and causing our lips to burn with desire.

I’m not sure which one of us takes the initiative to move to the couch, but it happens in a brief motion. I sit down on the couch and she sits on my lap. The action is mostly innocent, well, as innocent as straddling someone’s lap can be. We’re not in a rush.

My hands find a resting spot on her hips, hers on my shoulders, as we kiss. Our lips suck against each other’s, tongues gliding and intertwining.

“Yeah, definitely would rather be here than at the bar,” I say with a chuckle, rubbing my thumbs against the skin revealed from her top riding up.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jade grins, her face already flushed from the kissing.

After a few more slow, passionate kisses, her lips begin trailing down to my neck. Her fingers undo the top button of my shirt to give herself more skin to cover with her lips. She attaches them to my neck, sucking gently while her fingertip trails from my shoulder down to my stomach. I can feel my skin prickle with chill bumps of pleasure.

Jade sucks on the base of my throat, her tongue making contact with my skin.

“Hmm, Jade,” I noise. “Do you know what you’re doing right now?”

She pulls away with a slightly shy smile. “Making you horny?”

“Yes very much so.”

“Sorry,” she chuckles softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“It’s okay, baby,” I assure her.

I lean up into her, pressing my lips to hers again. She rolls her hips against mine, brushing her core to the bulge in my pants.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” I ask her, our lips close.

I see her eyes light up with curiosity and anticipation. “Yes.”

Once the door is closed, our lips are all over each other’s again, hands roaming. Jade sits on her bed, looking up at me with a smile.

“Do you want me to…” my words fall off until I gain the confidence. “I want to taste you. If that’s okay.”

Jade bites her bottom lip gently then nods.

“Words.”

“Yes,” she says then adds a sweet “please.”

“Whatever you want, princess,” I smile.

I lean over her, and she lays down against the mattress. I take her lips into mine, slipping my tongue into her mouth slowly.

“Sit up,” I request. When she follows my directions, I slip her shirt off her body after receiving a nod of permission.

She’s not wearing a bra. I can tell my eyes widen. “God.”

“What?” Jade chuckles.

“You know what,” I say, kissing her briefly before feeling her chest. I take one of her tits in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple before sucking on it.

The little noise of delight she releases makes me feel good. I love hearing how good I can make her feel.

My lips trail down to the waistband of her pj bottoms, leaving a path of kisses on her skin. I look down at her shorts, then up to her eyes.

“Just take them off already,” she says with a slight laugh.

“Yes ma’am,” I remark just before looping my fingers under the band and removing her bottoms.

She’s left completely revealed now, and I can feel my bulge growing at the sight. I dip my head down, spreading her legs with my hands. My tongue licks up her pussy, giving myself just a taste. Eventually, I can’t even tease her any longer because of how desperately I need this.

I dip my tongue inside of her, as deep as it can reach. She’s wet and only getting wetter by the second. It doesn’t take long for me to be absolutely devouring her, taking every drip of her I can get into my mouth.

The moans and whines she makes are like music to my ears. I know she’s trying to be quiet, and it’s absolutely adorable hearing her fail at silencing her noises.

She slaps her hand over her mouth as she finishes, her moans muffled but still pleasing my ears.

Holy fuck. The way Spencer looks up at me from between my legs, my juices dripping from his chin. It’s so fucking hot.

I lean down, holding his face in my hands. “You’re so beautiful.”

He smiles, moving his head to kiss my hand. “Thank you.”

He crawls back up to hover above me. I pull his head down to kiss me, tasting myself on his tongue.

As we kiss, I reach my hand down to grab the tent in his pants. “Can I?”

Usually, this is the part where he stops what we’re doing, but instead he nods. “Yes.”

I’m not entirely sure what to do, but it can’t be that hard. Well, ironically, he’s incredibly hard. I slip my hand into his boxers, grabbing ahold of his erection.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Jade…”

I pull it out of his pants, stroking it gently. My hands are shaking a bit, but I don’t stop. I want to please him. Once I’m a bit more comfortable with jerking him off, I reverse our positions, having him sit down on the bed. He leans against the headboard as I sit on his lap. His pants are now off.

I speed up my motions, my hand pumping him at a pace that draws out more moans from him.

“You’re doing so good,” he practically whimpers out, his breathing heavy.

Oh I like that sound. A lot.

I look down at him with a smug grin. But his hand wrapping around my throat and pulling me toward him wipes the expression away. The butterflies in my stomach flap their wings hard.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to stop before I cum on your hand,” Spencer says, slightly embarrassed.

“Noted,” I chuckle softly, removing my hand from his dick.

“I want you. So fucking bad,” Spencer says in a sort of growl that I’ve never heard from him, or anyone, before.

I lick my lips, staring down at him with need. “I’m all yours.”

Spencer lifts me off of him and lays me down on the bed. He hovers above me again, his hand to the side of me holding up his weight. He dips down, kissing me again, biting my bottom lip.

After a moment, he pulls away. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, his soft brown gaze still filled with a hint of concern.

I pull him down by the collar of his white button up so that our lips are just barely brushing against each other’s. “Please fuck me.”

My words ignite something in him and his lips attack my neck with sloppy kisses, leaving his mark down to my chest. My hands undo the buttons of his shirt, and I slip it off of him and toss it on the ground.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom,” he says, a disappointed written look all over his face.

“Uh. It’s okay,” I say. “I’m on the pill. Cramps and stuff.”

“You’re sure it’s okay?”

I nod. “Mhm. I want to feel you.”

“You do not have to tell me twice,” Spencer smiles, kissing my lips again.

He guides me through the process, telling me he’ll go slow. It hurts at first, like he warned me. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure.

As he pushes himself in and out of me, our moans fill the room. I wrap my legs around his torso.

“Harder. Please.”

He obeys my request, thrusting into me deeply and roughly. I kiss him to quiet myself down, moaning into his mouth. And as I finish, I bite his shoulder.

When Spencer’s done, he goes to my bathroom to get a rag to clean his cum off my stomach and wipe down my core.

He sits down beside me, smiling down at me. “I- uh. Wow.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, moving my hair out of my face. “Wow.”

“How do I keep missing my change to ask you? Can I be your boyfriend?”

I sit up, my smile growing wider. “Yes. I would love that.”

Spencer leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips then to my forehead. “As much as I hate to leave after this, your dad is about to be home.”

“I know, don’t worry about it,” I tell him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

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Happilyfeatherafter’s ficrec Fridays

It's February!! Welcome back to another week of ficrecs. A mix of post-confession therapy, poetry, and glorious AU this week. (I thought I'd not read much because this week has been, quite frankly, a bastard, but apparently this was a lie!)

If you missed last week’s you can find my previous rec lists here for more!

2 February 2024

maybe i like pleasure pain by tothewillofthepeople (@kvothes). After the perfect darkness of the Empty, Cas finds the world a little…overwhelming. Dean tries to help. Post 15x18, Cas is both touch starved and touch sensitive, and the sensory overload of the world can be a bit too much. He craves Dean's touch, but resists asking for it. A really beautifully written, metaphor laden examination of chronic pain, disability, trauma and the physicality of the body and nebulous presence of mind. All wrapped up in an abundance of love and devotion. Absolutely gorgeous.

Prayer to a False God by K_A_Mindin (@katerinaalianovamindin, art by @gaytedlasso for @spnbangbang) It’s been two years stuck in the Empty, where the Shadow showed him his worst mistakes over and over again. Then he's brought back, to Jack and to Dean, and silence continues to rein, the unspoken acknowledgement of the confession lingering in the air...until Cas decides he needs to stop letting silence rule. Alongside the emotional pull of this thread, the D/S dynamics which grant Dean the permission to speak his truths, through prayer, and through physical release, are a joy to behold.

i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president) by @you-cant-spell-subtext-without is a brilliantly funny take on Misha's "Dean is a custodian in a fast food restaurant. Castiel is the President of the United States" fic prompt from a convention, told through the narrative hook of a Cinderella story. Delightfully tongue in cheek, and laugh out loud, this is currently a wip but a must read to bring joy to your inbox each update.

FROTUS by kathscradle takes the very same prompt but approaches it in a very well executed slowburn that says ok but seriously what if? My favourite thing about this fic is the importance of family, Cas being the widowed single parent of Jack and Claire, and Dean stepping up in his new role as step-Dad. Add in the slowburn relationship unfolding through long distance hyper-monitored correspondence, and all the national security matters at hand, this longfic gave my The West Wing/Scandal/Destiel brain a great big hug.

birthday candles by rhinestoneangels (almondrose/@pinknatural) is a super cute, ever so charming Dean's birthday ficlet in which Castiel's sister Anna drags him to a birthday party for a friend of hers who he has never met. He googles what to bring to a birthday party and settles on baking cookies...one fire later and fortunately, the firefighter who shows up to save Castiel from himself is very dreamy, and what a coincidence! It's his birthday, too….

I've also fallen down a rabbit warren of destiel and spn poetry, and I really really love this one by @whatladybird and this one by @eyelinerdean, @donestiel's incredible poetry gif edit series and I'm very excited to keep reading more on the @spnpoetryrenaissance blog. Has anyone seen a 2024 prompt list? Asking for reasons.

PS if you'd like to be added to a tag list for my ficrecs going forward please let me know!

[xoxo-sarah]

Needle and Thread

↝a/n: I used to sew when I was around 13/14 and my mother used to say I was a grandmother at heart. I kind of miss it. It was so relaxing. ALSO I brought back Robin's Season 3 shoes because I can.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝warning: not proofread,

↝⎙ 6.23.23

Robin adored you. She really did. And she let Steve know it.

"She's so adorable." Steve had lost count how many times she's said that, just today! She's stop whatever she was saying and you just to say how adorable you were. She could talk hours and hours about you and everything that made you perfect, atleast for her.

He didn't mind, really. He was glad she found somebody.

"Oh my God!" Steve glanced up to see her in a frenzy. He raised an eyebrows. "She did the cutest thing." Her words were spewing from her mouth so fast from excitement, Steve couldn't understand what you could of done to make her this excited about it and especially showing him. Before he could further question, she turned around, pulling her vest up her back.

"Robin, what are you doing?" He glanced around the store to the few customers examining around the movie store.

She pointed near her pants, not helping Steve's bewildered state.

She stepped backwards, close to wear Steve was standing. "There's flowers!" She happily stated, a grin from ear to ear.

"Oh." He now saw what she was talking about. He had to admit, the little orange and yellow flowers with a boarder around them was cute and subtle.

"She's so good at it! She said she was gonna embord- embroidery? That's the word, right? Embroidered? I don't know- but she's going to put little flowers on my tennis shoes. It's so cute." She continued gushing. "She's so talented with a needle and thread, it's crazy."

Steve just stood, watching his friend gush out, passionately, how much she adored you.

He couldn't be happier for her.

He had a feeling Robin would show him many more embroidery pieces- with the same enthusiasm.

"I love it!" Robin stood in front of you, her old red converse in hand. She rotated them, taking all the little details on. She noticed how you washed them, but drew over where she had drawn on them before. Tracing the “won't go down in history but i will go down on your sister” and “funny your mom never complained much" along with the boobies and other doodles.

"Oh!" You ran off as she observed the little planets sewn into the red fabric. You came back, your own converse in hand. You pointed at the red heart on your own pair, "We match." Just like yours, hers had the little heart near the heel, the thread the same color of your shoes.

"These are so cool. Steve is going to be so jealous."

She couldn't contain her affection anymore. She leaned forward, kissing your lips, a silent thank you. After pulling back mad licking her lips, she broke out in another grin, staring at the shoes.

SHOE INSPIRATION ↓

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

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Late Night and Date Night —— M.S.

—matt and his girlfriend has a hard time sleeping, so they’ve decided to have an impromptu date to the park.

—matt x poc!reader

—warnings: nothing, just cuteness, use of pet names (baby, love)

—lowercase intended

—a/n: first time writing in a WHILE, kinda long sorry😭

“ugh” you hear matt groan as he turns for the umpteenth time tonight. you laid there and watched, “can’t sleep either?” he nods as he lays there defeated, eyes closed still trying to get some type of sleep. “how long have you been up?” he asks while rubbing his eyes, one opens to look at you. “hmm, only been up for an hour,” you reply “wanna go for a walk? i’m pretty sure that helps.” you chuckled as you gotten up off of the bed looking around for one of your boyfriend’s hoodies.

he hums in agreement, also getting up to put on his shirt he threw off earlier. as you were putting on his gray fresh love hoodie, you decided to take off your bonnet so your freshly done braids could breathe. you put it on your white vanity in your room and then you put your braids into a half up, half down hairstyle, so they wouldn’t be in your face. “so pretty baby,” matt compliments, “can’t believe you’re all mine.” he smiles softly as he looks at you through the mirror.

“thank you,” you say shyly, when your eye caught the camera on your dresser that you bought recently. “i’m bringing the camera!” you say excitedly, as you basically ran to pick it up to see if it were charged. matt follows you to the dresser, looking for said camera. as he looks down, he sees a handheld, small, gray camera with a viewfinder and a velco strap to hold it with one hand. “are you ready?” he asks, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead, as you turn it on and point it to his face. “aww, look at my handsome baby, yes i’m ready,” you say as you watch him blush while he softly grabs your hand and grabs his keys.

there was a comfortable silence in the car as he drove to a nearby park, you would record every once in a while, so you could save some of the battery. every time you went to go record, he’d steal a little glance at you, or every red light, he doesn’t know why, but every time he’s with you he feels like you’re his high school crush even though you guys have been together for almost three years.

he gets all giddy and blushes like crazy when you compliment him, or look at him, or have any kind of interaction with you at this point. as you get closer to the park, matt asks, “are you hungry? we can find someplace that’s open.” he suggests, looking at you quickly before going back to the road, “taco bell?” you replied, admiring his facial structure, from his eyes to his jaw. thanking the heavens or the universe for giving you someone who really cares about you, he nods at your suggestion and started driving to the closest establishment.

“thanks love,” you say as you grab the bag of food, sitting it in your lap as he drives back towards the park. “mhmm, you look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he brings his non-driving hand to your lap, rubbing gently, as he turns in the parking lot, turning off the car and getting out to open your door, helping you out of the car. “after you,” he says he does a silly pose, as you laugh at his behavior, he grabs the food and holds his arm for you to interlock yours with his.

your laughter dies down as you close the door and start walking to find a spot to sit and eat. you guys walk for a few more minutes before finding concrete steps to sit on. you bring the camera to your eye and press record, “are you recording me without permission?” he says in his baby voice, making funny a “angry” face and waving his finger in front of the lens, you giggle. “please don’t call my manager!” you joke in the same baby voice acting surprised.

you always looked forward to moments like these, seeing him laugh at the most silliest things and you laughing along like it was the most funniest thing in the world. he holds his stomach, “oh god,” he says in between laughs, “the food is gonna get cold.” he states as he opens the bag and wiping the tears that fell from laughing so hard, he takes the camera from your hands and points it at you. “my precious.” he says, also in his baby voice, as he hands you your food. he stops the camera and you guys started eating, and you both yawned at the same time. “sleepy twime.” you say as you lean on matt.

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halloween 🎃 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 31

a/n: omg the last one 🥹. bbf!george, this one's for you!! and also hehe i have been evil, as is the theme for halloween :) cw: suggestive so i'm just gonna add the mdni anyway wc: 1k

“boo!”

george startles and almost drops the joint he’s been quietly smoking in the alleyway behind his house. it’s quiet at this time of the evening—well, as quiet as it can get with a bunch of people partying inside and screaming louder than the music thumping through the speakers. 

it’s especially loud this year considering they just moved out and into a little matchbox apartment. 

but it’s theirs. 

it’s george’s own space, free from his parents and free from matty’s (as much as he loves denise and tim). downside though—he hasn’t seen her, in quite a while. 

and now here she is, shit-eating grin on her angelic face (literally, she’s in all white with a crooked halo hanging off her head for dear life). there’s glitter on her eyelids that blinds him in the moonlight. and george can’t help but grin back. 

“hi, sweetheart,” he approaches her, a bit shy for some reason and about to say something when she launches herself at him and engulfs him in a bear hug. 

“i missed you!”

his heart skips a beat. she missed him… she missed him. 

she smells faintly of alcohol, maybe even a cigarette and george stops to think about how much she’s changed in the last few months, how much she’s come out of her shell. 

“i missed you too, sweet girl,” he murmurs in her hair and closes his eyes. “you could come by more often you know…”

she laughs in his chest. “i love my brother but not enough to stop by every week.”

she’s teasing, george knows she’s just taking the piss, but it stings regardless. because of course, why would she stop by their place if not to see matty? as far as matty is concerned george is just casual friends with her. someone she hangs out with along with matty’s other friends. 

“besides,” she continues, “your flat is on the third floor. can’t exactly climb the pipe up, can i?”

“i—” george clears his throat and pulls away. the joint dangles between his fingers, burning away and crumbling to ash by the minute but he doesn’t necessarily care about it at the moment. 

“you don’t have to…” he murmurs and clears his throat. “you don’t… we could, we should tell matty…”

she stares at him for a moment and george suddenly feels stupid. tell matty what exactly? it’s not like she’s his girlfriend. fuck, maybe he should start by figuring that out first and then—

but then she breaks into the most breathtaking smile he’s ever seen and for a moment george stops breathing. 

“you want to? i mean what would we even tell him? that we want to try dating? god this feels like being in the 50s! it’s not like i need his permission,” she rambles on, pausing very very briefly to take a deep breath and george stifles his smile. 

“it’s not like i’d ever expect him to ask my permission if he wanted to date one of my friends. actually no, scratch that, matty with one of my friends, that’s nightmare fuel. but oh my god, let’s not tell him about the… you know… about us—”

“having sex?” george grins and she shiftily looks away. 

“yeah,” she whispers, “yeah that.”

he flicks the joint aside and takes a step forward, towering over her until she’s pressed against the wall and looking at him through her eyelashes. a flush spreads over her cheeks, right under her artificial blush, subtle enough that he would have missed it had it not been for her biting her bottom lip nervously. 

that makes him groan. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” his hands rest on the wall on either side of her face. “i love it when you blush.”

“i wasn’t–i was—” but george is already cutting her off with a kiss. 

his teeth tug on her bottom lip, hands sliding down to her waist so he can pull her closer. public alleyway be damned, he needs to feel her now. he needs to swallow all her soft sounds and feel her giggles reverberate into his chest. when her fingers tangle into his hair, he almost groans with pleasure. 

fuck. she’s kissing him back just as hungrily. fingers playing with a few strands of his hair while her hips grind against his and fuck, he wants to have her now but not here, not like this. and so george continues to kiss her like a man starved, trying and failing to find the willpower to pull away. just another few seconds. just another minute. 

“shit, shit,” she pulls away first, looking at him with wide eyes and lipstick smeared around her mouth. “george, i–fuck, take me back to your room?”

“now?” he tries not to sound to eagers, not to freak her out but really he wants to fucking whoop with joy. 

almost like she can read his mind, she tugs him towards her once again for another quick, searing kiss. another one that knocks the wind right out of his chest. 

“now,” she confirms. the word half disappears onto his lips. 

and then she pulls away, grabbing onto his hand. 

if george had turned even a second sooner, he would have missed it—missed the way her face goes from flushed and eager to pale and grey. would have missed the way her breath hitches and she practically stumbles into the wall. 

if george had turned even a second sooner, it might just have been him stumbling into the wall instead. 

“fuck…” she whispers again, sounding absolutely nothing like she did just seconds ago. “matty, i—”

but the words die on her throat. 

and at the mouth of the alleway, matty’s jaw drops to the floor. 

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Tough Talks

Shiva X Reader

(This is just a little something I did based off an OC of mine I plan to elaborate on over on my Ao3, I did this as a reader insert and if you're interested in seeing what OC of mine this is based on hop over to Ao3 or drop a comment and I'll drop her Bio!)

The little sea nymph skipped through the halls of Helheim, searching for her dear uncle Hades in need of advice in regard to her father Poseidon. Hades was the uncle that watched her most as a child when her father was busy, so she was a normal face to see in the underworld as she often visited and came to him for sound advice on things she wasn't comfortable bringing to her father. "Lady (Y/n)? I didn't know you were here." This had been her older cousin Hermes; despite her smaller stature she was only a couple hundred years younger. "I came to see Uncle Hades; do you know if he's in the throne room." The young woman turned to face the tall male, arms crossing in front of her as she rocked on her heels. The older male chuckled, nodding his head as he pointed down the hall. "Yes, he is, I just came from there to deliver a message from Lord Zeus. Is everything ok?" This made the girl giggle; she knew how much of a gossip her cousin could be, so she decided to tease him some. "Oh yes, I just need some advice on approaching my father about something." That clearly got the male's attention as he crossed his arms and cocked a brow, leaning forward some. "Oh? I do hope you aren't in trouble. You've always been such a good girl." The male was now teasing back, causing twin grins to break across their faces. Of course, their teasing was all in good fun, both were quite friendly when they'd see each other. "No, no trouble just… I believe I've found the relationship I would like to be in." She was purposely wording it in a way to avoid giving him information, she wanted to speak to her father before it burned through the family like wildfire. "I see, so it's about a love interest. I'll not keep you waiting then, the sooner you talk to your dad the sooner I get to tell the others." He gave her a playful wink and wave before he turned to leave, letting the young woman resume her way to the throne room. She knocked gently at the door after greeting the guards, waiting for her uncle's permission before she entered. "I hope you aren't busy Uncle; I have something Important I need to talk to you about." The sweet little nymph practically skipped towards her uncle's throne, moving to sit in one of the small thrones beside him. "Never too busy for you darling, what it is you need?" The older male gave her a smile as he turned to face her, Poseidon had many children and her being one of the youngest she only really got to spend so much time with he father. Hades would often watch her for her father as her mom was often "busy" whatever that was supposed to mean. Hades had a few of his own and his favorites to raise were his daughters, so he had instantly melted over his niece when she came to be in his care. He'd spoil her if he felt she was being treated fairly, even spoke to his younger brother when one of the male's mistresses would step out of line in regard to the little one. Needless to say, little was more important than his niece. "You see, I have been talking to and spending time with a god and his wives from another pantheon. But he wishes to talk to dad and get his permission to date me to avoid stepping on his toes, so I need to set up something for them to talk. But I don't know how to bring it up to dad especially since I don't know how he feels about the god in question." She blushed deeply; she knew her uncle could probably guess who it was based on how important it was to her. Afterall, she had the same crush since she was a preteen, none other than the god of destruction himself Shiva. She had met him a few times growing up from accompanying her dad and uncles and even cousins to certain events and meetings, she had never spoke to him though and simply fangirled and flustered herself from a distance.

It wasn't until she was officially old enough to drink that she had actually met Shiva's 3 wives, it was at her birthday celebration that she had truly got to socialize with many of the other gods. Zues had thrown a big party, inviting a large number of gods and goddesses from across the pantheon. Dionysus had even showed up to serve as a bartender, making for plenty of variety. Kali had approached first to wish her a happy birthday, giving her a necklace from the 4 of them. It was made by some dwarvish artisans with a bunch of gemstones handpicked by the group, figuring if she was important enough for Zeus to throw such a party then she was worthy of a thoughtful gift. "I see, so Shiva has finally noticed you?~ Congrats sweetheart." He chuckled and gave her a head pat; he knew she'd probably tell him all about how this all came to be later. "Well, your father and him have never really spoke much as far as I remember, so if he dislikes Shiva, he has never made it known. I don't think you'll need to take any special precautions, just approach him when he isn't busy and let him know that Shiva would like to meet with him to discuss courting you. My brother isn't the type to freak out, and everyone knows how far Shiva would go for the people he cares about so he has no reason to believe Shiva would do you wrong." He could see her relax some, despite how calm he was her father was still quite intense at times and most daughters would be apprehensive to approach their fathers about a man wanting to date them. So, her anxiety was very real and understand able, but Hades knew well everything would work out. "Would you like me to accompany you and wait outside the door just in case?" The older male chuckled as he pinched her cheek, knowing she'd most likely deny him but still wanting to offer. "No that's fine, I think you're right and I'm just overthinking it." She nods her head and moves to stand, stretching some as she took a deep breath. "Now to go home and get things settled, Hermes wants details and if it takes more than a day or two, he'll be teasing me about being a scaredy cat for the next millennia." She pouted as her uncle laughed, nodding his head. "Alright darling, be safe on your way back. I'd hate to think of what the god of destruction or my brother would do if something happened to you on your way back." His comment made the girl giggle as she bid him goodbye, practically jogging out of the room to go and see her father.

It didn't take her long to get back up to the heavens, and back to the home she and her unwed siblings shared with their father. But she took her time once inside the castle, rehearsing her words in her head to make sure she didn't mispeak or leave anything out. She had been on her way to her father's throne room, spotting one of the many servants walking down the hall. "Excuse me, is father in the throne room?" The servant had been quick to turn and bow, giving a curitous yes as they kept their eyes on the ground. Her father refused to let the servants treat his children any less than him, as since he was perfect that meant his children were aswell. "What do you know of his mood? I'd prefer not to bother him if it's been a particularly frustration day." With that the servant stood straight, though kept their eyes on the ground. "It's been a quiet day so I don't believe he is upset. Though you know your father best." (Y/n) simply nodded, turning to continue on her way to her father's throne room. She entered quietly without knocking, her father always telling them that it was their home and they have no need to tiptoe about as no one would dare scold them for adventuring through their home. "Hello father, is now a good time?" She walked over to his side, standing patiently as he flipped through his book. "I suppose it isn't a bad time, has something happened?" He tilted his head slightly to look at her, he saw his children as his equals as far as their existence went and so he had no problem looking at them. Something that used to piss off Adamas, as the other male hated how Posidon doted on his kids in a way most other gods would never understand and the fact his neices and nephews received more respect from the male than he did enraged him. "Nothing bad, I promise. It's just… There is a god who would like to speak with you about courting me." Now that had the blonde closing his book and setting it aside, he took the relationships of his children seriously and he'd never sell them off to just anyone. "Oh? I'm assuming you wouldn't bring this to me if you weren't interested in him as well. So which god do you want?" He spoke as if he was going to get her a puppy, no doubt that's how he saw the gods who he allowed to be with his children. "It is Lord Shiva… I've spoken to him and his wives for some time, and they'd like to move forward with a relationship. But Shiva doesn't wish to cross you and so he wishes for your permission."

The older blonde sat quiet a moment; he didn't have any particular qualms with Shiva. The male could be somewhat loud, but he was also strong in his own right and only a foolish god would be unaware of Shiva's devotion to the things and people he cares about. "I see, I suppose I can make time tomorrow to speak with him. You can go out with the other women; I'll speak with Shiva man to man." He nodded his head, watching his daughter smile in relief before she hugged him. His daughters were the only ones that could get away with such actions, the only thing they'd receive is a pat on the head in return just as she did. "Thanks dad, I'll go let him know." It wasn't until she was out the door and down the hall that he let himself chuckle, his little ones were growing up so fast. Soon they'd all be married off and having their own families, it was odd for him to think about given how long he had been living in a full household.

[batllethinker]

for a pairing, i’d like to suggest lia & leah!

Only Angel | L.W + L.W | 18+ mdni

Pairing: sub!Leah + dom!Lia

Summary: Lias first time taking Leahs ass

Warnings: anal, public sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, anal fingering, Leah being a cutie, aftercare, little Leah moment | 18+ mdni

To say she was nervous was an understatement. Leah had never done anything like this before, sure Lia had been her dom for a few months now but she'd never fucked her ass.

The blonde didn't really think that Lia would be so dirty but the countless amount of times her captain had fucked her right in front of everyone had proven her severely wrong.

Leah was brought out of her head when a warm hand landed on her shoulder and a body pressed into her side, the hand on her shoulder moved to grip the back of her neck as she met Lias gentle eyes.

"Are you ready, spatzi?" The defender sucked in a breath, trying to steel herself as she nodded, her hands fisting her training top as she was pulled into Lias arms.

"Relax, baby. It'll feel so good, I promise" Leah let herself sink into the older womans warmth, breathing in her comforting scent as she slowly relaxed.

Lia smiled against her before pulling away and leading the younger woman to the recovery bench in the middle of the room, the bustling of her teammates around her barely helped settle her nerves.

"Bend over" The brunette barely gave her time to actually respond before Lia was bending her over the bench herself, her hand stroking down her back before giving her ass a light tap.

"You okay with the girls watching?" Lia had bent over her form so she could whisper in her ear while her fingers hooked into the waistband of Leahs shorts, waiting for the blondes permission.

"I-yeah" her dom pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before her shorts were pulled down to pool around her feet, her panties following closely after, Lia only bothering to pull them down to her knees before stepping closer to her.

Slowly soothing her hand over the curve of Leahs ass, pinching the skin lightly she couldn't help the way she smiled when the younger woman jumped at the touch before her hips bucked into the bench.

"Tell me when you're ready for me" The blonde could only nod as Lia ran her fingers through her folds, pinching at her clit just enough to drag a pained moan out of her girl before sinking three fingers into her.

Leah let out a shaky gasp, head falling forward at the unexpected stretch. The only sound filling the room was her shaky moans and the murmurs from her observing teammates. Lia had set a punishing pace, intent to make her cum as fast she could. The younger womans hands flew up to grab at the edge of the bench, she could feel herself drip down Lias hand as her captain continously hit that spongy spot inside of her.

"Do you want to cum for me, le?" All the blonde could manage was letting out a strained "yes", trying her hardest to not let her orgasm wash over her before she had gotten permission.

"Come on then, be a good slut for me" Leah let out a strained moan, her eyes squeezing shut as Lia barely fucked her through it, instead pulling her fingers out of a still cumming Lia before pushing a finger into her ass, using the younger womans slick being used as pseudo lube.

Lia was making comments that she couldn't really decipher through the haze clouding her brain, it was very clearly that she wasn't actually talking to Leah though, the objectifying nature was enough to make a shiver run through Leahs body.

"Do you feel that? How tight you are around me? God, you're just swallowing me up" The defender could practically hear the satisfied smile in Lias tone as another finger was worked into her, a much gentler pace set as she let Leah get used to the intrusion.

"Fuck, look at her, she's just loving this" Lia looked up to meet the eyes of her fellow doms, who were all drinking the scene up with hungry eyes, them all wanting a turn of their own.

Leah had slowly started to rock back against the fingers fucking her but the stretch was not nearly enough nor was the pace, her face screwed up in what could be pain told another story though. She was desperately biting at her lip, doing her absolute best to keep her moans in, eyes screwed shut in a valiant attempt at not meeting her teammates eyes.

She could hear Lia laughing behind her and she really did her best to resist the urge to meet Lias eyes on her, she could not stop the gasp that was ripped out of her when a third finger was pushed into her, just wide enough for her to really feel the stretch.

"mmh, that's it, you're taking me so well" Leah moaned loudly at that, already fucking herself back against the added intrusion while her captain gave her some time to actually adjust before properly fucking her.

The pace set was still much gentler than she'd like but Lia didn't want to risk making it uncomfortable for her girl, especially for her first time.

"Captain" a gasped breath "faster, please" The older woman stilled for a moment before giving in, her pace picking up as she brought Leah closer and closer to the edge.

Leah couldn't hold back her moans anymore, mouth falling open as she tried to get Lias fingers as deep as possible, this feeling was so new to her and she just couldn't get enough, couldn't wait to take Lias strap.

"I can feel you clench around me, do you want to cum, spatzi?" Leah nodded desperately, her moans only growing more frantic as Lia fucked her harder, making her feel everything.

"Go ahead, little girl" The blonde tensed before cumming with a drawn out moan, her hips bucking into the bench to give herself some pressure on her clit.

Lia slowly fucked her through it, only pulling out when Leah fell completely lax against the bench, adjusting her head just so she could be comfortable enough.

"Don't fall asleep yet, sweetheart" The blonde could only give a sleepy mumble as Lia went around the room to gather everything she'd need.

The swiss woman smiled down at her sleepy girl as she gently rubbed her back, carefully bringing her back to the living.

"Come on angel, let's get some food in you" Leah gave an unhappy mumble as she adjusted herself to sit on the bench, Lia sitting close by as the older woman wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Think you can eat by yourself?" The younger woman thought for a moment before shaking her head with a small pout, nuzzling her head into Lias shoulder as her mama smiled down at her.

The captain opened up the ham sandwich, Leahs favorite and tore it into smaller pieces before feeding it slowly to her girl.

She made sure to give Leah a few sips of water between each bite, just unable to keep her smile of off her face with how adorable the defender is being.

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 5 (final)

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Words: 4489

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Breakfast had been as normal as it could be. Dazai entered through the window, returning from who knows where; Theo stuffed his face with pancakes and syrup; and Jean had to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. However, Mozart didn’t show up, and you didn’t hear him playing through the night, so you weren’t sure what happened.

When everyone finished and dispersed to their respective rooms and errands, you went to the kitchen to clean up. Arthur sometimes stayed to keep you company, chat about trivialities, and even help when Sebastian allowed him — and he didn’t approve much of Arthur’s help ever since the writer said he’d do the dishes, hit his arm on three glasses that were too close to the edge of the sink, and broke them. Today was one of those days that he stayed but wasn’t allowed to touch anything.

Sebastian went to Comte’s office, probably to give him his morning tea, while MC was assembling Isaac’s brunch. And Arthur pulled a chair to your side, hugging you by the waist while you finished polishing the cutlery.

“I’ll get this to Isaac. Be right back!” MC said, leaving the kitchen.

“Sooo,” Arthur said, a cheeky smile on his face. He got up to corner you against the counter. “Looks like we’re alone, my love.”

“Well observed, detective,” you giggled.

“Any ideas?”

"Lots of them,” you said, turning around to look at him. He grinned, but it faded quickly. “But none for right now because I have a ton of work to do.”

"Come on, honey, humor me," he pouted, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I really need to finish here,” you consoled him. “But I can make up to you some other time.”

“Mmm, tempting,” he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"For God’s sake, I don’t want to see it every time I walk into a room,” Mozart said, sounding disgusted. “I promised to behave, but you have to as well. And it’s not sanitary to do it here,” he frowned.

“Would you prefer we go to my room?” Arthur asked, smirking.

The musician looked at you, as if asking permission to kill your boyfriend right this instant. He opted to just groan and get something to eat. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’m just teasing you, Wolfie. You need to get laid to relax a little.”

Mozart whipped around so fast to face Arthur that his neck snapped, his eyes widening in horror and surprise. He was blushing so hard that even his ears were red. You didn’t know if it was anger or embarrassment, probably both.

“Why would you say it out loud?” you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Was?” His voice finally came out. Looked like Arthur broke your brother.

Silence. No one dared to say a word for a whole minute.

“Is everything okay, Mozart?” MC’s melodious voice cut through the awkward silence, prompting all three of you to stop staring at each other and turn to look at her standing in the doorway. You really liked MC, but now was the worst time for her to come back. “Your face is really red. Are you sick? Can I help you with something?”

Oh, no. 

“Yes, yes!” Arthur said. You gazed at him, seeing his grin widening on his face. You told him that you thought Mozart was starting to like MC, and he couldn’t resist such good timing for teasing. “I think you’re the only one who can help Wolfie right now.”

“Oh!” She took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern. “What can I do for you?”

Mozart didn’t say anything, just glared at Arthur and left the room, muttering something under his breath; you’d bet he was swearing in German. He didn’t even have time to grab coffee or something to eat before leaving, just some blanc.

MC followed the musician with her gaze until he was out of sight. Frowning, she looked back at you. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No, you did nothing. Don’t worry.” You glanced at your boyfriend, a scowl on your face. “But you…”

“I didn’t know that would happen!” He raised his hands to try to defend himself. “But it was funny.”

“I’d sleep with an eye open tonight, just to make sure,” you sighed.

xxx

Mozart ran to his music room and slammed the door shut. He sat down on his piano bench to catch his breath; he wasn’t used to running. Yes, as soon as he was out of the kitchen, he ran. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to get out of there. Usually, he was really good at ignoring Arthur or making a snarky comment back, but today his brain stopped functioning; the scoundrel really outdid himself. MC arriving didn’t help either; she looked so worried, his heart panged when he saw her face.

How was he supposed to look at her now? He knew he acted weird, and she wouldn’t let it slip. She was stubborn and usually did everything she could to make him talk to her. Wasn’t that how they started chatting anyway? He didn’t know if he should be grateful or not because this was the whole reason for his predicament now, but he really didn’t want to talk about what happened.

His mood soured when he realized he had no way out. He agreed to teach her how to play the song he composed for her. She’d probably look for him when she wasn’t so busy, and deep in his heart, he longed for the time he’d spend with her. On the other hand, he knew every lesson he taught her would be a countdown to the day she’d go away — the day she’d leave the mansion forever and never come back. He groaned aloud; his sour mood only worsened now.

Mozart looked down at the piano, attempting to keep himself busy, but he couldn’t concentrate. He wasn’t oblivious or dense. After spending the night thinking about it, he came to the logical conclusion that she was the shortest friendship he ever had because he was in love with her. And that’s when the problem really started. What should he do about it? Should he say something? Would she be mad at him if he told her about his feelings? Was there even a slight chance of her reciprocating? Would she stay if he asked? Did he have the right to ask that of her? He mistreated her half of her time in the mansion; would she even believe he was now in love with her?

He blamed your stupid advice; that was the reason he was going crazy. ‘Won’t hurt to just think’, his ass! He spent the whole night thinking about MC, without being able to reach a conclusion that made actual sense and wouldn’t hurt anyone. When he realized, the sun was rising while he was still staring at his ceiling in silence, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn’t realize he had missed lunch until his uncomfortable thoughts and lonely silence were broken by the worst person — again. Three knocks on the door and her sweet voice calling him.

“Mozart? Are you in there?”

He thought back to what Arthur said in the kitchen in the morning, how worried she looked, what you told him about his feelings… it all made his breath hitch in his throat. He heard her mumble something and realized he hadn’t responded yet. She was probably leaving, assuming he wasn’t there. Would she continue to look for him or just give up and go back to her chores?

“Come in,” he replied, his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat to try to make it better. He turned around to look at her, and as soon as she entered the room, her sweet, alluring scent hit his senses hard. He was so screwed.

“You didn’t show up for lunch,” she said with a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room, and he thought he’d go blind. “So I brought you a plate and some blanc.” She set the tray on his coffee table, studying his face with a frown. “You look tired.”

“I stayed up all night.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your piano like I usually do.”

“I was in my bedroom, just couldn’t sleep,” he wearily answered.

“Mmm… If you need something, tell me,” she said, her voice filled with worry. “I’ll try to help in any way I can.”

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed.

“I mean it,” she said matter-of-factly, reassuring her support to him. He only nodded, and she smiled. “Great.”

He noticed how she stood in the middle of the room, looking at him and fidgeting with her fingers. “You want to ask about your lessons, right?” he inquired. She was too easy to read, and he found it delightful.

“Ah, well… yes. But I don’t wanna impose! You already spent the whole night awake, you should rest.”

“It’s fine. I’m free now,” he shrugged. If he was gonna suffer with her presence, it’d be better to just do it already. “What about you?”

“Ah, I need to help clean the kitchen, but then I’ll be free for a while!”

“Alright, I’ll be here then,” he tried to sound nonchalant as usual.

She left the room with a big smile and promised to be back quickly so as not to disturb his composing. If only she knew she was disturbing even when she wasn’t there — not that it was her fault anyway. With a deep sigh, Mozart got up and reached for the food and blanc she brought him, trying not to dwell on how the drink seemed to make no difference to his thirst.

xxx

Despite his heart telling him to scream from the balcony so the whole of Paris would hear that he liked MC, he didn’t do it. He kept quiet, even though it was proving to be hard to keep it to himself during their music lessons. And with each passing day, he felt like he was about to explode the whole mansion, because each day that passed brought him one day closer to her leaving.

“Wait, what was this note again?” she asked, pointing at the music sheet in front of them. Mozart had dragged another bench for her to sit beside him, to make it easier to teach her, of course.

“An E,” he replied patiently. “It’s this one here.” He played the key.

“Okay!” She tried playing again.

“Just remember, it changes when the clef changes.” She shot him a quizzical look, and he thought it was the most adorable expression he had ever seen on her face — at least at the moment; he believed she had many other ‘most adorable expressions’. He pointed to the music sheet. “Pay attention here. See? With the treble clef, it’s E. But with the bass clef, it’s G.”

“Ah, right…” She frowned and sighed. 

“Do you want to play with only your right hand for now? It’s easier.”

“No, I can do it!” She perked up and smiled again. She stared intently at the music sheet, and he heard her mumbling the notes to figure out where she should place her hands. “Here, right?”

“Right. But use this finger.” He gently guided her left hand, his touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

She hummed in agreement and started to play. She wasn’t the best music student, but he could tell she was really trying. Slowly pressing the keys, she took her time to think about which note to play and then executed it, prolonging all the durations. She was biting her lip in concentration, grimacing whenever her finger didn’t press the key with the necessary strength, and the sound was almost inaudible.

If any other person played the way she did, Mozart would find it hideous and make them stop. However, it was her. And as quickly as he figured out his feelings, he realized they ran deep, because, for him, she was playing something beautiful.

She was still in the first page and probably wouldn’t be able to finish learning the whole song before leaving, but he could tell that she was happy with just learning it at all. She had a huge smile when she turned to look at him, caught by surprise to find he was studying her face.

“A-ah… Erm… How was it?” She hesitated, the words seemed to fly away from her brain when she gazed into his eyes.

“Not the worst,” he replied.

He leaned over a little, enough to be closer than usual. Taking a deep breath, he frowned. It was already hard to sit beside her, but her scent was almost unbearably more intense this close. He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger and brought it to his face, savoring her delicious scent as he kissed it without even realizing what he was doing.

“Um, Mozart?” she asked, her face blushing. 

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“No,” her voice was almost a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied dismissively.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when she looked into his eyes, noticing how they stared right into her soul. Her breath hitched, and she saw his gaze waver; it lasted for a second or two, but she noticed — she paid him enough attention.

He continued to stare at her intensely. With his keen ear, he clearly heard the hitch in her breath, and he wondered if he could also hear her heartbeat.

Could he hear her blood pumping in her veins?

Could he feel it?

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, entranced by his own thoughts.

He stopped when he heard her release a low whimper. What was he doing? His eyes widened slightly; he had never felt this out of control before. Though he should back away, he found himself unable to move. She showed no sign of retreating either. He assumed she was too stunned to move, and he was right, though not for the reason he initially thought.

She was already nervous around Mozart, but it intensified now. She wasn’t clueless or stupid; she knew she liked him, even if they had gotten close just a week ago or so. She didn’t want to tell him anything — not now, at least — and risk ruining the friendship they had just started. However, how was she supposed to keep it together when he acted like... that? She swore he was about to kiss her or... bite her — maybe both. Goosebumps ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her heart. Keyword: try.

“I-I’m on dust duty after this,” she stuttered, her voice still low. He raised an inquisitive brow, not following where this topic was coming from. “I’ll help Sebas with dinner later and probably go downtown with YN to run some errands. Some residents asked us to buy stuff next time we were downtown…” She was rambling; he had never seen her so nervous. She was always a talkative person, but there was something endearing about how she was speaking so rapidly and randomly in that moment. She even slipped in some words in her mother language. “I noticed we’re running out of coffee while brewing some this morning, so I have to buy some coffee too… Do you also drink tea? I like tea more than coffee. If you’d like to try some, I can tell you about the ones more likely to suit your taste.”

He couldn’t say anything in response. What was he supposed to say anyway? She stopped talking abruptly, licking her lips and biting them to prevent herself from nervously ranting again. His eyes flicked down to follow the motion and then turned to hers, observing how they apprehensively looked at him. 

Mozart knew his feelings were still new, but if he didn’t do or say something now, when would he? She’d leave in a day and a half… He didn’t have time. On the other hand, it could turn out badly and ruin everything for good. From his point of view, he had two options to consider at the moment: 1. feign innocence and kiss her cheek as a way of expressing friendship, pretending this was his idea from the start; 2. pull away and risk not being able to share his feelings with her, likely also lying that he never tried anything.

However, a third option lingered, one that existed only in her mind for now.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, she was never one to think before acting — that’s how she got there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the best, closing the gap between them. It was nothing more than a brush of lips, and then she pulled away slightly, fluttering her eyes open.

“What was that for?” His voice came out as a husky whisper. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unreadable; she thought he might be mad at her.

A little panicky, she straightened her body, averting her gaze. MC nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her throat felt dry, and she believed she had lost her voice. She thought about running away, lock herself in her bedroom, and cry until the door opened again, so she could throw herself straight to the 21st century even if this wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, she was thinking about staying, but if he got angry and she ended up ruining everything, her anxious mind thought it’d be better to just go back to her time in shame — not her home, because she felt at home in the mansion now.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat, and her lips quivered. A soft sniffle escaped her, and she felt her cheeks getting wet. She wasn’t sure if her legs would be able to keep her steady enough to stand up and run now.

“Why are you crying?” His eyes widened momentarily. Internally, he was panicking and screaming, but he had to maintain a calm expression to avoid startling her further. Gently, he reached for her face, turning her to look at him while wiping away her tears.

MC tried to formulate something, but a sob was the only thing that came out. Feeling vulnerable, stupid, and confused, she found herself surprised by the gentle touch, especially after he had sounded annoyed when asking about the kiss.

Mozart couldn’t stand to see her crying, especially because he didn’t even understand why she was crying in the first place. He pulled her against his chest, embracing her reassuringly. “Don’t cry.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to help calm her down. “Stop crying already.” His words were stern, but his voice remained soft, gentle, and filled with concern. His calm façade was crumbling down.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and Mozart held her in tightly the whole time. Finally, she let out a shuddered, relieved breath, and he tried to keep her in his arms, but she pulled away. Nervously, she glanced around the music room, as if searching for the right words. He didn’t press; he simply waited, gazing into her puffy eyes and her red, tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” she softly murmured. He considered saying something, but realized she probably had more to express; she was only struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean to impose and make you upset. It was stupid, and I apologize for… you know.”

“I’m not,” he replied, frowning. 

She looked at him as if she had discovered some brand new information. “You’re not?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. Was she bad at reading people or was he bad at showing his feelings? Perhaps a little bit of both.

“Annoyed then?” She frowned, trying to understand. “In any case, I apologize-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted. “But you indeed made a mistake.” Her eyes wavered for only a second.

Mozart leaned in closer again, but this time he didn’t stop to think; he just closed the gap between them. Keeping his eyes open to gauge her reaction, he noticed how she widened her eyes before closing them, and only then did he close his too. Sliding his hand behind her neck, he kept her close to deepen the kiss, feeling her shudder a breath and grab him by his lapel.

It was good, it was like being complete, and it was about to make Mozart be driven by bloodlust. He broke the kiss to gaze into MC’s eyes. She pulled back, and she was about to take her hands away from him, but he held them in place.

“Can you see your mistake now?” he asked, chuckling at her puzzled gaze.

She frowned while playing with his lapel. “But can you blame me?” she said, her voice still stammering a bit. “You send me mixed signals, I’m not sure how to feel, how you feel.”

Oh, he knew what the problem was. He was just too stubborn and shy to admit it out loud. Pulling her into a hug, he hid his flushing face from her while he contemplated how to confess. “I’ll try to make it clear from now on, so you better not cry about it again because I’ll keep you close for a good time.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” She giggled, shaking his body with hers. “See, you need to practice the delivery; it’s still confusing. You talk like you’re scolding me.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back with a squeeze.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed there, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes, until she looked up at him, placing her chin on his chest. “It’s really nice here, but I need to go.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her body. “No. I won’t let you go, I can’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m being selfish, and I don’t care.” He gently cradled her face in his hands, treating her like the most precious and delicate thing in the whole world. “You’re staying, you hear me? I might not deserve you after mistreating you for a good time, but you can’t leave! You’re not allowed to leave me!”

Breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon, Mozart continued to gaze into her eyes. His own eyes attempted to convey his feelings. She blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and leaning into the palm of his hand. It was an action that would’ve made him swoon if not for the extremely confused expression on her face. Didn’t she feel the same? But they just kissed… Didn’t she want to stay?

“What are you saying?” she inquired.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, she tried to understand. A playful smile spread across her face in the next second. “Well, well, it looks like I’m not the only one making mistakes today, Mozart.”

He frowned and lightly pinched her cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was talking about needing to go help Sebastian with dinner.”

“... What?”

“I should ask you: what?” She chuckled. “Did you think I was talking about going to the future? Because I’m not going back; I’ll stay here in the mansion. I already talked to Comte.”

He blinked slowly, processing her question. “You’re not going back home?”

“Mmm, I’m already home.” She flashed him a loving smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I made up my mind last week. I like it here better than in the future.”

“But you said you wanted to learn the music to play when you went home…”

“Ah, yes… Well, I wasn’t exactly lying; I was still indecisive then. However, I also used it as an excuse to spend more time with you and see if I could do something about my feelings.”

“Honestly…” Mozart sighed and frowned, but she could see him suppressing a smile. “What am I gonna do with you? You better take responsibility for deceiving me.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more, and she laughed. It was so typical of him; she was already getting the hang of reading into his words and actions, but she knew she’d get even better.

They’d have plenty of time, after all.

xxx

Little bonus scene:

Comte was throwing another party to celebrate another guest deciding to permanently live there with them — and he was going all out again.

You were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and happiness bubbling inside you. It all felt familiar, as if this entire scene had happened before. And it really had, but things had changed a lot since last time.

This time, you didn’t have to drag your brother or pull the young sibling charm to convince him to play; he was there by his own accord, sitting by the piano with his girlfriend and smiling. You saw Shakespeare passing by, staring at Mozart’s smile, probably thinking someone had already given him alcohol. You knew he hadn’t drunk anything; as cheesy and sappy as it sounded, he was drunk on love.

Arthur was nuzzling his nose against your face and kissing you like another love-drunk vampire when you heard MC’s voice ringing in front of you.

“Hey, guys!” She sat by your other side, smiling. 

Mozart wasn’t with her, but he arrived a few seconds later, with a plate of appetizers and a drink in his hands. He frowned looking at you three and turned to MC, going to sit on her other side. He could sit between you and her, but despite not liking to share her attention, he knew she liked talking to you — and you to her. He gave her the food and drink, and she beamed at him, kissing his cheek.

You and Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Mozart didn’t take a second look in your direction, not even saying anything about how close you were or anything. To his credit, he had been better ever since he and MC got together; his possessive and petty behavior was now fully focused on his girlfriend — who thankfully knew very well how to handle it. They were really a good couple, and you were happy that you had the whole idea of setting them up.

“Told you he needed to get laid to relax,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin.

MC and Mozart whipped their heads to you and Arthur, widening their eyes, while you sighed loudly.

“You really need to stop saying these things out loud…”

Aaaand it’s over! Thank you for your patience waiting for this last update! 🤍

Masterlists

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Gilbert von Obsidian. Chapter 1.

Developer's Disclamer: Gilbert's Basic Story contains major spoilers for each character's main story. Please read with caution.

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A few years ago.

One day in Rhodolite there was such a strange incident, like a joke of the gods.

A black-haired boy is sitting on a barrel in a empty alley, reading in an ancient language a book about the history of the continent that is difficult to understand, even for scholars.

Black-Haired Boy: Hey...why are people in power always rotten?

Next to him sits a blond boy with blue eyes. He too is reading.

Black-Haired Boy: They say continental history is the history of the nobility, but there are no good men.

Black-Haired Boy: Those who murdered their kin and gained the throne, those who expanded their territory by organizing other countries, those who turned a blind eye to the suffering of their people.

He would like to see someone good take the throne for once.

Back-haired boy : ...No, I wonder if such a man can't leave his name in history.

Blond Boy: No wonder. In a modern society where the class system has become common sense, the monarch who seeks love and equality must be eliminated first.

Blond boy: Once you hold on to power, you can never let it go.

His comrade reluctantly agrees.

Black-Haired Boy: I think humans are conscious creatures by nature.

Blond Boy: According to your theory, there are no real villains in the world.

Black-Haired Boy: Yes, because the essence of man is "love".

Black-Haired Boy: I like people.

The blond-haired boy thinks his mate is dreaming, but the brunette waves him off, saying he's just a kid.

The blond boy laughs.

The black-haired boy's red eyes were full of love and kindness.

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Our days.

The princes of the domestic political faction hold meetings. They want to convince the aristocracy and ministers that a meeting between the countries is necessary. And Obsidian will stay for the meeting.

Domestic Bureaucrat: Their betrayal of the past has remained undisclosed to this day.

Ten years have passed since Obsidian suddenly attacked Rhodolite.

Leon says that Obsidian hasn't shown diplomacy before, we should let their representative stay.

Leon: And if anything happens, Chevalier and I will take responsibility.

The official finally relents, but immediately turns the bureaucrat's attention to the heroine.

What is the point of this woman? Why is she here?

After she was Gilbert's date at the ball, she's being treated warily.

But the guys in Leon's faction are protective of her.

Yves mentions that their allies don't mind her presence.

Luke sits next to her.

Luke: Eh, it's a really bad atmosphere.

He's here because he's the new prince.

Luke asks, tiredly and a little annoyed, what does the bureaucrats know about Gilbert?

Invincible Marshal, arrogant member of the imperial family, world disaster, etc.

Luke: These are all just stories. You don't know his real identity, do you?

Luke: Suddenly he could just fall in love with Mirana at first sight.

(No, that will never happen. )

Bureaucrats: 🤨😒

Leon is laughing.

Jin is supportive. MC is a beautiful woman.

Luke wants to leave and take the girl with him.

Leon gives him permission.

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Garden.

Luke brings her here to relax. He strokes her head.

If she gets in trouble, he'll help her.

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Their idyll was interrupted by Gilbert.

The beautiful garden turned to hell with his arrival.

Awkwardly looking around, MC saw a black figure among the windswept petals.

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Gilbert: Hello. Perhaps you were in the middle of a secret date?

Luke: Alone. If you know, stay out of the way.

Gil doesn't like it. Luke tells him not to be jealous.

(...Luke doesn't change his attitude at all, even toward Prince Gilbert.)

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Gilbert notices the sadness on MC's face. Has someone been making fun of her? She denies it.

Gilbert: I hate lies.

Luke defends MC. If anyone is bullying the girl, it's Gilbert. Luke steps forward, shielding the heroine from the Prince of Obsidian.

Luke: Because your very existence is horrible. Don't scare MC.

Gilbert: Eh, that's unreasonable. I haven't done anything horrible yet.

MC doesn't like his words. He doesn't want her to be afraid.

He wants to deepen their friendship.

He thanks the girl for escorting him to the ball.

The prince ignores Luke.

Gilbert: Shall we go together now?

Just the two of them, so no one gets in their way.

The girl is not stupid, she understands that he is interested in her for a reason. He wants to know if she is "Belle".

Luke: What are you thinking?

Gilbert: I'm only thinking about strengthening my friendship with Miss Bunny.

If she keeps looking at him with those sad eyes, he'll be so sad he'll want to kill her.

Gilbert asks Luke to come up with an excuse why he isn't there.

Luke is not happy. Why should he help Gil?

It's simple: Luke is of the foreign policy faction, and the girl is the lady on whom the future of the country depends. If the Prince of Obsidian doesn't like their behavior, their homeland will die.

(It sounds like a joke, but Prince Gilbert really can do it.)

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1. Please give me time for a consultation

2. ....Even so, I can't take it. ✔

3. Okay, I'll go.

You could pick anything... But my MC is brave... or desperate fool. Maybe he'll like it, though. 💪🏼

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(Even if I'm threatened, it's not something I should take lightly.)

Gilbert: Hmm? You're brave, even though you're scared.

Gilbert: I don't hate you, but I wouldn't want to do something terrible to you if I could.

He grabbed her hand. The coldness of his body could be felt even through his gloves.

It's inhuman cold.

Luke: Gilbert!

Gilbert: It's okay! I won't be cruel.

Gilbert: You should know better than anyone that I'm not lying.

(...What do you mean?)

Luke: ...MC, if you really don't like it, I'll take this guy down.

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The girl had to go with Gilbert. He brought her to the bookstore where she used to work. Today he had reserved that store specifically for them.

It was one thing if it was just a coincidence, but if he had it all figured out...?

Gilbert forcibly led her to the bookshelf.

The heroine loves books, doesn't she?

Gilbert: There are no annoying looks from the yard here. It's the only place where you can get back to your true self.

Gilbert: Are you pale? Aren't you happy?

MC asks how he knows about this place and that she likes books?

It's a secret + he likes to gather information. It's his hobby.

Gilbert: But it's your fault, Belle.

The heroine denies being "Belle."

Gilbert doesn't like lies.

Gilbert: Oh, is this the book you've been so fond of lately?

He pulls a black book with gold letters from the shelf.

The girl is startled by his awareness. She gathers up her courage and asks what his real goal is.

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He doesn't want to threaten her, but wants to be friends.

She refuses him.

But she has no choice. The black book has fallen to the floor.

She has only two choices: volunteer to be friends or be forced to be friends.

He bites her shoulder.

Either she becomes his friend or Belle disappears.

Gilbert: If the king's choice goes back to the beginning, we can buy enough time to lead our troops and invade.

MC: ...Do you really want to go to all this trouble and time to be friends with me?

He likes her question.

Gilbert: You have the most beautiful heart in Rhodolite.

There are different criteria for evaluation.

Gilbert: Let's define beauty in your case as "a stronger feeling of love for others than for yourself."

(You don't have to know anything about me....)

Her pure heart makes him sick.

Gilbert: But you know, I think. No matter how beautiful a man's heart is, the essence of mankind is false love.

Gilbert: To pile up ugly lies and act as if there is love...there really is no such thing.

Gilbert: Even your beautiful heart is nothing more than a trick.

If she stays in court, greed will eventually get the better of her.

And he'd like to see it up close.

Gilbert: I was curious to see how the most pure-hearted woman in Rhodolith would transform.

Gilbert: So, friend. To be near you, the excuse of being a friend is the fastest, right?

(...I may not even understand 10% of Prince Gilbert's story.)

MC tells him that she will remain herself and not live up to the prince's expectations.

Gilbert: Heh, that's funny.

He bites her again.

MC: Please don't bite me!

Gilbert: Did that hurt? I'm sorry.

Gilbert: I like to leave a mark on my favorites. I mean, it's a sign that you're my friend.

Gilbert let go of MC. Turning around, she met his eyes. He was smiling, but his gaze was cold.

(......Looks like a real beast.)

She doesn't feel she can love him.

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Gilbert's Masterlist

[danggirlronpa]

Not the Pekoshima anon who originally talked about the ship, but I am so Invested in pekoshima my god, I have to talk about it. Okay so - with both Ultimate Despair's we see (discounting DR3 because. I don't like it), Nagito and Mikan, I find them very interesting. Mikan in chapter 3 obviously isn't behaving well - murder and all - but she also seems to recognize for possibly the first time ever that how people treated her was wrong (questioning why they treated her this way, acknowledging it wasn't fair, even calling the cast a bunch of bullies in scorn). Which is... such interesting characterization! It's one of the reasons I can't exactly buy how Junkan is presented in DR3 - in her FTEs, how people treated Mikan was normal to her, and she didn't seem to fully realize it was wrong. In the third trial, Mikan talks as if she knows how she was treated was wrong, and singles out Junko as being different, having forgiven her. In her final FTE, she says that Hajime has forgiven her too, implying to me that Junko did the same thing as Hajime did during their FTEs together, just with malicious intent (strengthening the Hajime/Izuru and Ryouko/Junko parallels and solitifying both Chiaki and Hajime in SDR2 as "the kindness the remnants never had" - kindness that ultimately leads to them triumphing over Junko this time). So in DR3, it didn't make much sense to me that Junko treated Mikan just as everyone else in Mikan's life has. Kicking her and berating her. Of course, with brainwashing she didn't need to be kind, but before DR3 came out, I always thought Junko operated more like... she would make you go one step forward, and two steps back. She would present herself as if solving your problems and helping you, but that was just to her own ends. We see this in Nagito too - when he's in DR:AE as a remnant of despair, his ideals have changed drastically from SDR2, and I'd go so far as to say what he preaches in DR:AE to be a better philosophy - though how far he's willing to go for it, still bad. So, the conclusion I reached was that every remnant would have some sort of ironic twist - something they improved upon, only for their other behaviors to be worse, like Nagito and Mikan.

So Hiyoko wouldn't be bully - but maybe it would be too much in the other direction, where she was obedient to a fault. Never talking without permission, sitting still like a doll, only doing what she was told.

Kaizuchi, perhaps, would no longer be obsessed with Sonia, someone who didn't like him back, and instead fixate on Junko, who welcomed his obsession...

And Peko, who used to think she was a tool... perhaps she would finally realize she was human. Perhaps she would realize this, and despair at such a fact.

Because it would mean she failed. She failed to become a tool for Fuyuhiko, and suddenly everything done to her wasn't "training a tool" but a tragedy. Her life was a tragedy. The very fact that she is human is despair, but that despair itself proves she is human. I imagine she could get very twisty and turny in her thoughts about this.

I also have the headcanon that Peko and Fuyuhiko during the despair times switches roles. Fuyuhiko always took on too much responsibility, and hey, here's your old pal Junko here to set you straight! You don't need to take so much onto yourself! It's painful, isn't it? Taking the burden of making choices. Being human. Who wants that responsibility? Why not give it to someone else? Oh hey, look at that, it's your old pal Peko! She'll take the brunt of responsibility from now on! From now on, Peko is the master and Fuyuhiko is the tool!

I just love the idea of Junko doing these ironic little twists. Helping them in some way only to fuck them over in others. Junko makes Peko realize she's human, and because of that, Peko cannot help but both love and resent her. Real toxic yuri shit going on.

(TW this gets a lil gory at the end)

This is a really good take on Junko's strategy!! My Junko analysis is similar but not quite the same. I've always viewed Junko as a monkey's paw. Whoever you are, she gives you exactly what you want, in its totality - but at the expense of your happiness.

Mikan's desire for someone to care for her becomes excessive dependency and blind devotion. Ryota's desire to become a successful animator who doesn't have to think about talking to others or existing in the real world becomes the complete destruction of that world, and his animated work as the most influential to ever exist. Nagito's desire to become a force which others can step on to find hope becomes Nagito ensuring the legacy of the greatest despair he possibly can, so that no 'fake' hopes can bypass his rigorous test - only a True Ultimate Hope can overcome and finally lead the world to victory.

Despair - for Junko - is the knowledge that you have succeeded, and everything is even worse than if you hadn't. Because Junko is Always succeeding, and she's Always in despair. Nothing challenges her. The only thing that she can't predict is pure dumb luck, which Makoto leverages against her both in THH and SDR2 to enable her defeat. Junko, like Izuru, is one of the most successful people to ever exist, and it SUCKS. So of course she is dragging people down the exact same way she herself is dragged down. Of course she shows people obvious, glowing success, in such a way that it tears down the entire world they once knew. Because this way - if one day unimaginably, they break their bonds - they will never, ever experience true hope again. Because their hopes are what destroyed them. Their hope brings about despair.

So from that perspective, I think you're dead on the money with Fuyuhiko, who loathes his position and wants to be free of the burden of responsibility (wouldn't it be easier, to be a tool, too? Aren't you tired of telling people to die? Shouldn't you take responsibility yourself, if there's killing to be done?). But Peko's desire is to be a tool. Rather than teaching Peko how to become her own person, I personally think that Junko would put Peko through the paces of both physical and psychological torture to turn her into a complete unfeeling instrument, exactly like Peko wanted. Once you've been in a 1-foot cell with no other people for a week, once you've been given Pavlovian training to receive an endorphin rush when holding your own spilling viscera in your hands - affection, agency, memory all fade away. There's just the next order. Exactly like Peko wanted.

[snapdragonsimming]

(Joshua’s POV)

Don’t know why I was so receptive to that email my family got, about the young woman who might be interested in me. I was already getting to know some girls at church, and even if that didn’t work out, I was cool with being a single guy for a while longer.

Anyway, for some reason I decided to email back, and I had a long conversation with the woman’s sister, Francesca. (She’s married, so I was okay to “speak” to her privately.) Super glad I did!

After a few days of emailing with Francesca I got the courage to ask for her sister’s email address, and luckily she was eager to give it to me! Lucy and I got along right away, and even back then I knew God had made her to be my wife. She’s hilarious, and she gives me so much to think about after each of our video chats and online Bible studies.

We invited Lucy’s whole family up to San Sequoia for our church’s annual potluck a few months after our first call, and that's when I asked her to enter into a courtship with me. To be honest, I don't think Mr. McKinnon was excited for us to take the next step, but he gave his permission in the end so I've made my peace with the situation. Besides, I was so focused on spending time with Lucy the day of the potluck that it was easy to ignore his scowling and snide comments. She was crazy meek and spent a lot of time running after her little brothers or getting something for her dad, but otherwise I was amazed by her countenance, her kind-heartedness, and her joyful attitude. She's also one of the older kids in a big family, with an older sister, nine younger brothers, and two younger sisters, so we were able to bond over that as well.

Fast forward to today, and we've been in a long-distance relationship for several months! It's tough to be far away from the woman I love, but I'm keeping busy with work and night classes in preparation to purchase my own starter home and (eventually) begin married life.  A couple months ago I thought I’d be single for at least five more years- I guess God throws us curveballs sometimes!

[limetameta]

ok so i’ve been asking everyone today: if you were to add a third person to royai, who would you add and why?

Interesting ask! I have 3 candidates depending on the absurdity and toxicity scale lmaoo. On the lowest rating we have Best Girl Rebecca Catalina. This is a Riza Hawkeye WINS scenario because she now has two of her favourite people together w her. She has two hands and she's happy neither is holding a gun.

Next up I believe it would be SO FUNNY if Jean Havoc got his heart broken one too many times and is just like YOU KNOW WHAT - goes up to Roy Mustang - SIR I'VE QUIT WOMEN *confesses his feelings* and Roy is like sputtering "But I'm with the Lieutenant-??" And Jean is just like: "With both of your permission, the Lieutenant is too scary to be a woman. She doesn't fall within that category for me." Meanwhile Riza is like *unlocking the hidden box in her brain w all the scenarios she imagined putting Roy and Jean through for her own amusement* "Colonel, I think this is a fine idea."

And then my worst contender my toxic blorbo my squiggly little freak my love to put him in situations he cant get out of unscathed bastard my says it how it is and doesnt give a shit about tact short king - Solf J. Kimblee.

Manga characterization only for this man because Fmab made him into a one dimensional bastard and I dont mesh w him. They took out your nuance king!!!

Ishval toxic trio. Riza sleeps w Kimblee because this is as close to self harm as she can get to. Roy wants to fight Kimblee because of this. Kimblee goads him into fucking instead. Now Riza and Roy have this weird thing going on where theyre not gonna sleep w each other but theyre dancing around it via fucking Kimblee. Kimblee, incredibly pleased w himself, is like I am going to get these two to fuck even if I have to be in the middle of it. I love whatever they have going on. It's so ugly. Ipso facto, the culmination is a threesome where they're all nasty. It can end just like canon where Kimblee goes to prison , Roy burns Rizas back, and theyre nothing but coworkers w A SHIT TON OF HISTORY. Kimblee gets out of prison, finds out theyre still lying to each other about their feelings: *sigh* I am so disappointed. It's just two steps forward five back with those two. / or Kimblee doesnt go to prison and he's just like COMMITTED to getting them together because he doesnt have a philosopher's stone and so this is how he's going to fill his time. Also loves getting fucked on the side, he's a man of very simple interests. Funniest addition would be if he's part of Team Mustang.

"I can either talk about Ishval or I can arrange a date for you w Riza. Your choice, Mustang."

Mustang, deeply uncomfortable by this man: "I wish you were in prison."

Kimblee: "You're the fourth person who's said that to me this morning actually! :D "

Dynamic for this would be - Riza and Kimblee are kinda friendly because theyre fucked up emotionally / Roy cant stand Kimblee meanwhile Kimblee is like I LOVE annoying this man / and Riza is like god you know maybe I shouldn't waste my life yearning and I should confess to Roy... on second thought... no. Too scary. / Roy is like THESE ARE LIES AND SLANDER I FEEL NOTHING BUT FRIENDSHIP TO THE LIEUTENANT / Kimblee, hands to his mouth to shout: YOU'RE A LIAR NOW, TOO, MUSTANG? For shame! Don't look away from your feelings.

[kat-is-laem-oa]

Chapter 4: Velvet Couches and Demon Summoning

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From afar, an assailant slashed a man down the back, resulting in his tumble to the warehouse floor. Valentine had found the lair.

“Oh, God! Valentine found Magnus!” Clary yelled. She ran forward behind the group and Eljah stayed behind her. He was sure now that she was new to the shadow world. It was uncommon to learn about your angelic lineage this late in life, but if Eljah could exist, then Clary could be a late bloomer.

Clary and Eljah fell back from the group naturally, hiding behind metal horizontal poles at the sound of a child in distress. She was shaking her deceased warlock father, telling him to wake up.

Eljah stopped dead in his tracks.

“Papá! Papá!” echoed in his head. “Papá, por favor, despierta. ¡Tengo miedo, se acercan las sombras! Papá, te amo, despierta y mantente fuerte, ¡no puedo hacerlo!” The shadows. The shadows are coming. Wake up and stand strong. I can’t do it.

Clary found her confidence creeping forward, but something else was creeping in the shadows as well. As she yelled, "Watch out!” and marched forward to defend the little girl, Eljah turned to face the growing black void from the corner. His heart thumped hard enough it shook his body, but he still couldn’t move. The girl was safe thanks to Clary pushing away one of Valentine’s men, Eljah useless as a trance state took over. The fight echoed in the background.

“Clary Fairchild. Valentine will be so pleased to meet you.”

“Thank you!”

“Any time.”

“Eljah, what happened?”

“Eljah?”

“Just keep moving,” Eljah harshly responded, stumbling up and away from his spot. He held the metal previously behind him so hard it was indented and, wiping his hands, shook off tiny bits of its coating.

Isabelle wrapped her whip up, sure to investigate later when she had time. “Stick close. It’s safest if we stay together.”

Clary affirmed to the young warlock that she wouldn’t leave her alone. It soured Eljah’s mood more. How he wished he had someone like that growing up. When things got bad, he could only turn to himself… and maybe the street cats and dogs.

The entire group convened in Magnus’ now-destroyed living room. The velvet chairs and dark furniture tipped over or split in half. Said room had filled with splayed warlock bodies, and Jace respectfully closed their eyes one by one. Alec had come across Eljah taking a breather and the two walked in together, the last of everyone living.

Magnus was busy praising Clary for her bravery and heart and Eljah slid himself between some fallen furniture. He flexed his fingers, popping them again as an unconscious comfort technique.

Magnus stepped to the middle of the room, announcing, “Hold tight, everyone. We’re about to move.” He made eye contact with Eljah for the first time since crossing paths again. He looked concerned at the younger man's body language, nodding for permission to move ahead. Eljah took a deep breath and conceded.

This time, Magnus’ magic glowed blue. He moved them in the prettiest way Eljah had seen a warlock move whilst using magic. Eljah was straight to the point, but Magnus had flair just like his closet. The energy pulsated and then passed over every corner of the room, transporting them.

“Ah, much better.” Magnus sounded relieved, but after turning around, his face changed to disgust. “Ugh! It’s inevitable. After each move, I get the itch to redecorate.” He turned to Alec and Eljah, who were next to each other, pointedly telling them, “normally, I love a dirty lair, but this one is just sloppy,” emphasizing with a stomp to the broken table in front of him. Alec’s expression turned confused and slightly worried, while Eljah found amusement in the situation. Alec abandoned station and crossed the room as if he wasn’t attracted to Magnus.

Magnus moved on rather quickly. “I believe in payment for services rendered. Thank you for defending the warlocks.” He sweetly offered the necklace they’d returned earlier, telling Isabelle some of the history of their own family and the jewelry. He joked it would look silly on her brother and Alec physically reacted, telling Eljah these were siblings. Lightwoods, to be exact.

Eljah felt a twinge of jealousy at the obvious flirting, but especially at Magnus asking if Alec was more into flowers or cologne. Eljah’s answer, personally, would have been flowers.

He couldn’t tell who he wanted to be more…

“Okay, so how do we summon the memory demon?” Clary redirected. Eljah brushed off his butt, regretting it when he realized he brushed dirt onto freshly clean flooring, checking to see if Magnus noticed.

“Are you certain?” Magnus confirmed. “Summoning such a powerful demon could be lethal.”

“I’ll do anything to save my mother. Where is the demon?” Clary doubled down.

“Okay. Pretty boys! Get your team ready!” pointing in Jace and Alec’s general direction.

Jace spoke up, “you all know what to do.” But Magnus stopped him in his place.

“Alec, yes… but I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to you,” he pointed to both Eljah and Alec. Alec got real cheesy at that revelation and Eljah got shy. If the others could see his aura, it was consumed by a teal color that screamed “shy.”

Magnus beckoned Clary forward, saying, “come with me.”

—

Magnus led Clary off into a side room, and the others stayed outside. Eljah continued popping various parts of his body, stretching like a cat.

“Where are you from?” The voice of Alec startled Eljah, which made the taller man put his hands up in surrender, mumbling sorry.

“I’m from San Juan.”

“San Juan? Puerto Rico, wow,” awkward silence made an appearance, “uh, what institute did you train at?”

“Mexico City. It was the closest.”

“Was it… pretty?” Alec, for such a big and tough-looking guy, was incredibly awkward and shy. He cutely smiled, his energy gray with muddy, dark purple. Further proof of his anxiety.

“It was one of the prettiest places I’ve ever been. Overlooked the city and you could see everything. Tomas, the… previous head of the Institute,” he paused as he remembered his late father-figure, “used to take me to visit the city markets. I miss it a lot,” Eljah admitted.

“Why’d you leave?” Eljah felt like a Seelie out of water, tempted to shrug his shoulders despite knowing Alec is smarter than that.

“Shadowhunters, gather!” Magnus summoned. Relief flowed through Eljah, secured from extra questioning.

Magnus, in more comfortable albeit still flamboyant clothing, headed the group upon entry, but remained to acknowledge Eljah with an arm around his shoulders. The height difference made Eljah shrink, but he couldn’t deny physical touch and affection was rare for him. Especially from such an attractive group of people.

“Jocelyn was right, your artistry is beyond compare,” walking himself and Eljah next to Clary. She chuckled but denied the claims. Eljah, despite knowing summoning circles, always enjoyed the deep-rooted artistic nature of them, which the redhead tuned into with a rune activation. Although he was sure she was a natural either way.

“Oh, the only other person I’ve known who could draw as well was Michelangelo… who was excellent in bed, might I add?” Looking straight at Alec. Eljah could’ve howled at the shared reactions, familiar with some historical figures himself and their… deeds.

Upon viewing this specific circle, he realized everyone had a spot except for him. Magnus caught on quickly. “Don’t worry, little dove. You are my extra protection—you can stand by me, okay?” Everyone shuffled to their places, Eljah awkward behind Magnus.

“Okay, we’re ready.” Rolling up his sleeves, he told everyone to, “take your rightful place on the pentagram.” Eljah choked back a giggle at Clary’s confusion on where to step, considering it was a foot in front of her.

“We must initiate a bond. Once this bond is sealed, it cannot be broken until the demon retreats.” Magnus became more serious. “No matter what happens, we must not let go of each other’s hands.” He outreached his jewelry-clad hand to Alec. The two jolted as a low, booming sound built the connection.

One by one, the group magnetized together with wistful looks and gasps. Eljah could feel the shadows reach its oily hand up from deep within the Earth, the energy building and suffocating the air. He constantly wanted to turn around, senses on high alert for the incoming danger.

“I will lead the ceremony, and you all must do exactly as I say. The demon’s name is Valak. And at some point, he will ask for payment in exchange for Clary’s memories.”

This worried Jace, who asked, “what do you mean? What kind of payment?”

“Unfortunately, you won’t know until he is summoned,” Eljah responded. “Just keep your hands together and take a deep breath.” After a beat of confirmation between everyone, Magnus announced they’d begin.

He strongly chanted in Chthonian, summoning Valak. Everyone looked panicked, Eljah included.

“The necklace!” Izzy called out, “it’s pulsing.” A rush of wind came through soon after, everyone looking up as thick black shadows came down upon the room. Valak growled and Eljah watched the group struggle to hold on.

“Valak is among us! Do not break the bond!” Magnus reminded. Jace called out to Clary to hold on, who affirmed she was trying. While Magnus focused ahead of him, Eljah activated the luck rune on his chest. He circled the group, making sure the lines were strong and nothing had been ruined.

“We must each relinquish a beloved memory of the one we love the most,” Magnus rushed through the hectic noise. Isabelle naturally went first. An image of her brother appeared within the smoke before harshly dispersing. Clary and Alec followed, but when Alec’s memory surfaced, his emotions shifted.

Panic. Eljah saw straight panic. He couldn’t understand why the Parabatais were confused. Parabatais often, if not always, love each other, but Alec was shouting betrayal and deception into the wind.

“It’s not true! The demon deceived me!”

“Do not break the bond!” Magnus warned.

“Alec, It’s okay!” Isabelle insisted. But the damage was done, and Alec ripped his hands away, throwing himself back. Chaos erupted as the others shouted. The black smoke dispersed and everything in the room was thrown back. Eljah, instead of rocketing into the wall, smoothly slid across the floor.

Valak’s wrath was unmatched by their fear as they saw him in full. The wind became more like a tornado and the air was scarcely fresh.

“I cannot contain the demon much longer!” Eljah felt the same level of panic as the others, uncertain whether he should assist Magnus and risk exposing himself or try to kill the greater demon.

Alec dumbly stood and made his way in front of the demon. Jace sought to push him out of the way, but in doing so, offered himself up to the demon’s grip. Clary screamed in shock and Alec huddled in the corner.

It felt like too long had passed before someone grabbed onto Jace.

“Grab him!”

“The demon is growing stronger!”

“He’s slipping!”

“Clary, Eljah, help us!” The man ran to Magnus’ side, concealed by the veil of smoke from the others, and snapped his fingers like a match. It lit up the fiery red and purple radiance of Eljah’s magic and he took a deep breath, expelling air as he pushed with all his energy to contain Valak. Keeping up his opposing facades wasn’t worth the release of a greater demon in New York.

“Clary! If you kill the demon, your memories will be lost forever!” With the last call for help by Isabelle, Clary bravely stomped her way up to Valak with her seraph blade in hand, impaling the demon still grasping Jace.

Eljah fell next to Magnus, and the others rushed to check on their blonde shadowhunter. Magnus gently raised Eljah from the ground. “It’s alright,” he whispered, “Shadowhunter business usually ends like this.” Eljah was too tired to laugh.

“Is he gonna be alright!?” Clary cried out.

“I don’t know. Does he normally just lay like that without moving?”

No one else was laughing.

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