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the-cosmic-teapot · 4 months ago

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To Be Loved By Nanami Kento

Nanami x reader

WC: 10,705

TW: Slight age gap (4 years), Canon-compliant, fluff, angst, canon-typical gore, big emotions, Nanami is such a gentleman, drinking, reader gets very drunk (Shoko), kinda steamy but no smut, marriage, family, Not a happy ending (ANGST!!!)

*Not proofread (my husband said his word limit is 5,000)

Summary: The story of how you and Nanami fall in love.

A/N: Hi pals, it's been a minute (like a couple months, oops)! This has been in the works for the majority of that time, but I couldn't bring myself to finish it until now. Let me know if you all like the longer fics or if I should break them up into parts instead. Also, I am looking for more proofreaders, if you are interested message me. As always, feedback is welcome!

P.S- The reader has a cursed technique that is using electrical energy and the gloves are what is used to conduct the energy.

~Cosmic

June 2012

High school graduates are left with difficult decisions to make upon the end of their education. Differing from a typical student, graduating from Jujutsu High in Tokyo meant alternate career options; choosing to become a sorcerer, or leaving the world of Jujutsu for a mundane job. As you pack up your home of the past three years, you ponder this quandary as boxes of memories are put away one by one. On one hand, you were trained alongside some of the best sorcerers in generations, and, if we’re being honest, you’re one of them. Now on the other lives a normal life, and a normal job. One where you don’t face nearly as high a mortality rate. You could find love, have a normal family, and you could live in ignorance of your fellow sorcerers’ sacrifices.

Moving out of the dorms at Jujutsu High was bittersweet, you have a lot of memories with your friends, and even a sparse few with Gojo– as annoying as he can be. You found a nice apartment right outside of the business district in Tokyo and you were even up to get promoted to a grade one sorcerer. Things are looking up for you and your new independent life.

Before you were able to fully get the rank of grade one sorcerer you needed to do a few missions with current grade one sorcerers, which is now what you were being sent to do. Usually, you worked with Mei Mei because your personalities meshed well, unlike your fighting styles, but this time was different. Before you stood a tall, well-built man with blonde hair in a suit. The tan suit was a bit plain, but his bright blue button-down and patterned tie really stands out. Ijichi explained what grade-one curse this man and you needed to eradicate in an abandoned nursing home in Osaka. The man, Nanami, is to pick you up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight as opposed to driving through the night to get there.

As you packed a small bag with a few necessities– the return flight was the following afternoon– you wondered why it took so long to meet Nanami. By the end of your second year, you had met most all of the grade one sorcerers from one gathering or another, but not Nanami. You had a few options now, you could look him up on social media or ask Gojo about the very muscular man. You decided on the former because Gojo would endlessly tease you for asking, plus you could stalk him online from the comfort of your bed. From your extensive research, you learned that there was not a trace of Nanami online other than a post from Gojo a year ago that tagged a deactivated account. Now you either have to ask Gojo or the even more embarrassing option of trying to make small talk with Nanami tomorrow. You were at a loss, was teasing from Gojo worth learning more about the undeniably attractive man? Nanami seems the type to not talk much, so small talk may not even tell you more about him.

Your phone dings as the latest episode of a trashy show’s credits roll. You didn’t have the number saved, but you could quickly tell it was Nanami because of the overly formal language and punctuation of the message. He asked about where he should pick you up and if you wanted him to grab coffee before getting you. As you respond you also internally scream as this man keeps getting more attractive and you’ve met him once. Is it weird to be this attracted to a man you’ve just met? You suppose it doesn’t matter much, it was just a superficial attraction at best now.

The following morning you wake up and get ready as usual, skincare, a little makeup, and finally getting dressed. You grab the overnight bag and your backpack for the trip there and head down to the lobby to wait for Nanami. After doing one final look over to make sure you weren't forgetting anything you finally leave and lock up your apartment. When you get to the lobby Nanami is already there holding his phone, probably about to call you.

“Ah, good. You’re punctual, do you have all of your equipment ready to go?” You give a quick nod knowing you placed your sleek black gloves in the front pouch of your backpack. “Good, let’s go then,” Nanami said. He was in another suit, not a hair out of place. Without another word, he took the overnight bag and began to walk out to his car.

He placed your stuff in the trunk of the modern black car and got the passenger side door for you. God, he truly is a gentleman. The interior of his car is clean and smells like a new car scent. You noticed a pastry on the middle console and two coffees in the cup holder after getting comfy for the quick trip to the airport.

“I got you a strawberry Danish, as well as the coffee, I hope you like it,” Nanami says as he buckles in and starts the car. He adjusts his glasses, and checks before backing out of the 20-minute parking spot.

“Actually, I’m allergic to strawberries… but thank you for the coffee and thinking of me!” You said with an awkward, tight-lipped smile, feeling bad that he wasted his money on you. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Nanami spoke. “I’ll keep that in mind next time” You give him a small ‘hump’ as acknowledgement.

The drive to the airport is quick, the bright lights of Tokyo pass by in a blur together in a rainbow of color. You wonder what this mission will entail, this was a grade-one curse, so Nanami could handle this alone if needed; theoretically, you should be able to do the same. Being this close to Nanami was strange, it felt almost intimate in the dark morning. You could smell the cologne he was wearing and the heat coming off of his body. He smelled amazing, woody and smokey, with notes of whisky.

Soon enough you notice Nanami pulling into a parking garage and getting a ticket and finding a parking space. Getting out you go to grab your overnight bag but Nanami already has it in hand with his.

“I can get my bag if you want.” You said quickly. “You really don’t need to.” You say to the back of the tall man as he walks away.

“It’s fine, it’s not heavy.” He said plainly, walking towards the walkway to the check-in desks. His steps are quick and driven by efficiency. You could tell he will be much more professional than Mei Mei, and way harder to get a read on.

As the plane lands you listen to the flight attendant about the typical unloading procedures, you worry about the mission and whether you will make a fool out of yourself in front of a grade-one sorcerer, especially one as attractive as Nanami. You remember this feeling when working with Mei Mei for the first time too. After you get your backpack from the floor you reach into the overhead compartment for your other bag but Nanami already has it in hand.

“I told you I’ve got your bag, '' Nanami says, bending down to get his bag on the floor. You shivered at the thought of him being so close to you.

“Okay, if you really don’t mind,” you say blushing slightly, moving to get off of the plane trailing after Nanami.

When you leave the airport the sun is shining and there is a small breeze. It ruffles Nanami’s hair making him look even more divine than he already does. He hails a cab to go to the hotel so you can check in and go over what intel you have on the cursed spirit. The cab ride was uneventful at best, but your anxiety was through the roof. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and the sweat covering your palms.

You zone out sitting on one of the chairs with your and Nanami’s things while he checks into your rooms. Suddenly, he appears in front of you with a disgruntled look across his sharp, perfect features. He explains that the hotel screwed up and only has one room (and one bed) available at the moment, he runs a hand through his pristine hair and sighs.

“We can look for other hotels in the area if you are uncomfortable sharing a room, or I can sleep on the couch,” Nanami says in his usual tone. “The woman at the desk said that the former may be unlikely because there are a few conventions in town.” He runs a hand through his hair again, staring down at you through his glasses.

“I don’t mind staying here, but I can take the couch.” You say it is not fair that he has already done so much for you. “I can sleep almost anywhere.” You say, which was a little lie, but it’s one night. Plus, you are considerably smaller than Nanami, he towers over you and he is broader than you because of the bulk of his muscles.

“We can talk about sleeping arrangements when we get settled tonight.” He says after a moment of silence. Nanami walks away back to the desk and finishes checking in.

He comes back with two keys in hand and moves to get your bags. You look up at him and take the cards so he has his hands free for the bags. The walk to the room was silent, as was moving around to get settled into the nice room. There is a sort of living room then a small hallway with the bathroom on one side and a closet on the other and finally, the bedroom section was at the back. The bed is massive, most likely a king, and there is a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the foot of the bed. You stand at the window taking in the view of the city and ponder how this mission will go. Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves you move back to the living room area with Nanami sitting on a comically small couch.

“So, the nursing home isn’t far from here, we can walk there,” Nanami said, looking at the packet with all of the information gathered for this mission. He moved over and motioned for you to join him on the couch. As you sit next to him you realize how small the couch really is, it’s more of an oversized armchair. “The curse shouldn’t take too long to exercise, but there are bound to be more, lower grade curses.” He adjusts his glasses and hands the packet to you as he moves to get up.

You look over the packet and see that the building has been abandoned for a few years after the owners were convicted of selling deceased residents organs without the families’ knowledge or approval. The building has recently been the site of the disappearance of teens, which has made more teens want to break in and do whatever teens do when they break into buildings. The local police have put locks on the doors and tape up to discourage more teens from entering, but this did little to dissuade them. This is why Nanami and you were called here, the 10 missing teens were concerning and the confirmed presence of a curse made this case a top priority for the higher-ups in Jujutsu society.

Nanami lowered the veil over the condemned building and you slipped your gloves on, as you both took in the large structure. It was at least three stories high and there was mention of a basement for laundry from the packet. The smell of mold and mildew hit you in the face as soon as Nanami opened the door. There was graffiti all over the place and vines and weeds sprouting up from the cracked concrete and broken windows.

You mention splitting up to make the search go quicker, Nanami told you to focus on looking for the missing kids while he looks for the grade one curse. Of course, this is not how the mission goes, you run into a horde of grade three and lower curses in the basement hallway. As you fight them off you begin to hear the sobs of a few girls. You make your way to a locked door where you very clearly hear crying, knocking on it, and saying you were here to help. When the door opens about five girls no older than fifteen are trembling and latching on to you for dear life.

You introduce yourself to them and tell them that your partner and you will try your best to get them out safely. They all mention seeing some of the others they were with being dragged away but not killed in front of them. You shoot a text to Nanami about the girls you found and begin to lead the shaking, but not crying, girls out of the basement and to the outside of the building. Nanami joins you a few minutes after getting the girls out and mentions how you did well.

Going back into the buildings after talking to the girls a bit more to gather more information about the groups they came from. After another hour of searching you find the bodies of three of the boys, all drained of blood leaned up against a wall on the ground floor. It was shocking to see that a curse did not mutilate the young boys. You move on to the next floor where you run into Nanami and he mentions finding two boys on the verge of death that he brought outside and tended to their wounds.

Wandering around a bit more you finally come across the grade one curse, its cursed energy was intense. The spirit looks like its melting bodies together, one pile of flesh with multiple eyes and appendages. The largest of their eyes is brown and vertical in the center of the mass and quickly takes notice of Nanami and you and begins to attack, flailing arms and legs towards you and Nanami. You were first to strike the curse with a zap of your cursed technique directly to the center eye. Nanami, quick to follow, slashed a few limbs off with his blunt sword. Flowing through the motions of a fight, zaps, a few punches, and maybe a kick to the curse was the easy part. The more difficult part was knowing if you were doing enough to impress Nanami or at least not look like a complete idiot in front of him. With a final right hook into the curse imbued with your technique, the curse jolted back and collapsed into a disintegrating heap on the dirty floor.

“Good, you did well,” Nanami says calmly while swiftly dispelling the blood from his blade in a singular smooth motion.

The walk back to the hotel is significantly less awkward for you mostly because you were actually talking now, and not weird small talk. This was an actual conversation, about what you enjoy, what books you like, and so forth. You had a lot in common with the stoic man, you both enjoyed cooking and reading, much preferred over going out. You were beginning to toe the line between a schoolgirl crush based on superficial attraction into a full-blown crush, born from knowing his brain. There are a few outcomes, all but one of which will fragment your heart into millions of pieces. This is dangerous territory you are beginning to tread.

Back at the hotel you shower and take time to get the sweat and blood off of you. The hot shower felt like heaven on your sore muscles and the steam began to fog the mirror. You wash your hair with your shampoo and conditioner while you think about the day. The thoughts quickly drift from the nursing home and the teenagers you saved to the dashing man sitting outside. He is hard to not fall for, he’s charming and his looks could rival that of a man sculpted by the gods. In addition to his stunning looks his personality seems to be a perfect fit for your own. The list of Nanami’s attributes just seems to grow with the amount of time you spend with him.

Meanwhile, the blonde man sitting outside on the couch begins working on the report for the case. He begins recounting the day’s events, typing it all out in the correct format. All of the events from what was known to the final death count of the curse. Once again, Nanami’s life became mundane; getting sent on missions, exercising the cursed spirit, typing up a report, and repeating. When he got off of work he would make dinner, maybe try a new wine, most nights were the same for him. Being sent away from Tokyo was a nice change, but not much of one, now he would just have dinner out. However, now there was someone else with him. Someone who he wants to get to know, someone who he can see as a friend.

He has thought of dating, but with his re-entrance into the world of Jujutsu that will be difficult. There is no way for him to have a “normal” life when he faces death every day. He cannot put someone he loves in a position to mourn him, he has been down this road before and it hurts. Honestly, part of the reason Nanami left after graduation was because he didn’t want to see more of his colleagues fall; moreover, he did not want to see his juniors fall even more so. Despite this, he found himself back in the world of Jujutsu; sitting here with you in the shower.

When Nanami was told he would be paired with a semi-grade one sorcerer he thought the person would look more intimidating, not the small, cute form he met the day prior. He was pleasantly surprised this morning when you were right on time when he came to pick you up. In the car, he could smell your hair products– vanilla and jasmine– as well as notice how you anxiously fidget with your hands. You were efficient in the airport, which he admired very much, as opposed to Gojo, who would stroll in an hour before his flight with little care about missing it entirely.

Nanami finishes the report and he hears you step out of the shower. He stands, stretches, and then heads for his bag to gather his clothes to get ready to shower. As he makes sure he has grabbed all of his necessities– underwear, pants, and a top– his phone dings. Sitting back on the bed with his stuff sitting neatly on the dresser he reads a text from Gojo asking about how you both were getting along. Nanami opted to send a short, nondescript text on how you performed today.

When you finally leave the warm, steamy bathroom you see Nanami sitting on the bed tapping away at his phone, presumably texting. You move your stuff into your bag as your stomach growls very loudly. In your squatting position, you make eye contact with Nanami who now has his clothing in hand to shower and clean up for dinner.

“I’m going to excuse myself, I’d suggest looking up where you want to eat,” Nanami says standing to his full height, making you feel smaller as he has to tilt his head further down as he does.

“Okay, I can do that,” you say, zipping up your bag and grabbing socks and your bag with your wallet and other necessities to go out.

As Nanami stepped into the still-warm and steamy bathroom he could smell your lotion and perfume. Everything smelled like you, even the other towels that are folded under the sink; it’s a smell that is just as intoxicating as the most expensive bottle of wine he’s sampled. He peeled his blue shirt off his body and began the shower, the hot water and steam fogging up the mirror again. Slipping out of his trousers and underwear he steps into the shower with a sigh. He could smell you even more in the shower, the hot steam lifting the remnants of your hair products to his nose directly.

Nanami thought about the day and Gojo’s text. As with most things, Gojo most likely had another intention than the one Nanami initially interpreted. Nanami could not let himself wonder what it would be like to pursue you in any capacity other than friendship; not even for a moment. There is no denying you are attractive and he could tell that you shared a lot of his interests. He pushes these thoughts of what can never be out of his mind so he can finish his shower and get to dinner.

You go with a small sushi place with good reviews online and Nanami truly did not mind you picking. Initially, you had given him three options and he was indifferent to all of them. This was new to you because when you went with Gojo he would insist on going to his pick, given he always paid so you had no qualms.

Walking alongside Nanami was strange, his muscular frame towered over yours and looked ten times more intimidating than you with just his resting face unobscured by the armless glasses he wore. The evening air was cooling down from the high temperatures of the day and a soft breeze flowing and it made Nanami’s hair flow slightly from its perfect position atop his head. He was in a light green sweater and light-wash jeans, which was such a change from his typical suit and tie. Casual suited him, as well as his scent without cologne, it was fresh and kind of minty.

Getting to the restaurant you seat yourself at a nice table near the window. A server stops by to give you menus and welcome you to the establishment. As you look over the menu you fail to notice how Nanami looks at you. Your hair was pulled back with a few strands falling out around your face, framing it nicely. He thought about what a normal life would be like, how it would be to be in a relationship without the threat of death, and most of all what it would be like to be loved by someone. He once again found himself pushing these thoughts out of his mind.

The night flows seamlessly from dinner to a little cafe for coffee and dessert. Conversation hardly stopped from when you sat down for dinner to now, in this cute little cafe with cat-themed decor adorning the walls. You were the last two in the cafe with the barista cleaning the counter and display case. This is a night you didn’t want to end, everything has been amazing, from conversation to food, and finally Nanami. The more time you spent with Nanami the more you wanted to spend with him. His presence is intoxicating.

As you walk back to your hotel there is a light air between you both. The moon is bright and shines on the pair of you. He is close, very close, his arm is close to brushing with yours. To an unsuspecting eye, you looked like a beautiful young couple.

Getting back to the hotel room faced you with the dilemma of the one bed. Nanami initially said he could sleep on the couch, but seeing how large he is compared to the overgrown armchair that had to be out of the question. You could take the couch, but something told you he would never let that happen.

Nanami once again let you take the bathroom first. You dug through your bag for your shorts and oversized tee shirt to get changed into. When you open the bathroom door you see Nanami’s toiletries on the counter opposite your own. What would Nanami be like to live with, being able to see your things with his? He seems like the type of person who has a solid routine and rarely deviates from that. After washing your face and undressing you fold your pants and top neatly to put on for the trip home. The silky shorts felt nice after your legs had been confined all day and the tee shirt fell over the hem of them perfectly.

Nanami is waiting on the bed with his sleepwear folded neatly beside him. When he looks up at you his hair falls away from his face, most likely from the lack of product. He is so handsome in the dim lighting of the hotel room. You both begin to speak only to stop when you realize the other wants to say something. You smile slightly at the usually awkward situation.

“You can go first,” Nanami said, standing to his full height. His hair shifting subtly with his change in position.

“Oh, um, I’m all done in the bathroom,” you said, fidgeting with your clothing you still have in hand.

“Ah, I was going to say that you can take the bed because I really don’t mind,” He said in that deep voice. The voice that could make angels weep.

“That couch is too small for you, if anything I can actually fit on it to sleep,” you say as you move to place your clothing on the dresser opposite the bed. “We could also share the bed if you really won’t let me take the couch,” you say without thinking of the implications of what this fully means.

The air seems to stand still as you both process what you just said. Nanami is a man you just met no more than twenty-four hours prior, and you mentioned you could share a bed. If this were anyone else you would call them crazy for how risky that is with a strange man. Given, Nanami is not entirely strange, he seems to have some set of moral compass given how he is dead set on taking the couch. Your face is completely flushed red and Nanami is sporting a light pink blush as well. Why did you have to say that?

“I, um,” he paused, coughing a little, “I don’t mind taking the couch,” Nanami says, slightly blushing at the thought of sleeping next to you. The smell of your soap and lotion still stuck in his nose and mind, the sweet notes of vanilla and the floral ones of the jasmine would keep him up all night. Nanami also knew he would be too stressed trying to be respectful of your space that he would not sleep at all if he had to share a bed with you. “The couch will be okay for one night, I promise I will be okay there.” He finishes still sporting a faint blush across his sharp cheeks.

You take a breath trying to calm down. “Are you sure?” You asked for a final time, still feeling guilty he will probably not get any sleep on the couch.

“Yes, I would not have said so if I didn’t mean it,” Nanami says firmly, looking at you directly.

You both hold eye contact for a moment, the air thick between your bodies. It feels like you both want to say something, but words don’t come to either of you. His hazel eyes are intense as they still don’t leave your face. You feel your heart rate spike from being under his gaze. Your face could rival a prize-winning tomato for how red you are; Nanami is faring better, at least on the surface. All of his thoughts from earlier, all of the thoughts of a normal life were flooding back into his mind and he couldn’t shove them away fast enough. You are dangerous because there is something about you that makes Nanami feel like he could be with you in that way.

The moment is ruined by the phone ringing in the other room, flashing with the extension from the front desk. Nanami takes another second, keeping your gaze before he answers. You are not paying attention to who is on the other end because you are trying your hardest to calm down. It feels like you’ve just run a mile without prep with how you need to catch your breath.

“That was the front desk,” Nanami cuts through your thoughts with his clear, stern voice. “Another group canceled their reservation, so a room on the second floor is now available,” he continues, clearing his throat. “I need to go to the front desk to sort everything out, but now we both have a bed,” he says walking to put his shoes on.

Nanami is gone for twenty minutes, but it feels like an instant. You try to resume your nighttime routine while he is gone, but you keep getting distracted by your thoughts of that moment. Your flushed cheeks and his intense stare seared into your mind as if it were branded there with a hot iron.

When Nanami comes back into your room he silently packs his things to move into his own room. You observe him, being as still as you can, scared to move too quickly as if he will disappear like a stray cat. Once all his things are packed he stands tall in front of your seated position on the bed. His posture is impeccable, as he tells you his room number and how the hotel comped one of the rooms because of the inconvenience. As you look up at him his hot gaze is already on you, as if he were studying for an exam. You quietly respond with a soft ‘okay’ and ‘Good night’.

When you wake the next morning you feel calmer, more at ease than the prior night. You were so warm up last night that you took another shower just to try and calm your buzzing body and mind, not that it did much. Nanami was not much better, he was thankful to whatever deity granted him a room away from you. His thoughts were muddled and the clarity he was used to was gone. As he finally drifted to sleep he thought of how the atmosphere shifted in that instant before the phone call.

Nanami let you know he would meet you in the lobby around 8 to catch your 11 o’clock flight. As you leave for the airport you do a swift look over of the room to make sure you didn’t forget anything. The room felt so much more empty sans Nanami, his large frame taking up physical space, but his aura taking up infinitely more. His presence is warm and calm, much unlike your own anxious one.

The morning trip to the airport, as well as the airport itself, passes by in an instant. Now you sit at the gate waiting for your flight home; Nanami is on the hunt for coffee, as the hotel only had drip coffee. You are wasting time staring at the pages of a book you weren’t reading, too lost in thought. As a hand with a take-out coffee cup impedes your view and the smell of fresh pastry hits your nose.

“I got peach this time,” Nanami says with a small smile, handing you a bag along with your coffee. He is back in his jeans and sweater from last night, much as you are in the same outfit.

You take the coffee and bag and give thanks to the man now eating his own. The rest of the morning goes much like this, quiet and at ease. There is no tension between you, and you wonder if this is what it is like to date Nanami. Are all of his mornings quiet and tranquil?

Nanami drops you off at your apartment and, as the true gentleman he is, gets your stuff out to hand to you. As you walk away from him you can feel his warmth leave you. This trip was a whirlwind. Nanami is attractive and his personality is unmatched by anyone you’ve met, but he is a coworker now. Plus, he gave no indication that he is interested in you, outside of that moment. That moment could have been anything and he is hard to read so you chose to match his level of professionalism. At this point, the best you can do is friends, which is okay.

April 2014

So much has changed in the past two years after graduating high school. You’ve gotten to know yourself more, honed your fighting techniques, and become better friends with former classmates and coworkers. Soon after your mission with Nanami, you were promoted to a full-fledged grade one sorcerer, you gathered from Gojo that Nanami’s recommendation was glowing.

Currently, you are sitting opposite Gojo in a cafe as you both talk about your plans for your upcoming birthday. The lanky man sitting across from you suggested going all out, after all, you are now an actual adult who can drink. Your speed was more like a small group of people and dinner, not the rager Gojo was already planning. Try as you might Gojo is truly an unstoppable force, and his party planning is quickly getting away from you.

“Gojo, I am not having a massive party, my apartment is only large enough for a few people,” you sigh. “I’ll have dinner with a few friends, but nothing more,” you sternly say to the white-haired man.

“But that’s so boring, we did that last year,” he whined as if your birthday was supposed to entertain him.

Most of your afternoon went on like this because Gojo is, well, Gojo. On the bright side, he did pay for your coffee and treats. You have some paperwork to finish, but other than that you are free for the weekend. Gojo drops you off at your office muttering something about leaving it for Monday.

As you quickly work through the sparse papers on your desk you hear a firm knock, clearly Nanami. Gojo would just burst in and Shoko’s knocks are short and quiet. In the nearly two years you’ve known Nanami, and in that time he has become one of your closest friends. He is the one you go to new museum exhibits with and the one you try new cafes with after said museum outings.

“Come in,” you say, not looking up from the last form you needed to fill out. You sigh for a moment as Nanami’s footsteps enter your office.

“Hey, I saw you were still here and I wanted to see if you wanted to leave together,” Nanami says, looking down at you with a peacoat draped over his arm. “That is if you are almost done.”

“Oh, umm, yeah,” you say, still not looking at him. “I just need to sign off on this and submit it,” you say sighing as you stand to get your stuff. “Where were you wanting to go?” You ask, finally meeting his eyes.

“I was thinking of that new ramen place near yours,” He says holding his hand out to take your bag, “but I am up to suggestions.”

“Great, I just need to run by Yaga’s office to turn these in,” you say smiling at him as you turn off the lights and close your door.

The walk to Yaga’s office is the same as it always is, hallways blurring together. You are looking through the papers making sure everything is in order and Nanami is lost in his own mind. In the time Nanami has known you, you’ve nestled yourself into his life seamlessly. After that first mission in Osaka, the pair of you worked on a few more local missions until you were a full-fledged grade-one sorcerer. Even after that, you made a point to spend time with Nanami, to be his friend. That is something he admires about you, you put so much effort into everything you do; sometimes to your own detriment.

You have an aura to you that draws him in, something that makes Nanami want to know everything about you; not just the superficial things anyone can figure out, but the more intimate things like what your nighttime routine is and how you look when you first wake up. These things are small, but he wants them; he wants you in your entirety, mind, body, and soul.

Nanami came to these conclusions one night after drinking with you, Gojo, and Shoko. He initially turned down Gojo, but when you asked he couldn’t find it in him to decline when he looked into your bright, beautiful eyes. While going out is not his preferred way to spend a night, especially on a Thursday, he thought your presence made it bearable. Especially when you would join in on teasing Gojo with Shoko after a few drinks. After that night Nanami vowed to keep his feelings to himself because you didn’t deserve him, he is a broken man who cannot promise you tomorrow. In his mind, being your friend was better than not being in your life at all.

You were finally able to talk Gojo out of a big party at a club in exchange for dinner at your favorite place and a few drinks afterward. Music is loudly blaring from your phone as you get ready in the bathroom, hot water running over your figure. You think of what to wear, taking into consideration the temperature and the cute-to-comfy ratio of your outfit. When you step out of the shower, you go through your normal routine, taking more time on makeup and hair. Now you stand in front of your closet wondering what to wear. You could go with jeans and a sweater, but that’s what you wear when you normally go out; this is a special night, so maybe a little discomfort is okay. You pick out a short, light pink dress with poofy mesh sleeves and a flowy skirt. You also opt to put stockings with a criss-cross pattern on them under your dress. As you situate the stockings at the top of your thighs your phone dings and lights up.

‘Hey, I was thinking we could head over to the restaurant together so you don’t have to walk alone’ read the text from Nanami. It is not unusual for Nanami to pick you up to go somewhere, but it doesn’t happen as much as you’d like.

After that first mission with Nanami, you were thankful he seemed to want to be friends too, but never anything more. In the past two years, you’ve only grown to like the tall blonde more. He makes sure that you don’t overwork yourself, but rather that you get paid for the work you complete. When he can he also delivers coffee and a pastry. With every coffee delivery, you felt yourself fall a few more meters, you have yet to hit the ground.

You shoot a short ‘yes’ and go about finishing your look for the night. Thinking of Nanami makes you heat up, more than usual that is. There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason being you’ll look like you’re going on a date walking to the restaurant together. That thought alone made you squeal like a schoolgirl.

A curt knock rings through your apartment, signaling Nanami’s arrival, and pulling you out of your head. As you answer your door you notice Nanami has a gift bag in hand, presumably for you. You signal for him to come in and greet him, mentioning something about not being quite ready yet. Digging through your jewelry box for a necklace you ramble about your day to Nanami, who responds with grunts and nods, not that you could see him as he is in the living room.

Nanami fills you in on how his day has been as you walk side-by-side to the restaurant. He is self-conscious, something he has not been since high school, because you look amazing, and he just has a dark grey sweater on with nice pants. The dress is just short enough to see the upper parts of your thighs, but not so short that it is immodest. Nanami tries to not stare too much, but he really can’t given how well the stockings hug your things. The plush fat of them bludged slightly from the restriction from the stockings. This outfit is driving him insane– you are driving him insane. Just for a moment, Nanami allows him to wonder what it would be like to have you look this good for him, and him alone.

As you reach the restaurant you stop Nanami just shy of the entry, so as to not obscure the entry. He gives you a questioning look, and you just stare back at him with wide eyes. Words fail to escape your mouth as you look into his dreamy eyes. You try to start a sentence multiple times, but nothing ever reaches your mouth. Of course, he looks amazing, the sweater with the collar from a button down underneath. As you finally find the words to say Gojo begins yelling from down the block. You break away from the moment with Nanami and turn just in time for Gojo to pull you into a hug. Shoko is not far behind the lanky man as she holds two gifts, one hers and the other probably Gojo’s.

The host seats you all at a booth in the corner of the restaurant, and lights dim for the atmosphere. You slide into the space next to the wall and Nanami follows suit, sitting close to you at the smallish table. Gojo is directly across from you and Shoko is across from Nanami. Conversation flows, as do some drinks with dinner, and the food comes and goes. You feel a light buzz from the two drinks– one from Gojo and one from Shoko– as you prepare to pay your bill. The waiter comes back to divide up the bill and you all hand in your cards and discuss where to go next, as the drink portion is to appease Gojo.

The bar Gojo chooses has soft music playing and comfy sitting areas, the best for conversation. Nanami offers to get you a vodka cranberry, your drink of choice, while you find somewhere to sit. Shoko, being the woman she is, kept getting round after round of drinks. You are certain that you are mostly alcohol now, you cannot see straight and you didn’t want to try walking, in fear that your choice of platform boots will make you fall over.

Nanami can tell you are out of it, your eyes are not focused on anything in particular, and you are no longer talking in more than one-word answers. He closed out at the bar and told Gojo and Shoko he was taking you home, so as to not cause you more harm in the morning.

As you focus on Shoko complaining about some of the new changes to her duties from the higher ups you feel Nanami’s warm hand on your back. He looks down at you with concern, not that you can particularly tell right now. His deep voice is calming and rich, like the most decadent chocolate as he bids Gojo and Shoko goodbye. He makes sure you have everything, including the new mug from Gojo and the two wine glasses from Shoko.

When you step outside with Nanami still holding on to you the cool April air hits your face, causing you to shiver slightly. Nanami opts to hail a cab, mostly because he is not sure how far you can walk. As one pulls to the side Nanami puts you in the back and walks around to the other side for himself. You cling to him as soon as he sits, and you are not wanting to let go. He tells the driver your address and just lets you cling to him as if he is your lifeline.

This is nice, your hair smells just how it did when he first met you. Nanami once again lets himself think of what it would be like to have this all the time; you pressed against his body while you go to a shared home. He thinks back to what you were trying to say before dinner, before Gojo ruined it– typical.

The ride to your building is quick. Nanami pays and tips the driver and practically hoists you to stand. He can tell you are close to crashing, your body heavy, and your movements lethargic. At this point, he thinks about carrying you, as it may be easier than standing at an awkward angle holding you up, but decides against it so as to not cross any boundaries.

When he opens your door you struggle to take off your shoes and leave them in a pile on the floor, a problem for later you. You drunkenly stumble through your apartment with Nanami in tow as you try to undress. The zipper on the back of your dress seems infinitely further than when you zipped yourself into the dress. You break down and ask Nanami, who is standing outside as you change, to help you because you just want to go to bed. As he opens the door he sees you sitting on your bed swaying slightly. He unzips your dress and turns around to give you more privacy, but your perky butt and back are displayed in the full-length mirror he is now facing. You stand still for a minute, in your stockings and lacy pink panties with a matching bra before stumbling into the bathroom. A red-hot blush expands across Nanami’s face as he tries to not stare like a pervert, but there is something about how your ass looks in the lace panties that makes him insane.

Nanami leaves to sit on the couch, so as to not invade your space, trying to calm down from seeing you in such a state of undress, after all, he is just a man. For a third time tonight, he finds his mind wondering what it would be like to see you like this for him. What would it be like to undress you and feel how your soft body would squirm under his touch? What noises could he pull from you? How would you sound moaning his name? He shakes his thoughts away and busies himself with getting aspirin and water for you in hopes of getting rid of his little (massive) problem.

As you reemerge from the bathroom you have no more makeup on and are now in an oversized sweatshirt that reaches the tops of your thighs. You move to lie down and get comfy as Nanami has water and some aspirin in hand for you in the doorway. He gives you the pills first, then the water and you mutter a thanks while yawning. Making sure you don’t need anything more from him, Nanami heads for the door when he hears you, in such a soft voice, ask him to stay. In his tipsy state, he almost misses it, but not quite.

“What was that?” He asks, making sure his ears are in working order. His eyes intently search yours as you answer.

“Can you please stay with me?” you ask again, this time a little louder. “You don’t ha–” He cuts you off with a very quick acceptance and begins to make his way to the other side of your bed.

The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache and unbelievably dry throat. You reach for the water on your nightstand and gulp what’s left down in a hurry. Taking a breath, you take in your room, and the large man still asleep next to you. He shed his sweater and button down and is now in a form-fitting white undershirt. Sitting up next to this god among men you take a moment or two to admire Nanami’s form; his massive arms holding one of the cutesy stuffed animals you keep on your bed. Oh to be that stuffed cat.

You get up to get more water and scrounge something to eat from your sparse pantry as your memories trickle back. Your face heats up when you set the tea kettle on the stove as you remember practically begging poor Nanami to stay with you. Given, he wouldn’t have done something unless he wanted to, that much you knew. Does this mean he sees you in a romantic way? Or was this more of him wanting to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit?

Nanami wakes up and quickly realizes he is not in his home, but rather your home. He also realizes you are not in bed with him, but your spot is still lukewarm. The smell of toast and tea wafts into the room as he sits up in bed. As he looks around he sees the stuffed animals strewn about the room, most likely his doing as he slept, as well as the cute white cat he currently holds. You consume his thoughts, millions of them racing in. Why did you ask him to stay? Why did he stay? Could this mean you wanted him too?

Sitting at your small table you have tea and toast, with a cup and plate on the counter waiting for Nanami. You have to talk about last night, but more so how you feel about the typically stoic man. There is no going back to before he slept in your bed, his warm body feeling like the missing puzzle piece in your life. He looked so peaceful sleeping with the sun peeking through the curtains of your room and landing on his sharp features.

Nanami walks into your main living space in his light blue boxers, looking like a Calvin Klein ad. You offer the tea and toast on the counter to the god of a man standing in your home. He takes the seat opposite yours and just looks at you. Your hair is pulled back with a clip with a few pieces near the front falling out, framing you in such a beautiful way. The sun softly shining into your home makes you look ethereal, your beauty outshining Aphrodite.

“I’m sorry,” you say as he takes a sip of the tea. “For last night that is,” you finish avoiding his eyes. You take a deep breath before continuing, “You should know, I like you,” another breath, “in a more than friendly way,” you say, feeling the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes. The weight of your words and emotions sit on you like a stone as you await Nanami’s rejection.

“Can you at least look at me when you tell me you love me?” Nanami asks with a small smirk on his pink lips. His eyes meet yours, which are full of sorrow.

“What,” you respond, taken by surprise at his comment. Your brow furrows as you ponder what he could mean. Your sorrow is replaced by confusion.

“For such a smart woman you’re quite dense, aren’t you?” He said still teasing you. “I want your mornings, afternoons, and evenings.” Nanami stands and moves to stand in front of you, his large body looming over you. “I want to be the man you look for in a crowded room, the one you get all dressed up for. I want you– all of you.”

You stare up at him, confused at his sudden burst of affection. His usual stoic demeanor was gone, now replaced by a soft expression on his sharp features. He holds your eyes, waiting for your response.

“Nan-” you stop yourself, now would be the time to use his first name, “Kento, I do look for you in every crowded room, you’re the one I want to give all of my time to.” You stand, still dwarfed by Kento’s massive frame.

Neither of you says anything for a moment, rather just processing what just happened. He leans closer to you and you meet him halfway, having to stand on your toes. The kiss is tentative as if you are both scared that this is some form of a cruel dream. Once your lips touch his everything feels at peace, you have no thoughts other than Kento and his soft lips on yours. As you pull away from the short, but sweet, kiss you both cannot stop the smiles that threaten to break your faces.

He goes in for another kiss, this time with more assurance and passion. His lips are hot and needy as his hands begin to roam your body. Kento’s kisses get more needy and his hands pull at you more and more. Large hands grab at your plush ass as he lifts you to his hips, instinctively, you wrap your legs around his muscular waist. You continue to make out while Kento carefully moves the both of you to your bedroom.

The next few weeks are filled with getting to know Kento in a deeper, more romantic way. As time passes with him you fall even deeper in love, as does he; the only difference now is that you are not scared to hit the ground because he’s there to catch you. You get to see him, who he is at his core, what makes him tick and it is a true honor. There are so many things that are uncertain in your life, but you know Kento will be a constant.

Kento does not believe in soulmates, there is no reason this cruel world would give people that luxury, but you are the closest thing to his. He never thought he would be allowed to have you in the ways he wanted you, but here you are in his arms. The Morning sun shines through his blinds causing you to snuggle closer to his chest. Kento debates getting up and making you breakfast, but decides against it in favor of holding your naked form against his own, just for a little longer.

August 2016

Kento finishes tying his bow tie and does a final look in the bathroom mirror before turning off the lights and leaving to find you. You are in the bedroom sitting at your vanity in a pretty white dress, something shorter because of the less-than-traditional wedding celebration. The dress has short sleeves with lace detailing at the ends that match the lace on the rest of the dress. You look up at Kento as you finish putting your makeup on and smile at your soon-to-be husband.

“The car is almost here darling,” Kento tells you, offering you a hand, a smile matching yours. “You look stunning,” He says, leaning down for a quick kiss.

“So do you my dear,” you say drinking him in, his white form-fitting shirt and light gray suit make you drool at the thought of taking it off of him later tonight. “Ready?”

“More than anything else,” Kento says, the smile still not leaving his perfect features.

The ceremony is short and intimate, just what you and Kento wanted. Nothing too extravagant, but still filled with love. After the ceremony, you and Kento go to a late lunch at your favorite restaurant and just enjoy the day as a married couple. You both sit in a cute little cafe with coffee and dessert. Every once and a while there is the soft clink on Kento’s mug from his ring, the one that matches yours. With each clink, your stomach does flips because you actually got to marry this man.

The rest of the evening is something out of an old film, the couple strolls through the city streets, lit by the moonlight and shop lights. Kento’s hand in yours, you talk about something while he looks like a lovesick puppy. He has an uncharacteristic soft smile across his features because of you. The walk back to your shared apartment is serene and feels right. Nights like this are what you live for, they are simple, but it’s the small moments that make you fall even more in love with Kento. The way he makes sure you have at least two meals a day that are nutritious or the way he makes you feel like you are the most important person in the world– because to him you are.

November 2017

Nights with Kento are quiet and beautiful. On this particular night you lie on his bare chest post-coitus as he strokes your hair gently. You fidget with his wedding band that matches yours, just content to be with him at this moment.

“Hey” Kento says in a soft voice to grab your attention, “how would you feel about having kids?” He asks, looking down at you. “Mine specifically” he clarifies.

“I would love to have your kids, but do you really think we’re ready?” you ask not knowing if you were ready for such a big change to your life. “I mean, we would need to get a bigger place and work seems to never stop.” You ramble on for a little about your anxieties of parenthood and Kento just looks at you with admiration.

“We have enough to buy a townhouse or condo if that is the biggest concern,” Kento says, softly petting your hair.

October 30th 2018

You are abruptly awoken by a loud cry from down the hall of your pristine townhouse. The noise is not foreign to you, as it once was, but more of a routine, a signal to get up and prepare to feed or change the small girl, Yukie, lying in her crib. Kento usually handles the random 3 AM cries, but he has been so worn out recently because he has been training another student, as per Gojo’s request. As you get out of the warm embrace of your husband he grunts and moves to his stomach.

Just a few doors from your own is your daughter’s, who is in the cutest pink and green flower onesie. You pull her from her crib and get situated to feed her in the comfy chair in the corner of the obscenely pink room— Kento’s doing. The monotony of feeding pulls you into your own thoughts now that your bundle of sunshine has quieted down.

Having a kid with Kento has made you want more because of the attentive husband he was during your pregnancy and how amazing of a father he is. He never complains about getting up in the middle of the night or having to do his errands with her strapped to his chest (seeing him in the baby bjorn for the first time almost made you jump him in the middle of the kitchen). Kento is truly the ideal man to have your children with because of his evercalm disposition, which you saw crack when he held your daughter for the first time in the harsh lighting in the hospital room.

In the morning you feel light and airy, as if you are floating a few centimeters off the ground as you are making eggs and toast. Kento and your daughter having tummy time in the living room; her bright laugh and babbles are followed by Kento’s soft chuckles and coos encouraging her. Mornings like this are the ones you live for, even if you are exhausted and have bags the size of checked luggage under your eyes. The quiet mundane life is all you need to feel complete, to feel at peace with yourself and the world.

Kento’s voice breaks through your thoughts, “Love, I have to work tomorrow night.” He says strapping your daughter into her high chair. “I know you had some cute costumes and plans for Yukie’s first Halloween, but this is unavoidable.” Disappointment evident in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Is everything okay?...” You trail off wondering what is so important that they would call Kento in when he’s supposed to work less because of his daughter. “I mean, I know there are more curses active around holidays, but do you really have to go in?”

“Yaga said almost everyone active is needed, not much else though.” He says looking at you while Yukie plays with his fingers. You can’t help but feel anxiety creep up in the back of your mind.

Thoughts are coming in from all over the place, what’s going on that Kento needs to work? Of course Kento is one of the best sorcerers, but is this a mission he needs to be on? What is going on?

The following evening you make a quick dinner so Kento has something on his stomach for what will probably be a long night ahead of him. As the rice noodles are finishing Kento walks into the room with his suit and tie on. He looks as good as the day you met him all those years ago. Kento gets two plates down with utensils and glasses for himself and you, as well as mashed peas and carrots for Yukie.

This domestic bliss will return after this mission, at least until the next year, when Kento needs to go back full time. Yukie is giggling as Kento is tickling her on the floor before getting her into her chair for dinner. He is her favorite person in the entire world, she will always reach for him when he comes home, drop everything the second he comes into her line of sight.

As you set the plates down on the small dining room table Kento comes with Yukie’s bib and food in hand. The rest of dinner is filled with babbles from Yukie and light conversation as you and Kento dance around the elephant in the room. Kento brings up wanting to take the last two weeks in December off to finally travel to Malaysia; which you fully agree with because you could both use a change in scenery.

Kento starts to gather his equipment and leave after Yukie is put down for bed. The house is silent, and you are stuck in your head again. It is highly improbable that Kento will get seriously injured or killed, but that is always a fear you have given your shared line of work.

“I should be home by tomorrow morning, dear.” Kento says, bringing you back to Earth in his calming smooth voice. He pulls you into his chest as he holds you close for a little while, planting kisses to the top of your head occasionally.

“Just come home to me Nanami Kento.” you say looking up at him with a small smile playing on the corners of your mouth.

“I love you.” He says before letting you go.

You fill the rest of your night trying to not stress over the mission Kento is on, but most of your attempts of trying to relax are futile. The one thing you find does help is propping up with your laptop in Yukies room with a small lamp giving off a soft yellow light and looking up Malaysia hotels and tickets to surprise Kento with when he gets home.

As the hour shifts to around 3 in the morning you feed Yukie one more time before heading to bed. Knowing Kento he will be upset if you screwed up your sleep schedule just for him. You quickly shower and change into a silk pajama set before lying down and falling into a dreamless slumber quickly.

You wake up around 9 to the sound of your doorbell ringing. Kento is still not home, but maybe he is getting ahead on his paperwork so he can spend the rest of his time with you and Yukie today. The house is cold, as you slip a robe on to answer the door. When you get down the bell rings again as you open the door to Ijichi, who is already fully bowed down.

“I’m very sorry to inform you…”

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slippinninque · 2 months ago

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You admit your crush💕

Fontaine x blackfemreader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, flirting, getting real close, confessions of feelings, kissing, short fic

You were having too much fun. Way too much fun. It was a weekday and you had to be awake in the coming hours, but you didn't care.

The DJ was showing out and your friends were live. Running into your crush and his crew was the icing on the perfect cake that was your night so far.

Eventually, you found yourself nearly alone with Fontaine as you both leaned up against the way to avoid the surge of the dance crowd. Ever the gentleman, Fontaine let you take the corner as you finished the last sips of your final drink.

A drink that had you staring hard at Fontaine's face in the low lighting. Hard enough the man noticed and nudged you enough to break his unintentional spell.

"What's got you thinking so hard in this loud ass club?"

"Don' be mad at me, but you need some of this." You giggled, swaying a bit from the tequila you've been drinking as you stared at Fontaine's mouth.

"Lemme get some, then. "

You looked up at Fontaine in surprise, following his nod to the small tin of Carmex still in your hand.

He had one hand in his pocket, the other held a plastic red cup. He stepped closer, ducking his head down accommodate you.

Keeping your hand as steady as you could, you rubbed enough balm onto your middle finger before spreading it across Fontaine's bottom lip.

Warm and full, the feeling of it went straight through you. Distantly you remembered how wild this was to do in public, but then realized you didn't care 'bout all that.

It was just you and those beautiful lips. It would have been crime to let them go crusty...

You intended to keep your stare to your finger, but you couldn't resist glancing up.

Fontaine's eyes were dark his brows nearly pinched together as he watched you. You rubbed the remnants of lip-balm to his upper lip and when you went to move your hand away, his shot up to keep hold.

Fontaine rubbed his lips together, drawing your stare again. You felt like flying apart from your desire, you wanted to offer everything, you wanted him to understand.

'Calm down. Calmdowncalmdooown.'

He put his cup down and took yours as well as you stood pinned by his gaze. Then those wide, beautiful hands were cupping your face. The smell of warm cinnamon filled your senses, before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

A hum slipped from you and you shifted closer, one of his hands going to your waist.

More. More, more more...

"How much more?" He pulled back and asked, "Tell me what you want."

You blinked, too greedy to be embarrassed that you slipped up on your thoughts.

"I want everything. I want you to know I like you wanting me and I want you too," you couldn't stop talking, "I-I want you to know I like you. Do you know that I like you? I...should say that."

Fontaine crowded you up against the wall, grin going all promising and smoky.

"I like you too. Like-like you, even. I thought you knew that."

"I wasn't sure, I didn't want to assume..."

Fontaine cupped your face and pressed his smiling lips against yours, once and once more before speaking into your ear,

"You mind if I make it a bit more clear for you, baby?"

You grinned up at the ceiling and thanked whatever deities were looking out for you. Then, you wrapped an arm around Fontaine's neck as your free hand tugged him closer by his hoodie pocket.

"Y'know what, 'Taine? I don't mind one bit..."

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💕ending notes💕: another one that's been in my drafts for the longest! Short n sweet! 😌 I Iove writing little scenes about what Fontaine and his lady be getting up too, lol! Thank you for reading! Tell me what you think and don't be afraid to submit asks! I'm a bit slow but always appreciative, lol 🥰💞💕💜

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sapphiresandferrari · 4 months ago

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Heaven on dirt (2/?)

Summary: When lady y/n Lannister moves to King's landing to be Queen Haelena lady in waiting, she didn't think she could catch the attention of a certain one-eye prince

During her stay, the two of them grow more and more fond of each other, but what happen when they both get betrothed to other people?

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister reader

Warnings: fluff, smut in the next chapters, perv Tyland Lannister, Plotto Otto Hightower being the usual controlling freak, kind of slow burn

A/N: here we are with the second chapter of this fic, sorry I made you wait so long

English is NOT my first language, so apologies if there are any mistakes

Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, feel free to give me advices or suggestions, just remember to be polite

Hope you enjoy it 🫶🏻

“I found this one while I was walking in the garden six moons ago, he was all alone on a leaf, so I took him with me”

Queen Haelena was explaining to you everything about her insects, she was so enthusiast about them, that you didn’t have the courage to tell her that you were deeply repulsed by them, scared even, not wanting to have those things near you.

You knew what it felt like to not been understood for your interests, and the look on her face when she talked about them, made you heart clenched, she was such a pure soul, and you were happy to spend your days in her company.

You saw the queen taking a spider in her hands, explaining to you that it was extremely rare to find, thus why it was her favourite “my dear brother gave it to me for my name day, I don’t know how he managed to get it, considering that it can mostly be find in Essos, that’s why it’s so dear to me”

As she mentioned her brother, your mind immediately went to the dinner you had with her family when you arrived, when prince Aemond defended you from your uncle comment.

“Prince Aemond seems to be a proper gentleman, my queen, is no wonder that he gave you such a special gift, he seems to care for you very much”

Your cheeks flushed at the thought of the prince, although his appearance was peculiar, to say the least, you still found him handsome, with his mysterious aura and the eyepatch that made him look like a character from the novels you so adore.

Haelena didn’t miss to notice your reaction when she mentioned her brother, just like she didn’t miss how Aemond reacted whenever she was around or when he heard her name, but while it was easier to let her new friend admit that she fancied her brother, Aemond on the other hand was a much more complicated matter.

He was proud and with everything he went through his childhood and considering how almost every lady at court thought he was repulsive, it wouldn’t be easy to let him admit that he was developing some feelings for lady Y/N.

They could make a nice couple, the queen thought, they shared a lot of interests, and y/n calm nature seemed to be a good match with Aemond’s dark demeanour.

She would’ve speak with her brother that evening, try to learn more about his brother’s true thoughts about her new lady in waiting, surely not an easy task but she was tired to see his brother being this unhappy, she knew he was a man with so much love to give, yet it was hard for him to let go of the mask that he has been wearing for all these years, he was scared of being hurt again, understandably so.

“Did I tell you that my brother is very fond of history books? Maybe you should ask him to show you the library one day, I’m sure you’ll love it” lady y/n blushed, it seemed that the queen figured that she had an interest on her brother, wondering if it was this obvious to other people as well, most of all the prince.

She couldn’t stop thinking about him since that dinner, the way he defended her made her heart flutter.

y/n hoped the prince didn’t think of her to be a pathetic little girl, she genuinely wanted to know him better, he seemed interesting, compared to his brother, he was the perfect man, smart, educated, polite, she wouldn’t mind a husband like him.

“Is fine my queen, I’m sure the prince has too many things to do than show me the library, there’s no need for him to help me, he already did too much the other evening”

“My brother doesn’t like injustices, after what happened to him, he seems to be…captivated by you, my lady”

“What…what happened to him? Is it about how he lost his eye?” lady y/n tried to ignore what the queen said, about the prince being captivated by her, she had to force herself not to think about him in a romantic way, it would only cause her pain, she would never be able to marry him.

“He will tell you what happened when he feels like, my lady”

“of course, my queen, I shouldn’t have asked, my curiosity got the best of me”

“that’s understandable, but unfortunately is not up to me to tell you about his accident”

y/n lower her gaze on her embroidery loom, wondering what must’ve happened to him, asking herself if he will ever tell her about his accident.

After a bit, a servant entered the room, telling the queen that her mother was waiting for her in the gardens.

“Would you like to join us lady y/n?”

“Oh it is a kind offer my queen, but I think I will go to the library, I haven’t seen it yet and you made me curious after your comment earlier, I hope you don’t mind”

“Not at all, you may go, we will see each other tomorrow my lady”

And with a small courtesy, y/n headed to the library, hoping to spend the rest of her day reading in peace.

Aemond’s mind was elsewhere that morning, like all the other mornings since she came to the red keep.

She intoxicated his mind, she was all he could think off, when he wasn’t thinking about the war.

He realised how bad it was, when even Ser Criston scolded him during their sparring session

“you’ve lost focus my prince, you can’t risk it in battle” Cole paused a bit, looking at the prince with a sympathetic expression “if I may, my prince, maybe you should spend some time with the Lannister girl, she’s clearly clouding your mind, maybe if you” hearing those words Aemond interrupted the knight immediately “you went to far Ser Criston, do not forget your position”.

The prince was angry, he hated how obvious it was to everyone that lady y/n is now living rent free in his mind.

It never happened to him before, usually ladies at court are so dull and empty, not a single thought in their heads.

But lady Lannister was different: he saw her interacting with his sister sometimes, feeling embarrassed at the memory of him sneaking in his sister room to check on her.

He wanted to be sure they would get along, and he was stunned by how she was treating his siter.

Lady y/n was clearly displeased by her sister’s bugs, yet she tried to not show it on her face, not wanting to make her sister bad for her odd interest.

“Today’s sparring session is over Sir Criston, I wish to go to the library” Aemond said, the knight’s comment still echoing in his mind “as you wish my prince, apologies for my comment, it was improper of me”

With a grunt, the prince headed to the library, wanting to relax in front of the fireplace.

Reading is probably one of the few things that make Aemond feel at peace, besides when he flies on his dragon.

He thought about maybe try and inviting Lady Lannister to the library one day, he didn’t recall if she already went there, but knowing the interest in books they both share, this could be the perfect occasion for start becoming familiar with her.

But as he reached the handle to open the door of the library, he stops in his track, immediately recognising her sweet voice, reading out loud.

“King Aegon entered the throne room, finding queen Visenya beside the iron chair “a..abr…abra” is that…high valyrian?” the prince smiled, it was quite funny to see her struggling with the language of his ancestors.

“It is, my lady, the word you’re trying to read is pronounced ābrazȳrys, it means wife” lady y/n jumped when she heard his voice, she was not expecting to see the prince, and now she felt embarrassed that he saw her struggling like that.

“Thank you, my prince, I started reading this history book about Aegon the conqueror and I seem to struggle with some words”

Aemond was amused to see that she showed interested in the deeds of his ancestors, he knows those books by heart, so he thought he could use it to his advantage to know her better.

“I apologize if I scared you, it was not my intention”

“Is not trouble, my prince, I appreciate your help…I was wondering, would you help me with another words? I stumbled over it earlier and I’m not quite sure about its meaning”

The prince moved towards her, eager to help her.

“Sure, my lady, I’m happy to help” he sits beside her, his eye scanning her gentle features while she was searching for whatever words she didn’t understand.

“Is this one, my prince, I imagine it might mean fire, or something similar, since the king is talking to his dragon, but I’m not sure”

“May I, my Lady?” y/n nodded, giving the prince the book to read the word she couldn’t understand.

“you’re correct, Lady y/n, it means, indeed, fire, is a command we use on our dragons when we want for them to burn something, you did well”

y/n was happy to see that she wasn’t wrong with her assumption and was eager to know more about this fascinating language.

“And how do you pronounce it, if I can ask?” clearly curious to learn, she made the one eye prince smile.

“drakarys” y/n got distracted by how his tempting lips were pronouncing that word, blushing at the thought of how they must feel on hers

“dra-ka-rys” she repeated slowly, Aemond feeling proud of how quickly she learnt and actually smart she was.

“Precisely, my lady, you did well”

Hearing those words, lady y/n felt an odd feeling inside of her, wanting to hear more praises coming out from his lips, so she surprised herself and asked “can you teach me, my prince? I want to learn high valyrian, it’s such an interesting language, I want to know more”.

Her enthusiastic tone shocked him, but it was in that moment that he realised that he couldn’t let her slip away.

In his mind it was clear, lady y/n would’ve been his wife, at this point, it was stupid of him to deny his growing feelings for the Lannister girl.

And when he saw the spark in her eyes when he agreed to teach her, he realised he was doomed.

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erikftglitter · 16 days ago

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Ch 2 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens’ New Wife

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

Kari thought that she had a lucrative imagination. There was no way those words just left Dr. Stevens mouth. The appellation confused Kari but it still seemed to affect her. She kind of liked the way that it rolled off of his tongue.

The thought of Dr. Stevens’ tongue was enough to neutralize Kari’s body. What was she doing? She felt crazy for being entranced by a man that she hardly even knew. However, Erik didn’t stop tracing the patterns on her. Kari remained inside of his arms for a few moments. The only other people that she got to hug were her middle schoolers. Who knows when she’d have the chance to be in Erik’s arms again?

In contrast, Erik wasn’t thinking about the same thing as Kari. He was curious about her reaction to his endearing pet name. He wanted to be certain that she definitely just purred at his words.

If the universe was trying to make a point then he’d be the one to test it out. Kari Evans has no clue just the things that Erik Stevens is capable of.

“Can you tell me what’s going on now?” Erik asked when he felt Kari pull away. It was the middle of a weekday and surely Kari belonged at Caber City Middle School.

“One of my students fell from a tree. She needs stitches. I’m sure she at least sprained her ankle as well.” Kari sighed as she thought about Nina. She still doesn’t know what enticed the girl to do such a foolish thing. Erik took note of how Kari looked everywhere but to his face when she spoke. He liked the silent confirmation that he was correct about her not being able to maintain eye contact.

“Is that what made you cry?” He just wanted to know why the beautiful woman was sobbing just a few moments ago.

“Y-yeah. I guess so.” Kari stammered. She wasn’t ready to discuss the matter with the fine gentleman yet. She was finally beginning to regulate and didn’t like the idea of crying again.

“Let me take you home.” Erik offered. His legs got cramped from sitting at his desk for most of the day. He was only outside to breathe in between completing paperwork. His schedule was clear for the day. He didn’t mind concluding his work to help the troubled educator.

It was evident that Kari had a panic attack. Her clothes were bloody and she looked like she could use a friend. If he was going to choose Kari to be the one then it would make sense to be kind to the girl. At least initially.

Kari didn’t say much on the way to her house. She actually hadn’t shifted since she assumed her position in the passenger seat. There seemed to be a lot on her mind so Erik granted her the silence. He was fine with that.

“You can pull in here.” She pointed to a warm brick exterior. If this was Kari’s home then she knew how to maintain its appearance. The home was lovely.

Erik was impressed as he walked up to Kari’s home. Kari was also a gardener. A woman who had domestic hobbies naturally attracted the doctor. He desired the ability to come home one day and acknowledge something that his wife had been working on while he was away.

Before he abandoned the thought of love, he always fancied the idea of domesticating his wife, and funding her lifestyle. He would make sure that she didn’t have to worry about anything. Kari was the closest thing that he would get to this dream. He’d be splurging soon. It was just his nature. He liked control.

He did note that Kari’s home was quite large for just one person. How didn’t she get lonely in such a house? Entering the home made Erik’s throat piquant. He had to muffle the growl that was forcibly released from his mouth. Kari’s compelling scent radiated throughout the home. Faint streams of warm vanilla assaulted his senses. No wonder why Kari smelled so great. He was almost afraid to be alone with the girl.

“I’m going to get out of these clothes.” Kari says after locking the front door behind Erik.

“Please feel free to help yourself to the baked goods on the kitchen table. They’re fresh.” She motioned to the kitchen before she disappeared up the stairs. Her footsteps hardly presented much noise to the floor.

Erik wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. He couldn’t keep being around her unexpectedly like this. He needed to get out of her house and put reasonable space in between them. But he did like opportunity to explore some areas of interest of the girl. If he was going to go for Kari then it would help to know everything about her. He studied the family portraits of Kari and what he assumes to her grandparents. He made note of the types of artists that she had vinyls of and what type of books decorated her bookshelf. Kari was quite interesting.

The distant sound of the shower turning on enticed Erik. What game was she playing? The thought of her rounded breasts and shapely ass being this accessible to him allured him. He could just chuck her across his lap for teasing him this way. He imagined how much he would love to bruise the woman’s ass and watch her body thrash. He would hate to make her cry

so soon.

Kari’s shower came to an end. She just needed to scrub her entire body. Some of Nina’s blood soaked through Kari’s clothes and she just felt unclean. She also didn’t want her face to be full of dried tears in front of the doctor. It was by pure fate that she managed to run into him again. Kari only had one chance to make herself memorable.

Erik followed the footsteps of Kari with curiosity from his place downstairs. He was directly beneath her bedroom. He wondered what she looked like right now. How the beads of water rushed down her legs and how relieved she looked now. The woman had no idea who she invited into her home.

The faint sound of glass breaking ceased Erik’s thoughts. His survival instincts quickly surveyed his surroundings. He moved to the source of the sound swiftly. Was Kari okay?

“Erik!” Kari was shocked to see the man on her staircase. She had been trying to change the flickering lightbulb that rested between her bedroom and hallway but was ultimately unsuccessful.

The look on his face was obscure. He moved past her began to clean up the assorted bits of glass.

Kari almost wished that he at least admired her frame for a little longer. However she was still grateful that he respected her enough to turn away.

The amount of self control was killing the doctor deep down inside. He had to ward off his own fantasies.

“I promise that I’m usually not a klutz. I’m just having an off day.” She was kind of grateful that Erik was here to change the lightbulb.

Erik chuckled before he walked into the bathroom to disregard the broken glass. The sight of Kari was enough to lure out the mischievous identity that impatiently waited for a chance to be free.

“How’s the contusion coming along?” He didn’t expect Kari to open her robe to show him the discolored bruise. The yellow push-up bra was enough to lure Erik to step closer.

His fingertips softly grazed Kari’s delicate skin. It was apparent that she bruised quite easily and he couldn’t deny the fact that he was attracted to that.

Kari fought the need to moan in front of Erik. His light touches were enough to intoxicate her. She couldn’t resist the urge to lean into his presence.

Erik was satisfied with the embrace. She was just as needy as he expected her to be. Between Kari’s bottom lip being sucked by her teeth and her breathing, she was definitely the type of submissive woman that Erik was waiting for.

That they were waiting for.

// @theesmartblonde @harleycativy @ziayamikaelson @ladymac82

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cluelessandsenseless · 2 months ago

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Ex!Rafe Cameron x Kook princess!Reader

Rafe is the Kook king and like any good king he needs a queen, who better than Y/N?

Too bad she ended things with him.

Y/N is little miss perfect, everyone knows her and everyone loves her.

Rafe knows Y/N is the only girl who is in his league.

In Rafe’s eyes no one but him is good enough for Y/N.

Rafe expects everyone to fall at his feet but Y/N doesn’t.

Her family is equally wealthy and respected as the Cameron’s, she was well educated and she’s was gorgeous.

Rafe is his usual douchey overly confident self when he’s with Y/N.

Y/N gave Rafe one chance because she she thought he was charming at first.

Y/N thought there was something more behind his ass hole he persona she learnt the hard way she was wrong.

They fought all the time and Y/N had to deal with all of Rafe’s crazy mood swings until it became too much.

Y/N knew how to stand her ground against Rafe.

Rafe fucked up his one chance but that doesn’t mean he’d give up.

Rafe is always showing off how much money he has, even to Y/N thinking she’ll realise he’s as good as it gets.

She couldn’t care less obviously, Rafe had nothing to offer to her that she didn’t have already.

“Rafe, no. I’ve told you 100 times, go away I’m hear with my friends.”

“Let me buy you a drink, I’ll get your table whatever they want.”

“Wow. How sweet Rafe, no thank you though.”

“Woah, I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”

“We both know you are far from a gentleman, Rafe. Goodbye.”

Y/N upholds everything her parents believe in.

Y/N respected herself, her parents and the people around her.

Rafe didn’t respect anyone, not even his own body.

Rafe believes in money and power he doesn’t have to prove himself to anyone.

Rafe thinks Y/N just doesn’t realise how perfect they could be together she just has to give him another chance.

Rafe doesn’t see the problem with going to every party, doing drugs and getting in fights.

Rafe sees Y/N at parties dressed up in skin tight dresses, perfectly manicured nails and fresh long braided hair and it pisses him off because what did he even do wrong? She should be his girl.

Sure Rafe did drugs 24/7 and they argued a lot but if she really cared about him she would have stayed with him and worked it out.

Rafe talks to his friends about Y/N like they’re still dating.

“My girl is so perfect.”

“Your girl?”

“Y/N.”

“HA!! Y/N Y/L/N?! She wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, dude she’s done with you.”

“She’ll get over it. I just gotta reel her back in.”

“You’re dumb as fuck, man.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Y/N was the girl every guy wanted. Rafe but Rafe would never let anyone else on the island touch what’s his.

No guy on the island is dumb enough to try anything with Y/N, everyone knows she is Rafe’s girl even if she ended things with him.

Y/N is the sweetest girl in town.

Y/N is so polite when she rejects Rafe time after time.

“Hey angel, you wanna go outside and smoke?”

“No.., not with you.”

“Aw..come on babe, I just wanna talk.”

“Rafe no. I’m done trying to work things out.”

“What I’m not worth your time? I thought we had something?”

“Yes we did. That was a misjudgment on my part though Rafe.”

“So what..?”

“You fight, do drugs and you’re so immature, what would my parents think? Maybe you don’t care what people think about you but I do.”

“So you think you’re better than me?”

“I know I am, Rafe. And I’m sure there are many people on this island who are dumb enough to give you what you want but not me, not again.”

Rafe literally wants to shake some sense into Y/N.

How could anyone think they’re better than Rafe Cameron?

Why does Y/N want someone else when Rafe has everything that matters?

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe x black reader #rafe x y/n #rafe fanfiction

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reallifetangent · 7 months ago

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Realization 1.0 (Cat King x Edwin)

I really tried writing something, this is one of the two attempts. English is not my main language, and I also have to translate Ir(me) → Spanish → English → Making Sense in English. I didn't actually finish this one, so, have this draft. Sorry if it disappoints.

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Based on the idea of How did Cat King react when he got back the bracelet. Technically is a One Sided Catwin, happens in the events of the series.

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"Hm?" A surprise sound between a purr and a question got stuck in his lips, seeing how in his characteristical flames, a cat shaped bracelet appeared in front of his bed. Just waking from the heartbreak of the last night, tired after scan the forest and each tree, Cat King (or Thomas for friends or Fandom) looked at the metallic enchanted piece. Didn't have to get closer, but yet he did. He could recognized that ghostly faded smell, and he was shocked and out of his mind when finally picked it up. Tried to think it was just an illusion, a bad taste joke about it.

"How did he do that?" He was both amazed and hurt. How come a ghost, a simple yet fascinating ghost boy hexed his handcuff, his attachment to this town, to his kingdom. Maybe he counted all the cats. "No. The spell only works if I undo it. That's the charm of this charm." Edwin was resourceful, but he couldn't find anything at Tragic Mick's. His cats around town and his own knowledge knew that no trinket from that haunted store could help them. Otherwise, Edwin, his aggressive pal and that psychic girl would've left the country as soon as they got out of his Majesty's Deck.

His small game of cat and mouse was gone, and he didn't even say goodbye. That was hurting. A well mannered gentleman like Edwin could never leave without a word, even if they didn't like it, his manners and old fashioned ways were stronger than his pride sometimes. That was attractive. He liked that correct and straight up part of him (not the straight part. Edwin has none.) The way Edwin fancily rejected and asked to take it off the first time, the panics and educated rejects at his touch. Maybe last night he was a bit rough telling him that they were only there because of that bracelet, nothing else. But Gods from heaven and hell, that was so ho-

"Heaven and hell." His sliced eyes opened wider, seeing every little part of the handcuff, the hits and tries of forcing the lock. The faded particles of a burnt wall. Thomas knew he was powerful, but not above any of the Primordial Gods, The Endless, Lilith. Even with his 9 lives, he wasn't above Death. And thought that those Dead Boy Detectives couldn't get struggling with her. Sneaky, one step ahead, 30 years running from her. Thomas liked that. Defying. But back to his thoughts, he finally felt that sting.

Edwin Payne had been claimed back to hell. Some cats told there was a creepy woman looking for them, about to "Get them back where they belong". Edwin's cleverness wasn't enough to escape her? Well, now was late to help him.

"Sir, we are... Troubled to inform you-" a grey old cat approached their king.

"I know, I know. That little dead boy has been departed to another jurisdiction. I... Got the message." He sighed, spinning in his fingers the metal piece.

"Worse, my Lord. The crazy nurse woman was there, yes. But something worse." Even the cat got goosebumps, their back hairs bristly. "She wasn't even aware. A demonic... thing... took him and dragged him to hell."

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parvulous-writings · 1 year ago

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AHHH YOU WRITE FOR BILL AND TED !! there's so little of them on here or anywhere else it's so sad.

If it's not too much trouble, could you write some Bill fluff hcs, or like a mini fic about gn or fem reader tutoring them both and Bill has a crush on them/her?

If not, no worries just ignore. And if you do, thank you for your service 🫡

OKAY OKAY - I'm going to combine these a little bit- so, you tutor both Bill and Ted, and Bill has a bit of a crush on you- as headcanons!

Apologies the sides of tutor/relationship are a tad uneven, I wrote most of this in the early hours of the morning, and muse was... all over the place XD

Not my gif

Bill had always just scraped by when it came to his grades. He was just about average for the majority of his education - but his teachers had always had an inkling that he could push himself more, the same with Ted as well. Neither of them particularly minded being average grade, though - they weren't failing, so why try change anything?

It's only when they start getting further into their High-School education that they have this... Nagging feeling, that something needs to be done- but, no matter how hard the pair of them try, nothing seems to change. Nothing... Grabs them, or holds their attention for very long. They try again and again - drilling each other, testing one another on the right answers to all the questions they've made based on the subjects. It never works, nothing sticks.

Starting to get desperate, Bill starts to turn to you - not explicitly, initially, though. He sits next to you in a couple of classes, so he starts looking over your shoulder every so often, scribbling down as many notes as he can without being suspicious. He manages it - but nothing makes sense to him OR Ted when they look back on the notes.

Unsure of what else to do, they keep up this little scheme. They've no better ideas, and though they have absolutely NO clue what half of it means, they cannot see any other option for them.

Unfortunately, Bill was not as sneaky as he thought that he was. Nowhere even close. You'd noticed a couple weeks ago- and you'd just let him continue, assuming that he would be able to go up at least a grade with the notes you'd essentially given him. But as you watched, his grades never changed. So, you decided to take a more active hand in it.

You approached him and his friend Ted one day, whilst they sat in the corner of the courtyard together, surrounded by books and notes they had made. "Bill, my most excellent friend," The darker haired one began, looking up from his work. "I can't understand a single thing any of these books say..." Bill looks up at this, looking equally as disappointed. "Neither can I, Ted... Neither can I..." He sighs, before returning to his little endeavour.

You clear your throat, startling both of them. They both turn to look up at you. "Uh... Hello?" Ted breaks the silence, "Can we help you?" He doesn't mean to sound rude at all, and if anything, he just sounds like he's attempting to sound like he's a gentleman of a bygone era. "Well, I was actually wondering if I could help you..." You chuckle back at them. Their eyes light up simultaneously.

And that's how it begins - your tutoring lessons. Twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Any subject, and all of them - you leave it to Bill and Ted to decide what you cover, and you spend however long they need on it. You actually begin to notice some remarkable improvement with this method- they finally start to understand and build on the knowledge you help them to gain. They start to improve in class, and you couldn't be prouder of them.

Ted thanked you to know end - and often showed his appreciation with a non-stop flow of all the musical facts stored in his head. Bill, on the other hand, was a little bit quieter. He often just... Gazed at you. He often stayed longer than he needed as well, thanking you for your time and making sure his notes were correct.

It was roughly two months of this before Bill actually decided to make his move on you. "So... Are you doing anything this evening?" "I don't think so... Why d'you ask, Bill?"

He tries to overlook the way his heart flutters - as it has started to more and more in the past few weeks - when you say his name. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to catch a movie with me, there's this drive in theatre not too far away, and.."

You barely have to hear the rest of the sentence before you say yes - and you don't regret it. It was a sweet little evening - Bill even got you popcorn. He drove you home after that - and over the next few weeks, it became your thing. Go out to the movies, have some popcorn. Ted even comes along with you a few times!

You always looked forward to your movie night with Bill - whether it was at the theatre, the drive in, or even at home. Neither of you minded where it was; it was more of the fact that the pair of you were spending time with one another, outside of the tutoring. Even though it sometimes bled over into your study sessions- with Bill often going, "Hey, isn't that like when we saw..." when it's relevant (and even sometimes when it's not) - it's a nice getaway for the pair of you, and it's a little weekly tradition you have to yourselves for a very long time.

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somer-writes · 1 year ago

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Ayo random question cuz I’m so interested: what exactly do you head-cannon is Warrior’s past? (If you don’t then just ignore me :D)

so full warning here i have never played the hyrule warriors games bc they're not my thing (i have played fe warriors bc robin my beloved <3). i dont know any of the canon so this is pure headcanon fuckery:

-> warriors is highly based on midshipmen who were young officers in training aboard navel vessels usually from upper class families. except he's army so i call him a middleman instead bc i dont have a better alternative XD

-> he (like all/most of the links) is orphaned. he was old enough that he vaguely remembers his parents but young enough that he couldnt tell you anything about them.

-> from the orphanage, he was adopted by a noble family (which i havent come up with a name for yet). he has four adopted siblings who are all the biological children of this lord and lady

-> despite being adopted young it was always made clear that he was specifically adopted out of charity to make the family look good. warriors spent most of his childhood being paraded around as the poor orphan commoner who is learning how to be a proper gentleman and never as an actual son/brother

-> he is not close to any of his family and in fact resents his adopted father. his adopted mother never really had much to do with him and neither did his siblings so he just has a vague distaste for them. he does not speak to them of his own accord but the child in him still wants to please his adopted father so he is still involved with them

-> he grew up receiving an education and was held to much stricter standards than his siblings. he received very little praise for his efforts and was spared very little affection so he always worked himself to the bone for any scrap of it he could get. as a result hes extremely well read and quite good at math

-> at 14 he was sent into the army as a middleman. his father claimed it was because he was the only one of the children who would do well there. he excelled there if only bc he was finally somewhere he could receive the recognition he so desperately wanted/needed.

-> he did not have an easy time making friends bc he was a bit of a kiss ass and did not/does not know how to form and maintain valuable close relationships

-> warriors doesn't really know the difference between genuine affection and being praised for his usefulness. it's not difficult to take advantage of him by inflating his ego

-> he sets impossible standards for himself (some of which were forced upon him) and practices a lot of self-loathing when he feels as though he's failed

-> he refers to his adopted father as his "benefactor" but will call him father in passing

-> he doesn't write home

-> warriors saw his first battle at 16. he killed his first enemy at 17. he still has nightmares about both

-> we're getting a little fucky with ranks here but he *is* an officer. specifically a captain which is company grade. he likely commands small units on the battlefield but mostly up until the war of ages worked as a liaison. i think during the war he was given much more responsibility but his rank stayed the same bc chaos. he regrets every person who ever died under his command :(

(continued in part 2!)

#lu warriors #lu fanfiction #headcanon

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yvisoul · 6 days ago

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Hamilton & His daughters

1. Hamilton's letter to Angelica “I was very glad to learn, my dear daughter, that you were going to begin the study of the French language. We hope you will in every respect behave in such a manner as will secure to you the good-will and regard of all those with whom you are. If you happen to displease any of them, be always ready to make a frank apology. But the best way is to act with so much politeness, good manners, and circumspection, as never to have occasion to make any apology. Your mother joins in best love to you. Adieu, my very dear daughter.” — Nov 1793

2. Hamilton worrying about little Betsey's health “I was quite disappointed and pained, My Dear Eliza, when I found, that the Post of Saturday had brought me no letter from you; especially as I was very anxious to hear of the health of my little Betsey.” — 27 Jan 1800

3. He's happy that she recovered “You will easily imagine, My Dear Eliza, how much I have been relieved by the Post of today. My darling infant is then recovered. Happy news and very contrary to my apprehensions! Let us unite in thanks to that kind being who has thus far protected our little family and ourselves and let us endeavour as far as in us lies to merit a continuance of his favour.” — 30 Jan 1800

4. Then he send her kisses. “Give Ten Kisses to my sweet little Eliza for me.” — 10 Feb 1800

5. When Hamilton forgot to take Angelica's pie with him lol “Give my love to Angelica & assure [her] that I did not leave her pye out of resentment for her having changed its original destination; but because it was impossible to take it with us without abandonning a basket of Crabs which was sent to my care for Mrs. Rensselaer. It has always been my creed that a lady’s pleasure is of more importance than a Gentleman’s, so the pye gave way to the Crabs. It was a nice question, but after mature reflection I decided in favour of the latter. Perhaps as a Creole I had some sympathy with them.” — 1801

6. Hamilton asking Pinckney to send birds to her daughter (most likely Angelica) “My daughter adds another request, which is for three or four of your peroquets. She is very fond of birds.” — 20 Dec 1802

7. Him playing with little Betsey “The remainder of the Children were well yesterday. Eliza pouts and plays, and displays more and more her ample stock of Caprice.” — 20 Mar 1803

8. During August 1794, with Eliza and her two youngest sons in Albany and Philip and Alexander in Trenton, Angelica was the only one staying with her father so they must have spent a lot of time together! “Philip & Alexander are gone to Trenton. Angelica is in good health.” — 21 Aug 1794

9. Hamilton used to sing and play the piano with Angelica “Hamilton's gentle nature rendered his house a joyous one to his children and friends. He accompanied His daughter Angelica when she played and sang the piano. His intercourse with his children was always affectionate and confiding, which excited in them a corresponding confidence and devotion.” — Reminiscences of James A. Hamilton

10. Allan MacLane Hamilton also stated this “Angelica often accompanied him upon the piano or harp, and appears to have been given all the advantages of a musical education” — The Intimate Life

11. Angelica played these songs till the end “Her music, that her father used to oversee and encourage, stayed by her all these years. To the end she played the same old-fashioned songs and minuets upon the venerable piano that had been bought for her, many years before.” — The Intimate Life

maybe there's more but this is all i could think of right now!

#had to do this because i saw some people were taking hamilton's letter where he jokes about not wanting a daughter way too seriously #and of course i have to defend them lol #if you didnt read it in that letter he says he doesn't want a daughter for fear that she will inherit her mother's beauty with #her father's personality because then she would drive men crazy with her charm #and some people thought he really didnt want a daughter :(#hamilton #amrev #alexander hamilton #angelica hamilton #eliza hamilton holly #historical hamilton #eliza jr hamilton #elizabeth hamilton jr

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danganronpafan777 · 10 months ago

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Dra Girls dating a S/O who just like Gonta including his big appearance and goal of becoming a gentleman

Sure!

Kanata Inori:

She thought you were adorable!!

Kanata didn't mind if you spoke a bit strange, since she's been told that she talks a bit too formally herself

You admire her wish to help people as much as she admires your wish to be a gentleman

You start to pick up her habit of speaking formally, making her blush a bit, and even think of you during work

It didn't annoy her if your intelligence was a bit below average, and she was more than happy to explain things to you

The height difference between the two of you is HUGE, and you sometimes get weird looks during dates, but neither of you really mind

There's nothing that makes her happier than coming home from a long shift to find you setting up a candlelit dinner just for her

Kizuna Tomori:

Wow... you were just so easy to manipulate

And to top it all off, your family was wealthy! She saw you as an absolute goldmine, and thought your goal of being a gentleman was just so naive

Your kindhearted personality made you one of her favorite boyfriends, but... you never showed interest in her body or her friends

Your loyalty was commendable... enough to make her feel a bit bad that she wasn't reciprocating

Kizuna saw men as her servants, and you played the part better than most

You were basically her bodyguard, and you unknowingly scared away many who hated her ways, as well as some of her other servants

Compared to you, everyone treated her as some kind of prize, but you prized her as a person. It was a feeling she never knew she was missing.

And Kizuna began to crave it.

It was a slow transition, but with help from you and her classmates, Kizuna Tomori began to change her ways.

It started as less men being around her and her asking you about your day. She felt hesitant at first, but your sweet smile as you told her how much you appreciated her made it all worth it

Rei Mekaru:

She could figure out everything about you from one look, and came up with one word to describe you: Incompetent

You were one of the biggest imbeciles she's ever met, lacking basic understanding in the easiest of subjects

Rei also was disgusted by bugs, straining your relationship with her

As she connects with her class, she comes to learn more about you, and how, in a way, you were abandoned by your parents too

The only difference was that you were taken in, and even if it was a pack of wolves who adopted you, you never had to pick yourself off the streets

Where Rei studied to exhaustion to escape, you simply adapted and made friends

She didn't understand your logic behind being a gentleman, but over time she tries to

It's just difficult for her to ignore logic and reason in favor of childish hopes, but you understand

The two of you are the definition of "opposites attract" with you trying to apologize every time she insults someone

She reads up on insects to make you happy, and tries to teach you school subjects, which never works, but she refuses to fail as an educator

You and Rei become the royalty of every school dance

Mikako Kurokawa:

As classmates, Mikako got along with you well!

She didn't mind explaining things to you, and if you still didn't get it, she'd just go with whatever assumptions you had about the subject

She assures you that you're not scary looking, and will hold your hand as much as she can

Yamato tries to pull a "Break my sister's heart and I'll break you"

...Only for you to sweetly smile and say you'll never hurt her, and he's in tears by the time you're done explaining how much she means to you

(If this was before the class got to know you, Kanata, Kakeru, and Tsurugi would've been on standby, thinking Yamato was about to get his ass whooped)

She's definitely scared of bugs, but Mikako will gladly listen to you ramble about them

In the killing game, you never hesitate to pick her up or get her an icepack for her headaches. She appreciates it, but it makes her miss your relationship even more

Kiyoka Maki:

She was a bit worried when she saw your large appearance, but immediately relaxed when you happily greeted her

"Hello! Huh, you're really nice! Guess I was worried about nothing!"

Yeah, she sometimes speaks without thinking, leading her to accidentally admit you're scary looking, but she rushes to comfort you. She'll never call you stupid, but might assume that you don't know things.

She's terrified of spiders, but thinks other insects are cool, especially moths and butterflies

Her and her brother used to capture fireflies as kids, so holding and looking at them with you always brings her a sense of nostalgia

She always appreciates a gentleman, and tries to reciprocate some of the gestures, like holding the door for you when entering class

Kiyoka definitely ends up making it a competition between the two of you, and tries her best to assure you that it's all in good fun (But will let you be the bigger gentleman to make you feel better)

Akane Taira:

She thought you were absolutely adorable, not to mention a huge sweetheart

The two of you grew close as you always helped her clean, offering to do her chores for her. You didn't always do it right, but your innocence and declaration of being a gentleman had her crushing after a few weeks

She drops a few subtle hints, but you are completely oblivious, which Akane finds even more cute

She felt safe with you. She just wanted to hold you and never let go!

Even if you weren't the brightest, she'll take your hand and break down whatever you're confused about

Akane knows you'll never leave her, and when the two of you finally get together, you're inseparable

Ayame Hatano:

She wasn't really intimidated by your appearance, and was actually really impressed! She asked you what kind of workouts you did, only to be confused when you had no idea what she was talking about

Ayame knew that she talked and rambled a lot, but you always listened to her, and never hesitated to assure her that you liked hearing her talk

The two of you work out together, and she's flattered when you bring her some water, and regularly ask if she's doing alright

It didn't take too long for her to develop feelings, and even though you talked strange, she could usually make out what you were trying to say.

She'll try to explain things to you, but might stammer and mess up, awkwardly trying to correct herself, just to mess up again. Ayame rambled enough as is, but could barely think straight when with you!

That's why she really treasures the time the two of you just train, or go on runs. Sneaking glances at you as you both take a lap around the school, you being one of the only people to keep up with her, and stopping each time you want to point out a bug to her

Bugs don't bother her, and she's happy to listen to you ramble about them, just as much as you love to listen to her

Satsuki Iranami:

She definitely thought you were big and scary at first, but still decided to talk to you anyway.

"Kyahaha! Y/n is just a big softie!"

"Y/n gentleman, actually."

She makes fun of your stupidity sometimes, despite not being very bright herself, and you usually are none the wiser

She's definitely tried to climb onto your shoulders by herself, refusing when you offer to just pick her up

Satsuki doesn't usually understand whatever you don't understand, but on the few times she can explain it to you, she sometimes just comes up with the most bizarre explanations she can think of, giggling to herself the rest of the day.

It's a flip of the coin whether Satsuki is nonchalant or completely terrified around bugs. There's been times where she's picked up a spider in the classroom to scare Haru, but in your lab, she will scream and yell about "bugnados"

Keisuke was extremely wary of you at first, but warmed up quickly

Whenever both of you have nothing to do over the weekend, you and Satsuki watch Insect Rangers for hours

#dra #danganronpa another #dra x reader #danganronpa x reader #satsuki iranami #mikako kurokawa #rei mekaru #kizuna tomori #kiyoka maki #ayame hatano #akane taira #kanata inori

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mayhemchicken-varneyposting · 2 months ago

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Varney the Vampire, Chapter 23: That Satisfaction Due From One Gentleman To Another

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Charles sits his uncle down and tells him his secret plan: he intends to duel Varney. The admiral thinks this is a fantastic plan, to the point of wanting to also duel Varney, but Charles asks him not to, and to instead look after Flora financially if anything should happen to him. The admiral agrees; he also agrees to be Charles' second in the duel, and Charles writes out a formal challenge for him to deliver to Varney. The admiral leaves, along with Jack Pringle, on his errand.

While he is gone, Charles works himself up thinking about dueling Varney, including making plans for how to keep him from coming back in case he really is a vampire. He reflects that, based on the appearance of the portrait, Varney must be around 150 years old, and marvels at the thought of what he must have witnessed in that time. Finally, he resolves that his duel with Varney must surely be life or death - either Varney dies, or he does.

Admiral Bell meets with Varney and delivers the challenge. Varney casually insinuates that he will kill Charles if they duel. The Admiral now reveals his own secret plan, which is to offer to duel Varney in his nephew's stead. Varney points out that this is highly unusual, but agrees. He continues to talk as though the death of his opponent is a foregone conclusion, and insists on using swords, which the admiral is peeved by. Varney winds the admiral up a bunch with his usual brand of mannerly insults before sending him on his way.

Oh baby, the DUELS are here. Let's fucking go.

Charles' written challenge to Varney is the most hilariously roundabout way of saying "I want to fight you" I think I've ever read.

"To SIR FRANCIS VARNEY. "Sir,—The expressions made use of towards me by you, as well as general circumstances, which I need not further allude to here, induce me to demand of you that satisfaction due from one gentleman to another. My uncle, Admiral Bell, is the bearer of this note, and will arrange preliminaries with any friend you may choose to appoint to act in your behalf. I am, sir, yours, &c. "CHARLES HOLLAND."

This is so vague. The first sentence of this could just as easily be asking Varney out. (Imagine.)

The admiral is acting slightly suspicious as he accepts the letter; secretly, he's plotting to challenge Varney in Charles' stead. Once he's gone, Charles is left to stew in the pre-duel anticipation, which I imagine is about the same feeling I get when I have to make a phone call.

Rymer seems, at times, almost resentful of the fact that there's a vampire in his vampire story about vampires. It's the way he talks about the characters like they're being silly for believing in vampires, in his story he's written about a world which contains real vampires.

It was strange to imagine that such was the force of many concurrent circumstances, that a young man like Charles Holland, of first-rate abilities and education, should find it necessary to give in so far to a belief which was repugnant to all his best feelings and habits of thought, as to be reasoning with himself upon the best means of preventing the resuscitation of the corpse of a vampyre.

Yeah of course he should find it necessary to believe in vampires in your fucking vampire novel, Rymer, what do you WANT from him.

I'm convinced, by now, that the author has no conception of how long a hundred years is. First there was all that business about rates of decay, in which he was convinced that a coffin sealed in a stone vault for a hundred years would decay away to nothing, and now, well...

"That portrait," he thought, "on the panel, is the portrait of a man in the prime of life. If it be the portrait of Sir Francis Varney, by the date which the family ascribe to it he must be nearly one hundred and fifty years of age now." This was a supposition which carried the imagination to a vast amount of strange conjectures. "What changes he must have witnessed about him in that time," thought Charles. "How he must have seen kingdoms totter and fall, and how many changes of habits, of manners, and of customs must he have become a spectator of."

150 years is only about two lifetimes, it's not like he witnessed the collapse of the Roman Empire. What kingdoms are you talking about? (This gets even sillier if we assume the story is set in the late 18th/early 19th century, as is insinuated at one point, because in that case Charles himself would have been alive for multiple revolutions.)

It would be aside from the object of these pages, which is to record facts as they occurred,

Oh, is it now, Rymer? Is it really? What important facts were being recorded when you went on a tangent about construction projects in Kent? Or when you paused the narrative to soapbox about religion for multiple paragraphs? Or the entirety of chapter 19?

The admiral knew well he could trust Jack with any secret, for long habits of discipline and deference to the orders of superiors takes off the propensity to blabbing which, among civilians who are not accustomed to discipline, is so very prevalent.

This is just...patently not true about Jack. Also further revealing of Rymer's shitty beliefs, which we've seen earlier in the form of the Bannerworth's servants gossiping about the vampire attack to the entire surrounding countryside. This "poor people be gossiping" idea keeps getting worse throughout the story, too.

"Confound the fellow!" muttered the old admiral, "he is well lodged at all events. I should say he was not one of those sort of vampyres who have nowhere to go to but their own coffins when the evening comes."

An interesting statement coming from the guy who keeps getting vampires mixed up with mermaids. Many of the vampire superstitions raised in the story are not true within its worldbuilding, but I like to imagine there are indeed vampires of the coffin-dwelling sort in the Varneyverse, and Varney simply isn't one of them. (Or he is, and that's why he can never get a peaceful night's sleep.)

Now we reach a real treat: Admiral Bell and Varney interacting. You will recall that Varney loves winding people up until they snap, and that Admiral Bell is already perpetually wound up. A conversation between them, therefore, ought to be incredibly entertaining, and it does not disappoint.

"Why, he is a young man just, as you say, entering into life, and I cannot help thinking it would be a pity to cut him off like a flower in the bud, so very soon." "Oh, you make quite sure, then, of settling him, do you?" "My dear sir, only consider; he might be very troublesome, indeed; you know young men are hot-headed and troublesome. Even if I were only to maim him, he might be a continual and never-ceasing annoyance to me. I think I should be absolutely, in a manner of speaking, compelled to cut him off." "The devil you do!" "As you say, sir."

(First speaker Varney, second Admiral Bell)

Varney remains pleasant and good-natured throughout the conversation, which only serves to wind up the admiral all the more. He's also being an annoying little shit, of course, which doesn't help. Behind it all, however, is a fairly serious threat. Varney isn't simply confident in his ability to kill any challenger, he takes it as an obvious fact.

"Ay, with swords; but I must have everything properly arranged, so that no blame can rest on me, you know. As you will be killed, you are safe from all consequences, but I shall be in a very different position; so, if you please, I must have this meeting got up in such a manner as shall enable me to prove, to whoever may question me on the subject, that you had fair play."

Speaking of swords, we get more witty vampire insinuations from Varney.

"I cling to the customs and the fashions of my youth," said Varney. "I have been, years ago, accustomed always to wear a sword, and to be without one now vexes me." "Pray, how many years ago?" "I am older than I look, but that is not the question."

I never get tired of him doing this.

And now...okay, I know the purpose of this series is to keep people from having to read Varney the Vampire, and pasting in huge chunks of text is antithetical to that purpose, but goddammit I just enjoy this next part too much. I'll break it up with commentary so it's not such a huge wall of text.

"Is that all?" "Not quite. I will have a surgeon on the ground, in case, when I pink you, there should be a chance of saving your life. It always looks humane." "When you pink me?" "Precisely."

I love the line "It always looks humane." It really highlights his skewed priorities, and the way he treats the death of his opponent as a foregone conclusion not even worth fretting over.

"Upon my word, you take these affairs easy. I suppose you have had a few of them?" "Oh, a good number. People like yourself worry me into them, I don't like the trouble, I assure you; it is no amusement to me. I would rather, by a great deal, make some concession than fight, because I will fight with swords, and the result is then so certain that there is no danger in the matter to me." "Hark you, Sir Francis Varney. You are either a very clever actor, or a man, as you say, of such skill with your sword, that you can make sure of the result of a duel. You know, therefore, that it is not fair play on your part to fight a duel with that weapon." "Oh, I beg your pardon there. I never challenge anybody, and when foolish people will call me out, contrary to my inclination, I think I am bound to take what care of myself I can."

He may sound flippant here, but Varney really is mostly averse to violence, finding duels annoying and tedious and preferring to run from a conflict whenever possible. I won't say this is a consistent character trait of his, because there are a number of later chapters which blatantly contradict this characterization, but it does come up fairly often, and several times is milked for angst. That's right, Varney is the original tragic tortured unwilling monster vampire, and every adaptor who's ever done that with Dracula owes me 20 bucks.

"D—n me, there's some reason in that, too," said the admiral; "but why do you insult people?" "People insult me first." "Oh, nonsense!" "How should you like to be called a vampyre, and stared at as if you were some hideous natural phenomenon?" "Well, but—" "I say, Admiral Bell, how should you like it? I am a harmless country gentleman, and because, in the heated imaginations of some member of a crack-brained family, some housebreaker has been converted into a vampyre, I am to be pitched upon as the man, and insulted and persecuted accordingly."

"People insult me first," he says, grinning while showing all of his big sharp vampire teeth and constantly making little verbal jabs at literally everyone he talks to.

Varney voice how dare you call me out for being rude when I'm literally neurodivergent and a vampire

"But you forget the proofs." "What proofs?" "The portrait, for one." "What! Because there is an accidental likeness between me and an old picture, am I to be set down as a vampyre? Why, when I was in Austria last, I saw an old portrait of a celebrated court fool, and you so strongly resemble it, that I was quite struck when I first saw you with the likeness; but I was not so unpolite as to tell you that I considered you were the court fool turned vampyre." "D—n your assurance!" "And d—n yours, if you come to that."

Damn, roast him Varney.

After Admiral Bell leaves, so frothing mad that he kicks Varney's servant on the way out the door (uncalled for), he starts to worry about what he's going to tell Charles, now that he's arranged the particulars for his own duel instead of for Charles' like he was supposed to. Yeah, dude, maybe you should have thought about that beforehand.

Next: Varney asks Charles out arranges a not-at-all-suspicious meeting

#varney the vampire #varney summary #charles holland #admiral bell #sir francis varney #this is a rymer hate blog #varney/charles #well varney are you going to give charles satisfaction with your sw[i am shot dead]

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mcufan72 · 2 years ago

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Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 11

Chapter 10

18+/ adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut

Warnings: harsh language, violence because someone gets what he deserves, slight smut

A/N: sorry not sorry that a character has to be the bad one... but... it's still an AU 😉

Thanks again to my dearest @lokisprettygirl ... you know why when you read it, my friend 💙

He stood in the dark bedroom staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window and observed the sparkling lights of New York. The light that shined through the big windows was the only one that illuminated the room.

"Loki?"

You could only see his silhouette, his perfectly formed body clothed in his silken robe now. His back nearly screamed for your attention and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you didn't dare walk over to him and cuddle up at your beloved man. You could feel it in the air, something was wrong. You decided to stay at the doorframe and waited for him to answer you.

"Why are you standing here in the dark? Did something happen? Is it because of me? Why did you leave all of a sudden? Don't you think I've been long enough without you? The party was just so nice. I wanted to drink another glass of wine with you, Lo."

Loki wanted to talk to you but his courage had left him suddenly. You sounded so sad and it was his doing. He failed again to make you happy. Even if he did make you happy, this was only just for a moment and then it was over again. He didn't know what to say now so he behaved dismissively, knowing he would make you even sadder.

"Please go,"

"Why?"

"Please…go!"

"Did I make something wrong? Please, Lo…tell me…" You made a few steps towards him.

"Don't you dare come closer! Go!"

"Just go…please."

"No, Loki, I won't go until you tell me what happened or if I did or said something wrong!" and you made some more steps towards him.

"No!" you answered defiantly.

"Y/n..do what I say…go!" he scolded you.

Maybe he should end your relationship, here and right now. Maybe it would hurt less if he was the one doing it.

"No…I won't. Don't you dare tell me what I have to do or not to do! Speak to me you stubborn god…and as a well-raised up and well-educated Prince and as the gentleman you are you should know it is unkind to turn your back towards your partner while talking to each other! Where are your manners? Loki!"

Slowly you became angry and by the way, since when did he call you just by your name? What was he doing? Why did he treat you so dismissively?

"We can talk later…go!"

Why was he like this? He never treated you so cold like this before.

"Go!! Please! You unyielding woman. Do as I say!" he interrupted you sharply, his voice cold and rough.

"Loki, I want to know–"

Didn't you wish to see all of his sides? Now it seemed he gave you what you wanted but he seemed not to know how serious you had been when you told him so. You wouldn't go. You had closed the distance between you two and he felt your delicate hand touching his back, stroking his spine up and down tenderly…your wonderful warm hand…and his body stiffened. Why must you be so stubborn, so persistent? Didn't you see that he offered you a way to go, to leave him without feeling bad about it?

You felt his muscles hardening under your hand. His skin felt cold even through his robe, colder than usual and you thought it was because of his anger and the tiredness after the exhausting mission. Obviously, he was angry and undoubtedly it had to do with you.

"Loki…," you addressed him quietly.

You felt him stiffen further under your touch and…sobbing.

"Lo, what is it…please, don't push me away…talk to me! What did I do wrong?" you begged him softly. What was he doing? You didn't understand anything right now.

"You'd kill all monsters, hm? No monster should dare touch you, hm?" His voice was firm but he sounded hurt.

"What are you talking about?" You needed a moment to get aware of what exactly might have made him mad at you.

"Oooh you mean, when Nat mentioned it and we talked about monsters and that especially I would fight them before they'd touch or kill me?" you asked him surprised.

"I just made fun, Lo. I was just joking and you know how sarcastic I can get sometimes. What was wrong with it? We all know there are no monsters or something similar to that…yes, there are otherworldly creatures and beings out there and if they would try to harm this planet or other places in the universe, the Avengers are always there to fight them, and you're all pretty good at that. So what exactly is bothering you?" you took your hand away from him, still staring at his back.

"Give me an explanation, please. I don't get your issue here."

Loki understood what and how you meant it but your words had scared and hurt him. But it wasn't your fault he was a monster and you had the right to hate him and erase his existence.

"What if monsters exist? What if a monster had already touched you, y/n?"

"I would know it !"

"Would you?"

"Yes, definitely! And believe me, no monster would have the courage to touch me because I'm soooo dangerous…," you said in an ironic and funny attitude, laughing, trying to lighten up the bad mood in the room but it wasn't successful. A faked huffed laugh escaped his mouth.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm? What? What do you mean? Lo, what the hell? I've had just about enough of this farce. You know that I'm far away from being dangerous and that I cannot compare with the Avengers, with any of you! I can just work in a lab and examine things. I was just kidding! Stop talking in riddles to me! Why are you so pissed off that you ran away?…and I really hate talking to your back…dammit!" you said to him displeased and in a quick move you slipped in front of him to look into his face.

When you saw it, illuminated only by the city lights, you gasped audibly and stopped breathing for a moment. Your eyes widened, your mouth slightly open. Loki's eyes teared up, awaiting your blood-curdling scream.

"Oh my god, Loki…" you whispered bewildered.

He closed his eyes instinctively. He didn't think you were strong enough to see his ruby-red eyes and he knew what would follow. You would now explain to him how disgusting and repulsive you found him, accuse him of how he could dare to touch you, to fuck you, a monster and ugly creature like him without telling you much sooner what he really is. He should've told you right from the beginning what he is when he started courting you or at least after your first kiss and before you made love to each other for the first time.

"I never wanted you to see me like this. I'm a monster and I look repulsive. And again I told you too late about an important matter. And I know you cannot tolerate it, not again. Also…I can't ask you to love a creature like me, to waste your life on me."

But he was so afraid to tell you his whole truth sooner. He was so afraid to lose you finally. And now it was too late. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. He knew he would never see you again, he would never touch you or hold you in his arms again and it shattered his heart into pieces. He was so pathetic and cowardly and absolutely unworthy of you. Now he wouldn't even have you as his friend anymore. How much he would miss the walks in the park and sit with you in the café…how much he would miss you.

"Waste my life on you? You're the first man who makes my life perfect! But why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me enough? I know who you are and what a wonderful person you are. But…What are you? Please, tell me," you asked him softly and you tried to touch him but he backed away. He opened his eyes again but he stared down at the floor.

"I'm a Frost Giant, my love. I don't even know if I'm still allowed to address you like that. I'm a Jotun… Loki Laufeyson, rightful King of Jotunheim. My appearance which you're used to, is my æsir form, the appearance Odin gave me. And I could never walk around as a Jotun here, on Midgard. I would fear the people to death."

You nodded silently.

Loki looked at you. Your sad face made his heart clench. He wanted you to be happy and he wanted to hear your laughter again. It was all his fault.

"You might be right Lo. Maybe they would be scared, maybe not. Many people have already seen some otherworldly creatures here on Earth. They already saw a green Hulk so why not a blue Frost Giant? But regardless of what people might have seen here or not…there's no need to hide from me, Loki. You already have to hide in front of others because they maybe cannot handle this. And I get that, that you have and want to do it.

Loki please, you do remember that I said it to you on our first night together, don't you? That there's no need to hide when you're together with me! You don't scare me, you never did. You only fascinate me…I'm enchanted by you, no matter how you look. I know you always want to protect me and I love and adore you for that. But you don't need to protect me from you… because I love you. It seems I made things wrong, I'm sorry that I wasn't capable of giving you the feeling of being loved and safe with me. It's my fault then." Your eyes teared up. It seemed you were still a failure in the thing called love, and still a disappointment to everyone.

"I do! I do remember your words, my love. And you're perfect, you never did anything wrong and I do feel safe with you. I never met someone like you before. So strong and stubborn and honest and always straightforward, never giving up, no matter what. Everything about you is so amazing and adorable. It's all up to me. I wasn't sure if you truly meant what you said back then …and I was so afraid to lose you. I'm always afraid to lose you again. I can barely accept my heritage so how could you? I can't expect you to accept this," and he punched his fist against his chest.

"I just wish that you're still my love and my Snowflake. And I swear to you there are no secrets anymore. Now you know the whole truth. Please tell me, I need to know if you still love me and please ...please don't leave me. I wouldn't survive it if you leave me…and I swear, you'll never have to see me again like this. I know it's not a pleasant sight," he said, insecure and crying desperate tears.

"You're not serious now, are you? Do you even have to ask? Of course I am still your love and your Snowflake, nothing has changed …beside one thing, you're not only a Prince and a God, you're also a King …wow…I should feel like …Cinderella," you laughed lightly.

"You're still you, Lo and I accept and love you, with all my heart…and tell me, how am I supposed to be without you. I need you Lo, you're my life, the air I need to breathe… you're mine! And I really can't see a monster here. All I see is the man I love. Trust me, you're definitely not a monster. Why do you think you're a monster?"

"Because I grew up with the stories that Jotuns are monsters and our enemies …until I found out that I'm a Jotun myself and in conclusion one of those monsters."

"Yeah, I get that. I believed in the things my ex told me about me, too… Loki, they were wrong! You aren't a monster. You're the most caring person, always protective especially of me, an adorable man who deserves to be loved and appreciated and you're beautiful as a Jotun, you're a piece of art. I've never seen so much beauty in my life before", and you grazed with your fingertips over the lines on his forehead, his cheeks and his bare chest. Loki hissed when you trailed your fingers over them and you felt him shivering.

"Are they overly sensitive, Lo?" you asked tenderly.

"Yessss," he sighed ecstatically and slightly aroused. You saw his erection under his robe. He was so eager for your touches, it was so essential for him to get touched by you. Even more now, in his natural form. It felt so good and much more intense.

You cupped his cheeks and with your thumbs, you wiped away his tears. You looked him deep into his red eyes and you saw the insecurity and doubts in them. But there was also the love he held for you visible in them. You pulled his head slowly down towards you and when your lips were close enough you kissed each other passionately and melted into each other's embrace. You still caressed the lines on his cheeks and you felt him grinding into your crotch while he moaned into your mouth. When your lips parted again you two were breathing fast and looked at each other longingly.

"And so are you for me, my love. You are my life, my love, my everything, my sweet little Snowflake," he said and finally, he was able to smile again and pulled you into a tight embrace.

He kissed you feverishly with such tenderness that it seemed you melted into him again. You loosened the belt of his robe so it fell completely open and you shoved it over his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He now stood in front of you in all his naked godly gorgeousness. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and you enjoyed touching his bare skin entirely. Your fingers trailed tenderly over the lines on his back, down his spine to his wonderful toned ass, upwards his flanks to his chest, down over his muscular arms, and upwards again back to his shoulders.

With one hand you grabbed his buttocks and pressed his half-hard cock against your clothed heat, he hissed and moaned blissfully into your mouth when he kissed you again, cupping your cheeks with his hands while you placed your other hand on his back to pull him closer. After that amazing longingly kiss you both needed a moment to come back to reality and you still held each other tight, forehead to forehead.

"Will you make love to me like this? And don't you dare deny me your blue divine beauty."

"Would you want me to make love to you when I'm in my natural form? Am I truly that beautiful to you?"

"You are, baby…and I insist! Your blue skin is so soft and so sexy and your ruby eyes …gosh, I want to drown in them," you said eagerly.

Loki held you tighter and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He never thought you would find his true appearance that attractive and hot.

"Then I will definitely do it…and I will do it more than once. It will be rough and filthy, I will take you again and again, I'm going to ravish your body until you want me to stop fucking you. And you should know that we'll have a special bond then. I'm still an otherworldly creature," he cooed promisingly into your ear. It made you giggle and it also made you feel warm and tingly and you felt your panties drenching with arousal.

"What do you mean by 'we'll have a special bond then'?"

"If you allow me to take you in my natural form, you have me for a lifetime. I'm yours then…forever."

"Like swans?"

"Like swans,Snowflake!"

"Sounds romantic and… desirable. If it is something I want, I want it only with you!"

"Take all the time you need to make a decision."

"I've already made this decision, Lo," and he smiled softly at you and crushed his lips onto yours to kiss you deeply while holding you tight.

"You should stop kissing me, my promiscuous boy …otherwise we won't leave our bedroom for the next few hours," you teased him.

"Would that be so bad? You and me in our bed, making out, fucking each other senseless…you have no idea what a Jotun can do with you and your sweet mortal body in bed…" Loki mumbled, nipped at your earlobe and licked over your pulse point, causing goosebumps all over your body.

"We should go back to the others. It was such a nice evening with our friends and I would like to have some more fun…and drinks," you said moaning and smiling at him.

"You're such a tease, Snowflake…can't wait to be back in bed with you but yeah, I think we should go back to the party," he cooed into your ear and kissed your temple. He paused thoughtfully before he spoke again.

"Snowflake?"

"Yes, Lo!"

"They're my friends too, right?"

"Yes, they are, Lo…and they're also our family …and you saved their lives. They will never forget what you've risked for them. You should be proud of yourself and of who you are. I'm definitely proud of you!"

He gave you a reassuring grin and pressed a gentle kiss onto your soft lips.

"I love you so much, Lo baby."

"I love you more, Snowflake"

He transformed back into his æsir form, fully clothed in his half-opened shirt with rolled-up sleeves and leather trousers again. Would you ever get used to his magic?

"Let's go then," and he took your hand in his.

"Lo baby, wait…"

"Something wrong, my love?"

"No, but …you, being a frost giant…that's the reason why you never freeze and never wore warming coats and scarfs when we met in the park in winter and that's also why the snowflakes didn't melt on your fingertips, right?" you pointed out when the realization hit you.

"And finally my lovely Snowflake has figured it out," Loki laughed heartily. You slapped him playfully on his shoulder and joined him in laughing.

"You really should have told me earlier, Lo. That's so crazy and cool! I need to know everything about frost giants and your culture," you stated.

"I know, Snowflake but I was too scared to tell you, I was afraid you would run away from me. With you, I've something I've never had in my life before and I didn't want to risk losing that. It was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I will tell you everything about my heritage, and what I can't tell you… I'll show you," he promised seductively, lowering his voice.

"There's nothing I have to forgive, baby. My love for you is unwavering and I'm excited for what you will tell and show me," you whispered expectantly.

He nudged his nose tenderly to yours and hand in hand with fingers intertwined, you walked back to the living room lounge to join the others again.

When you and Loki came closer to the lounge area you heard a voice that sounded familiar to you. Your grip on Loki's hand tightened. It couldn't be, that was impossible!

"Is everything alright, my love?"

"I'm not sure, Lo," you answered skeptically.

When you entered the lounge, where everything was like before you two had left, you actually heard… him …and your face went pale. You must be hallucinating but you definitely heard him speaking. And then you saw him. He stood with his back towards you and he was talking to Bruce. You were overcome with disgust.

"Let us go, Loki, please let us go," and you tried to pull him with you to leave that place immediately.

"Ah, y/n, Loki there you are," said Bruce happily when he saw you and Loki returning to the lounge. "We have a new guest… an acquaintance of mine and he's occasionally in New York and he dropped in to meet me…may I introduce you? Stephen, this is the new assistant of mine I told you about. The wonderful and talented Miss Y/n Y/L/N…Y/n, this is Dr. Stephen Strange, he wrote a brilliant dissertation about—"

"Y/n, what a …. nice surprise?…what are you doing here? Nice to see you again. Wonderful and talented? I'd say…you look boring as always, right? Did you gain weight? It suits you! So you are Bruce's new …talented assistant? As what? As a janitor cleaning his labour rooms and test tubes? I know you're very good at cleaning up things." He laughed arrogant and dirty, condescendingly looking at you and trying to humiliate you further.

"Oh, and who is this good-looking guy? Are you his new fuck toy…I mean, how come he likes you? He could have the most beautiful women this town has to offer so why did he choose…you? Or are you at least good in bed now?" He grinned contemptuously.

You folded your arms in front of you and you felt the immense urge to punch him in the face.

"Hello Stephen, are you finished with your monologue? Nothing has changed, right? You're the same bloody asshole you've always been, aren't you?" you snarled at him, a fake smile curving your lips. You didn't understand anymore why you had been so in love with him and devoted to him.

"Oh honey bun, such filthy words dripping from those…beautiful lips. Haven't I taught you to behave?" He looked at your fingers. "By the way, where's the ring? I told you to keep the ring as a reward for your …services as my…housemaid with benefits and the wonderful times we had together. Or do you deny that we had them? "

"You disgusting piece of shit. I don't want anything from you. You don't own me anymore. The time of my obedience to you and devoted love for you is long gone. I sold the ring a long time ago and donated the money to an organization for abused women so the money can do at least a good job."

"Is this how you treat a gift, honey bun?" Stephen asked, a sleazy grin appearing on his lips.

"Shut up, you perverse jerk, you have no right to call me that anymore. You never deserved me! You don't deserve anything! We're done!"

"She's such a brat, isn't she?" Stephen said towards Loki. "I mean, I have ridden that bratty whore well man, so you've picked up a very good harlot but I guess you need to discipline that wench more properl—"

That was the moment when Loki totally freaked out. He had heard enough. He grabbed Stephen by his throat and slammed him against the nearest accessible wall and held him there, mere inches above the floor. You were sure you'd heard some ribs break. Loki choked him until he could hardly breathe. Stephen tried desperately to loosen Loki's hand from his throat, kicking his legs…without success. Every other person in the room held their breath.

"You huge piece of shit will never talk about my perfect woman like this again, you will never touch her, talk to her, look at her or even breathe the same air as her. If you do, there will be deadly consequences, you miserable son of a bitch. I should cut your tongue out and I should kill you for what you've done to her," Loki shouted at him, his face distorted with anger and pure hate.

"I'll pulverize you and eliminate all traces of your existence if you ever come close to her again."

Loki's jaw clenched and his eyes sparkled with contempt. A knife appeared in his hand, he bared his teeth, his body tensed up, ready to kill.

"Loki, no…Loki stop… he deserves it but he isn't worth it…Loki please…don't get your hands dirty on him!" you begged him and shook his shoulder violently. Never before had you seen your lover like this. And he did it for you, just for you. And it felt damn good.

"Kick the doctor's ass out of here …kick that bloody jerk out!" Tony ordered and gave Thor and Steve a sign.

Loki let go of Stephen and he fell to the floor, almost suffocated, coughing and desperately gasping for air. Thor and Steve grabbed Stephen harshly by his arms, brought him out of the room, and banned him from Stark Tower.

"Absolutely no one talks to you like this, my precious Lady."

Loki pulled you into a tight embrace. You clutched at him and buried your head into the crook of his neck. You both needed a moment to calm down.

"Are you two okay?" Tony asked, concerned and you nodded smilingly.

"I'm so sorry, guys, it wasn't my intention to freak out…but I couldn't allow that asshole to talk to my darling like this," Loki said.

"It's alright, Laufeyson. That jerk needed to be taught a lecture…get choked by one god and kicked out by the other, his special 'food of the gods' I would say. And everyone chuckled again.

"What an asshole. Are you alright, sweetie?" Nat said, trying to comfort you. "Fortunately, you have your very own crusader, who fights for you. But I think you put that asshole in his boundaries very well on your own," and she smiled at Loki, who nodded.

"Thanks, Nat, I'm fine. This case is closed. I was just shocked that he was here, I never expected this. And his humiliations don't affect me anymore. These times are over." You were still engulfed in Loki's embrace and grateful for it.

"I'll get us some shots," Nat offered and you nodded thankfully.

"I'm sorry, y/n. If I had known that he's your ex I would never have invited him to meet me whenever he's in New York. I assure you he will never come back here again. Please forgive me," Bruce said. He felt bad.

"It's alright Bruce, how should you know? I was just shocked. I never expected to meet him here or to meet him ever again. So don't worry, I'm fine! And I'm sure he won't even dare come back to this city." You all chuckled and Loki kissed the crown of your head.

With your free hand, you lightly stroked Bruce's shoulder to calm him down and smiled at him. You saw how guilty he felt. Loki held you sideways in his arms as tightly as he could.

"How did you meet him?" you questioned Bruce.

"We met at a medical congress in Europe last year."

"Ah yes, I remember that Congress very well, there he met that hot chick who replaced me. I should thank her."

"I should've killed him, breaking his neck slowly, cutting his heart out…" Loki's anger rose again.

"Stop Loki, he isn't worth that we think of him ever again. But thank you for defending me and fighting for me. Nobody ever did this for me. Your enemies should fear you. That was impressive." You pecked a soft kiss on his lips, your one hand on his chest, your other arm still wrapped around his waist.

"I will always fight for you, my love. Nobody is allowed to frighten you or hurt you. You're mine and I protect what is mine!" He kissed you deeply and cradled your cheek in his hand.

"I know and I'd do the same for you, Lo."

After the situation had calmed down you all had a nice evening with funny talks and drinks again. A few hours later you wanted to be alone with Loki so you gestured to him that you wanted to leave. A knowing smirk curved his lips.

"Y/n and I leave now, we're tired. Good night everyone," and you two left the lounge hand in hand.

"I want you, now! I last was fucked by you two weeks ago…I crave you," you whispered while leaving the room.

You couldn't deny it, the way he attacked Stephen, the way he fought for you and defended you, turned you on. His slicked-back hair had been a mess and when you saw his jugular vein bulging out while his anger rose you became so aroused that you would've loved to lick a long stripe over it. For you, Loki was kind of extremely sexy when he was angry.

"Is that so? Don't worry my love, I didn't forget my promise to make it up to you," Loki growled seductively at you, clasping your hand more firmly.

When you entered your apartment, he closed the door behind you with a bang and pressed you against it. He licked your throat when you tilted your head and offered your neck to him. He sucked hickeys on your skin while grinding his hips firmly against yours.

"You know how I want you, Lo. Come my king, make it up to me!" you groaned into his ear, heavily breathing.

"As you wish, my Queen," he growled and in a shimmer of green he turned into his Jotun form.

"Go rough on me, Lo."

He stopped kissing you for a moment and his gaze on you softened.

"Are you sure, Snowflake? About everything, about the bond? It will last! Forever! If you need more time to think about it, that's no problem. I just want you to be sure, my love." he asked you, his voice concerned.

"I'm sure baby! I'll never leave you again. When will you finally believe me that I only want you," you asked him.

"Then it shall be!"

With one hand Loki fixed your arms above your head, holding them by your wrists and kissed you feverishly, demanding and longingly. From his eyes, boundless, wild, sparks of roused desire were flashing.

"You're mine, mine!" and an animalistic growl escaped his mouth.

He kneaded your breasts firmly and lowered his head down to take your stiffened nipples into his mouth which were still covered under your dress. His licks and kisses were hot and wet, he would make a whimpering mess out of you.

You could do nothing else but moan and mumble his name. He grabbed you by your waist, threw you over his shoulder like a hunter does with his prey and walked over to the bedroom. He tossed you into the soft cushions and was immediately on top of you to claim you and ruin you finally for any other man. And then you would be his forever.

There was nothing else than you in his mind right now and he just wanted to fuck you properly. Nonetheless, he thought about if and when you would ask him which chances the bond with him could offer you.

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dodger-chan · 1 year ago

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Do I have a couple of long fics I need to work on? Yes. Am I working on them? No. But I did write ~400 words of Eddie POV that I suppose is set pre season four? Or post a version of season four where Eddie lives. Do excuse the complete lack of editing. Also on AO3.

God but Steve was cute when he was confused.

“But you don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, brow adorably wrinkled up. Eddie thought about smoothing it out himself, but they were in Family Video. Even if no one who would care was in the store now, it was open. Some upstanding citizen of Hawkins could walk in at any moment.

And really, that made it so much more fun.

“It’s a hypothetical, Harrington. A made-up, what-if sort of thing.” Eddie hopped up onto the counter.

“Like what if Washington hadn’t decked Tomjanovich?” Steve asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I don’t think so. Let me elaborate. Dougie over there,” Eddie pointed to his friend over by the horror films, “has claimed that I look like the sort of guy who hits his girlfriend-”

“Why would he say that?” Steve looked positively offended on Eddie’s behalf.

“It may have been a direct response to me making a similar comment about the members of Mötley Crüe. Honestly,” Eddie shook his head sadly at Doug’s musical taste. “Why anyone would waste their time listening to mediocre glam metal. At least Pantera’s pretty decent.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Right. Because Steve’s metal education was entirely in Eddie’s hands and Eddie wasn’t going to play him Theatre of Pain.

He should borrow Doug’s cassette of I Am the Night to play for Steve, though. And make a copy while he was at it.

“Irrelevant. Immaterial. There is, as you’ve said, no girlfriend. It’s just a question of my looks.”

“Oh.” Steve seemed to get it. He leaned across the counter, cocked his head, and very, very obviously looked Eddie up and down. Slowly. Taking in every detail.

It was nice to be appreciated.

“Well?”

“Maybe,” Steve answered. “If she asked nicely.”

“You think a gentleman such as myself wouldn’t provide for my girl’s needs?” Eddie raised his eyebrows in a parody of insulted surprise. “That I would make her ask?”

Steve’s eyes darted quickly around the store, no doubt confirming what Eddie had seen earlier. They weren’t entirely alone, but there wasn’t anyone around who’d care that they were flirting in public.

“I think you’d make her beg.” Steve’s voice was low and soft, but the whisper couldn’t entirely mask the sound of desire under it.

How Eddie had lucked into such a perfect boyfriend he’d never know.

“Do you? I suppose we’ll see.” Tonight was band practice, but he and Steve had a date planned for the next evening. “If I ever get a girlfriend, that is.”

“Somehow I don’t see that happening.” Steve was right. Eddie was very thoroughly taken.

Notes:

In 1977 Kermit Washington punched Rudy Tomjanovich during a mid game fight and seriously injured him. Aside from the effect on both players' careers, it resulted in the NBA adding a third ref to its game crew and essentially banning fighting from the league.

Theatre of Pain (1985) is Mötley Crüe's second album. I Am the Night (1985) is Pantera's third.

#steddie #stranger things #short ficlet #my fic

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luminoustico · 11 months ago

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his smile hides a lie, v

the man in the iron mask (1998) AU: chapter one | chapter two| chapter three || chapter four [[story also available on AO3]]

CHAPTER FIVE: i hope what's left will last all summer

Summary: Benjamin adjusts to life outside his mask. Rey is introduced to a new dynamic.

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Supper was a silent affair. Scrapes of cutlery against porcelain filled the air, each one feeling like whispers of a forbidden conversation.

For Rey, time passed with the vision of what she had seen upstairs. However much she tried to push it away, she kept seeing him. His eyes, which carried the weight of years of wondering and questioning, endured by one man who – judging by eye – could not be more than thirty. And if that were true, then that would mean he had been locked away when he was fifteen.

A child of Jakku had cried for her parents, while in a prison tower, another child had cried for his freedom.

On the other side of the table, Han was in his usual mood, slowly running his forefinger across the top of his goblet. His shoulders were slumped. His eyes were downcast. He didn’t seem plagued by thoughts as such but by memories. Perhaps he was playing out the other great adventures he’d undertaken with his former comrades—and how it had all resulted in a prisoner whimpering before a lit hearth.

Maz broke the silence.

“Well, he’s not the King. So who is he?”

Solemn as a priest, Luke stood, his chair scraping against the floor. He placed the key with which he’d bestowed freedom on the table. It glinted and glowed before the flames roaring in the grate.

“His name is Benjamin. When he was born, he was taken to live in the region of Ahch-To. It was as far as the old King could get him from the palace without involving other countries in his secret. The first fifteen years of his life were peaceful. He was cared for by a blind scholar and a mute governess. He was educated and raised as a gentleman. But he had guards at every door, and no friends his age. No-one could know of his existence.”

“I see it, kiddo. I see it well and true.” Lando leaned back in his chair, running his forefinger across his bottom lip. He looked sad, yet his eyes twinkled with astonishment. “You want to swap one for the other.”

Rey glanced at Maz; she was saying nothing, but her opinion on the matter was clear.

Han shook his head. “You always had too much ambition, Luke.”

Rey swallowed, but her throat still felt dry. She took another gulp of wine.

“You said he was raised as a gentleman. How did he end up in the mask?” Rose asked.

Luke sighed and ran his left hand through his hair. “It was Kylo’s first command after his ascension,” he growled.

“His own brother…” Lando’s astonishment faded, leaving only sadness and a growing fury. “Tell me what needs to be done, Luke. We’ll do it,” he said, glancing at his son. Finn affirmed his father’s promise with a nod. He took Rose’s hand, interlinking his fingers with hers. She nodded too as he kissed her hair.

Luke swallowed. He pushed aside any surprise, any relief, and carried nothing but grim determination. “My plan will take time,” he said, in a firm tone. “You all have to be prepared to wait.”

Rey felt her lips twitch with a sardonic smile.

“I’m good at waiting,” she declared.

Luke nodded once. He turned to his old friend. “Han?”

“I think… No.” Han furrowed his brow, shoving his hand through his silvery hair. (He and Luke were so similar, in so many ways.) His fingers trembled as he tried to drink from his goblet. “Everything’s fine.”

Without another word, he stood and left the room.

“He’ll be fine,” Maz said, with an easy air that didn’t take. Rey’s eyes focused on the empty chair and the door, left swinging in Han’s wake. All of them had promised revolution… and yet it still felt like a fantasy.

That was why, when dawn came the next morning, Rey wasn’t surprised when she found Han’s horse missing and met Luke in the yard, reading from a scrap of paper. He passed it over to Rey with no words. The hand was spiky, the ink blotted. Written in a hurry.

“I’m sorry, kid.” Luke recited the note in a soft voice. “But may the Gods be with you. One for all…”

Rey looked out over the horizon. The dawn sky was slashes of oranges and pinks, casting a glow over the distant paddocks and hay fields. She crossed her arms, hugging herself.

Bile climbed in her throat. “He’s a coward.”

A furious look came across Luke’s wrinkled features. When he spoke, it was like she was a child, being scolded by the father she’d never known. “Han is the bravest man I’ve ever known. Of all of us, I think he is the only one who knew true courage.”

Rey scoffed. “And what’s that?”

The weight of the world was in his answer. “One day, I hope to find out.”

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Breakfast was an equally morose affair as supper. The empty spot at the table had been filled by Ben, who—for all his height and broadness in the shoulder—was remarkably adept at shrinking into the corner, wordlessly bringing meagre amounts of his supper to his mouth, and quietly chewing. Luke would glance at him at intermittent moments and give him nods or smiles of encouragement. It was the first time that Rey had seen the great old Musketeer look truly sorry for anyone.

As soon as supper was finished, Rose and Finn made their excuses and took a walk around the grounds. Lando too, made his excuses, claiming a need to speak to a man about a dog. Maz was the last to leave but she made certain to smile at Ben before she left and wish him a good day.

Rey pushed her chair out to depart, but as soon as her chair scraped against the stone flag floor, Ben spoke.

“Stay, please.” It was an order said like a plea. Turning in Han’s chair, he tilted his head up at Rey. His dark eyes were soft, lit by the morning, and his hair, cut and washed by a barber, was dark and thick, falling just above his brow. He reached out with his long fingers towards her, but, at the last, pulled away.

Rey took shallow breaths. She could hear her heart beating in her ears.

Ben bowed his head and looked at Luke.

“I have something to confess to you, sir,” he murmured. He continued and his eyes flicked back to Rey. Their gazes locked, and she missed a breath. “I would request a friend to hear me too.”

Rey stood there for a moment, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. At last, she pulled herself together. “I am that.”

Luke’s eyes darted between them, his eyebrows knitted together, as Rey returned to her seat. She avoided his scrutiny—paranoid old man, there was nothing to scrutinise—and focused on the painting above the fireplace. It was a nondescript portrait of an ancestor, whose eyes gleamed with usual pride over his estate, and soon her attention fell back to Ben and Luke.

Ben swallowed, the lump in his throat bobbing with the force of it. “It is my fault that Han left last night. I couldn’t sleep, and I decided to explore the house. I found the library – he was in there, reading by candlelight. We got to talking. I can’t remember much of what we spoke of. Only that he asked if I ever thought of my parents. He asked if I thought of my mother.”

Ben closed his eyes. His shoulders sank with a silent sigh. Rey swallowed, glancing down at her hands and then Ben’s. His left was tucked against his waist—as if he were trying to hug himself. His right hand was hanging limply by his side. He needed strength—would need strength—if he were to be the key that Luke needed him to be. Rey glanced towards the old Musketeer. He was still leaning back in his chair, listening and yet not at all; he was too busy factoring this new information into his grand plan.

Within a moment, Rey was white-hot with anger towards the old man, and in defiance to his plans—his scheming, his plotting—she reached forwards and grasped Ben’s right hand, tightly interlinking their fingers despite their difference in size.

Almost immediately she realised what she’d done. She stammered out an apology, trying to pull her hand away. Ben, however, did not let her go. Instead, he retook her hand and placed it on his knee.

“Thank you,” he whispered as the sun passed over the room. Rey blinked, taken aback. There was a growing lightness in Ben’s eyes, which danced in the sunlight. She swallowed a smile and bowed her head.

“You’re welcome,” she mumbled.

Luke gave a hard cough. “Let’s get back to the story.”

“There isn’t much left.” Ben seemed perturbed to have been alerted to Luke’s presence. “I never had parents to remember.”

Luke drummed his fingers on the edge of the table. “Did you tell that to Han?”

“I think so.”

“Hm.” Luke gave a nod. “You have parents now.”

“I know I’m the brother of the King. You want to swap us. Make me King instead.”

Rey studied Ben. He looked to her, as he straightened his spine and looked Luke in the eyes, less like the boy lost without a mask, but a man.

“Are you willing? It will mean training. For this to work,” Luke leaned forward, suddenly eager, “you will need to be not just a gentleman – you will need to be a King. You must possess arrogance, conceit. You must believe that this position was given to you by the gods.”

Ben was silent for a long moment. He tilted his head at Luke. “How old am I?”

Luke’s cheek twitched. He pressed his lips together into a thin line as if trying to hold back some uncouth curse. “Nine and twenty.”

Ben shook his head. “You misunderstand me. How old is my brother?”

A laugh tripped out under Rey’s tongue. She quickly covered it with a cough, but Luke still side-eyed her, his mouth downturned into a glare, until he registered Ben’s question. He chuckled, but more at his own delayed understanding.

“Your brother was born fifteen minutes after you.”

“A year for every minute,” Ben remarked dryly. His meaning was clear. Below the table, her hand warm on his knee, Rey gave the rightful King’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

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The next day, Ben’s training began in earnest. Over the next month, the morning at Naboo began to resemble what Rey assumed a finishing school to be. Under Luke’s watchful eye, Ben learned the etiquette of being a king; military strategy, how to walk, how to eat, even how to speak. During those hours, Rey had been left to fend for herself. She found herself often in the library, surrounded by tomes she had never read.

The library itself was a small to medium-sized room, with heavy oak shelves lining the left, right and far oak-panelled walls. A stone fireplace stood in the centre of the right wall, but the iron grate was unlit. The stone flag floors were covered with the usual rushes, swallowing the footsteps of anyone browsing the shelves. Red velvet cushions made seats out of the window sills. A circular pillow, stuffed to the edges, provided readers with additional comfort. Two larger seats, high-backed and wooden, were positioned in the room’s right corner. An ornate table was situated between them, but it wore its age with marks and scratches.

At first, Rey used the sumptuously domestic room simply as a place to think, curled up on the window seats with the hot sun on her cheeks.

However, the books contained more power than she’d first thought. She had never quite thought herself to be a book lover; her first love had been—would always be, so she assumed—fencing. But those leather-bound books would catch the light and just like a man’s dark eyes, they became something she couldn’t just dismiss out of hand.

Her first go at choosing a tome hadn’t been successful. A dry textbook on fencing. She thought it could’ve given her some tips; an extra advantage when she was next practising with Finn, perhaps. She put together enough, though, after thumbing through its thick pages, to realise in the end that she knew almost all the tricks—plus a few the author hadn’t yet discovered. That’s my advantage, she thought proudly as she put the text back on its shelf and pulled out another. I learned from a Musketeer.

Her second choice had been an adventure, filled with heroes, betrayal, and revenge. She sat in one of the high-backed chairs and she pored over the words, trying to commit their shape to memory and losing herself in the cities and islands depicted on the page. It became as if she’d stepped onto the ink itself and was now descending into the luscious dark, head spinning as the words quickly enveloped her in their new world.

“I didn’t take you for a reader.”

Rey jumped to her feet, the adventure falling out of her hands and onto the floor with a decisive thump.

“I’m not.”

“You’re lying.”

Rey stepped in front of the open book, covering it with her skirt. Ben’s expression did not change, but his disbelief filled the silence. Rey huffed. “I am not.”

Ben straightened himself up and placed his hands behind his back. Looking down his nose, he arched an imperial brow.

“Tell me what you were doing,” he said, every syllable velvet smooth, “and tell me now.”

Her heart constricted, her head seized in an instant with the memory of green and the King’s fingers wrapped around the ribbon of a diamond. Until Ben broke the illusion with a lopsided grin, and his eyes sparkled once again. Rey relaxed. She revealed the book with one gentle pull of her skirt. Ben leaned down and picked it up, the large tome fitting easily into his hand.

“I mostly come in here to think.”

Ben nodded and thumbed through the chosen tome.

“You’re teaching yourself to read?” he asked, without judgment.

For a beat, Rey searched for a reason, a lie, but finally, she had to settle on the truth. “I…” she glanced helplessly at the books, their power at all inexplicable. “I felt like it.”

“Do you need help? I could help.” Then, as if trying to correct a mistake only he’d seen, Ben hurriedly blurted out: “I want to help you.”

Rey blinked. “You want to help me?”

“It would give me an excuse to read,” Ben replied, avoiding her eyes and his answer by perusing the book again. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and far away. “I know now my brother hid my face, but he didn’t hide my mind. I held onto that, on the nights when I knew for certain that I was destined to die there, among the screams and the blood. I told myself, that whoever put me in the mask… my thoughts weren’t beholden to them. They never would be.”

He looked to her for a reaction. Rey could say nothing at first. Her astonishment stilled her mouth. This horrendous thing done to him, for so long—and yet. He was still so defiant.

A man like that could defy the stars. Could defy the gods.

“My offer still stands,” Ben coaxed, leaning into her. She could practically taste his voice; it was like sweet honey.

She began to speak, sketching out the start of a polite refusal. She liked to master things on her own. A stutter entered her speech. He was drinking her in. In what felt now to be another life, those same eyes had burned and demanded to take.

These eyes didn’t roar like a fire out of control. Ben’s gaze was calm and steady—despite everything he had been through—and unhurried. It was the gaze of a leader, willing to hear. Was this what it was to look into the eyes of a rightful king? Rey’s head swam. She opened and closed her mouth, then shook her head, trying to shake off her silence.

“It’s very kind of you monsieur,” she managed at last, though the words came out in a rush. The corners of Ben’s mouth tipped up with an amused smile, and he handed her back the book.

“It was just an offer.”

“I want to take it!” she burst out, making his already retreating frame stop. He turned on his heel and cocked his head. Rey oscillated left and right, fixed to her spot. She dropped her gaze, worrying her bottom lip. “If you can find the time, sir.”

“Ben. Never ‘sir’.” Then, with a softness she somehow knew in her heart was just for her, he murmured a soft, “Please.”

“Thank you. Ben.”

He tipped his head in thanks and left the room.

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Rose fell onto her back, stared up at the worn beams of the barn, and cursed. Her husband entered her line of sight. Wearing a lopsided grin, he tilted his head at her.

“Best of three?”

“You copied my move,” she huffed. Finn’s shoulders shook with a stifled laugh. Rose nudged his leg with the tip of her boot. “Don’t deny it.”

Her husband gave a theatrical bow. “I admit it, madame.”

Madame. She liked that form of address more every time she heard it. She especially liked it when her husband said it. Reaching up, Rose grasped his shirt in her fist. He moved with her, letting himself fall into the hay beside her. He scooped bits of straw out of her fringe as she rolled on top of him, embracing him and dropping kisses on his cheek, temple, and forehead.

Their peace was interrupted by a bellow. No—not a bellow, but a screech.

“Bastard!” Rose jumped to her feet, Finn following suit, just as the barn door swung open. Rey thundered in, sword drawn, and her eyes darting wildly. She grabbed Finn’s sword and threw it to her friend. She settled into a duelling stance. When Finn remained where he stood, she growled.

“Fight me. I need to fight something.”

Finn’s look was stony. “I am not your villain.”

“If I don’t fight someone, I swear to the Gods that I’ll kill him! The leader of our grand revolution.” Rey spat on the ground. Rose looked again at her friend. Her hand was trembling, and her sword shook, but her eyes were black with fury.

It was no idle threat.

Finn was his father’s son. He knew how to size up an opponent. It was for Rey’s sake that he engaged. A mess of forward thrusts, parries and blocks followed. Rey spun and spat curses to Luke’s name but left herself open one too many times; Finn easily disarmed her, and her sword swung from her hand, landing with a clatter on the stone flag floor.

Before she could grab it, Finn stepped forward and tucked the tip of his sword just underneath Rey’s chin. Rey’s following look could cut glass—but so could Finn’s. The silence echoed across the barn, filling the air until you could feel the stillness in the very rafters.

“He’s making me go back.” Rey’s voice was thick. She swallowed, her throat bobbing with the force of it. Her gimlet eyes glistened with unshed tears. “To Chandrila.”

Finn swiftly disengaged. Rey stepped forward, but her legs were wobbly—Rose swooped forward, and caught her weight. Rey’s heavy, hard sobs were hot on her cheek as she guided her outside and sat her at the base of a tree. The orchard surrounded them, blossoming with nearly ripe cherries, wrapped in white linen which was stained red from where the birds had pecked at the sweet fruits.

Rey pulled her knees to her chest and hugged herself, her head hung low as the last of her sobs faded away.

“I won’t do it,” she declared, dragging the back of her hand against her cheeks and chin. It was as if she was embarrassed that she’d cried. Her declaration, her mini rebellion, faded into the breeze that passed through the trees. The pink-white blossom leaves fell around them, landing on the forest-green grass, in their laps and in their hair.

“But I have to,” she said, soft now; soft and small. Rose drew her close.

“Tell me.”

“There’s a ball in three weeks. Luke wants someone on the inside, to get all of us – all of you—” Rey amended, a bitter snarl entering her monotone recital of Luke’s grand scheme, “into the palace. He said that only Kylo’s mistresses get to roam the castle as freely as the king. If he was to send a spy in as a guard or a courtier, they’d be asked questions. The revolution would be over before it began.”

Rose cuddled her friend close and gently pushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Is it the only way?” she murmured. She felt the prickle of growing tears in her eyes as Rey fell silent.

In the long quiet, Rey idly scooped blossom petals into her palms and let them fall from her hands, watching them dance briefly in the breeze before they fell to the ground. The three of them stared out at the horizon, and the manor drenched in sunlight. Finn dropped to his knees, and cuddled his wife and his friend tight, encapsulating them in his natural warmth.

The sun reflected in Rey’s watery eyes. With a sigh, she at last admitted what they all knew: “It is.”

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