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reluctant-mandalore · 11 months ago

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Fictober Day 2: Dancing

After a job Boba and Ann go to celebrate at a cantina. Ann is into dancing, Boba is into watching.

Warnings: established relationship (sort of its complicated), alcohol consumption, references to sex (none is actually described or shown), fluff, flirting, set pre-sarlacc, soft boba, hint of jealous Boba, aro4aro relationship, not beta read Pairing: Boba Fett x Original Character (oc: Anneliese LeClaire) Wordcount: 3,433 a/n: "hey cy did you know its December-" shhhh time is an illusion. And I am slowly working back into writing more often (mental illness is a bitch). Also this is my first time actually posting a fic for Ann and Boba. Sometime next year I would like to finally begin posting the official longfic I've been working on for them, but till then y'all will get some one shots here and there. Important things to note: Ann and Boba are both written as aro and they're in an aro4aro relationship. Ann is taller (5'10) then Boba, I wrote Boba as being 5'7 (based off Temuera's height). This one shot is also set pre-sarlacc, some years before he falls in. Ok thats it. Enjoy boba being soft and sweet with ann. :3 Translations: Mesh'la = Beatuiful, Permacrete = concrete

The cantina has an awful smell. It’s an atrocious blend of booze and sweat that makes his nose scrunch with disgust. Though the music is somehow worse. It's too loud in his ears, blasting its obnoxious tunes while the colourful lights above flash to its beat. This place is more of a nightclub than a regular old cantina in his opinion. Neither of which he really enjoys on a good day if he’s honest, but still he sits there anyway. A cup of whiskey is in his hand, and his helmet set to the side, while his eyes are trained on nothing but her.

Ann is on the dance floor. There’s a smile on her face, and her own drink in hand. Her body moves and sways to the tunes almost naturally. Weaving among the others on the floor like there’s nowhere else she belongs.

She almost seems to thrive here. Unlike him who seems out of place, and preferring to sit in a dark corner at a lonely table. He just doesn’t understand the appeal that places like this give. He really isn’t a fan of blaring music and sweaty bodies in his personal space bumping together. Unless it's among the sheets at least—and even that he’s only fond of sometimes.

It doesn’t take long for someone to take an interest in her. Someone other than Boba of course. Someone always does when they come to these places. And he can feel himself pause mid-sip, as he watches the person move in closer to her. A bit too close for his liking. The two of them begin to dance together rather than alone, and he can’t help but watch a little more intensely now as they do. A pit of jealousy bubbling in his gut that he tries his best to ignore.

Boba knows he could just look away. Knows he doesn’t have to watch. Knows he has no reason to be jealous. Dancing like this means nothing to Ann. She barely even lets the other person in close enough touch. But despite the jealousy he fails miserably to keep back, there’s also something he finds enjoyable in watching her dance. He’s not even sure what it is. Maybe it has to do with how the lights reflect in her eyes as she laughs, or how beautiful her body moves with the others around her. But maybe, it is sometime else entirely.

Maybe it's because as he watches, he imagines it's him dancing with her instead.

Ann notices him watching, because of course she does, and she gives a smile. A teasing, but tiny grin, that's meant for him alone. It's a look that calms his envious thoughts, and leaves him suddenly feeling hot under his armor. The bit of jealousy he had fading into a rolling wave of desire. He almost smiles back. Almost. But he takes another sip of his drink instead. Let’s the bittersweet taste settle on his tongue to try and wash away his thoughts.

It doesn’t really work of course. Boba goes back to watching. Goes back to wondering—dreaming—about what it would be like if he was the one with her instead. He can’t seem to stop himself. Can’t stop the thoughts of how he’d look out there with her. How close she’d be to him. How breathtaking she looks. It's all swarming there in his head. A never ending tumble of thoughts and emotions that keeps him captivated with her.

At some point the person dancing with her leans closer to whisper in her ear, and suddenly he finds himself fighting off the subtle burn of jealousy again. He doesn’t even need to hear their words to know what they’re asking of her. He can’t even blame them for trying their luck, because he knows if he was in their position he would do the same. He’d honestly be surprised if they didn’t try to get Ann to come home with them that night. Not after how gorgeous she looked dancing in the nightclub lights.

Though unlike them, at least he knows he would actually have a chance. And that thought alone is what keeps him seated in place. Helps the jealousy fade again. Reminds him that he doesn't have to worry. Not with Ann. It makes him go back to just simply watching. Waiting for the answer from her that he already knows is coming.

Ann seems to say something back to them. Something he can’t quite make out, but he figures it out quickly when the dance partner finally looks his way. He almost wants to laugh at the face they make. Their smug grin drops immediately and the colour drains from their face. Most do once they realize just who exactly she’s with. His name carries weight, and if they don’t know him by name, they know him by face. Well. Helmet. And he’s made sure that trusty bucket of his is still clearly in sight.

The rumours about them have become more prevalent as of late too. People have begun to learn about Ann and Boba being… together. So to speak. The longer they worked alongside each other, the quicker the whispers among the criminal world about them being a couple had spread. Rumours about how they were more than just work partners catching before either could stop them in their place.

Boba doesn’t know how he feels about it all. At the start he hated them. Found Ann pretty annoying. Found the whispers about them together even more annoying. She was just a work partner. A skilled bounty hunter who he respected, and found he could deal with despite the irritability she caused. That was it. That's all they were.

Now it’s different of course. They’re a thing, but they’re also not a thing. Neither of them really know what they are to the other person. Especially not Boba. Most people would probably consider them lovers, and in a sense he supposes they are right to think so, but lovers feel almost too formal. But just friends? That seems to be too little. And just work partners at this point was just insulting. The bond they shared simply couldn’t be explained as being romantic or platonic. It was different. Unique. Something he hadn’t ever had with another person before.

Boba doesn’t really know what they are, but whatever it is makes Ann his, and makes him theirs. And he supposes that’s all that really matters. At least to them. To him.

The person Ann was with has vanished by the time he looks back, and she’s already returning to the table. Sliding into the seat across from him, with her cheeks flushed and a little grin on her face. “You scared away my dance partner.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gives her a little smile in return, and taps his finger on the table. “I’ve just been here minding my business, and sipping at my drink.”

She only hums at first. Stealing his cup right from out of his hands before taking a sip herself. He doesn’t really mind. He can’t really when he sees how her nose scrunches at the taste. A deep chuckle leaving him at the sight.

“Whiskey? Again?” She grumbles. Disgusted.

“Of course.”

“You need better taste.” She lets him take the glass back, as he hums amused at her words.

“I think my taste is just fine.” He murmurs, glancing over the rim of the drink to flicker his gaze over her form, before he goes and takes another sip. She doesn’t seem to notice his once over, or if she does she doesn’t say so. “You all tired out?”

“I think I have a few more songs left.”

“Want me to get you another drink then?” He offers, and she agrees with a nod. He waves down a waiter. Orders another one for both of them. Something sweet and just barely alcoholic for her. She’s had more than enough to drink tonight, and he’s thankful she doesn’t seem to protest at the choice he makes. When he’s done and the waiter leaves he turns back to her. “Anything else I can do for you, mesh’la?”

The nickname rolls off easily from his tongue. She doesn’t know what it means, or at least he believes she doesn’t seem to know. He wouldn't be able to bare the thought if she did. Doesn’t think he could ever handle the teasing she’d subject him to if she found out he’s been calling her beautiful this whole time. He’d honestly rather die than have to deal with that.

She seems to consider his words for a moment, before finally leaning forward to rest on her arms. Her smile bright, and almost suggestive. “Well, you could come dance with me?”

It’s a question they’re both familiar with. One she always makes sure to ask when they’re out together and she’s in a dancing mood. Though his answer never seems to change. No matter how many times they come to these places, and no matter how desperately they both want him to say yes, his reply is always the same. Always.

“No.” He shakes his head, glancing down to his almost empty drink to avoid her gaze. He really needs another with the night they’re having. “You know I don’t dance.”

She hums again. Gives a little shrug. “Suit yourself.”

And that’s that. She’s not upset or mad. It’s just simple acceptance. An understanding that only she could ever seem to have for him.

When the waiter comes back with what he ordered for them, she stays to drink a little with him. Chatting about this and that. Nothing really in particular. It isn’t until she’s done her drink where she goes to leave again. Standing, she leans in close to him. Catching him off guard. She kisses his cheek before he can begin to question her over it. Her lips grazing his ear as she whispers.

“Enjoy the show Boba.”

Then with that Ann is gone again. They’re back to the dance floor before he can say anything else. Not even giving him any chance to deny that he’s been watching her. He finds himself feeling warm under his layers again. His desire still flickering in his gut. And despite it all he does exactly as she says. He begins watching her again. He enjoys the show she puts on for him. Sipping at his drink and eyeing her up as she dances the night away.

Thankfully it’s only a few more songs before they both leave. He wasn’t sure how much more he could have handled that place if he was being honest. Even if he was enjoying watching her.

Ann and him walk back to the ship in a comfortable silence. Not a word to be exchanged. She’s leaning closer to him. Fingers brushing with his as they walk, but never daring to take his hands into hers. She would never do so in public. Always making sure to never overstep with him. Something he’s always more than appreciated.

When they finally get back to the ship Bubbles the loth cat greets them happily. Meowing and rubbing against their legs, before Ann picks him up to coo at him. They both need to shower. So he lets her go first. He usually does. Sometimes they’ll shower together, but he doesn’t think he has the energy to deal with showering with Ann tonight. He has a feeling if he does it’ll end in more than just getting clean. And as fun as that can be, his exhaustion from their earlier job, combined with the alcohol raging through his system, is now proving much stronger. Maybe another night he’ll join her, but for now he just wants to relax.

When she’s in the refresher, he starts his typical nighttime routine. He has a list of things he does before bed every day. Doesn’t feel good going to sleep unless he does it. He does a quick check of the supplies, looks at the status of the ship, and then makes sure everything is where it's supposed to be on board. Once satisfied with that he goes to his weapon racks and storage. Puts away most of what he has on him before moving on to his room to start removing his armor. Making sure to give Bubbles a pat on his head in passing.

Once Ann is done it's his turn for a shower, and he couldn’t be happier for it. The warm water brings a much needed relief to his aching muscles, and the steam seems to clear his head. He can't help but stand there under the spray for a moment. He can still smell her soap in the air. It’s some type of flower. Rose, he thinks, though he can’t really be sure. He’s not exactly a floral expert after all. But whatever it may be is unmistakably her, and it has him wanting to finish cleaning himself quickly to join her back in the other room.

Ann is on his bed when he finally gets out. She sleeps more in here with him than she ever does in her own bunk now. She’s braiding her hair at the moment, and he can’t help but notice she’s wearing one of his shirts again. Bubbles is curled next to her on the bed. Already fast asleep. His soft little purrs echoing quietly in the room.

He gets himself changed into some sleepwear. Just a simple shirt and pants. Doesn’t even bother to hide himself from her as he does. They both have already seen every inch of each other by this point. He doesn’t see the point in being shy now, and he can’t deny that he likes feeling her gaze shift to him as he dresses.

Boba spares her a glance over his shoulder, and she looks away. Acts as if she wasn’t just watching him change. It seems like he isn’t the only one who likes to watch the other, and he can’t help but smirk a little at the thought. He goes back to finishing his nightly routine after he’s done. Double checks that his armor and gear is stored away how he likes it, before doing his final round of the ship. It's like second nature at this point. The way he does this every night, and knows exactly how everything ought to be on board.

When he's back in the room again she’s now resting much more comfortably on the bed. She’s leaned back against a pillow while on her datapad. Reading probably if he were to guess. She likes reading. Does so every night before sleeping. He doesn’t dare ask what it’s about. The last time he did he had to listen to her ramble about the creation and history behind permacrete for hours. And as much as he enjoys seeing how excited she gets to talk about these things with him, he can’t say he wants to listen to something like that again right before sleeping.

Usually at this point he’d have her shift over so he can join her on the bed. It's kind of cramped if he’s honest. His sleeping compartment was clearly not meant for two people. They make it work though, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like getting to be snuggled closely to Ann every night. But tonight something stops him before he goes over. There’s a weird feeling in his gut. Like something just isn’t quite right.

Boba mentally checks off everything from his routine in his head again. He hasn’t missed anything. Doesn’t think so at least. He never misses anything. But still he can’t shake that feeling. Ann must notice his unease too. She glances up at him from the datapad. Her brows creased as she eyes him.

He decides to do another walkthrough. Maybe if he does he’ll figure out what’s wrong. But he doesn’t even get to the door of his room before he stops again. From the corner of the eye he’s caught sight of his stereo. It’s an old thing that he surprises that still works. He plays it sometimes when working around the ship. Glancing from it to Ann, who is once again back to reading whatever is on her datapad, seems to make everything click into place. Suddenly the weird feeling is beginning to make sense.

Boba doesn’t really know what’s come over him, but before he can stop himself, he’s stepping over to the stereo to turn it on. The music is slow as it starts. It’s soft, gentle, and it’s nothing like what was playing at the cantina that night. It’s exactly what he needs though, and when he looks to her again to catch her gaze, he knows it's something she needed as well.

She raises a brow at him with a little grin on her face. He doesn’t say anything. Neither does she. He just holds out a hand to her. A silent question that both of them already know the answer to.

“I thought you didn’t dance.” She teases him, but still she takes his hand. Datapad already long forgotten on the bed.

Boba only lets out a huff at her words as he pulls her close to his chest. His hands slip down to her hips, while her own go to rest on his forearm. He can’t help but give her a gentle squeeze, before they settle into the music easily. Swaying together to the beat, and bodies pressed flushed together.

The two move like this for a while. Sometimes he twirls her, and she giggles, before he pulls her back in closely. Rocking with her to a gentle beat. At some point they both look at each other. Their noses brushing before their lips finally meet. The kiss is soft. It’s sweet. The thundering of his heart is so loud in his ears, and he briefly wonders if she can hear it too. Hopes she can’t, because if she can he would never live it down. He already knows that she would tease him mercilessly for the rest of his days.

When they pull back from the kiss he allows his lips to trail down over her exposed skin. Kissing and nipping at her shoulder gently. He can’t help but nuzzle himself into the crook of her neck. Pressing another soft kiss along the scarred skin there as he does. Her shoulder quickly becoming a pillow for him to lay his head against, as he can’t help but slump against her. He feels so very tired, and she is so very comfy. His eyes are heavy, and his body is sore. He wants nothing more than to lay down with her in their bed, but he still finds himself not wanting to leave her embrace quite yet.

“Someone's tired.” She whispers with a gentle hum. Her fingers coming to brush through his still damp hair.

Boba can only seem to grunt in reply at first. They’re still dancing, though they sway more gently than before now. Only little rocking movements led by Ann that has him almost lulled to sleep against her shoulder right there. At some point they stop swaying altogether. Just standing there with him snuggled into her embrace as the music still plays softly in the background.

Boba could spend the rest of his life here he thinks. Wrapped in Ann’s arms without a care in the Galaxy. Her toying with his hair and pressing sweet little kisses to his temple. In their arms he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Not clients or targets. Not the reputation he’s built and has to uphold. Here he isn’t Boba Fett, the fearsome and notorious bounty hunter. No, here with Ann he is just Boba. He’s just himself. And that is something he can only ever comfortably be with her.

After some time there, Ann goes to pull away, but his grip holds fast. His arms around her tight. When he looks up to her he sees how she smiles again. It’s cheeky, and there’s a teasing glint to her eyes that makes him warm under her gaze.

“A little longer.” He says quietly. Mumbling as he nuzzles back into her neck. “Please.”

She only hums back at first. Presses another kiss to his temple as she does. So soft and sweet. Her voice coming out just barely above a whisper when she finally replies back to him.

“A little longer.”

And with those words from her they're swaying again.

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jocherry · 5 months ago

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*ping*

yeol 🌳

are you done yet baek?

baekhyun sighed when he read the msg of his bf. its past 11 he was still at his office. he is pretty sure no cab service would be available rn. top of that he had a terrible day at his office all he wanted was to sleep the day off. but he had to send some more emails to the clients regarding their ongoing projects, sleep can wait now.

to yeol 🌳

go to sleep tree I will be there in 30 min

he knew he lied to his bf, he doesn't even know how he is gonna reach home let alone in 30 minutes. he could have asked chanyeol to pick him up, but he didn't have the heart to burden his bf more. chanyeol would be tired too. his eyes would be sore from glaring at the computer screen all day. being a web designer was hard enough, baekhyun wouldn't mind selling his trip home to give yeol his much needed sleep.

cy has left his msg on read which means he is pretty much dozzing off right now. baekhyun thought of chanyeol sprawled on the bed like a starfish with zzar cuddling him like tiny plushie enjoying their bed all for himself. he shook his head in amusement.how much he wished to be a part of the cuddle party but atleast he was glad that chanyeol understood him n his job requirements. he took a deep breathe and got back to work again aiming to finish before midnight so that he could atleast catch the last bus home.

after some time,baekhyun leaned back on his chair with a whoof. Finally he was done for the day (say night). his back begged him to hit the bed already. he ran his fingers through his face in exhaustion contemplating his life decision of becoming an architect.it was tiresome most of the days ngl but he loved his profession nonetheless. he loved the feeling of witnessing people's contentment whenever they witness the output their dream buldings. he will not hesitate to pull a all nighter if he could perfect his job and make the client happy.

bh: damn I feel like borderline masochist

he can't help but to let a sigh again.he got up from his seat and gathered his stuff as quickly as possible. he turned the lights off in his cabin and headed to the entrance of his office. when he hit the road it was eerily quiet. he shrugged it off and he strolled towards the bus stop.of course everyone would be sleeping recharging for the next day.

But here he is totally drained, still not at home. he was few steps away from the bus stop, thats when he saw his only mode of transportation leaving without him. he ran towards the vehicle just for it leave him behind,this day can't be anymore cruel. he was stranded in middle of the road not knowing how to reach home, he felt like crying.

" need a ride back home arch?"

he got startled by the sudden voice. he snapped his neck towards his left to the direction of the voice. A wave of relief hit him when he realized it was none other than his boyfriend. he was leaning against his motorcycle hands folded on his chest, his hair kind of dishelved, he was sporting a smirk his dimples peeking adorably n he was clad in a white tee n sweats which made him look even more soft n cuddly.

baekhyun eyes glistened,he was never been so thankful for a mere presence of someone. he let out a choked sob and took big steps to reach his chanyeol. he literally threw himself on cy, hugged him so tight seeking comfort. chanyeol chuckled and hugged him back slightly lifting baekhyun off his feet. bh nuzzled his face on cy's crook relishing in his earthly scent. cy peppered his lil boyfriend with butterfly kisses on his hair trying to soothe him.

cy: are you okay baby?

chanyeol's low timbre voice eased his racing heart.bh shook his head in no.

cy: bad day?

bh nodded slowly in agreement.

cy: what can I do to make it better, hmm?

bh: you are here, my day was never been better (his voice got muffled on cy's shirt)

cy: awww my poor kitten (he cooed)

he took bh face in his hand, he can visibly see his exhaustion on his baekhyun's face. his eyes were little teary and his mouth in a visible pout. cy pecked his eyelids slowly, caressing his cheeks. he pressed their foreheads together.

cy: you did well today my sweetheart

his endearment pulled a small smile on bh face. he was clutching on his tee like a needy kitten.

bh: lets go home tree I m so tired

cy: yeah lets get this kitten home

cy ruffled his hair and lead bh to the bike. he handed over the another helmet to his boyfie. once they were settled, cy grabbed bh hands and secured it around his torso.

cy: hold on tight princess

bh let out a giggle and tightened his hold around chanyeol. baekhyun always loved bike rides especially during night. the warm press of cy's body, the chilling night breeze hitting his face, its a lowkey therapy for baekhyun if u ask him. he never wanted the rides to end but unfortunately they reached their destination after a short while. few hrs back he was desperate to go home but now he felt a lil sad at thought of ride had been cut short. (they rode for 30 min straight but its still short for him)

cy parked the bike at the basement n they both took the elevator to their floor. bh kept yawning throughout the ride, his eyelids getting heavy each second. cy noticed how bh fighting his urge to sleep.

cy: don't fall asleep byun I m not carrying you home

bh: ( he snickered) I can take myself home thank you very much.

cy stifled a laugh.the elevator pinged indicating the arrival of their floor. baekhyun was about to step off when his bf grabbed his hand. chanyeol turned baekhyun slid his hand under his thighs to carry him like bride. bh gasped as cy hoisted him up like he weighed none. he circled his hand around cy's neck naturally. cy stepped out of the elevator with bh on his arms.

bh: so much for not wanting to carry me around

cy: I know you love to be carried around kitten, its not my fault to be sucha devoted boyfriend.

baekhyun wanted to roll his eyes for chanyeol's remark but he was actually right about his liking so he decided to give this one to cy. he punched the code as soon as they arrived at their doorstep. he tossed the bag on the sofa and removed his shoes at the door while cy was still holding him as oh so perfect boyfriend he is.

bh thought cy gonna tuck him in bed once they arrived but he had different plans. chanyeol placed him on one of the chairs in the kitchen island.

bh: aren't we going to bed?

cy: yes but only after you eat smthn

bh: tree I am so sleepy I don't think I could feed myself.

cy: hold on for 5 min pls I m gonna reheat the dinner hmm?

bh: tree please ffs I want to sleep

he groaned as his bf showed deaf ears to him he pressed his face on the cold tiles of the counter top and tried to get some shut eyes till chanyeol prepared the food.

cy reheated the pasta he had for dinner. he knew bh wouldn't have eaten anything since lunch. he forgets abt everything when he gets immersed in his work. The microwave beeped cutting his thoughts short.

he nudged baekhyun who has been drooling off on the tiled island. bh woke up and tried to recognize the surrounding he was in. cy's voice brought him back to reality. he squinted his eyes at chanyeol before him who have been extending a spoon to his mouth.

cy: baby say ah!!

he lifted the spoon with the dinner and waited for bh to open his mouth. bh ate whatever chanyeol put it in his mouth. It was delicious nonetheless. he was famished but his sleepiness overpowered him to make him forget about the food,but who is he to refuse if his bf gonna feed him like a toddler.

bh: tree its tastes so good ( he cheered)

cy smiled at the compliment of bh

cy: anything will taste good if you're are hungry baek.

bh: no it genuinely taste good

cy : if you say so kitten, now eat up n finish the bowl hmm?

bh hummed in response and continue to munch on his feeding. the bowl got emptied in mean time. chanyeol patted the cheek of baekhyun as sign of telling him good boy for finishing his dinner. he put out the dishes inside the sink and handed a baek a glass of water.

the moment water hits his throat, bh realized how dry they were. He couldn't remember when was the last time he drank water for that day. chanyeol might have read his mind.

cy: when was the last time you took a sip of the water baek?

bh was busy chugging down the water like a man in dessert that he almost choked on cy's question

bh: I can't remember tbh

he put the glass down and stared at the glass on the counter like its some kind of astonishing thing. chanyeol shook his head in disappointment

bh: sorry I was so busy today

cy: that doesn't give you the excuse to not to eat or drink anything

bh pouted at him, giving him his best puppy eyes hoping his bf would leave him off the hook tdy.

bh: I will be a new leaf tmrw I promise now lets get to bed please

cy sighed

cy: I will deal with you tmrw

bh knew he will get a earful from chanyeol. but he loves when cy turns on his mom mode and chiding him to eat well. also he makes his fvrt strawberry pancake feeling bad for reprimanding him. baekhyun is not new for yeol's antics and he absolutely adores his bf for that.

cy: come on baek

bh refused and extended his arm towards his bf. cy looked at him like he didn't have clue abt what he is doing

bh: carry me

cy: what?! bedroom is merely ten steps away baek

bh: pwese

baekhyun managed to pull his best aegyo possible to make his cy carry him. chanyeol has no immunity when it comes to his aegyo n puppy language. especially now baekhyun asking him with atmost cuteness with those little droopy eyes, his pink lips in a fcking pout chanyeol was a gone case. he still wonders how did he ended with this puppy ( no kitten) man.

he took bh hand and lifted him upto his waist again. he tried to act non chalant so bh wouldn't think he got swayed by his aegyo. but bh know better abt his bf weekness

cy: I spoil you too much

bh: n I love being your spoiled baby

cy: baby?! more like brat!!

bh: but yours anyway

cy's heart did a somersault. bh really knows how to fluster him. even after five years of dating, his flirtatious mouth never seen a day off. (baekhyun was about to open the room door)

cy: be quiet baby

bh: why?!

cy: zzar is sleeping on our bed

bh: oh my!!

bh opened it as quiet as possible. once they entered, he switched on the room light to see a white ball of fur in the middle of the bed sleeping silently. bh wanted coo at his daughter. He controlled his urges as it might wake her up. cy put him down and scurried off to the closet to bring him a pair of pajamas.

cy: hurry ( he whispered pointing towards the bathroom)

bh: aye aye captain ( he whispered back giving a mock salute)

bh quickly cleaned himself up and got out wearing his fav pair of pajamas. cy was already on his side of bed laying flat on his stomach petting her softly without disturbing her. ngl it was a really a sight to behold.

he joined them quietly. he layed flat on his stomach too and started petting the big puppy in the room. cy's hair was so soft he felt like he was running his hands through clouds.

cy: she misses you b

bh: I miss her too yeol I couldn't spend more time with her as my work decided to be a bitch

cy: mhmm,eventhough I accompanied all evening, she kept looking at the door to see if you are coming, I could almost sense the longing in it.

bh: gosh my baby ( he leant down and pressed a peck on her head lightly) papa is so sorry

bh: I feel like a bad parent

cy: you are

bh: yaaaa ( he punched his bf shoulder)

cy hissed in pain quite enough not to disturb the sleeping beauty

cy: I was joking you idiot

he spat back and continued to pet her again. bh was picking at the invisible dust on the bedsheet feeling guilty. cy noticed it.

cy: you are not a bad parent baek its not your fault that your works consumes your time. don't worry you will always be her fvrt dad, I was kind of little jealous when she didn't give single ounce of attention all the evening. she loves you so much

bh: awww my princess I raised you well good job!!

now its cy turn to pout.

cy: you both are so mean.

bh giggled at the sight of chanyeol sulking. he lifted his body slightly to peck chanyeol's lips.

bh: and guess what, I love you so much

bh murmured at cy's ears making yeol blush.

cy: I thought you were sleepy

bh: aren't you gonna say it back?!

cy: say what?

bh: never mind

baekhyun mood dampened again. he put a distance between both of them proceeded to lay on his back to get some sleep. chanyeol eyed his bf who was trying mask his disappointment.

cy: let me put zzar back on her bed so we won't accidentally crush her on our sleep.

bh pretended to sleep. cy sighed and carried zzar back to her bed. he switched off the lights the moonlight illuminating the room was enough for him to make it back to bed. bh was facing the other side of the room ignoring chanyeol, when he got back. baekhyun pretended to sleep but secretely he was wishing chanyeol to do something( don't ask him what). the bed dipped on the other side showing chanyeol is on the bed too. there was a pregnant silence for five min,only the sound of fan running around filling the place.

he hears low snores from the other side of the bed which indicates chanyeol is sleeping,baekhyun decides to give up as he realizes there is no point in waiting. he can feel his eyes getting wet, he scoffs at himself for a feeling like a teenager. A weight settles on his chest he hoped it goes off if he slept in.

suddenly a strong arm snakes throw his waist pulling him closer. His back hits with sterdy chest which he is very familiar with. chanyeol throws one leg over bh's legs tangling them together. he nuzzles his face into baekhyun's neck starts kissing his fvrt spot. bh squirms at the contact of lips but he remains silent without uttering a word.

cy: is my kitten mad?

cy's voice near his ears sent shiver down his spine. but still he decides not to react.

cy: you know zzar was not the only one who kept looking at the door, her daddy did too. you have no idea how much I missed you baby.

he gets no reply from the other male. he knows bh is listening. he bites the bh's ear to get a reaction out of his boyfriend. on the other hand bh was so close to turn around and kiss chanyeol senseless. he decided against to see how far his bf goes to pacify him ( he is being a bitch, he knows that too)

cy: babyyyyyy

chanyeol whines.

cy: okay I m sorry I just wanted to tease you alright

still silence

cy: I love you too baek I love you so much I love you like how poets love moon, how sailors love northern star, how waves love the shore, how -

his monlogue was cut short by the pair of lips on his. baekhyun knocked the wind out of chanyeol. the kiss was slow, their lips fitted perfectly like a missing puzzle pieces. they made out for few min and they pulled back in need of air. they stared at each other admiring each other in the moonlight.

chanyeol traced his fingers along the face of bh, like he tried to memorize the every single cell of baekhyun.

cy: I love you like how baekhyun would love chanyeol in every universe.

bh felt like he was going to cry again but this time out of cy's love for him. It was the best confession he had ever heard in his life.

bh: where did learnt to speak like this,huh?

cy: It comes naturally if you live with a baekhyun too.

bh: too bad only you get to experience it in this wholeworld

cy: my goodness, I might have saved people in my past lives

bh snorted at the cy's reply.

bh: okay smooth talker lets sleep we got to wake up again in 6 hrs.

cy: aye sir

bh buried his face in chanyeol's chest, his arms around his torso hugging him like a skinship deprived caveman. cy cuddles him with his face resting on his head. a question pops up in bh mind out of nowhere

bh: tree..

cy: hmm

bh: I rmb msging you to sleep, then why did u come to pick me up? It was such a hassle for you

cy: I really don't mind picking you up from the office, I love surprising you like that and also

( he cradles bh's face in his palms)

cy: the bed was cold without you, how do you expect me to sleep when my cuddle bear is missing huh?

bh was sure he is about combust overchanyeol's sweetness. he secretly thanked heavens for bringing chanyeol to him.

bh: awww my cute tree now your cuddle bear is here, I will keep you warm all night okay!!

cy nods his head shyly.

bh: wait how did you know I have no ride home, I don't rmb mentioning abt it.

cy: you have so much question for a sleepy person

bh: last one I promise

cy: jaehwan accidentally called me instead of you, informing to pick your car up tmrw mrng and when I texted u I thought you would make it before 11, but you only saw my msg around 11.30 so I decided to show up,be your knight in shining armor.

bh: ohhhhh

cy: did u got your answers arch? shall we sleep now?

bh: yeah but thank you tree for coming yk I don't konw what would I've done without you

cy: Its nothing my kitten hmm I would do anything for you, I would -

bh: okay enough mr. monlogue lets fucking sleep for real now.

bh cuddled back again

cy: just because I love you don't u think i will let you off the hook abt skipping meals and water.

bh hummed in response no energy to bite back. he could almost taste strawberry pancake in his mouth. cy smiled at his boyfriend and pecked his hair.

cy: good night love

bh: good night tree

bh fell asleep instantly looking frwd to wake up next to chanyeol already.

(jaehwan- cy's frnd and also the owner of service station)

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atvace · 1 year ago

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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 5: Rabbit Hole

Masterlist

You tidied your bedroom a little to make it more comfortable. you did some sweeping, you cleaned the window, and pulled out your carpet. You have your beanbag, scented candles, and those carts with wheels in white to fill in your midnight cravings. you have 2 small fridges to store your skincare and cold beverages.

you ordered a customized mattress to place in the bed frame. if you weren't so lazy, you would've replaced it with metal. you have a full XL bed with soft satin covers, you have your varieties of Squishmallow on top and an Ikea Blahaj plushie.

Moving to the window with beige curtains, you have your own desk. well, Price or Artofay never really told you about having to do paperwork but you have your military laptop with cute stickers around it because you hated the dirty yellow color. Beside it, theres a round desk mirror with a portable lamp to do your makeup and skincare.

It's nice to see outside the window too while at it. your clothes are neatly hung on a clothing rack. below it, there are a few boxes of the heels you brought. you took your time admiring your hard work in your own room until there was a knock on the door.

"Hi, (y/n). can we come in?" Soap peered to your level with Gaz behind. you leaned yourself to the door frame, crossing your arm "Is it gonna be 'how was your room makeover' or 'can I lay in your bed', Soapy?" you smirked at them eyeing your bedroom. "How'd you know? should've used witch as your callsign" Gaz laughs. well, you're not wrong. when you were busy in your own room, Soap wouldn't stop talking about the empty ikea boxes in the base's trash bin.

"Please. I'll cook you... what does American like.. Oh, Cheeseburger!" Soap pleaded with a try-hard puppy eyes. "Do not touch my Squishmallow." you stated and he sprinted into your bed the time you moved to the side. "(y/n), Knowing well you've been doing this all alone, I genuinely think you did a great job decorating a whole room," Gaz commented as he was looking through your scented candles. "It's more than decorating, this is my therapy and work out." you smiled at Gaz.

"God this is the softest fucking bed I've ever been in.." Soap buried himself into your bed. You just chuckled at the two snooping around in your room. you sat in your beanbag scrolling through your phone.

Gaz opened one of your small fridge, he was confused at the content. "(y/n), I know you're rich and all but.." you look up to him "...you drink nia..cy an mide?" he squinted his eyes at your niacinamide face serum. your eyes widen in terror. "Jesus, Gaz. I'm sorry sweetie but please put that back carefully." you pointed at the small glass pipette bottle he's holding. "Oh, I'm sorry (y/n)" he did what he was told.

"It's my skincare thing. you know those jelly things girls wear..." You smiled and got up. "the fridge don't just cool the contents, it kills bacterias in it too." you explained. showing Gaz your skincare routines. "can we do that?" Soap's head emerged from your covers. "Do what exactly..?" you glance at your bed squashed by a humongous man. "Jelly on face thing. can we do that"

you paused and looked at Gaz who is nodding in agreement. "What's your skin type?"

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"Si," Price called. "Here is the last ammunition. it's best we store the combat supplies now. Have you packed?" he gave the last two boxes to Ghost. "I have, capt." He coldly said before placing the boxes and scanning the trunk. he noticed something he hasn't seen, the biggest box in the corner of the trunk.

"What's this one?" Price looked up from the table. "Which?" "The one with carved LD, rectangular black box." Price paused for a moment before forming his mouth into an 'ooh'. "Princess's, those are customized," he said clearing the table off. Ghost got irritated hearing your nickname. "your favorite, I see." he closes the trunk angrily, it made the other car alarm go off.

Price quickly turn the car down with a remote and sighed, "Simon, please." he leaned to the table facing Ghost. "She doesn't even have respect the first she sees me," He walked towards the captain. "she's all 'I wear what I want' bullshit, that's a liability to us, Captain." he crossed his arms to his chest. "Simon, this is getting out of hand." Price defended, he scoffed beneath his mask. "She's the one getting out of hand, one day she'll make a mistake and all she can do is say 'Oopsie Daisy' like a little bitch." Ghost's voice grew angry.

"Simon, you do not call your superior-"

"Was." Ghost refute.

"She was, captain. I admit it, she IS the FBI's world-class multimillionaire soo much above us, richer than four of us combined. claimed hundreds even thousands of honors authentication from the governor, I know." He pointed at the small pink Barbie heels toy Price got for you as a map dummy.

"but she was demoted for a reason, and I know she will make a nuisance on the field." He rested his tensed fist on the table.

"Simon," Price sighs. "If I demote you from lieutenant, does that make you less valuable?" he knitted his eyebrow and looked through Simon's eyes. Price made him tensed slightly. hearing the word 'demoted' draws images of you in Simon's mind, but he kept his head high. "Depends on the reason, captain."

"what if the reason I relegated you was because you don't trust your own teammates?" Price tilted his head, digging for another complaint from Ghost. if he says he's not dumbfounded at Price's statement, He'd be lying.

"If I were you, I would feel the same, Simon. but just for now, please. Her first mission with us starts tomorrow, and I hope that changes your doubt." He opened a multipurpose screwdriver set. Ghost then sigh in defeat and glanced at his tactical wristwatch. '3.45 PM,'

Price gandered at the time too. "You have two something hours until our team meeting. Might as well unwind yourself for a moment. I want the meeting less personal and more rational could you do that for us, Simon?" Price said whilst fixing a device, dismissing Ghost softly. "Affirmative. I will take my leave, captain." Ghost bowed slightly and left Price alone in the garage.

upon leaving the garage, he found out that the shed and range remained untouched. taking a trip to the cafeteria, he lost his tea appetite due to the sudden tranquility. he noticed the box of Jenga and uno Soap brought to play with the team is in the exact same place.

"too bloody quiet." He muttered. he also found out there was nobody in the main bathroom. "Soap?" his voice echoed against Soap's empty bedroom, the same goes for Gaz's bedroom. "Where the fuck is everyone." He heard his own heartbeat and footsteps bouncing in the hallway.

he ran his palm to the top of his head, slightly anxious. He enjoyed the silence, but too silent is suspiciously weird for someone as loud as Soap and Gaz. But soon then he realizes after that your room is the last chamber he have not checked. He noticed that the door isn't closed shut, he took his time to eavesdrop.

"AND THEN BOOM he got hit by a big ass truck!" Your voice resonated. "Whaaat?!" Gaz and Soap's laughter is heard after. Ghost sighs in relief and decided to glance at the sight. your room was rather dark, the only thing lighting up is your Bath and Body Works scented candles.

Soap wearing a pink skincare bandana with a heart-shaped plush in front of it. his face is covered in some kind of a green gooey jelly-looking substance. but his eyes and mouth remained bare. Gaz's wearing a yellow pineapple imprinted bandana too, but the jelly thing he smeared all over his face is pink.

and you are wearing a white bandana, your hair is neatly tied with a silk robe that reaches your knee. but your thighs were exposed from the slit of the side making you look illegally divine. you have black jelly slathering all over your face. honestly, you guys were just wearing a jelly mask. something someone like Ghost would have no idea about. you can wear a clay mask and he'd think you fell to a cow shit.

"When I was on duty in Cali, the radio of our car actually played TS's song. I think it was like Lover or something, Gaz? remember that time?" Soap tapped Gaz's shoulder as you continuously nodding while filing your nail. "Yeah, and since then Soap was all about Swifties." the three of you laughed at Gaz's statement. "I'm not sure about my song of choice though, I.." Gaz shrugged his shoulder. "I listen to anything I feel like. mostly Beyoncè." Soap tilts his head to you, "Remember that one time about the awards drama thing?"

you clicked your tongue and threw your nail filers to the side, "is it the VMA? like that one time when Kanye said something like 'this is suppose to be beyoncè' type of shit, like who the fuck does he think he is, I love Beyonce but TS deserves that win too." you gossiped while tilting your head to Soap. "Girl, you know I think he's giving-" "Desperation." You, Gaz, and Soap said at the same time.

"That dumbass, quote on quote MADE Taylor Swift famous while she was winning an award-" Soap flicked your Prada magazine page while squinting his eyebrows. "How does that add up???" Gaz replied. "I know right??" Soap rolled his eyes.

you were laughing with the two until the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of another life."...Ghost?" Your calling made the two of them jolted, only to see He's leaning in the dark inside your walls already. "(y/n), you're delusional no one is-" Ghost took a step forward letting the light from your candle illuminates him. "Bloody hell you're scary" Gaz hides his face with the magazine Soap is holding.

"People smearing their face with colorized mud versus my existence. I think you're more horrific." He sternly said. Ghost was actually impressed that you noticed his arrival. "It's called Skinwalker, Ghost." Soap exclaimed. "..Skincare," you whispered. "It's called skincare, Ghost." he tuned again.

Ghost rolled his eyes and walked towards the three of you. you were laying flat on your stomach in your bed whilst Gaz and Soap is on the floor leaning against your bed. "There's space here if you'd like." you put yourself in a sitting position and patted the empty space of your bed. he pauses himself before deciding to join the three of you.

but as he sat down, there was a pause between the four of you. Gaz, Soap, and you glanced at Ghost whose making the bed sinking into him as if he was a dark hole.

but not long after that, a small creak and the sound of the bedframe breaking down made you, Gaz, and Soap yelp.

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Ghost watches you angrily dumping your duffle bag near his wardrobe. you were walking around his room placing down your necessities in certain spots. he lets you use his desk to put down a few bottles of your morning skincare.

"(y/n) I-" "Don't." you cut him off as you plug your mini skincare fridge into an available power socket. "I rather not talk about it, I won't beef about it I promise." You huffed your cheek in annoyance.

"Okay, you can use the bed on top. I'll use the lower mat-" "That'll do." you cut him off again. he was slightly irritated but your tone and words reminds him of how he'd treated Soap back when he was first assigned to him.

"Okaaay. I thank whoever is in the sky for whatever mess that happened tonight," you took a deep breath and close your eyes, locking your fingers together. "I hope with today's bad luck, tomorrow will go smoother." you exhaled dramatically. "Okay, I'm off to Capt's." you turned your back and left the room. "Byee." you sarcastically cooed as the door closes behind you.

Ghost sighed in defeat and eventually walked towards the door. but he couldn't help but notice a piece of Polaroid has slipped through one of your binders book. he didn't want to care but he's genuinely worried if it was important.

picking up the small square film, he flips it to see the content. God, you wish you saw his eyes widening in terror. it was someone's mug shot, with a concerning amount of bruises in the face.

On the board, it said 'Rick McRaynott'. Price's voice about your drug smuggling case that made you demoted replayed in his head. he looked over his own desk that you've occupied with her pink binder book and a few bottles of skincare he can't pronounce.

the cover of the book has a red lipstick kiss mark in the middle with a suspicious amount of doodles in the corners. on the center, it said 'Burn Book' with multiple cut-out letters. he scooted over and opened your book. On the first page, there was a thin FBI identification card with your picture printed too. it was inside a plastic and glued securely.

Federal Bureau of Investigation

(Y/N) (L/N)

Place and birth of date: Classified, */**/****

Rank: Executive Agent In Charge

status: Active on Field

card validity period: November 2025

Property of The United States Of America

in God we trust.

he sighed at the card and flipped the pages again. despite the repugnant content, there are multiple cat stickers and doodled flowers all over the pages. even a letter sticker saying 'Homicide UwU' and green tape with frog doodles around the edges of the page. he bit his tongue after recalling how many times he has snitched to Price about you because of his own personal hesitation. he felt guilty.

God, it looked like Leonard Lake's diary but it's all pink and glitters. he saw gruesome pictures of a soaked bloody machete with a note saying 'evidence weapon:3' in blue glitter ink. another picture of a presumably deceased Japanese man with the guts spilling out of a bathtub, followed by your handwritten note again. 'Koisheki (35), 8-10-2018' and a red stamp saying 'solved' over it.

he rubbed his temper in stress because there are multiple gut-wrenching pictures of the victim's dead body. but he lost it in the mug shot pictures with again, your handwriting. saying:

'Mateo X - Rania Gianvito Rossi Pumps'

'Alba R - Emmy London Rebecca Suede Pumps'

'Elioud H - Louis Vuitton Patent leather nude pumps'

he killed multiple people before, he saw gushes, wounds, and unexplainable injuries and he treated them well. but something about your 'Burn Book' surprisingly took a chunk out of his sanity. he never expected himself to discover that the classified stuff you went through before demotion was something that can shake his senses.

"Bloody fucking hell," He quickly places Rick's mugshot on the empty note saying '8 Inch black heels PLEASER BEYOND' assuming that it's where the film belongs.

he fast walked from his room towards Captain Price's office. rethinking his life choices about going through your binder clip. As he was walking, he thought about all the contents. Mid-walking, he stopped in his tracks and inhaled sharply at the sudden realization.

Those abhorrent pictures in the mugshot weren't just assaulted criminals. it's your handwritten records of which high heels you've beaten them with.

you've been working alone. you tortured those bandits by yourself, with your heels.

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"Alright," Price spread open the rolled map on the table, right in the center of the room. Ghost's eyes haven't left your head, but you didn't notice this. Price placed a few pawns on top of the map and colored Sharpies. the small pawn toys consist of a Barbie heel, a skull toy, a cap, a fish, and a bullet. "How come you get to be the cool one?" Gaz picked up the small fish toy. "I think the fish reminds me of you when we went fishing in Islamorada." Price chuckled as he wrote down something with the marker.

your eyes glistened in awe as you pick up the small pink Barbie shoe. you felt Soap's hand around your shoulders. "Let's be tactical, yeah Dior?" He chuckled to you as you look up at him. "affirmative, sir" you playfully leaned to his side.

Time flies as Price plans out the mission. for some apparent reason, the kidnapper hasn't really contacted anyone in the authorities for bail money. After a few talks and conclusions, the hostage is needed alive. you pointed at a specific spot on the map, "Hostage situation is always needed alive. Unless a ransom is fulfilled, they either dismiss her or eliminate her. But in this case, Its obvious that they don't want our interference." you concluded.

"I think it's best if we do a translucent scout complaisant...which sounds stupid." You said, placing your Barbie heels on top of the Scrabble in the map. "...bargain search and clear?" Gaz commented at your statement. "That sounds stupid too, I guess."

"That's not a bad idea, Dior." Price moved his bullet pawn beside yours. "Soap hijacks cctv, Gaz look out. Capt and Lt could do the sweeping," You drew a few lines around the map. "And you? gonna sit still?" Ghost hissed. "I was about to say I'm gonna lurk with Soap's vision but since you said that, maybe I'll change my mind." You sarcastically shrugged.

"Bloody fuckin hell." He muttered. "Is 'bloody fuckin hell' your signature catchphrase or all british says that" you raised your eyebrow which irritated him. but he held back after the content im your book replayed in his mind. "I think that was extraneous but I do agree about the lurking part." your eyes sparked at Price's.

"(y/n), are you going to use your compound?" Soap drawed a few lines in the map, which caused you to look at Price with sad eyes. "we have that choice, you think the one you broke is the only compound in the world?" he chuckled. "I mean, I'm confident to hit streaks. maybe I'll need a lot of arrows that can crush skulls." You place your finger in your chin, "For plucking eyeballs, I need the ones with a contracting stemmed bullet point." you added.

"we have that. were heading to the headquarter first before Urzsk, I'm sure they have multiples kind of arrows with a bunch of stocks." Price said looking down proudly at the plan they've discussed. "or you should hold at least two handguns, just in case." Gaz continued, you smile at him in agreement.

Task Force 141 decided to intelize the kidnapper, bait with bail, get to the location, clear and go home. easier said than done, thats one. "They won't hesitate to kill her if we made the wrong move, I think the biggest responsibility will be at my stake." you tightened the bow in your robe. "Then don't make the wrong move or shake the pot." You frowned at Ghost's statement.

"Alright off to bed you kiddos, we should leave earlier in the morning, avoiding rush hours. pack for a week, snacks for 3 hours, I drive. dismissed!" Price clasped his hand and tidied the map. you rolled your eyes and left the room.

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You stretched yourself in your...well, Ghost's bed. but technically its kinda yours for a few night until they replaced your bedframe. but you have your covers and a fluffy blanket to keep yourself cozy.

you used your eyecover and layed facing to Ghost's bed. usually at this hour, you're busy scrolling TikTok to see Leon Kennedy thirst trap edit, Tumblr to see Miguel O'Hara nasty fanart or Ao3 to catch up your favorite fanfics of other fictional dilfs you worryingly simp over but tomorrow is a big day for you.

you heard the door creaking open and closes. you knew who it was so you don't bother to see who it is. you could hear him laying on his bed and taking his time to position himself comfortably. you pay no mind.

"(y/n)-" "No." you cut him off. your peace is disturbed as you feel your jaw is gripped with strong palms, yanking you up from the bed. "You bloody fucking look at me, y'hear?" you pressed his buttons too much now.

"Well I definitely can see you right fucking now, Ghost." you hissed, your eyelids fluttered as he ripped your sleeping eye mask off. "Hey!" you slapped his wrist off your jaw. his hand is fucking hard. "You rip my shit, I'll shove your balaclava up your ass!" you take over your eyemask checking for any signs of torned. "What is wrong with you? are you mad at me because I drank tea with milk or what?" You faced him fearlessly.

"Nu uh, you're just bloody fucking annoying," he sternly said. "and you better not fuck up tomorrow's mission." your mouth falls agape at his judgement.

"Fuck you mean nu uh, I ain't done shit." You crossed your arm in annoyance. "You better have some respect for your lieutenant tomorrow, because we're going tactical, you fucking demoted shit." He threateningly pointed at you. "When the lieutenant has earned my respect, then I'll be fucking tactical, brits." You fumed to him, he glared daggers to you and tilt his head disturbingly whilst you put your eye mask back on. "I'm sorry?"

"apology accepted." you pull your blanket over your head, huffed and sleep facing back from him.

He was stunned.

Ghost, a man of war. there's no way he is going to sleep easily, hell the last time he slept comfortably was definitely when he came to his apartment back in Manchester. Which was a long time ago, he has severe insomnia.

You were softly breathing in your sleep, which was good. you definitely didn't have dirty thoughts about your fictional men before you fall asleep. Ghost in the other hand, he has your binder book in his bed and his laptop dimming the light. everytime you turn in your sleep, he'd briskly pull his cover so you wouldn't see your book in his hands if you were about to wake up.

he enjoyed the silence and the soft muttering you made as he was researching your past cases. he found out a lot of things.

your personal beef with Sheperd, the classified governer's website and how to access them. A lot about Kate Laswell and other people. he even managed to dig himself into your records back when you're in a private military school.

He sees your flaw, your strength, your insecurities, pictures of your childhood, pictures of you proudly cuffing your first felon, picture of you and Kate Laswell when she got married to her wife, and a copy of your demotion letter. with a handwriten sticky notes below it

'Fuck the military' he rolled his eyes as he read it.

he found out about your mom, but not your dad. which is weird to him. he actually gets to learn about you, even your ex lovers. he knows your specific customized starbuck drink, knew your favorite food, your period cycle, knew why you were so petty to everyone, your Leon Kennedy obssession, why you bitch a lot, why you wear heels all the time, why you-

"No please don't.." Ghost pulled his covers in reflex. "...Dad, could you not do that... I can't.." he gazes his eyes to you sleep talking.

"No I dont like this, can you make it stop... please"

'Jesus, she better not be cryin, I ain't paid enough for that.' he got up and sat in his bed watching your voice shifting from talking to whimpering, listening to every word you muttered in your sleep.

Unfortunately, his expressions changed when you started to hyperventilate.

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sohmiya · 1 year ago

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okayy, so I read your last answer to the hcs I sent you (which ofc I smiled and screamed at!!) at 3am, and then again at 7am—so bc I only read it mere hours ago, here's my insecure sidenote of: I hope you enjoy reading these and don't find my presence in your inbox annoying <3

now that's out the way, i have more hcs! but for your other pairings too bc i love them sm soo i have a feeling this will get really long asdfghjkl.

Miko x Evren

At every appropriate opportunity, I just see Ev casually pulling Miko to sit in his lap. Like, just takes her hand, pulls her towards him and she just falls into his lap. I imagine it happens so often, even when one of them are in mid-conversation, and it's just so normal to them that they never bat an eyelid.

Which brings me to them being this — x

Alsoo, I imagine the two of them going to this huge, renowned formal event together, and Ev's all dressed up in his suit and he's waiting for Miko to her finish and then she'd come out and say "so, how do I look?" and Evren would be genuinely starstruck (haha, our starstruck pairing <3), all his feelings and thinking 'omg, I can't believe you're my girlfriend'

So he'd wrap his arms around pull her to stand between his legs and go "you look breathtaking" and then he'd wait for a second before saying "you know, we can stay home. we don't have go, we can just stay here and chill" and I see Miko smiling and arching a brow like "we have to go, besides, would you say the same thing if we were going to a Grammy award show where you were nominated?" bc she'd know how much he wants to win one and Evren would look up at her with pretty hooded eyes, and he'd be feeling all soft and romantic and whisper "oh, Sanada" and then he'd kiss her hipbone and say, "i'd take you over a Grammy any day" — see in my head this is an event they have to go to, but if they didn't then Ev would definitely be on his fucking knees...happily.

Ooo, and I imagine Evren chilling with his parents one day and casually saying "Miko says she wants us to have what you two have and I agree" and it's just a really cute family moment bc I see Rosa and Javier looking at each other and smiling like 'we did such a good job with him and we're happy that he's happy'

Cy x Frankie

Crushing stage: I imagine Frankie getting into training early one morning and Cypress is there and he's sitting there with a Starbucks cup and calls out a "hey" to her and when she approaches he slides the cup across the table and it's matcha. and Frankie's all 😧 "you got me a drink?" and Cy just goes "Evren mentioned that you like them" and then he just walks off like it's the most normal thing in the world and like he wasn't overthinking that whole interaction.

Alsoo the first time Frankie takes Kenzo to nursery, I imagine him holding like three of her fingers bc his hand is so small and he's casually saying "and Cypri says he really likes you" "and Cypri says you're prettyyy" "and Cypri—" and then Kenzo gets distracted by a butterfly or something and then doesn't finish the rest of his sentence.

But alsoo Cy inviting Frankie over and they're casually talking and whatever, but she's been really tired bc of matches & practice and stuff, and she ends up falling asleep. I see Cy carrying her to his bedroom so she can sleep comfortably, and probably leaves one of his sweaters beside her so she can change if she wants to when she wakes up.

Sam x Milan

I see Sam asking Milan something like "so what did you wish for at 11:11? it can't be tennis related!" and he thinks about it for a second, debates whether to tell her and just goes "that's easy, I wished for you. for us. what else would I wish for?"

But alsoo like the two of them sending each other good luck messages before their matches <3

Bc Milan likes photography, I always think that he'd have a separate insta account with the username @/filmbymilan and it's a whole load of pictures, but there's a whole highlight story section just full of pictures of Sam.

I also see them still being best friends whilst in a relationship so stuff like this — x

And alsoo those hugs at the airport when they're waiting for each other. Milan's arms around Sam, the spinny hugs, the muttering into the crook of your neck like "I missed you, did you miss me?" "ew, definitely not (affectionate)" <3

Lizzy x Léa

It's canon that Lea gets flustered by a hand on the thigh and I imagine Lizzy not knowing and just puts her hand there at some point and Léa just goes '...asdfghjjkl 🤯' and can't speak for a few seconds and then Lizzy would be all smiley and go "hey, you okay?" and Léa's just chokes out "yeah, yep, yes...fine" which is odd bc she never really gets flustered.

Bc Léa loves baking I imagine her going "Liz, I made cake! wanna try some?" and I imagine Lizzy finding it really cute bc Léa's only other obsession is football so baking's a sweet difference.

Léa also has a younger twin brother called Leandro, I see him getting on with Lizzy just bc Leo's a bit like sunshine and when they meet for the first time I imagine Leo being all "so my sister finally admitted she had feelings for you, about fucking time. she was so nervous for her first date with you" which Léa counters and the two of them probably have a mini argument lol

I always see Léa being super professional when it comes to training, but when with Lizzy, when they're away from others, she's confident and sweet. so when they're back home, as soon as they walk through the door Léa would be like "you played really well today, and you looked beautiful, and I've been thinking about kissing you all day" and she'd say it all in a really quick breath bc half the time she's still shocked that Lizzy's her girlfriend.

STOP I ENJOY THESE SO MUCH YOU NEVER ANNOY ME!!!!!!

the way that first hc instantly gave my butterflies 😩😩😩 no cause i can imagine it in my head so clearly like miko is rambling about something and like mid-ramble, evren momentarily interrupts her to mumble “come here” or he stretches out a hand to signal her to come closer and miko just keeps talking while getting cozy on his lap then she pauses for a bit to make sure her position isn’t killing his legs like “this okay?” and evren just nods then miko continues her rambling shzjjssjsjs they’re so cute UGH AND THAT PIN!!!!! let me save that to their section rq 🏃🏻‍♀️

"oh, Sanada" and then he'd kiss her hipbone and say, "i'd take you over a Grammy any day"

UNGHHH he just knows the words to say 🫦 no because depending on how persuasive evren could be, miko wouldn’t mind being “fashionably” late……. 🫣 DJDSNFBSJSJ

no but yeah i totally headcanon them having at least one event they were late to and they were so focused on fixing their appearance afterwards that miko didn’t realize she forgot to put concealer over a hickey on her neck until she caught someone (i wanna hc this is cy DJSJJS) giving her a displeased look and miko was like “yes?” and they subtly point to their neck then miko went 😳 and abruptly stood from her seat to go to the restroom. minutes later, evren texted her “what’s wrong? do u need anything” and she replied “I SAID NO MARKS” “oh shit sorry. who saw?” “CYPRESS” “LMAO💀”

"Miko says she wants us to have what you two have and I agree"

my heart swells every time i remember how open and trusting evren is to his parents that he literally says things like this to them i love him so much 😭😭😭😭

also OMG💡 imagine evren inviting miko over to have dinner with rosa and javier and miko’s like “are you sure?” “yeah my mom actually asked me to ask you” and like how can she say no to the number one acevedo in her heart 😩 and like everything went well, the dinner was amazing, rosalie was welcoming to miko as always and in miko’s head, dad!javier >>>> manager!javier shsjakdks then later into the night, evren and miko are in the living room just talking about whatever not paying attention to whatever’s on tv, completely oblivious to rosa and javier watching them in adoration and talking about how “they remind me of us when we were younger” 😭😭😭😭💘💘💘💘💘💘 UGHHHHHHH I NEED THEM TO GET BACK TOGETHER

Frankie's all 😧 "you got me a drink?" and Cy just goes "Evren mentioned that you like them" and then he just walks off like it's the most normal thing in the world and like he wasn't overthinking that whole interaction.

THE WAY THIS MADE ME LAUGHFHSHSSJJS CYPRESS IS SO ANNOYING frankie would be sat there just thinking “??????? what just happened” 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but when she recovers from the confusion you bet your ass she’s smiling to herself <333 unfortunately for cypress, frankie’s bestie evren WILL hear about it >:)

frankie would also want to return the favor but instead of offering to pay for his drink next time like a normal person, she would obviously try to please her crush idol like “i found a filipino restaurant not far from here, do you wanna check it out with me?” then she’d realize it probably sounded like she was asking cy out so she’d add “you know… as a thank you for the drink” 🤭

"and Cypri says he really likes you" "and Cypri says you're prettyyy" "and Cypri—" and then Kenzo gets distracted by a butterfly or something and then doesn't finish the rest of his sentence.

kenzo having the attention span of a puppy 🥹🥹🥹 but also frankie would be like “what did cypri say….. 👀” HDJSKSKS she would bring it up to cypress like “kenzo said you really like me” and cypress just cracks a smile because he already expected his brother to be a blabbermouth then he says “you already know that” “he also said you think i’m pretty” “i do” “what else? 👀” “you’re just fishing for compliments now” and frankie dramatically raises a hand to her ear “and i’m still not hearing any” sdjsjdjsjsk peak babygirl bf silly little guy gf

Cy carrying her to his bedroom so she can sleep comfortably, and probably leaves one of his sweaters beside her so she can change if she wants to when she wakes up.

SIGHHHHHHH i read “cy carrying her to his bedroom” and let out a sob because that should be me 💔💔💔 but imagine him tucking frankie in bed then giving her a kiss on her head then whispering “sweet dreams” 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 however, leaving his sweater for her to wear was a huge mistake. he’s never getting it back 😼 sjfjsjsk but yeah they do have similar fashion sense so i’ve always hc’d frankie stealing from his closet <3

also slightly unrelated but also related to sleeping frankie. i hc cypress wanting to surprise her at least once with breakfast in bed but he never could because frankie isn’t a deep sleeper. like shortly after cy gets out of bed, she reaches over to his side trying to search for him. then she gets up and finds him in the kitchen and goes “what are you doing?” and cy just sighs “i was gonna surprise you with breakfast” “you should’ve said so” “then it wouldn’t be a surprise” “i can act surprised” then her goofy ass fakes a gasp, “see?” djfjskdksksk but when she’s really tired after consecutive days of intense training, she tends to sleep in on off days and when cy wakes up a bit too early, he stays in bed for a few more hours just so he doesn’t wake her up and she can get more sleep <3

"that's easy, I wished for you. for us. what else would I wish for?"

OUGHJH HES SO CUTE <3333 sam’s nosy ass would be like “okay that’s cute. now tell me what you really wished for” then i just know in my heart milan would pull a whole “if i tell you then it won’t come true” then sam would just roll her eyes and grumble “fine” but internally she’s blushing shfjskdsk

AND YES i hc them sending each other good luck texts too!!! especially if milan’s playing against dj*k*vic a player that sam absolutely hates, she texts him “good luck!!!! BEAT HIS ASS” lmaoo and sometimes she sends him selfies in his merch or something (i like to hc that a huge sports brand sponsors him hehehe)

there's a whole highlight story section just full of pictures of Sam

😭😭😭😭😭 sam would 100% buy one of those instax printers to print some of the pictures in the highlight to put in her phone case then another in her wallet then keeping the rest in a mini album or taped on a journal which she takes with her wherever especially when it’s like tournament season or something and they can’t be physically together <33 if she ever does one of those “what’s in your bag?” videos, the mini album is definitely one of the things in her bag and i can imagine her getting sidetracked for a bit and going on a tangent about milan sjdhsjdsh

and omg i can totally see them taking pictures on security cameras or convex mirrors in convenience stores <3

AND THE AIRPORT HUGS 😭😭😭😭😭 i can imagine milan dropping his bags to catch sam and after a while he’s still not letting go and sam’s laughing like “people are staring” and he just goes “they’re just jealous” ughhhhh they make me sick!!!!!!!!!!!! 😩😩💘💘💘💘

HELPPPP THE THIGH TOUCH SHAHWJAJW the way lizzy would react the exact same way if it were the other way around. i love how in the crushing stage half the things they do is just panic around each other 😭😭😭😭😭

ALSO lea and lizzy baking and being domestic <3333 and because they’re two idiots who always get each other flustered i can imagine in the crushing stage one of them licks the batter off their finger and the other person goes 😳 DHDJSJSJS in the relationship stage i just know they’re that couple who make out while waiting for the cake to finish baking 🤭🥰🥰

"so my sister finally admitted she had feelings for you, about fucking time. she was so nervous for her first date with you"

in my head lea is suuuuper smooth that lizzy literally had no clue she was nervous on their first date and as soon as leandro exposes his sister, lizzy looks at lea like “oh??? 😏” as if lea won’t easily fluster her back in a matter of seconds LMAO

"you played really well today, and you looked beautiful, and I've been thinking about kissing you all day"

lea………. 🧎🏻‍♀️ you can bet they’re kissing right after that LMAOOO

if they haven’t made out in the locker room before, lizzy’s changing that asap. like after training, she takes her time gathering her things and getting ready to leave on purpose knowing lea’s waiting for her. as soon as everybody’s gone, lea’s like “are you ready to g-” then lizzy’s kissing her <3

#UGHHHHHHHHH I LOVED THIS SO MUCH #it’s actually crazy to me that you’re taking the time and going out of your way to make hcs for my pairings 😭😭😭#evren x miko #cy x frankie #milan x sam #lea x lizzy #mila ✨#nikka answers

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bottlecaprabbitgames · 2 years ago

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Ashwick (Secondary Project, WIP)

You guys know what time it is... Cy has a new story and it’s time to introduce you all to it. (This story will be written in Twine, so bare with me if all the things offered are not immediately available, given it’s a new coding language I’m still learning!)

Welcome... to Ashwick.

The Blurb:

10 years ago, my grandmother passed away and left me her home in my home town of Ashwick. I finally decided to move back after living so many years away, needing something new in my stagnating life. And, Ashwick has delivered… but maybe not in the way I imagined.

Within a month of my return, strange disappearances began in the ash wood forest surrounding the town, from the normal humans who live here to some of the older supernaturals. The strangest part: they eventually reappear, for the most part, but… different. Most of the lost come out confused with torn clothing and little else on them. Others act similarly, but lash out when approached. In the three months I've been back home, it's steadily worsened until even my friend Madeleine ended up as one of the missing… and returned.

I've decided to try to figure out what's going on, and why it all seems coincidental to me returning, strange newcomers in town… and finding some strange relics left in my grandmother's home.

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In Ashwick, you’ll be playing the heir to the Nash family, one of the original families to settle the town. After being away most of your life and only visiting in the summers up until your grandmother passed, it’s taking some getting used to... restarting your life, the strangeness of the Ashwick Forest, and the happenings of the town itself.

There will be many different options as far as who your Nash is (from your pronouns to your gender, sexuality, race, and even down to how you decorate your home), which secondary plotline(s) you’ll chase after when your investigation into the forest hits road blocks, and maybe you’ll even pull in someone other than your friend Ariel to face the strange occurrences in Ashwick with...

Demo: In progress

A few things to look forward to in Ashwick:

- Pronoun options (Will figure out how to do the options to input your pronouns as well!)

- Gender options

- Sexuality options (Including being on the asexual scale, and sex scenes never need to be taken nor do you have to read them, there will be a fade-to-black option always available)

- 5 races to play as: Wix/Witch/Warlock; part Mer Siren; Human, with magical proficiencies or Human, no magical talent; Shapeshifter; turning Vampire

- 6 Romance options, though two have dependencies (one is hidden, one needs a specific path to be chosen, will post full guides!)

- Choices for your first name, mother’s name, house decoration/color/material, four jobs to have (for now), and many, many others!

- The town of Ashwick has a heavy mixing of supernaturals and humans, and thus you may run into some very interesting characters around town

- A world mixed with modern technology and magic, plus the use of magic in some instances over technology

- Each race will have at least one skill you can hone, plus at least 1-2 other optional skills to use instead (these will change how some scenes can be played out)

- More to come and be added!

Let me introduce you guys to the romances (though one I cannot, as that is a most definitely hidden romance):

Luciana/Lucien Soto: Soto showed up in Ashwick around a month ago, and has mostly kept to themself... probably for the best, as your few interactions with them have not been the most pleasant, given Soto tends to give off a certain air of ‘fuck around and find out’ and a little ‘I’ll beat you with your own spine’.

- Tall, hot, goth. luciana can absolutely be your big tibby hot goth gf

- Many piercings and tattoos. Like, many

- Half-shadow demon, and it really shows

- Appears to be in their early thirties. Raven black hair that’s long on top with a V in the back, shaved on all sides. Light brown eyes with golden flecks and hooded lids. Golden olive skin. 6′4/193 cm. Their tattoos cover from hands, arms, neck, upper chest, back, and hips to upper thighs. Piercings: Bridge, septum, both sides of nose, 3 cartilage on both sides, left brow.

- Base gender is Lucien, both are gender non-conforming and do not feel they are of any particular gender, they just use the pronouns they were raised with.

- Puts the ‘sexual’ in bisexual

Junior Detective Hazel/Hayden Knightly: Junior Detective Knightly came to Ashwick about a year before you did, as they transferred from another city to Ashwick for the Junior Detective opening. They tend to be very logical in thinking, allowing them to easily flourish in when conducting investigations, however they struggle with emotions and understanding other’s emotions and social cues.

- Was a guardsman for three years before transferring to Ashwick. Spent another year there doing police academy, training, and finally getting to the position they’re in now.

- the Ashwick Forest disappearances is their first major case

- They’re a Justice Siren, and unfortunately, that also really shows

- They have no family other than a cousin who’s pretty much like a sibling to them.

- Looks their age, so around mid twenties. Incredibly curly, smokey-rose colored hair. Hazel keeps hers in a fluffy bob while Hayden’s is in an asym bob, both styles leave their long, angular ears out for seeing. Blue-green eyes with very little sclera. Fair-skinned with lots of freckles and little moles. 5′10/178cm. Has earlobes pierced, usually with dangly earrings or just studs, if working.

- Base gender is Hazel, both are cis... probably. Might be bordering demi-girl/demi-boy as they prefer to just exist.

- Demisexual and confused, always

Ariel Cavill: Your friend from all those summers with your grandmother, and you two quickly fell into a fast friendship again when you moved back to Ashwick. Ariel is a very bubbly, sweet person with a playful streak, and she likes to drag you along for the ride... even if you may want to do anything but get into her sometimes borderline hazardous plans.

- Sees Nash as either friend-shaped or heart-shaped, no questions asked.

- She has an ongoing battle to figure out how to do a seashell bikini and make it work... still has not figured it out.

- Ariel is a Merling, and has some issues living mostly on land because of that.

- She’s 24 and looks her age. She has long, straight, black hair that’s usually kept in a braid. Her eyes are dark green and the amount of sclera visible changes depending on if she’s in water or on land. Has dark blue-purple skin, and when in water, her fingers and toes become longer and webbed like makeshift fins, and her dorsal fin is visible. This is also when her scales become visible, and they are dark blue and iridescent, and will cover her hands, feet, most of her legs and arms, around her gills, and in sparse patches around her body. Her ears are fin-like and have a small flap that seals them when in water. 5′8/172cm

- Is a trans woman, and has opted to get gender-affirming magic and surgery done.

- Nash-sexual

Moth: Moth is, well, Moth. They’re incredibly hyper, spontaneous, and, well, you never know what’s going to happen once they’re involved. Just hope you aren’t on the receiving end to anything they and Ariel get up to.

- You know how people say kids bounce off the wall from sugar? Yeah, well, Moth will literally do that after about their third or fourth energy drink of the day.

- Moth works at the Ashwick Fliks, and takes their job of keeping films, including older ones, cared for and safe.

- They are an air elemental with some shapeshifting capabilities. As such, they were not quite “born” and will lack a belly button.

- They look to be in their early twenties. They have silvery hair that’s kept in a very messy, wavy bob. Their eyes are purplish-red and upturned and with a large pupil. You’ll often find them trying out new makeup looks, some of which are... a little more eccentric. Sandy, tan skin. 4′11/150cm.

- Moth is known for saying they have ‘all the genders, every single one’. At a push, they identify as queer. Usually prefer they/them, but will sometimes switch it up depending on their mood/look.

- See the above to see how they also feel about sexuality.

(Dependent) Esmerelda (Esme)/Etienne Beausoleil: The backgrounds for Esme and Etienne are a little different, but they both end up the same: they both have a lame leg, and because of that, they became more of a nurse or medic, trying to help those suffering during the TB crisis... until they eventually caught it themselves, and passed in their favorite home in Ashwick. Now, in their... unlife? New life? E is trying to understand the modern world from an 18th century southern Frenchman’s point of view... though it’s a rather slow-going process.

- E’s family at one point owned many different homes in many places, and the one in Ashwick was always their favorite... may have something to do with the fact only a few families lived there, including the early Nash’s.

- E was entirely human before, and did not know anything of the supernatural world until their rebirth. Now, they are a wraith, and one with no real idea of their abilities, at that.

- E still has their limp, though it’s less bothersome now.

- E looks to be in their late thirties. They have dark olive skin with a large birthmark on their right jaw. They have dark brown hair with large curls. Esme’s is nearly to her waist, while Etienne’s is just a mop of curls going to nearly his shoulders. Their eyes are gray-green and almond shaped, though they tend to have a faraway look. They have a few scars from attempted treatments, and a strange arcanic symbol on the back of their neck. 5′9/175cm

The sixth RO’s information will be added to this... eventually.

Thank you for reading!!!

#ashwick #game development #interactive fiction #new game #demo #bottlecaprabbitgames

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the-three-whumpeteers · 2 years ago

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AngelBreaker part 4

FINALLY AFTER SO LONG,,,PART 4

ahem, this is basically two short parts mashed together, mainly because that's the only way it would make sense. Finally introducing someone that isn't under North, slowly trying to show the rest of the underworld. Not particularly happy with this one, primarily because of how long it took to write, this went through give or take 10 versions before I settled on this.

Ah right, I believe someone wanted a tag so before I forget//

@kixngigglesgles

Content-wise//

The first one doesn't have much whump-wise, but I will say that North is a terrible friend, manipulative although it's now fully shown here. The second part is where someone's sedated, specifically via needle. North manhandles someone and is, once again, really shitty to Cypress.

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The weather had been particularly lovely that week, The sky was perfectly clear and the temperature had been pretty pleasant. Thankfully work hadn’t been as rough as it usually was- at least to cypress. Said angel had just sat down on a park bench where he and North had agreed to meet. Cypress allowed himself to finally relax, putting his bag down and enjoying the afternoon breeze.

Cypress had told North about how heavy work had been lately, and with the weather finally being reasonable it only made sense for them both to take a day off and relax, sure this was only a day off for cypress, who, unlike North, hated the job he had been assigned to- North was much better at…disposing of demons than him and they both knew that.

His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of a tired, and totally apologetic North.

“Cy please I am so sorry! I promise I didn’t mean to be late, I just started preening and you know time, kind of flies for me when that happens and-”

“I just got here too you’re okay”

North stopped, raising an eyebrow and staring at his friend for a moment.

“What do you mean? Wait, you’re the one who told me to be here thirty minutes ago, what do you mean you just got here?” North asked, probably knowing why Cypress had done that already.

Cypress stood up and stretched “Because you take forever on your appearance alone, I think you take longer on your wings than I do on my entire outfit, I took my time” he shrugged.

North gasped, purposefully exaggerating how offended he was “Well excuse me if I like looking good, I don’t like when my feathers are dusty” he huffed “ And you could do so much better! Your wings are pretty I don’t understand why you don't-” he would’ve said something else if Cypress hadn’t suddenly shoved something at him. North looked at his hands and realized that Cypress had given him a small cupcake- pumpkin, his favorite. He was delighted when he realized what it was, almost taking an excited bite before pausing.

“...did you get me this just to get me to shut up?” he asked, glancing at his friend.

“Is it working?”

North finally took a bite, staring at Cypress the whole time before nodding.

“Alright now that I’ve calmed you down with baked goods, let’s go before the food gets cold. I put some effort into this little picnic of ours,” Cypress said before snatching his bag and grabbing North by the arm. “Now come on, I’ve been eyeing that park for a while now and today is perfect, we can just sit down, eat, and finally relax.”

North walked alongside his friend, eating the cupcake concerningly fast before speaking up “Well with how stressed you’ve been I guess I can take some time off for this”

Cypress nudged him “Hey, you’re tired too, out of the both of us you work harder, give yourself a break! you’re…Enthusiastic, you’ll tire yourself out you know?” He said, a bit hesitant to talk about North’s attitude during their work- hopefully North didn’t notice that, he didn’t want an argument about this again…Cypress should really tell North to stop being so cruel during work, sure they were demons and he wasn’t supposed to feel bad, but Cypress never expected to see so many beg for their lives.

North didn’t catch on to what Cypress was thinking thankfully, instead, he seemed to be proud of himself when Cypress mentioned his enthusiasm “Hey if I’m gonna make it big I might as well do it with style right?”

“...Sure, I’m sure everyone’s gonna talk about you one day,” Cypress said, finally smiling- North had always been the type to pull off things like that.

They settled into a comfortable silence as they walked, Cypress leading the way since despite living there his whole life, North didn’t know how to navigate the town without getting lost. They were seemingly the only people taking advantage of the nice weather since the streets were relatively quiet, which didn’t surprise Cypress since the Seraphim always encouraged them to work as hard as possible- but Cypress wanted a break damn it.

Cypress stopped in front of the park gates, looking quite proud of himself still for finding such a nice little place. North, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice and bumped into him.

North was about to apologize and walk in before an excited Cypress grabbed his arm and practically sprinted in.

“Come on! I need to find a perfect spot” He said, scouting out the place while dragging his friend along. He’d reject places that were reasonably nice, from empty clearings to a bench by a stream. It took a while for him to find a spot- a quaint area under a tree that overlooked the park, and at that point North’s arm hurt.

Cypress put his bag down, unpacking everything he’d gotten, which was… excessive. He’d definitely packed more food than they needed, it was a full three course meal at that too.

“...Are you sure we can finish all of that? I know you like cooking but uh-”

“-Listen, we deserve a treat after working so hard”

Cypress was the type to cook whenever he was stressed.

North shrugged, sitting down on the picnic blanket Cypress had laid out, said friend, on the other hand, kept adding more pillows, lamps, bread, and fake leaves.

Cypress had a stressful past couple of days.

Finally, Cypress presented his masterpiece of a picnic, which was actually really impressive, and finally sat down himself. Cypress then went to open the basket of food, which was probably just as extravagant as the decorations before North stopped him.

“Cy, buddy, that’s… a bit too much isn’t it,” North said, “I promise we can eat it all later, it'll be fine”

“Right, right sorry I think I made too much…well, everything,” He said sheepishly, “Maybe I'll give it to random people, you know, random acts of kindness or something? I think the Seraphim encourage that right?”

North just shrugged “They’re very incon-” He stopped himself, rethinking his words “They encourage a lot of different things…but! Hey, what if you gave it to some random mortal? Just imagine popping into a random mortal’s house and giving them a pie! They’d probably be terrified”

Cypress grew visibly uncomfortable, he hated when North even mentioned mortals or their realm, he’d usually end up going on a tangent that eventually led to talking about work.

“-They get scared too easily, you’ll tell them not to be scared but they’d still panic over you showing up at all!”

Cypress sighed, trying his best to hide his frustration at the mention of the mortal world. “Listen, North, I wanted a break both from work and from that entire realm okay?” realizing that he’d been a little too mean- at least he felt he’d been too mean, Cypress tried to backtrack a bit “Not that I wouldn’t do that-”

He wouldn’t.

“-But this is my break, remember?”

North’s smile wavered, looking away from his friend. As much as North tried to hide it, Cypress knew how annoyed he was at how little Cypress liked their work.

“Listen, I promise you’ll like it! Mortals are fun to mess with!” North said, once again trying to convince Cypress. “Is this about work again? It’s been so long man, I thought you’d at least tolerate it by now-”

“Okay okay- let’s not bring this up now, it’s a nice day, we can drop it for now and-”

“Nothing is going to change if you don’t address it Cy, it’s not bad and you can enjoy-”

“-enjoy what? Tearing demons appart like you?” Cypress finally snapped, shutting up North. The silence after that was awkward, neither of them looking at each other. Cypress at least was good at hiding how angry and tired he was. North on the other hand, never bothered to hide his emotions, and was clearly annoyed with everything going on.

In the end, Cypress always hated conflict, and even if he didn’t want to he knew he needed to apologize to keep the peace, they’d both go back to being friends as if none of these conversations had happened in the end.

…He really should’ve distanced himself while he still had the chance.

Not like he could do much about it now, and no matter how much he thinks about what he could’ve done or changed, that doesn’t matter anymore, so he might as well just accept his situation. Despite constantly telling himself this, Cypress' mind often went back to those days. North was a jerk, but he wasn’t what he is now.

Cypress blinked, realizing how zoned out he’d been, at least he’d gotten some work done. Another fallen had washed dishes earlier, and the task of putting them away fell onto him. A porcelain plate was placed neatly in one of the many cabinets. If he broke it North would only scream at him unlike what would happen to the other fallen if they were to break something, so he was a bit more careless. There was a part of him that hoped to go back to the comfort of the life they used to have, although he knew that was impossible. Cypress still wanted to believe North was a good person. He’d been working hard to at least make North hurt him less, and there’d been progress, at least before recent events.

Basil had broken the peace Cypress had been building up for years now- not that he blamed him of course. Cypress had always been protective of the fallen, but Basil was the youngest one he’s seen yet. Despite how much Cypress pushed back against North, he had barely prevented any injuries, or worse, but he just knew that if North listened to him he’d understand.

With a sigh, Cypress finally put the last of the dishes away, closing the cabinet and looking around the kitchen he was in, the room was spotless of course, North wouldn’t accept anything other than perfection. Opening the door to leave, it didn’t take long to see another fallen outside dusting some of North’s more expensive decorations. The other fallen looked towards Cypress, about to greet him before they were both distracted by the sound of North coming back home.

Usually North was quiet, only ever looking around to see if his house had been taken care of. For some reason this return was quite the opposite from that.

There was a series of crashes coming from the entrance, and Cypress saw a couple of fallen quickly going the opposite direction since North loved hurting them to relieve stress. Cypress would’ve tried to get away too if he didn’t hear North shouting his name. The sound of North yelling alone terrified Cypress, as much as he hated to admit it, but regardless of his fear he was forced to finally see what was going on.

The hallways were empty as he quickly made his way to the main entrance, the commotion only getting louder as Cypress got closer. The sound of a stranger’s voice became clearer, maybe an unruly demon had snuck in? It didn’t happen often but there was a chance that some young inexperienced demon decided North was a weak target.

Cypress rounded the corner to see what was going on, and the person North was trying to hold down was clearly not a demon. A pair of wings more than confirmed that this stranger was a fallen. The stranger was shoved down roughly, North finally winning the struggle. Cypress couldn’t help but notice that this fallen hadn’t just been banished, which is what North preferred since it made everything ‘easier’. This fallen had definitely been in the underworld for a while now, but why did North bring someone that would struggle so much? Then he saw why. The wings on the fallen had a gold shimmer to it, and if it wasn’t for mud and dust, they would probably be quite pretty… Fuck, North liked this stranger’s wings.

North took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure despite the fallen violently trying to get North off. Cypress froze when North finally looked at him, thankfully he seemed calm, at least considering what was going on.

“Cy, can you please bring me the sedative? It’s the red syringe in the shelf to your left” He asked, sounding more annoyed than anything.

Right, red syringe, he could do that.

The fallen immediately reacted when Cypress grabbed the syringe, doubling his efforts to get away and growing agitated “Why are you listening to him?”

Cypress stopped, he wanted to answer but every answer his brain tried to come up with didn’t make sense- because he had to? Because North would hurt him if he didn’t?because they were friends?

“Cy, the syringe” North said, clearly annoyed at the delay. This snapped Cypress back, he just wanted the situation to end so he hurried over to North and handed him the small syringe. The fallen’s eyes locked on Cypress as he moved.

North, thoroughly unbothered by the tension between the two, let out an exaggerated sigh of relief as he sedated the fallen, the struggling grew worse only for a moment before it finally died down. North sighed, glaring at his ‘friend’, “Why did you hesitate?”

Cypress froze, and like a deer in headlights he could only stare at North. Even when North stood up and got closer Cypress could only stumble back.

“I’ve given you enough, I don’t want you latching on to another fallen, got it?” North hissed, making sure that the threat was clear. “Now go, I’m busy and I’ve wasted enough time here, he won’t be here for long anyway”

Cypress didn’t seem to process the last few words and scurried off before North could think of a reason to hurt him later, but he couldn't help the growing feeling of shame as he left.

#Cypress: I can fix him- i think #also cypress being a stress baker- poor guy has probably made an entire feast for a town by now #next part is the return of good ol leaf boy- that and a little more on this newcomer #North is right though don't get too attached #whump #whump writing #angelbreaker #me struggling to tag because reasons or something #tw: needles #sedation #manhandling #north has always been a shitty friend to nobody's surprise #cypress- as clever as he can be- does not notice this #angel whumper #angel whumpee

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amor-immortalem · 2 years ago

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A fic about Cyrus and Mammon on the fourth Ring. You know, Mammon teaching his son about his job as the ruler of the greed ring.

A/N: This has been on my list of things to write for the longest time.

Cyrus has been back in the Devildom about a month. It was a wild month to say the least. From having to recount as much as he could from the last 15 years to his parents to placement tests to see just where exactly he fell in academics and whether he was ready to enroll in RAD to just the general everyday nonsense that goes on at home.

Not to mention, he’s still getting used to having three younger siblings- two of which he was sure hated his sudden intrusion into their lives. Well maybe it was just the one- Aurelius seemed pretty interested in him. But having this many new siblings at once makes Cyrus nervous. He walks on eggshells around them while he’s still trying to come into his role as the oldest. So it’s one afternoon, when Mammon is discussing his plans to finally get back down to the Fourth Layer to make a dent in the back log of souls he had to judge, that Cyrus asks to go with him.

Mammon’s surprised at first. He figured the 20-year-old wouldn’t be interested in learning the ropes of his title just yet.

“Why?” It comes out worse than what the demon means. “Not that I don’t mind bringin’ ya along, but I figured it’d be at least a few years before you took any interest in what I do in Hell.”

“I just thought…” Cyrus’ thought remains unfinished as he’s interrupted by the arrival of the twins who had come home from the dorm for the weekend.

“Hey, how was school?” The Avatar of Greed says as he watches the younger of the two open the fridge, fishing around for a water bottle.

“School? Yeah it was fine.” Aurelius shrugs, “Just a normal day.”

“And that’s why ya won’t look me in the eye? C’mon, ‘Relius, I know when you’re lyin’. “

“No… I plead the fifth.” Almost as quick as he arrived, the teen was off.

“That’s not even a thing down here- ah geez, he’s gone…”

“Does… does that happen often?” Cyrus shakes his head at the oddity of his brother’s behavior.

“Not with your brother…now your sister on the other hand, your mother or I always have something to deal with when it comes to her… anyway whatever that was, I can find out what he did later but back to what we were talkin’ about.”

“Right… um… Well I don’t exactly have a reason for wanting to go.”

“That’s fine…” Mammon shrugs, “we’re leaving tonight after Mom gets home and we have dinner. Now, I’m gonna go check on Mahlon ‘n see if he’s up from his nap yet.”

Cyrus only nods as he watches his father disappear up the stairs. He’s alone for all of five minutes before Azalea appears. It’s quiet between them while she sets up one of the game consoles.

“So… how was school?” Cyrus asks, trying to do anything to break the uncomfortable silence between them. Azalea doesn’t even spare him a glance as she pops the game disk in and turns the tv on. “Can I pla-“

“It’s a single-player game so no.” Her words, the first she’s ever said to him, are short and filled with irritation and a hint of bitterness.

“Oh… okay. Well how about-“

“No- you’ll fuck up my progress. Don’t ya have better things ta do instead of botherin’ me?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” the freckled half-demon growls, “Didn’t Dad just agree to take ya with him to the Fourth Layer? You can go pack or some shit like that…”

Cyrus is quiet as he studies her body language. Over the past month since his return, he’s heard of the reputation his little sister has and Cyrus isn’t trying to get her to take a few swings at him so he backs off.

The tension only grows between them as Mammon returns with a half-asleep Mahlon in his arms.

“Okay, since your brother’s now avoidin’ me for whatever reason, what do y’all want for dinner?”

“We haven’t had stir-fry in a while…” Azalea says as she pauses the game. “Why not that?”

“You good with that, Cy? Or do you have something else in mind?”

“No, I’m fine with it,” Cyrus shrugs as he fiddles with the dyed ends of his hair while Mammon takes a seat on the couch after getting a sippy cup full of juice for the youngest.

“When’s Mum coming home?” Azalea asks, seemingly out of nowhere. “5?”

“6, I think. Might be 5:30. Why?” The demon quirks an eyebrow as she shrugs, “You that eager to get to the Fourth Layer?”

“Oh, no I was just asking. I wasn’t planning on going with you guys anyway…”

“I think you should,” Cyrus offers, immediately wishing he hadn’t. “If you usually go-“

“And be bored the whole weekend? Yeah, hard pass.”

“What’s that s’pposed to mean?” Mammon asks as he blocks Mahlon from grabbing at his sister’s hair, “You love going to the Fourth Layer…”

“Yeah but like what am I gonna do? Antagonize sinners for the whole weekend? It’s not like I’m gonna be judging souls anyway so there’s no point in goin’…”

Mammon opens his mouth to say something but can’t come up with a response. She does have a point- now that he’s not training her to take over the role of Avatar of Greed, she really would only be down there for a weekend vacation of sorts.

Azalea just goes back to her video games as they all sit in silence.

・・・〆・・・

Cyrus is up in his room packing a weekend bag to take with him while dinner is being made. He doesn’t know what he should take- not that he has to decide between a mountain of clothes to begin with but is it hot in the Fourth Layer or is it unbearably cold? Should he take clothes to accommodate for his wings that he has in his demon form?

A knock on his bedroom door distracts him as Aurelius lets him know dinner is done and then the he’s disappearing down the stairs. The packing can wait, Cyrus decides as he follows his brother down the stairs where their mother is setting the table.

“There you are.” she smiles, “You’ve been so quiet up in your room, I almost thought you’d gone out to the aviary with your father to help feed the crows… Dinner’s just about done so go ahead and grab yourselves something to drink while I bring everything out to the table.”

The boys nod as Arella turns to Azalea.

“Could you get your brother in his high chair for me, Azalea?”

“Yeah sure…” Azlea rolls off the couch, setting her controller down and grabbing Mahlon from his playpen by the back of his shirt and setting the toddler up in his high chair.

“You should be more gentle with him,” Cyrus says as he sits down at his usual spot at the dinner table. The female half-demon only rolls her eyes at him.

・・・〆・・・

“Dinner was great, Babe.” Mammon and Cyrus are helping Arella clear away the dinner dishes.

“Thanks but considering that you’re the one who started it for me, I don’t think I should be taking the credit.” The human hums, “You and Azalea are leaving tonight for the weekend, right?”

“Actually, it’s just me ‘n Cyrus this time,” this gains a curious look from the human, “‘Zay didn’t wanna go.”

“That’s out of character for her… wonder what the issue is…”

The boys both shrug as they dry and put away dishes.

“If she doesn’t wanna go, she doesn’t have to.” Mammon hums. “There we go- all finished. Did you get everything packed that ya wanna take with you, Cyrus.”

“Actually… about that…” the 20-year-old starts, “I didn’t know what to pack… I didn’t want to be distracted because I was too hot or too cold.”

“You just pack whatever you feel comfortable in- there’s not much difference in climate between the layers of Hell and the Devildom so really anything’s game.” The demon explains.

“Oh… okay that narrows it down…”

“If I can make a suggestion, bring things that’re gonna accommodate for your wings- the glamour magic that comes so easily for us isn’t going to be available to you so you’ll be stuck in your demon form until we leave.”

Cyrus nods at that. He hadn’t been in his demon form since he was a young child- he’d just never needed it. It secretly worries him that he’ll lose control of himself and go on some form of rampage.

Seeing his son’s worry, Mammon places a hand on the half-demon’s shoulder.

“Hey, ya don’t have to go if you don’t think you’re ready. I know it’s a lot considerin’ you haven’t had any training in controlling your demonic powers like your siblings have.”

“No I want to go. I’m going to have to step into the role at some point, right so why not just dive in?”

Mammon doesn’t look convinced but he decides to trust his son. “Alright, if you’re that dead set on it… just remember, if anything happens, I’ll be right there to reign ya in.” He watches as the half-demon nods. “Alright go get packin’. I’m gonna check in with your sister to make sure she absolutely doesn’t wanna go with us.” He leaves Arella and Cyrus alone as he back tracks out if the kitchen.

“Do you think I’m diving into it too fast, Mom?” Cyrus turns his lapis-like gaze on Arella.

“A little bit,” she nods, “but if you’ve got your mind set to it I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Just… don’t feel you need to master everything all at once, okay? Your father spent centuries figuring out a way to do his job efficiently. You can afford yourself the same kindness.”

The 20-year-old nods as she walks off, her words having taken away a bit of the anxiety.

・・・〆・・・

“So this is the Fourth Layer?” Cyrus asks as he looks around from the balcony he and Mammon are standing on. “Not what I was expecting…”

“Yeah, I bet. Considering you just ended up spending the last 15 years of your life up in the human realm, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that you probably heard things like every level of Hell is made up of fire and brimstone ‘n all that dramatic shit the humans like to make up…”

“And they’re not?”

“Eh, that’s debatable… it’s appearance really depends on your belief system and what type of sin you committed.” Mammon shrugs. “We’re really more about rehabilitation than ‘punishment’ nowadays anyway thanks to Diavolo gettin’ it in his head that since the Celestial Realm offers the chance for reincarnation that we should too. The lower a human soul gets though… well, it ain’t pretty, I’ll tell ya that much.”

“So how do you judge a soul if you’re not going to give it a punishment?”

“Oh no we still give punishments out to those whose deserve them. I have a three-tier system that I use personally- there’re some souls that will never be rehabilitated because they’re just going to repeat their past mistakes. That’s tier three.”

“And the other two?” Cyrus asks as Mammon motions to the city below them.

“This whole city consists of tier one souls- in their time among the living, these were people who indulged in Greed due to factors in their lives that were uncontrollable. Think people who stole to provide for their families. People who hoarded resources thanks to famine or general scarcity of a resource they needed to survive. Tier two souls are sinners who indulged in Greed because it was the easy way out. Instead of struggling, they chose to just take what they needed as opposed to earning it.”

Cyrus nods as he listens to the explanation his father is giving. “How will I know what the right course of action is?”

“That’s a good question- the best answer I can give you right now is that after enough practice you’ll just kinda know. Not the most helpful, I know.”

“So it’s basically trial and error until I figure it out?”

“That’s how I did it…” the demon chuckled, “Image being a fallen angel- the former virtue of Charity. When I first started this, all of my punishments were too lenient, too soft because I had no idea what I was doin’.”

Cyrus nods at that as he looks off to the north, spying a huge mountain range along the horizon. “What’s that?”

“The mountains? It’s a mine. Almost every single gem in the Devildom comes from the mines here in the Fourth Layer. Under normal circumstances, it would kill me to give ‘em up but I gotta have something for the sinners to do and if I kept everything single gemstone mined from that mountain range for myself, I wouldn’t have space for anything else so might as well earn some money off ‘em.”

“That makes sense,” Cyrus nods. “So what’s next?”

・・・〆・・・

After Mammon had taken the time to show Cyrus around, they arrive in the throne room. The white-haired half-demon just takes a moment to take in the room surrounding him.

The architecture of the room looked like something straight out of ancient Greece or Rome, the floor was made out of a black stone with golden runes unlike any he’d ever seen etched into it, golden fire that never let off any smoke burned and crackled along the walls and in the middle, sat the large golden throne encrusted with gems of all types.

He watches as his father takes a seat on the throne and with a snap of his fingers, the entire room is suddenly filled with the souls of the damned. There had to be at least 200 of them in here.

“Are we seriously going to be able to get through all of these today?” Cyrus asks as he makes his way through the souls, “How many souls are even in here?”

“Anywhere from two to three hundred. And yeah as long we don’t get any runners, I should be able to get through ‘em all in a couple hours at least…” Mammon nods as his son comes to stand beside him. “You’re just watchin’ for right now…Things’ll be easier if I just show you the bulk of what I do and then give ya the chance to ask questions after everything is all said ‘n done.”

・・・〆・・・

And Cyrus does have questions as the night goes on but he doesn’t ask them. They’re all stupid questions that should be common sense to him. He feels like he can’t do this- like he’s bitten off more than he can chew.

“Cyrus…? Yo, you in there, kiddo?”

“H-huh?”

“I asked if ya had any last questions since we’re done for the night… Are you alright? You were all spaced out.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. And no I don’t have any questions- everything seemed pretty self-explanatory…” it just now dawns on Cyrus that he hadn’t been paying attention for the past two-and-a-half hours they’d been doing this.

Mammon seems unconvinced. “Y’know you can ask me anything, right? No matter how stupid you might think it is, it could be valuable information for you.”

“Right…” he takes a deep breath. “Dad, I don’t think I can do this… not now or… ever… wouldn’t Azalea be a better choice than me?”

The demon considers his words. “If I’m being honest, yeah, you’re sister would be the better choice… but she can’t do it- I’ve tried to train her but she lacks the ability to pass judgement on sinners. And she always will unless something happens to you. Believe me, Cy, I’d never ask you to step into this role if there were any other option considering everything that happened to you.”

“So I have to do this,” the 20-year-old frowns.

“Yeah, but the upside to this whole situation- you have literal centuries to get comfortable as the next Avatar of Greed… If yer worried about not gettin’ the hang of things immediately, don’t sweat it. Now, I don’t know about you but I’m ready for bed. We’ll start again in the morning, alright?”

“Alright.” The half-demon doesn’t know why, but his father’s encouraging words have lifted the overwhelming feeling of self doubt that had settled in his stomach. As the pair part ways for the evening, Cyrus is hopeful that he can actually live up to his birthright.

・・・〆・・・

The morning comes quicker than expected- Cyrus isn’t sure if it was just due to not being used to sleeping in his demon form or the fact that the sky here always seemed to remain the same shade of sea-green no matter the time of day but he’d had a horrible night’s sleep.

Rising from the plush bedding, the half-demon stretches- his wings doing a little flutter as he yawns.

“Just take it one day at a time, Cyrus…” he tells himself as he gets dressed, “One day it’ll all click.”

・・・〆・・・

After breakfast, Cyrus and Mammon are back to judging souls.

“Ready, I’m gonna teach you how to summon the souls of the damned. Yesterday, ya saw me do it with just a snap of my fingers but there’s actually an incantation for it.”

This catches the half-demon’s attention. That was one less thing he could check off his list of things to worry about.

“So it goes like this: those who once walked with the living, thee who have fallen from grace. I summon you now. Come, face your transgressions. Obey me, for I am the Avatar of Greed. Think ya got all that, Kiddo?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Great, cuz you’re gonna be summoning the souls today.”

“What? What if I mess up?” The overwhelming nervousness is back again.

“The worst you could do is summon like one soul. You’ll be fine, Bud.”

Summoning one soul was not the worst Cyrus could do. In fact, if the 20-year-old had to make a list of the worst he could do, summoning a full coop of demonic chickens into the throne room would sit nicely at the top of that list.

What led him to summoning an entire coop of demonic poultry one may ask? A mix of nervousness and biting his tongue is what lead to the floor of his father’s throne room being covered in loose feathers and angry birds.

Mammon was quick to send them back to where ever they’d been summoned from with a snap of his fingers.

“So… turns out I was wrong…” He says while also trying so hard not to laugh.

“You’re laughing?! I almost got eaten alive by demonic chickens and you’re laughing at me?!” Cyrus flushes a deep red from embarrassment.

“Calm down, I ain’t laughin’ at ya… more like… I was laughing at the situation.” The demon tries to defend himself, “This just means we have to work on your summoning skills so that we don’t get anymore killer poultry in here.”

“Yeah… I’m not doing anything else though. I’ll watch you for the rest of the day but I’m not trying my hand at anything else.”

“Yeah… I’d uh… I’d say that’s fair…”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the weekend goes smoothly, with the Avatar of Greed getting his eldest child more comfortable in the role little by little. The next opportunity he had, Mammon would definitely focus in more on summoning souls into the throne room and having Cyrus actually access the moments in the soul’s life where their sins were committed. Those were his two biggest area of concern with the half-demon.

“So how do you feel about it now that you’ve had a chance to actually experience some of the responsibilities that come with our title?”

“I’m still kind of iffy on whether or not I’ll be any good at this…” Cyrus admits, “but it’s like you said: I have a while to get adjusted to it… just knowing that makes me feel better.”

“That’s good. And now that our weekend’s essentially over, there’s one last thing we gotta make it through.”

“And that would be?”

“A meeting with your Uncles. We always meet at the beginning of each week just to touch base- see if anything weird has been happenin’ or if there’s been an overall abnormal influx of souls for the events going on in the mortal realm…”

“How long does that usually take?”

“An hour maybe two if no fights break out or Uncle Asmo doesn’t hog all the time talking about himself… if you wanna go home early though we can go. Uncle Lucifer can just track me down later in the week.”

Cyrus thinks about it for a few moments. He’s tired from not sleeping comfortably and he really just wants to get home where his glamour magic will immediately kick in and he can stop carrying his wings around- the muscles in his back are killing him.

“I want to go home… I feel like this weekend was pretty eventful…”

“It definitely was… Alright, let’s get out of here.”

・・・〆・・・

End

A/N sorry if the ending is abrupt. i couldn’t figure out a way to end it. Thanks for reading!

#obey me kids #obey me next gen #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me oc #arella #cyrus #azalea #aurelius #mammon fluff

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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Put On A Show

Summary: Cha-young goes to her high school reunion and brings a certain mafia guest.

Author's note: I heard someone wanted a on top and in control CY so here it is! I already had this idea about a HS reunion so I simply combined the two ideas and got this smutty brainchild. This is rated E for extremely dirty so read at your own discretion, I planned on writing more fics of them pining but I really do love a women in control so I took a break from my cockblocking to fill this prompt. Hope you enjoy ;)

Dear class of 2005,

That time has come once again, our class reunion! This year's reunion will be held in the Phoenix Hall in honor of us all rising from the ashes of this pandemic and being reborn stronger than ever before! Tickets available for purchase below. There are separate tickets for food and drinks and this year's theme will be luxury: a life of decadence. We look forward to seeing you all.

Cha-young skims the email that had initially landed in her spam folder, only the name of her old high school attached in the subject line catches her attention enough to make her open the otherwise nondescript email.

Another high school reunion.

She had been evading these gatherings like the plague itself, ever since the last time she'd made the mistake of going to one. She had just landed her job at Wusang Firm and finally felt confident in herself, in high school she'd always been the loud one and the weird one but now she was a lawyer and a damn good one if she said could say so herself. Nobody could dismiss her now or jokingly remind her of the bowl cut she had sported before, she was always the butt of their jokes and she was tired of feeling small beneath their condescending thumb. She finally had something worth bragging about.

She'd stepped in with a smirk on her face, tight black dress and heels clicking as she walked waving at people she knew but didn't deign important enough to stop her entrance for a chat. The buffet table was her sole destination but she'd been intercepted by familiar annoying high pitched voices, Chang Ae-ram and Bom Min-he, the popular girls in her school and the banes of her existence both rushed over to her with drinks in their hands.

They never had anything kind to say to her and seemed to seek her out simply to put her down or remind her of how much of a “pathethic loser” she was in high school, as if she hadn’t been the one living her life.

The verbal sparring began almost immediately, with them all battling for lead in the "my life is going great" contest, coyly listing their accolades and accomplishment and assertively she told them both about her new job at one of Korea's most successful and well known law firm.

"Oh." Ae-ram answered with a tight smile that pulled her surgically enhanced face into a wrinkleless grin.

Score.

She sipped her drink feeling victorious as they both avoided her brazen eye contact. She had just opened her mouth to make her leave when a vindictive smile stretched over Min-he's face, "A job is so important but what about a family? Surely you don't plan on dying alone, how come you never bring anyone with you? We're all so sad that you don't have anyone still." She gripped the stem of her wine glass at the fake concern, suddenly the group was larger and everyone was congratulating Min-he on her engagement, the other woman waving the huge diamond on her finger in her face.

It was so vapid and stupid and she knew that it didn't make her any less of a woman that she didn't have a man but those words still burned. She had noticed that everyone was paired up and she was one of the only people who came alone, she'd been seeing someone before the reunion but at her mention of the gathering he had told her that "things were getting too serious for him" rolling out of her bed while tugging on his underwear and that had been the last she heard from him.

She'd spent the rest of the night on the outskirts avoiding her college mates and later stumbled out on her heels unsteady from the amount of liquor she'd consumed.

That had been her last reunion. She'd pointedly ignored all the invitations since then, the shame of that night still stinging all those years later. They only served as a reminder that she still had no one and regardless of how successful she was at her career she would be deemed undesirable by others.

It was such a fucking joke but she couldn't shake the insecurity despite knowing how false it was.

The sound of keys jingling near the front door knock her free from her reminiscing and she spins around to the sight of Vincenzo struggling to squeeze through the entrance with several bags in his arms, he never wants to make more than one trip- the overachiever. She nods her head in hello before trudging over to him without closing her laptop, greeting him easily with a peck on the lips freeing a few bags from his hands.

"Did you get my cookies?" She asks again despite the various text messages she had sent reminding him about her sweet treats, he rolls his eyes at her again swinging another bag into her waiting hands.

"Here. When I told you to text me necessities, cookies are not what I had in mind." He flicks her forehead lightly silencing her cry of pain with a follow-up kiss to the spot, she grumbles but stuffs the soft baked chocolate chip cookies into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk hoarding food for the winter.

Smooth as a well-oiled machine they put the groceries away, the sound of cabinets opening and closing the soundtrack for their movements. When everything is correctly put away, she makes her way back over to her laptop only then remembering what she'd been doing.

She stares at the screen contemplating her next move before she feels a familiar heavy weight on her shoulder, his breath is hot on her neck when he speaks, "What are you looking at?" He barely waits for her reply covering her hand on the sleek mouse, scrolling down to read the entire email. She waits anxiously in her seat as he reads the words out loud, obviously she had thought about him when she first received the email but her last experience had made her nervous about asking him to attend.

They hadn't been officially dating for long. They'd been too focused on taking down Babel and the aftermath had left them both with unanswered questions about the nature of their relationship.

Only this time when she asked him the same question she'd been asking since he crash landed into her life unexpectedly, after everything was over, he'd looked over at her and said in a small voice "Not if you want me to stay."

She'd been a coward and he had taken her silence as rejection and it had taken a dramatic and honestly cliché airport interruption, complete with her pushing past airport staff and screaming his name crying as they told her that the plane to Malta had already taken off.

She'd returned to her house with red rimmed eyes that widened into huge saucers at the sight of him in front of her house, large suitcase beside him.

Gasping she ran into his arms, as terrified as she'd felt that fateful night so long ago in the underpass.

"I couldn't go."

He tugged her closer, burrowing his face in her thick hair and breathing harshly his voice was raw and rough like he'd been crying too.

"Because of me?" She asked shock laden in her words and that's when he drew away to stare into her eyes and with a defeated nod he said, "Because of you."

The rest had been history. He came inside with her and he hadn't left since.

"Are you going?"

She stills at the inquiry, head dizzy from the memories racing through her mind.

"What?"

He places a finger on the computer screen, "This reunion. Are you going?"

She feels a small sting in her chest at his words, with a sad smile she starts to shake her head in decline but then he chuckles, "We should go. I'll be your arm candy." He teases wagging his eyebrows in her peripheral.

Oh.

"You want to come with me?" She repeats stunned by his casual offer, this seemed huge for some reason and she could feel her heart pounding erratically in her brittle chest.

He finally straightens up walking off to the kitchen grabbing a cup, pulling the fridge open.

"Yeah I mean unless you have another boyfriend you want to bring with you."

She laughs at his joke but internally her blood sings, she didn't want to get her hopes up but now she can barely contain her happiness.

She can always count him to have her back.

Slamming the laptop shut she circumvents the chair running over to him, he looks at her with a raised eyebrow prying the cup of water from his hands she pulls him down into a grateful kiss. He hums low when she slips her tongue into his lax mouth, this kiss vastly different from the peck she'd greeted him with at the door.

She can taste the caffeine on his tongue, the strong flavor of his favorite espresso swirling around her taste buds, pushing him firmer into the counter she laps at his mouth eager for a deeper exploration. He melts under her touch letting her manhandle him and move his head as she sees fit, his complete surrender makes her hot under the collar.

It's with reluctance that she pulls away from his addicting lips.

She smirks as he sways into her body as if intoxicated.

"Sorry. We have to go soon, it's game night."

It's a weekly tradition at the plaza, tonight they're playing Taboo, it had been announced in the group chat that Mr. Nam had forced them to join. It was chaotic with so many different voices there but it made her feel warm, like they were their own little family.

He groans disappointed but nods slowly, adjusting himself discretely but not enough for her vigilant eyes. She stares at the hardon visible through the thin material of his sweatpants.

"Let's go before you get me any more excited." He grumbles, picking up the snacks he'd purchased for tonight. She smiles triumphantly at his back still in disbelief that she has that kind of power over the great Corn Salad, Vincenzo Cassano.

Game night is a success, filled with laughter and playful arguing. They all work together in pairs and their team loses horribly with her accidentally shouting out all the taboo words every time it's her turn. Mi-Ri and Larry Kang- from the dance studio make a great team using dance moves and inside jokes to solve their words in seconds much to everyone’s shock, they both adamantly deny any change in their relationship at the groups subsequent teasing.

Nobody believes them.

Just like they hadn’t believed her and Vincenzo.

They get home at midnight and both collapse before they can finish what they started earlier in the kitchen, but cuddling is great too. He’s always the little spoon.

The reunion isn't a point of conversation again and she almost forgets about it completely until it's Saturday, the day of the event and she wakes up alone. It's not totally abnormal with him being a morning person but she still groans in annoyance at his disappearance. The bed is so cold without his body letting off heat like a human furnace.

The sun is high in the sky when she finally pulls herself out of bed much later, 12:45pm according to her phone and she sits up with a full body stretch, body popping and cracking.

"Vincenzo? Are you here?" She calls out to the empty house, receiving no reply.

With a sigh she goes to shower and brush her teeth, he should be back soon from wherever he went.

When she finally comes out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following her she pauses at the package on the bed. A huge white box catches her eye, the gold silken bow striking across the large rectangle. Taking a closer step she runs a finger across the smooth material in wonder.

There's a note and immediately she recognizes the distinctive penmanship.

Open me.

Not needing to be told twice she tugs the bow watching it unraveling before lifting the top of the box, peering inside with glowing eyes.

She lets out a soft gasp at the sight of the piercing white material that is almost perfectly camouflaged in the matching box. She lifts it with awe, watching material unfurl until she can see it clearly. It's a dress made from expensive fabric based on the its luxurious feel in her hands and her eyes widen at the cape that hangs lower than the dress itself.

"He was listening to me."

She remembers her group chat with the ladies from the plaza, sending them different options for her reunion and letting them help to pick it her outfit. She wanted something that would garner attention but that still felt like her, and that's when she'd seen it. The new Alexander Wang collection, all white blazer dress with a cape and button details, it looked like luxury and she knew it had to be hers.

The ladies had all been in agreement sending her thumbs up emojis and demanding that she purchase the stunning dress. She'd quickly added it to her cart but much to her dismay as she'd been entering her card information, that dreaded message popped up at the top of her screen.

This item is no longer available. Sorry, try again.

Her heart had sunk and despite Miri's computer savvy and Yeon-Jin 's online shopping prowess they had not been able to locate the dress on any other site. It was sold out, everywhere.

Or so she thought.

Wordlessly she slips into the dress and surprisingly it fits like a glove, as if it was tailored just for her but that can't be.

"I'll zip that up for you."

She jumps at the dark voice behind her and then a chill runs up her spine at his fingertips on her bare back. He slides the thick curtain of her hair to the side to zip it up the rest of the way, their eyes meet in the full length mirror across the room.

"You look beautiful." He compliments easily, eyes caressing her body from her head down to her bare toes.

She feels like a goddess under his eyes.

"Where did you get this? It was sold out everywhere." She stares at him in wonder and he smiles at her gaping mouth, "I called in a favor. I knew a designer who owed me a favor." He shrugs as if it's nothing that he knows designers who are connected to the Alexander Wang, she's still not used to his influence.

Wait.

"Do you know Alexander Wang?" She shouts in surprise spinning to stare at him and his easy smile and open hand gesture is enough of an answer.

"I got your measurements from Mr.Tak. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you."

Her nerves have been shot all week, it's true that they haven't discussed the reunion at all but that doesn't mean it hasn't been on a mind even haunting her dreams.

She didn't want to be embarrassed again. She knew that she shouldn't let them get to her, she didn't have to prove herself to anyone but for once she just wanted to make them all eat those condescending words. She wanted to show them that she was the same weird girl from high school but she was even more now, also a successful woman and there was nothing wrong with being both sides of those coins.

Without her even saying one word he'd been able to detect how important this night was for her.

"Thank you." She breathes tears glistening on her eyes, he wraps both arms around her waist beaming at her in the mirror.

"Don't thank me yet you didn't even see the shoes yet."

Without waiting for her answer he steps away to lift a pair of sparkling shoes from the box, the red soles immediately notifying her of the exorbitant brand.

She gapes at the shoes and then a smirking Vincenzo and then back at the shoes, "Are you crazy? Are those Louboutin's?" She asks the obvious question turning the shoes over to stare at the vibrant scarlet soles. A certain Bronxite’s voice blaring in her head about blood shoes.

"They did say the theme was luxury. I thought these were just right for you." Squealing like a kid in candy store she sits down on the bed with both shoes in hand, but before she can slip them on he's lowering himself to his knees. The sight is enough to stop her in her tracks, her traitorous imagination running wild at the implications and possibilities. When he takes the shoes from her loose grip she merely watches as he slides the shoes onto her feet, just like the dress they too fit perfectly.

"I feel like Cinderella." She chuckles trying to break the tension and the swell in her chest but his bright smile only makes her chest constrict tighter, she doesn't know if she'll survive tonight.

"Hong Cha-young!" She freezes at the sound of Ae-ram's squealing voice only pausing for a moment before turning with a tense smile.

Here we go.

The woman is flagged by her usual posse and parrots, who are always ready to echo her biting remarks and she gulps down her dirty martini needing some liquid courage.

As if sensing her unease instantly Vincenzo takes the hand that was artistically placed in the pocket of his fitting white dress pants and curls it around her waist, grounding her with the simple touch. She turns to him and he greets her with a calming smile that she can't help but return.

I've got your back. He says with only a slight lift of his lips.

She takes a deep breath.

Ae-ram's smile dims as she gets closer to them, her eyes honed on the hand on her hip and she leans fully into the warm body pressed against her side.

Min-he speaks first, an equally constipated smile on her face, "Who's this? You've never brought anyone before. Is this a work friend?" She almost rolls her eyes at the ridiculous question, as if work friends would be this comfortable with each other. They're already finding excuses, grasping at straws and creating complicated solutions for something that is easy to understand simply because they don’t think she’s worthy of attention. That large hand tightens lightly before a light chuckle reaches her ear, “Vincenzo Cassano, lawyer and the lucky man who gets to call her my mine.” She fidgets in his hold blushing at his bold introduction and watching all eyes widen at them, nobody speaks at first clearly in shock at the revelation.

“Vinshenzo? What kind of name is that?” Someone harps from the back of the crowd and she feels her hackles rise, yes she might have struggled with the pronunciation of his name at first but it felt petty and intentional right now not an honest mistake like her mispronunciation had been.

But before she can unleash her anger, another old classmates breaks the tense stalemate.

“Oh you’re the Italian lawyer I heard about on the new, who took down Babel! Great job!”

She had also helped with that, them being a team but nobody seems to care about that all focusing on Vincenzo, all herding around her Italian like he’s a celebrity and she watches shock as he easily wins them over.

“Sì, ero io. Il piacere è tutto tuo.” Yes that was me, the pleasure is all yours.

The group minus Ae-ram and Min-he all oh and ah at his effortless Italian despite having no clue what exactly he just said, she too is clueless at the quickly stated sentence but the mischievous smirk on his handsome face informs her of all that she needs to know, he is mocking them right to their faces. She hides a smile behind her hands, pretending to cough into her fingers.

Wordlessly, the group separates based on sex-she watches helplessly as Vincenzo is tugged away in a boisterous discussion about the state of Korean football- and she is left alone with those harpies but unlike the other reunions suddenly she is the most interesting woman there, regardless of Ae-ram trying to steal the show with pictures of her new full breed dog. She watches amused as the other woman is pushed aside and she is accosted on both sides, questions firing off like rockets.

“Where did you meet him?”

“Does he have a brother?”

“When are you getting married? You have to marry him!”

“Does he always smell that good?”

She turns flabbergasted to hear that question coming from Ae-ram’s right hand woman, Min-he and Ae-ram glares at her looking betrayed before she storms off with her professional head shots of her dog. She expects Min-he to trail after the spiteful primadonna but to her shock the other woman moves in closer, joining the firing brigade with their million questions about the handsome Italian.

They all settle down when the man they are so curious about returns, hand back on her waist like that its resting place.

Her ears ring from their coos and shrill “awws” but she leans into him nonetheless happy to have him back, already exhausted dealing with these people.

Then she notes that the tone of the questions suddenly shift as they begin to bombard the Italian Korean all at once. There are....more flirtatious when speaking to him and she feels her blood curl at the unprecedented change.

“Are all Italians this handsome?” Her eye twitches at the bold inquiry, subconsciously she feels her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at the woman who was brave stupid enough to ask that. The bitch blanches at her sneer but still flutters her eyelashes at Vincenzo waiting for his response, she clears her throat loudly answering for him, “He’s one of a kind and fortunately all mine. “ She can feel the smug bastard preening next to her practically buzzing from her compliment, and she quickly makes their escape, “Please excuse us.” Vincenzo smoothly tips his drinks at the women, “Addio,” he bids farewell in Italian arm still hooked around her waist as she sashays away, Louboutin's clicking on the marble tile floor.

The scrap of Italian leaves them all in a frenzy, whispering wildly behind them.

She drags them to the bar, ordering two shots of soju and another dirty martini ignoring his examining stare.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She already knows the answer to her question, it’s written all over him and she tries to stifle the jealousy that wants to rear its ugly head.

He looks over at her with a lazy grin, trying to appear innocent. She isn’t fooled for one second.

“Me? I’m not doing anything. I’m only here for you.”

She scoffs at him, staring at his annoyingly handsome face and his gleaming white suit he discarded the jacket earlier and his arms have been distracting her all night.

“You love the attention.”

He rubs his neck before turning to her fully, leaning on the bar counter.

“What? Are you jealous of the attention I’m getting? isn’t that why you brought me to make you look good?”

She wants to deny it and laugh at him, but even now she can hear the voices in the distance all intrigued by the Italian and the bartender’s eyes linger just a minute too long as the smooth Lawyer throws his free shot back in one fluid motion. She should be used to it by now, everyone in a ten mile radius getting a hard on for the Korean Italian. She understands why he gets all this attention, he is gorgeous that was one of the many reasons that she had fallen for him too but sometimes it can be intimidating to be with someone that so many others desire and so obviously too.

She wonders if she even deserves him.

Was she enough for him?

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” He taps her on her forehead dragging her from her self-deprecation. “Do you know why they’re all so mean to you?” He suddenly asks and she stares at him before shaking her head no.

Probably because she’s a hot fucking mess.

“They’re jealous of you.”

A burst of laughter slips free at this speculation and she watches as his face tightens, “You really don’t know do you?” His voice is liquid fire, smoky and dark like the tendrils from a cigarette.

“What are you talking about?” She manages to get out despite being lost in his voice.

“How sexy you are.” He leans over to whisper directly in her heated ears, she moans lightly at his breath on her skin.

That is hardly ever a word that she has heard used to describe her, Hong Cha-young.

Clumsy. Forgetful. Selfish. Loud. Demanding. Too Much.

Those words she had heard all her life but never sexy. She was too strange to be sexy.

“You’re smart and beautiful and you have a successful career. You aren’t afraid to be yourself and now you have me on your arm. You have everything and they wish they were you, they’re jealous.” He repeats firmer this time, rubbing a large thumb across her bottom lip and grinning down at her with barely contained glee.

She starts to deny his claim but then she looks behind her and sees nothing but a sea of envy, women and men both looking at them and she notes not all eyes are on Vincenzo a few men seemed lost in the low cut dip of her dress and the miles of naked skin on display.

She gasps at the hard line that pokes at her bottom when he leans into her back, standing flush her back to his front. She shivers when he leans down to breathily say, “Everyone is watching, why don’t we give them a show?”

This is not like her, at all.

She has never been a fan of public displays of affection, even screaming at horny strangers in the past to get a room but she feels all that restraint leave her body at his challenge. Driving her body back into his jutting erection she slowly grinds in perfect rhythm to the song playing over the stereo.

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She feels seductive as the music curls around her and she lifts her arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him ever closer and pushing back harder delighted at the groan that escapes his lips. He is coiled tightly behind her but he doesn’t move a muscle letting her have complete control over their interaction and she has never felt more powerful. Continuing to sway she leans back when he tightens his grip around her waist, mewling as his nose rubs at her earlobe and letting out a soft gasp when he blows on the tender flesh.

When she peels her heavy lids open, there are so many hungry and watchful eyes on them.

Ae-ram looks scandalized and she can see the woman pointing at them but she can’t hear a word that she’s saying the blood in her ears is too loud, drowning out all other sounds.

It must be the liquor in her veins because seeing all the voyeurs only makes her bolder, before she can second guess herself she spins around much to Vincenzo’s chagrin but she silences him with a finger on his lip.

“Follow me.”

He arches a thin eyebrow but eagerly obeys her command when she tugs him in the direction of the bathroom.

She hears several gasps behind her as she tugs open the door stepping inside, dragging him right behind her the silence is deafening when he closes the door behind them, turning the lock with a metallic snap.

Her breath comes out in hurried puffs.

What the fuck am I doing? She asks herself, wondering if this is what people call an out of body experience.

“We don’t have to do anything. Their imaginations will do the rest.”

He’s giving her an out.

Gripping his hands tighter, she pulls him over to the toilet which is thankfully clean using her feet to slam the seat down before pushing down him to sit. He looks up at her with inquisitive eyes, waiting for her next move but lets himself be manhandled the second time this night.

“Thank you for everything tonight,” she covers his mouth with her hands as she climbs into his lap, whatever words he had on his tongue evaporate when their groins meet.

“I know I don’t say this enough, but I love you.”

She has only ever said it once before and he’d been sleeping, they both knew he wasn’t truly asleep but he let her pretend and she appreciated it but there was no way she couldn’t say it now, tonight. He had been her prince charming when she had expected nothing.

“Are you serious? You say it to me in her-” She pops open his pants button cutting off his stunned response and he stares at her, making her feel hot.

“Talk later?” She begs and her request is backed by her hand disappearing through the slit in his pants and wrapping around his dick, the hot muscle twitching fiercely in her hold.

He chokes out word that sounds like a jumbled “yes” and that’s all the consent she needs to stroke him harder, using his precum to glide her hand down from the tip to the base and then back up again, he lets out a punched out groan at her purposeful handling of his imported goods.

Shifting back marginally, she gives herself more room tugging his pants down further to get a better look at the pretty pink cock, it’s standing at attention and weeping for her and rubs harder twisting in a corkscrew motion on the mushroom head much to his pleasure, he thrusts up into her hand and immediately she lets go.

“Please,” he whines so prettily and she tsks at him, “Don’t move, you can only take what I give you. You said you were mine right?”

She doesn’t know what has come over her but seeing all those women and men lusting over her boyfriend makes her want to remind them and him, just who he belongs to.

She expects him to put up some sort of fight, instead he nods eagerly at her command stilling his hip and she can see the strain in his white knuckled grip on the toilet edge.

“Good boy.” She praises and notes with stunned satisfaction the way his dick jumps at the praise too, interesting.

She starts with a light pace, stroking with the barest amount of pressure before she starts to grip him tighter when he groans at the dryness of her hands she leans over to spit on his head, this makes him hiss and fight to stay still in her grip she rewards him with a kiss to his flushed red head. The wet sounds of her hands stroking his hot meat fills the small space of the bathroom and lifting one hand she grabs his tie using it to yank him into a hard kiss, he opens up for her immediately letting her tongue explore his mouth.

She has never seen this mafia man so docile, it’s like seeing a lion behave like a house cat.

With a hard suck at his bottom lip, she breaks their kiss leaving them to pant into each other’s mouth harshly.

She didn’t know how far she actually planned on going but now nothing seems like enough, she needs more.

Staring deep into his eyes, she stands up releasing her grip on him and he sighs watching her confused before she slides both hands under her dress and slowly pulls down her panties, they are tiny, white and lace, matching her bra and he looks mesmerized as they are pried down her legs.

“Are you sure?” He’s still checking on her and she smiles at him, stepping out of the panties and cheekily putting them in his pocket, “Give them safe for me,” she doesn’t give him a chance to reply before sinking back down onto him, his dick is hard and thick but she’s so wet that he glides into her like they are two matching pieces of a puzzle. An erotic puzzle.

“Fuck!” He shouts when he bottoms out and his cock is completely encased in her tight walls, his voice echoes off the bathroom walls.

She grabs his tie, making his eyes pop open and she watches amused as he sputters as she stuffs the expensive material into his mouth.

“You’re being too loud.” She teases remembering all the times he had been the one admonishing her as she screamed beneath him.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He echoes her words from spitting out the tie and she can’t deny it, so instead she rocks forward taking even more of him simultaneously shoving the wet tie back into his mouth listening to his barely muffled grunts. She rises up on the tips of her toes, her red bottoms giving her that extra bit of height, his hard tip popping free with a wet squelch before she slams back down onto him titling her head back and moaning to the ceiling.

He’s being so good, not moving at all simply letting her fuck down on him and she can tell his control is slipping every time he grips her waist too tightly, painfully.

She continues to ride him, chasing her own pleasure and whimpering when his blunt head slides across her engorged bead, rocking vigorously up and down as she feels the end drawing near. She tightens her hold on his shoulder, using him as leverage to ride him faster, his thighs tense under the weight of her body and her rapid pace.

The wet smacks fill the air filthily and she feels dirty, absolutely nasty but instead of shame an intense wave of pride barrels over her.

“You’re mine.” She whispers out loud to herself but he misinterprets the words and eagerly nods at the statement thinking she wants him to declare that he’s hers, “Yes I am yours, all yours,” and she loses her mind, pistoning herself rapidly on his lap before pleasure surges through her body, starting in her toes and curling up her thighs and she rocks her nipples into his chest through their layers of clothes, she muffles her cry in his throat roughly pulling at the skin there to silence her deafening screams.

It’s only then that he breaks the rules, reaching up to grab her shoulders and yanking her down to meet his vicious upward thrust and waves and waves of thick streams fill her up until she feels it leaking at the sides.

There is no sound besides their louds pants.

Then two loud knocks make them both jump from their wrecked state, his softening length falling from her grip.

“This is the only bathroom.” A voice calls out disgusted and with a gasp she stands up straightening her dress and running a hand through her hair before realizing that it’s still sticky, great.

Vincenzo is a puddle on the toilet, legs spread apart and softened dick not yet tugged away, he looks like sin reincarnated and it takes everything not to initiate another round.

“Come on lover boy,” she tugs him up pulling him up and zipping up his pants, then she moves him over to the sink washing her hands and making him do the same. Their eyes meet in the mirror and that’s when she sees much how debauched they truly look, when he turns to look at the hickey she sucked into his pale skin while trying to be quiet she finally feels the ability to be embarrassed returning.

it’s huge and red, almost purple, covering the thick column of his throat and he winces when he rubs at it.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” She apologizes but its for naught because he grins at her proudly, “You were just claiming what’s yours.”

His words light another fire under her skin and it’s only the pounding on the door that stops her from jumping him again.

When they finally pull the door open, none other than a blanched face Ae-ram is on the other side. The woman looks shocked to see them both standing in front of her and the gears begin to slowly turn and a bright blush rushes up her unnaturally high cheekbones while color evacuates the rest of her face.

“Are you serious?!”

She doesn’t stay to hear the rest of the woman’s snide remark, all eyes are on them as she walks over to the bar to grab her discarded purse and Vincenzo’s jacket, the bartender winks knowingly at them looking equal parts aroused and jealous and she chortles, winking back.

He hands them two shots, “It’s on the house,” he looks them up and down languidly licking his lips and she slams back the bitter liquid before turning to Vincenzo, his lips are shiny and now wet under the bright lights.

“Let’s get out of here.” She slams the shot glass on the counter, pulling him out the door.

He hastily swallows his drink, letting her tug him out the door into the cool night air.

“You didn’t let me answer you before, but me too.”

She looks at him from the corner of her eye, the wind causing her to sober up and it takes a minute to understand what he’s talking about. She shifts awkwardly when she ultimately realizes nodding while looking away, their cab is three minutes away.

“I love you too, Hong Cha- young.”

As if she didn’t already know. It was too obvious after tonight.

#vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #hong cha young #rated E #smut with feelings #chayenzo #CCFC2021 #top CY

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bitletsanddrabbles · 3 years ago

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But of course, we’re supposed to agree with The Good Character

“It is not quite fair to hire people for one job, and then blithely promise them for another without ever checking properly, although heaven knows it goes on. If you said to Cora, ‘You do realize you’ve made an enormous amount of work for your servants,’ she would be horrified, because, after all, other people are coming in from the village to help, aren’t they? ‘Yes, they are, m’lady, but it doesn’t alter the fact that there’s a lot more to do for all of them.’“

- Downton Abbey Complete Script Season 2, pg 140

“Anna’s moral position is higher than Mary’s here. Anna is prepared to be alone for the rest of her life if Mr. Bates never comes back. Mary, on the other hand, is not prepared to be on her own forever if Matthew never returns. But, to be honest, I’m on Mary’s side. I think Anna is throwing away her life. So, in one sense, in terms of romantic fiction, we’re supposed to approve of Anna’s abnegation and sacrifice, but in reality I approve of Mary’s getting her act together and being determined to make another life. So, in the Downton way, I hope the audience is divided.”

- Downton Abbey Complete Script Season 2, pg 132

“Thomas as House Manager is pretty hard for all of them to swallow, and here Robert and Carson discuss the facts about him that Cora does not know. In my morality, Robert has got himself into this fix by feeling that he needs to treat Cora as the little woman who can’t be trusted. I think he is being paid out for infantilising her, just as he is later paid out for infantilising Mary. When anyone infantilises those around them in order to remain in control of events, it is, in my experience, usually a bad idea.”

- Downton Abbey Complete Script Season 2, pg 153

These author comments are the sort of thing that spring - strongly - to mind when people start talking about Downton in terms of good characters and bad characters and who you’re supposed to side with because, well, just look at who’s writing it!

The concept that Julian Fellowes is an upper crust, heterosexual, cys, white man and therefore wants us to side with the upper crust characters and the ones with the moral high ground, no matter what, is wrong and built on audience prejudice. He frequently disagrees with the actions of Team Upstairs. Or he’ll do something like the second quote where one character will have a stronger moral stance, but he doesn’t agree with them. There are multiple places with a comment that basically amounts to “And here we have Robert/Carson/Matthew being an idiot...”

Julian Fellows is the son of a mixed-class couple who married in the ‘30s, before it was cool. His Dad’s family didn’t approve. They made sure his mother knew they didn’t approve. They did it in front of him. It’s all in the forward to “The World of Downton Abbey”. It’s where his fascination not with the upper class, but with the entire class structure comes from. The reason he was able to do such a good job with the servants is because he sympathizes with them, and we’re supposed to do the same. Hell, in three seasons worth of scripts the only character I can think of he didn’t say something nice about was Larry Grey.

He even managed sympathy for Very Bates, for crying out loud!

Downton Abbey is a complicated show. It is supposed to be complicated. You’re supposed to have mixed feeling and change your mind about characters and situations as they go and develop. You’re supposed to side with characters with dubious morality and to look at characters the rest of the cast loves and want to beat them over the head for being an insufferable dolt.

It’s supposed to be be as real as possible. Can you imagine actually eating dinner with the woman who inspired Violet? She was his....great aunt, I believe. So yeah, he did that. Those dinners are, in a sense, very real.

How many of you agree with your entire family all of the time?

So if you are reducing it to “blah blah, good character always right because blah blah money and morals” then you have no one but yourself to blame for the fact you’re watching a boring, aggravating, not remotely worth-while program.

#downton abbey #julian fellowes #team upstairs #team downstairs #who are the good guys?#spoiler alert #there aren't any

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plaidbooks · 3 years ago

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Nicknames and Slumps - “The Big Leagues” baseball AU

(moodboard by @witches-unruly-heart)

A/N: Here’s chapter 2 of the Baseball AU! I know I mentioned some chapters going towards the Summer Bingo--and they will--but I wanted to establish Sonny in this universe a little bit, first. This chapter takes place in the off season, and the beginning to Sonny’s second season of pitching for the Mets. Like before, feel free to DM me any questions you have about baseball/the AU!

Also, shoutout to @thatesqcrush and her husband for answering my arbitrary Mets questions!

P.S. Aquafresh is a brand of toothpaste

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Sonny’s first year in the majors was almost flawless. Outside of his perfect game in his sixth start, he was dominate; he kept his ERA hovering around the low 1.00’s, and he was still undefeated. He did, however, have a few no decisions, only two of which were his fault. But besides that, he was the star everyone talked about. He even won the Rookie of the Year award; something almost unheard of with pitchers. The Cy Young award shocked no one, and the Mets were frantically offering him more money, trying to keep him. As if he’d go anywhere else.

Even with his spectacular pitching, the Mets didn’t make it to the post-season. But as the Mets watched the World Series from their homes, all anyone could talk about was the kid, Sonny Carisi.

He had gained notoriety among sportscasters and journalists for his outstanding performance on the field. But the fans adored him for his off days, and for how he conducted himself off the field. Not only did Sonny donate most of his time in the off season—not to mention his money—to multiple volunteer organizations, but he also offered to do signings at small, struggling mom and pop shops for free. He’d bring in huge crowds, spending hours at these events, taking pictures, signing autographs, talking to kids and adults alike.

While in the ballpark, on days he pitched, he would do his workouts in the trainer’s room, coming out of the dugout just to throw in the bullpen. He was focused, working on his mechanics. But on days he didn’t pitch, he was one of the first out on the field. Sonny had a penchant for hanging out right next to the dugout, signing autographs and taking pictures. He never declined—unless the umpire was yelling at him to get off the field so they could start the game—and he had a blast. And when he was in the outfield, shagging balls during batting practice, he’d toss them up to the crowd, or give them to kids with a huge smile.

Sonny’s trademark smile earned him his first nickname: Aquafresh. He threw his head back and laughed when he first heard it, loving it. He wasn’t as fond of his other nicknames that sprung up afterwards: Stringbean and Earthworm Jim being his least favorites. But there was one that apparently was going around that he didn’t hear from the crowd.

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It was early morning, and he was watching the postgame wrap from the night before while he ate breakfast. Normally, Sonny didn’t watch the pre- or postgame commentary. But since he started dating you, he made it a point to watch if you were on. He smiled as he saw you wearing his jersey, thinking you were too damn cute, and wanting to cuddle with you on the couch.

The conversation slowly shifted from the game that happened to Sonny, as it normally did…not because you forced them to talk about him. In fact, you did your job as normal; it was your cohosts that would change the subject to him. And now that they knew—the world knew—that you two were dating, he almost wondered if it was on purpose, to see if you slip up on some personal info about him, or you two together.

“Speaking of Carisi, have you heard the new nickname? I heard the Staten Island Little Leaguers came up with it,” one of the guys said.

Sonny watched your face light up. “I have! They call him Peanut Butter Cup, right?” you asked, though he knew you didn’t need to; you never said anything that you couldn’t back up.

“Peanut Butter Cup? Where did they get that from?” another of your colleagues wondered out loud.

You smiled, and Sonny felt a swell of pride at your knowledge. “From his last name. They went from Carisi to Risi, then to Reese, then Reese’s and bam! Peanut Butter Cup,” you explained.

Sonny laughed, flushing with embarrassment, his heart warm. Children called him Peanut Butter Cup. Not for the first time, he felt an intense longing; Sonny wanted children, wanted a family. He was only 22, but he had known most of his life that he wanted to be a father. He made a mental note to bring up the prospect of children with you. It was still early in your relationship; you’ve been dating about five months, but with your jobs, you rarely saw each other. Hell, you saw each other more at work than off the field. Your relationship was mostly over text or phone calls, but he still felt deeply about you. He wasn’t sure if it was love yet, but he was hoping to get to know you more in person in the off season.

Once he finished breakfast, Sonny sent you a text: I saw your show from last night.

You responded almost instantly, unsurprising to him; your whole livelihood was on your phone. And? Did I do well?

He smiled, heart fluttering; he liked that you valued his opinion. Fantastic. Just one thing.

What??

I hate peanut butter.

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Sonny Carisi was named the Opening Day starter for the Mets, shocking absolutely no one. He had just turned 23 and was already the best pitcher for the club, maybe even in baseball at the moment. Or so he, and everyone who watched him, thought. But that first game, the Cubs lit him up. Sonny gave up more runs in that game than he had in any other start combined. His manager took him out in the 4th, something that’s never happened to him before. When Sonny pitched, he was normally a shoo-in for at least 7 innings.

Frustrated, Sonny sat hard on the bench, not letting anyone outside the pitching coach talk to him.

“It happens to everyone eventually, Carisi. Just gotta let this roll off your back, come back strong your next outing.”

But that next outing, he did worse. He didn’t know what was happening to him. His command was perfect, his stuff great. It’s like everyone he faced suddenly could see right through him, knew every pitch he was going to throw before he threw it. It was infuriating. His ERA ballooned up to the 5.00’s, and he wondered dimly if the Mets would trade him.

Sonny eventually started shutting everyone out. He even stopped watching the pre- and postgame shows, whether you were on it or not. He stopped reading the articles you wrote, and he stopped reaching out. He even stopped being the first out of the dugout, stopped signing things by the dugout. On his days off, he spent it hiding in the locker room until game time. He didn’t want to field the questions about what was wrong with him; he didn’t have an answer, for them or himself.

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“Sonny, please open the door,” you called, knocking on the front door to his loft. He’d been avoiding you, and you worried about him.

You heard the latch unlock and took a step back. Sonny opened the door, looking annoyed. “What do you want?”

“I want to make sure my boyfriend is okay. Can I come in, please?” you asked. You knew he was frustrated, and that this may be something you’d have to deal with while dating. And you planned to force yourself into his life, to help him as best you could, whether he wanted to shut you out or not.

Sonny scoffed, turning and walking into his home. But he left the door open, and you followed, closing it behind you. “Of course, I’m not okay! Haven’t you been watching?”

“You know I have been. So, you’re in a slump; it happens—”

“Not to me!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

You took a breath, staying calm. “It was bound to happen, babe.” You tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged you off.

“So, what? You’re going to side with those other analysts? Calling me a fluke and writing shitty articles about me?”

You flinched at the accusatory tone in his voice. “Of course, not—”

“Why not? Everyone else is doing it; I’m sure your bosses would eat it up.”

You sighed, trying to shove down your own defensiveness. “Would you please just listen to me for a moment?” He shot you a glare but didn’t speak up. “You know I analyze pitching for a living, right?”

“So? I’ve tried to make my fastball faster, tried to make my curve drop more, but I can’t—”

“Sonny,” you said softly, making him stop his rant. “Instead of trying to blow pitches passed batters, you should be working more on your mechanics and command. If batters are making contact, then make that work for you. Force grounders or popups, trust your defense to back you up; they’re there for a reason.”

His eyes scanned yours as he took in your words. “Th-that’s a great idea, actually….”

“I’m glad you think so,” you replied, smiling.

Sonny returned your grin. “I—I’m sorry for snapping at you,” he sighed heavily. “I just…I don’t know what’s changed between last season and now—”

“You’re not new anymore; teams can break down your pitching style. You won a Cy Young and Rookie of the Year; they’re all so threatened by you that they all probably studied the hell out of you.”

He nodded, feeling a little better with your praise. “Y-yeah….”

You reached up, cupping his face, making him look at you. “There’s nothing wrong with you or your pitching. The batters just stepped up their game. So now, you have to answer back, okay?”

He lifted a hand, placing it on top of yours, and turned his face in your hold, pressing his lips to your palm. “Thank you, doll. And again, I’m sorry for yelling—”

“It’s fine, Sonny. I understand that you’re frustrated,” you said, smiling.

He squeezed your hand. “It’s not fine; you’re just trying to help. I should listen to you more; you’re so smart, and not to mention beautiful. I promise to never snap at you again.”

Your smile grew, and you lifted to your tiptoes, giving him a tender kiss. He leaned down, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you flush against him, and you hummed into his mouth. Slowly, he pulled back, leaning his forehead against yours, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Just so you know, I’ve never, and will never, write a shitty article about you, or call you a fluke, Stringbean,” you muttered against his lips.

Sonny let out a chuckle. “You know, you’re the only person who can call me that to my face, and not have me get annoyed.”

You giggled, pressing your lips to his once more. And sure enough, his next start had him looking back to normal, except instead of striking out double digits, he forced grounders for eight scoreless innings.

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Tea, Mrs. Aird?

Carol (2015) fanfiction

request: “Carol Aird x Reader instead of Therese, reader sometimes babysits Rindy/fixed Carol’s car…”

Summary: Carol comes home early to you babysitting Rindy.

Characters: Carol x fem!reader, Rindy

Word Count: 1,654

Warnings: None! SFW :) This is pre-canon, with a slightly younger Rindy and no Therese but the same marriage-in-distress blonde we all love!

Carol was dropped off by a taxi at the mansion home late in the evening, her toes aching from her heels and her face hurting from the sick smiles she was forced to keep giving Harge and his parents over and over again. Jeanette made it a bit more bearable, chatting away to the blonde as if there was no tension between the married couple to be seen.

She tipped the driver and struggled to find her keys, cursing on the doorstep, chilled to the bone. Her hands shook with cold as she tried and failed to open the door, ready to smash her head into it when it suddenly creaked open.

“Mrs. Aird?” Your voice was timid, but your eyes were twinkling brightly. You were wrapped in a blanket over your shoulders that you no doubt snitched off of the living room sofa. Carol’s posture drooped a bit and she smiled tiredly at you.

Florence was on vacation, and though Carol had insisted she could stay home while Harge went to dinner to look after Rindy, he had retaliated and picked up the phone to call you, the babysitter, before any more arguments could have been made.

You stepped to the side, holding the door open so Carol could come in, blonde hair slowly falling from their curls.

“Where’s Mr. Aird?” you asked, noting how she came in alone. Carol sighed and forced a smile as she shook off her heels.

“Still at dinner. I wanted to come home early. Is Rindy in bed?” To be fair she had no idea if Harge would even come home tonight, though she didn’t let that get to her.

“She is. Fast asleep last I checked,” you answered.

“Damn,” Carol sighed. “I was very excited to say goodnight. I suppose that’s on me for coming this late after her bedtime.”

“You could probably pop in and give her a hug-,”

“No, no, I’ll let her sleep,” though her shoulders slumped, nonetheless.

“Would you like some tea? I just put the kettle on,” you asked, moving her shoes away from the doorway.

“Oh, you’re a sweetheart. I’d love some,” Carol said, smiling kindly. “I just need to hop in the shower quickly.”

“Of course,” you cleared your throat, flustered, but remaining as composed as possible.

Carol dragged herself upstairs and you went to make her a steaming cup of tea. Fingers brushing through your hair, you flattened out your dress to rid of the wrinkles.

A little bit of milk, and some sweet honey, and you had it ready. You knew the way Carol liked her tea, her coffee, her cutlery organised in the kitchen down to a t. You busied yourself cleaning the rest of the kitchen until you heard soft footsteps approaching you from behind.

Carol was in her bathrobe, hair damp, face fresh and calm, and your knees nearly buckled on the spot.

You passed her the mug carefully, fingers brushing. Carol leaned against the countertop and watched you as you kept tidying.

“You know you could leave that for Florence, right? You’re not in charge of every corner of the house. Only Rindy.”

You thought you were being reprimanded and you blushed, but when you met Carol’s gaze there was a teasing glimmer in her eyes and you smiled. “I just want it to be as spotless as can be. I don’t mind doing it, you know. It feels natural to do as part of my job.”

Carol hummed as she sipped her tea, “natural, you say.”

Her eyes gazed off into some far-away place. You knew the look; troubled and concerned, but you supressed the urge to ask and pry about it.

“Oh, goodness, look at the time,” Carol gasped. “I didn’t realize I had been that late. Or maybe I was in the bathroom too long.”

“You do enjoy luxuriously long showers,” you teased. Carol looked at you, her face unreadable. “From- from what I can tell.. Mrs. Aird.”

She smiled, just the barest hint of teeth showing, and you looked down, then glanced at the clock. “I should probably go. Technically my job was finished the moment you got back. I’m sorry for lingering.”

“No-, no no, you’re not lingering, darling,” Carol assured you, reaching across the countertop to gingerly grasp your hand. “I enjoy your company, really I do.”

“Well,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up. Carol’s thumb swiped gently over your hand, and you hoped she wouldn’t feel your racing heartbeat.

As if on cue, a loud thunderclap from outside made you jump. Strong rain rumbled on the roof. Amidst the impromptu thunderstorm, Carol held your hand consistently, gripping your fingers as you both watched the wind and rain against the nearest window.

“Well,” Carol murmured, “you shan’t be leaving now, darling. No cab is going to come out here at this time now with this storm. Stay the night.”

She stated it so matter of factly, as if there wasn’t any other option. You opened your mouth to object, again, but something came bounding down the stairs before either of you said anything.

Carol’s hand slipped away from yours, and you mourned the loss of the warmth as Rindy ran into the kitchen, whimpering and latching onto her mother’s bathrobe. The three year old began blabbering about the scary noises from outside and Carol lifted her onto her hip, hushing and cooing her soothingly.

“Could you make her some warm milk, please?” Carol said to you softly before walking back up the stairs with her daughter in her arms.

You came to Carol’s bedroom with a warm bottle of milk and Carol’s mug in hand, which you had topped up with a bit more hot tea. You waited a moment, watching Carol as she soothed and spoke to her daughter, holding her small hands and brushing her hair away from her face. She was sitting cuddled in her mother’s lap on the big bed, nearly drowning in the massive duvet and blankets.

When she noticed you in the doorway Carol beckoned you in, and helped Rindy take a few sips. Once finished, you took the bottle from the toddler and handed Carol her tea.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” she whispered. You limply shrugged a shoulder and tentatively sat on the edge of the bed, holding one of Rindy’s small hands as she fell asleep.

Once Rindy was fully asleep, Carol reached a hand out to you to tap on your shoulder, nodding her head to the door to indicate you both should shuffle out quietly.

“Well, I suppose my bed’s been taken for the night,” Carol quipped, tightening her robe’s belt.

“Oh, then take the guest room! I don't mind sleeping on the couch, really, it’s a nice couch,” you added.

“Nonsense, whatever gave you that idea? Come on, the bed’s big enough for both of us.”

“But, Mrs. Aird-,”

“It’s just Carol, remember?” she said, eyes shining. “Come along.”

And that was how you ended up in the surprisingly spacious guest bed with Carol by your side, wearing an old pyjama set of hers, tucked under the heavy blankets.

“What if Mr. Aird comes home when we’re sleeping?” you asked, softly. Carol was scribbling a note down to remember to call Abby tomorrow that she set on her nightstand.

“Oh, he won’t be coming home tonight, Y/N,” she said airily.

You blinked in surprised, quieted by the truthfulness of her voice and the implication of the statement.

“We got in a row at the party,” she admitted, avoiding your gaze as she fluffed her pillow. “He’s either at his parents’ or staying at Cy and Jeanette’s. Not that I mind.”

“I’m very sorry, Mrs. Ai-, Carol, I mean.”

“Don’t be,” she sighed, turning to look at you. “There’s nothing to be done about it. I’m happy you’re here instead. At least I don’t want to rip my hair out around you.”

“I’m happy too. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“How many times must I tell you, it really is no bother at all. Sleep now, you insufferable thing,” Carol laughed, running a warm hand through your hair.

You couldn’t remember when you fell asleep, only that some time in the night Rindy had woken and climbed in your bed despite your best efforts to get her back to sleep. Carol had grunted in surprise, half-asleep, before pulling Rindy and then you close to her, making a cozy cuddle pile in the bed. You fell asleep once again to the feeling of Carol’s warm hands holding you close, and this time with an additional Rindy snuggling closely against you, content, unbothered, and delightfully relaxed.

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