#i also desperately wish there was more of this universe out there besides just the movie and a tie-in game

[emmg]

WIP whenever

because @heylittleriotact uno reverse'd me lmfao

bc grading essays is overrated, so here’s a lil’ something from the ridiculous fic I’m forcing my keyboard to suffer through. Plot? Absolutely none. Just Emmrook going on “dates” (and like also… smutty dates) suggested by the other clowns haunting the Lighthouse. This one’s SUPPOSED to end in a coffee date—because Lucanis—but I haven't written that yet lol

Honestly, it’s like… smut-crackfic with necromancy puns that should be punishable by law. I keep saying I’ll write a serious Emmrich one day, but let’s be real, that day isn’t today

Anyway, title? Don’t have one. I'm just throwing a bunch of dashes and slapping a read-more right before it gets too long so it doesn't invade anyone's dash

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It’s the most absurd scene. Like, truly bonkers. 

She hovers in the doorway, conveniently camouflaged by shadows, because though the cringe levels are searing her soul, she simply cannot look away. It’s like watching a runaway cart barreling downhill, if said cart was cobbled together with blissful ignorance and top-tier ineptitude. 

There, crammed onto Harding and Neve’s favorite tiny sofa, are Lucanis and Emmrich. And they’re... talking? Sort of? It’s the most agonizing conversation she’s ever been subjected to, and that’s saying something. Lucanis is flailing his hands around, using them more than words, trying to drive home whatever point he’s failing spectacularly to make. Meanwhile, Emmrich, ever the dignified one, has one leg crossed so neatly over the other that it creates this little triangle of space that she suddenly wants to crawl into and hide from the embarrassment radiating off both of them. 

"You see," Lucanis laments, his fingers forming that universal gesture of the confused and the desperate, “we went for coffee. But she, well, threw it back. Like a shot of spirits. It was not just any brew. This was from the frost-bitten slopes of the Vimmark Mountains. A dark roast with notes of juniper and just a hint of wild honey. You don’t just drink something like that—you experience it.” He shakes his head. “Her focus was all on that new case file, instead. And fish. Fried fish."

Emmrich nods along thoughtfully. “I understand. However, if I may be so bold, Lucanis, have you perhaps thought of discussing something besides coffee? A change of topic might open new avenues.” 

"I did offer to sharpen her knives."

“Knives,” Emmrich repeats, as though weighing the term’s philosophical import. “And… Neve is known to possess a significant collection of blades?” 

“No,” says Lucanis, flat as a pancake. 

“Ah,” Emmrich replies, offering a sage nod. A wise and knowing “ah,” as if that somehow clarified things. "An unusual approach, then." 

Desperate to claw himself out of this conversational pit, Lucanis asks, “Well, what is it you and Rook… do?” He stumbles over the words, as though simply asking has exhausted his entire social skill set for the year. 

And now, it’s Emmrich’s turn to squirm. She can almost see his moustache twitching, wishing it could detach itself from his face and make a run for the hills. He looks away, frowning slightly, as though consulting some vast internal library.  

They don’t go on dates. Please. Not even the hilariously doomed sort that Lucanis somehow subjected Neve to. For one, neither of them has the time for candlelit strolls with the world about to be ripped apart by blighted elven gods strutting around like they own the place.

Usually, she just pops into his room and fucks him while he pontificates about the finer points of romance. Oh, she always lets him go on for a hot minute, but once her lips are on his throat and her hands start wandering further south, he finally gets the hint, and that highbrow nonsense about “dignified courtship” goes straight out the window.

Emmrich, after clearing his throat, finally answers, "We discuss books."

From her shadow, she snorts. He's not wrong, technically. Just the other night, she had perched in his lap while he was reading some dry treatise on Fade energy attunement and the properties of dawnstone. He’d even launched into a detailed explanation while she kissed her way down his jaw and neck, hardly deterred by the lecture. Finally, when her hand wandered beneath his shirt, Emmrich, after a brief struggle to finish his monologue, allowed the tome to tumble from his grip.

So yes, “discussing books” might be accurate, but it’s hardly the whole story. And yet here sits Emmrich, steadfast in his scholarly pride, while Lucanis looks ready to take a long walk off a very short pier. She’s not sure which of them is more tragic. 

“Hm,” says Lucanis, apparently having reached the absolute zenith of his conversational abilities. 

“Ah,” Emmrich replies, with all the enthusiasm of someone describing mildew yet also, somehow, managing to sound very polite about it. 

She saunters over to break this pathetic monotony of wall-staring both are currently engaged in.

“My dear,” Emmrich perks up, relief flooding his face as though she’s just rescued him from the depths of some social hell. His voice is full of that charming lilt he uses when he’s desperate to salvage his dignity. 

He makes a half-hearted attempt to stand, all dignified and well-bred, but she waves him off with a lazy hand, signalling him to stay seated. And stay he does. Without missing a beat, she slides into his lap, practically draping herself sideways over him, arms winding around his neck. He tenses for a moment, exhales in resignation, but eventually gives in, one hand resting at the small of her back, fingers just barely grazing the line between respectable and… well, decidedly not. 

“I hate when you do that,” Lucanis snarls from across the sofa, jabbing a finger at her. 

“Yes, it’s not very proper,” Emmrich says with solemnity, though he’s showing absolutely zero signs of protest about her whole backside pressing against him. 

With a serene, mischievous grin, she stretches her legs, casually extending them until they’re firmly invading Lucanis’ personal space. 

“Mierda,” he grumbles, swatting at her ankle with all the fervor of a cat being swiped at by an annoying feather. “Rook.” 

She just grins that beautifully infuriating grin. “Go back to your pantry, Lucanis,” she says sweetly, her tone one of pure, serene malice. “The gouda is getting lonely.” 

Lucanis stalks off, glowering as if he’d chuck a knife at her head if he had one in hand. And she’s fairly sure he would. 

She blows him a kiss. He shows her the middle finger. They’ll have coffee in the morning.

Meanwhile, Emmrich, ever the portrait of indulgent patience, looks up at her from his cozy place beneath her with a satisfied hum. “How was your day, darling?” 

“Good,” she sighs, stretching further until her legs are practically colonizing whatever’s left of Lucanis’ side of the sofa. “Yours?” 

Emmrich raises an eyebrow. Makes a contemplative sound deep in his throat. “Enlightening. Lucanis and I were just having… an intriguing discussion.” 

“Oh?” she purrs, eyes glinting. “About what, pray tell?” 

“Courtship,” he says, savoring the word as though it were some priceless artifact he’s just dusted off from an ancient shelf. 

She smirks. “I’m sure you gave him absolutely riveting advice.” 

“I certainly tried.” He heaves a great sigh, even rolls a shoulder in a semblance of a shrug. “Though, I fear our preferred methods diverge.” 

“‘Preferred methods’?” she echoes, giving his thigh a playful squeeze. “Do enlighten me.” 

Emmrich gives her a look that’s half-scholar, half-sufferer. “Well, I fancy a touch of romance, some… sentimentality, if you will. And Lucanis…” 

“And Lucanis?” she goads. 

“His idea of a grand romantic gesture involves… knives,” he finishes with a sigh of pure exasperation. 

She can’t hold back the snort that escapes. “I mean, yeah, it’s Lucanis. Did you expect anything different?” She presses a little closer, trouble dancing in her eyes. “But for what it’s worth, I do love talking about books with you… so very much.” 

Emmrich doesn’t miss a beat, a hint of sarcasm curling his lips. “So I’ve gathered.” 

“Tell me more about your books, Emmrich,” she coos, batting her eyelashes with all the enthusiasm of a third-rate actress in a chintzy Orlesian play. 

“If you’re genuinely interested, I would gladly oblige.” 

“Oh, I’m interested,” she purrs, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. “In you talking… while you bend me over your desk.”

Emmrich rolls his eyes, his facade of feigned innocence dissolving in an instant. “There it is,” he says, shaking his head, fully resigned, and yet absolutely, unflinchingly unbothered. “Right on schedule.”

She giggles, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, laughing against his skin as his mouth curves into a smile. His hand moves down her back, rubbing a little more insistently, as if he’s grounding himself—or maybe just unable to resist the urge to keep her right there. 

And she doesn’t make it easy for him. She drags her legs back, swings one over his lap, and settles herself down, straddling him. For a moment, she just studies him, tracing her fingers through his hair, brushing little gray strands back, pressing featherlight kisses along his cheekbones. She moves to his jaw, his forehead, then teases at the edge of that absurdly high collar he insists on wearing like he’s hiding some grand secret rather than just a very biteable throat. 

He is fine, she muses, is he not? So impossibly precise, so painfully detailed. He’s all sharp angles and sleek lines, with those maddeningly long fingers that look like they could carve through a mountain if they set their mind to it, and legs that seem to go on for days. Tall, lean, graceful, and—she smirks—a touch too verbose for his own good.

There’s a tragic elegance to him, too, a sort of quiet, melancholic dignity wrapped up in age and maturity, like a bottle of rare, finely aged wine that’s only gotten more complex with the years. A shame, really, that he’s about to be thoroughly enjoyed by someone who wouldn’t know a fine vintage from a spoiled ale. 

She’ll savor him all the same, every last bit. 

When she takes his hands, winding her fingers through his, she feels him smile—a real, soft thing, so she leans down and steals it right off his mouth. She licks along the seam of his lips, teasing, before he finally gives in and parts them, letting her kiss him in earnest. 

“I like your rings,” she murmurs as she pulls back, letting their mouths part with a wet pop, a little string of saliva snapping between them. “They make you look expensive.” 

“Not too expensive, I hope,” Emmrich teases. “Otherwise, I fear I’ll meet the same fate as every artifact your merry Lords of Fortune collect. Pilfered in the night, sold to the highest bidder. One moment here, the next—poof. Gone.” 

She makes a show of sighing, voice deadly serious. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’d rig the auction, slip in a pretty penny or two, then plant an inside man to bid on you. Coin in one hand, you smuggled back to me in the other. All in one night.” 

He laughs, that rich, throaty sound she loves, and she can feel it rumbling up through his chest. “All that trouble just for me?” 

She leans in, lips brushing his ear. “Consider it my own little courtship ritual,” she whispers, nipping at his earlobe. “Better than dinner and a walk, don’t you think?” 

He chuckles, his hands slipping to her hips, holding her close as if he’s half-tempted to test just how well she could pull off that heist. “Dangerously persuasive, as usual.” 

For a while, she stays just as she is, savoring the closeness, every slow inhale filled with the scent of him, the warmth of his body against hers. She steals little kisses, grazing his jaw, breathing her laughter against his skin each time he starts to smile. She loves the quiet, the intimacy of it all, though she loves his voice just as much. Sometimes, she asks him to read aloud, not for the content, but for that smooth, careful cadence that rolls through her and makes her feel so, so good. She’ll rest her head in his lap, fingers idly tracing patterns on his hands, kissing his knuckles, his fingertips, watching his face as he reads. 

Now, there’s nothing for him to read, but she leans into him all the same, letting his quiet words fill the space. He murmurs, babbles, whispers soft nonsense as he unlaces her hair, fingers brushing through the waves, watching as they fall in gentle cascades over his lap. She exhales, content, her eyes half-closed, perfectly happy just to listen as his voice drifts around her, soothing and familiar. 

She simply listens, resting her head on his thigh, gazing up at the ceiling, fingers trailing over his hands, kissing his fingers one by one, lingering on each touch. Her teeth gently scrape along his skin, letting her tongue follow in a slow, winding path. She feels his breath hitch, hears him stumble over his words as she nibbles down each finger, tracing her tongue along the edge before she takes it into her mouth, sucking just enough to leave him squirming. She lets each finger slip from her lips with a wet pop, savoring the way his composure falters, how he tries—and fails—to keep his voice steady as she drags her mouth over the center of his palm, kissing, licking, leaving nothing untouched. 

He’s given up on this one-sided dialogue entirely, his gaze drifting from her to the room around them—the door, the table, the empty corners where nothing but dust bunnies, or perhaps a few stray Fade bunnies, lurk in silence. 

“Dear,” he murmurs, glancing down at her. “We ought to move.” He gives her a gentle nudge, even tries to rise himself, but she’s not having it. 

“Oh, but you look so good here,” she protests, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “They’re all asleep, Emmrich. Even Lucanis, that kitchen rat, is probably curled up in his pantry right now, snuggling his precious wheel of parmesan.” 

Emmrich lets out a long, put-upon sigh, like he’s reaching deep into his reserve of patience, maybe for some scolding remark, but he finds none. His shoulders drop as he finally relents, letting her kisses chip away at his restraint. She leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, detailing exactly what she wants him to do with those hands of his—where she wants those fingers, how she wants them stroking, filling, plunging, curling… 

“Well then,” he manages, and she laughs, a short, wicked little sound, straight into his mouth. 

She slips down his body, her hands already at his waist, working his trousers loose with a grin that says she knows exactly how flushed he’s become. She murmurs something obscene, barely a whisper and almost incoherent, her smirk widening as she leans in closer, taunting, “Come on, Emmrich, don’t tell me no bone was ever… poked… in that crypt of yours, right out in the open for all to see.” 

“It’s the Grand Necropolis,” he corrects, like that’ll somehow keep his dignity intact, “and we most certainly do not… poke.”

She undoes the last of the many - too many - buttons on his trousers before freeing him just enough to take him in hand. And oh, would you look at that, for all of his posturing he's already hard. All that wriggling on top of him certainly led to something, she thinks.

“Oh?” she hums, tracing her fingertips over his bare skin, savoring the way he stiffens under her touch. She leans forward, her lips brushing against his length as she murmurs, “Not even a quick tumble between the tombs? Not a single bone used for inspiration?” 

His restraint crumbles as she flicks her tongue over him, taking her time, drawing out each little shiver, each catch in his breath, making sure he’s utterly undone before she finally lets her mouth close around him, her gaze locked on his as she starts to take him deeper, her mouth warm, wet, greedy. And as she feels him sink back, his hands clenching in her hair, she knows she’s finally broken that perfect composure, and she couldn’t be more pleased. 

Then she pulls back just enough to speak. “So, tell me, is this what you meant by reanimation techniques?”

Emmrich sighs, dragging his free hand over his face as if he could somehow block out the utter cringe tumbling out of her mouth, his fingers twitching, though she doesn’t give him a moment’s peace. She lowers her head again, sucking him in, hollowing her cheeks, before releasing him yet again, his cock slipping past her lips with an obscene, wet pop. “You know," she muses, "I’d say you’re looking rather stiff.”

A sharp exhale escapes him, a half-laugh, half-moan that only encourages her further. She picks up her pace, taking him deeper, her hands braced against his hips as she moves with a steady rhythm, doing that little thing with her tongue she knows he likes, she knows that everyone likes, a talent truly, swirling all the way around, pressing it flat on the underside of his cock, only to suck her way up, breathe hot air against him, before swallowing him again. 

Between every few breaths, she pulls back just enough to taunt him, her voice syrupy with mock innocence. She can barely hold back the laughter as she watches him react, his hips bucking ever so slightly with each tease, like clockwork, so deliciously predictable. “Come on, love. I thought resurrection was your specialty?”

“Blasphemy,” he mutters above her, though there’s no real heat in his voice. 

“No, no.” She rests her cheek against his thigh, stroking him instead with a slow, deliberate touch, her palm warm and slick, her grip firm. “Think of it as… a rather intensive course in raising the dead.”

The absurdity of it hits her right as she says it—her last attempt at an erotic pun officially surpassed—and she breaks, a snort escaping as she buries her face against his leg, her shoulders shaking with laughter. 

But then she feels his hands shift, pulling her up by her arms, and she yelps, startled, before giggling as he hauls her up, settling her right back on top of him. 

“That’s quite enough of that,” Emmrich whispers. 

As he catches his breath, she wipes her mouth, grinning at him with all the smug satisfaction of someone who’s just completely dismantled a man who prides himself on his restraint. She feels his fingers on her chin as he angles her face back towards his so he can kiss her and she's not shy, she tangles her tongue with his immediately, tasting as much of him as she can reach, even tracing the edge of one canine before retreating for breath. 

“Think you could, I don’t know…” She waves a hand around aimlessly. “Necromance my pants away?” 

He smiles, curling her hair around his fingers where it frames her face. “No, dear. I’m afraid that is not in my skill set.”

[penkura]

Our Angel

Summary: Sanji can't believe how lucky he is to have you and this little baby you brought into the world.

Warning: Mentions of giving birth, pregnancy discussion, loving husband Sanji :3

Note: Ahh the final one-shot I have done from the 'knowing' universe! :') I wrote this after the last one, and it's long but also one of my favorites. I love writing Sanji, please let me write more for him.

How much longer? How much longer??

Sanji's anxiety was through the roof as he paced back and forth in front of the infirmary door. You were finally in labor and Chopper and Robin had kicked him out of the room, thinking he was making you more stressed than your contractions were. He could hear them guiding you through the next contraction and telling you to start pushing, and he really, really wanted a cigarette for the first time in months.

He desperately wanted to be in there with you, but didn't want you more stressed than you already were. Sanji believed it couldn't be too much longer, but also wasn't entirely sure. Labor could last hours or even multiple days, yours was progressing quickly though, and it wouldn't be long before you met your baby face to face. Sanji leaned against the door, holding his breath without realizing it, just waiting and listening.

And a few moments later, he finally released his breath when he heard a baby's cries, standing up straight and facing the door, his anxiety finally being taken off his shoulders. He could hear Robin and Chopper congratulating you and telling you that you did amazingly, but he couldn't hear if they said whether you had a boy or girl, or how the baby was doing. The cries though told him that your newborn was doing just well, they were very upset to be in the world now, but it would be all right over time.

After several more minutes of waiting and his anxiety picking up again, Sanji was beyond glad to see the infirmary door open and Robin giving him a smile.

"You can come back in now."

He didn't need to be told twice, quickly entering the room and hurrying to your side, making you laugh when he got to you, dropping to his knees beside your bed and taking your hand before hugging you as close as possible.

"Sanji~"

"I'm so glad you're okay! Both of you!"

Sanji started kissing you all over your face, making you laugh lightly until you both heard a small cry, which made him freeze a bit before looking at your little baby resting comfortably on your chest. Seeing the tears start to well up in his eyes made you smile softly before you looked back at your newborn child.

"What do you think?"

"They're…perfect."

"Isn't she?"

"She?!"

Laughing again you nodded. Through the later months of your pregnancy, Sanji made it clear how badly he wanted and hoped you were having a girl. When your baby first kicked, there was so much excitement between the two of you that he inadvertently called them she, surprising you until you questioned him about it.

"She?"

"...I said they."

"No, Sanji, you said she." You giggled a bit seeing how embarrassed he was at letting his wish for a daughter out like that. "You think we're having a girl?"

"I…hope we are."

You definitely had realized, even before then, that Sanji would be a great girl dad, and now he could prove that to you with your newborn daughter. Just the fact he seemed hesitant to even touch her tiny hand for a second told you he was going to be the most protective dad you'd ever met.

"She looks exactly like you, Sanji."

"She…she really does." Sanji finally reached out and barely brushed your daughter's cheek with his knuckle, which made her move just a bit. She looked like she was his clone almost. The same blonde hair, same curled eyebrows. She basically got nothing from you and everything from your husband, but you didn't really mind it. You might get lucky and she'd get your eye color, but even then it would be all right if not.

She was still your perfect little daughter.

"Can I," Sanji pulled you from your thoughts, nervously biting his lip a bit while looking from your daughter to you, "can I hold her…?"

"Of course!"

Nerves started bubbling up, but Sanji let you show him the best way to hold your daughter. He held her close, keeping one of his hands under her head to give her more support, while she started to whine when she was moved from you to him. You weren't at all surprised when Sanji started to gently hush her, kissing her forehead and softly telling her that she was all right.

"Yeah, it's ok, sweetheart. Daddy's got you, angel."

Your daughter calmed down almost immediately, opening her eyes to try and focus on Sanji, and it nearly took his breath away to see her looking up at him. This was what you two had waited the last nine months for. To finally see and meet your daughter face to face, and here she was! A precious, beautiful little angel that fit perfectly in his arms and looked at him like he was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen (which, granted, she'd really only seen you and Sanji, but it still meant everything to him). You just watched as Sanji stared at her and she stared back at him, before she yawned and snuggled herself more comfortably in his arms, you noticing how his bottom lip was trembling while he watched her fall asleep, kissing her forehead again and whispering how much he loved your sweet little girl.

"[Y/N]...thank you so much for her."

Hearing how strained Sanji's voice was made you smile softly, knowing he was fighting to not start crying. Not right now, he didn't want to wake your daughter or cause her any distress.

"What do you think we should name her?"

"I…I'm not sure, love."

"Well, I have an idea."

+!+

When you had gone into labor, the rest of your crewmates were off the ship. You'd docked at an island the day before and they'd all gone to explore a bit, pick up a few things, and let the log pose reset. You had hoped to go later in the day but obviously things had changed and you wouldn't be joining anyone on this island this time. Robin and Chopper had stayed behind just in case, since you were near your due date anyway and it was a good thing they did.

Once Luffy and the others got back, they were surprised Robin was the only one on the deck of the Sunny waiting for them. Luffy of course was the one to ask, running up to Robin and asking if you were sleeping or something. You'd normally be on the deck waiting for everyone, so it was weird they didn't see you this time.

Robin smiled a bit, "Well I assume she is by now. She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl while you all were gone."

Everyone was completely silent, expecting Robin to say she was just kidding to get a rise out of them.

"I'm not joking by the way."

With that statement there were shouts from Usopp, Luffy, and Nami, the latter of the three running for the infirmary right away saying she needed to see her niece. Not even having seen your daughter yet but being happy for you, Franky and Brook were in tears, while Zoro smiled a bit and Jimbei gave a smile and a nod.

"Sounds like the crew has expanded by one then."

Luffy and Usopp were quick to follow after Nami, nearly breaking down the infirmary door asking to see your daughter.

You were actually wide awake, holding your daughter and showing her off to Nami who was cooing softly towards her.

"What a little cutie, yes you are! Aunt Nami is going to buy you lots of cute dresses!"

You laughed a bit while your daughter stared up at Nami, seeming to be completely amazed by her. "You wanna hold her?"

Nami was about to respond when Luffy pushed past her, getting up close to see your daughter. "She's so small!"

"Luffy!" Sanji grabbed your captain by the back of his shirt and started pulling him away. "Get out of her face! You're going to scare her and make her cry!"

"No I'm not!"

"Hey guys."

"Yes you are!" Honestly Sanji trusted Luffy a lot, but he needed to learn boundaries, especially with a newborn baby.

"Nuh-uh! She's gonna think I'm funny!"

"Boys."

"And if she doesn't?!"

"Then…then…I don't know?"

"Idiots!" Nami was close to bashing both their heads in, but her outburst got their attention. "You're both about to make her cry!"

Sanji looked over and saw you gently hushing your daughter who was starting to whine and whimper like she was about to cry, him rushing over by your side to help with quiet, sweet words that he was sorry and didn't mean to be loud.

"My apologies, Angel. I didn't mean to startle you."

Once she calmed back down, you let Usopp and Luffy come over and see her, both of them looking amazed by how small she was. Luffy kept begging to hold her, Nami telling him she had first dibs, and Usopp asking how you both were. Your other crewmates joined you all after a bit, Brook offering to start playing a lullaby to keep your baby girl calm while Franky was crying about how super it was to meet her finally. Robin returned to make sure you weren't getting overwhelmed, and Chopper wanted to do another check on your daughter to be certain she was doing all right. Jimbei gave you his congratulations and said you'd had a beautiful baby, while Zoro mostly stayed to the side, but he did smile just a bit, glad for you to have safely delivered your baby.

You were doing well with everyone there, answering questions and letting each of your crewmates see your daughter up close, they all took turns briefly holding her since they knew that, obviously, they'd have plenty of chances to do so in the future. Once Nami got a hold of her a second time, she refused to let her go to anyone that wasn't you or Sanji. She was going to absolutely spoil your daughter and everyone could see that.

"Hey hey," Luffy latched onto your arm, giving you a big grin, "what'd you guys name her??"

The small bits of chatter quieted hearing Luffy's question, most of your friends looking at you or Sanji for an answer. Nami still had your daughter in her arms, very gently bouncing the sleeping newborn.

You smiled at Sanji with a slight nod, him returning the gesture to speak up.

"We've decided to call her Angel. After calling her that while [Y/N] was pregnant, it…it felt right."

Truthfully you had offered to name her after Sanji's mother, whether you'd had a boy or girl, and he almost took you up on it, but felt that for now, he'd wanted to give your child their own, unique name. He really did greatly appreciate you wanting to honor his mother, but didn't feel ready for that yet. And like he'd said, you two had called your daughter an angel the whole time you were pregnant, actually naming her Angel felt like the right thing to do and you both thought it sounded wonderful when you decided.

"What a sweet name." Robin smiled and nodded, the rest of your crewmates agreeing with her.

After some time Chopper said you needed rest and it was close to dinner time, making Sanji nod.

"I'll go get something started for–"

"Nope!" Shaking her head, Nami handed Angel back to Sanji to stop him. "We'll take care of dinner and bring you guys some; you stay with your wife and daughter, Sanji!"

With a grin she left the infirmary and headed straight for the kitchen, everyone else following shortly after her, once they'd given you another congratulations and said goodnight to their niece. Seeing the shocked look on Sanji’s face made you laugh once everyone else had left.

“...did I just get banned from my own kitchen?”

+!+

The rest of the evening went by smoothly and quietly for your little family. Nami had sent Zoro to bring you and Sanji dinner once it was done, and you were grateful for having so many people to take care of your family while you recovered. Chopper came in a few times to check up on you and Angel, making sure both of you were doing well before he headed off to bed, telling Sanji to come get him if anything happened. After you had dinner and nursed Angel again, you went and took a quick shower, leaving Sanji with your daughter which made him terribly nervous even though he knew it was only going to take you a few minutes to shower. All he did the whole time you were gone was watch her sleep. You'd given her a pacifier to hopefully keep her calm and sleeping, and it did work. Sanji was just so enthralled with her, gently hushing her and stroking her chubby cheek whenever she started to fuss a little.

"Hey it's alright, don't cry. Mommy will be back soon, daddy's got you for now."

When you did get back, you held back a laugh seeing Sanji was nearly asleep while holding Angel. Quietly, you went over and took her from him, waking your sleepy husband and telling him it was just you, you were going to get Angel to bed so you both could sleep. While Sanji followed your lead and went to take a shower himself, you got Angel ready for bed and comfortable in a bassinet near you, she was sleeping soundly and you knew she'd wake at some point in the night, but until then, you'd watch her sleep and hold her little hand, making sure she knew you weren't going anywhere.

"I love you so much, Angel," leaning over, you placed a soft kiss on her forehead, "I'm so glad you're ours."

Once he came back from his own shower, Sanji wasn't even the slightest bit surprised to find you already asleep, still holding your daughter's hand. You'd had quite a day, having pushed a whole new person out into the world, nursing her multiple times, and having to deal with your anxious crewmates for several hours after they got back. It was a wonder you'd stayed awake as long as you had! Sanji knew he was staying with you in the infirmary as long as Chopper made you and Angel stay there, so he did the same as you and kissed your daughter's forehead, before slipping into your bed beside you, bringing you close to him and kissing your cheek once he did.

"I'm so proud of you, [Y/N]. You've been amazing today."

You shifted a bit, making Sanji smile when you told him you loved him before falling back fast asleep.

"I love you too…both of you."

+!+

Your sweet little Angel had grown so much in the last three years. She had ended up with your eye color, which made you beyond happy that she'd gotten something from you. She'd learned to walk, talk, and had the brightest smile and giggles on the Sunny, apart from Luffy that is. She really was an angel to everyone, but especially you and Sanji.

Her first steps weren't really because of you or Sanji, it was Luffy and Usopp trying to get her to start taking a few on her own. She'd been able to walk a slight bit at the time with someone holding her hands, but not on her own yet. You absolutely trusted Usopp and Luffy with her (despite how many times Luffy tossed her into the air and caught her, the fear you felt the first time made you consider leaving), they were helping Angel learn to walk under your watch, you were sitting nearby on a lounger with Sanji, who was slightly nervous watching them. Honestly Sanji was the more nervous parent at times, but you knew he just wanted Angel to be as safe as possible while you all traveled the seas.

"Come onnnnn, you can do it, Angel!" Luffy grinned at her with his arms wide open, while Usopp had a hold of her hands, keeping her standing up. Angel frowned a bit, tears welling up in her eyes when she tried to reach for Luffy but couldn't grab him. He was only a few feet away, he'd easily be able to hurry over and lift her up, but your captain also really wanted to see her take her steps on her own.

"You wanna try, Angel?" Usopp smiled and let go of one of her hands to ruffle her hair a bit, which made her whine slightly. Luffy took two very small steps forward, arms still wide open and grinning.

"You can do it!"

Angel kept reaching her free hand towards Luffy, before she looked at her feet and took a step, looking back at him while she started to walk on her own once Usopp let go of her hand.

Watching your then nine-month-old daughter take her first solo steps caused you to tear up while Sanji was beaming with pride. Angel made it over to Luffy on her own, and once she did, he scooped her up in his arms with loud laughter.

"Yahoo, you did it, Angel!!"

"Good job! Next you'll be running around the ship!"

Angel giggled loudly while Luffy tossed her gently into the air. After the one time he threw her too high up causing you and Sanji to threaten him he'd been more careful, especially seeing how much she enjoyed being tossed up and caught. After that, she started following you and Sanji like a duckling, eventually getting to where she was running around the Sunny, either chasing someone or being chased with loud laughter.

When she said her first word, you weren't even on the ship. You had gone into town with Franky and Jimbei when you landed on an island, checking the place out to see what stores they had and how long it would take the log pose to reset. You'd left Angel on the ship with Sanji, and while he was grateful for the time with your daughter, he was also trying to figure out what groceries he needed to go shopping for the next day. Nami offered to entertain Angel while he checked the pantry and fridge, taking her out to the deck for some sun and to play with her.

"You are just so cuuuuuute! You got your daddy's hair and eyebrows but your mommy's face!"

Angel smiled and giggled a bit at Nami, covering her mouth with her little hands. At this point she was already 18-months-old, but hadn't said her first word just yet. You weren't very concerned, knowing it would happen when it happened, but every evening when the three of you went to your room, Sanji would sit with Angel on your bed and try to get her to say something more than her toddler babbling.

"Come on, sweetheart. Can you say dada?"

Angel babbled, no discernable words coming from her mouth while she smiled and reached at Sanji.

"Then…mama?"

"Mmmm….mmmm…." She pressed her lips together before sticking her tongue out.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I don't think she's ready yet, Sanji."

Nami had given Angel a coloring book and some crayons to entertain herself, especially once she started talking with Zoro about the money he owed her.

"I'm just saying, if you leave me with a little of your allowance every time we dock, you'll be paid off in no time!"

"How much is a little?"

"Mmm," Nami thought for a second, patting Angel on the head when she smiled at her, "about 300 berries."

"That's a tenth of what you give me!"

"Yeah, and?"

Zoro's eye twitched slightly, obviously annoyed by this. It wasn't his fault all the stuff he normally bought was expensive, or that he spent a decent bit of it on booze!

The two argued a bit more while Angel watched them, giggling a bit when Zoro lifted her up.

"Wait, where are you taking her?!"

"Nap time. Right, tiny cook?"

"Nap!"

Nami and Zoro both stared at Angel in surprise, your daughter yawning a little and sticking her thumb in her mouth.

"Did she just…?"

"She did! Sanji!!"

Hearing Nami yell for him, Sanji dropped what he was doing and ran out to the deck instantly. "What's wrong?!"

"Listen, listen!!" Nami turned back to Angel and Zoro, telling him to say what he did before.

"Hey, it's nap time, right?"

Angel nodded. "Nap!"

Hearing her say an actual word, not toddler babbling, made Sanji's jaw drop and he started to tear up a bit. "Y-Yeah! It's nap time, Angel!"

Honestly it was an odd first word, but when you heard her say it, it made you smile and hug her close, kissing her chubby cheeks and telling her how proud you were. After that, the words came more easily and she quickly realized she knew who mama and dada were, and started calling you and Sanji whenever she needed you. She eventually had nicknames for everyone so she could call them easily, and your crewmates accepted them instantly.

As she got older, turning three more recently, you'd become even more amazed with your daughter and how she was becoming her own person. She was a giggly mess most days, loved fruit over every other food, and took naps almost as often as Zoro. They had become napping buddies much to Sanji's chagrin, but he eventually accepted since Zoro would bring Angel to one of you once she was awake.

Nami made good on her promise to buy Angel lots of cute dresses, your daughter's wardrobe was better than yours. Robin would sit and read with her until she fell asleep most nap times, if Zoro wasn't around at the moment. Usopp and Luffy would play games like tag or hide and seek with her, one of them always having Angel on their shoulders in a team up against the other. Chopper would join them most of the time, or he and Angel would play on the swing or in the kiddy pool together. Franky made Angel new toys constantly, only with your approval did he give them to her. Brook would play whatever song or lullaby Angel wanted to hear, or do his infamous 45 Degrees to make her burst out laughing. Jimbei would tell her (along with Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper) various stories he had from before he joined you all, and she loved every one of them.

Despite your love for your crewmates, you had more enjoyed introducing Angel to the Baratie crew over everyone else. After your pregnancy was confirmed, Sanji had given them a call, speaking to Zeff before anyone else and letting him know he was going to, basically, be a grandfather. It became so quiet that you and Sanji both wondered if the connection got severed, before hearing Patty yell asking why Zeff was crying over the transponder snail receiver. It made Sanji tear up worse than when you told him you were definitely pregnant, and he had to give you the receiver to tell the rest of the Baratie crew. When they all heard, they cheered and gave congratulations to you and Sanji, a few of them saying you absolutely had to stop by once the baby had been born. Once Angel was born, you sent over all the pictures you took of her so everyone at Baratie could see her as she grew up. Eventually your ship made it back to the East Blue and the Baratie, around the time of Angel's second birthday, which Zeff demanded you to celebrate there once you arrived. You dressed her in a cute little, frilly pink dress that Nami had gotten her, and knew Sanji was anxious for everyone to meet the both of you properly. Of course, you'd been with the Straw Hats already when you'd been by and recruited Sanji, but things had moved so fast back then that formal introductions were an afterthought. Now that Sanji was back with you as his wife and with his little daughter, it was definitely nerve-wracking for him.

Well, it was until the three of you stepped inside and all the chefs quickly rushed to see Angel, all of them fawning over and doting on her. Almost all his nerves went away as Patty, Carne, and the others tearfully loved on your daughter and introduced themselves to both of you properly. Angel became shy with so many new faces, reaching for Sanji to take her from you which he did, and she hid her face in his shoulder.

"Aww come on little one, what's wrong?"

"She's just overwhelmed. It's too many people at once."

Hearing that, most of the Baratie chefs dissipated in order to let Angel relax again, the only one coming up to the three of you was Zeff himself, bringing back Sanji's nerves.

"Well, the baby eggplant has his own baby eggplant now."

"Watch your mouth with my daughter, crap geezer." The smiles on both their faces told you all was well, this was the norm between Sanji and Chef Zeff. Sanji got Angel's attention to get her to lift her face from his shoulder, pointing her view to Zeff. "This is your grandad, Angel."

Angel blinked a little, not the slightest bit scared and reached for Zeff, knowing it was safe because Sanji said so. Once Zeff had a hold of her, Angel just smiled and giggled, giving him a loose hug. It made him turn away from both of you, confusing you the most, until you heard Carne shout that Zeff was crying again and got to be the first to hold Angel. You laughed when you noticed Sanji had turned away as well, fighting his own tears. The rest of your visit was less tearful, filled more with laughter while everyone entertained Angel and you told all the stories you had of her up until then. You did also learn that Zeff kept every picture you sent of her in his room, a fact that made Sanji happier than you could have imagined.

After your visit back to Baratie, you kept in touch by sending more pictures, even a few letters telling stories of what Angel was learning and how well she was growing.

The last three years had changed so much, you and Sanji couldn't imagine life without your little angel.

"[Y/N], mon amour! Angel, my dearest!!"

"Daddy!!" Angel's bright [e/c] eyes lit up, squealing when Sanji came over to the both of you, providing you with a drink and snack, and Angel with her favorite snack of apple juice and carrots.

"I've got your drinks and snacks for the day!" He gave you both the most loving smile, making you return it and Angel giggled.

"Say thank you daddy!"

"Thank youuu!"

Clutching his heart, Sanji still couldn't believe his luck, even after all this time. Seven years married to you, three years of life as a father. The amount of love he had for you two made it feel like his heart was going to burst out of his chest most days.

"Oh, my beautiful girls!! What gods did I please to deserve you?! I love you both so much!!"

You laughed a bit, taking a sip of your fruity water and rubbing your slightly swollen stomach. "What're you gonna do if this one's a boy?"

"Oh, that's easy," Sanji gave you a loving smile while he picked Angel up as she requested, "I'll love him as much as I love you both."

"Have you thought about what I said? For a name?"

Nodding, Sanji sat beside you on the lounger with Angel still in his arms, her grabbing her sippy cup and a baby carrot.

"I have, and I think…I'll take you up on it this time."

Smiling, you gave a slight nod, before kissing his cheek with a hand still on your stomach.

"Sora it is then."

A few months later, you ended up having a little boy with your hair and Sanji's eyes, and Angel was absolutely in love with her baby brother once Sanji introduced him to her. Your crewmates once again were beyond happy for you, and you just couldn't imagine your life turning out any other way.

[maritotoy]

MAUGA X Support/Medic Reader ((Part. 1))

NOTE: Believe it or not, I never realize how long I've written this one.

This narrative tracks Mauga's obsession with Y/N as it grows to the point where he is prepared to kill everyone who stands in his way. With this in mind, Mauga's commitment would gradually grow. He would start out softly and then this need on you would get stronger.

It all began when your talents were initially utilised for recruitment. You were a terrific help, willing to assist your teammates in whatever way they needed.

Your main issue was that you could never truly let them handle things on their own. As a result, it became increasingly difficult to care for yourself.

They promised you riches if you helped them fight back against their threat. There were only so many ways to profit from rival worlds, after all. You were aware that you were going into a whole new universe when you agreed, but you also felt that you had no choice but to accept them.

Ultimately, you didn't wish to pass away, did you?

It was stated to you when you first joined TALON Organization, that you should concentrate only on the battlefield. Up until you met Baptiste, an exceptional combat medic, it was great with you. Your shared enthusiasm for curing illness is what unites the two of you. It turned into a shared passion. As you try to acquire experience in several areas, like medical supplies, you both hope to discover some more useful abilities, like healing or even a unique kind of combat capability.

But you can hardly ever get to Baptiste, he's constantly at the top. Both a combat mercenary and medic. You're always looking for ways to sharpen your skills.

Even after meeting him again at your base and on missions, you are still determined to improve your ability to deal with any possible emergencies. Not until later do you find out what happens when a member of your unit gets injured.

Baptiste surged in, carrying an imposing stature and a solid, muscular frame. His voice sounded desperate, asking, "I'm sorry if I came to you! I know you are busy, but I need help with my friend, please, Y/N!" The urgency was so obvious that there wasn't much resistance. Even if he was a doctor himself, it must have seemed urgent enough.

Besides... You were in the right place to help.

You rushed over to his side and helped him stabilize his huge friend. "What happened, Bap? Are you hurt?" He didn't reply, but his eyes told you all you needed to know.

You fix your sight on his pal. He does not appear to be hurt or seriously damage. However, the man's body is completely soaked, which looks very suspicious to you. "Is he alright, Bap? I don't see anything wrong." He shook his head and gave a sigh.

"We were attacked. Mauga and I found the source of the enemy attack and got separated."

"How long has it been since then?"

"Four hours, maybe five."

"Do you have any idea of what may have caused the damage?"

"I'm not sure. However, I had already discovered him unconscious but unharmed on the ground. It should not take long for him to awaken.." You glance at the unconscious man again before you say, "Let me take a look at him." He nodded and stepped aside.

"Mauga could never be wounded by shots like that. Despite his size, he could easily absorb one hit thanks to his physique." He explains.

You crouch down and check on his comrade. He seems fine to you. There's nothing unusual about him, other than the fact that he's a bit too heavy.

You knew Mauga.

And with such.

You just don't know how to engage with him.

On a conversation? Yes. Your profession is your duty.

You don’t really get along with those who rely solely on themselves as an advantage, even though you respect their abilities.

The feeling is mutual. Every time someone gets hurt because of something beyond their control, you are there to help them.

Because that's your job as a medic.

You both have quite a difference in interests, though. You can't stand the fact that he’s so reckless, you can't understand why he doesn't think more carefully before he acts. As soon as he sees blood, it's always the most important thing.

Mauga stands tall, towering over his opponents with an impressive height of 7'5 ft tall. (My headcanon)

Mauga is a formidable opponent on the front lines thanks to his strong, muscular physique. His broad shoulders and thick neck gives off an air of strength and power, and his body is well-built, demonstrating his strength and capacity to deal severe damage to rivals.

Did I mention he has two hearts?

Unlike you, Mauga is a ruthless and cunning individual, driven by his own motivations. He never lets anyone interfere with his goals, whether or not they involve you. While he might act with reckless disregard sometimes, he is also able to calculate the best course of action.

Not anyone knows this. But you knew nontheless with Baptiste.

You may be underestimating him in some way, or you may have witnessed the genuine thing, up close and personal, but he always brags about his achievements without hesitation or shame. His fighting style turns wild and unpredictable when he fights. If Mauga doesn't want to win, he will take his time, before using ChaCha and Gunny, his chainguns, to grab the victory, and he won't give up until he achieves his objective.

He definitely is careless, isn't he?

"He's breathing just fine, Baptiste. I would say he is in perfect health, aside from the injuries, I can't detect any signs of any damage injuries either." You said as you stood up. Baptiste sighs relief. "I'll leave him to you doctor. Don't worry, I trust that you have everything under control." He says this to you while nodding in satisfaction.

This gesture of his is a way of gratitude towards the medic's work.

"I will be back later," he says as he leaves to make a round to prepare for battle.

While Baptiste was gone, you sat next to the downed mercenary soldier and begin to observe him. In the midst of his unconsciousness, he seems to be in a good state. There was no sign of discomfort or pain. His pulses are fast but steady, knowing that Mauga have two hearts, one that allowed him to replace his damaged, organic heart with a cybernetic one. That way, his heart will beat twice as fast. You can easily tell that Mauga is in his natural state.

Your eyes began to feel heavy after observing him for some time. You weren't sure if it's due to fatigue from watching him, or simply exhaustion from your duties as a medic.

Before you knew it, you fell asleep.

When you awoke, you find yourself staring back into the face of Maugaloa Malosi, whose lips formed into those flashing, same pasted smile as usual. “Ah, Doctor. How nice to see you again.”

You quickly wake up, sitting straight up on the chair. “M-Mauga!" You exclaimed, alarmed. "H-How is you- I mean are you feeling alright?”

He grinned at you. “I am feeling rather fine.” You let out a long, sigh of relief. However, you didn't anticipate that this would happen frequently. “I see..." You replied.

Silence takes over for a while. Mauga stared at you intensely before taking a step forward. “Your Y/N, correct? Baptiste little assistant. I've heard much about you, but never expect that I would get to get treated from you.”

You flinched slightly at his words 'assistant' and the word 'little', but you remained calm. “I'm glad that you feel better now. You should rest and recover. If you still need them..."

“I appreciate the concern,” he says as he reaches towards your shoulder. You instinctively raise your hands in preparation of blocking. This caught him off guard, causing him to pause in his movements, then booms laughing.

“My apologies, Teuila. I thought that you might have forgotten what I do here,” he said in that familiar, friendly tone.

“If I recall correctly, I haven't given you permission to touch me.” This comment caught him off guard as he chuckles deeply.

He stares at your hand for a while longer. You're beginning to become worried. After a brief silence, he reaches forward and lightly holds onto your wrist.

“That’s a very sensitive spot…” He whispers gently. Your heartbeat begins to accelerate. “And your pulse is fast. Is this normal?” he asks. “Yes,” you respond in a soft voice.

“Then why are you afraid? You know I'm not going to hurt you...” He grinned. His sharp teeth glinted menacingly in the dim light. "Surely you've already made a friend? You also gave him a lot of attention than you do with me. Or have you grown to dislike me?"

"...I... I beg your pardon-" your speech is interrupted by Baptiste with a tired expression.

"Hey... Sorry that I took so long. I went to gather supplies. Mission was a success." He sighed in relief as he approached you.

"Mauga, I'm glad your awake bud." Baptiste sighs in relief and smiles at Mauga. Mauga returned the gesture before looking back at you.

He still has that huge grin plastered across his features while his eyes darted towards yours. "You're crazy out there Mauga. Do you really think that you can defeat the enemies single handedly?" Baptiste says with a chuckle. “You know me Baptiste, I never do things without planning them out.” He grinned, revealing that row of dazzlingly white teeth. “I still don't understand how you've been knocked down so easily. It's hard to believe that you can be beaten like that.” Baptiste gives a half smirk, half frown.

You listen to their conversation, and you try to make sense of it. Mauga laughs at the situation, as if it's all so obvious. "C'mon, Baptiste, we have bigger problems than me right now. The mission is a success because we finally found the enemy camp. But it was a close call, and we needed your medical expertise to treat the wounded," Mauga explains to Baptiste while looking directly into his eyes with a sly smile. "I carried your massive ass in this camp with support of your weight alone. You ought to be pleased to have a subordinate with such skill." Baptiste smirks. He was referring to you. Mauga laughs at his friend's criticism, displaying his amusement at the circumstances.

"So yeah. It was pretty rough, but we managed to secure the objective! Isn't that great news?"

It's not really a surprise to you.

Mauga does tend to put himself in danger, especially when he's in an unfamiliar place.

This guy is completely reckless, which is why you can't believe that he managed to survive so many battles without falling apart or breaking down.

"Your a loose-canon, but I hope ended well..." you say calmly, hoping that you sound convincing enough.

"I can assure that I have the highest respect and admiration for your abilities as a medic. I would never doubt your skills, even if I hadn't personally experience how skilled you are in dealing with wounds." Mauga comments, he sounds sincere as ever.

Baptiste grins again. "That's a big ego of yours, my friend. You should consider giving a few compliments to the people who did more than you."

"I would love to, my friend, but there's nothing wrong with being modest about our accomplishments."

"Alright," Baptiste said, sounding annoyed.

--------

After several hours, days, months of treating your patients at base. You cannot help but wonder seeing Mauga quite often, whether that is purely because of duty or something else. Although it is difficult to tell what he's thinking, there are moments where you notice the way that he is constantly staring at you. Like he's trying to figure out something about you:

studying your appearance, facial expressions, mannerisms. Sometimes he gets lost in his thoughts, sometimes he appears to be lost in his own world, occasionally, you could catch him smirking knowingly, or even smiling to himself. These small gestures usually only occur during times when it's with you with him. Sometimes, the man is just too cheerful, or too energetic in general.

You could hardly handle the stress of handling all these patients in the infirmary on your own. You're starting to miss having Baptiste around to keep him occupied while you go through patients. You sighed loudly not until Mauga appears behind you

You found him with wounds on his chest and torso. You turn to look at him, "What happened?"

"Nothing serious..." He grins, showing his sharpened teeth.

"Just a minor injury, eh?" You raise an eyebrow at the mercenary, crossing your arms over your chest. Mauga simply shrugs as he sits on a table.

There was another period of silence between you two, and the atmosphere seemed to tense up considerably. This time, it's you who breaks the silence. "I'm sorry that you got injured. I don't know how I should react seeing someone else getting hurt so casually. You could have died out there. And that's not the worst thing that can happen," you said sarcastically and sternly.

He chuckles. "Oh really? Tell me more." He leans closer to your face, gazing deeply into your eyes. "Ah. So that's how it is."

You glare at him angrily, but he ignores you as you continue working. "Are you seriously going to mock me for worrying about you?"

"Not at all," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm. "But there is one thing that concerns me."

"What? You're going to insult me too, aren't you?" Mauga laughs while Y/N tends his injury.

The felt of your touch sends shivers throughout his entire body. He tries hard to suppress the sudden urge to grab her hand and hold on tightly. It's becoming harder to control these urges though. He shakes his head rapidly as he pulls away from you. He looks at you with narrowed eyes. "I'm not mocking you, you know?"

Your gaze flicks briefly to his. "Hm."

There was a short silence between you two, until you began to clean a cut on one of his legs. You noticed his gaze follow every movement of your fingers. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'd prefer that you didn't ask questions so frequently, Teuila."

"Teuila?" You face him. "You know, I never asked you of this... But why do you call me that?" He lets out a deep chuckle and replies. "Because you look like Teuila. It fits well, doesn't it?" He flashes you a warm smile before turning his head away again.

You shrugged of his answer, continuing your work without saying anything further, although you were extremely curious. "Teuila... What does that word mean?" There's a brief moment of silence in between the two of you once you finished cleaning up the blood staining his leg. A faint smile plays across his lips again. "I thought you were better than that."

"And you think that you're better than me?"

"Yeah," he replies smugly.

"Then... You've obviously underestimated me, don't you?" You give him a challenging smirk. He returns the smile with a smirk of his own, but he then turns serious again. His eyes narrow. "Let me enlighten you. That name means 'flower'. Do you understand what kind of flower it means?"

You gave him a blank stare. He continues to smirk, waiting for you to understand his meaning. Eventually, you sigh, putting your hands on your hips. "Do I look like I care to know?" You scoff, rolling your eyes lightly.

Mauga laughs. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter what you think of it..."

There was silence between you two for a few seconds, and you looked away with furrowed brows.

You finish patching up the mercenary, placing some bandages around him and securing them securely. "Now that I finished helping you, you're dismissed." You professionaly said after you made sure that everything was covered properly. Mauga laughs at this. "Really? Now? Just like that?" He asks mockingly.

"Yes Mauga, I don't have any other duties besides tending to your wounds. I've been doing that for quite some time now," you responded coldly.

Mauga raises an eyebrow at this. "You know, if you start beginning to care about those wounds, you might find yourself losing them. If you want me to leave your clinic quickly, then you'll have to earn my trust first, which requires some work."

You sigh heavily. Of course Mauga will insist on making things difficult for you. "I am no doctor Mauga, I cannot cure your injuries." You sarcasticly said.

"Oh I know that. But you're still willing to take the risk." He chuckled.

"You wouldn't had to waste precious time coming here in order to talk shit."

Mauga laughs at you again, grinning like a cat that ate the canary. "I wouldn't waste too much time coming here either, but I also wouldn't be able to enjoy it quite as much because you'll be gone by then," he says confidently. "Besides, you're not exactly known for your patience." You roll your eyes, turning back to the table in front of you.

"You know I've always wondered what it feels like to be your patient," Mauga mused. "To be the one receiving the attention of the most skilled medic in your battalion."

"You must be joking," you replied, you know what he meant, not wanting to think that you would ever become his patient.

"No. You know me... " He grins. You groaned. "Don't' make such assumptions, we don't know each other all that well yet."

"Yet..."

You glared at him as he laughed. "Whatever. It seems like there's no stopping you, is there? We haven't even officially met yet, and already you're acting as if you have a good relationship with me." You sighed exasperatedly, massaging the area of your forehead in irritation.

"Listen, Mauga. My job is simple, I care for my patients and treat them well. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'm different," he said cockily.

"How? Are you not afraid of dying?"

"No... No I'm not... I've done so much more reckless things than death." His expression suddenly shifted to an emotionless one. For a moment, it felt almost as if he wasn't looking at you anymore. Then he chuckled softly, giving you a playful wink. "But I'm no saint."

"It must be hard to admit being human." You shook your head slightly.

"Sometimes." His grin returned to his features.

You couldn't help but stare directly into his eyes for a little longer, taking in how dark they actually are.

Mauga shows a huge plastered face. His still wearing his dumb smile.

You blinked at him.

He blinked back.

You rolled your eyes. "Stop smiling so much." He continued to laugh, as you turned away from him again. Mauga stood up and stretched lazily, "I have something to attend to, I'll be seeing you later," Mauga teasingly said as he made his way towards the door. He opens it, but he glances back.

A small smirk forms on his lips.

You watch him disappear outside the door, closing it behind him with a click. Once the door closes you let out a heavy sigh, resting your back against the wall behind you. Your heart is racing a mile, a minute, both at the prospect of having finally been alone with Mauga again, and the strange feeling within you after you spent several hours alone with him.

This feeling...

It's definitely not normal.

End of part 1

Part 2- ???

[elllisaaa]

in desperate need of horny bf sunghoon who catches me reading in bed and is doing The Most to get my attention, but i don’t want to give in so easy 🙈

he settles between my bare legs, placing the back of his head on my lower tummy, babbling some random things he believes will make me drop my book, but they don’t. his hands are playing with my thighs, and it’s so obvious how turned on he is, because of his non stop needy gripping and hungry gaze, literally kissing my feet at this point!!!

“let me just finish this chapter” i tell him over and over again, loving the way he dramatically rolls his eyes, until he sticks his tongue through my panties and it’s not that easy to ignore him anymore

literally been thinking about this for days!!

also sidenote: i have a feeling he’d be the type to always whine about how is it possible that those books are more entertaining than him, but also building you your dream library ~

it's so funny how we're both losing our minds over sunghoon lately lmaoo ! i think the "one more chapter" thing is universal because i do that all the time and still read at least 3 more 🤭 now to the point... horny sunghoon is one of my biggest weakness so i'll need to share all the thoughts you ignited in me sweetie 🤭

SUNGHOON was frustrated, it was obvious from the way he was huffing beside you for the past ten minutes. you tried not to smile, because you knew exactly what he wanted, but it was so much funnier to have you pleading for your attention. 

so you stay focused on your book, ignoring how his fingers caressing your thighs make you shiver, ignoring how badly you want to bury your hands in his hair and play with them. you wanted this afternoon for you and the last quarter of your book, but your boyfriend seemed to have another plan in mind. 

sunghoon couldn't take it anymore. he wished to spend his weekend rolling around in bed with you, not losing you once again to a stupid book. he wanted to be annoyed and mad, but he was so horny that all he was able to do was turning around and place teasing kisses on your inner thighs. it was not helping him calm down when all you were wearing was one of his shirt and a pair of panties. 

"babyyy ! pay attention to me."

his tone was so whiny, it was almost funny how far it was from his usually collected persona. that's why you loved having him all needy for you. you locked eyes with him, seeing nothing but desire in them before looking back to your book.

"one more chapter hoon, i promise after you'll get all the attention you want."

but sunghoon knew you too well, knew that you were lying because you weren't able to just stop at one chapter and always needed another one, and another one. so when you told him the same sentence for the forth time, he had enough of waiting patiently and begging for your touches : he had to win you over your fucking books. 

when his head dropped down lower you already knew that you got him exactly where you wanted him. sunghoon kissed your pussy over your panties a few times, getting even more annoyed at your lack of reaction. he had enough of you pretending to be busy with your book when he could clearly see a grin stretching out your lips. 

"you really love playing with my nerves don't you, huh ?"

he didn't give you a warning before getting rid of your panties and finally getting a taste of your sweet cunt. at this point, he was making out with your soaked pussy, chuckling against you when you let out a quiet whimper, the vibrations feeling too good against your clit. you couldn't concentrate anymore on the words in front of your eyes, ultimately tossing your book to the side and taking a hold of sunghoon's hair as you felt yourself cumming. 

"now who's more interesting, baby ?"

his lips and chin were smeared with your juices, pupils blown out and the bulge in his sweatpants was painfully obvious and you thought that your boyfriend never looked hotter than when he tried to prove that he was better than your silly books.

sidenote : sunghoon always criticizes, but he would absolutely do that for you and i see him clearly buying you 24 books from your pal and making you a book advent calendar. because, yes , he always complains about your obsession and rolls his eyes whenever you mention a fictional man, but he'll do anything to see the sparkle in your eyes when you get a new book. he'll be here to shed your tears when you cry about the angst and he'll religiously listen to you ranting about how you had predicted the plot twist. in conclusion : he's weak for you.  

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Can we please collectively cry about Colin’s speech to Penelope in Episode 8? 😭

It’s almost been a week of mourning since the end of Season 3 and I’m now at my final stage of grief - Acceptance. As emotions subside, some of us will be rewatching S3 and may have a change of heart. Despite the issues I had with S3 P2, I’ve realised there is so much to love about Polin in S3.

Every season Bridgerton delivers a swoon worthy love speech/confession, but Colin’s actually made me cry and had me reflecting on what type of love I want for myself not in my fantasies, but in real life.

It was tender, loving, and romantic. Borne out of his vulnerability and sincerity. I know many wanted the book confession, but this one suited Pen and Colin so well thematically. Colin, who up to this point, has had to grapple with the LW revelation and that means acknowledging feelings of betrayal while experiencing forms of jealously, self-reflection, and love, while letting go of his hero complex, speaks with so much adoration. It evokes a sort of passion that is gentle and quiet, but delivered with unquestionable conviction and belief.

It’s more realistic than dramatic, more grounded than grandiose. He speaks with such reverence and humility to the person he loves - a true moment of softness and calmness, not of anger or desperation. I only wish the show allowed us to be more privy to his thoughts or private character moments, because the realisation of his feelings that is now reflected in his words would have been beautiful to see.

He even says that IF he was to only live with the sole purpose of loving Penelope he would be fulfilled. It’s of course hyperbolic, because we know he has purpose and passions outside of his love story whether that be in his writings or travels, but it paints an incredible image of immeasurable deep devotion. Kind of like when you say you love someone as deeply as the UNIVERSE, or that you will meet and love them in EVERY lifetime. Or even on the other end of the spectrum, when you say you will never love this person even if they were the LAST person on earth! It’s a figure of speech that is limitless.

I also love the simplicity of Penelope’s response. To praise someone for something as pure and as simple as their goodness is so beautiful. Penelope, who has always been moved by Colin’s gentle goodness and kindness to her despite feeling unseen by society, is clearly touched. By letting go of his ego and hero complex he becomes a true hero to Penelope - a GOOD man that proudly stands beside the woman he loves. They could have used any other expression, but she chooses to value the goodness in him. It’s an interesting word choice!

I’ve seen some people think his speech is all about Pen and that devalues his importance or puts him beneath her. I disagree. Despite his insecurities, Colin (a rich man from a loving family) will always have an opportunity to find himself and his purpose, to travel, and to have a voice in society. In a society where men are privileged, Colin uplifts her to be his equal. He says he stands beside her, not behind her.

It’s just so endearing and I’ll be looking forward to seeing all the reflections people have once we take a breather. To be lucky in this fandom is to have seen your favourite couple grow and evolve across the span of 3 seasons - even if it’s not perfect, and with their appearance in S4 confirmed, we’ll get to see more of them - no matter the capacity in which they’ll return.

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Lucky Like A Four Leaf Clover

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami

Summary: When Nanami finds you after Gojo has had his way with you, you wish the ground would swallow you whole. However, Nanami and Gojo give you something else to swallow instead.

Content warnings: Nanami-centric, aloof-Gojo, dub-con, switch!Gojo, switch!Reader, dom!Nanami, sex toys, dirty talk, edging, overstim, MFM, feelings(bleh), too much plot

AN: Y’all the plot in this chapter took me forever. Plus, I graduated university so I’ve been a bit busy. I’ve been watching Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte with the rest of the world so if anything in here reminds you of that, no it doesn’t. Unedited. Enjoy!!

WC: 7.7k+

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Taglist: @clora95 @timeoveritasconsumofigmentum @mc-reborn @julian0800

Oh God, if you love me, please let the Earth open up and swallow me whole, you thought to yourself desperately. No such luck.

You were still stuck, quite snuggly, underneath your bed. God must put out-of-towners on a waiting list.

Figures.

“Gojo, what on Earth have you done?” Nanami’s voice brought you back down to Earth. He sounded more serious than you had ever heard him. “We had a plan. All you needed to do was have patience.”

His last comment made you pause. A sudden realization made the contents of your stomach curdle. What plan? He couldn’t mean that they had been plotting to get in your pants, right? Before you could ask, Gojo cut you off.

“Nanami, you’d have ignored the plan too if you’d seen what she looked like. Besides, she didn’t seem to mind when she was fucking herself on my fingers,” he said arrogantly. His comments made anger surge through you. Unfortunately, you also have a degradation kink, so you clenched around him. It made him grunt in surprise. “See?”

Nanami ignored him, opting to pull him out of the way and yanking him out of you. Even though his dick had softened slightly, it was still a stretch and it felt uncomfortable enough that you winced. Gojo landed on his butt with a thud.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you okay?” His tone was gentler than it had been when he first came in.

“Please leave. This is literally so embarrassing.” And it was. Not just one, but two of your best guy friends have now seen your bare pussy. The same friends that, apparently, had been waiting for the right time to fuck you. The same two guy friends that you’ve tried—and failed— at falling out of love with.

There’s only one option left. You’ll have to change your name and move to another country. Guatemala is nice this time of year, you’ve heard. You’ll have to figure out how to break your new lease, though your new landlord will be pissed—

“I can’t do that yet, sweetheart. I have to make sure you’re okay. Can you come out from under the bed?” He coaxed. He was met with silence. Finally, Gojo chimed in. You had almost forgotten he was there, as being quiet was uncharacteristic for him.

“She’s stuck, Nanami.”

“Stuck?”

“Like how one might get stuck in porn, yes.” He said it so matter-of-factly that you would have laughed had it not been you who was in this predicament. You could tell that this threw Nanami off of his rhythm, as nothing happened for a second. Then you heard a commotion above you.

Nanami lifted the mattress off of the bed frame, and although you couldn’t see him still, you at least had some light to see the space in front of you. Hmm. You had wondered where the charger to your vibrator has gone. Now you know.

You can finally see what your wrist had gotten snagged on. It was some old wire slinky toy that you had gotten as a party favor from a carnival themed college festival during your first semester at university. The wires were hanging out out of the box they had been carelessly thrown into and bent out of shape in a way that you could put your wrist through but would have trouble getting it out the same way it came in. Who knew sentimentality would end up being your downfall?

“Wait just a minute. I’m going to untangle your hair and then we’ll get your wrist untangled okay?” His voice was so soft and gentle that it was hard not to feel comforted. He always had a way of making you feel safe.

You mumbled okay in response and he got to work in gently removing the knot that had worked itself around one of the metal bars of the bed frame. When that was finished, he instructed Gojo to move the bed frame away from you. He walked the short distance over to you and kneeled down to untangle your wrist.

His worried stare bore down into you. It made you feel a bit fluttery, if you were being honest. Your wrist had gotten a bit scratched and bruised from the constant back and forth movement with Gojo. At the sight of your injury, Nanami grimaced. After he finished, he gathered you in his arms and directed more commands at Gojo.

“Gojo, go get the first aid kit and then start a bath. After that, wait in the living room—“

“Nanami, you can’t just—“ Gojo stopped himself abruptly. You looked at Nanami to see why— the man looked furious. Before this, you had only ever seen him mildly irritated, either at Gojo and your antics or from a problem at work. But that was nothing compared to this. He looked like he wanted to kill Gojo.

“You’ve done enough. I’ll deal with you later. Go.” The finality in his voice was enough for Gojo to not put up a fight. Gojo went to do as he was told and Nanami returned all of his attention to you. “What do you need?”

A million thoughts swam around your head at once. What did you need? A snack, for one. A hot shower, for another. A fat nap. But none of those came out. Instead, you asked him—

“What did you mean that this ‘wasn’t in the plan’. What plan?” Nanami froze. Then, he began to walk around your room and bathroom. He was gathering all of your night clothes and prepping the bath for you to take. You watched him as your ire started to grow.

“Uh, hello?” You said. “Did you forget about me? What plan?” Still, Nanami steadfastly ignored you and covered you with your comforter. Gojo came in to drop off the first aid kit, but at the mention of the plan, he hastily made his exit.

Nanami grabbed the first aid kit to clean and bandage your wrist, but when he moved to touch you, you jerked away from him. His hurt expression almost made you forget about the whole thing, but you held your ground. You needed to know if they had been planning on using you the entire time, or if maybe it’s something else. Either way, your friendship was changing.

“Why won’t you answer me, Nanami? I know you heard me. What plan?” You pushed.

“I was going to. I just wanted to take care of you first. Then, I-I’ll explain everything.” Nanami said. His face was flushed and his voice was downcast. He looked so pitiful that you acquiesced. You could wait a few minutes for the truth.

He took great care in bandaging your wrist and taking you down the hall to where your bathroom was so he could help you bathe. When you got there, the bath was full of warm water and soapy suds, courtesy of Gojo. He had even dug out your favorite fluffy bath towel from one of the boxes. You would have never guessed he could follow directions so well.

When Nanami set you down onto the edge of the bath tub, you stared him down, one eyebrow cocked upwards.

“What? You want another free show?” You bit out, annoyed. He grimaced.

“I’ll be outside. Call for me, and I’ll bring you a change of clothes,” he said softly. He walked out and gently closed the door behind him.

With that, you slowly eased yourself into the tub. As the heat penetrated your bones and washed away the sweat and dried cum, it also washed away your anger. You began to feel bad about how you treated Nanami. He’s not the one who got you stuck under the bed, and he’s not the one who fucked you under it either. He’s been really sweet to you the entire time.

Maybe there might be a less shitty explanation to “the plan” than you think. With that thought, you called out for Nanami so he could bring you a change of clothes and maybe then you could apologize for taking your embarrassment and anger out on him. However, you were met with silence.

That’s strange. Nanami usually has impeccable hearing, to the point that it can be unnerving and a little annoying. Wondering what could be holding him, you dried off and wobbled towards the door in your towel, the soreness in your pelvis making itself known after such a rude reintroduction to fucking.

When you opened the bathroom door, you heard voices down the hall. It must’ve been important if neither of them heard you call for Nanami. You exited the bathroom slowly, creeping down the hall to snoop on their conversation. You got there, only to hear a snippet of their conversation.

“Nanami, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. If she hated us, she would’ve called the police—“ Gojo started, but Nanami cut him off.

“Who’s to say she won’t?” Nanami argued.

“You worry too much, Nanami. Forget about your plan. I think she’s already in love with us—“

“I swear to God, if you’ve ruined my chance with the love of my life, I’ll kill you,” Nanami said. You gasped, but it was audible enough for them to hear as the conversation went quiet. You heard Nanami sigh deeply. “You can come out now, sweetheart.”

You came around the corner, face warm and body wrapped in a towel. You find it hard to look them in the eyes.

“Y/N? Can you look at me?” Nanami gently prodded. You tried to meet his eyes, but suddenly the red wine stain in your carpet from three years captivated your attention. Suddenly, Nanami was there kneeling down in front of you and staring into your eyes. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears and the shock of seeing this strong man being brought to tears forced you back.

He didn’t let you get far. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards him, your soft stomach meeting his chin as he looked up at you. His eyes were so full of desperation.

You looked over to Gojo, his arms were crossed and his face was pensive. He refused to meet your eyes. A light blush dusted his cheeks. You were starting to feel a little hopeful.

“Just let us explain,” he started. You nodded. You couldn’t help but to stroke Nanami’s hair. You had never really gotten the chance to do it before now, but you figured that they’d already crossed too many lines and personal boundaries tonight for them to admonish you.

“When Gojo and I met you, you were unlike any other woman we had ever met. At first, it felt great to have someone who only ever wanted friendship from us.” Nanami took a breath, and that’s when Gojo began. He moved off of the couch and towards you.

“But little did we know that your sweet innocence would drive us insane. When we would flirt with you, you wouldn’t notice. We had been stuck squarely in the friend zone.” Gojo said, tone jovial as he stood to your side, close enough that your shoulder touched his chest.

“We? You’re.. both in love with me?”

“That’s the plan I mentioned,” Nanami resumed. “We knew that convincing you to love just one of us would be difficult enough, but both? So I thought of a five-year plan— one that would slowly introduce the idea of maybe you being with the both of us, if you were willing—“

“Instead of, I don’t know, just asking me? I mean, what if I had dated someone else—“ you ignored the dark look they shared with one another and continued. “Or what if I had, I don’t know, missed the signs? Everyone here knows that I am pretty oblivious.”

And you were. You wouldn’t know subtle if it slapped you in the face.

“That’s what I said! But Nanami swore up and down that this extremely convoluted and time-consuming plan was the best way to woo you—“

“Which is ridiculous! Who waits five years to confess?”

“Me.” Nanami said. “I… didn’t want to risk losing you.”

“Oh.” You responded. What else could you say? The usually rigid man had blown you away with his confession.

“I am… in love with you. I cannot speak for Gojo, but I have been since you walked into that classroom my junior year. I have been in love with you at every study session, every work event, every Friday night karaoke session. I have loved you when you were near me and when we were apart.”

He kissed your hand, the one that had been resting on his head, and nuzzled his face into it. He looked at you with such yearning that it was a wonder you could’ve missed him feeling this way about you.

“He’s not the only one,” Gojo interrupted. “I have never felt this way about anyone. I can’t put it into words like him, but I’m in love with you. So much so that I’m willing to share if it means that I’ll get to have even a piece of you.” And for Gojo, a rich kid who has never had to share anything, that meant a lot.

You were stunned. So much has happened in one day. It was hard to process any of it.

Nanami, taking your silence as an indication of how you felt, began to course correct.

“Of course, we understand how you feel. We’d never… never want to hurt you. If you ask us to, we’ll leave—“

“Speak for yourself. I’m never leaving.” Gojo interjected. Nanami shot him an annoyed look before continuing.

“If you ask us to leave, I will drag him away from here and we will leave you alone forever.” His voice trembled slightly but you could tell he meant it, even though he wanted you to say anything else.

“But what if I don’t want you to leave? Either of you?” You questioned, though it was really rhetorical.

Their faces were hilarious. Mouths wide open and eyebrows raised nearly to their hairline, you supposed they expected literally any other outcome.

“Wait, seriously?” Gojo asked, his voice full of awe and disbelief. You nodded and grinned at him.

“I mean I’ve kinda loved you the entire time, but I just never said anything because i didn’t want to make you uncomf—“ you responded, but before you could finish, you were cut off as Nanami pulled you downwards so he could kiss you.

The man could kiss. He kissed like he studied it for four years and earned a diploma. His kiss was domineering and exacting. His mouth moved along with yours in sync, refusing to give you even a moment’s rest. You had to push against his chest for a moment of reprieve.

Which is exactly what you didn’t get, as Gojo pulled you away from Nanami’s embrace into his own. He wasted no time melding his lips with yours, kissing and biting your neck when you mumbled your need for air during the rare moments your lips weren’t touching. His touch was just as overwhelming and invigorating.

Nanami, not to be outdone, kisses and sucks anywhere he can touch, including the place where your shoulder meets your neck. It makes your knees weak and your grip on flimsy towel loosen. It’s only when your towel drops completely that both men pause.

The way Gojo’s eyes darken as they trail down the front of your body makes your pussy clench. However, the soreness has not taken a rain check even though your horniness has made a reappearance. You wince at the pain and that’s something neither of your boys can ignore.

Gojo swiftly bends down to pick up your towel and wrap you a like a burrito. Nanami then picks you bridal style and carries you to your room. You’re a bit mystified as to why. Here you were, naked and vulnerable after confessing your feelings and they just take you to bed? Yeah, you’re sore but they don’t know that. It’s not like you said anything.

You grab Nanami’s tie as he lays you down on top of your bed, that has been magically reassembled and remade (likely the job of Nanami, God bless him), to stop him from leaving so soon.

“So you have me naked and willing and you don’t want me? What gives?” You said, a bit miffed. Nanami groans, and you realize that that sound is probably one of the sexiest sounds known to planet Earth.

“You’ve had a long, hard day. If I were to fuck you right now, you’d have an even longer and harder night ahead of you. I need you to be well-rested, because what I plan to do with you will require you to be at full health.” He explains, voice low and husky.

“We, Nanami. Don’t forget about me,” Gojo chimes in, leaning on the doorway to your room. He makes his way over to you, laying down next you and resting his head on his palm.

“Plus, old boy’s scout honor Nanami over here has little self control when it comes to you. The amount of times I’ve heard him jacking off after one little phone call with you—“

“That’s enough, Gojo.” He ordered, but his face was flaming red. It looked as red as yours felt. “We.. also want you to be sure.” At this, you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to change my mind, Nanami. I want you both.” Your declaration had Nanami grabbing your face and kissing you passionately and slowly. Only stopping once he’d run out of breath.

“Fuck, I’ll be back in two days. Two days to decide if you really want us, or if you’d rather we disappear out of your life forever,” he whispers, his lips so close they brush yours when he speaks. Gojo finishes his sentence for him.

“Think carefully, because if you say yes to us, we’re never letting you go.”

Two days later

You finished moving into your new apartment, though the boys did all the heavy lifting. Nanami forced Gojo to unpack most of your boxes, so you wouldn’t have to.

Gojo even promised to buy you food for the whole week since you couldn’t cook on account of your “sorely bruised wrist”. In all honesty, it’s not that bad. You just bruise easy. However, that’s not gonna stop you from milking this for all it’s worth.

One, he fucked you without asking first, and while you enjoyed it, you figured he deserved to suffer a little. Plus, he comes from a rich family and has a nice cushy job. Who knows when you’ll get the stingy man to be so generous again? He’ll be fine.

You decided a few weeks ago to request your vacation days for the whole week since you had to move apartments and you wanted time to recover. It came in handy as you needed a couple days for your ability to walk normally to return. Now, you’re waiting for Nanami and Gojo to come over after work.

It had been a couple of days after you shared your feelings and you were ready to see your boys again. Not just because your coochie had recovered either.

Nanami, to ensure that you weren’t being forced into something you didn’t want, made sure that he and Gojo left you alone for the full two days, so you could make a decision without their influence.

To be honest, you missed having them around. Nanami and Gojo had been such a consistent part of your life that to not have them around them made you sad. You missed goofing off and complaining about work with them. It just wasn’t the same without Gojo bothering the hell out of you or Nanami lecturing you both.

However, Nanami had, as promised, given you two days to decide what you wanted. He would be over later to hear your response.

In anticipation for tonight, you decide to shower and throw on something comfy with easy access. Just as you finish getting ready, Nanami sent you a text letting you know that they were both on their way.

Well, you might as well stretch before they come over. Don’t want to pull a muscle after all.

Right after you finished, you heard three sharp knocks on your door in quick succession.

Game time.

You walked over to the door and hesitated before opening it. Are you really ready to do this? If you let them in, it couldn’t ever go back to the way it was. Your luck was usually pretty rotten— that train of thought was interrupted by a series of rapid banging against the door. Gojo, most likely. You rolled your eyes, but a sudden, unexpected rush of affection filled you. Maybe change is good, maybe your luck is changing.

With that thought, you open the door without warning. Gojo sort of stumbles forward, not expecting you to open the door so quickly.

“Oh good, you’re home.” He said with a sigh of relief. You realized that he must’ve been worried about you changing your mind, despite the confidence he had two days prior. The thought made you smile.

“Where else would I be?” You respond coyly. A wide grin takes over his face and he leans down to kiss you, one that’s quick but full of passion. The kiss leaves you a bit dazed but nonetheless pleased.

With that, you look over to Nanami. Fresh off of work, he was still dressed in a suit and tie and looking unsure and uncomfortable, which wouldn’t do at all. So, you reached out for his tie and yanked him down to your level before kissing the life out of him.

“I told you I wouldn’t change my mind,” You said softly. “Come inside.”

Reassured now, you could see his calm facade breaking down bit by bit before it snapped. He swept you up into his arms and walked straight towards your bedroom, kissing you any place he could reach. Gojo was hot on his heels, impatient for his turn.

“I was going to wait. I wanted to take you out, somewhere nice first.” He set you down on the bed, standing in-between your legs as he began to take off his tie. “But you’re so goddamn irresistible. I can’t ever say no to you.”

While he was busy getting undressed, Gojo busied himself undressing you. After a flurry of kisses, you were somehow almost completely naked except for your panties, with no memory of how you had gotten to that point. But before you could ask, Nanami forced your attention back on him.

His shirt and suit jacket were both gone, and his belt unbuckled. He left his pants on for now, but you don’t imagine they’ll be on for long as his bulge looked painfully uncomfortable.

He pushed you back till your back was flat with the mattress, but you lifted your head to see what he was going to do with you. Nanami got down on his knees until he was eye level with your pussy. He leaned forward and breathed in deeply before sucking your clit through the cloth. Not expecting the sensation, you tried to close your legs but Nanami caught one thigh while Gojo stopped the other.

“Say yes.” Nanami commanded. Still preoccupied with the thought of Nanami eating you out through your panties, you found it hard to listen to what he was saying. He slapped the outside of your thigh, forcing you to focus.

“Huh?”

“Say yes. Tell me that you belong to me. To us. I need to hear you say it. Say yes and I’ll make sure that you’ll never feel as good with anyone else. I’ll fulfill every desire you have. But first you have to say it.”

His eyes bore down on you. His gaze was so intense it made you lightheaded but you managed to get it out. “Yeah. I… belong to you, to the both of you.”

You winced, as your voice sounded annoyingly whiney to your own ears, but it only served to make Nanami’s face flush. It was embarrassing to say, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because Nanami took that moment to rip your panties down the middle before licking a long stripe upwards from your hole to your clit. An action that had you yelping and bucking your hips. Nanami slung his forearm over your stomach before continuing as if your squirming had no effect on what he intended to do.

Gojo distracted you, playing with your nipples and sucking on a certain spot just behind your ear that made you shiver.

“It’s a good thing you know exactly who you belong to. Good girl, ” he whispers into your ear. Between the stimulation between your thighs and the words Gojo was whispering in your ear, you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as you came. It made both men freeze.

Your hips jerked and your hole repeatedly clenched down around nothing as you came down from your high. It made the orgasm less fulfilling as your brain knew that you had two thick, long dicks your coochie could have wrapped around instead.

When you came back down from your high, you saw two shocked faces staring down at you. It hadn’t been long since they had started, after all. Their prolonged attention made your face fill with warmth.

“S-sorry. It felt really good. I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I quite enjoyed the show.” Nanami said, now over his shock. He grinned, and you could see evidence of how much you enjoyed his lip service all over his mouth and chin. Still feeling a bit listless, you had no other choice but to take that comment and visual head on. The warmth in your face spread your ears and neck. If you got anymore embarrassed you might actually die.

“Yeah, baby. Don’t worry about it. The first one’s free.” This time, you groaned for a different reason. You might be a teensy bit in love with the man, but he’s still corny as hell.

Nanami got up while you were bickering to look for something in the overnight bag he had brought with him.

“You’re still a little sore, is that right? He made you cum so many times, huh sweetheart. I bet you’re still really tired,” he said. His back was turned so you couldn’t see what he was rummaging around in his overnight bag for. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I’m going to take care of you. In fact, I won’t let Gojo fuck you tonight at all.”

Gojo spluttered and choked on his drink. “Nanami, c’mon. That’s not fair. We’re a team! You wouldn’t even be here right now if it weren’t for me—“ but he stopped mid protest when Nanami shot him a sharp look. He looked over at your wrist, in the healing stages of a bruise and winced. He might be aloof, but he never wanted to hurt you. At least, not in that way.

Nanami paused, tilting his head in thought. “You know what, Gojo? You’re right, that’s not fair,” he said. Gojo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and his face held a spark of interest. You gasped, surprised at Nanami’s quick turnaround. He did not disappoint for long. “Climb behind her.”

Gojo, curious at what the other man had in mind, did as he was instructed. He manhandled your body so that your ass was sat firmly against his crotch. He wrapped his arms around your middle and dug his face into your neck, like a child who was unwilling to give up their playtime with their favorite toy. Nanami remained nonplussed.

“I think it’s not enough to just sit this one out. I think you need a front row seat.” He finally revealed what he had been rummaging around for— a small pink egg-shaped vibrator and a glass dildo.

“You lack restraint, so this will be the perfect punishment.” He pushed up his glasses as he smirked, looking like a cat who had gotten the cream. His bold statement left you both reeling, though for different reasons.

Now, why am I in it?” You whined as Gojo once again complained.

“Yeah. It was an accident Nanamin,” he said, elongating the last syllable of Nanami’s name. However, Nanami remained uncaring at Gojo’s pleas.

“An accident that could’ve been avoided had you implemented a bit of restraint, hence the punishment. Be grateful that you just have to sit there and watch instead of having Y/N use these toys on you.”

His statement had once again shaken Gojo into silence, although this time his shock was accompanied by a warm blush creeping up his neck. Goodie for him, you thought to yourself. Gojo had always been a bit careless, but because he grew up rich, money typically solved all of his problems. It was nice that he wouldn’t be able to escape the consequences of his actions this time. You took advantage of his embarrassment to plead your own case.

“I understand why you’re punishing Gojo, but why am I involved? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Other than consistently get yourself into tricky, sometimes downright dangerous situations on account of what seems to be your natural born affinity to trouble?” He rattled off, leaving you hot and incensed. Gojo, recovering from his own embarrassment, snickered at your expense. You elbowed him and he expelled an oof of air.

“No, you haven’t. But the punishment wasn’t intended for you anyways. No, all I need you to do is lean back and take what I give you.” You did as he asked, leaning back into Gojo’s embrace, but not without a grumble or two.

“What happened to not cumming too much? What about restraint?” You huffed. Nanami stared intensely at you over the rim of his glasses while smirking. He sensually rubbed up and down your calf before responding.

“I won’t make you cum over and over, I promise. I just want to make you feel good.” He rearranged himself on the bed, once again becoming eye level with your pussy. He kisses up your right inner thigh, then left before dragging his flat tongue across your slit. Still being a bit oversensitive, you jerked yourself further up Gojo’s lap, the friction causing him to moan. Nanami grimaced, irritated with the new distance between you and him. Gojo, never one to resist teasing anyone, least of all you and Nanami, couldn’t help but comment.

“You know, she had the same problem with me. She’s really sensitive—”

“Gojo.”

“Hmm?”

“Hold her open. Don’t let her run away.”

“Aye aye, Cap’n.”

A while later

“Please, I can’t. It’s too—“ you were cutoff abruptly as Nanami held the whirring toy directly on your clit, forcing a squeal out of you. His demeanor never changed, though his face was flush with desire.

It had been forever since Nanami has pressed that stupid little egg to your clit and you’re starting to regret complaining about cumming too much because Nanami had not let you come once so far.

“Y’know, first you beg not to cum and then you change your mind. What do you want from us?” Gojo questioned, tone bored. You’d think he was genuinely annoyed at you if it hadn’t been for his hard erection digging into the small of your back or the way he gripped your wrists together an effort to keep you still and pliant as he and his partner in crime did whatever they wanted with you.

“I don’t know,” you whined. “Please just, just…” you trailed off as you felt yourself creeping towards the edge of an orgasm. Nanami, who had been steadily torturing you with a vibrator, moved it just off to the side of your clit instead of direct contact.

“It seems like you don’t know what you want, sweetheart. That’s okay, because I know exactly what you need.”

The sight of your orgasm dances out of your reach once again, causing frustrated tears to well up in your eyes. Nanami laughed a little, which irked you. You’d kick him if Gojo wasn’t firmly holding your knees apart with his own. He’s so mean. You decided to tell him as much when you got the chance to breathe again. He only cooed at you, and his deep voice made your clit throb. It pissed you off that he could turn you on even when he was being an asshole.

The jerk.

You should’ve listened to your mother. Birds of a feather always flock together. Him and Gojo really do deserve each other.

Suddenly, Nanami leaned back, resting his but on his heels. His eyes were dark as he considered both you and Gojo together.

“You want to get back at Gojo, sweetheart?”

Both Gojo and you snap your head towards Nanami. You’re definitely more than interested, but you can tell after one brief look at Gojo that he isn’t.

“Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” You said.

“What?” Nanami responded, eyebrow raised.

“Nothing! So uh, what did you have in mind?” You brush off, hoping he’ll let it go.

“We’ll talk about that later.”

Damn.

Gojo giggles at your misfortune but not for long.

“Let’s play a game. Y/N you’ll try to make Gojo cum while I’ll do the same to you,” he said. “If you come first, then Gojo will fuck you tonight, but if he comes first, then he doesn’t get to come at all for the next week.”

“Hey Nanami, you didn’t even ask for my permission—“

“What, like you asked for Y/N’s? It’s time you learn how to be a team player, Gojo.” Nanami lectured and Gojo looks annoyed but determined. You can’t help but grin.

This is gonna be like taking candy from a baby.

——

You were wrong. It was only like taking candy from a baby if the baby had the grip strength of a fucking Orangutan. At first, you thought it’d be easy. You had been teasing him the entire time with your ass rubbing up against his cock. And so all you had to do was make him come. Easy enough.

They had called you a throat goat back in the day, and you had made plenty of men cum quick enough to shatter their pride. But you had forgotten a few things:

1. Nanami was trying to make you cum at the same time. He is very good at what he does, and he is not a merciful man.

2. You are bad at multitasking.

3. Gojo is very, very good at winning. Or, at the very least, not losing.

Thus, when you began blowing Gojo, you started off strong. You wasted no time in licking and kissing him all over, sucking one of his balls and then the other before making your way to his tip. You gave it a nice, sloppy kiss before trying to deep throat him all in one go. You failed, but the gagging did nothing but turn him on more.

He was not immune to your charms. With each kiss, nibble, or suck, he whined or jerked his hips. But when you finally managed to take him all the way to the hilt, that’s when he lost it. He was writhing and whimpering, a few stray tears falling from his eyes. He looked pathetic. Pitiful even. If you were normal, maybe you would’ve cut him some slack. It’s a shame that him looking like that turned you on.

He choked you every time his hips bucked upwards. You had to stop deep throating him because the man was clearly trying to kill you, but it didn’t stop you one bit. You switched gears, vigorously giving him a handjob while reaching for your trusty vibrator. You saw fear in his eyes, and felt victory in your veins.

But then, just as you were about to place the vibrator to his tip, you felt a sudden pressure at your back door and it made you lose focus. You looked over your shoulder to see Nanami pressing one, then two lubed up fingers in your ass.

“Don’t worry, my love. I won’t hurt you. Just focus on what you have to do.” Nanami said sweetly.

It made you shudder and whine. Your handjob became sloppy and you dropped your vibrator to close to the edge of the mattress, leaving it to roll off the side of the bed. Gojo had calmed a little, and now he looked focused.

Shit. You can’t let him win—

Nanami had replaced his fingers with that glass dildo from earlier. The slow but firm insistent push inside has you keening. The lube on the toy made entry smooth. It felt almost impossible to breathe, much less continue giving Gojo a handjob. Still, mama ain’t raise no quitter.

You reached out and started sucking on the tip. It was red and engorged. You made sure to put your tongue to work, paying special attention to his frenulum. He groaned, deep and guttural, before breaking off into gasps and broken breaths. He eyes were squeezed shut, and if you could get any words out to make him look at you, you were sure you could win.

But Nanami was unforgiving and persistent. The slow, firm way he kept fucking you with the dildo was making the waves of an orgasm come closer and closer to your shore. He kept a steady rhythm and it propelled you towards your big O. Luckily, Gojo seemed to be on the precipice of his orgasm as well. It was a race to see who could hold out the longest.

With each breath, both you and Gojo got closer and closer until you came together. Disappointment filled your faces and Nanami couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Cheer up. This just means that we’re back at where we started. Well, plus an orgasm.” He nudged the dildo deep inside you, causing you to jerk away from him. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had planned it out this way. That he could play your ass uninterrupted while you were busy with Gojo.

He tries to turn you over to lay on your back, but the fullness in your ass makes you cry out.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. I should be more considerate. Here—“ he guides you to lay on your stomach again and rubs your booty to calm you down. “Gojo, why don’t you give our girl something soft to lay on?”

Gojo smiles and pulls you up till your face is resting on his thigh right next to his dick.

“What’s more comfortable than my lap?”

“A pillow,” You quipped. With a roll of his eyes, he grabbed a thin pillow and laid it flat over his lap for your comfort. “Thank you.”

“No problem, princess.”

Nanami booty rub moved closer and closer to your second set of lips, until his thumbs were ghosting over them.

“Are you ready for me sweetheart? I know I’ve made you wait a long time.” He began rubbing your clit, and the sensation made you clench around the dildo still in your ass. You twitched as your breath caught in your throat. “Let me inside.”

“Okay,” you whined. You looked over your shoulder again to watch him.

He pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift move, his hard cock bouncing and hitting his lower stomach. Before you could take in the sight, Nanami slowly started to push it in, his fat head causing an uncomfortable stretch, even with all the prep he’s done up till now. Whereas Gojo had been long and girthy, Nanami is even girthier. You thought Gojo had been hard to take, but now Nanami was bullying his way into you. It was slow and all-encompassing. You couldn’t help but yell out.

“G-Gojo, help me—“ You pulled yourself forwards, but neither of them let you make any real headway. Nanami followed, not letting you escape even a little. Gojo kept a firm grip on your hands, not letting you wriggle away.

“Of course baby, I’ll help you,” he said. He tilted your head towards him. He kissed you. It wasn’t quick or rough. It slow and full of passion. He wouldn’t let you break away, even for a breath. He only stopped when you gasped after Nanami had bottomed out. A cacophony of moans and whines broke out from all three of you. Though only Nanami was inside you, Gojo looked as if he had bottomed out too. It was hedonistic and made you even hornier, if that’s possible.

Your eyebrows were scrunched and your mouth was forced into an O-shape. Nanami was kind enough to give you time to adjust. Gojo kept your eyes on him. Once your vision focused, you noticed his intense gaze. He looked… obsessed.

“I hope you know you’re never leaving us. Nanami might let you think you have a choice, but you don’t. If you wanted someone else, you should’ve never said yes to us fucking you. If you run, we’ll find you. We’ll drag you right back to where you belong. With us.”

He laughed, but in a way that made him seem... a little crazy. You’re starting to think he might be serious. What he said sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help but clamp down around Nanami. He let out a choked sound.

You looked in his direction and was shocked by what you saw. The man had never looked so debased. A red flush crept up from his chest all the way to his cheeks. His eyes were dark and his half-lidded expression were enough to seduce a nun. You wanted more. You couldn’t help but clench around him again. He growled out of frustration.

“Please tell me I can move, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m being driven insane.”

You believed him. His normally upright posture was slumped and he was breathing as if he had just ran a marathon.

“Y-you can move. I’m ready.”

Once you gave him permission, he pulled out almost all the way before ramming back into you. The momentum of it jerked your whole body forward and you keened. He kept going with that same punishing force. No matter how many times you whined or your legs shook, he kept going. He was done with the games. He just wanted you.

Gojo watched him fuck you intently. You felt his dick harden under the pillow, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of his memories fucking you or just because Nanami was relentless.

You were already close, and it had only been a few minutes. You couldn’t help it, the man was good at what he did and the dildo he had inserted inside of you didn’t help matters.

“Goddamn, Y/N. Fuck. I’m never, never leaving this pussy. It’s so good,” he muttered to himself. His utterances only pushed you to your own orgasm, making your pussy clench down hard around his dick. He had no choice but to come inside. Ropes and ropes of cum, and he kept fucking it into you.

He didn’t stop fucking into you, even after he had finished. You looked over your shoulder to see him mesmerized at the sight of his cock moving in and out of you. You whimpered and weakly kicked at him. He stared at you and for a moment it seemed like he didn’t want to stop, but then he slowly pulled out of you.

“I’m sorry, I should be nicer when it’s your first time.” He removed the dildo slowly and carefully before laying you down on your back. He leaned down to kiss you gently. “I think it’s time to get you cleaned up.”

Gojo stopped him before he could move. “If cleanup is what she needs, let me help. I’ll be very gentle.” He looked to you for permission and you nodded hesitantly. He’s been known to go overboard.

He picked you up and maneuvered you over his face. He did just as he said and licked and sucked you clean. He took his time so as not to overstimulate you further, though he did let out a few stray moans that sent vibrations straight to your clit. His warm mouth felt oddly nice on your raw bits. Once he was done he softly set you off to the side, just in time for Nanami to bring waters and snacks. After eating something, you were drowsy and ready for bed.

“Don’t you want to take a bath?” Nanami questioned, voice deep and soothing.

“What I want—“ you yawned before you could finish your thought. “What I want is for you two to get in bed with me so we can go to sleep.”

Gojo and Nanami briefly looked at each other before doing as you asked. They could always get up in a few hours and take better care of you then. Nanami threw the soiled comforter to the ground while Gojo placed you under the thin sheet. Both men picked a side, leaving you squarely in the middle, but you didn’t mind.

“Good night, Satoru. Good night Kento.” With that, you drifted off to sleep. You didn’t see how much using their first names affected them.

“I can’t believe she used our first names! She never does that,” Gojo said, his voice full of affection.

“Yeah,” Nanami agreed before kissing your temple.

“So… dibs when we wake up?”

“Gojo, go to sleep.”

[sp00kymulderr]

gideon!!!! congratulations on the milestone!!! absolutely so so deserved and i’m sorry I just now saw the post! 🖤

💭i’d like to request ''stay tonight.'' from the prompt list, maybe with ezra?? I miss him 🫶🏻

wonderful Liv! I'm so sorry this has been in my inbox since January. Me and Ezra were having a moment, but things are all good now. I humbly offer you this:

Starlit

sex worker!Ezra x afab!reader

694 words

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. sex work, oral (reader receiving)

He is always the first thing on your mind when you arrive here.

The beautiful silver-tongued man with starlight in his eyes. Known by many and more than once by you, memories of him seared both on your flesh and in your mind.

Standards of travel have left you wanting, needing. Your fingers never work you the way another can, your touch never grips the way a lover can. Worst of all, the remembered whisper of his voice in your ear leaves you without the comfort of his warmth and sincere affection.

Ezra advertises his services as comfort. He sells sex, yes, but moreso he sells a few needed hours of companionship to the weary traveller, the tired prospector, the anguished fringeling far from home. He is generous with what he gives, not just in passion but in succour, in the intimacy of his whispered weaving stories as he holds you - he offers a piece of himself. Ezra provides comfort, and pleasure, and it is always more than worth the cost.

He is like an artist, you think. His art is being able to relieve the tired ache of your bones, and leaving your soul a modicum lighter than it felt upon arrival here.

There’s a stream of sunlight warming the bed as Ezra works between your thighs today. Your fingers hold in his soft hair with a gentle tug as he works what you can only describe as magic, that silver tongue finding it's way towards your second release of the day.

Your breath comes shallow; the way he flattens his tongue against you and stretches you on his fingers at the same time makes your legs shake in assailing delectation. He is a god, divinity in pleasure, and you thank you star that you came to find him on this miserable planet again.

You are, of course, just one of many but you like to think he doesn't look at the others the way he does you, the way his sparkling eyes meet yours as you look down upon him now, as he eats you like a blessed repast.

Your back arches, a gripping feeling of closeness tightening your core. His fingers curl, his plush lips sucks until you cry out and pull again. The room is hot and your bodies are warm, sticky. His own hips rut against the mattress as yours rise in increasing desperation. This gift of his, it takes you over. You are stardust as your body trembles, heart pumping wildly. The sweetness of release finally lays itself upon you. Oh. He is a god. Some spirit of heavenly pleasure.

You wish he could be yours forever.

You whimper his name over and over as you come down from a high unlike any other.

"Ezra...Ezra...my Ezra"

He kisses your twitching clit a few times more, never quite ready to give up your taste – he had told you before that he doesn’t do this only for the money but also for his own desires.

Finally he rises to lay over you, his body heavy and hot on yours, the hardness of him grinding against your soaked centre as he eyes you curiously.

"Yours?" He whispers, a devilish smile on his lips that makes you quiver again lustfully.

"Yes, mine...tonight?" You whisper, thankful that he understands it when you words are staccato and flustered.

You've never had him stay for more than a few hours. Never been so lavish with hard earned credits, but money feels no object right now as your cunt flutters and pulses at the thought of a full night with him. To wake up beside him is an experience worth all the money in the universe, you imagine.

Your fingers play in the white-blonde patch of hair. Curious, like him. You know little of this man and yet you want him in your bed for as long as you can possibly keep him.

He is a symphony of raucous desire.

“Stay tonight” You murmur, pulling him in to a searing kiss as soon he nods his agreement.

You know so little of him, but what you do know if that one night with this starlit man - even though it makes you poorer - will make you richer in heart and soul.

[imagination-mess]

The Cambion (Demon!Izuku) (1/3)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 1.2K (1/3)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can put in singular post. I was forced to put it into three different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Demon! Izuku Midoriya:

Initially, he was always looked down upon due to not looking like the typical muscular or attractive demon. A demon who has the typical big horns on their head and essentially two wings. A demon with powers that are beyond moral dreams.

He didn’t have anyone teaching him. He never met his father and doesn’t even know if his moral mother still exists within the moral dimension.

His horns were small and chipped at the edge instead of having a sharp edge. He had only one wing due to being the offspring of a human and a demon. He didn’t have any powers such as fire, ice, or explosions.

It took him much more time to learn how to wing compared to the rest of the demons. Most of the people he grew up with in the area already knew how to fly at the age of 7. In hell, you would often see demon children flying around without a care in the world. For Izuku, it took him eleven years to be able to do it perfectly without crashing to the ground.

When the biannual ceremony around the summoning of a witch came around, a destined demon was assigned to a witch. It’s a big deal among the creatures of hell. It was a golden ticket for them to have access to the moral world and leave this world of hell. However, once out of hell, they could not come back even to visit once they made a pact with the witch. It also depends on the agreements in the pact between the witch and the demon. There was an offering within the summoning each time.

After the sixth time, in the following years, Shoto continuously rejected it. He was summoned again. Izuku knows Shoto would have hated him for the rest of his immortal life. He couldn’t go for another year of Shoto rejecting his golden ticket because of him.

The eyes of Shoto were filled with pure shock, and betrayal will always haunt him. He had pushed him into the summoning circle using the opportunity of Shoto never having his guard up around him.

This is why he already accepted his fate to stay within the world of hell because he was in the lower ranks of demons. The chances are lower than 1% being picked due to not having super abilities and physical strength. He was the weakest of the lower ranks.

He has seen his friends get picked during the ceremony throughout the years. Yet, his longest friend, Shoto, is the most popular and most feared due to being the son of someone who is known by his alias Endeavour. He became the first demon to reject a summoning and later found out the reason why he rejected it. It was because he didn’t want to go somewhere without him. Despite already knowing, Izuku is stuck in hell for his eternal life because of his status.

He had already made his peace that he would be joining those older demons who were never summoned. He will be alone.

The first time was being alone for the summoning ceremony and having no one to sit beside. He stood at the back of the room and watched as other demons were called upon.

Never in his dreams would he have thought he would be called for summoning after giving up his dreams and accepting what everyone had told him. He will never be summoned. He is going to riot in hell, just like the low ranks.

The image of him in the smoke is floating, as the summoning circle is a few feet away from him.

However, this caused the crowd of demons to protest, and some even attempted to steal the summoning when it was destined for him out of desperation. Despite already knowing it was useless, these specific summonings are destined to pick someone who can bring out the best from both parties, the witch and the demon.

He hesitated, but he walked past the injured demons into the summoning circle, not knowing what to expect next. He was engulfed in the circle with his backpack on his back. It was warm as if he were being wrapped around a blanket. His offering to his witch was an earring that was in front of him. He softly took it from the air. He was immediately lightheaded and felt his body was overheating as green electricity surrounded him.

His summoning wasn’t perfect. The toga he was wearing was ripped to shreds and barely covered him. The backpack was barely held together.

The realization landed on him: What kind of witch does he have? Is he going to be sent back and rejected because he is pathetic?

The noise and new environment were making him spiral as he was kneeling on the ground. He felt like everything was spinning around him.

He froze at the sudden feeling of a soft fabric touching his shoulder before his head was over the hood of the robe. He felt the robe grow in size as if to fit him better.

“Breathe, tell me 3 things you can see, 3 things you can hear, and move 3 of your body limbs.”

He had fallen to his knees as the wind and overheating were choking him. He was holding onto his throat. It was a painful minute. Tears were welling up in his eyes before the sensation disappeared. He immediately started coughing as he was gasping for air.

It was an overwhelming experience because he was summoned in front of the stadium inside a summoning circle. The crowd was screaming but quieted down at the sight of his wings, specifically.

At the time, he was too busy trying to adjust to the bright light and a bunch of scents hitting him at once. He was struggling to breathe. It suddenly became loud again.

He will never forget the first act of kindness from you. You gave him space and time to adjust. You brought a new set of clothes since his toga got ruined, and he walked around with a robe covering his body. You even brought him to the Demon Cafe on university grounds for him to eat something. It was then that you brought up the pact since the two of you have 24 hours to make a pact before he will be forced back to hell.

Immediately, the green-haired demon comes out clean and wants you to know about his condition as a demon before striking a pact with you.

“I don’t have any power, including super strength.”

He noticed the way you glanced up at the sight of his horns before saying something that surprised him. No one in hell has said.

“I am not an expert, but I have read that there are some cases of demons' power that could go dormant for years. It’s rare, but whoever told you you didn’t have the power has lied to you. That green-colored electricity and strong winds weren’t from me. That was your power trying to match the same energy as I did to summon you. It could have triggered your power, which could explain why your ride here was tough."

It was tough seeing how he almost showed up completely nude in front of a bunch of people watching the ceremony. The toga was barely covering his body. It felt like the wind was choking him as he struggled to breathe. He was very pale and flustered.

“The reason I didn’t force a pact was back when I first saw you. You were overwhelmed and struggling to adjust to the new environment. Please know you are allowed to reject. I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want.”

Continuation: Part Two (2/2) The Final Part (3/3)

[one-idea]

Tbh I'm with Zoro re:Nika v Luffy. Luffy is full of love for the world and adventure, almost as much as he loves his friends. Nika willingly staying separate from the world Luffy adores so much is a HUGE red flag that It's No Longer Luffy In The Driver's Seat. They're probably very, very similar, but would it be enough for the Straw Hats? I imagine it would be for some of them, but besides King of Hell over there I think Jimbei and maybe Brook would notice the difference and care.

I’m assuming this is for the madoka magica au. (My beloved)

And you’re completely right.

Luffy under normal circumstances would never leave the crew. He loves them and the world and adventure, why would he ever leave? He doesn’t remember the situation that lead to him fully becoming Nika in the first place so he doesn’t understand Nika’s incessant calling to leave this world behind.

As for the rest of the crew….

When Zoro fully became Asura and rewrote the universe, he also took the crew’s memories of the world without Luffy.

They have no clue the current reality is different. There are moments where awareness slips in. Where they go “something here isn’t right?” But they are all together and happy so it’s not that big of a deal. The moments are easy enough to sweep under the rug.

I think if any of the crew did remember the reality without Luffy they would agree with Zoro’s decision. They don’t know that Nika had made a plain of existence just for them. That they would reunite with Nika after death. For them Luffy was gone and he was eternally alone. They would agree with Zoro’s decision because of the information they had.

Jimbei and Brook probably have more “this isn’t right” moments than the others because they have been around longer. Their age and experience tipping them off more. Robin probably realizes it as well but I wouldn’t put it past her to put all the pieces together and agree with Zoro’s actions. The crew was willing to fight the world government for her, she to would rip apart reality for her captain.

No the problem is Ace

Ace who remembers it all. Zoro tries to block it out but Ace was in Nika’s divine realm. He was privy to information the Strawhats didn’t have. He knew that they would all be together for eternity. And Zoro separating Luffy from Nika could have major consequences.

Ace pulls Zoro a side to tell him this. But it’s Ace and Zoro and they aren’t the best at communicating.

And Ace is also so conflicted because on the one hand Zoro not only divided Luffy’s soul but he also took Luffy’s freedom. It’s a beautiful cage but a gilded cage is still a cage. It was Luffy’s choice to merge with Nika. Zoro is disregarding Luffy’s choice and freedom.

But at the same time how can he be mad. He has both of his brothers back and they are all free, as far as the other two know. Because Luffy has no clue he’s in a cage. He’s completely free to do whatever he wants in this plain of existence. Is it truly freedom if he can’t leave? But is he truly trapped if he doesn’t know about the cage?

Ace’s head hurts. Philosophy was never his thing and he desperately wishes Sabo, Deuce, or Marco were in his place because while Sabo is here he doesn’t remember the old reality either.

So Ace confronts Zoro about it. About how this is going against Luffy’s will. About how this could have consequences they don’t even understand yet.

And Zoro just smirks at him and asks if it’s not a demons job to go against their god?

Ace is immediately on the defensive wanting to know if Zoro will completely disregard Luffy’s wants and decisions from here on out.

Zoro responds with “of course not. He is my captain and I his first mate.” He would do anything Luffy asked him for. But Luffy would never ask him to release him. How could he when Zoro stand between Luffy and anything that could ever make him want to leave again.

Ace threatens to tell Luffy the truth. To which Zoro tells him if he does then that would make them enemies. But he’s not to worried because he knows Ace is having trouble remembering things. He might have failed to fully block Ace’s memories in the first place but the more time Ace spends in this world the more natural it will be. After all this is a new chance for Ace to be human. To be with his brothers. He wouldn’t want to mess that up, would he?

Ace knows all these things. Can feel the memories of before getting hazier. He knows his brothers are happy here and there is no reality where he would try to take their happiness from them. But Luffy’s freedom was taken from him and that he can’t forgive “even if I forget everything else I will always remember that you, Roronoa Zoro, are a demon.”

Zoro just smiles at him and starts to walk back to the others. As he passes Ace he pauses and leaves the freckled man with one final thought. “We should pretend to be on good terms. If you’re always attacking me, Luffy could end up hating you.”

It’s an empty threat, Zoro knows. Knows that Luffy could never hate Ace. But seeing the two of them fighting nonstop would upset Luffy. Zoro has no desire to fight Ace, as long as he stays in line. And he knows exactly what will keep Ace in line.

Because Ace is having a full meltdown down. Could Luffy hate him? He’s in the right! Zoro took Luffy’s freedom. Zoro cut Luffy’s soul in half. Is it wrong for Ace to want to restore Luffy’s soul? To bring back the divine plain? But Luffy loves his crew and adventure. Is his brother better off in this world where he can go on adventures forever with his loved ones. Where he’s not the only one responsible for the safety of the world? Would Luffy hate him for breaking this reality? For fighting with Zoro?

Could Ace survive without Luffy’s love?

It’s a moot point. Luffy will always love Ace. But Ace’s self hate has never been able to understand that.

Here’s the original scene from Madoka Magica for reference

Note. They are both right in their own way. They have different points of view and information the other doesn’t.

Zoro wants Luffy to be with the crew because Luffy hates being alone more than anything. And the crew loves him. Zoro loves him

Ace has knowledge of Nika’s true plan. Knows that Luffy wasn’t going to be alone forever. It would just take time. But he’s horrible at sharing this information.

Ace going to the literal devil who just rewrote the universe to have his way and standing in front of him like “you I have a problem with you and I’m going to fight you.” Like poor boy has a split devil fruit (now shared with Sabo) that’s not even awakened and is staring down the King of hell with no plan or back up. Keep bitting off more then you can chew Ace. Never change.

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NO HOLD ON abt your punkflower au.. imagine how hobie would feel about prowler miles,,, was the miles in his universe also prowler but more vigilante style?? like imagine it being exactly mirroring how uncle aaron died as prowler from the first movie <//3 or for a more added flavor neither knew each others identity under the mask and was protecting each other the whole time

i blame you for giving me sad infectious brainworms

Hobie was long from completely healing from Miles' death but, had gotten a better hang on his emotions when it came to talking or thinking about him for too long. So, when Miles from Earth 1610 showed up, he had hoped he hadn't come off as overly excited and clingy. He just-he looked /so much/ like his best friend/first love. Acted like him too. Wanted to help people no matter what and was almost a little shy when it came to new people. Hobie hated himself for it but he was growing attached to this new version of Miles and couldn't help but wish that the Miles in his world had been bitten instead of him. Maybe he'd still be alive.

Miles was a good guy back on Hobie's world too though. He had gone by the name "Prowler" and while the government had condemned him and labeled him a criminal against the dictatorship, Hobie saw him for what he was, a true genuine good person that would do whatever it took to help another person in the fucked up world they lived in. It was what made Hobie so attracted to him to begin with. They had similar goals and similar ways in how they handled things. He didn't have any super powers like Hobie but could hold his own. He designed all of his own gear and even sowed some of his own designs onto Hobie's vest, painting badass doodles on his guitars and shit. It was the only thing Hobie had left of him after he died.

He didn't exactly approve of Miles going out there without Hobie by his side but, he had never been one to stop his friend. But, Hobie was nothing if not selfish. Often, he'd be found right by Miles' side and their friends used to tease that they were attached to the hip. Hobie had only wished that were true because, if it were, he could've saved his best friend from being murdered.

He didn't see Miles get shot but, his spidey-senses had warned him only seconds before and by the time he had turned around, Miles was on the ground clutching his chest while the child he had saved was wailing beside him.

Hobie had never lunged for anything so fast and he was immediately at his best friends side, ripping off their masks as Miles wheezed and gasped for air.

"No," Hobie shook his head. "No, no, no. Miles, mate? Miles, love, come /on/-"

"Hobie," Miles croaked. "It's gonna-it's gonna be-"

"Shut up, shut /up/!" Hobie yelled, feeling tears well in his eyes. "Just-why did you do that? /Why/ didn't you let me handle those guys, why would you-?"

Miles laughed breathily. "Because," He whispered, voice fading. "Someone's...someone's gotta look out...for the little guy...right?"

Hobie's breath hitched and he sobbed.

"Miles-"

"Hobie," Miles interrupted and shakily raised a hand to his cheek, fingers bloody. "I'm gonna...take a nap."

"No," Hobie shook him. "Miles, no-"

"I love-" Miles coughed again. "I love...you..."

His hand fell and with it, Hobie's entire world had shattered.

Sometimes, other Spider-Men will ask why his laces are blue and he'll say he kicked the snot out of some bad nosed cops. But, in reality, he had went on a rampage that night and killed over eleven officer's at the scene of Miles' murder in a desperate attempt to avenge his first friend and the love of his life.

But, in the end, it did nothing to erase all the pain and grief he had suffered thereafter and nothing ever would.

[andguesswhat]

I knoooooow, I'm wayyyy too early... but I thought so much is going to be posted on his birthday that this will be overlooked anyway.

Feel free to read it on his birthday again... ;)

BIRTHDAY.

*

The doorbell rang and something in his head told him that the ringing did not belong to the dream he was dreaming.

Armie groaned. He was still lying in bed, too sleepy and too much attached to the sweet dream he just had to be able to move or even have the will to move. He blinked dozily to the alarm clock. Who the hell rang their doorbell so early anyway? And on his birthday at that?

Their friends should know by now that this really wasn't the right time. By the way - he looked around puzzled. Where was Timmy? And why wasn’t he lying next to him? Had he run errands and forgotten the keys? Again? The doorbell rang for the second time. Sighing, Armie got up, put on underpants and a shirt, and reluctantly trotted down the stairs. It looked like someone was standing right outside the door, so it had to be Tim somehow, and Armie was already about to teach him a lesson about always forgetting his keys, but when he opened the door and Tim was standing in front of him.... something was... different. He couldn’t quite put his fingers on it yet. The curls... somehow coiffed... boyishly.

The clothes... somehow ... shabby, and actually not far from a rent boy’s.

The smile... polite. As if he was seeing him for the first time.

Plus big Bambi eyes, innocent and young... and cute, very cute... but also kinda secretly and curiously checking him out.

In summary: Puppy alert with a slutty touch.

Hmh. And then, on top, that: "Good morning, Sir! Are you Mr. Hammer?" And because Armie was still really tired, really confused and wondering if maybe he was still asleep after all and just dreaming something really weird, he just said, "Yeah." "I have a delivery for ya, Mr. Hammer!" Timmy chewed nervously on a piece of gum and handed Armie the large cake box he was holding. "Um… Thanks," Armie said and accepted the cake, because he was still pretty perplexed, besides well behaved.

One look through the clear cutout of the box told him it was a cake with lots of white cream around. "Happy Birthday Armie" was written in fondant, the letters shaped like little hammers and nails. Cute. "According to the cake it's your birthday, Sir, so please let me wish you a very happy one! All the best to you, Mr. Hammer!" Timmy grinned mischievously at him, but then immediately gulped with agitation and nervously tugged at his shirt. What the hell was this? But before Armie could formulate any thought in his head, Timmy said, "Nice house that you have, Mr. Hammer. You live here on your own?" Armie was kind of lost. Some new role he didn't know about and Timmy wanted to try out now?

"... No. I live here with... my husband." He still couldn't quite get used to the fact that Tim was now finally actually fucking officially and not just symbolically his husband. He smiled about that for a second before he added dryly, "But it seems he has something better to do, he's not here." A mini tiny grin flit across Timmy's face, so Armie could at least assume that this was his Timmy in front of him and he hadn't ended up in some freaky parallel universe.

Or had he?

Because now Timmy was all serious again and looking at him with those big big Bambi eyes, saying "Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that, Mr. Hammer. No one wants to be alone on their birthday, do they, Sir?” Armie desperately needed a coffee.

But somehow he decided to join the circus. This strange Timmy was just too cute to be disappointed, so he said with a lot of self-pity, “No. Not at all." Timmy chewed his gum twice, then said, "Maybe I could cheer you up?" Armie had to laugh. Now the penny had dropped for good and he was more than ever in the game.

“And how do you wanna do this?" he asked Tim provocatively. Timmy shrugged his shoulders shyly and bold at the same time, "I don't know."

Sure, he wouldn’t know. Armie laughed again. Man, there was something about the way Timmy looked at him. There were all kinds of things in that look. Kind of admiring and awestruck, but also kind of audacious and hot.

It wasn't like he had to complain that Timmy wasn't looking at him with desire after all these years anymore, but this pretending to not know each other…. It was hot. Fucking hot.

Added of course that Tim looked like some cute slutty twink. It certainly made Armie feel awake. And horny. And because he was really into this Timmy, he said, "You could come in? So that I'm not so alone on my birthday?" "Oh I don't know... I don't want to disturb you..." Armie laughed again. Now all innocent again. Timmy played his role really damn well.

"What's your name? I guess it's not Timmy?" he asked.

"Timmy? No, Sir, why? My name is Danny, Sir." "Okay, Danny,” Armie let all his charm play. “Would you please do me the honor of joining me for coffee so I'm not so alone on my birthday?"

For a second they just looked at each other and Armie enjoyed how he could see on Timmy’s face Danny weighing everything up, before he finally said, “Ok.”

There. Armie smiled.

“But,” Timmy continued and raised his index finger, “but just for a minute. I'm sure your husband will be back soon for your birthday and ..." He trailed off and stepped into his own house, respectful, marveling and curious as if he had never seen it before. "And what?" asked Armie to pick up Timmy’s or better Danny’s thought. "Nothing, Sir. I just don't want to cause any trouble." Armie laughed. "I'll bet you don't.” He walked into the kitchen and Timmy followed him cautiously.

“So … Danny… you're working as a delivery boy for cakes?" Armie put the cake on the table and began operating the coffee machine. "Yeah, just started.” Timmy began to tell, “Just moved to L.A. recently. Found out I wanted something different in life.... " "And what would that be?" "I... I have to be honest with you, Sir, I hope you don't mind. It wasn't easy in my hometown,.... to find like-minded people, if you know what I mean."

Cute, hot and very adorable. "And did you find what you were looking for?" Armie pushed the button on the coffee machine. "Well, I live in West Hollywood now.... Crazy place ... I'm a little overwhelmed… I’m shy, you know.... I'm still new to all this.... But I think I can feel at home there." Oh, God, there was really something special about this Danny. So innocent, so sweet, and so damn sexy. So ready to get down in the dirt. So ready for everything to explore. Just a little inhibition threshold that had to be overcome. And that was the moment when Armie decided that there were really more important things than coffee.

Like fucking this newbie here for example. Showing him all he wanted to explore. So Armie took a step toward this Danny, leaned in close, really close and said, "There's no need to be shy in West Hollywood, Danny." For a moment, just closeness and breathing, senses heightened. As if this was really their first encounter. Crazy. Really crazy. And fascinating. Fascinating as fuck. Timmy swallowed noticeably. "I'm sorry, Sir," he breathed, licking his lips. "I think I need to go now, Mr. Hammer." "And why is that?" Armie whispered in Timmy's ear, making sure his breath brushed Timmy's cheek. "Because I might have a huge boner in my pants, and I don't want you to think I'm being disrespectful or anything." Armie bit his lower lip with a grin. What an adorable little shit.

"Oh, I don't think you’re disrespectful, Danny. Besides, it's a good fit. I have a big boner in my pants too, you know." "You have?" Timmy turned his face up a little so that their lips were only inches from each other. How could those lips suddenly be so irresistible, when he'd already kissed them countless times? "Yeah, I have.” Armie murmured. “And it craves for attention. Do you want to feel it?"

Another swallow. "If you want me, too, Sir." Fuck, where was all this tension coming from? His whole body was tingling. "Yes, I want you to. Come on, touch it, Danny. Feel my big cock." Tim slowly reached out and felt Armie's hard cock. He swallowed immediately, as if feeling Armie's boner for the first time and being impressed about its size. This little motherfucker. "Do you like what you feel?" "Yes, Mr. Hammer..."

God, Armie was hard as a rock from all this shit. "But I was just wondering ... Sir." "What are you wondering?" Armie asked darkly.

He was enjoying all of this way too much. "I was wondering how it would - . But like I said, I’m new to this, Mr. Hammer." Timmy's voice was no more than a huff. "How about you just try it ..." Armie's fingers were sliding over Timmy's cheek, over his lips, feeling the soft flesh, but he resisted the temptation to kiss them, the tension was just too hot. He didn't want to break that. "I'd like that, Mr. Hammer. I'd love to try, Sir." And then Tim slowly knelt down while Armie put down his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Tim swallowed once more, nervously licked his lips, his eyes focused on Armie’s dick and then slowly approached it with his lips slightly parted, slowly sliding them over the swollen tip and finally taking Armie’s cock deep into his wet and hot mouth. Fuuuck!

He shouldn’t like this so much, should he?

Tim began sucking and licking on his cock while looking up at him with wide, devoted eyes, asking him silently if he was doing good, and yes, of course he was doing good! Fucking good.

"Yes, Danny, just like that, suck my dick," he assured him, moaning loudly because it felt so incredibly good. And as absurd as it was, as this was Timmy in front of him, Armie really wanted to show this Danny what it felt like to be fucked in the mouth.

"Do you like sucking cock, Danny? Do you like sucking my big, hard cock?" Tim eased off him, his lips wet with saliva. "Yes, Mr. Hammer." "And do you want to know what it feels like when I fuck your cute little mouth with my big, hard cock?" Tim pretended to be both shocked and immensely aroused by the thought and even topped the absurdity with saying, "I'd love to, but I'm not sure I can take it, Mr. Hammer?" Yes, you can, you little shit, Armie thought laughing inside, before he said understandingly, "I'll take it slow, okay?" Tim nodded sheepishly, and Armie unceremoniously grabbed his curls, causing Tim to gasp. Armie was completely fascinated by this game. How well it was working. How many times had he sunk his cock into Tim's mouth, and now he was looking at Tim, who was looking at him excited and aroused, as if he was doing it for the first time. "So open that sweet little mouth of yours for me." And Timmy did just that. Slowly Armie slid his cock into Tim's open mouth, slowly pulled it back out, figured that was actually enough foreplay now, and fucked Tim's mouth a few times until Tim almost choked and stumbled, supporting himself with his hand.

Armie knew that Tim was of course fine, but since it was Danny somehow, he asked, "Everything okay?" Tim looked at him, smiling proudly, "Yeah," And Armie could tell that the Danny in Timmy had caught fire and wanted more. So Armie once again grabbed his face and fucked his mouth a second time.

God, this was high class porn and it definitely had its effects on Armie. "I bet you want to get fucked in your tight little virgin ass by that cock too, huh?" Tim moaned at those words in response and reached for his own cock to squeeze. It was obviously craving attention as well. Armie smiled. "You've got something nice and big hanging between your legs, too, kiddo. Wanna show me?" Tim stood up, all shy but incredibly horny, fully in character.

"Go ahead, show me,” Armie encouraged him. So Timmy opened the button of his pants and when Armie immediately saw Timmy's pubic hair, it was his time to pretend to be surprised. "Oh, a nudie!" Timmy almost giggled in response to Armie's feigned surprise and the delight in his eyes was more Tim than Danny.

But immediately after, Danny was there again, taking his hard cock out of his pants, coyly but proud and horny as fuck. And god, did he look sexy! Armie grabbed Tim's cock and massaged it, making Timmy immediately moan tentatively. "Not bad, Danny. And what a beauty you have. Do you want me to suck your cock too?" Danny probably like Timmy clearly got very aroused at this thought, because the cock in his hand twitched, and Armie once again could only laugh at the whole situation. What a sweet sweet birthday surprise. He grabbed Timmy by the lower jaw, pulled him close and kissed him, kissed Tim, his husband, briefly but tenderly, just to say thank you in advance, before grabbing Danny and pushing him onto the table. "There, now let me show you what sucking cock feels like best, Danny." He slipped Timmy’s pants all the way off, forced Tim to spread his legs, to give him the feeling of being exposed, slid his index and middle finger between Tim’s lips, let Tim suck them wet, spit on his fingers for more wetness afterwards, slid them between Timmy's legs to the hole, pushed against Timmy’s entrance, steadily over the threshold, deep inside him so that Timmy had to hold his breath, encircled Timmy's throat with his other hand, felt Timmy swallow under his palm, knelt down in front of him, with his finger still deep in his ass, reaching for that sweet spot, his other hand still tightly closed around Timmy's throat, and finally encircled Timmy's hard cock with his wet mouth and swallowed it whole.

"Fuuuuck!"

Armie smiled triumphantly.

That had clearly been Timmy.

And if Timmy couldn't act anymore, then it had been good. Armie was already wondering whether Danny was now gone for good when Timmy gasped, "Sir... Mr. Hammer, that was…!" Armie laughed defeated. Ok, apparently he had to come up with something better to get his Timmy back. He sucked him, good and thorough, rubbing his finger over the sweet spot again and again, making Timmy lean back in ecstasy and start moaning unrestrained until he suddenly panted, "God, Sir. I'm close." And Armie stopped immediately.

Tim gasped for breath and looked at Armie questioningly. “Sir? Please!”

"I think you need to get fucked in your tight little virgin ass, before you come, Danny," Armie explained. “So turn around.” "But Sir..." Timmy wanted to protest, but Armie didn't listen and just turned him to the table.

“But Sir, what if…” Timmy tried again, but Armie put one of Timmy's legs on the table for good access, pressed his hand on Timmy's back, grabbed Timmy's hip with his other hand, and positioned his cock at Timmy's entrance.

Timmy groaned in anticipation but apparently still needed something to get off his chest.

“But what if your husband…!” Armie pushed slowly but steadily into Timmy, “Aaah…! Comes home …!!” spread him good, “uuuhh… !! And sees us like that?” and was all the way deep in the heat.

“Fuck that motherfucker!” Armie growled in feigned annoyance and began fucking Timmy.

“If my husband doesn't manage to be at my birthday…,” he continued hoarsely before thrusting into Timmy again, who desperately gasped for air, “he can fuck himself…” another thrust, another moan from Timmy “And if he does come home…” thrust, moan, “he’s welcome to watch. He does not need to think…” Armie thrusted once more and Timmy panted in response, “that he is the only fuckable twink in town!” and this time Timmy quickly turned away from Armie trying in vain to suppress a giggle but Armie of course noticed it anyway. And at that moment Armie felt an ache in his chest. Because he didn't feel like fucking Danny anymore, he just wanted his Timmy back.

Armie paused. His thumb caressing Timmy’s lower back. Timmy turned to him frowning. “Something wrong… Sir?”

“No” said Armie, “I just forgot something. The best part. You’ll see, Danny.”

And then Armie started sliding his hands all over Timmy's back. Very gently, kissing Timmy on the shoulders, between the shoulder blades. His hands ran through Timmy's curls, releasing the back of his neck, and Armie kissed him there, kissed him softly, his lips on soft skin, the small strands of hair tickling his nose, before he let his tongue slide down over the spine, making Timmy contract his shoulders and breathe softly. He knelt in front of Timmy's ass, embracing it with his two hands, gently kneading it while kissing the insides of the butt cheeks, right, left, softly biting them, left, right, and finally, very gently and lightly he ran the tip of his tongue over Timmy's entrance. Timmy gasped softly, his body twitching slightly, his entrance contracting.

“You want more?”

“Yeah…” just a whisper.

Armie massaged Timmy’s hole, with his thumb, with his tongue, licked and pushed inside, the hands constantly kneading the flesh of Timmy’s perfect little tush.

He went on and on, ate him out, long and lasting, and Timmy’s body writhed more and more under the experience, sensual pants and moans filling the air, the groans coming more and more from deep inside Timmy’s body. The intensity increased. Even more so when Armie also massaged Timmy's balls, licked them and pumped his cock.

“Fuck, Armie, this feels so good…” Timmy breathed.

And Armie paused again and straightened up.

“No, Armie... don’t stop, baby, please!” Timmy begged.

Armie smiled warmly. "I just wanted to say hi to my husband. Glad you came after all." Timmy turned around and chuckled sheepishly before he wrapped his arms around Armie.

“Yes, I’m here. Happy Birthday, baby!”

They kissed.

Home.

There was nothing like that feeling.

Danny was fun but this, this was what he wanted. Needed.

“Had things to do?” he asked smiling softly.

“Yeah… Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Timmy’s nose twitched while he grinned.

“No worries, I had nice company. But now I want to do something, baby. Do I have a free wish on my birthday?”

“Yeah… sure.”

"Mind if I fuck my husband now through his orgasm?" Timmy laughed, his eyes shining, his voice a soft hush. "No, I don't mind." And that's what Armie did then. Because the bottom line was that it made him happiest when he satisfied his man to the max.

Just that. With eyes interlocked, he thrust into Tim, his thighs bumping against Timmy's, getting Timmy nearer and nearer over the edge. "God, Armie...!"

Armie’s hands grabbed him mercilessly, and when Timmy’s head reared back, Armie could see how his mind slowly drifted to nirvana.

Because there were all kind of sex. There was "God, you are so fucking hot" sex, there was "I love you more than anything” sex... but now, now it was "I'm off to nirvana" sex.

Armie loved that, that he could bring Timmy there.

At first Timmy always had felt guilty when this had happened. I want to be with you when I come, he had said, don’t we need to look into each others eyes until the end?

No.

Because what could be more beautiful than to let the man you love the most feel this incredibly sensual, body and mind connecting experience of pleasure? And to be responsible for it. That was the sexiest sight ever. So he watched with the greatest devotion as Tim's slender body writhed under his touches and thrusts, loved how Timmy's eyelids fluttered as his head fell back into his neck, loved how his face contorted with lust, loved how those sexy little gasps came out of his half parted mouth, one after the other, loved how every cell of Timmy's body vibrated with pleasure, loved how his moans became more and more urgent, coming closer and closer to the edge, reaching ecstasy, until finally he came with a jerky twitch, the orgasm surging through every fiber like waves, waves, waves.

So beautiful, so incredibly fucking beautiful.

Armie came too, came in Tim, his love, his husband and wanted nothing more than this.

After he had reluctantly detached himself from Timmy, he lay down next to him on the table and just looked at him. Watched how Timmy slowly, ever so slowly, came back down here to earth from his nirvana, smiling softly as he turned to him.

Pure happiness, exhaustion and still, after all these years, shyness because he was out there, gone.

Who wouldn’t fall for that.

“Hey...”

“Hey...”

They kissed.

Soft kisses.

Sweet kisses.

Fingers touching the other.

Until Timmy’s curiosity won. "So, what did you think of Danny?" he asked eagerly. Armie laughed. "Well, … he was very cute, definitely. And hot. What more could you ask for? But I think he was an impostor." "What? Why?" Tim pretended to be indignant. "Because he acted so inexperienced and naive and then he sucked me like the sluttiest angel ever." Timmy giggled the cuddliest giggle existing. "Maybe he's just a natural." "Maybe. He had a very nice cock though. Thought about letting him fuck me. But I wasn’t sure if you agree to that.”

“If you like him. I would let you. Maybe he comes back some time.”

“Maybe.”

Timmy opened the box of cake beside him, stroked two fingers over the cream of the cake and held his coated fingers in front of Armie's mouth, who immediately accepted the invitation and licked the cream off. "I was actually expecting, the cake would have an entrance as well,” Timmy said and took another dollop of cream from the cake and shoved it this time into his own mouth. “Sorry, I kind of only had eyes for Danny,” Armie apologized. “But I can make up for it later if you want.“

Timmy bit his bottom lip, grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Once again Armie realized he would never get over the sweetness of his man.

Also, it was not to believe that he was so horny for him again.

And it was the greatest pity that Timmy’s birthday was not until December.

Because he could hardly wait that this time it would be him to ring the doorbell.

And when Timmy would open the door, he would say: "Mr. Chalamet? Here's the hammer you ordered. I hear you have a big pipe to lay? "

*

[dynamic-swap-au-archive]

why does noodle have so many scars on her face and who do I need to scar for rest of There life's?

( I'm not angry I'm just FURIOUS )

the good news is that you get to be furious at my favorite thing to be angry about, the government !

lets get to know dynaswap noodle :>

in this instance, what was swapped between her and russel were their ages ! russel is our bright 8 year old boy when he first met the rest of the band, and noodle was only barely in her 20s.

what this means for her is that she'd lived her childhood, her teenage years, and the very cusp of her adulthood as a tool for the government. raised as a killing machine and forced to act on it.

the scars on her body are the memories of a hard life and a stolen childhood.

in the end, she escaped because her program was on the cusp of being caught. not wanting a potentially international incident, they'd wanted to cut their losses by simply killing the children they'd ruined and pretending it never happened.

she ran, and in her escape he'd found herself wandering the streets of england.

it'd been total chance that she'd happened upon a poster advertising for the role of guitarist in a little two-person band known as the Gorillaz. she'd never played a guitar before, but she saw this as a sign from the universe. -besides, she's a fast learner

while her origin was dark, she is anything but ! she absolutely delights in this chance at a second life, a Real life. wishing to live life to the fullest and find everything it has to offers. a sweetheart, a gifted artist, a scarred soul desperate for the chance she never thought she'd get to have.

as such, this band means everything to her, no matter how broken it may be. it's the only family she's ever known, the only true life she's ever gotten to live.

she watches over russel as a big sibling he's never had, taking care of him and nurturing his potential in every way she can

likewise, she sees much of herself in murdoc, a sort of father figure (even if he's less stable than her at times). her scars run deep, and with them come an anger and confusion that she often doesn't know what to do with. but she's determined to find her way, and find it with her family.

... even if she happens to butt heads with them, or more accurate have her head butt into.

most people butt heads with stu, but he's still a part of her family. he may be a slave to his emotions (and unable to filter a single thought in his head), at the core of everything he Means well. he doesn't Want to hurt anyone, he just doesn't know how to control himself anymore. something she can Also see herself in.

she wouldn't be here in her new life if it wasn't for him, and so she reaches out no matter how prickly he may be. sometimes she gets pricked for her efforts, and sometimes she makes her way through.

besides, both of her stinky boys adore russel, would never show him the teeth they gnaw on each other with. and that means something.

... of course, this all raises the question of how she's able to perform, if she's supposed to be on the run from the japanese government. and that would be her mask !

she actually has many of them ! she wears them while performing, for promotional material, and while out of the house ! though her main one is derivative of her first mask, the uniform she'd worn once upon a time.

of course, her Favorite mask is the one russel made for her

this makes her very mysterious in the eyes of the fans, and quite androgynous too ! unintentionally so, At First.

living the kind of life that she did before, her gender had never mattered to her, and it really doesn't now either. when she's asked what gender she is, she simply doesn't answer.

and in the end, she figures that she's nonbinary ! or perhaps agender. or perhaps the label doesn't matter, as long as she knows who she is. of course, she still uses she/her, and why shouldn't she? they're perfectly good pronouns to have.

and yes, she likes girls

if you'd like to see more of noodle, and more of this au as a whole, please feel free to check out my full au guide ! laying out everything the au has to offer in story order [Link]

and of course, I have a guide for canon gorillaz here [Link]

and feel free to talk to me about this au ^^ I always enjoy it @internetcartoon

[iaus]

so. the nature of epilogue made it really hard to hammer home the fact that. while porter did care about jace he was pulling strings. he was lining jace up to be his perfect little pet sorcerer.

and part of it i think is that i had to cut porter's reaction/discovery of jace's spell thiefing (which is a homebrew boss mechanic i made specifically for jace... and will be borrowing)

eli. if you read this i'm doing bad things to your new adopted wyrmling.

also i go over some mechanical stuff that... justifies jace to me. if you don't wanna read that skip to the giant ANYWAY.

and also. this post. is a doozy and i cannot tell how coherent it is tbh. so uh. if you read the whole thing. i love you.

first thing's first. this "stealing" that jace does was literally me saying fuck rules as written i HATE rules as written i want jace to have cool powers that porter would have IMMEDIATELY been interested in and wanted under his control.

the long and short i have jace as a level 20 divine sorcerer with a unique action that i have crafted. just for him. because if he's not porter's specialest sorcerer he's mine.

Spell Thief 3/Long Rest

You harness the source of your magic and use it to rip a spell from the Weave itself. This is considered extremely dangerous to you and those around you. You do not require components for the spell you steal, unless using this to resurrect a dead creature. The spell you steal does not have to be from your class list but 1) cannot be a spell you currently know 2) cannot be a spell higher than your casting level. (For example, a 5th level caster cannot use this to manifest the Wish spell.) With DM’s discretion, you can use this to steal higher level spells, but this may incur grievous consequences. The first time you use this feature priming the spell is a DC [10+Spell Level] spell check. Upon each success or failure, the DC raises by 5+Spell Level. To use this feature, roll a primer check [1d20 +Spell Casting Modifier +Proficiency] to see if you can manifest the spell. Whether the spell is successfully stolen or not, roll a CON saving throw at the end of your turn to determine the cost of your spell. Use the table provided below to determine the price.

i won't put the table in but the consequences vary from everyone around you has to roll a dex saving throw or take take [Spell Level Summoned] d20 + [Spell Level Summoned] force damage (the sorcerer always fails this save) to you can never cast the spell you stole again to you permanently lose spell slots to there are actually no physical draw backs (20+ save).

so as you can see this is a pretty fucking powerful ability. i'm going to be using it for a boss fight later in my campaign.

but anyway. giving jace this ability automatically makes him interesting to porter. it gives porter a reason to actually pursue jace (besides finding him attractive because i find porter being desperately attracted to jace so funny all the time, sorry man).

ANYWAY.

the (multiple) cut scene(s) i have from chapter 11 is one that gives a lot more detail to porter first bringing up that he knows about what happened to jace in college. but. due to how epilogue is written and presented it was JANKY. like it did not mesh well at all there was no reason for jace to think about what happened in college even IF it was a flashback with porter. the other thought was to have jace pass out after using his spell thief ability and to have a dream about rage!porter we saw in the finale.

this also felt janky and i didn't want to do any more dream scenes after chapter 6.

but this leads to these two cut instances of porter (in their first year of hooking up, because. though they don't really gel imo my first fic does lead into/happen in the same universe). i'm gonna put both of them here to kinda see what i was working with and to show why this ultimately got cut.

version 1 (scene that got cut quickly because the tone didn't match):

Jace had hummed, thought to say something snippy like speak for yourself, but stayed quiet and let himself relax in Porter’s hands. He wasn’t sure how long they had sat like that before Porter ruined it by saying, “Wanted to ask you something.” The memory of the incident—as Jace had taken to calling it during his later years at Aguefort—was fuzzy at best. The campus police reports filed were much more detailed. He had told Porter as much at the time, mood souring as he pulled back. “If you’re that fucking curious just pull up the paperwork. It’s easy enough to find. Especially since you’re a fucking adventurer.” “Hold on—we don’t have to talk about it.” Porter had sounded remorseful. As if he actually regretted upsetting Jace. He still pulled back. The blue and white snowflakes illuminated a dark look on Porter’s face. “Listen—” “I need to go home.” “Let me drive you.”

and version 2 (which almost made it into the final draft):

This—whatever volatile, greedy thing inside him made it possible to do this—it seemed no one could take it from him. Porter had asked him about it once that first year they knew each other—had tried to play sweet at the Moonar Yulenear party and told Jace he had wanted his help on a faculty adventuring quest over the break. You were flagged when I tried to add you to the roster, Porter had said with a frown, said you were… what was the list called. Jace had left the party—drove home tipsy and ignored Porter’s calls and messages for the next three days. He’d been intent on ignoring Porter the entire break until he showed up at Jace’s townhouse with a coffee and breakfast sandwiches. Didn’t think you were gonna be rid of me for three weeks, did you? He’d been charmed. And Porter didn’t ask about the list again.

i am kind of disappointed that this ultimately was decided to be not.... jace enough to make it into the final draft but. what i'm about to say is going to reveal WHY it could not make it into the final draft:

porter, to me, is a little too... overt. almost creepy in theses scenes (which i was angling for). but for the context of epilogue where jace is romanticizing and pining for this idealized porter he has in his head... it didn't work.

this is porter angling to get something from jace. he's fishing for information about what jace did in college and whether jace felt remorse over it or not, he shuts it down and porter then has a reaction to it. in version 1 even jace manages to notice a "dark look" and this is in their first year of being a situationship!

this is a little peek into what epilogue porter actually was. it's really hard to get a read on him in epilogue since he is a memory/ghost for the entire story and we are viewing him in this hopeless, searching for meaning jace who cannot see himself without this man who has abused, used, and killed him. he is coping by only remembering the good things about porter-- he is seeing porter as a man who loved him so much he had to kill him, who wanted jace so much that he was doomed to never leave.

it's what he's always wanted-- no one has ever wanted him like this, chased him like this. but the problem is we can't see porter's thoughts in this. as author of this horrid little universe i know the approximate truth that these two unreliable men hold for each other and i can say that i do think porter loves jace. he sees it as love, but there's a lot of dark shit. a lot of isolating, patronizing, possessive unhealthy ownership happening that makes it, imo, inevitable for jace to break down the way he does.

he doesn't want the reader to see that in epilogue though.

he wants to frame this as a i need to get back the only person in my life who loves and gives a shit about me.

but in his need to do this, he glosses over really dark shit about porter and their relationship.

to continue that version 1 scene a little:

Porter rubbed the curve of his hip and smiled indulgently. “C’mon, Jace. I’m being a considerate coworker.” That had made it worse, somehow. “Sober me up. You do it all the time.” “Tapped out—some of the seniors got rowdy last period.” Jace rolled his eyes. “Fine. Take me home. One condition.” Porter hummed, still rubbing circles along Jace’s hip. “No. Asking me about.” He waved his hands vaguely. Porter had agreed, then stood and tucked Jace under his arm. Told everyone they passed: Stardiamond’s cut off. Just looking out for him. “You,” Jace had announced as Porter fiddled with the climate control. “Did that on purpose.” Porter grinned at him. “It’s winter break. Everyone will forget about it.”

[...]

“It was an accident,” Jace finally said, head feeling unfortunately clearer. He recognized the streets. They weren’t going downtown; they were still in Tillering—winding the streets to Porter’s house. “It was… like a wild magic surge.” Porter had stayed quiet, keeping his eyes on the road. Snow was finally beginning to fall (what a strange detail to remember so clearly). Despite the empty roads, Porter signaled his turn and as he was slowly easing onto his street he finally spoke: “Didn’t think you were that kind of sorcerer.” “I’m not.”

i think this is a perfect example of the kind of read flags jace was ignoring and the kind of red flags he wouldn't want in his narrative. (there's a reason this scene is cut.)

porter does a few notable things here, right:

ignores jace's boundaries- jace puts distance between them. porter ignores it and grabs him. intimately. and continues the contact.

porter tells everyone he's taking jace home. something jace doesn't want (especially since this would be like 5 months into them fooling around.)

he then, instead of taking jace to his townhome, takes jace to his own house. when he knew jace didn't want to go there.

like. jace doesn't react to these- he sees them as flattering in a way. but it's bad. porter starts this shit early and it doesn't stop. jace just doesn't tell us about it in epilogue because he doesn't deem it good enough for his narrative of the man who wanted him so bad he was willing to sacrifice him and bringing him back all wrong.

also... in chapter 6 jace does give the tiniest nod to porter and this whole college situation but it never comes up again because jace doesn't think it's important outside of his dream:

How strange to think that Porter had known about that in this moment. Had that been what made Porter pick him?

he knows porter knew about his spell thief ability. we just don't get to understand it until much later.

THIS LITERALLY WENT NOWHERE I'M SORRY. but let me leave you with a cut bit that almost made it into the final draft and that i now regret cutting, but hope you can see why i felt it necessary to cut:

He wonders. Would Porter have been excited at the prospect of Jace’s talents if he had told him that night? Would he have asked in hushed tones if Jace could still do that. Could he still steal magic—rip spells that weren’t his out of the weave itself? Would Jace have seen earlier the way Porter might have wanted to use him? Porter had never been shy about saying how he loved Jace’s magic—loved watching him use it, loved how powerful he knew Jace would be. I’ll make you more than you are, Porter had whispered in his ear one night as he pressed Jace into the mattress. Imagine it, pet. Jace stares at the spot of blood on his carpet—aware of the ache in his bones, the blood under his fingernails and wonders, faintly: Did Porter ever want him? Was it always his magic? Did it matter? He thinks. Porter had felt so inevitable. Does it matter? He gets up. There’s one way to find out.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chrissy was nervous. Today was her first day back at school since it all happened. It was an entire month of bed rest, healing, and trips to the lab to be prodded by the doctors who took over Hawkins Lab. Will had already gone back to school since he wasn't as messed up as she was. Her black eye had healed, but the claw mark that ran through her eyebrow and over her cheek would always be there to remind her. As well as the scar on her stomach and her leg. At least she can still cheer and play softball.

"Chrissy, honey, there's a phone call for you," Claudia said, popping her head into her room.

"When did the phone ring?" Chrissy asked as she headed into the living room to pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Lady Henderson!" Argyle's voice yelled from the receiver.

"Argy!" Chrissy exclaimed happily.

"Hey, figured I would send you some positive energy your way since it's your first day and all," Argyle said.

"Thank you," Chrissy said and sighed. "I wish you were here with me."

"Yeah, man, me too, but Mama insists I finish out the school year," Argyle said and paused. "I just think she's having a hard time letting go of the house. I keep telling her it's not the house that makes the home but the people in it."

"That's actually nice," Chrissy said. "You know, Jonathan wishes you were coming to school with us this year too. I think he's more eager than I am to see you."

"Yeah, the dude's a good egg," Argyle said casually. "Dude's riddled with anxiety, though. He's like one of those trembling chihuahuas."

"So, you think he needs someone like you to help calm him down?" Chrissy asked teasingly.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. A little purple palm tree delight could definitely help that boy out," Argyle said and sighed. "Oh, man, I feel the sudden urge to call Jonathan."

"Maybe you can catch him before he leaves. I need to finish getting ready, anyway," Chrissy said.

"Good luck, fair lady!" Argyle exclaimed.

Chrissy pulled a dark purple cardigan over her dark blue turtleneck and slipped on her shoes before letting her hair down. It made the scar less noticeable. A car honked outside, and she frowned. She looked outside and found Steve’s car waiting for her. Nancy. Chrissy smiled.

"Oh, Nancy called earlier and asked if you guys wanted a ride. Dusty already accepted," Claudia said.

Chrissy rolled her eyes affectionately. She gave her mom a hug and a kiss before letting her fuss over her. Dustin dragged her out the door as she was pulling on her jacket, holding her hand protectively.

"I don't even know why you're coming to school anyway," Dustin said. "It won't be long now before we're getting off for Christmas break."

"I just need to get out of the house, and I'm ready to go back," Chrissy said. "I'm going to be okay, Dustin."

"It's just that they're already going hard on Will with the whole Zombie boy thing, and now you have a nickname too," Dustin said.

"I can handle a few assholes, Dustin. You do remember what I survived, don't you?" Chrissy asked softly.

Ever since she came back from the Upside Down, both her mother and her brother had been awfully clingy to her. Overprotective was the word for it, which she understood. She had been clingy to them as well and with Will.

"I know," Dustin frowned.

Chrissy hugged him tightly before moving towards Steve’s car. Nancy was in the passenger's seat, and Robin was surprisingly in the back. Dustin slid into the middle seat beside Robin while Chrissy slid in next to him.

"Thanks for the ride," Chrissy said.

"No, problem," Steve said. "Nancy was worried about you."

"Just Nancy?" Chrissy asked.

"I mean, I was too, of course. I didn't want you to face those assholes without backup," Steve said.

"Is this how you got Robin to come?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, no, me and Steve are best friends now. Platonic with a capital p," Robin said.

"Yeah, you would think they were twins instead of me and Robin," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"So, you're not worried that Robin's going to steal your boyfriend?" Dustin asked.

"No," Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Chrissy all laughed.

It was in that moment that Nancy, Steve, and Chrissy realized they all knew about Robin being a lesbian. They laughed again, leaving Dustin in the dark.

"Am I missing something?" Dustin asked.

"Yes, Dusty, but you have to be a higher level to unlock that secret," Chrissy said seriously.

"Oh, shit, how high?" Dusty asked. "And what level am I at right now?"

"Pretty low, little man, but I think you can get there," Robin said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Okay, what creatures are we talking about here? What do I have to fight?" Dustin asked.

"Demogorgon," Robin shrugged. "Several of them."

"Okay, do I get the assistance of my party members?" Dustin asked.

"No, on your own," Robin said.

"Well, that's bullshit!" Dustin cursed.

"Chrissy never shuts up about how smart you are, I'm sure you can figure it out," Steve grinned.

"Thanks, Chrissy," Dustin said and leaned forward. "What's my strategy here, Steve?"

"You know, Nancy's pretty good at that too, you know," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, Steve and Nancy, what's my strategy?" Dustin asked.

"Talk to Steve," Nancy said in amusement.

"Flirt with them," Steve said snapping his fingers.

"Oh, you would be one of those people. Just flirt with the monsters," Dustin said, rolling his eyes. "You're not allowed to play with us."

"Damn, just when I was working up the courage to ask you if I could," Steve said.

"Really?" Dustin asked eagerly.

"Yeah, no," he said with a smirk as Dustin huffed, sitting back.

Chrissy, Nancy, and Robin laughed as Dustin continued to argue with Steve. She always knew that Steve would get along great with her little brother. The arguing made the journey to school seemingly go by quickly. As soon as Chrissy stepped out of the car, a blurry figure rammed into her stomach and hugged her tightly. She laughed as she hugged Will back.

"Jeeze, Will, you almost ran her over," Jonathan said in amusement.

"I'm just really excited to see you," Will said. "I'm just happy you're back. Are you nervous?"

"A little," Chrissy said as Will pulled back. "I guess Argyle wasn't able to call you before you guys left."

"Damn, no, he was going to call?" Jonathan asked, his eyes lighting up, his cheeks pink.

"Yeah, this morning when he got off the phone with me," Chrissy said and laughed when Jonathan pouted.

"He won't stop talking about him," Will whispered, and Jonathan jabbed him in the side.

"Go on with Dustin to school, butthead," Jonathan said, rolling his eyes.

The group walked towards the school and tried parting through the crowds of students trying to escape the cold. It took a minute for Chrissy to realize that they were walking behind Eddie Munson. She smiled, and it was gone just as quick. Suddenly, Eddie slipped, falling backward in her direction. Chrissy managed to catch him in time but not without falling on her butt. Eddie looked up at her in surprise.

"Hi," Eddie said breathlessly. "I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing for falling for me?" Chrissy asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I mean no! Jesus, I'm sorry, but that's just cheesy for someone so. . .," Eddie trailed off, his cheeks pink.

"Someone so what?" She asked.

"You look familiar," Eddie said, squinting his eyes at her.

"Yeah?" She asked hopefully.

"Eddie," a boy with curly hair said, bursting through the crowd. "Why is Chrissy Henderson cradling you like a baby?"

"Oh, you're - OH SHIT!" Eddie screamed.

Suddenly, Eddie was flipping her over and cradling the back of her head. Now, he was on top of her, and an icicle had crashed to the ground near their heads. Their faces were so close together that Chrissy could feel his breath on her face.

"Awww, the witch and the freak!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed.

"A matchmade in hell!" Someone else hollered.

"Is that what they've been saying about me?" Chrissy asked.

"Sorry," Eddie muttered.

"I wonder what their babies would look like," someone cackled.

"A lot better than your parents'!" Steve snapped.

"Oh, damn," someone said. "I think he's saying you're ugly, Kenny."

"Yeah, thanks, I didn't get that."

"There's nothing to see here!" Steve exclaimed. "Get inside!"

Steve and Nancy quickly helped them up as the crowd started to dissipate.

"You saved me," Chrissy beamed at Eddie.

"You saved me first," Eddie winked. "See you around, Henderson."

He disappeared into the crowd with the curly haired boy. Chrissy watched the spot where he stood for a moment, grinning and blushing. She was startled out of it by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked over to find Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan looking at her.

"What?"

"So, when you guys inevitably have grandchildren, are you guys going to tell them about this moment?" Steve asked, and Jonathan laughed.

"Shut up, Steve," Chrissy said, but she was struggling not to laugh with him.

"So, is this crush on Eddie Munson new, or have you always known?" Nancy asked they walked inside.

"I do not have a crush," Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Oh! Look! Eddie's coming this way!" Steve exclaimed.

"Where?!" Chrissy asked, peering over the crowd.

She stood back and glared at him as he laughed. She punched him in the shoulder.

"Asshole," Chrissy said.

"That was kind of evil, man," Jonathan smirked.

"No, that was fucking hilarious," Robin said as she high fived Steve.

"It was kind of funny," Nancy admitted.

"Okay, fine, fine. . .it all started in middle school. . ."

The first few periods, Chrissy was fine. The distraction of the lessons managed to get her through it. . .until it all started to slow down. She became more aware of the people surrounding her and the nickname that spilled from their lips. Chrissy the Witch. Apparently, the scar on her face wasn't enough for them to believe that she took on a bear with a knife and survived. She had to have used magic. Chrissy actually wasn't bothered by the nickname (it was actually cool), but it was the sounds of their voices and their close proximity. It was all so. . .overwhelming. She could feel everything and hear everything. She could hear ringing in her ears, and then for a moment, she was back there. . .back in the Upside Down. The hallways were covered in vines, the particles were swirling in the air, and a dark shape was moving towards her. A voice echoed in the darkness, calling her name. Suddenly, she was back in the real world, and someone dove at her, pretending to be a bear. She screamed and reacted quickly by slamming her fist in his face.

"You bitch!" Tommy Hagan cursed as he held his bloody nose.

Chrissy didn't even bother apologizing. She took off and found the nearest empty classroom. She entered and slammed the door behind her, locking it. Chrissy turned around and pressed her back to the door. She was in the science lab, and Eddie was sitting at one of the tables, a notebook in front of him. Eddie's mouth was open, looking comically surprised to see her.

"I broke Tommy Hagan's nose with my fist," Chrissy blurted out.

"What the fuck?!" Eddie exclaimed and then he laughed. "So, you punched him."

Chrissy sighed and plopped down next to him. She winced and rubbed her hand.

"You know, punching someone hurts both parties," Chrissy replied.

Eddie chuckled and took her hand, rubbing her knuckles gently. Chrissy bit her lip, trying to contain the squeal that was ready to burst out of her.

"That's true. So, what did Tommy Hagan do to incur the wrath of Chrissy Henderson?" Eddie asked.

"He pretended to be a bear when I was in the middle of. . .having a thing," Chrissy said. "He made it look like he was attacking me, and it startled me."

"That fucker deserved it," Eddie said as he continued to massage her knuckles. "I'm sorry he did that."

"I bet he's sorry too," Chrissy grinned.

"I bet he is," Eddie cackled. "You know, this isn't the first time that we hung out."

"It's not?" She asked innocently.

"Yeah, I mean, it was a few years ago at the Talent Show. My head was buzzed, and I didn't have these awesome tatties," Eddie said and flipped the hand that was holding Chrissy's to show her his puppet tattoo on his forearm. "My band - "

"Corroded Coffin! How could I forget?!" Chrissy said teasingly.

"I don't know, you're a freak," Eddie giggled.

"I think you mean witch," she corrected. "You're the freak."

"The witch and the freak," he smiled.

"I was totally messing with you," Chrissy said, pausing. "I do remember that day. It was a hard day to forget."

"Right. . .cause of your mom," Eddie said softly.

Chrissy almost made a wistful noise with her mouth as she gazed into his chocolate brown eyes.

"My birth mom, actually. Claudia Henderson is my true mother," Chrissy said. "I mean, Laura will always be my mom. There's no denying it. She's actually up at Pennhurst, I visit her sometimes. She's actually doing better, but she's not ready to leave. She's probably going to be there forever, but she's happy there, and she's happy that I am happy where I am. So, I'm glad it all worked out."

"Then I'm glad too," Eddie said. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your dad?"

"Left town when it all happened. Who knows what happened to him, and I don't particularly care," Chrissy muttered.

"I have a dad who comes in and out of my life. My mom's been dead since I was six. My uncle's pretty much the only one who is there for me, I mean, besides Hellfire and my best friend Ronnie," Eddie said.

"So, you get it?" She asked softly.

"Yeah," Eddie said. "I never thanked you for cheering for me."

"You deserved it," Chrissy said.

"Well, if you ever need me to cheer for you. . .," Eddie grinned.

"You willing to wear the skirt that goes with cheering someone on?" Chrissy asked as Eddie leaned on his elbow, his cheek pressed into his free hand.

"Oh, yeah," Eddie grinned.

"You know, some people would find that hot," Chrissy teased.

Eddie snorted with laughter, causing his elbow to slip off the table and his head to hit the table. He dropped her hand with a groan and rubbed his forehead. Chrissy stood up to look at his forehead, not thinking about the fact that she was standing in between his legs.

"Well, what's the prognosis?" Eddie asked.

"Hmmm, you're an idiot, but you'll live," Chrissy said as she stroked the spot between his eyes.

"That's good, I like living," Eddie said.

"So, we had a funny interaction, a shared childhood memory, and we exchanged trauma. You totally made yourself look like an idiot. . .are we friends yet?" Chrissy asked.

"Friends? Yeah. . .friends," Eddie gulped.

Chrissy suddenly realized how close they were and that Eddie's hand had found its way to her hip to steady her. Friends? Why in hell did she say that? Her eyes dropped to his lips. . .his perfectly plump lips. BAM! A bird flew into the window, startling both of them and causing them both to shriek. Chrissy stumbled back, knocking over her stool.

"JESUS H CHRIST!" Eddie yelled out as he clutched his chest.

Chrissy picked up the stool and set it back up before sitting back on it. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she tried to take deep breaths to steady it.

"Tell me about what you were doing so I can calm myself down. You're working on your campaign, right?" She asked. "My little brother plays."

"Yeah, yeah, I can do that," Eddie said. "Jesus."

After spending time with Eddie, Chrissy managed to make it throughout the day. She met Steve and Nancy out by his car.

"So, how was your day?" Nancy asked.

"Well, it was going pretty great until I felt overwhelmed, and I was remembering what it was like there. Then Tommy Hagan pretended like he was a bear attacking me, so I broke his nose. I ran to the science lab where Eddie was working on his campaign, and just as we were about to kiss a fucking bird flew into the window scaring the hell put of us pretty much ruining the mood," Chrissy said.

"Jesus," Steve said.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I mean, it could have been better, but it was pretty good considering I made friends with Eddie, and I got to slug Tommy H in the nose. I'm looking forward to seeing what it looks like tomorrow," Chrissy grinned.

"God, I wish I could have seen that," Steve said.

"Well, he's an idiot so there's a good chance it's going to happen again," Chrissy said, and they both laughed.

It wasn't long before Robin was also meeting them by the car and then Dustin, who threw his arms around Chrissy. Despite all that happened, she looked forward to the next day, and the next day after that. Eddie's dimpled grin swam in her head.

Chapter Five

[clandestinegardenias]

For @scala26's fitizer first kiss prompt - one of them kissing the other to stop them from saying something

Somehow this became a modern University professors AU, sorry not sorry.

The Rest is Still Unwritten

“Well I think that Franc–mmf!”

James tastes of champagne, is Francis’ first, muzzy thought.

Francis hasn’t had a drink in–well. A long while. He feels half drunk on the taste of it now, fancies he can still feel the bubbles popping on James’ tongue. 

James makes a gratifying little squeak and opens his mouth wider, which he should absolutely not do, Francis thinks. 

Francis shoves his tongue further down James’ throat regardless, because that’s the kind of man he is. Hungry, desperate, grasping for every spare and crumbling straw within his reach. Jealous and demanding. Always overlooked. 

He sucks on James’ tongue, hands tightening on James’ waist, and James whimpers and presses closer. 

Overlooked, overshadowed, passed over for every opportunity–Francis’ life has been a series of over, over, over. Never the start, always the finish. 

He is accustomed to it. Besides, second fiddle is not always the worst position in the orchestra. 

Then there is the simple fact that he does not want to be chair. 

Franklin does. Most desperately. 

That should be all there is to it. 

Of course James–idealistic, beautiful, perfect James–would step in to fight for Francis in a battle he does not even wish to win. 

They had not got on, at first. 

Francis is used to new blood in the department. Bright-eyed and energetic and naive, only to be ground down into dirt by the institution, the bureaucracy, the apathy of their students. 

He had stopped, long ago, trying to take them under his wing. The brightest flames burned out no matter how hard he attempted to shield them. 

Fitzjames would be the same. There was no point in getting attached. 

And then there was James’ forceful belief, his trust, his faith that the university would not fail them. That their funding would not be cut to the point of no return, that more assistant professors would be hired to replace the swath of retirements, that students would suddenly care enough about history and all their courses would miraculously make the enrollment cap. 

Francis had hated James for it, this…optimism. 

Simpler by far to believe that they were doomed and retreat into drink. 

And then the loss of Ross–

Still, nearly a year on, Francis can hardly bear to think of it. 

He would resent James Clark Ross if he could, would resent Ann if it was possible, but he loves them both too dearly. And, on some level, he does not blame Ann for demanding that her husband-to-be leave academia for a reliable–and lucrative–office job. 

Unfortunately, now that he and Fitzjames are stuck together on this sinking ship of a department, he has started to…like the man. 

It is the sort of liking that prickles uncomfortably. The kind of liking that Francis resents, that makes him cruel and snappish, pushing James away because having him close is unbearable. 

James looks at him like a kicked puppy, every time, and then comes crawling back, all wide eyes and nervously wagging tail, begging for attention and praise. 

Francis will never, ever let James know that he secretly agrees with him. 

That he also believes John Franklin will be a disaster as Ross’ replacement. It will be the final nail in the coffin for their program.

Francis is ready to accept that fate. 

James is not. 

A fact he had just nearly made plain, before Francis kissed him and shut him up.  

Department Christmas parties are always a little fraught. Too much alcohol, making tongues too loose. Too much informality, hosted as it is at one of the faculty’s houses. With their current tensions, it is a recipe for disaster–a.k.a. James attempting to garner support for his ridiculous idea that Francis should be their next chair. 

Francis has no doubt that is what James was about to do. His cutoff sentence would have finished with the suggestion that Francis’ name be tossed in the hat. 

Absolutely not, Francis had thought. And, somewhere beneath that, his lips look so soft. 

It was perhaps not his wisest decision to plant one on his colleague in front of all his other colleagues. At the annual Christmas party. While wearing a truly hideous Christmas-themed jumper of all things. 

It was not wise, certainly, to hold a lighter to the kindling of their attraction. 

Francis has been dutifully avoiding it, ignoring James’ pleading, confused little looks, as if he cannot understand why Francis is denying him when the tension between them fairly sparks at even the faintest glance. 

Francis has ensured that there is no opportunity for it to ignite. He sits far from James at faculty meetings, keeps his office door closed and ignores James’ knocking, makes sure they are never alone in a deserted hallway. 

And now he has thrown it all to shit because he does not want to be the fucking department chair. 

Still, he thinks dazedly, he cannot really bring himself to regret it. 

Not when James tilts his head to get a better angle, sucking Francis’ lower lip between his teeth as if he would have him inside as fully as possible. One of his hands has come up to cup Francis’ face, gentle and sweet in perfect contrast to the frankly wanton way he kisses. As if he is asking to be filled up. 

Francis is hit with the sudden, sinking certainty that he’s going to run for fucking department chair. 

Not because he wants to, god, never. 

But because James wants him to. 

He could deny the gorgeous creature in his arms nothing, nothing at all. Would give anything to keep James happy and pliant and looking up at Francis with the sort of awe and devotion on his face right now, right this moment, as James finally pulls back to search his face. 

Francis’ hand has migrated to the small of James’ back. On impulse, he uses it to press James closer, making him arch his back and press his chest forward against Francis’ own. James breathing stutters.

Belatedly, Francis glances around. 

Everyone has moved on–the catered food has arrived. They are paying attention to Francis and James not one whit, distracted by the mouthwatering scent of chicken shawarma.

James continues to look at Francis with stars in his eyes. 

“Take me home?,” he finally says, and it is so small, so soft, that Francis’ heart nearly cracks in half. He had not realized he was hurting James so very deeply (a lie if he ever heard one, but also one for which he will most dutifully repent).

He rubs his thumb over James’ arm, soothing. 

“Alright. Let’s get our coats.”

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By The Cliffs (Ch 5/?)

Paul Lahote x Female Reader

Wattpad I AO3 I Twilight Masterlist

Rating: T+

Word Count: 1348

Summary: It was supposed to be a vacation.

A time to relax after Graduate School and unwind the pent-up tension I'd built up in the years of juggling school and work. Finally, I'd have the chance to breathe. Craving the serenity of mother nature's caress, I'd chosen Forks, a four-hour drive from the University, based on the stories I'd heard from Washington locals I'd known in school. With its endless trees and rainy weather, it seemed a perfect sleepy dream spot.

In retrospect, my belief that it was solely my decision to visit and not the Universe's mystic call pulling me there was mortal ignorance. But who besides a creature possessing the gift of predestination could have anticipated what awaited me by the cliffs?

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of Meyer's Characters. This work is not created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Cop1yright Act.

Notes: Paul's POV!! He's got some abandonment issues that will probably be more obvious in his POV's then in other characters (at least so far lol)

Warnings: This fic is about Imprinting. Warning if that's not your cup of tea. There is some swearing (bc it's my love language) and angst. Some abandonment issues but lowkey Paul doesn't even understand his feelings either so it's vague-ish.

Enjoy!

I know I'm not actually angry with her as I watch her retreat back into the house. Truthfully, I was mad at myself. That first impression was a shit show, making it abundantly clear that I had a lot of work ahead of myself if I wanted (y/n) to welcome the imprint.

It's not like she could know that I could hear her entire conversation with Sam and Emily before I walked into the house due to my heightened hearing, but hearing her call me Mr. Hothead had sent a spike of hurt through my body. Even if it was fair-- especially after watching someone spiral out of control like I had. 

My piss-poor explanation-- our conversation, if you could call it that-- made me all too aware that her anger was also fair. Just because I could admit all of this didn't mean her rejection didn't sting.

You couldn't pry this information from me, but I had pictured a fantasy where I'd meet this so-called soulmate by whatever chance. Nowhere in that sick romantic fantasy had I expected this outcome. I guess I'd expected whoever she was to feel that instant connection and know we were fated to be in each other's lives. Reality had kicked my ass enough times. You'd think I should have anticipated the opposite.

A sympathetic hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing slightly. I don't need to turn to know it's Sam's hand on my shoulder.

"Give her some space. There's no use in continuing to argue. It'll only drive her further away."

I want to knock his hand off and tell him to go fuck himself... but he's right. I wish I could say he doesn't understand this rejection, but I know out of everyone here, Sam understands everything I'm going through perfectly. Emily wasn't the type to yell, but she'd wanted nothing to do with him initially. I'd felt and heard that memory a thousand times in the past years as his thoughts had unintentionally been shared around the pack.

"Okay." The single word comes out in a huff under my breath. 

"Maybe you should run it off," Sam suggests, "One of us will talk to her,

talk her through it... better, and then you can come back and try again later."

The idea of Sam or any others explaining these... almost intimate details

with (y/n) reignites the stinging pain inside me. It should be me. It's our bond. 

Rationally, I knew we couldn't find common ground with the heightened emotion that raged between us. Still, I desperately wanted her to understand I wasn't forcing her to do or be anything because of the imprint. I needed to give Sam or someone else to explain the things I fumbled through before... letting her know that the imprint wasn't something that held her to me, but honestly, the opposite. It was me who needed her.

Releasing a breath, I hadn't realized I was holding in, I nod, "You're right. I'll go." It was probably good to get away from the current environment. The breather-- the distance-- away from the pack would help me find my composure.

The first step towards the tree line stung, like there was a rubber band between me and her, and every step away pulled the rubber unnaturally... too tight. I force myself to continue until I'm out of view, mentally blocking out the screaming in my head, begging me to run back to her.

Stashing my shorts under a fallen tree, I phase, breaking into a spring down the familiar path. Though I'm still fighting myself mentally, I try to enjoy the run and surrender to my wolf instincts. 

Run. Fast. Hard.

Her face pops into my head, crystal clear, like she's standing right before me, and my claws dig into the dirt, my lungs burning as I stop dead in my tracks. Panting hard, I let my mind wander across the details of her face. We'd spent only minutes in each other's company, yet I could recall the smallest details like I'd known her for decades. Like I had had the chance to study her intimately.

My feet move on their own, propelling myself through the forest toward home as the imprint bond offers me more possible scenes from the future. She's smiling, her hand reaching for mine, our fingers entwining lazily as she laughs. (y/n) looking at me from the passenger side of the car, singing to something I can't hear. She's reaching for me, our lips meeting as she initiates a kiss.

These possibilities, moments where she smiles at me and laughs with me, wants to kiss me, bring me hope. I can fix this.

Phasing back, I make my way into the house. Dad's in the kitchen, drying dishes.

"Paul?" He calls, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel before leaning on the counter to watch me, "What are you doing here?" 

"Showering," I smile, close-mouthed at him, trying to make my escape towards the bathroom.

"Showering? It's only," he looks down at his watch, "Four. Don't you have patrol tonight?" 

I pause, "I have a good reason."

Dad raises his brows in interest, "And that is?"

"I'm-- going to see a girl." It's not really a lie; it's not really the truth.

"Sam's letting you blow off patrol for a girl?" He doesn't look like he believes a word of it. Or at least, he doesn't entirely "Doesn't really sound like Sam."

I shrug, "Kinda has to. I… imprinted."

The gears turn in Dad's head momentarily as the words catch up with him, "Well, I'll be damned. Are you bringing her over soon? I'd like to meet my

future daughter-in-law." I know he's ragging, but it still makes me

anxious. Bringing (y/n) here would not happen for a while, especially if he

insisted on making that type of joke. After today's events, I'd walk on eggshells around her regarding this sort of humor.

"Not anytime soon. Gotta convince her to talk to me without it ending it an

argument."

"Ah--" Dad crosses his arms over his chest, looking delighted for whatever reason, "She's not local, is she?"

I scoff. As if that matters. An imprint is an imprint no matter their

background, "Nope. The wolf thing really-- freaked her out." The image of her running back into Emily's house screaming about wolves flashes through my memory. 

"Understandable. It's not every day you encounter shapeshifters." 

The understatement of the century.

"Listen, I'll talk about it later, okay?" I move to make my escape, "I want to drive her back to her car—"

"Why doesn't she have her car?" Dad interrupts.

"I'll explain later!" I turn, making my way down the hall before he can ask any questions.

Shutting the bathroom door behind me, I turn the small shower on before stripping down. Standing under the ice-cold spray immediately relieves some of the tension in my shoulders. I exhale, my body seeming to deflate further. Finally, my head starts to clear ever so slightly, and I can begin to rack my brain for the words I must say to (y/n). Without being pushy, I need to explain the imprint in a way that balances out the power. It was obvious by her words and reactions that she felt I was trapping her, leaving her with no choice but to be with me. I can see how alarming that would be; a stranger coming on to you strongly would freak me out, too.

Driving that point across was important. The other part I needed to make right was her perception of me. I was so much more than anger. And I could be so much for her if she only asked.

If I could get her to see beyond her concept of 'Paul', the asshole who screamed at the guys who saved her and then argued with her when he was supposed to explain imprinting, I would be golden.

Recovering my image wasn't impossible. I'd just have to be more patient with my imprint. If I could be patient for anyone, it would be (y/n).

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