#i got really carried away and blacked out halfway through writing this

[atinydroid]

so I was listening to one of my Jason playlists and there's a song I put on there that I always have to listen to several times cause I get SO many feelings about it. I wish I could draw so I could do a cool animatic for it but cause I can't do that I'll just WRITE META ABOUT IT I GUESS

Here's the song. Sorry for the external link tumblr won't let me actually upload the song for some reason.

Breakdown of the song with my thoughts under the cut. (this is very long)

Starting with the chorus

Come paint my face Come take my hand I do not wish you to understand Someday you too Will go to war And by that time may you not fear death any more

Ok so I always listen to this song as if Red Hood Jason is looking at and talking to pre-Robin Jason or like has just been taken in by Bruce Jason. I can only imagine the emotions Jason has thinking about how happy and naive he was pre-Robin. Like yeah he went through a lot of shit with his parents and then living on the street but his stint as Robin and then getting killed by the Joker is just... something else. And "will go to war, and by that time may you not fear death any more." just kinda hits me so hard cause as soon as he put the Robin suit on he was pulled into Batman's war and not long after that death became a very large part of his life very quickly till it culminated with his own.

Fortune may hold you She's not your friend Kind words spoken Bows deepened Foulest creature may wear the sweetest smile Oh do not fear for I will see you in a while

This is obviously about Bruce taking him in and making him Robin. "Being Robin gives me magic!" He was so fortunate that Bruce found him and took him in. But I have to wonder if he regrets it at this point. Like he's died, been resurrected, tried to kill most of his family, gotten better but like is still not Okay(tm). And the fact that it starts off by talking about how good luck can turn and then ends with what is the best descriptor for the Joker that I have ever heard is just Jason poetry honestly.

Eyes upon you Through the years All of your troubles All of your fear Always watching Always see I am you now and you are me

This is just... man if you go back through his Robin run Bruce, Dick (and by extension the Titans) and even Babs were always kinda telling him he wasn't good enough. Bruce by pushing him to be more like Dick and Dick and Babs literally telling him he wasn't good enough to pick up the mantle from Dick. Not to mention all of rich Gotham society judging him for being from the poor side of town. And then later when he gets older and has more of his own opinions and gets more and more violent as Robin because he cares so much about the injustices he sees. Which only leads to Bruce and Dick saying he's too violent and one day he'll end up killing someone. ONLY for that to be followed by the Garzona thing. THIS SONG WAS MADE FOR JASON ISTG

If I should fall You take my sword All that is mine Will be yours Do not fear for those we leave behind The blood that runs in your veins it is mine

And it's like despite everything Robin Jason has been through he knows that what has happened to him to bring him to where he is now is inevitable and it's a cycle he can't change. And maybe sometimes he's not sure he even would given the chance. I'm sure there are moments where he looks at who is right now and how many people he has helped with the way he handles things and knows that Bruce's way doesn't always work and maybe it's good he ended up like this so he can make the hard choices Bruce can't. But he still wishes the young boy he was didn't have to suffer as he did.

I am a stone falling through black water On the bottom I start again I am a stone falling through black water My fall it never ends My fall it never ends

This part man... it feels like he's talking about his relationship with "justice" and how it influences his relationship with his family. Cause he very obviously still considers them all his family but he's stuck in a continuous cycle of wanting to be part of it but also knowing that his way of justice works. Because he knows what life on the poor side of Gotham is like and he KNOWS Batman's way of fighting the injustice that happens down there doesn't work long term. But he also struggles with the fact that sometimes killing someone can start a vicious cycle that leaves kids orphaned, just like him. And so his feelings on the subject are ever fluctuating and he can't help himself falling over and over into cycle of violence no matter how much he wants to get out of it.

SO YEAH I JUST HAVE A LOT OF JASON TODD FEELINGS RIGHT NOW. Sorry that was so long. hopefully it was coherent and made any form of sense. but also omg why did you read this whole thing.

also if anyone wants me to post my Jason playlists (i have 3) lmk and i will

[leighsartworks216]

You Have Me

Sylus x gn!Reader

Sooooo I got this idea suddenly and I had to write it.... I'm sorry 😭

Warnings: major character death, love confession, unrequited love, blood, angst, hurt no comfort, forehead kiss

Word Count: 650

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You weren’t making it out of this. You had to accept that. Had to remain one with the fact that your blood was leaking out of your wounds too fast. That you can’t move without making things worse.

You know it the second Sylus lays his eyes on you. The way his jaw tightens and brow pinches together. He kneels in front of you, in a growing puddle of red. When he finally meets your eyes, he must recognize the realization in them. You’re dimly aware of Luke and Kieran shouting for help as they run through the building. It would never get here in time.

“I warned you about rushing in, kitten,” he chastises. It holds no venom. You shiver and he takes off his jacket to cover you. It does nothing to stave off the cold.

You huff. “I had to protect her,” you say. “I had to save her, for you.”

The her in question hesitates at the doorway. All her Hunter training flees from her mind. She would have been where you sat now, had you not jumped in to save her like you did. She owed you her life. You wouldn’t have time to cash in on it.

Sylus sighs. “I know.”

You reach a hand out for his cheek. He meets you halfway, not allowing you to strain yourself. Your soft touch leaves blood behind. His sharp cheeks and pale skin, tainted with your ichor. “You were never mine.”

Your eyes are glossy as you look from your rouge fingerprints to his eyes. Wet with unshed tears. Death is inevitable. You don’t want to meet it sobbing.

You smile. It’s shaky, and it sends a dagger straight through his heart. “But I have you right now… right?”

He holds your hand, pressing it firmly against his cheek. Your fingers are growing cold. Your skin is losing its color. Your cheeks don’t flush for him like they used to. “You have me.”

His other hand holds your cheek, tilting your head down as he leans forward. A kiss, lingering and carrying the weight of your life, presses to your forehead. He pulls away and stares you directly in the eye. He can’t bear to look at your wounds again.

Your body shudders. Your eyes nearly close. His hand on your face shakes you slightly, urging you to stay awake. “You… You don’t have to say it back…” you start. Your breaths are ragged and slow. You wince, but you keep your eyes locked on him. Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you blink away the black spots encroaching on your vision. “I love you… I… I always have…”

He can’t. The words stick to the back of his throat like molasses. Instead, he forces a cocky grin. “Let’s go on a trip,” he says. “Just name the place. We can go anywhere you want.”

You wheeze something that should have been a bright, bubbly laugh. “Really…?”

He nods. “We’ll take my jet. And we’ll see all the sights.”

“Even the… tourist traps…?”

“We’ll see those first.”

You smile. Your energy is waning. The candle of your life burns low, the flame flickering trying to stay above the melted wax. “I like… the sound of… that…”

He leans in close, clinging to every last word. Your hand is only on his cheek because he keeps it there. You don’t have the strength to hold it there yourself. “And we’ll go to every shop that catches your eye. I’ll buy you anything you want.” He corrects himself, “Everything you want.”

You nod faintly. Your lips move, but no sound comes out. He presses his forehead to yours.

“You have me,” he whispers.

You smile. Your eyes flutter shut. He feels your last breath on his face. The smile doesn’t fully fade. The corners of your mouth stubbornly refuse to fall. A cold tear brushes his thumb.

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[naffeclipse]

I'm sorry if this question has been asked in some form or another but... How would Eclipse, should he have ever moved away from the Arctic in search of a new home, react if he encountered a pair of orphaned Orca Siren Calves (Sun and Moon) being raised by a reclusive writer human Y/N? Like either their sibling got the Siren Transformation and the whole pod is just now... gone due to some unfortunate events... Or the Y/N just found the two orphans in the shallows near their very secluded home and the parents never came back?

Point is human Y/N is trying their best, but that means things aren't going all that great. Both kids can read and are cared for. Moon is a master of the door dash app when using the tablet kept on land near the water for them. But there's love... Lots of love.

How would he react to this?

Oh, I love this

You wanted to be left alone, unfortunately, the two... babies, didn't get the memo. They're so small. You have no idea what to do with the mythical creature children. Sirens. Sure, you've heard of them. So why aren't they taking care of their young? Why are they wailing at the edge of the icy land you've made your home on? It doesn't take long for you to take pity on the small things and feed them some chewed fish (but only this once).

Somehow, you end up with a small ice shelter where you've carved two breathing holes under the ice to let the seawater and the babies swim for a day, keeping a careful watch on them while jotting down a few ideas you've had for your writing (perhaps inspired by sirens). Then, at the night's end, you lovingly pick up both toddler-sized sirens, tucking one into each arm to carry them to your home where your bathtub has become a makeshift crib of seawater and half-chewed rubber duckies.

You believe they're twins despite their different appearances, one touched with cream-colored orca markings and soft yellow frills framing his face. The other brother is black and white and has a slippery dark blue tendril behind his head, trailing into a luminous bulb. They have mismatched eyes but share one blue iris.

So much for only feeding them once. The tiny fish got you wrapped around their little claws.

They growl and chuff and softly whine whenever you're not within sight, and each of them demands time alone to snuggle against your chest before you set down your bedding on the bathroom floor and urge them to sleep through the night. You're right here if they need you. Somehow, one or both end up on you, dripping wet, and you can only groan and softly hold the babies through the night despite their constant wiggles and slick, sheeny bodies.

This goes on for a few years before you start to worry that your bathtub is too cramped for the children. Sun and Moon (oh gosh, you gave them names; now you're really attached) are so smart and excel at reading and writing, making use of markers and whiteboards, and remembering to let their hands dry before grabbing the paper from the floor of the ice shelter to draw doodles of the icy waves.

There were learning curves, such as when you had to scold Moon for biting you so hard his sharp teeth drew blood, but he cried, so you stopped being angry and showed him how to help you bandage your hand. See? All better. But no biting. Another time was Sun growing impatient with your slow pace as you gathered your writing materials before joining them in the ice shelter, and he grabbed your leg and halfway pulled you into the frigid water, shocking your system with the sheer cold before you scrambled out and had to retreat to your home to undress and get warm. Sun hid away from you, unwilling to come out despite your coaxing once night fell. You had to lay down a new rule: they cannot pull you into the water. You are not built like them. He clung to you and apologized, and you forgave him with a kiss on the forehead.

You wanted to be left alone with your children. (Yours. Your babies.) Unfortunately, they're not the only sirens around. You sense another presence just at dusk when you're preparing to take Sun out of the breathing hole (you can only carry one at a time now, and even then, it takes all your strength to lift with your legs—when did they get so big?) and pause with your hands under Sun's arms, his hands still opening and closing for you. Through the slight opening in the flap of the ice shelter, out into the shallows of the icy sea, you see two pairs of eyes, yellow and red, and piercing.

A siren.

You react with adrenaline and fear, fueled by the intention to protect your children no matter the cost, and pull Sun and Moon out of the breathing holes in a second. Placing them in the far corner, you shield them with your body. The strange siren pokes his head through the breathing hole not a moment later. Eyes wide, breathing harshly, you stare each other down, siren against human. His gaze slips past you, and he grins upon finding Sun's and Moon's big eyes peeking around you as they cling to your shoulders, confused and frightened. Their flukes flip anxiously.

The siren grinned at you, and for the better half of the night, you conversed with the siren about how you came upon your children. His intentions remain sinister and masked until he at last tells you how perfect he finds you and the boys. You stare, standoffish, but he assures you, he will be the father that they need, and the mate you deserve. You don't believe him. You don't trust him with your babies, but when he grabs your leg and rips you away from your children, much to their protests and small cries, you're caught under him and his caressing claws before you realize that his hunger is more.

It starts to make sense. Of course, Eclipse can teach them far more than you can about how to navigate their marine existant and how to properly hunt and not only take food from your hands. He teaches them how to sing, how to watch prey, how to use their strength and teeth to conquer. And you... you watch, realizing that you miss those bathtub days, but your boys are happy. They love Eclipse and Eclipse, well, when he's not tending to the children, he's spending time with you, laying his crossed arms on your lap to gaze up at you, insisting you accept a dead seal from him.

Maybe he has a bit of charm. And maybe you begrudgingly let you sing you to sleep when you're left fretting about Sun and Moon swimming late into the night on their own, but they're growing big. They don't fit in your arms anymore. You start to feel a little forgotten before you find all three sirens acting very suspiciously, your boys whispering before telling you that Dad—Eclipse wants to give you something. He softly presses a beautiful black pearl into your palm. You've never been much for anything that isn't practical, but it's beautiful, so you take it. Eclipse is pleased and so are the Sun and Moon. He steals a kiss from you. You don't mind.

You wanted to be left alone, but you find yourself in the siren's arms as you both watch a burning orange sunset and your sons playfully fighting in the small waves.

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) - the re-up!

summary: the very first chapter of TWMTDW, re-written! wc: 800-ish a/n: not sure if I'm going to do a complete re-write of the entire series because I'm rlly busy with school rn. but lemme know if you'd be interested! read the original here

Sunlight bounced off of the white and red walls of Ms. Jones’ classroom. The first cloudless sky in months made the class extra chatty, newly energized to gossip. You sat quietly one row away from the whiteboard while resting your chin in one hand and clicking a pen in the other. Your usual gossiping partner and best friend Tianna was out sick, leaving you sitting next to an empty desk.

The heavy-set, chestnut-toned woman clapped her hands in that familiar rhythm that told kids when it was time to shut up, cutting through the buzz of conversation. She pressed her lips together as she waited with clasped hands for the remaining chatter to die down. Her black curls were pulled back into a slick, tight bun that made you wince. You wondered if she got headaches from it the way you did on Sundays.

“Alright y’all, today we’re finishing up our unit on velocity and acceleration,” she announced, reaching for the pile of thick packets sitting next to the projector and thumbing through them. She counted off the number of students present under her breath as she did so.

“I need somebody to hand these out in exchange for a merit. Anyone?”

The offering of a merit at the tail-end of the sentence made several hands shoot up. Most of them were either gunning for a chance at earning a pizza party on Friday for racking up as many as possible, or just wanted the opportunity to walk around and be The Guy Who Hands Things Out. Sitting in a hard chair for hours a day made you look forward to any novel distraction that gave you an excuse to stretch your legs. After choosing a boy with rectangular prescription glasses and a jet-black fringe covering his forehead, Ms. Jones looked up from her now-smaller stack of papers and made eye-contact with you.

“You’ll need a partner to work on today’s packet, sweetie, why don’t you go pair up with Morales in the back–and just where are you going, young man?”

She craned her neck sideways to stare down a lanky, brown-skinned boy with twin braids brushing his shoulders. You turned to follow her gaze. He was halfway to the back entrance of the classroom when he stopped, tilted his head up towards the ceiling, and sighed so loudly you could hear it all the way from your seat.

“To the bathroom,” he groaned, as if he’d had to repeat himself at least twenty times before. You’d never seen him before in your period, but this seemed to be a frequently-waged battle.

“And what’s the proper procedure for that?”

It only took a couple strides for Morales to return to his seat and drop back into it with a force that pushed his chair back with a slight screech. He raised his hand.

“May I please use the restroom?”

“Yes, you may,” Ms. Jones replied with a triumphant grin. “And put your glasses on. Your mother told me to remind you.”

Already in the hallway, he called out, “I can still aim, I promise!”

This earned a few scattered snickers from across the classroom - that kid’s voice could really carry.

Jones rolled her eyes and turned back to you.

“You can move back in the meantime, honey.”

You grabbed your packet and pink pencil case as you quietly stood up, making sure to push your seat back in before making your way to your new hopefully-temporary seat.

Morales arrived some twenty minutes later, breaking your focus with the loud screech of his chair. His profile blocked out the warm sunlight you’d been getting from one of the big windows that ran along the left side of the classroom that saved you from the harsh chill of the air conditioner. He didn’t say a word the entire time, just began flying through the problems in the packet while you were still tussling with the second page. Physics wasn’t your strong suit, but it was clearly his. 

You let another minute pass awkwardly staring at him before finally speaking up:

“What’s your name?”

No answer.

“Hey, can I get your name please?”

His pen began to slow down, but he remained silent.

With an added harshness, you raised your volume one more time.

“‘Scuse me, sir, with the braids. I’m talkin’ to you–”

His head snapped up, and he gave you a nasty glare. “I heard you. You don’t see me workin’?”

Indignant, your mouth opened and closed before you found more words to say.

“Yeah, well,” you tried to maintain your abrasiveness, “Ms. Jones said this is partner work and you haven’t said anything to me since you got back. I don’t even know your name–”

“Morales,” he paused, then added, “Miles. And we not partners.”

Miles returned to his work on the second-to-last page of the packet, saying not another word to you for the rest of the period.

[johnwickb1tsch]

I demand when John met Helen (please?🥺)

Anything for you, my love! 😘😘😘

(this is an outline-ish thing from...last january? I don't know if ill ever truly write it out, so here's the whole caboodle)

warnings: violence, serious amts of shmoop

Helen goes to a rare book shop curious if they can fix the binding of her dog eared copy of Jane Eyre. They quote her an insane price. She has a meet cute with John in the shop. Maybe she's looking through the classics, trying to find a copy of Jane Eyre so she doesn't destroy her other one more. Maybe she tells him she can't afford to fix her copy. She brought it in to ask. He is sheepish about it, but he says he could fix it for her. “What would you charge?” 

“Nothing. It's a hobby for me. I do it for relaxation.” 

“Wow. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. You'd be doing me a favor. I could use a new project.”

She cants her head, looking at him. Weighing him. He finds himself standing up a little straighter, hoping he'll make the cut. 

“Ok. But you at least have to let me buy you lunch.” 

“I would like that,” he admits. 

“Deal.” She holds out her hand to shake. He takes her small hand in his, and doesn't want to let go. 

So he fixes her book. 

They go to lunch. And when it's time to part ways, they don't really want to. They go for a walk. And keep talking. He shyly asks if he can take her to dinner. She agrees eagerly. They fall in love in the span of a week, or maybe just that one perfect day. 

They have a date set but John has to text her to say he's not feeling well. She offers to bring him soup. He says that sounds amazing, but he doesn't want her to see him like this. In truth, he was working, and things got out of hand. He's told her he works in security. But she is not prepared for how he looks. 

Black eye. Cuts on his face. Bruised ribs. Bruises everywhere, really. 

She worries that he's trying to break their date. Making up an excuse. He can hear it in her voice. Scared he’ll lose her, (and wanting badly to see her) he agrees to let her come over that night, not sure how it will go. 

He thinks about his Manhattan apartment. Expensive, modern, very few personal touches. He's afraid she'll hate it. 

When she comes over with takeout she is shocked, and teary eyed. Seeing him in pain like this hurts her. 

“Oh my god, John, what happened to you?” 

“Sometimes, my work gets a little...spicy?” 

Lol. She just looks at him. That look. 

“I'm guessing you can't actually tell me what happened.” 

With a sad smile he shakes his head. “I want to share everything I can with you,” he admits. “But some things, it's better you don't know.” 

She chews on her lip as he tells her this. He wonders if this will be their deal breaker. But in the end she nods. “Ok, John. I trust you.”

Hearing that makes him feel better than the pain pills he'd taken earlier. 

“We could...watch a movie?” he offers, thinking snuggling with her in his arms might fix him. 

“Okay.” 

He falls asleep halfway through, and she holds him, looking at his wounds. He looks so boyish and innocent in his sleep. She fights not to cry. 

To make up for ruining their date night he offers to cook her dinner. Afterwards they kiss, in front of the window, the lights of New York shining down below. He pulls her against him, squeezing her in his strong arms like he can't get enough of her. It steals her breath away, she wants him so much.

Later,  they're out and about. She hugs him under his suit jacket, feels a blocky shape at his back. “Are you...carrying a gun?” 

“Honestly, I'm usually carrying a gun,” he admits.

After the business that went sideways, he doesn't want to get caught unawares. He can tell she doesn’t like it, but trusts him enough to go along with it. 

“Ok…”

Something happens where she gets to see him in action. It's awesome... and scary, honestly. Maybe they're walking to his car when they're ambushed by five guys. The leader is like, “Evening, John.”

“This isn't a good time, Mickey.”

M looks between Helen and John with a leer. “No time like the present, I say.”

They fight, and John lays them all out. In the end he’s taken Micky’s gun and is about to shoot him in the face. It's instinct and reflex. Finish the job. But he hears a gasp behind him. Looks to see Helen looking terrified. So he disassembles the gun. Drops all the bullets into Mickey’s face before throwing the pieces at him. 

“Come on, sweetheart, let's go.” They drive away. She is in shock. 

Afterwards, they go park somewhere with a view of the city below. She is only looking at him though. “I scared you,” he says. It's not really a question. 

“Yes and no,” she answers honestly. “I don't believe you would ever hurt me.” 

“Good. It's the truth.” 

“But I…” She trails off.

“It's OK,” he sighs, feeling so tired inside. “You can say it.” 

“I'm not sure I really believe your job is legal, John.” 

He sighs and looks at the steering wheel. “You... might be right about that.” 

She nods. His heart is in his throat. This is it. This is how he loses her, he's convinced. And she has every right to leave. He never had any business pursuing her in the first place, but…it feels like dying. 

He waits for the axe to fall, his eyes squeezed closed. 

“I don't know how to reconcile the man I saw today, and the man I know who repairs books, and cooks me gourmet dinners, and takes me on long walks while holding my hand.” 

John rests his forehead on his steepled fingers. “I’ve...never really had a choice. I was trained from childhood, to do what I do, for very bad people. It doesn't excuse me...but it is what it is. Maybe I enjoyed it, once. I am not a good man. But now…” He looks at her, with the look of a drowning man. “I would give anything, just to have you.” 

There are tears in her eyes too, he realizes. 

“Do you have to do it, forever?” she asks. “Is there no way out?” 

He shakes his head, to himself as much as her. “It's very rare,” he tells her. “And very difficult.”

She nods, and moves closer. “Will you hold me?” 

“Always.” 

He pulls her in close, thinking he could die happy like this, with her in his arms. 

Later, he asks point blank. He has to know, he can't contain it. “Are you leaving me, Helen?”

He's so certain the answer is yes. She'll try to let him down softly. I'm not sure I can do this. It's not you, it's me. 

He can hardly believe his ears when she answers, “You're not getting rid of me that easily, John Wick.”

He's not sure if the sound he makes is a laugh or a sob. He kisses her, desperate for the affirmation of her love, hardly able to believe his luck. He feels like his heart might explode, for all the love he feels for this woman. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he growls as he kisses her like he might devour her. 

Likewise, she tells him with tears in her eyes and her fingers in his hair. “Don't stop kissing me.” 

“Never,” he tells her. 

The next week he finds himself buying a ring. 

And the week after that, he finds himself bargaining with Viggo Tarasov, his freedom in exchange for slaughtering all of the boss’s rivals in one mad night of mayhem. 

If anyone can do it, it’s John Wick.

[valentinoappreciator]

Ok I am starving for Valentino content so, drabble idea: fem reader cockwarming him while he watches the filming for another scene. Having to just sit still and look pretty while daddy’s working… and you know she’d have to stay quiet too or it’ll just take even longer. Do what you want with this, go wild. I need this man in ways concerning to feminism 🙏

Godddd, you and me both, anon, lmaoooo :D anyway I FINALLY finished this lil drabble request. I'll put it on AO3 as well, and update my masterlist of fics! Thank you for the request, MWAH!!

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Valentino x female reader

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: E for Explicit

Where else to read: AO3, under the username TheWeirdDane, and the title Drabble 2 - Cockwarming. Yes, I'm insanely creative

Inside the Fic: cockwarming, (rough) fingering, kissing, daddy kink, general Valentino cunty behavior uwu

Author's notes: I apologize for possibly weird formatting. I'm writing this from a tablet, instead of my trusty laptop, so please, bear with me

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In many ways, it was a typical day at the porn studio. Valentino sat in the director’s chair, shouting and, well, directing another porno. The actors were hard at work doing their thing. To tell the truth, you were only halfway paying attention. 

Because as it were, you were busy with Valentino. 

Well, maybe ‘busy’ was exaggerating things a bit. 

Valentino had, upon seeing you at the entrance to the studio, grabbed you effortlessly, carried you with him - just as effortlessly - and plopped you onto his lap when he had settled in his chair. It wasn’t a hard riddle to solve; he wanted to have you on his cock while he worked. 

“Surely you won’t mind, hmm, amorcito?” he had purred into your ear, and it was a good thing you were already in his lap, or your legs would definitely have collapsed. 

Quickly but without seeming too eager, he moved his coat and wings out of the way, revealing that he was wearing his skimpy black thong, fishnet stockings, and... that was pretty much it, actually. That meant it was easy and fast for you to pull out his cock and stroke it hard enough that you could sink down onto it. 

Valentino didn’t so much as moan. He only let out a low, pleased hum, before shouting “Action!” to the actors. Immediately, the demons on set got to work. It began with some light kissing that gradually got sloppier and more intense. Before long, they appeared to be really into it. Valentino leaned forward, squinting to get a better look at the scene. 

You couldn’t help a slight giggle. 

“Cut!” Valentino shouted, prompting the actors to look at him. There was no small amount of fright in them. 

“Baby-Cakes,” he purred and stroked your neck. You swallowed hard, a slight tremor going through you. “Did I give you permission to make noises while Daddy’s working?”

Suddenly scrutinized by everyone in the room, you blushed fiercely. You bit your lower lip and looked away from Valentino. 

He tapped the smoldering end of his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. Your eyes followed the embers as they fell, and were eventually snuffed out. 

“Doll,” he then said, and his voice had taken on that kind of sticky, sweet undertone. It spelled trouble for anyone who didn’t obey him.

Looking up at him with big, wide eyes, he grabbed your throat in an instant with one hand, two others busying themselves by preparing another cigarette. The last hand rested on the armrest of the chair, claws tapping against the wood. 

No one made a sound. No one so much as breathed. But, maybe even more importantly, no one watched. Everybody was suddenly busy with their own thing. 

You swallowed hard once more, this time with great effort, and your eyes widened as you felt his cock throb lazily. 

“N-No, Daddy.”

“No, what?” he asked, a grin splitting his face. 

“You... you didn’t give me permission to make noises while you’re working.”

He didn’t release your throat. In fact, the grip only tightened, which made you try to scrabble at his wrists to get him to let go. Valentino laughed mockingly. Throb. 

“Aw, you want Daddy to let you go? Is that it?”

Knowing the double entendre - to be let go of physically, as well as losing your job - you shook your head as hard as you could. 

“Use your words. You’re a big girl. You can do that, can’t you? For me?”

A whimper escaped you. Another laugh from Valentino. 

“I don’t--- I don’t want you to let me go, Daddy!” you squeaked. 

His hand squeezed you even tighter for just long enough that your vision started going fuzzy and black around the edges. Then he let go. You breathed in so deep and fast that you nearly choked. 

Throb. 

“Don’t let it happen again,” he warned. You nodded with a shudder. His hand came up to rest on the back of your neck. 

“Action!” he shouted once more. You watched as the actors scrambled to their spots and started the scene over. 

The filming went on for a long time. An hour passed, and then another, and a third. Valentino was ruthless in his instructions, and demanded several takes of each scene and every angle. The actors didn’t even look tired, making you wonder just how coked up they were. You were starting to feel drowsy yourself, and you weren’t even doing anything! You were just sitting there, wiggling slightly every now and again. Whenever you did, you received a reward in the shape of Valentino’s hand absently stroking your neck and upper back. 

You didn’t imagine that he was aware that he touched you; you knew he was too focused on his work to pay you any proper attention. And, truth be told, there was something indescribably hot about that. 

As another hour passed, Valentino’s cock began throbbing harder and more regularly. You wondered what the reason could be, but didn’t question it, of course. You bit back a soft gasp every time, but weren’t afraid to test the waters by teasing him. So, whenever his cock jerked inside you, you clenched around him, and sometimes even rolled your hips against his lap. 

With a particular grind against him, you turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes lidded and lips parted slightly. You did your best to look the part of a whore, like you belonged in a pornographic movie, and, judging from the grin on Valentino’s face, you were doing quite well. 

“Cut!” he suddenly exclaimed. You glanced out at the actors, and noticed that they were starting to look weary as they immediately stopped whatever they were doing. 

“Sweetheart,” he crooned, stroking his claw-like fingers under your chin. You giggled softly, but the sound died in your throat at his next words. “Are you trying to distract me?” 

You swallowed hard, trying another innocent giggle, but your throat was suddenly tight and dry. Maybe you had misinterpreted his grin...

“No, daddy,” you said. 

His grin widened, squeezing his eyes into narrow slits. 

“Are you lying as well? Tell me no, babygirl.”

You swallowed nothing. 

“That’s what I thought,” he purred, before adding loudly to the studio, “everybody, take half an hour’s break. But be fucking warned, if you’re not here in exactly thirty minutes, you’re fired.”

Everybody nodded, and the actors detangled themselves from each other to get out of the sharp, warm lights. Some of them went for a smoke, some of them for a drink. 

“Daddy,” you tried pleadingly, but he had already pushed you off of him. You stumbled forward a bit before he grabbed the back of your neck and dragged you along, ignoring your pained mewl. About to ask what he was doing, and where he was taking you, you recognized the long hallway with dressing rooms on both sides. 

“Inside,” he purred and opened one of the doors. You hadn’t had time to check whose room it was before he had thrown you inside, colliding with a beautiful table. The sea of vases with gorgeous flowers atop it shuddered. 

“Daddy, please, I didn’t---”

Suddenly, Valentino was crowding you against the table, looming over you and making you feel oh so tiny. It sent a delighted shiver through you, even as you shrunk under his intense gaze. 

“I think you’re better off apologizing rather than explaining right now,” he grinned. His voice was warm and kind, but you knew Valentino well enough to know that neither warmth nor kindness were in his heart at that moment. You immediately flipped the switch, becoming submissive and casting your gaze downwards. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“And what, my little doll, are you sorry for?” he asked, mouthing at your neck and nibbling at the wildly throbbing vein there. It became increasingly difficult to focus, but you tried anyway. 

“I’m s-sorry for, ahhh, for distracting you from your job!”

He chuckled, one hand reaching up to cup and squeeze one of your breasts harshly. You squirmed with a pathetic mewl. Valentino continued. 

“And what should you have done instead of distracting me?”

Another hand went between your legs where he began fingering you. A heavy moan tumbled out of your open mouth, and you instinctively tried to close your legs, but Valentino was faster - not to mention stronger - and forced your legs to remain open. His long fingers reached so deep inside you. Your hips bucked, your legs trembling. 

You tried to form thoughts, tried to usher them from your brain and to your mouth. 

“Babygirl?” he drawled, letting it out as a question. 

“I-I should have just, hnggg, warmed your cock!”

“That’s right,” he purred, pushing his fingers as deep as they could go, before curling them slightly and pressing up against your insides as he began thrusting them. You whined and leaned your head back, warm euphoria sloshing through your veins at incredible speed. 

“So why, pretty baby, did you decide to go against my order?”

“I didn’t!” you whimpered. 

Valentino sighed loudly. With his last hand, he pushed down on your lower stomach, and he fingered you harder and faster, pulling wanton moans and gasps from you. 

“Doll, I know you know you’re in hot waters. Tell me the truth, and maybe I’ll be good to you.”

A whimper left you. Your eyes began watering from the assault on your cunt. You decided to try and get on his good side. 

“But Valentino, sir, daddy, you’re always so, oh f-fuck, so good to me!” you panted through your tears and whining. Valentino chuckled. 

“Nice try, babygirl, but that won't save ya this time. Tell me the truth. Now.”

His fingers sped up, and you thought it was extremely unfair to ask anything of you when he was fucking you like this. As if it was your fault you couldn't think straight right now!

“I-I-I just wanted to have some f-fun, daddy! I promise! There was n-nothing malicious about it!”

Valentino leaned in over you, his grin taking up your entire vision. He looked unbearably smug. 

“Good girl,” he purred, and suddenly withdrew his fingers. You whimpered loudly and quite miserably. You hadn't been close, but it had felt so good! And now that the pleasure was taken away from you, you realized how much you were trembling. 

“Daddy,” you whined, elongating the whine while pouting up at him. You were still out of breath, though, and Valentino simply laughed at the pathetic display. 

“I know you want me so bad, baby, but you've been a bad girl tonight. Do bad girls deserve rewards?”

You pouted harder. Valentino snickered and patted your cheek. 

“Please, daddy, I just wanted to---”

“Did I ask what you wanted?”

You paused. Then sighed. 

“No, daddy...”

“That's what I thought. Now, we're gonna go to the set again, and we're gonna take the scene from the top. And what will you be doing, dollface?”

“I'll be cockwarming you, daddy,” you sighed. 

“That's right. And?”

A shiver raced down your spine. You wetted your lips with the tip of your tongue. 

“And I'll keep quiet this time.”

“That’s right,” Valentino purred as he locked his lips together with yours. You gasped softly, but obviously you weren't going to complain. Instead, you closed your eyes and opened your mouth to let his tongue inside.

Except it didn't. His wonderfully long, slimy, prehensile tongue remained behind his sharp teeth, just out of reach. You whined softly, but the second you stuck out your own tongue to try and meet his, Valentino pulled back. He wore a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face. 

“Now now, baby, I can't get you worked up too much, or you definitely won't be able to stay quiet. Isn't that right?”

“Yes, daddy,” you muttered, casting your gaze down. 

“Aww, don't look like that, sweetheart. It wounds me deeply.”

“Sorry, daddy,” you said, and smiled up into his face.

“That's better.” In the next second, he pushed himself away from the table, straightened his coat, and pulled you up as well. “You'd better get your clothes in order, sugar. The others might think we've been up to no good, otherwise.”

You couldn't stave off a giggle, but nonetheless fixed your clothes before you followed him out of the dressing room and back to the set. Here, everybody was already in their positions. Some looked relieved at the sight of Valentino, some looked alarmed. 

“From the top, everybody!” he shouted at the actors as he sat back in his chair, pulling you onto his lap. 

“And I'd better see some actual chemistry between you all, or who knows what might happen,” he added in a quiet, but very audible purr. You saw some of the actors swallow and send each other nervous glances, but they got to work without complaining. Not that anyone would complain about an order from Valentino. Not if they cherished their life, anyway. 

With an ease that spoke of how many times you had done this, you sank onto Valentino's cock. You almost whimpered when that delicious, delicious cock filled you again, but you were determined not to fuck up this time, and managed to swallow the sound. 

You received an almost tender caress to your neck for your trouble. A small smile spread on your face. 

You knew you had a long night ahead of you, but if it was spent sitting on Valentino’s cock... you couldn't possibly complain. You did quite cherish your life, after all. 

[gascon-en-exil]

2, 3, 8, 25 for Hubert?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That he's a murderer, and a patricide at that.

In past FEs and especially in Genealogy, voluntary kinslaying is presented as pretty much the worst crime you can commit, and a shorthand indicating that a character is an irredeemable monster who needs to die (ex. Chagall, Andrey). There are multiple conversations to that effect in FE4, and it crops up in a few other games as well; it's why the big Gaiden/Echoes twist is meant to hit as hard as it does, or why Ashnard has zero redeeming qualities when his backstory essentially amounts to "removing" his entire family.

And meanwhile Hubert's over here casually killing his father offscreen in two separate continuities for no greater reason than political expedience, and sometimes even getting away with it. Koei-Tecmo doesn't appear to place the same moral weight on kinslaying, since Dimitri, Claude, and...Ferdinand all perform such an act onscreen in Hopes (hmm, I wonder if the reason Edelgard is the only house leader excluded here has anything to do with the topic of my latest video...?), but I don't think that detracts from Hubert committing Obvious Villain Act #1 and giving not one single solitary fuck about it.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Mostly his Lysithea supports in Hopes, which try to spin him as loving his mother and younger sister in spite of the aforementioned gleeful kinslaying. You can't tell me he wouldn't murder his other relatives if he believed they somehow posed a threat to Edelgard's reign. Like a few of his other Hopes supports, it's a conspicuously cutesy spin on a character who otherwise escapes the generally ridiculous ways that the writing of both games attempts to make Edelgard and Jeritza sympathetic. (She draws pictures of her teacher! He likes kittens and ice cream!)

8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Related to the above, any attempt at softening Hubert. He's a calculating, ruthless murderer who would do literally anything if he thought it would further Edelgard's rule even if it's behind her back or she expressly forbids it, because he - in that standard incel vein - thinks he knows what a woman wants better than she does. That characterization has the potential for so much black comedy, especially when thrown up against the guileless and indefatigable Ferdinand.

Why anyone would want to throw that away and replace it with an angsty emo who's not really a bad guy once you get to know him is beyond me. If you want an angsty guy with a massive guilty complex, Dimitri's right there and even gayer.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

When we first got his character intro in spring 2019: "He looks like Iago. He's going to push Edelgard into evil, or betray her halfway through the story...but still be playable, probably?"

Now, he's every bit as ugly and evil as I expected, and then some. Carries the constantly-faltering tone of Crimson Flower on his bony shoulders, a badass dark mage and a playable patricide, and to top it all off he's bisexual in a way that none of the bi-for-Byleth options can even touch, and unlike Dimitri fandom at large has turned Ferdibert into his most popular ship. One of the mostly unexpectedly good characters to have come out of FE16, considering that at the end of the day he still pretty much is "but what if we made Iago playable?"

[total-fandom-tr45h]

Trade fic!!

This is part 1 of a multi-part fic I am writing for @iamasimplesimp in exchange for some art!

This is shorter than the usual length of my fic chapters, but I wanted to break it up into chunks in accordance with my outliine.

This is where the angst from earlier came from.

Now, enjoy~

Thick black smoke obscured Sun’s vision as the heat of the flames caused his body to begin to overheat. His fans roared in his chest as his body tried to cool itself in vain, flames lapping at his ankles as he climbed one of the play structures. 

“Come o-o-on!! Moon, talk to me-e-e!” His voice glitched as he spoke, the heat causing his wires to start melting together as he could feel himself losing control of various parts of his body. 

His counterpart just let out a wheezing cackle in their headspace as Sun collapsed on top of the play structure, losing control of his legs and getting one of his arms caught in between the bars. He let out a choked cry from his voicebox, his optics flashing as his body began to force a shut down due to overheating.

‘I don’t want to die…’

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You carefully made your way over some charred support beams, the acrid smell of soot filling your nostrils as you took a deep breath. Something shifted off to your right, and you ducked down behind a slightly bent metal beam, hiding from sight for a few moments before peeking out over the top, checking if the coast was clear. 

Lucky for you, it seemed it was just some debris settling, and you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding as you stood back up, surveying the immediate area. 

You really weren’t supposed to be there, standing amidst the rubble of the recently-burnt-down Mega Pizzaplex, but you were in desperate need of cash and you knew there would be some salvageable scrap amidst the melted plastics and broken glass. You took a few steps away from where the debris had settled, halfway through putting your foot down when you felt something large under your boot. 

You lifted your foot to see what it was you had been about to step on, and you were shocked to see the hand of a S.T.A.F.F. bot, mostly undamaged, save for the melted rubber fingertips exposing the sharp metal beneath. You grinned and bent down, grabbing the arm and prying it loose from the otherwise destroyed robot it had been attached to. You carefully set it in the wire basket you were carrying, settling it alongside an intact S.T.A.F.F. bot head and what looked like some kind of blaster toy, the casing of it only slightly melted but otherwise perfectly fine. 

You started on your journey once again, whistling/humming as you searched every nook and cranny for stuff to sell. As you were starting to try and yank one of those adorable little wet floor bots out from under a metal beam something else caught your eye, glinting in the sunlight despite everything being covered in soot. Whatever it was, it was rather large. 

You dropped the wet floor bot and ran over to the new object, picking your way through the remains of what looked like a playset, metal bars and melted plastic stuck together. Upon reaching the object, you immediately recognized it as a hand, and you nearly squealed in delight. It looked much more intricate than the three fingered hands of the S.T.A.F.F. bots, the soot-stained digitsslightly curled, like when a human relaxes their hands. 

You gave the hand an experimental tug, only to find that it was stuck fast to whatever it was attached to. You grumbled in frustration, taking a step back to think. Did you have anything in your car to help you get it out… yes. Yes you did. 

You scrambled down off the dilapidated playset and took the fastest route to your car, tossing the few things you had gathered into your trunk before grabbing a tarp, a crowbar, and a shovel. 

Don’t ask why those things are in your car, they just are.

Tools in hand you headed back to the hand and got to work, removing what you could without the tools first. You were able to get about a third of its body uncovered, and what you saw was incredible.

It was the old daycare animatronic, only slightly broken and melted in a few places, as well as covered in soot. With some cleaning and a few minor repairs, it would look almost good as new, so you kept going, removing the rest of the rubble piled on top of it with only a little difficulty. 

You sat down for a moment, squinting at the setting sun before loking back at the unburied animatronic. Various hues of red and gold were cast across the sunny facade of the robot, almost like the celestial body were wishing the animatronic goodnight as it sunk behind the horizon. 

You sat for a few minutes longer before getting upp, preparing to move the robot onto the tarp so you could take it home. As you went to lift it by the torso, you were pleasantly surprised to find it was lighter than you expected. You maneuvered it onto the tarp and carefully carried it to your vehicle, setting it on the ground to get a better look and figure out how you were going to fit it in. 

The animatronic was tall and lanky, the jester attire singed and reeking of smoke. You hummed, going through a few various methods in your head before you just decided to cram it into your backseat, sticking it in a rather uncomfortable looking position. 

Its legs were bent at odd angles, and the arms were pinned beneath its surprisingly flexible torso. The slightly creepy, grinning face peeked out at you from under the tarp when you looked back at it from the driver’s seat, and you shuddered as you stuck the key in the ignition. 

You had a great haul. 

Your eyes felt incredibly heavy by the time you got back to your house, but there were more important things to take care of before you could even think about before going to bed, such as getting the cool ass robot out of your car and into your garage. 

It took a bit of maneuvering and finagling to get the robot out of your car, but eventually you managed to do it and drag it into your garage, propping it up against the wall in a sitting position. You yawned as you closed your garage door, not bothering to lock your car as nobody in your neighborhood really cared about your junk. Plus it was a nice neighborhood, nobody really stole anything. 

You stood in front of the slumped over animatronic with your arms crossed, mulling over how long it was going to take to get it cleaned up. You decided it would take far too long to do it that night, so you left it in the garage and headed inside, grabbing a quick snack before hopping into the shower. You cleaned off the soot and grime from your little expedition, despite knowing you were going to get just as dirty tomorrow when you cleaned the robot. 

You got into nightclothes and hopped into bed, falling asleep rather easily as the exhaustion from the physical work you had done that day finally caught up to you. 

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The next morning you jumped out of bed, grinning ear to ear in excitement. You were practically vibrating as you got dressed in grubby clothes, tying your hair up before grabbing all the cleaning supplies in your home. You snagged a quick breakfast and a cup of (caffeinated beverage of choice) before heading out into the garage. 

You flicked on the lights to reveal the animatronic you had brought home yesterday still sitting where it had been placed, the tarp draped across it awkwardly as gravity had obviously pulled it down. You sauntered over and got to work, first removing the filthy, ruined clothes. You tossed them to the side in a pile, making a mental note to try and wash them later before turning your full attention on the dirty bot in front of you. 

You started off just giving it a quick wipe down, having to grab new towels every few seconds due to the amount of dirt and soot coming off the robot. Seven or eight towels later, you had gotten the front part of the chest cleaned off. 

You sighed, realizing this was going to be an all day project. 

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It was dark outside by the time you finished, but the robot was looking almost brand new as you stood back to admire it. You could also see the extent of the damage done to it now that it was clean, and it was worse than you originally thought. 

There were huge cracks in the casing for the left arm, which seemed to be barely hanging on by a few wires. One of the sun rays was broken in half, and another was cracked right down the middle. There were dents in the chest plate, and the ankles were totally busted, as if the robot had gotten them stuck and broke them trying to get out. 

You grimaced, not wanting to imagine what the insides must have looked like. Probably a mess of melted wire casings and fried circuits, if you had to venture a guess. 

But that wasn’t your problem, you never planned on fixing it up anyway. No, you just wanted to make it look nice so you could sell it back to Fazbear Entertainment for a good amount of cash. 

With a nod of satisfaction you packed up the unused cleaning supplies and gathered the dirty laundry, including the jester attire. You knew the laundry would take a couple cycles to actually come clean, so after starting the washer and taking a really quick shower you flopped yourself on your couch, turning on the TV and surfing through the channels. There was really nothing interesting on, and your mind kept on going back to the robot currently sitting naked in your garage. 

What if you did fix it up? That would probably get you more money than a broken bot would, and it shouldn’t be too hard to fix.

…..right?

[donutsupremacy]

Qiqi's Playdate (Alternate ending)

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Summary:

What if... you didn't fall asleep? What was Qiqi trying to show you? Would Xiao still confess his abnormal feelings for you?

Warnings

Fluffier than Tighnari's ears

Can be considered the canon ending, or not

It's only a part 2 for me

Reader is traveller (You don't get called Lumine/Aether, people refer to you as traveller because you just take their places and save their asses)

Traveller can also be Lumine/Aether (May be Ooc)

And so on so forth

Traveller is shorter than Xiao during a single hug

Xiao is bad at confessions and just casually leaks all of his feelings out

A very badly written confession

A/N: It wasn't until later that I realize Qiqi's playdate might've been somewhat of a bad choice title. Smth like 'In your arms' or whatever cheezy title would be a better choice of a name. This was because I had a different ending for the Oneshot, 'Traveller' was never meant to fall asleep.

Qiqi also never got to show what she wanted 'Traveller' to see. So, i'm gonna write the original ending here lol

The other ending can be viewed here.

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When Xiao said he'd carry them, they were not expecting this.

Their arms wrapped loosely around his neck, chest pressed against his back while his arms were hooked underneath their thighs. This position made them feel quite awkward and flustered, unlike Xiao, who could care less about how he could carry them, so as long as they were close to him. "...Was this really necessary?" The traveller asked meekly, averting their gaze when the Adeptus turned to look at them.

"Is there a specific way you would like me to carry you?" Xiao scoffed. "Besides, Qiqi and Paimon are getting further away. This would be more efficient than to drag you there by the leg."

The traveller pictured the dark haired male with his hand wrapped tightly around their ankle, dragging them around wordlessly and effortlessly while they tried to kick his hand off, angrily yelling at him to let them go. The image caused thdm to chuckle, the vibration from their chest against his back causing him to stiffen for a split second at the odd sensation, before smiling at the sound of their laughter.

The walk was less awkward and more peaceful, the line of trees looming over the duo, casting them in it's shadow, shielding them from the blinding light of the sun. A sea of leaves rained down on them, some landing on top of Xiao's hair, to which, the traveller giggled at before picking them out.

The more they walked— or in this case, Xiao walked, the further they were from Liyue. The traveller, gazing at the ocean, rested their cheek on the Adeptus' surprisingly soft black hair, keeping in their laughter in when his hair tickled their throat.

"I knew you were exhausted. You've been pushing yourself over the limits during your adventures, haven't you?" Xiao asked with a click of his tongue, he could already feel their muscles loosening halfway through the walk, as if they had melted.

The traveller stiffened for a second, before awnsering with a defeated laugh. "Sorry, Xiao... but nowadays, i've been facing a number of strong opponents. You know I can't just simply sit back and relax, but don't worry, I can handle myself just fine." They reassured, but the Adeptus was not buying it whatsoever, already prepared to open his mouth and reprimand the traveller.

"Besides... if i'm ever in trouble, I could always call your name, right?"

Stopping in his tracks, the traveller lifted their head, looking at the back of his head in confusion and worry. Their hands now gripping his tensed shoulders, did they say something wrong? "...Xiao?" They whispered softly, hesitantly leaning to the side to see his reaction.

Instead of a furious or annoyed Adeptus glaring daggers at them, they were met with a perplexed Xiao staring at the groud, deep in thought. "...And what if I am unable to rescue you in time?" His tome barely above a whisper, looking back at you with a guilt-ridden frown. His golden eyes, full of regret and pain, questioned you once more without words, pleading for the truth.

If he wasn't able to save his kin before, what if he can't save the traveller again in the future?

"I... don't understand why, but I despise the thought of you meeting your demise, because I couldn't save you in time." Xiao spoke, his tone laced with bitterness and, as much as he wouldn't admit it, fear.

The traveller leaned closer to his back, wrapping their arms around him and nuzzling their cheek against his hair, elicting a startled noise from the Adeptus. "...You'll always make it on time, no matter what. Even if I fall, I know you'll always be there to catch me." They spoke softly, the sensation of their heartbeat against his back soothing his anxiety.

Xiao hitched a breath, his muscles tensing as your fingers graze across his skin. A muted sigh escapes his lips that twitched upwards, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of the traveller trusting him with their entire life. "...Don't hesitate to call out my name, please." His raspy voice spoke before he continued onwards, a soft hum coming from the traveller.

"I'll never hesitate..."

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"Traveller, you made it."

"Ugh, took the two of you decades!"

The traveller chuckled, giving their small fairy-like companion a light pinch on their puffed out cheek and causing her to whine angrily, slapping their hand away before stomping the air in a childish manner. "I was tired, alright? Xiao can't just run at full speed while carrying me."

Paimon scoffed, floating over to the traveller's side with a smug expression. "Paimon doesn't feel an ounce of exhaustion at all! Maybe the traveller has been slacking off lately!"

In the midst of their banter, the Adeptus, who was still carrying the traveller, looked over at Qiqi staring off into space. Her pink eyes blinked slowly, before wandering off once more. "Qiqi, get back here!" Xiao demanded angrily, holding onto the traveller's tighs tightly before sprinting towards the child.

The traveller, feeling his gloved fingers dig deeper into their flesh, let out a starled, yet, embarrassed yelp. "Xiao! Wait!" Their hands grip onto his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as soon as he began chasing after the girl. Paimon hurriedly follows the duo, groaning at having to chase the girl once more. "Q-Qiqi! Stop... running?"

All three of them skidded to a halt, their eyes widening at the breathtaking sight in front of them.

A large field, decorated with Qingxin flowers, the snow white petals swaying gently with the wind and glowing under the golden sunlight. In the middle was Qiqi, squatting down and cupping a handful of the flowers with an innocent small smile.

Xiao allowed the traveller off his back, stepping foot into the field with them, careful to not step on the flowers. The petals brushed against their legs as they carefully manoeuvred through the fields, until they had eventually reached the young girl, who was busy intertwining the stems of the flowers together.

"Is this what you wanted to show us, Qiqi?" The traveller asked with a smile of amusement, squatting down next to her with Xiao and Paimon, who were both less than happy for having to chase after the purple haired girl, only to arrive at a field of Qingxin. Quite unnecessary, but the travaller was just relieved that Qiqi didn't get hurt.

"Yes. Qiqi wanted to make you this. As a thank you, for the cocomilk." The girl replied in her usual monotonous voice, gesturing them to lower their head. In her hands was a flower crown made of the Qingxin flowers, presumably for the traveller.

The traveller chuckled, following her gesture by squatting down. The purple haired girl stood on the tip of her toes, placing the flower crown on their head.

Xiao, who standing at the side, watched as the traveller stood back up, now laughing cheerfully while touching the crown. He hitched a breath, unsure of this indescribable feeling at seeing the traveller being this carefree and happy.

"Thank you, Qiqi! It's gorgeous!" The traveller's praise caused Qiqi to smile, turning around to pick more flowers and weave the stems together. "Paimon, what do you think?" Facing their floating companion, her dark purple eyes shining in what looked like excitement.

"Paimon thinks you look pretty! Qiqi! Qiqi! Can you make one for Paimon too?" The small fairy flew over to the young girl, now deciding to bother her and leave the other two alone without much of a thought.

Meanwhile, the traveller turned to the Adeptus, catching him gazing at her with admiration in his eyes. "Xiao?"

"Ahem... What's that?" Xiao asked, immediately regretting his decision to feign stupidity as he already knew what it was anyways. He needed something to distract himself from this abnormal sensation in his heart anyways, including the growing heat in his cheeks.

The traveller, already noticing the blush, chuckled at his failed attempt at acting naive. But for the sake of his pride, they might as well play along. "A flower crown. How do I look?"

Xiao swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to form a proper sentence in his head. "...Perfect."

Even his attempt at calling them mediocre automatically failed, converting his fake little insult to a sincere compliment.

A chuckle erupted from their throat, approaching Xiao, who momentarily backed away as they grew closer to him, only to be surprised with a gentle hug. Their arms wrapped around his torso, leaning into his chest.

His heartbeat easily betrayed him, thumping loudly against his chest and into their ear. "Thank you." The traveller muttered loud enough for him to hear, a small smirk on their face noticing how his heart was beating even faster than before. His demeanor towards any form of affection is endearing.

Xiao's arms hovered around them, anyone could easily see the tremble in them as he wondered if he should return the affectionate gesture or not. Coughing into his fist, the Adeptus hesitantly holds the traveller closer to his chest, his cheeks joining in on the betrayal and turning bright red. Even the sun couldn't shine bright enough to hide it.

"I-It's pointless to show your appreciation like this. There's nothing to be so proud about being... p-pretty." If Xiao's arms weren't occupied by holding the traveller, he would've hit himself for letting that word slip out and stuttering over his words.

Why would he be embarrassed about the truth, though? So what if they're pretty and he admitted it truthfully?

"I know, but i'm glad you found me pretty." The traveller gazed into his eyes with a grateful smile, their eyes reflecting his flustered expression to himself.

Curse the traveller and their ability to easily charm him into their grasp, he didn't even struggle out of their hug. "...Why are you like this?" Xiao restrained a groan, averting his gaze and dropping his arms to his side.

"Why am I like what?" The traveller asked, withdrawing their arms away from him. It's far too embarrassing to admit that he immediately missed their touch.

"Why are you always so— what's a good word to describe you... enchanting?" Xiao suddenly blurted out. The unintentional compliment caused the traveller to choke on air, their face turning bright red, brighter than his blush. "Have you developed a new skill during your travels? Is this... how you lure your enemies into a trap?"

The traveller stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence while the Adeptus patiently waiting. "I-I don't... have that ability." The traveller spoke as calm as they could, using their collar as an attempt to fan themselves. "Besides, you're not some enemy to me, haha... B-But i'm flattered you called me enchanting."

"How interesting... You claim that this isn't a skill you've mastered, yet, it's extremely effective." Xiao stated, eyes squinting at them with suspicion. But regardless, he knew the hero of Liyue would never do anything to harm him.

The traveller awkwardly laughed, briefly making sure Paimon and Qiqi were occupied before gathering the courage to ask a risky question. "...Care to elaborate further on what you're feeling right now?"

"It's as though you're a demon unintentionally taunting me, and I have the urge to eliminate you for distracting me so well from my duties." The traveller was more or less terrified at his wording, if only he wasn't so... foreign to affection. "But rather than eliminate you... I feel more interested on why I crave your prese—..."

Xiao swiftly sealed his lips shut, biting the inside of his cheek and quickly looking away from their surprised gaze. 'Why is everything just leaving my mouth at once?'

It's not exactly uncommon to see Alatus lose his composure like this, but it's mostly due to sheer hatred or anger towards his opponents. Rather... this was the first time he's lost his cool because he felt extremely flustered and shy, possibly even nervous.

"You... crave my presence?" It was scary how the traveller immediately guessed the word correctly, his golden eyes sending the traveller a wavering glare for being bold enough to finish his sentence.

"...Yes." Xiao begrudgingly awnsered.

It wasn't difficult to piece the puzzles together, nor did it took too long. At least for the traveller anyways, who averted their gaze away from him, wondering if they should take the risk or not. It would be rude to assume someone's feelings, let alone getting it wrong.

The traveller glanced back at the Adeptus, who stared back with a blank face. '...What if I just...'

"Do you... know exactly what you're feeling?" The traveller asked cautiously, only to receive a puzzled look from Xiao.

"No. Do you?" Xiao questioned, raising a brow at them as though he expected a plausible explanation. Technically speaking; the traveller did chalked it to one conclusion, what's more worrying is his reaction, he wouldn't take this lightly.

A hesitant chuckle erupted from their throat, adusting the flower crown that nearly fell off their head. "Ah, sort of? B-But you probably wouldn't like the awnser—"

"There's no need to delay your awnser any further. I see no harm in just telling me." The Adeptus shrugged casually, assuming it wouldn't be too much of a big deal. He may be an Adeptus for thousands of years, but that doesn't mean he can't learn something new.

"Straight to the point, huh..." The traveller muttered, averting their gaze to the flowers surrounding their feet, the soft white petals grazing against them. "Ahaha... so, have you ever... heard of love o-or affection?"

Much to their surprise, Xiao had nodded with the same blank face he always wore, though less intense than usual. His eyes were more curious and softer, patient as they waited for the traveller to elaborate. "You do? Ahem, cause I think that's what you're currently... feeling?"

"How absurd." It was like an arrow to the heart. Much less a love arrow and more of a poisonous one, straight into a vital point of the heart. "...Then again, I suppose that does make some sense..." As much as the traveller didn't want to get their hopes up, they couldn't help but look back at him, eyes shining with hope, it almost made him chuckle.

"So... do you feel love towards me?" The traveller suddenly blurted out in the heat of the moment, causing Xiao to widen his eyes, staring at the traveller as though they were insane.

After a few seconds of registering what they had accidentally blurted out, the traveller frantically waved their hands. "Wh-What I mean was— I- do y- Uhh... Did you—"

"Perhaps so."

"Eh?" Before the traveller could speak again, the Adeptus walked towards them, closing what little distance was left between eachother.

As if time had stood still, Xiao leaned in closer towards them, his hands reaching out to hold theirs, fingers intertwined. "I think that you're correct." He spoke softly, almost like a whisper.

"Y-You do?" Rather than a verbal awnser, the dark haired male only pressed his forehead against theirs, tilting his head in a specific angle. The traveller froze, his breath hitting their lips right before they connect.

It was a surprise, but a sweet one. The traveller hadn't expect him to awnser their question this way, yet, they couldn't resist grabbing onto his shoulders and returning the kiss.

Unfortunately for the both of them, they had to pull away with oxygen draining out of your lungs. It was the traveller who pulled away, noticing lust clouding his eyes. "...Was that an... appropriate way to awnser?" Xiao asked, suddenly turning shy and anxious, to which they found endearing.

"Mmm... Not exactly, I was asking for a yes or no~ Do you love me?" The traveller teased, earning a harsh yet flustered glare from the dark haired male.

"...Yes." He grumbled. "Now, get back here. Before I make you." They didn't even have enough time to utter a word, before his hand grabed their collar and— as gently as he could— dragged them into a deep kiss once more.

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A/N: This is somewhat the original plot I was gonna write. Though, I had to rush it at the actual end because I didn't know how to make the confession go smoothly.

Sorry for taking a while, I accidentally posted the original again and had to quickly delete it since it wasn't done, then start over from scratch. It's slightly shorter, but I don't want to waste hours writing about Xiao simping over traveller— again.

Also because I was busy farming for a character's materials lol

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Bonus:

"EH— WHERE'S QIQI AND PAIMON!?" The traveller exclaimed, frantically looking everywhere in the empty field of flowers.

< Meanwhile... >

"Of all the places they could do that..."

"Qiqi finished the flower crown for Xiao."

"Yeah, yeah, just hand it over, i'll give it to him when they're done. Now, why don't you sit down and i'll tell you all about what we did in Inazuma?"

"But Xiao and trav—"

"SO RIGHT BEFORE WE SET OFF TO INAZUMA, WE MET THIS PIRATE LADY AND—"

[e-nonsense]

Hello it’s me againnn😭 I hope I’m not asking for too much but I just really love your writing! Could I possibly request a Dick Grayson x reader with the prompts 7, 23 from the prompt list #1? Thank you sm<3

DEATH STOLE MY LOVER

pairing. dick grayson x fem!reader [titans!verse]

prompts used. “sometimes giving up is easier my love”, “I’m tired” “its okay, rest, it’ll be fine. We’ll be okay.”

warnings. language, threats, mc death, slade wilson, angst

"Let her go!" Jason screamed, the poor boy was in so much pain but he was still fighting. He may not be close to Dick but he sure as hell cared about you, for everytime you defended him.

You had been with Jason when he got kidnapped, and Wilson realised that he could use you to hurt Dick.

Deathstroke was turned around to face Jason, he pulled a gun out and shot you in the leg. The bullet went straight through your leg, but you were too tired to care about it. You felt nothing, you took all the beating, Slade realised how it hurt Jason more when you got hurt than any physical pain he'd experience.

"Pathetic" he looked over at you.

You felt disgusting, drenched in your own blood, cuts and ugly bruises everywhere, bullet wounds in places, your shirt torn and soaked in blood.

You knew that the only thing that would come from today was death, you understood that now. But death was better than watching anything happen to Jason, you'd grown attached to the boy, viewing him as a younger brother, he saw you as a big sister or a mother sometimes.

So you were glad to take the beating.

—

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but when you woke up Slade wasn't there, you looked up. Jason was still there, "You alright there J?"

"Am I alright? are you?"

"Eh, could be better" you tried getting a smile from him but failed

"Don't you die okay?" You heard the crack in Jason's voice at the thought of you dying "don't leave me here, I won't make it without you"

That's when you heard it, a couple of gunshots.

"They're here" Jason, he turned to smile at you "Told you they'd come for us"

"Sure did kid."

The black covering moved up to reveal you and Jason, you smiled when you saw Dick, but that went away quickly when you realised he was here to sacrifice himself for you, Jason and Rose.

Slade went to press the button that would release you and Jason to fall to your deaths, but he was caught off guard when Kori showed up and sent fire his way.

You weren't sure when but a helicopter found its way to the fight going on inside, and Jason took the opportunity to try and break free.

You tried to help by copying his movements.

One moment Dick and Kori were fighting Deathstroke and the next he was pressing the button, it happened in a blur.

"No!" you faintly heard Dick's voice, and then, Dick made it to grab Jason's hand, and Jason grabbed yours. He slipped, his hand slipped straight out.

You were falling, and with whatever strength you had left you pulled so that he was on top of you. You hoped it would protect him from some of the damage and pain.

He knew what you were doing "No, no please" Everything was happening so fast. You smiled at him, "I'm sorry"

Halfway to the ground, you felt another pair of arms secure around the both of you.

Whoever it was jumped onto a car, you felt a crack.

Your back was broken...

"Who the fuck are you?" you hoarse breath, snapped Jason out of his trance.

You blacked out again.

For a few seconds, but enough for Jason to carry into a darker place, to check on you.

"Where is she?!" your boyfriends voice echoed

"Over here! Dick!"

Dick caught sight of Jason and you on the concrete, you were bleeding out.

"Babe?" He was next to you in a second.

"Hey there handsome" you choked on your blood, the adrenaline and need to protect Jason kept the pain away.

"hey," Jason's broken voice made you peel your eyes away from the former Robin to the current one. He was crying, tears streaming down his blood stained face.

"Hi Jaybird" you could barely breathe, but you had to show him he wasn't alone. Even if you weren't around to make sure he wouldn't be.

"You promised"

“Sometimes giving up is easier, love” You reached for his hand which he gladly gave. "I love you okay, you're never alone"

"But I need you"

"You'll always have me, love" once last smile

You turned to Dick, "We gotta get you to a hospital-"

"No time Dickie"

"But-"

He tried to keep his breathing even, but the thought of losing you made his heartbreak. "Protect him, okay?"

"You can do it" his voice quivered "c'mon, please"

"Dickie, please keep him safe" you choked on you blood "I love you Dick Grayson"

You caught sight of Kori, you smiled at her, “I’m tired”

“It’s okay, rest. it’ll be fine, we’ll be okay” she reassured you

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[luveline]

could i request some dad!sirius domesticity? thank you baby

thank you for your request I love writing stuff like this!

"Are you tired, darling?" Sirius asks quietly. 

You turn, your youngest cradled in your arms. She fusses in the pram and won't sleep unless you're holding her and the crying always breaks your heart. She's heavy but not unmanageable, only a few months old. 

Sirius pushes her pram, your other daughter's hand tight in his. 

You're about halfway through a, "No, I'm okay," when you realise he's not talking to you. 

"I'm okay, daddy." 

"Are you sure?" he asks patiently. 

She has to think about it for a few seconds, her little feet covered in sand, hair damp like her father's from the sea.

You watch, eyes creased in affection as she reaches her arms into the air. Sirius bends and slots his arm between her small legs, pulling her up into his chest deftly. Her head lands in the juncture of his neck, innocent little face pressed in stark contrast against a tattoo. She wraps her arms over his shoulders. 

Sirius' eyes close and he pats her back gently. "Poor girl. We'll bring your buggy tomorrow." 

"I'm too big," she whispers. 

"You're not too big," he says, grabbing the pram and starting to walk again. "You're my little girl." 

"I'm big!" 

"Says who?" 

"Mammy says I'm big all the time."

Sirius throws a halfhearted glare your way, though he can't maintain it when he sees the youngest asleep in the curve of your arm. "Your mam is lying. You're my baby," he says into her hair. 

She grumbles but Sirius is a practiced hand, patting and rubbing her back in intervals until she drops off. 

You slow to his speed, walking with him side by side. 

"What about you, darling?" 

"I'm okay," you say, happy to be treated with the same protective care. 

"You don't wanna put her back in her pram?" he asks worriedly. "You've carried her for hours." 

"You really shouldn't tell her I'm lying," you say instead of answering, ignoring the ache in your arms. Hours is dramatic, though you have carried her for a while.

"You do lie to her. You once told her the ice cream van only plays music when they've run out of lollies." 

You flush with a guilty heat. "I didn't have any money in the house, Siri." 

"I know, my love, I remember. You felt so bad you had heartburn and made me take her to Tesco's at eight in the evening." 

"Her sad little face," you recall in a murmur. 

"For the record," he starts, his flirting drawl that you know well, "I want badly to give you a kiss. Forgive me for abstaining," he says, fingers moving from your daughters back in emphasis. 

You grin like a fool and crane your neck up high, holding the baby carefully to your chest. Sirius smiles in return as you press a chaste, smooth kiss to his lips. One, then a second as you pull away and he follows. 

You're feeling giddy with contentment as you settle back into step with him, a comfortable silence filled only by the sound of the crashing waves at your back and the caw of gulls flying above.

"Are you tired?" you ask eventually. The oldest is much heavier than a baby, and he's been pushing the empty pram for half the day without complaint. He must be.

"Knackered. Think you could carry me back to the van, too?" he asks. 

"Maybe. I've got some proper muscles these days," you brag. 

"I know you do. S'what happens when you carry the world in your hands every day." 

"Two worlds," you correct. 

"Three, I'd hope." 

"You're my whole world, Black," you agree, just as the baby begins to rouse. You shush her gently, tap tap tapping her tiny back. "Come on, sweetheart." 

It doesn't work. You've half the charm and none of the technique that Sirius does, to your everlasting chagrin, and she won't go back down now she's up. 

"She just wants to see you," he says, nodding at the baby's wide eyes. 

She's not crying, only looking. You both stop and he inclines his head against yours, the two of you gazing down at her bright eyes and parted lips, completely in love.

[lovelybarnes]

get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

-

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

-

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

-

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

[quinncupine]

May I request Alpha Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki (seperate) always protecting their Omega reader? How would they react if another alpha tried to claim the omega? Likee hmm say for example the two are walking on the street then another alpha just jumps in and talks about like how attractive reader's scent is and stuff! It is alright if youre not comfortable with writing with this many characters, this ABO au, or this idea in general!

Notes: Hi Anon! I’m so sorry this took longer than expected to do! I promise I didn’t forget you! I don’t really know much about the ABO au so I had to do a bit of research first. I’m not really sure if I landed it though, but I did have fun writing it! It’s always fun to try out something new, so I do hope you enjoy it! I also tried to keep it gender-neutral.

Warnings: Language, mild violence, slight blood, possessive behavior, Alpha-Omega au, drinking-drunken behavior

Word Count: ~2.7K

Wanna request something?

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BAKUGO

Katsuki is the definition of aggressive. It's no surprise he'd be just as aggressive as an Alpha, especially when it came to you. Your mere presence was enough to send him into ultra possessive protective mode.

The two of you were heading back to your shared apartment after one of your weekly date nights. Since he was a pro hero, he didn't often have much free time, so he set aside a specific night each week, just for you. He wasn't the best at showing his love through words, so his actions more than made up for the fact.

A muscled arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked through the deserted street. The ground seemed to be swaying a bit, or that might've just been you. One drink too many could do that. Katsuki warned you not to drink so much, but you didn't listen and as much as he complained that he wouldn't carry you home, he still held most of your body weight up by a single firm hand.

"I love you," you cooed, dropping your head into his shoulder with a smile.

His hand tightened around you and a cocky grin spread across his face. "I know."

With a slight pout, you huffed, "say it back."

The tiniest roll of his eyes before he grabbed your chin with his free hand and tilted it up so he could look into your eyes. You were about to question him but his lips silenced you with a deep kiss. "You know I do." He tried to sound annoyed, but you could see straight through it.

He wouldn't be caught dead being this sentimental with you if anyone else was nearby, especially if another Alpha was near. To him, acting like that opened someone up for weakness, and with you on the line, he would never allow that. But since it was just the two of you alone, he allowed himself to show just a slight bit of passion. These little moments were reserved solely for you.

Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you let out a heavy sigh with sleepy eyes. The peaceful night air had a bit of a chill to it, but that was nothing compared to the heavenly warmth radiating from his body. That was until you felt his whole person stiffen.

Confused, you looked up. Then the smell hit you. Another Alpha's scent. Even in your hazy state, it smelled overwhelming, intentional…and all-too aggressive. It literally smelled like trouble. You'd had trouble in the past with other Alpha's coming on way too strong, which was one of the reasons why you were so grateful to have found Katsuki. He doesn't put up with any bullshit and isn't afraid to fight others off.

Katsuki's nails dug into your waist, his feet abruptly coming to a stop. Jaw clenched so hard, teeth nearly cracking from the pressure. Ruby-red eyes narrowed into deadly slits. A vicious snarl itching to see some action. It was a sight you were used to seeing from him. Criminals and heroes alike tried to avoid that exact look he was wearing right now.

Plenty of Alpha's had tried to come onto you in the past, but none have been so bold as to outright try to challenge Katsuki, especially in the dead of night on some deserted street. The moment they got a whiff of that dangerous heady scent, dripping with aggression and possessiveness, they immediately backed off. He didn't know the meaning of mercy.

When you turned your head to pinpoint the source of the scent, he twisted around first, swinging you to his back in one easy motion. The street looked empty from where you poked your head around his arm.

"Get lost fuckwad," he growled, "or die."

The shadows shifted and a man clad in loose black clothes that blended into the darkness so well you were having a hard time keeping your eyes on him. It was only when he stepped into the glow of a streetlamp from a block away did you finally see him clearly. He casually crossed his arms behind his head. A way of showing Katsuki that he wasn't threatened in the slightest. Even a full block away the poignant smell of him invaded your nose.

"What a temper on this one," he purred with a sultry charm guised to disarm, a complete contradiction of his hostile scent. "You know babe, you'd be much better off with me."

"Don't fucking talk to them," Katsuki snapped, fingers digging into the fabric covering your arm. "Or I'll kill you."

"It's not worth it," you tugged on his jacket a bit. "Let's just go."

Even as you said it, you knew it was pointless. Katsuki never backs down from a fight. Violence is ingrained in his DNA.

"Gonna take orders from an Omega? At least I know how to keep them in place, like a real Alpha," he smirked, crossing the street. A deep growl rumbled in Katsuki's chest, but the other Alpha ignored it. "Can't you smell it? I could smell their scent three blocks away."

You were on suppressants but alcohol is notorious for diluting their effect and of course, you had to show him up and drink more than him tonight. Was your scent out of control? You didn't think so and Katsuki hadn't said anything about it all night. You couldn't smell it, but if that Alpha had followed you all this way, it must've been strong.

As the Alpha drew closer, you realized just how bulky the man was. He stood taller than Katsuki by almost a foot and that grin stitched into his face was making you nervous. The whole situation was stressing you out so much Katsuki could most likely smell it comes off you in waves. His bright vermillion eyes found yours and he huffed. That instinct to protect was warring with his compulsion for reckless abandon. Before he could say anything, the Alpha made the first move.

With a snap of his teeth, the burly man took off towards Katsuki and Katsuki didn't waste a second. He pushed you back and charged. The two met in a head-on collision. A bright explosion lit up the darkened street with an echoing boom. When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Katsuki stood over his opponent, an angry snarl spilling from his grinning face as he smashed his foot into the Alpha's singed back. What was the phrase? All bark and no bite.

Once he was sure the Alpha was down for the count, he trudged over to you. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away. After a few minutes, he deemed it far enough and stopped to pull you into his chest, resting his chin on your head.

"The nerve of these assholes," he muttered, eyes still glaring at the soft shadows surrounding them. He wouldn't feel better until you were back home, under his watchful eye. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you mumbled into his shirt, closing your eyes with a relieved sigh. "I'm always fine when I'm with you."

MIDORIYA

Izuku isn't a typical Alpha. His demeanor is usually quiet and kind so it always surprised most people to find out he was one. Only making sense when he went into battle mode. The sheer ferocity this guy displays while fighting is one of the most intense things anyone will experience. R.I.P any brave soul that decides to challenge him. He gives it his all, especially if it means protecting someone under his care; namely you.

After leaving the theater (yes, Izuku drags you to each new All Might Movie premier, and no, you don't have a choice in the matter) you lean into him, listening to him gush about every detail the movie had gotten right or horribly wrong. This man was a serious fanboy. His voice was soothing to hear to so you could listen to him prattle on forever if you had your way.

The two of you had almost made it to the car when someone stumbled into you. If Izuku hadn't had his arm around your waist, you would've fallen down with the obviously drunk man. He pulled you away from the drunkard and did a quick check to make sure you weren't hurt before turning his attention to the man. "Hey, are you alright buddy?"

"Dammit!" the man groaned as he crawled back to his feet, swaying from side to side once he made it up. "Watch where you're goin'," he slurred out, lips having a hard time forming the words. Then he sniffed and blinked a few times, focusing on you. "Mmm, you smell good."

Izuku stiffened, subtly stepping in front of you, eyes narrowed. "Your drunk, it's time you went home."

"What's a lovely thing like you doing out so late?" he ignored Izuku entirely, puffing out his chest with a sleazy grin. That's when the scent hit you. Strong, mixed with the smell of alcohol. It made your nose wrinkle in disgust. "Come here doll, I can take good care of ya."

A low rumble vibrated deep within Izuku's chest. A warning. A threat. Most sensible Alpha's would've taken the cue, but this guy was far from anything resembling sense. Izuku is, for the most part, a rational Alpha, but when the drunkard stepped closer to touch you, he lost it.

It was so quick, you almost missed it. Izuku snatched the grimy hand, twisted it which in turn forced the man to twist as well, and sent him flying with a powerful kick to the rear. He kicked him so hard the Alpha flew halfway across the parking lot, landing in a small puddle with a loud splash. It took a moment for him to roll over, body still trying to process what just happened before finally falling back into the puddle with a long-winded groan.

Izuku stood rigid, eyes locked on the Alpha who had curled in on himself. He gnashed his teeth a few times trying to even out his huffy breaths. Small sparks of green electricity quietly crackled off his skin.

"Izuku?" you grabbed one of his fisted hands and pulled it close.

He looked down at you, still trying to calm his racing heart. Izuku didn't like to get like this in front of you and that in itself was making him more upset. But a part of him loved the fact that he could protect you so easily and that you took comfort in that fact.

The Alpha, apparently too drunk to remember what just happened, rolled out of the puddle and back to his feet. His back was dripping wet, but he didn't even seem to notice as he staggered off into the night.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, finally turning to you.

You wrapped your arms around his muscly frame, fingertips just barely meeting on his back. "What're you sorry for? You protected me, didn't you?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Pride swelled in his chest. A slight tinge rushed to his cheeks so he tucked his face into your neck, nuzzling his nose deep into the crook. Your scent was always so calming and he stayed like that for a minute until he remembered you were both still standing outside the car. "Let's go home."

TODOROKI

Shoto is a strong silent Alpha. He's probably the calmest of the three, but that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to kick anyone's ass if they dare mess with you. He's mastered the evil eye glare and combined with his natural Alpha aura, most steer clear.

You had decided to take a day trip to the next prefecture over to see your friends and had asked Shoto to pick you up from the train station. So, there he was, standing on the platform, umbrella in hand as the rain came down in a steady, freezing pour.

When the train finally pulled in, he scanned the cars until he saw you step out. Even in the heavy rain, he could pick up your scent and it was screaming distress. It confused him until he saw why…or rather smelled why. Stepping out behind you was a lanky man, mere inches from your back. His grinning face was bent next to yours as he talked with you, well more like at you. Large hands ghosted over your hair, taking in heavy whiffs of you. A grimace stuck on your face as you did everything in your power to ignore him, but trying to ignore an Alpha was like trying to ignore a blowhorn to the face. Loud, obnoxious, and completely overwhelming. The longer you ignored him, the more irritated he grew.

Shoto snapped the umbrella closed so hard he almost broke it. He no longer cared about getting wet and used the tip to wedge himself between the crowd of people. The hair on his neck stood on end. The rain on his right side froze the minute it touched his skin while on his left, it turned to steam. He tried to suppress that ball of rage building in the back of his throat, only for an aggravated growl to escape. Anyone who managed to catch his wrathful gaze quickly jumped out of his warpath.

The Alpha placed his hand on your shoulder and that was the final straw. You turned to swat him off, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you right up against him, dark eyes narrowed, teeth bared. Panic took over as you struggled to free yourself from his too-tight grip.

An umbrella came out of nowhere, whacking the Alpha right in the nose. He let go of your wrist with a startled yelp, stumbling back a few feet.

Shoto suddenly materialized between the two of you. You'd been so distracted that you didn't even realize you could smell Shoto's scent. But now that he was up close, it was all you could smell. Strong, powerful, and…furious.

"What the fu-AAAH!" With a scream, he toppled over. Both legs were frozen together in a thick column of ice. He hit the ground hard, head smacking on the wet concrete.

Shoto towered over him, shooting that perfected evil eye, face masked in shadows. "Next time," he growled, voice low and terrifyingly calm, "I'd advise not to touch people without their permission." Crouching next to his head, he glanced down at his left hand where a small flame erupted, and despite the pouring rain, only seemed to grow brighter. "Or you might get burned."

The man wisely stilled, eyes wide. "I didn't know they already had a mate dude, I swear."

"Regardless, don't ever let me catch you treating someone like that again," he snapped his hand closed, extinguishing the flame. "Is that understood?"

The threat was heard loud and clear but the Alpha glanced at you and Shoto grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze back to him. "Don't ever look at them again."

A nod and Shoto threw his face to the side, standing up. Taking a moment to compose himself again, he turned to you, hunched in on yourself, looking slightly embarrassed. Too many people were staring because Shoto had made a scene. He could care less about what other people thought. Someone had messed with you and he had to make it right.

Holding a hand out, you accepted it and he ushered you away. The both of you were soaking wet but he still opened the umbrella again, shielding you from the rain. Once you were far enough away from the station and other people, he stopped to inspect you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, looking for any obvious signs or lingering scent marks.

"No, I'm fine." You hugged yourself, not sure if you were shivering from the cold wet or from that creep, possibly both.

With a frown, he pulled you in close. His left side immediately warmed you up and you buried your head as far as you could into his chest, that familiar, safe scent surrounding you. "Thanks, Sho."

That intense anger was slowly ebbing away the longer you held onto him. That need to protect, to comfort taking its place.  You alone were the only thing that seemed to be able to calm him down when he was so worked up. Wrapping his free arm around you, tucking you in as tightly as possible, he kissed the top of your head. "You know I'd do anything for you."

[obiwanobi]

Catch me thinking about sith Anakin who got in a fight w/ Palps (did Palps cross a line? Did Anakin decide he had nothing to lose? Idk), barely managed to win and is now seriously hurting and a little freaked out winding up outside Obi-wan's quarters and Obi-wan doesn't have time to draw his saber let alone figure out how a sith lord managed to get so far into the jedi temple unnoticed and Force is that blood? before Anakin's passing out with only a murmered request for help.

LISTEN you can’t keep sending me perfect prompts, how do you know I can’t resist bloody men on their knees begging for salvation, how do you know me so well??? anyway here’s 2.3k of always-a-sith!Anakin who could have been the new ruler of the empire but said ‘no thanks, this is too much responsibility, I would like to be pampered by my favourite jedi now’ (with a bit of Ahsoka as Obi-Wan’s padawan!)

 He didn’t mean to kill him.

Well, not at first.

He didn’t mean to kill Sidious, but pulling his lightsaber from his lifeless corpse only felt like complete satisfaction. A weight on his shoulders he didn't know he carried disappeared, letting him stand up above the body of his master— former master, and gaze upon what was left of him. A shapeless form on the ground. A dark cape around an old man playing at being a god. A begging mess of futile promises when he realised it was the end for him.  

As mindless fury leaves him, his ragged breathing slows down and his fist unclenches around his saber. Sidious is dead. Now that the adrenaline rush is gone, his knees start shaking. His Master is dead. His face is wet with sweat and blood and tears. Dead and now Anakin has no one.

And then...  And then fear.

"You know," Ahsoka groans as the water starts boiling, "I don't understand how you got your reputation of Cool Jedi Master. Other padawans think I'm lying when I tell them you wear the ugliest slippers at home and gets excited by new tisanes."

"You gifted me those slippers."

"As a joke. And you still wear them."

"I'm not going to throw away perfectly good slippers." Obi-Wan wiggles his toes under the red and yellow fuzzy monstrosities, just to see his padawan rolls her eyes. "And they're really comfortable."

"So you're just going to stay there, then? Your whole battalion is out celebrating our first day of leave since forever, but you prefer to drink your tea alone and go to bed at 22:00?"

"No one wants an authority figure around when they're letting loose and celebrating, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan says, pouring hot water in his cup. He raises the kettle towards his padawan as a question, to which she shakes her head. "I thought you would be happy to see me putting sleep before work for once."

"I am, Master, but I thought it could be..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hilt of her sabers. For once, she looks like a typical padawan, just like he was at her age, dying to enjoy one night away from the temple and any kind of responsibilities.

"It's alright my dear," he sighs, "you can join them if you want."

Ahsoka suddenly perks up. "I can?"

"If you're old enough to be sent to the front, I think you can handle yourself for one night on Coruscant."

"Thank you Master! I promise I'll be careful and not come back too late!"

"You do that, and-- wait, Ahsoka," he adds as she's already halfway through the door, "make sure to stay around Cody! And no alcohol of any kind! And don't lose your lightsaber at sabacc again!"

"That was you!" she yells from the end of the corridor, "don't worry, I'll be fine! Don't wait for me to go to bed! Goodnight Master!"

Obi-Wan smiles, blowing on his cup. He already sent a message to Cody earlier to keep an eye on her, so he knows she's in good hands.

He has his herbal tea, his ugly slippers, no reports to read or write, and no immediate Separatist menace to plan for. For once, a perfectly good night to catch up on sleep and meditation.

So, of course, something has to be wrong.

The Force is bright. The Force is lighter than it has ever been for the past few years.

And Obi-Wan can't understand why.  

It's not just him that can feel it: Ahsoka has acted chipper since, more like the teenager she is, laughing with the clones and playfully teasing him the whole fly back to Coruscant. The temple has felt livelier than ever when they arrived, Jedi from all ages going about their day with a new spring in their step, greeting each other warmly in the corridors. Even Master Yoda has taken a few minutes during their Council meeting to note the shift in the Force. No Master could pinpoint the origin of this change, but all agreed that something good happened somewhere in the galaxy, and they were just feeling ripples of the effect in the Force.

Still now, the whole temple feels a bit more like it used to, before the war, and all Jedi are a bit happier without knowing why.

Only Obi-Wan feels like a noose tightening around him. Whatever it is, it's slowing making its way around his presence in the Force. Focusing on him and him alone. Doesn't matter how much Obi-Wan tries to hide himself, it's getting closer and never slowing down or losing interest.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.

But after almost three years of war, sullen faces and grim expressions, he doesn't feel like dampening the sudden good mood around the Temple just with a few words. He can probably deal with whatever it is by himself.

His tisane is cold when he finally emerges from his meditation. Nothing is clearer than when he started: the Force is deaf to his questions and inquiries, still light as a breeze. An airy unconcern for his restlessness. And yet, a thick pressure still looms around him, getting heavier each passing second now.

His fingers start pulling on his collar.

The clock on the wall indicates that he lied to Ahsoka when he said he was going to bed at a respectable time today. No diurnal Jedi would still be up right now, but he still considers going out to knock at Mace's door. Narrowed eyes and a very long sigh will be his first answer, but Obi-Wan knows that Mace would never refuse to hear him out. Yes, he finally decides when the pressure seems to creep even closer to him, it's worth waking up Mace.

He opens his door, wondering if he should take his robe with him, and instantly stops walking.

There, in the empty corridor of the Jedi Temple, at his door and on his knees, is a Sith. He knows it's a Sith only because he recognises this specific mass of hair, the large shoulders, the dishevelled dark robe. He knows it's a Sith because he has crossed path with this one enough times on the battlefield to recognise him anywhere. Outside of it a few times too. He isn't sure it's a Sith when the Sith raises his head up, bloody and bruised face torn in an agonizing expression, and his eyes are blue.

"I— I didn't know where to go," Darth Vader says quietly, with the kind of voice expected from a lost child. It gives Obi-Wan a second shock to hear his voice, making his presence suddenly real. "You said... You said if I ever wanted to, if I needed help one day, you would— I could—"

Obi-Wan remembers it. He remembers all the times he offered his help. His pleas for him to stop the violence, the appeals to reason, the multiple suggestions of a gentler path. His hand continuously outreached but never taken. He remembers the burning gold of the Sith's eyes too, and his black cape floating above the dead clones at his feet.

His laughter the first time Obi-Wan brought up the idea of lowering their blades and talking around a cup of tea. His sneer the third time Obi-Wan tried to change his misconceptions about the Jedi Order and play-flirt with him in the same breath. The silence the fifth time Obi-Wan asked him his name, his real name, the one a parent gave him.

The tears the last time he gave it to him.

"And you're always trying to save me," Vader adds more forcefully now, like the words anger him, "you're always here, showing up almost every time I'm sent somewhere with your stupid smile and stupid words, and you're always nice, and... and teasing, and disappointed when I kill someone, like you expect me to be better, and I don't understand you, but..."

Vader raises his hand towards him, and it's only this sudden move that shakes Obi-Wan out of his stupor. Before the Sith can touch his leg, Obi-Wan calls his lightsaber to him, ignites it in one fluid motion, half-expecting Vader to be up and swaying his saber in his face by now. But the Sith is still on his knees, and it's only now that the blue light of his blade is above him that Obi-Wan realises the state he's in. His face isn't the only thing bruised and battered: his dark tunic is stained with blood and ripped in more than one place, one of his arms is bent in an unnatural way, and it looks like a cut above his hairline is still bleeding, making his curls stick to his face in a mess of wet hair and burned skin.

"Vader," Obi-Wan says slowly, when his thoughts finally regain a semblance of coherence. A rapid investigation through the Force assures him that no other enemy is around and the calm and quiet of the night in the Temple isn't a prequel for a storm. "How did you get in here? What are you doing here? How—"

Vader's hand, stuck in the space between them, reaches once again for Obi-Wan. Foolishly, Obi-Wan lets him. His fingers twist themselves in the fabric of his pants.

"He made me killed them all.” Vader wobbles on his knees for a second, the hand on Obi-Wan's leg gripping it tighter. “No platoons, no battle droids. Just me. He sent me to the power station and I cut through them so easily, so quickly, they didn't even fight back, and I didn't think that..." he trails off, panting. "Until.... until I saw the electro-whips." 

"Are you talking about Naphtla?" he asks when Vader doesn't seem to be able to continue.

Naphtla. Outer Rim. Barely on the Republic radar until this afternoon, when nearby troops answered a distress signal and found a hidden Separatist power station operated by slaves. A third of them were dead, killed only a few hours before, and the survivors turned to the Republic for immediate support. Slaughtered like animals, the rescue team reported to the Council only a few hours ago, by one single man wielding a red lightsaber. According to witnesses, the darksider cut through the slaves like bantha butter, killing everyone in his path without discrimination, until he stopped for no apparent reason and abruptly left.

"You were the one who killed the people at the station there," Obi-Wan realises out loud, horrified, "the slaves from Zygerria."

Vader snaps his head up and his fingers tighten painfully around Obi-Wan's knee. "I DIDN'T KNOW!"

All Obi-Wan's senses and logical thoughts urge him to back out, put an end to this nonsensical charade, raise his lightsaber between them, get away from the dark, hungry void Vader generates in the Force.

But his eyes are looking up to him. Gripping his gaze with the same intensity as his hand on his leg. Bloodied face and pleading, on his knees. Full of tears.

Obi-Wan doesn't push Vader's hand away.

"I didn't know they were slaves, I didn't!"

"Vader."

"He never said! He sent me without telling him, he knows I don't—" A small noise sounding suspiciously like a sob swallows the rest of his words.

"Vader, who sent—"

"When I came back," he tries again, quieter. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to ask about this he, but Vader's head lolls for a second, too heavy to support, before butting gently against Obi-Wan's leg. Vader makes no effort to move, content to stay there, and after a second, a small, almost timid nuzzle against his thigh sends a series of shivers through Obi-Wan's spine. It shuts him up instantly. "When I came back, he looked at me for so, so long, before saying that he knew, he knew I was going to fail, that I was... just like them after all, and that I could never... And I was so mad, so angry at him, so I... I..."

The last words are muffled by the fabric Vader clings to. Hides into. There's blood on Obi-Wan's pants now.

"What have you done, Vader?" Obi-Wan asks, softer than he intended. "Vader," he asks again when no reply comes, without success. The hand not holding his lightsaber moves, hesitates for a moment, then settles lightly on Vader's hair, mindful not to touch any open wounds. His fingers nudge him to tip his head back, gently, carefully, and settle on his cheek to hold his face up, looking at him. "Anakin." His name, his true name, makes him blink a few times. "Anakin, what have you done?"

"I killed him," he finally admits, barely audible. He looks exhausted, more like a child in need of rest than ever.

"Who did you kill?"

"My master."

"Dooku? You killed Dooku?"

"No," Vader— Anakin frowns, like Obi-Wan should know better. "Sidious."

It's a bit much to process in one day. Another Sith Lord, Vader's master, concealed and kept a secret, now dead, killed by his apprentice —and does that make Vader the ruling Sith Lord now? Do Sith have rulers?— the lightness in the Force the same day, a half-dead Vader begging for help in the middle of the night in the Jedi Temple, and all of that while Obi-Wan is still wearing his ugly slippers.

He's so glad he sent Ahsoka away for the night.

Anakin doesn't let him time to feel the migraine coming.

"I can't do it, I can't be my master, I can't— and Dooku hates me, he will never help me, even if I let him have it all, he will never..." Vader seems to run out of steam, and lets his eyes close as his head falls once again against Obi-Wan's thigh. Closer. "You said you could help me. You said I could come to you at any time. You said you would always be there if I didn't want to... do this, anymore."

"I did," Obi-Wan assures him, his hand lightly petting his hair again.

Anakin lets out a long breath. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Obi-Wan's pants, loosen, and tighten again.

"You're the only one I trust," the Sith quietly tells the Jedi, and it's the saddest thing Obi-Wan has ever heard.

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[jikyuz]

best teacher ever ✰ c. hyunsuk (m)

✦ pairing: slight dom!hyunsuk x gn!reader ✦ watch out for: making out, praise, innocent!reader ✦ words: 2.1k ✦ a/n: this was actually really fun to write ;-; i hope i did your request justice and that you like it sweetheart !! feedback is always appreciated as always !! ✦ listen to while reading: slow down by chase atlantic

The soft blanket was snug around your figure, almost lulling you into sleep but you fought against it. The night was young, it was right after sunset and the thought of missing out on quality time with Hyunsuk made you frown.

The date had been set, activities planned and schedules almost cleared. Of course he had practice during the day but he had promised to be right over when he was done. It was always a mystery as to when exactly they got done but it averaged a bit after sunset so you sat staring between the show on the TV and the door, hoping just looking at it will manifest your boyfriend.

Obviously, it didn’t, but when you got a text from Hyunsuk saying he was on his way to your place and to get the movies ready, you sprung up from the couch, throwing the blanket behind you and grabbing the remote and going into Netflix. Recently you had gone through the movies and picked out a few for the date night, putting them on a watch later list. Pulling that up, you wrapped yourself in the blanket once more.

As you scrolled through the list, reading descriptions and mentally debating with yourself over which one you wanted to watch first, you heard footsteps approach your door along with the jingle of a key in the lock.

It was less than a second before you saw the familiar mess of dark hair, his padded jacket nearly making him disappear but you noticed the tint of red on the tip of Hyunsuk’s nose as he took off his shoes and the jacket, revealing another jacket underneath. While he removed that one, you stood up, making your way over to him and slipping yourself into his arms wordlessly.

Although his skin was chilly to the touch, his chest was warm so you buried your face into the fabric of his shirt, smiling when you felt his hands rest on your back. His fingers rubbed your muscles and you signed in satisfaction, enjoying the jolt of electricity that passed through your limbs.

“I missed you, baby.” Hyunsuk’s voice was quiet and if you weren’t right there you were sure you wouldn’t hear it.

“I missed you more, Hyunsuk.” Pulling away just enough to see his face, you giggled at the way the tip of his nose was bright red as well as the tips of his ears. Leaning forward, you kissed his nose, muttering a soft, “cute” as you did it.

Instead of saying anything, Hyunsuk’s hands pressed on your back, guiding you towards him until you felt your hips bump into his. You gasped, your arms wrapping around his neck while you smiled at your boyfriend. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, his nose rubbing against yours before he leaned in, closing the small gap between your mouths.

At first the kiss was languid and soft, just the press of lips together until Hyunsuk tilted his head even more. The feeling of his lips parting slightly and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip had you pulling away, a surprised noise falling from you as you stared at Hyunsuk wide eyed.

Just the thought of him wanting to take the kiss further had your body heating up. Of course you wanted the same thing, you wanted to open your mouth and take another step in your relationship but there was one problem, you had little to no experience with making out with someone. The furthest you had gone was accidentally brushing your tongue with your ex while you were kissing but nothing else came of it, you had stopped immediately and nearly ran back home.

Hyunsuk didn’t hide the mix of confusion and disappointment on his face. He would never force you into something you didn’t want to do but he had hoped soon he would be able to take your skinship to another level.

“Uh, let’s start the first movie, I already picked it out.” You turned away from your boyfriend, mentally cursing yourself for pulling away when in reality you wanted the exact same thing as Hyunsuk.

“Of course.” Hyunsuk let go of your hand when you tried to guide him to the couch and you were about to start apologizing but you watched as he dug into the pocket of his jacket. The smile from before appeared again as he pulled out a few bags of candy along with some microwave popcorn.

“I brought snacks! I figured we could have some now and later make the popcorn.” His familiar cheery tone was back and you hoped he wasn’t still thinking about the awkward moment just seconds before. If he was there was no indication of it, his smile making your heart speed up just a bit.

Nodding, you fell back onto the couch, arms open and waiting for your boyfriend to join you. “Sounds good, now come here I need my cuddle buddy.”

As Hyunsuk set the food on the coffee table, he feigned hurt, one hand on his chest while the other was placed delicately on his hip. He raised his eyebrows, fighting the laugh that bubbled up. “Is that all I am to you? Someone to cuddle?”

Although he said that, he still sat next to you, opening his arms and awaiting for you to crawl into them and make yourself comfortable. Cuddling with Hyunsuk was your favorite pastime not only because he was really warm but also because of the small kisses he would plant on your head as you laid there.

���Nah you’re good at other stuff too,” you started, settling yourself in Hyunsuk’s arms. He moved to lay down on the couch, your ear pressed against his chest and you felt satisfied hearing the way his heartbeat sped up as you snuggled into him. “But your cuddles are the best.”

Silence fell over you as you pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with a black screen before opening to a million colors. You picked an animated movie for the first one, wanting to ease Hyunsuk into the scarier ones that were for later in the night.

It was only halfway through the movie when you felt it. One of your hands was resting on Hyunsuk’s chest, your fingertip softly drawing circles on his skin. One of his hands was stroking your back, right along your spine which caused a road of goosebumps to appear on your arm.

Although it was supposed to be an innocent gesture you felt your body heat up, a small fire ignited in your stomach when you looked up at Hyunsuk and saw the way his hair was slightly messy, eyes focused on the movie while his mouth hung open slightly. You were brought back to earlier in the night, the way his soft lips glided over yours. The searing desire to take it further not enough to interfere with your fear of not being good.

“Everything okay, baby?” You were snapped out of your thoughts when Hyunsuk turned his head to look at you, eyebrows raised in worry. “You spaced out there for a second.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just…” You trailed off, thinking of ways to tell Hyunsuk you wanted to make out without actually saying it. As you paused, Hyunsuk started to sit up, moving your legs so they were over his lap. His arm was still around your back while the other rested on your knee, encouraging you to keep going.

Instead of going on, you decided to swallow your fears. Quickly you moved one of your knees over so you were straddling Hyunsuk’s lap, your legs on either side of his. The way his mouth fell open made you smile, loving how you could tell how much you affected him. It was never a secret, but it made you feel better that you didn’t have to guess what he was feeling.

You leaned forward, pressing your mouth to Hyunsuk’s and nearly smirking at the gasp that fell from his lips. You kissed him once, pulling away to leave just an inch between you before going back in for another. It was quick and soft, nothing like what he had done earlier but you had no idea where to start.

“Baby,” Hyunsuk’s hands were on your waist, his feather light touch just enough to let you know they were there. “Is this because of earlier? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I got carried away, I’m sorry.” As he started talking you shook your head, not wanting him to apologize for your own fear.

“No, I want to… make out with you but,” You trailed off, looking anywhere but Hyunsuk’s face. The thought of making a complete fool of yourself flew through your head but if you were going to advance your relationship with Hyunsuk, you had to tell him eventually so you took a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest. “I just have no experience with making out with someone and I’m scared I won’t be good at it.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hyunsuk smile, his thumbs rubbing small circles in your skin of your hips as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “You’re so cute, baby.”

One of his hands moved to your chin, moving your head so you would look at him. Although he was smiling, his eyes were serious and held a hint of something darker, something that made the fire in your stomach to get bigger.

“It’s okay that you don’t have any experience, I’ll teach you then.” Your boyfriend shrugged, his smile turning more into a smirk. “I’m just glad you pulled away earlier for that reason and not because you didn’t want to kiss me.” He laughed lightly before he leaned closer to you.

“Do you want to learn now, baby?” His tone was encouraging, the hint of desire in his voice and you felt your legs almost turn to jelly with the way he was looking at you. When you nodded your head, Hyunsuk shook his, his thumb stroking your jawline. “I need you to tell me, baby.”

“I want you to teach me. Please kiss me, Hyunsuk.” You jutted your bottom lip out, scooting closer to him and gasping when you felt his thighs under you flex.

That was enough for Hyunsuk to give in, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips just as before. There was no sense of urgency, just the sweet feeling of his mouth against yours. As he pulled away, he left only a small space between you. “Just follow my lead, baby. I’ll guide you.”

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head. Leaning in once again, Hyunsuk tilted his head and you followed, enjoying the way your mouths slotted together much better like that. It was like two puzzle pieces finding each other. That kiss was more passionate, Hyunsuk’s hands on your hips grounding you and making you feel like every nerve was alight.

This time when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip, you opened your mouth, inviting him in. An involuntary soft moan fell from your lips as your own tongue met with his. Warmth spread through you and you were sure the temperature in the room had rose as well. Hyunsuk left no area of your mouth undiscovered, the way his tongue tickled the top of your mouth making you shiver in his grasp.

Your fingers began tugging lightly at Hyunsuk’s hair, enjoying the low groans that fell from his lips when you parted for just a few seconds before diving back in. If this is what it felt like, you were upset at not reaching out earlier, loving the way Hyunsuk made you feel and the way he guided you into a whole new step in your relationship.

It seemed like a few seconds when you pulled away for good yet the movie in the background had the credits rolling. Your face heated up as you realized just how long you had been making out yet also feeling a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Wow,” Hyunsuk’s hair was disheveled from your hands, his lips slightly puffy and you were sure you probably looked similar. His face flushed as he smiled at you. “Are you sure you’re not experienced? You did so well, baby.”

You hit his chest lightly, chuckling as you leaned in to press another kiss to his lips. Instead of answering him you shrugged, your breath coming out in small bursts as you tried to tame the fire that was rising in your stomach. Surely you couldn’t get that worked up from just making out with someone but that was the power that Hyunsuk held over you.

“I guess I just have a good teacher.”