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[hiro-sama]

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[wowserb0wser]

“Tornado Wrangler”

A/N: Watched Twisters last night and I was literally drooling in the theaters for David Corenswet and Glen Powell. But Glen my boy has many fanfics written for him, not so much for David!! I am here to change that!! Was like crazy horny when writing this, I should be ashamed but I am not.

Paring: Scott x AFAB reader

Description: you work as a lab tech for one of the companies suppling the "storm par" with money and having to check that everything was going to plan. You expected the tornados to be the most interesting part while being in Oklahoma, but a certain science engineer catches your attention and you catch his. Kate’s not in this one :(

WC: 7.5k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

Warning(s): MDI!!! Scott being a meanie-weenie at first but he warms up quickly. Nervous!F!Reader, Smut ahead!!! 18+ Size kink, Dry humping, Dirty talking, Finger sucking, Oral (f receiving), Reasonable age-gap (Scott is 26, reader is 23), Pet names = baby, big girl, Kinda degrading/Not really??, Protected penetration (PinV), Slight!DomScott! + Slight!Sub!Reader!, Scott actually never shuts up during sex. MY BOY IS VOCAL🗣️

You've known Javi ever since he left the military. He was looking for grants to fund his "science project". You just happen to be working for one of the businesses that agreed to give him and his whole team equipment, his pitch was impressive and your boss sent you out to know exactly how their money was spent for this experiment. At last that's what they told you, now being in the field, it seemed more like a punishment for you. Not that you didn't like tornados - you did… but only from behind a computer screen. You were a scientist that primarily worked inside of an AC’ed lab, not the blistering heat of Oklahoma and especially with chasing tornados in person and close.

Now here. Faced with an awkward car ride with Javi to meet the whole team. It wasn't completely awkward with Javi, it's just that you haven't spent such a long time alone with him before this moment. At least he tried to make small talk.

It wasn't much further to the meet up spot. And it was clear that every other person who wanted to chase down a tornado was also meeting at the same spot as us.

Javi parks the truck next to an exact same model and makes it as the one you're in, the only difference was the tag line that separates them from each other, the other was “Scarecrow” while yours was “Lion”. That's when you looked around and saw them. They wore matching white button downs with the small label that was wrapped on your truck and the matching one next to you. It read "Storm Par". You've heard of the company, but it wasn't the company you work for, it must be another company that was lending them money.

One particular team mate stuck out from one another. He was tall - tall as in towering over everyone else in the group.

Javi was quick to get out of the car and open your door, lending you his hand to help you get out and stepping straight into loose dirt that went everywhere. You were truly out of your lab.

You follow closely behind Javi while passing through the crowd, people shouting over each other and country music blasting in every direction. You saw some people gather into a set-up booth with merch that had a specific saying, but couldn't tell what it said from your distance. All you could see was a man standing on his truck with sunglasses and a cowboy hat that covered a good portion of his face. You can hear him riling up the crowd. As you get closer to Javi’s group, you can tell who's in charge already. That person being the same tall man that caught your eyes first.

The closer to the man you pick upon what he looks like, he wears almost blacked out sunglasses and a faded blue baseball cap. His dark hair slightly peeking out the corners of his hat, his eyebrows quite hidden behind said sunglasses and a straight smile that barely showed any interest. It was such a night and day comparison to Javi and everyone else on the team as they put on their bright smiles for you as a warm welcome.

Both of you reach the "Storm Par" group of men. Javi welcomes you to the group all-whistle introducing everyone's names and where they went to school. Stopping before the tall man. Giggling to himself before introducing the man, "And this is Scott. He went to MIT-" Javi giggles again at how Scott's reaction hasn't changed. "No, no, no - He makes up for it. With his beautiful, amazing, personality!” Javi praises and justifies. The stoic deadpan faced man. Javi’s hand resting on Scott's shoulder. A quick smile flashes you clean bright teeth. He looks sharp. The clean white freshly ironed button down compared with the other "hillbilly's with a camera" more dirty and not freshly pressed shirts. Javi pats quickly on Scott's shoulder and puts his hands back down. His earbuds still in his ears, you couldn't tell if he even heard your name. Dark aviator sunglasses hid his expression. His jaw clutches down on a piece of gum.

There was an aura about Scott. Nonchalant, unfazed, calm facial expression that draws you in. His tall figure, being around 6’4ft. His arms pulled together crossed against his chest. His forearms stretching the fabric on the short sleeved buttoned shirt, his skin glistening in the hot Oklahoma sun, he was just lightly tanned. You saw how those arms were built and your eyes started trailing down his torso….

Quickly you blinked away from that thought and continued to focus on Javi's words rather than standing and practically drooling over this guy's physique that you literally just met. But you could feel Scott's eyes lingering on your face for a second longer.

After Javi finishes his mini speech he pulls you to the side. "Look, if you're too nervous about going out there then you can just wait at the motel while me and the crew go out." He offers with a sympathetic smile. You were about to accept his offer but remembered why you were out here in the first place. “No, I think I'm ready to see what our money supports." You retort back. Once hearing you, he laughs and slightly shakes his head, “You're never ready for your first tornado.".

You looked towards the group again and saw Scott and some others looking at yours and Javi’s direction. You knew what they thought. That you weren't up for a challenge, time to prove them wrong.

“So when do we head out?" You say with a smile.

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You sit in the "Tin-man" truck along with Javi and Scott, they both sit in the front seat while you were directed to specifically sit in the back. You were quick to put your seatbelt on and Javi slammed on the pedal to start on their chase. A few minutes pass. The music is barely audible and occasionally Scott said to turn either right or left. While on a straight dirt road you muster the courage to start asking questions, “So what exactly does Tornado chasing intel?". Javi once again laughs, simultaneously thinking about how to explain it as simply as possible. Scott doesn't seem to mind or acknowledge your question. Javi responses, “Okay. We start with looking at our data, thank you Scott, and see where a tornado could possibly occur." He taps on the steering wheel to focus. “What do you mean "possibly occur''?”. You expect Javi to continue answering your questions, but Scott's voice pierce the air.

“It all depends on if the seal breaks by the anvil. Warm air goes up and cold air goes down, this continues to build and some other factors that's hard to explain quickly. " He looks back at you, his blue eyes stare down at you. This was the first time seeing his face without those sunglasses and you surely weren’t disappointed. It causes your cheeks to flood with warming. Hopefully the two men didn't notice. Scott turns his head back to the laptop seated on his lap.

The laptop starts beeping, the screen showing bright colors swirling. Both men start smiling at the screen and start hyping each other up for this tornado.

This was so different from being in the lab.

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You shook in the truck's backseat, hearing Javi and Scott yelling over the roaring tornado that was getting closer by the seconds they were outside. The faint snaps of the radar planting into the ground and heavy footsteps rushing back to the truck. Scott reaches for the middle console and holds a walkie-talkie to his mouth, Javi is already putting the car in drive to get away from the approaching tornado. “Our’s is set. We're coming back! Over!” He quickly speaks into the radio and refocuses back on his laptop to see the already updating data scans.

Scott fists his hand together and cheers a little for the successful radar. Javi joins in and whoops the same. Scott's chest puffs in and out, trying to calm down the adrenaline rush that just came washing over his whole body. A big toothy smile shines, he quickly glanced behind to see if you’re sharing the same amount of enjoyment in what they accomplished. Anticipating the same range of emotions as them. This was your first tornado chase and it being so successful out the door was a great performance.

He was shocked to see you clenching the doors handle for dear life with your eyes shut. At first he thought you were hurt but then realized that you were scared of the tornado that is several hundred feet behind you, still chasing you, but from a safer distance. He snaps his fingers and quickly thinks, “Hey!” Snap. “Look at me. You are safe, we are getting out of here.” His quick words make you open your eyes and lock into his, his calm exterior puts an odd sense of ease in your nerves though you know you weren’t completely away from a dangerous tornado. Again, those dark blue eyes barrow into yours. “Okay.” You softly respond back and slowly pull your fingers away from the door handle.

Steading your hands with some deep breaths. Javi also comforts you, “That was just an E-F 3, that was easy peasey! Nothing to be scared of! We’ll be with the rest of the gang in a few minutes.” He smiles in the reflection in the rear view mirror, still focusing on the road ahead of him. You just nod along and breathe deep. Scott watches you for a little long to make sure you don’t work yourself into a panic attack, partially because he really doesn’t want to deal with a stranger going crazy but because a small part of him doesn’t want you to have a panic attack.

Thankfully it wasn’t long till you all were back to a shitty Motel which was the meeting spot to review their new information being downloaded and importing it into a 3D model. Which happens to take a couple of hours to do so, but this Motel happens to be next to a little Ma and Pa diner. Many other tornado chasers ended up at the same Motel, there was already a crowd forming and music playing when you stepped out of the truck to get fresh air.

Without another word, your feet start moving to the Diner. Food and some soda should help.

You were a couple of feet away from the entrance when you heard running footsteps, looking back to see if you needed to move out the way for said runner but was pleasantly surprised to see Scott rushing over to you. Once you make eye contact, or suppose eye contact because he was wearing his sunglasses once again, he started to slow down and his long legs didn’t take long until he was close enough to speak.

His face is still straight and unbothered, he pulled his earbuds off to the side, “Was wondering where you were off so quick.” Was there some cheeky tone laced in his question? You look back forwards the Diner and smile back at Scott. “Maybe a greasy burger will put my mind to ease.” You quip back and turn your heels back in the same direction as before, “Want to join?” You ask as you're already walking to the entrance.

After ordering entries and drinks you both sit at a booth that sits next to a picture window that looks out to the mostly plain fields and hanging decorative lights connected to posts around the Diner. This town in Oklahoma was quaint, without the tornados you would consider this to be perfect.

Turning your head to face Scott, he took off his glasses and placed them in his shirt pocket. His eyes drift towards yours once he notices that you were looking at him. “I don’t think you're made for this.” He shamelessly speaks, unsure why his words hurt you more than when Javi accused you of the same. But hearing it after the chase stung more. A small frown on your lips. Scott was quick to speak up again before you could respond. “Not saying this to be mean or rude, but what we do is dangerous and I can’t have someone freaking out all the while. I can’t focus on our job when you’re having a panic attack in the back seats.” He explains with some condescending attitude but mainly because he was still frustrated with caring slightly about you.

He couldn’t deny it. He found you rather attractive, your demeanor being a little shy but he could tell you’d warm up quickly. First introduction catches him so off-guard, your smile so bright and your voice as you say hello to everyone. ‘Such a pretty girl’ he thought as his eyes looked you up and down quickly. And he swears he thought he caught you checking him out as well. But seeing you so scared made him nervous to be in the truck, he wanted to grab you and comfort your worries away.

“Wow. No sugar coating for me huh?” You softly giggle an exhale. You knew he was right, it sucked to hear it though. “Cut right through the bullshit.” You further say and stretch your arms out to find some sort of relief. He laughs at you cursing, it was the first time hearing you curse and to be frank, it wasn’t threatening whatsoever. He found it amusing, you were cute. Especially because from his outburst your cheeks are flushed with pink embarrassment. “I don’t mess around.” He tries to play, a sly smile on his lips but you groan and put your hand on your head without seeing it. “I thought I could handle it.” You mutter into your hands, your voice sounding disappointed. Now Scott felt bad for speaking.

Quick on his feet, “Remember what Javi said; “You’re never ready for your first tornado.” You just needed to experience it.” You drop your hands down to the table and look back at the man across from you. His jaw goes up and down while chewing the same piece of gum. Staring at his lips for a few seconds before your eyes trail back to his eyes but there was a certain glimmer when your eyes connected, a smile curving his lips.

Gosh. You had no clue why every single thing he did made you have a visceral reaction. Simultaneously he knew what he was doing.

Food is placed down on your table and your mouth watered at the sight. Before you could reach out and take a bite of your anticipated meal, Scott’s voice speaks up again. “Be honest, why did you agree to come out here?” He manages to say before grabbing his hamburger and taking a greedy first bite. You shove a couple of fries in your mouth before answering. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Tornados, I find them so interesting and a strange natural occurrence. But from a safe distance, in my lab where I can do research rather than going out in the field.” Your stomach growls at you for not taking a bite of your burger that sits so patiently on the plate. “I totally agree on what you guys are doing, I want to help people too! I just don’t think I was built for wrangling tornados like you. Plus my boss dragged me out here.” You chuckle while biting now at your food. Already feeling better or maybe it was the company of Scott that put you to ease.

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On your way out of the Diner you are met with boots taking a long stride towards you and Scott. Those boots belonged to a flannel clad gentleman with a cowboy hat tilted slightly out of his face. He was clearly built and flashes a dashing smile in your direction. You could practically hear Scott rolling his eyes before the guy even got a word out. “Clipboard! I didn’t know they made scientists so pretty nowadays.” The man lowly whistles at your appearance, you quickly caught on to the ‘Clipboard’ nickname he gave Scott. “Get back to your YouTube channel Tyler.” He puffs out while sliding back his sunglasses. The cowboy named Tyler stops in front of you, quickly glancing between the two of you. “What’s your name little lady?” His voice is oddly sweet and not patronizing. You tell him your name and he softly repeats it back with a smile.

“Well then, come find me when you’re done working with a bunch of pencil pushers.” He lowers his sunglasses and sends a wink your way before walking back toward the Diner.

It was so quick you hardly noticed how Scott stopped chewing his gum and clutched down hard on his jaw, teeth slightly grinding. Turning to face Scott again, “Who the hell was that?” Your laugh pulls Scott out of his train of thought. Hearing your soft giggles at the interaction makes him almost forget why he was even frustrated in the first place. “Just one of those Hillbillies with a YouTube channel. He especially likes to throw fireworks for theatrics.” His sigh was heavy as he continued forward back to the Motel and not answering any other questions you had about Tyler.

It wasn’t long before getting back to your room. Scott dropped you off and went back to the rest of the team to discuss the 3D model, he hoped it was long enough to fully process and get a look at the models.

Following the next few hours held up in your Motel room, it wasn’t anything fancy. A small TV that frames the adjacent wall from the bed and a dingy chair and desk, the bathroom was next to them and was brightly lit by yellowed lights. Definitely not dreamy, but this was a company's purchase for the crew so you couldn’t complain.

You slightly jump out of bed when you hear a loud bang from your door. It started storming a little while ago and just thought it was a branch slamming on your door but then you heard another knock. You weren’t going to sleep but put on your pajamas and laid down to doom scroll on your phone. You're fast on your steps as you reach the door and open it slightly to see who was knocking. You were so surprised to see Scott behind the knocking.

“Well welcome back.” You greet as you open the door for him, gesturing for him, “Come in, come in.” You smile at him. You turn to go back to lounging on your bed. While doing so, Scott gets the chance to take on your appearance. A matching set of pajamas that fit your body perfectly, he swallows heavily at the sight. It was possible that he was so pent up from being out in the field for multiple weeks and hadn't been with a woman during that time either, now here you were. So sweet it’s sickening and so pretty sitting down on the corner of the bed, looking up at him with almost doe like eyes. It’s driving him up the wall.

His hands rest on his side while stepping in your room, closing the door behind him. He was slightly damped by the rain and wind outside, he breathed in the air around him. “So what brings you by? Is there another Tornado that needs to be chased?” You ask, slightly anxious to hear his response. He sees your hands fidgeting in your lap. “Oh, no. I just wanted to let you know that the model is up and running. Plus, my room’s power went out.” He explains, in the meanwhile he looks around your room, he also seemed nervous.

You nodded and were about to respond but he cut you off, “And I wanted to check up on you.” He stretches out the “and” like he was contemplating on finishing his sentence. You were pleasantly taken aback. It was nice that he was seeing if you were okay. You were flustered nonetheless and blushed. “Oh mister big and stoic is concerned for me?” You playfully jab at his demeanor, he’s quick to your mocking behavior. Again he slides off his sunglasses and places them in his shirt pocket, he hangs his head down and laughs. “Alright I’m going to go now then.” He teases back, there’s a small panic behind your eyes, you didn’t want him to leave.

“No- I mean you can hangout for a while if you want. I’m not doing much. You can wait here till your room gets power again.” It sounded just as pathetic in your head as it came out of your mouth, desperate to get more time for him. He caught on to it, “Yeah?” A small smirk crept on his lips. His figure coming closer to you, his large frame tower over you. It did something to you, “Yeah.” Your breathing hitched in the back of your throat, causing you to swallow down hard.

He was taking so much space, almost suffocating. “Tell me, were you checking me out when we first met?” He was testing the waters, what kind of response were you going to give him. Either it would be welcoming or dismissive, but the way blush started creeping up your neck to your cheeks he could tell. “What? No, I mean- no. Why are you asking?” You clearly flustered at his question and lied right through your teeth and it was so obvious. “Okay.” He bites down on his gum and smiles down at you. He quickly sits next to you and faces the TV. Ignoring what just happened between the two of you, riling you up in the process.

Ignoring the building tension, “What are we watching?” He nonchalantly asks, his gum smacking in his mouth. A smug look plastered on his face watching you try to regain your composure. Skipping over his previous statements. “Um… T- The news about the weather tomorrow.” You blink. He then reaches up and takes off his baseball cap, his hair ruffles out in some crazy hat hair before he shakes it out with his other hand. His brown hair flows softly down. It’s then you take in his scent, slight sweat lingers but you can smell his cologne, it smelt like an ocean side with a hint of sandal wood. It fit him perfectly and drank up the scent to fill your senses. This man was something. His cocky attitude, his demanding presence, oddly quiet demeanor. Everything about him was causing your brain to lag. His clothes cling slightly to his body due to them dampening from the outside weather.

You tried your hardest to pay attention to the television ahead of you, you really did. But with Scott next to you, the storm outside, y’all’s conversation. It was too much for you to handle. His white button down was a bit dirty from the chase earlier from today and now cling wrapped around his arms, chest, thighs. Your mouth watering again while you ogle the man before you, it was wrong, so wrong. Hell you were technically his superior as he worked for your company, but right now it felt like he held all the power.

Then boom. A loud bang crashed against the ceiling, the storm getting heavier. It spooked you enough to jump beside you, trying to find some sort of comfort and gladly Scott gave you that. His rather large hands are quick to rest on your shoulder, sliding up and down to ease your concerns, “You’re alright, it’s just the wind. Nothings gonna’ hurt you.” He shushes in a low tone which calms you down. Though his clothes are wet and cold, his body is hot. Feeling how warm he was as you pressed deeper to his touch.

Your eyes shift from being closed to looking up at his, then glancing down to his lips. He mirrors you, both of you leaning in closer. "We shouldn't." You aimlessly try to guide yourself back into reality but your body caves. His lips ghost over yours, “Can I kiss you?” He softly asks for permission, his whole body aching waiting for your response, but didn’t have to wait any longer as you pressed your lip to his. His other hand reaches for your face, cupping the back of your neck while his other latches to your waist. Practically pulling you on top of him. You gripped his collar to stabilize yourself and followed his direction.

He pulled you on his lap, finding it comfortable. Your hands continue to grasp on to get some leverage but find it futile in the long run. The kiss begins to become heated by the seconds, occasionally breaking it to pant out quick breaths. He was taking over all your senses. Making it hard to focus on anything but him.

Scotts lips leave yours and make their way down to your neck. His attention to make you feel more than comfortable was overpowering. Your hands have a mind of their own, snaking up to his head and gently pulling his hair. Your eyes screwed shut, he watches your reactions - to see what causes the most pleasure. His hand moves around your body, around your hips and butt, around your chest groping your boobs. That seems to get some whimpering out of your lips. "You're so pretty like this." He tells in your ear, causing a shiver to go down your spine. Your legs squirm around his, trying your hardest to find some pressure to grind down on. Your head rushes with blood, finding it hard to wrap your head around pleasure. "I mean you're pretty regardless, but fuck." He groans through his teeth.

You moan into his mouth as he captures your lips for another kiss.

“Be honest with me again.” You nod, slightly still ditzy after that heated kiss. “Were you staring at my arms earlier?” There’s a slight teasing tone- actually, more like a cocky tone. He was still on about this. You nod your head a little sheepishly, having to admit it made it feel shameless. “I knew it! You were checking me out! Thought I caught you, but I wasn't sure I was making things up in my head.” He barks out a quick laugh and continues to kiss up your neck, drawing more airy moans and some giggles.

“What, no smart-ass response huh?” He teases. And he was right, you couldn't think of any kind of response, your mind is fogged up. Mewing out was the only response as he found the spot on your neck. He continues to work you up, all while dry humping him, your pajama shorts riding up in the process. His clad trousers gave the perfect mount. His growing erection being more prominent and pressed tight in his boxers and pants, now with you moaning in his ear and grinding on him shamelessly.

You did try your best to quiet down, even with the storm outside these walls were thin and god forbid if any of you teammates heard what noises were coming from in your room, there would be no question what was happening between the two of you. But his hands and mouth on you made you uncontrollable. He thought quickly to fix this predicament. "Shush, baby, no more whining. Here - here" He coos, moving one of his hands and sticks his index and middle finger in your mouth. Shutting you and your withering moans up. Your mouth drooling over his digits. Your eyes are half glazed over, if you had the consciousness to see what you looked like you’d be ashamed how easily you were subdued. Falling under some sort of submissive headspace. It was so quick you hardly noticed it happened, but maybe you wanted this for a while now. Especially after the rough and exhausting day you had, you just wanted someone to take the reins in for you.

And now the pet name, you wanted to hear him call out for you with that every time from now on. "Look at you, such a desperate thing you are, huh? Isn’t that right baby.” You nod aimlessly, his fingers pressing down on your tongue. You were putty in his large hands, not that you were complaining. Your hands fumble with his shirt's buttons, at a sad attempt to take it off yourself. He thought of mocking you once again for this poor attempt but chose to lend a helping hand. Assisting with the majority of buttons you and him manage to take off his uniform top, catching a look of his chest you moaned again. He was cut with a light amount of chest hair, your sounds muffled with his fingers. It was hard to calm yourself, you were like a dog in heat, nothing was quite satisfying your needs yet. You needed more - more of him. "Fuck'n hell. You are just so needy." His hair crazed by your frantic hands, lips were bright pink, and eyes half lidded. Talk about needy, he wanted you with the same amount of passion.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a groan of frustration comes out of your mouth. “Please, please, please.” You aimlessly beg. For what? You and him knew, for him to finally fuck you rather than all his teasing. But Scott needed you to verbally admit it to him. “Huh? What do you need? Spit it out.” Again the condescending tone loud and clear, he does this to rile you up. For knowing him for such a little amount of time, he knew how to press all the right buttons. "Please, I need you." you mutter in his ear while closing your eyes and pressing your head between his shoulder that meets his neck. It was more like a whimper than begging but the overloading sensations were driving you in a haze. Still humping his leg, it was quite a sight that even left Scott to groan. But he can’t let you off that easily, that would be too nice. He kicks off his shoes and socks, preparing for the inevitable.

"By “I need you”, that really means that you want me to fuck you.” Taunting you even further, you squirm under his grasp at the boldness his words were. You nod your head, knowing your voice would betray you.

He acknowledges your approval and lays you backwards towards the bed. Your head close to the edge and him by the pillows, he rests on his knees. His body still covered most of your space, he was just so big. "First we're going to take off this little matching set." His voice sounds airy, your legs spread open to invite him to get even closer to your body which he gladly scoots in. His hands reach for the hem of your top and pull it flush off your body. Your nipples harden from the cold air hitting your hot body. Closing your eyes at the sensation, you were quick to discover that Scott leaned down to give each of them a kiss. His hot tongue swiftly swirled around your left one, but he didn't stay long as he gave the same treatment to your right. You watch him, his eyes never leaving your sight.

His lips travel down your sternum to reach your belly, he peppers kisses along the way, all while giving you short praises. All of his words make you pant.

Reaching your matching shorts, he slips both hands up your thighs and grabs the hem to pull the shorts off of you. Once off, you were left only in your panties. A small spot clearly dampened in the center, it would be embarrassing to you normally but you were so aroused. He practically moans at seeing it. Knowing he worked for you enough. He continues to scoot back so he could comfortably lay his head on your thighs. He takes in your scent, fingers loop and starts pulling your panties off. You throw your head back from the anticipation, then a sharp swat on your inner thigh makes you pop your eyes down back at him. "Eyes on me, you better watch me eat you out." The tone being similar to the voice he had in the truck when he calmed you down, it was assertive and demanding.

You clench down on nothing and start to squirm, he rubs the spot he smacked and gives you a soft kiss, it felt like an apology. He breaks his gaze and looks at your cunt. It makes you a little nervous at first, closing your legs at first, but he tells you off. "What? You're shy now?" He tisks, looking back up at you. Almost like a warning. "You were just begging for me to fuck you." His words made you gush, you could feel how hot your cheeks were burning. Your voice squeaks, "I'm sorry." This apology makes him stop, "It been a while since she's gotten some attention huh baby?" He questions but already knows the answer, yes it has been a while. Referring to your pussy as "she". You nod as an answer.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of her and you." That cocky attitude shines bright while he begins his work. His lips kissing the skin around your desperate cunt. Some dragged out moans are flying past your lips, it really had been a long time since being with another person, especially someone who knew how to get you this excited.

Unwarranted your hips buck at his face, your body was fed up by all this teasing. His hands pin down your thighs, stopping you from future bucking.

Those pink soft lips finally make contact with your most sensitive part of your body, causing you to yelp. He found this adorable, already moaning. It was blissful, he knew what he was doing. Circling his tongue. Now and then flickering down to your cunt, your hips try to wiggle but his strong grip holds you down at his mercy.

Your hands go from covering your mouth so you didn't tell from the pleasure, to the comforter, to his hair to pull him closer. You continue to stare down at Scott as he does his work, trying your best to not thrash your head back and groan. But by keeping your eyes open you can see him grind down on the bed, he was getting off from eating your pussy. And rightfully so in his opinion, you tasted amazing, if he could he would keep you here for an eternity without any complaint.

While tongue fucking your hole, his nose brushes against your clit. Sending shock waves throughout your body, making you a moaning mess. Chanting his name with pleas and curse words. A tightness builds in the pit of your stomach, your thighs close his head between them. Keeping him in this position. Your back to begging, babbling out slurred sentences barely coherent with moans breaking mid way through and you losing your train of thought.

It was almost amusing to see you this unwired, usually you were a very punctual person. Now here you were cumming all over a man's face that you met less than 24 hours ago. A man you only know his first name, but Scott was something over worldly. Your voice pinches in a high note as your climax racks through your entire nerve system. Screwing your eyes tightly, blinding white light flooding your vision.

Hell, he almost came in his boxers watching you cum. Watching tornadoes for a living was thrilling but seeing you come undone with just his tongue was 10 times more exciting for him. Now he needs to see you cum again but this time in his dick.

Fluttering your eyes open to your own personal show, Scott lifted back and sat up right. He's focused on unzipping his pants unaware that you lifted yourself on your elbows to watch. Once he spots you, he pulls out his wallet from his pants and takes out a condom that was tucked in a sleeve. 'How cliché' you think. One hand pulls down his pants and boxer while the other rips open the condom wrapper. A simple act being so seductive when he did it.

Your eyes could contain themselves from peaking down at his dick. The tip was hot pink, pebbling pre-cum down his shaft. He was a big boy. You were practically salivating at the sight, he almost laughs at your drooling. He rolls the condom on swiftly. "How do you want to do this?" His voice piercing your ears, looking back at his blue eyes. You were puzzled at the question, he simplifies for you. "What position?" He states it obvious, but not rude.

Without a second thought, "Can I ride you?" He groans loudly at your words. But regains his composers, "Of course you can baby." He smiles, his gum still smacking against his teeth. You had completely forgotten he was even still chewing gum. He lay down on the pillows beneath him. His teasing manner doesn't affect you as much, you were determined to give him a good show. Meanwhile you crawl your way between his legs and settle to ride this tornado wrangler.

His chest heaves, he was so much larger than you. Your legs just about wrap beside his hips as you position yourself. Bending over his tall torso you plant a kiss on his jaw, leading to his lips. He kisses you with a passion similar to a fire, your hands drop to his chest to steady yourself. Pulling away and reaching below you.

A sharp hiss slips past his closed teeth, your hand wrapping itself around him. Your hands were soft, unlike his, the feeling being unfamiliar to him. You found pleasure from watching his face scrunch up. Lining yourself and making your way down. His large hands grip on your waist at the contact.

A choked moaning rips through your throat. Fuck it had been a while since you had a dick up in there and the stretch was unwelcoming with a full sense of pleasure. "That's it." He groans while his head is pressed down on the pillow.”Holy shit baby! You are squeezing the shit out of me.” A mixture of a chuckle and moaning follows behind his words. "Relax baby, let me in." He breathes heavily, lifting his head up. Scott's hands grip harder on the small fat on your hips. Stilling your moving till you start relaxing your muscles.

“I know, I know. Just a little more baby, c’mon you’re a big girl." His voice is hoarse. You could have come from that voice alone. You slow your movements, focusing on your breathing and closing the gap between the two of you.

Once your body's are flushed, your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You couldn't make a noise. Now was his opportunity to be a moaning mess. The way your cunt swallowed his cock was velvet, you were causing so much pleasure, he was almost lost of words. Almost.

"You better ride baby." It almost sounds like a threat. His unwavering pissy personality showed true and you couldn't say no, you did as you were told.

Lifting yourself up and letting gravity do the rest of the work. You started slow at first. You were still adjusting to his size, he was heavy in your cunt.

That slow pace was short-lived as Scott's hands dragged you back and forth. His grip was bruising, his jaw clenching down while watching how his cock is meeting together with your pussy. You looked quite spectacular from his laid position, your palms flat to his stomach, your tits bouncing up and down with you. The faces you make, filled with nothing but unadulterated bliss.

He's held on for the best he can, letting you get a couple of minutes for you to be doing mostly all of the hard work. But his knees bend behind you and he lifts you slightly above his hip. Then he begins his own rhythm to fuck into you, thrusting his hips and greedily taking you. Not that you were complaining. The air is knocked out of your lungs, ending up at a silent groan, helping with your noise control.

The incessant, slapping noise of him rutting in your cunt was loud. Though you tried to contain yourself, it was impossible that the rooms parallel to each side of you didn't know what was happening. The small room is filled with flesh meeting, heavy breathing, groans and moans. "Feels fuckin fantastic, you love this big dick in your little pussy." He can't help but voice his thoughts, unwavering. You wordlessly nod as he continues, "Huh baby? Fuck'n shit. This pussy is going to be the death of me!" He rolls his head back, stalling his thrust momentarily. Soaking in the way your cunt squeezes him.

Gaining more air to your lungs you can finally moan out his name, sounds like the angels from above calling out to him. if he could hear his name come out of your mouth continuously then it might just be heaven.

Again that tightness is winding up quickly. Even more intense than your last orgasm. Trying to shut you up now was going to be an impossible hop to leap through, yet at this point both you and Scott were so focused on each other and blocking the outside world, you could care less when your combined moans.

As your own orgasm was approaching, you could tell Scott's wasn't that far behind as you. His movements become irregular and his knees start to buckle from losing momentum.

It was all a blur when your second orgasm ripped through your whole body. You collapse on the 6'4ft man, your whole body shakes above him. Your head spins, it feels as if you were drunk. Definitely drunk on his cock.

When you come to, he is lifting you back to the side for him to pull out. His condom partially filled with his semen, he knots it before discarding it in the small waste bin by your night stand. The storm outside still roars loudly, you're glad you're stuck in your motel room with him.

He lays back down on your bed, "I think I just died a few seconds ago, I've come back to life." Scott exclaims, his pupils expanded to almost cover the blue hue, rather they were almost black. He really was coming down from such a high.

Shallow breathing through your nose before turning to face Scott. His face looks so fucked out, no doubt you look the same. His hair is wild and there are faint lipstick marks on his face and neck caused by you. "I haven't came that hard in months." You were still breathless from what he had done to you. "I can say the same." Dry and quick laughs come from both of you. “You made me swallow my gum.” You still try to compose yourself.

Both of you lay down under the covers of the Motels comforter. Lazily turning your head in his direction, you could easily fall asleep in his arms right now. He holds you close, his body warm surrounding you in a comfortable state.

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"Stay the night?" You ask, similar to a plea. And how could Scott say no to that face? That was short lived, "I need a big strong man to protect me from the storm." He watches you giggle, amused by your own joke. It was laced with faux concern. "Only because your room has power." He pokes fun back. You were giggling at his joke.

Your laughter comes to a halt when the lights above you and TV shut of. f all of a sudden, causing you to jump back into Scott's arms. He's once again amused, "You know you're really jumpy for a tornado lab scientist." He quips back. You try to act hurt by his comments in hopes of retracting his statement for an appraisal instead, but he saw right through your act and gave you a small kiss on the forehead.

You stayed together until the morning.

[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Nightcrawler/GN!Reader - Part 1 - part 2 - Part 3

kdhbcjshbc I know I said I was gonna work on my Wolverine fic rn but I got sidetracked. This was originally going to be one long ass fic but since the first half ended up already over 4k works I decided to split it into two! It's basically a friends to lovers fic and I know the beginning is a bit of a jumpscare but they're both adults by the end of the fic I promise!! Edit: I totally forgot to add!! Another special thanks to @blue-devil-of-the-lord for their help with german translations!

Tws: Mentions of animal cruelty in the circus. The ringleader is an asshole. I might have made Kurt's brother a bit of an asshole too sorry. Kurt's backstory is going to be kinda a combination of all the shit I've read/know so please be patient lol. I'll go back and add more tags if I think of any.

    You were sixteen when you first met Kurt Wagner, although, he went by Kurt Szardos back then. You had never been to the circus before, and you hadn’t really paid to be there anyway. The show had already started when your father had taken you into the tent, sitting you down in an absent seat near the front. You didn’t want to get in trouble, but he had assured you it was fine. He had business to attend to, and told you that his future employer had given his blessing for you to sit and watch as your father handled business. After all, the two of you were a combo deal, and if you were to be working for the circus, you might as well know just what you were getting yourself into.

    The circus tent was loud with laughter and the sounds of an awed crowd. It was a little overwhelming, to be honest. There were simply too many voices, too many lights- and yet when you finally set aside your grievances to try and enjoy the show, you still struggled.

    The monkeys were annoyed with their handler, and every shout towards the crowd was an insult. The lion was young, and still afraid he wouldn’t make the jump through that vicious ring of fire- still healing from the burns he earned by brushing against the flames during the last performance. The doves from the magician act were a bonded pair, rejoicing the time and attention they were being given in the spotlight- and yet the male was already dreading their moments after the show and the dark, dirty cage they would kept in. The female was trying her best to cheer him up. Every animal was unafraid to keep their voice down, and you had never heard animals speak so loudly before. Part of you wonders if it was simply because they were so used to being ignored, they had grown used to letting their voice free- speaking from the heart and yet always being unheard.

    You didn’t like this part of the circus much- and although the tricks these animals did were beautiful and amazing, you couldn’t manage to enjoy it like all the others around you did. You were frowning while all others were smiling and laughing so joyously- perhaps that was what drew him to you in the first place. 

    “And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present-” All but one of the spotlights have started to circle around the tent, the ringmaster standing completely within the only lingering light. “Our Flying Fiend… the Daredevil Demon… The one and only, Nightcrawler!” Every moving spotlight lands on a single man standing on one of the high beams. He’s smiling so brightly that you can see it from where you stand feet below him. He’s… strange. Elf-like ears, yellow eyes, and blue skin. A pointed tail sways eagerly behind him, and he takes a deep bow in front of you. His yellow eyes peer open as he does so, and for a moment, you swear he looks straight at you. You’re not entirely sure if he was wearing a costume or not anymore. 

    The performance starts out with one hell of a beginning. Every flip and jump is an incredible act of athleticism- and you find your eyes following Nightcrawler throughout every trick. Two other acrobats join the fray, and yet he’s the only one who catches your eye. At one point, they bring out these long swings- ones that sweep right above the audience with every swoop. There’s one swing for every side of the audience- and the acrobats switch with a dramatic flare every few swings. 

    On the very last switch, Nightcrawler is the one who swings over your seats. 

    He’s much more handsome up close, you realize, blushing even where you are now. You swear with every swing, he’s looking at you. It makes your heart flutter a bit, and on the very last swing of the night, he takes out a rose, pretending to throw it to multiple groups of screaming fans, before he swings again with a dramatic flair. Unlike the other times, he’s holding onto the swing with his feet and tail. He’s so close to the audience without touching a single hair on anyone's head- and then he gets to you.

    You could have sworn that time had slowed, no matter how quickly it happened. The two of you finally lock eyes, and his hand stretches out. The rose falls into your lap, the air whooshing by your face as he’s gone just as quickly. You pick up the flower, a genuine smile finally on your face, and you find that all the other voices of excitement around you have finally drowned out.

    That was the first and last time you had watched the show at Herr Getmann's Traveling Menagerie. After that, you and your father were behind the scenes instead of in the stands. 

    It had been about a week and a half since you and your father had been walking to the circus to work. He knew every path and every road like the back of his hand, insisting the two of you walk instead of drive to save money on gas, and he just so happened to know a few shortcuts through the woods. Usually, you were able to rely on him to guide you, but today you woke up late. Your father had already left without you- which you’re not entirely sure wasn’t intentional. He did leave a note for you, giving you instructions on how to get there on your own. 

    Needless to say, that didn’t actually work out too well. A thirty to forty-five-minute walk had quickly turned into an hour, and then an hour in a half. You were trying your absolute best to follow the instructions, but this was hardly a cohesive path in the middle of the woods. It wasn’t exactly easy.

    You’re beginning to give up at this point, stumbling through the brush as you try to find the general direction you think you’re supposed to be going. Your feet have started to ache and blister, and you find yourself beginning to lose hope.

    “Hello!” If the sound of the voice hadn’t scared the shit out of you, the strange man hanging upside down from the branches of a wild Crab apple tree certainly did. You shriek in terror, your feet slipping as you fall back on your butt. You hold your hands over your heart as the strange acrobat from the circus jumps down in a panic, holding his even stranger hands out in front of him.

    “Oh- Es tut mir Leid! I am so sorry! I had not meant to startle you!” He says frantically, kneeling down to help you up in a very gentlemanly manner. You’re wide-eyed as you look at him, letting him help you up without a fuss. Up close and in broad daylight like this, it was very clear that he certainly was… Blue, to say the least.

    “I-it’s okay.” You stutter. He smiles warmly at you, tail swaying excitedly behind him, and it simply confirms to you that he wasn’t wearing a costume at all. You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find some words. He blinks at you as you do so, patiently (if not obliviously) waiting for you to speak.

    “You’re from the circus, aren’t you?” Is what you finally land on, still a little startled from before. The acrobat nods eagerly.

    “I am. I'm happy that you remember me! I’ve been told I leave a bit of an impression.” He jokes, and you find yourself smiling again. He was charming, for someone so strange. “The farrier is your father, right?” He asks, taking you by surprise. You didn’t think that anyone had taken the time to notice you, your father’s shadow in every sense of the word. It makes you feel a little funny, but surely he didn’t remember you from that first performance, right? Maybe he’s just very observant of those who come in and out of the circus stables. 

    “Well, yes.” You affirm, starting to anxiously fiddle with your fingers. “I didn’t really expect you to know who I was, to be honest.” He lets out a happy chuckle at that.

    “Of course, I know! A face like yours is hard to forget.” He chirps, sending you a wink. “But I must say, You’re a bit far from the circus, Meine Freundin.” You make a bit of a grimace at that, and he sends you a questioning smile.

    “Yes, well… To be frankly honest, I’m a bit lost.” You admit, eyes locked solely on the ground, taking the time to notice the various fruits that had fallen from the tree and gone bad. You can see the acrobat’s tail swaying in your peripheral vision, and still feel his eyes on you. It makes you blush a little from embarrassment, a little flustered that you had become so lost.

    “I’ll gladly show you the way, I was just about to go back myself.” Your head snaps up to look at him in bewilderment at that, before you realize just how lucky you are to have found him out here. He picks up a basket of crab apples that you hadn’t noticed before, and you offer to carry it for him as a thanks for guiding you back. He won’t let you no matter how hard you try, certainly the first gentleman you’ve met in quite a while. He tells you that your profuse thanks is more than enough for him.

    The two of you get to talking while you make the long walk back to the circus, and he tells you about his mother, Margali Szardos, and how she had asked him to wander over this way to pick the fruit from the crab apple tree for her. She was fairly adamant about him doing so, telling him that it was of great importance, but he didn’t quite understand why fruit could be such a pressing matter. He’s very funny, and you find yourself greatly enjoying his company. The two of you feel like close friends already, and you hadn’t even realized that you didn’t even know his real name until you’ve already arrived at the plethora of brightly colored circus tents.

    “I’m so sorry, I don’t believe I ever asked for your name.” You say, the awkwardness of the question not even registering with how happy you are to simply be in his company. He sends you another dazzling smile before he holds his hand, offering it for you to shake.

    “I’m Kurt.” He tells you. You introduce yourself as well, happy to have made a new friend today. You hear someone calling your name from not too far away, and spot your father waving his hand at you, calling you over.

    “I have to go, but thank you so much for your help!” You say, once again thanking him adamantly.

    “Walking with you was lovely. I hope to see you more often.” Kurt says, right before you go. You can’t help but blush a little, unable to keep yourself from smiling widely. You couldn’t help it! He was just so handsome in both looks and personality, the strangeness of his skin color and three-fingered hands being something you easily begin to care less and less about.

    “Likewise.” You agree, almost completely flustered. Your father calls for you again, and you quickly say your goodbyes before you rush off to him. You find yourself in a rather good mood for the rest of the day, despite your sore and blistered feet from the long journey here.

    Many months flew by very fast while you and your father worked for the circus, and you and Kurt had grown very close. He visited you when he could sneak away from practice and performances, and although you were more concerned about him staying out of trouble, you began to appreciate the company beyond the way a simple friend would, finding yourself blushing and flustered while around him.

    A fact that hadn’t changed throughout your time there was the treatment of many of the animals. All of them had a grievance or problem of some sort, and it broke your heart to have to stand by without the ability to help them. In the eyes of the circus, you were just the Ferrier’s assistant, nothing more. At first, you were, in the very least. Some of the animal trainers had noticed how good you were with the horses, and how even the most skittish of the equine animals would calm around you and let you handle them without any trouble. Things like that don’t go unnoticed, and soon enough many of the animal handlers had heard about your “gift” with the live attractions. Part of this was due to your Father’s constant bragging about your special skill with animals, although you were the only one who knew the truth about it all. After a while, the frustrated animal trainers began to ask you to assist them with the other animals as well, noting how it hadn’t taken very long before they were at ease around you. The size of cages and the attitudes of the trainers were something you couldn’t change very much, but even if you could only help out with a few things here and there, you were happy- and the animals were too.

    Today, you were doing your best to handle an absolute disaster. 

    Tonight’s animal show was a new set, with lots of loud noises and the pops of fireworks launching far, far above the tops of the tallest tent. With so many new lights and colors, they should have known something was bound to go wrong- and boy, did it. The smallest pony in the show was a stunning Blue Roan mare named Bubbles- and unlike many of the other mares in the show, she was very skittish. Her trainers mostly knew to be careful around her, but that consideration slipped under the radar when it came to all the new changes. Her show went by relatively seamless, with only a few issues here and there- but it was enough to put her on edge. When the fireworks finale went off as she was being led out of the main tent, it was just her last straw.

    I don’t like them. I don’t like the loud noises. Bubbles is pacing anxiously in the back of her tiny stable, still having trouble settling down. Every bump or noise from outside and even the neighboring stables sends her spiraling again. You’re standing at the gate, giving her a cautious amount of room to pace and worry so that she doesn’t feel trapped by you. 

    “I know, Bubbles, It’s okay.” You whisper. You’re so concerned for her, and angry with her trainers, too. It makes your blood boil to remember how one of them had gotten frustrated with her tonight, eventually giving up on settling her completely and thrusting her reins at you, telling you to “take this stupid thing somewhere else!”. The lack of patience and understanding makes you rage, but you know you can’t say a thing if you want to keep this opportunity to work with the animals.

    Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so scared. I’ll do better, I promise. Bubbles says again. The words almost bring tears to your eyes, hurting for her. You hate seeing her so scared.

“Hey, hey. Easy, I’m not mad at you, I promise. You’re safe with me, okay?” You tell her, starting to slowly approach her as her pacing begins to slow. She whinnies once, huffing as she tries her best to calm herself down. Eventually, she begins to settle, letting you get close enough to reassuringly pet her nose and flank. She leans into the comforting touches, finally beginning to relax after being high-strung for so long. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a minute, enjoying each other's company as you hear the sounds of the circus begin to dwindle and die.

     I’m sorry for all the trouble. Bubbles apologizes quietly.

    “You haven’t been any trouble, Bubbles, I promise.” You say soothingly. “Do you want to talk for a bit before I go?” She nods her head, and that’s all the answer you need.

    The two of you talk for a long, long while as you take off her tack and brush her down, pampering her as you ready her for bed. You talk about food, trainers, the new horseshoes she’s getting next week- anything at all. Even Kurt comes up in conversation, eventually.

    I like him. She says decisively. He sneaks me leftover apples. You can’t help but giggle at that, already having a hunch that he had been giving the horses treats while no one was looking. Not that you really mind, it was nice to know that they had someone other than you and your father looking out for them.

    “I agree. He’s very nice.” You say, smiling brightly. She noses you in response.

    I think he likes you, too. You instantly blush at her words, shaking your head at her with a flustered smile. You honestly doubted he saw you as much more of a friend, even if the two of you have had somewhat sensitive moments sometimes.

    “I really don't think-”

    “Guten Abend!” You can’t help but shriek at the greeting, knowing just who it was as you whip around in the stable, spotting Kurt leaning against the gate with a cheesy smile.

    “Kurt! You have got to stop scaring me like that!” You scold, throwing the dandy brush at him. He pretends to be wounded, holding a hand over the spot it hit him dramatically as he laughs.

    “I’m sorry. Seems I couldn’t help myself.” Kurt says, and you lightly slap his arm again for good measure when you can reach him, trying and failing to keep yourself from smiling at his antics.

    “You could have startled Bubbles. It took forever for me to get her settled after the show today!” You scold him again, smile not letting up for a second. Kurt smiles a little nervously at that before he looks behind you to see the completely unbothered Bubbles.

    He wouldn’t have- I saw him come in. She says. You wave her off discreetly. That’s not the point, Bubbles! But even without being able to understand her, Kurt seems to get the hint that she wasn’t even a tad bit bothered and jumps the gate with such ease you can’t help but be a little jealous of his athleticism. 

    “Then I’ll apologize to you too, Bubbles.” Kurt cooes, lavishing her forehead and muzzle with pets and kisses that she happily receives. You watch him with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. You knew you were absolutely gone on him, this little crush of yours having developed into true and deep feelings of affection. But how could you not? Even watching him right now it’s clear to see the kindness and support he gives to every living thing regardless of status or species. That meant more to you than you think he might ever know.

    “How was it out there?” You ask eventually, leaning against the side of the stable.

    “So-so. The crowds have started to react less to our sets. Mother says that we’ll get better reactions if we change the performance a little.” Kurt shrugs, tail tucked tightly around his own waist- something you noticed he did every time he entered the stables so that he wouldn’t startle the horses with the snake-like limb. You frown, eyebrows furrowing at the news. You knew that they had been trying some new things for the animal shows, but the acrobatics had always been so incredible and immaculate. It’s strange to you that anyone would look on at that part of the show with a straight face.

    “And how does Ringmaster Getmann feel about that?” You ask. Bubbles huffs through her nose angrily at his name, and you join Kurt by her side, petting her shoulder. You can see that Kurt is frowning, not responding to your question as his eyes stay squarely on Bubbles. 

    “...Kurt?” You’re really worried for him now, knowing that the look on his face can only mean that nothing good will come of it.

    “It’s nothing for you to worry over.” Kurt responds after a minute. “He wants us to do riskier tricks, but Mother keeps telling him it’s not the best idea. He’s rather adamant about it though.” His voice is soft while he delivers the news, and it makes you wonder how on earth he’s not angry about the blatant disregard for both his and his adoptive siblings’ safety.

     I knew I had a good reason to hate that man! Bubbles speaks angrily as she flicks her tail, Kurt being the only reason she hadn’t bucked or stopped in frustration. Your worry begins to deepen as you think everything over.

    “I- You won’t get hurt, will you?” You ask, worry clearly spilling into your tone. “The animal injuries are already bad enough, but if he starts risking human lives-”

    “I’ll be fine, Schatz.” Kurt cuts you off, stepping away from Bubbles to take your hands in his own. The nickname had a tendency to make your heart flutter, but right now all you could feel was the anxiety of an impending disaster. “Please don’t worry for me.” He tells you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. You’re breath catches at the act, and when you look at him there's a fond, reassuring look on his face. Still, it did not ease your worries in the slightest. Kurt takes a step closer to you, his hand cupping your face now instead.

    “I can’t help it. I worry because I care.” You whisper. Kurt smiles softly at you, leaning in to rest his forehead against your own. The two of you sit in silence for a minute, reveling in the fond moment. Still, your lips tingled with how close the two of you are, eyes darting down to the shape of his lips as you ran your tongue across your own. Kurt’s pretty eyes don’t let the action go unnoticed. He begins to lean in to close the gap between the two of you, and your eyes flutter closed as he does so.

    “Kurt.” The voice startles the two of you, separating immediately. It’s Stephan, Kurt’s adoptive brother. He’s not only startled you and Kurt, but Bubbles too. She spooks in the tiny stables, rearing up before you immediately turn to her, doing your best to calm her down once again. She’s breathing a little hard, but she’s not pacing again, which was much better than before, although you were certainly peeved to have backtracked already.

   “You know you’re not supposed to linger around the stables after the show,” Stephan says to Kurt, who only frowns. The two had begun to form a rather strained relationship as of late, but neither of you would have expected him to go out of his way to catch Kurt like this. You glance back at them as you finish settling Bubbles, staying silent as the two of them share a look. Kurt’s tail sways a bit, and you can see Stephan roll his eyes at Kurt before he nods his head to the door and begins to leave. Kurt sighs deeply before he turns to you with a remorseful look.

    “I’ll see you soon- promise,” Kurt says, taking your hands in his own and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You’re frowning, unable to help it at this point due to the moment being ruined. Kurt leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead before he leaves, and you smile a bit. He gives you another quiet goodbye before he jumps the gate again, and follows his brother out.

    You're left standing there with Bubbles, and despite Kurt’s promises, you have an uneasy feeling in your chest. You want to blame it on the disappointment of the night, but you can't help but wonder when you'd actually get to see him again.

[sansaorgana]

Hiiiii! If you like either version I'd like to request a Benny fic with a Reader who works at some place he frequesnts bc of getting in trouble 🙄🙃

My first thought would be the hospital/doctors office but police or lawyer related jobs could be another option too

hi, love! thank you so much for the request 🥰 I chose a police station where Reader is not a cop but jut a girl sitting by the desk, kinda like Lucy from Twin Peaks 😉

⚠️ TW ⚠️ Reader is coming back home late at night and she is bothered by some guys

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

You shook your head with a coffee cup in your hand at the sight of a man being walked inside the police station. He was cuffed behind his back as two big policemen were pushing him by his shoulders.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he winked at you as he walked past your desk. “How are you today?”

“Great, Mr. Cross. You?” You teased him as you addressed him officially.

“Not so good,” he chuckled with a shake of his head and the policemen pushed him to walk faster as they escorted him to his cell.

Benjamin Cross. You knew all his personal information by heart now. You knew his ID number more than your own. Working at the police station was never boring and you had your favourites amongst the Chicago criminals but Benny Cross was definitely your favourite. He had that bad boy charm and sexy mystery behind those baby blue eyes. He reminded you of a wild lion with his golden beard and blond hair. He was a biker – a man of the road, a personification of freedom. Well, hardly, to be honest. Because he was spending way too many nights in the cell for a man loving freedom so much.

Another thing you knew by heart was the phone number to the club where his friends worked. It was the phone call he always wanted to make so you dialled it already after putting the coffee cup down.

“Hi,” you said after some man with an unpleasant voice answered. “It’s the police station. Your friend Benny’s here again,” you informed him.

“Thanks,” he only said and hung up on you.

One of the policemen that had been dragging Benny now approached your desk and dropped a few files on it with a sigh.

“Cross, Benjamin,” he told you and you rolled your eyes.

“I know,” you laughed. “What again?”

“Speed limit. Caused a few crushes,” the man explained. “If I see his face once again, I’m gonna turn it to pulp, I swear.”

“No, don’t,” you giggled and he shook his head.

“Women,” he commented and walked away.

You put the papers aside and fixed your skirt before standing up to go to see Benny. You walked past the cells until you spotted him laying on the bed in an empty cell at the end of the corridor. He had used to be locked with other men but he had been starting fights and since then he was given a single cell.

“I called your friends already,” you told him as you leaned on the metal bars and he raised an eyebrow at you with a smug smile.

“Thanks, doll.”

“You must like it here, huh?” You asked, playfully.

“Well, I don’t hate it,” he answered. “As long as you work here,” he added and sat up on the bed to lean back on the wall. “Can you get me a cigarette?”

“I can,” you sighed and walked back to your desk.

It was confusing, really. The way you liked him although you shouldn’t. The way you enjoyed his teasing and his flirting although you knew he probably was like that with half of the city. And if it was any other man, you would tell him to go to hell. But Benny was already coming from there. And he was making you feel intrigued about it.

You grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that you kept in your desk. You took one cigarette out of the pack and went back to his cell. He was waiting for you by the bars and you passed the cigarette and the lighter to him. He lit it and gave you back the lighter as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Thanks, angel face,” he nodded.

“No problem,” you shrugged your arms. “You think they gonna bail you out?”

“Yeah, they always do,” Benny sat on the bed again and leaned back on the wall.

“Okay. I’ll prepare the papers then,” you pointed at your desk with your thumb and walked away.

You worked on them for some time and stared at the clock on the wall. Your shift would be over soon and Benny’s friends weren’t showing up at all. You started to feel bad for him. What if this time they stood him up? It wouldn’t surprise you – after all, they had already spent quite a lot of money on him. And perhaps this time was one too many.

“Hey,” you approached the cell again. He was laying on the bed with his hands under his head as he was staring at the ceiling. He lazily looked up at you. “I’m going home soon. I don’t think your friends are comin’ tonight.”

“They’ll come,” he only said.

“Well, whatever you say. Good night,” you looked down, awkwardly.

You went back to your desk to pick your things up and looked behind you one last time while biting on your lower lip. But what did you expect, really? He was a criminal and you were working at the police station. You shook your thoughts away and left the moment you saw your friend walking in – her shift was just starting.

When you came back to work on the next day, Benny was not in the cell anymore. His friends had bailed him out at night. You were glad that he didn’t have to rot there but it was making you feel a bit sad that he was gone for now. For some reason you missed him already.

He didn’t even like you, did he? Well, he was flirting here and there but he wasn’t very talkative when you were trying to engage in conversations. Or maybe that was a part of his bad boy persona to be a man of a few words. Either way, he was messing with your head and you didn’t like it. It was not like you had a chance with him. And not like he had a chance with you… After all, you were a respectable woman.

God, why were you even thinking of such things? It was not like he was thinking of you the same way. He probably wasn’t thinking of you at all.

On that day you worked until late and it was dark already when you finished. You ran to the bus station but the last bus had already left without you in it. You didn’t live away but you feared taking a walk in the dark. However, you had to.

You fixed your jacket and started to walk down the street, turning around all the time to make sure no one was walking behind you. But after a while you spotted two men walking ahead of you. You wanted to cross the street but they already spotted you.

One of them whistled and you kept your head low, walking past them as they stopped and looked you up and down.

“Hey,” one of them suddenly pointed out. “Isn’t she that bitch working at the police station?”

You swallowed thickly. You recognised that voice. It was one of the men that were being arrested often. Kind of like Benny… Except this guy was not one of your favourites. He was actually a man you feared. He had been often threatening the cops and everyone working at the station to teach them a lesson one day.

You picked up your pace as you tried to walk faster and faster, you nearly ran.

“Hey, wait! You’re not running away!” You heard his voice and the heavy footsteps following you.

You were in such a rush and fear that you didn’t care anymore about anything else – the only thing that mattered was to survive. The ringing in your ears made all the other noise inseparable and you didn’t look around before entering the street to cross it.

And then you spotted a huge motorbike right in front of your face. It stopped inches away from you as you jumped in your place and swallowed thickly. Its reflectors were blinding you at first but after blinking a few times, you spotted it was Benny on his motorbike. He looked terrified, too, with widened eyes and hands clutched onto his motorbike’s handlebar. He had just nearly killed you after all and it was all your fault.

“I… I’m so sorry…” You began to apologise and you looked behind you. The man who had been threatening you and his friend were standing on the pavement and watching the scene.

“They been following you, doll?” Benny asked as he pointed at them with his head.

You nodded, shyly. Benny sighed and parked the bike by the pavement. He stopped the engine and jumped on his feet. You felt safer now with him around.

“Go home,” he looked at you sternly.

“But…” You gasped. It felt bad to just leave him here alone with these guys. Benny was a tough cookie but these two were dangerous as well. And they had the advantage since there were two of them.

“I said, go,” Benny ordered. You nodded and hurried back home, too scared to look back.

You couldn’t sleep at night, tossing and turning. In the morning you called the police station and told them you were sick. You were scared of leaving the house, actually. After last night’s accident… You had no idea what would happen if Benny hadn’t been around. What a coincidence it had been, by the way… And what had actually happened? Had he won the fight? Had there been a fight at all? What if the guys had won, hurt him and now they were waiting for you to show up on the streets?

You waited for everyone from your family to go to work before you walked downstairs and prepared breakfast. You didn’t want them to see you in such a state because they’d start asking questions and you didn’t want to worry anyone.

Around ten, you were already after breakfast and you took a quick shower. You changed into comfortable clothes and sat by the TV, not planning to leave the house at all for the whole day.

When someone knocked upon the door, you were startled. The very first thing that came to your mind was that these two criminals had found you. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, you approached the TV set to turn it off. Trying to avoid passing the windows, you carefully approached the front door and shakily looked through the peephole. You sighed with relief at the sight of Benny Cross leaning on the doorframe. There was a bruise on his face but other than that, he looked fine.

You opened the door and he looked you up and down as if he was checking on you.

“Benny. How do you know where I live?” You asked.

“Why aren’t you at work?” He raised his eyebrows.

“How do you know?”

“‘Cuz I been sitting across the street all night long, making sure they wouldn’t come around,” he explained and pointed at his motorbike parked across the street.

“What?” You widened your eyes.

“I saw your folks leavin’ but not you. You okay?” He asked, worryingly.

“Scared,” you admitted and hugged yourself as the cold from the outside was starting to bother you. Then you realised he had been standing out there all night long. “Come in,” you invited him in.

A criminal that had been in your arrest countless times before. Your mother would kill you if she was there. But she wasn’t.

“Wanna eat something? Drink?” You asked him awkwardly as he was looking around.

“Well…” He started. “A sandwich would be nice. And a cup of coffee.”

“Sure,” you nodded and took him to the kitchen. You sat him by the kitchen table and began to prepare the meal for him. “What happened yesterday?” You asked.

“I taught ‘em a lesson. They shouldn’t bother you anymore. But I wanted to make sure they’d keep their word,” he answered casually and yawned. You smiled to yourself.

“You didn’t have to do this…”

“And let them hurt you?” Benny snorted and you pursed your lips.

“It was a miracle you were there. I don’t know what I’d do if you…” your hands started to shake as you dropped the knife you were spreading the butter with. You pressed the hand to your forehead and stood there, trying to catch a breath again. The flashes of the last night came back to you and you fought the tears.

Benny stood up carefully and stood behind you, not knowing what to do to cheer you up without crossing your boundaries.

“Hey, it was no miracle, (Y/N). I’m always there. I mean, whenever I can. I’m always driving around to make sure you make it home safe. That’s how I know where you live. I heard some guys talking one day when I was arrested, they were talking about you in a way that made me realise it’s not safe for you because of your work, so yeah…” He cleared his throat, scared that he accidentally revealed too much.

You lowered your hand and looked at him, surprised.

“You… You do all these things?” You couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah,” he nodded and hid his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“But… why?”

Benny didn’t know what to answer. He shrugged his arms and watched your face.

“You’re nice to me,” he pointed out.

“Thank you,” you smiled gently and went back to preparing the sandwich. “Do you… Do you want something in return? I owe you,” you told him as he sat down by the table again.

“Nah, I’m fine,” Benny leaned on the wall and watched you serve him breakfast. “I mean, the sandwich and the coffee are enough, thanks.”

You sat in front of him and watched him devour his meal in three big bites. You played nervously with your fingers.

He cared more about you than you had been expecting. It felt nice and surprising and… It was messing with your head even further now.

“Thanks once again. I’ll go home now, need some sleep,” he stood up and you looked up at him with puppy eyes, to which he froze and raised his eyebrows.

“You saved my life,” you whispered.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“To me it’s everything,” you swallowed a lump in your throat. 

Short and awkward silence occurred between you two. Benny looked around as if he was contemplating on something. Eventually, he offered you his hand, which you hesitantly took and felt him pull you up. You stood up and faced him before he cupped your face and joined your lips together in a kiss.

Your eyes widened and at first you didn’t kiss him back out of shock. But after a short while, you closed your eyes and gave in. You placed your hands flat on his chest as you opened your mouth to let his tongue in.

You had always wondered what he would kiss like and it was even better than all your fantasies. It was overwhelming, really. His strength, his smell, his taste, the small groan he let out from the depth of his throat. You moaned in response and Benny’s hands dropped down to your waist and then lower, to your ass as he squeezed it. You giggled without breaking the kiss but he moved away slightly anyway to catch his breath.

“Benny…” You smirked at him and fixed your hair nonchalantly.

“Yeah?” He asked, unsurely, scared of your reaction to the kiss.

“You don’t have to keep getting arrested to meet with me, you know?”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[sulumuns-dootah]

17. 10. Hickeys/Bitemarks - Gamigin

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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If there's something you love more than rainy fall evenings, it's those evenings spent watching a cozy movie snuggled up with your little dragon. Gamigin felt extra brave that evening and so you're both watching something more scary than your usual go-to Tim Burton classics. Apparently there's one that peaked his interest because a little boy goes trick or treating and punishes those who don't celebrate Halloween?

You've been trying to follow the plot, but there's three separate storylines and with the demon getting scared at every jumpscare, it's kinda hard to focus. Besides, you now regret the choice of your snacks for the evening. To introduce a bit more variety, you'd prepared fruit skewers, amongst which was also a pineapple and so now its juices are digesting your tongue, making it slightly sting.

Still, despite the fruit fighting back, you take one by one piece of fruit off the wooden stick and pop them into your mouth. It takes a one, especially juicy piece of fruit to explode in your mouth to the point where some of its juice starts making its way down your chin and all the way down you neck, to get the young dragon's full attention.

“Oh, you're messy, Y/N! Huhu, let me help...” he chuckles and his tongue darts out to lick a bit of the juice off your neck. Then, a little hum of surprise at how sweet the juice taste mixes with the natural sweetness of your skin, leaves the curious dragon.

Wanting to taste more, he dives in with more fervour and starts sucking on your neck, accidentally scraping your skin with his fangs a few times. You can't help but moan a little from the sudden sensation, making Gamigin blush, but keep on following the trail upwards.

After he's done, the demon turns his head away with a grin, from the looks of it, completely clueless of what he's just done. And just like that he goes back to watching that movie of his, that makes him jumpy.

The movie goes on for another thirty minutes, when another scare happens and Gamigin seeks safety in the crook of your neck. It's just as adorable as he is, making those scared little squeaks of his. The taste of your skin from before still remans on his tongue and he can't help but to nuzzle his head into the same spot he's sucked on previously, to absorb your scent.

As his eyes lazily open, the young dragon lets out a loud yelp, “Y-Y/N! You're all bruised up! Are you having an allergic reaction to something?!”, and he's quick to frantically look around the room to find his staff.

“No, silly... Those are the hickeys you've given me.” you try to hide your amused smile. Aw, he really is that clueless, huh?

“B-but..! I'd never...!” there's a slight panic in his voice.

“Gami, you can calm down. These - “ you run your hand over the blue and black marks, “- mean that the person who gave them to you likes you very much.”

“S-so... All those demons who wear these have them because of love and not because they got into fight? But... They're always so scratched up too, like they took on a pack of lions...”

“Love has many ways of being shown.” you're not really momentarily equipped to give Gamigin the BDSM talk, but some day you might. How he doesn't know anything about these things even from his step-brothers is kinda puzzling.

“Ah, s-so... Would you mind if I gave you more hickeys over the rest of your body?” his blue eyes are once again full of mischief.

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Moaning ^^

[mask-of-prime]

TLK: The Circle is Broken

You know, after giving the trailer a few rewatches, I realize now that the shot where Kiros is saying "There will be one Lion King" doesn't really sync up with his lips, it made me realize that he probably wasn't actually saying that in that shot. Possibly just a really spliced-up trailer trick to keep the viewers in mystery of how the full scene's gonna go.

Either way, I absolutely loved this shot of Kiros and am so happy to see him so clearly for the first time (and hearing him for the first time, I did not expect Madds Mikkelsen to do such a raspy voice. Made me wonder if just about anyone could've done his voice but Disney just wanted to score celebrity casting points by recycling their Marvel/Star Wars actors like they always do in their remakes lol).

I'm not sure if he's snarling or smirking in the screenshot, but just I drew the first thing that jumped at me, so I went with a conceited smirk bordering on a slasher smile. Also just a good excuse to show off my 2D Universe design for him.

I was gonna try and give him scruffy, pointed cheeks (I think the original movies made that feature so commonplace in male characters to represent that light part of the mane that grows on a lion's jaw), but his original realistic design influenced me so much that I just stuck with the barren cheeks. I'm gonna justify it by saying that it at least alludes to his voice actor's appearance (Madds Mikkelsen has kinda gaunt cheekbones I think)

Also, if the lioness in the background looks like a certain someone, it's because she reminded me of a certain someone. A lot of people (myself included) have been getting massive Zira vibes from this fierce lioness that pursues Mufasa and Taka in several scenes shown in the trailer, so I based a few of her features on Zira. I'm excited to know more about this white lioness, whoever she is. I mean, she appears to have some speaking lines if the shot where everyone is in the snow is anything to go off of.

(EDIT: Gave the lioness blue sclerae, felt like they'd make her stand out more)

[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 - 𝔇ℜ𝔚

drw x f!reader

LAST ONE FOR REP!!

THIS WORK IS 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda smutty, but not explicitly so, angsty

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My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me

It was casual. Well, supposed to be, anyway. Nothing was casual about the way that Danny touched you, or kissed you, or fucked you. There was no way he could say those things - those filthy things - and still say that you were his best friend (or a close second). Casual, it may have been fun, but it was fun. It was inciting enough just to have a piece of what it was like to be with Danny. But he wanted casual. What were you to do?

Pretend. Lie like hell, and think about the consequences when they inevitably caught up to you, a lion stalking an unsuspecting prey. You did everything right: wore sexy lingerie, never asked him on real dates, never pried to know if he was seeing anyone else, never spent the night - all of it. You were spontaneous and fun and all the things you wanted him to believe you were. 

Oh damn, never seen that color blue Just think of the fun things we could do

To be fair, he was really all you had. In any context. A few months of scandal against you and your friends had vanished. You had truly become reliant on Danny, which is probably why you had fallen in love with him so quickly. Who were you kidding? You had been in love with Daniel Wagner since Freshman year when he sat beside you on an empty bus. You fell harder when he asked you to Prom, “as friends of course” - of course. But it had been so hard to miss the blush that flooded his cheeks when you gave him the lightest of all kisses at the end of the night. 

Harder, still when he held you as you cried, green texts and unanswered calls on the phone that you had thrown so hard a tiny crack had formed in the corner. He was there - “I’m here for you, shh.” 

A part of you knew you were being a little overzealous with the whole thing. If he wanted more, he would ask for more. But would he? Would he risk a decade of friendship for something he wasn’t entirely sure about? Wasn’t that what he was doing now, though - risking everything? 

We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

He just wasn’t looking for something serious. You understood, totally (you cried about it so hard you threw up). But what you had was serious. It was haunting and dedicated and frightening. Danny put in just as much he received and, on some level - a very strange one, you felt loved by him. Maybe it was delusion, or some sixth sense, who knows. All you knew: it was delicate. Too much water can kill the flowers, or however you want to phrase it. 

Even though you didn’t pry, it didn't mean you didn’t want to. You were made so anxious by the thought of someone else loving Danny in the way you thought only you could. Every smile at his phone was like a wrench in the gut, dull and painful, but shallow enough that you’d recover. Only to have it hit you again. 

You’d bring it up - casually. During the most intimate of moments, you’d lick at and whisper in his ear, “No one does it like me, huh?” 

He’d moan and agree, “No one, princess,” which filled you with such euphoria that it was its own climax. 

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time

Moments like that you tried to commit his body to memory. The trace of every scar and bump, every curve of muscle and every vein. You tried to find a specific color that matched his eyes, but none were as bright or radiant. They had such life, you could stare into them forever. He’d get the feeling that you were thinking too hard and flip you over, promising to rid you of any thoughts. 

Danny had a talent of making a mess out of you. He’d slide you down the bed, take your arms and bring them up to your head. His lips would graze the skin above your armpit so gently that you couldn’t help the goosebumps - or the moan. Teeth would graze the skin and you’d let them, not wanting to lose any part of him. Any mark he made would stay for days. 

“Your skin’s so delicate, princess.” He’d give you that grin and you both knew he would do it again - and did. 

What he didn’t know was that you were genuinely asking. Did anyone else touch him the way that you did, make him feel the same? Were you really in a position to be allowed to care if they did? In those moments of uncertainty, there was something about the way he reassured you that made you think he was being honest. Whether it was the gaze he held or the tighter his grip got, you weren’t sure. 

That gaze held something in it, though. Something sanguine and so oddly unfamiliar. You had never seen that look in his eyes before, and you liked to pretend it was reserved only for you. Maybe it was. Maybe. 

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head?

There were also boundaries that he wouldn’t seem to cross. He would never ask you to stay, and he never asked if he could. He would only hang out with the rest of the band present, never just the two of you, even if you had done so prior to your arrangement. 

Perhaps that was why you felt so guilty for being so clingy after he had gotten redressed, prepared to leave your apartment. He had cleaned you off, showered after you (never with), and made sure your sheets were clean and your pajamas comfortable before he began to walk to the front door. 

“Danny,” you called before he got to your bedroom door. 

“Yeah, princess?” He turned to face you, hands in his pockets. You noticed his hair was still a little messy, he hadn’t washed it so it stuck to his face in places. Throwing the sheets off of you, you sat on your knees near the end of the bed. 

You beckoned him, “Your hair.” A finger moved his strands to their correct places and you smoothed the top of his head, trying to tame any flyaways. 

“Thanks, princess.” He smiled and turned back around. 

“Wait.” You were done. Done with the rules, the stupid, arbitrary rules that were never written in stone anyway. It was terrifying, but that was the risk. You could do everything in your power, and he could say no. But he could say yes. 

“I want you to stay - can you stay? Tonight? Is that okay?” Your eyes were begging him to agree. You were so scared he would say no and walk out of your life forever. 

“Yeah,” he kissed your lips casually, “I’ll stay.”

Isn't it delicate?

〚taglist〛

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danny: @loofypoofy

[mykoreanlove]

not the christmas party you had in mind

LEE KNOW AU // OFFICE SETTING

“Just say my name when you’re entering the building. They’re already waiting for you.”

You giggled wholeheartedly as you read your friend’s text. You haven’t seen her in forever, but she hasn’t changed a bit.

Ever since you moved to Seoul gatherings like these became seldom, so you appreciated her inviting you to her work event even more.

You hid your face in your wool scarf as the cold attacked you brutally.

“Finally”, you mumbled as you made it to the company building.

The facility was decorated beautifully. You spotted mellow fairy lights, a big Christmas tree with shiny ornaments and mistle toes hanging from the ceiling. Your eyes wandered to the counter where a couple of employees waited around, joking and laughing about today’s event.

“Hi. I am here with y/besties/n. Does that ring a bell?”

The guy responsible looked up from his computer and took a good look at you – which made you stop in your tracks. Damn, he was attractive.

Light brown hair, parted in the middle with kind eyes and a devious smirk. His blue name tag hung around his neck, but it was too small for you to decipher.

He scanned the list and smiled at you.

“Are you y/n?”

You flashed him your kindest smile and hoped to see him later at the party.

“Yeah, hi.”

He motioned his hand to his colleague: “Please go with her. Enjoy the party.”

Your eyes scanned the room, but your bestie was no where in sight. As you went to get rid of your coat you scanned the area – the people looked nice, but no one piqued your interest quite like he did. You wondered if he would come up later too as you felt a hand grab you by your shoulder.

“Y/N!”, your bestie screamed excitedly. You hugged her tightly and talked for a while.

“Listen, that guy downstairs is hella cute.”

She nodded in response. “Oh my god, right? I thought so, too!”

It felt like hours went by until you finally saw him again. He was dominating the room like a lion – everybody wanted to talk to him, every woman was desperate for his attention.

“He is walking around like he’s fucking half of them; don’t you think?”, your friend whispered in your ear. You felt your chest tighten. She was probably right – even if he was single, he probably would be interested in a couple of women.

The night went by, and you had a blast with your friend. Shots and laughter filled your whole system. A couple of times you caught the guy from downstairs staring at you, but only for a second or two.

“Let’s go. I wanna go home.”

You grabbed her by the shoulders: “One last shot and we go. Come on.”

You motioned her to the bar and found your point of interest lingering there, too. He was holding up a shot glass and pointing it to you.

“We didn’t drink once”, you rolled your eyes at him. He turned around and ordered some more, making his way to you.

“You can’t leave without having a shot with me first.”

He handed you the pink liquor and looked you deeply in the eyes – daring you obey him.

As you gulped it down you felt him whispering in your ear.

“I don’t want you to think that this is some kind of lame pick up line but I gotta tell you.. You are such a beautiful woman. I noticed you right away when you entered the building.”

Butterflies appeared in your stomach as you listened to him complimenting you. You turned your head and whispered in his ear now.

“Thank you. Even though now I’m kinda sad that this wasn’t a pick up line.”

His laughter melted your heart.

“Oh come on, that is a nice thing.”

He held out his hand to you.

“I am Lee Know. Who are you?” You took his hand and shook it confidently.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Lee Know.”

You chatted for a while – about work and interests but got interrupted by your friend who was desperate to go home.

“I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

He smiled sadly.

“Don’t be. There’s always another party. I expect you to be there.” His charms grew on you.

“I can’t just show up, you know? Why don’t you give me your number?”

He entered the digits of his number in your phone and handed it back to you – smiling.

Shortly after, he slung his arms around you and hugged you goodbye.

“Wow, you smell amazing y/n.”

You smirked. Buying that overpriced Burberry perfume definitely paid off.

“Bye Lee Know.”

You followed your friend, feeling excited and giddy on the inside.

“Ah hold on. The boss wants us to show the office’s branch before we leave.”

The boss, a middle-aged guy with golden retriever energy, already waited for you two.

“Welcome, ladies. Ready for our tour?” You walked along the corridors and didn’t think much of it as you asked him about Lee Know.

“Hey, who is the guy that was checking the lists earlier?”

The boss looked at you surprised.

“Oh, you mean Minho?” Confusion cursed through you.

“Minho? No, Lee Know.” He remained silent, which didn’t sit right with you either.

“Ah, Lee Know, right. Actually, he’s my assistant.”

He opened the door to the office and showed you around.

“Here is my place and over there, there’s Lee Know.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Really?”

You looked around – it was a rather boring office set up, so you decided to make it prettier. You grabbed a blue sticky note and scrambled a message on it. You wanted him to remember you.

It was nice meeting you. Even if it was short. Hopefully, we can see each other again. Best, y/n <3

As you made your way out your friend noticed your perfume, too.

“How did I not notice your perfume before? You smell amazing. What is this?” You smiled again.

“Funny enough, Lee Know said the same thing.”

“He did?” His boss’ eyes widened in surprise. Something about his reactions really irked you, irritation flooding you.

“Yeah. He said I smelled nice. Among some other stuff.”

“Like what?”, your friend asked.

“Ehm”, you stumbled, not knowing if you should say this in front of his boss.

“He said that I’m a very beautiful woman and that he noticed me right from the beginning.”

His boss’ face turned cold.

“I can’t believe it. Did he also mention that he is married and the father of a newborn?”

“WHAT?” Your jaw hit the floor.

His boss sighed annoyed.

“Yeah, thought so.”

[autisticlenaluthor]

Music

'When all you wanted was to be wanted, wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now'

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Kara arrives fifteen minutes early. 

She gets dropped off in front of the school by Eliza, and promises her she’ll be okay on her own. Once she’s alone, she crosses the quad by herself.

Earbud strings dangle across Kara’s body as she walks, head down, focused on the leaves and how they crunch beneath her boots. Taylor Swift’s Fearless echos through the tiny speakers and Kara can’t help but drum her fingers against her thigh to the beat.

The air is salty and damp with the smell of fallen leaves. It feels almost like she’s stepped into a painting, with the castle-like brick building in the foreground. It’s surrounded by trimmed hedges and trees with orange branches. Alex has always said private school kids are a different breed. But god, is their world fascinating. 

She finds the meeting spot with relative ease. It’s a round concrete picnic table just off the main path, near the massive lion statue Lena described in her email. Kara sits and plops her backpack beside her, quieting the music on her iPod so she can focus as she takes out her pens and spiral notebook. 

It’s supposed to be a simple project.

Sophomores from Metropolis Tech work with sophomores from the all-girls private school, Spence to clean up parks in the city. The whole thing is worth five extra credit points on her Earth Science final. Five extra credit points Kara desperately needs- because what kind of cruel joke is it to put an alien in Earth Science when they’ve only been on the planet for a year? 

She gets her stuff organized and looks up, freezing when she sees the girl she’s been paired up with standing across the table. For someone with super hearing– spatial awareness does not seem to be a skill Kara possesses. 

“You’re– are you Lena?” She stammers. 

The girl nods. She has raven hair and pale skin like the vampires in the movies Alex forces her to watch. For a second, Kara selfishly wonders if she might be an alien too. She just looks so unlike the other people Kara knows. But Eliza says it’s rude to make assumptions, so Kara quickly tries to suppress those thoughts. Lena would likely perceive being asked about her home planet as a targeted insult. 

“I’m Kara, it’s nice to meet you,” Kara says after a moment. “I like your outfit– you look so professional!”

Lenas brow furrows as she looks down at herself. She’s wearing a grey sweater vest with a blue crest over a white button-down and blue plaid skirt. 

“It’s a uniform,” she says. “We all wear this.” 

“Oh.” 

Kara scans the campus- for the first time noticing all the girls in identical get-ups, all paired with knee-socks and Mary Jane shoes. A few of them wear dresses instead of skirts, one or two with school-branded sweatpants beneath them. Where had they all been five minutes ago, before she’d made a complete fool of herself? 

“So… I was thinking we could go to Glacier Park,” Lena says, breaking the silence. “Most girls go to Central because it’s bigger. But Central is a tourist trap– Glacier Park hardly gets the same environmental attention.” 

She’s quiet, keeping her eyes fixated on her hands as she speaks. But even so, she seems so sure of herself. 

Maybe it’s a private school thing, Kara thinks. The students here are so smart, they don’t need to follow the social rules everyone else seems to abide by. 

“Unless you were thinking something different?” 

“Uh… I guess I hadn’t really thought about it,” Kara admits with a nervous laugh. “My classes and everything have been kinda crazy.” 

Lena nods but doesn’t respond. Kara can’t tell if she’s judging her or if she just doesn’t have anything to say. 

“You know… midterms week. Can you believe they do this every year?” 

She isn’t sure why she keeps talking. In the emails they’ve sent, Lena only ever mentions the project. She doesn’t seem to be the chatty type– the type to care that Kara’s had four exams this week alone and that that’s why she can’t bring herself to be as invested in this whole thing as she should be.

It’s just that Lena is right there and maybe the reason she reminds Kara of aliens is that she may just be the prettiest girl she’s ever met– on Krypton or on Earth. And sure she isn’t talkative but that doesn’t mean Kara can help it either. 

“Yeah,” Lena says, expression blank. 

For a second, Kara freezes. She isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do with that. 

“We um, we should start on the report too,” Lena restarts, as if nothing happened at all. “I brought some articles on pollution levels in the city. I thought it might be easier to get the reading portion out of the way today, so we can focus on the actual cleanup later.”  

“Oh… okay, yeah, that sounds good.” 

\\\\\

They go with Lena’s suggestion and meet at the entrance of Glacier Park.  

Kara gives it her best attempt to look nice for her. Alex says it’s silly– they’re going to be cleaning up garbage all day, so why does she need to look good? But Kara can’t help it.

Lena is clean and elegant and weirdly perfect. And for whatever reason, she seems to know so much more than Kara does. There’s a gap between them and even though they’re strangers, even though they don’t have to be friends (Kara isn’t even sure if she wants to be friends) Kara hates it. She hates how isolating it feels. 

So she does her hair in two braids, and puts on her favorite jeans with the black long-sleeved v-neck that reminds her of Rory Gilmore. It isn’t much but it feels good– feels like she’ll surpass whatever expectation Lena has of her. 

When Kara finds the entrance, Lena is already there waiting for her. She’s standing under the big iron archway, carrying her backpack and the trash grabbers she’s borrowed from the school. 

Kara smiles and waves over at her. 

“Hey!” 

Lena gives a slight smile in return and nods in acknowledgment. 

“You look nice,” she says. She hands a trash pick to Kara who mentally pumps her fist and kicks a leg with excitement. 

“Thank you.” Kara smiles. “So do you.” 

Everything after that feels easy.

They pick up trash in relative silence. Lena stays in the grassy section while Kara cleans the pathway. It’s quiet and simple until it isn’t. 

“Lena Luthor?”

Lena lifts her head and Kara drops the trash bag she’s been holding. Standing a few feet away are two girls around their age. One wears a Spence School Phys ED t-shirt. Lena must know them, Kara figures. 

“How nice of you to help your brother with his community service,” says the one not wearing the Spence shirt. She has a high ponytail and blue Converse sneakers. She reminds Kara of the girls in Bring it On.

“But I don’t think it’s gonna make a real difference, didn’t he get like… what, twenty-five years?” she adds. Her friend– Spence shirt, laughs. 

A crinkle forms between Kara’s eyes and she waits for Lena to react. She’s seen fights like this go down at her own school– groups of bullies ganging up on lower-classmen in the girl’s bathroom or staircase. They always seem to have the upper hand until they push too far. 

But Lena doesn’t do anything. Her face doesn’t change. She just looks straight past them, the same way she does when she speaks to Kara, and says nothing. 

“Hey, be careful with her,” Spence shirt jokes. “She might snap like he did.”

Lena looks down. Her face is red. She grips her trash pick so tight her palms grow sweaty and knuckles turn white, but still, she’s silent. 

So Kara says something. 

She can’t help it– she knows she shouldn’t. But the words slip out, and before she knows it, she’s asking-

“What are you talking about?”

Converse sneakers looks at her like she’s crazy. 

“Lex Luthor,” she says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Ya know– that psycho who’s obsessed with Superman and killed all those people?” 

Kara nods.

“That’s her brother.” 

Kara swallows. 

It feels like being punched in the gut– knocks the wind right out of her. 

And suddenly, she’s back in the living room, watching the TV with the volume off at three in the morning because she couldn’t miss the live reports on her cousin’s condition. Because she needed to know if he was dead or alive. Because she couldn’t cope with losing one more person, and if he died, that meant she had to go to. 

She’s in her closet the night after the attack after hearing a crash in the backyard. It’s raining out. Pouring, thunderous flurries. Eliza said the noise was just branches hitting the window in the storm. But Kara couldn’t believe her. She couldn’t get his face out of her head, trailing the worry that now, he was after her too. 

By the time she finds herself back in reality, the girls are gone and Lena is still looking at her shoes. 

“You can go home,” she says through a forced, wavering smile. “I’ll finish cleaning and write the report. You’ll still get the extra credit.”

This time, it’s Kara’s turn to go quiet. 

This stranger, this girl who she found so pretty and alluring, who she dressed up for, who she emailed with for weeks, is the sister of the very person who wants all of her kind dead. Maybe they don’t have a friendship, but to be acquaintances is still too much. To know her at all is to feel every ounce of hurt and damage her family has inflicted. 

Kara isn’t aware of how tight her jaw has been clenched until she starts to taste blood spouting from the sides of her cheeks. 

She isn't going to put up with this. She isn't going to be around her.

So she does as Lena says-- drops her trash bag, and walks away.

[sheikahwarriork]

Silver snow post war dimileth.

Dimitri married queen Byleth as her prince cosort and is trying his best to support her until his friends and the queen's council drop to him thay he should get into getting her an heir for like yesterday because only a baby would give her reign legitimacy and a proper start of the Eisner Dinasty. SO... now he has to pretend they are doing it for Fodlan and he is not doing it because he is stupidly smitten.

She is kind, strong, intelligent and she could have any man or woman she desired.

And obviously she married him for political reasons... Because who would want the love of a beast like him? So he has to make it as painless and quick as possible? But why would she embrace him? But why does she looks tenderly at him? What does that mean?

He is a dumbass your honor.

They also both suck at communication your honor.

Ps. He obviously survived and married her because obviously all the blue lions survived and lived happily ever after in Silver Snow lalalalalaIAMNOTLISTENING.

SS DIMILETH!! and dimitri being a stubborn dumbass, i love to see it <3

(of course ALL the blue lions survive in SS. what are you even talking about. we dont see gronder so it doesn't happenLALALALA)

you kinda make me want to write a smut one shot with this idea anon 🥺 (BUT NOW I CANT I HAVE TO STUDY FOR MY EXAMS HELP AHHHHH-)

i'll save this prompt for later but meanwhile:

When Dimitri is told he have to give a heir to the Archbishop, to say he's troubled is belittling.

Of course he spent his academy days thinking about it- thinking to start a family with the professor of the Black Eagles, thinking about how sweet and perfect she would be carrying his child(ren) [The Blayddid Breeding Kink™ is always on]- but he always thought it wasn't possible. He didn't deserve her (he does); why would she love him back (she does)?

But now, now his wildest dream came true: he's married to the woman he fell in love with the very moment he first saw her. But at the same time, he knows it's all fake (it isn't), she doesn't love him back (she does, she too fell in love with him years ago), it's all for political reasons (the day Byleth and Dimitri got married was the happiest the Archbishop ever been).

He doesn't deserve her hand, and even less he does deserve to see her giving him child(ren). He knows it's a sinner, to love her in secret and yet under the light of their marriage; he's lying to her, they're married and yet he shouldn't be so happy about it, he shouldn't love her so much. And to give her a heir means... to use her, to lie to her once again; he doesn't have the right to indulge in his feelings, he doesn't have the right to have her, he shouldn't use her, he shouldn't enjoy the idea so much-

But she's watching him with so much tenderness, she's taking his hand with so much care it's like she's afraid to break it (it won't, Dimitri's body is strong, so strong he's the one afraid of breaking her-); and now she's kissing him with so much passion- it's their second kiss, the first a quick bruising lips on their wedding day, to seal their union- and he can't help but reciprocate, he knows he shouldn't- he told himself to be quick and functional, no feelings allowed-

And yet he indulges in her warm, because he's a weak man, no, a weak beast; and now she's dragging him to the bed, never letting him go, like she's afraid he'd disappear- but she must not worry, for Dimitri is a weak beast and does not want to go away- and her kisses become even more passionate and her hands explore his body with more fervor. And as they go on- Dimitri starts to think he's actually died during the war, and this is the afterlife, and the Goddess must be toying with him, all of this can't be real, she's exactly like he always dreamed- he stops in his kissing, and looks her in the eye. "Why?" he whispers, on the verge of tears. "Why are you showing me so much love? A depraved beast as i am, willing to use you for my sinful desires, does not deserve such care, does not deserve your warmth". He's about to move away, when Byleth's hand firmly holds him. "You asked why," she kisses his cheek. "I, too, have sinned," she kisses his nose. "I should have kissed you earlier," she kisses his damaged eye. "I should have shown earlier how much I love you," she kisses his lips. "I've sinned to you. I should have been more honest. But allow me to fix it".

A part of Dimitri wants to answer back- the part that keeps reminding him he's but a beast- but Byleth is looking at him with so much desire and not a hint of lies- she was never good at lying- and how could he refuse a direct request from his Goddess?

"As you wish, my beloved."

Texts from the time say the Archbishop Byleth and her husband Dimitri were blessed with many children, and that they both always smiled when looking at each other, desperately in love.

woooo anon i wasnt planning to write so much (I HAVE TO GO STUDY HELP) but thank you so much for the idea, i really needed to write those two dumbasses 🥺💙💚 (also sorry for the late reply, as i said i don't have much time lately bc uni is killing me and that is also the reason why i haven't updated my Azure Moon fic T__T being yuzu is suffering)

i hope you liked it, and again thank you <3 anons that drop dimileth ideas in my inbox are all my beloveds :3

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

remember this guy? I finally found a design for him I really like :D

More designs, a poll, and also some lore under the cut

Some less polished, alternate versions :)

if you like the brown leather armor more than blue lemme know

ok so here are a few things!

First, he’s very colorful now! This is because he’s a member of the nobility, and, being rich, he can afford color! It’s also kinda an unofficial sign of status.

he honestly doesn’t wear it for this reason, although he’s aware of what bright colors imply (to an extent). He just really likes colors XD

second, most everyone has long hair in this culture. Shorter hair is a sign of, well, slavery (which is, sadly, a thing; it’s been recently made illegal but the law is not well enforced… for reasons)

men wear their hair down and women typically cover theirs. It doesn’t need to be fully covered, although richer women usually prefer this.

I totally didn’t make all this up bc I wanted to give all my guy characters long hair XD

someday I’ll get around to posting actual official character posts or smth but for now I can’t even decide this poor kid’s name…

I could use some help so here are some ideas I’ve got

(if you wanna know more abt what kind of names I’m looking for, look below the poll)

ok sooo

I’m looking for something old and potentially Celtic? But I honestly don’t love any of these… none of them quite fit…

this guy is very joyful and bright, a bit goofy and very determined to keep everyone’s spirits up. He’s definitely a bit idealistic and naive, and he’s kinda a free spirit! He finds the world beautiful and wonderful, and kindaaa ignores flaws a bit too much. One of the key things he has to learn during the story is responsibility and duty.

So if anyone has a name that evokes that (zero pressure lol) I would be endlessly grateful

a random fact about my story: no matter what happens, I am determined to find a way to include mountain lions.

[sundove88]

DBZ: Waves of Freedom Chapter 3: Making Waves

After work that very day, Vegeta made his way down to the water and immediately perched on the rocky outcrop where he and Goku often had their conversations. As soon as he set foot on the smooth stones that dotted this little part of the beach, a few other merpeople besides the citrus tailed merman where beside him. “Wha- Where did you come from?!”, Vegeta shouted, unable to contain his surprise. “Vegeta, I’d like you to meet some of my family and friends.”, replied Goku as he perched on the rock next to his best buddy. “Well, if you hadn’t noticed, by know, I’m Chi Chi, Goku’s wife, to be exact!”, replied the arowana tailed mermaid as Gohan and Goten surfaced alongside her. As the others came forward and perched on the rocks in their own ways, Vegeta saw how diverse the world of merpeople could be- from Krillin’s weedy seadragon traits to help him hide within the kelp, Yamcha’s octopus tentacles to help him reach into tight spaces, Tien’s koi fins to help him slice through the water, Android 17’s dolphin instincts to help him find lost sailors, Android 18’s lion fish spines to protect her family, and so on, so forth.

It was then that he noticed Bulma and blushed at the sight- her blue hair that matched the seawater to an uncanny extent, and her blue tang inspired tail that sparkled with a radiant pearly finish. But the most beautiful thing about her wasn’t her tail, or her shiny turquoise circuit inspired top, or her aquamarine colored eyes. It was her heart that refused to waver in the face of adversity, and to care for her young son Trunks, who she had brought home from an orphanage under her metaphorical wing. “I see you now realize you feel right at home with us, eh?”, Bulma said as she let her son flick his Siamese fighting fish tail playfully at Vegeta’s face, seawater splashing onto his skin. But that made Vegeta remember something very important- and it wasn’t good. “Now, I don’t want you all to be angry at me, but… I have to attend a work banquet tonight.”, he said as everyone’s jaws dropped in shock. “WHAT?!”, they said in unison.

“Yeah… and it’s apparently to raise funds for the company’s efforts into quote unquote ‘Protecting the Environment’, which Empire Drilling does anything BUT.”, Vegeta replied with a sigh. “But I promise to swim with Kakarot tonight, and even if it takes sneaking out of the work banquet, I’d do anything to get out of that blasted company.”, the young employee said, taking out something from his shirt pocket. In his hands was a lifelike water Lily hairpin, from the petals to the leaves, all elements of it were handcrafted to replicate the look of a beautiful blossom on the water. “Kakarot, this belonged to my mother- I want you to have this. That way you can always think of me even when I’m at work.”, Vegeta said as he placed the hairpin into the merman’s hands. “Aww, Vegeta! You shouldn’t have! And I’ve got something for you as well!”, Goku replied, nudging Chi Chi as she presented a bracelet made from part of an old fishing net, decorated with pearls, shells, and pieces of coral from beneath the waves. “A bracelet like this one is something that merpeople give to show their friendship, kinda like you land dwellers.”, Gohan said as Vegeta placed the bracelet on his wrist, feeling the rough texture of the net and the smoothness of the pearls and shells. He smiled, genuinely touched by the gesture. “Thanks, Kakarot. I’ve gotta get ready for the work banquet, but I promise that I’ll swim with you!”, Vegeta replied as he hurried back to his apartment, smiling.

That night, the work banquet was in full swing as the chatter of work patrons filled the air, and talk of work and the newest opportunities for the company’s newest employees stifled the stuffy atmosphere even more. Vegeta stood at the edge of the hall where the banquet was being held, his black and white suit feeling like a restriction from the freedom that was right in front of his face- the ocean. “What’s wrong, Vegeta? Cat got yer tongue?”, replied Jeice as he passed by the melancholy young man in his red tuxedo, staring bitterly at the water in front of him. “Nevermind what I want.”, replied Vegeta as he gazed out to sea. Guldo, Recoome, Burter, and Ginyu tried to get through to him and strike up a conversation, but there was no trying to sway him. He remembered his promise to Goku, and he was determined to keep it. I’d better sneak away now, while everyone else is busy chatting like there’s no tomorrow., he thought to himself. As soon as he got the chance he dashed away from the hall the party was being held and ran towards his apartment building. And immediately after changing into his much more comfortable swim trunks (Which he hadn’t worn in a while), he raced down to the ocean and saw Goku on the rocks, as if he were waiting for him.

“Ready to go, Best buddy?”, Goku replied, his tail flicking droplets of water into the evening air. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Kakarot.”, Vegeta replied as he waded into the cool ocean water, lapping up against his skin and sending shivers up his spine. “It’s ok. Just let the water embrace you, and you’ll be fine.”, Goku replied as he helped Vegeta into the water. Before he knew it, they both dove into the water, the cool waters enveloping them. Vegeta felt an immediate sense of freedom as he swam beside Goku. The water was alive with color, illuminated by the moonlight that filtered down from the surface. It took a while for Vegeta to catch up with his fishy companion, but when he finally did, he was treated to something he had never before experienced. With his own eyes, he experienced a sensory overload- the good kind, as he looked down at the corals that made up the reefs and the fish that dwelled within their crevices and the various species that called this part of the ocean home. “Look over there, Vegeta! That’s a school of convict tangs. And those are angelfish. Aren’t they beautiful?” Goku explained as he pointed out some of the species on the reef. Vegeta’s eyes widened in awe as a sea turtle gracefully swam by, its chocolate colored shell glinting in the light. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the turtle’s smooth surface. A flame angelfish tagged along, its vibrant red scales glimmering in the moonlit water as he gave kisses to the land dweller before swimming away, while a mandarin dragonet swam by and tickled one of his legs. Even a school of Pajama Cardinalfish thought he was a local merman, even going as far as to make themselves at home in his vicinity.

As they continued deeper into the reef, the marine life began to approach the young land dweller and sense the kindness within him. A clownfish swam through Vegeta’s spiky dark hair, mistaking it for an anemone of sorts. “Hehe! He just wants to say hi.”, Goku replied, allowing the small clownfish to swim towards his anemone home. As they continued their swim, Vegeta could see that the marine life were friendly towards him, even though he didn’t have a fishtail. A small seahorse drifted towards him and latched onto his finger for a bit, a normally timid octopus worked up the courage to emerge from its den and perch on his shoulder, and even a pod of dolphins swam around him, sensing his kind and caring nature. “They can sense your compassion.”, Goku explained as the baby bottlenose nudged Vegeta, making him smile even more. And alongside the colorful marine life and the beautiful coral reefs, the duo also came across ancient ruins with secrets untold, forests of kelp that seemed to reach the sky, and shipwrecks that held treasures from times of old. After quite a bit of swimming, the two boys headed back towards the land, exhausted yet happy after their journey through the coral reef. “You know, Kakarot? I’ve got something to say to you.”, Vegeta replied as they neared the shore. “What would that be?”, asked Goku, always open and thoughtful. “I wanna stay with you- I wanna be part of this world from now on.” Vegeta said as he climbed up onto the sand, the feeling of a natural sugar scrub beneath his feet. “I like that a lot, Vegeta.”, the orange tailed merman said as he perched next to his land bound companion. “And I have a… request for you.”, said Vegeta as he dried himself off. “What would that be? Just get it off your chest if you can.”, Goku replied. Vegeta took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision but also the excitement of a new beginning.

“Can you… turn me into… a merman?”

[fleouriarts]

posting ocs on this account for the first time in forever... and making NEW ocs for the first time in forever too. please welcome my new funny animals

heights on the pic are measured from top of the skull (so not including hair or ears)

more info about everyone below the cut

JAMIE NAM: banded linsang. 19. he/him tboy. animation student. he is a nervous wreck and kind of a cringe failboy but by god he's trying his best

SANTIAGO FLORES: sheep. 20. he/him cis dude. fine arts student. absolute sweetheart with a huge family who's been dating jamie for only a few months before the inciting incident of the story (detailed below)

JOHNNY DEAN CLANTON: red appaloosa horse. 21. she/her cis butch. worked on her family's chicken/various other birds farm for a year after high school, then decided to just be a "free spirit" living out of her van and doing odd manual labor jobs for people. she's also an absolute player (with a thing for small carnivores in particular)

NULL: blue point siamese cat. 20. they/them agender. chemistry student and pawblix (furry version of publix) cashier. they are actually friends with people, but they're also great at lying and generally pretending to get along with people they hate. needs a smoke break

ARGYLE LANCASTER: lion. 21. he/him cis dude. engineering student who burnt out and decided to go into fashion design instead. chill and agreeable to a fault, he will go with whoever else's flow even if it ends up hurting him (or someone else)

the general gist of this story is that everyone here except for santiago knew each other in high school. jamie is childhood friends with johnny, johnny is friends with null, and null is friends with argyle. jamie gets introduced to null through johnny, then gets introduced to argyle through null. jamie is immediately smitten and has a crush on argyle for months

at the end of jamie's junior year/argyle's senior year, jamie finally asks argyle out. argyle says yes, but he's really not that into jamie, he just wants to see what will happen (... and also feels bad for him). over the course of the summer it becomes clear to argyle that this relationship cannot last but he keeps putting off on breaking up with jamie. finally, the day before argyle moves across the country to go to college, he admits to jamie that he was kinda dating him out of pity and breaks up with him. jamie, understandably, loses his fucking mind, blocks argyle on everything after he leaves, and proceeds to have the worst senior year of all time

flash forward a few years. jamie is now a sophomore in college in an animation program. he's got a new beautiful sheep boyfriend named santiago. null, who was only really an acquaintance before, goes to the same college as them and they become better friends. johnny isn't always in town but they still hang out on the regular. jamie is still mad at argyle, because why wouldn't he be, but there's enough good in his life that he doesn't have to focus on his one bad high school relationship

... until argyle, dropping out of his ruthless engineering program, decides to transfer back home. to jamie and co's college. now BOTH of them have to deal with feelings that have built over the past three years as seeing each other becomes almost unavoidable. jamie has to grapple with the fact that he can't be mad at argyle forever, and argyle is forced to actually deal with the fact that he hurt someone like that instead of just hoping they've gotten over it

... ok wow i did not expect to type that much. i scripted a comic of jamie seeing argyle for the first time in three years in a frenzy a few weeks ago, and i've been telling myself that i HAVE to do a longer comic (and by longer i mean like. more than 3 pages) with my ocs this year, so hopefully i'll start working on that soon. i'm also gonna make a separate Lore Post about my furryverse because there's some silly stuff i've come up with for it. anyway ENJOY

[raspberryfingers]

A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part Eleven)

Just a small note, I’ve been kinda wanting to add dress reference pictures, so I decided to just link some stuff and describe my personal modifications. But feel free to envision the dresses however you want! Ultimately I’m just trying to provide some Tyrell flair for y’all🫶

ALSO! I wrote the dance scene with Waltz No. 2 in mind if you guys want something to picture it with :)

WARNINGS: Death, poisoning

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Margaery’s wedding had finally arrived, and it had been a week and a half since I’d kissed Tywin Lannister for the first time.

Since then, we’d both grown naturally busy with wedding planning and such, and so I hadn’t seen much of him. Though, the most recent encounter we’d had made my heart race.

We’d seen each other while walking in the halls, and I’d smiled at him. Nobody else had been around, and so he smiled back. Not only that, but he reached for my arm and pulled me in, kissing me passionately before instantly continuing on to wherever he’d been going. I had stood there speechless, shocked, and overjoyed for quite some time. Tywin Lannister certainly knew how to make a woman’s heart pound.

But I felt excited, as I knew I’d see plenty of him today at the wedding. And gods, now that I knew he reciprocated my feelings, I somehow found myself trying even harder to dress nicely. I was wearing a cream dress that had pink, blue, and green flowers all along the skirt, with the fabric at the top merely going up and over my chest in two wide pieces of fabric. It left a gap between my breasts, and highlighted the gorgeous necklace I was wearing.

It was a necklace that had appeared in my room during the last week, and I knew it was not from any of my family, for they most assuredly would’ve asked how I like it. I had a feeling Tywin hoped to see me wear it today.

“(Y/N), come and stop fixing your dress, Lord Tywin will think it looks nice no matter what. We’ll go together, I want to get there early,” my grandmother remarked, watching me adjust my dress in the mirror. I sighed, shaking my head.

“You need to leave me alone about Lord Tywin, I’ll continue to insist that there’s nothing between us,” I lied, though knowing she was right about not needing to keep fixing the gown.

“If you say so, dearest.”

The ride to the sept was uneventful, besides my grandmother commenting that if Tywin complained about the decorations she’d smack him over the head. That image had truly made me laugh.

When we arrived though, it was so extravagant I honestly wouldn’t have blamed Tywin for being upset.

The inside was already filled with hundreds of people, many that I’d met and more that I hadn’t. It never ceased to make me wonder how many truly ‘noble’ people existed.

However, there was only one I was searching for, and I felt content upon seeing him. Tywin was in a black coat that had golden lion designs at the bottom of the coat and on the lapel of it. He looked as wealthy as he was.

My grandmother and I made our way to the front of the sept, and she of course noticed me staring at Tywin.

“Oh go on then, go and talk to him. You’re annoying to be around when you haven’t,” she teased, scoffing as I laughed and walked over to him.

“Hello, Lord Tywin,” I greeted as I came up behind him, placing a hand on his back. He turned toward me and gave me his ‘look.’

“Lady (Y/N), you look lovely,” he said with a gentle nod.

“And you look quite handsome, Lord Tywin.”

“Thank you.”

We couldn’t hold back our smiles anymore.

“Tywin, my father received a letter yesterday. Do you want to guess what it said?” I asked, raising both of my eyebrows at him. He only raised one in return, which meant he was just waiting for me to get it out.

“Walder Frey wrote that his eldest son died of what the maesters think was a ‘heart attack’ but aren’t sure, and that he can no longer marry me. The next oldest son he has is only five,” I said with a smile, knowing all too well what had happened.

Tywin looked around, and then let his thumb and pointer finger come to my chin.

“I told you I’d never let another man have you, didn’t I?” He whispered, leaning in towards my ear. I felt my face go hot, as I certainly was not used to having anyone be so protective—or possessive—of me.

“I didn’t doubt you, Tywin.”

“Good. That’s the last thing you should ever do.”

—————

Tywin and Olenna found themselves walking together after the ceremony, and just as Olenna had expected, Tywin had done nothing but complain about needing to spend his money on it.

“People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for very long,” he commented, shaking his head at her.

“You ought to try enjoying something before you die, you might find it suits you,” Olenna shot back, making him laugh.

“Ha! And what do you suggest I try enjoying?” He asked sarcastically, finding the conversation to be relatively useless and bothersome. He was grateful that conversations with you were never this bothersome. Though, there was some measure he enjoyed when talking to the Queen of Thorns. At least she wasn’t stupid like nearly everyone else he knew.

“My granddaughter, for a start,” she said, not one for holding back.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me correctly, Lord Tywin.”

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Lady Olenna, but frankly I find it to be offensive. Your granddaughter is a lovely woman, however-“

“Oh Lord Tywin, please. I know my granddaughter well, and she’s not acted this way with a man ever in her life. And, I know men like you well. It’s all politics for you, which means that if you have such a fondness for my granddaughter, it’s more than a ‘friendship.’”

“Lady Olenna, I respect you, however, I have no romantic feelings towards your granddaughter, nor will I,” he lied, wondering if she’d let him get away with it. No was probably to be the answer.

“My granddaughter sounds just like you. Perhaps if I was stupider I’d let it be and accept that you two are not harboring anything, however, I know what lies sound like on a man’s tongue, Tywin. This was fun at first, but be honest with me. Have you bedded my granddaughter? I don’t care if you say yes, but I do need to know. There are certain measures I must take to ensure that rumors don’t spread,” Olenna said pointedly, watching the surprise settle in his eyes. Tywin shook his head.

“I’ll be honest with you, Lady Olenna. But know that if you chose to ruin your granddaughter's happiness—along with mine—for political advantages, I will not be forgiving,” he told her sharply. He wanted to trust that Olenna knew better, but trusting people was always a mistake to begin with. And, if he was honest, it was more about you than anything. He did not desire to know what Cersei might say or attempt to do to you should she find out.

“Ah, so I was correct in my assumptions about the two of you, how surprising. I am aware, Lord Tywin. I do not seek to tear my granddaughter down, only to ensure her safety and security,” Olenna assured with a satisfied smile. She knew she had been right, but letting Tywin prove it made her even happier.

“I am ensuring both of those things. Regardless, I have not bedded your granddaughter. Though more than a friendship, we have remained innocent. The most I have done is kiss her.”

Olenna laughed rather loudly, looking over at Tywin with a bewildered, curious expression, almost as if trying to figure him out.

“And so there is a lion in the garden. He has tasted its fruits, but when will he lay in its shade?”

“What kind of poetic nonsense is that supposed to be?”

Olenna smiled and looked down for a moment before fixing her gaze upon the man next to her.

“The most you have done is kiss her, Lord Tywin, but someday you will kiss her and that will not be enough. Eventually you will share her bed, rest assured.”

“If it pleases her, then yes, I hope to. Get to the point, you’re not the only person I intend to speak with at this dreadful feast,” he said, more than anything wanting the topic of conversation to switch. The last thing he wanted was to discuss with your grandmother just how badly he desired to take you. He feared he would not be able to prevent her from extracting the information should she truly want to know the extent of his lust for you.

“Do you intend to marry my granddaughter?”

Tywin looked over in surprise, mouth nearly falling. He certainly had not expected that.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Do you intend to marry my granddaughter? I’m no fool, Lord Tywin, I’m well aware that Walder Frey’s son did not mysteriously die in his sleep. Either you are simply possessive and desire to control her, or you have genuine affection for (Y/N) and intend to marry her at some point.”

He stayed quiet for a moment and contemplated, especially taking into account what the two of you had discussed after your first kiss.

“I would marry her, if she wished. But our… liaison is young. I’m certain you understand that my marriage to her—from anyone's perspective—could not disguise itself as a political one. If I marry her, it’ll most assuredly be because I wish to spend the rest of my short life with her. I desire to take my time figuring out if my feelings for her, and her feelings for me, are strong enough to warrant such a bond. Especially because I am so much older than she is. It would be selfish to ignore the fact that I might take much of her life and her future from her.”

“Of course. I’m not asking you to marry her tomorrow, Tywin. All I will ask of you is that, given your views on it, once you do decide to bed her that you will propose shortly afterwards,” she said, not wanting to watch the man turn her granddaughter into some sort of whore. Of course, Tywin would never intend to do that to you, but nonetheless, men failed to acknowledge certain aspects of reputation. Either way, Tywin paused and thought about what Olenna was asking.

“Very well, Olenna. I will propose once I ‘lie in the shade,’ as you say.”

She just laughed and linked her arm with his.

“The Great Lion of the Rock and the Nightshade of the Garden, what a match.”

—————

Joffrey’s feast was grand, and I found myself wondering how my grandmother had managed to acquire funds for the event. Of course, I knew better, but this was truly something. I’d never seen so much food or so many entertainers.

And of course, I’d never seen so many nobles. I’d already made my rounds, having said hello to Prince Oberyn and Ellaria Sand. He’d given me a slight nod, which meant everything was ready.

Currently, I was finishing my meal. I sat beside my grandmother and father, who was not speaking to me. I wondered if he blamed me for the death of Walder Frey’s son, somehow. Maybe it was my fault. Either way, why would I settle for a son of Walder Frey when Tywin Lannister wanted me?

And speaking of Tywin, I found myself making eye contact with him repeatedly. He was making his own rounds right now, but he would continually look up at me. Whenever he did, I felt my heart skip and a smile tug at my lips. There was something so fun about sneaking around with him, something so delightful about knowing that our love was only for us, and no one else.

He looked so handsome today too, and I was only able to drag my eyes away from him when I heard my sister banging on her cup.

“Let the band come out now! It’s time for dancing!” She announced with a smile, looking over at Joffrey and taking his hand in hers as she sat back down. He gave her a smile as she did. My sister truly was talented, somehow getting Joffrey to like her.

Everyone clapped as the band emerged, and they began to play some random folk song. Several couples got up, enjoying the lively music as others cheered them on. I did not know this dance, but I found myself hoping perhaps they’d play something I knew so I could ask Tywin to dance.

Though, if I was honest, I didn’t think myself brave enough to ask him, partly because I feared he might say no or think it too risky to do in front of so many people.

Nonetheless, I did want to dance at some point, no matter who it was with. Both Margaery and I were quite skilled dancers, and so I naturally assumed her and Joffrey would take to the floor. Well, perhaps. I secretly prayed they wouldn’t, I feared it might end badly.

Suddenly, I watched Oberyn make his way towards the tables. Joffrey gave him a judgemental look, as if wondering why he was being approached by Oberyn Martell of all people. My sister seemed confused too, but she smiled nonetheless.

“My king, my queen. I have come to offer this chalice, so the two of you might drink together for many happy years,” he said, placing the beautiful cup at their table.

“Thank you… Prince Oberyn,” Joffrey said with annoyance clear in his tone. Margaery smiled.

“It is a most generous gift, your grace,” she replied. Meanwhile, I watched Oberyn reach for Joffrey’s cup.

“Perhaps you might even use it for as fine a wine as this,” he said, lifting it to his nose and inhaling. Joffrey clearly looked disgusted, but said nothing. As Oberyn set it back down, he placed his hand on top, and I knew the deed was done.

“I will not bother your grace further, I wish joy to both of you,” he said, smiling and leaving them. I watched him sit down at his table again, and when he looked at me, I let out an exhale. My grandmother looked over, knowing just as well as I did that it would be a successful endeavor.

“You know, I do hope your sister takes to the floor before dessert is served, it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen her dance. Or you, for that matter,” my grandmother said softly, watching the band wrap up their current song.

“Perhaps she will, if the king can be convinced,” I said, looking over at the couple. Margaery looked like she wanted to dance, and Joffrey had not perceived that yet.

“Do you think he’s a good dancer?” My grandmother joked quietly. I couldn’t help but laugh, looking over at her and placing a hand over my mouth. She merely smiled, and we focused on Margaery and Joffrey again as a new song began to play. This one I knew, and was rather fond of, though I did not think it would be appropriate to go ask Tywin right now, as Margaery was attempting to convince the king.

“Come my love, let us dance,” she whispered excitedly. He looked as if he was actually considering it, but he suddenly sat up straight and focused a bewildered gaze on me.

My heart stopped. Why was he looking at me like that?

“Perhaps we ought to wait for the next dance, wife. I want to see this,” he whispered.

Margaery looked over at me too, and she also looked shocked, but a smile began to emerge on her face. In my state of extreme confusion, I felt a small tap from my grandmother, and I turned to look at her.

As I did, however, I found Tywin standing directly in front of me on the opposite side of the table. He had a hand extended out, and a sly look on his face.

“Lady (Y/N), this dance?”

I looked up at him and gaped slightly, but I swallowed and nodded.

“Certainly, my lord,” I replied, reaching for his hand and standing. I made my way around the table, still with my hand in his, and as we made our way to the dance floor I couldn’t help noticing that everyone was staring.

And I was not exaggerating, either. It seemed all the nobles present had quieted down, and they were all staring at us. It appeared that everyone was shocked, and somewhat curious, to see Tywin Lannister dance.

When I looked over at Cersei, Tyrion, and Tommen, they all seemed surprised too. Cersei looked furious more than anything, but I watched Tommen and Tyrion share a look of well, almost excitement. Even King Joffrey was somewhat shocked, and I watched Margaery smile as they whispered to each other.

As Tywin and I reached the dance floor, and I placed one hand on his shoulder, and he placed mine on my waist, I finally met his eyes.

“Everyone is staring at us, Tywin.”

“Good. I want them to see this. To see how beautiful you look, and know that only I get to dance with you,” he whispered, pulling me in a bit closer. It made my cheeks heat, as the last time we’d been in this position he’d kissed me.

The band started up again, and he smiled with his eyes. Slowly, we began to move with the music, and Tywin was far more graceful than I’d ever expected. As we began to float across the floor, he moved as if he was 20.

“When was the last time you’ve done this dance?” I whispered teasingly, making him smile softly as our other hands met and he spun me so my back met his chest, our arms crossed over each other. After that, he did the same thing again but in the other direction. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and he spoke low in my ear.

“It doesn’t matter when if I dance better than you.”

I let out an ‘offended’ gasp, and then began to laugh as he untangled me from his arms and extended me outwards. We stepped into each other and then stepped back again, our hands remaining intertwined the entire time.

He lifted his hand then, and I slowly circled him as I held onto his hand. When I finished my rotation, we came back to a regular waltz position and we continued to glide around the floor.

“You’re not dancing better than I am, old man,” I shot back, watching his eyebrows raise in pretend shock.

“Old man? You’re going to regret that,” he said quietly, making me smile.

“I hope I do.”

He spun me as we waltzed, and my dress cascaded out beneath me. I was suddenly very grateful I’d picked this one out, as it certainly flattered my figure while dancing.

We continued to make our way around the floor, and his eyes were filled with such a deep fondness. To everyone in the crowd, he most certainly looked just as he always did, but I’d come to learn the small variations in his looks.

We transitioned into the next portion, splitting apart and positioning our arms behind our backs. We stepped into each other, opposite shoulders brushing before stepping away again. We repeated it facing the other way, before finally joining hands and pulling into each other directly. I was rather fond of this dance because though many steps were repeated, there were many small variations that always made it fun.

Again, we began to move around the floor in proper position, but in accordance with the violin, we began to spin a bit faster. Tywin extended his arm and pushed me out to his side, my dress swooshing as he pulled me back in and continued to spin.

It must’ve been a year or more since I’d last done this dance, but the steps came easily, and rather perfectly to my great relief. I was certain we at least looked good, for nobody else was dancing, only watching us.

I now broke out of Tywin’s arms, merely holding one hand as we moved forward and he twirled me three times, his other hand behind his back. As we approached the steps, we turned around and used our opposite hands, and he now twirled me thrice again.

I was thankfully not dizzy when we circled the floor once more, and I saw Tywin beginning to smile.

“What?”

“You truly do dance wonderfully.”

“You lead wonderfully.”

He truly smiled now before we began repeating our earlier steps. He, again, spun me into his chest and crossed his arms over me before doing it again the other way. Then of course, we grabbed both of each other's hands and stepped in and out twice.

We reached the slower portion of the song, and now we pushed one of our hands and forearms together, slowly circling each other twice. My hand was behind my back, and so was his. It was regrettable, because I longed to reach out and touch his face.

We circled each other the other way now, and it was so intimate I forgot there was a crowd watching. The sun was shining in his eyes, and for once he truly just looked happy.

We finally reached for both of each other's hands, slowly moving into each other and letting our opposite shoulders touch each other. Tywin’s face came to my neck, and we were so close I felt his stubble brush against my jawline.

“Do you think people will make comments about this?” I asked quietly.

“Let them, I don’t care. If I want to dance with you I’m going to, their whispers won’t bother me. It’s not as if I’m kissing you in front of them all,” he whispered back, stopping as he pulled away and continuing as his face came to the other side of mine.

“I don’t think you’ve danced publicly since you were a young man,” I guessed, not able to recall any stories of it.

“Correct. The last time I danced publicly was with Joanna,” he remarked, placing his hand back on my waist and letting our intertwined hands lift up again.

I looked up at him and gaped slightly. Was he insane?

“And you don’t think this will cause something close to an absolute scandal?”

“It probably will, but it’s not important to me. Let them speculate all they want, they don’t have any proof. Nor will they. You’re mine, and mine alone, (Y/N). Nobody gets to take that from us,” he said, leaning in and practically whispering right into my ear.

I swallowed, and when he pulled back there was a sly grin on his face. He was feeling rather bold, it seemed.

We were about to start our last round of waltzing, but I then realized that normally this part of the song included a lift. When we began to actually glide, I raised an eyebrow at him.

Would he dare?

He displayed the largest grin he’d shown in public for many years, and as the music was picked up, so was I.

Both of his hands held my waist, and for once, I was looking down at him. He was still smiling, and I found that I was too. It almost seemed to be happening in slow motion, and the moment felt so perfect I felt like a child again, reading books about princesses and fairy tales.

Yes, my sister was becoming the queen today, but would Joffrey lift her like Tywin had lifted me? Would Joffrey give his blanket to her in the cold? Hold her in his arms as she cried? Would Joffrey kiss her with the same passion and true love that Tywin had kissed me with that day?

The answer, of course, was no. My sister had taken the crown, but I truly felt a thousand times more lucky than her. The practically coldest, most ruthless man in all seven kingdoms was dancing with me, and he was smiling as he lifted me into the air.

As I came back down, we were both unable to stop smiling.

“Do you still think I'm just an old man?” He muttered, making me laugh genuinely and shake my head. We were still dancing, but I hardly noticed as I stared at him.

“You make me feel so lucky, Tywin,” I whispered, moving the hand on his shoulder to cup his cheek.

“Good. It’s only right of me to make sure you feel the same way I do.”

The song was about to end, and I was still smiling as Tywin held me in his arms and dipped me down. People began to applaud us, and when I stood up straight I saw clearly just how many people seemed shocked.

I glanced up at Tywin to find that his eyes were already on me, and that the crowd did not phase him. He offered me his arm and began to escort me back to my table, but we were stopped by Joffrey.

“Grandfather!”

Tywin and I paused, looking at Joffrey who was smiling brightly. I was certain this would not go well.

“Grandfather, why didn’t you tell me you could dance?” He asked, leaning forward and playing with one of his rings.

“It was not topical, your grace,” Tywin replied rather matter of factly.

“You danced wonderfully, my lord, and so did you, sister,” Margaery said, smiling over at Joffrey before looking at us. I was grateful she did not allow the conversation to become awkward.

“Thank you, your grace,” Tywin said to her, bowing slightly and then getting me back to my table. He pulled out my chair for me, and once I’d sat down, he kissed my hand.

“Thank you for the dance, Lady (Y/N), I enjoyed it very much,” he said softly, to which I smiled.

“Of course, Lord Tywin.”

I watched him make his way across the steps to his own chair, and then turned over to my grandmother who could not look at me seriously. I did not know she was already aware of my relationship with Tywin.

“Oh stop it, grandmother. It’s just a dance.”

“Yes, and Tywin Lannister has not danced since he was courting his wife.”

I simply shook my head and watched her smile and look away.

“(Y/N), what just happened?” My father asked, leaning forward to speak to me. I wanted to sigh, of course that had prompted him to speak.

“Lord Tywin asked me to dance, father. It would’ve been rude to decline,” I replied, watching his confused face. It seemed as if he was trying to figure something out, and I prayed he wouldn’t detect my feelings for Tywin, because that would certainly be my downfall.

Several more songs played, and my sister joined Joffrey for one of them. He managed not to make a fool of himself, but it was clear that Margaery was far more skilled. It made me proud of her, and slightly emotional. My little sister was truly grown up now, married and everything.

Though, she wouldn’t be for much longer, and I was reminded of that upon watching the ‘dwarf’ show that Joffrey had requested for the feast. I was certainly glad Sansa and Loras weren’t here, especially because the way they portrayed Renly was horrible.

“This is horrendous,” my grandmother whispered, watching the ‘rendition’ of the war of the five kings. Of course, they did not portray me negotiating with Robb Stark. Instead, ‘Joffrey’ was so brave and powerful that Robb Stark cowardly went back to Winterfell.

I’d looked over at Tywin during that part, and he’d looked even more furious than he had during the rest of it. Though, if I was honest, I had no desire to be a part of that dreadful little play in any capacity.

When it was over, I felt relieved.

But no, it did not end there, for how could it? Joffrey decided to tease his uncle, and I felt utterly ashamed of the king.

I, along with every person there, watched Joffrey pick up his current glass and saunter over to Tyrion. I was infuriated as I watched him pour it on his head.

“A fine vintage, shame that it spilled,” Tyrion said in an attempt to diffuse the situation. My grandmother reached for my hand under the table as a silent reassurance that by the end of the day, things like this would never happen again.

“It did not spill,” Joffrey replied angrily.

“My love, come back to me, it’s time for my fathers toast,” Margaery said, trying to make all of it stop. I hoped she’d be able to, for nobody else would.

“Well how am I supposed to toast without wine? Uncle, you can be my cupbearer, seeing as you’re too cowardly to fight,” Joffrey said with a wicked grin. I had to hold back a sigh at how painful this was to watch.

“Your grace does me a great honor,” Tyrion said, preparing himself mentally for whatever humiliation might ensue.

“It’s not meant as an honor.”

Tyrion slowly got out of his chair and made his way around the table to take Joffrey’s cup, but Joffrey merely dropped it before him.

When Tyrion went to pick it up, Joffrey kicked it under the table.

“Bring me my goblet,” he sneered, watching Tyrion crawl under the table. All the Lannisters watched awkwardly as Tyrion searched for it, and so did all the nobles present.

When he found it and presented it to Joffrey, it continued to get worse.

“What good is an empty cup? Fill it for me,” he demanded.

“Your grace, you have another cup of wine over there,” Tyrion reminded, motioning to the dessert glass.

“That’s for dessert. I want you to refill this cup,” Joffrey scowled.

Tyrion defeatedly refilled the cup and extended it out to Joffrey. That was when things got tense, as Joffrey continued to demand that Tyrion kneel. When he did not, we all became increasingly uncomfortable.

“My love! The pie is here!” Margaery announced, and we all watched as Joffrey turned and laid his eyes upon the absolutely massive pie. I’d never been so grateful for my sister. We all stood in preparation of Joffrey cutting it.

First though, he sneered at Tyrion and snatched the cup from him, handing it to Margaery.

“My queen,” he addressed, unsheathing his sword and approaching the pie. Without any hesitation, he raised the sword and brought it down harshly. Doves flew from the cake, and everyone gasped and applauded.

When I looked over, I even saw Tywin smile at the display. Well, after witnessing what had just happened, anything nice was worth smiling at in my opinion.

Slices were served, and I watched as Margaery fed Joffrey. There was a look of contemplation on his face, and I felt dread fill me.

“Uncle!”

When Joffrey turned around, Tyrion was attempting to leave the feast. Oh gods.

“Where are you going?”

“I wanted to change out of these wet clothes, your grace,” he excused.

“No, no you’re perfect just as you are. Serve me my wine,” Joffrey demanded, taking another bite of the pie.

Tyrion awkwardly went around the table and reached for the cup he’d just filled, but no.

“Not that one, the one for dessert. Hurry up, this pie is dry,” he clarified.

I watched Tyrion reach for the poisoned cup, and bring it to Joffrey.

Oh no.

I suddenly began to realize what it was going to look like, and I hoped I’d still be able to figure out a way to blame Oberyn. As I thought about it, I found it might actually be easier.

I watched Joffrey eagerly drink, and I made eye contact with Oberyn Martell. Success.

“Ah, good. Needs washing down,” Joffrey muttered to himself, swallowing as much as he could. When Tyrion asked permission to leave, Joffrey began to speak again.

“No! You’ll- you’ll stay here.”

He’d begun to cough, and I knew he had a minute left at most.

“Your grace?”

Tyrion approached, wondering if he was ok. Joffrey drank even more wine, and then turned to look at my sister. He grabbed at his throat, and Margaery’s eyes widened.

“He’s choking!”

All of us stood up, watching carefully as Joffrey stumbled forward and fell to the ground. Jaime Lannister pushed through the crowd, making his way to Joffrey who was now vomiting.

Cersei began to shout ‘help him!’ As she pushed past my sister and fell to the ground beside her son. I watched Tywin move to cover Tommen’s eyes, and I’m sure by now he realized what had happened.

Ready to give my performance, I rushed down next to Joffrey and helped turn him on his back. His face was beginning to turn purple already.

“He’s been poisoned,” I gasped, looking at Jaime with concern.

“What do we do? What do we do?” He asked in a panic.

“The strangler…” I muttered, looking at him with defeat. Jaime looked terrified, and so did Cersei.

“Joffrey! Joffrey, what is it?” She asked, tears in her eyes. We all watched as he reached out a hand toward Tyrion, who was examining the cup he’d dropped.

I saw the anger and realization settle in Cersei’s eyes as the blood streamed from Joffrey’s nose and filled his eyes. Within moments, Joffrey was dead.

Cersei began to cry, and then she looked at Tyrion once more.

“He did this. He poisoned my son. Your king!” She announced to the crowd. Tywin had joined us now, standing above me.

“Take him! Take him!” She screamed, watching as the guards grabbed Tyrion. When I looked up at Tywin, he looked furious.

While I looked over at Jaime, I heard him announce that the city gates should be closed and all ships forbidden from leaving the docks.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. You would’ve needed an antidote, and they’re not common,” I said to Jaime, watching him hang his head. Cersei only continued to cry, and I felt Tywin’s hand on my back.

When I looked up, his hands reached for my arms and helped me up. He wanted to give Cersei space, and I understood.

Carefully, we backed away and I let a few tears slip.

“Tywin I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should’ve realized when he began to cough, maybe if he’d thrown up before it had set in- I should’ve realized,” I whispered, watching him shake his head and take me into his arms.

“Nobody could have known, it’s not your fault.”

I opened my eyes for a moment and looked out at the crowd. Oberyn was smiling, just like I’d told him to. Good.

My grandmother came over to us, and Tywin let me go.

“Nobody drink any of the wine, have it all thrown out,” she said, to which we all nodded.

I looked back at Margaery, who had two hands over her mouth. I went up to her and took her in my arms.

“(Y/N) I let him die, I didn’t even try to do anything, I should’ve rushed to help him,” she whispered, tears beginning to fall.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done Margaery, that poison can’t be stopped without an antidote,” I whispered, petting her hair. I watched Tywin go to Tommen, taking him in his arms. The boy looked terrified, and he clung to his grandfather. In another setting, it may have made a wholesome domestic scene.

But no, it represented the death of a king, and one that I had conspired to kill no less. But with Tyrion framed, I would never be suspected in any capacity, especially because Cersei hated him so deeply. It presented another problem, but it was irrelevant. Now all that I had to do was convince Tywin that Prince Oberyn was responsible. Later, it would make me smile. Cersei had been right the entire time, we had been plotting against them.

Whatever love I had for Tywin, I would not let it override the love I had for my family. Margaery would come before Tywin’s legacy every single time. And truly, he still had Tommen, who would be much easier for him to guide and council.

It was an amusing illustration to consider.

Tommen on the throne, and everyone watching as Tywin pulls the puppet’s strings. What they would not see was me behind Tywin, whispering in his ears and pulling his strings.

It was an odd feeling, knowing that I had manipulated the most powerful man in all seven kingdoms. But it made me smile, for though I would not end up in any history books as I’d hoped to when I was a girl, I could rest peacefully knowing that I was the most powerful person in all seven kingdoms. And the best part was, nobody knew it but me.

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[nabateaprodigy]

hello! can i ask for a dimitri x f!reader who is like cardia from code realize? basically, she has a gem embedded in her chest that causes her skin and blood to be poisonous (not her hair) so anything she touches melts away because of the poison. she has been isolated basically her whole life so is kinda clueless about social interactions and stuff.

also, her whole life she has been called a monster and told that she cannot love anyone. so, how would dimitri feel about that kind of person? how would he feel if he fell in love with her? what would he do to protect her? that kinda stuff!

sorry this is a little long, but thank you in advance!

- 🧊 anon

The Prince and His Maiden of Death

Series: Fire Emblem.

Character: Dimitri.

Genre: Angst/Comfort.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Female.

Notes: Cardia from Code Realize reminded me of an anime I'm a fan of. It's called The Duke of Death and His Maid! (Which is what I based the title of this fic on!) The way you described Cardia reminded me of the Duke so I had fun writing this! (I hope you don't mind that I based some things in this fic from the anime.)

Alone. That's something that you had been constantly reminded of from a very young age. You wanted nothing more than to make friends and play with other kids.

However, in the area you lived in it was common knowledge that a family had "A Maiden of Death" living with them and this hurt the name of your family.

You were supposed to be the next head of your house. However, your mother passed that responsible onto your sibling. If you ever wanted to be the head of the house or live with your family again you would "Have to get rid of that dreadful curse" as your mother put it.

Oh that's right you didn't live with your mother or any of your siblings. You had been living in a mansion deep in the woods anyway from anyone or anything. However, you did have someone with you your loyal butler.

You were thankful for him choosing to stay with you even knowing about your curse. You couldn't have asked for anyone more kind and loyal than him. That's how it had been for many years until you were a teenager.

It had just been you and him in that mansion so naturally you were very close with him. You didn't have much social interactions with anyone else your mother never even bothered to pay a visit or write a letter to you.

Your Butler wanted nothing more than to see you happy and make friends. So one day he suggested that you attend the Officers Academy. Naturally, you were against this idea of his.

There would be so many people around you who wouldn't want to accidentally touch someone and kill them. Not to mention you would have to be around and speak with other people. It's just something you wouldn't want to deal with so you were against doing it.

After some more discussion with your butler, you managed to strike a deal with him. You didn't have to stay for a while at least for some time to see how the experience would be for you. So you agreed to this and after some time you were on your way to enroll in the Officers Academy!

When you arrived you discussed with Archbishop Lady Rhea. She was understanding of your situation and would do anything she can to accommodate your stay at the Officers Academy. After that, you had been enrolled in the Blue Lions class.

You were extremely nervous, to say the least meeting so many new people at once. Lady Rhea had made your classmates aware of your condition. Just in case any of your classmates were overly friendly and wanted to hug you as a greeting.

Before you could even think of how you should greet your classmates you've already arrived in front of the classroom. 'There's no turning back now.' You thought you should just get this over with now. If you didn't like this you could return home but nothing wrong with giving something new a try right?

So you opened the door where all your classmates were waiting for you. You felt nervous with so many eyes on you all at managed to push that feeling back and introduced yourself. "Hello everyone it's nice to meet you I'm your new classmate my name is Y/N."

(Time skip brought to you by Ingrid bonking Sylvain on the head for flirting with every woman he sees.)

It had already been a few weeks since your arrival at the Officers Academy. To your surprise, you had been enjoying your time here. However, that was mostly thanks to one person in particular Dimitri.

Out of anyone you were most close with him and spent the most of your time as you could with him. He made you feel safe and you could truly be yourself when you were with Dimitri. Of course, you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand and hug him.

However thanks to your curse it made things like that impossible. But there was one thing you could do together that made you happy. That was Dimitri playing with and styling your hair. Dimitri was a man who didn't know his strength so even with just playing with your hair he was afraid he'd hurt you.

There was also the issue that well Dimitri didn't know how to style your hair in any way...However thanks to your friend Mercedes he was able to learn and style your hair. It's something you enjoyed as it was the closest you two could get physically.

He was someone you could easily open up with and talk to about how you truly felt. Whether that be about your curse or just how you were feeling that day. You couldn't be more happy to have someone like Dimitri in your life.

It was just another average day for you and Dimitri nothing special so far. However, that song changed as this would be the day that truly defined your love for Dimitri.

"Y/N I know for the longest time you lived in isolation because of the curse. For the fear of others hating you or yourself hurting others. However, with the time I've spent with you, I can see that you want nothing more than to be around others to have friends.

You are kind and caring considerate of others and how they feel. And for that, I love you Y/N more than you could ever know. Together let's find a way to break your curse when all is said and done. Will you rule over Faerghus by my side as Queen?"

[verseandrhyme]

TOA Anniversary Munday

Thanks Neffi!

Name: Vivi

Pronouns: They/Them

Birthday (no year): December 22nd

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Canada, TOA Standard Time.

How long is your roleplay experience? I've been roleplaying on Tumblr specifically for about 9 years now, but on the internet as a whole since I was first let on here unsupervised so who knows. If I had friends to play with as a kid, probably a lot sooner irl too.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? I think it was first through Gaia Online roleplay forums for Kingdom Hearts, then later I moved to Quizilla where I was actually kinda semi-popular.

How were you introduced to TOA? Ree showed up in my dms and said "quit modding FERP. Join my new server." and then later that month I was there.

Do you have any pets? No, but I have two cats back home with my parents.

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Fall and early Spring, because most of my wardrobe is geared towards then.

What is your IRL occupation? Customer Support Specialist for a video game company, but I just transferred out of Quality Assurance.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Video games in general, musical theatre, mythology, fairy tales.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Suikoden, Persona, Planet Zoo/Zoo Tycoon, Eiyuden Chronicles, In Stars and Time, I can go on forever.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fire and Vulpix.

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!)

I trained in theatre and studied sword fighting/stage combat.

I'm allergic to peanuts.

The doctor told my mom to avoid all nuts as a result, and aside from the Nutella they made me eat during my latest test, I have yet to eat any nuts willingly.

I have multiple scars on my right knee.

My mom lost me on a cruise ship when I was 4.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My friend was playing Awakening and would let me try it, but not let me make any save files, so I played the first few maps over and over until I was able to eventually get my own copy and make it past the first three chapters.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Tellius games, Awakening, Fates games, Shadows of Valentia, Warriors Games, Three Houses/Hopes, and Engage.

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First: Awakening! Favorite: Fates!

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Setsuna, Mitama, Saber, Reyson, Yunaka.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Gaius! It was on sight I completely abandoned my plans to S-rank Frederick for him. It's the VA, he keeps getting me like this.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Crushes, no.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: Gaius / probably still Gaius - Fates: Kaden/Laslow/Silas / Ryoma/Kaze/Setsuna - Three Houses: Ferdinand/Seteth/Sylvain(?)/Claude / idk probably the same - Engage: Pandreo / Still Pandreo but also Yunaka, Gregory, Diamant, Rafal, [...]

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Thief!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I want to be one of those incredibly stupid villager units that you have to keep alive but keep running towards the enemy.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Black Eagles.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Swords, Gauntlets. Bane: Heavy Armor, Flying.

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) uuuuh Firene.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Separate letters.

Current TOA muses: Mitama, Yunaka.

Past TOA muses? Bernadetta, Saber, Setsuna, Charlotte, Sylvain. I'm probably forgetting someone.

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Bernadetta! I think I'm satisfied with what I did with her, she can rest.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) People who say one thing but mean another and won't communicate their feelings clearly. This doesn't say anything about me as a person.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? I want to try an antagonist at some point but I lack the emotional willpower to go up to three muses for long. I also don't think I could handle writing a lord or someone important, I like my guys who don't matter.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I don't know how to explain this because it's v vibe base. I like when there's emotional tension. I like seeing interactions between other characters weave together. I like building towards something bigger. Scenes where someone breaks and finally talks about something they've been holding back.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I want to force Yunaka to talk about her past with people I want that shit to get dragged out to the open I want that shell cracked open to the meat baby.

Favorite TOA-related memories? Happyland2024 was a lot of fun and I'm glad that was my first lore event back, I had a great time with everyone. Team Justice will always be dear to me, as that was the moment that really got me hooked on TOA. Getting Nat's Innes' name in babe hunt just to beat Lilly's Cynthia and Lilly's reaction always makes me laugh.

Present or past tense? Lately I've been doing present more but the thing about me is that if I stop thinking for two seconds I change tense without noticing.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? Normal text, but lately I've just been matching whatever other people cook.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 Saber quieted back down, sorry guys. I still think about trying Peri one day, and I would like to try and see if Setsuna vibes again because I miss her. I thought about Louis out of nowhere the other day, that was weird.