#i promise to make a full color drawing just WAIT

[svzukii]

14 DWY Redacted!! Just a quick sketch…he and Sol look super similar without colors lowkey

[viennakarma]

Alonso Shenanigans

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: Mamá has business to attend, and Fernando is left to watch his son and get a hold of his whereabouts.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: female reader, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, dad!Nando, silly little slice of life, not beta read

Relationship: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Note: Another bite sized fluffy Nando fic, because I think about that one thing he said about finding happiness in becoming a father at least four times a week. Comments and feedback are appreciated xx

“Are you sure, love?” You asked again, nervous, watching as Fernando carried Alejandro attached to his hip.

“Yes, I’m sure, will you be back later today?” Fernando asked, as Ale played with his father’s hair, mumbling a little lullabye.

“Yes, in around three hours,” you said, kissing the top of Ale’s head, then pecking Fernando’s lips, “I’m really sorry, this meeting came out of nowhere, I promise I’ll make it up to you when-”

“Amor, it’s ok,” Fernando interrupted, “Go, we’ll behave and wait for you.”

It was just media day, but unfortunately a last minute meeting at your company needed to happen, and you’d have to leave your husband and kid alone in the paddock so you could go back to the hotel to attend the meeting online.

“Love you two to the moon and back!” You said, scurrying off.

“Mamá!” Alejandro asked, suddenly noticing his mother’s absence, and getting fussy.

“Mamá had to work, we’re going to have a lot of fun together today!” Fernando said, putting him on the floor, and holding his hand.

He took Alejandro all around, when he went to talk with the mechanics about the last update to his car, when he went to take a few pictures, recording a few marketing stuff, here and there. Everyone knew Alejandro as “Little Alonso”, his tiny feet padding around, his head full of disheveled brown wavy hair, and eyes that were pretty much the same as his father. He was always around, pointing at his dad’s car, muttering gibberish half in spanish and half in english, he also liked walking to the engineers pulling on their shirts to get their attention so he could ask for a headphone.

At the age of four and a half, Alejandro was a known face around the paddocks, always asking questions and waiting to know about everyone’s business.

“Papá, I’m hungry!” Alejandro patted his own belly, which made his dad chuckle.

“Ok, we’re getting food, campeoncito,” Fernando muttered, leading his son to his room. Inside, he rummaged through all his bags, searching for his snacks and juice bottle.

He ended up sitting beside Alejandro in the cafeteria, the little boy munching in a pot of cut fruits, a bag of chips, and a mango juice. Alejandro talked about everything, asking about the people and the colors, and why everything was where it was.

Eventually, Fernando had a meeting, so he set a little playing mat to Alejandro on the floor of the meeting room, where he put his son’s toys, paper and crayons. 

“Papá, yo quiero inside your car!” Ale asked, as Fernando placed him on the little mat.

“I’ll take you to sit in my car as soon as we finish here, yes? Just sit tight and I’ll be really fast. Do you want to play with your toys, or paint a little? Come on,” Fernando took a crayon and started drawing, looking over his shoulder to see his engineers and strategists getting inside, sitting down, opening their laptops and notes. Nobody batted an eye to Fernando kneeling on the floor, convincing his kid to sit quietly. Everyone was used to the Alonsos’ shenanigans.

Finally, after making sure Alejandro was still on the mat, under his sight, Fernando went on and started the meeting.

It took something between 20 and 30 minutes until it was over, and when Fernando went to pick Alejandro, he noticed his little boy wasn’t there anymore, and the door was slightly ajar. Muttering every curse word he could think of, he bolted outside. Alejandro had become a little menace in escaping rooms now that he was tall enough to tiptoe and reach a door handle.

“Have you seen Alejandro?” He stopped a couple of the staff in the hall to ask. They just shook their heads. He went to the garage, and stopped the whole team of mechanics, his heart beating faster than it did when racing, “Have you guys seen Alejandro?”

“He walked past with Lance a few minutes ago,” Someone said, pointing outside. Fernando breathed again, ok, at least he wasn’t alone, roaming around and in danger.

Striding forward, Fernando kept looking for his teammate and his son, and eventually ended up in Ferrari. He walked inside to ask Carlos if he had seen the little boy, but he stopped short when he noticed a tiny hand print made with what looked like grease on the livery of the 55 Ferrari, and the letters “ALE” written sloppily with the very same black grease.

“Oh, mierda,” he whispered. Carlos noticed him, walking up to Fernando with a smile.

“Ale was just here with Lance, we talked for a couple of seconds, and when we looked, he had his hand printed on the car,” Carlos explained, as Fernando winced.

“Lo siento, Carlos. Do you know where they might have gone?” He asked.

“Well, Lance said he was going to wash Ale’s hands. So, back to Aston Martin, maybe?” Carlos shrugged.

Fernando went back to his garage, looking for Lance and Alejandro. Finally, he found Lance using a cloth to dry his hands. He smiled and waved at Fernando, who quickly went up to him.

“Is Alejandro with you?” Fernando asked.

“Oh, he saw George walking by, ran up to him and they both bolted together. I have no idea where they went. Sorry.” Lance muttered.

Fernando walked out again, going to the Mercedes motorhome to find his son once again. Honestly, everyone loved Alejandro way more than they loved Fernando, he was pretty sure, and the little boy was frankly a menace all around. If he found someone like George to match his energy, they would go around causing trouble to everyone.

At the Mercedes motorhome, he found Lewis staring curiously at a bowl of fruits.

“Hey, have you seen Alejandro? Lance said he and Geor-” Fernando stopped himself when he got closer to the table where the bowl of fruits sat.

“Well, for sure they’ve been here,” Lewis muttered, holding an apple, showing how the fruit had one single bite taken off. One little bite which Fernando knew very well who that dental arch belonged to. There was a bite on the apple, the banana, the pear, the peach and every single fruit there.

“¡Ay, dios mio! I’m sorry about this!” Fernando whispered, “I need to find them before him and George set the whole paddock on fire.”

Fernando walked out, knowing that George was probably going to look for Alex or Lando, who would probably support their little mischief around. He found Williams garage first, where he found a laughing Logan Sargeant picking up what looked like hundreds of little pieces of lego. And Fernando knew his kid, and knew he loved throwing things to the floor to make a mess.

“That’s Alejandro’s doing, right?” Fernando asked, wide eyed. Logan nodded and explained how the little boy had been there with George to taunt Alex after throwing his lego piece to the floor and scattering all the tiny pieces. Fernando helped Logan pick up the pieces from the floor.

“The three of them left, saying they had to prank Lando too,” Logan told Fernando, when they finished.

Fernando ran off, walking to McLaren, where he found Lando washing off his hair which was tangled in pink play dough, and George was trying to help him. Standing a little far behind, Alex had Alejandro sitting on his shoulders, the two of them giggling with Oscar.

“Alejandro didn’t do that, did he?” Fernando asked, worried and getting angry.

“No, no!” George was quick, “that was an accident on my part!”

“Yeah, little Alonso is innocent on this!” Lando added. Fernando squinted, not sure if he fully believed that, since Fernando himself had gone through something similar with Alejandro and his play dough.

“Look, any kind of oil will remove that from your hair,” Fernando patted his back, walking to his kid.

Alex gave him Alejandro, who Fernando decided was best to keep attached to him, not letting the little boy out of his sight again.

“Green! Verde, verde!” Alejandro was exclaiming to Alex.

“What is going on, pollito?” Fernando asked.

“He asked me to paint my hair green next time,” Alex explained, showing his blonde hair.

“And you agreed?” Fernando frowned.

“Yeah, whatever little Alonso wants, little Alonso gets,” Alex shrudded, laughing and pinching Alejandro chubby cheeks.

“You guys spoil him too much!” Fernando shook his head, waving goodbye and taking Alejandro back to his garage, “now I understand why mamá wants to buy a little backpack leash for you, little troublemaker.”

Alejandro held his face, looking into his eyes, then hugging him tight, which made Fernando’s annoyance from having to chase his son around completely dissolve, and he melted, hugging his boy. He could never get angry with his cute little man, especially when he reminded him so much of his younger self.

“Papá? Where’s Mamá?” Alejandro asked, looking around.

“Mamá is coming back soon, pollito,” he whispered, kissing his son’s cheek, “I’m missing her too.”

Fernando didn’t lose sight of Alejandro anymore, and when he had to leave for the press conference with other drivers, he left his PR manager to watch Alejandro while you had not come back. He was sitting on the sofa, answering questions but he still could watch Alejandro in a little chair on the opposite side of the room, beside the manager.

At some point, he noticed Alejandro getting fussy and pouty from staying in the same place alone for too long and looking fairly sleepy, Fernando could tell from one look.

“Alejandro,” Fernando called into the mic, the little boy looked around, hearing his dad’s voice, finally, he set his eyes on Fernando and jumped from the chair, “vente aquí.”

The boy took off, running towards his dad, eliciting a little “aw” from the journalists, and a lot of cameras following him until he got to his father, sitting on his lap, nuzzling into Fernando’s chest.

Fernando kept answering questions, and in a couple off minutes, Alejandro was fully asleep. Everyone started talking a little lower, as to not disturb the little one who was sleeping so calmly on his dad’s chest.

When the press conference was over, Fernando carried Alejandro inside his room, keeping his son on his lap, while he went through some data.

Finally when you came back, you found Alejandro on Fernando’s chest, his dad holding him tight while both of them took a little nap, looking so much like each other that it warmed your heart. You kissed both of their heads, running your fingers through Fernando’s hair to wake him up.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, so my pretty boys can eat and rest properly, yes?” You said, kissing Fernando softly, his eyes shining with so much adoration that he didn’t need to say the words, you could see the I love you. “Did you two behave?”

“Like angels!” Fernando winked, which told you that they probably had some Alonso Shenanigans today.

[bktempted]

It's your birthday and liquid courage has you feeling bold, a rosy flush coloring your face as you look up at Daddy. "Well, aren't you going to give me my present?"

A sweet smile spreads across his face as he takes in your expectant expression. "Don't worry, I have something very special planned."

He takes your hand in his, fingers interlacing with deliberate care, as he guides you toward the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind you, and in one smooth motion, he turns, drawing you flush against him.

"For your birthday, I'll kiss you anywhere you want," His eyes roam over you with unmistakable intent. "Anywhere at all."

Your heart races at the forbidden promise. Tentatively, you place a delicate hand on your throat, meeting Daddy's heated gaze. "Here?"

Without hesitation, Daddy captures your slender neck with a searing kiss. His teeth graze your sensitive skin, his skilled tongue tasting every inch. You whimper softly, tilting your head to grant him greater access. He trails hot kisses down your neck before pausing...

"More," you whisper breathlessly. Pulling your shirt off, your fingers trace a path to your breasts, over the swell of your nipples.

Daddy's eyes darken with animalistic lust as he watches you expose your needy flesh. "Such a good girl, showing Daddy exactly where you need it." He latches onto your nipple, suckling hard, his teeth scraping against the sensitive peak. The pain sends a jolt of electricity straight to your pussy. You can't help but grind against his thigh, silently pleading for more.

Emboldened, Daddy sinks his teeth in just shy of breaking skin. The sting makes your pussy clench and gush, soaking through your panties. Fuck, he could ruin you with just his mouth.

"More," you moan, the word becoming a desperate mantra. Your hand slides lower, pressing firmly against your panties. A low, approving growl rumbles in Daddy's chest as he kisses his way down your quivering tummy. He tugs your panties down your trembling legs and sets them aside.

"There," you pant, splaying your thighs shamelessly wide. "Right there, Daddy. Please."

Daddy doesn't keep you waiting, sealing his mouth over your glistening slit. His lips part you. His tongue delves inside, lapping up your essence. He kisses your pussy reverently, exploring every hidden crevice, circling your aching entrance. He's so thorough. So dedicated to your pleasure.

"Oh...fuck" you let out a low moan, head pressed against the pillow. The sounds of Daddy tasting your cunt fill the room - wet slurps, lewd kisses, your own ragged breathing. His stubble scrapes against your skin as you twitch and writhe beneath him.

Needy and desperate, you fist your small hands in his hair, trying to guide him deeper. "Inside," you plead, your voice cracking. "I need your tongue in me. Please, Daddy."

Daddy chuckles against you, the vibrations making you jolt. "So demanding," he teases, "But it is your birthday..." He gives you what you crave, pressing his tongue into your clenching channel, pumping it in and out, curling his tongue upward to press against your most sensitive spot.

He hums his satisfaction, the sound resonating through you. You feel so full, so used, so utterly worshipped. His other hand finds your throbbing clit, pinching and rolling it between calloused fingertips. Adding to the maelstrom of sensations threatening to consume you.

Before long your inner muscles are fluttering and clenching around Daddy's tongue. Daddy senses it, redoubling his efforts. He shifts to suckle your clit greedily, drawing it between his lips to tease it with his tongue. You tumble over the edge, your pussy spasming violently as Daddy laps up your juices, prolonging your orgasm with each deliberate lick of your clit. You shake and shudder, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, hands fisted in the sheets.

When the aftershocks finally fade, you're left a panting, sticky mess. Daddy trails languid kisses back up your trembling body before sealing his mouth to yours in a deep, filthy kiss. You taste yourself on him, and it makes you whimper in his mouth.

"Happy birthday" Daddy whispers into your ear. "You really enjoyed your present, didn't you." All you can manage is a hoarse hum of agreement, still coming down from the high - savoring your new birthday tradition.

[ikkyfics]

— REMUS LUPIN

fluffy ʚଓ angst ✦ hurt & comfort ☘︎

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(4.1k) Sweet Lies ✦ — Remus had come closer to you. He had said the right words, held your hand, kissed you with a tenderness that felt so real. But it was all a lie. All part of a stupid bet.

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(1.8k) Full Moon ☘︎ — “You didn’t have to come here,” he murmured, almost as a weak attempt at protest. “I know,” you replied, letting your fingers gently caress his hair, a light and repetitive touch. “But I wasn’t going to let you spend this night alone.”

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Discounted Hearts ʚଓ — The 50% discount for couples seemed like the perfect excuse when you asked Remus to come along. You reached the counter, and the barista looked you both over. “Sorry, but... we can only apply the discount if you kiss. House policy,” she announced, her teasing smile dancing on her lips.

(3.6k) When the Stars Fade ✦ — Remus knew—felt—that something was wrong. It wasn’t just the aftermath of the full moon. It was as if the air was heavy, carrying the weight of bitter promises.

(1.2k) Whispers of the Sea ʚଓ — Remus looked at her with a mixture of wonder and reverence. It was as if no matter how many times he held her like this, the miracle of having her there never ceased to amaze him. "Look at that, my little star," he whispered, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "Do you see how the sea seems endless? It's as big as the world waiting for you."

(1.9k) Lullaby ʚଓ — The quiet cry woke him. Remus approached cautiously, leaning over her. “Hey, my little star, it’s okay. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice so soft it almost got lost in the sound of his breath.

(3.3k) Expecto Patronum ✦ — For a moment, it seemed like nothing would happen, but then, a silver light exploded from the tip of your wand, illuminating the clearing. The air grew heavy, as if time had stopped. When the glow faded, a magnificent stag stood before you. Your wide eyes followed it as it trotted across the clearing, majestic and serene. Remus stayed silent, his lips slightly parted. He knew. You knew. There was no denying what it meant. The stag was not just a reflection of your heart, but of what you had always tried to bury.

↳ (6.5k) Finite Incantatem ☘︎ — The days that followed the Patronus were a silent battle. You tried, with all the strength you had, to go back to normal. But what was "normal" when the silver stag continued to haunt your thoughts, even in the absence of its light? You did your best to convince yourself you were fine. And when you couldn’t, Remus was there.

(2.3k) Colors That Speak ʚଓ — “Now it’s my turn.” “What?” You look up, surprised, but he’s already grabbing a blue pen from the table. “It’s not fair if I can’t return the favor.” His tone is mischievous, but the expression in his eyes is so gentle that you can only nod in agreement. When he begins to draw on your arm, something shifts. His touch is gentle, his fingers holding your wrist with a tenderness that makes your heart stumble. He starts with a small star, the line hesitant, but to you, it feels like art.

(3.7k) Unrequited Love ✦ — It wasn’t just a crush. It was deeper, more desperate. Every day beside him was a mix of silent happiness and growing pain because, deep down, you knew he didn’t see you the same way. And yet, you clung to any shred of attention. A smile in the hallway or the sound of his name on your lips, which he always responded to with that infallible kindness. You knew you were drowning, but you couldn’t help it.

↳ (3.7k) Unrequited Love | part II ʚଓ — Some days he thought about going to you, trying to say something to fix things. Other days, he knew it would be pointless. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve the smile he used to get, the attention that made him feel... seen. As if all parts of himself, even the ones he despised, were worthy of acceptance.

(4.1k) Sweet Lies ✦ — Remus had come closer to you. He had said the right words, held your hand, kissed you with a tenderness that felt so real. But it was all a lie. All part of a stupid bet.

↳ (1.4k) Consequences ✦ — Remus had never hated himself more. He leaned against the wall of an empty corridor, his fists clenched at his sides, trembling. He wanted to scream, but he felt like it would be pointless. Screaming wouldn’t erase what he had done. It wouldn’t relieve the fact that he had hurt you in a way that never be fixed.

(2.5k) Distraction ʚଓ — But most of all, you wanted him to know. You wanted to tell him how important he was, how he was more than just a friend to you, even if that meant risking everything. And yet, you couldn’t. Not when he seemed so calm, so oblivious to any feelings you might be silently holding.

↳ (1.7k) Attention ʚଓ — "I really don't know how I'm going to get over this," you teased, a smile forming even before you finished the sentence. "Fresh flowers and a book? You're spoiling me, Remus." He laughed, a low, almost contained sound, but you noticed how his shoulders relaxed, as if he were relieved by your reaction. "Well, I'd say you deserve this and more."

(1.4k) Beyond Words ʚଓ — “Tough day?” Remus asked, turning slightly to watch you more closely. You shrugged. “Kind of. Just… a lot of noise. I needed a little peace.” “Well, you came to the right place.”

(1.8k) Full Moon ☘︎ — “You didn’t have to come here,” he murmured, almost as a weak attempt at protest. “I know,” you replied, letting your fingers gently caress his hair, a light and repetitive touch. “But I wasn’t going to let you spend this night alone.”

(1.7k) Letter to Santa Claus ʚଓ — you convince Remus to write a letter to Santa Claus

(1.5k) Adorable ʚଓ — “You know, Remus, if you weren’t so adorable, you probably wouldn’t have gotten the chocolate.”

[mayordea]

Happy birthday to the number one princess in the world!! 💖

~from her biggest fans :)

ramble of my scattered thoughts on the piece under cut as usual cuz i love talking 😋

This has been an idea I've been cookin for a while, and it was so cluttered and unlike any other ensemble piece I've made... and I decided I oughta do it anyway. I love Miku, I love Vocaloid, and I wanted to do something really ambitious and crazy for her anniversary. Crazy that she's turning her "canon" age this year TwT

I had the idea floating around since like, May...? And then finally started acting on it around June 18. I'm terrible with deadlines, obvious with how I can never make a silly birthday post in time, so I started wayyyy ahead to make sure I have some room to be lazy lol, especially with an idea as ambitious as this.

This was finished on July 12! So I had to sit on this for an annoying amount of time. Very difficult for someone like me who just wants to talk about everything I'm working on to the masses. But at the very least, that gave me the time to work on the draft for this post.

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Here's some ~behind the scenes~ scribbles leading up to the finished piece!

Left is the chicken scratch plan i made in my handy dandy notebook (whenever things are getting real and ambitious, i always made a rough ROUGH plan in there. Usually I'd do a rough pass of the full thing, but this was too complicated for me to do traditionally. I majorly benefited from digital tools to make this possible). CyberDiva and CyberSongman were considered, but I ended up cutting them cuz I just didn't feel like drawing them sorry-- (just pretend they're off to the side. They gave Ruby and Clara the pizza lol). Right is the "final" completed sketch (before I decided to include Chika mid-way through coloring and VY1 and VY2 near the finish line). I started by drawing the main "groups" separated on a different canvas so I can plop them into the main canvas for easy rearranging and transforming. However I got lazy and ended up drawing everyone in the bottom right corner directly on the canvas since I liked seeing the big picture of everyone's positions. Y'know.

Almost excluded Chika! But I like her design so much that I just felt like including her last-minute. You win this time, Chika fans. VY1 and VY2 were very close to being cut! I added them when I began doing the banner and thought "eh why not". I figured their non-human designs would be pretty easy to include pushed back in the bg. Ik VY1 is more commonly associated with the fan design, but I referenced the hairpin cuz it was simpler and the fan looked very annoying to draw 😭

Sorry to the fans of many Vocaloids I had to cut because this composition was insane enough as is. I promise I wanted to include fellas like CUL, LUMi and Sachiko 😭 I will admit I was a little biased on who I wanted to include over others. Like, I don't normally care for Bruno and Clara, but I wanted to get some more international 'loids in the mix. Also wanted to stick in the realm of official designs and not fan-designs since, as much as I can appreciate those, are just a whole "wait who is that guy supposed to be" situation I didn't wanna deal with. I also did wanna include even more character references through the balloons, but they ended up being kind of ugly and overcomplicated the BG :,) (Oh, and while this was originally planned to be a Vocaloid-only piece, I did end up including Teto, Neru, and Haku 'cuz those are Miku's besties dude!!! They may not be Officially in the club but they're her girls and it would be criminal to not invite them to her birthday).

Anyway, this project marks the first time I've drawn a lot of Vocaloids. Lily, Piko, Rana, Yuki, Yukari, Miki, Maika, and many more lol. All of 'em I've heard or seen in passing, but now I actually drew them, and some have really cool and fun designs!! I got into a habit of drawing Merli after this since I just love her design for example. And I'll probably be drawing more lol!!

Oh and the last thing I'll add for now!! The cake is indeed made up of various song references!! I wanted to reference the "big four" producers, just absolute icons in Vocaloid history. The pink/black checkerboard is "World is Mine" (Ryo), the crescents on the side is "Rolling Girl" (Wowaka), the smiley faces is "Matryoshka" (Hachi), and the three hearts on the side is "The Vampire" (DECO*27, which is sort of a symbol of his whole Mannequin album tbh). I know "The Vampire" is a bit modern but I couldn't think of anything else off the top of my head. I'm a fake DECO fan I know 😔 "Matryoshka" was originally going to be referenced in the colors of the candles but believe me it looked like shit so I just went for something else last minute 😭

That's all I have to say!!! Hope you didn't mind the text wall if you made it here. I hope you like it as much as I do!!!! Happy freakin' birthday Miku!!!!

I have to deal with tagging all these characters now for my page,,, in the drafts my tags got cut off after a certain point so I think I'm massively breaching the tag limit 😭 um... I'll figure that out later...

not losing sleep that i can't tag everyone, even for page organization purposes because some characters have pretty generic names and some are a little hard to see in full yknow. If you're one of those people who tag every character in the art piece you reblog... I am very sorry.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Another Load

Label Mature 18+

Summary Seeing Hank doing a domesticated task of washing the laundry makes you eagerly give him a reward, but unable to keep his hands to himself as promised, he gives you two more loads instead.  ❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Edging•dirty talk• BJ• cum eating •Rough P in V• pinning •clit play•orgasms•creampie 🔗Master List

Inspo that top right pic w his hands up 🤤 dedicated to @aust-een @umika @austinbutlerfly @feralgodmothers

-Tysm the way I delayed posting it bc it’s so 🦋

Another Load

Hank pushes the apartment door open, the burgundy laundry bag slung over one broad shoulder. The fabric is stretched to capacity, filled with neatly folded clothing, and he sets it down by the door with a quiet grunt.

He’s wearing his long-sleeved orange shirt, rolled up just past his forearms, revealing the veins on his hands as they flex against the strain of the load. His cargo pants are low on his hips, pockets weighed down as if he’s carried half the world in them.

You glance up from the couch, where you’ve been pretending not to wait for him, and can’t help but smile. He’s out of breath from hauling the bag from the laundromat, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. There’s something about him in this moment—his ruggedness on full display, entirely and unmistakably Hank.

The simple task of doing laundry only amplifies his appeal, the sight of him, momentarily tamed by something so domestic, makes him look even hotter.

“You actually folded it all?” you ask, rising from your spot, a surprised tone in your voice.

He smirks, shrugging one shoulder. “Didn’t want to get yelled at for stuffing it in the bag like last time.”

His tone is light, but the way his eyes hold yours is anything but. There’s a warmth in his gaze, something deeper that lingers, and it pulls you in like it always does.

Kneeling by the bag, you loosen the drawstring and pull out a sweater you’d been worried about. Relief washes over you as you realize the fabric didn’t shrink and it’s perfectly intact. “You didn’t put this in the dryer?” you ask glancing up at him.

“I listen,” he replies simply leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. There’s an ease to his posture, but his gaze is sharp, lingering on you in a way that feels anything but casual.

You rise, placing the sweater on the bag as you approach him. “Maybe you deserve a reward,” you say, your voice soft but laced with playful intent.

His brow arches, a smirk tugging at his lips. “A reward? For doing laundry?”

“For doing it right,” you compliment stepping closer. Your fingers brushing the hem of his shirt, making his breath hitch just slightly. “But there’s a catch.”

“Of course there is,” he mutters, with a teasing grin.

You smile, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “If you can keep your hands to yourself, I’ll make it worth your while.” You say letting your fingers trace a slow line down his chest. “Think you can manage that Hank?” you ask, your tone teasing.

His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. “Maybe,” he replies, as he lifts his arms, his waistline peeking out from beneath his shirt. The faintest glimpse of his toned waist draws your attention as he interlocks his fingers behind his head.

Hank has never been able to keep his hands to himself when you’re intimate, and the way his gaze darkens as you move closer tells you this time will be no different.

With a grin you take in the sight of him, arms raised above his head, fingers gripping the back of his neck.

You reach up and gently adjust his arms, ensuring his hands stay firmly clasped behind his neck.

You let your fingers trail over his forearms, tracing the veins that stand out under his skin, then over his firm biceps testing his resolve

“Stay just like this…” you whisper, your finger tips trailing down his orange shirt to the waist band of his cargos.

His chest rises and falls with anticipation, his sandy blonde hair falling forward as he looks down at you, framing his face just right.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you trail your hands down his thighs, fingers grazing over the fabric of his cargos, barely concealing his hard cock.

He pushes his hips forward as he smirks and you tsk at him already breaking the rule you set.

“What did I say about moving?” You ask and he grins barely containing himself as he answers “You told me to stay just like this” emphasizing the last word with a cocky tilt of his hips toward your face.

“Hank be good” you warn, looking up at him with a grin “Or you won’t get to enjoy your reward,” you add, running your finger down the length of his cock through the fabric of his cargos.

He flinches, but keeps his fingers interlaced, his jaw tightening as he fights the urge to move. “You’re so cruel,” he says with a grin, though there’s no real complaint in his tone.

You can feel the tension in his heavy cock as you begin to edge him, your palm pressing and rubbing his shaft slowly without giving him more. He’s straining almost painfully, his cock hard like a brick as he watches your every move, with dark hungry eyes.

“You’re doing so well, Hank,” you praise, your fingers rubbing the tip with deliberate slowness. “I didn’t think you could last this long.” you admit, your voice soft and teasing.

He lets out a shaky breath as you reach up to his waist, finally lowering his zipper.

You slide his cargos and boxers down together, the fabric gliding over his hips as his heavy cock sways free. His powerful thighs flex as he shifts his weight, stepping out of the clothing at his feet, leaving his lower half completely exposed before you.

Your eyes take in the sheer size of his cock as he steadies himself. His shaft is thick and long, flushed a deep shade of pink, as the veins pulse leading to the perfectly rounded tip.

His breath catches as you hover your lips above his cock, and instead of giving him what he wants, you wrap your hand around the shaft instead, slowly pulling your fist in firm teasing strokes enjoying the way his hips slightly jerk in response.

You lower your head and flick your tongue lightly against his tip, the delicate touch drawing a sharp intake of breath from him as you continue to edge him even more.

The way he groans, his head tipping back as he fights to keep his hands clasped behind his head is deeply satisfying, and you can’t help but smile as you savor the effect you have on him.

“Impatient already?” you ask, your voice soft and teasing, watching his eyes darken as he stares down at you, barely able to retrain himself.

“You —want me to lose control, don’t you?” he pants his tone thick with need.

You grin as your thumb swipes the forming bead of precum at the slit, smearing it in a slow circle that bring him right to the edge.

A deep, guttural groan escapes him, as he struggles, his breaths quick and uneven betraying just how tightly he’s holding back.

“Don’t worry, baby,” you whisper, your tone dangerously taunting. “I’ll give you everything you want ….when I’m ready.”

You give him a daring look as you let your tongue flick over the tip again, savoring the salty taste as he groans. His hips jerk as he fights to keep control, every muscle in his body wound tight.

Then, with agonizing slowness, you finally let him slide into your mouth, inch by inch. The low, guttural sound he makes is one of pure surrender and as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, his breath hitches sharply as he fights every instinct not to thrust.

But then, in an instant, all his control shatters.

His hands drop from behind his neck immediately tangling in your hair as he forces your eager mouth back and forth on his cock.

“You teased me too long, baby,” he rasps, his voice low and rough. “You wanted to play, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take it—just like this.”

He tightens his grip in your hair as he thrusts in your mouth, the sudden force making you moan on his cock, the sound vibrating against his length, drawing a deep, shuddering groan from his lips.

“Don’t stop. Take all of it—show me you can handle what you’ve been teasing me with,” he instructs, his breathing growing heavier, his voice rough and commanding.

You whimper around him, the sound vibrating against his cock as you revel in the fact that he’s like this because of you. The wet, lewd squishing sounds fill the room with every thrust as your lips glide on his length, your saliva making each stroke slick and effortless as he gazes down at you.

“Taking this cock so good. You know how much I love that mouth, don’t you?” He praises his voice rough and breathless.

You moan from his words your tongue flicking along his shaft as your cheeks hollow making it impossible for him to hold back.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he grunts, his words spilling out between ragged breaths. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last. You feel too good, baby.”

The tension in his body builds as hips stutter, his head tilting back for a moment before his eyes return to you, dark and wild. “Don’t stop,” he groans, his voice breaking as he watches you “Take everything I give you.”

He comes hard in the back of your throat, his release hot and thick holding your head against him making you take every drop.

You moan reveling in the way he loses himself, sloppily thrusting into your mouth until he shudders and pulls out.

But he’s still hard, holding the base of his cock as he tosses throw pillows off the couch.

He pushes you back to lay down on it as he pulls his long-sleeve orange shirt up and over his head with one hand, tossing it aside carelessly.

The muscles of his chest and abs are on full display now, his skin flushed from exertion. His eyes rake over your body as you settle beneath him, his lips curling into a devilish grin.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, his voice a low, gravelly promise as he effortlessly tugs your panties off, tossing them aside.

He kneels between your legs, gripping himself at the base as he slides the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick entrance separating your inner lips just enough to feel the size of him.

“I’ve got one more for you,” he says, slowly inserting the head of his cock into you, stretching your outer lips and pushing into you inch by inch, until he’s as deep as you can take.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he praises, his voice rough and strained as you moan softly, beneath him.

He waits a moment savoring the way your body clenches around him, then he slowly withdraws, letting you feel the drag of every inch leaving your body. He stops just at the tip, making you ache for more, before thrusting back inside, deep and firm, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Fuck,” he curses, his jaw tightening as he watches your body take his cock. “You love this, don’t you? The way I fill you up making you take every inch?”

“Y-yes” you moan your voice trembling with desperation and he pulls out even slower this time, the length of his shaft glistening as it’s revealed inch by inch. “Look at it,” he taunts, his gaze flicking between you and his cock. “You’re soaked, baby, dripping all over me. You want me to give it to you harder, don’t you?”

Before you can answer, he plunges back in, the sudden force drawing a cry from your lips as he picks up the pace. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist to slow him down, but he smirks and easily pushes them aside, pinning them down with his hands as he drives into you harder, deeper.

“Nice try baby,” he breathes, his voice ragged as the couch creaks beneath you with each thrust. “You’re not gonna take me slow—Not when I know you love it just like this—hard and fast. You want me to ruin you, don’t you? Say it. Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you moan, your voice trembling as your nails dig into his shoulders. “I love it—Hank—Please, don’t stop!”

The words spill out in a desperate rush, your body arching beneath him as the ecstasy consumes you.

He watches you intensely, knowing you’re well beyond your limits as moans spill uncontrollably from your lips with every thrust.

“Such a good girl taking me like this “ he says with an eager tone his rhythm growing relentless, his hips slamming against your body jolting you with every powerful thrust. You begin to make soft, desperate cries beneath him, completely overwhelmed.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, his voice strained with hunger. “Take it. Take every last inch. I’m not stopping until you can’t even think straight.”

He thrusts evenly, his cock head hitting your g-spot with perfect precision every time and his hand quickly slides between your legs. His thumb presses firmly against your clit, massaging it in time with his thrusts until the rhythm is maddening, every stroke driving you higher as the tension coils tighter inside you.

Then he pinches your clit between his fingers, sending a white-hot surge of pleasure shooting through you. Your body trembles, and his name spills from your lips in a breathless, desperate cry.

Your orgasm hits you hard, your body writhing beneath him as you come, your voice broken and trembling with bliss. He watches you, his eyes dark and fixed on your every move, his pace relentless as he rides you through the overwhelming ecstasy.

“F-fuck—just like that,” he groans, his voice rough and desperate, his thrusts growing sloppier as your walls flutter against him. “You feel so good, baby—so fucking perfect, squeezing me like this.” He praises.

His breaths quicken and his movements become erratic as he chases his own release.

“Gonna come baby,” he pants, his tone low and possessive. “Gonna give you every last drop. You want it, don’t you? Tell me you want it.”

“Y-yes,” you cry out, your voice trembling, and a guttural moan spills from his lips as his body tenses. You feel him push his deepest inside you, his cock pulsing as he loses himself completely.

“Take it all,” he groans, his voice rough and unrestrained. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he comes and his hips press flush against you. His cock is throbbing with each powerful surge of release, his hands holding you firmly in place as he empties every last drop.

“You take me so fucking good,” he says softly his breaths spilling from exertion as he waits until the high the subsides.

You both remain in position on the couch as you catch your breaths, the room now warmer, filled with the scent of fresh detergent.

“Guess I’ll be doing the laundry more often,” he grins, his tone teasing as he affectionately strokes your jaw. “Didn’t think folding clothes could get me this kind of reward.” he admits.

You smile, your cheeks still flushed. “You should see what I’ll do if you iron for me” you say playfully.

He grins wickedly, his thumb brushing your neck as he murmurs, “Baby, I will press starch your clothing if it gets me this again.”

🧢 END 🧢

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In Between Kisses

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Criminal Minds x Supernatural

Summary: What you and Aaron did back in Colorado follows you to Virginia.

Content Warning: Violence, fluff, not a lot of supernatural on this one though. It contains pieces of S6:E4, but with my fixes.

Hotch watched you from across the room, sitting at Prentiss's desk, laughing and chatting with her. Your skirt had ridden up just enough to catch his eye, but it was your smile, radiant, effortless, that held his attention. If this were a beauty contest, Hotch was certain you'd win. But it wasn't just your smile that captivated him. It was the way your pink lips seemed to draw him in, pulling his attention every time, as they had ever since Colorado. The kiss you'd shared for good luck was still vivid in his mind, and ever since, he found himself unable to look at you without thinking about it.

He knew it was wrong, so wrong. You were much younger, with a promising career ahead of you, full of life and potential. And yet, the only thing that had consumed his thoughts since that moment was kissing you again. And he was determined to make it happen, before leaving for the next case.

——

“We need to help them.” 

“They haven’t requested our assistance, Pen.”

“They never will, but they need it.” She took your hands between hers while looking at you hopefully. “Please, please.”

“Fine, let’s do it.” You sighed in surrender.

Ever since the kiss in Colorado, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Hotch had been avoiding you. Maybe, just maybe, you’d crossed a line. You hadn’t expected it to happen, at least not yet, but at that moment, with your life on the line, you’d wanted, no, needed, to kiss him before the chance was gone. And, if you were honest with yourself, you loved every second of it. But that didn’t mean you wanted to force yourself into his space or disrupt his cases, especially if he was actively trying to avoid you.

You grabbed your bags, previously packed, and followed Penelope as she led the way to Hotch’s office.

And there he was, his trademark frown firmly in place. He looked up at you both, his stern look and a hint of intrigue in his eyes. You let Penelope speak first, stepping back, well, more like hiding slightly behind her. You didn’t want to suffer Hotch’s intense stare, the one that made you feel as if he could see straight through you.

“What's that?” He asked looking at the bags on your hands 

“Our go bags.” 

“Where are you going?”

“With you, hopefully.” Penelope quickly replied. “Sir, I think we’re all still reeling since JJ is on vacation, and you need a communication liaison.”

“Garcia…”

“Sir, please hear us out, our jobs overlap with JJ’s the most.” She looked at him, voice steady. “Every time you are out in cases, she coordinates your needs with me. It makes sense.”

“Garcia, there are aspects of the job for which you have no training.” 

“But I do.” You stepped away from Penelope, moving right in front of Hotch. You swallowed hard. “I know how to interact with families and local law enforcement, and the media.” Hotch’s eyes flicked to yours, and you met his gaze

“You hate to deal with the media.” He said flatly. You rolled your eyes at his read of you, of course, he knows everything about you, but nodded. It was true; you hated it.

“Sir, I’m willing to tone down my wardrobe choices, we are ready to make sacrifices if you please give us the chance.”

"Wait, you’ll actually use neutral colors?" You raised an eyebrow, surprised. Then you looked back at Hotch. "That’s how you know it’s serious," You added with a smirk.

Hotch's gaze lingered a bit longer on you, before shifting back to Garcia. but he finally nodded.

“Alright. We could explore this on a trial basis until JJ returns. We’ll see how things go.”

“Are you two up to speed on the case?” He asked.

“Yes.” You both answered in unison.

“Can you be ready in three hours?”

“We are ready now.”

He nodded. "See you on the plane." He turned to Garcia but then looked back at you. "I’ll need to speak with you first."

"Oh, shit." You mouthed under your breath but quickly nodded. "Yes, Sir."

You watched in confusion as Hotch closed every single blind in his office. When he noticed you standing far from him, he gestured for you to come closer.

“Closer,” He said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You obeyed. "Sir, if this is about the kiss... look, I’m really sorry." Before you could say more, he raised his palm, silencing you.

“It is about the kiss,” He said, his voice low. You swallowed hard. “But I figured, before you leave today to act as our communication liaison, you’ll need all the help you can get.”

You frowned, confusion clouding your mind as you tried to make sense of his words. But then, his breath brushed against your face, shutting down all your thoughts. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him. Your knees trembled when his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip.

“You want me to wish you good luck?” He asked. You nodded, unable to trust your voice.

Your heart raced as his lips pressed against yours in a soft, fleeting kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, but Hotch wasn’t satisfied with just a peck. He deepened the kiss, his lips capturing yours with an intensity that left you breathless. It only lasted a few seconds, but when he pulled away, you felt a sudden emptiness. A soft whimper escaped you before you could stop it.

“See you on the plane,” he said, his voice colder now, as he turned and left the office. You stood there for a moment, stunned, before you slowly opened your eyes, unsure of what had just happened.

What the fuck just happened? 

——

“Swingers?” you asked, clearly confused. “How does that go wrong?”

Everyone in the room, except for Emily and Derek—who hadn’t arrived yet—looked at you with surprise.

“I mean, I’m not into that, obviously.” You raised your hand defensively. “I’m just curious.”

“Apparently his partner left or cheated, so now he comes back to revisit old patterns to see if they still work.” Spencer explained to you.

“And when he finds that they don’t, he’ll be compelled to destroy them.” Hotchner added and you nodded in understanding. “And anyone engaging in them.”

“And yes, we know you’re not into that, you’re too possessive for it.”  And with that Spencer left the room, leaving in shock. 

Am I?” you asked, looking around the room at the remaining team. “Am I possessive?”

They exchanged looks and decided not to comment on it.

“Cowards.” You said under your breath, but before you could concentrate back into work, your gaze landed on Hotch.“So Hotch.” You began. “This means it’ll be an undercover operation, right?”

He glanced up at you, his expression as unreadable as always. “No.”

“Oh, come on. This case screams undercover.” you pressed, leaning forward.

For a split second, you thought you saw the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

“No.” he repeated, his voice firm.

You grinned. “I’m just saying, keep it in mind. Right, Pen?”

Penelope barely acknowledged you, too engrossed in her work to care.

“Busy,” she muttered, almost annoyed, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

You nodded and turned back to your laptop, but after just a few seconds, you couldn’t help it. You looked over at her again.

“Pen, do you think I’m too possessive?”

Oh, if only looks could kill.

——

“I knew it, undercover operation.” You grinned at Penelope, who seemed to be in a better mood today, her outfit bright and colorful again.

Morgan had just barged into the office that had been lent to you at the precinct to inform you and Penelope about the mission. As usual, you could tell exactly what he meant when he said "low profile operation to get the Unsub"—undercover, no doubt.

“Don’t get too excited,” Derek warned, his eyes locked on you as he took a seat at your desk. His smile was smug, a little too confident. “You’re coming.”

A laugh bubbled up as he tossed a set of clothes into your lap. “What? No, no, no,” you said, shoving them back at him. “I didn’t sign up for this, and I’m acting as a communication liaison right now.”

“You aren’t anymore, besides, you wanted in.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But now you are,” he insisted, unbothered.

You sighed in defeat. “Fine, fine. But no offense, bros before hoes.”

You placed a hand on Penelope’s shoulder, giving her a pointed look. Derek crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at your choice of words.

“Really?” he asked, amused.

“Yep. Sisters before misters.” You mirrored his stance, crossing your arms too.

Derek chuckled, but you weren’t done yet.

“Walls before balls,” you added with a wink.

“Are you done?”

“Sis before dicks.”

Derek's amusement only grew, but then he raised a hand, cutting you off. “I’m gonna stop you right there. The operation isn’t with me.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Spencer?” you guessed.

He shook his head.

“Nope. You’re going with Hotch.”

You blinked, surprised but... well, pleasantly surprised. You hadn’t expected that. “Wait, Hotch?”

“Yep,” Derek said, standing and heading for the door with a final grin. “Get ready, and don’t keep him waiting.”

——

“Ready?” Rossi asked, looking at you in your new outfit.

The whole team was about to get into the bar, Derek had already spotted the Unsub and now it was on you and Hotch to get him.

You nodded, your gaze falling on Hotch. “Does he know?”

“He knows.” Rossi assured you.

“Oh okay, I mean it is hard to say if he is okay with it, he’s kinda hard to read.”

“He's okay with it, don’t worry about it”

“But, did he want me to do this with him?” You asked. “Emily is here, she’s better with undercover assignments.”

He leaned his head a bit. “You being there it’s my idea.”

“Well, that makes sense.” You said looking down at your black high heels.

“But he didn’t resist it, not one bit,” Rossi said with a smile, his eyes twinkling as he glanced at you. “Besides, with all the undercover work you’ve been doing with the supernatural stuff, it’s practically in your job description.”

You nodded. “You’re right.”

“Alright.” You heard Derek’s firm voice, cut through the moment. “He’s there in the middle of the bar, he will shoot up the place, and you guys will act as a distraction.” 

You and Hotch nodded. 

“We will keep his focus off the crowd long enough for you to take him down.” Hotch said and then leaned forward closer to you. “Keep your gun in your purse.” 

You gave him a small nod.

“Remember, you two need to act all lovey-dovey like you’re into each other. Make it believable.” Emily reminded you.

“Like it’s hard.” Rossi snorted under his breath but quickly tried to disguise it with a fake cough. But you heard him. And so did Hotch 

Hotch’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone cold but amused. “What was that?”

Rossi gave an exaggerated pout and shook his head. “I said, good luck,” he said quickly, trying to play it off.

But you could see the smirk tugging at the corners of Hotch’s mouth, the briefest flicker of amusement before his usual stoic mask returned.

“Let’s go, then.”

You, Hotch, and a few members of the team made your way into the bar. Hotch guided you to a corner, giving you a clear view of the Unsub. You studied the man, noting how he stood casually with his hands in his jacket pockets, likely concealing a gun.

Hotch leaned against the bar, and you positioned yourself in front of him. Without warning, his arm slipped around your waist in a bold but necessary move, pulling you closer. Your arms instinctively draped over his shoulders, and your fingers locked together behind his neck. The proximity sent a wave of awareness through you. You were too close.

“Is he looking?” you whispered to Hotch, your voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.

Hotch shifted, leaning back just enough to check on the Unsub before looking at you again. “Yeah, he is.”

You had the unsub's full attention.

“I should go and talk to him.” You said pulling apart a little but Hotch didn’t lose his grip on you.

“Careful.” His voice tone was firm and serious, you nodded in understanding.

You walked and stood beside the Unsub.

“James, hey! I thought that was you.” You greeted him. “How's Mary Ann?

He looked at you, puzzled.

“Oh!” You giggled. “You don’t remember me, do you?” You grimaced. “We met at a party.”

“We did?” 

“Yeah. That was a crazy night.”

He smirked, nodding with his head. “I bet it was”

You tried to make a conversation with him based on what you figured out of him, for a while he seemed to follow the conversation but in the end, he caught your lies.

“You don’t know me and I don’t know you.” He said, he was clearly pissed.

Everyone could see how the conversation got heated, how the tension started to build up, and how he reached to grab something from his jacket.

You froze, but you got to hear a distant.

“Move, move.”

From Hotch.

And then you heard a gunshot, and you felt like everything stopped for a moment, you couldn’t breathe and your chest felt heavy. You looked at his eyes, they were still looking at you but then he dropped to the ground. Right on your feet.

Your eyes slowly lifted, and there she was Emily, standing in front of you with a gun in her hand. She had just saved your life.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, barely able to believe the moment.

She gave you a reassuring smile, then reached out, pulling you away from the chaos. Her arm slipped around your shoulders in a comforting embrace.

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “Let’s just get on that plane and head home. We deserve a girls’ night after all this.”

“The Lord knows we do,” you replied, your smile finally reaching your eyes.

——

After a flight back home where you slept most of the time, it was time to get off the plane. Hotch saw your sleepy form trying to get a cab on the cold night.

“Need a ride?” You jumped a little.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother.” He shook his head 

“It’s not, your house is on my way.”

You looked at him with a smile, softly shaking your head. “No it’s not, and I’m sure Jack is waiting for you.”

He looked at you. “Let me get you home.”

“Alright, Sir. Lead the way.”

The car ride was quiet, the soft music in the background, the steady rhythm of the engine, and Hotch’s presence beside you relaxed you. Your head rested against the cool glass of the window, your gaze drifting between the road ahead and the focused expression on his face as he drove. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him multiple times until you arrived at your house.

Hotch insisted on helping you with your bags, walking inside to make sure everything was in order. He still wondered why you hadn’t moved out of your apartment after the Gordon incident, but he didn’t bring it up. Not tonight.

“Thanks for going out of your way to give me a ride home,” you said as you both stood on the porch.

“My pleasure,” he replied, stepping a little closer. “I should go.”

You nodded, moving a fraction closer as well. “Say hi to Jack for me.”

Both of you lingered there, the space between you growing smaller, tension hanging in the air.

“And good luck, on the road.” Being so close to Hotch stirred something within you, emotions that had been lingering after what happened in his office a few days ago. 

Hotch’s gaze darkened, something unreadable flashing in his eyes. 

Without another word, Hotch drew you even closer, your lips brushing for a moment before he took the final step. He kissed you like he knew exactly what his kiss was doing to you. You had been kissed before, yes, but never like this, not with this raw intensity, this urgency. His free hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your skin, and the hunger between you both became palpable.

Your tongue gently traced his bottom lip, and without hesitation, he parted his lips to welcome you in. The kiss was slow but fierce, a dance of desire that felt like it had been waiting to happen for far too long. You knew you needed to stop, you had to, his kid was waiting for him. But once again when he finally pulled away breathless, you couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of him, desperate for more.

He looked at you, your lips slightly parted and red from the swollen.  “See you tomorrow?”

You quickly nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

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A Butterfly and A Dragon’s Flight Chapter Ten

Chapter Summary: Aemnd had lied to get what he wanted, but it would seem it would also be the cause of why he lost the one he wanted the most. Word Count: 7,091 Warnings: Revalations, Lady Elinora and Prince Aemond Growing Closer, Daeron and Edward Protecting Elinora from Aemond, Secret Rendezvous, The Truth Prevails, NOT PROOFREAD

True to her word, Elinora, along with her pet Peony, sneaked out of her chambers before the first light and met her supposed betrothed under the willow tree near the pond. Throughout the entirety of her journey to the pond, she felt an anticipating and nervous pound on her chest as she was to meet the prince. 

She was cautious with each step she took, fearing that she might get caught and be found. Thankfully, as she arrived by the grounds, she could already see the boot-clad feet of the prince that peeked out under the leaves of the lopsided willow tree. Just as he said, he was waiting for her. When she made her way under the leaves, prince Aemond’s gaze was pointed upward as he assessed the branches of the great tree that hid the two of them from the other’s view. “Hello,” Elinora called out softly. She was expecting him to grow startled by her sudden presence, but no one could truly shake the stoic prince. He only lowered his head and faced her, a half smile on his thin pink lips as their eyes met. 

“You came,” Aemond breathed out. He knew she would come, but still, he was surprised as he had her sneaking out and meeting him illicitly. “Of course. I did promise you I would come,” She said and dared to step forward and closer to him. Her words and action seemed to spur the half smile of the prince into a full one, causing a flutter in her heart. She quite liked it when he smiled. There were lines on both sides of his cheeks that she liked to marvel upon, having the urge to feel them under her fingertips. 

“You never break your promises, do you?” Aemond questioned and took steps closer to her, and he could sense that it took a great deal of courage for Elinora not to take a step backwards. “No… I— I feel ill when I do,” She admitted and averted her gaze as the icy stare of the prince managed to draw a blush on her cheeks. She chewed on her cheeks as he took another casual step forward, placing him only a breath away from her. 

The prince raised his brow, only now hearing such afflictions for a broken promise. “Really?” He questioned and turned to the kitten in her arms that stirred as it wanted to play on the ground. “How so?” Elinora pursed her lips and gently placed Peony on the ground before returning her gaze to the prince. “I… I feel uneasy, as if something is gnawing at my insides and wishes to come out— perhaps it’s guilt, but it’s the same sensations I feel when I ate something unaccustomed to my system,” She explained, eyes shifting uneasily as she only remembered her promises to her family to never go about without their knowledge. 

Aemond hummed and reached forward to brush away a fallen leaf from her head, “That’s how you feel now, isn’t it?” He asked and watched the surprise in Elinora’s eyes as he managed to know how she felt so easily. “A—a bit,” She admitted, making the prince sighed. “Well then, let us feed the ducks so you can be on your way… I would not wish for my dearest betrothed to feel such ill feelings,” Aemond stated and watched as color further bloomed in Elinora’s cheeks. 

The two returned to their usual customs of feeding the ducks. Aemond sat on the damp ground, but he had taken out his handkerchief and laid it on the grass for Elinora to sit upon, not wanting her to sully her dress. Between them was a sack of crumbs and dried fruit for the water birds, and behind them, Peony happily played on the grass, the kitten leaping in the air as she tried to reach the butterflies that found Elinora once more. 

“How long have you known that we are betrothed?” The girl suddenly questioned as a butterfly landed on her dress. Aemond licked his lips, his mind quickly creating a fictitious story to tell the girl. “For years,” he answered, but he second-guessed his response as a slight frown appeared on Elinora’s pretty face. “I— I was not allowed to tell you nor seek you out... which is why I had stayed silent until late last night,” He quickly added, watching as the confusion in her eyes faded. “Oh,” Aemond bit his lip and nodded, an odd twist in his gut as he continued to lie to her. He never felt guilt when he lied, but why then did it announce itself now? Why must guilt now appear when his lies would be the tool for him to finally have the one he wanted?

“Why?” Elinora asked as she gently threw crumbs upon the water, her gaze shifting between the ducks and the prince. “I do not know... perhaps it is the same reason why your family had never told you of my identity,” Aemond reasoned, and another ‘oh,’ left Elinora’s lips. “I wish they had revealed it to us sooner,” She admitted. 

Aemond chewed his cheeks as he heard the tone of longing in her voice. “It just seems like a waste of time... we could have used it to know more of each other,” She added and turned to the prince who had already been looking at her. 

Aemond sometimes debated if the gods were real. Something so ethereal and mystifying surely could not exist. He always thought they were just made up by the exaggerated thoughts of mortals. But as he looked upon Elinora, with the first light shining behind her, casting almost a halo and the butterflies flying over her head along with the falling leaves of the willow tree… Each and every doubt in Aemond of a higher power’s existence faded as only the gods could truly create someone as Elinora. 

“Me too,” was all Aemond could say. His mind preoccupied to etch the image of her in his mind. Aemond felt his heart momentarily cease beating as a smile appeared on her lips. “But I suppose we have our whole lives to know each other, now don’t we?” She said, a glint in her jade eyes, and Aemond swallowed thickly as he had another passing urge to pull her to him and feel her frame against his and their lips pressed on one another. 

But his sensibilities quickly returned as the sound of a bell tolling surrounded the peace they were once in. A sigh left Elinora’s lips. “I should go.” She stated and moved to stand, and the prince quickly aided her. “Shall I see you at tea time?” She questioned as Peony ran to her feet and she dipped down to carry her kitten. “Of course,” Aemond said, a bit annoyed by how time was quick to ruin the sparse moments they had. But his irritation quickly faded as another smile came to Elinora’s lips. “Good day… Aemond.” She said, still customizing herself to utter his name without any titles. “I shall see you later, ñuha sōvion.”

“Oh gods… I feel like someone is hacking my head with a morning star!” Daeron groaned as they gathered for their first meal of the day. Helaena and Elinora were already having a peaceful tea time in the gardens when both of their brothers came, groggy and bearing the consequences of the previous night. Elinora smiled in amusement as Edward only grunted in response, the young lord messaging his temples. 

The girl had been waiting for a few moments now for Prince Aemond to arrive, and though the two were not who she was expecting and waiting for, she still found their arrival most welcomed. Especially due to their state, they cannot pose any threat when her betrothed finally arrives. “Here, have some tea,” Elinora said softly and filled their cups. “No— I feel like anything I will consume would just be vomited in a few hours,” Daeron grunted, and Edward only nodded along, not having the capacity to speak. 

“This is what you get for downing three bottles of Dornish reserve, each,” Elinora sighed and watched as a butterfly flew to her finger. “Lady Elinora, I had forgotten to thank you,” Princess Helaena suddenly said, and Elinora’s brows slightly furrowed at her words. “Whatever for, princess?” She questioned as she urged both Daeron and Edward to drink their tea and perhaps eat a pastry. 

“Your gifts, for the twins. They were simply enthralled! Jaehaerys had been painting the moment he opened your gift, and Jaehaera had simply ceased opening her other gifts as she saw the harp you gave.” Princess Helaena smiled, and Elinora twiddled with the ends of her hair as she felt butterflies form on her stomach as Aemond had made it that those gifts she helped him procure be ones she gave. “They’re most welcome, princess. I’m glad they liked them.” 

Just as a silence enveloped them, Elinora heard footsteps approaching, and she could hear her heartbeat ring in her ears as she thought it to believe to be of Aemond’s. However, as she raised her gaze, the anticipating throb in her chest ceased as she was met with Ser Gwayne. “Good morrow Helaena, Eli.” He greeted, and Elinora placed a smile on her face even though she was slightly disappointed that it was not Aemond. “Good day, Ser Gwayne. Are you to join us for tea?” Elinora questioned, quickly glancing at the empty seat to her left that she had intended to keep vacant so Prince Aemond could sit there. 

“Oh, no… I only came to summon Daeron and Edward— we are to train,” He said, a mischievous smirk on his lips as the two men groaned in unison. The both of them slumped further into their seats at the reminder of the deal they had made with the knight. Daeron and Edward often indulged themselves with the parties and balls thrown in the Reach, and it concerned the knight and Lord Tyrell, and so they made an agreement with the two. If both the young prince and young lord were to indulge in wine during festivities, they must as well be prepared to indulge in an hour or two of training the following day. 

“Isn’t that a bit... mean? Look at them— they can barely sit up,” Elinora said in concern as she sat before the two who leaned their weight on the table. “A deal is a deal, Eli... perhaps they’ll think twice the next time they drown in their cups.” Ser Gwayne stated and forcefully pulled the two men to stand. “Enjoy your tea,” the knight smiled at the two girls before escorting their brother, who stumbled to the tiltyard. 

When they were gone from her view, Elinora let out a sigh as Prince Aemond had still not come. It was nearing high noon, and Princess Helaena had left a few moments after Ser Gwayne and their brothers went about their business. Elinora, on the other hand, stayed longer. Sitting in her usual spot, she waited for a prince who promised her that he would come. But when the sun’s heat had been proven to be unbearable, all Elinora could do was blow on the inside of her cheeks and reluctantly stood and return back into the castle wall, trying hard not to take this instance of a broken promise to heart. Perhaps there are just people who do not take their promises to heart. She thought. That thinking quickly made Elinora glum. 

On the other side of the castle, in the highest tower, Aemond ran down the stairs and through endless hallways just to reach the gardens and keep his promise to Elinora. His grandsire summoned him to discuss the day-to-day business of the kingdom. A matter that was supposed to be inconsequential to him and should have been overseen by the heir to the throne, but his brother had no wish for such responsibilities, and Otto had always envisioned that it would be Aemond who would take his place as hand when his eldest grandson ascends the throne so he thought it best that at least one of them was well versed to rule. 

Just as he reached the grounds and he was nearing the spot where the girl would have tea with his sister, Aemond sighed as he saw no one present in the distance. He knew that Elinora had left, but he still went on and ventured to the spot just to make certain she was truly no longer there. The prince pursed his lips as there were still a few butterflies flying above the table, and the scent of Elinora lingered faintly in the air. He had missed her by mere short moments. The prince sighed and clenched his fists in annoyance. He had promised her! He had promised her that he would come, and he had broken that promise. Even if it was a small matter, Aemond still fretted that it would offend Elinora seeing how seriously she takes her promises; he only wished for her to see that he too will keep serious any promises he shall make to her and only her. 

Aemond marched away from the gardens and aimed to return to the keep, but his feet carried him to another place— as if knowing where Elinora would be. Aemond then traded the gardens for the godswood and there he saw Elinora stood under the branches of the Weirwood tree and staring upon it to asses the scarlet leaves. 

“Do you ever wonder why its leaves are red?” Aemond questioned quietly as he walked his way behind her, noticing Elinora was slightly startled by his presence. “Oh— hello,” she said, eyes slightly wide as she had failed to notice that the presence she had been seeking for the past hours finally arrived. “Hello, ñuha sōvion,” Aemond smirked and stood beside her. 

“So, do you?” Aemond repeated as there was silence that was quick to envelop them. “Do I what?” Elinora questioned, mind a bit discombobulated as she was trying hard to compose her erratic heart. “Do you wonder why this tree’s leaves are always red?” Aemond said, patient as he repeated himself once again. “Oh, is not because of its sap?” Elinora questioned, not truly certain what the prince was trying to say. 

“Well yes, but— why? Other trees do not have sap that is as blood like as this.” Elinora tilted her head to the side as the prince stepped forward and looked closer upon the red carved face on the white trunk of the ancient tree. “I do not know… but maybe we are not supposed to question it,” Elinora said, making the prince’s brows furrow in question. “What do you mean?” 

“I… I just think that sometimes, somethings should not be questioned— I think we just ought to let it be and perhaps appreciate it rather than question its being,” She answered and looked upon the red leaves and intertwined branches of the tree. The prince blinked upon the words the girl uttered, trying to understand how she was. It was not that she was not inquisitive… There was just something that Elinora forgoed to question and test— unlike him, who must know and understand everything. He found that trait of her quite perplexing but still authentic to her nature. 

“I— I apologise that I was unable to meet you in the gardens… my grandfather had m—“ 

“It’s fine,” Elinora cut him off, a small smile on her lips as she moved her gaze to him. Aemond raised his brow as the girl cut him off, making him think that it was not truly fine. “No, I had promised you tha—“ 

“Really, it is truly fine… You need not explain yourself, my prince,” Elinora implored. Aemond pursed his lips as his title once again found itself to Elinora; he thought they had abolished that— she was the only person that he actually wanted to say his name. “I understand that you have duties to perform... it was silly of me to ask you to join us for tea when you have more pressing matters to oversee,” Elinora said and tried to walk further away from the prince as she felt nervous under his stare and needed to distract herself. But the prince was quick to grasp her arm and gently pulled her closer to him. 

“I do not wish for you think that I break my promises so easily,” Aemond sighed as he peered down the girl whose thoughts he could not read. Was she truly fine? Or was she just saying it to appease him? “I do not think that...” Elinora trailed, “You need not fret about it; it is just a small matter, my prince.” Aemond breathed out as he searched her light jade eyes to see if she spoke the truth or otherwise. Aemond sighed once more and dared to move his touch to cup her cheek, feeling as the girl freeze for a moment before slowly melting in his touch. 

“The gods have blessed me to have such an understanding betrothed.” He hummed and watched as a smile tried to creep its way to Elinora’s lips. Aemond had another urge to intertwine their lips, unable to resist the way Elinora looked upon him, the scent of her that pulled at him, and her lips so pink and plush. However, the girl then spoke, “Why did you tell Princess Helaena that the gifts you bought were from me?” She questioned quietly, and Aemond raised his brow. 

At his silence, Elinora began to expound further. “You said you needed gifts for the young princess and prince... why then did you make it out that I was the one to acquire them?” Aemond pursed his lips and let his fingers trail down from her cheek and to her silky hair, twiddling the strands between her fingertips. “The truth is… I had already acquired a gift for the twins, which I gave two days prior to their name day. It might seem that I am spoiling them if I give them another.” Aemond explained and watched as confusion etched itself in Elinora’s face. “Then why did we go to the city?” 

“Oh, ñuha sōvion, do you truly not see? I wished to know more of you… I wished to spend time with you, unbothered by the court and others who know us.” Aemond explained but frowned as well as the furrow between Elinora’s brows did not dissolve. “But... why couldn’t you have just that?” She asked, slightly pulling away from the prince. “I just— I do not like being lied to and deceived...” Aemond’s stomach dropped at her words, his mind conjuring all the lies he had told her and the biggest deception he had made. 

The prince, however, quickly recovered and pushed away the thoughts and moved closer to the girl. “That shall be the first and last lie, ñuha sōvion,” Aemond whispered another lie. Elinora nodded slowly, “Do you wish to join me in the chapel?” She then asked slyly, and Aemond could not resist the grin that passed his lips as he nodded, and the girl boldly intertwined their hands as they walked to the direction of the chapel. 

When night came, Elinora was in her parents’ apartments waiting for her brother so dinner would commence. Her entire day was spent with Prince Aemond, and Elinora could not have chosen any other way to spend it. The entire day was filled with her and the prince getting to know each other better, and Elinora thought it was the most productive since now all of her questions upon whom her betrothed was had been settled. 

Elinora could not help but to smile when her mind would think of the prince, and she had to take hold of herself as others might grow suspicious of her sudden glee. When the doors of her parents’ chambers opened, it revealed her brother along with Daeron, both young men exhausted and could be clearly seen as they did not bother to change for supper nor styled and groomed their hair as they often did. 

“I did not know you were to join us,” Elinora said to Daeron as the both of them sat at either side of her seat. “The... my... mother’s chambers— it’s too far,” He struggled to say as he settled further into his seat. “I see the both of you had the most productive day with Ser Gwayne.” Lord Tyrell smiled teasingly, glancing at his daughter, who, too, grinned at the state of the two. “Could you pass me the peas, sister... and mayhaps feed me as well?” Edward asked, voice filled with tiredness as they had spent the entire day in the tiltyard and accompanying Ser Gwyane, who seemed to only walk briskly around the keep just to torment Edward and Daeron. 

Elinora laughed at her brother’s request but denied him. She, however, placed portions of the dishes served into both of their plates to prevent them from any more strenuous activities. “I have told you both that too much indulgence is a sin... now look, the gods are punishing you.” Lady Tyrell sighed at her firstborn, who sat across from her, struggling to lift a fork to his mouth. 

“Anyway... what did you do today, flower?” Lady Tyrell questioned her daughter, trying not to mind her son who had indulged in wine the night before— an attribute that the lady must admit she detest. “I had tea with Princess Helaena, then went to Godswood and spent the rest of the day in the chapel,” Elinora answered, omitting the constant companion she had the entire day. “That’s good. I’m glad you had not forgotten to tend to your prayers even when I am occupied.” Lady Tyrell smiled at her daughter, and Elinora could only force a smile as she felt a tinge of guilt. Though she did spend most of the day in the chapel, only a sort of moment was spent praying since the majority of it was used with her and Prince Aemond speaking to each other.

For the rest of the dinner, Elinora had remained silent and kept her head down as her mind seemed to refuse to set the thought of Prince Aemond to the side, even just for a few moments. So, to hide the smile that kept inching on her lips at the flush on her cheeks, she lowered her head and instead tried to look busy with her food. 

“Why are you smiling?” Daeron suddenly questioned as he caught sight of Elinora’s hidden face and asked why she had lowered her head for most of the dinner. “Oh… I— I just remembered brother asking me to spoonfeed him like he was a babe. Edward says the silliest things when he’s tired. Or drunk.” Elinora fibbed, avoiding the violet gaze of Daeron, and her old habit of twiddling with the ends of her hair returned. Daeron looked intently at Elinora, ready to question her further, but his tiredness could not him. 

When supper ended, Elinora was relieved to return to the privacy of her chambers, and the moment she shut the door, she let a beaming smile slip past her lips. A smile that had been begging to be let out for the past hour. The girl let out a dreamy sigh as she floated about her room to the corner where Peony lay on the ground, a velvet pillow under her small body. “I cannot stop smiling, Peony!” The girl exclaimed quietly as she took her kitten given by the prince into her arms. Her whole body filled with elation and a giddiness she could not repress. 

“In truth, I cannot believe that he is my betrothed... but who am I to question providence? If he is whom the gods say I shall be wed to, then I am most happy for their judgement.” Elinora whispered to her kitten, who simply let out a small noise before settling further into her arms. “I... how could have I been so... so clueless? How could I think that all of our interactions were just coincidences? It was fate!” Elinora continued to ramble on to her pet, mind completely muddled with the mere thought of her betrothed. 

She had never felt this way before, and she had no idea what to do with herself. Is this what being in love felt like? She could not help but think. And with that thought, she felt her cheeks further grow with heat. Had she truly fallen already? She always thought that it would take time before she would actually fall in love with her betrothed— she thought she would have to marry the man not with love but with tolerance and only learn how to love him. But this new development had her completely bemused as this was always how she had preferred it. To have love grown naturally and not out of necessity. However, Elinora was the cautious child her parents had raised, so she thought it best not to succumb to such thoughts just yet and decided to further know her intended before admitting the passionate feelings swelling in her chest. 

Elinora let out a deep breath and let the silence of her chambers try to calm her down. Perhaps she was just filled with excitement, and with all the teachings instilled in her mind, she always thought that a lady filled with excitement was a lady who is as well filled with inappropriateness. 

Elinora bit her lips and set Peony on her bed, ready to retire for the night and be rid of the giddiness that consumed her for the night. However, as she heard rustling coming from the balcony, she could not help but grow curious. Elinora cautiously walked to the opening in her chambers. The moon shone brightly, and it was a breezeless night, making the rustling she heard questionable. 

The girl peered down the ledge of the balcony but found nothing, so she made herself believe it was all in her mind, but as she turned to return to her room, she saw the ivy that clung to the stone walls rustle, and Elinora looked down and gasped as she saw the prince clinging and climbing upon the vines. 

“H—Hello?” Was all she could say as the prince struggled to pull himself up, “Might you help me here, ñuha sōvion?” Aemond grunted as he was nearing to grasp the railing of the balcony. Elinora hastily peered over the railing and led out her arm, all the while her heart raced in her chest as she questioned the presence of the prince at this time of the night. 

When the prince finally pulled himself to the balcony and stood his feet on solid ground, the shock on Elinora’s face did not fade, and she could blink upon her betrothed who seemed aglow by the light of the moonlight. “You might be questioning why I’m here,” Aemond said lowly as he dusted himself off. “A bit,” Elinora replied, biting her tongue as a smile wished to appear on her lips once more, but she reminded herself that she must not seem too eager— especially not at this time of the day. 

“How did you even climb all this way?” She could not help but question as she glanced down to see that the ground was so far away from her chambers. “I did not. The room below yours is a closet with a window with a wide enough opening,” Aemond answered at the mystified look on her face. Aemond let out a breath as his mind seemed to ponder at his actions. 

Truthfully, if he saw another act as such, he would scoff at their patheticness— being in love does make you do the silliest of things, and Aemond vowed then that he would never fall for another. It was Elinora alone who he would willingly do such pathetic actions for. 

“I… I only came to bid you goodnight.” Aemond finally admitted and watched as the confusion faded away from Elinora’s face, and his words brought forth a smile that made his knees weak. “Oh... you could have just knocked upon my door— you might have fallen an—“ Aemond sighed and cupped her warm cheeks once more as he could sense Elinora was to fret. “I am most skilled, ñuha sōvion, you need not worry... and besides, this was the only way— If I knock upon your door, I might be found.” He whispered lowly, unable to prevent the way his face was nearing the girl’s. Gods! He wanted to kiss her. For the sake of his sanity, just another kiss!

But his girl was most chaste and simply moved a step backward. “So you came to say goodnight?” She asked shyly, and Aemond gave a nod, trying to be satisfied with the fact that he held her in his hands even he could not kiss her. “Well then... goodnight, Aemond,” Elinora said, now fretting that she might be compromised and they would be found as her family did have a habit of just barging into her chambers to bid her goodnight as well. 

Aemond let out a breath and let his thumb caress her soft cheek, “Goodnight, ñuha sōvion. I shall see you by the pond tomorrow? As always?” He asked, and Elinora gave an agreeing smile and nodded. Aemond sighed and dared to step forward to hastily place a chaste kiss upon the forehead of the girl before going back from whence he came from. Having the lasting image of Elinora blushing before him as his lips once again grazed her skin. And Elinora returned inside her chambers to sleep with a beaming smile as she realized how she had truly fallen for the prince. 

“She’s not in her chambers,” Daeron yawned as he and Edward woke early, as they had to return to their patrol over Elinora. They had forgone their cautious actions the previous day due to exhaustion, and Daeron was certain that his brother had found some way to slither himself to the side of the girl once more. Elinora’s giddy smile during the other night’s supper was proof enough for him. 

“The... the pond then,” Edward said in a tired trance, and the both of them threaded to the grounds even if their body still ached, and all they wished for was to have a few more moments of respite. “You check the pond, I’ll search the Godswoods,” Daeron stated, as he recalled what Elinora had said last night, that she spent a few moments in the Godswood, and he only wished to make certain that the girl was truly alone as she tended to her customs. 

Edward then went to the pond as quick as his tired feet could carry him, but as he arrived, not a soul was to be found except for the happy countenance of well-fed ducks that glided upon on the water. Daeron, on the other hand, had stumbled into the godswood, and the only thing of note was the presence of butterflies that have the habit of following Elinora around, leading Daeron to hypothesize that she was once there he had missed her by only a few moments. 

The youngest prince sighed and moved to leave, but a feeling within told him to venture towards a corridor less travelled by. Daeron did not think twice as he followed his intuition, threading the path two had threaded earlier. 

Daeron held his breath as he was nearing an arch with a white, swaying cover, ready to discover Elinora with his older brother, but the scene before him was one that had the power to make his hard and solid constitution faint. There, he found Elinora and Aemond in each other’s arms with their lips against each other. His brother cupping the girl’s cheek and Elinora clinging to the leather-clad shoulder of the One-Eyed Prince. 

The youngest prince could only do but one thing. Pull away his brother and give him a harsh punch on his jaw. “You bastard!” Daeron yelled as he moved to strike his brother once more, and all Elinora could do was gasp at the sudden intrusion and the violent scene before her. “I have warned you! I—“ Daeron exclaimed, no following words could find him as the rage of the scene he saw had muddled his mind. He believed that what he saw was Aemond taking advantage of his dear friend, but as Elinora moved to pull him away and come to his brother’s aid, the rage he felt slightly faded as it made way for confusion. 

“What are you doing? Get away from him, Elinora!” Daeron attempted to grasp her hand, but Elinora’s trembling frame only moved to cradle the head of Aemond, who was discombobulated as he was caught off guard of his brother’s attack. “Why would you do that?!” Elinora finally spoke, unable to bear the sight of Aemond with cuts on his face as well as blood oozing from his lip and temple. 

“He— he was taking advantage of you! Come now, Elinora... let him be!” Daeron insisted and forcefully took hold of her arm and pulled her to stand and away from his brother whose senses were finally returning to him. Daeron would not show it, but he felt an eerie chill as he saw how his brother’s eye suddenly darkened as he moved to stand, and all the youngest prince could do was tuck Elinora behind him despite her protests. 

“He did nothing wrong! I— he... he is my betrothed!” Elinora exclaimed and pulled at Daeron so she could stand between him and his brother. She saw it in his eye, there was violence brewing in the cold lilac eye of Aemond, and Elinora could no longer stomach any more violence between the two. 

As the words left her lips, Aemond turned cold as she uttered his lie. “What?” Daeron asked incredulously. “What are you saying?! He is not your betrothed!” Daeron exclaimed, seeing in her pale jade eyes that she obviously believed such farse. “He is! Why would I kiss anyone other than who is promised to me?” She questioned and glanced between the two as she tried to convince Daeron that what he had seen was not all that improper. Unlike her, yes, but not at all improper since she only kissed her betrothed. 

“Oh gods...” Daeron could not help but breathe out, “Not only have you sullied her, but you lied to her as well?!” He exclaimed at his brother, who tried to reign in his rage and tried to salvage the lie he had sold to the girl. But it would seem to be futile because just in a short moment, all that he had done to be closer with Elinora would be burnt and gone. 

“Lied? What? Aemond... you are my betrothed, yes?” Elinora questioned, turning to face the prince who could only look upon her, without reaction, defense, or explanation leaving his lips. “Aemond, please... tell him. You are my betrothed, yes?” Elinora pleaded as his silence only placed further nerves in her. 

Daeron’s jaw ticked, and he placed a gentle hand on Elinora’s shoulder and gently pulled her to him. “He isn’t, Elinora. Aemond is not your betrothed— he cannot be. He is set to marry a Baratheon girl.” Daeron said menacingly as he looked upon his brother in contempt as how could he be so cruel to lie to Elinora. How could he have taken advantage of her good and naive nature? 

Elinora shook her head, tears welling in her eyes as she refused to believe the words Daeron had uttered. “No… Aemond, please, tell me you are truly my betrothed. You had not lied to me,” She said, voice barely above a whisper as she could not phantom the fact that she had trusted him and her trust may have been trampled upon. 

Aemond could not speak. Unable to utter the truth because if he did, he knew Elinora would be forever out of his grasp. “See, Eli… He cannot even speak. He is not your betrothed. He had decived you.” Daeron whispered and clenched his fist as a tear finally slipped out of her eye. 

“Tell her, brother. Tell her how you lied. Tell her!” 

Aemond resisted pounce on his brother at his provoking words, but he could not do so as Elinora stood between them, tears streaming down her face and betrayal hanging in the air. Aemond tried to reach for her, words still unable to leave his lips, and all he could offer was his touch. But as his hand grazed her arm, she flinched away as if he had scorned her, and when he looked upon her eyes. Her kind, warm jade eyes haunted his dreams; all he could see was hatred. Hatred from a girl who had not once in her life hated anything. 

Elinora shook her head at the pleading look in the prince’s eye and as he once again tried to hold her hand. All she could do was push him away and run from the dark corridor where the truth was revealed and where Aemond had lost his butterfly. 

“I’m going to kill him— I swear Daeron. I’ll be the one to fully blind him.” Edward seethed as the two of them paced outside the chambers of Elinora, who had locked herself inside as she let out her woes. Daeron could only sigh. His mind still bothered with what had transpired earlier. It was one of the few times he had seen Elinora cry, and he must say, he did not care for it. The way pearl tears dripped down from her jade eyes and how her lips quivered was an image he did not wish to think upon any longer, but it was haunting him. 

“She has been crying for hours... should we perhaps check on her?” Daeron asked and looked upon Edward, who seemed apprehensive. However, the young lord nodded as he did not wish for his sister to sit unhappily in solitude. 

The two men breathed in a deep breath before pushing open the door of Elinora, but the door was unable to fully open, and a shared question appeared between the two. They pushed further on the door and expected Elinora to be sprawled on her bed with Peony as she cried, but they were only welcomed with opened trunks and dresses haphazardly thrown inside them. “Sister?” Edward called warily as they made their way into the chambers that were awry. 

“C—Could you help me? I… I do not know how to fold,” Elinora then appeared from the wetroom, hair disheveled, eyes swollen, and cheeks stained with tears. She was holding a bundle of her fine dresses and Peony following along behind her. “Eli, what are you doing?” Daeron questioned as he tried to pick up the discarded items on the floor. “Trying to pack— though I’m finding it impossible... nevermind that I know how to embroider a whole dress in an afternoon, but I cannot seem to fold that said dress into my trunks! Perhaps this is what my septa should have taught me. Do you think it is too late for me to request such lessons?” Elinora rambled as she tried to distract herself from the gnawing pain in her chest. 

The two men were rendered in confusion as they watched Elinora try to fold the dress she wore during the Queen’s name day. They watched her try to figure out how to align the sleeves with one another, but she would ultimately grow frustrated and bundle the fine gown into a ball and throw it into an open trunk. “Elinora, we’ll have your maids do that. But sister, you must tell us why first,” Edward said softly as he tried to lead her to sit and pry away her dress from tight grasp. 

“Why?” She asked her brother, who looked upon her in concern. “Why? Because… Because I wish to go home— I want to go back to Highgarden.” She said, tears now starting to well in her eyes once more. “Please, brother… I wish to leave— I want to go—“ Elinora blubbered, ready to sob once more, and Edward was quick to embrace his sister and let her cry into his chest. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, brother. I had br—“ Edward hushed his sister and patted her back as she struggled for breath in between her sobs. 

Edward hushed as he had an odd sense of deja vu of the last time he held and comforted Elinora. It was years ago, when she was twelve, and their parents had locked her in a tower for playing a game of hide and seek with a boy. She could not understand their punishment nor what she did wrong, so all she could do was cry in her brother’s chest. “I’m so sorry,” She repeated. “I have dishonored our house! I had brought shame to myself and our name!” Elinora wailed, and Edward shook his head as he doubled his efforts of trying to bring comfort to the sobbing girl. 

“Daeron, could you give us a moment? Perhaps call Elinora’s handmaid so she does not sleep in this mess?” Edward asked, and Daeron quickly gave a nod before making himself scarce. “Sister, listen to me,” Edward whispered as he held in his hands Elinora’s face, willing his sister to meet his eyes. “You had not done anything wrong, do you understand? We shall not speak of this only because you know of what the reactions of mother and father be— but I do not blame you sister… you have not done anything wrong except trust the wrong person.” Edward said sincerely and earnestly tried to wipe away Elinora’s tears with his thumbs. 

“You do not hate me?” Elinora sniffed as she met the eyes of her brother. “Hate you? Gods, sister, of course not.” Edward said, “But what I have done— wh—“ Edward hushed her once more. “No more talk of this, Elinora... let us forget all of this. Everything done— all that has transpired shall be left here.” Edward decided. “The kiss... the prince... forget it all and leave it here.” Edward added, and Elinora could only nod as she hoped that her departure from Kingslanding would as well mean the departure of Prince Aemond from her mind and heart.   

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[spicymambaae]

Bangkok Nights: Secret Longings

It was already late at night in Bangkok. The city hummed with an undercurrent of energy, even at this hour. Neon lights flickered outside, casting a colorful glow into the hotel room where Minjeong was leaning against the wall, scrolling through her phone. She was dressed in jorts, a crop top that barely covered her chest, and a white, long-sleeved unbuttoned blouse, her perfect flat tummy exposed. The day's schedule had been grueling, but now she was finally back, trying to unwind.

As she scrolled through her social media, her mind wandered to Karina, who had also been busy with her own schedules. Minjeong hoped that Karina would return soon; she longed to feel her presence after a tiring day.

Just as her thoughts drifted, the door creaked open quietly, and Karina stepped inside, her gaze immediately falling on Minjeong. A smile tugged at her lips as she saw her girlfriend still up. "I thought you would be already asleep," Karina whispered, her eyes taking in Minjeong's alluring figure.

Minjeong's eyes sparkled as she saw Karina enter. Her heart fluttered at the sight of her girlfriend, looking as radiant as ever despite the long day. “I wanted to wait for you so we can go to bed together," she replied, her voice laced with affection.

Karina’s heart swelled with love at Minjeong’s words. She approached Minjeong slowly, each step filled with the longing that had built up over the course of their separate schedules. "I missed you all day," she murmured, her hands finding their way to Minjeong's shoulders.

She let her fingers glide down Minjeong's arms, gently sliding the blouse off her shoulders. Karina's eyes lingered on Minjeong's exposed tummy, biting her lip as her fingers traced the smooth skin. She squeezed Minjeong's waist, drawing a soft gasp from her. "You have no idea how much I thought about you today," she whispered, her lips mere inches from Minjeong's.

Their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them. Minjeong leaned forward, her lips parting to capture Karina's in a kiss, but Karina playfully pulled away, a smirk tugging at her lips. Minjeong smiled, undeterred, and leaned in again, only for Karina to pull away once more, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"You're not making this easy," Minjeong pouted playfully, her lips curling into a smile that mirrored Karina's own.  

"I guess you missed me too," Karina teased, watching as Minjeong's playful pout turned into a mock glare, though her eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Maybe a little," she admitted, her hand finding its way to Karina's face, her fingers caressing it gently.

Karina smirked as she leaned forward, their lips brushing in a tantalizing promise. "Just a little?" she murmured against Minjeong's mouth, her kiss deepening with a hunger that had been building all day. The kiss was full of hunger and lust. They kissed like they couldn’t get enough, like they were starving for the taste of each other.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths and the soft, wet sounds of their kisses. The city outside continued its never-ending rhythm, but inside this room, time seemed to stand still.

Minjeong's hands found Karina's waist, but Karina was quick to grab one of them, pinning it against the wall. She wanted to take control, to explore every inch of Minjeong's body at her own pace. She trailed kisses along Minjeong's jawline, down to her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin.

"Careful," Minjeong whispered breathlessly, her body tingling with the surge of sensations. "We have a photoshoot tomorrow. No marks."

But Karina was beyond caring. Her need for Minjeong clouded her usual rationality. "Let them see," she murmured against Minjeong's skin, her hands roaming lower, cupping Minjeong's backside and pulling their bodies flush against each other. "Let them know you're mine."

Minjeong sighed softly, her resistance slowly melting away in the face of Karina's relentless ministrations. "You're gonna get us in trouble," she whispered, her voice laced with surrender.

Karina paused momentarily, her lips hovering just above Minjeong's skin, her gaze flickering up to meet Minjeong's eyes. "Tell me stop then." she challenged, her tongue flicking out slowly to lick Minjeong's sensitive spot on her neck. She knew all too well that this was her weak spot.

And that was all it took for Minjeong to fully surrender to Karina, letting out a low moan that vibrated on Karina’s lips.

Karina's lips traveled back up to Minjeong's, capturing them in another searing kiss. Minjeong responded eagerly, her body pressing against Karina's. Their tongues tangled and twisted, dancing erotically, tasting and teasing. Lips crushed against each other, soft and full, mouths opening wider as they dive into their intense craving. The heat between them was palpable, an electric current that seemed to spark with every touch. Their kisses grew more feverish, lips bruising under the force of their need for each other. Hands roamed freely, caressing and exploring, fingers tangling in hair and tracing the curves of each other's bodies.

They broke apart briefly, their foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath, their hearts pounding in unison. Minjeong looked into Karina's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of love and lust.

"Please..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Karina smiled, her fingers gently caressing Minjeong's cheek. "I know, baby," she murmured, her lips brushing Minjeong's in a quick, tender peck.

Karina's lips then trailed lower, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of Minjeong's collarbone. Her hands roamed possessively over her body, claiming every inch as her own. Minjeong arched into the touch, her breath coming in short gasps as Karina's lips continued their descent. Their passion was all-consuming, burning away any inhibitions or concerns about the coming day.

Minjeong's skin tingled with anticipation as Karina's lips hovered over the curve of her breasts. "Karina," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. Karina's hands moved to Minjeong's crop top, sliding over the soft fabric and feeling the firmness of her breasts. But what surprised her was the absence of a bra; Minjeong's nipples, hard and erect, pebbled against the thin material.

"No bra?" Karina asked, a hint of delight and surprise in her voice. Minjeong just smiled, her eyes half-lidded with desire, inviting Karina to explore further. Karina wasted no time, pulling the crop top down to expose Minjeong's breasts. They were perfect, with rosy nipples that begged for attention.

Karina's thumb found its way to Minjeong's mouth, and Minjeong obediently licked it, making it glisten with her saliva. Karina then used that same thumb to rub Minjeong's hard nipple, teasing it until it was even harder. Minjeong’s breath hitched as Karina lowered her head, taking the neglected nipple into her mouth. She sucked and teased it with her tongue, her eyes never leaving Minjeong's.

Minjeong's hands tangled in Karina's hair, pulling her closer, urging her on as she relished the delicious sensation. Karina suckled and nibbled, her thumb continuing to rub Minjeong's other nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Minjeong arched her back, offering herself fully, her breath catching in her throat as the sensations intensified. Her pussy throbbed with need, aching for Karina's touch.

"God, I love how responsive you are," Karina whispered, her breath hot against Minjeong's skin as she teased her swollen nipple with her tongue. Minjeong was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body on fire. Every touch and lick sent shocks of delight straight to her aching pussy. Karina's mouth trailed kisses across Minjeong's chest, worshipping her breasts, her lips and tongue leaving no inch unexplored.

Minjeong's breath quickened, and her body trembled as Karina's mouth switched between her nipples, sucking and licking them to a peak of sensitivity. "Karina..." she moaned, her voice thick with need. Karina smiled against Minjeong's skin, loving the effect she had on her girlfriend. She continued her sensual assault, her mouth and hands working in tandem to drive Minjeong wild.

The pleasure built within Minjeong, an intense coil of sensation that suddenly snapped, sending her over the edge. Her knees buckled as an intense orgasm washed over her, and would have collapsed on the floor if not for Karina's strong hold on her waist.

"Wow... my God..." Minjeong breathed, her body still trembling as the waves of pleasure receded.

Karina couldn't help but admire how adorable Minjeong looked when she came. As she lowered herself to her knees, she planted kisses all over Minjeong's tummy, licking and nibbling, leaving marks and wet traces as evidence of her hunger for her girlfriend. Her hands roamed lower, dipping into the waistband of Minjeong's jorts. With deft fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts, sliding them down Minjeong's legs, revealing her small white bikini.

But what truly took Karina's breath away was the sight that greeted her. Minjeong's bikinis had become transparent from her wetness, the fabric clung to Minjeong’s body, outlining her swollen clit. Karina's mouth watered, and she couldn't resist leaning in to lick through the wet fabric, tasting Minjeong's essence. Minjeong gasped at the sensation, her hands roaming the wall for support as her knees weakened once again.

“I can’t wait to taste your delicious pussy,” Karina murmured with her raspy voice. With gentle fingers, she hooked into the waistband of the panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing Minjeong's smooth, shaved pussy. Karina inhaled sharply, her mouth watering at the sight of Minjeong's folds.

She placed soft kisses on her inner thighs, her breath tickling the sensitive skin. Minjeong whimpered, her legs shaking as Karina's lips hovered tantalizingly close to her pussy.

"Please, Karina," she begged, her eyes pleading to finally feel her girlfriend’s tongue.

Karina gently spread Minjeong's legs wider, exposing her glistening folds. She blew a soft breath over Minjeong's pussy, making her shiver and whine softly.

Finally, Karina closed her lips around Minjeong's clit, sucking gently and swirling her tongue over the sensitive bud. Minjeong cried out, her hands gripping Karina's shoulders as pleasure washed over her. Karina moaned softly, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers through Minjeong's body. She continued her oral assault, licking and sucking Minjeong's sweet nectar, her hands gently caressing Minjeong's thighs and stomach.

Minjeong writhed and moaned. "I love it when you lick my pussy," she panted, encouraging Karina to continue her delicious torture.

Hearing Minjeong's words, Karina paused, looking up at Minjeong with a playful glint in her eyes as she nibbled on her clit. "I love your taste. I could eat your pussy all night," she said breathlessly.

Karina took Minjeong's leg and placed it on her shoulder, inviting Minjeong to grind her pussy on her tongue. "Grind your pussy on my tongue, baby. I know you want to," she teased, her eyes dark with lust. Minjeong was incredibly turned on, and she obliged, placing her hand on Karina's head and slowly grinding her pussy on Karina's tongue.

This was Minjeong’s favorite view—Karina on her knees, her pretty face buried in her pussy, her sparkling big eyes looking up at her as her tongue flicked and teased her clit. "I love your mouth so fucking much, please don't stop," Minjeong gasped, her hips moving faster, her wetness coating Karina's face.

Karina was drunk on Minjeong's taste, closing her eyes to savor the moment and the flavor of her girlfriend's arousal. She increased her efforts, sucking harder and flicking her tongue faster over Minjeong's clit. "Cum for me, baby," she moaned, her tongue delving deep into Minjeong's folds, tasting her juices.

Karina drove her tongue deep into Minjeong's tight pussy, fucking her with her mouth. She swirled her tongue inside, coating it with Minjeong's sweet essence, her own chin dripping with Minjeong's wetness. She moaned, the vibrations on her pussy driving Minjeong wild. Karina devoured her pussy, wanting to taste every inch of her.

"Let me see how beautiful you look when I make you cum," she whispered, her tongue never stopping its assault.

Minjeong cried out, her body tensing as an intense orgasm ripped through her. She screamed Karina’s name, her juices flowing onto Karina's tongue.

Karina lapped up Minjeong's sweet release, gently kissing and sucking on her sensitive clit and pussy lips, milking every last drop of cum from her. Minjeong whimpered, her body trembling, her legs weak from the intensity of the orgasm.

Karina helped Minjeong sit down on the floor, pulling her into her lap and holding her close. Minjeong was still breathing heavily, her body still buzzing. Karina held her gently, stroking her hair and whispering soft words of affection.

Minjeong, her voice small and breathless, whispered, "Kiss me," and Karina smiled, gently tilting Minjeong's jaw to the side and capturing her lips in a deep kiss full of want. Minjeong moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on Karina's tongue.

Suddenly, a jolt went through Minjeong's body as Karina's hand inadvertently brushed against her sensitive pussy. "Ouch, too sensitive," she whimpered, and Karina immediately pulled her hand away.

"I'm sorry, baby," she soothed, gently caressing Minjeong's body with feather-light touches. But then, a moment of panic crossed Karina's face, and she muttered, "Oh shit."

Minjeong, sensing something was amiss, turned her head slightly and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

Karina reached for Minjeong's phone and turned on the front camera, revealing the hickeys that covered Minjeong's body.

Minjeong gasped, her eyes widening at the sight. "You're so dead," she said, a playful threat in her voice.

Karina's face took on a mischievous grin as she realized the extent of her love bites.

"Oops?" she offered, feigning innocence.

Minjeong shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. "You know we have a photoshoot tomorrow. How am I supposed to hide these?" she asked, her tone both fond and frustrated.

Karina bit her lip, a hint of guilt in her eyes. She pulled Minjeong closer, burying her face in her neck. "I got carried away," she murmured, her voice muffled against Minjeong's skin. "I couldn't help myself. You taste too good, and your body is just..." she trailed off, pressing a gentle kiss to each hickey, as if to soothe the marks away.

Minjeong laughed softly, her fingers tangling in Karina's hair. "I guess I'll have to try to hide them with make up tomorrow. AGAIN!" she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Or maybe I'll just tell them I walked into a door or something," she added. Karina chuckled, her breath warm on Minjeong's skin.

"Or you could just tell them the truth," she teased, her lips brushing against Minjeong's ear. "That your girlfriend couldn't keep her hands off you."

Minjeong smiled, snuggling closer into Karina's embrace. "I guess they'll have to deal with it," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Besides, who could blame you?" She placed a soft kiss on Karina's jaw, her fingers gently tracing the lines of Karina's face. "I love you," she whispered, her eyes full of love.

Karina held Minjeong tightly. "I love you too,” she replied, placing a soft kiss on Minjeong's forehead. They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their encounter.

Eventually, they would have to face the world and the challenges of hiding the marks, but for now, they existed in their own little bubble, lost in the warmth of their embrace and the sweetness of their love.

[aurorasgate]

Hello hello! I adore your writing, you truly have a gift for immersing the reader and portraying such intense emotions and beautiful scenes!

For the fall prompt event, i propose wishes + soft to rough kiss with diluc (can be nsfw if you like!)

diluc x reader | 16+ please! nothing explicit but for my own comfort since there’s some spicy implications

falling for you event (event requests closed)

ahh thank you so so much for your sweet words! it makes me really happy that you enjoy my writing and requested something for my event 🩷🥺 as always, i am but a puddle of love for this man

autumn nights at the winery always bring with them a chilling snow kissed breeze from dragonspine. cold enough your husband may very well scold you for being out in it so late if he catches you but despite his worries, it wasn’t so bad. especially on nights like tonight when you were missing diluc too much to sleep.  

the warmth of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders is reminiscent of him; his natural heat, the burning flames of his heart, that protect you from more than just the cold. after being in the study for so long it smells like him too; rich with wine, charred oak barrels and a hint of his shampoo. you tug it tighter around you as you walk through the vineyard to the cecilia garden, staring up at the stars that twinkle and shine above you.

in the moonlight, as the seasons change, the petals of the flowers draw closer together and are painted in the luminescent glow of the moon that’s so striking against the dark shadowed leaves. the world around you is lit by the moonlight but you’ve walked down this path many times before and don’t need the light to make your way to your usual spot on the gazebo that rests in the middle of the flower field.

from this particular spot on the gazebo, under a clear night sky and a nearly full moon, the dirt road leading from mond to the winery can be seen in the distance, waiting on bated breath for the familiar figure to pass by as he too often does. ready to guide diluc back to you.

sitting on the carved stone, you lean against the pillar and gather your legs to your chest and under your blanket, wondering if maybe one day the place you rest will have a lasting imprint of your longing, bit by bit wearing away with each time you settle in the same spot when you can’t sleep without your beloved by your side, when he’s putting himself in danger. no matter how capable you know your dark knight to be.

and despite your restless heart, the world around you feels calm, peaceful. just like he has worked so hard to make it. even the stars above you shine with hope and promise and when you see one falling from the sky in a streak of silver and cobalt blue, you let it take your wish of diluc’s safe and quick return with it.

you aren’t sure how long passes with your eyes on the starry sky and your daydreaming mind wandering to visions of bright red hair through your fingers, unbelievably strong arms around you, rose colored eyes burning with a love so deep it could easily consume you both, and a steady beating heart under your palms. it felt like forever in the wake of your yearning to be with him and yet like only a blinking moment has passed before your daydreams and reality become one. 

with how he suddenly appears before you, you half wonder if the unbelievably handsome man in front of you is a manifestation of your dreaming, wishing, heart. seemingly untouched by the monsters lurking in the night that he pulls from the shadows. so striking against the dark that blankets him in soft moonlight. 

but when he touches your face, the heat of his palm seeping through the leather of his gloves and warming your cool cheeks, you know without a doubt how real he is and that your wish had certainly been granted.

“what are you doing out here?” he asks, the concern in his tone reflecting back at you in his worried gaze, the brush of his thumb on your cheek melting any bit of cold you were feeling before. it’s so gentle and lingers on your skin for long after he’s moved his hand. “it’s not safe, nor warm enough-”

“i’m okay,” you promise him with a smile that meets your eyes. melting into his touch, you nuzzle your cheek against his palm, wishing it was the mix of soft and marred skin you were feeling rather than the leather that often kept his hands from your view. “and i’m not cold.” how could you be on the grounds of your home that has held more love than just the two of you share and especially now that he’s here with you. 

letting go of your blanket, you reach for the lapel of dilucs jacket and don’t give him a chance to say anything more about you being out in the night or the cold. and instead, much to your pleasure, all you only hear is the deep murmur of your name from his lips as you capture him in a soft, slow kiss. like a soothing balm to both your worries that you take great care in applying.

but it’s not long before you don’t hold back - can’t hold back now that he’s within your reach and with every touch of your lips to his, it’s only making you need him more.

diluc meets you in earnest, with the same delicate lock your lips in tender kisses. he lays you down on the messily sprawled out blanket on top of the night chilled stone of the gazebo with your legs around his waist and his hand cradling the back of your head but you don’t feel any cold with the way he presses your body to his with his other hand and with each kiss that feels more claiming than the last. that has you both burning as hot as a flame. 

your muffled noises are caught on the gentle breeze, drifting away to join the otherwise still night and it’s as though there is only the two of you in all of teyvat. as your lips grow hungrier, messier, it’s like the night above you will stretch on and on, until you’re both ready to leave this spot and prepare for another day where you may have to be apart for more than either of you would like.

but just like tonight, you would always end up back in each other's arms.

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[wonyowonyo]

Flavors of Love (M. Sana X M! Reader)

My first 3rd Gen Girlgroup oneshots, and it's none other than my lovely bias Sana! Nothing much to say here, and as always hope you all enjoy this one!

The bustling urban neighborhood was alive with the clamor of a thousand voices and the mouth-watering aromas of street food. Amid the chaos stood two food trucks, locked in a fierce battle for culinary supremacy. On one side was Sana's 'Sweet Eats,' a vibrant truck adorned with pastel colors and whimsical designs, offering the most delectable desserts. On the other side was Y/N's 'Savory Bites,' a sleek and modern truck serving up irresistible snacks that could make anyone's mouth water.

Sana and Y/N were the talk of the town. Their rivalry had become legendary, with each trying to outdo the other in flavor, presentation, and customer service. Sana's desserts were a symphony of sweetness, with intricate decorations and bold flavors that left customers in awe. Y/N's snacks were a carnival of savory delights, with perfectly balanced spices and innovative combinations that kept people coming back for more.

Despite their differences, the two had one thing in common: their unwavering passion for food.

It was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. Sana was already hard at work, preparing her famous macarons. Her assistant, Momo, a bubbly young woman with a passion for baking, was by her side.

"Morning, Sana! Ready to take on Y/N today?" Momo asked with a grin.

Sana smirked. "Always. We have to make sure our desserts are perfect. The customers expect nothing less."

Just across the street, Y/N was busy prepping his ingredients for the day. His best friend and sous-chef, Eunwoo, was helping him chop vegetables for their signature sliders.

"Think we can beat Sana today, Y/N?" Eunwoo asked, glancing over at the pastel-colored truck.

Y/N chuckled. "We don't need to beat her, Eunwoo. We just need to be the best at what we do. Our food will speak for itself."

As the day progressed, the lunch crowd began to gather. People lined up at both trucks, eager to taste the delicious offerings.

"Two chocolate lava cakes and a strawberry tart, please," a customer ordered at Sana's truck.

"Coming right up!" Sana replied with a smile, her hands moving deftly to prepare the order.

Over at Y/N's truck, a group of friends was debating which snacks to try.

"Those sliders look amazing," one of them said.

"Yeah, and I've heard the spicy wings are to die for," another added.

Y/N overheard and grinned. "Why not try both? I promise you won't be disappointed."

The friends laughed and placed their order, excited to taste Y/N's creations.

By mid-afternoon, the competition between Sana and Y/N was in full swing. The aroma of sweet and savory delights filled the air, drawing even more customers.

Sana glanced over at Y/N's truck and noticed the long line of people waiting. She frowned and turned to Momo.

"We need to step it up, Momo. Let's bring out the new recipe for the salted caramel cupcakes."

Momo nodded and quickly got to work, her hands flying as she mixed the ingredients.

Meanwhile, Eunwoo was helping Y/N plate their famous nachos when he noticed Sana's truck bustling with activity.

"Looks like Sana's got something new," Eunwoo said, nodding towards 'Sweet Eats.'

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Let's see if we can surprise her with our new truffle fries."

As the evening approached, the rivalry between the two food trucks became more evident. Sana and Y/N exchanged glances and smirks, each determined to outdo the other.

During a brief lull, Y/N decided to approach Sana's truck. He leaned against the counter, a playful grin on his face.

"Hey, Sana. Heard you got something new today. Trying to keep up with me?" he teased.

Sana rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "In your dreams, Y/N. My salted caramel cupcakes are going to be the talk of the town."

Y/N chuckled. "We'll see about that. Just wait until you try my truffle fries."

Momo watched the exchange with amusement. "You two are like an old married couple," she said, laughing.

Sana and Y/N both blushed and quickly looked away, their competitive facade momentarily cracking.

Among their regular customers were Mr. and Mrs. Kim, an elderly couple who had lived in the neighborhood for decades. They were well-known for their friendly demeanor and love for good food.

"Good evening, Sana dear," Mrs. Kim greeted as she approached 'Sweet Eats.' "We'll have our usual, please."

"Of course, Mrs. Kim. Two lemon meringue pies coming right up," Sana replied warmly.

Over at 'Savory Bites,' Mr. Kim was chatting with Y/N.

"You know, young man, I think your sliders are the best in the city," he said with a wink.

"Thanks, Mr. Kim. That means a lot," Y/N replied, genuinely touched.

The Kims were just two of the many regulars who frequented both trucks, enjoying the delicious food and the friendly rivalry between Sana and Y/N.

As the day came to a close, both food trucks began to wind down. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. Sana and Y/N were exhausted but satisfied with their day's work.

Momo and Eunwoo were chatting nearby, discussing the day's events.

"Do you think they'll ever admit they like each other?" Momo asked, glancing at Sana and Y/N.

Eunwoo laughed. "Not a chance. They're both too stubborn. But it's fun to watch them dance around it."

Sana and Y/N exchanged a look, both aware of the unspoken connection between them. Despite their rivalry, there was a mutual respect and understanding that went beyond their competitive banter.

As they packed up for the night, Sana approached Y/N's truck one last time.

"Good job today, Y/N. Your truffle fries were amazing," she said sincerely.

Y/N smiled. "Thanks, Sana. Your salted caramel cupcakes were pretty incredible too."

They stood there for a moment, the tension between them easing. For now, the rivalry was set aside, replaced by a shared appreciation for each other's talent.

As they parted ways, both Sana and Y/N couldn't help but wonder what the future held for their food trucks—and for their unexpected connection.

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The annual food festival was the highlight of the year for the neighborhood. Food trucks from all over the city gathered to showcase their best dishes, and the competition for the 'Best Food Truck' title was fierce. Sana and Y/N had been preparing for weeks, each determined to claim the coveted prize.

The festival was in full swing, with music playing, people laughing, and the smell of delicious food filling the air. Sana's 'Sweet Eats' was a hit, with people lining up for her famous macarons and decadent chocolate cakes. Y/N's 'Savory Bites' was no less popular, with his signature sliders and spicy wings drawing crowds.

The rivalry between Sana and Y/N was on full display. They exchanged glares and snarky comments, each trying to outshine the other. But beneath the surface, there was a grudging respect for each other's talent and dedication.

The morning of the food festival was a flurry of activity. Sana and Momo were setting up their display, making sure every dessert was perfectly arranged.

"Make sure those macarons are front and center, Momo. They need to catch people's eyes," Sana instructed.

Momo nodded, adjusting the trays. "You got it, boss. We're going to knock their socks off."

Across the festival grounds, Y/N and Eunwoo were busy grilling sliders and arranging their signature spicy wings.

"Think we're ready, Eunwoo?" Y/N asked, wiping his brow.

Eunwoo grinned. "Ready as we'll ever be. Let's show them what 'Savory Bites' is all about."

As the festival progressed, the judges began making their rounds. This year, the panel included renowned food critic, Elena Martinez, local celebrity chef, Marcus Lee, and the beloved neighborhood mayor, Mrs. Robinson.

Elena was the first to visit 'Sweet Eats.' She sampled a macaron, her eyes closing in appreciation. "Exquisite. The texture is perfect, and the flavors are bold yet balanced."

Sana beamed. "Thank you, Ms. Martinez. We strive for perfection."

Next, the judges moved to 'Savory Bites.' Marcus took a bite of a slider, his expression thoughtful. "Impressive. The spices are perfectly balanced, and the meat is tender and juicy."

Y/N nodded. "We use a special blend of spices to enhance the flavor."

As the evening wore on, Sana noticed the judges heading towards Y/N's truck again. She frowned, feeling a pang of anxiety. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she approached Y/N's truck.

"Hey, Y/N. How about a friendly wager?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "What kind of wager?"

"Whoever wins the 'Best Food Truck' title has to treat the other to dinner," Sana suggested, a challenge in her voice.

Y/N smirked. "You're on, Sana. Get ready to lose."

Just as the festival was reaching its peak, disaster struck. The entire area was plunged into darkness due to a sudden power outage. Panic spread through the crowd, but the food trucks had backup generators that kicked in, providing some relief.

However, the storage tent where all the supplies were kept was not so lucky. Sana and Y/N found themselves trapped inside, surrounded by boxes of ingredients and supplies.

"Great, just what I needed," Sana muttered, folding her arms and leaning against a stack of flour bags.

"Yeah, because being stuck with you is my idea of a good time," Y/N shot back, rolling his eyes.

Sana shot him a glare. "You could lighten up a bit, you know."

"Me? Lighten up? That’s rich coming from you," he quipped, crossing his arms defiantly.

They stood in silence for a while, the only sound the distant murmur of people outside and the occasional creak of the tent.

After what felt like an eternity, Sana broke the silence. "So, why food trucks? Why not a restaurant or something?"

Y/N glanced at her, surprised by the question. "I like the freedom. No fixed location, no overhead costs. Plus, I get to meet new people every day. What about you?"

Sana shrugged. "Same here, I guess. I love the creativity and the challenge. Every day is different, and I get to make people happy with my desserts."

"Even when it means competing against me?" he teased.

"Especially when it means competing against you!" she shot back with a laugh.

They both chuckled, the initial hostility giving way to a tentative truce.

As the night wore on, they began to talk more freely. They shared stories of their early days in the business, the challenges they had faced, and their dreams for the future.

Sana leaned back against a crate, her eyes sparkling. "I dream of opening a bakery one day, a cozy spot where people can come and enjoy my desserts. Something special."

"That sounds amazing, Sana. You’d make it a warm, inviting place," Y/N said, genuinely impressed.

Y/N spoke of his desire to start a culinary school, where he could teach others the art of cooking and inspire the next generation of chefs.

"Teaching is a big responsibility," Sana mused. "You really think you could handle it?"

"I could if I had a great assistant," he winked, causing her to laugh again.

To their surprise, they found that they had a lot in common. They both came from humble beginnings, had worked hard to get where they were, and were driven by a deep love for food.

As they talked, the atmosphere in the tent began to change. The rivalry that had defined their relationship started to fade, replaced by a growing connection. They laughed and joked, shared their hopes and fears, and found comfort in each other's company.

At one point, Sana reached for a box of supplies and accidentally brushed against Y/N's hand. They both froze, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through them.

"Sorry," Sana said, pulling back quickly, her cheeks flushing.

"It's okay," Y/N replied, his voice softer than usual. He could feel his heart racing.

Sana’s gaze fell to the ground for a moment before she looked back up at him. "You know, you’re not as unbearable as I thought."

Y/N smirked. "And you’re not as sweet as your desserts."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside the tent seemed to disappear. There was something there, something that neither of them had expected but could no longer ignore.

Just as quickly as it had gone out, the power came back on, flooding the tent with light. Sana and Y/N blinked in the sudden brightness, the spell broken.

"Well, there goes our moment," Sana said, her voice laced with disappointment.

"Yeah, back to reality," Y/N sighed, forcing a grin. They quickly gathered their supplies, the mood shifting again as they realized what had just happened.

As they stepped out of the tent, the festival atmosphere buzzed with life once more. But the tension between them had transformed; the fierce competition was now mixed with an undeniable chemistry.

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The days following the festival were filled with hilarious and heartwarming encounters as Sana and Y/N tried to navigate their new dynamic. They still competed fiercely, each trying to outdo the other, but there was a new layer to their interactions.

One afternoon, while setting up for lunch, Sana caught Y/N glancing at her. She smiled and waved. "Enjoying the view?"

Y/N chuckled, shaking his head. "You wish! I was just... checking on my competition."

"Right, keep telling yourself that," she teased back.

They found themselves thinking about each other more often, wondering what the other was doing, and looking for excuses to talk. Their banter became more playful, their glances lingered a little longer, and their rivalry took on a new, more personal dimension.

However, confusion and mixed signals abounded. One day, Sana might seem distant, focusing solely on her work, while the next, she’d be laughing at Y/N’s jokes and leaning in a little too close.

One day, as they both waited in line for coffee, Y/N caught her eye. "What’s it gonna be today, Sana? Another one of those fancy frappes?"

Sana smirked, crossing her arms. "Actually, I was thinking of getting a plain black coffee. You know, to fuel my superior baking skills."

"Plain coffee for plain competition?" Y/N shot back playfully.

Sana leaned closer, a mock-serious expression on her face. "Don’t underestimate the power of simplicity."

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the familiar spark ignite again. But as they bantered, an undercurrent of tension lingered, complicating their every interaction.

However, confusion and mixed signals abounded. One day, Sana might seem distant, focusing solely on her work, while the next, she’d be laughing at Y/N’s jokes and leaning in a little too close. Y/N, too, found himself caught between wanting to keep things professional and feeling an undeniable pull towards Sana.

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Enter Mina, a charismatic food blogger with a massive following. Mina had heard about the legendary rivalry between 'Sweet Eats' and 'Savory Bites' and decided to feature them both on their blog.

"Hey, Sana! Hey, Y/N! I'm Mina, and I run 'Foodie Frenzy.' I'd love to do a feature on both of your trucks. How about a joint interview?" Mina suggested, a camera in hand.

Sana and Y/N exchanged a look, the idea of working together both exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Sure, Mina. We'd love to," Sana said, her competitive spirit shining through.

"Let's do it," Y/N agreed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The joint interview turned out to be a huge success. Mina's questions were insightful, and their followers loved the dynamic between Sana and Y/N. The interview ended with a challenge: Mina asked them to create a fusion dish together, combining their strengths.

"Why not?" Sana said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It could be fun."

Y/N nodded. "Let's show them what we can do."

They spent the next few weeks working together, experimenting with different flavors and techniques. They argued and laughed, challenged each other and supported each other, and in the process, grew closer than ever.

But the closer they got, the more complicated their feelings became. Sana found herself getting jealous when Y/N talked to other women, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation when Sana seemed overly friendly with male customers. Their confusion and mixed signals reached a peak one evening after a particularly heated argument over a recipe.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" Sana exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"Me? You're the one who insists on doing everything your way!" Y/N shot back, his eyes blazing.

They stood there, breathing heavily, the tension between them almost tangible. Suddenly, Y/N stepped closer, his voice softer. "Sana, why do we keep fighting like this? There's something here, something more than just competition."

Sana's eyes widened, her heart pounding. She opened her mouth to respond but hesitated, the words stuck in her throat. "I... I don't know, Y/N. Maybe we're just too different."

Y/N looked at her, his expression pained. "Maybe. Or maybe we're just scared to admit how we really feel."

The following days were filled with awkward silences and longing glances. Both Sana and Y/N found themselves replaying their argument, questioning their feelings and what it meant for their future.

One night, Sana couldn't sleep. She decided to take a walk and found herself outside Y/N's food truck. To her surprise, the lights were on. She hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

Y/N opened the door, looking surprised but pleased to see her. "Sana, what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about what you said," Sana confessed, her voice trembling. "You're right. There's something here, something I've been too scared to admit."

Y/N stepped aside, letting her in. "I've been thinking about it too. Sana, I... I think I'm falling for you."

Sana looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. "I think I am too, Y/N. But what if it doesn't work out? What if we ruin everything?"

Y/N took her hands in his, his gaze steady. "We'll never know unless we try. I don't want to spend another day wondering what could have been."

With that, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle, tender kiss that sealed their newfound connection.

As their relationship blossomed, Sana and Y/N began to dream of a future together. One night, as they sat in a cozy café, Y/N brought up an idea.

"Sana, what if we combined our talents and opened a place together? A bakery and snack shop where we can create amazing fusion dishes and share our passion with the world."

Sana's eyes lit up with excitement. "Y/N, that sounds incredible! 'Sweet & Savory Bites'... a place where we can be partners in every sense."

The next few months were a whirlwind of activity as Sana and Y/N poured their hearts and souls into establishing 'Sweet & Savory Bites.' They found the perfect location in a bustling neighborhood, renovated the space to reflect their combined styles, and crafted a menu that showcased their unique blend of flavors.

They worked tirelessly, supporting each other through the challenges and celebrating each milestone together. Their friends and family rallied around them, offering help and encouragement every step of the way.

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A year later, Sana and Y/N stood outside their brand new establishment: 'Sweet & Savory Bites,' a combination bakery and snack shop that had quickly become the go-to spot in the neighborhood. Their dreams had merged into one, and the community had embraced their unique blend of flavors and their inspiring story.

As they cut the ribbon, surrounded by friends, family, and loyal customers, Sana and Y/N exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Their journey had been filled with competition, collaboration, and connection, and it was only just beginning.

"Here's to sweet and savory," Y/N said, raising a glass.

"To sweet and savory," Sana echoed, clinking her glass against his.

And with that, they stepped into their future, together.

[honeipie]

Hi love! I love your works and writing style so-so much! May I please request Bakugou falling in love with a weak and sick fem!reader that is bound to hospital bed because of her disease (she can walk but she is too weak to do so). They could meet at the hospital while she still had strength to walk. Basically, he falls in love with her watching her wither away.My heart is craving angst and some soft Bakugou💔It's okay if you can't write it. Anyway, thank you!!! Sending you lots of love 🩷🩷

THE PROMISE

katsuki bakugo x fem!sickreader

synopsis: katsuki fell in love with you, but all good things must come to an end

author note: my first writing request i will treasure this forever!

cw: sick reader, the sickness is not specific, mentions of dying

“thank you for coming dynamite! the kids will be excited to see you here!” a woman in scrubs bowed in thanks, which katsuki only grunted at.

“don’t have to bow or anything, but you’re welcome” katsuki dipped his head a bit as a sign of respect. the woman held her clipboard with a smile.

“well aren’t you humble? come on now, the kids are right this way”

the nurse led him through a pair of doors that were decorated with stickers and kids names from top to bottom.

katsuki had decided that he would spend his volunteer days at the local hospital. it was either that or wearing a hairnet at the local soup kitchen. telling kids about some of his battles and even doing a damn craft if he had to.

now he had thought the doors were colorful, but the room was something else. children’s drawings were hung up all over the ceiling being held together by small clothespins and wire. there were shelves of toys and stuffed animals across just one wall, and a playmat for a safe area to have fun in.

though there were no kids on the playmat letting their imaginations run wild with dolls. neither were there at the easel’s painting a new picture to hang up.

they were all sitting at the table enthralled with something in front of them. katsuki was about to get their attention before he heard your voice.

“and then they came in contact with the evil king. he sat on top of his throne which towered above the hero and the princess”

“why’d he make his throne so high up?” one of the kids asked eyebrows scrunched together.

“because the king thought he was better than everyone. thought everyone was small compared to him, but that’s not the right mindset to have” the child nodded in understanding which allowed you to go on “then the king yelled out to the two-“ you looked up finally noticing the pro hero staring into your soul. your next words stopped in your throat at his presence.

blinking your eyes you gained your composure again sending the kids a smile “the king yelled out you’re gonna have to wait until next week to find out” all the the kids screamed ‘no!’ collectively, disappointed that their story time was being cut short. all you could do was laugh as they all gathered near your legs begging you to continue the story.

“i don’t think you’ll want to hear any more of the story when you see the special guest" all of the kids immediately turned around at your words now noticing the big pro hero that had been lingering behind them.

"dynamite!" they all screamed and went over to him as fast as they could. he was now being bombarded with questions and stories about himself.

"guys c'mon! let him breathe" you walked over giving him a smile "sorry, they're just really excited"

katsuki shook his head at your words "it's fine. better then damn villains attacking me-"

"he said a bad word! y/n he said a bad word!" the kids started feeding off of each other's energy until it turned into a full on shouting match.

"i heard it everyone don't worry, but dynamite is an adult so he's allowed to say the bad words" you gently tugged the kids away from dynamite so he could collect himself. some part in you hoped he had something planned, but he just seemed to stand there awkwardly. this was nothing like the hot-headed hero you saw on the television. he shifted his weight from one foot to the other looking at the kids, then up at you again. catching the memo you nodded.

"why don't we all introduce ourselves to dynamite, yeah? go find a seat and then we can start"

he watched as all of the kids followed your instructions without further push back. katsuki sent a subtle nod your way in which you returned "right this way dynamite"

you led him over to the chair you were sitting in "you can sit right here then we can go over names" katsuki sat down in the chair, but had to scoot up to the edge of it. between his hero suit and wide hips fitting in the chair simply wasn't going to happen.

for the next hour you directed as the kids introduced themselves and were able to ask the hero questions. katsuki answered most of the kids questions, well the one's that weren't 'do you have a girlfriend?' or 'why do you look mad all the time?'. your personal favorite being 'why do you sweat so much?'. as soon as it came out of the kid's mouth you burst out in laughter.

dynamite rolled his eyes not even looking at you "glad you found that funny"

"sorry! just- just wasn't expecting that"

by the time the last question was answered it was time for them to go back to their individual rooms "everybody say thank you to dynamite!"

"thank you dynamite!" they yelled out before filing out of the room one by one. there was a smile on your face as you turned to clean up but immediately jumped at the sight of the pro hero that was now particularly close to you.

"hi!" it came out in such a high pitch you had to clear your throat to make sure you were alright "thanks for spending time with the kids. they really enjoyed it i could tell"

"good"

his empty response only left you more confused. blinking away the confusion you put back on that polite smile of yours "well i'm just going to go clean" you stepped away from him walking over to the table. you had gotten the bright idea that each kid should make colorful nametags and give them to the pro hero.

"what was i doing wrong?" he asked quickly, but you still caught it.

"excuse me?"

"what was i doing wrong? cause some of the kids were looking at me like i was stupid when you walked in"

a smile crept onto your lips hearing his words. the katsuki bakugo asking for feedback.

"well i know you're a blunt man, so let me be blunt with you. when you walked in you kinda looked stupid. like you just got shocked by lightning and couldn't move. correct me if i'm wrong. that's probably because you don't have much experience with kids"

he scratched his chin a light stubble growing on his chin. he hasn't had much time to shave "i don't"

you could tell that there was more that he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it. taking one of the pencil boxes you slid it back into place "if you wanted to visit again. i could teach you some of the things i've learned along the years. i could take you on a walk around the hospital" his eyes stayed glues to the floor making you just a bit nervous "i didn't want to assume but the kids really had fun. plus i know they would love if you came back"

taking his fingers off of his chin he looked up. there was no way the paparazzi was catching him in a hairnet "okay, let’s go, show me around the hospital"

you raised your eyebrow at his swift demands and stepped aside to show him the mess on the table "i know you're some popular pro hero, but here? you're a volunteer. so what we're going to is clean this place up. then we'll see about that walk" you went over and gave him a pat on the shoulder "welcome to the team"

the next two months went by pretty quickly. he would come to hang out with the kids and you'd help him with how to interact with them and setting up activities. and after all the festivities were over you would take him on walks around the hospital.

this was the third month he had come, and you were showing him the gardens. the two of you had established your own kind of relationship with each other built on respect. he even let you call him bakugo now.

"sometimes i like to bring the kids out here and teach them all about the plants and how to garden. they don't like it because they're learning though. they like it because they're big dirtballs and love to play in the flowerbeds"

this made katsuki let out a stiff chuckle. he would take this to his grave, but he was genuinely enjoying the time that he volunteered here. his manager didn't have to threaten him with late night shifts just to blindly pick up volunteer hours anymore. there was some sort of fulfillment he got out of hearing the kids call "mr. dynamite" when they had a question. or when they laughed so hard their tiny stomach's hurt just because he called them "little brats". he watched as you went to sit down on a nearby bench going to make sure that the flowers next to them had been watered recently.

plus, he didn't mind spending alone time with you either.

he sat down next to you moving his focus over to your hands "you know a damn lot about this hospital. how long you been a volunteer?"

you stilled at his question, and he was one to notice details. you pulled your hands away from the flowers going to face him "i actually don't volunteer. i'm a patient" you didn't like people asking questions, so you prepared a speech every time someone asked "i don't know what illness i have. doctors have been running tests for years and they still can't seem to understand. at random times i'll just get things like flareups, or my body will become absolutely exhausted out of nowhere. there’s other symptoms too, but i don’t want to bore you with the details. they won't let me go because it's like every time i walk out of the walls of this hospital something bad happens and i need to go right back to bed rest"

katsuki did something that a lot of people who asked about your sickness didn't know how to do. he listened. he was attentive and never let his eyes leave your face as you explained.

"i've been in and out of here since i was a kid. that's why i know the hospital and the workers so well. that nurse that brought you in the first day? she was just my nurse years ago, but now she's head of the pediatric floor"

it was all coming together now. the way you showed him the most secluded hallways. how you knew what times they would be doing building wide activities. and he was finally making sense of your words that you had told him on his first day.

"you have to know the hospital to really understand the kids. i know it sounds stupid, but this is their home, and some people can't understand that. most of these kids spend more time in the hospital than they do in their own house. so know this hospital. have enough respect for them to at least try and understand what they're going through"

you had felt so deeply about this because you had gone through the same exact thing, and you weren't going to have someone mistreat these kids.

“cool”

your eyebrows raised at his response.

“cool? i just told you about my lifelong sickness and you’re gonna say cool?”

“well whaddya want me to say? you want me to treat you like a fucking dying plant?”

“no”

“then i’m going to say cool and we can move the hell on”

“wow! is the number two hero dynamite really being a sweetheart?”

with one hand he gave you a playful shove “fuck off” he mumbled taking that arm and letting it rest behind you on the bench “and call me katsuki”

as the months pass, katsuki grows more comfortable with the children, and with you. he decided that he should come more frequently. once every month turned into every two weeks. then those two weeks turning into one. the two of you never really defined the relationship. you didn’t need to. all that you needed to know was he cared for you, and you him.

it only took one week to change everything.

katsuki walked onto the children’s floor heading into the room. all of the kids were doing their centers, but you were nowhere to be found. he saw the nurse though, helping one of the children with a computer game. when he walked over he ruffled the hair on top of the kids head “sup brat. mrs. harada, ‘s y/n here?”

mrs. harada’s expression grew soft. she placed a hand on the child’s shoulder letting them know she’d be right back. gently she grabbed katsuki’s forearm and walked him to a corner of the room.

“y/n relapsed. it was a two days after you came to volunteer. she was fine, about to head out from cleaning then just collapsed”

katsuki felt his blood running cold. how the hell could this happen? he just saw you. you were just fine.

why didn’t you call him?

mrs. harada placed a gentle hand on his shoulder “i’m sorry. i know you two are close, and i'm sure you don’t know how to feel. i can tell you her room number so you can see her. i’ll step in for both of you today” she smiled writing it on a sticky note and handed it to him. he gave her a nod then went to storm out “bakugo” she called out to get his attention “i understand you might be feeling betrayed, and you’re allowed to feel that way, but y/n is feeling a lot at the moment. she finally thought she was getting better and- and here we are. so please go easy on her”

katsuki thanked her, then headed out the door.

he walked through the hospital on a mission. he didn't stop to greet anyone or take autographs. the only time that he stopped was when he saw your room number.

the door was cracked open, but he couldn't see you from the angle where he was.

it was strange.

katsuki has trained for more hours than he could count. he had been facing villain's since he was at least fourteen years old. he had been through a whole damn war for crying out loud. and yet, as he stood there he felt a weight he had never felt before.

you glanced up seeing katsuki walk through the door. your heart started beating faster as soon as you saw him. even if you tried to put up a facade about it, your heart monitor gave everything away.

“you found me”

“ ‘s not like you gave me any other choice”

you watched as he stood in the doorway. hand stuffed in the pockets of his sweats. you had recommended that he didn't wear his hero suit since it would probably get uncomfortable after a while.

"katsuki you can come in-"

"why didn't you tell me as soon as it happened?"

"it's complicated"

"then fucking explain it to me" he stared at you his face unmoving.

"fine" you sat up wincing slightly at the pain shooting up your spine. katsuki almost faltered seeing your face contort from the pain "I don't know why I didn't tell you okay? The thought crossed my mind about a thousand times, but I just couldn't do it" a shaky sigh left your body and you tried to fight back the tears "there's just a lot going on.. and- and-"

the door clicked softly behind him, but you hadn't noticed. katsuki had made his way next to your bed and was already climbing in beside you. the bed let out a groan because of the added weight. he wrapped one arm around you and wiped your tears with the other. his thumb had a rough texture from all the explosions they've let out throughout the years. but they were gentle for you, and only you.

"you don't gotta say anymore. i've got you"

you leaned onto his shoulder letting the dam of your emotions break onto him. tears ran down your face, but you let them flow this time.

so you cried, and you cried, and you cried and cried and cried.

and katsuki let you.

it had been a while before you could compose yourself again. the room was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional snuffle from you.

"do you feel better?" he asked turned his head to face you.

"yeah.. 'm sorry you had to deal with that"

"don't fuckin' apologize for crying"

you chuckled at his words going to grab a tissue to wipe any excess. he tilted his head some analyzing a spot on your face closely.

"you got somethin' right.. there" he swiped a piece of tissue that had gotten stuck on your face.

you faced him getting a better look from up close. blond hair stuffed under a black baseball cap. bags under his eyes from all of his night shifts.

katsuki couldn't handle you looking at him like that. eyes still puffy from crying. your tongue running over your lips.

fuck it.

katsuki's hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck. he pulled you close as gently as he could. your foreheads touched before anything else.

"you don't want to kiss me. my face is disgusting" you whispered making him laugh, genuinely laugh.

"i've seen some disgusting shit and this isn't one of them"

you smiled before closing the distance between the two of you. there was a nice contrast to the kiss. between the roughness of his palm on your neck and his soft lips pressed against yours.

you could stay this way forever.

katsuki sneakily moved his tongue over your lips and pulled away. he made a face shaking his head "salty as shit"

"shut up!" you pushed him playfully making the both of you fall into laughter.

you and katsuki went on like this for months. constant visits, playful kisses, and when he was tired from patrol, he'd even let you read to him until he fell asleep.

but with the good, also came the bad.

your body had been getting weaker throughout the months. it came to the point where you couldn't get out of the bed unless you had help. katsuki had offered to take you on walks by putting you in the wheelchair, but you always refused. that is until you got the news.

"kats" you said causing him to lift his head from your shoulder "i wanna go on a walk"

he was confused at first. the sudden request to do something that you never wanted to was strange. though he didn't ask any questions as he went to get your things set up.

katsuki wrapped his arms around your torso lifting you up to be placed in the wheelchair. he had studied how the nurses did this thousands of times. you were embarrassed that he had to do this for you, but he'd do them a million times over it if meant walking with you.

there were no questions asked on where you wanted to go, you both knew.

katsuki pulled your wheelchair right next to the bench, but ended up putting you in his lap. you leaned against his shoulder looking at the cherry blossoms.

"when i die-"

"y/n don't start with that shit. you're not gonna die. you're gonna come back from this"

your one hand weakly played with the hair on the back of his head "we all die kats. it's okay if i talk about it"

"yeah, but you're talking about dying soon"

with a sad look in your eyes you watched his eyes follow the falling blossoms.

"can you at least promise me something then?"

"yeah"

"when i die, take care of the kids for me. you're so good with them and i don't trust just anybody handling it up there"

katsuki's eyes stayed glued to the trees in front of him.

"I can do that"

"and also-"

"idiot you said one promise!"

"hey! i'm dying i can make as many promises as i want" you smiled weakly at your own joke, but he didn't think it was too funny.

"promise to take care of yourself"

you saw his throat bob up and down at your words.

"you take care of so many other people and don't make time for yourself. learn how to rest kats. i can't have you dying either okay?" you placed a soft kiss on his cheek for good measure "you promise?"

katsuki rubbed one of his hands up and down your arm. a slow, shuddering breath leaving his mouth.

"i promise"

knowing that he would be okay you could finally rest, forever.

[water-to-drink]

Hi :)

Im not sure if you write angst so if you don't please ignore this.

Please can I request a fic where the Reader and Kaveh are in the desert and they get ambushed by something e.g. eremites and the reader gets injured. (also if you don't do Kaveh, Alhaitham would be ok too)

It’s Just A Scratch

(Pairing): Kaveh x gn!reader

(Synopsis): What was supposed to be an uneventful trip through the desert turns into the worst nightmare for Kaveh

(Tags/Warnings): Angst, blood, violence, Kaveh is reader’s boyfriend, petnames (dear and baby), (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 690 (nice)

(A/n): I hope this is fulfills your request

Traversing such an arid region is not for the faint hearted, the blistering sun and harsh winds are surely meant to keep any inexperienced travelers away. Travelers like you

“Ugh, it’s so hot.” You whined. “I can’t believe you travel through the desert as often as you do!” You fanned yourself with your hands while struggling to keep up with your boyfriend

“It’s not bad once you get used to it, now come on let’s get going we’re almost there.” Kaveh said as he offers you his water canteen

You take it and drink some, careful not to drink all of your boyfriend’s water. You’re coming back from a meeting with a client, you accompanied him as support for the blond, knowing how some clients can be. Now the two of you are on your way back to the city

You handed the canteen back to the architect and kept walking right besides him. You can tell that your boyfriend is very familiar with the terrain, which is something you’re thankful for

“When we get back into the city, let’s grab a drink. On me!” You said

“Wanting to drink after being in blistering heat, I don’t know what to do with you, dear.”

“Hey! You know you were thinking of the same thing-” You came to a halt when Kaveh’s outstretched arm stopped you from going any further

In the middle of the road, there’s a barricade blocking your path

“Kaveh, what’s wrong-”

“We need to turn back.” The blond stated. “It’s dangerous here.”

You rarely saw your boyfriend this serious, so whatever is making him this way should be avoided

Turning around you see a group of people in quickly approaching you and your boyfriend

Eremites!

Quickly you draw your weapons and start fighting your assailants

Kaveh’s heavy claymore effortlessly swings at the Eremites without making the architect break a sweat. Things looked to be going pretty smoothly until he halted his movements

A blood curdling scream rips from behind him, he turns his head to see you being stabbed in the stomach

The next few moments were a blur. Ditching his briefcase in favor of swinging his greatsword by hand, soon enough he sees the Eremites retreating

Quickly turning his attention towards your bleeding limp form, he kneels down and presses on the wound

Panic fills him as he saw blood gush from your wound and cover his hands. He sallowed down his anxiety and made quick work of your injury

Thank the archons he entertained Al haitham’s ramblings mainly the ones that involved medical advice, he hastily patches you up and made sure you were in a stable enough state to move you

Picking you up he ran to Aaru Village and begged the village doctors to help you

The next hours felt like pure agony for the blond, he paced back and forth through the room waiting for the doctors to come out and say that you’re okay. The logical side of him knew that you lost a lot of blood. Wanting to be hopeful but his crimson stained shirt that stickily clung onto his chest broke that illusion for him

The same hopeful side just wanted you to pull through, to keep your promise to stay with him forever and not leave him

After a few agonizing hours the doctors come back and say you’re okay, after some words that went over Kaveh’s head he was allowed to see you

Entering the room he his heart dropped. Your skin normally full of life and color now a sickly pale with large bags under your eyes

“Hey… sorry for scaring you back there.” You weakly said

“Baby, don’t be sorry. I should be the one apologizing, you got hurt because of me.”

“Kaveh…” You reached out to caress his face but your hand so shaky that the architect feared that it would drop

Taking your hand he pressed his face into your palm, noting how cold your hands feel against his cheek

He can beat himself up over failing to protect you later, what matters is for him to be strong for you

[siythn]

SPILL YOUR GUTS! - SATORU GOJO

SYNPOSIS: as you and gojo grow closer by the seasons, it seems the two of you notice the underlying tension ready to burst. but, it's better to ignore it. . .right? pretending to be just friends when carving pumpkins is nothing short of a hangout—yeah.

WARNINGS! mentions of carving with sharp tools, fluff

WC. 1.5k

THE AUTUMN BREEZE carried a hint of chill, but the sunlight kept you warm as you sat next to Gojo on the porch, pumpkins scattered around the two of you like blank canvases waiting for a masterpiece. You picked up a carving knife, rolling it between your fingers as Gojo leaned back, arms stretched lazily behind him.

“So,” you started, eyeing the pile of pumpkins, “you ready to actually carve these, or are you just going to sit there and supervise?”

He smirked, his sunglasses glinting in the light. “I’m thinking about it. Pumpkin carving is serious business, after all.”

“Serious?” you raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You? Serious?”

He chuckled, the angle he sat at pushing his glasses down slightly to meet your eyes. “Hey, I can be serious when I want to be. I’m just considering my options.” He turned his back to you and picked up the biggest pumpkin of the bunch, turning it over as if to judge its worth. “This one looks promising. Classic shape, good color.”

You snorted. “It’s a pumpkin, Gojo. They all look the same.”

He grinned in response, setting the pumpkin down in front of him. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. A true artist appreciates the subtle differences.”

“Oh, so you’re an artist now?”

He flashed you a playful look, grabbing a carving tool. “I have many talents. You should know that by now.”

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered under your breath, focusing on your own pumpkin as you began sketching out a design. “But I’m willing to bet my pumpkin turns out better than yours.”

Gojo shakes his head, a hint of a laugh meets the brief silence. “Oh, you want to make this a competition?”

“Isn’t everything with you a competition?” you teased, drawing the first line into the orange skin.

He didn’t deny it. “Alright then. Let’s see who can make the most impressive pumpkin.”

You both got to work, the sound of scraping and cutting filling the comfortable silence between you. Occasionally, you’d glance over at Gojo, his brows furrowed in concentration as he carefully cut into the pumpkin. He was taking it seriously, which only made you smile.

“What are you going for?” you asked after a few minutes.

“Something classic,” he replied, still focused on his pumpkin. “But with a twist.”

“You always have to add some dramatic flair, don’t you?”

He shrugged, not looking up. “It’s who I am.”

You shook your head, turning back to your own work. “I’m going for simple but cute. Something that actually looks like a pumpkin—“, you pause to glance at Gojos art. “unlike whatever you’re doing.”

“Oh, this is going to look like a pumpkin,” he said, his voice teasing. “Just. . .a better one than yours.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. “We’ll see about that.”

Quiet minutes passed, and the pile of pumpkin guts between you grew. You were almost finished with your design when Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead as if to prove his point.

“I’m pretty sure I’m a genius,” he said, leaning back to admire his work.

“Modest as always,” you muttered, setting your carving tool down and wiping your hands on a towel nearby. “Let’s see it then.”

Gojo grinned, turning his pumpkin around for you to see. It was surprisingly good, compared to other works he’s done. The lines were clean, the design intricate but not overdone. He’d carved a sharp, fierce face into the pumpkin, with jagged eyes and a mischievous grin.

“Okay,” you pause, tilting your head as you inspected it. “That’s actually not bad.”

“Not bad?” he repeated, his voice full of mock offense. “Come on, you can give me more credit than that.”

You crossed your arms, fighting the smile that creeps up on your lips. “It’s alright. But mine’s still better.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Alright, let’s see it then.”

You turned your pumpkin around, revealing the cute, simple face you had carved. It was a classic jack-o-lantern design—nothing too fancy, but clean and neat. Gojo stared at it for a second before letting out a low whistle.

“Cute,” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “But safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated, your eyes narrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, still smiling. “Just saying, you could’ve taken a few more risks. Gone for something a bit more—,” he stops for quick second to look up at your eyes. “exciting.”

“I don’t need to overdo it to make something good,” you shot back. “Sometimes, simple is better.”

Gojo chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “You really think that’s going to win against my masterpiece?”

“I’m not trying to win,” you said, tossing a piece of pumpkin guts at him. “I’m just trying to make something that doesn’t look like it’s about to eat someone.”

He caught the pumpkin piece, tossing it aside with ease. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t hide your smile that toned your voice. “Fine, Mr. Genius. Let’s call it a tie.”

He tilted his head, pretending to think it over as he sat still for a moment. “A tie, huh? I don’t know. I feel like I came out on top here.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “You just want to win everything.”

“I mean,” he said, flashing you a grin, “can you blame me? Winning is fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you still hang out with me,” he pointed out, leaning a little closer.

You bumped his shoulder with yours, smiling softly. “Yeah, well, somebody has to keep your ego in check.”

Gojo chuckled, his voice softening just a bit. “You’re probably the only one who could.”

The air between you shifted slightly, the playful banter fading into something a little more comfortable—more personal. His arm brushed against yours as you both sat back, looking out at the sunset. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a little closer than usual, but neither of you made any effort to move apart. Seemingly a silent mutual agreement to soak it in while it lasts.

“You know,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter, “as sappy as it is, we do make a good team.”

You glanced at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, like he was seeing more than just the pumpkins in front of you. “Yeah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “We do.”

Gojo’s hand brushed yours, the contact lingering for just a second too long, and for a moment, you thought he might say something more; not if your heart beating out of your chest did it for him first. But instead, he smiled that same playful grin, breaking the tension with a wink.

“You’re not gonna get all sentimental on me now, are you?” he teased.

You shoved him lightly, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. “As if. I just didn’t want to crush your spirit too much after beating you in pumpkin carving.”

Gojo laughed, the sound light and easy, but there was something in his expression that stayed soft, even as he joked with you. “You really think you won, huh?”

“I know I did,” you said confidently, standing up and stretching. “But you can have your little victory if it makes you feel better.”

Gojo stood up as well, his height towering over you in a way that made your heart skip again. He reached out, ruffling your hair before you could stop him. “You’re cute when you’re competitive, you know that?”

You swatted his hand away, glaring up at him. “I’m always cute.”

He chuckled, leaning in just a bit closer; making his features more vibrant. He grinned at your flushed face and stepped back, picking up a couple of candles to place inside the pumpkins.

It was a known thing for Gojo to be a flirt. But as time passed between the two of you, it got more personal. He seemed to love to take advantage of the fact.

As the two of you lit the pumpkins, the soft glow of the candles flickering through the carved designs, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at Gojo. The way the warm light played off his features, the subtle smirk that never seemed to leave his face—it made your heart race in a way you weren’t quite ready to admit.

“Alright,” Gojo said, breaking your trance as he stepped back to admire the glowing pumpkins. “I’ll give you this—you did a good job.”

You smiled, leaning into his side as you both looked at your creations. “You too, Gojo.”

He glanced down at you, that familiar playful glint in his eyes. “First compliment of the evening, could get used to this.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile widened. “Don’t expect much.”

“Too late,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer. “You’re stuck with me now.”

And even though you playfully pushed him away, you didn’t move too far. Because maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being stuck with him after all.

© All Rights Reserved, owned by SIYTHN

finally back for spooky season—sorry for the long break but ready to be back!!! make sure to take care of yourselves, lots of love ᡣ𐭩 Ѽ

[legiblyloathed]

Ain’t He Darling? (Chapter 2)

Yandere! Wally Darling x Reader

A/N: This has gone from a oneshot to a twoshot to what’s now shaping up to be at least a five chapter story and for that I apologize. The “date” with Wally was only meant to be half a chapter and now it’s a full one. I will, in fact, learn nothing from this and will continue to accidentally increase my workload in the future. Many thanks for the kind comments on chapter 1, and I hope you enjoy chapter 2!

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You know, maybe it was hasty to imagine Wally killing me as the worst case scenario. I think I’d take getting murdered in the woods over the uncomfortable silence I’ve been stewing in all afternoon.

Or at least, the silence is making me uncomfortable. Ever since I dragged myself out of the house to paint with him like I promised, I’ve spent damn near every minute avoiding eye contact like it’d kill me. Not that it seems to be working, as every time I glance up from my painting, I can see him out of the corner of my eye, and without fail he’s always focused on me. How he’s managed to finish his own drawing in between these moments is beyond me, but the way the easels are laid out, I can’t see his canvas anyway. There’s every chance it’s blank, and he just coerced me out here to stare at me without interruption.

But now, the sky is shifting to a myriad of colors, and I send up a silent thank you to the heavens for the excuse to leave. “Well, this has been fun,” I start, wiping the excess paint on my hands onto the apron he loaned me. “But I don’t wanna have to walk home in the dark, so I’d best be off.”

“It has been fun, hasn’t it?” After who knows how long of complete silence, his voice makes me jump slightly. Wally takes a few slow, measured steps in my direction, stopping just a little too close to my personal bubble. His eyes glued to my messy painting of the woods, and his eternal smile seems to widen. “You’re good at this.”

I manage to let out a laugh. “Not really, but I appreciate it.” I glance over my own art at the back of his easel, morbid curiosity eating away at me. As much as I want to see what the resident weirdo drew when he wasn’t trying to burn a hole in my forehead, something tells me it’s better not to know.

Wally’s head turns slightly, following my gaze to his own artwork. “Oh, do you want to see mine?” he asks, not waiting for my answer as he walks over and grabs it off the easel. He stares down at it for a moment, as if ensuring its quality, then turns it around and holding it up for me to see. “I worked hard on it. What do you think?”

Upon examination, I think I should have chosen a different neighborhood to move into, one with less terrifying residents. Staring back at me is a portrait of none other than myself. I’m sitting on a bench, which, after a moment, I recognize as the one under the apple tree where Wally had been the day prior. I look relaxed, leaning back and resting my weight on my hands behind me, my attention drawn to something off to the right. As I scan it over, I note that I wasn’t drawn with the clothes I wore today, but the ones I had on yesterday, down to finest of details. It’s beautiful, and I hate it.

I’m left frozen in place, gawking at the perfect recreation of my likeness in silence. The man doesn’t seem to mind, content to let me take in the details of his piece as he in turn observes my reaction. When I manage to pull my attention back to his face, I stammer out, “That’s…” A hell of a red flag? My worst nightmare on a canvas? A fear I’d have deemed laughable before this moment? “…incredibly realistic.”

Wally turns the painting back to himself, looking down at it with an air of fondness. “I suppose it is. I can’t take all the credit, though.” His eyes look up at me, his head unmoving. “I had a very inspiring model.”

At this, I can feel the two sides of my brain start to feud. The optimistic side makes a good effort to insist that this explains the staring, that he just wanted to get the details right and I was wrong to treat it like a problem. The more realistic side then slaps the optimistic side upside the head and points out that no amount of staring could explain the sheer level of detail in clothes that I’m not even wearing today.

My thoughts continue to conflict with each other, the turmoil so strong that I don’t even register Wally getting closer until he’s barely a foot away from me. I jolt back, nearly falling over. He seems unbothered. “Say, neighbor, would you mind helping me carry all this back to Home? The paintings are delicate, I don’t want them getting crushed.”

Part of me really wants that painting getting crushed, but I don’t dare admit that out loud. Instead, I nod. “Alright, but we gotta hurry. It’ll be dark soon.” Already the sun is casting long shadows, obscured by the trees to the west. Wally and I pack up the paints and fold up the easels, and I balance them all in my arms while he holds the canvases to his chest. Together, the two of us set off towards the house in the center of the neighborhood.

No words are exchanged as we journey through the town. He seems content with the silence, and I’m content to not have to talk to him. It seems the rest of our neighbors have called it a day, Wally and I being the only two people out and about. The weight of the supplies makes my arms ache, but if the alternative is carrying a piece of art that feels just a little too haunted for my taste, I think I can tolerate the discomfort. I don’t know how the hell he managed to drag all of this junk out in the first place.

The sun has sunk down past the horizon by the time we make it to Home, painting the sky a myriad of purples and deep blues. It takes all I have left in me not to collapse upon the porch, made all the worse by Wally’s continued nonchalance as he opens the door and beckons me inside. I brush past him into the living room, dumping my armload of supplies onto the coffee table. With a weary huff, I throw myself down onto his couch to catch my breath, my eyes drooping shut.

“You feeling alright, there, neighbor?” The sofa sinks ever so slightly as he settles down beside me. When I don’t reply, too busy staring at my eyelids and regulating my heartbeat, he speaks with what almost feels like genuine concern, “If you were getting tired, you should have spoken up. I’d have been happy to take a break.”

I shake my head. “Fine, I’m fine. Just need a minute before I head home.”

There it is again, that damn laugh. “What do you mean? This is Home.” The sound of a door squeaking registers in my periphery, and I let my eyes open, squinting against the bright colors of his house. I take a glance out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, his own are glued on my face with a smile that registers as a little too suspicious for my tastes.

An increasingly familiar sense of unease overtaking me, I push myself up and lean away from him, hoping he didn’t notice, yet knowing he did. “I mean yeah, it’s your home, Wally,” I say, “but I have my own home to get back to.”

He lets out a soft hum, and I swear his smile wavers for just a moment. “I suppose you do,” he murmurs, sounding like he was talking to himself more than me. Risking another glance, I’m surprised to see his eyes not on me, but focused on the paintings that he had leaned against his armchair. My portrait, with its flat, distracted gaze, seemed to be staring back at us from the angle at which it stood.

With this newfound distraction from his observation, I move to push myself up off the couch, snapping him out of whatever stupor he’d been wandering in. I make sure to speak before his mouth catches up to his brain. “Well, today’s been… fun, but I think I’m gonna head out.”

I feel a hand clasp around my forearm, and I barely bite back a yelp at the contact. “It’s pretty dark out there, neighbor. Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep here tonight? I think you’d be safer.”

Nope, nope, nope nope nope. I pull my arm away, praying it didn’t look as panicked as it felt. “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll have to pass. It’s not that long a walk, I’ll be fine.” I step away towards the door, and my stomach sinks when I hear Wally get up as well.

As I prepare to head out, the same hand settles upon my shoulder instead. “Well, if you’re sure, I won’t stop you,” he drawls, a trace of emotion I can’t quite name evident in his tone. He slips past me, opening the door himself. He tilts his head, eyes locked on mine. “Let’s do this again sometime. Won’t that be nice?”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was a challenge. Straightening up, I stand in the doorframe and meet his stare as evenly as I can. “I’m sure it would be.” The evening chill washes over me as I exit Home. “Good night, Wally.”

“Good night, neighbor. Sleep well.” My steps are steady and even as I walk down the porch stairs, and the light still pouring out as I walk away tells me that the door is still open. That he’s still there, still watching me. I hurry along towards my house, being sure to break out of his line of sight as soon as possible. It doesn’t help with the paranoia, but I pretend it does.

Tears nearly stream down my face in relief as I enter my own home and close the door, leaning back against it and sliding down to the ground. I don’t bother getting up, not to eat, not to shower, nothing. I just sit there, alternating between keeping my eyes closed to try and relax and opening them when I see those horrible eyes taunting me in the inky black. As I feel myself drifting off, one final thought crosses into my mind:

I never got my painting back from Wally.

[lillyspeakz]

but god i wanna kiss him while he has lipstick on im so messy rn

WAIT!!!! BLURB TTIME!!! Wilbur doesn’t have lipstick on but this is a reason to write this.

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“Wil!” You exclaimed, holding out the last part of his name to grab his attention. When you didn’t hear a response immediately, you got up and went searching for him. “William!”

“What’s the matter my darling?” Wilbur came out of your shared room, a small smile on his face as he saw you. He knew you had something up your sleeve when he say the small smirk you had on your face, sighing as you started to pull him towards the bathroom.

“We are doing something I saw and you are not complaining-“ you said as you pushed him down to sit on the toilet lid, cupping his face in your hands as he smiled up at you.

“I’m at your service my love.” Those words were more than enough for you to open up one of the sink draws, grabbing the dark red lipstick that you barely used unless on occasion.

Popping open the lid, you leaned against the sink counter, getting full view of your face and lips while carefully applying the buttery texture. As you outlined your lips, Wilbur watched with gentle eyes that held so much love and admiration for the person in front of him.

Rubbing your lips together, you closed the product and turned towards the man, catching him in the act with a smile.

“What?” You asked him, coming back over to the man and sitting across his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. Wilbur wrapped his own around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your lips hovered above his as you held eye contact, eyes flickering every so often towards his lips as he did the same.

“I just love you so much.” He whispered to you, touching your nose with his softly as you giggled.

“And I love you. So much.” You trailed off at the end, placing your lips on his in a deep kiss. It was slow and had no intentions on becoming more, but it was full of emotion. So many you couldn’t even describe it. But you did know how much love went into it and was around you both, and how much you both wanted to stay.

Losing air, you pulled away from him, a smile making its way on both of your faces. You giggled at the red stain you left on the man’s lips, placing small kisses all over his face. Cheeks, chin, forehead, nose and even his lips a bit more. Wilbur giggled and held you closer as you did so, not caring what you were doing as long as you were close to him.

As you pulled away, you cupped his neck in your hands and admitted your work. Smiling big, you got up abruptly while grabbing the lipstick. Wilbur got up with you, grabbing the makeup remover before you dragged him out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

“Love what is going on?!” Wilbur laughed once more as you pushed him down into his chair, finding your place in his lap once again while opening TikTok.

“I just need you to sit there and look pretty like always darling, than we can take all of that off, I promise.” You told him, placing one last kiss on his lips before clicking on the audio and opening the lid once more.

As the video counted down, you started to apply the deep colored stick once more, accidentally trailing off of your lips and onto your chin as the song played through your phone speakers.

At the right time, you turned your phone towards Wil, finding him staring at you with a small smile and wide pupils. Eyes soft and inviting as you looked back at him, giggling at his expression as the last thing the video saw was his hand coming up to cup your face.

As Wilbur took your face in his hand, he placed his lips all over your face as you once did to him, causing giggles and squeals to escape you.

Pulling away, Wilbur laughed at his masterpiece as you pouted at him, yet it was interrupted by your smile.

“Now we look the same!” He cheered as you saved the video for later and opened your camera. Looking at your face, stained with lipstick marks as well as his, you placed your phone down and grabbed the Polaroid camera sitting on the desk in front of you.

“Come here-“ you said as you grabbed his jaw and placed your cheek against his as you both smiled into the camera as the light flashed.

“That’s going in my phone case.” Wilbur said with a smile as he took the film from the top.

“Hey! I wanted to do that-“ you frowned at him as he shook the picture.

“We can always take another….”

“…. Come here-“