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Wouldn’t It Be Nice? (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! May I present you all with part 2 of the "Love Goes” sequel. I’m still trying to decide on the name for it, but I’m really appreciating all the suggestions so feel free to keep sending them. A fair amount of dialogue from Wandavision is still used since it was necessary, but less than the first part for sure since the story is developing.

Songs used are “Wouldn’t It Be Nice?” by The Beach Boys (1966) and “This Magic Moment” by The Drifters (1968). Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: As Y/n and Wanda attempt to settle into 1960s Westview, what shenanigans will they encounter? Will they be able to fit in?

“You’re a mystery around here, you know?”

Glancing up from your desk, you noticed the familiar figure of your partner leaning against the entryway of your office with a friendly smile on her face. “A mystery you say?” You questioned in amusement.

Instead of answering right away, she moved further into the office and took a seat in one of your chairs. “Yes. We’ve been partners for weeks and I barely know anything about you besides the information that everyone already knows because you were an Avenger.”

You shrugged and leaned back in your chair. “Maybe that’s how I want it.” Was your cryptic response.

“If you say so.” The woman rested her head on her palm thoughtfully. “One day you’re going to have to let someone in.”

“Maybe I already have. Maybe I’ve learned better.” You raised an eyebrow in challenge.

For a moment she just stared at you, analyzing you. “So, you regret it then? Letting someone in?”

“I could never regret it.” You replied quickly, easily.

She leaned forward with interest. “Does the reason for your mystery have a name?”

There was hesitation in your voice as you responded. “Wanda.” If you were going to be partners, it was only a matter of time until she found out anyway.

Her eyebrows raised slightly in recognition, everyone who worked there knew who Wanda was. “Hmm.” She hummed, her expression neutral. “I actually came in here to ask if you wanted to get dinner together? Maybe lift the shroud of mystery a bit more.” Her tone was teasing.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “Sure…” A name followed the word, but it was muffled. Almost as though you couldn’t remember it even in dreams.

“Y/n.” The women said as you looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.”

With a jolt, you sat up in bed, relaxing slightly when you realized you were in your shared room with your wife. “Y/n.” You heard again. Turning your head, your eyes landed on Wanda who was looking back at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, my love?” You answered groggily through a yawn.

Her expression became shy as she fiddled with the sheets. “I think I heard something at the window.”

Glancing towards the window you heard nothing but silence. “I’m sure it’s nothing, sweetheart.” You said reassuringly but got up when you saw her expression remained the same. “Allow me to put your mind at ease.”

Pushing aside the curtains, you glanced outside and saw nothing but the picturesque garden Wanda had lovingly put so much effort into. “What do you see?” She probed tentatively.

“Only your lovely rose bushes.” You answered as you scanned the yard once more. When you were satisfied, you closed the curtains and turned back to face Wanda who still looked skeptical. “I assure you, I saw nothing amiss. You have no reason to be frighten-”

A bang against the window interrupted your sentence as you let out a squeak and dove into your bed to seek safety. You pulled your covers up to your chin.

Wanda stared at you with an unamused expression as the disembodied voices laughed. “You were saying?”

“You know, I was reading an article in the newspaper about suspicious activity that’s been recently occurring in the neighborhood.” You mumbled defensively from behind your sheets. “Who knows what that could mean. Robbing house, vandalizing property-”

“Manipulating the earth, moving objects without touching them?” Wanda cut you off sarcastically.

You tilted your head curiously. “You think they were referring to us?” Before Wanda could respond another thud against the window startled you both. You gasped and Wanda magically pulled the beds together. “One of us should really determine the source of that sound.” You suggested meekly.

Wanda set her lips in a line and shook her head at your antics. “Yes, one of us should.” She grumbled sarcastically. Another thud tapped against the window, making you both jump again. “Oh, this is getting ridiculous. I’m going to take a look.”

You grimaced as you both turned towards the window. Wanda waved her hand to open the curtains, only to find that the source of the sound came from a tree branch tapping against the window from the wind.

There was an awkward moment of silence as you both merely stared at the true source of the sound. “Well… I think we handled that well.” Wanda said lightly with a playful smile.

You turned on your side to face Wanda with a smile to match hers. “Yes, I’m very proud of us. All the trees in the neighborhood will know not to disturb us from now on.” You said teasingly. You glanced down at the bed with a smirk. “I’m even more pleased with the way you’ve seized the opportunity to redecorate.”

Wanda grinned suggestively. “This is better, isn’t it?” She questioned as she waved her hand. Immediately the two separate beds transformed into a one large bed.

“Wanda, darling.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Yes, dear?”

You shifted closer. “Get the lights.” Wanda waved her hand to turn off the light as she pulled the covers over both your heads. As soon as the covers were over you both, you could feel her eagerly climb on top of you and connect your lips fervently. The disembodied voices gasped scandalously.

“You know, I’m beginning to think I should have been the assistant, darling.” You called out as you adjusted the hat that was placed precariously on your head.

There was a short pause before Wanda shouted her reply, “Just say the line!”

Sighing at her response, you turned back so you were facing out into the room. You took a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath as you got into character. If you were going to do this, you were going to do it right.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for my final trick, I bring you…” You paused for dramatic effect. “The cabinet of mysteries.”

You gestured out into the open air where Wanda should have been, rubbing a hand down your face in amusement when she didn’t respond. “Darling. That’s your cue.”

“Did you say cabinet of mysteries?” She called from the hallway.

Stepping back, you gestured dramatically to the open space once again. “I said… Cabinet of mysteries!” You repeated even more theatrically.

“Oh. That’s my cue.” Wanda said cutely as you could hear her struggle to push the large box into the room.

Quickly rushing over to help her, you huffed at the weight of the object as you pulled it. “Doesn’t this seem like a bit… much?” You asked hesitantly.

Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “You should hear about what some of the others are planning. Let’s keep going.” She urged, her eyes shining brightly with excitement.

When she looked at you like that, you were unable to deny her anything she wanted. You would have given her the moon and all the stars if she asked for them.

You quickly got back into character. “Yes, okay. Where was I?” you mumbled to yourself. “Ah, yes! Watch closely as I, Terra, make my captivating assistant, Glamour… disappear!” You bit back laughter as Wanda posed dramatically.

In unison, you opened the doors as Wanda stepped in, her eyes locked on yours adoringly. “You really are very stunning.”

A blush spread across your cheeks as you smiled bashfully back at her. “Thank you, darling.” You stood with your hand resting against the doors. “Fear not, Glamour. I vow to bring you back exactly as you were.” Again, you had to bite back laughter at Wanda’s expression.

A overly dramatic gasped escaped your wife’s lips as you closed the door. “Abracadabra!” You exclaimed as you tapped the box three times with the plastic wand. After a beat you opened the door once again to reveal the empty box. “Ta-da!”

Wanda began clapping as she stepped out from behind the trick door, a delighted smile on her face. “That was amazing!” When she received no response from you, her brows drew together apprehensively. “What’s wrong?”

“It still seems a little much.” You admitted sheepishly. “Plus, I think you’re a better fit for the magician than I am. Your powers are more aligned.”

Wanda stepped out of the box and made her way over to you. “Darling, it’s fine. In a real magic act everything is fake.” She reassured you “The talent show fundraiser is the most important event of the season. It’s our neighborly duty to participate… And our chance to appear as normal as possible while doing so.”

“We are the very definition of normal, dear.” You replied teasingly as you allowed yourself to float for a moment to emphasize your point before settling back to the floor.

That’s new, you thought to yourself.

If Wanda was surprised by your actions, she didn’t show it as she gently took your hands in her own and pulled you closer. “This is our home now. I want us to fit in.” There was vulnerability in her eyes which immediately put a stop to your joking.

Tenderly, you stroked the back of her hand with your thumb. “Oh, Wanda… We do. We will. I’ll make sure of it. And we’ll be the best act out there.” You promised her earnestly. Once again, you’d do anything for her.

Wanda leaned forward and placed a short kiss on your lips in appreciation.

“Especially with you wearing this.” You added with a wiggle of your eyebrows as you picked up her stage outfit and held it in front of her.

Wanda shook her head in amusement. “That’s actually the rest of your costume.” She quipped teasingly.

With a shrug, you held the costume against yourself. “I did say I would be better off as your assistant…” You trailed off as the disembodied laughter once again drifted into the air.

With a light hit to your shoulder Wanda took the costume back in her hands. “There will be no backing out now, Y/n.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

Briefly Wanda glanced down at her watch. “Well, I better get going if I want to make the planning committee meeting.”

Reaching over, you grabbed your cardigan off the couch and began pulling it over your blouse. “I should be off as well. I have a meeting with Ellie.” At the mention of your publisher’s daughter, Wanda’s eyed you, an uneasy expression on her face.

“Why are you meeting with her, darling?” Wanda questioned with a tense smile.

Occupied by the buttons on your cardigan, you missed her expression. “It seems she takes after her father as she is the chief publisher of the town’s newspaper. After last night’s scare, I want to make sure the town is informed and prepared for any potential dangers.” You said seriously.

The tension in her shoulders melted away at your response as Wanda affectionately tugged you forward by the cardigan. “That’s a swell idea. You make sure you let all the tree branches in town know who’s boss.” She pulled you even closer and pecked your lips.

When you pulled away she adjusted your cardigan. “Would you look at us? Fitting right into Westview. Who would’ve thought?” You teased with a wink.

A short laugh escaped her lips as she looked at you fondly. “I’ll see you at curtain call.” She announced as she moved into the kitchen. You chuckled and departed through the front the door.

Shortly after you left a loud thud caught Wanda’s attention. When she stepped outside a vibrant object in the bushes stood out easily against the monotonous tones that surrounded it. She looked around nervously. When she plucked the object out of the bush, she stared at it for a moment. The confusion in her eyes was clear as she held the object as though it was a threat.

The vibrant red helicopter was clearly out of place.

“Look, it’s the star of the show!”

Wanda jumped at the sudden voice as she dropped the toy back into the bush. “Agnes,” She gasped out as she clutched at her chest. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Agnes’ smile never faltered as she raised the cage in her hand. “Oh, I brought my pet rabbit for your magic act.”

“Yes, of course! Thank you, Agnes.” Wanda said appreciatively as she took the cage from her and began walking in the direction of the house again. “We will take good care of him.”

With a proud smile, Agnes called after Wanda, “Señor Scratchy just loves the stage. He played baby Jesus in last year’s Christmas pageant!”

Unsure of what to say to her comment, Wanda turned and laughed awkwardly as she placed the rabbit inside. ___________ When you arrived at the Westview tribune, you found Ellie’s office easily, except she seemed preoccupied by the papers in hands. The soft sound of music drifted quietly from the radio at her desk.

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray, it might come true. Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do. Oh, we could be married and then we'd be happy. Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

The music distracted you temporarily as your thoughts wandered – essentially entranced by the unfamiliar tune. Static over the song cut into your thoughts as what sounded like muffled speaking rolled over the instruments. Ellie didn’t react to the change in sound, almost as though she chose not to hear it. You figured she was just engrossed in her work. The muffled sounds lingered for a second longer before fading into the music once again. With a shake of your head, you remembered why you were there.

To get Ellie’s attention you knocked softly on the entryway, smiling politely when she looked up. “Hi, sorry to interrupt. Is now still a good time to discuss the neighborhood safety article?”

“Y/n. You’re not interrupting at all.” Ellie said dismissively as she leaned back in her chair and waved you in. “Lay it on me.”

You took a seat in one of her chairs. “Well, I was recently reading an article in the tribune about suspicious activity in the neighborhood and I thought it might be relevant to feature an additional article discussing safety protocols and tips.” You pitched enthusiastically.

A minute passed without a word. “I think that’s a swell idea, Y/n.” She finally said with a smile.

An excited smile crossed your features as you attempted to contain yourself. “My wife said the same thing.” You admitted bashfully.

With an amused smile, Ellie rested her head against her palm as she scrutinized you. “Well, it’s clear she has excellent taste.” She paused briefly. “She is married to you after all.”

Unsure of how to respond to the comment, you decided to ignore it entirely.

Hesitantly, you stood up and offered her a hand which she easily took. “Thank you for meeting with me today, but I really should be going. I want to get to the talent show location early to get everything ready for Wanda. Today means a lot to her.”

Ellie stood with you and stepped around her desk. “The talent show isn’t for a good while. Stay and chat. Maybe lift the shroud of mystery a bit more.” She said playfully.

Her words caused you to recoil as remnants of your dream from the night before flashed through your mind. “Sure… Ellie.” You responded unsurely.

“Are you alright, Y/n?” Ellie’s eyebrows knitted together in concern as she took a hold of your elbow.

For some reason, you couldn’t help but feel something familiar in the action. It wasn’t flirtatious, it was comforting. Like the touch of an old friend. “I’m fine.” You paused as you attempted to gather your thoughts. “Just déjà vu.” You insisted.

There was still hesitance in Ellie’s eyes as she released her hold of your elbow. “If you say so.” Suddenly, she snapped her fingers, which caused you to jump slightly. “Maybe you can get into the neighborhood watch committee.”

You nodded eagerly, relieved her focus was back to the article. “I can do that.”

“Between you and me, I think it’s just an excuse for the men in the neighborhood to eat pastries.” She whispered in a mock-conspirator voice.

A short laugh escaped your lips. “Even more of a reason to join.” Once again, you glanced down at your watch. “I really should be going now though.”

Ellie nodded, knowing there would be no convincing you otherwise. “Before you go, do you mind helping me get a box of books down from my bookshelf?” She gestured to the box on a shelf slightly above your height, but just out of Ellie’s own reach.

“Sure thing.” You made your over the shelf and began sliding the box off the shelf, so you could get a better hold of it.

Just as the box was teetering precariously along the edge of the shelf the static on the radio flared as a single word slipped through clearly. “Y/n.” The sudden appearance of your name startled you as the box fell off the shelf and knocked you in the head, causing you to fall.

A surprised gasp escaped Ellie’s lips as she rushed over to kneel by your side. “Are you okay?”

When you looked up, there were three different versions of the woman before you swimming in your vision. “’m fine.” You mumbled out as you rubbed the side of your head.

Cautiously Ellie helped you up, her eyes skeptical. “If you say so. Here, at least take this pain reliever.” She quickly walked over to her desk and grabbed the medicine before handing it to you.

To appease her you took the medicine. “Have a nice... work time.” You said unsurely as the thoughts in your head became muddled. On unsteady feet you made your way out of the office and began your trek to the location of the talent show, not wanting to keep Wanda waiting. ____________________ Hurriedly, you rushed up the steps to the gazebo where your wife was waiting anxiously. On the last step you stumbled and fell on your side. An amused chuckle escaping your lips. “Wanda,” You said unsteadily with a crooked smile when your wife came into your view. “You look breathtaking.”

“Where were you? Did something happen?” Wanda rushed over and helped you up, her brows knit together in worry.

Her question fell on deaf ears as you leaned heavily against her. Your eyes settled on the women who was on your other side seemingly ready to catch you if you fell again. “Well, hello there.” You said with a goofy grin. “Have we met? I apologize if we have, I don’t even know the name of my desk mate. My name is Y/n Y/ln… or is it Maximoff? We never discussed the logistics.”

Much to Wanda’s relief the woman seemed amused by your antics. “We have not. I’m Geraldine.” The women replied, offering you a hand which you shook rapidly. With an awkward smile she stepped back. “I’ll be over there checking on the other acts.”

Geraldine walked away, and you continued leaning into Wanda. “Where were you?” she repeated, her eyes still wide with worry.

“Was just at the tribune. I might have gotten lost on the way here. I heard the loveliest song.” You rambled deliriously with a wave of your hand.

Ignoring your words, Wanda tried to get you to stand on your own. When you were properly upright, she took your hand in hers, her expression serious. “Listen, something strange happened today, Y/n. It’s hard to explain.”

Your eyes widened in an overdramatic fashion. “Did the man in the radio try to talk to you too?” you said in a poorly executed whisper.

“Man in the radio? What? Y/n, no. What is going on?” Wanda questioned, her concern growing.

Geraldine rushed over, interrupting the conversation. “You are!”

Indistinctly you could feel Wanda adjust the hat on your head as she rushed away. You began fiddling with the ring on your finger as your mind wandered. “Hey! Hey! You’re up!” Geraldine whispered urgently as she ushered you out onto the stage.

When stepped onto the stage, you felt as though the floor below you shifted which caused you to stumble into a post. “Pardon me, I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you staggered down the steps. “Hello, Westview!” You shouted dramatically. “Good afternoon, it’s lovely to be here! I’m Terra, Glamour’s assistant!” you declared confidently.

“What she means is I’m Glamour, her assistant and she’s terra the illusionist.” Wanda corrected with a dramatic wave of her hands.

“Yeah… what she said.” You turned towards the audience with wide arms and a deliriously bright smile. “Today, we will lie to you and you will believe us!” You shouted boldly as Wanda’s smile faltered slightly. “Because you are all naïve and easily amused by simple slights of hand. And fooled by basic illusions due to how little you’ve seen! Flourish!”

The strained smile on Wanda’s face remained as you wandered over to the opposite side of the stage. “You just do it, you don’t say it out loud, honey.”

You waved a hand dismissively as you attempted to search through your muddled mind for the rest of the act. “Now, my wife and I will delight in your dumbstruck little faces. Flourish!” You repeated as you allowed yourself to float into the air.

Thinking quickly Wanda waved her fingers and a rope attached itself to you as the crowd chattered excitedly. You turned sideways in the air from the rope as Wanda maneuvered it to lift you higher. You felt your head spin even more than it was before. “Wanda! Darling, let me down! I’m feeling dizzy!” You shouted indignantly.

Thankfully Wanda let you down moments later, her concerned expression breaking through her show façade.

You attempted to recall the next portion of the act, but eventually gave up when you spotted a car parked just off stage. Metal. Perfect. “How about a fantastical feat of strength?” You maneuvered your fingertips so that they were barely resting on the bottom of the car. With a quick wink to the audience, you turned to focus on the car again.

With a slight wiggle of your fingers the car began to float just above your hand, so it looked like you were picking it up.

“Illusions!” Wanda shouted nervously and made her way over to you after she wiggled her fingers. “Terra is the master of illusions! Allow me.” She took the now cardboard car from your hands, making sure the audience saw that it was indeed cardboard.

When she turned she winked at the audience. “Whoops! You weren’t supposed to see how we did that trick.”

Feeling yourself getting sleepy, you decided to jump forward to the final part of the act. A portion that you actually felt you remembered. “Ladies and gentlemen, for our grand finale, I bring you the box of… magic?” You shouted semi-confidently, unable to think of the name you had practiced just that morning.

Wanda took the hint and began wheeling out the box. “The cabinet of mysteries!” She corrected.

“Yeah, yeah. What she said.” You pulled open the doors to show the box was empty inside. “I will now make my wife disappear!”

“Are you sure you don’t want an audience volunteer named my husband Ralph?” Agnes called out from the audience.

You forced a chuckle along with the audience, “Haha- no.” You mumbled flatly as you closed the doors to the cabinet. “Abracadabra!” you weakly hit the box with the plastic wand, proud of yourself for remembering that step.

Wanda looked around nervously. “Uh, sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Hi.”

“Oh.” You said, realizing you forgot the most important step. The crowd quickly started chanting what’s in the box.

Both you and Wanda exchanged timid glances as Wanda’s smile became strained. Her body language showing her obvious discomfort with the situation. Subtly, she wiggled her fingers once more.

With hesitant hands, you pulled open the doors with Wanda to reveal a very confused Geraldine.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically. All three of you took hands and bowed. “Flourish.” You muttered sheepishly for the final time. “Let’s get out of here.” You mumbled to Wanda as you ran off stage.

When you were safely backstage, you turned towards Wanda with a guilty look on your face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid.” You cried as you sat yourself on the floor and covered your face in shame.

Wanda hastily made her way over to you and delicately placed her hands on your cheeks as she tried to get you to look at her. “Y/n. Y/n, it’s alright. Hey, it’s okay.” She reassured you as she attempted to urge your eyes up to meet hers. “But what is going on with you?”

You threw your hands up in frustration. “I don’t know! It all started when all of Ellie’s books fell on my head and then she gave me medicine that made me feel worse.” You whimpered.

Wanda’s eyes softened. “Oh, sweetheart. Let’s get you home, so you can sleep it off.” She gently coaxed you up. “And before Dottie and the planning committee can string us up for ruining the show.

Wordlessly you agreed with her plan and took her by the hand as you both attempted to sneak passed the audience.

“You two! Stop right there.” Wanda’s hand tensed in your own as you both turned to face Dottie who was on stage. “Nothing like what you two did has ever happened in the history of our talent show.”

You squeezed Wanda’s hands comfortingly as you stared down at the floor in shame. “Dottie,” Wanda began fearfully. “We are so-“

“Hilarious!” The woman interrupted Wanda. You both shared a look of surprise. “That was the most hilarious act we have ever seen. Wouldn’t you all agree?” The crowd cheered.

Dottie gestured you both on stage which you both uncomfortably complied with. “On behalf of the planning committee I would like to award you with the inaugural comedy performance of the year.” Wanda beamed proudly as she took the offered trophy. The look on her face made everything worth it to you.

You smiled deliriously at the sight as you rubbed your head which was still spinning.

As the crowd cheered you gestured Geraldine forward into your final bow, everything after blurring together so much that you couldn’t remember it. _______________ When you came to again, you were on the couch at home. Your head resting in Wanda’s lap as she stroked your hair soothingly. “Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” She asked softly when she noticed your eyes flutter open.

You sat up and blinked a few times. “Much better, my love. Heads all clear again.” You answered as you knocked lightly on the side of your head. “Though I don’t remember everything that happened.”

Wanda chuckled softly and pecked your cheek. “I think it’s better you don’t, darling. While you were amusing in your delirious state, nothing can beat the Y/n I know and love.” Wanda leaned into your side as you wrapped an arm around her. “I don’t know what I was so worried about. It wasn’t so hard to fit in after all.” She admitted.

You rubbed your hand up and down her arm tenderly. “And all we had to do was be ourselves.”

“With a few modifications.” Wanda added with an amused smile.

For a moment you both just settled in the comfort of the moment before you stood up and made your way over to the radio, turning it on. “Let’s celebrate.” You suggested as you fiddled with the knobs.

Sweeter than wine, softer than the summer night. Everything I want I have, whenever I hold you tight. This magic moment, while your lips are close to mine, will last forever. Forever ‘til the end of time.

Satisfied with the music, you turned back to Wanda and offered her your hand. “I was wondering if I may have this dance, my love?”

Wanda stared up at you with loving eyes as she took your offered hand and stood up. “You certainly may.”

Gently, you pulled her closer. Your arms wrapped securely around her waist as hers rested over your shoulders. The feeling was comforting and familiar. Everything either of you ever needed. Wanda’s eyes stayed on yours, glimmering with pure love and happiness, the look mirrored in your own expression. For a moment you both just swayed in place to the rhythm of the song, your heads pressed gently together as you cherished being there in that moment.

The moment was short-lived as static rolled over the music playing much like it did earlier in the day. Both you and Wanda pulled away to stare at the radio.

Once again, the muffled speaking began, this time much stronger than before. “Wanda.” The voice called out clearly, this time addressing your wife. You didn’t know why but you knew that you recognized the voice. You just couldn’t place a name to the voice. “Wanda. Can you hear me? What happening, Wanda?”

You turned to look at Wanda, unease in your eyes. “What’s going on?” you questioned, but her eyes remained locked on the radio.

Before Wanda could say anything, a loud thud outside caught your attention. The abruptness of the sound making you jump and effectively distracting you both from the radio. “If it’s the damn tree again, I’m going to rip it up by the roots.” You announced as you stormed outside, the radio forgotten as Wanda followed closely behind you.

You walked to the edge of the yard, looking around as Wanda stopped beside you. “I don’t see anything.” She said lightly.

Almost as soon as the words left her lips, a mysterious figure came out of the drain cover. “Wanda. What is that?” you stepped protectively over to her, your arm wrapping around her from behind.

The figure turned their head in your direction. “No.” Wanda said sharply.

Satisfied with the music, you turned back to Wanda and offered her your hand. “I was wondering if I may have this dance, my love?”

Wanda stared up at you with loving eyes as she took your offered hand. “You certainly may.”

You froze slightly when Wanda stood up. “Um. Wanda.”

“Hmm, what?” She questioned with a cute tilt of her head. Your eyes fell to her abdomen which had become round with the signs of pregnancy. You delicately placed your hand on her stomach as she gasped. “Y/n… is this really happening?” The smile she gave you was so bright that it could have rivaled the sun.

You brought her hand up to your lips and pressed a soft kiss to the palm of her hand. “Yes, my love. It’s really happening.”

Lovingly Wanda leaned forward and connected your lips in a sweet kiss as the disembodied voices cooed at the action. When you pulled away Wanda cupped your cheek, a surprised look in her eyes when she looked at you. “Y/n.”

You both looked around in awe as the home around you became rich with vibrant colors. Like magnets you were drawn back together as you both met in a loving kiss. . . . . . . . . The group once again watched you and Wanda share a sweet kiss as the credits rolled on the screen before them. A moment of tense silence hung in the air as they attempted to process what they just saw.

“You got her pregnant!” Natasha finally shouted at Steve, smacking him in the back of the head.

Darcy tried to choke back a laugh at the sudden comment as she fumbled with the technology, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. “I don’t think that’s how pregnancy works.” She mumbled to herself.

Steve rubbed the back of his head with a frown. “I didn’t get her pregnant, Nat.” He huffed in annoyance. “And I might not be a scientist, but I know Y/n couldn’t impregnate her either. I’m pretty sure Wanda got herself pregnant.”

“Yeah, well, one minute they’re dancing and then you try and talk to them and suddenly Wanda’s pregnant. I blame you.” Natasha countered with a roll of her eyes. “Which, by the way, while Y/n was lifting heavy objects over her head? Really?”

Darcy’s eyes widened in amusement as she tried to keep her expression neutral.

“That… wasn’t my finest moment.” Steve admitted shamefully as he rubbed his temples in embarrassment.

As the two Avengers were arguing Fury shut off the television. “What’s done is done. Now that we have Monica in there under the guise of working for S.W.O.R.D. we can potentially receive some intel. Even though she seems deeply immersed in her character. And,” He waved a file in his hand. “I know who Ellie Hart is. You two might want to hear this.”

Part 2! I will admit I had slight trouble writing this since it was still fairly restricted by Wandavision because it’s necessary to set up the story still. Well, as always, I hope you all enjoyed! And let me know your thoughts, remember they are always welcome! :)

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kcrabb88 · 3 years ago

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Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed!

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It: When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!)

Saving Face: A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight: A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol: An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary): A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding: As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!)

TV Shows

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education: A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!)

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack: A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence that will make you gay just by watching!)

Tales of the City (2019): A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!)

The Haunting of Bly Manor: After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman: Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original.

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston: For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer!

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters: Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!)

#I am inevitably forgetting things!!!#These are just ones that came to mind #Long post #Pride

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 4 years ago

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Dream SMP Recap (April 1/2021)

It’s April 1st. You know what that means.

Good luck.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tubbo

Philza

Tommyinnit

Jack Manifold

Foolish

Nihachu

Fundy

Captain Puffy

Ranboo

Punz

Badboyhalo

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- Ponk continues to work on his plan.

- While at Sam’s base looking for supplies to take, Ponk finds an unsigned book and quill. He hides it from chat. It’s definitely not something he should read on stream, he discovers.

- He finds out that Sam still has his “Ponk says hi” Curse of Binding pumpkin kept in a chest, after all this time.

- He talks about his future lore streams. They’ll be great. Some parts may give you goosebumps.

- He reveals that this isn’t actually the Dream SMP, and they’ve all actually been playing Roblox this whole time.

- Tubbo wants to build up Snowchester’s defenses, but it seems that he and Ranboo have swapped roles for the day: while Tubbo aims to get things done, Ranboo joins VC to go mmmmmmm and be obnoxious

- Occasionally, cryptic messages pop up on screen

HELLO?

- Tubbo tries to retrieve Ranboo from the Nether and bring him back to Snowchester, but he is incredibly stubborn

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

IM COLD

(It’s at this point that Wilbur joins the call to ask why Tubbo is trying to steal his brand)

- Throughout the rest of the stream in Snowchester, the messages continue.

IT’S VERY DARK I CAN HEAR THEM THEY ARE UNDERNEATH ME I DON’T MAKE CAKES OFTEN CAKES OFTEN I’VE NEVER EVEN HAD ONE OH NO PLEASE I MUST GO NOW GOODBYE MICHAEL

- Phil works on mining and chats with Wilbur. They talk a bit about Wilbur’s music.

- Tommy doesn’t want the Prime Path going to L’manburg anymore. It makes him too sad. He starts destroying the route.

- He then goes to visit Snowchester. He sees Tubbo standing outside the mansion. Tubbo appears to be sleepwalking again.

- Tommy speaks with Tubbo and Ranboo and asks to see their son.

- They go to the attic. Tommy asks if Michael is kind of the thing that holds Tubbo and Ranboo together.

- Tommy sees Michael in the attic. He says he used to have a pet too...Henry. Tubbo laughs, and Tommy gets upset.

- He speaks with Ranboo alone and realizes that the last time he saw Henry was at the mountain vault.

- He asks if Ranboo’s ever gone to Dream’s bunker. Ranboo says he thinks they were all there when they came to save Tommy and Tubbo. Tommy thought Henry died.

- Ranboo asks if anything can really be dead for sure anymore.

- Tommy tells Ranboo to come with him to Dream’s bunker. He asks what Ranboo is like with Dream. Ranboo says he hasn’t really talked with Dream at all.

- They head out. Tommy hasn’t been back there since that day.

- Tommy asks if Ranboo would do anything to him. Ranboo says no, he has no reason to.

- They make it to the portal and enter. They see Henry still there. When Tommy first saw Henry on the day, he thought Dream was lying. But now he knows that the revive book is a thing. Had Dream already used the revive book on Henry?

- They wonder how to get Henry home safely.

- They start leading Henry up the stairs of the Vault incredibly carefully.

- Henry dies again on the surface. Tommy mourns.

- They keep transporting Friend. At least maybe they can bring Friend back to Ghostbur.

- They talk about life.

- They get Friend back home. Tommy wonders what else could make him happy. He tells Ranboo they need to kill Dream.

- He sits on the bench and listens to Blocks with Ranboo.

- They lead Friend to the summer house. They leave Friend there and go back to Tommy’s home.

- “Jack” runs around on the SMP a bit. He talks to Foolish and then Fundy. He has a cold.

- “Niki” streams on the Dream SMP to work at her underground city

- Fundy explodes the whole SMP with copious amounts of TNT, destroying L’manburg a fourth time (but also not)

- Ranboo finds a Drip Llama and adopts it

- Puffy, Bad and Quackity chat. Puffy puts on a cursed rabbit skin

- Bad tells Puffy the tale of Roberto

- Bad suggests they prank Punz with murder and putting his stuff in a chest with lava

- Bad and Puffy try to rob Punz of his shoes at the spider spawner

- A fight breaks out and Puffy combat logs. Eventually, Punz agrees to a truce as long as they don’t try to take his shoes again.

- Bad chats with George and Dream and shows them Puffy’s prank on the Egg. He notices that there seem to be a lot less of the Blood Vines around recently.

- They talk some more.

- Bad starts trying to out-British George.

- They talk some more. Bad attempts to Joe Mama them. It doesn’t work.

- They mention that the one-year anniversary of George streaming and also the Dream SMP is coming up on April 24/25th. George jokes about what he could do to celebrate, but Dream mentions there is something special happening that day that he doesn’t want to spoil.

- They reminisce about day one, George’s first stream, and Dream’s first stream

- Bad sings a parody of “Roadtrip” about George not being British and actually being from Florida or possibly France

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps

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cognitivefunk · 4 years ago

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Title: Say My Name Rating: E/Explicit 18+ Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: M/M Solomon/Leviathan (sub-Levi) Warnings: Smut, Plot? What Plot? Noncon fantasy, consensual but also implied nonconsensual fantasy, light bdsm, one slap to the face, orgasm denial, dirty talk, degradation, light bondage, struggling, stalker fantasy, crying, sobbing, blowjob, anal fingering, anal sex, toys, dildo, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sub-Levi, dom/sub vibes, Solomon uses Magic, unprotected sex Summary: Leviathan has a very specific kink he wants to try out, where he is able to let loose and be a perfect victim and Solomon plays along. Word Count: 9575

It was just another night in Devildom, as Levi sighed in content, setting his headset down onto the desk before heading over to the other side of his room to pick up one of the drinks he had saved for later. The liquid was still cool as it reached his tongue and he smiled into the can, humming to himself as he shuffled around his room. It was a week ago he had shared a fantasy of his with Solomon, and every night before bed he secretly hoped that the man would finally act on it. He specifically told him he didn’t want to be warned beforehand, because it would only make the fantasy feel more real.

He let out another small sigh and decided to turn in early, not wanting to get too worked up. He brushed his teeth dutifully before climbing into his tub, feeling more comfortable on there than on the other bed they had recently set up in his room. That bed wasn’t really for sleeping; he flushed as the thought crossed his mind.

It wasn’t long before Levi drifted off to sleep. In his dream he was being held down by an unseen force, and it filled him with an exhilarating fear. A strange energy started to wrap around his body, giving an almost suffocating sensation as he felt himself grow weaker. His eyes fluttered open, blearily focusing on a shadowy figure in front of him. When he moved to resist, the man put a finger up to his lips, quietly shushing him as he closed the book in his hands with a gentle puff of air. “Don’t need you shifting into your demon form on me,” he purrs quietly.

It takes him a moment to realize that he wasn’t dreaming before he tries to move, tugging his arms only to realize that the glowing disks around his wrists and ankles were holding him firm. Panic set into his chest as he struggled against the bonds with more enthusiasm, “Mmph!” he muffled a scream as the tape over his lips stopped him from yelling out.

“Hey…” his eyes flickered back to the white haired man beside him, eyeing him warily. He was only a little surprised how seriously Solomon was taking his request, and he felt a flutter in his stomach as Solomon brushed a hand through his hair gently. “I’ve watched you from afar for so long…Left you unclaimed for far too long too,” he spoke in a low voice, leaning forward to run his tongue across Levi’s cheek.

The sensation left him feeling weak, and he fought back the moan that wanted to bubble in his throat at the feeling. Instead, he chose to continue to thrash his body around, trying to loosen the magical bonds that held his limbs firmly in place. He could only twist his torso in turn. Solomon let an unnerving grin spread across his face as he watched the show in front of him. “Struggle all you want, you’re at my complete mercy…” he whispered his hot breath against Levi’s cheek, rubbing his face against his briefly before pulling away. “It doesn’t matter either way, even if you escape…” he moved his mouth to the struggling man’s ear to delicately run his teeth over the outer shell, “I’ll always find you.”

Levi breathed in sharply, visibly shaking at both the wizard’s words and the way he ran his tongue along the curve of his ear. He let a pathetic whine escape his throat as Solomon sat back on his feet, chuckling. “My name is Solomon, it’s nice to finally talk face to face with my property,” he smirked. “Sorry about the binds, but you like that sort of thing, don’t you?”

Levi’s face flushed slightly at the implication but he stared back defiantly. He was completely immersed in the part of the captive and he was actively trying to figure out a way to break free of the binds and bolt for the door. He pushed himself up with his legs to the best of his ability, arching up in the tub, trying to work his way loose by sheer force.

Solomon whistled, eyes trailing over his body as he watched him struggle. He had to stifle a laugh at the sight, since Levi must have known he wouldn’t be able to actually break out of them. It was delightful to see actual panic cross his eyes as he fell back into the tub with an exasperated look on his face. “Oh, you’ll make such a fine pet,” he cooed, trailing his fingers over the edges of the tape before ripping it off. It didn’t actually hurt since he had used bondage tape but that didn’t stop Levi from wincing.

“Why are you doing this!?” he cried out, needing answers from the man. “Who are you? How did you get in my house?” he continued, slipping further into the part, letting himself feel the fear that simmered in his chest.

“I told you, I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he smiled cryptically, petting the side of Levi’s face as he watched the emotions swirl in his eyes. He was enjoying this far too much, lips twisting into a smirk as the man floundered beside him.

“W-What do you mean? N-nobody would want to watch me…” he breathed out, visibly shivering as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes but never fell.

“Sssh, it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you,” Solomon whispered, trying to console Levi with a comforting tone. He ran his finger under Levi’s chin, tilting his head to force him to make eye contact with him, seeing how his eyes kept flitting around the room.

“H-How can I trust you? You broke into my fucking house!” he retorted, his voice quivering as he tried to sound tough. He twisted away from Solomon’s touch, craning his head toward the other side of the tub as he pulled his eyes away from his heated gaze.

The man only continued to smirk, running a cold hand over his face, tracing his fingers down his neck, slowly and deliberately. “For such a cutie like you living alone, I thought you would’ve had more security. Ah…well I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” he continued, “Nothing could have kept me from you tonight.”

“Stop it…” Levi breathed out a whine, his eyes starting to cloud over as the words started getting to him. He shouldn’t trust Solomon, he should keep his defenses up at all times. The look on his face was as inviting as it was enigmatic, and Levi couldn’t be one hundred percent he wouldn’t completely fall into his role either.

“Stop what?” he pressed on, feigning innocence. Levi’s eye twitched and he had to bite down on his tongue not to yell out in frustration. How could he feign innocence with a face like that?

He glared at him, twisting his body to try to worm his wrists out of the glowing circles, only for the magic to constrict around his wrists more firmly, nearly biting into his skin.

“Ah yes, struggle away!” Solomon laughed, clearly enjoying the role he was in, his eyes held a shine to them that set off Levi’s fight or flight warning as alarm bells started to go off in his head. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an opportunity to do this,” he carried on.

“Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?” Levi continued on as well, shouting at the shady wizard. ‘Been a while?’ he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if the real Solomon had done something like this before as well. The man had lived many years, and the magic he was able to wield was as impressive as it was unnerving.

He avoids the question, leaning forward so that his face was mere centimeters in front of Levi’s face, “You’re scared aren’t you?” he asked, the smile twisting into a cruel expression. It made Levi’s heart skip a beat as he swallowed, beginning to visibly shake again, “N-no, you don’t scare me.”

“You’re a liar. I bet you’ve been lying to everyone since you were little, haven’t you? That’s why you don’t have any friends.”

The words cut deeper than Levi could have imagined them to when he drafted this up in his head. He lurched forward, gritting his teeth as he glared daggers into the man. “Fuck you!” he spat, but his voice quivered toward the end.

Solomon let out a hearty laugh and shook his head, slipping into a confident smile. “I don’t understand you. You’re tied up, completely at my mercy, and yet here you are, trying to threaten me?”

Levi’s frown deepened as he shifted uncomfortably, an embarrassed expression contorting his face as the blush tinted his cheeks a light rose color.

“Tell me…how many men have you let fuck that pretty little face of yours?” he turned the situation around with one sentence, watching as Levi’s face took on a different form of embarrassment.

“T-That’s none of your business!” he cried out defensively, looking away in shame at the thought. He didn’t want to make the man angry, but this ‘stranger’ had no right asking him such personal questions. He huffed as he his face against one of his arms.

“Oh? I think it’s very much my business,” the man purred, sliding his hands down Levi’s arms as he looked away from him, drinking in the sight of how he was trembling beneath his gentle touches. “Or do you pleasure yourself to all that hentai you watch?” he breathed against his ear again, voice low as he took Levi’s sensitive ear into his mouth.

The otaku shuddered and gasped at the sensation, struggling to keep his face from contorting into something embarrassing. “Levi,” he breathed his name, tilting his head to make the other man look him in the eye again. “Answer my question…”

The blue haired demons lips twisted into a quaking frown as he was forced to look Solomon in the eye. He couldn’t work the words out of his mouth, instead, choosing to nod at the implication of the question. Solomon breathed out a tiresome sigh as he frowned at the other man.

“No, I need to hear you say it. You touch yourself to the thought of strangers doing this to you, don’t you?” he trailed his hand down Levi’s clothed stomach, ghosting his fingers as he pressed just hard enough to tickle the skin underneath. Levi let out a garbled whine as he turned his head away again.

“Yes! I….I touch m-myself to hentai,” he admitted. It sounded more humiliating saying it out loud than he would have anticipated, but it only sparked his arousal further. He hummed in response, carefully watching his expression. “And…do you have a significant other to help you with that? Hmm?” he pressed on, tilting Levi’s face back toward his. He loved the back and forth game of Levi getting too flustered to look at him, but he wanted to see his golden eyes fixated on him.

He had leaned down waving a hand and muttering something against Levi’s neck, breaking the bonds on the lower circles, letting Levi move his legs freely. He stretched them out with a swell of relief, feeling a rush of blood running back through them as the pins and needles set in. “Um…n-no, I’m single,” he replied timidly, feeling the pressure from Solomon’s intense stare.

“Hmm, I see. No boyfriend. No girlfriend. You live all alone…you poor thing,” he grabbed his shoulders in his hands, rubbing circles around them with his thumbs as he let another smile spread across his face. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Levi gulped as Solomon started to lift him out of the tub, holding the magic circles high in the air to keep his hands bound together as he brought him over to the proper bed and threw him down unceremoniously onto the deep blue sheets.

“Now then,” he started, his shadow looming over the man sprawled out onto the bed. “I’m going to untie you, but do not get up without my permission. Do you understand?” he asked, crossing his arms and tapping his chin with a mischievous look in his eyes. His smile never once faltered.

“Wha—yes…” Levi’s voice came out as a question at first but soon settled into compliance as he nodded his head at the man looming over him.

“Good. Very good,” Solomon replied. The bed shifted as Solomon crawled onto it, kneeling beside Levi to press his lips against his ear yet again. Levi squirmed as he felt the hot breath across his heated skin but he didn’t move away from him, choosing to close his eyes instead.

“I’m going to ask you some questions, and you will answer me truthfully. Do you understand?” he whispered, before moving his hand to squeeze Levi’s shoulder again, this time with more emphasis. The blue haired demon nodded, but kept his eyes closed.

“Answer me,” he warned, gripping his hand tighter.

“Y-yes…I understand,” he squeaked quietly in reply, taking in a shaky breath at the sensation of his grip on his shoulder. He wasn’t used to feeling quite so weak, with whatever spell Solomon had placed on him to repress his demonic abilities. It made him feel much smaller than usual.

He felt the squeeze of his shoulder release and he whimpered out but stayed put as Solomon placed a hand under his chin again. “Do you enjoy being tied up, darling? Completely at my mercy…” he asked quietly, his voice had an edge to it that made Levi’s stomach flutter.

“I…I don’t…” he started to respond but Solomon cupped his cheek with his other hand, narrowing his eyes as the smile on his face never once leaves. Levi swallowed hard, not knowing how to answer the question. He didn’t know how to get the words out, so he nodded hesitantly in return.

Solomon took it as an answer this time and reached up to pet his hair affectionately, “Good boy…” his voice was almost patronizing as he pressed his lips against Levi’s forehead, who in turn, breathed out a sigh of relief as his answer was accepted. He found himself leaning into his touch out of familiar reflex.

“Now then, I’m going to untie you. Do you promise me that you won’t run away?” he asked, eyes starting to drift over Levi’s body as he drank in the sight of him. He licked his lips in anticipation as Levi gave him a shaky reply. “I-I promise…” he was nodding vigorously

"I-I'll be good. I don't have anywhere to run...this is my house," he explained, giving him insight as to why he was agreeing with him. His eyelashes fluttered a little, out of nervousness, as he looked up at him as non-threateningly as possible.

He could have sworn he saw Solomon gulp for a moment before he continued. He tilted his head to the side, as though lost in thought for a moment, but he spoke once more, “If you’re good, I’ll reward you, but if you defy me, you will pay for it dearly. Now sit up for me,” he motioned with his hands, guiding Levi to sit as the binds circled above his head.

“Yes sir,” he replied, adding the formality hoping to earn more of Solomon’s good favor. He heard him take a sharp breath of air before he hummed to himself quietly. He waved a hand after murmuring another spell under his breath. Levi sat patiently, letting the man unbind him gratefully. He rubbed at his wrists gingerly once they were free, trying to loosen the stiffness from them by shaking them out.

“Now…where were we?” he murmured, pulling Levi’s arms around him as he held him in a close embrace, and Levi leaned into his touch willingly. He didn’t realize how touch starved he had been feeling up to this point and he tilted his head against Solomon’s hands as they cupped his cheeks.

“Are you trying to seduce me little one?” he asked, voice taking on a dangerous edge as another smirk twisted his lips upward. “How naughty of you…warming up to me so quickly when you were acting like I was your worst nightmare,” he feigned offense, letting himself frown as Levi floundered.

He bit his lip and swallowed thickly, looking away in shame. He felt his stomach flutter as the sensation of butterflies came back and he pulled his arms away to cross them over his chest in a protective stance. “I wasn’t trying….to se..to seduce you,” he stammered in his embarrassment.

“Liar,” Solomon cooed, winking at the man as his face started to light back up. He never got bored of Levi’s exaggerated expressions, and grabbed his chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb over Levi’s quivering lower lip. “Don’t worry darling, I know the truth. I know what’s going on in that filthy head of yours,” he laughed cruelly.

“Wh-what do you mean?” he stammered again, finally meeting his gaze. He wished he hadn’t as now he couldn’t look away again as Solomon locked eyes with him, holding him in place with the intensity of his stare.

“You’re attracted to me,” he replied simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, earning a huff from Levi who shut his eyes, since he was unable to turn his head away. He couldn’t deny that statement, and he brought his hands over his face, brushing past Solomon’s hand that still rested on his chin. He brought his knees up toward his face, trying to curl into a ball.

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

He kept his head down and stayed silent.

“How long have you wanted to see me naked?”

Still no response.

He was the man who ‘broke into his house’ after all. He was just feeling this way because he was scared. At least, that’s what Levi was telling himself. He didn’t want to admit how much the situation was turning him on. He buried his head further into his legs, hiding from the wizard.

“How long darling” he pressed on, demanding an answer from him. Levi shifted uncomfortably and answered from behind his hands, his voice coming out muffled, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he laughed mockingly, and Levi snuck a peek out from behind his legs only for his stomach to do another flip as Solomon’s face was right in front of his once more. He gasped, trying to scurry away further onto the bed.

Solomon grabbed his hands away from his face, forcing him to look at him once again. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You can’t even deny it, look at you. Admit that you desire me,” he breathed against his lips, not quite touching but close enough Levi could feel the heat from his breath.

“I…I’m scared,” he replied in a barely audible whisper, falling back into his role as he squirmed under Solomon’s touch. He knew he found the man attractive, but even under normal circumstances it was far too embarrassing for him to just admit out of the blue. Solomon knew this all too well, and liked to see how much he could push Levi before he broke.

"I know."

Levi started to scoot back, fear starting to win the battle in his head as he tried to work out why he was starting to get aroused by the man who was ‘holding him captive’ in his own room. Solomon took a deep breath, trailing his teeth over Levi’s ear once again, knowing it was one of his sweet spots. “You know what I’m going to do?”

Levi whimpered in response, unable to work out the words that were catching in his throat. “I’m going to help you…” he continued.

“H-help me?” he repeated, dumbfounded. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard he thought it was going to break out of his ribcage. He shuddered as Solomon bit down on his earlobe, letting out a small moan before closing his mouth again.

He chuckled at the adorable sound he made and smiled against his neck, “I’m going to help you become everything you were meant to be…” Levi shuddered at the implications, but was confused by the statement. The sound of Solomon’s chuckle made his stomach flutter again and he finally trailed his head up toward his again, snaking his hand up the back of his head to press his lips against Levi’s.

Levi froze for a moment, tilting his head to meet him halfway, his eyelids fluttering shut as he puckered his lips, moving them slowly against Solomon’s. The other man decided this pace was far too slow, however, and gripped the back of Levi’s hair, causing him to gasp as he delved his tongue into his mouth, kissing him so roughly he left the demon breathless.

He let his instincts guide him as he flailed for a moment before placing his hands on the back of Solomon’s head as well, threading his fingers through his hair as he pressed his tongue against Solomon’s. The wizard groaned into the kiss, his other hand trailing down Levi’s body until he was able to cup his ass, squeezing it as he pulled him closer into his lap.

His body was trembling from the adrenaline coursing through his body and he let out another moan in response to the almost animalistic noise that came from Solomon as the kiss deepened. He clutched the fabric of his sweater, pulling him closer as he kissed the man back passionately.

The kiss eventually broke off after a few moments, giving him a few seconds to process just what had just happened. Solomon’s eyes were still closed as his head was tilted back. Levi’s gaze softened for a moment as he took in the man’s expression. He looked blissful, and didn’t look as cryptic as he usually did.

The hand he had on his back moved up to the back of Levi’s head as his thumb stroked at his scalp. He shuddered a little, realizing that he was enjoying this. Levi swooned gently as Solomon scratched his nails against his scalp and shivered delightfully, relaxing into his touch.

"You shouldn't do that."

His eyes opened slowly and they bore into his soul.

“Why? Huh? Do what?” he asked, pulled out of the moment as he flickered his eyes back open to meet Solomon’s serious expression.

He frowned, "You shouldn't be enjoying my touch. It's dangerous, don’t you think?" he looked at him with a question in his eyes, watching carefully to see how Levi would react. The man responded by stuttering, “No..I mean, I was just,” he wrung his hands in his lap, balling up the fabric of his sleep shirt in his hands, feeling the need to fidget with anything to release some of the tension in his body. “I’m sorry…it just felt nice…that’s all,” his voice became quieter as he continued to speak until it was barely a whisper.

“Nice?” he responded, the smirk on his face returning as he shook his head, “Is that what you class it as?”

Levi moved his lips to speak as he croaked out an awkward sound, but before he had a chance to respond, Solomon had pressed his lips against his once more, silencing any thought he might have had. Levi was starting to feel more flustered as the kiss continued.

Solomon used the same trick twice, and it seemed to work a second time as well as he yanked on Levi’s hair, causing him to open his mouth in protest so he could slip his tongue back inside. Levi winced as his hair was tugged, but it sent an intense wave of arousal down toward his groin and he pulled his night shirt down to cover his lower half.

Solomon pulled away, and Levi could barely tell he was breathing a little faster than usual. “You’re overdressed,” he stated directly, and narrowed his eyes as Levi shook his head, unable to correctly form words as he made a whining noise at the man before taking a moment to collect himself. “No-no, I’m fine..” he managed to work out a small sentence, hiding his boner by bunching the cloth from his shirt into his lap. His pajama bottoms did little to hide the outline of his dick, and he was feeling self-conscious about it.

Solomon crawled over Leviathan’s lap, a playful glint in his eyes as he ran an index finger down Levi’s nose, across his lips, and down his neck, “Don’t argue with me. You’re not fine.” He watched as Levi shivered, his eyes crossing as he followed the trail of his finger down his face. The whimper that left his parted lips made Solomon’s pants tighten and he closed his eyes for a moment to reel himself back in.

“Aren’t you hot?” he asked, running his hands down Levi’s arms, playing with the hem at the bottom of his night shirt. Levi looked down at his hands, trembling as he placed his own hands over Solomon’s to stop him. “No! No, it’s cold in here,” he breathed, not wanting him to take off his shirt. He was afraid he was going to like it too much or do something he would regret.

He gave Levi a devious smile, leaning forward to blow his hot breath over Levi’s neck, watching as his body trembled and flushed. It was far too easy to get him worked up. He nuzzled his face against Levi before nipping at the crook of his neck, earning a loud moan from the other. He couldn’t hold back his chuckle as Levi’s hands flew to cover his mouth, turning his head away yet again. The heat from his face was radiating, and his breath had begun to quicken.

“You smell good, Levi…and you taste even better,” he hummed against his neck before moving to the other side to repeat his actions. He wouldn’t want him to feel neglected after all. His knuckles were turning white with how tight he was holding the hem of his shirt down. He fought back another groan, “N-no I don’t!” He wasn’t able to stop his body from reacting to the lewd, wet noises Solomon’s mouth was making as he sucked on his neck, leaving behind small marks of his affection behind.

Without warning, his hand shot down to grab Levi’s wrists in his own, catching the demon off guard. “What--??” he startled, staring wide eyed at his wrists. He was surprised that both of his wrists were able to fit in Solomon’s grasp, though if he weren’t under his magical influence he would normally be able to get out of his grip quite easily.

“You like this?” his voice was a mix between playful and mocking as he purred against Levi’s ear, watching as he writhed and struggled to get his hands free.

“Y-you won’t…you c-can’t…” he panted, finding it difficult to catch his breath as he continued to weakly pull his arms in Solomon’s grasp.

He bit his lip hard, leaving it swollen and red where he abused it. He tried to cross his legs together to hid himself further from Solomon’s knowing gaze, twisting his torso away from him. “Can’t what?” he asked in a low, guttural voice as his free hand moved up the demon’s thigh.

“W-wait!” Levi called out, fighting back another pitiful groan. “I don’t—aaah—not there…” he twisted again, trying to get away from Solomon. He was feeling exceptionally sensitive as the wizard pulled his thighs apart, revealing the tent that had formed in his pajama pants he had so miserably been trying to hide. Albeit it was glaringly obvious he was aroused in the first place, he had simply hoped it wasn’t as apparent to him as it was.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding,” he tilted his head; his calm demeanor was beginning to infuriate Levi. He froze as a hand wrapped around his bulge, squeezing tightly. His eyes went wide again and he squirmed in his grasp. “AAAaaahhahhhhhhhhhh…” his voice was loud as the moan escaped from his mouth, tapering off into a pleasurable whimper as Solomon continued to squeeze the bulge in his hand. Levi panted harshly, twisting but with less fervor. He wanted to hide his face but he was unable to move his hands to cover up.

“Ngh…aghh…” he moaned again, tugging his arms only to find that Solomon would not let him move an inch.

“Mmmm, you like this, don’t you?” he mused. It was perhaps too obvious he was enjoying himself. But Levi wasn’t able to pick up on it as much, lost in his own rampantly growing arousal.

“I…I….aaah,” he moaned again, pitifully shutting his eyes to hide his shame. He couldn’t bear to look at him when he looked like he was going to swallow him whole like a damn predator. He trembled against his touch, shaking as he tried twisting away again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to let go,” he explained, though his voice sounded more like a threat than a reassurance.

“I don’t …aah..it…it feels…mmmnng,” he panted out, trying to form a coherent sentence as Solomon continued to grope him through his pants. The thin material of the pj bottoms was both a blessing as a curse as he felt his thumb rubbing against the underside of his shaft. A small wet patch was forming on his bottoms as he began to weep precum.

“Oh, you’re going to enjoy this,” he groaned as he quickly pulled his pants around his thighs, slipping a hand underneath his underwear to squeeze at his supple ass.

Levi didn’t realize he was starting to drool as he started to move again. Solomon let go of his wrists to continue squeezing his ass and Levi nearly fell forward into him as he cupped his rear end in his large hands. “Hhh…I’m…wh..whaaa---“ he tried to question what was happening between the little mewls that fell from his lips. His mind was hazy with lust.

“Shut up and enjoy it,” Solomon ordered, giving another squeeze to Levi’s ass. “Ngh…” was the only reply he got, Levi having lost temporary ability to even attempt to fight back. Solomon took it as an opportunity to prod his finger against his exposed asshole.

“N-not there!” he cried out, face burning as his hands found Solomon’s chest, weakly pushing against him in effort to stop his actions. He shook against him, his head falling against Solomon’s shoulder as the man prodded his asshole with his finger. “Nnngg!” his cock twitched as Solomon continued to prod his vulnerable entrance and he couldn’t help but moan again as he wriggled his way in, muttering something against his neck as a wet sensation covered his finger.

Levi was going to question it but Solomon hooked his finger upward, pressing forward until he managed to get a second finger in. “Aaah…aahh..nng,” he moaned again, drool pooling around his lips as he held onto Solomon’s shirt while the man pumped his fingers in and out of him. He angled his fingers inside him, reaching for Levi’s prostate, and when he finally found it he was rewarded with a half yell, half moan as Levi shook against him.

“You think you can handle more?” he whispered, running his tongue along the nape of Levi’s neck. “I’m going to stretch you out so much, you’ll beg for it.”

Levi didn’t think he could shudder any more than he already was, but he couldn’t stop from trembling in Solomon’s lap. He was like putty, completely malleable to the wizard’s whims. He found himself biting the fabric of Solomon’s shirt to silence his mouth as he involuntarily began to rock against him, a high pitched whine sneaking out of his throat.

“Ah…ah…fuck,” he panted, but was cut off with a broken whine as Solomon pulled his hand away, guiding Levi off the bed before pushing him down onto his knees.

“I think I need some encouragement to continue~” he cooed, petting Levi’s hair affectionately as the man blushed under his touch. He quickly got to work at pulling down the man’s pants, but just enough to bring his dick out, pumping it a few times in his hand as he glowered down at Levi.

Levi poked his tongue out, tasting the tip of Solomon’s cock before bringing the head into his mouth. He could taste the salt from the precum that had been beading on the surface of his cock, and he moaned through his nose as he carefully swirled his tongue around the tip.

Solomon grabbed the back of his head, pushing him forward as he used both hands to hold Levi’s head in place. “That’s it…just like that,” he encouraged the demon, panting slightly as he looked down at the man.

“Mmph!” he had jolted forward as his mouth was suddenly filled, mindful of his teeth as Solomon’s cock pushed into his mouth. His jaw cried out at the sudden intrusion, but he took another shaky breath in, trying to will himself to relax and to stop tensing up so much. He moaned again, around the cock in his mouth as the man threaded his fingers through his hair, petting him tenderly.

Levi responded by sloppily moving his tongue around Solomon’s throbbing erection, teasing him with his mouth and earning a groan from the white haired wizard. “Suck it like a good little cocksucker,” he grunted before thrusting his hips in and out of Levi’s mouth.

The demon was starting to feel overwhelmed as Solomon started to degrade him. His breath quickened once more, through his nose, and he started to suck enthusiastically, finding the rhythm difficult as he kept thrusting into his mouth. He was using his face like his own personal fuck hole and that made Levi ache with need.

“I knew you were a little slut. I saw it in your eyes the moment I met you,” he continued to dirty talk Levi, who in turn, became more determined as he flattened his tongue along the underside of Solomon’s cock, gasping around him when he called him a little slut. Solomon thrust a few more times before pulling out, lifting Levi off of his cock by his pulling on his hair again.

Levi’s tongue was still out as Solomon looked down at him, though he was quick to pull it back into his mouth muttering, “I’m not a slut,” weakly as he blushed and looked away.

“Mm-hmmm,” he hummed, hooking his hands under Leviathan’s shoulders and helping him to his feet. “I see a different side of you though. I want to see more of that side of you,” he murmured against his face, pressing a chaste kiss onto Levi’s cheek.

He tossed Levi onto the bed again, who bounced as he hit the soft cushion, disoriented for a moment as he tried to regain his bearings. Solomon was quick to climb back over him, pulling at his pajama bottoms to completely rid the offending fabric alongside the man’s underwear. Solomon was growing impatient.

He pulled Levi back down into a passionate kiss, his lips were still swollen from his nervous biting from before, and he winced slightly as Solomon bit down playfully on his lower lip. He slid his tongue into his mouth and was surprised when Levi sucked on his tongue, a surprisingly forward approach. Solomon was the one moaning this time, as he ground his hips against Levi’s letting him feel just how worked up he was making him.

Levi pulled away with a wet pop at the feeling of Solomon’s cock rubbing against his own, and his mind felt muddy again. He gripped at Levi’s shirt, pulling it up over his head, and he willingly complied, wanting the fabric off his overheated body as well. Solomon smirked as Levi struggled to break free from his shirt for a moment, stifling back a laugh at his clumsiness before leaning forward to capture a pert nipple between his lips. Levi arched his chest toward Solomon’s mouth, while his words protested, “Aah..that’s..d-don’t,” he stammered, despite his body reacting positively to the attention.

“Don’t what?” Solomon feigned ignorance again, smiling sweetly as Levi struggled to speak coherently.

“Don’t do that..”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmured against his chest, biting down on the nipple between his teeth just so he could hear Levi cry out for him. He wanted to hear him call out his name as well.

“K-keep..I mean..don’t do that…agh!” he wrenched at the sheets with his fists as Solomon continued to torture his chest with his tongue. He chuckled against him, the sound low and reverberating as it vibrated against his chest. “What do you want from me, little one?” he asked, stroking the side of Levi’s face.

He fell silent for a moment, his mind hazy from the sensations coursing through his body. Solomon spoke again, waiting for him to speak, “Tell me what you want.”

“I…I…” he floundered again, looking up into Solomon’s mysterious, stormy eyes. They were clouded over with lust and he found himself shrinking back from the intensity of his gaze. Levi trailed his eyes down Solomon’s body, still half clothed, as he timidly reached up to tug at his shirt. “I want to see you too..” he requested with a breathy voice.

Solomon chuckled once more, a sound of satisfaction, as he pulled his sweater off of his body, revealing his body for Levi to admire. It did not go unnoticed when Levi’s eyes trailed over him, his blush deepening as his eyes fell on his cock. It had only been a few moments since it had been in his mouth and he absentmindedly salivated at the recent memory.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice growing slightly husky as he smirked at the way Leviathan reacted by skirting his gaze to the side and covering his mouth with his hand. Levi felt Solomon’s hand on his face again as he tilted his head toward him for another kiss. This time, much sweeter than the last. He was gentle as me moved his lips against Levi’s, taking his time with the man.

“Tell me, my little otaku, where did you learn to suck cock like that?” the words left his lips far too easily for how filthy they were to Leviathan’s ears. Levi let out a squeaking groan as he shut his eyes, lips trembling as he fought himself over whether he should answer that question honestly or not. “I..I..practice on a um…a dildo,” he replied meekly, turning his head to the side, remembering all those nights he would watch hentai and then try to recreate the act on himself with the few toys he had in his room.

Solomon let out another small chuckle, laying down next to Levi and propping his head in his hand, looking at the man pointedly. “I see…”

“I-it’s not weird!” he was quick to defend himself, feeling mortified at the sound of Solomon’s laughter in response to such an intimate question.

“Oho, no…it’s not weird at all,” he says, stroking Levi’s cheek softly in with his hand. “I find it quite…arousing.”

Levi opens his mouth to retort, but quickly closes it, squirming a little before Solomon asked his next question. “Do you….have any toys here now?” he asked, eyes flitting around the room to see if he could figure out where he could possibly have hidden them. Levi covered his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth, wanting to deny their very existence.

“Can I see, Levi?” he asked patiently. He pulled his hands away from his face again, leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek before meeting him with his intense gaze. Levi felt like he was pinning him down with his eyes alone, and he nervously responded, eyes scanning over Solomon’s face warily. “U-under the bed…there’s a box,” he admitted, shame creeping into his voice.

“Open it,” he ordered, moving so that Levi would be able to lean over the bed to retrieve the item. Levi did just that, rolling onto his side and feeling around until his fingers brushed the familiar box, and he brought it up onto the bed. He paused for a few beats before opening the lid.

Levi couldn’t meet Solomon’s eyes as he revealed a rather large dildo that was not in the shape of a human cock. He had bought it from a site Asmo had given him a couple years back because he liked the way it looked primarily. Next to it was a much smaller by comparison, normal appearing dildo that had a vibrator attachment alongside a small bullet vibrator and a bottle of lubricant.

Solomon reached out to touch the largest of the toys, fingers running gently along it as he seemed lost in thought. It was ridged and had several bumps along the sides. He admired the iridescent purple color, finally glancing back over to Levi. “I want you to fuck yourself with this.”

“Wh—huh?” he replied with natural confusion, thinking he might’ve wanted to see how he practiced blowjobs, but not for him to watch him…his mind trailed off and he flushed brightly. Of course he had picked the larger of the two dildos in the box. He had only ever actually put it in his mouth, however, finding that it was more intimidating in person than when he had bought it impulsively after masturbating to a particularly erotic hentai. He balked slightly at the idea and shook his head.

“I want to see you fuck yourself with this,” Solomon repeated, the look in his eyes not wavering as he commanded him a second time, his eyes taking on a serious expression.

Levi’s hands shook as he stared at the familiar toy, mind racing as he tried to reach for the much smaller one beside it. Solomon clamped his hand down on Levi’s wrist, pulling his arm back as he pinned him against the bed. “I said, this one,” he replied sternly, taking the larger dildo and placing it in Levi’s hand, not breaking eye contact with him as he reached for the lube in the box and popped the lid open. His smirk was growing as he took in the panicked look in Leviathan’s eyes as he swallowed thickly, taking the heavy demon dildo in his hand nervously.

“Please…I want to try the other one,” he pleaded, his lower lip was trembling as he was cut off again.

“No.”

The statement was so final. Solomon poured a generous portion of lube onto the tip of the toy, urging it toward Leviathan with an excited look in his eyes. Levi sighed in defeat, sizing up the dildo in his hand before leaning back against the headboard, not able to make eye contact with the man as he slowly rubbed the toy against his entrance, warming himself up.

Solomon sat back, watching Levi intently as he placed his hand on his own cock, stroking lazily as he watched as Levi spread his legs wide, lifting himself up before slowly working the tip inside of him. The demon managed to press the head of the toy in before his hips jutted forward, having a difficult time adjusting to the size. He paused, taking in a sharp breath as he felt his hole stretch, much farther than when Solomon had been using his fingers.

Levi’s fingers clutched the sheets with his free hand as he slowly slid down the shaft, biting his lip as he screwed his eyes shut.

“Yes…” Solomon sighed pleasantly, watching the sight unfold before him as he continued to languidly stroke himself. Levi didn’t move just yet, letting the toy fill him to the brim. He panted out harshly, feeling hot as he felt Solomon’s eyes all over his body. It was similar to the time he had jerked off on cam with some demon from across Devildom online. Only this time, it was far more intimate.

“Yes, continue,” Solomon urged him on.

“Nngh,” Levi let out a noise of sexual frustration as he spread his legs open as far as they would go, biting his lip as he realized he was giving Solomon an incredibly erotic view. He grabbed the dildo in his hands, slowly pushing it inside of him, the ridges sliding against his insides, making his head fall back against the headboard.

“Fuck, I want to be inside of you,” Solomon whispered as he began to breath heavily, and Levi’s eyes snapped open to stare at the man who had gotten close enough to sit between his legs. He was on his knees, with his hand on his cock, drinking in the sight of the demon trying to pleasure himself on the toy. “Do you want that? Hm? Do you want to feel the real thing?” his voice was thick as he locked his eyes with Levi’s, and Levi couldn’t look away. His hands froze around the toy inside of him, and he opened his mouth to speak.

“Yes…I want it…so bad,” he eventually panted out, watching as Solomon continued to stroke himself.

“Then beg for it,” he demanded, his voice almost cold.

Levi stopped pushing the toy against his tight entrance, feeling far too overwhelmed to continue in the moment as he whined needily, “I want…please…I want you,” he choked out, choosing less lewd words than he knew Solomon wanted to hear.

“Keep still, you,” he suddenly grabbed Levi’s wrist, causing him to yelp as he forced his hand over Levi’s guiding it with his own. He moved his hand around the toy, making Levi push it in and out of himself more roughly, causing him to cry out loudly as his toes started to curl. “AAAAH! I want y-you! P-p-please!” he called out, arching his hips as Solomon continued to move Levi’s hand in his, the toy making squelching noises as it moved in and out of him.

“That’s right, squeeze it tight,” he breathed against Levi’s ear, and the man let out a pained whimper as the toy was twisted and turned in his hands, making him rut against the intrusion erratically.

He made a string of incoherent cries as it twisted inside of him, and his body began to shake uncontrollably. “I need it, I need you inside of me. Please, please, I can’t take it, please. I need you inside of me,” he started to beg more enthusiastically, rocking his hips against the toy inside of him.

“Do you want my cock? Hm? Do you want me to fill you up? Claim you as my own?” he breathed against Levi’s ear once more.

“Yes! Yes! I want your cock, pleasepleaseplease,” he struggled to keep his eyes open. His body was swirling with need as he begged Solomon, unable to stop himself from trying to fuck himself on the toy in his hands, needing more stimulation.

“Such a dirty boy,” he mocked as he placed a hand on his hip to stop him from being able to rut against the toy. When Levi tried to disobey him anyway, he gave him a quick slap across the face.

“Aah!” his eyes flew back open at the sting on his face and he opened his mouth to speak, choking on a moan as Solomon stilled his hand, not moving the toy at all. He wanted to continue to rock his hips, but Solomon held him firmly.

“Keep it there,” he ordered, his hand holding Levi’s hip firmly as he slowly started to aim the toy to directly brush against his prostate, earning a wordless cry from the demon.

“Aaahnnnngng,” his moan turned into a garbled mess of frustration as Solomon rubbed the tip of the toy against his insides, not allowing him to buck his hips as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“I don’t think you really want it yet,” he teased, continuing to rub it against that sweet spot inside of Levi with intent, watching his face as it twisted into pleasure and agony mixed as one.

“I think you want me to stop?” he continued as if Levi had protested, “Or if you beg sweetly…I’ll know you really want it,”

“No-NO!---I want it!” his words were dripping with both panic, and unbridled lust, as Solomon threatened to stop. “Please, please, I need you, please put your cock inside me, I—I can’t take it…” The tears in his eyes were starting to overflow as Solomon continued to grind the toy against his prostate, and he could feel the pressure building deep within his body.

“I want to see you lose control,” Solomon whispered, “I want to see you submit to me. But not yet..”

Leviathan whined more defiantly this time frustration starting to take over his self-awareness. “I-if you keep doing that…I’ll cum,” he warned, still trying to buck his hips as he was held firmly in place with Solomon’s freehand.

“Not yet, you’ve been a very bad boy,” he taunted, “when I say so, you won’t be able to hold back. So just hold on a little longer.”

“N-no..I’m telling you, I-I really can’t hold it m-much longer,” Levi explained pitifully. His face felt like it was on fire as Solomon continued to slowly torture him with intense pleasure. Levi snuck his hand over to Solomon’s thigh, trailing his hand up his leg, leaning closer to touch his cock.

Solomon froze for a moment, his breath hitching before he grabbed Levi’s hand away from him. “I want to hear you beg for it,” he insisted, “I want to hear you call my name, I want to hear you curse me.”

“P-please!” his voice broke as he pitched another crying wail, “I’m already begging you, please!” he felt the tears in his eyes start to stream down his cheeks as he trembled under the man’s actions. “I need you inside of me, please just fuck me already! Solomon! Please,” he sobbed, turning his head back and forth.

“Please what?” he asked sweetly, nuzzling into Levi’s neck, as his hand ran through his hair gently.

Levi screamed. His throat felt raw, completely frustrated as he started to sob openly. “It hurts so much, please, fuck me, I can’t handle this, I need you, I-aahng…” he trailed off into another half moan half sob as Solomon moved to rotate the toy inside of him.

“I believe I asked you to scream my name,” he whispered into Levi’s ear.

“SOLOMON!” he yelled out, ignoring the hoarseness in his voice. He chanted his name over and over, mixed with pleas and sobs as the man continued to slowly torture him with his sweet caresses.

“Please, Solomon, Please… Solomon. Solomon. Please. I need you, Solomon. Please, I want you, I want you SOLOMON!!!”

The man next to him chuckled, pulling the toy out of Leviathan’s body, which earned him another sob as he immediately regretted the loss of being filled.

“No darling, not yet…Soon,” he whispered soothingly.

Levi screamed again, his frustration unbearable, his voice breaking up as he continued to ignore his pleas for mercy. He balled his hands into fists and shouted at Solomon between sobs, “I want your hard cock inside of me so much it hurts, please, fuck me until I can’t see straight, until I can’t walk for a week, I don’t fucking care just arrgghhhhh----“ he growled out in frustration, “Just fuck me already!”

“What a naughty boy,” was his only response.

Levi let out a whimper, not sure what else to do.

“Tell me who you are then,” Solomon replied, as though reading his thoughts.

He gritted his teeth together, “I’m a filthy, disgusting otaku! Please! Solomon…I’m your little slut,” he panted out, too lost in the haze of his own arousal to care about the words that were falling past his lips.

“Good boy.”

With that Solomon finally pushed Leviathan back down onto the bed, away from the headboard, and lined himself at his entrance. He forced Levi to look him in the eyes as he slowly pushed into him, his hand firmly holding Levi’s jaw in place. He wanted to see every moment as Levi’s face twisted into an absolutely debauched expression.

“Solomo---ooh fuck,” he moaned, arching his back as he felt the man pushing into him. “Aaah, yes! Fuck me!” he begged, rolling his hips against Solomon to bring him further into his waiting body. He didn’t want to care about anything else in the world, other than him filling his body until he couldn’t think about anything ever again.

Solomon’s lips brushed Levi’s cheek as he continued to thrust into him. “That’s it darling, let it all out,” he whispered against him, sending a chill down Levi’s spine. He was sobbing again, tears staining his cheeks as he rutted against Solomon sloppily. He was too far gone to hold any sort of rhythm. His hands trailed down his body, desperate for release.

Solomon took Levi’s hands in his own, bringing one of them up to press a gentle kiss against as he chided, “No, no no.”

Levi threw his head back against the pillow, tossing his head from side to side as he was denied yet again. His cock twitched painfully against his abdomen and he knew he wouldn’t last long either way. Solomon was thrusting into him too hard for him not be able to lose himself in him. “Please, let me cum, Solomon, please,” he pled in his sweetest voice.

Solomon laughed in return, giving Levi a cruel smile as he teased him just a while longer.

“Solomon! I’m begging you!”

He pressed a kiss against Levi’s open lips, hushing his protests. “Please, darling. You have my permission. Cum on my cock my cute little slut…”

That was all it took to push him over the edge. He didn’t even have to touch himself as the words allowed his orgasm to bubble over. He clutched onto Solomon’s shoulders, digging his nails into them as he cried out hoarsely, shaking as his orgasm swept through his body. His toes curled and his abdomen clenched as his inner walls clamped down around him, causing the man to groan out as Levi rode through his orgasm.

He didn’t let him ride it out for long however, as he continued to thrust into him so roughly he left him gasping for breath. He felt lightheaded as he struggled to keep up with the man.

“Aah! Sol-aaahah,” he moaned out, trying to get his name out hif his mouth but he couldn’t think straight. His thoughts were scrambled as Solomon continued to thrust into him with abandon.

“I love this view,” he groaned as he thrust his hips back and forth, drinking in the sight of Leviathan, completely undone and debauched beneath him. His mouth was swollen from the rough kisses he had placed on them, Levi’s eyes were puffy from crying, his hair a mess both from sweat and from Solomon tugging on it and threading his fingers through it. He continued to moan as Solomon started to thrust more erratically, kissing Leviathan with passion as he chased his own high.

He pulled back just enough to look at his face again, noticing the string of saliva that broke apart as he leaned back and how Levi’s eyes were completely glazed over. Solomon shuddered, “So hot…” was all he could murmur out, breathing heavily as his hips stuttered. He moaned low as his orgasm eventually washed over him.

Leviathan mewled at the sensation of warmth as Solomon’s seed painted his insides, leaving him with a lingering sensation of bliss. Solomon thrust shallowly a few more times, reaching his hand down to the base of his cock, milking himself to finish pumping his seed deep within Leviathan’s body, making him blush in turn. “That’s right…take it all,” he whispered, his chest heaving as he stopped to catch his own breath.

After he had finished inside of him, he pulled out carefully to lie beside Levi, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close to his chest before placing a loving kiss on his forehead. He ran his hand through Levi’s bangs, brushing them from his eyes. “I love you…” he whispered.

Levi snuggled close to Solomon’s chest in return pressing a kiss against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the man. “I love you so much, thank you for doing this for me,” he thanked him with his crackly voice, hoarse from all the screaming he had done. He was certain his brothers had heard him, burying his face further into Solomon’s chest.

Solomon hummed and stroked Levi’s hair as they lay together. They laid in silence, enjoying each other’s company before Solomon eventually moved them to the bathroom to get ready for the night. Levi was going to be tired the next day, but it had been worth it.

#usagiwrites #obey me #smut #obey me smut #solomon/leviathan #m/m fiction #I've never written Solomon and tbh I'm not 100% happy #but I did my best T^T

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nol-an · 4 years ago

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it was good until it wasn’t || n. patrick

inspired by the prompt, “please don’t make me choose.”

2k worth of A N G S T!! um yea haven’t written in over two years and this is my first hockey fic so bear with me. feedback is always appreciated! (this is not proofread and im sure there are probs some plot holes- oops)

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For so long, everything had felt too good to be true. Nolan finally accomplished his dream of playing in the NHL, and you had gotten into your dream school in Philadelphia. To you, there was nothing more important than pursuing a career in the medical field and being able to do that with Nolan on your side.

At times, the long study nights, missed plans, and occasional stressed-induced breakdowns made you question if you were ever going to meet your end goals. That feeling was definitely not foreign to you, but it didn’t necessarily make coping with the thought any easier. It was a weird feeling — four years of undergraduate school almost felt like too much yet not enough time. There was so much you wanted to accomplish, and you sometimes wished you weren’t so ambitious because the days where you felt incapable of being successful were the days that you wanted nothing more than to wallow in your fears alone.

Luckily for you, Nolan was incredibly understanding of your fears. While he knew his life as an athlete was drastically different from your life as a student, he tried his best to understand your thoughts and always told you how much he admired your drive to reach your goals. No matter how often you tried to internalize your emotions, Nolan knew better and never hesitated to be your rock. Be it in the form of verbal or physical reassurance, his presence radiated a sense of comfort that always brought you out of any illusion of doubt you may have conjured.

He doesn’t tell you enough, but you have a similar effect on him. Your gentle touches, cute pre-game texts, and warm hugs never fail to bring a smile to his face. If he’s being honest with himself, he’s not quite sure what he would do without you. It’s not really a thought he has to worry about, though, because for what felt like a blissful eternity, the stars aligned for you two. There were undoubtedly times when Nolan and you would run into disagreements, but the desire to make things work seemingly mended any issues in the relationship.

That was, however, until everything seem to come to a head. With your MCAT exam date approaching very soon and Nolan’s season with the Flyers starting just as quickly, it was hard for the two of you to bask in each other’s presence like usual. It wasn’t something either of you really noticed, as you both understood how important the other’s career was. You knew how important this comeback season for Nolan would be, and you tried your best to let him know that you would support him no matter what. He didn’t have to say it, but you knew a lot of doubts were rushing through your boyfriend’s head and you almost mistook his increasingly reserved demeanor as nerves.

In fact, you didn’t really give it much thought until Nolan came home from his fourth game of the season. As badly as you wished you could have attended, the remaining hours you had to prepare for the MCAT were previous and you reassured Nolan that you would be his number one cheerleader again as soon as you got the dreaded test out of the way.

Your nose was stuffed into a psychology textbook until your trance was broken with the slam of the front door to you and Nolan’s shared apartment.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted as you got out of your seat to hug your freshly-showered boyfriend. If the sound of the front door was any indication, you had a feeling that the game didn’t go as desired, and you didn’t want to push any touchy subjects. On more than one occasion, Nolan had told you how much he liked how he could escape from hockey in your presence. He loved that he could escape from that part of his life, loved how you made him feel like a normal guy. You thought this would be one of those nights where even the word “hockey” wouldn’t be uttered, but you were wrong. So wrong.

“You’re not gonna ask how the game went?” Your boyfriend pressed, his tone bitter. Pulling away from your hug, he turned his back to you all too soon and he walked towards the kitchen.

“I-I mean, you know I’m always here to listen about your games, but I just thought you wouldn’t want to talk about it?” you meekly replied, unsure of where he was going with the conversation.

You weren’t entirely sure what the outcome of the game was, but you were definitely confused. Nolan usually didn’t like talking about the Flyers’ losses, but you were so sure something went wrong based on his dramatic entrance into your shared home.

Prompted by his silence, you continued, “Um, so was it a win?” you uttered, regretting your words as soon as they slipped off your tongue.

Slamming his water bottle on the countertop, Nolan’s actions caused your words to dissipate. Silence filled the room, the tension almost palpable.

“Well you would know if you were there, wouldn’t you?” he replied, clearly annoyed by your seemingly stupid question.

Alright, so definitely not a win.

“Nols,” you tried to reason, “You know I wanted to be there so badly, but I couldn’t. The MCAT is almo-” you were abruptly cut off.

“I know. The MCAT is only two weeks away and it’s super important for you. It’s been the same thing for weeks now, you don’t have to remind me,” Nolan finished your sentence, his monotonous and resentful tone making it clear that he had already heard the same words from you numerous times before.

Had it not been for this same tone, you would have brushed off his comment. You would have instead attributed his harshness to tonight’s loss, which would have been the third one in a row. However, his response felt condescending — like he was downplaying how important the MCAT actually was to you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you quipped. It felt like you just recited the most cliche line in the book, but your brain and heart had already started functioning at two different rates. If you attempted to say any more, your stress from the upcoming exam mixed with the rising argument you sensed would have surely sent you into a pool of tears.

“It’s just exhausting you, know?” Nolan started, “I know you’re busy with your own things, but it sucks seeing all of the other guys getting to hug their girlfriends and wives at the tunnel at the end of games while I know I can’t have the same with you. I mean, is it so much to ask of you to just be there for me? How am I supposed to believe that you want the best for me when you aren’t even acting like it?” he argued.

“‘So was it a win?’” he bitterly recited your earlier question, scoffing at it. “You could have at least Googled the score and pretended like you were keeping up.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your confusion immediately turned into anger and shock — you thought Nolan, out of all people, would have understood your situation. Not being able to wrap your head around his current state of irrationality, it felt like hours passed before you willed yourself to reply.

“I've attend almost every game of yours. I’m sorry I haven’t been so good at that recently, but you know how much I want to do well on this exam,” you seethed.

You were trying to stay level-headed, but anger consumed any possibility of making the discourse calm. “My life does not revolve solely around your career, and I’m sure as hell not going to always be able to put my life on hold to make sure I know what the scoreboard of every game is.” You couldn’t help but let every one of your words become coated in frustration. You thought everything you were saying was so obvious, and you couldn’t help but become more upset with the fact that you even had to reiterate these points to Nolan.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m not even dating someone,” Nolan dryly responded. “Feels like all you do nowadays is drone on and on about this test. Is this what the rest of our relationship it gonna be like? I mean, I can’t imagine what things are gonna be like once you’re in med school,” he hastily commented, pacing around the kitchen.

Every one of his words felt like a punch to your gut. His words hurt more than your face let on, every instinct in your body asking —no, begging— you to flee your current predicament.

“I don’t know what to say,” you truthfully replied.

“Is there even room for me in your life anymore?” he questioned, adding fuel to the fire. “It feels like I’m always second to your fantasy life as a doctor.”

This was your last straw. Sure, you could have tried to see the validity in his initial argument if you gave yourself time to cool down. But now, it felt like he was mocking you. The same person that made your goals feel attainable was starting to break down your confidence. The confidence that he helped you construct was now crumbling, brick by brick.

“Nolan, you mean so much more to me than that. Please, I would never want you to feel this way, and I know we can work this out we just need to tal-” you were cut off once more.

“I don't know if I can do this anymore,” he cryptically stated, letting your worst fears fester around the kitchen that felt way too cramped now.

“Nol, please,” you pleaded. Your anger immediately shifted to dread.

“I want you to achieve your dreams more than anything, but I don’t know if I see myself in these future plans if this is what the rest of your career is supposed to be like. Do I even have a place in your future plans?” Nolan sighed.

Your stomach dropped. Even though he didn’t explicitly state it, you knew what he was hinting at. It was your career or him, and he was making it clear that having both in your life wouldn’t be feasible. As if he pulled out the last brick, you finally let all of your walls down. Tears freely flowed down your face, as you tried to convince yourself that you were hearing wrong. You wanted to scream it at the top of your lungs. Of course you saw Nolan as part of your future. Hell, he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. However, his seeming disregard for your career aspirations was off-putting and made you reconsider everything.

Your eyesight, blurry from your tears, tried to focus on the hockey player. Your dejected state urged you to reason with him, but you were unsure of what to do.

“Please, Nolan. Please don’t make me choose,” you pleaded. In comparison to your vulnerable state, Nolan was composed. It was as if he rehearsed this, his blank stare void of emotion. You tried to come closer to him, but his body language told you that your touch wasn’t welcome.

“I don’t have to,” Nolan pushed himself off the counter, “The fact that you don’t already know your answer already tells me what I need to know,” he stated. Grabbing his keys off the kitchen counter, he headed to the front door before you could gather your emotions and form words.

Your anger, confusion, and hurt seemed to weigh you down, gluing your feet to the ground. As much as you wanted to stop his exit from the apartment, your body kept you in place. With a second slam of the front door, the gust of wind from the heavy door whiffled through your long-forgotten textbook, the sound of the pages ruffling mocking you. The silence following Nolan’s exit was deafening. You never thought Nolan would make you choose between your relationship with him and your career. You thought you knew a lot of things about life, really, but this was certainly something you were not prepared for.

Your world was spinning, orbiting into a field of anguish and heartbreak. As if your brain hadn’t quite registered the turn of events, you almost thought about calling for Nolan until you were cruelly reminded that reaching for him was no longer an option. Your rock was gone, and you were lost.

#nolan patrick fic #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick #nhl imagine #nhl fic #my writing

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mggpleasedontlookhere · 4 years ago

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dandelions

request: if you vibe with it Spencer X Reader lowkey songfic for Dandelions by Ruth B. Spencer is recovering from Cat traumatizing him and the Reader is a baby tech analyst for the BAU. The Reader learns Spencer believes that he’ll never find true love, and so the Reader pretty much corners him in the techy bat cave and makes him dance with her (to the song). Ends with a semi established relationship and Reader let’s Spencer know she’ll love him when he’s ready. :) ❤️

so before we embark on this story, I just want to let you all know that i’m only up to season 4 of CM, but because of tik tok, i know most of the spoilers already, but i’ll try my absolute best

word count: 2,167 reading time aprox: 8 mins

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It was a leisurely night at the BAU, the usual fleeting agents that roamed around the bullpen causing an uproar of commotion was replaced by a serene environment that was inhibited by a few individuals. It was around the time of the holidays meaning most of the agents had either went home to their loved ones or went to the bars to their loved ones, also known as 5-6 vodka shots with a beer on the side.

The lights began to dim at the office indicating it was close to midnight. My eyes had accustomed to the sudden change of brightness due to the simple fact that Penelope’s office was just a technically advanced bat cave littered with eclectic trinkets from thrift shops.

I could remember stepping into Penelope’s office expecting an immaculate high tech lair, only to discover a physical representation of Pen’s psyche splattered in all the crevices of the dark room. Apprenticing for Garcia had been the best decision I’ve made considering that my original disposition was to work in counter terrorism where there wasn’t an unorthodox and silly tech goddess. Not only that, but the BAU team had become more than family to me, taking into account that my biological family had abandoned me when I was young.

I grew up with a developed resentment against love knowing that people will always abandon you in the end. Despite my childhood, ever since I’ve joined the team, all that contempt dissipated transforming into nothing but genuine love for the people around me.

And sometimes I held a little bit of extra love for definitive individuals.

I was closing up a few files on Pen’s computer, rewriting the encryptions on her documents to secure her confidentiality when I peered out into the bullpen, a forlorn and solitary silhouette crouched into a seat came to view. The chair swaying side to side in combination with the lackluster lights made it particularly burdensome to identify the figure. The bullpen had emptied out, leaving the creature to it’s lonesome, adding to the ambiguity of the atmosphere.

It was only when JJ approached the cryptic individual that it had clicked in my head. Spencer’s hair popped into view as JJ adjusted his desk lamp to give off more light. She had her bag and jacket hanging on her left arm signaling her departure from the office. She conversed with Spencer offering him a cup of coffee which he politely declined with a tight lipped smile. With this response, she patted his shoulder motherly and made her way to bureau’s glass doors.

The sounds of the rubber stopper hitting the frame of the door indicated that JJ had completely left, leaving the bullpen with the inhabitants of me and Spencer. Although I don’t think he’s acknowledged my occupancy in Pen’s office as he let out a disgruntled sigh, dragging his hands over his perturbed visage.

In the attempt to leave him to his aloofness, I resorted back to my tasks at hand on Pen’s computer, yet an almost incoherent sniffle echoed throughout the office, catching my ears off-guard.

I reverted my attention to Spencer once again, watching him pull at his hair while briskly wiping away the dampness that had formed on his face.

I felt a hefty tug at my heartstrings, feeling as if my chest cavity began to collapse in on it’s self. My esophagus congealed to the sounds of anguish that emitted past Spencer’s lips, feeling destitute as the boy became his own source of self reproach.

My thoughts fought each other for the custody of my actions, contesting the ideas of soothing the boy or leaving him to his own. It was quite a delicate matter to approach considering the topics that had led him to spiral.

Spencer Reid had only cared about one thing in the world: his mother and with the recent allegations with Cat Adams resurfacing, he’s been nothing but a ball of disquietude. His intelligence was the only wall that he’d build around himself that protected his unconscious mind from blemishing the utopian reality he had constructed in his conscious mind. It had been the barrier between his internal chaos and serendipity.

Who knew one woman would be able to decimate the very thing he fabricated since his youth.

After a few revelations, I became determined to release Spencer of the abhorrent thoughts his mind must of been swarmed in. Messing with bureau’s network, I connected to speakers that were planted in the bullpen that were utilized for broadcasts.

I leaned over Penelope’s set up, grabbing the mic she hid behind her monitors and connected it wirelessly to the speaker. This ended up emitting a loud echo of feedback that resonated throughout the office, hence catching Spencer’s attention to the ceiling. He looked bewildered at the sudden blare, but settled down as the sound of my voice flooded the room.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, please report to your nearest tech analyst. Again, Dr. Spencer Reid please report to your tech analyst” I announced, earning a wholesome smile from Spencer as he directed his attention to the office. He waved at me through the open door, chuckling while he stood up to press the wrinkles that had formed on his blazer.

My heart swelled, growing exponentially vast as his demeanor changed to a more merry disposition. I could already feel the apprehensive twinges begin to appear at my wrists and the ever-growing grin plant itself on my lips.

Once he arrived at the door frame, he let out an inaudible welcome as I grabbed an extra office chair for him to sit on.

“Long day?” I inquired, reclaiming my spot in my own chair. He leaned back on the spine of the seat, letting out a reluctant chuckle that held more gravity than he wanted to reveal.

“You have no idea” He replied with a frigid smile. He fidgeted with the tips of his fingers while he gazed at the floor below him.

“I was 14″ I stated, earning an inquisitive reaction from Spencer. “I was 14 when I decided to reject any form of aid, affection, or remorse from anyone who even came close to knowing me” I admitted, watching his face contort into vulnerability as if my words hit a weak spot in his barricade. “I told myself of the cold reality of the world and that no amount of consolation or love would change that”. I pulled my seat closer to Spencer, making our interaction a bit more intimate and fervent. “That wasn’t until I met you-” I confessed, now acquiring his full undivided regard. “-an-and the team. You guys proved me wrong and convinced me otherwise of my radical theories” I continued.

I searched for empathy in his eyes, but was met with a distant and doleful gaze while he sucked in his lips as it began to quiver. He took in a sharp breath, maintaining a adamant composure.

“Spencer, I know it’s been difficult and I’m sorry I can never understand the hardships you must be going through. But, I need you to realize that there are so many people who consider you one of the best parts of their lives” I professed, laying a tender palm on his knee. “That’s including me, you’ve been nothing but the best little genius I’ve had the privilege to be around, even with your constant rambling”. We both laughed at this statement, meeting each other’s gazes as if we were studying each other. “You need to let us in once and while. I don’t like seeing you get down on yourself for things that are normal to feel”

Spencer laid a warm hand on top of my own, squeezing it in acknowledgment before laying his head low once again. “I-i don’t think” He began, pausing in between his phrases to find the right words to articulate. “I don’t think I can ever find true love” He confided, running his fingers through the tangled bits of hair. “After Maeve, Cat, and now my mom, it seems like everything I ever try to love gets ripped out of my hands” He explained.

With an idea in mind, I scooted away from him and to the computer that was still connected to the bureau’s sound system. I logged onto my Spotify account and began to play Dandelions by Ruth B. The mellow melody streamed throughout the entire room, engulfing the both of us in the beginning verse of the song.

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

“How about I get your mind off of it for a little while?” I offered, laying my hand out for him to grab.

“No, no Y/N. I’m not much of a dancer” He dismissed, shaking his head.

“Come on now doctor” I giggled, pulling at his fingers to join me. “You may not have a PhD in dance, but I’m pretty sure you can calculate the terminal velocity of how you drop that ass” I joked, intertwining our hands as he finally conceded to my antics.

“Oh god Y/N, I’ll dance with you if you never say that again” He placed a supple hand on the indents of my waist while he centered his feet to match mine.

After configuring himself, he looked down at me, really emphasizing the height difference between us. “Now was that so bad?” I teased, a toothy grin making it’s appearance on my face. The warmth that was radiating from the both of us made the small gesture more visceral, sending an irrefutable sensation of yearning throughout my entire body.

Hopefully, it elicited the same feeling for him

He took the lead, swaying us side to side while the chorus of the song saturated our eardrums, repositioning his hand to the small of my back. He exhaled a cumbersome sigh, lulling himself into my embrace.

Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

I felt every tap, fidget, or movement Spencer made on the soft skin of my spine to match the rhythm of the melody. My head found asylum in the crevice of his shoulder, letting my hair fall into place as we slow danced. At this moment, I felt reality shift around me at a turtle’s pace, time seemed to have completely marooned, and all I could fixate on was the shallow breaths Spencer would take.

“Thank you...Y/N, it really does mean a lot” Spencer attested, making me raise my head to meet his hazel eyes. Looking into them was like swimming in a pool of milk and honey while the sunshine eradicated all the bad in the world. “I know I’m not one open up about things like this, but you’re right and you reminded me of that, so thank you” He placed a loving kiss on my forehead, lingering momentarily before retracting.

“Spencer?” I spoke up

“Yes?”

“I know that you think that love may not be possible for you, but you’re forgetting that Rossi looks at you as if you were his own son, JJ basically thinks of you as her own brother, and I love you too”. I pushed a stray curl that fell in front of him face, caressing his cheek in the process of placing the hair back to where it belongs. “Just like energy, love can’t be destroyed, just transformed” I quoted, settling my hands behind his neck.

“And you?”

I hummed in inquisitiveness.

“What do you consider me as?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, beckoning him to continue as I was unable to fully comprehend what he was getting at.

“You said Rossi thought of me as a son, JJ as a brother. So what do you consider me as?” He pressed, pulling me closer to his chest.

I could practically feel his breath fanning over my face while a tinted blush blossomed on the apple of my cheeks. “I think that’s another conversation for another dance. Don’t you think?” I suggested in attempt to stray away from his prying.

“So you’re going to pull me into another dance?” He grinned.

“Possibly, if you’re up for it of course”

He shook his head chuckling, gently pushing me out, twirling me as he did before letting me rest on his chest. Silence drowned out the room as the song finally came to an end, yet we still stood in each other’s embrace to prolong the occasion

“Spence, I know that you need time. But just know when you are ready, that I’ll be here for you” I confessed, looking directly in his eyes.

“I’ll be here ready to love you whenever you’re ready to love yourself first”

I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

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chaoticallysapphic · 4 years ago

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slippin’ through my fingers

summary: three times Lin should have spoken up and the one time she finally does.

a/n: this one shot does feature a bit of homophobia along with an abusive relationship, please don’t read if either of those things triggers you. Also there is mildy explicit tones in the earlier parts of this but it sticks to being PG-13

word count: 4k

“Lin slow down!” You scream which only causes her grin to widen. You tighten your arms around her waist and bury your face in her back, she can faintly hear you cursing her out over the wind as she speeds past automobiles on her brand new motorcycle. She’d gotten it for her seventeenth birthday and immediately convinced you to go for a ride with her, it took some begging but finally, you caved after saying she owed you a piece of cake in return.

She revs her cycle and heads out of the city, to a spot on the outskirts overlooking the ocean, she’d found it the other day with Suyin and knew how much you’d appreciate it. When she turns a corner a little sharper than the rest you let out a terrified scream that has her laughing so hard it hurts her cheeks, but almost immediately she chokes on that laughter as you bury your face in her neck this time instead of her back. Suddenly she feels stiff, nervous even, having you this close was a bad idea.

Lin had been feeling weird towards you lately, she’d chalked it up to growing up but the other night she woke up from her dream drenched in sweat as she vaguely remembered sliding her hands up your bare thighs as you begged her to stop being a tease. Technically it was from growing up, just… a different kind.

Thankfully they finally pull up to the spot and she kills the engine before kicking the stand into place, hesitantly you pull your face away from her neck, just a few inches and now she feels your breath tickle the skin behind her ear. Lin was screwed.

“Oh wow, Lin…” You breathe out after finally detaching yourself from her, you stand up and adjust your rumpled clothes before taking off your helmet. Your hair falls out in a glorious heap and Lin has to pull her gaze away from you because the sun is hitting you just right and she won’t last long if this continues.

You grab onto her hand and pull her to the cliff edge where you carefully sit down so your feet can dangle off of it. Lin sits beside you but makes sure there’s a decent distance between the two of you, you furrow your brows at her actions and scoot closer so your thighs are touching. It’s like you want to torture her.

“You like it?” she asks softly, she’s worried you won’t all of the sudden. You are from a very aristocratic family and you’ve probably seen better things, but you erase all her worries when you smile softly and say so quietly the wind almost carries it away “Yeah, I do.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you ask hesitantly, your fiddling with your nails as you stare down at your lap. You’re nervous.

“You can tell me anything, y/n.”

“I don’t like men” you whisper, going completely still as you wait for her reply. Lin laughs, “no one likes men y/n, we just tolerate them.”

“No like romantically I don’t.” Your shoulders sag and you finally chance a glance in her direction, Lin’s quiet now, her laughter has stopped and she doesn’t know what to say, are you somehow aware of her dream? Is this a joke? “I kissed Tenzin recently, not because there’s feelings but I asked him if he would and I think he was just excited to have his first kiss… It felt gross and wrong.”

“Well Tenzin’s one man,” Lin says, “and he’s hardly even a man at that.” You snort, one of your hands going up to cover your mouth, you’re insecure about that, but now that Lin is thinking about it, it’s kind of cute.

“I’ve kissed other guys Lin. Some of the girls at my school mentioned having dreams… “ you flush, “sexual kinds about guys and I’ve never had those. They even listed off a bunch of stuff guys do that they think is hot and I just kept picturing women doing it.”

You knock the wind out of Lin at that, she’s had some thoughts towards guys before now that she thinks about it, desires, but none of them have been as intense as her current desire for you is. It’s tense between the two of you as you wait for her to reply. “Can you please say something?” you beg.

I think your really pretty and I’d like to hold your hand and kiss you goodnight

“Nothings wrong with liking girls, y/n,” Lin says instead, you look a little relieved yet disappointed.

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Breaking news! Mrs. y/l/n of y/l/n industry has fallen ill! Her immediate family has not given any statements but a close source says it’s any minute until she departs this world.

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When you open your bedroom door for Lin she notices how pale you look, she leaves work as soon as possible after hearing the news through the radio stationed in the main office of the station. “Y/n, I am so s-” before she continues you launch yourself into her arms and cry, she pulls you in close and stays silent, letting you get it out of your system.

You lost your dad when you were ten, your mom is the only parent you have left and she knows it’ll be hard when she passes, especially since you’ll have to take over the family company. You pull her into your room and kick the door shut with your foot, still gripping her tightly.

“She’s gonna die Lin” you choke out between sobs and Lin’s heartbreaks. It’s been three years since she realized her feelings for you and every day since she’s wanted to take your face in her hands and kiss you until you both run out of breath. She’s even had to distance herself from you a bit, you guys used to see each other every day but now it’s once a week if you’re lucky.

When Lin became a cop you’d always waltz in around lunch in one of your beautiful dresses that stopped mid-thigh, you had tights on underneath but she knew your mom still gave you hell for your daily attire. You are always holding two cups of tea along with a paper bag being dangled between your fingers that always had something incredibly delicious inside.

The day that Lin realized you couldn’t come by anymore you’d brought donuts along with sandwiches for the two of you to eat. The glaze of the donut had dripped down the side of your hand and onto your wrist, instead of using a napkin you simply licked it up with your tongue. Once you left she stumbled her way to the gym and tried to take out her sexual frustration in another way.

That night she called and said she was told it was unprofessional for you to keep visiting, she could tell through the phone how disappointed you were, but you didn’t want to get her in trouble so you stopped showing up. One of her coworkers made a joke that the first day you didn’t stop by “hey Lin, where’s that lover of yours?” Her face flushed a deep red and she taught him and the others to never talk about you again.

“You won’t be alone, you’ll have me… a-and Tenzin, Bumi likes to come to your birthday parties so you have him too,” she says, a weak chuckle escapes you as you finally pull away from her and wipe at your eyes.

“I’ll never be alone again,” you say cryptically and walk over to the deep green velvet couch stationed underneath a wide window overlooking the city.

“What do you mean?” Lin sits down beside you. You lean your arms against the back of the couch and look out the window, a deep frown has found its home on your lips and more tears escape the corners of your eyes.

“My mom’s dying wish is for me to marry,” you say softly. Lin’s eyes widen and before she can ask any questions, you beat her to it. “She’s already picked him out, her assistant is planning it as we speak.”

“Him?” she all but spits out, unable to control herself. You flinch at the tone of her voice and drop your forehead to rest on the soft velvet.

“She’d never let me marry a woman, Lin.” you murmur, “she wants me to keep the perfect image she’s created of me, I can’t break it, that might just kill her before her sickness does.”

“But you’ll never love him, does she not know this?” Lin demands, her mind is racing with a million images of you in some man’s arms and suddenly she wants to destroy everything in sight.

“I’ve never told her about my… attractions. She thinks it’s wrong and read it can be fixed with some kind of medicine that’s being sold in the black market in Ba Sing Se.” You look up finally and meet Lin’s gaze, suddenly her anger dissipates as she looks into your eyes and sees how truly devastated you are.

She tries to calm herself down and pulls you into her arms where you begin to weep. Your hand clutches the front of her shirt so tightly Lin’s sure you might just rip it. She once dreamed of you two getting married, it was before her fight with her family and she even put on a dress to make you smile, which you did. Before your lips touched after saying ‘I do’ she whispered against your lips “I love you Mrs. Beifong” and you flushed a deep red before pulling her into a breathtakingly passionate kiss that had someone in the crowd, most likely Bumi or Suyin, whistling.

“I’ve never even kissed a girl” you croak out, your head resting on Lin’s shoulder. You’ve cried out all the tears in your system for now and your eyes are puffy. Her hand that was soothingly running through your hair stills at your words. Truthfully, neither has she.

“Would you- do you want to?” Lin asks and instantly she regrets it. You pull away from her shoulder, her hand dropping onto the back of the couch as you stare into her eyes.

“W-With you?” Your eyes are wide and cheeks a deep red, your still close and Lin takes that as a good sign. All she can do is nod and some kind of strange sound comes out of you that makes her stomach clench. “I… “ you rub the back of your neck, “would like that a lot.”

For a minute, maybe two, neither of you move. You’re the first to break as you lean closer to Lin which helps give her the courage to lean into you until your lips are a breath apart. You’re shaking like a leaf so Lin places one of her hands on your shoulder to help ground you before pressing her lips against yours. That same sound from before escapes you, it’s some kind of desperate low moan and Lin brings her other hand to rest on the back of your head to bring you even closer.

Lin tugs at your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you as you happily open your mouth for her and something within her stirs, awakens at the sounds.

You crawl onto Lin’s lap and place a leg on either side of her hips, it’s like her dreams but it’s so much better which is confirmed by the hand that slips up her shirt to grip her bare hip. Lin lets out a guttural sound and pulls away, you let out a breathy sigh as Lin’s lips reattach themselves onto your jaw and make a slow, wet trail down to the base of your neck.

“Lin” you moan and she’s officially decided that she can die happy now, if she must live any longer her name on your lips is all she wants to hear. You lose yourselves in each other and eventually stumble to your canopy bed that’s across the room.

It’s the best thing Lin’s ever done, she makes sure to touch you everywhere she possibly can and kisses you there too. If she were ever to become religious you’d be her goddess and your body the temple that she’d worship every single day.

The sun has set by the time you two have calmed down and Lin holds you in her arms as you lay your head on her bare shoulder. Her thumb traces circles on your stomach as she whispers “we could run away.”

“You know I can’t Lin, she’s all I have.”

You have me

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The media representative for the Y/L/N family says y/n and Chao have just welcomed their first child, a healthy baby girl, only ten months after their wedding! I think we all know what that honeymo- Lin rips her radio out of the socket and throws it against the wall.

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Never once has Lin dreaded standing on these steps until today, a call was made late last night whilst she was asleep about a break-in at the Y/L/N family estate, an attempt was made on your life and due to the high profile of your family Lin along with five officers have to come to your home to make sure its a secure and get statements.

One of her best detectives knocks on the grand mahogany door for her and a male servant opens it up “thank you for coming so quickly” he says and ushers them inside. Another servant, also a male, offers them tea to which they all, besides officer Liu who began to ask for a cup of oolong before Lin gently jabs him in the stomach to shut up, politely decline.

“We’ll split up, Liu and Cho, I want you to secure the perimeter, apparently the perpetrators entered through the west wing. The rest of you along with myse-”

“Chief Beifong, Lady Y/L/N asked if she could talk to you privately about last night” one of the servants interrupts her in some uppity tone that makes her roll her eyes. What could you want?

“Fine, the rest of you interview everyone who was working here yesterday whilst I get a statement from Mrs. Y/L/N” Lin has to try her hardest not to spit out the word ‘Mrs’ but ultimately fails seeing as her officers look terrified now and all scurry off to do their respective tasks.

Someone leads her up the stairs and down the left hall, to what Lin remembers being your mother’s sitting room. The servant opens the door for Lin and says to whom she can only assume is you, “Chief Beifong.” He leaves and Lin reluctantly takes a step inside.

She’s seen photographs of you in the papers, your family has always been one the media adores but it’s still shocking to be face to face with you. After your wedding, Lin stopped returning your calls or letters, after a month you gave up much to Lin’s chagrin. Part of her wanted you to go to the ends of the earth for her like she would for you.

Your features have matured a bit over the past three years and you’re dressed in a floor-length hanbok instead of your showy dresses. There’s a massive bruise around your throat that makes her anger dissipate as worry sets in. She clears her throat which snaps you out of your reverie and says “So, what can you tell me about last night?”

Your brows pinch together and you frown, you look hurt at her tone of indifference. She tries to not let it bother her. You turn your back on her and go to sit at one of the elaborately designed couches. It’s heinous and so not you. “You can sit, y’know.”

“I’m fine right here, now I need to know anything you can remember about last night to help me keep you… your family safe.” Your shoulders sag and you sigh.

“I don’t know much, I think they wanted to kill me… one of the men kind of looked familiar though” your hand comes up to your throat and hovers over the nasty bruise. Lin decides she should probably sit down, if you’re going to continue and if it gets any worse then that she might just fall to her knees.

“Where do you remember seeing the man?” she asks, your eyes flicker around the room. “He used to work for mom.”

“But he isn’t currently employed by your family?” She pulls out her small notebook meant for things like this and starts to write down about a possible suspect.

“No, he quit after the wedding, I don’t remember his name but his eyes were so… blue.” That unfortunately isn’t much help, Lin sighs, trying not to flinch when you mention that day. You stand up from your couch and sit on the one Lin settled on, she tenses up but you make sure to sit on the opposite end. “I want to divorce him, Lin.”

“That’s irreleva-”

“I’ve never loved him, please. H-He knows about… me. He found out a month after the wedding and fired all our female employees, he doesn’t like me alone with women. Lin, I want to leave him” you plead softly, as if someone may hear.

“Then leave him, I don’t understand why you feel the need to tell me” she grumbles. You lean a bit closer to her but make sure not to get too close.

“He has my family assets, I-I don’t think I can do it alone. Lin Please” you beg and at that she looks up and into your eyes. Your eyes are brimming with tears and you grip the fabric of your hanbok tightly.

“What about Annchi?” Tenzin had told Lin about your daughter one time, he mentioned how he met her a few months after her birth but you stopped talking to him shortly after.

“I’d take her with me, please, tomorrow at dusk meet me at that spot you took me to on your birthday, our spot, please.” Before Lin can respond the door to the sitting room slams open and in steps your husband, following him is the same servant who guided Lin here. “Sir I am so sorry. I’m new and I-I di-”

Chao sighs and looks over his shoulder “It’s fine, but next time lady Y/L/N needs a guard with her, it’s far too dangerous right now, especially in her condition.” You quickly wipe away your tears and stand, he opens his arms for you and you reluctantly step inside of them. “Chief Beifong, you’re a childhood friend of my wives, yes?”

He offers her a wide grin that unsettles her, “yes, we went to grade school together.” Lin stands as well and puts her notepad away along with her pen.

“Well I’m shocked to have not met you before today, Y/N why wasn’t she at the wedding?” he pecks you on your cheek and you look up at him with a small, almost defeated smile.

“I believe she was busy, honey. She does have a time-consuming job” you reply smoothly, you set a hand on his chest and Lin feels like she’s been subjected to one of her worst nightmares. “Well that is to bad, y’know we do have another monumental par-”

“I don’t think she’d want to come to that Cha-” you hastily reply but Chao chuckles and interrupts you.

“Why not? Do you not want your friend at the baby shower? It’ll make up for lost time.” You look down at your feet as he brings you even closer. Lin feels like she’s been submerged into the North Pole’s canals and her heart has most definitely stopped beating. Are you pregnant again?

“I need to get back to the station, I want to try and find the awful men who broke in yesterday as fast as possible,” she says and hastily leaves the sitting room, she bounds down the stairs as fast as she can without tripping and slams the front door open so she can get out of there, out of eyesight and away from him, from you. She doesn’t wait for her officers to finish up, instead, she mounts her motorcycle and speeds off.

The next day she reluctantly takes herself to your spot, she brought a car instead of a motorcycle since you said you’d be bringing Annchi. She doesn’t know if she can look at your daughter without breaking down, but she’ll try her hardest for you.

It’s ten o’clock when Lin gives up on waiting, she slams her car door shut and drives home, she’s pretty sure she broke at least three traffic laws but she’s too consumed in her thoughts to care.

It’s three days later that she sees you again, you stop by the station with two bodyguards in tow, you’re wearing another elegant hanbok and an officer brings you into Lin’s office, claiming if anyone just knocks they’ll get yelled at for it. The guards come into her office with you and it’s a bit cramped with the four of you.

“My husband found the men, he wanted me to come to tell you we’re safe now and to thank you for stopping by,” you say softly, Lin’s brows pinch together, you won’t look her in the eyes. “I also wanted to let you know that I was a bit hysterical the other day due to fear and my hormones, but thank you for lending an ear.”

What? Lin looks between the two guards and then at you, you very subtly shake your head.

“Mrs. Y/L/N the men should be brought into the station, they are criminals and need to be apprehended” Lin stands from her chair.

Give me a sign, anything, show me you meant to be there at dusk. Give me something, please.

You nod and make to leave but one of the guards lays his hand on your shoulder “Lady Y/L/N, aren’t you forgetting something?” he asks, Lin looks him over and her heart stops as she looks into his eyes ‘his eyes were so blue’ you’d said. You pull out a small, golden envelope and hand it to her before disappearing with your guards stalking behind you.

I still love you.

Lin rips open the envelope and inside is an invitation to your baby shower which is set a few months from now.

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I am here to report sad news today, Republic City, Chao Y/L/N was found dead this morning. He peacefully passed away in his sleep and is survived by his wife, Y/N Y/L/N, and his two children, Annchi, who is sixteen, and his son Han who is thirteen. Please send them your condolences as they go through this hard time.

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Lin is sent a letter two days after the announcement regarding your husband, it’s from you, she’d never forgotten your handwriting, asking her to meet you at your spot, at dusk once more. She wants to burn the letter and not show up, but she’s weak when it comes to you and caves at the last second, she drives there, her heart racing at the idea of seeing you once more.

When Lin pulls up an hour has passed since dusk but you’re still sitting there, waiting for her. You’re wearing a pair of pants with a shirt tucked in and an overcoat to help with the fall breeze and you seem a bit lighter than last time she saw you.

Shortly after she got the invitation for your baby shower the servant from the day she stopped by, the one who showed her to the sitting room, had knocked on her apartment door with a letter gripped in his shaking hand. Lin took it from him and slammed the door on his face before opening it up.

“I can’t go through with it anymore, I just got confused when I saw your face again. I’m happy here.”

She had spent that night curled up on top of her covers crying as she remembered every little thing about you and your time together. She’ll die alone, she thought, because no one could ever beat you.

“Hi,” your voice is like honey and she has to squeeze her eyes shut to keep from giving in to it and getting trapped once more, “I wanted to… I wanted to explain somethings.”

“Then explain” she replies plainly and you wring your hands out in front of you as you try to find the right words.

“I was gonna show up, Lin… but he figured it out and threatened to keep Annchi from me, he showed me these papers, they were lies but it was all incriminating and would have been used against me in court…” You let out a shaky, uneven breath as you try to remain calm and not cry. “I’ve spent the last eleven years envisioning if I had successfully run away with you and Annchi and each time I have to stop myself before it gets too painful.”

“And the letter?” she replies harshly, your brows furrow in confusion. “What letter?”

Lin scoffs, is she so unimportant that you just forgot? “The letter y/n, stating that you were just confused, are you lying to me now or were you lying to me then?”

“You think I’d write something like that? Lin, he never let me write letters to people, whatever you received was not from me!” You shout out, you look so hurt and her head is swirling in confusion, it was fake?

Suddenly it all makes sense, you seemed so desperate to leave, and then you called it all off with a flick of your wrist. You knew Lin was a bit insecure and she was so hurt when you stood her up, but all along you didn’t want to. You were getting ready to meet her that night. You take a hesitant step towards Lin, then another and another until you’re in front her, only two paces away.

“That night, when we were younger, it was the best night of my life, Lin. After you left in the morning I couldn’t stop crying, everyone tried to comfort me because they thought it was about my mom and I felt even worse because… because the pain of knowing I destroyed our chance hurt more.”

“Do you still… care about me?” Lin asks, part of her wants to take the question back but she keeps her ground and waits for an answer. Your head flies up in surprise as you stare into her eyes.

“Lin… I’ve never stopped loving you, the maids on my wedding day kept having to dry my tears in the dressing room because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how badly I messed up.” Her eyes widen at your confession, love? Do you love her? Even now you love her despite all those years apart and you still love her. Everything regarding you seemed so unachievable her whole life but now it’s within reach and Lin feels her throat constricting, she doesn’t know what to do or say.

It’s different then her dreams, there aren’t any consequences in her dreams or chances of you changing your mind. She’s worried if she pulls you in for a kiss like she wants to right now you might just take back your words and break her heart again.

You take her silence as an answer and take a step back, you rip your gaze from hers as you feel your heart crack. Spirits you’re so embarrassed, you had assumed she knew about your feelings and had always hoped she reciprocated them, all the signs pointed to yes but maybe you read into them too much.

“I’m sorry” you mutter before going to leave, you walk towards your car with your head down and as you go to open the car door Lin puts her hand on it to stop you, you’re trapped now between the car and her, and you don’t know what to do.

You don’t lift your head up so Lin gently grasps your chin and tilts it up so she can look into your eyes once more. “I love you too,” she leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss that makes you feel twenty again. You feel light headed as she leans you gently against the car, as if you’ll break if she’s to rough.

You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her closer to you, so long has she been out of your grasp, you don’t know if you’ll ever let her go again but you don’t think she’ll mind.

#lin beifong #lin beifong x reader #lin/reader #lin beifong/reader #lok #legend of korra #lok fanfic #lin beifong fanfic #suyin #bumi #tenzin

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babyboiboyega · 4 years ago

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Free Write #1

Free Write

Mar 24th, 2021 1:45 AM

Ahsoka x reader

Babyboiboyega’s Star Wars Masterlist

Babyboiboyega’s Masterlist of Masterlists

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Your laugh rang through the hallways as you walked alongside Hera, her laugh accompanying yours. After a number of years of knowing and working alongside Hera, the two of you were only just now starting to become friends. It’s not like the two of you weren’t friends, it’s just that in the middle of a war, “friends” was not something easy to come by. The few friends you did have had been your friends before the fall of the Order.

But now, as you walked alongside Hera, actually getting to know her, you could already sense a new friendship forming.

“So, Kanan is hanging on for dear life and - Hey, Ahsoka!”

Your eyes snapped up from where they had been watching your steps only to come face to face with a pair of violet eyes. If it hadn’t been for the mention of her name that stopped you, it would’ve been the underlying look of… trepidation on her face.

“Hey there, Hera, Y/N. Hera, Captain Soto has asked for you to meet him on the bridge. He wants to talk to you about the new ships and the developmental stages.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Hera nod quickly, and you heard her as she made her leave, but your gaze never left Ahsoka’s face. Her gaze, on the other hand, hadn’t even landed on you...even after Hera had left, until finally, it did. Her glance lasted less than a second, and then she was walking past you. You turned and fell into step beside her without hesitation.

“Where are you coming from?” Instead of the usual, where Ahsoka would eagerly go into the details of her day and where she had been, she remained silent for a few seconds. It made your head whip around to face her, eyebrows immediately furrowing in worry.

No doubt feeling your gaze on the side of her face, she finally glanced your way. It didn’t last long, but just long enough for you to see how her forehead was scrunched up. You had known Ahsoka well enough and long enough to know when something was bothering her, and it was clear that that was the case.

“I’m coming from a briefing.” Her words were short and they didn’t hold the usual enthusiasm and color as they usually did...especially when she spoke to you. You had wanted to reach down and take her hand, but her short words prompted you to change your mind.

“Are you okay? You seem… not yourself.” You restrained yourself from cringing at the clunkiness of your own words and focused your gaze on the side of her face. She stubbornly kept her head facing forward, but you could see the minuscule glances she gave from the corner of her eye.

“I’m fine. I’ve just...been busy, that’s all.” That was the only response she offered.

It was silent between you two as you followed her down the hall. You had opted to stay silent, your gaze facing forward; despite this, you still made sure she was visible in your peripheral as you matched her steps.

When it became clear that she was heading for the mess hall, you only became a little more confused. As you two walked more in the direction of the mess hall, you could only run through the previous events of the day; at least the events that had led up to you seeing Ahsoka.

You weren’t sure what face you were making as you thought about anything that could have potentially rubbed Ahsoka the wrong way; hell, you weren’t even aware that you were making a face in the first place. It was only after you saw Ahsoka glance your way, her gaze lingering just a bit longer, did you shake yourself out of your thoughts.

“What is it?” Her voice didn’t hold its usual cheeriness as when she talked to you, but her question was still sincere. You quickly cleared your throat and responded.

“Uh, nothing. Just trying to figure out if I did something wrong. Did I do something wrong?”

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, but you had no desire to disregard them once they were out. If you had done something wrong, you wanted nothing more than to find out what it was and fix it.

“‘Wrong’? No...not exactly.”

Ahsoka’s vague answer only made your eyebrows furrow even more. Offering vague and cryptic answers was a very Ahsoka, and Jedi, thing to do, but Ahsoka had never offered them to you before. She had always told you exactly what she was thinking, and vice versa with your thoughts; it had always cleared up any miscommunication, and it had done so from since before you two were friends. It continued through your friendship and into the subtle but meaningful and genuine relationship between you two now.

“Ahsoka, you’re doing that cryptic message thing. If I did something wrong, please just tell me so I can-”

“I didn’t know you and Hera were close.”

She had stopped abruptly as she spoke, luckily in the middle of a relatively empty hallway. Now facing each other in the middle of the hall, you could see the subtle ticks that indicated Ahsoka’s reluctance to approach a topic, something that rarely happened.

“We aren’t. We only started talking to one another on our last mission.”

It was true. You had been on countless missions with Hera and her crew, but there had never been time to actually sit down and befriend the pilot, until your most recent mission. It was a recon mission where most of your time was spent sitting in a hidden building, eyes peeled and roaming over the village for anything that pertained to the mission. When nothing was happening, you and she exchanged stories about friends and fellow rebel fighters. It was that simple.

“Oh. Well...you two seemed pretty close today. Sorry I had to interrupt.”

Instead of responding, you simply kept your gaze connected with hers, your eyes narrowing slightly. You couldn’t help the small smile from appearing on your face as your mind finally caught up to exactly what was happening.

“If I didn’t know any better...I’d say that you’re jealous.”

At your words, Ahsoka’s eyes widened almost comically. She shook her head quickly before turning back to face the empty hallway and continuing her trek. You hurried to catch up with her, the smile still curling the corners of your mouth.

“I’m not...jealous.” The word left her mouth in a way that directly contradicted her statement. It was your turn to shake your head. Reaching out, your hand gently landed on her arm before you pulled her to a stop. She almost hesitantly turned back around to face you, and despite the smile still being on your face, your words were sincere as you spoke.

“Okay, look,” you took a step forward as your hand slid down to grasp her hand, “jealous or not, I promise there’s nothing you need to worry about. I wouldn��t even dream of being with someone that isn’t you. Hera is a good person, but you’re a good person and the person for me, as I’m the person for you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As she listened to your words, the worried crease in her forehead gradually disappeared until the only look on her face was one of adoration. You didn’t doubt that your face mirrored her’s.

“I know. And I feel the exact same way...maybe even a little more.” The smile that slowly curved her lips only made yours widen. Your head shook once again as you both turned, fingers still interlocked, and started once again down the hallway.

“Mmm, I beg to differ.”

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It is currently 1:47 AM, I’ve taken my melatonin, aaaaaaand here’s a free write/drabble!

I really hope that y’all are staying safe out there. <3

#Ahsoka #Ahsoka Tano #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano imagines #ahsoka tano drabbles #ahsoka tano x you #ahsoka tano oneshot #star wars #star wars masterlist #star wars imagines #star wars drabbles #Star Wars oneshots #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #the clone wars imagines #star wars rebels #star wars rebels imagines #star wars rebels oneshots

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talkereritome · 4 years ago

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Can you give me your favorite bottom!Levi fics or oneshots 😬

Not many of these fics are recent because I don’t read much these days, I’m so focused on writing that I rarely take the time to read, but here’s my admittedly short list:

Our Cryptic Love by Dressed_In_Darkness: it’s first multichaptered fic that I’ve ever read, and it’ll always have a special place in my heart.

Serendipity by a now orphan account

Homecoming by bfketh: post canon one shot published in 2015 so the post canon is a bit different than what it would be now :’)

Under Your Spell by Dreamy_Heichou: amazing smut + sappy feels AND for my birthday?? Hell yeah!

Getaway by Dreamy_Heichou: winter holiday + fireplace smut AND for my birthday again??! The dream!

After Working Hours by Bean_writes: office smut for my birthday?? How lucky!

Simpler by Bean_writes: bed sharing + British Levi + sexual tension AND once more for my birthday?? I’m even luckier!

A special mention also goes to Cinnamon and Cloves by pevches, an abo fic that I’ve been following these past few days and that I’ve really enjoyed it.

I’m sure there are many other amazing bottom Levi fics out there that I either haven’t read or have just forgotten, but these are the ones I like the most :)

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clonecest-bin-account · 4 years ago

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Just a crush

Ship: Rex/Wolffe

Rating: G

AO3 link

As if Kamino isn't already hard enough to live through, Rex gets a crush. Great.

Second gift for @firewoodwander!

When Rex finally finds enough courage to reveal it to Cody - because keeping stuff from him is infuriatingly impossible - what he gets is to get laughed in his face.

“You’re such an asshole!” he exclaims, elbowing him on his side but to no avail. Cody’s about to double over for how much he’s laughing.

“Rex, my sweet little vod’ika, I’m so sorry for you,” Cody manages to say, barely holding back his laughter. He even dries one tear from his eye for dramatic effect, but after clearing his throat he becomes serious again. “You’re not joking, right?”

“Of course not! I’d never joke about something like that,” Rex immediately replies. Cody sighs, ruffling his short hair - it used to be longer but Rex has started cutting it very short only recently so Cody hasn’t lost this habit yet.

“Is this because he helped you find your name?” Well, that sure is a question.

The fact that Wolffe helped Rex pick up a name sure has helped, but it’s not all. It’s actually hard to be able to tell exactly how and when it began; he supposes it was something that happened gradually.

Wolffe is tough and fierce, and that’s something Rex has always admired, because he could never act the way he does, not with his hair mutation: the Kaminoans are already constantly coming up with excuses to get rid of him, there’s no need to give them more. He has to be the perfect soldier, not like Wolffe who can growl and snarl at the trainers with little to no repercussion.

That’s not to say that Wolffe’s life is an easy one - none of them could ever even dream to aspire to something like that - but instead of keeping his head low, he takes this life by the tail, he kicks and screams, he doesn’t go down without a fight.

In the end, Rex realizes, it’s a mix of wanting to be him and wanting to be with him.

Remembering that he’s still involved in a conversation, he shrugs.

“Dunno… Maybe.”

He slides against a wall, letting himself fall on the cold floor. Not the most comfortable spot, but he doesn’t feel like moving right now. Cody follows him down immediately.

“You plan on telling him?”

“Of course not! That would be a death sentence!” Rex exclaims. He isn’t actually sure about that, but he’s also not sure of the contrary either.

Still, he doesn’t want to risk ruining everything he’s build until now just because of a stupid crush, because at the end of the day, it’s just that, a crush. Wolffe, Cody and the rest of their batch have taken him under their wing, integrating him in the group; he doesn’t want to become a pariah even for them.

“That’s dumb,” Cody says, and Rex doesn’t have it in himself to disagree. Still, there’s something about Cody’s smile that doesn’t convince him at all.

“What?” Rex asks then, because if Cody’s going to pull some shit, he’ll kill him. Cody shakes his head.

“You’ll see,” is the cryptic answer. “Hopefully…”

The days pass and Rex still has no idea about what Cody meant with that. If it was supposed to be a warning, he should’ve been more specific.

Oh well, he was probably messing with him anyway.

Today he’s supposed to watch Wolffe’s batch train-- well, he’s not the only one of course: the cadets are occasionally granted a chance to see the older ones train and then give their own assessments on it; it’s a way for them to develop critical thinking skills.

While all the other cadets are taking notes, however, Rex just stares at Wolffe wiping the floor with the training droids. He hasn’t missed his target once.

When his blaster malfunctions, instead of hiding or retreating, Wolffe presses forward, showcasing a great sense of determination. He plummets the droids with his bare fists, sending a wave of heat through Rex’s entire body as he thinks that now more than ever he would love to have a spar with him.

He shakes his head, lowering his gaze to the datapad in his hands. Right, he should write some notes down.

It takes him just a moment to gain back his concentration; as much as he’d love to keep ogling at Wolffe, he also has a job to do, and he can’t afford his performance to be scarce.

He writes about adaptability, movement, observation of the enemy, fury. He knows he should also find something to critique - the longnecks looove when they do that - but what is there to critique? Wolffe is flawless.

Anyway, he’s doing pretty good by the time the siren signifying the end of the session begins to echo. Wolffe immediately takes off his helmet, a cocky smile on his face that makes all the heat in Rex’s body go to his face; he hopes nobody notices.

Then something happens: the bastard begins to look around and, seeing Rex between the other cadets, he winks at him. He winks.

At this point Rex is pretty sure his entire soul has left his body, though he keeps his face carefully blank as the cadets around his area begin to wonder about whom exactly that wink was pointed towards.

Right, Rex isn’t alone. Even though he’s pretty sure Wolffe was looking at him, they’re far away from each other, so he might’ve just projected his own desires on him.

Still, it seems that he was really looking at him, so… Agh, he doesn’t know!

Asking Wolffe might be the solution, but how weird would that be? Pretty weird, in Rex’s opinion. Imagine going to someone and asking “Hey, you remember before, when you winked? Was that directed at me?”

Yeah… he’s not going to do that.

Still, what if he did actually wink at him. What should he do?

Again, mentioning it might make things weird, so maybe he should just pretend that nothing happened. Yes, this sounds like a great choice; he’s going to do just that.

No matter how much he’s tempted to ask during the next days, he keeps his mouth shut.

It’s for the best.

The unfortunate thing about Rex being younger that Wolffe, is that he still has some few months to spend on Kamino before being deployed. He’s not going to lie: he’ll miss his older friends.

In all this, he still hasn’t had the guts to confess to Wolffe, and neither he understood what Cody meant with that “you’ll see”, or what that wink was for, admitting that it was actually pointed at him. So many mysteries and he hasn’t found the solution to even one of them.

Well, not that he’s thinking about that now, no. Now he’s moping around because it’s their day of deployment, meaning that for a while Rex will have to make do without them. He doesn’t like it.

It’s his fault, he realizes, for having gotten attached to them and, more importantly, to the protection they granted him. He should’ve relied only on himself but instead he became too dependent from their support.

Things are definitely going to get harder for him, but he’s not afraid of decommissioning anymore, not when he’s the best of his entire batch. The longnecks would be dumb to get rid of such a promising asset.

Tap tap.

“Hey, Rex? You there?”

Rex shakes his head. R-Right: he’s supposed to wait for them to get their armor on so that he can give them his last goodbyes before - hopefully - meeting all back on the battlefield, but instead he’s closed himself inside his head.

Of course, the one who had to shake him back to reality is Wolffe.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Couldn’t tell,” Wolffe jokes, though Rex can see that he’s tense. He raises an eyebrow at him, questioningly.

Instead of answering, Wolffe looks around. Everyone else is ready, just like him.

“Um…” he begins then, talking to his batchmates, “You go on. I’ll catch up in a moment.”

Nobody comments on the reason why he said such a thing. Ponds chuckles while Fox rolls his eyes.

“Finally!” Bly says, and the three of them begin to walk away, followed by Cody who pats Wolffe on the back and ruffles Rex’s hair - he still hasn’t stopped doing that.

“See you soon, vod’ika.”

“See you soon…”

Thus, Wolffe and Rex end up completely alone.

“Wolffe,” Rex begins to ask, “What exactly do you--”

“You are the most oblivious motherkriffer I’ve ever seen.”

Rex wants to know why he would tell him something like that, but when Wolffe surges forward kissing him on the lips, he thinks he gets it: in the end, his crush wasn’t as one-sided as he thought.

The winking episode comes to mind immediately. Kriffing hells, he really is dumb then: instead of accepting the reality as it was, he made up excuse to think that Wolffe didn’t actually wink at him.

Was this what Cody meant all along? The asshole should’ve just told him already!

When they pull away, Rex can only think about the fact that he’s just kissed Wolffe, no, that he has been kissed by Wolffe.

“Seriously,” Wolffe begins then, continuing what he was saying before, “How could you not--”

This time it’s Rex’s turn to interrupt him with a kiss. It feels too good to be true but he’ll be damned if he lets this opportunity pass, not when he’s wasted so much time convincing himself that Wolffe didn’t see him that way.

Well, what matters is that it’s happening now.

This time, when they pull away, they do it only because they’re both out of breath.

“Sorry…” Rex can’t help but to mutter then, but Wolffe shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s my fault, I should’ve just asked you out instead of going around it,” he replies, then he smiles. “At least we got there, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Rex replies, returning the smile. “So… See you on the battlefield?”

“Yes,” Wolffe replies, before his expressions turns serious again. “I’ll wait for you.”

They kiss one last time before Wolffe walks away to join the others, with Rex following him with his gaze until he disappears from his view.

On one hand, he feels empty, but on the other… It’s weirdly exciting: it won’t be long before Rex will be deployed as well, meaning that they’ll really see each other in battle soon.

Will Wolffe have changed by the time they meet again? Will Rex have changed? He doesn’t know the answer to these questions, but of one thing he’s certain: he can’t wait.

#cloneshipping #wolfferex #captain rex #commander wolffe #commander cody #clone haven gift exchange #my fics #firewoodwander

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hell hath no fury

↳ they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned God was not an exception

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: angst, some fluff maybe, re-imagined bible story

❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern, married

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.8 k

warnings/disclosures: this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way!, a whole lot of other gods/goddesses that i don't know enough about but decided to use for this fic, LUCIFER JUNGKOOK, GOD MC, APHRODITE SEOKJIN, BES YOONGI, MICHAEL TAEHYUNG, talks of war, Jungkook and MC have a daughter, they talk in circles lmao, mc doesn't let things go….nothing too bad though so i hope you enjoy it…..

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It’s bright, so uncomfortably bright. Jungkook likes to think that maybe the white monotone and the open concept of the living room isn't because you held onto that disgusting idea of purity. To be honest he’s absolutely positive you’ve never known purity in your life, but he’s not one to judge. He’s not quite sure why he’s here but he supposed it's a good sign when his wife finally decides she wants to see him, especially of her own volition. There’s something about the solitude of your house that makes his skin tingle almost as if one of his brothers were near. Though one can never be certain when it comes to you, especially considering those horny bastards had been after you way before you two had even gotten married.

His leg has begun to bounce, a nervous tick he picked up from one of his human friends, but to say he’s nervous is a long shot. In truth he’s excited, the last time he’d seen you was during the wildfires of 2017 and that already seemed so long ago. Sure he’d caused it but what other choice did he really have? It’s not everyday one so easily gets to see their wife, especially one who has gone out of her way to make it known that although they were indeed still married they were in fact separated. He sighs heavily, manspreading while leaning his head against the back of the couch, he can’t wait, he thinks allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

Jin stares at you, eyes half lidded the way they always are when he can smell the love in the air. Though it's not just in the air, the scent of love has heavily wrapped itself to your being like a second skin and he finds that not for the first time he wants to know who exactly had such an effect on you. His cheek rests in his open palm, his stare taking in every bit of you in search of a possible answer, but alas he can’t seem to find a crack in your hand crafted mask. The garden you sit in is like that of a fairytale, Jin would know he’s read his fair share, but he digresses, he’s not quite sure why he’s here though. Sure he loved having tea with you but recently something had changed and when the goddess of love and beauty says he wished he could have tea with you in a beautiful garden he hadn’t expected you to make one in mere seconds. Surely something had to be wrong for you to build an entire garden just to appease his whims.

“____, honey, is there something you wanted to talk about?” he asks, eyes still trained on your face, still searching.

“I’m not sure what you mean Aphrodite, can’t I simply want to have tea with you?”

“You would never take me for a fool, just as I would never dream to take you for one. So I’ll ask once more and you know I don't usually ask love. Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he waits, his nose twitching as the beautiful sweet fragrance of love so unique to you is tainted by the bitter scent of smoke and iron. He wants to gag but he won’t because it seems your little mask has begun to crumble unknowingly.

“I’ve summoned my husband.” you whisper cupping the teacup in both hands. He doesn’t mean to gasp, it just slips out the seams of his lips. He knows of all the things your husband has done and he knows that they hurt you deeply, even now.

“What can I do to help?” he asks instead of ‘Do you want my husband to beat him up?’

“How do you, I mean how can I, well I'm not too sure honestly.” you chuckle bringing your teacup to your lips and the look in your eyes is far away, one Jin has never had the pleasure of knowing especially in one as young as yourself.

“Honey, you can't force someone to love you, love is something that just is or isn't.” He knows it's cryptic and yeah all the old gods spoke in riddles like this but he knows you, and he knows you’ll understand.

“I hate riddles, you old gods should keep up with the times.” you say, and suddenly he’s reminded of Bes who despite being slightly younger than him is much more in tune with the ways of humans and the current ruling god. His brows twitch, the smooth expanse of his unwrinkled face twisting as he feels the words slide onto his tongue, “You should talk to Yoongi then, he seems like a better candidate than this old goddess.” Your laughter fills the air, a sound so joyous that the garden around him seems to grow bigger and brighter. Oh, he thinks as he watches the garden evolve past anything he can imagine. Mortals were so dumb to think that a man could do anything much less create all that they have, even now as you sit before him he’s completely in awe of your true powers. There’s that scent again, the smell of love but much more different, yours is sweet and warm this one is cool and soothing almost like the scent of rain. It washes over him and mingles with yours twisting up in a way that compliments one other.

He’s turning his gaze away from you in search of the scent and finds himself staring straight at Lucifer. It’s not a surprise really, he knew that Lucifer was handsome, dare he say rivailed the looks of many of his friends and yet he was a different kind of handsome. Though right now he finds himself equal parts intrigued and disgusted because there was no way this was your husband.

Jungkook is roused from his nap by the sound of laughter, more accurately your laughter. It's such a sweet sound, he can't help but feel slightly upset that you sound so happy giggling up a storm with someone that isn't him. He knows the difference between your laugh, can easily tell, before you’d decided to separate he’d spent the better part of 7 millenia with you. He can see the way the shrubbery just outside a window is blooming, the once small buds blossoming into the full grown flowers as your laughter continues. He’s off the couch and following the sound like a bloodhound to a scent, he doesn't remember the cobblestone path nor the fountains of water nymphs that shy away from him as he passes. He doesn’t remember what used to be his home being so vast, the land is green, small rose bushes growing taller and taller into a hedge maze. He’s walking through it blindly, it’s bizarre really, because he’s sure he’d never gone through it before, almost as if it had grown in an instant.

He can see the trees that line the outsides of the hedge maze, can smell the sweet scent of honey suckles hidden from his view. All of these things are new to him but you aren’t one of them. Your laughter has died down to mere gasps and he’s rounding a corner when he finally finds you, though to his surprise it’s not just you. His gaze is quick to fall on Aphrodite, as his aura fluctuates from a soft pink to a dark raspberry his dislike for Jungkook is clear. The sun prickles at the back of his neck as you turn your gaze to meet his, a strange comforting warmth spreads through him. One he is accustomed to, something else he’s missed since you’d forced him from his place by your side. He watches your eyes grow wide as if you’ve just now remembered that you’d summoned him. A slow itch finds its way to his palms, he has to clench his fists to get rid of the sensation, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. He hides the slight wince well face falling into one of indifference as you continue to gaze at him.

“I’ll take my leave now, but I expect to hear from you soon.” Aphrodite says to you smiling in a way that annoys Jungkook. You seem to hesitate to tear your gaze from Jungkook’s, there’s that sparkle he missed, the one that shines brighter than all the galaxies in creation. He knows it sounds like an exaggeration but it’s not, your eyes really do hold stardust and shine just as bright. The breeze carries your scent to him and he takes a deep breath relishing in the indescribable smell, he sighs, fingers twitching at the thought that he’s finally this close to you.

“Wife.” he says.

“Jungkook.” you parrot his tone, but he can see the way your lips twitch in a failed attempt to hide a smile. He can feel his own pull upwards, his cheeks heating the longer you smile at him.

“May I take a seat?” he asks motioning to the chair opposite you. You nod your head gaze trained on his form as he easily closes the distance. The sun shines beautifully off his hair bathing him in a golden glow that makes him just that much more handsome, and it further reminds you just how breathtaking he is.

“How have you been Jungkook?” You ask as he takes a seat, the sun once warm now feels slightly uncomfortable against your skin, the dress you wear doing nothing to protect you from its suddenly harsh rays.

“Could be better, I do rule over hell after all. How about you, how is heaven going for you?” He says, moving to rest his cheek in an open palm.

“It’s going well, the death rate has gone down significantly. Nothing I can really complain about. I would like it if you stopped threatening to stir up trouble though.”

“I do no such thing, if my brothers have lied to you that’s on them. I would also love to not see you flirting with them at family functions.”

“I don’t flirt with them.” You say appalled at the thought.

“You do, you just don’t know you’re doing it.” He laughs taking your hand that rests on the table. His skin is warm against yours, your fingers twitch in his hold as he moves to intertwine them. His eyes are lidded, a soft smile playing at his lips the longer the silence grows. A breeze blows past carrying with it the faintest scent of salt and heat, one that comes to mind when you think of one person. You pull your hand away from his just barely catching the way his face falls at the loss of contact. It makes your heart ache, the loss of contact with him when he’s just returned to your side. But you have to be strong, it was you after all that had chosen to separate.

“Mama!” Your daughter squeals bounding over to you before she throws herself into your hold. Her skin is warm, the scent of salt just that much stronger now that she’s sitting in your lap. Her gaze falls to Jungkook quickly as she squeals again quickly squirming off your lap and towards him.

“Papa, I missed you! Did you miss me?” She asks as he moves to hold her close.

“Papa always misses you, my precious girl.”

“Mama said she had a surprise for me, are you staying over?” She asks excitedly before she begins to play with his fingers comparing her little hand to his.

“I don’t know, what do you think mama?” He asks around a grin that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat.

“I think your papa is busy honey. Why don’t you go play with your toys while we finish talking and then we can do something else.” You ask eyes hopeful that she’ll agree easily.

“Okay.” She sighs sliding off his lap but not before she kisses his cheek and bounds off towards the house. Both of you watch her go, gaze reflecting the adoration you hold for her.

“She’s gotten so big, how do you handle her?”

“With a lot of work, look I called you here because for some reason Yoongi has convinced me to try and work things out with you.”

“I’ve always liked Yoongi, he’s a very reasonable god.”

“We have our daughter to think about so I figured we should at least try for her.”

“And what about us?”

“What of it?”

“Are we not going to try and fix our relationship?”

“Jungkook, I know you don’t love me. You’ve proven it many times over and I don't want to force any of my feelings on you.”

“Why do you think that?” He asks, the annoyance is clear as he sticks his tongue into his cheek crossing his arms at his chest.

“You cheated on me, more than once.” You grit out.

“For the last time, it was a misunderstanding. You never let me explain, but of course you wouldn’t because you’re god and you’re always right.”

“I didn’t need to hear a lie about how that minor goddess came to be in our bed.”

“It wouldn’t have been a lie, because I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Just like you did nothing wrong with Lilith?”

“Exactly, Lilith is a liar she wanted to get away from Adam. I had nothing to do with that!”

“Surely you think me a fool.”

“I don’t but I do think you’re being foolish. I have never and will never be unfaithful to you. I love you, even after you cast me out of heaven, even when you refuse to believe me, I love you.” He says so earnestly your heart skips a beat. In his eyes you see nothing but truth, they glitter like they did all those years as if they’d been sprinkled with only the purest of stardust. They’re just as beautiful, just as lethal, but still beautiful and yet there’s something different.

“What aren’t you telling me?” You ask, the lightness in your tone is gone, replaced with something firm, something unyielding.

“What makes you think I’m hiding something, if I’m hiding anything at all.”

“I know you, and you are most definitely hiding something. So what is it?”

“The years have made you cynical, I don’t spend all my time plotting just so I can see you again.”

“Of course not, you spend the rest of your time bedding demons and corrupting the minds of humans.” You laugh a hollow empty sound, it’s unpleasant and makes his stomach twist.

“Must we have this conversation again? We’re talking in circles love, I have not done anything wrong….recently anyways.”

“Jungkook,” you start only to be startled by the appearance of Michael “Taehyung what brings you?”

“Pardon me my lord, I bring news of the human realm.” he says, shooting a glance at Jungkook.

“Tell me.”

“There are whispers of war, amongst the humans and the celestial realms.”

“War is common amongst humans, but higher beings have not been at war for millenia. What has changed?”

“Witnesses have said a serpent has whispered into the ears of many creating tensions between once peaceful beings.” Your gaze falls to Jungkook who sits quietly; his suit lacks any creases, crisp even as his brother delivers this sudden news. He lacks the surprise that one would usually witness when hearing this information.

“You did this.” you whisper resigned to the inevitable fact that he has stirred up trouble yet again but somehow this is worse than anything you could have imagined.

“I might’ve lost sight of the serpent who whispered in Eve’s ear some time ago, however I had no part in this. I am the king of hell, despite how the world sees me I do not relish in the useless spilling of blood human or otherwise.” He breathes picking lint off his sleeve, gaze meeting yours once more. His eyes are ablaze at the mere thought of war especially when he has something he wishes to protect whether you’d want to be protected or not. You and your daughter are his most precious treasures and if this war comes, he will surely die to make sure that the two of you are safe.

“Go to the general, prepare for war and make sure my daughter is safe at all costs.” you speak, and this version of you is the one Jungkook loves the most. The one who easily takes command of her domain, the one and only God.

“I’ll fight with you, I will always fight with you my love.” he reminds you, taking your hand once more, moving to kneel before you as he pledges his life to you again for all eternity in life or death he would be yours.

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