#it was always rather soft and with mutual respect but with trust now too

[booasaur]

Warrior (2019) - 3x01

[nevereverlandboys]

Dare me once more (Part 2)

Y/N POV:

As they began to walk, Y/N slowly started to doubt if she could even trust the second in command due the lack of information about him. From what she heard he was no pleasant person to be around, so she was quite surprised about her own courage to accompany him.

With each step further she shook that frightful feeling off, and with a last turn back she made sure that no one saw her.

"Where are we going?" Y/N gave her best in hiding her burning excitement, hoping this would be no dumb idea. The second in command was a mystery himself, learning to know a place he liked might say something about him.

"It's a surprise." Felix gave back with a raspy chuckle, making a small game out of this. There was no turning back now, she already decided to come along. Y/N curiously watched his back as he shoved some branches aside, leading the way through the narrow bushes.

The cool breeze of the night was brushing past Y/N's skin, and the following shiver did not go unnoticed to the second in command. Without being asked he pulled his cloak from his shoulders and placed it over hers, revealing himself to her for the first time. His hair looked gray in the pale moonlight. They threw long shadows over his illuminated face, allowing to hide half of his expressions. 

"Thank you." Y/N smiled up to him. "Are you always up that late at night?" She then asked and he gave a dry nod.

"It's the most adventurous time." Felix gave back with a soft smile. "Besides, I often have to patrol the island."

That must be lonely after all these years on Neverland and it did not really sound like fun. The second in command never opened up to someone, so his emotions were a big mystery, who could tell if he actually liked being alone. No boys dared to seize him up, no matter how careless Felix was. Was it out of fear or straight out respect towards their second in command? The girl almost forgot his title as she walked next to him, and that this was not any boy she accompanied but Pan's right hand himself. He had brought her onto patrol too, but no other girl or boy. Now he did it again. Y/N had to admit that interest towards him kept growing inside of her, but she was still not truly convinced that his feelings were mutual.

"Why bring me? What about the other boys and girls?" She asked with a frown, then replacing it with a brief smile in order not to seem too interrogating. 

"I would rather be with you if I can." He said. No further explanation why. "Watch your steps." Felix then remarked, putting his flat hand against her to prevent another step forwards into a mess of big, tangling roots from the trees, their vines blocking the way. The second in command showed her a route through everything as if he studied the steps like a dancing choreography. Just as Felix left the tangling mess of trees and bushes, a small clearing was finally revealed hidden down the hills. She was rich with fruits and greens, large trees anchoring high up into the sky, encircling the rushing waterfall that crashed into a beautiful lagoon. But the most fascinating thing about this place were the flowers. Unlike daytime, that ocean of blossoms started to glow in a pinkish light, shimmering up into the sky, as if someone had set them on fire. It was beautiful. Y/N had to admit that she doubted Felix at first, but when she turned to him, the lost boy already gave her a goofy smirk.

"Wait for the best part." He grinned down at her with a wink, then grabbed for a stone to throw it far into the flower field. Her eyes followed the rock cautiously, not expecting anything wild. The second the stone hit the ground, her eyes widened in awe. The flowers revealed themselves to be a swarm of thousands butterflies, swiftly filling the night air like a burning storm, reflecting the moonlight with a sudden green-pinkish shimmering. Y/N looked at it in awe, her jaw slightly dropping as she just stared.

"Did I promise too much?" Felix purred teasingly, stretching his face closer to hers from aside. His ashen hair threw long shadows onto his face, sharpening his jagged features. He looked paler under the moonlight, as if he was a porcelain doll with a cracked face. The long scar running over his cheek up towards between his brows made Y/N burn inside to know where he got it from. The other girls were wrong to call this him ugly, and Y/N would lie to herself if he did not excite her somehow. The girl looked up to the second in command and when they locked eyes, she felt herself getting pulled deeper into his intense gaze. It was just like an invitation for another kiss. She could slightly feel his breath on her face, but just before the girl could say something, Felix leaned down. His face came so incredibly close, but instead of aiming for a kiss, he moved his head past her, to pick up a small flower. He looked at it as he twirled it between his fingers, and when he looked back at Y/N, he placed the flower in her hair. She could not resist letting out a satisfied hum, showing him how much she appreciated his actions. 

"My little floret." Felix whispered just like a short breath, barely audible as he gently let the back of his fingers glide down her cheek in a light caress. Y/N felt her whole face heat up, that she almost believed she could light a wood stove with it. She was speechless.

"Thank you for bringing me here." Y/N said sheepishly, and when he wiped some hair behind her ears, the girl could feel her knees weaken again. Did he really mean it when he apologized for a kiss? Deep inside there was nothing else she wanted right now. She wanted to be lifted up by his strong arms again, just like he did back in her cottage, to hold her and just feel his touch. Felix seemed so brave to come to Y/N after what happened. Not just that the girls had mocked him, now the boys were seizing him up as well. What would have happened to him, if he was rejected by her? It was already impossible for Y/N to ever consider rejecting the tall boy, that's how anchored he was in the back of her had that quickly. The girl was a teenager after all, so was Felix. Now he had lived on this island for so long, but never had another girl seen him with a love interest before. Was it foolish to assume that Y/N could be the first? Maybe, but she really wanted to be his.

"Why did you apologize?" She suddenly asked, using her last piece of her firm voice to form the bold question. "Back at my hut, you apologized for kissing me. Why?"

Felix's ears reddened, and the corner of his lips sneaked up into a shy, nervous smile. "Weren't I supposed to?" He asked and pressed his brows together. Was he playing with her, or did he seriously not know?

"Do it again." It bursted out of the girl without thinking even for a second about it. When she did, Y/N held her breath as she looked up to the second in command, fearful about his response. Felix gave the girl a slow, conforming nod. Then he gently placed his hands on her shoulders, giving her an intense look, before his lips would part.

"I am sorry for kissing you." He said out firm, his gaze intense and serious. The girl wanted to sink into the ground. That was not what she asked for, and she questioned his interest towards her even further. This was not what she meant. He was so stupid and cute at the same time. 

"Actually I want…-" She stopped. Was it really necessary to say it out loud?

"You want … what?" He asked innocently, his eyebrows pressed together once more. The boy could definitely not read the signs. Was there nothing easier he could ask her? Y/N had  to save herself before she would mess up and embarrass herself. If he did not kiss her now by himself she could not put herself into the open like that.

"I-…eh, I just wanted to ask why you came to me in the middle of the night, again?"

Felix obviously blushed. "Isn't it obvious?" He asked with furrowed brows. She did not know, so it was definitely not obvious. The first idea that came to mind was him liking her again, more than just a liking. No matter how obvious things were, none of them seemed to grasp each other's intentions, and for a moment Y/N even accused him of playing dumb, just to tease her emotions out of her. She did not like games, but also feared to speak her thoughts out loud, in the end she could be wrong after all and just spiraled herself into negative thoughts.

"Wanda guards you like a dog." 

He was right about that. "Actually it's not just Wanda, they all watch you like hawks. Can I have a chance to prove to you that I am not what they say I am without having them in our backs?"

"I don't listen to them. Not saying a thing just avoided drama-"

"-June and Wanda, I know." Felix interrupted with a frustrated sigh as if he knew that it was not worth messing with them after what they said when he had kissed Y/N. They would only ruin the mood or simsimply sabotage the relationship from the start. Y/N did not want that. They claimed he was ugly, but standing in front of him only gave Y/N a tingling sensation inside her guts. He was so beautiful with the scar. There was so much she did not know about him, but Y/N could already feel a crush starting to develop. How in the hell should she know why she loved his appearance, unlike the other girls, or why she found him so mysterious, or why she just wanted to get touched by him again? Maybe it was just the hormones of a teenage girl reacting to a boy her age, or it was indeed more, and the girl really started to like him. 

Just kiss me! Stop talking and kiss me!

"Let's not tell them that you see me and I'll show you the best places myself!." Felix then suggested as he took a step aside to open his arms wide open.

So you are the adventure, Y/N thought and smiled with a confirmative nod. Felix started to grin like a happy child, before he strutted past her into the flower field where he took place . She copied him and sat down onto the ground, throwing little rocks around to watch the glowing butterflies arise into the dark air. Now matter how many times the girl would let them rise up, it would never get boring.

Y/N looked at Felix who reached more stones over to her, just to have him already staring at her with melting eyes. He leaned back, resting on his arms to get a better look. 

"Will you write in your diary about me?" He teased jokingly. 

"Only if you write about me in yours!" The girl teased back, and both glanced at each other with a wholesome laughter.

"I thought you girls all have one." Felix chuckled. 

"I can't speak for the other girls." Y/N gave back with a shrug.

"I think they are cute." Felix said with a hum, the corner of his lips rising up to show some dimples.

"It's all cute until one of you boys have fun reading them out loud." Y/N gave back unconvinced and raised one of her eyebrows.

"Yeah?" Felix laughed and shook his head. Then he suddenly gave her an intense stare. "I would write pages down, just for you to read. My life shall be an open book for you." 

"Just for me?" Y/N gave back, tilting her head over her shoulder to look up from under her brows in a skeptical manner. "-And for all the boys who read it out loud." 

That would be a bad idea, considering that both wanted to let this stay a secret. Y/N liked the idea of sneaking around behind the other's back, giving her a rush of excitement running through her veins. He obviously did too. 

"Then I have to make my adventures unforgettable instead. For that I need to know what you like."

"Only if you tell me about yourself."

Felix licked his lips and nodded. They started with the usual: favorite colors, animals, dishes and more, then the first personal informations were being shared: fears and dreams. Felix started to tell her a few stories from his adventures on the island, and Y/N moved a little closer to get some warmth, when Felix suddenly paused. His eyes narrowed down to the girl leaning against him to realise what was happening.

"Are you cold?" He had already given her his cloak and it was truly warm enough but Y/N needed an excuse for scooting closer. The boy did not hesitate to open his arms for her to nuzzle against his chest and she did not hesitate to lean in.

"Tell me about your best moment on Neverland." She filled the silence with a humming and closed her eyes for just a moment. The girl was not even tired, but she doomed herself with that comfortable position, feeling how her eyelids got heavier. She did not even hear a single word of his answer before she drifted off into a deep slumber.

Y/N woke up in the comfort of her own back. With tired eyes and hands groping over the blankets she made sure that this was no hallucination while wondering how she got here- or if she ever left in the first place!

Felix must have brought her back while she was asleep, so no other girl would notice her disappear. Or everything was just a wild, realistic dream and he was never in a flower field with her. 

Y/N turned around to stretch, just to find a flower on her pillow- the one and only Felix had put in her hair the night before.

Not a dream. 

The thought of him bringing her home was enough to give her butterflies. She pictured him carrying her in his arms through the night and felt her cheeks burn up. He could have woken her up, but for some reason decided against it. Y/N wanted nothing more than to see him again and ask him why. Maybe she only found the right excuse to look for him again. She got dressed and immediately went to search for him without raising any unnecessary suspicion, but the second in command was nowhere in sight. Before the chance to leave the camp was even optional, Violet suddenly came running towards her. The other girls were nowhere in sight.

"Hey, what are you doing all alone?" Y/N asked surprised. It was unusual of them all having tasks at the same time.

"A few boys ate something bad so the others got their tasks for the day. I got lucky because I just woke up. Pan also wanted some target practise for the less… talented ones." 

"Rebecca?" Y/N asked with a sigh.

"You know that she isn't that good with bows," Violet mumbled, shamefully. "Or traps. Or knives-"

"Or anything at all?" The word sounded harsher than she meant.

"She can cook the meat, but she can't kill it. Nick thinks that is a problem, so does Wanda."

"And you think that's right?" Y/N huffed and Violet sunk her head. "I don't see what you love about Nick." She then slipped out without thinking about it. Violet shot her head back up and widened her eyes, "How do you know?"

"Please," She then added with shaking features. "Don't tell anyone! I promise I won't ever judge you for anything ever!"

Not even for liking Felix?

Y/N should stop with that rush of thoughts before her little crush would turn into something more. But how could she not like him after she even received her own nickname? It was more than Violet and Wanda ever got from Nick.

"He plays with you." Y/N replied. Violet turned away. It was simply a truth she was not ready to face yet. 

"He can be so nasty, you know." Violet gave her a side-along gaze, seeking for confirmation that Y/N could not deny but give her within a small nod. 

"Sometimes He is a nasty bitch." Y/N confirmed and both went silent. Then, suddenly, both bursted out in laughter. There was nothing more to talk about.

"It feels good to have someone to connect to." Violet hummed and received the same heartful sound. Then she turned on her heels and waved with her hand to follow.

"Let's get something to eat." She eagerly led them downhill to the boys' cooking cottage to get some ingredients for the breakfast. Inside the cabin was Simon and Felix. At the sight of him Y/N could feel the heat inside her body rise, hoping that no one paid attention to her face. Violet stopped for a second, but the shark-like eyes had already detected her, so she stepped further in. 

"I-" Violet stopped and seemed trying to remember what she wanted to say, due incredible nervosity caused by his presence alone. "Can you step aside?" 

Felix looked behind him to the cabinet, then back to the red haired girl before he would step aside with a polite bow. 

"You can take some meat that I dried yesterday." He offered. Violet just stared at him full of surprise, not knowing how to react after never really speaking to him.

"Eh…yeah, sure, thanks a lot, Felix." She then said and quickly took everything else she needed. On the way outside she looked at Y/N with widened eyes, wider than usual, forming with her lips a soundless, "What was that?" 

Y/N shrugged and strutted back uphill to their own cottages. For her it was clear that the second in command intended to be nice, especially after witnessing the girls' dislike towards him after the game. Stupid game, without it they would not have bothered about him any further, right? On the other hand, Y/N would never have taken interest in him that quickly. Felix had not caught her eye for the first time that night, so it was not a matter of an if, but rather a question of when.

"He was so… nice." The other girl said so surprised that Y/N wondered if she really thought it was uncommon for others to witness this. 

"What do you mean?" Y/N laughed without really talking her words seriously, but at the sight of her startled face she stopped. Violet was truly started.

"When I first got here, Wanda was already here for years. She told me that Felix is dangerous and vile, that he would hurt other people for fun and every word he said was poison. She described him as this savage monster that would smite everyone looking his way. Truth be told-" Violet came closer and looked intensely at her with a tilted head,"-I was scared shitless."

Sounded just like Wanda. She loved to exaggerate and spread rumors. They might have started on the wrong foot and the chubby girl never forgave him for that. Y/N looked down to the path leading to the camp and shook her head. "No. I don't want to believe that."

"I won't judge you, but beware, I saw his violence with my own eyes. Nothing you really liked." 

No, probably not, but there was a reason why Pan made him second in command and not any of the other violent, stupid boys. There was more behind it than just being strong and brutal. The second in command was surely strong, but he also had the wits to make it through on this forsaken island. No one was better trained or better skilled to be teamed up with the green dressed, elvish-looking brat. They left the conversation at that and changed the topic to Y/N's satisfaction. It was not like she did not want to talk about Felix, but she was not ready to open up about her true emotions about him yet. Besides, Y/N did not know if a relationship with him would even work out. During the afternoon Y/N grabbed for her books again, hoping that the second in command would show up to make her day a little bit more thrilling. Violet went into the woods to find the perfect branch that she could shape into a spear, so the moment would have been perfect. There was no sight of him but the burning desire to see him again bothered the girl so much that she could barely focus on the pages. Within every paragraph she stopped and fell into a daydream that lasted a few minutes until she would keep reading again and repeat that cycle all over again. Just as the sun slowly made its way down, the other girls returned from their tasks to join the dinner that one of the boys prepared. Y/N hoped that this was the chance to see the second in command again and maybe find a way to meet him afterwards. Felix was nowhere near the dinning tables, so Y/N kept looking while Violet was busy stuffing her mouth with potatoes. After a short moment Y/N stopped searching. Felix had started to avoid big gatherings since the game, so it was no surprise that Y/N did not see him at the table or anywhere inside the camp. The lost boys had started to pick on him and joined the girls’ gossip, mostly badmouthing his looks. They were glad to finally have found something that might have given them an emotional reaction. Cocky little bastards. It was all fun and games to bully, as long as none of them was the target. Wanda would always start and just like predators the boys would jump right onto it and join. Most of them had nothing better to do, others were just plain pieces of shit.

"He gave me this creepy stare all the time during training." June started the slander of the evening with such a small statement.

"If I were Felix I would cry when looking in a mirror." Ben snorted out in response. He was not attractive either with pimples and crooked teeth.

"Yeah, how would I ever get pussy with that face?" Another one joined, he was uglier than the other in addition to his bad hygiene.

This evening it was not any better than the other ones. With the second in command absent it only got worse, the insults wilder and more creative. There was nothing better to do for them anyway, and after so many bad experiences with Felix, most boys seemed to be happy to have found a new passion. Y/N stared at her plate in best effort to focus on her meal and ignore the badmouthing around her. She bit her tongue, wanting to stand up for him, but fearing the others reaction way too much. 

"I bet he stinks," June crackled and gently stubbed Wanda with her elbow. "He doesn’t look like he bathes often."

Y/N bit her tongue and took a quick sip of water not to show any expressions, but deep inside she was raging. The assumptions got to her mind and for a second she felt an urge to defend him and tell the girls the truth, but then she realized how everyone's eyes would be on them- not just now, but always. Besides she was not ready to tell Felix what she felt and making a scene would reach his ears. Maybe it was not such a bad thing after all. If fear were not stronger, she thought and sunk her head back to the plate.

"He does look somewhat like a Neanderthal." Wanda said and lifted her nose as if she was proud of her comment.

"With that stupid club of his definitely!" June laughed.

"He is also rude and savage like one." Wanda added. 

"He was actually nice to me today." Violet suddenly  blurted out excited about her new experience, just to have Wanda roll theatrically with her eyes. She looked over to June who returned a disbelieving face. Y/N watched the scene and as she did more rage filled her guts.

"He must be desperate." She said and shook her head and  stuck her fork into her food, ignoring Violet like she never said anything.The red haired girl pressed her lips together and sank her head, losing any of her sudden joy. With that the gossiping about the second in command stopped. Y/N was glad for that. She would rather spend another night with him than stay all evening in the camp with nasty lost boys and mean girls. It was better for him not to be around, for Y/N was not sure if his presence would stop any of them from letting some rude comments slip. Once they were done eating, Wanda, June and Rebecca went back to their cottages. There was no energy left in them to attend the camp and the boys were just too loud. Y/N barely ate, neither did Rebecca. She looked tired and drained. 

"I think I will go straight to bed." She let out a yawn and stretched herself before she rose from her seat. The tall girl would go to sleep, but Wanda and June could return, so Y/N had to be careful. The lost boys could also be troublesome, so she needed to make up a plan to meet up with him again without anyone's awareness. Y/N turned her head and tried looking for the second in command again, hoping that he would be in the camp by now. To her surprise he sat near the bonfire already staring at her. Once she was caught looking for him, the corner of his lips crept up into a smug grin. Y/N immediately turned her head away in embarrassment. She had been too obvious, and she wondered about how long he might have stared at her until she found him, or if the others noticed him returning to the camp. None of the boys stopped gossiping and maybe they just did not care. More reason to let this stay a secret. Y/N avoided his burning gaze and shifted her head over to Violet, hoping that she would find a reason to leave her side soon. As long as she was by her side it was impossible to go and talk to the second in command, something she wanted to do more than anything else. Y/N could feel his eyes burning holes into her, and she grew more impatient with each second passing by. The day had stretched out so long in the afternoon, so how hard could it be to get some time for herself? A simple excuse could be the key, or the truth to tell her that she needed time alone was reason enough.

"He is coming here." Violet suddenly grinned and looked at Y/N, nodding over towards the bonfire. Y/N froze, then looked up, just to see Nick strutting towards the two girls. With an relieved breath the girl let her head sink and ignored the meager lost boy that probably came only for Violet. 

"What are you two up to?" He asked with a short wink towards the red haired girl. "Busy? We're playing some games down the river if you want to join.." 

Y/N shook her head, but finally she was getting rid of her friend. There was no chance Violet would miss going with her crush, besides, it was obvious that the boy invited Wanda too, or planned to. Y/N was never really sure if he just acted innocently kind, or if he simply played with both girls just to see how far he would get. Probably the second thought.

"Sure we would love to!" Violet hummed excited and turned with glistening eyes towards Y/N.

"She would love to." Y/N did not really feel like playing games, besides that this would be the perfect way to get rid of her friend. Violet grinned at her with a thankful wink, leaving her all alone at the table. Once they walked off, Y/N's eyes immediately shifted over to Felix' seat, just to see it completely empty. She kept looking but there was no sign of him. Filled with disappointment, she rose herself and strutted out of the camp uphill to read in her cottage. Halfway up she suddenly heard some rustling in the bushes. First the girl did not pay any attention, but when little rocks landed in front of her feet she stopped and turned to investigate what was going on.

"Felix?" She recognized his features. He shushed her and waved with his hands to signal that she should step behind the protective barrier of trees and bushes. "What are you doing?

"I thought it would be more secure from unwanted eyes this way, and I could not wait for the night to see you again." He whispered with a dark, raspy voice.

"You brought me back yesterday. Thanks for that."  Y/N answered in a warm tone and smiled up to him.

"Yeah I just wondered why you wanted me to stay." He blurted out with a deadpan face. Y/N on the other side could feel her eyes widen without any self-awareness. Her facial reaction slowly broke through Felix's facade, clearly raising doubts in him. 

"Wait-" Y/N slightly shook her head in denial. " I can't remember anything after falling asleep on you."

"But we kissed last night!" Felix blurted out confused, furrowing his brows and looking unsure around as if he could escape this uncomfortable situation he got himself in. Y/N gave him a startled look.

"When?'' She blurted out with the same confusion. "I can't remember."

Felix already saw in her face that he had said too much and that he should not have said something in the first place. He went paler than the moon above, not knowing how to stop making it worse.

"After I brought you back to your bed. You were asleep and…." While he said it, the second in command quickly realized how creepy he must have sounded and stopped mid sentence, looking down at the lost girl with big eyes.

"You kissed me while I slept?" Y/N asked with a sly grin. This was interesting.

"No! Eh, well yes… But only because you told me to!" He squealed out anxiously with terror in his eyes.

"But how could I tell you when I was asleep?" Y/N kept teasing innocently. He would not kiss her simply because she told him to. Felix was not a desperate type of boy, or else he would have tried a move on a girl before.

"I don't know… but you did!" Felix whined out, frustrated in fear of losing more control over this situation than he already had.

"So you can kiss me while I sleep, but you can't when I am awake? She claimed, teasing him a little bit more. Felix was not able to respond properly, the only thing that left his mouth was inaudible stammering of denial.

"Kiss me then." Y/N commanded firmly, interrupting his nervous stammering.

"What?" Felix froze in place. The girl stepped closer, her eyes glistening in the dark.

"Kiss me just like in that stupid game." Y/N commanded and placed her hand against his chest. His heart was pumping loud and clear against his rips, vibrating through his skin to her palm. The most relaxing tune. Felix stared at her, eyes widened and mouth agape. He parted his lips to say something, but choked on his words once more. This time he could bring out no words.

"Well, I-" He slightly shifted back to get some space, just to have her close the distance even more, their hips almost touching now.

"Felix…" She pleaded at him with big eyes, causing him to swallow hard. It was like a little game to Y/N, a game that he hopefully played along. The thought of him kissing her while she slept woke something inside the lost girl. It burned a thousand times stronger than her curiosity, like a million suns ready to explode. She wanted him, the second in command, the beast of Neverland and hand of Pan. It was him who she wanted to give herself to. At the sound of her voice, Felix could not resist closing the gap between them, slowly shifting forwards and leaning in. Then, suddenly mid-move, he stopped as if he seemed to catch himself again."Can we at least go somewhere-"

"Y/N!" Wanda's voice echoed down the hill. "Violet? Where are you two?"

They both froze in place. That Felix was unamused was an understatement. He was really not fond of Wanda for her behavior towards him, so he quickly stalked away before she would detect him and cause any drama for the both of them. It allowed Y/N to step out of the bushes and walk up the hill before Wanda came close enough to get suspicious.

"Oh there you are." She smiled. Her eyes scanned the area, hopefully not detecting the second in command hushing through the darkness. "Where is Violet?"

"Violet went with Nick down to the river." Y/N answered honestly, well aware that it would probably cause a bad reaction, but gave her peace to be alone.

"Snake." Wanda hissed and squinted her eyes, yanking her head away. She wanted her own truth, but in the end it probably meant nothing.

"Well, you're stuck with me then. Rebecca and June went to bed early.”

"I wanted to get some rest too." Y/N lied quickly and furrowed her brows together in guilt. “Headache.”

"Oh…" The chubby girl said. "Get well soon."

Y/N nodded before she walked off uphill. There was just something better in mind to do, and she knew that Felix would probably return once she was all alone. She waited inside her cottage until most of the boys would go to sleep and the darkness roamed on the island. With a burning light of a candle she hoped to signal the second in command that she was still awake and waiting, trying to eavesdrop on every sound that alerted his arrival.  Nothing happened. Time went by and the lost girl still sat all by herself, feeling how her limbs got weaker every minute until she finally decided to call it a night. 

[ghastigiggles]

they (furi & arle) could relate so much because of the curse, the love for their people (and in arle's case her children as well) which is kept under wraps as well as a possible feeling of loneliness (i dont know about arle but it's possible because of her friend from when she was younger and the fact that she's the sole survivor or something like that)

arlecchino inviting furina on a casual platonic kind of date (furina wants to deny but also she's scared of what'll happen if she denies lol) but it turns out to be a very nice experience for them both, and furina returns home that evening confused but also with slightly lighter spirits when it comes to the harbinger

this begins a small cycle - every so often, arle would stop by (not too often at all because she's busy - furina's glad about that, because while she's warming up to arle she'd still be a bit overwhelmed with too much of her presence) they'd begin warming up to each other, and eventually furi can call arle something akin to a friend (she still gets a bit spooked or startled when arle, for example, raises an arm or something but it's good progress nonetheless!!)

idk i just like them :) Everyone's like "toxic yuri pog" and while you're RIGHT. Toxic yuri pog. May we also consider: two cursed mfs being cursed together and understanding one another

Raises my hand. I'd like to build on this with conditional arlenavifuri.

Navia has closer relations to Arlecchino through business - the Hearth and Spina have been in close cahoots on similar goals for awhile, after all, and while Navia knows better to fully let her guard down around a Harbinger, she does have a level of trust in Arlecchino - at the very least, she believes that they both want the best for Fontaine.

She knows Furina wants that too. Furina and Navia have a relationship based far more in trust post-story, so I truly believe setting the scene with all three of them sharing the room diffuses the tension a bit.

I feel like this polycule is a bit more of a situationship than anything - at this point in her life, I doubt Arlecchino would let herself be truly vulnerable around anyone, but she can be more candid and soft around these two after a time, a relationship forged on mutual, deep respect rather than trust.

A betrayal is always anticipated. They're all prepared for it, and with candor, they're prepared to respect it at least - even if they have to stand against each other again. For now, they'll enjoy the good times together.

[nogoawaytism]

Okay, so I really like the idea of Silver Bull. (And by "like" I mean it's been burning in my veins for months.)

Oh shit, it's long.

Realistically, it would take quite a long time to fully develop of course. There's Adam's racism towards humans combined with Merc's inability to really open up to anyone who isn't named Emerald. And of course there's always the angle of the two being an all-around toxic pairing, much angst. Buttt since I'm just a sinnamon roll and want everyone to be healthy and happy, I'm going to go for the healthy variety.

(By the way, in my au, Adam and Ilia are the same age as most of the cast. I never really saw the point of making them older and younger respectively.)

Initially, when Adam is forced to spend time around Emerald and Mercury (the HORROR), it's the worst day ever. You could write at least one full season's worth of a sitcom. Emerald and Mercury just do stupid shit to intentionally piss him off. To be clear, it isn't 100% out of malice. The two have some desire to see him cut loose in spite of everything. From seeing how he fights, they know just how dangerous he is, especially towards humans, but even from the start, there's this sort of mutual respect from both parties. I think Adam would be the one to feel attraction first, and he's horrified that he's capable of feeling attracted towards a human. Inevitably, the shells crack over time. Adam and Mercury aren't blind to the softness that Fox can bring out of Emerald, one different than the one Mercury can sometimes evoke. At this point, the concept of a human and a faunus together romantically is such a foreign concept to Adam- obviously it was horribly taboo in Atlas, and it would be highly looked down upon in the White Fang to say the least. Eventually Adam's curiosity gets the best of him, and he asks Fox "What do you see in her? She's a human!" Fox replies "She's more like me than she is different." and elaborates on the similarity of their pasts. Fox also tells Adam "I can tell there's something that's hurting you too. It's buried deep inside, but it dictates your every step. And I don't think I want to force it out of your mind." Adam's understandably kind of freaked out over Fox's semblance, but there is some innate trust because he is also a faunus. They develop a friendship- probably Adam's first friend that isn't in the White Fang. They've gone through hard times. Neither has a living family, and Adam was blinded in one eye, while Fox has never had vision in either.

Eventually, Adam and Mercury do reveal their pasts to one another of their own volition. It's a big turning point in Adam's worldview, it's not like he wasn't aware that humans could be abused, but rather it's hearing a firsthand account of an especially horrific case, one that's honestly quite similar to his own. For the first time, Adam is connected to a human via mutual understanding, albiet a fucked up one. And for once... it's like those racial barriers aren't there. It's a pair of two scared little boys, experiencing something NO ONE should ever experience, looking into a mirror, plenty of visible scars, and even more invisible ones. Suddenly, all of that repressed pain from over the years, channeled away into rage and destruction for a cause bigger than they are- the dam breaks.

They cry. How many years has it been since their eyelashes have gotten spiky with tears? Or their heads hurt, is it from crying? The beatings? The mental strain? Losing their humanity, as they feel it draining from them day after day? How long has it been since their faces have been flushed from raw emotions that haven't been channeled into a fight? Do the once-familiar sensations of hot tears streaking down their faces, running into their mouths and leaving a salty aftertaste in their mouths feel foreign now?

Even with the freedom fighter and the assassin's hard facades, there is no shame in everything coming forth, because he knows, the man across from you knows, did anyone? Did you give up on anyone knowing? Or are they dead because you survived and they didn't? You thought you could move on, did you really? It's in your face now, those prosthetic legs, that charred flesh, hidden away under fabric to avoid rude or frightened stares.

Where do we go from here?

[mylittleredgirl]

📺 dear 90s channel exchange creator 📺

hello writer or art-maker!

thank you for whatever you will make for me! i hope you're excited about whatever we matched on.

i'm pretty easily delighted and like being surprised by things i did not consider, so you are welcome to take my suggestions and prompts as random inspiration or pitch them entirely in favor of whatever you want to create!

this is basically just a rewrite of my request, but with the general likes/dislikes broken out in bullet points to be more legible.

anonymous asks are on for this account, so feel free to ask questions if you want!

general things i love:

happy or hopeful endings

episode-related fic

pining (especially respectful no-i’m-definitely-NOT-jealous pining)

hurt/comfort (especially oh-my-god-you're-not-dead)

friendship & family fic

canon divergence

complications

5-times fic

all ratings welcome

i tend to really love all canon characters, so feel free to include friends and relations in the fic that aren't directly part of my requests

kinks enjoyed:

soft dom/sub (bondage & praise yes, pain & shaming no)

aliens made them do it (or equivalent)

overindulgence (food, drinks, whatevs)

masturbation (mutual, pining, voyeuristic, whatevs)

body image/weight gain/aging/body worship

i’ve never said no to a quality blow job or hand job fic

sweet i-love-you sex works for me too i'm not picky

general things i do NOT love:

permanent character death

hurt no comfort

crossovers except within the extended canon universe (crossovers between star trek series are welcome)

historical or supernatural AUs (no pride-and-prejudice or zombies)

supernatural elements are actually fine (like telepathy, psychic powers, soulmate stuff, etc) but i specifically want to avoid zombies & vampires

bashing of canon past relationships or other characters (if a character loved somebody else in canon, thumbs down to the "i never really loved them" trope). except sam carter's collection of terrible exes in stargate, i can live with that.

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fandoms requested:

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the x-files:

i'm deeply obsessed with season nine right now, so my requests all have season nine characters, but i also love mulder/scully and am happy for you to include them! i prefer fics that happen during the original series era (or soon afterward) rather than the revival. episode-related fics (any episode) and hurt/comfort are my x-files faves!

john doggett/monica reyes: my otp. i love their long history and friendship and deep trust and the slowly shifting nature of their relationship that seems to parallel john's shifting acceptance of the paranormal. ideas:

what if it's monica's turn to be in hurt or in danger on a case and john's turn to angst/find her/care for her afterward?

was john somehow part of monica's predestiny/repeating past lives in "hellbound"?

monica reyes & dana scully: scully has needed a friend like her for SO LONG 😭.

i have always wondered about scully's drunk little "i like her :)" from empedocles and whether that means reyes kept in touch with her between "this is not happening" and "empedocles."

i also think about how monica is probably william's godmother and has so much love for him.

i'm not opposed to scully/reyes (subtle or overt) if it takes you that way, i just otp them elsewhere so i didn't request it. polyamory welcome!

john doggett & monica reyes & dana scully: i love their working dynamic all together and i also love the interplay of all their individual relationships and the different ways they love/trust/need each other. random ideas:

piggybacking on a prompt above: what if john encouraged scully to stay in touch with monica after mulder's "death," because of how helpful she was to him?

they all get snowed into a cabin or something with ghosts... (either paranormal ghosts, or the non-paranormal angsty ghosts they're all carrying around!)

john doggett/fox mulder/monica reyes/dana scully: honestly i just want to know how this could work without them all killing each other (or only killing each other sometimes). have fun!

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stargate sg-1:

mini!otp (clone!sam/jack): i love them as fully grown rational adults now trapped in irrational teenage bodies, trying to sort out their complicated relationships with their new selves and with each other. prompt ideas:

how do they get over their past baggage to get into a relationship?

what do they do after graduation?

what if they got involved in something stargate-related?

i also really love the "oh god one of them is injured or in danger but that feels different now" trope for those two.

specific DNW: them changing their first names

specific DNW: everyone else getting cloned too

classic sam/jack prompt ideas:

anything to do with "desperate measures"

pining to first time 💕

this pairing is always good for amtdi

specific DNW: them having a baby

cassandra fraiser & janet fraiser: honestly when i requested this i was shocked to learn this wasn't already a tag. i fully support canon divergence where everyone lives or you can include "heroes" and the fallout, your call. if you want to include a romantic pairing for janet that's ok! (daniel is usually my preference but anyone or no one is fine). ideas:

what was their bonding process like?

what are little traditions/ways they show they love each other?

what have they learned from each other?

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babylon 5:

michael garibaldi/susan ivanova/talia winters:

what if michael and susan rescued her from psi corps!!!

i imagine the sex here could be pretty great. or at least pretty fascinating

i like all their individual relationships too, but this combo seems like a lot of fun and/or deeply fucked up

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star trek: deep space nine

miles/keiko/kira:

how does kira become/continue being part of their family after the finale?

what if she just never leaves after the baby is born?

an exploration of different family dynamics (between the three of them, with the kids, however you want to take that)

a cultural exchange

julian/ezri:

canon divergent au: what if the war had lasted longer and they'd taken longer to get together?

in danger together (or trying to rescue each other)

honestly just exploring how maybe they could really work out

orrrrr it can be messed up that's fine too, as long as neither of them are really cruel to each other at the end of the day

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star trek voyager:

b'elanna/kes:

b'elanna needs some gentleness and i think kes can provide that

kes has no preconceptions about klingons, so how does that affect how b'elanna sees herself?

anything at all to do with kes's powers

janeway/chakotay:

they make an exception for a special occasion (& optional: how does that impact them going forward? do they repeat it?)

post-ep to "the fight"

post-ep to "good shepherd"

actually anything episode-related :)

specific DNW: no babyfic please

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cheers:

diane chambers/sam malone: this couple is an absolute disaster, but I would have loved them to annoy each other til death do they part. ideas:

how do they support each other (well or very badly) in their ongoing mental health/addiction challenges?

what if they stayed in touch on her writing retreat and she came back like she promised?

if they DID get married, diane would co-own the bar…

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that's all! i hope something here inspires you, and if it doesn't, toss it and write whatever you like. :) thank you!

[electricbluebutterflies]

JessLeto + Just this once, the Universe responds.

I have no idea why my brain saw this and thought "let's write Choice-era impreg" but here we are. Other people have been doing that concept gorgeously lately and I apparently needed to pounce in. Rather NSFW and also on ao3.

It takes her nearly a year to make the decision that will change the course of her life forever.

It is winter when her lover suggests it the first time, cold even in their spaces, their bodies colliding under blankets and his hands in her hair after and she has learned to be quiet in these vulnerable moments. Most reliable form of affection, usually comments about how he enjoys her, always respectful, but this time a suggestion. This time a way forward for them that would, in his mind, with the information he works with, be less scandalous than other ideas.

It is winter again, the bitterness of the first real snowstorm of the year, when Jessica listens.

There is something comforting about their intimacies, she has been given enough time to learn, something deeply suited for each other. She had no preferences before this, no experience to compare to, and perhaps she has molded herself to be perfect, but-

If she has done so, if she has changed her nature to match the man she was given to, at least there is warmth in it. He treats her well, never intent to harm, at worst feather-light fingertip bruises on her hips by accident and rare occasion and the horror in his deep eyes when he sees the marks on her skin afterwards, this is how she knows she is loved, this is-

They circle each other, something playful to it, a mutual understanding that they have time to make this what they want. Kisses between touches, slowly undoing clothing, desire pooling where she wants it and this is real, she is not shifting her levels at all, she hasn’t had to in months, she hasn’t-

You could give me a son, his voice echoes in her head though it’s been weeks since he’s said those words. Always an offer, as everything is between them, no more pressure than the just as frequent suggestions that maybe she could wear more vibrant colors for certain events. She has seen the force of him but never directed at her, and she wonders how much intent is there, how much he holds back, how much-

“You seem too far in your mind,” he murmurs as he slips her outer dress over her head.

“Considering my options.”

She has made private vows in the quiet of night like the wife she knows she will never be, promises to herself of how she will honor this dynamic that has become the most important part of her life. She will not control, she will not lie, she will not intentionally wrong. Absolute loyalty and commitment, to one person above all else, to-

“Should I worry for you?”

“I couldn’t stop you,” she laughs. She adores him for a great many reasons, she’s started to accept, but how protective he is, this sort of… not quite understanding her, they both know that will never happen, but knowing just enough to-

“Then do say-“

“Nothing to discuss. Just… want you.”

They move in silence for a while, these rituals she suspect they could both do with eyes closed and often she does but not now, not as she knows where this night will end, not as-

She knows the theory of what she is about to do but not its practice, and she retreats into her mind to make sure it works, focuses into the sacred hidden parts of her body and selects-

That one, she decides. That one will be perfect.

She can only control so much. What traits her child will acquire from the other side are out of her hands. But she knows this man she loves, knows him enough to trust their bloodlines will combine well and their child will be the best of both of them, and that is enough, and-

Jessica feels the small release of possibility at about the same moment she is fully exposed, laid out on her back with her partner’s hand between her thighs to make her soft. He is thorough in this, in everything, just aware enough of what she needs and what she likes and oh if he doesn’t-

“Get up here,” she breathes. “Get-“

There is a certain pattern to their intimacies, mutually pleasant and aligned to their natures. The solidness of him above her, the breathless moment as he sheathes himself inside her, desire manifested, slow movements, one of his hands beneath her head and the other tracing patterns on her abdomen, almost like he knows, almost-

She could ask for it, she thinks. She could tell him what she has decided to do. She could-

She is all too aware that this is, at best, completely against protocol. Generations too early. The wrong child at the wrong time. She wants anyways.

She wants, and she rolls her hips against his and leaves crescent-moon fingernail marks all over his back and he likes when she’s like this, just the slightest bit more assertive than usual, visibly enjoying herself, visibly-

“Fill me,” she murmurs. “Bloom in me.”

It takes a moment for him to process what she is suggesting, what she wants, what she-

“You would have me?”

“I would give you this. Give you-”

He shifts position just the slightest bit and their movements become even more pleasurable for her, pressure where she wants it, it was once believed that a woman must reach completion in order to conceive and she will do that now, she will-

Jessica turns up her senses even higher at the right moment, just for a heartbeat, just to make this even better, and everything is suddenly very warm.

Her partner follows soon after, as he always does, collapses against her with her name on his lips and she feels the processes begin, seed that will bloom not just be absorbed by her body, and she wraps her legs around his hips and she needs him to stay, she needs-

“You would have this,” he murmurs, no longer a question.

“You ask me for so little,” she replies. “The least I can do is-“

She turns her head to see his face better and oh she is familiar with every hybrid expression she provokes but she thinks she likes this one best, awe and adoration and-

“You would-“

“I will give you a son,” she breathes, and it sounds different in her voice than it ever did in his, this ultimate act of rebellion and yet so small, so-

He takes a kiss, soft sweet perfect, kisses all over her face and they are both terrible at speaking love but what are words compared to this, what are hidden emotions compared to-

“You would sacrifice yourself-“

“I already have, my love. The process has begun. I will be sure of it by morning, but-“

“You will tell me if-“

“I do not worry for it. I have chosen well. My body will take, and-“

More kisses, and any hesitation she still has is lost in the warmth of them. This is all her partner has ever wanted from her, all he has needed to ask for, she has otherwise responded to desire before it could be voiced but this, this is-

Eventually their bodies separate but she stays close, needs to stay close, needs this reminder of why she has done what she has just done. Love worth compromising herself for, love worth breaking the world for, love-

At some point, the both of them half-awake and one of his hands still tracing patterns on her hips, she feels something shift within the hidden parts of her body and-

Two have become three, she thinks. She has learned, in these past few years, how to love one person. She will have nine months to learn how to love another, a tiny presence she will become familiar with before it sees daylight, before-

“We are safe,” she murmurs against the curve of her partner’s neck. “Both of us.”

For now, at least. She knows just enough of what she has done, all the storms ahead, things unknown that she will have to do to keep her family safe and all of them will be worth it and all of them will be-

“Both of you,” her lover repeats, something new and warmer than ever in his voice. “All I have ever-“

“I know. I wanted… you have…”

She wants every moment of this, she thinks as her eyes close and she lets herself fall asleep in warm embrace. She wants the delight her partner will show in the months and years to come, how he will value this family of theirs, how he will protect, how he will love, how-

Nothing will change. Everything has changed. She isn’t sure how this will end. She has never wanted anything more.

[divinelyuninsplred]

⸻ » Fast paced movements through the gallery had been the only way Nadia had known how to work since she had gotten there. This was so much different than what she usually did for a living, but the change of pace was welcome, the change of scenery even more so. Dressed to blend in, though born to stand out, she wasn't trying to take up space in a field she had no plans on adopting as her own for the long run. Hearing her name called on demand, her dark gaze shifted up towards the women of the hour. Usually, Nadia hated when orders were barked at her, but she reminded herself that this was different. Nina wasn't a crazy lady with an insane agenda, but rather a perfectionist who always wanted the full potential of her work to shine. Last minute preparations were being added to the gallery, anything short of perfect wouldn't suffice. Prehaps anyone else would have seen it as an impossible tast, but this was her comfort zone. Something they shared in common, the need to over achieve, anything short of that was pitiful. " Okay, but you do know I'm not the only one working here, right? I saw one of the other people you hired go put for a cigarette break at least three times since she got here. " Nadia wasn't a snitch, but she didn't think it was right she was pulling dead weight. Still, she felt as though she owed Nina. Was this how she wanted to spend the rest of her existence on this earth? Probably not. But for now it worked. The older women had helped when Nadia felt as though she was at her lowest, and while they weren't the closest people on earth, there was a mutual respect. Nina was a friend and she didn't have an awful lot of them. She knew what she was saying, the set up was lack luster. Guests that would be in attendance needed to be dazzled, not bored to tears. A definite rearrangement was in order, so she made quick work of the display knowing all too well that time was against them. " Don't worry, I got this. I know you're stressed, but I'm not going to let you down. The investors will be begging for a slice once they see how incredible this looks. " Turning to face her for a second, the smirk on her lips appeared far too naturally. " With swimming I could perfoming miracles in minutes, you can trust me here. " It was nice to hear that Nina was aware of the pressure she was placing on Nadia's shoulders, something that was never really acknowledged in her old career but she didn't truly know how to acknowledged it so shurrged it off with a small mumbling of, " it's no big deal. " A lie. They both knew it, but there was no need to comment, that would only evoke a vunerability she wasn't fully prepared to face. " Nina, you don't need to get me special gifts for doing the job you pay me to do. " She laughed softly, a look of empathy she didn't usually display reserved only for those shebtruly care for splashed across her soft features. " But thank you. I've got this. Go relax for a few minutes.... grab a coffee or something. You'll stress yourself out before the doors open at this rate. I'll come and find you once it's done. " the words of a promise fell from her tongue and just as simply as the conversation started, it ended. Nadia turned on her hell, the sound of her shoes echoing around the gallery with little to no interest to her. Sparing no details, she worked as hard as she possibly could, making sure everything was up to par for the evening ahead. Whole true, she hadn't been working at the gallery for long, that didn't stop her from relaying marching orders to others around her who looked as though they'd rather have called in sick. It wasn't the time for slow paced, half hearted workers — not on a night as pivotal as this. For the best part of forty minutes, Nadia rushed around ensuring that only the most captivating displays were on view. Once she was certain her goal had been a success, she found herself walking towards the back room where her boss paced and forth. The doors opened soon, but she was sure Nina would want to give her approval beforehand. " Ready to see if I can match your standards? "

*  𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣 ( @divinelyuninsplred )

her heels echoed sharply against the polished marble floor as she paced the gallery, her movements precise yet charged with an unspoken urgency. the soft overhead lights cast a sleek glow across her tailored black dress, accentuating the sharp lines of her silhouette. usually the epitome of composed elegance, tonight there was a faint crack in her armor—her brow furrowed ever so slightly, betraying the weight of her thoughts. " 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚! " her voice rang out, firm and clear, slicing through the hushed hum of last-minute preparations. she strode purposefully toward her, her dark eyes scanning every detail of the gallery space with a critical intensity. the faintest shadow of imperfection—a painting slightly askew or a misaligned display—seemed to needle at her like a personal affront. when she reached the younger woman, her gaze locked onto her with a commanding presence that demanded attention but stopped short of unkindness. " 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞, " she said, her words clipped but measured. her hand gestured toward the dimly lit centrepiece, an exquisite sculpture that was supposed to anchor the entire exhibition. " 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬— " she gestured to the setup. " —𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, " she exhaled sharply, smoothing a stray strand of hair behind her ear before crossing her arms, her tone softening just slightly. " 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, " nina paused, her posture relaxing by a fraction as her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. " 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬—𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, " she teased, the tension in her voice dissipating for a moment. her eyebrow arched in a playful challenge and her tone shifted to something warmer. " 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, " her eyes lingered on the younger woman’s face for a beat, a flicker of genuine gratitude softening her commanding presence before she pivoted sharply on her heel. " 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. "

[vi-sinner]

100 follower celebration!

Can I get prompt 20 with Din Djarin or Geralt? Tysm and congratulations!!!!!!!

Part Of the 100 Followers event! (closed)

Fleeting Moments | Din Djarin x F!Reader

The only one Din can trust to tend his wounds, is the cautious healer hidden deep in the woods- the one who he had deep feelings for 

Warnings | Fem!Reader, description of injuries, mutual pining, Fluff

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

Din trusts no one- especially when it comes to tending his wounds. He rather put his trust in the batca pack or let the wound close on its own then submit to another's care 

That was until he met you. Almost as if you were an ancient legend, he first heard whispers of your work around the small town a bounty was located at. His limp at the time was obvious. Even hidden behind the helmet, any person with working eyes could see the Mandalorian was in pain 

So, when the innkeeper subtly mentioned you, a mysterious healer located in the deepest parts of the woods, he did what he never had done before and put his trust into someone else 

He was skeptical of the whole idea; he wasn't told much nor what exactly you did. The way your work was described made it sound like what you were doing was illegal. The empire had fallen long ago, but that doesn't mean there weren't still ones out there who missed their ruling- and wouldn't take too kindly to ones who were anything other than normal 

He expected multiple scenarios, either this was a trap, and the townspeople were liars, or you truly were what you were claimed to have been. 

Fortunately, you were just a young healer, with the desire to help those in need. He noted that you still were cautious but carried yourself with elegance. You welcomed him into the cottage with open arms- and a spiral of confusion emotions  

-

By now the Mandalorian can be called a regular. The visits are always brief, and you can't say you know much about him other than he is a bounty hunter, a strong feared one at that. 

“You have to be more careful.”

Your words are soft, gentle, concerned even for the warriors' well-being. You care for all the others that are settle in your humble shop, but you don't think of them every day and as much as you do with him. 

The respectable way you tend to him reminds him of the reason why he keeps coming back to you. Only ever exposing the area that you need to work on- never have you even asked him about the helmet- though he has already shared the ways and rules of his creed 

“I try, but it's hard when you have multiple blasters shooting at you.” He winces when the cold pad comes into contact with the blaster graze. 

“Try harder.” Your head shakes in displeasure, but the small smile on your face lets Din know you aren't too mad at him 

Never will he admit it- not even to himself, but every time he feels even an ounce of pain, he gets excited knowing he has some excuse to visit you. Though he promises to himself to never let you see his more serious injuries, he shivers at the thought of your pained face taking in that

He takes the time to study your concentrated features. The way your teeth sink into your bottom lip, the way your brow furrows while reading the labels of the various bottles you have littering your shelves, the way your hands diligently work on him with tender care. The little things that make his gut turn in circles 

Faster than he would like, you finish- damn your skills. 

Silently, you take your time to place all your supplies back into their designated spots. He isn't the best talker- something you've grown accustomed to in his visits- so his hidden eyes just gaze at your back.  

How easy it would be for him to wrap his armored arms around you, to feel you as you get to feel him- skin onto skin. How he has thoughts of showing you his face- to feel even the brush of your lips. These blasphemous thoughts of breaking his decades long creed for a woman that may not ever feel the same- something he scolds himself for entertaining

A knock on the door breaks him from his trance, pushing away his longing desires- where he is brought back to reality 

The reality in which you have a handful of other villagers to treat, and he has other bailer skippers to catch. As much as he wants to, he can't linger any longer than he has. “I should go.” He stands as you allow the mother and daughter to walk in.  “Have one more puck left.” 

“I ask you to be careful.” Your arm extends to hold his hand, squeezing it firmly “If you die, I will kill you.” He wishes you could see how your coy smile makes him smile

His helmet tilts down to lean on your forehead, to give you the only display of affection he can. Actively forgetting the current guests waiting for treatment.  “I don't doubt you won't.”

 His bulky form retreats after that, and that sinking feeling comes back. His visits are too short, and the time frame between those are too long. You admit, you already miss him 

But you'll trust him to come back- even if it's just for a fleeting moment

He’ll come back, he always does 

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From Silence - Part 4

Based on this post with 100000% credit to @toebeans-mcgee for the premise, and written with her permission. Here we go! Part 4! We’re over halfway now! 👀

Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 5 here. Epilogue here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: No thoughts. Only pretty Senator mans.]

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, soft!Letant, outwardly-suave-but-actually-a-mess!Letant, realization of feelings, adapting to a severe injury, hurt/comfort, injury/recovery process, imprisonment, telepathy, touch telepathy, telepathic sass, mutual pining, both think their feelings are unrequited, both are idiots.

~*~

In the weeks following Letant’s offer to translate for me, I’d gotten to know the man rather more deeply than I’d intended or ever thought that I would. That grumpy, superior, swaggering air surrounding him was just a facade. The Senator was really just a softy once I delved beneath his prickly surface. Little by little, he lowered his guard, allowing me to see more of his thoughts than he may have intended. Hell, we even developed a rapport as time ticked on.

Whenever one of our fellow prisoners got a little too bold with their claims of combat prowess or became too conspicuous with their attempts to puff themselves up, we’d both raise an eyebrow and trade snide remarks via telepathy.

“I’ve seen Andorians posturing in a less obvious manner and their antennas always end up fixed in the direction of the person they’re trying to impress or intimidate,” I’d think in his direction, and he’d let out a huff of laughter as a smirk spread his lips.

“Even a Klingon targ would appear subtle compared to that display.” Letant would almost always respond with more amusement than derision, glancing over at me as we observed the scene unfolding before us.

We also made bets on how long it would take for the Jem’Hadar to catch on and implement their own special form of discipline. More often than not, he won those bets. Letant’s wit was as sharp and deadly as the most fastidiously-maintained weapon, and it was a pleasure to watch him wield it. Boredom seemed an impossibility with him by my side and in my mind.

I hoped he couldn’t read my thoughts too deeply, because, despite my best efforts, I had grown to admire him over the course of our acquaintance. And not in a professional manner. With almost zero knowledge about how far his touch telepathy would allow him to probe my thoughts, I tried to steer clear of some specific topics while we were in contact. Like how handsome he was...how certain looks from him made my knees go weak...and especially how I loved waking up in his arms each morning.

Thank the stars for that Breen. I doubted I would’ve gotten the opportunity to become this close with a Romulan Senator otherwise. As it was, we fell asleep talking nearly every night and woke up tangled in each other with our hands still clasped.

During the daytime, we were equally inseparable. We’d eventually managed to combine our respective groups of found friends. Together, all of us had come up with an escape plan. It had taken a bit of time to get the Federation officer and Klingon soldier in our group to trust the Senator, but they’d eventually believed me when I vouched for him. Unless I was mistaken, Letant was moved when I ended up swearing a blood oath with the Klingon about his trustworthiness. The dermal regenerator that the prisoners kept hidden from the guards had only worked for a few seconds on each of us, leaving us with scars on our left hands, but it was worth it. A Klingon’s ferocity and combat skills would be necessary if this escape was going to work.

And it would work. We’d kept our interactions brief and discreet, and every single one of us had come up with backups and fail-safes. Assuming we timed it right, we’d be able to take one of the transports that dropped supplies for the prison without anyone being the wiser. Based on our estimates, the next delivery would be in about a week.

As Letant and I lay in bed, I tried not to think about how this would all change in a week. We would be out of this prison, I’d be back at my post...and he’d be headed back to Romulus. I’d be alone.

His palm skimmed over the back of my hand as his arm wrapped around me.

“You’ve been quiet tonight, e’lev. Are you alright?”

Turning my hand so that I could thread my fingers with his, I nodded my head and closed my eyes. Just before I dropped off to sleep, I could’ve sworn that he snuggled just a little closer to me, but that was probably just wishful thinking.

--

The first time he was aware of the Lieutenant being awakened by a nightmare was weeks ago, and her fingers had still been threaded with his. Letant had been dozing lightly just beneath the edge of consciousness when a choking sort of fear curled from her mind to his. Disturbing, disjointed images wafted over him accompanying the terror she was experiencing. His eyelids had snapped open as he processed what was happening. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her eyes were wide and tear-filled, and the hand that wasn’t in his grasp was clutching at her now almost fully-healed throat. The Senator’s heart lurched in sympathy. Clearly these were memories of what the Jem’Hadar had done to her.

Seeing her in distress had tugged at some primal part of himself - the same part that made him want to wrap her in his arms and protect her when she found her voice gone. That time, though, he didn’t bother stifling that particular urge.

Nor did he do so now, several weeks later. Comforting her had become something of a guilty pleasure for the Senator. While he despised the nightmares that drew her from her slumber, he welcomed the excuse to hold her close and let his mind wrap around hers in a comforting tangle. The way her anxieties calmed almost instantly at the slightest touch of his consciousness made him mentally preen. He’d finally proved to her that he could protect her sufficiently.

“You’re alright. You’re safe,” he breathed as he pulled her gently against his chest. Coaxing her hand away from her throat as he’d become accustomed to doing, he brought it to the side of his face. Nuzzling into her palm softly, Letant closed his eyes and tried to send calming thoughts and emotions to her telepathically. “It was just a dream like all the others. They won’t hurt you anymore, e’lev. Nobody will ever hurt you again. I won’t allow it.”

After a momentary pause, he felt her grip on his hand tighten just a fraction and she nodded her head. It hit him then that she truly trusted him...and that he trusted her to an equal degree. The realization made him draw her just the slightest bit closer, but he didn’t contemplate the implications of such a thought until he was absolutely certain she’d fallen into a much deeper, more restful sleep.

A trust that was this implicit, that ran this deep was practically unheard of between Romulans and members of other species. But ‘trust’ didn’t seem like a full enough descriptor for what he felt for his Lieutenant.

‘His’? When did he start thinking that way about her? He’d been protective of her from the start, but...but thinking of her as his?

Sure, he’d gotten to know her through their weeks of conversing and touching each other’s thoughts, but...this was different from the closeness of a simple friendship. The only associations he’d heard of that came close to paralleling this level of intimacy were marriages, and–

Oh.

Oh no.

This was love, wasn’t it? Looking silently down at the woman sleeping in his embrace, the feeling resonated through him louder than before, rattling his very soul like a trapped animal in a cage. He loved her.

Letant couldn’t afford love, and yet...as he allowed himself the luxury of gazing at her features with unguarded longing, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. This pretty little Human could very well be the weakness that the Jem’Hadar had aimed to give him - she could be his undoing - but it occurred to him that so long as he had her, he didn’t care.

She stirred and nuzzled further into him, drawing a small smile to his lips. He really shouldn’t be surprised, should he? Pressing his lips against the top of her head, the Senator let out a resigned sigh. Very well, then. Since his foolish, traitorous heart had decided that she was the one, he would be the best potential mate that he could be, even if she never learned how he felt nor returned his affection. The Lieutenant may not know it, but he was hers.

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A Study in How To Trust a Qunari When They've Just Become Tal-Vashoth

okay so couldn’t get this out of my head. I just love the idea of a) Dorian trying to give the Bull what he needs for once, and b) Dorian slowly growing to trust the Bull after the Demands of the Qun, because beforehand there was always a reason for Dorian to hold back ('he's literally an enemy spy') but once that reason is gone, well. Dorian's head over heels. Warnings for some mild smut (please check the tags on AO3 if you need more info) which I don’t usually write but which was important for the flow of this story. You can also find this on AO3 here!

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The first time they fuck after shit goes down with the Qun, is the first time Bull realises how much Dorian’s been holding back.

It’s subtle, a barely-there change. Dorian still came to his room and knocked on his door twice. He still waltzed in like he owned the place. He still crawled into Bull’s lap like it was the only place he wanted to be.

When Bull bit his lower lip he did not call Bull a ‘savage’ though, or a ‘big lug’ or whatever other insults Dorian usually tossed at him like secret pet names.

Bull felt the muscles in his shoulders relax. He’d been waiting for it, for the words that would confirm he was becoming exactly what the Qun told him he would now he’d left. But they didn’t come. Bull appreciated that. Mutual respect went a long way when it came to these sorts of arrangements. And sure, Bull was always watching out to make sure he didn’t trip over some unknown limit or pressure point in bed, but…people didn’t usually give him the same respect back. At least not so noticeably.

Huh.

Anyway. It’s a small thing. It easily passes them by. Bull tugs off Dorian’s ridiculous clothes that are more buckles than cloth, and Dorian kisses the underside of Bull’s jaw then nips playfully at his pulse point.

“I was thinking…the silks scarfs are very fun and all, very fashionable, but perhaps…ropes, this evening?” Dorian mumbles into Bull’s skin, newly naked and half hard.

Bull feels a smile begin to slot on his face. He’d been excited from the moment Dorian walked in; he could do with being in control for a while. But he’d figured a bit of rough and tumble was as far as Dorian would like to go. Usually, Dorian wanted silk scarfs on his wrists and dirty words in his ear, and that was pretty much that. Which was great for Bull, perfect, even. Bull liked giving Dorian whatever he needed. But if Dorian needed ropes tonight…

“You remember your word?”

“Katoh,” Dorian says simply, rather than being snarky about it. There’s a curve of a smirk on his lips though, “it will take more than a few ropes to make me use it, Bull. I’m not so fragile,” he pressed his lips to Bull’s forehead, a surprisingly soft gesture and one Bull wasn’t entirely prepared for, “fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

So, there were ropes. Dorian let Bull tie him the way he liked, knotted to the bed. If there’s one thing Qunari know how to do, it’s tie a knot, and Bull’s gentle to make sure the rope won’t put too much pressure on Dorian’s skin. That’s the thing about this sort of sex, a delicious mix between fast and rough and control and softness. You had to hit it just right; control enough to keep your partner safe, rough enough to keep it fun.

Dorian looked beautiful, like that. He looked even better a moment later, when Bull had his cock down Dorian’s throat. Dorian swallowed it perfectly, and not for the first time Bull thought about how lucky he was that this bratty mage had found his way into his bed.

He wasn’t bratty that evening though.

When Bull eventually pulled out of his mouth, Dorian grinned up at him.

“You ever tried edging?” Bull chucked out, just to see what Dorian would say.

“My, my, testing my endurance tonight, are you?” Dorian laughed, and it was a pretty sound. Beautiful. The sort that Bull could get used to.

“You agree, and they’ll be rules. No cumming until I say so,” Bull warns.

“Yes, yes,” Dorian responds, “no cumming.”

Bull pushes that.

And Dorian? Dorian goes beautifully into it. Bull’s not really expecting the way he does, actually. He’s not only letting Bull push him to the edge and pull him back again, but he’s submitting. It’s subtle, but it’s there, in the way his eyes go a bit glassy after a while, in the way his body bends to each of Bull’s orders, in the way that Dorian’s dick doesn’t hesitate for even a moment when Bull finally gives the order for him to cum.

The ropes are removed, after, and Bull wipes Dorian down, waits until Dorian comes back up from the space Bull put him in. He’s gentle as he does, letting Dorian lean on him. It feels good, this bit. The whole thing felt good. At least, on Bull’s end.

“Good?” Bull’s half-expecting Dorian to shake his head, to say that it was a bit too much. Or whatever the Dorian equivalent of that would be, probably a sarcastic comment Bull could read through.

Instead, Dorian nods enthusiastically, “hmm, excellent,” he breathes, “and you?” his eyes are shining and he’s looking at Bull like maybe….

Something.

“Yeah. You did perfect.”

Dorian grins, “naturally,” he stretches out his back, curling closer to Bull which is…fine, but not expected. Usually, Dorian leaves.

“Now, if it’s quite alright, I’ll be staying the evening. I’m far too tired to walk all the way back to my quatres after that.” Dorian announces and throws an arm over Bull’s waist.

Huh.

Well. That was new.

This whole evening was new.

Whatever Dorian had been holding back…he wasn’t anymore.

-///-

And the thing is, it’s not just in the bedroom.

Dorian rarely ever came to the Herald’s Rest. Except correction: he did now. Often. He ordered Ferelden ale and put up a fuss about it being ‘utter piss’, but always finished his tankard anyway. He sat with the Chargers and he…made friends.

The ice that had existed between Krem and Dorian had dissipated somewhere along the way. They now seemed to share some odd sense of countryman bond, occasionally he’d even catch them chatting in Tevene. Krem would wink when Bull caught him watching. Bull had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

But Dorian also made an effort with the rest of the chargers. He suggested a frightening number of ways magic could help make Rocky’s explosions even bigger, played cards with Skinner and talked about ‘archery’ with Dalish.

“They’re a good lot, you know,” Dorian would comment as they walked up to Bull’s room. That was another thing he’d stopped doing. He didn’t come under the cover of night much anymore, unless he’d been studying late in the library. He’d walk up to the room right next to Bull.

“Yeah,” Bull murmured, “the best.” He still thinks about that decision sometimes, how close he came to watching them all die while he did nothing.

He made the right choice.

He doesn’t need the Inquisitor to tell him that, not anymore. He wouldn’t be himself without them.

Still…he misses the Qun.

He misses the structure, the order, the way he knew himself within its bounds.

But Dorian opens the bedroom door and curls a finger in his harness to drag him close and then nothing outside the room exists for a while.

-///-

The first time Dorian asks seriously about the Qun is the first time that Dorian fucks Bull rather than the other way around.

It had been a good round of it. Bull hasn’t been fucked since he last saw the tamassrans. He prefers it the other way round, most days, but there’s something soft in the way that Dorian treated him through it and now he feels boneless and relaxed. Bull’s pretty sure they’ll do it again. If nothing else it was hot to see Dorian pounding into him with abandon.

It’s afterwards. He’s lazed, happily, on Bull’s chest, tracing old scars. He never asks where Bull got them from, and mostly Bull figures they’re a turn on for him, but sometimes he’s also…soft with them.

It’s undeniably confusing, the way Dorian treats him now. Sometimes, he wishes they could go back to before, when Dorian had come for sex and had flirted and teased in equal measures on the battlefield, but never bothered to stay.

Sometimes the thought of not having this makes Bull feel ice cold.

“I have been rather disparaging about your homeland,” Dorian announces, rather suddenly.

“Ain’t my homeland anymore,” Bull’s still fucked out enough to not feel too tense at the sudden way this conversation is going.

“Yes, well, neither am I much of an asset to Tevinter. But I still miss it,” Dorian let something of a smile curl his face, “Krem has helped. But it’s struck me that you don’t have anyone to talk to about the Qun, and all the mess that came with leaving it. So…” Dorian trails off. He looks suddenly awkward; he’s not looking in Bull’s eyes. But he’s also not backing down.

Dorian doesn’t back down from fights.

“I only wished to express that I am here, and while not well versed in the particularities of Par Vollen, can at least appreciate the fact that Southerners are fucking bizarre. Among other things.” Dorian traced another scar, his fingers soft, not a single callose on them. Bull wonders if that’s because of magic or because of Dorian’s ridiculous beauty routines.

“Thanks,” Bull says, and he finds he means it. “Not tonight.” But maybe one day.

-///-

Bull returns from a mission on a Wednesday evening to hear the weirdest rumour.

Unfortunately, like most of the shit that goes on in Skyhold, the weirder the rumour the more likely it is to be true.

Which means that he isn’t surprised to see a harried-looking Cadash walking towards him. “Dorian does not know how to throw a punch. Why didn’t we ever teach him that?”

“How badly is his hand bruised up?”

“Pretty bad,” Cadash admits. “He split his knuckles open, the idiot, and he almost broke his thumb.”

Bull has a question on his lips but asking feels like a little too much right now. Should he? Should he ask or—

“He did it for you, you know?” Cadash doesn’t wait for Bull to sort out whether or not it’s a good idea. She’s straightforward like that. For someone who used to work in organised crime, she’s got a hatred for secrets something fierce. “Sits around and takes all the crap people can dish out about him but the moment that someone calls you an uncontrollable mad savage…”

Bull swallows. Uncontrollable. Mad. Savage. All the things he’d been told he’d become without the Qun. All the things he’s still worried he will become without the Qun. It’s only been a few months, after all.

And Dorian heard it and punched someone. Almost broke his thumb over it.

Huh.

Cadash is looking at him, got something in her eyes that’s half mischief, half happiness. The same look she was wearing when she asked him about gifts for Sera.

“What?” He questions because he might as well. She’s going to say it anyway.

“Nothing, nothing, just…glad to see you two getting close,” Cadash waves her hand, “he came to see me, after the shit with the Qun. Got all pissed that I hadn’t taken him, said he should have been there. The ‘for you’ was unsaid but implied.”

Bull rolls his eyes, “we’re just fucking, Boss. Dorian’s a good guy, sweet. But I’m sure he’d punch any asshole that talked shit about his friends.”

“Sure, sure,” Cadash said, in a way that definitely sounded like she thought Bull was being an idiot. “Well, I’ve got to run. Josephine should hear about my inner circle punching nobles from me.”

Bull watched her go. She had a nice ass. Not as nice as Dorian’s but still.

-///-

Dorian set the curtains on fire.

Dorian set the curtains on fire.

They’d come a long way, from that first time with the ropes. They’re onto wax now, wax dripping from candles and making delicious patterns on Dorian’s back while he’s tied up and writhing, needy, desperate.

He stopped talking back a good ten minutes ago, which meant that he’d dropped down into that space he went to sometimes, the space Bull helped him get in and out of.

Bull had dribbled more wax with one hand, while his other stretched Dorian out. And when his curled fingers found Dorian’s prostate—

There was the distinct smell of burning and sudden hotness on one side of the room.

Dorian had set the curtains on fire.

Bull wasn’t even sure if Dorian had noticed. He let out a needy, desperate whine when Bull pulled away to try and deal with it.

“Dorian, you aware enough to help me with this?” Bull prodded because really, magic would be a hell of a lot easier to fix the magic fire.

Dorian lifted his head, blinked up at him and-- “Vasta Kaffas,” he growled, the fire leaping on the curtains dissipating. Curtains were ruined though. “Ugh, suppose that puts an end to our evening,” Dorian sighed, “get me out of the ropes, will you? We should open the windows to let the smoke out.”

It took a little while to sort everything out, open the door. Dorian dressed himself in some loose shirt before coming to sit by Bull. “…Apologises, by the way. I know magic isn’t something you’re particularly fond of.”

Bull blinked. Huh. His mind hadn’t even gone there. It probably should have done. “I was more thinking that it was pretty hot I made you lose control like that. You must have been real excited. You know, before we had to stop.”

Dorian laughed, a bright sound, a sound that was fast becoming one of Bull’s favourites. “Well, who knew you’d find a way to twist this into a compliment for yourself.”

“Well, you’re sprung pretty tight, you know that? You rarely ever lose control of that pretty composure you’ve got. It matters, that you trust me enough to let go of it around me.”

Dorian watched him, and there was…something in his eyes. “Indeed,” he murmured, before pulling Bull down so he could kiss him.

-///-

Dorian wakes up screaming while they are in the middle of a bog.

The Fellow Mire is pretty much Bull’s least favourite place on the continent. Unfortunately, the initial sweep Cadash did to get the soldiers out had revealed some reports about an apostate doing dangerous shit and exasperating the undead situation. Which meant that they had to come back to deal with it.

Shitty, but Bull supposes it’s alright, and he’s glad Dorian is around to complain about it too. Complaining with Dorian is fun.

What’s less fun? Being woken by Dorian screaming.

For one thing, they’re out in the wilderness. Which means that it’s dangerous to be making that much noise, even inside the confines of an Inquisition camp.

For another, Dorian is screaming and scratching at his skin and he looks so distressed by whatever he’s seen in the fade and—

“Dorian, hey, hey, I’m here,” Bull shifted in their tent, reached out very slowly to rest a hand on Dorian’s shoulder, grateful when Dorian didn’t flinch, “look at me, Dorian. I’m right here.”

Dorian did as he was told.

There was a moment, a moment where his face was still terrified and awfully blank, but then something flickered behind his eyes, awareness of where they were and of what was real and what was fake.

Bull had seen this sort of thing in Seheron. Soldiers going mad, soldiers getting their throats slit at night because they kept giving away their locations and people realised. It was bad crap, meant your mind wasn’t where it was supposed to be. War did that. It brought out the worst.

Bull could really do with it not happening to Dorian.

Something twists uncomfortably in his chest at the thought. Dorian’s kind, bright, intelligent eyes going dim, Dorian’s flair for life dissipating. It’s a horrible thought. It’s one of the worst Bull has ever had.

“Everything alright?” Cadash calls from outside the tent, gentle, not sticking her head in yet, though Bull’s got no doubt she’s armed and ready if Bull needs her to be.

“It’s fine,” Bull calls out, “go back to sleep.”

“She wasn’t sleeping!” Sera’s giggles are loud enough and familiar enough that it breaks some of the tension, while the girls clamber back into their tent on the other side of camp.

Dorian lets out a pathetic sounding laugh, and Bull’s chest hurts again, “shit,” he breathes, “I’m sorry. I—”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Bull cuts in, quickly. They’re not going down that line of reasoning, not tonight.

Dorian nods, then, gestures awkwardly towards Bull- “Can I?”

Bull’s not sure what he’s asking, but the answer is yes regardless. So, he nods and ends up with a lap full of ‘Vint mage.

It’s not the worst place to be in the world.

Dorian buries his head into Bull’s shoulder, and his breaths are purposefully deep and even.

Bull rubbed slow circles on his back, tried to keep them both steady. It was a while, before Dorian’s breathing sounded less purposeful and more natural.

“I don’t think I ever told you why I left Tevinter,” Dorian murmured, finally.

Bull stayed quiet. He didn’t need the story; he’d worked out it had something to do with Dorian’s family. But he had no desire to push. If Dorian wanted to share, he’d listen. If not, that was fine too.

“My father,” Dorian continued, “he was…a good man, once. A man to whom I aspired. He taught me many important lessons about…how to be, how to be in Tevinter. Blood magic is the resort of the weak-minded, that was a big one,” Dorian laughed, but it wasn’t a nice laugh. A low, humourless chuckle, “of course, turned out that he was weak-minded. When I refused to marry the pretty woman my parents picked out for me…Well. Father thought I’d agree more readily if I could stop my preoccupation with dick.”

Bull blinked. Shit. He felt anger rising in him, a deep sort of anger, a blind protectiveness that made him want to curl around Dorian and never let him go.

“He tried to change you,” Bull growled, trying to keep his tone even as possible. Didn’t want to make Dorian think he was upset with him.

“Yes,” Dorian said, sighing, “and so I left. I had to, after that. But the night he tried…well, it wasn’t pleasant. Nightmares are the unfortunate side effect of the issue.”

Nightmares. About something from before, not the current war. Dorian wasn’t losing his mind to this. Not yet at least.

Bull pressed a kiss to the top of Dorian’s hair, “thank you.”

“For what? Waking you up with my screaming? Yes, truly, I am very generous, spreading the insomnia around—"

“For trusting me enough to tell me.” Bull corrected.

“Ah, that. Well,” Dorian shrugged, “naturally.”

Neither of them got any more sleep last night, but Bull held Dorian the whole night.

-///-

“Katoh.”

Everything stops.

The scene ends. The ropes are undone. There is a glass of water placed in Dorian’s hand while Bull goes to get a basin and a cloth.

Dorian doesn’t say anything. Not for a long time. He lets Bull wipe him down, and lets Bull get him comfortably on the bed. And then nothing. He lays there, and Bull lays beside him, and he waits for Dorian to consent to moving into his arms.

Eventually, Dorian does. He’s limp, and a hand is pressed to Bull’s chest. Bull wonders if he’s listening to his heartbeat.

“You stopped,” Dorian murmured.

“Of course.”

Dorian hums under his breath, tucks himself closer to Bull’s body. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Bull promises, and strokes through Dorian’s hair. “You okay?”

“I am now,” Dorian says. Bull believes him.

-///-

“I always knew you’d ruin me,” Dorian’s voice was speaking to him, from somewhere. Somewhere far away, or perhaps somewhere close. Bull can’t quite tell. It was hard to hear past the pain that was tearing through his body like shockwaves. “I knew it. I knew you’d break my heart you, bastard, you—don’t you dare fucking leave me now, Amatus, or I will personally revive you so I can kill you myself.”

There were other voices too, from somewhere. Bull couldn’t hear them properly. Cadash? Ma’am? It was a jumble. Where even were they? Away from the battleground? On it still? He couldn’t—

“You had to go and do it didn’t you? Leave the Qun and make me want to—to comfort you. To trust you. To love you. And now you’re dying, fuck, he’s dying.”

“He is not dying.” Another voice, hard, firm. Okay, that definitely was the boss. She was using her inquisitor voice and everything.

Bull tried to flicker his eye open, but he was so tired. Which, some distant part of him noted, wasn’t good. Blood loss. He’d suffered too much blood loss.

Dorian was panicking though. And if he was going…it’d be nice to get a look at him, before the end.

“Dorian…” he mumbled, “Kadan…”

There was a sob that sounded suspiciously like Dorian’s.

“S’alright…” Bull tried to force out, the word slurred, “’ be alright.”

That was about as much as he got out before he passed out.

-///-

Bull comes too and is almost surprised about it.

Good though. It would be pretty shitty if he could say he’d survived Seheron, becoming Tal-Vashoth and walking physically through the goddamn fade only to be bested by a simple Venetori agent. If Bull was going down in combat, it should be something big, like a dragon. Yeah. Dragon would be good.

Besides the point.

The point is that he’s alive, which is good, and while his abdomen hurts like a bitch, he no longer feels delirious from blood loss. So. Pros and Cons.

He opens his eyes to find a Tevinter mage passed out in a chair on the bed beside him, and an amused looking inquisitor standing near the door.

“Hello,” she whispers.

“Hey Boss,” he grunts back. “Where are we?”

“Caer Bronach. Closest place with a medical set up.” Cadash folded her arms over her chest, her voice shifting to her proper leader voice, “you scared us for a second there.”

“Nah,” Bull responded, “me? Take more than that to keep me down.”

“Hmm. You’re lucky Vivienne was around to help keep your insides on the inside. She says you owe her new shoes, by the way, you got blood on her old ones. She also says if she catches you picking at the wound, she’ll take it personally. So. You know. Unless you want to die, I’d recommend not doing that.” Cadash nodded to Dorian, “first time he’s slept since you fell.”

“How long?”

“Four days.”

Ouch. Long time.

“I have to head back to Skyhold soon, with Viv. Apparently, there’s some shit going on in the west that needs my attention,” she rolled her eyes. “But Dorian will stay with you until you’re well enough to travel.”

“He can go with you, you know, I’ll be alright.” It would be…maybe a tad preferable to have Dorian here, but it would be fine if he didn’t. The Inquisitions needs came above personal ones.

“Yeah, try telling him that. I think you took about twelve years off his life with that stunt.”

Bull remembers…something. It’s more Dorian’s voice than anything else. Panicked. Scared.

Dorian had been scared for him.

Huh.

Shouldn’t surprise him. This was the man who went about throwing punches in Skyhold to defend his honour but.

Well.

“Get some rest,” Cadash moved over to his side, gently gripped his upper shoulder and gave it a squeeze, “and let me know when my favourite bodyguard is ready to go out again. We’ll do a dragon, next time. For your big return.”

“That’s why I love you, Boss.”

“I know.” Cadash winked, and then she was gone.

Bull let his eyes drift closed. If Dorian was asleep…might as well get some more rest himself.

-///-

When Bull woke up, Dorian wasn’t there.

In fact, for the next few days, Dorian wasn’t there.

He’d appear sometimes, at random intervals. Bull was pretty sure that he was mostly sitting outside Bull’s door. He kept seeing the tail end of him and a pile of books whenever a medic opened it. But then the door would close and Dorian wouldn’t come in.

It was frustrating as fuck.

So, a week after he’d woken up, Bull ducked away from the healers and pulled himself onto the battlements to find his mage.

His mage was not impressed.

“What the—what the hell are you doing out of bed, you idiot,” Dorian hissed when Bull came and stood next to him, “you could pull the stitches, reopen the wound, do you have any idea what an effort the healers have gone to make sure you survive and—”

“Well. I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t avoiding me,” Bull quipped back.

Dorian’s mouth snapped shut. He glared. “I am not.”

“Then how come you stayed by my side the entire time I was passed out delirious, but the moment I became lucid, I didn’t see you for a week.”

Dorian stuttered, avoiding Bull’s gaze. Bingo. “Well, I’ve been busy. Just because we’re taking a getaway in Crestwood does not mean my duties to the inquisition are just on pause, I’m a vital member of this whole thing and they’d be lost without me and—”

“I love you too, you know.”

Causing Dorian to Shut up twice in two minutes. That had to be a record or something.

“Excuse me?” Dorian finally said. The wind whipped around them, even as the sun played off Dorian’s skin. His hair was a bit of a mess, the mountain breeze coaxing it out of its usual style. He looked beautiful like this, pretty, hot.

“Well. I’m pretty sure that’s what you said while I was bleeding out. Or something like it. That you love me. Either that or I had a very embarrassing fever dream, and things are about to get incredibly awkward.” Bull had gone over it again and again though, and the brief parts he could remember after he fell did seem to hold the weight of some kind of confession. “Anyway. I love you, too. So, if that’s the problem can you stop avoiding me? I miss you.”

“You! Well, I—” Dorian shook his head, “you’re impossible. I’m mad at you. You can’t just go around throwing about confessions of love when someone is mad at you.”

“You’re mad because I came to find you out here?”

“Because you almost died. After a quite long period of making me care about you, which is entirely your fault, by the way. If you hadn’t gone and left the Qun, I would have been able to persuade myself that catching feelings for a spy was an awful idea and we could have avoided this mess entirely. But then you did that, and you—you respected my stupid safe word, and you let me sit with you at the tavern and made me go and trust you, which was really quite rude and—”

Bull could feel a smile cracking onto his face, “you do love me.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, Dorian, you’ve gone all sappy on me.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Dorian did, in fact, make him.

The kiss was chaste, if only for the fact that it actually did hurt to lean down. No strenuous activities for a while, which, damn. But he could think of a few strenuous ways to get them both off, and that would have to do.

“You are a ridiculous man,” Dorian murmured, pulling back. “I have clearly lost all sense and reason.”

“Yeah,” Bull grinned, “maybe. I’m a big fan of it though.”

Dorian sighed. “Come along, let’s get you back to bed before the healers chase us down and somehow blame me for all this mess. Or worse, Charter. She’s almost as scary as Leliana when she wants to be.”

Bull took his hand, “you know, I figured I’d be less trustable once I left the Qun. Can’t believe that’s what convinced you to give in.” Well, he sort of could, from Dorian’s perspective, but.

“Yes, well. When you give up everything for a small group of ragtag idiots, it does inspire that sort of thing. Must we talk about it? Or can’t I just suck you off in your rooms.”

“Well, if you insist.”

[quite-likely-valentine]

I now present this: Imagine if you could tell the companions you love them once you have maxed their affinity.

I don't just mean companions you've romanced, I mean for ALL companions, platonic or otherwise. Just put it in the Talk menu, but you can only use it every so often for consistency sake.

But literally, please, imagine everyone's reactions. It would be so wholesome and sometimes funny because you KNOW a lot of them would be flustered to death.

---- ----

Nick:

If a second gen synth could blush, he would. Instead, he beams at you after a moment of surprise passes. You see the leather-like skin around his eyes crinkle up as he chuckles and touches your arm with his good hand. "You're a good kid, and a hell of a friend. I..." he trails off but smiles again, meeting your eyes, "Feeling's mutual, partner."

---- ----

Codsworth:

General Atomics didn't install tear-ducts on their Mister Handy model, but if they had, Codsworth would be a blubbering, sobbing mess. He still gets extremely choked up. "Oh, Sir/Mum, you have no idea how much it means to hear you say that! I always saw you, the misses/the hubby, and young Shaun as my family, and I... I know I'm just a robot butler made to serve, but I really do think that I feel the same for you..!"

---- ----

Deacon:

Deacon is NOT good at emotions, so when you say those three loaded words to him, you can practically see his mind do a Windows reboot. He gets VERY flustered. "Oh, I uh—well, I mean, of course you do! Who wouldn't love this face? I mean, I had it especially made for that reason! Uh..." He scratches his head and looks away awkwardly. "...you're pretty great yourself, [insert Railroad codename]. Your sentiment is shared!" Fingerguns.

---- ----

Strong:

I could make a "Strong Disliked That" joke, but I won't, even though he probably would. He's more confused than anything! "Human what? Strong don't understand. You good leader! Make Strong proud."

---- ----

X6-88:

He... has absolutely no idea how to respond. So he sort of acts like he misheard you, but he definitely heard and even if he doesn't want to admit it, something about that makes his chest feel warm. "You are a respectable leader, Sir/Ma'am. There is no one I would rather defend. It pleases me that you welcome my company."

---- ----

Dogmeat:

Dogmeat doesn't really understand you, but he seems to get the idea! You get a happy bark from him as he attempts to jump up and lick your face. He clearly feels the same!

---- ----

Hancock:

If he's romanced, you'll get a happy smile from him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Don't I know it... I love you too, Sunshine."

If just platonic, however, he'll be taken aback for a moment. Such blunt affection among friends is far too uncommon in the Commonwealth. However, his expression soon shifts to a crooked grin, but it has a softness to it that reveals how genuine it truly is. "I wouldn't expect any less, but it sure as hell does feel good to hear you say it, pal. Feeling's mutual."

---- ----

Piper:

If romanced, Piper will give you a sly smile and interlace her fingers with your own. "How could you not?" She says cheekily, but plants a kiss on your lips and says back, "I love you, too, Blue."

If platonic, on the other hand, she'll be surprised and flustered, but not displeased by any means. She'll stutter for a second, then manage to choke out, "Thaaaat's very straight forward of you, Blue. I... can't say I don't appreciate that, though." She smiles, genuinely. "Love ya too, Blue."

---- ----

MacCready:

When romanced, this boy's smile could light up the commonwealth. He just hugs you. "I love you, too. So much."

If platonic, he's a bit less physically affectionate, but you can see that he clearly feels the same. He goes from mildly surprised, to a somewhat unsure smile as he takes his hat off and scratches the back of his head. "So soft," he chuckles, almost quietly. "You're soft, Boss," he repeats in a normal voice and looks up at you, "But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I care about you just the same, my friend."

---- ----

Cait:

Even if she's romanced, you can tell those words have a heavy impact on her. Still, she grins at you over the sincerity in her eyes. "Course ya do, silly!" She kisses you. "I love you too, Darlin'. I mean it."

If platonic, she's a bit more bashful, but she hides it well by chuckling as soon as the surprise wears off and crossing her arms. "Well of course ya do!" She grins. "Such a softie, aren'tcha? I feel the exact same, though, that's for sure. I'm glad'ta have ya as my friend!"

---- ----

Danse:

No matter how much you've tried to convince Danse that you care for him, those words seem to hit him as if it's the first time he's ever heard them. When romanced, he just looks at you so fondly, so softly. He pulls you into an embrace. "I love you, too," is all he can manage, but you can tell that he means it.

When platonic, he's a bit less choked up, but you can still see the impact. He clears his throat, looks away and scratches the back of his head. "I still don't know why you choose to trust me after... you know. But..." He looks back at you and smiles softly. "...but I appreciate your trust, and I care for you, too. A lot."

---- ----

Curie:

When romanced, Curie immediately wraps her arms around you with such joy. She says, "You have taught me what love is, and I feel it so strongly for you, as well. Thank you, my love!"

When platonic, she looks incredibly touched as well, and holds her hands over her heart. "You have been such a good friend, and you have allowed me to experience many wonderful things. It makes my chest feel so warm to know you value my company, Monsieur/Madame. I value your company greatly, as well!"

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi!! I have a request for hc’s! I just read your “what their biggest kinks are”, and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 with Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Mirio? Thank you and I love your writing!!

MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks PT. 2

No worries, buddy! Here you go!!! I’m so glad you like my writing!! I’m really happy to be getting requests!

I hope you enjoy this, Anon!

I struggled a little with Kirishima, so huge thanks to my bestie @smolchildfangirl for helping me out with this

PT. 1 Here

PT 3 Here

Genre: smutty smut

Warnings: BDSM Kinks, hard kinks, weird kinks

Other: this was in the making before the request, but I was planning to put Aizawa in instead of Mirio. I am now moving Aizawa to another post

Characters: Deku, Kirishima, Mirio, Todoroki + a bonus character

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy

Izuku Midoriya/ Deku

Switch- Listen, he’s more of a bottom most of the time but he has nothing against topping, he will top if you ask nicely. But baby boy needs to be taken care of, he’s always thinking about others so this is his time when he’s the one being though of.

Roleplay- specifically hero/civilian. This works when he’s topping or bottoming. Hero saves a sweet civilian, who wants to thank the hero. It’s always better when whoever plays the civilian is a fan of the hero, he just finds it so hot. He’ll also indulge in hero/villain, and enjoys that one a lot too.

Praise/ Body Worship- he needs you to know how special you are to him, how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He also needs to be reassured he’s doing a good job, and that you feel just as good as him.

Vanilla- sex with him is usually very vanilla, and often times awkward. Like the time you farted while fucking him. You froze, then both of you started laughing and he said it was okay to keep going. Sometimes you guys just have normal conversations while having sex. it’s kind of adorable how embarrassed he gets when you’re so casual about it.

Wax Play- this is the kinkiest he is, and it’s more for you than for him. He loves seeing the colorful wax drip off your body, and how you hiss in pain and pleasure. He always chooses colors that compliment your eyes, skin, or hair. He might take pictures of it and claim it to be art. Don’t worry, he’d never show anyone without your permission.

Bondage- this is more for him than for you. He doesn’t know why, but being restrained and helpless kind of turns him on. Especially if you’re role playing hero/villain or villain/civilian and you’re the villain who’s toying with the poor failed hero or innocent victim.

Eijiro Kirishima/ Red Riot

Soft Dom- this man is so respectful, and so scared of hurting you. He’d be so gentle and sweet to you. Expect lots of praise and soft kisses as he fucks up into you. He’s so gentle with your body, like you’re made of glass.

Voyeurism- He loves watching you, in any kind of sense. Found out about his kink when you left the bathroom door open as you showered. He came into your dorm to study and couldn’t find you. Peeked in the bathroom and boom- instant boner

Underwear- he’s kind of a pervert and will steal your dirty underwear and press it against his face to smell you as he jerks off. Don’t be surprised if your underwear goes missing and then you find it a few days later.... in his room.

Edging- he loves to tease you. This is usually used as a punishment when he’s mad at you. He’ll bring you right to the ends of an orgasm then pull away, laughing you when you whine and cry for release.

Hair Pulling- this is more for him, it shows him that you feel so good with him fucking you that you lose yourself and just grasp at whatever you can. It’s so hot to him.

Quirk Play- He was a little reluctant to do this at first, but after he tried using his quirk on his dick, he realized that it would be so fucking hot. His dick gets harder and tougher, please don’t try and jerk him off it’s like jerking off a pole. He gains an inch in length and diameter. Hard hard mini-Kiri will have you screaming.

Mirio Togata/ Lemillion

Praise/ Body Worship- this man is so sweet- you really expect him to degrade you? No no never. You’re his sweet, precious, baby, and he needs you to understand that he loves you with all his heart and needs to make you feel good. Your body is a temple, and he is but a humble worshipper.

Creampies- he loves filling you up with his cum, then holds your legs up so he can watch it drip out of you. Even better if you let him eat it out of you. His favorite thing to do is rub your belly after he cums in you.

Cuckholding- he’d only want to do this with Tamaki or Nejire, where two of you fuck and the other has to watch. He’d fuck you in front of them or them in front of you, or the two of you would fuck and he’d be watching.

Threesomes- is there anything better than not participating? Yes. Participating. Send post. Also he’s a fuckboy so he’ll be asking for someone different to have sex with both of you every week. It’ll definitely get annoying.

Quirk Play- you really think he hasn’t done that porn trope of sticking his dick through the shower wall for a blow-job? And I’m sure he’s had you in his lap and fucked you through both of your clothes.

Humiliation- he loves to embarrass you. Whether it’s by saying something super lewd, making you look at where he’s fucking you, moving your face to make eye-contact with him, or just teasing you.

Recording/ Porn- he takes lots of pictures and videos of you during sex. Keeps them or personal use and to show you. Expect to get fingered as you both watch you suck his dick on his phone.

Shoto Todoroki/ Shoto

Shower Sex- he doesn’t know what it is about it- maybe it’s the trust you have in him to keep you from slipping, maybe it’s the water running down your body, maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing something so dirty in a place meant for cleanliness, he just loves it.

Mirror Sex- he loves to put you in a full Nelson in front of the mirror, tells you how amazing you look. He’ll slow down if you look away or close your eyes. He wants you to see “just how beautiful you looked all fucked out on his cock.” He also wouldn’t mind you jerking him off and making him cum on the mirror.

Soft Sex- he’s very gentle, both physically and verbally. He’s so afraid to hurt you. His favorite position is the lotus position, so you can see each other’s faces and you’re so close to each other. Loves it when you hug him during sex.

Mutual Masterbation- this happened more before you were ready to have sex, and it’s just sweet to him. Getting to touch himself to the sight of you touching yourself. It feels so intimate and vulnerable.

Quirk Play- this is saved for your more... arousing escapades. The little swirls of ice making fractals on your skin looks like art. He will heat up his skin but won’t use fire. Hope you’re cool with him pushing misshapen ice cubes into you or being restrained with huge chunks of ice. He’s sure to help warm you up afterwards.

Breath Play- this is the most kinky he’s going to get. He’s got a small oral fixation so if you choke him gently with your fingers in his mouth- hooh boy you’ve got him literally and figuratively wrapped around your finger. He also feels rather powerful to have his fingers curled around your neck.

Erotica/ Written Porn- this was discovered when you showed him regular Porn and he wasn’t into it. You pulled up an NSFW fanfiction and changed the names to yours and his. A few minutes later he was humping your leg, whining pitifully. The two of you have written erotica and then memorized it, recreating it in the bedroom countless times.

BONUS

Tamaki Amajiki/ Suneater

Shit wrong Tamaki-

There we go

Bottoming- you think this man has the confidence to top? Really? Really? No he’s much better on his knees for you, crying and begging for his master to touch his weeping cock. Poor little subby baby.

Food/ Quirk Play- you need his cock to be bigger? Horse meat, no problem. You want to get fucked by tentacles? He’s got plenty of Takoyaki on hand. He loves it when you poor syrup or honey on yourself and demand he lick it off you.

Degredetion- ever wonder why people who have low self-esteem usually have degrading kinks? Me too. But he has one. He wants to be manhandled into the bed and told what a worthless slut he is. Your little bitch in rut.

Boot Worship- he loves it when you put on combat boots or fancy heels and step on him. He’ll lick and kiss them as if you were a god. He’s very obedient. His favorite thing is when you press your shoe against his hard-on and tell him he doesn’t get to cum unless he really begs for it. Even better when he’s on his knees in front of you and you lift his chin with your foot. He will melt.

Master/Slave- he wants to serve you, he needs to make you feel good. You need to give him orders on how best to please you. Keep him on a leash and drag him to different corners of the room.

[nelson-et-murdock]

Foggy Nelson + Country Songs

5 Country Songs that would apply to a relationship with Foggy Nelson

I intended for these to be different points in the same relationship with Foggy. However, they are all written rather independently from each other with the exception of Better Together and Live Forever.

Warnings: Mentions of shitty exes

1)Cold As You - Luke Combs

This song would actually be how you even got him into country music, or at least realized he would be willing to listen to it if he knew that it would make you happy. Before the two of you had started dating, you each had your heartbroken by respective exes and decided to head to a little dive bar to get a few drinks in your system, as well as possibly do something you'd regret.

"How can he be so shitty?" you asked Foggy in reference to your now ex-boyfriend.

"I have no idea," Foggy said, three drinks in. "How could Marci?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a familiar guitar riff opening played through the speakers at the bar. "Even they know we pick the bad ones," you said quietly to Foggy as the music started.

When guys like me lose girls like you That's where we run to

"How do we always end up here anyway?" Foggy asked you, "I mean this exact spot when it happens."

"I mean it's either this or one of our apartments sans alcohol. Considering we're both heartbroken right now, this is the better option as hanging out sober right now would suck," you said with a smile, "Not that I don't like spending time with you."

And plenty damn many when you want one more Of this broke heart fool on an old bar stool Drinkin' beer almost as cold as you

"Maybe we just pick shitty people," Foggy said in one of your rants where you blamed yourself.

"Maybe you're right," you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

A bunch of good time numbers on the stall door A picture of you on a dart board Them cinder block walls ain't ever been cleaned Still ain't as dirty as you done me

By the time the chorus came around again, you and Foggy were both quietly singing along as the music filled your ears. "Since when you do you like country music?" you asked with a smile.

"Since you started playing it a lot when we hung out," he smiled down at you.

2.) Jolene - Dolly Parton

Jolene is a classic country song and anyone would know the words, country music fan or not. This being said it makes sense that Foggy would absolutely sing it with you.

Roughly a year into dating Foggy, you were cleaning in your shared apartment and had your playlist blasting through the speakers when he got home.

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

You sang along, dancing your way through the kitchen as you put things in their place. You were so caught up in the music and singing that you didn't hear the door unlock and Foggy walk in. "Your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain. And I cannot compete with you Jolene."

You smiled as you turned and saw Foggy standing in the entry to the kitchen and made your way over to him, carrying a spatula to use as a microphone and holding it out to him as he sang along. A smile crept onto your face as the apartment filled with the sound of his voice. "I love you," you said through laughter.

"I love you too," he said pulling you against him and planting a kiss to your forehead.

3.) Fire Away - Chris Stapleton

Honey, load up your questions And pick up your sticks and your stones And pretend I'm a shelter For heartaches that don't have a home Choose the words that cut like a razor And all that I'll say Is fire away

Fire Away by Chris Stapleton would honestly sum up your relationship with Foggy pretty nicely. When you first met Foggy, both of you were in relationships that weren't exactly stable. He was with Marci and you with someone you had met through some mutual friends.

However, when your prior relationship went south, you found it hard to trust anyone and were used to using arguing as a form of communication. Foggy knew this and did what he could to ensure you knew that you didn't have to yell to be heard by him. Despite this, it took a while to trust Foggy that way and to realize that the kindness he showed you at the beginning wasn't a ploy to get you to fall for him.

Take your best shot Show me what you got Honey, I'm not afraid Rear back and take aim And fire away

The two of you did get into occasional fights, usually over something small like cleaning or feeling neglected. The arguments were never anything serious and almost always resolved before bed or before one of you had to leave for work. You both knew that any argument you had needed to be resolved immediately and that if it couldn't be handled at that moment then the topic at hand wouldn't be brought up until it could be.

Well, I wish I could say That I've never been here before But you know and I know That I'll always come back for more Your love might be my damnation But I'll cry to my grave Fire away

Even with the arguing, your relationship with Foggy was the healthiest relationship you had ever been in. Yeah, you hated when you argued, even if the arguments were started by you, but you always would choose Foggy and the occasional arguments over anyone else. He felt the same. He'd rather spend eternity having to occasionally argue with you over a day with anyone.

The two of you brought out the best in each other and you wouldn't change it for the world. You both knew that there were other people that may seem to be a better fit for each other, especially looking in from the outside and seeing people who could cause the other large amounts of stress. You loved Foggy unconditionally and the feelings were reciprocated, baggage from previous relationships and all.

4.) Better Together - Luke Combs

Better Together is the song that was playing when Foggy realized he wanted to marry you. He had heard you listening to it one day and it got him thinking about how much you improved his life.

Some things just go better together and probably always will Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill ...... It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer And me, as long as you're right here

The first time he heard you listening to the song while you were cooking dinner as he got home from work, he smiled at you from the doorway to the kitchen. "Everything okay Fogs?" you asked him when you noticed his presence as the song ended.

"Yeah, just thinking about how lucky I am that you're in my life," he responded before making his way to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you did your best to continue cooking.

Later that night when you were in the shower, Foggy called Matt and told him about his plans to propose to you. "I'm going to need help from you and Karen but I am in love with her Matt," he said before hanging up when he heard the shower turn off.

Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown Your lipstick's stained every coffee cup that I got in this house The way you say, "I love you, too" is like rain on an old tin roof And your hand fits right into mine like a needle in a groove

In the week following his realization, Foggy spent time planning the perfect proposal that would be fitting for the two of you and bought a ring with the help of Karen.

Foggy began to grow increasingly nervous as the day grew closer. He worried about what you would say. The two of you talked about marriage and your future, and he knew you wanted a life with him but that didn't stop the worrying. He relished the small moments between the two of you, like the way you whispered how much you loved him and the way he saw your face light up when he got home earlier than normal, excited about the possibility of spending forever with you. Every day he got more excited to ask you to be his wife.

Foggy felt that he was made for you and he knew that you felt the same way or else you wouldn't be with him still.

And if I'm being honest, your first and my last name Would just sound better together and probably always will

The day that Foggy finally proposed, he took the day off work, citing that he just wanted to spend time with you and that Matt could handle the clients by himself that day. You already had the day off, having finished your work for the week ahead of schedule and not having a reason to go into your office.

The two of you spent the day together, doing random errands before Foggy took you to get your nails done. He heard from Karen that you would want them to look presentable when he proposed. "Why?" you asked him as he walked with you to the nail salon.

"Because it's been a while since you got to do them and I like the way it feels when they're done and you play with my hair," he responded, hoping that you wouldn't catch onto the plans that he had.

Later that night, the two of you went for a walk in the park, coincidentally meeting up with Karen and Matt. The four of you held small conversation before Matt whispered something in Foggy's ear and patted Foggy's shoulder, stepping away with Karen.

Before you realized what was happening, Foggy knelt down before you and opened a small black box. "I originally had wanted to do this in a much more extravagant way because you deserve everything. You make my life amazing and I don't want to spend another day only being your boyfriend. Will you marry me?" he asked.

Tears of happiness prickled your eyes as you nodded, "Of course," you responded with a nod. Foggy instantly stood up, pulling you into a hug so tight he lifted you off the ground before placing the ring on your finger.

"I love you," he said before pulling you in for a kiss.

"I love you too," you said with a smile as you pulled away.

5.) Live Forever - Kane Brown

After a long time planning your wedding with Foggy, the two of you decided on a relatively small ceremony that consisted of family and really close friends. The two of you decided on Live Forever to be your first dance song.

Life was just breathin' in and out Like a movie with the sound turned down It felt nothin' like I feel right now You said hello and set the room on fire Like technicolor in a jet black night Suddenly the sky's never been so clear Hey what you doin' in a thousand years?

The two of you had written your own vows for your wedding, feeling that it would be more sentimental that way and that nothing prewritten could sum up how you felt about each other.

"Franklin, I have loved you since the day we met. You have been the best thing to ever happen to me. Before you, life was just going through the motions and now I see joy and a purpose and it's because of you. You have made me the luckiest person on this planet and I can't thank you enough. My heart is full of love for you and the patience you have always shown me. I will always do any and everything for you to show you just how happy you make me and how grateful I will always be that you are in my life," you said, choking back tears as you spoke.

You tell yourself that you'll never grow old 'Til you find the hand you were meant to hold Now I never wanna see you one last time I never wanna know a kiss goodbye

When it came time for your first dance with Foggy, you were extremely nervous. "Why are you so nervous Mrs. Nelson?" Foggy asked as you grabbed your hand. "We've done this dance a hundred times in our kitchen it's nothing different," he told you with a smile.

"Because despite being with you for over 5 years now you make me feel like a high school girl with a major crush still," you responded as he led you to the dance floor.

As the two of you danced, you swear you fell more in love with Foggy with each step. "God, you're so beautiful. I'm so happy you're my wife," he whispered in your ear.

As the song ended, Foggy pulled you in for a kiss in the middle of the dance floor. "I love you, Mrs. Nelson," he said as he pulled away before kissing your forehead.

"And I love you, Mr. Nelson," you responded with a smile, "and I always will."

[anika-ann]

Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

You stared at the amber liquid, lazily making it roll in the glass with idle motions of your wrist. It reflected the rather soft lights of the bar, an exquisite game of colour you found fascinating enough to dull your mind and muffle the noise of the party.

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

Of course, Sharon could hardly move her birthday to make it more convenient for you, less so a party her colleagues had decided to throw for her. You knew Agent Carter for quite some time now; she had joined SHIELD about the same time as you, going through the same tough training. Except unlike you – and initially without your knowledge – she had an image to live up to.

You might even call her a friend, your chest bursting in pride for her when her hard work had finally borne some fruit and she had been promoted to an assistant director of the intelligence agency. Among other things, it earned her a lot of new potential friends.

You were hardly acting like one tonight, much to your own annoyance. But for some reason, you found it difficult to leave your momentary emotional baggage at the doorstep, slipping it off as easily as your coat. You had wished her all the best, conversed for a tiny bit and then happily made space for others, for the forming line of guests waiting to celebrate with her as well.

Then you retreated to your spot at the bar, possibly annoying the bartender, who would have been more delighted seeing some heavier drinker occupying your seat, tipping generously, instead of having you nursing each glass of alcohol for about two hours.

You weren’t even sure why you were still here; you had given up on the attempt on small talk with anyone, apparently unwittingly chasing away any potential company. And here you thought misery did love company – perhaps you were wrong, at least when it came to birthday parties of gorgeous women loved by everyone. You might as well pack up your bottom and sulk at home.

You were stubbornly shushing the voice in the back of your skull, whispering about knowing precisely why you remained in your seat; about feeling less alone here, despite being a literal loner in a crowd.

You downed the rest of the bitter scotch, basking in the burn which it left on its way down your throat, your eyelids slipping shut in content, the noise in your brain falling silent completely for few blissful moments.

“Party of one?” a male voice gently asked, the tinniest note of teasing in it and while your heart skipped a startled beat at being addressed, you felt the burn in your throat slip lower, warming your chest and causing the corners of your mouth turn up just a fraction.

 There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

 “Felt like crashing it?” you hummed in response, side-eyeing the intruder and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring back. He blindly waved off the eager bartender who was about to offer him a drink.

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

You sighed tiredly despite Steve’s kind teasing. Tonight was just… so exhausting. Tonight. Today. This week. Gah, this whole month. This fucking year--- okay, maybe you were exaggerating, because you were simply crossing the line, moving from relaxed buzzed drunk to a miserable one.

Battling with yourself, arguing whether you should send him to hell – nicely, because Steve was nothing but kind, he was always so kind, goddammit, gentle humour spiced with the ability to become an utter troll, still benign though, that was why you usually enjoyed his company so much after all-… – or call it a night.

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

You tilted your head to side as you looked at Steve properly, tight blue shirt flattering his supersoldier frame, black pants with desperately needed leather belt considering his thin waist, his blonde hair a mess, gaze fixed on you, observing. Always observing to read people, to anticipate behaviour, evaluate the threat; sometimes simply to be considerate, to… to be compassionate.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he shrugged it off, the curve of his lips more distinct than yours. As if he was offering to cheer you up. Sweet, but possibly vain effort tonight. Sometimes, things simply piled up and there was no escape. Such was the fate of a government agent. And human, for that matter. “Doesn’t look like much fun and I think it’s about to end anyway.”

“I guess…”

 Tryna stand up on my own two feet This conversation ain't comin' easily And darling, I know it's getting late So what do you say we leave this place?

 This time, Steve actually made an eye contact with the bartender, who eagerly rushed to him at instant. His excited expression fell when he noticed you were pulling out your wallet to close your tab. You didn’t have the strength to shoot him an apologetic smile.

Steve’s eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel them, and you wondered why. Until he spoke again, as soon as the other man left.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home,” he offered gentlemanly, coaxing you into saying yes, possibly unaware of the effect which such tone had on people.

Or perhaps he knew, using exactly that when he was trying to talk someone down, to calm them, gain their trust. The joke was on him, because it was a vain effort; you trusted him fully already. Surely, he knew that.

Right?

Trust was the solid base the team of Avengers needed and since you somehow found yourself with them, it involved you too. The team stood and fell on trust and mutual respect. But it meant so much more – they were friends. They cared about each other, about their well-being.

Right now, Steve was being a good friend and a good teammate.

And you were being exactly that too when you turned his kind proposition down.

“No, it’s fine. There are still some people who are actually able to speak coherently with you. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he pointed out, as if admonishing you for not noticing. Your eyebrow rose deliberately.

“…and?”

“And I’d feel better if you weren’t walking the streets alone,” he replied easily, ignoring the hint of snark in your comeback as you made your way to the coat-stand.

Still walking on the line of miserable and pleasantly buzzed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mean to him for such patronizing approach. He had been raised this way and despite his open mind and admirable respect to women, he slipped sometimes.

“Steve, I’m a SHIELD agent basically turned Avenger. I can take care of my-“

“But you don’t have to. And-” He gestured subtly back towards the bar and a metaphorical lightbulb flickered above your head.

Not patronizing then, god forbid chauvinist; Peggy Carter would rise from the death to beat him with his own shield, with Natasha’s enthusiastic help, if he was showing any sign of aforementioned qualities and he was well-aware of that.

Just mother-henning then, the way Steve excelled at.

It brought the first honest smile of the night to your lips. You made sure to face him so he could see how wholesome his company was for you.

“I’m not too drunk, Steve. I had like two glasses of scotch,” you assured him, gently brushing his forearm before reaching for your coat and scarf. “And two beers.”

“I know,” he stated, stealing your coat only to hold it out for you to slip into it.

God, the woman who would once win his heart was about to be one lucky bitch.

Jim has never done this for me, flashed through your mind and you instantly shushed the whining voice in your head. Instead, you went over what he just said, blinking in surprise.

Huh? He… knew?

“I… might have kept an eye on you,” he admitted tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder before retreating and letting you to cocoon in the fabric.

“Why?”

Why would he keep an eye on you? Sure, teammates and friends and all that, but for some reason, you doubted he kept an eye on Tony, the only other Avenger (beside Steve, not Steve and you, you don’t count, a voice hissed in your mind and you winced) who attended the party, not being on any mission at the moment.

Why did Steve feel like you needed a chaperone?

No, that was too harsh of a word for him, you were certain his intentions were everything but malicious, but… why?

 Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

 The genuine wonder must have been audible in your voice, much like your shock must have been clear in your expression, because Steve seemed sheepish all of sudden, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I mean, I know that you probably wouldn’t-“ he started, only to grimace. “It’s not that I think you’re an alcoholic! It’s just that... you--- and it’s only been-…“

-four days since you got dumped, you finished the unspoken sentence and tried your best to ignore the cold seeping into your bones at the reminder.

One of the reasons why you had been in a sour mood and deciding to drink alone. Your amazing asshole of a boyfriend had dumped you, metaphorically kicking you while you had already been down. Lovely.

“-I was worried. But you didn’t look like you were interested in having company, I didn’t want to be a bother and-“

You pulled Steve out of his misery by placing a hand over his forearm, which stopped the words spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

He was actually being very sweet and thoughtful. It kinda made you feel bad, because… you weren’t looking for dragging someone down with you. As it was, he had his own reasons to not be happy about partying tonight, but feeling like he had to keep an eye on you probably didn’t help to lift his spirits.

“-and you had to spend some time with the woman of the hour,” you finished instead of him slowly, hoping you sounded at least half as thoughtful as he did and that you didn’t appear to be the greatest bitch, stealing attention from Sharon. “That’s understandable, Steve. It is her birthday party and I’m the one being antisocial.”

You bit down your lip, lowering your gaze, because the infamous worried wrinkle appeared on Steve’s forehead and you just knew he was about to protest and you… honestly felt bad about your behaviour and the welcoming colour of his eyes was not helping to make you feel any better, because of course he probably thought it was perfectly normal to look out for you instead of allowing himself to enjoy the night and- ugh.

“You… you shouldn’t have to look out for me. Your attention could have been fully on the birthday girl.”

Naturally, Steve Rogers basically shrugged it off. Covering your hand on him with his large palm, he slouched to look into your eyes once more. Insistent bastard, no doubt aware of your inability to say no to his amiable face.

“That’s what friends are for. Now, can I walk you home?”

You shook your head with a sad smile, rising your gaze towards the ceiling, hoping it came out as an exasperation at his stubbornness and not as it truly was – you in fact attempting to keep your tears at bay, because, miserable drunk, dumped four days ago apart from other things and there he was, asshole perfect, Steve fucking Rogers, gentleman and friend extraordinaire, caring for your well-being more than Jim ever had.

A twinkle appeared in his eye when he recognized he won and you chuckled, sealing his victory out loud.

“Yes, Steve. You can walk me home. It’s conveniently located on the way to yours.”

He smirked when he shrugged on his own coat. “Happy coincidences…”

 There's something in the way I wanna cry That makes me think we'll make it out alive So come on and show me how we're good I think that we could do some good, mhm

 Once you left the bar, silence fell on you, feeling heavy as did the cold November air.

Heavy and awkward. While you could tell with certainty you were barely affected by the alcohol you had drunk, your steps were wobbly, knees shaky as if you were a baby horse trying to stand up for the first time.

Steve walked by your side, majestic in his thigh-length coat, hands snugged in its pockets only halfway as if he was waiting for you needing his support. It irritated you as much as it warmed your heart.

On top of everything, you would swear every lone person you met stared at you, staring you up and down until they seemed to register Steve’s imposing frame and quickly went back to their business. It annoyed you to no end; it was just proving Steve’s point that you shouldn’t walk the streets alone at such hour, government agent or not.

“I would have been fine, you know,” you hummed, cautiously breaking the relative quiet.

It was never truly quiet in New York City, only rush hours alternating with calmer ones. You didn’t mind it; you enjoyed the city. Sometimes quiet meant that thoughts won the opportunity to become too loud; tonight, for some reason, despite the silence, Steve prevented that ever since he joined you.

It dawned to you then, how ungrateful you sounded and you quickly added “But thanks.” –  a whisper full of honesty.

“Uh-huh.”

Perhaps the silence weighted so much because your mood wasn’t the only cause of it.

Steve was showing you that he worried; surely, you could as well? Because you did, worry about him that was.

“…are you? Okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked distractedly, but you could hear the frown on his face, the image of his nose scrunched in confusion painted in front of your eyes even without looking at him.

“Just… today-” you nudged him once more and vaguely eyed your watch only to be reminded that ‘today’ was a confusing term. “Or, more like, yesterday…”

A sharp inhale was drawn at your side and you could sense as he started closing off, putting up his walls so no one would catch a scent of his weakness. You hated when he tried to do that. You would have thought you were past that. You liked to consider you two friends at least.

Tonight was simply not your night. Of either of you, apparently.

“What about it-?“

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Were you truly such a crappy company, an insensitive friend or was there something sorrowful and cranky in the air, preventing your communication channels from tuning to the same frequency?

You were aware what the day meant for him – another painful reminder of what he had lost with crashing the plane in the forties only to wake up in a new millennium.

Though this particular loss – of his mother – haunted him even back in what some people called his days. It was an utter non-sense. Steve belonged there as much as he belonged here. He was brave enough to try and stubborn enough to succeed in fitting in.

“Nothing, I guess,” you sighed once more, this time rolling your eyes. “…Mr. Nothing Can Touch Me.”

The wry nickname hung in the air for a while, the faint noise of the night city washing over your pair. When Steve broke it again, there was a barely audible crack in his voice.

“I… I’m okay. I think. I… should be. It’s been so long. Decades,” he mused, turning his gaze to the sky. His eyes glistened and if you didn’t know him, hadn’t witnessed his walls lowering before, you would have thought it was just the streetlights reflecting.

You knew better. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his, not remembering when his hands had left his pockets. You were grateful for it now, especially when he didn’t retrieve from your touch instantly.

“Not for you,” you pointed out quietly, rewarded by the softest squeeze of his warm hand.

The heaviness and tension you had felt before resolved with the gesture. Something finally fell into place and you were almost you again and he was almost him.

Two figures, carrying their griefcases, but functioning and… harmonizing once more.

“How did you know?”

“That’s what friends are for, Steve,” you echoed his earlier words, sending a tiny smile his way, meeting his glassy gaze. “They remember important dates, good or bad.”

“No one else did. Not that I can actually hold it against Buck, of course... but no one… you…” his voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought – or perhaps he had never truly directed it to the station in the first place.

Your shoulders moved a fraction, a hint of a shrug-off. His hand wrapped around yours tighter in silent appreciation, not showing any sign of intending to let go.

And you were alright with that. More than alright.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

His presence was always immense, overwhelming even; yet so comfortable you didn’t have the slightest problem with opening your heart to him, offering it to him even when it was bleeding. And now, finally tuned together, it was no different.

You bared your heart to him, even if it hurt.

“She didn’t make it,” you whispered, voice pained in the dead of the night and he didn’t react, letting you to gather strength to elaborate. You cleared your throat as the lump grew in it.  “Kayla, one of the kids… from last week’s mission. I found out yesterday… she-she didn’t make it, she had too many injuries. Word is that perhaps it was even a blessing. A relief.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve repented, his grip growing stronger just a fraction, enough to make your chest and eyes burn.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Whatever he heard in your voice, it caused his fingers twitch in your hand, his footsteps slowing down. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Wasn’t it? If I was faster, if I-“

Steve stopped in his tracks completely, pulling at your hand to make you do the same and face him.

You closed your eyes when his blue ones met them, unable to stand the urgency in them. His free hand curled around your shoulder, caressing in attempt at comfort.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that to yourself.” Hypocrite, you threw back at him in your mind, stubbornly keeping your eyelids shut, simply knowing that if you saw the sincerity in his gaze in addition to the fervour he spoke with, you might actually believe him. “You did your best. I know that, Nat and Buck know, everyone does. A monster you helped to put behind bars hurt the kids. Not you. You saved so many lives.”

You shook your head with a sigh, staring straight ahead as you turned on your heels and continued your path. Steve, never letting go of your hand, followed reluctantly.

“Sometimes I think he might have been right, you know?”

Peripherally, you saw him frown again and you cursed yourself for drinking – it untangled your tongue and his stupid face made your spill your guts to him, vomit emotion. You weren’t too secretive about your feelings most of the time, but damn, you hated how alcohol pushed your boundaries of sharing them.

“… Jim. He said that maybe I should give it up. That I’m just running alongside you, heroes, pretending to be one of you, but in the end, I’m not even close to being as good-“

Steve’s feet took roots in the ground, his steely grip forcing you to stop – as long as you wanted to keep your hand attached, which yeah, you kinda did.

“I feel like taking a detour now,” he muttered darkly and for a short moment, confusion was everything you felt, blissfully overtaking the anger, the sorrow, the helplessness and the feeling of utter uselessness.

“Huh?”

“Where does Jim live?” Steve spitted out the name venomously and you couldn’t help the wave of affection washing over you. Affection towards this treasure of a man who apparently wanted to punch another human being because it offended his friend. “He has no business saying something like that. Especially if his bullshit actually affects you-”

“Steve, he wasn’t wrong, I’m just-“ you sputtered, caught off guard when you registered the fire in his glare.

“We all make mistakes. But that’s beside the point, because you didn’t even make any that day. I read the report, and I know you, you put everything you got and more into the rescue mission. How can he-“ he hissed, literally taking a calming breath as both of his hands balled into fist.

Well, one of them only nearly, since it was still holding yours. It actually stung a bit, the bones in your hand close to grinding against each other.

“-I haven’t met him many times, but if he said that instead of comforting you after an incredibly draining mission, then I’m glad that that asshole is gone from your life. … though I would still appreciate his address.”

Blinking away the few stray tears that welled up, you forced a smile as Steve’s strict glare found yours. It felt good, seeing his indignation; having someone else exasperated on how Jim had reacted. He should have given you a hug and hold you tight; that was what you would wish for. Instead, he told you to stop complaining and when you accused him of not supporting you, he called you a whiny bitch who should make up her damn mind and broke things off.

You deeply appreciated Steve’s display of chivalry, hell, you half-considered giving away the address just so Jim would hear someone else agreeing with you, but you were honestly just tired. And you had a feeling Steve wouldn’t stay only at words and seeing any more blood, any more aggression would have been too much for you tonight.

Tonight, you… you needed serenity and comfort.

“…thank you. That… that means a lot. But… maybe just walk me home? Please? Could you walk me home, Steve?” you pleaded softly, barely audible, not caring it sounded like weeping of a needy child.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the last thing you resembled in Steve’s eyes. Your imploring gaze, vulnerable and open, it moved something inside him, his anger silenced for the moment, leaving him defenceless, unable to say no. Not that he had an intention to do so. He always had trouble saying no to you.

So he forced his fists to relax, running his thumb over the back of your hand and whispered the only word that made sense.

“Always.”

You settled back to the comfortable silence after that.

 Walk me home in the dead of night 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind Say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on

 You reached the Tower hand in hand.

Neither of you released the other. Not during the elevator ride, not when you walked the halls lined with doors leading to each’s private quarters.

You were still holding onto each other when you came to a stop in front of your door; rest assured, Steve Rogers would lead you right to your door even if his was only at the end of the very same corridor.

Standing nearly chest to chest, his eyes bored into yours with seriousness that surprised you.

“For the record, you do a great deal of good,” he reassured you, saying it as if he truly meant it. It tugged at your heart, sweet and bitter. “You’re amazing and you’re the most authentic of all of us. I admire you.”

That claim caused you to chuckle. Now he was laying it on a bit thick, downright exaggerating.

“You admire me? Steve, that’s really nice of you to say, but don’t be ridi-“

Your words died in your throat when his large palm splayed over your cheek, cradling it gently. When the paddle of his thumb swiped over your other cheek, soft smile playing on his lips, his irises bright with a promise, time seemingly stopped along with your heart.

“And you’re a great friend to the whole team, a wonderful person. Do me a favour and finally learn to accept a compliment,” he asked of you in hushed voice, the electric blue and green of his eyes locking you in. “If he didn’t praise you enough for you to get used to it, he was doing something wrong.”

You gulped, a silly association with the word ‘praise’ allowing you to break from the cage of his gaze that had previously had your mind gone blank.

“I’m not a dog to be praised, Steve…”

One corner of his lips – and when did they got so close anyway? – twitched. And then a tender kiss landed on your forehead, just the softest brush of lips against your skin. The gesture, utterly incomprehensible for you, had your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m very much aware. Believe me, doll, I know. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

You only nodded at the ridiculous statement – why was he thanking you? – too perplexed at the fact his lips had made contact with your skin. When did you cross the line towards the delusional drunk?

His fingertips caressed your face as he let go, wishing you to have a good night. Too baffled, you were unable to respond until he had already made his way to his door and you suddenly missed the warmth of his presence.

Breaking free from your haze, you acted on impulse, apparently startling him when you called his name out of blue so urgently.

“Steve!”

Whipping his head around to look at you, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Uh… are you ready to go to bed or… or maybe… would you like to watch a movie or something?” With me?

I don’t think I’m ready to be alone. Ready to be without you.

Even from the distance, you would swear you saw his lips spread in a slow honey-sweet smile.

“I think I’d like that,” he called out lowly. “Ten minutes? I’ll get the blankets. You pick the movie.”

“See you in ten then.”

You pretended that your heart didn’t flutter, sending a wave of familiar tingle through your chest and to your fingers, as you slipped inside your room with your mouth curled up in a content smile.

 Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong There is so much wrong There is so much wrong going on outside

*✧･ Bonus *✧･

If Tony found them two and half hour later, closing credits rolling, the pair curled up and cuddling on the couch, you fast asleep in Steve’s arms, and he noticed that the supersoldier was in fact only faking to avoid an interrogation from the Ironman himself, he didn’t mention it. He just whispered to FRIDAY to turn off the TV and turn off the dimmed lights completely.

He hoped Rogers would treat you the way you deserved, unlike the man who now had farts announcing a received e-mail or texts, unable to change it, and a laptop turning on randomly, dead-pale children staring at him from the screen with hollow eyes and in clothes dripping water. Tony would hate to have to hack more tech again just to avenge your broken heart without your knowledge any time soon.

He’d rather suffer watching the two of his friends being disgustingly sweet on each other.

Probably.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

S.R. masterlist

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

Silent thanks to the person who came up with the word ‘griefcase’ as an alternative to emotional baggage.

Also, I’m pretty sure songfics aren’t supposed to be so long... oops?

Thank you for reading!

[slasherhaven]

What would the slashers think when found out that s/o can tame any animal, for example s/o can tame dogs and make then become Guard dog.

The Slashers reacting to their S/O being able to tame animals:

Thomas Hewitt

Some rabid dogs got onto the land. Hoyt had gone to ‘deal with them’ but as soon as you saw him grabbing a shotgun, you assured him that you would handle it. He handed you the gun but you placed it down, you didn’t need it. 

Hoyt wants guard dogs. As soon as Hoyt sees that you have tamed them and gain their trust, he wants you to train them as guard dogs. You have a softer hand than him though, as does Tommy.

Thomas is impressed and loves the new additions to the family. Watching you gain the trust of those dog was very impressive, Thomas was in awe of you, as usual. They instantly took a liking to him and the feeling was mutual, the two of you are given the responsibility of caring for them. Hoyt says that the two of you are too soft on them, but instantly backs off when they give him a warning growl.

Jason Voorhees

Jason loves watching you interact with animals. Living in the woods gives you perfect access to them. They all seem so at ease around you, you’re able to feed anything out of the palm of your hand, and he loves watching that. It fills him with a sense of peace. He also loves how much respect you have for the woods and the animals living in it. You’re like his very own Snow White.

You rehabilitate any injured animals you come across. You always seem to have at least one recovering animal in or around the cabin. Ranging from full grown deer to baby birds. This makes Jason fall in love with you even more, your kind and caring nature make him feel all fuzzy inside. You’re so gentle with them and they trust you.

Brahms Heelshire

A stray dog had limped onto the grounds. It was injured and that was enough for you to go and take action, earning its trust, bringing it into the house, and tending to its injured leg. By the time the poor thing was ready to leave, the two of you had formed an attachment to each other. It wouldn’t leave.

Loves your nurturing nature but wants your attention. Brahms loves watching you take care of things, he just wishes you were taking care of him. Now, you weren’t neglecting Brahms by any means, but his jealously kicks up whenever he sees you scratching behind the dog’s ear. Once the dog starts to warm up to him, he starts to relax about it. It was too bad and it could protect the house from intruders. Give Brahms enough kisses and he’ll come around to keeping the animal.

Bo Sinclair

There had been been a pack of stray dogs in the woods that had everyone uneasy. You had all heard them, even seen them from time to time. They had never come too far into town but the threat was always there. When they finally did come into town, Bo wanted to handle it with a shotgun but you stopped him. He hates to admit it but he was impressed, but now he had a bunch of dogs running around his town, following on your heel at most times.

He wants guard dogs and says you’re too soft. He thought that he could get some good use out of them, have them ready to chase down victims when they escape or something along those lines. While you said that you would allow that to an extent, you were far too kind to them, at least in Bo’s opinion. He just grumbles when you tell him that you need them to trust and like you, otherwise you could end up right back where you started with them.

Vincent Sinclair 

There had been been a pack of stray dogs in the woods that had everyone uneasy. You had all heard them, even seen them from time to time. They had never come too far into town but the threat was always there. When they finally did come into town, Bo wanted to deal with it, but you had other plans. Vincent was worried about you going anywhere near them but you assured him you would be fine. And he was very impressed as you earned their trust, getting them to eat out of your hand and sit for you.

Bo wants guard dogs, you and Vincent are too soft. Bo will complain about this for the foreseeable future. You have a bunch of scary dogs at your disposal and the two of you are cuddling with them rather than training them to attack victims, he doesn’t get it. Vincent doesn’t like the idea of training them to attack or fight though, he’s glad that you agree with his gentler touch.

Lester Sinclair 

There had been been a pack of stray dogs in the woods that had everyone uneasy. You had all heard them, even seen them from time to time. They had never come too far into town but the threat was always there. But the two of you had encountered them outside of town, thinking that they wanted to rip of both apart. You handled it though and before Lester knew it, you were sitting on the ground, sharing your lunch with them. He loves dogs so once he realises they aren’t aggressive with him anymore, he’s sitting right beside you, helping you feed them,

Jonesy gets a bunch of new friends. You know how to introduce them to Jonesy carefully, and thankfully they all seem to get along. Bo nearly has a heart attack when the two of you come into town with a pack of dogs on your heel. But they’re nothing to fear, not when they’re all playing or cuddling with you and Lester back home.

Bubba Sawyer 

A pack of rabid dogs got onto the property. Drayton wanted to deal with it by shooting at them, of course, but you convinced him to give you a chance to handle it. He didn’t have any faith in you but was proven wrong. Bubba was amazed, extremely impressed, as you tamed the dogs and earned their trust. And they love Bubba, he’s a little cautious when you bring them to him but as soon as they start licking his hands, he melts and is happy to keep them.

Drayton wants to turn them into guard dogs but they like to cuddle with Bubba. Drayton wants a pack of hellhounds to protect the property but whenever he goes to try to convince you to train them, the dogs are all piled up on top of Bubba, taking their afternoon nap...yeah, that’s not going to happen. It infuriates Drayton but you think it’s adorable.

Otis Driftwood 

The two of you encountered a stray dog, a mean one. At least Otis had moved to protect you, pulling you behind him and reaching for his gun, but you stopped him, grabbing his hand and asking him to let you try something.

Is impressed but won’t admit that. He allows it but he’s holding his gun the whole time, ready to shoot if he had too. But before he knew it, you were kneeling down in front of the dog as it nuzzled its nose into your palm. Okay, that’s pretty impressive since it was trying to kill you only moments before.

He wants to turn the poor thing into a killing machine, you’re more kind hearted. He saw how mean it was before you tamed it, he wants to use that to his benefit...but that’s pretty difficult when he finds you cuddled up with the dog on his bed, sleeping with your head on its back. He’s just going to have to accept that this isn’t the monster he had hoped for, but he does cheer up when he sees just how protective it is of you when a new victim shows up.

Baby Firefly

Loves your kind heart and your skills. Baby is very impressed when she sees you taming and earning the trust of the dog, and she’s smiling when she sees how affectionate you are with it, showing the animal that they need not fear you.

Looks like the family is getting a new puppy! She’s more accepting of the dog not being violent or aggressive. And she will call it a puppy no matter how old or how large the dog is. She’s happy to keep it, especially when she sees how good you are with it.

Yautja (Predator)

Endlessly impressed by you. This is definitely the type of skill that would impress your mate. Seeing you earn the trust of various animals, whether you’re tending to an injury or just calming them down so that they don’t attack, he is impressed and just admires you.

Wants to test you a little. He just wants to know what other animals you can tame or bond with like that. This is a skill that you should build on, that you should be proud of. He’s very encouraging and very proud of you.

You might get yourself a whole lot of alien pets. Can you tame alien animals? If so, your mate could just explode from overwhelming pride. He has taught you all about these creatures so it makes sense that you would be able to use your knowhow on them as well. And if you want to keep one, he has a really hard time saying no. You will at least have your very own Yautja hound, it’s his gift to you!

[blackcatclawsout]

Majima x Reader- Bento Box

I also post to AO3 under the same username!

Morning was always her favourite time of the day. Y/N stirred in her shared bed, nestling into the arms that were already wrapped around her. Majima seemed to already be awake; his grip tightened and drew her closer. He peppered her cheeks and forehead in light kisses, giggling at her sleepy groaning. She swatted away his face, chuckling softly.

"No, I have morning breath," she whined, smirking as he drew her near.

They laid in bed motionless, letting dawn's light hit their blanketed bodies. Everything was soft and warm, as the rising sun began to wake greater Tokyo. Y/N could stay like this forever, pressed against his chest, breathing in Majima. He rarely took showers at night, so she always caught a bit of his cologne in their morning cuddles. Stealing glances at her beau, she saw his face, softened as he breathed softly. She admired his thin face and his high cheekbones. Y/N gently reached up, rubbing the backs of her fingers across his motionless face. She cupped his cheek. Majima's eye opened, locking with her. His grey eye was softened in moments like these, pupil lazily dilating as he stared back at her. Catlike blinks between the two of them communicated their mutual appreciation for the silent moment they were currently sharing. Y/N's eyes darted towards his thin-lipped mouth. The hand she rested on his lean chest felt his heart speed up. The anxious pattering edged her to lean in closer. A giddy feeling rose from her stomach, compelling her to shut her eyes in excitement. The harsh melody of the phone cut through their synchronized breathing.

"Son of a..." Majima muttered, immediately turning to his bedside stand. Y/N sat up, calming her still fast-beating heart. "Nishida, d'ya even know what time- No, I haven't since... Fuck. I'll be there in a sec." He sighed, hanging up. Majima sat on the edge of the bed, fingers massaging his temple. His lover crawled to him slowly, resting a hand on his shoulder. Before she could ask, he stood up, turning around to face her. 

"Shit's hit the fan, I gotta go." His hand extended, resting on top of her head. Fingers wandered absent-mindedly through her locks as his eyes flickered over her partly covered figure. His brows were once again furrowed.

"I understand. You better get going." She nodded, smiling up at the older man. His lips parted slightly, almost to say something, but pressed together again. He sauntered to the washroom, closing the door behind him. Y/N glanced at the clock on Majima's side table.

5:56... yikes. No wonder Goro was pissed off. He doesn't usually get up for another half hour. 

She stretched as she got up, wrapping a robe around herself as she left the bedroom. Something Y/N had slowly grown accustomed to in her partnership to Majima was bento boxes. The idea of making someone a packed lunch seemed… childish to her; at least it did at first. She vaguely remembered her mother making her lunch when she was a child, probably because she couldn't be trusted to pack her own. She had learned quickly to become independent, fiercely so, and the thought of relying on someone else to make her lunch seemed strange to her. It wasn't until Goro explained that she caught the appeal.

"When you're a kid, your mom made one of them for you and your dad. It always had great shit in there- homemade and sometimes with cute decorations. Now, she only did this for you an' your ol' man, the two people she shoulda loved most. So when ya girl makes it, it means she loves ya!"  He flashed a cheeky grin as he explained. Y/N just cocked her head.

"You... don't think of your mom when you eat it?" She asked warily, causing him to burst with laughter.

"Hell no, I don't! I just think of my girl, and how lucky I am to have her." he leaned forward, pecking her cheek as he finished. 

Y/N washed the rice absent-mindedly as she thought back to then. A smile graced her lips as she turned the machine on to hum, beginning to make other parts of his lunch. There was a big learning curve at first; the rice balls would always fall apart, or she’d mess up some recipe. Far too often she had left out an element from the lunch box, only to find it waiting on the counter. Despite it all, Majima took a bento each day, calling after he finished to compliment her work. His praise motivated her, even driving her to go to a local bookstore, looking for any sort of help. Slowly, her skills improved. Her routine became more integrated and quicker with each passing day.

After a short while, she looked at her handy work. The layer bento was stuffed full of edamame, onigiri with fish, steamed vegetables, and leftover meat from their dinner before. She felt proud of her handiwork, even if it wasn’t perfect. Y/N glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall. 

It’s been almost 20 minutes... He should be ready soon.

She packed the food up, tucking his chopstick into the small plastic container. After ensuring everything was ready to go, she padded back to the bedroom, looking around for her lover. Muttering leaked out of their washroom, prompting her to follow the growling. 

“Hey, Goro-chan… You’ll need to be heading out soon,” She popped her head into the doorway,  smiling as she saw him already finished. He turned to face her, an exasperated look already carved into his face. 

“Those assholes…” He sighed as he walked towards her, He was dressed in his usual suit jacket and black leather pants. She could still smell the dampness in his hair and his body wash- one of her favourite smells. Y/N gave a soft smile to him. 

They didn’t often talk about his work, they met in spite of it, and he seemed to prefer to keep it that way. When they first met, he was insistent that he was a businessman- he looked the part then too. At the time, his hair was long and neat, his suit always pressed and clean; he had kept himself well-groomed with a clean shaved face, so it wasn’t much of a stretch then. Of course, life got in the way and they fell apart, only connecting years later by chance. The drastic change in his appearance tipped her off that he was into… different work by now. But she respected his privacy. She wasn’t oblivious by any means; Y/N meticulously knew what he did and where he was most days. After a few months of being together, she began receiving text messages from Nishida, informing her on where his boss was, especially during late evenings. They chatted frequently, even going into topics not associated with work. He was her confidant and seemed to share the image of Majima that she had. 

Goro finished with his hair and came to the doorway, kissing her cheek before heading out of the bathroom. He picked up a few things he left out on the bed before also leaving the bedroom. She tidied the washroom, bringing out the damp towel that smelled like him, and tiding the bedspread before also leaving.

“See ya! I’m off!” Majima called from the door. 

“Call you later!” She echoed from the laundry room, “Have a good day!” She waited for the door to click shut before she continued with the laundry. Household chores weren’t her favourite, she didn’t enjoy doing laundry or cooking. But if it was left up to the two of them, both Majima and Y/N would starve and live the remainder of their days on earth as nudists. On her days off, she tried to get everything done quickly, leaving the remainder of the day to read or do whatever else she pleased. Y/N stretched as the washing machine began to purr lightly. She sighed as she looked around for something else to do.

Can’t seem to find anything else… Guess it’s time for breakfast.

Padding to the kitchen, she used the remainder of the food prepared from before to make herself food. She hummed happily as egg sizzled and soup came to a soft boil. The fragrant embrace of food brought her a joy that nothing else in the world could, and she almost hated to admit it. It was half-way through her rendition of some pop song from the radio that she noticed something in the corner of her eye, sitting on the countertop. Turning she noticed it was the bento box she made. Y/N held the container in her hands, turning it over lightly. She felt her brow furrow slightly, thinking of what to do. Should she bring it to him? Glancing at the clock she sighed,

It’s 7:00 am… If I get ready soon I can drop this off and pop around Kamurocho for a bit

It was 10:30-ish when she was dressed and ready to head out. Just because of the occasion, she decided to wear a knee-length black skirt and a simple creme blouse, pairing them with black penny loafers. She admired her reflection in the hallway mirror, her makeup light and perfect for a sunny afternoon out. Y/N made sure to gently tuck in the bento box to the fabric bag she had slung around her shoulder and headed out for the day. 

Navigating the subways always seemed daunting during rush hour, so she grew thankful when she patted down the steps to find the underground mostly empty. It was a short walk through the underground mall to where she needed to go; the large hall filled with all ages shopping for what they needed. Sweet vendors sold their succulent items to the newly freed students, groups of teenage girls fawned over the newest character items displayed, some with their boyfriends. A light smile played over Y/N’s face as she too had been that way when she was younger. She understood the excitement contained within the first week off of school, how it drove young people to be out with their friends. As she left the mall area and came to her line, she noticed a pair of teens waiting. A boy and a girl stood side by side, rather stiffly. She eyed them, noticing the way they both twitched when talking to one another. How cute. She glanced down at her fabric bag.

I wonder what he was like when he was younger…

The train ride was about 20 minutes, dropping her off in the heart of Kamurocho. Despite the bright sun and lack of neon lights, people swarmed the warming streets, chatting and shopping to their heart’s content. The smell of grilled food, cigarettes, and sun-baked concrete filled her senses as Y/N darted through the crowd. Regardless of being the only foreigner for blocks, she was ignored completely by the other’s around her. It sometimes was the only redeeming quality of the busier areas. Endless roads seemed to carry on for miles, the farthest treks waving and fluttering in the edging midday heat. All of Kamurocho seemed to be gearing up for the impending festival season, which always impressed visitors from far and wide. Passing by, attendants called out in hopes of catching a customer, but their calls falling on deaf ears. The Millenium Tower loomed over the crowds in the bright sunlight, casting a sharp shadow; though it was a ways off, it still acted as a centre, or maybe more of a North star. She dawdled towards the quieter part of town where the Majima family office was located. She had vaguely remembered certain landmarks, like the worn down shrine that always seemingly had a fresh bowl of rice, or the old teahouse they had once stopped at. As she drew near the building, a tense feeling probed her stomach, though she had trouble understanding why. It was not like Goro was ever mean or told her not to come, yet she had the feeling like he had lived his life with her around his work, avoiding involving her in any regard. 

Y/N bit her lip anxiously; She would be lying to say she had not considered heading back. Simply calling him to warn him that he might have to eat out for today, or feign ignorance over his forgetfulness this morning. Yet, the prospect of doing anything else plagued her mind with guilt. Glancing at her watch, she decided to head in, despite it being only 11:22, as she’d rather be giving him his lunch early than late. She cautiously walked into the building,  immediately hit with a wall of air conditioning. She shivered in the artificial cool and looked about. The standard lobby was clean but dated and smelled of old carpet. Thinking back, Y/N had never gotten a good look at the inside, the most she saw was whatever she could see through the window the one time she saw Majima exit from here. The lobby only had a hallway attached, seemingly where the elevators and washroom would be. Gloomy plants sat destitute in the corner of the room. As she finished her look-over, her eyes settled on the high desk that rested on the left side of the room. Quietly, she approached.

The man sitting at the desk was middle aged and pudgy. His clothes and hair would have betrayed him for just another typical salary man and not someone who worked with the Yakuza. Several papers were strewn around him as he wrote on the one closest to him. As she stood waiting, she noticed the permanent fowl look on his face. It was decidedly funny when she realized it was the same face one makes at an offensive smell. Holding back a snicker, she spoke up. 

“Um, excuse me…” her voice almost was a whisper. The man whipped his head up, visibly confused. His eyes quickly jumped about her figure as he rose from his seat.

“No english. Out.” He rattled quickly in english, stepping from behind the desk. In her initial shock, he nearly dragged her to the door before she retracted her hand. 

“I’m here for-” She began.

“No english.” The man repeated once again, turning to face her.

“Is Majima Goro here?” She exclaimed loudly. The man froze where he stood, blinking owlishly at her. The air conditioning above them tousled both their hair, the moment silent, still and cold. He cleared his throat before straightening himself.

“Yes, I believe Majima-sama is in his office.” The man responded quietly, looking her over once more. Y/N sighed in relief, relaxing her own posture. 

“Thank you. Can you take me to him?” 

He shook his head softly, walking back to the desk, trailing her along dumbly. At first she thought he was refusing to help her anymore, but as he sat down, he reached for the desk’s phone and irritatedly called a short sequence. He muttered something under his breath before hanging up the phone and returning back to his papers. An awkward pause played as Y/N waited for any further instruction, standing dumbly in front of the pudgy man. Without warning, the elevator creaked opened, allowing two tall lean men to step out. She took that as her cue, and walked towards them. 

Confusion seemed to be the theme of the Majima family office; Both men took a second to look her over before jumping back into action, patting her down rather roughly. While they avoided the obvious areas, they did seem to paw her skirt a little belligerently. She bit her lip to bite back a rude comment, deciding that it wasn’t worth pissing off men who killed people for a living. When one tried to take her bag, she yelped causing them to jump slightly. Her face was hot as she opened the canvas bag herself, showing them the contents After an additional minute of snooping, they led inside the elevator adjacent; The three of them stood compactly to one another. Y/N felt them shift their body weight. The small box had no air conditioning, quickly undoing the chill she felt moments ago. Her heart beat began to pick up again as they climbed slowly to the third floor, seconds stretching to minutes. When they arrived, she was hit once again with the cooled air. 

The hallway was plain and for some reason nerve-wracking. The lack of scenery gave her less to take in as she tried to calm her beating heart. Checking and rechecking her bag, she made sure the food was in there. Her pulse was loud in her ears and her face felt hot. Why out of all the times she had given Majima a bento, this was the time when she was nervous about it? She thought back to their phone conversations after he had finished his lunch- Was he ever lying? What if he just threw it out at work and told her a pretty white lie? It was only an odd electricity in the room that made her tear her gaze from the bottom of the bag that she had been staring at.

Looking up, she found her gaze land on Goro Majima’s face, his brows furrowing as he looked over her.

“Y/N, are you alright?” His voice had an edge of concern as he stepped out a little from the doorway. She couldn’t help but find herself gawking- he felt too unreal to answer to. She had heard before that you often have trouble recognizing people when they are removed from the typical scenario you see them in; this seemed to be a prime example to her. Before she could answer, Majima led her into his office, draping his arm over her shoulder as he led her in. As she bustled in, he closed the door quickly behind them. 

Her eyes wandered over his office- It was small and rather boring, only a small katana on the wall suggested that he would actually use this space. It was surprisingly clean, save for a large desk which was scattered in various papers. The filing cabinets and tables were covered in papers as well, though neatly stacked into piles. It never had occurred to her that he would have done any other work besides physical. Her thoughts were stopped as Goro came into her view. His grey eye was dark and his brow creased, which only made him look older. His gloved hands rested on her shoulders, his gaze even with hers. 

“Are you alright, Y/N-chan?” His voice quivered slightly. Her face reddened in response, forcing her to break eye contact.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine..” she replied quietly.

A stale silence hung in the air before Majima straightened himself, hands dropping from her shoulders to hold her hands instead. He held her hands up, gently rubbing the backs of her knuckles.

“You’re not acting like yourself… What’s really happening?” His baritone voice was soft and pleading, making his concern more unbearable. The woman let out a shaky breath and urged herself to look at him. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth and her throat seemed dryer than moments before. 

“You left your lunch at home, but I… just feel silly.” She managed to mewl meekly. Her eyes stayed trained on him while he processed what she said. His face betrayed his confusion before he cocked his head.

“My… lunch?” He repeated. She sighed heavily.

“I came into the kitchen and it was still on the counter, and I didn’t want you to be hungry or to have to go out and stop what you were doing to go buy lunch-” She began only to be cut off by his howling laughter. He held his stomach and keeled over, gasping for air while he cackled brightly. Now she really felt embarrassed.

After giggling to himself for a while longer, he looked up at her, still doubled over and gasping, “You’re too cute.” 

She fumbled with her bag, grabbing the bento and quickly shoving it to him. Even though her gaze was averted from him, she could still sense his smile as he gently took the container from her. He walked to his desk, plopping down in the plush leather chair, setting his feet up on the desk. Y/N drew near as he popped the lid open, surveying the contents.

“Okey-dokey, let’s see what we have... Karaage, edamame- always delicious… Ooh! Even salmon onigiri!” He loudly praised the humble contents of the bento, picking through the contents lightly. His lover settled on the edge of his desk, watching his reactions intently. He ate ravenously, akin to a rabid dog more than an actual person. She was the one to giggled this time, watching his face change with each side dish. 

As he finished, Majima sighed loudly, sinking further into his chair.

“Delicious as always.” 

Y/N cocked her head, “You think so?” He smirked, pulling her forward towards him.I know so.”