#like romance isn’t ok his mind like that but it also takes a while for him to figure out feelings

[cupiidzbow]

I was thinking way too long and way too hard over this . is this anything 🚬

[chaifootsteps]

Full Moon anon - unexpected third part, sorry.

I think I've figured out why 'Stolas sending Blitzo nice texts and having phone chats means Blitzo should understand he wants more than sex' bothers me so much, on top of everything I outlined already

it's becaue it's accepting Stolas' narrative (and Viv's) as the only legitimate one

like from Stolas' perspective this is all some grand love story, right? - love at first sight as kids, magical day together when Stolas had a friend, reuniting later as adults leading to the magical first time Stolas ever enjoyed sex. From there everything that happened has been rewritten in Stolas' mind to suggest he and Blitzo are an actual 'thing' - Blitzo agreed to the deal, so he must want (or at least be OK with) monthly sex. In fact Blitzo's (we assume) very good at sex and seems to enjoy it sometimes, so that means he's happy with the arrangement. He even invited Stolas out on a date, so he must want romance...!

Then Ozzie's happens, & this is Stolas' big Missed Reality Check #1. He's wrecked his life for a transactional fling and he doesn't even have the guts to stand up for Blitzo in the moment, though he does still try to hold his hand afterwards, because why shouldn’t he have the kind of happiness those two married imps seem to have...? Except, no. Blitzo pulls away, then gives him the big speech that should have told him everything he needed to know about why this isn’t working out the way Stolas expects it to - because he's been deluding himself this whole time. But instead of grappling with the damage the full moon deal has done, he pushes reality away some more - and claims Blitzo lied to him on top of everything else.

Instead of ending the deal straight away he seems to internalize the message that he just needs to act nicer and more romantic to Blitzo and that'll prove his love - even though the deal is still in place so all he’s really succeeding at doing is confusing him at best and making Blitzo think Stolas wants to have it both ways at worst. Even while he’s arranging to get the crystal to end the deal he keeps sending Blitzo text messages and having nice phone calls with him, effectively LARPing the romantic relationship he actually wants *while the deal that Blitzo was so upset about is still ongoing (*and Blitzo doesn’t know Stolas now also thinks it’s wrong on some level, since he never apologized for it by text except for a backhanded ‘I’m sorry if something I said or did offended you but I won’t specify what or think about why’). The most Stolas does is pull back a bit on the deal - the duet has Blitzo imply it’s been awhile since they met up for their arrangement, though on its own that’s not good enough to make Blitzo think Stolas wants him for more than sex/views him as an equal without a proper apology from Stolas’ side when he ends things, and right now it’s feeling like it’ll be a small miracle if that happens without Stolas or the show acting like Blitzo is equally in the wrong here.

Assuming 'Blitzo should know Stolas wants more than sex' is viewing things entirely through Stolas' perspective, where a couple of nice texts and phone calls entirely counterbalances a long history of treating Blitzo like a sex toy and disregarding his feelings and boundaries on a near constant basis. All Stolas wants is to fast walk their 'relationship' from 'transactional fucking' to 'actually dating' and he doesn't want to do any hard work of acknowledging what the effect of that first bit was on Blitzo or why he can't just demand Blitzo trusts him the moment he hands over the crystal. Likely Blitzo will try to hammer this point home in Full Moon and Stolas will get mad and shut him down (Missed Reality Check #2) - frankly it’s already a fair argument to suggest Blitzo should just take the crystal and dip but if the show wants to really make a case for these two, this is basically its last chance to show Stolas actually cares about Blitzo’s emotions and that Stolas is willing to acknowledge how him not caring about Blitzo’s safety or ability to give informed consent back in Murder Family has affected his perspective of the ‘relationship’.

I imagine some Stolas/Stol/tz stans will look at that last bit and say ‘but s1e1 was ages ago! Stolas has changed a bunch (read: been retconned into a new person without doing much actual character development) since then and it’s Blitzo’s fault he can’t let it go’. To which I say, no. Stolas doesn’t get to dictate that Blitzo should ‘just get over’ how he treated him when he hasn’t apologized properly for any of it. It will always be an issue until Stolas deals with it because it will always hang over Blitzo’s perception of him. Plus Blitzo had an entire season of dealing with other BS from Stolas; it’s not like the owl just did one bad thing and that was it (see: basically everything about the way Stolas treated him in Loo Loo Land, persistently mispronouncing his name until Stolas wanted a romantic relationship and decided it was time to address him properly, yanking on his face multiple times, putting cigarettes out on his horns, calling him a plaything, flirting with him when he was T-minus seconds away from a panic attack the episode right after Blitzo told him off for treating him like a sex toy). Frankly it’s self absorbed on Stolas’ part to refuse to acknowledge the way he has treated Blitzo affects the way Blitzo treats him in return and demand he get over it the second Stolas has decided he’s ready to be better (and if Stolas doesn’t even listen to Blitzo’s feelings without losing his temper and throwing him out in Full Moon, his idea of ‘better’ isn’t worth a darn).

Look at it from Blitzo's perspective instead and it becomes clear. He steals the book and tosses Stolas some pity sex because he feels bad the bird actually thinks they're friends/has never had anyone want him physically before. From then on he has the problem that Stolas has become obsessed with him and fixated on him sexually - it’s evident in their convo in e1 that he’s been avoiding his calls, after all, and he has a panic button for him in his office. Stolas then leverages a situation where Blitzo can't freely consent to him changing up the terms regarding his use of the book to get him to agree to monthly sex. He does this after having let Blitzo use the book no strings attached for some time, too. Blitzo agrees to get him off the phone, then probably thinks that because he needs the book and wants to stick to his word (even though it wasn't freely given) that he should just grit his teeth and get on with it, so he doesn’t argue the issue further. Stolas is kinky enough that the sex is maybe at least enjoyable, even if Blitzo would rather not have to please his every whim every month just to keep the lights on. He keeps his head down, maybe thinking they could have been something if only he didn't feel like Stolas' prisoner (truth seekers). But then Stolas starts to change - a one off invite to a club has Stolas acting like they're on an actual date and Blitzo has no idea what to do with that (’that’s a little much, don’t you think?…oh yeah, I guess it is.’). They don't have a ‘thing’ after all, it's just transactional. And it's starting to get annoying that Stolas - who he couldn't even trust not to attempt to drag him off to some dark corner in loo loo land for a hookup - is acting like they're a real couple. What's worse is he's now sending these long desperate text messages and extending this delusion that he cares about Blitzo to their phone calls! And he has the nerve to act like he’s been hinting he wanted to go out with Blitzo for a while, when he was the one who proposed the deal instead of just asking Blitzo out and working out a separate business arrangement for the book? He has the nerve to act like he was powerless despite being a prince, that he was seduced by Blitzo despite Blitzo acting annoyed or rejecting his advances outside the deal near constantly?

Tl:dr, but what's so frustrating here is that it would be bad enough for Blitzo to have deal with someone who uses his life being in danger to extort sex out of him. But it's worse because he's also having to fight against Stolas' delusions - Stolas has been trying to treat him like a boyfriend even with the deal still in place. If Blitzo had come inside at the end of Ozzie's and they'd watched a movie and cuddled, it wouldn't have fixed anything. It would have enabled Stolas' notion that he could have a relationship with Blitzo and that they were mutually in love, even as he refused to give up the deal. Stolas wanted to act like they were a couple now and somehow at the same time he doesn't realize/refuses to see that it's wrong to use the book to have power over Blitzo. That's an outstanding and disturbing level of double think tbh and it's frustrating to see fans so totally buying into the show's narrative of how Stol/tz should be viewed that they don't realize how irrational it sounds to basically say 'Blitzo should realize Stolas wants more from him than sex because Stolas has been behaving like they're going steady, while he's still kept this transactional deal going'.

They don't seem to get Blitzo's perspective is heavily informed by the transactional deal, because it's the only reason he interacts with Stolas at all! Of course he's going to behave according to his own perspective and everything we've seen from Stolas makes it entirely rational to behave the way Blitzo does. If I were Blitzo I'd be tearing my horns out with frustration that Stolas just can't seem to compute that treating someone like a means for transactional sex means they're not going to behave in a romantic way towards you. They're going to behave like you're the client and they're the one being forced to please you (because they are), and naturally snap when the client tries to act like the relationship isn't entirely based around them getting what they want at all times (and then have the client get indignant because they wanted the benefits of a transactional relationship but they don’t want their ego hurt by being made to face the fact they treated another living being like a means to an end)

Honestly given how cruel and delusional Stolas is, I'd love to see Blitzo tell him that not only did his father buy Blitzo's company and he actually has a childhood friend that isn't him who he was actually in love with (Fizz), but he only slept with Stolas that first time out of pity. If Stolas is going to delude himself and fail to understand where Blitzo is coming from, he frankly can't have enough reality checks shoved under his beak (and even then he'd probably take a while to get it).

Put it this way - if Blitzo had swallowed down his upset in Ozzie's and come inside as Stolas wanted, Stolas would probably still be deluding himself that it's totally valid to have a romantic relationship with someone while simultaneously having a deal with them so you can ensure they sleep with you.

Stolas isn't ending the deal because he thinks it's wrong (and I'm not counting that song from the trailer as enough proof that he's really learnt this lesson - if he can't hear out Blitzo's feelings on the matter then it's clear he's gone from demanding sex to demanding a romantic relationship with no change in his fundamental flaw of not treating Blitzo like a person with his own feelings) he's doing it because the thing he wants out of Blitzo has changed and if he can't have that thing within the confines of the deal, ending it is his only option left

Your guys' writeups never fail to feel like a neck rub. I'd kill for more people in the fandom to realize exactly what you've written here.

[gabessquishytum]

OK, sorry for blowing up your Asks, but I canNOT smother the ideas that these posts spark! And, ok, so I love & respect gushy pussy Dream as much as the next besotted Dreamling fan, but like what if it were the opposite? Like Dream’s body is just…kind of hesitant? He’s been called frigid and dry before, and other unkind names, too, and sex has often been painful. But it’s just that he take a little bit to warm up! Or he would, theoretically, if anybody was patient enough to find out.

And guess who has the patience of a— well, nothing about Hob is like a saint, but perhaps he has the patience of a saint whose patience he stole on the road in his days as a highwayman — and oh boy is he up for the challenge!

Because Hob is just so into getting Dream warmed up. Like, he will spend all day getting him hot and bothered, teasing him and whispering in his ear about the filthy things Hob wants to do to him. And their life is now like full-day foreplay that builds into mind-blowing sex.

Dream will be at the counter making toast, and Hob brushes up against his back, one strong hand sliding in between Dream’s thighs from behind.

“Morning, love,” is all he whispers before he’s away, just whistling as he reaches up for the plates in the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen as if everything’s normal.

And as they eat together, Hob just lets his hand rest on Dream’s leg right above the knee, just sitting there, eating his toast one handed, smiling normally at Dream. And Dream is trying to breathe normally and not choke on his toast while the smoldering coals spark slightly to life inside him.

And when Hob kisses him goodbye, there’s a quick squeeze on Dream’s ass and one strong finger massaging into his cleft for a second — and then Hob’s off to work.

Halfway through the day, Dream gets a text of the impressive tent in Hob’s jeans, half-unzipped, calloused fingers just poking into the waistband. “Thinking of you,” it says. And Dream has to squeeze his thighs together because he can feel the juices beginning to flow — Hob knows what these vague tantalizing photos do to him!

He also knows that Hob will often jerk off in the day to take the edge off and so he can last longer later — which Dream loves because 1) he loves Hob’s pleasure no matter how he gets it and 2) he knows Hob is doing this for him and Hob’s devotion to turning Dream on is just like the biggest fucking aphrodisiac. And just the thought of Hob stroking himself & thinking about Dream just absolutely fans the smoldering coals like nothing else.

And so does the fact that Dream trusts Hob. Despite the day-long lead up, there’s never any pressure. Hob is creative and he is 100% ok with coming off on Dream’s thigh or against his ass while they use toys and hands and tongues to pleasure each other. If Dream isn’t ready for penetration now or ever he can work with that!

This knowledge alone is almost always enough to get Dream slick. No one else has had that kind of care for him. And, the thing is, after a while of this, it’s basically like Hob is (consensually) conditioning Dream to be aroused by every little thing he does.

Almost every day, by the time Hob gets home, Dream has to work to keep his mind clear enough to make dinner. This is made more difficult by the way Hob will appear at his shoulder, his breath warm against Dream’s ear or his lips soft against Dream’s pulse. And by the time they sit down to eat, Dream’s practically whining with need and Hob is hard again.

And Hob is so fucking patient and careful, which just drives Dream even wilder, and sometimes he will break down and beg Hob to bend him over the table and have him right there.

And, well, Hob will do anything for Dream.

Gosh, patient and careful Hob is certainly a turn on! And it seems like another anon had a quite similar train of thought!

It's never too much trouble for Hob to take his time. He wants desperately to spend the day with his lover, touching him, kissing him, talking to him. The sheer romance of flirting and playing with his partner appeals to Hob intensely. He's just so happy when they're together, or when he looks at Dream and just knows that they're thinking about each other. Hob would orbit Dream like a planet around the sun if he had to, but being able to touch, caress, tease, feel... its the greatest privilege of his life.

Dream can't quite believe that it's actually working. That Hob’s time and effort are paying off and helping his body to respond as he wants it to. There's almost an extra thrill in having to work for his arousal, too. The orgasm is all the more intense because hours have passed since Hob began playing with him. Maybe he doesn't get wet just from the act of sitting on Hob’s lap anymore, but he enjoys sitting on Hob’s lap for hours anyway, having his thighs massaged, his stomach gently caressed, his nipples flicked. Maybe it's more difficult to just sink down on Hob’s cock and get the job done, but maybe it's also nice to cuddle up and have his clit played with.

Hob just wants Dream to be happy, and Dream wants the same in return. That's what matters.

[scatteredcloud]

I don’t read a ton of fanfiction but I don’t mind labru as a ship and I like longing and devotion and erotic bloodletting, use this as an excuse to infodump if you like, convince me to read :3

You have no idea the can of worms you have unleashed thank you so so much

Ok so disclaimers :

1. NSFW. Naturally.

2. Bloodletting may be putting it diplomatically. It’s blood sucking. Vampire horny style but no one is a actually vampire.

The fic takes place in the post cannon, with Kabru serving as Laios’s royal advisor. Their professional relationship has put them in proximity of each other near constantly, and the simmering obsession that Kabru has had about Laios through the story reaches a boiling point when Laios reveals that he’s become (monstrously) obsessed with Kabru.

What gets me (aside from just like. my own sexual proclivities lmao) is the imo perfect Kabru characterization. I think a lot of people misunderstand what drives him and so when they write him it feels kind of odd. Kabru isn’t a manipulator,in t like abusive sense but he is a…social engineer. And a compulsive liar. And obsessed with Laios. He’s a nice guy, but acts amicable helpful and friendly to mask his social engineering.

This fic really gets that Kabru will say things, not without meaning them, but some part of him projects an image of cool confidence and he will act subconsciously to maintain that mask - in the interest of furthering his own goals. Those goals in this fic happen to be finding plausible ways to be intimate with Laios while maintaining some sort of professional veneer. It also employs a very subtle head cannon of him dealing with intrusive thoughts (kill Laios) in a way that I find pretty authentic and endearing as someone who also deals w intrusive thoughts.

And Laios. Again, characterization is really on point. This fic plays up the like chimeraization of Laios, and it takes his hunger seriously in a way that I think a lot of other fics and the main storyline often play for laughs. It’s about the need for satiation and satisfaction, but never feeling fulfilled. His desire disgusts him, because he’s been told it should, and as king he has every thing he could ever want. But he’s still Laios, he’s earnest and truthful and awkward and what he wants is Kabru. Inside of Laios’s appetite (all meanings of the word) is deep shame and inside of that shame is the sensory seeking autism need to feed on food that is forbidden (monsters, Kabru)

Kabru occupies a space in Laios’s life in the post cannon that we don’t really see equivocated in the main story. During the story he certainly cares deeply for his other party members and values their insight 100%. But Kabru is regent to the throne. In the day in day out running a kingdom, Laios is no figurehead but he works intimately (lol) with Kabru to compensate for his lack of social graces. There’s also the like, subtextual bodyguard implications that Laios is perfectly capable of defending himself but Kabru is acutely trained in combat against other humans, making him especially useful to a newly crowned king in danger of assassination. This is what makes me ship them so hard - Kabru’s story long attempt to know Laios combined with the implications of their post cannon positions

This fic really nails desire as narrative tension in romance - the “I want to, but I cant” “I know we shouldn’t, but we are” Not just erotic/romantic desire either, the desire to maintain appearances, the desire to secure a career. This thing is only three chapters (for now 🤞🏼) but the DEPTH of this erotica is fucking hngdbbsbdbcbcndndbgjgkfkdkdbd

I don’t know when the entire fandom decided Kabru is a trans man but I do like it despite my contrarian impulses. It’s worked in so naturally and I love that its never made A Thing (I don’t even think it’s tagged for it which is what made it a nice surprise in this fic). When Kabru gets hot and bothered it’s discussed in exactly the way that I experience it which makes me just :] yayyyyyyy

This fic brings out the like, service top-ness of Laios also. I’m of the opinion that there’s not a clear top/bottom dynamic between them so I hesitate to put it in those terms but this fic gets that Kabru’s social engineering extends to the bedroom - he knows he can exploit Laois’s earnestness and takes advantage of that leverage

Anyways. I really really should be asleep. My nightly routine has been getting home from work. Lay down. Kick my feet and sigh dreamily about Kabru and Laios for hours so thank you again for indulging me

[onelocket]

i love your account so much and i’d like to know if you take requests? if you do can you please do headcanons or a scenario where fyodor’s gf is a waitress? fem reader or gn reader is ok, i just want that giddy romantic stuff in an aesthetic place like cafes 😭

hello anon! yes i do take requests. i’m just not talkative about it - not that i don’t want requests obviously, but since my fyodor is very soft i don’t expect any. but you’ve contradicted, i’m also taking a guess you’d want reader being a barista; since you did mention a place fyodor has been to: cafes. so thank you for your words and for requesting ♡

Fyodor with a ‘Personal’ Barista

involves -- gn reader but with feminine terms

theme -- anon wants romance so no dark topics :)

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Did you intend for this, or not?

It been quite recent actually. …Your work at a specific cafe, that is. When you first dated Dostoevsky, you’d take note of how he sporadically hangs out at this one cafe, which got you hooked to the thought of what could possibly be so different with this place to keep a guy like him staying. You wanted to know what kind of food and drinks your boyfriend liked so you could get to know him better. But when you one day stepped onto the cafe, you were greeted by a barista with a hopeful smile on their face after a while of realizing their stares on you. Yet as you were stunned, your hands helplessly accept what they had given.

"Hello. I’m sorry if this seems like a rather… surprising situation, but you’re rather attractive. You’d catch many attention within moments! So I was thinking…"

"…I-Isn’t this the pamphlet for hiring people?"

They had a lengthy effort of explaining how you’d be good for this job, but also puts in the words ‘it’s okay if you don’t want to’ just for the affect of looking respectable. But as you pondered longer, your head clicked to Fyodor - making you realize… maybe this could come of use to you. I-In many ways, of course, right?

You accept it, excited to surprise him.

Besides, who could ever except their lover to be suddenly working at their favorite cafe? Most would be touched and perhaps even melt at the gesture, and it’s exiting to think what a gentleman like Dostoevsky will reply with, right? You couldn’t wait to see any form of pink on his cheeks. Sure, he was a lot more calculated and calm than most guys - but one who loves is still able to blush somehow, right? Yet when you got home and show him the familiar cafe uniform, he surprises you back with a… smirk.

"Is my little mouse too cooped up in our home to the point they’ll take work? My, I wonder when you found out about such cafe."

You tried to play dopey, "I think it’s quite fun. I’ve only heard about this cafe by a pamphlet I saw whilst shopping." even if you knew your words are too weak to lie through Fyodor’s ears.

Fyodor doesn’t comment on it, however, only standing up from his seat to lean forward. Your eyes blink in confusion towards his moment till his thumb lifts your chin up, his index pressed on your skin. It’s not plastered, but you saw a faint smile replace his smirk.

"That’s my good independent sweetheart."

Working there was… interesting.

For a guy who looks and acts opposite, Fyodor was such… was difficult the right word? You don’t really know, you just felt like your whole mind was going to explode then on.

"Mind be a dearie and actually know what I prefer, hm?"

"Even that barista over there can properly listen better than you, little mouse. Snap out of it, my beautiful dear. You’re working, act like it."

You knew he was just teasing you and poking fun, but you can’t help it - it was honestly a bit irritating. If he wasn’t your boyfriend then it’d be sure to result out in an argument. Because how dare he? But because you love him enough, you just let his taunt. Unfortunately for you though, a lot of his acts do make your thoughts itch, making you appear just the slightest bit more short tempered to him, to other customers, and co-workers.

"They can be so easy sometimes.."

Fyodor would just whisper to himself as he watches you, only but a scratch away from being a stomping barista in such a peaceful cafe, a red heat in your cheeks not that visible to others; but a hue so cute in Fyodors eyes. Of course, his provoking wasn’t present everyday, just in days he felt like seeing you all pouty because of him.

Like your own cctv..

He frequently had his eye on you whilst visiting the cafe. Not only to take in your beauty, but to also see how you were doing. He doesn’t stare every single second - since he came here for tea too, but still a lot of glances come from him while you work. Besides, even if you can be.. a bit timid, you still knew your way without his supervision, so he wasn’t that cautious. But sometimes, Fyodor just can’t let some creeps snake in and try to seduce you, glaring at the sight even if it was tables away. If it gotten too far, the next thing you’ll see is a walking Fyodor with a polite smile that you just knew reeked dislike.

"I see you’re having a rather friendly conversation with a customer, my muse?"

You cover half of your face with a tray you were holding, "…They were just asking something." speaking quietly in reply.

"Really? I see. After your done with your shift, come to my table and share a treat with me."

And that was.. uncharacteristic of him, but enough to lower the credence of your ‘friendly customer’ to make them excuse themselves after one last word or two at you. But who were you to ask and complain the act of your lover? Fyodor knows you love him with each beat your heart produced, but while it’s also better to be safer - he secretly likes the way you get all shy when he puts a possessive abrupt.

He praises you quite a bit,

For as said, Fyodor’s taunt isn’t an everyday occurrence. Seeing you was already satisfying his want to be entertained, especially when you’re all so cute in that simple barista uniform. You were so beautiful in it, and to think such eyeful was blending in amongst a cafe quite popular, it makes him smile knowing your love is taken by his. So sometimes, he also gives your some light praises when you finally get his preferences right, or maybe give him an indulgent little treat you pay for him. Or whenever you just walked by, really.

"Mhm.. that’s right. Good, you’re getting the hang of it."

"You make it quite difficult to leave this cafe seeing you all pretty and working so well, dear."

You had to whisper out your ‘thank yous’, knowing your voice would turn high-pitched if you dare to speak up loud. It was so… hard to get rid of such a harsh red on your cheeks, but whenever you manage to, you give a sharp inhale, using those words to keep you going instead of melting right at the spot. You’d hate to give Fyodor his initial result with his words. And Fyodor knows that you resist the result, but that doesn’t make him see you any less cuter. If anything, he could smirk at how you were turning it into a mental challenge for yourself. But he’s glad he can help you, even in a way not planned out for.

bonus scenario

As you take a ten minute break after a fleeting urge wins you, a squeaky whine comes out your lips before you sink your head on your arms, tired. You haven’t been in many shifts today, but something about today was off. Like something needed to be said.

Yet as if the world follows your thought, the same co-worker who suggested you to work here a couple weeks ago lightly nudges your shoulder, making you look up. "…Oh, yes?" You ask, blinking a few times.

"Tired already?" They ask, a mocking, yet sweet enough of a smile erupting from their lips. "Today hasn’t even properly started yet."

"I can’t deny fatigue," You chuckle out, lifting your head up. "But it’s not like I’m planning to do lesser shifts today."

"…Yeah." The co-worker trailed out, your eyes deciding to follow where their eyes lingered - and that was on your lover himself, Dostoevsky.

You don’t let your jealousy start, knowing Fyodor wasn’t easy to lure over if they ever tried to steal him. But you do ask, "Something wrong?" curious.

"…Say, did you never find my sudden approach to you weird?" They ask after a second or two, turning their head to face you. They’re right… you kind of just took the offer up like it was nothing but a request. While you do get a lot of money, and a very frequent favorite customer, their question did make you think properly.

"…No? Well, now I’m hooked. Why did you ask?" You bring up, slightly scooting your chair closer to them. "I take it that my ‘attractiveness’ isn’t the only reason?" You add, a soft smile implying your joke.

They laughed quietly, placing their elbows on the table. "Don’t discard your charm like that. Though.. if you really want to know why I suddenly asked you a few weeks ago, you might want to ask that to Mr. Fyodor himself."

…

Mr. Fyodor?

Why were they suddenly referring to Fyodor formally? As if they were a member of Fyodor’s—

"…Oh.." Your voice only rang out, cheeks almost able to flash red in an instant of your realization. Did he plan this all along..?

"..Pft, he’s right." Your co-worker smiled, resting their cheek on their palm. "Your reaction would be funny to see."

"Oh— be quiet." You sighed out, rolling your eyes but in a way playful as they ‘accidentally’ dart to Fyodor himself. He didn’t seem to notice the chat, eyes focused on the cup of tea you prepared for him. But.. you just knew.

With that smile that was on his face, you knew.

"I know it was you who planned it all, Fyodor." You frowned after taking a rather sloppy seat on your couch, eyes following him as he sits down on it gracefully - very contrasting from yours. You hear his chuckle, "They told you, am I right?" referring to the barista earlier.

"They did, after weeks of you two keeping it a secret." You huffed out, crossing your arms a bit while you sit up properly. "But knowing you, maybe half of my co-workers knew too just so they can share you what kind of things I’ve been doing."

"My, little mouse. Don’t mistaken me for some creep.." Fyodor said with a voice that you could mistake as if he was genuinely hurt, but only a soft laugh escapes you at his tone.

You see his body move closer to you, his hand gently taking one of yours as he slides his fingers to your wrist, forming your hand into a lazy fist as he leaned in to press a set of soft kisses on your knuckles. The gesture makes your cheeks pink up.

"Is it bad to want an update from my sweetheart, when they’re so eager and excited to work at a cafe I’ve taken interest to?" Fyodor whispers, his breath tickling your hands that makes you escape little giggles underneath that blinking and flushed look. "I knew your initial plan, and I didn’t see any harm in making it happen. In fact, perhaps more good than bad come out of this, wouldn’t you think, my dear?"

quite the long post ^^) so sorry for my inactivity again, our classes had to change into online modality and it’s really hard. thank you for taking the time.

[selenacosmic]

Romance in the office.

Chapter 26 - Tension in the room.

I was just finishing up my work for the day, it was already getting dark outside during this time. Despite all the chaos of the previous days, things at work seem to be going well and back to normal. I could only feel immense satisfaction as I finished all the work as perfectly as possible. Going back to working in my office felt great, specially now that I am not fake dating anyone.

Stretching out while leaning back on my chair, I was already anticipating going back home with shingen. I wonder if he had already finished his work…

Before I could even get up from my seat, I hear a knocking at the door followed by Yukimura’s voice. “Hey, Selena? Are you in there?”

Great, just as I was finishing working. “Yes, you can come in.” I called out loud enough so that he could hear from the other side. He pushed the door open right away, looking a bit grumpier than usual.

“Ah, you are done with work. Good, I need to talk with you about something.” He takes a seat across my desk, almost like he was in a hurry.

I never seen Yukimura this serious before.

“Ok, sounds like something important.” I gestured for him to proceed with what he wanted to say, meanwhile I occupied myself with cleaning up by desk from all the work I had during the day.

“I know about you two officially dating.” That got my attention, but i didn’t reply to him, allowing him to keep talking. “I know this sounds weird, but I really got to know, are you really sure about what you are doing?”

That… caught me off guard, making me stop in motion at his question. “Am I sure? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s good that shingen has gotten into a serious relationship, but It keeps bothering me that you agreed to also help with our… situation so easily” Yukimura seemed to be choosing his words more carefully, something i didn’t think he was capable of. Then again, when it comes to our boss, he usually gets more attentive.

“Listen, Yukimura, I get that you are probably skeptical about me helping you guys, but I plan to dedicate myself to this.” Still, as much as i understand his point of view, i couldn’t let myself be unmotivated. From what shingen had told me, they have been in this battle for independence for years now in secrecy, having someone joining the cause might throw Yukimura off guard.

“It’s not like I don’t know that, but we have tried about everything to solve this. I… just don’t want to see you get your hopes up for nothing.” Oh..? Did Yukimura come talk to me because he was worried about me? I thought this was only about our boss, but it seems like I was clearly wrong.

“That’s very sweet of you, actually. But I have prepared myself to keep coming up with new plans to help if things don’t work out, I was plenty aware of how difficult this would be even before I started dating shingen.” I wanted him to know that nothing could easily tear me down, not as long as I stayed focused.

Yukimura looked at me as if he was judging me, almost like testing the sincerity in my words. Finally, he let out a sigh and relaxed against the chair. “Sometimes I think you two are a bit too similar.”

“Similar…? You think Shingen and I are similar?” Personally, I couldn’t agree with that statement, i wasn’t a great and strong leader like he was. Though it felt like an honor to be seen that way by Yukimura.

“Kind of, you both are stubborn as hell.” Ok, I take it back. “But I think that’s a good thing, it means you two never give up on what you set your mind on.”

“I would argue that shingen is way more stubborn when compared to me. Then again, I can’t imagine him being any other way.” I could see Yukimura rolling his eyes, if I could read minds I bet he would be mocking me for saying lovey dovey stuff in front of him.

“Talking about me in secret? I hope this isn’t a meeting to talk badly about me.” Both of us were caught off guard by that voice coming from the door. Shingen was standing there while smiling at us.

“Hey, don’t go acting like we were gossiping about you.” Yukimura crossed his arms in disapproval, though he didn’t seem really angry about it.

“I was searching everywhere for you two, only to find out that you were here talking behind my back.” His voice has a playful tone to it, he made his way towards us with long strides forward. Before i knew it, shingen had already walked behind my desk, leaning over me to plant a kiss over my temple. “Are you finished with work?”

I couldn’t help but lean against him, feeling his body right behind me felt comforting after a long day of work. “Yeah, I just finished it. I was hoping I could go see if you had finished yours as well , but it looks like you got to me first.”

“Ugh, great… it was better when you two were awkward around each other.” Yukimura got up from his seat, presumably because he didn’t want to be near us. Though his words bugged me a bit, as far as I remember I was the only one really awkward when we were fake dating.

“You really learned nothing from me, did you, Yukimura?” There was a disapproval sigh coming from Shingen’s lips, shaking his head lightly.

“I don’t want to remember those weird summer classes you made Sasuke and I watch. In any case I better leave you two alone.” Before he could receive a response, Yukimura was already walking out the door to escape any lecture that Shingen could give him.

“A tough student, that boy is. But he has potential.”

“.. what summer classes was he talking about?” I thought that if anyone could teach others about dating and romance, it would be Yoshimoto. He was the one who taught me after all.

A smile appeared on his face, almost nostalgic as if he could remember fond memories. “There was a time when I could see the boys’ struggles to interact with women properly, specially inside the company. So I decided to give them special classes.” He talks about Sasuke and Yukimura as if they weren’t grown adults yet, it did suit him to be like a father figure to them.

“Huh, and yet you didn’t give me classes?” I crossed my arms playfully while questioning him, part of me wanted to know how his teaching was.

“I can teach those two easily as they have no knowledge in the art of seduction, but trying to teach a goddess? That’s tricky.” He smoothly slid his hand under my chin to catch my gaze. “I would need to implement a new teaching method for this to work.”

My whole body had shivered just from his words, it was making me anticipate something more when we got home. “Well… I am always open for new knowledge.”

His smile grew wider, our lips brushing slightly because of how close we were. “… I better stop now before we make a mess on your desk. Here, let me help you carry your things.” He reluctantly pulled away, which made me miss his warmth, though I understood where he is coming from.

Then again, there was always later when we were in his room. “Thank you, dear. We should get going then.”

I got to admit, it was very disappointing to end this here for now, but I didn’t want to do this here when anyone could walk in. We both had gathered our things from the office, going back to our apartment in his car.

—————

Once we were finally home, we both went ahead to get into more comfortable clothes. After we started dating, I had been staying with shingen a whole lot more in his apartment. At this point it felt like I was moving in with him given the amount of time I spent here.

After I exited his room wearing one of his more warm shirts, I let myself rest on the couch, stretching my body to finally relax. Shingen was reading a book right beside me. While I was laying down, he was sitting up straight with my legs resting on top of his. At first I felt uncomfortable with this position, worrying that it might bother him, but with time and his reassurances that it was ok, it became natural for us to stay like this whenever we were resting.

“You usually read that book a lot throughout the day, what is it about?” I noticed it had an old cover, a bit beaten up by time. It was common for me to catch him reading it whenever we had free time.

“This is the art of war by Sun tzu, it’s an old book that I have since I was a child.” Wait, I believe I remember him mentioning it before. He must be really attached to it.

“If we weren’t in the modern days, i would think you are some sort of warlord.” He had the profile to be one anyway, shingen was a great leader in the company, inspiring everyone to do better.

He chuckled lightly, placing his hand over my legs. “It might not seem like to some, but this book has valuable lessons that can be applied in any situation. Even at work, even in daily life.” He closed the book without bothering to put a tag on it to remember which page he stopped at, likely because he had read it so many times to the point of memorizing it.

“Does that include the summer classes?” I wouldn’t let this subject be forgotten, not after we had to stop it abruptly in the office. Besides, we were finally alone at home…

That question seem to have brought out the flirt in him, Shingen moved closer, resulting in us having to change our position until I was sitting on his lap. “It could. Though i did say that I would need a different method to teach a goddess.”

“I would love to see what method you can come up with.” Our lips met shortly after, almost a relief from holding back earlier. With our normal work taking over our schedule and the meeting with his grandfather approaching, moments like this were perfect. With so many things to worry about, we needed a break for ourselves.

His hands were resting on my hips, not in a hurry to move from there. This time, it just felt good to get lost in the kiss, taking things slowly. We had the whole night to love each other after all. After being still for an agonizing amount of time, his hands began moving upward, lifting the shirt I stole from him up. “Stealing my clothes again? I thought you had brought some of your own.” His teasing voice brought heat to my cheeks, I did take his shirt without thinking first.

“I forgot about that… it just feels natural to grab one of yours.” His lips were already making their way to kiss my neck, getting close to my ear.

“I don’t mind… it’s good to see you wearing my shirt.” His voice sounded breathy against my ear, making me melt even more against him.

It’s true that soon we would have a lot to prepare for, the meeting was going to happen in a few days and it was one of our more risky plans. But tonight I just want to focus on him, to let him lead us through the night.

To be continued…

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Fun fact, if Kit didn’t disappear, she probably would have been very close to Kalim in personality. If less extroverted.

Intentional ignorance and all.

— —

Disappearing Children: Kit

—

Vil doesn’t know if he is truly unlucky anymore. It is certainly what he thought when he first had the responsibility of a young child dumped on him, but actually spending time with Kit is not so bad.

The Kit he’s used to has always been snarky. Hiding a sharp mind and a sharp tongue under a saccharine mask. Yet, if this is not some elaborate prank, apparently Kit was the exact opposite as a child.

She is still a child with energy and impulsivity, sure, but she is just the sweetest thing. She loves to spend time quietly watching Vil, or anyone in the dorm, even if she does interrupt every now and then. She also loves having Vil style her hair, and she seems to love him doing small amounts of makeup on her so she can look exactly like him.

And she actually listens to him for once. Vil is finally free of the teaming freshman undermining his every order.

One thing does feel shocking though, is Kit admiting to her creative mind. Vil was always aware she had one. No one does as much scheming as her without one. No one gets into Pomeifore without one. But she seems to revel in doing anything creative. From simple drawing to Vil allowing her to play with some cheap makeup. It seems to be the most fun she’s had in forever.

She also mentions having a favorite movie that Vil remembers being in all too well. A simple holiday movie Vil worked in with Neige when they were kids. Her not recognizing him as the villain is another thing Vil isn’t sure if he’s lucky to have or not.

He at least wishes Rook could have seen more. But alas, Rook was the only one Vil could have sent to grab Fellow and Gidel with certainty the job would be done in a timely manner.

For as much as Vil wants to deal with a Kit that won’t try to undermine him at every opportunity, he knows it’s not only important for them to be updated on the situation, but also be involved if they can be. It does deal with her well being after all.

—

Vil: *standing at the gates to NRC wih Kit around midday*

Kit: *looking around while Vil holds her hand to make sure she doesn’t wonder off* Those place looks so pretty!

Vil: It definitely does.

Kit: Can I come here again?!

Vil: I don’t think you have to worry about that. You’ll definitely see this place again.

Fellow: *quickly walking up to the gate with Gidel and Rook with him* Kit?

Kit: *turns her head to Fellows voice and feels Vil let go of her hand* Fellow?

Fellow: Kit! *runs up to her, giving her a big hug* Are you ok? How do feel?

Kit: *trying to squirm free* I’m fine! And you look weird.

Fellow: I probably do don’t I?

Gidel: *puts a hand on top of his head before dragging outwards and over Kit’s head, comparing their heights*

Fellow: Yes, yes. You’re taller now. That’s what four years does.

Kit: Who is he?

Gidel: *looks sad*

Fellow: *pats Gidel’s head* Don’t worry, she probably won’t remember a lot of things. We can help her. *turns to Kit* This is Gidel. He’s part of our family now too.

Gidel: *nods before hugging Kit*

Kit: *happily hugs back*

Gidel: *breaks the hug and tries to give her the hammer*

Fellow: Don’t.

— —

Screw Crowley, Kit will get her family time! And I do this, so I can actually write the Fellow angst.

He’s not free from the pain.

(Practically wholly unrelated side note that for some reason this snippet made me think of. Snow White takes place in Germany, and that’s why Vil has German roots, right? So why is Rook French? Neige means snow in French too, why is he French? Is it just because of ‘romance’?)

Gidel, please do not give Kit your hammer

(one of the jokes is that Rook just likes the french culture and only knows a few words in French)

[ericac318]

Taking a Chance

Summary:

Dr. Rae Anderson is a Physical Therapist at Chicago Med and her life gets turned upside down by the presence of Sergeant Hank Voight in her ED. Is a romance with the gruff leader of the Intelligence Unit wise? Rae is about to find out. Voight x OC

Follow here for updates: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47338660/chapters/119282974

Chapter 1

“Dr. Anderson,” Maggie called out to get Rae’s attention, “I’ve got someone for you to check out. Be warned, he won’t want you around, but he needs to be looked at.”

Rae rolled her eyes, “Sure, sounds fun. Point me in the right direction,” she replied.

Maggie pointed at bay 6 causing Rae to nod.

Once Rae drew back the curtain, she knew what Maggie meant, “Sergeant Hank Voight, now I see what Maggie meant. You have quite the reputation. I’m Dr. Rae Anderson, a Physical Therapist. I’m going to check on your range of motion after your shoulder injury. Are you alright with that?” she asked.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice,” Voight replied, his gravelly voice showing his annoyance.

She glanced down to hide her smile as she reached out and grasped her forearm, “Ok, I’m going to rotate your arm. Tell me if anything causes pain, ok?”

“Understood,” he responded as he attempted to hide a wince while she moved his arm toward the ceiling.

She continued rotating his shoulder until she released her hold of his arm, noticing the possible blush on his cheeks from her touch before she spoke, “It looks like the injury is only compromising a small amount of your range of motion. I’d recommend that you come back two to three times a week to work on it with me, but I know better. Can you, at least, attempt to take it easy on this arm? I know you’re planning to head straight back to the streets.”

Voight held back a smirk as he replied, nodding, “I’ll do my best but I can’t make any promises. Will you be here to help me out if I don’t let this heal correctly?” he inquired, unsure of his true motivations.

Rae nodded, “I will, but I hope that I only see you again on a non-injury-related basis. You’re clear to go. But, listen to what I said, please,” she added as she exited the room wondering if he’d felt the same spark she’d noticed during their short interaction.

A week later, the ED was having a slow day so Rae decided to talk to Maggie about the police officer she’d been thinking about.

“Hey Mags,” Rae called out, “Do you have a minute?”

Maggie glanced her way, “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

Rae looked away for a moment, gathering her nerve, “I just wanted to find out what you know about Voight. Is he seeing anyone? Is he even interested in that sort of thing? I haven’t been able to get him off my mind since the day he was in here,” she confessed.

Maggie’s eyes lit up at Rae’s inquiry, “I love this! Voight’s wife died a few years ago from cancer. As far as I know, he hasn’t dated anyone or even had a fling since. I think you’d be really good for him. You should know that he’s not one to ask someone out. You’ll probably have to make the first move,” she suggested.

Rae shrugged at the information, “I’m surprised that he isn’t the type of guy to make a move. He seems like someone who knows what he wants.”

“He is, but he’s also someone who has lost a lot in his personal life so he stays pretty glued to his work,” Maggie shared.

Rae nodded, “That makes sense. I guess I’ll ask him out if I see him again. I’m ninety-nine percent sure that shoulder wound will bring him back in,” she went on, lost in her own thoughts, causing Maggie to nod in agreement.

Another week passed when Rae was walking through the ED before she spotted Voight in a bay with Will.

She made her way into the area, “Dr. Halstead, what brings the Sergeant back in today?” she asked, to make her presence known.

Will looked up to see Rae in the room, “Dr. Anderson, he broke the stitches on his shoulder injury. Did you need to evaluate him? We’re keeping this visit off the books if you know what I mean?”

“I do and I would like to take a look once you’re finished,” she replied as she stepped to the side to wait for her turn.

Will nodded before he continued stitching up the wound. Once he was finished, he stepped aside to leave the room while also leaving Voight and Rae alone.

“You didn’t follow my advice very well, did you?” Rae inquired as she grasped his forearm in her hands as she’d done previously.

Voight shook his head, “It wasn’t for lack of trying. I’ve been working some pretty serious drug cases and things just got out of hand,” he explained.

She nodded, “Well, it doesn’t look like you’ve done any additional damage but you really need to take it easier this time around. I’m sure you don’t want to lose function in your arm?”

“No, I need it to do my job. I will try better. If that’s all, I’d like to get out of here and back to my case,” he replied, avoiding eye contact with her.

Rae took a breath before she answered, “You’re cleared to go, but I do have an additional question. How would you feel about grabbing dinner with me tonight?” she asked, closing her eyes as she realized how she’d put herself out there with zero safety net.

Voight glanced down, hiding his smile, but his crow’s feet gave him away, “I’m not sure I’m the kind of guy you want to date. But, if you’re not worried about the risk then I’ll pick you back up here at 7. Will your shift be over by then?”

“I will,” she replied, “See you then,” she added as she stood and left the exam room.

[therealslimshakespeare]

I…I have headcanons about their sexy times but they’re very disjointed and I shan’t sully this nice aka by going full x rated.

GIVE THEM TO MEEEEE

Ok, filth and philosophy below. 18+ as always on here folks

Well, in short. I feel like Benny Demarco is a savorer of flesh, as was mentioned before, ha. If some sorts of odd things might make yall wanna mock him, may I point to the door right now because Benny’s tastes are essential for making Lu comfortable in her skin again, and nobody said it was gonna be straight vanilla. She could get that in college so. Hold your piece or bail out now.

And please add your own thoughts guys, I wanna hear them. I don’t care how graphic, lol.

This man would find an elbow joint erotic if attached to the girl he loves. And weirdly, he can make her think of it that way too. Savoring. Literally doesn’t need her to take her clothes off to make her feel ravished in the best way. Kissing? He’s great at kissing, Lu loves the way he kisses her initially with only one hand gently anchored to her cheek and the other resting respectfully on the seat back.

His lips and tongue and gentle hums are everything to her and make her quake. His scent too, familiar but exciting. Just like him.

He don’t need his hands to make her drown in his kisses. But once he does use his hands?! Who needs penises? No really, Lu has to call Ida to ask if it’s possible to cum from someone kissing you and rubbing your biceps.

Ida isn’t sure but she knows a woman can come from a man licking her shoulder blades, don’t mind Rosie and his obsession with Ida’s sinewy back, it’s incurable

But it’s not just someone, it’s Benny. Only Benny can make Lu do that, but it certainly spices up earlier dating times when the girl feels so utterly romanced while not out of her comfort zone. Benny is a giver, gets high off giving to her and the realization that she trusts him with her literal healing in this way sometimes short circuits his masculine brain until he’s on cloud nine from that alone. It makes him feel like such a man, not at all the nightmare riddled shell of himself he sometimes thinks he is.

After awhile they do make it into each other’s underwear. As I’ve said before, I don’t think Talullah waits until marriage to do that. She needs to know before, the planned and restrictive schedule of a wedding night would throw her for a tailspin. Whatever her own convictions on the matter, Ida agrees and supports her in this, often kicking herself for not being braver with her own wants in the early days of her marriage to Robert.

Lastly, another note. Benny loves eating out, loves it. But he’s also the absolute king of rubbing his tip through her petals until she’s an absolute gushing wreck. And something about watching his olive hand with its jangling Catholic charmed bracelet round his beautiful wrist holding onto his cock with a firm grip and sliding it throughly the obscenely loud proof of her pleasure sends Lu into a lust filled haze of contended safety she never thought was possible in real life.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Could you do one with the double Charles learning that their s/o is a member of a kpop group like you did for the P5 ?

I really like your writing, keep it up 💖

as usual, Phipps takes these things better than Grey XD

I did the S/O as female since that was what the first request had, hopefully that's ok

and thank you!! I have a lot of fun writing here <3

Hm, that’s… different, is that the word he wants? That is most assuredly different. On the one hand, he’s obviously theatrical himself and so he has, once in a while, attended musical shows and concerts in halls and what have you. On the other hand, well, it’s not the same as knowing that one’s lover is a regular performer at concerts like that. She’s a bit… famous, perhaps? Other people are looking at her with the same eye that he does, the ‘you are very attractive and I am drawn in by you’ eye, so he’s not exactly sure how to feel about that. Aside from the fact that he doesn’t really like it, of course. The idea that she performs for others, dresses so that people will look at her, and is probably singing songs about love — he almost hates to admit it, but it makes him a little jealous. He’s more insecure than he wants people to think, so he’s actually anxious that she’s putting her beauty on full display and singing about romance. Mightn’t that give people the wrong idea… the idea that she’s available? He’ll fight for her honor if she needs him to, no bones about that. It takes him a little while to settle into accepting it, though he eventually does. If he ever expresses his insecurities about it, her earnest reminder that she thinks about him every second while she’s singing about love helps a lot. It’s really not so bad, is it?

Aah… he always knew she was a creative type, so this isn’t really all that surprising to him. On the surface, it might seem like he’s rather indifferent to the whole thing. That’s just how he is in general, however, not easily shocked and, unlike his friend, doesn’t let his emotions run away. Of course, it depends on exactly how he finds out. If she tells him, invites him to a performance? He’ll simply take it all in, maybe with the smallest hint of a smile on his face for half a second. If he just happens to find out by seeing the performance whilst investigating or some such? His eyes will go wide for a moment as his mind processes that… his partner is up on stage, dressed in a way that (for the era) is not an insignificant amount of provocative, dancing and singing something probably at least mildly suggestive. That would be what stuns him for a bit, because he didn’t expect it, whereas if she tells him, he’s expecting it. Still, he won’t make too much of a deal of it either way. He can appreciate the artistry behind the music and choreographed moves, and… that’s about it. But, after he finds out, his beloved may notice that she usually sees him in the crowd during her concerts. … What can he say? He likes to be supportive. Also, she’s very pretty.

[griffinsboyfriend]

Unbridled (Untameable 2) has so far been OK. Not fantastic like I remember book 1, but I feel I romanticize my opinions on Untameable 1 more than most… these are my thoughts on book 2. My perspective is likely warped bc it’s been a couple weeks now, things are less fresh in my mind.

I’ve gone between Ryder and Mandy and while I’m likely gonna reread to be exclusive with Ryder, I think the male MC x Mandy romance scenes so far are prettttttty spicy and worth selecting each time. I can’t compare them to anything else bc my experience is lacking with male MC x female LI scenes (I don’t remember Sonia’s scenes from THM sorry I did romance her and the other 3 LI at the same time. Also I’m a 🚬 so my POV will most usually center around that with some exceptions).

They definitely sold her as being one of the main LI and characters in the Untameable series, and I think she deserves it! I’ve always had a soft spot for Mandy and I’m happy they went this route rather than us playing as her or Austin… 🙄

But what can I say… the story is kind of nonsensical, slice of life country smut fun. That isn’t a bad thing, I’ve enjoyed what’s been offered each week (esp with Ryder). I’ve read better but it’s doing well. I feel they wrote Umbridled for bi/gay men and het/bi women.

They really force Ryder on you in nearly every chapter, and that’s where my takes come from. It’s felt like his scenes take precedence over Mandy’s each chapter they are presented unfortunately, and are very great if you’re looking for that in a smut book. His route has offered many great, well written and believable MLM scenes that are building up to a hopefully satisfying climax.

Huge missed opportunity not having female variants to Ryder.

HUGE missed opportunity. It’s going to haunt them in time esp if Untameable remains a series, they could have had it all with this entry even while being less than Book 1.

But idk their budget or development time in the book pipeline so 🤷

Idk, both Mandy and Ryder are sort of pushed on MC but Ryder is pushed more than Mandy I think?

The book has been enjoyable each week for me.

[redmessenger]

PLOTTER / SHIPPER

taken from: my claude blog :) which was taken from a jcink pokemon rp’s shipper section

tagging: the person reading this

note: since i’m here, i’ll also link my fancy new about page with likes and dislikes and history

1. CONNECTIONS

write about how our muses could connect with each other! ex. what does your muse like to do that other people would be involved in? do they have interests that other people might share?

First off, I’ve added Lukas to the faculty roster list on the server. “An unaffiliated professor that focuses on the academic side of an officer’s education. Lukas offers classes and seminars on writing, speech, and other soft skills to provide a good foundation for new students. Would also be happy to demonstrate his skill with a lance. He has generous office hours and a biscuit jar that he invites students to indulge in when they visit. Participation is always 30% of your final grade.”  

While Lukas is a Serious Red Knight, he is also Zofian and isn’t allergic to taking time out of his day to relax and take a break from work. If there is someone else that is chilling out, he’s likely to join them and ask to share their company. Could be a good way to set up a first meeting!  

Loves books! After a childhood of being discouraged from reading for pleasure, Lukas will always seize the opportunity to discuss one of his current reads to someone that is interested. His favorite genres include horror, science fiction, certain types of romance novels, thrillers, and memoirs. Lukas also has some Valentian books in his possession, which he’s happy to share (as long as you return it). 

2. PLATONIC

write about your muse and their concept of friendship. ex. how is your muse like with their friends? do they make friends easily or do they find it difficult to connect with others?

Lukas doesn’t have a hard time making friends! Per his ending:

His calm, intellectual mind won him many friends, and he never longed for companionship throughout the rest of his days.

I think at the surface level, Lukas is the kind of guy that’s fairly easy to get along with. He is honest, but tactful enough to avoid immediately alienating others. His steady, unflappable nature and reliability make it easy for others to turn to him when they need help. Lukas enjoys the satisfaction that comes from helping others and seeing them grow, which is a big part of why he wanted to pursue teaching.

Beyond that, however, Lukas thinks that a ‘true friend’ is someone that is willing to stand up for you and support you against an adversary. The last years he spent at home were rife with conflict with his brother, so Lukas is touched when others try to defend him. When he has faith in someone, he is more willing open up and let them in on what’s really troubling him, trusting that they won’t take advantage of his rare vulnerability.

3. ANTAGONISTIC

write about your muse and the conflicts they encounter with other people. ex. who are they on bad terms with? what kind of people do they not get along well with? how do they act around people they don’t like?

Don’t.

Ok but really, Lukas not liking you isn’t an immediate death sentence. He’s professional if nothing else, so he is willing to work with people that he might not normally like or get along with if they’re working towards the same goal.

Lukas dislikes those who look down on others in general, and he has a particular distaste for those who put others down in order to prop themselves up. Unfortunately there were a lot of those people around when he joined the Deliverance, immediately placing him in the line of fire. Lukas is of noble blood, but his family is a minor one of political consequences and he was essentially kicked out of the family by his brother. Whatever social clout he had back home had no meaning there, making him essentially no different from any other “backwater buffoon” or “bumpkin boy”. Lukas is protective of his pride and dignity as a person and doesn’t take well to personal insults. Like, at all.

Which... Lukas isn’t proud of. He’s not the best at communicating when he is angry or hurt, but at the same time he’s very uncomfortable with how angry he gets when he’s pushed to his limits. Lukas’ first instinct is to hold his tongue and try to put aside whatever frustration he’s feeling, which gets him by in the short term but takes its toll on him. Lukas is ashamed of this part of him, which makes him want to push down his anger instead of letting it out, and so the cycle continues.

4. ROMANTIC

write about your muse and their relationship with romance. ex. are they searching for love or not interested in it in the slightest? what’s their dating history like? how do they act around crushes? how would they treat their partner if they were in a relationship?

Lukas is not actively dating or really interested in pursuing anyone. His experience with courting Calla was very pleasant, but in reflection he was never became enamoured with her the way Clive and Mathilda, Alm and Celica, Forsyth and Python are with each other despite spending a lot of time with her. Lukas is capable of loving others but not inclined to be obsessively devoted to someone in that kind of way. Anyone that wants to be his partner would have to come to terms that his love isn’t one of passion lingering in every moment, but of very quiet affection.

Has had a crush on Clive at one point, which was dead in the water considering he was already taken. Lukas is over it now, but he will never let anyone know that happened. Ever. He’s taking that one to the grave.

[rebel-hunk-enjoyer]

Ahahahaha ok I love y'all for encouraging me, thank you!

Pls accept a lil part of my fic where Zeb Very Slowly Realizes He Has A Thing For Kallus:

He’s surprised when no one else recognizes the voice of Agent Kallus in the new Fulcrum transmissions. For a while, he even manages to convince himself it’s just because his ears are keener than the rest’s. He doesn’t rethink the reason when he starts considering how handy Kallus would be on their side in a fight or wondering how different a sideways mission might have gone if Kallus had been there with them. With him, eventually, is how that line of thinking starts to play out, after he’s reasoned that they would be a good pair for close quarters fighting and could do a lot of damage together. 

It actually takes a couple of embarrassing dreams before Zeb starts to think that maybe, just maybe, he immediately picked up on Kallus’ voice for some reason other than his sensitive hearing. By the time he’s waking up hot and bothered in the middle of the night, with dream-Kallus practically purring ‘stubborn lasat’ in his ear, Zeb has to finally admit to himself that he wants to kriff Kallus. 

His hatred for the agent has waned to a very strong dislike and grudging acknowledgement of the human’s skills as a warrior, but some baser part of his brain decides to take that and run with it until his dreams about meeting Agent Kallus in the middle of a heated battle turn into something else just as heated. It doesn’t help that he grew up with a heaping dose of the old ‘rival warriors find each other’ style romance so popular on Lasan. It’s a cliche that goes back to Lasan fairytales rooted in Lira San history, Zeb’s learned, like maybe tracking down some scholarly and historical precedent for having wet dreams about Kallus would make it better. 

Or make it worse. 

Zeb doesn’t know how he feels about it, actually, except that he needs to give himself a hard time over these dreams and then stop having them. 

Because it’s Agent Kallus. 

Which should be embarrassing!

It isn’t nearly as embarrassing as he thinks it should be, though, and that’s a whole other thing he doesn’t want to think about, so he just focuses on putting a stop to the dreams. 

He gives himself stern pep talks a lot of mornings but apparently forgets them by the time he’s drifting off to sleep at night. Probably because he actually doesn’t know how to stop his sleeping mind from doing whatever the hell it wants. So, of course it doesn’t work. Because when has a stern talking to ever worked on him?

But it also doesn’t work because it’s Kallus. 

The next time their paths cross on a mission Kallus still singles him out with the same intensity as always, still fights him close quarters, still snarls at him across their crossed weapons right up until something unravels with the mission that gives the Spectres the upper hand -

And then the bastard smirks at him. 

Knowingly and stuff! 

It’s like something ripped straight out of a fairytale romance and Zeb likes it a lot but also hates how much he likes it. Which is as embarrassing as it should be, thankfully.

So, as hard a time as he gives himself over wanting to kriff Kallus, he doesn’t stop wanting to kriff Kallus and it’s kind of Kallus’ fault, ultimately, so at least Zeb can blame the bastard for it.

In fact, between the missions and then his dreams, Zeb probably backslides in the other direction and starts wanting to kriff Kallus a lot more. 

On missions, they always manage to take their one-on-one fighting further out from the group and his dreams have a way of making it more than just into an empty hallway. Sometimes into an empty room with a sturdy lock, but sometimes inexplicably into his own bunk on the Ghost with the wistful dream-logic suggestion that Kallus had left the ice moon with them. 

The longer it goes on, the less his dreams even bother trying to rationalize it, until they’re kriffing in the ice and snow on Bahryn somehow or in the shade of one of Atollon’s corals or once in the lush clover foliage of a Lira San grove. 

That last one should feel really wrong, incredibly wrong, all things considered, but Zeb stops thinking too hard about it around the same time his dreams throw narrative consistency out the airlock. It’s Kallus’ fault for being flirty - and strong and fierce and brave and having those soft little skin spots that Zeb honestly hadn’t noticed until very recently.

The bastard.

But meeting Kallus on missions and almost kind of play fighting him just for show doesn’t last, not once the Seventh Fleet deploys to the Lothal system. 

But one of the last times they meet like that, turning a corner from the rest of the fight, Zeb backs Kallus all the way to the wall and pins him there with their crossed weapons in a way he’s dreamed about a lot. He leans in, undaunted by the arcing energy of their bo-rifles, and finally manages to give Kallus his own knowing smirk right back. 

That was always his favorite part of the fairytales when he was kit: the rival warrior finally gives in and agrees their battle is now one of the heart.

Just as Zeb begins to realize what he’s doing, that he’s chasing a dream in his waking hours, Kallus’ expression changes. His eyes darken, a pink color rising to his cheeks and obscuring his spots, and he tips his head just so, brandishing a lushly furred cheek as if offering himself for a whiff. 

Zeb can actually feel his brain begin to grind to a stop, unable to accept what feels like forbidden knowledge and reads like a lasat intimacy a human rightly wouldn’t know about. 

A blaster bolt separates them before he can do something really stupid (like lean in and rub his cheek into Kallus’ face fur), but the moment has been taking center stage in his dreams ever since.

So I kind of want to share some bits of what I'm working on, here, but I'm also struggling with how embarrassingly self-indulgent that seems.

On the other hand, screaming about mutual blorbos is an act of creativity and could theoretically help me with the writing process, right?

[bbiemochi]

saw reqs open :D i really loved how you wrote mika in your last req so i was wondering if you could be able to do a hiiro and writer!reader one where they're almost like leo when it comes to composing, but instead of writing down their ideas, they space out for a few minutes to form it in their head? hiiro needs a little more love and i think the reader would see his perspective of life as an inspiration <3

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 | hiiro amagi x reader

[an]: hi, hi, sweetie~! <33 tysm for requesting! first things first, i’m sorry this took a while JEJSUSJS i had to pull my shitty motivation back together to finish requests ToT and my lack of brain juice is storming so i decided to use that to the reader as inspo LFMSJSNSI anyways, please do enjoy! <33

summary: like always, your boyfriend always notices when you’re struggling with words as your reputation as a writer. and as much as he loves you, hiiro helps out by opening his heart to you.

pairing: hiiro amagi x g/n!writer!reader

genre: fluff!

“arghh! no, no, no—that idea isn’t good enough..!”

as a head was slumped down the desk, papers scattering down the floor while a pen rolled over along, hiiro hears you groan for the 5th time this day after returning from idol practice. the new idol was often confused of you could easily get irritated when no sense of inspiration floats over your head like what happens all the time when writing a new paragraph for your new book. you’re a writer you see, and despite so it seems your lack of new ideas can completely bother you from time to time, and because of that you tend to freak out.

the deadlines is what pressured you the most. hiiro knows these for sure, in fact he tends to take note in mind that every time he visits your place, the first thing you both would enter is your (quite messy) room. just a cup of coffee, papers scattered, a typewriter on the side and your laptop on your studying table. plus add your trash can that has been filled. there were moments were you would stay quiet like a doll, then type down on what’s your head. and with that action thus brings a smile over his face. however, regardless of your condition at the moment, hiiro still loves how determined and hardworking you are at your position. even though you tend to just whine out of thin air which surprises him. like right now.

“out of ideas again?”

“it’s not that easy, ok?? i swear, whenever an inspiration comes out in mind and i decided to rethink it, all of a sudden, poof! it’s gone…!” you responded before slamming your head down your table, creating a loud thud. because of this, hiiro worriedly stands up and walks over to your side, hand reaching towards your shoulder. you were more worn out today than you always were, he takes notice of this. from the time being you would simply ask questions like; ‘oh should i put this on this?’ or either a ‘maybe i should add something more to these characters to add more interests to the readers?’ whatever it was, you would always tell hiiro what the fuss was. although at this moment, it seems that wasn’t the case at all.

as the male looked over your laptop (while your head was still slumped down on your desk), hiiro reads your work, carefully…reading every word existing in that very page of your work and then…smiles. it wasn’t that bad. well, he’s not much of a book reader so he doesn’t know. hiiro only reads your books, and no one else’s (also the magazines he reads given by aira about idols). “y/n are you writing a romance novel for your next work or…?” he asks, using the mouse to scroll down in order to read more. you hummed from below, not even bothering to look up and face him. “my editor told me that i’ve been writing a lot of amazing ideas about mystery plots, but then requested me if i could make a change a little…the most popular genre right now is romance so i gave that one a shot…” you replied, and your boyfriend nods in return.

over 221 pages is what you’ve written in total this month. he was reading the current page you were stuck in and whining about. chapter 15: cupids’ words it titles. and the main protagonist was narrating about the small realization of love that they’re feeling towards the love interests. typical novels. standing up, hiiro taps over your shoulder and placed both hands on his hip. “y/n, look at me,” he says, and you did. slowly lifting your head, hair messy and eyelids carried with dark circles underneath, hiiro sends you a beam. “i know exactly what you’re missing,” he adds, then you smiled widely.

“really?! oh my god, i knew you were a savior! tell me, tell me…!”

he chuckles at your reaction. “ok then. what you need is…a good and relaxing sleep.”

your face pauses. huh? the next thing you know is that you were being dragged down on the bed. hiiro was strong…so you didn’t had any time to escape his tough grip from your arm and slide back to your working station. now that you were laying down, hiiro finally locks you into his warm arms, face resting on your shoulders as he hums over your neck, sending small shivers down your back. “h-hiiro…! wait, no! i…i have to get back to work…!” you yelled, yet your lover didn’t listen. instead, his grip on you tightened, now there was no way you’re going to be able to escape his grasp. this guy…you swear…

“no, get some rest. i’m tired of seeing you stressed all the time…” you hear him mumble on your shoulder. the sight of your boyfriend being clingy was…kind of rare. in fact, he did support every action you made, he never seemed to make you refuse your decision, but today? hiiro was more caring than ever. this made your heart pound a little…cheeks slightly flushed and your hands gripping on his shoulder as you sighed. the room was a bit dark, considering it was almost nightfall—around 5:57pm. the lamp on your desk was still opened, papers making small noises down and the sound of silence took the rest of it along with a clock’s hand ticking down. you were speechless. you’re probably in the middle of thinking right now, is what hiiro guesses.

“how was practice…?” you managed to erupt out while cuddling the male.

you can feel him smile over your shoulder. “it was alright i guess…i was worried aira was dozing off a bit today. we thought he had a fever or something and…it turned out he was just nervous for the next live we’re going to be holding.”

“typical aira…” a conversation grows.

“yeah. not just that, when we return to the dorm he suddenly just slumped down on his bed—not even bothering to eat dinner. the next thing we know is that he was asleep…” hiiro added, and you laughed. “was he that exhausted? poor aira..”

“i’m not sure, either. but all i know is that he practiced well today. and that’s the important part..heck, today i even met even more idols than before. they all looked so serious, but i can’t help but ask some of them to be my friend.”

as another wave of peace floated by, you gently pushed hiiro away to look at his face. hiiro notices this gesture and looked back at you with pure bewilderment. “you’re…really optimistic about opening up to new friends, aren’t you…?”

hiiro wasn’t sure if you were serious about that question since he knew you know about this attitude of his. in fact, because of his friendly nature—that’s how he met you. “i like making new friends,” he answers back, naturally. “that’s how i got to know you after all. and i don’t regret a single thing about it.” hiiro finds you quiet, and observant at the moment. you were thinking…

if it was the temperature in this room or your cheeks glowing red, you would choose the temperature more for the reason. sheepishly, you dug your face down on your lover’s chest, too embarrassed to even look at him in the eye. “i-i know that..” you murmured. he chuckles down over your figure as he brushes his fingers through your hair. “do you still remember those words?” he looks down at you while he asks. “those three words you told me one night while we were scrolling down back to your house?”

your face heats up. “o-of course i do…”

with that reply, hiiro smiles. “would you mind saying it?”

“you little…! i-if you just wanna hear me say it at least say it first..” you retorted before inhaling a deep breath. hiiro was smiling cheek to cheek the entire time, and you were stuck between pinching his cheeks until it hurt or kissing him. and then, it struck you. “i love you.” just simple three words and it still made his heart jump till this day. satisfied with you response, hiiro pulls you close to him as the both of your foreheads stuck together, his laughter echoing the room while all you could do was blush.

“and i love you too…!” he says, pressing a small peck on your lips. how many cupids shot your heart today? definitely a lot…and he was the main victim for your love. with the idea popping through your head, you excitedly pushed hiiro away with the most huge smile on your face your boyfriend had ever seen today. your actions surprised him while you yelp in joy. “that’s it…! i finally found an inspiration! hiiro i really, really love you!!”

“eh?? y/n what are you—

jumping out of the bed, you quickly made your way back towards your study table and opened your laptop up in a flash, now continuing to type down on what had placed over your head. hiiro stands up after, and as he watches you type over your laptop with a wide grin, all he could do was smile over at you. who was he to stop your actions when you looked so adorable right now?

after your work was over and the two of you head to bed, hiiro secretly reads the chapter you finished today. instead of seeing ‘chapter 15: cupids’ words’ like it was titled this day, instead he saw ‘chapter 15: the three words you told me.”

a/n: i felt like this was a little rushed HUHUHU I’M SORRY :,}

request: closed :(

[bitchyfoxymama]

Survive - HOTD ZOMBIE AU - HOTD X READER P. 2

Warnings: angsty angst, romance Aemond x reader, blood, close calls, zombies duh, major character death 💀

A/n: finally it is here! The highly requested pt 2! I think I’m going to make this a 4 part mini series

Tag list: @anaisbambia @valeskafics @wanderingcl0ud @dothrckis

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Our drive from the Apartment to the Targaryen mansion was a short one, only a forty minute drive, we pass by many bodies, we have Baela and Rhaena cover the younger boys eyes as we pass, when we make it to Alicent and Rhaenyra, the sun has already fallen past the horizon. When we exit our cars the hugs are bone crushing. We do once over again at their home to make sure everything is safe, gathering more supplies and weapons.

“We are safe here for the night, tomorrow we can head up to the cabin,” I say pulling away from the hug from Alicent, I look over at the others, “we should siphon the gas from your cars if that’s ok with you all, Jace and I have the biggest cars, they fit the most people, plus it’ll be safer. Aemond has the fastest car, it’ll be good on supply runs. Aunt Nyra do you still have the walkie-talkies? The ones for emergencies? As well as any guns you may have, I know how Uncle Viserys liked to hunt as well,”

“Yes, I’ll make sure to grab them before we leave in the morning, I don’t mind you taking the gas, not like we will need them anyway,” she says smiling sadly.

Aemond shakes his agreeing with me, “I do agree, I’ll grab the garden hose”

“Come, I’ll show you to your rooms for the night,” Alicents says while wrapping an arm around Daeron and walking in the house.

“I’ll take the first watch, uh we should also sleep in shifts, you never know what’s out there, survivors? Zombies? Could be any threat,” I say while smiling at my two surrogate moms. Alicent and Rhaenyra raised me while my parents were away on business. I would do anything and everything in my power to protect them and the rest of their family, my family.

“Ok sweet girl” Rhaenyra says as she kisses the top of my head, “Jace and Aemond, you should join her, keep each other safe,”

The two boys shake their heads in agreement.

“We need to leave by sunrise if we want to get a good amount of drive into tomorrow,” Rhaenyra says as she follows the rest of her family into the house.

Once I know for sure that everyone else is inside safe and no one but the three of us can hear me, I utter my next statement.

“I um, I almost died today,” I start as I sit on the front porch with the guys leaning against the rails, looking up at me with concern, guns at their sides while the bloodied bat lays in my lap.

“When me and Cregan checked the first apartment one of those things was hidden. He got on top of me, but Cregan was able to save me. These things are strong but if we hit them hard enough in the head with something sturdy we can end them. I’m pretty sure swords and knives work well if you pierce the brain.”

“So we just bash these suckers in the skulls, save our bullets for bigger groups of them and take out single ones with a bash like they did in The Walking Dead ,” Jace says excitedly.

“Jace this isn’t some show, this is real life right now,” Aemond scolds.

“No, Jace is on to something here, we only have two guns with us currently, we’re gonna need more weapons that don’t need bullets. Aem, do you and Aegon still have your little league bats?” I ask, looking at him.

“Yeah they’re in the garage, I’ll have Aegon grab them before we leave tomorrow. Come on let’s start siphoning the gas,”

We begin the tedious task of siphoning, the moment I taste the gasoline I put the hose in the gasoline tank, spitting out the reminisce from my mouth.

Something moving beyond the hedges gets the three of us on alert.

“What was that?” Jace whispers, hand tightening on the shotgun.

“I’m not quite sure…you guys hang back and continue with the gas” I say as I step forward towards the hedges. As I step closer, another one of the zombies comes walking through. I swing my bat hard enough, ending it, I turn back towards the two walking back when more noises come from the hedges. Ten more of the dead come walking through right after it, fuck.

I look back towards Aemond and Jace, “GET THE OTHERS NOW IT'S NOT SAFE HERE ANYMORE, NOW GO JACE!” I scream, turning back around to swing at the head of the zombie. Aemond soon joins me firing off shots from the pistol.

We start moving back up towards the house as we can hear the frantic running of feet towards the cars, “Aegon grab your little league bats from the garage, we’re gonna need them,” I say behind my shoulder.

“Fuck I’m out,” Aemond says as he pushed me behind him, i grab his arm and pull him along with me to the cars, he gets into the passenger seat of my car as I get into the driver seat. Alicent, Jace and I all start the cars just as an even bigger hoard of the dead comes walking through the hedges. We pull them out like crazy.

“Here Y/n, the walkie-talkie mom found, she said put it on channel 2,” Baela says from the back seat.

“Thanks sweetheart,” I say grabbing it while steering with one hand, “Alright, just follow me, and if we for whatever reason get separated, Cregan will guide you guys to the cabin,”

“Alright,” Heleana replies over the walkies, “We’ve got our car loaded with the guns,”

“And I’ve got the Bats in the truck,” Aegon says from behind me as well.

“Alright, it’s about a 22hr drive to Winterfell, we should get there by the day after tomorrow if we take shifts driving.

“Sounds like a plan,” Cregan agrees.

“Sound good sweetie,” Alicent says.

I check the time and see that it’s just hitting midnight, I involuntarily yawn causing Aemond to look over and check on me.

“Hey if you need me to drive, do you can rest, let me know ok, we need you at 100%” Aemond says, laying a hand on my thigh.

“Of course, I’ll let you know when I need the shift change,” I smiled up at him.

12 HOURS LATER

I’m shaken awake by Aemond as we pull to the side of the road, a clearing. Baela and Aegon had taken the front seats sometime while I was sleeping.

“Hey come on we made it just outside Harrenhal, we’re stopping for a much needed stretch and to eat food,” Aemond says gently, “we’ve already scoped it out as well so we should be safe for at least a few hours,”

“we could drive into harrenhal, get some more supplies and weapons, we need to save our bullets. In fact I’m sure we’d find more ammo there as well. We need melee weapons, and everyone needs to learn how to shoot,” you say, stepping out of the car walking to your small group.

“Hey Y/n/n, here I saved you some beef jerky,” Heleana says holding up a stick.

You smile at her, “Thanks Hel,” you bite into the tough meat, swallowing before you choose to speak.

“We need more supplies, water, weapons and gas. A few of us should head into Harrenhal to grab what we need, we can’t all go. I’ll go for certain but Cregan you need to stay in case anything happens to me, you get the rest of them to the cabin,”

“I’ll go with,” Aegon says, “Might as well make myself useful,”

“I’ll go too, we can all pile in my car,” Jace says, standing up and gripping the shotgun.

“Then it’s settled, Aemond you and Cregan can start training them on how to shoot, you the guns sparse until we get back with more ammo,” I said walking to the back of my car getting the bats and handing them to Aegon and Jace. Jace hands over the shotgun to his Nyra.

Alicent and Nyra both go over to their respective kids giving them words of encouragement and kisses on their heads, they both turn to me and pull me into a hug.

“You come back to us too,” Nyra says, holding my face in her hand.

“I will aunt Nyra,” I smile at her, “Come on, let's head out,” I say, walking to Jaces SUV.

“Y/n, wait, before you go,” Aemond says while jogging to me.

“Yeah wha-“ he cuts me off with a kiss, hands on my cheeks. I deepen the kiss, swiping my tongue across his bottom lip. We pull away when someone coughs. I look away and sniffle, placing the back of my hand over my lips.

“You come back to me,” Aemond says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I will,” I say, kissing him once more and climbing into the car, “come on let’s go, so we can be back before the sun goes down,”

Harrenhal is just as bad as we thought, zombies surround the entire place. We were able to park about a mile away, bats at the ready.

“Come on the pharmacy looks clear, if we are quick we can hit up the market and the game and wildlife store after,” Aegon says as we run to the back door, trying to avoid the zombies.

“Alright we spread out,” I say, holding the bat out in front of me as we check for zombies.

We spread out, filing our backpacks with any medical supplies and medicine we can find. I go to the feminine hygiene area and stock up.

Aegon whistles, “Hey Y/n/n” he holds up a box of condoms waging his eyebrows at me. I flip him off with a smile.

“Hey do we need antibiotics?” Jace says behind the counter.

“Yeah grab it all, we never know when we would need something” I say turning back towards him only to be ambushed, “Shit!”

I push it away and bash it in the head, it’s blood and juices getting over my face and clothes. Aegon and Jace rush over to me.

“Fuck, Y/n are you ok?” Aegon asks, dropping his bag and bat, holding my face in his hands looking all over me.

“I’m fine, I didn’t get bit or scratched, I’m ok”

“Alright, can’t have you dying on us, you hold this group together,” he says smiling.

“Come on, I think we’re good here, let’s head to the market, we can get canned food and water” Jace says.

“Yeah come on, it seems we've cleared out this place to last us a while,” I say, looking out the front door and checking to see if any zombies were near, only a few. I open the front door and motion for the other to follow.

We run over to market, clearing out the few walkers we see as we enter. We head in the same direction this time to avoid the pharmacy fiasco. We go down each aisle getting cans of food, and water filling up our bags the rest of the way.

“Holy shit!” Jace yells, causing me and Aegon to turn towards him fearing the worst, “look guys twinkies!”

Our faces light up, we rip open the sweet treat and bite into them. We all moan in delight, grabbing boxes of the snack cakes, taking them to the group would definitely raise some spirits especially in those of the children. As we finish packing up supplies including getting some knives from the kitchen section.

Finally making it to the game and wildlife store Aegon and I take off our duffles and open them up, filling it with hunting knives, riffles, handguns and ammo. You also grab the camping gear and some sleeping bags as well. We also clean house, it’s a great start to your otherwise bigger haul in the future by the time you make it to the cabin.

As we are headed out the door, I notice an ax. I pick it up and head back to the car loading up and cheerfully laughing with my two friends. When we make it back everyone smiles as though everyone has let out a breath they’d been holding since we left.

Aemonds runs up to me, trying to pull me into his chest but I put one hand up. “No I have zombie blood and guts all over me”

“I don’t care, I knew you’d make it back in one piece, you and my brother and cousin,”

I smile up at him and kiss his nose, causing him to blush, I pull away from him and walk towards the rest of the group, “We grabbed more than enough food to last us til we made it back to the cabin and possibly even more. We got these though we figured it would cheer you guys up?” I say pulling out the twinkies we managed to find. The kids and even Nyra and Alicents faces light up at the treats.

“Y/n, they’re all decent shots now, but I don’t think we should travel anymore today, we can pick up the driving tomorrow, if we leave by day break we could get there tomorrow,” Cregan says.

“Alright, that sounds like a good idea, we got more guns and knives. Everyone gets a knife, when a zombie gets near you, you use the knife, right to the head,” I instruct, as I sit down by the small fire they’ve created.

By day break we begin packing up the trucks, getting ready to head back on the road. Groaning can be heard coming back from the trees, zombies appearing.

We get the smaller children into the car along with Nyra and Alicent who shoot from the open windows. We begin stabbing the undead in their heads, soon we have finished them all off.

We let our guard down for a brief moment. That moment is destroyed by Luke’s screams of agony. I quickly turn and stab the zombie's head, he soon releases Luke and the young boy falls into my arms as I put pressure on his bite.

[selenacosmic]

Romance in the office.

Chapter 15 - becoming closer.

Well… this was awkward.

If I could, i would dig a hole and hide myself right now. I have heard of people complaining about meeting their bosses outside of their office, but to be with your boss in their home? Guess I am the lucky one.

To be completely honest, my problem isn’t that he is my boss, I believe I have gotten close to him enough to the point where I don’t really feel awkward around him. My problem is that I fell asleep and he had to carry me on our way back. I can’t imagine just how inconvenient it must have been for him to lend me his room. He even prepared something for me to drink…

I felt very awkward when I woke up, but I can’t say I am feeling that way now, shingen has done a lot already to make me feel comfortable. Besides, this is the perfect opportunity for us to know a bit more about each other. He had guided me from his room to his living room, I took the chance to glance around his apartment. His bedroom was quite large, it surprised me this was one of the apartments in the same building I live in. What caught my attention was the fact that his bed was huge, that could be considered a queen’s size bed. The duvet was very comfortable too, I can’t help but feel ashamed about what went through my mind while laying on his bed.

Anyone he brought home must have loved laying in that bed.

I know I did, I almost slept again if I hadn’t noticed I wasn’t in my room. Ok, brain, enough thinking about his bed. I distract myself by looking around the hallway, despite being a big apartment, it was actually very simple yet comfortable.

“I apologize if the place is a bit messy, I am still decorating everything.” His voice was as sweet as ever, making me pay attention to him.

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize! I actually really liked what you did with the place.” I wasn’t just saying that out of politeness, his apartment was already very nice. Despite being my first time visiting him, I already feel cozy.

My words seem to have brought a smile to his face, he moved the cushions on the couch to make a comfortable seat before offering it to me. “You truly are sweet, my angel. Though I am serious about the decorations.” Once I was sitting on the couch, he made himself comfortable beside me.

“If that’s the case, why not ask Yoshimoto to help you? I am sure he knows his cousin’s taste very well.” In fact, they might have some taste in common, Yoshimoto would make this place resemble Shingen a lot.

“While that’s true, I would rather take my time making the furniture, then I will ask him for help with the rest of the decorations.” That caught my attention, did he just say he makes furniture?

“Excuse me for asking, but did you make every furniture in this apartment?”

“Most of it, yes. Only a few things were gifts, like this couch and the bed. But the rest of what you saw was all my work.” As if I couldn’t be more impressed with this man… the furniture I have seen so far was beautifully crafted.

“You truly are a talented man. I am guessing art runs in the family?” Yoshimoto and shingen were obviously different in many ways, but there were also many similarities that reminded me that they were cousins.

For example, their experience in romance, how they sweet talk others, their passion for art… though the last one seems to be more intense with Yoshimoto.

“Thank you, receiving compliments from a goddess motivates me to make more.” He shot me one of those smiles that I used to see as insufferable, though recently it has become a smile I feel fondness of. “In other words, if you ever want me to make something for you, I will be more than glad to.”

“That’s a tempting offer, can you hold onto that request? When I think of something, I will immediately tell you what I want.” I wonder what it is that I should chose, I don’t have have a furniture that I need in my apartment, perhaps something more decorative…

“Hmm… can I make another offer?” He crossed his arms, shifting his gaze away from me as he became lost in thought, it was almost like he couldn’t truly wait for me to think. “How about I surprise you? From my last visit to your apartment, I think I know what would suit you.”

“Oh, so you want to surprise me? Well.. that’s definitely better than making me decide.” I put my hand on my chin, pretending to be thinking hard about his offer. “Alright, I will let you impress me.”

“My muse has expectations from me, then I should go beyond them.” With that, he threw a wink my way. That gesture became so silly to me by now that I could only laugh at him.

Shingen really was both easy and difficult to talk to, that was something i could clearly see. From what i have observed so far from working with him, he is the one who decides if it would be a chill conversation or an unnerving one. In other words, he is the one who takes the lead. And right now? He really knows how to lower my guard and make me relax while being in his presence. If this had happened during my first week of working for him, this situation would have been very awkward.

“As I have asked, I was hoping I could learn more about you. Truth be told, I feel quite bad about making you go through all of this.” He was still guilty about that? But I was the one who accepted it… this was one of the things that frustrated me about him and I don’t know why.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty, didn’t I say I wanted to help you? If I can do more, I will.” To be honest, I also didn’t understand why I wanted to help so badly. It’s just that… something about him frustrated me, made me want to assist him and take some of that burden off his shoulders. “But I do agree that this is the perfect opportunity for us to talk.”

“Yet again you remind me that you are my angel.” He shifted on the couch to become more comfortable, smiling softly as he closed his eyes. “I remember that you said you used to be in an orphanage. If this isn’t uncomfortable to ask, how long were you in there?”

Ah, I never truly stopped to talk about this with anyone ever since… well, she is in the past now. I should control my emotions if I ever end up mentioning her.

“I was there since my first memories, I have no idea who my real family is, what they are like.. or why I ended up in that orphanage.” Some might think I suffered while being there, but that wasn’t true. While I did have my own issues regarding who my real family was, and the financial problems that the orphanage went through, I did make good friends there. “I would say I had a pretty normal childhood, lacking a few things that other kids with families had, but nothing big.”

“It’s good to know you didn’t go through anything bad while staying there. Children should be able to be spoiled and enjoy their childhood.” There was a sad tone to his voice, it made me wonder what was he thinking about while saying that. “But you didn’t spend all your life there, what happened?” He changed the subject and opened his eyes to look at me.

“Someone adopted me, obviously.” Someone very precious at that, I wish I had been more open with her at that start when I was adopted. “She was… someone with a very noble heart. She couldn’t have children so she adopted one.”

“You speak of her with a lot of affection. If you don’t mind me asking, how was your guardian?” How was she…? Guess I did end up talking more about her than i should.

“She was always smiling, acting silly for an adult her age. Sometimes I wondered why she was that playful.” I can still remember how I was back then. I didn’t trust her to keep me as her daughter, so I acted coldly. I wonder if that was because I was an edgy teenager. Despite that, she still treated me warmly, almost like I was still a toddler. “She had a bad luck with dates.” I chuckled as I remembered the nights she would come back frustrated at her dates, always complaining how ‘they didn’t know how to treat a lady’.

“Is that so? You seem to find her bad luck amusing.” He was chuckling with me now, i felt like my tongue was getting more loose while speaking with him. “What was her name?”

“… Eden, her name was Eden. She looked nothing like me, so to many it was obvious that I was adopted.” Though she never cared about what others thought, I was her daughter and that was final.

“… perhaps I am becoming too bold, but what happened?” I could see that he was hesitant about asking, and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to say much.

“An accident. She didn’t… leave, but sometimes I wonder if what happened to her was more cruel than..” I preferred to not finish my sentence, lowering my head to not think about it. Come on, you should be over by now.

I felt something warm on my cheek, only now did I notice that were a few stubborn tears rolling down my cheeks. Shingen moved closer while wiping them for me.

“Let’s talk about something else, hm? I asked you more than I should, and I apologize for being selfish. Why not ask about me?” His voice was warm, very comforting in the mood I was in. I nodded and quickly wiped my face and shook my head, it was better to focus on him now.

“If you really don’t mind… can I ask how your childhood was like? I remember you saying that you couldn’t really enjoy things like amusement parks.” It was on our date, I remember him mentioning this briefly. I am still curious as to what he meant by that.

“Well, for one, I believe we are quite similar in that regard. Back then… my name was Harunobu.”

To be continued…