#my eyes genuinely watered walking into the walk spot because it’s been a bit

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┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "you and kunigami meet at a stuffy party and sit under the stars idk"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Kunigami R. x Gn! Reader ★ Run Time: 1.1k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Slice of Life] pure fluff, alcohol mention, might be cringe i only glanced at it ★ older work !!

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“chug chug chug!” the crowd forming around the table chanted as kunigami gulped down the last of the incredibly watered down ‘fruit punch’ that was sloshing around in a large bowel. when he finally took the last sip and slammed the bowl on the table the crowd erupted into cheers. kunigami was cheering along side them, with his fist in the air he was smiling while all his friends and onlookers praised him. 

from where kunigami was sitting, he was able to see the door through the people surrounding him. so he didn’t miss when the door opened, glancing over once before giving it a double take when he saw you walking in. for just a second it seemed like the music was turned down and everyone had gone silently as he watched you timidly wave and smile at people he didn’t even think you knew.

he clumsily got up from his chair, giving his friends and others fleeting smiles and thanks as he broke through the crowd. almost tripping over his own feet, he finally met up with you, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. 

“uh- hey y/n,” he tried to not seem as out of breath and nervous as he was, a sheepish smile on his face when he got your attention. 

“oh hi kunigami!” you turned to face him, instantly smiling as you waved. you didn’t know him too well, having only seen him during the couple classes you have together. but you did know that he was a genuine guy. you could feel your friends gawking from behind you but as soon as you turned to look at them they were all busy conversing amongst themselves.

“i uh didn’t know you’d be here,” kunigami laughed awkwardly, silently cursing himself for acting so weird. fidgeting, he shoved his hands in his pockets, trying very hard to will his blush away. 

“oh yea i usually don’t come to these things. my friends-,” you went to gesture behind you, only stopping short when you realized they were all gone now. you quickly scan the crowd, finally spotting one of your friends enthusiastically giving you a thumbs up. with a sigh, you turned your attention back to kunigami. “well my friends forced me to come although i dont know why considering they ditched me,” it was your turn to laugh awkwardly now, both you looking away as you two stood near the doorway. 

“its kinda loud in here isnt it?” kunigami asked, trying so so desperately to keep the conversation going despite the slightly uncomfortable air among you. so he was absolutely delighted when you gave him another small smile. 

“yeah i guess it kinda is a little loud,” you nodded your head slightly. “and a bit stuffy now that i think about it,” you added on once the warm air began to stick to your skin in an unpleasant way. 

“do you maybe want to go sit outside for a bit,” kunigami could feel the blush on his face growing dark, not entirely sure if it was because of you or the alcohol or maybe even both. you took a glance over at your friends who seemed to be busy with their own conversations and decided that getting some fresh air wouldnt be bad despite just having come in. 

“yea sure,” you nodded again, not missing the way kunigami’s smile brightened at your response. he said something to you but whatever it was, was too hard to hear over the music. so without another word, you followed him outside. 

the chilly air felt amazing on your skin and you almost let out a sigh of relief at the feeling. you trailed behind kunigami as he rounded the corner of the house, unable to keep your eyes off of the bright stars above you. 

with a thud, you knocked into kunigami’s now unmoving figure. having been too distracted with the sparkling dots above you, you didn’t realize he had even stopped walking. with rushed apologies from you and frantic reassurance from him, you both eventually settle on the steps leading to the side door. it was silent between the two of you for a few moments. the only noises being the muffled music and yelling coming from inside. 

“so do you like the stars?” kunigami asked softly after watching you stare up into the night sky. you turned to face him, a soft smile on your face as you fidgeted with your fingers. 

“yeah i mean they’re beautiful,” you could feel kunigami’s body heat radiate onto your side, a stark contrast to the crisp air around you. he sighed before looking up at the stars. 

“ive never really taken the time to look at them,” his voice was soft, as if he was truly just now learning to appreciate the stars’ beauty. you felt your smile grow wider as you looked at him, your face heating up despite the cold air clinging to it. 

“well maybe you should start,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with your own playfully. you felt something in your stomach when you heard him laugh. it sounded like music the stars themselves had begun to play. 

“y’know what i think i will,” he turned to you, a beaming grin on his face as he looked at you. it seemed like the two of you were stuck like that for a while. as if you were able to see the stars in each others eyes. you giggled softly, your body temperature rising as he continued to look at you. 

“you’re looking at me like i hung the stars,”

“it definitely feels like you did,” his response was quick, but not rushed. as if he truly meant what he said. as if it truly felt to him in that moment that you were the one capable of creating such beauty in the world. 

your eyes widened just a little at his words, the warmth clouding your cheeks growing as he brought a hand up to cup one of them. your body stiffened for a split second before allowing yourself to melt into his touch. he had that same look of wonder in his eyes as he inched his face closer to yours. 

your eyes fluttered closed the instant you could feel his breath fan against your lips and it wasn’t much of a wait before you felt his press against them. it was quick, too quick for your liking and you caught yourself almost pouting as he pulled away. 

“kunigami i-,”

“what’s goin on out here?!” both you and kunigami whipped your heads towards the door behind you, finding the faces of two of kunigami’s teammates standing right behind the window to your horror. 

you immediately hid your face in your hands as you grew embarrassed of their teasing. but you had to admit, hearing kunigami get flustered and try to defend himself was pretty adorable. 

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nice way to spend new years

[rockyteriyaki]

i wasn’t quite able to finish my other halloween fic in time for the deadline, so i dragged out a carcar snippet and wrote a little bit for a tumblr fic! 1.5k words, guardian angel au 🪽 @motorsport-halloween

The first place they steer him after a race is the guardian angels tent.

It’s small, made of slippy plastic tarping and held up by thin aluminum, cheap like everything in F3. Water slides off the top and pours down the sides in a clear curtain. Today, there are more guardians than usual: a dense cube of feathers packed together to avoid the worsening storm. Probably because everyone and their mother was sliding around the track just now. Perilously.

Oscar stands on his tiptoes from his spot under an awning, trying to profile the crowd before running out in the downpour. He’s seen his angel exactly one time before- when he’d gotten into a particularly nasty collision and had to retire from a race. He remembers dark wings, dark eyebrows, dark eyes. An accented voice not that much older than his own.

“That was stupid. Do not- like that, you shouldn’t. Be smarter.”

Oscar had just stood there, gaping. Hadn’t closed his mouth until his angel had sort of huffed and turned away, back to the tent. The sparkling rip in the atmosphere was starting to stitch itself up, by then, swirling plastic cones into it like a vacuum. Saved by the bell. It hadn’t been until after he’d left that Oscar realized what he’d really wanted to say was fuck off.

Now, Oscar watches the rest of the grid flock to the tent, skittering in under the rain and finding their angels. He watches them idly recount their race stories to various levels of enthusiasm, subject themselves to pat-downs and wellness checks and lectures as needed. There’s genuine affection in their touches, especially in those whose drivers lost control of their cars or locked up in the rain. Who maybe got a little bit closer to the edge. When he gets to F1, this part won’t be televised, but it’ll be more thorough and more often. Because he’ll be closer to the edge, every single race.

But Oscar was pretty damn close today and his angel isn’t here, so. Maybe not.

Halfway through the F2 season, Oscar decides he officially hates his angel.

Whenever he feels his tires start to slip, whenever he clips the barrier or botches a turn, the adrenaline that rises in his throat is partially because he thinks that maybe his angel will have felt it. That he’ll be waiting for him under the tent or in the cooldown room, this time, and his dark eyes will be filled with something other than cool indifference. Like, a shred of concern for Oscar’s life, maybe. But he’s not, and he never is, and Oscar kind of really hates him.

The next time he sees him is in a bland conference room with Mark, his legal squadron and the team principal of Alpine who’s name Oscar can never remember. His black hair catches the shitty fluorescent-looking light of his halo and Oscar almost walks right back out.

“What is this,” he whispers to Mark. It’s not a hiss. “Why is he here.”

“I have to be here. To make sure your life is not ruined,” his angel says, at full volume. Oscar dislikes him so much.

“You are so—“ Oscar starts and doesn’t finish, which is a tactic he uses when he’d like to say something rude but shouldn’t. “Wait.” He turns to Mark. “Is my life about to be ruined?”

Mark inhales, reaching for his manila folder. The Alpine people wince. His angel waggles his incredibly thick eyebrows.

Oscar doesn’t sign with Alpine. He gets a text from an unknown number that says “See you should listen to me yes?” and he thinks about doing something crazy like throwing his phone against the wall. Instead, he shoves it under his sweatshirt and lets it rest against his stomach. It goes up and down as he breathes.

The issue is that his angel doesn’t leave.

Apparently he has to stick around until the ink is dry on Oscar’s contract, now that he’s waded into this whole mess. He has a little phone-like thing, sleek and rectangular, that lights up every once in awhile with indecipherable notifications about the state of Oscar’s life, or whatever. Oscar is 99% he has it on whatever the all-seeing equivalent of “do not disturb” is. He’s the worst.

“What’s his name again?” Oscar asks, around a mouthful of eggs.

“Carlos,” Mark says.

“Carlos,” Oscar seethes.

“You’re gonna have to nut up, mate,” Mark says. He sounds tired. “It’s standard procedure.”

Oscar wants to ask if it’s standard procedure to be concussed and have the doctors at the track refuse to take you to A&E without guardian angel signoff, and for that signoff to never arrive because your angel can’t be fucked, but he doesn’t.

Carlos is never around unless it’s to steer Oscar away from people and look smug. After the seventieth awkward handshake with the shadow of Carlos looming over his shoulder like an overgrown, disapproving hawk, he pulls him into a corner.

“Can you just tell me what I’m meant to do?”

“What do you mean,” Carlos says. It would have sounded sarcastic, if he hadn’t physically flopped his head to the side as he said it. Something evil settles around Oscar’s heart.

“My fate. My destiny, God’s plan, whatever the fuck, I just—I can do it myself. Please.” It comes out a little bit more desperate than he intends, but still north of begging, so he chalks it up as a point.

“No, I cannot,” Carlos says. “This is my job. Sorry,” he adds, because Oscar has the heels of his hands pressed over his eyes.

“Okay, so what if I—I dunno, disobey you?”

“Then you are making a big mistake,” Carlos says, so solemnly. His wings twitch a little bit, rising and flexing through his shoulder blades. Oscar swallows.

“You can’t stop me.”

“I can. This is my job,” Carlos repeats. His wings flare even further. The tips of the darker feathers almost block out the light, closing Oscar into the corner.

“I’ll sign with Alpine,” Oscar challenges. He doesn’t really want to do that, but there’s some kind of rabbity panic jumping around in his chest and making him stupid. “I could. They want me.”

“They don’t.” Carlos’ eyes are blazing the same neon as his halo. He could be seeing all possible futures right now, for all Oscar knows, and yet he still sounds like a moody toddler, shooting down everything Oscar says.

“I’ll show you the contract, mate, they definitely do.” Oscar is no better than him, apparently.

Except maybe he is, because Carlos steps forward until they’re practically chest-to-chest. All Oscar can see in his periphery are reflections of halo-light and Carlos’ heaving chest, his aquiline nose. “You don’t even—“

Somewhere, an alarm starts going off.

Carlos says something in Spanish, short and sharp. His eyes are wide. He fishes his angel-phone-thing out of his jeans. It’s angry red, flashing and beeping and buzzing all at once. An instinctive panic rockets through Oscar, far away from the warm anticipatory one from a few seconds ago.

“Isn’t that,” Oscar says. Clears his throat. “Um, is that bad?”

“Shit,” Carlos says in English. He does something weird, after that: like his whole body flickering, disappearing for a few milliseconds and then popping back in. “Shit. Oscar. We just—you just made a mistake.”

His accent makes it sound more deliberate. Mees-tek. “What? No, I didn’t.”

You’re not supposed to, like, try to kill your angel, but if Carlos thinks that’s what just happened then he’s even more delusional that Oscar had thought. Actually, it had been sort of exactly the opposite. Carlos had been so close, it was like—Oscar was worried he might—forget himself, or something. Try to do something crazy. Like grab Carlos’ hair and shove his head down and feel his nose against his throat.

Carlos shows him his phone screen. The text, in some archaic angel language, unscrambles before Oscar’s eyes. IMMEDIATE INTERVENTION REQUIRED, it says, scrolling across the top. Then, in bolded lettering in the middle: This message is for CARLOS SAINZ regarding OSCAR PIASTRI. Oscar’s eyes skip around the paragraph, can’t quite take any of it in. They’re not going to let Carlos leave. The angel system—fate, destiny, whatever—registered a god-tier fuckup on Oscar’s part, and they won’t let Carlos leave until he fixes it.

“What did you do?” Carlos asks, his voice annoyingly even as his phone wails and shakes in his hand. “Oscar, what did you do? Did you really sign with Alpine? You take it back and I will be gone, I promise.”

Oscar wants to say it’s just as much Carlos’ fault as it is his, but he can’t quite get the words out around the sudden, vicious longing to have Carlos squared up against him again, ready to fight, so he can watch it all drain out of him. He wants to take him apart, enact his revenge, put him back together again better and more tolerable than he was before.

MISTAKE, Carlos’ angel-cell cries. MISTAKE.

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can u do a kurapika sfw/nsfw plss 😵‍💫

Kurapika HCs

SFW/NSFW

warnings: creampies, brief period sex mention, breeding, panty stealing, oral(f!receiving), overstimulation, bondage, marking, reader is chubby coded

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SFW

-he’s genuinely so in love with you. you snore and drool on your pillow? he’s sighing dreamily while pulling you in for cuddles. you look a mess after a long day? he’s helping you wipe off your makeup and peppering your face in kisses

-he’s kind of clingy. will walk in while you’re using the bathroom and just start talking to you like you’re not trying to pee

-he’s a thigh and tummy guy. loves nibbling, kissing, and marking these two spots specifically

-he’s an absolute sweetheart, loves bringing home flowers and little trinkets relating to your interests if he’s been gone for a while

-wants to buy you everything that reminds him of you. the man is a gift giver through and through

-talented at sewing! he’s made all of his own clothes through the years, so when you sigh about not being able to find your size in a specific dress he’s pulling you into the bedroom to measure you(he may be a lil handsy tho)

-he hates being away from you for too long, so he calls and texts as frequently as his job allows him to.

-he hates lying, but especially hates lying to you most of all. there are some things he has to keep from you for your own safety, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less to lie to your face

-he can’t stand other men touching you. he knows that you aren’t going to try anything and trusts you with all his heart, but he’s got a real possessive side that’s hard to keep inside. he’s broken a few arms and started a few fights when men have gotten too close or too bold

-when Kurapika was a child, all he wanted was to explore the world and leave his old home behind for just a little while. now, he can barely stomach being away from your home for more than a few days at a time. he’s a bit clingy, but who can blame him when he’s lost everything. all he has left is you, and he’ll hold onto you with all he has

-has several pet names for you, including: Angel, sweetheart, darling, love, princess. He mostly uses angel, because in his eyes you are quite LITERALLY an angel sent from above to save him. without you he wouldn’t be here, you’re his reason to keep going

-when he moves in with you he’s so shy

-crawls into bed with you and with the reddest face asks if he can hold you

-please hold this man he’s so touch starved. be the big spoon for once and he might actually cry. man just needs to be held

-he needs lost of reassurance that he’s good and you love him. Kurapika tends to lean towards the insecure side, often disliking one or more parts of himself

-make sure he knows that you’re there for the long haul and you won’t abandon him. the abandonment issues are STRONG

-he loves when you let him lay his head in your lap and hum to him or tell him about your day. run your fingers through his hair and he’ll melt

-can’t live without your kisses and touches. every time he leaves he needs to be showered in kisses and love. he holds onto your warmth as much as possible, but will always be begging for more when he comes home

-he’s a terrible cook please don’t let him in the kitchen unsupervised 😭 he can improve with time but at the beginning of your relationship he can burn water

-this man wants a family, so he desperately wants children. honestly he’d prefer to have as many as possible, but won’t push you into anything. you end up giving him four, beautiful and healthy children and he couldn’t be happier

-he’s so soft with you, it’s like he becomes a different person when you’re around. his usually tense and angry attitude fades away into pure bliss when you cup his cheek and press kisses into his lips.

-cuddles are essential. he won’t ask you for them at first, but you’ll be able to tell by the way he peeks at you and gently tugs on your sleeve while you sit next to him

-kurapika has a preference for chubby women 🙏 he just loves soft things!!

-he loves wearing your clothes, especially your hoodies or shirts! your lingering scent on them really helps him relax, and he sleeps best when he’s cuddled up with you in one of your hoodies

-he swears whenever he sees you taking care of Gon and Killua he falls more and more in love with you each time. it’s hard not to, and it makes him want you to be the mother of his children

-he HATES seeing you cry. it makes his overprotective side kick into overdrive, and all he wants to do is comfort you. “shh, it’s okay angel. do you need anything? I’m right here!”

NSFW

-let’s just get this out of the way and say this man has a major breeding kink. this man is ready to breed you the moment he realizes he has a crush on you. that being said, he only cums inside you. he wants you to get pregnant as soon as possible, so lots and lots of creampies are in your future <3

-this man is a panty thief. he steals them for sentimental value at first, but once he discovers he can masturbate with them he’s a changed man. it makes cumming without you so much easier when he has your used panties with him!

-he has a fantasy of wrapping you up in his chains. sometimes when you’re working together and he has his chains out, you can feel them wrap around your leg or slowly rub between your legs. “sorry, angel, they have mind of their own.” it’s almost like they’re responding to their masters strong desire to keep you wrapped up tight, to make sure you’re his entirely

-when I say this man will eat you out whenever I fucking mean it. it’s a common occurrence for you to feel your panties be pulled to the side as Kurapika kneels down to eat you out while you’re busy in the kitchen.

-he will eat you out on your period no problem. shit you don’t even have to ask. you smell so nice and all he wants to do is be between your legs. his favorite color is red after all, so he can only swoon when he laps up the blood painting your plush thighs. it also helps that you’re so sensitive and needy when you’re like this, he loves it! “sex helps with cramps, I just want to make you feel better, my love…”

-he’s got a pretty high libido, and even higher stamina. he can go for hours until you’re both overstimulated, but he just can’t stop! your cunt feels so good wrapped around him and he needs to keep breeding you!!

-he loves overstimulating you. it’s his way of making sure you feel good and loved!!

-is into light bondage, prefers using soft things to wrap you up, light silk ribbons! you just look so pretty to him like that, like a present all for him!

-he loves to have you cockwarm him, sitting nice and pretty while he rubs your clit, making you cum over and over again until you’re begging him to move and thrust into you. “just one more, angel. you can come one more time for me, hmm?”

-he likes any position that lets him see your face while he makes love to you. missionary is a favorite, but if you’re feeling up to it he also likes when you ride him cowgirl style!! he also likes the mating press, but it’s more instinctual for him to put you in this position

-kurapika is very affectionate in bed, giving you plenty of kisses, soft touches, and nuzzles. very sweet and passionate.

-he’s usually rather gentle, but there are times when he’ll pound into you, especially when he’s feeling extra possessive

-he’s not the hugest fan of sex outside of the bedroom, but he will pull you into a secluded location to give you a few quick creampies if he can’t take it anymore. he usually only does this when he’s jealous and feels he needs to claim you. this always involves him marking up your neck

-speaking of marking, he fucking LOVES giving you hickies. his favorites spots to leave them are your thighs, tummy, and neck

-when you get pregnant, he is absolutely insatiable. up until it’s unsafe to have sex, he’s filling you with his cum every chance he gets. you’re just so cute with your little baby bump and you’re so needy and sensitive!! he can’t help himself! “come here angel, I’ll take care of you…”

-he definitely has a thing for lactation… when you start producing milk he gently kneads your breasts, licking and suckling on your nipples. at first he says it’s to help your breasts feel less heavy and swollen, but you can tell by the way his cock bulges in his pants while your boob is in his mouth that it’s not just that… if you want him to shut up when he’s worrying over the baby just pop a nipple in his mouth and he’s happy

-he’s very focused on your pleasure, but can lose himself and pound into you, looking down at you with those pretty red eyes. “fuck, angel, you’re so warm… my perfect girl…”

-gets very flustered when you use pet names in bed. his favorites are: sweetheart, puppy, sweet boy, pretty boy, and love. add a my, like “my puppy, and he’ll start rutting into you like an animal

AFTERCARE

-kurapika is the KING of aftercare. he’s sweet, and will do literally anything for you, even if he’s exhausted.

-you want some fast food? he’s getting it. you wanna take a bath? he’s running it for you right now! you just want him to cuddle and hold you? oh of course!

-he’ll massage your sore spots, giving apologetic kisses to the bruises he leaves on you. he always feels awful for any marks he leaves on your pretty skin. he just gets so caught up in the moment sometimes that he ends up squeezing or biting too hard!

-he loves to nuzzle into your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair, and he might even go down on you again. he’s kind of obsessed with your pussy 😭😭

-over all he is the best at aftercare and will make you feel very loved and appreciated!!

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He was a man who never smiled.

At least, you had never seen it happen. You wondered if it were even possible.

Training recently had been rigorous. Ruthless, actually, and the weariness was setting in. You’d rarely seen Giyu because you were just too busy with everything else. You were ever so intrigued by him, but he never seemed to be around.

So when you did happen across him again, it was a bit of a surprise. Particularly where you found him.

A little up from where Hashira HQ was, at the top of one of the winding mountain paths, was a small, peaceful lake. Small enough to almost be a pond, it was situated in a spot that you might not find if you weren’t looking hard enough. Nestled in among rocks, laden with lush undergrowth greenery, it wasn’t easy to spot.

When you did though, the first time you’d come up here on an ‘extra training’ hike, you fell in love with this place. A tiny pocket of peace you could escape to whenever you had a break from being beasted back at the compound. 

You didn’t figure anyone else knew about it. So it shocked you, when you trekked up there again one night, and, panting and sweating, happened across him.

Giyu stood by the water’s edge, calmly, almost looking as if he were waiting for something. At first, you froze in place and almost considered turning back entirely. Maybe he wanted to be alone here. Certainly, it was the sort of place you came to for that reason. 

However, he seemed to have clocked your presence already, as, without even turning his head, he spoke softly:

“You don’t have to leave.”

A bit bewildered, you took a tentative step forward, moving past one of the rocks and placing your hand upon it. The uneven, mossy surface was still damp from the rain that had fallen earlier that day. The air had a humid feel to it.

“You…you’re sure?” Speaking to him always made you a little bit nervous, “I don’t want to interrupt anything-”

“You’re not interrupting anything.” he reassured you in a calm tone, turning to look at you, “Do you often come up here?”

Taking a breath that was shaky, you walked up to him. His moody eyes were fixed on you, but there was nothing standoffish about him. He was just…quiet. But Giyu was always quiet. That was just his way.

And he seemed to want to know. Genuinely.

“Yeah I…sometimes I do.” you came to stand beside him, looking out over the dark water, the moon reflected as a rippling crystal orb. The two of you simply took in the sight for a while, feeling a sense of total peace here.

“As do I. I’m surprised we haven’t run into one another here before.”

You gazed across at him. A stoic man, through and through. But there was something serene about his presence here. Something that made you feel reassured.

Giyu’s hand stretched out, delicately, and hovered above the water. At first, you wondered if he wouldn’t use his powers here. But instead, his hand turned over slowly, showing his palm to the stars, and he unfurled his fingers into a pose.

“...What are you doing?” you asked, but he hushed you. Buttoning your lip, you kept watching, slightly confused, until suddenly, something materialized.

Atop the tip of his slender finger, a tiny orb of light came to land. At first you believed this was some sort of new magic, but as it ebbed and glowed again, you could see the tiny body of a firefly.

“Ah~” your first word in a little while was a soft exhale of awe. Your delight only grew all the more, when the creature was soon joined by its companions.

It seemed to happen at once. The previously dim and shadowed lake, only illuminated by the moon, now began to shine all over. Tiny, seemingly insignificant little golden dots gathered together into a swathe of glimmer. A gorgeous sight.

“Wow…” you breathed, your own widened eyes reflecting the beauty you were witnessing. More and more seemed to materialize straight from the darkness, until it was almost as if it weren’t night at all. 

Eventually, you looked across at him. You’d been so taken aback by the beauty, only now did you turn to speak to Giyu again, intending to ask him; “Did you always know they were here?”It stunned you into silence though, when you saw his expression. 

He was smiling.

Stopping yourself from letting out a word, you pursed your lips, and showed a smile of your own. Looking back over the lake again, you simply took in the view, fireflies surrounding you. You simply made the most, quietly feeling grateful that he trusted you that much.

Wondering, if perhaps he felt the same way about you, as you had come to realize you felt about him.

Just wondering… Because in a moment like this, nothing needed to be said at all. A/N: Had to redo this one because my cat walked on my keyboard. Because of course she did.

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Haii, I just love johnny vincent sm like, there aren't enough content of him 😭. I was wondering if I could request some hcs of him with a female cheerleader gf. How would he react to people having the hots for his girl 👀

of course ^_^ !

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pairings: johnny vincent x fem!cheerleader reader warnings: swearing

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authors note ❥ I'm genuinely so sorry for not popping this baby out months ago I just genuinely fell uninterested in writing for a bit. I'll try and be better about it 😞 With school coming up it's gonna be hard though, my apologies you guys. 🙏 My requests are still open for those who are interested, I will look at them and I will write them(eventually) but plzz be patient I'm a lazy ho🤕 thx guys! 🩷

・At first glance its like your eyes have been met with an angel. The face of a model stuffed into the teenage cheerleader that everyone had googly eyes for. It wasn't easy being you, and a lonely greaser had to find that out the hard way.

・JOHNNY, spotted staring at you in gym as you cheer. The sweet but loud voice you carried as you cheered. It was intriguing to him. The poor boy couldn't help it.

"Go team go!" You chant with the rest of your pyramid, you weren't a flyer today but you were always so enthusiastic. Johnny's prying eyes were caught on your face, then your uniform. He thought about your voice a lot too. Like his miniature cheerleader up in his noggin. He liked the way you smiled, the way you presented yourself to everyone. You were genuine to who you were, and most importantly you were passionate about it.

・First few weeks of interaction had him freaking OUT. He was so amazed by you he wanted to hold you in his pocket forever. Head over heels and for the most gorgeous, kind and spirited person on campus? Lonely boy had to make a move and fast because there were people scavenging for you and he had to make sure he was first in line.

・Anyways,

・Johnny likes watching you practice. Not because of the way your skirt flows in the breeze when its windy sometimes but because he gets to see you smile and laugh and talk and oh my gosh he just can't.

・Always attending games JUST to see you. In your pretty outfit and your pretty dolled up face he melts!!!!!!!!! Getting pelted by rocks in the stands never felt more worth it.

"How's my pretty baby?" Johnny walks up to you, smiling with a teddy bear and water bottle in hand. You grab the gifts and hug him close. "Great with you here Johnny." You relax in his arms. While drinking some of your water you caress his cheek, kissing his lips gently before being called over again. Intermission was over. "Mm I'll see you in a bit okay?" You smile, squeezing his hand in your own. "Go be beautiful I'll be right here." He grins, pressing a swift kiss to your hand. Literally not long after Johnny is being assaulted with kettle corn, ketchup packets and rocks.

・Likes looking at you. It makes him a little anxious though because you're so pretty he doesn't want anyone stealing you from him or you finding someone else. He knows you could have anyone you want yet you choose him, and stay with him. That reassures him for a little bit before he goes back to freaking out and watching you at all times. (It's endearing but when it goes too far it gets scary, girl run.)

・But he just loves you so much like?? Don't you ever leave that man because he will treat you like a princess no doubt.

"Johnny─you've been staring at me for like...twenty minutes are you okay?" Hes just fucking drooling looking like an idiot as his eyes burn through your skull. He thinks your so pretty bro im not joking around. That boy worships the ground you walk on. He's like─"Yes queen!!! Eat them up queen!!!" He will never get bored of staring.

・Broseph gets insecure :-( tell him u love him or so help me I will😠😠 I feel like he generally has bad self esteem issues deep down. He likes it when you kiss him and tell him he's handsome. He won't do "pretty" because it makes him feel less of a man. But you're just speaking your mind...he is pretty like... He still gets a lil grumpy and hostile but its okay just keep saying he's cool n stuff and he'll be right by you in no time with no avail!

・Big time intimidation game with the rest of your clique, he puffs his chest and stuff but never will that man act on a buff jock. He will definitely kick on Kirby though he don't gaf about that weenie.

・His clique loves you no lie, they think your sweet eye candy and your really nice and funny?? Johnny really hit the jackpot yknow. I wouldn't be joking if I said at least one of them tried seducing you or hitting you up which lead to Johnny demolishing their face against the wooden boards of the fence! Yikes!

・Love u so much... Like I already said this shit but that boy ooof, he's all over you all the time.

"Baby, Johnny!" You giggled as he kissed along your neck and collarbone, exposed by the cheer outfit you wore. He was so gentle but so eager, his lips dragging across your pretty skin so delicately. It was delicious, the pretty boy kissing all on you while you sat there, late for cheer practice, again. He trailed his kisses upwards, landing them up back to your plush lips. "You're so gorgeous sweetheart, makes my heart hurt." He muttered against your lips, leaning in for a another. You were warm all over, holding his face in your hands as you made out behind the school.

・I'm really just running out of things to say because this request seemed similar to the last one.

・Yes it took me fucking months to write this I'm a procrastinator level one hundred and I'm a fat lazy bum.

[catsandbats13]

Scaryoke Scars

Final chapter! Sorry this one is so short lol

Chapter 4

SMUT WARNING

“Let’s getcha cleaned up, doll,” he said after locating his boxers and pulling them on haphazardly. Stan grabbed a cloth and ran it under some warm water before wringing it out a bit and bringing it over to you so he could wipe you clean of the mess you’d both made. As he ran the cloth over your skin, you were once again struck by how gentle he was being with you, it was a side of him that not everyone got to see and it seemed that you of all people brought it out of him. You’d seen that those hands were capable of incredible power and remarkable softness at the same time and it had you awestruck.

Once he was satisfied that you were clean, Stan discarded the cloth and bent down to grab something from underneath the table you were still currently perched on. You sat up to get a look at what he was picking up, and it turned out to be his white button up shirt. He held it out to you with a sappy smile, indicating he wanted you to wear it. You grinned from ear to ear, thrilled he wanted you to wear something of his. You dressed in comfortable silence, Stan forgoing his shredded jacket and the aforementioned shirt and you chose to dress simply in his button up and panties.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to sleep for a week,” the man sighed out, bending back to crack his undoubtedly sore spine before reaching over to pull you into his side, his arm a comforting weight on your shoulders.

“After surviving a zombie attack and you fucking my brains out, I think I’ll sleep for a month,” you quipped, earning a bark of laughter from Stan. You loved that you could make him laugh, it made your heart flutter every time.

“C’mon then, let’s go to bed,” he yawned out, gesturing towards the doorway with his head.

“You’re not gonna make me sleep on the cot?” You teased, poking his ribs.

“Nah you’ve earned bed privileges,” he smirked back at you, making you good naturedly roll your eyes at him.

The two of you quietly made your way to the bedroom down the hall, neither one of you letting go of the other as you walked. You were pleased that Stan was just as affectionate after sex as he was during, not that you should’ve been surprised. It was fairly obvious at this point that he had a soft spot for you.

Once in the room with the door shut, Stan took your hand and led you to the mattress, which dipped under your combined weight as you both settled in for the night. A faded blanket was draped over you as your head came to rest on the pillow. Stan instantly pulled you back into his arms after he laid down, snuggling up to you and burying his face in your hair. You instantly responded in kind and cozied up to his broad, fuzzy chest, a contented sigh leaving your lips.

You felt him exhale softly into your locks and his fingers tighten their grip around you faintly. Sensing something was wrong, you mumbled into his pecs, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just…” he trailed off, at a loss for words for once.

“It’s just?” You echoed, lifting your head so you could study his expression. He looked uncharacteristically vulnerable, eyes shining with emotion. It was rare to see him so unguarded with his feelings.

“It’s just…I could’ve lost you and the kids tonight. What if I hadn’t been fast enough? I’d never forgive myself if any of you got hurt because of me.”

You were briefly stunned into silence by his confession, the emotion in his voice was evident, he seemed genuinely frightened at the thought.

You quickly recovered and spoke in what you hoped was a reassuring tone; “Stan, honey, you can’t think about the what-ifs or you’ll drive yourself insane. What matters is that you were there for us and risked your life to save ours. We’re all alive and safe thanks to you.”

”I know, I know. I just can’t stop thinkin’. The whole time I was fighting those undead freaks, I was so scared I’d be too late to rescue you and the kids and I’d never get the chance to tell ya I’m crazy about you-“

You cut him off again before he could dissolve into more of an agitated ramble.

“I’m here now, Stan. So tell me,” you placed a comforting palm on his cheek, attempting to distract him from his anxious thoughts.

He flashed you an appreciative look, leaning into your touch.

“Y/N, I’m crazy about you. I think about ya all the time, I love watching you indulge the kids and their weirdness, and seeing you talk circles around clueless tourists never gets old. Also, I’ve been making up excuses to keep you at the shack longer and I check out your ass anytime you bend over.”

You cracked up at his admission, you’d had a suspicion he’d been lying about all those extra chores at work lately. You’d been oblivious to his ogling but you couldn’t say anything since you’d been doing much of the same.

“You’re something else,” he continued, eyes shining with adoration.

“I don’t really get what you see in an old fart like me but I’m glad you feel the same.”

“Hey!” You said in mock offense.

“You better not be judging my taste in men!”

Stan chuckled, craning his head down to give you a kiss.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

“Good, cause you should know I’m only attracted to handsome, brave, men of mystery,” you teased him.

“Lucky for you then,” he said with amusement.

All at once, it hit you just how exhausted you were. The adrenaline had finally faded, leaving you drowsy and spent. You could only imagine just how tired Stan was after his heroic performance and subsequent railing of you. Taking the initiative, you gave him a final peck and reached over to pull the cord of the bedside lamp, filling the room with darkness.

“Good night, Stan,” you murmured affectionately.

“Good night, Y/N,” he whispered back, keeping a tight hold on you as you both began to slip into slumber.

You hadn’t known when the night began that this was where you’d end up, but regardless of how you got there, you were incredibly thankful and blissfully happy. Stan returned your affections and you had made love in a passionate frenzy on the kitchen table, fulfilling your wildest fantasies.

You fell asleep straight away, feeling content and sated, knowing you were safe and loved in his arms.

[sophswritingthings]

PART 12 (finally 😨😨😰😰)

Okay so when Mizu and reader gets reunited reader sees the Injury on Mizus so she of course fixes her wife up and helps her go to the inside of the castle, then she sees the random guy working and some shi and she goes into that room with the monkey.

Reader ofc is in high alert and has her new pistol and Her & Mizu are confused asf because a random ass monkey is there like "🐒 sup." and bro offers a flower and Reader recognised it as one of those flowers that tales you to La La Land and covers Mizu mouth and nose.

Of course reader is high out of her fucking mind because of the flower and the monkeys of course overwhelmed her and Mizu so she obviously took the best course of action and exploded the place. When they got out of that mess I like to think reader is just there beside Mizu like '🥹 huh'

(Thinking about this while sick out of my mind)

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): drugs, blood, wounds

a/n: ….. monkey

word count: 453 words / 2,429 characters

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“mizu..” you whisper, pressing your hand to her wound. she flinches at the touch. you pull your hand away, your skin now covered in blood. “sit. you can go into fowler’s castle all messed up.”

she listens to you almost immediately, sitting down with a sigh.

“I really am—“

you cup a hand over her mouth, narrowing her eyes. 

“you are not fine,” you grumble. “you have a hole in your foot, and your wounds still not fully healed from last time.”

she scoffs, adverting her eyes and deciding to stay quiet.

you quickly bandage up what you can off her foot, pouring ice water over the wound and also, some down her throat. 

you grab onto her side, the two of you walking into the next room of the castle.

you glance around—spotting a.. monkey, of all things.

fowler was an interesting guy, you knew that much.

you and mizu glance at one another, confused as to what the creature was doing here.

but you quickly snap out of your trance, realizing the flower it’s holding. hallucinogenic flowers.

you reach up, covering mizu’s mouth and nose before the plant could overtake her.

though…

you, on the other hand, we’re not so lucky.

your body was shaking, trembling, a little—the hallucinations overtaking you quickly.

you glance around, everything was quite colorful, a bit blurry—even.

your eyes land on your wife, giving her a loopy smile as you grab her face gently.

“prettyyy,” you whisper, smiling and giggling at her. to you, as of right now, she looked like a cloud high up in sky above.

she groaned. she did not need this with you right now, but she supposed she’d have to go with it. 

mizu grabbed your hand tight, making sure you didn’t trail off from her. you made your way into the next room, spotting a trail of blood leading into the next room.

the blood wasn’t fresh. it was dry.

it’d been there for a while, at this point.

she glanced at you. you were in no state to go in there.

but she couldn’t leave you here, in the belly of fowlers castle.

so into the room you’d go, high as a kite.

she dragged you behind her, into the room. she spotted taigen there, lying battered and bloodied.

yes, she did want to make sure he was alive—but she was sort of more worried about you, right now. she liked you a lot more than taigen, anyway.

out of nowhere, a loud boom sounds from behind the group—the sight of fire and smoke bellowing behind you.

you gaze at the sight, before smiling up at your wife.

“.. huh?”

“.. I’ll tell you what happened later, my love.”

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a/n: babe we’re you okay when you wrote this ask, I ask that genuinely

[mmingooo]

7. getting drunk on water ෆ⸒⸒ uniquely smau

uniquely is a new co-ed group under pledis entertainment, nabi will have to go through and explore the idol world while making friends, and possibly even finding love.

mingyu x idol!oc

They chose a spot that was a bit away from the main streets, with only a couple of groups of friends sitting at opposite ends of the room.

The owner came over to take their order, and before long, they were eating, drinking, and laughing uproariously at Binna's embarrassing stories and Minsu's comically bad impersonations.

The other people there didn't seem to mind their loudness, and on a few occasions, they even interacted with each other.

Minsu made several attempts to ask Nabi or Jae for a sip of their drink but was declined each time. Eventually, he gave up and contented himself with enjoying his soda.

After nearly an hour and a half of continuous drinking, Nabi decided to freshen up and headed to the bathroom. She felt she was getting a bit too drunk and didn't want the night to end prematurely.

In the bathroom, she washed her face and applied a touch of makeup, even though she knew it would probably fade within minutes of returning to the drinks. Nonetheless, she finished freshening up and made her way back, though she stumbled a bit.

On the cold night air, it downed on her that maybe she was drunker than she thought when she was in the bathroom, she felt silly and giggled to herself. At the entrance of the place she was in with her friends, she decided to stay outside for a bit to sober up a bit, she was sure that if she went back in, there would be no stopping her.

So, she sat on the steps and looked up into the sky, she couldn’t see the stars very well, and was unsure if it was because of the clouds, the air pollution, or the fact that her eyes felt heavy.

After a few minutes of listening to the city noise, she heard someone stepping outside the drinking place and she turned to notice a tall figure talking on the phone, she didn’t pay much attention and went back to looking at the sky.

“Yeah, I know,” Nabi looked up and saw who seemed to be Mingyu talking on the distance. She looked at the place and then back at Mingyu confused, he wasn’t there all along right? I mean, she was drunk, but not so much as to not notice her senior was in the same room as her, right?

And if he had been there all along, did he think she was rude for not saying hi? Did he think ALL of them were rude? What if he tells his members and they all think that her and her members think of themselves too highly to not even acknowledge their existence? What if-

“Nabi?” Suddenly, she became aware that Mingyu had ended his call and walked over to her and was now waving his hand in front of her face. “Are you okay?”

“Were you inside all this time?” is the first thing she thinks to say.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“You haven’t been inside drinking all this time right? Because I looked around and I didn’t see you sitting, please don’t think I’m rude or anything, I genuinely didn’t know you were there.”

“Whoa, whoa, calm down,” he kneeled in front of her and coxed her to take a deep breath, “I just got here with my members, don’t worry, I don’t think you’re rude.”

“Oh thank god,” Nabi exhales relieved and places a hand over her heart, as if to calm her heartbeat.

“Are you drunk?”

Nabi’s eyes widen and she suddenly feels embarrassed, as if she got caught doing something she shouldn't, “Uh, I, uhm...”

He gives her a questioning look, but his eyes are soft and she can tell he's not planning on scolding her.

"Yeah, I am." Mingyu chuckles in response and sits next to her.

"How drunk?" He asks while taking his jacket off and wrapping her shoulders with it, even though she had a sweatshirt on. Though it was thin, and Nabi inmedietly felt how her body began warming up.

"I might fall asleep at any moment, level of drunk."

Mingyu snorts, "Then what are you doing out here alone? It could be dangerous."

Nabi gasps, "You're right! What if I fell asleep here and someone took a picture and posted it?! I would get kicked out of the company and all those years of training would go to waste! What would my family think?! And what about our fans? People would think I've gone crazy or something! Maybe I am! How didn't I think of that before?!"

While Nabi went on her rant, Mingyu tried to keep up and at the same time calm her down, but she couldn't hear him, she was too caught up in her mind, so, he grabbed her by her shoulders and made her look at him.

"Hey, it's okay! I'm here, I won't let that happen."

"Do you think I'm crazy Sunbae?"

"No, no, no, not at all."

Nabi dramatically sighs and her head hangs low, "How did I let myself get this drunk," she rubs her face, "Ah! I forgot I had makeup on! Did I mess it up?" She turns to Mingyu.

"Uhm, just a little bit."

"Where?" she begins softly rubbing random spots of her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, completely missing the actual spot where her makeup was smudged.

"Just here," he points at her face.

"Where?"

"Wait, hold on, stay still," Nabi does as asked and Mingyu rubs away the lipgloss from the corner of your mouth with his sleeve, "There."

"Oh, thank you."

"Your welcome," he smiles and pulls away, his arms hanging between his legs.

"So why did you say you were here?" Nabi asks after a few minutes of silence.

"We're here with my members to celebrate our MAMA nomination, I assume you guys are here for that as well?"

"Uh no, we haven't checked the nominations, but I don't think we were nominated," she lazily smiles.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm sure I saw your groups name nominated for Best New Artist."

Nabi stays silent for a few moments looking at the wall in front of them on the other side of the street, trying to process what she had just heard, "Are you...sure?"

"Yeah."

"How sure?"

"Like, 99 percent sure."

Nabi's brain short-circuits and shakes her head, "Do you have your phone with you?"

"Uh yeah, here," he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and unlocks it for her, she googles the MAMA nominations and looks for the category Mingyu had mentioned, and there it was, her groups nominated for Best New Artist.

Nabi gasps and covers her mouth with her hand, looks at Mingyu and back at his phone, double checking in case her eyes played a trick on her, but it was true.

"Oh my god!" she shouted and stood up, apparently too fast, cause as soon as she was on her feet, she felt her body tumble back, but a hand on her waist and shoulder helped stabilize herself, but she didn't pay it much mind and continued freaking out, "I can't believe this!"

"Congratulations!" Mingyu gave her his thumbs up and smiled widely, "You all deserve it!"

"Thank you! Oh my god, I can't believe this is actually real! I gotta tell my mom!" she gives Mingyu's phone back and looks for hers, but can't find it, "Agh! I forgot I left it inside!" Nabi pouts.

"Do you wanna call her through my phone?" Mingyu offers.

"No, I don't know her phone number," her pout still prominent.

Mingyu chuckles, "Then do you want to go back inside and call her there?"

"Yeah-"

“Nabi!” Binna calls behind them, “Oh here you are! We were getting worried-,” she stops in her tracks, shock clear on her features, “Sunbaenim! Hello,” Binna greets and bows.

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m good Sunbae, and you?”

“I’m good too.”

They smile at eachother and eventually Nabi speaks up.

"Binna! Guess what!" she steps closer to her best friend, Mingyu watches their interaction from behind.

"What?"

"We got nominated for MAMA!"

Binna snorts, "Yeah right."

"I'm serious!" Binna looks behind her and Mingyu confirms what her drunk friend was saying with a nod. "You're serious?!"

"I am!" they both scream in excitement and hug eachother while jumping in a circle, Mingyu smiles amused by their cute reaction.

"We have to tell the others!" Binna shouts and goes back inside.

"Wait!" Nabi turns to Mingyu and hands him his jacket, he shakes his head.

"No, no, keep it, you can give it back some other day, it's getting cold."

"Are you sure Sunbae?"

"Of course, and there's no need for honorifics," he smiles.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Now go back in and celebrate with your members!"

"What about you?"

"I'll be right in."

"Alright," Nabi smiles and goes back inside, Mingyu shakes his head smiling and follows suit.

ෆ⸒⸒ notes; i was KICKING my feet, giggling while writing this 😭💔

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[slytherinsomniari]

A Sweet Encounter

OKAY. So, I've been trying to write this scene to go with this art for so long and I just can't finish it anymore. So here is my very scuffed and unfinished post. I'm sorry I lack the motivation and inspiration to continue!

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After her shift, Verity exits Honeydukes with her signature cat-like smile. She always enjoyed working at Honeydukes, not just for the delicious aroma and mouth-watering sweets, but because she genuinely liked making people happy through food. It was her opinion that one could feel better—or at least a bit better—with a stomach full of good food. That was also why she tended to make her own food at home as well as in the Hogwarts kitchens whenever she was able. And why she gave out food to her friends. Walking out of the shop, she lets out a content sigh as she looks around, taking in the sight of Hogsmeade. As she glances to her right, she spots a familiar figure sitting on the bench overlooking the small lake in the middle of the village. It was Andrew Larson—a kind Ravenclaw boy she met in Defense Against the Dark Arts and in Potions class. He was such a nice boy, but what was intriguing about him was that he liked art. She had glimpsed his figure while working from time to time when she was near the window but didn't have time to approach him. Now was her chance. Seizing the opportunity with a basket of goodies in hand, she approaches him. "Hello there! You've been painting for a while, haven't you?" Through the corner of his eye, Andrew sees a flash of blue and yellow, disrupting his focus on his painting. With a turn of his head, his eyes lock onto Verity's form and he is momentarily stunned. What appeared to be an angel stood before him. Cheerful and bright as the sun, Verity was like the personification of the sky itself. A constant presence that guided everyone and radiated happiness wherever she went. A subject he wished to paint, yet would never ask to. "Ah, yes I have. Sorry, I was too focused on the painting I didn't notice you calling out. My apologies." A giggle rings from Verity's lips, a sound that came from the heavens to Andrew. "No need to apologize! It is pretty out here, I can see why you'd paint it." She says, smiling at him as she turns to look at his painting. "It's so beautiful! You've truly captured the serenity of Hogsmeade."

"Th-thank you." Andrew blushes at the praise, honestly not expecting it considering the fact he never showed anyone his paintings to begin with. It was just a hobby to him—no, that was incorrect. He was deeply passionate about art, loving both the consumption and creation of it.

Verity plops herself onto the bench, placing the basket in her lap. "Are you hungry? I brought you some sweets from Honeydukes since you're always working hard." Andrew feels something tugging at his heart. She not only liked his art but brought him food as well--what could it mean? Verity is such a sweet girl it made him melt on the inside. "I'll bring a meal next time--something you like!"

[roraruu]

YOTO: July

Leonie/Bernadetta. Stars/friends to enemies to lovers.

The first time Bernadetta spots Leonie out by the little fishing lake is after Jeralt dies. 

She sits on the edge of the dock, with her naked toes just grazing the surface to barely kiss the water. 

Bernadetta originally snuck out of her room to snag some cake from the mess hall. But as she was creeping along the path, humming to herself, she heard a sniffle, then a sigh and saw Leonie seated there at the dock. 

Bernadetta doesn’t talk to her, just observes her from her perfect little hiding spot outside Petra’s room. The shadows shield her enough from Leonie’s view. It’s been raining for the last few days so the air is very humid and there’s little relief; but the sky has opened up and there’s only wispy remnants of storm colours. 

Bernadetta has never seen the stars shine so brightly. Varley is an arid region, but the skies are mostly covered by smoke from the factories that produce their weapons. Swords and scriptures, that’s what her people are known for. 

She wants to open her mouth to ask if Leonie’s okay, because Bernadetta concerned and Leonie is Leonie. She’s like a hornet, strong, fast, zippy. Once, when she was sitting in on a lancing lecture to pass a horse backing riding exam—mandatory as she skipped so many of her assigned shifts in the stables—Leonie got hit several times by Dimitri of all people and did nothing more than stagger back and yell at him “again”. She even went as far as to taunt him, asking “is that all you got?”

Something inside Bernadetta—probably her anxiety—tells her that this is treacherous. 

Maybe Leonie doesn’t want visitors? Maybe she came out here for peace and air? 

Before she knows it, she’s calling out her name softly. “Leonie? Are you… um… okay?”

There’s a distinctly snotty sound and then Leonie vehemently insisting she’s alright, she’s okay in a salty, tear-streaked voice that insists she’s not okay. 

Bernadetta stands in the dark night and says, “I don’t… um… know what you’re going through but uh… M-Maybe cake would help?”

“Cake?” 

Bernadetta feels stupid. “Ye-Yeah. Cake always makes me feel a little better. And watching the stars.”

Leonie pauses. 

“I-I was just going to go watch some. B-But maybe we could. Um. Watch the stars together?”

“That sounds good.” Leonie’s voice is small. 

Bernadetta hurries and gets two slabs of cake—eating a bit of hers on the walk back—some stale cookies and thermos of tea to bring back to Leonie. She settles in beside her, but not to close and pushes the cake and cookies closer to her. Leonie finds it in her to laugh, and says “You can come closer, Bernadetta, I’m just crying, not sick.”

Bernadetta sheepishly slides closer along the dock. Panic rises inside her but it feels different this time. She fights back and tells it that it will not best her. “A-Are you okay?” Then admonishes herself. “S-Stupid Bernie, of course you’re not okay…”

“No, don’t worry.” Leonie runs a hand over her face, pushing back her bangs. “I’m just missing Jeralt. Captain… Captain Jeralt.”

“Oh.”

“He was sorta like a dad to me.” Leonie confesses softly, then mutters, “but I guess you figured that out already.”

“Sorta, yeah.”

There’s a silence between the two of them for a moment before Bernadetta squeezes her eyes shut tight and says, “I called Alois ‘Dad’ by accident.”

Leonie’s brow furrows and she sputters out a little choked laugh that’s obviously half-forced, half-genuine. “Do I wanna know?”

“Um… my father… He isn’t good to me.” She’s careful with her words, for she thinks that they’ll get back to him somehow. “Alois reminded me of my uncle, Francois. I always felt comfortable around him… I called him father a few times.”

Leonie looks at her like she understands what Bernadetta means. Her hand clasps over Bernadetta’s and for once—and at the perfect time—Bernadetta doesn’t flinch. “My old man wasn’t good to me either. Jeralt was.”

“We’re lucky to have them… Aren’t we?” Bernadetta asks. 

Leonie’s voice cracks again. “Yeah. We are.”

“Stars are pretty tonight.” Bernadetta says. 

Leonie nods. “Yeah. They are.” 

—

Leonie is dragging Bernadetta back to her horse. Well, not dragging, but leading her back with her hand in Bernadetta’s. It’s late at night, after lights out. Leonie insists that she’s found the perfect spot to stargaze and when Leonie is right, she is right. 

Bernadetta is shy and nervous and demure and ladylike. When Leonie told her of the plan during the lecture on tactics during battle, Bernadetta’s eyes sparkled in wonder and she murmured in curiosity if it was the same spot that Caspar took her to. She brought a little fabric knot of snacks—stolen hard cheese and bread—and her sketchbook with some thick charcoals. 

“W-Would you let me draw you?” Bernadetta asks nervously. Leonie can’t help but think she looks pretty with that crimson blush and wide eyes. In the back of her mind, she wishes that Bernadetta was a little braver, not for Leonie but for herself. 

“I’ve never had someone draw me.” Leonie muses. “So yeah, of course.”

The horse is tied up beneath a tree and Leonie half expects to be posed like an elegant lady—in the back of her mind, she wishes that Bernadetta does that, fluffing up her messy hair, lacing her hands in her lap, tilting her chin up while murmuring ‘now look at me’. But her hair is short and her face is round and her clothes are mismatched compared to Bernadetta’s pretty eyelet nightgown and the little sweater over top of it. 

Bernadetta is on her feet and pulls her up, she’s much stronger than Leonie expected. She drags Leonie next to the horse and then instructs her to braid its mane. “Or whatever you do around them. Just act natural.” Bernadetta insists. Her voice is giddy. “Like you’re just in the stables.” 

Leonie does so, but it’s hard to act natural when Bernadetta’s big eyes are focused on her. But they’re not focused on her per se; they’re focused on a spot next to her, in a space that isn’t hers. Does that make sense?

In a half hour, Bernadetta has a sketch and is showing Leonie it as they eat stolen cheese and bread and gaze at the stars. “I-It’s not even my best work.” Bernadetta says. “It looks quite bad really. Oh goddess you hate it—”

Leonie rests a hand on Bernadetta’s shoulder. “No, Bernadetta. I love it.”

Bernadetta’s face goes red and she hides her face in her hands in embarrassment. She murmurs something unintelligible, and when Leonie asks her again, Bernadetta practically yells, “I’ll come to Sauin and paint you proper someday!” 

That makes Leonie smile for real, perhaps for the first time since Jeralt died. 

—

Bernadetta isn’t a gambler, but when she does play cards, she’s a shark. Her mind is hardwired for mathematics, for chance and probability. It’s probably why she’s so good at judging when to run and hide and when it play it safe. 

Leonie however, likes to gamble only when she knows she’ll win. And while she and Bernadetta are friends, one of them is rich and the other is very poor. Leonie looks like she’s got the upper hand, a cute little smirk and sharp glimpse of the eye, and Bernadetta pulls out a 15-ten, launching her ahead of Leonie and into the final peg. 

Leonie sighs and hands slides the little gold marks to Bernadetta. “You’re too good at this.” She sighs. “Crib isn’t my game.”

“Don’t say that.” Bernadetta insists, taking the change and rattling it in her hand. “I th-think I have enough to get us some tea.”

“We can have tea back under the gazebo. The professor won’t mind sharing some leaves, and I’m sure if you ask Lorenz for a teapot he’ll lend it. He’s got like twenty or something. Probably.”

Bernadetta pouts and shakes her head. “I won! I want to treat you.”

“Isn’t that a waste of money?”

“Shouldn’t you hush and let me treat you?”

Leonie can’t fight the logic in that and shuts up. But before they can get down to the tea shop down below in town, Bernadetta’s anxiety spikes. “I don’t think I can do it.” She mumbles and grabs Leonie’s hand for support. 

Both girls blush hard. Bernadetta feels a little stronger when Leonie squeezes it back and tells her that it’s okay, that they can to another time. But Bernadetta is adamant. She wants to give Leonie something. They pass a flower seller and Bernadetta, overcome with energy and courage actually asks the seller for a bouquet of sunflowers. Her words come out in one breath, in sentences that linger along and make Leonie wonder why she’s never like this around her. Bernadetta comes running back with an armful of stalky blooming sunflowers that reflect their golden-yellow light back onto her pallid face.

She thrusts them at Leonie and says, “H-Here! For you!”

Leonie’s never had flowers given to her before. Back home in Sauin when Saint Cethleann day hit—which was typically recognized as a day to celebrate forms of love—people would always exchange flowers. Leonie never got a single one, aside from her mother but that doesn’t really count.

Leonie blushes hard and takes them from Bernadetta, murmuring a barely audible, “thank you.” Bernadetta must not notice her blush, for she turned away quickly. It’s a huge stack and Leonie plucks one, a small one that was plucked before it had fully bloomed so the petals are still small and holds it out to Bernadetta.

“But they’re for you.” She protests.

“And I’m giving you one.”

Bernadetta vehemently refuses, all the way up to the monastery. That night, when Leonie’s doing a final walk before bed, she takes the small sunflower and leaves it out in front of Bernadetta’s door.

The next morning, when Leonie’s the first one up and doing her morning stretches, she walks past Bernadetta’s door and smiles when she sees the sunflower gone.

—

Bernadetta is hiding behind a table of hors d’oeuvres at the ball. She hasn’t danced yet, refuses everyone until Leonie comes over and takes her hand and pulls her to the floor. Bernadetta was never a great dancer, always too jumpy and quick, which is why she’s probably a great archer. Leonie’s always been light on her feet but uncoordinated when it comes to dancing. 

So instead of the floor, where they’ll surely bump into people and piss them off, Leonie takes Bernadetta outside where they spin in the grass and collapse in the blades laughing and dizzy. 

And then, as Bernadetta’s about to get up, Leonie leans in and kisses her. 

It’s a short burst of a first kiss that makes both girls burn bright red and their hearts pound so loudly that they can hear it in their ears. 

All Leonie can think of is “Oh goddess, oh fuck I’m so stupid, oh goddess,” in a repetitive loop. 

Meanwhile, Bernadetta is staring off into space like she’s zoning out, her mind awash with “Well, everything makes sense now.”

Leonie’s mouth opens to apologize, to sputter out apologies like what Bernadetta would do; but as she begins to speak, the words die against Bernadetta’s lips as she kisses her again and again. 

—

“The stars are prettier in Sauin.” Leonie says. 

Bernadetta can’t help but believe her. They’re probably so much prettier against the open fields and bright skies. Wildflowers in the vale. The skies in Varley are shit in comparison, always covered up and smoky. 

“I want to see them one day.” Bernadetta tells her.

Leonie presses a kiss against her temple. “I’ll show you. Promise, Bern.”

Bernadetta curls into her chest, her arms snaking around Leonie’s waist tightly. Leonie laughs and it reverberates through Bernadetta’s entire body. She feels warm, she feels at home. 

“I’ll hold you to it, Sunflower.”

—

Leonie developed a taste for alcohol young. From fine brandy to shitty moonshine, she isn’t picky. But she honestly prefers it in her mouth instead of washing it over open wounds. 

She’s had a stash of gin—not her favourite but it does the trick pretty quick—that’s just right to clean broken skin and wounds. She keeps it stashed in her boot, probably negating its purpose. 

The arrow is lodged in Bernadetta’s thigh and she’s been unconscious for a while. She slumped over into Leonie and her grip went limp about twenty miles away from Varley Manor. Edelgard had ordered them to retreat if things looked bad, and things really started looking bad. Leonie had a feeling that the monastery would be either taken by the church and kingdom or overrun with wounded so she ran. It was the bravest thing she could do. 

Leonie grabbed Bernadetta by the waist and hauled her up onto her horse, ignoring her yelp and her cries that Petra was left behind, that Petra was going to die and leave her siblings behind, that she needs to help Petra—

Leonie had grabbed Bernadetta’s hands and told her, in a low tone, a warning tone, a tone that she hated, “We can’t help Petra if we die.” 

That sobered Bernadetta up. “I’ll guide Bennet. You focus on protecting Petra.” Leonie ordered.

Bernadetta nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. The two became a cohesive unit—Leonie guiding the horse, Bernadetta nocking arrows and protecting Petra from a distance as best as she could. Leonie circled around the town of Garreg Mach, fully intending to get back up to where Petra was so that Bernadetta could take Bennet and speed off to safety and Leonie could jump off and help Petra, who was surrounded.

Just as they were rounding the battlefield, another archer came outta nowhere. They missed Leonie but hit Bernadetta with a shrieking cry that made Leonie’s ears pop and Bernadetta drops her bow and cuss loudly.

Instincts drove Leonie to get the fuck off the field. Healers were scarce and her own vulnerary stash was near-depleted from a particularly nasty hit from Alois, who had nearly taken out Bernadetta. Leonie had seen it coming, saw the panic and fear in Bernadetta’s eyes, and remembered that one time, down at the lake, where Bernadetta recalled how similar he was to her uncle. 

So Leonie had jumped in, Leonie had taken the hit and then knocked the shit out of Alois, ignoring the fact that he had a wife and child at home, ignoring the connection he had with Bernadetta, ignoring the fact that he had mentored her in axe-throwing when she first got to the academy.

Ignoring that he too had lost Jeralt.

Leonie snapped the reins and directed Bennet—who had been startled by Bernadetta’s high-pitched scream—away from the field.

“Okay Bernie, okay,” Leonie’s voice was uneasy, and she was trying her best to make it calm. Bennet got scared and in between soothing Bernadetta and the horse, Leonie was stretched thin. “Talk about something. Tell me anything, come on, Bernie!”

Bernadetta was half-sobbing, half-screaming and began spilling the entire story of a five-part saga about a hunter and a princess, a Cinderella story of sorts. Leonie took the reins in one hand and searched for the vulnerary that she tucked into her pockets and fished it out. She handed it back to Bernadetta who chugged the rest of it and cringed.

When Leonie realizes that the gin is in her pocket.—Leonie kept her talking by asking about the book she’s writing. Each time her voice got too faint, Leonie would shift the reins into one hand and clutch Bernadetta’s arm hard and ask, more like yelling over the hoofbeats, “okay Bern, what happens next? What happens next?” 

When Bernadetta doesn’t answer, Leonie panics. Leonie isn’t used to panicking. Her mind goes through the motions of control, of what’s right, what’s logical. 

We need to stop. 

She pulls hard on the reins and the horse halts, whinnying in protest. Leonie hops down from the horse and Bernadetta almost falls. 

Leonie braces Bernadetta and helps her down as best she can. In a panic, Leonie undoes the cloak around her waist and bunches it up to make a shitty little cushion. She tucks it under Bernadetta’s hips. Elevation. Elevation is key. 

She searches for a pulse, her breath. She’s breathing but shallow, and her pulse is weak. 

Leonie stumbles over cusses. The vulnerary only did so much, and it wasn’t enough. First aid, she needs first aid. But pulling the arrow out makes a breeding ground for infection. And pulling out the arrow is not a good idea for the extra blood loss. 

Now, she’s wishing she paid more attention to Lorenz in between his patronizing comments and remarks as he tried to teach her white magic. Leonie was almost hopeless. Guy was a jerk most of the time but he knew what he was talking out.

All she has is here and now. Stop the bleeding. She orders herself. She has to stop the bleeding before Bernadetta’s weak pulse goes flat and she stops breathing. 

Leonie grabs the cloak and bunches it around the arrowhead. Bernadetta’s body flinches instinctively and Leonie feels uncomfortable hope. Don’t get ahead of yourself Pinelli. She warns. 

The professor would know what to do. She keeps thinking that Byleth would tell her what to do. But Professor Byleth is back on the front lines with Edelgard.

She dodges those thoughts as deftly as she can and searches the packs for alcohol. Leonie developed a taste for alcohol pretty young. Bernadetta did too, though she can’t hold her booze.

Leonie waterfalls it into her mouth and bitter, intense juniper and florals run over her tongue to take the edge off, breathes a sigh and steadies herself. 

“I’m sorry Bern.” She says before dousing her thigh in gin. Before the alcohol washes over her broken skin, Leonie is murmuring white magic spells, tripping over the words  and half-crying because she can’t lose Bernadetta. She can’t. Bernadetta has to live because Leonie’s lost too much already—

Bernadetta shocks awake and stares at Leonie, eyes dazed and unable to hold Leonie as her focus. Leonie doesn’t care. Instead she’s sobbing and clutching onto Bernadetta and praising the all stars in the sky that the stupid spell worked. 

—

Bernadetta tries to slow her thundering heart but she can’t. Camping sounded more fun on the first night, but after a week, her back is aching and she’s struggling to find a comfortable way to stretch out without kicking Leonie. 

The idea, at first, was to try and get to Varley where they could hide out. Bernadetta remembers a few empty houses that they could wait out in for a few days until the monastery is recovered and they can contact the professor.

But after a few days, Bernadetta sends a message by express to the professor asking for instructions and gets nothing back. And worse, every time she tries to remember the way home to Varley it gets foggier. She’s blocked part of it out, the pathways and vale that’s cloaked in thick, jet-black pines. It would be easier if she could just fucking remember.

She begins to get worried when Leonie gets frustrated with her inability to remember. Leonie will ask questions over and over, trying to figure out a solution, but each time Bernadetta cries out that she doesn’t know or can’t remember, Leonie’s patience burns away. 

At least they’re going back into imperial territory. Most of the noble houses bound together and are in agreement to fight against the church and Kingdom, but there’s still dissenters and Bernadetta is constantly on the edge of a panic attack. 

Their plan becomes treacherous and after a week of camping with stolen blankets and in dirty clothes, Bernadetta is done.

“I can’t remember the way home.” She says into Leonie’s back.

Leonie stirs a little. Her voice is distant. “You can’t?”

”No.”

“Seriously?”

“I can’t, I’m sorry, Leonie, I can’t.”

“Can you remember the path you took up to the monastery.”

“No.” Bernadetta’s voice gets shaky. “I… I was pretty much shoved in a bag and carried there, I remember nothing. I’m sorry Leonie, I’m sorry.”

Leonie sighs and sits up. Bernadetta stares at her frame, lit by the stars. Her freckles melt into her skin and disappear; shame, for they were Bernadetta’s favourite part of her, they looked like a tiny sky painted across her cheeks and down her neck. 

“Then you have to go back to Edelgard.”

Bernadetta sits up. “M-Me? What about you?”

Leonie is cold and quiet. “I can’t go back.” Her voice is defeated. “Claude needs me.”

“You’re deserting? She’ll kill you.“ Bernadetta says desperately. Her hand finds Leonie’s and holds it tight. “Leo, I can’t—I-I-I won’t… Don’t…”

Leonie’s arm comes around her shoulder for a moment and she feels her lips brush her hair. “I’ll run with you. I’ll run! W-We can figure something else out! We can go to the kingdom.”

“They know you’re with Edelgard.” Leonie warns. “The second someone sees you, or recognizes you, you’re done.”

“But I don’t… I can’t. I can’t be away from you, Leonie.” Bernadetta holds her gaze. The words jumble in her throat, thicken her tongue and take forever to come out but Leonie is patient. “You make me strong.”

Leonie just stares and holds her hand, her calloused thumb running over the back of Bernadetta’s palm. She’s quiet, gentle and attentive as Bernadetta attempts to regain herself and fails horribly. Bernadetta wants to collapse into Leonie’s arms and sob and yell that it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair.

“We’ll make it someday.” Leonie promises her. “We’ll just wait and see, okay?  I know this isn’t the end, I know it, Bern.”

Bernadetta feels her world come crashing down on her, but Leonie’s holding it up like she always does. She’s always so cool under pressure, nothing ever gets to her and it’s one of the reasons why Bernadetta is so intrigued by her. 

“We’ll head back to the monastery tomorrow.” Leonie decides. “How’s your leg?”

“Fine. I’ll survive.”

It still hurts a lot, and Bernadetta’s moving slower than she should but the important thing is that she’s alive. She would’ve been dead without Leonie. Soon enough, Leonie won’t be there to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.

“They’ll take care of it better, I’m sure they have the supplies.”

Tears prick at Bernadetta’s eyes. Her arms slither around Leonie’s waist. She hugs Leonie tight, trying to remember how she’s all strength, all hard edges and sinewy muscle. Every since really taking archery seriously, Bernadetta’s slowly become like that, but village life and planting and sowing and hunting since she was a kid has sculpted Leonie into that mould.

Bernadetta focuses on the feeling of Leonie’s body against hers, her steady breathing, the rhythmic gentle thud of her heart. Bernadetta focuses on that for a long, long time until Leonie melts into sleep—she’s always been a better camper than Bernadetta—then slowly extracts herself from around Leonie.

She gets up, empties her pockets of her change, they were playing an anxious game of cribbage, trying to pass the time before the attack on the monastery, and leaves her entire coin purse of cribbage winnings by Leonie’s head, writing in the dirt, You win, Sunflower.

She says goodbye to Bennet, leaves all the rations they collected and her cloak because Leonie will surely need it and leaves the campground without looking back.

—

In five years, Bernadetta throws herself on Edelgard’s mercy; Leonie does the same with Claude. Naturally, as both are skilled fighters, they’re accepted back into the fold. 

Edelgard keeps a close eye on Bernadetta to make sure she doesn’t run and hide. Claude makes sure that Lorenz, who has employed Leonie as a mercenary out of the knowledge of his father, keeps tabs on her.

Bernadetta doesn’t dare send a letter to Leonie, though she writes many and addresses them to the hearth in her room. Leonie doesn’t either, because she goes where the money goes.

But soon enough, five years lapse and the war goes full tilt.

—

Leonie is thrown from her horse. Bennet, the dumb bastard, rears up when Raphael lets out a roar to gas himself up. The battle’s barely started and she’s already half-concussed. The one fucking battle, that is the most important and she’s already messed up.

Leonie forces herself up into the saddle and follows Claude’s orders. She and Raphael are on the front line, their job is to cut a path through so that their reinforcements—mages—can sneak in and set fire to the field.

It all goes to plan, Leonie cuts down allies and enemies alike, their faces and bodies bleeding together like paint.

There, across the field she sees Bernadetta at the ballista. She looks different. Stronger, more mature, there’s a fire in her eyes that Leonie never saw before and she keeps murmuring, that can’t be Bernadetta, that can’t be her. It can’t be.

Then it occurs to Leonie that she’s on the bridge they’re going to set fire to.

Bernadetta, who left her in the ruins of a ravaged town. Bernadetta, who she thought would have died long ago. Bernadetta, who she would never have imagined in a thousand years to be here, on the front line at the Battle of Gronder Field.

Before she realizes it, Leonie is barrelling towards Bernadetta, screaming her name like it’s the only words she knows. She’s breathless, her lungs burning like hell as she pushes poor Bennet, faster, faster, faster.

She feels an arrow graze her shoulder. From the corner of her eye, Leonie sees crimson seep through her shirt sleeve and she cusses. Bernadetta nocks another one and screams at her to stop or she’ll shoot again. There’s a wild look in her eyes, a dangerous look, a look that says, “we have unfinished business”.

Leonie feels a lurch of anxiety and stops short of dismounting Bennet.

There’s a tense moment of eye contact as Leonie drinks in how Bernadetta has changed. Her hair is different, like she’s finally gotten used to using a hair brush, and she’s taller, much taller, almost as tall as Leonie herself. And she looks mature in a bad way, in a way that gives her dark circles beneath her eyes and quaking hands. She doesn’t look like the Bernadetta that she kissed, the Bernadetta that she shared secrets with, the Bernadetta that she loved and still loves.

She must have gone back to her father. Leonie shivers as she thinks it.

There’s the din of swords and shields. Leonie almost drops her lance. Bennet grows anxious with all the fighting.

“They’re gonna light this on fire.” Leonie tells her against the deafening sound. “If not them, us. You have to move.”

Bernadetta stares at her. “You said they’d protect me.”

“I was wrong!” Leonie cries out desparately. “I was so fucking wrong! I should have protected you. But you should have stayed! All you had to do was stay!”

Bernadetta’s eyes flicker behind her. She keeps the bowstring pulled tight as Leonie gets off Bennet and then lets it fly into Leonie’s shoulder. It lands hard and Bernadetta drops her bow, immediately realizing what she’s done.

She’s swearing, half screaming the words and then a cacophony of Oh goddess, oh Goddess, but all Leonie can think about is that she’s missed that anxious little voice and then realizes, “Oh fuck. You shot me.”

Bernadetta is stumbling over apologies before taking action. Like years before, but now in reverse, Bernadetta hauls Leonie on the back of Bennet and snaps the reins hard. She yells at Leonie to tell her about Sauin Village, about her home, about her travels, and Leonie, while feeling the blood ooze from her shoulder and the cloud of adrenaline fade from her mind, can talk only of the stars back in Sauin as they desert Gronder Field and their armies.

—

Bernadetta, Eternal Loner Leonie, Blade Breaker II

After fleeing Gronder, Bernadetta and Leonie were said to be spotted on the run for many, many years, though no official documents or records state this. Folk songs and rumours suggest that they became some sort of heroes to everyday folk, and The Ballad of the Bear and the Hornet, can be found in many children’s books. 

Reports exist that an older woman with a fair amount of battle scars could be spotted inside taverns and pubs with many a great story to tell. These fun nights would follow promptly with a woman who only referred to herself as Bear, coming in to pay her wife’s tab and give her apologies.

Bonus CF Ending: Upon inheriting House Varley, Bernadetta completed her duties in solitude. When Leonie was called to dispatch some bandits, she and Bernadetta reunited and ended up staying together. Leonie became captain of her personal guard and Bernadetta ascended to become a wise, caring and authoritative leader with Leonie’s help. It was rumoured that in the early days of their relationship, Leonie would sit in and warn visiting dignitaries and politicians to mind their manners when Bernadetta was speaking with a weapon at hand; in respect to this, Bernadetta gave her a golden dagger, engraved with the name Sunflower. 

[dav-book]

Chapter #2 The party

Finally her mother pulled to the house. It seemed awfully quiet for a party and awfully quiet for Jake's house. She could feel that something was wrong but there was no going back now. She looked at her mother before getting out of the car. Her face wasn't as composed as it usually was. She could tell it too after all this wasn't the first time they had been to Jake's house enough to know that that was not normal although they both pretended not to notice.

“Well have a good time Kate,” her mother said with a wight face, never breaking eye contact with the house.

“I will” says kate even though deep down inside there was a voice whispering to her DON'T KNOCK, DON'T KNOCK

Her heart is pounding as she walks up the two steps to the door. Her breathing heaves and her steps become slow but no matter how slow she goes her feet don't stop she keeps walking. And walking … and walking till there it was the door. She could still see the bits of pumpkin from last year's halloween prank. Her mind races thinking of anything she might have done to upset Jake in the past few days. As she did so she summoned all of her strength to lift her hand to knock her hand shaking with fear of what was in store for her for she now knew the mental game that was one of his cruel jokes. She knocked the door swung open wide and there stood Jake with a smile, a warm smile paired with warm loving eyes. She now let out a breath she didn't realize she was even holding. She knew Jake better than anyone and she could tell she was now safe. She turned around and gave her mom a thumbs up. Her mom sighed with relief, smiled and then drove off.

“Why so quiet” asked kate now more curious than nervous

“I just had you get here early, I knew your mother would freak out if she saw it was a party,” Jake responded, sitting down on the couch and motioning for Kate to take a seat.

“How did you know I didn't tell her it was a party?”

“Oh come on kate give me some credit youd think id know my girlfriend”

“Ok fair point”

“So do you want a drink real quick before conner comes rushing in loud as last year's Christmas band or…?

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. came a knock at the door.

“Too late.” jake sighed as he got up and walked toward the door

“You know where the drinks are right?” Jake asked Kate. Kate nodded.

“Good” said jake opening the door and letting in letting in a tall longer haired and (compared to the walking skeleton that was jake) large man with arms full of boxes of junk that was connor, connor was jake's best friend in the hole world but he was kind of loud but that's what made him good at parties he was the life of them and knew exactly what to do. Mainly because he was constantly going to the most popular parties in highschool. He had even helped to plan this one which was part of the reason he was dragging so much stuff behind him the other reason was because jake said he would only let him help if he either, got to pull as many pranks as he wanted or, do a seance so he could scare everybody half to death. Of course Connor couldn't have Jake ruining his party with all of his pranks so he agreed to the seance and brought all of the stuff he could find on the subject. Conner set the boxes down on the floor

“What's this?” Jake questioned picking up a small clear bottle of liquid.

“Holy water…” connor winced as he said this

Jake burst out laughing a genuine and mockingly and just as he was stopping he spotted the cross pulled it out and started laughing all over again 

“you know that seances aren't real right, and even if they where why would any of this stuff help”

“Hey you know you can never be careful with this kind of stuff” 

“Yeah, yeah just take it upstairs and stuff it under a pillow. I don't want anybody thinking you're a pansy. I'll take up the ouija board and that stuff even though it's just as fake.”

Jake picked up the box with seance supplies as Connor rushed up the stairs.

“hun if you want you can take that box over there and start spicing the place up”

  “Ok” said Kate, digging through the box.

Connor really had thought of everything he had brought: lights, his own punch, cups, and bowl, twister, head band, a movie player and a projector,  some sound equipment, CDs,and all sorts of other things. She got started setting up and was just finishing up when Jake came down in some type of fake demon suit.

“What do you think” jake mumbled from underneath the demonic mask

“Looks good, but what kinda of prank are you planning to pull with that” kate said raising an eyebrow

“Where planning on setting of a smoke bomb in the middle of the ritual then dropping me down in the middle of it and scare everyone half to death”

“Oh jeez jake”

“What it's just having a little fun”

“Yeah until someone has an aneurysm”

Jake just laughed while Kate gave him a sarcastic grin.jake then replied

“Ok I get your point but trust me i have everything under control everything is going to be just fine, trust me.”

“Ok i'm trusting you don't mess it up.”

“When have you known me to mess up”

Kate sighed knowing he was getting cocky again. Jake then interrupts this thought by complimenting her with a…

“You really gave this place a makeover didn't you”

“You should thank Connor. He was the one that thought of all this stuff. I was just the one that set it all up.”

And just as Jake was about to say something the doorbell rang and Jake ran up stairs yelling for Connor to answer the door meanwhile Kate calmly walked over to let the new guests into the house. The party had officially begun  

The party was going pretty well. Kate didn't know very many people there but the people she did know she enjoyed talking to and she even got to catch up with a few friends that she hadn't seen in a long time, but she was starting to miss jake. Yes she could go up and see him anytime she wanted, but the fear of what was going to happen was utterly paralyzing and she couldn't quite bring herself to go up there and see the horrors that were lurking upstairs. Even though no one had come out screaming yet she was sure they would. After all, when Jake does a prank he truly goes all out.

“Is that you kate?” a familiar voice said from behind her she turned around to see a face that gave her a kind of deja vu

“Umm hi?” she replied in a confused voice

“You don't remember me do you” said the mysterious person

“No sorry” kate said in an ashamed voice, never before had she not remembered a person

“Well good our first encounter wasn't exactly a good one to be reminded of, anyway im samantha” said this new girl stitching out her hand in expectancy of a hand shake

“Well good to meet you, again.” Kate said grabbing her hand “where did we meet before any way.”

“The hospital” samantha replied shily

“Ooooh” kate said in recognition “your the girl that shared a room with me when I broke my arm”

“Yeah that’s me” as she said this she looked down at the ground in embarrassment

“Wow you really healed up nicely no offense”

“None taken, how did you break your arm anyway?”

“Well you see I was playing a game of basketball with one of my friends and…” as she said this, she was brutally interrupted by the first of the expected screams along with a crash followed by more screams. Everyone jumped, even Kate and the whole room came to a standstill. The music cut out and everyone stopped talking all at once. All eyes were facing the upstairs bedroom. A sudden rush of people came flying down the stairs running out of the house screaming, all except for Conner and Jake. Everyone waited patiently hoping that they would come down. The house was deadly silent. So much so, that you could hear a pin drop and all felt their heart beat in their chest as they hoped to see the two. Then came a low rumble from the stairs and the whole party crowded around the stairwell. Staring up into the darkness, a huge mass of fur came bolting down the stairs lunging at the closest person. They fell down, a bloody claw mark scrapping its way across their chest. The whole crowd ran screaming and crying. Bodies climbed over one another. Kate ran. Not daring to look behind at the beast, in her haste tripped over her own feet. Her head landed on the ground with a sudden thud the whole world blurred together in a swirl and misty haze as a ringing entered her ears she couldn't tell which way was up or which way was down much less where the door was all she could see was the mass of people running. Figuring this is where the exit might be she tried standing up in hopes of escaping with the others her knees were wobbly and weak and she could hardly stay upright but she needed to in order to have any chance of escaping she walked forward. with each step it felt like a weight was added onto her. She knew she would only be able to get so far before she collapsed, then as if in sudden recognition of this thought she fell in a heap on the floor. The remaining people had now escaped all that was left in the room was broken furniture, her and the beast. She would have to regain her senses before she could attempt to escape. She pushed herself onto her back staring at the ceiling, willing it into a clear picture trying to focus her mind. In  a flash the beast was on top of her; it had some type of wolf-like appearance to it yet its face was far to deformed in order to be one. This new image was much sharper in her adrenalin pumped state from this huge mass pressing it paws? No hands, or something in between either way the weight was enough to create a sense of danger. Even as she stared into its face she could see something was not right, that it was no wolf but some other type of creature from the beastly large snarl to its large pointed ears, but most of all was its strangely human-like eyes that seemed to recognise her. She recognised them and was surprised to see humanity and a fear in its eyes. Then in a flash as quick as it was on her it was off and out the door and down the street cries could be heard as people witnessed the beast. 

“What just happened” kate whispered to herself “what was that thing”

Jake himself was wondering that same question. All was going well with the prank. The light was dark and the room was filled with smoke from the smoke machine so that no one could see him as he was stuck to the ceiling with some belts and a pulley system. Luckily no one could see him otherwise the whole thing would be ruined. They had a large pentagram on the floor and several candles laid down with an old book in the middle they got from an old pawn shop. The book they reasoned used to belong to a halloween store and was the reason for the spell-like form of the words on the page and the pentagram on the front. However this was not the case you see this book belongs to a wicken colt which meant that it used to be used to summon “demons” the very thing that they were pretending to do. As people filed into the room they looked around in wonder at the room as conner greeted them taking every bit in for they also did not believe in such things as ghosts and demons. Conner directed them in a circle around the pentagram then sat himself in front of the book and took a deep breath. They had practiced this over a hundred times beforehand and they were now ready. He began reciting from the book.

Homai, Entae, Lentoo, Lantae, Oncramore.

Treenorm, Herartam, Ental, Rencartam, Entae.

Amores, Noctar, Dreedlam.

Westroe, Ental, Lentoo, Contrak, Oncramore, Melmor, Entae.

Amores, Noctar, Ubleh, Bristam, Ilkolm, Slokong.

Oncramore, Ubleh, Rencartam.

Gasta, Oncramore, Dreedlam.

At the sound of the last word the pentagram began to glow and all looked stunned at the middle. “Oh cool conner must have placed some LED lights” thought Jake, and conner thought the same thing. At that glow they kicked on the fans and the smoke began to swirl towards the middle. It was show time. Conner reached into his pocket and flicked the switch to the pulley system holding Jake to the ceiling slowly lowering him down into the middle. Jake curled into a ball trying to make himself as invisible as possible to the crowd. Then he reached the bottom there it was so smokey he could hardly see himself then he turned on the LEDs on the suit allowing himself to start to be seen then they kicked off the fans to let the smoke disperse so all the room could see his suit.

“Mwahahahaha im free” Jake laughed through a voice synthesizer which was then blasted through the surround sound system they had hooked up earlier. Jake loomed in the circle looking from person to person studying them intensely as if their entire species was new to him.

“Careful don't break the circle or he’ll escape and then we’ll all be doomed”

At this Jake clawed at one of them but was careful not to cross the line and spoil the illusion that he was a real demon.

“Now it is time to send him back” conner said

Westroe, Ental.

Oncramore, Frazk, Framore, Entae, Rencartam.

Noctar, Oncramore, Westroe.

Treenorm, Homai, Ilkolm, Slokong.

Slokong, Amores, Contrak, Rencartam, Ilkolm, Frask, Ilkolm, Contrak, Ental.

At the end of this verse Jake's stomach began to turn. He felt an extreme ake and a cramp started to swell up inside him, his head started to hurt, his heart pumped faster and he became hot. Everyone stared at him in wonder and conner started to enjoy the theatrics until jake looked up at him with desperation in his eyes conners smile faded as he saw jake mouth his name. A sudden surge of unbearable pain went through his body as his arms back and other muscles contracted and went off in uncontrollable spasms preventing him from ever screaming. All he could do was stare at the ceiling in hopes that this soon would be over. As he stared upward he knew that something was inside him and it felt as if it was tearing him apart from the inside out. tears rolled down his eyes as his vision blurred and the thought entered his eyes 

“This is it, this is how I die” then the room faded to darkness as he felt his skin start to rip apart. Then he slowly woke up with a type of yellowness to his vision and he was staring straight into the eyes of Kate. Then he felt the thing coming back trying to take control of him once more he knew he had to get away he didn't know what he might do to her with it in control. He ran. He ran faster than he had ever ran in all of his life. It didn't matter where to, he just knew he had to get as far away as he could. He ran down the street not daring to look back, people screamed as he went past but he didn't blame them after all he was not himself he was instead something else and that something else was taking control again as Jake felt himself gently fall away. The next time he would wake he would once more be human but he would be in the middle of Sutro forest asking himself “what just happened.”

[lokiusgoeshere]

"Got any new year's plans?"

Mobius was just a guy. He had undoubtedly been a heart throb in his youth but these days was just a guy trying to get by. He sold... something for his living. It was too late for Loki to really circle back to that. Some kind of retail but his dream was to retire to some lake shore house and spend it on water craft.

To Loki that was just a normal Tuesday. Or a normal Tuesday before he was basically disowned after learning he was adopted and would never actually have shares in his family, in his brother's, in the Odinson Wine Company.

Thor's mother had always had a soft spot for him and was the only reason he was not completely disowned after the Christmas Party Incident where he tried to kill Thor. Rich people like them did not go to jail for things like that. He was sent off to a cushy rehabilitation center where he spent his days Talking.

And now it was a year later and he was instructed to try and live a Normal life. A normal life with a still pretty cushy allowance.

So that's how he wound up in a Subway sitting across from Mobius after having matched on a dating app. Loki had been bored and really nothing about Mobius was his normal type, which mostly just meant he didn't walk the same circles, but what was more normal life than just some dude?

He would show them.

Or he would get properly disowned and just buy up shares and take ownership of the company that way.

"In years past I would spend it with my family," because they Had been his family then, and something about Mobius's eyes on him made him want to be honest. He played with his straw before continuing "But I'll be alone this year." He made sure to sound coy, inviting, not desperate. Loki did not do desperate. But he rather liked the obnoxious party that he should be at.

"A few friends and I are meeting up. I'm sure they'd love to have you." Loki was not used to how genuine Mobius sounded.

I'm sure they'd love to have you was supposed to be reserved for knowing you weren't really wanted.

"I could not impose." The proper level of denial.

Mobius waved a hand at him. "Wouldn't be imposing at all. The more the merrier."

Loki nearly bit his lip. Who actually said stuff like that? "I'll think about it."

[sweetmusingss]

I blush from your comment, smirking at you a bit. "Hey, I am doing a very good job here. I think it's good for you to take me to an environment I am not all that familiar with. It makes me slow down and appreciate everything a little more. The only thing I can show you around here is the hospital I worked at and that's very boring," I giggle softly before kissing your cheek. "Alright, Daddy. Lead the way," I say, squeezing your hand gently. "When I take you to Malibu with me, you can fully expect me to be running around again," I remind you, playfully teasing you.

“Hey, that’s not boring! I’d love to see where you worked once upon a time! Maybe it’s the same hospital I was born at!” Seb’s eyes were wide with pure excitement. He genuinely loved being here and having you here with him. “Maybe we’ll never go to alibi then because I really love slow and relaxed Katie.” He takes your hand and leads the way to a small cafe near the water, getting a table near the water, pulling your chair out for you before sitting down himself. “My mom and I used to come here like 3 or 4 times a month. It was our favorite spot.”

__

Frank stared back at you, mirroring the same sad expression that you had on your face. He looked around the bus curiously, taking in the fact that it was clean and pristine but of course it was. However, it was just hitting him that you probably didn't spend much time in here except to sleep and it seemed like your fiancé didn't either. It made him sad to think about how much time you had been spending on his band's bus lately and now you probably wouldn't while Kayleigh was there. "I care a lot about you, Renee," he said, fully knowing he cared about you more than he probably should. "Even after everything..," he said, swallowing hard because it would never not be the most difficult thing in the world for him to reflect on your break up. "I still cared about you and worried about you constantly. That is never going to stop. I can't turn that off and I don't want to."

I barely slept at all that night, unable to stop thinking about what Frank and Kayleigh were doing. It was inevitable that they were having sex, but that wasn’t what kept me up. It was the laughter and the jokes and the pillow talk… the intimate couple things besides sex. Did she make Frank giggle in the adorable playful way I did? Did she let him be the little spoon sometimes? These thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone. The next morning, I was up at the crack of dawn, unable to go back to sleep. I walked off the bus, wanting to clear my head and maybe go sneak onto Gabe’s bus and cuddle with him. I find myself wandering near MCR’s bus, about to turn and walk the opposite way before I spot Gerard and I feel the anger boil up inside me suddenly, making a beeline for him and his brother.

Mikey and Gee had gotten up early to get coffee like usual and they were about to head back inside before Mikey spotted me from afar, storming towards them. “Oh no… she’s mad. She’s really fucking mad, Gerard.” Mikey knew about Gerard’s plan to bring Kayleigh out and he didn’t think it was his brothers greatest idea to date simply due to the fragility of both me and Frank. If one of us was broken or hurt, the other one suffered. And from the look on my face as I stormed towards them, Mikey knew I was definitely broken and hurt.

“How dare you! What the fuck were you thinking??” I push past Mikey and stand directly in front of Gerard, looking up at him with wide questioning eyes, my anger palpable. “You came to me, you begged me to fix him and get him on that stage! Do you know what that was like for me?! It brought me right back to all those years ago, being his rock and his fucking anchor and then you rip him away from me by bringing her here?! What is this, psychological warfare?! How could you do that to me?!” My eyes were already brimming with tears, so angry and hurt. Gerard supported us when Frank was married for Christ sake so this turn of events was shocking for me. “I thought we were friends, Gerard…”

[sargeant-bxrnes]

all yours, always was. [austin!elvis x reader.]

summary: where you and elvis are past the friendship point by plenty of nights together and kisses shared, but not quite in the lovers stage yet. one day, you decide to push too far, and elvis snaps. turns out, that’s was what you wanted all along.

warnings: friends with benefits, possessiveness, jealousy, elvis being a condescending jerk, tbh. | SMUT: dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected & semi-rough sex. [this is nasty, and i’m not even sorry]

word count: 4.9K [went overboard w this, oops.]

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What began as nothing but a one-night stand after a successful concert, turned into a friend with benefits situation over a few months.

Elvis couldn’t get enough of you, and he’d turned you into quite the insatiable little thing since the first time he had you.

It was all secret, though. To the public and his fans, Elvis was single and ready to give an opportunity to a lucky fan.

Safe to say, (because it always happens in situations like this one)… over time, things between Elvis and you had started to get messier and much more difficult to handle.

You had started to look away whenever Elvis got closer to the crowd to flirt with random fans, not enjoying the sight — and Elvis had begun to notice the way his fist tightened unconsciously whenever any man dared to approach you, even when he was around.

That’s when it all clicked, fans expected flattery and men flirted with you because of a simple reason… you two were a secret. No one had a clue of what happened behind closed doors.

And the worst part? Elvis and you were just friends, right? So why get mad whenever someone else attempted to make an advance? Didn’t make an ounce of sense, and you both knew it.

Elvis had been getting ready for that day’s concert when he saw you, he’d been humming a tune but immediately stopped when his eyes landed on you and the summer dress you wore, the material fitting your body in all the right places, making you look truly dashing, just as he imagined you’d look when he bought the dress for you. You were breathtaking.

On the other hand, you were distracted looking around the stage, the place was huge and you couldn’t help but feel proud of Elvis, the place had sold out entirely, not a single seat had been left available. People truly loved him and his crazy ass dance moves.

Feeling eyes on you, you turned around. It took you a couple of seconds to find him, but eventually you spotted Elvis’ face peaking next to the curtain, not wanting to be seen by anyone else but you, even if the fans weren’t there yet, he wanted to be discreet.

He smirked at you, his eyes shamelessly trailing over your body before returning his gaze to meet yours, his intentions clear behind those beautiful blue eyes of his as he bit his lip.

He liked the dress. He really liked it. But not as much as he liked the woman wearing it.

You licked your lips and sighed, he made a come hither motion with his fingers, and now that the intention had been set, you perceived the lust lacing his smile.

With half your mind on it, you began walking amongst the growing crowd towards the backstage door, his guards recognized you by now.

You only took a couple of steps before you felt someone touching your arm softly, to get your attention, though.

Turning around, you met a soft-looking man, warm brown eyes, curly hair, boyish smile. You didn’t know him, but something about his presence made you feel at ease, he seemed sweet.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he apologized, a nervous sigh escaping his lips. “I just saw that dress and… god, you’re really pretty, I had to talk to you.”

“Aw, thank you!” you said with a genuine smile, your hand falling to his arm. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

You knew what you were doing, of course you did. But it was time to test the waters, to see how far and deep you could go before Elvis snapped and either dragged you back to shore, or let you drown in your stupid actions.

Truth is, you were done with being his fuck-buddy, you wanted so much more, and if he wasn’t willing to bring the matter up by himself, you’d give him a little push, then.

Knowing that you were within his range of view, you kept the conversation and managed to give it a flirty twist, knowing fully well that Elvis was watching closely, and oh, he was hating every single second of it.

Elvis felt a warm, burning feeling invading his insides, it began in his stomach and spread all over his chest, leaving an uncomfortable feeling, making him dig his fingernails into his palm and his jaw tick.

He didn’t like what he was seeing. He wasn’t happy with the way you were smiling up at the man, or how he was looking at you, and God, he hated to see your hand on the man’s arm, fingers slightly squeezing his bicep.

It was too much to take, so before doing something stupid that could ruin his career and push you away, Elvis walked away from where he was standing.

“Gotta get back before my sister realizes I sneaked in without her,” the man, whose name was Alex, chuckled. “I’ll call you later, though.”

“Sure!” you said with an amused smile, although you weren’t sure what amused you more, his timid attitude or the fact that you probably wouldn’t be available later. “See ya, Alex.”

The man walked away, looking back at you at least twice before he made it to the exit and back to the hundreds of fans lining up to enter the arena.

With a satisfied smile in your lips, you turned around and made your way to were Elvis had been standing, he wasn’t there anymore, though.

You had no issues making it to the backstage area, and soon enough, you found yourself in front of his dressing room door.

“Come in,” Elvis’ deep voice welcomed you as soon as you knocked the door three times, letting him know it was you.

When you walked in, you were greeted by the glorious sight of him wearing his full concert attire, his hair styled as always, some strands falling to his forehead as the sides remained slicked back.

He looked really handsome, you couldn’t lie. The color of his suit brought out his gorgeous blue eyes, and the cologne that invaded your senses made your knees weak.

You probably would’ve knelt for him if he asked you to.

“Who was that?” he asked nonchalantly, focusing his attention on combing his hair in front of the mirror.

“Who?” you asked, genuinely confused for a couple of seconds before you caught up. “Oh, Alex?”

“So he has a name, then.”

Oh.

“I just met him,” you hurried to attempt to explain yourself, even though you had no reason to. “He liked my dress and—“

“Bet he liked it,” Elvis scoffed, looking at you through the mirror reflection. “He’d have to be blind not to, baby.”

“Elvis…”

“You can’t go ‘round, talkin’ to strangers.”

“What?” you grimaced at him, not getting his argument. He was being senseless.

“We ain’t sure of his intentions,” he explained, though the way he clenched his jaw was a sign that he didn’t feel like explaining his reasons to you. “He could be dangerous.”

You scoffed at his words, and the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him, for he turned around to face you, his jaw set and a single eyebrow raised, silently questioning you.

“He was nice, you know? And kind too,” you said with a simple shrug, acting innocent to his accusations. “He asked where I bought my dress, just that.”

“You told him I bought it for ya’?” he questioned, voice demanding an answer. “that I bought it for you jus’so I could rip it off your body whenever I wanted?”

“Of course not.”

“‘Course not,” he echoed your words, slowly wetting his lips as he looked down at his shoes before raising his head again, holding now a new composure.

“It would’ve ruined the conversation.”

“Why is that?” he ironically asked and didn’t even let you speak before he continued. “Oh right, ‘cause you were flirtin’ with him.”

Despite the soft tone and smile that decorated Elvis features, you could see past that and notice the annoyance he truly felt, he wasn’t happy with you, or what you’d done.

“So what if I was?” for the first time in all the time you’ve known the man, you talked back without a drop of hesitation.

Elvis was speechless, and it showed in the way both his eyebrows raised as he opened his mouth to say something, except that nothing came out. He thought he had the situation under control, that he had you right where he wanted— but then you went and said that.

“What do you mean ‘so what’?” he was about to go on a rant, but you interrupted him before he could even get started.

“I’m not yours, Elvis.”

Elvis stared at you silently, and that was more dangerous than anything he could’ve said. He was glaring at you, but within the waves of anger, you perceived swirls of lust deep in his blue eyes. He nodded his head slowly as he looked away, clicking his tongue as his eyes fell back on you, looking at you one last time before turning around.

You had poked the wrong tiger.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he rasps, his back fully turned to you. “The show is ‘bout to start, I can’t think straight with ya’ in here.”

“I- okay.“ you knew better than to argue with him.

“But you better be here by the time I get back.”

You nodded your head and silently made your way out, planning on sneaking into the crowd as soon as possible.

Elvis, on the other hand, was set on showing you just how wrong you were.

Elvis tried to not let what happened get to him. He tried to act normal. — The fans carried no guilt, right? So why should he behave any differently with them?

That was his thought process during the first 15 minutes of the show, he acted as his usual self, smiling, singing, swaying his hips at the beat of the music and sending ocasional flirty looks at random women on the audience to make them scream and blush.

He was trying his hardest to avoid looking at you, which you noticed.

He was doing a great work at pretending you weren’t there, but it was a genuine struggle. Elvis was so used to seeing you in the crowd, to finding your eyes with his, that it felt wrong to pretend you didn’t exist.

So, he acted mature and looked at where you stood.

And, remember when he was being decent? All those thoughts of decency got thrown out the window when he saw that fucking guy, Alex, standing next to you and whispering something into your ear— right in the middle of HIS concert.

From there on, there was no way for him to deny his sour mood.

The rest of the concert he spent dancing almost aggressively, singing certain songs with spite, and joking around, though it’s worth to mention his jokes were condescending, sarcastic even.

Anyone who knew him well enough could tell he was mad. And of course, you were the first one to notice. — Hard not to, considering he glared your way several times along the show.

Once the show was half a song from being over, you sneaked away from Alex’s presence and made your way discreetly to the backstage, to where Elvis expected you to be.

You only had to wait for 10 minutes before he walked through the door, sweaty, with heavy breathing, reddened cheeks and messy hair.

He was truly a sight to behold.

His eyes fell on you once, and that was more than enough to coax a smile out of your lips. A satisfied smile, at that. And boy, didn’t that piss him off even further.

He clicked his tongue and silently walked to the door, placing his big hand around the handle to close it shut, to get the privacy you’d certainly need.

“We gotta leave in 5!” A voice called down the hallway, right when Elvis was about to close the door.

Elvis audibly groaned and rolled his head around, closing his eyes and lowering his head as he exhaled heavily. What he wanted to do would definitely take more than 5 minutes.

Right when you were about to ask if he was okay, Elvis spun around to face you, a determined look in his eyes as he took a step closer to where you sat, offering you his hand.

“Let’s go,” he said angrily, not even looking at you but keeping his hand extended to you.

He was being a walking contradiction, and it’s safe to say you were slightly thrown off due to how he was handling the situation, but you knew that the best thing would be to listen to him.

You accepted his hand by taking it, he pulled you up with enough strength to make your body bump against his. He let go of your hand seconds after, but made sure to place it on your lower back as he walked you both to the exit.

People rushed left and right to pick up the scenario utilities, some of them stopped to take a glance at Elvis, but kept to themselves when they took notice of the way the singer’s bad mood— the way he pushed you around being proof of it.

You wanted to at least say goodbye, but Elvis couldn’t have cared less, when he felt you stopping and noticed the group of people in front, he huffed and applied more pressure on your lower back, forcing you to move.

“Goodbye, Elvis!” someone called, it was hard to tell who.

“Yeah.” he grumbled, walking to a chauffeur standing by the exit of the arena. “Could ya’ give me my keys? The Cadillac ones.”

You’d be leaving in his personal car.

The man seemed confused by the change of plans, but handed him his keys with a nod. Elvis grabbed the keys and hurried you both to the parking space where his car was parked.

Once you were there, Elvis opened the passenger’s door for you, offering you his hand to help you get in, you accepted the gesture while looking at him, but Elvis didn’t spare a glance your way.

When you were inside, he shut the door and walked around the car, getting inside and immediately turning on the car, remaining speechless and not staring at you, acting as if you weren’t there.

That’s when you knew you’d screwed up for real. He was MAD, not even playful mad, just plain out mad.

The drive to the hotel would’ve been peaceful under any other circumstances. But at that moment? The tension could be felt in the air, it emanated from Elvis as intensely as his cologne did.

His grip on your thigh was almost a bit too harsh, and you wondered if the tight grip he kept around the steering wheel didn't hurt his fingers— as his knuckles were white from the strain.

Elvis had always been a very talkative person with you, he always had something to say, an anecdote to tell or an idea to share with you. For that very reason, he knew damn well how crazy his silence was driving you.

But you deserved it.

“Elvis.” you finally said, staring at him as he drove silently.

No answer came from him, and if it weren't for the way his jaw clenched, you would have thought he didn't hear you.

“You know I didn’t mean to upset you, right?” your voice was soft and delicate, small even, devoid of the playful nature you’d had earlier. “I was just messing around.”

“Hm.”

“I didn’t mean—“ you continued, or at least attempted to before he interrupted you curtly.

“Ya’ never mean a thing, do ya’ baby?” he rasped out, an ironic tone bleeding through his voice.

Oh, fuck.

“Your hand just happened to land on his arm,” he kept talking, his grip around the wheel getting impossibly tighter. “Must ‘ave been a gust of wind, that made it land there.”

“I—“

“And that little smirk appeared on your lips, heavens know how, ‘cause ya’ didn’t mean any of it, right?” He was being sarcastic, but his voice and tense frame exuded anger.

“I- I don’t,” suddenly you were feeling very nervous, unable to get a proper hold of your words. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Hm.”

You weren’t sure of what worried you more, his short ‘hm’ or just how angry he sounded whenever he spoke.

But even through his act, you could see the real emotion he felt. He was jealous. And despite the situation, it was a good sign. It meant that the cared about you, that he actually gave a damn whether other people were interested in you or not, that the idea of losing you wasn’t of his liking.

Once at his place, the path to his bedroom was familiar to you, so much so that there was no need to speak or even look at each other, this was destined to end in one place, and one place only.

In his bedroom, Elvis latched the door shut, and still with his back to you, pressed his forehead against the door, and sighed heavily, as if he was trying to relax.

The thought that he might feel sick crossed your mind, after all, the amounts of adrenaline he dealt with after concerts were immense.

And as if he had read your mind, Elvis straightened up and turned to you, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the universe. You felt small under his gaze, and rightfully so.

“I’m so done with this lil game of yours, mama,” he assured you, both hands on his hips to enhance his attitude. “I ain’t playin’ no more.”

“What?” you questioned, genuinely concerned. What if he decided that enough is enough and decided to break things up?

“Get on that bed, right now.” he barked the order at you, nodding his head to the king side bed behind you.

He didn’t have to tell you twice, with your eyes still on him, you took a couple of steps back and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Now what?”

“Imma show you how I’ve owned ya’ since the first time I had ya’.”

He sounded completely sure of his words, the dark look in his eyes was all you needed to know he meant it. Without noticing, you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the tension.

It only took a couple of long steps for Elvis to be in front of you. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, it wasn't a caress or a sweet gesture, his lips moved against yours with desperation, both of his hands were placed at your sides, trapping you between the bed and his body.

With one arm around your torso, Elvis moved you higher on the bed, his body following yours immediately, his lips still against yours.

His hands balled up your dress, trying to get it out of the way without having to separate from you, eventually, he got fed up and ripped the fabric off your body, tearing apart the dress that had started it all.

He slid his tongue inside your mouth, as he opened the clasp of your bra (which was located between your breasts), and threw the clothing piece away.

You fell back to the bed, and he followed suit. Immediately, you felt him hard against your thigh and thought you’d have it your way, however, his lips began to move down to your neck, to your breasts where he sucked and licked till you begged him to do something else, and continued going down and down, sliding your underwear down your legs on his way down, until his head was between your thighs, his face inches away from your pussy.

"I wanna taste ya’." he said, his fingers teasing the sensitive area, brushing against your clit and caressing near your entrance.

"Fuck Elvis, please," you begged and he huffed. "Just fuck me already."

That was tempting enough, but now that he had the upper hand of the teasing game, Elvis found it hard to let go.

"I want to eat you out," he said, caressing your thighs softly to relax you. "you're not gonna turn down what I give you, are you? You’re smarter than that.”

Fuck, that got you.

You opened your legs even more so he'd have better access, and you felt his smirk against your skin, as he placed a little kiss in the inside of your thigh.

"That’s what I thought." he teased, always with his need to have the last word.

He wrapped both arms around your thighs to keep them open and lowered his head, doing his thing.

His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out a moan you were ashamed of, because of how ridiculously loud it had been.

He let go one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, using his free hand to slide it in between your legs and all the way inside you, while keeping his relentless pace with his tongue.

His fingers buried inside you rhythmically, they curled against your sweet spot right when he sucked harshly on your clit, and his tongue would twirl around as his fingers reached deep.

The sounds you let out, the way you pulled on his hair and clenched around his fingers were clear signals that you were about to cum, so what if he just...

He pulled out his fingers and removed his head from between your thighs, having the perfect view of your face, realizing that he'd denied you an orgasm.

"Elvis!"

"What is it, doll?" he asked innocently, licking his fingers, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in both annoyance and need.

"Just take me..."

“Hm,” he pretended to think about it, before plunging two fingers back inside you, continuing with his ministrations as if he hadn’t stopped at all.

He was doing everything he knew drove you insane. He curled his fingers in the right spot, kept the perfect speed and went so deep that his knuckles would disappear, his fingers coated in your wetness easing the work for him.

“See how well I know ya’?” he questioned, an undeniable cocky tone in his voice, his eyes drinking up on the sight of you, moaning desperately, arching your back as you tried your best to ride his fingers, but to no avail.

You could barely understand what he was saying, so lost in the pleasure, the ecstasy being almost a little too much.

“I know that if I curl my fingers here,” he emphasized his words by curling his fingers inside your pussy, the tips of his fingers pressing on your spot. “and keep ‘em there, you’ll be cumming all over my hand.”

He wasn’t wrong. You felt your release getting closer with every second that passed, and his cocky attitude was only riling you up.

“Please.” you begged, voice raspy after moaning so much.

“Now you’re being nice,” he had a shit-eating smile plastered on his face, a shame you were to fucked out to see it. “ain’t that cute?”

“Please, Elvis,” you begged, saying his name in the perfect pitch to make his dick twitch inside his pants. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Nah, that ain’t gonna happen.” he shook his head, stilling his fingers inside you.

“What?” your eyes widened as you looked at him in disbelief.

“The only way you’re gettin’ off tonite is around my cock,” he assured, pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy with ease. “Do you deserve it, tho?”

“Elvis, I’m sorry… I—“ you didn’t know what else to say, the absence of his fingers inside you being almost painful. “Please.”

He couldn't help but smirk, he had you completely under his control, had you begging and pleading for him, and that made him harder than he already was.

He began to unbuckle his belt slowly, letting the buckle rattle as it opened, slowly pulling the belt out of the loops as he stared at you, devouring your naked body with his gaze.

“Ya’ should consider yourself lucky I won’t have it any other way,” Elvis sighed, pulling down his pants and freeing his dick, which slapped his lower abdomen right after. “It’s my cock or nothing.”

That was a way to ask for permission, he wanted to make sure you wanted this to happen, because despite of how turned on he was, he wanted to be certain you desired him.

You nodded your head repeatedly, spreading your legs open for him, an open invitation for him to delve in. So he did.

A relieved moan left your lips when Elvis buried himself inside you, slipping in easily but still managing to stretch you out deliciously, as if it were the first time.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” he asked right into your ear, giving you some seconds to adjust to his size.

“Yes, yes, just for you.”

“Then you’re gonna cum when I tell ya’ to.”

For a solid two seconds, you thought you would be able to meet the challenge - however, Elvis started to thrust and all your composure went to shit.

His eyes found yours as he took on a fast, hard, deep pace, the eye contact made you shudder, and a satisfied grin formed on his lips as his hips moved against yours- he felt and looked so good… you tightened your walls around him, causing him to let out an almost feral sound.

His arms caged you against the bed, his lips pressed against the skin of your neck and his pace fastened, your legs were over his thighs, so all he had to do to get a new angle, was to wrap your legs around his waist and push up.

Despite the fact that it was supposed to be some sort of punishment for you, Elvis was doing every single thing he knew drove you insane, getting his own pleasure by bringing yours to your body with every thrust of his hips.

“Such pretty noises you're making for me… am I making ya’ feel good?” Elvis didn't know where he got the control to keep teasing you, since his cock was so deep inside you that its outline surely bulged in your stomach.

“Y-yes, fuck, Elvis, ah-“ you couldn’t even speak properly.

“That’s right, right there, isn’t it?” he said with a satisfied smirk, as his hips thrust at a certain angle that made the tip of his dick make contact with your g-spot. “I am, only I can make ya feel this way, baby.”

“Oh my- yeah, yeah.” you nodded clumsily, probably not listening to a single word he said. And while it was an ego-booster to know he was fucking you so damn good you could barely speak, Elvis wanted you, needed you, to listen.

“Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't ya’?” he slowed his thrusts down to almost nothing, he wanted you to answer properly. “You like when I’m jealous?”

“If you keep fucking me like this,” you mumble, voice raspy as Elvis slows down to a stop. “I’m gonna love it.”

He wanted to be mad. You were making him jealous on purpose, even though you knew how much he hated it— yet couldn't deny your brattiness made him so horny, he wanted to fuck it out of you.

So he did, picking up his pace again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, his lips sucking on the skin below your ear, before kissing your jaw and finally your lips.

“You’re mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbled over your lips, his cock fucking you like never before, going deeper than ever. “My Y/N.”

“All yours,” you manage to say, your eyes snapping shut as your walls begin to clench around his cock, tighter every time. “always was.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

His pace changed, now his hips moved with a sole purpose. Making you come.

Not too long after, Elvis felt you clenching around him again, your walls tightening around his dick repeatedly, your moans had gotten high-pitched, and he was pretty sure he could feel your nails scratching the hell out of his back.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, Elvis cupped your face in his hand, turning your face so he could look you directly in the eye as he said it.

“Cum for me angel, c’mon.”

And as if your body was trained to listen to his commands, your orgasm came instantly, the wave of pleasure being so intense that your eyes rolled, your back arched and your thighs pressed against his body, your heels pushing against his lower back to drive him deeper inside you, if possible.

Being so deep inside you while you climaxed did it for him, and he shortly followed, spilling inside you as his hips stuttered in between thrusts.

To say you were exhausted was to underestimate the situation, Elvis fell on top of you, as you both caught your breath. He wanted to stay there forever, but it wasn't hygienic.

You were still too lost in the after high to notice he had stood up and walked to the bathroom, and it wasn't until you felt the damp towel between your legs that you reacted with a little hiss, the material of the soft towel making contact with your sensitive pussy.

Neither of you said anything. You were falling asleep, while Elvis thought about how to structure his statement without causing another fight.

Once you were clean, Elvis discarded the towel and walked back to bed, lying down next to you, the sheets felt warm and slightly damp with sweat, but he ignored it, he had more important things to concentrate on.

Your breathing was slowing down, he knew that if he wanted to say something, he would have to say it fast, so he forced himself to speak before it was too late.

“You do know this is so much more than just sex for me, don’t ya?” his voice, unusually small, asked as his eyes focused on the dark ceiling.

“I hope so,” You yawned, rolling your body on the bed to get closer to him, your head pressed against his arm, finding a way to cuddle against it. “Because it sure is for me.”

You were so sleepy, it was hard to know if you were even aware of what you were saying— regardless, Elvis was happy, he couldn’t stop the smile that took over his lips.

“Good,” he grunted and wrapped his arm around you, pulling your body closer so you could rest your head on his chest. “‘Cause I ain’t letting you go.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

how do you think a first kiss with sanji would go?

Let’s Talk About: Being Sanji’s First Kiss (FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader

No because he deserved a whole kiss after carrying the Water 7 Arc idc.

He’d look exactly like this but with a kiss stain on his face

You were the first girl to show genuine interest in Sanji and you knew this so it didn’t surprise you he never been kissed. Which was weird because yeah he was a bit over dramatic with his love for women, but he was such a pretty boy! Super caring and always willing to make you smile. So you had a soft spot for him and that was probably what made you grow a crush on him.

After saving you countless times from enemies you really wanted to show Sanji you appreciated him, he never accepted any of your gifts or requests to help clean so maybe you could give him a more physical gift. Especially after waking up to see him nearly kiss Zoro that same morning.

“Sanji?” You played with the rim of your now empty drink watching him clean up to get ready to cook dinner.

“Yes, Y/N- SAN!” His eyes were already with subtle hearts so shiny you could see yourself in them which somehow always made your heart fluttered. “Would you like some more juice? I made plenty.”

“No, but…I want something sweeter.”

Sanji tilted his head at your comment, you wiggled your finger to come closer and he nearly spun over to you, but instead he walked over holding his hands shyly. It was cute seeing him like this.

He sat in the chair to face you and you smiled at him warmly holding his now clamy hands.

“W-would you like a cookie? O-or a um..a—“

His brain completely malfunctioned feeling your face lean in closer, your breath smelled like the sweet fruit juice and mint which made his cheeks form as red as the hearts that he had in his eyes.

“Mmhm I want something sweeter.”

You cupped his warm chubby cheeks, making his cigarette fall, and wasted no time to place your lips onto his. Sanji’s eyes were wide in shock feeling how incredibly plushy and gentle your kisses could be.

“S-SHE’S KISSING ME! A GIRL IS KISSING ME! HER LIPS TASTE LIKE SWEET SWEET CANDY. THEY’RE SOFT LIKE A PILLOW! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING FEELING SUCH AN ANGEL—-“

He was so dazed out he didn’t even notice you have already pulled back.

“That was just what I needed.” You giggled kissing his red stained cheek before leaving.

He shook his head back into reality and stumbled rushing back over to you after seeing your figure walk out the kitchen.

“W-WAIT! WAIT WAIT Y/N Y/N Y-YOU—! YOU WERE MY—“

“I know.” You nodded wiping the subtle blood under his nose. “I just wanted to let you know I appreciate you. A lot.”

His heart eyes and panic subdued giving you a more delicate gaze. Sanji’s heart was warmed, you really were as sweet as that kiss to him and he didn’t want to ruin this opportunity so he did what any logical man would do in this situation:

“Marry me.”

He was holding both of your hands firmly, about to get on one knee but you managed to stop him while laughing,

“How about another kiss first?”

He stared at your blankly for a moment let out a small chuckle, “okay.”

Sharing another kiss with your fingers intertwined with each others by the pretty pink and orange sunset, you knew you have given Sanji the biggest sweet tooth and the best gift.