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tojikai · 1 year ago

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Sundered 5: QUARRELS

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, explicit smut, arguments, implied noncon

word count: 6.8k

This is close enough for a beggar like him.

“When Yui turns three…” Satoru turns to look at you with a small smile and a look in his eyes that you know too well not to understand at a glance. “When Yui turns three?” You urged him to continue, “...we make another one. Hopefully, a baby boy.” He pulled you on top of him as you laughed fondly.

“I can’t even count on my fingers how many times you said that already.” You giggled, kissing his blushing face. “I can’t have you forgetting. It’s a must. We make cute babies.” He spoke each sentence in between pecks. “ Yeah, but she’s only 5 months old, Satoru.” You put your head on his chest, feeling him caress your hair.

“I know, but I wanna tell you in advance.” Moments like this make you forget about all the problems and fights that you have with him. “But we’re gonna get married first, of course.” You looked up at him, watching his eyes glimmer. “You’re asking me to marry you?” You poked his side.

“Of course, what else am I gonna do with you?” He flips you over, kissing your neck and chest before attempting to pull the straps of your nighties down your shoulders. “This is for your daughter, don’t even try.” You pointed a finger at his nose as he pouted, “She’s asleep. Can’t I get a sip?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you giggle.

“What is going on with you?” He kissed your lips, joining you in your joy. Just two days ago, you and Satoru were screaming at each other’s faces because of how he got angry at you for talking back to his mother. She came into his house, trying to fight you because you got Yui’s ears pierced. You and Satoru agreed on it, but he didn’t like that you ‘talked back’ to his mom.

And now, it’s all gone. Washed away by his touches. Drowned away by his kisses and moans. “Remember when we did this while you were pregnant?” You could hear his smirk as he nibbled on your skin. You're now lying sideways with your hand holding one of your legs up. His strong arms were wrapped around your waist, caressing your lower stomach.

“Gonna put another one here in a few years.” He grunted when you reached for his hair, pressing him closer to you. “Satoru…” His breath on the shell of your ear only made you heat up more. You sobbed as his thrust got faster and harder. “Yeah, you want that.” He bit your ear lightly as you arched your back, whimpering.

You were just about to tell him that you’re close but Satoru got your body memorized. His hand was already trailing down to your womanhood, fingers rubbing on your nub as he coaxed you to your climax and followed shortly after. He finished inside you with your name flowing smoothly out of his lips. You stayed in the same position; with him still inside you as he pushed your legs together.

It was only one of those nights that made you believe that you’d be together until the end.

“...a new one?” Satoru’s voice snapped you back to reality. “Hm?” You turned to him, seeing that he was already staring at you. Yesterday, you and Toji fought. And today, you did again. Is the honeymoon phase they were saying already over? You gritted your teeth. “Are you still thinking about it?” Satoru’s voice was laced with concern as he drove.

Yesterday afternoon, you and Toji were talking about how much louder it gets when there are more kids around. Other than Yuuji, a little girl from their neighborhood named Nobara also joined—a name Yui cannot pronounce correctly but kept saying anyway.

With four children running around the house, you and Toji could only communicate with eyes, teasing like a married couple planning for an addition. You two could only joke around the topic, though, knowing how serious and how big a responsibility it will be.

Besides, your relationship is still young and you would like to get married first before taking a step like that. But marriage still feels pretty far for you and Toji.

“Look, I’m sure he doesn’t mean it like that.” Satoru tried to comfort you. “His wife used to do that stuff and now he’s just sharing it with you.” He explained. You can’t help but feel like you were being petty. The kids had a playdate and you thought that making a bit of juice for their picnic would give them a better experience.

Toji started randomly talking about how his wife had little cousins and she refused to give them juice until they were 5 because it’s terrible for toddlers’ health. And though, you understand this, the way he said it just put you off. You felt like he was comparing you to her and you just didn’t like the way it made you feel.

Before, there were times when he would mindlessly say that his wife introduced something to him or taught him to do something and you would think that he was probably just reminiscing. But now you just felt…sensitive. It just felt like you still had to compete even if there was no one to compete with.

“He’s probably just suggesting.” Satoru tried to explain for Toji, something you didn’t think would ever happen because they’re almost always wordless around one another. “Suggesting what? That I should do what his first wife did? And today he got upset that Yui and I would leave early to go with you.” Satoru sighed, nodding slowly.

Ever since that night, he’s been a lot more calm, more patient, and more careful with everything he does. “We should’ve canceled and moved it another day.” You looked at him, disbelief flashing on your face.

“Y/N, he’s your boyfriend now. It’s not good to leave a fight without talking first, even just for reassurance.” Whatever he’s been learning at counseling is definitely working, you thought. When he first told you about it, you didn't know how to react. Probably because you know that the cause of your problems is not just him. But also his mother.

“I told him we’ll talk later. He just doesn’t like that we have to spend time around each other like this.” Your voice was quieter. To be honest, you don’t know how to deal with that because it concerns your daughter too. “We can…we can just reduce times like this to milestones like birthdays and school events when she’s finally in school,” Satoru spoke, clearing his throat.

“I don’t think it’s that important anyway, Yui will understand that we’re separated soon. She’s growing fast.” You glanced at your daughter as she waves at the passing cars. Satoru’s right. “Yeah, I’ll just…I’ll talk to him about it.” Satoru probably doesn’t want it like that, but nowadays, he’s been…different. In a good way.

“By the way, I have a…my previous car. Do you remember? The one before this.” He asked, “Your car always breaks down. I mean…You can have it. So, you won’t have to take a cab when you take Yui to daycare, go to work, or pick her up from my place.” You can tell that he was nervous to ask you about it.

“Actually, if you want. I can ask Toji, so he won’t think of it as anything.” You looked away, thinking. You’re not the only one who has a significant other here; Naomi might think of it as something too. “You have to tell Naomi too.” You glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Yeah…” He cleared his throat.

Silence enveloped the three of you for several minutes until Satoru spoke again. “My counselor said it’s easy to mistake comfort for love.” Taking a deep breath, you chose your words carefully. “You can learn to love people and things.” There was a long pause along as you reached his house. You checked on Yui to find out that she fell asleep.

“That sounds like resignation, Y/N. Love doesn’t need conditions.” He mumbled, looking at his lap. “Let’s go, she’s getting uncomfortable.” You took Yui’s things before following him inside his house. “Don’t forget her vitamins, Satoru.” Humming, he opened the door for you with your sleeping daughter in his arms.

To his surprise, the lights were on and there, his mother and Naomi sat on his couch.

“You took so long. Did you forget about your girlfriend?” His mother was the first to speak. “Why are you here, Mom? You’re early, Naomi.” Naomi glanced at you with a look on her face that you can’t quite read. There’s nothing sinister about it, in fact, she looked nervous.

“She’s early because she won’t be working full days anymore.” You stood there awkwardly, feeling invisible before Satoru took a step closer to you, “Since she’ll be a part of the family soon, I asked your father if he can take it easy on her workload. Lovers should spend time with each other as much as they can.” His mother continues, emphasizing the word ‘family’ as she gave a mocking glance your way.

She never once considered you as one. Not that you want to be related in any way to someone like her. You scoffed inside your head, seeing Satoru glance at you. “We do spend enough time together.” He spoke, “And why are you deciding for her, Mom?” He took the bags in your hand, “Let’s go to Yui's room.”

“It’s okay, I won’t be staying for long anyway, I just wanted to drop her off.” After taking Yui to an inflatable indoor park, Satoru bought her a Hello Kitty cake just as you were about to go home. The kid was excited to open the cake with you, but you were reluctant because you don’t really want to be around Naomi. After being assured by Satoru that Naomi wasn’t supposed to come over until Friday, you finally agreed.

You should’ve trusted your gut, because here she is with Satoru’s mom, like a cherry on top.

“I’ll take you home, let’s just put her to bed, then we’ll go.” The child stirred in her sleep, adjusting her head on his shoulder, “Mama, cake.” She murmured, probably dreaming about her food. You looked at Satoru, catching him already staring at you and something tells you it’s gonna be alright even with these two people who seemingly want you out of your own daughter’s life.

“We’ll talk later,” Satoru spoke to them, gently nudging you toward your daughter’s room. “There’s literally nothing to talk about, son. We just wanted to make the two of you more free for each other. Can’t have others hogging all of your attention from your lover. She won’t appreciate that. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” You paused, glancing at Satoru.

“With your new boyfriend, doesn’t it irritate you when he uses his time for other things?” You can tell that his mother is trying to elicit a reaction from you. “The only thing my boyfriend does other than work is take care of his son. And I will never put myself in between them.” Before his mother could even say anything, Satoru quickly took the stage.

“I said later, Mom. Naomi and I will talk. It’s our relationship.” With that, he walked with you into Yui’s room, closing the door behind him, careful not to wake his daughter up. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t think they’d be here.” You took Yui’s shoes and jacket off, before letting Satoru put her down. “I know, it’s okay.” Kissing Yui’s forehead, you could hear him whisper curse words.

“Hey.” You can tell he’s more than upset. This is probably more painful and exhausting to him than you thought. “I don’t know anymore, Y/N.” He turned away from you, running his hand over his face, “This. This is what’s making my life harder.” He gestured towards the door, referring to his mother. “This is what made our life harder.” You caught him saying as he shook his head.

“Just talk to them. Maybe there's a reason for this. She’s just naturally hostile with me.” You shrugged, knowing that he was speaking the truth. “That’s the point. She’s pointlessly hostile and she thinks she can decide for me.” Turning to you, there was redness in his eyes.

Satoru didn’t want to seem like he was asking you for comfort. He refused to give you that before, he’d be shameless if he wanted you to hold him. “Let’s go. I’ll explain to Yui, we’ll call you later.” Blinking hard before opening the door, Satoru knows better than to allow his mother near you. You never told him but he knows that she slapped you when she came to your house.

They fought about it when he went to their mansion. Thankfully, his father backed him up with a speech about protective orders which shut her down. It pained him to be like that to his mom but he can’t just have her abusing you just because she can.

Satoru walked beside you, covering you from his mother. “Satoru…” Naomi called out but his mother quickly spoke, “Doesn’t she have a car? Did it break down again? Ah, like before, when she wanted someone to take her home.” There was no hint of amusement in Naomi’s eyes, probably clueless as to what she was talking about.

“I’m calling Dad to pick you up.” With that, he continued walking, leaving his mother with an angry look on her face. “That’d be good. He will be here to discuss things since he’s her boss. He might even give her a vacation. You and Naomi can go out of the country. Get close, plan things like marriage, children—” Stopping in his tracks, Satoru turned with his jaws clenched.

“You know what? Maybe I shouldn’t leave my daughter here. After all, you threatened to take her away.” Walking back to Yui’s room, Satoru didn’t think twice as he grabbed your hand, making Naomi tense up. “Can she stay with you tonight? I’ll get her tomorrow.” He murmured, breathing hard as he picked his daughter up again.

“You think I’ll kidnap my own granddaughter, look what she’s making you think.” You can hear his mom as you rush to take Yui’s things. Whining, Yui covered her ears as Satoru walked her out of the room with you beside him. “I don’t need to kidnap Yui to get her away, her own mother isn’t even capable, what makes you think—” Satoru cut her off when he stood in front of her.

“I’m filing a restraining order.” He spoke, voice low as he tried to stay respectful despite what he was saying, “Against you.” His mother’s eyes widened in surprise, “Come on.” Ushering you out, and leaving his mother stunned. Opening the door for you, he then proceeded to fix his daughter in her car seat.

“Mama why?” You shushed her, caressing her hair, “We’ll eat cake at home.” You smiled at her, trying your best not to sound panicked before closing the door to finally get in the car. Satoru was about to get in the driver’s seat but Naomi came out of the house and ran to him. Glancing at you, she held his hand, “We’ll talk about it later.” He told her, checking if his mother followed.

“Can’t you just…” Naomi was about to say something but held back, grabbed his collar, pulling him down to kiss his lips. You almost immediately looked away, seeing from your peripheral vision how she put Satoru’s arms around her waist. “Come home quick.” She whispered not so quietly at him. Getting in the car, you wondered if his mom told her about it.

“Naomi…” Satoru sighed, pulling away before looking at you with a concerned look in his eyes as he nodded away at her words. Leaving her, Satoru entered the car and started it. She stood there with a mixed look on her face that screams how irritated and upset she is with the events.

“You don’t have to file a restraining order against her. She’s still your mother.” You didn’t have to say that but you felt like you’re the reason why there’s a gap between them now. “She’s not good for Yui. I can’t have her around speaking about you like that in front of her.” He was breathing hard. “Can you calm down? You’re driving.”

“Sorry.” He muttered, before taking a deep breath. “I hope she won’t be there when I come back. I can deal with it on my own, whatever Naomi and I have to talk about.” He ranted, “I wish she didn’t intervene so much in everything I do. I feel like the decisions I made aren’t even mine.” He rarely talked like this back then. Actually, you rarely interacted like this back then.

“How’s…” Hesitating, he swallowed before continuing his question, “How’s Toji’s family to you?” He asked softly as if the information he’ll get can break him even more. It probably would. “He’s not that close to them, so they don’t really know much about us. I’ve met them twice when we picked up Megumi. They treat us kindly.” You glanced at him, seeing him purse his lips.

“That’s good for you. You won’t have to deal with something like this.” Satoru wanted to say that he’ll cut ties with his mother to protect you; to be with you. But knowing you, you’ll probably feel like it’s your fault and he doesn’t want that.

He’s aware that his mother influenced the decisions he made in the past. Talking to someone about it made him realize how wrong he approached things with you and how easily he let himself be swayed by the instant gratification that he felt when he gave up on your relationship.

None of it was worth it.

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Three Days Ago

“I can’t do that,” Naomi spoke as she tried to lean away from Satoru’s mom. They met at a cafe near her neighborhood. She was supposed to ask for advice, but it quickly turned into plotting how to lock Satoru to her. “Listen, Y/N was able to keep Satoru with her because they have a child together.” She tapped a sharp nail on the table.

Naomi would be lying if she said that she didn’t think about using that to get more of his time. She admit that she thought of a way to make him have a kid with her, even trying to lie about her safe day to make him do it inside her. She didn’t think that hearing it come from someone else can sound so sick and twisted.

If Satoru doesn’t want the kid, what’s going to happen to me; to us?

“Why are you worried? I’ve been in the same situation and I’m telling you, Satoru kept his father for me.” Naomi’s eyebrows bumped together as she thought of how easy it was for her to say something like that. “You did that to his father?” She asked in disbelief, wanting nothing but to go but desperate enough to stay.

“Not intentionally. But had I not told him, his ex-wife wouldn’t have left us alone and he wouldn’t have stopped running after her.” She took a sip of her coffee, making her seem so chill with her story. Naomi knows all of it for Satoru once told her. She just thought that his mother really baby-trapped his dad to make him stay.

Can Naomi really do that?

“You won’t baby trap my son, you just let him come to you. Attract him like you did back then.” She nodded at Naomi. “I just wanted to help him, then. I didn’t try to seduce him.” She defended herself, “But you did drink with him a few times? Tell me you didn’t get seductive with him during those nights.” She dared, and Naomi looked down.

She remembers telling him how she liked his eyes and how he was too hot to bury himself in problems. She also remembers nonchalantly telling him how he caught her eye when she first saw him. She knows that she liked to think of him and Yui as her own little family even before they started dating and she remembers promising him that they can make it work.

Was Naomi really being just a friend to him then? Or was she already falling for him when she tried to become what he needs during those times?

“Y/N was confident that she’ll get Satoru back and that’s why she let her guard down. Now, if you want to be her so much then, be happy-go-lucky and watch him dump you.” She shook her head, and the words easily got Naomi thinking twice. She’s not trying to be like you. She’s better than you.

She’s better for him than you.

“Why do you hate her so much?” Naomi suddenly asked, thinking out loud as she carefully thought about her decision. I mean, she didn’t really do anything to me.” If she’s going to think about it, other than the misunderstandings— which were probably caused by something offensive she did or said—you’re never antagonistic towards her.

“She ruined my son’s life. I shouldn’t have expected anything knowing how she got him, but she even had the nerve to try and make him do all the work. She’s probably just after the money..” No matter how hard she tried to recall, Naomi can’t remember him sighing over having Yui with you. “And you think she didn’t really do anything to you? You’re a bit naive.” Naomi’s forehead puckered at her statement.

“Didn’t you notice how she got a new man only now when it started looking like Satoru’s sure about you?” His mother might just be overthinking things but it didn’t help that the changes in her and Satoru’s relationship were almost perfectly timed with you getting a boyfriend. But what if it’s just Satoru? It could’ve been a coincidence, right?

Realizing how she was trying to convince herself in her mind, Naomi only felt worse. Maybe she really has to do something. After all, she swore to him that they can make it work. She’s not someone to just back down and give up on the one she loves when things get tough.

She’s better than you, and unlike you, she won’t run away; she’ll fight for their relationship.

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Arriving home, Yui was already wide awake. “...then, Dad will be back to buy a new cake with Yui! How’s that?” Satoru kissed her cheek as he put her down on the couch. The little girl got upset that her dad has to go so soon. She just stood there wordlessly, leaning on the couch as she refused to look at Satoru.

“It’s okay, I’ll talk to her. She’s just grumpy because her nap was disturbed.” Walking towards the little girl, you sat down and put her on your lap. “Say bye, now.” You pushed the stray hairs away from her face and Satoru can’t help but admire how much he missed just seeing the two of you waiting for him on his couch.

Yui was younger then; much smaller in your arms. And he felt like a real husband coming home to his wife and child when you’d be there, watching TV when he got home from work. It’s been more than a year now, he just thinks he’s lucky enough to still be close to you again.

You’re not as close as he wants you to be but this is more than enough for a beggar like him.

Leaning down to give your daughter a kiss, she turned away from him. “Yui, that’s not nice.” Her mouth was quivering but you know her too well. “You better go, they’re waiting for you there.” You looked at him but he only stared at you, sighing deeply. You felt like it was the hundredth time today.

He looked so worn out; like he was just ready to drop as soon as he gets these things out of his tail. You wondered if you looked like this to him back then, too. Probably not this bad because you don’t have a meddlesome mother who keeps trying to put her finger in the pie.

Before Satoru could answer, a knock on the door was heard. The door opened and a little boy holding his sippy cup stood by the doorway. Toji held the doorknob, staring at you and Satoru. What time is it? You thought. You remembered telling him that you’d be back by 4 in the afternoon. Yui was quick to jump from your lap.

“Dada! ‘Gumi! Dada! ‘Gumi!” She squealed at them and you could feel Satoru tense up beside you. She had been told by Toji about it, but hearing it from her friend isn’t helping at all. Megumi looked up at Satoru before looking at Yui. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s my name?” Toji bent down to pick her up when she kept stomping her feet and reaching up at him.

“Dada!” She laughed, before pointing at Megumi who was now taking his little bag from his father’s hand. “You’ll play later. Listen, tell your Dada what my name is.” Toji repeated just as Satoru regained his composure. “It’s alright,” He chuckled, “She probably thought you’re her Dada because you take care of her. And her mom.” You wanted to stop him, feeling bad that he had to pretend that he's cool about this.

Yui’s first word was ‘Dada’ and you could still remember how happy he was when he got her to say it before ‘Mama’. You can’t stand the thought of that memory becoming painful for him. “I gotta go, I’ll just pick her up again tomorrow.” He whispered to you, before nodding to Toji. “Bye, love. See you, tomorrow.” He waved at Yui, faking a smile before rushing to leave.

Yui waved back at him before wiggling out of Toji’s arms. She rushed to get her toys when he put her down. “She’s…she’s a kid” Biting your lip, you breathed out through your nose before walking to Toji and putting your arms around him. “Don’t run.” He called out to the children as giggled their way to Yui’s room. “I feel bad. I’m gonna talk to him later.” You mumbled.

Toji kissed your forehead before you pulled him to your room. “What’s going on?” He asked you, sitting on the bed. “Are you worried?” You asked, straddling him. “I am.” He answered, ignoring your actions. You looked up at him with a frown, remembering the misunderstanding that you had. “Why was he here?”

“Look, he just had to drop me and Yui off because his mother was in his house—” He cut you off, leaning away a bit from you. You know that you didn’t tell him that you were going to Satoru’s house with Yui because you were still upset about your argument the other day and earlier this morning.

“You told me the time but you can’t tell me where you were going?” Perplexity was clear on his face, “I didn’t want to agitate you further. I wouldn’t tell you right now if there’s another reason why I’m there except for Yui.” You tried to explain, feeling him put you beside him on the bed. “Y/N, that’s not the point.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

“Then, what is? I wasn’t planning to stay for long.” You kicked off your shoes, before turning to him. “Look, I’m sorry, ok? I just thought you were mad because of earlier.” You hugged his arm, putting your forehead on his shoulder. “And I was still upset.” Kicking his own shoes off, Toji pulled you on top of him as he leaned back on the headboard

“You have to tell me why you’re upset. It can’t be just the orange juice.” He spoke, grabbing your face as he kissed you. You moaned, breathing into him as you opened your mouth, letting his tongue find yours. His grunts sent vibrations to your core as you press yourself against him.

“Did you lock the door?” He murmured, taking off your cardigan before putting his hands on your buttocks. “Yeah, don’t worry.” You quickly took off your shirt before going back to kissing him, completely forgetting about what he was asking from you.

“As long as we can hear the laughs, they’re fine.” He chuckled, unclasping your bra before taking a nipple in his mouth. “Oh…” You moaned rubbing on his shoulders and tugging at the fabric of his sweater. His other fingers tweaked at your bud as he stared up at you, lustful eyes taking away your worries.

You really just don’t want to tell him that the mention of his wife is starting to trigger you.

Taking off the clothing, he flipped you on your back, removing your belt and jeans. His lips trailed kisses on your thighs as he go, massaging your calves before parting your legs, making you inhale sharply. “We can’t drag this long. Come here.” You giggled, ushering him to hover over you. “You know how they are…” You moaned when he started to kiss your neck.

His tongue and teeth bring pleasure and a bit of sting on your skin. “You just want it that much.” Winking at you, he discarded his remaining clothes before hovering over your womanhood. He smirked as he slid your underwear down, kissing your pearl. “Toji…” You whined, worried that this might get cut short if he doesn’t hurry.

“Alright, alright. I can’t just stick in. Let’s see…” Spreading your lips with two fingers, he eyed your heat with furrowed brows and his mouth slightly ajar, you can’t help but rock your hips against his hand, desperate for friction. Your eyes shut close when he put a finger in, slowly at first, before speeding up when he added a second one.

Toji panted, stroking his member when he felt you squeeze his digits. You’re dripping and he’s starting to ache. “Fuck.” He muttered as he leaned over to go for your lips, kissing you hard. He growled in your mouth when you whimpered as he rubbed on your pearl while massaging the sensitive spot inside you.

Pulling away when your legs started to tremble, Toji hissed as he tapped his head on the bundle of nerves before rubbing his length on your wet folds to lube himself up. “Toji, please.” You cupped your mounds, looking up at him. Seeing you like this drove him crazy, he had to hold back from just slamming himself into you.

Grabbing a pillow and putting it under your hips, Toji prodded your entrance with his tip. He opened your legs wider, taking in the sight of you being stretched and his shaft disappearing slowly until he was fully in. Leaning on the bed with one hand, he grabbed your jaw with the other and silenced your moans with his kisses.

“You can’t let them hear you.” He murmured as he clenches his jaw, pressing his nose on your cheeks and kissing it. He was moving steadily inside of you and whispering words of praises to your ear, “You take me so well now.” He teased you, groaning whenever your hole fluttered around him.

You gasped when Toji pushes your legs to your chest, pounding deeper into you as he sings your name like you do to his. His thrusts were unrelenting, merciless as he slams himself into you. Soon enough, your walls were starting to convulse and your nails were clawing on his arm.

“Come on. Let it go, hon.” You closed your eyes, feeling your chest throb at the nickname he used but the surges of pleasure that took over your senses flooded it out. Your hand covered your mouth, eyes rolling back as you writhed underneath him, coming undone with a cry of delight escaping your lips.

Your thighs trembled under his touch as he continued to rut into you, desperate for his high. “Oh fuck…Oh, Y/N.” Feeling your walls spasm and contract around him, he hurriedly pulled out and spilled his load on your womanhood. A sight to see, he thought as he watched your thighs still shaking from the pleasure.

“Wait a minute," Reaching over to your cabinet, Toji took the box of tissues before wiping you and himself clean. Hearing the jolly screams from the other room made you both laugh to yourself. "That's too quick. We gotta continue this later." He winked, throwing the tissues away before getting on the bed with you.

"Definitely." You let out a tired laugh as you put your head on his shoulder, sighing as the heavy feeling settled on top of your chest. Why did you have to remember him just from that word alone? Toji tilted your head up for a passionate kiss, blurring away the image of your ex inside your head.

“I have a request, though.” You looked down, avoiding his curious gaze. “Can you….can we not use ‘hon’?” You don’t know how weirdly you phrased the question until you looked at Toji to see him looking puzzled. “I mean…this is the first time you called me that and I’m, uh, not really comfortable with that. “

“Yeah, alright. But why?” Maybe you should’ve thought this through. You know Toji’s been getting moody whenever you two talk about anything concerning Satoru. You can’t really blame him after what happened that night. “I just… don’t feel it.” You lied, shrugging. “It’s not that bad, though. I could get used to it.” You smiled up at him, pecking his lips.

“Alright, I think I know.” He exhaled harshly, standing up from the bed to grab your clothes. Great. You just ruined the moment. “Are you mad?” You sat up, watching him get dressed. “No, I just wanna check on the kids.” He is mad. You clicked your tongue, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Babe, I just don’t want to–“

“Y/N. I said alright. I can’t do anything about it, anyway.” That doesn’t fix anything. “A lot of people use that, I just don’t get why you keep getting affected.” You stared at him, baffled. “It’s not like I want to do that. I can’t help my mind, there was a memory attached to that word.”

You stood up to get a robe, “You know that it’s not easy for me, too. I told you.” You uttered, watching his back through your vanity mirror as he stood still. “Maybe if you stop relating everything to him, then it won’t be so hard.” With that, he left the room and you don’t know if you’re hurt or just shocked that he would say something like that to you.

Because he does that to you too. And you thought that he, of all people, should understand where you’re coming from.

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Satoru slid the door open with force, seeing Naomi flinch as she was startled by the sound. “Where’s mom?” He asked, breathing hard and eager to just put an end to the craziness she was doing. “I convinced her that we’ll be fine.” She walked to him, smiling as she put her arms around his neck.

“We just need to catch up on each other, I feel like we’ve been too occupied these days.” She buried her face in the crook of his neck, kissing the skin as she rubbed his nape with a soft, delicate hand. “Yeah, we got a lot to talk about.” Satoru put a hand on the small of her back. “But first, you gotta tell me what that was about.”

“I just invited her over. I didn’t know Y/N would be here, sorry.” She sighed, before dragging him to the couch. Satoru kept thinking about the scene before he left your house. That was just a lot to take in, especially when he just fought with his mother. “I got no work tomorrow, we can stay up all night.” She giggled, taking off her cardigan.

“Let’s have a couple of drinks during dinner. I’ll cook for you.” She proposed, walking to the kitchen. Checking his phone, he found himself expecting a text from you. None. You don’t give a fuck about him. He sighed, It’s okay. As long as I can see themi, he thought. He just hoped that you’d ask how things went in his house. Or if he’s hurt about ‘Dada’ Toji. All the things he shouldn’t expect.

Guess, I’ll fucking die of jealousy, then. He clenched his teeth proceeding to his bedroom. “I’ll wash up.” He spoke to Naomi, “Go on, baby. I’ll be making dinner.” She answered, glancing his way. If she’s going to be honest, she wanted to skip the talks. The truth is Naomi’s afraid of what he’ll say if she confronts him with her real thoughts.

She could easily skip those steps, and get to her goal.

Goal? Naomi’s movements halt as she realized how she sounded. She’s not a bad person, she thought. Is she really gonna do this? “If you want to be her so much then, be happy-go-lucky and watch him dump you.” Naomi’s breath hitched when his mother’s words reverberated in her head.

She can’t lose him. Not now when they’re almost settling down. She’s not being a monster, she’s not baiting him. He’ll come to her on his own like he did before. She’s just going to make him see that she’s good for him.

Dinner time came and she prepared it more than ordinary, hoping to ignite a light in him. It’s not usual for a woman to start something like this but Naomi’s different. As she said, she’ll fight for him. “Wow, is this a date?” Satoru chuckled sitting down in front of her seat. “I just wanted to rekindle. Your mom’s right, we’re just drifting away. I can’t stand that happening.”

Walking to her chair, Naomi stopped by him and kissed his cheek. Satoru on the other hand, can’t help but feel bad. He’s sure that nothing will change even if they do this. “Try. She’s a good person.” He quickly downed a drink, letting it take your voice away. Not because he doesn’t want to listen to you, but because he’s not sure if he can do it.

The dinner went by quickly, and they were just discussing over drinks. He can’t even count how many he downed when she started talking about how you look more plump. “They might beat us in giving Yui a sibling.” She joked, laughing because she didn’t know what was in his head. “I doubt it, she wanna get married first.” He replied monotonously before opening up about his counseling sessions.

“Counselling?” She asked. The topic is incredibly close to what Satoru’s about to confess. She stared at her wide eyes as he nodded. “Were you having problems? Baby, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” Her concern was sincere and it made him feel like a villain. “I wanted to be better for Yui.” And for Y/N.

Clueless, she gave him a fond stare. “You’re a great father. Y/N knows that.” There were times during the dinner when Satoru was so close to spitting out the truth to her but the effort she put in just to make that food on the table makes him feel remorseful.

Satoru knows that it’s not right. But just for tonight, after all the months that he made him feel tranquil, he can spare her heart for a night or two. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want to break her heart. But staying would only mean that she’s never going to get what she wants and deserves.

“I’ll be brushing my teeth then, get to bed. The drink got to me.” He laughed, holding the chair as he stood up. “Thank you so much. For everything.” She came to hug him, kissing his lips as she murmured words of adoration to him. “Go ahead, you’re all red, can you walk?” She joked, before pushing him to go, “I’ll be with you in a few. I feel really sleepy now, too.”

It’s been almost half an hour. Naomi checked on Satoru to find him sleeping soundly already. Not even her slam of the door woke him up. She stared at herself in the mirror, “I’m really gonna do this.” She exhaled, closing her eyes before going walking out of the bathroom. He’s still in the same position as before.

Stepping closer, Naomi removed her silk robe, revealing her night dress. She clenched her fist tightly, before quickly releasing it just to try and get rid of the tension in her body. She sat on the bed, touching his chest and abs. Hearing him moan when she got to his lower part calmed her slightly. Just like we always do, she repeated in her head, kissing his skin.

“I’m sorry, Satoru…” She whispered one last time.

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positively-mine · 1 year ago

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You’re a girl?!

how the twst boys find out you’re a girl & their reactions

tags: afab, accidental touches

a/n: very much self indulgent BUT I COUNDNT STOP THINKING 🤔 what if because it was a boys school that they didn’t have skirts and basically Crowley just made you wear the uniform & you didn't tell anyone. Like epel and lilia’s case, they just thought you were a feminine guy (p.s I just started and I haven’t read any spoilers, except for some info from reddit so I’m very sorry if this has already been covered/ revealed) very gacha coded but PLSSSSS bear this brain rot with me

Some spoilers: until book 3

Series: ❤️ 🧡 🩵 💛 💜 💙 💚

Ace

This can go two ways. Firstly, is that he was chasing deuce or Grimm around and you happen to be walking around the corner. And BAM. You’re both on the ground with him on top of you, caging you into his arms. With both his hands conveniently placed on two lumps on your chest. It takes him a good 3 seconds of staring and squeezing before he realises what they are. What you are. Immediately feels embarrassed and starts screaming and scarmbling to get up.

Orrr he has gotten so used to coming into ramshackle house as he pleases and barges into your room without knocking. You’re both guys, so what’s the problem? Big mistake. Because you’re changing and literally only in your under garments. He’s all red and hot faced before he’s running out of your room and the house into the walkway to calm himself down.

The next time he faces you, he’s apologising while avoiding eye contact. He knows you’ve been through thick and thin together but it really did feel as though his whole world view was shattered when he found out. When he’s hanging out with you, he’s much more careful of where he places his hand and tries to look out for you. Definitely tried to act more manly as well, like when there's an overblot about to happen he either pushes you behind him or blocks you with his body..

Deuce

The way i see this going down is that he’s got his gangster mode on from whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into (or for convenience sake; the broken eggs in book 1). And he’s trying to push you away to stop you from stopping HIM from picking a fight. And something soft hits his forearm. He turns to look at you chest before he quickly realises. He’s screaming like a banshee while moving as far away as he can from you. The initial quarrel was forgotten and now his head is spinning. Thoughts like “what would my mother think if she knew what i did??”, “HES A GIRL?! I MEAN SHE” and so on. The walk back to the kitchen is so quiet that you could basically hear Grimm’s grumbling all the way from Heartsbyul kitchen. Once you arrived back at the kitchen, the guys are wondering why its so quiet between you two but pay no mind to it.

He gets awkward around you every once in a while when realises how close the two of you are but still tries to make up for it. Also becomes more diligent in trying to withhold his gangster personality. He doesn’t want to show anymore of his nasty side to you when he can show you how well he can treat you. Lest he wants to lose you to some other guys…

Trey

This one's tough. I don't know if he has sisters so let's just say that he has. He's one of the first few to realize that you're a girl, being the ever observant person that he is. He sees the pattern when you start getting a little bit more emotional than you are. Snapping at Adeuce and Grimm when you're usually much more patient, getting upset at small things or when he catches you tearing up when you talk about returning to your own world. Yeah he definitely knows.

So it's no surprise when you start to receive more baked treats from him and he's piling up all sorts of nutritious food onto your plate when you sit together. The others are wondering why he's doing that when you're capable of doing it yourself. It's only after several months of this treatment that you realize he knows that you're a girl. And when you confront him about it, "I can't help but want to take care of you when I see you".

Riddle

I like to think that you’re having tea together. He’s invited you to another one of their dorm’s many reason to have tea. Grimm and Ace are fighting for the last cookie and accidentally knock into you as you pick up your teacup. Splashing the liquid all over your dress shirt. Riddle is of course, furious. Rule #363, never spill your tea. Especially on a Tuesday. He’s screaming at them both when his eyes move to check if you’re okay. And that’s when he sees some blue peeking out at the wet area of your shirt. It takes him a quick second to march over to you and drape his blazer over you. “You should go back and change. Make sure to take a warm bath unless you want to catch a cold.” You nod at him confusedly. He watches as you make your way down the steps. He turns to the rest of the members with pink tinted cheeks. “Unfortunately this tea party will have to be cancelled,” and he quickly turns back to walk to his dorm before anyone can say anything.

The next time you see him, his cheeks are tinted pink and he’s trying very hard to not make eye contact with you. Overall, most of your relationship stays the same except that he’s inviting you over for tea more often. But this time its just the two of you. And his excuse? It changes every time. Sometimes its because he says he wants to talk about Adeuce and Grimm’s behaviour, and sometimes it’s because he wants your thoughts on which tea set is better.

Cater

For his case, it's not that he found out, rather he overheard it from a rowdy pair of first years and a cat. He was walking to his next class and about to turn around the corner when he overheard their not so very hushed conversation. His eyes widen very similarly to the saucers that they use for tea. He's kind of upset that he didn't find out himself, but learned it through someone else. Oh well. It's a win-win situation for him anyways.

So when he starts being much more clingier to you and offering to walk you to your classes do you start to get suspicious. He’s always coming over to sit together at your table and visiting you at Ramshackle more. Lounging on the beaten up sofa while you do whatever work you have to. Keeping you company for as long as he can. Or at least until Riddle calls him back or you kick him out. Whichever comes first.

Now imagine there’s a celebration of some sort and he’s excitedly running up the steps to Ramshackle to formally invite you as his date. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he smiles cheekily. And from behind him he pulls out a beautiful dress. “Will you be my date?” No misunderstanding his gestures now.

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graves4girls · 1 year ago

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Johnny x celeb reader n there’s a party for other celebs etc. and there’s a bunch of paparazzi, a day or two before Johnny n reader had a quarrel and reader shows up to the party in a revenge dress. basically giving a show for all the paparazzi while avoiding johnny

up to u on how it ends! (sorry if my request didn’t make sense😭😭)

☆ paparazzi | johnny cage

✮ wc. 1.3k ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader

lowkey wanna do a nsfw part 2 but idk i'll think abt it ⟡ be sure to check out my work on ao3 → gravesforgirls !!

He'd been pissing you off all afternoon, whining about how you shouldn't have even taken the role because your co-star was way too friendly with you. He'd spam his socials with selfies of the two of you, you'd get swarmed by paparazzi for grabbing a coffee together in between scenes, and there were even rumors floating about that you'd dropped Johnny for him. Of course, all of it was utter bullshit to stir up drama and get clicks, but you didn't think it'd get to Johnny the way it did.

"Oh, c'mon. He was all over you the whole goddamn interview!"

You roll your eyes, pressing a manicured finger to your temple. "Jesus Christ, Johnny, I'm not in the mood for this right now. You know there's nothing going on."

He huffs as you plop down on the edge of the bed to pull off your heels.

"Do I? Cause the more shit that leaks, the more it looks like there is something going on. He's always touching you and shit."

"C'mon Johnny, do you really think I'd cheat on you with some guy I met five months ago?"

He sucks his teeth, staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Y'know, I don't really know what to think right now."

You gape at him for a moment, scoffing as you stand from the bed.

"Are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you? Oh my God, you are such an asshole." You move to walk out the door.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"The guest bedroom. Come talk to me when you're done being a dick."

He's still out of the house by the time you're stepping out of the bedroom, the satin of your mini dress hugging every curve perfectly, heels clicking against the shiny tiled floor as you make your way out of the house. You knew he'd be blowing up your phone the minute he gets home and realizes you're gone, but you're too worried about getting to the party on-time to think about it too much, slipping into the sleek black limo parked in front of the house.

You walk down the moonlit street, arm locked around your co-star's as the cameras flash behind the barrier, snapping any and every angle as you wave to the crowd. You stop for a minute to scribble a couple signatures and pose for some selfies before you're escorted into the venue, giggling to the girl clinging to you as you make a bee-line for the bar. You part ways as you lean against the varnished counter, tapping your nails against the wood as you order a drink.

"Hey! I didn't know you were gonna be here!"

You turn to the voice, grinning at him as you pull him into a short hug.

"I wasn't planning on it actually, but there was a little trouble in paradise so…"

He hums softly, giving you a sympathetic nod. "You're still with Johnny?"

You swipe your drink from the counter, taking a sip as you nod. "Yeah, despite what the media thinks. God, I can't believe people actually think I'd ever cheat on him. It really pisses me off."

"Yeah, it's shit. But you're here to have a good time. C'mon."

You roll your eyes with a small laugh as he pulls you away from the bar, letting him drag you into the crowd.

You're posed for a photo op when your phone buzzes in your clutch, and you can already guess who it is as you step away to check the notification.

where are you 8:05 p.m.

You close the message with a sigh, tucking your phone away to join your friends back in the booth.

You hadn't noticed the constant buzzing of your phone as you go about the rest of the night, too busy dancing to pay attention to the device. It's only when you step away to touch up your makeup in the bathroom that you pull out your phone, sighing at the onslaught of messages that cover your lock screen.

where are you 8:35 p.m. where are you 9:03 p.m. are you still mad at me 9:42 p.m. missed call 10:01 p.m. call me 10:04 p.m. missed call 10:16 p.m. missed call 10:36 p.m. please call me 10:53 p.m. missed call 11:04 p.m. are you okay? 11:05 p.m.

You're about to turn your phone off when it buzzes again, and you huff out a small sigh as you answer the call, eyeing your nails as his voice cuts through the phone.

"Jesus Christ, why don't you answer your goddamn phone? I've been texting you all night. Where are you?"

You lean over the sink to prod at your makeup in the mirror. "Relax, babe. I was busy."

You can hear him grumble something under his breath. "Relax? My girlfriend disappears and doesn't answer the phone for four hours and I'm not supposed to get worried?" He pauses for a second. "Is that music? Where the hell are you?"

You roll your eyes, fixing your hair.

"I'm at a party, Johnny. Am I not allowed to go out alone?"

"No, I just would've liked a heads-up that you were gonna be out so I didn't freak out. Are you coming home soon?"

You hum as you think for a moment.

"Probably not, so don't wait up for me. I gotta go."

"Wait, are you–"

You hang up before he can finish his sentence, grinning at your friends as you emerge from the bathroom.

You're sat on one of the uncomfortable bar stools when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and your expression tightens as you turn around.

"What are you doing here?"

He gives you a look, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Can we talk for a second?"

You glance between your friends and his cute little frown, sighing as you slip off the stool.

"Make it quick."

He ushers you away from the crowd and out one of the back entrances, eyeing your outfit for a moment before he speaks.

"Since when do you go to these kinds of parties?"

"Since tonight. Why do you care so much that I'm here? It's not like you never go to parties." You lean back against the cool brick of the building, mirroring his posture.

"Look, if this is about last night, I'm sorry. Those stupid rumors got to me and I was being an asshole. I was planning on going out to dinner tonight actually, but obviously that fell through..." He steps closer to wrap a hand around your waist, the other tucking some hair back. "Can we just go home and go to sleep? I really don't want you to be mad at me."

You push his hand down with a small scoff, but you lean into his chest as you stare up at him. "You're so stupid. C'mere."

Your hands come up to cup the sides of his face, pressing a short kiss to his lips that he chases, pressing you against the wall as his other hand settles over your hip. Your arms curl around his neck to pull him impossibly closer, fingers combing through his short hair as he hums against your lips. He draws back for a second to run his eyes all over your figure, raising an eyebrow as you let a small grin pull at your lips.

"Where'd this pretty little thing come from?"

He leans in to drop a couple kisses to your throat, hands slipping over your hips to grab at your ass through the silky satin.

"I was saving it for a special occasion."

You tug at his hair to pull him away, sticking a quick kiss to his lips as you push a hand against his chest. "Let's get out of here before we get caught."

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thatlonelymonster · 2 years ago

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Little fights

Pairing: Lo'ak x male Metkayina reader x Aonung

Pronouns used: he/him

Words: 2k

Warnings: none

Request: “If your requests are open can I req some Aonung x male reader x Lo’ak? Any plot really, just some fluff would be nice”

"(M/n)! (M/n), over here!" What was that? My thoughts were still cloudy when I was awakened from my nap on the beach. "Oh man, just leave him, can’t you see he's sleeping?" "(M/n), look!" I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My gaze wandered over the water until I could see two figures not far away from me, to whom I could assign the voices from just now. It took me a second to get on my feet. Then I stretched briefly and patted some sand off of my tweng.

Finally, I started moving to make my way to the water. The spot where the low waves reached the beach was barely a few meters away. As the waves swept over my feet, I sighed contentedly. Feeling the coolness of the ocean on my body was one of my favorite feelings. But the quiet satisfaction did not last long when the same voice from earlier called my name again: "(M/n), look what I caught!" One of my boyfriends, Lo'ak, waved his hands excitedly in the air. His fingers were clasped around a short spear, on which a fish, a little larger than his head, was wriggling impaled. "Nice catch, love!" I closed the few steps between us and patted his shoulder with a grin. "Right?" He beamed from ear to ear. He had such a way about him, his joy was just contagious. "And Aonung made fun of me because of it!" I tried to contain myself from chuckling when I noticed the little pout that had now spread across his lips. It was clear to me that he was only looking for my confirmation with his actions. And since I knew what made him tick, I didn't want to deny him the little praise. So I just leaned over and gave him a small kiss that served its purpose and put the smile back on his pretty face. "Oh, don't hold it against him, he's just jealous because he hasn't caught anything yet." I quipped. Although I had said this quietly, a second later I heard some angry mumbling. Something about how this is not true and Lo'ak being like a baby who wouldn't even catch a tadpole.

I hadn't intended to have to start this all over again and I regretted saying anything at all. The relationship between Lo'ak and Aonung was, well, let's say more often still difficult. Before Lo'ak had joined our relationship, they had become friends to some extent, but not without constantly teasing each other. I had expected it to get better since the three of us were together, but now they were constantly arguing for my attention, which of them was better at what and more unnecessary quarrels on a toddler level. This rivalry, whether playful or not, sometimes really got on my nerves, as they were both very important to me. And I wasn't their mother to arbitrate such things all the time. Sometimes I wish that everything could just be a little more tension-free. I turned to Aonung, thinking about saying something, and couldn't decide whether to apologize to him for my comment or blame him for his. However, this decision was taken away from me when Lo'ak caught me off guard by placing his spear in the water and jumping into my arms, almost causing me to fall backwards in the process. By doing so, he was successful in drawing my attention back to him.

I put my hands around his back to hold him up. "Are you proud of me?" His gaze rested intensely on my face and he gave me an expression full of joyful anticipation. For now, I buried my face in the crook of his neck so he couldn't see my amused smile. It was mean, I knew that, but somehow Aonung wasn't entirely wrong with his words. Of course, since Lo'ak was one of the forest people, he had no practice in our hunt and had to start very small. And, of course, I didn't want to dissuade him from this progress by discouraging him. "Yes, soo proud!" I muttered, fueling his ego. Aonung snorted in exasperation. "Come on, can you even call this little thing a fish? Even a baby could catch something like that!", he said spitefully with his typical challenging grin. I had learned to just ignore his cheeky comments to Lo'ak, because when I scolded them for their little fights, both of them just ended up whining. "Oh, is that so, Aonung? You don't have to say anything, because unlike you, I actually caught something! And I'm not even from here!" He stuck his tongue out at the older boy. "Guys, please!" "He started it!", came from both of them at the same time.

As always, no one took the blame. In the end, I decided to let them discuss it when else because I couldn't bear their squabbling again. So, without further ado, I just went back towards the beach, literally running away from my problems for the moment. At least in part, because Lo'ak was still clinging to my neck and now wrapped his legs around my waist so as not to fall off due to my movement. "Hey, where are we going?" he asked, confused. "I don't know. I'll just separate you from each other until you behave appropriately for your age again." I also didn't care if Lo'ak was offended by my comment now. If he were, he would simply end up somewhere in the water. I was just fed up at the moment. However, to my surprise, he just relaxed in my arms and caressed the tattoos on my shoulders with his fingers. I waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

It wasn't until I arrived at the small cave somewhere near the beach, where we often came, that he let go of my neck and dropped on his own feet. Even though I loved carrying him around, I was glad that I didn't have to hold his weight anymore as it made walking kind of difficult. "Do we want to cook the fish for dinner?" he asked softly. The fish. "Well, did you bring it with you?" We both looked at each other in expressionless realization. "We forgot the fish." I sighed. "Then we'll just eat with the others later." He nodded. But I could see a hint of disappointment on his face. "You'll catch another one tomorrow!" He nodded again. Then he reached out to me and gave me the grasping hands movement. "Cuddle?" I asked him with my head tilted to the side. Instead of giving me an answer, he simply pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn't know why he was so needy for attention today, but of course I didn't mind. "Come on, let's make ourselves comfortable." I looked around the cave. It wasn't big, but it didn't have to be. When we first found it, we put a little effort into decorating it with leaves and laying out moss to sit on, built a small fire pit from a circle of stones and that was it. It wasn't my home, but I felt almost as at home here as I did in the village. Yet this was probably because I shared this place with my boyfriends and thus connected it with them.

I chose a large moss pillow to sit on and pulled Lo'ak by the hand towards me. As he wriggled around, trying to find a position that was comfortable for both of us, I watched him. In the end, he just rested his head on my chest and pulled his legs to him like a baby. My gaze wandered over his beautiful body. His skin tone, which had a darker shade of blue than mine, his strong but delicate hands with five beautifully long fingers, the patterns on his arms, chest, torso and legs, and actually all over his body, his thin forest tail, which probably made swimming much more difficult. He wasn't just special because he looked different from my people. He was also unique in his own way. "What is it?" I looked down and saw him staring at me with his big yellow orbs. It just looked indescribably adorable. "Nothing. You're just unbelievably beautiful." I gave him a warm smile. A dark purple blush crept onto his cheeks and he quickly hid them in his hands. "Don't just say something like that, skxawng!" His embarrassment made me laugh. "And you don't hide your cute face!" Carefully, I grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. His pupils were slightly dilated and his face still had a soft shade of purple. This sight made my face heat up as well. Without taking my eyes off him, I intertwined my fingers with his.

"Wow, now you're even cuddling without me. Lo'ak jumped when we suddenly heard a voice in the entrance of the cave. I laughed at his startled expression. Then I turned to the figure that was now approaching. The beautiful figure of my other boyfriend. He gave us a hurt look. So sad and genuine-looking that it would have convinced me if I hadn't known him so well. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was holding something in his hands. Could that... "You brought the fish!" Lo'ak exclaimed happily. "Yes, but I'm not giving it to you since you're shutting me out like that." Lo'ak's happy expression turned into a guilty one. "Aonung, don't tease him like that!" He huffed. "Don't tease him like that!" he imitated me in a silly voice. "Why are you babying him all day?" I stared at him and he held my gaze. "Are you actually jealous?" I asked incredulously as I slowly saw through him. "No." It sounded more like a question than an answer. That would probably never change. Why did he always want to play tough and cool to hide the fact that he needed something? No matter if it was help or attention. He never asked for it and for years I noticed how he suffered in silence when he was struggling with something. This thought made me a little sad. Not only did he think he had to behave this way, he also acted like that in front of me as if I hadn't known him all his life. I had been his friend all these years, and not so long ago I become his boyfriend. "(M/n)?"

Yeah, maybe I had stared at him for too long. "Come here, darling." I opened one arm for him while holding Lo'ak's hand with the other. He still pretended to weigh whether or not to do it, but the next second, he put the spear with the fish on it down and got on his knees to crawl up to me and curl up next to Lo'ak in my arm. "We would never leave you out, you know that, right?" I asked him, gently stroking his head with my hand. He closed his eyes and kept silent. I sighed. "I love you so much. Both of you. Can't you imagine how hard it is for me to see you arguing all the time? I know you don't hate each other and I don't want to choose between the two of you. Moments like this are just too precious. Don't you prefer that to arguing?" They were both quiet, probably too proud to say anything. "I'm sorry I made fun of your hunting skills, Lo'ak." Aonung spoke under his breath. Lo'ak turned his gaze to him. "I'm sorry I stuck my tongue out at you and mocked you for not catching anything. I know you're a great hunter!" The words of the two almost melted my heart. "(M/n), are you crying?" "No!" Suddenly, they both laughed together. "You two are impossible!" I said, giggling and shaking my head. "I know, I know." Aonung snickered. We stayed like this for a few more minutes, then the older one shifted in my arms. "As much as I enjoy this, can we get up and make a fire now? It's getting dark and I'm really hungry!"

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embarrassing-text · 2 months ago

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The silence between us, part one

Words have lost their meaning, and now every gesture is filled with more than their quarrels could ever convey.

sub!Draco Malfoy x dom!gn!reader

only 18+, story with a plot, obscenity, can be read as cock or strap, pet names, male masturbation, thigh riding, sextoys

word count: 5k

At Hogwarts, there is a special bathroom used exclusively by prefects and Quidditch team captains, located on the fifth floor. It's a magnificent place made of white marble, with enchanted water, and around the edges, nearly a hundred golden faucets pour out water with various bath foams, providing relaxation. There's also a diving board that captains were particularly fond of. The room is softly lit by a splendid chandelier hanging from the ceiling, adorned with burning candles. A beautiful stained glass window offers a view of a blonde mermaid sitting on a rock.

But sometimes you have to be wary of Moaning Myrtle, she loves spying on handsome boys when they least expect it. Right now, there's only one person in the room, trying to relax sore muscles after an exhausting week, with only the hot water capable of soothing them. Lying amidst blue bubbles, thinking about the passing time, they faintly hear someone trying to open the door. The voice uttering the password is unmistakable — Draco Malfoy, their current partner.

“Knew I’d find you here,” Draco said, approaching the edge of the bath, which could easily be called a pool.

“Why were you looking for me?” I ask. We didn’t have any meetings planned for the next few hours, so I don’t understand why he needed me, even coming to the bathroom.

“Do I need a special reason to spend time with you?” Draco responded a bit arrogantly, starting to discard his clothes and gradually sinking into the water. I watch him closely, studying his expressions, but then he says something unexpected:

“We haven’t been together for a while... I missed you,” he admitted reluctantly, avoiding my gaze.

But those words linger in my mind—perhaps it’s just my imagination, a result of staying in the hot water too long. He’s never been this candid before.

I immediately recall my early interactions with him; they were always filled with contradictions and unpleasant episodes, but who could’ve guessed that things would take such a different turn now?

From the very first day, we crossed paths with an unpleasant regularity. With his haughty smirk, cultivated in him for years, he always had to mock my appearance. It was minor, but that’s how years of conflict began. He was someone I tried hard to avoid, but it was almost impossible—Hogwarts was too small for those wanting to hide.

Another one of his sarcastic remarks during class led to yet another ridiculous argument. He always tried to make me look foolish in front of others, and I couldn’t allow him that luxury.

By the fifth year, I no longer saw Draco as an enemy, though our relationship remained cold, not outright hostile. I had new interests, and I began paying attention to other people. My ambiguous relationships with some classmates sparked many rumors, but I didn’t mind—let everyone think what they wanted. I had the choice to take a different path. As for Malfoy? I was sure he would continue his arrogant game until graduation.

But one evening, coming back from the library late, I saw Draco sitting alone on one of the courtyard benches. His entire demeanor screamed that he was broken and lost; his usually cold, confident face now overshadowed by worry. This wasn’t the Draco Malfoy I was used to seeing, and it caught my attention. More out of curiosity than a desire to help, I decided to approach.

“Malfoy, are you alright?” I asked, trying to sound indifferent, but my concern was probably too obvious.

He looked up at me, and in his eyes, I saw something I hadn’t before—pain. He quickly turned away, as if ashamed that someone had caught him like this.

“None of your business,” he muttered, but the sharpness in his voice was gone.

I sighed, deciding I couldn’t just walk away.

“I know it’s not,” I said, trying to draw his attention. “But sometimes, it’s better to talk about it.”

He was silent for a long time, and I thought it might be better to leave, but then I heard a quiet question:

“Have you ever felt... completely useless?”

Those words hung in the air. Suddenly, the Draco Malfoy I had considered my opposite appeared surprisingly human. That evening, we talked for a long time. I learned about his anxieties, his parents, and how tired he was of living up to their expectations. It was the beginning of something new. We started seeing each other more often, though we kept our meetings secret. Draco didn’t want anyone to know about our friendship, and honestly, I wasn’t ready to talk about it either.

Over time, I noticed that my relationships with others started to bother Draco. He became increasingly irritable whenever I mentioned someone I spent time with. During one of our secret conversations in an abandoned classroom, he finally snapped.

“Why do you waste your time on them?” he blurted, trying to mask his jealousy with a cold tone.

I snorted, not understanding his aggression. “Who? What are you even talking about?”

“You know who I’m talking about,” he retorted sharply. “You’re constantly flirting, helping, or spending time with all these people. They mean nothing to you, so why bother?”

I was struck by his sudden outburst, realizing how much it mattered to him who I spent time with.

“I don’t owe you any explanations, Draco,” I said calmly, though I was starting to get angry inside. Why did he care about what I did and with whom? “It’s my life, and I can do what I want.”

“Damn it, you really don’t get it, do you?” His voice broke, and there was something in it that made me fall silent.

I looked at him, trying to understand what lay behind his words. The person I had always seen as an arrogant snob was revealing a new side, a spark of possessiveness that he could no longer hide—how long had it been there?

“I don’t want to be just a friend,” he whispered, lowering his gaze. “It kills me to see others around you when you should be with me.”

Those words knocked all other thoughts from my mind. I was ready for anything but this—for a confession of feelings. We stood opposite each other in the empty classroom, and the silence between us was deafening. Words swirled in my head, but they got stuck in my throat—I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. The situation was unpredictable, beyond anything I had considered possible.

“Just think about it,” he added quickly, stepping back as if afraid of his sudden honesty, and then he fled the room.

Several days passed before we spoke again. So much had changed—the old hatred, the arguments, the clashes had been replaced by heartfelt conversations. As I reflected on how much his opinion and presence mattered to me, I began to miss our old talks. When we finally met again, in the same abandoned classroom, I could see how nervous he was, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of indifference. But I knew him too well.

“I’ve thought about what you said,” I began before he could say anything.

“And...?” His voice was tense; he didn’t want to show how much my response meant to him.

“Maybe... I also don’t want this to be just friendship.”

I saw surprise flash in his eyes, but it quickly turned to relief and, perhaps, happiness—though he didn’t want to show it too openly.

“So what now?” He cleared his throat.

“Now...” I said, stepping forward and closing the distance between us, “...we see where this goes.”

I leaned in, gently brushing my lips against his as if asking for permission. He closed his eyes, and I could see a blush on his cheeks. I felt his breath catch and then heard his heartbeat quicken. I deepened the kiss cautiously, so as not to scare him, but he still flinched slightly—yet he didn’t pull away. Our lips moved in sync, his hands gently touching my shoulders, moving up to my neck, as if he was trying to understand this new sensation.

It truly was a strange beginning, but if I had the chance to go back, I would definitely walk that path again just to be here now, in the bathroom, watching Draco, seeing how the water shimmers as it touches his blond hair, glowing in the dim candlelight. He looks so natural among the hundreds of blue bubbles that it makes me question whether a world exists outside of this room.

“I missed you too,” I quietly said.

Malfoy smiles slightly, slowly reaching out to touch my cheek. The water is a silent witness to this scene, not just a place for relaxation but an arena where a game of power and desire unfolds. Draco, immersed in this atmosphere, waits for a response, both vulnerable and excited.

“And what are you going to do next, Draco?” I ask with a tone full of authority, slowly pulling him closer. The water runs down our skin, but it's you who controls this moment. He obeys, hungrily catching my gaze, and the tension subtly builds.

“Do it yourself,” I say, adding a hint of playful cruelty to the words.

Draco throws a glance filled with challenge, but when he fully grasps the meaning of the phrase, a shy smile creeps onto his lips. He’s used to his partner often being in control, but this suggestion still catches him off guard.

“Myself?” he repeats, trying to mask his uncertainty with his usual arrogant facade. The idea of being the bottom already embarrasses him, and now he's being asked to take it further, to do it all on his own, under my watchful eye. Thoughts raced through his head, but none gave him a clear answer on what to do.

“Yes, show me how much you missed me,” the voice responding is calm but authoritative, leaving no room for doubt.

Draco takes a deep breath, trying to steady the tremble in his hands, and slowly reaches for his own body. He had never allowed himself to be this vulnerable, this open with anyone else before. The soapy water still washed over him, flowing across his skin, but it now seemed insignificant. The thought that you wouldn’t take your eyes off him dissolved in the overwhelming noise of his own emotions. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the idea of being completely exposed, fully, with every movement watched and studied, only heightened his arousal. His mind demanded that he show everything he was capable of, to allow himself to be seen the way he wanted to be seen.

He slowly ran his fingers along his skin, sliding his hand down his body, across his stomach, lower still, and with every touch, his heart pounded harder. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the moment. The water surrounding him felt warm, but it couldn’t compare to the heat burning inside him. He began moving his hand, up and down, once more up and down, almost experimentally, as if rediscovering himself. The mounting tension, the changing rhythm, cost him effort, but rather than stopping, he only quickened the pace.

Stifling a moan that threatened to escape was nearly impossible; his breathing grew more erratic, and his body responded to every touch. Feeling the gaze locked on him only intensified his excitement. Draco wanted not only to please himself but also to give the observer a good show, to make sure they enjoyed this moment as much as he did.

With each passing moment, the pace of his movements quickened. His hand gliding along his shaft left a trail of fire behind, burning him from the inside out, immersing him in this feeling, making him forget everything but his desire and what was about to happen.

The person sitting nearby had always been with him—in body, in thoughts, in dreams.

He would never forget that day during their first year when he noticed him for the first time. At the very beginning of their time at Hogwarts, everything around them seemed new and unfamiliar. Draco, following his father’s teachings, had been trying to assert his superiority from the start. But when he saw him in the corridor that day, something inside him shifted. This person was different, not like the others who cared only about family name and blood status. He stood out, though Draco couldn’t pinpoint how exactly, but he felt it deeply.

Draco didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, choosing instead a more familiar path—mocking, nitpicking about his appearance, his manners. That’s how Draco had learned to deal with those who threatened his sense of superiority.

“Do you really think you’ll achieve anything at Hogwarts looking like that?” Draco sneered as he passed him in the corridor. His reaction was subtle, but Draco could sense that it wasn’t weakness like in others—rather, it was indifference to his words, which only made Draco angrier.

From that moment, their relationship took on a strange dynamic. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this person looked at him differently than everyone else, and the more Draco tried to push him away, the deeper he got entangled in these contradictions. As their time at school progressed, their paths crossed more often, and every time Draco saw him, a wave of strange emotions surged within him—irritation, anger, and something else that he couldn’t identify. But he knew that this person didn’t have warm feelings for him either. They constantly argued, clashing over the smallest things, as if both were trying to prove something important to each other.

On one hand, Draco recognized him as a worthy rival, deserving of his attention. But on the other hand, the way this person always threw him off balance, and how Draco could never win their verbal sparring, made him seek more reasons for their confrontations.

But by the fifth year, something had changed. His presence no longer stirred the intense emotions it once did. They still exchanged sharp remarks, but Draco sensed that their hostility had become more...pretend, somehow. He saw how this person attracted attention, chatting with everyone he met, and his interactions with their classmates started to annoy Draco for some reason.

Draco convinced himself it was just jealousy of his success, of his ability to make friends so easily. But the more he watched him, the more something else grew inside him. Then, that evening happened. Draco felt broken inside, his insides twisted with anxiety, and no one cared about what was going on in his life. And then he appeared.

“Malfoy, are you alright?” There wasn’t a hint of mockery in his voice, as Draco had expected, only concern. Draco wanted to brush him off, but instead, he opened up. That conversation was unexpected for both of them. Draco felt the armor he had carefully built over the years start to crack—because of him. After that, they started meeting sometimes in an abandoned classroom. It was a place where no one could see them. He didn’t laugh at Draco, didn’t ask unnecessary questions; they just talked, sometimes about trivial things, sometimes about serious ones. Gradually, Draco started to trust him, which was strange—that someone could see him for who he truly was, not the person he had become in the eyes of others.

For a long time, Draco didn’t understand what was changing in his feelings toward him, until one moment, when he mentioned he had spent time with one of their classmates, and something inside Draco snapped. Jealousy—that’s what it was. He didn’t want to know, and certainly didn’t want to see, how and when he had fun with someone else, that he was interacting with others the same way they did, turning his attention to others. The more Draco thought about it, the clearer it became—he didn’t want to be just his friend.

“Why do you waste your time on them?” he couldn’t hold back one day, barely containing his anger. It came out harsher than he intended. He hadn’t even planned to tell the truth, but everything—fear, jealousy, desire—had become tangled. Only when he admitted it out loud did Draco realize things had gone too far.

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I hate seeing others around you when you should be with me.”

And unable to handle the emotional pressure, he ran. After that, he started avoiding him, afraid of hearing an answer, especially a negative one. Draco felt weaker than he ever had before. When they met again later, Draco was on edge, bracing for rejection, thinking he might be mocked. But his response shook him.

“I’ve thought about what you said,” he began, and Draco’s heart raced faster. “And I realized that maybe I don’t want this to be just friendship either.”

A sigh of relief, mixed with joy, escaped Draco, but it was soon followed by a new question—what now? What was the next step?

“Now...” he stepped closer, and Draco felt his presence in a way he never had before, “...we’ll see where this goes.”

Standing face to face with him, Draco saw their faces were now so close. He had never imagined that such a moment could become so important to him, but now it felt like his entire world had narrowed down to this one person in front of him. He didn’t know what to do, how to react, but his body acted on its own, in the moment when something soft and warm touched his lips and his own pressed harder. His breath caught, and his heart pounded so fast, it hurt in his chest. Closing his eyes and surrendering to the moment, it was a new, unknown sensation.

As the kiss deepened, his legs grew weak, the ground felt like it was slipping away, and his hands instinctively reached up, searching for support. He tried to understand what exactly he was feeling, but his thoughts were too scattered. Despite the slight tremor in his hands, he kept holding onto his lover’s shoulders, wanting to be even closer. His lips tried to mirror the other’s movements, and his body responded, demanding more. He realized that he had never felt anything like this before, and this kiss would leave an indelible mark on his memory.

Memories flashed before his eyes, and the scene of their first kiss reminded him of how much he had wanted more. Now, fueled by that desire, he allowed himself to imagine how that scene could have unfolded, and as the tension became almost unbearable, he longed to completely lose himself in the ecstasy.

But he didn’t stop there—his body craved more. Draco carefully began preparing himself for the next step. While one hand stimulated his cock, his other hand slid lower, fingers plunging and stretching himself. These intimate, obscene movements were yet another step toward surrendering to his partner’s hands. His breathing became rapid, and he could no longer suppress the moans that escaped on their own, each new sound a reflection of his growing desire.

Draco knew the person watching him was already highly aroused, feeling their gaze burn into him, eager to see what came next. He had to show just how far he was willing to go for this moment. When he was ready to move to the next stage, Draco opened his eyes, meeting his lover’s gaze—there was no more shame, no awkwardness, only deep, all-consuming desire. No longer hiding his moans, he felt the tension inside him reach its peak, his body ready to give in to the wave of pleasure—when suddenly, another hand interrupted his release. He barely had time to process what was happening before that hand gripped the base of his throbbing cock, cutting off the path to his climax. A moan of frustration broke from his lips, full of disappointment and an unspoken plea to continue. Glancing over, he saw the other’s eyes filled with determination to push the moment to perfection—but on their terms.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” they said, drawing their wand and, with a small flick, summoning a tiny but significant object—a ring. Draco knew that ring all too well, and just the thought of it being placed on him again made his heart skip a beat, but not from excitement—rather, from an internal protest.

The ring slid onto the base of his cock, trapping his erection in an unrelenting grip. Draco clenched his teeth, feeling its merciless tightness, holding him on the edge but not allowing him to finish. The sensation of his body begging for release while that small symbol of control denied him was both unbearable and perversely exhilarating.

“This is an attack on my pride, on my dignity,” flashed through his mind, a dull sense of indignation rising within him. Draco had always prided himself on his strength, but this ring challenged everything he thought he knew about himself. Yet at the same time, his partner—who knew him better than anyone—believed this was necessary. Perhaps it was a lesson, or a test, or simply a desire to see him in this helpless, submissive state.

He could have resisted, protested, but he didn’t. Deep down, Draco trusted his lover and allowed them to take the lead as they saw fit, even if it meant letting go of his pride.

“You’ll get through this,” they whispered softly, kissing him on the cheek. Their voice was filled with confidence and quiet encouragement. “But for now, I want you to focus on something more interesting than sulking over the ring.”

Hiding his dissatisfaction, Draco shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust to the painful state of arousal, striving to maintain his composure. He focused on his lover’s words as they stood up, sitting on the edge of the bath and spreading their legs wider to give him better access.

“Why don’t you work here?” they suggested with a gentle nudge, leading him to a new task—pleasuring the one who was now the master of this scene. Nervously licking his lips, Draco slowly lowered himself, already knowing what he had to do, knowing that only he could enjoy this—and just the thought reignited the fire within him.

He pressed his lips to the sensitive skin, gently at first, then sliding his tongue over the surface, tasting what was so familiar to him. He teased with the tip of his tongue, savoring every response he heard in return. This wasn’t just submission or following orders—it was his own desire, his way of reclaiming some control, even in how he could bring his partner to orgasm.

“That’s right, Draco… you’re doing so well… keep going,” came a quiet, muffled moan, a heavenly sound to Draco’s ears. It made him eager to continue without stopping for a second.

Growing more confident, he worked his tongue, sucking, drawing out every new moan that only fueled his desire to keep going. He could feel the other’s control slipping as they gasped for breath, using his fingers to add even more contact, wanting to hear even more.

Draco knew he was on the right track when he heard the uneven breathing, plunging deeper, fully giving himself to his partner, while never forgetting that he too wanted not just to give pleasure but to receive it in return. The taste, the sounds, the sensations all merged into one, and Draco, the only one who could bring such pleasure, felt it was his privilege and his reward. He wasn’t about to miss a thing. He wanted to cum himself, but instead, he tasted only his lover’s orgasm, which coated his tongue as he licked it clean, reminding him just how far he was from his own release. That damned ring held him in place, forcing him to seek any small chance to free himself from its grip, but it held firm, driving him to the edge and each attempt at friction only brought more frustration.

Draco’s moans turned into quiet pleas. He could no longer hide his desire, and the words slipped from his lips:

“Take it off… please… take it off…” His voice was hoarse, filled with desperation. But the answer remained unchanged—no one intended to grant that request. Instead, with a small flick of the wand, his partner summoned a small bottle of lube, which appeared in their hand like a magic solution to all his problems. Draco looked at it, and his heart raced faster, this time from the embarrassment that flooded his cheeks with a bright blush.

“You’re a big boy today, aren’t you?” his partner teased playfully, handing him the lube. “Show me how you’ll handle this.”

Accepting the inevitable, Draco took the bottle with trembling hands. He slowly squeezed some of the slippery liquid onto his fingers, feeling its slick texture, and began preparing himself and his partner, sliding it across his own skin, trying to delay the moment when he’d have to go further.

Once his body was ready, he carefully, holding his breath, began lowering himself onto his partner. The depth was overwhelming, and at first, Draco felt a pain shooting through his body, as if he were being torn apart. He gritted his teeth, trying not to let his feelings show, but the look in his partner’s eyes was full of understanding and care.

“Try a different angle—it’ll hurt less,” they gently suggested, guiding him carefully, helping him find the right position.

Following the advice, he felt the tension ease slightly, his body starting to accept his partner more easily. The pain gave way to other sensations, and a sense of fullness spread through his entire being. He began to move, slowly at first, cautiously, but each new thrust brought the closeness he had craved so much.

Hands gently held his hips, helping him move, ensuring he didn’t lose the rhythm. That touch, full of care and desire, gave Draco confidence, and he began to speed up, finding the rhythm that brought him the most pleasure.

But despite this, the ring continued to hold him back, denying him the release he desperately sought. It was torturous but at the same time exhilarating—each new movement only stoked his desire further. Draco wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but instead, he kept moving, trying to deal with his condition, searching for some solace amidst it all.

“Keep going… you’re doing so well, big boy,” a voice whispered, full of admiration and quiet joy. Those words made Draco blush again, but this time, he didn’t hide his pleasure. His body responded to every movement, echoing each thrust, merging with his partner in a shared rhythm. He moved faster, bringing more pleasure to both of them, and even though his own release remained out of reach, he knew he was doing everything right. And that was what mattered most to him—he belonged here completely.

As the tension inside him built to a fever pitch, Draco trembled, his mind almost shutting down. He was on the edge, at the very brink, and it was obvious to both of them. They both knew he was ready, his erection demanding an escape that wasn’t allowed. But now, with his lover also on the verge, as their movements grew more frantic and desperate, the ring was finally removed.

“Let’s cum together,” whispered a deep, passion-filled voice beneath him.

Barely able to process the words, Draco felt his hips lifted, and as his lover bent their knees for stability, they began thrusting into him fast and hard. It took Draco by surprise, and loud moans and gasps tore from his throat. His body arched, hands pressed against his lover’s chest, trying to find some support in this whirlwind of sensations, but every new thrust shattered the last of his self-control. He tried to hold off his orgasm, but without the restricting ring, it was impossible.

Barely able to speak, with ragged breath and a heart pounding desperately against his ribs, Draco managed to utter:

“Oh Merlin,” Draco gasped. “I’m so close… right now…” a voice full of despair and pleading, he only managed to warn that he was about to, no longer controlling himself, especially when he was pushed especially deeply, just along a bundle of nerves, which led him to ecstasy and feeling that the tension was reaching its peak, made his body vibrate, from touching a sensitive point. The orgasm covered him completely, and he was finally able to calmly, while releasing a stream of semen that did not end in any way, as if it wanted to empty everything that had accumulated in him over a long and painful time.

Completely lost in this ecstasy, with an empty mind, his body poured everywhere, on himself, on his partner's stomach, on the marble floor below them. As the last waves of discharge passed through him, he felt the world around him slowly begin to return to his consciousness.

As soon as he came to his senses, he saw that everything was stained with a milky-viscous liquid, embarrassment instantly overwhelmed him, flooding his face with color. It was unexpected and powerful that he couldn't believe it had happened to him, it hadn't happened before.

"I didn't want to... I'm sorry..." whispered Draco, in a voice full of shame, he didn't know how else to justify himself. "I didn't know this would happen..."

But before he could say anything else, they gently pulled him into his arms and kissed him on the lips without saying a word. Gentle and comforting, which instantly calmed Draco.

"It's okay, calm down," pulling away for a while so that their eyes meet. "You were beautiful. Everything that happened was... magnificent"

These words, dispelling the remnants of embarrassment, he exhaled deeply, allowing himself to relax again in the arms of the partner who stayed with him, supporting him.

"Do you really think so?" he asked quietly, still embarrassed but already calm.

"Yes, I want you to know that you're incredible," her lips touching him again

Those words were like a balm to Draco's soul, nodding quietly and accepting them, allowing himself to believe that everything was really perfect. In spite of everything, he was happy now, in this embrace, with this man.

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fortune-fool02 · 2 years ago

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Pollito

Luis Serra x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Ok, Im latino, and in my family and with a lot of my friends we use pollito as a term of endearment but some people who aren't aware of that take offense because it means little chicken. Could we have a Luis x reader where he keeps calling them pollito and they get upset because they think he's trying to insult them and they have a whole moment where he explains that not what he means by it<3

Warning: No Spoiler for RE 4 Remake. Fluff.

I love this so much, it's so cute!

Thank you and please enjoy.

Looking back on this, there was a few questions that bounced around in [Name]'s head. Why did those people want Ashley so badly? What was their plan with this cursed parasite? But most of all: What the Hell was she doing here?

She was a researcher, brought on this mission to help Leon to learn more about potential dangerous pathogens and B.O.Ws, to gather intel and information. She had hardly ever been out in the field like Leon had. So, why on Earth was she standing in the middle of a plague-riddled island with a gun? Taking a moment, [Name] leaned against the building wall, her breathing rapid and sharp, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Leon, however, appeared unfazed as he checked over his ammo and reloaded his gun. Fear rushed along her body, sapping away her energy though she kept going. She had to, for Ashley and Leon. It gripped at her from the moment they encountered those infected people, the savage looks in their eyes, how they held no quarrel with charging weapons at them. Any attempt at reasoning with them was useless.

Still, [Name] tried her best to stand her ground. Even when Leon told her to move back and leave it to him to handle. She was dead-weight at this point. Thankfully, they weren't alone in their little quest.

Luis was a character indeed. A man riddled with a mysterious aura that only peaked her curiosity. Sweet flirtations spilling from his lips when it wasn't a witty quip or comment. The man was also a researcher, like her. Yet he held a bravery to him also, holding his ground against the infected. If he could do it, why couldn't she?

"Wooh! That was something, eh?" Luis smiled, spinning his gun a little before returning it to its holster. Pulling a tissue out, he wiped away the splatters of blood off his face before tossing it away. He leaned up against one of the crates that was spared from Leon's little rampage of destroying some to snatch potential bullets laying about.

"Yeah. Sure." [Name] hummed, trying to shake off the lingering panic. An axe had been launched at her head, missing her by inches as it embedded into the wall beside her head. At that point, she just froze. Luis having to step in to finish off the infected man before he launched another. Never in her entirely life had she had a close brush with death like that. Even when handling pathogens and experimentations, there were safety precautions put in place, ways to ensure the minimum risk of danger. Out here, there was no such thing.

"Oh, come on, pollito, give me a smile." Pollito? She knew some basics of the language to know what it meant. [Name] knew she wasn't the bravest but this was her first time in a situation as dire as this. She wasn't that bad of a coward to be called a chicken, was she? Embarrassment coiled inside her, chocking out the fear and clotting up in its place.

Her eyes tore away from Luis and looked down, pulling out some green and red herbs they got earlier, crushing them up to combine them together into a vial. They had shown to have some unique properties regarding healing, and often were of great use to them. She shuffled over to Leon and set the vial beside him without a word and turned to the small map they had, outlining the island and isolated sections.

They had to cross the lake still, now that they had the fuel for it. Luis having been trying to speak to her only to receive dry, short responses, if not a hum of some degree. Confusion painted his face at her sudden silent treatment. Leon told them to quickly check the surrounding shacks for supplies while he got the boat ready.

[Name] forced open some boxes and picked up any loose bullets or herbs that she found. The door to the small shack softly thudded as Luis stood there, his grey eyes locked onto her, swirling with a mix of concern and confusion.

"[Name], what's the matter? You've been awfully quiet." His question was only responded by a plain "nothing", that didn't satisfy his question at all. He walked over to her, closing the distance between them and had her look at him. "Tell me the truth, pollito."

Another wave of humiliation hit her and she could feel the light sting of tears threatening to build up behind her eyes. She couldn't cry now. "Look, I try my best here. I'm not used to this shit, those things out there! I'm a researcher who spent most of my career behind a desk or counter, not out in the field surrounded by murdererous madmen!"

Luis looked at her, listening to her pour out the built up concerns and worries. "So, I'm sorry that I'm a chicken but you have to get it." A moment passed before Luis softly chuckled at this. His warm smile lifting his face.

"[Name], pollito is a term of endearment for my family. We use it as a pet name or nickname, I'm not insulting you." He leaned against the table a bit, resting his weight. "I never once insulted your bravery. If anything, it's impressive."

His words cut through her, filling her chest with a pleasant comforting warmth, purging away the humiliation pestering her but moments ago. Luis smiled at her, noting her shoulders relax slightly as she took in what he said. He wasn't insulting her. He was just calling her a pet name.

"....oh." That was all she could say. She did feel a little silly now. Luis simply walked over and gently tilted her head up to him, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

"Do you think you can give me a smile, pollito?" He hummed. [Name] lifted her lips, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, there we go."

#luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis serra #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil luis #resident evil luis serra

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azaisya · 4 months ago

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in which i get enough of my curufinrod thoughts together to write 1k words about it. featuring the aftermath of the messiest breakup ever, finrod's inability to be chill about the bëorians, and curufin's inability to be chill. [ao3]

The door to the King’s chambers yielded before his hand as easily as it ever had, and Curufin’s voice filled the familiar space like the cracking of ice beneath their feet. “Art thou mad?”

Finrod’s answering laugh was fey and wild. His temper was still upon him, his mind closed, and the light in his eyes was the light of the King of Nargothrond, for all that the silver crown gleamed not at his brow. “I? ‘Tis the madness of thine own tongue, Curufinwë, that has turned our people’s hearts against my hopes. If I am mad, it is only because thou hast left me no other path.”

They were alone. Finrod had sent his meager ten with Beren to prepare. Curufin closed the distance between them, kicking aside supplies half-packed, unflinching from the anger in those grey eyes. “Thou let’st thy fondness for the Secondborn blind thee to what is before thy nose.”

Felagund did not back away, though their faces were close enough that their breath mingled between them. His lip curled into a snarl, canines flashing in the candlelight. “Thou hast spoken enough already! Insult me again, and thou wilt not have the chance to do so a third time.”

[keep reading on ao3]

Curufin’s fury kindled, but he kept his mien cold and still with his will alone. How many times must he be reminded that he was the lesser, that their long years of closeness, their youth together, their quarrels and love, were nothing compared to Felagund’s infatuation with these mortals and their mayfly-quick lives. For the briefest of heartbeats, further poison gathered on the tip of his tongue. In his mind’s eye, he saw Felagund pushed further into wrath, saw the wild flame of his eyes. Would he draw his blade, as Fëanor once had against Fingolfin? Or would he close his bare hands about Curufin’s throat?

Felagund so loved to pretend at placidity, at gentleness, but his anger slumbered ever beneath those still waters. It shone, as bright as the summer blaze of his joy, and it was real. Curufin loved Finrod most when he was real.

The temptation was there. Curufin knew he could do it. But he did not insult Beren, or Barahir, or even Bëor. He said, cool, “Thou knowest that this was ever a fool’s journey, even hadst thou managed to rouse an army. The gates of Morgoth will not yield before the likes of thee.”

“Perhaps!” Felagund’s voice was sweet with rage. “But now we shall never know.”

Curufin’s eyes narrowed. “Thou wilt walk into doom for some mortal’s flight of passion, for Thingol’s whim?”

The back of Felagund’s fingers brushed, feather soft, against Curufin’s cheek. The touch was alight with the memory of thousands of other caresses, alive with the danger between them. His grey eyes were full of something unspeakable. “Wilt thou grieve for me, Curvo?”

It was the last thing that Curufin had expected. He flinched backwards, his mind unfurling, and beneath his anger his terror was laid bare.

“Ah,” Felagund said, the barest exhale. Gone was the might and majesty of the King, and in his absence there was only Finrod, small and pained and full of sorrow. “Thou wilt.”

“I’ve no desire to,” Curufin hissed. It did not matter whether he was met with softness or hardness; he could do nothing but arm himself with knives. “I desire naught but for thee to come to thy senses and abandon this futile quest.”

Finrod did not snap back. It would’ve been better if he had. He laughed, the sound soft and bitter and private. “I see! I had thought— Well, it does not matter what I had thought. Thy schemes have done naught but set my doom in stone, Curvo mine.”

The terrible thing was the way his small-name sounded on Finrod’s tongue: as tender as the press of lips against his neck, as solemn as the light of stars reflected in grey eyes, as laden with love as it ever was.

Curufin, rather abruptly, was forced to realize two things: Finrod did not love anything by halves, even now, and the love did not matter.

Perhaps he should’ve realized that long ago.

“There is nothing I can say to change thy mind,” Curufin murmured, before he could think better of it. Unable to meet Finrod’s eyes any longer, he looked at the supplies scattered about the bed, the floor. He had not packed enough food.

“There never was.” Gentle, gentle, as ever. From Curufin, it would’ve been a blade sharp enough to pierce the heart. From Finrod, it was just the truth. “I swore an oath to Barahir and his kin—”

Curufin’s hands fisted beneath his sleeves. “Do not speak to me of oaths.”

“—but I need no oath to compel me to Beren son of Barahir. I am bound to the House of Bëor by my own will.” The weight of Finrod’s gaze was a nearly physical thing, prickling across Curufin’s skin and sending shivers down his spine. He still did not look up.

Finrod resumed his packing, haphazardly throwing things into his bag. One of his men would need to repack it for him. Curufin watched the quicksilver grace of his movements, the careless turn of his head. It should’ve been insulting, that Finrod thought so little of Curufin’s danger that he paid him no heed. But perhaps they simply knew each other too well for that.

“I will not guard thy crown for you,” Curufin said, “Thou art dooming thyself and thy kingdom both.”

“Nargothrond is strong, when she is not sipping from thy cup of lies,” Finrod replied, and there, like the sun between clouds, was the splintered remnant of his anger. It was a weak thing now, muted by the helplessness between them, but not dead yet. “I’ve faith enough in Orodreth.”

Curufin sneered. “Yet more madness.”

“It is done, Curvo. There is no path for me but forward.”

There are many more paths than forward for thee, Curufin nearly snapped, but he made the mistake of meeting Finrod’s eyes.

They were bright with treelight, with love, with doom.

Curufin’s breath caught in his chest. He had no foresight to speak of, but he knew that this was the last time he’d see those eyes.

Finrod smiled and slung his bag over his shoulder. “Farewell, Curvo. I hope I haunt thee.”

Curufin was helpless to do anything but watch him leave.

#curufinrod #curufin #finrod #finrod felagund #silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #this is not my usual writing style so it was a challenge but also v fun #also. ive been champing at the bit for an excuse to learn how to conjugate thee/thou/etc for ages #candleswriting #here down in the valley

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leeahqueen · 11 months ago

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Solitary Lantern By The Seaside (2\2)

Fireflies reflect each other.

The moon completely sank below the horizon, coating the distant horizon with an extremely dim silver color.

Noan twisted the clockwork firefly in his hand, put it in his hand, and let the soft light dispel the darkness before dawn.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly in a voice as light as a whisper.

Noan: When I was a child, I lived in a very crowded place.

Noan: People's beds are closely adjacent to each other, and only those with good conditions have a rag curtain as a blanket, while many more people don't even have rags or beds.

Noan: When everyone is crowded in the same place, people want to show off their pride and hide it...

Noan: Or love and sex, hate and quarrels, theft, robbery, accidents, murder... Whether you want to see it or not, these things will happen before your eyes.

Noan: Mother will cry and give birth to their babies in the midst of everyone's noise, and patients will moan and die in the midst of everyone's indifference.

Noan sighed.

Noan: ...Have you ever heard of the Hedgehog's Dilemma?

Noan: Hedgehogs want to rely on each other to keep warm in winter, but they have thorns on their bodies. If they get too close, they will sting each other, and if they are far too away, they will feel cold.

Noan: The same goes for people, they need to keep a moderate distance from other people, not too far, not too close.

Noan: However, everyone living here is crowded together, with no privacy and no way to keep distance.

Noan: In this case, how can the "hedgehogs" avoid stabbing each other?

Noan: Therefore, my seniors always told me to seek common ground while reserving differences and to hide our own attitudes and goals.

Noan: In this environment, I learned not to mention things that others don't want to mention, and to ignore things that I don't want to see.

Noan: If a person is only willing to talk about a certain topic, then I will only talk about this topic with them.

Noan: If this person hid his wounds well, even if I noticed it, I should pretend I didn't see it.

He stared at me seriously as usual. By the light of fireflies, Noan's amber pupils seemed to reveal some dark emotions.

Noan: I have never been a saint who tolerates everything and has no desires. I also care about people and things that I don't want to give in to.

Noan: I just try not to show these emotions on my face-- after all, I suffered a lot because of this when I was a child.

Noan: Now, I can say these words because you also said a lot to me...

Noan: ......Exchanging and sharing can be regarding as the habits of traveling merchant.

>[(Nod)]

[Yeah]

Skk: When you first saw me during that day, you obviously wanted to say something, right?

Noan: Hm.

Skk: Can you tell me now?

Noan: It wasn't anything important, I just wanted to say...

Noan: Your hair... seems to be a little longer that the last time I saw you

>[...]

[Is that so?]

Noan: How are you doing lately? Is everything going well?

>[I'm okay]

[I also have a lot to say to you...]

Noan nodded and stared at me quietly, waiting for the next conversation--- as always.

So, just like in the past, I slowly talked about what happened recently.

Whether it is a trivial pleasure, a report document that I don't want to face, a heavy social engagement, or an investigation task that I have no clue about yet.

In addition to worries, there are also many small joyful things. I got a small gift that I had reserved for a long time, and the restaurant I frequented added new dishes that were unexpectedly delicious.

When all that can be said, the sky has turned slightly bright white.

He also listened to everything carefully and bowed his head when he feeling both happy or sad about my recent experience.

Noan: ......It's really hard to be able to take care of so many things.

Skk: ...

Although me and Noan were not very close, he happened to have witnessed my most exhausted state and accepted my negative side.

He kept these secrets silently, neither laughing at other people nor making fun of them.

When asked about him, he always said--

Noan: As long as you alive, you cannot be indifferent to everything. Of course there will be times when you feel sad and want to escape.

However, I occasionally think about it - what would he think when he hears others call me "hero"?

Skk: Noan, what do you think of me?

Noan: Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?

Skk: (Explain roughly)

Noan: As others call you - the hero of mankind, the hope that shines like a gem, the invincible Gray Raven Commandant... something like that?

>[Then what?]

[I should not be just "someone else"]

Noan: Found me at the point of disagreement...... someone who was always willing to believe that I was on your side.

>[You've said this before.]

[You should know I'm not just asking this...]

Noan: So...... before answering this question, let me tell you a story.

Skk: Sure.

Noan: This is a comic adapted from the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty". Unlike traditional fairy tales, the princess in this story is not blessed by a fairy.

Noan: The fairies surrounding her were all disguised by humans, but others around the princess believed she was truly blessed.

Noan: They expected her to grow into a woman who could do anything. In the eyes of others, the princess was blessed with a lot of luck and was a lucky woman.

Noan: However, how can a princess who has not been blessed by a fairy meet these excessive expectations?

Noan: She could only work hard and study day and night, abandoning all the fun that life should have.

Noan: However, what people admired was her talent and luck, and those achievements were taken for granted... No one thought that she also worked hard.

Skk: ......

Noan: Maybe this is what I see of you - so, my answer is "more than that".

Noan: More that the hero, the hope, the invincible Commandant of mankind, and more than the person who is willing to believe in me and stand by my side.

Noan: In my eyes, you are closer to... a human being. Someone who will be hurt, tired, and sad.

Noan: A someone who, even if they are bruised over and over again, is struggling for the people and things they cares about.

Noan: I like someone like this very much... In my opinion, people with weaknesses are more real, which also means that I am trusted by you, right?

Noan: Whether it is a structure or a human being, there will be times when they are overwhelmed by pain, want to cry, and want to give up.

--IF YOU CHOSE...

>[But tears can't save anyone.]

[Yes, who can be so strong that they become numb?]

Noan: Well, my mother once said this to me, and I didn't know how to answer it at that time.

Noan: If I could go back, I would definitely say to her, "But tears can't save me".

Noan: The heroes in the story will also have their own regrets, not to mention we are just mortals, don't push yourself too hard, Commandant.

--IF YOU CHOSE...

[But tears can't save anyone.]

>[Yes, but who can be so strong that they become numb?]

Noan: Well, sunflowers will bend their heads in the sunless night. This is not weakness, but proof that the heart is not numb and dry.

Noan: When you are sad, you can come to me at any time.

Noan: Then we ran away together... to a place where we could rest and cry.

Noan: I'll stay with you until you get better.

[Huh......]

>[What is the ending of that Sleeping Beauty story?]

Noan: The "Prince" in the story finally awakens the princess in the castle, allowing time to flow again after sleeping for hundreds of years.

Noan: ...The princess' time quickly returned to the "present", and just like that, she died in the arms of the other party.

Skk: .... Is this the ending?

Noan: Their time is not equal, but people outside the story can still cherish the present.

Skk: But, I still think about it...

Skk: There are many people who find it difficult to survive.

Skk: My troubles are nothing to them.

Skk: I should at least try my best to do something with my troubled time.

Noan: If you are injured, do you need to take a qualification certificate based on the depth of the wound before you are allowed to feel anything?

Noan: Even those people in the story who live in daily life and peace have a lot of troubles.

Noan: People you can't like, interpersonal relationships that are difficult to take care of, parents who can't understand each other, tedious work and houseworks...

Noan: These things are slowly wearing down the spirit and causing fatigue... If nothing happy happens, just ordinary daily life can make a person collapse.

Noan: At this time, it would be too harsh to check whether you have the qualification to be sad.

>[.....Ah]

[......]

Noan: However, I also know... you still have a lot of things you care about, so you don't want to rest at ease.

Skk: Yes, I want to take care one more step forward.

>[There is no respite from this business.]

[How can I cheer up?]

Noan: Do you have something you like? Like food, or flowers, stories, or people you like?

>[(Nod)]

[Um.]

Noan: When people work hard for this and cannot rest assuredly, they also give the other party that right to treat themselves, so...

Noan: When you are tired and in pain, you seek help from the people and things you love.

Skk: ......

--IF YOU CHOOSE...

>[Well, don't worry, I'll go find those people.]

[Can I come to you?]

Noan: ....Yeah.

He showed a somewhat lonely smile in the dawn sunshine, and then nodded slightly.

There were still many things he wanted to talk about, but before he could even open his mouth, he took back these emotions carefully and took a step away from me.

Noan: ......it's daybreak, let's go back, Commandant.

--IF YOU CHOOSE...

[Well, don't worry, I'll go find those people.]

>[Can I come to you?]

Noan: ......Of course.

Noan stood up, took a step across the distance between the two of us and leaned down again.

After waiting for an excruciatingly long 3 seconds and confirming that the person is from him would not push him away, he hugged the person in front of him tightly.

At this moment, it was as if I could hear him breathing a sigh of relief in my ears.

Noan: I'm very happy... Really, very happy.

The dawn sun pierced the clouds and cast a soft golden edge on our bodies.

[Sunrise]

>[It's dawn]

Skk: Is it time to go back?

Noan: Stay a little longer? When you go back, you can find an excuse and think of a way to fool them.

[Ok]

>[That's too much]

Noan: After some of the troubles with the machine are resolved, do you want to go somewhere farther away together?

Skk: Where to go?

Noan: Many... place I've been to before as a refugee or as a transport captain.

Noan: Ruins covered by nature, seas of flowers, strongholds with burning bonfires, rivers that have not been polluted... There are many nostalgic scenery in this devastated worlds.

Skk: Then we made an agreement.

Noan: Of course, it's a done deal.

THE END

INTRO-1 | INTRO-2 | NOAN-1 | NOAN-2

#punishing gray raven #pgr noan #pgr otome is real #i love noan so much

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abeana-yo · 1 year ago

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Shop Husbands- A Good Omens Fic

Chapter 1

Demons and angels are just that, demons and angels; natural forces against one another. But when two composing opposites -like water and oil- can come together and find comfort in one another's chaos; is truly a sight to behold.

Aziraphale and Crowley are sitting under the beaming sun, the demon lounging with a popsicle in hand (of course to appease the humans and not for the simple satisfaction of the frozen treat). Aziraphale on the other hand was sitting properly on the bench with a simple vanilla ice cream cone, savoring the sweet cream treat. “Angel” Crowley pauses and looks over at Aziraphale with a questioning look, “what if I started a shop next to yours?” the angel stops tasting his ice cream and looks over at him "I don't think our sides would like us…working so... close.” Aziraphale glanced with a questioning look “what would you even sell! Showing off your…car isn't a good work ethic” he nods. Crowley rolls his eyes under his black sunglasses “and-selling- books is?” the demon snickers and playfully pushes his friend “plants! I want to sell plants, maybe scare them into being sold so I can make them all grow perfectly.” Crowley laughed and leaned back. Aziraphale smiled and stood up “if you insist then-, we should get started as soon as possible… before my book collection grows more you don't have space”. The angel begins to head away, and Crowley follows right behind him.

Back at Aziraphale bookshop the pair arrives and looks at the exterior, examining it for the perfect lay out. Aziraphale's shop was small as it was, but with a little miracle and misfortune they created a perfect shop connected to his own. It has its own bay window that opens to display the plants, a black exterior (Aziraphale begged for the color to match his own shop, but Crowley wouldn't budge) the walls were a dark red brown and were adorned with black metal shelving that held a plentiful number of plants ranging from herbs and shrubs to trees. The ceiling had hanging plants in burlap sacks; To the front there was a small register and had small flowers such as lily of the valley, belladonna, and monkshood. Finally, black roses were hidden in many spots of the shop (mainly because Aziraphale hid them for Crowley). What would have taken them a month at most, only took them a matter of hours (somehow the colors of things kept being changed to a lighter color palette). Crowley and Aziraphale stood in front of their combined efforts to create a somehow soothing and calming, but dark and eerie plant shop. Crowley was pleased, a smile of a creation he made with his closest and dearest friend. “Well..., what will you call it?” the angel looked at his friend smiling over at him, then with the snap of his fingers a sign hung over the building Garden of Eden. Aziraphale looked at Crowley confused…” isn't that a biblical place? Why choose that?” Crowley looks at the angel and smiles, he doesn't say a word but takes the angel's hand and leads him inside. It could have been a jab at God and her creation, but Crowley meant it more as a memento to their begging and this new beginning now. As they went inside a nightingale had landed on their window seal and sang a lovely song. Neither could hear it though since Crowley has instead Queen must break the new store in and was blasting through the walls. The two laughed with each other, until the night in which the shop was closed up and Crowley went back to his flat and fell straight to bed not a thought in his mind. Aziraphale l on the other hand had performed one final miracle, just as his own, he made a bedroom that connected to The garden of Eden’s top floor (which was just an empty top floor). Even though Aziraphale was excited to have Crowley so close and working together, the anxiety of heaven was still lingering on top of him. He knew how little they paid attention but how harsh their punishments were. After the whole saving the world quarrel, they had, the angel knew that their sides would have been too stunned to even bother the two, but they still had such a grasp on Aziraphale. Even so, he was willing to fight for a life that had Crowley in it…

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ineffable divorce #good omens #good omens spoilers #aziracrow #wattpad #wattpad writer #good omens fandom #good omens fanart #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #azirafell #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #gay #mlm #fanfiction #writers on tumblr

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year ago

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The Devil's Foot pt 3

The last part of the story and still no devilish feet in sight. I have to assume it's the name of the drug at this point, because otherwise I don't know what's going on.

Last time Holmes and Watson did a very stupid thing and almost died a very stupid death. Then they declared their undying devotion to each other and it would have all been ever so sweet if I hadn't wanted to bonk their heads together to try to get their brains working via percussive maintenance.

⬆️Holmes and Watson's last two braincells there, right before they killed them inhaling an incredibly fast acting lethal poison.

"It would be superfluous to drive us mad, my dear Watson," said he. "A candid observer would certainly declare that we were so already before we embarked upon so wild an experiment."

Holy shit, that poison gave Holmes the ability to read my mind.

"But the cause remains as obscure as before."

I wonder. Could the weird poison that Holmes doesn't appear to have come across before possibly be linked to the famous explorer/adventurer/lion guy who has been to many exotic and distant locales?

Maybe?

Perhaps?

"I think we must admit that all the evidence points to this man, Mortimer Tregennis, having been the criminal in the first tragedy, though he was the victim in the second one. We must remember, in the first place, that there is some story of a family quarrel, followed by a reconciliation. How bitter that quarrel may have been, or how hollow the reconciliation we cannot tell. When I think of Mortimer Tregennis, with the foxy face and the small shrewd, beady eyes behind the spectacles, he is not a man whom I should judge to be of a particularly forgiving disposition."

Multiple murderers? How very un-Occam of you, Holmes. I did entertain the possibility for myself for a little while. But if he did the first one he must have been in league with the second murderer, or at least close enough that they knew what he'd done. (By second murderer, I mean lion guy. Unless it turns out to be the housekeeper getting revenge. The only other option is the vicar and he'd have to be supremely arrogant to have brought both crimes to Holmes' attention).

Also, we've been through how you shouldn't judge people's characters based on their appearance, well, not their facial features.

But yeah, this all lines up with what I was saying at the start before Lion guy showed up.

I had heard the click of the garden gate, and now the majestic figure of the great African explorer appeared upon the path.

In my head, this guy is literally just an anthropomorphic lion.

For a moment I wished that I were armed. Sterndale's fierce face turned to a dusky red, his eyes glared, and the knotted, passionate veins started out in his forehead, while he sprang forward with clenched hands towards my companion. Then he stopped, and with a violent effort he resumed a cold, rigid calmness, which was, perhaps, more suggestive of danger than his hot-headed outburst.

This is the sign of an entirely rational and calm human being.

"I have lived so long among savages and beyond the law," said he, "that I have got into the way of being a law to myself. You would do well, Mr. Holmes, not to forget it, for I have no desire to do you an injury."

Yep...

He's clearly in no way a danger to society.

Absolutely not. I would feel completely safe in his presence.

I do not understand why he has such a strong and obvious reaction to the first bit, then attempts to back pedal and be all 'No idea what you're talking about'.

I mean, I do get it, but I don't get why he thinks it's going to work. As previously stated he absolutely should keep asserting that he has no idea what they are talking about. But it's such a transparent ploy after he's already lost his cool.

"I saw no one." "That is what you may expect to see when I follow you."

This line goes hard.

I love it.

Ninja Sherlock

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"Yes, Brenda Tregennis," repeated our visitor. "For years I have loved her. For years she has loved me. There is the secret of that Cornish seclusion which people have marvelled at. It has brought me close to the one thing on earth that was dear to me. I could not marry her, for I have a wife who has left me for years and yet whom, by the deplorable laws of England, I could not divorce."

ACD's war against the British divorce laws continues. I have tried to look up the history of divorce law in the UK, but it is an incredibly tangled web that I do not have the inclination to untangle at this time. Although I just learnt that until 2012 people in this country couldn't get married before 8am or after 6pm. Weird.

I think we can all agree, though, that ACD thought the divorce laws were bloody stupid and he was right.

On the outside was written "Radix pedis diaboli" with a red poison label beneath it. He pushed it towards me. "I understand that you are a doctor, sir. Have you ever heard of this preparation?" "Devil's-foot root!"

"The root is shaped like a foot, half human, half goatlike; hence the fanciful name given by a botanical missionary."

But how tho?

Which half? I don't understand how you can have half of each of these... does it have toes? Is it a hoof? How? I cannot work out what this would look like at all.

Does it have five little hoof toes?

I don't understand.

"Among other things I exhibited this powder, and I told him of its strange properties, how it stimulates those brain centres which control the emotion of fear, and how either madness or death is the fate of the unhappy native who is subjected to the ordeal by the priest of his tribe."

Mortimer. Mortimer, Mortimer, Mortimer. You're dead, so I guess this doesn't really matter now, but you don't... take the incredibly obvious poison from the incredibly mentally unhinged man and then use it when he's still in the country. Not when it has such obvious and unique effects. This is what is called Bad Planning and Obvious.

It's like you wanted him to kill you. Is that victim blaming? probably. But you're also a murderer, so... does it balance out?

Also, Mr Lion Man, don't... tell people about your weird crazy poisons and then follow it up with 'also you could kill people with it in this country and law enforcement would never be able to detect it, lol.' Especially not if you're suspicious of the guy.

So many bad decisions in this story.

"I well remember how he plied me with questions as to the amount and the time that was needed for its effect, but I little dreamed that he could have a personal reason for asking."

Yeah, because that's a really unsuspicious line of questioning.

'So, this undetectable horrific poison. How much would I need to use... hypothetically, of course... to like... kill three people. In a room the size of... ooh, say my siblings' card room? And how long would it take? Just asking... out of curiosity. No reason other than purely scientific interest. I'd never actually kill anyone with it. Bu-ut if I wanted to...'

Lion man... you should not be allowed access to hazardous materials. Your OSHA compliance is poor. That needs to be in a locked poison cabinet. You shouldn't be handling it without PPE and you definitely shouldn't be letting untrained and unvetted people in there.

"My soul cried out for revenge. I have said to you once before, Mr. Holmes, that I have spent much of my life outside the law, and that I have come at last to be a law to myself."

But sure, he can get off because he was killing the first murderer... I guess. I'm not as sympathetic towards him as I've been towards previous people. Maybe because he doesn't strike me as the kind of person for whom this was his first or last kill. His reaction to Holmes seems like he's prepared to just murder anyone who gets in his way. Previously the people Holmes has let go have been people who killed as a last desperate attempt to free themselves or were pushed too far past their breaking point in one instance.

This guy just... seems like he wouldn't bat an eyelid at killing again. And again. And again. For far less reason.

"And now, my dear Watson, I think we may dismiss the matter from our mind and go back with a clear conscience to the study of those Chaldean roots which are surely to be traced in the Cornish branch of the great Celtic speech.”

I still think this is nonsense, but sure. I have discovered that apparently someone somewhere apparently wrote Holmes' paper on the subject and published it in 1998. Which is a thing.

Thanks Watson for warning me against poisoning myself. I'll bear that in mind. Perhaps you could take your own medical advice?

#Letters from Watson #The Devil's Foot #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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mischiefmaker615 · 1 year ago

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Tears of a Mermaid (Loki Love Story Ch.5)

Loki walked at a casual pace as to not to draw attention to himself as he headed to the stables. he couldn't stop thinking about her last night, her touch..her voice, eyes..passion, gods! how could a woman, of another kind or not, have so much power over him? just the mere thought of her made him want to race faster to his horse, but he did quite the opposite as Thor stepped in his way once he turned the last corner

''brother! we are in need of your assistance'' he grinned, clearly happy to see him and expecting a yes regardless of how he was always treated.

Loki side stepped and kept walking, only to be pulled to a stop by a hand on his shoulder, giving an annoyed look as he held his patience together ''what is it Thor?''

''father wishes us to venture to Alfheim to assure Asgard's safety of possible threat, there's-''

''the elves have no quarrel with us here, it will be fine'' Loki shook his head, shrugging Thor's hand off.

''Heimdal has never been wrong, if it is but a simple rumor, it is best to make sure it doesn't intensify further towards truth.-why have you been disappearing every day to almost the same time?'' Thor questioned, unable to read Loki but still held a look of suspicion. Loki ignored his quickened heart beat and stayed casual, his calmness always helping him when it came to lying, but his made up excuse was buried once Odin came into view and stood beside them.

''father.'' Thor greeted with a small nod-bow and a smile, where Loki looked surprised to see him here of all times. why?

''it be best for the both of you to go, do not underestimate them. they are demigods and in numbers, came be dangerous. i trust the both of you could manage to keep the peace when we put this situation to rest, best to go now.''

''yes father'' Thor agreed and took a step back, waiting for his brother to follow before they both headed to the stables to venture off to the Biefrost.

Loki's hesitated as he followed, his eyes looking up to see sunset threaten to appear and his mind wondered of to Mara. he had told her he would return, not a day had passed that he wasn't able to visit her, this was to be the first. what choice did he have? any other excuse and will Thor questioning already, would have raised more suspicion on his little secret, and he couldn't put her in danger. with a silence apology, Loki left with Thor.

''damn it-'' Loki cursed as he flinched again.

''my apologies my lord'' a palace maid said quietly as she tampered with the bedside device, the light glow above brightening ever so slightly as it shown on him. ''it should heal by dawn, is there anything else you wish of me?''

''that is all'' Loki dismissed her and layed down again as he gazed up at the healing source they had placed above his bed. Asgard's magic was never short of proper technology, and a side stab would be nothing more than a paper cut once it healed properly at a certain amount of time.

they had got to Alfheim, laid to rest any rumor and thought that threatened war, and Thor still managed to do something stupid which ended up having Loki get stabbed in the side by a deemed accident. his version of playful fun always involved a weapon or too. true he'd be healed by morning, but that wouldn't excuse the time missed with Mara.. he sighed as he looked down at his wound, his armor and leather off and leaving him shirtless to better have access for the healing source to reach. just a few inches, nothing to dangerous but just enough to keep him put. even if he used magic, he probably wouldn't be able to make it to her by now, sunset has passed hours ago and she'd be long gone by now..

''no point in thinking about going tonight, i'd just have to make it up to her tomorrow..'' Loki sighed and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would quicken the time to the next day, and even then he'd sill have to wait till evening to meet with her. 'damn...'

Loki woke up to feel a particular weight on his stomach, and something on his chest, as if something was leaning forward. he felt long delicate fingers running along his chest and weight being shifted forward and back on his mid section as the source moved around. his eyes snapped open and he jolted up forward, almost headbutting the figure swaddling him and his hands had to reach around her back to keep her from falling back.

''Mara!?''

her beautiful eyes seemed to light up as they locked with his, almost two inches apart from his face as a smile spread on her lips ''i am glad to see you are not hurt anymore''

questioned raced through his mind as he blinked at her, trying to figure out what was happened and to help wake himself up. his first concern was of how she was even here as his eyes traveled down, shooting back up to her eyes quickly and used all his power, almost magic to keep them there ''-why are you naked?- how do you have legs??''

Mara glanced down innocently at them as she sat comfortably and calmly on his lap in a swaddling position, her eyes going back to his own as if nothing was wrong ''mermaids may possess a little bit of magic..apparently when they accidentally dry out, they can grow them'' she smiled excitedly, almost as if a child was waking up on Christmas morning ''though if in contact with water, we get our tails back..''

''Mara you- i mean.. hold on'' Loki stuttered, praying to all the nine realms to keep himself in control, all of him, as he carefully rolled off and pushed her lightly so she got the message to get off. as she stood, he did as well, his eyes staying up at the ceiling as he used his hand to search for a robe or some sort of covering, his fingers coming in contact with his cape ''here-''

Mara took it thankfully and smiled, feeling the fabric as she stroked it gently ''it must be so soft being able to wear these-''

''exactly, wrap it around yourself-''

she shared a small confused look but wrapped it around herself as if being covered by a towel, still possessing her cloth though that functioned as a bra. Loki took a deep breath and used his perennials to peak and see if she was decent before turning to look at her fully, making the redness in his cheeks disappear as he relaxed

''Mara..what are you doing here? how did you get here?''

Mara bit her lip innocently as she looked at him sheepishly ''you didn't show up yesterday and thought you might be hurt.. i tried getting to a higher hillside to see if i could spot anything on land but i suppose the time it took was enough to dry me off and then these appeared''

Loki nodded slowly, his eyes looking into anything above the shoulders, though they slipped a few times as he shifted a little ''how did you get here- did anyone see you?''

Mara shook her head ''there was one guard that stopped me, i asked him where did Loki go and he pointed me into the right direction'' she smiled proudly.

'gods, he probably thinks i have women come in and out of my chambers on a daily-' ''well Mara..you need to stay out of sight from everyone, if they get a small hint of suspicion that you are not who they think you are, you could be in great danger..and you need to be wearing clothes while you are on land'' he added, his eyes falling down as he let himself look her over, a tightening in his chest came and anger sparked slightly to think men dared to lay their eyes upon her before him..

''that might explain the strange glances'' she thought out loud as she clutched the cape closer to her.

Loki looked around a little before stopping the bathroom, waving his hand for her to follow and assured her in ''wait in here, i shall have a maid fetch some clothes suitable for you''

she trotted over and went in the bathroom, his eyes watching her as he hid and impressed look, surprised at how well she could walk considering she wasn't accustomed to it.

''wait here, i shall return'' he assured her and closed the bathroom door, going over to his bedroom chambers to seek out a maid.

he had one bring a suitable dress in green and gold, wanting her to at least dress in his colors if men were to be looking at her before he walked back to the bathroom door and knocked out of habit ''Mara-''

"Loki..i need help..''

Loki tensed and didn't hesitate to enter, having to quickly watch his footing so he would step on her, seeing she was back to her regular self; tail and all lying on the floor on her back. ''what happened??''

Mara shyly motioned to the facet ''i got curious so i looked around and that thing spit at me..''

''oh dear..'' Loki sighed as he crouched down, looking her over as if he was figuring out what to do first ''try not to touch anything, these kind of rooms have the most water usage. here,'' he handed her a towel and she started drying herself. Loki hesitated, wondering if he should help her and held up the dress ''if we get this handled, this is for you to put on''

''will i be staying here?''

Loki looked at her, not knowing if it be best if she returned or if she'd be fine here if she'd liked..but her lack of knowledge on basic things would be a dead give away ''..for a bit, i can show you around and return you at dusk'' he smiled, knowing it was a start ''if you like it here then i could perhaps teach you on everyday things and functioning'' he offered, reaching up and turning off the leaky faucet as if it were ready to jump on her again. Mara looked excited and hesitant all at the same time but kept a smile on her face as she flicked her tail a little.

''guess we'll have to see how this goes'' she laughed and continued drying.

as Loki watched, he took the opportunity to properly look at her, all of her, now that she was out of water. her tail was beautiful, smooth and reflectant almost of tropical colors mostly consisting of blue. her wait was slim, giving her a nice curve to where her hips would typically be and her chest was the perfect size..to his preference anyway. she skin was sun kissed but pale, blond red hair illuminating her eyes that held so much innocence, wonder and care. he had to glance away a little when she looked at him, not wanting her to know he had stared far longer than what people are comfortable with. but he couldn't help it.. he could stare at her all day if he could..

Mara flinched a little, snapping him out of his thoughts as she brought her tail forward, almost as if one was hugging their knees as she took a deep breath.

''Mara- are you okay?'' Loki asked with concern, his eyes scanning her for any possible injuries but she nodded reassuringly

''yes it's just..happening..''

in all his years of yielding magic, making so many things possible, he had never seen a transformation quite like this. her body seemed to glow a light green, almost as if it were white and seemed to get brighter by the second. the mid section of her tail up to her wait seemed to sink in to where legs would be split in half and she flinched again. by her eyes he could tell she was holding the pain in and that drew in more concern as he moved a little closer, about to ask if she was okay until the glowing got brighter to where he had to look away so he wouldn't get blinded. it only lasted a moment before everything was back to normal and Mara had legs again and..everything else, to which he quickly, and to his disappointment, covered her like a gentleman. he hesitated as he watched her catch her breath, stiffing a bit as he felt the vibe around him. something wasn't right...being one of magic, he felt a dark presence he hadn't felt in a long time..

''..black magic..'' he whispered.

Mara looked up at him, her innocent in her eyes returning and almost looked proud of herself at what just happened and looked down at her legs ''i get my very own pair'' she giggled and he decided to put the feeling off for now as he returned her smile, his heart melting when he saw her happy.

''well we can't have you on the floor forever, come on, i'll help you'' he told her, offering her his hand where she took it and he helped her up.

''what are you doing?'' she asked as he took the dress and kept his eyes closed.

''i am helping you dress-''

''with your eyes closed?''

''on land, most of the time it is curious for one to shield their particular gender parts from others unless they have deep feelings for them'' he told her and used his hands to feel around, holding the dress open so she could put her head through.

''but i do have deep feelings for you..''

his eyes flew open and locked with hers, seeing she had already stuck her head through and was almost nose to nose with him, making his cheeks redden and hers starting to get red too ''Mara..'' he didn't know what to say, getting a confession like this out of no where, and here of all placed, knowing he felt the same; his mouth struggled to find the right words as his gaze softened ''i-''

''brother, i wish to speak with you''

Thor's voice could be heard from outside the bed chamber, even in the bathroom he could still be heard. ''one moment-'' Loki called and turned his attention back to Mara, letting go of the dress as it fell down beautifully and fit her figure ''i'll have to tend to him for a moment, lets have you ready'' Loki encouraged, disappointment hidden in his eyes with their moment ruined by his idiotic brother.

as he helped lace her up, his slender fingers gently brushed up against her skin, making her blush a little as she looked forward, seeing herself in the mirror and let her smile show ''now i look like your kind'' she giggled.

''true but acting will be necessary too, just do your best'' he encouraged, his eyes gazing down her back before he took a step back, a hand offered with a smile to lead her out ''m'lady,''

Mara returned the smile and took his hand, following his instructions as she gripped the dress a little with her other hand to lift slightly so she wouldn't trip. leading her to the chamber door, he had her wait behind him before he opened it, giving a slight irritated look at his brother waiting patiently outside ''what?''

''i have- that's exactly the maiden i have been searching for!''

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #Thor and Loki #loki odinson #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki god of mischief #loki tv ao3 feed #loki is not a villain #loki imagine #lokifluff

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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I think this is the best I've ever written tbh 🤭

Tw - mention of violence, cursing, stabbing and attempted stabbing. I think that's it!

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The young princess couldn't sleep, eat, or even think. After her and Aemond's talk and he said those words to her, she began getting weird feelings in her stomach. People say they are butterflies born out of affection but she knew they were hairy creatures crawling around in her insides. She absolutely hated the feeling.

How could she ever be feeling anything for the one-eyed prince who hunted down and killed her brother? Especially with how his family was also responsible for taking her family away?

As the months wore on, she had let her self be more open with Aemond and he had kept his word to not bed her until she asked him to. But it had come to mind to consummate the marriage before rumors start, even though Aemond had made sure to lightly cut her foot to get small droplets of blood on the sheets of the blood, which he had done so gentle and careful, she didn't feel anything.

"Are you sure? He had asked.

The young Velaryon nodded. "We don't need rumors going around, your mother and brother already dislike me. So, yes, I am ready."

The one-eyed prince had simply nodded before slowly undressing the young princess, kissing her shoulder tenderly, his lips trembling as he does, almost like she would break under his touch like a glass doll. He then finally removed his eye patch and the princess gently gasped as she took in Aemond's sapphire gem that stood in his missing eye's place. The sapphire gem that she had gave him. A matching gemstone that had resided on a chain belonging to her.

The next morning had been proven relaxing as Aemond had gently woken her up by kissing her arm and shoulder, which tickled her awake. Aemond also had been uncharacteristically happy that week, as he believed the woman he had loved since he was thirteen had began to love him back. And as the Velaryon got more relaxed, she had still made plans to take revenge, she had no change in mind for that. She had even recruited Layana, her lady-in-waiting to help her and the women had became quite close.

"This is a dangerous game, my lady."

The princess simply replied with, "I am as good as dead here. Besides you, I have no friends, allies, or family at court. So, I have nothing else to lose."

As she and Aemond sat in their chambers, he had brought up the topic of names for their future child. This had set her off, though of course.

"Wouldn't you like to have an actual child born from you instead of a bastard like your brothers?"

While rash, she couldn't control herself. She had grabbed the knife that sat on the table beside them, only for Aemond to swipe it away. The Velaryon had hissed in pain and Aemond's eye grew wide with worry.

"Oh, i'm sorry. Did that hurt?" He had asked sincerely.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. But let's be honest, you're heart wasn't quite in it. I can't kill you, you are a good person."

"I could kill you, you are a bad person."

Their little lovers quarrel continued at a feast that night, ending with a fight between multiple drunks and Aemond snatching the young princess up, throwing her over his shoulder, and carrying her away to safety.

She pushes his away. "I didn't need your help!"

"I agree."

"Do you love to taunt me? Is that it?

"No, of course not."

"Then don't ever do that again." And as she walked away, she says, "I don't need your help."

Over the next five months, she and Layana worked together to gather allies still loyal to Rhaenyra targaryen and began working on a plan. That is...until her nineteenth name day. The dress she had picked out was snug around the waist and foods that she loved wasn't smelling or tasting good to her anymore. A trip to the maesters confirmed her worst fear. She was with child.

When she was informed, she felt like she couldn't breath. Her worst nightmare come to life. And as the weeks passed, she avoided Aemond so she wouldn't have to tell him the news but as she sat in her chambers, reading, a knock came to her door. But she had no energy to answer it, so she simply said, "come!"

No one entered though. Weird. But a voice came through on the other end. It was Layana!

"Layana? What are you doing out there? Come in!"

"I think it is best if I remained out here, my lady."

By now, the princess had closed the book before walking up to the door."

"Why would that be?"

"My lady, I told Aemond."

Her eyes widen with shock and horror. "Please tell me you didn't!"

"I did! I'm sorry! He had managed to find our plans and told me he wouldn't kill me if I told him the whole of it, so I told him. And I told him you were with child. We cannot win, i'm sorry."

"Fuck you! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am your friend! Which is why I told him! He adores you, loves you! And you have his baby inside you! He won't kill you."

"He'll be coming for me now."

"He won't"

With that, she heard Layna's footsteps walk away.

The Velaryon had not planned for his but she must act swiftly. She spots the knife she almost used on Aemond months ago, grabbing it she rips her dress in the middle, exposing her stomach.

Just as she had predicated, Aemond barges in, eyes filled with fury.

"I thought we could name him after my brother you killed."

"You bitch!" Aemond turns her around, pointing his dagger toward her throat. "I will slit your throat!"

"Aim for the stomach, it will work better."

"You think a child would stop me?!"

"No," she states plainly. "But your child. Our child. A fucking son. Viserys's grandchild and no doubt a cutie like his dad. Now, say hello." She then puts his free hand on her stomach, letting him feel the baby's heartbeat. She couldn't see it, but Aemond already loved the unborn babe and was happy he was going to be a father.

"No."

Silence.

"He's really in there?"

"Just under your hand. Under the skin."

He lowers the dagger from her throat. "You don't know it's a boy."

"He feels dumb, so I suspect it strongly."

"I loved you..." Aemond's good eye starts to get watery and she notices it's already red. Like he had been crying prior to this confrontation. "Why don't you love me?"

"I do," she admits, "in a way. But you have to know, we aren't lovers. We will never be lovers. But you love your son. Our son."

"Any woman can give me a baby!"

"So kill us then."

Silence again.

"I just need a second-" without hesitation, Aemond bends down and places his ear to her stomach and as he hears the heartbeat, he feels that he could burst out crying from happiness. He then finally stands back up. "Fuck. I can't do it. I can't kill you."

A guard suddenly enters, in his hand a brown holder with something round it it.

"Which is why I come to give you this."

"What-"

"Leery's head. Your dead mother's allie. Considering it your doing."

The guard simply puts it into her hands and he and Aemond take their leave.

To get the last word, she shouts, "next it will be your head! I'll be waving your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!" And as they leave. she lets the holder drop, thankfully it was tightly closed.

That night, she still is angry and ready to tear Aemond apart. She gets her chance in their shared chambers, his back turned and not noticing her entering. Grabbing her knife, she plunges it into his shoulder and before he falls down, she stabs him not once. Not twice. Not even three times. But six times. And he finally falls to the ground. Dead.

As it sinks it, the young princess gets flashbacks of her and Aemond. Not the bad times but the good times. How he was gentle with her the first night. How he had written love poems to her that honestly made her tear up, and their friendship when they were children before everything got messed up. Before he became Aemond one-eyed. Before she lost everything.

She covers her mouth in shock and horror before reaching down and sobbing into Aemond's shoulder. Just then, she hears the door open and when she turns, she sees Aemond, his gaze soften at her crying, understanding what had happened. "Wrong person," he simply says.

No more words are spoken as she stands up and rushes over to Aemond. "Don't ever scare me like that! Damn you!" And she pulls him into a tight hug, never wanting to let go.

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AHHHHHH TWIN THE ANGST SENSATIONAL AND A BUBBA ON THE WAY YES PLEASEEEEE

#🔥 anon #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen asks #aemond targaryen fanfic rec

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rose-red-ink · 2 months ago

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"Well," Hestia gave a small, awkward laugh. "You are the one threatening the downtown area with um...what was it again?"

"Total annihilation," Ares supplied.

"Yes, that."

And he meant to uphold it. Sirens wailed, and shattered glass covered the road in a thick, pale sheet. Massive fissures had opened, swallowing cars, tilting buildings, trapping civilians.

Hestia reached into the pouch at her utility belt, starting rustle around inside. Ares floated a few feet above her, staring with eyes that shone, lifeless and cold as steel.

"You know," he said, watching her take out her matches. "In the myths of old, the other gods were very protective of Hestia. A pity how they've forgotten their birthright. Really, I'm the only one keeping up with what's expected of us."

If by what's expected of us, you mean death for the sake of glory, sure.

That wasn't a very Hestia thing to think, so maybe he had some kind of point, hidden away in all the gloating.

"There's less emphasis put on the home," she said instead. "Especially in a place like this. Cities are epicenters of work. Home becomes a place to collapse at the end of the day, not so much a place of refuge."

She knelt to the ground, the asphalt of the street warming her knees. Striking a match, she pressed it to the ground.

A moment passed.

And then the fire started.

It was a small thing, barely the size of a campfire. But it burned; warm and gentle in the slowly fading light of summer dusk.

Ares landed, the road crumpling under his feet.

"I think," she went on quickly. "That's why I've stuck to my small towns. More appriciation for who I am, even with the villains."

Ares huffed out a small laugh, striding towards her. "Little Hestia, my quarrel isn't with you. Stand aside. Douse your little fire and we'll--"

He slammed, face first, into an invisible wall.

Hestia managed a small, measured breath.

"It isn't my place. Cities." She took a measured step back, feeling the invisible press of a puzzle piece under her foot. It was large, made of a stiff sort of cardboard. A toy.

"But even when they aren't as revered as they once were, everyone has a home."

Ares pulled back, snarling. He placed his hand in front of him, fumbling blindly against the barrier between them. "Stop with your foolish tricks!" He snarled. "It won't be long until I find you and snuff your stupid fire for good!"

"I have no doubt." She said quickly. "You know this place far better than I do."

His careless hand connected with something, only betrayed by the widening of his eyes and the sound of shattering glass.

"As for my hearth..." Hestia swallowed, feeling her heart hammer. "I'd advise against it. It isn't mine."

Ares' eyes shot up, understanding finally flashing in his eyes.

"It's yours." Hestia confirmed. "If you wish, you can break through the walls. Snuff the hearth. Find and kill me. It will come at a cost."

Ares stood, staring with nothing but pure hate in his eyes.

"This won't dissuade me for long."

"I have no doubt."

"I could find my way to you. Kill you where you stand."

"Even war doesn't want blood staining their own mantle."

For the first time, the metal of Ares' eyes burned.

He nodded.

Hestia lifted a hand, and he vanished. The hearth dwindled to embers.

The barely audible flap of owl wings was Athena's only hearld as she lighted down behind her.

"You were right," Hestia slid her book of matches into her belt. "So I hope you hold to your side of the bargin. His wife and child will only hold his ire for so long."

Athena nodded. "The area will be cleared. We'll draw the fight out of residential areas." The next pause was nearly pained. "Thank you."

Hestia ignored how begrudging the words were. Her stomach twisted, staring out at the wreckage of dozens, if not hundreds of homes.

Horrible places, cities. Too many homes, too close together to properly protect. She shrugged on her cape with a sigh.

"It wasn't for you, goddess of war."

Prompt #3517

The supervillain raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "They brought you to fight me?"

The small town hero swallowed. "'Brought' is a loose term. More like conscripted. They thought my powers might counteract yours."

"They forced you to come, and then left you behind?" They tutted. "Lord, and they call me the villain."

#my writing #griffin mcelroy voice; “is this anything?”

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xthetruthisinhere · 2 years ago

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The Neighbors Are Acting Weird Again

Summary: Yes, it's another Fight the Future fic, but this one has a twist. Mulder and Scully's heated exchange in the apartment/hallway is witnessed through the eyes of a neighbor who has developed their own ideas about them over the years.

*While an original character is the POV, I promise the focus is ALL Scully and Mulder. Don't worry!

Find it on AO3 - love everyone's comments and kudos!

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The neighbors are at it again. Intense discussion. Heated exchange. Countering each other to no avail. Only this time, there is a harsh panicked edge. His statement comes in octaves seldom heard.

"We are close to something here. We are on the verge!"

Bev cringes as his voice echoes through the heating vent near the ceiling. The yelling is uncharacteristic—or so she thinks. After living next door to this man, Mulder, for almost five years, she's gotten a pretty good idea of what he is like. She's gathered information from brief encounters and stolen snippets of his private life that passed through the vent and thin walls like ghosts.

She knows he is an FBI agent. A nice man. A darkly handsome man—one that is much too young for her as she nears sixty-four. Their paths have crossed an incalculable number of times in the sepia-tinged hallway. There is always a pleasant nod, a small hello, and chatter about the weather and current events. They ride the elevator together. He pushes the button for their floor and always holds the door.

Bev has become fascinated by him. Residing next door to an FBI agent feels a bit like living next to a superhero or a movie star. She finds the information leaving her lips at awkward gatherings, desperate to break the tension and start small talk. Did I ever mention my neighbor is in the FBI? People always ooh and aah as if her neighbor joining the ranks of Quantico's finest is her own accomplishment.

"You're on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me."

The woman's voice is softer, steadier. Bev struggles to hear. She floats across the room and stands directly under the vent, tilting her head as if it will offer more insight.

The woman, Bev has learned, is his FBI partner. Bev also knows her name is Scully. They have never been formally introduced, but Mulder throws Scully's name around like a catchphrase. It's as if he thinks he'll forget it if he doesn't proclaim it every day. Bev hears the name whispered in his apartment and shouted down the hall. She has even started using it in her internal dialogue when running into the woman. Yes, Scully. There's Scully. I wonder what Scully's up to today.

Bev feels like she knows Scully too. After all, Scully floats around Hegal Place almost as much as Mulder. She has a key to his apartment; Bev has seen her come and go of her own volition. Scully is a shadow of black and tan, her cute figure hidden beneath the fabric constraints of stuffy-looking suits and billowing trench coats. She has big blue eyes and pillowy lips that Bev suspects captivate dozens of men daily. Bev also guesses Scully doesn't know she is beautiful. It is just an instinct Bev has, one she's garnered only by brushing past the redhead in the hallway or sharing space in the elevator.

It's how she also knows Scully is a doctor. Bev has overheard Mulder and Scully's hushed conversations. She's observed Scully answer her incessantly ringing cell phone, bringing it to her ear with a practiced hand to discuss blood samples, autopsies, or bizarre test results.

To have beauty and brains just isn't fair, Bev thinks. And just as she became captivated by Mulder's unknowable life, Bev became bewitched by this woman's too.

"After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?"

Mulder's accusation drifts through the vent, the statement oozing with such intensity it makes Bev gulp as if he is talking to her. Scully's response is tiny and muffled—something about being "done."

Bev wonders if they are breaking up—if she is overhearing a lover's quarrel. But the more she thinks about it, Bev realizes she has no idea if they are together in the first place. Her knowledge of police procedure primarily stems from network TV, but she doubts the FBI would allow fraternizing among partners.

Still, Bev never glimpses any woman coming or going from Mulder's apartment—unusual for a good-looking bachelor like him. The only woman she ever sees is Scully. And Bev has seen her leaving with many different expressions over the years. Blushing. Crying. Laughing. Sometimes Scully even has the corners of a smile tugging at her mouth. But usually, she wears a stone-faced look of determination.

Bev has observed other things too. The way Mulder's hand often finds the small of Scully's back. The way they crowd next to each other in the elevator even when the only other passenger is a sixty-four-year-old woman pretending to mind her own business while actually soaking them up like gossip on a tabloid cover. From experience, Bev knows two people only get that close to each other if they want to.

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summary: nobara and itadori asks megumi about the biggest fight y/n and gojo ever had

tw: abandonment issues (?)

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It seemed like the entire Jujutsu High School seemed to freeze in cold when Y/N and Gojo-sensei walked past each other near the training grounds. They were usually attached at the hip in the school as both were teachers and...well, they were married. They looked like lovesick fools on campus, but mainly Gojo sneaking kisses at any chance he got and Y/N silently letting him. No one missed the small smile of fondness on Y/N’s face every time.

“Oi,” whispered Itadori, nudging his shoulder. “Will they be okay? Y/N-sensei’s face looks so cold.”

“Yeah,” agreed Megumi without hesitation. This wasn’t his first experience of seeing a lovers quarrel- they practically raised him after all. He and Tsumiki always had the front row seats on Gojo’s tantrums and Y/N’s stubbornness. “They’ll get over it.”

“Hah?” Nobara poked his shoulder. “You seem pretty confident, Fushiguro.”

“Well, it’s not like this was their worst fight…”

“Huh, I never knew them to fight frequently. They always looked so in love that fighting seemed out of the picture. What was their worst fight like Megumi? Were you there?” asked Itadori.

Oh, he was there. He remembered every second of the week-long fight- the longest it ever lasted. Megumi didn’t even remember what it was about- the laundry? Stress? He really didn’t care about the specifics. From that point, Megumi has seen Y/N and Gojo have little arguments with a few ending up in screaming matches. They were always mindful to scream when he and Tsumiki were out of earshot, but they caught bits and pieces nonetheless. They were always greeted with a sleeping Y/N cuddled up with Gojo on their sofa the next day, anyway.

But this...this was something else. It was serious. It got so bad that Gojo even packed up a suitcase filled with his clothes and slammed their front door, going away from who knows where.

The house felt frozen like it was winter, similar to how Jujutsu Highschool felt now. All three of them looked at the door silently, expecting, praying, that Gojo would come back with a goofy smile calling his actions a prank, making everyone sigh in relief. But a few minutes passed by, and the door still hadn't opened.

It was Tsumiki that broke the deafening silence first. “Will- will you l-leave too, Y/N-san?”

Megumi and Y/N’s heads whipped to the girl. Tsumiki, always the bigger sister, was trying to keep a straight face, quickly wiping away the tears that were falling down her cheeks. There was a smile on her face as if trying to convince everyone that it's okay- it’s okay if Y/N leaves. Just like her mom, just like his dad. Y/N walked three great strides towards his sister and shoved her a little too aggressively to her stomach.

“No.” she croaked. Y/N raised her head to look away from them, presumably to cry. She never liked crying, much more people seeing her cry.

Megumi has always looked at Tsumiki as the older sister she was, always caring for him, fussing around him with a motherlike intent. But the sight of Tsumiki’s arms tightly secured around Y/N’s waist while sobbing into her shirt was the youngest Megumi has ever seen his sister.

He gets it. He does. Megumi might be nine but he was the first to realize that his dad and Tsumiki’s mom were never coming back. He realized this quickly, too. The slam of the door, a parental figure walking past without ever looking back...he and Tsumiki have seen this sight way too many times.

There was anger in his chest, both directed at himself and at Gojo. Did he trust too quickly? It was only two years since Y/N and Gojo took them out of the cramped apartment they called home, two years since he’s been eating take out and home-cooked meals for dinner instead of leftovers of a restaurant, two years since he and Tsumiki hadn’t slept on a thin mattress on the floor. He got too complacent, and this is where it got him.

Megumi’s heart ached, and all he feels is anger- anger towards Gojo for leaving, anger towards Tsumiki for caring, and anger towards Y/N for taking them in and making him trust again. He got too carried away with all the privileges and assurances they showered them with that Megumi didn’t even think it would go away. How stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He’ll miss this, he thinks. Megumi will miss coming home to an occasional hot meal that Y/N would cook if she arrived home early. He would miss the weekly shopping trips they would go to- Megumi barely wanted anything, content at staring at the stores and observing Tsumiki and Gojo buy clothes for everyone. Megumi would miss Disneyland- he had only been there once but Gojo saw the excitement in his and Tsumiki’s eyes that he promised he’ll take them there again. He would miss Gojo carrying him out of spite, despite being too tall and holding his hand as they walked to stores despite him acting like he hated every second of it. He’ll miss the way his heart would swell every time an old lady would call them a cute family and the way-

“Megumi.” His head snapped to Y/N whose eyes were red and sad. “You’re crying.”

Megumi lifted his palm to hold his cheek and sure enough, he managed to catch a tear from rolling down his chin. He didn’t even realize he was crying, which made him angrier. He wanted to tear this place he called home for two years apart with one of his dogs, leave and never come back-

From Y/N’s stomach, Tsumiki peaked at him and held out her hand. Y/N placed a comforting hand on her head before giving Megumi a sad smile. It was then Megumi let all of his anger flow through his tears, he was ashamed of even thinking of leaving- Y/N just said she wouldn’t leave them, and he believed her. He felt more tears roll down his cheeks and he let himself wail, scream, and shout for the entire world to hear. He ran like a child to Tsumiki’s hands and to Y/N’s comforting hug and screamed more.

He didn’t know how long they cried together but at the end of the night, they were all tucked in a corner, Tsumiki and Megumi snuggled at Y/N’s sides.

They were comfortable at that, but Y/N insisted on getting up and getting ready for bed. She ushered the both of them to the shower and brushed her teeth with them. There was silence as they did their tasks, exhausted from silently crying and Megumi from throwing a fit with his wails.

It wasn’t until Tsumiki was buttoning the last button of his pajamas when they heard their doorbell ring an absurd amount of times. It didn’t have the intention to stop until someone opened the door.

“I’ll get it,” announced Y/N, her voice croaking from disuse. Megumi remembered watching Y/N figure walk to their doorway, then finally opening the door.

Behind it was Gojo with eyes as red as theirs, holding a bouquet of flowers on one hand and two paper bags on the other. He raised his gifts to them with shaking hands.

Megumi would have laughed at his sight, Gojo had snot coming out of his nose, his eyes were filled with tears, lips trembling. But the fact that Gojo’s blindfold was off, giving an impression that Gojo was serious.

“I-“ Gojo sniffed. “I meant to come back earlier, I didn’t mean it- it’s just the higher-ups gave me a mission to Europe as soon as I closed the door-“ Gojo breathed deeply, eyes darting at the three of them. Behind him was the suitcase he packed, untouched on their doorstep.

“-I teleported, I finished it as soon as I could, and-“

“Fushiguro?”

Megumi flinched backward at the sudden sight of Itadori’s hand waving in front of his face. He was suddenly pulled out of his memory, blinking several times to adjust to his new reality. “Sorry, I spaced out…”

“Well?” Nobara prompted, putting her hands on her waist. “What was their biggest fight?”

The expression on her face was similar to those she wore before she threw a fit of impatience. He wasn’t really in a mood to explicitly describe the emotional toll their fight took from all of them, nor was he willing to suddenly open up about his abandonment issues and how a Gojo going out and not coming back until three hours later triggered something in him and Tsumiki. After Y/N hugged Gojo, Megumi remembered racing against Tsumiki towards the white-haired man at their door, each of them clutching one of his legs.

Megumi trusts Itadori and Nobara...he just wasn’t there yet. He’ll tell them someday he thinks, he’ll tell them everything.

Megumi looked at Y/N and Gojo-sensei again and was pleased by what he saw. A small smile graced his face as he pointed towards the couple. “It ended just like that.”

Itadori and Nobara turned their heads towards the direction of the couple. From their position, they could see Gojo clutching a bouquet of flowers while audibly sobbing his apologies while Y/N tackled him into a hug.

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