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I keep thinking about this post.
How Childe does something incredibly badass in that scene but in a way that at first glance seems pathetic and dumb.
And it's his whole theme, isn't it? Paradoxes, contradictions and how the form never matches the essence.
Tricks and uses us without saying a word of untruth.
Offers friendship that "can only be expressed through trading blows on a battlefield".
Inserts "children must all learn to eat their vegetables sometime" into a villain speech.
Commits war crimes out of loyalty to a goddess of love.
(doesn't see her as a god and is not interested in love)
Does epic and awesome things to be able to continue to lie to his siblings.
Performs a gesture of incredible trust in a way that makes me question if he is, in fact, a sociopath.
Sounds most genuine when he's pretending. Sounds fake and uncanny when he's genuine.
An incredibly beautiful tune played off-key.
#no wonder no one can recognize the tune#was there ever one#it's like real life#nothing ever truly fits into a story#but you can spin one if you want#or maybe it's indeed just jazz#childe#tartaglia#genshin impact
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My Wife is Real
IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
âWho do you think heâs texting?â Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi.Â
Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there.Â
It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started.Â
Megumi didnât even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media.Â
âI donât knowâŚâ Yuji ponders. âUgh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.â Yuji gasps at Nobaraâs response, âno.âÂ
Nobara sits up in her seat, âGojo-sensei,â she calls out. Gojo peeks up, âoh. I didnât know you were here.â âMaybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.âÂ
Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. âI am not bothering anyone.â âThen who are you texting?â âMy wife, duh.âÂ
Nobara bursts out laughing, âhahaha, yeah⌠yeah right.â She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldnât.Â
Yuji just stares at him in confusion, âyouâve never told me about his wife. I donât believe you.âÂ
Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his studentâs words. âHuh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you donât believe me!âÂ
Gojoâs full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. âSheâs literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.âÂ
Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, âstop making things up Gojo-sensei. Itâs getting sad at this point.âÂ
Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. âYouâll see.âÂ
âYeah⌠weâll see.â Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji.Â
Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one.Â
âYeah⌠I think youâre making this up⌠sorry Gojo-sensei.â âThis is just getting sadâŚâ Nobara whispers while shaking her head.Â
âI canât believe my studentâs have little faith in me.âÂ
Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door.Â
Nobaraâs and Yujiâs eyes widen seeing a woman at the door.Â
âWho is that?â Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, âhas to be someone he hired.âÂ
Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. âWifey!âÂ
He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold.Â
You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. âGojo,â you start, âthis is the second time you forgot your lunch⌠and itâs only Tuesday.âÂ
Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, âIâm sorry.â You narrow your eyes at him, âI bet youâre just using this as an excuse to see me.â âWhoops, you caught me. Well, while youâre here. Let me introduce you to my students.âÂ
âWait wait-â You didnât get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom.Â
You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock.Â
âStudents, this is my wife, (y/n).â Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students.Â
âHello.âÂ
âHello Gojo-san.â Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him.Â
âWhat?! Do you know her?â Nobara and Yuji ask him. âYesâŚâÂ
âYes, theyâve known each other for quite awhile nowâŚ. Sorry guys. Sheâs a bit shy.â Gojo says while you continue to smile at them.Â
âThey didnât believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..â Megumi tells you.Â
You hum before turning to Gojo, âI see⌠I donât blame them.âÂ
âHuh?! What is that supposed to mean?â You roll your eyes. âEver so dramatic.â â...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?âÂ
âUgh, no one cares,â Nobara sighs, âcome sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.âÂ
You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks.Â
Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side.Â
âWhat are you doing?â He asks you. You look back at him, âwell, you wanted me to meet your students. So Iâm getting to know them.âÂ
You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where heâs going to regret his actions later.Â
Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#oneshot#gojo fluff#gojou satoru x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n
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âż đĄđ¤đ¨đŠ âż
characters: self aware!acheron x isekai!gn!reader, slight dan heng x reader to the end
warnings: fluff, poor attempt at humor, consumption of alcohol, lying (from dan heng), brief appearance of playable characters, description of acheron test run, reader is isekaid into the hsr world and is just trying to live their life, reader is referred to as aeon of life and your excellency
notes: just had a shower thought and remembered acheron interaction from the cosmodessy event and BOOM! part 2 of dragon fic is on the work i swEAR PLS DONT EAT ME the divider is from @/rookthornesartistry
âhmmâŚâ
what a tricky situation. acheron had been wandering through the dreams of penacony to find out about the truth of the oak family. or at least, finding some hint and cases that has been silenced by the family. but on the wayâŚ
âi seem to be lostâ
yes, the amnesiac galaxy ranger had found herself lost once more. she had briefly agreed with the astral express to meet them later at the clockie statue of golden hour, but the poor woman was now wondering which way is which and which direction she should be heading towards. oh well, sheâll figure it out later. right now, she needed to know where she was or attempt to find a familiar face.
looking around herself, acheron could hear the faint sound of jazz playing further down one of the halls. there also seem to be other people there as she could make out laughter and murmuring of people alongside the scent of alcohol wafting through the air.
a bar, perhaps?
quietly, she makes her way to the end of the hall, opening the double doors and coming to what she guessed was a bar. it did indeed seem like it, though just maybe a bit smaller than the usual grand and bright neon sign filled ones at the golden hour. briefly, the woman takes a moment to look around, hoping to find a familiar face. there was a bartender behind the bar, a halovian mixing a drink. perhaps she could ask herâ?
a familiar colored hair catches acheronâs attention just as she was about to make her way over to the bartender. there, far away from the crowd of people at one of the seats sat the aeon of life. their back turned to others, seemingly running away from attention as they hunch over their table. acheron had never personally met the aeon of life before but she had felt their warmth, heard some snippets about them through the trailblazer and during an odd battle she was forced to fight in and have seen glimpses of their visage through the screen that the trailblazer allowed her to.
when acheron was first teleported to some theme park of penacony, she wondered if someone had kidnapped her. but when the ranger tried to move herself, she had found it impossible. until she did. someone or something was controlling her body, making her draw her blade and fight, yet she found it hard to hate the puppeteer. it felt⌠warm. to the lone galaxy ranger, this odd puppeteer of hers gave her a warm feeling, like being gently cradled by the sun. gentle and kind as the puppeteer moves her around, muffled gasps of awe and words of admiration falling onto her ears. this puppeteer of hersâ voice sounded gentle, soothing her heart, filling the loneliness of her soul. as quickly as it came, it disappeared and she was back in her room at the reality of the hotel.
when she briefly mentioned of this incident when she met welt of the astral express, he simply smiled with a knowing expression. the older man had told her about the aeon of life â or at least their reborn mortal self â and how they would sometimes guide some people to help them solve their problem or to bless them with more strength. most of the times though, these people were pathstriders, he told her.
and now here she was, in the flesh, being able to see the aeon of life themself.
quietly, the ranger makes her way towards the hunched over aeon. they seem to have had some glasses of drinks, the ice in them melting inside the glass as they lay their head on their arms, one hand wrapped around the glass of their next drink.
meanwhile, you try to fight back some sleep. drowsiness falling over you due to all sorts of drinks youâve consumed. though, most were alcohol free, they still managed to knock you down a peg. must be the secret of being penacony dreamscape drinks or something. or maybe it was just siobhanâs specialty. she seemed very skilled in the art of free mixing.
the faint sound of heels clacking catches your attention though, making you stop and take a moment to listen carefully. not so soon after, the sound stops right behind you, along with a faint presence behind your back. you try to play asleep, hoping the person would just buy the act and leave you alone. ever since you were isekaid into the star rail world, people have been clamoring for your attention left and right. you came to penacony with the express in hopes of blending within the bright lights and dazzling signs of the dream world for people to ignore you and give you some time to breathe.
though, the presence continues to stay. lingering just behind you.
gulping, remembering an iconic meme back from your world, you slowly get up from your laying position and turn your head around to see who it was.
âYAAGHHâ!â you yelp out loud, nearly shrieking as you jump from your seat when you saw acheron just silently staring at you, a bit closer than what you would prefer. the woman blinks, eyeing you carefully as she takes in your appearance. meanwhile, you hold a hand over your heart to calm the rapid beating of it.
breathing in and out, you eventually manage to calm yourself down. keeping an awkward eye contact with the ranger, you reach out to your unfinished glass of drink, taking a long sip from it. all the while, acheron continues to hold this somewhat awkward stare down.
âa-acheron, what are you doing here? you scared the shit out of meâ you say, now finally calm after that last gulp of your drink. the womanâs exposed purple eye widens slightly, as if she was surprised by the fact you knew her. ah right, you two havenât officially met each other in the flesh. so of course it will come off as weird to the galaxy ranger.
âi appear to be lost, your excellencyâ she replies, noting the unusual hue of your eye. it had a ring of gold in it, making you look otherworldly. but in this life where people can easily travel from one world to the other, that wasnât exactly a compliment enough to say that you looked beautiful.
right, you remembered now that acheron had a tendency to forget things very easily and she would continue to be amnesiac until she draws her blade.
âwell⌠where do you need to go then?â
the two of you have made your way out of siobhanâs bar, out of the dreamscape reverie hotel and towards the golden hour as she had said. but first you made little detours in your walk, stopping a few memory zone memes that has become unstable â during the whole time, acheron had told you to stay behind her so you would be safe â taking your time to admire the scenery of the dreamscapes before you two finally made it to the golden hour. it was buzzing, bustling with people from all over the galaxy and street vendors raising their voices to catch someoneâs attention.
seeing a floating ice cream at the other end of the street, acheron steps onto the road without looking.
âache, watch out!â you quickly reach out, holding her hand and yanking her back to yourself as a speeding car nearly runs her over. warm. you felt warm to the touch, gentle in the way you handled her as if she was made of glass. tender, almost, like a lover would hug another to their heart. she liked the way you hugged her, even though it was one born out of protective instinct.
âare you okay?â you ask, squeezing her bicep gently to take her attention. acheron turns her head to look at you, nodding her head that she was fine. everyone would be fine if they were in your protection after all. warm, safely tucked into your loving embrace.
âacheâ she spoke suddenly, taking your attention back to herself. âyou called me ache, your excellency. do you like the nickname?â the ranger asks, having never received any nicknames from others. this was her first time, having lost everyone she was close to and being forced to walk a lonely road until she caught the gaze of nothingness itself. even if she did indeed had gained nicknames from others before, she had long forgotten them. so this newfound form of kinship in you, in being given something intimate to be referred to by someone, brought a feeling of joy to the lonely ranger.
âi mean⌠do you like it?â you ask, looking at her face if she would give away any indication that she disliked it. to which you saw nothing. only the faint smile growing on her face. you liked that look on her face. the brooding, sad, melancholic look that she usually wears never fitted her. but when she did that, had a small smile on her face with a face of contentment, it seemed to suit her much better.
âmhmâ acheron simply nods, an odd feeling of childish glee in her heart at the thought of having earned an intimate nickname. not from just anyone, but from you â the aeon of life, the very first living being that came to existence and decided to bless other lifeless things into meaningful ones. the aeon of life whose love and care held no bounds, reaching all over galaxies and world â even to ones that were distant and lone â embracing them in your love and care.
acheron liked the nickname âacheâ. a heron liked to enjoy her time beside you. with you.
holding hands, eating floating ice creams and magical popcorns, the two of your take your sweet time during your detour to the clockie statue in golden hour. some people stopped you to ask for your autograph or a selfie together. it had become a common thing for you to experience ever since you got isekaid into this world.
the way you stopped to laugh at acheronâs face, where she had undoubtedly made a mess when eating her newly favorite peach flavored ice cream, the way you took out a napkin, wiping away the mess from her lips in such a tender manner caught the attention of a certain bloodhound. gallagher watched, jealous and other unknown bitter feelings swirling inside him as he watches your âdateâ with acheron from a bit away. he didnât understand why he was so jealous. he was already in your grace, having come home to you many times while the ranger hadnât came home to you even once.
but coming home, being in your grace and going on dates with you and holding hands were two completely different things. maybe he should invite you to come over at siobhanâs bar more.
finally, the pair of you made it to the clockie statue. when nearing to your destination, you felt the metal clawed hand of acheron tightening around yours. she seemed sad over the fact she had to let you go. it was nice to be beside you. holding hands, making jokes, feeling of belonging and comfort easily sweeping over her in waves that she never felt before. and yet she had to let go now. the express members were looking at you two weirdly.
âitâs alright, ache. weâll go on more walks together later, okay? you have my phone number after all. you can text me if you wantâ your soothing voice graces her ears, filling the empty void of her heart. the woman remembers now. you gave her your number on the way here.
nodding, very reluctantly, acheronâs hands lets go of yours. immediately she wanted to reach out to hold your hand again, to feel the warmth of the sun from your skin again. but she holds herself back, afraid that she might scare you off with how forward she may come off as.
âsee you later!â
âaaah⌠hopefully, today wonât be filled with creepy stalkers or annoying fans running after meâŚâ you groan out, slumped over on one of the seats at the theme park. there wasnât much people around, even if there were, the people here were too immersed in the exhilarating experience of the theme park. this place really was the world of dreams, huhâŚ
âgood afternoon, everyone. this is the ipc broadcast, coming back with news from all over the galaxyâ one of the radios that was placed around the theme park speaks up, the familiar voices of the two npcâs coming through to catch some gossip loving folksâ attention.
âyesterday, at the world of dreams penacony, many people have reported to seeing their excellency, the aeon of life, going on a date with a certain mysterious purple haired womanâ oh fuck no. no more gossip regarding the most basic things you do. please, no more scandals.
âsome reports have stated that their excellency was sighted holding hands and going around one of the most famous dreamscapes of penacony â the golden hour â in a seemingly intimate date with the womanâ it wasnât a date! besides, people were too damn invested into your life.
groaning and silently spewing curses under your breath, you tune out the rest of the news broadcast, instead focusing on the taste of soulglad in your hand. at least there werenât anyone around to bother you today. or anyone to spook you by just silently standing behind you. breathing down your neck, quietly standing there as if waiting for you to slowly turn around with âitâs behind me, isnât it?â.
wait thatâs too specific.
âyour excellenââ
âwhAT THE FUCK?!â safe to say, you jumped out of your seat when the familiar soothing voice of dan heng reached your ears. some people around turned to give you a weird or concerned stare.
âdan heng?! the hell are you doing here? arenât you supposed to be back at the express?â you choke out, thankfully having not thrown your glass of soulglad in your fright. in return, the quiet dragon only tilts his head slightly, a sheepish look on his face. he lowkey reminded you of a puppy with that faceâŚ
âi came here to check on the other express members. they werenât replying to me in the group chat. and nowââ
ââ and now youâre lostâ you finish for him, waiting, keeping an eye contact to see if he would deny or agree. to which he simply nodded his head as slight pink hue spread over his cheeks.
âalright where do you need to go?â
âthe golden hour, clockie statueâ
âalright, alright. jeez, whatâs up with you guys always meeting up at the statue?â
âuhm⌠your excellency?â
âyeah?â
âcan we⌠hold hands?â
tomorrow, another hit news was broadcasted by the ipc broadcast, speaking of how the aeon of life was spotted going on another date with a young, handsome man from the astral express.
#nobu.writes#self aware hsr#self aware honkai star rail#sahsrau#hsr x gender neutral reader#hsr x reader#hsr x y/n#hsr x you#dan heng x y/n#dan heng x you#dan heng x reader#acheron x reader#acheron x you#gender neutral reader#gender neutral insert
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DPxDC Gala, But It's Not Wayne, It's Masters
This just lives rent-free in my brain, so I'm here to share. And maybe get help.
Batfam probably don't only go to galas and events in Gotham, right. Bryce Wayne is a rich bitch and WE has contracts and ties around the world, so Wayne Wards have to attend events out of state (and out of country) from time to time. This time, they are invited by Vladimir Masters, the owner of DalvCo.
Coincidentally, Vladimir Masters is rumored to have some hidden Kryptonite stash. So Bruce decides to go, taking some of his kids with him, because it is also rumored that Masters has two wards of his own, and, first, Bruce has to bring his kids for disguise, second, he needs them for some team building, bonding and whatnot, and last, he really needs to check if Masters' children are living in a safe environment. Cue all his family making fun of him for wanting to adopt more kids.
What makes the jokes even worse is that both Master's kids have black hair and blue eyes.
When they arrive, they are greeted with a sight of a full-sized gothic castle. It looks really out of place in Illinois, but the vampire vibes are there, definitely. And said vibes only become stronger when they meet Vladimir and his kids - all three of them are giving the Batfam goosebumps, and not in a good way. Now, the things capable of giving Bats goosebumps are very, very limited. And never good.
Vladimir - he insists they call him Vlad - is a fairly tall, gray-haired man with piercing eyes. His smile is nice and polite, but it kind of reminds Tim of Ra's, which is, well, not a good thing. But overall, he is... Okay. They can definitely take him down if they need to (they really can't, but they don't know it).
The kids, though. They are twins, probably fifteen or sixteen, a boy and a girl, and they look like they came straight from a horror movie. Calm and even, mirroring each other's gestures and finishing each other's sentences, no facial expressions, and they don't seem to be blinking. Cass has a hard time getting anything from the way they hold themselves - they seem to only show any kind of emotion when they are addressed. Damian can't shake off a feeling of being watched, even though the twins barely look at him. Tim, raised in a family of socialites, notices how both of them have really nice manners, the kind you learn when someone teaches you etiquette specifically.
Bruce is unnerved by the sight. Are the kids mind controlled? Are they okay? This is definitely not how kids should act at fifteen at a gala, holy shit. Granted, he's seen not that many kids at galas, but the point still stands.
Now, at this point, I have a few ways this can go. First one, the suffering orphans way, Danny and Dani are actually controlled by Vlad, who wanted perfect heirs. Second, the little shits way, Danny made a deal with Vlad to attend a gala and Dani joined him, so now they are having fun with acting as eerie as possible since Vlad strictly forbidden them from shenanigans. This can be either redeemed Vlad or not. Third, the demonic twins' way, where Vlad is definitely redeemed and is taking care of the Fenton kids, raising them however he sees fit. Jazz is also under his care, but she is mostly an adult now, and they have more of a 'caretaker on paper and legally not old enough to live on her own' relationship than a 'parent and daughter' one.
Do the Waynes befriend them? Do Bats get caught while investigating? Do Danny and Dani cause trouble at the gala? Maybe they get to prove to Bruce that they are, indeed, perfectly happy about living with Vlad?
Inspired by this art
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc x dp#batfam#tim drake#batman#damian wayne#cassandra cain#vladimir masters#demon twins#but its different twins#or wait maybe its not how about still fitting damian and danny being twins/siblings here#anyway i'm just throwing things up on the wall right now#feel free to add on#thoughts?#cork prompts#cork writes
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Hello! How are you? This is my first time requesting so I hope this is okay, but can I request a shorter scenario g1 Optimus, Ratchet, Jazz and Ironhide with a human s/o lives for chaos? They would point at Megatron and say âbitchâ just for the reaction. đŠľ
Cursing Megatron out
Ps I'm sleep deprived af it's 12am right now and just finished this so enjoy.
Word count: 2.3k
Warning: description of fighting, swearing
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Optimus Prime
They yell loudly as Megatron goes to grab them, they smash him in the face with a tire iron as he is then tackled by Optimus. The Decepticon leader had ruined their date night. They flip him off as Optimus throws Megatron across the ground, his servo wraps around them quickly pulling them closer as they scramble up onto his shoulder. "Eat shit and die Fuck face!" They yell at Megatron.Â
Optimus clutched their small form protectively against his plating, battling protocols roaring. Had circumstances been different, the Prime would have roared in fury at your fierce defence against the tyrant but he was dealing with trying to keep them safe.Â
Megatron howled, clutching a fist to his dented face as energon streamed between digits. His optics blazed murder, craving nothing more than to snuff the fluttering spark of Optimus' and the human he held so closely.Â
"You've made a grave error this day, little beast. No corpse shall hide you from my wrath!" Megatron bellowed, brandishing his fusion cannon as if to raze the very earth. His field screamed promised agony that sent lesser mechs scampering for shelter.
Optimus vented his battle mask into place, tucking them securely against the safety of his backstrut. weapons primed and wrathful fields promising eons of hurt against any who dared to touch his Human.   Â
"You shall not harm them, Megatron. Leave. now. while your spark yet functions," Optimus warned in a voice low and in a heavy growl that sounded feral and unlike the Prime.
"Maybe you should get Shockwave to give you a facial reconciliation!, oh wait I did it already!" They sneer back from Optimus' shoulder at Megatron. Their teeth are bared at him as they snarl. If anyone else had seen the human they would have thought they were an animal.
Optimus suppressed an amused sigh at their show of fangs, so small yet fearless against the monster terrorising his people for millennia. Megatron bellowed in foaming rage, lunging toward where they perched upon Optimus's armoured pauldron. "Insolent pest! I shall grind your bones to powder and force-feed them to - aggh!"
A well-placed shot from Optimus's ion blaster struck the warlord, toppling the tyrant shrieking to the dirt. "Last warning, Megatron. Leave. or face me," Optimus rumbled, field pulsing protectiveness intertwined with fierce Protection. Â
With a snarl Megatron takes off. Once both Optimus and his human lover settle from the adrenaline and battle protocols. Optimus cradled their small form within his battle-worn servo, venting slow ex-vapor to purge lingering fumes. His optics dimly regarded their fragile body.Â
"That was a foolish act of bravery, little one," Optimus rumbled gently, digit carefully brushing across their forehead and down their cheek admiring their eyes alight with fire. His spark swelled at the determination. Â
"Sorry, I.. I got caught up in the moment, he missed me off ruining date night" they huff out while pressing their face into his neck cabling. Their body shakes from the adrenaline. "I hit Megatron with a tire iron" they whisper as it slowly registers in their own brain.
Optimus vented a soft huff of static, equal parts worry and weary amusement filling his field at their admission. "A valiant act indeed, though foolhardy against one as powerful as he," rumbled Optimus, vocals warm with approval despite the danger of the situation. His optics flicker in fondness. âPlease do not do that againâÂ
RatchetÂ
 Megatron let's out a horrific scream as he gets electrocuted. He hadn't noticed the humans who had shoved the taser between the plates of his armour. "Get Tazered Bitch, not so fucking tough now huh?" They shout at the downed Decepticon only to be scooped up by Ratchet. Ratchet swept them into his servo with a staticky huff, deftly dodging the warlord's flailing blows as voltage shocks wracked Megatron's colossal frame. His field buzzed approval at their fearless defence of him.Â
"Reckless sparkling! You'll deactivate my rusting struts with stunts like that," Ratchet grumbled, though optics shone bright relief beneath grizzled plating. Megatron howled upon the earth, shaking off aftershocks that would crush the stoutest Autobot, madness glinting a terrifying helm snapped halfway 'twixt beast and machine.
Ratchet backed swiftly from flailing reach, hoisting their small form beyond harm's sight. Ratchet takes off transforming around them before he begins scolding the for how stupid they were, how dangerous it was. And the fact Megatron would personally hunt them now.
"Have you any idea how foolish that stunt was?!" Ratchet's engine revved indignantly even as he sped across the scarred earth, his cabin vibrating with barely-suppressed wrath and equal measure relief.Â
His sensors remained fixed upon the precious organic cargo nestled within his altforms cab, monitoring vital readings "Do you want a personal vendetta from Megatron? Because that's how you get a personal vendetta, you glitched little slagger!" Medical scans analysed each minute shift of breath.Â
"Reckless, Just...do not scare me so, small one," Ratchet rumbled quietly, worried and care etched in every bolt and wire.Â
"He had it coming Ratchet, plus that Amazon taser is getting a 10/10. 'WORKS GREAT, I Tazed a large alien warlord and he screamed like a bitch, will in fact work on creeps on the street' " they laugh while they look in the revision mirror to make sure they aren't being followed by said Decepticon.
Despite himself, Ratchet's engine sputtered an amused huff at their tone - so fearless in the face of giants who had destroyed armies. "Oh I've no doubt - the reviews certainly won't lack colour!" Ratchet agreed wryly, subtly activating scanners to sweep their escape route while watchful optics remained pinned to their reflection.Â
His vents sighed relief upon confirming no stalking signatures upon their trail, enemy or otherwise. Swinging wide the Ark's bunker doors, Ratchet transformed with care not to jostle his delicate cargo. Blue optics peered down aglow with a glare "Come now, troublemaker. No more outings for the next month for you while the oaf licks his wounds." His states while guiding them to the medbay.Â
âno fair Ratchet!âÂ
Jazz
They cling onto Jazz as the bot hides behind a boulder, multiple autobots had been out when the Decepticons had attacked. They are held tightly by Jazz as he debates the best possible to get them out of there unscaved.
Jazz vented softly, hugging their form protectively against his plating as pedefalls rumbled outside their scant cover.Â
"Ain't nothin' t'fear, li'l light. Ol' Jazz'll getcha outta here one piece, ya feel me?" he murmured soothing static against their ear, subtly scanning surroundings through plating. An opening presented itself, if he could provide distraction just long enough...
Pressing a swift kiss to their forehead, Jazz.â Go, sweetspark! Ain't got but a klik - I'm right behind ya!" Jazz called desperately over the roar of weapons, swerving and banking with abandon to keep pursuers engaged but alive.Â
 "Hey ol' buckets 'a bolts! Over here!" With that, he peeled from cover in a burst of speed, transforming mid-leap to present the biggest possible target, tailfins flared wide. Weapon systems engaged, greeting the three pursuing seekers with enthusiastically snarky exclamations as he led them on a merry chase. His sole purpose in those seconds - buy precious time, before sharply veering back toward cover with afterburners blazing.Â
They do take off running but stop as they see Megatron advancing towards Jazz. They aren't far from either bot and in a split moment of bravery or stupidity their shoe is off and being flung right at Megatron's helm. "Your shit ass piece of Junk you lay a fucking hand on my boyfriend and I'll rip you apart with a fucking Magnet and plyers, don't you fucking test me you dipper wearing, goofy as looking supervillan wannabe!" They shout. It make the whole battlefield go almost dead silent. " Yea you fucking hear my bucket head, ill make you wish you were rusting!" They shout again.Â
Jazz's optics widened in horror behind his visor, witnessing your defiant act through static-laced vision. Fear gripped his struts like freezing polyhexian tundra.Â
Megatron's helm barely shifted from the impact, regarding their small form with optics glinting cruel amusement. His cannon charged with purpose to squash resistance as pointless and fleeting as an organic.
"Foolish creature. Your lives mean less than insects" Megatron sneered, taking ponderous steps their way that may as well have been a funeral march. The field around him broadcast murderous intentions that sent even the seasoned warriors around bolting for cover.Â
Jazz would not be denied. With a grief-stricken keen that curdled energon in lines, he flung himself between you and that doom-wielding arm aiming to end what meaning he had left. His field pulsed frenzied protectiveness tangled with pleas no words could voice.Â
"Ya want 'em, Megs, you'll hafta go through me first! An' I been dancin' this dance a long time..." Jazz spat static. Jazz was quick to get them out of there grabbing them and taking off. It isn't until they were back at the Ark did he finally transform, arms wrapped around them as he gives the a peace of his mind.
Jazz clutched their body against his chest plates long after abandoning the battle site, fleeing farther than ever felt safe from those sworn to end all he had left. His engine roared wildly, fuel pump pounding faster than any sabotage mission's duration against the relief of delivering them from harm.Â
Only within the Ark's fortified bunker did his struts unlock enough to collapse wearily to the floor, holding them close as grateful cries and static escaped in equal measure. "Don't you ever fraggin' do that ta me again, ya hear?" Jazz gasped brokenly at last, cupping their face desperately within his quaking palm. His visor glimmered tears unshed, relief and terror warning in equal measure.Â
"Can't lose ya...yer all Ah got left in this mess. Please, li'l light...don' scare me like that." Raw emotion clogged his vocalizer to near uselessness, pressing reverent kisses between choked intakes.Â
"He was going right for you baby!, I'm not letting the 3 tonne prick hurt you, so what I lost a shoe next time it will be a hydro flask of salt water and I hope it dents his helm" they state as they grab his face plate returning his kisses with fevor.
Jazz huffed a static-tinged laugh at their fierce declaration, so brave yet trembling in his gentle grasp. His cooling fans cycled accelerated drafts, systems still buzzing from terrors faced alone to shield them from doom's sightless gaze.Â
"Frag if ya ain't the bravest thing this side'a Cybertron," Jazz rumbled. He pressed his faceplate into their shoulder holding them tightly, not willing to let go yet. Curling them protectively against the humming mass of his spark, Jazz vented shaky ex-vents. "Mah brave, beautiful li'l light...keep shinin' that fire, sweetspark." Jazz whispered raggedly into their shoulder.Â
IronhideÂ
 Ironhide shoots at Megatron. His human companion latched to his back as he uses his body as a shield so the war lord couldn't get them. But they were making it rather hard as they tried antagonising Megatron.Â
"Damn did they build you like a shit box on Cybertron or did you pick this form yourself!" They shout out.Â
Ironhide careened across the scarred terrain, engine roaring as his heavy cannons unloaded volley after volley into the Con warlord's encroaching chassis. Megatron's howls shook the earth, armour blistering under Ironhide's righteous fury for daring to threaten his human lashed securely to broad backstruts.
"That's it, slaggertits, dance for me!" Ironhide bellowed back at Megatron.Â
Megatron lunged forward through a hailstorm of plasma, cannons charging in a frenzy to end lives denying his rule. But Ironhide spun on a dime, releasing another blast to cave in an optical relay before transforming ram-tight around you both.Â
His engine pounded like the Pit below, field alive with devotion harsh as his bearing yet gentle as newborn sparks flickering against red-and-blue armorweave. When Megatron gets too close they lob a can of WD-40 At him which Ironhide shoots cause it to explode in his face. "Get sunbeam shitlips!" They yell in delight as Ironhide takes off with them trying to get to safety.
"That's enough outta you, squishy," Ironhide rumbled, yet his cannons sang in harmony with your unbound spirit. His mission remained unchanged - shield the light of life, defying all forces that sought to smother its radiance. Ironhide's cannon fire consumed the volatile projectile in a brilliant fireball, engulfing Megatron in inferno. As they take off leaving Megatron in a fireball of energon and wounds.Â
"Right in the visual output, squishy!. Primus, I think I'm in love," Ironhide roared instatically, tires biting earth as he tore across the ravaged wastes well beyond enemy sensors. His spark soared like the smelting winds of Vos. Ironhide's engine purred a low rumble as his struts unwound, tension leaching from armour plating now safe. His field pulsed weariness, yet underlying it swirled pride and fierce gratitude for your indomitable spirit so small, yet burned brighter than any star.
"Can't say I approve of y'all's antics out there, squishy. But Primus if you didn't frag up that rustbucket good," Ironhide chuckled, copper-sheened plating creaking in amusement. Never had he witnessed such fearless bravery, nor met a soul so worthy of the praise.
"He had it coming, Ironhide!You're not going to tell prime are you?" They had just faced down Megatron and cursed him out yet they were worried over being ratted out. Ironhide's engine grumbled a tired huff, his massive frame unwinding into a sprawl across the barren earth. He transforms lifting them up into his arms
"I'd be a fool to deny you put the fear of Primus in that rustbucket," Ironhide chuckled. "But Prime's got enough weighin' his wires. Don't need him fryin' more circuits over our antics." A digit gently booped their nose, gaze softening. "Your spark burns brighter than all the Well's glory. Ain't no mech takin' that from you - least of all one as glitching as Megs."
"Our secret?" They asked looking up at him.
"Our secret, squishy.â Ironhide replied, massive frame creaking gently as massive fingers curled to cradle them against his chassis.
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"You...love me? HAHAHAHHA! You must be out of your sick, pretty little head..."
"You're my angel."
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X READER
LUCIFER IS CHECKING his phone as he had messaged you about something important. It's been a while since he seen you after you left with Charlie.
The King of hell himself keeps lifting his phone and putting it down acting as if he isn't desperate to see his favorite person. I mean of course his daughter is like his other half, but no one is his best other half than his first servant who never knew how important they are to the big boss of hell himself.
The king of hell himself is totally not obsessed over you, and totally not protective of youâŚ.
god he so is as he wants to hold you again his armsâŚ..
Lucifer fiddles with a duck by him that seems to resemble you with your natural smile and black accessories. "Cmon cmon cmon" Lucifer says as he eyes the phone for any response. Minutes must have passed as he gets off his chair and start to pace back and forth.
"Okay okay..calm downnn Lucifer, you're the man. You can handle a little reunion with them." He says to himself as he grips his hat. He kept pacing not noticing you coming out of the shadows of a corner.
You literally just woke up to see it was an "emergency" on your phone and got ready quickly. You didn't mean wake up to see the king pacing back and forth talking to himself.
"Uuuh how do I start a conversation again...Okay, ask them how the weather is. Or maybe ask them how their day is...." he says as he slumps in defeat . "Ugh this is useless!"
He grabs his phone and looks at it like a rejected puppy as he was about to call you only to hear a voice.
"Sir?"
Lucifer jumps, almost dropping his phone and turns to you quickly with whiplash as he smiles. "My angelll!" He says teleporting over to you and hug you while spinning you around. You looked confused as you were sure an emergency would make someone not so smiley. Or excited.
"Sir what is the emergency. Are you going to a meeting you don't want to go?" You said asking as you turn into vapor moving out of his hug.
Lucifer falls on his face after you got out of his arms. He picked himself up with a derpy smile as he dust himself off, he looks at you as you are ready for his command as he awkwardly smiles at you.
"Actually there is no emergency..." he said putting his hands together looking at you.
There was silence as you both stare at each other. His derpy expression and your blank one as you looked at your watch.
"...okay bye."
"WAIT NO!" He yells grabbing onto your legs as you stumbled.
"Then sir what is it? Just tell me the truth please." You say at the man below you having puppy eyes as he gets up clearing his throat.
"Almost lost my cool there." He thought as he dust himself again. "I want you..to hang out with me!" Lucifer says smiling with his hands out doing Jazz hands with fireworks.
He did that on purpose to see if it convinced you or not. He knows you can't resist his beautiful fireworks.
"....."
"...."
You sigh as you rub your eyes, he really hasn't changed ever since you left.
"Fine Luci, I'll hang out with you. Just let me notify Charlie that I'm with you."
Lucifer nodded excitedly with a hint of pink to his cheeks after you called him "Luci". As you turned around to call Charlie as Lucifer was pumping the air excited and jumping as he dances with your duck doubleganger.
Charlie had said that it was fine as long as you two have fun. You nodded hanging up as you turn to see Lucifer standing still trying to act as if he didn't do an excited dance.
"She said yeah, so I guess we can hang out. What you want to do sir." Lucifer just stand there before it clicked in his head that his plan worked.
"Oh! Uhm..shit! Welllll we could go shopping." He says pulling out a golden credit card as he waves it between his fingers with a toothy smile.
You hum nodding with a smile, "Doesn't seem like a bad start Lucifer. Not bad indeed."
Lucifer smiles smug at your praise as he holds out his hand to grab yours. You put your hand on his as a gold wave comes over you both teleporting the two demons to the shopping area of the pride ring.
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YOU MUST ADMIT, this was amazing as you almost spent 500k.
Lucifer didn't think you would be spending so much money as he was behind you holding shopping bags. As much as he hates to say it, you have a shopping addiction. But that's what he loves about you. He love that he can buy you things you want without a care in hell.
After you two exited out of the clothing shop, you spotted a bakery. Lucifer was holding your hand while walking, so when you stopped, he stopped and turn to see what you were looking at.
"You want that my love?" He asked looking at your face which showed hunger for sweets. Hell you didn't even care if you heard him call you a nickname, the only thing in your mind was the bakery and what was displayed what seemed to be a [favorite flavor] cake.
You nodded drooling as Lucifer chuckled as he brings you over there with a soft smile. You both entered to be kinda surrounded by demons who either fangirl over Lucifer or was just shock to see the king of hell to be with someone who doesn't even look powerful.
Lucifer wasn't great with the people around so you made shadow bodyguards as they push the demons away while you two order the cake. Lucifer chuckled under his breath as he watches your mouth drool taking the pastry bag with a huge smile. It wasn't expensive but it was worth it.
While you sat at the bench eating the cake with a huge smile and some cake frosting smudge on your face, Lucifer was doing his own thing as he sweats looking at two pair of rings.
One of the pair was duck theme matching rings, while the other had your first letter of your name and the same for Lucifer. So he got two as he sigh, he just couldn't pick only one. So he put the duck theme on his fingers as he smiles at the one that would fit your ring finger.
He smiles at the thought of you wearing the ring he brought for you as he blushes with a soft puppy expression....
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AS YOU FINISH your desert, Lucifer poofs next you with an apple scent and red smoke. Lucifer had a proud smile as he sits next to you and lift your hand.
You raised brow as he puts the duck theme ring on your finger as he shows you with a happy smile he also had one. You must admit it was cute as you put your hand in-front of your face checking the ring. Your silence while checking the ring was making him nervous as he had thoughts.
"Oh no..do they not like it. Damnit! I should've know to put on the golden one with our initials!" He thought as he also thought about you rejecting him harshly.
"You...love me? HAHAHAHHA! You must be out of your sick, pretty little head..." Fantasy you said as you smirk smugly, tossing the ring At Lucifer's face as Lucifer looks defeated.
Your voice snapped Lucifer backed into reality as you smile happily, "Yo, this is so cute Luci!" You said looking at him as he chuckles pulling his collar off his neck a bit. He was relief you liked the ring gift, he looked at your hand and liked how cute you looked.
"Hahah...well I'm glad you like the gift my angel!" He said cheesing his sharp teeth towards you as he grips your hand into his. There was a calming silence between you two as demons walked past.
Lucifer cleared his throat looking away from you but still gripping your hand, "Sooo...what else you wanna do?" He asked looking down nervously.
"Well, it seems we still have time. I guess we could lunch since we mostly just shopped." You said looking at your watch.
Lucifer smiled, "Can it be at my home, I don't think I can handle too much attention." He asked you chuckling as you nodded. You don't mind not being part of the public eye.
The king himself smiles as he poofs out his apple cane and taps the ground as gold waves around the two of you. The shopping bags and you both are now in his palace as he smiles.
"Welcome home dear." He says kissing your hand.
You only chuckled not taking it in an imitate way but a friendly way. But you still felt flustered as he stares into your eyes, it was like he was hypnotized by them as his eyes dilated like a cat. You could've sworn you heard a purr as he smiles lovingly at you until you pointed at the way of the kitchen.
As much as you haven't been here for a long time, you still remember where things were. "Luci, we should get ready for lunch." You says softly towards him as you pick his chin up to face you as he purrs at you with a soft pink tone to his cheeks.
You stare with a raised brow, "Lucifer?" That seemed to snap him out as he just stand there embarrassed of his drunk love for you as he just nods and walk without saying a word.
As you watch him leave, he bumps into a wall before chuckling turning around and doing finger guns at you as he quickly fixed his mistake and run to the kitchen to make lunch.
You chuckle behind your hand as you look at the duck ring, "That dork..." you said quietly to yourself as you let your two pair wings out.
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A WHIFF OF APPLE hits your nose as you are wearing one the outfits you bought from Luci's card. Apparently he painted the card gold as it was originally black as he didn't like colors that were plain like that. When you were alive a black card meant you were the most wealthiest person alive. So you could've guessed that why the card never ran out after you almost bought 500k of stuff.
You walk elegantly to the kitchen where you suppose the king of hell is at. As you walk, the scent of apple and cinnamon hits your nose hard as your stomach growled. Turning a sharp left to the kitchen to see Lucifer out of his white coat as he smiles at you coming into the kitchen.
"Ah, finally took your time getting ready for lunch Y/N!" He says cupping his hands together with a small smile with his sharp teeth. He got up and pulled the chair for you to sit.
He really wanted you to see him being a gentleman as you sat on the chair. He pushes the chair to the table for your liking and sat across of you.
"Soo...it's been a while so I made an Apple cinnamon pie..haha. I hope you like it my angel." He says as a pie suddenly appears in front of you on a nice plate with red markings. You smiled grabbing a fork and eating it. Lucifer also had a piece as he eats, he was hoping you liked the pie as he actually had to look for a recipe instead of burning the kitchen.
Your eyes sparkled with a smile, âHoly shit! This is the best pie I had LuciâŚgoddamn!â You smile wildly at the taste of the pie, it seemed to satisfy your hunger for the sweet lunch meal as Lucifer smiles at your smile as he eats his own pie.
âIâm glad you love it dear. Made it special for you, since I love you and all that.â He said catching you off guard.
âWhat?â
âWhat.â
Now Lucifer blush wildly catching what he said, he cleared his throat. âYou know, like a dear friend! Hahaha! I so absolutely love you dearly old friend!â He was sweating bullets with an awkward smile as you stare confused but pushed it off as you smiled
âSure, I love you too dear friend.â You said back as you start to finish eating. As you two talk, Lucifer ranted about how he sucks trying to talk to his daughter based on his depression and loneliness after his wife left him. You nodded as you remembered how Lucifer made you sleep in his room after Lilith left. He was so lonely and had some slight anxiety panic attacks about you leaving as well.
Before you two noticed, it was time for you to go back to the hotel as your hell phone rang at the contact name.
â¤ď¸CHARLIE CALL INCOMINGâ¤ď¸
>decline >accept
You picked up the phone as Lucifer grabbed your plate with a hum as he went to put the plates up. You accepted the call as it is your duty to protect the royal family, you heard Charlie asking when you are coming back to the hotel as you could have sworn you heard a pout in her tone.
You chuckled as you look at Lucifer cleaning the plates who is obviously happy to have you next to him. You wanted to leave but you actually had fun with the majesty of hell himself.
âHold on Char.â You said pulling the phone from your ear as you look at Lucifer.
âYour daughter says itâs time for me to go back the hotel Lucifer.â You say getting up, dusting off your (color palette) clothes.
You couldnât see his face but his face had a pout as he places the plates down, drying his hands as he sighs. He turns to look at you patiently waiting for his words, but no words came out as he wrap his arms around your waist. His head in your neck as he smelt your signature scent from your body. You could smell his scent was apple with hint of vanilla.
You thought Lucifer was sad that you had to go, and you were right as he hold you tighter to his body. âDonât leave meâŚplease..â he says softly as his breath hits your neck making you shudder confused at this feeling.
âUh Hello!â
The two powerful demons jolted from each other not realizing the princess of hell was still on the phone. You quickly put the phone to your ear as you gave her an answer.
âSorry Char, your dad really needs me. But I can come first thing in the morning. Donât worry!â You say smiling as Lucifer was doing his happy dance in his head. Charlie sighs sadly but you reassured her that you would be there as fast as you could. She agrees finally and hangs up, next thing you know you are hugged again by Lucifer.
He has his hands on your hips as he smiles nuzzling his face in your neck. You chuckle at his weird gesture as he yawns.
Guess it was time to sleep.
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LUCIFER WAS IN DUCK PJS, while for you were in the bathroom as you looked at this robe he brought without you knowing. If was giving cunty wife vibes as the robe was slick in your favorite color but lighter. Your eyes sparkled putting it on as it felt beautiful on you.
Lucifer was waiting on you as he held his breath waiting to see you in the robe as he heard the bathroom door open. He couldâve sworn stars and a glowing vibe came off your natural beauty as you walked out looking fantastic. He blushes like a wild fire as you smile at him.
âDoes this suit me?â You said softly like baby lullaby.
He nods as he starts to purr at the sigh of you, his drink love coming back as he has a loving smile on his face as he looks at you walking to the bed. For you, itâs been a while since you slept in the same bed with him. So you kinda felt nervous, but that feeling went gone as he immediately pounced on you.
He was holding you closely as he nuzzles under your chin, itâs funny how the most powerful being in hell is acting so soft for you. But he didnât care as he had his eyes half-lidded looking up at you as he stares into your eyes. He slowly moved his arms around your waist as you blush at his movement, he bite his lip but stop as he puts you ontop of him.
âLuci?..â you said weary but he only stared at you as you stare back into his half lidded eyes. âPleaseâŚjust donât leave me again..â he says softly as he pulls you close to his chest making you hear his heart beat.
You nodded as a smile grew on your face slowly at this moment. He rubs your back slowly making you tired, your eyes fluttered as you get knocked out seconds later. Lucifer stares at your face and kisses your head with a small gentle smile.
âYouâre my angel.â
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ââË .ŕżâË⧠BUBBLES IN MY CHAMPAGNE, LET IT BE SOME JAZZ PLAYINâ . . .OSAMU DAZAI
⢠SYNOPSIS. the port-mafia was infamous for throwing glamorous holiday parties every year. not only were you attending this time, but you were also finally going to be introduced as the port-mafia bossâ pretty girlfriend! orâŚthat was the plan.
of course, things never go according to plan.
a/n. merry christmas !! adding onto the xmas dazai fics jdjsjwn <3 this oneâs vv chaotic.
info. fem!reader. pm boss!dazai. pm exec!reader. fluff, angst, pinch of sugg. thereâs DRAMA. mentions of drinking. lil jealousy. dazai is a đŠ. the pm is filthy rich lmao. pazenia is a made up country. wc. 3.4k
âOh my.â
âHow do you like it?â
âItâs beautiful.â
The brunette chuckled as he waltzed towards you. You saw him appear behind you through the sizeable full-body mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist as you finished applying your lipstick.
âIt looks even better on you.â Dazaiâs fingers wandered playfully, tracing the curves the red dress he gifted you hugged so well. The tailoring was so impressiveâthe dress could fit noone else but you. And indeed, it was made exclusively for you, for the largest and most luxe corporate event of the year.
It was the Port Mafia Christmas party. Everyone was required to attend, and plus-ones were allowed too, stirring even more chaos into the affair. You were a Port Mafia executiveâof course you were going, but the night was going to be unique for another reason.
Tonight, the Port Mafia boss would confirm all the rumorsâŚall the gossip circulating the past few months. He was finally making your relationship with him official in front of everyone.
As if everyone still doesnât know.
Yet you were nervous. Keeping things an enigma actually worked in your favorâbesides suspicious stares with muffled voices and jealous women, you didnât have to worry about much. Dazai would take care of any problem. After all, you trusted him completely.
But now, everyone would know. You and Dazai had gone through all the downsidesâyou could become a potential target for any enemies, your name would rise even higher on the wanted list, and you could be stalked by frustrated, jealous menâŚhonestly, you two were almost too hot for your own wellbeing.
Just almost, because âIâll take care of it all. Iâll make sure nothing ever hurts you, darling.â
He whispered those words into your ear, sensing your anxiousness as you continued to look at your reflections.
âPlease donât worry.â
He did not speak in his usual teasing, playfully amorous voice. The brunetteâs face matched the seriousness of the topic you had both gone over multiple times, making sure that the other wanted to still go through with it. You both didnât want to force the decision of your relationship upon the otherâthough it was Dazai who had suggested the idea, the choice rested entirely on you. He ensured you knew you could change your mind anytime you wanted.
And Dazai wished you could see that he truly, would go to the ends of universes to make sure you were safe.
You gave him a reassuring smile. âI wonât,â you replied. âIâm only worried about you. I need to be by your side at all times to fight any bad guys that come for you.â
And girls. If you were being honest, you always felt a bit sick thinking about other women wanting him. Maybe this is why your nerves hadnât backed you out yetâŚyou wanted everyone to know their leader was indeed taken.
Dazai laughed more heartily than he intended to at the comment. He, the now Port Mafia superior commander, known even before as the Demon Prodigy, was being talked to in concern that he needed a sidekick to help him.
Though, he was also the same man whose mind was full of fervor for one girl. You giggled, seeing the apparent blush on Dazaiâs face when you fixed his black tie. He was matching with you, of courseâhis red attire was the ruby scarf.
âPerfect,â you mused when you were done. âWow, youâre handsome.â
âAnd youâre ethereal,â Dazai responded, putting on your coat. âReady to go shock everyone?â
âAs if half of the mafia doesnât already suspect anything between us, Osamu,â you smiled.
âHmmâŚyouâre right.
âOf course theyâd think Iâd sought after the prettiest woman in the world.â A coy grin snuck back onto his lips.
âŚ
It was evident your lover had good taste, not only in outfits. He chose to rent out one of the big hotels as the venue for the partyâvery fitting for the filthy-rich organization.
The first thing you noticed when you stepped out of the limo was the massive Christmas tree in the center of the hall.
âWoah.â There were at least fifty gifts under it already.
You noticed Dazaiâs brows suddenly furrow as he, too, inspected the presents.
âOsamu?â
âBella, remind me who this person is again.â
He picked up a present, showing you a familiar name.
âOh!â He was the assistant under your wing. You two had worked together for yearsâyou had built up a lot of trust and a friendship to have him in charge of some of your responsibilities.
âI see. Donât mind that; I forget some of my men sometimes.â
You nodded, though you felt a bit unsure about his response. Regardless, you cast the thought aside.
What you didnât notice was the way Dazai showed you the package. The present was from your assistant, but the name it was for was entirely covered by the brunetteâs hand.
âWell, are you ready to go in?â Dazai asked, holding out a hand towards you.
âYeah, Iâm-â
âDazai!â
It was Kouyou, another executive. She saw you and greeted you, too.
âMy, youâre looking lovely today,â she chirped. âSo you and the boss are dating.â
You smiled. âYes.â
âWell, better tell everyone soon,â she told the both of you. âDazai, a daughter of a very infamous organization in Europe, is at this party as a plus-one. She wants to discuss a business proposalâŚâas soon as possible,â she said. Itâs confidential, too; she only wants you. Do you have a few moments to spare?â
Dazai immediately turned toward you, to which you nodded at him. âIt seems important, especially if sheâs from Europe.â
âYouâre sure?â Dazai asked. You were supposed to walk into the dining hall together to introduce yourselves as the power couple of the evening. âWhat aboutâŚâ
âYeah, the mafia is the priority. Iâll find you soon.â You were an executive, after all. The mafia existed to protect Yokohama City, so work should be an urgency.
âAlright,â he replied. He took another look at youâa singular, amber eye softened once he met your gaze. The other was hidden behind bandages, and so were the emotions of his heart. You couldnât tell what he was feeling at the moment.
âLetâs go, big sis.â He turned towards Kouyou, who led him out of the room.
Now alone, not counting the guards, you glanced at the presents again, picking up the one Dazai had previously questioned you about.
Oh! Your assistant gave you a present. You found it sweet; your assistant hadnât gifted you anything until this year. Now Dazaiâs reaction made senseâperhaps he had thought you had a secret admirer or something. You giggled at his assumed jealousy.
âŚ
You walked inside the dining hall by yourself, a large crowd already entertaining themselves inside. Everyone who saw you stopped to greet youâtheir executive, and you wished them a merry Christmas back with a friendly smile.
âHuh? So sheâs not dating him?â
You turned your head the slightest, pretending to grab a drink while you instead eavesdropped on two employees you hardly knew. Thank goodness they werenât the ones going out on missions to spyâthey were terrible at not being obvious.
âIâm not sure. But that underground aristocrat from Europe that everyone knows has a crush on the boss showed up to meet him. That huge Christmas tree by the staircases is actually a gift from her.â
âReally?! SoâŚmaybe she was the bossâ plus-one? Now thatâs wild. Everyone really had me believing he was seeing the executive.â
âYo!â Your attention was suddenly pulled from their conversation.
âYou good? Youâre overflowing your cup.â You had poured too much drink, so liquid was running all over the floor.
âShoot, I think she heard us!â you faintly heard behind you as the employees moved away.
âOh, yeah. Iâm so sorry,â you responded to your assistant who had found you. He handed you a few napkins to clean your hands and dropped a few more to mop the floor with his shoe.
âYou didnât need to help, and thank you,â you said as you cleaned up, too, feeling bad.
âAll good! Merry Christmas, by the way. Howâs your evening going so far?â
âGood, thank you,â you responded, half-truthful. You needed to find somewhere to process what you had just heard. Even if they were only rumorsâŚthey bothered you.
âI saw you got me a gift in the lobby,â you added, recalling earlier. âI was surprised! You havenât done that before, so I found it so sweet.â
âOh yeah!â he replied, and you didnât miss the pink that tinted his cheeks. âWho knowsâŚI may have had a change of heart this year.â
You chuckled innocently. âWell, whatever the reason, thank you! Iâm excited to see what you got.â
âOf course. I do hope you like it! Also, your dress. It looks good on you.â His voice sped up at his last comment.
âOh, uh, thanks-â
That was really awkward. You gave him mercy, thoughâŚyou hadnât even told him you were in a relationship. So, you tried to say to him that it was your boyfriend, Dazai, who had the dress made for you, but you were cut off.
Dazai had finally entered the room, but he was accompanied by that noblewoman everyone was speaking about.
Wow, she was gorgeous. Her hair was in a perfect blowout, and she wore an emerald green dress that fit her like a glove.
And with each step Dazai and this new woman took into the hall to be regarded by everyone, your heart sank a bit more into your stomach.
What??
âYou donât look so well. Are you okay?â Your assistant paid no mind to the mafia bossâ new commotion. He was wholly concerned for you.
âYeah. This drink tastes weird, but I canât put my finger on what.â Yet, you took another sip. What was going on? You had never doubted Dazaiâs love or loyalty toward you. Had you been so blind by your own to miss this?
Dazai didnât even bother trying to search for you. And the way the ladyâs arm touchingly clung around his infuriated you.
âHe was seeing some foreign princess all along?â
âThe boss always has to cause a scene with something new.â
âTheyâre kind of hot together, though.â
Now you really wanted to puke. You stared until the noblewomanâs eyes finally caught yours and dwelt on your figure briefly before turning toward Dazai and asking him something.
Dazaiâs lips read, âOkay!â before a guard approached you.
âThe boss is summoning all the executives to him,â he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, strolling over to him.
Fuck. You wanted to cry. Your heart was beating out of your chest.
You felt a bit better when the other executivesâKouyou and Chuuya showed up before you.
âMiss, these are the Port Mafiaâs three executives.â He introduced you individually, not meeting your eye when he went to you.
You wanted to leave. There was no point in being here anymore. What you thought would be a cheery Christmas Eve turned out to be the worst night ever. It couldnât have gotten any worseâŚ
âAnd this is the Lady of Pazenia,â Dazai said, introducing the woman. âOur most important foreign guest tonight.â
âSo, uh? Iâm kinda confused,â Chuuya commented. âMackerel boss, ya dating her or something?â He glanced at Dazai, the girl on him, and then you.
She responded for him. âWeâre getting acquainted tonight, thatâs all,â she replied smugly. Dazai chuckled. âYesâŚweâve communicated online a few times, but this is the first time weâre meeting face to face.â
What the fuck.
âOh, uh, okay.â For once, Chuuya didnât pester, didnât tease anymore. Because he was just as startled as you. He, too, suspected that you were dating the boss.
âIâm sorry, will you please excuse me? It was nice meeting you, mâlady; I hope you enjoy your Christmas with the boss.â You didnât even wait for a reply. You stormed off in the direction of your assistant. You were going to ask him to drive you home, and then youâd pack your things and then stay at a friendâs house for a few days to figure out what to do next.
Everything was crashing down like an avalanche.
But before you could get to him, the bastardâs subordinate stopped you.
âAkutagawa? Hi, Merry Christmas. Sorry, Iâm in a rush-â
âMerry Christmas, miss,â he responded, moving in front of you again when you tried to shift over. âArenât you going to rescue the boss? Has your emotion clouded your rationality so much you canât see things clearly anymore?â
âIâm sorry, what?â
You turned back towards the scene, and yeahâwhat you saw was your final straw. Akutagawa misjudged. Not even a glimmer of hope remained in you.
Somehow, they had ended up at the corner of the room. And lo and behold, Dazai and the Lady of Pazenia had ended up under the mistletoe, and many of the upper ranks surrounded them. There was even a Paparazzi.
You tried to push past Akutagawa, but he stopped you.
âWatch.â
Why? Did Dazai place him there to make sure you suffered through it all? This was so cruel. Tears welled up in your eyes as the room went quiet to watch.
âOh! Silly meâŚhow did I manage to get here?â
âIâm not sureâŚâ the woman replied flirtatiously. âBut you canât break a tradition, boss of the Port Mafia.â
âI guess I canât,â Dazai replied, leaning in. âBut, can we make a deal, Miss?
âYou can kiss me, but tell me where the real Lady of Pazenia is. The exact coordinates where youâre keeping her hostage. If thereâs anyone kept in place to secure or torture her.â
And the crowd suddenly gasped. She did, too, and a hand flew to her mouth.
âShit!â
About ten guards ran towards her, restraining her before she could do anything. Dazai calmly backed away, continuing to explain.
âThe business proposal was crafty and wouldâve led to our doom quite quickly. Youâre trying to overthrow your own government. So, you devised a cover-up to get the mafia to help you, with a deal to help us on our end, but just like your original goal, you want our cityâs government to fall into anarchy, too.
âAn underground noblewoman. You are exactly thatâquite literally.â Dazai sighed. âNo, Iâm not in a relationship with her, IâŚâ
Dazai finally met your eye, and his heart immediately sunk seeing you cry.
âOh my gosh,â he whispered, and he ran towards you, tightly embracing you.
You wanted to punch him, throw him awayâsomething, but you were surrounded by half the corporate. There was already enough scandal tonight, you didnât need to add any more.
âHah, itâs okay,â you responded audibly, hastily wiping tears. âYouâre a great actor, Osamu, really got me believing you were cheating on me for a second.â Words spurred out of your mouthâyou hoped you wouldnât regret it later.
Dazaiâs grip on you tightened to silently show you gratitude before he turned to your audience. âNow that the problem is out of the wayâMerry Christmas to you all.â A waiter handed him a glass of champagne, who had also gone around with multiple others to hand out drinks to everyone.
âAnd a special Merry Christmas to my girlfriend, right here.â He gave you a kind smile, and you tried your best to reciprocate your own. There were âaweââs and âthatâs so cuteââs about.
Dazai held his glass up towards everyone elseâs before toasting with yours.
âŚ
You stayed away from Dazai for the next hour. He respected your space for that longâin the meantime, you acted fine. You conversed with others, you laughed. Your assistant apologized for his comment on you earlierââI was completely oblivious to you and the boss! Iâm so sorry; I hope I didnât make you uncomfortable.â You laughed it off, telling him it was okay.
âHey, bella.â
Dazai had finally found you alone. You looked at him, facing the inevitable.
âIâm getting tired. Wanna sneak away with me?â
You hesitated. âWhere would we go?â
âThe drinks suck here, besides that champagne. I know Chuuya was definitely not in charge of this part.â
You had to agree with that one. You couldnât even finish the glass you overfilled earlier.
âŚ
Bar Lupin was surprisingly empty that night. The bar was Dazaiâs safe place, his getaway. You were constantly reminded of his genuine, complete trust in you whenever he took you here.
âIâm sorry,â Dazai apologized as you waited for your drinks. âWhat I did was brutal.â
âIt really fucking hurt,â you said, finally able to release your true feelings now that nobody else was around.
âI had to keep up the act to expose her. Her vulnerability was thatâŚshe had a crush on me? So, the most rapid way to gain her trust was to make her believe she had a chance. She didnât know I was seeing someone.â
âYou take acting too seriously. Youâre the Port Mafia boss, not some goddamn movie actor. You couldnât evenâŚmake eye contact with me? Give me a reassuring look or something?â
âYouâre right. Thatâs no excuse.â He took a breath. He had actually messed something up. He could predict and do everything else flawlessly until it came to the people he loved.
He always screwed it up.
âI set aside our relationship for a mission. Iâm really sorry, love. And I understand if it takes awhile for you to think through it all. The only thing I ask is for forgiveness.â
âI dunnoâŚit kind of seems like you enjoyed itâŚâ
That was a lie. You were just saying things out of spite now. You had rethought the previous events after recalling what Akutagawa had harshly told you without contextârescue the boss? Yeah, Dazai clearly didnât enjoy it. He never touched the woman back in any way, and his word choice was very cautious. Except one line.
âUs communicating online? Yeah, I knew sheâd just go along with it. I had to say that so Chuuya would stop pushing and blow my cover. Besides, you literally have my email login, darling. You see everything.â
âI really hate you sometimes, Osamu, you know?â you muttered as the bartender finally handed you two your drinks. You took a thirsty sip out of yours. You couldnât even stay mad anymore.
âIs that your way of saying you forgive me?â he chuckled, knowing the mood was lightening.
âNo. Youâre just tooâŚattractive. Like, why are you so hot? All the girls want youâŚI was actually quite relieved when you asked me if we should make things official so everyone could finally know that we belong to each otherâŚâ
Hah, if only you knew.
âYou donât assume I think the same? You almost pissed me off by hanging around your little assistant, too, belladonna. He clearly fancies you.â
You gulped, remembering his earlier compliment. âDonât do anything to himâhe didnât know. He does now.â
âHe better,â he simply replied. âAnd everyone else. Thereâs no excuse nowâyouâre the Port Mafia bossâ girlfriend.â
You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. The protectiveness was attractive. You pulled on Dazaiâs tie, reeling the rest of him towards you.
âAnd youâre my boyfriend,â you smiled.
To everyone else, Dazai was known as evil, suicidal, murderer, demon, saint. But to you, he was simply Osamu. Your boyfriend. And perhaps thatâs what he loved most of all. Across universes, you would not fail himânot even Odasaku succeeded so highly.
âAre you going to kiss me, bella?â Dazai asked, the signature smile back on his face.
âNo,â you teased, pushing him back. âIâm still mad at you. Nothing went according to plan.â
âNothing did,â the brunette replied. âBut isnât that whatâs so exciting about life? Life is unexpected, yet some good things can come out of it, such asâŚâ
He revealed a piece of mistletoe in his hand, holding it above you two.
âEven if youâre mad, you canât break a tradition,â Dazai spoke, swinging the plant back and forth.
You sighed before you both leaned in to kiss each other. Dazai pulled you onto his lap, and you kissed him even more feverishly. Your hands ran through his hair until the bandage around his head finally came undone, unveiling the rest of his pretty face.
You focused on his dilated, honey-colored eyes. Finally, they revealed what he was feeling. Comfort in having you in his arms again. In your warmth.
Everything felt too intense after that. He had started making out with you again, his hands were wandering you curiously, the dim lighting, the jazz instrumental, how tipsy you felt from the drinksâŚ
âLetâs just go home.â
âŚ
You were swaddled in Dazaiâs arms under the bed's covers at home. So sleepy. Dazai promised that the next day would treat the both of you betterâa peaceful Christmas gift.
âLetâs stop doing such large parties,â you said, looking up at the ceiling. âIt just calls for trouble, to be honest.â
âYeahâŚweâll have a small houseparty next time. Everyone else can do what they want.â
You were gently kissed on the forehead before the brunette softly whispered to you. âMerry Christmas, belladonna. I love you.â
âI love you too, Osamu.â
dazai told me heâd kiss u if u rb this. rbs are cherished; they are ur christmas gift to me! <3
tags: @kissesmellow21 @osaemu @ruanais + @lovedazai @chuuyrr @anqelically (i think u guys would like this <3)
Š AUREATCHI 2023. no reposts or translations. do not steal. support banner + animated divider by cafekitsune. heart lights divider by benkeibear. manga header made by me - DO NOT save/use.
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OH FUXK WAIT. w a i t.
The last time we collectively tried to find Prowl's cogged design was when the movie wasn't available in decent quality yet. Everything was blurry as fuck and I ended up thinking that was someone else.
But looking at his red chevron now. Yeah it HAS TO BE either Prowl or Bluestreak?? Right??
First! Lmao his chevron is still fucking tiny ahaha
Second. Thinking really intense if he doesn't have doorwings or he does but we can't see them because of the angle.....
Third...wow..that.. chest to waist to hips ratio...that's..yeah. If that design ends up being canon the fanart will be..it will be.
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#ref#maybe??#for later#damn if it's indeed wingless Prowl then I#well#Jazz has wings#we just gotta reverse all the famous doorwings tropes#hmm#I need to find the movie in highest quality possible and then dissect every second of that monent#I'm normal I swear
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Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 3k the night after cooper finds out about barb and vault tec he goes looking for something destructive to do. his plans were to get black out drunk, but then he finds you, and you're far more destructive đ¤ request info ⢠prompt list ⢠send me a request ⢠kofi ⢠masterlist minors DNI!! đ cw: cheating/affair sort of (he's asked for a divorce but it is not official yet), hate fucking, hair pulling, angst, shame, rough sex
There was a brief moment where Cooper wondered if he actually wanted this. Any of it. A divorce. A reason for Barb to get angry back at him. But he'd already decided in his mind, even if his heart was a little bit behind. The second he had removed his ring, setting it on the dashboard as he gripped the steering wheel, he'd sealed his fate.
With a deep breath, he left the vehicle and made his way towards the entrance of the bar. An expensive place, one he could afford now but potentially not for much longer depending on how the alimony worked out. But for tonight, at least, he could afford to be Cooper Howard, the movie star. Buying rounds, sending drinks in lieu of actual flirting, letting his money speak for him. Hopefully, given the clientele, he might attract someone worth hating himself for.
Because that's what he was here for. Someone else. Someone to comfort him. He didn't want his friends. He didn't want Barb. He wanted someone he could pin his anger to, someone to do something reckless with. Someone that would help him to understand that his marriage was over. A misdeed that would secure his separation.
He couldn't burn the bridge alone. Someone else needed to be there to hold his hand.
As his palm pushed open the door he was assaulted by the noise, and then the smell. A cacophony of chattering, soundtracked by the loud and frenetic jazz coming from the band on the stage. A sniff of perfume, the assault of cigarette smoke, and a lingering hint of desperation. It bode well to know that there were others here in the same state of mind as he was. Despite having this in common, however, Cooper refused to mingle, at least not until he was sufficiently addled by a few drinks. So he walked past the crowds and the groups at tables, noting each person who turned to comment on his presence which was almost all of them, and pretending to ignore the loud remarks and gestures as he found himself a seat at the end of the bar.
The darkened corner suited him, a slightly hidden spot for him to search out his target, his prey. But distanced enough that people might not notice him, or at least they might leave him alone. He wasn't sure if he would back out of this yet, and the isolation gave him the option at least. Although, as the hour passed by, Cooper felt distinctly lonely, a little bit put out by the lack of attention he had received. Even the bartender, who Cooper was sure had the look of a man who enjoyed a good Western, hadn't recognised him.
So when he noticed you staring, an attempt to surreptitiously confirm who you thought he was, his heart thumped, pathetically grateful for the morsel of attention you were offering him. He held back though. Nothing, he reasoned, would stink of desperation like speaking first, confirming that he was indeed the Cooper Howard to someone who might not know who he was, but just happened to find him attractive. But you were equally nervous, afraid to say anything to someone so far above your station. An actual movie star, and one you'd harboured a crush on to boot.
He was alone, but maybe that's how he wanted to be. What would you say to him anyway? How would you approach him? What did you expect was going to happen? He was a married man, you knew that from his interviews.
But there was no ring on his finger.
Rumours of Hollywood sham marriages, attempts to hide sexualities or proclivities that were a little too out there for mass consumption, but Cooper had always seemed so in love with his wife. Maybe he was a greater actor than you thought. Or maybe you'd caught him at his most vulnerable. Either way, you weren't brave enough to make the move, so with a sheepish smile towards the bar tender, you lifted your drink and began to walk away.
Realising that he was missing his chance at the only person who had looked his way since he had sat down at the bar, Cooper spoke suddenly, not even aware that he'd begun speaking until he could hear his own voice.
"You know, that tastes a lot better neat."
As you turned you pressed on your best smile, watching it melt away into a lopsided grin as his own smile took your breath away. You made an attempt to push away the immediate anxiety you felt from knowing that Cooper Howard himself was addressing you and looked at your glass.
"Are you sure?"
He raised his hands, opening himself up to you.
"I swear, I wouldn't lie to you."
He spoke so softly, an instant relaxation warming you as his charm put you at ease.
"Here, let me buy you another. And this time, you can drink it the right way."
It felt a little bit like a power move, but the way he winked made you feel ok with it. It was playful, mischievous, and maybe just an excuse to talk to you. And it worked. Once you had your drink he offered you the seat next to him and for the next hour you found yourself talking to him effortlessly. There was something so easy about him, like he had enough confidence to share, enough pull and magnetism that you felt like you were the only two people in the world. But there was still something holding you back.
Even with the flirtatious back and forth, the little movements of his hand against your thigh, his eyes lingering on your lips as he spoke to you, there was a block there. And you decided it was worth asking.
"Ok then, Mr Howard. You said you wouldn't lie to me, so I have a question for you."
His soft brown eyes focused on your own, watching you with a calm smile as he nodded to you.
"What's with the tan line? No ring? Is this... what is this?"
It felt completely invasive, but at the same time, you knew you owed that much to yourself. And to his wife. And to Cooper. But the guilt settled in immediately as his smile turned into a pained expression. Cooper stayed silent for a minute, sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact. But eventually, with a deep sigh, he spoke.
"It's over. That's what it is.
"Oh, god... Cooper, I'm so sorry."
Your cheeks felt warm, embarrassment at your social faux pas spreading through you.
"If there's anything I can do..."
It took a moment for you to register your own movements, but when you realised your hand had fallen to his thigh you chose to wait for him to move it away. When he didn't, you let your fingers squeeze the limb, emphasising the meaning behind your words as if there had been any doubt as to what you were alluding to. You were braver now, three drinks in, and he had given you the go ahead to flirt throughout your conversation. With his permission, his consent, there wasn't much that could stop you now. Especially not when he finally spoke, drawing his eyes from your fingers to your own gaze.
"Well, now that you mention it..."
Cooper placed his hand over yours, his eyes boring into you. As you looked back into them you could see that they were sad, something glimmering behind them that told you how tired he was, how much he was aching. But beyond that, there was something pleading, begging you. He needed a little bit of attention, of something good to keep him going. So you grabbed his hand, fingers entwined together, and you pulled him out of the stool, waiting for him to toss down more than enough cash to settle his bill, and led him out of the bar.
Outside, Cooper began guiding you instead, tugging your hand towards his car.
"You're drunk, Mr Howard. I don't think you should be driving."
He stopped for a moment before stepping closer to you, his hands gliding around your waist and settling at your back as he pulled you into him.
"I agree, I can't drive. But I'm not drunk. I don't want you thinking that I don't know what we're doing here. I'm very aware. Are you?"
With a smile, you leaned in to kiss him, lips meeting his with a sharp inhale as you realised what you were doing. He was kissing you back, though, assuaging your concerns that you were overstepping his boundaries, or setting yourself up for embarrassment by thinking that someone like him would be interested in a stranger in a bar. As you pulled back, he grinned.
"I'll take that as a yes, then, shall I?"
You nodded, raising your hand and waving to one of the cabs in the rank outside of the bar and taking Cooper's arm as you walked towards the one at the front. Ever the gentleman, he remained polite and civil in the back of the cab. It was only a short distance, anyway, and the driver insisted on spending the journey telling Cooper how much he loved his last film, asking when he'd see him again on the big screens. And Cooper avoided any definitive answers, maintaining an air of gratitude despite the tell-tale expression of disappointment he wore on his face. Still, he tipped generously when they exited the cab, shrugging his shoulders at you as he opened your door and walked you up the steps to his apartment. He stopped at the front door though, pausing for a moment, as though he were reconsidering everything. And afraid that that was exactly what was happening, you took the opportunity when it presented itself, lunging into a kiss when he turned to speak to you.
It worked, knocking him back against the wall, silencing him from whatever he might have been about to say. Instead of hesitation, he was now focused on the moment, his hands tracing your sides, gripping at you as he caressed your body, exploring it, new and exciting. Only when he ran out of breath did his palms find your shoulders, pushing you off slightly, but keeping his fingers tensed so you couldn't get away.
"I assume that means you will join me for a drink inside?"
You barely managed to nod before he had grabbed you once more, his hand flung clumsily around your waist, free hand working his key into the door and fumbling with the knob. Once you were inside, he wrapped both arms around you, keeping you to him as he kicked the door closed and walked you to the bedroom. No drink. No sofa. No chit chat while he waited to loosen you up a bit more. Cooper wanted you to have your wits, to be able to consent to this. He didn't want to make this mistake any worse than it already was.
As you made your way to the bedroom, Cooper began grabbing at your clothes, pulling hard enough to let you know how desperate he was, but gentle enough that he wasn't about to ruin anything you had on. You tried to express your gratitude, to confirm your enthusiasm for what you were sure was coming next as his hands caressed you lips grazing over your neck hungrily, but you found it hard to catch his eyes.
In fact, since entering his apartment, you'd found it hard to make any eye contact with him, as if he was avoiding it for some reason.
And he was. Cooper was well aware of your efforts to catch his eye, knowing that it might provide you with some comfort but unable to afford it to you. He was too full of hate, angry at himself for going through with this, angrier still for wanting it, wanting you. If he stopped for a moment and let that feeling sink in, let your eyes see behind his and into his pained soul, then neither of you might have the stomach to continue. But he needed it. He needed to feel the heat of desire, the warmth of another person, the self-congratulatory pride of orgasm.
With his lips firmly pressed to your throat, tongue lapping out over your skin in intermittent flicks, he brought his hands to your waist and sat down, pulling you with him, resting you on top of his body as he sank into the mattress.
"You ok... with this?"
He sounded nervous, his voice quiet and low, almost shaking. It could have been excitement, perhaps anticipation of what you were about to do, but it felt like the unmistakeable shudder of fear that lingered below the deep tone of his words.
"Of course. Of course."
With that, he rolled you over onto your back, quickly settling himself on top of you. His eyes still avoided yours, but it wasn't bothering you all that much now that his hands were skating over your sides, his lips peppering gentle kisses over your exposed skin as he undressed you, his hands fumbling with his own shirt and pants until you were writhing together, entirely unclothed. The sweet sting of whisky on his breath, the dark musk of his nervous sweat mingling with your own scent as you became one on top of the sheets.
Each kiss felt almost deranged. Angry, passionate, hungry. Lips that dragged down over your skin, teeth that were bared, scraping over you. His fingers, ghosting over your chest, circling your nipples until he pinched at them softly, then firmer, releasing the grip only when you hissed, wincing slightly at the dull ache.
He was considerate. And that at least calmed some of your nerves as you considered what you were in for when he decided to start fucking you. You'd only managed to steal glances at his body, his firm chest, surprisingly toned abdomen, and the worryingly large, fully erect cock that pressed against you.
"You look nervous?"
He followed your gaze, glancing at his own length before giving you a slick smile.
"Don't think about it too much, it's not so bad. In fact..."
His fingers dug into your waist, rolling you over under him until you were on your stomach, legs spreading in anticipation of his cock. Cooper retrieved some moisturiser from the drawer at the side of the bed, not exactly a good substitute for lube, but you weren't about to question him. You waited patiently, instead, quiet except for the small mewl you gave as he pressed the tip of his dick between your folds and lowered his body onto yours.
With a soft roll of his lower body, he inserted more of himself into you, an immediate filling sensation dulling your other senses, your eyes half-lidded as you focused on letting him enter you as completely as he wanted to.
The gentle pace didn't last long, however. The moment he felt your walls cling to him, the feeling of his head hitting the furthest point in you, he begun to rut wildly. You were wincing in pain, moaning in pleasure, allowing yourself to be flattered by the fact that you felt so good that he was struggling to control himself.
But the animalistic way he had begun to pound you was less an expression of arousal and more out of anger. He was full of it. Anger for Barb for what she had done, for what she had made him do. Anger for himself, for stooping to this level, for not seeing the truth sooner. Anger for you, because you were letting him fuck his emotions into you, every aggressive thrust of his cock a little bit of relief from the pain and misery he felt, but only for the split second afterwards, because then it came back ten-fold. It was a vicious cycle, one he could get addicted to, pummelling himself into your open, willing cunt over and over, just to briefly rid himself of the feeling of loneliness and misery that surrounded him.
He ran his hand up your spine, tangling his fingers in your hair before he pulled your head back. Your body arched a little, raised off the mattress as you hissed in pain. He didn't let up though, in fact, as he saw his wedding ring glinting though the strands of hair wrapped around his fingers, he only got rougher.
Cooper's eyes drifted backwards, and when he pulled himself back to focus, he caught a glimpse of the photo of Barb on the dresser, a memento he'd taken from the house he once shared with her. Shifting his attention to something else, anything else, he found a spot of damp on the wall, yet another thing to add to the list of shit in his new apartment. He stared at it intensely as he rammed his hips into your body, pushing the rage and dissatisfaction out of him, letting it fill you instead.
That notion, the idea of getting rid of his bad feelings, of depositing them inside of you instead to keep them for him, had a profound effect on his psyche, an instant relief, and one that he felt physically too. His cum, warm, copious, drained inside of your welcoming cunt, walls painted white, inner thighs dripping in him as he pulled out and lay down on the bed with panting breaths.
When he rolled onto his side, you did the same, facing away from him, unsure of what he wanted you to do now. He hadn't asked you to leave, but he hadn't asked you to stay either.
You got your answer, however, when you'd moved away from him a little bit, trying to give him space, and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back to him. It was so obvious to you that he wasn't sure what it was that he wanted, or what he needed, but whatever it was, you were grateful to have the opportunity to offer it to him.
#fallout#fallout amazon#finnie writes#cooper howard#the ghoul#fallout fic#cooper howard x reader#the ghoul x reader#cooper howard fanfiction#cooper howard one shot#cooper howard smut#cooper howard imagine#fallout tv#fallout tv series#walton goggins#cooper howard x fem!reader
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Dairy Girl-- Part 2
A Homelander x F! Reader fanfic
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this and hope the lenght is enough of an apology, yeah this is gonna be liek 4 parts i got too engrossed btw. hope yall like it here's the previous chapter:
Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Voughtâs number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the publicâ you have unfortunately discovered the truth.
Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.
word count: 3.4K
Part 2â Calf
As heâd mentioned before the house was an escape proof cageâ every window had its hinges super glued or welded shut, glass panels thick enough to prevent shattering but thin enough to allow sound in. That night as heâd left you for the first time you kept your composure, perturbed more by the earlier events that nothing had time to sink in, you venture across the 3 bedroom home, each room old taken straight out from a vintage furniture catalog, the master bedroom smelled just like your grandmotherâs, the bathroom walls covered in tacky pink tiles that you told yourself will never get used to.
By the time you explored the whole building you understood the following: The size felt deceiving, without a way to see the outside this building couldâve been 35 floors high and you wouldnât know, the east-wing of the building at the opposite direction where youâd emerged was cut off from you by a thick metal door, an eye-scan request made its unpickable lock, looking at how it cut on the hardwood floors youâd guess this is where in the kitchen and perhaps the garage and entry hall could be found, this overall felt like an architectural nightmare, the only other oddity of this was the piles and piles of bottled waterâ Vought branded water⌠you much rather drink Dasani than this crap⌠It was by far the worst one in the supermarket.
There were indeed no phones or even ethernet ports on the wall, the TV was bolted in its place and so was the VHS player (and all the furniture too), there were at least 350 titles on the walls (something you bothered to count on day 5), an extremely old vinyl player your only other company... whoever had supposedly lived here was a big fan of Cab Calloway, ABBA and Bruce Springsteen, here you and Bruce could become intimate friends it seems after all you had all his vinyls, alongside an expansive jazz assortment, nothing in this selection went past 1989.
You also learned a very useful fact on day 3 you stared at one of the 18 cameras that youâd found.
âI really want some Mcnuggets! Like just a 12-pack and a large Sprite! Maybe an Oreo Mcflurry too!â You yelled into the camera waving your arms as if the circular lense would reply somehow.
Barely few minutes later the air was filled with the roaring sounds of a bike burning tires seemed the forbidden end faced some road which made you giddy, about 50 minutes later a small door at the door itself opened smoothly where the first strange hand youâve seen in the last 3 days popped-out leaving a bag with a familiar logo⌠it wasnât maccas tho, it was Vought-a-burger which was okay but that wasnât the point, you picked your meal and your oversize ice-cream and drink and begun connecting linesâ Your prison was in Pennsylvania, based on the area code on the phone number on that old pizza box, located close enough from both a pizza chain and on a 15 to 20 minutes drive from a Vought-a-Burger, the library held no maps for you to try to find your location but give or take about an hour or two by foot from any civilization⌠Yet as you drank the mostly melted caramel churro sundae you smiled thinking of how to steal a bike.
That Night you picked two tapes from the wall not caring one bit about what you were going to see, you stared at the camera.
âHey can one of you check like an underrated 80s movie list from IMDb âcuz I seen a few of these already⌠at least bring me something new!âÂ
As always no response was ever given, you dragged your feet towards that ornate bedroom of yours, pink walls, flowery quits, a matching chaise lounge, a hardwood coffee table bolted to the ground and your private TV and VHS player, it took you an hour to remember how to use these thing that second day here. You put on a movie, curling in your bed in the dark, smelling the sweet flowery smell of fabric softener, this didnât smell like home, pillows too soft, mattress too soft everything here was made to bring you comfort but it was making you feel like a squatter.
The cold light of the screen enveloped every surface and you slowly faded away as âLady in Whiteâ began to wrap up, eyes glued to the screen so firmly you screamed when the faint red light peeked from the corner, clutching the quilt across your body as the red faded away and all you saw was a vaguely illuminated shape.
Blurry colors with no clean shapes, standing facelessly enough blue to let you see it was humanoid, Homelander creeped closer, his body blocking the light and like a shadow he devours everything, he turned around to pause the player, draping his gloves on the dumb box as he turned around once more, your heart caught in your throat, each breath quick and sharp as he took another step closer, hushing softly and heâs there swallowing you whole he kneeled into the bed the mattress squeaked and chimed sinking under his weight pulling you in, only the faint outline of gold eagles and soft blonde locks told you with absolute certainty that he was here⌠that 3 days ago you indeed met The Homelander, far from the pretty blue-eyed hunk from the movies more ghoul.
You swallowed as his head rested on the pillow next to your hips, his nose burying in the cushioned pillowcase.
âI was busy with workâ He mumbles softly, staring at you with the same playfulness of a guilty pet owner whoâd ran out of their cat's churu treatsâ "I promise to visit, I got you something⌠left it downstairs for you.âÂ
He stared at your white knuckled hands and without uttering a word you understood his demands, fingers moved by psychic force alone, you welcomed him into your lap as you came undone, burying your digits into his hair, soft like cotton, so smooth you dreamt of catâs bellies as you scratched him, he took the remote from under you lifting you with so much ease your brain struggled to compute it at first, the movie played and all he wanted was petting.
âSecurity told me youâve been good⌠nothing crazy��� am glad, "he said with a tired tone.
âWhat good would that do meâŚ?â You replied with your eyes focused on the screen.
If you wanted to survive I had to get on his good side, no? you though
âI like it when you people understand your placeâ He chuckles softly.
âYou peopleâ? You could easily discern the meaning behind his words by tone alone, your finger stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring up immediately.
âI think this would be more productive if you told me exactly whatâs going on⌠I wonât try to run or scream⌠am just confused and scaredâŚâ you spoke bluntly as his gaze met yours in the dark.
âThis is my private speakeasy and youâre the bartender⌠tap too⌠is hard being on top⌠and I want some relief⌠and a sanctumâ
âTo express your socially unacceptable inclinations/interests? Fair enough I can imagine the press would eat you alive if they found out you liked breastmilk.â
âYouâre cute and smart too.â He pushed himself into your stomach, your body sinking to the shape he wanted, holding you tightâ Iâll be a good owner and let you asks me absolutely anything you wantâ
âWhy me?â
âDunno.â His lips tightened into a flat lineâ the doctors picked you, I asked for a good provider⌠but all the women downstairs and you did have one thing in commonâ He sounded awkward as he spoke listening to your increasing heartbeatâ you kept producing⌠I asked to have easy access to my treat but somebody downstairs came out with all of thisâ his hand lazily gestures aroundâ bit extra I know.â
How simple, he didnât even care about this to begin with, glaring at him gave you no answers or comfort.
âMy familyâŚ?â
âThey think you killed yourself, I've been told⌠your ex-hubby been on twitter acting holier than the virgin mary, absolutely devastated for likesâ You bit your lips, face scrunching up ready to shout and cryâ everybody suspects he murdered you even the copsâ
âI'm going to kill him!!â Your tears flowed regardless â god fucking dammit!â
Your whole body rejected the news, twisting your stomach and filling you with needles
âHow would you do it?â
âBash his head in with a hammerâŚ?? I donât know but fuck him! I wasted 5 years of my life with that bastard!â You cried.
Homelander buried his face into your stomach, hiding the smile on his face. as you cursed outloud for a little bit, he paid no attention to your words.
âSorryâŚâ You cleaned your tears trying to stop this embarrassing display, the mere thought of him acting like he cared made you sick when he wouldnât even come to his own sonâs funeralâ are you gonna hurt me?â you cleaned your nose against the pillow.
He moved so quickly before you knew it heâs face to face and even in this dark room only lit by rolling credits he appeared serene as a painting⌠It makes your blood run cold.
âWhy would I hurt my comforter?â
That night he only slept for a couple hours, never moving from your stomach, holding you regardless, he snored softly, mumbling half-spoken words, lips twitching and brows furrowing, you petted him gently watching his hardened frown melt.
Some days heâd come once, others heâd come five times and then there were the days were you didnât see him at all, leaving you awkwardly aware about how odd these exchanges felt⌠for it never felt truly sexual, your fears of molestation and ârealâ assault dissuaded as you accepted that all this man was doing was come here to whine and bitch about work and suck on your tittyâ like right now, Homelander has been shouting, talkign so much shit about his coworkers you started to wonder if it was made up for nobody could certainly be that allegedly incompetent, about how stressful it was to do 20 plus media interviews all day, about hoq\w his latest film âJustice Serveâ was a fucking nightmare already despite being only half-way thru pre-production.
âDo you even know what it's like to deal with idiots who think theyâre better than you because they have an award!?â He put your nipple back in his mouth with a frownâ who does Villeneuve think he isâ He mumbled into your skin.
Yet he didnât only bring petty grievances and thirsty lipsâ he showered you with gifts, perfumes you couldnât pronounce filled with soft fragrances: sweet but not sugary, warm tones without too much spice. Brought you beauty products to pamper you⌠to watch you play with from the many cameras in the house, and dressed you like a doll in clothes you honestly wouldn't have bought in the first place, too flowery and tradwifey.
You did so with a fake smile, youâd be pretty for him if you must, keep your tongue in-check and swallow the ever increasing knot in your throat for he at least wasnât loud towards you, he didnât yell, he didnât make scenes⌠you were just living like his newest pet.
His miniature cow standing in the living room instead of the evergreen pastures outside, VHS tapes and steel food trays made your fence.
You keep busy cleaning this house making stories of who had lived there, Bruce the only one who spoke to you.
Analysing the house inch by inch, there had to have been a spot theyâve missed you kept thinking, you figured that somehow they monitored your sleep cycle, only entering to remove dirty clothes and trash in the death of night, they knew if you were obviously awake, on day 14 you stayed up till around 5 am and not a peep was heard accross the house but as you woke past noon all your trash had been cleaned up, on day 16 you stayed awake all day felt sick passed out and same thing, you would find a way out, you would force them to take you out, all the furniture was glued in its post but if you had to cause a fire you fucking would⌠as you stared at your clean bedsheets you figure you could force them to come in and drag you outside but as you postulated the possibility of a faux-suicide attempt Homelanderâs face flashed accross closed eyesâ dare dissapointing him and lose all the goodwill youâd been building, trust, even presents more extravagant than anything your ex ever did.
Had he not kidnapped you, hold you against your will in an underground bunker, used you as a milk fountain and terrified the fuck out of you with his invisible steps in the middle of the night you would had found him charming⌠endearing even⌠at least he was still handsome⌠frightening but handsome.
Day 18-19-20 were the worse so far, days went by and your isolation only grew he had not come by, your meals delivered so quietly you missed them and found them cold, birds either too loud or gone but Homelander never came, every hour the anxiety only grew as you found your throat aching to speak with somebody other than a non-present 80s musician.
You made a stack of the movies youâve seen yelling to the camera demanding more to watch, abandoning the cause to focus on the obscene collection of Danielle Steel books in the library⌠at least 30 books, at least it was a distraction as you woke up for the third day in a row without hearing from Homelander.Â
You talked to yourself, prettier views didnât make up for human interaction, you had isolated yourselves before⌠you didnât eat, shower, answer calls, simply left yourself to rot in your bed, sinking deeper and deeper into your mattress, the calm heartbeat of the machine keeping you alive until the phone battery died, now here you were curling in the couch feeling that endless void inside you screaming back at you, nothing to distract you from it any longer.
How ironic that those days locked in the basement had been the firsts since the funeral that youâd hadnât thought about it.
Now every sleep came with dreams of distant cries, empty halls that cooed back, and a sense of urgency as time slipped from underneath you, nothing here smelled like him, yet in your sleep you held your pillow as you once held him, swearing it smelled like him, in the silence the singing birds sound like babies, but thereâs nothing but creaking floorboards, old pipes and foreign ghosts in this place.
In this endless silence your mind told you this was limbo, jazz solos disguised the pandemonium of a silent afterlife, but as your heart anguished once again you buried yourself in paltry distractions, reading out loud as to keep your vocal chords warm and delude yourself that there was some company in here, mostly to hide the nonexistent crying.
It took you by surprise when half way thru âThe Ghostâ you heard the buzzing of the steel door, your ears perked up stretching your neck before falling into the floor, shaky knees picked you up once more with a brave kick, quick steeping into the living roomâ Homelander stood staring at the messy pile talking to the camera to have this sorted and for the first time since youâd been here you sawn another human, who answered his call almost immediately, a man in kevlar rushed in his gun bouncing on his back alongside a young man dragging an ikea bag.
âHomelander!â Your voice was hoarse but he still turned to smile at you.
âWe got you some new movies Ms. L/Nâ The young man spoke dropping the bag with a heavy thud.
âWatch it!â Homelander growled and you saw a slight stain dribble down his pantsâ just go wait in the library kitten while these ones sort this out for you.âÂ
Your feet moved anyways, too excited by the presence of new faces, had he not cleared his throat you wouldâve said anything just to make sure this wasnât a dream, you looked away and that big steel door was wide open, an armed guard by the exit tho⌠it was an office, painted white with cool fluorescent lights.Â
Run, the voices scream.
Run.
For fucks sake run!!\
but...
You stay still.
Itâs a test. Run and die, run and heâd snap your spine in thirds before you understand what happened your brain would be separated from your cranium no doubt, you swallow and take a step back, slow heavy agonizing steps lead you to the library.
Homelanderâs gaze softens as he watches you sit by the unlit fireplace, he follows you soon after leaving the staff to work behind, you lift your head with a stiff neck, your tongue swollen inside your mouth, he smiles gently dropping to your level, carrying a small box.
The pretty bow doesnât catch your attention in the least.
Not that dashing smile and ever so blue eyes either.
He tickles your nose without touching.
Chamomile and oat, a pale scent, subtle and cleanâŚ
As he scoot closer to you urging you to take the meaningless box held by nude hands, he pets your chin, leaving you to catch nutty tones⌠his hands smell of almond oil and cream.
Heâs talking as he guides your hand into opening the present but you arenât hearing a single word spoken⌠all you care about is his aromaâŚit invides you carving an aching hollow chest, making you dizzy and the world is squeezing your whole body with a thousands of pounds of violent force but youâre still held in one piece, wrapping your neck with the necklace heâd got you, touching every exposed inch leaving traces of sweet almond on you, resting his chin on your stiff shoulder so close whispering sweet nothings to you⌠hair smells so creamy⌠milky coconut, it makes you illâ You could name every brand he wore if asked.
âYou like it?â He asks into your neck.
âLikeâ what? You guessed he meant the necklace.
âWhere have you been?â You asked, wanting to think of anything but that bitter scent.
He pushes you down into the carpet, your hair drapes everywhere so he moves it to give himself no chance to pull it, you canât even argue but your surprise and discomfort still paints your face, before you can say anything he drops his head on your stomach, nuzzling your dress and pulling your hand towards his head.
âI donât want to talk about itâ his muffle words sound angry, he whined into your stomach a quiet order demanding affection.
Obeying orders before he could whined even more for now you wanted silence again.
Staying like this for as long as he needed, leaving you to speculate what brought him such distress that caused him to abandon you as a result, a part of you stared in awe as you realized you how long this man could stay still without making a sound for.
How long did you lay there in a shared repose that your eyes shut? you wondered as the orange glow of afternoon sun warmed your cheeks, his hand cleaned a falling tear off your face as you woke up with a headache.
âHad a nightmare?â
Your hand unconsciously pulled him close to you, burying his face under your chin heâd awkwardly smiled as he adjusted to your demands, talking to you but it was white noise, your kept him still bridging an arm across his neck locking him in position, your other hand buried in blond, closing your eyes as you got high on shampoo.
In your mind much like your dream you hold him so close, he was plump and giddy, his hair more than a thin tuff, you laughed with him, as you dried his back, you swore to never love the scent of coconut, you held back your pain as you held him with all your might.
âI donât want to talk about itâŚâ
#homelander#homelander x reader#homelander x fem!reader#personal#my fic tag#the boys amazon#i have not proofread this so i die as the dog that i am#will edit for errors tomorrow cuz its almost midnight when am posting this.
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Drained
Summary: Donating blood suddenly has a very different meaning.
Pairing: vampire!Paz Vizsla x fem!!Reader
Wordcount: 3.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: Modern AU, explicit sexual content, dry humping, blood
Happy October everybody! I hope that autumn is treating you well and if it is not, that I can make you feel a little better with this Halloween-y Paz piece. As always, this is an AU that has existed extensively in my mind for a very long time, so it was fun to actually write something about it lol I hope you enjoy it and if you do, please leave a comment or a reblog, so we can all freak out about what a hot fun guy vampire!Paz is.
masterlist | crossposted on AO3
The night air was crisp as you made your way to one of the most exclusive clubs in the whole city and your choice to wear high heels felt stupider with every step you took over the wet streets of downtown but it was too late to change your mind now. In more ways than one.
You threw another look at your phone, where your navigation app guided you down yet another dark alleyway until you arrived at a door that couldnât look further from trustworthy if it tried.
But as you pushed the door to Vizslaâs Speakeasy open and made your way behind a deep red velvet curtain, you were suddenly enveloped in pure luxury. You could make out leather tufted booths in the candlelight. The walls were dark but shimmery, looking soft to the touch, and more than one wall was covered in golden picture frames. Jazz music played in the background, though you could not see a live band, though maybe they were just hidden in the depths of the bar.
The place was packed â so packed, in fact, that you were surprised you hadnât heard the commotion outside. Those brick walls must be very thick, indeed.
Trying very hard not to think about the fact that you were surrounded mostly by vampires, you made your way to the bar which was set up on the long side of the room. A tall woman stood behind the counter, looking busy. The shelves behind her were stacked with easily hundreds of liquor bottles, creating a colourful backdrop.
âUh, hi, I am here to, uh, to â â
âNew donor?â the gruff woman asked, not stopping her work of wiping down the counter.
You nodded quickly, trying to make yourself feel tall and confident and hoping that no one saw how tightly you were gripping your bag.
Marylin had sworn on her new designer bag that blood donating was one of the safest things one could do (âand it gets you bags like these!â). Considering how long you had worked together, it was kind of tragic that it took four years and her floating into work with that cherry red bag that you had seen in a window one day and had dreamt of ever since to ask her where she had all that disposable income from.
After all, you both worked the same job.
âOh, that is easy,â she grinned, âI am donating blood.â
It was common knowledge that the streets of the city belonged to the creatures of the night. At least it had been that way ever since you could remember. Your grandparents sometimes still talked about the time before vampires and werewolves suddenly appeared at every corner, drastically changing life as they knew it.
The time of change was something neither of your grandparents ever talked about. It must have been rough. But somehow, after years of tensions and deaths and protests, it all settled into something that everyone could live with. And part of that was that the cities were flooded at night with people that previously had to hide. There were establishments specifically for them, where like and like mingled, and from a young age you were taught never to go out at night.
As you grew older and actually moved from your parents' place in the peaceful suburbs to the city, you knew that nighttime was not as dangerous as they had made it out to be. The interest vampires and werewolves had in actually tearing you up was overrated and you could still go out for an after-work drink or celebrate your birthday by going out until the sun rose. There were just some streets you tried to avoid.
But a huge part of why it was no longer so dangerous was because blood banks existed. And not the kinds to save peopleâs lives. Although, in some way, they did. Vampires no longer having to hunt and drain innocent bystanders entirely of their blood to survive made the biggest difference in being able to share a society.
You could go to any hospital and donate blood just like in old times and, just like in old times, you were compensated with a small fee. Charitable work, truly.
Unless you wanted to get a cherry red handbag, pay off the medical bills inherited from your childhood, finally afford an apartment bigger than a shoebox, or invite your friends out for dinner sometime.
Then, you wanted to go where Marilyn directed you. Into one of the vampire-owned locations where said vampires would splurge a lot of money on getting blood that was not vacuum sealed in a medical-grade plastic bag.
âIt is like a very unusual cocktail bar,â your colleague had explained, showing you her neck and wrists to make her point about how no marks were left after a few days, âAnd I have never felt safer anywhere else. Just try it and thank me later!â
Which is why you were now standing in front of a woman who looked nothing like how you imagined a vampire to look. She was wearing normal clothes, for one, and her tattoo sleeve did not make her look very immortal. âNameâs Steph,â she introduced herself. âCare for a welcome mocktail while you wait?â
âNo, thank you.â
She nodded. âMar sent you, right?â
It took you a moment to realize that Mar was Marilyn and you nodded, nervously looking around. There was no official dress code but you were happy you ended up going with the black pumps and the little black dress. Everyone here looked like they were dripping in understated wealth. âShe said she wouldnât be here today.â
âNah, she only comes on Tuesdays,â Steph explained and set the glass down, âBut youâre not here to see Mar.â
No, you were not, and the reminder made your throat feel very dry.
âThere is no reason to be nervous,â she smiled, âThe first donation is always with one of your more senior guests. They have more experience with feeding off someone alive and can control themselves if you show any signs of discomfort. If you feel in any way unsafe, just say Geronimo, and I will come and make sure you are okay, okay?â
You nodded, biting your tongue to ask how she was supposed to hear you over the noise.
âI am sure you want to get to know who is going to be assigned to you tonight â Pat!â
A woman turned around with the happiest smile you had ever seen. Her dark hair was in a tousled updo and heavy diamond earrings swung when she turned around. Though that was not what you focussed on. There was a small trail of blood down her throat and you wondered if you should tell her. How hard was blood to get out of clothes anyway?
âWhatâs up?â
âWhereâs Djarin tonight?â
âOh, he's gone camping again,â she explained, âHe asked Mr Vizsla to take over, he should be here somewhere, I just saw him âŚâ
âHe is right here, ladies,â a deep voice said right behind you and you turned around.
You were not sure what you had been expecting. Certainly not this specimen. He was tall. And broad. And handsome.
Oh fuck, why is he so handsome?
Mr Vizsla was the biggest man you had ever seen and if you didnât know better, you would have thought he was a werewolf. He had a strong, stubbled jaw and his dark hair was swept into a hairstyle that made you think of your grandmother's movies. He wore an all-black suit with the first few buttons undone, which meant you got a peek at his chest and the gold chain that was around his neck.
âSheâs the newbie that was assigned to Djarin tonight.â
You met his gaze and immediately knew he had caught you ogling him. Shit. But then his eyes roamed over you and you swallowed, trying to stand a little taller even if your feet were already killing you. This was the most beautiful man you had ever seen and everything in you wanted to impress him. The side of his mouth quirked up into a charming smile.
âI'll take it from here,â he announced and held out his hand to you, âwhy donât we get you somewhere more comfortable, darling?"
You followed him silently through the bar that seemed to much deeper in the building than you had originally thought. At one point, you even passed the band. You spotted his face in a few pictures, several of them black and white.
He looked older than you but he didnât look old. Not like he had lived entire millennia. Maybe he hadnât. Was it considered rude to ask vampires their age?
âDid you read the pamphlet?â he asked when he stopped you both at a small and empty booth. His hand was warm and dry, you could feel a few callouses at his fingertips and you wondered if he worked. Or if he had always been a ⌠businessman? Bar owner?
You nodded, listing off every bullet point that had been on the online info sheet Marylin (Mar, apparently) had forwarded to your email. âI made sure to hydrate plenty, am not taking any blood thinners and my last check-up at the GP did not show anything wrong with my bloodwork. I should be good to donate blood.â
âGood,â he nodded, âdo you have any questions before we get started? Anything at all?â
You shook your head. You knew why you were here but why did it suddenly all feel so fast?
His strong hand wrapped around your wrist and you let your eyes drift over the tattoos on his knuckles and the girth of his fingers and ⌠damn it, how could one man be so ⌠handsome? You had always thought of vampires as pale-faced, porcelain statue versions of humans. But he looked ⌠rugged, and warm, and real. And pretty damn sexy.
âDo you have a preference?â
âWhat?â
With burning ears, you realized you hadnât listened to a word this handsome stranger had said. He realized it too because he had that cocky smile again. âDonât get distracted by my dashing looks, sweetheart,â he teased you, âThis is important.â
You nodded numbly, still watching your hand in his. âI will take a bite at your wrist first,â he repeated gently, âSome people have a strong preference for where to bite and we find that it is a good test to see how you feel afterwards. I usually suggest the non-dominant hand but maybe you already have a preference?â
âNo, uh, non-dominant is fine,â you murmured, holding out the hand in question.
Mr Vizsla did not look away from you though. His dark eyes were filled with mirth as he patted the spot right next to him. âMight be a bit more comfortable if you're closer,â he said and you looked down at the big space between your bodies. He was right, you knew that, but you also knew that your heart was not just racing because you were nervous to give yourself over to a vampire. No, you were pretty sure that the closer you got to him, the likelier you would be to embarrass yourself.
You really did not want to embarrass yourself.
Not even a second later, you could feel his thick thigh press against yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you wondered if he could hear it. It had been too long since anyone touched you and of course, it had to be at the most inopportune moment that you realized that.
âNo need to be nervous,â he assured you, âIf you feel in any discomfort if you want to stop for whatever reason, just say Geronimo and Steph is right there to punch me off you if you feel unsafe.â
âSteph?â
Who was Steph? All you could focus on was the sight of him gently cradling your hand and brushing his mouth over your palm. The touch was so gentle, yet so intentional, it made your thighs clench. His lips brushed over the inside of your wrist and your breathing stuttered. âThink of nice things,â he winked at you before his teeth sank into your skin.
An image flashed in front of your eyes. Nice might be the wrong words to describe it. You saw him â felt him, more like â bent over you, driving into you from behind. Your eyes rolled back, hands fisted into white sheets. It was warm, you were in the tropics somewhere, but that did not bother you. Because the man behind you fucked you so good you were crying, begging him for more and all you could see was â
âHow are you feeling?â
You blinked, feeling dizzy at how violently you were pulled away from an idea that felt so real. What was that?
The dark-haired man still had your hand in his and you could see two little drops of blood forming on your wrist. It did not hurt, not really, except for a dull throbbing in your veins. You frowned, trying to clear your head of the image that had been so real for a moment that your body still craved being filled by ⌠him.
âGood,â your voice felt hoarse and you swallowed, trying to get rid of the sudden dryness in your throat. He had no business looking so devilishly handsome with his lips stained dark from your blood.
Your neck would be next, you knew, and immediately your mind was filled with pictures of you in his lap, closer than what was probably appropriate. Then again, it didnât exactly seem like societyâs rules were followed in this place.
He shifted in his seat, his legs spreading and your eyes involuntarily darted to the bulge hidden by his slacks. With the dim lighting, you shouldn't have been able to see anything but still, you imagined to see a very distinguishable something between his legs.
And then an idea popped into your head that you could not get rid of.
âWould it â would,â you swallowed again, trying to find the courage to ask what you wanted.
âWhat, darling?â he asked, his tongue darting out to lick over the puncture wounds on your arms. You gasped at the feeling. Maybe someone should add spontaneous arousal to the side effects section of that pamphlet.
âCan I â Could âŚâ, you stopped short, frustrated at how nervous you were.
âYou want to straddle me?â he suggested his legs spreading the tiniest bit more and you could feel your core pulse at the sight of it. Shit. Fuck. Damn it.
âIs that very inappropriate?â you rushed out, âI am sorry, I donât mean to put you into an awkward position and ââ
âHey,â he murmured, his hands on your waist gently guiding you to him âWhatever makes you feel the most comfortable, all right?â
You took a deep breath, âAll right.â
His large hand was on your neck, gently cupping one side so you could rest your weight against it, offering him up all this space. There was faint music in the background and you could feel his breath wash over the sensitive skin.
Your breathing stuttered, your heart raced and you shifted closer to him, your core settling over his which made you even more.
âCalm down, sweetheart,â he whispered, his thumb brushing over your jawline, the tip of his nose over your neck, âIt is like I can hear your thoughts from here.â
Your laugh sounded breathy even to your ears but before you could worry about how you wanted to make sure you were not being a nuisance; his teeth sank into the soft skin of your neck.
The images returned almost instantly.
This time it wasnât him behind you in the tropics. This time it was right where you were sitting. But instead of straddling him, you were kneeling between his legs, your mouth wrapped around the girth of his cock. You were caged in by his thick thighs, you could feel the heat of his body at your shoulders, his hand at the back of your head, pushing and pulling you on his shaft.
Good fucking girl, he rumbled in your mind and you gasped out a moan. With a particularly deep thrust, he hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your eyes eager to find him even through the tears.
The scene morphed and you were somewhere else, wearing next to nothing. There were people all around you, club music pounding in your ears. You wore a mini-dress with an orange pattern looking like it came out of one of those retro shows. But that was not what you focused on, no.
You were on him, his cock nestled inside you as he faintly talked with other people and you were just there, moving in minuscule thrusts as he kept his hands on you, his mouth occasionally on your neck, whispering things you could not hear but knew were dirty.
Oh fuck. You wanted to pull away, feeling your pussy getting wetter. At this point, you would not be surprised if you had left a wet patch on his pants. But you would be really fucking embarrassed.
The burning in your cheeks made you want to jerk back, get off his lap and run away to move to the other side of the county.
Donât, sweetheart, you will hurt yourself.
Your eyes flew open, seeing nothing but the dark corner of the ceiling. He was in your head. Was he in your head?
You are in my head?
His mouth did not leave your throat and his other hand landed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. Right onto the growing bulge in his pants.
Believe me, thatâs my first time, too, his voice sounded amused, almost, donât stop on my account. I quite enjoyed the little picture show.
The hand on your neck spanned wide and suddenly he was tilting your head differently and your eyes fell closed, returning to the images in your minds â and in his, too, apparently.
Your hips started moving on their own accord, grinding against his prominent erection as you found yourself chasing a high you had not felt in a long time.
Fuck, sweetheart. You could faintly hear him groan against your neck and you bucked against him again, the pressure on your clit delicious. The hand on your back wandered lower, to your ass and with how you were moving against him, it was easy for his fingers to slip under the hem of your dress.
Please, Paz, you thought, your pussy aching when his calloused fingertips brushed the lacy edge of your panties before finding the wet spot between your thighs.
Come for me, sweetheart, his voice commanded in your hand.
Countless scenarios flashed in your head, each one more pleasurable than the last but all of them too quick to focus on one. Even if you had wanted to, you would not have been able to form a coherent thought as your orgasm crashed through you.
When you came back into reality, his tongue was on your neck, closing the wound just like on your wrist before. Your thighs felt uncomfortably wet and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
âWell, that was a first,â Paz breathed and you blinked, trying very hard to be present. The high you were still floating on came crashing down when you realized you were still sitting on his lap and you had just come in front of this, essentially, stranger when that had really not been the plan.
Fuck, you had to get out of here before he kicked you out. How could you have dropped the ball so badly on this?
âNo movement,â his hand flexed your back, stopping you from clambering off him, âWe donât want you to get dizzy. Stay here for five-ish minutes and we will see how you feel after some aftercare.â
âA-aftercare?â
He nodded, his fingers brushing over your neck. âA mocktail and the pastry of the day,â he elaborated, âI think itâs croissants today. â
You really liked croissants.
âI am so ashamed,â you whispered, your eyes firmly fixed on his collarbone, âI am so sorry. I promise I will never come back. When Marylin explained donating blood, it didnât sound like â I wasnât prepared for ââ
âPlease do come back,â he interrupted you gently, fingers tipping your chin up until you had to meet his dark eyes, âIt â What happened is rare. And I never heard of both happening at the same time.â
Your puzzled expression was enough for him to continue.
âSome people are more ⌠sensitive,â his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, âWhen it comes to feeding from them. And I have heard of the odd pair where there was a telepathic connection, but Iâve never â havenât experienced either. There is no reason to be ashamed. Clearly, I was affected too.â
Your cheeks burned at the memory of that one image that you were certain your head hadnât come up with.
âThough I have to warn you that if you do come back, I might ask you to be assigned to me every time,â he teased, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him. When he spoke, his fangs did not seem all that prominent but would it be different if you kissed?
âI â I wouldnât mind that, Mr Vizsla,â you admitted quietly.
He scoffed, âCall me, Paz, sweetheart, please.â
The arrival of the waiter interrupted any further conversation and Mr Vizsla (Paz) gently eased you off his lap until you were sitting right next to him. Although the movement was slow and minimal, a wave of dizziness still washed over you and you understood why he had kept you from fleeing.
âDrink,â he offered you the fancy glass and you took it. His arm was draped around the back of the booth right behind you and you felt both comforted and nervous by how close he was.
âSlow and steady,â he murmured as you gulped down the fruity mocktail. His forehead was almost leaning against your temple and you had to resist the urge to just ⌠relax into him.
This felt like the best sex you ever had and yet this man was virtually a stranger. But there was no hesitation in his gentle touches as he offered you the plate with the croissant and there was no flinching on your part when he put his arm around your shoulders.
Was it possible to feel such deep trust in someone you had met only once?
His phone rang and you watched as he pulled it out of his pocket, the sizable screen dwarfed in his hand. A frown formed on his face and your smile fell.
âI am so sorry, but I need to go now,â he announced with a frown on his face. With you still sitting down, he seemed even bigger and you looked up at him with big eyes. Somehow, you had hoped that he would stay. That you could get to know him more.
âSo soon?â
âI have to be home in time to feed the cat,â he replied.
âYou have a cat?â
âYeah, her name is Biscuits and if her dinner is late she will start killing any mice she can find and I will not spend my eternal life digging small gravesites.â As if to prove his point, he unlocked his screen and showed you a picture of the fluffiest cat you had ever seen. Biscuits seemed a fitting name.
âWill â will you be here next time too?â you asked before you could lose your courage.
âOh definitely,â he grinned, âRemember what I said, love, youâre stuck with me now.â
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Mourning âtil Dawn Fandom: DCxDP Teen (minor descriptions of injuries, vivisection, off-screen deaths) For the @dpxdcbigbang Inspired by a prompt by tourettesdog where Agent O is a GIW whistleblower.
Arc 2: Healing now live!
Teaser:
Diana holds Dannyâs hand between her palms. He lets out a shuddering breath and she bows her head until their hands are pressed to her forehead. From the outside, it looks as if they are posed in prayer.
It isnât too far from the truth. Diana begs favor from her patron gods. Begs for relief, begs for rest. âWould you like some more ice, brave one?â
âI feel like Iâm going to throw up. Why does this suck so much? Ecto-Dejecto never made me sick like this before.â
Diana hums, taps a slow rhythm against the back of Dannyâs hand. To give him something to concentrate on. âHow about a few crackers?â Danny makes a retching sound and smiles when Diana huffs. âIf not crackers, maybe a story? I have many League adventures that are amusing. Or stories of the gods.â
Another shiver wracks through Danny. He huffs out a small cloud of mist. âUgh. Um, silly League stories. Theyâre much better than mine.â
âThen shall we trade, little warrior? A League story for a ghost story, it is a fair exchange.â And her eyes gleam a little bit when Danny manages a laugh. Diana finds it admirable and endearing that Dannyâs sense of humor has been as durable as the teen.Â
âYou first,â Danny declares. âHang on, I think Iâm going to sneeze and itâs going to be disgusting.â
âThe color is amusing at least,â Diana offers as she grabs a tissue. âYouâre already better than this morning. The fever has definitely lessened.â
The tissue is wadded up and tossed away, but not until Diana confirms the snot is indeed day-glo green. âGhost biology is weird. Yeah, my headache is better too.â
âYeah?â She pushes his bangs back. âA good sign. How do your wounds feel?â
He flaps his free hand in a circle. âNot as painful, mostly itchy. Weirdly slimy. Did you know human bodies make mucus to heal most things? Human biology is weird too!â A beat. âWait! You promised a story.â
âI believe I negotiated for a trade, little warrior.â Diana lets herself sound smug. âHm, thereâs a lot. I donât know where to start. Iâve been a hero a long time.â
Somehow, Danny weedles hours of stories from her. A number of Leaguersâ ears are probably burning, particularly Batman and Flash. Reluctantly Danny shares a few of his own heroic tales. She especially loves the story with Jazz and Youngblood.Â
He holds things back. Diana can tell. Whether he fears her reaction or wants to obfuscate the real danger he was in, Diana does not know. His stories come with the realization how alone Danny has been. She canât stop herself from praising him.
âWithout a mentor! Impressive. Utilizing the inventions available and optimizing them for your own use is incredible. We can teach how to be a good hero, but we cannot teach how to be clever or how to adapt. You should be proud, I hope you are.â
At Dannyâs silence, Diana realizes she has been rambling. She smiles ruefully at him. Shocked, she leans closer to his bed. Her cheeks hurt from how hard sheâs smiling.
Danny squints at her. His eyes are barely cracked open. She can just begin to see how blue they are.
âThere you are.â
He closes his eyes, squints them back open. Dianaâs heart clenches.
âHello, brave one. Please call me Diana.â He clings to her, one hand in hers and the other on her bicep. She slots their joined hands underneath her chin.
âWould you like to see space?â
#dc x dp#dpxdc#my writing#danny phantom#The Ghouls and Gangs Big Bang#it was IMPOSSIBLE to pick a teaser#I love so much of this Arc
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Frame modification
Masterlist
Featuring TFAnimated! Jetfire and Jetstorm, smut/humor, CW: heavy touching, licking, massage(?), fingering, blowjob, humping, alien courting (gone wrong), aerial crash.
It was an accident, you swear in everything loved to you that it was a sincere, clueless accident, yeah, there's direct affirmative in the fact that you didn't know what was happening at first, but then it just got so messed up so fast after the realization, but how could you stop the whole deal was beyond salvation, sincere curiousness got out of proportion stupidly quickly from both parties involved in, you could still feel the whiplash of the morning after.
What was worse than dealing with touchy servos as soon as the sun rises was having to talk to the one in charge of the well-being of your principal headache.
But before diving down into your debauchery, curiosity peaks its ugly head above the anxiety and the black hole that once was your embarrassment, because you have to know if what happened yesterday (or today's first hours?) was common for robot alien standards or if you have updated the term hoe to another level.
âOhâ, Jazz is driving, impossible to see his faceplate due to him being in alt-mode, but he sounds sincere enough to make you feel worse, âwell, yeah, split sparks tend to share the same partnerâ.
Your suffering groan almost shows his amusement, âyou're kidding, right?â
Jazz was an easygoing and nice mech to be around, ironically the first and last person, or not, you wanted to know about the incident, but he seemed anything but serious and understanding, âThey once were the same spark, they may be in different frames now, but the bond of love blends them once againâ.
Why did that sound like the lyrics of a goddam Madonna song?
When did all go down? Maybe it was a bad idea to exhibit them the beauty of Earth by flying over the city only to spite Sentinel, and since the twins could fly, why not? They offered to give you a ride in the first place, making peace at the very end as Jetfire let Jetstorm be the one to take you. Memories are distant as you were more focused on seeing the revolted face plate of the Prime once he found out you entered inside the twins, maybe while you were getting into Jetstorm there was a moment when your hand lingered over his wing, he trembled, strange static bouncing inside his cabin as you were searching for his seatbelt, âWhat was that?â
He seemed out of breath, but alien robots from space don't breathe, âWorries not! Brother just happy to help!â
You believed in Jetfire, but the kick he gave to his brother's side was evident and loud like a frying pan falling, certainly making it seem different like it was indeed something of importance.
The twins were gentlemechs in all that time, also watching your manners the whole ride and making sure to not touch anything on his board, figure out what all those buttons were for, Jetfire was saying something about âgreenness fields! And doted mammal quadruples!â, there was little time to explain those were cows before Jetstorm put on his own two cents, âLittle two-pedes mammals too, coming to say hi!â
Those weren't mammals you wanted to say, but had little time reaction once you crossed eyes with the dark, soulful eyes of a whole flock of birds, news of high-speed jets and the likes of it impacting birds flashed inside your mind, and headlines of death, destruction as the twins were greeting the animals.
The twins weren't the brightness, your whole body moved before your brain, Jetstorm made the same sound as before when you impacted with his board and turned right, Jetfire soon followed as his brother came over him, and the last you saw was the birds continuing their path. Life does flash in front of your eyes, as you hear both twins scream, or is it you? Not sure, maybe you didn't even blink during the whole ordeal as your consciousness came back, Jetstorm was performing, or trying to do, CPR with his massive digit over your chest, maybe the pain woke you up, or Jetfireâs pedes pacing from one place to the other, asking himself, if not to his brother, what they were going to do now, was he crying?
But you woke up, and they both screamed as high school kids who didn't believe their hamster was still alive before you laughed at the absurdity, the nerves and the adrenaline flushing over your body, maybe madness was contagious, as Jetfire left his fussing over your wellbeing aside and started to laugh once Jetstorm did accompany you.
âBrother really believe soft human went to the Allspark!â
âDid not!â
You wanted to ask what the Allspark was, and how come they didn't know about the dangers of flying, before realizing, once again, that yeah, they did tell you about not being familiar with their new alt modes or even the new coding, Jetfire was the nearest to you as they were too occupied still placing faults, laughter was soon dying out as the open fields were anything but chilly at this hour of the afternoon, and you could feel him being so warm.
Jetfire made the same sound his brother did earlier, as you snuggled on his side, maybe that was another red flag, well, not a red flag, but a signal indeed.
But you kept on, âtouchy feeling today, ya?â Jetstorm accused you, but not really, his words lacked annoyance, rich with amusement instead, perhaps alien robots don't touch one another so easily?
Possibly not, they liked to touch you, too, one digit over your head, one pressing your belly, feeling how things moved inside, they liked your touch, if only laughing or making that static again.
It was your fault, believing it was a good thing once Jetfire didn't escape from it for the first time, leaning onto your hand instead, believing it was good when Jetstorm got you shiny pebbles and maybe quartz before his brother accused him of not being fair, of going too fast, their discussion was lost on you as the quartz shined in your open palms, Jetfire got you a pebble of gold the next day, saying it was tasty and that he didn't know humans also consumed metals.
âIt's not your faultâ, Jazz said back to the present.
Maybe it was indeed your fault, no, scratch that, it was totally your fault.
It was you who noticed how much static they built up once your fingers traced over their arms, just where their wings got when they were in root mode, Jetstorm smiled, almost like a grin, before pressing it to you, letting you explore before transforming, still in root mode, but with his wings in full display, his grin was now a little, tight smile as he didn't have to say anything before having you over the surface of it, a shiver ran along his whole plating, loud enough for you to hear, he was warm to the touch when he was the coolest one of the two.
Realization dawned upon you when his cooling fans started to work and his hips stuttered.
Did alien robots of space do that?
It was a question without a direct answer, Jetstorm was fast to cover his intake with a servo, his sitting position now more relaxed but also more tense, if it even made sense, âokayâ he said with a puff of hot air, âSofty don't know, better stop now-â
But you didn't stop, your finger gripped a little harder over his wing, and this time Jetstorm's hips moved forward, it was clear as the day.
Something inside you did a hard jump too.
âSofty!â he called out, whole frame trembling, as your other hand reached out too, experimenting, was he being serious? Did his wings feel good if you did this?
There was only one way to know, âStorm?â he was lost on his own, a gentle pinch over his wing got him back to reality, followed by something similar to a moan, you related the motion just to be sure, and holly, it was, âdoes it feel good?â
Took him a moment, but his helm moved, âyaâ, his back strut was almost sliding down the wall, screeching metal could be heard as he descended but he never flexed his wings back, âfeeling greatâ
Did that make something to you, of course, face deep red for all to see, grateful it had happened inside, where no one could notice, âDo you want me to do it again?â
New experiences are what move the curious and the youthful, no matter the species as Jetstorm encouraged you once again by flexing his wing in your hold, whimpering when you grabbed it again with both hands, âNew frame, new wiring, not normal for meâ, his helm was thrown back with heavy ventilation once your lips made contact with the surface, not colliding with the wall by pure miracle âAh! Soft! Softness much!â.
It was a guilty pleasure, seeing him come undone, is this how it feels to have someone so receptive as a partner? The dopamine flush was making you feel dizzy, having control over this literal giant, brave enough to try and show off, dragging your whole body over the surface, pressing yourself against it, earning a whimper soon to be a lustful moan.
Jetstorm and Jetfire always talked endlessly about how they liked your squishy bits and the fluffy feeling of your hair, you raised the likeness to the limit when your tongue made contact with the plating, and Jetstorm screamed.
Someone screamed from the corridor too.
What a sight it must have been, Jetfire opened the door and looked as if he had run to get there, you could almost see the heatwaves streaming out of him as the snacks he went to get were falling from his servo, you took a glimpse at Jetstorm, sprawled over the big mattress they used to hang out with you, ventilating so hard his chassis was rising and falling, intake wide open, something pink coming from between his leg struts, wings stretched and trembling, you, red in the face, hands still over said wing and still holding to them for dear life, your t-shirt showing the fat of your belly in your desire to press yourself on him.
Fear splashed on your face, this is it, you were about to do the nasty with your friend's brother, who is also your friend, and he caught you in the act, there was no way to say âIt's not what you thinkâ but you still did so.
Jetfire, with his big optics over you, directed his fury over the almost unconscious bot, âBrother! How could you!â
Oh, this is it, you fucked up, in more than one sense, you braced yourself for losing a great friendship over your stupid horng mess, but Jetstorm talked back from whatever post-nut clarity he had on himself, âSorry, brother, poor pitiful me could no longer waitâ
âSofty is a high-end!â
âOh, a luxury one indeed!â
âBut what about organic courting? The wine dining! The three decacycle celebrations! The slow dancing!The song under tree! Brother messed all up!â
âMessy indeed, brother!â
They lost you in that argument, but pieces came together, the rocks, the touches, the spare time here and there to hang out, whatever alien ritual was going on shattered over you as Jetstorm didn't want to wait anymore, and requested to a handjob from you, finally, it made sense, as they kept on fighting verbally, your shock was broken when Jetstorm's wing pushed against your hand once again.
The gall of this fucker.
âSoâ, you tugged hard, Storm cried out, again, and Jetfire shut up for good, âyou were ever going to talk with me about it?â
That was a point of no return.
And then a point of discovery that you were a freak in the sheets.
Having reduced Jetstorm once again to a messy rebooting state on the floor was one thing, another different thing was having Jetfire thrusting into the air, sitting as he gave you free access to the wielding point at the base of his wings, must have hurt, but it also left you flabbergasted how much sensitivity it was holding.
Curiosity reached another level, as the tip of your tongue made minimal contact with the length of his wing, Jetfire cried out and there was a sound, something dripping, âWhere- where Softy going?â, you were no acrobat or gymnastic, but you could be bent to his side and see some wiring flicking light over where Jetfireâs stomach should be, going south and falling behind.
That day you not only found out your peculiar nature but also that those wires in the protoform were the cybertronian equivalent of a happy trail you were happy to follow, being presented with the cybertronian equivalent of a dick and a vagina once your hands touched enough for him to finally let go, accompanied by the last pieces of your sanity as Jetfire did the most fuckable face you've ever seen before diving down to it, Jetstorm was now pressing his spike between your legs as you worked on his brother.
âWell, all Iâm sayingâ, Jazzâs voice brings back the present, âis that they've been very interested in you for so long, I'm happy you guys figured it outâ.
You didn't figure out shit, and it showed when Safeguard appeared that very same evening at your house with a rose bush in hand, looking like a flimsy virgin searching for their date, your mother gave you the most scorching glance in forever.
You wanted to vanish from existence.
Just what you would expect of the crash course into the deep and delicacies of cybertronian courtship.
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I'm taking too long, am I taking too long? Kind of hard to put my ideas in order, no angst this time, but more silliness from one pair of twins I love dearly since I was a kid.
For the Jetwins lovers.
@tf-kinktober2024
#transformers#reader insert#x reader#transformers x reader#transformers x human reader#tfa jettwins#tfa jetfire#tfa jetstorm#tfa jazz#transformers animated#tfa#tf kinktober 2024#day 2
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Neil's picks for Aziraphale & Crowley's Angelic Playlist were Cry Me a River (Julie London), The Book of Love (Peter Gabriel), and The Show Must Go On (Queen).
Three songs. Two about the aftermath of a break up, and one about coming together in love. So very clearly, we can infer a Crowley POV song, an Aziraphale POV song, and a song for the two of them and their happily ever after. (Song lyrics for all three after the cut for reference.)
The Book of Love is a perfect wedding song. It's a song to play under two people declaring their desire to spend eternity together. With lines about dancing and reading and it's perfect. It's originally a Magnetic Fields song that was released in 1999. Peter Gabriel recorded a cover in 2004 for the movie Shall We Dance about which I know nothing but the Wikipedia summary. But since we know how movies are important here... It's a standard rom-com with a bored Richard Gere secretly taking up ballroom dancing after following a pretty lady from the train (J-Lo). His wife (Susan Sarandon) thinks he's cheating, turns out nope, just dancing, drama ensues, he gives up dancing but eventually his wife becomes supportive and he realizes he loves his wife. And dancing. And they live happily ever after, with both of them getting what they want. Maybe we can draw some parallels here? But I think the song speaks for itself better than its connection with what sounds like a standard early 2000s romcom.
The individual songs are where it gets interesting.
Cry Me a River was first released by Julie London in 1951, but became popular after she sang it in the 1956 film The Girl Can't Help It starring Jayne Mansfield as an aspiring rock 'n roll singer. Again, relying on Wikipedia here, but there is an interesting bit about a blossoming forbidden relationship, wiretapped phones, and someone editing the recordings to keep the love affair secret. But again, it's probably a stretch to look too deeply into the movie.
The song has a very classic jazz feel. It's from a decade and a half later, but if you were, say, an angel who enjoyed Moonlight Serenade or A Nightingale Sang in Berkley Square, it has a similar feel. You definitely wouldn't say it's bebop. The lyrics are about someone who was in love and had their heartbroken. Their former love (who never shed a tear over the break up) has returned and wants to make up. The singer essentially says "you love me? Prove it. Cry me a river like I cried when you left." Which, fair, but in our context, ouch.
The Show Must Go On is a Queen song, and we know how much Queen we hear in association with Crowley in particular. But this just isn't any Queen song. It was written by Brian May about Freddie Mercury's struggles as he neared the end of his life, and it was recorded in 1990. (Coincidentally or not, the year Good Omens was published, a book co-created by friends, one of whom would die too soon, and the other of whom would reflect on his friend's end of life struggles as the story was told more fully. Yes, I'm crying about this.)
In the song, the singer is fighting to reach a place of freedom, away from empty spaces and heartbreak. They are fighting with pure will, and even though their heart is breaking they smile and carry on because the show must go on.
What I really appreciate here with the POV songs, is that they are cross-coded. Queen is Crowley-coded, but the song about someone fighting through heartbreak to achieve something vital, while forcing a smile for the audience? That's absolutely Aziraphale in Heaven. And the 40s/50s jazz ballad is absolutely Aziraphale's style, but the jilted lover who may be willing to give their love a second chance but needs to see proof that the lover cares as much as they do is Crowley all the way.
It's almost like... Well it's almost like even in their separation, they are each carrying a piece of the other. The book of love has music in it, indeed.
The Book of Love
The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts, and figures And instructions for dancing But I I love it when you read to me. And you You can read me anything.
The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it's just transcendental Some of it's just really dumb But I I love it when you sing to me And you You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I I love it when you give me things And you You ought to give me wedding rings
Cry Me a River
Now you say you're lonely You cry the whole night thorough Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry For bein' so untrue Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you
The Show Must Go On
Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime Behind the curtain, in the pantomime Hold the line Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on The show must go on, yeah Inside my heart is breaking My makeup may be flaking But my smile, still, stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance Another heartache, another failed romance, on and on Does anybody know what we are living for? I guess I'm learning I must be warmer now I'll soon be turning, round the corner now Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My makeup may be flaking But my smile, still, stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die I can fly, my friends
The show must go on The show must go on I'll face it with a grin I'm never giving in On with the show I'll top the bill I'll overkill I have to find the will to carry on On with the show Show Show must go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on
#ineffable playlist#good omens#good omens meta#ineffable lovers#ineffable divorce#queen#peter gabriel#julie london#neil gaiman#terry pratchett
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Ketamine
âAre you floating again?â
PAIRING : Lee Felix x female reader.
WORD COUNT : 4.6k.
GENRE : Smut, Angst, Fluff.
WARNINGS/CONTENT : Felix freckles appreciation, substance abuse (mentioned; not too graphic), I can't write him without glorifying his cunty voice so there's that.
SMUT WARNINGS : Soft dom!felix, sub!reader, praise, gentle dirty talk, choking that's more of just throat holding, size kink for like a second, unprotected intercourse, some of the hottest and most explicit shit I've written in forever đ
Seizing kisses. Skin hot to the touch. Burning mouths. Blood ready to boil over.
There's not much it takes to be riled up all over again, not when it's him in question.
Mind growing soft with a single touch, numb with a single caress, blacking out with a single press, you wish you had time enough to find out if he could someday anaesthetise you better than ketamine.
You're pretty sure of the answer regardless.
The floor buzzes beneath feet thumping to the music, disoriented, uncoordinated, moving along to a rhythm all together different, hazy minds conjuring up varying interpretations of the EDM pulsating through the crowded nightclub, swarms of bodies lost in a world far off from reality.
But you are focused on just one. The one who happens to be in your arms. Lost in a world you so wish to be a part ofâ come to think of it, maybe you are, for his hold on you, your waist tightens a measure, pulling you into his frame, all lithe figure and lean muscles, no damn given to the sweat running down your backs.
"Hey, pretty," he grins. Mischievous. RisquĂŠ. Indecorous.
"Hey, pretty," you echo. Capitulating. Yielding. Succumbing.
It's been far too long of this already.
Wrapping arms around the long neck that's entirely too unmarked for your liking, you lean forward, press your mouth to the sweaty skin of his earlobe, let out a confession, soft and sultry, "Care to help get the bead off my bracelet?"
He chuckles, pulls back enough to fix you with a look so deep you feel you're drowning, smirking as your eyes linger on his lips which he then licks, slowly, as if savouring his own taste, "That's one hell of a unique preposition," voice a striking undertone to the bass of the jazz infiltrating the club, you wish the ketamine had been a little stronger.
You shrug, the leer to your mouth unrelenting, "What can I say, I'm full of surprises."
"How many?"
"Why don't you find out?"
He laughs again, this one high pitched, leaking delight. The contrast baffles youâ the low baritone to his voice when he commands it, the joyous shrill when he lets go. The itch to uncover its various pitches, vibrations and frequencies runs rampant, deep to the bones, the urge far from being tamable by now, and really, you hold no desire to pursue such fruitless a task.
You encircle your palm around his wrist, secure, enough to let him know of your intentions, and he doesâ well, he thinks he does.
You tug him along, him following willingly, and breeze past the turn to the roomsâ
"Where are weâ"
âto stop right in front of the round table, barely visible in the darkness engulfing the space, if not for the neon paints and brushes thrown astrew, the wooden surface marked with streaks of neon.
"Let me paint you," you breathe, looking straight into his eyes, expression unreadable.
He laughs again, this one deep and low, and you resist the shiver that's already threatening to move up your spine, "Huh, full of surprises indeed," he says in lieu of an answer.
You'll assume it's a yes.
So you put your palms flat on his shoulders, forcing him down on the chair in an unexpected display of impatience, and he squeaks, "I don't think it's allowed. Only the artist can use the paintsâ"
A finger to his lips, his mouth sealing shut, the almost immediate obedience a cause to your smile turning saccharine, "Don't you worry about that. Stay here."
You make your way over to the artists behind the counter, a few feet away from the workstation Felix is sat at, and true to form, make your way back to him with a stamp in your hand.
His eyes widen in intrigued surprise and you smile, wordlessly tugging his wrist and pressing the bottom of the stamp, it leaving a blue hued clover leaf on his pale skin, indicative of the liberty you're both now allowed of indulging in the wide variety of the UV paints decorating the table top.
"How did you manage that?"
You shrug again, amused at his bafflement, "I just don't like hearing no."
"Good thing I didn't say it, then," he says, alluding to the conversation you had the day prior, on the wet sand, by the shore, under the moonlight.
"Good thing you didn't," you agree with a grin.
The brush calls out to you, drawing you in like a magnet would an iron nail. You dip it in the neon green colour squirted onto the pallet from earlier, swirling till the bristles saturate with tincture.
The first press of the tip of the brush to his cheek causes him to gasp, the cold paint a bright contrast against his overheated skin, one you try to ease with the moulding of your lips to the opposite cheek, planting a loud, wet kiss.
He sighs at that, hand reaching forward to rest on your bare thigh, a silent appreciation to your display of affection.
You smile against his skin, taking it as the cue to continue, repeating the process over and overâ meeting just the tip of the brush to the skin on one side of his face, brushing your lips to the side opposite.
By the time you're done with him, his cheekbones are dusted pink, lips parted to give way for silent, laboured breaths, chest heaving, both hands now gripping onto the flesh of your thighs.
"There you are," you reward his patience with a kiss to his slightly open mouth, knowing the effect the temperature play had on him.
"Done?"
"Yeah, justâ"
"Is it done or not?"
"Yeah, it is, justâ"
You don't get to complete the sentence, for the second it makes its way past your lips, he's already hauling you up and away from the metal stools, weaving the way around sweaty bodies a little too precisely given his dazed state, and you attempt to stop yourself from letting out the endeared chortle tickling your throat.
You fail.
The laugh is genuine, a rarity for you as of late, "Don't you want to see the design on your face?"
Grip on your wrist tightening, he mutters something incoherentâ and impatient, if your ears don't fail youâ and your laugh only augments, the flutter to your heart almost as genuine as one a long time love would elicit.
That's cause enough for the laugh to die out, and there it is again, the voice in your head, the gaping to your heartâ what if you don't see it through, what if it isn't enough, what if all the beads to your bracelet are gone but it still doesn't amount to anything, what if, what ifâ
"What is it, angel?" his voice is gentle to a degree of surprise, only further confirming of your apprehension of the outcome to this idea, this stupid idea you once thought would be the answer to all that is wrong with you, the mindless proposition you let sweep you off your feet, the scheme no longer seeming likely to be met with a satiating ending, after all.
Is there a way for it to be? Is there really such a thing as a satiating ending?
The graze of fingers against your cheek is grounding, clementing, nurturing in a way it's not allowed to be, you're sure, but you lean into it all the same, the urge to be taken care of encompassing all else.
"Look at me," the taste of his Martini breath in your mouth is what lets you know of his sudden proximity, for your mind has long since lost the ability to pick up on the ongoings of your surrounding, doing the only thing it's good for latelyâ turning and turning, overthinking, not thinking, processing, comprehending, giving up, crying out to be shut down.
"Angel," the word is lost between your mouths, the Martini flavour so much more prominent now that you feel in it straight on your taste buds, and maybe it's your brain playing tricks that it so loves to, but you swear it tastes better on his tongue than it did on the sugar coated rim of the lowball glass; enough to render you dizzy with a wet contact lasting no more than a few seconds, something seven glasses of watered down alcohol couldn't achieve.
The touch ends before you've had the opportunity to savour it for what it was, and you find Felix looking down at you with so tender a look, you almost wish it didn't have to end like this, that maybe, just maybe, you would've stood a chance, had fate not been so cruel, "Are you floating again?"
You smile, a bearing you've taken to displaying on occasions where emotions fail you, where your feelings are too complicated to be picked apart and be presented with a singular expression, and it's only with years of conditioning that you've trained yourself to perfect it, the reality of it being unalike from the humorous stretch of lips not something anyone is able to pick up onâ not that they care enough to anyway.
But he does.
He does pick up. He does care.
You almost believe it.
"Mm," you hum in place of an answer, neither confirming nor refuting, and much like it's always been, you assume there's that, an open ending, a loose offer to mark the end of this discussion, for surely no one is interested in actually knowing you, not now at least, even if they once did, not when it's this close.
But he doesn't.
He doesn't ignore it. He does care.
"I told you not to do that when you're with me."
"Couldn't help it," you despise it, you hate it; the wobble to your voice, the wetness to your tone, the perspiration already forming around your orbs, you hate it all.
He thumbs the tears yet to be shed, wipes them before they have a chance to taint your skin with a wet trail, "That's why I'm here, aren't I? So that you don't float away from me?"
"Then make me stay," you say, without thinking much of the ambiguity of that which you just uttered, and you wouldn't, not if he didn't suddenly look so stricken, "I-I meanâ"
"I know, angel, I know what you mean," understanding to a fault, he'd make for a good partner your betraying mind tells you, for all the act of non-functioning it put forth, it certainly has no problem coming up with this particular notion.
Your hand has a mind of its own, reaching forward to trace the specks of neon green dusting his cheekbones, and it's like he suddenly remembers they are there at all, "What did you draw on my face anyway?"
The smirk you sport is more endeared than anything, but it's reason enough for him to cock up an eyebrow nonetheless, "Angel. What did you draw?" there it is, the low baritone, the bass so low. Chill. Arousing.
"Just made you look prettier," you shrug, as though the sentiment was at all possible. Lee Felix looked like a heart attack at the worst of times, bad for the weak of heart, lethal for the thrill-seekers. Gorgeous. Deadly.
"Come on," the tug to your wrist isn't as tight at it once was, but you don't, for once, think about the fact that your stalling might have dampened the urgency of the affair, for as much as you despise yourself for doing just that, you'd despise him even more for tending to your needs so sincerely when it wasn't his care to give in the first place.
So you don't think about it. You let yourself be swept up in the thump of the track, the jostle of the bodies as you make your way to God knows where, the security of his hand wrapped around your wrist, just a tad above the bracelet left with a lone bead, the last one. Bright green, almost the same as the paint decorating his face.
The door collides with your back, closing with the impact of your body, and you barely register the click of the automated lock, as your mind is otherwise occupied with a swollen mouth, soft tongue, sticky lips, all over your own.
He kisses you like he's consuming you, licks you like he's tasting you, bites into you like he's considering cannibalism.
How do you know? Because you feel the same. Or maybe you're projecting. Maybe. It's hard to think when he's pressed up against you like this, the perfect moor to grip on to, the desired anchor to your ever floating mind.
Hands on either side of your head, he parts from you, the reluctance written all over the lines of his face, popping open the buttons to his silk shirt with no small amount of ungrace.
"Fuck," he utters as the third button pushes back into the slit he just so tiringly worked it out of, hands slick with a nonexistent lubricant, for surely getting a simple button undone isn't as tedious a task as he's making it out to be, the booze in his system not withstanding.
The thought gets a laugh out of you, genuine and happy, and the lust brewing up in his orbs dims just a little as he catches your gaze, hands slipping from the cursed button to find purchase on your waist, "Help a pretty boy out?"
You snort even as you reach forward to oblige, "Full of ourselves, are we?"
"It's hard not to be when the sexiest girl just spent almost an hour painting my face," he chuckles, as self assured as ever.
Was that really a whole hour?
"Your horny was showing, babe," he winks, cheeky and all sorts of suggestive.
You swat at his arm, only half trying to escape his grip on you, the subsequent sigh of defeat more for show than anything.
"Speaking of," he pulls back only from the waist up, his hips very distractingly still pressed into yours, "what did you even do up there for all that long?"
As his eyes latch onto something on the bedside wall, you see the playfulness drain from his face, lips parting into a silent gasp, eyes the widest they are able to go, "Holy shit."
You turn your head to catch sight of his reflection in the mirror, the way his eyes glide over the constellation of the varying dots and sparkle-shaped neon face paint scattered across his face, carefully marked exactly over each of his freckles.
One of his hands snakes its way up to his face, fingers hovering over each spot as he maps out the path trailed by the paint, as if himself paying attention to the position of the beauty spots marking his skin, "You drew my freckles," he whispers, voice sounding far away, as if emerging from somewhere deep under the water, muffled by the current of the flow, suppressed under the weight of the fauna, the food chain, crushed by the waterspout of emotions, knowing the futility of trying to voice out his feelings over the violent buzz of the storm, and so doesn't even try.
"I told you I made you look prettier. The prettiest," you fake nonchalance, trying to mask how much your heart wants to leap into a giddy dance at his reaction, trying so hard to not let it say : See, I told you. He sees it, sees it for what it is. Not a casual painting. He sees me in it, no matter how much you try to hide it.
You take his face in your hands, the shock and awe and whatever else that he's feeling having made him numb, soft, pliant, and guide him back to your mouth.
I cannot be hidden, your unforgiving heart echoes.
You push at his chest, willing for desire to overtake the ringing in your head, back him up until the back of his knees touch the edge of the bed, until he buckles under the momentum and falls on his back, one hand still lightly touching a painted heart on his left cheek, over the most prominent one of his freckles, one that stood out to you the most every time you tried to memorise the pattern the marks on his skin make, one you deemed fit to be assigned a different shape, a heart no less. He touches it softly, tenderly, as if afraid to smudge it away should the pressure at the pad of his finger be too much.
But it is too much. It's all too damn much.
"Let's not talk about it," before the sentiment could even make its way out of your mouth, you had known yourself to be a vile creature to even say it out loud, but the bile clogging up your throat is just the cherry on top. Great. Even your body agrees with how deplorable you really are.
But he smiles. Your heart breaks into a million little shards of ice, sticking into your soft organs, threatening to slit open your skin and fly out of your being.
It's not so bad, you think, at least the blood pumping beast is no longer there to echo how much it yearns for him anymore.
"Got it. Got you," he says, slipping into the role previously requested, taking the signals of start now when you don't even remember giving them away.
He flips the two of you over, bracing himself above you, bringing his mouth towards yours slowly, in a fashion completely opposed to the hungry way he lashes onto you awaiting lips.
He tastes as bitter as alcohol, as sweet as the cranberry juice mixed somewhere in the cocktail, as tart as the lemon he bit into not long after. He tastes like want, like ardour, like a mistake that's not a mistake if you don't let it be, like a regret waiting to be felt that doesn't need to be present at all, like everything that you could ever want, like everything you can't have, not in this lifetime.
Seizing kisses. Skin hot to the touch. Burning mouths. Blood ready to boil over.
There's not much it takes to be riled up all over again, not when it's him in question.
Mind growing soft with a single touch, numb with a single caress, blacking out with a single press, you wish you had time enough to find out if he could someday anaesthetise you better than ketamine.
You're pretty sure of the answer regardless.
Shucking off the rest of your clothes is a frenzy, one you don't remember amidst the clatter of teeth and clash of tongues, but you're elated that it's over all the same, and it's with barely controlled impatience that you manage to urge him to hurry along.
The sink stings a little, like it always does the first time, but you're not too proud to admit that his size might have something to do with it burning a little brighter than it has with past partners.
"That's it angel, nice and wet for me, that's it," he rasps from somewhere deep in his throat, deep voice turning down another octave, working you up even more, enough to allow him free access into your inviting heat, all restraints barred.
"That's it," he hums, hands grasping your waist, thumbs rounding gentle circles on your hip, letting you adjust.
Little does he know, you don't want to.
"Move, Felixâ"
He chuckles, that throaty voice doing more for you than you care admit, leaning down to his elbows, swiping his nose left and right, across your own, "Is my angel impatient, hm?"
You whine, having had enough of his teasing, burning hot to the touch, and in this moment, it's all you can do to not snap.
"Felix, I swear to fucking godâ"
He just laughs, apparently amused by your misery, head dropping down even lower, long platinum strands tickling your forehead.
In a momentary lapse of judgement, you wrap your legs around his waist, arms around neck, arching up, building the momentum to flip the two of you over, and you swear you're this close to having him on his back, so so closeâ
A click of tongue, a shove to your calves, and you're flat on your back again, caged in by his weight.
"None of that," he tsks, "you just lie there and look pretty for me, okay angel?"
You whine again, patience hanging onto the last fucking straw, "I don't thinkâ" you gasp, the palladium of his rings cool against your neck. He applies no pressure at all, but the mere act of him wrapping his hand around your throat has you panting, eyes drooping with arousal, vision blurred even more.
"You were saying?" though unaffected at the surface, his fingers are burning hot on your neck, a sweet juxtaposition to the chill of the metal.
"Fuckâ"
"That's what I thought," just like that, he's pulling out so far that you fear he's taking it all away from you, before gliding right back in with a loud slap of his pelvis to yours.
"Oh s-shit."
"This what you wanted?" he sounds cocky, painfully so, and if you were of a more sound mind, you might think of riding the attitude off of him, but as you continue to stare up at him and his stupid pretty eyes, accentuated by the stupid attractive face painting on even more stupid face, you just huff. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Aww," he coos, trails a single lean finger across your jaw, ghost touches over your front, down to your waist where he grips it, hard, "can't speak?"
Oh, this motherfucker.
"You know I couldâ"
"I know, I know. You could dom the hell out of me. But that's not what you want, is it?" he licks your lower lip, thrusts coming to a stop just to prove a point.
"N-no."
"There's a good girl," the haze to your mind from being handled this way might have something to do with it you assume, but you swear his thrusts are more controlled, more dominating, more demanding, "Just like that, baby. Just lie pretty for me. Just for me, right?"
"Fuck, babeâ"
"Answer me. You're pretty just for me, aren't you?"
"I-I'mâ"
The condescendance to his smile is something you never thought you'd end up liking, but when he's giving it to you so good, you doubt anything he does will be off putting at all, the power he holds reaching concerning heights, but in this moment, it's all you can do to not give in completely.
"I'm aware angel, it's difficult to talk, isn't it?" he coos, and the subsequent pout that settles on your lips is entirely involuntarily, "I'll help you, it's okay. I'm here, right?"
Your hands reach forward, clawing at his biceps that flex with every forward push of his lower half, forcing your body up with each motion, only to bring you back down with the unyielding grip on your waist, the bruises forming there something you look forward to cherishing, long after the lone bead to your bracelet is gone.
"Say 'I'm pretty. Just for you,' " each word is punctuated with a thrust unlike the ones he's given to you up until now, long and hard, unforgiving, not like you want to. Be forgiven, that is.
"I'm p-prettyâ"
"Mhm, that you are."
"For.. f-forâ"
"For who, princess?"
"Y-you. Fuck, you-"
"And who am I?"
Your eyes snap open, wide and glassy, and looking up at him, the knot to your tongue tightens, the words you were barely able to string together on the plastic rope now spilling out of it, the bracelet you so hoped to make now gone, leaving behind just the string hanging off from the eye of the metaphorical needle.
You whimper, a sound you barely recognise, the first tear rolling down your temple to find home in your already damp locks, only for another one to follow the wet trail it created.
"Easy, angel," he's a little late in thumbing away your tears this time, them having already marked the skin with their sticky essence, "You do know who I am, right?"
You do, you really do. How could you not? He's the one, the company to your last trip, the shoulder so generously offered, the warm body to your cold nights in the unknown city. The one.
But no matter how hard you try, how much you attempt to channel your thoughts, the name at the edge of your mouth, yet it fizzles out the second you try to force it out. It burns on your tongue, the familiar taste of it, and it's so close, you can feel the silky texture of the way it sounds, it's just thereâ
"Felix!"
Your body tightens, strains, then convulses with intensity more befitting a seizure, eyes barely coloured, for your irises have all but disappeared in their chase to roll as far back as is humanly possible, a string of nonsensical gibberish falling from your lips, his name suddenly tearing its way past your throat, and once it's said, it's the only thing your vocal chords are capable of vibrating out.
This seems to have awoken something in him, as he yanks at your wrist with unadulterated force, biting into the string of your bracelet, snapping the it with a fierce pull of his teeth, the single bead clattering onto the ground, the resounding bounces clear even amidst the sounds blanketing the room.
"Yes, that's right, that's me," he growls, claiming, animalistic, hips unrelenting in their chase to unmake you, pushing your body up with each stroke, "Say it again, say my name again."
"Fuck. Felix, Felix, Felix, fucking hellâ"
"That's it, that's it. Keep calling me. I'm right here."
Your voice grows small, heart thumping loud enough to mask the sound of his body colliding with yours, all that wetness, all that want, all that ardour, it masks it all, "Felix," the name ends with a sob, your mouth parted, body arching up into his.
"You know me now? You know who I am?"
You're still shaking, your thighs trembling, high lasting longer than it ever has, and you are left to wonder if you've begun coming down at all. Indeed, the white hot pleasure has spread all around your field of vision, blending, merging, no longer distinguishable. You don't know where your pleasure ends and his begins, but you behold the scrunch of his face, the slack to his jaw, the shutting of his eyes, the deep moan he tries and fails to stifle with a sink of his teeth into the plush red carpet that is his lower lip.
He catches himself at the last moment as his elbows give out, face mere inches above you, long silver locks having been segregated into sweaty ropes to curtain his forehead and temples, and he looks down at you, panting hard, breath condensing onto your skin.
He's dishevelled. Far gone. Broken.
He still looks like a heart attack.
"Thank you," you whisper, nuzzle into his chest further, plant a grateful kiss to his pectoral.
Perhaps it'd be foolish to thank him for spending a night with you.
It would be, had it been thatâ a mere night, living on the edge of pleasure, with a warm body, never to meet again.
But it's not, and so it's not.
It's not a mere night. So it's not foolish.
He knows as much, it's reflective in the way his arms wind around you in a fashion that makes you fear he doesn't plan on letting go, and despite the alarms blaring in your head, you lie there, pliant and unmoving, blaming the fact on your exhaustion, "Will you be here when I wake up?" a kiss is pressed to the top of your head, an act somehow more intimate than the activities partaken in thus far.
If he thought that simple action might convince you to change your mind, you're afraid you'll have to let him down.
"You know the answer," you stay still, barely breathing.
"I do," he stays still, mimicking the stance you uphold.
Both still, wide awake, trying to commit the warmth of the other's body to memory, for the night is over, and so is your stay here.
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An Indirect confessionÂ
Unbeknownst to his knowledge of those simple words
>GN!ReaderxJade
A/N: For those who don't know, in Poetry thereâs this thing where if you ask someone if the moon is beautiful it basically is an indirect way of saying âi love you.â And if the other person agrees then they are basically reciprocating and its mutual, so I guess you can get the gist of where this is going >:) muehehe (also sorry if the writing is kinda dry đMy brain juices were not juicing đ) This is also pretty lengthy so I apologize for the long read ^^;
[wc] 12.2k words
[disclaimer] JadeÂ
[characters] Jade, Ortho, Deuce, Jack, Grim, Floyd, Azul
Normally students tend to avoid going to Octavinelle, the dorm that seems notorious for its shady under swept deals and the students residing there seeming to be all hushed and tight lipped about certain information. Some things they shouldn't know, yet they do and it makes you wonder how exactly they get such information. Yet one thing is undeniable, and it's the fact that they have a great cafe which tends to be overpriced, but usually of befitting prices for what they serve and provide.Â
Mostro Lounge, a chic sea themed cafe which is managed by Azul Ashengrotto and runned with students from all other dorms who seek to make extra cash. Its meals and tableware, everything from the music to the decor and the overall vibe was perfect for one to leisurely dine in and perhaps hang out and study. The calming hues of blue and purple, a shimmering accent of silver which compliments the place helps create a nice pleasant place and provides a great aesthetic. It surely did look pretty and elegant, the food there being just as delicious and the drinks delightful as the jazzy music sets in the vibes.Â
Nov - 12, XXXX
It was during the colder season where the sun usually starts to set earlier and the days would be shorter, the nights getting longer to be able to view the starry sky. Although not too late, the moon had already risen and was in full view. You sat near the glass wall where a full display of the waters were open and of view to you, nothing letting it shy away from watching eyes. Nothing roamed in the waters as you can make out, the only thing lighting up the dark void passed the glass being the lights illuminating the room you currently were dining in. Different colored corals and sea plants can be seen wavering around on the floor-the currents making it wave around slightly, its movements kind of enchanting you as you zone out for a bit watching the steady pacing.Â
âIf you arenât going to eat your food then I call dibs!â Grim exclaims right at the same time he snatches up your plate of food, to which you ordered some simple and light vermicelli noodles. The bowled plate is taken away and you didnât even seem to mind honestly. The soothing jazz music, the calm night in the lounge, and the background noises of side conversations from other students which can be heard as the workers walk by to drop off their orders or bust their tables. It was almost lulling you into a state of drowsiness, the temperature just right for you to even take a nap right here and now.Â
âTonight is very nice, don't you think Grim?â You say almost absent mindedly as you continue to stare at the empty waters. Your form is still like a doll as you keep your eyes on the glass pane window.Â
âBecause youâre treating me out for food? Heck ya! Nyahaha!â His response only prompts you to roll your eyes and a smirk spreads across your face as you sarcastically shake your head.Â
âYea well maybe I won't next time. After all, what are the chances of you getting all full marks on Crewel's potionology test?â Grim can only respond with a confident and upbeat response, ensuring that he is bound to continue to excel and this was just the beginning. You can only scoff but in all honesty, you can't deny that you were indeed proud of him for being able to reach a perfect score.Â
And if it werenât for Jadeâs help Grim wouldnât have done so well.Â
âAre you enjoying your night here in our humble dorm, Prefect?â
Speak of the devil. Jade comes up with a hand placed over his chest, giving you his signature smile as you turn to look at him, your head no longer facing the pane glass wall. Grim is engrossing himself in the food, perhaps the reason why he isn't feeling too timid with his presence at the moment.
âSurprisingly.â Your answer was short and blunt, but it was enough for Jade to chuckle a little as he finds amusement in your rather tired honesty.Â
âWell Iâm pleased to know that you are enjoying yourself in our lovely sanctuary (y/n),â his usual politeness being one of his main outward characteristically point. A yawn escapes from your mouth, placing a hand over to try and show courtesy and politeness as you nod your head to his response, not being so responsive.Â
âYou seem to be quite exhausted, Prefect, perhaps you should start heading back. Or if you want, we can lend you a room. For a certain price of course.â You don't even need to look at him to know that he has this sly little smile plastered on his face until Grim interjects before you can respond.
âNyah, we actually prefer to go back to Ramshackle now that we are done eating, right my henchman?âÂ
âOnce Iâm done with my drink, then weâll head back,â and just as you said, you reached over to cup the blue wine glass that was filled halfway with a fruity and sweet concoction of juices that danced on your tongue when you took a sip. Wanting to occupy yourself with something, you play around with the metal tube as you proceed to enclose your lips around the straw to take a generous sip of the beverage. Its taste was able to freshen you somewhat as you closed your eyes and relaxed a little on the leather seat, the smell granting you a satisfied hum. Grim next to you could only whine for you to hurry up - not wanting to stay any longer in the presence of one of the eel twin, but just to play around spitefully you purposely started to drink a lot slower and Jade can only watch as heâs always done and squint his eyes a little as his smile widens.Â
Jadeâs attention is brought onto the glass wall that he noticed you were staring at before, looking up only to be met with the glimmering silver that soaks into the waters swaying waves. The full moon looks back down at him as he continues to stand in front of your booth, continuing to sip your drink as Grim starts to lay next to you to take a nap.
âThe moon is quite beautiful tonight, don't you think Prefect?â He says it ever so calmly, saying those words as if to spark another conversation with you. Though it only prompts you to start coughing and hacking as you accidentally slurped in your drink a bit too fast and it ended up going to the wrong pipe. Youâre practically hurled over, hitting your chest as you wipe your mouth and Jade can only watch with wide eyes.
âNyahh!? What happened?!â Grim springs up from the sudden jerking motion of your coughing figure and you clench the ledge of the table sitting at the end of the cushion.
âMy, did I say something out of the ordinary (y/n)?â Once you look up to find his full attention on you, you can only try to calm down and inhale a breath as his display of a friendly smile bore into you. Why are you making such a big deal? Itâs not like those words had any meaning in this world, so there's no need to be making such a big deal (y/n)!
Youâre quite embarrassed honestly, especially because you thought he just confessed right then and there. But of course, that can't be the case because those words don't mean anything in this world like it does in yours. Quickly reaffirming yourself in your head, you let out another cough to clear your throat and catch your breath.Â
âA-Ah, no uhm, I thought I misheard you is all haha. But ahem, I would say that tonight is rather lovely haha.â And you try to regain your composure as you divert your eyes and finish up with your drink. A small hum can be heard from Jades tall figure as he places his fist over his mouth. âWell, I see you are rather more awake now. Pray do tell what you misheard, I am curious to know what got you so worked up dear Prefect.âÂ
Your cheeks are only decorated in more of a slightly deeper shade of red, and suddenly the straw is very interesting to look at as you twirl it around in between your gloveless fingers. âYou wonât get it, it won't make sense anyways. Just some nonsense.â You can only wave your hand dismissively and he can't help but grow even more intrigued as your brows furrow and you continue to brush it off.
âHow unfortunate you canât seem to try and help me understand, even though I went through all the trouble to help you and Grim with your studies. I find that rather unfair especially since I see that you two have bore fruit in your success due to my aid.âÂ
His words help you gain back your composure, resteeling yourself as you straighten your back and shoot him a placate smile. âHmm? Whatever do you mean Jade? Iâm paying you back by visiting you and dining at the place you work at so you can gain income. I think thatâs plenty enough to repay you.â He only squints just slightly at you in response and youâre pretty sure you can feel as if youâve triggered something in him be it good or bad - that's something you don't really wanna find out though.
âOya? You came to see me specifically? I don't see it as a valid reason enough considering that's how one would usually repay others when they are indebted to them.â
You slightly pout at him, and as usual Jade always seems to counter your attempt of being sly and snarky with his own silver coated tongue. âWhaaat? Are you saying my visit isnât enough for you? How could you, even though I came all this way just to see YOU specifically.â You lean into the cushion almost dramatically and animated to further emphasize your offended playful nature.Â
He seems to be fairly accustomed to your playfulness and responds accordingly. âAlthough you claim to come over to Octavinelle to come visit me specifically, I account this is the first we are talking since you made your appearance. I believe Floyd has interacted with you more than I have today.âÂ
âOkay well point is, I still came over for you. And to express my thanks I was helping the profit of the Mostro Lounge. Not only will you benefit but Azul would greatly appreciate my patronage! Plus, Floyd is happy knowing I'm here. See? Everyoneâs happy!â
Finding the littlest details possible, you make it as important as ever. But Jade is not fooled by your little over exaggeration and nitpicking. Of course, one would know another's tricks well when they themselves do it. And he seems to find great entertainment from the way you carry on with this drag. He truly does feel a sort of fondness for you with the way that you are. Not that heâs ever said however.Â
âAre you assuming that I am satisfied with what youâve offered me?â When you look up at him you can see the way his eyes look more meticulous now, as if heâs observing your every move. Dissecting you piece by piece as he awaits for your response, patiently waiting for when he could strike and counter your words. You leave your mouth slightly agape for a moment thinking carefully for what your next words were to be, carefully trying to see what you could say in response - however the pressure of having to hurry and say something quick overrides you because if you don't, then it would be like you couldnât match up to him. Not like you could ever, but it wasnât a nice feeling when you let others know they have a winning upperhand. And he seemed to relish knowing that you were feeling this pressure from the way he was looking at you.
âI am assuming you arenât dissatisfied with it.â Putting up an undeterred front, you do your best to try and keep a steel-like straight face as you stare at his mismatched eyes.Â
With the way his eyes go back to their non-disturbing look you can only assume you satisfied him with your play of trying to be undisturbed. The tension is then suddenly broken when Grim lets out a complaint, saying how heâs tired already and that he just wants to go home now. Sprawled over your thighs as his back lays against them as if he was putty, an unprompted sigh escapes your mouth and you pick up grim in your arms, standing up as you begin to excuse yourself.Â
âGoodnight then Jade, Iâll excuse myself now.âÂ
âAnd as is the same to you, pleasant dreams to you Prefect.âAnd with that, Jade goes ahead and picks up the empty porcelain dishes and the glass cup, remnants of eaten food and a little puddle of liquid to show it had been put to its intended use.Â
âI came all this way to see YOU specifically.â Your words replay in his head as he walks back to the kitchen, a slight sulky pout on his face to which no one is able to witness.Â
âI wish you could say that more often my dear (y/n).â Setting them down into the sink, the water runs as he turns on the faucet. The pressurized water splashes as the dishes make contact and he can only stare down at it as he begins to think of you. A little susurrus naturally slipped out under his breath as the sound of running water deafened his words of one sided longing. âHmm, it seems that they were trying to avoid agreeing about the moon⌠âÂ
On the walk back to your dormitory, Grim looks up at you from where you hold him in your arms. âHey Henchman, did Jade say something funny back there?âÂ
Looking down at him, the pale ashen color of the moon's rays blanketing you both as it illuminates your path, you can only give him a slightly wide eyed response. âItâs nothing. Just something from my world is all. What he said about the moon, it means something in my worldâŚâ Your voice can only trail off as you think back to the incident, the familiar expression of embarrassment starting to bubble up again as your face heats up to which you can't help but bury your face in Grims fur as you recall what a stupid reaction you mustâve given. Grim is grumbling and complaining as you indulge in his fuzziness, seeming a bit shocked and confused from your sudden outburst. âYer squeezinâ me ahhh!â
Loosening your grip on him, he lets out a dying wheeze as if he finally escaped from a crushed boulder on top of him. The sound of your shoes walking softly on the ground fills the air aside from the huff you let out as you try and sort yourself out.Â
Youâre overreacting here (y/n), Jade doesnât love you. He doesnât even know what those words mean! And even if he did itâs not like you love him either. Though that simple phrase was enough to have you thinking about him the entire walk back, perhaps going to give you some sweet dreams just as how he wished you back when you left.Â
He definitely knew what he was doing-as the leech he is-was able to slither his way into your thoughts as planned and stick there. Something similar to a parasyte as one can compare. The way he just sticks in your head as you now roll in bed, constantly replaying his words. Why do you keep replaying these words? Why does your heart race when you replay the scene in your head over and over again and you remember how his voice sounded? Why were you starting to make random scenarios in your head, visualizing him and you wa- SNAP OUT OF IT (Y/N)!Â
Sure no ones ever said those words to you before but you have to remember that it means nothing! So what if the moon is beautiful? That's all there is! You must be crazy if you think you may be coming down with something regarding that little slimy eel. He doesnât know what those words mean anyways, why would he say that to you?
Point is, he doesn't know. End of discussion!
. . .
He knows.Â
Oh he soooo knows, though you donât know he knows. At least, not yet.
Moving the pawn over to create space for the castle to move, Jade makes his move while hovering over the wooden chess pieces. Closely calculating every piece carefully despite there being no other attentive player on the other side. Not wanting to catch your attention like a snake hunting for its prey, he goes ahead and advances forward quietly.
Nov - 6, XXXXÂ
âDeuce! Jack! W-wait up for me, please!â You tiredly try to jog towards Deuce and Jack, though you would say it's less of jogging and more so walking at a jagged pace. Sweat drips down your form, drenching you and stains of sweat are pitted on your underarms and chest. You slow down, bending over as you place your hands on your knees to catch your breath. The sun's rays washing over the lands as you three stand beneath it, its heat adding onto more of excretion of sweat.Â
âN-Never again. You two are trying to kill me!â Huffing and gasping desperately, Deuce comes over to pat your shoulder in hopes of comforting you. His hand placed softly atop of your draping shoulder as he slightly bent down to your crouched figure. âSorry (y/n), I didnât consider how today's club session would be like for people who arenât accustomed to running so much at a consistent rate.â You can tell by the tone of voice that he genuinely felt guilty having you get put up with all that running, and Vargas being Vargas was not so lenient.Â
âMy feet are in so much pain. It feels comparable to wearing heels the entire day, I hate this so much.â A feigned sob is ushered out and as the reliable person he is, Jack comes over to try and comfort you as well. âI can lend you an arm if it helps. Really, you should have expected that much running at least when you offered to come participate in the track and field club.â To be fair, you only came because Deuce wanted you to check out the club in hopes that youâd be interested in joining. So you gave it a shot.
Never again. Jack shakes his head as if scolding a little child and the sound of him clicking his tongue can be heard, his brazen feathered white locks of hair swishing from side to side as he jerks his head.Â
âI can lend you my arm as well! Please don't hesitate to ask for my help if you need it (y/n)! Iâll gladly let you rely on me.â Deuceâs sweet fluffy voice reminding you of a newborn hatched chick makes you soften up a bit, and despite being so sweaty you went ahead and latched onto Deuce as his offer seemed much more friendly and welcoming. He seemed to not mind it though, and Jack seems to not care whether or not you planned on relying on him. Though you acknowledge his outwardness to help. With a settled huff, you three began to walk down the dirt path that maps out the campus.��
âMaybe my feet hurt because I don't have the proper footwear.â
âYour preparation skills are even worse than I thought (y/n).â
âLook, what's done is already done okay? No need to keep saying stuff that would get me into a dour mood Jack.â
âYouâre right, I didnât mean to restate the obvious then if youâve already acknowledged it.â
His words just make you hit him slightly on the arm, not in a hurtful way but a hit that was as light as when the waves would crash onto your feet in the sand. He didnât mean to sound ill willed, but he has his ways of showing concern for those he cares about. He grimaces for a bit but simply overlooks it knowing that was just your usual play, noticing the way his ears would twitch from your usual playfulness - you guys had a comfortable dynamic and it showed.
âIf you don't have any proper footwear, we can go stop by Samâs shop and buy you some.â
Deuce suggestion diverts your attention back onto him, your arms still linked together as you lean on him for support while you stagger off, giving him a reaffirming nod. He seemed pleased to be of help to you, as if fulfilling the role of a good friend.Â
 âYea, let's go. I need to buy me some new socks anyways.â
âSocks? Not shoes?âÂ
âI don't think the problem is with my shoes. Although it may not be all the best to comfort me in running, it still gets the job done.â
Jack can only look down to observe your shoes as if to analyze what you said is true, trying to identify whether or not your words support your claim. His yellow sunset gaze which could be compared to how the sun's rays shined is heating you all right now as it bores down on you.
âJack, before you say anything. Don't.â
âI wasnât.â
âDon't look at my shoes, Iâm poor okay. I feel like youâre secretly judging me.â
âNot exactly judging per say.â
âSee! That doesn't make it any better.â A light chuckle originates from Jack as he playfully looks over to you, a small smile soon cracking on his caramel skinned face as his voice dies down.Â
âHow are you feeling Prefect?â A firm hand is now gripped on the other side of your shoulder, the feeling of your sweaty and sticky body meshing with your clothes as your scent muddles in with the fibers making up the cloth hugging your figure. Deuce has been walking alongside you now for the entirety of your guys walk as you head towards Sam's Shop, still quite a distance away. Feeling the need to check in on you, he continues to firmly lay his hand on your shoulder to better comfort you.Â
âDeuce, youâre so considerate. I feel like I might just let out a heartfelt sob for how sweet youâre being right now.â You let out a feigned exasperated sigh - in response though Deuceâs reaction is one of surprise which you could feel without even looking at the way his body stiffens a little.
âE-Eh? This really is nothing though (y/n), youâre in pain after all. It would only be natural to help someone in need.â
âTrue, but you know this really helps a lot. Iâm in so much pain, I practically don't wanna walk anymore.âÂ
âYouâre over exaggerating a bit,â A little quip response from Jack makes you pout and shake your head to show you denied it.Â
âNot true! Gosh if I had a significant other or something I'm sure they wouldnât mind carrying me! Ah the convenience of having someone like that.â
âDo you really think theyâd do something like that for you?âÂ
âWould you do that for your significant other?â
And without a second thought, he immediately answers. Only then does he seem to find how meaningless his question was upon answering yours.Â
âI think having a significant other would be nice, but I don't think that's something I am trying to actively pursue right now.â Deuce chimes in his own thoughts and you let out a little laugh which also chimes just as beautifully.
âI think youâd need to be better at talking to girls first before you even consider trying to pursue one.â Light hearted laughter airs around you as you lean into his arm, your shoulders bumping up rhythmically.Â
âW-wha-!â
âThe last time you talked to a girl, or tried to court one - if you can even call it that - was the ghost that kidnapped Idia.â
Deuce sputters out, feeling a sense of embarrassment as you tease him about his interactions with the ghost bride, his face burning a bright red like the cards in which glossed a new coat of red paint on white roses. Besides you both, Jack takes into consideration your walking speed. He truly was showing consideration in his own way and it was something you didn't mind at all, in fact it made you feel appreciative for what he was doing. He would be leaving the two of you in the dust if he wanted to, only showing that he does indeed care about you. Deuce does the same of course, considering you are latching onto him for support as you stagger about.Â
âI would understand why Deuce would just freeze up like that. When it comes to expressing those types of feelings itâs always better to actually be sincere about it.â Jack has always been more on the serious side, always viewing the perception of love as something that should last forever between you and your partner. A sense of loyalty and something not to take lightly of.
Love has many different meanings to it. A vast broad way to make a connotation of sorts which could be related in any way whatsoever. Something that you blatantly already knew of course. âOk mister love counselor, I get that part alright? Besides, itâs not like you have to actually say you love them, I think itâd be harder to believe if you did say âi love youâ though.â
With his ears flattening with your sarcastic remark he shouldâve known better than to say something that has at least more than once been thought about.Â
âShe didnât require you to say âI love you.â As long as you were a good enough candidate to fit her unrealistic, old fashion, and cliche ideal standards then youâd be good to go.â
âOkay but I meant it in a general sense. Not just for the incident with Eliza.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â His question beckons to be answered as his tail waves from slight confusion, Deuce also sharing a similar if not more confused look.Â
âWell if someone told you they loved you in a romantical sense, would you believe them?â
âAm I supposed to doubt them? Thatâd just be rude and disrespectful to their feelings.â
âMe personally, you could say it would also depend on who's confessing to me.âÂ
âThat's true too Deuce. I could say the same. But I don't know. How could you believe someone who would confess such strong words towards you? I find it a bit surreal.â
âHas anyone ever confessed to you (y/n)?â
âShut up Jack.â
A low snorkeling chuckle comes out unprompted as he muses himself in your dejected response and Deuce can only shake his head a little from the way the two of you have been slightly bantering with each other. Usually it would be Jack to be the one shaking his head, but you tend to bring out the mischievous and playful side of him.Â
âIâm going to take this personally and hope that you also take me not taking your arm personally too.â
Jack is visibly taken aback with your proclamation as his ears perk up. âHow childish!âÂ
âNo it's not! You basically just told me that I'm not attractive!â
âDon't put words into my mouth!â
âOr! Perhaps you do have secret admirers and they are too scared to confess (y/n)â
Silence fills the air as you both have failed to think of such a possibility during the small moment of your little bantering, both your heads turning to look at Deuce who gives you guys a more serious face.
Relaxing a bit as Jack and you jaunted down, you go back to your usual casualness as the three of you continue your way to Sams. Your destination is not too far off as you three have been filling the time with conversation, making the walk feel shorter than usual. âOh that might be true for most people. People may just be scared to confess to others.âÂ
âI mean you can always indirectly confess you know. A lot of people do that instead of outwardly confessing.âÂ
Deuce's eyes widen a bit with a type of child's curiosity and it only prompts you to further expand on what you meant. âDo you mean like a love letter?â Jack inquires and gives off from your earlier proposition.Â
âYeah, basically. Or you can say something to convey your feelings to them.âÂ
âSuch as?â Deuce with his ample experience seems to show quite the interest despite stating some time ago that pursuing someone was not something he was actively trying to do. Though he still valued it as something to consider for future references in the case that a situation were to spring up and prompt him to initiate.Â
An endearing smile scrawls on your face as you peer over to Deuce, Jack also listening intently as well. All this talking seems to have distracted you from the pain in your feet, but despite your hold on Deuceâs arm loosening you continue to keep your arms linked together anyways as the cool breeze comes to freshen you three up.âWell, there is this saying in poetry back in my world some people were fond of using some time ago. You basically ask someone if the moon is beautiful, and that's basically saying that you love them. If they agree with you then that's them reciprocating your feelings.â
âAh, really? Thatâs some interesting and creative way of doing it. I feel like I wouldnât be able to tell at all and only see it as a regular question though.â Deuce still nonetheless finds it rather intriguing. âReally? Iâm sure there must be a saying similar to that here.â As you make it up to the shop, finally arriving after what felt like a short time despite the lengthy conversation, you find a familiar face.Â
âOh, is that? Ortho!â Waving over to Ortho, he reciprocates the friendly gesture and waves back. Seemingly, it appeared that Ortho just came back from some shopping from Sam's shop, quickly walking over in a spring-like gait.
âAh! Itâs (Y/n)(L/n), Deuce Spade, and Jack Howl! What a pleasant surprise to see you guys. Are you guys planning on getting something from Sam's shop?â His friendly personality was warming as usual and he was one of the people here whom you got along fairly well.Â
Finally latching off of Deuces arm you decide to give it a try to stand as you also intend to approach Ortho with a welcoming and friendly smile. No longer leaning your weight on Deuce to help support yourself, you wince a little but endure the pain as you apply your usual weight onto your feet. Ortho seems to automatically notice and with the way his brows furrowed to show concern, Deuce and Jack come from behind standing close in the case that something happens.
âAh prefect, you seem to be in pain! Your pain receptors and heart rate along with your tissue sensors seem to indicate you have a sense of soreness on your feet! Have you been over exerting yourself perhaps?â And as usual, due to Orthoâs inbuilt sensor indicator he seems to be all the more observant about your throb.Â
âAha you could say that. I joined Deuce and Jack in their club today so that's why. So here we are to buy some comfortable socks for me in the near future if this does happen again.â
Your lighthearted laugh doesn't seem to shake off Orthoâs concerned looking face however, so he offers to try and heal you up with some ointment packed on him. Youâre grateful really, but you don't really feel all that comfortable taking your shoes and socks off right now in front of your friends after a hearty run.
âOh no thank you Ortho. I really appreciate it but Iâm sure Iâd be better with some rest after. On another note, how about you search something up for me?â Your sudden change in topics catches Deuceâs and Jackâs attention as they both stare at your back as if knowing what you plan on asking.Â
âOh sure! If you insist so then Iâll leave you be then Prefect. What is it you wanted me to search up? I can get it in a blast!â His enthusiasm felt infectious and it quirks a small smile on your face despite the enduring pain. His body language conveying as such similar to how a human normally would if not for his obvious robotic decals and constructure.Â
âCould you see if this saying means anything? âThe moon is beautiful, isn't it?ââ In a docile manner he quickly gets to it and with a few audible beeping computerized clicks he announces some articles and other works of literature where such a line would be found; similarly fitting the words or having the words exactly but not in a way to express someone's affection for another.
âAh, I see. So your world really doesn't have that saying around.â You didnât sound disappointed per-say, but you didnât really expect much either. Upon noticing your lack of reaction, Ortho tilts his head curiously.Â
âWhat were you hoping to find Prefect? Iâm sure whatever it was we can find it together!â
Shaking your head lightly you only cross your arms and let out a slight sigh. âYou see, back in (y/n)âs world, that saying is an indirect way to say âI love you,â something you say to confess your feelings apparently.â Jack comes from behind and now to the side of you as he makes his presence more prominent. With an intrigued shine in Orthoâs eyes, he grips on his grocery bag slightly and brings a delighted fist up over to where his mouth would be.Â
âAh! On the way here were you guys perhaps talking about ways to confess to someone?â
âEr, not exactly. The topic kinda just happened as we were talking about how to indirectly confess to someone in general.â Deuce also comes in to step up from behind and by your side now as he too makes his presence more prominent.Â
âOh I see, the topic of love and confessions! How wondrous, should I search for some other ways to indirectly court or express your feelings towards someone?âÂ
Bringing a hand up to stop Ortho, you give him a little small smile to assure him that it wasnât needed. âThanks for the offer Ortho, but that was all I wanted at least. Everythings rather copacetic right now anyways haha.âÂ
âAnyways, we should better get going since I have some plans later.â Jack begins to announce as he proceeds to walk up and you soon follow after in a wobbly state, though still managing, as Deuce follows behind intentionally there to look out for you in case youâd need assistance.Â
âAww well alright then, it was nice talking to you guys. See you some time!â And with a fleeting goodbye wave, the three of you go ahead and approach Samâs shop. Ortho now off with a tune playing as he goes down the dirt path road back to Ighynide.Â
âOh? How fascinating. To think such simple words convey tremendous feelings, fufu. Perhaps I should try saying it to them sometime when I have the courage.â Near the building of Samâs shop, a ludicrous tall shadow looms behind a fairly covered tree.
Sneaking behind one of his towers, Jade picks up one of his pawns and sets it forward, diagonal to yours. Now swallowing and taking out one of your pawns heâs able to decrease your chess pieces. Moving your king further back out of sheer blindness and fear, all to which you know you should protect, Jade proceeds to think of his next move; now eyeing the knights in the back row which was still perfectly not in use aligned with his king and queen.Â
Nov - 6, XXXX
âSometime ago from the mirror chamber over to the botanical garden I saw Jack, Deuce, and my darling pearl (y/n) coming from the field as I made my way. I must admit, I indeed felt irked that they were clinging onto Deuce like that. However I kept my composure and decided to stay hidden and observe, something that I have always reaped benefits from.â
âTo continue along, as I was listening to what they were talking about it appears that they were on the subject of how to court someone indirectly. Oh what a valuable insight to what my dearest has to say!â
In the botanical garden there sat the infamous student, Jade Leech. With no one around in the greenery place, there he sat talking to his mushrooms to which he cared for tenderly. In the placement of actual companions who could listen to his lovesick woes and scheming little ploys, it seems that he much prefers talking to his own plants which grow healthily from his careful attentiveness and candid affection.Â
âWould my little shrooms care to know what it is my dearest had said?â To no response from the fungi planted in its bed of components, he only lets out a more passionate look to compel more.Â
âThe only thing they talked about was this saying back in their world. The person who asks if the moon is beautiful is quite frankly another way to profess your love in poetry. If the person who you asked it to agrees then they basically are reciprocating your mutual feelings. Isnât that lovely?â
No response. If someone were to witness this surely theyâd think that Jade would be a little crazy. Not like heâll let anyone see him in this state though. Lest if they do then pray to the sevens that they would be able to see the next day come.
Adjusting the lighting to perfectly fit the conditions to aid its growth, Jade lets out a beaming smile as he thinks about the two things he tends to show more prominent love aside from his familial relations. You and his mushrooms.Â
âIf I continue to engage in social interaction with (y/n) then I am positive the likelihood of them returning my feelings would be higher. Iâve been doing so for the past few months now, perhaps I should start planning my confession.â
Sitting on a bench, he slumps in his folded arms ensuring that his head or arms were away from the bedded fungi; the edge of the earthy wooden table. Flashes of your face and scenarios playing in his head arise like a continuous movie film on repeat, the sound of your laughter and the feeling of his heart racing in his chest felt like he was immersed in the movie he was watching. Oh how he could replay them over and over again, a goofy love-stuck smile curling on his face as he buried it deeper into his arms.
âJade! There ya are!â A sudden voice calls out to him and he springs up from surprise. He didn't hear anyone come in, just how long has he been in his own little world?
âAh Floyd, what are you doing here?â Standing up from where he sat, he began to approach Floyd as he was coming over towards his way as well. A prime smile on his face yet he looked brighter than ever.Â
âAzul needs ya. Youâve been gone for awhile, thought ya went out to the mountains again,â swinging down with a huff as he sits himself on the bench, he leans his head back to give him a rather laid back smile. âGood thing you were in here though, wasnât planninâ on tryna get you back all the way from the mountains.âÂ
âOh my, did I perhaps lose track of time? Thank you for letting me know Floyd, I'll be sure to hurry along then.â The materialistic multitudes of sound coming together as Jade brushes and pats himself come together to accompany the brightful air around him. âAh? Yer beinâ all smiley Jade, is it cus of these damn mushrooms or somethin?âÂ
âYou could say itâs part of the reason, Floyd.â
With a click of the tongue and his brows slightly twitching, Floyd bounces up with a swift swing of his legs and starts walking alongside Jade. âUgh, is it shrimpy again?â
âGasp! How did you know?â As Jade makes a feigned gasp and his hand placed over his mouth, Floyd can only roll his eyes and shake his head from his fake and obvious display of faux surprise. âUrgh, keep yer lovey-dovey thoughts to yerself. I aint tryna hear all that sappy and weird stuff again.âÂ
âOh dear, and here I thought you actually secretly liked to hear my woes Floyd.â With the both of them now walking off, Floyd and Jade start to talk about other affairs as they head back to Mostro Lounge.
Without realizing it, you move your castle over and take out his pawn resting on the black squares making up the chessboard. Too infatuated with his own plans, he fails to see you make a move with your knight and you proceed to place it on a white square. Ready to defend what you have left or ready to steal his pieces.Â
Nov - 8, XXXX
The indifferent sounds of inharmonious male voices fill up the school halls as they go by their constructed schedule of schooling. Classes are left empty momentarily as students leave to head on and transition over to their next subject whether it be magic history or astrology, or perhaps they may skip and find the chance to slack off.Â
A diversity of students are scrambling around and covering the school grounds, if seen above it might be like seeing a field of colorful jelly beans laid out on a structured maze platform. Stepping out of the classroom which is labeled at the top â1-A,â you and Grim along with many others go by the schedule as well; stepping out of the classrooms to head on over to their next classes.Â
âRaaah~! I almost fell asleep there. Can you believe weâre gonna have an upcoming test in Crewel's class?!âÂ
A yawn can be heard and ushered out from your little fur ball of a companion, Grim. Resting on your shoulders you can only respectively share the same tired stare on your face as you step out into the school corridors. âWe have a day or two maybe to study for it, it should be enough time to cover what we need to go over.âÂ
The wintery dim skies makes the air around you a bit more chilly than normal, making you feel a little drowsy even. âMrmgh, whyâd we have to get out of bed ~? It was the perfect temperature to sleep in!â As he then closes his eyes while resting on your shoulder, you can only give a sigh and roll your eyes as you make your way over to your shared class. With heavy eyelids and heavy limbs dragging your feet, you lazily make your way past the cluster of students.Â
âYea no kidding, I wanted to sleep in too. Any second longer and I wouldâve succumbed to the comfort of our bed.â Bringing your hand to your face you start rubbing your drowsy eyes. âGod the weather is so perfect to sleep in. A cold morning is so nice.âÂ
âI agree, I feel rather closer to home the more the temperature drops.âÂ
âWHAT THE FUC-/ NYAHHHHH!â
As you and Grim jump up into the air - his fur all frayed and animated looking like those Halloween black cats up on display windows during the spooky-season sales - Jade stands behind the two of you with a casual smile on his face.Â
âFufu, well I see you are rather more awake now.â Alongside him stood Floyd and Azul, the most recognizable sea trio ever. Floyd seemed to also be in a sleepy state as his slanted eyes were closed and his stance being all lazy and slump-like. Azul, ever the dashing man he is, looks back at you with a formal smile.Â
âI must agree with you there Jade. Although the weather cannot nearly compare to the temperature at home, I find the cold to be rather comforting.âÂ
âW-What the hell Jade? Donât pop up out of nowhere like that.â As you place your hand over your chest, the feeling of your heart beating rapidly due to the fright can be felt and heard in your eardrums. âApologies, my intention wasnât to scare you, Prefect.â Although you can't be too sure if he really was genuine with that apology, the look on his face said otherwise. And with a slightly scoffing click of the tongue you fix your posture and stand up with a straight posture to address him.Â
âWhat do you guys want?â After youâve calmed down, you press your palms on your hips, giving him a more stern expression. Grim is practically still recovering from the sudden scare as he clings onto your leg. âOya? Asking us what we want? Why arenât you a generous one (y/n).
âIndeed, if that's the case then I would like-â
âYou know damn well that's not what I meant!âÂ
âOi, shut it will you? Yer loud voice is botherin me.â Floyd speaking up in irritance causes you to divert your attention onto him and you flinch back a bit, making note of controlling your volume. Coming up to stand in front of Jade now, your attention is now placed onto Azul, his pristine air around him calling for professionalism. âTo be quite frank, we heard your little call of distress just now and would like to offer assistance.â Smiling ever so politely as he places his hand on his slightly puffed up chest, you can only feel a sense of dread for what's to come.Â
âYou want to help us study for our upcoming potionology test? Why? Whatâs in it for you?âÂ
Feigning a shocked and offended look, Azul shakes his head slightly and you continue on just stare at him with disinterest. âWhy, out of the goodness of my heart of course! Iâm just trying to help my dear friend, yes? Iâm just trying to show my comradery because friends are supposed to support and help each other.â Hearing his words make you snicker, and Jade canât help but be amused a little at the show displaying your interactions with Azul.Â
âHmm? Shrimpy and little seal needs help with their studies? Oooh count me in~ heheâ Finally feeling awake with a sense of amusement, Floyds demeanor shifts to a more sneaky and cunning air around him. âWait, I didn't even agree to this!â Grim lets out a similar statement as well, picking him up into your arms as you hold him for a sense of comfort.Â
âNow now no need to be so rude. We merely just want to help.â You know damn well that he has other intentions other than to simply just âhelp,â and what other perfect way than to try and take advantage of the fact that you two had an upcoming test. âNo way, I'd rather have someone else tutor us.âÂ
âOh how your words and hostility wound me (y/n),â bringing a finger to swipe at his fake tears Azul then moves to the side and switches back up once again. âVery well, if you refuse to take my assistance then why not choose between the Leeches to tutor you?âÂ
Giving him the most âAre you seriousâ look ever towards Azul, you divert your eyes to look over at Jade and Floyd who stood beside each other. It was like you were in a bachelorette/bachelor show right now having to pick between which twin you wanted to date as Azul was the host. âW-Wait I never-â
âTimeâs ticking Prefect, unfortunately we all have classes to attend so hurry won't you?âÂ
WHY IS HE PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT?!
Grim being firm with his whine and response simply says he doesn't want either and jumps out of your arm, scrambling off to class without you, seeing that you really were left alone in this situation. Thanks so much âcompanion.â Darting your eyes back and forth to Jade's polite yet somehow eerie aired smile and Floydâs amused and up-to-no-good lazy smirk, you frantically blurt out one of their names without much thought.Â
âJ-Jade!â It wasnât an easy pick, but in all honesty at least this eel can try and be tame for the most part. So scratch that, it was a rather easier and obvious pick. With a pleased smile on his face, Jade simply places a hand over his chest as if he was glad to have been chosen. âI will do my best to tutor you well then Prefect. Thank you for choosing me.â Ding Ding Ding! And it seems that (y/n) chose contestant number 2! Jade Leech!Â
âEhhh? Why didnât ya pick me shirmpyyyy? It wouldâve been so much more fun. Oh well, Iâm not really feeling like tutoring ya no more anyways.âÂ
You guess calling Jade was a good call, but the slight glint in his eyes causes some uneasiness in you. Letting out a slight chuckle and a one-sided crooked smile, you look up to Jade who now as well stood in front of you. âAha, yea.. I look forward to it as well.â As you make up your quick plans of when and where to meet, you four all go your own separate ways to head over to class. Thinking to yourself, you really had no choice or say in this with the way they gave you no options whatsoever. Â
âLook at you looking so chipper Jade.â Floyd slightly remarks as out of the three, Jade's smile is ever so radiant.Â
âYes, I'm quite pleased that the plan went rather well.â
ââPleasedâ is such an understatement. You seem more ecstatic to say the least, like how you are always with those batches of mushrooms.â
âUrgh, don't even mention 'em Azul. It's already enough having to hear him talk about his mushrooms and âShrimpy thisâ or âShrimpy that,â blergh.âÂ
âIâm glad to know I am not a direct victim of his ramblings with you in my stead.â
âOh how you both wound me so.â And as the three walk off in the opposite direction, the show of bachelorette/bachelor has ended with you and Jade going to meet up for your little date. With Grim being there of course, but under Jade's care he is a rather easy case to take care of and Jade will ensure that things will be under control now.Â
The first drops of snow in your heart flutter down as the first lingering thoughts of Jade come hither to rest in your mind. And as Jade proceeds to move his knights in places to ensure his next move winds up being a success, slowly breaking down your wall of pawns to get to the heart of what makes you stay in the game, to obtain your king and end the game. Slowly but surely, his methodical and strategic thinking would lead him to success and only then, would he be able to have your king. A game of chess to where you don't know youâre playing as he stares down at the chessboard.
Iâve been seeing him more often lately⌠A lingering thought nestles in as you make your way over to class.
Three pawns down, no moves made, and a clear break through heading towards your unprotected king. An open line is presented and clear for him to make a bold break for it. With slight hesitation as he's about to pick up his knight, he then draws back his hand and proceeds to bring his king up instead.Â
Present DayÂ
Nov - 15, XXXX
âHey Henchman, is it just me or have we been seeing Jade a lot more often recently?â
âGlad to know youâre finally noticing Grim, I've seen him around much more frequently since a couple months ago too. Itâs quiteâŚ. Odd honestly.âÂ
I kinda wanna see him some more thoughâŚ
 âYou think heâs trying to get something from us?â Perched on the top of your head, Grim tilts his head forward a little to try and make curious eye contact with you. With his pitchfork-like tail wagging around in the air, you casually make your way down the stairs from NRCâs main building to head back to Ramshackle dorm.
âI hope not. Not like I'll just let him anyway, man I hope we don't see him again.â
I wonder where he could be right now⌠could he⌠be busy? Itâd be nice to see him againâŚ
With a lift of your foot, another step is placed off the hard slate wooden stairs as you now continue onward. Classes have ended and an assortment of dispersed students with colors consisting of their respecting dorms filter through the halls quickly. Some going back to rest in their dorm rooms, others maybe attending after school club activities, or perhaps some going to pursue their other hobbies. Whatever time is available, every student here uses it to the fullest.
âYa could say that again. If he comes by again then Iâll just blow out my flames and cook him dry! Nyahaha!â
His arrogant laugh makes you roll your eyes as a soft smile forms on your face, slightly shaking your head with Grims weight on top. âHah, sure, whatever you say Grim.â
âIt's THE Great Grim!âÂ
With a flick of your wrist and a scoff, you couldn't bother to resay his name just for his own satisfaction even in a sarcastic manner. Tilting your head in a mischievous manner, you feel the weight of Grim scrambling and jumping off with a hoarse yelp coming from him. As he lands on his paws, you let out a giggle watching his scowling face directed towards you.Â
âI was trying to look at the sky, but you were in the way, Grim hehehe.â Knowing that was not at all the case, before Grim could retort he pauses and it causes you to stop in your tracks as well. Standing on the gray pavemented pathway near the open ended exit from which you both came from, you looked down at Grim a bit curiously. âGrim? Whyâd you stop?â
Now on all fours, Grim perks his head up as if tailing an annoying fly around his head. With more cat-like animatics, Grim starts swirling his head just slightly and sniffing as if he can see a delicious aroma in those cartoon episodes. âSomethinâ smells goodâŚâÂ
The cold weather makes it hard for odor particles to pass through due to the more compact molecules, however you can tell just how drawn Grim is to whatever may be causing the smell. Taking a big inhale, you try smelling whatever it is that Grim may be smelling, your chest puffing up as you take in a big amount of air in your lungs.Â
âI don't smell anything Grim, what are you-â
âAh! Over there!â It seems he has found the source of whatever it may be he was smelling, pinpointing it rather quickly as he scurries off. âAh! Wait Grim! Where are you going?!â Before you can follow suit, not so far off a voice calls out and grabs your attention.Â
âAh, good evening prefect.â
Turning your head around, youâre met with no one but Jade. His voice divulging you and making his presence known. Although so suddenly and randomly, you canât help but feel a sense of tingling in your chest.
Jade!
âJ-Jade! What are you doing here?â Changing your position from almost sprinting off, you shift yourself back to face Jade instead to properly converse with him. Upon looking up at him, you note the clouded and dull gray skies as it soars vastly.Â
âClasses have ended some time ago, I was merely on the way back to my dorm. I would assume that itâs the same for you, yes?â Jade stood comfortably, not another layer of clothing on him in sight to withstand the colder weather while he sticks to nothing but his usual uniform wear. You, on the other hand, had a thicker jacket on top of your uniform to help adapt to the temperature around.Â
âWell, I was. That was until Grim ran off somewhere again. Hah, seriously I might as well forget about trying to chase after him. He can come back whenever he wants.â With a defeated sigh, you slightly slouch forward with your arms swinging from back to back.Â
âHmm well if that's the case, may I walk you back to your dorm?âÂ
Youâve been getting used to how casual heâs been lately, considering the amount of times youâve been seeing each other through mere âcoincidences.â Though recently whenever Jades around you can't but help to have that lingering feeling of wanting to stay with him just a bit longer. Whenever he leaves he immediately fills up your mind whenever you allow it to and you can't help but let your mind wander. Is this perhapsâŚ?
âHello? (Y/N)? Are you spacing out?â With his hand waving in front of you to snap you out of your daze, your unfocused stare comes back into reality and out of your thoughts. âHuh? What?âÂ
How adorableâŚ
âI asked if I could walk you back to your dorm. If you arenât feeling well then-â
âOh no! Iâm perfectly fine! I just spaced out for a bit haha. But uhm, I don't mind if you did accompany me back.â
In the way you responded allowed you to give you a sense of freedom to where you arenât actually giving him a direct and decisive response. More so an indecisive one. Slightly fidgeting with the hem of your jacket you give him a lightly aired chuckle to ease up the atmosphere.Â
âSo I would say you want me to accompany you back, correct?âÂ
âWell I didnât say that I didnât want you to accompany meâ
âYouâre rather indirect with what you want (Y/N).â With a slight tut, shaking his head like a common motion of showing one's dismay you can only rile backup to defend yourself with reason.Â
âNo I'm not! I said I didnât-! Hah, whatever. Fine, I would like it if you were to accompany me back to Ramshackle Jade.âÂ
âFufu very well then. It would be my pleasure too.â Seriously, he seems to always have a way with words. Putting you on the spot like that so easily and casually.Â
But at least weâd be able to spend time together again.
The two of you make your way back over to Ramshackle, following the usual pathway you commonly take when out of classes. The silence lingering between you both causes you to fidget some more as you try to make it obvious you're not at all bothered by it. Staring straight ahead while you see Jade in the corner of your eye next to you as you both walk along-side each other, you can only wonder why he isn't saying anything. Usually Jade makes conversation with you whenever you two are together, perhaps he just isnât feeling all that talkative. An unfamiliar tension is slightly there, one that wasnât there before and you can't understand why but to only question it.Â
Perhaps it's the cold, but you feel your cheeks slightly growing a little red. What other reason could there be? Next to you Jade remains silent while peacefully walking next to you, and without your knowledge, he smiles just slightly feeling a slight of anticipation.
âCurious, but do you maybe know why Grim ran off (Y/N)?â Jade finally breaks the silence by asking a question, you feel a slight relief in your chest.Â
âAha, I don't know. He said that he smelled something good⌠Maybe food? Probably someone is snacking around here and he may be a victim to Grimâs antics and persistence haha.â
âThat is not the caseâ Looking over to Jade who sounds so sure of himself, it quizzes a question out of you. âWhat do you mean? How can you be so sure?â
âWhy, I would know of course. Because I was the one who placed some salted steamed fish near the bushes.â Â
âWhat? Then whyâd you ask?!â With a nonchalant smile on his face it can only be contrasted to your taken back and startled reaction. Placing a hand on your back, Jade continues the path while guiding you along to continue further with him. âWait, more importantly why did you do that?â
Jade stays quiet, that smile still on his face as he continues to keep his hand on your back. Wait, now that you think about it you two are going off course and straying from the usual path you take to head back to Ramshackle. With your heart quickening in your chest, you can only start to nervously sweat at where this is going. âU-Uh Jade? Where are we going? What are you doing?âÂ
As his eyes slowly turn to look at you, his head still facing forward however and his smile ever the same, you can't help but to shiver a bit and get a feeling that whatever heâs planning isn't going to go well. âOya, thereâs no need to be so nervous now. I thought we might take a detour to enjoy the weather a bit more.âÂ
âNo but uh, you didn't answer my ques-â Suddenly bringing his hand from your back to wrap around your shoulders, he draws you close into his side and it prompts you to stop your walk and just freeze from the surprise. âWhy? Well I simply wanted to be alone with you of course.â
Your whole right side of your body is pressed up against his left side. With wide eyes, you don't dare to look over to Jade, refusing to let him see your sudden flusteredness. Your heart is beating so loud that youâre hoping that he canât hear it as well. His arm around you almost longingly, the sudden stillness as you both don't move a muscle, and the sound of your heart beating at a rapid pace as if on a roller coaster. You really wish you could say that the whole reason your face is red is because of the cold and your body temperature just suddenly dropped! But it would make more sense that youâd be blue and purple then red⌠So then why exactly are you-
âOh dear, look at you getting so red in the face. Do you perhaps like the weight of my arm around you?â You didnât even notice, too occupied in your own thoughts and spacing out, that Jade had proceeded to lean forward to be face to face with you. âWha-!â
A pleased smile is formed as he sees you snap out of your thoughts and he leans back up and adjusts his arm around you to let it sit more comfortably. Looking back up at the scenery the sky has to hold, he holds you ever so lovingly and affirmably.Â
âJ-Jade what is- what are-! Whatâs going on!?â Matching the weather, you freeze stiffly in his hold, unfamiliar to his loving touch. It was rather unusual for him to make such a bold and tender move, a foreign feeling yet for you to adjust to.Â
The sky is covered in splotches of clouded gray cotton, the meek shine from the sun is still blocked by the airy cold sheet of gas yet still blinding to look at. Inhaling the dewy air that gives oneself a sense of refreshment, Jade closes his eyes and tilts his head up to admire the brightened gray scale that vasts above you both.Â
âTell me, Prefect,â beginning to speak calmly, you try to distract yourself from your close proximity and focus on what he had to say next. âThe moon is quite beautiful, is it not?âÂ
âWhat?â Killing your stiffness, youâre found to be quite dumbfounded and caught off guard. âWhat are you talking about Jade? Itâs still daytime and the moon isnât even-â
Pausing, you let his words sink in. The moon isnât out. His arms are around you. You both are together, secluded. You are alone with him. No Grim. No Deuce. No Floyd. No Azul. Just you and him.Â
Badum. Wait, is heâŚ
Badum. Did he just tell meâŚ
Badum. Badum. Badum. He knows what that meansâŚ
Badumbadumbadumbadumbadum! He just told me he loves-!
âCat got your tongue? I hope that isnât the case, it was the only reason why I sent Grim away from us after all.â His thumb is soothingly rubbing circles into your arm while he keeps you in place, ensuring you don't spring up or leave from his hold in any way. This was like his own way of trying to calm you down, fully aware of how thunderstruck you may be at the moment; the motions of his gesture somewhat helping.Â
âJade.â
âYes?â
âBack in the loungeâŚ. YouâŚ.â
âYes, indeed. I said the same thing then as well.â
âThen you⌠Are you saying- that you⌠Did you justâŚâ
No longer looking at the sky, he turns his head to give you his full undivided attention, waiting for you patiently to make your conclusion. Still refusing to look him in the eyes, you droop your head lower just a little as you feel yourself getting smaller in his arm. Bringing your hands together, your fingers start to fiddle with each limb and cloth it can find near its reach, usually playing around with the hem of your uniform under the blanket of your jacket.Â
Slightly opening your mouth, your brows furrow and you swear you can feel your knees go slightly weak if not for the support of his arm grounding you. âIâŚâ
This man is playing with me right now.Â
Without even having to look, you can just feel his eyes on you. Finally reverting back to your more casual self, you shake your head with a sigh feeling more calm. âHah, okay Jade I love you too.â
âMy, what a bold confession there.âÂ
âAt least I didnât confess indirectly.âFinally looking up at him, you give him a bit of sass as you roll your eyes and a chuckle escapes his lips. His grip becomes slightly more firm and if you were to lean on his chest, you can swear that his heart was beating just as loudly as yours.Â
âYouâre finally looking at me, my dear Pearl.â His eyes soften as you look into his olive and golden eyes, his voice laced with such affection that it makes your body feel tingling with how much warmth it held despite the cold air. âPearlâŚâ Slowly repeating what he said quietly, letting the words sink in further more, your eyes widen and a slight sparkle glosses over. His other hand comes over and cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against the softness it brings. âYes, my Pearl.â Jade droops his head lower till your foreheads touch, releasing his hold on your shoulder to then cup the other side of your face. Your cheeks might just be comparable to that of a hand warmer, but you can't help it. Not when heâs being so tender like this. Not when heâs locking eyes with you while giving you the most love-stricken smile ever. Not when you two are so close. âThe moon is very beautiful right Jade?â You softly lull out, the growing thoughts of him filling up your head space.
âVery, it really is beautiful.â A little giggle ushers out, a giddy smile and tender hands. A loving look and a fond voice. A dovey feeling and a pacing heart. There, on the side of the public pavement road, stood two lovebirds where the trees bristle through the wind and hide them both perfectly. âItâs very enchanting if I must add. The moon that is. In fact, its shape and glow is similar to one of a pearl. A very beautiful one indeed.â
Tilting your head a little closer, your foreheads staying connected as he continues to hold your face and your hands on his, his words only make you quirk a wider smile. âYou know, youâre making my heart beat very fast right now you know that? If I die because of you, youâd be put behind bars.âÂ
âHmmmm, really now? And what makes you so sure I'd allow them to catch me so easily?âÂ
âWhy do I like you?â
âIn fact you donât. You professed you love me not too long ago.â
âYouâre right, unfortunately. I do, in fact, love you Jade Leech.â
Months of preparation, months filled with longing, months filled with shadowed moves, months filled with perseverance and patience, Jade Leech has finally accomplished what heâs worked for in one swell swoop from you. A kiss to the lips from the person who he always loved from the sidelines, now here in his hold as they reciprocate his mutual feelings.Â
Can we stay in this moment forever?
Watching you with the way you close your eyes just to kiss him, can he just stay in this moment forever? Forever to see the way your lashes sprawl out, long enough for him to count each and every piece of hair. Forever to feel your lips against his, long enough to remember the sensation and feeling of your soft lips. Forever to engulf himself in your natural aroma, long enough to have a sense of peace when he smells your scent. With his eyes open, even in the kiss he can't help but to just close it. Not when someone so beautiful is right in front of him. The first to place a kiss and the first to draw back from it, you quickly turn back around and bury your face in your hands.Â
Ah, they're getting all shy now. I wish it would have lasted longerâŚ
âOhmyfuckinggodijustkissedhimmmmm!â Whilst squealing in your hands Jade comes over and wraps his arms around your hunched figure, fully embracing you as he starts to feel gushy himself and nuzzles his cheek on the crown of your head. A big goofy silly smile on his face.Â
âOh whatâs wrong my dear Pearl? Youâre so red that it can rival Riddle's hair.â
âHah, I wonder whoâs causing such a symptom.â Removing your hands away from your face, you turn your head to meet Jade's beaming smile and red cheeks with your slight pouty and red face.
âI would gladly like to proclaim that I was the cause of such said symptoms.â
âGosh why did I even-â
Turning his head closer to yours as he leans over your shoulder, his voice suddenly becomes low and serious. The way he can suddenly change the mood with his tone tickles your ear and sends chills down your spine in a good way. His arms around your figure hugging you securely like a vine wrapping itself against a gate.Â
âI want to be the only one to make you feel this way, to have you look this way, to have you react this way. I would gladly like to be the reason for it knowing your affections for me are genuine. Just for you, Iâd love to be that reason.âÂ
âŚÂ
âFufufu, oh? To think your face couldnât get any more red. Look at you, oh how wrong I was~â
âJade you little-!âÂ
Turning around to engulf him in the same manner, you bury yourself in his chest. There you go, now you can confirm for real that his heart was indeed beating just as fast as yours. Standing still to hold each other in your arms, your red and burning face finding shelter in his bosom while he radiates a silly smile with red coated cheeks, you take the time to remember how things even came to be the way they are now. And as the two of you indulge each other, far off in Ramshackle dorm Grim is looking around to see if youâve yet arrived.Â
Moving his king up now in front of yours, thinking youâd make no move, heâs caught off guard as you pick up your king and take his. After all his chess pieces have eaten yours, nothing left but your king stood hopeful for him to take. Yet what a surprise of events that your heart took in the final move. It was a checkmate, and in the palm of your hand you gently held his king close to your heart.Â
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