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demonsword586 · 7 months

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A way to recovery| Marbas x reader

I made a short fanfiction based on what would happen if Beel didn't eat all the chocolate and....went with Marbas. (Honestly I just got na idea for Marbas pounding reader away into the oblivion and then just sticked with the valentine's card prolouge cuz I thought it could work)

Also small note:beginner writer here,this is my first oneshot...or an actual fanfic. Please be gentle

Trigger warning: female pronounces for the reader,dom!Marbas/sub!reader,the reader is a bit of a brat.....slight bondage?

Word count:7050

Fanfiction under the cut 👇

As Dong-gyun was offering you his chocolate,you humbly accepted it. He was a pretty sweet young devil after all and...free chocolate!Unbeknown to you,his kindness will bring you to the hospital...

And that's where you were now. Lying in a hospital bed in Paradise Lost,your body feverish and your breath short. The reason for your sudden visit: aphrodisiac poisoning...

What Dong-gyun hadn't told you was that he put a mandrake inside your chocolate. Now for a devil this is already a strong aphrodisiac but you are a human! Of course,something that could bring a normal devil to their knees,got you bedridden on the first bite. As soon as you had a taste of that sweet delight,your mind went into a frenzy before you passed out. Thankfully a few passers-by quickly rushed you to the hospital.

Now that the effects have calmed slightly and you are now conscious,all you can really do is wait for the doctor....if waiting wasn't so freaking painful! Your stomach was aching and you felth hot and bothered all over....especially in your pussy which by now was like a watherfall. Your wetness has already sipped through your underwear and making a small puddle under you,your skirt being the only clothing that left your dignity somewhat intact. On top of all that you just felt so pent up. The times you were in need of devil energy coudn't even compare.No this time felt the most urgent of them all. It felt...like you were dying. Dying from your desire and hunger. Gosh when will the doctor come already?!

Just as your hopes were being lost,you heard a creaking sound of the opening door and then something that sounded like heavy footsteps. As you lifted your heavy eyelids and slowly looked up,a big shadow covered your form. Your gaze tiredly followed the shadow's main body. You could see their bare stomach,covered by a few belts,their arms tightly bound together with a restraint jacket and their bare,muscular chest and shoulders before your eyes rested on their face as they gave you a look of dissapointment. The only hint of their displeasure in seeing you being shown in their look. They looked at you like someone would look at a drunk friend who got wasted even after they said they won't.

And just who was this mysterious figure bound like an animal? Marbas! You could feel your muscles relaxing just a bit as you sighed in relief,glad to see the person who could actually help you. But Marbas himself didn't look so pleased. He closed his eyes shut momentarily to compose himself before looking back at you,his normally formal aura back around him.

'Seems like you are in need of assistance,MC' he said in his soft and quiet yet a bit husky voice,as he looked down at you calmly. His eyes lingered a bit on your moving chest as you breathed and then on your thighs as they trembled,slightly from the aphrodisiac which was still invading your body and a bit more because of his intense stare. Though he wasn't completlly okay either. No,his mind was slowly falling into dirty thoughts as he could literary smell your desires,as well as see you in such a vulnrable state.

But he had to remain professional. You were his patient right now and in dire need of his help. You didn't deserve his deprived gaze to slowly strip you of your dignity in his mind. Marbas took a deep breath and quickly averted his eyes. He slowly slided his hands against each other in his straitjacket,uncliping the straps. The jacket gently slided off him,freeing his arms. He streached his sore arms for a moment before turning his head towards you,trying to keep his eyes only on your face. 'I been informed it was mandrake poisoning....I know it is not direclly your fault but you really should be more careful. If a devil gives you a gift,you shoudn't accept it so openly...after all,every one of us wishes to become closer with the child of Solomon,even myself. But such strong wishes can also lead to unfortunate accidents as this,so please watch yourself next time,MC.' he scolded you as if he was dealing with a small child who just accepted a candy from a stranger....which wasn't really far from the truth.

Normally you woudn't mind being told off as much,but in this case....your body was boiling! Your abdomen felt like it will burst,every breath you took felt like you were inside a smoke room. You needed a relief and your cure was right here,in a shape of a gigantic half naked muscular devil who was taking his sweet time just observing you. Even if it was for medical purposess,him staring at you wasn't helpful at all.

Out of desperarion you squurmed on the bed,your sweat glistering beautifuly on your skin as you tried to get into a comftrable position. But you knew that nothing would be able to soothe you other than Marbas,so you turned on your side and meekly pleaded with him.'Please Marbas.....please help...I need you' you said in a whisper,your voice barelly leaving your body.

What you have not realized though was that you were just testing an already struggling devil. He had to take a sharp inhale to calm himself even a little bit. He was already getting harder just at the whimp of your sweet scent but now you were even pleading with him while looking absolutelly ravishing. Your blushing cheeks,your plumb curves and your clothes sticking to them! It was all too much for him. You were really testing his self-control,weren't you?

He had fo close his eyes for a moment to keep himself together. Along with being unbound right now,meant that he had to really be careful with this. After a few moments he smiled at you. It was a small smile,mainly to reasure you and maybe just to delude himself that everything was alright. 'Of course,I am a healer...I'll have to touch you a bit since my abillity transfers through my hands. Please excuse me.....'

Just as he finished speaking,his hands were firmly placed on your thighs while he turned you over on your back. His hands then slowly creeped up your legs and under your skirt before swiftly lifting it and showing your soaking panties.

Wait....what was he doing?!Sure he had to touch you but does he have to expose you like this?! You were already embarrassed enough to be so openly aroused before Marbas,but did he really have to openly show to the world your shame?! You turned your head away and shut your eyes as if that would get you out of this situation. You tried to close your legs together...but you coudn't. Marbas tightened his grip on your thighs and even started spreading them.

But seeing the panic on your face,he leaned his head lower until his forehead was resting against yours. Feeling a bit bad for frightening you,he softly whispered 'Now,now...it's okay. I will be gentle. You won't even feel a thing,MC.'

While he was calming you down,his fingers sneaked behind the straps of your underwear and smoothly pulled them down,a slick trail connecting your privates to your garment before breaking.

He was right. You truly haven't felt anything. You were so focused on his quiet and deep voice as well as how your breaths intertwinning that his sneaky snatching of your panties went unnoticed by you.

Then suddenly,a small tingle ran through your core,almost like a small shock of electricity was sent through your clit. What caused it? Marbas's fingers of course....His thumb was gently tapping on your clit as his boney index and middle fingers entered you,slowly pushing inside you until their whole lenght was fitted in.

As soon as his fingers started working on your pussy,you immediately broke out from your peacfull transe. His skillful hands were too good at their job as he brought you intense pleasure. Was he using his healing abillity as well? Or are you just so desprate that everything feels too good?! Your voice came out in short and weak moans as you simply coudn't help yourself. How shameful...moaning in delight as this kind doctor tends to you! But as soon as you got your few seconds of ectasy,he pulled out...his fingertips were just teasingly resting against your entrance and even his thumb stopped and was just gently pressing on your clit.

You were cruely pulled out from your lustful delight and just left feeling unsatisfied. Your insides throbbing...wanting more... Confused and annoyed by him,you frowned and looked up at him,wanting to know why he was denying you. But as you saw his face...he was just as deranged as you were. His eyes wide,his breathing uneven and his cheeks giving a soft pink glow as he stared down at you. His gaze was lustful as he enjoyed watching you enjoy his healing in such an undignifying way. He clearly enjoyed this just as much as you....so why did he stop?!

Pissed off that Marbas has took away his fingers,you weakly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and glared up at him,as if that would intimitate him to continue. 'Marbas...why...why did you stop?....It felt good....'

What you had not realized though was....your glare looked more like a face of a horny bunny who just wanted a treat. Your face was hot,your brows were twiching slightly from the intense feelings inside of you and your eyes were simply breath-taking,your sweet voice wasn't doing you any favor as well.

He took a deep breath before lowering his face near yours,his lips close to your ear. 'Be patient...it's already hard for me to resist you on a daily basis....but now...you are simply ravishing',he growled into your ear before his fingers digged back into you again,this time with a tremendous force and speed. It was like his very fingers were fucking you,like they had a mind of their own. Pistoling in and out of you with almost inhuman speed. His thumb was busy flicking and rubbing cyrcles on your clit. It was all too much!

First you were edged by a simple gesture of Marbas' fingers gently placed inside of you but now you were feeling overwhelmed! It was almost painful how much stimulation he was giving you. You had to bite into his shoulder,to not yell out his name. Your fingers roughly scratching his back and even loosening the bandage that he was normally covered in.

As he felt your desprate attempts on grounding yourself back to reality,your nails digging into his flesh as well as your teeth,he grunted and growled. He brought his free hand around your lower back,holding you against him in a soft gesture. But to be honest...you weren't the only one going insane by all this. Even if he was the dominant one this time,he also had a hard time maintaining his calm persona. After all,he had a beautiful human in his grasp. A human every devil loved and desired...and they were clinging onto him like a prey. He didn't mind the slight pain that came with taking care of you,but what did annoy him was just how utterlly irresistable you were. He almost felt bad for doing this to you. After all you were so small and weak. He felt like a hungry wolf who has caught a little lamb....but at the same time,just why do you need to squirm so much?! Your wiggling was starting to irritate him. He was already turned on as soon as he saw you laying on the hospital bed,waiting for him to treat you,but with your squirming...your legs were rubbing against his boner which was still restricted by his pants and boxers.That made every little twich of it even more uncomftrable since it was still covered. Meanwhile you were panting and moaning into his shoulder while your inner walls were trembling against his fingers...while his hard on was basiclly pressed against your leg. He doubted you even noticed since you were too busy with your own pleasure. It was a bit unfair really. One was restriced by his own self-consciousness and just a few layers of fabric while the other was using him as her own personal vibrator. He needed to change things up a bit.

Suddenly his hand that was working tiredlessly on you has stopped and pulled away. His other hand that was holding you also laid you back down on the bed,a bit roughly as he moved away from you. His hair casting a shadow over your eyes as he got off the bed. Just what was he doing now? Was he....tired of you? Did you do something wrong? Maybe...were you too forceful?

While you were busy poundering over why he was leaving,especially in the middle of healing you....though it did kind of turn from a professinal doctor visit to him fingering you....he was busy rummaging through his pile of clothes,looking for something. As soon as he found it he went back to you,one of his belts in his hands.

When you saw him returning while carrying a belt,you breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he will finally finish what he started...but what did he need a belt for? Your question would fortunatelly or a little unfortunately for you,be answeared. Marbas's big form soon loomed over you again as he grabbed both of your hands before pinning them to the headboard of the bed. In just a few seconds,he pushed your hands against eachother and tied them with belt before tying them to the steel rod of the board. He was almost too good at it,though what else could be expected from a man who is tied up almost all the time.

You were a bit suprised by his sudden bold move. True you were being a bit handsy...but was this really necessary? Could it be that your lack of a gentle touch has made him decide to not indulge you at all? You were planning to touch him too...but just a bit later.

'Those nasty hands of yours won't touch me....especially in such a lewd manner. Clawing at my back like an animal...' he said in an almost cold tone as he stared down at you. His hands slowly traced your arms. From your fingers to your wrists which were bound and then down to your forearms. His fingertips softly gliding along your skin until they reached your button up shirt. He halted as soon as his fingers reached the buttons. He was almost tempted to open them..one by one....but what kind of fun would that be? You clearly showed just how submissive and bratty you truly are.

But no,he swiftly grabbed your shirt,his fingers going between the gaps of the buttons before he teared the fabric apart,making a few buttons fly off. As your shirt got opened,your plush breasts got revealed to him. Your nipples slowly hardening from the fresh air. You shuddered slightly from the new feeling. Your hands automaticlly wanted to go down so you could cover yourself,but you coudn't. Your hands were tied after all... That was a very bad day to go out without a bra. Marbas was already hard to read. You didn't know if he was just excited or actually annoyed by your perversion. But would he really think less of you,just because you didn't wish to have an uncomftrable bra today?

No he would not. In fact,he was quite enjoying the view. Seeing how you atruggled against the restraints,wanting to cover yourself a bit while your boobs jiggled a bit at your every movement. It was quite an enticing view. He smiled softly before one of his hands went up to touch your breast. Your flesh perfectlly fitted in his big hand as he kneaded it with his palm for a bit while being careful not to use too much force. He quite enjoyed the warm feeling of your skin and that he could feel your heart beating quickly under his fingers. His eyes slowly shited to your other breast,watching it with an almost warm and loving look. He slowly lowered his head until his lips were wrapped around your nipple. You gasped... 'W-What are you doing?!' you asked him,your voice shaking slightly from the gentle feeling of his tongue against your tiny nip.

'Making sure you aren't cold.It would be shamefull for a doctor to let his patient get sick while he's taking care of them' He lifted his head for just a second to answear you before going back to sucking onto your nipple. His suckles were soft to not overwhelm you yet his tongue was slowly swirling around your nipple,teasing it in a torturous way. His hand that was still on your other breast went to work as well. His fingers going along your skin until he found your other nipple and started playfully pinching and rubbing it between his fingers.

It felt...amazing. You touched your nipples a dozent of times yet they never felt this good before. Was it because someone else was touching you...or was he simply just an expert at your body? It didn't really matter since he made you whimper in pleasure anyway. Your body flinched every few seconds as he kept testing your sensitive bits,trying to figure out what made you scream the loudest. Your trembling and bound arms,fortunately had just enough slack for them to went up,hugging his head against you,pushing his face deeper against your soft flesh as your fingers ran through his black hair.

His emerald eyes went up to look at you as you brought him closer,taking this as a sign he was doing well and just maybe that you wanted more. Feeling a bit playful,he gently grazed his teeth against your nipple before carefully biting it. You quickly squilled as you felt a sudden pain. It wasn't bad but it did jumpscare you a bit. Understanding what it was you glared down at Marbas. He was staring up at you with a confident look as the corners of his mouth lifted just a little bit. That bastard was grinning at you! As soon as you saw that cheeky face of his,you decided to pay him back. Your fingers which were still tangled in his hair,suddenly tugged on them,making him arch his head away from your breast. He grunted from the stinging sensation before chuckling whole-heartedly,that stupid grin still on his handsome face. 'Alright,alright...I was only teasing,little bunny~'

His cheeky smile soon calms down a bit as he took your hands off of him. Maybe he was too easy on you...He decided to bind your hands fully to the headboard,rhat it was almost uncomftrable. You frowned and tugged on the retraints but they didn't even let you struggle properly. Marbas on the opposite of you,felt quite pleased with how helpless you looked. Still,you did deserve a little apoligy. He was the one pulling on your nerves after all.

His head slowly lowered again towards your chest but this time he gently kissed between your breasts. He slowly looked up at you,his uncovered eye looked at you lovingly. You immediately stopped resisting as you felt his soft lips on your flesh. He was suddenly so..gentle. Diffrwnt from the passion he was showing you before,almost as if he wanted to apoligise for going too far before.

He lazily closed his eyes before giving you another kiss,just a little below the first one. His hands gently traveled along your waist and hips,rubbing them in a soothing manner.Just like that he started giving you a trail of small but sweet kisses down your waist until he reached your belly button. He kissed it as well before looking back at you. 'Do you want more?' He asked you in a suprisingly soft voice. Your cheeks burned a bit at his question.You were already quite flustured before but...this gentle side of Marbas was good as well. Maybe even better,plus you can't really refuse a man when he's being so respectful,now can you? So you nodded slightly at him. A small smile garzing your lips.

He smiled back at you. He already knew you would be okay with it but having you confirm it to him that you want more...made him feel a bit proud of himself. He went back to giving you kisses. As he started just right under your belly button,his lips slowly traveled down your underbelly and pelvis,dangerously close to your pussy. You were excited about that part the most,feeling his lips down there,even if just for a few seconds would be divine....but just as he lifted his head to kiss you there...his eyes opened slightly,looking down at your most precious parts before....he kissed your inner thigh.

Eh? What was he doing now? Of course...of course! Even when he was being soft with you,he just coudn't help himself to tease you! Even now while you were pouting in disatisfaction,he still didn't touch you there. Oh no,his lips insted decided to settle on your other thigh now,licking it in a gentle way.

Still he coudn't tease you for too long now...you deserved to feel relief too as much as him. Out of nowhere you got hit by a strange wave of pleasure and shock. It was right in your little bundle of nerves...on your clit. Almost in an instant as soon as you felt this weird senastion of pleasure,you squezzes your plump thighs around Marbas' head,trapping it between your legs....actually what caused you to feel good all of the sudden? Marbas...he decided to finally show some affecrion to your precious privates when you let your guard down and gave you a gentle suck around your clit.

But with his head now trapped,he didn't have any other choice but to please you...not like he had other plans now anyway. His hands slowly traveled to your legs as he dig his fingers into your flesh,loose enough not to hurt you but just to have a good grip on those pretty legs of yours. Seems like he didn't want you to release him.

After a few more seconds he let go of your clit,yet his lips remained against your genitalia. He gently lapped at your labia,making long and slow licks against your whole pussy and then going back to suvking on your clit. Though it was more that he kwpt it in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He was very good at it too. His tongue moved so pleasingly against you. If your arms weren't bound you would for sure pull his head even closer,but alas...All you could really do was moan meekly and let your legs tremble. You coudn't even squezze his head more since he was holding onto your thighs. His arms were almost as hard and unmoving as those belts. You teuly started to feel like a little bunny who got caught in a trap. But instead of a hunter taking you...it was a fellow lustful beast who tok you to his advantage. You coudln't even move a muscle.

Suddenly,Marbas' tongue moved away from your clit and slowly licked down until he found your hole. His wet and masterful tongue then slowly entered you. The wet muscle moving around your insides wildly. He moved it around without any specific rythem,only following the sweet taste of your wetness. You whimpered quietly at the new sensation in your pussy. It felt great to finally have something inside yourself. But after a little bit,he started pulling his tongue out just slightly and then back in. He was tongue-fucking you! It was amazing. You could feel every little movement as if your senses highened. But after already getring edged and denied your orgasm once,being tongue-fucked by him was like God himself took your eagerness and pent up feelings as a prayer and cast Marbas' long and quick tongue as your salvation.

'M-Marbas...I...I'm close! Please...so...good! Ahh!!' You could only scream in pleasure as you felt your orgasm approaching. It was so close. So so close....and then all of your delightfullness dissapeared. Marbas swiftly pulled his mouth away from you and sat up,spreading your thighs slightly so he could settle between them.

He denied you...again. How dares he...you were so close to an exploding orgasm...and he denied you. You felt rage,boiling inside you. You normally woudn't be so angry at him. He was the kind doctor who loved taking care of you when you are sick,who checks on you daily to see how your day went. He was just like a giant teddy bear...yet in bed he was the opposite. He was like a hungry wolf,patientlly waiting for the best chance to hunt down his target. But that still didn't give him the right to be so mean!

Just as you were about to yell at him,you stopped. Marbas....didn't really look so goofy and playful anymore...He stared down at you with a hungry gaze. His eyes looking down at your weak figure,bound to his mercy. His breathing got heavier,he was almost growling. Looks like the beast's patiance broke.

His hands slowly moved away from your legs,trusting you that you will keep them open as his hands occupied themselfs with his pants,slowly pulling them down along with his underwear in one swoosh!

You could feel something long and fleshy hit your thigh. As you looked down, Marbas' cock was now freed and out in the open.He had a very nice shape,which curved up slightly. He was pretty long but not too girthy...still he was big. He had a slightly larger tip than the shaft. The shaft itself had nice outlines of his veins and a small neat bush of black pubic hair on top. His erection was already leaking precum and twiching as if it was waiting for this moment. Even though he looked so in control while playing with you,Marbas was actually really restraining himself. He was used to being tied up which meant his mind was usually free to do as it pleased. But right now,his body was free to do as his mind commanded. Which meant this whole time he had to keep his devilish instincts at bay. You could give him a pat on the back for being so good. He had to endure your lewd display,your adorable moans and even as he felt your velvety insides with his fingers,he was being a good boy and not going wild on your poor weak human body....but now his aching dick could finally get relief and bury itself in you.

You could literary feel the joy and fear creep up in you. You were almost beaming with happiness. You will finally be dicked down like you deserve. It almost felt like a privlage now for you to feel this big and pretty devil take you after he kept you waiting for so long. Yet you could also feel a bit nervous....he was very big. You weren't sure if you could take him. But if you managed Mammon,surely you could take Marbas as well!....still his lenght was intimitating...

He could see you were a bit conflicted of his cock. A small smile appeared on his lips as he reached up and gently rubbed your cheek 'It's okay...I know what you're thinking and I am telling you...it will be okay. Plus I streached you out a bit already...I'll put it in slowly...I promise I would never done this if it would cause you pain,little bunny.' He told you softly as his thumb rubbed your cheek before he leaned up for a second and gave you a sweet little kiss on your forehead. It certanlly helped calming your overworking mind. It felt so nice when he whispered to you like this. You were starting to question if he was using his abillity on you.

As he straightened his back,he took a deep breath and gripped his shaft,planning to arrange it against your pussy. When his tip kissed your entrance,he could feel how you flinched. You were still a bit nervous and excited at once! Still you needed to stay calm...it was just one of the biggest dicks you will probably ever take....

His eyes slowly looked up at you,just to make sure you were ready. He was a bit suprised when he saw you dig your nails into the wood of the headboard. It was no use...true you had taken a lot of big things in yourself but normally your hands werwn't bound! And there wasn't a giant devil looking down at you! It was like all of those little worries turned into one big mess of overthinking in your head. You had to choke back a breath as if that would make you seem okay in Marbas' eyes.

Feeling bad for you,he leaned down and started softly whispering in your ear 'There there...it's okay...just think of how good you will feel once I'm all inside...and try to relax.If it's too much,I'll stop and we can just cuddle instead...or if you want more,I can always just rub it against you'

You took a deep breath as he whispered to you,his tender and gentle tone relaxing you. Your legs went limp and you layed your head to the side,it was like a calm before the storm. While you were focusing on his voice he was actually staring down at you. Gazing at your lovely privates. His hand which was holding his meat against you,slowly pushed it in. His tip went in quite easily so he continued. He made sure to continue pushing it in very slowly while also keeping check on your body language and face,to see if it was too much. You on the other hand,were feeling suprisingly fine. True it was only a little,but Marbas's dick was very pleasureable and comfy. Though it's apperance may be a bit scary with how big and hard it looked almost as if it got an actual bone inside...in reality his flesh was very smooth (probably from all that precum) and soft to the touch. It also hit just the right spots. You almost didn't realize how you started moaning his name in a short breath. It was truly amazing!

.....to bad that what you felt was only half of his cock. The other,slightly girthier part was still outside,preparing to be enveloped. Marbas after seeing and hearing how much you enjoyed him,smiled. It was a gentle smile as if saying 'I love your body as well along with you whole'.

He stopped for a second,just as he was half way in. In your blurry mind it seemed that he was inside you fully. You were slightly suprised by how easy you coudl take him...actually it didn't hit as deep as you thought it would. But on the other hand,Marbas was starting to prepare himself. He knew that as soon as he did this...he will lose control and slam into you as if death is approaching. His hands then slowly went along your waist before finding your hips. He gently rubbed your beautiful hips woth his thumbs before getting a good grip on them. And just as you were about to look down,wanting to ask for a bit more movement....he went balls deep into you. The force and sudden feeling of fullness along with a slight stink of your entrance knocked the air out of you. You arched your back and almost screamed. 'A-Aaahhh!!! Marbaaaass!!'

The sound which came out of you wasn't a scream of pain but a scream of love and lust! You screamed his name in a desprete tone. But who could blame you? Not only was Marbas's cock piercing though you but Marbas alone was already enough dominant and caring at the same time! Who wouldn't go crazy with him gripping your thighs while his cock made itself at home in you. The sheer pleasure of feeling full was overwhelming you but because of the girthier parts of his schaft which were inside you,almost slipping out from the amount of fluids from both of you but also...he was just so big he was streaching your hole to it's limit. It burned slightly...but the pain was being submerged by the amount of please you had in yourself.

Marbas wasn't doing any better. He was patientlly waiting for you to get used to him so he won't accidentaly cause you any more pain than necessary or even worse,tear your tissue....but in reality he was just star struckt. He himself was mentally edging his desires to breed you all this time. You thought you had it rough? Well he was doing twice worse! The most pleasure he gained before penetrating you,was when his cock rubbed against the fabric of his underwear while he watched you squirm. He coudn't even touch himself. Mainly because he wanted to make the actual sex just so much more delightfull for both you and him....but now the beast was released and it was buried deep in your depths. Your cute face which was now just so lewd,your beautiful voice screaming his name and oh...you didn't even realize just how much you were tightening around him. Your pussy held a strong grip on him as if not wanting him to go....but he had to. After all,as much as this felt god-like,he needed more to release his seed deep in you...to breed you.

He then shut his jaw close,grinding his teeth as his hips moved back slightly,dragging half of his cock out of you...before roughly slamming back in! The rough thrust taking away your breath again. His hips started repeating this motion. Pulling out in the slowest way possible,holding it like this for a few seconds before quickly and forcefully slamming back inside! Over and over again...He was fucking you in the most tormwnting way possible! Slow and rough! But...you actually loved it! You knew just how much of an impact he had on your body. If he went faster...you might actually pass out and die from an orgasm! So this slow thrusting which most would find annoying was perfect for both of you. Everytime he thrusted back inside you,his balls would hit your buttcheeks and your insides would quiver after just relaxing from the previous thrust!

Marbas was also enjoying this. He could feel how you uncounsciously tightened and trembled inside every time he went back in. He could see your body flinched and how you let out more and more beautiful sounds. All he could hear was the lewd sound of your voice,the slippery sound of sex and how his heartbeat was ringing in his ears! He didn't even realize just how crazed in lust he looked himself. His black locks sricking to his forehead from all the sweat he was producing,his face which was now flushed in pink,how he drolled down while grinning at you,how he was panting,heck growling even...and how tightly he was gripping onto your hips,waist and thighs.

His hands slowly explored your curves as he started to speed up. His hips trying a few diffrent angles. He was trying to find your weak spot with his lenght. And when he finally found it,you had to bire on your lip,preventing the loudest scream of your life and just letting out pathetic whimpers.

Suddenly his hands which were busy with your plumb flesh before,found themselfs in your mouth. He swiftly put two of his fingers in your mouth,opening it while his other hand held one of your breasts in a good grip.

The fingers invading your mouth and holding your tongue down made you squirm and whine 'Ma..ras...nwo...I...gaah...' You coudn't even say one word correctly and decided to vive up on speaking,just enjoying the moment with his fingers playing with your tongue as soft gasps and your slightly higher voice were let out,his cock now going at an even faster pace but still just as roughly as at the start.

Now that made Marbas' cock twich. Your submissive surrender to the pleasure...pleasure that he was providing you. He chuckled slightly at how pathetic you looked now. He finally broke that strong will of yours and made you look like a small,weak puppy.

He leaned down slightly,his face inches away from your face as he panted for breath while your mind was too preocupied by the amount of sensations in your body and soul. His voice then came out in a raspy tone as he mockingly smirked at you. He was trying to look cool but with just how much was going on...he was only a tiny bit better than you. His hips rappidly at you,he was finally starting to fuck you like the monster his enemies always described him as. He then started speaking in a hushed yet somehow still loud voice.

'Fuck....you look so beautiful under me...and guhg...that tight little pussy....it feels like it's milking me. I bet you're only like this with me huh? This cute....and weak...or could it be that you're just a hopeless cock-addicted whore who laps at any devil she finds attractive? God....I wonder...just what kind of a face do you make under his majesty Lucifer? Do you shed tears? ...It doesn't matter. You are a human who we devils cannot resist...just what kind of a spell did you put on us?...In any case,you're mine now...as for this moment you shall only show this lewd side of yours to me...and I shall only love you....MC' he told you while his hips were still hammerring against you. You could feel his pelvis against yours and his monsterous cock hitting your g-spot. His movements were rough and it his speed was just like a vibration now. It felt like the whole surface of your lower half has been attacked with a wave of pleasure,it almost became painful.

All you could really do was moan and scream. You coudn't answer his questions no matter how they turned you on. This normally polite and kind devil was now fucking you like a hound in heat and he didn't even have any aphrodisiac in his system like you! His degrading and possesive words were just a cherry on top. Not only were you mentally and physically exausted but now he was even playing with your emotions! Basiclly calling you a slut while wanting you only for himself....and that was what drove you to your peak.

At the every sound that came out of his mouth,your pussy tightened and cleanched on his cock until finally you felt the climax hit you and the small wave of fluids leaking out of you.

As Marbas felt how the consecuinces of your orgasm he grunted. It was like a chain reaction. As soon as you came,Marbas' arms wrapped around you and pressed your body against his own as he hammered a few more sloppy thrusts into you before his cock twiched and suddenly started releasing his warm semen into your womb. He slowed down in a few seconds just to make sure that every ounce of his release was inside of you. If you could look down,you would see just how much of it he was holding in. There was so much of his cum that your belly bulged a little.

As both of you were trying to get back your breaths after an intense fuck session,Marbas' arms felt a bit weak. Actually his whole body was exausted and covered in sweat which could be said the same for you. Still he needed to take care of you first before he took a break.

He gently dropped you back on the matress,his limp arms still wrapped around you as he lowered himself on top of you,his weight comftrably grounding you back to reality. He took a deep sigh before taking one of his hands away from you and using it to untie your own.

You could finally truly relax now that your arms were free. Maybe a bit sore from being reatrained for a while but it felt much better now. Even the aphrodisiac that was affecting your body not too long ago was now fully gone. I guess that means Marbas' method worked...even though it wasn't a tipical way of saving a patient,it still did wonders.

Now that you could finally take a breather,you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He hummed softly before laying his head against your collarbone,making himself comfrable there while he gently squezzed your body once again. You smiled as you saw just how tired he was and decided to give him a little kiss on top of his head.

You coudn't really see it since half of his face was hidden against you but his cheeks turned a bit red from the sweet kiss you gave him. 'Um...MC. I wish to apoligise. I have said some very crude things to you which I did not mean. I don't think of you in such a humiliating manner...rather I respect you. Even though you're a human you're still surviving in this bizzare and violent world with a smile on your face. I see devils break down not only their bodies but their minds as well everyday....but you somehow always manage to make anyone's day when you talk to them. Truly you do not deserve to be insulted like before...please forgive me for the words I have said in the heat of the moment.'

You blinked down at him in suprise but then shrugged it off with a soft laugh. That's Marbas alright. He's back to his soft professional side and honestly....you coudn't really bring yourself to hold a grudge against him. It's the teuth that he was quite mean to you all this time but he still brought you an immense pleasure and even got rid of the poison. Plus as much as you loved the soft and sweet Marbas,his slightly sadistic side was also fun. You gave him a little hair ruffle and smiled at him. 'Don't worry about it...I kind of liked it actually!' You tell him quietly as your fingers started brush his hair in a comforting way.

He let out a deep sigh of relief,glad that both of your minds were now cleared and you could peacfully enjoy cuddling in each other's arms...

....but after a few minutes Marbas broke the silence. 'I just remembered...there was this short devil that came with you. Dong- gyun,am I correct? Before I came in he was standing beside your doors saying he'll wait until you were discharged'

His words steuck you like lightning as your body froze. Could it be...that Dong-gyun heard everything?

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YOU. I LOVE IT EVERY BIT OF IT. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ITTTT ALSO IF CAN YOU MAKE A PART TWO IF YOU CAN??? ITS OKAY IF U DONT WANNA. MUAH MUAH TO YOU AND THAT ANON‼️‼️‼️‼️💗💗💗💗

THANK YOU SO MUCH, @raaaaaaahornetstinger! Here is the Part 2! I am so glad that you love Part 1! And, let's be honest, the oneshot would not have existed if not for the Anon and the headcanons XD Hope you enjoy this one!

Key Information: There is a time skip gape from Part 1 and Part 2. Part 2 is in Reader's POV, and it will begin with the Reader asleep, after the incident with Nahida and Venti. Reader does not know about Nahida and Venti's punishment given by the Imposter.

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𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Warnings: Bad Grammar, Spelling Mistakes, Not Beta Read, OOC Characters, Implications of Violence, & Mind Control/Mind Manipulation.

Read if you are okay with these terms. Please also let me know if I missed a warning!

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"MX. Y/N!!!" A child screams, running into my view. I don't remember the child's name, but I know who they are. They are familiar. They are someone from a village.

They grow up to be the next Blacksmith of the village, after their father.

They grow up and marry the whole-hearted, girl that would be a strong woman, working in their farm, selling their crops to make a living.

They become prosperous in their village, and make their friends and family proud.

It hasn't happened yet, but I know it would happen. Every child born in Teyvat, no matter who their parents are, I am their "Prime Parent," as the child would say as a joke. They are all my children-in-spirit.

I smile down at the child. "What is it, Little One?" I ask in a gentle tone, crouching down to get to their level. "What exciting adventure happened today?"

"Mx. Y/N! The Village Chief told me to bring you to our village!" the child replies happily, grasping one of my hands. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" They bounce up and down from their excitement. I chuckle at the child's antics, but I relent. Who could deny a child as adorable as this, anyways?

The path to the village was a fast blur, and all of a sudden, I am swarmed around by villagers, happily greeting me and hugging me, smiling and offering me trinkets and goods they have prepared for my arrival. I smile and wave, kindly accepting one or two things from each villager.

It was amazing.

It was lively. It felt like home.

"Happy Birthday to our Honorable and Forever Humble Guest!" The Village Chief shouts, raising his glass.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

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I wake up, gasping.

Oh. Another one of those dreams again. Past memories of me being this "creator." Hah, how bittersweet. It seems like nobody can tell the difference, not even this world—Teyvat! If Teyvat doesn't even recognize me, how the heck will I ever survive this hunt?

More importantly, how the heck does someone break the mind control the Imposter has over everyone?

I sigh, finally getting my breathing under control. These questions will have to wait for another day—I still don't know much about it. It's not everyday you read a sagau fanfic about the Imposter being a smartass. It's even more rare to hear about mind control! What was this, the Zombie Apocalypse?

I sigh again, sitting up from the grass I was laying down on. Like usual, my clothes were a mess. But there was not time to dwell on that. I get up from where I slept—under a big tree—and begin to walk cautiously through the area.

I need to find a way to enter Inazuma, to get to the Statue of Seven. Surprisingly, getting dendro was a whole lot faster than getting Electro. Mainly because Inazuma is an island.

While I could just use anemo to fly across the sea, there is only one issue: my anemo powers are much stronger if I stay in Mondstadt, and no where else.

Building a bridge made of geo to Inazuma? It'll probably die a quarter way there, honestly. And there's no way in the hell would dendro be of use in this situation—unless you count walking on kelp and seaweed to be an option (probably still unlikely though).

I sigh again, exhausted. This was going to be so difficult than I thought it would be.

If only I could just use waypoints like the Traveler!

As I continue to walk, I begin to wonder what real purpose there is for my existence here. Sure, I'm the creator and all, cool, amazing, but what am I suppose to do when literally everyone I ever care and love and simp for decides to throw me out the window, willing to rip my guts open because my Imposter called me the imposter?

At this rate, now knowing that the imposter is smart and can literally mind control people, I'm starting to lose hope. After all, how was I suppose to defeat a tyrant all by myself?

I sigh again, this time more frustrated. I kicked the dirt beneath my feet. So annoying—my hope leaving me, my courage turning into fear and leaving me begging for my life...

If only I could do something about it all...

Wait a minute.

The dream I had earlier. The village. Where was it? Where did it originate from? All the details I remember...the child, becoming a blacksmith, the child's wife...a birthday surprise, a banquet...

What did all of this add up to? There had to be a meaning behind it, just like all of the other ones I've been getting every time I get some shut eye.

I hide behind the nearest thing closest to me—a tree—as I hear footsteps. I continue to think. I closed my eyes, concentrating. Where was that village...

Oh. Oh, I am such an idiot. That village.

It was where Khaenri'ah used to stand, before Khaenri'ah even stood. I don't know how I know, but I do. I know where it is. I guess it's some sort of gut feeling.

Time to look through the Abyss, I guess..? But how do I even get there in the first place? And, more importantly, would the Abyss Order attack me on sight? (They probably will, I mean, who am I kidding? They probably loathe the Creator anyways for what they've become.)

Well, one way to find out, I guess. No hope left, but this was a lead onto something. And it's better to try than to give up, right? Besides, who else would if I didn't?

I wait for the rest of the footsteps to fade, before bolting to the location that I have engraved in my mind. I will not be dying today, nor ever. That much, I will bring with me.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.

Ghost Rebel Side Note: I don't think this one was as good as Part 1. To this, I apologize 😭 I am so sorry for making this a lower quality than the previous part! It honestly feels so rushed—I'm so sorry 😭 My motivation ran dry.

Will I make a Part 3 for this? Maybe, but it will take some time—motivation comes in sparks and it lights a fire before it disappears once it finds no more roots to burn :')

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(Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential.

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Chris McLean x Reader

“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader: You and Chris used to be a thing, and despite the hurt he caused you; work is work. You aren't going to hide away just because of him.

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Party For One - Vox x Idol! Reader: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.

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The Stag & The Heron: Human! Alastor x Reader

Prologue - (Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential. Chapter One - Alastor offers (Y/n) a job, and though they are hesitant, they accept.

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captainrexforever · 4 years

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One Unique Gift

Rating: T

Word count: ~1k

Summary: The reader convinces her riduur to sleep in a real bed for once.

Warnings: fluff, more fluff, a couple kisses, some suggestive themes

Note: Oh, hey, this isn’t me posting a Christmas Day oneshot the day after Christmas...well, maybe. Hopefully I can you bribe you with the promise of fluffy times ahead. I hope you enjoy!

P.s. I have not yet accepted the destruction of the Razor Crest, so just assume this is set before the beginning of Season 1.

Din is nothing if not stubborn, but you have also come to learn that he can be quite the tightwad. He never spends money on something if he can get by without it. In all honesty, it’s not really that surprising, you’ve seen the tattered cloaks he wears and the bare necessities that furnish the ship. In fact, you often wonder how long it’s been since he took a proper shower with actual soap.

So, the next time Din lands the Crest on a friendly planet, you decide to spring your latest idea on him.

“Won’t it be nice to stay in a real bed for once?”

Of course, the only response you receive is a muffled grunt and a tilt of his helmet. But you aren’t about to give up so easily.

“Remember when I took that knife wound for you last month, and you promised that I could ask for any favor in return?”

He just grunts a second time, but you take it as a good sign; when he’s not listening, he will refuse to make a sound at all. Eventually, you talk him into booking a place at one of the hotels that sit in the nearby city. Truthfully, it’s a little suspicious how easily he gives in to your request, but you’re definitely not about to complain. Maybe he is finally realizing that he needs to take a break every now and then.

Now, really any hotel would have seemed fancy to you. It’s not that you don’t enjoy living on the Razor Crest, but it doesn’t even have a door on the fresher, for goodness sake. However, here’s another fact about Din, he never does anything in half measures. So after giving in to your request, he books a room at the fanciest hotel he can find. Obviously, you protest immediately, quick to point out that there are only so many credits at your disposal for personal use. Yet, he just waves off your rebuttal and instructs you to begin packing a bag for the stay.

With a huff, you turn and head to your sleeping quarters to do just that, even though there are only a handful of items that you will need. Once that task is accomplished, it’s off to the hotel. A brilliant idea crosses your mind, maybe if you’re clever about it you can convince Din that the hotel is far enough from the ship to warrant using his jetpack. Oh, you’re definitely going to have fun with this.

It’s much later that evening that you’re lying in bed, counting the speckles on the ceiling while Din crawls underneath the covers beside you. Of course, he’s already swept the entire room for any tech and deemed it safe enough to remove his helmet and armor. You have to admit there was something about watching him prowl about the room that set off an instinctual hum inside you though.

You have already tested the heated bath tub and the plush couch, but the bed...the bed is something else entirely. When you initially settled over top of the mattress a few moments ago, you swear it sunk down a foot. It’s impossible to resist nestling further into the soft pillows and blankets, if only to further appreciate the experience. Din finally slides beneath the covers as well, and you roll onto your side to fully face him. He is just as gorgeous as ever, but he looks a little unsure of himself, and you decide that is a problem which you must rectify immediately.

“What’s bothering you riduur?”

He releases a soft huff before responding. “I hope that I never...disappoint you.”

The vulnerable tone tugs at your heart strings, and you rush to correct his wayward assumptions. “You never let me down Din. Ever. And that’s final.”

He offers a soft smile at your response, and you’re humbled by how easily he allows you to ease his worries. Yet, you can’t resist teasing him just a little bit. Contrary to what you believed when you first met the Mandalorian, Din has quite the sense of humor.

“So what’s my Life Day gift?” It’s accompanied with a wiggle of your eyebrows and a cheeky grin.

He looks a little surprised at your question, wrinkles forming across his brow as he ponders a response, and the confusion that spreads across his features only encourages your humorous mood.

“You didn’t forget about Life Day, did you?”

“What gift did you get me?” He finally answers.

“You can’t answer my question with another question.”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t.”

He locks his gaze with yours and you huff when he goads you into a staring contest. Truthfully, you don’t have a real gift for him, just a promise of your continued love, but it suddenly feels silly to admit that sentiment aloud.

When a couple minutes have passed, and he hasn’t so much as blinked you finally give in.

“Fine. I’ll go first.” You finally blink, stalling for a second. It’s not that you haven’t already exchanged promises of love, but this time seems special. There’s something so domestic about laying in a proper bed and exchanging vows of love. “For what it’s worth, I offer you my heart.”

His breath catches as he leans in to plant a kiss on your forehead before tucking you closer to his chest. A pleased hum escapes your lips and you almost forget that he has yet to answer your previous question. Almost.

“What about my gift?”

His responding chuckle is a wonderful rumble beneath your palms. “Well you already own my heart, so I will have to get a little creative here...” He pulls away a little, only to pin you with a wicked smirk. “Let’s just say your gift involves you, me, this bed-” Then he leans in close, whispering the rest of his sentence into your ear, while his breath tickles his neck. The remainder of his words leave you a blushing, flustered mess and he pulls away with a self-satisfied smirk. You can’t decide whether or not to kiss or smack the smirk off his face, until another idea crosses your mind. In a flash, he’s pinned beneath your body as you press a heated kiss to his collarbone. His next breath hitches at the action, eyebrows shooting into his hairline while he mutters under his breath.

“I don’t like the look on your face.” Din complains.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you love it.” It’s spoken against his neck while you suck a mark into his skin. He just releases a muffled groan, and you follow up with another kiss.

“I fully expect you to deliver on that gift by the way.” You remind him, then move to plant a kiss to his lips.

There is no doubt that the delicious sound which escapes him will be seared into your memory forever.

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Unbuttoned Uniforms (KyoujurouxReader)

Summary: It's just a trip to the hot springs, nothing more, so why are your cheeks so red? Not only that, but why is Rengoku-san stuttering so much?

Warnings: n u d i t y Word count: 2453 Author’s Note: First time writing for Demon Slayer!! It's a simple oneshot about h o t s p r i n g s and I hope you enjoy! Read on Ao3

Your sandals tap lightly against the dirt road as you make your way home from your mission, and the fall leaves flutter beside you in the breeze. It’s peaceful late-afternoon, much different than the past few hours have been like. One demon ended up being three demons, but luckily the only casualty at the end of the battle was your left leg and shoulder. You even managed to save all the livestock, and the farmers offered you some vegetables and medicinal herbs as thanks.

You think you recognize this area, what with how the trees arch over the path, and you wonder if those hot springs that farmer mentioned are close. You wouldn’t mind a nice, long soak after so many consecutive battles, and your injuries could probably use some of that medicine. It’s a little cold, too, thanks to the oncoming winter. As you mull over the directions the farmer gave you, suddenly you hear your name called. You turn, and your heart thumps once, twice, then beats wildly in your chest. Kyoujurou is jogging towards you, his smile as bright as the sun. You didn’t know he was in this area, perhaps he was on a mission as well? He doesn’t seem hurt in any way, nor is his expression tampered in the slightest, so perhaps it was an easy battle, or he was running errands or something? You’re suddenly standing straighter, discreetly brushing down your uniform, and desperately hoping you don’t have demon blood splattered on your face.

“Hello, Rengoku-san,” you say with a smile, and Kyoujurou’s face lights up even more. It makes your heart thump again.

Okay, calm down, control your breathing, don’t make your feelings obvious. You manage to even out your breathing and your heartrate, so your sudden blush is gone by the time Kyoujurou meets you on the road. After a polite greeting, you have to force the blood out of your cheeks when he suddenly grips your hands in his.

“You’re walking with a limp,” he says, and you’re not sure why that statement is worthy of such a bright smile. “There are hot springs nearby, please allow me to carry you there.”

“O-Oh, that’s not necessary,” you splutter out, and you quickly add a polite bow to soften your refusal. “But thank you.”

“Nonsense!” he says, his booming voice throbbing your heart again. He’s still holding your hands, and it’s getting harder to control your heartrate with how close he is. The yellow and oranges of the autumn leaves are framing his head as if he were meant to be a part of this scenery, and that doesn’t help your looming blush. “We must help one another whenever we can, I insist.”

Without any room for protest, Kyoujurou swiftly scoops you into his arms in a matter of seconds. You barley even bounce as he’s suddenly walking forward as if you weighed nothing, and it takes you a moment to realize what just happened.

“R-Rengoku-san!” you splutter again. “I was walking there just fine, you don’t need to carry me!”

“You were already on your way?” he beams. Having that smile so close is a little overwhelming, as is having his arms and shoulders and chest firmly pressing against you. “We’ll go together then! I love a nice hot spring.”

The rest of your rebuttals are easily deflected as Kyoujurou carries you to the hot springs. His steps are light, jaunty even, as the leaves crunch beneath his feet. It isn’t far from where you met on the road, so your heart is still beating wildly when you finally approach the springs. They’re well hidden, and there’s no one here besides the two of you. Kyoujurou lightly sets you on your feet again. You take a step, your leg throbs, and you stumble into his chest. He catches you easily, holding his hands on your waist to steady you, and that blush you were fighting so hard finally blooms in your face. His touch lingers even when you stand straight, though he isn’t saying anything.

“Thank you,” you mutter. It probably would have taken you much longer to get here without his help, let alone in this short of time. Kyoujurou waves you off easily.

“I’m glad I met you on the road,” he says. “I don’t want to think about you collapsing on your way here. Will you be alright as I scout the area?”

You nod, his hands linger on your waist for a few seconds more, then he’s off to check the surrounding area. You don’t sense anything besides the common woodland creatures, so you vaguely wonder if Kyoujurou is just discreetly giving you time to undress without him standing there.

You neatly fold your uniform and haori on the rocks beside you, then take a delicate step into the hot spring. You inhale sharply through your teeth, humming as the warmth of the water seeps into your toes, your feet, your ankles. It stings in your leg injury, then in your shoulder, as you sink deeper into the spring. The steam swirls in your lungs, cleansing you from the inside out, and you exhale deeply and rest your head against the stones behind you.

The autumn colors are in their peak, and the oranges, yellows, and reds of the leaves throb in the tapestry of branches above you. Bits of the afternoon sky peak through the canopy, and you let out another hum as you sink deeper into the water. The colors remind you of Kyoujurou, and you bite back a bashful smile yet again.

You quickly jolt up when Kyoujurou calls you, and you cover yourself as well as you can to maintain any semblance of modesty when his head pops out from behind a tree.

“May I come over?” he asks simply, even though he’s staring into your eyes with only the steam and water to cover you. He doesn’t seem embarrassed, so maybe you’re thinking too much about this. You sit straighter and nod. He steps over and you quickly turn as he shakes off his haori. You try to keep your thoughts pure as his clothes rustle, then drop to the rocks behind you. You remember what he felt like pressing against you when he held you, so you force yourself to count the trees instead of thinking about a naked Kyoujurou.

…It doesn’t work very well.

Kyoujurou slips into the water beside you, and you finally turn to face him. You had already planned everything you were going to say, you were going to focus on breathing and not blushing, but all of that sinks to the bottom of the hot springs when you turn. You knew Kyoujurou was fit, being a pillar and all, but you didn’t expect this. Cut abs, broad shoulders, and a chest that seemed firm and soft at the same time. Your eyes rake his body unintentionally, and that blush flares in your cheeks when you meet his eyes again.

“S-Sorry Rengoku-san!” you splutter quickly as you stare at anything that isn’t the curve of his chest. His booming laugh pulls you from your stuttering, and his hand finds yours under the water. You shut your mouth when he gives your hand a light squeeze.

“Don’t worry!” he laughs. “You’ve had a hard fight and you’re exhausted. There’s no need to apologize.”

You nod quickly, though that makes you a little dizzy. You avert your gaze to count the trees again, so you don’t notice how Kyoujurou drinks in every bit of you that’s above the water. Do you feel his eyes on you? Is that why your skin is prickling in anticipation? No… no that can’t be it. Maybe it’s just… a rabbit… or something. That’s probably what’s staring at your back, that’s probably the gaze that’s trailing down the line of your spine.

You motion to grab the medicine you set beside the spring, Kyoujurou beats you to it, then insists he applies it for you. You try to refuse again because the thoughts of his hands on you is a bit much to handle, but he again persuades you by asking how you plan to reach the spot in the small of your back.

If he noticed that injury, was it him that was staring? He was… probably just taking inventory of your injuries, is all. Nothing else.

You turn with a grumble, though his laugh does pull a smile from you as well. That anticipation grows as you listen to him uncap the medicine jar, so you again try to count the trees. Suddenly the hair on your neck is standing on end, he’s hovering an inch from your skin, and you unintentionally let out a breath when he gently presses his fingers onto your back. His touch is borderline reverent as he helps wipe the dried blood from the little cuts those demons gave you.

“Your neck is tense,” Kyoujurou says suddenly. “As are many of your muscles. Do you stretch enough?”

“I was going to when I got home,” you admit. “I didn’t want to impose on the farmers any longer than I had to.”

Kyoujurou’s response is a simple hum, and he starts pressing his thumbs into the knots on your neck. Your eyelids flutter at the pressure of how his hands knead your tense muscles, and you let out a long, low hum despite yourself. He lets out another chuckle, and that blush flames in your face yet again. You turn and scoot a few inches away.

“You don’t have to massage,” you say quickly. “You’ve already done a lot for me.”

“I want to,” he says as he closes the distance between you. Your heart starts to pound harder when you see a strange look in his eyes. Are you imagining that? “I know techniques that will have you feeling better in no time!”

After a few more insistences that you’re fine (and again fighting back the flaming blush), you agree to let him work some of the knots out. Some of the knots click, you grunt, and humbly accept that your aching muscles would do well with a massage.

“Thank you for this, Kyoujurou,” you mumble as his fingers work out the knots in your neck.

Your mind feels a little foggy as his hands masterfully knead the muscles in your neck, shoulders, arms. You unintentionally lean against Kyoujurou’s chest when he massages your forearms, and you could honestly fall asleep right here. Might be a little pruney when you wake up, but his fingers are like magic, lulling you into relaxation.

It isn’t until you feel the racing thump of his heart that you sit up again. You turn to apologize, only for your voice to freeze when you see that his cheeks are stained a deep red. You tilt your head.

“Are you sick?” you ask.

“Not at all,” he says, though he won’t meet your eyes. “Why do you ask?”

“Your face is as red as the tips of your hair.”

His smile falters for a moment, then he quickly moves behind you again. The splash of the water hides your chuckle well enough.

“That’s just,” he coughs. “It’s just the heat of the bath! There’s no reason for me to be embarrassed.”

You blink a few times, and again bite back your smile.

“I didn’t say you were embarrassed,” you hum. “Are you?”

“It’s natural!” he says, but the red of his face easily contradicts the confidence in his voice. “Anyone would be flushed if they shared a bath with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” you repeat, and Kyoujurou’s face somehow flares redder.

“You look tired!” he spits out suddenly, and his volume startles some birds out of a nearby tree. “Why don’t you rest on me for a minute? I’ll put the rest of the medicine on then you can rest on me.”

Water splashes as Kyoujurou suddenly stands, and as he pokes around for your medicine again, you take inventory of the fact that he definitely mentioned resting ‘on him’ twice. The rocks of the bath are smooth and relatively comfortable, but resting on Kyoujurou would be a little softer. The thought makes a blush flare in your cheeks again, but luckily you can use the heat of the bath as an excuse for that.

You realize that Kyoujurou lefts his underclothes on, and you realize that you definitely didn’t. You want to smack yourself for that, though you just let out an embarrassed sigh. At least you won’t chafe or anything. You’re sure Kyoujurou noticed, so maybe that’s why he’s fumbling so much as he tries to uncap the medicine jar. But why? Both Sanemi and Mitsuri have their uniforms unbuttoned, and you’re partly covered by the water, so why should your bare chest be any different? Perhaps you’re imaging things.

Your thoughts halt when Kyoujurou’s hands are on you again. He’s gently rubbing the medicine onto your injuries, and neither of you say a word when you lift your leg for him. You don’t even look at him as your embarrassment forces you to not watch as he holds your leg in his lap to spread the medicine on your calf. It’s not like Kyoujurou ever talks too much, but you wish one of you could manage to break the tension between you.

He’s holding your leg as if you were made of glass, graciously tending to your major injury, then the minor ones surrounding it. He finally closes the lid to the jar, sets it to the side, and slides close to you again. Almost too close. Is this closer than normal? It’s hard to tell, as the warmth of the water and your massaged muscles make it a little hard to think clearly. You try to focus on the way he’s looking at you, but for some reason that makes something strange pull deep in your stomach.

“These waters have medicinal properties too,” Kyoujurou mentions. “Though they might make you drowsy, so I’ll keep watch as you sleep.”

“Kyoujurou-,” you start, but he’s already pulling you by the waist until you’re flush against him. You tense, but after a few moments, your exhaustion takes precedent, and you bite back a yawn.

He is awfully comfortable… and you are quite tired…

Your yawn slips out, as does another, as Kyoujurou wraps his arms around you. He gently guides your head so you’re lying on his chest, and you let another hum despite yourself.

“Rest,” he says quietly. “I’ll be here. You’ve done so well today.”

Your only response is a mumble of gratitude as the warmth of the water and the sound of Kyoujurou’s heart lull you to sleep.

#demon slayer #kinetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyoujurou #kyoujurou x reader #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #demon slayer drabble #reader insert #writing #art #hot springs #one shot #oneshot #rengoku x reader #fanart #fanfiction #rengoku #rengoku fanart #unbuttoned uniforms #ao3

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sickly-sweet-imagines · 3 years

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I was wondering if you could do Niles taking care of a sick Nina oneshot please and thank you :)

Of course! I hope you enjoy

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“I don’t need your help.” Nina spat. “You’re running a fever.” “What about it?” Niles sighs. He always knew his daughter was very... Difficult, but gods, he wasn’t expecting her to stay so aggressive even when ill. He once again repeats his offer to her. “Let me bring you some water and a portion of the stew we’ve made. You’re in no place to be standing right now.” “I don’t need your help. I can take care of myself.” Her comment is punctuated with a sneeze. Yes, clearly she was in perfect condition to be walking around camp. “Nina, you could faint if you walked around. Not to mention infect other fighters with your cold.” She pauses at this, clearly unhappy that her father had a point. She sighs heavily, although all it does is start her up coughing. Niles looks at her, crossing his arms. “Now, would you like a big bowl or a small bowl?” Nina glares at him through her coughs, but she concedes. “Small bowl.” After a trip to the mess hall and a short conversation with his sparring partners to tell them he may be late to training, Niles was seated beside Nina as she slowly ate the stew her father brought her. “You’re starting to look less dead.” Nina glares at Niles, making him chuckle softly. “What? You’re regaining color. Though I can tell from here your fever hasn’t gone down.” Now that she’s eaten, Nina seems a lot less against his help- even going so far as to hand the bowl to him when she’s finished without so much as a dirty look. After taking care of herself for so long, it was hard to adjust to having Niles around and helping, but... She was trying to accept it. Trying to appreciate the help and recognize that it made things easier, rather than feeling belittled by it. It was difficult, especially when she still harbored some... Less than kind feelings towards Niles, but she was trying. “Shall I get you another serving? Or more water?” Nina shakes her head. “No, I’m alright.” “That’s the most polite to me you’ve been all day!” Niles says, amusement obvious. “I don’t have to be polite to you.” “Ah, there’s the daughter I know.” Nina’s cold went away without too much trouble, although Niles had to spend the days she was afflicted watching her quarters like a hawk to make sure she didn’t walk around and worsen her condition. She acted offended at his protective actions, but the longer her cold went on the more she found herself appreciating the gesture. By the time she was healthy again she was back to her normal, sharp self with Niles, but the days she spent humbled by her illness seemed to help the two of them connect. Or, it allowed them to be softer in the mess hall during dinner. That was the same thing, wasn’t it?

#platonic #familial #fire emblem #Fire Emblem Fates #niles fire emblem #nina fire emblem #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem fates imagine #Anon

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years

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Michelangelo x Reader Fanfiction 2014/2016- Oneshot

"We're not monsters."

New York City was home to a lot of strange things. But never in your life did you imagine that you would actually see mutant ninja turtles. It was crazy. You were a rookie officer. Your world revolves around law and logic. Someone got murdered, there was always a reason. A disgruntled spouse, angered stranger. Or even a pissed off sibling. No matter what, in all your cases there was always some reasonable explanation. Not this time. Not with this.

As you stood with your gun pointed that day, all you could think was not everything in the world could be explained. As you stared at the mutated beings before you, your stomach dropped. Not because the impossible was standing right in front of you. You were thankful there were other officers present to witness this, even Lieutenant Vincent. But what struck you was the look. The look on the orange clad turtle's face. He looked hurt...broken and the words being spat at him.

Monster, freak.

Despite all your training in the academy against lowering your weapon in the face of danger, you couldn't bring yourself to keep your gun up. For a split second his blue eyes caught the movement. And you were positive some of your colleagues were questioning your actions. But you didn't care. No one deserved to be treated like that, human or not.

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"Are you kidding me! I want a rematch." you grinned. "Not a chance Mikey I have to get to work. Unlike you my job actually requires that I be there during the day. " You spent the majority of your morning absolutely slaughtering Mikey in Call of Duty. And like most guys, he found it hard accepting defeat. You stood up, fixing your belt, and grabbing your hat. "I'll catch you guys later. Lieutenant Vincent told me you're helping out on the sting operation. I've got to say meeting you guys was the best thing to happen. If we keep it up crime will be almost non-existent in New York." Leo offered a smile.

"We do what we can to help." Ever the humble one.

"Yeah, plus I'd never pass up a chance to kick some butt!" Ah and Raph, ever the brute.

"Of course Raph." you laughed making your way out of the lair.

"Hey Mikey don't forget it's movie night. I'm picking the movie this time!"

"Sure thing!" he called back.

It took a while to get used to everything. After they helped take down an actual alien invasion, it was sort of expected that you joined forces. You supposed your boss realized they were way out of their comfort zone, aliens weren't a norm in the police department. The turtles were then awarded keys to the city, and they continued to protect the city from the shadows, offering assistance whenever necessary. When you got to know them, you realized just how amazing they really were.

Their intelligence, strength, loyalty, humor. It was incredible. Like April, you got pretty close to the turtles. You were shocked at the development yourself, because in the beginning you were a little more scared than anything. But, you were also sympathetic. No matter what you did, that look was forever engraved in you. You guessed that's why you were so close to Mikey. You felt like you needed to protect him from the world. Which was ridiculous since he could pretty much handle himself. That didn't mean he was bulletproof. Maybe that's why he shone the brightest. Always cheerful and smiling. That added with his general adorableness, it caught you. Hook line and sinker.

~Movie Night~

As you walked into the lair already changed in a pair of sweatpants and a loose hoodie, you searched the area for the turtles. You tilted your head when you only saw Mikey setting up popcorn and drinks. "Where is everyone else?" you questioned. He perked up when he saw you.

"April invited them to another basketball game." Your eyes grew a little wide. Mikey was never one to pass up a game, especially if April was the one attending it. "Y-You could have gone if you wanted to. We could always have another movie night."

"It's fine, I promised you. And a ninja always keeps his promises. " He placed his hands together bowing and you grinned, jumping unto the couch. "Alright then, let's get started. "

"Shell yeah! " he dropped down right next to you, giving a mini presentation on the snacks he gathered. "So on the right we have nachos with a little cream, if you're feeling a little peckish. On the left, a fresh box of pizza with the ultimate assortment of cheese! And of course, an all time classic, buttery popcorn for your nightly cravings." You were smiling the entire time. The world didn't deserve someone so pure.

"What movie are we watching, please have action, please have action." he was doing a little prayer. You grabbed the remote, clicking through netflix. You stopped on the Legend of Tarzan.

"I watched the trailer, this is supposed to be awesomely epic." you spoke. Mikey peeked an eye open, and you could see the interest spark as he quickly read through the description.

"What are you waiting for, play it!" His excitement was akin to a child, and you stifled your laughter as you clicked the movie.

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To say he loved the movie was probably an understatement. Mikey's eyes never left the screen the entire time. You weren't sure he even really moved when he got some of the snacks. There were so many points where you thought Tarzan was dead. Every part proved to be just a tease. When it was nearing the end you could tell. Jane was standing looking out at the rubble, clearly devastated that Tarzan might have died in the explosion.

You could almost feel Mikey holding his breath, hoping that Tarzan wasn't actually dead. You smiled when he released it softly the minute John walked up behind her. They kissed, and you fought a blush, looking away a bit nervously. This wasn't the first scene between them that left you flustered. The short love scene in the middle had you more than a little bothered. You thought Mikey would make some joke about it, but he was quiet through the whole thing. As the credits started, and the music of Hozier's better love filled the room, you found your eyes drifting back to Mikey. The longing reflected in his hopeful sapphire eyes. "Mikey?" he turned to you, and you swore you saw tears in his eyes.

He wiped it quickly, laughing. "That was an awesome movie brah! It did not disappoint." His usual enthusiasm wasn't there, you could tell. It sounded almost forced.

You took his arm before he could move out of reach.

"I'm sorry Mikey." he was now confused.

"Why are you apologizing?"

In all honesty, you should have done it sooner. That day when they called the turtles monsters. You never apologized. And even though you weren't the one who said the words, for a split second you thought the same. Your ignorance could have cost you the best friends you'd ever had.

"That day with the police, what they said to you, it was horrible. We were all in the wrong. I never told you guys how sorry I was, how sorry they probably all were for judging you guys. It wasn't fair. "

His eyes shifted. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

"It's fine. I guess I sort of expect it. Sensei always told us it wouldn't be easy for people to understand what we are. I guess that's why Raph and I wanted so bad to be human. Deep down I..I still want that. Certain things I won't ever be able to experience, not with the way I am." He must have been referring to the movie. You thought you imagined it, but he seemed extra attentive whenever the couple showed up in scenes.

"You mean love.."

He didn't need to answer, his eyes said it all. "Mikey, I don't think you need to worry about that. You don't have to be human to find love. If someone truly cares for you, they won't care. " you leaned closer, hand reaching out to touch his cheek. You could feel him tense, eyes never leaving you.

"I don't care..." Mustering up all your courage, you raised unto your knees on the couch, matching his height. Deciding that it was now or never, you closed the gap, kissing him softly. The feel of his lips, they were heavenly. Far different from what you imagined. And you'd imagined it a lot. At first he didn't move, you weren't even sure he was breathing properly. And you expected it. After a few brief seconds you pulled back, gauging his reaction. You blinked a few times, licking your lips. Mikey still looked awe struck. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to search for the right words. Finally he settled on a sentence.

"Did you just...kiss me?"

"I did." you flushed. You hoped It was welcomed, because it was what you'd been longing for shortly after knowing him. Now it sort of made sense. This whole time you thought it was because you wanted to protect him from getting hurt, but the truth was, you cared for him, more than you initially realized.

"I don't get it, you're..you're human (Y/N). Why would you-" you raised a finger, pressing it softly to his lips. "It doesn't matter. I'd like to think if our roles were switched you'd feel the same about me. Do you...feel the same?" You were marking his lips, and Mikey gulped. All the movies, video games and comic books, he thought he would be more ready for such a confession. Yet here he was, completely speechless.

"I....I..." Why couldn't he find the words. He knew how much he felt for you. But as it stood he never even tried pursuing anything for obvious reasons. Now hearing you say you didn't care about all of that, and even kissing him. What else could he possibly hope for. He just wishes he could put that into words.

It was cute, they way he stumbled for the words. Your need to feel his lips again returned, and your other hand came up going around his neck as you slipped into his lap. His hands moved to the couch clearly not expecting the bold move. You snickered, leaning next to his ear.

"You know I used to think you were a player with all your smooth words, but are you secretly shy, Michelangelo." you cooed softly. When you pressed a kiss at the side of his neck, he let out a shaky breath. Your fingers trailed down his chest, so firm, strong. Muscular. You were still littering soft kisses along his neck.

"If I kiss you again, I'd prefer it if you kissed back." Before he could fully prepare you leaned in, sighing in content. Kissing him was everything. When he started to get over the shock of the whole situation, his hands came up hesitantly. You hummed when you felt his hand on your back, and the other slipped into your hair. You were pressed firmly to his body, and the minute his lips slanted over your own, you were sure you went to heaven. How could something so simple feel so good.

Mikey's hands on your body was just what you needed. As time passed, he seemed to be more sure of himself. He opened his mouth, and the moment your tongues touched you moaned. Mikey let out a soft groan, trying to match the intensity that you were pushing. Your hands were wandering over his body, and you should have probably shown some restraint, because even though his brothers weren't in here, they could come back at any minute. Not to mention Splinter was still somewhere in the lair, hopefully sleeping. The sound of bodies filing in alerted you of exactly that. They were back.

Mikey pulled away hurriedly at the sound, and now all three turtles were standing there gaping at the scene.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Mikey defended.

It was exactly what it looked like.

"Guys seriously, on the couch. " Leo sounded unimpressed.

"No wonder you stayed back. Mikey you sly dog." Raph walked over smacking his younger brother behind the head.

"Come on Raph!" you just stayed planted there, smiling. You liked the little moment, but you really wanted to get back to kissing. When you saw the way they seem to settle around the area to tease Mikey you frowned. Guess there was only one way to get rid of them. You grabbed both sides of his cheeks, smashing your lips to his in a searing kiss. Almost immediately you could hear the groans of disgust.

"Mission success." They didn't stick around after that. And once they were all gone you grinned down at him.

"So...does this mean that you're my girlfriend?" Did he even have to ask. You rolled your eyes, reconnecting your lips.

It was a definite yes.

#michelangelo #leonardo #raphael #splinter #april o'neil #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #donatello #crush #mikey x reader #love #acceptance #movienight #NYPD #newyork

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thelastpilot · 5 years

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"Oh were you gonna finish that?”- Adrino Oneshot

Okay i actually wrote this maybe... two years ago? And i’ve always loved it so so much and I’ve only just finally finished it. Honestly pretty proud of the tone and the fun vibe and the cuteness so please if you will! Adrino Diner!AU!!

Adrien had a favorite restaurant, like many serial commuters and busy people tend to have. Some people pick for location, or speed or menu or environment, but as far as he was concerned his favorite had absolutely everything going for it.

It was close to his apartment (a nice morning walk) and opened early and closed late. It had the best comfort foods around, no matter what time you came, and it always tasted like a homecooked meal. It was tucked off the main track so tourists were never too frequent, though enough to stimulate business he hoped, and he never had any trouble getting a table.

By all rights he should, but he was such a regular that he was fairly certain the family who owned the place moved things around to make sure he always got his favorite table if it was open. He was known for tipping very well but had enough of a banter with the servers to think that they might just like him anyway even if he didn’t.

Adrien stretched as he stepped through the restaurant’s threshold that morning, chuckling a little as he looked around to confirm that he actually was the first customer of the day, or at least the only one currently in the building. His morning routine usually landed him there right after opening, where he had plenty of time to leisurely eat his fill before going to work. However, being so early usually meant that whatever staff was there wasn’t entirely prepared for him.

He waited patiently at the entrance, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth that warded off the cool November morning. He could smell coffee and hear the distant sounds of a kitchen just barely waking up, when he heard a familiar call of, “Oh! Good Morning!”

Adrien cracked an eye to see his favorite server poke his head out from the kitchen, quickly stepping out and drying his hands on a towel as he greeted him.

Nino looked just as tired as he was, his short dark hair a bit ruffled and his gold eyes heavy with sleep, but his smile was just as kind as always, brightening when Adrien returned his greeting.

“Dude I don’t know how you always get here so early; I get paid to do it and I barely wake up on time.”

Adrien couldn’t help but chuckle, the two of them navigating to his well-worn window seat. “I was gonna say that I was surprised to see you opening for a change, I normally only catch you at lunch time. I prefer now though, I like to eat when its slow and I can take as long as I want.”

Nino moved a step ahead to set up the table, talking over his shoulder and he found a menu and a set of silverware.

“I’ve been opening more and more lately, it’s like my cousins realized my mid-day shift was a sweet gig compared to setting the restaurant up, and now they won’t stop taking my shifts.” Nino shot him a sleepy smile as he added, “And for the record, I have never rushed you out. You’re always the one who pays in the middle of your meal.”

Adrien waited patiently as he finished setting up, mumbling something like “I feel bad wasting a table when you’re busy though…”, which made him laugh.

“Dude, you’ve paid enough in tips by this point to have a deed to that table, it’s yours. So,” he fished in his apron for a pen, clicking it pointedly as he turned towards his guest. “What can I get going for you?”

“What’s ready?” Adrien countered as he sat, laughing too when Nino sighed in exhaustion.

“Literally nothing, I got in so late man. Once Ahmed wakes up a little though we should be able to get whatever. Uh,” Nino looked towards the kitchen before smiling bashfully. “Maybe a coffee for now? I have coffee.”

“Coffee’s good, no rush. I’ve got a late call time today so I’m not in a hurry at all.”

“Thank god,” Nino breathed out in a rush, shaking his head when Adrien snickered. He looked back at the kitchen again, glaring a little when no sound interrupted him. “… the kitchens gone quiet… which means Ahmed probably passed out or something. I’ll uh, go get your coffee, I know how you like it.”

Nino gave him a little thumbs up before tucking away his pretty unnecessary pen and darting off towards the long vacant counter in the back of the restaurant. He only stopped to wake up the main computer and quickly throw on some ambient music before running to the back, making himself known again only by the distant shouting that sounded in the kitchen a short time later.

Adrien settled in to wait, leaning back in his familiar booth with half lidded eyes as he gazed aimlessly out the window. Every once in a while, he would hear some clatter or tone or bustle from the kitchen and it would make him smile a little, enjoying the quiet lo-fi type beat Nino had thrown on before getting swallowed by his chores.

The music was always better when he was working.

When his coffee finally came Adrien accepted it gladly, Nino looking a little more awake but still a bit stressed out as he ‘took his order’. He did the quotation marks himself, apologizing again because it was gonna be a minute for sure but his patience was really appreciated and everything. He scribbled down the order and was already mumbling to himself about the delivery truck and cleaning and who should have done what when closing the night before as he dashed away again, not leaving them much of a chance to chat, unfortunately. Adrien watched him leave as he sipped on his coffee, which despite his rush Nino still managed to make in his specific way and was distinctly glad again that he was the only one in the building. Nino and Ahmed would probably be way more stressed out if there was someone around who might actually mind.

He was glad that Nino knew him enough from all his patronage to understand that he wasn’t going to be a hassle.

Maybe, when Nino got more practice in with opening, he would be more prepared early on in the weekdays and they could maybe talk for a moment.

He had this sort of humble (pathetic) fantasy of saying good morning and sharing a smile, and then maybe inviting him to sit for a minute at his table when it was slow and he had nothing to do. Give him a bit of a chance to say something more impressive than his breakfast order for a change. Actually leave an impression, maybe.

… alright fine he might have a lot of reasons for this to be his favorite restaurant.

He felt a little warm under the collar suddenly when he admitted that to himself, frowning at his half-drained cup of coffee like it had something to do with it. And it sort of did, actually, little gestures like remembering how to make his coffee in his favorite way without having to be asked contributing to his lame little fantasies.

They were pretty harmless, he certainly wasn’t the first person to entertain a distant whimsical crush based on not much more than breakfast orders. It felt lame to call it a crush but he didn’t have a better word for it, some part of him understanding it was a little pathetic to feel that way about some random waiter he barely knew.

He was just some charming man with a bright smile and outdated lingo who thought he was pretty hilarious and was kind of right. And a warm laugh and a lot of personality, and he played video games and had a lot of neat music.

Nothing interesting about any of that.

Adrien sighed, moodily sipping his drink.

He really needed to get out more… this could not keep being the highlight of his day. He needed some other stuff going on besides a ridiculously habitual eating schedule dictated by charming men and the food their mom’s make, but he never put himself out there. He wasn’t really enthused on the idea of like… going out, and trying to go on dates and meet people, so the best he managed usually was vaguely thinking about maybe talking to some guy, only to talk himself out of it and have a staring match with the empty seat across from him.

It was pretty much just them, now was a great time, but there had been a bunch of great times. And there would probably be a couple more before he just accepted that this wasn’t his greatest strategy and he just asked him out. Which he liked to believe he might really do at some point.

He was pretty deep in thought as he approached the end of his cup, so when Nino spoke very suddenly besides him it gave him kind of a scare.

“Here you go, something for you,” he was saying, pausing to raise an eyebrow when Adrien jumped and looked up at him startled. He gave him a look, but just chuckled to himself, setting down a plate and surprising him again by taking the coffee cup from his hands and replacing it gently with a new one so he didn’t burn him. Adrien watched as Nino took his cup for himself, drinking from it casually to finish it off and gesturing to his small offering.

He was still a little confused by the fact that his waiter just stole his coffee so he could drink it, but he looked down and focused on the cute assortment of pastries and fruit that were on the plate. They were positioned hastily to look presentable, one of them a little bit burned but placed in the back to not be as noticeable. They had clearly just been made, and in a hurry, but it still looked wonderful.

“What’s this?” Adrien asked, placing his new hot coffee on the table to he could pick up one of the pastries, smiling at one of the burnt edges.

“It’s a ‘I’m Sorry your Food is Gonna Take A While’ Pastry, very rare. I make them myself, if you couldn’t tell by the fact that they’re a little burned.”

Nino’s laugh was muffled in what used to be Adrien’s coffee, Adrien laughing too as he looked up at him, a bit unprepared for the casual interaction but enjoying it.

“You made these just now? That’s very nice of you, even if you did just steal the last half of my cup.”

“I brought you a new one,” Nino defended himself, smiling again when Adrien laughed. Nino huffed a bit too though, leaning against the booth Adrien was sitting in. “I’m really glad it’s just you in here man, this is not a smooth start to the day. I feel bad about making you wait but at least I know you’re cool about it.” He groaned, rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses. “I’m so sorry, but whoever closed last night didn’t even count the till and we’re still waiting on our delivery so-,”

“Hey don’t worry about it! Seriously, it’s not a problem at all.” Adrien had to look nearly straight up just to talk to him, his very casual waiter practically leaning over him (not that he minded.) “If it’s easier,” he managed to continue, “I can just eat somewhere else today. I don’t want to-,”

He faltered when Nino’s eyes widened, and suddenly he was standing up straight, frantically waving his free hand.

“Oh no no no! Don’t leave, we’ve got it! I just wanted to apologize. You’re our guy I don’t want you to not get what you always do just because I’m not on top of it today. Plus I gave you apology pastries, you have to stay!”

He gestured to his ‘I’m Sorry’ plate again to emphasis his point, grinning awkwardly when his favorite patron laughed. Adrien was snickering, taking a piece of pastry and enjoying its kind of battered appearance for a moment before eating it. Nino took heart in knowing that his good sense of humor was holding out, and that he was still in the clear for at least a little while more. He really didn’t want to screw him when he was always so patient, so it was his intention to sprint to the back to finish as fast as possible so that he’d actually have something well made to bring him.

Adrien was savoring his food, aware of the fact that Nino was about to leave again and their casual chat was about to end. This was by far the best he had ever done, the two of them talking so comfortably that he was now far from tired. He was charged from the simple contact, his pastries making him feel warm, and a little braver.

He was brimming with that kind of energy a person usually feels right before they start laughing, and he was desperate not to lose it, so as Nino was starting to turn away, he suddenly spoke up again, surprising himself.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Nino paused, looking down at him with his body still half turned away. He must have looked confused, because Adrien immediately started explaining himself.

“There has to be something anybody could do. I’m not a cook or anything but I can unload a truck and clean counters. That would help, right?”

“You- you-…” Nino was stunned, completely caught off guard as Adrien started innocently munching on his apple slices. “You want to- wait no!” Nino blurted out as Adrien stood, looking pleased with himself.

“Doing dishes and stuff isn’t hard, and it would be one thing you and your cousin don’t have to do. It beats just sitting here and doing nothing.” Adrien lifted his plate, munching on his food as Nino started to stammer.

Of course he was adamantly refusing but now that the idea had occurred to him he was completely determined.

“No, no dude you’re like- hey wait!!”

Adrien was already walking away, happily eating his pasties and looking for something to do. Nino ran ahead of him to try and stop him, forced to walk backwards and rambling at top speed.

“No! It’s so cool of you to offer but seriously your patience is already great you don’t have to work I just needed a second to get your food!”

“But I want to,” Adrien pushed, grinning as Nino ran to block the kitchen door, looking flustered as he stood there with his outstretched hands to stop him (one of them still clutching his stolen coffee cup.)

He stopped, not wanting to barge in and stress him out but he wanted him to know that he totally meant it. Judging by his bewildered expression, he was guessing he understood that.

“Dude no you can just relax! We’ve got it we’re all over it! I mean like- thank you! But we’re already keeping you just go sit!”

Adrien stood there for a moment, mulling it over as he took another apple slice. Nino’s eyes were all over his face as he stood guard at the kitchen door, completely unprepared for this guy. He didn’t look terribly appeased with Adrien’s vague hum or smug smile either, his tone completely unconvincing.

“Alright,” he said with a nod, still too happy as he gestured with his plate towards the door. “I don’t want to keep you,” he repeated, “you’ve got a lot of stuff to do.”

Neither of them moved, Nino clearly hesitant to leave now. He looked between Adrien and the kitchen, narrowing his eyes a little.

“… go back to your table.”

“Okay,” Adrien replied, not moving at all.

“Don’t do anything!” Nino stammered again, placing his cup down and edging towards the door but still so torn about leaving. He glanced behind him again, and then past Adrien towards the public entrance and could really feel the time he was losing when he didn’t even have a register open he could sell food with. But then he looked back at that cocky, lame guy who was just standing there happily, waiting for him to leave.

Adrien just nodded, grinning as he gestured at the door again, this time with an apple slice.

Nino hesitated again, before taking one step back, and another as Adrien just waited patiently. He could hear Ahmed working hard inside, feeling the pressure too since they were way behind schedule. His cousin was probably wondering what the hell he was doing but how was he supposed to explain this?

His back was all the way to the door when he just accepted that there was really no winning this, this guy was crazy.

They just had to see who was faster.

Nino bolted through the kitchen door with a crash, scaring the hell out of Ahmed who was passing by with an arm full stuff but he didn’t stop, just skidding across the tile and through the kitchen and around the corner and into the office, ignoring Ahmed’s shouts completely as he ran to count money as fast as he possibly could.

The door was like a gunshot to a race, Adrien completely caught up in his own nerves at the game he created but determined to win. He left his mostly finished plate with a clatter on the counter as he ran like hell to the first task he could think of, running towards the front host stand with the only things he knew for sure. Menus, dishrags, silverware sets and cleaner.

Adrien was cleaning and setting up tables about as fast as Nino could count, the waiter frantically scribbling at the edges of their check in sheet with the cash count and kicking the safe closed. He scrambled to grab the till and sprint back out into the kitchen, ignoring Ahmed again as he ran back towards the main body of the restaurant, but he was forced to skid to a stop when Ahmed angrily shouted at him, “NINO!”

“What?!” he demanded sharply, whipping around to glare at Ahmed who was waving frantically towards the back doors.

“The truck is HERE, listen to me for a second!! I need to start loading in before we get more people.”

“Do whatever but hurry up! Get everything going I’ve got to set up!”

Both of them stiffened when they heard a distant chime, trading a frantic look between each other before turning and running with what they needed to do.

Nino busted through the kitchen door out of breath, about to call out towards the front door his standard good morning as he asked them for their patience, but he didn’t have the chance to.

He stood open mouthed in shock as Adrien cheerily called out, “Good Morning! Is it just the two of you today?” to an older couple who had just walked in. The bastard had two menus in his hands already, beaming as they answered their good mornings too.

Adrien could feel Nino standing there in disbelief with the cash till in his hands, but couldn’t bring himself to doubt in the slightest, he was just having way too much fun as he escorted their new customers to their seats. He had almost half of the tables perfectly clean and sat them in the middle of them so it all looked a bit better than it was at the moment. Nino only just got his wits about him enough to actually start setting up the register as Adrien was taking their drink order, chatting with them personably as he just jotted it down in his phone.

Nino kept looking back and forth from the screen to Adrien, who was now telling some light-hearted joke to the delight of the older woman, who actually cooed some line like “Oh aren’t you sweet?” At a glance it looked like he was even making suggestions, before giving them a little wave and promising them their coffee shortly. It was when Nino successfully clicked the till in that Adrien was nearly back at the counter, scouting around for coffee cups and looking oh so pleased with himself.

Nino was going to try and hiss something at him but could think of nothing to say, Adrien shooting him a smug glance as he busied himself with whatever he felt like, occasionally stopping to munch on his pastries. He whisked himself away before Nino could sputter something out, and eventually he could stall no longer and ran back into the kitchen with a groan.

The kitchen was empty but he could see the evidence of Ahmed’s traffic, hustling to burst out into the street outside, immediately accosted by the morning chill and the odd clean smell of produce mixed with the damp, cool smells of the back alley. The truck was backed up to the loading door of the restaurant, and he caught sight of Ahmed just in time emerging with his hands full to avoid crashing into him, spooking him once again.

“Would you STOP that!” Ahmed finally yelled irritably, teetering dangerously as his younger cousin darted around him and started grabbing anything he could get his hands on, seemingly ignoring him. “Look I can get this you need to go handle the customers; finish set up inside.”

To his surprise Nino just huffed, his voice strained as he picked up two awkwardly sized food crates. “Oh no trust me, someone beat me to it.”

“What does THAT mean?” he attempted but Nino just rattled past him unsteadily, and Ahmed was forced to just pick up the pace so he could double back for Nino’s stuff before the loser dropped it all.

Inside Adrien was still on an adrenaline high, humming happily to himself as he polished off the last of his fruit. He had managed to clean all of the tables and the couple were happily sipping on their coffees, prepared to wait patiently for the order Adrien had only just taken. He had been looking around for something to write it on so he could pass it along to the kitchen when he had happened upon a hook laden with apron’s, so naturally he was wearing one now. Inside one of the pockets had been a misplaced pad of paper, so when Nino finally emerged in a frantic huff he was greeted with a folded slip of paper held between two fingers as Adrien triumphantly finished his coffee.

“Order for ya,” Adrien announced with a smirk, successfully cutting off whatever Nino had been about to say and waggling the paper slightly until he took it. “They only just made up their minds, so you’ve got awhile. The man’s coffee is black but the woman likes 3 creams no sugars.” He smiled, “In case you need to refill them, or I can do it, of course.”

“No!!” Nino finally spoke, so red in the face that Adrien was worried for just a second that he might actually have made him mad… but it only took a moment more for Nino’s flustered expression to become clear as he rubbed at his eyes, a laugh slipping through. And THAT made Adrien feel very brave.

They stood in relative privacy behind the counter together, the lo-fi tune and the general emptiness of the diner leaving them with each other to deal with. Nino sighed and crossed his arms, a smile still on his face even as he said, “You know I never really got that peak ‘bastard’ vibe off of you before but I have to admit it’s impressive.”

Adrien snickered, setting down his empty cup, but after a second’s thought started looking around for a place to clean it. “I have my moments,” he admitted, taking a full step towards the kitchen to find a sink to use before Nino snatched it from his hands, sliding past him to block the door again.

“What kind of pastry am I going to have to make to get you to sit down?”

“I don’t think you can top your apology pastry honestly, so I guess I can stop harassing you and go back to my booth. But then again it is a little weird for a waiter to switch out half-way through.”

Nino rolled his eyes, “I’ll tell them you went on ‘break’, now please give me a chance to make this up to you and go make your food?” He ended it like a question, since compliance was not guaranteed, but to his relief Adrien seemed to be relenting a little, taking his dirty plate with him and still entirely too happy with himself. He was really dragging his feet though, so Nino made a point to wander behind him, making a grab for his apron string which Adrien managed to dodge.

He was trying to assure his favorite waiter that he didn’t owe him anything and that he just wanted to help, but noticed after a moment that Nino was too distracted with huffing and puffing about all the clean tables and refilled salt shakers to listen, shepherding him back to his seat like he wished it had a ball and chain. The glare he got as he was finally forced back to his spot was just too good, and Adrien took his disbelieving sigh as a sign of victory.

“Now I’m going to go and make you your food and you better be sitting right here when I come back and give it to you. AND I’m going to get you another cup of coffee.” He said it almost defiantly, in a ‘and what are you gonna do about it?’ kind of way.

Adrien was going to say something charming or snarky when the door dinged again, and Nino leveled him with another glare when he turned to look. Adrien was forced to sheepishly bow his head, grinning innocently as Nino started taking steps away, walking backwards and watching him for most of the way before he finally turned around and said his standard, “Good Morning!”

Adrien decided to play it safe after that, waiting in his booth patiently but was still bubbly enough to chuckle to himself every now and again. He kept peeking over his shoulder as Nino sat down the new patrons and took their drink orders, checking in with the older couple who had been sat before and politely explaining that the cook was just about done with everything. Normally he could get away with staring, but today he seemed to get caught every single time, Nino always glancing up in his direction as if to check he was where he should be. He’d catch him staring and smile a little, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes looking away, and every time it left Adrien with an odd spike of energy that snaked down his spine and made him chuckle again.

His stupid, showy stunt was ridiculous, looking back on it now that the hype had died down a little. He was self-aware enough to start feeling embarrassed about it, but whenever he started doubting himself or planning how to apologize, he’d think back to the disbelieving laughs or the banter and feel just a little reassured. Maybe he had been a little over-zealous, a little too eager but, for better or for worse

He finally made an impression.

It was a short time later when the door dinged again, but to Adrien’s relief it was to signal help arriving. Another employee he recognized finally showed up to clock in, and it was only then that he really relaxed. He pulled off his cozy little apron and set it aside on the table, taking himself off standby now that Nino had another set of hands on deck. There were only two real customers to be worrying about, since at this point Adrien could honestly never get food and be perfectly content with it. He was relieved to see that he was not the first one served, the older couples’ orders coming through first and was glad to see that Nino had the sense to put him on the backburner regardless, or at least that was what he had assumed. In reality Ahmed must have just been hauling ass, because it was no time later at all that Adrien heard the familiar thunk of a plate being set down beside him.

He had been doodling in his handy dandy waiters notebook so Nino had actually managed to sneak up on him, sliding Adrien’s standard order to rest in front of him with a little more sass then was customary.

Adrien glanced up, determined to get out something witty this time, when suddenly his waiter’s momentum seemed to shift…

And he was moving to take a seat.

Adrien started slightly as Nino slid into the booth opposite him, setting down two empty coffee cups as he did and reaching for a carafe of the stuff he hadn’t noticed at first.

He felt himself going red in the face as Nino nonchalantly poured for them both, saying, “I’m sure you usually never drink this many cups in a sitting but it’s been a weird morning and you need something with your food. Plates hot, by the way.”

“I- uh,” Adrien stammered, looking down at it as an excuse to collect himself as Nino prepped his coffee the way he liked it. He was reeling from Nino’s sudden self-invite to his table, all his bold confidence from before totally evaporated by the sudden real life presence of his stupid, hopeless daydreams. But he couldn’t just say nothing, so he managed, “I’ll have another. And uh, this looks great, thank you.”

There was another apology pastry, he noticed. Tucked right in the corner.

When Adrien finally managed to look up it was Nino who was smirking into his cup this time, living for it as it was Adrien’s turn to look a little caught out. A little bit of payback, just a touch. He didn’t start eating right away either, accepting the offered drink and scoffing a little as Nino stole a strawberry.

“I can’t really stay for too long,” he opened, and despite the fact that obviously that must be the case Adrien couldn’t help feeling disappointed. “But I wanted to take a sec to come over. I’m taking a five.”

Adrien was going to say something like ‘don’t waste your break on my account’ but couldn’t bring himself to and hesitated at the last second. Even if it was mostly placating, he didn’t want to risk him getting up and leaving. Nino took the silence and continued, leveling him with a glare he knew now to be playful.

“You bum rushing my counter was totally ludicrous. Like, I was literally just telling Ahmed about it in the back and he couldn’t believe it. He was laughing his ass off.” When Adrien started laughing he just shook his head, eating his strawberry and taking a second one. Adrien didn’t seem to mind. “Like what’s even the plan for that, I had no idea what to do so I was just like, well fuck it I guess?? I’ll count the tills.”

Adrien was laughing even harder, the other employee now taking care of tables craning their head to look at them but neither of them caring. They were both laughing after a minute, and Adrien fought through it to say, “Your face was so funny, I couldn’t help myself. It was awesome.”

“It was ridiculous but whatever,” Nino rolled his eyes, smiling too big to hide it with his cup, though he still kind of tried. “I can’t stop thinking like I owe you dude like I was freaking out about it but you actually really did help. And you waited so long for your food and you were so cool about it the whole time-,”

“You don’t owe me anything Nino, I’m serious. I was having fun.”

“No I do, I definitely do. I owe you breakfast,” Nino said matter-of-factly, but shook his head again when Adrien gestured at his plate with an eyebrow raised. “No, not that one, that one was late. And not here either like, somewhere else. Some other time.” He hesitated, and for the first time since sitting he looked a little bit nervous. “Like maybe Friday, actually. If you were free.” He paused. “Friday morning,” he clarified kind of needlessly, looking away. He glanced up once at Adrien’s stunned silence and started rambling again. “Cause uh, I’m off on Friday, and I actually have time and you are usually in here on Fridays so like, if you were free-,”

“I’d love to!” Adrien suddenly interrupted, his voice a bit rushed sounding as he surprised them both, now stammering a little himself. “Uh, I mean, yes! I’m free, on Friday. Where-…” Adrien kind of trailed off, his pulse electric as he desperately tried to keep his cool.

It was happening.

“Well um, I actually haven’t picked a place yet. I was thinking that maybe, if you didn’t mind I could just like…. text you, later. With the restaurant.”

Adrien only noticed that Nino was fidgeting with his notepad with his free hand when he put his coffee down to wrestle it out of the apron pocket, putting it on the tabletop a little bashfully and was surprised to see that Adrien had already beaten him to the pen (probably from his own apron), pulling the paper over to his side and ignoring his breakfast entirely. Nino sat there balling his apron up in his hands as Adrien quickly jotted down his phone number, sliding it back to him with an energetic smile that he returned.

Like okay maybe he had thought about doing this like a hundred times but he couldn’t believe he was actually doing it. When the hell had he grown a pair? This handsome guy had been a regular here for ages and he never actually managed to do something about it, but he could practically sense Ahmed creeping on him through the window in the kitchen door. He had already been thinking it, but it was Ahmed’s indignant encouragement that actually got him out there.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Adrien finally answered, sounding so totally earnest that Nino had no idea what to do with it, laughing with nervous excitement.

“Yeah, me too. Let someone else deal with the morning rush for once, huh?”

With that Nino got up, holding his coffee cup in his hand and smoothing his apron as he stood, and, after a moments thought, leaned over to grab Adrien’s from the table (which he allowed without protest). He wanted to stay and get another laugh or poke fun at him or anything really, but he was so wired at this point that he just knew he was gonna fuck it up, so he did the safe thing and bailed. He traded a little wave with Adrien as he darted off to fill in Ahmed who was probably waiting to ambush him anyways, honestly a little childishly excited to share cause… he said yes. And when he risked a glance back as he fled he saw the man drop his head in his hands for a second, before he looked up again and beamed out the window. He looked so amped, Nino couldn’t stop thinking that maybe… he had been hoping? Hoping for Nino to ask him out? Had he been waiting for it? Was that why he jumped up to help had they both been-

When he crashed into the kitchen door without looking his coffee splashed against his chest, and he stumbled through it, the hot liquid catching mostly on the apron but burning his arms a little and drawing EVERYONES attention in the ridiculously quiet restaurant. He bolted through it and shut the door behind him, recoiling in on himself as he swore he heard him laughing.

The only thing Adrien heard back from it was a text two minutes later from an unknown number that simply said, “Shut up you didn’t see that.”

He quickly saved the contact and rushed to reply, “Lol yeah, I didn’t see anything.”

#adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #adrino #adrien/nino #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #oneshot #ml otp #tlp writes #thelastpilot writes #drabbles #drabble #havent written a ML thing in awhile #please give it a shot ^u^

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danisnotmyname · 1 year

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Summary: Zelda survives Sabrina's death the worse for wear.

*** “Was that too hard?” Lilith soothes the sting on her cheek. Lilith’s hell is better than her own. Zelda shakes her head, tears flying out her eyes. “More.”

#madam spellman #zelda spellman #lilith #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #please accept this humble offering of a oneshot #sth close to dead dove can you believe #sorry for spam posting

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amalia-uwu · 8 months

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“You are the best”

Gift Oneshot for Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away 💚💚💚

Sans x Female Reader

Undertale by Toby Fox. The rights go to the respective owners!

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst,

Your majesty, I offer you this oneshot.

Please my queen, accept this humble offering!

💚

You came home after a long day.

By the time you woke up..

Things were just going downhill. You hit your toe on the bed. Slammed your head on the table.

It started raining, the wind turned the umbrella around 5 times.

At work not only the manager was being a total jerk, some customers really tested your patience and limits. Too much work paperwork..

Of course, they spilled coffee on you cause why not? This day is already awful! What else could get wrong?

You reached your door all wet, cause someone drove over the puddle on the street as a result the muddy water splashed all over you.

...Great. Just great...

You sighed.

You stepped in.

Sans heard the door opening "Honey?" his soft masculine voice called. He sounded from the kitchen. You didn't have the strength to speak. Your eyes began watering. You felt them burning.

You stood at the door not saying a word.

He came and looked at you. His happiness turned to shock, concern, understanding..

His eyes widen "Oh". He could understand from your face that you could barely keep it together.

"Before anything else, how about you take a shower, then come talk to me? Hm? There are fresh washed clothes and hot water waiting for you. Then come eat and we will talk yes?".

You smiled clenching your teeth and silently nodded.

You left your things and went to take a shower.

You washed your hair, then filled the bathtub with hot water and let yourself relax.

The water warmed your bones and alleviated the soreness and tiredness. That gift box Sans brought you had the best fragrances.

Coconut, rose, mango, floral and many more beautiful smells.

Right now you used lavender.

Eventually you cleaned the bathroom and went to the bedroom.

You saw the clothes he picked up for you, laying neatly on the bed.

Okay, you chuckled.

The shirt was green with heart designs on it.

The pants were a darker shade of green (forest green) with pandas on them.

Your white wooly jacket, with the teddybear-like hood that neatly laid above your bed.

You got dressed and walked downstairs.

He left food for you and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Sans looked at you. You approached him and hugged him.

He hugged you back. You began crying.

Everything that had happened today, came back to slap you hard on the face.

"Bad day?" he asked softly. You nodded.

"wanna tell me what happened?".

"too much work, the manager is a total jerk. On the street someone splashed muddy water all over me, they spilled coffee and... Today is just terrible".

He caressed your hair and gave your a cheek a soft kiss.

You smiled at that.

"Hey, now it's okay! Sshh.. Look, I made you, your favorite food. We can see your favorite movie and eat the cake I baked. Sounds good?"

You broke the hug and kissed his cheekbone.

You loved how his face blushed. That faint blue hue under his eye sockets drove you nuts.

You sat down and you ate the food he made for you. "Mmm" the flavors were so good.

Sans had stopped eating, he was just watching you. He loved the way you eat.

He found you so adorable.

You looked at him. Cheeks stuffed and slightly blushed. You swallowed and said "It's delicious, thank you!"

Sans smiled, man he was adorable when he was getting shy. You wanted to put him down and kill him with kisses.

However, the lady you were. You repressed that desire.. For now.

When you both finished.

You drank the orange juice. You felt better.

You were so happy around him.

Even in bad days. You couldn't help but smile, when you were close to him.

He was the light in the darkness.

You washed the dishes and then laid on the couch.

He brought you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You laid on top of him. Your face on his sternum, listening to the soft humming of his soul.

He was warm and soft. His bones and magic made him a soft chubby teddy bear.

He threw a blanket above you; your favorite color, green.

You smiled and kissed his sternum, were his soul is..

"You are the best" you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You make me happy! Thank you sweetheart" you added.

He smiled and caressed your back. He kissed your forehead

"I'm always here for you, y/n. Don't forget that, no matter what. I am always here my starlight".

You smiled "same goes for me sans. I'm always here"

He rubbed your back as you buried your face deeper into his ribs.

"I love you sans" you mumbled and slowly closed your eyes for a nap. You had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love you too Y/N" he whispered.

This day had a good conclusion after all. You were happy!

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The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

#undertale #sans #sans x reader #sans x y/n #sans x you #for fudgelling-away #gift fic #Amalia writes #Αμαλία γράφει #I was planning to post it in a few days #But hearing you had a tough day I decided to post it now!#Enjoy 😘#Hope you feel better!#😘😘😘#Αμαλία writes

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chaoticneutralwriter · 5 years

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17; #1013Gift

In which it’s a very special someone’s birthday and you don’t think you had the words to describe how much you love him

Idol!Jimin x Staff!Fan!Reader

word count: 5.2k

genre: fluff, romance, fluff, comedy, fluff, oneshot, established relationship

A/N: It’s a best boi’s birthday and I gotta show some love because he makes me feel soft in my frozen heart :(( the world is whipped for Jimin. Happy birthday to the sweetest, talented, most handsome, humble, caring fairy/angel in the world. Thank you for being our singer and I only wish all the happiness and health to you forever. Now let me kiss your cheekies.

“Y/N-ssi! Please get the candles!”

“Yes!” You answer back, scurrying to grab the pack on the table as well as the additional matches that came with the order. You run into the artist room wherein you find most of the staff members setting up the rich chocolate cake on the coffee table, pinning the little custom toppers that had cute and silly pictures Jimin had took along with a big ‘Happy Birthday’ edible plaque in the middle. You hand off the candles, each of which are shaped into the numbers two and four before turning to busy yourself with setting up other things.

The boys will be coming off stage soon from their encore and after giving back their mics, they would gather in this room to cool off, take post-concert pictures for Twitter and change to head back to their hotel for the night. At least, that’s what they would usually do but today there is an additional event on the list.

Today is Jimin’s 24th birthday.

Because of the special occasion, it seems like everyone and everything is supercharged with extra energy and excitement, including yourself. The smile had yet to leave your face ever since the beginning of the day in spite of already wishing Jimin a happy birthday through Kakao (right at midnight!) and in person albeit briefly before he was swept away for rehearsals and of course the concert. And boy what a concert that was. The tension was always high for a BTS show but this time around, you felt like it was even higher which should be impossible but you shouldn't be surprised, it’s the boys and proving people wrong is kind of their specialty now. Of course the fans didn’t disappoint either, matching the boys' energy level right up until the end. You can still hear the chorus of them singing happy birthday to Jimin echoing through the stadium and the scale of it had you, for lack of better words, really shook.

It made you think how it must feel if you were on the receiving end of all that love and support.

So by the time the concert is drawing to a close, you had worked up the feeling of longing in your chest to really sit down and spend time with Jimin properly. Your hand unconsciously goes into the pocket of your official tour pullover, fiddling with the small box hidden inside. The morning had been so hectic that you didn’t have the time to give Jimin your gift and you were hoping now that the show is done, you’ll be able to have a better chance. But evidently, the birthday boy was quite popular right now.

“Oh, they’re coming!” Someone announces and with those words, a flurry of things are set into motion. The candles get lit, someone grabs the camcorder and stays by the doorway on standby, and then suddenly your vision is obscured by the large bouquet of flowers shoved into your arms. You splutter, taken off guard for a second before you too get into your position just as the lights are shut off, leaving only the small glow of the candles to burn brightly.

There’s a moment of silence, and then a commotion of noises growing louder until it finally reaches the room. When the door clicks open…

��Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Park Jimin! Happy birthday to you!”

It was a mess of voices, all singing together in various tones but the volume rising above everyone’s was probably a mixture of Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook (off-key but still harmonious in some bizarre way that you can’t help but pause in your own singing to wheeze). Jimin’s got a big smile on his face as he approaches the awaiting cake, eyes creasing until they practically disappear as he presses his hands together in a brief moment of making a wish before blowing out the candles —

With his nose.

You really love this man.

You’re actually thankful now that you have the large bouquet in your arms because now you can hide your face that is bursting with muffled laughter. The round of applause also helped too.

“Thank you everyone, all the staff, the members, the fans who organized so many amazing events for my birthday. I’m so thankful to have you all here to celebrate this special day with me.” Jimin says, a hand placed over his heart like he’s about to burst from all the feelings inside of him. “Please continue to take care of me!” He finishes with a deep bow and everyone cheers.

You were mid-clapping when you feel someone gently nudge you on your shoulder. Glancing back, you meet the eyes of one of the staff members who gestures with her chin to the flowers still in your arms. Oh!

Your face grows hot as you weave your way through the bodies of people to get to the centre where Jimin is. His back was towards you as he accepts a gift bag from Hoseok so you tentatively try to get his attention. Luckily for you, you can always count on one of the members to help you out.

“Hyung, Y/N-noona is behind you.” Jungkook calls from his seat on the black couch, already fork deep in the cake.

At that, Jimin whips around, stepping back slightly as he too gets taken aback at how large the bouquet is in your arms. Nevertheless, he beams at you.

“Noona what’s happening here?” He giggles, manoeuvring the gift bag so it slid lower onto his forearm, freeing his hands.

“These are from your dad.” You supply, lifting up the assortment of flowers and nearly breaking your wrist at how heavy they were.

“Aish, I swear he gets bigger ones each year.” You hear him jokingly say. You smile, about to tell him that it’s only because he really loves his precious son but your thoughts are short-circuited when you feel his hand wrap around your wrists, tugging you forward until you were almost to his chest, the bouquet being the only thing standing in between you. You peer up with wide eyes and though you’re barely able to see above the colourful flora, you still make out the sly grin pulling back Jimin’s full lips. “But he’s managed to find such a pretty flower that I’m willing to let it slide.”

Off to the side, you hear coughing, loud and forced and your blush deepens as you try to shrink yourself to hide behind the bouquet, even as your heart is doing backflips in your sternum.

“Yah, I could’ve died eating this cake and then what would we have done?” Seokjin complains though he’s only half serious.

“Oh hyung, don’t be dramatic.” Jimin rebuttals, taking the flowers off of your hands, but still keeping a hold on you as he shuffles to one of the couches. “And that’s my cake you’re eating! I still haven’t had a bite of it yet!” You have no choice but to follow, perching yourself on the armrest of the couch even when Jimin tries to sneakily tug you onto his lap. Once he’s settled, he takes the time to open the little card attached to the pick in the bouquet, about to read it when he realizes that it was all in English.

“Noona can you tell me what this says? I can only make out a few words.” He hands the card to you and you hesitate for a moment, not really sure if you should intrude on such a private thing but with one quick glance around the room, Namjoon's nowhere to be found. Your eyes catch Jimin's though and he's smiling up at you and it's only then that you feel like you're given the okay to read it.

Taking the card from his grasp you scan over the words and can't help the smile that blooms on your lips as you translate, “To my precious son, I wish you a happy birthday where you may always be happy and healthy. Take care of yourself, I love you very much, from your father.”

You watch fondly as his face changes in the subtlest of ways, growing softer as he takes in the words written before his lips break into another beautiful smile again once he’s finished.

“Wow, my dad really is such a romantic.” Jimin laughs breathily.

“Yeah, you would have to get that side of you from somewhere Jimin-ie.” Namjoon comments, now fully changed into his own clothes. When Jimin opens his mouth to protest, Taehyung takes the time to swoop in and deliver a forkful of cake into his mouth, effectively stopping him. You hold back a giggle as he pouts but chews anyways. The rest of the guys wander off one by one to go change and gather their things to set off back to the hotel. Jimin continues to lounge on the couch, slowly chipping away at his cake and you’re content to watch him.

“Noona, you should try this cake, it’s really good.” He says, trying to scoop up a piece to offer to you.

You shake your head. “No it’s okay, it’s your cake after all. You have your fill.”

“But I want to feed you~”

You splutter, feeling warm again and the whiney way in which he says it makes it almost impossible to resist. You suppose you can take a bite…but you really should be saving your appetite for dinner tonight… Oh heck this is Jimin, the birthday boy, who are you to say no —

“If you’re going to eat a piece, make sure it’s not the part where he blew his nose all over it.” Hoseok interjects as he casually saunters over to pick up his kermit duffle bag from one of the seats.

“Ah hyung!” Jimin exclaims petulantly, whipping his head to face the dancer and you bite back a snort, watching as his ears and the back of his neck turn crimson. “I would nev—I didn’t do such a thing! When did I — ?! Noona, don’t listen to him.”

“Wah this guy; she was in the same room as us when you blew out your candles that way! What are you saying, ‘I never did such a thing?!’” You hear Seokjin practically announce to the world and you see him across the room while dramatically pointing an accusing finger at Jimin.

That finally pushes a wheezing chuckle past your lips as you bend over slightly in hopes of concealing it but Jimin hears it all the same. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, looking a lot like a child caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar. You compose yourself, turning back to give him a warm smile.

“It’s okay Jimin-ah, I still love you.”

Immediately a chorus of ooh’s go off around the room before it escalates to straight up whoops and hollers (you think you hear Yoongi screeching in the mix, yelling for everyone to start heading for the vans). It does nothing to calm the redness of Jimin’s ears so he all but curls in on himself, ducking his head into his hands as he lets out his own yell of embarrassment. You finally throw your head back and laugh aloud, can’t stand the group’s antics anymore as you get up from your seat.

“C’mon Jimin, go get change so you can go back to the hotel to rest and continue celebrating.” You encourage, trying to coax him with a few gentle pats on his head. He’s dyed his hair to a rich pink that borderlines on being magenta and despite his constant dye jobs, it’s still silky to the touch. You pull away before you get lost in wanting to stay and stroke his hair forever. After a few more minutes of coaxing, Jimin eventually drags himself out of his hole of embarrassment to change out of the concert t-shirt he was given to wear for the encore, coming out with one of his own shirts and a slightly baggy zip-up hoodie.

“You should come by my room for dinner noona.” Jimin suggests, hauling his bag over his shoulder as you two walk towards the hall leading towards the garage.

“I thought your members wanted to get together and drink a little for your birthday.” You say, stopping in your tracks.

“It’s just a few drinks to unwind and celebrate another successful concert, they won’t be long.”

You throw a look at him, tilting your head but can’t help smiling softly. “Don’t worry about me.” You reassure, taking his hand and squeezing when he goes to protest again. “Relax and enjoy your time with them freely. Besides, I still have to help around here a little bit more before leaving.”

You watch him chew his bottom lip and you feel the urge to reach up and stop him. So in a spurt of courage, you lean up to brush your lips to his cheeks but miscalculate in your hesitancy and instead, land one on the corner of his chin. It still does the trick in surprising him, wide eyes blinking down at you as you duck away in shyness.

“I-I’ll text you okay?”

Jimin reluctantly agrees with a mumble but not wanting to let you go just yet, pulls you into his arms. You’re more than happy to oblige as he rocks the both of you in place, taking in each other’s warmth as you bury your head into his shirt that still has the barest hints of his cologne on. Every once in a while you feel him press soft kisses on the crown of your head that causes you to involuntarily squeeze your arms tighter around him, refusing to look up at him like a knee jerk reaction from an overload of affection. You hear him giggle above you and then suddenly you’re assaulted by a barrage of kisses, Jimin making sure to smack his lips loudly each time he makes contact until you squeal and leap out of his arms, face boiling hot.

“G-Get going! They’re all w-waiting for you! I’ll let you know when I’m at the hotel okay? Love you, gotta go bye!” You say it all in one breath, turning hurriedly to scurry off but then screech to a halt when you remembered; his gift! So you race back almost shame-faced, eyes refusing to meet Jimin’s so all you hear is a noise of confusion but you grab his hand and shove the small black box into it before pivoting so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash, running all the way back to the waiting room to help pack away any remaining things that might need to be brought back to the hotel as well as clean up.

The last thing you hear is Jimin’s laugh echoing down the hall, followed by an equally loud ‘love you too!’

It’s midnight by the time you finally step foot into the hotel. You and the staff members have packed away most of the luggage trunks that contain a plethora of stage outfits, cosmetics and other knick knacks that was a part of the concert. You all also took advantage of the catering leftovers, some taking food for when everyone needs to be up early and already on the go with no time for morning room service.

During the time you worked to clean up, Jimin had been messaging you through Kakao, asking how you were doing and if you’ll be on your way soon, all of which you reply, telling him that you will be and reminding him that he should be enjoying his dinner and drinks with his members. It’s been a good while since then, the singer becoming uncharacteristically quiet but you can only attribute that to him taking up on your advice or that he must’ve headed off to bed early after a belly full of good food, drinks and being dead tired from doing a concert.

So you’re surprised when your messenger goes off as you’re on your way to your floor and when you pull out your phone to check, the name that pops up is Jimin’s.

“Noonaaaaa, are youh ere yet???? TTT“

“I miss youuu TT please hurryy backkk TTT”

You snort, taking the time to reply back to him and wondering to yourself if there was any possible way that Jimin is currently very tipsy right now (something you think is rather impossible, given how much the boy drinks but even then, he looks and acts fairly sober) for him to be texting this way.

“Yes, I’m on my way to my room. Did you eat well? What are you doing still up?”

“Yess I ate a lot ^^ but I miss youu moree TT

Come over to my room pleaese~~? I’m lonely”

A character sticker pops up under the message, expressing big, round puppy eyes that you can’t say no to.

So you don’t.

“hh okay, I’ll come over just for a bit alright?”

“Yayyy!!!! I’ll wait for you~~~ <3”

A giggle escapes you before you hit the elevator button to close the door and push the appropriate floor the boys were on. Once it reaches with a ding, you head out down the hall, past doors until you finally come to the right one and after ringing the doorbell once, it flings open and you’re engulfed in a tight embrace.

“Noonaaaa~!” Jimin whines, making an effort to wrap himself around you like a koala bear. “I miss you~~”

“We just saw each other not too long ago Jimin-ah.” You laugh breathlessly, straining from his weight even though you’re putting back as much effort into the hug.

“That’s too long ago….” He murmurs into your hair. You chuckle, patting him on the head as he continues to smother you but choke out a squeak when he suddenly lifts you and shuffles the both of you into his room. He does well in balance for the most part, to the point where you’re baffled but like your thoughts had jinxed it, his foot catches mid-step and you get deposited onto the couch a lot less gracefully than what Jimin had intended. You release an ‘oof’ as your back hits the cushions and Jimin barely has any time to keep his weight from crushing you, bracing his hands on either side of you to do so.

“Oh my God noona, are you okay? I didn’t mean to drop you.” He’s apologizing between embarrassed giggles and find yourself smiling and giggling along with him.

“It’s okay.” You assure, voice slightly muffled into his shoulder before jokingly asking. “Are you drunk?”

He pulls back if only to give you a greasy grin, “If you mean on your love, then yes.”

You turn away with a snort and when you feel like that wasn’t enough, you bring a hand up to hide half of your face while using the other to give a small shove on his chest. He gets off of you with a laugh, squeaking as he heads off into another part of the room. After taking the time to recover, you finally take notice of the coffee table in front of you that’s laid out with various plates of fruits, pastries and the half eaten cake Jimin received earlier. Your eyes naturally turn to where Jimin’s back is facing you, busying himself at a round dining table that’s been pushed to the far corner littered with white porcelain plates of dinner, multiple glasses and champagne bottles; hints of the members being here earlier. It seems like they had a good time.

“Did you eat yet noona?”

“Ah, I had a bit to eat before leaving.” You answer, sinking comfortably back into your seat as you continue to watch Jimin. He strides languidly from the table to the other side of the room near the mini fridge, a bottle of champagne in his hand and when your eyes travel to his destination, you spy the two additional flute glasses that he automatically reaches for. You tilt your head in disbelief though a smile creeps onto your lips all the same; you honestly shouldn’t be surprised at this point. No sooner, Jimin settles down beside you, placing the two glasses onto the table before he goes to uncork the bottle.

“You should eat more, there’s plenty of food left still. The hyungs all went a little crazy with the room service.” He says that but sloshes the alcohol he’s pouring into his glass, splashing some of it onto the plate of strawberries. You try not to let out a laugh, however the strong exhale through your nose gives you away anyways.

“Don’t laugh.” Jimin scolds playfully, lowering his tone so that it sounded more nasally and from the base of his throat.

“Yes, Jimin-ssi.” You smile, taking the glass he offers you and when he grabs his own, you raise yours in cheers. “Happy birthday to Jimin-ah.”

“Thank you jagiya~” He coos back, clinking his glass to yours before he turns away out of respect to down it in one go. You’re left blinking by yourself as you, at most, take a hearty sip of yours. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him do that but it still leaves you very awestruck and…. A little afraid.

When he finishes, Jimin throws his head back, sighing out loudly in satisfaction as he ruffles his hair, smile never leaving his plush lips. You find yourself having the same problem as you watch him practically radiate joy from every fibre of his being, placing your glass down to reach for a piece of fruit. You both fall into quiet conversations about your day, the gifts he got, the projects he’s seen on Twitter for his birthday, funny things that happened during the day, conversations with his members — all the little things. You try your best to indulge in Jimin’s drinking but find very quickly that it’s best to sit that one out as you’re already feeling quite the buzz by the third glass, any more and Jimin would probably be the one to carry you to bed.

“How was celebrating your birthday during a concert?”

The singer’s smile widen (if that’s even possible) until his eyes crease, lolling his head so that it rests on the back of the couch as he replies, “It was amazing. It’s not the first time I’ve celebrated my birthday on tour but every time it’s always special because it makes me realize that no matter where I am, there’s always so many people who love and cherish me; ARMY, the members, the staff and you. You’re the ones who make it special even when I might think my birthday is not all that special.”

“What are you saying…without your birthday you wouldn’t exist…” You scold in a mumble, mouth stuffed with a pineapple wedge. “And that would suck…”

Your comment causes Jimin to giggle melodically, reaching over as if to pinch your cheek but you deflect, ducking away like a cat who doesn’t want to be petted. It makes him want to tease you more but he lets it go for now.

“I’m just a little sad that my family couldn’t make it to the show this time around…” Jimin continues with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I would’ve love to have dinner with them and introduced you…”

Your eyes widen a fraction at the confession, heart speeding up at the thought of meeting Jimin’s family. In the time that you’ve been dating Jimin, he very seldom lets anyone interact with the people he cherishes most (friend or family). He’s scarily a good judge of character, even if he had only spoken two words to someone he just met. Jimin’s always polite and friendly by nature of course, but he’s someone who doesn’t accept just anyone into his circle of friends. So for him to announce that he wants you to meet his family….

You feel honoured as you break out into a cold sweat.

“Jagiya relax.” Jimin giggles, taking a hold of your hand, his face turned towards you now to notice your quiet panic. “I’m just getting ahead of myself… But I really do want you to meet them, and when you do, I’m positive they’ll love you.”

The sincerity of his words makes your heart speed up for an entirely different reason now, and you find it hard to look away from the soft smile he’s giving you — not when he seems to look at you like you’re the entire universe when his eyes are the ones that glisten like he holds the universe in them. You’re smitten really, at how easily Jimin had washed away all your worries with simple touches and glances like this and it just makes you love him all the more.

“You think so…?” You don’t mean to whisper, but you feel like anything louder would disrupt this intimate moment you’re sharing. You feel him squeeze your hand gently, the sweetest of smile adorning his lips, setting his face aglow.

“I know so.”

His voice comes out in a much softer tone, huskier around the edges as he seems to share the same sentiment as you. Jimin’s eyes remain fixated on you, drinking your image in like it’s the first time he’s seen something so mesmerizing and for that, you can’t help but to steadily grow self-conscious. Before you’re able to drop your gaze from the intensity, he sighs out.

“God, I really want to kiss you right now noona.”

Your breath hitches; the way he says it sounds like he’s been holding back for quite some time, admitting only now because he can’t stand it for much longer. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking but you shouldn’t be the one to talk because suddenly, you feel a rush of adrenaline that spurs you on to do something you’d probably chicken out halfway if you were sober.

“Close your eyes.”

The steadiness in your voice takes even Jimin by surprise, blinking owlishly for a second before he obliges, eyes sliding close. You breathe in deeply, steeling your nerves and hoping that the sound of your rapidly beating heart doesn’t give you away as you lean in close until your lips press on the smooth skin of his forehead. You don’t linger for long as you slowly lower your face until your lips touch delicately over each of his eyelids, so soft that to Jimin, they feel like the brush of butterfly wings.

“Don’t look yet…” You murmur when you feel his eyes flutter behind closed lids and you move to place your lips on the apples of his cheek, taking in the way he seems to desperately want to reach out to you, feel your lips on his — a hard swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing and the subtle scrunch from the couch under his grip is the only thing that gives away his anticipation. You don’t mean to tease, but you can’t help but want to take your time in appreciating him, show how much you cherish him if not through your words than through your actions. So when you finally press a kiss to those soft, pillowy lips, he melts in an instant, instinctively tilting his head so that you both slot perfectly together.

Your eyes flutter close, giving in to him as you feel one hand cup the side of your neck and the other pulls you in even closer, hoisting you into his lap, chest bumping until all you feel is him. Your sighs are swallowed by him and he takes his time to kiss you thoroughly, just as you had with him, sucking on your bottom lip and coaxing you with his tongue. You break away multiple times only to draw back in because neither of you can’t get enough of the taste of each other but eventually you do with a soft smack of your lips. Mind clearing from the haze that is Jimin, you notice how you’re straddling his hips and how he’s reclined against the couch, staring up at you with pupils blown out underneath slightly tousled hair. His lips are parted as puffs of air brush against your cheek, pink and swollen with a wet sheen to them — you don’t think yours are any better but while you think you look like a complete, total mess, Jimin looks divine.

It must’ve showed on your face because a sly smile stretches across his face, followed by a chuckle that rumbles from his chest to yours.

“That was naughty of you noona.”

The deep raspy tone alone was nearly enough to sober you up. You begin to lean away, more than embarrassed but you feel his arms tighten around you, keeping you in place.

“No don’t….” He almost whines, “Give me one more for my birthday…”

You blink, letting his words sink in and when they do, a giggle bubbles up inside of you, making your shoulders shake and you have to lower your head down to rest against his shoulder. You hear him giggling along with you but you don’t think it’s for the same reason as yours. Once you’ve managed to reel yourself in, you bring a hand up to run a hand through his hair, brushing away the strands as lean your forehead gently against his own, smiling softly down at him.

“Okay….”

He’s all too pleased when you agree, smiling into the kiss that you’re all too happy to give.

You won’t point out the fact that it’s been way past midnight.

Bonus

You notice it as Jimin stretches his neck back for a second, the silver finally catching the light of the lamps.

“You’re wearing it…” You can’t help but let it slip out. Jimin hears you and follows your eyes until he sees what you’re so fixated on. A grin immediately breaks out across his lips.

“Of course I am noona. I was surprised when I opened it; how’d you find it?”

“I didn’t…” You admit, fiddling with the sleeves of your pullover. “I heard you lost it and how you couldn’t find a replacement ever since so…I thought you would like to have it again. I know it was important to you.”

He nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately, beaming at you with so much gratitude you think it’s a little undeserved of you. “Thank you noona, it really means a lot to me. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have someone who cares about me and ARMY.”

You’re the lucky one here, you think, cheeks heating up at the praises and you take to occupying yourself by straightening out the little silver letters that spell out ‘ARMY’ resting on the base of his neck. He flinches away, giggling from how ticklish your fingers are making him.

“You know I’m still ARMY even if I’m your girlfriend too, right?”

“Of course noona~ I know you’re my biggest fan~”

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Assembling Ikea Furniture with Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: An Asgardian, you live with Thor after the devastation of Ragnarok. Infinity War? what’s that? You are left alone after a confusing Family Game Night, but Bucky Barnes keeps you company and attempts to help you put the house in order.

A/N: As you may know, I’ve been reposting fics from my old blog (with some slight changes). I figured I’d post my first ever Bucky fic in honor of his birthday today! It can be read as a oneshot or part of a series that you can read on AO3: “The Perks of Being an Avenger.”

Warning: some smut and a lil fluff (18+, please)

Word count: 2.4k

Thor must not have come home last night because he was nowhere to be found in the morning. He must not have stopped home either because there was no note. He usually left notes to communicate because he refused to get a cell phone. Tony Stark even gave him a custom device with practically millions of capabilities as a “Welcome to Earth!” present. It was still in the hall closet. Thor had tried to give it to you, but it would only activate with the voice command, “Point Break,” spoken by Thor himself. But Thor bought you a phone. The problem was that you didn’t have anyone’s number. Loki just sort of appeared and disappeared when he felt like it. You didn’t see him as often as Thor, and you were still learning how to read him. You didn’t know what to think about last night.

You decided staying busy would keep your mind off all the strange things that occurred during Family Game Night. You thought you’d go for a run, make yourself a healthy breakfast, and then spruce up the house. You and Thor had bought furniture but had only assembled the essentials, like the dining room table and the beds. Your bedroom still needed a desk, a chair for the desk, and a couple bookcases. Maybe you could get all of that done before 6pm and then start making dinner.

But none of that would happen. Ragnarok felt all too recent, and you thought you’d distract yourself with a little bit of Netflix. A couple episodes of the Great British Bake Off turned into an entire season, and then you stumbled upon a new show that sucked you in, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. A combination of your guilt- and depression-fed inertia and taking advantage of Thor’s absence to watch what you wanted without fear of judgment just caused you to spiral. Somehow, it got to be four in the afternoon, and you heard someone’s voice on the intercom.

“Miss Y/N,” Frank, your doorman, said. “A Mr. James Buchanan Barnes is here to see you.”

“You can let him up.” you said “Thank you, Frank.”

Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier, was here? You weren’t even wearing real pants, just purple pajama shorts, but there was no time to change now.

Minutes later the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Out stepped Bucky Barnes. You had only spoken to him once before at Tony Stark’s party to celebrate Thor’s return to Earth. You had been starving, and your hands were full, holding a plate of crackers and cheese in one hand and a flute of champagne in the other. You had approached a couch, but Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes pretty much filled it to capacity.

But Bucky must have seen you looking. “We can move over,” he said. “Here.” He scooched over onto Sam’s cushion and patted the now empty spot next to him.

You sat down. The cushion was very warm. You had only exchanged a few words before Thor dragged you away to meet Wanda and Natasha. Then when you returned to the couch, he was gone. That was all. Yet here he was.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky said. “It’s good to see you again.” He had a small, almost shy smile that still managed to light up his blue eyes.

“You, too, Mr. Barnes,” you said. “Can I offer you a drink?” You began to walk him toward the kitchen.

“You can call me Bucky,” he said. “I could go for something to drink.”

“We have beer and—” You opened the fridge.

“Beer will be fine. Thanks.” He smiled, showing small creases around his bright eyes.

“So, what brings you here?” You took out two bottles of beer and snapped the caps off with a bottle opener.

“Right to the point, then!”

You laughed. “I guess I just never expected you to drop by like this.” You handed him a bottle.

“Well, I have a message from Thor,” he said, accepting the beer. “He came by to pick up Steve this afternoon. They have some mission with Bruce and Tony. Apparently, they didn’t need me, so Thor asked me to come tell you he wouldn’t be making it home for dinner and that you could order something and watch that baking show you like.”

“Thor and that baking show!” you said, blushing. “Alright, well, I guess I’m on my own tonight.”

“I could keep you company,” Bucky said. “All my friends are on a mission…or dead.”

You gave him a look from the corner of your eye. “I’m sorry,” you said.

“I mean because I’m old,” he said.

“Nonsense. You’re practically a child,” you said. “I’m much older.”

He laughed. “Not possible.”

“Well, to be fair, I was asleep for most of my life, thanks to Odin, so I don’t feel particularly old.”

“How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“About a thousand years, but, like I said, I was asleep for most of it.”

“I was asleep for most of my life, too,” he said. “How about that?”

“Well, look at us,” you said.

“A couple of sleeping beauties! So, what are you up to this evening?”

At this point in the day, you were supposed to have been for a run, bathed, and assembled all your furniture. “I have furniture to assemble.” The words just came out.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

“I am—”

“Let me rephrase that. Would you like any help or some company?”

It was Saturday evening. You had no idea when Thor would return, and you weren’t scheduled to see Loki until Monday. You could use some company. “Company would be wonderful, actually.”

“Okay! So, where’s this furniture?”

“My room. Follow me.” You led him out of the kitchen and down the hall to your room. You padded silently on bare feet, and his boots sounded heavy behind you. Your door was already open, revealing your unmade bed and dirty clothes on the floor.

“Excuse the mess.” You scratched the back of your head sheepishly.

“There’s nothing to excuse,” he said. “So, all of this needs to be assembled?” He pointed to the flat cardboard boxes leaning against the walls.

“Yeah. Thor really likes Ikea. In fact, he won’t buy any other brand of furniture.” You shrugged.

“His house, his rules, I guess. Anyway, where should we begin?”

“Well, why don’t we divide and conquer to begin with? You could start with that desk chair, if you don’t mind.” You didn’t want to give him the huge desk or the bookcases. Somehow, you felt that would be rude.

“That seems doable.” He walked over to pile in the middle of the floor. At one point, you had started with the chair because it did seem “doable.” You left the arms, underframe, and chair shell in pieces. Bucky knelt down and picked up the instruction booklet and a clear plastic bag of screws. He sat, reading the booklet. “Långfjäll,” he said with perfect Swedish pronunciation.

“Oh, you speak Swedish?” you asked happily.

“There’s still a lot of what Hydra put in me here.” He tapped his temple. “Some of it can be a little useful.”

You, of course, were aware of his story. After Hydra fell and he was reunited with his best friend Steve Rogers, he began recovering his normal personality. No one seemed sure, though, just how much he could recover. Now, here he was, sitting cross-legged on the floor, scrutinizing the instruction booklet. He seemed so harmless yet so very tragic.

- - -

You heard a grunt from the middle of the room. Bucky was hunched over the jumble of chair parts, straining to fit in a screw that would attach the arm to the chair. “It. Won’t. Go. In.”

“Easy, there. Let’s take a break and grab another beer.” You walked over to him and offered your hand to help him up. He took it, and it shocked you because it was cold and unyielding. It was his metal arm. You hadn’t thought about it because he came in wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and a leather glove on his left hand. You hadn’t even thought about it until now. You kept your face neutral. It’s not that you though his arm was strange. It just caught you off guard.

“This is taking forever,” he said. “I’m sorry it turns out I’m absolutely useless when it comes to assembling Ikea furniture. You’ll have to give me some pointers. I don’t know how you managed to get two bookcases together in the same time I attached one and a half arms to the chair.”

“Well, I’ll help you when we get back.” You smiled. Somehow helplessness in strong men made you soft. Perhaps it was unexpected vulnerability. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you a hand, not making extra work!”

You laughed. Really, it was endearing to see him so humbled by a desk chair. “You’re not making extra work. It’s nice to have the company, honestly. Thor tends to keep me kind of isolated.” You handed him another beer.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He paused to sip his beer. “I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you at that party at Tony’s. Why does he keep you so isolated?

You took a thoughtful sip. “I think it’s complicated.”

Bucky just set his eyes on you, silently encouraging you.

“To him, I’m Asgard. I’m Odin. I’m the last shred of the life Thor has known for a millennium or so. He sees me as more than just a person, and I assure you that I am just a person. But maybe I don’t know anything about what he’s thinking. Despite appearances, Thor is a complex man.”

Bucky drank in silence, neither stopping you nor urging you on. You decided to stop. You didn’t want to reveal too much. You didn’t want him to think you had feelings for Thor, when you weren’t sure yourself. You were still figuring out who Thor was, too. Bucky’s silence was drawing out all these questions. So, you drank to shut yourself up.

After a few minutes of silently avoiding eye contact, Bucky stood upright. “Let’s get this damn furniture taken care of so we can relax,” he said.

“Good idea!” You led the way down the hall again.

“This chair is a nightmare,” Bucky said when he entered your room.

“We can extend our break if you want.” You flopped onto your bed on your back.

“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.

You shook your head: “no.”

Bucky followed suit and flopped onto your bed on his back. He reached for your hand. His was warm and human. You interlaced your fingers together without thinking.

“Do you like being awake or do you wish you were still asleep?” He turned his head to face you.

You continued to stare at the ceiling. “I honestly don’t know yet. It’s all too soon to tell.”

“How old were you when Odin put you to sleep.”

“I was twenty.”

“Did you have to leave people behind?”

“Yes. My family. It was difficult.”

“Friends or lovers, too?”

“What? Just friends.”

“Did you ever get the chance to be in love before you went to sleep?” he asked.

You turned your head to look directly into his glacial blue eyes. “Not once.”

“That’s okay.” He rolled over to face you with his whole body. He paused and bit his lip in thought. “It doesn’t have to be love, you know.”

“What do you mean by ‘it’?” you asked.

“Something, anything that can happen between two people.”

“What would ‘it’ be exactly?” you asked.

“Does it need a name now?” He reached around you with one arm, planting his hand on the bed, and shifted his weight until he held himself over you.

With so much uncertainty in your life right now, what was one more nameless thing? “No, it doesn’t need a name, I suppose.”

“Have you ever been with a man before?”

“Never.”

“Is that something that would interest you?” His voice was now low and gravelly.

“I want—” you began. You thought of Loki and Thor, how what they said and did didn’t seem to relate. “I want someone to be clear about what they want.”

“Well, I can say for certain that I want you,” he said, voice still very low.

“You want me now,” you said. “But will you want me tomorrow?”

“Yes. Now tell me what you want right now.”

“I want you to kiss me.” Something hot flared up from your navel.

Bucky dipped his head and grazed his lips against yours. Once to the left, once up, and once back down. Then he sank his lips fully onto yours. He nipped at your upper lip playfully. You kissed him back hard, reaching up to pull his head to yours. You let him slide his tongue in your mouth and let it probe in and out. He tasted sweet from the barley in the beer. He tasted like dusk falling all over a meadow. His hair between your fingers was clean and silky.

He took your hand and guided it between his legs and gently moved it along his hardened length, which you felt beneath his jeans. “This is how much I want you.”

You blushed, but you didn’t withdraw your hand. Instead you explored the contours of his erection with your fingers, gently stroking it with your fingertips. He closed his eyes and bit in his bottom lip.

That’s when you heard the elevator ding.

When you heard his voice, there was no doubt it was Thor. “Y/N! I’m home early! I’m sorry to have left you alone like that.” His voice was getting louder as you heard his footsteps coming down the hall.

“I promise it won’t happen again.” He was just outside the door. “I sent Bucky Barnes to give you my message.”

He appeared in the door and stopped when he you saw you two sitting next to each other on the edge of your bed. Of course, you were still in your pajama shorts from earlier. No doubt your hair was a mess. No doubt you were blushing.

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eighty-Eight: Sifting Through Sand ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So...any ideas of what you wanna do before Summer break ends?”

Lying in the shade of a tree in her backyard, Hinata stares up into the leaves. A gentle breeze sways them to and fro, speckles of sunlight filtering through and dancing over the pair of them. There’s only a handful of weeks before the Summer between high school and college is over, and they officially enter the next phase of their lives. By some grace, they’re only going to be about two hours apart. More than doable for a continued relationship, in her humble opinion.

Taking time to think over Sasuke’s question, she heaves a long, thoughtful sigh. She’s been taking this Summer slowly, doing her best to make it last. But they have a bit of time left for one last hoorah. Maybe a trip, or...a day for some event…?

“...what about you?” she asks to stall for time, earning a chuckle.

“I asked you first.”

“I’m thinking.”

A few seconds of contemplative silence pass. “...I’d like to go to the coast for a few days.”

That gets her to glance over to him, brows lifting a bit. “...oh?”

“Yeah. Just to hang out, have a change of scenery...maybe act like a tourist for a bit,” he explains, unable to help a hint of a grin. “Leave stuff here behind and sort of...recharge the batteries before we head out, huh?”

A slight weight sinks in HInata’s gut at the notion. While many of her classmates are excited for college...she’s a little scared. Striking out (mostly) on her own, in a place she doesn’t know, surrounded by thousands of strangers...her introverted nature makes the prospect seem extremely daunting. The only person also going to her school that she knows is her cousin’s girlfriend, Tenten...but she’s a year older. Ino is attending a cosmetology school in the same city, and Sakura is diving right into nursing at a school along said coast.

“...I think...that sounds like fun,” she eventually replies, nodding.

“You wanna go?”

“Mhm! Like you said, it...it would be a nice change of pace. And the weather should be nice, right?”

“I’ll have to check the weather app. When do you wanna go?”

“Um...I don’t care.” It’s not like she has any other plans, really.

“...how about Thursday? We’ll drive in, have Friday and the weekend...and come back Monday.”

“I guess I need to c-check with my dad first, but…” Well, Hiashi’s already begrudgingly accepted the fact that his daughter is dating...and she is an adult. Surely he’ll let her go...right?

“Okay, cool. I better double check, too. I’ll let you know once I’ve got an answer.”

“Yeah, me too. But for now, I’m...very comfy,” Hinata admits with a giggle.

As if to agree, Sasuke rolls over and drapes an arm over her waist, chin over her head as she laughs a bit more. “...are you comfy?”

“Mm, very.”

“...good.”

After a day of relaxing together, the pair go their separate ways. Sasuke heads home, and Hinata heads inside. Her father has yet to return from work for the day, and her sister is at a Summer camp. It’s been rather nice having the house all to herself. Or...well, more often than not, to herself and to Sasuke. Hiashi hasn’t asked, and she hasn’t told...but part of her suspects he assumes as much. Hinata’s a smart girl, though - she’s drawn her boundaries well. And Sasuke respects them.

So she hopes their good behavior thus far will work in her favor when she asks.

Putting together a dinner for the pair of them, she greets her father when he gets home around five-thirty. “How was...h-how was your day?”

“Adequate,” he sighs, dropping off his things by the door. “Seems you’ve been busy in the kitchen.”

“Mhm! When was, um...Hanabi getting home again?”

“Next Monday, I believe. I have to go pick her up.”

“I see.” Setting the table and subtly watching to gauge her father’s mood, she then lightly notes, “It’s hard to believe Summer’s almost o-over already…”

“Excited for school?”

“Um...sort of. Pretty nervous…”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. Everyone is nervous to some degree,” Hiashi offers as he takes his seat.

“I guess so…” Poking at her food a bit, there’s a pause before she offers, “I, um...I was thinking about maybe taking a quick trip to the...to the coast this weekend.”

“...oh?”

“Just, you know...one last little thing to do before school starts.”

Hiashi takes a bite of his dinner, chewing and thinking that over. “...I’m assuming you won’t be going by yourself.”

“Well...no. It was actually...Sasuke’s idea.”

...the chewing stops.

Hinata fidgets under the table.

”...I see. And how long would this trip be for?”

“He thought we could...leave Thursday to have a day to drive, and...come back Monday.”

“...four nights, then.” Hiashi leans back in his chair, sighing thoughtfully. “...and what would your hotel arrangement be?”

“W-well, we...didn’t get that far. We needed to ask, first.”

He nods slowly. “...if...you promise me you will have a two bed room, and keep your behavior appropriate...then I see no reason why you cannot go. To my knowledge, you have handled this...relationship responsibly. I trust you.”

For some reason...those three words bring a tightness to her chest. She can’t remember ever hearing him...say that before. “...thank you, Father. I...I will be on my best behavior. I promise.”

“I expect you will be. Be sure to check in every so often so I know you’re safe. And remind Sasuke it’s not just your actions I’ll be expecting to be kept in check.”

“Y...yes.”

Once dinner is over and the kitchen tidied, Hinata rushes to her room to text him the good news.

Yeah? Mine said I can go too. Guess it’s a go?

It’s a go!

Come Wednesday night, Hinata is packed, having gone through her inventory no less than three times to ensure she’s not forgetting anything. She supposes if anything is missing, she can always pick up a spare if it’s not too expensive. When morning rolls around and Sasuke swings by to pick her up, she pauses in the foyer as Hiashi calls her name.

“...do be careful, and text me when you get there.”

“I-I will. See you when we get back, Father.” She accepts a hug, finding it to be a little less...tense than usual. Waving, she then puts her bag in the back seat and hops into the front with Sasuke.

“Ready?”

“Yeah…!” A giddy excitement finds her, unable to stop a smile.

The drive takes a smidge over five hours, the pair making it to their hotel just a bit after midday. Checking in, they find their room, two beds as requested. Hinata sets her bag along the foot of one, Sasuke checking their view as she sends Hiashi an arrival text.

“Think we should head to the beach?”

“Can we eat first? I’m starving…!”

“I think there’s a place to eat along the sand - might be kinda spendy, but...we’re here to have fun, right?”

“Right!”

The cafe in question is a bit busy, but they get in after a half hour wait. The entire place is pretty much outdoor, and the floor is simply open to the sand beneath them. Sitting at a tall table atop stools, they order their food and watch the waves roll.

“I dunno about you...but I feel relaxed already,” Sasuke offers between bites.

“Yeah, me too...it’s so nice. Now I wish I’d applied for schooling over here!”

“We’ll just have to come back next Summer, or maybe over Spring break, huh?”

“Sure!”

After lunch, they walk around a few shops nearby the hotel, letting their meal settle. Hinata buys a few little trinkets, mostly souvenirs for Hanabi and her father. Sasuke indulges in one for Itachi, too. It’s then they return to their room, changing into swimsuits and heading out to the beach.

A bit self-conscious, Hinata at first stays sat on her towel, a bit huddled up. But Sasuke slowly urges her back up, the pair taking a leisurely walk along the beach.

“Hey, let’s look for some shells.”

“Think we can find some…?”

“Maybe.”

They move to a less trafficked part of the sand, sifting through it and looking for tidbits. They actually rummage up a decent sized pile, Hinata oohing at each find.

“Look at this one! It’s so tiny…”

“Y’know that a lot of sand is actually tiny little shells?”

“Really?!”

“Mhm. We’ll have to take some home…I’ve still got that little telescope. Maybe we can see some.”

As the day wanes, the pair take up their treasures and head back toward the hotel, a bit too tired to swim. Hinata sorts through the shells again, dividing them up so they can each have some to take home come Monday.

“Can I have this one?”

“You take whatever you want. I’m good with whatever.”

“...but -?”

“All I care about is having a few to remember today by. Doesn’t matter.”

Hinata goes a light shade of pink, sheepishly setting the shell on her pile.

They go to a fast food joint for dinner to save a little money, watching the sun set from their table. Then back to the hotel, lounging and browsing on their phones.

“Well...not bad for a partial day. Think we should turn in early so we can head out in the morning, get some touristing done?”

Hinata giggles. “Sure.” She slips into the bathroom to change into her pajamas: bunny-print shorts and a tank top. Sasuke dons only a pair of silky pajama pants, making her blush again.

“...you saw me shirtless earlier. And several times before now.”

“I-I know that! I just...I thought…”

Sasuke just snorts, making his way into bed. Hinata sets the alarm, and then turns out the light.

“...goodnight, Sasuke.”

“Night, Hinata.”

.oOo.

Well, this one's a random stand-alone oneshot for once, lol - just some modern fluff, really. Also I'm sorry I've been so behind as of late - life is kicking me in the pants and my mojo has been rather low. Add in some health trouble and I've just not been able to keep up ^^; Hoping I can play catch-up once October is over. We'll see. But one way or another, I WILL finish this challenge. Just...please bear with me while life is in a bit of a lurch <3 Anywho, not...too much to say otherwise? It kinda speaks for itself I guess lol - but for now III need some sleep :'D Thanks for reading~

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dramaqueeenamby · 6 years

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Family Counseling (16)

A/N: Here it is! The last one!

I’d just like to start this out by saying that this was never meant to turn into what it is now. It honestly was intended to remain in my Notes app on my Mac. I honestly wrote it as a joke, a way to derail my studying for exams because who likes to study????? And then I decided wth and people actually liked it????? It’s still crazy to me. The fact that people have developed such an affinity for this book, the love I’ve received, it’s all so humbling and I appreciate every read, like, reply, reblog. Everything.

I also wanna send a special shoutout to my chicas @onyour-right and @hutchj whose comments always had me rolling and G, who just...gets me and my loca self. You ladies are awesome sauce! (Do people even still say that anymore? Dios, I’m getting old.)

This one ends on a note that doesn’t feel like an ending because I totally expect to write a few oneshots to show where all of these lovely characters are and such.

Lastly, I decided to have a little fun by included a few GIF’s in here. However, the non-T’Challa ones are not meant to imply that’s how the characters look. As always, picture who you want! :)

Okay, I’m done. I swear. Just, thank you all again! You truly made this story!

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“Stay together, children.”

“Why are you being so docile with them?” A beat. “Stop all that fuc-“

“Erik-“ Nareema snapped her head in his direction and shook her head. “Language.”

“Have you heard some of the words that they use?” He retorted. “Since when is profanity an elective?”

She shook her head and watched as the group of students interacted with a new set of prototype gauntlets. I.e. ones with disabled beamers.

“Rearing starts at home.”

“So does discipline.”

“You would know, huh?” He smirked as he snaked a muscled arm around her waist and pulled her to his side.

“Stop it.” She struggled to hide her smile as he managed to snuggle his head into her neck, planting a kiss on her collarbone. “Professionalism, Erik.”

“Aight.” He retreated while allowing the pads of his fingers to trail alongside the small of her back. “Then that’s Mr. Stevenson to you.”

She cut her eyes at him and decided to toy with him, turning her body around and crossing her arms, purposely pushing her breast together, knowing that he could see down her shirt.

“I thought it was daddy?”

She smiled in satisfaction when his jaw clenched, the insurmountable amount of control it was suddenly taking for him to not drag her smartass into one of those classrooms and-

“Umm,” the two turned around to see the assistant to the dean of the school starting at them with apprehension. “I’m sorry to disturb you two-“

“Then don’t.” Erik huffed and looked back at Nareema who scowled in disappointment.

“What is it?” She probed with the kindness that Erik often lacked with people outside of his Microsystem.

“There is, well, I, the twins-“

At that, Erik gave the woman his immediate attention.

“Where are they?”

Nareema saw the other women gulp. “They are not in any danger. I can assure you of-“

“Well do us both a favor by assuring us where they are and answering the damn question,” Erik growled.

“Erik....”

“They are in the dean’s office-“

“And she wishes to speak with us?” Nareema finished before motioning for one of the other instructors to watch the children in their absence. “Take us to her.”

The walk to the principal's office was silent, both Erik and Nareema trying their damn hardest to control their temper.

After all, they both knew what it was about.

However, in the midst of walking, Erik stilled, causing Nareema to do the same.

She frowned and looked up at him. “What is it?”

“We’ve been down this road twice already. This the third time.” He raised his brow. “I think it’s time we let them handle it.”

Her eyes burned with hesitation. “They put us in charge of them. We can handle this.”

“But should we?” Erik challenged. “Seems like shit is only exacerbating, and I’m not gon’ lie, I’m getting fed up.”

Naremma quieted. She knew what that meant. He was ready to turn that place inside out, not that she could blame him. Even she was starting to detect a recurring theme.

“You’re right.” She relented, shoo’d away the assistant, and stared him in the eyes. “Make the call.”

+++++++++

Neither Y/N nor T’Challa knew that the other would be at the school. As far as the queen knew, he husband was away on a mission, not scheduled to return for a mother three days.

T’Challa assumed his cousin had called only him as both knew Y/N would be in the midst of a training session with older students at the mutant school. Plus, T’Challa had communicated with him that he’d be returning him earlier than expected.

After all, T’Challa could certainly handle whatever problem transpired at the central school concerning his children.

Problem….that word used in the same sentence as his heirs incensed the king, partially because his mission was successful but stressful.

All he wanted was to be reunited with his wife and kids. Instead, he’d only been home for a few hours, training with the White Wolf when Erik informed him that he needed to get to the school asap.

Consequently, he wasn’t in the best mood, showing up still in his Black Panther suit, remnants of his prior training session evident by the purple colors that represented stored kinetic energy.

Similarly, Y/N was also not in the best mood. She’d been unusually exhausted during her training with the students, almost slightly irritated and for no good reason. Her school was thriving, the attendees praising everything from the staff to the method of instruction, and was even working on a proposal for the council to propose opening up another school.

So when Erik interrupted her session to tell her that there was a problem over at the main school and her babies were involved, she was only further provoked.

She quickly handed the reigns over to her other teachers and headed straight for Central.

As Bast would have it, both the king and queen arrived at the school, both with quite the entrance.

Y/N was the first to say something, her head tilting to the side as she approached her husband. “T’Challa?” She blinked a few times to steady her powers, the lightning in the background gradually subduing. “What are you-“

She was silenced by her husband closing the distance between them, his lips claiming hers in a fierce display of hunger and possessiveness.

When he pulled away, Y/N was left partially discombobulated, her hands holding onto his arms to maintain her balance.

“Hi.” He breathed almost bashfully from his spontaneous act, not that he regretted it. He’d truly missed her and seeing her, her arrival, the power that emanated from such a tiny woman, and the enticing aura that surrounded her was practically too much.

Y/N mirrored his crooked smile. “Hello.” She brought her hands down to hold his. “I take it your mission went well?”

“It did.” He confirmed with a voice that indicated she would receive the full story later. “I assume Erik contacted you…”

Her smile dropped as she was reminded of the purpose for their being there. “He did.” He watched as her suit suddenly faded away, replaced by regal attire, the only remnants left being the silver cuffs that mimicked his Panther Habit.

Kudos to the forever brilliant Shuri.

“We should get in there.” She nodded to the entrance.

T’Challa also dismantled his suit, his ensemble just as majestic as his counterpart.

“We should.”

Together the two walked in, their heads held high, the authority that was imbued in such a pairing virtually undeniable.

T’Challa’s strength as a warrior and a king was subliminal but lucid, various displays of what he was capable of shown throughout the years either through diplomatic arrangements or combat out on the field. Wakanda and her neighbors learned that while their ruler was benevolent, he was also stringent when it came to discipline.

It’d been almost six years since King T’Challa had sentence Nakia and her father, one a longtime trusted diplomat and the other the once love of his life, to a lifelong sentence, the first of its kind in centuries.

Their treacherous acts toward the royal family and the livelihood of Wakanda herself were not to be taken lightly and T’Challa was forced to send a message to whomever else might have contemplated repeating such atrocities.

Though he held a good public facade, it was slightly difficult for him in the days following his public decree. He’d known Nakia his entire life, regarded her father as his second Baba. Her betrayal, the severity of her hate for his family, it was a hard pill to swallow.

He also struggled with the burden of being the one to end Damon’s life. Truthfully, he wanted to. He wanted to kill the man for the role he played in causing so much heartache to not only himself but those he loved. However, when he readied to deliver the fatal blow…he could not do it.

He’d made and broken so many promises, committed so many treacherous acts, held so many secrets. He could not kill the man for simply navigating through a playing field that he himself partially paved.

He knew that Y/N would want to try to work with Damon, her brother, this newfound family member that despite being hellbent on bringing nothing but pain, she wanted to help.

The similarities between the siblings and the cousins were startling and it was the profound progress she’d made with Erik conjoined with his desire to stop causing her pain that allowed him to spare Damon.

He’d offered the troubled man a second chance of redemption, family, hope.

And initially, T’Challa believed the man would accept the offer. He was pleased, but at the last minute, Damon proved that he truly was beyond the brink of return.

The twin spotted Erik carrying an unconscious Y/N to the jet and unearthed a Wakandan weapon that he must have received from Nakia and readied to aim it toward the queen.

T’Challa’s protective instincts kicked in as he quickly disarmed Damon, using the speared side of the object to impale his wife’s brother.

It was an acrid moment, one that eerily mimicked his own final battle with Erik. Except there was no happy ending. Damon died that day, too consumed by his hate to see reason.

T’Challa didn’t have to tell Y/N the outcome of his fight with her brother. She just knew. He’d felt helpless as she mourned his death, partially because he did not share the extent of her pain. He understood why she was hurting. It was in her nature to want to help people, to save them, and the fact that she could not save her own flesh and blood devastated her.

He continued to put himself in her situation, replacing Damon with Erik and how he fought hard to redeem his cousin.

On top of everything, T’Challa was on thin ice with Y/N, her trust in him all but gone. Not that he could blame her. His actions had set a chain of events that not even he could have predicted. It took time for them to work through their problems, weeks before her eyes regained that spark that he’d used to seeing whenever he was around her. Months before she was comfortable with being intimate, and almost a year for things to relatively return to normal.

However, he took it all with the ownership that it required. He knew that her lack of trust was not just because of him. No, she was also scarred by the truths concerning Hodari, his actions before her birth devastating her.

Of course, she could never find it in her to completely cut the man off. He’d committed heinous acts over the years, but he was still her father, the only blood relative she had living.

She eventually forgave him.

Granted, the relationship was not as strong as it once was. She remained cordial with him because she wanted him to be a part of the twin’s lives, but that was about it. T’Challa had a feeling the father-daughter dynamic they once had would never return, forever damaged.

However, he retained his position as one of T’Challa’s advisors with the caveat that he would have 24/7 surveillance when acting on behalf of Wakanda.

This decision was well-received by the council as Hodari was a trusted member for years. The decision that wasn’t well-received was the royal couple’s decree that the council would not only receive a new representative from the River Tribe to replace Nakia’s father, but another member to serve as a liaison for Wakanda and America.

Erik

T’Challa knew from his arrangement and partnership with his cousin that the man truly was a changed individual. He had his faults, yes, but he was calmer, less irate, no longer set on vengeance.

And both men owed it all to Y/N. She’d truly help transform a lost soul, and T’Challa was beyond sure of that when Erik attempted to return the Panther Habit to he, Y/N, and Shuri.

He was shocked when they told him that it was his to keep, to be used to help protect Wakanda when T’Challa was away.

Erik was slightly taken back by it, almost as shocked as he was when Y/N threw herself in front of him. To protect him.

When he asked her why, her answer stayed with him.

“Because you’re my family, and that’s what family does. We protect each other.”

Erik quickly earned the trust of the council, securing his position as well as continuing to fulfill his role with the mutant school.

And in the years since, there had been virtually no incidents, no major threats against any of the tribes give or take a few minor disputes.

Whatever the case, the people adored their king for his wisdom and his strength and the few who somehow thought it wise to challenge the man learned the difficult lesson that it truly was not for nothing that he held the mantle of the Black Panther.

Y/N was another interesting case. Once rejected by a many, she’d become a beloved queen, a goddess to some. The manifestation of the full extent of her powers changing her in one major way. Her afro, once a radiant black, was completely white. From the roots to the ends. Shuri had initially tried a plethora of methods to revert the color, but nothing worked.

It took Y/N a short bit to adjust, but she eventually accepted her new color and embraced it.

As she did with her powers, working with her sister-in-law to test what she could do as well as learning how to control the gifts.

She’d decided the best way, one of them, was to train with the students. As they were learning about their mutations, so was she. It created a reciprocal environment that established trust and respect.

People still wondered why T’Challa chose an “outsider” as his bride, their queen, the mother of his children. However, no one questioned her contributions to their society and the positive impact that she continued to make.

Not to mention, the power she possessed, power that she’d demonstrated on more than one occasion only to ensure the country that she truly was no threat but that she was more than capable of protecting them in the king’s absence.

Bast forbid the two teamed up, husband and wife dominating the training field whenever they decided to amuse the public by making their sessions public.

Apart, they were formidable, but together they were indomitable.

“I have a feeling this will not go well.” Y/N whispered after she and T’Challa spent a few minutes speaking with the children who came to greet the king and queen.

T’Challa glanced down at his wife. “Why is that?”

“When have you ever known Erik to contact us?”

The king was silent. “Nareema’s influence….”

“She is not a magician, my love.” Y/N retorted as she tried not to think of the worst, but she just had a nagging feeling she was about to become even more annoyed.

They walked in silence as they approached the office, where the assistant was busy working on paperwork and kept her head down as she frantically shuffled through folders.

“Take a seat, and I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

“I think you can sacrifice a moment, eh?” T’Challa teased while Y/N smiled in amusement.

The overworked woman’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “Forgive me-“ She sputtered, standing up, almost tripping over the wheels of her chair as she gave the royal couple the salute. “I did not realize-I meant no-“

“It is alright,” Y/N attempted to quell the young woman’s nerves as she dragged her eyes to the door that lead to the dean’s office. “I take it she is in there?”

“Huh? Oh, yes! Of course! You may enter, your highness.” She gulped and clasped her hands behind her back. “Both of you, of course.”

“Thank you.” T’Challa nodded as he motioned for Y/N to walk in first, chuckling when a breeze swept past them, forcing the cracked door open.

“Hello Ramla.” Y/N greeted as the woman looked up from her desk as she ripped her glasses off, visibly disturbed when she saw the king and queen standing in her office.

“Your Majesties,” she stammered and stood to her feet, bowing her head. “I…was unaware that the prince had phoned you. I apologize for the intrusion.”

“Any situation involving our children is not an intrusion,” T’Challa spoke smoothly, pulling out the chair for his wife as the two sat down.

“Of course.” Ramla’s mouth formed into a tight smile. “Well, I am sure the prince relayed to you the incident in question.”

“He just mentioned the twins were involved in some type of disagreement with four other students.”

“Disagreement is one way to put it,” Ramla commented, taking Y/N by surprise with her accusatory tone. “N’Yami electrocuted two of the students and Azari tackled the other two, your children causing minor injuries to the other students.”

Y/N and T’Challa slowly brought their eyes to look at one another.

They’d both spent the past two or so years working with the twins, trying to assist them in managing their gifts. Obviously, it was no easy task. T’Challa especially struggling at times to help his son handle his abilities as an empath, the prince often times unable to control his actions once he detected heightened emotions from those he cared about.

Azari did not have all of the abilities as his father, but he was faster, stronger, more agile than other children his age. There were instances where he would leave small dents in the wall or break a few toys (before Shuri made all of them infused with vibranium) when he was upset or he picked up on one of his family members being upset.

“A caretaker who was on the playground when it occurred stated that N’Yami attacked first-“

“She does not attack. Not intentionally.” Y/N interjected because she knew that for a fact. Her daughter was quiet, soft-spoken, fragile even. The queen also spent a lot of time helping her child control her gifts, but N’Yami was always hesitant to use them even in practice sessions with her mother.

Her greatest fear was hurting someone.

“Then how do you account for the other students’ injuries?” Ramla quipped a brow. “Your daughter was the only mutant child on the premises with weather manipulation abilities.”

“Our daughter is also a member of the royal family and you will address her as such.” T’Challa quickly corrected, no longer willing to overlook the dean’s disrespect.

“Just as you would do well to remember before whom you speak, Ramla.” Y/N challenged.

“My apologies.” Both the king and queen could see she really was not apologetic. “But surely you can see the issue. This is the third incident involving the tw-prince and princess.” Ramla quickly caught herself. “As a result, I am suggesting that they no longer participate in Exchange Program.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N questioned. The Exchange Program was an initiative that she’d started only a few months ago where a group of students from the mutant school and central school would spend the day at each other’s premises. It was developed as a means to help the children not feel so separated from each other and was going relatively well aside from the incident with the twins.

“Surely you understand my decision. I must do what is best for the safety of my students.”

T’Challa narrowed his eyes as he understood what she was implying with her ‘my’. The twins did not attend the central school so she saw no need for her to concern herself with them.

“Tell something, Ramla.” He started off. “This is the third time the twins have been involved in an altercation while on your premises, yes?”

She nodded. “That is correct.”

“And the other students…are they the same children who were named in the previous two incidents?”

Silence

“I believe your king asked you a question.” Y/N chimed.

She finally spoke. “Yes, but-“

“And the twins have had zero problems over at the Alternative School.”

“Well, of course. The students’ there are all like them.” The Dean answered in response to Y/N’s comment.

“And what? Mutant children misbehave when around non-mutant children?” Y/N said. “I think the point my husband is trying to make is perhaps our children are not problem.”

“Have you spoken to or disciplined the others?’

“Under what guise?”

“Under the guise that the twins are not responsible for all of the blame.” Y/N found herself growing irritated by the second. “We will speak to them, of course, because we do not condone them injuring other children, but make no mistake that you also have an obligation to speak to the other parties involved.”

“With all due respect-“

“That was not a suggestion, Ramla.” T’Challa informed as he stood up, extending his hand to help Y/N rise. “It is in your best wishes to further investigate these incidents.”

He and Y/N turned around to exit when the dean called out for them.

“And…if I do not?” Her voice was full of irritation rather than apprehension.

Y/N looked up at T’Challa momentarily caught off guard by the peculiar look her husband was giving her. His eyes were squinted, his head slightly tilted as he eyed her from head to toe as if he were listening to something.

Or for something.

She eventually broke from his gaze and politely responded with a -

“Then we will find someone who will.”

+++++++++

Erik and Nareema decided to take the twins away from where their parents would be, mostly because T’Challa wanted his premature return being a surprise.

They also figured it’d be a good chance for them to get their side of the story.

“So what they say to you?” Erik questioned the little princess who walked beside him in the Woods of Solitude. “And I want the truth.”

N’Yami kept her head down, her brown eyes glued to the greenery of the forest. “They said I’m not a real princess and that Baba really goes away a lot to find another little girl because….”

Erik stopped walking and got on one knee. “Because what?”

“Because I’m a freak.”

He shut his eyes and turned his head to the ground. He didn’t need to hear the rest of the story because he knew how the twins operated. Azari felt his sister’s distress and lashed out at the little bastards. From there, the stress of it all probably resulted in N’Yami accidentally unleashing her powers. “Little motherf…..they’re just stupid, alright? Don’t pay them no mind. They just said that to get you upset.”

Finally, she looked up, the spitting image of both her mother and father, her long hand tied in two braids that cascaded down her back and were connected by a large bow. “Are they gonna be okay?”

Erik chuckled. She truly was her mother’s child. Those children had picked with her, probably made her cry, and left her feeling inferior. Yet there she was wondering about their safety.

“Yeah…they’ll be fine.”

She said nothing as she moved to sit on his leg that was propped up, prompting Erik to move one hand to support her back before she scooted closer to his chest. “Uncle Erik.”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t people like us?”

The question caught him off guard just as N’Yami did.

Not even he could explain the strange but strong connection he had with the child. It was speculated by Y/N that it was due to the fact that he was the first person to hold her, the little girl gravitating to him from the moment she woke up.

She started out as a hindrance but slowly became someone who quickly developed a strong desire to protect.

“Because they don’t like themselves.” He replied quietly while rolling his shoulders. “Trust those little brats wouldn’t be messing with you and Azari if they felt good about themselves.”

“Well, why don’t they like themselves?”

“Cause they don’t have a cool Uncle Erik to tell them how awesome and special they are.” He teased by pinching his side causing her to giggle. “Hey. Don’t worry about them, you hear me? Just continue to stunt on em’.”

She frowned. “How do I do that?”

Erik smirked and lifted her off his leg, placing his hands on her shoulders to force her upright.

“Watch and learn, lil’ bit. Watch and learn.”

+++++++++

When Nareema and Erik returned to the palace with the twins in tow, the whole crew including T’Challa, Y/N, Ramonda, Shuri, and Okoye were waiting for them.

And, of course, as soon as the five-year-olds spotted their father, they were sprinting off the jet.

“Baba!”

Naturally, T’Challa temporarily forgot the day’s earlier events as he happily gathered his children in his arms.

“We missed you,” N’Yami informed as she held onto T’Challa’s neck while Azari simply remained close to his father.

“Did you now?” T’Challa teased. “Anything happen while I was gone?”

At that, N’Yami’s eyes widened as her head dropped.

“You never answered the question, Baba.” Azari smartly responded as Shuri snickered from behind.

“That’s my nephew.” She said with profound pride.

“And what of I?” Y/N faked a sad sigh. “Am I not worthy of love and affection?”

“Sorry mama,” Azari apologized bashfully as he walked over to his mother and buried himself in her chest. He then looked up and shrugged, Y/N caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. He truly was the spitting image of his father. She saw nothing of herself in him. His eyes, mouth, nose, even demeanor, they were all T’Challa. “But you are always here.”

Her mouth dropped as Nareema too giggled from her position next to Okoye.

“Would you care to share something, Nareema?”

“Me? No.” She looked to Okoye. “What about you, sister?”

“Nothing at all.” The general snickered, amusement plastered on her face as she shot her sibling a wink.

“Well, I don’t suppose either of you would like to help your dear old ugogo bake some chocolate chip cookies?” Ramonda commented casually as the sets of eyes lit up.

“Cookies?” N’Yami was the first to speak as she looked between her parents. “Oh, please, can we?”

“We promise not to eat them all,” Azari added.

“Yeah! Promise!”

“Come on, cuz. They promise.” Erik chuckled as he walked past the group to head to the palace as he had other matters to tend to. He looked over his shoulder at Nareema. “You coming?”

She rolled her eyes. “Only because you asked so nicely.” She stopped when she went to walk past T’Challa, lightly hitting him on his arm. “Lighten up, old man. Let the kids live.”

However, T’Challa said nothing, staring curiously after Nareema as she and Erik walked away.

“I suppo-“

“Yay!” The sounds of the children cheering interrupted Y/N. “But we will be discussing what happened at the Central school before the end of the night, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The said in unison before running over to their grandmother.

“Come, little ones.” She took them by the hands and started to head toward the palace with Okoye and a few other Doras close behind.

“Well, I have a certain boyfriend to argue with.”

“What did he do?” T’Challa immediately went into defensive mode. He might have approved of his sister’s relationship with M’Baku’s brother, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Nothing.” She smiled wickedly. “See you at dinner.”

Y/N shook her head as she approached her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Our family is…interesting, to say the least.” She chuckled and looked up to see him staring down at her. “What is it?”

“You are correct, sthandwa sam. It is interesting.” A beat. “And it is also expanding.”

She frowned. “What do you…” T’Challa casually brought his hand to her stomach and lightly ran his fingers over the flat portion of her body. She snapped her head to look back and forth between his hand and his face. “Are you…how do you….are you sure?”

He nodded slowly. “I thought I heard it earlier, but I was unsure.” Her mouth fell into a smile as her eyes watered. “But it is unmistakable now. His or her heartbeat is just as strong and lucid.”

Y/N released a happy and emotion-filled breath as she realized why she’d been in such a foul mood, so exhausted, her clothes fitting tighter than normal. She and T’Challa hadn’t been trying for a child (not intentionally, at least), but she was thankful to Bast that she’d blessed them with another one.

She knew T’Challa wanted one.

“Come.” She said after planting a kiss on his lips. “I wish to tell the family.” T’Challa planted his feet as she went to pull him which prompted her to eye him with confusion. “What is wrong, love?”

“You are not the only one expecting, my queen.” He chuckled while placing his strong arms around her.

“What?” Her eyes widened. “Who?”

He said nothing and only dragged his eyes in the direction that Erik and Nareema went.

Her mouth dropped. “No!”

“I heard two sets of heartbeats, the second one only coming into range once she arrived, and it was especially loud when she touched me. I would not be surprised if she is farther along than you.”

“She can’t be. Surely, she would have told me.” Y/N whispered as she tried to process what her husband was trying to tell her. “Right?”

“You are assuming that she knows.” T’Challa chimed. “Erik and Nareema….as parents…that will be another interesting situation to watch unfold.”

“Well….they are good with the twins.”

“Yes, but the twins are not their children.”

“True.” Y/N concurred. “Regardless, we must support them. Offer as much of our advice and assistance possible.”

“I agree,” T’Challa confirmed before pulling Y/N into him. “But first, we celebrate.”

She chewed on her bottom lip as his fingers danced alongside her hips through the fabrics of her gown. “And how do you propose we do that?”

He pretended to look off and contemplate her question before lowering his head to capture her lips. “I have a few suggestions….”

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