#pushing this out before bed so pardon the typos

[laniusbignaturals]

re: Honest Hearts, its especially bad when you consider the truly disgusting history of mormons slaughtering indigenous people. on playing it, i, as a native person, felt MASSIVELY weird about a mormon inserting himself into indigenous people’s cultures, the caricatures of native people lauding him as their great white savior one of their own, him being “their only hope” of survival—and honestly a lot of that paternalism that pervades much of the legion’s narrative (like ugh. uuughhh how visceral it is that the revived roman empire is swallowing up indigenous cultures again. ouch. but it feels like a bit of a hamfisted metaphor, and also why do all our stories in media have to center genocide all the time, it is so exhausting!)

it was really visceral, too, after having heard a professor/menotr of mine recounting his great-grandmother’s experience at the bear creek massacre. like this is real and tangible and painful. it made me feel so weird. mormons in general also have exquisitely bizarre beliefs about native folks.

honestly the whole dlc makes me have such conflicting feelings. on one hand, the region is beautiful, and seeing indigenous people reclaim a national park as their land is kind of nice? on the other— the white saviorism, the choice of making joshua & daniel not only white saviors but MORMONS, the accents, the paternalism that leeches into every part of the narrative. the vibes of the dlc are interesting and appealing to me. the portrayal makes me feel sick.

anyways sorry to rant in ur inbox i love ur blog 💖

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, we’re telling “adverse psychological responses to being surrounded by dehumanizing narratives” stories now? I found out my family had a cross burned on their lawn in the 80s around the same time Outlast revealed its new villain was a member of the KKK. The fact itself wasn’t quite as upsetting as the subsequent shift in the community, wherein a bunch of young white people loudly bickered over whether or not it was okay for them to publicly thirst over the Klan member, brazenly prioritizing their own self perception as a group instead of paying any heed to the experiences & opinions of players of color, even though. Y’know. That was the group of people whose brutalization the story was commenting on in the first place. Putting up with this shit is genuinely taxing, and that’s why so many POC leave fandom entirely, which creates a feedback loop - white sensibilities are given precedent, people of color decide to stay away, so fandom remains predominantly white, so white sensibilities are given precedent. This is a tale as old as time.

The trouble with Honest Hearts the story is that it, like most anti-indigenous media, callously lifts existing cultures and warps them into whatever shape is necessary to make then effective narrative tools for the white protagonist, or perhaps more accurately the predominantly white audience consuming them. I play this game on a $50 PlayStation Three that’s old enough to vote, so I’ve yet to get the chance to play Honest Hearts, though I’ve watched it. And while I’m grateful to have never had to wade through the discomfort of actively participate in that narrative, the fact that the most well-known of FNV’s dlcs is densely populated with anti-indigenous caricatures has repercussions on the game’s broader community. It’s for that reason that simply eating around media racism is more difficult in practice than in theory.

[hongmingoo]

Breaking Down

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Synopsis: Wonwoo didn’t hear the last part for your dying breath to him, only hearing up to “I’m sorry, Wonwoo” and began to swirl into the depths of self-loathing. The story of the people you left behind. 

Spin-off of Untitled,

Inspired by: Breaking Down by Ailee | Doom at Your Service | Hi Bye, Mama!

Word count: 3.4+k

Warnings: MINORS DNI | Major character death, critical ilness, heavy angst, very slight mention of suicide, mental illness, self loathe, hurt, grieving, depression, ghost!reader. Let me know if i miss anything.

a/n: I just wrote this story in one go, a product of my overwhelmed feelings poured into writing. It might not be as good and there might be grammatical errors and typos too but please pardon me anyways. Please enjoy, and do reblog and like this story to support me 🙂<3

You gasped, at the sight before you. 

Wonwoo was breaking down, crumbling into himself. He was tearing himself apart, shredding every last bit hope that held his person together with his own bare hands. He wouldn’t listen to anything anyone says, wouldn’t let anyone come near him. He shut himself from the world, diving head first into deepest pit of misery known to man. And it was because of you. 

“I love you, Wonwoo. My love…” you breathed but he didn’t hear you. Tears are blurring your vision as you watched the scene unfolding before you– Wonwoo clutching your lifeless body tightly in his arms as he sobbed his heart out on your chest, desperately trying to find your heartbeat.  Your brother burst through the door, with a bunch of nurses and doctors in tow. 

“AED. Intubation.” he called out to one of the residents. A nurse pushed through with a cart equipped with the machine, charging it as she placed all the pads needed onto your body. She held out the paddles for Joshua to take but he gulped. He looked over to his wife, who finished intubating you, and nodded. Joshua stepped back, letting his wife take over the process as his hands trembled in fear. He collected Wonwoo in his arms, rubbing circles on his back as he watched the painful process of reviving you. 

“Come on, Y/n. Come back to us” Iris croaked as she pumped at your chest while the machine are being charged and placing paddle for shock. 

It has been 30 solid minutes, the resident at head of the bed was getting tired of pumping oxygen into your airways with no response. His posture began to falter that the airbag slipped from his grip.

“Pull yourself together!” Iris barked, hands still pumping at your chest. 

“Enough” Joshua called out, the residents and nurses stopped immediately at their Head of Department’s order but Iris does not relent.

“What are you doing? Move your hands!” she argued, voice breaking. 

“Iris. Enough. You’re hurting my sister” Joshua warned, his voice firm and demanding. Iris turned to argue her points but the words died on her tongue immediately. His eyes are hard but filled with pain. Clear droplets are lining his waterlines glazing his dark brown orbs. Wonwoo broke free from his grasp, tugging at his collar roughly. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!! REVIVE HER!! ARE YOU GIVING UP ON HER?? SHE’S YOUR SISTER!! MY WIFE!!” he screamed, shaking the older man, desperation clear in his voice. 

“I’m never giving up on her. But i won’t hurt my baby sister anymore, Wonwoo. She doesn’t deserve to be in pain anymore” Joshua replied, his voice surprisingly calm. Wonwoo opened and his closes his mouth, unable to utter any words out. He knew his brother was right, you have been in pain for so long. You doesn’t deserve to suffer anymore but he can’t just let you go. Not when he made you cry until the end of your breath, not when you apologized to him for something that wasn’t your fault. Not when he’s sure you hated him. 

“No… No… Y/n… She apologized to me. Her last words were ‘I’m sorry, Wonwoo’. She cried and apologized to me, when she did nothing wrong. How am I supposed to live with that?! How can I apologize to her if she leave me like this?” he rambled, looking back and forth between your body and Joshua. Silently praying that he’ll agree to save you again, to bring you back so that he won’t wallow in regret. 

“Patient name, Hong Y/n. Age 36. Time of death, 0415am, December 30th 20xx” Joshua announced, staring at his wrist watch to avoid the gaze lingering upon him. Wonwoo fell down to his knees, before he began yelling and screaming from the news. The doctors tried their hardest to hold him back, but he was tall and big, the tallest among them. It took 5 of them to hold him as he fought back, trying to reach for you. 

“Give him the sedative” he heard in the back of his mind, eyes never leaving you even as his vision blurry from his own tears. 

“Wonwoo-hyung” he heard this time, saw a vision of Mingyu rushing to him as his vision fades and he blacked out. 

You stood there, invisible to everyone’s eyes as the chaos ensues in the midst of the cold and quiet atmosphere of the hospital. You watched Wonwoo broke down, Iris trying her hardest to hold back her tears as she worked on you. And you watched Joshua swallow his tears and pain– trying to be the mature adult here, acting as the responsible guardian that he is.

But you could see it in his eyes, the pain, disappointment, loneliness and most importantly, sadness. It was his 43th birthday today, you promised to give him a scarf that you’ve trying your hardest to knit, celebrate his birthday together with a cup of warm latte and croffle on the rooftop of the hospital today, while you guys plan what to do for your birthday on the 7th of January. It has been your sibling tradition for years since your mom passed away. You both always made time for each other despite your busy schedules to spend these two days with just each other.

“You broke your promise. You’d have to stand on your hands for 1 minute straight now” he mumbled under his breath, as if he knew you’re there, right next to him all the time. 

“You can all go. I’ll finish up here. Mingyu, please bring Wonwoo to the next room so that Iris can check on him. The rest are dismissed. Thank you for your hard work” Joshua said, as he bowed deeply to his staffs. They all stepped out of the room, leaving him behind the closed door reluctantly. Iris and Mingyu lingered in front of the front door, hesitant to take the next step. But they knew Joshua needed the time alone. It wasn’t until they heard Joshua’s painful wail that they bawled their eyes too. The man was still bowing towards the door, as he let out the sobs that he held back an hour ago into the empty space of the cold ward room. He then walked to the bed and took a seat at the edge, caressing your pale face with his knuckles gently. 

“You’re still warm. My baby…” he sobbed, choking on his own tears.

“Shua…” you cried, sitting behind him, resting your head on his back, arms wrapping around his torso. 

“Why did you take her away too early, mom? I wasn’t ready to let go of her yet. I feel like I haven't taken care of her enough. I wasn’t a good brother to her. I haven’t done enough for her” he paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself. 

“But I'm sure you want to spend time with her more now, since you too didn’t get to spend enough time with her before. I hope that you’ll be happy together. I’ll send Y/n off properly, so please take care of her again, omma. I love you both so much” he exhaled his shaky breath, trying to manage a proper smile, but he wasn’t able to hide the pain he’s feeling right at the moment. So, joshua allowed himself to breakdown, bawling his eyes out, as hugged his sister’s lifeless body tight. 

“You’re the best brother I could ever ask for, Shua. I love you so much and I’m sorry for leaving you behind”

Wonwoo woke up two days later, for the funeral. To be honest, he didn’t have the slightest energy to carry himself around, let alone arrange the  funeral and visitation. He let Mingyu dragged him to the bathroom to wash him and dress him, tidying his hair, applying chapstick to his cracked lips. He let the younger fed him water, any sort of food he can bring himself to chew, only to vomit them all out mere minutes later. He let himself be walked to the funeral hall, where he saw the portrait of you smiling so brightly, sitting at the center of the of the parlor surrounded by white chrysanthemums. The younger gently sat him down on the cushions to the side so he could lean on the wall. 

Joshua came, wrapping the same band that he’s wearing for chief mourners around his right arm. 

“Just stay here, with her. I’ll handle everything, okay?” he asked, staring into Wonwoo’s lifeless orbs who stared back at him blankly. He squeezed the younger’s shoulders for encouragement before moving away to greet guests and handled everything that needs to be done. He doesn’t care. He can’t. How could he?   

He lost you. He lost the light that shines his being, his meaningless life. And losing you meant losing his life too. He felt like it was his fault, that you suffered, till the end of your breath, that you cried for him and you apologized to him instead of saying you love him. 

Why did you apologize? You didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t your fault that you got sick. You didn’t ask to fall ill. You never did. Even in the worst moment, you were still smiling at him. You still hug him, assured him, that everything will be okay eventually. But because he cried, he begged you not to leave him. He begged, pleaded and asked for mercy that you’d stay with him just a day longer, an hour, a minute, a second longer as your life wilted away.

He had wept in your arms when you were in absolute pain, that you apologized to him for leaving him behind as your last breath. He kind of thought that he deserves this. This is his punishment for being so selfish, for forcing to to go through all all those painful therapies that worn out your fragile body day by day. He doesn’t deserve you.

 He let everyone stares at him as he cried yet again, staring into the walls of the hall with empty eyes. He let those who mocked him be for being so irresponsible on his own wife’s funeral. He let those judgemental stares pierced through his soul, because there’s nothing he could think of other than you’re not being with him anymore. He let those nasty whispers ran through his mind when people scoffed at him for being pathetic. He let his mom hug him and cried for him when he didn’t respond to her calls. He let Iris took away your son to comfort him when the three year old boy cried for his dad. 

But you were there, right in front of him, as he stared up at your portrait when everyone already left. You have been there from the very beginning, watching him, staying with him. He just couldn’t hear or see you. It breaks your heart to see him like this. He gave up on his life. Your Wonwoo, who was the optimistic being, the thoughtful and caring Wonwoo, let himself be eaten alive by guilt. 

“Baby, please don’t cry… please stop blaming yourself…” you plead, only for it to fall on deaf ears. 

You didn’t leave him after that too, continued to stay by him even after he went home. Wonwoo locked himself in your bedroom as soon as he reached home, reaching for the last hoodie you wore and hug it close to his chest as he tried to fall asleep. He let his parents take your son back to Changwon, didn’t promise them he’d come visit, won’t say he’ll be okay by himself. Just let them leave, without a word. 

Wonwoo didn’t eat, for like 2 months, only surviving with water. He didn’t touch the food Mingyu cooked for him even after the guy practically moved in with him uninvited to care for him. Joshua came by too, every two days two check in on him, buying groceries for him every weekend and even went to Changwon to visit his nephew. But Wonwoo still didn’t budge from his bed. He didn’t wash nor clean himself. Didn’t go to work either, luckily Seungcheol understood and let him on unpaid leave for a year. But he silently paid for his commitments and gave money for his son’s needs to his parents in Changwon. They silently agreed among their group of friends to support Wonwoo with everything he would need until he can stand on his feet again, no matter how long it would take. 

Your husband let himself suffer, torturing himself by not taking the nutrients his body needs. But he didn’t try to inflict injury upon himself either, only letting life fades away just like that. It wasn’t a good thing, but you’re glad that he didn’t try to take away his life drastically. 

In the third month, Soonyoung forces a piece of kimbap into his mouth, begging him to eat, pleading and crying on his knees because he could’t bare to see his best friend like a zombie anymore. 

“Wonjunnie misses his appa, Wonwoo-yah. Please come back” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around his friend’s thin shoulders. Wonwoo let his tears fall yet again, but he’s too tired to say anything. He couldn’t bring himself to. 

It wasn’t until a year, that he’s able to walk out of the house again. But not without help, of course. Mingyu would help him walk, while Soonyoung drives him around. He visited your resting place for the first time, sitting next to your mom’s. It was filled with photos of you, during youth, wedding photo, pregnancy photo and everything memorial about you. He choked up again, telling you how he misses you so much. 

Soonyoung then drove them back to his parents home, to reconnect with his son. It brought tears to his eyes yet again, to be reminded of how much the boy resembles his mother. His eyes, nose and cheeks. The way he talks, his way of expressing himself, all of it reminds Wonwoo of you.

“I’m sorry, my Wonjun. I don’t have any strength to take care of you right now. I can’t be a good father for you in my state right now. I don’t want to hurt you. I promise I'll come for you as soon as I’m ready. Please know that I love you very very very much, my son. I’m so sorry, my Wonjun” he sobbed, hugging his son’s tiny body in his weak arms. The boy pulled away to stare into his eyes, his tiny hand reaching up to wipe the tears away from his father’s eyes. 

“I’ll pray that mama will take away all of your pain, papa. Please don’t cry” he pouted, eyes beginning to water too. Wonwoo pulled his son into his embrace again, tighter this time, crying his heart out. The boy doesn’t have to know that his mother had cried in her last moments. He also doesn’t have to know that his mother might have hated his father. 

“Your time is almost up, Y/n. You have to leave” a voice called out. You turned around from staring at Wonwoo to lock eyes with the person behind you. Rather than a person, he’s a deity. 

“How can I leave when he’s still like that?”

“Your five years are almost up. You have to go”

“Tell me how to reach him first. I can’t leave him like this. He’s blaming himself. He thought that I hated him!” you argued. 

“There’s nothing I can do. He won’t let anyone help him. He has no hope anymore in him”

“Then give him hope, Jeonghan! You’re a deity! For fucks sake!” you screamed, irritated at the long haired man. You were more desperate than irritated actually. You have been trying to connect with Wonwoo, get into his subconsciousness for almost five years to free him of his guilt. But he won’t let you in. he had lost all hope in him. Wonwoo is broken.

And your time is running out. If you don’t leave until your five years are up, you’ll be mindless evil spirit. Bounded to this world forever, and harming people. You might even harm your beloved ones. You'd hate that.

“What hope should I give? You knew nothing worked for him” Jeonghan sighed.

“Anything! A new woman? So that he forgets me” you gritted, frustrated at yourself. Jeonghan eyed you.

“Would you actually want that?”

“I’d do anything to save him” you exhaled. You knew it wouldn’t work. Jeonghan tried it before. Introducing someone new to Wonwoo but it only ended up offending him and Joshua. They thought he was inconsiderate of them and didn’t respect the bond they have with you. But you can’t hover around Wonjun either because he’s a child and still so vulnerable to attacks. You need someone to coax Wonwoo to open up his heart, which he locked away for the longest time, so you could slip inside and let him know how you actually feel.

To your relief, that person was Joshua, your brother, your ever saviour. He had cried after a long time, begging your husband to talk to him, to them, because they can’t see him like that anymore.

Maybe it was Jeonghan who told him about the dire situation you are in now, or maybe it was his instinct because Joshua has always been observant of you. You have been hovering over him long enough for him to catch up on supernatural feels. He wasn’t the one to believe that sorts of things, but if it was a chance to save his brother, to pull Wonwoo back to himself, he was willing to do everything that it takes. 

Finally, after years of trying, you slipped into Wonwoo’s subconsciousness. You saw him sitting in the dark corner alone, and lonely. 

“Wonwoo, baby?” you called out. His head whipped to your direction immediately upon hearin the voice he missed the most. 

“Y/n” he broke down, running into your arms and you gladly receives him, kissing his face that you missed dearly. You kissed him on his hair as he cried his heart out, telling you how much he misses you. That he wished he'd died with you too. You let him weep for who knows how long, until he can breathe properly again.

“I love you so, so, so much Wonwoo my love. There isn’t a moment of time that I didn’t. Please don’t be in pain anymore. Please live happily with our Wonjunnie. And please keep me in your memory always. I’ll always be here for you. I love you. I love you so much, my love” you say, staring into his glassy eyes.

You knew you can’t stay there for long, you’re not a deity. Wonwoo is bound to wake up again. And you wouldn’t want anything more than that. You’ve said what you needed to. You saw that the frowns on his brows has faded a bit from your assurance. The dark, and gloomy place has begin to fill with colours. The chains of his heart has been broken and the guilt he felt is slowly vanishing. Your job is done and you need to go. With a deep breath, you let Wonwoo go, staring at his handsome face as you backed away– towards Jeonghan who was waiting for you. 

“I love you, Jeon Wonwoo” you say one last time before vanishing. 

Wonwoo’s eyes shot open, seeing he's passed out at Joshua's couch as usual. The windows are open a bit to let the cool air in. And for the first time in a while, he can breathe properly. The heavy feelings confining his chest have dissipated and he believed that it's your doing. 

"I love you, Y/n. Thank you for staying with me"

And that night, Wonwoo realized that you might not be there with him physically, but you'll always be there in his heart and mind. 

-Fin-

[pocarinapyon]

Nuisance of Being a Woman

For the past few weeks, you and your boyfriend had been preoccupied with work and it was ages since you two spent some quality time together. Thus, you agreed to set everything aside on Valentines Day for each other.

The special day came. You were supposed to go on a long-awaited date with your boyfriend but your body (cough - period cramps - cough) had other plans.

Starring : Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe (Separate)

Extras / Mentions : Klee, Sucrose, Kaveh

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️ [Mild Chili] Some suggestive themes (Alhaitham, Childe); Albedo being the only sane guy among the three (loljk what I meant was sweet Bedo); Petnames, if it bothers you; Stray cuss words; Mentions of blood (because periods!); Feeling insecure because of stains; Self-indulgent because stupid cramps and period got me absent yesterday, and nearly today 🥺 Oh what a way to start the week!

Pls. Lmk if there are typos or grammatical errors or whatever.

Future Plan : N/A... Maybe to go see a doctor IRL? LOL! 😅🤣😭

Target is female reader.

To whoever is reading please enjoy.

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Albedo

"Big brother, let's go! You've been fixing your hair for the past ten minutes!" Klee exclaimed as he watched her brother who painstakingly styled his already majestic fluffy hair.

Albedo chuckled at the girl munching on sweets.

"Of course. I want everything to be perfect. Today is a special day, after all," he explained, patting Klee's head lovingly. "Now then, I think it's time we head out."

"Hehe~! Okay!"

Albedo and Klee strolled outside and was greeted with various romantic decorations. Restaurants served special menus and discounts for couples. Shops sold merchandises that were meant to express love. Bards sang ballads of romance. Truly, love was in the air and its effects were contagious.

"You behave yourself now, okay? We'll pick you up at eight," Albedo knelt on the ground and reminded the energetic lass as he patted her head.

"Okay! I promise I will behave," Klee repeated solemnly. "Hehe~! Bye! Enjoy your date with [your name]!"

Albedo hummed with a nod. The girl gave him a tight hug of goodbye - to which the Chief Alchemist reciprocated with a gentler one - before running off to play with her friends. He watched his sister flee then made his way to your meeting spot. Usually, the three of you would spend the day together looking like a family. But today, Albedo deemed it had to be just the two of you.

The Favonius Captain of Investigation Team, for once, felt anxious. It was now an hour past the agreed time and there were still no signs of you. Perhaps he had not realized he made you mad at him for spending less time with you? Or perhaps he had done or said something wrong during the brief moments you spent with each other? But whatever it was, his brain cannot seem to remember anything that warrants your absence on a special day.

"Mister Albedo, good morning," Sucrose greeted, effectively distracting the young man in his deep thoughts.

"Mmh. Good morning," he replied. "Have you, by any chance, seen [your name]?"

"Today? No, I'm sorry."

So it was possible you haven't been out of your house. He thanked his subordinate and decided to investigate. Striding away from your agreed place, he went to visit your home.

Albedo stood in front of your door. He observed you truly were at home as you left your outdoor lights on. Did this mean you overslept? Three knocks and a call of your name. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer.

"Pardon my intrusion, my love, but I am going in," he warned, bringing up his spare key to the doorknob.

He pushed the door open and was greeted by the silent corridors of your humble home. Your footwear remained in the doorway, further proving you have not left.

"Bedo...," your weak voice called, suggesting you were in pain.

"My love," he responded immediately.

Your lover rushed to the source of your voice - your room - and found you curled like a ball on your bed, grimacing in pain somewhere located in your lower abdomen. Your lower garments were stained red, inking your sheets with the same colour.

Ah, period cramps. A severe one.

"Nnh... Bedo, I - I'm sorry you had see me like this," you winced, feeling the stinging pain brought by your period.

"There is no need for you to apologize, my love," Albedo cooed. "How are you feeling?"

You felt the side of your bed dripped as Albedo sat on it. He gently rubbed your back.

"I - I feel so messy. This is embarrassing...!" you whined.

The thought of your perfect lover witnessing you in a horrible state brought tears to your eyes. What if he didn't want to see you again? What if he realized he was out of your league? What if he left you for someone better? Terrible ideas invaded your brain as your hormones told you how Albedo was not meant for you.

"Hush, my love," Albedo, sensing your distress, gently said as he planted a kiss on your cheeks. "Please do not fret. Allow me to prepare you a soothing lavander mix and a warm bath to get you cleaned up. Also, is there anything you're craving?"

"N - no...," you protested. "Bedo, we were supposed to have a picnic on Starsnatch Cliff. And I was supposed to prepare our food. And I was supposed to be on our meeting place at what? An hour ago? Archons, I'm sorry I ruined our plans," you cried, sniffing your snot so as to not destroy your already unsightly image.

"My love...," Albedo uttered as his heart broke watching you fret over something that didn't matter to him. "A ruined date is nothing compared to your health. You. Your well-being is what's important to me. Rest assured my love for you will never fade and will only continue to grow."

Slowly facing your lover, you blinked your tears away. Albedo, your prince, looked perfect - was, is, and will always be perfect. While you, you looked like shit right now. And you both missed your date because of you. You-

"I love you," Albedo declared, kissing your tears away.

You nodded. The horrible thoughts terrorizing you were banished by your prince as he caressed your face and gingerly drew circles with his thumb, effectively melting you into his loving touch. A victorious smile painted Albedo's face as he was relieved he was able to calm you down.

"My love, I understand the pain makes it difficult but please try to relax. You don't have to worry about a thing. Please, as your lover, let me take care of you."

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Alhaitham

"Alhaitham," Kaveh called, popping in front of the muscular man out of nowhere. The blonde then sniffed his roommate causing Alhaitham to retract. "Is that actually perfume on you?? Wait! Of course! It's Valentines Day! Ugh! Don't tell me you're planning to have sex here tonight? Frankly, I don't want to hear you guys shagging."

Alhaitham rolled his eyes at his guest's peculiar actions. Obviously he wanted to score. The last time you and Alhaitham did the deed was a month ago - and that was a quickie because you had fieldwork to do. After that, he couldn't help but crave for more. Today was, after all those excruciating lonely nights, finally the day he would indulge himself in your warmth after your modest lunch.

"What of it if I bring [your name] home?"

"Ugh! I know what will happen when you bring her home. You're going to take her directly into your room, banging and fucking her until all Teyvat knows your name."

"Hmph. That's a perverted imagination you have right there. I'd advise you to stop thinking about my girlfriend like that. Also. If you think it is awkward, why don't you leave my house instead?"

"Woooow! Are you actually kicking me out?? You are so petty!"

After the battle of wits against his roommate - and effortlessly winning - Alhaitham rushed to your house. As agreed upon, he was to pick you for lunch and he was a buzzer beater. So there he stood in your doorway, shuffling his gift from his hands - an assorted liqueur-filled dark chocolate from Fontaine - before knocking at your wooden door.

Odd. Usually, you would have already answered his call by now. After a few minutes of waiting, Alhaitham deemed it would be wise to knock once again. But before his knuckle could meet the thick wood, you slowly creaked the door open to reveal yourself.

Odd. Usually, you would have already been dressed by now - complete with your cute outfit, fashion accessories, and make-up. However, it seems you had just taken a bath as your hair was wet and a towel draped on your shoulders. Another thing the scribe did not fail to recognize was the sweat drops littering your forehead. Calculating all the possibilities, to his dismay, the most probable reason for this was-

"Darling," you greeted in a forced energetic voice. Stepping aside to welcome your lover, you beckoned, "Come in."

Your lover let himself in your home, his turquoise eyes meticulously observing your sluggish movements. Also, you were hunched a little, indicating you were in pain.

"Sorry if I'm still in my house clothes. I'll...get dressed real quick."

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"Are you on your period?" Alhaitham inquired, aiming straight to the heart of the problem.

"Ah -!" you uttered, momentarily freezing at his accurate calculation. "Y - yes...," you yielded, sighing as you could sense the disappointment in Alhaitham's tone of voice even if he did not admit it. You did not dare look into your lover's eyes as you knew his dismay would be evident there. Instead, you walked towards your living room and beckoned him to follow while providing a simple explanation, "My cramps are acting up again."

"Ah. Cramps. Of course," your lover repeated, his tone now laced with mischief.

From behind, Alhaitham snaked his arms around your waist, one hand still held his gift while the other soothed your lower abdomen with a massage. He pressed onto your flesh and rubbed lower as to help flush out the pesky blood. In this distance, you could smell the intoxicating perfume he had on and you simply melted in his muscular arms, moaning softly as he continued his ministrations. Meanwhile, Alhaitham could also whiff the scent of your shampoo, effectively luring him deeper into depravity.

"Darling, I've learned sex can help ease menstrual cramps," he whispered on the shell of your ear, fanning his hot breath to stimulate you. It was all he needed to say.

"Haitham..." You didn't intend to moan his name but you did - and you knew he was, in a way, manipulating you to get what he wanted. So you reasoned, "You know period sex is messy, right?"

"It's nothing shower sex can't fix. Besides," Alhaitham spoke as he began to kiss your neck hungrily. "It's effective in relieving your pain and it aids in flushing out your uterine lining. It's highly beneficial for you, don't you think?"

"Oh, darling. You're so needy," you teased as you allowed Alhaitham to touch your body. He was right though: you were starting to forget the pain you were feeling earlier.

"I am," he admitted, his hands now free and undressing you. "I've missed you so much."

You rested your head on Alhaitham's broad shoulders and let him rouse your already burning body, whimpering and moaning at his devouring passion.

"Feels good already, doesn't it? Heh. I told you it relieves cramps. Wait 'til I massage your walls with my fat cock."

-----

Childe

Childe, in a relationship, had always been clingy with his beloved. He loved sweet embraces, cuddles, kisses, and any other form of skinship, grounding him that he was still a human who longed for affection.

Unfortunately, in the recent weeks, he was deprived of your loving touch. The distance tore him apart as he was sent back to Snezhnaya while you traveled to Sumeru. Your love letters were the only things he used to get by, but even it was not enough.

No, it was never enough.

On your letter, you agreed to meet with Childe in Sumeru and spend the Valentines in the nation of Dendro. This greatly excited the ginger as the giddy thought sent him to euphoria.

Luck didn't seem to be on his side as he was requested to extend his stay in his mother nation. No worries. He calculated if he boarded the earliest ship, he would disembark on exactly Valentines Day. At least he could still spend the day of love with you. In short, his romantic plans for the two of you were not entirely spoiled.

Yet.

The fourteenth of February. Finally, the naval ship he was in had reached Port Ormos. Almost jumping from the ship, he quickly disembarked and rushed to the room you mentioned you were occupying.

"[Your name], babe, your husband is here!" he called after knocking on your rented room's door. "My love! My darling! My baby!"

He couldn't help his excitement. It had been so long since he last saw you. So when you opened the door, he immediately pounced at you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

"Baby girl, I missed you so much!"

"Childe."

Unacceptable! Did you just call him Childe instead of baby boy? Or hubby? Or my darling snowflake of Snezhnaya? Seriously, he would be rather called anything other than Childe, or Tartaglia.

And you weren't reciprocating his embrace! Did his long absence make you mad at him? Or maybe it was because he had not given you his souvenir from back home yet?

Did you wince??

"Hey, baby girl, what's wrong?"

"Ugh... Period. And cramps. And pain everywhere," you explained.

Yikes!

"Aw... My baby is hurting. Have you been drinking a lot of water? Or do you want to try turmeric or ginger?"

"Heh... Ginger. But, you're a ginger, right?" you retorted jokingly before whimpering at the sudden sting on your lower abdomen.

"That's not what I meant, wifey," Childe chuckled and shook his head. "Let me help."

Childe then, with his strong hands, gave you a back massage as he knew you don't bruise easily during your time of the month. He started on your shoulders and worked downwards, pressing and kneading on your muscles in hopes of easing your pain.

"Mmh... Baby, you're so good," you moaned, melting at the pleasure of your lover's soothing touch.

"Haha! Are you actually horny right now?" Childe asked, still working his thumbs on your muscles.

"A bit... I've missed you, you know," you admitted, closing your eyes at the heavenly sensation of Childe's strong hands. You leaned yourself on the wall so your boyfriend could apply more pressure.

"Aw, baby! I've missed you too! Want to have sex?"

"Pfft. No. Not now, baby. You know I'm on my period."

"Babe," Childe whined without interrupting your massage. "C'mon. Just today. Please? I'll help you clean up, I promise," he negotiated. No, he begged.

"I'd love to, babe, but-"

"No buts, babe," Childe immediately replied.

He then shifted his hands on your hips while still kneading his thumbs on your body. Trapping you between the wall and himself, Childe inched closer to you so you could feel the bulge poking you from behind.

"Just today, babe," he whispered in an erotic tone.

The thought of your pussy staining his cock red caused blood to rush down his manhood. He could take you here and now but he had to be careful not to cause you any more pain.

You clicked your tongue in response.

"Fine. But I expect to be pampered later. I want a nice warm bath and another massage. There has to be scented candles and flower petals on the thub and the bed. Plus-" you then continued on with your demands.

Childe didn't mind. He'd be willing to go the extra mile just to make you happy. But right now, the only thing on his mind was to fuck the blood out of your pussy.

He would make you feel good, he promised.

Hello, headache! Hello, abnormal bleeding! Hello, cramps! We've said our greetings, now can we say our goodbyes??

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some take-aways. 🥡🥡

[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- somnophilia⛓

—my wicked tongue, where will it be?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Venom x woc!reader

Summary: He just wants a taste, no need to wake you up for that.

Word Count: 777

Warnings: general language warning, somnophilia, cunnilingus, venom shows what that mouf do, tongue fucking, restraints (by venom's tentacles??? tendrils??? what do we call it??), petnames (morsel), mentions of eddie

A/N:  DAY NINE OF KINKTOBER, and its monsterfucker hours bitches! Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You’re in bed when the hulking mass of symbiote creeps into the bedroom window, it’s clear that you tried to wait up for him and his host. Tiredness obviously won out, and you’re sleeping peacefully on top of the covers. Venom hums the sound deep and low and you shudder in your deep slumber and roll over so that your body is facing him. Even in your sleep you seek him out, and it has both him and Eddie preening at how lucky they are that you accept them and want them both.

“Look at her Eddie, so soft. A delicate little morsel.”

“Let her sleep, Ven…” Eddie tries to reason, but even he can’t deny how good you look in his bed wearing nothing but one of his favorite tee shirts. It’s why he doesn’t stop the symbiote from creeping into the bed and letting the inky black tendrils of his form creep up your bare thighs to spread them. You whine in your sleep, the feeling of being teased bringing wetness to your folds until they’re slick and Venom can smell just how needy you are. A guttural growl has you mewling softly, you’ve heard that sound before. Your subconscious knows it’s Venom. If you were awake you might smirk at the effect you have on him.

“Just a little taste, Eddie. She will not mind.”

It’s true, you won’t, they both know it and Eddie puts up no fight when the careful movements of Venom places him between your spread legs, and your legs are moved to either side of his head.

You’re dreaming about something when you first feel the slick tongue of Venom slithering through your folds. Whatever the dream is about it quickly shifts to a very vivid image of the symbiote between your thighs. You moan sleepily, head tossing to one side when your body registers the feeling of that wicked tongue sliding into your damp core. It writhes inside you, reaching deeper than any human tongue could. You can feel every shift and flex of the fleshy muscle as it slithers deeper inside of you. It has you gasping, moaning, and whimpering in no time flat. You don’t wake yet, still too deep in your sleep to realize that your dream isn’t a dream at all and that’s why the pleasure you feel is all too real.

Big hands frame your hips and you sigh at the sensation of the symbiote’s touch against your heated skin. “Mmm...Ven…” You slur out tiredly, hips shifting against the bed, as a hand slowly moves to try and push him away from where he’s hunkered between your legs. You don’t register your movements, enjoying your dream too much to realize that your sleeping body is reacting much how you would if you were awake. A deep chuckle vibrates against your core when the symbiote laughs at your unconscious efforts. Tendrils snake out from his obsidian form, pinning your hands down to the bed by the wrists as his tongue curls, thrusts and continues to writhe inside your tight channel. You’re already so wet, but even in sleep your body reacts to being restrained by Venom and a new wave of slick coats his tongue as it fills you. It’s a sight to see, and even Eddie isn’t unaffected by it, his cock stiffening while the symbiote remains in control of both of your bodies. Venom takes care of that too, not even breaking his focus on you and finding that sweet spot nestled inside you.

He makes you cum when the pressure that’s been building is finally too much, and your body can no longer hold back the inevitable climax. Your legs squeeze around his head, but he barely feels it, his only focus is letting his tongue collect every bit of your release. That isn’t what wakes you though, no, it’s the sound of your crying out in pleasure that finally wakes you and you jolt awake tired, and panting heavily as you look around wildly before your gaze settles between your thighs. You let your head fall back against the pillows with a soft thud, and a breathless laugh that morphs into a moan when Venom’s tongue slithers out of you. You suddenly feel empty and despite the sensitivity that always follows your climax you can’t help but want him inside you again.

“Well hello to you too, Venom.” You huff out, attempting to lift one of your hands so that you can wipe at your clammy brow, only you can’t move either and you roll your eyes back down to where Venom still remains. “Ven…”

“We are not done yet, morsel.”

[s-hera]

Give me an explanation!

~ Characters. Bonten!Rindou Haitani & Ran Haitani x Fem Reader! (Separate)

~ Tags. 18+, Mention of Cheating, Smut, Semi-public sex. Ran part is sanzu's fault, typo, grammatical error.

~ Wc. 1.7k

~ An. Sorry for the not detailed smut on rindou's part, I'm sleepy and shit but I might write smut soon so I can make it up to y'all.

Ran Haitani

Ran doesn’t tolerate jealousy. He’s the kind of man who don’t want his s/o to be jealous to anyone, he wants his s/o to trust him. He also know that it’s kinda hard to trust him since he slept with many woman before. Just one chance, give him one chance and trust him. He won’t break your trust, NEVER. He loves you very much that he would even ditch koko and sanzu’s invitation to the bar. 

“No, i’m busy and also y/n is enough for me.”

“You’re so killjoy haitani. This is like the tenth time you rejected our invitation, just give us one chance. Bar, my treat.” The pinkette argue with him.

“No, Fuck you treat. I could pay my own”

“Really? Then prove it.”

And now…he was dragged by the pinkette, can’t do anything and helpless. He knows he’s an haitani but he’s helpless because almost every bonten executive is there. Would be a shame if he leaves his higher ups. Too bad rindou isn’t there too. 

He was just having tequila, not talking, trying his best at least, So that no one would notice him. Sanzu taking his Beloved drugs. After having four glasses of whiskey, Sanzu suddenly notice him. The high sanzu, oh poor ran…he just wants to go home and cuddle his perfect s/o. 

High sanzu have an idea. 

“Hey Ran! You fine there? You look depressed, Want someone to accompany you?” High sanzu said. 

“No, I'm fine here. So shut the fu–”

“Hey Miss! This man right here wants you to accompany him” the pinkette shouted. Oh my god this drug addict would be dead. “What the fuck Sanzu!”

The girl then starts walking to ran, she sits on his lap without even his CONSENT. He wants to push of the girl of his lap but that would be rude, but he really wants to. He swears to himself that if this girl grinds to his lap, he would push her of and leave. He is done. The girl just won’t shut the fuck up, She’s being touchy and making him uncomfortable.  

Ok, yeah, he’s very done. He’s done. She pushed of the girl out of his lap.

“I’ll be leaving Manjiro. Tell sanzu that i have an s/o. I think he have forgotten. Please excuse me” He walked out of the bar. He can’t believe he spent more than 45 minutes inside. 

Entering the penthouse, it was silence…looks like you’ve already slept and didn’t wait for him.

But no, he spotted you in your shared bedroom, the blanket coiled around your body. 

“Good Evening baby!” He greets you but he didn’t get any respond.

“Have you eaten dinner?” He tried building up a conversation again but again no respond. He brings himself to the bed even though he hasn't taken a bath. “Baby, What’s wrong?do you want something?” 

“You cheated” that was your first two words to him tonight and he was confused…”Pardon?”

“My friends saw you inside a bar, one of roppongi’s bar.” 

“Baby…it’s not like that, i’ll explain everything to you.” 

“Then what is it? Explain this picture!” You showed him your phone that has his face and a girl face. 

“I’ll explain, please calm down. Don’t want my baby to be angry with me.”

“Stop calling me baby. It's annoying.” 

He started explaining that it was sanzu’s fault and not his. He told you that he was forced and he would rather cuddle you all day instead of going to a bar. 

“It’s Your fault too. You should’ve rejected the girl!” 

“But sanzu is high and i can’t reject it because he might kill me. That psychopath is annoying. Even manjiro and kokonoi can protest that i didn’t do anything wrong. Let me make it up to you.”

“I swear to god, haitani. You better tell the truth or i’ll kick myself out of this penthouse.”

“But im telling the truth. Please don’t be jealous, princess. You know you’re the only one.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go sleep in the guest room. No cuddles for three days too.”

“What?No! I want my cuddling privileges. I’ll ditch my works for three days, just let me have my cuddling privilege. I won’t take no as an answer.”

“Who are you to control my answers?”

“Your soon to be hubby”

“Mmm fine, though you need to stop being horny and leave my pussy alone.”

Ran was thankful you listen to his explanation but no fucking for three days?can he really do that when you really look good on your night gowns, it’s  not even a sexy night gowns…it’s more like a cute one. 

Rindou Haitani

Rin doesn’t have time to cheat on you. He knew that once he cheated it would be all over, he would be alone again in this lonely world, he isn’t implying that ran makes him feel lonely. He just knew that one day ran would have his own family, rindou can’t just stand being lonely, one companion would be fine, as long as it’s you he would be fine…he doesn’t need much companion. He promised to himself that he would never entertain other girls except you. 5 years. Rindou and you have been dating for 5 years. It would never be that long if you two didn't trust each other.

Rindou promised to have a dinner date with you.

7 pm…8 pm…9 pm…3 hours have passed, yet, still no rindou. You already knew and yet you made yourself look like a fool. You knew he was talking to a girl, Calling her. You wanted to confront him. But you just can’t bring it up because you don’t want to destroy that “five years” relationship. You noticed already with his reasoning like “I'm sorry sweetcheeks. but i'm kinda busy…manjiro has so many tasks assigned for us. You understand that right?” of course you do. You always knew that he’s not a normal person, he’s a person with power but to have that he needs to do something that can risk his life. You were on your way out…you’ve embarrassed yourself enough. For the past 3 hours the waiter have been asking what’s your order but you keep insisting that you’re waiting for your boyfriend…the waiter goes to your sit for more than 6 times. You keep on walking, not until, you spotted your boyfriend…ready to face you. Rindou spotted you quickly. You’re supposed to hide but nevermind he already saw you. As he approach you he started talking “Hi sweetcheeks…i’m sorry for being late. I was just busy with paper things”

“I know. Also, i tried calling you but you didn’t answer.”

“Wait…my phone was not ringing. Let me check it” he opened his phone then boom 12 missed call and 8 messages. Your head was full of thoughts…what if he’s really cheating? Why would he even silent his phone, he wouldn’t do that but if he’s cheating behind your back then…he would definitely do that. It’s either he don’t want to be disturbed while working or fucking someone behind your back.

“Hey, hey, baby…don’t overthink. Let’s talk about this in my car, should we?” You walked with him to his car…you don’t want to be one-sided and just listen to your own thinking. You want him to explain what’s going on. You two were walking with silence, just silence. No greeting him or asking him how his work is.

You entered and sit on the passenger seat.

“Now mind explaining?” you started because you know that he would never start a conversation.

“Again, i was busy…i’m sorry, i’ve forgotten about our date. I was just stresse–”

“No, not that. I know you are cheating.”

“Sweetcheeks?What do you mean by that?” rindou was shocked because you’ve never accused him of cheating before. He’s making himself calm because he know being angry wouldn’t do anything good.

“You’ve never silent your phone and i always hear you talking to a girl before you sleep and every morning too”

“Hey baby…I would never cheat on you. I’m not cheating. That girl was my new secretary, he was assigned by mikey…I already told Mikey that I don't need an assistant and I can work at home…so that i can be alone. Alone with you. You know that I hate working with other people, right? I would prefer you watching me while I do paper works. I’m not cheating, you can check my phone right now…i hate how that girl possess too, she’s just annoying. She would call me for literally no reason that’s why i put my phone on silent mode…please don’t be upset and don’t leave me too.” that was a long ass explanation. But it was great that he explained it neatly

“Ok, mister long ass explanation”

“I’m just reassuring you that i would never cheat. Now, let me make it up to you.” he start kissing your collarbone, caressing your thighs “You look so sexy on this outfit, sweetcheeks. You should wear skirts oftenly but to bad im just gonna rip it apart but don’t worry i’ll replace it with a new one” He removing your shirt and bra, just so he would see your perked up nipples.

His hands thats’s on your thighs started going upwards and sided your underwear…”So slutty, not wearing shorts underneath…really slutty, just for me, ok?”

“Just for you.” his BMW car is good for activities like that, it’s kinda spacious. He let you moves to his lap and now you can feel his bulge…”i’m sorry for accusing you, rinnie”

“ ‘ts fine baby…now shut up and let me fuck you good” Poor you…goodluck, you now can’t walk for 3 days…he made you jealous, you made him upset…now he’ll give you some good dicking down. Right now, right there.

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[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

hewwo! Would it be okay to request historia x reader? I’m not sure if you’ve finished aot yet but the scenario in my head is set after historia became queen and the reader is a captain of the scout regiment. They’ve been secretly together since their trainees days and it becomes increasingly hard to find time to spend together. So like one day reader decide to dangle outside of historia’s window (how romantic than throwing rocks at her windows👀) and decides to make up for lost time. Lots of fluff and maybe Heheh I wouldn’t mind if it gets a bit (or maybe more) nsfw. Thankiess <33 sorry if it bothers you with this request

Stan Historia hours :) I love her sm

Also I didn’t proofread ‘cause I’m sleepy, so if there are typos... uh... whoops...

Missing You

(Historia Reiss x Reader)

AU: Canon

Warnings: None

Category: Fluff/smut

Summary: Ever since Historia became queen of Paradis, her s/o has been able to see her less and less. So, one day, they show up outside of her window for a surprise.

Words: 4.1K

Gusts of wind delicately brushed your hair behind your ears as you flew through the air effortlessly. You breathed in the cold evening air and gazed at the setting sun over the horizon tranquilly before firing the grapple of your ODM gear into the wall of a nearby brick building. Using the momentum it gave you, you rounded the corner swiftly and let your eyes settle of the sight in front of you--the Reiss castle.

It was a grand sight, no doubt about it, as the pristine stone and marble was decorated with shiny golden accents that fit the grandeur aesthetic. A tall gate surrounded the estate, and guards lined the outside.

Luckily for you, as the commander of the Scouts, you had no trouble bypassing them all quietly. It’s not like you were in any real danger regardless--even if you were caught, the queen would undoubtedly have you pardoned immediately. The worst you’d get out of it was a harsh scolding from a displeased Levi or Erwin.

You were on a bit of a risky mission. Not one sanctioned by the Scouts, but rather, a personal mission. You knew your girlfriend, who was also the queen, resided inside the palace, and due to her newfound status as a monarch, and your duties as a soldier, you found yourself with less and less time to spend with her. Knowing her, she likely missed you as well, and wouldn’t be at all apprehensive about your sudden appearance.

Your fleeting shadow was all that any guard could make out as your body flew over the wall, landing quietly, albeit a little clumsily, in the hedges lining the outer walls. A glance up at a familiar balcony proved that you had hit your target perfectly--you were directly under Historia’s bedroom.

You sat up and brushed the dirt off of your cloak with a scoff. Security was clearing lacking here if someone like you was able to slip by undetected so easily. Still, you were pleased with it’s convenience in allowing you to visit your girlfriend. You shot the grapple of your gear right above her bedroom window, and quickly zipped up to peer inside, placing both of your feet against the wall and letting your arms hang limp as your weight was carried solely on the wire of your ODM gear.

The curtain was already opened, and you took a minute to admire her sleeping frame, which was hunched unceremoniously over her desk and on top of some incomplete paperwork. The messy golden hair, which was out of it’s usual style, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as her lips parted slightly. Despite her outward calmness, you didn’t fail to notice the light bags under her eyes, and the scowl that painted her usually cheery face.

You decided to cut your creepy staring short, as you balled up one of your hands into a fist and started gently knocking on the glass window. You stopped as soon as you noticed her stir, but you quickly realized she was still asleep. It was probably gonna take a little more than light knocking to wake her up.

You crouched your legs further into the wall, before jumping away and aiming your feet at the window. As your body swung back and into the window, the cheap wooden frame gave way silently, pushing the window wide open. You silently thanked whatever deity was up there that the glass didn’t shatter when you collided with it, because if it did, a rush of guards would undoubtedly storm in to investigate the threat, and you really wanted this little visit to stay a secret between you and Historia.

You gently closed the window behind you, not wanting to let any more of the chilly night air inside, and walked up to your girlfriend’s desk. You placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and shook her lightly.

“Historia...” You whispered into her ear, but the short girl only tightened her lips into a line and furrowed her brows, accompanied by a short, incoherent mumble. You cursed her for being so cute before you gave her a quicker, more forceful shake. “Historia...!” You whisper-shouted, and you felt her body jump at the sudden call of her name.

She yanked her head off of her desk abruptly and turned her body to face you with a slightly panicked expression on her face, but it lightened immediately into a small smile when her gaze met yours.

“Y/n...” She yawned out, covering her mouth and shutting her eyes peacefully.

“Hello, darling.” You smiled, stepping back a few paces to give her space to stretch her arms out above her head.

“What are you doing here?” She muttered, before perking her head up in confusion and continuing. “Actually, how did you get past security?”

You laughed softly before sliding your cloak off of your shoulders and throwing it carelessly onto her elegant, oversized bed. “Well, I missed you, and it’s been ages, so I decided to drop by for a visit. Getting past security was no big issue, either.” You laughed dryly, before continuing, walking over to stand by Historia’s desk chair. “Don’t tell me you didn’t wan to see me?” You smiled.

“No,” She mumbled sleepily, standing up and burying her head in your chest affectionately, wrapping her arms around you tightly. “I’m glad you’re here...”

You smiled at her bashfully and started to run your fingers through her loose blonde hair. She’s always so cute when she’s sleepy...

“So...” She pulled back after a moment, looking up to face you as the tiredness slowly left her eyes. “Did you have anything specific planned?” She smiled, “Or did you visit just for the sake of it?”

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand. “Nothing in particular, but I had an idea.” She raised her eyebrow, signaling you to continue, but you didn’t speak, and instead, you walked back to her window and opened it wide, the gentle winds causing the curtains to flutter. You waved your hand in the ‘come here’ motion, beckoning her to follow you to the window.

“I’ll show you,” You smiled, “But you have to hold on tight.”

She nodded wordlessly, walking over to you and wrapping her small body around your torso. You pet her head affectionately for a moment, before speaking.

“You ready?”

“Mhm.”

And with that, you climbed onto the windowsill and shot off your ODM gear outside of the palace walls.

As you flew through the air, you made sure to be quick and silent, trying not to make a scene, especially now that the queen was clinging to you like a koala. To an outsider’s perspective, it may have appeared like the calmest kidnapping to ever occur, but in reality, Historia couldn’t have been any happier to be so close to you for the first time in months, even if no word’s were spoken.

She finally pulled her head out of your chest when she felt you stop, hitting the ground and skidding along the dirt on your heels from the leftover momentum. You stumbled a little bit, before gaining your footing in the dirt and stopping in your tracks.

“We’re here.” You exhaled, and Historia reluctantly let go and stood up straight. She looked around curiously at the unfamiliar scenery. Tired oak trees towered over the sky, covering the view of the stars completely. Near her feet, green, unkept grass and shrubbery covered the ground, and the occasional patch of flowers gave a drop of color to the predominately brown and green scenery. She quickly concluded that the city was long behind them, and that this place had been free of human inhabitation for quite a long time.

“You dragged me out of my bedroom at 9PM,” Historia started, and you turned to face her curiously. “To show me some trees...?”

You laughed at this, finding her confusion quite adorable. “Not the trees, sweetie.” You grabbed her small hand in your own, and started to lead her down the closest thing to a path there was near here--an area of beaten down dirt and flattened grass. ‘I wonder how often she comes here...’ Historia thought to herself as you continued to lead her through the trees.

You finally slowed your jog to a stop once you found your destination, letting go over Historia’s hand and stretching out, breathing in the freeing night air. “Now, we’re here.”

She finally turned her gaze away from you, and glanced at the landscape ahead of her, mouth hanging slightly open at the sight of it.

The sky was composed of deep shades of purple and blue, mixing together elegantly like paint on a canvas. Shiny white stars freckled the sky, forming best and constellations. It was nothing compared to the view she got from her palace window.

She glanced down at her feet to see just where she was standing. The two of you were on the edge of the forest, which seemed to be the cliff that oversaw the beach that was at least 50 feet below her. It was a small outcrop of dirt and stone, a tiny little peninsula of cliff where trees and flowers ceased to grow, leaving only the small bits of grass and shrubbery.

“Pretty cool, huh?” You sighed happily, plopping down to sit on the short grass, and patting the space next to you.

She snapped out of her trance and settled down next to you, running her fingers through the soft grass, mesmerized.

You watched her with amusement before chuckling. “How long has it been since you’ve touched some grass??” Despite your playful tone, you were genuinely curious. After all, as nothing more than a soldier, you didn’t remotely understand what the life of royalty could be like.

She ignored the question for the most part, her gaze still fixed on the night’s sky.

“I haven’t gotten to see anything like this in a long time...” She trails off.

“I know,” You say confidently, “I go here all the time to look at the stars since the it’s so isolated, Plus, it has an amazing view. Levi always drags me out whenever he finds me here, but I caught him watching the sunrise here one time. I guess even a pessimist like him finds this place calming.” You chuckle, leaning you back against a dead tree stump and sighing. “But keep this quiet.” You smile. “It’s my little secret.”

She smiled back, a small blush creeping up on her cheeks at your laugh. It was so calming to her, so charming and unique to you. It made her happy to know you were happy.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the air, and Historia shivered, hugging herself in an attempt to conserve body heat. It was pretty here, no doubt, but she wished she had a chance to change out of her night clothes before you took her out.

You glanced at her for a moment, still clad in the standard Scout uniform (which, luckily for you, was very warm), and chuckled for a minute.

“Historia, darling,” You called out, bringing her attention towards you and patting your lap, “Come over here.”

She stood up quickly and made her way over to you, facing you before placing herself in your lap, her arms wrapped around your stomach and one leg splayed to either side of you.

You silently wished you had brought your Scout cloak with you so you could use it as a blanket, but instead, you just wrapped your arms around her in return and hoped that whatever body heat you were giving off would be enough.

It seemed to work, though, as she stopped shivering pretty quickly, and buried her head in your chest. You sighed in relief and started to run your hands through her hair absentmindedly.

“Y’know sweetie,” you start speaking, and although she shows no reaction at first, you know she’s listening intently, “I love you, and I love the cuddles too, but you won’t get a good view of the stars if you stay like this the whole time.” You giggled.

She let out a muffled hum into your chest, before speaking her response. “I don’t mind. You’re much better than some cool view of the sky. Warmer too.”

You laughed at her last statement, before settling down yourself, a hand making it’s way to rub small circles of Historia’s lower back soothingly. It seemed to have worked, as she only sighed and cuddled herself further into you.

The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for what felt like ages, relaxing in each others’ presences for the first time in months. But, eventually the silence was broken as Historia quietly piped up.

“How has it been?” She asked, and you tilted your head to look at her, only to find her still relaxed against you. “Being commander of the Scouts must be tough work. They’ve been getting a lot of attention recently, both good and bad.”

You sighed and leaned back once again. Things had been tougher and more tiring recently, no doubt. Still, work was the last thing on your mind at this moment. You just wanted to spend time with Historia, free from stress.

“It’s been... okay.” You dodged the question subtly, and Historia elected not to prod you on it as you continued. “But I do miss spending time with my wonderful girlfriend.” You teased, and a smile spread across your features as she flustered up, and turned her head subconsciously to the side, allowing you to see her blushing face.

“And you know what else I miss?” You continued, grabbing her chin with your free hand, and lifting her head up to face you.

“What?” She stared back at you, bewildered and flustered.

“This.”

And before Historia even had the time to voice the words that formed in her mind, you pulled her face to yours quickly, quickly kissing her on the nose, then the forehead, then the cheek.

Historia giggled adorably as you continued to pepper her with chaste kisses against her face, and this time, she didn’t try to fight the blush that spread across her cheeks.

“Y/nnnnn...!” She continued to laugh as you kissed the corner of her lips all the way up to her ear, and her laughter started to infect you as well, as you let out soft snickers and laughs as well as you continued to shower her with affection.

You eventually stopped, and the two of you laughed together sweetly for a moment, before finally settling down against each other once again.

“You know what I missed?” Historia spoke teasingly.

“Hm?” You responded, interested in her response.

She gave no verbal response, much like you, instead opting to show her feelings with actions rather than words as she closed the gap between both of your faces.

Her lips met yours, and you closed your eyes to accept the soft, tender kiss, as opposed to the playful and short ones from earlier.

You continued the kiss, leaning over her slightly, and moving your hands to her lower back, and her hands went to grip your shoulders for support.

You playfully licked her bottom lip, silently asking for permission, but she gave in right away, parting her lips slightly and allowing you to quickly slide your tongue over her teeth. She felt her blush darken at the bold action, but continued to deepen the kiss regardless.

She’d be a liar if she said that she didn’t miss this as well, the more... intimate parts of your relationships. Like how you two would quietly make out in the dorm rooms before meeting up with everyone for breakfast, and how you would quietly finger her behind the barracks after training, and even the cute little noises you made when she went down on you.

She couldn’t help it as these dirty thoughts started to cloud her mind, and she could already feel her underwear growing damp.

You continued to make out with her, asserting your dominance more as your tongue started to explore the inside of her mouth, and Historia couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers, especially when the hands placed on her lower back started to slowly lift up the hem of her shirt.

Then, in what was most likely a subconscious action, you shifted in place a little bit, and it wasn’t until now that she was reminded that her core had been placed directly on your thigh, and the subtle grinding against her crotch caused her to let out a moan against your lips.

You didn’t realize what you had done for a second, but when you did, you immediately used it to your advantage, and you ground your thigh against her core excruciatingly slowly. At this point, Historia couldn’t help any of the quiet moans and whimpers that escaped her throat.

You pulled away to catch your breath, much to Historia’s dismay, but you at least kept the slow movements of your thigh against her as you spoke up between pants.

“How about we go home now baby?” You asked (though it wasn’t much of a question), wiping your mouth and breaking the thin trail of saliva that connected you two. “This isn’t a very good place for... y’know...”

Historia only blushed and nodded, wiping her mouth as well. “Y-Yeah...”

You stood up to lead her out, and Historia tried her best to ignore the throbbing sensation that lingered between her legs ever since you stopped giving her stimulation.

You wasted no time on your trip home—letting Historia cling to you while you zipped your way back to the palace.

Historia tried to be patient on the way there, but she couldn’t help it as she started to subtly grind her hips into yours as you continued to fly through the air.

You sucked in a little bit of air through your teeth—undoubtedly turned on yourself—but you were quick to reprimand her softly.

“Not here, Historia, just wait until we get back.”

After an excruciatingly long four minutes journey, you one again flew into Historia’s unlocked bedroom window, stumbling on the floor a little bit, before regaining your footing and setting Historia down. You turned to close the window, not wanting anyone but you to hear your girlfriend’s sweet moans but you.

Once you had done that, you removed your coat and tossed it aside aimlessly before pushing Historia down against the bed, continuing to make out with her hungrily. She clawed at your shirt clumsily, and ceased to stop the whine in her throat when you playfully bit her bottom lip.

Your hands roamed to the buttons of her night shirt, fumbling to undo them while keeping all of your attention on Historia. Eventually, you got the stubborn things off, and you threw the shirt to the side carelessly, before immediately abusing your new access.

Your hands roamed her breasts hungrily. They were on the smaller side, but, as you had learned not far into your relationship, they were very sensitive.

You toyed with her happily as she crumbled beneath you, and you relished in the way her breath hitched and back arched as you gently pinched one of the pink nipples.

She pulled away from the makeup session to bite her bottom lip, muting any noises she made as you continued your teasing ministrations.

“Shit... Y/n...” She muttered bashfully, causing you to laugh slyly.

You slowly moved your way up her body, before straddling her hips and sitting up, your crotch flush against hers. You slowly undid the buttons of your shirt, sliding it over your shoulders cleanly once it was loose enough, and you discarded along with the sports bra you were wearing.

Historia shamelessly scanned your body, all the way from your shoulders to your toned, somewhat muscled stomach, and she ran her fingers over it delicately, stopping at the button of your pants. You smiled before leaning down to continue kissing her, curious to see where she was leading with this.

She didn’t seem to lose any confidence when you resumed your dominance, as she unbuttoned the pants easily, and slipped her hand into your underwear. You tensed up and let out a small gasp as her fingers brushed teasingly over your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it.

You pulled away from her mouth and let out a small whine. “Historia...”

She smiled at your reaction, deciding to be just a little bolder as she pressed down on your clit, hard, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot up your body. You let out a strangled moan before lust took over your mind. Enough foreplay, enough teasing. This is starting right now.

You sat back up again, causing her hand to fall out of your pants to avoid the uncomfortable angle, and you slid of your pants and underwear, throwing it off to the growing collection of neglected clothing that littered her floor. You did the same thing to Historia right after, sliding her skirt down her hips gently, talking her underwear with it.

Your hand instantly settled in between her legs, and you stuck a finger into her up to the knuckle experimentally, and smiling sadistically at the lewd noises that fell from her lips.

You pulled it out gently, causing her to call out your name in both pleasure and frustration.

You didn’t let her go long without stimulation, however, as you lifted one of her legs up to go over your shoulder, pressing your heat against hers, and causing you to close your eyes and let out a pleasured exhale.

Slowly, you started to rock your hips against hers, scissoring her at a slow pace, enjoying the soft sounds she made.

“Y-Y/n...” She muttered, covering her mouth with her hand to mute the noises that fell easily from her lips.

You glanced up at her and grabbed her wrist, displeased with her action. “Don’t cover your mouth.” You groaned, moving her hand away. “I want to hear you.”

Historia nodded hesitantly, blushing in embarrassment as lewd moans and whimpers left her lips.

“Fuck...” She exhaled in ecstasy, causing you to smile. It brought you a lot of joy to make your oh so innocent girlfriend curse as you fucked her like this.

Her dormant hands reached up to grasp at your waist, running her hands up and down it and feeling you up with need, causing you to let out a shuddered moan as you sped your pace.

The increase in speed jostled her for a moment, and a startled, but pleasured yelp left her lips. You sighed and tilted your head back, biting your lip in pleasure as you rocked against her with force.

Slowly, Historia felt a knot grow in the pit of her stomach. Intense, heated pleasure that threatened to burst with every thrust of your body against hers, and helpless whines filled the room, only increasing tenfold when one of your hands went down to grope her breast.

“F-Fuck...! Y/n... I’m getting... close...” She exhaled, causing a surge of arousal course through your body. You could feel your orgasm slowly building in your stomach as well.

“Y-Yeah... me too...” You panted out as your thrusts started to get irregular as you got closer and closer to your climax, and lust-filled moans fell from your lips. You reached your other hand down to rub at her clit, finally sending her over the edge.

The hot sensation in the pit of her stomach finally unraveled as she arched her back up and gripped the sheets, rolling her hips desperately against yours, needy moans of ecstasy spilled from her lips, along with the occasional curse and yelp of your name.

Evidence of her orgasm dripped down her thighs and onto you as you came against her as well, riding out your orgasm with her.

You let out a few, slow thrusts as your hips twitched and legs shook, finally coming down from your high. You thrusted one final time, before exhaling and collapsing next to her, still sweaty and panting from your activities just moments ago.

Historia looked just the same as you, sweat dripping down her red face, the aftereffects of ecstasy still evident on her face. You turned on your side to face her, putting your hands on your back and pulling her close.

She let out a long, contended sigh and wrapped her arms around your back, and pulling the silk covers over you with her free hand, kissing your collarbone gently as sleep started to overtake her.

“I missed this.” You sigh, closing your eyes and running your hands through her disheveled and messy hair. “I missed you.”

You heard her quietly hum in agreement, before muttering sleepily into your chest. “I love you...”

You smile as her breathing evened against you. You were sure she had already fallen asleep, but that didn’t stop you from responding.

“I love you too, Historia.”

THIS IS SO RUSHED BYE EVERYONE SEE YA

[orange-waterfalls]

Just Dance for the Nintendo Wii

Yancy x gn!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Shit was so fun to write I swear. Just Dance was my childhood. I had a thing about memorizing all the dances in all the songs in all the games I got. I also didn’t actually look at the moves in the corner I just watched the dancer lmao. And when I found out other people didn’t do that I just ???it’s so much easier???? I might’ve projected onto Yancy a lil bit. It’s a fun fic! It is a fun and light-hearted fic, I promise. Couple curse words. TW mention of smoking and cigarettes. That’s about it. I think it could be seen as platonic or romantic. Reader does call him “babe” at one point but I call my friends darling and sweetie so I think it’s fine. Might be a few typos since I never read through my fics lmao. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.9k

Lunch ended and you immediately shot up out of your chair, making your way down the hall. Your friends stared after you, slightly offended you didn’t even bother saying goodbye. You would have any other day, but this was important.

You stomped your way to the warden's office, pushing past the guards who mostly just gave you confused looks. You would have made your way around them, asking them to make some room, but this was important. 

You kicked the door open and stomped up to the desk. The warden jumped and put a hand over his heart. You were not an aggressive person. Really, you weren’t. But this. This was important. This was the most important thing you ever came up with.

“Jesus, child, you ever heard of knocking?” He breathed, exasperated. He looked like he was gonna keep talking, so you slammed your hands on his desk. A few months before, he probably would have had you thrown in solitary for even walking in there. But you’re a good person, and you behave for the most part. So he raised an eyebrow and waited for you to make whatever point you wanted to make.

“Wii,” you said, simply. He blinked a couple times.

“Beg pardon?” He laughed. You were on a bit of a power trip and wanted to respond with “then beg”, but the conversation probably would have ended there. You made it this far without breaking down, you couldn’t stop now.

“I want a Wii,” you said, slowly. The warden squinted at you before chuckling a little. You glared daggers at him. Laugh at you, will he?!

“Now, kiddo, that ain’t--”

“Shut up. I don’t care. I just need you to listen.” He gave you a look and leaned back in his chair. You quieted for a moment, thinking about exactly what you were gonna say. You honestly hadn’t thought you’d make it this far.

“Go ahead, I’m a busy man,” He shook you out of your thoughts. You squared your shoulders.

“Yancy likes to dance,” you stated. You stared at each other in silence for a moment as you prepared your words in your head. He waved his hand, telling you to keep going. You cleared your throat, “Yancy likes to dance… and we don’t have access to the internet.”

“And you’re not going to.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah, I figured…” You sighed. “But that’s not what I’m here for.” He knitted his eyebrows together in intrigue.

“Alright…” He leaned forward, arms on his desk.

“Yancy can’t keep coming up with songs and dances when he gets bored. It takes a long time, and he’s getting burned out. I think that if we had another- if we had access to prepared dances and songs, it’d be better.” You stuttered. That’s okay. As long as he was listening. “I think if we had a… a game, a dancing game. Like Just Dance on the Wii or something, then we’d be better. Happier? I mean, we’re happy, but… more-more happy. There’s never… too much… happy…” You lost yourself towards the end there. You started shaking a little as the whole situation hit you like a train. What the hell were you doing? This is a PRISON, not a middle school. Why would they want you to be happy? Oh, this was a stupid idea… no. You made it this far. Sure this was stupid, but you were NOT going to back down. Not until you got a-

“Ok.”

“Huh?” You asked, dumbfounded. You stared at Mr. Murder-Slaughter, and he stared right back. “What’d you say?” He stood up from his desk and walked over to you. You fought the urge to book it and stood your ground. You puffed up your chest a little to look intimidating. From the smirk he got on his face, it wasn’t working.

“I said, ok.” Your shoulders dropped and you let out a shaky breath.

“Really? I mean… really?” 

“Sure, why not. Boosts morale, stops people from wanting to escape.” He shrugged. You stood there, mouth agape, probably looking like a moron.

“Thanks.” You murmured. He smiled at you, and you smiled right back. He took your shoulders and spun you around towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah, now get outta here! You’ve got dishes to do!” He pushed you out, and you gave him one last smile before running down to the kitchen. He watched you trip over your own feet and shook his head. You ran past a guard, who heard the noise and got confused.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Fuck around and find out!”

---

You startled awake to the sound of talking coming from outside your cell. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, not seeing your cellmate. You sighed and managed to lift yourself up out of the bed. You stretched and heard your back crack in several places. That sounded… worrying to say the least, but you had other things on your mind. For example: where was everyone?

You made your way through the prison, eventually ending up in the common room where everyone was talking over each other excitedly. 

“Sorry, forgot to set the alarm!” A guard apologized. You nodded at him. You turned and saw Tiny and slid over next to her.

“What’re we doing? Is it Thursday already?” You whispered.

“Nah, warden bought a game system,” she answered. You stared at her, mouth open slightly. “Keep staring at me we’re gonna fight.”

“Uh, sorry.” You blinked and looked forward, standing on the tips of your toes to try and get a better look. “What gaming system?”

“A Wii. Warden said we each get 30 minutes per week.” She explained. She then waited for you to respond. You didn’t.

“Dude, you alright?” She gently reached out and shook your arm.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m good.” You mumbled. “He buy any games yet?”

“Uhhhhh Super Mario Bros, Kirby’s Epic Yarn, Animal Crossing, Smash…”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm, as he should.”

“I think those Wii Sports games…”

“Just Dance?”

“Don’t know. Said to talk to him if there’s a game you want.” You nodded and gave her a small fistbump before walking over to the warden, who stood away from the group. You leaned over and saw BamBam and Sparkles in a heated game of Smash Bros. You stood next to the warden and watched.

“So, you actually listened to my request?” You looked up at him in slight disbelief.

“Course I did. Why not? Like I said, boosts morale.” He smiled. You nodded and you both looked forward again.

“How much was it?” You inquired.

“$100 on eBay.”

“Deadass?!”

“Absolutely. Great condition, too. Been used before, but not necessarily broken.”

“Come with the games?” “Some. Had to tell the guy I was buying it for my foster kids for him to give them to me. Them along with the Wii is what made it $100.” He explained

“So, we’re your kids now?” You snickered.

He only answered with a hum. You looked at him, blinking rapidly. 

“What?” He said in a defensive tone.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” You waved him off. He crossed his arms in a huff but dropped it.

“Buy Just Dance?”

“In the back. Saving it for when Yancy shows up.”

“Shows up? He’s not here?” “No. He went to the yard when everyone gathered here.” You hummed and looked down, thinking.

Why did Yancy leave? Did he not care about it? Did he not want to play? That would complicate things a little…

“Instead of speculating, why don’t you go ask him?” He scoffed. You looked at the warden, scandalized.

“You’re an easy person to read, child.” He set a hand on your shoulder. “He might be out in the yard.” You sighed and walked away from the cheering crowd as BamBam pumped his fists triumphantly and Sparkles fell to his knees.

---

You opened the door to the yard, peeking out to see if anyone was there. Lo and behold, there he was, Yancy, sitting on the grass having a smoke. You walked over to where he was and plopped down next to him. He jumped a little, but breathed harshly once he saw it was you.

“Whatcha doin’ out here?” You queried, softly.

“Hm.” He grunted in response.

“Everyone’s inside… having some fun…”

“Hm…”

“I think Jimmy might play Animal Crossing…”

“Hm.”

“Yancy, what’s wrong?” You sighed and turned your body towards him a little.

“Nothin’, nothin’s wrong.” He lied. “C’mon, man, we both know that’s a lie.” You tilted your head to look at him. He avoided your eyes.

“Yancy.” You said sternly. He faltered a little hearing your concern. He glanced at you. Your eyes softened. “What’s wrong?”

“Is just… I never really gots to play games when I was young… and… I dunno… don’t know… how to...” He mumbled. You nodded in understanding, shifting until your shoulders were touching his. You stared at the fence while Yancy kept smoking. You tried not to cough when he exhaled his smoke, but you couldn’t help it. He looked at you apologetically before putting the cigarette out on the grass. You both sat there for a little, enjoying each other’s company. 

“So…” you breathed out after a little while. He turned to you with an eyebrow raised. “You’re upset because you don’t know how to play the games?”

“‘N I’ll look stupid while playing ‘em, yeah.” He finished with a scoff. A smile grew on your face.

“I know a game that’ll be really easy for you…” you sang. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“...what is it?” He hesitated. You bit your lip to keep from giggling as he looked at you worriedly.

---

“Wait, so… the hell is Just Dance?” Yancy scratched his head as you led him back to the common room. It was late, and everybody else was back in their cells. You convinced a guard to let you out by pretending you were gonna cry.

“It’s a game where you dance,” You said in a condescending tone. “Come on, Yance, use deductive reasoning.”

“I’on even know what that means,” He argued playfully. You brought him to the small TV, handing him a remote as you turned it on.

“It just… There are songs with dances prepared, and you have to do the dances as you see them on screen. Got it?” You looked up at Yancy, who was busy staring at the glowing screen of the tv. It was on the Wii home menu, so there wasn’t much to see. However, to Yancy, it was one of the coolest things he’d ever seen.

“Whoa whoa whoa, wassat?” He pointed at the screen and jumped a bit when he saw the cursor move as he moved the remote. He shifted it over until it was on the Mii Channel.

“Uh… that’s the place where you can make a little avatar of yourself. It works on some of the games, but not Just Dance.” You explained. “...you wanna make a Mii?” He pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes and stood up, bringing your Player One cursor on the screen and clicking the channel. 

You told Yancy the mechanics, how to change everything, and what to do once he was done. You made your own Mii, explaining everything along the way, and told him to make his once you were done. Yancy, being the creative boy he is, spent half an hour on his Mii, trying to get everything perfect. You just stood next to him, trying not to yawn. Like I said, it was late. Eventually, he finished and you both got to see your Mii’s next to each other, along with some other people’s. He kept dragging his over next to you, trying to force them to interact. He got very upset when you told him they couldn’t hug or anything. He let you exit out of the channel and go into Just Dance. 

“Any particular song?” You scrolled through the songs, letting them play for a couple seconds so he could know what each was like. 

“Stop!” He called. “Go back.” You scrolled back to the last song you let play.

“Britney Spears? Serious?” You teased. It was all in good fun, you loved her too. Who wouldn’t?

He grumbled a little to himself. It sounded a little like “not my fault her songs bop”. You breathed out a chuckle and clicked the song, whisper-singing the lyrics as you did.

“My loneliness is killin’ me… Blue, green, orange, or pink?” You asked. After not getting an answer, you looked at Yancy to see the problem. He was frowning at the screen. “Yance?”

“Why’re they all girls?”

“Because it’s a traditionally girl-ish song.”

“I’m not a girl.”

“I know you’re not. Just pick a color.”

“Why are they cheerleaders?”

“Because they can be. Yancy, pick a color.”

“But why-”

“Yancy I swear to God pick a fucking color.” He hummed and then picked blue. You picked green.

You got into the same stance as the girl on the screen, and Yancy copied you. The music started up, and you started dancing. Yancy seemed a bit startled as he hurried to copy you. He wheezed out a little laugh, flailing his arms a little, trying to figure out what move you were on. You bit your lip to not laugh at him. You both kept going, and Yancy eventually got into the rhythm. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and you stared for a moment, not believing how adorable he was. Then you remembered that there was a winner in this game so you shook your head and kept dancing. 

Eventually the song ended, and you both breathed a little harder than normal. You looked at your scores, and found that you'd won. You clapped your hands and cheered. Yancy crossed his arms.

"Whatever, this is my first time!" He scoffed. But you could see the smile on his face. You stretched your arms and yawned, turning the Wii off and leaving the remote.

"Welp, we should get back--" you turned to head towards your cell.

"No!" Yancy stood in front of you. You tried to go around him, but he kept blocking your way. He grabbed your shoulders and held you in place.

"I want a rematch."

"Yancy, it's late…" you whined.

"Just one more! Please?" He pleaded. He, again, gave you those puppy dog eyes you could never say no to. You sighed loudly, grabbing the remote again and turning the Wii back on.

"I don't understand why you can't do this yourself…" you mumbled, clicking on Just Dance again.

"I… like spending time with you," he said softly. You squinted at him.

"You'd feel awkward dancing alone, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Fine."

"Ooh! Let's do--"

"Nah, nah, nah. You're keeping me up. I get to pick the song."

"...'This is Halloween'?"

"Bet your ass."

"But that--"

"Shut it, Yancy, I'll leave."

"Okay! Sorry… 

"..."

"...can I be the pumpkin?"

"Of course you can be the pumpkin, babe."

---

You woke up really tired in the morning. You didn't know when you got back to bed, but the guard that let you out was asleep by the door when you arrived. You didn't even consider escaping, you were so tired. You just entered the cell and shut the door behind you.

In the morning, you got up and dragged yourself into the common room again. Everyone was playing the Wii again. You rubbed your eyes and stood next to Tiny.

"Fuck happened to you?" She scoffed.

"Yancy happened…" you yawned

"Ah. Long night, huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Ye-no. Wait, what? No, gross. We played Just Dance."

"Oh, was it fun?"

"For the first couple. The rest I was way too tired to be happy about…"

"Aw, did wittle baby need theiw nap?" She teased.

"I'm not wi-little! I'm not-I'm not little! Shut up!" You complained as she laughed.

"Well, Jimmy played Wii tennis against a guard. Now he's playing the warden."

"Seriously? Oh my God."

"He's currently the reigning champion."

"Who's going against him next?" You hear a thud, like someone fell.

"Got-dang it!" Mr. Murder-Slaughter yelled.

“That’d be me,” She patted you on the back before walking up next to Jimmy. Mr. Murder-Slaughter passed her as she walked, limping. He stood by you.

“You seem to be having fun.” You teased.

“Ah, shut it…” He growled and rubbed his arm. “How’s Yancy?” 

“He’s good. He likes the game a lot.” You explained.

“I’d hope so, otherwise there was no reason to buy this thing.” He scoffed.

“Eh… I dunno about that…” You listened to Tiny laugh loudly from where she stood in front and smiled. You turned your head a little and saw Yancy leaning against the opposite wall. You caught each other’s eyes. He nodded his head to the Wii. You shrugged and walked up. He did the same. 

Once Tiny and Jimmy were done with their match, Jimmy keeping his title as champion, you and Yancy walked up to the wii, taking the remotes and clicking Just Dance. 

“What song should we do?” You scrolled through the list.

“Avril Lavigne!” Someone yelled from the back of the room. You had a sneaking suspicion of who it was, but kept it to yourself. 

“Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne it is!” You clicked the song.

“Uh… I don’t know this song, bud,” He whispered to you. You clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh you’re gonna love it.”

“I’m not sure I like that look.”

“Calm down, it’ll be great.”

“Okay… can i be the punk girl?”

“I wanna be the punk girl…”

Cue the puppy eyes…

“...fine, you can be the punk girl.”

[theladyofdeath]

Rags & Riches {12}

Summary: An A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction. 19th century AU. Based on the prompt sent in by @cat5313 All characters belong to SJM, I am just a fan with a plot.

Warning: Mature content strung throughout.

A/N: So, disclaimer, I may be a lil drunk so there may be some typos. But, anyway...this chapter leads us to the second half of our story. Enjoy, my loves.

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Rhysand sat by his mother's bedside as she breathed, quietly. 

Mor sat on the other side of the bed, Feyre stood beside him.

 If Mor was alarmed at finding Feyre in his room, she didn’t show it. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Rhysand reached up to take Isobel’s hand. It was cold, clammy. She didn’t so much as twitch.

“She was fine when she went to sleep last night,” Mor promised. “But when I awoke this morning, her breathing was uneven and her fever was high. She cannot speak. She cannot meet my eyes.”

Rhysand nodded, unable to trust himself to speak.

It wouldn’t be long, now. That he knew. He had known for a long time that her life was coming to an end, and yet, the realization of it was devastating.

Feyre took his other hand and he accepted it, gladly. She had lost her mother, that much Rhysand knew. She knew how it felt. 

“You should go home and rest,” Rhysand said. “Check on your sister.”

“I will later,” Feyre whispered. “I wish to remain here.” 

Rhysand smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, as he nodded.

They all sat like that for a long while, in silence. Mor on one side, Rhysand and Feyre on the other. Rhysand recommended reading to Isobel again, to bring her comfort, and Feyre did so without hesitation. 

She had read for hours until the sun was high in the afternoon sky.

And it was then that Isobel took her final breath.

~~~~~

Nesta was sitting on the front porch steps, supper nearly ready, when Feyre finally appeared.

She set down her book and rose to her feet. “Where have you been?”

Feyre didn’t answer. 

Nesta froze when her sister came closer, noting the redness of her eyes. “What’s happened?”

“I was with Rhysand,” Feyre said, voice quiet. “Sitting with him as his mother passed.”

She stopped a foot away and wiped her face with the back of her hand, her other hand clutching a book of Keats. 

Nesta was unsure of what to say. She had never done well with tragedy.

 “I am sorry,” she said, at last.

Feyre nodded, then went to take a step past her sister.

“Elain is-“

“I know,” Feyre said, stopping just in front of the door. “I said goodbye.”

Nesta felt betrayed, but now was not the time to show it. Her youngest sister had been through enough for one day. Even Nesta knew when to stop. 

“I thought you had gone, too,” Nesta said, staring intently at the ground, “when I woke and you were not here.”

Feyre looked at her sister, surprised. “The only reason Elain left, Nesta, is because she’s in love. And if they stayed here, they could never be together.”

“No, I know, I just…” Nesta trailed off, shaking her head. “She left me a note, and when I read it, I realized that I could not even remember the last words I said to her. I realize that we are all older, that we are not together as much, as we have our own lives. However, I felt...guilty, realizing I would not be able to tell my own sister that I loved her, when Mother knows when I will see her next. If ever again.” 

Feyre blinked, that surprise remaining. “Did you just say that you felt guilty?” 

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Do not make a scene, Feyre. Pardon me for-”

Feyre reached out and took Nesta’s hand. 

Nesta stared at their clasped hands. 

“Elain loves you.”

Nesta nodded.

“As do I,” Feyre said, attempting a smile. “Even through our differences.” 

With that, Feyre turned and walked inside, leaving Nesta alone on the steps. She slowly sat back down, but she did not open her book. Instead, she looked at the walk beyond. Wondering what it would be like to love a man so much that she would be willing to give up the only life she had ever known, just to be with him. But Elain and Nesta were very different.

Elain was gentle, kind, someone a man would fall in love with who would work hard, every day, to let her know how beautiful she is, inside and out.

Nesta was the kind that pushed people away, no matter how much she hated doing so. It came natural, the pushing. The not letting people in. 

“Want to go for a ride?”

Nesta jumped, unaware that Cassian had approached. As always, his clothes were filthy, his hair wild. But he was watching her, curiously.

Nesta shook her head. “No.”

Cassian lifted a brow. “You seem to be in deep thought.”

He said nothing of the night before, as she knew he wouldn’t. It had been glorious, full of pleasure and passion. She could still feel his calloused hands holding her against him, could still feel his lips against her neck. 

“I was just about to go get washed for supper,” she said. 

Cassian nodded. “Very well.” 

He turned to leave, but she stopped him with a whisper, “Will you be meeting me tonight?”

Cassian glanced over his shoulder. “At the lake?”

“No,” Nesta stood, taking a step toward him. “In my room, perhaps.”

Cassian watched her for a long moment. Then said, “Go for a ride with me. A short one. I promise to allow you plenty of time to wash for supper.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, unable to stop staring at his stupid little grin. “A short one.”

Before he could reply, Nesta was heading toward the stables.

Cassian, hands stuffed in his trousers, followed. 

~~~~~

Feyre skipped supper.

She wasn’t hungry, not at all. The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind of emotion, and she was exhausted, on top of feeling heartbroken for Rhysand. As the afternoon light began to fade and the moon began to take the sun’s place at the top of the sky, Feyre laid in the bath. She had washed herself already, and was now so comfortable, so relaxed, that the thought of moving herself from the tub to her bed sounded equivalent to running halfway around the world without a moment to rest. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the edge of the cool porcelain. 

A soft knock came to her bedroom door.

“Come in!” she called. 

The door opened and closed, quietly.

“Feyre?”

Rhysand’s voice floated through the air.

“Washroom,” she said, sinking beneath the warm water.

He came around the corner and found her. He had dark circles beneath his eyes and was still wearing the same clothes he had been wearing since that morning, since the day before. They were horribly wrinkled. He didn’t say a word as he sat on the tile, and leaned his back against the side of the tub. 

“No one answered the door. I let myself in.”

“They’re eating supper,” Feyre explained. 

“I had to see you,” Rhysand said. “I hope it’s okay.”

“Of course, it is,” she whispered, pulling herself up and leaning over the side to kiss his cheek. She brushed back his hair, wild and unkept. “How did it go today?”

Rhysand took a deep breath. “She is being prepared for burial. We will lay her to rest in the morning.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “I hope for you to be there.”

“Of course,” she whispered, again.

“And perhaps you could read her one last poem?” he asked.

“It would be an honor,” Feyre said, brushing his hair back again and again.

His eyes fell shut at her touch.

“May I stay with you tonight?” Rhysand asked.

“Please,” Feyre answered. 

He stopped her hand in his hair and pulled it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm.

“Come sit with me,” Feyre said. “The water is warm.”

Rhysand nodded and unbuttoned his shirt before slipping off his boots and his gray trousers. He slid into the other side of the tub before grabbing Feyre’s hand and tugging her toward him. She fell into his lap and laid her head against his shoulder, drawing circles softly on his chest with her fingers, as his arms wrapped around her.

There was nothing sexual about it, but it was so intimate that Feyre’s heart suddenly felt lighter, complete. His mouth found her forehead before he leaned back, resting the back of his head on the edge of the tub, just as Feyre had been sitting before. 

They sat like that until the water went cold.

~~~~~

Azriel and Elain reached Illyria by nightfall.

Amren had let them off in the middle of town, in which she was thanked at least a hundred more times by Elain before she rode off. 

“I had not realized that Illyria was so large,” Elain said, looking around. “It’s magnificent.” 

Azriel smiled, taking her hand in his. “Come, this way. I figured we could stay with my adoptive parents until we find a home.”

As Elain looked around in wonder, Azriel felt uneasy. His adoptive father was an asshole, but his mother was quite lovely. He had not heard from her in nearly two months, but she had always loved Azriel and, with any luck, his adoptive father would have passed away. Either way, they would only ask to stay there for a few days, until they found somewhere else to stay. 

“It’s just up here,” Azriel said, after twenty minutes of walking through town and hearing Elain talk about how beautiful everything was. He admired her adoration of the simple things.They turned a corner and headed down a pathway until the cobblestone pathway ended and the grass began.

“Almost there,” Azriel promised. “It’s just around these trees. Then, we can rest.”

Elain nodded, gripping his hand tighter.

But when they walked around the tall trees, they froze.

Azriel dropped Elain’s hand as he approached the rubble.

Nothing was left standing, except for the fireplace and most of the floorboards, and most of the frame.

“There must have been a fire,” Azriel said, leaning down to pick up a half-burned gown. 

“Azriel,” Elain whispered from behind him. “I am so very sorry.” 

Azriel cleared his throat. “No matter. We will ask around in the morning if anyone knows where my mother is...until then, let us find somewhere to stay for tonight.”

Elain watched him, wearily. “Azriel-”

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the house, from the rubble. “It is getting late-”

“Azriel,” she said, again, making him face her. “Just...slow down.”

Azriel’s shoulders slumped, then he nodded. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Elain asked, her palm resting against his cheek. “You are allowed to be saddened. I know you did not love your father, but you loved your mother, and this was the home you were raised in.”

Azriel shook his head. “Is it awful of me to hope Renald died in this fire?”

Elain shook her head. “He was an awful man. An evil man. In the morning, we will ask around, yeah? See if anyone knows where your mother is?”

Azriel nodded as she raised herself up to give him a kiss.  

“This wasn’t the welcome I had planned,” Azriel muttered, as they began their trek back into town. “Let us find an inn and sleep.”

Elain nodded. There was still light in her eyes, which made one of them. Azriel could not shake the image of his old home burnt to the ground. He decided he would come back in the daylight to see what had survived. Hopefully there was a room at an inn nearby that he could afford.

As Azriel looked to Elain, his heart ached.

She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, and Azriel could not shake the guilt. 

~~~~~

Cassian was lying on Nesta’s bed, on top of her blankets, utterly bare. He had an arm tossed behind his head and a knee drawn up, bent, atop her quilt, his other leg sprawled out, nearly reaching the footboard. 

Their horse ride that afternoon had been nice. He even believed Nesta had been enjoying herself. True to his word, it was short and they returned before supper, him leaving her with a promise that he would be in her room once the table was cleared. 

Her dress was off and he had her pressed up against the wall before he could even say hello.

Now, he was watching Nesta take the pins out of her hair. She stood in front of her floor length mirror, her pale skin gleaming in the firelight. His eyes trailed from her hair, down her back, to her ass, and down her legs before wandering back up again. 

“Do you always make love so vigorously?” she asked. “You are a rough lover.”

Cassian chuckled. “As are you.”

“Perhaps,” Nesta confirmed, taking the last pin out of her hair and turning to face him. 

After admiring her breasts, Cassian met her gaze. “I could be gentle, but you do not strike me as the type that finds pleasure in gentleness.” 

Nesta shook her head. “Suddenly you are an expert in finding a woman’s pleasure?”

Cassian’s eyes flared. “You are no average woman, Lady Nesta.”

Nesta held back her smile as she approached him, climbing over him to straddle his waist once she arrived at the bedside. “Is that so?”

Cassian grinned. “No, not at all. But, perhaps I am wrong. I could be gentle, if you wish. For you are an extraordinary woman, Lady Nesta, and I shall do as you ask.” 

“Whatever I ask?” Nesta asked, reaching for the half-empty whiskey bottle on her nightstand and taking yet another long, slow drink. After returning it to its spot, she said, “Very well.” 

Cassian watched her every movement as she climbed off of him and laid beside him. “Be gentle. Make love to me, stableboy.”

Cassian huffed a laugh. “Is what we typically do not considered making love?” 

“I would not classify it as so,”  Nesta said, amused, as she awaited his next move. “We are like wild animals who thrive on humping.” 

Cassian’s laugh was outright as he said, “Very well.”

“I am waiting,” Nesta crooned.

“You must be patient,” Cassian said, rolling onto his side and leaning over her. “I intend to spend my time making love to you.”

Nesta’s grin faded and her eyes sparked as Cassian leaned down and pressed his mouth softly against her own. 

“A respectable start,” Nesta whispered, cheeks flushed, once he leaned back. “What shall you do next?”

Cassian chuckled. “Your neck.” His mouth found the skin just beneath her jaw, and he trailed soft kisses down to her collarbone. “Your tits.” He palmed one breast, his mouth finding the other. Nesta’s eyes fluttered shut as he continued down her body, those gentle kisses meeting every inch of her skin. He went down the middle of her stomach, down to her waist, then trailed down one leg before coming back up the other. He stroked her, just once, with his fingers, so softly that the hair on Nesta’s arms rose, her breath caught. 

Gentleness in bed was a tease. 

She wanted to grab him by the cock and put him inside of her, but she waited, her eyes flying open. 

He was watching her, lips parted, as he crawled on top of her, spreading her legs to make way for him. Cassian kissed her, once again, his tongue sweeping softly along her bottom lip. 

As they kissed, Cassian took her hands and held them up behind her head, intertwining his fingers with her own. He leaned back, just enough to meet her eyes. 

She could not breathe. She had been close to Cassian in many ways, but the way he was looking at her now was different. It had her breath hitched and her hands shaking.

Which Cassian held delicately within his own, still above her head, atop her sheets. 

Those eyes did not waver from hers as he entered her, slowly. Nesta gasped, able to hear her heart nearly beating through her chest.

He moved in and out of her, slowly, calmly, his breathing growing hot and uneven against her mouth. His eyes remained staring into hers.

Those hazel eyes, raw and unyielding, did not move away from hers. She felt as if he was staring directly into her soul. She had never felt so bare, so vulnerable. 

It was easy to make love to Cassian with her back pressed against the dirt, his tongue exploring her body. It was easy to make love to him pressed up against a tree, raking her nails into his back, eyes closed as she screamed his name into the cool, dark night.

But it was something else entirely making love to him slowly, staring into his eyes, their lips parted but not touching. It was something else entirely, something so beautiful and pure, when they made love holding onto one another’s hands.

Cassian moved faster as he approached his climax, but his eyes never left hers. They became brighter, wilder, full of longing and adoration, but they never left hers. No one had ever looked at her that way.

Surely not Tomas.

As for everyone else...she had never given them a chance. She had pushed them away, and they had let her. They had given up on Nesta, because that is what she said she wanted.

But no matter how much she pushed Cassian away, he stayed.

A tear slid down Nesta’s cheek as her breathing became heavier. She whispered his name.

“Cassian.”

His hand left hers, only for a second, to wipe the tear from her cheek.

She could not stop the noises that flooded from her mouth, could not stop her knees from shaking, could not stop her hands from holding onto his so tightly, afraid he would let go. 

“Fuck,” Cassian breathed, as he thrust his body into hers, as Nesta cried into her candlelit room, not caring who else heard.

Cassian did not break her stare until they were done, both of them breathing heavily against one another.

Then, his head dipped into the crook of her neck, and Nesta reached to cradle his head, his damp hair. She didn’t trust herself to say anything, didn’t trust her voice to be steady, didn’t trust the words that would flow out. 

They laid like that for a long while, until Cassian pulled out of her and fell on the bed next to her, gathering her into his arms.

Neither of them spoke another word.

Instead, sleep consumed him, and he began softly snoring behind her, her back pressed up against his chest. She brushed his forearm with her fingertips, the arm that was wrapped around her waist.

She could not sleep.

She could not shake the feeling dwelling inside of her.

All she could do was listen to him breathe, afraid that if she fell asleep, he would be gone once she awoke.

~~~~~

A persistent banging came to the door early the next morning. 

Cassian’s eyes shot open as the doorknob shook. Someone was trying to come in, but the door was locked.

He shook Nesta’s shoulder. “Hey, someone’s here.”

She opened her eyes, taking a few seconds to become alert, before sitting up in bed and looking down at Cassian.

“Hide,” she ordered.

Cassian nodded, looking around.

Apparently he was taking too long, though, because Nesta pushed him onto the floor, “Under the bed!”

He landed on the rug with a thud before groaning, and rolling beneath her bed. 

He could see her beneath the bedskirt. She pushed his clothes and boots into the bottom of her wardrobe before tossing on a nightgown and dressing robe, and opening the door.

Alis came hurrying in, the local paper in her hand. 

“Nesta, Miss Nesta,” she said, out of breath. “I had to come to you right away, we will be losing some of our staff.”

Nesta froze. “Is that so? How come?”

“Read this,” Alis said, still attempting to catch her breath. She handed the paper to Nesta, who read.

The silence seemed to last too long. 

“I see,” Nesta said, her voice low. “Thank you, Alis. I shall keep this and prepare around it. Thank you.”

Alis nodded. “Ring your bell if you need assistance dressing, my Lady.”

Nesta nodded. “Thank you, Alis.”

The maid curtsied and left, closing the door behind her.

As Cassian took himself out from under the bed, Nesta slowly sat on the corner of her mattress.

“What is it?” Cassian asked, digging his trousers out of the bottom of her wardrobe and pulling them on. “What’s wrong?”

Nesta slowly sat the paper on her bed beside her. She refused to look at Cassian.“

You know the explosion that took place at the tavern a few weeks ago?” she asked, quietly. “There have been many, throughout all the country.” Nesta stopped, shook her head. “They were ordered by the King of Hybern, as a warning. He is declaring war. All abled men between eighteen and forty are required to go fight.” 

Cassian froze, just as he had grabbed his shirt. He said nothing, but when Nesta looked at him, she had tears in her gray-blue eyes.

“Cassian, you must go to war.” 

~~~~~

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Who’s Your King

Riley, Drake, Hana, and Liam  belong to Pixelberry

Mrs Smith belongs to me. 

Summary:  Drake upon Liam’s request accompanies Riley and Hana to Valtoria for Riley’s important event that he thought he would be unable to attend.   This is the third installment of Scar Tissue , set a few weeks after the events of the first two chapters.

Catch up  HERE if you need to.  

Warnings:  NSFW  Definitely one for the 18+ crowd. Mentions physical, emotional and sexual abuse.  I’m sure there is is profanity in there.

As always forgive me any of my typos!

Word count: 2131

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One of the things Liam had asked of Riley before they got married, and she became Queen was what one message she wanted to convey to the people.  She had thought long and hard about it.  She finally decided on:

“Your Children Are Safe.”

Whether you were in this world or no longer a part of it, Riley believed in her heart of hearts, no one should be worried about the safety of their children. She decided her cause would be to work with the orphaned youth of Cordonia.  Riley had told Liam bits and pieces about her time in the foster care system, before she wound up in the care of Mrs. Smith.  

Ironically the same Mrs. Smith that had taken care of her parents as well.  The story was incredibly sad, riddled with horrible things, and varying levels of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse.  He didn’t understand how people could be so cruel to an innocent person.  With Riley’s initiative she was working towards, these poor children would never have to endure the horrors she did.  

She had started in Valtoria to create a beautiful home for the children, that not only was a living space, but housed tons of activities that the children would be able to do and participate in.  In addition to the activities provided, the staff was heavily vetted and investigated to make sure child predators were not being let behind those sacred doors, to hurt those children that had already lost everything. 

By the time the Children’s home was completed, it looked like a small prestigious University.  The ribbon cutting ceremony was this weekend as well, and Liam had a meeting with Hakim and was headed to Duchy Castelsarreillan.  

She stared at his bag sadly sitting on the bed.  He saw her reflection in the mirror and he put his tie around his neck.

“Riley I know this is going to be a big moment for you, and as much as i want to be there, I hate that i’m going to miss it.”

“Liam, I'm nervous.”

“Why Love?”

“This is my first ever thing i’m going to do without you.  I’ve always had you there if I get nervous or don’t know what to say, or just you do your kingly smile, and everything is smoothed over.” 

He pulled her into his arms.  “This is a subject, you know so much more about than I do, and can talk intelligently about it, and share your vision for what you’re trying to do right?”

“Right.”

“I’m afraid in this situation, all I could be is the doting husband, who stands behind you smiling holding your purse Love.” 

She chuckles as Liam peppers her face with kisses.  

“But i’ll tell you what, I will talk to Hakim while there, see how much I can shorten the meeting, and i’ll try my best to make it to Valtoria for the ribbon cutting.  I can’t make any promises, but I will see what I can do.”

He really is the perfect husband she thought.

Her smile brightened. 

“As for you who’s traveling with you to Valtoria, so you won’t be alone?”

“Just me and Hana.”

“Maxwell?” 

“In Texas visiting Betrand and Savannah."

He took out his phone texting for a few moments.

“That’s settled,” he said.  “Drake’s free, he can accompany you and Hana to Valtoria."

“That’s great.” she said trying not to sound too fake in her voice.  If he only knew how Drake had been acting towards her or the things he said to her when Liam wasn’t around she was sure he would reconsider.  

She was kissing Liam goodbye when Drake showed up with a small suitcase, and a suit bag.  He had a haircut and a shave, and he looked nice.

“Great you brought a suit for Riley’s benefit.  I trust you’ll take care of her while i’m gone.” 

“Don’t you worry, she’s in good hands.”

"Ready to go ladies?" Drake asked the two of them when Hana showed up.  

They talked most the way to Valtoria, well that was until Riley got sleepy and took a nap.  

She woke up to Drake whispering, “Hey sleepyhead.”  to her.  When she opened her eyes, she realized she had fallen asleep on Drake’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around him. He had just let her sleep like that the rest of the trip.  She quickly pulled away from him.

She wiped her face.  She noticed the big wet spot on Drake’s shoulder of his light denim shirt.

“Yeah you totally drooled on my shirt while you were sleeping.”

"Why didn't you try to wake me up?"

"He did," Hana remarked.

"You just grumbled something about a unicorn meeting and went back to sleep."

“I’m sorry,” Riley looked genuinely embarrassed.

 Hana giggled.

His smile was soft as he looked at her affectionately.  “You’re lucky I love you Brooks.”  Only she saw the look in his eyes when he said that.  

They went to their rooms to get settled in. She called Liam.  He had good news, he was going to make it tonight, it would just be very late when he arrived.  

When she came down to dinner she was beaming.

“What’s with that smile?”  

“Liam said he’s going to be able to make it after all he’d just be coming in very very late tonight."

“That’s so great.” Hana responded.

“Great,” Drake said rolling his eyes.  

Hana she knew would fall asleep early which left her alone with Drake.  

He walked over to her carrying two glasses of whiskey.  He handed one to her, which she took.

“Brooks I’m trying.”  

“No you’re not Drake. You’re not.  The way you look at me makes me uncomfortable.” 

“Why?  Because I look at you like I want you?  Damn right I want you, and you should feel desired.”

"By my husband Drake. Liam does a great job of letting me know how he feels about me. It is not your job to make me feel desired."

"If that were truly the case, you would have told him of my advances a long time ago, so that tells me you like it."

"Well pardon me for not wanting to be the one to break up a friendship he's practically had his whole life."

"Yeah because you know he couldn't handle it. Just like when I had to drop my life years ago and return back to be here for him."

“Liam is your best friend Drake, what exactly are you trying to do here?”

“You know what, he’s not, he really gives that appearance like he is doesn’t he?”

"Because he is Drake. Liam is a good man."

“Remember the night we all met in New York?  Well I saw you first.  Remember that?  You were flirting with me.  We were flirting with each other.  I’m the one that talked you into sitting with us at the table for a few minutes to hang out with us.  Remember taking your first whiskey shot with me?  He chuckled.  I thought you were going to cry right there.”

She smiled.  

“Your eyes watered and you coughed.”

“That shot burned all the way down.” She reminisced with him.

“Yeah it did. You were interested in me, Brooks and I know it.”  

“Yes, I was.”

“Then he came in.” 

“Yes he came in.” 

“And he overruled me.  Because that’s what he does.” 

“Drake....”

“I saw you first. That didn’t matter because when he saw you he wanted you for himself. He didn't even know your name even though you said it, and were wearing a name tag for crying out loud!"

"What?"  

“He called you Brown Sugar when he talked to us about you all night before he went off with you. He only knew your name because I told him.”  

"The past is the past, and i've heard enough Drake, i’m going to bed.”  

She got changed into her gown and crawled into the bed falling asleep.  She slept a few hours she thought when she felt the bed settle as he got into the bed with her.   

“My King, I’m so glad you made it.”   He kissed her cheek softly whispering in her ear.  “Want to play a game my love?”

With her eyes still closed, he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She giggled nervously.  She started to lift her gown.  “No, the gown stays on. Just the panties are coming off.”  She reached up her gown again.

“When I say they can. Now hands above your head.”

“Yes my King.” He loved this side of her this obedient, subservient woman. When she called him My King , he found it to be incredibly sexy.

He quickly tied her hands to the headboard. 

“Now where were we….”   He gently strokes the front of her panties, massaging her. As he does, he feels the wetness increasing. “You’re all wet, think I should get you out of these yeah?”

She nodded yes from behind her blindfold, licking her perfect lips at him. 

She lifts her bottom off the bed letting him pull down her panties.  

He takes two fingers sinking them into her tight opening feeling her wetness and her muscles clench around them as he moved them to a rhythm that he knew she would like.  Soft moans radiated from her and her hips rocked to the beat his fingers were creating.

He removed fingers to find them dripping wet with her juices.  

She writhed in agony.  “I need you now my King.”  He slid down to her thighs gently tickling her with his tongue.  

Her body ached for him .  He gripped her hips holding her in place while tasted her sweet juices.  Licking and lapping and nibbling gently on the most sensitive parts of her.  She was moaning, saying things incoherently now, not even making any sense.  He smiled down at her. He kept going, his thumb tickling her very swollen, very sensitive nub.  Her body trembled each time he gently played with it.

“I need you…” she begged.

“As you wish,” he whispered softly.

She was trembling as he pushed her legs further apart, He gripped her hips through her gown, and he rammed himself completely inside her. 

She let out a surprised gasp.  He groaned.  He had missed her body so in his absence.  

With each time she grunted, “My King,” the force behind his thrusts dramatically increased, causing her to scream aloud curling her toes.  He was being so forceful and she loved every second.  She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and he let out an excited groan gripping the bed post. She matched his movements stroke for stroke. 

“Harder!” she commanded.  His hips moved against hers sharply causing a fiery inferno to begin to bloom between her thighs.  

“Yes My King!”

His hips continued to buck against hers with reckless abandon.

She could not hold back her cries of pleasure, nor could he with each thrust into her tightened flesh.

The bed creaked to the tempo of the couples' bodies coming together again and again. The sound heavenly to their ears.

God she thought this was the best sex she’s ever had with him.  How much longer could he go like this? Her hair was stringy wet, and her gown was stuck to her sopping wet with their sweat.

"Release my arms, My King."

He yanked the tie, pulling her hands free.  She gripped his shoulders her nails digging in his back.  

Their bodies continued to be locked in that frenzied cadence with one final mutual goal in mind…. Ecstasy.  Finally he felt her walls clenching around him.  

“I’m gonna…Oh my God…  i’m gonna....” 

“That’s it....that’s my girl... Cum for me Brooks.” 

“What?"

She ripped off her sweat drenched blindfold. Drake's eyes met hers in the dimly lit room.

Oh God, this isn't happening she thought.

He rammed himself into her roughly one last time, A wave of euphoria crashed into her so hard causing her to completely become undone, right before his eyes.

“Drake!” His name slipped from her lips mid- release, and it wasn’t in anger.  At least it didn’t sound like it; it sounded instead very sensual mixed with a satisfied moan.  That was the second time Drake Walker had seen her “O” face, and it's clear he loved it. He felt coated in delicious juices.

Hearing his name on her lips like that, was all Drake needed following her, as he tightly gripped her, exploding his thick creamy seed inside her walls filling her.

She felt her body betray her as Drake came.  Her walls tightly clenched around him again.  A soft moan escaped her lips.  She gripped him tighter.  Drake tried his hardest to maintain his gaze down at her, showing her how much pleasure she had given him.  His eyes widened as his pupils dilated in euphoria. His body shivered against hers. He again moaned her name loudly. Rhapsody was written all over his face.

She lay there her legs still wrapped around him, tightly gripping his back. One of his arms was wrapped around her, the other was tangled in her hair pulling on it.  They were both breathing hard, drenched in each other’s sweat, staring at each other.  His body finally collapsed onto her in exhaustion.

She lay there mute, holding him, trying to catch her breath.

Drake was the first one to break the silence, after the throbbing of his cock stopped, depositing the last of his seed into her.  He gently withdrew his length from her. 

“Who’s your King now?”   He said with a smirk on his lips. 

[thedailyotaku]

After Party – Uzui Tengen X Reader 😏✨

This is my first time ever post, so I apologise in advance for some grammar errors or typos etc. I dedicate this fanfic to my KnY amiga bb ko~ Karren and to all Kimetsu no Yaiba fangirls out there! Enjoy~ 😏✨

Modern Era Period

I can't believe I'm in Uzui Tengen's apartment right now. Please wake me if this is a dream!

Two hours ago…

Tonight we are celebrating the after party in regards to our successful commercial project for a Shampoo product. I feel giddy and pleased that my team especially Uzui Tengen, the rising star of our department are on this project. Everyone is just partying away the stress while I am having a nightmare headache due to my low tolerance to alcohol.

Shit. I feel so bad right now, I want to throw up. Ugh. Then I sense a presence behind me to see my senior co worker Uzui-san looking concerned.

"Are you alright, _____?" He asked and helped me to stand up when I staggered from the seat.

"O-Oh I'm fine, thank you Uzui-san." I said but in reality my head is spinning and my vision is blurry. Slowly my conciousness fades away and everything went black.

Mmm… I feel good right now. The headache from earlier is gone now too. Wait where am I? This is not my house. I looked around to see an unfamiliar room and my clothes are changed into someone’s PJs. Then the door opened to Uzui-san peeking out smiling.

“Do you feel better now, _____? Why didn’t you say so you’re weak to alcohol earlier. You passed out from the bar earlier and since I don’t know where you live, I took you home here in my apartment for the night.” Uzui-san said looking worried.

“I’m sorry if I cause any troubles Uzui-san, well I’m fine now. I can go home now.” I said bashfully looking down.

“Well sorry you can’t go home now, its pouring hard down outside.”

“I can just take a cab Uzui-san, now if I mind can I have my clothes back?”

“You can’t get your clothes right now either. It’s in the dryers right now, you threw up when we are going inside.” Uzui-san explained chuckling.

“So I’m stuck here for the rest of the night?”

“Yes you are stuck here for the rest of the night.”

“Oh so then, when I threw up. Who changed my clothes?” I asked nervously. Good thing I wear my best lacy underwear today damn.

“Me.”

“Eh?”

“Yes, me. I changed your clothes to my PJs.”

“Umm…”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t peek at your body. But I admit your curves are sexy.”

“Pardon?!” I exclaimed, surprised by his words.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding chill out, _____.” He laughed and he sat down on the bed beside me.

“So you’re feeling better now, ____?” Uzui-san asked while he pat my head.

“Yes I’m feeling better now thanks to you Uzui-san.” I said avoiding eye contact at him.

“Why are you avoiding looking at me? Is something wrong with my face?” no nothing’s wrong with your face Uzui-san, in fact you’re perfect.

“No nothing nothing.”

“Were you expecting something?” he said suggestively.

“U-Um no.”

“Really huh? Too bad I was expecting some “thing”.”

“What is that?” I asked finally looking at him in the eye curious what he said.

“This,” Then he kissed me before I knew it, he softly caress my hair and slips his tongue to my mouth and pulls back, seeing him flushed red with aroused eyes.

“Wha--.”

“I love you, ____.” By those words I was frozen to the spot and just blankly stared at him, still processing the events.

“W-Why? I mean I’m not attractive to other girls out there.”

“I don’t care about other girls, all I see is you, ____.” I was shook by those words and then he gently pushes me back from the bed, caressing my face and my lips.

“I, I love you too Uzui-san.” I said knowing that I’m bright red right now. It’s not a dream isn’t it? Then he smiled and kiss my forehead. He kisses my lips again more passionately and goes down to my neck leaving me love bites, going down further to strip off my pants. Once stripped, reveals my wetness down there and Uzui-san smirked.

“You are so soaking wet right now, ____.” He said chuckling as he slowly removes my lace panties and went down on me. Licking my wetness and sucking it. O-Oh my, the way he does it is so erotic and feels good. I unintentionally let out a moan and he turns to me.

“Why did you hold back your voice? I want to hear to sing your moans as I make love to you, ____.” Uzui-san said as he licks his lips with my wetness. I really can’t refuse him if he does it like that.

“Alright.” Defeated. I let out my moans and sweet sighs as he licks down my soaked wet pussy making me crazy by grabbing his hair pushing it more to my wetness. Then he sits me up on his lap and brings my hand to his shirt.

“Now it’s your turn to arouse me, _____. Start by stripping while kissing my skin each buttons striped.” He said seductively in my ear and blows. Like he said I slowly strip him out of his shirt kissing him then leaving love bites. As I stripped him bare topless, reveals his perfectly toned body. His biceps, collarbone, his abs and his hands which I’m sucking his finger right now.

“Looks like someone is getting naughty.” He said seductively as he bites my lips and I bite him back. He was surprised by the gesture that he roughly push me down unto the bed. He starts by kissing me again softly and slowly to a passionate and breathing taking one. He immediately button off my shirt showing my lacy bra which make him stop and smile.

“Like I said earlier you have nice sexy curves when I felt your body earlier while I changed you. Now that I see them. It’s really erotic, ____.” He said as he lick his lips looking at me like I’m some kind of delicious meal to be eaten.

“I’m embarrassed, Uzui-san.” I said bashfully then he strips off his pants revealing his hard on. Oh my goodness, he’s huge! Can that “thing” fit into me?

“Is today your safe day today? I want to feel you inside, ____.” He said as he lovingly caresses my face. I nod, granting his permission. Then he slowly inserts his hot hard on inside me and I gasp unconsciously scratching his back. I can feel tears starts to swell up in my eyes, to my surprise Uzui-san kisses them and my forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle until the pain you’re feeling right now will turn to pleasure. Can I move now? I’ll do it slowly for your pace.” He said and wipes my tears . I muttered yes, and then he starts to thrusts slowly so I can get used to it. Sweet gasps escape from my lips and Uzui-san teased my breasts and starts to suck my nipples.

“Ah n-not there… my nipples are sensitive Uzui-san.” I said as I catch my breath from the unbearable pleasure I’m feeling. He just chuckles and pecks me in the lips and continued thrusting inside me. I wrapped my legs on his back to make him go deeper inside me.

“Are you feeling good, ___? You’re so tight and warm inside. I might go crazy.”

“Yes Uzui-san, I feel so good right now. I want you to pour lots of cum in me please.” Feeling so aroused and horny at the same time. I moaned in his ear and felt he bulged inside me.

“Hey, did you just got bigger?”

“It’s your fault, ____. Now I’m not gonna hold back.”

“W-Wait. My heart is not prepared for this!”

“Prepare it now, cause I ain’t gonna stop till a last drop cum inside you.” He said seductively and he pushes more inside and thrusts faster and harder in me. I moaned and wrapped my legs on his back to give him easier access to thrust inside me. I can feel the warmth and stiffness of his hard on and by imagining it I’m getting wetter and wetter.

“A-Ahhh you feel so good inside, ____. You’re so wet for me.”

“Y-Yesss Uzui-san! More… more… please pour your cum in me.”

“Wish granted, ____.” By those words he thrusts in me faster and faster till I moaned out loud and he begins to lift one of my legs, pulling all the way out and then thrusts in. Ahhhh Uzui-san, Uzui-san… I can feel so wet that I’m gonna cum soon.

“Uzui-san, Uzui-san I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“Together, ______!” We screamed and everything feels white as I felt Uzui-san's cum is dripping inside me. He kissed me again and pulls out as he lays down beside me, starting to cuddle.

“Tell me, why do you like me Uzui-san? I mean I’m just an ordinary girl that can be seen anywhere. Why me?” I asked as I cuddle with him.

“I don’t like you, ___.”

“Eh?”

“I love you, ____. I love your voice, your personality, your earnest character to your career, all of you. Now how about you, what do you love about me?” Uzui-san asked as he faces me.

“I love you from the very start Uzui-san, in fact I admire you when I got hired by the company. I fell in love with your kindness, thoughtfulness, and the passion of work you do.” I said looking to him in the eyes as he smiled and kiss my forehead.

“Well we are in good terms, I’m looking forward to our relationship, ____.”

“Likewise Uzui-san,” I said and giggled while he cuddled me.

“I love you, ____.”

“I love you too Uzui-san.”

Xxx

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the story so am I 😏✨

[kirachama]

sinners like us (saeran x reader, part v)

summary:  For days there’s been a boy in the hospital room next door who won’t stop screaming. And, against your better judgement, you decide to find out who exactly this guy is.

rating: 13+ (mentions/allusions to neglect)

notes: oof. managed to finish in time, though i could have done a better job at proof-reading so please excuse any typos. ;;  thanks to kelsey for her help! 

probably not the most amazing chapter since no saeran, but he will be back next chapter! instead this chapter just has a lot about mc. tbh, i’ve been so very nervous about it so i hope you guys do enjoy! 

also ray route so soon! i’m very excited but also very nervous... 

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

It was rare for you to leave your room on your own.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like to go out, but you’d already explored every nook and cranny of your home only to find nothing really of interest. When you were younger, the maids would occasionally play hide and seek with you. But when your parents found out, they ordered them to stop, saying that a child shouldn’t be interfering with an adult’s work.

“Pardon my intrusion.”

The door to your room quietly creaked open, revealing one of the house maids. You looked up from your desk and watched her, waiting for her to explain the reason why she’d come. If anything, she had probably come to tell you that your parents had signed you up for yet another extracurricular activity. You’d thought that violin and piano lessons would have been enough.

“...yes?”

“...A family has moved in next door,” the maid said quietly. You’d noticed the moving trucks from the window, but you still didn’t understand why she had come to tell you. “...they have a child around your age.”

Your eyes widened. A… child? You felt something warm burst in your chest. A neighbor your age was someone you could befriend. Maybe your parents wouldn’t let the servants play with you, but perhaps they’d be more lenient with a child. Automatically, you rose from your seat and made your way to the door. The maid, with a small smile on her face, stepped to the side, allowing you to run past. You bounded down the stairs and out the front door. When you got to the gate, you promptly unlocked it and ran onto the sidewalk toward the neighbor’s house.

You watched as a bunch of movers carried a myriad of boxes into the house. Where was the child? Your head whipped back and forth as you searched. The maid had never said if they were a boy or a girl, but you figured you’d be able to find them amongst the sea of adults. But you couldn’t seem to find them. Were they maybe inside?

You wondered if you could maybe sneak inside. Your parents would be mad if they found out. But it always felt like they were mad at you anyway; they never let you have any kind of fun.

“Excuse me?”

You jumped at the sound of a voice behind you. Slowly, you turned to find a young girl around your age.

“I… uh…” you tried to think of something to say, suddenly feeling nervous. “I… live next door.”

The girl’s smile brightened at the sound of your words. “Really?! It’s nice to meet you! My name is Eunju Kim!”

She outstretched her hand towards yours and after a moment of hesitation you extended your own hand to meet hers.

“I’m…”

“Mm…”

The dream fades out as you slowly begin to stir. Part of you wants to go back to sleep, but you’ve crossed too much of the conscious threshold to go back now. You blink your eyes open to find Eunju staring at you, an amused smile playing at her lips.

“Good morning, sunshine, or should I maybe say, good afternoon?”

Your face scrunches up a bit, “...what... time is it?”

“One in the afternoon,” she answers, the smile never leaving her face. “You know, you’ve been getting up late these days… is it perhaps because of your recent midnight visits to a certain screamer boy?”

You flush automatically at the mention of Saeran.

Eunju’s smile widens upon seeing your response and you look away from her, feeling even more embarrassed. After you told her that he’s not as bad as the screaming might imply, she’s taken every possible opportunity to tease you. Eunju leans closer toward you and asks, “...did you see him last night too?”

Part of you thinks that, at this point, it should be obvious, given what she just said. Despite that, Eunju merely watches and waits, an expectant look glowing in her eyes. Finally, you nod, “I… did.”

Looking delighted, Eunju follows up with another question, “Did you guys go on another garden date?”

Your face immediately heats up and you sputter, “Th-that wasn’t a date!”

“You don’t think so?”

“No! I just thought it would be a nice place to go since he’s always stuck in that room!”

Eunju raises an eyebrow and you have the feeling that she doesn’t believe you. “Then what did you do last night?”

“I…” you hesitate for the briefest second. You don’t really want to lie to Eunju but you also don’t want to tell her what you’re actually making. They’re supposed to be a surprise. “I was showing him how to make paper stars.”

“Paper wishing stars, huh…” She glances over at the table beside the hospital bed where a few tall jars filled to the brim with hundreds of the colorful stars sit. The both of you had worked on them together, slowly filling jar after jar over the past couple of months. Gingerly, she reaches in one of the jars and pulls out one single star and rolls it between her finger. Then she looks up at you, “...hey, do you have feelings for him?”

You can see where she’s coming from, but at the same time it seems like such an odd thing to ask. “...we haven’t known each other for very long… Plus I can’t even say I know him very well.”

“And since when has either of those things been a requirement for liking people?” Eunju argues in a gentle tone. “Some people click right away. Like how you and I did.”

You recall the dream you had earlier. After that very first introduction, you and Eunju had become the best of friends. And it’s been that way ever since. Acknowledging her point, you nod, though… “I’m not really sure if you can really say he and I clicked…”

“But you keep going back, don’t you?” she points out.

“And? Do you think I like him just because of that?” you frown a little bit.

“It’s just… I’ve never seen you so interested in someone else…” She pauses for a moment, then then adds in a thoughtful tone. “Maybe you don’t have feelings now, but I think that you definitely could if you gave it a shot. He certainly seems like he could be interested in you.”

You almost tell her that that’s not possible, pushing down the memories of the closeness from the night in the garden and the smile from night before. It probably wouldn’t be wise to look to much into his actions and assume his feelings from those, but along with those memories the memory of that fluttery feeling also comes to mind. And if all those love stories Eunju’s shoved your way over the years are any indication those feelings are possibly a prelude to more profound feelings. “I… maybe. It’s still… too early to tell.”

Eunju gives you a satisfied you a satisfied smile, “Maybe… You know, maybe it’d help if you actually went home once in a while and pick out some nicer clothes to wear when you visit!”

“What?!” you exclaim. “I do go home!”

Eunju crosses her arms, giving you a pointed look, “And when was the last time you went home?”

You take a quick second to think about it, “...two days ago.”

“...maybe I should ask the nurses to not let you use the showers so you go home frequently like a normal person.”

“Two days is not that long. Plus, you know as well as I do that I’ve stayed longer! Besides…” you pause to give her a cocky grin. “Who do you think the nurses are going you listen to- you or me, the hospital director’s kid?”

“...you never know, maybe they’ll listen to me; make you go home every night and give your parents some peace of mind.”

You scoff automatically, “I doubt they’re worried; they know where I am.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Eunju frowning with a concerned look in her eye. You know exactly what she wants to say. The two of you have had that conversation countless times over the years. You know where she’s coming from, why she has the opinion that she does. Eunju has a good relationship with her parents while yours is… complicated.

You barely saw them as a child, but they’d make all sorts of demands in regards to your education and extracurriculars without considering your feelings in the slightest. It was terrible, suffocating even. But through some miracle, they allowed you to spend time with Eunju and her family so long as your grades didn’t suffer. And even now you’re grateful for it; Eunju and her parents gave you a place to go when things got too hard or lonely at home and if it weren’t for that you may have turned out much worse off.

“...don’t say that… They’re just… busy, you know?” Eunju tells you in a soothing voice. “...I’m sure they care, they just have their own way of doing it.”

“...I guess,” you mutter bitterly. “...if they didn’t care, they probably would have ignored me completely when I asked if they’d help your family with the cost of you staying here.”

“...yes, and my family and I are eternally grateful for that.”

“It’s the least I could have done… given everything your family has done for me,” you say softly. The only benefit you’ve ever seen from being your father’s child is that it made it easy for Eunju to get access to treatment when she became ill. It was the first time you’d ever begged and pleaded with him for something. You’d like to think that maybe you got through somehow, but there’s a tiny part of you thinks he may have agreed to get you to leave him alone. “Everything is good, right? The room? The food?”

Eunju laughs a little, “Yes, yes, everything is just fine.”

You pout a tiny bit at her nonchalant answer, but you also know she probably wouldn’t tell you anything different. “...well, if you do need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

She smiles and nods when the both of you hear a knock on the door. A second later it slides open and reveals one of the nurses. She shoots the two of you a smile as she comes in with a tray in hand.

“I’ve brought your lunch!” the nurse says cheerfully, setting the tray down on the overbed table. Then, with a wave she heads back to the door. “I’ll be back to take the tray in about an hour!”

Eunju nods her head and starts to eat. In the meantime, you reach into your bag and fish out a bag filled with strips for making paper stars and busy yourself with making those. After a couple minutes, Eunju starts to finish up so you get up and walk over to the fridge on the other side of the room. You open it and inside is a long row of pudding cups that you bought for Eunju. While they’re not the most healthy treats in the world, the both of you have loved them ever since you were kids. Usually the both of you end up eating one a day. Two if it’s a really bad day.

“Why don’t you give one to Saeran?” Eunju suggests from behind you.

You turn to look at her, “You sure?”

She shrugs, “It’s not like I’m hurting for pudding. Besides, you’re the one who bought them after all.”

You look back at the pudding cups. Somehow, you doubt Saeran’s getting any sweet treats along with his meals outside of fruit. It’s not that fruit is bad, it’s just not the same though… But does he even like pudding? You don’t even know… What if he doesn’t? Would bringing a pudding offend him if he didn’t?

“What’s up?” Eunju asks, interrupting your internal debate.

“...what if he doesn’t like them?”

“What kind of person doesn’t like sweets?” Eunju responds in a matter-of-fact tone. “And on the off chance that he doesn’t, you can just eat it yourself. It’s a win-win, really.”

She has a point. If he likes it, then you’ve done something nice for him and if he doesn’t then you get pudding. You nod a little to yourself deciding that you’ll bring him one later. Then, you grab a pudding for you and Eunju before shutting the fridge. After you hand her one, you take yours back to your chair, popping it open the second you sit down.

You should probably have a proper lunch, but pudding will do for now. Using the tiny spoon that came with the pudding, you take a bite. You don’t know what they put in this pudding but it always tastes so good and before you know it you’re eaten the entire thing. Eunju, on the other hand, seems to be taking her time, she’s about halfway done by the time you finish.

There’s another knock at the door, and you glance in that direction wondering who it is. The door slides open and the person who walks in is Dr. Kwon, Eunju’s doctor. He glances at you first and smiles, “...I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here, should I?”

You bow your head respectfully, “Hello, Dr. Kwon…”

He nods, acknowledging your greeting and turns to Eunju, “And how are you feeling today?”

Eunju puts her spoon down and gives him a smile, “I’m doing well.”

“That’s good.”

He walks a little more into the room and and gives you an expectant look. Realizing that he wants to have a private talk with Eunju you rise from your chair. You shoot her a smile, “I’ll be back later.”

Eunju nods and you give her a small wave, and walk past Dr. Kwon out into the hall, shutting the door behind you. It’d probably be a good time to get lunch or something. You wonder if you should just get something from the hospital cafe or go to one of the nearby restaurants. Both the main entrance and the hospital cafe are in the same direction, so you figure you can think it over as you walk. You’ll pass Saeran’s room too, so maybe you can pop in and say a quick hello. It’d be different to see him during the daytime hours.

But as you start walking you realize that there are a couple people outside of Saeran’s door, one of the nurses and a young man with bright red hair. Too bad. You’ll just have to wait until later to see Saeran. The man talking with the nurse bows a little, looking somewhat apologetic before the nurse says something to him and walks away. You wonder if Saeran was causing problems again. But you didn’t hear screaming so it must have not been too bad.

Hearing your approach, the man turns his head toward you. Now that you can see his face a little better, something about him seems oddly familiar even though you’re fairly sure you’ve never seen him before. Someone like him seems like they’d stand out. You make eye contact and and his expression changes to something akin to recognition. But as you walk past he doesn’t say anything.

At least not at first.

“Excuse me?”

The two of you are the only ones in the hallway now so you’re the only person he can be talking to. You stop and turn around to face him. Now that you’re closer you can see him a little more clearly, and it becomes apparent to you why he looked so familiar.

The hair is different, and the eyes are different, but… this man looks a lot like Saeran.

[mister-lady]

The fic I wrote!!! It was just a messy drabble and as usual I didn't really proof read it so pardon if theres any typos of sorts! Vmdmkggk. Uhmm... hope yall enjoy! It felt really good to finally be able to write again an maybe I'll get a push sometime soon ^w^!! Also ignore the awkward spacing, I write on google docs and whenever I copy and paste it over it does that qwq

Ship: purple stripes (virgil)

Warnings: none, ask to tag

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Matt was on a "secret mission" of stealing his lover's jacket. Reason one: it was very big on him and he felt like a turtle all tucked up in a shell. Reason two: its so..so warm. Reason three: best way to lure someone to giving you gay attention is to take something from them! Gayly. Of course, this wasn't unusual of Matt to do. He actually did it quite often and Virgil became quite used to it at some point, though Virgil never knew how he did it because he doesn't even recall himself taking off his own jacket so he doesn't know how Matt manages to slip away with it! 

It was currently some time around 3am, Matt had been trying to sleep but was too cold to go back to bed and decided to slip off to Virgil's room to snag his coat. Matt walked up to the door, and as he used one hand to grab the doorknob to turn it open, while with his other hand he gently put pressure on the door somewhere between the center of the door and the doorknob so it didn't creak as he pushed it open. He opened it enough just to slip in and paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust. The house was dark at night, but Virgil's room always seemed oddly darker for whatever reason. Once his eyes adjusted Matt caught a glimpse of it loosely hung on the back of a chair. He gently picked it up and tried to hold it open so the zipper didn't clack against anything. As he made his way to tiptoe out of the room he couldn't help but have a last second look at Virgil's peaceful and asleep figure, a smile made its way across his face, and he quickly slipped off and closed the door the best he could behind himself. Matt excitedly pranced off to his room and flopped down on his bed, forgetting to be quiet for a moment in the haste of his successful heist. 

Matt tightly wrapped the jacket around him and put his arms in the sleeves the best he could, but the ends of the sleeves still hung over his hands. Matt held in a giggle bubbling in his chest and quickly zipped up the jacket and bathed in the softness and warmth and scent it brought to him. He carefully traced his hands over the stitched on parts of the jacket, basically having where they were located ingrained in his memory from doing it so many times. Matt readjusted himself into a more comfortable sleeping position and pulled the hoodie over his head, causing it to hang over his eyes a little, and snickered a bit, before quickly drifting off to sleep.

When Matt woke up, he instinctively made his first action to check his clock to see what time it was, and had a mix of happiness and sadness that it was only 9:17am, he had slightly wished he woke up earlier but was glad he didn't wake up around lunch time again. He wiped his eyes and stayed laying down and stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting his body wake up before sitting up; this is when Matt remembered he was wearing the jacket he had taken last night. He stared at it for a moment and pondered his next course of action. He could try to sneakily return it, or he could pretend to act oblivious to the deed that he had done. Matt decided to go with the second option because he thought it would be a funny idea, and would give him more time to wear the jacket anyways.

 Matt got up from his bed, and stumbled a little bit as he made his way towards his door. He crept to the kitchen, and glanced around, confirming that he seemed to be the only one awake so far. He considered making something, but he wasn't fully sure if he was in the mood to make breakfast quite yet. Then, a fun idea popped into Matt's mind, and he quickly scampered to the couch and grabbed his switch controller, and turned on the switch and set up his stuff for playing games. He turned on animal crossing and laid back on the couch belly-up, with his head rested against a pillow that was against the armrest. He partially wanted to get up and grab a blanket, but was too lazy to bother. He smiled as he played and did the daily tasks, losing track of time in the process.

Matt looked up from his game at the distant sound of a door opening, and couldn't help but get a mischievous smile spread across his face as Virgil approached him and sat down at the end of his feet. Matt couldn't stop smiling if he wanted too, he knew what he had done, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. He felt like a cat that had just drank out of its owners glass of water right in front of them. It was a rather great feeling. Virgil didn't really say anything, just gave him a knowing look, causing Matt to giggle a bunch.

"What?" Matt prodded. 

"Couldn't find my jacket this morning." Virgil casually said.

Matt laughed a little, finding the whole thing amusing. "Wonder where it went." He said through giggles.

"Can't say I know." Virgil paused before giving Matt a teasing look. "But would you maybe have a clue where it went?"

"Maybe it evaporated." Matt suggested.

"Right, maybe. Well if you see it let me know." 

"Will do!"

Virgil was about to get up for a moment before hesitating and turning back to face Matt.

"What's with the sudden smug look?" Matt asked before Virgil could speak.

"Nothing, I was just admiring your new jacket. Where'd you get it from? It almost looks a little familiar." Virgil teased.

Matt could feel his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much and so hard. "Dunno, I found it." 

"It looks really cozy.. it'd be a shame if..someone were to..share it maybe?" 

"Can't, it's only made for one person at a time." 

"It barely fits you though!" Virgil pointed out.

"It fits perfectly!" Matt scoffed and held up his arms, showing the sleeves hanging out past his hands, purposely disproving his own point.

"Right, and you look so cold too." 

"I was, then I found this jacket and I'm not cold anymore." 

"And you think I'm not cold?" Virgil light heartedly asked.

"You're always warm, you're like a portable heater." Matt muttered and shyly broke eye contact for a moment.

Virgil crawled ontop of Matt and laid ontop of him and rested his head on Matt's chest. "Fine then," Virgil spoke, "I'll just help warm you up then if you need a jacket like this."

Matt gladly used the opportunity to run his fingers through Virgil's hair. He adored how soft it felt, and it was oddly neatly combed. Matt played with the long stands that would hang infront of his face or the ones that ran down the back of his neck, almost making it look like a funky version of a mullet. He brushed the back of his head, letting his fingers get lost and absent mindedly messed with it. He felt Virgil softly smile against him and his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed. Matt loved seeing Virgil all relaxed and calm, he deserved it.

"It looks kinda funny seeing you not in a jacket… b-but in a good way!!" Matt tried to recover his sad attempt at a compliment.

"Thank you." Virgil replied and softly chuckled.

Matt and Virgil rested in each others company, just simply enjoying the silence together. There was soft music playing in the back from the animal crossing game that Matt had forgotten about, but it was a bonus in the moment. Their breathing slowly fell in sync and there was nothing that could seem to make the moment feel better.

After a while, Matt ended up breaking the silence. "Well… since I have your jacket..guess you gotta give me attention." 

"Is that how it works?" Virgil groggily murmured.

Matt nodded almost a little too eagerly.

"Alright, if you say so, baby."

Matt's brain short circuited for a moment at the pet name, and quickly blushed, but tried to brush it off. "Shush, you're emo and you're gay. Can't imagine being like that."

Virgil laughed at the comment. "Right, cause that doesn't describe you in any form." 

"You're voice is-.." Matt was going to throw out another "insult" that he didn't mean, but hesitated.

"..is?" 

"Its uhm..nice I gues.." Matt's voice quieted towards the end of his sentence and his himself in the jacket.

Virgil wrapped his arms around Matt and snuggled tighter against him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Matt muttered out.

"Have I ever said that you looked cute in my jacket?"

"Okay, since when were you this flirty?" Matt blurted out, his cheeks s rather deep shade of red at this point.

"I like seeing your reaction." Virgil answered.

"Well you better hush before I give you your jacket back." 

"Yeah, cause that would be such a bad thing.."