#she's so cute but the tip of her nose..... no saving it TILT YOUR HEAD DOWN

[1eos]

everyone get that damn lite no fat low calories michael jackson nose and get to tilting their head up in pictures i do not want to get a black eye tumbling down the fucked up slope of your rhinoplasty PLEASE tilt your fucking head down i can’t keep doing this

[stevie-petey]

hi!! can we get a cute fluffy stug blurb to deal with all the angst? your writing is genuinely so incredible i get scared to read a new chapter bc i don’t want to see them suffer but your writing is so so so good it just draws me in completely. I hope you’re proud of come home bc it’s INCREDIBLE i don’t think i’ve read anything related to steve that i love more. and the blurbs?? what else could we ask for omg you’re giving us EVERYTHING

hi dear !! i was savin a fluffy request for when we needed one, and i think after these last few days ,,,, some cute bickering between robin, steve, dustin, and bug is needed.

enjoy <3

"your boyfriends late."

"the bell rang like, five seconds ago."

"hes still late."

robin rolls her eyes at dustin while you shove him off the curb. he yelps in surprise and you snicker. "watch your step, dusty."

"do not call me that." he glares at you, straightening his hat. hes shot up at least three inches since this summer and soon he'll be your height and not so easy to shove onto the street.

"children, please." robin sighs exhaustedly. "i have a four hour shift ahead of me. can we save the arguing for later?"

"she started it!" dustin exclaims, pointing an accusatory finger at you while you point at him and shout, "he started it!"

a car pulls up behind the two of you. "whatever youre arguing about, im on y/n's side."

steve pokes his head out through his rolled down window. hes wearing his stupidly cheesy raybands that youve come to adore. smiling at you, he sends you an air kiss. "miss me?"

dustin thwacks the teens nose, eliciting a very unattractive screech to fall from steves lips. "never do that again."

your brother then gets into the back of the car while you and robin giggle hysterically. she has to clutch onto your arm to avoid toppling over in her laughter. youre no better yourself, snorting with every quick inhale of breath.

"tha' wasn' funny," steve holds his nose while he tilts his head back. hes worried the shithead gave him a bloody nose, but all you and robin can focus on is how nasally his voice is now.

the two of you laugh even harder, and all steve can do is flick you off and pout.

"you guys are assholes." he grumbles, finally starting the car after you and robin collect yourselves.

"im sorry, honey." you press a soft, gentle kiss to the tip of steves nose. "is that better?"

of course your kiss made steve feel infinitely better. but he isnt an idiot. hes aware of the audience in his car. theres no way hes giving dustin and robin even more ammunition against him.

"not answerin' that."

dustin snorts. "oh, so now hes smart not to flirt with you in front of me."

"why are you even in my car?"

"why are you even dating my sister?"

robin raises her hand. "i have an even better question: why am i being driven to my shift that starts in five minutes?"

"thats a great question, robin." your body turns to the one next to you. "steve, care to answer?"

steve waves a sarcastic hand at you, but he pulls out of the school parking lot anyways. you, robin, and dustin cheer. though steves eyebrows are knit in annoyance, you know hes secretly elated as well. its rare to have a day at family video with you and dustin alongside him and robin.

with your shifts at the bookstore and dustins growing fascination with eddie, its nice to just have some time with one another. family video always feels bleaker without the hendersons.

"alright, what has horny heather selected this week?" dustin makes himself at him behind the video counter. long having memorized the systems password, he easily logs into the stores rental catalogue.

horny heather is the name youve given one of family videos most frequent customers. shes an older women with a bizarre fixation for movies with attractive male leads. it wouldnt be so bizarre if it werent for the fact that she regularly rewinds to every single shirtless scene the movies contains.

and every nude scene.

sometimes you hate how much family video knows about its customers.

you plop down next to dustin. "my money is on anything with tom cruise. she seems to have a thing for brunettes."

"and who can blame her?" steve flicks his hair out of his face. "we're obviously the best."

robin throws her jacket at him. "stop drooling over yourself. its unbecoming for a young man."

"dude, you sound like my mom."

"jokes on you. your mom is totally a babe," robin bats her eyelashes at him. "im taking that as a compliment."

steve blanches at this, completely disgusted and offended. he looks at you incredulously. "you hearing this? she just called my mom a babe. thats-thats just so wrong-"

"your mom is pretty hot." you shrug at steve. "sorry, honey. im on robins side."

robin high fives you, snickering in victory. steves jaw drops in pure astonishment. hes speechless. he cant believe youd betray him like this. he cant believe you think his own mother is hot.

dustin looks at the scene before him and shakes his head. you guys are being totally immature. "cmon, guys. thats just wrong."

steve waves his arms out at the kid. "see? thank you, little henderson. god, i cant believe youre the only one here with any sense left-"

"of course, buddy!" dustin smiles wickedly at him. "its silly for y/n and robin to call your mom hot. we all know its really your dad is way hotter."

"what-?" steve gasps for air.

"his broodiness is hot, isnt it?" you grab dustins arm excitedly. "i mean, hes just so stoic. so stern."

robin pretends to faint. "its so... manly."

steve goes to the corner and screams.

which just so happens to be the same corner a poor, old woman is browsing in.

he ends up getting hit with her cane.

its a good day.

[cosmal]

hi <333 perhaps a cute scenario where the reader suddenly gets a nose bleed from stress, maybe remus or sirius helps and takes care of the reader (unrequited love, mutual pining ??) i often get nose bleeds

nosebleeds

summary — sirius worries for you when you get a stress nosebleed.

content — sirius black x reader, nosebleeds!, mentions of blood

Most of the time they come on before you can stop them. You’re never the first to notice them when you’re not alone.

You’re too busy talking to Sirius in a quiet corner of Lily’s living room to notice it.

“She owns four of them, Sirius,” you say, halfway through a giggle. It’s nice because you’ve had an awful week and he has this special way of unwinding you. “Four! They’re so cool.”

He’s reaching into his pocket for a cloth and you don’t take notice. Too busy thinking about how your next-door neighbour has four chickens in her backyard. But then he’s raising his hands to your face and you stop gushing.

“Hey, slow down for a sec, sweetheart,” he says softly. He holds the tissue to your nose and he’s got his other hand at the base of your head. You startle, but not like you should because it’s only him.

“Is my nose bleeding?” you ask. He presses firmer and you wrinkle your face up.

“Yeah,” he says softly. Though he looks like he’s about to panic. “Sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” you say honestly. Your voice a little stuffed up where he has the cloth.

“Can you hold it for me?” he asks and lightens the pressure up a bit for you to know you can hold it.

You blink, nodding robotically. Scrambling to relieve him where he’s got his hands. “Sorry,” you say flustered because he’s got his hands all over you and it’s really hard to focus when he’s also looking at you like that.

You replace his with your own and he smiles sympathetically when blood starts to dribble over your lips and down your chin. You start to heat up with embarrassment, holding a second hand under your face to stop it from dripping on your clothes.

“Wait there,” he says quickly, “I’ll go find something. Can you tip your head back?”

“Does that work?”

“I’m not sure. Might save that pretty top, though.”

“Right,” you say breathlessly. He’s unbelievable.

You stand to the side trying to not make a mess when Sirius returns after a moment. He’s got a wet flannel and some more tissues. There’s a plastic water bottle tucked under his arm.

“Give me those,” he says. He’s being completely serious.

“My bloody tissues?” you ask through a laugh. He smiles and motions for you to hand them over. “Sirius you don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, I’ve dealt with worse,” he says kindly.

You know what he’s implying. He looks after Regulus all the time and Remus like he’s family. This is nothing comparable.

You peel the cotton from your face and are happy when you notice it’s almost stopped completely. They never hurt but there’s always a pressure behind your eyes that’s mostly manageable.

“Here,” he says using a hand to hold your face. You startle again though not as bad as before. Sirius is always touching you but never near your face.

He pushes his thumb into your cheek to tilt your head closer to the window. He starts to dab at your lip where blood's been smeared and you try to stay still. You blink quickly because you can’t help it.

“Sirius, I know how to clean myself,” you say kindly and try not to look him in the eye. Where his tongue is peeking out from between his perfect teeth. “I get nosebleeds all the time.”

“I know,” he smiles quickly and turns to look at you. “But I want to.”

Your skin goes numb where he’s got his hands. You’d assume the dizziness was from your tiring week if Sirius didn’t normally have this effect on you.

He finishes up as best as he can manage and hands you the cloth in case you need it. Handing you the bottle afterwards.

“Drink,” he says softly. You know you shouldn’t argue, you’d expect him to pour the water in your mouth himself if you denied him.

“You’re bossy,” you laugh before taking a sip. The cool water soothes your chest where it slowly makes its way down. You close your eyes for a moment.

“I know you’re stressed," Sirius says with the barest hint of a frown. You wish he wouldn't.

"God, am I that harsh?" you ask and can't help the pathetic laugh you give him.

"I know you get nosebleeds when you're stressed, Y/N," he tells you and it honestly surprises you.

You never told him that. "Oh."

You hold the flannel back to your face like you need to, not because you'd rather busy yourself with something else than feel yourself set alight under Sirius's horribly attentive gaze.

Sirius wipes a mark from your cheek that you missed with his thumb and it strikes your skin like a match against its box. "I wish you'd tell me when you're stressed out, sweetheart."

"I'm okay," you sniffle, letting your hand fall to your side. Your limbs feel heavy, your head even worse. You liked it better before your nose had played up and you were talking about chickens.

"You're nose is bleeding."

"I'm okay, really."

"Y/N..."

"Okay," you giggle, "Sorry. Next time I'm stressed I'll...I'll call you." Any excuse, really.

"Good," he says a little too pleased. "Good, because then I'll have an excuse to come see you."

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Hi! I love your work!

I was wondering if I could request a Miguel O’Hara x chubby female reader. She’s not exactly shy or insecure about her body, and she wears glasses. She meets Miguel in a line for a cafe, she’s reading a classic book while waiting in line and is totally aware of her surroundings(and she’s not even a spider person)

The place is robbed and reader loses her glasses while being held at gunpoint. Spider-Man saves the day, and reader asks where Miguel went.

You don’t have to do this, but if you do and include smut stuff, the reader keep her glasses on please.

Waaait cause why is this so cute😭

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara × Chubby!Reader

Summary: you're standing in a long, slow moving line reading a book and a certain superhero can't keep his eyes off of you

A/N: I tried working on this while I was at work, but my phone is busted and tends to glitch, and it kept uploading while I was in the middle of writing and wouldn't let me put it in drafts. I was so mad LMAO anyways enjoy!

You're standing in line with your nose buried in a novel, finger tips pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose. Call you a cliché for reading in line, but come on, you're getting to the juicest part!

A soft hum push past your plump lips, tongue darting out to moisten the pad of your index finger to help flip to another page. Your eyes indulge the flow of the words, heart quickening as the scene grows mortifying and intense. Will the hero be able to save his lover? Or will he have to make the fatal decision of sacrificing her to save himself?

The line shifts and you take a step forward, peering up for a moment to glance at the menu before returning to your novel.

Yet a tremor racks through your body as you feel a pair of eyes on you. Begrudgingly, you remove your gaze from the pages, looking around to find the source.

And oh.

Standing off to the side is a tall man with dark skin, brown hair, shades adorning his handsome face staring at you. His cheeks darken at getting caught and he looks away, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

A blush rises along your cheeks and you make an attempt to go back to reading your book, moving along with the line, but your head turns slightly to get another peek of the handsome man, pushing your glasses back up.

The man is leaning against the wall, messing around with a gadget on his wrist, and this time, you're the one who gets caught for staring.

But you don't look away.

A small smile appears on your face and you give a little wave with your fingers. The man's eyes widen beneath his shades and he looks away with a small, shy pout, his arm rising a bit to give you a wave back.

You chuckle to yourself, coming up next in line and ordering yourself a iced matcha latte. You now stand off to the side with your book tucked under your arm, a few inches away from the handsome stranger.

"What are you reading?" he said after a long stretch of silence. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing down at you.

The size difference is mind boggling. He stands at 6'9 and you're below 5'5. And he finds it to be cute.

"Oh? This?" you hold the book up, staring at it. Your hand runs over the hard book, smiling. "It's the fourth installment of my favorite series. I'm at the part where the hero is faced with a difficult decision."

The man nods, almost in understanding. "That's a pretty thick book. How many pages is it?"

"Almost one thousand."

"Impressive," he said with a nod, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He's sweating.

"What's your name?" You say with the tilt of your head, finding his shyness to be adorable. You introduce yourself.

"I'm Miguel. Miguel O'Hara," he responds.

"Miguel," you say slowly, testing his name on your tongue. You smile brightly, craning your neck to beam up at him. You hold your hand out. "Nice to meet you, Miguel."

Miguel's large hand engulfs yours to shake, and his entire body heats up from how small and chubby your hand is in yours, and he's nearly reluctant to let go.

He swears he's never met someone so beautiful before. His hands itch to touch your soft, rounded body. His talons threaten to poke out so they can trace along your iridescent stretchmarks that's hidden beneath your clothes. Your kind, happy expression sends butterflies into his stomach and he looks away, taking his hand back and wiping his sweaty palms on his shirt.

"It's nice to meet you, too." It's an honor to have met you, but that would be a weird thing to say to someone he just met.

Miguel's order is placed on the counter and he grabs it, but doesn't leave. "So, um, what are you doing after this?" Please say nothing.

"Probably go back to my apartment and get comfortable in my bed. Got a novel to finish," you laugh, eyes lighting up in delight.

"Ah, I see," Miguel said. He rocks back and forth on his feet, pursing his lips. He doesn't want to intrude on your reading session, but, he wants to see you again. "Do you want to exchange numbers?"

"Huh?" you say, cheeks burning.

His heart jumps in his chest at the sight of your bashful expression. God, how can someone be so cute? He forces himself to ignore the altercation between the cashier and one of the patrons, who's demanding something for free.

"I would like to take you out sometime," he said with a smile, pushing his shades back up the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, I would lo-"

A gunshot rings throughout the coffee shop and everyone screams, ducking down instinctively. As you duck, your bottom accidentally bumps against the wall and you fall onto the ground, glasses and book sliding across the floor.

You try to scramble onto your hands and knees when an arm wraps around your neck and lifts you up onto your feet, and you feel the barrel of gun pressed into the side of your head.

"Dammit! I said give me my free coffee or this bitch gets it!" the man screamed, spit trickling onto your cheek. You groan in utter disgust.

The world is fuzzy and you squint, attempting to find Miguel - he's gone.

"Sir, please! Let her go and we'll make you the coffee!" the cashier said in panic.

"Make it! Make it now!" he screamed.

"All of this over a coffee?" a deep voice called out. Their tongue clicks in disappointment. "Man, you need to get a fucking life."

The man holding you hostage turns to the voice, dragging you along with, and he begins to tremble.

"S-Spiderman?"

In all of his glory, yet fuzzy, stands the protector of Nueva York - Spiderman. He narrows his eyes, cracking his knuckles.

"Let her go, now," he growled.

The man made the mistake of pointing the gun at him, his hand shaking. "G-Go away! I just want some coffee!"

Spiderman thwips a web to the barrel of the gun, clogging it, and takes it from his hand, breaking the gun in half and toss it aside. With the threat neutralized, he takes a step forward. The man eeps and tosses you to the ground, attempting to make a run for it.

As Spiderman deals with the perp, you're on your hands and knees searching around for your lost book and glasses. A whoosh flies over your body and you press yourself down, flinching as you hear the breaking of glass. You army crawl along the floor and eventually find your glasses. You sit back up and place your glasses back on your face, sitting up and blinking.

Spiderman, in your restored vision, is holding the knocked out perp in his arms, and his holding a hand out ot you.

"Are you okay, miss?" he whispers softly, helping you back onto your feet. You stumble a bit and he steadies you with a firm hand on your waist.

"I-I'm fine," you said. You then straighten yourself up, searching around the cafe. "Miguel! My friend, he's tall like you and he's wearing sun glasses. Did you see where he went?"

"I'm sure he's okay," Spiderman spoke with a gentle tone, hand itching to touch your face. He then reaches for a drink and hands it to you. "Don't worry about him. I'm sure a big man like him can take care of himself."

Spiderman walks out with the perp to turn into the police, and you're staring down at the drink in your hand, a number written on the side. Miguel's number. As your heart warms, a smile on your face, you come to a sudden realization.

How did Spiderman know you ordered the iced matcha?

[wysteria-clad]

Finding Dory

paring: William 'Ironhead' Miller x fem! wife! reader

genre: domestic fluff

warnings:

reader is pregnant, is that a warning? oh, and brush your teeth after reading this cause it's so sweet 🧁

a/n:

- you have a three year old daughter with Will, and you are pregnant again

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"Mommy, did you eat a baby?!" her eyes widened.

Were you actually going to eat her toes everytime you pretended to bite and said, 'I'm gonna eat your toes!' but kissed her feet instead?

"No," you chuckle, "There is a baby growing inside my belly."

"Oh," she blinked.

She definitely got her father's eyes.

The moment you entered Will's life, he got glimpses of how beautiful his life can be. When he left military for good this time, things got even better. Domestic life suited him well.

You've been dating him for four years, he wasn't a fool, he didn't waste any more time. Your daughter, was one year and six months old when Will got on his knees and asked you to be his wife—the mother of his child.

You, of course said 'Yes!', earning 'Finally!' 'What took you guys so damn long?!' 'I knew it!' and more congratulations from his friends who grew closer to you like family throughout the years.

"Welcome to the family, Y/n/n!" I knew it two years ago," Benny lifted you off the floor excitedly, making you laugh as he spinned a little. Will watched it with a sweet smile on his face.

You moved into a bigger house for the baby.

And now, you stood in the kitchen of your home explaining to your daughter why your belly is big, while grabbing a snack for your pregnancy cravings.

It was sunday and past three in the afternoon. Warm light peeked into the kitchen through the windows, painting the beige walls of the kitchen a golden yellow.

Will was sleeping. You didn't have the heart to wake him up from his nap, besides he looked so peaceful and cute when he was sleeping.

"A baby like me?"

"Yeah, baby, like you," you booped the tip of her nose with a smile. "Remember when daddy and I said you are gonna have a baby sister or a brother?"

She nodded. "How did you put a baby in your belly?" she poked your belly with her index finger to emphasize her question. Your flowy nightgown accentuated your growing little bump beautifully.

"Uh..Daddy helped me," you said, munching your snack.

Good save, you patted yourself mentally.

She went quiet for full four seconds. Tilting her head slightly to the left, she scrunched her eyebrows adorably.

"Daddy!" she let out a screech, quickly ran out the kitchen. You could hear her little, bare feet padding on the floor as she sprinted towards your bedroom to interrogate her dad on how he 'helped' put a baby in your belly.

You laughed. He can handle it.

.

.

Twenty minutes later, you walked into the bedroom to see your daughter cuddled with your sleeping husband with 'Finding Dory' playing in the background. You resisted the urge to take a picture right then.

But your daughter was awake.

"Shh, mommy! daddy is sleeping!" she whispered, placing a finger over her lip.

"Okay, okay.." you whispered, smiling.

"I asked daddy about the baby, he said he would tell me after this movie ends...," she said, trapped under his giant arm over her tiny body, "but I think he wanted me to nap so I would forget about it."

You stiffled a laugh.

You couldn't resist anymore, you slowly crawled into the bed next to him.

"And she is smart..like you," Will grumbled, half awake.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," you grinned and kissed his forehead.

"Daddy! How did you help mommy with the baby?"

"And she is stubborn too, just like you," he groaned.

"Yeah, tell us, daddy," you joined, laughing.

"I hate you," he threw a pillow at your face.

"I love you too," you leaned over to kiss his lips, with a wide smile.

"Alright, sweetheart.." he propped himself up on his elbow. He looked at your daughter, "I love mommy so much," a pause, "And when you love someone there will be a baby." He silently prayed it would suffice your daughter's curiosity.

"So, I was made with love?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, baby."

You and Will said at the same time.

"Okay." That seemed like a good answer. She smiled happily and went back to watch the movie.

He scooped you and your daughter with both hands, pulling you closer.

Your daughter wanted to be in the middle and you happily obliged. She felt her parents press a kiss on each side of her head.

Will reached out his hand to touch your bump. A soft, knowing smile was on his face. Life with you was soft, sweet and had little wonders.

You smiled, touching his hand with yours. And being with Will was everything you wanted and more.

[allthesmutl0vers]

Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked- Chapter Five

MDNI, 18+, Heavy Smut, Wincest

Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, angst, tension, wincest (Sam/Dean/Half Sister), Extremely Possessive Sam and Dean

Reblogs are always appreciated 🫶💗

Chapter Five

Sam

It’s been two days, and y/n still hasn’t come out of her room. Dean went off on a hunt with our friend Jo the day Dad left and instructed me to stay here and watch over y/n. Not that I mind at all, but it’s been like living with a ghost. Which she will turn into if she doesn’t come out and eat something. 

I knock on her door for the dozenth time and as usual, get no answer. “Y/n?” I knock again. “Come on, open the door, please,” I wait for a response and don’t get one. I crack open her bedroom door and see her sitting on her bed, headphones in her ears and playing on her phone. “Y/n,” I say her name, waving my hand to get her attention.

She looks at me, startled for a moment, before she pulls out her headphones. “Didn’t anyone teach you how to knock?” She quips, bringing her vape to her lips and taking a long drag. 

I chuckle and shake my head. “I did. Maybe don’t keep both headphones in when I knock, and you’ll hear me next time,” I retort back jokingly. “Come eat,” I nod my head toward the hallway behind me. 

“Not hungry,” she snips and rolls her eyes. 

“I seriously doubt that. You’ve been holed up in here for two days. You need your strength if you want to hunt,” I explain to her. 

“Does that mean you have a case?” she asks with a hopeful look on her face. 

I smile and shrug. “Maybe. Come eat and find out,” I chuckle. 

Y/n huffs and stands up from her bed. “Fine,” she says curtly and goes to move past me. “Move,” she demands, looking up at me. 

I purse my lips in a smile, trying not to laugh. She’s so cute when she tries to be intimidating. “Say please,” I tease her. 

Her cheeks turn a shade of pink, and her eyes narrow on me. “Bite me,” she quips.

I lean down to her height, my arm blocking her exit. “Don’t tempt me, little sister,” I respond quietly, my nose almost touching hers. She sucks in a breath, and I all but feel her shudder. “That’s right, y/n. Daddy isn’t the only one who wants to spear you with his cock.”

In the corner of my eye, I see her ball her fists, and she leans in closer to me, our noses touching. “Really? Because I thought you only got speared by Dean’s,” she retorts sarcastically with a smile.

Oh, little girl. Now you’re asking for it.

 I chuckle and grab her throat, pinning her against the wall. She sucks in a breath when I put my lips close to her ear. “Let's see if you’re still smiling when Dean takes your ass while I fuck that tight little cunt.”

Her pulse quickens under my fingers, wrapped around her throat. “You wouldn’t dare,” she challenges me, straightening her back to try to put more distance between us. 

I lean in closer, pressing my body against hers. “Keep being a fucking brat, and you’ll see just how much I dare, little sister. Tell me, did our Daddy fuck that cunt already? Or were you saving it for us?” I ask her, ranking my free hand down her sides to her thighs before cupping her tight little ass in my hand. 

Y/n looks up at me, and her pupils are dilated with arousal. “Fuck you, Sam,” the soft moan betrays her harsh words as it escapes her lips. 

I chuckle softly my hand moves from her throat to her supple lips, dragging the bottom one down with the tips of my thumb. “Soon, little sister. Soon,” I respond, staring into her eyes. “But first, I want you to behave and come eat something. Can you do that for me?” I ask her, thumbing her bottom lip. 

Y/n nods once, keeping her eyes locked on mine like a good girl. “Yes,” she responds, barely above a whisper. 

“Good girl,” I praise her softly, removing my hand from her ass and moving it up to her waist. I pull her chest to me, holding her body close to mine. Y/n whimpers softly at my praise, and I tilt her head up by her chin. Dean will be pissed at what I’m about to do, pissed I did it first, but I just can’t bring myself to care in this moment. I’ll take the punishment he gives me, just as I’ll take y/n’s lips now. 

I press my lips to hers. Sweet and supple, just as I imagined. Her body gives in to my hold, and she melts under my touch. I feel her hands rest on my hips, just above the waistband of my jeans. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss. My tongue slips between my lips, and she opens hers, allowing me inside her mouth without a fight. I groan into her mouth, my tongue running over the roof of her mouth, devouring her as if this kiss will be our last. But it won’t be. That much, I’m sure of. This is just the beginning. 

When our lips finally part, y/n’s eyes flutter open, her eyes hooded and her grip on my hips tight. She wants more, and I want nothing more than to give it to her. But right now, she needs to eat, and then we need to meet Dean at the Roadhouse. 

“Come on, little sister,” I tell her, kissing her lips one more time, softly this time. She nods and follows me out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. 

Y/n

I like the Roadhouse. When Sam described it on the way here, he made it sound like some dirty biker, or I guess dirty hunter bar, but it’s anything but that. Sure, it’s not The Forum back home, but it’s not filthy. It’s a hole in the wall, a reprieve for hunters from all over the country. Pool balls clack against each other, and old-school rock and roll plays from the speakers that line the ceiling. The scent of cigarettes, liquor, and spilled beer permeates the air. 

I make my way to the pool tables on one side of the bar as Sam and Dean talk with Jo and her mom, who I briefly met when Sam and I arrived. She owns the bar and seems nice enough. But I need a break from my brothers, especially after Sam got me to give in so easily to him. He said he’d fuck me soon, and I don’t know if the thought makes me more scared or turned on. 

I basically fucked my dad already. Am I really about to give it up for my brothers? I push the thought from my mind as I pick up a pool cue and head to an empty pool table. I rack the balls and chalk my cue before lining up to break. I lean over the table and pull my cue stick back, I get it just how I want it before thrusting it forward, breaking the racked balls. The loud clacking fills my ears, and I watch proudly as four balls fall into the sockets. Two solids and two stripes. 

“You’re a Hell of a shot,” a man says behind me. I stand up and turn around, coming face to face with a handsome man. 

“Thank you,” I smile sweetly. He really is attractive. Tall, black hair and deep hazel eyes, “You play?” I ask the stranger. 

The handsome stranger smiles and nods. “As a matter of fact, I do,” he says, picking up a cue stick from the wall behind him and setting his beer down on a table. “What’s your name?” he asks, walking back over and standing in front of me. 

I smile and offer him my hand. “Y/n. you?” I ask as he shakes my hand. 

“Roy. But you can call me whatever you want, y/n,” he chuckles and licks his bottom lip. “You here by yourself?” he asks cooly.

I look over at the bar and see Sam and Dean staring me down. I smile when I see Dean’s jaw tick with anger and Sam grip the bar counter so hard his knuckles turn white. I turn back to Roy and smile. “Entirely,” I flirt. If Sam and Dean can fuck around, so can I. 

“Lucky me,” Roy responds, looking me up and down. “Thought a pretty little thing like you would be here with someone. I watch him take in my ripped skinny jeans and tight black crop top. 

“Guess it’s your lucky day,” I flirt and turn around to the table. I look at Roy over my shoulder and wink. “You’re solids.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Roy responds and skims his fingers over the exposed small of my back as he moves around me to take his shot. 

A few moves later, I’m in the lead, having a great time. Roy is cute, and he’s a good time. I’m laughing at a joke he tells me when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see its a text from Dean. 

Dean: Get over here.

I roll my eyes and respond. 

Me: I’m in the middle of a game.

His response comes through almost instantly. 

Dean: Y/n. I mean it. Get away from him.

Me: Why? 

I can’t help the curiosity. Is he jealous? Is this just the whole ‘protective big brother’ bit? 

Dean: Because I fucking said so. Has he touched you?

I roll my eyes and respond. 

Me: Like Daddy did? No. But I think I might let him. He’s cute, don’t you think?

I smirk at my response and shove my phone back in my pocket. I feel it buzz again, but I ignore it and go back to my game. 

“Everything okay?” Roy asks as I take my shot, getting a ball into a corner pocket. 

“Yeah, everything is fine,” I shrug as I line up my next shot. I take it, and it goes in a side pocket. I stand up and smile at Roy. “Just the eight ball left,” I flirt as I line up my shot. 

“Beautiful, good at pool, and can handle your liquor? How did I get so lucky?” Roy flirts with a smile. 

I smile and look over his shoulder to look at Sam and Dean at the bar, but they’re not there anymore. 

“Your luck ends here,” I hear Sam say behind me. I roll my eyes and turn around to a very angry Sam and Dean. 

“Excuse me?” Roy chuckles and puts his arm over my shoulders. “Do you know these guys, y/n?” Roy asks me. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” I huff, annoyed. “They’re my brothers.”

“Take your hands off of my sister before I take them off of your body,” Dean threatens Roy.

“Leave me alone, Dean,” I bite back at Dean. “I’m not your damn property.”

Dean grabs my arm and leans into my ear. “Get your ass outside. Or so help me God, I will bend you over this pool table and show you and everyone in here just how much my property you are,” Dean seethes in my ear before he pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Now.”

I pull out of Roy’s grasp with a huff and flip my hair over my shoulder before storming off. I hate to let Dean win, but I don’t doubt for a second that he wouldn’t do what he said. Fucker is psycho. I walk outside and over to the Impala parked in the parking lot with Sam on my heels. I open the back door when Dean walks out, wiping off his hands. I  sit down in the back seat and slam the door for good measure. Dean hates it when people do that, but fuck him. I was having a good time and as usual, he ruined it. 

If I weren’t so pissed at John for leaving me high and dry, I’d text him and tell him to pick me up. God, I can’t fucking wait until I’m eighteen.

Sam and Dean get in the car, and Dean starts the engine. I look out the window, refusing to meet either of their eyes as Dean pulls out of the Roadhouse and gets on the highway. 

“Stay away from Roy, y/n,” Sam says a while later, finally breaking the silence. 

I scoff. “Why? Because he’s not my brother?” I retort sarcastically. 

Sam and Dean look at each other before Sam turns to look at me from the front seat. “Because he beat his last girlfriend.”

My eyes narrow, and my stomach swirls with nausea. “What?” I ask, wondering if he’s telling the truth. 

“He threw her through a window,” Dean adds flatly. 

I swallow hard. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy. He was sweet and funny, but I guess that’s how it always starts, according to Dateline and Snapped. 

Dean pulls off the highway and onto a deserted side road and shuts off the car. He and Sam get out, and I follow them, wondering if we got a flat tire or if they saw something moving in the dark of the trees. 

“What’s going on?” I ask, following Sam and Dean to the hood of the car. They move to stand on either side of me, and I feel small under their watchful and hungry gaze.

“Remember when I said ‘soon?’” Sam asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder. I nod once.

“Welcome to soon, princess,” Dean says, pulling me against his chest and making me gasp. 

“Dean,” I say his name almost like a prayer. Whether it’s for him to stop or continue, I’m not sure anymore. All I know is that between the liquor I had and the feeling of his chest against mine, I’m not angry anymore. I didn’t really want Roy. He was a distraction, a fun one, but not who I wanted. 

Dean’s hand runs up my back and latches onto the back of my neck. “Don’t fight it anymore,” he tells me with a hunky voice. “You want us, y/n. Just let yourself admit it.”

I want them.

“Out loud,” Sam says behind me. I feel his hands on my hips as he presses his body into mine. His hardened cock presses into my lower back. 

Dean leans in, his lips an inch from mine. “I want this,” I whisper. That’s all Dean needs to clasp his lips on mine, devouring me whole and forcing a moan from my throat as he kisses me harder. His hand moves from the back of my neck and latches onto my hair, pulling it as he kisses me harder. 

I feel Sam kiss my shoulder before I hear a ripping sound and the cool night air on my breasts as my shirt falls from my body. I lift my arms and drape them around Dean’s shoulders as Sam reaches around and cups my breasts, squeezing them as he kisses and nips my neck. 

“Her jeans, Sammy,” Dean instructs as he breaks our kiss. 

Sam kisses the shell of my ear, and I feel his breath on my neck. “Mm, on it,” Sam groans softly as his hands move down my body to my jeans. 

“What if someone sees?” I ask Dean, not really sure if I care. 

Dean chuckles darkly and pulls out his gun. “Then it’ll be the last thing they see,” he says as he places it on the hood of the Impala. I feel Sam pull my jeans down my legs, and I step out of them as Dean unbuckles his belt. “Lay down on the hood, princess.”

I move to the hood, sitting on it in just my thong as Sam and Dean look at me with hunger. Dean pulls down his jeans and boxers, and his long cock springs free as pre-cum dots the tip. Fuck, he’s huge. Dean moves between my knees and pulls my thong down before spreading my legs. “Fuck, look how wet our little sis is, Sammy,” Dean says with a wicked smile on his lips. 

I look over at Sam, who has freed his cock as well. It’s long and thick in his hand as he strokes it, his jeans and boxers fully removed and lying on the roof of the Impala. “I want to see her dripping,” Sam says huskily, biting his lower lip. 

Dean grabs my ankles and pulls me down the hood so he’s nestled between my thighs. “Mm, I think we can make that happen,” Dean says, licking his bottom lip. “Is that what you want, princess?” Dean asks as his thumb finds my clit without even looking. 

“Fuck,” I moan softly, watching Dean play with my clit. 

“Is that a yes, princess?” Dean asks as he leans down. 

“Y-yes. Fuck, yes,” I moan as Dean’s tongue lands on my clit, and his fingers circle my entrance before pushing inside. I moan again when Sam’s lips land on mine, taking my moans for himself. His hands cup my breasts again, and Dean wraps his free arm around my thigh, burying his face in my pussy as he thrusts his fingers in and out. 

The overstimulation of both of their attention drives me wild, pushing me closer to the edge of climax faster than I’ve ever experienced before. 

Sam pulls back, breaking the kiss. “Fuck, those lips,” he groans softly. “Let’s see what else that mouth can do besides talk back,” he says, pulling back and bringing his long, thick cock to my mouth. I open my mouth, accepting him as his cock slides inside. I close my lips around his shaft and stroke where I can’t reach with my mouth. “Goddamn,” Sam moans with an open mouth, his head tilting forward to watch me suck his cock. 

Dean pulls back, and I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Dean grabs my hips and pushes himself inside of me. I moan loudly around Sam’s cock as Dean’s cock stretches me to accept his large size. “So fucking tight, God,” Dean groans as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in faster, making me whimper and my legs begin the shake. “Such a good little slut, taking both of her big brothers at once,” Dean praises and degrades at the same time. 

“Her mouth,” Sam moans, gripping my hair with his hands and pushing further down my throat, making me gag. “That’s it, little sister. Gag on my cock.”

Dean grips my hips harshly, thrusting into me faster and harder, and Sam matches his speed on my throat. Dean moves one hand up to my throat and squeezes. “Fuck, Sammy. I can feel your cock in her throat,” Dean groans and thrusts into me harder, making me moan louder as tears fall down my cheeks and land on the hood of the Impala. 

Sam moans and puts his hand over Dean’s on my throat. “I want your cock, Dean,” Sam moans, locking eyes with Dean over me. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck your tight ass, Sammy?” Dean teases as he thrusts into me again. 

Sam moans, and I feel his cock twitch in my throat. “Yes, God, yes. Fuck me, Dean,” Sam begs Dean.

“Then get your cock in her pussy,” Dean demands as he pulls out of me at the same time as Sam. I whimper and stutter a cough at the loss of their cocks inside of me. I can’t believe I’m going to watch Dean fuck Sam as Sam fucks me. 

Sam lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and slowly sheathes himself inside. His cock is thicker than Dean’s and stretches me impossibly wide. I whimper as he slides inside to the hilt, and he leans over my body, sliding out and back in a little faster. “You like that, little sister?” Sam asks huskily as he thrusts in again. “You like your big brother’s cock filling your sweet little cunt?”

“Yes, yes, Sammy,” I moan as Dean lines himself up with Sam’s ass, using his spit and my wetness as lube. I watch their faces as Dean slides into Sam, and they both moan. They sync their thrusts, and Sam matches Dean’s pace as he thrusts in and out of me. “God, this is so fucked up,” I moan as Dean reaches around Sam and rubs my clit while he fucks Sam’s ass. 

“But you fucking love it,” Dean moans. “You love your brothers fucking each other while they fuck you, don’t you?” Dean groans and rubs my clit faster. 

I reach above me, clawing at the roof of the Impala, desperate to hold onto something as my orgasm comes rushing at me like a train. “Yes!” I moan loudly as my eyes start to roll back in my head. 

Sam grabs my face by my cheeks and forces me to look at him. “Who do you belong to?” He demands as he and Dean thrust harder. 

“Y-You,” I pant as Dean’s thumb tortures my clit. 

“Damn right,” Dean moans as he uses his pointer finger to flick my clit impossibly fast. 

“Ahh!” I cry out. “Fuck, p-please,” I beg as the tether inside of me begins to fray.

“Please, what?” Sam groans as his cock twitches inside of me again.

“I- I need…to cum,” I beg, my legs shaking around Sam’s waist. 

“Then fucking do it,” Dean moans. “Fuck, I’m going to cum too,” he moans louder. 

I cry out in a scream as my orgasm rips through my body, and Sam and Dean thrust once more and moan loudly. I feel Sam spill himself inside of me, and his cum drip from my entrance. 

When our breathing has settled, Dean withdraws his cock from Sam, and Sam withdraws his cock from me. Dean removes his shirt and slides it over my body, kissing me softly. “Nobody ever touches you besides us again, you understand me?” He says seriously as he cups my cheeks. 

“Yes, Dean,” I whimper softly. Dean nods and kisses my forehead before lifting me into his arms and sliding me into the middle front seat between him and Sam in the Impala. I’m completely worn out as Dean drives us the rest of the way back to the bunker. My first time with them was perfect, not just perfect. 

Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked. 

But perfect rolls off the tongue better.

Chapter Six

[riddles-n-games]

Say It First

"I love you."

Avery blinked. “What?”

“I said I love you.” 

She looked at him and wondered if she was hearing things. “A-Are you sure? You do know you what you’re saying, right? We haven’t been that long together, you don’t need t-”

“I’m sure. I’ve never been more certain, Heiress,” he said, his tone firm and steady. In my whole life. He’d never been more sure about anything or anyone in his life up to this point than her. She felt right, she fit into his complicated world as the most perfect piece in the puzzle and it had sent his heart racing when he first realized. But, some thoughts could be saved for a later date.

Avery was trying to smile but looked in disbelief, laughing nervously, “Jameson, I-”

“It’s okay, Avery. You don’t need to say it back if you aren’t ready.” 

She looked at a loss for words, struggling to respond. “But, I-You…”

He huffed amusedly. Avery Kylie Grambs, his wisecrack and dry-humored girlfriend, speechless.  “Aves, it’s okay. You don’t need to say anything. I just wanted to let you know where I stand because I am certain about you. Us. There’s no need for you to rush.”

“I know, I just…” 

“Heiress, I’m ready to wait.” His words were gentle, soft. It was so unlike him but it was soothing and didn’t that make her heart clench. 

She looked him in the eyes and was shocked at the unwavering sincerity they held. It was like she was held still, wrapped in an emerald cocoon when she saw herself in them. When he spoke again, his voice felt like a distant echo. “Don’t say anything you might regret. I would rather you take your time and save it for a different occasion than feel like you’re being pressured when you might not mean it yet.”

Slowly, she zoned back in and once she did, frowned, a bit upset with herself. Her gaze fell to his chest. “Yeah, but I…”

Jameson continued, “I’m not afraid to wait. You’re the one I want. It’s just that I want you to mean it when you do say it.” 

Avery looked back up, letting out a relieved breath as she hugged him. “Thank you,” she mumbled into his neck. He closed his eyes and buried his nose into her hair, the scent of faint grapes and apples wafting her locks. “You’re welcome.”

When they pulled away, her lips were pursed and brows pinched, an apology written all over her face. “I’m really sorry for not being able to say it now. You deserve that. I’m just still, you know…” She waved her hands around. “New to this.”

“I know, Heiress. I know. And I’m not judging you for it.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. When he pulled away, Avery blushed. The pink was spreading over her skin. Jameson smirked; she looked cute with her flushed cheeks. She hid her face into his shirt and he laughed but put an arm around her waist. For a moment, she was safe before his laughter subsided and he cupped her jaw, tilting her head up but before she could register, his lips were on hers. Her hand fisted the wool of his pullover and returned the kiss.

It would be okay. As long as she was his and he was hers, they would be good. In fact, they were just beginning and what a beautiful love story it would be.

Us against the world.

A/N: Hi, this is a short fic about Jameson telling Avery he loves her for the first time, a request by anon. You can see the headcanons under the original ask. Hope you enjoyed!

[im-robins-bitch]

Sculpt me like one of your greek girls (r.b x gn!reader)

Or, Robin and her girlfriend have a sleepover during which Robin tries to get her own back for her girlfriends previous teasing. Reader is hopelessly lovesick. Illusions to smut. 2.8k of tooth rotting fluff. (Thank you anon for the request)

(Implied thigh riding, fingering, pussy spitting but no actual smut. Readers genitalia not mentioned ) 

Waiting for Robin to finish her late shift at Family Video was like waiting for paint to dry, the second dragged and minutes felt like hours. Your bag was already packed and left near the door, waiting as eagerly as you for the clock to hit 8 pm.  

You packed lightly, in hopes Robin would offer you something of her own to wear when you arrived. You already had one of her jumpers tucked into a drawer in your bedroom already, but it just wasn’t cutting it anymore. The smell was fading, the spiced orange of her shower gel was gone, and now just a hint of her vanilla and sandalwood perfume remained. Soon you would need to give it back to her, but not until you found yourself a replacement. 

The minutes moved quicker as you thought about your girlfriend. Daydreaming about her shuffling around the store and filing away movies. Your fantasies switch to dreams of her coming home to your shared apartment. You would cover her face in kisses as she arrived before ushering her away to change so she could come and eat the dinner you lovingly made for her. 

Even 30 minutes later, waiting on Robin’s doorstep you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. One day you might be saving to get an apartment with your girlfriend. You were vibrating with excitement on her front step when she opened the door.

Robin was just as eager to see you, you didn't even get a chance to say hi before she tugged you inside and pushed you back against the door.

She had changed from her family video uniform, the tie and button-up shirt that had been torturing you earlier switched to a baggy band-camp t-shirt. Her slacks were replaced by a pair of familiar boy shorts you had stuck your hands into countless times. 

She was looking down at you, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. Her blue eyes were nothing short of dreamy as they looked into yours. Yves Klein might have been the original blue enthusiast, but every day you looked into her eyes you were brought closer and closer to matching his obsession. 

You gave her a soft kiss, pathetically desperate for her after four hours apart. You were greeted by the sweet taste of chocolate, giving her away. She must have been dipping into the snacks before you arrived. She was so cute.

You loved her. 

She pulled away from you and the orange light of her hallway backlit her hair so it glowed like the sun. She didn’t move too far away, her nose was still pressing against yours. “Hi” She whispered breathlessly though your kiss was only chaste.

“Hi” You grinned back. It was ridiculous how one word from Robin could make you feel like a stuttering middle schooler all over again. 

“I’m still mad at you” She grumbled, despite pecking your lips once again. You savoured the fleeting touch. 

You raised your brows tauntingly, arms moving to hang over her shoulders and to pull her in closer. “Oh?” Her arms wrapped around your waist, one daring to go under your t-shirt, her fingertips brushing teasingly at the small of your back. You could feel the roughness of her fingertips, toughened from dedicated hours playing the trumpet. “I guess you’ll have to punish me then” You whispered, far too pleased with yourself. 

Robin grinned devilishly and leant forward. Her breath puffed out against your lips, even just the feeling of air she had breathed sent shivers down your spine. She leaned close, her lips only a hairsbreadth away from yours, you tilted your head and tried to get closer but her hands moved quickly, holding your face and stopping you. “Guess so” 

You put more of your weight against the door, waiting for the familiar press of her body against yours, the scrape of teeth against your neck, the feel of her lips suckling around the exposed skin of your chest, anything. Instead, she was turning away, leaving you desperate and waiting. 

“C’mon movies waiting” She beckoned.

To be honest, you had forgotten you were watching a movie, you had hoped from Robins's state in the store earlier she had to. As you made the small trek from the front door to the living room Robin was completely silent. 

It was suspicious, normally she would have almost spoiled the movie multiple times by now. Instead, she was sitting all coy on the sofa, patting the spot next to her and lifting her arm invitingly. 

“What movie is it?” You asked as you settled in, your chin perching on her chest so you could look up at her. The TV set illuminated her face in such a way that it made her nose even more kissable, which you hardly thought possible. You were hoping it wasn’t labyrinth, not that you didn’t love the film, it was just that it was impossible to distract her from it. 

“Once Upon a Time in America” You furrowed your brows, she was definitely up to something, she hadn’t even rambled for five minutes about the plot or the characters. The film was ringing some bells, but you didn’t know why. Until you took a glance at the open box on the coffee table and realised there was another VHS in the case. 

“How long is it?” You asked. Her eyes didn’t leave the TV and she stiffened against you. 

She coughed into her hand and mumbled her response so you barely caught it. “Almost four hours.” 

Your jaw dropped as you stared up and her as she finally looked down at you. She was smirking at you! Smirking! This was her plan? Get you all hot and bothered and then force you to wait for four hours for the movie to finish? It was cruel, it was torturous! Her victorious smirk was so hot you wanted to jump her bones. Your sweet Robin going to make you suffer the way you had made her. Robin licked her lips quickly before pressing one chaste kiss to the very corner of your mouth. The pitiful whine that left your throat from the action made her grin widen. 

“Robin please I’m sorry” She wanted to be shocked at the way you crumbled so easily, it hadn’t even started yet and you were already begging. She expected more of a fight, you usually had a bit more patience than that. She was just as needy though, it had been a long week without you. She couldn’t deny that her own self-restraint was crumbling, it had been since she opened the door. She was already regretting her plan.

She pulled you up and over her thigh, watching your frown morph into a smile of realisation as you settled. Your legs clenched between hers and you couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation as she looked up at you with those cerulean eyes. It was no secret how much you adored her creamy thighs you spent an entire summer admiring them when the two of you had first been introduced. 

As you looked down at her you were reminded of the Greek statues you had seen pictures of in art class. How their draping gowns would emphasise the female form, the curves and dips of the human body in a way that made your younger self yearn for something you still didn’t quite understand. Now you did, now you had Robin who was everything you never thought you could have and more. You wished you had the skill to sculpt her, to capture everything, even the tiniest dimple, forever. You settled for capturing her lips in your own, whining as she tensed her thigh in response. 

“How many times do you think I can make you cum before we have to put in the second VHS?” If anyone else had said this they would be smirking at you, eyes raking up and down your body to complete the seduction. Robin was looking up at you, her eyes were blown wide, freckles dusted pink with her lips stretched into a large grin. 

You adored her. 

.

You giggled like school girls as you both stumbled to her room with matching shaking legs, leaning on each other for support the other could barely offer. The second VHS laying abandoned on the coffee table.

You loved her bedroom, it was always a little messy and filled with trinkets and photos. Her trumpet stood proud on her desk next to a couple of awards and photos from recitals. Her bed had to be your favourite feature of the room, cuddling with Robin was a comfort that couldn’t be trumped, but being swaddled in her soft blankets and enveloped by her scent was a close second. 

You pushed Robin down onto the bed. Her hair, already mused from the previous activities, fanned out around her head onto her pillow. Her lips were swollen and kiss-bitten. The front of her t-shirt was tucked into the front of her cotton shorts in her rush to get re-dressed.

You untucked her t-shirt, kissing the slither of tummy it exposed as you did so. She squirmed in response, still a little sensitive. Your fingers brushed the little pudge of her tummy once more, touching her over her shirt this time. You pressed a trail of kisses from her naval to her neck, basking in her signs of contentment. “You’re so pretty Rob” You mumbled against her ear. You wrapped some of her hair around your fingers and scratched at her scalp. It was a little sweaty, but you would happily join her in the shower to wash it. 

“You’re beautiful,” She says, the words puffing out from her lips like clouds. Her mind was a haze from the way your lips felt grazing against her. “Like, so beautiful, like I forgot to tell you but you looked so nice today and you smelt so good and I wanted to tell you but dingus was yelling for me before I could. Not that you don’t always dress nice, but i just thought you looked extra nice”

You’re laid out on top of her, legs on either side of her own, chest pressed to chest. She squeezes your ass which you know is her signal that she’s finished her rambling. “You need to stop wearing those shirts to work” 

“What” Her tone is mildly upset, even if she tries to hide it and you quickly explain what you meant. 

“Couldn’t stop staring at you! Your throat all on display like that, just begging to be marked up. It’s unfair Rob, was thinking about you all day!”

“I-I-”

“I’m afraid someones gonna steal my girlfriend when you go out looking that good” You know you’ve really flustered her because her blush goes down her neck and you bet it’s coloured the tips of her ears too. 

“No one’s gonna steal me” She placates as if it’s something you were seriously worried about. She starts to sit up a little and despite how sweet it is that she’s consoling you about your none existent worries you whine a bit at how it’s disrupted your comfortable position. 

You bite back your complaints however when she takes your face in her hands, she’s all serious as she looks into your eyes and suddenly you're the flustered one. “I love you” She stated plainly, emphasising her point with a firm kiss to your lips. 

It stuns you to silence for a second. Just how simple her argument against her going off with someone else is. She says she loves you like it’s a fact that can’t be changed. “I love you” You promise back. Her toothy smile is a treasure. She looks the picture of unrivalled happiness. 

You love her, she loves you and nothing else matters. In this little bubble everything is ok, as long as you have each other you have everything you need. You pepper loud wet kisses all over her face until she’s giggling. You tilt your head in her hold to kiss her palm and then lick her hand just to hear her laugh again. She pulls it away and wipes it against the duvet in mock disgust. “Gross! 

“Your fingers were just in my mouth like 20 minutes ago!” You argue. 

“That's different” She insists. 

You move off of her and roll away from her a little so you can cross your arms. “And I spat all over your-”

“Stop!” She shrieks, her own laughter betraying her. You turn on your side to find her already looking at you, she looks a little bashful at being caught but doesn’t look away. You hold your hand out to her as a peace offering and she takes it.

The week had been tough without you, you were her safe space, someone she could always rely on to be whatever she needed. You listened to her rambles without judgement and rarely cut her off, unlike other people. You always told her the truth, even if it sometimes wasn’t what she wanted to hear, softening the blow with kisses and your hand swirling patterns down her back. You encouraged her dreams and supported her in any way you could. You even used to go back to the school and watch her perform with the band, despite graduating the year before. 

 She plays with your fingers, sliding her rings back and forth, transferring them from her fingers to your own and then back again. It's then that you notice her chipped nail polish. 

“Want me to re-paint your nails?” You ask her. Back when you were ‘just friends’ it was something you would offer constantly, using any excuse to hold her hand.

She looks at you nervously, twirling her rings around your fingers. “Maybe you could paint them tomorrow? And you could stay over then too, I mean you don’t have to, but if you want to…I just missed you” The timid look she gives you stuns you for a moment because you’re sure you’ve looked nothing but lovesick all night. 

You shuffle closer to her, your hands crushed between your bodies as you get as close as you can. You kiss her softly. You can feel the indents your teeth left behind earlier. You swipe your tongue across the marks to soothe them. 

“I missed you too, so much. I would love to stay, I want to stay with you forever” You confess, you quickly debate whether or not you want to admit what you’re about to say next. You love her so much that you sometimes worry that you’ll never find a way to express it. No pencil could capture how she makes you feel, no sculpture could express the extent of your love for her.“You want to know what I was thinking about before I came here?” You whisper.

She nods eagerly, shifting your hands so she’s cradling them to her face, pressing the occasional kiss to each knuckle. “I was dreaming about what it would be like when we have our own place.”

When, when we have our own place. Robin preens at the lack of speculation. You want to have a place with her, you will have a home with her. It’s a promise. Your fingers brush against hers as her eyes begin to water. 

“How I won’t need to steal your jumpers anymore, because they’ll be mixed in with all mine” Robin takes a deep breath. 

“How I’ll straighten your tie in the mornings and cook you dinners when you get home later than me” Robins's heart stutters in her chest. 

“And when you’re home before me” You inch closer to her, lips brushing against hers. She wonders if you can hear her heart hammering against her rib cage. “I’ll come through the door and I’ll yell ‘ Honey, I’m home,” Robin knows it’s cheesy but she can’t help the wheezy breath and the tears that escape from her eyes. She was a gay woman in a small town and she knew she was never promised the same kind of love Steve could find so easily, but here it was. Here you were. 

Your body is pliant as she pulls you as close as she can, dropping your hands in favour of clutching onto your face desperately. Here you were, unravelling her like string, telling her dreams she hadn’t dared to even hope for.

“I’m going to marry you Robin Buckley, I know it might not be possible right now, but one day I will. I promise”

Try as she might Robin could never win, you would always be the biggest tease. 

She wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Masterlist

[adrift-in-thyme]

@zelinkcommunity

Happy Valentines @cooking-with-hailstones! 💖 Hope you enjoy this little fic

Lullaby | T | OoT Zelink

Ao3

Zelda can’t remember the last time she was as exhausted as she is right now.

Perhaps, she has never been. After all, years of relentless training, and even defeating Ganondorf seem to pale in comparison to what she has just done.

“This is the fight of your life, love,” the midwife had said when the contractions had begun in earnest and she had squeezed Link’s hand so hard it was likely painful. And she’d been right.

It had been excruciating, exhausting, an endless battle she wasn’t certain she could win. But Link had been there the entire time, fingers entwined with hers. And though she had hardly noticed when he coaxed sweat-soaked tendrils of hair from her face or murmured reassurances, his presence had been an immeasurable comfort.

He squeezes her hand now, and she turns to him with a small smile.

“How’re you feeling?”

She sighs, letting her gaze slip back to the little bundle cradled in her arms. Even after everything she’s seen and endured, she still finds it incredible that their love created something so wonderful.

Their newborn daughter, Zelda Saria Hyrule.

“Tired,” she breathes, “and sore. But looking at her now, it was all worth it.”

It’s true. The worst of the pain is no more than a distant memory, now that she is here with the man she adores and the child she already loves.

She would do it all again in a heartbeat—saving Hyrule, training to be Sheik, enduring the agony of childbirth— if it meant getting to this same point. And she would do it all happily.

“She really is something else, isn’t she?” Link murmurs, awe, and adoration practically dripping from his voice. “I think she has your eyes.”

Zelda tilts her head, thoughtfully. “Mm, maybe. I think she has your nose.”

Link leans forward and regards their child scrutinizingly. “No, no definitely not. It’s too tiny and cute.”

“Oh, all right.” She chuckles. “But I like your nose!”

Link looks unimpressed. “It’s gigantic, and you know it. I could’ve killed Ganondorf with it.”

Zelda can’t help the laughter that bubbles up in her. But the jostling wakes Saria from her peaceful slumber, and she begins to cry, in desperate high-pitched tones.

“Oh, dear.”

She lifts the baby up and sets her against her shoulder, patting and shushing gently. Her efforts do little to calm her.

“You know,” she manages over the ruckus, “I’m realizing now that I know next to nothing about comforting a baby.”

Link chuckles. “Neither do I. I was raised by a tree.”

Zelda sighs, as Saria’s wails only grow louder and Link’s expression comes to mirror her own desperation.

“This is going to be harder than it looks, isn’t it?”

He nods. “It certainly seems that way.”

A princess who lost her parents too soon and a fairy boy raised by a tree. Zelda has the urge to laugh. Certainly, no one ever pegged them as being prime parent material.

She wonders if Impa has any tips she’d be willing to give. She must have figured something out in order to raise a young girl in a war-torn world and teach her to be a warrior.

“You know what?” Link pipes up, suddenly, and when Zelda turns to him, a little grin has brightened his face. “I’ve got an idea.”

He fishes his ocarina from its place strapped to his belt and lifts it to his lips. Seconds later a familiar tune weaves itself through the air.

Almost instantly, Saria quiets, wails turning to sleepy coos.

Zelda gives a quiet chuckle of relief and sags back against the pillows. Who would’ve thought a simple song would be enough to soothe their child?

Though, it’s not just a simple song at all, is it? She thinks, with a smile. It’s really quite special.

The music washes over her in waves, bringing years-old memories with it. Mother humming as she tucked her into bed, Father teaching her to play it on the ocarina, a little fairy boy listening attentively as she entrusted him with the melody that could unlock almost any door.

…including the one to her heart.

As the last notes fade, she reaches out and takes Link’s hand.

“You’re going to be a wonderful father,” she murmurs.

Grinning, he leans forward and gives her a peck on the cheek.

“And you are going to be the best mother in all of Hyrule.”

Zelda hums. She isn’t too sure about the truth of that claim yet, but she is beginning to think that maybe, just maybe they’ve got this.

After all, they’re together. And when they’re together there is nothing they can’t do.

[creamsickle-writes]

Purebred: Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader x Vinsmoke Sanji

Tags: nsfw, petplay, oral sex, humiliation, vaginal sex, and breeding

You’ve never felt as degraded as you did then; on your hands and knees, completely nude save for a pair of dog ears and a tail plug in your ass, the two men sitting on the bed in front of you leered. You gulped as your eyes shifted from their burning gazes to their hands slowly working their cocks to life.

“She looks so sweet, doesn’t she?”

It’s Sanji who says it before he licks his lips. Your eyes wander towards Zoro, eyeing you like a tall bottle of sake.

“Yeah, I guess it’s a cute little dog…”

The swordsman stands and approaches you, kneeling in front of your figure.

“But it needs to be disciplined.”

Sanji tsked, “Of course, you would say that.”

The chef is soon mimicking Zoro’s previous action, save for the fact that he is now kneeling on your right. You look between the two men, wondering what they had planned for you.

“But remember,” Sanji hums, scratching behind your ear, “A pretty puppy like this one needs lots of love too.”

“You’re going to spoil it rotten…” Zoro murmurs, “I guess it’ll be up to me to train it.”

With that, Zoro reaches between your arms to find your hardened nipples. You gasp as he pinches and pulls at the sensitive nubs. The pleasure is intense as Zoro manhandles you, not holding back the pressure he applies.

As he stimulates you, you can’t help but moan out.

“Hrm,” Zoro smirks, “It’s in heat.”

“Ohh,” Sanji returns the smile, “We should be responsible owners and take care of her, don’t you think?”

You whimper as the two stand before you, their hard cocks bobbing in the air. Though, despite their similar state, the two cocks looked very different. Zoro’s cock was darker and thicker. Also, a large, pronounced vein was present on his dick. Sanji’s was more slender, beautiful even, and was dusted pink at the tip.

Regardless of their differences, you wanted them both desperately.

“Let’s feed her first. Which one do you want, hm?” Sanji asks, stroking your hair softly as you sit up, kneeling before them both.

You looked between them before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

“Aw baby…” Sanji coos, “You’re just so hungry that it doesn’t matter who it is feeding you, huh?”

“Looks like we should both feed her then.”

The two men take their dicks in hand and begin stroking them. Your mouth drools as your tongue stays out in the open air. They rest their flushed heads on your tongue and rut against it.

You take them both in hand before turning towards Sanji, swallowing him down. As you bob your head, Sanji chuckles.

“Looks like she likes me more.”

“It’s the price of tough love,” Zoro smirks, reaching down to twist your nipples. You moan against Sanji’s cock and begin stroking Zoro, trying your best to take care of both men.

Your tongue rolls around Sanji’s head each time you go upwards, and his body shudders each time you do it. Your lips curl into a smile before taking him down to the base, your nose against his pubic bone.

“Ohh,” Zoro muses, “She’s starving, isn’t she?”

Sanji grunts and brushes his hands through your hair, his hand occasionally catching on your adorable dog ears.

“She’s insatiable…” The blond moans, tilting his head back.

You hollow out your cheeks and bob your head, generating an incredible suction that causes Sanji’s toes to curl.

“Shit, feels too good-“ Sanji groans, “Our little puppy here is a natural.”

“Let me try.” Zoro takes your hair in hand and pulls you off Sanji’s cock. He barely gives you a moment to breathe before shoving himself down your throat, forcing your face into his pubic hair.

He guides your head up and down his shaft, and you flush darkly, loving the feeling of being used. Your mouth salivated, making the blowjob extra sloppy for the swordsman. He groans out, gritting his teeth as he fucked your face.

“Yeah, she’s good,” Zoro mumbles, your hand finding Sanji’s wet cock and stroking. You look up at Zoro with pleading eyes, begging him for everything he had to give you.

“Don’t be too rough with her.” Sanji chides, looking down at you as you massage his cock.

“She can take it. You baby her too much.” Zoro snorts, “Isn’t that right?”

He pulls you off his shaft, and you nod eagerly. You take your hands off Sanji’s cock and turn around on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to them.

“Right, we need to take care of that heat,” Sanji murmurs, using his thumbs to spread apart your swollen pussy lips.

“I don’t think bitches like her are satisfied ‘til they’re knocked up.” Zoro comments from behind you.

“Is that right?” You can hear the smile on Sanji’s lips, “Then I guess we need to breed her.”

You mewl as Sanji’s fingers rub at your clit. He’s left pinching, gyrating, and massaging it, causing you to scream. You remember you’re not allowed to talk, so you sway your rear end, hoping that gets across your level of desperation.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Sanji coos, “I’ll go deep inside and stuff that little womb of yours with my cum.”

You gasp as you feel something blunt at your entrance. When it pushes in, you identify it as Sanji’s shaft. Mewling, you take everything he gives you as he pushes it in inch by inch. He stretches out your hole so wonderfully as he finally sinks in all the way, his balls pressed flush against you.

“There you go, princess…” He sighs, pressing a kiss on your shoulder, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You moan, and Zoro comes before you, stroking his cock slowly, “Open up…”

He takes your bottom lip with his thumb, and you lower it, sticking your tongue out. He swipes his thumb across your tongue, and hums. Zoro stops stroking himself and rests his swollen head on your exposed tongue, and rocks himself across it slowly.

“She’s so tight-” Sanji moans, gripping your hips roughly. He moves his hips in and out of you slowly, as if getting a feel for your tightness. He groans, grinding his tip against your deepest walls.

As Sanji experiments with his hips, Zoro is occupied with your mouth, his head now past your lips. You suck gently on his head as he rocks his hips.

“Good girl…” Zoro groans, stroking your hair, “What a good cock sucker you are.”

“She’s a good hole too.” Sanji grits out, bucking his hips at a faster speed, your eyes starting to roll back as he pleasures you.

As he speeds up, Zoro slides his cock even deeper into your throat. He begins fucking your face at a moderate pace, and your cheeks go red.

As the two use you, you feel your pleasure begin to build up. Your orgasm approaches and you reach between your legs to get yourself off. As you do so, Zoro notices.

“Looks like our puppy here is a slut.” Zoro chuckles, “We didn’t say you were allowed to do that. Guess we have to punish you now.”

You gulp as Zoro removes his cock from your mouth, tapping your pouted lips with his head.

“You’re not acting like a good dog.” Zoro starts, leering down at you, “Maybe you need to learn some tricks to prove you can be obedient.”

You whimper, wondering what he had in mind.

“Bark for me.”

You go red up to your ears, “Go on, bark.”

You attempt to obey, barking pathetically at his feet. Zoro tsks at your vocalisations, “Sound like a real dog, bitch.”

Your voice wavers as you bark again, your body being jostled by Sanji’s thrusts. Your eyes fill with tears as you grow hot with shame. This was way too embarrassing.

“Good, now you actually sound like a real bitch.”

Zoro scratches behind your ears and you keen at the praise. As you were being pet, however, Sanji’s thrusts grow even more rough. His pace is uneven, desperate, as he gets closer.

“Shit, I’m gonna-!” Sanji grunts before you feel warmth flood your insides. He thrusts his hips a few more times to ensure you’re stuffed full.

“Alright, cook, you had your turn,” Zoro says as Sanji pulls out. The blond makes way for the other man, who doesn’t waste any time shoving his cock inside your sloppy hole. You instinctively arch your back, allowing him to penetrate you. Meanwhile, Sanji makes his way in front of you, pressing delicate kisses to your cheeks as Zoro roughly fucks you.

“You’re such a good puppy, princess.” Sanji coos, “And by the end of tonight, you’re going to be pregnant with our babies.”

You mewl and slam your hips back against Zoro, getting worked up by Sanji’s dirty talk.

“Maybe they’ll be mine.” Sanji laughs, stroking your face, “Can you imagine that? You carrying my babies? Oh, you’ll get so cute, even cuter than you already are.”

You openly moan as Sanji talks, your pussy being repeatedly stuffed by Zoro’s massive cock.

“He says that,” Zoro starts, “But it’s gonna be mine. With the way I’m fucking you, there’s no way it won’t be.”

“Back off, Moss Head, it’ll be my baby!”

You bite your lip, your toes curling as they fight over ownership of your womb. You were used to these two fighting, even during sex, but this felt different. Both of them wanted you to give birth to their child.

“We’ll see about that.” Zoro spits, his hips now moving at an incredible pace. Your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you, his swollen head hitting your sticky cervix.

“Fuck, I’m getting close-“ Zoro groans, his voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“You gonna make him cum, pretty girl?” Sanji purrs, and you whine in response. The chef chuckles.

For the second time tonight, you feel yourself grow warm as hot semen floods your insides. Zoro instantly pulls out, causing some cum to drip out your hole. You feel Zoro use his head to scoop up the cum that escaped, and, immediately, he shoves himself back inside, making sure to fuck it all in.

After a few pumps, he removes himself, letting out a great sigh at the sight.

“Are you satisfied, puppy?” Sanji asks, scratching behind your dog ears. You whine in response and shake your head no. After all, you never got to cum.

Zoro chuckles, “I think she wants more cum in her…”

“That can be arranged…” Sanji’s lips curl into a smile.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under The Floorboards pt. IIII

(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V

Whipping the sweat off your brow you placed the honey jars you collected on the ground, Phil really built this farm efficiently. However, that didn’t stop you needing to collect honey pots here and there, now that the vault was complete you could actually use the honey for normal things. Technoblade would never admit it but he loved when you put honey in his tea, contrary to popular belief he wasn’t a fan of plain black tea or coffee. You rolled up your sleeves and adjusted the sunhat that sat lazily on your head against your better judgment you had left your armor inside. The only thing on your person was a netherite ax Techno had enchanted for you, it was an effective weapon but without your armor, you were a bit of a sitting duck. As the bees buzzed and bumped lazily into each other, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. They were just so silly. You picked up the crate of jars and turned around, your eyes narrowed as you saw some movement by the trees, it was still too early for Tommy and Technoblade to be back...so just who was snooping around the property. You felt very naked in your sun hat and overalls, especially if it was Dream himself that you were about to encounter. Your worry only increased as you noticed four men all in netherite armor walking towards the house, their swords were drawn. You had a feeling that these were the men who took Technoblade the day prior. They were like a little gang all dressed the same way, bloody aprons and all they really had the executioner vibes down. 

    “Hello, gentlemen.” You smiled giving them a wave while you adjusted the box of honey, “beautiful day isn’t it?” 

The first to answer was a man who had a scar from the tip of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his lip. He sent you a smile and you noticed a tooth missing from the upper row, a navy blue beanie held his dark hair in place. 

    “Very beautiful, it’s always a good day when the sun is shining.” He mused the sun in question reflected beautifully across all their netherite armor. The one thing you decided to leave inside, you weren’t intimidated nope not at all. “What’s your name sweetheart?”

    “(Y/N).” You responded with a hum, “Is there something that I can help you all with today?” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed two of the men moved to surround you, they thought they were slick. The only one who didn’t move was the tallest of the children there, he looked to be half Enderman. He also looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now poor thing. Drawing your gaze back to the other three men, you noticed one was Tommy’s age and had small horns atop his head, along with goat-like ears. A burn scar also took up half of his face. It made you frown distastefully, what was with these kids getting traumatized? First Tommy and now the half enderman and the goat kid, you couldn’t adopt all of them, well you could but it’d be a lot of work. The other looked to be part fox after all the big orange ears and the fluffy tail was dead give away, wait didn’t Ghostbur say his son was a fox. “Are you Fundy?” You asked, suddenly tilting your head to the side.

    “How do you know my name?” Fundy’s face flushed a little and he shuffled on his feet, his hand twitching to grab the sword that was at his side. 

    “I talked to your father earlier today. I’m assuming that’s how you found me?” You took the hat off your head and rested it on Carl’s stable. The fox gave a reluctant nod of confirmation you licked your lips and put your hands behind your back. “So? Do you have a problem with Technoblade or just me specifically?”

    “Wow, she’s not even a little bit ashamed.” Quackity mused and you frowned, “We’re here because your boyfriend blew up our country. He also disgraced our President right Tubbo? Don’t know if you’re aware of that or not but he escaped his punishment. So we intend to make him repent.” He walked towards you and you took a step away from him. 

    “That’s far enough thank you.” You held up your hand in hopes it would stop his trek towards you, Quackity did pause for a moment. He let out a chuckle and smiled. He thought your tough attitude was cute, but he was clearly mocking you. 

Jackass. 

    “Quackity maybe we should leave her be...she didn’t do anything.” The young goat kid murmured his ears flicking as he looked up at you. 

    “Quiet Tubbo. Let the adults speak,” Quackity snapped at him before clearing his throat and looking back at you. “Listen (Y/N) was it? We’re going to have to ask that you come with us. If you don’t we’ll have to take you by force.”

    “Wait, couldn't Technoblade have trained her?” The half enderman spoke holding up his finger in the air but no one seemed to pay him any attention. 

    “I guess force it is. Although the fight is a little unfair.” You took out your ax and twirled it in your hand, “Something tells me you don’t exactly like fair fights.” Fundy took a hesitant step backward not really wanting to lose a life for this of all things, but he pulled out his sword just in case. Clicking your tongue in distaste you sent a bloodthirsty smile their way, one that rivaled Technoblade, “Come at me.” 

Without hesitation, Quackity charged at you with his sword he didn’t aim to kill, just disarm or injure. You blocked the swing with the wooden part of your ax and spun around just in time to dodge an attack from Tubbo. You managed to elbow him in the back and he stumbled forward into Quackity, the man made a grunting sound before shoving Tubbo off of him and into the snow. Fundy moved next and managed to land a hit on the side of your arm, you hissed loudly glaring daggers at the fox. His ears pressed against his head and he let out a small whimper, “sorry!”

    “Don’t apologize to her!” Quackity groaned, “You guys are the worst gang ever.” He slapped his forehead as you readjusted your posture, “I have to do everything myself.” Quackity snarled charging at you again you sidestepped out of the way. As he stumbled trying to regain himself he knocked over the honey pots and they shattered against the ground. You swung your ax and managed to land a hit on him in the back of the legs, he let out a strangled yelp and fell on his face into the snow like Tubbo had done earlier. Yanking out the ax out of the leader of the gang blood splattered all over the ground and stained the snow. Little red beads dripped off the ax as you held it by your side, the man only let out another scream as it was torn out of him. 

    “Back. Off.” You repeated again baring your teeth with a hiss, “Turn around and go back to L’manburg and I won’t kill you. Got it.”  The ax was pointed at all of them, you saw the half enderman nod vigorously, 

    “Yes ma’am.” He nodded rapidly grabbing Tubbo and Fundy by the arm and pulled them back, the three of them watched as Quackity snarled and backed up to join them. You watched them cower and you dropped your ax on the ground so you could press the palm of your hand into the wound on your arm. You quickly turned and ran back into your home to collect bandages and fix yourself up, blood speckled the floor as you made your way into the bathroom. You tore off your overalls and shirt, washing out the wound before wrapping your arm in bandages. You didn’t know how long you stood there in front of the mirror but you looked worse for wear. 

Technoblade was going to lose his shit.

---

All Technoblade could think about on their way back to his retirement home, was you. He could only put up with Tommy for so many hours until he needed to talk to literally anyone else. He was ready to get your relaxing date night underway; he could already feel your fingers running through his hair braiding his as you went. He hummed fondly listening as the voices called him simp repeatedly, he didn’t mind this time considering he was when it came to you. 

    “That’s still cringe chat.” He murmured to himself as Tommy continued to scream about something in the background, “Yeah, yeah I love her.” He heard the chat flip their shit and he fondly chuckled, intermixed with their happy cries there was a distinct sound of ‘E’ as well as ‘nerd.’ He almost didn’t hear Tommy’s worried shouting. He frowned and rolled his eyes back into his skull, 

    “What Tommy?” 

    “Technoblade! Technoblade!” The teen bumped back into him, Technoblade grunted and looked down at him. He followed Tommy’s eyes and spotted the blood littered snow outside his house. Technoblade paused and his vision went red around the edges, his eyes stayed trained on the bloodstains as the voices began to roar within his skull. His head shot up and he saw the honey box spilled over on the ground, glass littered the snow, your hat hanging loosely on Carl’s old stable. 

     “T-Technoblade.” Tommy stuttered again looking up at the pig-man, seeing how glazed over his eyes looked. He swore steam was coming out of Technoblade’s nose and his hand drew out his pickaxe gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt his tusks grow in size and his face began to shift into his pig form. Tommy’s voice was drowned out by the flood that was the voices in his head: 

‘SHE’S GONE. THEY HAVE HER. KILL THEM ALL. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. WE DEMAND BLOOD. E. SAVE HER. YOU’RE A FAILURE. YOU DIDN’T PROTECT HER. SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEM. SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. SHE NEVER HURT ANYBODY. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’ 

Technoblade took a step forward to which Tommy rapidly backed up in response. He’s never seen Techno this gone before, oh shit he has it bad for (Y/N). However, Tommy didn’t make a move to stop Technoblade; he didn’t want him to release that rage on him. Technoblade walked into the house, stepping on his glasses that fell off his face. He threw his door open with a loud slam, he needed potions and he needed a new sword. 

Whoever did this all their cannon lives were gone he’d make it long and torturous.

A soft voice broke him out of his stupor his entire body went rigid. 

    “Bubs…” He slowly turned around and came face to face with you, you looked so small, so delicate standing in the doorway. You were wearing your pajamas, soft blue with little sheep all over them. His ears twitched and his shoulders softened considerably seeing you standing safe in the doorway, however, he tensed again the minute he saw the bandages tied around your arm. Blood leaking through them, he growled eyes locking in on the spot as you made soft shushing sounds at him. 

‘SHE’S HURT. SHE’S ALIVE THOUGH. BUT SHE’S HURT, THEY NEED TO PAY. ATONE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SPILL THEIR BLOOD THEN MAKE OUT WITH HER. SHE’LL LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU DO. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’

Technoblade jumped feeling her hand caress his cheek, “Bubs it’s alright I’m okay.” Your voice was smooth and soothing, his eyes dilated as you spoke to him. His face shifting back to normal as he breathed heavily through his nose, “See?” You brought his head down to rest against your chest, it looked uncomfortable the way that he was bending. However, he could feel your heart beating in your chest, he made a soft whimper and grabbed onto your shoulders his pink hair tickled your chin. You brought your hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he finally calmed down enough to ignore the voices for the time being. Right now they were just commenting on how nice and warm her hands were anyway.

    “What happened to you? There was blood everywhere I was so scared.” His voice broke a little bit as he pulled away from you. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest Technoblade had never looked so broken. 

    “The butcher squad came and attacked me. They wanted to use me to get to you but I fought them off just like you taught me.” You couldn’t help but smile proudly at him and he let out a disbelieving laugh. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back as he cradled you gently in his arms, you both stood there rocking back and forth together until Technoblade was satisfied. 

    “That’s my girl.” He finally murmured backing away from you, you flushed at the compliment. Whenever he called you that it made you flush all over, you let out a loud flustered whine and whacked him on the chest. Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression, it was a rare moment the tables were flipped like this and Technoblade was going to take full advantage of the situation. “Princess what’s with that look? Am I, thee Technoblade, making you flustered? I know I’m a lot to handle, I beat Dream once, I never die, I’m not homeless. Guess what?” 

    “What?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he circles you eyeing you up and down. 

    “I’m single.” 

    “Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow, “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You twirled your hair around your fingers and you felt his strong hands rest on your waist. 

    “Hm I don’t think so. You might need to refresh my memory,” Technoblade mused kissing your neck tenderly. 

    “Well she’s stunningly gorgeous, and tough as nails,” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him. “She absolutely adores you and how protective you are of her, and how much of a gentle giant you are.” He made a noise of protest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You could tell he was pouting at you, 

    “See, not only is that super cringe but also factually incorrect. I am not a gentle giant, I just committed vast sums of minor terrorism and I also kill orphans so what would my girlfreind say to that huh?” He huffed clicking his tongue distastefully. 

    “She would say that you’re right but also she sees the way you take care of Carl, and how you put up with Tommy. You’re totally brothers. That makes you at least a little bit soft” 

    “Not brothers and I don’t like him.” 

    “Right sure,” You giggled a little and kissed his chin lightly. 

Technoblade let out an indignant sound before muttering, “Oh we should probably tell Tommy you aren’t kidnapped. Also discuss what to do about L’manburg now that they know you exist.” You blocked out that last part and made a beeline outside to find Tommy. The teenager in question was fumbling with his hands over by his cobblestone tower, you ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug. 

    “(Y/N)!” He shouted letting out a disbelieving laugh hugging you back with a childish smile. “You’re okay! Holy fuck I totally thought you were dead and shit! Technoblade was going fucking apeshit! His face went all pig like n’ shit totally thought he was gonna kill everyone for you! Not that I was worried.” He added quickly shoving you away crossing his arms. 

    “Of course you weren’t THE Tommy is never worried.” 

    “Yeah exactly Miss Blade you get me.” You smiled fondly at him and you ruffled his hair and he shouted at you to stop. You did so sensing Technoblade approach the both of you, Techno interlocked your hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. “You chill now Big T?” 

    “I’m always chill Tommy. Only nerds aren’t chill.” He mused with a scoff, “Hence why I always call you a nerd.” 

    “WHAT THE FUCK TECHNOBLADE! I AM ALWAYS CHILL! I’M THE CHILLEST MAN ALIVE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!” 

    “Stop shouting,” Technoblade groaned burying his face in your hair as you laughed fondly at their antics. Although L’manburg knew about your existence now, and although you knew Dream probably wasn’t too far behind in learning that knowledge either, you felt everything was going to be okay. 

All you needed was each other, Technoblde, Tommy, Phil and you. Together you four were gonna do great things, you just knew it.

~~~

I do plan on making another part because people seem to be enjoying this story a lot more than I originally thought when I first posted it. Which is amazing thank you for all the love and support! New stuff is also in the works, thanks again for reading and enjoying! Stay safe guys! 🥰✨

[anyoneseenadam]

Hey! I love your writing so much! Would you be open to write something about Azriel with a fae in Velaris who his shadows actively seek out and he has no idea why. I imagine that she works at a large library and that's where they meet because Azriel would go to figure out what was so special about her. Thanks!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: implied smut, drinking, men being gross at bars (doesn’t go into detail), mainly just fluff and awkwardness though :)))

a/n: I rlly like this one so I hope you do to!! comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy <3

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 Azriel was standing with Cassian in a small street in Velaris. The ground beneath him was cobbled and all the houses in this area were brightly coloured, the sun seeming to shine brighter over them. They were waiting for Mor as she demanded they help her buy Rhysand a birthday present, desperate to get someone, anyone a good present. She was in a small local shop after Cassian suggested that he would love something from any small business and Cassian let out a groan as he realised she had wandered deeper into the shop. They had already been waiting twenty minutes for her.

“I’m going to drag her out,” Cassian said pushing off the wall and Azriel huffed a breath through his nose.

“Please be quick, don’t let her scare you into staying.” Cassian threw a rude symbol over his shoulder and Azriel grinned reservedly.

He let his gaze travel over more of the houses, his gaze catching on a white house with blue accents, and a blue balcony where a girl sat sipping an orange drink from a large glass and reading a book. He observed her for a while, she was sat curled in a straw chair with a colourful cushion and there was soft music coming from her house, her hair was down and natural and her face was clear of makeup as she soaked in the sun, wearing a males oversized shirt and some knee high socks.

Feeling his stare on her she looked up, grinning cheekily at him when he flushed red and lifting her glass to him in greeting. He was saved from further embarrassment though when Cassian came out, dragging a triumphant Mor who was holding up a purple, silk shirt and bottle of wine. Cassian made a gagging face behind her back as she linked arms with both of them, dragging them down the road and chatting their ears off about the kind old lady from the shop.

As they left Azriel dared a final glance over his shoulder to the girl from the balcony who was still watching him, cocking her head, and waving as he left. As they walked home, choosing to enjoy the sun, he heard nothing of what Mor said, completely focused on the girl from the balcony.

--

When they got home Mor winnowed away to hide her present and Cassian made a comment about Mor’s unique ability to always get horrendous presents. They walked through the door and Feyre instantly looked up from her spot of the sofa, gaze narrowing at Azriel.

“You look different.” She said and Rhys looked up too, frowning when he saw Feyre was right.

“What did you change?” he asked as Amren walked into the room, her head tilting.

“Nothing.” He said defensively as everyone stared at him, not enjoying the way everyone was looking at him now and wishing he could be alone to daydream about the pretty girl he had seen.

“Haircut?” suggested Nesta but he shook his head.

“I haven’t changed anything!” Mor was back now too and had joined in staring, gasping when she realised.

“Where are your shadows?!”

“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it,” Cassian said, sitting down next to his mate as Azriel felt for the shadows that followed him, feeling a rush of white-hot panic shoot through him when he couldn’t feel them.

“Wait what? Where are they then?” Rhys asked and he shook his head, searching for them and frowning when he felt them far away.

“They’re still in Velaris, they must have just stayed somewhere,” he tried to explain.

“Is there another shadow singer in Velaris?” Amren asked and Rhys shook his head.

“Not that we know of,” Azriel felt a flood of relief as his shadows flew back in, almost sheepishly and settled around him, whispering complaints and apologies, as he wondered what had kept them.

--

You had frowned when the handsome, winged male had left, rather enjoying the eye candy. Your friend walked back outside and took her seat opposite you, as you placed down your book and picked up your Apperol Spritz.

“You just missed the hottest male I’ve ever seen.” You said, laughing at her as her face fell completely.

“Why didn’t you shout for me!” she screeched, and you flung an olive pit at her head,

“He would have heard me idiot!”

“Well did you at least get a name?”

“No but I made prolonged eye contact and I think he got the message.”

“The message being?”

“That I would like to marry him and have his babies.”

“Ah makes sense,” you were laughing together as she carried on with the story she had been telling you about the cute Faerie at her work when you felt a cold feeling settle around you, strange given you were still sat in the sun. She stopped talking, giving you a weird look.

“How are you doing that?” she asked as you shrugged.

“I’m not,” the feeling moved, and you realised you were surrounded by shadows, alike the handsome man you had just seen. Your initial anxiety slipped away as they started playing with your hair and caressing your skin alike a lover would. “Hot boy had shadows like this,” you commented, and your friend gasped, eyes wide and a hand over her heart as she sighed.

“Maybe you’re mates!” you rolled your eyes, relaxing into the shadows touch.

“I don’t think my commitment issues can take that,” you joked, and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“That cynicism is going to be the death of you,” she said in a singsong voice before downing her gin, “Now onto important matters, Rita’s or The Marine?”

--

Two hours later you were completely dolled up, lips red and eyeliner smudged, heeled boots elongating your legs and your all-black outfit making you look intimidating enough that you wouldn’t be bothered by gross men.

“We’re fae, why do you dress like a vampire,” your friend asked, the two of you already slightly buzzed from pre’s.

“Cause vampires are hot and I’m hot so it’s a match made in heaven.”

“Also she has a blood kink!” your roommate shouted from the bathroom and you threw a shoe at her.

“Bitch.” You said, laughing as she came out and the three of you stood to leave.

“Am I wrong?” she asked, and you shoved her, muttering a small no under your breath.

The three of you made your way to Rita’s and got in the queue. You leaned against the cold, brick wall when you saw him again, similarly dressed in all black and somehow looking even better under the light of the moon, his tanned skin glowing in the pale light. He caught your eyes, his face barely changing as he lifted his hand in a half wave, you nodded your head up with a smirk. Your friends followed your gaze, both gasping slightly as they caught sight of him at the end of the queue with his friends.

“Is that hot boy?!”

“Uh huh,” you smiled cheekily at her, “And I call dibs.”

“I get why you want to have his babies,”

“Wait you know him?” your roommate asked, and you shrugged with a smile. “How the fuck do you know the high lords shadow singer?”

“I get around,”

“He was outside earlier today,” your friend translated as the three of you moved into the club, instantly heading to the bar for more drinks.

“That too I guess, shots?” the three of you ordered six vodka shots and you laughed at your friends’ reactions to them.

“How do you enjoy this,” your roommate squealed as you tipped your head back, smiling at the familiar burn.

“Feels good,” you said, taking your second.

“Sadist.”

--

Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were again, your bare face swapped for dark makeup, and loose clothes swapped for a dress he desperately wanted to see on his floor. At first he wasn’t even sure it was the same girl, your style so different, but it was. And he had waved. No cool head tilt like the one you gave him, no sultry eyes, and pouting lips, just a stupid wave. And then you had laughed with your friends and he decided he needed the sound bottled, something to keep with him at all times.

You had walked inside without so much as a second glance and Azriel had to refrain himself from slamming his head against the wall.

“Who were you waving at?” Amren asked, the small women appearing next to him.

“Just someone I met earlier.” He didn’t want to get into the details, especially not around Cassian who would tease him relentlessly if he heard. Amren, thankfully, dropped it as they moved into Rita’s, his eyes instantly finding you at the bar, two empty shot glasses next to you as you laughed with your friends.

He moved with his family to a table that pretty remained reserved for them as Rita came to get them some drinks and see if they wanted food. He only half listened, ordering a Scotch as he watched you as you and your friends moved to dance together, completely enamoured by you despite not having said anything to you.

Eventually he pulled his eyes away and focused on his friends and his drink as they laughed into the small hours of the night. He kept stealing glances at you, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you leaning against the bar waiting for drinks as a male leaned too close to you. He almost stood to intervene when saw you lean in close to the man, meeting Azriel’s eyes over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. Azriel wished he could hear what you said but you were too far away, and the music was too loud, but whatever it was, the male turned white and scampered away, almost tripping over his feet as you giggled.

When it happened this time he noticed, feeling the coolness of his shadows leave and he watched as they travelled over to you, wrapping around you, and making you look like an angel of death. You turned and caught his eyes, winking at him before grabbing the tray of drinks the bartender had laid out for you and sauntering over to your friends.

“Is she a shadow singer?” Feyre asked, following his gaze and he shook his head, feeling a smile come over his face as he watched you interact with your drunk friends.

“No I think they just like her,” his high lady smiled at him,

“You mean you like her,”

“I haven’t even spoken to her.” He said drily and Nesta leaned over,

“Love at first sight,” she said in a singsong voice making him roll his eyes.

“This isn’t a romance book,” he said, huffing as a crowd moved in front of you and he couldn’t see you anymore.

“You tell yourself that,” Feyre said, patting his knee.

An hour later, when most the club was empty, you were standing, swaying slightly with your friend leaning on you.

“No baby, no more you’ll throw up again,” he heard you coo as she reached for a drink that was left on someone table. She huffed but you passed her into the arms of your other friend, and he sat up straight when he realised you were coming over to him.

You bowed your head slightly at Rhys and Feyre as all his friends turned to stare at you, your gaze unfaltering and your back straight as you looked at him.

“I think these belong to you,” you said, gesturing to the shadows swirling around your arms.

He tried to fight his blush, pulling them back in, “Yeah, thanks..?” he trailed off and you finished for him.

“(y/n).”

“Azriel.”

“Well Azriel,” his name sounded divine on your tongue, and you shot him another half-smile, “see you around.”

--

The next day, he was up only three hours after he fell asleep, desperate to find you. He wandered into town, usual leathers swapped for a white shirt collar peeking out of a dark sweater, his hands tucked into his pockets as he found himself wandering down your cobblestoned street. He looked up to your balcony and considered throwing rocks at the glass doors like in one of Nesta’s romance novels but paused when he saw all the lights were turned off.

Instead he chose to wander into the shop Mor had been in the previous day. The room smelt old, and he could see the dust moving in the morning light as he walked in. An old lady was behind the counter and she smiled as she recognised him.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked as he came to stand in front of her.

“I actually had a question,” she motioned for him to continue, “Do you know where I could find (y/n)?” he asked, and she smiled a knowing smile.

“Interested in my granddaughter are you?” she asked, eyes sparkling and Azriel rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously, “She works at the library in the square, I’m sure you’ll find her there.”

He thanked her and she waved him away, knowing she would get to hear all the details next Wednesday when the two of you met for tea. But until then she was happy to watch the handsome man leave to find you.

He flew to the library that your grandmother had mentioned and walked in. This was always one of his favourite places to come in the city. The bookshelves were tall and overflowing, candles covered the room, and there were huge glass windows on the far wall that cast the room in planes of light. He walked around for a while, letting his shadows lead him until he found you with a pile of books in your arms that you were going to return.

You smiled when you saw him, dressed in a black dress with lots of daisies on it that went halfway down your calf, a black cardigan, and black boots. Your hair was held back in a low bun, but you had strands falling out making you look impossibly cute, and he almost said as much as he moved to take some books from your arms.

“So are you stalking me now?” you had asked cheekily, and he stammered when he realised just how weird he looked.

“No, no I…”

“Relax I’m teasing, I’m glad you’re here actually.”

“You are?” he asked, relaxing slightly as you stood on your tiptoes to put a book on a shelf.

“Yes, you’re very pretty,” he laughed, and you smiled at him, your eyes creasing.

“Well so are you,” he replied as you turned to face him, “But you do keep stealing my shadows and I’m wondering why that is?”

“I’m stealing them am I? I just presumed that you were very mean to them and they wanted someone else,”

“They’re spoiled,” he joked, watching as they trailed up your arms and you giggled,

“You speak about them like they’re pets.”

“You’d be surprised how accurate that actually is,” he muttered as you moved to the next aisle and your laughter bounced of the walls, wincing slightly due to your drinking induced headache.

He went to help you with more books when his fingers touched your hand and the word hit him, mate. You looked up at him shocked before giggling.

“I guess that’s what the shadows meant,” you let out an ‘oomph’ as suddenly the shadows shot forward, pushing you into his chest and Azriel looked at you.

“I have a mate.” He repeated to himself.

“And I have commitment issues so this might be rough,”

“It’s fine I have attachment issues,” he replied, unable to stop the smile forming on his face, “Match made in heaven.”

“More like hell,” you joked as he leaned down to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he practically whispered, lips almost touching yours as his wings circled the two of you. You nodded slightly and the two of you stumbled back from the force of the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly as yours wove into his hair, grinning against his mouth.

“Azriel,” you muttered between kisses, pulling back slightly only to just be pulled right back in. You repeated his name again, successfully pulling away this time as his lips attached to your neck.

“Az, we’re in a public library.”

“So?”

“So we can continue this when I’m off work,” you shoved him off with a laugh as he grumbled, before pulling you in for a final kiss.

“What time?” he asked.

“My shift ends at three,” you smiled as he looked at the clock.

“It’s only eight,”

“Maybe wait at your house,” you laughed at his expression, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth before walking off, shooting him a smirk over you shoulder.

Only six hours, fifty-nine minutes left.

[stevie-petey]

can we get a halloween blurb? i’d love to see season 1-2 bug take the kids trick or treating or something cute along the lines of thay!!

I SAVED THIS BABY FOR HALLOWEEN !!! absolutely yes i miss writing bug with all the boys </33

enjoy !

"jonathan will be here any minute."

"why do we have to wait for him? its his fault hes late." dustin grumbles, tossing his pillow sack over his shoulder. the bag hits softly against the padding of his hulk costume.

you fix one of his skewed shoulder pads. "hes our ride, buddy. be nice."

"some candy would be nice."

ignoring your brother, you adjust your own costume. this year you let the party choose what you dressed as, and honestly you shouldve known better. the witch hat they shoved on your head is heavier than you ever thought possible and the fake, pointy nose they snickered at smells like feet.

jonathan, however, absolutely loves your costume.

"nice nose, bug." he snorts, flicking the fake tip with his finger. it wiggles in a gross, comedic way that agitates you further.

"i'll kill you."

will pokes his head to the front. "i think you look nice, y/n."

"and this is why you're my favorite, little bee."

will beams at you, looking painfully adorable in his quicksilver costume. the frayed edges of his suit tells you that joyce made it.

when mike sees you, he almost chokes on his candy. it takes lucas and jonathan aggressively swatting his back to dislodge the wafer. mike sputters on the ground, panting heavily. its truly a sight to see: lucas, dressed as blade, attacking mike, dressed as captain america.

"almost died." mike breathes out, pointing a lazy finger at your nose. "but that was so worth it."

you glare at the kid, kicking his padded stomach. he screeches and rolls on the ground to avoid your foot while dustin, lucas, and will all laugh.

jonathan stands to the side with them, watching you fondly. he hadnt worn a costume tonight. instead, he brought a backpack full of your old clothes and an extra jacket for you tonight. when you told him what the boys had wanted you to wear, he knew youd last only half the night. as much as you love to please the party, theres only so much you can last wearing an old, smelly plastic nose.

and jonathan is right. after the first few blocks around mikes neighborhood, he notices you ducking your head down as you pass strangers. a little girl screams when she sees you at one point.

"im sorry!" you shout to her mom, wincing. the woman glares at you and tugs her child away angrily. you turn and sigh, leaning against jonathan. "theres no way my costume is that scary."

jonathan rubs your side. "the nose is a bit... rough."

"im gonna kill mike."

"we both know it was dustins idea."

"hey, slowpokes!" mike shouts at you and jonathan. "hurry up, the rich are running out of the big candy bars!"

you tilt your head. "did he just say 'the rich'?"

jonathan kisses your head. "yeah. ive taught him well."

"he knows that hes the rich, right?" the wheelers practically live in a mansion, as far as youre concerned.

"not yet," tugging your hand, jonathan hurries your footsteps so as to not get yelled at by mike again. "hes in for a rude awakening when he realizes, though."

at some point in the night, sometime after dustin skins his knee running after a frog and you ditched the witch costume for the clothes jonathan brought you, the late october chill sets in.

will shivers slightly as he walks, his costume too thin to protect against the weather. dustin and the others are up ahead, eager to get to the last few houses before curfew. jonathan is with them. its his turn to knock on the door, anyways.

"you cold?" you ask will, not even bothering to wait for his response before taking your own jacket off. "here."

"no, im okay-" he tries to shrug it off, but you quickly zip the jacket, locking his small body inside.

"nope. cant have you getting sick. your mom would kill me."

will snorts. "my mom would never kill you. she loves you more than she loves me and jonathan."

you giggle, shoving him gently. "and i intend to keep it that way."

"y/n!" lucas calls over, waving a bag of cookies in the air. "this house gave us cookies. they suck. do you want 'em?"

"im good," you decline, shaking your head. "but dont be rude, im sure they were baked with love."

"more like baked with acid." dustin gags, spitting his out. he starts to wipe his tongue with the back of his hand and youre too tired to berate him.

will takes a bite and immediately spits his out as well. lucas and mike argue over who gets to chug water first to rid the taste in their mouths.

theyre a mess. a giant, chaotic, forceful mess.

but you catch jonathans eyes and find that hes staring at them fondly too. linking your arm through his, you rest your head against his shoulder. "what are we going to do with them, bee?"

jonathan laughs. "i have no idea."

[bellakitse]

Only you

TK stares into Carlos’ brown eyes, lost in them and the love he sees there. “Do you think about kids?” he finds himself blurting out loudly, his voice cracking at the end.

+

Seeing Carlos with the Vega girls sparks a conversation between TK and Carlos about their future.

*spoilers for 2.14*

“Well, that was fun,” Tommy says dryly as they pull the ambulance into her driveway as the sun sets on Austin. “Pretty sure we’re going to find dust on us for weeks to come.”

TK nods, making a face as he parks the rig. “In very uncomfortable places for sure.”

Tommy chuckles, flashing him an amused smile as he shifts in his seat. “Come on, let’s go see if your boy survived my own forces of nature.”

TK grins back at his Captain, himself interested in seeing how Carlos faired with the adorable Vega twins. He follows Tommy towards her front door, stopping short when she comes to a stop two steps into the house.

“Damn, that really is cute,” he hears her say, fond and a little emotional. 

TK peers over her shoulder, curious to see what she means, his breath catching in his lungs at the sight before them, causing him to let out a soft sound. “Oh.”

Isabella, Evie, and Carlos are asleep on the couch – Carlos in the middle, while the girls each use one of his legs as a pillow. Carlos’ hands rest on the girls’ backs protectively, his head tilting forward.

“I used to find them like this with Charles all the time,” Tommy whispers, bringing a shaky hand to her mouth, taking a breath before she continues. “They would tire themselves out playing and still wait up for me to come home. I used to tell Charles not to do it, but he was such a pushover when it came to the girls.” 

TK places a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving her a small smile when she turns to look at him. “He was a really good dad,” he whispers back, squeezing her shoulder when she gives him a wobbly nod. 

“He really was,” Tommy agrees, sniffing loudly to keep from crying. She turns to look back at the three sleeping bodies, her smile coming back as she does. “Your boy is a good one in training.”

TK startles at the comment, his heart ticking up nervously at the suggestion behind her words. “Oh, I, that’s, we – ” he stammers as Tommy turns her knowing eye to him.

“Did I just break your brain?” she asks with a smirk, her brown eyes dancing with affectionate amusement.

TK tries to answer, coming up with nothing; finally, he lets out a huff, rolling his eyes as she continues to smirk at him. “That was mean, Cap,” he pouts when she lets out another chuckle.

“I’m just making an observation,” she says as she lifts her hands innocently. “You found yourself a good one, and as one of my kids,” she continues warmly as she reaches out to squeeze his hand. “I’m happy for you.”

TK feels a lump in his throat at her words, both her comments about him and Carlos and her familial affection for him making him feel warm inside. “Thanks, Cap,” he says softly, giving her fingers a squeeze in hopes she understands he feels the same love for her.

Tommy gives him another smile before she nods towards the trio. “I’ll let you do the honors,” she motions.

TK lets out another huff of laughter as he moves towards the couch, crouching down to be at eye level with Carlos. He reaches out to touch his cheek, smiling softly when his boyfriend instinctively leans into the touch. “Babe, wake up, we’re back,” he says softly as he runs his hand from Carlos’ cheek to his hair. He watches him, his smile growing as he slowly opens his beautiful brown eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips when he’s awake enough to realize it’s him.

“Hey, baby,” Carlos says with a yawn, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “Saved the world?”

TK moves his head from side to side jokingly. “We did our part,” he answers, stroking Carlos’ curls once more. “How did you do?”

“The girls are crazy good at the Nintendo Switch,” he answers, looking over his shoulder to look at Tommy. “They kicked my butt, but they’re going to let me have a re-match when I get better.”

“How magnanimous of them,” Tommy laughs softly with a shake of her head. “I better get them to bed even though it probably means they’ll be up at the crack of dawn.”

“I got it, no worries, Captain Vega,” Carlos answers as he smoothly gets up without waking either girl. TK stares, his heart pounding a little faster as Carlos picks up Evie first, heading for the girls’ bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes back for Isabella, doing the same, leaving him and Tommy alone in the living room watching after him.

“Damn,” Tommy whispers, impressed, her eyes twinkling. She turns her gaze to him, and TK feels himself blush at the knowing look she gives him. “I bet you take advantage of those muscles.”

TK’s face burns, but it doesn’t stop him from giving her a bratty smirk that makes her laugh with delight. “You know it, Cap.”

 ֎֎֎

 TK comes into the bedroom he and Carlos are temporarily using in his father’s home, rubbing at his wet hair with a towel. “Even with the shower, I feel like I didn’t get all the dust off.”

“I offered to spot check you, and you said no,” Carlos answers from the head of the bed where he’s reading a book.

“The crew is coming over in an hour,” he reminds him, throwing a smile over his shoulder as he drops the towel around his waist while looking for a pair of underwear, smiling to himself as he feels Carlos’ eyes on his backside. “If you had joined me, we’d still be in there, and you know it.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t want to tempt me with your wet, naked body,” Carlos asks sarcastically as TK hears him close his book and stand from the bed.

“Exactly,” he answers teasingly, letting out a gasp when he feels Carlos’ body pressed against his back.

“Then you’re not doing a great job, baby,” he whispers into the skin under his right ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth to give it a soft suck.

“Seriously? Now?” TK groans even as he presses his body back into Carlos’ frame. He turns around, letting out a shallow breath at the heat he finds in Carlos’ gaze. “When we have people coming over, and I can’t have my wicked way with you the way I have wanted to since we left Tommy’s?”

Carlos raises an eyebrow at him. “Anything in particular that got you going at Tommy’s?”

TK feels himself blush, realizing his mistake. Turning around again, he quickly slips on a pair of blue boxer briefs before reaching for a pair of jeans and a short-sleeve button-down shirt with flowers on them.

“TK?”

TK sighs softly, knowing Carlos isn’t going to let it go. He turns back towards his boyfriend, giving him a sheepish smile when he finds his curious gaze on him. “You taking care of the girls,” he starts to say, his face growing hotter when Carlos raises an eyebrow at him, the corners of his lips twitching as he begins to understand. “You looked really good with them, and I thought – “

“What?” Carlos questions softly, his expression serious and focused on him as he comes back into TK’s space, reaching out to place his hands on his hips. “You thought what?”

TK stares into Carlos’ brown eyes, lost in them and the love he sees there. “Do you think about kids?” he finds himself blurting out loudly, his voice cracking at the end. He cringes, opening his mouth, ready to apologize, stopping short when Carlos speaks.

“Yes,” he says easily, giving TK a shrug like they’re talking about something simple and not children, which is anything but. “I think of a little boy who I can teach to cook, and read the stories my mom used to read to me at bedtime. A mini-you, who you’ll dress up in flower button-downs and skinny jeans to match with you. Maybe a little girl afterwards, the queen of the house, wrapping both of us around her little finger. They would get away with everything with us as their parents,” he chuckles fondly as he paints their future with his words. “We would love them so much.”

TK stares at Carlos, feeling his heart pounding. He swallows hard, clearing his throat when he finds it hard to speak. “You want kids with me?” he whispers, afraid that any louder will break the magic of the moment.

Carlos smiles softly, his eyes closing for a moment as he does so. When he opens them, he takes another step, their chests brushing against each other as he reaches up to cup TK’s face, tilting it towards his. “Baby,” he says gently, rubbing the tip of his nose against his as he presses their foreheads together.

TK swallows again, overwhelmed by the emotions he’s feeling. He squeezes the sides of Carlos’ waist, needing something to anchor himself.

“When I think about kids, or the future in general,” he continues, love coming off him in waves. “You are at the center, always. Whether there are kids or not in it, my future has you right there next to me. You are my future, TK.”

TK closes the small gap between their faces, kissing Carlos desperately, letting out a groan when Carlos matches his need. They kiss long and hard, hands touching any part of the other they can, and TK really wants to take it further if it weren’t for the fact that their friends are going to be over any minute. He’s not done thinking about it when he hears the bell ring. He pulls away reluctantly, whimpering when he sees the heat in Carlos’ eyes.

“To be continued,” he promises, leaning in to give Carlos another kiss, this one soft and tender. “You’re my future too,” he whispers, his eyes locking with Carlos’, making sure he understands he means it. “That little boy and little girl, none, one, two, or six kids,” he grins when it makes Carlos chuckle. “It doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you and only you.”

Carlos pulls him into a hug, kissing the side of his face. “I love you.”

TK returns the embrace, pressing his lips into Carlos’ muscled shoulder. “I love you too.”

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

no matter what it takes

summary: y/n is kidnapped, and for once reid can’t think of a solution

inspired by this request: Hiiiii! I absolutely love your writing it’s so amazing! I was wondering could there be a storyline where your all working a case (the reader is dating Spencer) and have a lead and you go to the suspect’s house and while there you get kidnapped when back at the BAU the team is trying to work out how to get you back and they get a ransom vid of you getting beaten (dark I know) so they all have to work faster and they find you but while you're taken can we see it from like Spencer’s POV and his thought process on your being gone. Anyways they find you and you’re like drugged majorly injured you wake up in hospital Spencer’s there and it’s fluffy at the end.I know that’s rough but I really love your writing and hope this is ok x

word count: 2,331                                                                                               reading time aprox: 8 mins

a/n: to whoever requested it, i kinda didn’t follow your format or ending. i’m really sorry to disappoint you, but i was writing the plot one way, then suddenly it took a turn. i hope you still enjoy it!

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Spencer’s POV

My eyes scanned the words in front of me, Charles Dickens displayed in between my hands. I hoped my thoughts would wander more as I explored the novel, taking my mind off of the case I worked previously.

Out of the blue, two soft hands appeared on my knotted hair, massaging the scalp tenderly. “Are you settling okay, my love? How was the case?”

I exhaled deeply, setting the book down beside me as I guided my best girl to my lap. I cushioned her to my side, nuzzling my nose into her shoulder.

“That bad, huh?” Y/N sympathized, trailing her fingers at the cut of my chin. I nodded into her, taking in her calming scent. She smelled of fresh daisies in the summer and the first layer of snow in the winter.

I lifted my head from hers, bringing my arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to me. I sighed in relief as a wave of calm brushed over me. “We were too late...we couldn’t get to one of the last hostages before the unsub.” I shook my head, taking her hand in mine. I examined the daintiness of her fingers, chuckling softly as I placed kisses upon each of them.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she whispered, nuzzling into me as we enjoyed each other’s presence. “Did you catch the unsub?”

“No...he got away last minute,” I sighed, running my hand over my face. “This unsub likes to make things personal. He only killed the last victim to mess with us.”

Silence infiltrated the conversation before it dived into the dark details of the case. The combined sounds of our breathing created a tranquil environment, lulling us to sleep with every second passed.

“I promise you Y/N...”

-

The shade of grey that covered the walls of the BAU prevented agents’ minds from meandering from their tasks. This proved quite effective in intended circumstances, although the caveat was the consequence of a disconcerted mind.

The film cast over my eyes exacerbated the existing burn from staring into space for too long. Although the sensation was unmatched for the void that consumed me from the inside. My limp fingers twitched beside me in a rhythmic pace, reminding me that this was real. My feet felt heavy against the granite tiles of the office, barely able to hold up the rest of my stature. I felt my muscles sag underneath my weight as the feeling of emptiness flooded from my torso to the knuckles of my hands.

“You be careful, Y/N!” I teased, watching as my lover’s silhouette disappeared into the elevator.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!”

I shook my head, amused at the incessant Marvel-themed references that had been thrown my way since our last movie night. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

I hissed as I felt my nails dig into my palms. I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been clenching my fists until I looked down to see blood trailing around my nail bed. Shaking my head, I cleaned off the evidence against my slacks, watching it seep through the material.

“Guys?”

My head shot up to find Penelope typing away at her computer. Her brows were crossed with worry and her eyes would flicker frantically between her four monitors. The rest of the team seemed to follow me to her station, gazing with anticipation at what she discovered.

“What do you have Garcia?”

“I-um. I’m picking up a satellite feed somewhere in Danbury, Connecticut,” she spilled out, her fingers shaking over her keys. “Ther-there’s a livestream that just went active two minutes ago, an-and it’s...there’s-oh my god.” Penelope pushed herself away from her screens, tearing her eyes away as her face grew hot.

“Reid. Out.” Hotch demanded, not taking his eyes off the feed in front of him. JJ moved beside him, further blocking my view of the monitor. Her face contorted in shock and disgust, similar to the expression Garcia beheld moments ago.

“What...why?” I questioned, taking steps forward to investigate, but was ultimately stopped by Morgan. A coil wrapped around my insides, getting tighter with every breath that I took. The sides of my forehead began to warm up with a disorienting blaze, traveling down my eyelids. The fire followed down to the pit of my stomach, sending an uneasy chill down my spine.

“Kid…” he whispered, shaking his head in caution.

“What…” I breathed, feeling my cheeks swell up. Morgan couldn’t meet my eyes--none of them could. “God, it’s my girlfriend. I deserve to know where the hell she is,” I huffed, pushing past Morgan. Although the words were launched back into my esophagus, turning into bile that burned away at my pride.

A high-pitched ringing echoed and bounced around my head. My ears thumped with a resonating drum, overwhelming my senses. Every sharp intake of air felt like ice shooting up my nostrils, and every exhale felt like fire to my lungs.

Y/N was hunched over in a chair with braces around her wrists and ankles. Her beautiful hair was matted with dirt and blood, sticking to the sides of her face. Her skin was painted with a mixture of sweat and grime, hiding the usual radiant glow of her skin. Fortunately, the blurry pixels of the video saved me from witnessing the large gashes that ran along her flesh.

A man stood next to her with a Cheshire grin, his pervasive eyes scanning every inch of his work before breaking the fourth wall. He stared at the camera with a joyful gleam, tilting his head as he inspected the lenses.

“Spencer.” I imagined her call out. A phantom chant met my ears, remembering the softness in her voice and the soothing gravity she carried within her words.

“Spencer, stop it!” Y/N giggled, burying herself deeper into our duvet.

“Why baby?” I murmured into the crease of her neck. “We should just stay like this all day. Maybe if we stay long enough we can morph into a chrysalis.”

“Spencer,” she giggled. “Spence…”

“Spence?” JJ empathized, searching my eyes. She placed a hand on the outside of my arm, lingering there for a comforting moment. Although when she realized her attempts were futile, she retracted her arm with a tight frown on her lips. “I know that-”

“The feed is displaying audio now,” Garcia announced with a wavering tone. I slid past JJ, standing my ground next to Hotch as we listened to the livestream. Whimpers echoed throughout the concrete compound she was trapped in. Her body flinched as the man inched closer to her with an object out of view from the camera. The fear in her eyes left a sharp pang in my chest as a burning resentment ignited my bloodstream.

“Stop…” she whispered, pulling away from the man. “Stop...please,” she sobbed. Her face was contorted in anticipation, glancing down at the item creeping towards her. It was only then a glint of a metal object bounced off of the camera, a foreign substance leaking from its tip.

“Stop! Please!” Y/N’s voice amplified in volume as the inevitable came. “NO!” she screamed, thrashing in her seat as the needle penetrated the soft layer of her skin. “SPENCER! HELP!” she cried out, desperation seeping through her weeps.

A suffocating poison ran its course throughout my body, entrapping me in the limited reality of my abilities. I felt my inner conscious thrash against the walls of my mind, begging for an answer, a solution. I tore my eyes away from the screen, my hand unconsciously clawing at the base of my neck. Staggered breaths blocked my airway, and the room shrank under my feet.

I needed to get out.

I let my feet sweep me away from the office, as far as it takes. My back hit the cold wall of the eerie hallway, feeling the chill penetrate through my blazer. I closed my eyes as I banged on my forehead, hoping that the gears would start working, but nothing seemed to bring me assurance.

Nothing could assure that she’ll be okay. I failed her. I failed to assure her that I was going to keep her safe. I failed at keeping her safe. I failed her.

My heart was pulled against my spine, attached tethers tearing it apart in opposite directions. Contractions of adrenaline seeped into my nervous system as her anguished screams left the room silent behind me. It was like gravity had ceased to exist, leaving me floating in a mind-numbing state of desolation.

I failed her.  

“I’m always going to love you,” I reassured, tucking in a hair behind her ear as she swung her legs back and forth atop of the counter.

“Really Spence?” she giggled, bringing the spoonful of 3:00 am ice cream out of her mouth, dangling the utensil from the bottom of her plump lips.  “Prove it?”

“Darling, isn’t there a tub of ice cream--that I bought--in your hands?” I teased, tapping at my watch. “And last time I checked it’s the middle of the night.”

“Whatever,” she giggled, nudging at my shoulder. My hands traveled to the sides of her hips, pulling myself closer as I inspected the beautiful glow of the moonlight reflecting off of her visage. “I thought you were going to say something cute.”

“That wasn’t cute?”

“Not even close, Spencer Reid,” she mumbled, tapping on the end of my nose before taking my face into the softness in her hands. She playfully scoffed as we inspected each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours. My arms found their way around her waist, melting into her, as I lessened the gap between us.

“What is it?” I whispered, my eyes flickering from her eyes to the pigment on her lips. Closing in proximity, I nudged her into me. But before our lips could meet, a chuckle filled the air and a hand was placed above my chest.

“I...am out of ice cream.” With that, she scurried away to the fridge with a bounce in her step. I shook my head in amusement, whispering to myself.

“That girl’s damn lucky that I love her.”

Frenzied feet inside the office took me out of my daze, but it was the sound of soft steps approaching me that made my shoulders stiffen in anticipation. I collected my composure the best as I can, maintaining a brave face for whoever would walk into the doorframe.

I didn’t even bother to look up to see who it was. The figure’s footsteps halted beside the door frame, leather shoes in my peripheral. Without a moment of quiet, the figure stooped down with its back pressed lightly against the wall. Although despite the thick tension, the figure remained silent.

“You know I don’t always need company…” I murmured defensively.

“I know kid...I know,” Morgan huffed, bringing his hands to his head. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have any.” He knocked his knee into mine, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She’s going to be okay Spencer.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that she’s strong,” Morgan countered. “You just gotta believe in tha-”

“Don’t- Don’t give me hope like I’m one of the victims we interview. I’m- I’m not a victim.” I nudged his large hand off of me, feeling confined in the big desolate hallway.

“I wasn’t saying you were-”

“But you implied it!” I combed through my hair, my lungs still sore from staggered breaths. “I’m...I’m sorry,” I sighed.

“I said I’m sorry!” I yelled, feeling my throat dry up from the venom dripping from my words.

“This is the third time, Spence. The THIRD time you came home late,” Y/N seethed.

“Who are you? My mother?”

“All I want is to know that you’re safe, Spencer! God! I wait here all day for you, knowing that you’re out there on the field, and something could happen. How does that make me feel?”

“This is ridiculous,” I shook my head, dismissing her ignorance. I headed towards my jacket that I strung up on the coat hanger a few minutes ago, not bothering to take my keys with me.

“Where...where are you going?” Y/N whispered.

I made the mistake of looking back and seeing the hurt present on her face. The apples of her cheeks were stained with tears, and her eyes were glistening with fresh ones. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, still looking plump and soft even in her distressed state.

“To work,” I monotonously replied, turning away from her. I shuffled out of the apartment with anger dominating every part of me, blinding me to the point where I guess I forgot to lock the door.

“I did this.”

Morgan’s head shot up at the utterance of my words. “What do you mean, kid?”

“I left her by herself...alone,” I scoffed. “We were fighting, and I just left her there. God, I didn’t even lock the door.” I rammed the back of my head against the plaster wall, squeezing my eyes tightly. “How can I be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Hey, stop that!” Morgan intervened, pulling my shoulders off of the wall. “You didn’t know that this was going to happen…”

“Yes, but I should’ve known, Morgan! Don’t you get it!”

“Spenc-”

“I had one job…” I sighed, the inner walls of my chest collapsing into themselves. “God I...I should’ve known.”

My head fell back into the curves of my palms, my tears shamelessly peeking out of the corners of my eyes. My chest heaved reluctantly, as my heart lurched forward. Heat crawled up my cheeks, combining with the coldness of the tears running down my face.

Morgan’s supporting hand felt like a phantom’s upon the skin of my back, knowing that nothing compared to the innocent touch of my Y/N.

-

“What is it, Spence?”

“I promise you that....that I’m always going to keep you safe, no matter what it takes.”

-

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Hi, I see you're taking requests! If it hasn't been done yet, could you do aspectabund with Revali please? I love your writing <3

2. aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

pairing: revali x reader

summary:  he knows you’ve been avoiding him and he can’t seem to figure out why.

  Shaking the snow from his feathers, Revali surveyed the layered red rock of Mount Agaat with a scrutinizing gleam in his eyes. The reconnaissance flyby over the ice covered peaks had proven successful, with him safely scouting out several bokoblin camps under the cover of cloud. 

Mindful of the tripwire, he entered the makeshift campsite to find you and the Gerudo Chief conversing quietly by the fire. You appeared in deep contemplation, and out of respect (and perhaps partial curiosity) he made no move to announce his arrival. 

Urbosa crossed her arms, turning to you with a sly smile adorning her lip. “You can’t keep dancing around each other forever.” 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, fiddling with one of your winter gloves. “It’s highly likely he won’t understand anyway.” 

“I’m sure his feelings on the matter are not as dissimilar as you think. Besides...” She leaned forward, whispering something into your ear. 

Warmth creeping up to your cheeks, your face was in your hands in an instant, body leaning forward as Urbosa let out a short laugh at your exaggerated reaction. Cute.

The mortified groan you gave in response made him chuckle, finally alerting you both to his presence. 

The Gerudo Chief angled her head and gave a brief nod in his direction, most likely having sensed his presence ages ago. In stark contrast, you quickly spun in your seat, mouth agape. 

Nearly falling from the log, Urbosa reached out to snag the hood of your coat, saving your face from smashing into the dirt ground. Revali tsked, you should really be more aware of your surroundings. 

"Revali!” Immediately, you bit down on your lip, schooling your face into something more subdued. “Welcome back." 

Tilting his head, he found it odd how difficult it was for you to maintain eye contact. Your cheeks were darker at this point, the tip of your nose slightly red. His wings itched to readjust the scarf wrapped loosely around your neck. Perhaps you were cold. That won’t do. 

"Did I miss anything?" He asked, looking pointedly at Urbosa. 

He would never admit it but the Chief maintained a steadfast poker face. “I have nothing to share.” Standing up, she moved to add more kindling to the fire. “No monster has dared approach us yet.”

Judging by the impressive blades hanging from both your hips, he wasn’t surprised. Rubbing at his shoulders, he swiped a wing over the rocky expanse before them. “Good. And thanks to me, we now have a greater chance of avoiding them on the way up.”

He didn’t miss the way your body froze when Urbosa offered for him to take her seat. Not seeing any issue and assuming it to be a response to the cold of the mountain, he acquiesced. 

The mission was completed without a hitch, the swing of your blade delivering the killing blow to the fierce lynel that guarded the peak of the mountains. Revali tried not to stare as you cleaned your blade on the snow, ignoring the errant beat of his heart as you turned to smile at him, skin still flushed from the heat of battle. 

“It comes to no surprise that you are the Gerudo Chief’s apprentice.” He nodded, unable to hide the hint of admiration in his voice.

Tugging at the sleeves of your flowing blue jacket, your eyes were wide and shining, mouth close to admitting something profound and important. Revali kept his beak shut, waiting for you to say what you needed, disappointed when all it came to be was a simple “Thanks.” 

You then proceeded not to speak to him for the rest of the week. 

It was a shame really, you were one of the few allies he could stand for more than five minutes. The Rito thought you were diligent; a fighter that could tame a tempest, and most of all a worthy opponent when it came to the odd verbal sparring match. 

Never had you shied away from a challenge, especially one posed by him. He was invested in your progress, secretly standing guard on the nights you would sneak out to train, ensuring that no person nor creature would disturb you. What's worse, a part of him honestly thought that you had begun to consider him as something close to a friend. 

And now...

“I’ll scout the area!” 

Revali sighed as he watched your retreating form once again, the remaining Champions looking at each other with equal confusion at your sudden disappearance into the forest. He didn’t know what your problem was, and honestly one more day of these mixed messages was going to drive him insane. 

Slipping past him like water, you evaded him at all costs. Taking your meals alone or with different people, changing the location of your training sessions, waking up unbearably early or extremely late. 

Then, on day eight of this madness, he found you sparring with a particular golden-haired knight that he couldn’t stand. That was the last straw. 

“Fight me,” he said to you, uncaring of the other knights on the training field that stopped to stare at him approaching. The sword in his wing, though blunted, felt foreign and heavy. Long has it been since he last held a blade like this. 

Taking off your helmet, you rubbed at your eyes to see if it was truly him. “Revali?” Funny, that was the first thing you’d said to him in days. “Where’s your bow? Ah, it seems you’ve forgotten.” You were already in the process of collecting your things. “Perhaps next time. It wouldn’t be fair if you had to fight me with a sword, after all…”

He scoffed, watching as you turned to leave. “Oh, so you plan on running away again like a scared fledgling?” 

The training sword sailed past his head, missing his cheek by only a fraction. You didn't give him a second to flinch. 

Revali side-stepped away, making a move to swing his sword at your back. Feet sliding, you blocked it with ease, sword already there to intercept his own even before it completed its arc through the air. 

Experimentally, he pushed back on the blade. Dead still, it refused to budge. He tilted his head to capture your eyes, thrilled to see the burning embers behind them, all passivity long abandoned. There you are. “Nice to see you,” he grinned wryly. 

Both of you separated quickly. Circling each other, his eyes took in the determined clench of your jaw and the steady rise and fall of your chest, waiting for when you’d launch yourself forward again. 

"Not bad," you smirked. “Another one from that bag of tricks Chief Kamori taught you?” Your confidence in the moment was rather enthralling. Once again he found himself memorizing the planes of your face, reveling in the way your emotions would flit past—clear as day. 

“Just you wait til I’m in the air with a bow in my hand." 

"That's surprising!" You grinned, teeth sharp. "Didn't think the Great Revali was so reliant on keeping to the skies.” A cloud of dirt was kicked up as you propelled yourself forward. Taking the hilt with both hands, you raised your sword to strike heavily down on his head. “But isn’t it pretty when he finally comes down to your level.” 

With a grunt, Revali barely had time to strengthen his stance, bringing his blade up to block your attack. The clashing of swords sent his talons skidding back on the dirt, the muscles in his arms straining against the weight of the blow. 

“You’re insane!” He laughed breathily. “That could have cleaved my skull in two.”

“I knew you’d block it.” 

The fight soon became the only other sound in the training field, many of the knights having left to complete their drills somewhere else. Even that quiet Hylian was no longer there, taking his leave once confident you could hold your own. 

Of course they can defend themselves. He wanted to call out in mocking arrogance. And if they ever were in trouble they wouldn’t need you anyway. Because I’m here. 

Taking a deep breath, you launched yourself at him again, delivering several attacks in a series of sweeping motions. Revali found himself having to focus intently on each one, blocking one after the other, eyes following the movement of your arm in an attempt to anticipate where the blade would next appear. 

As such, he doesn’t notice the sweeping motion of your leg, the action sending him falling backwards into the ground. 

Unlucky for you, the Rito had known the feeling of falling all his life. And before you had the chance to step away, he discarded his blade, reaching out to drag you down with him. 

The air was knocked out of him as you landed painfully on his chest. Your sword slipped from your hand, clattering to the side. Revali pushed it further away when you tried to reach for it, trapping you against him with his other wing. 

Stilling, he could feel the rush of your heartbeat against his own. From on top, you glared at him. “Let me go, fights not over.” 

“Call it an intermission, darling.” You went red at that, smushing your head into his chest so as to hide the wild blush on your cheeks. “This fight is on hold until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me this whole week.” 

“Because you’re…”

“What was that?” He said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. 

“Because you’re you!” You finally let out. An angry scream left your throat, except because your face was still pressed to his front it came out as muffled and rather adorable. 

Revali rested his head on the ground as he exhaled, finding peace in the never ending sea of blue stretched out above you both. “Well,” he said, interrupting the little breakdown you were having. “Of course I’m me, there’s no one else really.  Unless you’ve met another Rito of the same name with razor sharp wit and devilishly good looks.” 

You huffed a laugh, finally lifting your head to look at him. This close and he could see the fan of your eyelashes and the kiss of the sun on your cheeks. It took everything in him not to reach out and trace the line of your mouth, wondering if your lips were as soft as they appeared. 

“I’ve been avoiding you because I like you, silly bird.” Blinking, you gazed at him with utter softness and sincerity. “And I apologise for running. I intended to tell you earlier— on the mountain. But self-doubt got the best of me and I didn’t want you to stop being my friend if you didn’t feel the same.”

Revali’s wings fell to his sides as you shifted, propping yourself up with both your arms. “Guess there’s nothing to worry about now that it’s out in the open.” A watery laugh escaped from your lips when he said nothing. “Come on, Revali. Say something. Or at least stand up so I can kick your ass.” 

His arms were around you once again in an instant, crushing you to him in a tight embrace. “Rito, if this is some kind of trick to knock me off my guard I swear…” He could feel your smile as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. 

“I like you too.” He shook his head, poking you in the side and smiling when you yelped in response. “You are amazing and skillful. I enjoy every moment I spend with you. Though you overthink too much. Alas, but the curse of one so perceptive.” 

“Still don’t know if that’s an insult or a compliment.” You mouthed into his neck. His feathers raised at the feeling of your warm breath against him. “Though I’m extremely relieved that Urbosa was right.” 

Revali thought back to the mission at Mount Agaat, wondering what exactly the Gerudo Chief told you back then. “Right about what?”

“That you can’t take your eyes off me, even if you tried.”