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đ Magitober Day 1 - Fav Magical Girl â¨
*rotates my blorbos*
#magitober#magitober 2024#alina gray#karin misono#kokoro awane#magia record#ok im not gonna do the thing where i burn myself out trying to keep up with an october challenge#im gonna participate in selective days n have fun with it#anyway love how these turned out looking like concept art for little marketable figurines#sighs dreamily maybe in a perfect world#magireco#alina#karin#kokoro
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#heâs so silly itâs unbareable sometimes#iâve watched despicable me too many times just 4 him#every time i see him or a reference to him i lose my fucking mind#heâs soooo perfect and adorable#and i donât care about the crimes he commited. in fact i forgive him#i just want to hold his hand#IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK??#i wanna squish his dumb little face#and maybe ruffle his stupid hair#ugh.#i canât believe iâve wifed him up this hard#ALMOST 2 YEARS#HE ONLY HAS 7 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME#he deserves the world#sighs dreamily and swoons#heâs such a fucking loser i love him more than life itself
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â right here | j.ww
â pairings; wonwoo x fem! reader â genre; smut, stalker themes, angst, fluff, 90s! au â w.c; 2.9k+ â warnings; stalking, a brief non-con talk (doesn't actually happen), masturbating (m.&f.), almost phone sex, stealing of panties, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, he's a bit toxic and an idiot, he's a law student, reader's parents are mentioned as strict and conservative â a/n; yeah... tried to make it dark and failed miserably. and yes wonwoo reads kafka and you can't change my mind.
stalker! wonwoo who also loves horror movies and hence loves to pull little pranks on you.
âso, gotta boyfriend?â his voice is distorted by the voice changer before it reaches you on the other side. he sighs dreamily, eyes focused on your figure as you cook dinner.
you're not wearing any pants, just an oversized shirt. even though he knows your answer, he waits for you to reply. you blow the soup before tasting it, your landline phone pinched between your shoulder and ear.
âwhy do you ask?â
wonwoo smiles, leaning against the tree in your backyard. it's almost the same age as you. he knows that. he also knows you live with your parents 'cause they want to protect their little girl from the world. and that you're all alone for tonight, and you share his taste for horror movies.
you move around the kitchen, occupied with the dish. â'could take you out on a date,â he suggests.
you roll your eyes with a scoff, but a small part of you wants to entertain the idea. the idea of going on a date with your digital fling for 3 months does sound enticing. you let the idea sink in as you stir the contents of the pot.
wonwoo groans when you lean your elbows on the counter, giving him a perfect view of your ass. the navy blue underwear, or is it black? he squints his eyes and looks closer. whatever it is, it has him rock-hard beneath his pants.
âdid you stub a toe?â you ask with amusement to which he laughs. your visage changes when you realise what he could be doing on the other end. âwait, what are you doing?â
âwhat do you think i'm doing?â he smirks, watching you move off the counter and closer to the phone body. you twirl the coil cord with your fingers and bite your lip.
âI don't,â you take a deep breath, âknow.â
he pulls a cotton underwear from his blazer pocket and presses it to his nose, inhaling your scent. his cock twitches with need, and he suppresses a groan. holding his wireless Nokia 6110 between his shoulder and ear, he undoes his jeans.
it's freezing cold outside, and the risk of mosquitoes is high, but he simply doesn't care. wonwoo pulls his cock out, hissing at the cold air biting his tip. he wraps his fingers around the base, lazily stroking it before wrapping his cock with your underwear that went missing a couple of days ago.
you're at a crossroad in the kitchen. a part of you basks in this debauchery, and the other knows that this very well could be some middle-aged pervert or some 12-year-old messing with you.
âyou're so pretty, princess.â he grunts into the phone, hips bucking into his hand.
âyou don't even know how I look like..â you trail off, lowkey turned on. wait no! he could be an old man, ew.
he chuckles, eyes darting towards your figure leaning back on the counter with your pouted lips and knitted eyebrows. âmaybe..â
wonwoo presses your panties on his tip with his thumb, teasing his slit. his breath quickens and worry looms over your features at his silence.
âyou don't know the things I want to do to you.â
you roll your eyes again with a sigh. âreally? i wonder what it could be.â the boredom in your tone amuses him.
âI want you to sit on my face,â
a scandalised gasp erupts from your throat before acting nonchalant again. âoh yeah? what else, ghostface?â your breath falters, and your stomach flips. you don't even want to think about what's happening between your legs.
âI'd slowly kiss down your body and make you come undone in all ways.â
well, shit. your legs snap close and bite your lips to stop any embarrassing noises from spilling out. the logical part of you drowns in the wave of horniness that hits you. wonwoo doesn't wait for you to speak and continues.
âI want to strip you bare and make love to you.â his hand movements quicken when he sees you slip a hand down your panties. he sucks in oxygen like he's deprived of it. the cold bites at his skin and his breaths turn foggy, but the thought of you warms him from inside.
your thoughts muddle, and any common sense is thrown out the window when you feel your arousal sticking to your panties. you can't offer him many words, and it brings you embarrassment at how easily you fold. to keep up your facade, you scoff into the speaker but wait for him to speak up.
but the line disconnects, filling you with disappointment and wanting. you place the phone on the cradle and sit down on the floor. the disappointment doesn't deter you from touching yourself to the thoughts of him. you wonder how he sounds in real life and imagine him doing the things he spoke of.
your toes curl as you apply pressure to your clit, rubbing it incessantly. your other hand plays with your nipples, pinching and rolling them over your t-shirt. you try and try but can't climax. you pull out your hands with anger and annoyance.
burying your head in your knees, you think of blocking him but realise he's probably using *67. the hiss of the boiling snaps you back to reality, and you stand up in a hurry to look at the food. you groan, looking at the sad-looking dish staring back at you.
the telephone rings, piling up on your irritated state. âwhat?â you bark, teeth grinding and knuckles turning white.
âcome outside,â a low voice tells you.
âwhat?â you repeat, softer this time. before the gears in your brain could turn, you find yourself at the front door, turning the knob. it feels like whiplash when your eyes land on the person outside.
âwonwoo? what are you doing here?â
now, why the hell was your ex-boyfriend at your door? and wait.. is he your ghostface?
the possibilityâpossibility? it's the fucking truth. he's the one who's been calling you anonymously for 3 months and filling the hole in your romantic life. the very hole that he left.
he looks the sameâalmost the sameâbut then you notice the faint ring of dark circles, the tiredness in his eyes, and, is that your panties hanging from his blazer pocket?
it doesn't take long for your pent-up emotions to flood your senses and suddenly, you're pulling him in, and locking your hands around his neck. you press your lips to his and let his hands wander your body.
 âwonwoo, fuck!â
you throw your head back on the handrest and tug at his hair roots. his tongue laps at your cunt, and his nose brushes your clit as you lay fully bare on your couch. wonwooâs grip on your hips holds you down while he slurps and sucks on your hole, tongue prodding inside every now and then.
his soft lips mold with your pussy lips, and his over-grown hair tickles your inner thigh. his hungry eyes meet yours before he pulls away with your fluids glistening on his skin. he ascends on you like a predator sizing up its prey. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down.
the soft material of his t-shirt presses against your burning skin, and you feel cold without his warmth. âoff,â you huff, tugging at the cloth. he obliges with a smile. soon he joins you on the couch, and feeling his bare skin on yours elicits a variety of emotions from you.
youâre ready to break down and cry but also have the urge to slap him along with the cauterizing need to have him inside you. he stills for a moment, silently looking for reassurance to go ahead. you tilt up your head, kissing him softly and breathing him in. you forgot how intimate it felt to share your breath with another.
wonwoo kisses your forehead and moves back, positioning himself between your legs. âcondom?â you croak.
âI donât have one.â
eyeing the hesitant look on your face, he continues. âI havenât slept with anyone ⌠after you.â
you crash your lips against his, tongue pushing past his lips. you moan wantonly, and the noises of wet kissing reverberate through your eardrums. you card your fingers through his lush black locks and tilt your head, kissing him deeper and slower.
your core pulsates as his hands rediscover your body. goosebumps rise on your skin when his thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and you shiver, feeling his cock on your thigh. you gasp for air, pulling away. his hands brush down your back to your ass, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers.
wonwoo leans back on the handrest, helping you to position on his cock. you sink down on his cock with his help. you moan in unison when you bottom out. his raw cock kissing your insides sends a flurry of tingles through your body.
you grind down to stimulate your clit. shameless moans escape your lips when he thrusts up, balls slapping against your ass. his hands make a home on your hips as he continues drilling his cock inside you. you throw your hands around his neck, pressing yourself against him. you donât kiss him but place your lips close to his, and with every moan and whimper, your lips brush against his.
you lose yourself in pleasure, in the way his cock splits you open and in the way he sucks on your nipples. one of his hands moves down to rub your clit as he keeps sucking on your nipple. he moves to the other one, swirling his tongue around the bud.
your body trembles with stimulation, and you bounce on his cock harder, desperately chasing your high. wonwoo detaches from your tits to press a hot kiss against your lips. you moan against his lips, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten with each thrust.
his tip kisses your insides, and your arousal forms a creamy ring around the base of his cock. you're way too gone, lost in the warmth of his hands and the depth of his onyx eyes.
a certain thrust and the rubbing of his hand has you trembling above him. your legs give out, and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
âI can'tâI,â wonwoo shushes you and repositions his hands on your ass, gripping it as he thrusts upwards into your cunt. the sheer force of his thrusts makes you whimper and dig your fingernails into his broad shoulders.
âwonu,â you draw out his name as your face contorts in pleasure.
âyes, princess?â the nickname never fails to fluster you, and the rich timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest.
âplease, I want toâwant to cum.â
he nibbles on your earlobe, wetting the skin with his tongue. âmhm. but bad girls don't get to cum.â
âbad girl?â you whimper, âbut I didn't do anything!â
ây'sure, princess?â
âyes!â
âyou started talking to a stranger on the phone. yes, it was me. but you weren't aware.â you whine when he slows his pace to a stop. you clench around his length, chasing for some friction.
âyou started locking your windows. I thought you liked it when I used to climb into your room through your windowââ
you cut him off, âyou broke up with me for your stupid friends!â
âand.. I left it open for the first few days after you left...â your voice reduces to a whisper.
âI'm sorry, princess.â he starts. âbut it seemed like you moved on with your little church boy,â he hisses through his teeth, voice lacing with venom.
âjoshua is my friend.â you hiss back.
wonwoo clicks his tongue, hating the taste of his name on your tongue. the chances of you kicking him out if this keeps up are high. so he changes the topic.
ây'k how badly I wanted to climb into your room? to take off your blankets, and push aside your panty. you would like that wouldn't you?â
âfor me to have my way with you while you're asleep? even if you wake up, you'll let me hit it like a slut, right?â
your pussy flutters around his cock and you whine, hitting his chest. wonwoo smirks and leans into your ear, âdirty, dirty princess.â his voice drops an octave.
âI was peeping on you all this time. you wore my shirts, princess? love me that much? hmm?â
you hide your face in his shoulders but feel his smile radiating through his voice. âfuck you.â
âyou are,â he grips your hips, pulling out halfway before slamming his cock back in. your slick arousal drips down your thighs, uncomfortably. his cock stretches your gummy walls and the coil in your stomach tightens.
it's hard to adjust to his animalistic pace and you're overwhelmed. lust and passion clouds your senses and the coil snaps. the orgasm crashes over you and your lewd moans fill the room. your body trembles above his and you grip onto him for dear life.
your first orgasm in three months is mind-numbing. wonwoo continues to thrust, chasing his orgasm. he grunts when you violently clench around his length, forcing him to cum.
warm ropes of cum decorate your walls and the wet sounds of sex halts as he pulls you closer. he rests his forehead on yours, sharing his breath with you.
by the time you calm down, you're flooded with shame and the reality of what just happened. his arms and the sound of his heartbeat is no longer comforting. removing his arms around you, you stand up.
you hiss and clench your thighs at the ache between them. his essence drips out of your hole down your thighs, a reminder of what you just did.
wonwoo sits up, worry filling his system as he watches slip on your t-shirt and move away from the couch. he wants to say something, but what can he say? hey, sorry for leaving you and stalking you. 'think we can get back together?
he cringes at himself and watches helplessly as you move towards the vinyl record holder. you pull out a vinyl he recognises and place it on the player.
âThe Chainâ by Fleetwood Mac fills the room, and you walk back to the couch, sitting with space between you two. the soft strum of guitar and drums calms his nerves.
âwhy?â you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to look at him as you ask. he sighs and shifts a little closer, t-shirt covering his body and glasses back on. âI,â he sucks in a sharp breath.
âI had doubts about ⌠us.â
âI didn't think we'd work out and my friends seemed to agree. IâI'm sorry.â he holds his gaze down with shame.
âit was stupid, i know. but I thought our differences won't work out.â
âhow can you decide it before anything actually happens?â you bark at him, your heart clenches with frustration.
âIââ
âand if you don't love me now, you will never love me againâ
wonwoo cringes inwardly. who would have thought that the song he used to dance with you to would represent his life now? he cannot find words to express what he wants to say. two years of majoring in law and literature down the drain.
he simply moves closer till his thighs press against yours and leans his head on your shoulders. âdid you only miss me for my body?â
âno!â his defense comes a bit stronger, and he hugs you closer. âno. it's not like that. I missed you.â
âI can still hear you saying you would never break the chainâ
you take his face in your hands, kissing his lips softly. but you break it as soon as your lips meet and drag him upstairs to your room. your grip on his tighter, harsher, like you're trying to prove a point.
wonwoo doesn't protest that he's naked and lets you drag him away. reaching your room, you pull him inside and show him the stacks of books lining your nightstand.
he adjusts his glasses and squints at the books. he saw you buying books and reading them almost every night. he wondered how your conservative parents suddenly allowed you to read books, let alone ... law books?
âlaw books. I fought with my parents and bought them, just so that we could talk about it because I don't know shit about law!â
you're sobbing, tears cascading down your cheeks, and he feels his heart skip a beat or two. his eyes dart towards the other books on your shelf, Sherlock Holmes and Kafka, his favorites too.
he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly. he smiles at your faux protests and holds you softly.
wonwoo doesn't tell you but he has his own collection of Fleetwood Mac vinyl records lining up in his shelf. he bought Delta of Venus and A Spy in the House of Love, even though he doesn't like the vulgarity of the books you secretly read.
he holds you closer, and for anyone who looks into your windows, they'd only see the silhouette of a single person. your sobs quiet down, and he whispers soft apologies into your skin.
and wonwoo discovers that love is simple after all. love is reading Law and Kafka in your moonlit room filled with '60s rock music.
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Camaraderie
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer and some unwanted guests catch you singing at a bad time Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.1k a/n: something short nâ sweet, get it? i know i said i was sick and I still am but i wanted to really write something based on this post so i did and since Iâm still battling the flu, this isnât my best work nor has this been edited but still posting it for the fun of it all! Hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! đ
Spencer Reid was never one to forget. After all, his near perfect memory didnât allow him to, which was a curse and a blessing on itself. So it came to everyoneâs surprise when Morgan came strolling in the BAU office after hours to pick him and Luke up for a scheduled boysâ night out and the boy genius innocently asked what he was doing there.
âNo way,â Morgan chuckled, eyebrows raised in disbelief. âPretty boy has forgotten something? It must be my lucky night âcause this only happens once in a lifetime.âÂ
âYou really forgot?â Luke clarified as they all packed into Morganâs four door vehicle. âOh man, I thought you were pulling my leg a while ago when I brought it up and you made no comment.â
âIt really slipped my mind!â Spencerâs voice going up in defense.Â
The duo laughed.Â
âOr maybe youâre getting old,â Morgan needled as the car came to a stop at a red light.
Spencer shook his head, wishing to drop the subject. âHey, do you mind passing by the apartment for a bit? I didnât tell her that I was going to be out late since it you know, slipped my mindââ
âCanât you just text her for that?â Morgan argued back.
ââand Iâll drop off my dirty go bag.âÂ
âOh got the missus doing the laundry?â Luke teased.Â
âSheâs not my wife yet,â he sighed dreamily. If he was going to be honest with himself, he was looking forward to it. He had half the mind to propose elopement when got down on one knee but the excitement you radiated off when discussing about themes, dinner placements, and the wedding gown was enough for him to dispose of that idea quickly. It didnât matter how fancy or how long the planning would take, as long as at the end of it all, he got to call you his and you get to call him yours. Everything in between was just lavish wrapping to present the world Mr and Mrs Reid.Â
The car came to a stop, bringing him out of his musings.Â
âThanks Morgan,â Spencer started to exit the passenger seat. âNo need to go up, Iâll be quick.â
They both shook their heads, also stepping outâMorgan from the driverâs side and Luke from the side beside him.
âWeâll say hi to the future Mrs Reid,â he patted his back as the trio packed into the elevator up to his floor.
Spencer shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. With your busy work schedule and the upcoming nuptials, it was a rare occurrence for anyone from the team, expect for Garcia, to catch even a glimpse of you.
Echoing melody was the first thing that greeted them once they stepped out of the lifts.Â
He laughed under his breath, already knowing that it was coming from the home you both shared. It had been a ritual for you, of sorts, as the only neighboring apartment was empty from tenants. There was really no one to scold you for making any ruckus at this acceptable 7pm time. Spencer, for one, wasnât one to spoil your fun. He loved seeing you be free, dancing around in his clothing and singing the lyrics no matter how off key.Â
Key slotted to the door, he let themselves in without any words exchangedâjust looks and laughter under their breath.
âand Iâm obsessed Are you free next week? I bet weâd have really good
Spencer admired your swaying form from behind. Wearing his Caltech tee that was three times too big for you, neckline slipping off to one shoulder. His very own personal sunshine chasing away all the darkness that had tainted his very being.Â
Unaware of your audience, you belted out the next cheeky lyrics. âCome right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said youâre not in myââÂ
Luke slapped his mouth to stop his chuckle from escaping while Morganâs eyebrows raised at an all time high.
âLove,â Spencer urgently called out.
ââtimezone, but you wanna beâeek!â You shrieked, turning to face the voice of your lover, only to find two more unaccounted for in the audience.Â
âHey pretty girl,â Morgan drawled out. âThatâs some nice singing youâve got there.âÂ
You felt your face flush with mortification. Out of all the people to have caught you, it had to be Morgan. The self titled big brother who liked to tease all he held dear to his heart.Â
âW-what are you all doing here?â
Spencer reached out to give you chaste kiss on the lips. âWeâre going out for a boysâ night out and I forgot all about it.â
âThat doesnât explain why youâre all here exactly.â
âI was just going to drop off my dirty go bag and they wanted to say hi,â he smiled at the embarrassment he could clearly see written in your expressive face.Â
But i bet weââd have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull âem down, turn me âround Oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet whenâ
âOh my god,â your feet pattering on the hardwood floor as you ran to stop the vinyl still playing in the background. âNot one word,â you threatened the duo with a finger raised up high.
They both raised their hands up in defense but mirth was clearly painted on their faces. This was definitely becoming a lethal ammo perfect for quips and teasing.Â
âOkay, you three out,â you all but pushed them out to the lobby. âI need to bury myself in copious amount of wine and please, forget everything you saw, okay, and Spenceââ you leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye and squeezed his hand that held yours. ââIâll see you when you get back. Have fun!âÂ
The door slammed shut without another word uttered.
Morgan turned to Reid with a smirk on his lips. âSo camaraderie, huh?â
âShut up,â Spencer quipped back, giving him a slight shove towards the elevator.
But before he himself stepped into the awaiting lifts for a night of no doubt teasing and innuendos, Spencer sent a quick message back to his other half with cheeks red and a grin on his face.
Your wish is my command, love. Later.Â
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Tradition - Part Seven
Check out @drawlypsyâs full version of the header that can be found here!
âSn-Snezhnayan tradition dictates in a traditional battle, the winner is allowed to request one thing from the-â another cough, born from phlegm in his throat that rattles wetly, âfrom the loser.â (or, You accept a bet and despite not winning, youâre not sure if youâve actually lost.)
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Childe/f!Reader 2,123 Words - SFW Bamboozled into marriage, awkwardness, fluff, future smut
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Once, perhaps the second or third rematch, Childe made small talk as he sprawled across the floor, leaned back on his hands behind him. First, he mentioned his brother that youâd helped; Teucer. Then, he slipped aimlessly from one topic to the other.Â
A comfortable cottage made of stone and well-made roof thatching, settled at the edge of a little fishing village tucked along the coastline of Snezhnaya. Its shores protected from battering waves by slow-moving icebergs that create an ever-shifting wall from the outside world.Â
And in that cottage, in that village, is his family. Siblings who are genuinely happy to see him, parents that put smiles on their faces and tension at the corner of their eyes. A backyard with a ruin guard, its core removed. Farmland that had once been worked by his family to sustain them that lay barren now thanks to Childeâs flow of cash.Â
Childe paints a pretty picture of rigid mountains, forests of pine trees that would be a deep green if not for the layers and layers of snow covering each individual needle. Frozen lakes that are sturdier than the earth itself, protesting as he drills holes to fish through. The sky stretching into the distance, clear and cold and blue.Â
Snezhnaya is as beautiful as he describes it to be.Â
The ship was forced to wait in the small harbor for the night. To approach Morepesok without the guiding light of the sun would be to openly invite the vessel to go ahead and sink. The icebergs donât move quickly, but they do move, and the village is small enough that the light canât quite reach out to where you prop your chin on the cold, frozen wood of the shipâs railing.Â
The moon is just passed new. A thin little sliver, squinting down at the way your breath pushes from your nose in a sigh, the cloud drifting up and away. The stars here are no different than the ones in Mondstadt, or Liyue, or Sumeru, but they seem somehow both brighter and more far away. Like even they are afraid of the chill thatâs just barely being fought off by the thick cloak and clothing youâve procured for the trip.Â
On your left hand, the ring is warmed happily by your body heat.
Itâs getting late, and you should return to the bunk room to get some sleep before you try to piece together Childeâs descriptions to find your way. Before, not so long ago, you would have been endlessly irritated that you could recall such descriptions with picture-perfect clarity. Itâs as if heâs dreamily reciting memories of his homeland to you right now, at your side.Â
But now, itâs comforting. Soothing enough to lull you asleep with the rocking of the ship and the quiet thudding of your heart in anticipation.Â
Sumeru was - is - arduous. Scaramouche is spirited away somewhere by Nahida, but thatâs still a mess that needs to be cleaned up. Thereâs still so much to do, so many places to explore, every little rock and ruin to pick through for even a trace of your sibling. Even Dainsleif would be a welcome arrival; itâs about that time again where he shows his face and says things that only leave you more confused and frustrated.Â
Maybe itâs actually better he stays away for a little. Your life is complicated enough as it is.
You awaken to the sound of the crew on the deck, of orders being called out. It takes only a moment for you to blink at the ceiling and decipher the fact that there isnât the sort of urgency that suggests an emergency. Itâs alright to lay in your bunk a little longer.Â
Hands laced over your stomach as you look upward, you think about Paimon. Dunyarzad had been plenty happy for Paimon to stay with her family - god knows theyâd be able to foot the bill for an appetite like that. But Paimon had been adamant she come with you in case you do find your wayward fiance.Â
âWho knows what will happen! Youâll come back and youâll be⌠be⌠Mrs. Tartaglia, or something! Paimon has to make sure you donât get swept off and married before Paimon can be there!â
But of course, by âbeing with youâ, she meant tucked away in the nice, warm teapot that sits in your inventory. Close enough that you can call on her if the time for nuptials comes, but far enough away that she doesnât have to deal with the cold of Snezhnaya.Â
âPaimon is⌠cold-blooded! Once Paimon gets cold, itâs all over!â And thatâs okay. As much as you appreciate your companion, itâs nice to have a little time alone.Â
Youâve never really been alone before.Â
A bell rings somewhere up above, signifying the final approach to the docks. The ship is small enough that you can get to the deck in a few short steps and prepare to disembark. Leaning against the same railing from the evening prior, you look out on the village in the light of day. Itâs not exactly as you imagined, but it fits perfectly as it had been described.Â
As a fishing village, you expected it to be a little more gray, a little more dreary. As a Snezhnayan village, you expected it to be less populated, a little less busy.Â
It subverts your expectations in all those ways. There are already people on the dock ready to help moor the ship. Not so far away, you can see the square of the village, lit with a crackling bonfire to warm those who seem to be doing shopping at a morning market. Food must always be fresh, if itâs colder than an icebox all the time.Â
And the fish. Childe wasnât lying about the size of the fish. As you walk past one in the square to enjoy the bonfire for a moment, you swear its eyes seem to follow you. But surely itâs dead, and youâre just feeling odd being in a place so new without anyone else to comfort you.Â
Right, you tell yourself, holding your mitten-clad hands out to accept the fireâs warmth, a moment longer here, and Iâll start that search in earnest.Â
A moment turns into two, then three, and before long you realize youâre simply wasting time and stalling. Youâre better at recognizing it now, after scrutinizing your behavior toward Childe and this situation. Diversion after stall tactic after excuse to drag things out. And then you took long enough that the two of you were separated before you could make any further headway.Â
Though, heâs already an indeterminable amount of distance away from you, so whatâs a few moments longer?
If the fire was a finite resource, it would be accurate to pin you with the sin of greed. Snezhnaya is so cold, colder than it would be if you had another form by your side that would let you snuggle into his cloak and press yourself against him to leech his warmth.Â
Instead, a different body slams into you, almost knocking you off balance and into the wet slush on the ground made of melted snow.Â
Your name, chanted in a cheerful voice with the slightest lisp of a child missing their front teeth. Over and over as his arms squeeze tighter and tighter, only loosening when another voice pipes up, âWait, this is Ajaxâs-?â
The voice cuts off and a third voice says, only in somewhat of a whisper, âYeah! But donât say anything, remember? Mama and Papa donât know yet, and you know Teucer canât keep a secret for his life.â
Teucer is who clings to you with giggling laughter and a cacophony of words that you canât quite make out beyond his happiness at seeing you here. The other two would be unmistakable as his siblings - as Childeâs siblings. A girl with long orange hair in a braid, and blue eyes that have the same shine as Teucerâs. A boy with a darker shade of auburn, cropped short and looking far too serious for someone his age.Â
Still bewildered, your mind wanders in the chaos as you contemplate whether a younger Childe was more similar to Teucer, or the pre-teen boy that you can only assume is Anthon. Itâs difficult to imagine Childe with such an expression on his face; he seems far more suited to wide smiles and laughter and freckles on his cheeks.Â
The two others donât introduce themselves to you. It doesnât seem necessary, considering theyâre obviously aware of who and what you are, and youâve heard more than your fair share of stories about Childeâs siblings. But still, you do your best to give them a smile before looking down at Teucer to pry his arms from around your waist. Heâs letting the warmth out from inside your cloak, after all.Â
âItâs good to see you, too. What happened to your teeth?â
âThey fell out-â
âHe slipped on the ice face-first and knocked them out.â Anthon says, stepping forward to scrutinize you better. âTheyâre still in the snow somewhere, we couldnât find âem. Is Ajax with you?â
It takes a moment for you to process the mystery of Teucerâs missing teeth, immediately followed by a question that answers an unspoken one of your own. So he isnât here. Unfortunate - that ticket cost a lot of mora, considering the vessel wasnât meant for passengers. Who takes a Winter trip to Snezhnaya, anyway? Much less to a little fishing village more than a day of travel from the capitol.
Anthon asked a question, and you shake your head to answer, âNo, he isnât. I was actually hoping he was here, with you. Weâve been⌠apart for business, and Iâm not sure where heâs stationed at the moment.â
âWell, the last letter he sent didnât say where, so we dunno either.â Tonia explains, stepping forward as well. âItâs a good thing we found you before anyone else did.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Your question sounds a little guarded. Itâs probably not necessary to be defensive around the children who will inevitably be your in-laws, but theyâre giving you the answers to questions you werenât even aware of, and suddenly the snow feels a little too bright, the fire too warm, your cloak too heavy.Â
Breathe.Â
Sumeru took a lot out of you, put a lot into you that youâre still working through. A fear of too much happening at once - one-hundred and sixty eight defeats against a metal monstrosity of elemental power would burden anyone with an anxiety they canât quite shake.Â
In the midst of your swirling thoughts, Tonia interjects, reaching down beside her to a basket that had carefully been tucked into the snow. âTeucer, why donât you run this back to Mama? Sheâs waiting on these and youâre the fastest runner. Weâll bring the Traveler, so donât worry!â
The boy doesnât even bat an eye. He accepts the basket with a look of determination, âI wonât even need a break!â
âWatch your footing, donât slip again-â
âYeah, or your bottom teeth will go next.â Anthonâs teasing could be construed as rude, but thereâs a smile on his face, a smile on Teucerâs, and maybe thatâs just a thing between them you donât quite get. Surely your twin has made jibes like that in the past, but it feels like a lifetime since you last held their hand in yours before dispersing into golden light and stardust.
Once Teucer is far out of earshot, Anthon no longer withholds information.
âAjax hasnât said a word about your engagement to our parents.â He says with a seriousness that makes you wonder if perhaps his parents are some sort of abyssal beasts that would have their transformations triggered by the mention of holy matrimony.Â
Tonia further clarifies, âDonât be mad at him about it. Itâs like.. a Snezhnayan tradition that the mother of the groom plans the wedding. And she said Ajax is old enough that he really should start looking-â
âAnyway, he obviously had a reason for only telling Tonia and me, so-â
âSo, you shouldnât say anything about it for now. Did you come here looking for him? Where from?â Toniaâs voice goes from trying too hard to seem grown-up to having that childlike inquisitiveness that Teucer still enjoys. Her gloved hand wraps around your arm to start guiding you along Teucerâs footprints in the snow. Anthon follows behind, listening as you do your best to answer her questions and ignore the unsettled feeling in your stomach of once again having no direction.Â
Thereâs a suspiciously Teucer-shaped indent in the disturbed snow on the path, a footprint skidding longer than the others. You ignore that, too.Â
#childe#tartaglia#genshin impact#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#childe x reader#childe/reader#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia/reader#genshin#multi part#multi chap
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i had no idea that poto ace and aro week was a thing until a few minutes ago, but i have the perfect thing for it... a story from the poto rewritten short stories collection! :D
read it in full below or check out the audiobook my mom helped make! (and be sure to check out the other 5 stories!) i proudly present...
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 Christine was dreaming. She was with Papa, Raoul, Meg and Erik, all of them clad in white clothes. They laughed while sitting in a field of dandelions. A gentle breeze flew by.
Just then, the breeze picked up and a dandelion became caught in Christine's throat! She coughed it out while sitting up in bed. To her surprise, a flower petal floated out of her mouth!
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Meg exclaimed, standing on the bed next to her.
"Wha- What was that for?" Christine asked, trying to catch her breath.
"It's a gentle shower of tulip petals! You rolling over wasn't part of the plan."
Christine took the wet yellow petal with two fingers. "Why did you choose tulips? Roses are the Valentine's Day flower."
"And tulips are the friendship flower! And my favorite. Valentine's Day isn't just about romance, you know," Meg gave a sly smile. "Although I bet you'll be kissing Mr. E lots todayâŚ"
Christine felt her face flame. "No, I won't! Just once or twice."
"You'll do it so passionately that you'll have dozens of kids when you let go!"
"Stop it!" Christine exclaimed, playfully hitting Meg with her pillow. "That's not how it works, silly!"
Meg squealed as she fell down, her foot nearly hitting Christine in the face.
"I'm not interested in having children, not with Erik or Raoul or anyone else," she told Meg. "I'm not even interested marriage!"
"As Mama says, maybe you'll change your mind one day. But if not, that's okay. You have your friends!" Meg said as she sat up. "Valentine's Day is for all types of love- friendship, familyâŚ" She jumped out of bed. "And especially romance! Race you to the bathroom!"
She dashed out of their bedroom, but Christine stayed put. She slowly got out of bed as one word floated through her mind- 'romance'.
I've always enjoyed singing and reading about romance, and it's fun to think about others falling in love, she thought. But me falling in love? I can't imagine it! I know what romance is, but I don't know it. I've never felt it for myself.
Christine wandered to the kitchen, her mind lost in thought. She smiled at the smell of blueberry crepes.
"Good morning, Madame Giry." she greeted the matriarch, who was standing at the stove.
"Good morning, Christine," Madame Giry replied. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oui," Christine fiddled with a strand of her bedhead hair while watching Madame Giry carefully cut the crepe into a heart shape. "When you fell in love with Meg's father⌠What was that like?"
"Oh, falling in love with Jules was wonderful," Madame Giry responded with a smile. "When I saw him for the first time... why, I felt a light sensation that I had never felt before. My world felt new," She sighed dreamily. "It was a time I'll never forget."
"It sounds lovely." Christine said softly.
Madame Giry looked over at Christine. "Don't fret. I'm sure you'll find that special someone eventually."
Christine gave a small smile as the bathroom door opened. Meg sneakily tried to get a bite of breakfast while Christine took a couple plates to the living room table. The blueberry crepes were wonderful (especially when they looked like hearts!), but uncertain thoughts slightly dulled the taste.
'You'll find that special someone'⌠Christine spit toothpaste out of her mouth in a scoff before rinsing her toothbrush. Madame Valerius said the same thing when I was teen-aged. I don't think I'll ever find anyone more special than my friends! She splashed water on her face as a realization came to her. What if that means I'll never find true love? That's fine by me, but it means I'll never truly understand!
She worriedly turned off the sink and dried her face before going to the girls' bedroom.
As Christine made the bed, she thought back to when she saw her friends for the first time. She felt relieved upon seeing Raoul save her red scarf as a kid and was overjoyed to reunite with him years later. Meg made her feel welcome in the opera house and Erik was a surprising (and awkward) sight when they met in person!
But I didn't feel any light sensation, Christine thought. I've never felt that way with anyone.
She gave a frustrated sigh as she wrapped her corset over her torso. It was light pink... the color of love.
I feel love, but not romance. It sounds so wonderful! And yet... Christine laced her corset as she thought, Romance is such a mysterious thing. I want to know exactly what it is so I can feel it for myself someday. Everyone else has, so why can't I? I'm going to figure it out once and for- She winced as she accidentally pulled her corset laces too tight. âŚall.
Christine loosened the laces, determined to solve the mystery of love.
...
 After ballet practice, Christine and Meg hung a string of paper hearts up on the back wall of Christine's dressing room. They had spent most of the day before creating the decoration, which was their gift to each other.
"Be careful!" Christine told Meg, who was standing on her vanity seat.
"I- woah!" Meg nearly tripped, causing Christine to wince. "I am! For the most part, anyways," She secured the other end of the string with surgical tape. "There we go!"
She and Christine stood back, smiling as they looked at their creation.
"It's perfect." Christine said.
"The cutest string ever!" Meg agreed before reminding Christine, "Don't forget to put on your heart necklace. It's perfect for you and your boyfriends!"
Christine rolled her eyes. "The hearts represent Papa, my mother and me!" She took the necklace out of her father's bowl and smiled. "But maybe today, it can be Raoul, us and Erik."
"Aww, the middle heart is bigger because we're sisters!" Meg exclaimed, giving Christine a hug.
Christine chuckled softly. "Something like that."
She was clasping her mother's necklace when someone knocked on the door. After turning the necklace around, Christine opened the door.
"Raoul!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Raoul smiled back. "Happy Valentine's Day, Christine!"
"I have a little present for you," Christine handed him a card. "Here you go."
The card showed a boat with a heart on its sail. On the water below was 'My love for you is bigger than the sea'.
Raoul chuckled. "Nice! Thanks so much. I couldn't find any roses at the flower shop, soâŚ" He took a bouquet of red flowers out from behind his back. "I got you some chrysanthemums!"
"Oh!" Christine sniffed the flowers as she held them. "They smell just as lovely as roses."
Meg took a sniff as well. "She's just saying that to butter you up for some kisses. Roses are way better."
Christine's face grew warm as she gave her friend a look. Raoul's cheeks and ears were pink with surprise!
"I, uh, I guess they are," he said before composing his slightly flustered self. "Are you ready to go out? To the Bois, not some sort of romantic thing!"
Christine giggled. "I am," She gave the bouquet of chrysanthemums to Meg. "We'll be back soon."
"Have fun on your definitely not romantic date!" Meg said with a wink.
...
 Christine and Raoul spent the afternoon at Bois de Boulogne. They strolled down a tree-lined path while snacking on a box of chocolates from Rousseau's. (Their joint gift to each other!)
"You're in love with me, right?" Christine asked. "Romantically, I mean?"
Raoul popped a chocolate in his mouth. "It depends. Most of the time I'm not, butâŚ" He swallowed the chocolate. "Sometimes, this attraction comes over me. I look at you and think, 'Hey, she's pretty'. I feel it when we're close."
Christine touched her hip with his. "Like that?"
"No, there has to be a certain mood. Like when we danced at the masquerade or after coming home from the bistro. But when we're kissing each other in silly places..." Raoul paused to kiss Christine on the nose. "See, it's not there."
"Huh. And what does that attraction feel like?" Christine asked as they resumed walking.
"Oh, I don't know, it feels..." Raoul thought for a few moments. "Well, I don't know how to describe it."
I don't, either. Christine thought with a small sigh.
"I guess it feels like a magnet. I feel drawn towards you," Raoul chuckled. "Hey, that must be why they call it attraction!"
Christine couldn't help but chuckle as well. "It definitely is!"
"It's not a strong magnet, though. It's sort of weak. But that doesn't mean I don't love you! The romantic part isn't that strong."
"How funny," Christine said as Raoul handed her the chocolate box. "We're best friends, family and somewhat romantic at the same time."
"You feel attraction, too?"
Christine flushed midway through a bite of chocolate. "No, I was just talking about you. I⌠I've never felt romance before."
"Oh. Well, that's fine. You're lucky. Romance is a complicated thing!"
Christine gave the box back to Raoul, gazing at the foliage surrounding them as she thought, I've never felt romance, but what about actions? IÂ don't mind Raoul seeing me in my underclothes, but most friends wouldn't dare to be seen like that! Come to think of it, Meg and I like to snuggle in bed. And I kiss Erik on the lips like it's nothing, Christine gasped. But those things can't be romantic! I-
"Are you okay?" Raoul asked.
Christine jerked her head to him. "Wha- Oh, yes, I'm fine," She paused before asking, "How do you know when you're... more than just friends?"
Raoul's ears turned pink. "Are you talking about us?"
"Sort of. Casually undressing in front of each other doesn't seem like something friends do."
"My navy pals and I did that all the time. Once you've known someone for a while, you become more comfortable around them."
"So it's not romantic? And neither is hugging in bed or kissing someone on the lips?"
Raoul ate a chocolate. "Not unless you make it."
I don't feel romance, I don't do it⌠Christine disappointedly bit into a chocolate. All I can do is dimly understand it.
...
 A while later, Raoul was singing a love song while Erik played the piano. Raoul's voice was off-key, but he looked so sincere that Christine didn't mind.
Raoul finished singing and told her, "That was my bonus Valentine's gift to you!" Then he said to Erik, "Thanks for the instrumental."
Erik gave a sly smile. "This is definitely the best way to be a third wheel."
"Bravo, brava!" Christine cheered. "Where did it come from?"
"From a guy in Flanders during my navy days. I told him that it reminded me of you and he gave a copy to take home to my love."
Christine put a hand on her heart. "Aww, how sweet!"
"Now it's time for my Valentine's Day gift," Erik said, swiftly rising from his piano. "That's your cue to leave."
Raoul playfully rolled his eyes before giving Christine a hug. "See you later."
Christine smiled at his slight ocean scent and pulled away. "See you later!"
Once he left, Christine said, "Here's your gift."
She gave him a little box containing some dark chocolates and a card. Underneath playing cards in the shape of a heart were the words, 'You're the queen of my heart'.
Erik laughed. "Cards on a card! How clever," He set the gifts on his table before shyly asking, "A- Are you ready to see your gift?"
"Oui!" Christine replied with a nod.
Erik went into the kitchen and came out with three big bouquets of roses. He even wore a rose flower crown!
"Oh!" Christine breathed. "How wonderful!"
Erik gave a triumphant smirk. "And all the other guy got was 'sweet'."
Christine was given the many roses, which were hard to hold. "This is quite a handful!"
"Only the best for my angel. Nadir forced me to go to the flower shop and buy them. I was so nervous that I forgot what a bouquet was!" Erik sat on the bed, fiddling with his cape as he said, "I- I hope you like them."
"I love them! They'll go perfectly with Raoul's chrysanthemums and Meg's decoration," Christine set the roses on the table, looking at them for a few moments before quietly asking, "What does love feel like? Romantic love, I mean."
"Oh, it's wonderful," Erik replied with a smile. "Strange feelings take over and I can't stop thinking about you. It's overwhelming, really. Quite frightening. Terrifyingly invasive."
Maybe it's good to not feel romance! Christine thought in surprise.
"And yet, it's the most amazing feeling in the world."
"But what does it feel like?" Christine asked, making Erik confused.
"You know, like feeling light and happy."
"Ah, the physical feeling. Well..." Erik tried to think of a way to describe it, but came up blank. "Here, kiss me passionately. That'll do the trick."
Christine wasn't sure about the passionate part, but she readily kissed Erik on the lips after joining him on the bed. He smiled, a look of dreamy bliss on his face as she pulled away.
"Quick, describe what you're feeling!" Christine told him.
"My heart feels light... and my hands are starting to tingle. Mmm, it feels like a pleasant tickle."
"It feels like the rush of satisfaction you get after belting out an aria on stage." Christine guessed.
"Oh, it's even better than that! What does the kiss feel like for you?"
Christine looked down at her lap. "...I feel nothing."
Erik snapped out of his dreamy state. "What?"
"I take that back, I feel a little happy. But I don't feel what you're describing," Christine looked at Erik. "What does attraction feel like?"
"Kind of like love. Except your heart aches a little and your face feels hot. I think about how pretty you are and-" Erik giggled. "Well, it makes me so giddy! You face is so cute and your voice is so beautiful and you're the most adorable person in the world-"
Christine's face burned with a blush as she thought, At least I know what flattery feels like!
"Okay, thank you for the compliments, but we need to get back on track. Name one thing that's attractive about me."
"Um... I don't know..." Erik chuckled bashfully. "Your lips."
Christine absentmindedly licked her lips. "And what makes them attractive?"
"I don't know!" Erik exclaimed, looking away with a bright pink blush. "Seriously, I really don't know why some things about you are attractive. They just are. That's how romance is. You don't know why it gives you these feelings, it just does."
"Well, that doesn't help me!"
"With what?"
"With..." Christine gave heavy sigh. "With love research."
Erik frowned. "Love research?"
"I'm trying to make sense of it all, but... it's awfully hard to understand since I've never experienced it."
"Oh, is that why you've been acting like a questionnaire?"
"Oui. I've heard so much about romance, but it's hard to truly feel it."
"Well, I didn't feel any attraction until we really got to know each other, so maybe you just need to find the right person. ...Which isn't me, I guess."
"No... I know I'll never feel it," Christine said, her voice breaking slightly. "Because I'm broken."
"Broken?" Erik repeated as she turned away from him. "No, you're not-"
"Everyone can feel and understand romance except for me!" Christine looked down at her lap. "I don't love you as you love me. I don't love anyone like that. I like reading romance stories, but when I try to understand itâŚ" She felt her voice choke up. "I can't. There's a wall of fog preventing me from seeing it clearly," She sniffled. "And it'll never go away."
Christine buried her head in her hands before sinking down onto the bed. She wept into Erik's comforter.
"Oh, ChristineâŚ" Erik said softly. "I⌠I don't know what to say. I'd say 'it's okay', but I know it isn't for you. A- And I like feeling romance despite the terror, so it's not okay for me."
Christine raised her head a little. "That's fine," She sat up with a sniffle and wiped her eyes with the side of her hand. "On one hand, I'm relieved to not feel it. It's complicated and a little scary. And I could never stick with one person. But on the other hand, if I can never understandâŚ" More tears welled up in her eyes. "Does that mean there's something wrong with me?"
"No! There's nothing wrong with you!" Erik exclaimed while wrapping his cape around her. "Plenty of people don't feel romance. I- I mean, I've never heard of it lasting forever, but it could happen," He looked out the window for a few moments in thought. "I think I know why you're like this."
Christine looked up at Erik. "Why?"
"Well⌠there's this thing called asexual, which is the absence of the disgusting deed. I definitely don't understand that horrible practice," Erik said with a shudder. "I call myself asexual because of it. You don't understand romance, soâŚ"
"So maybe I'm aromantic!" Christine realized. "And asexual. That explains so much!"
Erik chuckled. "Yes!" He used his fingernail to wipe the tears away from Christine's cheek. "You're not broken, Christine. You're just a little different. A- And while that can seem bad at timesâŚ" He smiled. "It makes you unique."
Christine smiled back. "I suppose you should know that better than anyone else."
Erik lightly stroked his mask while saying, "Well, I still view my differences as ostracizing, but I'm getting better at it. I learned that from you."
Christine blushed. She wiped the rest of her tears away and took a deep breath as she rose from the bed. She slowly walked over to the many bouquets of roses as a vision came to mind.
Little ghost versions of Christine and Erik floated beside each other as red hearts danced around them. But just as the ghosties were about to kiss, a wall of fog appeared in between them.
Just then, Ghost Christine was crushed by a magnet! Ghost Erik struggled a bit while freeing her. Once he did, everything around the ghosties faded. They hugged before contently floating away, yellow hearts surrounding them.
"I'm aromantic," Christine declared before striding towards the flowers. "I can't feel romance, but that's okay with me. I'm perfectly fine with platonic love," She inhaled the roses' sweet scent. "Besides, there are much better things to do than fret about romance."
She gave a soft giggle as Ghost Christine nuzzled her cheek.
"Indeed there are," Erik agreed. "But if you're aromantic, why do you kiss me?"
Christine turned to look at him. "I like the physical feeling. You know, the soft hug of our lips," she replied, making Erik chuckle with a wide smile. "If I kissed Meg or Raoul on the lips, it would be weird. But with you⌠I really don't mind it. I suppose that's weird in itself."
Erik sighed. "What a queer platonic relationship we have."
Christine glanced at her ghostie before saying, âYou know⌠Thatâs the perfect way to describe us. Weâre platonic, yet people would find our kissing and closeness a little strange. Or, queer, I should say. But it's a good kind of queer.â
âYes! Little Miss Meg is your sister best friend, Raoul is your dearest best friend and Iâm your queer best friend,â Erik laughed. âAs if I wasnât already!â
Christine crouched down and said, "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Then she gave Erik a kiss. The ghosties watched with heartwarming smiles before doing the same.
Christine had learned a lot about romance in the past day. It was a powerful type of love that struck people like Cupid firing an arrow. It gave its targets overwhelming feelings of bliss, took hold of them in frightening ways at certain times and made their world seem new. She would never fully know its power⌠And that was alright with her. Christine was happy with being an aromantic enjoyer of romance stories and love songs. Her friends were the truest love of all!
#poto ace and aro week 24#at first i wasn't sure what to do... until i remembered the story! ;)#it's a classic! :')#poto rewritten
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Hello! If youâre up for it! Iâd love to see your take on this scenerio for 3 of my fave men! Crosshair, Rex and Echo! (All 3 or you can pick one! ^^ ) Of them over hearing their S/O talking about them maybe with either omega or a fellow trooper. Maybe they were just passing by and heard their name mentioned
And S/O just goes practically infodumping how they make them feel. How they feel safe in their arms, referring to a sweet memory , how fast their heartbeats when they are near by. Everyday being a treasure just being with them and all that lovey dovey lol
The Way You Make Me Feel
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Thanks for the lovely request. Adore you. I know the request only asks for Rex, echo and crosshair but in for a penny in for a pound, letâs do all batchers âĽď¸
Your S/O overhears you gushing over them.
warnings: none, fluff. Reader gets unwanted attention in the Crosshair one.
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âž Echo
Echo didnât necessarily hear you complimenting him, rather, he read it instead.
Since Omega got given her own holopad it was only right that himself and the others monitor any suspicious activities including who she messages. After all, itâs a big galaxy and sheâs only young. So whenever she receives messages it goes to either one of the boys' own devices. This time, it just so happened to be his.
He was sitting in the cockpit on his own when he heard a ping and as he began to read whoever it was Omega was talking too, his cheeks grew very warm.
The two of you were gossiping about things and just having some âgirly chatâ as Omega calls it since itâs just her and you being the only females but when he saw his name pop up he was anxious at first but then he realised he had nothing to worry about.
Youâre telling Omega how you both met and that he was the most handsome man he had ever seen. Despite being part of a large Clone Army, he had always stood out before AND after the Citadel. To you, you told Omega that he has the kindest heart despite his grumpiness. He frowned that you said he was grumpy but who was he kidding?
Knowing this was the way you felt about him, he could honestly die happy.
He definitely would bring this up next time he sees you but for now, he will stop reading the messages and cherish them.
âž Hunter
With both of you dating for a few months and happier than ever, you canât help but quietly gush to Omega in the gunner's mount/her room.
Heâs walking nearby but due to his senses he can hear the smallest of things, especially the sound of something that reminds him of a pair of giggling school girls.
âDo you not find him moody sometimes?â Omega asks you with a playful smirk.
Youâre tucked uncomfortably agaisnt the windshield, legs pulled up to your chest as she sits on the seat in front of you.
He hears you laugh and heâs unsure if youâre nodding or shaking your head but he can tell by your tone that the answer could have been either.
âHeâs⌠perfect. Iâm really happy.â You sigh almost dreamily and Hunters heartbeat picks up rapidly.
Omega rolls her eyes in amusement but she was thrilled to see how happy you truly were.
Heâs about to walk away, smiling to himself but then you carried on. You told her how he made you feel like the only girl in the world and how you loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs. Most importantly to him, you felt safe and protected. All that he could want.
Heâs tempted to announce his presence but to save your gorgeous blushing for just him, he will leave it for later.
âž Wrecker
âWhereâs my girl?â Crosshair looks up at Wrecker once he approaches him in the Marauder seeming to be looking out for his significant other.
âSheâs outside by the lake.â He grumbles in reply and so that is where Wrecker looked.
When he does spot you, heâs about to call out to you with big waving hands but he stops when he hears you talking. Upon closer inspection, he hears you talk to an old friend from your home planet.
Wrecker is about to turn and leave you be but when he hears his name mentioned, his curiosity is piqued. He knows better than to listen in to your conversations but judging by the smile radiating off your face, it wasnât anything bad.
âWrecker took me out to dinner the other day.â You chime over your commlink to your friend, twirling a bracelet around on your wrist that he had gifted you the first month of you both dating.
He canât hear what your friend was saying clearly but when you began to say that you were the happiest you had been in the longest time he was beyond giddy and almost had to swipe a tear away from his eye.
âHeâs strong, always positive, a little loud but knows his limitsâŚâ you sigh, laying your back flat on the ground and gazing up at the blue sky. âDid I say heâs also unfathomably sexy too?â You giggle and before you could hear your friend reply a looming shadow casts over you and your eyes widen as Wrecker peers down at you with a wide grin.
âWanna say that again?â
âW-Wrecker?â Your cheeks are burning and in a second youâre being lifted up and slung over a broad shoulder. Youâre squealing and laughing and try to protest as he snatches your commlink and shouts down it.
âSheâs a little busy right now! Sheâll talk later!â
Oh, you were in for it.
âž Tech
Despite the fact you two had been dating for a short while, Tech was never one to express his feelings emotionally. This also meant that you tried to keep your deep feelings for him at bay, not wanting to overstep.
But, you had to tell someone.
You ventured out into the village with Echo whilst he handled repairs back on the Havoc when his a transmission is being patched through. He mumbled something incoherent and slides out from under the control panel but his frown is soon replaced when he sees your name.
âMay I be of your assistance?â He calls out but thereâs no reply aside from some crackling and the sound of rustling. He signs and shakes his head. This isnât the first time you had accidentally contacted him unknowingly with your device in your pocket and he had somewhat gave you a loving lecture about it.
His hand reaches to stop it but then he freezes at he hears his name being mentioned. Itâs muffled and difficult to decipher and he knows he shouldnât but he starts to adjust the frequency wave instead.
When itâs clear enough, he sits down and hunches forward with his hands clasped together, knee bouncing in slight angst. He knew he wasnât the idea boyfriend and he just hoped his fears werenât confirmed. To which, they indeed werenât.
ââŚ. I just feel alive when Iâm with him.â
Echo is chuckling beside you, asking you about Tech and you and he had wished Echo would mind his own business nut at the same time⌠heâs interested in what else you had to say.
âI could listen to him for days, I look forward waking up and just being near Tech. True, I wish we would be more affectionate to each other but I donât mind. I⌠I think I love him, yâknow?â
Techâs eyes widen at your admission and he feels like he could run outside the Havoc and scream his lungs out in pure happiness that he found someone who loves him.
Heâs holding his breath, so tempted to try and grab your attention but why should he? Youâll be on your way back and he would be more than willing to give you his utmost attention
âž Crosshair
âYouâre with him?â
Youâre at a bar and it was your turn to grab the next round of drinks for yourself and fellow Batchers. As you wait at the bar, a citizen came up to you, dripping in wealth and already tried to take a pass at you.
Thankfully, you were taken by none other than the Marksman himself.
When you told him that you were taken, he scoffed and asked for the whereabouts of said partner. So when you nod to the table of enhanced clones and point at the one with a face of thunder, he was bewildered.
âYeah, what of it?â You bite back, not liking the snobbiness of his judging tone as he looked between the two of you. You donât think Crosshair had noticed as he wasnât looking at you and you were kind of glad at the matter. Last thing you needed was Crosshair to get agitated over some guy hitting on you.
The man didnât know there was a fire of passion in you as youâre ready to defend Crosshair no matter what and heâs almost impressed. Until he smirks. âIs he a Clone?â
âYes.â You bite on your tongue to refrain from just snapping at him and telling him to leave you alone but you didnât want to cause a scene. So you bit down your anger until he says:
âWhy have a Clone when you can have a rich and successful defence lawyer like me pretty lady?â
âBecause unlike you, he doesnât need body guards or anyone to serve for him hand and foot. Unlike you, I know that he will protect from anything and everything no matter the situation. You say youâre rich and successful yet here you are in one of the dingiest bars on the whole of Coruscant. To me, it looks like life isnât treating you so âsuccessfullyâ as you said.â
Heâs blinking rapidly, offended and has a growing anger brewing inside him but before he can retaliate, you lecture on.
âI donât need a rich person. I donât need money. What I need and what I have is someone I care about and vice versa. Now, please do me the honours of getting out of my face.â
Then, you turn back to do the bar and tjank the bartender as he hands you a tray of all the drinks you had ordered. When you turned back around, the man was gone. But, in the corner of your eye you see Crosshair.
He was on the other side of the bar, chewing on a toothpick and smirking gloriously at you. Youâre flustered, a little embarrassed that he watched what happened. He approaches, takes the tray from your hands and places it back on the bar.
âYou sure ripped him a new one.â He nods impressively, sliding his hand to your waist out of comfort and affection.
âSorry you had to hear all that.â
âDonât be. Made me feelâŚâ he trails off, suddenly finding himself become a little shy but he swallows down his pride, âgood. Great, in fact. I wanna hear you praise me like that again.â He grins and waggles his eyebrows playfully at you.
âž Rex
Dating in the 501st was tough. Not only did he have to keep it on the low in fears of his Generals and other Jedi finding out but then thereâs his brothers. The whole lot of them.
With constant teasing and relentless prying into his and your personal lives heâs half tempted to transfer to a different squad. Maybe the 212th would be less problematicâŚ
âGo on, please tell us.â
He halts his stride around the hangar, his attention drawing on Kix and Jesse and more importantly, you.
Heâs ready to walk over and ask what was going on as causally as he could but when he heard you mention his name, he halts and ducks behind some weapon crates and earwigs.
âRex is sweet. I donât know why you guys are asking me this.â You fold your arms over your chest. You both tried to keep your relationship private but some troopers are impossibly nosey and wonât stop pestering you. So obviosuly, they found out yous were dating.
âBecause we wanna know why him, out of any of us handsome gentlemen?â Jesse smirks, clearly teasing but you did blush.
âHeâs different.â You state.
âWhy, because heâs blonde?â Kix laughs and you can only roll your eyes.
âWell, physically he has different attributes sure but he just understands me.â
Jesse smiles a little before beginning to tease you in a mock impression. âLil ladyâs in loooooove.â
âMaybe.â
Kix stops laughing and Jesseâs gaze is now more intense.
Rex however felt like he was about to pass out. There had been no âI love yousâ yet but to hear you tell his brothers that you may or may not be in love with him was making his heart soar. Heâs grinning like a wild loth-cat and he feels his skin grow warm and tingly.
You then proceed to tell them about a sweet memory, how he quite literally swept you off your feet once when he bumped into you. âHe said it was an accident but Fives told me otherwise. I think he may have wanted to talk to me for a while so Fives gave him that extra push.â
Rex sits and thinks back to that time, only a few months ago and he smiles fondly. Heâll always love Fives for that because that was the first time the two of you spoke and clearly hit it off ever since.
He watches you all part ways after you enthused more about him and the second he sees you alone, he is marching up to you. And right now, he didnât care if anyone saw but he spun you to face him and before you could say his name, his lips descended upon yours.
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all you need is love (and salt)
happy valentine's day!!!! <33
fandom:Â the wayhaven chronicles pairing:Â ava du mortain x f!detective (cecilia beck) words:Â rating:Â general
read it on ao3
She had circled the date multiple times in red ink on her little desk calendar. February 14th, a momentous holiday for lovers and to her, for the last nine-hundred-something years, an ordinary Tuesday or whatever day it happened to fall on.
Ava drummed her fingers on the surface of her desk. The only time she had even realized Valentineâs Day had come and passed was when Farah came back with bags full of half-priced candy that she swore would last her until candy went on sale again after Easterâit never did. Â
That prospect on the so-called holiday changed once Ava landed herself something she had thought she wouldnât have to worry about. A girlfriend. And just her luck, it happened to be a girlfriend who adored Valentineâs Day.Â
Since the end of January, Ceciliaâs apartment had been full of vases of flowers and various heart-shaped decorations. Ava swore she decorated more for this than Christmas which was saying a lot. For a virtually unimportant holiday, the woman even had heart-shaped plates in various shades of reds and pinks she had Ava help her bring from storage so she could use over February.
âI just love Valentineâs Day,â Cecilia sighed dreamily as she replaced her normal plates with the festive ones. âI think itâs my favorite. I just love love.â
From that moment, Ava knew she was in trouble.Â
âYouâre still worried about this?â Farah chided as she followed Nat into the room who at least had the decency to knock before entering.Â
Ava turned in her chair, annoyed at the invasion of her bedroom. She thought that maybe she might find some privacy in her personal space, but clearly, that wasnât the case.
Natâs help had been enlisted before in the matter of what to do about Valentineâs Day. She was the one that had actually dated people over the years and was more knowledgeable about human traditions. Ava always thought of being interested in the human world had the equivalent of watching a couple of ants interact. Unimportant and fleeting given how short mortal lives tended to be. Then she just had to go and fall in love with a human so now she begrudgingly knows things like who Doja Cat is and that teenagers no longer aspire to be doctors but instead want to blow up on the Tiktok. She still wasnât exactly sure how shaking oneâs posterior meant getting rich, but that was neither here nor there.Â
âYes,â she growled, angrily scrolling through an article titled 50 Valentine Gifts for Her. Ava shouldâve clicked off upon seeing the first thing on the list which was matching His and Hers shirts. âExcuse me for trying to give my girlfriend the perfect Valentineâs Day.â
Farah plopped down on the edge of Avaâs bed. âWhy are you looking at sites meant for middle-aged men? You think youâre going to find your answer there?â
âAt least itâs a start,â Nat tried to add to quench Avaâs visible annoyance.Â
Ava slammed her laptop shut, burying her face in her hands to muffle a groan. âThis is ridiculous. Human holidays are absurd.â
âYou just hate fun,â Farah teased, picking at the end of a bright purple nail.Â
âWhy donât you just ask Cecilia what she wants?â Nat asked, resting a hand on the back of her desk chair.
âBecause then she knows that Iâm clueless and terrible at this!â
Nat pursed her lips. âWhat are her favorite flowers?â
âLilies!â Farah yelled before Ava had a chance to answer. âAnd you should get one of those stuffed bears that are like huge!â She jumped back onto her feet to show them both about how tall the bear was. âYou know, with a card that says Iâm sorry I suck at being romantic. Hereâs a giant bear. I love you, Cecilia.â Farah then proceeded to turn her back and make kissing noises, her arms wrapping around herself and hands groping her back.Â
Nat wrinkled her nose before turning her back to Farah, stepping in front of Avaâs line of sight of her. âWhat Farah is trying to say is get Cecilia her favorite flowers, maybe put them in a nice vase to match her stuff. Why donât you two do something together? Cook her favorite meal or take her to a museum.â
âNo!â Farah cried from behind them.Â
Ava looked down at her sheet of ideas and ran a hand over her hair, the loose ends tickling the skin exposed by her tank top. âI can cook.â
Farah groaned in despair while Nat smiled cheerfully.Â
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When Cecilia opened the door to her apartment, she was immediately hit with the smell of fish.Â
She covered her nose with the sleeve of her sweater as she blinked in confusion. It wasnât that she didnât like fish, it was just that she wasnât expecting it. She hadnât bought any type of fish in ages because of the way it stinks up her little apartment and having little windows that barely opened made the task of ridding the stench even harder.Â
âHello?â she called out in confusion, dropping her purse before venturing further into the apartment. There were only a few people who had spare keys to her apartment so the options on who it was were limited. But the last thing she ever expected to find was Ava du Mortain in her kitchen cooking.Â
It accounted for the fishy smell as the sound of salmon sizzling in a pan filled the space of the kitchen as she stood in the doorway. Ava clearly hadnât heard her come in, which was unusual. Normally, she could tell where Cecilia was from outside the building. But the intense look of concentration on her face acted as an explanation.Â
The entire thing was an abnormality.
Cecilia gently set the package she was holding on the counter and approached, wrapping her arms around Avaâs broad torso. âAre you my housewife now?â she teased, kissing the shoulder that didnât have a towel slung over it.
Ava jumped a bit, startled at her appearance. She recovered quickly, turning to hold Cecilia properly. And when she did, she bent down and gave her the sweetest kiss. âHappy Valentineâs Day, my love,â she murmured, her voice wonderfully low and husky.
She smiled. âYou remembered!â
Blonde brows furrowed. âWhy wouldnât I?â she asked, almost sounding offended.Â
Cecilia shrugged, moving to lean on the counter beside the stove. âItâs a human holiday. I know you donât celebrate them.â
âWell,â Ava started and cupped her cheek, directing Ceciliaâs gaze to the tiny round dining table where a vase of rose lilies sat. âI wanted to do it for you.â
She gasped and hurried to the table, immediately smelling the flowers before stumbling upon the card and a box of chocolates. âYou got me flowers and chocolate?â she said, nearly bouncing in excitement.Â
âAnd I wanted to cook you dinner. But thereâs also something in the bedroom for you.â Cecilia raised a brow. âThe bedroom?â she said haughtily.Â
Ava chuckled.
She didnât wait for an explanation before crossing the living room to stand in the doorway of her room. âHoly shit. Itâs huge!â
On the bed sat a teddy bear that had to be close to her height. It was absolutely massive, nearly taking up most of her full-sized mattress. She ran her hand across its fur, noticing how soft it was, and admiring the red ribbon tied in a bow around its neck.Â
When she stepped out of the bedroom and came back to the kitchen, Ava was smiling a bit shyer than normal. âIt was Farahâs idea.â
Cecilia shook her head and grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling Ava down to kiss her. âGod, I love you.â She relished in the way the tips of Avaâs ears reddened.Â
Dinner was soon done and Ava set her plate in front of where Cecilia sat at the table. She had really gone all out. Candles framing the bouquet as the centerpiece, and an expensive bottle of white wine the worker swore up and down complimented the salmon wonderfully. She had even made sure to dish everything out on Ceciliaâs favorite holiday heart-shaped plates.Â
Cecilia stole one last kiss before Ava stood up. âThis looks delicious,â she commented as Ava poured her a glass of wine.Â
âI hope it tastes okay,â she said, sitting across from her to pour her own glass.
âIâm sure it will.â She smiled and cut into the fish. But when she began to chew, it took everything in her to keep her face the same. Cecilia didnât know what on earth Ava had done, but it was somehow overpoweringly fishy whilst bland at the same time. âOh, wow. That is delicious.â She took another bite as Ava watched her expectantly.
Thankfully, she didnât catch the lie because her shoulders relaxed and a pleased look covered her face.Â
She hurriedly took a drink of her wine, hoping to chase the taste away.Â
It was a battle to get through the meal but Cecilia really loved Ava and her gratitude for the attempt made trumped how truly disgusting the food was. Plus, the wine helped ease it all down and Ava seemed happy with herself.
âOh! Before I forget!â Cecilia jumped up, running to retrieve the package that she had been hiding at the station. She handed it to Ava. âHappy Valentineâs Day.â
Ava looked between her and the parcel for a long second before beginning to open it. Cecilia watched excitedly as she pulled out something in a glass casing. When she flipped it over, her eyes widened. âCecilia,â she gasped.
âI canât get you the real thing, but I found this and thought you would like it just as much.â She stayed beside Ava to watch her marvel at the model car encased in the glass.
It was the car she had mentioned to be her âdream car.â A 1965 Jaguar in the most gorgeous shade of green.Â
Ava turned to look at her wide-eyed. âYou remembered?â
âOf course I did, silly.â She kissed her forehead with a giggle. âI commit everything you tell me about yourself to memory because Iâm obsessed with you.â
She rolled her eyes, but the smile didnât disappear from her lips. âCome here.â Ava tugged on Ceciliaâs hand to pull her onto her lap, the display car being safely sat on the table. âYou are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am undeserving.â
Their foreheads pressed together, noses barely brushing as Cecilia smiled. âIs this a good holiday now, then?â
Ava nodded. âMost definitely. I understand it now,â she whispered before stealing Ceciliaâs future words with a kiss.Â
#valentine's day special#ava du mortain x f!detective#ava du mortain x detective#my writing#ava du mortain#ava x cecilia#oc: cecilia#cecilia beck#twc#the wayhaven chronicles#wayhaven#twc fics#twc a#a du mortain
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Hey! đž for David đż for Lia pretty please? :)
More snippets for the soft ask prompts. They're getting longer, I'm afraid. The idea of answering them in this way carries me away a bit. (But it's so much fun) đ
Thanks for your ask đ
đž Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them. For David
"Ric, we have all these paperwork to fill out and these horrible reports to write, and we'll never get it done if you stare dreamily out the window after every other word, grinning like an idiot in love. Well, I know I'm going to regret this, but tell me what's going on now so we can get to work after this.
As soon as the conversation shifts from work, Ortega's feet land on the corner of his desk and his arms cross defiantly over his chest. "Do I have to apologize for being happy for once? But if you really want to know. We've become closer, much closer, and I'm happy about it."
"I'm happy for you too, for both of you. But are you sure he's still the same guy you fell in love with?" Instead of the expected rational conversation, the rose-tinted glasses jump back into Ric's face and turn his voice in romantic colors.
"He doesn't have to be. I'm not either. He doesn't need to be the same, as long as I know he's the one. And he's Chen."
Accepting that the paperwork will probably have to wait longer, Chen gradually puts down his pen and turns to his friend with a slight sigh. "I may have been too suspicious in the past, but I can't quite get rid of it. I still see someone with too many secrets, who is dismissive, scared and cynical, I didn't expect that this would make you happy".
"You don't know him, not really. There's a lot buried deep inside him, but the closer we get, the more of it comes to the surface. There's so much joy in him, so much empathy, caring. He takes care of me much better than he would admit in front of you, or who do you think took care of me the last time I had the flu? This time I didn't have to ask you to bring me something to eat, did I? I would have loved to stay sick longer.
Did you know how much he loves music? Probably not. You should hear him play the piano, as if he immersed himself in another world with you. That alone would be enough to captivate me forever. When we dance, it is not like in the past when we used to tease each other about who was the more gifted dancer. This is different. As soon as his hand is in mine, we become one, just flowing together and dancing. You can get lost with him in little perfect moments.
We haven't forgotten how to tease, of course, he can do it just like he used to, maybe a little more biting, but less vicious. Not as cynical as you think. It's as if we've found a balance in that as well, which makes us happy. You can have a lot of fun with him when he is in the right mood.
He's such a delicate being. So fragile. You're right, he's scared and that still paralyzes a lot of things in him. But a lightning should execute me if I do not protect him from what frightens him."
"I would feel better if we knew what he needed to be protected from."
"I don't care if it's the whole world. I'll get it done."
With hopes of a meaningful conversation about David's concerns dashed, Chen tosses a pen into Ric's lap. "Okay, wonderful, now take all your reality-free optimism and fill out these papers to make the world a better place."
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đż What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that theyâre cared about without using speech? For Lia Let's look through Luke's eyes during a conversation at lunch. He knows her a little better than the others.
"Why are you so sure you can trust her? I can understand her arguments, maybe even your cooperation. But why are you friends? She would work with me too, but I think she would hate me anyway. Why do you think she likes you?"
There is actually some concern in the Captain's otherwise confident voice. You know he doesn't trust Lia, but he trusts you, more and more since he understood that your lunch meetings are not necessary for a collaboration. The terrain of lunch is now familiar enough for him to ask you more personal questions.
"Lia is something more than a villain on the rampage, and I trust her completely. No, she doesn't go around pouring her heart out to everyone, giving them hugs, and telling them how great they are. She's not like that. There are other things that tell me that she cares about me. She never brings me the wrong coffee, she knows exactly which drink I prefer in the evening. I think she knows all my habits, but she doesn't judge any of them. She knows the names and the history of my whole family. And when I'm sad because something reminds me of my brother, she has the courage to ask me about it and relive the moment with me instead of just distracting me like my former friends would have tried to do.
We've been through a bit together now. I like to think of myself as a pretty down-to-earth person, nothing gets me upset easily. But when it does, her hand is in the small of my back before I even realize I could use some support. She protects me. Like a shield, she does it so subtly that I haven't noticed it for a long time. She walks through every door before holding it open for me. She takes a half-step in front of me when a situation becomes the least bit disturbing. But she also protects me from decisions that would weigh on my soul, she takes a lot on herself rather than leaving it to me. As a lawyer, you are used to a lot and you are never completely safe, but since she is here, I feel safer than ever.
But you know what the best part is? That almost everybody thinks like you. No one who meets her trusts her because they only see a small piece. I see much more. I am allowed to cuddle her when we are alone. Or hear her laugh and make silly jokes with her. I can even catch her when she falls. And afterwards, I get to have fun with her over stupid questions like yours that only prove you don't have the slightest idea who you're dealing with."
"Ouch, that was mean, but probably a little deserved. Maybe I should take a closer look. If I try to be less suspicious, would I also have a chance to be cuddled by you?" With a charming smile, Blaze strokes back his brown hair with its tantalizing honey sheen. The sight of him doesn't fail to have an effect on you, as the tingle in your body clearly shows, but it takes more than that to make your poker face waver. Unimpressed, you calmly look at your watch. Then you look deep into the eyes of your attractive interlocutor and send him directly onto the slippery ice with the remark, "It depends on whether two hours are enough for you."
#ask game#thanks a lot đ#lia kingsley#david kingsley#luke reglan#it is so late that I have surely included mistakes#if something is not understandable feel free to ask#typos may be ignored đŤ˘
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Yandere Hunter x Human Reader ~(Romantic)~ fluff
(I thought the last story a wrote was a little darker than intended, so hereâs some fluff! This wonât be set on current episodes, sorry:(
TW: Yandere content, implied stalking.
Scenario: Hunter just had a long day of running errands & feeling useless. He demands cuddles.
You were snooping through Hunterâs room to try & find the perfect gift. Hunter has had a rough week, taking orders, being bullied by the coven heads, & even Darius has left on a mission that shouldnât be done until a few days! You just think he needs a distraction.
As you search, Hunter barged into his room, holding his head in his hands as if he had a headache.
You jolted in surprise, scrambling to get out of the window. You failed miserably, knocking some stuff over before falling flat on your face. You groaned in pain.
âHuhâŚ?â Hunter took his hands off his head, â(Y/N)?âŚâ he moaned, seemingly groggy & frustrated, but not with you.
âOh! Hi, Hunter! I-I uhâŚI was justââ âmmhhâŚâ Hunter flopped onto his bed, clearly not caring why youâre in his room.
âBed. Now.â Hunter demanded, which given that you have been in a relationship with him for about 7 months now, you could easily translate it to mean: âI want cuddles. Give me cuddles.â
You giggled & climbed into his bed, wrapping your arms around him.
âRough week, huh?â You giggled. Hunter simply huffed & turned his head towards your chest, squeezing you closer to him. âYeahâŚâ âanything I can do to make it better?â Hunter paused before responding, âactually, yeah. Do you remember anything about the human relm? Whatâs it like there?â Hunter had heard so about the human relm from Belos & some rumors. He never asked Luz about it though, but you were human too! So maybeâŚ
âWell, itâs much safer, for one! The rain is just cold water, the seas donât boil, theâŚâ Hunter got lost in your words. It all sounded unbelievable. It was too perfect, it sounded too peaceful.
Hunterâs mind wondered as you spoke, now going off-topic & into praises about you.
You were so beautiful, you were so strong, & brave, & respected in this world that you had been in for only about a yearâŚhow did he ever manage to get with that?
A scrawny, bookworm with absolutely 0 social skills got with you.
(This isnât meant to offend my fellow antisocial people, Or people who are scrawny & read a lot of books. JustâŚfeel like I should say that in case it wasnât clear-)
Hunter pulled you even closer & nuzzled his head further into your chest, letting out a muffled âI love youâŚâ, earning a giggle from you. You rubbed the back of his head, smiling, âI love you too, dork~â you say as you kiss the top of his head. Hunterâs face went red & he let out a sort of low squeal.
The two of you laid there for the rest of the day, eventually you both feel asleep.
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(âŹď¸Obsessive content below âŹď¸)
Hunter woke up from his slumber, slowly removing your arms from around him & getting out of the bed.
He looked at your sleeping face, resting a hand on your cheek. You look so peaceful when you sleep.
Hunter leaned down & kissed your lips before getting back up & leaving. He entered a secret trapdoor in his room, behind a bookshelf.
The golden guard crawled through the door & into the dark room, grabbing the pull string & watching as the lights flickered on.
Pictures of you adorned the room, along with an entire alter that had everything you had âlostâ over the past 7-or-so months. Hunter felt bad for stealing from you, but you have no idea what he feels when youâre not here! It drive him insane when he doesnât have you here to lean on after heâs done withâŚwith his work.
He looked up at the pictures of the two of you together & sighed dreamily.
âSoon, it will be just you & me, sweetheart~â Hunter blushed just at the thought of the two of you alone together once everyone else dies. He picked up a photo from before you even knew him; this one was taken in the bushes. Hunter giggled at the low quality.
âI love you so much~â Hunter chuckled lazily & went off to finish some paperwork & maybe even write more stories about the two of you.
#yandere#yanderecore#yandere blog#yandere headcanons#yandere x reader#yandere the owl house#yandere toh#romantic headcanons#romantic yandere#yandere hunter the golden guard#yandere golden guard#yandere golden guard x reader
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I swear I thought I responded to this? đđI'm sorry! There is NOTHING annoying and EVERYTHING precious about your support and I was delighted to be a part of your challenge đ
You are so kind! If means the world to me that you think so highly of my work and I'm really happy you enjoyed this fic, that it made you smile and maybe laugh and maybe sigh dreamily over our resident Mr. Perfect đĽş
Thank you so much for your kind words and for hosting the challenge in the first place đđđ
Restless Hearts - S.R.
Type:Â one-shot, established relationship, next-to-zero plot
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 6,2k
Summary: Moving in together with Steve is the dream come true â or it should have been. You didn't exactly have the chance to benefit from that since he shipped off to a mission for days and is only now coming back.
You grow restless. And to make it worse, you only get to reunite with him on this stupid pompous party instead of your home. Well. Just few more hours of socializing to survive.
You could handle that, right?
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, semi-public sex if you squint, unprotected sex, language, Steve being a menace, two idiots in love who can't keep their hands off of each other
A/N: written for the Smutty September Fest hosted by @mercurial-chuckles . Thank you for hosting đ I have chosen multiple prompts - finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to f* and quickie where you donât take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials đ¤
A/N 2: DIVIDER by @firefly-graphics; enjoy y'all đĽ°
Sparkling lights. Sparkling drinks. Elegant gowns and sharp suits. Subtle polite laughter and conversation occasionally interrupted by a louder exclamation and a genuine burst of laughter from the groups forming around those who knew how to charm a crowd. A non-descript music, one song bleeding into another, a few couples trying to find space on the dancefloor that had mostly changed into an agora, a space for conversation rather than for moving in well-practiced sync.
The dress skirt brushing over your knees and ankles, a slight chill on the back of your neck as someone opened the balcony doors, letting in fresh April air of New York City. The light stink of alcohol and sweat amongst the hundreds of expensive perfumes and colognes. The rich aftertaste of the sting of bubbles, sweet and spicy on your tongue.
The golden lights shone bright but intimate, reflecting in your champagne glass and prompting you to finish your first â and likely one of the lasts â drink of the night.
You werenât much of a drinker. You indulged every once in a while, more of curiosity about what fancy brand the host had chosen for the occasion and a thing of courtesy, using the glass like a required social prop.
Such was the case tonight too â a fancy evening for investors and associates of the Earthâs mightiest heroes. Politicians, diplomats, government officials, high-ranking military officials and filthy-rich entrepreneurs â mostly not your crowd, to speak plainly. There was a slightly better company too, even if scarce: former agents and other colleagues â well-vetted beforehand, of course â scientists, non-profit representatives, veterans. Several Avengers too, of course.
But your favourite â the one who had brought you deeper into the world of superheroes â was yet to be found. Â
Steve Rogers most definitely was your favourite; nearly flawless moral compass, loyal, protective of the less fortunate ones and his own. A fighter who had won and lost all too much; an artist, who saw beauty around him nevertheless. A kind soul with an enormous heart, perhaps a tad too big for his own body despite his impressive physique. Larger than life and yet somehow humble enough in his insistence that he was just a man, ordinary, like most; just lucky enough to had been given a chance to fight and to defend.
And to love.
Steve Rogers certainly was your favourite, as he should be; the goodness of the world distilled into one man, with a face and a body of worth of being sculpted by the masters of ancient arts, the warmest smile and a sparkle to his eye a testimony to his brilliant mind and wicked humour. All that at your fingertips; all that supposedly yours, as incredible as it seemed at most times.
He was yours.
Your boyfriend of four months and seventeen days.
Not that you had been counting; perhaps just a little. You were innocent in the matter, however; it was mostly your and Steveâs friends, teasing you about taking things slow. According to Bucky, had you been taking things at Steveâs desired pace, with how smitten he apparently was, he would have already had a ring on your finger.
You didnât dare to judge, afraid of raising your hopes a little too much; however, there was something to be said about Steve Rogers in love. He made it clear; so painfully and blissfully clear, letting you feel his much-reciprocated adoration in hundreds if not thousands of little moments.
In his touch. In his words. In his actions.
Your demanding jobs perhaps did slow down your progress a bit, making even the settling on a day of your first date quite the feat; but it was one of those good things that made the waiting worth it.
If Steve was smitten, so were you; and while a proposal would feel rather rash, you certainly not at all thinking about how youâd probably say yes anyway, because you simply knew, youâd settle for moving in together.
You had moved in together, thirteen days ago.
And the move in that had left you with half-unpacked boxes, cold bed and an apartment lacking the true aura of a home, because the person you wished to build it with was godknowswhere in a middle of Siberia, having left after a passionate welcome-to-our-new-home and a message delivered at three damn forty a.m.
Steve had left the pleasant warmth of your bed at four, with a profound sleepy apology and a lingering kiss to your forehead.
Left for an off-grid no-contact mission. Lasting for days.
For all the faith you had in his skill and strength, the worry that came with him being away for so long without as much of a short text was eating at you; and then there was the matter of simply missing him, the empty feeling only accentuated by having expected to be nearer to him at last and getting this instead. You were an independent woman and you could live your life without a man just fine, but goddamn were you also a woman madly in love, missing your boyfriend.
And you were growing impatient.
You were still at your first drink, yes, but knowing Steve should appear at any moment did not help calm your nerves, the slightly uncomfortable but exciting swirl of anticipation of seeing him again â in a suit no less â as intense as the yearning for comfort of actually seeing for yourself that he was safe and sound.
He had texted you, at last, about four hours ago, that he was on his way, nothing but a couple of bruises already healing, looking forward to seeing you.
You had agreed to meet at the venue; he would be running last minute, or perhaps even fashionably late, grabbing a quick shower and a shave at his at-hand quarters at the Tower, just throwing on a suit he kept there for such occasions. You had offered to help â for the completely selfish reason of seeing him sooner and in private instead of in front of hundreds of watchful curious eyes â but he had sweetly refused, argumenting that at least one of you should be on time and promising he would find you first thing upon his arrival.
You would have grumbled if you hadnât been soothed by the Love you, canât wait to hold you again, he had texted after. He was a charming loveable bastard like that.
As the infamous murmur of excitement arose around you, bringing you back to the present, your eyes easily found the source of the commotion: Steve Rogers himself.
Your heart rate accelerating reminded you that not being able to meet Steve before the event might have been a blessing. Had you had the chance to get your hands on him, you two would probably end up being very much unfashionably late; a welcome home kiss would have simply not sufficed.
He was breathtaking.
The traditional black suit with navy blue glint was fitted for certain; tight where it should be, accentuating Steveâs absurdly broad shoulders and thin waist, pants no doubt hugging all the right places from behind somehow complimenting his long muscular legs too, pristine white shirt with a bowtie matching the suit; the soft blue reflection emphasized the colour of his eyes as they scanned the room without ever stopping his progress, his polite smile spreading wide when his gaze found yours, the blue of his irises turning warmer; the most beautiful feature to his face battling the magnificence of his sharply cut jaw.
The instant relief washing over you screamed of how anxious you had actually been before you had seen him alive and well; the warmth spreading through your veins whispered of comfort, a tidal wave of feeling at home after a long travel; the heat curling in your belly and sending sparkles through every nerve ending reminded you that your body had been missing him in all different ways.
Your gaze zeroed on his every step. He seemed to move too slow and too fast at once; and suddenly he was standing in front of you, one hand gently grasping yours, the other lightly laying on your waist, a chaste kiss to your temple lingering as your body naturally sought his and carefully leaned into his entirely publicly appropriate greeting. The familiar woodsy notes of his cologne and aftershave had your heartbeat pick up and instinctively move closer into his embrace and breathing in deeply, the scent going straight to your head; but following his lead, you didnât get too close, letting the gentle timbre of his voice soothe your need for connection instead.
At last; he was home. He was here, with you, and his love, while contained in socially acceptable gestures, seemed to draw a protective circle around your pair, shining brighter and warmer than the lights and all the luxuries around combined.
âHey sweetheart. Itâs so good to see you,â he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek this time, his eyes lit alive as he retreated, a hint of a smile still playing in the corner of his lips. âAnd you are absolutely stunning. Almost tripped over my feet the moment I set my eyes on you.â
Resisting the urge to tenderly slap his side at the exaggeration, at making your face burn hot â and something inside you purr with satisfaction since you had chosen your outfit with care, much like your makeup and hairdo â you gathered your composure, straightening your posture and charming a smile for him in return.
In one of many late-night conversations, when he had revealed his artistic side to you, he had admitted he loved to feast his eyes on all kinds of art from the most ordinary ones to the rarest; you had understood then that while a fighter and just a man in his core, his soul was a thing seeking beauty and goodness everywhere. In both things and people. A doodle could make him smile and hum in delight as much as a painting or a sculpture, he had said shyly; a building, an arrangement of flowers, a beautiful dress too. The last one, however, he had appreciated most on a woman as bewitching as yourself, he had told you, a tender finger on your jaw, a glint of dark mischief in his eye, lips slanting over yours and stealing your breath in a matter of a second; proving he was appreciative of you just as much when you were wearing nothing at all.
This time, however, you liked to believe he enjoyed the sight of you in the dress indeed; the top was hugging your curves like a second skin, the dark crimson fabric bled into a breeze-light skirt, shorter at the front, longer at the back, offering a less-than-scandalous but still teasing peek of your legs and clear view of your matching heels.
âItâs really good to see you too, love. And you look quite handsome yourself⌠I nearly dropped my drink upon seeing you,â you reciprocated with a small smirk, pointedly finishing your drink at last, heat flaring in your core when you caught Steveâs gaze lingering on your lips as they barely touched the edge of the glass, not leaving an imprint despite the dangerously red colour of your lipstick.
As you set your glass on the nearest table, you took a satisfactory note of Steveâs gaze flickering even lower, and bit back a smile.
As high as the neckline of your dress was, actually reaching half-up your throat and barely but chastely covering your shoulders, the oval-shaped cut stretching from between your collarbones down over your sternum was a rather intentional trap.
And your Captain had fallen right into it, his Adamâs apple bobbing before his gaze snapped back to your face, pupils wider, irises having gained just a tad darker shade. The fresh surge of confidence was almost as intense as the swoop of desire in your lower belly, sending your thoughts spiralling far away from a behaviour socially acceptable at an event like this.
It made you want to abandon the event and let it sort itself even if Steve had just barely arrived.
Who cared anyway? Steve deserved a proper rest after a taxing mission; rest and more, whatever his heart desired. And maybe not only his heart; if you were honest with yourself, you were only a hot-blooded human being like the rest of the world and were looking forward to truly greeting Steve home in all the ways imaginable.
You could control yourself in the public, of course, and you genuinely understood the importance of networking. But you should bring up simply taking Steve home for his own good; and you could profit from it all the same. From his proximity, from the privacy of your home, from getting your hands on the insanely handsome manâs body.
Whether he sensed the sparkles in the air you werenât sure; but he leaned towards your face, his voice dripping slow and rich like honey from his lips brushing your ear, sinful despite the words being perfectly innocent.
âIt works well then, honey.â He offered you his elbow, straightening his posture as if he was so damn proud to show off what kind of a woman he had on his arm. âLetâs go fulfil our duty of mingling so we can excuse ourselves as soon as possible.â
With his last words carrying alluring notes of an intimate promise, you conceded.
Nodding, you arranged your face in a polite smile, crafted to nonchalant perfection.
âLetâs go mingle indeed.â
Indeed, letâs work so we can sneak away and go home as soon as possible.
Your plan had gone a little awry.
In the glow of delight at Steveâs arrival, you had underestimated the number of people who found it their crucial mission to meet and greet and catch up with Captain America.
You had kept up the pleasant façade through all the conversations, nodding and chuckling politely when the situation called for it; but you were growing weary and you could feel tension gradually building in Steveâs shoulders as well, the way you remained connected by at least an inch of a touch at all times permitting you to observe the change.
You had thought it would help when you subtly nodded towards the dance floor; his smile turned much more genuine as he asked you for a dance, earning your pair a breather and a moment of shared intimacy for a few songs.
But you had been wrong in your strategy; if it were possible, Steveâs jaw appeared locked even tighter than before once your reprieve was deemed to last too long and you agreed to return to socializing. His touch grew into a hold; at moments, it was but a grip, until you felt him forcefully relax and ease the pressure.
You didnât blame him one bit.
He must have been exhausted; away from home for so long, physically and mentally drained after an intense, albeit successful mission, forced to put on a mask for everyone elseâs benefit, because Steve Rogers, to a point, was a poster boy. As much as he was trying to change that, working on allowing himself to show and accept his humanity, he remained the embodiment of a hero who never gave up and raised others on his own shoulders despite scratching the bottom of the barrel of his own energy.
He remained cordial and polite and a gentleman; he offered to get you a drink as you excused yourself to the bathroom, returning only to find him â visibly annoyed, for once â trapped in a conversation with Tony. A conversation which was probably not at all important, but apparently couldnât wait, at least in Tonyâs mind. Â
âSuch a charming woman, standing here all by herself. How is that even possible?â questioned a voice from your left just as you pondered rescuing your boyfriend, causing you to waver.
It was a very male voice. An unfamiliar voice.
And had it been Clint or Sam or Bucky, youâd laugh at the poor line, which would no doubt be told with a drop of teasing; or in Thorâs case, entirely genuine and fitting to Asgardian but not Midgardian ways. Hearing it from a stranger, though, that made you want to roll your eyes.
You were a strong soldier of God so to speak, however; you turned to the source of the voice with a smile with just a slightly sharp edge â one the tall lanky man was oblivious to, as it turned out â and greeted him with a measured Sir.
As he introduced himself, you learned that Mr. Doctor Bowers PhD. might have had two PhDs but none of them was in taking a goddamn hint. Because now you were sort-of trapped much like Steve was, the written and unwritten rules of courtesy not permitting you to make up an excuse of needing to go to the bathroom after you had clearly just come back.
You counted seconds, pondering how soon you could leave the man behind without appearing too rude. You got to a hundred when your patience truly was wearing thin.
He was still not taking any of the hints you had dropped. Worse, even. You werenât presumptuous enough â unlike some people in the mostly one-sided conversation â to imagine the flirting. He was clearly attempting to flirt and was failing miserably. He was shameless about it too, even if a little condescending.
Ninety-four seconds later, you had enough of him and far too little of Steve; your skin seemed to be already burning where Steve had last touched you, yearning for the contact to return in a perhaps clingy, but entirely honest way.
And suddenly, as if some miracle provided by Asgardian magic, the touch was back.
Steveâs arm was curling around your waist, his side pressing to your hip, his lips making a gentle â and strangely electric â contact with your hairline.
âIâm sorry about the hold-up, sweetheart. Whoâs your⌠friend?â
It was a little funny, really. The man matched Steve in height, but at the biting note in Steveâs voice, he shrank at least a foot and a half.
He introduced himself after clearing his throat, maintaining the remnants of his composure which all of sudden carried no hint of the wannabe seducer. You wanted to kiss Steve right on the lips right there for that alone.
Mr. Doctor PhD also probably regretted extending his hand for Steve to shake; because at Steveâs grip, no doubt stronger than necessary despite his entirely nonchalant mask of politeness, he actually winced.
You were no supporter of violence, much like Steve, which might seem ironic to some given his profession â but the lick of heat at seeing Steve put the guy into back into his place sent a shudder of undiluted want down your spine and straight into your core, your posture involuntarily shifting in response. Steveâs hold on you tightened.
âI have to talk to my girlfriend now, if you excuse us. See you around,â Steve said, already spinning you towards the exit to drive his point to the end.
You didnât resist.
If anything, you couldnât walk fast enough, regretting wearing heels and wishing for a pair of sneakers instead to sneak away from the party altogether at last.
Only when Steve led you further and further away from people, deeper into the complex, your heart began thundering in your chest; you noticed that the tension in his muscles you had worried about had grew tenfold and realized that his announcement about needing to talk to you might be more than an excuse.
âSteve, are you alright?â
âFine,â he responded flatly, yet in a voice carrying hundred times more warmth than just a moment ago.
Right. And the Sun is blue, the pigs can fly and tachyons had always been proven particles of matter. Â
You swallowed the snarky response, glancing at him as you barely kept up with his long strides; still, you could tell he was holding back, having seen him march with much more hurry and relentlessness.
âThanks for the rescue, by the way. Really,â you pipped up, one corner of your lips rising despite your stomach turning tight at the unreadable expression on Steveâs face. âGuy simply couldnât take the hint that I only have eyes for my Captain.â
An uncomprehensible grumbly noise vibrated in Steveâs chest, his arm sliding from your waist in favour of taking your hand in his instead.
Apparently, your attempt at cheering him up failed; you should have known.
The corridor was now completely devoid of people; you had arrived to the part of the floor with three small conference rooms, one an each of them dark and empty â because everyone was at the party.
Your smile turned truly nervous at that point, your mind racing as much as your heart. Steve wouldnât have led you here unless he wanted to urgently talk about something important. You were a little baffled as to why hadnât he opted for the elevator and his former quarters instead; but you didnât question it as he placed his palm on the scanner and practically threw one of the doors open and all but pulled you in, some of the lights automatically flickering to life.
That was all that your ordinary human brain had time to register.
Because then Steveâs hand found firm purchase of your neck, cupping your jaw, lips slanted over yours with ferocity and passion that had your mind snap blank and set your body on fire, your hands limply landing on his firm chest.
Oh. O-okay.
More than okay.
You were forced to walk backwards, Steveâs other hand pressing against your hip to lead your step and steady you at once; an anchor you desperately needed in the whirlwind of puzzlement and madly stirred desire. Your lips parted in invitation just before your ass hit the conference table, an unvoluntary whimper escaping you when Steveâs body aligned with yours, every single part of him bare his lips tight and wound up, his hardness brushing against your thigh.
At the small sound so willingly consumed by his demanding kiss, he squeezed your hip harder, tongue exploring hundred-times explored with delight, air stolen from your lungs, your hands scrambling to grab his suit jacket to pull him even closer.
Who needed breathing anyway?
You didnât. And you didnât care how you got here either, be it desire fuelled by impatience or jealousy or the endless time apart, your choice of a dress or your lipstick which you knew Steve liked so much. You didnât give a damn.
He was the spoilsport, releasing your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, his quick breaths fanning your face, hand from your neck sliding lower, an almost inhuman sound pushing through his teeth when his fingertips found the exposed skin on your breastbone, petting the soft spot adoringly.
You had not known until that moment how much you craved his touch precisely at that spot and how weak in the knees it could make you.
âPlease say y-â
âYes,â you gasped, instantly rewarded by his mouth on yours again with a muttered but hearty-
âGod, I missed you-â
-dextrous fingers sliding under your skirts and hiking the fabric up as they travelled up your thigh, Steveâs pelvis rocking against yours, creating delicious friction against your core.
âI missed you too.â
Your hands went to roam over his freshly shaven jaw, over his shoulders, pushing the jacket off just to make him growl in frustration when he had to stop touching you for two full seconds to get rid of it.
âSorry, want to feel you,â you apologized nonsensically, every single moment of his touch going straight to your head like a strong sweet wine, intoxicating and addictive, much like his scent, his taste, consuming all of your senses.
âNeed to have you-â
âYou have me,â you said breathily, a plea and a promise at once, thoroughly appreciated by a squeeze to your ass, fingertips wandering towards where you needed him the most--
And then Steve halted in his progress, body turning into a statue as he came in contact with bare skin, lips stilling on yours.
You gulped, trying to judge his reaction despite your haze.
You had had⌠a little incident when dressing up to the nines. Your broken nail nicked your thigh-high, sending a run up your calf. Uncharacteristically unprepared, you had found out if was your only pair. And sure. You could have run to a store. You could have express-ordered; stores would trip over their feet to deliver to Ms. Captain America in need. You could have worn a pantyhose.
And yet, your mind had steered you towards the drawer where you had kept tights specifically bought for a wholly different occasion than a social outing.
Why not? Your dress was long enough. And having hoped Steveâs mission would bring him home victorious and excited, having missed all of him terribly, you thought you might at least save some time once you two would be home.
Except you werenât at home now. But that wasnât on you â you were completely innocent in that matter.
Except you werenât and your tights were conveniently sewn with a large enough opening to have Steve fit his hand or other parts of his body through, leaving but a flimsy lace panties in his way.
âSweetheart?â he rasped, licking his lips as if to tempt you further, to confess your sins born of love and lust. He pulled back just an inch, to meet your gaze, his own pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of your beloved blue remained.
You gulped; not ashamed, not truly, perhaps a little apprehensive of his judgement. You had worn what was pretty much an erotic prop to a high-class event and had you not been careful and had had an accident, anyone seeing or god forbid snapping a pictureâŚ
âI⌠wanted to greet you home⌠and feel you as soon as possible,â you admitted silently, heart thundering in your chest, in your ears, in your temples, in your fingertips fisting the collar of Steveâs shirt.
A beat of silence.
Several wild beats of your heart.
âChrist, I love you-â
You were hoisted up on the edge of the table in a lightning speed and a mouth-watering display of strength, lips devoured by Steveâs with enough force to bend you backwards, the line of your soaked panties pushed aside to not waste time indeed as Steveâs fingertips dipped into your slick with a mutual groan of pleasure.
âSteve-â
âThatâs right, honey,â he whispered, lips teasing the soft skin of your throat now, âIâm here now, all yours.â
He teased your lower lips back and forth, once, twice, three times too many and then he finally entered you with two fingers, a dark chuckle coming deep from his throat at the gasp of his name, stepping closer between your spread thighs to press your legs further apart.
He pumped his fingers with ease, driving you towards the stars at a dizzying speed, pressing a soothing kiss to your sternum when you cried out at him curling his fingers just right.
âThatâs it, honey⌠sing for me. Just for me,â he pleaded, contradicting his plea by claiming your lips again and pushing deeper, faster, wicked,your whimpers swallowed greedily, all his, just like you were, on the brink of ecstasy.
You were trembling; in pleasure, in anticipation of absolute bliss, with Steveâs hand firmly pressed to your lower back to hold you close and annihilate you in the most exquisite way known to man. His words, his touch, the husky notes of his voice, the sheer need radiating off him and still making sure you were to steal the first round of fireworks just for yourself.
It exploded through your body without warning.
You broke with a cry of his name, lips freed just so he could hear the delicious sound, so beautifully seconded by his harsh breaths and so filthily accompanied by the wet sound of your pleasure you had no capacity to be ashamed of but revelled in instead.
You knew he did too. Because he had done that to you, for you. It was his and yours and both was a privilege; and lust incarnate, as he brought you down from your high gently as it be, his hand disappearing from your back in favour of undoing his fly and zipper.
Feel as soon as possible; no time to waste. Pants shoved down only as little as necessary, boxers following, a peek of a mouthwatering â and always a little intimidating â sight was all you got.
A small startled sound escaped you when you were being pulled further towards the edge of the table without a moment of reprieve, a chuckle bubbling in your throat at Steveâs impatience â but with no malice. God knew you understood; the moment the head nudged your entrance, coating him in your slick, your orgasmic bliss was long gone, replaced by even more acute need.
You wanted him. Now. All of him. Wanted to feel him deep inside you, wanted him to fill you so completely as only he ever could, devoured by him, desired and loved.
And you wanted to make him feel as delirious with pleasure as he had made you a moment ago, wanted to make his world so hot it turned white for a moment, make his knees buckle with the force of his release.
Your gaze met his, eyes feasting at the beautiful panting mess he already was, all pristine in his suit and bowtie and ready to ruin and be ruined, lips crimson and kiss-swollen and parting with a groan as he slowly pushed into you.
âLook at me, Steve. Want you to see what you do to me,â you whispered, the little broken sound pushing past his lips the only warning you got before he snapped his hips forward with a curse on his lips and sheeted himself fully inside you at once. God, so fully and suddenly that all air got knocked from your lungs.
His hand grasped your jaw, tender but firm, a dangerous glint in his eye, thumb running over your painted lower lip.
âOh Iâm looking, honey.â His gaze flickered down as he retreated almost all the way out, shining with your arousal, and thrusted deeply again, causing your eyes to flutter shut. âAnd thereâs nothing prettier than you falling apart for me, so let. Me. See you.â
He accentuated every word with a sharp snap of his hips, stroking and stretching your walls over and over, setting a rhythm, teasingly slow and punishingly quick, hand and lips roaming, grabbing and caressing, kisses all teeth and all soft, grip on your hips keeping you still to assure he could take you exactly as he liked and encouraging you to roll your hips at your pace as you balanced on the edge of the table all the same.
âMissed you.â
âLove you.
âNeed you.â
âSo good for me.â
âIâm so damn lucky.â
âPlease.â
âLook at me.â
âGive it me, honey.â
Your head was spinning as you were consumed by bliss, spiralling towards your peak so fast you couldnât tell anymore which words were yours and which were his, where you ended and he began, clinging to each other as you were carried higher and higher, your ears ringing and still allowing you to hear the clinks of the belt buckle and the sinful sound of your rapid love-making; like a lightning running through yours very being, you shattered with a high-pitched whimper of Steveâs name, an echo of a hoarse voice stringing curses and praise barely reaching your conscience.
You panted against Steveâs shoulder as he curled around you, minuscule movements of hips to ride out both of your highs, soft words spilling from his lips as he was barely caching breath himself.
You took a minute, maybe two or five, still, clinging to him all the same, the heady scent of sex and sweat weighing down the air, your tongue heavy and throat parched, fingers carding through Steveâs damp hair softly.
And still, you chuckled breathlessly as Steve kept running his warm hand up and down your back, the sound causing him to press a kiss to your lips that tasted of apology for some reason.
âWellâŚâ
âIâm sorry for pouncing on you, sweetheart,â he muttered, a genuine note of regret nearly lost in the pleasure carried over to his voice.
Your smiled must have looked exhausted, you thought; but blissed out.
Oh, your sweetheart of a boyfriend. As if you hadnât just both enjoyed this tremendously. Surely, he didnât really mean it, did he?
âIâm sorry for sort-of setting a trap thenâŚâ you followed suit, the words feeling simply wrong on your tongue. âExcept Iâm not.â
At that, Steve lifted his head, meeting your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire still.
âMe neither.â
You grinned, trying not to be acutely aware of his hardness still stretching you to your fullest.
Of course he wasnât entirely satisfied. One round had barely even been enough.
âThatâs what I thought. Good.â
He mirrored your expression, his grin a little boyish and devilish at once, his expression soft but somehow everything but innocent.
Yet, he caressed your face with his fingertips with tenderness, from your damp temple over your cheekbone to your jaw, gently pressing against your lips.
âI love you. And I missed you. So much. I swear I just wanted to go home â take you home, the moment I walked in,â he admitted, causing your smile to turn sympathetic.
You knew all about that; it was all you had been truly thinking about the whole evening.
âI know the feeling.â
âYeah?â
âUh-huhâŚâ you trailed off, sensations slowly returning to your body outside the all-consuming pleasure. You felt like you were burning; sweaty and fucked-out for the lack of a better term, most of your body tingling⌠You chuckled self-deprecatingly. âGod, my legs shake so much⌠what did you do to me?â
Steveâs hands moved to your thighs as if he needed to feel it and steady the trembling, to help, teeth worrying over his lip, just a hint of guilt â and a whole lot more of something you didnât dare to decode, because those were some dangerous waters.
You expected him to pull out and help you stand then, clean up; after all, he was a gentleman like that, always supporting you.
He did the former, tenderly so as not to hurt you; but not the latter. When he carefully left your body and you tried to stand, he halted your movements with tightening his hold on your thighs, his gaze roaming all over you as you glanced at him all with puzzlement.
âSteve?â
âMaybe you should lie down,â he suggested lowly, his gaze flickering from your still quaking legs to the opening of your dress on your chest and to your lips and then back.
You swallowed against your dry throat.
The dangerous waters you hadnât dared to explore roared in the back of your head, a shudder of scalding heat running through your body.
He hadnât cleaned up. He hadnât tucked himself in. He was still⌠as always---he-
You licked your lips, your heart stumbling so hard in your chest it was almost painful.
Wordlessly but with his blown pupils observing you like a hawk, one of his hands moved to your shoulder, gently pushing, encouraging you to lie down on the desk indeed.
And who were you to protest? His gaze was once again pleading and challenging you.
Please, say yes.
Like a fallen angel coaxing you to sin; and youâd all but follow hm straight to hell, because you knew heâd show you heaven unparalleled.
The table was cold and unforgivingly hard against your back, but you didnât care; all you cared about was Steve looking at you like that, like you were a goddess and a prize he had sworn to win, guiding your leg up to rest your ankle against his shoulder, his hot mouth pressing a kiss to your calf. His other hand pushed his pants and boxes down his legs this time, before he reached for your other leg and wrapped it around his waist, once again nudging your sensitive opening.
âJust one more, honey,â he coaxed you, as if you needed convincing, as if the tremble of your body hadnât turned from blissful and exhausted to one of anticipation. âJust one more and then weâll go homeâŚâ
He pressed another kiss to your calf and met your gaze as he slowly sank back in with ease, something devilish and painfully alluring flashing in his eyes as a shudder ran through your body, sensitive from your earlier activities.
âAnd when weâre there, Iâll take you once more⌠once for every day I would have made love to you, had I been in our home with you as I should have.â
In the haze of your mind, the math didnât seem to math or even matter, even though you felt it should.
But for now, all you could focus on was Steve, finally with you, and soon coming to your shared home with you, at last.
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đđđđđ III {finale} || professor!helmut zemo x reader
{đđđđ I} {đđđđ II}
đđđđđđđ : some part of you thought that maybe you could get through this without ever having to really talk about your feelings, or the future, or all those things you were pretending didnât matter. but they matter, and they canât go unspoken forever.
đđđđ đđđđđ : 11.7k
đđđđđđđđ : smut (semi-public sex aka car sex), some possessiveness, angst, fluffffff way too much fluff, violence (mentioned), mentions of serious injury, military references, relationship discussions, choking (non-sexual lmao itâs just on food), minor character death (in a flashback kinda, not graphic)
You glanced over at him as he stared out into the road ahead, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, his thumb absent-mindedly stroking your skin.
The weekend getaway had been his idea, but he let you pick the destination. You picked a cabin in a cute little seaside town, something relaxed where you could spend the whole weekend in bed together and not worry about the rest of the world for a little while.
But you were still in the car, so you were still worryingâ specifically, worrying that this felt sort of like a boyfriend and girlfriend thing. And that itself wasnât so bad, but it made you feel like the âwhat are we?â talk was inevitable, as was that talk going poorly. You could picture it now: I like spending time with you, heâd say, one of those things that sounds like a compliment but really means youâre worth it as long as you require no effort and stay out of my way.
And youâd just nod and pretend to be okay with it because you were in too deep now to break it off. When you were together, you were so happy that you couldnât imagine ending it; and when you were apart, you missed him so much that all you could think about was the next time you would be together.
Weâre happy now, why do things need to change? heâd say, one of those things that makes sense until you really think about it and understand that it just means why would I care if weâre moving forward or not? Iâm already getting what I want.
You sighed, leaning your head back against the seat, and he glanced at you quickly. âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, squeezing your thigh.
âNothing,â you mumbled.
âYou expect me to believe that?â he chuckled. âYouâre overthinking again, I can feel it.â
âYou can feel me overthinking?â you confirmed, raising an eyebrow.
âOf course,â he nodded. âI can tell your mood very well by now.â
âAlright, then why ask me what Iâm thinking about if you already know what Iâm feeling, mind reader?â you challenged.
âYouâre sighing because you are bored from being in the car so long,â he decided, âand youâre also noticing that youâve never dated anybody who drove such a nice car before.â
Does that mean weâre dating? âAnything else?â you smirked.
âAnd youâre wishing I would move my hand a little higher.â
Before you could react to that, he moved his fingers up under your skirt, gripping your thigh tightly until you breathed another sighâ one very different from the last.
âAm I right?â he grinned.
âSpot on,â you breathed, whimpering a little when one of his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties. It was subtle, teasing, and yet it was enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your thighs to clench together which he noticed easily.
He tutted in faux disappointment when his finger moved down to find a wet patch in the fabric. âOh, wet already⌠what are we going to do with you, draga?â
Whatever the fuck you wanna do with me, you thought, but when your lips fell open thankfully only a little moan fell out.
It was impossible to complain about the risk of distracted driving when his fingers slipped into your panties and explored your foldsâ yet you were about to complain when he pulled his hand away, until you watched him bring his soaked fingers to his lips, quickly getting a taste before reaching under your skirt again. As if that wasnât hot enough, he growled a bit when he pushed two fingers into you suddenly.
âFuck,â you whispered, making him smile proudly. He only ventured the fingers inside you briefly, sliding them out slowly to brush the rough pads of them over your clit and it made your whole body shudderâ he pressed down, drawing slow circles, until you were biting back whimpers and pleas for more.
He kept on teasing you, only reaching as deep as he needed to to lightly press into your spot before slipping out to rub your clit and then start the process all over again.
âYouâre soâŚâ you panted.
âHm?â
âYouâre so mean,â you hissed.
âAm I? I can stop if Iâm bothering you,â he offered.
âN-no! I⌠I just need more, please,â you groaned, yelping a bit when he pinched your clit roughly.
This time when he filled you with his fingers, he twisted his arm to go a bit deeper and kept his thumb on your clit, your soaked pussy making it easy for him to pump in and out at an increasing pace.
Your eyes fell shut as you gripped the seat beneath you, rocking your hips up against his hand for more.
âOhh, fuck, Helmut, Iâm gonna come,â you warned mindlessly.
You only opened your eyes when you felt the car start to shift, looking over to him as he checked the road before pulling over off the side and stopping near the wooded treeline.
âWh-what are youâ?â you mumbled, cut off when he put the car in park and grabbed your face to kiss you roughly. You held the wrist by his hand that held your face, moaning against his tongue, still not sure what he was up to but already on board.
âGet in the back, I canât wait any longer,â he whispered, and you nodded dreamily as you broke away and awkwardly climbed into the backseat; he followed soon after, pushing you back against the leather and sliding his body between your legs; holding you close, kissing you harder.
It would have been reasonable to expect that the small space would make everything more uncomfortable, but instead it just made it hotterâ like there wasnât room to be anywhere but pressed right up against each other, like the only place he could rest his hands was on your body. You felt totally helpless to his dominating and open-mouthed kiss, to his thick hands tugging your clothes out of the way while you blindly attempted to open his belt.
You reached into his trousers and found him already incredibly hard, wrapping your fingers around the silky skin and grinning when he cursed under his breath.
A bit hasty with your desperation getting the better of you, you guided him to your entrance and began to slowly push your hips forwardâ but he held your thighs and did it for you, sliding in in one smooth stroke.
This angle seemed to force him even deeper, and you clutched his shirt in weak fists as he pushed all the way inside. âH-Helmut,â you breathed as he started to move, not quite sure if it was a plea for him to slow down or never stop.
âFuck, say my name again,â he demanded.
âHelmut,â you repeated, giggling when he kissed your neck on a spot that sort of tickled a bit. Â
âOne more time,â he instructed; you could feel his grin against your skin, alongside his teeth grazing your pulse.
Just as you started to say it he fucked you harder all of a sudden, just to make you choke on it. Soon you were saying his name like a prayer, over and over until you worried youâd lose your voice and he had to kiss you to make you stop. âSay youâre mine,â he pleaded softly, right against your lips, âlike you did the first time.â
You felt shame pang at the back of your head, a strong instruction from what was left of your logical mind not to do that. But for all your mindâs protests, your body was already his and already bending to his will. âYours,â you moaned, âHelmut, Iâm yoursâŚâ
âI know,â he breathed, nodding slightly as he kissed you again, âI know, baby.â
You whimpered and wrapped your legs around his hips, holding him closer as he stayed deep inside you, barely letting him pull back to thrust though he still managed regardless. The bottom of his shirt was rubbing against your clit (consequences of only half-undressing for a quickie) and it made your back arch until you couldnât push your body into his anymore.
Embarrassingly quickly, pressure began to build inside you, your moans getting louder as they echoed around the inside of the car.
âWill you come for me, draga?â he purred, a low growl against your neck where he had moved his assault of wet kisses. You nodded quickly, holding onto his back tight and biting down on your lip a bit too hard. His hand held your neck, thumb running over your jaw, and in a way it soothed you, but it also sent you tumbling over the edge all at once  You barely choked out his name as your attempt at a warning, as if it werenât obvious just from the way your channel seized up immediately. âGood girl,â he cooed lowly right against your ear, âso good for me, donât stop.â
You couldnât stop so long as he kept his paceâ not nearly as fast as you were used to, much more measured and patient, and yet it ruined you in a way nothing else could.
It was much too sensual for the backseat of a Lexus. Much too delicate and loving for two people who werenât even in a formal relationship. Much too perfect to ever forget, irritatingly enough.
He kept his eyes open to watch your face closely as he came inside you, admiring every detail of your face twisted in pleasureâ a tear even fell down your temple and he softly brushed it awayâ before it all slowed down to a stop and you were just holding each other.
Once you both cooled off for just a second, he pulled you close and rolled you around so he was sitting and you straddled his lap, keeping you in an embrace while he kissed your neck and shoulder. âSo beautiful,â he whispered, so quiet you almost didnât hear it.
You wanted to tell him that you meant it, that you were really his. That it wasnât just dirty talk (and you werenât even sure if it qualified as âdirtyâ). Even if he rejected you, at least it would be off your chest. Â
But you chickened out; and in your defense, if thereâs any time to have a talk with a partner that might end up awkward, right before a weekend trip is probably the worst time possible. So, it was strategic aside from just pathetic.
âWeâre already going to be a bit late,â he noticed, lifting his hand over your shoulder to look at his watch, âis it alright if we just stay like this for a while before I get back to driving?â
You nodded sleepily against his shoulder and he grinned, kissing your cheek. âMaybe you can rest here in the back after thatâŚâ
And you did, drifting off quickly in the comfort of his arms. You only partially roused from your sleep when he carefully pulled out of you and laid you down gently, the sound of the car starting coming a few moments later.
He had to keep his eyes on the road, but he wanted so badly to watch you sleep in the rearview mirror. Â
âSo, what did you think?â you smiled expectantly as you turned from watching the credits roll on the TV to looking at where he sat beside you on the cabinâs big fluffy couch.
âEh,â he shrugged.
âWhat?!â you squawked. âYou just experienced an American classic!â
âAmerican classics, in my experience, are aggressive and boisterous and⌠greasy,â he explained.
You snorted. âHow can a movie be greasy?â
âI meant the foodââ
âOh! We should watch Grease!â you realized.
He grumbled something in Sokovian to himself as he rubbed his forehead, and you laughed in relent. âFine, I wonât make you watch anything more.â
âNo, I like watching movies with you,â he decided, âbut maybe the next one can be a bit more⌠subtle.â
"The next movie we watch should be Sokovian," you suggested.
"There aren't many Sokovian films⌠the constant war was pretty hard on the cinema industry, believe it or not,â he scoffed. âWe managed to make a lot of porn, though.â
âWell then maybe we should watch some of that,â you smirked, and he laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
âOh no, itâs awful. Plumbers and lonely housewives, cops pulling women over, that sort of thing,â he dismissed.
âCheesy porn tropes, you say? Like, perhaps, a professor and his student?â you pressed, leaning in to run your fingers playfully over his open collar. âSo unrealistic.â
âIt was different with us,â he decided.
âHow?â
âIt wasnât for a grade, we never used the term âoral examâ...â
âMm, maybe we should have,â you purred, hopping up to straddle his lap and trace your finger over the chain of his necklace that was just barely exposed under his shirt. âItâs sorta sexy.â
âReally? Oral exam?â he asked with a raised eyebrow. âMakes me think of the dentist.â
âOh, so you donât think dentists are hot?â you joked. âWho doesnât like latex gloves and drills in their mouth?â
He laughed, and although you were sort of trying not to seem totally desperate, you just couldnât hold yourself back from trying to kiss that smile right off his faceâ thankfully he didnât seem to mind, humming a bit against your lips and placing his hands on your back to hold you closer.
Just when you thought he would deepen it, he pulled back slightly.
âWait,â he mumbled against your lips, pushing you back gently to break the kiss. âIt was⌠different with us, right?â
You shook your head slightly, confused as you struggled to remember what he was talking about. âWhat? Yeah, of course.â
Hastily pressing your lips back on his, you were all in but he was clearly distracted, only half-heartedly kissing you back; you could all but taste his hesitance and it forced you to pull back and look down at him again.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked softly, tilting your head.
âOh, uh, nothingâs wrong,â he assured, âI just⌠I was just thinking.â
â...what were you thinking about?â you asked when you realized that was the end of his sentence.
âI was thinking about what you said a few weeks ago, on my birthdayâ that you liked that Iâm so much older than you.â
âMhm?â
âYouâre notâŚâ he started and began again. âThis isnât just⌠about that, for you, is it?â
âWhat?â you furrowed your brow.
âI mean, is that what thisââ he motioned to the space between the two of youâ âis about?â
You frowned, a little sinking feeling already forming in your gut. âI donât understand,â you spoke, but your fear was more that you understood him completely.
âMy English isnât good enough for this,â he sighed. âSometimes I worry that this is⌠something you do.â
âThat what is something I do?â you asked, a bit more pointed than you meant for it to come out, but you really just needed him to say it. Â
âDate older men,â he finally finished. âSeduce professors, I donât know, whatever youâd like to call it.â
You straightened up and got up off of his lap, stepping back. âSeriously? You think this is, like, my kink or something?â
âNo, I donât think so,â he clarified, standing up with you, âbut Iâm asking in case Iâm wrong.â
Maybe on some level, you could appreciate that it was a reasonable question. After all, you had been sort of wanting to ask him if he made a habit of seducing studentsâ but you didnât because you knew it would be horribly offensive, which is why it was so aggravating that he was doing it to you now. In these months together (but not together together), had he not learned enough about your character to realize you werenât in it for anything but him? âI told you I havenât even dated that much before you,â you reminded him firmly, crossing your arms.
âAnd I believe you, Iâm not accusing you of anythingââ
âIt kinda sounds like you are!â you snapped.
âAnd it sounds like you are getting defensive about it, which makes me worry even more!â he shot back, and you wondered if youâd ever heard him raise his voice before.
âWell, donât worry about it, because itâs none of your business,â you rolled your eyes, âweâre not even dating anyway.â
Just as you started to walk away, not even sure where you would go when you were staying here with him (a walk outside, maybe, just to clear your head and be somewhere that he couldnât see you cry?), he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.
âWait, please,â he breathed, and only because he sounded so broken-hearted did you turn around.
âWhat?â you sighed, showing your irritation in lieu of your heartbreak.
He took a quick breath, collecting himself before he spoke again. âI donât mean to be invasive and I certainly donât mean to be controlling,â he explained, âI just⌠I want to understand what you want. From me, specifically.â
âOkay,â you nodded, âthat might be a more complicated question than you realize. With a complicated answer.â
âI have time, I have the rest of the weekend," he decided. âJust tell me that this isnât only fun for you. If it is, then⌠then Iâm glad you had your fun, and we can have fun together here, and then when we get back to the city⌠we can go our separate ways.â
âAnd if itâs not?â
He swallowed, looking away briefly before stepping closer, reaching up to cradle your face in his palm. âIf itâs not just fun, then⌠then we need to have a different conversation.â
You cleared your throat nervously. âWhat conversation?â
âI need to know first,â he insisted, âor it would be wrong for me to tell you. I donât want you to spare my feelings, draga, I just want the truth.â
What you really wanted was to know his feelings first so you could spare your own, but he was so adamant on making you speak first, his gaze desperately searching your face as you tried to avoid the heat of it. âIâŚâ you began, not sure what to say. You knew what you wanted to say, you just didnât know how, exactly. Looking up into his eyes again, you took a quick breath and started over, trying to ignore your heart racing inside your chest. âItâs not just fun, Helmut, or a bucket list thing or a âtrying something wild and crazy while Iâm still youngâ thing. Iâm serious about this⌠but, you know, if you just wanna stay casual I understandââ
He cut you off with a kiss, sudden but not quite desperate; rather relaxed, actually, and you melted into it as his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you close. Â
âI love you,â he whispered against your lips.Â
âYouâ what?â you gasped, pushing back slightly against his chest.
âI love you,â he repeated. âItâs not just fun, itâs not a bucket list thing or a midlife crisis thingâ I love you, Iâve been in love with you for weeks and couldnât think of what to say⌠I was afraid to smother you, you wouldnât be wrong to want more freedom than you can have with me.â
A shaky breath moved in and out of your lungs as you looked away from his gazeâ it was too wonderfully all-encompassing for you to be able to process this with his eyes on you.
âI hope it doesnât bother you,â he mumbled nervously, âbut I canât change how I feel.â
âNo, it doesnât⌠itâs good,â you smiled, starting to laugh. Your heart was beating so heavy you could hear it in your ears, you could barely even hear yourself speak as you answered him. âHelmut, itâsâ I love you too, of course.â
âReally?â he beamed.
âReally.âÂ
He kissed you again, harder, and neither of you could stop smiling through it. "Say it again," he pleaded softly.Â
"I love you," you repeated. "I love you, Helmut."
âMm, one more time,â he encouraged with a soft laugh as he lifted you into his arms and began to carry you down a familiar path to the cabinâs bedroom.
âI love you I love you I love you Iââ you had to stop to gasp when he bit down on your neck, not too hard but still quite surprising, before he tossed you down onto the bed and pounced on top of you.
âIs it fair to say that weâre dating now?â he presumed, making you laugh. Â
âYeah, I think so.â
âSo itâs just us, you and me, girlfriend and boyfriend?â he continued. âNobody else?â
âThere was never anybody else,â you promised.
âI know, and now there never will be,â he cooed, placing a kiss right on your ear. âYouâre all mine now.â
A shiver ran up your spine instantly. âGod, how do you do that? Go from sweet to filthy in a split-second?â
âMm, a habit of mine,â he hummed, âbecause it makes you all cute and whiny.â
You frowned as he kissed your nose. âHey!â you, proving him right, whined; he laughed and held the back of your neck as he kissed you again.
Just the sex that followed that conversation wouldâve been enough to make this an amazing weekend, but it was even better to leave the vacation as a couple when that wasnât even how youâd started it. Â
Afterwards, you laid together in bed and commiserated how silly you both had been to assume the other didn't want more, deciding from now on to be open and honest as much as possible. That was what inspired you the next day to spend the morning trading secrets over the breakfast he'd made.
"I cheated on my eighth grade Spanish exam," you admitted, making him put down his fork in pretend shock.
"ÂĄChica traviesa!" he gasped.
"Maybe if I'd actually studied, I would know what that meansâŚ"
"Truthfully, I can't judge you. I did something similar in my primary studies,â he recalled. âI broke into the teachers' desk and stole an early copy of the exam. But I didn't use it myself, I used it to impress a girl in my class."
You smiled trying to imagine that. "I can see you as the romantic type when you were a kid," you hummed.
"I was more the rebellious type, with girls being one of the more reliable ways to rebel."
That piqued your interest, and you gave him an excited grin of anticipation. "Did you have a punk phase?"
"It was Eastern Europe in the early 90s: of course I had a punk phase," he chuckled. "How else do you celebrate the end of a brutal capitalist revolution but by importing every Western record you can find and dying your hair black in a petrol station's bathroom sink?"
"Oh my god!" you giggled.
"But it was rather minimalist, I wasn't permitted much stylistic freedom so it was little things like that⌠I wanted an ear piercing, but my mother would've truly had a heart attack."
"I guess you're better than I was,â you shrugged, âmy rebellious phase was brief but with a much stronger willingness to sacrifice my mother's sanity."
"Yes, that's more typical," he nodded. "I suppose my real secret was that I didn't want to rebel from my parents nearly as much as I thought I did⌠I just wanted to make them happy."
You smiled at him as he stared down at his plate. "You sound like a sweet kid."
"Horrifically stupid and a bit self-involved but sure, sweet," he agreed with a chuckle.
"So, all our secrets are out, huh?" you grinned.
"Perhaps I have a few left," he smirked as he leaned across the table to kiss you softly. "I'm saving them for a rainy day."
The weekend went by much too quickly, but you couldnât begrudge the return to daily life now that you were returning to it togetherâ so far, youâd found that together was the best way to experience life.Â
Almost as fast as the vacation, so went the seasons as well: you both had classes through summer, and you enjoyed the freedom that came with a much more empty campus; fall, as always, was damp and chilly yet comfortingâ sometimes the leaves turned just the right color of brown before they fell to remind you of his eyes; winter sent you back home to see your family for the holidays, just for a few days, and you told them youâd bring your mysterious boyfriend next time even though it made your heart race to imagine that.
Your birthday passed at some point during the year, and he took you out to one of those slightly-hipstery barcades where he revealed his secret talent for skeeballâ you were glad he felt comfortable completely annihilating your high score even on your birthday. He invited your friends, too, and it went significantly less horribly than you imagined; they only asked him weird questions about being a professor a few times, but otherwise everyone got along oddly well.
And soon it was another spring again, one of your last ones before you graduated, and you let yourself focus on things other than what might happen when you left the university and he almost certainly stayed. For now, you just needed to worry about how youâd ever find time for each other during finals season when both of you were busy for different reasons.
      Dinner tonight? I have a reservation at 7 for a place in the museum district. They have a dress code so wear something evening ready if possible. -Z
you donât have to sign your texts you know. I know itâs you. it says your name right above the text.
      Itâs more formal this way. -Z
itâs a text message, it will never be formal??
     Will I see you at dinner tonight or am I in trouble for asking over text? -Z
Iâll be there
     I look forward to your company, draga
hey, you didnât sign it! progress!
     -Z
goddamn it
âThis place is⌠really nice,â you noticed sheepishly, glancing around at the minimalist-yet-luxurious decor of the restaurant while you took your seat across the white-linen-covered table from him. âLike, significantly nicer than Iâve ever been to before.â
âWell, you look like you fit right in,â he assured, and you almost believed himâ it was the nicest thing in your closet, but still seemed like the wrong energy compared to how him and everyone else seemed so casually flawless. âI took the liberty of ordering for you,â he explained as he poured water into your glass for you from the basin at the table, âI was going to make you order the salmon anyways, itâs really impeccable.â
âWhatâs the occasion? Iâm still feeling spoiled from the anniversary celebrations last month.â
You two had decided to celebrate a year since the day youâd met (and had sex for the first time; it was an action-packed day) instead of the day you had officially began your relationship, since there was no reason to commemorate months of pretending to be casual while you were both quietly devoted to each other.
âI just want to have a nice date with my girlfriend, is that so terrible?â he smiled.
âNo,â you answered quickly, âbut thatâs a load of bullshit.â
He chuckled a little. âYouâre right. I wanted to do something nice with you before I go.â
âYeah, thatâs not ominous at all,â you frowned. âCare to elaborate, international man of mystery?â
The conversation paused briefly as the server came by with your meals, and you gave him a little nod of appreciation before he left; the salmon did look pretty amazing, and you trusted your boyfriendâs taste even if it was often more refined than your own.
âI need to make a trip home in the next few months,â Helmut finally clarified. âNothing particularly interesting, and thankfully all very temporaryâ boring estate management stuff, comes up every once in a while,â he shrugged.
âHow long will you be gone?â you asked, hoping you didnât sound as needy as you felt.
âNo more than three weeks.â
âThree weeks?!â you yelped.
âYou know Iâd never leave your side if I had the choice,â he smiled. âItâll go by in a moment, you might not even notice Iâm gone.â
âAre you kidding? I practically live at your apartment. We probably havenât spent three days apart since we met. Hell, we have sex, like, five times a week!â
You heard the chatter of nearby restaurant-goers die down, and you awkwardly looked around to find some of them staring at you as Helmut tried to suppress his laugh.
âI⌠may or may not have forgotten weâre in public,â you whispered harshly as most of them seemed to get back to their own conversations. âLetâs not eat here again.â
âOh, would you like to announce our sexual frequency anywhere else?â he joked, though his tone remained as serious as ever, and it made you laugh even though you were the butt of the joke. âOlive Garden, maybe?â
âShut up,â you demanded between hiccups of laughter.
âThe Texas Roadhouse? Iâm sure they would love that,â he continued. âThey seem like a real liberal crowd.â
âStop,â you snorted, trying to catch your breath and not laugh too loud in front of all these people who already had a poor impression of you.
âOr we can go to the drive-through at Taco Bell and you can tell them through the little speaker thing,â he offered, and you hid your burning face behind your cloth napkin.
âYouâre mean, I was just trying to say that Iâm gonna miss you if youâre gone for so long!â
He leaned across the table to grab the napkin and slowly pull it down from your face, smiling at you when he could see you again. âIâll make it up to you,â he promised. âWeâll have sex fifteen times when I get back, for lost time.â
âThatâs not really my issue,â you sighed. âI mean, yeah, weâre still definitely gonna do that, but thatâs not what Iâm gonna miss most.â
âI know,â he nodded, âdonât think Iâm going to do anything but miss you terribly the whole trip. In fact, that brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about tonight.â
âTelling me youâre leaving for three weeks isnât the main topic of discussion?â you realized.
âIt was, but now Iâm here with you and it has me thinking all sorts of things,â he explained.
âOkay⌠what are you thinking about?â you asked quietly.
âWell, I was just thinking that I donât want to keep you from living your youth while you can,â he answered, looking back at you as you took a sip of your drink, âbut that Iâd like to marry you.â
Just like that, you inhaled some water and began coughing and choking.
âHypothetically!â he blurted out, leaning forward to make sure you were okay but you waved him back into his seat.
âI, uh,â you began, coughing one more time before you started again, âI didnât think that was what you were thinking about.â
âWell, clearly,â he mumbled.
âI mean, I didnât know you were thinking about that at all,â you explained, âlike, I wasnât sure that we were there yet.â
âIâm surprised you didnât notice when I told you not so long ago that this year with you had been the best of my life,â he recalled, making you smile a bit to yourself at the memory. âIâm there. Iâm just asking where you are.â
âI guess I need to think about that,â you lied. You didnât need to think about it, you knew that he was talking about exactly what you wanted, but you needed to convince him you were taking this question seriouslyâ god knows he was constantly worrying that you shouldnât be tied down to him when you were so young, and although you typically handled that by making a bondage joke (and he typically handled that by making a non-joke bondage offer), you didnât want him to worry about this. Â
âMaybe you can think while Iâm on my trip,â he decided, âand when I come back, we can talk about the future.â
âI just meant for, like, a few minutes,â you admitted. âI donât need that long, Helmut. I know what I want.â
âCare to enlighten me?â
âTo be with you, whatever that looks like,â you said, sounding more confident than you thought possible. âThatâs what I want. And I donât wanna hear you saying anything about how you think I might be too young for marriage or that I might change my mind later⌠I have a right to love just as much as you, and to know whatâs right for me.â
âAnd itâs me?âÂ
You smiled as you reached for his hand where it rested on the table, squeezing his fingers in yours. âItâs you. Obviously.â
He looked at your hands held together before he smiled back at youâ but it faded suddenly, and he pulled his hand away to lean back in his chair. âThereâs something else I should tell you, before I let you say too much...â
You swallowed thickly. Oh god, here it comes. Secret family in Canada, glue-sniffing addiction, absurdly specific and disturbing fetish⌠the wheel of misfortune was already spinning in your head, and you took a bite of your fish to try to look natural.
âYou should know the truth about my family, back in Sokovia? Weâre, in a certain sense of the word⌠royalty.â
You started choking again; why did he keep telling you this stuff while you had something in your mouth??
âShit, are you alright?â he asked nervously, and you nodded in spite of your fit of coughs.
âAre you a prince?!â you spat out as you started to catch your breath again.
âA baron. A little less romantic, I know,â he smirked.
âAnd if⌠if what youâre talking about, actually happened, then that would make meâŚâ you trailed off, raising your eyebrow expectantly.
âMy baroness,â he finished for you. Funny enough, the word my was doing more for you than the royal title. âHypothetically.â
âYou keep saying that word,â you noticed. âI hope we think it means the same thing.â
âMaybe a better word would be âeventually,ââ he decided, and your back straightened because oh shit, this is really going to happen. âMaybe an even better word would be âsoon.ââ
You almost choked again, with no excuse this time as there was nothing in your mouth to actually choke on. âH-how soon?â you whispered, and his lips curled into a mischievous grin as he lifted his drink.
âSorry darling, I donât think I can tell you that,â he decided as he took a sip slowly, still staring you down over the rim of the glass.
You shifted nervously in your seat, trying to imagine how you were supposed to be anything but jittery after this conversation.Â
âCan I ask an inappropriate question?âÂ
He raised his eyebrow. âLetâs try not to scare the other patrons again, but sure.â
âHow rich are you?â you blurted out, and he laughed a little.
âSomewhere between âoutrageouslyâ and âludicrously,ââ he decided. âIt might seem a little far-fetched considering I prefer not to live extravagantly here in the States⌠but weâve made good use of the last dozen-or-so generations of wealth.â
âAnd you let me pay for lunch last week!â you remembered, leaning forward to smack him on the shoulder with a scowl.
âThatâs all you have to say about that?â he realized bewilderedly.
âItâs all that I can process right now!â
âI should apologize for not telling you sooner,â he nodded.
You paused as you stared back at him. âI sorta thought youâd continue with that by explaining why you didnât.â
He sighed, looking away. âI spent so much time worrying you were only with me in pursuit of a new experience with an older man. And then if you knew how much money was involved⌠I didnât want to jump from one insecurity to the next with you, if I could avoid it.â
âYouâre insecure about being rich? Next youâre gonna start crying âcause your cockâs too big,â you rolled your eyes.
Again, other diners turned to you and this time you looked back at them. Â
âWhat are you looking at, huh?â you snapped, and they all stared back down at their plates quickly. âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â
âIf you could stop antagonizing the public, that would be ideal,â Helmut hissed.
âI donât think Iâm handling this very well,â you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. âI wish you wouldâve told me before.â
âSo do I, but believe me that I had my reasons,â he sighed.
You lowered your hands from your face to rest them on your elbows as you crossed your arms. âI think if we are going to talk seriously about this next step, then youâre gonna have to tell me those reasons,â you decided.
âRight, of course,â he nodded, clearing his throat as he looked to the side. âWell, I guess I should start from the beginning. As good a place to start as any, yes?â
You wrinkled your brow; you werenât sure why he was so clearly nervous.
âAs you can imagine, I was born into the royal life, I didnât have much of a say in it all. From the time I was eighteen I was the 13th Baron in a line of Sokovian royals who controlled a certain amount of land. In retrospect, I understand how incredibly fortunate I was, especially compared to the poorest people in my country, but at the time all I could appreciate was that it was stuffy and boring and allowed for none of the adventure I longed for. Hence the aforementioned punk phase, but that didnât satisfy for long. I suppose that was why I enlisted.â
âYou were in the military?â
He nodded. âBriefly. I liked the idea of being a part of something that had nothing to do with my name. And I was two years into my contract when my unit was stationed in a little border town, mostly farmland, but Sokovian borders are always contentious places⌠anyhow, one night, while another Lieutenant and I were on patrol, there was an ambush. They shot at us, we shot back, but we were just firing into the dark so we went down rather quickly⌠I assumed that was the end, everything went black in an instant before I could even thinkâŚâ
You shuddered, appreciating how traumatic this was for him as he looked down at his lap, stoic but in that way that clearly held more underneath.
âI woke up in a bed, in a cottage,â he recalled. âA farmgirl heard the gunfire and waited until the enemy forces moved on to render aid. She told me I was nearly dead when she found me but that her uncle was the local doctor and had been able to remove the bullets and stitch me up.â
âYou told me those scars were from being attacked by a dog as a child,â you remembered.
âYes, I didnât forget the lies I told you,â he frowned. âI think that one should be understandable.â
You swallowed, regretting saying anything. âO-of course, Iâm sorry.â
âThe important thing is that she told me my partner was dead when she got there, and she couldnât do anything for him. I was in shockâ keep in mind I was young and dumb and thought of myself as some kind of invincibleâ but for the next month she delicately nursed me into⌠at least decent health, and helped me cope with it all.â He took a deep breath, a soft and somber smile crossing his face. âI suppose you can imagine what happened next.â
He looked at you again and you gave him a shrug, unsure what he expected you to guess.
âWe fell in love,â he finished flatly.
âOh,â you nodded, âright. It sounds pretty romantic.â
âYeah, the wounded infantryman and the rural farmgirl⌠it was all very pastoral,â he sighed, âbut anyways, my family was more than hesitant to allow me to marry a poor girl, which obviously only made me want to do it more. I even told her that Iâd leave the title for her, and she gave me some pitiful monologue about how sheâd never forgive herself if she was responsible for me being disinherited, she pleaded with me to find a way to gain my parentsâ approval⌠but I knew that we were in love and that nothing could stop us, so I didnât think much of it.â
You tried to imagine him as a young, hopeless romantic, and some part of you was a bit jealous that others got the opportunity to experience that side of him when you didnât; but it wasnât like he was exactly cold and hardened now, at least not with you. Just wiser, with more experience and more scars.
âMy parents had put their foot down and demanded I call off the engagement. And, oddly enough, they told me that it wasnât her social standing that bothered them but that they simply didnât trust her. That they thought I was being rash and had only known her a few monthsâ that I was too young, I would change my mind. I was incensed; I mean, not only do they dare to insult my foresight, but this was the love of my life they were talking about like she was some conniving witch. So I said some things I regret to this day, and I told them to keep their title and their properties and have me formally disowned at their earliest convenience.â
âWow,â you breathed.
âWell, the truth, as it often does, came out sooner or later. That all along, her love was for the money and not the man. When I told her Iâd left my title behind for her, she⌠didnât take it very well. And by that I mean she slapped me so hard I saw white for a second.â
Your heart hurt to imagine him being treated like that.
âI told her that we would be poor but we would be happy together, she told me that she never wanted to be poor again, that the reason she did all this was to get out of this hellish farming town and live in a castle in Novi Grad. I suppose I couldâve forgiven all that, after all I imagine she struggled greatly for a long time living that way. But then she started ranting about how she didnât drag some dying Baron through the mud that night on the patrolway just to marry a poor man. I was heartbroken just realizing that she knew who I was when she saved meâ that she might not have if I were anyone else. Like, say, my partner that night.â
Your chest was too tight to gasp properly. âYou donât meanâŚâÂ
âShe held out on me for a minute but I finally got her to admit it⌠the other man was alive when she found us, but she left him to die while she saved me, apparently planning from the very beginning to seduce me and escape to Novi Grad like she always dreamed of. His name was Miroslav PavloviÄ, and he was a good manâŚÂ a boy, really, only twenty when he died. Alone. In the dirt.â
Hot tears on your cheeks made you realize you were crying, and you awkwardly wiped them away in hopes that he wouldnât notice.
He took another deep breath and seemed to reorient his mind, away from the mourning and back to his story. âOf course, I, being a young man with all my pride, told my parents that I ended it in respect of their wishes, but I think my mother suspected what really happened. Especially when the girl went ahead and married my cousin.â
âShe what?!â
âAn industrious young woman, I have to give her that,â he nodded. âShe didnât need a Baron, she just needed somebody who could get her out of the farm and into whatever her idea was of a luxurious life. And yes, it is exactly as wonderful as youâre imagining to see her on those rare occasions where the extended family all has to gather.â
âYikes,â you mumbled. âThatâs⌠cold.â
âI suppose it all worked out for the bestâ I dodged a bullet much worse than the ones that hit me before I met her, she got her riches and noble husband, and my parents were free to arrange a marriage for me with a woman of more adequate social standing. I was so convinced I was terminally unlovable that I actually went along with it.â
âYou married her?â
âNo, I just agreed to, on the condition that we meet a few times first, at least. It was the second time we met when she confided in me that she was actually a lesbian.â
âOh!â you chuckled, hoping it wasnât inappropriate to laugh a bit. Not as his misfortune, per se, or at the idea of a lesbian in general, but just the way this story seemed to get more complex at evey turn.
âYes, well, my family was more liberal but hers were not the sort who would respond well to that news⌠I considered going through with the marriage to give her an alibi, so to speak, and the both of us would quietly have affairs with womenâ ideally different womenâ to keep up appearances for our families. She and I actually got along alright, we thought maybe we could be good friends, which some husbands and wives arenât even when they marry for more genuine reasons.â
You scoffed as you nodded, âyeah, true thatâŚâ
âBut,â he shrugged, âI got cold feet, I just couldnât bring myself to resign to an entire relationship built on a lie again, so, I decided to leave it all behind and study at a German universityâ I chose history because Iâd consumed historical nonfiction voraciously throughout most of my life and it seemed like a good fit, and I suppose it was the right choice⌠because here I am.â
You took a long, deep breath, but you didnât feel that much more stabilized afterwards. âOkay, a lot to unpack with that,â you announced. âI understand why you didnât tell me about the money, with everything that happened before⌠but you lived this entire life that I knew nothing about. You already know everything about me.â
âI couldnât tell you much more than I did without burdening you with it.â
âSure, but you can appreciate that this puts me in a sort of vulnerable position,â you offered.
âRight,â he agreed. âThat was, of course, never my intention. I donât tell anyone the things Iâm telling you now, understand that. Everyone at the university thinks I came from much more humble beginnings and has no idea about my military serviceâ well, except for that one royal historian who unfortunately recognized my name, but Iâve been bribing him into silence from my first day.â
âWait, you pay him off?!â
âOh, god noâ I just grade his final term papers,â Helmut shrugged. âBut still, I got pretty comfortable with my reinvention, weeks go by without me thinking about my life before this. Especially with you⌠sometimes I thought maybe it would be better to quietly abandon it all and become the person you thought I was.â
You smiled a little; maybe you wished that you knew how to be angry with him even in times like this, but you just couldnât do it. âYouâre still the person I think you are,â you assured. âWhere you come from is not who you are, itâs just one of those things that help make you who you are. Itâs up to you to decide what you do with it⌠and I think youâve done something pretty great with it. Plenty of people who didnât need to work for a living just wouldnât.â
âI know it sounds nice, and I wonât pretend it isnât an invaluable resource, but I find it much more fulfilling to work. I really love what I do, so that helps.â
Nodding a little to yourself, you reflected on how true that really was; after all, this all began in a classroom where you were enchanted by his passion.
âI suppose the moral of the story is⌠Iâm sorry that I hid things from you,â he concluded firmly. âIâve learned that I canât protect myself from heartache and love you properly at onceâ I have to pick one. I want to choose to love you, I want to choose that every day for⌠well, forever. If youâll let me. But if the secrets are too insurmountable, I wonât judge you.â
You let out a heavy sigh. âThatâs the dilemma of love, isnât it? You have to be willing to get hurt. But the last thing I want is to hurt you, I promise. And in the end, it really doesnât matter if youâre rich or poor or a fugitive from the law or an alien from space: I love you, really.â
For the first time since he started telling you everything, he seemed to relax. âI love you too, I hope that much is obvious.â
You nodded, reaching across the table to hold his hand. âYeah, it is. Iâm still getting used to that, honestly.â
âNot that I donât mind being the first,â he tilted his head, âbut itâs a shame no one ever cherished you before, in the way that you deserve.â
âYou do seem to mind it a little bit, when you always go on about âkeeping me from my youthâ or ârestricting me when I should be freeâ or whatever,â you recalled, putting on a poor imitation of his accent when you quoted him.
âWell, I guess itâs that I never desired to be the first,â he clarified, staring you down suddenly, âbut that I intend to be the last.â
That look⌠you were already biting your lip and you didnât even notice it. âOkay,â you sighed.
âHm?â
âYou can be the last, just take me home,â you whispered, crossing your legs to hold your thighs together as your tongue ran over your teeth.
He could only bear to tear his eyes from you for a second as he called out, âThe check, please!â
wanna come over later? I canât focus enough to study
You stared down at the text youâd sent Kacey, wondering if it made you sound pathetic. You didnât want to seem like the sort of girl who made her boyfriend her whole life, and therefore had no idea what to do with herself while he was gone. And to be clear, it wasnât loneliness itself that made you so listless; of course, you missed him plenty, but your inability to get anything done or even enjoy some alone time was disrupted by that sort of numb, shocked feeling you got every time you remembered that he wanted to get married.
Even more shocking: you wanted to get married.
It didnât feel too soon, it didnât feel all that sudden, but it felt like it should feel too soon, if that makes any sense. Maybe you could try to explain it to Kacey if she ever checked her damn phone.
You groaned as you tossed the device away, knowing staring down the screen wouldnât make her answer any faster. Having already watched everything good on every streaming service ever, you figured your next step was to move on to the mediocre things on streaming, but you couldnât decide between a show about renovating tiny-houses or cooking using only leftovers.
It was hard to focus on your choices when you kept playing the moment before he left in your mind over and over.
You nestled in under his arm around your shoulders, tightening your grip around his torso until you caught a glance of his watch.
âDonât you need to leave soon? There will be traffic on the way to the airport.â
âNo, there shouldnât be, itâs only a ten minute drive.â
âWhat? Itâs at least half an hour.â
He laughed a little as he realized the misunderstanding. âDarling, Iâm not going to the airport. Iâm going to a private airport. For a private plane.â
You cleared your throat. âOh⌠right. Still getting used to the exorbitantly rich thing.â
âBut I suppose I should finish my packing, I think Iâve put off the last of it long enough,â he sighed, sitting up and tearing himself out of your arms even though you were pouting about it.
Before he left he gave you a long kiss at the door, just meant to say goodbye, but then your knees went weak and he had to hold you and it all started to lead from one thing to another very quickly.
âFuck, Helmut, your flight,â you reminded him breathlessly, holding onto his biceps as he kissed down your neck.
âTheyâll wait for me, itâs my fucking plane,â he growled, grabbing your hips hard. âI need to be inside you one more time before I go.â
Just as the best parts of the memory started to flood back, your phone rang and you jumped up instantly; the sound of 99 Luftballons, your custom ringtone for him that started as a joke but stuck for some reason, told you it was your boyfriend calling and it barely rang for a second before you answered.
âHi!â you greeted instantly. You looked at the clock on the wall and did some quick math to realize it was probably almost time for dinner there, when it was still before noon where you were.
âHello, darling,â he answered back, his voice instantly soothing you as you leaned back against the headboard of your (his) bed.
âYour accent is stronger than when you left,â you noticed.
âThis is the first time Iâve spoken English in days,â he explained. Â
âHow does it feel to be home?â
âDo you mean being in Sokovia, or talking to you?â
âBaaaabe,â you whined playfully, âyouâre gonna make me all needyâŚâ
âI just wish I was there to see the effect I was having on you,â he cooed. âItâs been a bit boring without youâ Iâm going to bring you with me next time, I assure you. Not just because I miss you so much, but so you can see the country. I want you to see my homeland and thereâs no one better to show you around than myself.â
âYou really love it, donât you?â you hummed.
âMore than almost anything,â he answered, and you knew what he was implying he loved most. âI know it has⌠struggled, it isnât considered exactly a vacation spot by many, but it means everything to me. I donât have much family left for you to meet, but Iâm sure Iâll find some people to show you off to.â
âIâd love to come with you,â you agreed, âyou know Iâd go with you anywhere, though.â
âAnd you need to try the Äevapi!â he added, and you could hear his beaming smile through the phone. âSokovian food is very different from Western dishes but I think youâll enjoy it.â
âYeah,â you agreed dreamily, laying back on the pillow as you heard him sigh from the other end.
âGod, I miss you,â he breathed, making you hum proudly.
âMiss you too,â you agreed. âIâve been thinking about you a lotâŚâ
âYeah? I bet I can guess what you were thinking about.â
âSuch as?â
âThings I canât say right now, in case someone hears me,â he chuckled. âWe may not speak English much but they still understand it.â
âWell, Iâm all alone,â you purred, âand Iâve been thinking about everything Iâm gonna do to you when you get back.â
âOh fuck, baby, donâtââ he pleaded weakly.
âI really wanna ride you,â you continued in a sultry voice you didnât even mean to put on, âeven though youâre probably too big for that, I just want you so deep in me I canât fucking breatheââ
âYouâre cruel,â he hissed, a low whisper, and you loved his helplessness.
âItâs been so lonely without you, Helmut, Iâve been fucking myself with every toy I can find but nothing fills me up like you do, god I just need your cock.â
âI shouldâve had something custom made,â he decided, still whispering but you could hear him smirk, too. âSo itâs only ever me inside you.â
âEven then, itâs not the same⌠it has to be you, the way you fuck me is just impossible to recreate, nothingâs as good as you, professor.â
He made a strained noise and you giggled happily. âHow long has it been since youâve called me that?â
âToo long,â you hummed, âI still think itâs pretty hot.â
âOh, it definitely is,â he chuckled breathlessly, âlisten, I have to return to my meeting, and youâve made it impossible to focus on boring legal things now but I need to try my best. Alright? Iâll call you tonight, if youâre still awake.â
Of course, your tonight was his tomorrow morning; you decided not to make him worry by admitting you would stay up all night to be able to talk to him. âOkay,â you sighed, âgood luck in your boring legal meeting.â
He gave one last whispered âgoodbyeâ and the line beeped as the call ended; you sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up at your ceiling blankly.
Heâd only been gone four days. How were you supposed to make it to three weeks?
When his plane landed, you were waiting for him in the car, parked on the runway; it was a much quicker process than picking someone up from a traditional airport, plus you got to run to him the second he was off the plane and it made you feel like you were in an old movie or something.
Throwing dignity to the wind, you jumped into his arms and let him spin you around, setting you down to kiss you hard as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
âI missed you so much,â he mumbled against your lips, hands gripping your waist, and youâd been trying to imagine this moment ever since he left but you couldnât have ever come close to how perfect it was.
âMissed you more,â you promised with a smile. âLetâs go home, Helmut.â
âOrâŚâ he trailed off, and you raised an eyebrow as you sank back down onto your heels and looked up at him.
âOr?â
âOr we could get back on the plane and tell them to take us wherever we want.â
âI-I have finals!â you gasped. âSo do you!â
âNot until next week,â he dismissed, âthis is just for a few days.â
âI havenât packed any of my stuff!â
âYou have your phone, everything else can be bought when we get there,â he shrugged.
âWhatâs gotten into you?!â you giggled, looking back up at him wildly and wondering how he could seem so calm.
âIâm rich and in love and a little bit impulsive, is that so bad?â he smirked. âWhere do you wanna go, draga? Rome? Sydney? Jakarta? Nairobi?â
â...Luxembourg,â you blurted out. Â
He chuckled a little, eyes sparkling. âWhy there?â
âFirst place I thought of. Is that a good enough reason to want to go someplace?â
âIt is to me,â he grinned. âYou get on the plane and get comfortable, Iâll tell the pilot where weâre going.â
âOkay,â you laughed. âThis is crazy, you know.â
âI know,â he nodded, taking your hand and guiding you up the stairs back onto the jet.
It wasnât like youâd never experienced the concept of travel before, but it was still blowing your mind that youâd woken up in your (his) bed this morning and now, in the same day, you were spending your evening in box seats at the Luxembourg National Opera. He picked out the gown you were wearing (only fair since he was picking up the tab) and at first you had worried you couldnât pull it off, but the way he kept glancing over at you made you confident you looked just fine.
âYouâre not watching the performance,â you whispered to him, leaning closer to his shoulder.
âYou donât really need to see an opera, do you?â he frowned. âCanât I just look at you?â
âThese tickets cost an arm and a leg, you can look at me for free!â you hissed, but you softened a bit when his hand moved to rest on yours and he kissed your temple softly.
The two of you stayed that way for the rest of the performance, leaning on each other and holding hands. Even when you'd been together this long, you still felt butterflies when he interlaced his fingers with yours.
When the show was over and the lights came up to a wave of applause, he looked at you with bright eyes and took your hand.
"Let's walk to the hotel, yes?" he suggested. "Explore the proper way instead of a cab."
"I can't walk that far in these shoes," you frowned.
"I'll carry them for you!"
"I can't walk that far barefoot," you laughed.
"Then I'll carry you," he offered, extending his hand for you to take.
And that was how you ended up being carried piggyback through the streets of Luxembourg, across cobblestone that reflected the soft yellow glow of the street lamps and sconces, in the most expensive dress you'd ever worn.
Life is crazy like that, sometimes.
"You know, this place is a bit like Sokovia," he decided, "but with a better GDP and fewer churches."
"As I understand it, most of the world has a better GDP and fewer churches than Sokovia," you quipped.
"Hey!" he yelped in defense. "Just because it's completely true doesn't mean you have any right to say it!"
You laughed, holding onto his neck tighter but trying your best not to inadvertently choke him.
"Typical of a Westerner to have something snarky to say while standing on the backs of hard-working Sokovians," he scoffed, "or, in this case, riding on the back of one hard-working Sokovian."
"Hard-working? What exactly does a Baron do for work?" you interrogated.
"Uh, carry spoiled girlfriends around tiny European countries, for one," he enumerated, "and when we're not casually becoming distinguished professors in America, we have to manage the various projects of the estate⌠the Zemo familyâ which is just me, at this pointâ runs eleven orphanages. I visit those sometimes and make sure they have everything they need."
"Okay, I don't know that I'd call that hard work, but it's very important so you get a pass," you decided.
"This is us," he announced he stopped walking.
"What's us?" you asked, looking around.
"This building, this is where we're staying," he explained as he set you down and made sure you were balancing right on your heels.
You let your jaw drop as you looked up at the building, admiring the carved stone face with its intricate detail, designs that evoked a certain prestige that just couldn't be found on American buildings.
"Wow," you nodded, "you really don't skimp on your last-minute random vacations, huh?"
"Not if I can avoid it," he shrugged, leading you inside.
For an exterior so gothic, the hotelâs lobby was modern and clean, though certainly not lacking in extravagant touches; you were a bit too tired to properly appreciate that, though, leaning up against his shoulder as he conversed with the front desk clerk in German in order to finish the check-in process.
The hotel had one of those elevators with mirrors on the walls, and a more energetic version of yourself might have noticed the fooling-around potential of the space, but instead you just let your eyes fall shut until you reached the correct floor. Being an incredibly fancy place, the rooms had actual keys and not just RFID keycardsâ you thought Helmut looked quite regal in his opera tux, unlocking a mahogany door with a golden key. Hard to imagine him in a windowless office and a messenger bag on his shoulder now, but you could remember falling for him in that state just the same.
He let you in firstâ a true gentleman, of courseâ and the moment the door to the room shut behind him, you groaned and flopped down onto the bed unceremoniously. He, meanwhile, undid his bowtie and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt before he laid down on his side by you, running his fingers over your back left exposed by the dress for a few moments before he pulled away.
âDarling?â he called to you softly, but you were too lazy to lift your head from where they were buried in the pillows.
âMhmm?â you answered back, muffled.
âIâŚâ he began, sighing before he started over. âWell, nevermind.â
âWhat is it?â you pressed, turning your head over to see himâ but then you saw his face, and the conflicted look it wore, and you sat up to lay closer to him. âWhatâs wrong?â you asked gently, watched the way his hair fell into his face when he combed his fingers through it and glanced away from you.
âDraga, I must admit that I lied to you before about why I was returning home,â he spoke, and you were confused but said nothing. You wouldâve worried if it werenât for the look on his faceâ calm, yet with something brewing in his gaze that you couldnât quite describe. But you trusted him. When your brain would normally fill the silence with a thousand awful ideas of his real reason for his visit to Novi Grad, it was suddenly quiet. âIt wasnât just for management of the estate⌠I had to retrieve something.â
He reached into his coat pocket, fishing out a small velvety box with red and gold along the edges. Your heart either stopped, or beat harder than it ever had before; at a certain point the difference was irrelevant. Â
âI know I should wait longer, for the perfect time, or even just any other time than when youâre not jet-lagged and Iâm not so nervous I canât even think, butâŚâ
A sudden sigh fell from your lips when he opened the box and showed you the ornate ring insideâ you couldnât tell if it was aquamarine or blue diamonds but they shined brilliantly nonetheless.
âMy mother wore this ring from the day my father gave it to her until the day she died,â he explained. âI would like for you to wear it.â
Too stunned to do much else, you looked up at him blankly.
âI want you to be my wife,â he clarified, like he thought you didnât understand what he was asking, and finally you snapped back to reality (as overwhelming as that reality was). You smiled, even nearly laughing, as you leaned in to almost press your lips to hisâ but when he leaned closer you kept him at bay with a hand on his collar.
âSay it again,â you requested coyly.
âYouâre going to make me propose twice?â he realized, and you nodded as you bit your lip. âIâll say it a thousand times, draga: be my wife.â
âTwo down, 998 to go,â you grinned, laughing when he growled and pulled you closer to bury his face in your neck. You definitely noticed the longer beard when it tickled your skin with every kiss to your pulse.
âBe my wife, be my wife, my wife,â he cooed, casually starting to slip the ring on your finger before you dodged him.
âNo no no, you havenât said it a thousand times yet,â you chided him, âand I havenât said âyesâ yet.â
âOh, darling, donât dare me to make you say âyesâ as if I donât make you scream it out every night.â
And thatâs exactly what he did: make you say yes a thousand times to a thousand proposals, pinning you down and showering you in love relentlessly. For once you just accepted it; for once he didnât feel guilty. Â
In a certain sense it was sort of hasty, half-dressed and unexpected with him fumbling to hold your dress out of the way while you clung to his shirt and kissed him hungrily: but still, it was nothing less than sensual, due in part to every beautiful thing he whispered to you until you were too far gone to understand them. He still kept going after that, even, just to feel the weight of his words on his tongue. Just to promise himself to you whether you could hear him or not.
Who could say how far into the night it went? That was the magical thing about it allâ neither of you cared, neither of you worried or even thought twice about what time it was or if the sun would rise soon or if it would never rise at all and this was actually the beginning of the apocalypse. It didnât make a difference; because whether the world ended now or in a decade or in a billion years, you would be together for the rest of your lives.
We were young and in love and I knew nothing could stop us, you remembered something he said. He said it like it was ridiculous, just a frivolous dream; and in retrospect, he may have been right about that specific situation, but now you understood why he had felt that wayâ you too felt that euphoric glow of knowing you were on the edge of something amazing. Maybe not something perfect, but something that would work out for the best in the end.
When he was finally satisfied with how many times he had satisfied you and you fell asleep on his chest, he took the opportunity to slip the ring on your finger, admiring how beautiful your hand looked wearing it before he kissed the top of your head.
âFits perfectly,â he whispered to you in spite of your unconsciousness. âWeâll be so happy, draga⌠I promise.â
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May I request a Levi x Reader angst fic? Just barely any fluff, mostly angst going on lol. The reader is a traitor, formaly working for Marley, but betraying them in secret and putting their loyalty on Paradis. The reader is also a shifter and married to Levi for a couple of years. That love and care however is gone once readers identity is found. He truly despises them, insults them, maybe a bit violent with them, and outright tells them that they mean nothing to him anymore and hate them to bits. Readers punishment is to hand over her titan to Erwin, and they agree instantly, broken over everything, believing its all their fault. Once Erwin inherits Readers titan, he breaks down and screams, crying, because Reader was innocent the whole time. They never betrayed Paradis. Never killed anyone, never harmed anyone. They finaly know why they betrayed Marley, the abuse being to much for them, enough to just leave them behind for Paradis. Just... loving and caring as they all saw them. But now the damage is done. They wont come back, they're dead, believing that they died, hated and despised, with no one to mourn their death. Everyone regrets everything.
author note :: i was thinking of leaving this in my drafts but i already wrote it and may as well post it. it didnât end up going the way i hoped but yeah i hope itâs ok anon. anyways ANGST. ANGST, ANGST. as always i love feed back :-) âš all of the headings with the years are just meant to mean itâs a different moment from that year so those moments donât happen right after each other i hope that makes sense!! word count :: 7.2k warnings :: canon typical violence, death
845, i.
Everything is falling in place when it shouldn't.
Sun never makes itself known in Liberio yet here it is shining down onto the bustling streets. You half expect for it to crash down and burn into the hundreds of civilians going about their daily business yet nothing of the sort happens. It's typical sunlight and you curse yourself silently for your sinister thoughts.
Secretly the voice at the back of your mind still whispers frantically but you don't wish to hear what it has to say. Instead you choose to drown it out with the sound of Zeke's voice. Finally deciding to pay attention to what it is he's been droning on about for the past ten minutes.
"Soon, soon, soon." He sighs dreamily looking a little delirious.
"Soon?"
Your question catches him off guard, he lightly shoves you with his elbow scoffing in annoyance.
"Did you sit here to not even listen to me?" He turns to take a sip of whisky and the hearty gulp he chugs shows his mild irritation. You assume he's been rambling on about Marley's plan to infiltrate Paradis. You have to admit that the idea of destroying those demons from the inside is amazingly well thought out. However it's all he's been able to discuss for the entire week now and frankly you're getting a little exhausted of it.
"I zoned out..." Quietly placing your glass back down onto the wooden counter you sigh closing your eyes. It's too early to be drinking and you don't trust Zeke enough to slip into ignorance and leave yourself vulnerable. Men are to not be trusted, especially Eldian men. The thought of Eldians triggers your flight of fight response, you want to shrivel up into a cocoon and never come out until the world is rid of the monsters. The lowest of the low, the dirt in between the crevices of Marleyan soldier's boots. That is what Eldian's are.
It's ironic coming from you, your entire family labelled as undesirable Eldians yourself but you, you know you're different. An honorary Marleyan is what you will become. What you are. The treacherous imps who are but an ocean away are the true evil.
Eyes flicking to Zeke he's lighting a cigar. Old habits die hard and he's yet to quit this self destructive custom of his. You couldn't care less if he chooses to cut his lifespan short by ten years, it's his own choice to make. A disgusting cowardly choice but it's a choice fit for an untamed man like him.
The Island Devils are said to be the bad apples but you can't help but stare at your fellow citizens from time to time and wonder what it is they could be hiding. If a demon slipped through the cracks you wouldn't be surprised. Sly in nature, persuasive in tone, that is how devils go about their daily lives alone The hymns they drilled into you all the way through elementary school echo and rebound in your mind.
Locking your bitter thoughts away you have to push yourself to not punt Zeke in the mouth when he teasingly blows a puff of hot smoke into your face.
Fingertips grazing with his he freezes at the sudden contact giving you the perfect opportunity to slip his cigar away and take it in between your lips. You allow for it to linger there but you aren't foolish enough to inhale its contents.
"Zeke, my dear friend. We shall soon be met with the fruits of our own labour but I assure you that discussing Marley's plan constantly will be of no benefit for you nor I."
The day you and Zeke had met had been at warrior training camp. Zeke was a miserable, unmotivated oaf. Always tripping and falling behind the rest of the warrior cadets. You felt rather bad for him, if you were born as unskilled as him you don't know what you would have made of yourself. Zeke, the only child of his parents ironically only ever ended up rising through the ranks after handing them over to the Marleyan government. His father and mother had been conspiring an escape plan but were executed immediately alongside their fellow team members once Zeke had outted them. Unexpectedly he was spared, the fact he turned on his own parents showed where his loyalties were. To his surprise, he was even allowed to continue his training with the other warriors - only this time everyone kept an increased distance away from him. The warriors weren't informed of what he had actually done but everyone had a gut feeling. Everyone apart from you stuck with that feeling. You thought strategically, If he were to become an enemy in the future you knew being close would come at your advantage.
The day you and Zeke had met your mother died, his mother passed away the same day. At least that's what he had told you.
The two of you bonded over the little things, told each other stories about your life at home. Reminisced about what it was you missed.
Then it all came crashing down the day Zeke confessed. The day he told you he killed his mother and father by handing them over to Marley. Your knees buckled underneath you, crashing the floor he tried to grab at you but you thrashed around in retaliation kicking and screaming not understanding why he did what he did. Yes, they were traitors but they were his parents and if the monster had the nerve to turn on the people who gave birth to him who's to say he wouldn't do the same to you or to Marley.
Zeke doesn't know it but ever since then you take the opportunity to sneak the occasional glance at him. Every single time you narrow your eyes in malice. If there's a man in Liberio who you don't trust in the slightest it's him, he must think the feud between the two of you from childhood has been put at rest but it hasn't.
Zeke takes another swig of his alcohol. On this occasion he downs it entirely slamming the glass down with vigour.
"ONE MORE GLASS BARTENDER!"
846, i.
Another day of extensive training is about to end, your back is layered in uncomfortable layers of sweat and the same can be said for your forehead. Kneeling down in the under layer of the forest you're hidden waiting to strike. Going up against the elites is nerve-wracking but you're sure you can pull it off so long as you stay calm during this game of hunters against prey.
It's simple enough if you can conceal yourself and stay out of sight. The robust trees that surround you act as decent enough camouflage and your green cape paired with them lets you veil yourself, keeping you further into the foreground, blending into the environment.
No one will be able to catch you if they can't see you.
All of a sudden your previous thoughts are thrown away when you sense something in the atmosphere has changed, the hissing of the wind behind you isn't natural.
Turning to your side you don't bother to cover up the sound of leaves rustling and branches cracking, your priority is slipping away fast enough to hide again, a tug can be felt at your cloak and your reaction time barely covers for you, your gear fastens itself to a low enough tree branch and the descent is mind numbing. Your breakfast churns in your stomach but you ignore the uneasy feeling, leaping and diving wherever you find a small enough gap. You believe you can outrun your huntsman.
That is until you sneak a glance back and your muscles nearly tense up in pure astonishment, you've been kicked in the teeth just by the man's presence. Captain, Levi slinks behind you weaving through the gaps with increasing speed, he's gaining momentum and all the while his face stays relaxed, this isn't even his full effort.
Terrified you dart upwards and then left, a corner comes into view - Levi should assume you've turned into it and so you rashly choose to dart back down. Much to your hard luck you find that his senses are well adapted, the direction of the wind is enough for him to trace your whereabouts.
The pursuit resumes, and he stays disturbingly relentless.
Arm shooting to the right you think perhaps making it look like you're aiming to fly somewhere else again will completely catch him off guard, he can't expect for you to pull the same trick twice.
Setting your plan into motion your finger pulls at the trigger but you startle when the cable doesn't come out, it's jammed. Panic seeps into you and to make matters worse your gas is running out.
Without warning you're thrust into the body of a nearby tree, the bark scrapes against you and scratches begin to form anywhere you've made contact with the jagged surface, you want to admit defeat but the warrior inside of you denies Levi the pleasure of seeing you beg. In its place you deliver a harsh kick to his thigh, you're aware he's injured it and you're certain there are no rules to say you can't play dirty. Your boots hammer against leg hard enough for him to give out and let go of your body, but then you realize you lost this game from the very moment your grapple hooks broke, you have nowhere to hold onto.
Before you can even let out a shriek of horror Levi's shot back to you, he frantically accelerates and by a miracle humanity's strongest is able to grab a hold of you again. This time you don't dig your heels into his leg and you allow for him to clutch you by the torso.
Within a minute the two of you descend towards the forest floor and Levi throws you into the dirt furiously.
"You could have died. Being foolhardy will only lead to an early death." He barks as he directs his blade towards your neck.
"Am I dead yet?" Whispering back your gaze isn't trained on the blade but right up at him.
His nostrils flare up, his hair sticks to his forehead haphazardly and the knuckles that hold his pointed blades are white in tangled dissatisfaction.
Grabbing you by the hips he flings you over his shoulder choosing to not continue with the confrontation.
"I know what you're up to." His voice is still rugged from the pursuit and it takes you a split second to register what he's said.
Your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat, no way, there's no way in hell he knows. He's sharp but he's not a mind reader.
Your position means he can't read your face seeing as you're facing his back, instantly steeling your features you let out a breathy laugh.
"And what may that be?" Silently you pray he's worded himself ambiguously to catch a slip up.
"Being gutsy, you think that makes you a good soldier. It doesn't."
Relief floods you. He doesn't know.
"Soldiers need to be brave." Your retort makes him grumble.
"If  you die with no meaning by being reckless what's the purpose of being a soldier?" His question has you stopping and thinking on what the correct answer is.
Unable to think of an answer you ask another question.
"Are you saying your previous comrades died without meaning?"
"No. Their deaths fueled me slay more titans."
"So if I died back there who wou-" He swiftly cuts you off showing no inclination of wanting to hear what it is you have to say.
"I'll cut your tongue off if it's stupid." He clearly isn't serious about the threat but he does mean it when he warns you to not overstep.
Despite the consequences you say what's on your mind. "I just wanted to ask who would give my life meaning if I ever died. I don't have siblings and my parents died long ago."
Silence follows and the crunch of his boots against the muddy leaves tells you he probably doesn't wish to answer your question.
"Sorry-"
"I would. I would give meaning to your life." He says it with such ease you almost want to admire the enemy but you know he's said it because he feels he has to.
"You barely know me but I hope one day you can stop thinking everyone has to rely on you." You say it with taunting understanding.
Another bout of silence follows. Only this time the two of you feel warmly comforted, he doesn't understand how you've seen through his facade but it's easy for you to spot another liar.
846, ii.
Brows drawn back you observe your surroundings attempting to mask your scrutiny. The place is running amok with uncontrollable Eldian folk. The stench of unadulterated sin makes itself known but you seem to be the only person able to smell it. Eren bumps against the table you're sat at and your face twitches a little but you say nothing. You're yet to get used to these people's lack of manners.
At least that's how you force yourself to think. To be truthful, you don't quite understand what it is these people have done wrong. Ever since you've arrived you've been nitpicking at every single minor inconvenience or possible issue. A girl stole a potato and broke it into uneven pieces to share and you attempted to twist the story in your head to make her look like an unfair, greedy voracious demon but... you found yourself finding very little to actually be angry at. These people are essentially normal in every way of the word, they aren't demons and you can't help but feel yourself slip away from everything you once knew as reality. You're finding it difficult to believe what years of Marleyan education taught you, the hymns that were once drilled into your brain permanently are but a vague memory.
You feel disgustingly under-dressed and out of place, you don't belong here not when you're meant to hate these people, not when you're meant to despise them. You should be fighting the urge to shove their heads onto pitchforks or to skin them alive and feed them to pigs. Everyone back in Marley told you to control your impulses but now you're here and you've settled down even having the opportunity to converse with these individuals, share their pain, share their loss, share their suffering, you wonder why you have no impulses to control. Have they brainwashed you? Or is it that you're the real demon in this situation?
Fingers mingling with each other on your lap you sit hopelessly alone. Interacting with the so called enemy is much harder than you expect. Worry consistently bubbles in the pit of your stomach and every night is spent tossing and turning evaluating then reevaluating who the bad guy really is. At first the task of daily interaction isn't a big deal, you find it easy enough to approach members of the team and fake interest in their lives until the original plan falls through. You do become invested in your team members lives and stories that it comes to the point where you don't have to force yourself to smile at their jokes or to sympathize with their tales of grief. You become one of them and you swear you're meant to feel like a traitor but eerily you feel like you belong.
Nevertheless you try your best to stick with what you know. You're nothing like Zeke, you're loyal, capable, faithful and trustworthy. Never will you turn your back on Marley.
Rising to excuse yourself from dinner you think you've just about made it and escaped finally able to hide away in the confines of your bedroom but your lips form into a straight uncomfortable line at the feeling of someone's hand latching at your wrist. You're halfway down the hallway just a few more steps away from your bedroom. You hope it's one of the rookies.
"Oi, come here."
Head shooting backwards your eyes land on Levi, his dark curtains fall in front of his eyes - you note that he hasn't trimmed them as he usually does. Despite his size his grip is firm and your wrist squirms around a little trying to manoeuvre out of his bruising grasp. He seems to notice he's underestimated his strength once again and loosens his hold on you. Narrowed eyes analyse your anxious form, they're grey and in this lighting almost glow appearing silver. For a brief second your mouth is left ajar by the delicate but rough manner of his face.
"Everything Okay?" He doesn't typically seem to care very much about anyone, the question activates your senses and you're on full alert but the eye contact you make with him seconds later slows down the gears in your mind, they only whir and hum in anticipation completely coming to a halt.
"Yes, yes everything is okay." You're playing around with the hem of your shirt and you silently question when you were ever this nervous around anyone. You're a Marleyan soldier for heaven's sake not an unrestrained, unsupervised child left to play in a park.
Despite your clear inability to cushion and shield yourself from your Levi's stabbing gaze you attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible.
"I'll be going I just feel a little â" At first you had thought to fake you were ill but at the feeling of a sudden strike of pain you hold onto your stomach, the ache burns into your abdomen and without permission it travels higher up towards your ribs. "A little unwell." You manage to wheeze out. Hand placed onto a nearby cement wall your thought process is hasty speeding up by the second. Have they figured you out and had you poisoned? No, you barely ate anything today.
You hunch over feeling the bile crawl up your throat, on reflex you clamp your eyes shut not wishing to anger a superior by acting insolent and disposing of your dinner in the hallway. Shaky palms reach hesitantly for your lips and you force yourself to keep it in. Levi would commit a murder if you heaved and gagged letting it all out in front of him.
You motion towards the door trying to emphasize that you can handle yourself in the privacy of your room. Tears bite at the sides of your eyes and your vision is so blurred you can only make out the faint outline of the man who was just in front of you.
"Relax. I'll clean it." Your hair is brushed away from your face securely held back and you can't hold it in any longer, the acrid storm surges through your throat, you retch at the harsh sting it leaves behind. Breathing heavy, perturbed and anxious you gasp in all the air you can get.
"I knew you looked ill." His hands hold your jaw gently, the pads of his fingers are calloused but his touch remains soft. A tissue dabs at your mouth wiping away the excess untouched sick.
Just like the sick which surged through you less than a minute ago you feel something else entirely tear into you. You can't put a finger on it but it's dangerous for you to not feel contempt.
847, i.
Your heart accepts what your mind has been ignoring for months on end when Levi looks you square in the eyes after a heart wrenching expedition. The vacant look on his face is enough for the guilt to consume you whole but he doesn't know that. He doesn't know of your sins.
The wagon of corpses reeks of death and desperation. It's rotten and the smell is sickening. Forcibly you  stop yourself from feeling any more grief. The despair isn't yours to go through.
Your first ever personal loss outside of the walls and you've learnt Paradis is not home to demons. Cheeks burning in mortification you can't formulate any thoughts on your own accord, instead they continuously emerge in bursts and finally a single thought sticks out from the rest - Are you aiding in the destruction of innocent human life?
The both of you are sat on guard duty with the corpses, half of the team has been wiped out in one sweep. Your trembling hands don't seem to want to steady any time soon and you sit there with your guilty conscience strangling you slowly, your airflow is getting shallower. Shorter, quicker breaths leave you. The imaginary gash in your chest is bottomless, and your lungs push and pull in a power struggle.
Levi's coarse hands abruptly hold onto yours and the floodgates open again, he doesn't know what you've done to him, done to his soldiers, done to his people. If he knew who you really were, would things be different?
"This was out of your control."
Do you tell him?
The question sits in your mind for a while until you shake your head. He takes it the wrong way and think you're responding to him.
"This was not your fault." For the first time in months you've heard his voice crack under pressure.
"Pe- Petra she- I could have taken one for the team and died instead of her." All that remains of your dear friend is her blood soaked cloak. Her body was one of the few that had to be hauled away earlier to decrease the carriage's load.
The fabric still smells of Petra, smells of honey and chamomile and the simple soap offered at the base, but it still smells of her.
Firm hands grab your shoulders and Levi's fingers dig sorely into your flesh.
"Don't."
"But I- I didn't contribute as much as her and she has family who are alive." Hiccuping you try to bare with the fact that you'll wake up tomorrow and not see her preparing breakfast for everyone else. You know you could have propelled her out of the way just in time if you hadn't been so taken aback by the entire situation.
"You were her comrade. She made the choice to die for you."
You want to reach out, sob into his chest and yell that you regret it all, scream and tell him about the secret you've been hiding. A sorry excuse of a comrade you are to let her die on the battlefield not knowing your true identity. The tears roll down your cheeks and Levi feels his heart constrict and squeeze as he comprehends the lack of regard you have for your life. "It should have been me." Is repeated over and over again, your eyes are raw and bloodshot, the vicious wind sinks its teeth into you.
"Then die."
"If you're willing for her life to have no meaning. Die." The words he spits out are as cutting as the bitter wind. He feels cheated and you're finally able to come to your senses.
He's faired much worse but you doubt he's ever acted out the way you have in front of another person. In this never-ending void of darkness locking away the dull ache caused by deafening loss is the best choice for everyone.
Much like the night you had been sick he takes a grip of your jaw and directs your face towards his, this time he's not as gentle as before but you conclude that it's because he's drained, completely exhausted from the battle. The eyes are the windows to the soul but Levi's window panes are shattered, completely crushed by the weight of the constant burden he has to carry.
"I'm sorry." You croak out the apology. He grits his teeth because he doesn't want you to apologize but he doesn't voice out his opinion. As a substitute he presses his arms against you, the terribly raw panic is murdering you. Levi's gruff voice is a mixture of faux irritation but mutual understanding.
"Cry." He allows for your head to loll against his shoulder.
As the dark envelopes both you and him the scent of the dead only becomes more and more pungent, recalling fond memories of Petra and the others you know your heart settles on a decision before your mind does. You're a two timing back stabbing traitor for this. What you hated Zeke for you have become yourself.
Disloyal, unfaithful and fickle.
That day you place your loyalties with Paradis.
847, ii.
Levi's wiping down one of the kitchen tables, you're kneeled on the floor scrubbing vigorously. The others have already given up, panting they've left using the excuse of fetching water from a nearby well. Your back aches but you find cleaning reassuring and somewhat of a decent distraction.
"Why do you like to clean?" You're used to Levi asking you abrupt questions by now, after all the two of you have been acquainted for well over a year now. Through that year he's learnt about you and you about him. When in the midst of what looks to be humanity's final year's, twelve simple months is enough to form a bond worth a decade.
"I'm not good at a lot but I am good at cleaning."
"You know that's not true idiot." The tone of his voice indicates that your answer doesn't please him.
"But I do think I'm good at cleaning? Maybe not as good as you but I am half decent."
"Not that. You're good at much more than half the people I've ever met." He sneers, his footsteps edge towards you. "Purely being a good person is a talent these days."
You suppress a flinch because you aren't a good person at all. Neither are you that middle ground between good and bad. Rough around the edges and uneven, you're shards of glass ready to slash and hack away at him if Marley somehow lures you back.
The confession, if you could even call it that catches you by surprise and anger fills you. You almost want for him to not trust you and call out your bluff. It's a little unnatural how badly you want for him to realize the truth.
Your head turns up to stare at the man who's a few steps away from you. "Or am I just good at acting genuine?"
You don't even mean to snap at him and you don't even realize you have until you see his eyes widen and mouth part in imperceptible surprise. Biting your tongue your attention is diverted back to the wooden floor. Driving your washcloth into the crevices and dips of the floorboards you ignore Levi's leather shoes which now stand right in front of you.
"Are you questioning my judgement of character?"
Be born in Marley, That's what you had done, trained to destroy people you thought to be devilish entities, foolishly chose to grow attached to the so called enemy. Your mind lingers onto a specific thought and you're deathly afraid to be thinking it in the first place but there's no more avoiding it.
Falling deeply in love with Levi is your worst mistake to date.
"What I did. It was out of my control." you reply, voice hard.
"Not disclosing what it was?" He asks.
Your silence is his answer. Kneeling down to where you are he disarms you, the washcloth is taken out of your hands and he places it onto a table.
"You are a good person." His voice is brusque and he states it like it's a fact, something you should know. Hot tears threaten to spill over, he's stupidly naive for not rethinking that opinion of his. Lips thinned and eyes watering you don't know how to feel.
"Levi. I'm sure you'd like to think that but I am not."
"You love the members of the corps unconditionally I can see it in the way you look at them."
"Sometimes you look a little sad when you stare." The last sentence he adds in has your pulse racing. He's right, you often feel miserable thinking about how everyone would react knowing who you really are.
"I'm not interested in bad people." He sounds distant saying such warm words and it takes a moment for them to actually sink in. You don't quite believe you've heard him correctly. The dread sinks to the bottom of your stomach and the feelings you've buried at the back of your mind hit you like a tsunami. The thought of him feeling the same way for you, is agonizing.
"Stop being ridiculous." The uncertainty is killing the both of you.
"Loving you is not ridiculous, if you don't feel the same way you can say that and I'll step away. We'll be back to normal."
"No, no, no. You don't get it. You're just saying that." Your voice quivers and the intensity of this new revelation is too large for you to cope with.
"Why would, you," He begins, voice just above a whisper, "ever think that way?"
"Why would you even look twice at me?" You reply.
"Because I worry for you."
"You worry for everyone."
"I worry for you the most."
Instead of letting you respond to him this time he carries on speaking.
"We both know we feel the same."
You already knew you were in love with Levi, you didnât need for him to tell you. You knew you were in love when you tried to memorize his facial features, you knew you were in love when his laughter was the cause of your laughter, you knew you were in love when you threw yourself in front of that abnormal for him.
That's when you begin to understand what all his signals meant. You now knew why he'd let you stare so intently, you now knew why he laughed particularly hard when it was you who had made a joke, you now knew why he scolded you and nearly broke down at the sight of your injured arm after that specific expedition.
You know it. He knows it. You both know what this will lead to.
But you still lunge onto his lap, you still press your wobbly lips against his. You still choose to surrender yourself to him and he still reacts by taking a hold of your shaky hands which lay on his chest. He envelopes them in his warm grasp. Slowly but gradually the ice thaws and dissolves. Heartbreak, anguish and suffering when one of you loses the other will be the end of your romance, you're sure of it. Hell, the both of you are in the middle of a war but your heart flames up thinking of all of the possibilities.
Perhaps it'll play out the one way you wish for it not to.
Could your ending be in betrayal?
848, i.
"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded hus-"
"Cut the crap and kiss me." Levi's crude interruption isn't appreciated by Erwin but everyone knows Levi doesn't care all that much for formalities and hates being in the spotlight for too long.
Gripping him by the collar of his suit your lips are a centimetre away, he stops you tightening the hold he has on your waist. His lips gently press against your collarbone and his breath meanders towards the shell of your ear.
"Swear you won't die on me."
Gulping you look away apprehensively. You know you can't promise that.
âOi, Iâm expecting an answer.â His voice flickers slightly.
Forefinger holding your chin up you see your soon to be husband close to tears, he valiantly blinks them away. Levi has never been one to make his pain public and your heart twists in your chest as you realize just how much of a hold his feelings for you have over him.
"I can't promise that, you know it'll only hurt more." The strange bitter taste in your mouth won't let you comply with his request and by measuring his reaction you see his eyes cloud in an unidentifiable emotion, you're sure it's nothing positive.
"We may not have a happy ending Levi but we'll always have a happy middle."
Levi scoffs in derision, he has to think your attempt at being meaningful is ridiculous.
You lean into him and it's all so heart-wrenchingly familiar yet foreign. His body sags comprehending that not everything will go the way he wants it to. One of you is guaranteed to leave first.
Hands finding purchase in the cloth of his white dress shirt Levi doesn't cringe at you creasing the fabric as he usually does. He allows for you to call the shots this time, your lips brush faintly against his before you nosedive into him. No resistance is felt and he replies almost immediately. Everyone applauds as his fingertips press into the back of your skull and you find that this is all incredibly hideous. The innate disloyalty you feel, you throwing your entire life away for this man but you find yourself not caring. To hell with that miserable life crammed with sin.
Levi smiles against your mouth, you assume you're meant to magically smile back but you can't make yourself. It's uncomfortable relishing in the undeserved happiness knowing it won't last forever.
The world you live in isn't ideal nor is it forgiving.
Momentary joy is all an antagonist can hope for.
849, i.
Jean canât take his eyes off the newly weds.
Youâre cooing into your Leviâs ear gently, his cheeks flush scarlet at the feeling of your hot breath against his skin and he scolds you for having the gall to rile him up in public.
Jean sniggers finding some sort of odd delight from the interaction - heâs never seen the Captain this content and at ease.
849, ii.
You don't know why you've dragged yourself out of bed just to stare at your husband's face but you have, despite the toll life has had on him he seems sound for once. His breathing peaceful yours is anything but that. When it's dark the weight becomes heavier, your skin tingles and your throat burns aching for release.
Eyes blurring your hands shake reaching out for him but you can't find the courage to make contact. Nothing will ever warrant plaguing him even more with your existence.
The memories become increasingly bitter.
"If we make it out of this alive we'll have children and they'll look just like you."
"I want them to look like you." had been your reply.
Levi winced not seeming to like the idea.
"No, I want them to look like you. You're beautiful."
How wrong he was for thinking that.
You, beautiful? He'd stab himself ten times over if he knew just who exactly he had said those words to.
850, i.
Zeke had betrayed you after finding out who you were to Levi but you half expected that he would tell him the truth at some point regardless of that fact.
Tear stains travel through the mud and grime on your face, Levi's eyes are indifferent as he twists his wedding ring off his finger flinging it into the surrounding rubble.
Without your permission he yanks your arm forwards intending to take your matching ring away but you hold on digging your heels into the dirt beneath you.
"You disgusting bitch. Give me it."
You scream, high and awful, he continues jerking at your arm the muscle throbs crying out for him to stop but he doesn't and no one steps in to put a halt to any of it. Levi having had enough grabs at your neck ruthlessly. In any other circumstance he'd be labelled callous or cruel but everyone on the battle field shares a similar empathy for their Captain. Neither they or Levi had expected your disloyalty.
"I said give me the ring if you know what's good for you." His fingers slide around your neck, his seemingly low words cling onto the little respect he has left for you.
"No." Your defiance has his eyes hardening in and posture tensing. "I'm not handing it over."
Levi says nothing, he only holds onto your throat tighter, if he really keeps at  it your windpipe will be crushed in no time. You know he's holding out on purpose, he's still giving you a chance. He expects for you to stand your ground, say you never deceived Paradis, say something, anything to make him let go of you. Â
"Marrying you... It just happened somehow. I know it was selfish of me." He squeezes harder. "I know it was. I'm sorry Levi." Gasping and breathless you clench and unclench your fists finding it too difficult to explain.
Your mouth opens, you want to tell him you haven't seduced him like he thinks you have, tell him you dropped that plan of yours long ago but then you falter at the last second. Â It's typically hard to tell when Erwin's infuriated but it's painfully obvious when you make eye contact with him over Levi's trembling shoulders. It's enough to tell you to give up. Enough to tell you that you're beyond redemption, you've ran and hid long enough.
"Hand over your titan." Levi says nothing to Erwin's proposition, the hold he has on your neck loosens but his silence is sickening. It means he agrees.
This is fate's idea of a cruel joke.
But you agree, on the basis of one condition.
"Fine but-"
Levi cuts in, all regard for you devoid from his system.
"You're in no place to be making demands." He snarls, his patience quickly running thin.
However Erwin urges you to continue speaking taking you aback.
"If it's not too much maybe we can accommodate your final wish." Erwin had always been thoughtful in nature and you thank him for even bothering to show you a sliver of benevolence.
Everyone's looking, all eyes are on you. Some are blinking away tears, others are disgusted unable to stare at you for more than a few seconds at a time. Levi falls into the latter.
Brazen with not an ounce of shame you mention the ring again. "Let me keep it." Your left hand covers your right and underneath the flesh is the last symbol left of your union with Levi.
Whispers and murmurs orbit you, none of them are kind and Levi loses it.
His reflexes are paralyzing, he's back at it clawing your neck mercilessly but you don't scream or shriek as you did previously. You take it, you let him unload his frustration.
"Levi. Let it go for the sake of humanity." Erwin says pointedly. Irritation pricks him, he wants this over and done with and your rebelliousness doesn't look as if it'll be tamed any time soon unless you're given what you want.
Levi's face is crimson, the fresh blood from the expedition still steaming. "Y/N, I'll saw your arm off if I have to." But, you know he's already given into Erwin's orders when he throws you to the ground letting you crash and wheeze for breath.
850, ii.
Levi's been appointed to guard you for your final night alive. The room feels wistful as you think back wondering if the life you lived was respectable.
"Why did you stare at me when I slept? Did you think of killing me?" Half commanding and half pleading his voice cracks. He coughs attempting to cover it up.
You jolt not expecting the interaction at all and you're not the slightest bit surprised that he had seen you all those nights staring so deeply. He'd always been a light sleeper. You turn your head up hoping he's looking at you.
He isn't.
"I wanted our children to look like you. I think you're beautiful."
It's now his turn to recoil, only he does so in repulsion remembering the familiarity of those words. They had left his own lips not too long ago.
"I'd never have children with the likes of you." He sounds tense then.
You understand. No one would want to have children with someone as hated and as despicable as you.
"I know." You whisper faintly.
850, iii.
When Erwin's eyes glaze over unable to focus on anything in particular Levi assumes it's him growing used to the titan powers. What he doesn't expect is for his Commander to bang his head against the floor unrelenting screaming your name.
Pairs of hands move to stop him but he thrusts them aside wailing. Levi stresses trying to figure out what it is you could have done in the wake of your death.
But Erwin Smith. Courageous, brave Erwin Smith, who never cracked at loss of life for the sake of humanity, who always eloquently spoke to everyone around him at all times, finds himself slumping down to his knees and weeping for you.
The warm blood from his self inflicted assault still trickles down his nose, a tremor shakes through his entire body when he thinks of breaking the news to Levi.
The edge in Erwinâs voice grows dangerous.
"We made the wrong choice."
Erwin can't word it any better than that.
But Levi understands right away, he wishes he didnât, he wishes he was ignorant enough not to.
Hange sticks an arm out aiming for his shoulder but he stumbles away nearly falling back into the floor not wanting to be touched by anyone.
He finds that he is not human enough to cry. Itâs that or heâs not human at all without your presence.
854, i.
Levi has grown old without you, lived to see months and new seasons without you by his side. Over time his eyelids have become heavier, the corners of his mouth naturally droop and he remains perpetually somber.
Sometimes you visit him in his dreams, each time you make a silly comment about how his grey eye bags make him look like heâs been punched in the face. âLevi Ackerman, I swear if you donât sleep soon!â You cushion the blow by whispering sweet nothings, reassuring him that you still think heâs beautiful.Â
Occasionally you add in that you donât blame him for the past, but those conversations only last for a few seconds at a time.
âI donât blame you.â It always starts off with the exact same phrase.Â
âI should have listened to you.â Leviâs tone is stern and uncompromising .
âLev, I was never going to tell you to spare my life. You tried to listen to me, I could tell you wanted me to deny it.â
Levi refuses to answer you, he still thinks heâs at fault.
Not a day goes by where he doesnât think of that ring. He regrets throwing it away recklessly into the rubble.
Some day heâll return to Shiganshina to find it. The idea sounds laughable but he has to find a reason to smile as he fights for his life.
That is what Levi thinks as two setâs of jaws snap shut onto his legs, a flurry of red surrounds him. His throat constricts at the feeling of his thighs being ripped away from the rest of him.
âI tried.â He whimpers to no one in particular, eyes blank and losing meaning.
âI know Levi, I know.â The same voice from his dreams soothes him.
âDo not despair. Find me again in another world.â The biting wind adds in.
Leviâs eyelids flutter shut unable to do much else.
Heâs unsure if he has the courage to face you again in another lifetime.
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Dress
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peter sees you in a dress for the first time
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âHi, Petey.â You greeted your boyfriend as you walked into his room. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he sat at his desk and kissed his cheek.
âHi.â Peter said before looking up. When he finally tore himself away from his notes, his jaw dropped at the sight of you in a dress.
âWoah.â He mumbled quietly.
âWhat?â
âYou...youâre wearing a dress.â He said as a smile broke through on his lips.
You gulped and looked down at your dress, acting as if it hadnât been on your mind since the moment you put it on. You never wore dresses, or really anything that showed off you body. There was a certain comfort you found in baggy clothes that left absolutely everything to the imagination. If no one could see, no one could judge, and thatâs how you liked it.
âOh, yeah.â You pretended to notice the dress for the first time. âI am.â
âIâve never seen you in a dress before.â Peters smile grew. âActually, I donât think Iâve seen you in anything but black jeans or sweats.â
âYeah, well.â You shrugged shyly. âItâs a little hot for those.â
âYeah.â He nodded, but he was barely listening. âHave you always had that dress?â
âYeah. I just never wear it.â
âWhy not?â He asked as if it was crazy.
âI donât know.â You chuckled at his behavior. âItâs a little revealing, donât you think?â
âNo.â He said immediately. âNo, um, I think itâs perfect.â
âWhat?â You laughed in surprise. âYou do?â
âHow have I never seen this before?â Peter tugged on the bottom of the dress as he admired it. âHow come you donât wear this everyday?â
âAre you playing with me right now?â You asked skeptically.
âNo.â Peter furrowed his eyebrows. âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât look that good.â
âBaby, with all due respect, you have never been more wrong.â Peter insisted as he got out of his chair. âYou literally look perfect.â
âWhat?â You laughed again. âNo I donât.â
âYes you do. Like, holy shit.â Peter put his hand on his chest and blew out a breath. âI have to sit down.â
Peter collapsed on the bed and took a deep breath, never taking his eyes off you in your dress.
âYou have to be messing with me right now.â You shook your head in disbelief.
âIâm not. Iâm just speechless. Give me a minute.â He requested as he stood back up. He took his time looking you up and down, admiring every inch of you in the dress.
âYouâre speechless over the dress?â You raised an eyebrow. âItâs not even that cute. And you can see my stretch marks.â
âI know.â He sighed dreamily. âOh my God. I canât breathe.â
âWhat? Theyâre so ugly.â You insecurely squeezed your thighs together to hide the marks.
âUgly?â Peter asked. âTheyâre like perfect little brushstrokes on the worlds most beautiful canvas.â
âNo theyâre not.â You said quietly.
âUm, yes they are.â Peter scoffed. âDonât you know texture is what adds to the price of a painting?â
âDonât be a smart ass.â You told him. You were already insecure about the dress, and Peter joking about it was only making it worse for you.
âIâm not.â Peter said sincerely. âBaby, how do you not see what I see? You look like an angel.â
âNo I donât.â You disagreed. âI probably look so stupid in this.â
âYou do look stupid.â He nodded. âStupid hot.â
âStop.â You couldnât help but smile.
âStupid sexy?â He asked. âIs that better?â
âNo.â You answered as you fought a smile. You folded your arms over your chest to try to cover yourself up, feeling more vulnerable than usual in your lack of clothing.
âDonât cover up, please.â Peter requested as he gently moved your arms away from yourself. âI want to see the full picture.â
âThe full picture has marks and scars and bumps and whatever the hell else is wrong with my body.â You mumbled as you looked down at your body.
âWrong? Are we looking at the same body?â Peter asked. âBecause I see nothing but perfection.â
âMy body is not perfect.â You told him in an unamused tone.
âYour honor, sheâs lying.â Peter said as he looked around.
âIâm not.â You laughed and poked his chest. âYou are. Youâre acting like a have a nice body when we both know I donât. I shouldnât have worn the dress. I donât have the right body for it.â
Peter stared at you for a moment, realizing your feelings went deeper than just the dress. He frowned a little as a sadness clouded his brown eyes.
âCome here.â He said suddenly as he brought you over to his mirror. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you rest your back on him.
âWould you look at someone else with this body and call them ugly?â He asked quietly as he stared at you in the mirror. You stared back at him as you slowly realized what he was doing.
âNo.â You said finally. âI wouldnât.â
âSo why would you say those things about yourself?â
âI donât know.â You said quietly.
âThatâs okay.â Peter told you. âItâs a process, learning to love yourself. And the hardest step is always going to be step one.â
You tried to move away from the mirror, feeling insecure as you stared at your reflection, but Peter kept you in place.
âI love your body.â Peter stated. âI love it because itâs warm when you lay down beside me. And it wraps around me when Iâm sad. I also love the way it looks in this dress.â
You stayed quiet as Peter listed a few more things he loved about your body. You stared at yourself as he described what he loved, trying your best to see what he saw.
âWe are so lucky to have bodies, you know?â Peter said softly. âOur bodies hold us upright and keep us together. And our bodies allow us to hug people when we love them and jump when weâre happy and let feel warmth and pain and pleasure and all that good stuff. Donât be mean to your body. Itâs not mean to you.â
âThis dress may have pulled a philosopher out of you.â You said as a smile broke through your lips.
âMaybe.â Peter chuckled before pressing a kiss to your cheek. âBe nicer to yourself, okay? For me?â
âIâll try.â You told him, and you meant it.
âThank you.â He smiled. âNow could you do me a favor and tell yourself that youâre beautiful?â
âI donât wanna.â You whined and put your hands over his.
âJust once.â He promised. âI want to hear you say it. Even if you donât mean it, just say it.â
You looked at him for a long time in the mirror before letting out a sigh. Finally, you looked at yourself and gave yourself a weak smile.
âIâm beautiful.â
âWow. So conceited.â Peter clicked his tongue.
âPeter.â You whined again.
âIâm kidding.â He kissed your cheek again. âI agree. You are beautiful. Donât forget that.â
You smiled at Peter in the mirror before craning your neck to look at him.
âI wonât.â You promised. âI just need a reminder sometimes.â
âThatâs what Iâm here for.â He told you. âNow, what other outfits have you been hiding from me?â
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Of all the people who might need protection from Clint Barton, Kate had never counted herself among them. For as much as she looked up to him, she liked to think she saw him clearly too. She didn't put him on a pedestal. He was by no means a perfect human or a perfect hero (and sometimes an even worse boyfriend), but show her someone who was. He was one of the good ones though, and she was sorry she'd ever wavered even a little on that. She'd worried too much about living up to that legacy instead of doing what she'd always done, which was to create her own alongside his. Not the same, not better or worse, but in tandem.
"As you should. I'm pretty great." She grinned, letting that sharpshooter's gaze do a closer inspection of the space while he pried himself off the couch and went to freshen up. It didn't give her much, just reinforced the impression that she should have been here sooner. "I haven't been away long enough to miss them yet, but I know I will. In-N-Out," she sighed dreamily.
"Okay, you can't just say something like that and then not tell the story. Is it still a secret? Can you tell me anyway? How did they manage a whole city without anyone knowing? They're not exactly subtle." A symbiote city sounded frankly awful. No wonder he looked the way he did. Her holiday with the cultists looked almost like an actual vacation next to that. She caught Lucky's leash and headed out with the pair of them, her feet automatically turning toward their favorite coffee spot.
"In all fairness, I guess I did pick my genre." Kate hadn't just chosen to be a hero. She'd chased after it, hunted it down, forced it to be her friend, maybe tried to steal its bow once or twice. It was the coolest job in the world, and like any job, it came with downsides. When the downsides were all she could see, she knew it was time for a true and proper break. She wasn't there yet, but she hadn't entirely given up on the idea of a vacation either. Clint looked like he could use one too. "What are the odds you own a pair of purple swim trunks? I kinda still want that poolside drink."
Kate had definitely said meaner things to him before, but occasionally she tried for something like tact. When the mood struck her. That didn't mean she always hit the mark. It was also hedging the issue a bit, which wasn't like her. Clint pretty much always looked some degree of 'not quite well.' A slow glance around his place said he wasn't reaching apocalyptic levels yet, just⌠vaguely worrying. She couldn't even put her finger on precisely what it was that set her off about the place. She'd seen both it and him look worse. But as the kids said, her spidey senses were tingling. Her Hawkeye senses? Didn't have the same ring, sadly.
Showing up here felt overdue though. She wasn't sorry for taking off to California again to do her own thing. She'd needed the space to sort out her own feelings and her place in the Hawkeye legacy, and the independence had been good for her. She felt settled in her own skin again, a little more certain of who she was as a hero, and if that differed quite a bit from Clint's idea of being a hero, well-- they'd always been their own people, despite sharing an alias.
Guilt was attempting to creep over her now though. He wasn't always good left to his own devices, and she knew Bruce and Bryce had both been tough losses. She'd thought he was doing better, after the West Coast Avengers, but now she wasn't sure. She shouldn't have let him ignore her texts after Bryce. Kate was a difficult person to brush off, as evidenced by her standing uninvited in his apartment right now, but she'd let him do it.
"True, but the pizza is better here." A smile broke over her face at the welcome, a real, happy-to-see-him smile. She forgot when she was away, sometimes, how much she liked being here, both in the city and with him. California gave her the space and freedom to be herself, but New York City would always feel like home. "It's good to see you too." A slight pause, and then she signed, "I missed you." For all her bluntness, she'd always had a hard time communicating her feelings (unless those feelings were anger, and then she had it on lock). It was easier to sign it, and more heartfelt, something that was just between them.
"Yeah, we should. I think caffeine and some New York smog would definitely improve your color." To be fair, caffeine improved just about any situation. He was changing the subject, and she was allowing it for the moment. They'd circle back to him. "I was thinking of writing a book about that. I'd call it Kate Bishop and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Vacation. Is it too much to ask to have an umbrella drink by the pool? But no. I get to save brainwashed 1%-ers and jump out of burning buildings instead."
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Peaches (Konro Sagamiya x Reader NSFW 18+)
Fem! Reader
Konro and his girlfriend run home to escape the rain. When they decide to eat sweet peaches as a snack.
Warnings: age gap, denial, rough sex, oral play, beggingÂ
Skip to ** for sexy time. 2,000+ words.Â
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God, how is she so beautiful? And, how in the hell didn't I notice her before?Â
These were the two questions Konro would ask himself repeatedly whenever he took Y/N out on their weekly dates. Unfortunately, the morning was a sweltering and humid day that overwhelmed the Great Tokyo Empire. Konro suggested that they have their date later in the evening to avoid the rain and the burning hot sun. Y/N's clothes hugged her glamorous curves as her skin glistened from a thin veil of sweat. The lantern lights that hugged the walls to local businesses created a soft glow.
Staring at her in awe was not a part of the plan. Well, none of this was a part of any plan, actually. Not even his life plan. They've been dating for a little over a month since Konro first met Y/N. His typical routine trip was to see Seamstress Granny to fix any rips in his uniform. That day he tore his pants while rebuilding Asakusa after the most recent Infernal attack. With his uniform in hand, he walked through the door, the bell ringing as it slid open. Just as he was about to call the elderly woman, he noticed the most beautiful, enchanting woman heâd ever laid eyes on. Konro was so stunned by her beauty that he didn't hear her greet him or ask what he needed to be done. Since then, heâs gotten to know Y/N well over time.
Before running her Granny's store full time, Y/N would visit Asakusa three times a week to help around. Thatâs why Konro found it unbelievable that he never noticed her before. Honestly, it was probably because of the increase of Infernal activity, but that was no excuse in his mind. Y/N stood slightly taller than most women in the empire and was curvier than other women too. Her full breasts always pulling at her shirt and plump ass tight, giving a slight jiggle as she walked. Despite all of this, Konro still towered over her. Don't misunderstand this, though; he is dating her not for her body but because he earnestly enjoys Y/N's company. Y/N made him feel things he hadn't felt in years or even within his lifetime.
Y/N's thumb gently rubbed the back of his bandaged hand as they held hands while walking down the street. Y/N was smiling greatly as she continued to talk. Konro wasnât exactly the talkative type, so hearing Y/N talk brought him immense joy. The self-proclaimed hermit has found a friendly, outgoing puppy to love day in and out. Being with Y/N even made Konro feel young again. He's heard that having a significantly younger girlfriend can change a man's energy levels, but Konro didn't expect to feel this young. Especially his sex drive.
Being overwhelmed with work duties almost made him forget what a sex life was. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This was his routine for many years. However, when he was younger, Konro always managed to find time to "express his sexual desires" is a polite way of saying it. In other words, straight-up fucking. But as the years flew by and seeing Benimaru become captain of the 7th, Konro had more distractions, to say the least. With Y/N, it was different, though. She sparked something deep inside of him. In his many years of life, Konro never had the animalistic urge to make a woman cry, scream and mess them up during sex as much as Y/N. Â He almost had the chance too. Almost.
Last week, Y/N and Konro decided to go back to base for some privacy. During that time of day, mostly, everyone would be out making rounds or going out to eat, so it seemed like the perfect time. Right in front of him, Y/N laid bare. Her head bobbing up and down his shaft, her right hand moving in sync with her head, her left hand gently caressing his hip. Konro's deep blue eyes stared at Y/N, hypnotized by her beauty. Carefully, he placed his hand on the back of her head, adding a slight pressure, silently asking her to deep throat him. Which she happily obliged. That's when he heard it -the Infernal alarm. Y/N's eyes grew wide as she met Konro's. She released his now soft dick from her mouth as she watched Konro get up and hurriedly dressed himself.
It's only been a week since they've last had time for each other. Yes, they would greet each other outside or maybe have a small lunch if they had the time. But, they were never truly alone, just two people immersed in a chaotic world. Konro couldn't help but think about if he would ever get a chance to redeem himself. He could kill a man at this point to see Y/N's lush body naked in front of him again.
Y/N let out a sound of confusion, "Konro, I think it's going to start raining," she looked up at the sky after feeling something damp hit her face.
"Hmmm," he mused, still lost in his train of thought.
That's when he felt it. A sudden shower washed over the both of them. Y/N pulled Konro by his arm, leading him down a side street. 'Let's go back to my place,' she called back behind her. Konro followed her, watching droplets run down her soft skin.
'Please, one more chance,' Konro chanted in his head all the way to her apartment. As they entered the one-bedroom, Y/N handed Konro a fresh towel. Then, she walked over to the refrigerator, asking her boyfriend if he liked peaches.
** "Yeah," he said, watching her pull out the fruit and a knife to cut it. Y/N cut the delicate fruit in half, pitting it, and proceeded to slice it. With every movement, her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Konro walked over to Y/N, pushing her damp hair to her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone. His calloused fingers massaged between her shoulder and neck. He saw goosebumps wash over her skin and grinned to himself. Leaning forward, Konro kissed Y/N's jaw and noticed a slight coat of pink on her cheeks. Y/N pushed a peach slice towards his lips. As Konro was just about to take a bite, Y/N took it back and put half of it in her mouth. She looked up at the older man with what he thought was a look of innocence and lustful hunger. Â Y/N offered the other half of the peach that was sticking out of her mouth. With his large hand, Konro tilted her jaw up and took in the fruit.
On Y/N's bed, Konro propped himself up on his forearms to make sure not to put his total weight on Y/N. She laid beneath him in nothing but her bra and underwear. Konro was already halfway undressed with only his pants remaining. They kissed each other for a long time. While feeling his tongue slowly go in and out of Y/N's mouth, Konro imagined his cock doing the same thing inside of her. Konro continued to grind his hard cock into Y/Nâs clad pussy.
Y/N let a long feminine sigh followed by a moan, feeling pressure onto her wet lips. She gently ran her nails down his abdomen, feeling his chiseled abs, before finally reaching his belt. She pulled at the material, hoping to touch his dick directly. Just the thought about touching it again caused her pussy to throb with excitement. Konro released her mouth from his and grunted in her ear,
"Not yet, baby," Konro nibbled on her earlobe, "Just wait a little longer. I'll treat you just as good as you treated me last time".
Konro moved Y/N's bra strap down her shoulder to have access to her collarbone. Then he nibbled and sucked until he left a light mark on her skin. Konro snaked his arm behind her back, unclasping her bra. Removing the material, he threw it onto the floor. Konro grabbed one of Y/N's full tits in his hand, gently but firmly. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, causing Y/N to inhale sharply. Frustratingly slow, Konro then started to suck her nipple, flicking it now and then. Y/N whined in frustration how Konro was still dressed.
He released her nipple, and while undoing his pants with one hand, he still massaged her tit with his other. Konro smiled down at Y/N almost wickedly as he watched her flushed face looked directly at his crotch. He kicked off his pants with one swift movement and found his way to Y/N's underwear, taking it off. Konro pulled down the thin material, excitement further boiling in him, realizing how wet Y/N was. She wasn't just wet but soaked. While kneeling, Konro grabbed her slender ankles, bringing her legs over his shoulder. Y/N's glistening lips in direct view of his face, and of course, his mouth. With a big lap of his tongue, Konro tasted Y/N's pussy greedily. He wasn't just licking her but also sucking on her drenched lips and swollen cit. Slurping and sloshing filled the room.
Y/N stared at Konro hazily, pleasure surging through her distracting her from any thought. She gripped her sheets tightly as her moans echoed. Seeing her boyfriend liked this not only made her feel wanted but happy. Konro has always been a very giving man. He gave up everything for Asakusa and Benimaru. So when the demon Infernal came, Konro didn't have to fight it alone. Instead, he chose to, for a simple but heroic cause. To protect the people he cared for. So seeing him eating her out hungrily and groping her body greedily made Y/N realize that Konro could express what he truly desired. He could tell her what he wanted and how he wanted it openly. Of course, in Konro's mind, he was primarily doing this to pleasure Y/N, but Y/N enjoyed seeing a different side of him.
Taking one last swipe at her clit, Konro lowered her legs, peering at his lover. A deep shudder swept across his body as he saw Y/N's face. Her cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted as her eyes stared at him dreamilyâher chest lifting with every breath she took. Y/N looked absolutely decadent. However, she wasn't ready yet. Only eating her out wasn't going to be enough to stretch her for the pounding of her lifetime. Again, he grasped her lips with his own, tongue snaking into her mouth. Y/N let out a feminine sigh as her eyes fluttered shut as she was engulfed with pleasure. Her arms found their way around his neck, holding his closer. Carefully, he lowered his weight onto Y/N, causing her to open her legs further.
One hand trailed down her abdomen, finding its way to Y/N's sweet drenched hole. He flicked her inner lips teasingly before sticking one digit in. Next, he curled his finger upward, finding her g-spot. Y/N ended to kiss to arch her back in pleasure. Konro chuckled at her reaction, slowly rubbing the inside of her pussy.
"Just a little longer, baby. I need to open you up cause you're so tight."
He inserted another finger. He spread the two as far as they could, expanding her walls. Then he would bring them back together rubbing the top of her velvety walls. This went on in a pattern, almost like he was massaging the inside of her pussy. His rough fingers thick fingers felt so right inside of her. But there was something else that she needed with urgency. Something else belonged inside of her. Y/N grabbed his thick biceps, her head turning to the side. She bit her lip, begging Konro.
"Kon, please, please-"
He ignored her pleas, "Are you gonna coat my dick with your cum like you're doing with my fingers," he felt her walls tighten around him.
"Yes, I wanna cover your dick with my cum. Please", Y/N cried.
"Say my name, the way I like it."
God, he's so cute, Y/N thought to herself.
Looking at Konro softly, she said, "Kon-Kon."
Konro smiled with satisfaction removing his fingers.
He wrapped Y/N's thighs around his waist as he watched her quiver. Cock in hand, he rubbed the tip along her slit. Y/N's juices slicking his thick tip as pre-cum drooled out of Konro. Then he gently pushed his cock into her slowly as her walls stretched around him. Konro tilted his head back, moaning, feeling Y/N's velvety warmth grip around his pulsating member. Then, as Y/N let out a cry of pleasure, Konro stayed still just for a moment, letting Y/N get used to his length.
 Gently, he caressed Y/N's face with his large hand, cupping her cheek. Konro rubbed her lower lip with his thumb.Â
"See, baby," he practically purred, "You're so wet you took me in one thrust."Â
Konro shallowly thrusted into Y/N's tight pussy wanting to see her reaction. Y/N rubbed her cheek into his palm, letting out a soft moan. To Konro's surprise, Y/N opened her mouth slightly, inviting his thumb inside. Then, she gently sucked. Konro took in a sharp breath, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. His Y/N was always full of fun surprises. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
 Y/N released his thumb, eyes glazed with sexual desire, "Kon-Kon, I'm ready."
Say no more.
Konro pulled his cock out before slamming back into her. Y/N dug her nails into his back as her eyes widen with surprise. She felt a knot in her stomach as her pussy clench down on his thick cock. She couldnât hold back her voice anymore. A load cry escaped her lips. Konro looked his lover with a sensual but firm gaze. He was in complete control. He was the dominant one. Each thrust reached further and further back to her cervix.Â
Y/Nâs loud moans matched the rhythm of each thrust, echoing in the small apartment. Her pussy aching in the most pleasurable ways. She moved her head to side as Y/N felt her body heat up further. Konro gently cupped her cheek again, turning her gaze over to his.Â
âLook at me, baby.âÂ
Oh no. That was a fatal mistake.Â
Y/N felt her pussy clench as Konroâs deep blue eyes met hers. The slight curve of his dick ran over her G-spot mercilessly. His body warm, skin soft, muscles tensed. How did Konro go untouched for so long? There had to of been someone in the whole empire that tried to sleep with him. Itâs unbelievable that no one had tried.
Y/N gently wrapped her arms of Konroâs thick neck, bringing him closer.
âKon-Kon. Hold. Me. More. Go. Deeper. Pleaseâ, Y/N moaned between each thrust.
Konro smiled, kissing Y/Nâs forehead. How could he say no to such a cutie. She even said âpleaseâ. Konro wrapped one arm around Y/Nâs mid back, clutching her body to his. As his thrusts became deeper and wilder, Konro cooed soft nothings into Y/Nâs ear as her pussy tightened and her moans grew louder and louder. Then her body grew tense, a small gasp leaving her lips. Y/Nâs urgent moans came to a stop. Konro felt the wet walls that cloak his cock spasm as his girlfriendâs body arched up. Y/N dug her face into Konroâs shoulder, orgasm ripping through her body.Â
Swiftly Konro removed his dick to coat Y/Nâs soft abdomen with his cum. He placed soft kisses all over Y/Nâs flushed face, asking her if she was okay. Konro knew he wasnât a small man, both in height and cock-wise. He cared about the well-being of his little puppy. Y/N ran her fingers through his jostled hair as she kissed his neck.Â
âYou can go rougher, you know.â
Konro smiled. Noted: can go rougher next time.  Â
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