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justporo · 1 year ago

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I received a comment on this chapter on AO3 that I feel is important also gets addressed here. I received a critical comment (which I am happy to receive, don‘t get me wrong, please) that was talking about a particular part that might have been harmful or triggering despite that not being my intention (TW for talking about sexual assault and I guess also sexual content).

Please read!

„Astarion’s voice was rising while dramatically gesticulating. His genuine rage at you seemingly not believing that he was having as much fun in the sheets with you as the other way around and just the way he made a dramatic scene about it finally brought back your giggles.

“Well, I don’t know you can be a convincing actor?” “Are you accusing me, that I’ve been faking it? Because: how would that even work anatomically for men?“, Astarion almost shouted while his voice jumped up several octaves.“

The person commenting was concerned that I was implying that what I was getting at was, that men (read people with a penis) would always enjoy sex as long as they are errect and that this was plain wrong and harmful to survivors of r*pe.

And yes, that is plainly wrong and harmful and possibly triggering, so I apologise if that was what came across. That is not at all though what I meant, so please read my reply to this comment. I hope I didn‘t hurt someone or made anyone uncomfortable. I also hope that my actually meaning isn‘t actually harmful to anyone and nothing more than a joke and bad take. Also, please: this is not your duty or anything but if you ever find I‘ve written something that is wrong, toxic, harmful or triggering and you feel comfortable doing so: please tell me! That is not what I want to do, I only want people to have a good time having my stories - that means EVERYBODY and I would never hope to offend or hurt someone. And I would want to learn and do better in the future. So I hope this clears things up.

My original reply on AO3:

„I would like to clear up a few things: Firstly, I 100% agree that that would be plain wrong and also very triggering and harmful for victims of SA. I therefore apologise first of all if that particular part hurt you or anyone else or made you uncomfortable in any way. I, however, want to point out, that that is not at all what I was trying to say, so I want to explain what I actually meant (which is, I guess, almost the opposite and hopefully not harmful to anyone besides it being a bad joke): What I was actually trying to say there was, that if a man or rather a person with a penis isn‘t enjoying the sex, then they are not enjoying it, no matter if they are erect or not - so they probably wouldn‘t reach an orgasm and thus wouldn‘t ejaculate and their partner would most likely be able to notice that that hasn‘t happened (although they are most likely instances when there‘s an orgasm but no ejaculation, but let‘s assume that‘s not the usual case).

So what I was getting at that there are obviously people out there, I mean women or people with vaginas, that fake having an orgasm and their partners believe it - which might be a stupid take after all too and the whole part a bad joke, but which I hope at least isn‘t harmful to anyone. I rephrased this part a bit or rather added a piece to it, to hopefully make it more clear.“

A Night of Song and Laughter (Final Part)

Would you look at that - I actually finished faster than I thought I would (certainly not a thing that would be admirable in all contexts, but anyway)

In this final part, Astarion have a nice (and rather) long heart-to-heart by playing a game of question for question - while they are butt naked in their bed. Do with that info what you will.

This part is probably all over the place and very rambly, but I wanted to end with something sweet. So please enjoy and thank you all for staying with me through this story!

Song choice (especially for the very end): T=0 - Tall Ships

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

The sun was well up in the sky by now – so thank the Gods for the thick brocade curtains you had placed on every one of the tall windows.

You were laying on the gigantic bed – butt naked still and all your limbs spread out. Astarion mimicked you next to you although he was missing a few things to match you: the glistening sheen of sweat on his skin for example or the full body flush. Also, he wasn’t breathing as heavily as you were.

“Holy hells”, you whispered silently between deep gasps for air. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to move a single muscle tomorrow. I don’t think I can now.” Astarion chuckled beside you and rolled on his side to watch you struggle. “Love, if you are truly already giving up, we really need to work on your stamina. I was merely starting to enjoy myself”, the elf said while leaning his head on his propped up arm and pursed his lips. You only moved your eyes to give him a look saying “you got to be kidding me” and then a really hearty yawn overcame you. You felt so pleasingly exhausted in a way that could only be caused by a night full of events that had been uncalled for and lots of really deeply satisfying sex.

“Well, then, if another go is out of the question how about we kill the rest of the wine, I might even settle for some talking or cuddling if that’s all you are able to for now.”

You flopped around to get closer to him until you were on your side, mirroring his languid pose. “Both!”, you demanded. So Astarion chuckled wordlessly and pulled you closer until you were laying in his arms. Then he leaned back just a little to allow you to actually snuggle up to his chest which you gratefully did. And then to really lock in the deal you stretched one of your slender legs to swing it over and tangle it with his.

“Gods, look how adorable we are – I might start to retch right on the spot”, Astarion said and made a face as if he were disgusted by what was happening. “You’re enjoying this”, you retorted and grabbed his face to give him a big smooch. He scrunched up his nose afterwards: “Debatable.” But you could hear the grin in his voice.

You laid there for several minutes – not talking, just in comfortable and companionable silence and held each other. You were just resting your eyes when Astarion shifted to grab the goblet of wine from next to the bed and asked: “So, what do you want to talk about, sweetheart?” He took a big swig from the wine and looked down at you askingly. You took the goblet from his hand and drank to gain a few more moments – because frankly, the night had left you empty and your mind was just blank, only filled with content buzzing.

“Talking also out for the night, love? My, my, haven’t I worked you a little too hard, hm?”, Astarion cheerfully chimed and laughed. You wanted to whack him but your hand was just so… tired. “Well then, how about… I ask you, say, five questions and you ask me five in return.” “So like I would cast ‘Speak to the Dead’ on you”, you threw in with a sly grin earning you a truly unamused stare from the vampire. “What?”, you said when he kept throwing you a death glare, finally regaining some of your wits. “I’m dead serious”, you said with another grin. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” You stared at each other in silence. “Can’t argue with that impeccable logic, I guess.” More silence. “Alright, like what questions were you thinking?”, you finally said to put Astarion out of his misery.

“I don’t know, could be anything, really. Something you always wanted to know about me, what I think is your most annoying habit or what my favourite colour is or what the meaning of life might be. Although” – and here he took the chalice with wine from your hand which you had forgotten you were still holding – “if you were to ask the last one we’d might need several more bottles of wine, some good few hours and also I might wanted to throw myself down a bridge afterwards.” He laughed with just a tinge of hysteria in it and took another sip of wine as if to demonstrate that he’d need it. “Please, don’t ask me what the meaning of life is”, he pleaded and made you laugh.

“So, what’s your favourite colour?”, you asked. Astarion pursed his lips at you: “That’s your actual first question?” “Yes… although I could probably guess it already.” “Can you now?” “It’s red, isn’t it?” Astarion’s mouth straightened into a line: “You are really spoiling it like this.”

“I’m really exhausted, I’m sorry, love”, you replied and leaned in to kiss him. ��Better you go first – answering will be easier I feel like and then I’ll probably can roll better with it. But first -”, you said and lifted your hand to silence the vampire that had already opened his mouth to start asking “is red really your favourite colour? Because I actually need to know now.” Astarion’s face softened: “Yes, it is.” “Bit cliché for a vampire, don’t you think?” “It has always been red, love, even before I became a vampire.” That shut you right up – moments when Astarion offered up details from his life before he was turned were indeed very rare.

“Alright, my turn then!”, Astarion answered playfully and took a swig of the remaining wine than put the goblet down and started to oddly fidget. Was he – nervous?

You sat up a little because you were suddenly convinced that he wouldn’t just ask about your favourite kind of cheese or what the name of your childhood pet was. “I’ve been wondering, for some time now, actually, when – you know – I confessed to you that I had certain feelings towards you… You pretty much immediately – how do I put this – made clear that the feelings were mutual. Soo, naturally I was wondering when it was, that you had the realisation that you were… catching feelings for me?”

The way he had rambled out the question, kept fidgeting his hands and just the sincere and even kind of soft, even though not shy, tone in his voice made your heart immediately melt and evaporate completely. You reached out your hand and cupped his cheek, your thumb softly caressing his face. “So, your question is when I realised I was head over heels and I knew there could never be anybody else?”, you offered warmly and grinned at him openly. That had Astarion regain his usual cockiness. He smirked at you and looked at you through his lashes: “Well, if you want to put it like that…”

You rolled onto your back and started to remember how it had been like. It came quickly and easily – this was an easy question to answer and you were more than happy to enlighten him.

“To be honest – I at least had a huge crush on you from the very beginning – well, almost: the whole threatening me with a knife was not a turn-on.” Astarion made a disappointed ‘aww’ but kept listening. When you threw him a sideways glance you saw that he was hanging on your lips. “You were so charming and honestly the flattery, even though I figured that it must be idle chit-chat… What can I say, it worked on me. Maybe because I was desperate – and scared. Maybe, probably, because I never experienced something like this. I didn’t exactly grow up in circumstances where men – or women for that matter – would come and court me. And I never had someone, like” – you helplessly flailed your hand at Astarion – “you give me more than a simple onceover.” From the corner of your eye you could see how Astarion’s demeanour changed, but now you had to keep talking or you throat might close up.

“But when it really hit me, was after the first night we spent together. Not because of the sex – although that had also been the best I’d ever had up to that point, but because I woke up and saw you standing there, bathing in the sun light. And I saw your scars. And when I asked you about them you opened up the door to let me in, just the tiniest bit. That’s when I realised there was so much more to you then just the armour of sarcasm and flirtatious behaviour and violent urges. And I just wanted to…” – your eyes felt dangerously wet – “I just wanted for you to let me in, so I could get to know you and comfort you and stop what hurt you.”

You took a deep breath in after finishing and realised you had given quite the speech. You looked at Astarion while you felt a single treacherous tear ran over your cheek. He looked at you with a range of emotions swirling in his ruby eyes – love, admiration, even shock. He reached out to softly swipe away the tear from your face.

“I…”, he started but immediately broke off again. He took a few moments, then tried again, while carefully holding your face: “I wanted to say that I don’t know what to say, but that’s not true. Rather that there’s too much to put into words.” His thumb over your cheek, making sure there were no more tears coming.

After a small cough to clear up his throat, Astarion continued: “I’ll settle for this: I love you – deeply – and in a way I never thought I could love anything and I don’t know what I could’ve possibly done to deserve this or you but I hope that I can live up to it some day.”

Never mind his sweet, soft touches, but your tears kept coming, happy tears though. Never would you have hoped that Astarion could come this far in so little time and be so open and sincere with you. But here he was.

You sniffled and started to rub the streams of tears off your face with your hands when Astarion pulled you in and kissed you deeply until you had calmed down again.

“So”, you sniffled again “do you want to ask your other four questions and rip my damn heart out while you’re at it or are we finally done for the night?”

Astarion kept holding you for a moment longer than let go of you to just get enough space between you to be able to look at you better. He reached out again though to softly ruffle your hair. “Actually, it’s your turn, sweetheart, so do your worst, I assume?”, he said a bit hesitantly. “We don’t have to keep going, if you’d rather not.” “No, I want to keep going, but first I think it’s only fair that you tell me as well – since you made me cry and all”, you assured him and give him a small pout.

“You mean, when I first realised that I was falling for you?” You nodded. Astarion smiled at you and turned so he laid on his back, looking at the ceiling while he spoke. Talking about his real genuine feelings was still something that was hard for him – but you appreciated a lot that he tried.

“Do you remember when I came onto you that evening at camp and asked you to come to my bed again?” “Of course, I remember, I tried so desperately to be cool about it.” To that Astarion looked at you and grinned broadly: “Yet you so desperately weren’t.” Damn this man! You sluggishly swung to punch at his smirking face but Astarion easily caught your hand and held on to it, starting to play with and look at your fingers. “I still knew you were full of shit when you threw all your cheesy practiced lines at me.” “Still worked, didn’t it? And I was actually having so much fun with our little back and forth. Up until the end when I said these three little words.”

Astarion kept playing with your fingers but threw you a glance: “Because afterwards I realised that there might’ve been more truth in it than I thought and that I might’ve gotten in it over my head. And that scared me.” You squeezed his hand back reassuringly. And he threw you a loving glance before he grabbed your fingers and bit into them. “Now, your turn, my love”, he said as if nothing had happened while you yelped at him. “Ouw, what the hells was that for?” “Revenge?”, he answered and lifted his hand on which you could still the bitemarks you’d left there, “Assert dominance that I’m the one biting in this relationship?” You looked at him as if he had lost his mind. He shrugged and gave your fingers a kiss, then rolled back on his side to face you. “I’m waiting for a question, love.” “Impulsive much?” “That’s a question you can answer yourself, darling.”

Alright, he wanted a question and there was actually one thing you had wanted to know - as well – for quite some time. A stupid little thing that had kept nagging you.

“Okay, I also have a thing that I wanted to know for some time. But it’s stupid really – such an unimportant little detail tha…” “Just ask the question, love.”

You took in a deep breath: “Well, I know you love me and I know you must be enjoying what we have, I mean, physically also – at least I’m ninety-five percent sure that you are. But I was asking myself if the first time we slept together… was it bad – for you?” For the last part you couldn’t take to hold his gaze.

Astarion seemed positively outraged. “My heart – first of all, why would you even think that I’m not enjoying myself with you?” “Well, as I said I’m mostly…” “Apparently five percent say you think differently. Why?” His voice was actually angry and as you looked at him his brows were deeply furrowed. You hesitated to answer but finally gave up with a sigh: “It’s just… You have so much more experience and I don’t have that and maybe I was worrying that you might get bored or something… or that it wasn’t enough.” “Excuse me, but did I look bored to you when you completely obliterated me like an hour ago?”

Astarion’s voice was rising while dramatically gesticulating. His genuine rage at you seemingly not believing that he was having as much fun in the sheets with you as the other way around and just the way he made a dramatic scene about it finally brought back your giggles.

“Well, I don’t know you can be a convincing actor?” “Are you accusing me, that I’ve been faking it? Because: how would that even work anatomically for men?”, Astarion almost shouted while his voice jumped up several octaves.

That broke you: you broke down laughing while the vampire kept fuming. „My love, I am positive you would have noticed, had I been faking a climax, hence there would have been… missing evidence, so to speak… Also, what we have is different - I would have told you had it not been enjoyable.“

“No okay, I’m sorry, I was messing with you for the last part”, you blushed and laughed. Astarion was not calmed down though. “I’ll show you right now how much I am enjoying myself with you if that’s what it takes”, he said through gritted teeth. You snuggled up closely against your vampire again: “No, point made, Astarion, I believe you. Now answer my damn question.”

Astarion sighed defeatedly but wrapped his arms around you again. “I also enjoyed the very first night we ever spent together. I might have not noticed it back then but it was different with you from the beginning – despite the shameful ulterior motives I had back then. So, there you go.” You hummed contentedly, then lifted your head a little to look up into his eyes: “Has someone ever faked it being with you?” That had definitely been the wrong thing to say to calm Astarion down. His eyebrow twitched in annoyed manner and he pursed his lips at you. “Not to my knowledge”, he said slowly. You cackled a bit at his wounded ego. But he recovered quickly – after all he had so much of it.

“So can we get past this topic and move on?”, he asked dryly. “So, that’s your second question?”, you replied. “I’m going to throw you of a cliff, you insolent little thing.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep”, you kept teasing which made Astarion roll away from you and bury his face in his hands. You giggled hysterically until you had calmed down after a few moments.

“Okay, listen, I’m done and I’m sorry – this night was just too long and too much.”

“I know it was”, Astarion replied while lifting his hands off his face while still laying on his back. “So, if I may, I have my second question for you.” He looked at you and went on when you nodded in approval.

“What do you think is the most stupid thing you’ve ever done?” “Hm, not taking in anything that happened in the last months I assume?” Astarion hummed in agreement.

“Well, when I was a kid on the streets I met a group of other homeless children – all boys. And I was desperate to join their group because I really needed some company and some safety, but they wouldn’t let me because I was a girl.” “How cruel”, Astarion commented with a tinge of sadness in his voice. “I told them I would do anything to let me join so they dared me to jump off of on of these very tall towers at the Gray Harbour – and I did.” Thinking of this particular memory filled you with sorrow – so you rolled onto your back also and stared off into the distance. Astarion’s mouth had opened in shock and his eyes had filled with sadness at your confession. “How old were you?”, he asked softly. “Like nine.” „Gods“, he whispered.

But you didn’t want to dwell on hurtful memories. You spent a few moments thinking about your next question and then decided to sit up in the bed to start changing the mood.

“My turn again”, you exclaimed. “Hit me”, Astarion replied. “What’s a useless skill that you have and love?”

At that the vampire’s eyebrows shot up. “So much for a sudden change in mood”, he said but you could see he was grateful to turn to more light-hearted matters. “Do you have a coin by any chance?” “A coin?”, you repeated in a confused manner.

Astarion was already up and walking over to where he had put his clothes over a chair earlier in the night. “Yes, I thought a demonstration would answer this question far better than just words”, he said while rummaging through his pant pockets.

“Aha”, he exclaimed as he produced a single gold coin and came back over to the bed – not without winking at you playfully. “You’re not going to do a magic trick, are you?” “Please, my name isn’t Gale”, the elf sneered as he sat back down on the bed, on your site now, where you had taken a cross-legged position and were curiously awaiting your partner’s hidden talent.

“Ready?”, Astarion asked with an enticing tone. You nodded and looked intently at him to go ahead. Then the vampire flicked the coin into the air with his thumb – quite high – and let it land perfectly on the back of his hand where he let it wander quickly and smoothly over the knuckles of his fingers. Back and forth and forth and back, then he flicked it up again and caught it between his index and middle finger with a soft “tada”.

You were in awe. “No way, you can do that? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to be able to too”, you happily praised him and applauded him. “Then let me show you how it’s done”, Astarion cheerfully offered after a small gracious bow.

You spent quite some time then trying to mirror the vampire’s nonchalant moves while he kept explaining and demonstrating how to do the trick. But it seemed you didn’t have a knack for that particular little skill. “You make it look so easy”, you pouted at him at what must’ve been your hundredth try at letting the coin wander over the back of your hand instead of it simply sliding off. “I had two hundred years to perfect it, love. You’ll get there eventually”, Astarion replied and gave you a quick peck. He was being nice and gracious but somehow you had difficulty imagining that he had been just as bad as you in the beginning.

“Alright, I like this idea, so I got my next question for you. Besides this little feat, what would be a skill you would like to pick up, my love?”, Astarion said and fully climbed on the bed again, placing his back against the headboard and then pulling you onto his lap.

“Oh, that’s easy! I’d really like to play an instrument”, you immediately answered. The elf nodded approvingly at you while he held you: “Do you have a specific one in mind?” “Hmm – I guess the lute although I really can’t picture myself sitting down trying to learn it.” “I think, that would be very endearing actually.” You smiled at him. “Maybe”, he continued and cupped your cheek “if you also took up singing, you could my little nightingale.” That made you chuckle but you simply leaned into his touch and closed your eyes a little.

“You are not dozing off on me, are you?” You jolted upwards again: “No! I’m here and it’s my turn!” You had slouched tremendously and were almost laying down in his arms. You thought for a while.

“Hmm, I have another one but it might be quite the mood change again.” “Just ask, love.”

And so you did: “I know you have openly talked about having women and men before in your bed, but I was asking myself – was that of your own volition or…” You didn’t finish the question but knowing Astarion would catch your meaning nonetheless. “I’ve had men and women, yes, or sometimes people that wouldn’t categorise themselves as either.” He shrugged while you carefully listened. “But that was at least my choice and wasn’t something forced onto me against my nature.” “So – if you don’t care about gender what is it that makes you attracted to people?” Astarion cocked his head and looked at you with these sharp red eyes: “Certain people are just beautiful and enticing to me – because they’re just physically attractive to me, because of how proudly they hold their head, because of how smart and witty they are, because of how caring and kind they are. And yes, before you ask: I am talking about you, my love. Because of that and many more possible things.” You felt yourself blush at his confession and his compliments and also felt gratefulness for how openly he talked about himself.

“Does that… bother you? That I’m… pretty open when it comes to attraction?”, Astarion asked a bit hesitantly, his ruby eyes never leaving yours. You immediately and forcefully shook your head: “No, not at all! I was just curious to know how it is for you.” You leaned into him more and hugged him tightly. “I love how you are such an open-minded person in general. In fact, it’s one of your most admirable qualities, I’d never want that to change.”

“Thank you”, he whispered in answer to that silently and held on to you in comfortable silence.

“Speaking of which”, he said after several heartbeats “is there something you would actually like to change about me? The obvious thing with the vampirism aside, I mean.”

You kept hugging him while you answered: “Your scars. I’d love to take them off your body. Just make you forget they ever existed.” You softly let your hands wander onto his back, immediately finding the ridges of the atrocity Cazador had forced upon him. Your fingertips wander over them, the thought of the pain it must have caused Astarion, both physically and mentally, almost made you tear up again.

You heard Astarion let out a deep breath while he mirrored your touches and rubbed small circles on your back. “I don’t even know what to say to that really other than: I fear they are just part of me now but at least Cazador’s dead now and I won’t have to fear ending up being a token for a prize exchange anymore.”

You lifted your head up. “So, nothing left to fear anymore, right?”, you said in a half-hearted attempt to not let the mood sink again. But Astarion barked a desperate short laugh at that. “If it only were that easy, darling, but I fear as it stands I have more to fear than before.” You throw him a confused look while his hands kept caressing your back gently.

“Well, now I actually have something to lose”, he said and leaned his forehead to yours. When the meaning settled in your heart dropped but filled with warmth simultaneously. “Somebody could hurt you or take you away from me, you could become sick – or you could simply decide you don’t want to be with me anymore.” Your eyes widened while his glazed over with the last sentence. You moved to cup his face with both hands: “The other stuff maybe – but I’ll always be with you. I’ll always want to be with you! Don’t say shit like that, Astarion. I love you so much, you can’t imagine!” You softly shook his face to get some sense into the man. You started smothering him with kisses while repeating over and over what you had said. And you didn’t stop until the vampire was laughing again and his eyes had filled with warmth.

“Tell me then”, he said while holding your hand that was still cradling his face. “Last question: how much do you love me?”

Your mind started racing trying to find ways to put it into words. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment to just feel. Feel how your love for Astarion filled you, heart, body and soul, until there was nothing else.

“I love you so much, I would give up everything for you, if only it meant I could still be with you. I would burn this whole world down if it meant, I could keep you safe. I would walk with you to the end of the universe if it was what you needed to be happy. And if I ever where to leave this earthly world behind, I believe my soul would find you again – and again and again – because I’m half and only ever whole with you.”

You stare into his widening red eyes, trying to convey to him if only with a fraction how deeply you feel for him. To show him that he’s at the very core of your own being. And that he is the only truth.

And as Astarion was taking it in, he held you, still not completely understanding – but he had forever then, to figure it out, didn’t he?

And so he kissed you and pulled you close to him as you both softly leaned down onto the sheets. The bed under you feeling threateningly soft. But you kept kissing him and touching him until you finally slid into your dreams – and hoped for another night tomorrow to hopefully do it all over again.

----- The End

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neighbours-kid · 3 years ago

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sterling doesn‘t know. at the end of 515 he doesn‘t know that nate and sophie retire

he catches on to the con early, much earlier than we‘re explicitly told. when nate shoves him and turns him around so eliot, hardison and parker can enter the server room unseen, sterling gives nate a look, and he knows. he lets it happen, let‘s nate win this one time. he lets nate have the one big score

when they go down to the garage to hand nate over to his lifelong sentence in a secret prison, sterling asks him i don‘t suppose you‘re done and nate just goes what do you think? and then sterling asks about his acting skills and they talk about sophie

he knows sophie is picking nate up. sterling lets them go. he accepts his role as trojan horse when nate pushes him and lets it all play out. nathan, you and i are not the same, we don‘t believe in the same things. and yet. he lets them go. because in the end, justice is always easy

but he doesn‘t—sterling doesn‘t know. despite knowing nate for the longest time, or maybe because he‘s known nate for the longest time, he does not even remotely consider the possibility that nate might ever retire. it‘s just,,,, ridiculous to even consider. nathan ford, the nathan ford? retiring? psshhh never

so sterling goes on. does the work, plays Mr Agent Man at interpol and tries to not think too hard about what letting nate and sophie go means. what it says about him that, this once, he chose their side. that, after all, justice is always easy, and nate is always right, in the end. he packs that away, deep down, better not examine that one, better not think too hard about it

sterling does the work. climbs the metaphorical corporate ladder in the firm as he‘s always done

and then, like it always does, his senses start tingling. works his current case and Something is making him pay more attention. a familiar name maybe, or a routing number he thinks he might‘ve seen before. or maybe it‘s just,,, A Vibe that this particular case has. so he does the job, investigates, does what he‘s good at, excellent at

and a blurry security photograph, eleven espressos and a redacted number of scotches later, he‘s sure. and maybe despite himself, he spreads out the file and smiles. there it is again, finally. took him long enough

so sterling makes the call, files the plans, gathers the agents, gives the briefing, and off they go

but. they‘re not there. not them. sterling arrives at the scene of the crime con and it‘s just three. he shows up, having mentally rehearsed his entrance and the perfect delivery of the hello, nate, and he‘s just,,,, not there. there‘s eliot, glaring at him while finishing off a goon, ready to drop him and put all his angry attention on sterling. there‘s hardison, sticking his head out the van, glaring too. clearly still not forgetting or forgiving about the offices. and there‘s parker, obviously dressed like she played the part of the roper and exuding a confidence after a heist well planned and executed he‘s so far only seen on one face before. so sterling simply stops dead in his tracks

no. that‘s just,,,, wrong. and he‘s disappointed, almost. and very tired all of a sudden. and before eliot is even halfway across the lot, he just turns around and walks away. this is not what he signed up for. where‘s the fun in hunting these thieves if neither nate nor sophie are there to be prickled by his presence. fuck that. fuck the job

and so sterling retires. if nate ford can retire from being a fucking con artist then he can retire from interpol. and so he does. spends some time with olivia. takes a trip that isn‘t work related for the first time in ages. and by the gods he is bored out of his skull. and one day olivia tells him if he doesn‘t find something to do, she‘ll sign him up for some random ass activity for retirees (he‘s not that old, olivia, sweetheart, please)

and late one night over a glass of scotch he‘s mindlessly zapping through the channels on the tv. until he stops suddenly on a rerun of old magnum pi episodes. he used to be obsessed with this when he was younger. and nate teased him about it endlessly

now there‘s an idea

and so he pulls up some pages on his computer and the next day tells olivia he‘s got a new job, he‘ll be back for dinner, he‘s gonna go look at some office spaces downtown

#sterling pi shenanigans au #leverage #james sterling #…….rotating him in my head like a rotisserie chicken. sterling. bastard man my beloved <3 #he would make such a fun p.i

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nanamisflowerfield · 4 years ago

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Hi hi! A new follower here and I already enjoy my stay here :3 can I request courting hcs for the sea food trio + lilia? Thank you and good luck with all your wrinting, Nami-san!

btw, can I be 🍦 anon? uwu :3

Heyaaa!~ Enjoy it as much as you want, sweetheart! Thank you so much and thank you for following me!❤️❤️ I hope that you like it and have a great day, dear 🍦 anon!❤️

🐙 Azul will try to be the world greatest gentleman alive in hopes to court you correctly.

🐙 He doesn‘t know how to court humans, but he will read many books to figure a good way out.

🐙 But then it happened... You were maybe too oblivious or just playing with him. Was his flirting bad? Couldn‘t you get it?

🐙 Holding doors open for you, trying to help you whenever he can, complementing you always. Please, get it or else the sweet octopus-like man will get upset as hell!

🐙 When the tweels persuade him to flirt more with you, he will blush and wants to try it out, only to chicken out and storming away with the most reddest face he could possibly have.

🐙 When you try to court him, he will get all blushy and tries to hide his face. “P-Please, don‘t tease me...“ He stutters out.

🐬 Oh, Jade is a total pro in it! He knows how to do it perfectly and how he can make you fall for him in an instant.

🐬 But at first, he will try to be subtile. Making eye contact, holding your hand, brushing your hair away from your eyes, so he can stare into them.

🐬 If it helps and you blush or feel a small tingle, he will smirk to himself and get out the big guns...

🐬 Kissing your hands, sometimes even your cheeks and holding you close to him in hopes, that those actions might help him to court you.

🐬 But maybe you tried the same things? Could it be possible, that you were trying to do the same thing and that you might have feelings of love towards him too?

🐬 If you will do it, he will smile and accept your feelings in a heart beat. Going to your side and tell many students to walk off, so they could leave him and his great s/o alone.

🦈 Is he even trying to court you? He won‘t even realize at first, that he has some feelings for you. Floyd is an energetic eel, full of fun and mischievous!

🦈 Out of the sudden, he realizes that he has those strange feelings deep down and asks his dear brother and best friend about it.

🦈 They tell him that Floyd should court you and then his strange feelings will get stronger and makes him super happy.

🦈 Eager to get what he wants, Floyd will run to you and tries every advice his friends tell him.

🦈 Hell, if that won‘t work, he will be so direct to you and even asks you how you would wanted to get courted. “Shrimpyyyy! I don‘t know how to court you! You don‘t get anything... Tell me how...“ He will pout and grab your wrist to get your attention.

🦈 “You don‘t have to try anything, Floyd. I already like you a lot.“ You giggle, making him smile brightly. He will hug you so tight, that you can‘t even breath properly... “Good! Then I don‘t need to do so many exhausting things!~ Let‘s go, shrimpy! I want to play basketball!!“

🦇 Oh Lilia... Smart, mischievous, small Lilia... Emphasis on smart, because hell, does Lilia knows many ways of courting people.

🦇 He is old, like super old and even wrote a book; 'How To Court The One You Love', which is laying in Malleus desk, hidden from any person in Diasomnia.

🦇 He will use the advices he wrote down. Show his crush that he is interested, be friendly, nice and try to show every sign that he is courting them and many more...

🦇 The old fae even tries to befriend your friends in order to be closer to you!

🦇 But who would have guessed that his sweet little troublemaker would be interested in him too?

🦇 Smirking at your tries of courting the old fae, he will place his hands on your cheek and kiss your nose. “Good that we both wanted it. Fufufu~“

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saglovesu · 3 years ago

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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

— 𝘽𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡

previous | next

A/N: this is so much fun and I‘m rewatching the whole BU series rn so there‘ll prolly be more parts to come!! I‘m gonna turn this into a HQ x BU series cuz this is gold 😭

ALSO: I‘ll make a masterlist with haikyuu incorrect quotes where I‘ll link all the parts from the BU x HQ series aNDDD I‘ll do some other shows as well!! Maybe friends/Brooklyn 99 and others ;P

CW: swearing, mentions of death, descriptions of violence, LMK If I missed any!

Makki: Notably, none of the witnesses called an ambulance.

Mattsun: *chuckling* do you think there was one guy who was like, „I‘ll call- ohhhh.“

Makki: He just got a firm stare. Everyone just turned their head towards him. *imitates aggressive head turn*

♡

Nishinoya: Forty movies in 1920 equates to... two weeks of work?

Kinnoshita: yeah, 'cause they— the... (wheeze)

Nishinoya: this movie‘s called „Man drops Potato!“

Kinnoshita: Hahahaha! (Wheeze) hehehe...yeah.

♡

Daichi: not exactly a criminal manifesto

Sugawara: no. Hey, we‘ve all been to dinner with a Hindu prince.

♡

Tendou: pretty boring for him to be that way

Shirabu: well, uh—uh I mean I... maybe boring enough...

Tendou: maybe all of Hollywood ganged up on him...and said „this guy‘s a real buzzkill“

♡

Kita: A few love letters written by Mary to Taylor were found amongst Taylor‘s possessions. One of which read „Dearest, I love you, I love you, I love you. x x x x x x x x x X yours always, Mary.“

Kita: not exactly a poet.

Aran: (wheeze)

Kita: uh...(wheeze)

Aran: very insistent.

♡

Osamu: This is one of my favorite cases we‘ve ever covered. It‘s got pretty much everything you‘d want. It‘s got mystery, it‘s got history and it‘s got a train.

Atsumu: You‘re a big train guy?

Osamu: Yeah, I‘m a big fan of train mysteries. They‘re among my favorites.

Atsumu: well in that case.

Atsumu: ALL ABOOAAARD!!

Osamu:

Osamu: All right. I‘m not as excited anymore but let‘s get into it.

♡

Hinata: I just think, I thought this was a good opportunity for you, as a fellow Lord of the Rings tree, to provide some-

Kageyama: They‘re called Ents.

Hinata: whatever!

♡

Kuroo: for people who believe this— people that believe, maybe he wasn‘t pleased with his projector

Bokuto: mm-hmm

Kuroo: I think they‘re lacking perspective. You gotta remember, people didn‘t even know what the phrase „moving picture“ meant. So regardless of whether or not the picture was jumpy, he— he shows up to this event, he shows a picture that starts moving, people are gonna think this guy‘s a goddamn wizard.

Bokuto: yeah

Kuroo: they‘re gonna— they‘re gonna— they‘re not gonna be like „oh bro the quality‘s bad. It‘s not 1080p I don‘t fucking get it!“ I—if I existed back in this time and I saw a moving picture, I‘d probably think his camera was bewitched

Bokuto: I‘d kiss him on the f— on the lips! I‘d say „Sir,you‘ve done it!“

♡

Suna: Also, my mom was the kind of mom who, if I said that [„get out of my car“] to her, first, she‘d smack me, and secondly, I‘d have to get out.

Atsumu: yeah my mom once stopped the car and told me and my brother to get out.

Suna: No shit?

Atsumu: yeah we said „NO we‘re just kidding, we‘re not fighting!!“

Suna: what did you do to prompt that response?

Atsumu: I think we were just like, just fucking hitting each other in the back seat or something.

Suna: yeah

Atsumu: you know, classic brother stuff.

♡

Asahi: You heard those, right? That wasn‘t me just being crazy.

Daichi: I think I heard metal move, I don‘t know. I‘m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing, but I‘m dismissing it

♡

Komori: In 1923, this cavern collapsed after one of the stone support pillars was over-mined for the valuable ores inside of it.

Suna, chuckling: wait a minute- They were mining the support beams?

Komori, also chuckling: yeah

(Both burst out laughing)

Suna, imitating the miners: „Carl, I don‘t think you should do that. That‘s a sup-„ „nah, there‘s gold in here I know it!“

Komori, joining: „mind your own business, I‘m gonna strike it bare!“

♡

Semi: rumor has it that near the schoolhouse, there was a mass grave of children who died of the plague, feeding the spiritual activity within the house.

Tendou: so what‘s the factual basis behind the plague? What plague?

Semi: I don‘t know

Tendou: you- *bursts out laughing*

Semi: there‘s no records, all right? You know?

Tendou: what plague?? What, did a teacher just open her mouth and flies came out?

Semi: (laughs) I don‘t know! It says, rumor has it there‘s a mass grave.

Tendou: A lot of rumors in this one huh?

♡

[sitting in front of their next investigation subject]

Kiyoko: are you gonna be scared tonight to go over there?

Yachi: Yeah, I‘m gonna be scared, I‘m scared sitting here. I got scared by the rain!

♡

Sakusa: those were the days...

Bokuto: (wheeze) yeah

Sakusa: when one person could land somewhere and say, „this is a town now“

Bokuto: he‘s law and order

Sakusa: „welcome to Sakusaburg“

Bokuto: he‘s the doctor— (wheeze) Sak- to Sakusaburg

Sakusa: „we‘re all assholes here, none of us believes in ghosts“

Bokuto: Sakusasville— yeah,yeah, yeah

Sakusa: „population: me“

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years ago

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pls do something where Sirius fucks you on his motorcycle- thank you goodbye lmao

Motorcycle fun

Oh yes, I‘m🧎🏽‍♀️for that man. Hope you enjoy love :)

Warning: 18+, SMUTTY GIF BE CAREFUL

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You had decided to go along with the boys and Lily when they asked you to accompany them to the cinema. However there were some troubles on the way back home.

„You guys should get going soon, you have to work sweetheart“, Lily said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

„We can‘t just leave you like this“, you protested.

„Help will be there in about ten minutes, besides it‘s really late. Let Sirius take you home, we‘ll drive Remus.“

„That okay with you, Re?“ you asked, voice unsure.

He grinned at you, „‘Course it‘s fine, don‘t worry ‘bout it. And Sirius won‘t let you walk by yourself anyway.“

True to his word Sirius was leaning against his motorcycle, playing with a second helmet in his hands and smiled at you lovingly.

„Moony‘s right you know. C‘mon, let‘s get going.“

Hugging your friends you went over to let him secure the helmet. He had a hair tie in his hand and used to quickly get your hair out of the way, before he slipped the helmet on.

„Good?“

„Yeah, fine.“ you responded, admiring his face. God he was so close you could kiss him.

„You ready little girl?“ he drawled, eyes glinting in the moonlight.

You nodded, smiling back.

„Right, lets go then.“

Straddling the motorcycle he pulled it upright between his legs and you got an as well, wrapping your arms around his stomach. God, he‘s fucking fit. And his shirt is so thin you could feel his hot skin through the fabric. Looking back you saw Lily wink at you and the boys were grinning at Sirius, who took the liberty to flip them off, before the engine roared to life.

„Hold on tight love, don‘t want you to slip and hurt your pretty head“, Sirius yelled over the wind. You held him tighter, feeling his muscles flex under your hands. You felt his strong thighs beneath yours everytime he took a sharp turn. You could smell his cologne clearly in the passing wind. This man is pure sex appeal.

Sirius was hot and bothered as well. He was thinking about kissing you. About touching you right there and then. Flipping you over his seat and burying his face in your sweet cunt. He cleared his throat, the vibrations of his bike not helping. Fuck now he has a boner. He needs to get rid of it, right the fuck now or he‘ll crash.

You noticed him pull up to a gas station and he parked in a secluded area, killing the engine.

„Sorry love, need to use the restroom or I‘ll crash. Wait here alright?“

You stood up to give him space and told him not to hurry.

The moment he was out of sight you took off his helmet and let out a deep breath.

„How is he so fucking hot? And respectful?“ Your thoughts were all over the place and you took at look at his bike. It was huge really, your toes barley touched to ground when you got on. No wonder his thighs are so strong...

No. Stop.

You took a seat, not really caring the way your dress was riding up and exposing the edge of your panties. No one could see anyway.

„Damn, this is really nice.“ you said under your breath. Your hands glided over the handles and buttons and the way you were sitting on the warm seat made you aware of your throbbing clit. You rocked your hips a little, before your eyes widened in shame and you instantly stopped.

„Are you trying to kill me?“

Startled you turned around on the seat and Sirius was standing there. He was biting his lip, hands flexing at his sides and his smirk turned into a breathless laugh when he realized what you did seconds ago.

„Oh my god I swear I-“

He tutted, putting his hands in his pockets and came closer. Taking your chin in his hand his thumb came up to rest on your botto lip, pulling it from between your lips.

„Don‘t let me stop you, baby. Go ahead.“ His voice raspy as he focused his eyes on your mouth.

„But-“

His eyes flew up to hold your gaze, raising a brow.

„Go on, make yourself cum on my bike.“

Fuck, you wanted him so bad you‘d do anything to get him to touch you.

„Cum and I‘ll give you my cock.“

You whined a little at that, gripping the handles tighter and moved slowly, your clothed clit rubbing against the seat. Letting out a breathless moan you moved quicker, cursing softly when you felt yourself getting wet.

„Fuck baby, just like that...“

Sirius sat down behind you and draped his chest over your back. His hand grabbed your throat and pushed your head back to press a kiss on your parted mouth.

He moaned into the kiss when your ass grazed his erection and his right hand slipped into your panties to touch your clit.

„Oh Sirius fuck-“

He rubbed you faster and you moved your hips on his fingers, whining and whimpering for him to make you cum.

„You filthy baby and here I thought you were innocent. Wanted to take it slow with my precious love, but now I’m thinking you‘d rather enjoy me fucking you in the middle of a street.“

You cried out when your climax got closer, letting Sirius fuck you with his fingers and leaned back against his chest. His other hand grabbed your thighs to pull them up to your breasts and you cried out when he fingered you with three fingers at once.

„Fuck. Do you like me fucking you with my fingers? Not enough is it? Hm?“

The way he was hotly whispering against your ear made you beg for your realse.

„Please please please!“

He chuckled, not caring about your begging in the slightest. His fingers curled inside of you and found your spot, fucking it vigorously before he felt you tightening around him and stood up, licking his fingers.

„Lean back against the seat.“

You leaned back instantly, spreading your legs obscenely wide for him. He ripped your panties in the middle, kneeling to put his mouth on your clit. Sucking it hard he looked up at you with hungry eyes, fingers pushing in and out. Your legs were trembling and you cried out, trying to keep your eyes open to watch him make you cum.

„Cum in my mouth“, Sirius groaned and his tongue was on your clit again. With one more curl of his fingers you came, grabbing his head and grinding on his face, his nose smushed against your clit.

Sirius groaned at the taste, fingers pulling back to replace them with his mouth and he sucked until he had every last drop. He got up smearing his soaked fingers on your lips and pulled you into a kiss, both of you panting breathlessly.

Softly tracing his fingers on your cheeks he kept pressing gentle pecks on your open mouth, humming at the taste of your cum.

„Please“, you whimpered meekly, „please want you so bad...“

He sat on the seat between your open legs and pulled your hips closer, kissing you deeply. His hands made quick work of his belt, throwing it on the ground. You took over, never leaving his lips as you pulled him out of his jeans, stroking him.

„Mmm, fuck yes..“, Sirius panted against your lips.

You hooked your legs around his hips, rubbing the tip on your cunt and you moaned when he pushed you forward with his hand on your back. His cock stretched you wide, dragging against your clit as he did. He pulled you into the lotus position, so deep inside of you that you could feel every inch of his cock. You felt him throb inside of your cunt and he leaned forward, focing your back against the dashboard of his motorcycle. He placed his hands on the handles and started to fuck you mercilessly.

You cried out when he hit your spot with every push, pounding into you aggressively. Sirius moaned so loud you would have told him to keep it down if it wouldn’t have turned you on so much. He wasn‘t afraid so show you how good your were making him feel.

„Fuck so tight so tight“, he growled, „taking my cock so well. You were made for me to fuck you huh?“

„Yesyesyes please!“

You could barley talk because every thrust of his hips would push the air out of your lungs.

„Fucking slut, letting me fuck you in the middle of a street? Want everyone to see how you‘re my bitch?“

Sirius was getting more aggressive with every word, his own words riling him up to fuck you faster. You tugged at his hair and pulled him closer between your legs, crying out in pleasure. Your hand went to touch your neglected clit, but Sirius let out an irritated groan, slapping your hand away.

„You‘re gonna cum from my cock alone. Do. You. Understand?“

You shrieked when he angled his hips to repeatedly hit your spot, one hand wrapping around your throat. He placed his lips on yours to swallow your moans.

„Gonna cum gonna cum please!“

„Fuck cum baby, cum on my cock-“

You cried out one last time just as he pushed inside of you balls deep, stilling. He came in hot spurts, you felt him twitch inside of you as he let out choked moans. His forehead rested on yours, watching his cock cum inside of your cunt.

„So full Sirius, so full“, you whimpered and he kissed you deeply, rocking his hips slowly to empty himself.

„My good girl, fuck my precious love“, Sirius cooed, kissing your glassy eyes.

You smiled, pulling him closer to press small pecks on his mouth.

„My apartment is actually right there“, Sirius said, nervously chewing on his lip, his beautiful eyes darting back and forth between yours.

You gave him a relieved smile. „So this wasn‘t just once?“

He chuckled, pressing a kiss on your flushed cheek. „God no, if you‘ll have me?“

You beamed, „Of course, love.“

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius x you #hp marauders #marauders smut

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writingb-tch · 2 years ago

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Sex with … would include

Headcanons

Part 1

Let me know who I should do next ;)

This is only for the purpose of fun.

warnings: 18+, well basically anything here is just… dirty, so don‘t read further if this is not your cup of tea

Ok, so let‘s start with :

Checo Perez:

Eye contact. He wants to see you. He wants to see what he's doing with you. How much you're enjoying it, and most importantly, if you're enjoying it. He may not look it, but it's important to him that you like it. Plus, he loves it when he can see you moaning his name. He is sure he has never seen anything more beautiful.

By the way, he also likes to use this when you are in public. He stares into your eyes for hours, keeps you in his gaze for hours, until you return the look and he takes you somewhere where you can be alone, so he can push you against the nearest wall to make you realize how much he loves you. How beautiful he finds you.

Then it can also be that there is a quickie.

Because actually he likes :

Slow-fucking. He likes to take his time and fucks you very slowly. On the bed. On the sofa. In the car. He loves to thrust into you almost agonizingly slowly over and over again. Slowly and very purposefully. But sometimes so slow that you beg for him to finally finish you off.

That's what he's into, by the way. When you beg and plead for him to let you come. God he's into that. He loves to tease you until you're about to explode.

"Ask me to, babygirl."

He's damn good at sexting. The man is on the go a lot, but makes sure you don't forget about him. And believe me, he doesn't forget you either. Not for a second.

Even though he loves to tease you a little bit, he would never deny you a wish. He adores you and he will go down on his knees to you. He will eat you out but it's not his favorite if he is honest. He will still do it, if you ask him to.

Aftercare is not the best, but he will make sure you are clean again. After that he will let you cuddle on his chest while he watches silly little videos on Youtube together with you.

He is jealous as hell and thinks that every man finds you as attractive as he does. So all someone has to do is look at you and he could almost burst. You are his queen and no one else. And he will make sure you don‘t forget how much he loves you with everything he has

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dreamdropxoxo · 4 years ago

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Tattoo Shop AU - Part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Damen couldn‘t really say when the last time had been that he had been looking forward to a date quite that much. Probably never. After their first date, he had become just more sure that he wanted Laurent with a burning passion that surprised even him. He wanted to hold hands, kiss his cheek, bring him coffee, hold him close and all the other sappy shit he could think of, preferably for a very long time to come. It was surprising because Damen usually wasn‘t someone to be very excited about dates or relationships in general. He was, according to Nik, a slut— and there was really no argument Ddamen could have come up with to refute that assessment. He liked to have fun, he liked sex, he liked other people, however, he wasn‘t very good at committing to someone. Usually.

With his second date with Laurent in sight, he was almost unbearable, at least if one asked Nik, apparently, he behaved like a teenager with his first crush. Damen didn‘t mind if it meant he got to go on a lot more dates with Laurent.

Laurent didn’t disappoint. He was just as intriguing, funny and wip-fast as always and Damen felt his knees go weak when the other man smiled at him, a sharp, little thing, as if the blond man knew exactly what Damen was thinking when they were leaving. It wouldn’t have surprised him if Laurent, indeed, did know about the thoughts flitting through his head.

They returned to Laurent‘s apartment and the blond offered Damen a drink, who was very grateful because he needed something to do with his hands that was not touching Laurent.

“Now, let‘s see what you‘re hiding, Damianos. I‘m waiting,“ Laurent drawled in that way of his that made Damen so weak. He couldn‘t help himself, he choked on his spit, only a little, but it made him suck in a desperate breath. Those blue eyes never left him and he wasn’t quite sure what made him feel hotter, the fact that Laurent wanted to see him without a shirt on or the look that was thrown his way. Fact was that he was feeling very hot.

Yet, his hands were steady when he brought them to the first button. He had undressed for other people a million times before. Still, he couldn’t remember anyone ever watching him like this. Laurent held his eyes steadily, there was no flicker down from his face, there was no hot burning passion in his gaze, however, there was a controlled kind of hunger and Damen wanted to see how the blond man would unleash all of it upon him.

When the shirt fell open around his chest, Laurent came closer. He was still studying Damen’s expression. He would have looked detached if Damen hadn’t seen his pupils, blown so wide that they were almost swallowing the blue of his eyes.

“May I?“, he asked softly and now even Damen, with all his experience and frequently changing, gorgeous partners, had to pause in his undressing to concentrate on breathing. It should have been ridiculous, asking for permission for something that he so obviously wanted, but instead it made his throat tighten, made his chest constrict.

“Yes. Please,“ he gave permission and when Laurent’s fingertips brushed over his warm skin, it felt like the first time someone touched him intimately. Damen felt goosebumps break out all over his skin. Laurent finally let his gaze drop as he unbuttoned the rest of Damen’s shirt in efficient, unhurried movements. Gently, he pushed it over Damen’s shoulders. His hands were ghosting over his skin, almost no contact at all and it had Damen utterly speechless.

“Oh my,“ Laurent said, his voice carrying no hint of surprise, “look at you.“ And damn, if that didn’t make Damen’s abs tense with gut wrenching arousal coursing through him. The blond man took him in, he let his eyes wander over Damen’s torso and with every second of it Damen felt the arousal stirr inside of him.

He reached out, slowly to give Laurent the chance to pull back, and grasped his hand. He pressed the pale, long fingers against his collarbone. It was permission as much as it was a request and Laurent lifted his eyes up to his face.

“What would you like from me?“

“Whatever you are willing to give.“ Damen knew it was true. He wanted the man badly, but he would never pressure him into something he didn’t want. He doubted he could. Laurent would let himself be pushed towards something that made him uncomfortable. He felt his heart pound, and could hear the blood rushing in his ears. He tried to concentrate on something else. It was easier to do than he would have imagined, but Laurent was right there and was there a flush high on his cheeks? Damen could only stare, already utterly distracted by the man before him. He looked so lovely.

Laurent hummed in thought. His eyes were firmly fixed on Damen’s chest. “Have I ever told you how much I like pierced men? I think I haven‘t.“

“You haven‘t,“ Damen confirmed, almost dizzy with it.

Laurent let his hand wander from Damen‘s collarbone down over his chest to his nipple, where a ball closure ring glinted golden in the light of the room. “I think it‘s really fucking hot. I‘d even go as far as saying that you‘re the most attractive guy I‘ve ever seen.“ He gently tugged on the golden piercing before lifting his eyes up to Damen‘s. “Ever considered wearing jewellery with it? I‘m sure a waterfall gold chain would look amazing on you.“

Damen‘s brain short circuited. He wasn‘t able to form words anymore so he only nodded.

Laurent‘s grin turned predatory. “Would you show me?“

There was only one answer really, “Yes.“ Laurent still had his hand on Damen’s chest and his fingers were toying with the golden ring. However, his eyes were drawn to the golden surface piercings with the red rubies on Damen’s ribs.

“How many piercings do you have?“ Laurent asked, sounding a little breathy.

Damen honestly couldn‘t remember. “A few,“ he replied helplessly and Laurent inhaled sharply, “I‘ll show you, if you‘ll let me.“

Now, Laurent let his hand wander down Damen‘s body to the surface piercings. “I‘d like that.“

#captive prince #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos #lamen #laurenr x damen #damen x laurent #piercing and tattoo shop #piercing and tattoo shop au #damen‘s piercings make an appearance #part 8 #damen‘s POV

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unloved-cadillac · 4 years ago

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So Much For Your Happy Ending. (Levi x Reader)

Summary: a soulmate au where you have matching tattoos that moves around your body.

C/n: let me know how you guys are. I miss you.

Eighteen years old.

That’s when everybody gets their tattoo. Nobody knows exactly how it happens, but all they know is that at the time that you were born on your eighteenth birthday, a beautiful tattoo will form on your left forearm then it will begin to move around your body.

It’s fun sometimes because you could wake up in the morning and see your tattoo plastered on your face, or on your butt cheek. Very odd but fun nonetheless.

You had a blue wing that flapped and “flew” around your body. Your friends always enjoyed watching yours more than their own because yours seemed to listen to you.

“Tell it fly again.” Niccolo says as he looks at the wing, which was currently on your hand. “Okay,” you look at the wing, “fly.” You whisper and it flutters and moves up your arm. “Oooo.” Your friends say in awe of your tattoo. “You got such a cool one, Y/n. I got stuck with a potato. A potato! What the fuck?! I mean, I love cooking, sure. But you would think I’d get a knife or something.” Niccolo says as he drinks his soda. “Oh, Nic. Calm down. You’ll find her soon.” You pat Niccolo’s shoulder and he smiles. “How the hell did that dipshit find his soulmate so quickly? We aren’t even 21 yet.” Niccolo motions to Eren who was sitting with his girlfriend, feeding her fries.

“Well, you have to understand that they have been friends since childhood. They both turned 18 and had the same tattoos. It was sweet actually.” You say and he scoffs. “Cheer up, Nic! Maybe potato girl will show up soon.” Yelena wraps her arms around his shoulders. “But a potato! Seriously?!”

Everyone laughs and you get back to looking at your tattoo. It seemed to twitch every now and then which made you a bit worried because it never did that. But you spoke to it when you were alone. Telling it that wherever that your soulmate was, that you already love them and to be safe. That seemed to calm it down but the worry still hid behind your mind.

Recently, all you have been feeling was sick. Your leg and hands always hurt and you had consistent headaches. It only began a week ago and you even went to the doctors but they couldn’t give a diagnosis. You tried drinking water and pills but it didn’t help.

You decided to try and ignore it, figuring it was probably stress from all the assignments you had, and carried on with your life.

It was a month after your aches and pains began and you were lying in your bed texting your friends. Apparently, Niccolo finally found his soulmate. Her name was Sasha and she loved potatoes.

- Y: When are we meeting her?

- N: soon. How’s tomorrow?

- Y: sounds good. Y/n?

- You: yeah. Perfect.

You turn your phone off and lay down. Your tattoo began to flinch again and, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but it seemed like it’s royal blue color began to fade. You shook your head and fell asleep.

~~~~

‘Is he okay?’

‘No. He’s in critical condition. The car slammed into him and he raptured his whole left ribs and it pierced his internal organs. One being his heart.’

‘Oh my god. What now? Can you save him?’

‘We have to wait and see. We removed the bits and pieces but it was pierced too far in.’

The friends and family sat down and a blond boy held his mother as she cried. He looked down on his brother who had an oxygen tube in his mouth and bandages around him.

His tattoo beginning to fade.

~~~~

“Ladies, this is Sasha. Sasha, these are my two girls who I’ve known since kindergarten. Yelena and Y/n.” Niccolo introduces the two of you to the smiling brunette and she hugged you. “It’s so lovely to meet you.” She says and Yelena laughs. “Lovely to meet you too, Sasha. Are you hungry?” Yelena asks and Sasha’s eyes brighten up. “Always. Niccolo cooked me some his favorite dishes and it was amazing. I heard there’s a really cool restaurant on this side of town.” Sasha says and you nod. “Yeah. It has one, if not the best, seafood. Shall we?” You motion for all of them to walk and the four of you go to the restaurant.

Niccolo walked in front with Sasha while Yelena walked with you behind them. “You okay?” Yelena asks you as you look at your tattoo. “I don’t know. I feel..off? I don’t know. Something’s wrong.”

“Is it your soulmate?”

You shrug your shoulders and Yelena places her hand on your head. “Your temp is a bit high. Have something cold when we get to the restaurant.” You nod and Yelena hugs your shoulders. “It’ll be okay.”

In the restaurant, which was way more exquisite and classy than you thought it was, the four of you say and ordered. Niccolo insisted on getting only the best for Sasha since she had to leave in two days.

“What are you studying, Sasha?” You ask as you sip your water. “I’m majoring in art. I wanted to become a chef but the odds were always against me. Figures since this one is studying to be one.” She nudges Niccolo who had a faint blush on. “Let‘s see your tattoos.” Yelena says and they both show their forearms.

The potato’s both had flowers on it. Sasha’s were green, Niccolo’s favorite color, and Niccolo’s had red, Sasha’s favorite. “I read an article saying that when you meet your soulmate, it grows flowers and doesn’t move anymore. But the flowers thing isn’t consistent with everyone.” Niccolo says and looks at the two of you. “Ah. Nice.” Yelena says and you nod.

“Let’s see yours!” Sasha says and you roll up your sleeve and Yelena shows her arm. She had a butterfly, but it’s wings were multi colored. “That’s so beautiful, Yelena.” Sasha compliments her and Yelena smiles. “I bet my soulmate is so beautiful. And calm. Like a butterfly.” Yelena gets lost in thought and Niccolo slaps her hand. “Ow!” “Snap out of it.” He jokes and she shows her tongue at him.

“What about yours, Y/n?”

You look on your left arm to see it still twitching and flinching and when you show Sasha, her head tilts. It’s quiet and then she gasps softly. “What?” You ask and she looks up at you, with a shock. “Y/n, have you been feeling sick or like, aching everywhere?” Sasha asks and you nod. “Yeah. Why?”

Sasha scratches her head and looks at Niccolo like she was about to cry. “Honey, what’s wrong?” He cups her cheek and then she looks at you. “Y/n. I have a friend. He was in a terrible car accident a few days ago. He’s tattoo was a blue wing just like yours on his arm.” She points to yours and you gasp. “Levi is a great guy. But the accident..it was so bad. The doctors don’t think he’ll make it.” She whispers and you wake up suddenly. “No. H-How? I, this can’t be real. Where is he, Sasha? Which hospital?” You ask and she tells you the hospital is in the middle of town.

You didn’t wait. You ran outside the restaurant straight to a taxi. You told the driver your destination and your phone rings. “Yeah?” You answer not looking at the caller ID. “Y/n. His name is Levi Ackerman. Ask for that name. I’ll meet you there.” Yelena tells you and you cut the call.

Few minutes passed and you finally went to the hospital. Your body became numb all of a sudden. You took whatever strength you could and rant o the receptionist. “L-Levi Ackerman. I need to see him. What room is he in?” You ask and the lady asks who you are and if you’re family.

“I-I’M HIS SOULMATE! Please let me see him!”

When she told you the room, you ran to it. You started to burn and ache but finally, after flights of stairs, you made it to him.

Some people stood outside the room and you sniff as your tears started to fall. A lady with glasses approached you.

“Who are you?” She asks, her voice coarse and rough. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m here for Levi Ackerman.”

The lady nods and looks at your neck when her eyes widen. “Your tattoo...you’re his..?” She asks softly and you nod. Another boy comes out of the room and his eyes land on you. Suddenly, a pain shoots through your body, especially your left side and you fall to the floor clutching your chest.

“Please. L-Let me see him.” You breathe out and Hange helps you up. When the boy and her take you to Levi, you felt your heart stop.

An older woman cried as she held the unconscious man’s hand and the sound of a beep filled the room. You looked at him and stood next to him as you tried to understand what the hell is happening.

The Doctor comes rushing in, pushing everyone aside and begins to perform CPR on Levi but unfortunately, it was too late. The woman looked at you while you stared at your tattoo.

It was gone.

It had turned into ash and fell off of your body and you looked up to see Levi. You slowly made your way, on stumbling feet, and sat next to him.

Your eyes searched his body and you just saw his royal blue wing fade and disappear. Your eyes widen and you couldn’t help but cry. “No..” you whisper as you hold his hand.

“No. No this can’t be real. We didn’t even meet yet! I didn’t hear your voice yet! I didn’t see your eyes! Levi! You can’t leave me so soon! Please! I didn’t even get to tell you that I love you. We didn’t get to have a date! Please! Come back!”

You cry as you rest your head on his chest, praying you will hear his heartbeat. He was still warm. He felt like home already. You meant to be in his arms. But not like this. Not when he didn’t wrap them around you. Not without him kissing your head and telling you that he loved you. Not like this.

You hugged him for one last time before waking up and looking at his face. Even though he had so much of bruises and scars, he was so handsome. His black hair and pink lips. Even though they were bruised, you still leaned up and laid a gentle kiss on them.

“I love you.”

The nurses came and took Levi away and you left standing there while the older woman looked at you. “Excuse me?” She calls and you look at her. “I’m Levi’s mother, Kuchel. I heard you said that you didn’t meet him yet?” She asks and you nod. Her eyes swell up with tears. “Oh, sweetheart.” She brings you in for a hug as you both cried in each other’s embrace.

Yelena, Niccolo and Sasha were there too. And it sucked that they had to see you like this. Sasha saw Connie, Jean and Hange and introduced Niccolo and Yelena to them. “Y/n just lost her soulmate, didn’t she?” Niccolo asks and they nod. “It was no use. He slipped into a comma and the injuries were far to lethal. It all happened so fast.” Jean whispers as he looks at you and Kuchel speak.

Later that night, you sat against your bedroom window and looked out at the sky. The night sky had no stars and it was pitch black. It’s like the world new that you had just lost your other half and decided to mourn with you.

Not everyone got to meet their soulmate. And that was the harsh reality that you had to live with.

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #captain levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #levi heichou #aot x reader #snk fanfiction #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #captain levi fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin fanfiction

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waiting-for-motivation · 5 years ago

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cariño

spanish for love, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, honey, sunshine, darling

summary: Diego invites his siblings to his apartment because he wants them to meet his girlfriend (and his cat). During dinner the Hargreeves siblings discover how soft and loving their brother can be.

request: Fic about Diego and the reader dancing and laughing and messing around and all his siblings spying on him and watching him having fun and being happy he found someone who loves him. ~ anon

+ Fic about being Diego’s gf and meeting his siblings at a family dinner. And they see how soft and happy he is around the reader. Thanks boo. ~ anon

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

warnings: fluff, Diego is really soft, A CAT!!!

words: 1113

a/n: I hope you enjoy it :)) (I don‘t speak spanish so if I made a mistake, tell me!)

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Diego enters the messy kitchen and wraps his arms around his girlfriend once he reaches the stove she is currently working on. He buries his face in her neck and kisses a trail from her free shoulder to her ear. Diego just woke up because he was up all night doing his vigilant job and saving lives. Of course, he is still sleepy.

“Come back to bed. We can order something tonight. My siblings wont care, I promise“, Diego tries to convince (Y/n) to stop cocking and baking. The man isn‘t even sure if their guests will actually come. It‘s not like he is important to the Hargreeves siblings.

“No, we can‘t. I want to make them to feel at home here, more at home than they ever felt at the academy. And I don‘t want them to hate me“, the female explains and starts to stir some kind of soup. (Y/n) turns her head so that she can place a kiss on Diegos pouting lips.

“No one could ever hate you, baby“, the man whispers in her ear when she turns back to the stove. With a grin on his lips Diego nibbles at her earlobe, making the female giggle.

Four hours later all the food is made and the kitchen is clean again. Diego walked back to bed after he realized that he wouldn‘t get his girlfriend out of the kitchen soon. His nap gets interrupted by (Y/n) trying to figure out what to wear.

Diego crawls over the bed to eye his half-naked girlfriend closer. He watches her get dressed and admires her gorgeous body with and without clothes.

“Stop staring, pervert“, (Y/n) giggles and throws a dark red shirt at her boyfriend, covering his whole face with the fabric. “Get dressed. Your siblings will be here soon“, she reminds him and sits down on the bed next to him. She starts to tousle his hair which got longer the last few months.

“Don‘t remind me of that“, Diego sighs and gets up to take a trouser from the cabinet. Slowly, he puts on his clothes. Purposely, he lets the shirt fall over his tights and then turns to his girlfriend. (Y/n) stood up while he buttoned his shirt up. With a grin she tucks the end of his dark red shirt into his trouser.

Hardly that her hands left his trouser, Diego wraps his arms around her waist and hoists her up so that her legs no longer touch the ground. He swirls her around and both laugh, filled with so much happiness at this moment.

“I think I need to throw up“, a young voice says and startles the couple. While Diego presses his girlfriend against his body, her feet still in the air, he pulls a knife and throws it at the interrupter. In the last second the knife curves past the face of a boy and bores itself into the wall. (Y/n) sighs.

“What happened to no knives during the family dinner?“, the female asks a bit annoyed and finally stands on her own after Diego set her down. He doesn‘t even mind his girlfriends words. His brown eyes are focused on his siblings.

“Five let us in“, Vanya explains. All of the Hargreeves siblings seem to be nervous and anxious too. The tension disappears the moment a cat enters the bedroom as if it‘s his own. Cariño cuddles his way through the legs of the visitors until he reaches Diego.

“Well then...let‘s go to the living room“, (Y/n) says as she picks up the cat and presses it against Diegos chest. She looks at him as if she would like to say: Your cat, your responsibility.

Soon, all of the Hargreeves siblings are sitting around the table in the living room. Cariño is currently sitting on Klaus‘ lap. He was already greeting Vanya and Five, the others will be cuddled later.

Diego sets the last bowl of food on the table, and they start to eat. At first, silence fills the room but then the siblings as well as Diegos girlfriend start to get each other better.

“When we were ten he hid every piece of my clothing in one night. I never found my favorite skirt thanks to him.“

“Don‘t forget the one time he murdered all of my plushies with his knives!“

“What about the time he stole dads monocle?“

Laughter fills the living room and the people in it feel more comfortable and at home. Even Diego laughs although his siblings make fun of him. Cariño is sitting on his lap while he holds hands with his girlfriend under the table. The soft touch helped him calm down at first, but now it‘s just feeling their shared love.

“I would have never taken you for a cat-person, Diego“, Allison says as the cat walks from lap to lap and finally cuddles against the female. It makes her lips form a smile.

“Well, I found him in an alley injured and scared. He probably was a stray“, Diego tells and watches his sister pet Cariño. Allison starts to caress the cats broken ear which makes him purr.

After a few more minuten in which everyone agrees on how cute Cariño is and that Diego got a softie, the man stands up and starts to clear up the table. (Y/n) wants to help him, but he shakes his head and places a hand on her cheek, kissing her forehead. Then he snaps his fingers and Luther, Klaus and Five help him.

“What did you do to our brother?“, Vanya asks. If there wouldn’t be a smile on her lips, Diegos girlfriend would have thought that she was mad at her.

“What do you mean?“, (Y/n) asks with a confused expression and watches Cariño jump from Allisons lap. He walks under the table and presses his head again and again against (Y/n)s legs.

“He is so...soft“, Allison explains and looks up startled when the men return.

The group decides that they should continue their conversation on the couch. The moment (Y/n) wants to stand up, Diego is already at her side and picks her up bridal style. Together with his love in his arms, the man walks to the armchair and sits down with her on his lap. Cariño follows them a little jealous.

The Hargreeves siblings watch their brother and his girlfriend cuddle in the armchair and happy smiles appear on their lips. They are happy that Diego is happy finally.

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego x reader #diego imagine #the umbrella academy

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wonwoosthetic · 3 years ago

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Chapter 10 of Amour-Haine... let's unpack it 😭

The plot/character development!! I'm so glad y/n and wonwoo started to address their interesting relationship. I didn't really know where it was going and I'm not sure how much backstory you added to the characters but it's the first time I'm piecing back stories together and sympathizing with both characters.

We haven't been in wonwoo's head a lot but from y/n's POV, I'm like "oh this makes sense... yeah I'd also be furious towards any man who was acting like wonwoo." On the other hand, I think his character is also quite complex and still mysterious to me. Feels like there's more to unfold. Although... Sometimes I'm just like "YOU TWO NEED TO STOP THE BANTER AND COMMUNICATE" 😭 I'm mainly just looking out for my girl y/n here

I'm very interested in the future of this situationship they got going on.... Being two main leaders of the company and having sex in public *tsk tsk* all the while there's shadiness going on with the lawsuit/the Ex.

I hope y/n can safely get out of wonwoo's office omg I am STREsSing. Her dad of all people walking in ... oMg. The smut was ✨ everything ✨ though 👏👏 dying at the ear whispering dialogue ohMy

Let‘s unpack it😭😂🫣

You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that!!😭😭 omg… I’m literally so glad that you noticed that and were able to look back an some things throughout the story!! I have quite a lot of backstory prepared that will unravel as the story goes on - it will explain Wonwoo‘s persona and characteristics and make you, hopefully, understand some if his actions. You already know about Y/N‘s backstory a little bit but there‘s more to come🤗 I hope you‘ll like it!!!

Yes, there‘s nothing from Wonwoo‘s pov… yet…🫢🤫👀 I’ve been thinking of maybe adding “extra-chapters” later (when the story is done), so you also get a look into his head. Let‘s see🤗 wonwoo is a very complex men but I hope that his backstory will explain it (or at least most of it). And I‘m very happy to hear that you understand most of it from Y/N’s pov🤗 COMMUNICATION IS KEY and there will be more in future chapters :) once they’ve got their shit together and know where this is going

There’s certain things I would never allow to happen in real life but always in written work and this is one of the things🫣😂 I just had to include some fun time in the office, this is about smut after all��😬 I’m so excited for the future of this series and what’s going to happen and to show you!!!🤗🤭

I mean… she’s pretty tied up😅 but she’ll make it… kind of… there are no buttons on her blouse anymore but oh well😂

Thank you so much for enjoying this chapter and being so insanely supportive of my work!!!🥹♥️ it’s always exciting to see your comments and words😭♥️

#thank you from the bottom of my heart #I always get so excited reading long messages like this #THANK YOUUUU🤗♥️

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Scared & Sacred - Ch. 6

Pairing: Din Djarin x pregnant!Reader Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible. Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, canon typical violence, helmetless Din, emotional wedding, evil Bo-Katan, canon divergent, not proofread

M A S T E R L I S T

Chapter 6 - Mand’alor

*Urgent Message* Din pressed the button to play the transmission. „There is a group of Mandalorians attacking several empire and rebellion outposts. You happen to know them?“ Greef‘s voice asked through the white noise. „How many?“ „Three or four, my sources aren‘t quite sure.“ „Did they see any specific weapons?“ Grumbling he leaned his heat against the back of the pilot‘s seat. „Some kind of sword they said.“ A sigh left the Mandalorian‘s lungs. „Last location?“ „Heading towards Nevarro.“ His face went grim. „I‘m on my way.“ The transmission stopped. „Great.“ He mumbled, „Way to ruin my great day.“

It wasn‘t long until both of you were prepared and in hyperspace en route to Nevarro. There was more info coming through over time. Two female, one male, dark sword, incredibly ruthless, preaching like a Moff and talking about Mandalore and revenge. „Great.“ Din mumbled next to you and aggressively punched the button turning the message off. „So it‘s Bo-Katan.“ „Seems like it.“ „And she seeks revenge.“ „Apparently.“ „And that dark saber seems to hold some relevance to that.“ „I have no clue.“ You heard another sigh from him. „What?“ „It‘s just...I had something else planned today. Specifically today.“ „Oh.“ You pouted and took his gloved hands. „It was supposed to be a surprise for you.“ He went on and put his other hand on top of yours. „Oh?“ You looked up at his visor with those soft eyes that usually made him melt. „Yes, and the whole village was in on it. Why does this crazy lady need to do her saber revenge trip today? I just wanted to have a great celebration of us with some friends. Can‘t even have that.“ You never saw him so emotional about something and your eyes widened. „It‘s alright, Din. Whatever it is surely can wait. I know that I can.“ You gave him a reassuring smile. „Besides, you should put that anger into stopping her.“ He nodded sharply.

„Your people stood with the empire destroying my religion‘s planet. And for that you will pay.“ You heard the yelling from afar. „You and Greef take Koska, I‘ll take her.“ You nodded and you both started running. A big chaos broke out in the city center just seconds later. „You really think you can win against me?“ Koska chuckled towards your defensive stance. „Yes.“ Greef behind her took her guns from her holsters. A series of kicks and throws against Greef ended up with one of her blasters in your hand and one of them back in her hand, holding it against Greefs back.. You heard her talk but didn‘t really listen. Concentration went towards aiming at that spot at her neck that was without armor. You pulled the trigger, hit, aimed for the free hip, pulled the trigger, hit. Standing over her you took her blaster away. „I learned from a bounty hunting Mandalorian. You really think you can win against me?“ You smirked hearing a pained and annoyed grumble.

The saber made an eerie sound against the braces on Din‘s arms. „I can‘t believe one of my own brothers is turning against me. As if our kind hasn‘t been torn apart enough.“ „You are killing innocent people. You are no better than the people during the purge.“ He groaned and pushed against her. „They were complicit.“ „Because not everyone is willing to give their life for change in the galaxy.“ „Weak-minded.“ „Killing them won‘t change the past, Bo!“ „No, but it means it won‘t be repeated.“ „Genocides will never stop happening in this galaxy. But fighting innocent people plants hatred for our kind in the minds of children. Don‘t you think they will be the ones to repeat the purge?“ He growled strained by all the fighting. „No.“ She sounded feral, „And you‘ll die just like them for your betrayal.“ „Not on the day I was supposed to marry.“ He gathered all his strength and she was off-guard for that one milli-second, landing on the floor with the saber falling from her hand. His knee landed on her chest plate, grabbing the saber, lighting it up and holding it against her neck. „I won‘t kill you, if you give me a reason not to.“ He said out of breath. „You have won against me in a fair fight. That weapon is yours now. It makes you the ruler of Mandalore. You despise my views. I don‘t see a reason for you to keep your enemies alive.“ He couldn‘t kill her. He just couldn’t. It didn’t feel like the right thing to do. In the blink of an eye a blastershot whizzed past him into her shoulder, „Traitor.“ „You chose a fierce Queen of Mandalore, Mand‘alor.“ „I know.“ He stood up and nodded at Greef to get the rest done.

„So...do we go to Mandalore now?“ You looked up at him once you were close to the Crest. „If you promise to become my Queen there.“ You could hear his smile. His hand wandered beneath your chin, „Queen Y/N, Clan of Djarin.“ „It would be the greatest honor.“ „Great, cause I had a whole wedding on Sorgan planned today, let‘s make it a two part adventure.“ „You did what?“ „Nothing.“ He innocently answered and opened the Crests ramp, leaving you there with your mouth agape.

About a day later everyone had finally arrived like Din wanted. On Mandalore, with him as the taxi driver, in a palace he didn‘t know, but with support of a not too small group of local Mandalorians that seemed friendly to him.

It‘s not like it was a big crowd. Maybe twenty people total. Some of the people you met on your travels and a couple friends from Sorgan. They had brought all the food they had already prepared, Omera helping you put on the beautiful light blue dress. „You look gorgeous, princess.“ She rubbed your arms and smiled proudly. „I‘m nervous.“ „Nothing to be nervous about. You‘ll marry a man who loves you, around people who support you. Nothing to worry about.“ You took a deep breath in and out, „Alright, I‘m ready.“

The old hymn of your family played as the double doors were opened by Mandalorians and you saw the big room filled with only the essential people. At the end of the aisle you could see Din in his full armor with his back to you. You walked towards him with Omera and Winta right behind you as your support. He had kept the dress stored away until earlier in the day, it fit perfectly. Left and right you could see familiar faces smile. Their last wedding must’ve been a while ago too. The war had made the bigger festivities so rare.

You came to a hold next to your helmeted man, his helmet went to your side and you didn’t have to see or hear him, you saw the positive shock and awestruckness in his body language. You gave a wide excited smile back up at him and the person marrying you both started talking. You only listened with one ear, the other went to the happy noises from Grogu and your eyes were still on the helmet in front of you. “Din Djarin, Ruler of Mandalore, repeat these words after me. Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” He had both your hands in his hands and pressed his thumbs into the backs of your hands for a second before the ceremony master turned towards you with Din’s wedding symbols for you. He took the beskar ring off of the black little pillow and held your hand higher and more delicately. A tear dropped down and his eyes beneath the helmet looked up for a second to make sure they were tears of joy before pushing the ring onto your finger. Then he took a necklace, the pendant on it was the same as his clan signet. Gently he put it over your head and around your neck. “Y/N, you are now of the Djarin clan. Honor this signet and what it stands for.” You nodded before pushing some of your tears aside and taking a deep breath. “Y/N, Princess of Karaku, repeat these words after me. Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus tome.” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi solus dar’tome” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi me’dinui an.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” “Mhi ba’juri verde.” While the ceremony master turned back to get your things you heard Din chuckle. “Don’t make fun of my accent!” You grinned up at him. The room giggled for a bit and went silent as the ceremony master turned forward again. Din removed his gloves for you to put the ring on him and saw your shakiness, “Breathe.” The ring landed on his finger and both of you looked back up to the man marrying you. “Din Djarin, you are now Prince of Karaku. Honor your new duty and don’t take it lightly.” The room cheered at you both finally being wife and husband, but it wasn’t over yet.

The ceremony master handed you paint and you gave a proud wide smile in return. “The greatest honor for a Mandalorian is to wear his beliefs in beskar and color.” You took the first of the three colors, “Symbolically your partner will now honor this belief with you.” You took the brush and the man spoke, “Blue, represents reliability. This is for your foundling, your bounty hunting and protecting your partner.” You painted the outline of his visor before taking the next color. “White, a color representing a new start. It stands for your marriage, taking on the duties of the Mand’alor and family life.” You painted the indents of his armor’s “cheeks” and grinned before going for the third color. “Red, stands for honoring a parent. You’ll be wearing it to honor your birth parents, your lost clan and to remind yourself of your duties as a father.” You painted it along the middle part on top of the head. The paint was just symbolic and the actual paint would come later, but that red meant a lot to him and you knew it. “Wear these colors with pride and let them remind you of your values.” “Thank you, I’ll wear them with honor.” He nodded and looked back at you. “You may kiss your partner.” The man pointed out. Din’s hands wandered to your cheeks before softly leaning his helmet against your forehead. You had learned that it was called a Keldabe kiss. Your hands slowly wandered from the sides of his helmet to grab around the lower edge. He leaned his head back again and it felt like you could see the smile through the visor. The little hissing sound came as you released the helmet on his head. The room got a little hush hush. Some of them had never seen him without his helmet and still knew him as a strict man of his creed. Watery brown eyes were the first thing you saw and gave a little pout before being pulled closer for a real wedding kiss. Everyone in the room went wild now and you’d lie if you said you both didn’t giggle like children about it while kissing. “Hello Queen Djarin,” he whispered into your ear and landed himself in an attack of little kisses all over his face.

The room had calmed shortly after and everyone was preparing the food they initially had made for yesterday. Din stole you away to another room for a minute. “You look gorgeous. I think I forgot to breathe a couple times.” He kneeled down to kiss your belly, “And my Princess looks amazing too.” “You made me a necklace of your signet.” You gave him doe eyes ones he stood up normally again. “Of course. You’re part of my clan now.” His hand was covering the side of your face and his thumb caressed your cheek. Right until you decided to jump up and attack him with a passionate kiss. “I love you.” He mumbled between kisses. “Love you too.” You got out too. He came up for air and chuckled, “Forgot how much you like me in armor without the helmet on my head.” “So much.” You pouted again. “We need to go back or they’ll steal all the good food before we get there.” His smile was wide. You sighed but nodded in agreement.

You entered the room to Grogu walking all over the table begging for food with his big eyes. And you saw Peli making a beeline towards you, “Hell, if I would’ve known such a handsome face was under that tin bucket, I would’ve went a little easier on you.” She pressed together his face and he looked over to you with his look screaming, *Help! Is this what grandmothers are like for Non-Mandalorians?* “Peli…” She let him go, “Of course, but ya could’ve warned us about that.” “What? The handsome face or the removal of the helmet?” You grinned and winked at her. “Ideally both. Come over, I saved you some of the tukal filled breads.” Truly a bit of a grandma. He sighed as she went to her seat and you giggled, “Be grateful for all the love, cyare.” “I’m really trying, mesh’la. I really am.”

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