#so much flora and fauna this week

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: The mansion is a place of misery from the foundation up. Plants grow directly from the walls, trees up from the floorboards, the outside trying desperately to swallow the evil thing whole.

[lynnsmix]

FLEETING. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ h. haddock x reader

summary : After a good few weeks of you and Hiccup throwing playful quips and jests at each other that border the line between being sassy and being flirtatious, that back and forth all comes to an end when you finally need to go. After a good talk with Astrid (she barely even said anything), Hiccup finally comes to terms with his feelings about you, but it might be too late.

word count : 4.82k words

tags : rtte!hiccup, fem!reader, herbalist!reader, exile!reader, dragonrider!reader, fluff, love confessions, kisses, awkward teen romance, jokes about possible Haddock heirs, mild angst, no use of y/n of (name)

author's note : yes we getting emotional hiccup with this one!! anyway, thank you so much for all the love my previous fics are getting, i didn't know so many people would like them ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) i love every single one of you guys who liked my fics and the ones who reposted them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

PART 1: ROGUE TAMER ⋆˙⟡

It's been a while since you've been accustomed to this dynamic of being with the Dragons Riders. You've learned to like them, they were all weird and sometimes rude, but they all had their good sides most of the time.

And that's where you are with them, at a random island picking up various herbs from the ground. You were accompanied with Astrid and Hiccup, the others collecting the other ingredients for the mixture you always made for the Whispering Death.

Kneeling on one knee, you look up to see Hiccup and Astrid help you gather the fauna. Hiccup was focused on making small talk with Astrid as they foraged, not noticing you at all while you stare at him in awe.

You've been doing this all to much, lately.

Hiccup was the first one to warm up to you, especially after he decided to personally teach you more about Dragons, much to your delight. Maybe it was the way he looked at you with such gentleness, or the way he didn't back away when you first scooched closer to him when you first met, but you really wanted to see more of him like that.

You smile softly as his brow furrows, one herb taking a little more force out of him to tug out of the ground. You giggle at the scene, but a thought in your head makes you smile contort into a frown, looking back down at the flora in your hand.

But you knew, deep inside that you weren't going to see it for long, and once you leave, he and the others just be a fleeting memory; one that you remember, but the latter probably wouldn't.

Enough of that pessimistic thinking, what were you doing again?

You shake your head, your expression going neutral. As you count the herbs in your hand, but unbeknownst to you—as soon as you diverted your attention from him, his gaze went to you.

What was it that made him so drawn to you?

You were so stand-offish, yet so social. You were pretty, yeah—but that wasn't the only attribute he liked about you. He liked how you cared about others, how you weren't afraid to stand your ground, how you looked at him when he said something you found funny, and how dead set you were about paying your debt to the Whispering Death.

He would think of more compliments to you, but Astrid just had to make him snap out of it, throwing a small pebble at the side of his head.

"Ow, what the. . .?" He mumbled as held his hand where the tiny rock made impact with his cranium, looking at the blonde Viking in a 'what the Thor was that for?' expression, brows furrowed, and shoulders raised.

All Astrid replied with was her body language, nodding her head to your figure, all unknowing to the whole commotion. She wanted Hiccup to talk with the girl, maybe invite her to the Edge so she could see that there was finally progress in their relationship. They both couldn't see it, but she did—and she wanted it to fluorish already. Hiccup was confused, not at all understanding what she was trying to gesture.

The blonde teen had silently sighed and rolled her eyes, and took the initiative to talk to you.

She called your name, as you hummed absentmindedly to her call.

"So, where are you going to explore when Groundsplitter heals up?" She asks.

"Oh. . . I thought about staying at the island, but I don't think it would be right." You start, putting your fistful of herbs onto a clean cloth.

Hiccup and Astrid's actions slow, now fully grasping what you were saying, looking at one another.

"Really?" Astrid replies, yet her voice sounded distant, as if she was processing that she might've made you and Hiccup's situationship worse, with the brunet Viking's expression furrowing in disbelief as you continue. Astrid fully forgot of even inviting you to the Edge, the guilt of making Hiccup upset more on her mind now.

"Yeah, I'll leave after she's all healed up so she could be happy with her kid, it'll be hard, but y'know. . . I know I have to." You finish, a smile on your face as you look up at them. They couldn't tell how hard it was to not say it without your voice cracking with sadness, but the way your smile didn't reach your face was all the answer they'd get. Unfortunately, neither of them seemed to be looking at you.

Astrid too distracted to fully understand your expression, covering her previous shock with a mirrored smile, while Hiccup had a harder time concealing his sadness.

"Welp," You stand up, dusting your knees off as you walk over to the dragons who were resting.

"Let's go guys." You say with joy, turning over your shoulder, seeing Hiccup who seemed a bit too into thought to hear what you said, but follows your direction anyway. Astrid seemed to reply with a smile, at least, but Hiccup's mind seemed elsewhere, even on the flight back—with you and Astrid chatting, eventually getting to the point where you asked for his opinion on something, and he just replied with a curt response like, "Uh. . . yeah! Definitely. . ." or "Mmhm".

"Are you uh. . . you're actually leaving?" Hiccup's voice was a pitch higher. After landing back, Astrid had replied she needed help with something about Stormfly—you couldn't really understand since she was talking quite fast before flying off with her dragon, leaving you and Hiccup alone.

Unbeknownst to you though, before she had fled with Stormfly, she gave Hiccup a slightly forceful punch to his shoulder, then nodding to you again, raising her eyebrows. She was doing it again—gesturing to your figure randomly without explaining, leaving Hiccup a little more confused, but finally understanding what she meant.

"Well, not right now—once Groundsplitter is fully recovered, yeah." You repeat what you said a few hours ago effortlessly, waiting for him to say anything else while you finish pulverizing another one of your remedies in the bowl, with Hiccup standing next to you.

"I— uh. . ." He trailed off, not knowing what to retort to that.

You're not going to stay here? But where would you go?

"Well— where are you going to go then?" Hiccup follows behind you, asking as you walk over to Groundsplitter—who is now much more lively than the first time you met Hiccup. You know you should be elated—the sole reason you were still staying on this island was to help her recover, but now it's shifted into something more. . . personal?

"I'll just be a wandering traveler then," You declared.

"Maybe steal a few things from the Tribes that my boat passes through— I dunno, I'll figure it out. . ." You absentmindedly reply while striding forward, not even thinking to look at how distraught Hiccup looked like behind you, his brows starting to furrow, a small frown on his lips.

Hiccup didn't even care about you mentioning the possibility of you stealing from other Tribes, he was just focused on this tight coil in his chest, feeling tighter than before when you keep bringing up that you'd be leaving him.

"I don't belong here, Hiccup—" You try to explain, saying it over your shoulder so he could hear more.

"Oh, but— but you do," He butts in, as your pour the contents of the bowl into Groundsplitter's maw. You now turn to him, all your undivided attention on his figure.

"No, I don't. Besides," You smile at him, and lean in slightly.

"I don't really think I do belong anywhere, and I'm. . . I think I'm okay with that." You expounded, the tone understanding as you paint your face with the most neutral expression ever, but deep inside—it hurt.

Feeling like you never belonged was a perpetual loop in your life, especially at the start when you were still with your tribe. Now ironically, ex-communicated from them, now temporarily living on an island with two large dragons was more welcoming than that of your original home. But still, it wasn't your place to call home.

"Why are you so worried about it? Are you gonna miss me?" You step closer, taunting him to look you in the eye.

"Yeah," He brazenly says, looking away from you.

"Oh." Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You didn't expect he'd actually say that.

"All of us will."

Oh. He meant it like that.

"Well, when you do feel like you miss me," You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, his gaze falling onto your hand holding him.

"You always have your flying boat over there to help you find me," You tilt your head to look over his shoulder, his eyes following you vision to see Toothless laying curled up on the floor.

You chuckle at your own unfunny joke, and he grins at you, observing you. The way your eyes scrunched when you laughed, how you smile grew so he could see how enthused you were, how your eyes seemed to glint just in the crackling sparks of the campfire.

Why was he thinking like that?

Your laughter died down, another planned jest coming out your mouth. "But I am quite honored; The oh-so great 'Dragon Master' is all worried about little old me," You rolled your eyes playfully, and cross your arms.

"Oh, Gods. . ." He pinched the bridge of his nose, unimpressed.

"You really need to stop hanging out with Snotlout," He says quite forcibly.

"Why? If I did, I wouldn't hear all of the amazing names he has for you," You muse, walking past him as he trails behind you like a loyal dog.

"That's exactly why."

Days go by like a fleeting glance, and it seems as such that you and Hiccup had started to get closer—much to your disdain.

It all started after your talk with him and Astrid about you leaving the island after the recovery of Groundsplitter—that's when he started to seem more. . . bold? Or is the word. . . touchy?

You started to see more of him, and moreover—touch more of him. Handing over a charcoal pencil when the touching of fingers lingered a few seconds too long, the accidental bump of your hands with his as neither of you take initiative to pull away, the simmering burn under your skin when you both are alone, looking into each other's eyes in the way friends don't look at each other when you're alone— no others, just you two.

But not just that, you understood him. He told you his story; how he used to be an outcast from your tribe, just like you—only that he wasn't exiled 'cause he was the Chief's son. He told you how he met Toothless, how he lost the leg, how he misses his mom—he never really told anyone how he felt about it, but he felt inclined to be so transparent with you about it.

Fuck.

You feel it.

The rope between you tugging into a tight string, ready to snap from any further force.

That's what you were feeling.

The tension. Was it just you or did he feel it too?

The swirling churn of your stomach grows every time any physical touch happens with him. Is it because of your blooming feelings for that. . . that stupidly charming boy, that you feel your stomach flipping under and over itself, or was it guilt?

The feeling of sadness, knowing that every touch from him that left phantom sparks on your skin would just be a ghost of a memory.

Ugh, where were you again?

"Hey. . . You still there?"

Astrids voice calls out to you, making you snap out of your thoughts. It wasn't that embarrassing, but you weren't really sure why.

"I- Uh, I am . Yeah, what did you say again?" You blinked, looking back at her.

"Well, now that you're done going bug-eyed looking at that idiot," Her head nods towards where you had seemingly zoned out, and funnily enough, it was actually directed at the boy who was occupying your thoughts.

Hiccup was chatting with Fishlegs over something niche about dragons again, but he seemed so. . . relaxed. His shoulders were clack, a lazy smile on his face but still listening to what his overly-excited friend was saying, the up and down of his chest as he breathed—you really shouldn't be describing it, this really seems like you're breaching the lines between friends and. . . still friends, but you analyze every single thing they do.

"I was asking if you were really sure about leaving." She finished the remaining amount of mead in her mug, chugging it down before speaking again, wiping her mouth with her hand. "You could stay at ours, y'know. . .?"

Another mention of staying, again.

"Hiccup wouldn't. . ." The blonde girl paused, realizing what she was saying, before rephrasing her words again.

"We wouldn't mind having you with us at the Edge. Just saying."

You smile at the request, but you gently decline once more.

"No, yeah— it's, I'll be fine. There's no need." You wave your hand dismissively. "Now that Groundsplitter's all good to go, I'll be. . ."

Your words falter, failing to say the next with a confident tone.

"I'll be on my way." You finally grit out, your smile at Astrid never seeming to reach your eyes. Astrid can tell, but now wanting to pry, she nods instead.

Another peaceful silence meets you both, with layered chewing sounds of your eating with hers. But as much as this seemed great, it made you think more about what she said.

Staying at the Edge sounded like a dream come true; you and the gang worked well together, and it seemed like it would be a good idea.

But was it?

Every time you thought of staying, all the memories of being shunned from your tribe seemed to snap you back to reality.

You were just going to ruin it.

A frown had made its way to your face—now you think you just look stupid; you were eating while frowning, a ridiculous sight.

But unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes were analyzing you, just like you were analyzing him.

Today was the day.

You were actually leaving, for good.

But was it actually for good?

It was the afternoon, the sun blaring high in the sky. You were at the shore, your boat ready to go. Everyone was there to say goodbye—Groundsplitter, the Screaming Death, the gang, and Hiccup.

Everyone smiles ran away from their face; either showing a neutral, passive expression, a somber look that didn't want to cry, or barely being able to keep their head, uncontrollably sobbing—A.K.A just Fishlegs.

"Do you, really. . . Really have to go?" Fishlegs sniffs and sobs at every word he says. You don't break the hug he trapped you in, waiting patiently for him to do it first.

"Yeah, just stay with us at the Edge. Not that— not that I care, or anything." Snotlout supported, his voice sounding more glum as he hugged you next. He gave you a quick side hug quickly, before letting go and crossing his arms.

Snoutlout finally let go, letting you hug Ruffnut now, then her twin brother. You were gonna miss them—they knew the real, genuine definition of chaotic fun.

"Dude's right." Ruffnut said.

"It sucks not having you here now." Tuffnut mumbled into your shoulder as he hugged you tightly, looking at the ground while kicking a small pebble with his foot.

Their voice seemed to miss the usual mischievous, anarchic Torston tone. It was nice seeing another side of them, but that didn't make it less bad.

Astrid practically jumped into your arms. You reciprocated it, nonetheless. By the short time you were with her, she really made you feel like you had a sibling—someone to help you. And by the way she held you in her arms, she felt the same way.

"We're gonna miss you." Astrid had sighed.

"Especially Hiccup. He really likes—" Ruffnut's random comment had cut off with an 'oomph!', the man he was mentioning covering his mouth. You laugh at how silly he looked doing it.

"Haha. . . He just means I'm gonna miss you. . . Yep, a lot." Hiccup smiled and gritted out, Ruffnut trying to take the brunet Viking's clasp on her mouth off.

"Uh-huh. . .?" You reluctantly said, finally reaching out to Hiccup. You seemed to always save him for last.

Unlike the others when they hugged you, tight and gripping, Hiccup seemed to hug you like you were made of delicate porcelain, his touch soft and gentle.

He pulled you in, one hand on your waist, the other at the back of your neck, cradling you in his hands. You paused at the sudden change of being hugged, but you accepted it, hands on his back.

He mumbled something into your shoulder something you couldn't hear, even with how close he was to your ear. Only he knew.

"Please come back." He meekly said, like a prayer. You didn't hear, but maybe so God would.

His fingers curled softly, grabbing your waist and combing through your hair, delicate as flight.

You both stayed like that, longer than usual. You both pulled away to look at each other. His eyes— oh, his eyes. They looked at you with such feeling, you didn't know what it was, but it sucked you in.

"So, are they just going to stay like that or—" Snotlout's comment had failed to finish, Astrid's foot stomping on his.

"Ow! What?"

This made you both remember yourselves, fully pulling away from each other's touch.

"Ahem, so, yeah—" Hiccup cleared his throat.

"I'm just gonna—" You started to jog into the boat, tripping somewhere along the way.

"Yeah, you— you do that," He nodded, trying to fix himself up.

Before you knew it, you were already on water now—the dragons helping you to push it into the ocean. The water ripples as it pushed you away from the Vikings, the boat rocking slightly in its wave. You looked back at them, before waving at them with a pained smile.

They waved back, but Hiccup just smiled. You see it now. As far as you were, you could see what his eyes seemed to tell you; they were filled with adoration, but shrouded with a cloudy sadness.

As soon as you were far enough, you turned back into the direction of your boat—and endless pool of blue before you, and a setting sun.

You didn't want to look back again; because if you did, you knew you wouldn't want to leave.

At the shore, after about an hour of talking and so, everyone decided to get on their dragons and fly back now, Hiccup and Astrid being the ones to leave last again.

"C'mon," She turned around over to Stormfly, but Hiccup didn't want to move. He seemed stuck to the ground, his eyes never wanting to look away from the direction you went.

". . ."

". . . Hiccup?"

"I— yeah, I'll come along, just wait a sec." He vaguely responded.

The blonde Viking didn't know what he meant, until he saw him ride onto Toothless and bolt up into the mountain. As much as she didn't want to intervene, she didn't want to have her friend be this unconfident and somber again.

Without another beat, she followed him up onto Stormfly, flying up to the flat peak. She made her Deadly Nadder land a few steps behind, before unmounting and hesitantly walking up to the boy, hunched over with his knees dangling off the rocky mountain.

"So, how are you holding up?" She started gently, sitting next to her friend softly.

"Oh, y'know. . . i'm just as spiffy as ever," Hiccup exclaimed faking his enthusiastic self, before hunching over again realizing Astrid wasn't convinced.

"I dunno, I feel. . . sad?" His hands were on his lap, fiddling slightly with the texture of his pants.

"Of course, you do. We just said goodbye to her."

"Yeah, but like," He raised his hands to gesture, but he couldn't explain what he wanted to say.

"It feels. . . different."

Astrid replied with a hum, encouraging him to find his words.

"Like. . . I just lost something I never should've let go of." He elaborated.

"And why do you think you feel that way?" The blonde Viking wanted him to find what he felt by himself, not wanting to intervene any more than this.

"I don't know—maybe 'cause we lost another friend, maybe because everyone's sad too, maybe because I. . ." He groaned, before his words paused.

"Because you. . .?"

She could tell. The gears in his head were finally turning at max speed, he understood now, his eyes going slightly wide.

". . . Because I liked her, yeah." Hiccup balled his hands into fists, his sorrow forming into annoyance. "And I never told her— Gods, I never told her."

His stance started to sit right again, before bending over himself.

"And now I'm too. . . I'm too late," He meekly let out, his frows burrowed, his hands on his knees to keep him upright.

Hiccup didn't understand. Was this punishment? Making him feel such emotion from a person as amazing as you, then taking you away? If so, this was a cruel fate.

Astrid saw his face. He looked as dispirited as ever, and she couldn't help but comfort him. With a hand on his shoulder, she tried her best to make him understand that he didn't run out of time.

"Do you still like her now?"

". . . Yeah, of course." He looked up to meet her eyes, and he was surprised to see determined cerulean eyes looking into his.

"Then tell her, it isn't too late." She emitted, a smile on her face forming.

"But I— I can't. She left already. . . Unless," Hiccup responded negatively, until he remembered what you said a few days back.

"You always have your flying boat over there to help you find me,"

He whipped his head to Toothless, who seemed to decide that now was the best time to take a good nap. He sighed, but another roar from a dragon—or more like scream—made his head look to the sound.

The Screaming Death. Dragon

Dragon. Flying boat. You.

This was it.

Hiccup looked back to Astrid, who seemed supportive of the idea. Without another second wasted, he took the chance and stumbled over to the large, albino reptile.

Because this time, he would make sure you came back to him.

Re-reading one of the books you had for the fifth time, you sit on one on the cool wood planks of the boat.

Your eyes are reading and understanding the pages yes, but your mind is currently preoccupied with the thought of what you did just mere hours earlier.

Was it the right decision? What if it wasn't? Did I really have a chance living with them?

You shook your head to rid of the thoughts, blinking quickly to banish them.

What were you thinking?

You stand up, leaving the book strewn on the ground. You lean on the banister, looking into the far sun—it painted the ocean with a multitude of colors, blending seamlessly with one another.

With a sigh, you lean your head on your hand.

You hear large flapping in the sky, but when you did look up, there was nothing but a large flock of Monstrous Nightmares flying away.

Huh.

"You really need to stop putting your books everywhere."

You know that voice.

Were you hallucinating?

You turn around, and there he actually was. He was there, his lanky stature holding the book in his hand. Before you knew it, your legs were taking you to him.

You were in his arms, and he was in yours. You pulled away, and he still held you.

"You're— you're here. . .?" You said, not believing what was happening and what you were experiencing.

"You said to visit you when I missed you. So, here I am." He elaborated.

"On my flying boat." He nodded behind him, and you didn't even notice that the albino dragon was with him.

"Oh, Gods. . ." A breath of joy made its way out of your mouth, and you looked back at her even more.

"I didn't tell you when I still had the chance to, so I'm saying it now." Hiccup's hands met yours, and you looked down to see him intertwine them.

"I don't want you gone."

"But I'm not gone. . .?" You asked.

"No, I—" He sighed deeply, then replied in a better way.

"I don't want you to disappear from me." He expressed.

Your time seemed to slow. When he said it, it felt like it was just you and him.

"Hiccup. . ." Your eyes went soft.

"I know you think it won't be right with us, with you staying back at the Edge because of what happened at your tribe, but—" He gripped your hands in his, a reassurance to you that he's there, and assurance to him that he's actually holding you.

"This is different. You belong with us, with. . ." Hiccup brows furrowed in disdain, thinking that what he might say might be quite corny.

"You belong with me."

Without another beat, your gentle expression turned into something of a teasing demeanor, bursting out into a giggle.

"Okay, I know that was quite cheesy,"

"Oh, very cheesy." You nodded fervently, your sweet laugh still ringing in his ears.

"I know, I know— but. . . You get what I mean." He tilts his head slightly.

"Yeah, I— I do." You look down at both your interlocked hands, then unlinking them together, doing something Hiccup never expected you would do.

"Do you really think I'll belong if I stay?" You cup side of his face, his body instinctively leaning towards your touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Always." He sighs out.

"Good, because I'm never leaving."

You leaned in quickly, his lips meeting yours. Hiccup went wide-eyed, then kissed back.

Lips locking, hands on each other's, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

And Hiccup? He felt like he was in Valhalla.

Pulling away, you try to ask a question to the brunet. But you pulled away too little, and Hiccup's lips met yours again quite clumsily, his hands making it to your waist, pulling you closer.

You accepted his actions, nonetheless. But after a few more moments, you pulled away, far enough this time.

"Wait,"

"What. . .?" You saw his face, and he looked as if he wanted to whine, his eyes slightly teary, pleading.

"Where would I stay then?"

"Mine, of course. Unless, y'know. . . You wanna be staying with Snotlout, of all people." He sarcastically replied.

"Hmm," You vocalized, looking up to pretend you were thinking.

"Maybe I do want to room with Snotlout, he has some really good nicknames for you—"

"Oh, just come here." He rolled his eyes as he cut you off, his lips meeting yours again.

Your kissing was filled with clumsy teeth knocking with one another, his hands on your waist more firm.

There was another thought popping up in his head.

If you did become roommates with Snotlout, he wouldn't mind at all.

Because he'd just steal you away, every damn time.

BONUS ⋆˚࿔

"So, does that mean you'll be staying at Hiccup's hut?" Astrid asked.

Everyone gathered at the Blacksmith's Forge, excited to see you again knowing you weren't leaving.

"Until my hut's all done being built, yeah." You responded, leaning onto Hiccup's shoulder.

"I thought rooming with other people wasn't allowed?" Tuffnut crossed his arms.

"No, rooming with other people isn't allowed with you two." Fishleg's corrected.

"Remember the time you guys lit me on fire in my sleep?" The blond Viking bleated.

"Whatever, that was a totally cool stunt." Tuffnut jeered.

"It was totally awesome." Ruffnut added.

"Yeah, but maybe that rule still shouldn't be allowed with Hiccup and her." Snotlout finally piped up.

You and Hiccup looked to him, perplexed.

"Who knows? Maybe another Haddock heir will be soon. . ." He said the last part more hushed, but it still was heard by everyone.

Astrid was shocked and stunned, The Twins seemed awfully intrigued, Fishlegs was confused then understood, excusing himself out of the conversation, Hiccup was sputtering out his words, and you started to blush furiously.

You tried to defend yourself, but a looming shadow behind Snotlout seemed to do it first.

Now, the Screaming Death was trying to bite Snotlout's buttocks off, and now all of you were laughing.

"A Haddock heir, eh?" You drawled, looking over to Hiccup.

"I— uh, I don't think we're really, y'know ready for that, actually no—" He tripped over his words.

"Scratch that, I'm sure that I'm not."

idk if I hate the theme or like it, but I can't change it anymore so womp womp :(

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thank you for reading ~ !

[thetrasha]

talking about your buggy, could we have a "fem!reader is under the influence of something and cannot lie" but reader actually has a crush on who's with them at the time of the fic?

i thought about buggy, sabo, sanji and law because to me they would die being complimented knowing she couldn't lie, but feel free to write about whoever you seem fit

thx a bunch viu!!

Thank you so much for the request, anon! (●ˇ∀ˇ●) This was so much fun, I loved the chaotic energy. I hope you like this one~~ (Plus: You know I appreciate a good Buggy ask 🥺)

Truth Serum Shenanigans

feat. BUGGY, SABO, SANJI, LAW, BROOK

In your defence… you were the scout for today, which is why you left the ship in such a haste.

You bolted as soon as the ship was anchored – the gentle rocking of the waves has been annoying you for at least two weeks and you felt unsteady on your own feet. It was the first time you’ve been at sea for that long – the Log Pose just wouldn’t show a reliable route and recalibrate every few hours, which meant that the course had to be corrected time and time again…

You barely had any grasp on what it felt like to have solid ground beneath you these days… so the mere sight of soil relieved you. Yes, the… profession you’ve chosen for yourself was indeed unconventional and time spent at sea could get rough, but you weren’t the only crewmate to slowly succumb to insanity!

And before anyone could steal this opportunity from you, you ran into the dense jungle – the stubby thicket was so dense that barely any light shone through… not what you usually went for when you wanted to explore, but you weren’t picky in this sad state of affairs. It was absolute bliss to be able to walk around freely and stretch your limbs without any water beneath you. You dared to say that this might have made you more efficient; you were covering so much ground all by yourself just because you were ecstatic to see a change of pace.

The vegetation was strange, but not extraordinary for Grandline standards. It was just a regular island you needed to use to stock up on basic supplies, such as perishables, wooden planks and freshwater – the latter having the highest priority. So far you weren’t that lucky. You’ve seen plenty of fruits – ones that looked so much like Devil Fruits to your untrained eye, with their hypnotic swirls and intricate patterns – and prey animals, finding food definitely wouldn’t be a problem… and there were enough trees around to supply a whole city with enough lumber, which means you were covered there, but freshwater? That was surprisingly rare.

You tried to dig a moderately deep hole with your hands to taste a hint of groundwater, but even that tasted somehow as salty as the ocean. You didn’t know whether this island was deeply entrenched with cyclical ocean tides, but considering that flora and fauna could live near the shoreline pretty much disputed that theory – or plant life and animals had evolved to withstand the saltiness of the ocean here. It was just… strange.

You continued walking through the jungle. Some vines had to be cut down to find a way through what had previously been clearly untouched nature, but after trekking through so much mud and moss that you’d forgotten where you came from – thank God for your compass and the vivre card your captain handed to you that would always lead you back to the crew – you could hear it:

The gentle, almost inaudible pitter-patter of water drops hitting another body of water.

You unsheathed your sword and cut through a tall grass and reed, closing your eyes to follow the sound. A few birds fled from the sharp swing of your sword, alerting other animals nearby that immediately retreated back into the jungle… so much so that it rattled the crowns of the trees around you. Lonesome leaves were falling onto you and landed in your hair, but you were concentrating on your observation skills.

And just when the sound was unmistakably near, you opened your eyes again.

A lake! Like an oasis, flowers representing each colour of the rainbow neatly framed the entire lake, gracing the surface with a few petals that almost made the entire thing look magical. The water looked too good to be true – crystal clear, almost glittery in nature, and pale blue.

Even though it wasn’t a great idea to drink stale water – a river would have been much preferable – you knelt down, feeling the lush grass beneath you. You cupped your hands together and scooped up some water. It felt different from anything else you’ve ever encountered before, but you’d taken a sip anyway.

Freshwater!

Oh, the others will be so grateful…!

And it was beyond delicious, too. Refreshing and almost fruity in nature. Definitely had a sweetness to it.

A great find.

So… why did everyone look at you like that when you carried back a sample in a flask…?

“Don’t tell me you… found the Fountain of Truth?”

“The what?”, you repeated, feeling funny all of the sudden…

BUGGY

Buggy was conflicted.

On the one hand, he knew he could count on your exploration abilities to find anything he’s ever wanted, but on the other hand, he felt frustrated with himself for sending you away – he didn’t think anybody ever read his inventory reports, but of course… you do read them. You were a perfect pirate with the perfect skill set… and you fulfilled your duties diligently.

And you’ve apparently read that you badly needed more freshwater reserves to continue travelling efficiently, meaning you, with all your good will and kindness, trekked through a jungle and put your health on the line to confirm the presence of water that is, first and foremost, drinkable. And nothing else. It was meant to be a surprise, a grand show opener if you will, to reveal to the other fools that you guys had found a great treasure that would guarantee absolute power… for a certain amount of time. He could extort any information with this!

Now you’re the one who’s under a spell though – you have to tell the truth, no matter the question or comment.

That’s why he was hesitating to be around you right now. You… could truly say anything and he’d know that it’s true. Even though having so much power over someone else’s secret was very much something Buggy was in favour of, you were still… you.

Maybe you’d tell him that none of your teasing meant anything to you – and he’d rather not know these things.

It was way easier to pretend.

But the crew clearly didn’t think you’d have to be kept under lock and key and sat you down in the common area, firing questions at you non-stop. The cackles that came from that room were unbearable, which caused Buggy to stomp over in the first place, huffing at the disrespect – especially when nobody even saw him entering the room. All eyes were on you instead… as was a literal spotlight stolen from the circus tent.

THESE IDIOTS!!!

“-out Cabaji?”

“…Tryhard.”

Cabaji growled at Mohji who’d asked the question in the first place, even glaring at Richie, who was laughing, too.

You were crushing this room without even trying like… a damn stand-up comedian.

“What do you think about the Captain?”, Cabaji asked with a sinister smirk, having seen Captain Buggy stand around while growing madder and madder at the commotion the crew causing – and now that you’ve made an honest joke at his expense, he wanted to get you into trouble.

“He’s funny and cute.”

“And about that nose?” Someone from the crew chimed in before they broke out in laughter.

“I like his nose.”

Absolute silence. The crowd went still – you could have seriously heard a pin drop in that environment.

Until Buggy made it very much known that he’s heard everything. He shouted at everyone to quit this nonsense and get the Hell back to work, for they’d still have to find a reliable source of water… and he shot a sneer towards Cabaji whose soul left his body for a moment.

Major fuck-up.

You could just… stare. There was no thought going through your mind – Buggy… he heard everything you said. And he knew you were telling the truth. What a disaster!

Maybe you were going to be thrown off the crew, maybe you were going to be tortured! - Wait… you guys don’t really do that. Well, maybe he will –

“Do you mean it?”, Buggy’s voice was meek and his face was set aflame in embarrassment.

The blush had already spread down his neck and painted his collarbones deep pink as well.

“Yes.”, you said bluntly. After all, you had to tell the truth.

He nodded, looking at you with so much wonder that it was hard to imagine that he was, in fact, a fearsome pirate with a bounty on his head. He looked like someone who’s never even heard these words uttered to him.

Or... like someone who… was completely in love.

“I think you’re very attractive, Captain.”

Buggy whimpered – literally whimpered – and his grin wobbled for just a moment before he turned around in frustration, berating you for being such a tease that couldn't even respect your captain and telling you to get back to your position. He wouldn't tolerate lazy idiots who couldn't even lie to him in that moment!

You shyly fidgeted around in your seat, not knowing what to say to him. Especially when he clenched his fingers so hard that his hands detached themselves from his body, falling down onto the floor.

And he just went and left you to your thoughts without retrieving his own body parts, his head in the clouds.

How you fell in love with this man – you’ll never know. But he was an endearing fool.

SABO

“The Fountain of Truth?! This is what we came here for?! You need to tell us these things, Sabo!”, Koala screamed while you were sitting next to Hack who was fussing over you.

Originally – apparently – Sabo had planned to use this powerful serum on underground brokers to find out just who’s really responsible for all that weaponry and explosives that kept ending up in countries at risk of civil war. Someone was trying to divide and conquer and the Revolutionary Army wanted to find out who it was – without forcing any of the Army Officers to investigate to be totally discreet about it.

Luckily for you all, you four were indeed pretty discreet. You were good at your respective jobs, but on a personal note…

“I would have liked you even more if you could have told me beforehand. I wouldn’t have tried to drink it.”, you pouted with sad eyes. You looked up at Hack who reported on the lack of water on their inconspicuous vessel and he could but raise his arms in defeat and apology.

“Liked me even more? That’s possible?” Sabo was always ready for a quick resort, utilising his charisma to his advantage. He was also too intelligent for his own good, figuring people out before they revealed any substantial info about themselves. As Chief of Staff, he was fantastic, but you thought he was an even better man.

“I doubt it, too...”, you sighed, looking at him with yearning burning in your irises, “You’re so pretty and… you treat me so well. You’re like a prince – wait, I don’t mean it like that! I hate nobility, but I mean-”

Koala’s cackles caught you off-guard, she couldn’t help but double over with tears in her round eyes, slapping Sabo’s back repeatedly while he was totally frozen in place. Hack visibly sweatdropped and turned around, feeling bad for the grave you’re digging for yourself.

“Don’t laugh, Koala!”, you whined loudly, alerting the other three immediately, “I’m just saying – Sabo’s so… ah, he’s everything a girl could want! He never strays from his principles, has vowed to save the world, but no matter how bad it gets, he tries to be everyone’s beacon of hope! He’s always kind, protects me every time I get into trouble and… he acts like-”

“We get it, (Y/N)…” Hack intervened, knowing that you’d be upset at them if they let you keep talking about your crush on Sabo. Mostly everyone knew what was going on between you two – you were already attached at the hip and acted like lovebirds wherever you went.

Sabo took every mission you took and even went as far as intimidating the recruits for flirting with you, telling them, in your name, that you’re definitely not interested and that they should focus on their duties, but… neither of you could see that you were basically married already.

“H-aaaaaaaaah?!”, Sabo pointed at you as you tilted your head at his beet red face while your two companions whistled innocently, “I… will… take everything that’s been said into consideration.”

Koala snorted once the mighty Chief of Staff pulled down his top hat to hide his red cheeks and those eyes that were filled with happiness. The grin he wore couldn’t be hidden from anyone’s view, though.

SANJI

You were sitting down in the breakfast nook of the Sunny, trying to answer a bunch of rapid-fire pop quizzes – most of its questions consisting of Luffy asking whether you think he’d become King of the Pirates, always getting a resounding ‘yes’ in reply at which he pumped his fist and cheered.

So far, you were asked if you’ve ever seen anybody drool in their sleep (yes), who it was (Usopp), whether you know who knocked over Chopper’s nightlight (yes), who it was (Luffy) and who replaced it without saying a word (Zoro).

The crew was excited to use you as a tool for entertainment.

Especially… well… there were two people who knew something that shouldn’t be discussed. One of them could be trusted with that type of information, but the other…

Nami smirked, “Who is your favourite crew member?”

“Chopper.”, you said without hesitation and a sweet smile aimed at your doctor. Robin smiled as well, letting your guys’ reindeer friend hop off her lap.

Chopper cheered, calling you names while doing his silly happy dance that always made you smile sweetly. He was… just the cutest.

Nami’s devious giggle did make you uneasy, though.

“Aside from Chopper… who do you like the most?”

“…Sanji.”, you revealed to a chorus of gasps – meaning Franky, Brook, Usopp and Chopper gasped with varying degrees of shock – and your eyes widened. You couldn’t even hold that information back! The serum was far too powerful.

Of course your roommate would find it funny to embarrass you like that. You haven’t paid interest on the money she’s lent you! She was out for blood now. Even if her eyes held a fond look within them. No matter how much she’s thought this would benefit you – she was dead wrong and the Devil!!!

And Sanji, having heard everything since he stood just by the stove, dropped a tray of refreshments.

All eyes darted over to him until the other members of the Straw Hats looked at each other and silently decided to leave the room.

Franky sent a thumbs-up Sanji’s way while Zoro raised an eyebrow at the chef.

Robin and Nami giggled at patted your shoulders gently.

THIS WAS TERRIBLE!!!

Sanji and you blinked at each other owlishly. Nobody dared to speak up first.

“Really?”, he said with a sad chuckle, “I know you have to tell the truth… but… why me?”

Your longing smile mirrored his own.

Sanji was a total idiot. He’s always lusting after women without meaning any of it. He just has to be useful to someone, to prove it to himself that someone out there could want him like that. He wants to be kept around, even if he doesn’t allow himself to hope. Maybe that’s why, whenever he was overbearingly kind to you, his eyes shone with something else – something different. Sanji never seemed to look at Nami and Robin like that; he acted like a moron around every woman, but he almost looked at you like you’ve already broken his heart many times, every time.

“You were there for me when I pushed you all away and never made me feel guilty for it. You believed in me when I couldn't do the same. I… need you.”

Sanji bounced back like your words had made a physical impact on him. His smile brightened, turning gummy before clicking his tongue, looking away from you. For the first time, you’ve seen him struggle to pull out a cigarette.

It was just his way of hiding his tear-filled eyes from you until he could blink them back.

“I think I love you…”, you added sheepishly –

–and watched as he tumbled over, eyes rolling back with a face of pure bliss.

But he did hit his head after fainting, which prompted you to run to Chopper in a frantic panic.

And… Franky and Zoro went in with horrifying expressions – katanas drawn and rockets ready to launch, thinking that this conversation went way different…

Pure chaos.

LAW

“Are you absolutely sure you drank from it?”

“Yes, Captain.”

You sighed as soon as Law used a tiny flashlight to peer into your eyes, inspecting your pupils. As soon as you came back and saw what you’d brought with you, he was furious… You’ve been told to get into the med bay immediately and stay there, while Bepo was to follow your verbal directions on how to go to this so-called legendary ‘fountain of truth’.

You rolled your eyes at Law’s expression. You were still sceptical about this… Of course, such a powerful potion would aid him in his crusade against his own tormentor, but you thought he was more rational than that. Nobody would have to tell the truth if they drank this; this was just a gimmick to make it seem like the journey was worth it. You were bound to free will.

“Have you ever tried to hide an injury from me?”

“Yes, Captain.”

You looked down in shame. You… You didn’t mean to say this! How was it… possible…?

Law squinted down at you in disapproval, almost eager to use his scan on you right now just to show you that he’s capable of taking care of you without being prompted to do so, thank you very much.

“Has anybody else on this crew ever hidden an injury from me?”

“Yes…”, you nodded, eyes looking anywhere but him.

“And did you assist this certain someone in hiding their injury last week before I could tell this unknown stranger about the importance of gloves?”

“…Yes…”, you replied, now knowing that he knew.

Of course Law knew what was happening on his submarine. But you did think that you were quiet subtle about hiding Bepo’s burn from Law… The polar bear didn’t want the captain to know that he burnt himself while you were all roasting marshmallows and making hot chocolate over a bonfire on a humble winter island near the Calm Belt. His paws were sensitive… and he wanted to look cool in front of the surgeon he admired so much.

Law sighed, his hands clenching and unclenching, “Who do you think I am?!”

His frustration with your carelessness oozed out of his every pore. He felt responsible for everybody on his crew and made sure to shield everyone from unnecessary harm. Your captain’s always been the one to take the most daunting tasks and leave the less-lethal stuff to you guys. Even in emergencies, you’re all looking towards him for guidance.

“The sweetest man alive.”, you blurted out.

And before you could cry out and try to redact your statements with a bunch of other true statements that would make it less obvious that you were hiding a massive crush on the captain, his reaction stopped your entire train of thought.

“WHAT?!”, he shouted, shaking you by the shoulders.

“I-I-I-”

“-WHAT??!!?!”

“I mean… it’s the truth…”, you said, looking away from him with a smile, “You always remember the last page I read even though I never tell you… and you always tell me where I’ve lost my bookmark when we're alone in your study. You also hand me a flower whenever we dock just to tell me to look it up in your journal. I don’t know if you genuinely want me to learn more about foreign plant life or if you just want to give me a flower, but you’re so sweet, Law.”

Law couldn’t make a single sound in response. He stood there… panting.

“I am going to go now. I'm looking forward to our daily chat later... when you're back to normal!”, he announced awkwardly, loud enough for anyone to hear as if somebody else had been in the room and then robotically walked away.

You could see that the tips of his ears were cherry red, though... so cute...

“Bepo, Mum and Dad are fighting!!” Shachi said to the polar bear who's just come back.

“NOOOO!”

…that was the last thing you heard until the crew erupted into screams.

Apparently, Law swapped a bunch of items in the common room with sea animals from below the Polar Tang.

You knew that he wasn't really angry, though.

BROOK

“Yohoho~ I hope you like this song, my dear (Y/N)!”, said Brook with a loving smile as you sat down in front of him, watching him entertain you as the rest of the crew made its way towards the thick jungle. Robin had informed everyone that the Fountain of Truth has been a tool for the World Government and CP0 agents for decades and Luffy couldn’t help but drag everyone into another mess – excluding you, of course, since you were now quite vulnerable. Since Brook was your best friend, he offered to stay with you to watch the Sunny.

“Of course. I love all of your songs.”

You really did. You also just… really loved Brook. He was always there for you – you’ve somehow taken to one another and now that you’ve spent so much time together, you’ve adopted each other’s habits. You’ve been humming a lot more lately and he’s gotten really into plushies. You reckon that it has to do with you trying to cuddle in his hammock… quickly noticing that his bones are quite hard. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, which is why you put a stuffed animal right where his pillow is and he’s kept it there since.

“I appreciate it!”, he mused in his sing-song voice, strumming a few notes on his guitar and smiling as soon as you mimicked the pitch with your own hums.

You were… an amazing woman.

“You know, Brook, I think you’re the most creative man on this planet…”, you commented absent-mindedly, looking into his empty eye sockets with a dreamy gaze that revealed your true affections for him.

At that, his breath hitched and he missed his own beat.

“You’re important to me. I know you know this, but I want you to be absolutely sure that it’s the truth. The most important person in my life!”, you smiled.

Brook nodded shakily, swallowing dryly. He couldn’t help but take a peek at your happy expression… You were always so… authentically raw around him. Your imperfections made you who you are, and he could see a soul that shines brighter than the stars beneath all of your self-critical thoughts.

But you were just as clever, of course. You knew that this sentiment just mirrored his own feelings towards himself – he didn’t believe that he was worth it either.

You were sensitive like that, noticed the little things.

“May I ask you a question?”, he murmured, pausing the song. Your eyes immediately snapped up at him.

“Of course. Now’s the best time for that, I guess.”

“Do you think we would have ended up together if I were still alive?”

Your heart just broke – and his did, too.

He looked at you with so much sorrow, even if he didn’t have the means to express himself like that. The coldness in his empty eyes was just… soul-crushingly sad.

“Irrelevant.”, you replied honestly, surprised at your own unmistaken clarity, “I love you just the way you are, Brook.”

He didn't say anything; he could just stare.

Then his bones turned pink. He was blushing!

“Yoho… ho… I love you, too, my dear.”

Somehow, that’s when it clicked to the both of you that everyone left the ship to force this moment – and you were suddenly very happy about the effects of the truth serum. And you giggled at this stupid turn of events.

...Was everyone but you two in on this mess?

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 1

Love at First Sight [Yandere Forest God x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

Tipjar :)

Tw! Dead dove do not Eat! MDNI, NSFW Noncon, oral sex (recieving), Yandere, Implied kidnapping

You go into a newly acquired piece of land to survey it for your job when things start to become strange...

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There was something wrong with these woods.

You were used to seeing some kind of anomaly in your field studies. Maybe the deer or rabbit population was too high, or you would find that an invasive species was beating out a more native one. It was never crazy though outside of the normal, exhausting sludge that was conservationist work. You were sent out by the local government to different wildlife reserves, or areas that were undeveloped to do some basic surveying and then come back and give them updates.

This forest wasn’t any different, initially. It was a newer addition to your city’s ownership, sold to them by a smaller, dying rural town. There were talks of what to do with the land, but first you had to be sent down to make sure they wouldn’t violate any regulations or kill off an endangered species. Not that they really cared. After all, your job was to get professionally ignored.

So you went in, camping gear and your truck in tow, and you began to explore.

Again, it was normal at first.

It was an average area. Normal flora and fauna. In fact, it was kinda impressive how well the area seemed to be doing. There was hardly any trash, no signs of destruction, no weird occurrences. It made you feel kinda happy. You went about your days just noting stuff down, humming happily all the while.

It was fine until the staring started. It began with a squirrel or two. They would just sit there, unmoving, unblinking, always just in the corner of your vision. Odd, sure, but maybe they were trying to see if they could get some of your food you always carried with you? Days passed and it escalated to a couple of birds added in, perched on branches and hidden by thick leaves. Then some bunnies, not even eating or twitching their little noses.

You thought you were going crazy, but nothing could prepare you for when the bigger animals started doing the same damn thing. The deer were one thing, already unsettling and strange, but having a bear watch you, still as a stagnate pond, was terrifying. You weren’t sure what to make of it. The only time the oddly behaving creatures would move were when either you’d get too close (in which they’d back off) or when you explored the forest (in which they’d follow after you in some sort of procession). 

You noted it all down of course. You assumed that it might be an illness, or perhaps they were used to humans? But they didn’t look unwell, and from what you understood, this place was rather isolated, so there was no reason for them to approach you this often. You felt a sense of growing unease with each passing day, with each filled page in your field journal. This was getting too weird. The thing of note was obviously the staring, but you figured that it was definitely not in your area of expertise.

That’s why, after weeks of camping and surveying the woods, you decided to get the fuck out of there. 

You packed up your campsite with little fanfare, hundreds of tiny gazes trained on your back. You glanced around as you loaded up a final few things into your truck, and you had only just realized then how many of them there were. The fauna crowded around the clearing you had settled in like a bated audience, and you shuddered. If you weren’t getting paid so much to stake it out here, then you probably would’ve hightailed it much faster.

“Okay… got my keys…” You mumbled and shuffled through your pockets quickly to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. “Should be good to go now.”

“Go where?”

You spun around, nearly jumping out of your skin in shock. Behind you stood a man, imposingly tall with a stony expression and dark skin. You pressed your hand to your now rapidly beating chest as he towered over you with a tilted head.

“Where are you going?” He repeated, and he prompted out a hand that was seemingly carved out of a deep bark to beckon your words out. You were shocked. His hair was seemingly made of vines connecting him to the earthen ground and shifting in unnatural ways.

“Uhhhh, back home?” Was all you could say in a slightly unsure voice. Seriously, you were at a loss for words. You had never seen such a person, and through your stuttering mind, you were able to guess that whatever was wrong with this place was probably his doing.

The man’s eyebrows (which looked as if they had been carved into his face) furrowed slightly. He placed a hand on his chin in contemplation, his dark hollow eyes and pure emerald pupils narrowing slightly.

“But,” he started, and it felt like his words rung over a hundred times in your head, shaking and lumbering through every node of your soft brain tissue. “But I thought you had come to live here,” He mumbled and reached forward to touch your arm. You flinched back on instinct, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Flower…” The man chided softly. His seeking fingers were more insistent this time, and you could not move back quickly enough before he was snatching you up and drawing you close. You cried out softly as you fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed, shivering in contentment. You cringed at the feeling of shifting, wriggling grass and vines.

“Flower, surely you must know that you cannot go,” He sighed while he ran his hands over your scalp. You blinked. Flower… why was he calling you this? You pushed him back slightly, just to look him in the face.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” You asked. It wasn’t just a name thing, but rather to say ‘who do you think you are?’. He hummed in response, and you can see him taking in every little thing about you. Suddenly, he laughed.

“Don’t you think it’s cruel, my flower? You ask my name but I know naught of yours,” He said with affection blooming between every roll of his tongue. Your vision spun, and suddenly your back was pressed against soft earth and damp grass. You gasped and cried out. Before you could even protest, your shirt was ripped open and your pants were pulled down.

“What silly things you wear,” He chuckled and placed kisses along your neck. The feeling was strange, slightly rigid. “Is this what mortals wear nowadays? So revealing,” He murmured and toyed with the shredded fabric. Your eyes were wide, and you tried to wriggle out from under him. He merely grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back, the vines from his hair enveloping you and wrapping around your limbs. You squeaked as your thighs were pulled apart by the coiling greenery, digging into the softer flesh. 

“I must admit,” the man moved back, letting his breath ghost over your parted legs and crotch. “I was rather taken with you from the moment you arrived.” 

The strange man held you down as he buried his rugged face and strangely glowing tongue in your entrance while stroking your privates with grooved, deft fingers. Your back arched, and you desperately tried to break free. Your frantic pleas for release were soon broken by the sounds of your breathy moans, and your voice rang like a bell in the clearing. Each lap of his rugged tongue sent shivers down your spine and had your toes curling. 

“W-what? Stop that! Let me go!”

Your keys were discarded in the grass, and those fucking animals just kept staring. You could see your writhing, pinned form in the reflection of hundreds of deep, black unblinking pools. You felt sick to your stomach, and no amount of fluttering arousal could disguise that.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had company, and you come here looking like that. No, you’re going nowhere, flower.”

It felt like years were passing as he kissed, licked and held your hips in place with a tender firmness that would have you blushing if he was your lover. Or at least a lover you chose. Your begging was drowned out by your own frantic heartbeat and the humiliating squelch of your own pleasure. Never had you faced such cruel adoration, such gentle violence. Any place that had previously shown off exposed skin was kissed in a brief moment of reprieve from the onslaught. Your arms, your calves, your collar bones which had only just peaked out from under the neckline of your shirt.

Your truck, covered in mud, but still rather nice nonetheless, slowly began to be pulled into the ground by the flowers and flora rapidly growing on the vehicle. Your things! You tried to reach for them, but a hand of his reached up and entwined his fingers with yours.

Your screams of both pleasure and fear were carried by the wind, weaving through trees and filling the forest as naturally as the rustle of leaves. He continued to eat you out, and it was like you could feel his words in your head simply from the graze of his palm. It was overwhelming, and with each wave of heat, each tremble of your body, you sank further and further into his hold.

“Oh, look at you, my flower,” He pressed reverent kisses to your naval. “How you shall bloom in my care.”

More pressure, more bitter white flashes dancing across your vision as you keened and cried. Branches rustled around your face, and you wondered when they had even gotten there in the first place. They sprouted from his back and shielded you from the sun and sky. 

“-made for me-”

“-love…”

“Flower…my flower…”

You caught bits and pieces of his voice, nestled in your ears like sticky pollen. It was too much, and all at once you had come undone, spilling over his face with an anguished, strangled noise.

It was hard to think after that. All you could feel, all you could know was that you were being dragged back into those deep, dark, very wrong woods with a loving smile slotted against your lips and flowers in your hair.

[catdia]

Arcane Characters with a Puerto Rican Fem S/O

Jayce, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Ekko, Sevika, Vander (nsfw)

Jayce

I like the idea that he is also Latino/Hispanic

Maybe Brazilian or Colombian

My sexy Latin Papí

In Piltover there isn’t really a big Latin community, so when he heard that you were Puerto Rican he befriended you reallllll fast

You studied botany and tech ecology, while he engineering

You wanted to save your islands flora and fauna by incorporating advanced tech, while he wanted to improve lives with magic 

You believed his dream since the beginning, even if you looked at him sometimes like he was crazy

“You have no idea what these crystals are capable of! What if we combine those aqueducts you designed for plant growth with runes? We can triple food production by 110%!” Jayce wrote equations on the board, mind going miles per second

“You think it can regrow completely deforested areas in less than 40 years?” You humored him.

“What if we can do it in less than 10?! The possibilities are endless! I promise that when I crack this, I will paint the whole world green for you.” Did he know how to warm your heart…

Jayce is a super touchy person and always has to have skin to skin contact like a new born

You get mistaken for a couple a lot before you even officially started dating

Always kisses you on the cheek when you greet each other. A very Latino thing!

Piltover’s greetings are very cold, only handshakes and shoulder pats. So he was ecstatic to finally have someone to do it with outside his family

Viktor became a victim of your kisses. But he secretly enjoys it

Jayce always smells good! Ximena taught him good hygiene since he was little. Whenever he feels a light sweat coming on he immediately hits the showers

Has a gold chain! Never takes it off. It was originally his father’s.

Doesn’t speak very good Spanish, but you teach him in between Hextech protects and meetings

You guys talk endlessly about your backgrounds and even bring treats to each other

“Mmm— oh, fuck!” He moaned shoving another spoon full of food into his mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head

“Jayce it really isn’t that good.” You were blushing like crazy, completely forgetting the plate in front of you. You just wanted to do something nice for him

“What are you taking about?! It’s the best thing I’ve had in weeks!”

He had been working his ass off building the new Hextech towers and surviving on sandwiches for the past month

“I also brought dessert, if you are interested…”

Jayce looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Absolutely enamored. Cheeks full like a chipmunk

“I. Love. You. Soooo. Much.” Jayce said grabbing your face and kissing you all over

“Te amo, mi rey.” (I love you, my king.) You said while gently wiping the side of his lips with your thumb

Jayce can dance! And I mean really dance. Ximena put him in classes when he was little because she didn’t want him to forget his roots

Dancing with Jayce is about passion, making love on the dance floor. Bodies pressed against each other, hands running above hot pumping blood and flesh. Heavy eye contact that yells sex and pleasure

You guys have sex in the forge all the time, instead of pounding hot metal he pounds that wet pussy (hahaha!)

Watching him pull the chains of the fire pit just gets it going for you. Back sweaty from the flames and work. Tan skin so glossy like copper

From you just wanting some papers to be signed for an new upcoming project turned into you having him on the workshop table

“Just like that, mi reina (my queen ). Como me haces sentir tan bien.” (You make me feel so good.)”

Jayce was thrusting into your cunt, the wood of the desk rattleing with every give and take. Your hands on his bare ass and his bracing your sides

When Jayce found your cunt’s sweet spot, the one that made your head fall into his shoulder with your eyes rolling back; pornografic grunt on your lips, he found gold

“You like that?” He grinned, finding solace in pleasure he gave you. Amused at how his body served yours so well

“Mmmm— yeah…” You licked the sweat of his jaw, slight stubble rough against your tongue

You loved him so much. Him with his stupid little smiles and big hands. And oh those eyes that made you dream of a safer tomorrow

“Esos ojitos de miel son tan bonitos. Te quiero comer enterito, papí!” (Those honey eyes are so pretty. I want to eat you whole, love!) You were practically going feral at his grasp. Eating at his neck and chest, savoring the taste of ash on his skin

You leaned back on your elbows, breasts jumping at his thrusts. Grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to cup your tit. Watching his cock drill in and out of your pussy. He was close by the knit of his eyebrows. Hips becoming harsher and sloppy

Jayce teased your clit, moving his fingers in the way you liked. Loving the clench of your walls as you grained your pelvis on his dick

“Assssíííí, cabrón—”(jusssstt like that, fucker—)

You came together in a world wind of grunts and curses. You creaming on his cock. Jayce rested his body weight on you as he came undone. Easing his head from your collar bones and giving his lips a peck. You loved how disheveled he looked, all fucked out with empty watery eyes

“Want me to give you a blowjob as you sign these for me?” You said brushing the hair of his face. Thankful for the shower he had installed at your request

“I would be an idiot to say no!”

Jayce is the king of aftercare! He will always have a snack or even a little trinket to give you after sex

“Look, I made a little pendant of the PR map!” Jayce showed you the little piece of metal. White teeth glinting as he was so proud of his artistry

“Oh my God— it uhmm… It has character alright!”

It looked more like a disheveled bean but you wore it proudly everywhere! You love your man

When you start dating Jayce, Viktor became your much appreciated third wheel

You always pack extra goodies and food in Jayce’s lunch box so that he gets feed too

Getting sad when Jayce comes home with tears in his eyes because his friend doesn’t take good care in himself

You even go as far as bringing him homemade meal preps to his house so he always has a warm dinner

Jayce’s favorite dishes you make are anything meat based: Bistec encebollado (beef steak with grilled onions), pollo guisado (stewed chicken in red sauce served over white rice), and pernil (slow oven roasted pork with crispy skin)

Would never admit to his mamá that your cooking is better than hers

And his mom absolutely invites you over to cook with her

Saying that she needs to pass on her recipes to her future daughter-in-law

You like spending Christmas at the Talis residence. A big old family gathering with delicious food and music

Ximena was more than pleased knowing that Jayce got himself a Latin girl!

Get ready to pump out some big chunky babies! This man is a Latino at heart and that comes with a few kids running around

The first time you ever visited the Talis home, Ximena took out all of Jayce’s baby pictures

“Awww, look at your tushy! Plump as ever I see.”

Jayce put his head in his hands. Ears red from his naked baby photos that you were so entranced by

“Mamí, please for the love of God put them away!”

Ximena gave her wedding ring to Jayce shortly after you left. The ring was carved and made by Jayce’s late father

“Si te vas a casar con cualquier persona, Jayce, tiene que ser ella.” (If you’re going to marry someone, Jayce, it has to be her.)

You call Jayce cerebrito (little brain) and he loves calling you mi tesoro (my treasure)

Viktor

Viktor knows the struggles of making it in Piltover as an outsider, both being form the Undercity and physically disabled

And making it to the best academy in Piltover while being different was surely a merit on its own

From simple study buddies to lovers. You fell first, but he fell harder

You call him estrellita (little star) because of his many beauty marks

I’ve read that people like to headcanon him as Czech, and I like that…. I like at ALOT

Teaches your words in his language to talk shit behind Jayce’s back. And by shit I mean make fun of his failed prototypes

Viktor straight out asked you to teach him the dirties curse words PR has to offer. And oh boy, do you give him a colorful list—

Cabrón (bastard), puñeta (fuck), hijo de puta (son of a whore), me cago en tu madre (I shit on your mom), mama bicho (cock sucker) , me cago en na’ (I shit on nothing), vete pal carajo (go fuck yourself)—

One time he got pissed at Jayce for not doing an equation right that ended up with the lab half burned to the ground.

You just stood next to Viktor as you watched them bicker at each other like a married couple. Jayce cleaning up the ash of his failed work

“You should have run them by me or Sky first, Jayce! We are partners, not competitors!” Viktor threw his now burned lab coat at him, hitting Jayce in the chest

“Well you shouldn’t have been making improvements to the Hexcore without my knowledge then!” Jayce pointed at Viktor, nailing back the fallen boards with unnecessary force. Wow, grumpy Jayce never got old

“You know what, Jayce—” Viktor looked at you with a evil glint in his eyes. Oh, no… “¡Me cago en tu madre!”

Jayce gasped like an old woman seeing a half naked girl at church. Mama’s boy Talis was going out for blood today

“Don’t talk about my Mamí like that—” he pointed at Viktor, hammer in one hand ready to knock his brains out.

“Come here you fucker!” Jayce launched towards Viktor as he scrambled to the other side of the desk

“Jayce, please don’t strain him too much! I still would like him in one piece!”

You were caught in this mess trying not to laugh as Viktor ran away with a giggle from his soon to be killer

“Take it back or I’m going to take that leg brace I built off with the bone still attached!”

“Never!” Viktor yelled triumphantly

It ended with Jayce and Viktor on their ass thanks to a good back head slap on your part

Guava enthusiasts. You brought mantecaditos (short bread cookies with guava paste on top) one time to the lab and they were gone before Jayce could try them

“Seriously, Viktor you didn’t even save me one—“ Jayce was looking inside the tin box with sad puppy dog eyes. Only finding crumbs at the every bottom

“There weren’t that many in the box anyways, Jayce.” Viktor said hiding the last cookies in his desk drawer. You made over 40 cookies, but he was never going to tell Jayce that

He likes anything vinegar based and soups. Like guineitos en escabeche (boiled green bananas dressed in a vinegar sauce) and sancocho (a hearty stew with a bunch of meat and vegetables like cabbage and yams)

It’s so funny hearing him pronounce the foods he likes! Viktor is really good at rolling his r’s. His accent is just to cute!

“What did you want me to make you Viktor?” You tried to hide your laughter as you looked at a grumpy Viktor

“I told you that I want that dulce de lecussy. The one you made last week with pieces of cheese.” He huffed

“You mean dulce de LECHOSA!” (candied papaya in sweet syrup with firm cheese) You crackled with lungs on fire from laughing so hard

“And what did I say then?!” He sassed at you trying to dim his smile

“That you basically wanted dessert pussy!!”

“I would mind that either, actually.” You gave him a slap on his shoulder. The sheer perversion of this man!

“¡Fo, que puerco eres!” (Ew, you’re such a pig!)

“How dare you call me a pig—” he gasped as you ran away from his wrath

He chased you with his cane and you ran around giggling trying to escape him

Viktor definitely has put in some weight and looks so much healthier

“I’m blaming you for my favorite trousers not fitting anymore.”

Once you showing him how real Puerto Rican girls twerk you created a new type of man. You decided to surprise him with a naked lesson. Rewarding him for the success of the Hextech gates.

“And what exactly do you call this?” Viktor rasped out. One hand firmly placed on your right hip. As the other went white holding the handle off his cane. Voice heavy with the heat of pleasure

“Perreo” you looked back at Viktor, watching him savor the ripples of your skin as you shook your body to the lyrics of Ivy Queen

“Mmm perreo…” he repeated absentmindedly

Pressing the cusp of your cunt on his clothed bulge, ass cheeks consuming and spilling out from his pelvis. Shaking your hips at various speeds and rhythms

Alternating between having your hands on the floor with your legs spread wide, having your knees bent with your fits on them, taking an ass cheek and spreading it so Viktor can see your sloppy pussy

“Eres bella.” (You’re beautiful.) heavy tongued, loving that the phrases you taught him were finally doing their magic

“Take that cock out now, jodio cabrón (fucking bastard).” Fuck did Viktor make you horny

“So vulgar.” He slowly unzipped his pants. Torturing you. He released his beautiful long cock. Dripping lines of precum down his head to his shaft 

You moaned at the sight of his dick, ready to be stuffed full. Spreading your pussy lips as an invitation. “Put it in.”

“I didn’t know that just a little dance could make you so aroused. Tell me what other— ohhhh, Janna!” Viktor had the wind knocked out of his lungs. Mouth gapping in pleasure

Sinking down his length shut him up. Pressing your ass until your cunt was consuming Viktor in a tight hold. Pushing him deep into the concrete

You swiftly shaking your ass faster than ever before. Not letting a single inches of that glorious dick escape your needy walls. One hand on the cold lab floor and the other playing with your clit

Viktor was whining, overwhelmed by the heat of your body. Hand letting go of his cane, it hit the ground with a powerful thud. Bracing himself on your hips

“I’m going to c-cum, my love—”

“Hechame esa leche adentro— mmmmmm… ¡Que rico eres, mi blanquito lindo!” (Cum inside me— mmmmmm… You’re delicious, my pretty little white boy!”)

Viktor came with a silente scream coating the inside of your pussy. If it wasn’t for the wall supporting Viktor’s back he would be on the ground by now

“That was incredible.” He stated, eyes wide with wonder and face flushed

He certainly asked for perreo lessons later on

And Viktor surprisingly can shake his hips very well! Which comes in handy for more than just one thing…

Vi

When you told her you were Puerto Rican she definitely said: “A mi me gusta la chocha de Puerto Rico.” (I love Puerto Rican pussy.)

You introduced her to reggaeton and now there is no going back, her favorite artist is Daddy Yankee

She likes to dirty dance with you, having your ass pressed against her pelvis. Especially when she has Bacardi in her veins

Vi doesn’t care what you put in her plate as long as it’s fresh and delicious

She enjoyes rice based dishes the most, like arroz con calamares (rice with calamari) and arroz con salchicha (rice with cocktail weenies)

She once downed a full bottle of coquito (coconut eggnog) on her own

Vi’s favorite dessert is arroz con coco (a coconut rice pudding)

She definitely makes fun of you for not being able to say certain words right!

Don’t EVER make a Puerto Rican say “jewelry” or “burglary”. We are allergic to L’s and R’s and it will cause us to go into septic shock!

Likes being called gringa by you. Thinks it’s hot when you say it, especially when she annoys the crap out of you

Her favorite curse word is vete pal’ carajo (go fuck yourself). And when she gets into scuffles or fights she always tosses it around

And she’s like “yeah, my girlfriend taught me that. I’m a bilingual queen as well.” She low key embarrassed the fuck out of you when she says that

“Vi, I really don’t want to do this—” Vi was strapping a pair of boxing gloves to your hands. “What if I get hurt? What if I hurt you?”

“Don’t worry about me, cupcake! I can take a few punches just fine. I’ll go easy on you. And besides—” she slapped the side of your headbrace. “I’ve seen you practice with Powder before. Ehh, it’s kind of pathetic how you throw a fist to be honest.” She gave your nose a peck, turning around and taking her side of the ring

“Hey! I’m a great hit!” You sassed placing your gloved hands on your hips

It was ON. You definitely were out for blood

“Then prove it! The stage is yours!” She ran the little bell that was attached at the wall.

It been less than 6 minutes in and you were already panting

Vi was definitely going light on you. Not even taking the spots you intentionally let open for her. She only dodged your every attempt to get a hit in

Light on her feet as she tripped your leg, causing you to fall on the ropes of the ring.

You wanted to call it, but your pride was too strong. And you equally stupid

“When are you going to hit me for real?! I didn’t think the great Violet was just a pussyfoot!” Vi pushed your buttons the right way. She loved when you got bratty

“You can’t take this heat, cupcake. I’ll knock you out until next Monday and Vander will have my head on a stick if I do.” She was right, but God did you want to wipe that smug look of her face!

“Oh, yes I can!” Your fist had a mind of its own. Angry as she was so cocky

Before you could think you took the open spot on her face. Hitting her square in the jaw, knocking her back on the rubber ropes. Vi was in shock and whiplashed by the quickness of your punch

“¡Ay, puñeta! ¡¿Violet, estás bien?!” (Oh, fuck! Violet, are you okay?!) You desperately took your gloves and stupid helmet off. The Velcro fighting your desperate attempt to pull it off

A drop of blood escaped her lips, Vi’s thumb flicked at the side of her mouth. Eyes on the smear of red, then up to you. Smirking at the damaged you inflicted

Fuck did you just make her 100 times hornier than she already was

“That kind of hurt.” Translation: it hurt like hell!

By the fire in her eyes you knew that you were so screwed. Your belly grew warm, the hole between your legs clenching on nothing

“Vi, I’m s-so sorry! I told that this was a bad—”

In a swift play of time, she pinned you against the ground. Having her left arm around your neck in a headlock, her left hand on your shoulder. As her legs trapped yours under her thighs, having them spread out with your pelvis arching forward. Both of your arms crossed behind your back pinned by the weight of your body

You moaned at the discomfort. Muscles tired by the training, you tried your best to wiggle out. Only for Vi to hold you harder against herself

“What’s wrong, cupcake? Bit off more than you can chew?” You did answer her with words, but with that glint in your eyes that meant (Fuck me, you damned raspberry bitch)

She slithered your baggy pants past your knees. Your pantieless cunt up in the air. Vi loved how you were always easy to access. From fingering you in public to her eating you out in some random alley

“Naughty girl. Who knew decking me in the face could get your pussy so wet.” She dipped a finger in your folds. Scooping the wetness and pulling it out to watch it drip

She gave your cunt a slap and your clit fluttered at the assault. Pulsating for more

“You like that, uhh?”

“Y-yeah—”

Vi gave you a plethora of open palmed hits. Juices streaming down your ass. Yelping as your cunt was being abused. All swollen and red

Vi thrusted her fingers into your opening in a scissoring motion. Her bloody thumb circling your clit

“V-vi— ahhhhaaamm! No puedo ver másss.” (I cant see anymore) Gurgling on the spit of your throat. Ready to pass out any second

Your vision went white by the lack of oxygen and the way Vi’s fingers played with your cunt so deliciously. Hot tears burning your skin from the constant stimulation

You stuck your tongue out, spitting saliva out thanks to the lack of air in your lungs. Face ready to turn blue. But did it make your body feel good…

“Just a little more— alright?”

Vi curled the tips of her fingers on your g spot and digged them in far into your crevice. Shaking her wrist to send vibrations to your whole pussy

You bit her forearm, shocks of pleasure coursing out the inside of your walls. Your teeth broke the skin, tasting the blood of your lover

Squirting the liquid of your orgasm on the ring’s floor. Vi let your body go, your lungs reviving in painful gulps of air

Vi turned you on your side, massaging your ribs and sternum. Licking the spit around your temple. She kissed your lips, careful not to take more oxygen from your body

“Who is going to clean this up?” Voice hoarse. Your mouth tasted coppery

“Lick the floor clean, losers get janitor duty.” She slapped your ass, you groaned at the lack of humanity. Vi got up from the floor and headed to her water bottle. Instead of taking a drink she poured it on her chest and hair. Nipples highlighted through her white sports bra. She pushed her wet hair back arms flexing a she felt your gaze on her

“We don’t got all night, cupcake. Avanza (hurry up).”

What a tease

Caitlyn

This girl has never know flavor until you came around

You were the daughter of one of her mother’s tailors and stylist. Your mom always brought you along to see her clients because she wanted you to take over one day

When you first visited the Kiramman residence you were blown away by the beauty of the estate. Your mom told you that this client would take longer than the others because she ordered a whole custom made ball gown

“I have a daughter, Caitlyn, about your age as well! Maybe you ladies can be friends! God knows my girl needs a gal pal.” She said excitedly as she was getting fitted for her gown.

Mrs. Kiramman gave you the liberty to explore the gardens as your mother worked. And you sat down near the water fountain to have your snack

“Esta gente si que tiene chavos…” (These people sure do have money…)

As you were munching on your sandwiches you saw a head of indigo hair peeking out from the rose bushes. A young girl

“Caitlyn, right? Do you want one?” You ask stretching your arms with your lunch in your hands. She timidly walked towards you

“What are they?” The girl asked as she sat next to you

“Sandwiches de mezcla (spam and velvita sandwiches) and platanutres (thinly fried plantain chips) ! They are really good, I made them fresh this morning.”

Caitlyn looked at them, and gently picked up a sandwich. Slowly taking a bite as she looked at your happy face.

Her eyes sparkling at the soft bread and salty spread

“Mmmm— I’ve never had anything like this before!” She then picked up some plantain chips. Savoring the salty crunch of them.

You quickly become friends. Cait even convinced her mother that she liked wearing fancy clothes just so that she could she you more frequently

Mrs. Kiramman was ecstatic that her little girl was going to wear more dresses than only her school uniform

Cait even goes as far as to ask her mom to invite you to her birthday party. The only close friend she really had was Jayce. And there were only going to be adults from other houses and The Council

You also became friends with Jayce, you both taught Cait how to dance bachata and salsa

“Cait move your hips more! You are stiff as a board, mija (girl)!” You said guiding her feet to the music

“I don’t have hips to shake!” She said as her cheeks flushed

Cait knows only a few Spanish phrases thanks to Jayce. Girl can’t roll her r’s or say her l’s even to save her life

She is a sweets girl! Loves flan de queso (cream cheese flan) and flan de vanilla (vanilla flan)

When she finally confessed her love for you she did it in Spanish. She practiced with Jayce for almost a month to get the emotions right

“Me gustas mucho. Te adoro. ¿Quieres ser mi novia?” (I like you a lot. I adore you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?) She handed you a bouquet of lilacs. You were so excited that you knocked her on her ass! You hit your head on a table and both of you spend your commitment with ice on your limbs

You watched each other grow up, you becoming a seamstress like your mother. And Cait going against all Mrs. Kiramman’s wishes and graduating from the Enforcer Academy

You join Cait in the private shooting classes with Officer Grayson. Both excellent shoots, but you not so much. You’re better in close range with a handgun

She looks so sexy in her enforcer outfit!

Lost your virginities to other other! It was the day of her graduation of the academy. When everyone was clustered in the Kiramman estate celebrating her accomplishment

You sneaked away together to her bedroom. Stealing a tray of hors d’oeuvres and a bottle of wine. Wanting to get away from the elite of Piltover

You were on her bed, stuffing your mouth with cheese and crackers

“You’re going to get crumbs on my sheets.”

“Are you going to give me a ticket for it?” Caitlyn scoffed at you as you tentatively shoved another bite in your mouth

Caitlyn stood in front of the mirror. Fixing her medals and badges that hung on the fabric. You knew her too well, she was picking herself apart. Thinking that she only got in the academy because of her name only

“I think I would get used to calling you “Officer Kiramman” you said crawling to the edge of the bed, bottle of wine in your hand. Lying on your stomach with your palm under your chin. Looking at the pretty lady in blue

You patted the spot next to you, discarding the bottle to the floor. Crossing your legs on the mattress

She walked to the bed and sat next to you, leaving her top hat on her bedroom ottoman

“Caitlyn, you have to believe me when I say that you are so much more than your house” You held her temple in your palm, she held your wrist. Closing her eyes as she savored your compassion

“You are more talented than those silver spooned pricks out there! You may have the same money and influence, but they will never reach the level of talent you have. Because what is all this power for if you don’t have the heart to push change? You care, Cait! And I saw with my own eyes how you make others do as well. Like the time you told your mom to give a raise for her maids and workers! Remember that?”

She giggled, remembering that day she saw your mother counting her last few coins to afford a new pair a shoes for you. Cait yelled at Mrs. Kiramman for hours, until she finally gave into her mistake

Next time she saw you there was a brand new pair of shoes on your feet that had you running up to Cait to tell her all about

And that instance evolved into Cait wanting a better world for you. She wanted to change the concrete you walked on into fields of flowers

“Thank you, I really needed that…”

“It also helps that you have a nice pair of tits.” You joked as you pointed to her Enforcer jacket

“You minx!”

She slapped your shoulder and chuckled as you faked your hiss in pain. Rolling around the bed as you help your poor “broken” arm!

“Ohhh, I’ve been a victim of police brutality!”

“I’ll show you brutality, bebé (babe)!”

She climbed on top of you, tickling your sides

“¡Cait, para que no puedo respirar!” (Cait, stop I can’t breathe!) Cait stopped her attach, watching as your chest rose to catch the missing breaths. Your cheeks rosie in adrenaline

She wanted you there with her always. Your hair on her pillows and the smell of your skin lingering on the buttery covers

“Cait?” You asked as you calmed down. Looking at her in worry

“Fuck it” Cait thought, as her lips captured yours in an estranged kiss.

After years of ghostly touches, of lingering eyes, and Jayce calling your romance worse than nuns in love in a convent. She wanted to go the next level with you

You pulled her in, rolling yourself on top

“Are you sure?” You asked bracing her neck

“It would be my honor to have my first time with you.” And yours as well. You started to take layers of your bodies

You both laughed at your struggle to unclip her blouse. Her fingers guiding yours as she showed you the intricacy of the clasps

“I guess that “enforcement” also extends to your uniform.”

“That’s why I only let you make my garments—” Caitlyn kissed the corner of your eye. “They are much more second party friendly.” You pushed the shirt of her body, surprised at the nakedness of the chest

“No bra?” You cupped her breast, feeling the goose bumps of her skin. Her breath hitched at the coldness of your hands

“I didn’t just expect half ass handshakes and putrid marriage proposals as graduation presents.” Cait took charge, pinning you against the edge of the bed. Crawling downwards to your core

She raised your skirt, white sheer stockings held by a lacy garter around your waist. Her eyes widened at the lack of fabric covering your mound

“You weren’t the only one expecting more than just pat on the shoulder tonight.” You moaned as she spread apart your lips

Cait dove in between your legs. Hands in your hips as she guided her tongue along your folds. Nose resting on the shell of your clit

“I t-think, ahhh, you underestimate yourself too much, Cait.” She focused on your bud, rolling her lips on it. Then sucking ever so lightly to draw whimpers out of your vocal cords

“¡Ya no aguanto más! Yo creo que—” (I can’t bear it anymore! I think that—)

You came with a grunt, arching your back of the matters. Head filling with rushed blood as it hanged free of support from the mattress. As you were lost in your high, Cait placed her cunt on yours and rolled her hips. Feeling her clit make love to yours. Your previous orgasm used at oil to make her slip against your pleasures

“Ready for another round?” She whispered into your raised calf. Teeth ripping the material of your stockings. She will buy you new ones, better ones.

Caitlyn was born into wealth and privilege, but she is the most understanding girl you’ll ever met

When you pointed out the problem, she found a solution even if it meant going against her high society

You opened her eyes to the real world and she is so thankful for that

Mel

You were part of the council serving as an international ambassador like her

When Mel first saw what you brought to the council she wanted only to use you as a pawn

But she fell in love with your want for progress, one that actually breaks cycles and not just one that covers them with empty promises

She saw herself in you, a woman that wanted to break the bounds of her past convictions

Neither of you had houses in Piltover and shared different cultural backgrounds than the others

You secretly make fun of the culture shocks you experienced when first moving to Piltover

Both you and Mel HATE the cold that comes with Piltovan winters

She knew about your country and even speaks fluent Spanish thanks to her mother being a Noxian general.

Mel is a scholar, she read up on everything PR before ever making a move on you

Even if she already read up on everything she asks you questions just to hear you rant about your roots

“Is it true that Puerto Rico has the best coffee? I’ve been planning on investing in some companies, but I’m still on the fence…” Mel said in a quizzical tone. Tapping her pen to her chin

Your eyes sparkled. “We have the BEST coffee! Did you know that we have almost 3,000 coffee farms in all PR?! And we also have started to produce cacao as well. It’s incredible considering—” you ranted out

She zoned out, just appreciating the beauty of which you speak so lovingly about a simple thing as coffee beans

You teach her how to make homemade sofrito (a wet spice blend made with sweet peppers, cilantro, recao, and other herbs)

But your favorite memory is when you made dulce de leche together because Mel wanted to make a tiered cake for Alura’s birthday

“¿Quieres probar un poco?” (Want to try some?) You had already some on your index finger for yourself, but you were dipping the wooden spoon for Mel to taste

“Absolutely.” She took the spoon out of your hand and placed it back in the pot. Mel grabbed your wrist

She brought your finger to her mouth. Feeling the velvety muscle roll on your finger pad. Mel took your digit all the way to the knuckle. Slowly pulling her head back with a moan

“It could use some more vanilla.” Mel said dipping her finger back into the caramel. You were felt stunned, mouth gapping and your temple rose red

“What about the sugar?” You cringed as your voice broke. Screaming mentally about getting a grip. You literally have the prettiest woman in Piltover at your wake, and here you are speaking like a teen hitting puberty!

“Mmm, I can find another way to make it a little sweeter…”

“Strip for me, darling.” You did has she commanded. Shredding off the layers of clothing all to please her

You loved the way she looked at you, eyes of a lioness. They held a power over you, you ate from her hands

She took the pot by the handle and tilted it until syrup flowed out the metal. Pouring lukewarm dulce de leche on your skin. As if she was washing the body of a queen. It slowly dripping down your body. From your nipples to the crescents of your abdomen

Flicking her finger up the cusp of your breast to your nipple. Collecting the sugary treat only for her to give her finger to you. You repeating the same action she did moments before

She stared at the base of your neck, then at your chest. Occasionally, coming back to you and sticking out her tongue so you could eat it out of her mouth. You didn’t know who was sweeter. Mel or the candy you made together

Mel kittened licked your areolas clean, never breaking eye contact with you. As her hot tongue cleaned you off

Mel stripped shortly after. The gold birthmarks of her body reflecting in the light. She takes the spoon an and spreads the dulce de leche on her ass cheeks. Candy flowing down her thighs

“Eat up.”

You sat on the floor staring with the drizzle on her thighs, then raising to the globes of her ass. Licking the syrup of her smooth skin. Nibbling at the small golden freckles that decorated her dark skin

“Is it sweet enough now, darling?”

You ordered a cake from an expensive bakery in Piltover and called it a day. What Alura didn’t know won’t hurt her

She definitely stuffed your pussy with her paint brushes when she is working on a new project

Having your legs spread wide for her as he picks up a brush for your entrance, making sure she thrusts it in and out a few times to get a moan for you

Sucking the juices of the handle then dipping the bristles in red paint

And what about you eating her out in her office when she is working?! The possibilities are endless with Mel

For me she is the type to love anything you make her. There is so much diversity in Puerto Rican cuisine and her just picking one is impossible in her eyes.

But man does she appreciate a fresh mofongo relleno de camarones (smashed fried plantain topped with shrimp in a tomato sauce)

And you also teach her the basics of bomba (a tradicional African dance). Even gifting her a custom made traditional outfit to make your dance rehearsals all the more authentic

Mel takes you on lavish vacations to the island. Staying at the best hotels and you serve as a guide to her. Taking Mel to all your favorite local spots to eat pinchos (meat skewers) and drink Medallas (Puerto Rican beer)

You took her to your favorite archipelagos and little islands surrounding PR. And skinny dipped into the various bioluminescent bays at night. Mel had never had such a good time in her life

“Querida (love), I have a present for you.” Mel entered your shared living space. Medium canvas in hand

“Oh, Mel! You didn’t have to! Is there any special occasion that I forgot about?!” You got up from your stop on the couch, greeting her with a kiss

“No, love. I just wanted to do something special.” She turned the canvas around. You squealed at the art piece. She never disappoints!

“Mel! ¡Qué pintura más espectacular! (What an espectacular painting!) The water and sand look so life like! I can’t wait to hag this up in my office!”

“I painted it after we got back from holiday. It’s that big archipelago you took me at the end of your trip.” She circled your waist for behind, resting her chin on your shoulder

“Yes, Cayo Icacos! Oh my God, it even has the same dock and the coast line!” You said admiring the canvas

“There is also on more thing—” She walked over your wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of wine. “I bought Icacos for us. So we can spend your winter vacations there. Alone. Together.” She kissed your jaw, handing you the glass

“Oh like you rented it out for us?” You took a swig, moaning at the sweet undertones

“No, I got the government to officially sell it to me and put it under our names.” Mel said nonchalantly. You sip out your wine in shock

Yep, you definitely passed out shortly after

Ekko

You were one of the people that lost everything to Silco. Your community was slowly taken by Shimmer and gang wars

Ekko and the Firelights rescued you from Silco’s men. You didn’t want to join his web of crime and they proceeded to burn your shop with you inside

If it wasn’t for them being close by you would have lost more than just a few inches of healthy skin

Ekko teaches you how to fix things, how to clean and go at any loose cables their hover skateboards may have

You also picked up flying those boards pretty quickly, he made sure to make them as user friendly as possible

You were sitting on one of the many branches of the Tree, watching the children play and seeing the progress of the new faces in the mural. Fuck did it hurt seeing those paint brushes touch the trunk of the tree

The branch shook with the addition of a foreign weight

“Lost in thought, chica (girl).” You looked up at Ekko, still wearing his Firelight coat with his white owl mask hanging from his belt

“Tell me what’s your mind.” He sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully

“I fell like I’m not doing much— like I’m not doing anything. Like I-I’m a burden to this place.” You sighed, throat tight with anxiety. Eyes burning with hot tears

“And what do you want to do?” Ekko asked, holding your hand that was resting your lap. Shining brown eyes studying your features

God why was he so damn handsome when you are in the middle of a breakdown!

“I just d-don’t want to stand by— and — and watch my people be slaughtered…” You said between jagged lips

Ekko smirked at your answer, slowly pulling away from you and placing a box on your thighs

“What is it?” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand

“Open.” Ekko leaned back on his palms, trying his best to keep his cool guy act even if he was nervous as hell inside

You opened the box, inside there was a Firelight mask. One shaped like the face of a bird like many others in group

Suddenly you remembered that faint pop of green in the sky from your childhood. Of a little green bird that would eat your grandmas tomatoes from her garden

Your eyes widened. What is this really what you think it is?

“Ekko— is this a cotorra puertorriqueña (PR’s national bird)?” You said in aw, lifting the mask and examining its details. Feeling the emotion Ekko put into carving it

“I’m sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make something that would represent you—” He took a small book from of his coat, falling apart by age. “And I landed on that. I found this book in one of the flee markets I went to.” He flipped the pages, letting you see the images and words on the pages. Everything from fauna to history was written on it

Ekko pointed at an image of the bird. “It just screamed you— beautiful and free. I-I mean also many other things like—”

You cut Ekko of with an embrace, holding the mask to your chest

“No sabes cuán agradecida estoy, Ekko. Gracias, gracias, gracias…” (You don’t know how grateful I am for this, Ekko. Thank you, thank you, thank you…) You sobbed on his shoulder, gripping him tightly as if something was going to take him away from you

“Por nada, chica (you’re welcome, girl).” Ekko whispered, arms circling your back

You cook for the Firelight community and when it’s your turn to serve your food the line triples with people more than other days

Ekko even made space for a little herb garden for you! And you have some plantain trees growing in

He likes helping you cook as well. His favorite thing to do is cut, mash, and fry tostones (plantain fritters)

Wouldn’t it be cool for Ekko to have some Caribbean background?! Like Jamaican, Trinidadian, or even Dominican

I can just see Ekko going ham on a pastelón de carne (a sweet plantain lasagna with ground beef and mozzarella cheese)

You give the kids and the adults Spanish lessons. And private ones to Ekko (wink wink)

I believe that the community has a beautiful shower pace! Filled with plants and vines that filter the water making it crystal clear. It’s almost like a never ending waterfall. And it’s especially breathtaking at night when the moon and fireflies light the place up

It was past midnight, and you just got back from other painstaking parole. Dirt coating your clothing and skin

You head straight to the showers. Discarding your clothes on the bench of the makeshift stall you were in.

The stream was cool to your skin, nursing those fresh bruises on your arms and thighs. Grateful for the fresh washcloths, liquid soap and towels that were replenished after every use

You turned around at the sound of an object falling. Ekko’s pupils wide at the sight of your bare breasts and ass. As his owl mask laid on the floor. Who long was he there looking? Did he like what he was looking at?

“S-shit I’m sorry! I thought that it was empty! I’m just gonna—”

“It’s okay— you can stay if you want, Ekko…” Did one of Silco’s goons hit you to hard on the head? Ekko hesitated at first, but when you gave him a nod

You saw him taking off his clothes. Body littered with old scars. He stepped into your space. Both you and him admiring your bodies, if it wasn’t for the cold water you would be in flames

Trying your best to not look at his cock. You started washing off the white paint, careful of not to get any in his eyes. And he did the same, washing your face and neck. A blush on your cheeks

“I believe that “Boy Savior” is an understatement—” Feeling his toned stomach under the soapy washcloth. “You are more of a man than a lot of people out there.”

“Can I kiss you?” He brushed his thumb along the curves your your lips

“Yes…”

Ekko leaned into your lips. He hungered you for a long time, scared that if he got to close you’ll disappear like all his past loved ones

He touched the purple bruise on your rib as he wanted to pull you in, you gasped in pain breaking the kiss. His touch recoiled, then slowly came back in feather like stokes

“You should have never gotten this hurt!” He was angry at himself, it should have been him getting hurt. Not you, never you!

“I shouldn’t have been so focused on destroying those Shimmer barrels…” He pressed his forehead on yours. Eyes crimson with hurt

“We signed up for this, I did too. And if making the Underground better means a few scrapes and headaches, then I’m more than happy to do so.” Thumb wiping away his stray tears

“What can I do to make this up to you?” He kissed the pulse of your wrist

“If you shut up and make love to me.”

He backed you against the rocky wall, water cascading in between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Moans concealed by the rush of the water

Ekko’s hips meet yours as he dropped and lifted your body on his arms. Cock hitting you gummy walls and g-spot

“¡Clávame más fuerte! ¡Quiero que se te rompa el bicho de tan duro que me rócese!” (Fuck me harder! I want you to break your dick with how hard you give it to me!)

Nails scratching his back, adding to the multitude of wounds on his body. You both were going to hurt so bad in the morning

“You drive me crazy, chica (girl)!”

You came in his cock in the final thrust, body pulsating with the warmth of your orgasm and the ice of the water

He pulled out and came on your stomach, kissing your neck hard enough to leave traces of your escaped. Your legs jelly at the knees

You and Ekko spent the last hours of night in the streams. Basking in the freshness of your flesh. Having each other on every wall and surface possible

“You know what I’m feelin’ right now?”

“Like your cock is going to fall off?” You said into his chest as you laid back with him on the wooden bench looking at the moon. Ekko’s chest rumbled in a chuckle

“That, and a hot bowl of asopao de pollo (chiken and rice soup).”

Sevika

Sevika definitely has a thing for Latinas

You moved to Piltover a few years ago and started working at The Last Drop. There was an influx of Spanish speaking people and Vander was desperately looking for a bilingual server

He hired you on the spot not caring how many years of experience you had

She basically became your unofficial body guard. Scaring of creeps that got to friendly while you were working

You taught her how to play dominos and you still ended up losing! You had to make her sorullitos (fired cornmeal sticks) for a month

She helps you give out food to the kids and homeless people around the Undercity. It breaks her heart seeing you cry over the people that suffer thanks to Piltover

After she lost her arm you took care of her. Making her cope with a new life change and the challenges that came with it

And you best believe you chewed her ear off about the whole Vander and Silco situation. Refusing to work for Silco and running your own food business to get by

There aren’t many South East Asians in the Undercity or in Piltover, and you bonded because of the lack of a community.

I think you guys talk a lot about the men in your life, how they treated both of you with violence. How toxic males can be thanks to your cultures never giving them consequences for there actions

Talking about how unworthy Sevika felt for just being born a woman, and a queer woman at that. How she finally broke away from all the stereotypes and became a force to be reckoned with after the death of her father

You heal each others soul wounds by embracing the best of your heritage 

She knows all the Indian beauty secrets! She is the one that washes and oils your hair. Saying that “you don’t know how to take care your hair”

“Sevika, I feel like my scalp is about to start bleeding!” You wiggled away as the scalp massager dug into the sensitive parts of your head

“That means it’s working! Stop being a baby.” She poured more warm oil on your head and ignored your whining

She just wants to do something nice for you and loves your reaction as you see how long your hair as gotten since getting together

A lot of the spices that you both use for your cooking it basically nonexistent in the underground

And if they sell them, they go for an arm and a leg (hahaha amputation joke)

So Sevika makes sure that she puts special orders in the smuggling catalog for all the spices, herbs and produce that you both need to make delicious meals

You put her on to tropical fruits. From the massive avocados to the sweet and sour passion fruits

“So when I’m getting a taste of your papaya?” She is a massive flirt.

Sevika’s love language is making you a cup of chai every morning

She is mostly vegetarian, only occasionally eating meat. So her favorite food that you make is also a labor of love

So I just know she loves the pasteles you make. They literally take you a whole day to prepare. From cooking the pork or chicken, toasting the banana leaves on the stove, grading the plantains, making the red oil, and wrapping them up to look like a present

It was the holiday season and you sold almost 30 preorders of your 12 count pasteles. Making big bank, but losing your peace filling all these orders in time for Christmas Eve

She says that she will “help” but she stands leaning on the counter as you fold the banana leaves in place as she munches on plantain chips

Sevika thought you were the sexiest at home in your batas (old lady dresses or muumuus). She could clearly see the outline of your body thanks to the sheer fabric. Especially liking how your nipples got hard in the cold air and the fat mound of your hairy pussy when you didn’t wear panties with the nightgown

With a frustrated look on your face when the leaf doesn’t want to work with you

Cursing under your breath “Hijo de puta— yo te digo…” (“Son of a bitch— I’m telling you…”)

“You look so sexy when you’re frustrated, mamí…” Sevika cradled your hips from behind. Kissing the curve of your nec

“Was helping me all bullshit Sevika?”

“You forget that I only have one arm left?” She said patting her empty shoulder. Smirking at your eye roll

You weren’t amused at all at her joke. “Haha, very funny…”

“But I have other ways to help you at least…” Her hand slowly creeping under your dress strap

“Like what?” You questioned her, eyebrows raised

Sevika was in between your legs as you made the last batch of pasteles for the night

Nightgown discarded on the floor

Sucking on your clit each time you finished folding a pastel. Slowly pulling it away from her mouth and letting it go with a pop. Her two middle fingers thrusting in and out of your entrance

She watched from the kitchen floor as your breasts heaved at every lick of her tongue. Biting your outer lips when you didn’t fold the leaves fast enough

“¡Comeme la tota así mismoooo!” (Eat my pussy just like thatttt!) You made those pasteles as if you were on steroids

Her nose pressed against your mound breathing the smell of your cunt. The smell of a grown woman was intoxicating to her.

Sevika speed up her fingers and tongue, you wanted to come undone. But pushed through the last of them

Your hands braced the counter as your orgasm took over. Raising one of your legs of the ground so Sevika could drink your release fully. She groaned at the taste, vibrations sending heat through your overstimulated body

You sucked a breath, peering down your bottom half. Sevika resting her head on your inner thigh, sucking purple marks on your flesh. Jaw coated in your silk. Grey eyes drinking in your dazed face

“I believe I was more than enough help. Don’t you agree, muñeca (doll)?” She gave you clit a little kiss, pleasure running up your spine

“Eres terrible, ‘Vika—” (you’re terrible, ‘Vika—) you let out breathlessly. Ruining your fingers through her short hair

She took her fingers out of your pussy, and you leaned down to taste yourself on her. Indulging in the salty sweet flavor of your bodies. Lapping her fingers clean and then kissing Sevika. Her lips push against yours

“Mmm my compliments to the chef.” You had more than one good fuck that night on the floor with Sevika

Who knew that pasteles were such an aphrodisiac?

If they ask you why these were so delicious you just smile shyly and say: “I just put a little extra love (orgasm) into them.”

Vander

As a bartender he absolutely was inspired to make a cocktail menu for you. Makes you his official taste tester for any new drink he plans to put in the menu

You owned a small food stand in the Underground ever since he was working in the mines

And it was always packed with people in and out of work

You got together shortly after Vander stopped your shop from getting mugged by some punks

Vander is a coffee lover and always makes it a routine to get up early in the mornings just so that he can have a hot cup of Puerto Rican joe with fresh butter and bread on the side

Thankful that you always feed his kids when he doesn’t have time to cook for them, and free at charge with at that

But he always sneaks more than enough coin into your tip jar when he visits you after a rough day

“Does Vander ever feed you guys at all?” You asked serving another customer

“He does but he burns everything he cooks—” Vi said licking her fingers clean from the delicious poultry you made

“Can I have another piece of chicken, tití (auntie)?” Powder said holding her empty plate at you, big eyes looking at you with love. Mouth covered in red sauce

“Con esos ojitos (with those little eyes) who can say no to you Pow-Pow!”

Yes his kids call you auntie and I’ll take that to the grave!

Whenever you call him “Hound” he blushes! And you make fun of him a lot for it as well. Calling him a dog as you catch him looking at your ass as you bend over to get plates and watching your tits jiggle as you make your fresh pressed juices.

Coquito (coconut eggnog) is his all time favorite drink, second to guarapo (sugar cane juice). And when you gave him a shot to try it solidifies his want to open a bar so he can make delicious drinks like this

When it’s the holidays Vander lets you have parrandas (live Puerto Rican music parade) at the bar. You introduced him to el guiro (a type of musical instrument) and la pandereta (small hand drum). And he plays them really well!

“Maybe those big hands are not just useful for punching things, huh Vander?” You played along side him as you watched the kids for a dance circle. Chuckling at Powder’s lack of feet coordination as she stepped on Mylo’s toes

“I will have to show you sometime. You will certainly be surprised, love.” You blushed, quickly going over the other musicians to sing your part of the chorus. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, loving the attention he gave you

The kids went to sleep as midnight approached. The adults enjoying their late drinking. Vander was leaning against the bar as you danced with Sevika. Watching you teach her the basics of bachata so that she could impress the girl she was pinning for

“You’re not so bad at this, Sevika!” She twirled you around

“Na, I’m better at the cards than all of this.” Sevika said, still looking at your feet as you guided her steps

In the corner of your eye you saw this other girl go up to Vander. You didn’t hear what they were thanks to the loud music. But you saw him shaking his head “no”. The girl turned around annoyed, flicking her wrist at him as dismissing a dog. Wishing her eyes found a brain in the back for her skull as she rolled them. You thought she finally back off. But you were wrong…

She pressed her ass against the front of his pants, shaking her flat flabby ass. Vander choking in his drink in pure shock. Trying to push the girl away

Before Sevika could stop you, you were already across the other side of the bar. Fist clenched, Vander making brief eye contact with you. His eyes widened at your wrath. Uh oh…

“¡Èl dijo que no jodia puta! ¡Te voy a romper la cara!” (He said no you fucking whore! I’m going to break your face in!) Grabbing her hair by the root and dragging her off to the bar floor. Her screaming and sinking her nails on your forearms, drawing blood. You screamed at her attach

You hear people cheer and yell at you to: “teach her to not touch anyone’s man again”.

Throwing your body weight back and making her crash into the round tables. Before the girl could even process the pain you straddled her stomach and punched her face in. The alcohol in your system making you rabid

“Love, that’s enough!” Vander pulled your fingers off the girls body. You were thrashing against his hold. Sevika hoisted the other woman taking her out of the bar.

“Everyone, out!” Vander yelled. You watched bodies move with blurry eyes. You still thirsty for blood.

“¡Déjame! (Let go!) ! Ugh, Vander!” He threw you over his shoulder. You punching his muscular back for him to let you go. He took you into the supply closet behind the bar. Dropping your feet on the floor.

“Let me out Vander! She is not getting off that easy for touch you like that!”

You wobbled like a new born fawn, holding the shelves for support. Vander locked the door and turned on the dim light abode your heads.

“Sit your ass down! I’m not tellin’ you twice…” Vander warned, pointing at the large empty barrel. You stared him down on your tippy toes. Blue eyes piercing yours.

“You really want to go there, sweetheart?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest. Getting close enough to smell the whiskey and smoke on his breath. The smell of your man

You wanted those hands around your throat. You wanted him to fuck the brat out of you. Your fight for dominance was short lived

“Fine.” You caved in and sat down with an annoyed plop. Grumbling at him with your arms crossed

God, did you love the control he had over you. You loved a man that put you in your place, while still being caring and loyal

Vander turned his back to you while looking for the first aid kit. Admiring the thickness of his body. And those pants that made his ass and legs look so delectable

“If I wouldn’t have stopped you, you’ll be heading to Stillwater by the end of the night.” Vander stood in front of you, raising your head to meet his warm gaze

“I’m sorry—” You whispered as your eyes became teary

“Christ, love! You would have killed her!” He lifted your arms to see the damage. Cleaning your wounds with alcohol. You hissed at the burn. Vander slowly wrapping your forearms with white gauze

“I’ve never seen you act like that before—” Breaking the silence. “I didn’t think a lady such as yourself could be so violent, so jealous…”

Vander would never admit that he loved what you did to that girl. How sexy you were while beating the shit out of a stranger just for him. It made him feel loved in a fucked up way

He lifted your bandaged arms to his lips. Breathing the scent of your wounds

“Tell me, love. Are all Puerto Rican women like that?” He asked innocently, looking at your face with curiosity

“I’m not just a jealous woman, Vander… I’m going to tell you a little secret about us puertorriqueñas.” You said stroking his bearded cheek. “We are territorial. And we fight for what is ours, even if it means that I have to fucking sink my teeth into any whore that touches mi hombre (my man)” You said between your gritted teeth, pulling Vander towards you. Tongue sinking into his mouth tasting faint of whiskey

You pulled his belt, harshly tugging it open. Feeling his hard cock through the fabric. God, did you want to get that whore’s smell of him. Replace it with the scent of your cunt

“You are mine, Vander. And I am yours.”

His eyes dialed, pants ever so uncomfortable. Vander launched at you, lifting you by your legs and kissing your lips. Your back gently hitting against the liquor shelves

He quickly discarded your bottoms, you gave his length a few pumps then lined it up against your cunt. You could never get bored of the sight of his cock, or the hot stretch it gave you

“Choke me, Vander!” You yelled, pussy filled with him. His hand was placed in your neck in a moment. Fingers pressing your pulse points.

Vanders thrusting was meet with the sounds of clinking bottle and the rattling of the shelves. He was a beast, slapping your entrance at full force as moans were caught on your airway. Velvety walls sucking him in. Heavy balls knocking against the push of your cheeks.

“I’m gonna cum, lovie—” He let go of the hold on your throat. “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth!” Vander dismounted you. Cock glossy from the slick of your pussy

You kneeled on the ground, fingers fucking your pussy. Taking that big veiny dick in one go, slurping your combined juices as his tip hit the back of your throat. Vander’s hand resting in your hair. Your other hand massaging his balls

Vander came with a grunt, back of his head hitting the wooden shelves. Gasping in surprise as it coated your mouth. He was going to need ice for that later, you thought, enjoying the creaminess of his cum

Sticking your tongue out to show him his release. Then moaning as you swallowed it

“You dirty girl.” Biting your lip as he cursed at your seduction

“My dirty dog.”

You licked his cock clean. Pulling his foreskin in between your lips. Kissing it all around and making out with his tip slit. You nibbled at his shaft, using a bit of teeth to draw gasps from Vander

You brought your mouth to his pubic bone. Biting his skin, hard enough to leave marks. And leaving hickeys on his stomach

Loving how your food left some extra pounds on him. Making his tummy all the more squishy and soft

“You’re eating me alive, love—” You giggled on his skin, slowly stroking his spent cock. “Mark your territory, mi loba (my she-wolf).”

“Con placer…” (With pleasure…) You gave his cock a final kiss. Long lasting, a little red bruise at the side of his shaft. Moaning at your work, eyes sparkling up at him

Vander helped you off your knees, and leaned you against his chest. You rested there for a while, calming down for your sex crazed high

“Do you want me to make you a passion fruit mock-tail, darlin’?” Vander rasped, hand soothing the pulse of your throat 

“Yesss please, and with extra—” Vander shushed you with a kiss

“And with extra ice and pineapple pieces. I know, amor (love), I know.” He pecked your forehead

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Late Night Surprise (Part 1)

Summary: Unable to fall asleep, you take a late night walk around the outskirts of camp to clear your head and stumble upon a BIG surprise, but not one that doesn't please you. 

Pairing: arthur x female marston!reader

Word count: 2,969

Warnings/tags: smut (18+, mdni), reader slaps Arthur across the face for calling himself ugly, oral male receiving, facial (teehee), arthur is a little pervy for stealing a picture of you to use as porno, but in the end it’s all consensual so we’ll just breeze on by that...

The flames in the blackened stone fire ring had grown low, licking at what charred wood remained among the hot coals. You stared into the dying flames and felt the cool breeze of the late summer night blow through your locks. Despite the busy day you had, sleep had not come to you this evening, leaving you alone by the fire with only your thoughts to keep you company as the rest of the camp lay asleep, or guarded the outer edges. 

You thought about the day you had, what lay ahead tomorrow, philosophical ponderings… and then your imagination found its way to your favorite point of interest, Arthur. God, he was one of the most beautiful men you felt you had ever feasted your eyes on. His big, broad figure, the way he carried himself, his eyes, his strong arms, his legs, what might lie between them…. You began to feel that familiar coil of desire tightening in your core, arousal pooling in your undergarments at the thought. What you wouldn't give to just get his attention, or better yet to have him pin you underneath him and have his way with you. 

You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back to the present. You decided to take a walk to let some steam off, hoping you would soon be able to get some sleep. As you walked along the edge of camp, you kept your ears and eyes open for night animals, one hand on your revolver as you surveyed the night scenery. You felt secure, however, knowing that most animals in these parts were much more scared of you than you them, and that camp was still within your line of sight. Still you could never be too safe. 

As you walked you listened to the occasional dead leaf crunch under your foot, the peeping of a shrew, or the skittering of another small woodland creature passing by. It brought comfort to you to bring your awareness to the night flora and fauna. 

As you listened carefully, you began to hear another sound. First, a slight rhythmic rustle of fabric. You paused, your grip on the revolver tightening. Then… you heard… a grunt followed by a low moan? Your cheeks flushed at the realization of what was likely occurring. Your mind wandered back to the thoughts you had set out on this walk to clear, wondering if it could be Arthur. Well shit, it wasn't like you should stick around to find out. Imagine if it was Micah or Uncle. You wanted to vomit at the thought. But then you heard the groans again, accompanied by a Arthur’s gruff voice producing a stream of curse words. 

Fuck. You knew it was wrong to stay and listen. You felt perverted for wanting to catch a glimpse. But you had fantasized about Arthur like this for weeks, months even. Surely he wouldn't mind. It wasn't like he didn't have desires. In fact, you had caught him checking out your chest and your rear when he thought you weren't looking before. 

Sealing your fate in hell, you crept closer to the noise. You felt the heat of desire beginning to burn hotter and hotter as you approached, the occasional groans and curses continuing. Finally, there he was, standing in the dark wood, back against a tree, pants undone, stroking his cock back and forth, precum shining in the moonlight. Just as you had hoped, it was huge, girthy, surrounded by dark hair. You let your eyes trail up to his Adonis’ belt and then back down to his manhood. Then, you looked at his face, twisted with pleasure, eyes barely held open as they fought the weight of lust as he stared down at his hands. What was that in his left hand that he was trying so hard to keep his eyes on? You knew it was risky, but you decided to move in closer to get a better look. 

Now you stood only a few feet behind him. The pool developing between your legs was beginning to drip at the sound and sight of him pleasuring himself. But what was in that picture? You focused your eyes to see and were surprised to see that it was a picture of… you. 

Your mind quickly flashed back to one morning a few weeks ago when your twin brother John had stomped into the middle of camp demanding to know who had stolen something from him. He kept a small collection of photos next to his bedding. That morning, he had awoken to find one missing, the one of you. You were his last connection to his immediate family, and frankly the only one he had any desire to keep. When you had happened upon a photo booth in Saint Denis, John insisted on getting your picture in case anything were ever to happen to his twin sister. He helped you fix your hair and smooth out your clothing before you sat down, and you were quite happy with the way the photograph eventually turned out. 

Now, it had gone missing, and he immediately suspected it was for unholy reasons. He knew how things could get as a wandering outlaw, but he'd beat senseless the man who dared make his sister the nonconsensual object of their lust. But alas, nobody would admit to stealing it. There were likely suspects in camp, so he even took the liberties of rifling through their things when they were out and about. Eventually, he gave up the chase, deciding he would just have a new photo made, perhaps the two of you together this time. Of course, he never suspected it was Arthur that had stolen your picture. 

But it had been. And here he was, pleasuring himself to your likeness. God, he looked so hot like this. You wanted so badly to reach out and take his cock in your hand, maybe even your mouth. You would plant kisses up and down his length, wetting your lips with his soaked tip. You would take him so deep you would be gagging, nose buried in the coarse curls that surrounded his manhood. You imagined him moaning your name, praising you, until he would finally release his load down your throat. Your core was becoming painfully swollen with desire between these dirty thoughts and the pornographic scene in front of you. Surely he would want the same, considering you had clearly been on his mind for the weeks the picture has been missing… but what if he didn’t? What if he rejected you? What if he got upset that you had been watching him? Really you should be the one upset that he was secretly stroking himself to your picture. Finally, you decided to take the risk, to close the gap between the two of you, approaching the backside of the tree he leaned against.

“Need some help there?” you asked flirtatiously, trying to rid your voice of the nervousness you felt.

Arthur jumped at your voice, fingers quickly clasping around the photo, trying to conceal it, the other hand trying to tuck himself back into his pants. But your hand was faster, reaching out to grab the picture from where you stood behind him. His eyes fell to yours, pupils dilated with lust, though fear was written all over his face. You opened the picture in your hand, delighted with the power you currently held over him. 

“What were you thinking about there, cowboy?” you teased as you walked out in front of him, eyes fixed the image in your hand for emphasis, rendering Arthur speechless. He continued to stare at you, wondering what you would do next. Would you tell John? The gang? Would you hurt him, try to kill him even? What had he been thinking, stealing that picture? But, god help him, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you for at least a couple of months now. Arthur had felt guilty trying to sneak glances at you in person. He figured that if he stole the photo of you to look at instead, he wouldn’t truly be eyeing you up and risking making you feel uncomfortable. He felt strongly about you and didn’t want you to feel like an object. Now, here he was, caught red handed by the woman he had desired to protect. Arthur felt dirty, shame bubbling up in his stomach.

“Now I just… hold on a minute there…” was all Arthur could stammer, putting his hands up in surrender. 

“Oh, don’t be shy. I just want to know what you were thinking about that had you moaning like that,” you said, mouth turning up into a devious grin. Your hand made its way to his waistband, fingers dipping into the fabric to find his manhood, exposing him once again to the night air. Arthur’s breath hitched at your touch, mind torn between arousal and fear at the possibility that you may be preparing to remove his member from his body, not yet realizing that you were actually into this.

You began to stroke his length, already covered in precum from Arthur’s previous ministrations. A deep groan rolled out of his throat as his mouth fell open, head tipping back. “Was I touching you, Arthur?” you teased, thoroughly enjoying the control you held over him. All Arthur could do was moan in response, still wary of what you would do next, but distracted by the immense pleasure you were bringing him. 

“Did I have any clothes on? Or were you imagining my bare chest? Were you touching my tits? God, that would feel so good” you moaned. “Why don’t you?”

Arthur’s eyes may as well have popped out of his head at that request. He was slowly beginning to understand that you weren’t mad at your discovery. “You would want that?” Arthur asked sheepishly. 

“Arthur, do you have any idea how long I have been wanting you? I never admitted it because I didn’t think you would feel the same about me, but god, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” you admitted, allowing the tone to shift from one of dominance to vulnerability. 

“Really? An ugly ol’ thing like me?” Arthur mumbled, having a hard time believing your confession. Your heart shattered at his comment, surprised to see the insecurity buried within the grisly outlaw. Still, the comment infuriated you. 

Before you could even think, a loud smack cut through the air as your palm made contact with his cheek, his face turning to the side at the impact. You grabbed his chin firmly, turning his head to look back at you. “I will never hear you speak so poorly of yourself again. Do you understand?” you questioned sternly.

Arthur turned his eyes to look up at you, hardly registering the sting of his cheek as his heart reeled at your words. ‘Could somebody really feel so strongly about a bastard like me? Would somebody really feel so deeply?’  he wondered, studying your expression for any sign of deceit. 

Casting his eyes back to the ground, he uttered a soft “yes ma’am” in reply.

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, hoping Arthur would make good on his promise. 

You remained like this for a moment before you gently pulled back. As your eyes traveled up and down his large, broad figure, your mind returned to the reason you had found Arthur out here at the edge of camp. 

Your hand slowly returned to his length, gently stroking up and down again, Arthur’s head falling back, lips parting to release a deep, breathy groan. You moaned, delighted at the sound, smiling up at him. Then you were sinking to your knees, eagerly rolling your tongue over Athur’s leaking tip. “Jesus” Arthur stammered, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. This only encouraged you to take him deeper, tongue swirling all around him, sucking him just right, taking him until your nose was buried in the wiry curls at his base. You felt his legs stuttering, saw his hands flailing at his sides, trying to decide what to grab hold of. He couldn’t help but find his fingers laced in your hair, hips starting to lightly fuck himself into your mouth. You would allow it just this once, but next time, (oh you hoped there would be a next time,) his assumption of control wouldn’t fly. 

You dipped your hand under your clothes as you knelt there taking him in your mouth, fingers beginning to draw circles over your puffy clit. You let out a moan at the feeling, the combination of your fingers and the way Arthur was using you for his pleasure sending you into a delirious, lust-filled haze. Your moan was enough to bring Arthur right to the edge. He lifted his heavy eyelids, blinking through the moisture to look down at you. The sight of you was what finally sent him over, his hips beginning to thrust erratically into you before he began to pull out. You felt the spiral of your orgasm beginning to twist. With a guttural moan, Arthur came, spurting hot cum all over your face and neck, just about cumming again when he saw you stick your tongue out to catch it. As you did, you approached the top of the spiral, pleasure bursting through your body as your orgasm ripped through you, body shaking, a moan flying from your mouth at the intensity. 

“Holy shit” Arthur whispered, finally beginning to regain his senses, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him. Looking down at you, however, guilt began to set in. “Are you okay, pretty thing? Let me get you washed up.” He hadn’t meant to do that, to do any of this. It wasn’t that he regretted being with you, he just didn’t want to hurt you, defile you, make you feel less than. He was worried that’s what he had just done, that he had just ruined his one chance. 

Arthur quickly walked to the nearby stream, removing a handkerchief from his pocket. Dipping it in the cool water, he used it to clean himself off, hissing softly at the temperature difference, then tucking himself back into his pants. He cleaned the rag off again quickly, returning to you. Arthur knelt down in front of you, wiping his spend from your face gently, heart hammering not so much from his orgasm but from nerves. 

“I’m sorry, pretty girl. I don’t know what got into me. I know you probably don’t want to talk to me right now, so I’ll get you cleaned up nice and good and then I could even leave town for a few days, give you some space,” Arthur mumbled. 

You, on the other hand, were utterly baffled by his apology, still coming down from possibly the best orgasmic high of your life. You tried to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble out of you, ultimately beginning to lose as you rose to stand.

Arthur paused his motions, confusion written all over his face as he tried to understand your laughter. His lost look just made you giggle even more. “What is it? Do I have something on me? What did I do?” he asked frantically. 

“Sooooo, did you completely miss the part where I happily stuck my tongue out at the end there? Or, I don’t know, the fact that I was the one who got on my knees in the first place? Oh, or maybe that taking your spend was what sent me over the edge, too? So yes, I find your apology hysterical, Arthur. In fact, I’m wondering if you’ll apologize for making me cum next” you laughed and teased in reply. 

All Arthur could do was stare back, dazed and still trying to put the pieces together. “So you actually liked that, huh? You don’t feel used or hurt? I… just… the last thing I ever want to do is harm you. I know you discovered my feelings of the… unmannerly sort this evenin’… but truth is, I care a lot about you” Arthur confessed. “Oh what am I sayin’, prolly just makin’ things worse” Arthur mumbled, turning away from you. 

Your heart swelled at his words, but you once again could not hold back the laugh that sputtered between your lips. Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to stifle it. 

“Oh alright, what have I missed this time?” Arthur chuckled, turning back to face you, eyebrows raised, a grin forming on his face, preparing for you to make fun of him again.

Instead of teasing him, though, you simply took his face in your hands and admitted, “I like you too, Arthur. And I did even before I knew what was in those pants. Though I did happen to enjoy that, too.”

Arthur blushed, unable to help the cheesy grin that turned up his cheeks and the butterflies he felt in his stomach. “In that case, what would you think about a feller like me takin’ you out to dinner tomorrow night? Somewhere in town?”

“I would love nothing more,” you grinned in return, feeling like a circus full of excited monkeys were doing somersaults in your chest, like you would burst from happiness at any moment.

You stood up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek as Arthur wrapped you in his embrace. 

“It’s probably best we get to bed, though. And we should return separately. If John finds out about that picture he might kill you. Worse yet, cut off your manhood,” you stated.

Arthur shuddered at the thought, giving you a kiss on the top of the head. “You’re probably right. Goodnight, sweet girl. See ya in the mornin’.”

“See you in the morning, Arthur.”

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

And so the first anniversary of the formation stream series ends and we can remove Hell Creek from the list. I had ideas for an HC piece for nearly a year but only over the last few weeks came this composition really together.

While not being filled with sauropods the HC fauna has still plenty of megafauna and countless small taxa, aquatic and terrestrial. I actually tried to include an underwater section here but the whole composition turned quickly way too busy.

A major source for this piece was the work of the Saurian devs, complemented by the guidance of

Julianne Kiely (for the flora) and Brennon Valdez (for the fauna). Check their work out.

The enormous size chart this time was put together by Montana Rosslyn. Thankfully she didn't have to put together this within a week as we had planned this stream for more than a month in advance.

Last thing I want to share here is the initial sketch which made it click for me. From the beginning the question was how to handle T. rex, sometimes even involving concepts like showing it as a corpse (similar to Allosaurus in the Morrison piece). But I think in the end this pose, just cooling off in shallow water suited it much better. Also to show how integrated into it's own ecosystem this animal was.

Again I have to thank everyone involved in this series so far, it would have been so much more difficult to make this happen without you guys! On to many more!

[ace-turned-confused]

planted in your garden | joel miller x f!reader

joel masterlist | read on ao3

summary: joel has always shown his love for you through flowers, and now it's your turn to do the same word count: 1k warnings: 18+ only, reader has tattoos & is shorter than joel, joel being soft & lovey-dovey & just the best in general, bit of spiciness at the end a/n: written for @morallyinept's Fauna & Flora Challenge ❤️ not beta’d or any of that jazz, please enjoy :)

If there’s one thing you know about Joel Miller, it’s that he will always find a reason to buy you flowers, no need for a special occasion. It’s been a long hard week and I wanted to get you something, saw these pretty flowers and thought of my pretty girl, got them just because I love you. Whether it’s an entire bouquet or just a few wild stems tied together by a ribbon, you’re sure he’s given you more flowers than you’ve received in your entire life.

It started on your birthday — you told him you hadn’t planned anything because you didn’t want a big fuss and it wasn’t a number worth celebrating, and he insisted on bringing you dinner so you wouldn’t have to spend the evening on your own. Every number is worth celebrating, it means you’ve been around another whole year. You were floored when he showed up on your doorstep, pizza boxes in one hand and a bunch of red and pink tulips in the other.

“Saw the ink on your arm there and just assumed they were your favourite. None of the stores ever have anything fresh or pretty enough, so I just cut these from my back garden.”

Joel Miller. Cut red and pink tulips for you. From his own garden.

You’d only known each other a few weeks at that stage, and he’d been more observant in that short time than any other man you’d met. At first, you didn’t read into it too much, he’s just doing something nice for you. You told yourself it didn’t matter that this ‘something nice’ was the single nicest thing anyone ever did for you.

You ate your takeout pizzas and talked for hours that night, record player on in the background, sharing stories of years gone by and remembering the person you each used to be. A few stray tears even slipped down your cheek at one point — Joel moved to sit close next to and almost on instinct you rested your head on his shoulder. It was oddly comforting knowing just how vulnerable you could be around him. He was a kind soul, a rather rare find in today’s world, and you found it surprisingly easy to open up to him.

You asked him for a hug that night and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you firmly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head and it was the safest you felt in years. Of course, and next time you don’t have to ask. You smiled into him, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He eventually pulled back to check on you and planted a hand on your waist; he bid you goodnight with a wink, called you sweetheart and went home, leaving you standing like an idiot, mouth hanging open in a daze and still feeling the heat that had radiated off his palm and the grip of his fingers through your shirt on your skin.

‘Sweetheart’ played in your mind over and over for hours, days, weeks after that — soon enough you acknowledged that you weren’t immune to his charms and you’ve never looked back.

The flowers aren’t only for you to enjoy — you noticed early on that Joel takes great pride in his garden. The lawn always mowed, flower beds always with manicured edges, bees and butterflies in abundance. You’ve spent many hours lounging in the sun just admiring him, your book long abandoned — temples and greying curls damp with sweat, t-shirt clinging to his arms and back, gym shorts showing him off deliciously, all while he potters around tending to his garden, refilling a bird bath, touching up the fence and spewing out endless plant facts.

He even expanded the bed of tulips, planting bulbs of different varieties and an array of colours — ones with frilly edges, ones with pointed petals, and even blooms that look almost hand-painted in their beauty. He told you he’d been planning this for months, long before he met you, but you knew that part of him was doing this for you, too.

Late one night he finally told you the red and pink of your birthday flowers represented eternal love and affection, and sheepishly admitted he only remembered that once he’d already knocked on your door. He had hoped you wouldn’t ask him the meanings that night and figured there must’ve been someone looking out for him when you simply accepted them with a dazzling smile and that twinkle in your eyes. He wonders how things might have played out differently if you had asked him that night.

Now it’s Joel’s birthday and you want to do something special for him — so here you are, lying underneath him in a matching set, simple and white and covered in daisies. Propped up by his elbows, he traces over a flower right in the centre of your bra.

“You gonna tell me anything about them?”

“Daisies supposedly represent innocence and purity…” His voice fades off as he trails his fingers featherlight across you, goosebumps rising in his wake. With a faint smile pulling at his lips, he lifts his gaze to look you in the eye. “But something tells me you already knew that.”

He leans to kiss you, tongue licking into your mouth and you feel him pressed against your core, thick and heavy. You spread your legs wider to accommodate him and he grinds his hips into you, your fingers raking through his hair and tugging ever so slightly. He pulls back and starts snaking a hand down between you, now taken by the same applique daisies on your panties.

“Not sure those words apply right now, though,” he whispers to you, knuckles grazing the fabric.

“What, ‘innocence and purity’? You don’t think that’s true about daisies?”

“I ain’t talkin’ bout the daisies, sweetheart.” He smirks at you and you simply grin at him and huff a laugh in response as he shuffles down your body to pull your panties down your legs.

comments & reblogs are hugely appreciated, forehead kisses to all 💜

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[jar0fhoney]

Satyr Forest Spirit X Fem!Reader🌱

Content: NSFW, Feminine presenting reader, knotting😇

Imagine you move to the middle of nowhere. Like in the COUNTRY. You got a job with incentives teaching at a school in town since it’s so rural.

And you end up renting this little farm cottage on some old couple’s land. There’s been a drought for MONTHS, and just about everything living thing is dead. It’s depressing as hell.

But you try and make the most of it. Hanging up bird feeders and stuff. You find yourself sitting outside at night on your rickety folding chair, it’s not so ugly out here when it’s completely dark outside. There’s a colony of fire flies which twinkle about at the tree-line, and oh the night sky out there is unbelievable.

You accidentally fall asleep one night on the screened in porch. And that’s when he sees you for the first time.

The guardian of this land. An old spirit. And a grumpy one.

No one’s lived in that cottage for a long time, and that’s why he hasn’t passed through in months. He didn’t realize there were humans trampling around out here as well. So at first he hates you, because humans don’t ever do him any good.

You were probably going to tear up all the plants and trees and put in that ugly invasive sod humans love so much. In fact, this was why he’d started the drought all those months ago. A new housing development had begun construction on his precious land. Stupid humans wouldn’t be able to water their big ugly lawns without any water. He was, to put it simply, on strike. He told the raccoons to crawl into your attic and make a ruckus, and the mice to wreak havoc on your pantry in the night. He was trying to push you out. And it almost worked.

But one day, you roll big pots onto your front porch filled with plants that he recognizes. Big milkweed plants. You had been trying to teach the children in your class about native flora and fauna, and the importance of protecting it.

Do stupid humans even pay attention to things like monarch migration patterns?

When the first little caterpillars appear on your plants you are thrilled. Snapping tons of pictures for your kids at school. The Guardian Spirit, watching nearby, feels a jolt go through his body which almost makes him sick. Endearment. You tend to your milkweed plants like a mother, carefully watering them each so they didn’t succumb to the drought, tenderly avoiding the growing larvae.

He starts passing through to watch you every day. You set up a birdbath which circulates fresh water, hoping to attract some birds to your feeders. The Guardian makes sure to mention it to his prettiest birds, and feels his chest swell watching you happily observe them from the kitchen window.

He tells the raccoons and mice to nock it off, much to their confusion. He finds himself wanting to see you pleased by his land, and his animals. He tells the most gentle doves to visit you in the morning, waking you with their soft coos outside your bedroom windowsill.

Living out in the country becomes magical. You don’t know what you did to deserve it. One weekend you gasp when the crack of a thunderstorm wakes you from a nap. You rush outside, drops beginning to plop onto outstretched arms, “THANK YOU!”

He can hardly stand the drought anymore. You needed to see his finest work. It rained for a week straight, and you were worried about flash floods sweeping you away. But he would never let that happen, not to this sweet human. The meadow around your cottage starts to grow, fast. He has chosen the most fragrant and lovely wildflowers for you. Bees lazily float from flower to flower (He made them swear not to sting you, of course).

On a sunny day, you drift out into the meadow and lay down in a soft and dense bed of grass. It all feels so alive. Well… it is alive of course. Plants are alive in a literal sense. But they thrum with an energy that clings to your skin like a perfect ray of sunshine. He can almost feel you like this. It makes him feel drunk. Feverish. Desperate. He steals himself away from his hiding spot. Dragging himself far away from you, lest he lose his composure.

All of these natural phenomena were strange, but what you felt in the meadow was not normal. You start researching. Googling yourself down rabbit holes about the supernatural and occult.

“Regional Natural Spirits”

“Protectors of nature”

“Old and powerful beasts who are charged with the stewardship of the natural world”

You must be losing it. You were supposed to be an educator. But the coincidences were hard to ignore all together. On the off-chance that there was some powerful spirit who was responsible for it all, you certainly didn’t want to appear ungrateful.

One night you bring out a plate, filled with the things the websites said the spirit might like. A piece of quartz crystal, molasses cookies you made from scratch (if the spirit has a sweet tooth), and finally a lock of your hair. You hoped it was enough, basing this all off of the old website you read.

As you kneel in the grass, feeling that familiar warmth spread over you, you call out into the trees,

“Uh- excuse me?”

The Guardian remains shrouded in the shadows, baffled by your strange behavior.

“I don’t know who might be out there, if there is anyone. But this land is very beautiful. I cannot imagine the work it took to bring it back to life. I must extend my gratitude.” You gingerly set the plate down in the grass, feeling like a fool,

“These are for you. As a token of my thanks to the Guardian of this land.”

How rude it would be, the Guardian thinks, to not accept your thanks personally. Stepping out from the trees, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. You freeze, unable to breathe. His torso is human-like, but his legs are that of a deer, and his face is like that of a goat. For a second, you wonder if you had perhaps summoned a demon by accident.

He doesn’t like the smell of your fear in his nostrils, “Don’t be afraid, please.” The voice is soft and low. He’s starts approaching you slowly, and you are still crumpled on the ground in complete shock. You feel a strong wave that warm golden energy waft over you as he gets closer. It feels like drinking a nice glass of wine.

He sits down just close enough to reach the plate you brought him. He smiles softly at the crystal he thumbs between his fingers, “it’s very pretty-“

His breath hitches when he notices the lock of your hair. “Oh-“ he murmurs, delicately picking up the bundle between his large fingers.

“You-you did all of this?” You ask meekly, breaking the silence. He’s still staring at the lock of your hair dwarfed in his giant palm.

“Everything.”

“W-well thank you very much.” You weren’t quite sure where to go from here. Was this some ritual you accidentally started ending with your heart in his stomach? He didn’t really look… blood thirsty though. Around his wrists were several delicate little bracelets of woven vine and natural stone, and around his neck was a long pendant from which hung a brilliant tiger’s eye stone which matched his eyes. He was really quite beautiful.

He noticed you eyeing him, admiring his adornments. “You can look closer,” He exclaimed pridefully, arms stretched out to you, “You can touch.”

You carefully take his wrist into your hand, running a thumb over the jewelry. You glance up his arm and to his torso, now able to see the deep scars in the moonlight. He senses your train of thought, even more proud to tell you all about worthiness in battle. “There are bad spirits sometimes, ones that threaten the balance of my realm. I defeated them all.”

You grow bold, running hand up his bicep and tracing over a scar there. His skin is hot under your touch. You pull back, “Sorry, that was rude-“

“No, please. I have not been touched like this… in many years. It is… pleasing.” His voice drips with need, bringing your hand to his arm again. You understand him entirely, bringing your hand to his shoulder where there is an especially deep scar. He raises his hand and cups your cheek, an intimate gesture but perhaps this spirit just has different notions of intimacy. He moves down to your collarbone, where you have your own scar from a car accident years ago.

“I didn’t know humans could be so lovely. Are you sure you are one?” He mutters, tracing his clawed fingers down your arm. You shiver at his touch, goosebumps forming on your delicate skin. “Do you have a name?”

You nod, “Y/n.”

“Please call me Silvans, y/n.” The name is familiar to you, perhaps one that you had glanced over during your research. “Silvans.” You repeated out loud. He loved the sound of his voice on your tongue. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste all of you. This was his first time being so close to a human, and experience he at one time assumed would be revolting. Silvans gasped when you moved both of your hands to his chest, still tracing your fingers over all his scars there.

He made a bold judgment, placing both hands on your chest over the thin tank top you were wearing. “Ah-“ you gasped, feeling heat rush to your face. He was fascinated by your reaction, not realizing this was an intimate region for human females. “P-please don’t stop.”

This was all he needed to hear. He tore your tank top down the middle like it was a piece of paper, leaving your torso naked to him. Instinctually you cover yourself, earning a smirk and light scolding from him, “Humans are so strange.”

You yelp when he pulls you onto his lap, removing your arms from your chest. He’s practically licking his lips at the thought of you. His hands start working your breasts, swirling his thumbs around your hard nipples. You’re making the most sinful noises, like a soft melody to his twitching ears. You can feel yourself beginning to pool in your most intimate region. He leans you back a bit, giving himself access to suckle on your sore nipples.

He’s barely holding himself together. His breaths come out like desperate panting, his nostrils flaring at the first whiff of your wet and desperate pussy. “So… soft,” he breathes out, “do you… offer yourself to me?”

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. He pulls you back in, licking your lips as if asking for permission. You open to him, letting him explore your mouth with his longe velvety tongue. It’s not like how humans kiss, he’s practically drinking you down. He pulls back, leaving the two of you connected by a long string of saliva. There is something… animalistic about it.

Your head nestles in the grass as he lays you down, towering over you. He tears off the little pajama pants you’re wearing with ease, leaving you completely bare. For a good long minute, he’s staring at your mound covered in hair, bringing his fingers to trace up and down your happy trail,

“Can I taste? Please?” He wasn’t asking, he was begging. You nod fervently, and in a flash he’s on his stomach pinning your legs behind his shoulders.

“Smells so good.” He grunts. The feeling of his warm breath makes your cunt flutter. He’s already bucking himself into the grass below him, working his hot needy cock out of its sheathe. He parts the lips of your pussy for full access, and takes a long exaggerated lick across the surface.

“Ah- yes-“ you groan, bucking into his face. You couldn’t tell from the position you were in, but he was drooling into your pussy. It was like nothing he had tasted before. A delicacy. His tongue played with you at your entrance, lapping up your juices greedily. His shifted upwards to your red and swollen clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive little pearl. You cried out softly, squirming beneath him, and by now his cock is fully unsheathed and leaking.

Again he moves his tongue back your entrance, sliding his tongue inside of your as far as it can manage. He pokes into the spongey roof of your cunt, and without thinking you reach down to grab his horns. His wet nose presses into your clit, and you find yourself grinding into him for full stimulation.

You don’t last much longer. The experience is just as overwhelming for him as it is for you. Your orgasm rushes down his tongue and into his throat, making his head spin. He needs his cock inside of you. On his knees, you gasp at the feeling of his hot member slapping against your stomach. It’s big. Very big. And at the base there is a fat red knot, which you are sure won’t fit. He’s hasty and scattered, one hand on your hip, and another in the grass next you your head. He is holding on to the ground so tight to remain tethered to reality, that you can hear grass ripping from the ground.

“Take me…” you whisper to him, spreading your legs in invitation.

“This will be sh-short-lived, I must admit.” He stuttered. In this moment you saw him in a different light. Lonely and needy. Needy for love. Needy for companionship. It was such a human thing. You reached up and pulled him close by his neck, whispering in his ear, “Do not fret, Silvans. This will not be the last time.”

He groaned, and you felt the warmth of his tip at your entrance. Slowly, methodically, as if he was savoring this moment, he enters you.

“Does it hurt? Y/n?” Over and over again he’s asking you this, and you have to reassure him through the pleasure that you are okay. He starts rocking into you, filling you all the way to the top of his knot. His pace quickens, now both hands with a vice grip on your hips. Surely you will have bruises in the morning. His pace starts becoming frenzied, the image before him is too much to bear. Your arms limp with pleasure over your head, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your eyebrows knitted together and eyes screwed shut-

“OH-“ you both let out a strangled gasp as he pushes his knot into your swollen cunt. You feel a rush of liquid warmth fill you up. You look up at him and he’s staring at the stars, muttering something in an ancient language you don’t understand. Maybe a prayer? The two of you sit there for a second longer, and you try to wriggle off of his still erect cock. But to no avail.

“We must stay together, until sunrise. I’m sorry- I guess I mean I’m stuck inside until-“

You giggled, still lying beneath him. You had thought he might disappear into the night after he finished. After being fully satisfied. It was a welcome predicament, to be stuck warming his cock for the next couple hours.

-

Anyways Merrrrrrry Christmas ho ho ho

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 (you're here) , PART 7

A little reminder that Merlin was a tree for over a decade before travelling back in time, though he doesn't remember it and also Arthur's traumas of that time.

In Gaius's tower

Gaius: (checking Merlin, after Arthur insisted something was wrong with him) No sickness or injuries. He's perfectly fine, sire.

Merlin: (to Arthur) See? I told you it was nothing.

Arthur: It was not NOTHING. Merlin, you fainted.

Merlin: I just tripped.

Arthur: Because you fainted! And before that you were in pain.

Merlin: I was not!

Arthur: Yes, you were! Everytime we go hunting or camping you have headaches and pains. Don't you dare lie!

Merlin: (sighs) Alright, fine. It's true. I don't know why it happens, but it's not unbearable. And you heard Gaius, there’s nothing fisically wrong with me.

Arthur: As far as we know. (To Gaius) Check him again.

Merlin rolls his eyes. He loves that this Athur is more caring and protective of him, but sometimes it was too much, honestly. He even carried him all the way here like he was some maid in distress.

Gaius: Perhaps is an external factor that it’s causing this. Like some particular smell of a flower, for example?

Merlin: (shakes his head) I don't think so. We're never in the same place. The flora and fauna changes from one place to another.

Gaius: There must be a common factor. When do you feel this pains and headaches exactly?

Merlin: (purses his lips, not wanting to say)

Arthur: Merlin.

Merlin: I don't think is related.

Arthur: Merlin.

Merlin: (sighs) when a living thing dies. Like a bird, or a plant.

Arthur: When a living thing- (between horrified and mad) Merlin, I've been killing animals in your face for WEEKS! And you tell me this NOW?!

Merlin: I'm telling you I don't think it's related! I mean, it can't be related. It's ridiculous. And it never happened to me before.

That's not entirely true but not entirely a lie either. He has always been sensitive to nature. That's why he always hated when Arthur hunted animals just for fun. But he has never been THIS sensitive to the point he almost feel the same pain these creatures feel. Not until he came back in time. Maybe this is another price he has to pay for his deal with the sidhes or it's just a time travel side effect. The pains could be random as far as he knows.

Gaius: Well, there’s only one way to find out.

Later in the forest. Gaius is next to a tree with a chicken in one arm and an ax in the other. Merlin and Arthur look at him, insecure.

Merlin: Is this really necessary?

Gaius: I'm sorry, my boy, but we won't know for sure until we test it. (Apologetic smile) If it makes you feel better, it was going to die anyways for today's dinner.

Merlin: And you're going to cut down these flowers too? 🥺

Gaius: Not in vain. They’re medicine and they'll grow up again.

Merlin: Okay (takes a deep breath) I'm ready.

Arthur: (worried, holding his hand and stroking it comfortingly) Are you sure?

Merlin: (Nods and smiles) I just want to get this over with.

Gaius: Very well. Merlin, turn your back to me. Arthur, hold him in place and look his reaction closely.

They both do as told, Arthur holding Merlin by the shoulders, firmly but gently, his fingers caressing Merlin's neck under the neckerchief.

Arthur: (his face inches from Merlin's) Just look at me, alright?

Merlin: (blushes and just nods)

Gaius: (Kills the chicken)

Merlin: (his face flinches)

Arthur: Are you okay?

Merlin: (nods) It did hurt. But not as bad as I thought it would.

Gaius: We can check animals then. (Makes some notes and then cuts some flowers)

Merlin: (whimpers a little)

Arthur: (concern) Merlin.

Merlin: It's fine. But it hurt a little more for some reason.

Gaius: Interesting... (takes notes) "plants hurt more than animals"

Merlin: (sighs. To Arthur) You can say it.

Arthur: (confused) What?

Merlin: That I'm a petticoat... or a freak... For being like this.

Arthur: That's not true. You just have a... (looking for the right words) an unusual medical condition. Like Morgana with her nightmares.

Merlin: (snorts) At least her condition is useful. How am I supposse to accompany you in your hunting trips if I get like this all the time?

Arthur: Oh, there won't be more hunting trips. They’re cancel. Forever.

Merlin: What?! 😨 But you love hunting trips!

Arthur: (shrugs) It was never really that fun anyways.

Merlin knows that's not true, but doesn't say anything, to moved with Arthur's action he wants to cry. Arthur's holding him close still, their foreheads touching. They lose into each others eyes. But just as they’re leaning closer-

Gaius: (sticks the ax in a tree)

Merlin: AAAAAAARGH! (Screams and curls in pain)

Arthur: (Hugs him in distress) Merlin! (To Gaius furiously) What did you do?!

Gaius: Merlin! (Running to them) My boy, I'm so sorry! I've been cutting other plants and killing some bugs and you didn't seem to feel it. I just thought-

Merlin: (cries histerically) NOOO! (pushes Arthur and Gaius aside and runs to the tree) YOU HAD NO RIGHT! NO RIGHT TO HURT HER LIKE THIS! (Looks at Gaius, face contort in fury but with tears running down his eyes. Then he turns to the tree and takes the ax out of the trunk desperatly. When he finishes he sees the hole in the trunk and falls to his knees, sobing)

Gaius: ... It seems that trees trigger him more than anything. I've never heard of any sickness like this. Perhaps someone put a spell on him. Or a curse.

Arthur: (completely pale)

Gaius: Sire?

Athur: (murmuring, very scared) It... it can't be...

Gaius: Sire, are you alright? You're pale.

Arthur: I have to go. I'm sorry.(runs off)

Gaius: Sire! Sire! (Sighs and sits next to Merlin, who is now just sniffing quietly. He pats his backs, full of guilt) I'm so sorry, Merlin. Does it still hurt?

Merlin: (shakes his head) Not anymore. (caress the bark of the tree with a sad smile) She says she forgives you. She understands why you did it.

Gaius: (surprised) You're talking about the tree? You can speak to it-I mean, her?

Merlin: (nods, just as surprised at his new discovered ability) It's kind of like mind speak. But there is no voice in my head or really words. Just feelings.

Gaius: Incredible!

Merlin: Don't tell Arthur any of this though. He'll realise I have magic for sure. Or just think I'm insane.

Gaius: He seemed very torned up before leaving.

Merlin: (worried) You think he figured it out?

Gaius: I don't think so. I'll have a fake diagnosis for you in the afternoon just in case.

Merlin: (sighs) I can't believe my magic is doing this to me. Maybe I am cursed. (Thinking) What the hell did the sidhes do to me?!

Gaius: You just discover a new power, my boy. Once you know how to control it, it'll be more an advantage than a disadvatage.

[florvaine]

— heavy is the crown !

It’s not often Bakugo gets a minute to rest, especially since he started travelling.

fantasy au: bakugo x kirishima x fem!reader warnings: fluff/general, not much dialogue it's a lot of big words SORRYY a/n: this is me doing a bit of worldbuilding for a bigger fic i'm writing lol

w/c: 1.1k

(art by @/milmil on twt!)

For the first few weeks it was strange being nomadic.

Bakugou was not accustomed to being on the move having been coddled by his father to try to find an outlet to his anger and held close by his mother as she showed her inflexible way of ruling their Tribe. Though she had her strange way of showing it, Mitsuki cared for him and deep down he knew that.

She had sent him and his Dragonborn - Kirishima - on his Trial later than he was expecting. For centuries, those seeking Furtherance took their leave from the tribe towards the backend of winter to try to complete the journey before the next hit.

"You're taking control of this clan once I depart, you'll need to be prepared for the fervor of a volcano," She had muttered whilst holding his face, thick paint of flora and fauna staining her fingertips.

The sun beat down heavily, especially in the kingdom of Draconix, when Mitsuki had seen him off with a kiss to the crown of his head and a blessed amber amulet hung around his neck. The Singe fur on his cloak quickly became troublesome throughout the start of the journey, sweat clinging to his forehead and along the contours of his torso.

Along the way, they encountered someone else, a stray traveler trying to get to a faraway village to complete their own mission. At the time you had been fighting tooth and nail to escape a group of bandits you had already roughed up. With a single activation of his magic, Kirishima scared them scampering into the throng of deciduous trees.

It only took you passing out from a hit to your head from before and Kirishima's nagging to convince Bakgou to take you along. The place you mentioned to be traversing to was along the way to where they were planned to be, so at the next stop he reluctantly spent more of his coin to get more rations of dried fruits and meat.

With every sunset you got closer, meeting old and making new friends who shared stories about the blonde in so much detail you felt as if you had been beside him his whole life.

Between the inn rooms that the three of you yearned for, Bakugou wouldn't hesitate to take the longest shift of night watch in fear of Kilmonges, thieves or worse. He'd keep his ungodly hefty swords on either side of him and refused help throughout the day. He took the burden of navigating by map, noticing if anyone strayed off the given path.

But you could see it.

The usual confident steps became sluggish and slow-tempo, the furrow in his brows just the slightest bit too taught. His shoulders hung with the heavy weight of being, ultimately, responsible for not only Kirishima but another person who he hadn't even predicted to join the voyage. Sometimes he was so deep in thought that you could practically hear his doubt and nonsensical strings of words.

It came to a head just after everyone had narrowly escaped a hunting hoard of spruce spiders. Nasty, colossal species of arachnid with hair-like quills that could dwarf half-grown spruce trees.

The sun had begun to retreat behind the horizon of towering trees and sprawling mountains. In the distance ahead, a collection of cliffhanging houses light up as people strike runes for thir lanterns.

The temperate forest you had all settled into was home to the fearful - spineless pixies and fanged deer who refused to harm others. The leaves ranged from dusty cool tones and tough bark, roots crawling over the edges of a path created of multicolour sea glass. The fleeting rays remaining from the sun reflect off of each coloured crystal and refracting in a mesmerising flow like silken robes dancing in the wind.

The grass was stocky here and had a strange adaptation, as the sunlight was often obscured by the thick overhang of unwavering trees, and were near transparent to the point they were blue from taking in water and minerals. Picking a blade would release a small pocket of potable water.

Dinner was fire-smoked salmon, sparkling sourdough bread with ghoulberry jam and a wide array of fruits - blackberries, starstriked strawberries, blood oranges and crisp apples. You didn't mention the way Bakugou picked at the bandage around his upper arm, over the protective band of warm ink.

Smoke tickled your nose as you took in the familiar scent and cooling breeze, a much accepted respite from the direct contact with the sun in Rokopi. You and Kirishima had been babbling away from either side of the now dwindling fire, flames flickering to dormancy a while after the moon had awoken.

The diminishing flames highlighted the contours and protruding structures of each others visages, foxy colours cast over the high points of Kirishima's nose, chin and lips and the cheekbones and lowered forehead of Bakugou.

"Is he finally asleep?" You mumble, your eyes falling on the slack body of the blonde.

Kirishima stops his rant about his harpy friend Mina and turns his attention to his travel partner. His chest rose steadily underneath his layers of woven traditional necklaces. The body paint he was typically on top of washed off from a spring, leaving behind pale strips of his natural skin tone beside sun-kissed expanses of muscle. His cape, hefty and expelling warmth, was collapsed in a pile behind him and he leaned back on it, the fire licking at the spikey strands of thin gold.

Bakugou's generous helping of lashes airily rested on his cheekbones, his face void of the typical scrunching you had assigned to him. Shoulders slumped, but not with the weight of the world anymore. Now it was the weight of the air behind him, softly carving along the muscles of his strained back in a strange massage that relaxed him.

The redhead let a smile cast itself onto his face, "About time - he hasn't fully rested since we began our journey."

In the minutes to follow, you and Kirishima had gotten as close to the blonde as you could ('strength in numbers, it's what flegdlings do in the Tribe,') to doze like the barbarian. His crimson wing outstretched to cover Bakugou's and your backs from the forest and to preserve body heat. Though you knew Kirishima was just feeling a twinge clingier than usual.

Hell, he hadn't meant to fall asleep to the two of you meandering conversations, but there was something so... comforting about it.

He never admitted that though, lest Kirishima would actually talk his ear straight off the side of his head.

[beforetimes]

found a fic idea i planned a few months ago in my gdrive, so i figured i'd share it here!

everything starts with fire. a fire that rages and takes all of cang qiong down with it. flames that lick at every peak, irrespective of whatever martial prowess their lords might have. liu qingge coughs through the smoke, unwillingly pulled away from the worst of it. he catches sight of his sister—just a brief glance, but enough for him to fight against getting pulled away. then; everything goes black.

liu qingge wakes up much later, the concept of cang qiong mountain not even a breath in his mind. gone from his memory, all he remembers quite clearly is his name and the fact that he's missing someone. he's not quite sure who. he has a sword he remembers to weild with the help of muscle memory, and sets out on a journey, wandering to find... something. someone. he's not sure. all liu qingge knows is that he needs to keep moving. it's important that he does.

after a few days, he stumbles into a valley. large, beautiful, rolling green hills filled with flora and fauna, trees lining the edges, a mountain in the backdrop that frames it like a painting. swirling clouds of white that make up most of the sky, picture-perfect blue peeking out where they don't.

in the middle of it all, a small home.

liu qingge makes it down, slowly but surely. and knocks on the door much later, leaning back and awaiting a response.

he's greeted with two people who he doesn't recognize, but who clearly recognize him, if not made clear by the very confused "shidi?" he gets from the man in green and what feels like it should be a familiar glare from the person in black next to him.

of course, liu qingge doesn't want to bother with the melodrama. he tells them what he knows; he woke up alone. nothing but his sword and the clothes on his back. he hasn't seen anyone who's recognized him. he doesn't remember anything. not even you two, he adds, when the man in green opens his mouth to say something.

from there, after an examination from a healer the two apparently know, they get this news: they cannot tell liu qingge every single thing that has transpired in his life because the source of his memory loss is magical and doing so may trigger a worse fit that could become permanent—instead, they need to (and this is where liu qingge cringes a tad) create a space where he can push through the blockage, slowly but surely, and remember himself again. which is possible, he's told, but only if he doesn't rush this.

liu qingge is reluctant, but doesn't really know what else he could have to rush to do, so he asks if he can stay in the pair's home for a while. just while he recovers. the one in black is ready to say no before the one in green is speaking over him to say yes, please, don't mind my husband, he's just a little possessive hahaha! and liu qingge really doesn't mind, he thinks he can understand why the man might be when he stares at the space where the green one's neck ducks behind his robes.

anyway, he gets his introductions, given two names — shen yuan and luo binghe. they spark something in his head, some familiarity, and he realizes that they haven't been lying about knowing him. which more or less seals the deal about him staying with the pair of them.

over the next few weeks, liu qingge relaxes. he doesn't notice how tense he was until his shoulders loosen and he can feel weight lifted off his shoulders, almost as if it was physical. shen yuan and luo binghe are gracious guests, but—

well, there's just one problem. liu qingge is. falling. for them.

which!!! he didn't mean to!!!! he will swear it up and down everywhere he goes he didn't mean to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but shen yuan is so unflinchingly chilly in a way that makes him seem warmer when he thaws. he draws and paints and writes poetry that he lets liu qingge read now and then, liu qingge growing enamoured with the ways he twists all these words into images he could hardly imagine. he's obsessed with the quietness of shen yuan, all things unsaid and barely there touches that feel like fire on his skin.

luo binghe, in comparison, is overwhelming, like a fire raging (hah!) in a hearth. seemingly brash and unbending, liu qingge watches him cry crocodile tears to get his? shizun's? favour, listens to him joke and watches him clean the way only servants do. gets caught up staring at his curls and imagining running his fingers through them, images of braids and days spent dozing under the summer sun with all three of them curled up against each other like kittens in a shoebox.

he just. everything about this place is so warm and kind. it feels like something he's never experienced, even if liu qingge knows that he has no way to know if he's ever been at a place that feels so wholly comfortable. (and almost like home). the atmosphere is domestic. they squabble over chores, eat dinner together, even go out for night hunts, sometimes. luo binghe's attitude towards him starts chilly before thawing and soon he's getting prodded and teased as much as shen yuan is.

then, somehow. liu qingge goes to bed and dreams. and all he can see is smoke and fire. his sister's face. the peak lords and their disciples. his responsibilities become anchors tied to his shoulders.

he wakes up, nearly throws himself out of luo binghe and shen yuan's bed, waking the both of them in the process. liu qingge is on the verge of qi deviating, and luo binghe must notice. because one moment liu qingge is on his way out, one hand on the sword, and shen yuan calling after him, and the next moment he takes a hyperventilating breath, luo binghe is across him weidling his own sword.

its a messy fight. not because of blood or injury but because of everything shouted between them. ruthlessly tearing at insecurities, made up taunts that liu qingge only says because he knows it will upset luo binghe. as their swords clash, liu qingge can feel himself grow weaker, even as his qi still goes out of control.

and then he feels a hand on his back, ice cold qi circling through his meridians, and turns back to look at shen yuan in shock.

i remember you, he says. you did this for me, once, a long time ago.

shen yuan nods, and luo binghe finally sheaths his sword, and liu qingge feels out of his depth, wedged between two people trying to slow him down while his sister, his home, somewhere far off, burn.

he turns to the two of them, feels reluctant to ask for fear of rejection, but liu qingge tells them he needs to go. his sister could be dead and he needs to know her fate. he needs to salvage what he can of his peak, find his disciples, his martial brothers. and he needs to leave them behind, unless they were? willing to come along? and the last part is said so quickly he hopes that it could fly under the radar.

but they both hear. the miraculous part of it all is that they both agree.

liu qingge is taken aback. luo binghe laughs at the expression on his face and shen yuan thwacks him lightly on the arm with a fan before telling liu qingge that they'll spend the night preparing before leaving tomorrow.

liu qingge just agrees, nearly in shock, following after them. vaguely numb. he watches the two of them lean into each other as they enter the home and feels his heart try to beat out of his chest.

he's soooo fucked. liu qingge thinks he's never been in love before but if he has, it's never felt quite like this.

and that's all i have so far! lmk if you'd want to see this written out in full as a fic, too ^_^

i just think like. the fallout of liu qingge remembering everything — luo binghe's actions and shen yuan almost? snubbing him? would complicate so much. on top of luo binghe and shen yuan's realization that they might love liu qingge when they get to see him without his biases making him more hostile to luo binghe/the idea of them as a couple. trying to tackle the way they'd eventually end up together would be sooo hefty but sooo fun.

[0798f]

🎇 — Lily of the Valley

RELATIONSHIP: Sunday x Reader

SUMMARY: Your favorite flower catches Sunday's eye.

A/N: The final fic for the Hanami event! I really hope everyone enjoyed a week of daily fics, I really enjoyed writing them!

Adjusting to life on the Astral Express wasn’t as difficult as Sunday expected it to be. Don’t be mistaken— the feeling of being an awkward bystander lingered no matter how many days passed. But the Astral Express crew were a friendly and welcoming bunch, and they were working hard to make Sunday feel at home.

One crew member especially excelled at building rapport with Sunday. To an unexpected level.

“Hey, Sunday? Are you busy?” (Name) leaned over the back of the chair Sunday had made his nest. Their cheek brushed against his wings, which he pulled towards his face to avoid whacking them with an excited flutter.

Sunday put his book down, marking the page with a (Name)’s handcrafted bookmark. They gifted it to him when he first boarded the Express, beaming about how it looked like a ticket. “I know you’re not planning to stay long, but if you change your mind, you already have a ticket!”

And (Name) continued to be just as warm and friendly everyday. To say Sunday was charmed would be an understatement— he looked forward to his interactions with (Name) every day, to the point where he would pout in his seat when (Name) would greet but walk past him. 

“I’m not busy,” Sunday replied. “What do you need?”

He tilted his head towards (Name), trying to be calm about the few centimeters between them. When Sunday moved back, (Name) moved forward. “Well… This time of year is spring on my home planet, and I felt a little homesick. I got some plants, but I need some help setting them up. The conductor mentioned you had a green thumb!”

Sunday let out a humble laugh. “Green thumb is a strong title… I simply like to keep plants alive.” He used to help take care of the Family gardens when he was a child and took great pride in his work, but saying that out loud felt like a bit too much. “I’d be glad to help.”

(Name) had a smile that lit up the room and it was incredibly blinding up close. ”Thank you so much! Let’s go!”

He didn’t need (Name) to guide him to their cabin, but when they insisted by pulling his arm the entire way, Sunday had no heart to refuse. Sunday nearly tripped upon entering their room; a mess of open boxes and grow lights littered the floor, strewn about from when (Name) gave up and decided to ask Sunday for his help.

Leaves stuck out of one of the open boxes. Sunday kneeled down to inspect the plants (Name) had picked out. For the most part, they were typical house plants— those on the planet of festivities cared little about the greenery, but Sunday paid pristine attention to the planters around the dreamscape and the Reverie. So he recognized the pothos, the anthurium, and the orchid. But smaller flowers amongst the leaves caught Sunday’s attention.

“A lily of the valley?” Sunday picked up the white flower’s planter to admire it. It was in pristine, beautiful condition after surviving the trip to the Express without harm. 

(Name)’s eyes widened as they kneeled down next to Sunday. “You recognize it?”

“Yes, they also grow in Penacony.” A memory with blurred edges surged to the forefront of Sunday’s mind. He sat in a Family garden with Robin and they poured over a book of Penacony flora and fauna, trying to identify all the flowers in the garden. There were many extravagant flowers that grew on the planet of festivities, but Sunday found himself drawn to the lily of the valley. “It’s one of my favorite flowers.”

It was simple and elegant. It relied on no flashiness or bright colors— it existed quietly in understated beauty. As a child, Sunday couldn’t quite understand why he appreciated the flower. When he grew older and took his place as the head of the Oak Family, Sunday reasoned that it embodied the Order. Simple flowers aligned in rows, able to be admired from the safety of a garden; that was the dream that Sunday wanted to cultivate.

But life slumbered so it could wake up from the dream, and faced with the flower again in the presence of (Name), Sunday could find a new meaning in it. “It’s my favorite, too! I think it’s a really beautiful flower. Not to mention that it’s also really low maintenance, hehe.”

Sunday wasn’t one to believe in fate— for most of his life he was greatly opposed to the idea that destiny was out of his control. But he found it comforting that he had the same favorite flower as (Name). Maybe it meant something. He looked up at them, a small smile on his lips. “May I ask why this flower is your favorite?”

“Hmm…” (Name) raised a brow at Sunday’s question and tapped their chin in thought. “How should I describe it… When someone thinks of a ‘beautiful flower’ they probably imagine something like a lotus flower, right? Any flower that has the petals arranged perfectly symmetrical. Those flowers are definitely beautiful, but…”

They beckoned Sunday for the flower, and he gently placed the planter in their hands. “It could have a few flowers, or a lot. They’re not always in perfect rows, either! Sometimes they’re in pairs and sometimes one flower is by itself. Every flower is unique and… I don’t know. I really like that.”

Sunday blinked. He looked down at the flower again and he saw it in a whole new light. What he labeled as perfection was imperfection in (Name)’s eyes, but still beautiful all the same. “I never thought about them like that,” he admitted. “I used to think of them as tidy and perfectly aligned…”

The wistful expression Sunday had gave (Name) pause. He had warmed up since he boarded the express— thanks in no small part to (Name) worming their way into his heart. They started chatting with him because they wanted him to feel welcome but Sunday had turned into quite the people pleaser. Maybe he was just trying to be nice, but he would never turn down a conversation. So (Name) learned plenty about him, and he learned plenty about them. He knew (Name)’s favorite food, the way they liked their tea, and what their favorite Robin song was. Now he knew their favorite flower and he still wanted to know more.

Taking a chance, (Name) leaned forward. “Well, I guess you’re just like it, then!”

Sunday felt his face heat up. He would’ve covered it with his wings, but that would’ve made it even more obvious. “What do you mean?”

And taking another chance, (Name) scooted closer so that their knees bumped against Sunday’s. Now their face started to burn. “You dreamed of order, but you chose to wake up. Maybe things in the real world aren’t as perfect as you wanted it to be, but you’re committed to learning.”

There was a tiny voice in the back of (Name)’s mind screaming, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? This was a terrible idea on all fronts and (Name) was risking the friendship they had built up. Not to mention it would make meal times on the express horrifically awkward. If Sunday didn’t share mutual feelings, (Name) might throw themself into the cosmos.

Sunday was no fool— he understood what was happening. The question to consider was what he wanted to do about it. He had his reservations, but he was supposed to start anew. Maybe this could be one of the new things he could explore. “I see,” Sunday smiled. “I suppose I could be one of the flowers on its stem.”

(Name) decided to pass the point of no return. “Maybe you’re a pair? I could be… the flower next to you.”

Thankfully, Sunday passed the point with them. “I would like that.”

Much to both of their surprise, Sunday closed the distance first. Despite being the initial instigator, (Name) was lost on what to do when Sunday’s lips met theirs. His lips were soft but the pressure was firm, whether it was out of intensity or inexperience (Name) didn’t know, but it was exhilarating. One of Sunday’s hands found (Name)‘s neck, resting his thumb against their jaw. His other hand rested on (Name)’s as they clutched the delicate flower for dear life.

Before Sunday fully pulled away, he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of (Name)’s lips. Leaning back, Sunday pulled one of (Name)’s hands with him. He kissed the back of their hand. “Careful,” he murmured against their skin. “You’re going to crush the flower.”

(Name) set the planter back on top of the box and leaned forward once again. Sunday felt their warm breath against his skin. “It’s safe and sound… So, let’s keep going—“

Sunday closed the distance before (Name) could finish. 

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[shimaen]

Sy shizun au

Sy transmitting as a random rogue cultivator many years before the protagonist is even born.

He starts looking for the protagonist but in the way he finds a homeless child that just looks like him, they are not the exact same, but they could easily pass as family. He ends up helping out this child, he felt strangely attached to him, bringing him to his lil cabin near a forest, one of his many hidden safe zones.

The child, Sj, comes in a package with his older brother? Yqy. The 3 of them don't start as teacher and students, much less a parental figure, Sy is not a child, but he must be just 5 or 6 years older than them, but Sy becomes a safe space, he provides them with basic necessities and more.

They grow up respecting him, and he teaches them what he knows, and could be useful. Thing is, the system determines that his work in that era is done, and needs to send Sy to fix the next problem, so one day, 4 years later after meeting his 2 lil gremlins, he goes into the forest, just a normal fauna and flora exploration for Sy, he goes alone with almost nothing, after all he is not going far, they all know this.

But Sy doesn't come back.

They wait until midnight

They are still searching by sunrise

They are losing hope after a week

They think that he must have abandoned them, it was too good to be true, but it still doesn't makes sense, Sy left most of his stuff in their little cabin, all his money, his sword, his trinkets, his fan. If he abandoned them, why did he leave all his stuff too?

They don't want to think that he may have died. It isn't fair. They would prefer that Sy just abandoned them, but they know (they hope) that Sy isn't like that. Years pass, and the plot somehow reconnects, Sj becomes a peak lord, and Yqy the sect leader, they gave up searching a long time ago and just accepted the most probable "truth" Lbh enters the story, and in one of his night hunts, he separates from the group.

He ends up in a section of the forest that looks a bit wilder, somehow more mystical. He reaches a big tree, ancient looking, it almost looks alive, and in the middle of it, there is this crystal, ancient amber filled and pumping with energy, maybe the beating heart of the forest? And there is something in the middle, a figure seemingly sleeping, it looks like his shizun, but not quite, maybe a bit younger, even Lbh doesn't realize until he has his hand pressed against the crystal, blood from his earlier wounds accidentally smeared against the amber, and the figure opens its eyes.

Haha funny au Lbh helps a really confused and out of it Sy out of his amber cocoon and brings Sy to the were they were staying just to discover that his teammates went back to the sect without him So imagine the shock of an Sj that was going to look for his student when he Sees this child carrying a full adult that seems to be unconscious, he was going to scold lbh when he actually sees the face of the man, and it feels like time stopped

[lady-of-ithilien]

Mundane facts character-building challenge!

Thank you so much for originating this idea and for tagging me, @ridingforrohan! I've been on vacation this week and haven't had time to sit down and write properly, but I've been really enjoying using the these sorts of headcanon and ask games as a way to more intentionally think about the characters I write for. Since I'm currently trying to get deep into Faramir's head for my WIP and for some of the sensory asks, I'll do him for this challenge.

1.) If your character had a go-to coffee order, what would it be? In the context of the setting their story takes place in, do they have a go-to morning drink? I don't think Faramir is a coffee (or even a tea) drinker, at least not consistently. If he can resist the temptation of the ring, he can also resist caffeine addiction; indeed, I think he wouldn't like to be dependent on any substance to bring him to full alertness and readiness in the morning (couldn't be me). Besides, I think he is semi-canonically a morning person, based on Sam and Frodo's interactions with him at Henneth Annûn, so I doubt he needs the energy boost anyways. I also imagine him as being rather practical and sparing, so with all of that said, I think he probably starts his day with a full, cold glass of water for the health and hydration benefits. If he had to choose a non-water beverage, for some reason I think he'd be into a V8-type vegetable or tomato juice on occasion; he says its because its full of vitamins, but I think he also just likes that it's very flavorful and a little bit different than the norm.

2.) Do they have a hair and skincare routine? If so are they consistent about it? I imagine Faramir does just the basics, but does them well so that he is always neatly groomed (at least, when his circumstances allow for it). He doesn't give much thought to his appearance beyond wanting to feel clean and put together; and indeed his grooming habits are first and foremost for his own comfort, rather than to impress anyone else. He washes his face morning and evening (when circumstances allow) and combs his hair at the same time. Given his Númenorian background, he never really grows much facial hair, but I imagine he'd neatly shave any stubble that does happen to grow. I think he is very consistent about all of this, as he is about most things.

3.) Does your character have a hobby or pastime?

Well, we know he loves to read and study. When he has the time for it, I think he enjoys reading obscure history texts, especially biographies of leaders he admires in Gondor and Númenor's past. He also reads a fair bit about military history, but not from a love of warfare or glory; rather from an abiding interest in tactics and strategy, and how he can learn from the past. I also think he enjoys poetry, particularly epic poems, and he memorizes portions of the lays that tell the history of the First Age. He recites them seldom, as he is not really one for performance, but a select few (Éowyn, on occasion; perhaps Beregond, and Boromir while he lived) have been able to cajole him into doing so (Éowyn secretly finds this habit of his very endearing, given the tradition of oral history among the Rohirrim). I also think Faramir is someone who takes pride in knowing nautral history (I've written about this in a previous headcanon ask); I think he knows the identities of most flora and fauna in Ithilien, and in the Fourth Age, I think he enjoys caring for the gardens of Emyn Arnen alongside Éowyn. Finally, I think he is one who prides himself on practical knowledge and self-sufficiency, and so despite his high station, I think he has picked up bits of trades such as mending, equipment repair, the care of horses, etc. He likes being able to apply these skills if he ever finds himself in need of them in the field; and he also takes pride in knowing how things are done. Alright, I think that's where I'm going to cut myself off for now, though I could keep going. Once more, thank you so much for the tag!! I will tag @frodosrings, @eodred, @dilettantefeminist, @hobbitwrangler, and @hobbitinnumenor (no pressure tags, if this interests you!)

[neptuneiris]

cardigan (epilogue) (1/2)

i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, and you'd be standin' in my front porch light.

pairing: modern!aemond × best friend reader!

summary: being in love with your best friend since high school becomes a strong and unavoidable feeling. until it starts to become more difficult when you get to college and the two of you, especially him, meet new people.

word count: 9.9K

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obviously i didn't expect this to be too long hahaha, even i was surprised, i didn't realize it was too much. so i decided to make the epilogue in two parts. thank u all so much por reading❤

Life in Highgarden could not have exceeded your expectations more.

At first you felt like you were supposed to when you came to live in a new city: terrified, anxious and nervous. You didn't want to feel lonely, but it was inevitable considering you know nothing and no one.

And when you arrive at your new dorm, you immediately loved it. Your room is bigger than the one at King's Landing and you have a beautiful view with lots of trees around and green grass.

Highgarden is well known for the fantastic flora and fauna. Everything is green, there are big trees and beautiful plants, there are even lakes and the weather ¡is perfect.

Yet you didn't have much time to get to know the city, because a week after you arrived, your classes started. And a week after you started your classes, you started your internship.

You met Arthur Winslow, the psychologist responsible of your internship, owner of a mental clinic for children, teenagers and adults.

He explained to you from the beginning that, once you were prepared, you would be present in cases of children and teenagers as well as adults to start your experience.

In addition, you would also support him in administrative things, such as his schedule, phone calls and so on. The pay is at a fair price, so it's perfect.

And as a result of Aileen and Sara not making it into the exchange program, you made new friends in your classes.

Although even if your friends had gotten in, Aileen would have chosen to go to Dorne and Sara to Winterfell, so you started talking to the people in your class.

They all came from different parts of the country, only a very few came from King's Landing and you didn't really talk to them much.

And after the first month passed, you just couldn't get any better.

You adjusted perfectly to your internship, to your classes which are wonderful and you also made good friends very quickly with whom you finally had that security to go around Highgarden almost in its entirety.

You went to many places, whether it was squares, parks, museums, lakes and even aquariums. Everything was so beautiful.

You took pictures, videos, made compilations with all your visits to upload to your Instagram, and even went out for fun on weekends to parties and bars with your friends.

You kept in touch with your friends at King's Landing and also let your parents know what you were doing by sending them pictures, videos and also talking to them on the phone.

Even Helaena messaged you by replying to one of your Instagram stories asking how you were doing and how you were doing at Highgarden.

Also her older brother messaged you, Aegon. He asked you how you were doing and also told you that he hasn't seen you in a while.

In truth with Aegon you did not speak much and fortunately neither of the two Targaryen brothers mentioned Aemond and for that you were grateful.

You were not thinking about him, not since you came to Highgarden and that is why you felt so at peace with yourself.

Despite being completely focused on your classes and internships more than anything else, you didn't lie to your friends that you had met and talked to a few guys.

You mostly met them at college parties, but nothing formal, it was all just hanging out.

You didn't have the mindset to really date, you didn't feel like you needed to and really a Highgarden guy didn't suit you if you were six months from now coming back to King's Landing.

You just had fun, experienced new things and officially started your psychology training.

And with the date getting closer and closer to return to King's Landing, you realized you didn't want to leave. Neither did Vhagar. At least not yet.

You grew attached very quickly to everything at Highgarden, even Vhagar with her walks in the parks and the view of the sunset when you took her for a stroll around the lake as well.

Everything was quiet and you felt at peace. However, you admit that you miss your friends and your life at King's Landing.

It's kind of a bittersweet taste to have to leave to go home. You definitely plan to come back because you've even grown quite fond of Dr. Winslow.

Until finally the date arrives and it's time to go back.

It was six months and yet it felt like it all happened in a matter of weeks. Yet you know you enjoyed every second at Highgarden and you don't feel like you wasted any time.

You immediately text your mom that you have landed at King's Landing and you also send a picture of your arrival to the group chat with Aileen, Sara and Ryan.

You call for an Uber and soon you find yourself arriving at the dorm with Vhagar in your arms.

The man driver helps you carry your bags up to your room, which you couldn't feel more grateful for, and as you enter that small space where you started your dependency, you feel nostalgic because you had missed it and happy because you are back.

And not long after you arrived, of course your friends would pay you an unannounced visit to welcome you back.

"You have to tell us everything.”

"And you have to show us the pictures you didn't upload to your Instagram."

"Did you meet cute guys?"

"How was your dorm?"

"How is the food?"

"We have to go to a party to celebrate."

You laugh as you notice the excitement in Aileen and Sara who are the ones asking all the questions while you and Ryan watch them with a small, amused smile.

And even though you didn't answer their questions, they still say they should get something to eat and drag you along with them to tell them everything.

Ryan takes them to a fast food restaurant in the middle of the university and soon the table is filled with fries, sodas, burgers, pizza and so on.

"You have to go one day, the program for the psychology internships are the best. The school is not that big, but the teachers are amazing, they even organize tours to many mental clinics of all kinds for all the students themselves. The only bad thing | could tell you about Highgarden is the food, it's not that good."

"Ugh no, dont tell me that,” says Aileen with a long-suffering face, "Don't make me change my mind about choosing Highgarden over Dorne if | get to go on exchange next year."

"But why would you want to go to a desert?” Ryan asks her confused, "Do you like to get your ass all sweaty?"

"Dorne is a place with incredible wonders and a lot of history, in case you didn't know,” she says seriously, "l've always wanted to see Sunspear."

"Just like any other place, genius. Besides, don't you know the temperatures reported in Dorne? It's like living in hell,” Ryan tells her incredulously. "l'm more supportive of Sara's idea to go to Winterfell where, if she's lucky, she'Il be able to go beyond the North and see the Wall. l'd rather do that than be dying of heat."

"So you'd rather be freezing to death?"

"Yes. A million times yes."

"And what about the parties?"

Sara asks you, picking up the subject and leaving aside for a moment Aileen and Ryan who continue arguing about Dorne and any other place in Westeros where according to Ryan it's better.

“They're not as noisy as here, but you still have a good time," you confess.

"Of course you have a good time,” Sara tells you mischievously, "All those guys you met seemed like they would really show you a good time."

You lower your gaze with a small embarrassed smile.

"It was just for the moment, that's all."

"And you didn't have any luck with any of them?"

You deny, looking at her again.

"I didn't want to. It wasn't...” You let out a sigh, "lt wasn't ideal."

"Oh come on, why not?” she asks incredulously, offended, "Didn't you get a good look at them? They were very handsome, Y/N. And they were just videos you sent us, I'm sure they were really hot in person."

You let out a small laugh, denying again.

"I didn't want to get attached to one of them, let alone start dating because | knew |'d be back here,” you confess, "And the whole long-distance relationships thing... it's not really my thing."

Sara grimaces and gives you a look of understanding at the same time.

"Well," she sighs, "At least you had fun with them."

"Not with all of them,” you clarify amused.

"But you did, so that counts."

After talking some more with Sara, since Aileen and Ryan are still busy debating... or rather fighting, you leave your part of the money for them to pay the bill while you go to the bathroom.

When you return, as you walk towards the table with your friends, a voice you know very well despite not having heard it in a while makes you stop as you hear your name called out.

"Y/N?"

And when you turn your head, a surprised Aegon Targaryen looks at you with a huge smile, standing with him is Helaena, apparently both of them having just arrived at the restaurant.

For an instant you panic at the thought that he's probably here too, but you're relieved to see that it's just the two of them.

"Is that you? Really?"

Aegon asks you amused, wasting no time in approaching you with Helaena following him and you also smile in his direction and shorten the distance between the two of you.

"It's been a long time since l've seen you too, Egg."

"Oh you little devil, you haven't forgotten how much | hate it when you call me that."

You both laugh and he wraps you in a tight hug that you reciprocate with the same affection, because even though Aemond was your best friend, you are still fond of all his brothers and nephews who have always been very good to you.

"Where have you been hiding? I haven't seen you for years."

He tells you incredulously, separating from you and you shrug your shoulders, already anticipating that you will talk about him. And even if you don't want to, you'll still have to.

"You know... here and there,” you say without much detail, shrugging your shoulders.

"Here and there where?" he asks you amused.

"Well... at school, with my friends and also at my exchange."

“But I dont see you around our house anymore, not even on birthdays, you didn't go to the ball either," he says almost in a sad tone, "You don't talk to my brother anymore, do you?" he asks a little more seriously, "Since the ball happened and he didn't take you, I knew something had happened. It seemed strange to me since you always went together every year."

You let out a long breath, lick your lips and nod, not wanting to give more importance to that matter that already happened many months ago.

"Yeah," you smile a little, affirming, "Yeah, since then."

"Forgive him,” Helaena stands between the two of you, with a smile and a sorry look, "l told him clearly that he won't ask you about him if he sees you when you come back, but his mental capacity is so low that the idiot doesn't understand."

You can't help but laugh at this, while Aegon at her side looks at her offended.

"l only wanted to corroborate what you told me,” he says innocently.

"Corroborate?" Helaena asks him.

"Yes," he says at once, still offendead, "I didn't believe you. At least not much. The two of them were inseparable and to suddenly not be friends anymore... it was like when | found out that Jack and Rose never existed and it was just a fictional story for the Titanic movie, I couldn't believe it and i felt cheated."

"Shut the fuck up."

Helaena says to him with a bad face and then turns to you with the smile and the softest and most pleasant look so characteristic of her.

"l'm so happy you're back. I didn't even know you were back, if i had known i would have texted you and we would have gone for a coffee."

"Thank you, Hel,” you smile softly at her, "And no, i didn't say anything about coming back and i honestly don't know why. I was so sad to leave but at the same time i was desperate to be back home."

"And what about Highgarden?" she asks you excitedly, "l've always been looking forward to going there. The nature there is just wonderful. There are lots of aquariums, isn't there?"

"Yes, yes, everything is amazing," you assure her, "Except the food. That's my only complaint. Everything is too... healthy"

"Oh yes, i knew that already," she says to you in understanding.

"And where do you live now that you don't live with my brother anymore?" Aegon asks interested, "Did you rent an apartment for yourself?"

"No, no, i live in a dorm now,” you clarify, "Because of the scholarship i got a big discount, and with the money i got paid for my internship at Highgarden, i have a chance to look for another job around here for a month."

"Oh, great,” he nods, listening to you attentively.

"A friend of mine who works at a boutique nearby recently told me they're looking for female employees. She works part time, maybe you have the same schedule if i pass you her number and she gives you more information."

Helaena tells you with such confidence that you're thankful that the first day you've been back to King's Landing, she's already saved you from looking for a job.

The flower shop where you worked before is already full of employees since your quitting, Sara told you since she went to ask to let you know before returning to King's Landing.

And now Helaena has helped you with that.

"That would help me a lot, Hel. Thank you so much."

"Oh, it's nothing,” she says nonchalantly taking her phone, "I'II tell my friend and then I'll pass you her number, don't worry."

After talking and keeping up with both of you for a few more minutes, your friends call you to leave and that's when the three of you say goodbye.

They both tell you if you want to keep them company, but since you've already eaten and you also have a mess in your room that needs to be cleaned up for your return, you agree to go out to dinner next week.

And just as you say, that's what happens once you're back in your dorm.

Vhagar greets you and keeps you company as you start to get all your clothes, shoes, make-up and all your stuff out of the suitcases. You also get something in and start arranging your few pieces of furniture in different ways in your space, wanting to try something new.

You put all your clothes in your closet, not wanting to leave anything for later, that takes some time, also to sweep and rearrange everything as you had it in your small bathroom.

You even fill a basket with clothes that need to be washed and go down to the laundry room, really not wanting to leave anything for later knowing that you have busy weeks ahead of you because of college and you want to get everything ready.

You wait for the clothes to be washed and also to dry, then go back to your room and continue organizing everything.

Until the sunset starts to show through your window and realizing that you are not missing anything anymore, you can finally lay down on your bed with Vhagar and rest.

You pick up your phone and begin to entertain yourself with Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, letting the time pass.

Vhagar settles in next to you and you get more comfortable to start watching Tiktoks, entertaining yourself for another good time.

You think to yourself that maybe later you'll go downstairs to buy something from the vending machine and watch a movie or maybe a series until you fall asleep, sounding like an awesome plan for you.

Then you finally get up, grab your most comfortable clothes and take a bath. It doesn't take you long and you dry your hair, then you feed Vhagar and take money to go buy food and watch the movie or series.

When suddenly there is a knock on your door.

You watch it in silence, thinking confused that you are not expecting anyone. And you have no idea who it could be. You didn't agree with your friends that they would come here later if you've already seen each other in the morning.

You check your messages to see if any of your friends told you they were coming to visit you unexpectedly, but nothing.

So you go to open the door thinking that it must be one of your friends and they decided not to tell you about coming over, but when you open your door you didn't expect it to be your ex-best friend, Aemond.

You freeze the moment you see him, definitely not expecting it.

As his gaze lights up when he sees you and the two of you are face to face after what felt like an eternity of the two of you not seeing each other.

You unconsciously take a step back, surprised and confused, your lips parted, as he watches you intently, almost with a hopeful look, maybe because he's afraid you'll slam the door in his face.

But you don't move from shock because you didn't expect it to be him and you didn't expect to see him so suddenly after so many months.

And he… hasn't changed.

You know it's only been months, there's not much difference, but it's the same appearance since the last time you saw him. His hair is still short to your surprise and his clothing style is the same.

What you do notice are the muscles on his arms are more pronounced and you also get the impression that he is a little taller.

While you… what can you say about yourself? Really nothing.

The only new thing you've done is to start trotting in the mornings, also your hair is short below your shoulders when before you had it down to your waist and you've put more earrings in both ears.

And neither of you say anything.

The two of you are simply inspecting each other after a long time without seeing each other, you mostly feeling just as confused to see him here.

You really don't understand how he is here. Or rather how he knew you were already back.

He certainly couldn't have known, you still have him blocked from all your social media networks.

Then….?

You ask yourself but the answer comes to you in a second.

Aegon.

You think in affirmative mode. And also probably Helaena because the three of you met at the restaurant. But you know it was Aegon who must have told him everything.

You don't doubt that maybe Hel wanted to kill him.

When after a few more seconds, the two of them not speaking and just watching each other, you finally react, instantly feeling nervous, without really knowing why.

Also that little remorse comes to your chest for everything that happened between you and what happened the last time you saw each other, remembering everything you told him crying.

You hug yourself and bite the inside of your cheek, also as he is looking at you, remembering his girlfriend, the ball and also your birthday.

When he speaks first.

"Hi."

He says to you letting out a sigh afterwards, stirring in front of you, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets, which are movements you know he does when he's nervous.

Also his look tells you he's a bit worried and anxious, but he still stands tall in front of you, his lilac eye watching you intently and having a slight gleam in it.

And his sapphire in your direction… it looks just as beautiful and stunning as ever.

"Hi."

You answer him with your tone of voice a little lower and feeling a little uncomfortable, puzzled, but you also stand firm in front of him, feeling nervous.

You certainly weren't prepared for when this moment happened and you know he wasn't either, yet here he is.

"W-what are you doing here?"

You ask trying not to let your voice sound shaky, holding back.

He swallows hard and looks away from you for a moment while he presses his lips together, to look at you again with those nerves and that certain hope.

"Actually… I wasn't too sure about coming here," he confesses with a soft look in his eyes, just like his voice, "Aegon told me you had returned to King's Landing and I wanted to see it myself."

At this, you lower your gaze for a moment and bite your lips. Yet… strangely… you don't feel upset.

"He told me by accident and got a good punch from Helaena," he adds and you look at him again.

You don't say anything for a few seconds, just look away from him, swallow hard and let out a long breath.

"Well, it's true, I'm back. If that's all, you can go now…

"Y/N..."

He calls out to you this time hopefully, interrupting you in a quick tone, not wanting to waste the opportunity and clearly not wanting this to be over any faster than he wants it to be.

It's the first time you've seen each other in months and in all these months a lot has happened and he just… wants to try.

It doesn't matter that you in the end don't want to, that you're still upset and don't want to see him, because he will understand and he will finally respect your decision, but he wants to try first.

He doesn't want to leave without trying.

"I know you probably don't want to, because I know you didn't expect to see me and maybe you even want to kick me out…"

He says lowering his gaze for a second, sighing, and then he looks at you again.

"But I want to risk myself," he tells you honestly, "and I'll understand if you say no, truly," he assures you, "I just want to talk to you and after this, if you still don't want me to bother you anymore, then I won't go near you again, I assure you."

He tells you and you remain paralyzed again for a few seconds, listening to him and watching him with your lips parted.

"And if you want me to leave now, I will. But I just want to try…" he lets out a long breath, gathering his courage, "So…. may I come in, please?"

He asks you softly, watching you just the same and almost expectantly, stirring continuously where he stands, knowing full well that he is as nervous as you are, while you have no idea what to do.

Your mind starts thinking fast, considering what you should and shouldn't do.

But the truth is that nothing comes to your mind. You just have a quick, unexpected debate on whether to let him into your room or not.

Vhagar behind you barks twice, watching Aemond very intently, while repeatedly wagging her tail back and forth excitedly and looking very playful.

While Aemond in front of you watches her with excitement and some hope, to again focus on you, ready to face the decision you will make, either yes or no.

And finally after what feels like an eternity, you know that rejecting him is probably the best option, but for some reason… you can't find the courage to do it.

And not because seeing him now in front of you and having heard his words has softened your heart, but because you realize that your heart doesn't hurt like it used to.

Maybe it was all the time you stayed apart and you healed in Highgarden, helped by the change of air, your lifestyle and the new people around you, unconsciously overcoming everything that happened between you, that you don't feel that pain anymore.

However… you do feel a weight. A weight on your shoulders and in your heart.

And it is because of that weight that after considering it in depth, with your soft gaze, you step aside and open the door wider, allowing him the entrance to your room.

Aemond would be lying if at that moment he didn't feel as if he had just received the news that he won the lottery, because surprise overcomes him and also relief.

And not wanting you to take it back, he enters your room, thanking you with his gaze in silence, while you control your nerves and close the door, facing this.

He in an instant is already in Vhagar who eagerly and seemingly happily enjoys being in his arms and licks his hands and cheeks, making him laugh and give her kisses, caressing her.

You can't help but smile a little at the scene, but you are just the same neutral and firm.

When he watches you over Vhagar, he leaves another kiss on her head and sets her back down on your bed, now looking as if he has no idea what to do.

He honestly didn't think it would go this far. He thought you'd slam the door in his face.

But you're both here. Face to face with each other. And certainly with a lot of things to say that you couldn't say to each other before.

"Hmm…" he says, stirring and glancing briefly at your room, "Did I interrupt you with something important?"

He asks and watches you intently, to which you deny, crossing your arms.

"No," you answer softly, "I was just planning to go buy something from the vending machine downstairs and watch something, a movie or a series."

"Oh," he nods, understanding, "well, if you want, I'll go," he offers, "you haven't eaten anything?"

"No. You?"

"I haven't either. But I can go and buy some dinner for both of us, only if you want. There are many restaurants near here."

"Well…

You stir uncomfortably.

"Only if you want."

"Yeah, no problem," he assures you.

And again he leaves you alone in your room saying he will be back soon, making you sigh and sit on your bed with an almost terrified expression… not expecting or understanding any of this.

The fact that he's gone to buy food helps you mentally prepare yourself for when he comes back, having no idea how they'll start talking about everything that happened.

You don't even know what he will tell you first, but you calm down and use the time he has given you to not feel nervous and terrified.

You take a deep breath, you say that everything will be fine, that this shouldn't be awkward… or at least not too awkward and that if both you and he start to feel like it's too much, you can both say so.

And of course you don't want any of this to lead to a fight. It wouldn't be wise and it's totally unnecessary.

When after a few minutes, Aemond returns with Chinese food, soda and fries from the vending machine.

He actually buys you some of your favorite chips and has also ordered you the Chinese food exactly the way you like it. At this you just thank him and both of you settle into your bed.

You put Vhagar down, give him some of her food and the two of you begin to eat.

At first it did feel a little awkward, but then, as you talk about the food being delicious and ask both of you to pass such things around, the mood begins to lighten and it's like going back to when you both lived together.

The two of them are comfortable, eating, talking about anything and watching a movie, although this time there is no movie.

And he is the first to start a conversation.

"How was Highgarden?" he observes you attentively, his gaze soft, interested.

"Incredible," you answer without hesitation.

He nods, as the two of you put more pieces of food in your mouths and then you take a sip from your bottle of soda.

"You told me that's where the best psychology internship programs are, right?"

"Yes," you affirm, "When I found out I got into the exchange program, it was the first place I applied."

"And you didn't have any problems?"

"No," you observe him softly, "Because of my good grades they didn't deny me anything, they gave me one of the first places in internships for Highgarden and everything was a very fast process. And when I got there and met the psychologist in charge of me and his clinic… it was just amazing."

"Yeah," he murmurs, "yeah, I can imagine. And I'm happy for you."

He tells you honestly, with a small smile that you return. A genuine smile from both of us.

"Thank you."

"And how did it all go? What was that you were doing? Did you get to know all of Highgarden too?"

And you tell him everything.

You tell him how your first weeks were, how was your dorm, the university, the new people you met, your internship, Dr. Arthur, what you had to do and you even told him about some very interesting cases.

You also told him about the places you met, showed him pictures and videos. You tell him that you went out partying on a few weekends, all the while he listens to you and watches you with great attention, looking genuinely interested, and asking you more questions.

Until you have nothing more to tell him about your six months at Highgarden.

"What about you? Haven't you started your internship yet?"

You ask him interestedly.

"Yes, since April," he says, "Obviously it wasn't difficult. I'm going to my father's company and I got some of my friends to do their internships there as well.

"Oh," you nod, understanding, "and what do you say?"

"What do I say?" he repeats, letting out a sigh, "well, it's not as interesting as what you told me," he says with a small smile, "It's all finance, paperwork, computer programs and so on. But that's what I like and I've been doing very well."

"Yes," you murmur, looking at a spot in your room, "But it's interesting," you tell him, "I've always thought you'd end up like one of the characters in Succession, someday running your father's important company as a rich and powerful man.

He smiles softly and then looks at you, to which you also smile in his direction.

"Am I right?" you ask him amused.

"In fact yes, you are absolutely right," he assures you in the same way.

There's no more food except for chips and soda, so he then starts talking to you more about his life and everything he's been doing lately besides college and his internship.

All while you both stare at an unimportant spot in your room, side by side, eating junk food.

And you listen to him with close attention, really interested in wanting to know what his life has been like now that you are no longer a part of it.

He tells you about how he has spent more time with his family, he tells you about Daeron, Rhaenyra, Daemon and even his cousins and nephews, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, Baela and Rhaena.

He tells you how they all spent a small part of the summer on Driftmark, an island near Dragonstone where his whole family also has a property right there, but which belongs to his aunt and uncle Rhaenys and Corlys.

You knew about Driftmark, but never in your years of friendship with Aemond did he invite you there because all his family always organized anything in his huge mansion here in King's Landing or in Dragonstone.

He also tells you about upcoming birthdays and everything his mother has planned.

And in everything he talks about, he doesn't mention Alys at all, maybe for fear that you might get upset or uncomfortable and want him to leave, because you don't dare ask him about her either.

You just let him talk to you about the first thing that comes to his mind, both of you comfortable in your bed and still eating junk food.

When Aemond seems to have told you everything and you both stay in a comfortable silence, almost shoulder to shoulder, both of you watching your little room and just letting time pass by.

And that's when Aemond watches you with his soft gaze, while you continue to eat fried food, staring into nothing. He swallows hard and lets out a long breath.

"I owe you an apology."

You freeze for a moment, still looking at everything around you but him, surprised by his words and beginning to understand where this is going.

Unable to help yourself, you look at him and he looks at you with a look that is both serious and gentle, looking honest, only to look away, maybe because of nerves, and continue talking.

"I was a very bad friend to you," he says in a murmur, "what I did to you is something unforgivable, I know, something you didn't deserve," he admits, "I don't expect you to forgive me Y/N, I'm not asking for that, I just want to talk to you and that you listen to me, that….

"I don't want to listen to your apologies only if you say them out of pity, Aemond," you interrupt him, serious.

"What? No, no, this is not for pity, Y/N," he assures you, honest and desperate to clarify, "I never felt pity for you and you know it."

"I don't know," you mutter, "After what happened, you made me doubt if our friendship was genuine or because you wanted and were my friend for pity," you confess.

"Y/N…" he tells you in a sigh, sad, denying, "since you left… since we stopped seeing and talking to each other… you don't know everything I wanted to tell you, everything I wanted to apologize for even if you didn't forgive me."

"Aemond…" you call him cautiously, "you can't apologize to me just to make me forgive you and your girlfriend too, you….

"I broke up with Alys."

He interrupts you with the most honest and quickest sentence he's ever said in all the time you've been together, making you freeze once more and stare at him with your lips parted.

And he watches you with the most honest look, wanting to clarify that point as much as possible and that there is no doubt, even feeling proud to say it.

"I broke up with her days after you left the apartment, and that was the last time we saw each other," he explains, in a low, honest tone.

But even after telling you that, you don't feel entirely confident. That's why you lower your gaze and swallow hard as you consider how strong his relationship was.

"But if you go back with her, I don't….

"No, Y/N," he says to you in denial, "I'm done with her for good," he assures you, "I didn't want to and I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore. I don't care anymore, she's nothing to me and never really was in all the time we were together."

You listen to him surprised, attentive, breathing a little faster than usual, not understanding, while he then starts to tell you everything.

Everything he wanted to tell you since your friendship started to fall apart and the moment it broke.

"Alys managed to get my attention a lot when we first met. She led me to believe on our first few dates that a relationship could be good, healthy and loving. But when we finally formalized everything, she started to show herself as the real person she is when she already had me," he explains, "And I naively gave her everything she asked for, even money, because I was obsessed with her and the way she made me feel. She made me feel so unique, so wanted and so special that I-I just…" he lets out a sigh, "I let her hold me in the palm of her hand."

He brings one of his hands to the nape of his neck, ruffling his short hair with his fingers, feeling strange telling you all this, but also feeling it as a necessity for you to listen and understand him.

And you really don't have any problem, you listen to him carefully and let him tell you everything he wants to tell you, still feeling a little sharp pain in your chest.

"She would even tell me things she didn't agree with or like, either about me or my family, making me feel bad and upset sometimes, but then she would turn them into just a point of view and convince me that I had misunderstood her, when I hadn't," he explains to you, "She told me that my mother was very controlling after she met her, that my siblings, even Helaena, seemed very weird to her, and that Daemon didn't seem like a good person."

You are surprised to hear that and pay more attention, while Aemond feels ashamed of himself for telling you this, but it is the truth.

"In that instant I should have put a stop to her, I know. But like the fucking idiot I am, I kept letting myself be easily manipulated by her, because she kept telling me it was just her first impression and her views," he says in a low, sorrowful whisper, "She just had a long conversation with my father without looking bored. I even noticed she changed her attitude and looked more… kind. But only with him."

He says in a bitter tone, while you understand what he's going on about.

"And of course, how could she not be nicer to him," he says with a smile and a bitter look, "With her about to graduate, she told him about that and also about her internship with the man who owns the most important company in the country. She talked about everything she knows and her skills, almost telling him her entire resume so he would hire her."

Now you let out a long breath, must have imagined it.

You thought Alys had really fallen in love with him. That's what you always thought until today when he gave you the news that he broke up with her months ago and that there was no love in the relationship.

You always thought that no girl could reject Aemond for his personality and his looks, that no one could reject him for being him, for knowing him and in an instant wanting to know more about him.

Because that's how you fell in love with him, you didn't fall in love because of what he had and what he could offer you professionally and economically.

But that was just what caught Alys' attention, not his personality and his heart.

"It also happened that when I would talk to her about my classes or an important project that I had worked hard on and got an excellent grade, she would say that it wasn't enough and that I needed to work harder to earn my father's company. She discredited everything I did, telling me that I had to do more so that someday I could be the boss and both of us could run the company, talking about those kinds of plans and almost assuring me that it would be like that," he says seriously and bitterly, "She insulted my friends, saying that they only cared about parties, that they were alcoholics and did not care about their studies, that they were useless and did not contribute anything to me now and would not do so in the future. She also said that I should have more serious and professional friends around me."

He lets out a long breath, really at that moment with you by your side realizing more how really bad his relationship was, the kind of very nasty girl he had by his side and how very blinded he was.

"The same thing happened with you," he says to you, saddened, "Clearly you know because you heard that conversation."

You bite your lips, remembering how bad she made you feel with her words. And so does he, corroborating with her.

"I owe you more than an apology for that, Y/N," he tells you honestly, "You were right, a best friend doesn't leave her best friend aside and that time I didn't even defend you. I should have stopped her, I should have put myself firm with her… but I didn't." he says apologetic, sad and disappointed, "and I'm very sorry for that."

Then you realize that you can't accept those apologies, because it really hurt you a lot to hear that conversation and that he didn't stand up for you because of the way you are and what you like to do.

If things had been the other way around, you would have defended Aemond with all your might, because he was your best friend.

"She was the reason why I started to leave you aside on weekends, why I gradually left you living alone and also why I didn't take care of Vhagar anymore, because she doesn't like dogs," he says seriously and sighs, "She was also the one who convinced me to take her to the ball and planned everything so I would forget your birthday," he confesses to you, saddened. "She deleted messages from you that morning, she confessed it to me when I confronted her when I realized that your birthday had already passed and that even weeks later she made me stay with her so I wouldn't see you. She also planned that stupid two hour dinner with her parents to delay me so I wouldn't notice and let the whole one night go by."

You bite your lips again, not watching him, feeling the urge to cry remembering that day, your birthday, because he also made you feel so bad during and still after by not getting any explanation from him.

And all because of her. But also for him, because he wouldn't put a stop to it.

"And yet I was still with her…" he says in a sigh, incredulous and disappointed in himself, "Like I said, she had me exactly the way she wanted me to be, and she would convince me otherwise when she didn't like something or made me behave differently than she wanted me to."

He shakes his head, feeling annoyed with himself for allowing it, for having fallen so low, letting himself be moved by her as she wanted, making him start to think that his friends were less important than her, his girlfriend.

That she was more important than Y/N, his best friend, who had always been there for him in very good and very difficult times, leaving her and throwing away their friendship of years for a relationship of months.

"She knew exactly what to do and what to say to make me stay," he murmurs, "But Alys never loved me and never really cared for me. She only cared about me out of interest and wanted to be with me out of the same interest, which was all she cared about."

"Did you love her?"

You dare to ask him without observing him, with a thread of voice, while Aemond at your side watches you for a few moments in silence and with his eye wide open in surprise.

I didn't expect you to ask him that, in fact I didn't expect any questions at all, but despite that, he knows the answer.

He knows it since the last time they both saw each other.

"No."

He respond in a low tone but completely serious and honest, while you dare to observe him surprised, but with an almost expressionless gaze and your lips parted.

"At first I came to have a certain affection for her … but only at first," he confesses, "Then it became that obsession with how she made me feel, but nothing else. I never came to love her and I am very relieved by that."

You take your eyes off him, closing your eyes for a moment, letting go of a long breath.

"And after I didn't see you again and I found out that you had gone on exchange… you don't know how that made me feel, Y/N," he swallows hard, "I had lost one of the most important people in my life. life for a fucking relationship and my own behavior. I wasn't thinking, I was an idiot. And I just wanted to scream and break everything for losing you… for not fixing it sooner."

An ugly and huge lump forms in your throat, observing an unimportant point in your room, your gaze lost and your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

You really didn't want to feel that way, you didn't want his words to soften you up, yet…they did.

But you hold back as much as you can, while Aemond next to you feels the same thing that you are feeling, but he doesn't dare to do anything about it, realizing your state, wanting to give you your space.

When you finally take a deep breath and talk to him even without looking at him.

“I missed you a lot too, Aemond. I missed you throughout your relationship with Alys and after I left to Highgarden. I missed you even when you didn't even deserve it."

You confess in a low and honest murmur, completely drawing his attention, you saying nothing else for a few seconds, swallowing the lump in your throat and completely holding back your tears.

While he listens to you and watches surprised, not expecting that, since he thought that all this time you had been hating him. He even thinks you hate him now.

And yes, if it was something like that, there was hatred, resentment, anger and courage for everything that happened, but even so, you also missed it very much.

You missed him, but you didn't forgive him.

"You also don't know how much I hate myself for ending our friendship, Y/N," he tells you in a sad and regretful whisper.

When you look back at him.

“I cannot forgive you, Aemond. Not yet."

And your words are like a dagger in the heart, a wound that, despite the fact that it hurts, accepts and respects it. He certainly didn't expect you to forgive him, but telling him that you had missed him, too, lit a small spark of hope in him. But it was not like that.

And he really respects it.

He doesn't want to make the same mistakes again, and so he does, feeling less weight on his shoulders, relieved that there aren't all those negative feelings between you anymore.

Nor does he expect that after this, everything will be back to the way it was before, because it won't.. He knows it's impossible. And if everything really ends between you both, then he will respect that too.

That's why he nods in your direction, both of you looking into each other's eyes, a understanding look and a small, soft, closed-mouthed smile on his lips, letting you know he's perfectly fine with that.

"Yes, i know," he assures you softly. “It's alright, I understand."

You nod gently in his direction, also placing a small gentle smile and both of you take your gazes away from each other and immersing in a comfortable silence.

Comfortable because finally neither of you feels that weight anymore and everything seems to be… fine.

Both of you have already said everything you wanted to say.

Or almost.

Because in the middle of that silence, Aemond starts thinking fast, having an indecisive debate in his mind, telling himself that enough has been enough, that everything is fine between you now and he doesn't want to ruin it.

But his heart tells him to do it, that there is still more.

While you by his side take your bottle of soda and take a sip, comfortable, this feeling good, but also knowing that this does not mean that the two will resume their friendship.

But for the moment… you enjoy it. You enjoy the moment.

And that's when he speaks again.

"After you left King's Landing…

He starts and you watch him, getting your attention.

"Helaena told me something," let out a long breath, "Something that made me finally realize my feelings and that made me have a little hope, even though you were already gone."

You are still watching him with attention, not having the slightest idea that it could be that what his sister told him, when Aemond looks up at you and looks into your eyes with his soft and honest gaze.

"She told me that you're in love with me."

Your hands become paralyzed first, you stop drinking soda and then your whole body is the one that is motionless, while you observe it with your lips between open, with your confused, attentive and nervous look at the same time.

You don't understand anything.

It's not like you told Helaena about it, in fact no one knows.

And it only makes you feel more nervous that Aemond is there, right next to you, acting completely normal about it, now that he already knows, continuing to observe you in the same way.

But you can't speak, you're still in shock, starting to feel like your pulse is racing too fast.

"She told me that you didn't tell her anything, that she just… knows," he says to you later, still in a soft tone, still making you panic.

You turn your gaze away from him, blink several times, starting to react from panic and nerves and hold your drink tightly.

"You should go."

It's all you say in a thread of voice, not daring to look him in the eye any more and you quickly get up from your bed, wanting to put as much distance as possible between the two of you.

You take Aemond by surprise, who stands up slightly, watching you worried, desperate and a little confused as you go to your door.

When his next words cause you to become paralyzed again, tensing up completely.

"I'm in love with you, too."

He says to you almost desperately, wanting to clarify as soon as possible, watching you attentively and cautiously, slowly getting out of bed to address you very carefully, not wanting to upset you more.

And he begins to explain to you with his soft tone, waiting for the moment so that he turns to you and can talk to you in the eyes, wanting you to see how very honest he is being with you.

"I don't know since when exactly, Y/N. It was probably before we graduated from high school," he lets you know, "That's why I asked you to live with me, because I certainly wouldn't have asked just anyone, and I-I… wanted to be close to you, almost all the time."

Your pulse continues to race, listening to his words carefully, feeling again the urge to cry, even without daring to look at him face to face.

"And all those dates, all those girls I went out with or flirted with at parties…" he sighs, "I told myself that I didn't get any further with them because it just hadn't worked out, when the truth is that I was fooling myself and it was me who didn't take them any further… because they weren't you."

He confesses to you and that's when you can't take it anymore and the first tears fall, starting to shake and with the realization starting to become clear to you as you hear it.

"And I wanted to repress my feelings for you with them, I wanted to fall in love with someone because I didn't want to ruin our friendship, Y/N," he tells you honestly, "And I know it sounds stupid and it's probably tired of hearing it already… but it's the truth. You don't know how much I was terrified of losing you, of losing our friendship because of feelings that weren't reciprocated… or that I thought weren't reciprocated."

Then slowly, Aemond, dares to raise his hand and gently touch your arm, turning you towards him very carefully and tactfully, needing to see you and needing you to see him.

And you let him.

Shaking, but you let him.

And his heart breaks the moment he sees you, with your sad, surprised face, your teary eyes and red cheeks, watching him as if he can't believe it.

"I wish I had known, Y/N," he says softly, watching you with all the love and gentleness in the world, "Because then Alys came, a girl with a personality I hadn't met before, pretending to be a good person and she made me distract myself from you by falling into her games."

You bite your lips, holding back the tears as much as you can, while he continues talking to you and explaining with all the sincerity in the world.

"And I know I was very selfish with all those girls and also with you when I saw you with that guy at that party, having a good time and having fun without me," he confesses with regret, "You don't know how upset I was and how terribly jealous I felt, Y/N. That was when I thought I had lost you for good and I hated myself not only for having ended our friendship, but also for never having confessed my feelings to you and realizing too late… what I lost for a person who wasn't worth it."

He lets out a long breath, biting the inside of his cheek and watching you with all the sincerity, love and affection as he says his next words.

"I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you. Just in the same way you love me…. or loved me," he corrects with a soft sad tone, "I was just too much of a coward to tell you and I didn't give you a chance to tell me either by going out and pretending with all those girls," he lowers his gaze, "I'm sorry."

Then, it's like you're living in a dream.

You don't know if it's real or not.

But you know it's real because of his touch on your arm and the closeness between the two of you, with him looking at you like that, being so terribly honest that it scares you.

It scares you because this is just what you wanted to hear.

This is everything you wanted to hear from him towards you, being just another one of your most pathetic and impossible dreams. But here you are. He has told you.

And that's exactly why you can't control it anymore and right there, in front of him, you lose it completely and the first sob escapes your lips, just as your tears are rushing down your cheeks.

You cover your face completely ashamed, crying, only you don't know if it's from happiness or sadness… or probably both.

But you know you cry because this is what you have been longing to hear for a very long time and you cry wondering why now, why now that things between you are no longer bad but not quite right either.

But mostly you cry because you feel confused.

Since you left King's Landing, one of your purposes was to leave him behind and forget, to undo those feelings for him. But you couldn't.

You still love him.

You love your best friend just the same way he loves you too, being something that was going on for a long time, simultaneously, but without both of you knowing it.

And you feel confused because you don't know if you should finally take this thing you've always wanted, you don't know because of everything that happened, even though he has already explained and apologized to you.

But you don't feel totally confident because he really hurt you so much.

And you don't know if what happened, will happen again and that's just what you don't want. You don't want him to hurt you again.

And Aemond, surprised by your behavior, yet he understands you and doesn't judge you.

That's why he wastes no time and pulls you into a gentle, firm and comforting embrace, letting himself be carried away by his feelings as well.

And you don't push him away. You let him hold you and lock you in his arms, just like you loved him to do when you lived together or saw each other during the day because his hugs have always comforted you and made you feel safe.

And that's also where you can let out your feelings.

He starts to comfort you too with soft words in your ear, stroking your hair with his hand, telling you that it's okay, that everything is fine, that this shouldn't change anything either, that you are the one who has the last word about the two of you.

As he continues to apologize for everything in soft murmurs, holding you tightly against him, not letting you go until you are well.

Until little by little, your sobs begin to decrease and you begin to calm down, sniffling your nose and still hugging him, taking all the time you need until your whole roller coaster of emotions stops.

Aemond doesn't let go, but does so slowly as you begin to stir, watching you intently and worriedly.

You bring your hands to your cheeks, wiping away your tears and sniffling your nose, to which he quickly runs his thumbs over your cheeks as well, still watching you with all that tenderness, that understanding and that affection.

"Are you all right, my pretty one? Do you need anything?"

You deny, again embarrassed, but at least feeling better and less emotional.

"N-no. I'm just… sorry, it wasn't m-my inte…

"Shh, no, it's okay," he interrupts you softly, "it's okay. This was my fault, I never meant to make you react like this. I should have been more careful with you."

"It wasn't that, Aemond," you confess, sniffling once more, "You took me by surprise, that's all. And I-I c-couldn't control myself, i-it was too much."

"Yes, I know, I know, pretty one. It's all right, everything's all right."

And again he pulls you into a soft, comforting embrace that you allow, now no longer feeling like those earlier hugs where before between the two of you there was the word friendship.

Now it's something more… something more intimate and more… honest.

And that's because both of you finally know each other's true feelings.

But still… after this, what you need is time. And that's exactly what you're asking for.

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