#so please excuse the sudden drop in skill

[40cleverways]

"Date" Part 1

[solar-wing]

⚣ Submission 🗣️

⚣🗣️ A/N → Something I couldn't get out of my head after I saw this TikTok. You can't tell me this wouldn't be Jason in this situation. WARNINGS: none

⚣🗣️ Summary → Imagine being in a relationship with Jason Todd where you know Jason could easily beat you in a fight but it never stops you from talking shit as if you’ll fuck him up, and he just lets you…

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It’s not something Jason admits he finds amusing and adorable about you, but the fact that he lets you do it without any real pushback is telling enough. Because imagine, this towering and colossal-sized man, definitely over 6 feet and huge mass with the muscles to show and is a trained fighter (no matter how informal), getting beaten in a fight between him and his shorter and/or smaller boyfriend.

And it’s not to say you could never beat him in a fight, oh no! Your Jaybirdie would never want you to believe he doubts your capability and skills like that. Actually, he’d very much like and would encourage you to be able to learn how to take him down. It would help with his anxiety and fear of you being out in the world without him there to protect you, feeling more at ease knowing you could defend yourself if need be.

He’s definitely planning to make that a reality, because if you two are going to continue to be in a relationship, Jason needs to know that you can protect yourself without him there. It’s something you both talked about and he made it clear when you first got into a serious relationship about him and his family’s side careers.

But, until then, Jason will happily and silently enjoy the trash-talking and play fights with you. It just gives him more of an excuse to have your body rubbing against his, the perv…

It always starts small and silly.

Whether you’re just feeling playful or want attention, it doesn’t matter. You and Jason will be cuddling on the couch or the bed and engaging in your usual harmless domestic banter. Or he’ll be minding his own business cooking, reading, or going over cases and reports, and you’ll just come up and start messing with him.

Messing up his hair, poking him in his face, slapping his butt, and shoving against his body. Despite popular belief, Jason has a somewhat good level of patience and will endure it, but then you start talking shit.

“Oh, was that important? Looks like you’ll need to start over,” You’ll say after purposely jerking his hand while he was writing notes down on a mission report.

“Oops, looks like you dropped something. You’re so freaking clumsy,” said with a jeering tone after knocking the book Jason was reading out of his hands.

“Aww, is the little baby getting upset? Don’t cry baby, it’ll be okay,” You’ll respond in the most insulting baby voice knowing how much Jason despises it and usually ends up being his last straw.

The vigilante will give a soft shove and a warning look to you and that’s all you need. You’ll start taunting him even more and pushing yourself against him, grabbing at his wrists and arms as he holds you back.

“You feeling tough all of sudden? Am I going to have to mess you up like last time?”

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The next moment, Jason’s patience has officially run out and now, the two of you are rolling around on the bed, couch, and floor trying to pin the other. Well, you’re trying to pin him.

Jason’s just holding you off with ease and letting you slip out of his grabs now and then, letting you think you’ve got a chance. Of course, that leads to more shit-talking.

“Man, what kind of criminals are you fighting? You’re no match for me.”

Of course, as things will go when it comes to wrestling between two males, it eventually gets a little out of hand. You’ll shove Jason too hard, accidentally land a hit on his face or nether region, or you’ll even purposefully try to cheat to which your boyfriend responds by immediately putting you in a submission.

Never anything too rough or painful, just enough to immobilize you until you calm down and stop fighting back. But, even the non-painful ones are a bit much for you since you’re not used to fighting like Jason is, so you’ll typically give in within a few seconds, especially when he puts a little pressure on you and jerks you a bit as payback for all the trash talk.

It doesn’t stop you though, since as soon as you’re both done and back to whatever you were doing, you’ll continue to talk shit at your boyfriend like you had him in submission.

“Hopefully you learned your lesson.”

“We can clearly see who the big guy is in this relationship now. Don’t worry little man, maybe you’ll win again next time.”

“Light work. Maybe we should get you some classes small fry.”

And so much more trash-talking and playful jabs until the next round. But, Jason doesn’t mind. As long as he’s the one getting to put you in a submission at the end, he’ll let you trash-talk him all day, every day.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

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[astralnymphh]

♯┆spacesoldier/spacescientist!ellie: who won't shut up about the hookup between you and her from the night before, and longs to do it again, fully. .ᐟ ★

literally don't question the randomness of this blurb. i run on revelations and sudden visions, and this one was just too hot to let rot. i had to pause a whole request for this thing. and it's a bit rushed, i'll like expand on it some other time i just wanted to return to this trope. anyways, I digress— space scientist ellie, nine month voyage through the cosmos, hookups.. tipsy hookups.

it'd be morningtime in the wake of certain events preceding that memories would slowly begin to prick through the surface— owing to ellie's imperfect subtlety. hills and hills of planetary research, prototype weaponry, instructions on how to properly utilize said prototypes, and coffee-stained reports, dawdled through like the process couldn't get any more boring than it presently is; stress, procrastination, a murk in the thick of your thoughts— literal brainrot. then, the main office zone gate slides open, that little airy whir pulls through your ears, and the person that walks through foments sudden recollection to the promotion party last night. ellie. a new recruit under your stations wing— and the immodest girl who was under your hood many hours ago.

ellie is a damnable pesterer of love; portending that if you've ever been intimate with her, she'll be stuck to you like an idiot's tongue adheres to icicles in wintertime. and tipsy her definitely was after you two had sex: pleading for you to stay a minute longer to cuddle, pressing every work-related praise hot into your nape, mentioning how good you taste out of the blue, so on and so forth. yet now that it is a bright and advantageous morning, and considering that she woke up to the scent of you woven through each fiber of her clothes— she remembers, and she reminds.

ellie's got her legs crossed, arms crossed, leaned against your desk's edge, small butt of hers rudely stamping one of your precious folders; the usual stance she does when you're plying your trade, and she prying for attention. "seriously. thursday, you and me, conference room number twenty-seven, i'll bring wine and fetch dinner from the canteen— please?" an earnest ask, you can sense it in her tone; evenly pitched and soft, softer when she pleads, as always, albeit that the spaceship you dwell in has no actual restaurant so dating environments are centered around some good old D.I.Y and empty meeting rooms. her foot winds out slightly to tap the spokes of your office chair, nudging the focus you so dearly casted to the papers below you, to her instead. which regrettably works; tossing an eye roll as you spin, "dates and recreational dinners don't fit into anyone's schedule here, you know that." it aches to claim that, and aches harder to see her take that hit of an that answer. watching her head drop and her mouth tug into a contemplative shape that wanted to battle it out with excuses, loopholes, promises— but it forms into a grin rather, and decides to be impish. "had time for last night though, didn't we? a great time, actually, n' i wanna see where that.." her voice sinks into the pit of her throat— deep and reserved — and her thumbs start to do that cute fiddly thing at her waist, rolling over each other while the rest of her fingers intwine and overlap, "—takes us?" modifying her words into a delicate, unsure question. a toothy, one-sided smile and sad puppy brows, ugh you could just pinch her cheeks. but of course, she spices up the deal, "hopefully.. back into my room, if my flirting skills aren't total shit." annoyingly rambling as a way to showcase how gravely you've impacted her mind the last twelve or so hours. so grave, you're the only thing her motivation could cling upon to urge her limbs and weasel her sluggish weight out of bed earlier. "please?"

that please chisels a smile into your lips, unfortunately-fortunate, "god, you're so bad, williams." poking fun at her and coasting the wheeled chair away with the back of your knees straightening, rising from your seat with documents in-hand, and agreeance in-mind; written ripe on your lifted cheeks.

"was i?" said indirectly, a cocky implication twisting her cheeks to the same level as yours. it took you— let's say, two, three, awkward seconds of squinting before you understood her crafty-ass joke that took your words a completely different, and lewd direction. stupidly faced too: cocking her brow with the scar slicing through, and cocking one side of her head upwards too, overall just cocky. now you could just squeeze her annoying face until it exploded. figuratively.

"shut up." "okay."

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[i4bellingham]

CONSPICUOUS : trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

when a trip to the club with your boyfriend trent was filled with lingering sticky eyes and a possessive heat creeping in his chest, he’s there to remind everyone just who exactly you belong to. after all, if trent is known for something other than his excellent skills and garnered awards from football, it’s that he's also very greedy of you.

// english is not my first language, however i am in the process of learning so please bare with the errors :>

+18. minors do not interact. no explicit smut but contains suggestive content, making out, marking and possessive, jealous trent.

Trent knows you're beautiful.

You're absolutely fucking drop-dead gorgeous and that's one of the many superficial things about you that he's come to observe firsthand. But apart from the external features that often leaves him staring at you longer than necessary, Trent also knows what kind of person you are past the layers of your introverted nature and shy demeanor.

You weren't only beautiful and kind and sweet and friendly albeit a little closed off, but you were also adorably oblivious.

What's more is that apart from being clueless of the multiple eyes that followed you since you've gone inside the club, you were only ever focused on Trent. Your pretty eyes meeting his in more than one occasion while he's got his arms wrapped around you as you're sat on his lap.

The conversations between him and some of his friends are seldomly interrupted when he’d be kissing your cheeks or playing with your hands or unconsciously twirling a strand of your hair around his finger instead.

It was such an understatement to admit that he's mesmerized and smitten completely by you and he wasn’t afraid to show that.

Though despite the sweet display of affection, multiple pair of eyes are still glued on to your figure. You don’t seem to notice it, freely conversing with another girl friend instead but the way Trent’s grip on your thighs hardens, you take immediate notice.

You smile charmingly at your friend, excusing yourself before you're facing him and flattening down the fabric of his dress shirt that showed some of the the skin of his chest.

You kiss him tenderly on the lips, muttering the question against the kiss as Trent adjusts his hands over your waist.

“What’s wrong?”

Another set of diverting eyes catches Trent’s gaze before he’s peppering kisses over the bare skin of your collarbone, neck and shoulders, letting his lips drag over your chest and the hinting ghost of his tongue making you squirm on his lap.

He cups your buttocks through the sheer textile of your short dress, palming it in gentle circling motions before he plants his wet lips over yours. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, letting him shove his tongue inside your mouth and licking at every spot he can reach, unaware of his heated gaze as he stares down another guy from a few tables down.

The guy, abashed and frantic nervously takes his glass and nearly drops it before he’s being chastised by his own friends.

You on the other hand, oblivious to the tensed exchange going on between your boyfriend and countless of guys inside the club began to fumble with Trent’s shirt, running your warm palms over the exposed area of his chest to which caught his attention from whoever guy he’s been glaring at.

Trent pulls away, grasping at your wrists before he taps you on your waist.

“Sit on my lap properly baby, don’t want ya ta fall now do we?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him before fixing your sitting arrangement over his thighs, only having to throw a leg on his other side before Trent yanks down the tube top of your dress, just enough for your left boob to show as he swiftly encloses his mouth over your mound, hiding your pretty bosom from prying eyes as he began licking and sucking at your nipple.

Shocked by the sudden gesture and the pleasure that tickled your stomach, you throw your head back, clasping your own palms against Trent’s head and pushing his mouth to suck more at your breastㅡonly then noticing the lack of people in your booth before your attention is being taken away from the realization when Trent gives your perky nipple a good swirl of his tongue before he’s sucking at the skin of your boob, slowly fixing your dress back up as his lips ascends upwards to meet your hungry ones in a messy kiss.

He wraps your hair around his palm, his other free hand guiding your waist to grind over his lap before he's pulling away and whispering the words that had you scrambling to your feet.

“Let’s go home so we can continue this yeah?”

a/n: this jealous!trent idea was pitched to me by @halaxxx thru dms & with my own added twist ofc :)) i know i said i’ll be back to posting after the new years and after my short break but since you guys have been so kind and so supportive of me and my works, consider this as a little something from me to you guys <33 i hope you enjoy your fill!! happy new years again <33 love yaaaaaaa <3333

[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 16: Swimming (Din Djarin)

Kinktober Masterlist

Din has been hesitant around large bodies of water recently. It hasn’t gotten bad enough to be considered an outright phobia but has been enough that you worry for his safety. Grogu was a kid prone to accidents and dangerous situation; what if one of those situations involves a lake?

That was how you convinced Din to try and learn how to swim properly. Most Mandalorians are taught from a young age to simply avoid the water where they can. All that armor and weapons can only result in sinking like a rock. Even if they were skilled it would be difficult to survive a sudden drop off.

“I can swim,” Din had insisted when you started stripping.

“I believe you; I also believe there is nothing wrong with practice.” You explained, taking his hands, and walking backwards into the water. “We won’t swim for very long, just enough that I know you’re safe.”

It was late in the night when you proposed this. Grogu was passed out in the bed, and the air was warmer than your average planet.

Din didn’t say much after you got completely naked. Taking the hint and doing, mostly, the same. Only his helmet remained when he stripped down. His armor and clothes folded next to yours.

The water was warm but still cool enough you had to get used to it. It created goosebumps over your legs and arms. A good excuse to press close against Din as you walked backward.

You make it about waist deep before issues arise. Although the ground is sand there is still the occasional rock sitting around. One of those rocks finding it’s way into your heel. Digging in and surprising you enough to send you backwards into the water.

Din does his best to catch you, but he doesn’t have the time to stop gravity. Instead you end up taking him with you. Grabbing onto his forearms and landing in the water with a splash that disturbed the peace around the world.

“Are you alright?” Din asks, pushing himself up to keep you from drowning in waist deep water.  

Rarely do you get to see so much of Din. He always wears the armor and clothing. The lights off when you sleep together and a covering over your eyes when you get a kiss. Seeing him entirely naked from the neck down was a real treat.

He was a hair man. On his chest, his arms, and legs there was a fine layer of dark hair. The water pressing his hair close to him. Your hands run over his arms and chest. No thoughts about the swimming lessons you were planning. The only thing you could think of, you cared about, was the body leaning over you.

“I’m okay,” You say, pushing yourself up to kiss his shoulder.

The swimming lesson is completely forgotten about now. Din lets you cover his shoulder and collar bone in kisses. His hands over your chest, squeezing your breasts and relishing in the feeling of your skin without gloves.

“Come here,” You tell him, and he does exactly that.

With a sudden show of strength Din holds around your back. Pulling you up and onto his lap. The water sloshing and splashing as you bounce against him. Laughing out into the open air and relishing in the warmth this man gives.

He penetrates faster than you would have liked. The overwhelmed feeling of your bare body against his own moved things along faster than they would normally. It stretches and burns a bit when his pushes him. Both hands squeezing and massaging your backside as he waits for your permission to continue.

“Din, please.” You say, an arm wrapped around his neck.

The splashing getting louder, more intense, as you start to bounce. His fingers, usually hidden behind harsh gloves, is delicate against your clit. Back and forth he slides over your clit, as if to apologize for how quickly he decided to fuck you.

It was almost enough. The chill of the air on your nipples, the grunting from the man you love, and a never-ending promise to be together no matter what. That was enough.

[nonuggetshere]

Ooooooo the PK Hornet body swap sounds funny as hell, got any extra info on it??

OH BOY DO I EVER

He walked briskly down the hallway of his palace, his heart pounding in his chest. Everything he could hear was just his heartbeat.

This situation was...suboptimal.

Okay, no. It was fucked. It was freaky.

He needed to find his daughter - and his body - as soon as humanely possible. Hornet was probably looking for him right this second too.

Oh, fates, how could something like this happen? How was any of this possible? For a moment, he was fully convinced he was dreaming, but that couldn't be. He didn't dream.

Whatever the case was, he needed to figure out the solution. He needed to.

...Oh, fates, he already feared what Herrah would do to him if she found out.

It was a loud, sharp whistle coming from behind him that finally snapped him from the almost trance-like state he was in.

"Hornet!"

Oh, great, was somebody talking to him and he didn't even realise? But he didn't recognise the voice... Was it one of the retainers? But they wouldn't call her by her name-

That's alright, he could just...make some sort of excuse. He'll deal with this swiftly.

Only, when he turned around he saw the vessel coming to a halt in front of him.

Their mask was off so he could clearly see the worried expression adorning their face.

Seemingly seeing how startled he looked, they put their hands up. "Sorry, sorry- You didn't react when I called you. Did the retainers get under your skin again?"

Suddenly, it was as if any speech skills he had beforehand abruptly left him and he just stood there, still as a stone, looking at the vessel with his mouth agape.

"...Is...everything alright?" They tilted their head to the side. "...Hornet?" After a moment, they snapped their fingers in front of his fave. "Hellooooo? Earth to Hornet, is anybody there?"

No reaction. He just stood there, frozen.

Even if he could, how was he supposed to react? The vessel - the child - he thought was empty, hollow, pure- It...they were alive... They were alive and they were talking to him.

His stomach twisted into tight knots. It all felt like a bad dream.

They kneeled in front of him, their voice so soft as they spoke. "Little spider, what's wrong? Did something happen? Come on, talk to me." They winced when no reply came again and pressed their hand to his forehead. "You don't...seem sickly, but you're pale as a ghost."

"...You're not...hollow..." He finally muttered quietly, to which they gave a puzzled look.

"I...uh...duh?" They tilted their head. "You've known since we were kids. Seriously, did something happen? What's with this sudden behaviour?"

"...I- uhm..." He shook his head, finally snapping out of it. "It's...it's nothing...just... Do you know where...father is?"

They stared at him for a moment, brows drawn together, before finally deciding to drop the subject. They sighed heavily as they stood up.

"No, actually. I went to meet him like he asked me to yesterday but he wasn't in his room. I thought if I found you first I could get away with looking for him."

"...Get away with...?"

They looked back down at him with that worried yet soft look in their eyes and a gentle smile. "Yeah? You know hollow beings aren't supposed to be curious. We've been over this." They put a hand on his head. "If it's opening to another one of your tangents about how I should tell him, please, at least spare me until it's evening. I'm not nearly awake enough for that."

"I- uhm...y-you- sibling!" He called out to the vessel walking in front of him, fumbling with his words worse than he has ever done in his life.

They just paused and looked back at him with that same soft, concerned and puzzled look from before.

"Seriously, what's up with you today?" They walked up to him and put a hand on his head, gently ruffling his hair.

"I-I...well...uhm..."

"You only call me that in front of father." They kneeled down. "Seriously, did you hit your head or something?"

"Yes- I-I mean, no- I- just couldn't sleep right, I suppose."

They didn't seem to be convinced though and gently stroked his cheek. "...Little spider, you know if something's bothering you, you can tell me." Their face dropped as they continued to stroke his cheeks. "...Is it about the whole sealing thing again? Are you upset with me?"

(New headcanon that came of this scenario; Flower calls her little spider as a very affectionate term

Basically when they're comforting her or generally being affectionate)

When Hornet shows up, theyre at first terrified, then confused, then terrified again

They just back away both of them

"I...y-you..."

"I- I know this is hard to believe in, but please-"

They shake their head and take in a deep breath, calming themself down.

"...What's my name?"

Pale King blinked. "H-huh?"

"I just want to be sure what you're saying is true. My name, what is it?"

"I...uhm-"

"Flower. Your name is Flower."

They just stare from their sister to their father.

"...Well...Fuck."

And this art I posted some time ago was supposed to be the aftermath of All Of This

But besides these few scenes the AU mainly focuses on PK trying to coach Hornet on how to behave so they don't out this situation to anybody else, and Flower trying to help with it but they just can't get over how weird this is. Also some mild bonding between these three. (The oh yeah vessel's alive and the project is over announcement happens after the others find out what happened)

[moonmeg]

Did Caleb ate Kitty's food? And didn't he feel sick after that?

Althought....How Caleb found Flapjack? In Human realm or in Demon?

I answered the second question some while ago with human realm!

For the first one I present you: another glorious piece of writing (it follows my comics not the canon version but Catherine has been changed to Evelyn lol)

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Caleb closed the door behind him. Barely listening to his brother's ramble on how they (again) almost died out there in the Boiling Isles' woods, he brushed the dirt off his coat and picked the stuck leave out of his hair.

"Calm down, Pip. Don't you think it's a little interesting to see how different the flora and fauna of this place is in comparison to earth?"

Philip halted his rant to stare at his brother.

"Oh, right. Now that you mention it... it's actually very interesting how the flora and fauna here tries to eat me or set me on fire or bring death upon me in any other way!", he replied sarcastically while wiping ash and dirt from the surface of his journal. "I can't wait to leave this place behind and be back on earth.", he mumbled angrily, stuffing his journal back into the satchel that was handing around his torso.

Philip started marching off up the stairs to where the brothers each had their chamber. Caleb followed without much thought but stopped upon a sweet scent coming from the kitchen. He couldn't quite say what it reminded it of, he doubted to ever have smelled a scent so sweet as sugar. Maybe that was it. Maybe Mrs. Clawthorne was melting sugar in her cauldron. But Caleb was too curious to just let it be a theory of what it could be.

"Are you coming?", Philip groaned annoyed.

"In a second. Go ahead. I'll be right there.". Caleb didn't even look at his brother when saying that. Instead he stared into the direction of the kitchen down the hall. Philip rolled his eyes but did as Caleb told him to.

Taking a peek into the kitchen he saw not Mrs. Clawthorne in front of the cauldron, but her daughter.

Humming a melody he had never heard before, she danced and spun around the kitchen with a dozen ingredients and a recipe book floating around her.

Seeing her so lightfootedly move around the kitchen was a beautiful, magical sight to him. He came out of hiding to watch her better, a soft smile accompanying his face.

Her palisman curred, flying right next to her. "If you may have this dance?", she turned to the white bird placing her hand on her chest, "Why of course, you may!"

She took the right side of her skirt into her hand and held it up while pretending to share a more formal dance with her palisman. After a turn she was facing the doorway of the kitchen and once she opened her eyes her joyful dancing stopped.

"Caleb!", she yelled out, taken aback by his sudden presence. The magical spells she held up losing the power over the things they held: all ingredients and the book dropping to the floor, the large ladle stirring whatever was in the cauldron suddenly stopping.

"I'm sorry! Please excuse me, Miss, I had no intentions to startle you!", he quickly apologized and took a step back. "I was only curious about the smell coming from here and seeing you dance so happily and carefree... it...", he paused searching for the right way to phrase it, "it was radiant to watch."

The little red tint his cheeks got saying that didn't go unnoticed by her. Evelyn softly smiled at him with a quiet thank you. His eyes moved from her face to the dirty floor with all the ingredients spilled over it around her feet. Caleb cleared his throat and offered his help to clean everything up but Evelyn stopped him before he could finish his sentence. Drawing another blue circle in the air the floor cleaned itself effortless.

"I'm just trying to improve my cooking and baking skills a bit. I wasn't expecting audience though.", she explained eyeing him with a cheeky smile.

"My apologies if I made you uncomfortable.", he fiddled with his fingers, unsure what to do.

"Don't give it a worry. You said the smell got you curious?"

"Yes. It smells incredibly sweet. With a hint of...", he took the smell in a bit longer to make out what it reminded him of aside from melted sugar, "...blueberries?"

She gave a small chuckle. He always said things that barely made any sense but she found it intriguing.

"I have no idea what those blueberries are but what you're smelling is the tarts.", she took one that had no burned spots from the tray and offered it to Caleb to try.

His last meal was hours ago and dinner was even more hours away. It felt like he'd starve before dinner would even be served. And so he happily accepted the small snack in between.

"I think this time they turned out quite alright.", Evelyn leaned onto the kitchen counter and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She looked proud of herself. Usually more than half the tray ends up completely burned and inedible. This time only a few had burned spots.

Without thinking much (again) Caleb took a bite of the tart. While he chewed, holding his hand before his mouth, his eyes sparkled up. "Mmh!", he looked at the brunette standing in front of him, indicated he wanted to say something and with a stuffed mouth told Evelyn that he thinks the tarts are really good.

"You think?"

He nodded enthusiastically. He swallowed and continued: "These are probably the best things I've ever eaten!"

"Well, thank you.", she smiled and blushed shyly, "They're called 'Griffin's Breath'. I used to love them as a little girl."

"Griffin's Breath'? What a unique name to call tarts. I like the crunchiness in between the fluffy dough! What are those?", he went in to take another bite.

"Spider legs."

He froze for a second, eyes shot wide open.

"Excuse me, they're what?"

"Spider legs. That's where the tarts get their name from."

Caleb felt a shiver run down his spine and a sudden feeling of disgust rising in his guts. He still had the second bite he took in his mouth but with the information that he was eating spiders he had lost all appetite and the desire to spit it out. It would've been extremely rude of him to just spit out what he had already began to chew, especially when he said it was the best thing he's ever eaten just a minute earlier.

"Oh how... how nice. Yes, the... the spiders really give it all a certain unique flavor.", he tried his best to act over his distaste and wish to vomit with a crooked and instable smile.

"Just spit it out already.", she stared at him and his sorry performance with narrowed eye lids.

Caleb did so immediately. He coughed a few times to try and get the taste and remainders of spider legs out of his throat but with mediocre success. "I'm so sorry.", he wiped his mouth and put the tart on the kitchen counter.

"It's alright. That's the usual reaction to my kitchen creations.", she shrugged and chuckled.

"No, no it's more that I am not used to the delicate taste of spiders and would actually rather avoid eating them or body parts of them."

"I didn't know the other side of the world was so different.", Evelyn handed him a napkin, "You should show me around there someday. Show me your home town, your family and friends... I'd love to see that."

He blushed more this time. He cleaned off his hands and mouth with a nervous laugh. If she knew the truth, she would never suggest that. His home town would be her death, aside from his little brother there is no surviving member of his family remaining and he never truly had friends. However, the idea that she could stay in his life filled him with joy and this fluttering feeling in his stomach. "Maybe someday."

The two exchanged soft looks and smiles for a moment before Caleb's eyes got bigger and his smile fell again. "Your uh... your cauldron is-", he pointed behind her and couldn't finish his sentence once Evelyn turned around and exclaimed a panicked "Ah!" at the pink dough getting a will of its own.

While she tried to get it under control again, Caleb backed away a little, noticing just how close he is to her.

"Perhaps I should go again. I seem to only be distracting you here."

"It's fine. You can stay if you want. I enjoy your company, Caleb.", her voice softened on the last sentence and seemed to be the softest when pronouncing his name.

His blush giving color to his cheeks deepened and spread even more. The smile she gave him after saying that didn't help toning the red in his face down. There it was again: the feeling of a hundred small butterflies flying around inside his stomach. A feeling that was unknown to him, a feeling that was on the border between uncomfortable and pleasant, but a feeling Evelyn kept triggering with so many of her actions.

"I-I-I- Philip is actually waiting for me to join him upstairs and I'd hate to keep him waiting.", he rubbed his upper arm nervously and pointed at the door.

"I see. Well, in any case I'll see you later today."

Caleb smiled and slowly walked towards the door of the kitchen. "Ah, blondie, wait!", she called out again, making him stop and turn his head over his shoulder to look at her. He met her piercing teal eyes first before noticing that she held out another tart on a plate towards him.

"Eh- Evelyn I-"

"Not for you. For your brother. He didn't even have breakfast if I remember right. He must be starving."

"Oh.", he took the plate and met her eyes again with a small smile, "Thank you."

Evelyn's grin grew brighter as she held the eye contact for a moment longer. His brown eyes may not be as piercing as her teal ones but they radiated a warmth ans comfort she could sometimes find herself wishing to melt into. She slowly turned around, back towards her cooking experiment. She took one last glance at him over her shoulder before fully returning to the cauldron.

A little lightfooted and awestruck, with a pinch of nauseated, Caleb walked up the stairs and turned the doorknob to the chamber Philip claimed as his for the time being. He entered the room and leaned onto the door until it closed.

"Well that took you long enough.", Philip looked up from his journal he still tried to clean.

Caleb however was staring into nothingness, trying to hold on to the mental image of her beautiful face for just a minute longer. He didn't give his brother even a second of a glance as he walked to the desk, where he had registered Philip sat at, and put the small plate on it, commenting on it with a "For you."

"Food? Actual edible food? Thank goodness, I'm starving!", Philip's eyes sparkled up for a second upon seeing the tart. He picked it from the plate and already had his mouth open for the first bite when Caleb stopped him. "No, don't eat it. There's spiders inside."

As quick as the sparkle in this eyes came it was gone again. He examined the tart a bit better but decided to believe Caleb on this, despite the appetizing and almost inviting sweet smell, and set the tart back on the plate with a disappointed but not surprised frown.

"It's from Evelyn. She thought you would like a small something to eat since you skipped breakfast.", Caleb explained.

"Ah. Well, if it's from her then I don't want it at all.", his eye lids narrowed even further and he shoved the plate away. Evelyn is the last person he'd accept anything from. He disliked her and was not afraid to show so. To his worry, though, Caleb seemed to like her and secretly Philip feared there may be even more than just liking to it.

A few hours later Philip's eye lids didn't raise much higher from before as he watched his brother toss and turn in the bed groaning. Caleb had started complaining about queasiness half an hour after entering Philip's room and decided to lay down for a moment. Unfortunately laying down did not help his condition much.

"I think those Griffin's Breaths are showing their effect on my stomach.", he groaned in pain.

Philip pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why would you even eat them in the first place? Aside from the knowledge of what these witches eat and put in their recipes and that we can't eat majority of that, she could've put poison in it!"

"I don't think it was her intention to poison me."

"Right... and that's why you're lying here all sick-"

"Hand me the basin please-", Caleb interrupted, sensing the upcoming consequence of trying Boiling Isles' food.

Philip grabbed the basin and held it to Caleb, who clung to it and immediately buried his face in it with a retching sound.

"-vomiting.", Philip finished his sentence, rolling his eyes.

Once his stomach emptied itself Caleb spit into the basin before handing it back to his little brother and throwing his head back onto the pillow groaning and whining. Philip placed the basin on the floor and sat down on the bed next to Caleb. Remembering how Caleb would tend to him anytime he was sick when the two of them were still boys, Philip gently patted Caleb's back and assured him everything will be fine again but that next time someone in this place offers him food he should not just eat it to avoid this from happening again.

[moonlightndaydreams]

Okay, I can't get it out of my mind now, so I'm gonna drop this before going to sleep and check your reply tomorrow or whenever you do it.

Following our conversation, you know those "trio dances" they have on dwts, where three people have to come up with a choreography to fit all of them.

I'm imagining Violeta (or your oc) teaching Minsung these dances for the laughs, since they were very curious about it and wanted to try. But as part of the routine, she has to be between both of their bodies for a step and both of them press her against the other. The air thickens and there's a sudden, palpable tension between them now that she can't explain.

There you go ♥️

Dancing With the Idols

I feel like jumping with excitement that I’m actually writing out a dwts inspired situation here!

I’m going to go with my OC - ONLY BECAUSE I don’t want to mess up your character’s vibe. I feel like mine isn't as feisty and I don't want to lessen her personality. But by all means imagine it’s Violeta (or change her in the follow up) if you want to.

I just realised I never gave this character a name in my daydreams, so I'm calling her Melanie.

So Minsung had been watching Melanie doing these trio dances with her professional dance partners and they were intrigued from the moment they saw her perform them live. Minsung had barely seen sensual / sexy couple dancing as it was, but a woman with two male partners? This really got their attention.

“Come on Mel, teach us how to do it?” They begged. “I’m not sure you will be able to handle being this close to a woman dancing, but okay. If you’re keen, I am happy to show you a dance.”

She actually thought it would be funny to see them squirm at how intimate the dance steps could be, and to be honest she wasn’t sure how they’d react.

So the day finally came and Minsung arrived at the small dance studio that Melanie had been using for all her practice. She had decided to wear her tightest leggings (the ones that rode up her ass) and crop top (the low cut one), you know, just to see how they’d respond when they had to touch her without much to left to the imagination. She seemed to have picked well, judging by the wide eyes Han gave her.

“Okay, boys, so if I can get you to stand here and here.” She directed them through the basic steps, no touching at this point. They listened attentively, taking in all her instructions. She was actually rather surprised that they were being so serious about it. She was pleased at how quick they picked up the steps (which she had no doubt they would from watching them dance in a group).

But here’s the thing. Melanie didn’t know that another reason that Minsung wanted to learn to dance like this was because of her. They loved the way she moved. They wanted an excuse to get close to her. Minho wanted to show her what he could do with his body. Han simply wanted to be enveloped by two incredible dancers. They were both hideously jealous of those men she’d been dancing with. They wanted to be with her like those men had been. They wanted to show her the things they could do with her, and to her.

When they took a break, Han and Minho relaxed a little (okay, they actually wanted to make Melanie become self conscious and blush) so had started to play around and be silly with each other, practicing sexy body rolls with each other and enticing the other to touch or rub against them.

Melanie sat on the floor with her drink bottle and watched them. She couldn’t help but notice how Minho could move his hips and roll his body in such a fluid and confident way, making her bite her lip and imagine how he could use those skills elsewhere. The control he had of his entire body was making her skin burn, and when she looked at his thighs, her mind went straight to visions of grinding herself on them. Oh God, no snap out of it, she thought. She quickly looked up only to meet Minho’s gaze. He smirked a her, knowing full well she’d been checking him out.

Melanie quickly looked over to Han, and noticed he was also very skilled, but he’d try to hide it with jokes and pretending he was clumsier than he actually was. Oh he looked fine too, with his tongue out while he reviewed the steps so far. He did a body roll and made a facial expression like he was fucking someone from behind. Melanie spat out her water all down her crop top.

“I think we’re ready for you to teach us the rest, Miss.” They looked at Melanie like good little students, pretending to be oblivious to her mishap.

She taught them the rest and then it was time to add music. “Taste”. You can imagine how things went after that? The two male dance roles were meant to be fighting for the female dancer’s attention, twizzling her this way and that, trying to take her from the other, fighting to win her.

But to Melanie, it felt like Minsung had different ideas. It felt more like they were working together to confuse her and then trap her. Pushing and pulling her into the other, or rubbing against her in perhaps a more sensual way than necessary. But she couldn’t pull them up on it because they were following the steps. Maybe it was in her head?

Until on one particular step, where she had to be between the two men, Minho in front and Han behind that she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. There was this moment where everything slowed right down, almost to a standstill. Minho had his hands on her waist, Han had his hands on her hips. Melanie swallowed hard and stole a glance up at Minho. He was staring straight through her making her cheeks redden. He looked like he was going to eat her alive. Fuck, why does he have to look like that?

But that wasn’t the only thing to worry about. She could feel Han’s hips push against her ass, his hot, warm breath very close to her neck. Melanie stepped forward slightly to create some space between her and Han (in which he just followed her anyway), but all that did was push her against Minho. The two men pressed their bodies against her, making her heart rate increase and her breath quicken. They were so close. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. But is was happening.

“Are you feeling nervous, Mel? Your chest is all flushed.” Minho said low, looking just above her cleavage.

She wondered what she should do. Should she abruptly push them off her, or should she just wait to see what kind of move they were planning to make?

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Okay... so @lyramundana what happens next? You can change her into your OC if you want, or whatever. But I'd love to know how you think she is going to repsond.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes anything to add would be oh so lovely.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '20 Prompt No. 6 — "That was impressive."

Category: Original WIP: Partners Rating: T Timeline: sometime between Partners and Partners II. May or may not be canon. CW: none Word Count: 792 Additional Notes: the timeline is apparently up in the air lmao. I don't have the energy to do the math sometimes whoops

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"Help me." Reagan dropped a thin packet of sheet music directly on top of Ben's lap, one of the pages bouncing off of his head on the way down. "I've heard a rumor you're pretty good at tickling the ivories."

Ben, fingers halted over the keys of his piano as Reagan's sudden presence quite literally interrupted his songwriting process, didn't respond right away. He blinked from the paper sliding off of his lap. "Uh…one could say that I've dabbled..."

Nodding, Reagan tugged a folded sheet of music from his back pocket and smoothed it out across the reflective black top of the grand instrument. "Great!" He flashed a brilliant smile. "Someone wrote a song for me and I'd like to go over it with you."

"A song?" Ben unstuck himself from his shock enough to pick up the sheets from the floor. "Are you kiddin' me? You've got enough music here to finish your career…! What…who wrote this?"

A pause went by practically unnoticed before Reagan scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "I've got a tour scheduled with Henry and the Monsters."

Ben angled his face up toward Reagan's, a glower burrowing deep in his face. "Excuse me?"

"Don't give me that." Reagan jabbed a finger in Ben's direction. "I came all the way over here—"

"An entire ten minute trip, you poor baby!"

"—I came all the way over here to get your help because I am forever indebted to you and your genius pianist skills, also I miss you so…much." Reagan tapped the rolled-up sheet music on the top of the piano and glanced around at Ben's living room, his demeanor softening and voice falling into a quiet murmur. "It's been five months, Benny."

The weight of that truth settled onto Ben like a wet blanket, and he took a deep breath to quell his frustration. "You were home for a week."

"I was home with a ten-year-old and a four-year-old. And Carolyn and I are having…problems. And in case you haven't noticed, my manager absolutely hates you."

"Yeah, you don't have to remind me, he was my manager too, asshole!"

Reagan turned his partially tired gaze onto Ben, patient. Reasonable. They held eye contact and Ben's irritation began to roll off of him.

"Okay." Ben stuffed the music onto the piano. "You're right. You've got a career to worry about. At least one of us should actually be successful."

Reagan couldn't stifle the small smile creeping across his face. "Should I list all of the ways Benjy Mertz outshines me, or should we mutually understand that he will forever be my superior in the way of talent and move along with our lives?"

"Spare me the patronizing, my stomach can't handle it."

"So I shouldn't mention the three gold records you've earned within the first two years of going solo? Or the millions upon millions of people who have come out to see you on your first tour around the country? Hmm? What've I got to show for my career?"

Ben's scowl returned. "…I'm still trying to cope."

"Yeah. Me too. But…as always, I defer to your expertise. I need you. Please."

Yet another stretch of silence passed between them and Ben eventually cleared his throat.

"Right. Let's go."

They practiced for hours, went through Reagan's entire set until he had it memorized, and after a while exhaustion set in and Reagan found himself humming along as Ben went off on a musical tangent, fingers dancing over the keys among the soothing lullaby spilling out of his head.

He knew he was being stared at, but Ben decided not to acknowledge that, only the soft vibrato of Reagan's harmonizing voice. It had been almost half a decade since their professional split yet in still, pensive moments like this, the pain seeped through, fresh and raw. They'd found themselves often separated by oceans, a reality Reagan had sacrificed his life with his parents to prevent at the tender age of thirteen. Nothing made sense.

"Hey," he whispered once Ben stopped playing. "That was impressive."

Ben could not, for the life of him, meet Reagan's eyes. "You said you and Carolyn are having problems."

Reagan nodded. "It's nothin' too bad. But you and Faye are trying to have a kid and I think…well, it might be draining us all, y'know? We're hurtin' for you."

Speaking of whom, Ben caught sight of Faye's car pulling into the driveway through the living room window. He exhaled, extracting a cigarette from his shirt pocket. "Do me a favor."

"Yeah."

"Shut up about needin' me. You haven't needed me for five years."

Reagan, unusually stricken, frowned at the spot Ben once occupied for several seconds after he got up to greet his wife.

[harryssweatcreaturee]

Hi 👋 👋

Firstly, I love you and your blog very very much ❤

So I just wanted to ask you to write something for me if you can...

Ok so and fr/enemies to lovers with Harry and Y/N where they are roommates and Harry has like a date and he asks her to clean the apartment but she's sick like can't move, can't talk sick but he doesn't listen to her, says she's making excuses but Luke after the date when Harry realizes he was a bit harsh and like he didn't see her all day so he just like goes into her room to apologize but then he sees that she's very sick and then Harry feels guilty and he like um helps her and all and they just like um cuddle and fall asleep all fluffy and a bit angst 😊

ISorry if that's too much.

the one where y/n gets sick

a/n: so sorry it took me a while but here you go babe!! thank you for your support <3

word count: 1k

warnings: none

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Being Harry’s roommate wasn’t all that fun. (Y/N) didn’t understand what she had done for Harry to dislike her so much. He was always cold, demanding, and stand offish when it came to her.

The worst part?

She liked him. So much. (Y/N) could see past all that bitterness. She’d seen how he treats his mother and sister, it absolutely melted her. Harry was a beautiful man, too. It was just torturous to like a man that could barely withstand her presence. At least that’s what she thought.

Harry on the other hand did like (Y/N). He just wasn’t the best at showing it. So, to his knowledge, ignoring her was the best thing he could do to get over his crush. Did it work? No. But he continued to try.

Like tonight. He decided to ask a girl out from one of his classes, wanting to show off his good cooking skills and watching some movies even while they had dessert.

Harry and (Y/N) had an agreement. (Y/N) cleans the apartment and Harry takes care of the cooking and dishes. It had been about a week and a half since she last cleaned but despite it being time to clean this weekend, she had come down with a bad cold that could barely allow her to get out of bed.

She decided against telling Harry because it wasn’t his problem anyway. He doesn’t come close to her often so it’s not like she’d be getting him sick.

“(Y/N)! This apartment needs to be cleaned and I have someone coming over tonight. Please.” Harry yelled out from the living room, picking up his books and notes from the coffee table.

(Y/N) sighed, clearing her throat to try and respond but her voice was failing her. “I can’t move, Harry. Can you please clean this time?” Her voice came out weak and raspy. She grabbed her phone to text him instead.

‘To Harry: I’m really sick, Harry. Can you please clean or wait until I feel better?’

Not even a minute later, he replied.

‘From Harry: Whatever. You and your excuses.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and threw her phone across the bed before grabbing the box of tissues to blow her runny nose.

Harry ended up taking about two hours dusting and cleaning the apartment and kitchen before cooking himself and his date their dinner.

Besides the fact that (Y/N) was too sick to move, she didn’t want to come out while Harry’s friend or whoever was over. The last thing she needed was Harry getting angry at her for coming out while he had visit.

A couple of hours later, Harry’s date left, and he could not be more thankful. The girl was awkward and way too quiet for Harr’s liking. He just felt bad telling her to leave sooner.

While picking up the kitchen, Harry realized that (Y/N) hadn’t come out of her room the whole while. Suddenly, he felt shitty because maybe she was sick and he was being an asshole. Harry dropped what he was doing and walked to (Y/N)’s room, knocking softly and waiting for a response.

“Come in.”

He couldn’t hear her well but he could make out her words from her raspy voice, opening the door to reveal a very sick (Y/N). Guilt and embarrassment quickly washed over Harry as he approached her bed.

“I- God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry. Let me help you. Have you eaten all day?”

The sudden change in Harry startled (Y/N). She watched him with curious eyes as he picked up the soiled tissues around her and touched her forehead to check for a fever.

Her raspy voice came out as she spoke, and it only made Harry feel worse. “No. Body hurts too much to move.” Harry frowned and sighed. “M’ gonna make you some soup and we can watch a movie. Have you had any medications?”

(Y/N) loved this caring side of Harry but she was afraid it’d be over once she was feeling better. Can she be sick forever?

Harry promised her he’d be back before scurrying off to the kitchen to make (Y/N) some chicken noodle soup, making sure to grab her a glass of water and some cold medicine as well. He left it on her nightstand for a second to change himself into some more comfortable clothing, finding (Y/N) sitting up to grab the bowl of soup.

“No, no. Don’t move. Let me help.” (Y/N) giggled and looked at him wide eyed. “Should I be concerned? Maybe you’re the one that’s sick…” Harry sighed and took the bowl from her hands. “Take his as my apology for being harsh and also as gratitude for being nice to me always no matter what.”

(Y/N) had two perfectly functioning hands but Harry insisted on helping her eat and getting her comfortable in bed. He clicked on her favorite romcom on Netflix and scooted in beside her, daring to rest one arm around her to share his warmth. He caught her shivering from the fever, and he couldn’t help himself.

“Harry?” (Y/N) looked up at him as she sniffled, Harry looking down to her as well with a hum.

“You don’t hate me, right?”

Harry frowned and brought his hand up to her hair, brushing away the ones that had fallen to her face. “God, no. M’ so sorry for making you believe that with how I’ve been behaving. I promise I don’t hate you, love. Truly sorry.”

A wave of relief filled (Y/N). Maybe he would change from now on and (Y/N) wouldn’t have to feel like she’s walking on eggshells whenever she’s around Harry. She liked this Harry a lot better and she’d do whatever to keep it this way, but as long as he’d give in the effort too.

(Y/N) felt comfortable around Harry’s warm touch, feeling much needed sleep was over her and she didn’t even care if she fell asleep. It’s the most comfortable she’d been in a while.

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[wormstacheangel]

When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

[clarissalance]

Who has the upper hand?

Pairing: Kaeya x G/N!Reader, mention of Varka and Diluc.

Warning: Slight swearing, Kaeya is a lil shit, reader being stubborn and scheming, immense tension

Summary: You’re so terrible at swordsmanship that you can’t withstand 2 strikes from Kaeya or, are you? 

Word count: 3k5

Disclaimer: What is written in here is based on my imagination, nothing from this fic should be taken seriously. Most of the fact I put in this fic does not follow the lore of the game so it should only be taken as a grain of salt. For example: section 8 in Knight of Favonius codebook.

A/N: I struggle so much when I wrote this piece. This was suppose to be angstier but I tone down a little bit (because Kaeya was very OOC in my draft, I think he’s still a bit OOC in this fic but I tried my best ;-;, pls don’t bite me.) 

How did author write a 50k+ oneshot? I can’t write something more than 5k properly ;-; Anyhow, please enjoy this fic. I’m going to have a good rest for 2 weeks before release a comeback. Please shower Kaeya and our new MC with a lot of loves!!!! 

As a strategist of the knight of Favonius, you don't usually have enough time to finish the towers of reports, the never-ending meetings and dealing with cheap tricks Fatui diplomats. Often, you have to skip your daily sword training session, which results in a rather miserable situation. The whole practice ground is staring holes at your defeated posture. You are sitting on the hard soil ground, and the Calvary captain is towering you, his sharp blade just a few inches away from your throat. 

It is not a strange scene for any knights to lose a spar against the Calvary captain, he should be one with the best swordsmanship after Grand Master, and maybe Acting-Grand Master, too. However, as knight, they can usually withstand him at least more than 2 blows. 

Whispers and talks start to circulate around as soon as you stepped your foot in the training ground. It’s very uncommon to see people from that department wandering around this area. The strategy department is famous inside the Knight of Favonius to be the weakling-cunning-mouthy-jerks, who always find excuses after excuses to skip the monthly knight evaluation. 

So, who gives them the right to be exempt from the test? Of course, it’s from the ultimate high chief of strategy department. Rumours say before the strategy chief works for the Favonius knight, the man was once a legendary attorney. That person can flip words from black to white, turns the defendant from guilty to innocent.  With a profound convincing skillset coming from the chief, persuading the Grand Master Varka is easy as a piece of cake. The whole department of 10 people is easily off-hook for 3 years, never participate in the monthly evaluation before the man suddenly dropped the bomb 2 days ago.  

“ I’m tired from coming with excuses to cover for your lazy asses.” The man waved his hand, his eyes staring outside the window. His nails scratching the messy shaved chin.“ Varka seems to get used to navigating my thoughts-”

“Maybe time is wearing away your skill-” At the corner, someone accidentally blurted out, and the whole table gave him a sharp look. Did he have a death wish or something? If so, everyone here can happily dig him a hole, free charge for the coffin.

The chief cleared his voice again, blue eyes melancholy drifted to the table. “So, you guys have tried your best on this monthly evaluation. I hope to see you all again next month.” 

The meeting was dismissed afterwards, and everything spiralled into chaos. The whole department hasn’t touched anything aside from the parchment papers and the quills in the last 3 years. How are they going to master the swordman-ship in 2 weeks? 

But, the worst thing is,

Your well-respected, talented, and tactful chief has run away. 

The next morning, you received the news that a foxy old man is on a business trip to Fontaine with the Grand Master. The expedition is 2 weeks long.

You should have known what he meant when the deceitful man ambiguously ended his sentence like that. Nothing goes well when the chief said:  ‘Farewell, my comrades’. 

 For the last 2 days, you have been starting to familiarize yourself again with how to hold a sword and how to swing the sword. 

As you trail along with the long-forgotten memories, trying to look through the familiar feeling when swinging the sword, you hear footsteps coming in your direction. It is familiar, with the way the person is walking, the beat, the sudden burst of noise in the air, you can only conclude it’s the Calvary Captain. The practice ground seems livelier as soon as the man steps inside, people rushing to his side to give their greetings. Maybe today is one of his practice days.

 “ Never thought I would see you here.” The young man calls out, successfully jostle you up from your thoughts. You give him a complex look and turn away, focusing on the tattered dummies. Your wrist is screaming in protest, legs wobbling. You remember those golden days when you were young when you were flexible, and your bones didn't crack as much. Oh, where the golden days have gone? 

“What do I own the honour of seeing you here, captain?” You fold your arm defensively, voice monotonously. Kaeya despites the most when you start talking in an emotionless tone. Oh, how you love riling him up in the middle of the practice ground! 

“ I come here for my weekly practice, but-” He shrugs, eyes glinting with mischief. “ look like the rumour about the abolishment of special permission for the strategy department is true.” 

So he has heard the rumours. You roll your eyes, face blanks. You know Kaeya has his own way to obtain his information, but you never thought it’d be this fast. Words don’t easily leak from the strategy department. 

“What do you need? Make it short, so I can practice for the upcoming evaluation.” Tired of his long introduction, you ask him directly. If you are going to ignore him any longer, the man will continue poking you. 

Starting an argument only wastes your time, and asserting dominance in the middle of the training ground won’t boost your ego. You’re a strategist, your weapons are detailed plans and sharp word, not sword and bow. Showing off your strength in front of those ruthless knights don't improve your relationship with them. 

“ Straight the point eh?” You give him an impatiently look, tempting to ignore him again before he flashes you a smug grin. “How bout sparing with me?”  

The whole training ground falls in silence, and you direct at the captain a confusing look. Is he serious? No one in the knight except the Grand Master can go against him, not to mention someone who hasn’t touched a sword for three years. 

“I can help you with your training, and you can help with mine” Kaeya speaks with utmost confidence that you almost nod and agree. That man is really deceitful, he knows how well your skill has gone dull, yet he still wants to practice with you? What is this man plotting?  

“ Do you realize how absurd your offer is? ” You give him a complicated gaze, voice unwavering. Everyone takes in a deep breath, tension crackling. It's not everyday scenery you often encounter. A heated argument between the mischievous cavalry captain and the tactful strategist. Nosy people gather around the pair, internally hoping for the war the breaks out. 

“ You know well that I can’t properly block your first strike.” Light-hearted, you joke, but there is no hint of amusement in your voice. Sharpe eyes glaring at the blue figure, you notice the man remains unfazed. 

" Shouldn't you choose a more competent opponent?" 

The sound whispers and talking about the reasons why Kaeya picked such an easy opponent start to circulate, and you can’t help to curl your lips up. Within a  few seconds, you have effortlessly turned the gossiping direction toward your desired path. Flashing Kaeya a victorious grin, you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for his reaction.

You should have worked at PR damage control or marketing instead! The diplomat would have been fine too! At least, you wouldn’t need to practice swordman-ship.

As you mulling on your terrible choice of career, a chill runs down your spine. Tilting up, Kaeya is beaming sweetly at you, the frost slowly creeping up and nipping your shoes. Look like you just pressed the wrong button. 

The man narrows his eyes, and you gulp nervously, avoiding his calculating gaze. Kaeya chuckles, his voice laced with worry, wavering and hurtful. 

“I just want to help you improve as fast as possible. The test is coming in two weeks isn't it?” 

The whole table has turned, and people start to say how considerate and thoughtful the cavalry captain is. The crowd starts to criticize you and tell you to be more grateful and stop suspicious of his unconditional help. Oh, you wish he wasting it on you, many knights in this training ground would love getting advice and improvements from him. 

Applause for our dear Calvary captain, smoothly seeking empathy from the crowd and turning the favour back to him. No wonder how fast he climbed up the rank. 

Bantering and arguing with a person like him is meaningless, so you accept his offer and drag your sword toward his direction. Let finish this within 2 strikes. 

Moving to the centre of the field, both of you face each other, his eyes scanning you sceptically. What is this man plotting again? Bowing, you finally give him a warning look before standing at your ready position. Kaeya holds his sword, analyzing your starting posture. 

As soon as the whistle blows, you charge at the man, opening the spar with a direct hit. Kaeya quickly raises his word up to block the first blow, the sound of steel clashing loudly. He then forcefully diverts the sword to the left, a classic way to counter the strike. 

Knowing your limited strength against him, you take a step back and swiftly angle the blade downward, aiming for a weak spot at his waist. This move would create a noticeable weakness on your right, and only the idiot doesn't use this as his advantage to disarm you. 

You’re right, he uses the loophole you planned, successfully disarm you within 2 strikes. The sword slips from your hand clanging loudly behind as your foot slips and fall on the ground. 

His sharp blade is just a few inches away from your neck. The calvary captain wears a solemn look, his cerulean eyes imbued with irritation. Seems like he figures out you purposefully planed to end the match in 2 strikes. 

Quickly raising your hand in defeat, you shoot him a taunting grin. The referee declares Kaeya is the winner, and people start to clap and cheer loudly, but overall no one is surprised. As the match end, audiences start to disperse, return back to their tasks. 

Kaeya put his sword away and offers you his hand. You stare idly at the gloved hand a moment before putting yours on. The man effortlessly pulls you up, your body flush against his. With Kaeya so close to you, your first reaction is to push the man away, but his firm grip says otherwise. He inches closer, dark blue locks brush your cheek, tall figure towering you intimidating. 

“Why end it so early?” He leans down and whispers, your body tenses up visibly. “Surely, you could handle more than 2 strikes of mine.” The young man in blue hums, his voice sultry. 

“ What are you saying? I haven’t touched the sword more than 3 years.” You remind him, hands pushing his chest away, trying to create some distance. The man doesn’t budge an inch. 

“Your strikes doesn’t say so. The first strike was not bad.” Noticing your effort to push him away, Kaeya stands straight, heels dig into the ground. His lips curl up at the helplessness flashing in your eyes. He loves seeing you struggle, seeing how anxiety and desperation rising in your sparkling orbs. “I think you could at least have a decent fight with me.”  

“ Quit spouting non-sense Kaeya, let me go. We are in public.” You let out an annoyed hiss, punching his toned chest. He still wears the uniform improperly like that, the exposed tan chest can be under many layers. Sometimes you don't even know the reason why doesn't he just button the shirt up properly. Finger grazing at the bared skin on his chest, you turn your head away, cheeks heat up. 

The man loves seeing you squirming in his trap, and you’re not going to let him see that. Anything, but satisfying his masochist hobby. 

“You don’t like skin-ship?” The man fakes a gasp, his orb sparkles with mirth. “But you were being touchy with your friend. Why can't we be a bit touchy? ”  His tone suggestively, the tall man snickers at your blushing mess. Out of everything, why would he mention that? You give him stinky eyes, brows furrow deeply.  

“I’m not touchy with you.” You deny dreadfully. Archon, how long have you wasted your time here with this slithering serpent? 

Kaeya arms wrap tightly around you, your body moulds perfectly into his embrace. You hate how perfectly you fit into his hug like this, but you can’t deny how warm he is, despite the fact he wields cryo. 

“ When will you let me go?” Your voice starts to grow weak, dragging slightly in discomfort.  Kaeya curiously looks down, noticing your pouting. Sensing his gaze, you turn your head away but his fingers have quickly grabbed your cheek, forcing you to look at his deep blue eye.  

“Give me a kiss, then I'd let you go.” His voice serious, but what he just said is not. You look at the cryo wielder horrendously, mouth gaping. His face is composed and relax, like what he just ask is like asking about the weather, asking about your health, not for a kiss. Is he being serious? What in the world did he just ask? A kiss? Excuse me, a what? 

“You...you are not being serious.” You wriggle your way out, escaping from his fingers, but his embrace tightens, caging you inside. Damn it, Kaeya. He’s messing with you. 

When you flash him a furious look, the man shrugs nonchalantly, his cerulean lock fluttering gently in the wind. Suddenly, you have an urge to wipe off that calm demeanour. He can’t be serious. Why does he have to go all the way to annoy the shit out of you? 

The smug grin hanging on his face, the mischief in his blue eyes, the arching brows, everything about him screams a flirt, yet you feel so mesmerized. Blinking a few times, you have to constantly remind yourself this man is not trustworthy. From the attitude to the way he looks at you, to the way he acts around you. Nothing from his action is truthful. Like Diluc’s warning, you can only believe half of his word and action. 

“ Of course I’m being serious.” His voice solemn, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. If he doesn’t like you, why would he spend so much effort bothering you this much? What reaction is he expecting from you?  

“ I really like you, Y/N” Kaeya confesses cheerfully, and you can faintly hear a few gasps around. Not this again...

Archon, you’re going to die early at this rate. You just want to practice for the upcoming evaluation, not becoming a hot topic for all Mondstadt citizen to gossip about. 

And this man too, how can he easily slip out those words when you just heard him flirting with another woman the other day?  You already told him numerous times that you’re not interested in dating him, or anyone right now! 

Hung your head down in exhaustion, you tap his shoulder, mumbling quietly. “ Fine, fine.” You finally open your mouth, too exhausted and bothered by his stubbornness. He only wants a kiss, and you won’t hurt giving him one. Just a kiss then you can get back to your practice.  

“Just don’t confess your love to me in a crowd like this again.” Before closing the deal, you weakly add a bargain, nudging him.  

The calvary captain looks surprised, his eye widens little, not expecting you to agree. Normally, it takes another argument or two before you comply with his request. Kaeya timidly raises his gloved hand to your face, gently caresses your cheek. This time, you lean into his touch, nuzzling your face into his palm, eyes glimmering softly. Despite a cryo wielder, his hand is surprisingly warm. 

The man in blue curiously peeks at you, he feels like a feather tickling the itchy spot. Are you plotting an escape route? Since when did you become so obedient? He has never seen the soft fur under the spiky façade you set up to face with the world, but strangely, he likes this version of you more. 

Noticing his relaxed stance, you carefully gently wrap your fingers around his wrist while keeping eye contact with him. Kaeya eye widens, startles at your sudden touching. Trying your best to not break the unspoken connection, you bring his hand away from your cheek. In those cerulean eyes, you see a hint of disappointment, but it quickly dissolves. Slowly, you draw closer toward the hand hanging in the air, lips fluttering on the smooth skin on his wrist. 

The calvary captain instinctively moves back, trying to escape from your sudden contact. Ironic, he is the one who innates the hug and demands a kiss from you. Tightening your grip, you press your wet lips on the exposed part of his wrist dedicatedly while maintaining eye contact with him, eyes drown with submission.

Kaeya stares at you in awe, maybe not expecting the passionate look in your eyes. His azure eye fills with mischief, now replaces with confusion and hesitation. You notice how his ears have dusted with pink despite the winds blowing in the practice ground. The man avoids your eyes, flustering. 

Whispers and gasps start to remind you of the crushing reality, so you let his hand down while grinning cheekily at the cryo wielder. Poking and breaking Kaeya meticulously façade is always something you want to try. The man is a living devil, so it’s extremely unusual to see him losing his composure. 

Sneakily, you untangle his other arm wrapping around your waist, plotting an escape route. 

However, Barbatos doesn’t let you slip away that easily. Quickly regaining his composure, Kaeya snakes his hand around your hip again, tightening his hold. Unlike the first time, the sneaky bastard lifts you up and has the audacity to throw your body on his shoulder, carry you like a sack. 

“ Yah! What are you doing?” You exclaim, fluster at his sudden antic. Kicking and punching on his shoulder, you try as many as you can, but somehow, Kaeya manages to dodge all of them.   

“ You said you will let me go when I give you a kiss!” The crowd uproars, stares and gossips poke pointedly at your back. You don’t want to hear those comments from those knights again. They're not going to let this live down, aren't they? Bury your face in the Kaeya's furry collar, you let out a frustrating sigh, punching his shoulder as hard as you can. 

“ You give me a kiss on my wrist. That doesn’t count.” Kaeya nonchalantly strides away from the practice ground, unfazed by your attempt to escape. This man is a beast, how can he not budge an inch with all of your kickings on his shoulder? 

“ You didn’t specify the place. A kiss is a kiss!” You emphasize, and you can feel his shoulder shaking. Is he laughing? “You didn’t keep your promise.” Fuels by the rising anger, you kick your leg aggressively, struggling to free yourself from the iron-clad grip. This time, his strong arm wraps around your calves like a chain.  

As soon as you raise your head up, the familiar pathway hits your memories. Shit, he is heading toward the headquarter, likely to his office. You can’t let anyone in there see you in this state. Punching his back profusely, you shot back. 

“Not fulfilling the contract is breaking the Knight of Favonius's code of cond-.” Before you can finish your sentence, the man smacks your calves loudly, successfully shutting your mouth. Speechless by his sudden punishment, you let out a disbelief breath.    

“ There are no such a section states about fulfilling contract inside the code of conduct, so stop making the rule up.” Kaeya smugly grins, and you can already picture his blue eyes glinting with mischief, the signature shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

" There is, it's in section eight-" Before you can finish your sentence, Kaeya cuts in, waving his hand dismissively. 

" Section eight is about interaction with your co-worker, there is none about keeping contracts." The calvary captain humming, trying to recalling the content of the book. Speechless by the detailed memories of his, you can only close your mouth, quietly waiting for him to drop you down. If you stay still on his shoulder, will he let you go? 

" You know, not everyone reads and memories the knight of Favonius handbook, you are just unlucky that I know the book by heart." Seeing you deflate weakly on his shoulder, Kaeya lets out a chuckle, patting your head comforting.       

Before heading inside the HQ, the man doesn't drop your down but leans in closely, his whisper tickling your ear. “But at least I had fun seeing you squirming in my grasp.” 

And then it hits you, the bastard purposely falls for of your antic. 

[fandom-imagines]

A bad case of jealousy

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Jealous!Hanzo x Jealous!Reader

Words: 2k 

Warnings: Like one swear word. 

“Isn’t he incredibly handsome?” One of the new recruits whispered as three of them entered the room. “I mean even the way he dresses is handsome.”

“He really is,” another chimed in, a lovesick look gracing their features.

Y/N watched the group for a little while longer, genuine interest sparking within her as to who they were discussing.

“Hey, Genji,” she leant over to the cyborg, whispering in his ear so that nobody around the pair was able to hear her question. “Who are they talking about? Do you know?”

“I believe it to be my brother. They were swooning over him practicing his archery skills. It was quite amusing if I do say so myself.”

“Oh,”

Noticing the sudden change in behaviour of his close friend, he decided to somewhat comfort her. “I could be wrong though.”

Wordlessly, the girl nodded before standing up and leaving the room.

*

A tense feeling overcame Hanzo as the latest recruits, who he had not had the unfortune of speaking to yet, stood in the corner of the room giggling to one another as they stared at him yet again.

He had noticed them the first time they were there, inwardly rolling his eyes at their childish antics; it was almost as though they believed he did not notice their attraction to him and the way they would whisper compliments about him.

“I hear he’s single,” he caught the voice of the smallest recruit. “Maybe I should try and win his heart.”

“I heard he doesn’t get attached. Maybe I could change that?” Another said, shooting him a smile which he barely caught, attention being focused on the bow in his hand.

“No way! Surely it would be me,” the final girl spoke. “I hear he likes someone; it has to be me.”

Her final words shocked him, confused as to how somebody knew that he had taken a liking to somebody. Perhaps it was a mere rumour, or even a lie at that, but everything has some truth to it.

Too deep in his thoughts about the supposed rumour, Hanzo did not notice the girls gradually getting closer until one had their hand on him.

“Hello!” She said a little too eagerly, a bright smile on her face. “What is a man like yourself doing alone in a place like this?”

“Practicing,” came his curt response, praying that the trio would leave soon enough.

None of them seemed discouraged by his unwillingness to converse with them, however. In fact, they seemed delighted that he had even spoke to them.

“Well, do you need some help with that?” Another girl attached herself to the archer, reaching for his bow to ‘help’, but he moved it out of reach before she could touch it.

“I am quite alright, thank you.”

A look of excitement covered her face as she realised that he had said more to her than her friend, something that was an achievement to her.

As the flirting continued, Hanzo couldn’t help but notice a familiar bunch of Y/H/C-hair enter the practice zone, one he quite enjoyed seeing. However, she didn’t stay long, a shocked look filling her face at the sight of three girls clinging to him. He had never seen somebody leave so fast.

“Excuse me,” Hanzo quickly excused himself, brushing off their touch before leaving the zone in search of Y/N.

*

“Genji, have you perhaps seen Y/N recently?” Hanzo asked his younger brother as he seated himself opposite him.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “Not since this morning. Why’d you ask?”

“No reason,” and with that Hanzo excused himself yet again to continue his search for the girl.

It didn’t take him long to find her. She was seated outside, leaning against a tree with her head rested on her bent knees, seemingly deep in thought.

“Y/N,” Hanzo’s deep voice caught her attention, pulling her from said thoughts.

“Hanzo,” she greeted with a polite, and forced, smile.

Hanzo hesitated for a moment, unsure as what to say.

“Forgive me,” was all he could think of.

His words confused the girl, her head tilting in confusion. “For what?”

“You should not have witnessed the scene in the practice range. It was irresponsible of me to allow it to him.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re together or anything. You didn’t want that, and I respect that. You’re welcome to flirt and see who you wish, Hanzo. It’s quite alright.”

Hanzo almost winced at the hurt in her words, guilt filling his body knowing that he was the cause of this. Both the hurt of telling her he did not wish to date her, as well as allowing the trio to flirt with him.

“I-“ Hanzo was cut off by Y/N standing up.

“Like I said, Hanzo. You’re welcome to flirt and date who you please. You rejected me, and that’s alright. I wish you the best with which ever of the three you choose.” And with that she left.

With a guilty look at her back, Hanzo regretted ever telling her he did not wish to date her. Not only was it a complete lie, but he also lost her friendship that day, preventing awkwardness and so.

*

“Genji, I have a mission with Hanzo and only Hanzo,” Y/N sighed, resting her head on Genji’s lap which was more comfortable than one could imagine.

His hand unconsciously lifted itself to her hair, running his hand through it which was common between them.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Y/N/N. What could possibly go wrong?” He replied.

“I suppose you’re right,”

“Of course I am,”

*

The trip to where Y/N and Hanzo were to go was an awkward one. Neither of the pair spoke to each other, silently avoiding looking at the other. It was painful.

Once they checked into the hotel, there was a short walk to the room, both ready to settle in for the night; it was freezing outside, a snowstorm taking place.

“Oh,” Y/N’s voice rang throughout the room. “There’s only one bed.”

Panic overtook both of them.

“I shall take the floor, it is not bother.”

Y/N shot him a look as though he was stupid. “Hanzo, it’s freezing. You will surely freeze to death before anything. It’s fine, we can share.”

A blush covered both their cheeks at her words, one they both desperately attempted to hide.

“I’ll go get changed,”

*

Y/N silently cursed herself for bringing only shorts and a vest. Had she known a snowstorm would be taking place, she would have taken something warmer. She was already freezing.

“Are you going to be okay sleeping like that?” Hanzo asked upon seeing her sleepwear. “Not that I was looking or anything! I just worry…”

Shivering, Y/N responded. “Hopefully I don’t freeze to death. Let’s just go to bed.”

Hanzo simply nodded in agreement.

*

Neither of them knew how much time had passed, only that they couldn’t sleep. Y/N was both too cold and nervous, and Hanzo was nervous.

“Hanzo,” her use of his name caught his attention. “This is really awkward, but can you cuddle me. I’m freezing.”

Hanzo, whose eyes had widened immensely, shuffled closer to her as he wordlessly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body close to him in an attempt at providing some warmth to the freezing girl, something in which he succeeded. Within minutes the pair fell asleep, enjoying the others contact; the awkwardness of the following morning was something they hadn’t thought of.

*

Waking up tangled with Hanzo was something Y/N had imagined many times, but never had expected to happen. Eyes wide, she couldn’t apologise more.

“It is quite alright, Y/N. You most likely would have gotten sick otherwise,”

“I suppose that’s true. But I’m still sorry, that must have been uncomfortable for you.”

“Not at all,” he admitted with reddening cheeks.

*

“Welcome back guys!” Genji cheered upon the arrival of his brother and best friend. “How was the mission?”

“It was fine,” came Y/N’s awkward response, pushing past Genji with an apologetic look whilst Hanzo simply nodded in agreement.

“Did something happen?”

“It does not matter.”

*

Downing another shot, Y/N turned to her two drinking partners: McCree and Genji.

“I have decided,” she slurred. “I am going to get over Hanzo!”

“Yes you are!” An also drunk McCree cheered, patting her on the back. “What’s the plan? I’m always open to help.” He jokingly winked, stroking her hair.

“I will go flirt with the guy who has been buying me drinks all night.”

“You go girl!” Jesse cheered again as he watched his ex Blackwatch co-worker head towards another man.

“I think she may have forgotten we invited Hanzo to join us later,”

*

Hanzo, much to everyone’s surprise, did in fact join everyone at the bar an hour later. He had no plans of drinking, simply enjoying everybody’s company. But one was missing.

“Where is Y/N?” He asked, glancing towards the cyborg and cowboy who shared a nervous glance.

Both of them knew about Y/N and Hanzo’s feelings, but they also knew how Hanzo had rejected her, quite harshly at that.

“Uhm-“

It was then that Hanzo caught sight of the girl who was standing to leave with another man who had his arm around her waist, his lips on her neck as she giggled.

His two friends stared at him, searching for a reaction which they didn’t have the pleasure of seeing. Instead they witnessed him standing up, almost running towards the door which they had just left through.

“Y/N!” He called out to the girl who was about to climb into a cab. “Wait,” the desperation and determined look on his face was what made her stop in her tracks.

“What is it?” A wide-eyed Y/N asked, watching the man rush towards her.

“I must confess something,” he swallowed. “I am in love with you.”

“I’m sorry what?” She felt the mans arm drop from her waist, clearly getting angry at this strangers sudden confession.

“Look man, go find another girl to spout lovey-dovey crap too, this one is taken.” He snarled, too drunk to notice how easily he would lose a fight against Hanzo if it came to it.”

Hanzo simply brushed off his comment. “I said no out of fear of hurting you, but I seemed to do so by doing that. I never wished to hurt you, that is the last thing I would ever want to do. The truth is, I am too worried that you would not like me if you were to be in a relationship with me, it would hurt me too much to lose you.”

Frozen in shock, Y/N was unsure as to what to do, how to react.

“Hanzo I-I don’t know what to say.”

“It is okay if you do not wish to reply. I shouldn’t have said anything, I apologise sincerely.” He apologised, visibly deflated as he turned to leave.

“Hanzo wait!” The previous man was forgotten, her hand reaching to grab Hanzo’s own to prevent him from leaving.

“I love you too,”

A soft smile graced his lips as he took her hand in his own, attention solely on her.

“I am glad,”

His smile simply widened as Y/N raised a hand to his cheek, holding it in her hand as she placed a short kiss on his lips, pulling away to gaze into his eyes which held nothing but pure adoration.

“I love you, and I’ll always love you.”

[writer-akihiko]

Hey, I hope your feeling well. Can I have a request for obey me brothers x a neutral s/o which they look innocent into their but they actually badass and a savage fighter? It's okay to ignore this ask if you like.

ObeyMe!Brothers + Fighter!GN!MC

These are a little short, but I hope it was sweet enough as compensation! I put the description of the weapon next to the names, so you can have an idea of what's to come [in case anyone's uncomfortable with certain weaponry]. Asmo's part is a little suggestive, so please skip if you are uncomfortable.

Warnings: Mentions of stalkers and sudden attacks [by NPCs]. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with that.

Lucifer – Dagger

Lucifer thought he knew you, but apparently he didn't anticipate that his lover was capable of handling themselves amongst even the wildest demons

He was with Diavolo, and that's when Belphegor reported an instance of some monsters that were let loose, and he was quick to get anxious that you were at the location of the rampage

He didn't care for any instructions, he had to ensure your safety first. Diavolo allowed it, trusting Lucifer's abilities to settle the situation

It surprised the Avatar of Pride to find his lover in the midst of the battle, slashing away at the beasts. You didn't kill any, since you didn't have demonic magic but Lucifer was still astonished that you could hold them off

After the scuffle, Lucifer held you up, brushing his hands over your skin to check for any wounds. You found his visible confusion adorable, "Oh? Are you impressed?" you laughed, combing the stray hairs away from his face.

He was quick to readjust himself, giving you a tender smile only you would ever see. "Very much so, my love."

Mammon – Axe

Sure, he'd usually fool around with his goldie but he never took you seriously when you asked him to get you an axe. It was a purchase that was excused by Lucifer, to Mammon's relief. Still, he was sure that the axe wasn't just for decoration…

Mammon planned to spend the evening in your room, and he was running late since he forgot the snacks for your date night. Sounds of breaking glass only made him panic, as he thought for your safety

What he didn't expect was to see his darling with an axe in hand, looming over two pesky demons and huffing at them

The demons were perverts peeping in your room, and of course you had to settle them. The only thing now was Mammon fearing what you'd do if he misbehaved...

The demons were quickly settled with, and soon Mammon and you were wrapped in comfy blankets, cuddling with each other close. "Hey..." He started. "You won't ever use that thing on me right?"

All you could offer was a smile. "Hmm... Who knows if you behave, my Mammon?" The teasing never ended, but Mammon grew a habit of showing off your axe skills to anyone shortly after.

Leviathan – Mace

Levi and you got along for your knowledge of games, but there was also no exception to the merchandise. You were floored that Levi got you a usable replica of one of your favourite weapons form the game Dark Spirits

The usable part was only meant to be a feature, but he'd never expected you to utilise it...

Henry the Snake was misbehaving, so of course Lucifer told him to settle it. You came along, bringing your mace with you 'to defeat the labyrinth' as you said

Henry apparently had a toothache, but before he could use his magic, you kindly asked Henry to open his mouth. He didn't look, but you removed the hurting tooth using your mace

"You knew how to use that?!" He stood there, dumbfounded at how easily you

You shrugged it off. "I like the weapon in-game for a reason Levi..."

Satan – Tantou [Japanese Short Sword]

One day, he found you in the library searching for a certain book. Your peering form was simply adorable to him, so of course he accepted the offer of giving you the book you wanted, no matter how difficult

He gifted you a book on the History of Japanese Weapons, and you were occupied with the several volumes, as you both read with each other in complete peace. He'd be lying if he didn't admit he snuck a few glances of your concentrated expression

Satan was quick to feel a presence, pulling your chair close to his, but his reflexes weren't. He felt the demonic plant reach out to you, about to choke-

The plant didn't harm you in any sort, as you cut down the vine that was reaching for your neck. He was stunned, almost dropping the book in hand as he marveled at your swordsmanship

You had a look at your lover, grinning at him. "Are you impressed? It's been a while since I used my tantou…"

He was speechless, stammering at how you hid such a skill from him. He had such confidence that he knew everything about you, and yet you still proved him wrong in the most amusing way…

Asmodeus – Bow & Arrow

The teasing never stopped from your lover Asmodeus when you asked him if you could have a set of bow and arrows. It wasn't terrible teasing, but your cheeks warmed thinking about the nicknames he'd given you

He'd refer to you as his personal Cupid, praising you so for stealing his heart and his teases about being bound to you forever

You welcomed Asmo's ever public affections, even when you were practicing your archery. For a while, Asmodeus assumed you took the sport as a means of exercise, but he was quickly proven wrong

You reserved your sweet demeanour only for Asmo, so your annoyance had reached its peak when some demons won't leave alone. None of the arrows hit them, but it was close enough to their vital parts for them to feel threatened, and for Asmo to be turned on by the fierce look in your eyes

"U-Um… Are you impressed Asmo?" You hesitated, realising you showed a little of your scarier side to him. You fiddled with the bow in your hand, shuffling your feet.

He pulled you in, gently prying the bow off of you and carried you in his arm. "Oh my sweet Cupid… I'm more than impressed. I don't think I can express it in any other way than showering you in my love~"

Beelzebub – Kunai [Ninja Throwing Knife]

Beel didn't think any of it when you admitted to knowing how to fight a little. He didn't mean it in a doubting way, but he preferred to protect you by himself since he'd prefer you to be unharmed

Your adorable Beel decided it would only be suitable to help you out in the kitchen when it came to knives, even though you were baking his favourite set of cookies…

The cookies were then left to rest, as you and Beel finally had your lunch. Beel's lunch was larger than yours so you decided to check on the cookies…

You caught a cookie thief in the act, reaching for the kunai you had in your pouch, pinning the thief down. It was a wandering hungry soul, but then again, it faced the wrath of a hungry Beel with the stake of his cookies…

You pat Beel's head, as he hadn't stopped pouting since his cookies were under threat. "There there… the cookies are fine…"

His pout never went away, as he asked, "But are you okay YN? Nothing hurt?"

You could only smile at your sweet Beel, nodding as you both took the cookies for the second round of the eating date.

Belphegor – Tessen [War Fan]

It was an understatement of jealousy since Belphegor thought that the intricately decorated fan was a gift from Lord Diavolo

Since the fan could've been a hazard to those who don't know how to use it, you ushered Belphie away from the item, drawing his attention to the fluffy pillow fort you made just for your date

Belphie rested, cuddling you as close as possible, but he had secretly put up a barrier, since he felt someone watching you the entire day…

You knew of the stalker, well, more accurately some demon who dislikes you. The commotion woke Belphie up, who saw you shave off the demon's hair with the fan

"Sorry about that Belphie, are you alright?" You said, folding your fan up after scaring the demon away.

"Yeah I am…" He said, stretching out his arms to you. "Now let's cuddle…"

[lantsovsupremacist]

nikolai lantsov: maybe

this was going to be smut and it still is but i apologize i went from listening to dress to hope ur okay so it’s all over the place here with angst.

warning of some swear words? some smut (fem receiving). mentions of drinking and getting drunk. pre-sab.

at eighteen, the world was dizzying with overwhelming opportunity.

the age held the anticipation of beginning a life of your own. sure, the second army owned you even more now than before, but your night of graduation from the little palace’s grisha school still excited you. the fancy sapphire dress gifted to you by the royals reminded you of the waves glittering at night under the moonlight, an obvious nod to your role as a tide maker.

the two glasses of champagne at dinner went down like water. you turned corner after corner in your head to give chase but you could not find even the slightest buzz. with a frown, you kicked open the back door of the kitchen and quietly slipped inside.

the only source of light crept across the floor, directing you to the back. the muted colors surrounding you became brighter the further you walked. you smile expanded.

“little late to your own party aren’t we now?”

your eyes rolled around in your head before settling on the slouched body of the blonde prince, barely upright against a crate. taking quick steps to meet him in the corner, you shoved his legs aside for the extra room. the clear bottle of what you assumed from his breath to be kvas made its way into your hands.

“fuck you, nikolai. you obviously had no problem starting without me.”

a lazy and crooked smirk crept onto his face. it righted itself into a small smile as he watched you down more than a shot’s worth straight from the source. maybe it was simply because of the warmth from the booze, but he swore your knuckles chilled him as they passed over his on their mission to grasp the neck of the bottle.

you minded his touch with the suppression of a shudder. you had yet to consume enough alcohol to relax into it. instead, you examined his own outfit. whatever sophistication he had been meant to pull off was lost on his now untucked shirt and crooked tie.

the delicate knit of his brows whenever he finished laughing could never change, though. even when the prince was more commonly referred to as sobachka than nikolai and you could barely muster a change of moisture in the air, the expressions of your best friend remained steadfast. you took the constant as a comfort.

you kicked off of your heels, climbing onto the counter rather gracefully and snagging a bottle of something stronger. he stepped up to watch you and eyed your footing warily. when you opened one of the bottles and threw your head back at the smell, he knew you had found exactly what the both of you were looking for. he offered you a hand down, which you accepted gratefully.

four shots deep. that is how many it took for you to lose all sense of composure around nikolai. the golden boy in front of you—your best friend—was quite the picture with twisted curls and red cheeks.

and saints had you been pining after him for the past few years. while grisha belonged to a higher class than the commoners, you were still a soldier. he was still a prince. you both had jobs to do, roles to fill, and expectations to fulfill.

you presumed that was his threshold as well. with each glass thrown back, he had shifted closer and closer to you. his eyes trailed down your figure more times than you could count. shamelessly. while neither of you dared the waves between the two of you, the current had been pulling you to one another for years. neither denial nor acceptance.

“do you want me as badly as i want you?” he gathered any sobriety left in him and questioned you, “because as striking as you are in that dress i wouldn’t mind taking it off.”

nikolai lantsov could have been telling you one of his most elaborate lies, and it would not have mattered in the slightest. after sitting through a long night of speeches and passing through mindless congratulations, anything would seem more appealing. however, the golden boy in front of you did not require any of those excuses to be utterly intoxicating.

you could no longer be patient. he tasted like kvas and whatever you had both taken several shots of. it was shared between the two of you now, tongues intermingling in the warmth of each other’s mouths. the rush that started in your head worked into a distinct want at your core.

everything he touched turned to liquid gold, fire melting all of your fine edges to be molded by his hands. once his fingers trailed across your jaw they separated, one hand tangling in your hair and the other skating the curve of your spine. he pressed deeper into you, forcing you to nearly climb on top of him on the floor before he pulled you upright.

when you ran out of skin to attach your lips to, you brought an unsteady hand to his collar. his fingers left their place caught up in your hair and swiftly grasped your wrist before dropping it as a warning. he made an attempt to bring his hands down to the hem of his button down before you used his own ploy against him and smacked it away.

“you made me wait this long,” you breathed out, shaking with pleasure, “let me enjoy this, prince perfect.”

recognizing your admission as an action of teasing and not discomfort, he quickly replied, “we’ll have plenty of time for that later, baby.”

the sly drop of the affectionate bookend to his words did not go unnoticed. as if you were not already putty in his hands, you let him slip his hands into yours and guide them down to his waist. together, you brought his shirt over his head. his body instantly radiated heat inside of the cramped kitchen corner. following his lead, you planted his hand firmly on your shoulder, helping him push aside the sleeve of your kefta and slender strap of your gown.

“see,” his tongue glossed over your collarbones and his teeth lightly grazed your skin, “isn’t this much better?”

you stomped on his foot before throwing a look over your shoulder. eyeing the empty counter, you hopped backwards onto the surface and greedily reached out for nikolai. despite his teasing, he readily accepted your offer and closed the space you had made between the two of you. almost immediately, he made quick work of reaching behind you and undoing the back of your dress. you arched your back to aid him, cursing under your breath at just how skilled he was.

once the jeweled top was pushed down your chest and pooled around your waist, he brought a hand back to your chest. his mouth quickly followed. you gripped his shoulder, the other finding any part of his waist to claim. you felt his muscles tense and then react under your palm.

you wanted him. you wanted this. and fortunately, you had quite the reputation of getting what you wanted.

everything inside of you ached to be touched by nikolai. you felt the incessant need of developing him as a habit. as soon as the thought of the inevitable consequences of your best friend pressing your knees apart entered your head, you quickly banished it.

he was a picture. his hair had started to splay across and stick to his forehead. you pushed his curls back, locking on his eyes as blue as the seas. you trailed your hand down to trail your thumb across his lips before taking his neck to bring his lips to yours. at first, it was drawn out and warm. his tongue explored your mouth thoroughly. then, it was sparks as you quickly and greedily kissed a new part of his lips each second.

you gasped at his sudden touch under your skirt. pleasure pooled downward while his fingers fought upward. it was an explosion of anticipation in your stomach as he lowered himself to a knee, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. you steadied yourself on the top of the cabinets, the feeling of falling building in your core.

“i-,” you fought back a premature moan as you squirmed on the counter, “i think you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

he kissed up your calf, following after his fingers and responded without looking up, “i live to please.”

you shivered at the sensation of his lips on your skin. suddenly and without warning, there was so much more. you squeezed his shoulder, breaths getting more shallow with each passing second. dropping his fingers, he quickly returned to attend to the bundle of nerves with his mouth. his tongue swirled in circles, once again dizzying you.

“mhm,” you struggled to find words, “saints, nikolai.”

his name on your lips nearly drove him over the edge. he kept a hand situated on your inner thigh but greedily wrapped the other around the back of your head. you all but encouraged his haste, dropping your leg from his shoulder and hooking it around one of his. you rolled your hips into his, drawing him closer than ever before.

you studied the lines of his body with your hands, committing each muscle to memory. you indulged in the hands on activity. his hand rubbing up your leg did not help slow your heart rate, which you are entirely sure you did not want, either way. you littered his chest and stomach with marks from your lips.

“i leave next week for my service.”

your lips dropped from his neck. the absence of heat and the distinct thud of his pulse pounding in between kisses could not compare to the plummet of your heart into your stomach. suddenly, you felt the effects of the last hour’s consumption all at once.

you swallowed hard, fighting to keep down the alcohol. running your tongue quickly over your lips, you took advantage of the second it gave you to study the boy’s face in front of you. his eyes avoided yours at all costs, making it all the more difficult to read his emotions.

his lips were swollen. cheeks painted with the hues of a rosy sunset. you wanted to know what shade of blue his eyes appeared to be now, but he still would not look at you.

deciding to blame it on the inebriation, you allowed your next statement to go unfiltered, “so that’s it,” you hiccuped, “i was just going to be a way to get your mind off of that, huh?”

the impending breakdown of years of friendship turned your stomach in an unpleasant way. you muttered a curse or three under your breath as you gathered the layers of your now wrinkled skirt in your hands, moving to stand up unsteadily. the movement forced his hand off of your inner thigh. he kept his other around the curve of your waist, fingers tapping a nervous pattern. you moved to push those off, as well, but he gripped your hip bone.

“don’t,” he said easily, attempting a sultry confidence but his seduction had worn off.

a different kind of want pooled in the seas of his eyes. it was no longer desire but desperation. you were sure yours were a mirror image.

“don’t make it too hard for me to let you go,” you stumbled, “don’t leave me,” your words bubbled over drunken and quivering lips.

nikolai bit into his lip at the sight of your tears. it might have been painful but it was a superficial, barely skimming the surface kind of hurt. the sight of your eyes welling up and the unsteady rise and fall of your chest ran much deeper. he felt like a blade was slowly slicing himself in two jagged and incomplete pieces.

his breath skipped in his throat and he fumbled for his words just as much as he did your hands, “i-you,” he was not sure if it was smart to say all that he really wanted to but it was true, “come with me.”

you looked up at him, daring to hope that you could find truth in his eyes. composing yourself by clearing your throat, you ran a hand through your hair, “you know i can’t.”

he was quick with his retort, “but you’ve graduated now! i could surely convince my father of the need for such protection.”

as much as your heart drew to his, like it was made to match the opposing pole of his the magnet embedded in his own, you could not agree with him, “nikolai as much as i appreciate the offer,” you ignored the way his smile dropped for the sake of your own ability to continue, “what life would that give me? one where i rely on you to give orders so that i can be by your side?”

“i need you by my side.”

“but will you be on mine?”

maybe you did not know how to live without nikolai. you tried to stumble away from him but you barely made it a step before you started to slip. right as his hand went to steady you, you finally let the tears fall. they were wicked and raw and unforgiving.

suddenly, your head was pounding and the remaining layers of your dress seemed to suffocate you. you had nearly slept with your best friend and now, he was leaving. you fought the thoughts telling you—screaming at you—that he only did this now and not years before because he was leaving. he would not have to do damage control on your heart or the relationship once shared between the two of you.

“i’ve got to go,” you sniffed, pulling up your dress and wiping away both tears and shame from your eyes, “zoya will be worried.”

she would not be. in fact, your best friend had covered for your outings with nikolai on multiple occasions and knew to expect you late. what would really worry her—if she even possessed such capabilities of expressing this incredibly human emotion—would be the state you returned in, one you never got in after visiting nikolai.

“please,” nikolai begged, “i know that you could go anywhere. maybe at first you wouldn’t fit in but you’re the puzzle piece nobody even knows they’re missing yet,” his words gave you pause, “i know you hate being thought of as anything but your own person, of being a soldier in a royal’s world, a woman in a man’s,” he continued with a deep breath, “but i need you to complete me. please, let me live in your world.”

you wanted everything that he spoke of but his words started to fade away. your thoughts were too loud and overpowering. they demanded an audience. it was hard to get out of your own head but you could not let nikolai distract you.

“it would never work,” you sighed dismally, “we would never work.”

“let me try,” nikolai pleaded, turning your hands over in his and sounding so young despite the heavy topic.

“i can’t take you away from your service,” you disallowed with a shake of your head, “from your travels, nikolai. i know you want all of that—,”

“i want you.”

“but you don’t need me.”

“maybe that’s true,” nikolai relented with a unique fervor in his eyes, “maybe i don’t need to be in love with you but i want to.”

you had been speechless on only a few occasions. you always had words or could be sure to find some. it was something nikolai appreciated and an annoyance for zoya.

nikolai wanted to be in love with. you reminded yourself that this admission did not mean that he was, simply that he wanted to be. you wanted to be a lot of things and they had certainly not come to fruition. he was a fool for deeming it even probable—not in the world you both inhabited, the very different roles you played.

you stole a tear from his cheek with your thumb, “i need my best friend, nikolai,” you nearly choked on your words, “i need to love you in that way, understand?”

his frown deepened. you could tell he was fighting it. everything. you managed a smile because you expected him to do this. he could learn to fly with broken wings if he wanted to, if he needed to.

you took his jaw in your hands, delicately murmuring for only him to hear, “you are so good and i am so proud of you. don’t think that i will not be your fiercest protector wherever i am.”

nothing could exist forever. for this one moment, you wanted it to be. you wanted to allow him to hold you, to kiss you, to carry you. you knew he would do all of it and more. but, you could not submit him to that.

“i love you,” he breathed out with whatever air he could conjure. his forehead rested against your own and his thumbs swirled color into your cheeks.

“i love you back,” you whispered for your best friend, your pocket merlin, jack of all trades, your person.

you tried to close the door, but he had jammed his foot in it stubbornly. you could not find it in you to slam it shut on him. you could not hurt him. so, you left it cracked. you would turn the lights off but take every ray of his light that slipped through the cracks.

[sub-danny]

We met with Laszlo so I needed to ask something about it.

Laszlo forcing himself to keep together as you are in the same room and he wants to make you proud and earn is rightful prize

I added some other things into this drabble such as overstimulation and of course because you sent me the original Laszlo mummy kink request I had to include it in here as well!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: f!reader, sub!Laszlo, handjobs, overstimulation, mummy kink

When Laszlo was arguing for his court cases he was in his prime. He had gained the reputation for being one of the most likely Alienists to get people out of the death sentence or being locked up, if he chooses to take on your case. When criminals were faced with the book they would try everything to get him to take their case on. But Laszlo only chooses the cases of those he deemed needed his help, who shouldn’t be judged for their crime because they didn’t mean for it to happen or that they were in the right for committing it. Or if he found he wanted to study them and deemed them as mentally insane.

There was however another reason as to why Laszlo was always so keen in court, how he would do everything he could to help his defendant and that might be down to how his lovely wife would usually sit in on the court and watch how the trial would go down.

Throughout this trial, Laszlo’s eyes couldn’t help but continuously flicker over to where you sat, but they darted away the moment he feared you might spot him glancing over to you. You always kept your face so passive Laszlo had a hard time trying to analyze and figure out what you were thinking, and what was supposed to be one of his best skills! When he stood up and talked, arguing against what most of the prosecutors claimed about his client, he could feel all the eyes in the room look at him, he could feel their judgemental stares, he knew what they thought of him but he only cared about one opinion in that room.

He had to be a good boy for you. If he won the case today then he was a good boy. If he lost it then he would be a bad boy and you had to punish him accordingly. He needed to be a good boy for you today and he had to make you proud in order for you to reward him. But the more he thought about his potential reward tonight for winning the case, the more aroused he became. As he sat down to briefly take a break as the prosecutor pulled out some more evidence, horror dawned on him as he felt the way his slacks tightened around him, and as he looked down dread filled him as he saw the slight tent within his trousers.

Just the mere presence and thought of you was apparently all Laszlo needed to feel arousal surge within him. With his hand, he tried to push it back down but the feeling of the material being pushed against his aching cock only stimulated the pleasure for him and he had to swallow down a moan that was threatening to prise its way out of his throat.

When it was Laszlo’s turn to stand up again he hovered his weak arm over his crotch in a casual way, hoping no one would take notice of the creases now within it yet his voice sounded like it was straining and wobbling, and panic flicked through him that as you watched him, you might have caught on to what he was struggling with. He didn’t dare imagine what you might do to him if you figured out how hard he got during a court case with lots of other people surrounding the two of you.

He was fearful now with his distraction he would lose this court case, that he wouldn’t be able to pull through and yet remarkably, the defendant was excused of his crime as long as Laszlo took him into his employment. Hearing the verdict made Laszlo extremely happy knowing he wouldn’t be punished today, instead rewarded but still he needed to get home with you without you realising how turned on he was yet. This proved hard as you two rode in the calash opposite each other. He placed his hands in front of his crotch pretending to just rest them there but it wasn’t very convincing of him.

Finally, you two got home and were left within each other’s companies, anticipating what was to come next. He dared not say a word, instead his eyes lingering all over your body as you slowly stepped towards him, placing your hand upon his chest to feel the way it rose with every deep breath in. The touch was intimate and sparked warmth within Laszlo, especially when you trailed your fingers up to his beard, stroking his neck upwards and then finally placing your finger under his chin.

“You were a good boy today Laszlo weren’t you?”

He didn’t dare speak, only nod.

“You made me very proud today.”

The corners of his lips twitched up into a smile as his heart fluttered from his words. Knowing you were proud of him was one of the best feelings he could experience.

“And yet…” you trail off, letting your eyes which were staring into Laszlo’s now drop to his lips. “I couldn’t help but notice you became quite excited near the end.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, your other hand reached forward and cupped Laszlo’s slacks, palming his cock through the thin material. The sensation instantly made his hips twitch, his cock thinking before his mind could. He knew that down there he had started to leak pre-cum which was dripping onto his thighs making him grimace slightly.

“I-I’m sorry mummy,” he chocked out, though it felt like his throat was constricting from the sobs that threatened to fall from his lips, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay darling,” you tell him, giving his crotch a tighter squeeze making him hiss, “It makes me happy to know how much you enjoy my company. You won the case, you’ve earned your reward, but I’m afraid I can’t let you get away without a punishment fully.”

Finally, you pulled your hand away from him again and this time a sob truly did leave his lips as he screwed his eyes shut, upset from the sudden lack of friction and embarrassed at how submissive he had become.

Your hands moved to his shoulder and slowly you pushed him back, guiding him until his legs hit the sofa within the living room to which you forced him to collapse back onto it. The breath was knocked out of him for a moment as his back laid down upon the sofa, and while he was briefly stunned you grasped his ankle, lifting it up and putting it behind the back of the sofa while his other leg dangled off the side, ensuring that he was nicely spread open for you. Because of his age, there was a strain on his thigh muscles to keep his legs so wide open and he knew he would be sore after but he could deal with that in order to please you.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his slacks until you finally pried them open. Tugging them down slightly you watched how his cock was finally freed from its confinments. It bobbed up, slapping his chest with excitement which also caused a few beads of pre-cum to spill from the tip.

“So needy for me,” you mutter, really to yourself but Laszlo heard you and quickly moaned, “Yes” desperately trying to suppress the urge to buck his hips up into the air. Now out of its confinements he ached for friction, something to relieve him of the increasing pressure building up inside of his cock as it hardens and luckily for him you granted him relief.

Your hand wrapped around the warm skin of his cock, and slowly started to pump it, reaching all the way down to his ball sack before pulling your hand up to his tip, to brush your thumb along the tip and side more pre-cum down him to make your movements easier. You could feel the way he started to pulse in your hand, the veins which trailed down his cock pushing against the thin skin.

More moans found their way out of Laszlo’s throat as his face scrunched up from pleasure. His jaw became slack as his mind was flooded in a lustful cloud, all other thoughts and worries leaving his mind. Soon his hips started to move on their own, thrusting his cock into your hand as you pumped him, desperate for more speed. Though his leg was being held behind the sofa it began to shake as he felt his pleasure mounting within him, making him sweat. A few curses in German left his throat as he groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa. His back arched as his balls finally constricted and with one loud groan he finally came all over your hands, rods of cum squirting out of him and landing upon his new, expensive suit. He doesn’t seem to mind at the moment though as all he could do was lie back and let his hips twitch in your hand as the last few squirts of cum stream down his tip and onto your hand.

To his horror, however, you don’t stop moving your hand.

When the last of his pleasure haze left him, the sudden pain of overstimulation strikes him, causing his whole body to suddenly tense up. His head shot up to stare at you wide-eyed, mouth slack in surprise as you pumped his now soft cock. A whimper tears from his throat as his eyes swarm with tears at the stinging pain as you continued to move your hand quickly up and down his shaft, faster now than before.

“Y/n, please, it hurts” he finally is able to cry out, his chest heaving from the deep breaths he is having to take to dull the pain in his cock. His thighs twitched again as more pleas leave his lips, desperately looking at you, but you just shook your head, delivering a devilish smirk to him.

“You were the one who became so excited at just the meet thought of your reward, I am simply giving you the pleasure you craved.”

He opened his mouth again to argue against you but you cut him off, “There’s no use speaking Laszlo, for I won’t let you go until I have milked you dry, until you are too fucked out to even think anymore, only thrust your hips like a good little boy.”

Laszlo cried out at your words realising just how far you were going to push him. It was too much for a man of his age, he wasn’t young he couldn’t keep cumming. And yet though he shook his head and continue you plead with you, you both could feel how his cock started to become hard in your hand again.

He bit his lip harshly and threw his head back as the pain of the overstimulation lead to pleasure for him again. His throat wanted to cry out from the pleasure but his embarrassment from how good he was feeling tried to prevent it. However, all it took was for you to brush your thumb over his sensitive tip, and press down on it and his whole body was thrashing as he cried out. Almost as quickly as last time, he was brought to the edge of his climax. You take his cock a slight tug and that was all it took for him to lose it again, his cock twitching within his palm as his hips violently twitched forward. Though it was less than last time his cock still pumped out more streams of cum all over you and him but his mind was so swarmed in an even intenser pleasure than from his last orgasm he didn’t even notice.

His whole body was shaking for at least three minutes as finally tears started to flow from his eyes from the intensity of the climax. He wasn’t even aware now of the pitiful gasps and moans that left his lips. All he was aware of was how your hand was still moving on his cock and how much it hurt and pleasured him.