#that said if i'm slow as all get out at answering some things i apologise

[wpureimagination]

*trips over the sheer amount of askbox things I've been getting lately* don't get me wrong y'all, I love it!!! it's my favourite thing to do with this character and kind of a big reason i even have this blog. Exploring Willy through asks is so fun!! i'm just...shocked..!

[nepenthendline]

take my hand - neuvillette x reader

a/n: just some sappy soft slow dancing with neuvillette, implied fem reader, hydro dragon being adorable and teaching you to dance

I might do a part 2 for this!

In the last few months, you've tended to find yourself in events like this: the yearly grand ball held for Hydro Archon's birthday. In true Furina style, she goes all out each year, hosting the most magnificent, yet, overwhelming, events with every important figure and name in Fontaine.

Being assistant to the Iudex alone wouldn't normally get you an invite to such event (unless Furina is running low on numbers), but as partner of Neuvillette himself, and a close friend to Furina because of said partnership, you're considered a 'must-have' at these parties.

It's easy to feel like a face in the crowd, a nobody, at these events when you're surrounded by wealthy stuck-up diplomats or CEOs wearing only the most expensive designer gowns and suits, or how you have no idea what they're talking about half the time. The hall is loud, crowded, and slightly too shiny for your liking, but you have to stay until the night is over.

There is one thing keeping you here, though: the presence of Neuvillette. You stand at the edge of the hall, glass in hand of whatever fruity drink the bulters are serving, eyes locked on the Chief Justice as he weaves through the crowd to engage in pleasantries with the guests. Whilst you wish he could stay by your side all night, you understand he has duties to fulfil, and getting to watch his tall figure, dressed to the nines, dart around is compensation enough. Picking Neuvillette out from the crowd is never hard - he doesn't exactly blend in with everyone else with his long, icy hair and that blue glow of his, not to mention the sheer weight of his authority.

Your smile grows into a grin as you notice his steps being directed towards you. You have to hold back a giggle as you watch the guests in front of him, that are blocking his path to you, profusely apologise and move aside, not wanting to get on the wrong side of the Iudex.

'I apologise for having to leave your side for this long, you know how Furina acts when it comes to these events,' he says before cupping your cheek with his gloved hand and kissing your head, 'but I'm all yours for the rest of the night'.

'It's ok, it's your job, and besides, I don't mind watching you,' you shrug off his concerns and retort in a teasing manner. His raises one eyebrow at you before letting out a deep, quiet chuckle.

'I see, well I hope I put on a good show for you my dear,' you nod and giggle at his remark, 'even so, these sorts of things aren't exactly my cup of tea either. I prefer to observe humans...from a distance,' he adds, which you know is his polite way of saying he can't stand having to engage in small talk with so many enthusiastic people at once. 'What do you have to drink?' He asks, looking down to your glass of brightly coloured bubbly liquid, whilst brushing his knuckles over your arm as a form of comforting affection. You look into your, still mostly full, glass and wrinkle your nose slightly.

'Couldn't tell you, but you certainly wouldn't like it,' you answer, placing the glass on the tall table next to you. His mouth opens, ready to say something, when the band changes to a new song - one that is slower and gentler than before. It's one you recognised since Neuvillette played it in his office from time to time. Your thoughts are broken when he holds his hand out to you and speaks,

'Would you like to dance?' He asks, almost hesitantly, with his lips curled into a sweet smile. Your hand reaches for his but stops halfway as you look between him and the dozens of dancing couples behind you.

'I don't know how to dance...like that,' you shyly admit, gesturing to the elegantly swaying guests behind him with your head. His smile grows sweeter as his lifts his hand to reach where yours hovered, taking it in his light grasp and pressing a kiss to your knuckles,

'Then let me guide you, my love,' he walks towards the dancefloor with you in tow, finding a less crowded spot before turning to face you once again. Looking around you, you could see how all the other women were situated - one hand on their dance-partners shoulder and the other clasped with theirs. You looked back at Neuvillette and moved your own hands to match. He gave you a small nod before putting his free hand around your waist and pulling you closer. 'Good, that's correct,' he praises, 'I will lead, and you can follow my steps. Let me count for us to make it easier. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3,' he continues counting in a hushed tone as he moves slowly - first taking a step forward, then to the side, and then back. You kept your eyes focused on the floor and what you could see of your feet under your ball gown. Luckily, the steps were slow enough that you could react, taking your own steps to follow him in turn.

'Ah,' he interrupts his conducting before taking the hand from your waist away and placing a finger under your chin, gently lifting your head until your eyes were locked with his, 'keep your eyes on mine,' he directed, but the words and the intensity of his gaze made you want to bow your head immediately again. He let out a huff of a chuckle, returning his hand to your waist and pulling you closer, closing any gap between you two so you couldn't look at the floor. With this move, you had no choice but to keep your focus on his eyes. Even despite being together for a few months now, holding eye contact like this still made you nervous - you felt like a lovestruck teenager put on a spotlight against his gaze. Your cheeks grew warmer, and you couldn't help the bashful look on your face.

'I'm not used to this,' you whined, 'go easy on me,' although your tone suggested you didn't mean any worry.

'That is true, although having you look at me is for more selfish desires, I must admit.' He confessed. If anyone else said such a phrase, you would believe they were teasing, and yet his words felt so pure.

Maybe it was the reflection of the many chandeliers or the glittery dresses around you, but his eyes seemed to shine more than usual. You often liked to admire Neuvillette's features, but more so when he was unaware of your lingering glances (or so you thought). His featured looked so soft, so ethereal in the glistening light - your eyes roamed his face, and occasionally, the scenery around you. However, his never left yours once. Neuvillette is known for his status and commanding authority, and yet, right now, he had never looked so gentle.

The hand on his shoulder moved further in, brushing against the hair near his neck. You only realised he had stopped counting a while ago when he let out a quiet, satisfied hum.

'Seems you're a natural,' he commented, making your cheeks flush even hotter.

'Oh,' your head falls to look at his chest instead in embarrassment, 'I don't know about that. Maybe you're just a good teacher,' you return.

'Perhaps,' he says, although it doesn't sound like a genuine consideration at all. You shake your head gently, as if trying to wash away your discomposure, then returned your eyes to his waiting pair.

Despite your worries, you couldn't help but feel yourself sink into his hold and let go a little further whilst looking at him - it was like you were the only two in the room right now; you could barely even concentrate on the music. You let out a deep breath and smiled at him, and he smiled back, smitten.

He leaned down slightly and shortened his steps so that he could rest his forehead against yours. Your noses occasionally brushed against each other as you swayed in tandem.

'I like this,' you murmured, as if it was some guilty pleasure. The curve of his lips grew wider as he nodded slightly,

'I like this too.'

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Complicated

Eddie's Version. Part two 💕💕

Will be breaking this up into two parts, purely because I love the drama and wanna make Eddie suffer a lil bit ;)

Warnings: Angst, Eddie is painfully slow at realising his feelings. Wayne makes an appearance. Jealousy.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Eddie felt like an idiot. He couldnt believe the stupid shit he said to you. Him and Chrissy had gotten into another fight because he's been so fucking pissed off.

Pissed off at himself for what he said to you.

He doesn't understand what's wrong with him? Ever since he saw you with Steve, picturing you sleeping with him it's like there's some fucking monster inside of him.

"What does it matter to you who she sleeps with Eddie?" Chrissy had asked him after he had told her about your fight.

There was no answer he could come up with, Dustin told him point blank that he was a total douchebag.

"Dude, you do realise that you sound jealous right?" the little butthead told him like it was so obvious.

There was no way he was jealous. He was with Chrissy. He proclaimed that he wasn't and Dustin just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Eddie, Steve told me what happened. It's like you've deemed him a threat because he's been with yn and you hate it"

Once again Eddie had no reply for that and decided to throw himself into apologising to you.

The next day he's at your door, nervous and kicking himself for being a douchebag. What if you didn't forgive him? You had evert right to tell him to fuck off.

Eddie hated the thought of you not being in his life, he adored you and needed to show you how much you meant to him.

You were beautiful to him, he hated that he made you feel so low, what the hell was he thinking? (He wasn't that was the point)

You open the door and look like you want to slam it in his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I was a dickhead and I understand if you don't want to talk to me but I just had to tell you that"

The anger subsides from your features and you soften just a fraction.

"What you said really hurt" he swallows and you let him inside.

"I don't have any excuse princess. Just that I'm so very sorry, you're beautiful, the sweetest person I've ever met and I hate myself for hurting you"

He's barely slept and he's so tired but he had to see you.

"Just no more stupid shit Eddie please. I'm confused enough about this stuff with Steve as it is" he ignores the twinge in his chest at this.

"Do you like him?" he asks quietly and you sigh.

"He's my friend Eddie, hes a great guy. There's this spark between us but it's just physical because he still loves Nancy and I love... You freeze and trail off.

"You're in love with someone?" It's like his stomach bottoms out as he hears this and he fights to keep his tone casual.

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't feel the same way" You blurt out and frowns.

"Well then he's an idiot" he tells you gently and you look away flustered, the tension in the room ratcheting up.

"I'm making pizza. Wanna join me?" you ask and he jumps at the offer. Anything to get away from these thoughts racing through his mind.

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You wish you hadn't come to this stupid party, Eddie was still acting a little weird and you had no idea what was going on in his head. Things were better than they were but still nowhere near what you two were usually like.

Yeah he had apologised profusely for what he said but what the hell was his deal with Steve in the first place? You were not here for it and wouldn't hesitate in calling him out.

Speaking of Steve you wish he was here. At least you would have someone to talk to, Chrissy had Eddie attached to her and you could barely get near him.

When you did see him for a few seconds here and there conversation was stilted.

To your delight Steve and Robin do show up to the party and that helps you relax.

"Who the fuck thought having a party in the woods was a good idea? After all the shit thats happened here?" Steve asks unamused.

You grin agreeing with him and hand out beers for him and Robin.

The sparks between you two were still there but he was right, he was still hung up on Nancy and you were hung up on Eddie.

If it happened again then it was strictly physical and nothing more.

Eddie meets your gaze and downs his drink, his eyes trailing over to Steve then you, he grabs another beer and stalks off and you groan.

What was his problem now? You attempt to follow him and get about half way there when you see Chrissy already by his side and tucked under his arm.

It feels like you've been sucker punched in the gut and you turn away. Unfortunately, Jason Carver is right beside you.

Fuck, you should have went home when you had the chance. He's drunk as hell and way too close to you for comfort.

"God it makes me sick watching Chrissy with that freak" He's unsteady on his feet and you cringe as you smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Don't call him that" you snap at him in no mood for his pity party and him being a shit about Eddie.

"Don't know why you aren't more upset though. Aren't you like in love with Munson or something?" this stops you in your tracks and you stare at Jason. How does he know that?

"I don't... I'm not" Jason cuts off your response and snorts.

"Babe come on? It's obvious. He's hardly going to look your way when he has Chrissy is he?" the way he says this so casually and cruel, it hurts like a bitch.

"Gee thanks" he misses your sarcastic tone and moves closer to you. He's so close you can barely move away. What the fuck?

"Hey, maybe we should hook up. That would show them" You gape at him and move away.

"No fucking way" your reaction causes you to sneer at him and he snorts at you.

"Whatever, doesn't stop the fact that you're never going to be Munson's type and you know it"

Jason walks away but the words linger in your mind, you hurry away having enough of this party.

Steve is at your side straight away, he notices your tears and nods over to Robin.

"What's wrong?" you shake your head and wipe the tears away.

"Nothing, just Jason being a dick" Robin joins you and Steve.

"Yeah, I'm thinking a movie night sounds good about now don't you?" she suggests and you nod in relief.

"Sounds perfect"

Before you leave Eddie jogs up to you looking concerned.

"What's wrong? You're leaving already?" he stiffens as he notices your tears and gently wipes them away. The gesture is sweet and it makes your skin tingle.

"Fine, I'm fine. Just Jason being his usual self. Gonna call it a night" he looks disappointed but nods.

"Kay, I'll come see you tomorrow?" you nod and walk, away, chancing a look back at Eddie who watching you go.

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Eddie finds himself driving to your house after the party, he doesn't know if your parents are home so he decided to do his usual routine of greeting you at your bedroom window.

It takes a minute for him to climb up onto the roof. He's about to knock when he hears you giggle and moan.

"Steve"

His blood runs cold and he scrambles away from your window. He nearly falls on his ass as he gets down and ends up kicking over your trashcan.

"Shit" he swears and makes attempts to make a hasty exit but you must have heard him because a minute later your at the door.

"Eddie?" you stand at the doorway in a hastily thrown on robe and his stomach sinks at the sight.

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"Are you okay? After earlier?" you ask him concerned and motion him to come in.

He does, his eyes linger on Steve's jacket and his jaw tightens.

"Steve's here" he comments and you can't figure out his tone.

"Yeah, we're friends. What is your problem with him right now? You've been getting on great the last few months"

He stubbornly looks away.

"Friends who've sleep together" he murmurs and you grow impatient.

"Why are you so fixated on that? Do you want the details? How many times he's made me fucking come? How good it feels" you snap.

It's like he comes undone at that point. His expression darkens, his eyes almost black and your body reacts to the sight, it's hot and you're pissed at yourself for thinking this because you're furious with Eddie.

"You know what? Fuck you Eddie. Come back and see me when you have a better attitude" you walk away from him and he gently grabs your arm.

"What?!'' he gazes at your for a second, his eyes trail down to your lips and you freeze.

The air is heavy with tension and he licks his lips, eyes flicking back to your gaze.

He comes to and backs away then he's out the door leaving you in shock. You make your way back upstairs and find Steve at the top of the stairs shaking his head.

"I don't know what his deal is" You reply helplessly and Steve softens.

"He does. He just wont admit it sweetheart. Come on, let's watch a film yeah? Not really in the mood anymore" You agree and follow Steve downstairs.

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Eddie slams the door to his bedroom shut, his heart is racing and all he can think is what you said about Steve.

Images of you with him race through his mind and he the pain in his heart triples at the thought of you and Steve together.

Steve making you come over and over again, those moans, you writhing under Steve and saying his name. He can't stand the thought of you with Steve.

He lets out a yell of annoyance and slumps on the bed. What the hell was wrong with him. He hated this.

Uncle Wayne comes into his room and sighs, looking to the door then Eddie.

"Thought you were out tonight boy? You have another fight with Chrissy?" he nods his head and Wayne sits beside him.

"You ever wonder if she's really the girl for you?" he stares at his uncle. Really thinks on the question and struggles to answer.

He hadn't been happy for a while now.

"I don't know anymore. Things have been tense for a long time and then there's yn"

Wayne knows something is going on with you and Eddie right now but he isn't privy to all the details. Naturally he's curious because the two of you are very close.

"What's happening with you two. You not hanging out tonight" Eddie slumps back on the bed and shakes his head.

"She's with Steve" he scowls and Wayne raises his eyebrow.

"Harrington? Those two are together now?" Eddie nods tightly.

"More casual. Of course she would want someone like Steve. He's rich and goodlooking, all the chicks dig him. I get it but I still think of her with him and I don't like it, I've said stupid shit" he swears.

Wayne smiles and realises what's up with his nephew.

"Give yourself a break son. We all do stupid shit when we're in love" he pats Eddie's arm and Eddie jolts up staring after his uncle.

Wayne thought he was in love with you but that was totally fucking impossible right?

Fuck.

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[pureblisswrites]

A guide to getting kidnapped and escaping 101

Chapter 1: The Schrödinger's Kat

Prologue

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in closer towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat."

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

Pairing: afab! Psychologist! Reader x Bang Chan

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, slow burn, comedy (an attempt was made)

Summary: You are a fairly renowned psychologist and therapist but definitely not renowned enough to be getting kidnapped in the middle of the night. Is it one of your past patients with a criminal record? You don't know what the kidnapper wants but now you finally find out.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

"Going somewhere doc?"

"Um no?" You try to lie. It was like your brain had turned into mush now that you were face to face with this scary unknown man.

He sighed deeply at your poor attempt at lying. "Please follow me." He said to you politely and started going into the direction you had come from. He didn't even turn once to see if you were following or not. You could try to run away but you doubted it would be useful in any way. So your best bet for now was to follow him. You saw as he removed his blood stained gloves swiftly and just dropped them on a table in the hallway, seemingly not bothered at all by the fact that he was staining the table in the process too. After many turns and taking a fucking lift to the 3rd floor, you finally reached the apparent destination as he opened a door and stepped to the side. "After you." He bowed lightly.

You stepped in to see the huge room. From the walls to the furniture, everything was the darkest shade of black. It had a huge glass window through which you could see the view of the city. The room was designed like an office of a rich ceo or something. A black table in the middle. With chairs on both sides. And a bookcase on the wall parallel to the window. It definitely did not have the kind of books you'd read because you could see a thick file with the word 'contracts' stamped on it with red. Another one was labeled as '0325 blueprints' with a black sharpie in messy handwriting.

That was all your eyes could take in before he cleared his throat and gestured for you to sit on a chair and took a seat behind the desk. "I apologise for staining your shirt. I'll have your clothes delivered to you soon." He said while folding his jacket's sleeves till his elbows. And oh his hands are very veiny for some reason.

"Uh... my clothes?" You ask in perplexity. Talking about clothes though, you notice he's wearing a black jacket with a red rose on it over his plain black shirt. You are just grateful his clothes aren't splashed with blood now.

"Oh right. I'm sure you would have many questions." No shit sherlock. "Please ask away whatever you want. I'll try my best to answer as long as the questions are appropriate." Appropriate? What did he think you were gonna question him about? His love life? Egoistical bastard. You wanted to roll your eyes but you would rather not test him for now.

"So... who are you?" The most important question. And the first one you asked your clients, although you had their information files with you. Oh how you wished you could have his information file.

"You can call me Chris." He answered with a slight and what you could only call proud smile. Did this guy really think he gave you a good answer? This was not some introductions meeting, you wanted to know what he did. Guess you'll have to be straight forward with him. Afterall he did say you could ask anything.

"What... work do you do?" You make sure to not say anything he might find offensive. Because you should be worrying about such a thing after seeing him literally splattered with blood.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. It's... confidential, let's just say." Yeah you kind of knew he wouldn't tell you about him possibly committing murders just yet.

"Fine. Why am I here?"

"To cure me." He says while fidgeting with the two silver chain bracelets he's wearing on his wrists.

"Of what?" You question with furrowed brows.

"Uh I- I think I might be, and I don't know for sure of course, um going crazy." He mumbled nervously, a contradiction from the way he appeared in front of his men.

Now that interested you. Okay so maybe you were writing a potentially illegal research paper on criminals and their psychology but you couldn't agree to this, right? You did have access to talk to a handful of criminals but always under the surveillance of a camera with guards there. You couldn't ask the questions you wanted to. Not without raising suspicions about if you, yourself were a bit crazy. Plus he didn't look too threatening now that he wasn't covered in blood. And what will he even get out of hurting or murdering you? Atleast he wasn't one of the psychopaths whom you had reported to be sent in an asylum and he screamed "I'll kill you one day" and a bunch of other stuff you didn't wish to remember again as he was dragged away by the guards. And it wasn't like this man was hard to look at. Yes pretty privilege and the halo effect were very much really. You were a mere human afterall.

"That still doesn't explain why I'm here." You knew exactly why you were here by now but hearing what he had to say wouldn't hurt.

"Aren't you a doctor specifically for that?" He asked as if you were dumb. Maybe he was thinking you were stupid. Which is great. You don't want him thinking or rather, knowing that you're too smart, too soon.

"So... you need help?" You ask as if you are still confused.

"Whatever way you wanna put it I guess." So he couldn't even accept the fact that he needed help yet. Great.

"And you couldn't come to the hospital I work at like a normal person for that?"

"What do you think?" He raises an eyebrow and you have to accept he looks ridiculously attractive while doing so. Get it together, you scold yourself. "Look I can't tell you what it is that I do. But I think you're smart enough to know it's not something that allows me to just walk into government owned institutions." Oh you knew.

"I don't see how that's my problem? You couldn't find a private therapist or something?" Now this is something you hadn't actually figured out yet. Surely just hiring a private psychologist would be lot easier than whatever he was doing.

"Unfortunately for you and fortuantely for me, I don't settle for anything less than the best. And no private people were as qualified as you." Oh?

"How do you even know that?" You ask, now in actual confusion.

"A friend of mine attended your seminar on psychodynamic theory last year and he was thoroughly impressed by you. He was actually the one who reccomended you." Okay what the fuck? Only top detectives and goverment officers were allowed to attend that event as you had to go through some truly disturbing and stomach churning cases to explain your points. How did he even have friends there?

"How lucky for me." You remark sarcastically.

"I know this might be a difficult situation for you to adjust to and I'm deeply sorry for that. But please understand that there was no other way." He explains while brushing his dark hair out of his face.

"Oh sure, as if you couldn't just, I don't know drop by my home for a few sessions? Why do I have to be held captive to help you!?" Now you have to put your 2 years of being in drama club in high school to good use. You have to let him think you are just so distressed by this situation, as any normal person would be.

"What? No, no. You're not 'held captive' as you put it. I just needed to get you under my protection if I wanted to do this." Just as you think this man can't surprise you anymore, he says something that makes no sense in the image you are trying to put together of him.

"Why?"

"You don't think I've got people who are just dying to know my secrets that no one else does and the ones you'll get to know soon enough? They can kidnap you and not with the intention of getting... 'help', but with the intention of hurting you, unlike me. And I can't let that happen just because I'm an idiot who thinks there's something wrong with me." As soon as you heard the sentence "that no else does and the ones you'll get to know" your brain was overflowing with serotonin. In a world where everything was already discovered and no one kept secrets from you anymore, this sounded like the best reward you could get after hearing people's mediocre stories about their trust issues because that one boy broke their heart in 5th grade.

"'Think'? I haven't even talked to you that much yet and I already know there's a lot wrong with you. You don't think you can just murder people or do whatever it is that you do and live with a healthy conscience do you?" The fact that he "thought" there was something wrong with him was laughable at the best and downright sad at the worst.

He sighed again. "Right. But I want you to know that I'm not gonna force you to do this. If you don't want to do this, you're free to go. I mean you'll definitely need atleast a month of protection by my men because I know the news of you being here would've already reached to my... rivals, let's just put it that way."

"That reminds me, care to tell me how long have I been here for?"

He looks at his expensive looking watch before answering. "Somewhere between 20 to 22 hours." So it hadn't even been a day yet and his 'rivals' already knew about you being here? Just who was this man? He was like a messily wrapped present flowing wtih intrigue and enigma. So there was only one right answer at this point right?

"Kat and Nemo." You say, finally telling him the decision you made a while ago.

"Huh?"

"My pets. Get them here as soon as you can. They haven't eaten all day today, Oh my God."

"So- wait- does- does that mean you're doing this?" He asks in disbelief.

"No I just want to leave my pets here." You roll your eyes. "Of course, are you really that dense? And while you're at it, get my phone and laptop too." You could finally talk to him freely now that he had said he wouldn't hurt you... you think.

"Oh sorry I just still can't believe you agreed and-" he says incredulously.

"I'm sure we can talk later after you get my pets here." You get up to go to whatever room it was you were in.

"Where are you going?" He questions, standing up too.

"Back to that dungeon." You turn back to look at him.

"It's not a dungeon okay. If you don't like it, you can have another room." He stands right in front you.

"Fine then let me stay in your room." Yes he was hot but that wasn't the reason okay. Atleast not the only one. Maybe you would be able to study him more if you spent more time with him. For research, of course.

"What?" He asked dumbfoundedly. You were sure if he was drinking something right now, he would've choked.

"You heard me."

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He sighed again before his eyes went dark and he leaned in very close towards you. "I should warn you beforehand though, curiosity killed the cat." He whispers to you. So afterall he wasn't as dumb to not figure out your motivations yet. Yeah you didn't really do good in the drama club anyways.

"And satisfaction brought it back." You reply.

"Unfortunately nothing that is killed ever comes back to life." He says as if he's experienced it himself.

"Schrödinger's cat." You reply and watch his brows furrow. Of course he wouldn't know what that means.

"What does that mean?" He squints his eyes.

"Maybe I'll tell you some day." You shrug.

He rolls his eyes at that. "I'll send the contract to your room. Read it before signing." Wow so now you'll have to sign a contract? As if things couldn't get any more weird.

You were willing to do anything to unwrap the messily wrapped present that 'Chris' was. And maybe that was the first mistake you made before making many others that will lead you somwhere you couldn't even imagine yet.

A/N: look who posted finally after a whole month. I'm sorry for being late lol.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Tags: @scuzmunkie @obeythemasters

[fanartist666]

Whiskey and Lead

Joseph 'Bear' Graves x Original Female Character fanfic TAGS/WARNINGS: Hurt/comfort, fix it, slow burn, angst, mentions of: PTSD, child death, canon character death, serious injury, poor mental health, divorce/separation MDNI Summary: Joe Graves is told by his wife, Lena, that maybe it's time to see other people. The biggest problem with that was the when and where, given that Joe's surrogate father figure, mentor and previous team leader, Richard Taggart, had just died, and Lena had said this at his wake. Just before things get too much, an unlikely friend of Rip's knocks him from his trance.

Part 1 wordcount: 1.6k | Part 2: will go here

A/N: just a fun little part one set up, when I started this I hadn't written anything for like two weeks, so I do apologise if this sucks lol, trying to understand writing Joe is a challenge but I like him - also if you like this version of Anubis and want more of her and also like Game of Thrones, I have a long fic called 'A Court of Dragons and Lions' on A03 where she's married to Tywin Lannister bc I'm a sucker for Charles Dance lol, anyway enjoy! Sorry for any typos too I tried but I could still have missed some

Joe’s chest heaved with rage, despair and hurt, all his emotions swirling without a way out on top of the grief he was battling through. Hadn’t he tried hard enough? Tried in enough ways? Love languages, he’d learned what they were and what they meant and fucking tried to show Lena he loved her in all of them.

“Or maybe see other people.”

Lena told him that, then of all times? At Rip’s- At Rip’s fucking funeral? Lena couldn’t have come to him with that at any other point? They were already living apart, wasn’t that enough? Apparently not.

He felt it all swell up inside him as Lena walked away and he stared, talking to this fucked up apparition of Rip telling him it was only there because he wanted it there. It was all too much, Rip had been murdered, and died alone after everything he said on that video and everything fucking else and now he was seeing shit and Joe felt like he was going to explode- suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and turned around to see who had tapped him.

He didn’t know the woman before him, but he recognised the concern in her eyes and the posture of a soldier when he saw it. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn’t tell what she was saying.

“What’d you say?” He asked sharply, desperately shaking his head.

“I said ‘are you okay’, but I think you’ve just answered that for me.” She repeated, and somewhere in his head, Graves registered that her accent was British. “You wanna come for a walk with me?”

The woman jerked her thumb in the direction of an exit, and Joe nodded before following her dumbly. Walking helped. His blue eyes scanned his surroundings but didn’t really take anything in, to be honest, he couldn’t even remember what the woman he was walking with looked like. He could focus on her voice, though. She was well-spoken, with a sweet-sounding voice, slightly roughened by what he assumed was tobacco.

“So, you want to tell me about what’s going on?” She asked, her tone not too gentle and not too commanding, perfectly disarming. Although he couldn’t tell if that was just because he really did need to talk about it. But something stopped him. It needed to come out, but she was a stranger. He couldn’t just unload that.

In the end, Joe shook his head. “No, no you don’t need to hear that.”

“Come on now, I know a C.O. when I see one.” She nudged him in the arm gently with her elbow, and he couldn’t not smile a little and raise his hands in surrender.

“Yeah, I guess you got me there.” He chuckled softly, vision expanding from mere tunnels.

“Alright then, tell me about that instead, there’s a good lad.” Joe’s attention was slowly turning to her words.

“Okay...” he had to shrug off the flush rising in his face at how easily he’d obeyed her order, however gentle. He didn’t want to admit how much ‘there’s a good lad’ had encouraged him, either. “my name’s Joseph Graves, n’ I’m a senior chief Navy SEAL. I’ve got my team that I inherited from Rip when he got out. That’s Buddha, Fishbait, Caulder, Chase... Buck, until a little bit ago.” He felt his voice catch on Buck’s name.

“So you’re the famous Bear, eh? Good on you, Rip spoke very highly of you.” The woman said, and the warm reception to his introduction made him perk up a little. “And I was sorry to hear about Buckley. He was a good man.”

“He did?” Joe looked down at his shoes. “Yeah. Buck was the best of us. I miss him.”

“Oh god yeah, Rip loved the shit out of you. All of you guys, but he spoke about you most.” The woman told him, and he craned his neck to look at her curiously, finally taking in her features. She was pretty, by all accounts. Warm brown skin like caramel, inky black hair and startling scarlet eyes behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. She was dressed relatively normally in a green t-shirt and black jeans. The cool of the night air didn’t seem to affect her, and he could see that she was decently muscled.

“You knew him well? How come I never met you before?” Joe asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Could be any reason, knowing Rip. And with our schedules in special forces, things can be hectic.” She shrugged softly. “Would’ve liked to meet you under nicer circumstances. I’m Anubis Demonium, by the way. Teammates liked to call me Jackal, which is exceedingly clever, and the story stupidly embarrassing, drill me for details after a few pints. Rip and I go way back. Or I suppose we did, hey?” she huffed a bitter laugh. Joe was sensing a rusty command on her, just as she’d identified on him like a hound after a rabbit. “I met Rip on a co-op, SAS and SEAL. We wanted the same target, our governments wanted to get along, it’s a long story I could be put in prison for telling you.” Anubis waved a hand impatiently as they walked along together. Bear finally registered then, as she was explaining the story, just how tall she was, because there wasn’t that much difference between the two of them, she must have been six feet, easily.

“Rip was on his last mission before becoming team leader himself and I was already a Captain of my own squad. I remember him telling me about the guys he had lined up while we had downtime. He was my buddy on that trip, his own leader told him to take note from the two of us. We got to know each other, and he kept me filled in on you guys. He was proud of you, especially. In a way I was proud of you all too. Silly to admit, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t call it silly,” Joe huffed a laugh through his nose. “He always had my back, didn’t he? I’m glad to have made him proud.. he didn’t deserve to go out the way he did.”

“Nobody does.. He was a good friend to me, I can imagine he was a good leader to you guys. Everything that happened to him was an injustice.” Anubis said softly as they walked along the street.

“Yeah, he was.” Joe hesitated. “Thank you, for... Uh, walkin’ with me. There’s a lot goin’ on and it’s helped more than you’d think.”

“S’alright. Leaders have it hard, you know?” Joe raised a brow at her, and she elaborated. “Think about it, if you’re in a team, you talk to the leader about what’s troubling you. Who does the leader talk to? Can’t talk to the team, they’ll think you’re weak. Can’t talk to your civilian friends and partners, what if they think differently of you for what you do? If we’re lucky, our own mentors are still breathing, and we can talk to them. And lucky is putting it lightly.”

Joe was floored. He stared at Anubis in disbelief; it was as though she had taken all his thoughts, his fears, his loneliness as a team leader, and put them out in the air. He could hardly find the words to agree with her, just nodding dumbly at her instead.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered after a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. I appreciate it.”

“It really is no problem, I was in the same position as you not so long ago. After today if you ever want to talk to someone who... You know, gets it like you, or you want to go for a drink, give me a ring.” She put a scrap of paper with a number scrawled on it into his slowly relaxing hand.

“Thank you... I’ll try not to darken your door too often.” Joe chuckled, pocketing the paper.

“Nonsense,” Anubis snorted, waving a hand. “I’d be glad for the company too. I’m retired now, none of the action anymore.” She explained, correcting her expression into a smile.

“Retired? How come?” Joe asked, hardly watching where he was walking now, his eyes fixed on her like a vision from God. He watched her walk, finally taking in more and more detail, and noticing a subtle unevenness to her gait.

“Injury,” she gestured to her left side, where the unevenness was. “I’m covered in scars this side, took a decent hit from an Mk 46, lucky to be alive so I suppose the stiffness and scars are a decent trade for breathing. The rehab was hell, though.”

Joe’s breath caught in his throat. Buck used one of those. He’d seen people blown to pieces by it, and some not. Hearing that would be a story and a half, he thought.

“Jesus, that sounds like a gnarly story…” he trailed off with a breath, and felt her elbow nudge him gently. Blue eyes landed on the weird blood-red ones belonging to his new acquaintance.

“Maybe I’ll tell you it sometime.” She smiled, and Joe realised they’d circled back to the gathering. “See you around, Joe.”

“See you…” He realised that he’d completely blanked what she told him her name was, only a few minutes ago, but they’d already split up, and when he looked back, she had melted into the crowd and firelight. Looking down at the number and his phone, he thought of something that would’ve made Rip laugh, and probably her, if they really had been friends.

‘Hobbles’ Joe typed, and pocketed his phone.

[rancidpancakebatter]

hey, i hope you're doing amazing! i was wondering if you could write a tasm!peter fic based on the song 'honest' by the neighbourhood? it can be reaaally angst, i promise i won't complain, not even a little bit! thankk you soo muuch in advance, i love your writing! ♡

You want angst? I'll give you angst

Honest by The Neighborhood [P.P.] | The Playlist

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: Peter is lying. Peter has been lying. And now you have to find out why.

Content: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption (legal age), Mentions of blood (Spider-Man injuries but nothing too graphic), break up,

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A/N: I'm making my way through my asks and It's been great. Thank you for all that submit things to my ask box, I love seeing it :))

You pace your room, a vexing mix of emotions swirling in your gut. You had to talk to him. You couldn’t keep doing this. You were confused. You were angry. You were hurt. But really you were scared. You were scared for Peter. You couldn’t understand it. You couldn’t understand him.

You were supposed to have a date last night. You had been looking forward to it all week. Your boss had been up your ass lately, demanding you reformat your analytics debrief six different times. There was family drama your mother was constantly updating you on and asking for guidance in a situation you were too exhausted to deal with. And you hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping (due to the overtime you had to put in), so your cabinets were bare and your fridge bereft.

All-in-all, not a good time. Peter had promised that he would see you. That you would be together. But instead, you waited in your fancy dress and painful shoes for four hours, drowning your sorrows in wine and staring at your unanswered texts. Waiting, always waiting.

Peter had always been a bit flakey. He would often ask to reschedule or push back plans, garnering some excuse as to why he couldn’t make it on time. It was a bit annoying, but not the end of the world. Peter liked to take things slow, and you respected that.

You went on seven dates before he kissed you. You'd been dating for six months before he said I love you, and you didn’t sleep together until a month later. You figured Peter just had a fear of intimacy, but he seemed to be trying, and you didn’t want to pressure him. But he has pushed you too far. Your patience is gone. 

The wine was almost empty; you had ditched your glass a while ago. There was no point in keeping up with social etiquettes when it was just you. It’s not like you were going to share it with anyone. Not anymore, at least.

You heard a knock on your door and made no attempt to answer it. You were playing music, but it wasn’t loud enough to warrant a visit from any neighbours. You didn’t feel up to a social call, so you continued to wallow. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), honey, it’s me. Can you open the door please?”

For a moment, you thought it was a hallucination. Your drunken mind stringing you along, taunting you with the one thing you wanted. 

He knocked again, “(Y/n), I know you’re in there. Just open the door.”

You scoffed and took another sip, “Look, your mad; I get it. I understand, and you have every right to be. I’m so, so sorry. Please, I- I want to apologise.”

You felt your body temperature rise and anger slowly build in your veins as it pushed out the self-pity you had once been filled with. You took unsteady steps towards the door, the cold tile against your bare feet making you shiver.

You undid the deadbolt but kept the chain in place, opening the door and peeking your face through the gap. You just looked at each other for a moment, a silent stare down. Your gaze held a certain animosity, while his was filled with relief, though it grew confused when the door stayed in its partially opened state. 

“Can I come in?” You say nothing as you continue to stare him down.

“Please, I know you’re mad-” If he says that again you just might scream. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. 

“You don’t know anything, Peter.” Your words slur together, and the t’s don’t come out just right, but you’re sure he understands precisely how angry you are with the venom you spit out alongside his name. 

His brows furrow as he looks over your face. “Are you- are you drunk?”

You keep your glare intact as you think over your answer. You could lie, but you didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your cheeks were adorned by a familiar warmth, and your lips were surely tinted with an obvious magenta stain.

“Yes, but that’s none of your business. Good night.” You move to close the door, but Peter’s hand stops you. 

“Uhng- Wait. Ow, shit- just wait a second, please.” You slowly open the door again, not for his pleas but for his expressions of pain. 

This time you look at him, really look at him. You can see a bit of blood on his lip, a bruise on his cheek, and his hand holding his side. You feel a chill run down your spine. 

“Back up.” He takes a step back, taking his weight off the door while you undo the chain lock and usher him inside. 

You set him on the couch and winced along with him. You rushed to your bathroom and prepared a warm washcloth and some band-aids you found under the sink. Maybe you should invest in a first-aid kit. You had never needed one before.

You returned to Peter’s side and raised your hand to his face. It wasn’t really necessary, his eyes have been locked on you since entering. But you lifted his chin anyway, a silent promise to hold him close.

You wiped gingerly at his lip, wiping away any dried blood and grime. It was obvious that he had wiped at it a few times. 

“I’m so sorry. Really I-” You lightly pinched his chin. 

“Hush. I don’t need an apology. I- I just…Peter, are you okay?” You could feel your eyes watering, tears swimming forth and resting on the verge.

In his eyes, you could see the once-sweet cacao of his irises tainted by fear and distress. It pained you to see it, so you stopped looking. You grabbed his hands instead, gingerly wiping down each finger, tracing the tendons and fate lines. 

“I’ll be okay.” His hand was still holding his side, and you moved it, slowly lifting his shirt to look underneath. 

The wound stretched from his lat to his hip, twisting toward his stomach. It looked like a giant rug burn. No, more like a scrape you would get on your knee after tripping on the sidewalk. Only deeper. You could still see bits of gravel lodged between the flesh, and you grimaced at the thought. That had to be so very painful.

You wished you had rubbing alcohol so you could clean it. A wound of that size, that exposed, was sure to get infected. You used the rag as gently as possible and mumbled a sorry every time he hissed. You didn’t make much progress before he grabbed your hand, calling your name sweetly. 

“Hey, hey. Just leave it be. Really, it’s fine.” He tries to comfort you with a smile, but it’s tired at the edges, his drooping eyes not matching the expression.

You can feel yourself choking up but try to swallow it down because Peter needs you right now. He shouldn’t have to be the strong one.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “Wh-what happened, Pete? Who did this to you?”

He swallows before he answers.

“I…got mugged.” You tense for a second.

“You got mugged?” If Peter noticed how your concern drifts, he made no comment on the matter.

“…Yes.” You drop his hands, let go of him.

You turned your body away as you stared at the wall. Your tears were dangerously close to falling. This is when your patience broke. This exact moment. It snapped, stretched too thin and tested too often.

It shattered along with your heart, shards scattered across the uneven floors of your apartment. The wine in your system did nothing to dull the pain of heartbreak. You felt every crack and splinter as it slowly broke apart, then burst all at once.

“Are you sure?” Your voice is cold, your capability for sympathy floating away in waves. 

You saw him tilt his head in confusion from your peripheral. Any other time you would have thought it was adorable- compared him to a Yorkie or a Spaniel- but his act of innocence only made you angrier now.  

“Yeah…why?” 

You remained silent as you got up from your seat, walking around the back of the couch to the side he was sitting on. You grabbed his backpack, tucked into the side as if he had hidden it, and dropped it on the coffee table. Peter’s eyes widened at the site. 

“So you got mugged…and your backpack is still in perfect order?”

The canvas was unstained, the zippers undamaged. The bag was in its normal state of distress. You watched as his face began to flush, and his mouth opened and closed uselessly.

You waited for a response, but when he refused to give one- you pushed forward. You unzipped its pockets and pulled out the valuables that were all unharmed and very obtainable to anyone who wanted to take them by force. 

“You got mugged, and they let you keep your camera, your laptop, the Beats I got you for Chanukah, and your wallet with… ” You dramatically counted the cash in front of him, “forty-two dollars in it?” 

“It- he…uh… ” You tapped your foot as your arms rested firmly in a crossed position. 

“It wasn’t a successful mugging,” He finally settled on. 

“What happened? Exactly.” Peter squirmed on the couch a bit as if running from your anger. 

“He, uh, stopped me. And then he took out a… knife. And then he told me to give him all my stuff, and when I started to run, he knocked me down. We fought for a bit, and then I got away.” Peter looked you in the eyes while he uttered, which only infuriated you more.

“When did this happen? Where? What did he look like?”

You continued to grill him as he fumbled through each answer he gave you. Your anger climbed with every word he said. He might have been able to convince May, but you knew his tells. 

Usually, he would ramble, giving entirely too much context to a situation, caught up wholly in the story. But when he lied, he said as little as possible. Peter fidgeted a lot. If he was sitting, you could bet one, if not both, of his feet, were bouncing. But now he sat before you almost perfectly still. Shifting his body around slowly, his discomfort evident.

“Peter, how the fuck do you get yanked across the concrete hard enough to get an injury like that? Did you get assaulted by Mike Tyson? It looks like you were hitched to a truck and dragged.” You ask, angrily pointing at where his hand continues to rest on his side.

“You’ve told me this story three times now, and not once did you mention that. I’m not buying it; just tell me what happened.” You watch as Pete shifts again, propping his elbows on his knees as he brings his head into his palms.

He sits there for a moment before he ruffles his hair and sits back up. “Okay, you got me. I-I fell on my skateboard. I was just embarrassed about it.”

“You missed our date…because you were skateboarding.” It wasn’t a question because that wasn’t the truth either. "You're telling me that you hurt yourself this severely, and disappeared for however many hours because you randomly decided to ride your skateboard for the first time in almost a year, and you were embarrassed."

Peter broke out into another story, but you blocked it out. You weren’t a particularly violent person, but Peter was pushing you to that level.

You clenched your fist as you fought the urge to grab everything within reach and chuck it at his incredibly thick head, maybe knocking some sense into him. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were seconds from snapping, and you weren’t sure what that would look like.

Your head was pounding, and your buzz was long gone. You weighed your options for a minute before releasing a terse sigh, cutting off his newly woven tall tale.

“Are you gonna bleed out and die tonight?” You still couldn’t look at him; you focused instead on memorising the phosphenes dancing behind your eyelids.

“No, I’ll be okay, I promise.”

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his statement. Here you were, arguing over his blatant dishonesty, and he thinks you’ll accept his promise? You felt sore from the way your muscles had been tensing.

“Then get out.” You didn’t need to look at him to know how pitiful he must look. 

“What?” He sounded so small, and you felt bad for a moment, but only a moment. 

“I said, get out, Peter. If you can’t be honest with me, then…just leave.” You finally open your eyes, utterly defeated.

He stood, taking a step toward you but stopping when you backed away. “(Y/n/n), I’m telling you the truth-”

“No! You’re not! And I don’t want to hear another word. Not tonight.” You held your head in your hands, blinking back tears. 

He froze, staring at you incredulously. He looked completely distraught, and while you wanted to feel bad, all you could think was maybe now he understood how you felt. Just how terrible this exchange made you feel.

You didn’t really want to kick him out; you wanted him to hold you close and tell you everything was okay. You wanted him to change into his sweats and scold you for stealing his sleep shirt, forcing him to remain shirtless. You wanted him to complain about you keeping him up by staring at him while he tried to sleep. You wanted him to retaliate by rolling over on top of you, peppering you kisses and pretending to fall asleep like that.

You wanted to go back, return to normalcy. But the damage was done, and no patchwork could turn this around. 

You pushed his backpack toward him, across the table, and that seemed to break him from his trance. He slowly threw it over his shoulder, giving you a tearful glance before he walked to the door. You followed him to the threshold, and he only took one step into the hallway before whipping around to face you. 

“Not tonight…but when?”

You hastily swiped a tear that had fallen from your eye, “I need space. I need to calm down and think before we discuss this anymore.”

Peter's jaw quivered slightly before he forced the muscles to tighten. He turned, and his heavy steps echoed in the hall. You close the door behind him and finally let the tears fall. Your body racked with sobs as you sunk to the floor, the exhaustion catching up to you. You felt utterly deflated, devastated by Peter’s inability to just talk to you, to be honest. You ended up falling asleep there. 

Three days had passed. Peter had texted you thrice. That night he told he was sorry and he hoped you were okay. You didn’t respond.

Obviously, you weren’t okay, but you didn’t know how to communicate that without blaming him and inevitably starting another fight. He texted you again halfway through the next day to ask how yours was. You had spent it fighting the urge to go to Aunt May to cry to her instead of your playlist of heartwrenching songs.

You knew she would give you comfort and support, knowing exactly how it feels to be lied to by Peter, but you also didn’t want to put her in that situation. You didn’t tell him this; you didn’t say anything. The last message Peter sent you just read: “let me know when you’re ready to talk. I’ll be here.”

As you paced around your bedroom, you think you’ve finally reached a mindset that was level-headed-adjacent. You had calmed down significantly.

You didn’t like feeling angry. But for you to get as upset as you did, was borderline unacceptable. You had to acknowledge that Peter’s lies had been gnawing at you for a while so you could begin to heal. And now, as the sun sits high in the sky, you bask in its beams. You sit on your bed and hug a pillow to your chest; your phone weighs heavy in your hands as your thumbs hover over your keypad. 

You had come to the conclusion that you were both at fault. Peter had lied. He had lied often. He had scared you. He kept you in the dark, but you made it your home. You never called him out for it. You never communicated your fear or concern, or why you felt you needed him to tell you the truth. But you also realised that being open and honest, that communication, came with trust.

If Peter wasn’t coming to you, it was because he didn’t trust you, and you had to open your mind to the possibility that that could be your fault. You decided that needed to be the basis of your conversation. And you were finally ready to do it. You were determined to save this relationship.

You texted Peter that you were ready to talk, and for once, he responded immediately. You felt a little bad that he hadn’t heard from you yet, but you didn’t want to lash out; you were looking for a resolution. You asked to meet at his place, “I’m home all day.”

You go over everything you want to say as you walk down the street. It was a forty-five-minute walk between you and Peter’s place. You could take the bus, but you wanted the walk. You wanted the fresh air and constant motion. You were nervous, but if you were walking, you didn’t have to focus on it. 

When the door opens, Peter’s eyes light up. As if looking at you brightens his mood alone. He wore a timid smile, and his shoulders were tense, but his eyes twinkled in the hallway fluorescents just because they fell on you.

He invited you in and sat down on the couch. He attempted to make small talk, and you tried your best to answer without saying anything that may garner guilt. 

“I’m sorry,” Peter suddenly blurted out. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he continued, “I missed our date, and I didn’t text you. I am so, so sorry. That wasn’t okay, and I promise to do better.”

You took his hand, and he seemed to relax a bit. “Peter that- yeah, that sucked. But that’s not what I’m upset about.”

You could almost feel Peter’s nerves, like his anxiety was shooting out of the pads of his fingers and into you. “I am worried about you. You are often…harmed in some way or late, and you can never tell me why. And I just- I’m-”

Maybe it was your nerves you were feeling. “I’m worried you don’t trust me. I wanted to know if there was something I could do to remedy that.”

Peter grips your hand a little tighter, “I trust you. Of course, I trust you.”

His words soak into your skin, and you feel anger bubbling within you. But it’s not just rage; it’s exhaustion. You’ve done this song and dance, and the tune no longer excites you. You know now that there’s no way to avoid it. If he claims it’s not you then you have to confront him. But you didn’t really want to. You knew the question but feared the answer. The words lodged in your throat, and it felt harder to breathe. 

Say it, You thought. You should say it.

“So, then, why do you lie?”

He pulled back from you slowly enough that you could feel him slipping away. 

“I don’t.”

Another lie. 

The anger grew as it bubbled in your gut; it was close to a rolling boil. The steam is building, creating pressure. 

“Cut the shit, Parker. I know you weren’t mugged, and I know you weren’t on your damn skateboard. Why won’t you tell me what happened? Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are! Just tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

He looked at you like it pained him to say it. As if in some way, he knew how this hurts you, and it hurt him too. But he couldn’t know. He couldn’t understand. 

“Peter, I’m kinda losing my mind here. I mean, you are always late or busy, but it’s never with your job. I’ve caught you several times using May as an excuse, not realising that I was with her. And if you do show up, you’re covered in bruises. You have scars that you can’t explain. And anytime I ask about any of it I get vague, nonsensical answers. Why? Why can’t you tell me what’s going on? I wish you could be honest with me.”

His face falls. You see the guilt flash across his face for the briefest of moments, but then it’s gone, replaced by an expression of faux ire as he stands from the couch. He stands up straighter, his shoulders squared and fists balled at his sides. It was a defensive stance, and he fell into it so naturally, you wondered how often he did.

“Tell me this: Why’d you stick around; why’d you stay with me? If you know I’m lying, why?”

If you didn’t know him, you would have been hurt by his tone, filled with disdain and contempt. But you knew Peter Parker. He was trying to push you away again.

He would go through these cycles where he would shower you in adoration, tell you that you were perfect and amazing, and how he was so lucky to have you. But then he would freak out. He would ghost you and act distant. When you could finally pin him down, he would confess that he felt he didn’t deserve you or the love you poured out for him.

The fact that he was doing it now frustrated you to no end. You could feel your hair greying.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! Jesus, Peter, I love you. And I knew you had some issues, but no one is perfect. And I’m not asking you to be. I’m just asking for you to be truthful with me. And if you can’t do that, I’m asking for an explanation. What am I doing wrong? How do I fix this, Peter? Please, give me something, anything!”

You were pulling at your hair, on the verge of tears. Your breathing erratic. You felt like you were going to explode; your atoms were seconds from throwing off electrons left and right until they all decayed and left you in a pile of mush.

“What- You’re not doing anything wrong, okay? You’re great, amazing even. It’s not you.”

Peter placed his hands on yours, pulling them away from your head and placing them over his heart. You steady your breaths in time with his.

“Then why? Why do you lie to me, Peter?”

“It’s to keep you safe.”

“Safe from what? What are you running from?”

“Look, I can’t. I can’t tell you, alright? I can’t put you in danger like that.”

It was Peter’s turn to tense and your turn to soothe.

“Hey, we’re in this together. We’re supposed to grow and learn and chase our dreams together.” You intertwined your fingers and bring them to your lips. “ Peter, if you're in danger I want to know. Let me help you, please.”

Something in Peter snaps. His eyes are now cold as he pushes your hands away, taking a step back. If he had walls up before, you were now looking at a fortress. Fort Knox. Castle Rock. 

“You. Can’t. Help. Me.” He spoke the words with finality. “Do you hear me? I don’t want your help.”

You felt his words rip and tear through you, taking part of you with them. A deep cut by a serrated blade. You did your best to apply pressure to the wound, to keep going- to make him see. 

“But that’s what you do. When you love someone, you help them. You do it all the time, whether it’s carrying my groceries up the stairs when the elevator’s down. Or when you run me a bath after a stressful day-”

“That’s different, (Y/n).” You shake your head furiously.

“No. No, it’s not. You help me because you love me. Let me do the same.” You’re pleading with him at this point; your dignity lone gone. 

Peter looks to the ground and says nothing. You feel your heart sink; he says nothing. “Peter?”

Still nothing. “Peter?”

You feel like you might vomit. “Do you…Do you love me?”

Your ears are ringing in the silence. He finally lifts his head, and his eyes are rimmed with tears, but still, he says nothing. 

His hesitation kills you. This is it. This is your end. Peter Parker doesn’t love you. The last bit of hope in you fades, and you feel hollow. His love had died, and so have you. The revelation is almost enough to bring you to your knees. 

“I couldn’t save it,” You whisper so faintly one might mistake it for a draft from a leaky window. “I couldn’t save it.”

You cry. Hadn’t really done that in front of Peter before. You’ve teared up sure, maybe had one or two slip, but this was something else. This was a steady stream down both cheeks. This was raspy gasps from your chest. This was ugly. 

And Peter just stood there. 

You collapsed onto the couch as you started to shake. You felt like everything was falling apart. If you thought your heart had been suffering before, you were wrong. It had now been obliterated.

There were no shards or mess, only a plume of smoke and a singed cavity where the muscle once was. It burned and burned, eating itself alive until there was nothing left.

You wondered if this is what stars felt- this fear, this betrayal- before they succumb to their own crushing gravity, exploding with a grand flourish…and then nothing. 

You wiped your face. He had lied to you for the last time. You held no sympathy for him. You found it hard to believe that he didn’t love you, but if you were right, what does that say about Peter? He was deeply hurt. You saw glimpses of it when Peter would lose you in the store, when he would wake you up with a night terror, when he lied. You loved him, for better or for worse, you did. But you couldn’t do this; you deserved better. 

You stand and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. You make it across the floor and to the front door before Peter says anything.

“Wait, where are you going?”

You bite your tongue, holding back as many scathing comments as you can. Most of them call him out for pushing you away and being upset when it works. But instead, you settle on something else, something you think is a little nicer. 

“I hope you find a way to be yourself someday.”

When you look back at him, he looks like he’s seconds from shattering. But maybe once he falls apart, he can build himself back up. You hope he does. 

“I pray for the best for you, Peter.” And that was true. Even as you shut the door behind you, even as you silenced his notifications on your phone, even when your friends shit on him- trying to make you feel better. You hoped that he would get the best life had to offer. You hoped it would be a little kinder to him.

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[silviakundera]

From in The Grand Princess novel, a passage from the carriage & street argument about PWX's regrets at ep 11/12 of Princess Royal. Fundamentally the same thing occurs in novel & drama but the tone of the aftermath is handled differently. Just the luxury of novel vs live action. 🤷 I just really enjoy the tender way they feel about each other, underneath all the bickering and one-upmanship.

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Li Rong looked at Pei Wenxuan, she couldn't say anything comforting for a while. She knew that Pei Wenxuan was really sad at the moment. After all, in his last life he had been alone all his life, and it was indeed heartbreaking.

When Pei Wenxuan saw that she was at a loss for words, he couldn't help but smile. He lifted his hand and caressed her face, saying hoarsely, "Li Rong," he gazed at her quietly, "look, I've just missed you for the rest of my life."

Li Rong did not say anything, she let him look at her, and after a long time, she finally said, "Are you better?"

Pei Wenxuan nodded, Li Rong braced herself to get up, Pei Wenxuan gave her a hand.

Li Rong stood up and sat back down, she leaned back in her seat and after thinking for a while, she smiled and looked at Pei Wenxuan, "How long have you wanted to say this?"

"Many years." Pei Wenxuan laughed lightly.

Li Rong lowered her eyes without saying anything, and after a moment, she said gently, "Although it is a little late, I am still glad to hear these words."

"Although it's a little late," Pei Wenxuan took up her words, "I'm glad to be able to say it."

After saying that, the two of them paused, and after a while, Li Rong laughed out loud and raised her eyes to look at Pei Wenxuan, who couldn't help but laugh too when he heard Li Rong's laughter.

"Knowing that you liked me so much back then," Li Rong said with a smile, "is a bit of a pity, but it's still a pleasure."

"What's the pity?"

"If it had been earlier," Li Rong thought about it, imagining that if Pei Wenxuan had said those words back then, and said with some uncertainty, "perhaps, I wouldn't have gone then?"

"But if it had been earlier," Pei Wenxuan mused, "I wouldn't have said those words either."

All one's thoughts, all one's ability to express them, all one's accumulated courage, that would not have come out of thin air.

"That too." Li Rong nodded, her small fan tapping on her palm as she raised her eyes to look at him, "Lord Pei nowadays is very different."

When Pei Wenxuan saw her smiling eyes, he slowly slowed down his emotions. When his excitement subsided, he felt a little embarrassed.

When Li Rong saw that he seemed to be slowly reacting to what he had just said, she couldn't help but smile, "Lord Pei, you said so much to me just now, do you want to talk about the past, or do you want to talk about the future?"

If it was the past, then this was just an apology.

If we are talking about the future, this is a confession.

When Pei Wenxuan understood Li Rong's meaning, he subconsciously said nervously, "I just want to apologise."

Li Rong had guessed his answer and laughed out loud, "You're so excited about an apology?"

"I'm furious," Pei Wenxuan sighed, "You've misunderstood me too many times before, in my last life, you always dragged Qin Zhenzhen into everything. I don't understand, you said I was looking for you to mess with you and you are so eager to push me out?"

"I should ask you that," Li Rong immediately said, "first of all, was it not you who set up Su Rongqing and me? On the night of the wedding, you even talked to me most of the night, and I didn't agree, but you said yes."

Pei Wenxuan was momentarily short of breath at Li Rong's words, and he held his tongue for half a day before saying, "Then I didn't say anything to Su Rongqing either, did I?"

"Do you feel sorry for Qin Zhenzhen?" Li Rong blinked, "Are you so anxious about me talking to her?"

"Li Rong," Pei Wenxuan cried and laughed, "can you be reasonable, our internal discussion is our internal conflict. You are pulling it outside, then you are determined to send me out, you still can't allow me to be angry?"

"Then you are not determined to send me out?" Li Rong looked strange, Pei Wenxuan paused, Li Rong sent a curious look at him, "Speechless?"

"No...... not the same." Pei Wenxuan finally spoke.

"I want to set you up with Su Rongqing because I think it's better for you. But you want to set me up with Qin Zhenzhen because you want to solve His Highness's worries."

"People always have some feelings." Pei Wenxuan said in a slow voice, "Although we are not destined to be together, but after so many years, if we are not considered family, we are still considered friends. If friends are used like this, it is somewhat hard to bear."

Li Rong listened quietly, she raised her eyes to look at him and said seriously, "I'm not all just using her. It's just that this outcome is good for everyone."

"Pei Wenxuan," she looked at Pei Wenxuan with sincere eyes, "I may not be able to take too much into account sometimes, but the fact that I have you in my heart as a friend is not an impurity. If you don't let me down, I won't let you down."

Pei Wenxuan looked into Li Rong's eyes, which were honest and bright.

Li Rong was a person who clearly lived in the deep palace, yet she had tenderness and brightness that did not belong in the deep palace.

But she always hid that light carefully, so the moment she revealed it by chance, it could violently break into other people's rooms.

[pockyteau]

i don't think i'll ever finish this so i'm just going to post it here lmao

You don't know why you're calling.

You nibble the bottom of your lip anxiously. The blue light of your phone screen almost stings your eyes in the darkness as it rings once, twice. Three times. The alcohol that had been coursing through your veins earlier has slowed to a halt, the warmth in your bones quickly cooling to a chill. You're kind of hoping he doesn't pick up. No, that's not true. You miss his voice so much - his teasing remarks, his stupid-smart quips that always go right over your head. You miss him. Please pick up. 

You miss Chishiya so much, you don't know what to do with yourself.  

"Hello?" His voice, Chishiya's voice, crackles to life through the receiver. He sounds tired, his voice rough. "We talked about this. You shouldn't be calling-"

"I miss you, Shuntaro," you cut across him in a whisper. "I'm sorry, I just..." Your eyes no longer sting from the light of the dialing screen but with tears. Your voice wobbles and you attempt to keep your tone under control, but it's no use. The alcohol is in your system now. "I miss you," you say again, as a tear slides down your cheek. 

Chishiya sighs on the other line, a sharp breath edged like a blade. It’s almost as if he’s saying I can tell. "Have you been drinking?" 

You consider saying no, but it wouldn’t really be much use. Chishiya always saw right through you – that, and how suspiciously wobbly your voice was. "Yes, but..."

There's a bit of fumbling on the line, muffled talking. Oh god, was he working a shift right now? How could you have made such a mistake? You scramble to make amends, desperately trying to apologise. Stupid, stupid. "Shun, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were working - I'll hang up now, sorry-"

Chishiya comes back on the line. "No, it's fine," he says, in a way that indicates it’s not really fine at all. "I'm about to clock out for today anyway."

"Are you sure?" Your voice is small, so small, as if it were an object you could drop in the darkness and never find again. You hate how weary he sounds. You used to wait for him to come back from his shifts at the hospital and his voice would sound exactly like that. He would never say anything about it, but the slight darkness under his eyes were telltale of just how tired he really was.

You cradle the phone with both hands, the screen held so close to your ear its glass is icy against your cheek. Even so, things were better back then; you would give him a hug as soon as the door was open, hoping to lift some of the weight off his shoulders. The warmth of his body enveloping you at the doorstep, the little hum he would make as you welcomed him home. Your nights were so empty without those exchanges now. You missed him, so much. 

"You only drink when you're upset," Chishiya says, deftly changing the subject. "What happened?" 

Chishiya's voice has always been calm, clinical. The epitome of stability, and in a way his unwavering voice drifting through the speaker helps to ground you. You hiccup, the result of alcohol and the sobs that had been silently wracking your body. You're so glad to hear his voice again, so glad you called and so glad he picked up. "I miss you," you repeat. How many times have you said that already? 

You stumble over your words in your haste to get them out, barely registering that they are slurring together. Chishiya is still here, talking to you. "Shun, please, can I just see you for a bit? I swear, this will be the last time, I just...I need to see you."

Chishiya is silent on the other line. Soft static crackles in your ear as you wait on his answer. Please, please. If you just see him this one time, everything will be okay. 

"I'll call Kuina to get you a taxi," he says finally. 

"Shun, please-"

"You should stop calling." Chishiya says flatly, and the line goes dead. 

[inhurtandincomfort]

Hi! This ask is an excuse to ramble about your OCs! Eldwin sounds especially cool. How did he get into sorcery? Did he know his life would end up like this?

-- @violets-whumperflies

Thank you so much for asking! But you have no idea what you've unleashed lol. I certainly will ramble, but it is relevant I swear! I'm sorry for the slow reply, I'm sick rn and very tired, (in whumptober month smh) but excited to answer and I hope this all makes sense! It is rather long so I apologise, once I get into it it's hard to know when to stop lol

Eldwin grew up in a rural village where there was little to do - even the school was just a local church and dame school that occupied only a few hours a week, primarily teaching reading, writing, and religion. When he wasn't helping his parents with chores, he was doing one of two things; either reading or exploring the nearby forest, an old and mystical woodland said to have once been the place to many powerful rituals and wandering druids, long before the academia. His first real introduction to sorcery outside of storybooks was when a Priestess passed though their village on her way to a temple. Moments before her arrival one of the children had fallen from a tall tree and broken his leg, badly enough that he may never walk normally again. She stopped to help him, and with her power was able to set the bone straight and put it on course for healing properly. Healing is the most accepted form of magic as it divine in nature; it's less the users own power, and more them channelling a fraction of the gods power. It will not heal 100%, but it is a great improvement to serious and life threatening injuries, speeds up the healing process and is still a marvel to behold. Naturally, Healers are often sought after but very few can actually perform it well. The Priestess, despite her chaperones ushering her along, insisted on helping everyone in the village who asked; She soothed an old womans hip pain and cast a blessing upon a young girl with nightmares, and many more minor ailments. Eldwin watched this all with fascination and wished he could do that - wouldn't it be a wonderful thing, to be able to help people in such a meaningful way? He mentioned as much to his mother and she just played along - after all Eldwin was very young, not even in double digits and sure enough it seemed he soon forgot all about it. 

Some years later he was exploring one day with his only friend, maybe 11-12 years old, not much more, when they stumbled across a cave. His friend was afraid to go in, claiming to sense something dark, something that didn't want him to enter... so Eldwin entered the cave alone, and found a book. Not some ancient text nor a thousand year old tome detailing powerful secrets, no, just a regular book not unlike the ones he had at home. It seemed nothing special; a little old, a little damp, but by all accounts a normal, children's storybook, that followed the tales of Dhirin the Great, a mythical sorcerer said to be strong enough to take down gods. It was perhaps an unusual thing to find in a cave, but for some reason, Eldwin thought nothing of it. And when he returned, he told his friend that he'd found nothing inside as the book lay forgotten in his bag. 

Shortly after Eldwin fell ill, an affliction that seemed to come out of nowhere. He was restless and feverish, tossing and turning at night muttering in his sleep. This illness alone may not be so strange and indeed the local doctor didn't think it was anything mysterious. Even Eldwin, recovered after a few weeks, did not think anything of it. But he did not remember the events that had taken place prior. He did not remember the cave, and he did not remember what he found within.

If you had asked Eldwin back then, when he was still bright eyed and full of adventurous sprit, why he'd taken up sorcery - he'd tell you he felt a call, something pulling him towards it. Like it was something he was meant to do. Now though, he'd say it was just childish fancy. Regardless of the truth, he began to practice, studying fiction and historical records alike. It was difficult, it seemed unreasonable, and it took a very long time, but finally he was able to create some semblance of magic. Only very simple spells; summon light in his palm, blow some leaves in a tiny gust of wind, but it was magic nonetheless. He was elated. He'd finally found something he liked, something he was good at - but he knew it had to be kept secret. 

Magic is highly illegal to use unless you have the right education. That education comes in the form of The Academia, basically a nation-wide mages guild that is under government control. The magic schools are VERY expensive, only the wealthiest people can attend. Basically their way of keeping magic out of the hands of the common-folk, without actually saying so. And once enrolled in an academy, you pledge your life to your country, king and government. Sorcerers will spend their lives serving their country - some serve via the military, others devote their lives to the continuous study and advancement of magic or join the temples, and others still will be "rented out" for various jobs - typically as a nobles personal mage, or they may be called on to assist with various things. All of this is with government permission. Upon enrollment mages will receive the Mark - a magical brand that serves as a tracker. Not only could Eldwin certainly not afford to go, he didn't want to anyway - he refused to be bound by such strict rules. What kind of life is that, living to serve another, who reaped the benefits while you did all the work?

But it was almost inevitable he would be found out, and that set off a whole chain of events: A once calm and loving household now turned tense and hostile, his parents fighting, his father falling dangerously ill to what Eldwin believes to be a stress-induced illness... And the only cure being in the form of a demonic pact, yay! Fun stuff. 

For your other question, it's hard to say. He knew being a free mage would be risky. He knew, from the moment he made a pact, his life would become a whole lot harder. He also knows the fate the awaits him after death - an eternity of servitude, where he'll become an empty husk for the Abyssal Lord to use as he sees fit, and not a shred of humanity will remain. I don't think he ever expected that same fate in his life, however. As he grew older he became much more jaded and pessimistic, and tends to lament about "fate" and "destiny", something he'd never paid mind to before. Now he believes things were always destined to turn out this way, which may be a coping mechanism for the helplessness of his situation... but it also contributes further to his helplessness as he resigned himself to this life, believing there is no other choice. 

Also fun fact, remember it was the priestess who initially sparked his interest in magic with her healing? Well, since making the pact, that is the one magic he can never use. As I said, it is divine in nature - and as he turned his back on the gods, they too turn their backs on him. He cannot wield it, he cannot benefit from it, and to try would only cause him great pain to no avail.

[pinievsev]

guess whattt!!

Rise & Shine

(PART TWO)

[part 1/part 2]

Fluff/angst because I'm a sucker for happy ending angst 😋🧡

Coffee shop au!

As always requests are open!

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Even tho your date had gone great, after a few days seungmin stared distancing himself from you it's only been two days tho so you still keep your hopes up.bbut really, it was starting to get to you.

You were casually cleaning a table and preparing to lock up when you heard the jingling of the bell followed by footsteps. Looking up you were met with no other than seungmin's friend, Han. He looked like a mother having to order for her child.

"when is your shift over?" He asked, rushing. "Uh- i- why?" He glared "just answer the question!!" You threw the towel in your hand over your shoulder "well I just finished up, actually. Now, you answer my question."

"okay, I will, go do whatever it is you have to do and come outside." You rolled your eyes but didn't argue. Quickly changing out of you uniform and locking the shop you turned to stare at Han "so? Wanna tell me what's going on?" He pulled your wrist walking away "it's seungmin. We have things to do and he has been in his own little world for the best couple of days. We tried EVERYTHING but he was too scared to actually talk to you." He rumbled on as you turned a corner.

"what? Why would he be scared to talk to me? And I can walk on my own thanks" you pulled your arm away and kept speed walking by him

"if you figure that out, let me know" great. Had you done something wrong to upset him? Or said anything? You couldn't think about anything that had gone wrong. Han's hand waving Infront of your face pulled you back to reality. You stood Infront of a big building which you assumed to be the company building he had told you about.(seungmin in the buildingggg)

"okay, I'm assuming he told you?" You nodded, seungmin had told you about who he is and what he does. He'd told you he was glad you liked him for who he was and not for his fame.

Han led you inside and you made a stop at a practice room to introduce yourself to the other members of seungmin's group. Then Han took you to yet ANOTHER practice room where seungmin had been spending his time every day after practice.

"he's in there. If I come with he'll cuss me out so, good luck" he spoke partially sarcastically, patting your shoulder and basically booking it down the hall you guys came from.

Confused you knocked on the door. "Go away jisung!" You recognised seungmin's voice. You pushed the door open slowly "i said go a-" he spun around in his chair quickly, his eyes widening when he saw you "still want me to go away?"

He shook his head quickly and stood up "what are you even doing here?!" He was standing right in front of you by the end of his sentence "Han picked me up when my shift ended" you explained and his expression darkened "what did he tell you.?"

You crossed your arms and tilted your head "wanna tell me why you're so scared to talk to me?" You asked and his face turned all kinds of shades of red "did I do or say something to upset you Maybe? You could've told me-" he cut you off panicked "no no no! You didn't do anything it's not you-! It's. Me"

"what? What do you mean it's you!" He groaned and moved towards the wall opposite you, sliding down with you by his side "okay. Well, I thought that, maybe you wanted to take it slow and that maybe I would scare you away and-" now it was your turn to cut him off "why would you scare me away?.. Min?" He leaned his head back on the wall mumbling something "what?" He closed his eyes a frustrated groan leaving his lips once again.

"just tell me-" and he did. Leaning towards you and catching your lips with his, kissing you quickly yet softly, as if you were going to break any second. It took you some time to register the action, but once you did he was already pulling away and apologising, you shook your head and pulled him back in for another just as soft kiss.

"that explains, some of it" you joked as you broke apart "I just thought that, you'd think I was going too fast, but whenever I saw you, kissing you was all I could think about" you chuckled at him and pecked his cheek "you should've. Distancing yourself from me only made it worse" you admitted "I thought I'd done something" he shook his head, hugging you "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be."

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 9

Hello! I've finally managed to access my documents which means I'm posting on time! I do apologise for the random POV change throughout, but it was the only way I could get what I wanted to write flowing properly. I also just want to say thank you to those who have given me support, you all mean the world to me. But other than that, enjoy! <3

Summary: Welcome to Middle Earth! We're currently in the Shire, though not for long. Dark times are ahead. Enjoy your stay!

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1716

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter.

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PART 1: Chapter 9 -

The Teletubbies could never

Numinous (Definition): Feeling both fearful and awed by what is before you. (Adjective / Origin: Latin / nu·​mi·​nous)

The place was almost identical to how we had pictured it.

Round hallways of cream framed by planks of dark, golden brown, with intricate furniture taking up every possible area, but nothing disorganised, each object having found it’s place.

“And you call me a hoarder.” I murmured to Kay as we both stared. She didn’t retort straight away this time, too busy absorbing the sight in front of us as I picked up and fiddled with some random object.

“Holy fuckkkk.” Was all that she eventually said.

“Excuse me!”

Damn, I almost forgot he was here. Bilbo seemed to find his voice quicker than earlier, marching over, a frown on his face at Kay’s choice of words. I made sure to discreetly slide the thing in my hand back where it was whilst watching the ordeal amusedly.

“I would very much appreciate it if you refrained from using words like that.” He lectured; one arm tucked behind his back as he wagged a finger at her. I snorted quietly at the sight of Kay looking down at him with wide, guilty eyes. And the fact that swear words existed here. “Such profound language will not fly here, especially with me.”

Looking down myself, it occurred to me that I didn’t realise that he would be this small. No matter how many times I stood a measuring tape next to me, I couldn’t really comprehend his size back home. If he headbutted me right now, his head of bouncy curls would only just reach the bottom of my ribcage. I mean I’m 5’9, so he was always going to be miniature next to me, but even comparing him to Kay, who only reached around my nose at 5’4, next to her this guy was the definition of tiny. He looked as though he couldn’t hurt a fly.

However, he most certainly had proof of denying that last statement, his feisty mothering personality most certainly making an impact, as levelled us with a stern gaze from two and a half feet below.

Oh right, we’d hardly spoken a word, let alone to him directly, and we were currently in his house!

“So sorry! I – uhhhh.” Kay began hesitantly, before elbowing me. I eyed her accusedly, but quickly looked back down at the hobbit.

“Oh! Uhm, I don’t suppose you know where we are?” I questioned.

He looked between us, perplexed as he was most likely trying to reason why two women were probably wandering unknowingly in the forest behind his hobbit hole. He had noticed earlier as he politely investigated our rucksacks, unbeknownst to us, that we carried no weapons, and the contents within didn’t look as if they would last them a day. We most certainly didn’t look like merchants or travellers. He didn’t even go on adventures and he knew us two weren’t cut out for travel.

“Why, you’re in the Shire of course!” He answered. “Now, what business do two big folk have coming to Hobbiton?”

“Um.. no business?” I replied.

“We’re lost!” Kay chimed in.

“Lost?” He frowned. “What on Middle Earth were you doing, getting yourselves lost?”

“Well… We went to visit a waterfall, near our home, and haven’t been able to find the way back since.” Explained Kay, figuring the truth was the best option.

“And we’ve errr— never been to or heard of the Shire,” I added, half-lying. “So we must be incredibly far away.”

“Never heard of the—! By Valar you must be far from home!” He spluttered, his slight irritation from them landing in his garden now replaced by a new wave of sympathy, as he realised these girls with their nervous eyes, muddy, ripped – also highly unusual – clothes, entangled hair, and just their overall dishevelled appearance, seemed to truly be a bit too far away from anywhere familiar for their liking. A slight twinge of guilt panged in his chest at his slightly unorthodox attitude earlier, clearly they were in some state of shock.

Taking in a bit more, he also noticed they seemed a lot more injured than he thought, watching as they’re expressions contorted uncomfortably whenever they moved, along with one of them nursing a bandaged hand that had blood seeping in some places.

As for me, I absorbed as much of his appearance as I could whilst he spoke. As aforementioned, he was unusually short, considering the faint lines on his face didn’t show signs of childhood youth, and observing further, I saw that he had the strangest of features. His ears, half hidden by his curly locks, were wide and pointy, reminding me that of an elf. I secretly gawked at his feet, because they were the most abnormally large feet I had ever seen, especially for someone who didn’t even look as if he hit 4ft. Not to mention they were incredibly hairy. Along with his handmade dressing gown, looking as if it was crafted from a quilt blanket from some charity shop.

How peculiar.

“Sooooo,” I began as a sudden thought came to mind, drawing Bilbo’s attention. “How did we end up in your house exactly?”

“Well,” he began, albeit slightly nervous. “I happened to find you both quite knocked out, and I wasn’t going to let you both freeze to death in the pouring rain, so I took the liberty of taking you both in and lending you the guest room.” He explained, waving his finger down the hall at the room we just came out of.

“So you’re saying you dragged two unconscious strangers… into your home?” Kay questioned, a slightly concerned look on her face.

“I mean, it’s not often that—that we get big folk around these parts.” he rambled as he shifted on his feet, feeling the tips of his ears turning pink under the pressure of our slight interrogating. “Certainly not ones that I-er, find falling from my roof.”

“Your roof?!?” We both replied, completely perplexed.

“Well by the sounds of it, you had quite the tumble!” He exclaimed with a slight laugh, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the front door. “Landed smack dab right in the middle of my bush, you did!”

“Oh, then where were we…” I trailed off.

My stare wandered from Bilbo to the door at the end of the corridor, and within a moment I was down the hallway, ducking under beams and through archways until I arrived at the door. It took me a second, but I managed to figure out the handle and it wasn’t long until I was in the fresh air.

Kay had followed, leaving the poor hobbit trailing after us in confusion. Coming to a stop next to me, we took in a sight we never thought would be possible to see.

Rolling green hills stretched in front of us and we stared. And stared. As if we haven’t done that enough already over the last day or so. And I then realised that it was the hobbit’s circular doors that I had tried to make out through the distance in the rain last night.

By the looks of it, and by some miracle, we had stumbled mindlessly into the bloody Shire. I mean, we would’ve known if we were in the goddamn Shire yesterday if it hadn’t been so DARK. Neither of us could even begin to describe how we felt, all I could do was really try my best not to scream or cry as I dug my fingers into my palms, and I could guess that Kay was having a similar reaction. Who wouldn’t? The Shire was literally the dream place, and we were stood right in the middle of it. Not the movie set, no, like, the genuine real Shire, and with, by the looks of it, real hobbits.

My mouth just hung open as I whipped my head around, feeling both amazement and excitement rise within me. “Whaaaaaatt the—” I started, but stopped myself from completing that sentence, feeling Bilbo’s stern glare on the back of my head.

Finally shaking myself out of it, I carried on with what I came out for. Scouring the ground, I spotted where we had landed, the now half-flattened bush twisted oddly and I gazed uncomfortably at the splots of our blood dotted around, the red shining in the morning light against the vibrant green.

Taking the path down to the closed gate, I stepped over it, not bothering to take the time to open it since it barely reached past my knees, though being careful with my injured ankle. Taking a few more steps back, I managed to be able to look up the hill Bilbo’s house resided in, following the trail of flattened wet grass and mud streaks until I zoned in on the top.

There was the grass bank we were on! Though now I realised it was a hill, with several chunks missing, along with the evidence of a miniature landslide.

Looking back at the two remaining confused at the door, I called out.

“We must’ve accidentally wandered here, and we’re travelling across the top of the hill when we fell!” I explained to Bilbo as I pointed. Kay raised her eyebrows and nodded in both agreement and realisation.

Now happy with our explanation, Bilbo clapped his hands to get our attention.

“Right!” He declared and we both looked down at him, jumping at his sudden switch. “Follow me!”

He waved his hands about, frantically beckoning us towards him as he led us back into Bag End. Me and Kay shared a quick glance, excited grins on our faces as we followed him back in. We both bent over at the low height of the door frame, me doing so the most, much to the chagrin of my ribs, but we were able to straighten out as the ceiling inside stood somewhat tall enough. However, I could still feel the ceiling brush the top of my head when I stood at full height, and I realised my time spent here would consist of me avoiding any ceiling fixtures along with the low, circular doorways. ‘But it was forever worth it, considering where I was currently’, I thought to myself, making sure to dodge the chandelier in front of me as we walked deeper into the hobbit hole.

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Can you make a oneshot that We alsow is a fotball girl and Harry and her Are filming a penelty video and he hits her in the head and she gets a nose bleed. And Harry gets scared and takes her to the hospital but she just need som kisses and cudels

You sure? -W2S

words: 0.6k+

warnings: head injury, hospitals, protective harry.

summary: Harry accidentally hurts you during a football video and won’t stop worrying.

notes: hey babe🫶🏼 I’ve been super busy recently so haven’t really had the time (or energy) to write😫. Thank you for this cute request!! I hope you enjoy🤍 (also I know nothing about football so I apologise if anything is incorrect😭)

Me and Harry have been together for almost 8 months. We both love football and he often comes on my channel. Today we're filming a video at our local football pitch.

"You almost ready to go babe?" He asked as I brushed my teeth. "Mhm" I murmured before spitting the toothpaste into the sink. "Let me just grab my bag." I rushed through our apartment to collect the last few things I needed for the video.

We left soon after and Harry drove us to the pitch. Once we arrived we grabbed all of the equipment out of the boot and carried it onto the grass. Then we set everything up and began filming. "Hey guys! Today we're filming a penalty video and Harry's going to be challenging my goal keeping skills so let's get started!" I began. Harry did his usual awkward "yes!" And I giggled.

I assumed my position in the goal and Harry began taking shots. After almost half an hour of switching back and forth between Harry and I it was my turn to be the goal keeper again. Everything went in slow motion, Harry took a shot and before I could even process what was happening the ball whacked me right in my face. I fell to the ground with a thud as my head started to spin and something wet began to drip from my nose.

"Oh my god! y/n I'm so sorry! Shit you're bleeding! Oh nelly." Harry rambled. "Haz I'm fine, just a bit shocked that's all." I calmly stated as he helped me up. "We should take you to the hospital." He stressed. I decided not to argue as I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. He walked me back to the car then quickly grabbed the cameras along with all of our things. Then he drove us to the hospital.

"Looks like you have a minor concussion, doesn't seem to be anything you need to worry about just rest and take it easy for the next few days." The kind nurse said as I sat next to Harry in the small hospital room. "Are you sure she's gonna be ok?" Harry asked. She nodded "if you're worried about anything just call us up or come back here." She relayed. "Yes, thank you." I stood from the chair and Harry quickly followed.

I saw him carefully glancing at me on the drive home. "Harry. Seriously I'm fine. The nurse said there was absolutely nothing to worry about." "I know, I just feel bad for you know- hurting you." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road. I laughed "aw, you're such an empath."

When we got home Harry told me to sit down and so I did. After grabbing me some water and an ice pack he plonked himself next to me on the couch. I moved so my head was leaning on his chest. His hands gently raked through my hair and I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next morning I woke up in bed next to Harry, who was sat scrolling through his phone. "Morning." I whispered. His eyes shot towards me "ah, you're alive. How's your head?" He asked. I chuckled "my heads fine." My head hurt a little (which was to be expected since I'd had a football pounded into my face) but I wasn't going to mention it to Harry since he was so worried. "Good. We're definitely not filming any more football videos for a while." I pouted, putting on my best puppy dog eyes "but I don't want my channel to die." Harry chuckled "well I can compromise... maybe we can just do crossbar challenge or something." "Ok." I replied with a satisfied nod before moving closer toward him and pecking his lips. "Thanks for taking care of me Haz." He pulled me closer "you know I always will."

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Enduring Ties - Chapter 6 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"So, how have you been settling in?"

"Liam is still learning his way around but he much prefers being able to share a tent with his friends and he appreciates the community here. He's grateful for your help in all of this."

"That's nice but I asked about you, not Liam."

"I, um... there haven't been any incidents, sir, if that's what you're enquiring about?"

"That's good to hear. Have you..." Hamish started to say but he was interrupted by the tent flap pushing open.

Liam entered the tent, a tray of food in hand and a smile on his face that quickly faded as he took in the scene in front of him.

He gave Tris a firm jab in the ribs with the toe of his boot.

"What?" Tris mumbled as he stirred awake.

"What's this?" Liam asked, nodding towards Hamish and Cailan.

Tris rubbed at his eyes.

"That's Hamish. You know Hamish."

"Not well enough for him to be with Cailan, unsupervised."

Roope sat up, fully naked and rubbed at his temple.

"I'm sure they were only talking, Liam. Hamish wouldn't do anything inappropriate."

"I suspect you're quite right about that but I need to be the one to make that decision. Every time. I told you it was okay for you to bring people back here and you promised me your guests would never have unsupervised access to Cailan."

"You're absolutely right," Roope said. "We had an agreement with you and we broke it. We apologise."

"Yeah, shit," Tris said as he sat up as well. "I didn't think anything of it because it's Hamish but you're right. We made you a promise."

Liam let out a long, slow breath and nodded.

Cailan could tell he was still upset but he was a reasonable man and he wouldn't keep an argument going after a sincere apology had been given.

He turned his attention to Hamish.

"You were just talking to him, yes?"

"Of course," Hamish said. "Or trying to, anyway. He doesn't say much."

"Companions are trained not to gossip behind their masters' backs."

"I didn't realise I was requesting deeply privileged information when I asked him how he was."

"He's not stupid, Hamish and neither am I. There's a lot that could be gleaned from a truly honest answer to that question. Now, I don't necessarily object to you having that information but I do disapprove of the methods you've used to try to obtain it."

"That's fair," Hamish said. "Tris, Roope, why don't you go finish your nap in my tent so that Liam and I can talk?"

"Yeah because if there's one thing that's going to make this day better it's waking up to Simon finding me sleeping in his tent," Tris said as he started to put his clothes back on.

"No thank you but we will fuck off so you can talk. Might as well go get some lunch while they're still serving it."

"Thank you," Hamish said as he watched them dress.

He waited until they were gone and had left the tent and then he got up and sat down on their sleeping mats instead.

Liam did his best to offer Cailan a reassuring smile and then he went and joined Hamish on the other sleeping mats.

"So," Liam said as he sat down. "Did you simply see the opportunity to have a conversation with Cailan and decide to take it or was this a situation you set out to create?"

Hamish laughed.

"Listen, Liam. We have a community here and I consider it my responsibility to make sure that everyone who lives here is safe and taken care of. Cailan may be a slave but he lives here too so I take responsibility for his wellbeing."

"I think you'll find that Cailan's wellbeing is my responsibility. I'm sure your intentions are good but you know nothing about him or what his needs are."

Hamish nodded, took a drink of the wine and handed the bottle to Liam.

"I agree, actually but I can't help but wonder if that level of social isolation is good for him. Even if you're absolutely perfect and do everything you can for him, surely having just a single person in his life isn't ideal."

Liam took a long swallow of the wine.

"I used to try to include him in activities with my school friends but it never went well. The more they felt like I was allowing them access to him, the worse it went. I learnt not to trust anyone with him."

"You trust Tris and Roope with him."

"I do, yes."

Liam took another drink of the wine.

"They're a different breed of men. I believe you are too but understand that I've known Tris and Roope for years and I didn't introduce them to Cailan until we made the move here. I do not trust easily when it comes to Cailan's safety."

"I respect that, really," Hamish said. "You've done what you've needed to do and if you've kept him safe in a place like this I can't say you've done a bad job of it. But Liam, I've tried talking to Tris and Roope about Cailan. Asking them about him. They tell me they know nothing, that they have nothing to do with him and I don't think they're just being tight lipped for the sake of your privacy."

"Well... no, that's accurate."

"Why?"

"He's timid. He doesn't like to talk to others."

"Of course. From what you've described, other people have only been unkind to him."

Liam finished off the wine and then lay down.

"Hmm..."

Hamish lay down next to him.

"What happens if something happens to you? I assume you have an inheritance plan."

"Tris and then Roope."

"You understand the issue then, yes?"

Liam nodded.

"He needs to know them."

Hamish stroked a hand over the top of Liam's hair.

"That's right."

Liam shut his eyes and pressed into the touch.

"Thank you for caring. I must seem like an imbecile,but this is harder than it seems."

It was Liam who wrapped an arm around Hamish, Liam who pulled him closer and pressed their lips together.

Hamish kissed him back, slow and deep.

Cailan squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the pillow.

Liam had never done this in front of him before but he had known it was only a matter of time.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek and scolded himself.

It wasn't right for him to feel this way.

Liam was not his.

A good slave did not get upset when he did not get what he wanted and Cailan was a very good slave.

At least that was what Liam always told him.

"Ah," Hamish said. "I think I should go."

"What? Why?"

There was a moment of silence and then Liam said...

"Oh."

"I'm not a homewrecker, Liam," Hamish said and then Cailan heard the sound of a short, light kiss being planted somewhere on Liam's body.

"I'll talk to you later."

[starrgaziinggg]

BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

|fake dating|friends to lovers|slow burn|non idol au|

chapter thirteen

You see his name light up on your screen and you panic slightly inside. You really hadn't prepared for him to call you so soon, and your feelings about the argument were still fresh. You seriously debated leaving it and just pretending you were asleep, but you knew that would make things worse, so you answered it. There was silence for a couple seconds as you waited for him to speak.

"Hello?" Hyunjin said cautiously.

"Hi, Hyunjin."

You heard him let out a sigh. "God, I -" he started, not being able to get his words across without them sounding short and stressed. "I'm so, so sorry for what I said to you earlier. It was so stupid and not true at all and I can't believe I acted that way towards you."

You pondered his words for a minute. Hyunjin sounded so sincere, and you knew he was since it took a lot for him to apologise. He was always one that backed his actions when he believed he was right, so hearing him apologise this way meant you knew he was being honest.

"It's...it's okay, Hyunjin,"you replied, stuttering over your words.

"No, but it's not okay princess," he said back quickly, and once again your heart did backflips at that dumb nickname. "I acted like such a dickhead, and ruined your night over nothing. You didn't even do anything! I'm just..."

He trailed off. "What is it?"

"You want full honesty?" He asked skeptically.

"No, a big fat lie would be delightful right now," you joked, a weak attempt to make the situation more lighthearted.

"Okay, okay. Honestly, I think the fake dating thing is starting to mess with my head a bit. Seeing you with that other guy tonight, I - it just felt weird. But that doesn't excuse the way I acted towards you at all, and I really am sorry," he explained, and you understood exactly where he was coming from. It made you feel icky knowing that you had reacted negatively when you saw him with another girl, just as he had when he saw you dancing with that guy.

"We're going full truths tonight?" You asked him.

"I guess so."

"Well, the reason I didn't really talk to you all night was because I saw you talking to that really pretty girl earlier. And, like you said, it made me feel weird," you revealed cautiously. He didn't say anything straight away, which made you slightly worried.

"Oh her?" He must have been thinking about who you were talking about. "She's nothing to do with me, she's the girl that Chan's been seeing recently."

What.

The fuck?

"Chris has been seeing someone?" You said, evidently shocked. Why on earth didn't you know this? You and Chris told each other close to everything, you had done since you were young. Except the fact you were currently fake dating his best friend and hiding it from him, but that's extremely irrelevant.

"Yeah, you didn't know? He's been seeing her for almost a month."

You really didn't know how to feel. You'd been making jokes about how Chris sleeps around and he had been seeing a girl this entire time. Your head was spinning.

"No," you said with a sad tone. "I didn't know."

Hyunjin quickly tried to brighten the situation. "I'm sure he's just waiting for the right moment to tell you, you know exams and all."

"Hm," is all you said as a response. You both lapse into silence, not knowing what to say next, until Hyunjin spoke up again.

"Can I come over?"

You blinked a couple times. "What, right now?"

"Yeah."

You thought about it for a minute. He was clearly stressed, worried about the situation and you thought that maybe seeing each other face to face would help you decipher whatever was going on between the two of you.

"Okay," you said, and you both said your goodbyes. Within five minutes Hyunjin was knocking on your door.

You opened the door to reveal Hyunjin looking the most disheveled you've ever seen him. His hair was fluffy and ruffled rather than sleek like it usually was, and he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue hoodie. His face looked solemn, and the two of you just stared at each other for a second until Hyunjin takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you.

You were never the type of friends that hug. He isn't one to give physical affection easily, save for Jeongin. He viewed him as a younger brother and treated him as such. But you could only think of a number of times the two of you shared physical contact, except an arm round the shoulder or a ruffle of each other's hair. You could only think of a handful of time the two of you hugged properly.

He smelled of vanilla, clean sheets and rose, and you buried your face into his shoulder as he pulled you closer to him, placing a hand on the back of your head.

"I'm so sorry," he says again, into your hair. "Can we please just forget about it and be friends again?"

You slowly pull away from each other. Friend. That's all he sees you as, apparently.

"Yeah," you say, walking inside your apartment with Hyunjin following. "Friends."

The two of you settled on your couch. You knew it was late, but you didn't care and you weren't tired.

"So," you started, facing Hyunjin on the couch. You pulled your legs up to your chest. "Do you want to talk about what's been going on with you at work?"

Hyunjin looks down, as if he's ashamed. "I...yeah, can we?"

"Of course we can," you say instantly. "What actually happened?"

He sighs, leaning back into your sofa. "It happened on Tuesday. Word got to me about this manager who we only hired, like, last month that he'd been openly racist towards some of our trainees. At first I went about it the right way, you know, going to HR and letting them deal with it. But then, on Wednesday I was walking past some of the practice rooms and I heard someone crying, so I went to see what was going on," he started. "And I found Alexander, one of the boys from the group that's debuting soon, crying. Sobbing his eyes out. It took me ages to calm him down, and when I did he told me that manager had threatened to take him out of the group because he 'wasn't fully Korean' and he 'didn't belong in Kpop."

You listened intently, shocked. Alexander was one of the sweetest trainees ever - you'd spoke to him tonnes, and he didn't deserve to be threatened just because he wasn't fully Korean. He'd grown up in England, his mum was Korean/English and his dad Nigerian and they decided to move to Korea when he was young. He'd told you this one of the days you were getting to know the new trainees with Felix, playing ice breaker games so he could get to know them better.

"I just remember, sitting with him as he struggled to get the words out and being so fucking angry. I kept calm the whole time I was with him, but it was damn hard. I calmed him down, and made sure he was okay and got someone to get his members and take him back to their dorms, giving him the rest of his schedule for the day off. Then, I went up to my office and called for that manager," he continued, taking a sigh and pushing his hair back with his hands. "I told him he was fired. Straight away, without even talking to Chan, I fired him. He blew up on my face, asking why, what the fuck had he done. I told him he had been racist towards trainees and it was intolerable in our company. He said we shouldn't have even let them in in the first place if we didn't want him to act that way, getting all up in my face. And that's when I punched him."

You couldn't read his expression.

"I shouldn't have done it. I know that, but I couldn't stand the smug look on his face, the way he got defensive and angry instantly, and I just couldn't - it reminded me of...I just couldn't let him walk away like that. But I shouldn't have done it. He swung back at me, hence the jaw."

"And your lip," you said, instinctively reaching out to touch it. It was burst, but it had started to heal itself now, the only evidence being the dark red split down the middle of his bottom lip. "He busted you up pretty good."

You take your hand away and Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head. "You should have seen him."

You give him a smile and an eye roll. "So what happened after that?"

"Chan heard us and barged into my office, breaking us apart. I wasn't listening to what he was saying, but he was just shouting at me, and at him. He dragged the manager out, and I walked out the building and sat by the river the rest of the day. It's been hell since then. The manager is trying to press charges against me, but it isn't as black and white as that so HR and the legal team are giving me the worst time and I just...it's not good."

You reach out and take his hands in yours. You don't know why, but the way he looks so ashamed and upset at the whole event breaks your heart. You know Hyunjin's not a bad guy - just did the wrong thing for the right reasons. You run your thumb over the back of his hand instinctively, and he looks up at you with a small smile.

"I'm sure things will work themselves out, Hyunjin. The manager is just as much at fault as you, and if anything I'm glad you realised what was going on with him until it got out of hand. I just feel terrible for Alexander," you say. "It hurts knowing how upset he was."

"Exactly. If I hadn't seen him crying, I wouldn't have gotten so angry about it. But I've been talking to him more recently and he's a great kid. We're setting up a group of staff that are available whenever the idols and trainees need someone to talk to, and he's been doing much better since he started going to that," Hyunjin explains, and you smile.

"Also, don't worry about Chan. He will be angry for a while, but you're one of his best friends. He will understand why you did what you did and forgive you," you say.

"I hope so," Hyunjin sighs. "I've never seen him so angry. And we've not spoke since Thursday, when he sat me down in his office and told me how disappointed he was of me."

Your heart felt heavy. You hated all this fighting and drama, and you just wished things would subside quickly.

"Jesus, it's so late."

You turn on your phone to check the time, and it shows 3:24am. You stretch your limbs out. "Yeah, it is."

"You know, I've just noticed there's no noise tonight," he says. You stay silent for a second and realise he's right.

"It's getting less frequent now," you say with a smile. "Half the time I don't even notice it anymore."

"Can I crash on your couch?" Hyunjin asks. "I don't...I just don't want to go back to mine yet."

You nod, not needing him to explain. You'd always be there for your friends when they need you, just like them.

"Of course you can," you said, getting up to get the spare duvet from the cupboard. You grabbed it and returned to the couch pulling Hyunjin's legs up onto it. He laughed as you placed the duvet over him and tucked him in. He stared up at you with adorable sleepy eyes and a grin.

"Goodnight," he said to you as you walked away to your own room, and you smiled back at him before closing your door and flopping down on your bed. It took you ages to fall asleep, thoughts of the night stirring around in your head.

You at least had some clarity about the way Hyunjin was feeling towards you. He'd gotten jealous seeing you dance with another guy. He'd openly admitted that part of him was starting to see your fake dates as slightly real, and you wondered what that meant. You went over it in your head for a while, before finally falling asleep.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN HERE!

[levi-supreme]

I saw yours and Ceces Thirsty Thursday so, one for each. Never done one!

This one's kind of sweet? You and Levi have been talking about your first time and you're ready so while Levis laying in bed reading you come in, in sexy white lingerie.

The man loses it cause he knows why you're here and the book gets tossed and he's a blushing mess and covers his face with a quiet "fuck" because you are beautiful!

Your response? "Yes Levi, that's exactly what's about to happen."

Anon, I love you and your beautiful brain 🥺 maybe this would be how 'For the First Time' would have gone if reader wasn't having an argument with Levi 😆 Also, this is my third time writing Levi with a virgin reader so, I guess you all really like it hehe.

Characters: Levi x virgin fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, minors and ageless blogs dni. First time, a little kinky, a little fluffy. A lot of pet names. A little pain, a lot of praise. Fingering and safe sex. Soft, gentle Levi here to give you the best time of your life <3 also I apologise for how long this is hahaha.

[03/02/2022] Cross posted to AO3! Read on AO3 here.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, fingers nervously tangling around each other. Fear, excitement, and nervousness bubbled in your stomach like acid. You and Levi had been dating for a while, and you were comfortable with how things went. While Levi wasn't exactly your first boyfriend, he was the first in many other things.

He wasn't the first man you gave your first kiss to, but he was the first to give you a kiss on places other than your lips. He wasn't the first man who held your hand or kissed your fingertips, but he was the first to hold your naked body and fingered your clit. Levi wasn't the first man you cuddled on the bed with, but he was the first to ravish you on the mattress while you clawed hard on the sheets.

You twirled around, looking at your reflection once more. Levi never pressured you into doing anything more than what you were comfortable with, and although Levi always wanted to take it slow, you knew that deep down in you, the day to give Levi your virginity was soon approaching. There was no one else you rather do this with.

"Wear this when you feel ready," Levi said as he shoved a lacy white lingerie set into your shopping basket when you two were shopping months back. White was the colour of purity, innocence and simplicity. It's ironic how a colour of such significance will instead mean how your innocence will be taken away from you. Holding the lingerie, you thought to yourself: Is there a right time to be 'ready'? Yet, you nodded and placed the lacy set into your shopping basket, your mind coming up with different scenarios of how you wished that day will happen.

A knock on the bathroom door brought you back to reality. Levi called out from outside, asking if you were okay because you were taking longer than usual.

"I-I'm almost done, give me a while more—" you hastily answered and splashed your face with icy cold water, brushing your hair and anxiously smelling your own breath. Anxiously gurgling some mouthwash, you put on your bathrobe and headed outside.

Levi was engrossed in his book and didn't realise you approaching him with a nervous look on your face. Heck, Levi didn't even know what he was getting himself into tonight. Flipping a page in his book, you called out his name, mentally preparing yourself. You knew you were ready for this but what about him? Levi didn't respond the first time.

"Levi," you called out again, fingers toying with the silky ribbon and gently pulling it apart. Levi looked up from his book and a soft 'holy fuck' escaped his lips. Looking at you up and down, Levi realised what you were wearing underneath your bathrobe. Although your bathrobe kept most of your body hidden from his view, the hints of white were more than enough to remind him of the meaning behind all these. Levi oddly felt embarrassed and jittery. He suddenly felt unprepared. Suddenly, Levi looked away and covered his face, unable to look at you. You raised an eyebrow and you walked closer to Levi.

"Levi." You said his name again, turning his head around to remove his hands, "look at me, love." Levi remained silent, staring at the hem of your white panties. You gently squeezed his fingers, urging him to look at you. Levi took a deep breath before speaking.

"You sure about this, baby?" The book Levi was reading moments earlier now lay forgotten on his lap. He took your hand and guided you to sit on the mattress. You gave Levi a shy smile and took the book away, placing it by the nightstand. Removing the bathrobe, you dropped it on the floor and stared at Levi. Levi looked at you up and down, a blush soon tinting his cheeks. You both have seen each other like this countless times, but this time around, Levi couldn't control the heat flooding his entire body. He couldn't control the lump forming in his throat nor the anticipation bubbling deep down in him. Levi's fingers absentmindedly stroked your knuckles as you stared hard at him.

"Yes Levi, I'm sure about this." You interlocked your fingers with his and gave him a wider smile. Levi brought your hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. Scooting himself closer, Levi cupped your cheek and seemed to be at a loss for words.

"You look so beautiful in this, it makes me not want to remove it from your body after all," Levi pressed a kiss to your forehead and you chuckled, placing your hand on Levi's.

"I will be very disappointed if that does happen, Levi, we've talked about this so many times already." Bringing yourself closer to Levi, the both of you were only inches apart. The tension was brewing, the fire was slowly burning.

"Uhh. S-so, tonight's the night, then?" Levi stuttered as his lips inched closer to yours, hoping that you weren't hesitating. You interlocked your hands behind Levi's neck.

"Yes Levi, this is exactly what's going to happen."

Without warning, Levi pressed his lips to yours, hugging you close. You closed your eyes, feeling Levi's fingers roam all over your body. Prodding Levi's lower lip with your tongue, Levi gasped as you gently tugged on his hair and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his warm cavern, battling him for dominance. Moaning into the kiss, Levi unclasped your bra and threw it to one side, lowering you down to the mattress. Levi kissed his way from your lips to your neck, letting out a hot breath before pressing wet kisses to your soft skin. You giggled from the ticklish heat and from Levi's slight stubble when his jaw rested on your shoulder.

"That tickles, Levi!" you laughed out loud as Levi held your waist and drew circles on your skin. Levi ignored you and continued assaulting your neck, breathing in the scent of your lotion and leaving his bite marks all over the place. You squirmed around, trying your best to push Levi away but Levi was prepared. He hovered above you and grabbed your hands, pinning you to the mattress. Levi trapped you in between his legs and clenched tight on your hip with his knees.

"Let's see how you're going to escape now," Levi smirked, all prior embarrassment and nervousness were now gone with the wind. Descending lower down your body, Levi engulfed a hardened nipple in his mouth, tongue twirling and teasing the little bud. A whine escaped your lips as you rubbed your legs together, trying to dissipate the heat gathering around your nether region. Levi took his time, slowly drawing circles around your areola while massaging your other breast. You grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling yourself losing your inhibitions. Breaking free from your breast, Levi reached his free hand up to your face, placing two fingers on your lip. You shot him a confused look.

"Suck on them, princess," Levi gazed down at you with hooded eyes, voice dropping an octave lower. Without breaking eye contact, your hands wrapped themselves around Levi's wrist as you brought his fingers closer to your mouth before slowly wrapping your tongue around his digits. You were unsure if you were doing it correctly because you were merely coating Levi's fingers with your saliva and did not know why Levi needed them to be wet. Yet, you kept sucking and licking on his slender fingers, making wet popping noises every time his fingers left your lip. You whined when Levi removed your grip from his wrist, staring at his glistening fingers.

"Why, miss them already?" Levi joked while pulling down your panties, the silky piece joining your bra somewhere. Slowly inserting one finger into your tight entrance, your face scrunched up once you felt the foreign intrusive feeling. Your breath hitched as you unknowingly contracted your muscles.

"A-ah, love—" you gripped the sheets, groaning and panting as Levi pumped his finger in and out of you.

"Relax, princess. Breathe. You're too tense. C'mon, you can do it," Levi massaged your thigh, coaxing you to relax and reminding you to breathe. You listened to Levi and tried to breathe. Breathe in, breathe out, you heard Levi say as his finger never stopped pumping in and out of you. Soon, you felt better, the intrusive feeling became manageable. Levi noticed your face relax and pressed a kiss under the shell of your ear.

"Can I add another finger?" Levi whispered in your ear. Goosebumps started appearing across your skin and you gave Levi a nod. Slowly, Levi added his middle finger but met with some resistance. Your tight cunt wrapped itself around his index finger so snugly it seemed impossible to stretch you further.

"It might hurt, sweetheart. Tell me if you feel pain, okay?" Levi wiped the perspiration from your forehead as he coaxed you again. Levi aligned both fingers by your entrance once more and steadily pushed them in, hearing grunts and moans from your pretty lips.

"L-Levi, it feels kind of weird," you grimaced, unsure if the pain was normal. It wasn't pain in a bad hurtful way, but pain in a weird intrusive way. Curling his fingers, Levi took his time to find that little sweet spot of yours, feeling your spongy walls squelch with every single movement. "Ah! Levi—" you suddenly cried out, grabbing Levi's wrist. It was a fleeting moment, but you thought you felt something different, a feeling that sent a jolt of excitement across your entire body. Levi's eyes lit up as he continued curling your insides.

"How are you feeling?" Levi sensed your breathing getting choppier, your face which previously scrunched up in annoyance now visibly looked different. Levi pressed his thumb on your clit, making you moan out loud.

"G-good, Levi, I feel... good," you managed to mutter, a weird ticklish sensation flooding your senses. Good was an understatement to how you felt, your body felt like it was on fire, your head seemed to be in the clouds. Levi maintained his rhythm, drawing lewd sounds from you. Just then, you felt the familiar feeling of your belly tightening and you knew you were about to experience your first orgasm of the night.

"L-love, I-I'm, uhh—" you grabbed onto Levi's wrist, feeling your entire body spasm and writhe around while Levi was still knuckle-deep into you. Levi prolonged your euphoria by slowing down his pace, watching your breathing calm down. Satisfied, Levi walked over to the nightstand and took out a condom. Removing his shirt and boxers, Levi gave his hard erection a few tugs before tearing the wrapper of the condom and slipping it over his dick.

"Remember, you must tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort, okay?" Levi kneeled down on the mattress and looked at your sweaty state. You nodded your head eagerly, anticipating the moment. Levi slightly prodded your wet entrance with his dick, making sure you weren't feeling any discomfort. Slowly, he pushed himself into your tight cunt, unable to hold back his grunts. You were so fucking tight and your walls hugged his length so snugly, your wetness from your orgasm coupled with the lubricant of the condom made everything easier. You held onto Levi's arms, squirming at the foreign intrusion.

"Ahhh, o-oh my, L-Levi," you panted, feeling the hot muscle sliding further up your entrance. Once Levi entered fully inside you, the both of you remained like this for a long moment, Levi letting you get used to the sensation.

"You feeling okay, princess?" Levi stroked your thighs soothingly. You nodded, adjusting your hips. You wrapped your legs around Levi's waist, interlocking your ankles behind his back. The closeness caused Levi to thrust slightly deeper into you and the both of you simultaneously groaned. "C-can I move?" Once more, you nodded after Levi's question. Levi retracted his hip slowly before entering you again, making sure he wasn't hurting you. Levi revelled in the feeling of your tight walls contracting around him, throwing back his head once he bottomed out in you again.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good," Levi started gaining speed when he didn't hear you complain about any aches or pain. Soon, Levi was thrusting into you at a steady speed, panting and grunting with each move of his hip. You lay on the mattress and massaged your own breasts, rolling your nipples with your fingertips. Levi felt incredible in you too, the way he stretched you inside and made you feel filled. With every thrust from Levi, you felt yourself getting closer to another release.

"Levi, mmm, s-so amazing," you muttered incoherently as you felt a certain tingle in your core again. Levi grabbed your hips and started thrusting faster. "Oh, y-yes! Mmm, yes, Levi! Ahh—" sinful moans escaped your mouth as Levi picked up speed, pounding into you with a burning need. Levi could tell you were close to your release from the way your face looked.

"Go on, cum for me, princess," Levi panted as he thrust deep into you, his balls smacking your ass every time he moved. You suddenly jerked and let out a cry as you felt your entire body contract, your hips gyrating down on Levi. Levi let out a long string of vulgarities before letting out a hiss, ceasing all movement to lean his forehead on your shoulder. The room was silent except for your messy breathing.

"Oh god, that feels amazing, Levi, thank you." You giggled through closed eyes, lovingly stroking Levi's arm. Levi chuckled and pushed himself off you, taking off the condom and discarding it into the trash bin.

"Trust me, it feels better without the condom, but we'll leave it for next time." Levi came back to the bed and sat down next to you.

"How do you feel?" Levi held your hand.

"Fantastic, never better. If I knew having sex with you felt so good, I would have done this with you a lot sooner." Levi playfully ruffled your hair and hooked your arm around his shoulder. Lifting you up, Levi carried you to the bathroom.

"Holy crap, I feel so sore down there," you grimaced as Levi put you down on the toilet seat.

"It's normal. Just rest more and walk less," Levi turned on the shower and started washing you up, taking extra care to wash your intimates properly. Once you two were done, Levi wiped you dry and carried you to the bed. You snuggled against Levi's chest and hugged him tightly, whispering endless 'thank you's and 'I love you's. Levi didn't speak much, he just kissed your forehead and tugged you in for the night.

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fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

~~~~

Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

~~~~

It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

~~~~

Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."