#then they just wake up in the morning to find he managed to worm his way between them in bed

[captaincrowe]

Anyway, after watching the Wicked movie again, I think my ideal outcome of the love triangle in a canon divergence scenario is "Gelphie and their free-range boytoy Fiyero who comes and goes as he pleases."

[freyito]

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✭ pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, jiaoqiu, moze, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader

✩ in which: you wake up next to them.

✧ a/n: for those who have read my works since i first started writing, i made a little masterpost on the mk(1) boys nightly rotuines... i figured id do one for hsr men since my mk hyperfixation died and is buried 6ft under... and i might do one for the hsr men nighttime routines but for now... wakey wakey

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 3.9k

⎯ Aventurine

Ever the gambler, AVENTURINE even takes a gamble on waking up in the morning. He can set as many alarms as he wants, but he always sleeps in. He finds any excuse to cuddle up next to you and enjoy your warmth for a minute, or even an hour more. He doesn’t mind coming into work late, he always finds a way to slip out of write-ups.

You’ve lost count of how many alarms went off by now, as annoying as it was. Still, despite how important Aventurine was, he’s cuddled up against your back, hands gripping your clothes tightly as if you’d dare to wiggle out of his arms. You could remind him, again and again, that he needs to go, that he has a meeting that day, or a certain deadline, and he’ll just groan and say that his superiors can handle him being gone for another hour or so.

When you do manage to convince him to get up and start the day, he does everything with such reluctance. Forget his rank, forget all of it, he’d much rather spend several more hours in bed with you, even when the sun dips low. He’s slow to put on his uniform, asking you the most mundane of questions, with answers he already knows. He skips out on breakfast at hope, douses himself in that expensive cologne that makes you have to distance yourself until he leaves, and wires you enough money to buy the entire menu from the cafe you mentioned you liked in passing.

⎯ Dr. Ratio

The early bird gets the worm, as they say, and VERITAS is no exception to the saying. Considering work has him busy, he’s thoughtful enough to leave you to sleep, if you are not accustomed to a sleep schedule like his. He tends to wake up early, to give himself enough time to prepare himself for the day. He likes to be thorough, check over his lesson plan for the day, make sure he made no mistakes the day before (although he rarely needs to revise it).

While on the outside, he seems cold and uncaring, on the inside he’s flustering himself with how much he worries about you. He knows he will see you later in the day, when you’ll bring him his lunch, or after his lectures, but some part of leaving just unsettles him. Not that he believes you’d be in danger if you were gone, but more so how you take care of yourself. Of course he knows you’re capable, but some part in him wants to make sure.

So, before he leaves, right when you wake up, he does his best to cook a filling breakfast. Most of the times, Ratio has to put it in some tupperware and save it for later at work, but there are very rare occasions that he gets to enjoy the meal with you. He always makes more– “it was an accident, nothing more,” he’ll say, shaking his head, stoic as ever. But you know it wasn’t– and shovel it onto your plate, it’s his own love language. 

⎯ Boothill

BOOTHILL is an early riser. It’s a habit that was ingrained in him since he was knee high. Granted, he doesn’t need much sleep, and he isn’t around as often as you’d like. He doesn’t stay in one place for long, and he really only swings by your apartment once or twice every month. But that doesn’t mean he’ll sleepover, if only for a night.

Despite the fact that he wakes up even hours before you, he decides to let you sleep. Sometimes he’ll stay in bed as long as you are, soaking in the peaceful sight, one that he’s never afforded himself until you came along. He reaches out ever so tentatively, as if he’ll feel your warm skin underneath his finger tips, but all it earns him is a shudder and your face scrunching. And when you wake up, he’s in such a hurry to pretend he wasn’t watching you sleep, mumbling apologies like he’s disturbed you.

When he’s not watching over you, Boothill enjoys cooking. He might’ve lost his taste and stomach a while ago, but he’s still an excellent chef. For all he can’t eat, he loves cooking. And he believes one of the best ways of waking up is to have a hearty breakfast. While you catch up on your sleep (most likely because he showed up at your apartment late into the night scuffed and bloody(?), acting like nothing happened), he’s making the most heavenly smelling pancakes ever, humming some old country tune to himself. If you dare get up to see what he’s cooking, he shoos you back to bed, tutting and claiming that you’re ruining the surprise, as if he doesn’t do this every time.

⎯ Gallagher

For such a busy man, GALLAGHER tends to sleep a lot. Or perhaps, too little. His schedule is always fluctuating, which means he’s up early and home late. It’s unfair, you think. Most of the time he’ll come home all quiet, settle on a snack, and then sneak into bed, and pull you up close. Half the time he doesn’t even care about his clothes, opting to take off his vest and shirt and throw them on the floor. He’ll worry about the laundry later.

That being said, it’s often a gamble if you’ll see him in the morning or not. He wakes up quite early, and as much as he’d love to spend time with you, cuddle up, and go straight back to sleep, he has to at least look presentable for the next time he’s called in. Most of the time, he accidentally wakes you up when he gets up to shower, but you settle back in quite comfortably. 

Most of the time, he’ll have to leave right after his shower. So he’ll do his best to be quiet as a mouse, sneak in, and press a kiss to your forehead, before starting his day. But on the days he can sleep in, or when he doesn’t have work… he climbs right back into bed. The scent of his body wash rolls over you, in the near-overpowering sandalwood haven it is. He’ll wrap his arm around your waist, pull you impossible closer, and nuzzle into your neck. If you are awake by that time, he urges you to go back to sleep. ‘5 more minutes’, he’ll grumble, and in possibly record speed, he’s out like light. His arm loosens ever so slightly, as he snores away until his thirteenth alarm goes off.

⎯ Sunday

As a stickler for schedules, it’s no surprise that SUNDAY has a strict morning routine. He wakes up at 7 AM system time, 6 AM being too early, and 8 AM being too late. Of course, he encourages you to do the same. You get used to it with time.

He likes to start with a shower, of course. Something intimate with you, yet so normal. He does not mind spending an hour in the shower, but with his station, he cannot. So unfortunately, he has to cut such time short. But he makes sure to soak in every single minute left in the morning with you. A nice breakfast and some tea, as he chats away about his ‘chores’ for the day, what matters he is attending to, whether or not it is a day in the office or out and about. 

Regardless of how busy his day is, Sunday makes sure you know that you are in every waking thought of his. A kiss and a hug at the door, and he’s on his way. You can see some flicker of sorrow as he leaves, as if it is something to grieve over, not being by your side for a minute longer. But alas, to achieve and infinite amount of sundays, he cannot afford to make room in his schedule for more down time. 

⎯ Argenti

ARGENTI never ceases to look as heavenly as ever, even in his sleep. However, he has quite a strict schedule he sticks to, something that manifested when his master started training him. He has quite the strict schedule: wake up early, shower, enjoy his breakfast, and start training, unless he has somewhere to be. 

However, he does allow him so rest days, where he sleeps just a little longer, and allows himself more spare time. Very rarely do you catch him asleep when you wake up, and most mornings when he does ‘sleep in’, you often wake up to him gazing down at you. His head propped up by his hand, hair cascading down his shoulders. He could even miss out on several hours of sleep or perhaps even the entire night, and still look angelic. He greets you with a soft smile and a huff, his fingers brushing against your cheeks, as he waits for you to properly wake up.

And once you’re ready to get up, he’s ready to start the day. Anything you do, he's practically following you around like a lost puppy. When you make breakfast, you're either watching over his shoulder, or he is. He never skips out on a chance to dance in the kitchen, making something that was normally a spectacle regulated, and yet, it still feels as intimate as it does the very first time he pulled you into his arms.

⎯Sampo Koski

SAMPO KOSKI needs his beauty sleep. Granted, his sleeping schedule varies based on his business. Sometimes he needs to rob someone blind in the early hours of the morning, or his clients want to meet way past his bedtime. He’ll huff and puff and complain about it, but he always makes time to curl up in your arms like a poor little stray kitten.

When he is finally free of his dreaded work (his path in life that HE chose), he sleeps in quite late. Most of the time, he wants to enjoy the time he has left with you, pout and complain about how hard his job is (again, a career HE CHOSE). He has a lot to say when he (or you) wake up, only because he’s missed talking casually, and most of all, he’s missed you. His jobs and clients have him acting all proper, putting on some other character than he truly is for his clients. While there are some acts he likes… sometimes he just wants to break character and get his clients to buy whatever piece of junk he’s stolen.

Despite all his yapping, he truly enjoys the time he gets with you, even if most of it is him keeping you in bed. He pulls you up close to his chest if you even dare to move, burying his face in the crook of your neck and muttering pathetic little ‘don’t leave’s and the like. When you look down at him he’s just so tired, his eyebags are somehow seven times darker and he’s lost all that luster in his eyes. But you know he’s putting on an act. When you get up, he’ll be crawling to your side in no time.

⎯ Jing Yuan

Ah, the Dozing General. Who better to wake up with? While JING YUAN has to be up early, he doesn’t skip out on any time that could be spent with you. When his first alarm goes off, he’s quick to snooze it, rolling over and throwing his arm over your waist, pulling you closer. He’s used to waking up this early, of course, but he doesn’t like to miss out on those precious 30 minutes where he’s holding you close, uninterrupted. You’re accustomed to this schedule, as well. Wake up; but not really, spend the next moments cuddling, and then start your day.

As the Divine Foresight, he doesn’t get as much leisure time as he’d like, or days off. He could spend all day in bed, really, spoiling himself (as he sees it) to high heavens. But unfortunately, there is work that needs to be done, and he needs to start his day. And (un)fortunately, he quite enjoys dragging you along. A nice walk in the garden before he truly starts the day is a sign of a peaceful day. With you by his side, half-awake or not.

That being said, he does so because he wishes to spend every possible moment he has with you. His station means his workload will be unpredictable, and while he wishes that all days would be mundane, that wish will never come true. So, spending the first thirty minutes to several hours of his morning with you is what he rewards himself with. A nice meal and a good bath sets him in the right mood, being simply a step away at most in the morning. 

⎯ Blade

BLADE doesn’t sleep well in general. Often times he’s woken up at all hours in the night by things he won’t share– “It’s childish.” is what he says, with a huff. Nightmares. It’s nightmares. He doesn’t have much of a reaction to them anymore, aside from grumbling and complaining quietly, which is normal. As much as he tries to go back to sleep, he simply can’t most of the time, opting to do something to keep his mind and hands busy, as sleep deprived as he is.

You tend to be met with his back when you wake up, tense as ever. When he can’t find something to do, he settles on meditation, which does nothing to calm the voices and ‘vengeance’ that addles his mind. It does too little for him, his mind always circling back to what could have been. The minute you shift in bed, he snaps out of it quickly, looking back at you with his unreadable gaze. 

Most of the time, if you ask him to lay down with you, he will, as long as he doesn’t have an assignment he needs to be on. For all his sharp edges, he’s quite… dull when it comes to you. Perhaps it’s the many years he’s faced that’s made him lose his luster, or simply his own undoing. Yet, somehow, when you pull him in close, he relaxes ever so slightly. Perhaps not all the way, but it’d take you a couple more years to break down his walls completely. You could sleep for another three hours and he’d at least get time to close his eyes and let his mind rest; something he desperately needs.

⎯ Luocha

While LUOCHA’s “work” has him up quite early, well into the AMs. Of course, with all the traveling he’s done, his sleep schedule varies, and it’s not like he gets to spend as much time as he’d like with you, but you tag along all the same. He could be awake at 3AM system time and you’d be sound asleep until 10AM, and somehow, he’d still look as handsome as ever. You’re starting to feel a little jealous.

Still, he makes time to greet you in the morning. Aside from being a merchant, he is, of course, a healer, and he wants to make sure you're sleeping right. And, perhaps to catch up, if he has been gone for a few days. After all, not only does physical health matter, but mental, as well. A quick little chat, maybe some tender touches, and a hearty meal that he’s brought from the markets is quite enough mental stimulation, yes?

Sometimes, it seems he disagrees, choosing to crawl in bed alongside you, even if you chose to wake up properly. He’ll play with your hair, whisper sweet nothings to you, or simply just stare and smile. He doesn’t get to be affectionate often, either, and often that need for human touch culminates, which leads to those impromptu cuddling sessions in the morning.

⎯ Jiaoqiu

As a healer, JIAOQIU wants to make sure you (and him) maintain a normal, healthy sleep schedule. Unless he’s on an emergency call, he tends to wake up at a mostly normal time, between 8-10 AM. Of course, he wakes you up with him, wanting to start his day off right with your pretty face.

He wakes you up oh so sweetly for a man with such a scheming smile. His fingers glide over your skin, pushing your hair behind your ear, using such a sweet voice, one so sweet that it makes your teeth ache. And when you're finally properly awake, he’s all too excited to rush off to the kitchen, like a giddy child. 

Of course, what’s a morning without Jiaoqiu without some breakfast? When you return from your shower, the kitchen is alive with his cooking, the sounds of sizzling and smells of spices (what else?) a delightful concoction. What is he cooking? Ji dan bing, a fulfilling breakfast. While you are the only person he cuts down the spice for, the food still has enough kick to make you make a face. Of course, his plate smells so spicy that it makes you recoil, which earns a chuckle from the Foxian.

⎯ Moze

Most of the time, MOZE sneaks into your shared bed by the morning, seeing as most of his work is carried out during the night. By the time he’s settled in bed, it’s around the time you wake up. It’s a peaceful sight, really. You’re so used to him scowling or simply not emoting, that when you wake up to his face, tranquil as ever, it makes your heart flutter.

Of course, that does not last. He is up within the first couple of seconds you stare too long, easily woken by any simple rustling. The feeling of someone’s eyes on him means one thing: danger. And he unfortunately hasn’t shaken that habit. However, he has grown used to the fact that it’s you staring at him in the morning hours, and thankfully you are spared a knife to your throat.

He jolts awake with a disgruntled groan, his eyes darting over your features, taking in as much information as he can in his hazy mind state, as if he hadn’t seen your face a thousand times over. Once he is satisfied with the fact that it’s you, he lays back down with a huff, before pulling you down with him. You may have the day to start, but he would like at least a couple more moments in bed with you, he’s stubborn that way.

⎯ Dan Heng

With his days off, DAN HENG tends to enjoy lounging. If not lounging, then reading, and if not reading, then cleaning. But most of the time, since you came back from the Xianzhou Loufu, he’s been sleeping in an awful lot. You're often the first to wake up, or at least, the first to get out of bed.

Most of the time, you sleep in with him, happy to get a couple extra minutes to a couple hours more of sleep. It’s a nice moment of peace and quiet after the amount of missions you two have been on, while March and the Trailblazer updates you on what’s happening wherever they are. Still, sometimes sleeping in gets kind of boring. So while Dan Heng catches on some much needed sleep (and alone time), you busy yourself with cleaning around the express, helping Pom-Pom with certain tasks, and even doing your best to cook up some breakfast.

When you bring your expert attempt at pancakes back to you and Dan Heng’s room, he perks up. He goes from sulking to practically beaming (or what you can consider beaming, you get a soft smile nonetheless), and digs in eagerly. It seems like enough to energize him for a couple of days, pushing away what had happened on the Loufu to the furthest reaches of his mind.

⎯ Gepard

GEPARD does not get much time in the mornings with you or himself. As captain of the guard, he has to be up early, and on call whenever the need arises. While it is very rare that he is called to dispatch an issue in the middle of the night, he is often reluctant to simply leave you in the morning. Of course, he won’t wake you for his own selfish reasons, he just simply wishes he could get more time to enjoy your presence in the morning.

As quietly as he tries to move, somehow he always wakes you up, or perhaps that's what your sleep cycle has gotten used to. Oftentimes, you wake up when he’s taking his shower, his soft humming rising over the sound of water. You know he only does this when he believes he is alone or heard, and every single time, you can’t help but think of it as cute. But you won’t tell him you heard it.

Most of the time you stay up so you can say goodbye to Gepard and tell him to have a good day, while he stumbles over excuses that he doesn’t need. He’s adorable in all his fluster, before he finally collects himself with a deep breath. He promises he’ll see you at the end of the day, and that he’ll bring some dinner home from one of your favorite restaurants.

⎯ Caelus

What adventure with CAELUS drag you on next? That’s a constant question that haunts your mind every time an adventure is done. The most sleep you get is on the Express, in between missions. In the morning’s, he wakes up with such determination, it’s almost impressive. He could have the worst sleep of his life and he wakes up raring to go.

Of course, he does his best not to wake you if you aren’t up. In fact, he’ll do his best to be as quiet as possible, sneaking out of the room, and even tip-toeing down the cabins. Like any little movement will wake his precious partner up. However, sometimes, when he’s feeling a little clingy, he’ll cuddle back in bed and pull you really close, refusing to let go unless you need to do something.

On the occasion you guys are out on a mission, he is the complete opposite. He could wake up well into the noon and groan and complain about not getting enough sleep, even if he slept like a baby. Of course, he wants to get on with his adventures, but at the same time, the hotel’s bed is soooo comfy, and he doesn’t want to leave. Which, he’ll keep you there too until he���s fully awake, spooning you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

⎯ Welt

On his days off, which seems to be most days now, WELT sleeps in only a little. Mornings with him are nothing short of intimate, simply laying there in each others arms, muttering sweet words. Truth be told, he enjoys these quiet moments, even if they push back the work he has to get done around the Express.

Still, no one's complaining, right? The work he has to get done will get done eventually, and he can spare a couple hours for his beloved. He cherishes every stolen second, as the hours tick away, his fingers trailing over your skin, before cupping your face. Framing his entire world in his palm.

However, you can’t stay in bed forever. Unfortunately, you do have to get up, and start your day. Welt won’t leave your side, though. Not if he can help it, at least. You two share a shower together, some more words, of course, and even cook together afterwards. Pom Pom huffs and puffs about not only Welt, but you being late and taking too long, and how the Express is founded on the structure of the schedule. It’s okay, however, because Pom Pom will be thanking you two for your hard work (sweeping the other cabins, cleaning the windows, and vacuuming the carpet) at the end of the day.

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[somanyratsinthewalls]

Congratulations on 700 followers Mo 😖💗....I really LOVE reading your fanfics☺️

I was kindly requesting Navy hummingbird and sloth please

Eeeek thank you so much for reading! I hope you like this one! (Honestly? I kind of wrote this with the thought of it being Burning Hearts, my Law series, adjacent.) Needy Law is so cuuuuute!

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Prompt/Trope: Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac x Somnophilia 

WC: 1900

Warnings: oral, sex pollen affects, somnophilia without discussion but let’s assume they have (don’t worry we’re cool!) unprotected sex, p in v sex, prone bone, creampies and breeding baby!

Happy Anniversary, Baby (18+)

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Law was a composed man. Over time, you had managed to worm your way through his hardened exterior to reach his nerdy, compassionate, caring center. Even as he opened up to you, he was still methodical about most things, including sex. He had the motions to make you orgasm down to a science at this point, making sure you were pleased far more than worrying about his own release. He always pulled out. He was the doctor who prescribed your birth control for god’s sake but he insisted on being careful anyway. Even if you begged him to finish inside, he was stubborn. You would never complain about your relationship with Law, he was just the way you liked him. 

Law was up early one morning going over paperwork at his desk. He couldn’t sleep any longer and didn’t want to wake you from your peaceful slumber by tossing and turning, so he decided to get some work done. 

After an hour or so of being engrossed in his work, Law glances at the calendar hanging on his office wall. Todays date had little pink hearts drawn around it in gel pen, by your hand of course. 

“Oh shit.” 

Law had forgotten about your anniversary. 

He had to think of something fast, preferably before you woke up. You were always telling him he worked too much so he couldn’t imagine the ass-chewing he would receive if you found out he forgot your anniversary. 

“Flowers…” He mumbles as he rises from his desk and leaves his office. He headed down the hall to the large closet you had converted into a makeshift greenhouse for your beloved hydroponic garden. 

He rips open the metal door and is hit in the face with moist air and the refreshing smell of greenery. The walls and center of the room were completely covered in carefully curated small plants, vegetables, flowers, and ferns. Law steps in and closes the door behind him. 

“She likes yellow…” Law mutters to himself as he finds himself overwhelmed by all the flowers around him. He was a doctor, not a botanist, he had no idea what any of these plants were so he just decided to choose something in your favorite color. 

He walked up to a large bush on the left side of the room that had unique-looking yellow flowers blossoming all over it. He thought this would be as good as any so he reached out his hand to pluck at the stem of one of the blooms. 

Just as he wrapped his tattooed fingers around the plant, the flower released a puff of yellow pollen right in his face. Law jerks backwards. The particles fly up into his sinuses and causes an uncomfortable tickle. 

“Ah- ACHOO!” Law sneezes violently which triggers the rest of the flowers on the bush to release their own supply of pollen into the air, clouding his vision and irritating his nose further. 

Law covers his face and rubs his eyes, trying to brush any remaining flower pollen off of him. 

“Must be some kind of natural defense mechanism… fuck that.” Law gripes as he wipes the last remnants of the pollen from his tired face. 

Law catches his breath and chooses to abandon this particular, aggravating plant. He spies a rosebush in the corner of the room. He knows what those are for sure, and as long as he doesn’t prick himself on the thorns, it should be less of a challenge to harvest them. 

Law walks over to the rosebush and begins snipping off the beautiful yellow blossoms, keeping the stems just long enough to put in a vase. Once he had around a dozen roses, he left the greenhouse room to find suitable container for the flowers in the kitchen. 

Rooting around in the kitchen cabinets, Law struggles to find anything nice enough for an anniversary bouquet. 

He wipes sweat from his brow and realizes that he’s been having to do it every few moments… why was he so sweaty? Was the boiler on the fritz again? He made a mental note to check the furnace on the ship after he gave you your gift. Law ignores the heat creeping up through him and continues searching the cabinets. 

He is pushing coffee mugs aside just as he notices the warm feeling become even more intense. Sweat was beading at his temples. 

“Fuck…” Law grunts and abandons his quest briefly so he can pour himself a glass of water. He chugs the entire cup in a few gulps and slams it back onto the kitchen counter. His jeans felt tight now. He looks down. His dick was fully hard, straining against the thick fabric of his pants. 

“What the hell…” Law had no idea what was happening to him. He was normally so in control of his faculties, but he now found himself painfully erect for no reason at all. He felt more droplets of sweat trickle down from his scalp to his neck. He grips the countertop and hangs his head, breathing heavily. 

It had to be that plant. He had no other logical explanation for the ache in his crotch and the uneasiness he was feeling in his head. The water didn’t help. He needed your help. You knew everything about the plants in there and would know exactly what to do to make the effects stop. 

Great, Law thought. Not only did he blow off your anniversary, he might have severely injured himself in the process… once again he wins the “Shittiest Boyfriend in the Grand Line” award. You were going to kill him, and at this point Law was so uncomfortable that he would probably let you. He abandons the flowers strewn across the kitchen counter and heads to your shared bedroom, desperate to find a cure to his ailment but also apprehensive of your reaction to his idiocy. 

He pushes open the bedroom door and quietly slips in, so he wouldn’t startle you if you were still sleeping. Before he has a chance to even form the words he wanted to use to explain himself to you, he was stopped in his tracks by your sleeping form. 

You had tossed all the covers off your body since Law had left, and you were laying on your back snoozing peacefully. Arms stretched over your head, Law’s bright yellow t-shirt emblazoned with his Jolly Roger was the only article of clothing you had on. You looked so serene, lost in your dreams, little snores escaping your parted dry lips… but Law could only focus on one thing. His t-shirt had ridden up and your thighs were spread, perfectly exposing your naked sex to him. 

Law felt his entire heartbeat in his cock now. Your plump, outer pussy lips looked so delicious, so kissable, and all Law could think about now was burying his tongue in you as you slept. Without thinking, Law unzips his pants and steps out of them when they fall to the floor, hissing as his dick finally has more room to breathe. He was no longer in control of himself, he could almost smell you from across the bedroom. He needed to have you now. 

He shouldn’t! The last of his sanity was pulling at his brain, begging him to just wake you up and ask you how to diffuse the effects of the flower’s pollen… but your naked cunt before him was just too much to resist any longer. 

Still feeling hot, Law strips himself completely, hat included. His hands tremble with need and tension as he tries to delicately settle himself on the bed between your legs, not wanting to wake you up. He would have a small taste and then let you rest… just one little lick…

He couldn’t help it. He immediately latched his whole mouth around your sex and laves his tongue up from the bottom of your hole to the top of your clit. 

“Hnnnhhh…” You whimper and shift in your sleep. 

“Mmmm…” Law groans into your pussy as your sweet taste helps alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling in his body. He can’t help but hump his hard cock into the mattress below the two of you, no doubt leaking pre and staining the sheets. 

Law notices you begin to stir and squirm underneath his touch, so he gently places his hands on your thighs to keep you still while he lapped at your pussy as if he was desperately parched and your body was an oasis. Becoming increasingly aroused, more of your slick leaked out of your hole into Law’s mouth which he greedily slurped up. The familiar flavor of you made his eyes roll back. He needed more. 

Law pushes himself up and positions himself on his knees between your legs. He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times harshly before lining himself up with your weeping hole. 

“I’m sorry baby…” Law whispers as he pushes himself into you. 

“Oh…” You sigh and your eyelids start to flutter. 

Without giving you time to wake up, Law sets a punishing pace with his hips and hammers into your wet cunt. Your breasts bounce freely underneath Law’s t-shirt and you rub your eyes involuntarily. 

“L-Law?” You sleepily say as you gain consciousness and realize he’s on top of you and balls deep inside of you. You thought you were just having a sex dream but you were shocked to find your partner waking you up with his cock. 

“Needed you now… Had to take you… You looked so fucking good and I just couldn’t stop…” Law grunts out as he thrusts into you with everything he has. 

“Fuck… feels so good…” You whimper out, sleep still heavy in your mind. 

“Shit, I’m gonna-“ Law huffs out before you feel him press hard into you. You then get the unfamiliar feeling of him shooting a heavy load inside of your walls. 

“D-did you r-really just-“ You stutter. You feel his member still twitching and hard inside of you. 

“Fuck why won’t it go down?” Law grits his teeth. 

“W-what?” Before you had time to question him further, Law picks you up by your waist and man handles you onto your stomach, spreading your legs again to make room for him. He pulls your hips up and presses his dick inside you again, your tender hole seeping white liquid out and coating him. 

“Shit! Law!” You moan as you feel him hit your favorite spot from behind. He picks up a brutal pace as he fucks you. “S-slow down, babe!” You try to push a hand back on his abs to quell his fervor. “I’m gonna-“

“C-can’t… I can’t! Fuck!” Law huffs as he grips your hips impossibly tight, surely leaving marks. You had never seen this animalistic side of your boyfriend and you couldn’t help how much it turned you on. You felt yourself hurtling towards the edge of orgasm embarrassingly quickly for someone who had just woken up. 

“AH!” You yelp into the pillow below you as you cum, hard. 

“Yes baby, this pussy is so fucking good, squeezing me so tight…” 

You were a babbling mess as Law’s heavy thrusts send you into overstimulation. 

“Gotta fucking fill you again, want you to drip for days…”

You whimper in response. 

“Yeah you’re mine baby, all mine… gonna stuff you so fucking good… FUCK-“ Law almost shouts as you feel more hot liquid filling your insides, surely leaking out around his member. 

Law rides out his second orgasm with a few more deep thrusts before he collapses over you and nuzzles his face between your shoulder blades. 

Finally feeling relieved, Law pulls out of you tenderly before flopping on his back next to you on the bed, out of breath. You turn to your side and snuggle into him as he wraps his arms around you. 

“Happy Anniversary?” Law says tentatively.

“Happy Anniversary indeed. Was that my present?” You giggle. 

“I cut you some flowers, left them in the kitchen, though.” Law says as he strokes your hair. 

“Wait… what flowers?!” You raise your voice as your head shoots up off his chest. 

xx

Mo

[tragedybunny]

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader

First part - here

Weary and embarrassed you try to put distance between yourself and Astarion. But you slowly come to realize things are changing between the two of you.

Astarion is gone when you wake up, probably out hunting, and you breathe a sigh of relief. At least you won't be able to embarrass yourself further. Throwing yourself at him, being refused by him of all people, forcing him to let you into his tent to calm down, and that nonsense you'd spouted, gods he must've been so annoyed with you. 

All he wanted from you was a bit of fun, some enjoyable interludes during this journey you'd found yourselves on. You weren't so naive that you thought there was more to it. Yet he'd somehow found a little place in your heart. Which you had stupidly exposed to him last night with that stars in the sky drivel. If he kept his distance from now on, you'd know why. 

Head pounding from the wine, you fumble around for your boots. Slipping them on, you hurry back to your tent, and throw yourself under the covers, glad you didn't run into Astarion. The rest of the night is filled with fitful sleep, the drink making you nauseous and your memories driving you almost to tears. When the sun at last rises, the camp awakens muted and somber. Unable to face him, you wait until the scent of breakfast fills the air to finally leave your tent. 

Naturally he's somehow right there. "Good morning Darling," even he seems muted after everything, probably worried you'll be all over him again, "feeling better?"

"A little, sorry for the trouble last night," you murmur hastily, trying not to look at him before rushing off, unable to make yourself listen to his conciliatory response. 

Breakfast and breaking camp take far longer than they should and your solemn crew takes to the road that leads beyond the monastery to the shadow cursed lands much later than they should. As seems to be your fate though, not even a simple road is easy, and a group of undead bar the way. Body and mind aching, you fumble through the fight, spells missing their target, and reactions slowed. You don’t see the monster that’s crept up on you until it’s nearly too late to dodge its flailing attack. Suddenly the earth lurches and you’re facing the dirt. Panic constricts your chest, death is so close, even all you managed to overcome wasn't enough. Rolling, you try to get your feet under you, and find your assailant hovering over you. Your lungs inhale what is likely your final breath and you tense just a crossbow bolt sprouts from its forehead. It stumbles back and Karlach’s axe removes its head from its body. 

Most of the gory sight is blocked from your view as Astarion appears over you, crossbow back over his shoulder, pale hand outstretched and brow furrowed. “Are you alright my Dear?”

You wince and take his hand, twice as humiliated as before. Reaching a sitting position, you stop, your body unwilling to go further. Everything from the Nautiloid, to the Creche, to making a fool of yourself, bears down on you, and it’s all too much. One win at the Grove amongst a tide of wounding losses. Hands rub at your eyes to push away the tears. “Sweetheart,” Astarion is suddenly crouching next to you, brushing your hair out of your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, pulling away from that touch that you want to be real affection so badly. 

“You look exhausted.” Before you can protest, he’s turning to the rest of the group. “We should stop for the night.”

“Tsk'va, we’ve barely made progress,” Lae’zel snaps, any good humor she's developed gone for the moment, “we still have worms in our head, did you forget that whilst basking in the sun.” 

His eyes narrow for a moment, and he looks like he’ll shout back, but he contains it. “We’ve all had a hard time, and we’re in rough shape. Let’s get some rest and start fresh in the morning.” 

They don’t need to be told he’s talking about you, collapsed in the dirt, and you can feel their eyes turn on you. “That sounds eminently reasonable," Gale chimes in and the rest assent.

"Let's go find a nice spot," Karlach says brightly, taking Wyll by the hand and leaving the main road. 

The others follow in their wake until just the two of you are left. Reluctantly, you start to get your feet under you, feeling as weary as he says you were, and silently start off towards them. The crunch of his boots tell you Astarion is just behind you, a small mercy as he can't see the state you're in. Your chest aches, you can't seem to banish the tears that keep threatening, and nothing feels like it has a point anymore. When you catch up with the others, they're already setting camp for the night, with Gale prepping dinner with as much cheer as he can muster and the others barely speaking at all. The whole of it seems like too much and you collapse on a log near the fire, Astarion joining you seconds later. 

Shifting closer, he looks like he's about to speak when the sounds of an argument draws your attention and he just sighs instead. "The Underdark is backtracking, a waste of time and dangerous." Lae’zel is shouting at Shadowheart. 

"Well it might deter the interference of your people," she returns.

"That is a point, this road is already dangerous," Halsin chimes in. 

"What do you think," Wyll has wandered over from setting up his tent and turned to you. For the second time today, your whole group is looking to you, only this time they're expecting that leadership you've shown them this whole journey. 

"I…" you just can't find it in you.

"Gods," Astarion growls, "can you all not make one simple decision without her? She's tired and you're putting this on her. It's bad enough you expect her help solving all your petty problems."

"But it's fine if it's your petty problems, right Astarion," Gale accuses, his face dark. You know his problem is far from petty. 

"Say that again," Astarion hisses and does something you've never seen him do to one of your companions, he snarls and bares his fangs. 

"Astarion," you scold, stirred from your stupor finally and he gives you a wounded look. "Let's just get some dinner in everyone. Then we can discuss the Underdark." They need you, it would hardly do to give up now. 

"Right, you heard the lady, give her some space until dinner is done," Karlach waves them off and gives you a wink. 

Part of you expects Astarion to be angry with you for the reproach but instead he gently takes your hands in his. "How about I get the tent set up, you can rest before dinner. Or you could stay there the whole night, you don't owe them an answer." 

The tent, your mind reels. It's his tent and he's never been fond of anyone infringing on his space. Is he still feeling sorry for you? You cringe, and pull your hands from his. "I can stay in my own tent."

"Oh," he seems to shrink in on himself. "I had been wondering since you were gone when I got back last night. Did I do something wrong? I admit I'm new to having someone close like that.” His voice is quiet and unsure, and nothing like what you’re used to. “Or maybe it's my temperature, I know I'm not exactly very warm," he offers and laughs somewhat awkwardly.

"I just don't want to…" For the first time today, you really look at him, and you don't see the same Astarion you've been traveling with. His eyes are wide and soft, his expression full of hope and longing and not scorn for the world around him. You find his hands where you left them, as though waiting for yours. Something has changed, something that makes your heart flutter and chases away the darkness of your thoughts. You were going to say pretend; pretend he wanted you there, pretend you didn't make an idiot out of yourself; but that doesn't feel right anymore. "Impose," you slide your hands back into his and small smile ghosts over his features. 

"Love, I told you last night, you're not imposing. Well you were very drunk," a small kiss on your cheek makes you flush, “perhaps you don’t remember.” 

“Some rest is probably a good idea,” you admit, giving in to the ethereal moment that seems to be burgeoning between the two of you. 

He squeezes your hands before letting them go. “I told you so,” his usual smirk is back in place but it’s softer than before. 

While he’s gone you try to temper yourself, this could be temporary, and you should focus on your very grim situation, your losses and setbacks are still real. But it all vanishes the moment he’s leading you back to the tent and settling you into a pile of pillows and blankets, some of them from your own supplies. Your things, mingled with his, the two of you, joined together. With your approval very visible from the smile you can't hide, he joins you, pulling you into his arms so your head rests against his chest. From around the fire you hear voices, friendly banter, spirits are lifting, hope is prevailing. You’re glad but still so tired, and it’s so nice here with Astarion, a little peace for just the two of you. “Thank you, I really needed this,” you murmur sleepily. 

“Think nothing of it, my Sunlight,” he kisses the top of your head. 

It brings back the other night, but there’s no awkwardness for you now, you spoke true, no matter what happens from now on, he’ll always be the light of all your nights, the beauty out of darkness. “My Starry Sky.” 

He gives a small hum of approval, “I am growing fond of that nickname,” and he holds you tighter. There’s a note of sadness you think in his voice, but you’re almost asleep, maybe you imagined it. 

[bunnliix]

The Invisible Strings that Bind Us - Chapter Seven

We have a bunch of cute interactions between y/n and the boys this chapter, so buckle up my lovelies! Prepare for the fluffy moments!

a/n: I am writing this while I am almost 3k words in, and I haven't even finished off one bullet point of my outline for this chapter, this is gonna be a long one haha

a/n 2: 4.4k words in now, still have a bunch more to go, strap in everyone, this is a looong ride

masterlist

word count: 5.5k

warnings: Fluff, anxiety and worries from y/n, petnames galore, I think that's it honestly

Y/n was the first of the three to wake up, finding that she was trapped between the two men, two of her soulmates, she reminded herself. Their arms were wrapped tightly around her, and she slowly tried to worm her way out of their hold. It took her a few tries before she was successful, getting the two men to hold each other instead of holding her. As she softly stepped out of bed, she was unaware that one of them had woken up, eyes opening up to see that the woman in between them had disappeared. 

She slipped out of the dancer’s room, as a pair of eyes watched her do so, before focusing back on his sleeping soulmate, deciding to let her wander as there was no danger in doing so. They didn’t have to be awake for another couple of hours, since it was only a studio day, which usually meant that it would be a longer day, but not as strenuous on their body. It also meant that it would only really be themselves and a couple staff members in the studio with them, so they wouldn’t have to worry about any of their managers showing up. 

Y/n softly walked out into the living room, finding no one out there, and so she quietly sat down on the couch, pulling out her phone and scrolling tumblr, because yes, she’s a tumblr girlie. She got absorbed into her phone, not noticing how much time had passed until someone’s head found a spot in her lap. She flinched, not expecting it, and looked past her phone to find Felix’s face looking up at her, contentedness reflected in his eyes as he gazed up at her. 

“Good morning.” She spoke softly, smiling down at him.

“Good morning, baby.” He replied to her, smiling back at her, hand moving to squeeze her thigh.

His action made her whine, before she realized what she did and slapped a hand over her mouth, as if it would make the sounds stop coming out of her mouth. He chuckled looking up at her, his eyes darkening after hearing the sound caused by his actions. 

“You okay there cutie?” He teased her.

“I-I’m fine.” She said, trying to reassure herself more than him, a blush clear as day on her face.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.

Y/n moved to hide her face in her hands, unable to look at the freckled man anymore. Felix chuckled, but backed off, this wasn’t the time or place to tease his newest soulmate. Though he was glad to see how easily flustered she got, it’s adorable really.

Their alone time is interrupted by Seungmin creeping out into the main area, a grin on his face at finding the two of them. 

“Oh? Did I interrupt something?” He said, with a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/n groaned, continuing to hide her face from both men. 

“Seungmin, please go away.” She told the younger man.

“Hmmm, nope.” He replied, smirking.

She sunk into the couch more, wanting to disappear at that moment. Thankfully Jeongin’s appearance in the living room diverted Seungmin’s attention away from her, saving her from his reign of terror. 

Felix looked up at her, a bit of concern shining in his eyes. “Did either of us go too far? I’m sorry if we did, I’ll make sure we don’t cross any more lines.” He said.

“It’s okay Felix, neither of you went too far. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” She answered him.

He nodded, moving to sit up on the couch, moving her legs so he could sit, before pulling them back over his lap. He pulled out his own phone, starting to scroll TikTok by the sounds coming from his device. She went back to her Tumblr scrolling, the two of them happy to coexist in silence.

Meanwhile, the two youngest had stopped conversing, looking over at two of their soulmates, smiling at how comfortably y/n was getting around them. Jeongin snapped a photo of the two, that he planned to send later, once they weren’t the only ones awake. They took a seat at the table, softly conversing about their own upcoming schedules and about things they were looking forward to doing. 

This peace lasted for another 45 minutes, before Han came stumbling out into the main area, a more composed Minho following behind. Han moved to collapse on top of the two laying on the couch, groans being heard from their smallest soulmate.

“Han, you’re heavy. Get off of us.” Felix complained, a groan in agreement coming from y/n.

“Yah! I want to cuddle with my soulmates and all I get is complaints? Rude.” Han retorted.

“There’s ways to cuddle your soulmates, without crushing them.” Maura managed to get out, being crushed by the silver haired rapper.

“I see how it is.” Han pouted, getting off of them and the couch.

“Han, I like being cuddled, but not when it involves getting crushed beneath under person.” Y/n told him.

“Crushing is part of the fun.” The rapper whined.

“Babe, it’s really not.” She said, sighing but secretly giggling at how cute his whining was.

Han eeped at the pet name, not expecting it, turning around so his reaction couldn’t be seen. Minho chuckled at Han, thinking it was cute how much of an effect their newest soulmate had on him already. 

“We have a recording day today, in the studio.” Minho reminds everyone, but mostly it was for y/n’s benefit, so that she knew of the plans for today.

“Recording day? Are you recording a new album?” Y/n asked the lead dancer.

“We’re recording S-Class today. The title track for the upcoming comeback.” Han chimed in. He was excited to get in the studio, it was always fun on recording days, if not a tiny bit stressful.

“What Han said.” Minho answered her. 

“Ohhh, that’s cool!” She said, excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, and you’re coming with us today.” Felix informed her, the boys having talked about it last night while she slept.

“Oh? Is that okay?” She asked, unsure after the previous day’s activities.

“The staff doesn’t get an opinion on if it’s okay or not. We want you there, so you’re gonna be there with us.” Chan said, to the surprise of everyone as they didn’t hear the leader come in.

Felix moved her legs off of his lap so he could get up, and he bounced over to Chan, hugging the older Australian, who hugged him back right away. 

“Good morning Lix. Did you sleep well?” He asked, looking down at the man in his arms. 

“I did!” He said as he smiled.

“Well, we have about 45 minutes before we have to leave, in order to get to the company in time.” He reminded everyone. 

This made everyone jump into action, including y/n, though there wasn’t much for her to do. Chan came over to sit next to her, having been ready prior to coming over. 

“So you know that you’re going to be there with us today, and you can tell me right now if you’d rather be here instead. But I, and the others, would really like you to be there, to see more of what we do. We all want you to be a part of our lives, and we want to be a part of yours, if you’ll let us.” He said, looking her in the eyes, his sincerity clearly seen in his expression.

She looked at him with wonder and love in her eyes. Sure, she had loved Chan and the rest of Stray Kids prior to all of this, what Stay didn’t? But she was falling in love with him, and the rest of the boys, her boys, her soulmates. She wanted to go to work or school, and then come back home to them, to spend the rest of her life with them. She just wanted to be with them, no matter the circumstances. 

“I’d love to go with you all, but you’re sure I won’t get in the way?” She asked the Aussie.

“There’s no way you could get in the way, and honestly, I think all of the boys would focus better with you there. They have to impress you somehow, yeah?” He said, chuckling to himself.

“I don’t think I need to be impressed, but sure.” She said, giggling.

“They think differently, but you have to go get ready.” He told her, before calling out, “Felix! Babygirl’s gonna need to borrow more of your clothes for the day!” 

A muffled response from the other Aussie was heard, before Chan pulled her off of the couch and towards Felix’s bedroom. 

“You good for her to come in, mate?” He asked, and received a yes from behind the door.

Chan opened the door, pushing y/n inside, telling her he’d see her soon, before leaving her alone in the room with Felix for the second day in a row.

She barely had time to process everything, brain still trying to deal with Chris calling her babygirl, and that she’d get to see the boys in their element today as well.

“Okay, sunshine, I have two outfit options for you.” Felix said as he emerged from his closet, an outfit in each hand. One was more casual than the other, and that’s the option she picked, not knowing exactly how long they’d be at the company. 

Felix left her to change, and she quickly did so, not knowing how much time they had left. He returned when she had finished changing, whistling at her when he saw her in his clothes.

“You really do suit my clothing, don’t you?” He said, a grin plastered on his face. “I’ll have to get a couple pieces for you, or you can continue to steal mine, I don’t mind either way sunshine.” He said.

Y/n blushed, she was still not used to all the petnames, nor wearing other’s clothes. She nodded, not finding the words to answer Felix, who just chuckled at her, finding her increasingly cuter by the hour.

“Come on, if you’re done, then we should head out to the living room.” He told her, reaching out for her hand and leading her back into the main area of the dorm. 

They were the last two to arrive, and all eyes were on them, well really just her. They were of one mind, only thinking about how cute she looked in Felix’s clothes. They would have to give her some of their own, so that she didn’t only have to wear the freckled man’s clothing. That wasn’t jealousy speaking, definitely not, they denied, but really, that’s all it was. They didn’t want only Felix to dress her up, they wanted that chance too.

We’re all ready to leave?” Chan addressed them all.

“I think y/nnie just needs to get some stuff, right?” Minho spoke up, knowing that she hadn’t had time to gather anything she wanted to bring.

“Go on and get what you need then, okay?” Chan smiled at her, and she went down the hall to Minho’s room to grab the few things she had. 

Minho followed behind her, almost treating her as a tinier version of Han or Felix, which in his mind, she really was. He leaned against his door frame, watching her gather what she wanted to take, chuckling when she turned around and jumped at seeing him.

“Yah, you scared me!” She said as she pouted and glared at the older man. 

“I didn’t mean to.” He said, still slightly chuckling at her. 

She huffed, pushing past him and walking down the hall, though he quickly caught up to her. He grabbed her hand, taking the lead and pulling her to the entryway, seeing as everyone else had already headed down to the vans. He pulled out both pairs of their shoes, and once they both were ready to leave, he opened the door for her and they both quickly made their way downstairs and out of the building, where y/n was pulled into the maknae line’s van, as Lino was pulled into the other van by Changbin.

The journey between their building and JYP was short, which meant there wasn’t much time for the boys to cause chaos. The boys mostly chatted about how they were excited to show her the studio properly this time, but also that they’d be recording the song in a larger studio so that they all, plus a couple staff members, could be there comfortably. Han was simultaneously excited for and dreading the recording session. He was anxious about y/n seeing their work for the first time, and hoped that she’d like it. 

Plus, she’d have to sign an NDA before they could do anything. Han knew that their fearless leader had been on the phone for hours about it, and had made sure that the contract covered only what was needed. He’d be going with y/n to sign the NDA regardless, to make sure their staff hadn’t switched it out last minute.

The maknae van had arrived after the hyung line’s van, so Chan was there waiting for them as the van pulled up to the company. Y/n got out first, and Chan reached out to grab her, as the rest of the boys got out of the van as well, letting them go ahead into the building, while the two of them strolled behind. 

“Before you can go into the studio with us, you have to sign an NDA about our work and the group.” He informed her, to which she needed.

“That makes sense, and I assume you’re my guide to go sign it?” She asked him, tilting her head up at the man.

“Yes, but I’ll also be there to make sure that it only covers what I told them it should cover.” He said, not trusting the staff after yesterday’s incident.

“Oh, okay.” She said, not sure what else to say.

He quickly ushered her to the elevator, wanting to get her in to sign it, so they could head to the studio. Their journey upstairs was quick, for which Chan thanked the universe, and they entered the office where she was to sign the NDA. When a member of the staff and one of the legal team passed over the NDA, Chan quickly took a look through it, making sure it was the same one he negotiated with them last night. It was, to his relief, and he leaned close to his soulmate, whispering to her that she could sign it, but to read through it herself before she did so.

Y/n took his advice, reading through the entire contract, asking Chan or the legal team member for clarification on certain parts. In the end, she understood what it was saying, and she signed where she was required to, and then Chan wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her out of the room and towards the practice room.

She let him lead, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew Chan wouldn’t take her anywhere but the studio. They went down a floor, heading down a long hallway before Chan opened the door to the studio, the others calling out to greet the last two they were waiting on. 

“You made it! Welcome to where magic happens!” Changbin welcomed y/n into the room, and roused a round of giggles from the younger boys.

“That sounded dirty, Binnie-hyung.” Felix told the older man, in between his laughs. 

The rapper blushed, before playfully tackling the boy on the couch, Hyunjin getting involved as well, as a casualty.

“Okay, enough playing around, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Chan interrupted, not wanting the boys to get too off track before they even started recording. 

“You can go sit over there with Jinnie and Lix, okay?” He told her, pointing over at the two boys.

She nodded, heading over to them, as they made space in between themselves for her to slot into. She did, squirming around a bit until she was comfy. Han was up first, and her birthday twin popped himself into the recording booth, getting set up in there while Binnie and Chan got the tracks and guides all ready to go.

Felix and Hyunjin roped her into a conversation about fashion, though she didn’t have much to add to it. Though they were frequently interrupted by Han’s shouts at Changbin for his comments. The amount of times certain lines were repeated by her birthday twin, got some of them stuck in her own head, and by the end, she was mouthing along to his parts. 

The best part for y/n, was seeing how in the zone Changbin and Chan got when it came to recording and getting the best possible results for their song. It really amazed her, even if she’s seen videos of their recordings, nothing could beat seeing it with her own eyes. It was amazing, really, they were so talented, her soulmates had so much talent. It made her fall even harder, seeing just how hard they worked to perfect things for their fans, for people who were like her. 

Soon enough, Han had finished recording, and Hyunjin was called up, but not before he grabbed her hand and laid a kiss on the back of it, causing y/n to blush hard, tipping her head down so her blush was hidden from view. Hyunjin laughed gently, remarking that she was cute. He finally let go, heading into the recording booth, warming up once he was in there. She looked up at the sound of his voice, always in awe of how pretty it was. 

“You’re both so cute, my soulmates are so pretty and cute.” Felix said as he rested his head on her shoulder. She tried to keep herself relaxed, but she wasn’t used to this much touching after going so long without it. But fuck she loved it, and at some point during the next little bit, they end up tangled up in each other, and both of them are smiling and content.

Hyunjin had to repeat his lines in the chorus so many times that y/n caught onto it and started softly singing it, as Felix listened to both of their voices. He didn’t realize y/n could sing, though they hadn’t known her long nor was there ever a chance that allowed for her to sing, but he wanted a song from her, just so he could listen to it over and over again. It was almost a need, but he didn’t voice any of this, not wanting her to get embarrassed and stop singing. 

‘Hannie, come here.’ He texted his almost twin.

‘Whyyy?’ He got back.

‘Sunshine’s singing, and it’s beautiful.’ He replied.

That got the man moving, though he tried to be casual and just wanted to come over and spend time with y/n and Felix. He sat down in the spot Hyunjin had occupied, and due to that, their soulmate stopped singing temporarily. Felix slightly pouted in disappointment, but hoped that she might start up again, once Han’s presence next to her became normal, and she focused back in on the singing coming from the booth.

To the disappointment of Felix once again, he was called up next to record after Hyunjinnie. He groaned and moaned as he got up, as Han shifted y/n’s weight onto himself and Hyunjin gleefully took Felix’s place next to their tiny soulmate. However, the freckled man also knew that he could take the time to impress his soulmate while he was recording his lines. It was a shame that he might not get to hear her if she sang along.

And sang along she did, Hyunjin and Hannie being in awe of her voice. She hadn’t trained like any of them, so there were things that could be improved upon, but that was really if she was actively pursuing being a singer, which they didn’t think she was. But her natural voice was so so pretty, and it honestly would fit well into their songs, in some way or another. Han wanted her voice in their tracks in some manner, now that he’s heard it, he needs more of it. He was greedy, and now that she was here and she was his,well theirs, he wanted to have all of her. His thoughts started to descend downwards, thinking about how her voice would sound in other ways. However the burst of laughter coming from the others snapped him out of it. He looked to see that Felix’s voice had cracked in the middle of him singing, and it started a round of laughter in the studio.

Y/n giggled quietly, just enjoying the chaotic vibes of the boys around her, and watched as they went through the process of recording the song. It sounded much different than Case 143, but to be fully honest, it was still them and she enjoyed the song. Though, it was different hearing the song in separate parts as each member recorded their lines, instead of a whole song from start to finish. Her favorite part so far might have been the part that Felix recorded first, which seemed to be the pre-chorus. 

Minho and Innie’s sessions finished without much fanfare, both determined to get it done, though she, as did the boys, laughed when Bin and Chan fought over how Minho should end the second chorus. She secretly agreed with Chan’s opinion, but she feared the wrath of Changbin, so kept her mouth shut.

Once it got to Seungmin’s turn, most of the boys were kinda bored, but that’s not because the second youngest was boring, not at all. It was because they were stuck here until everyone had recorded, as per Chan’s orders, but no one seemed to know what the leader wanted. So everyone stayed, besides watching the others mess up, or hearing their voices crack mid-line never got old. She found herself laughing along with the others, not at all feeling like this was her first time in the studio with them. She couldn’t get over how she felt so at home with all of them. Like she had known them since she was young, it felt like meeting old friends after years apart and just continuing where you left off. 

Changbin’s part was very entertaining, though it was hard to keep him focused on just his lines, and not have him sing the others lines as well. Y/n was laughing so hard the entire time, that her stomach was hurting, and Hyunjin and Han kept supplying her with other times he’s been like this, keeping her laughter going. It seemed that her laughter made the others perk up even more, despite everyone being ready to leave the studio to do other things. 

“And now it’s my turn, Han, Bin, come take your seats please.” Chan announced as he headed into the booth as the last one who needed to record. 

The other two-thirds of 3racha settle into the chairs at the desk, pulling up what they needed for Chan’s parts of the song. The leader was nothing if not efficient, quickly acing his lines and the two others only offering slight changes to improve it. She was in awe as she watched him sing, she wished he had larger parts in their title tracks because his voice was amazing and she’d never get sick of it. When he finished, finally satisfied with his work, she was saddened, not wanting him to stop, but maybe she’d get Binnie or Han to give her audio copies of his lines so she could listen to them on repeat. 

Since the recording had finished, the few staff members that had sat in on the session, packed up and left, leaving just the nine of them in the room. The silence in the room almost became deafening, before Hyunjin piped up from next to y/n.

“It seems like we’re a group that can sing. Our littlest soulmate has a very pretty voice, Felix and Han can confirm.” He said, smiling widely.

Hyunjin’s words caused the girl to look down, she had been so much in her own world that she hadn’t realized she was singing out loud. She was a bit flustered and scared of their judgment now, having sung in front of people whose livelihood is singing professionally, despite the fact that Hyunjin had complimented her voice.

“Her voice really is pretty, and it honestly fits well with parts of the song.” Han complimented her further. Felix hummed in agreement.

“Do you wanna hop into the booth and give it a try?” Chan asked, looking at her.

“I’m more worried that I’d embarrass myself if I did that.” She replied.

“Can’t embarrass yourself. Just try, for us?” Minho encouraged her.

She nodded quietly, Han and Changbin pulling her into the booth, and helping set it up for her, pointing out everything she needed to know. She kept fidgeting with her hair, and Felix popped in quickly to tie it back for her, so it was out of the way.

“There you go, sunshine. You’ll do great, I promise.” He told her, before leaving her by herself in the booth.

She put the headphones on her head, taking a deep breath in to try and quiet her anxieties. 

She heard Chan’s voice come through the speakers, “Okay, so you have the lyrics sheet in front of you there, and if you can find Felix’s lines from the first pre-chorus, that’s where I wanted to start you off.”

She nodded, finding it and telling him that she was as ready as she could be. She hadn’t known how to warm up her voice or anything, and she wasn’t going to attempt it with all of them there. But she knew that they knew that she wasn’t on their level, and they just wanted to hear her sing, no pressure at all. Hearing the music start and Chan counted her in, she picked up singing where she was meant to, singing the younger Aussie’s lines.

She didn’t have the courage to look anywhere but at the paper with the lyrics on it, and once she finished her lines, she closed her eyes, worried about what the boys would think. Singing under her breath was different than singing there in the booth, in front of her idol soulmates.

Suddenly, the studio was filled with applause from the boys, as Chan played back what she had recorded for her to listen to. He blush grew as the boys continued cheering and as she listened to her voice. Wow, she didn’t think she could sound that good, especially singing a line meant for Felix. His lines were always iconic, and she didn’t think she could match up to his level, but she still had trouble believing the voice she was hearing was hers. 

“Wow, babygirl, you’re fucking amazing. We might be able to make a singer out of you yet. But only if that’s what you actually wanted. No pressure at all.” Chan complimented her, and she looked through the glass at him, where she could see a smile on his face. 

“Do you wanna sing some more, or are you finished?” Changbin asked, stuttering slightly at the end of his sentence. 

“I think I’m done, this was enough of an adventure today.” She told them, ready to be done already.

Seungmin and Jeongin wished she had wanted to sing more, the vocalracha pairing wanting to hear more of her voice. Her range seemed to be somewhere between all of theirs, but that made her more of a perfect match, she just seemed to fit in with them in every way possible. They quietly discussed this with each other, both of them determined to get her to sing with them some time, maybe take her out to karaoke, and just let her fool around and they can all just enjoy singing when it’s not a work thing. 

All of the boys really just wanted time by themselves with her, but they knew right now it wasn’t as feasible, not with their increasingly busy schedule, and how it wouldn’t be long until they were flying out for concerts again, in between the last legs of their world tour. Plus, y/n needed to head home and pack up her life. Which meant a round of goodbyes when she had to go, which none of them wanted to dwell on at the moment.

When y/n walked back into the studio, she was bombarded with a Channie hug from the man himself, swaying the two of them back and forth, until he was yelled at by his members for hogging her.

“Yah!! Let us have a turn with our soulmate too!” Changbin yelled, jokingly throwing a tantrum. 

“Fine, fine, my god.” Chan sighed and let her go, but not before kissing her dangerously close to her lips.

That caused an uproar from the boys, who, depending on the angle, thought Chris had actually kissed her. Once it was clarified that the two hadn’t locked lips, the yelling quieted down.

“Do any of you have other things to do today?” Y/n asked, looking around.

“Chan-hyung, Bin-hyung and I have to do some more work in the studio today. I know jagiya has some choreography to go over for the upcoming comeback plus making sure the concert choreo is still good to go.” Han chimed in.

“Jeongin and I have vocal lessons today.” Seungmin informed her.

“Hyunjin and I are planning to go out later with some friends.” Felix said. 

“Oh, okay.” She said, after processing all of that information.

“Why? Did you wanna do something? Go somewhere?” Han asked her.

“I kinda wanted to head back home to the dorms, actually. I need some more sleep.” She confessed, a yawn coming out of her mouth only seconds later.

At her mention of the dorms as her home, the boys’ hearts soared, exhilarated to hear her refer to their place like that. They wanted her to feel at home, and it seems despite the setbacks, they’ve managed to do so.

And they had, in y/n’s mind. She wanted to snuggle up in one of their beds, didn’t matter whose, and just take in the care and love they’ve shown her in the last couple days. She was falling hard for them already, though that wasn’t hard. She was lucky to have them as soulmates, and she knew once she was back here to stay, she wanted to get to know each of them. She had eight soulmates, and she wanted eight first dates. But before all of that, she really needed to pack up her life halfway across the globe first. She had eternity with her soulmates, she didn’t need to rush everything right now.

“Hyunjin and I can take you home.” Felix told her, moving to grab her hand. She smiled at him and thanked the two of them. 

“We’ll let you go home now, and we’ll see you later.” Minho told her, smoothing down her hair before pulling her into a hug. 

She was passed between each of the boys, minus the two who’d be going home with her. Everyone had their own individual way of saying goodbye, and there were more than a couple kisses involved, to which she giggled. By the time they left the studio, her hair was a bit messed up, and she was as red as a tomato, but she was smiling from ear to ear. She was in a state of bliss, feeling insanely happy and content. The two boys noticed and smiled to themselves before they each grabbed a hand and walked her out of the building to a waiting van. 

Hyunjin climbed in first, followed by y/n and then finally Felix, all three sitting together in a row. Hyunjin told the driver where to drop them off, as well as to wait for them since the two would be leaving after dropping her home. Thankfully, for y/n since she was exhausted, the ride was quick, and it wasn’t long before they were in the elevator heading up to the 3racha dorm, since Hyunjin offered his bed for her to nap in. 

This was her first time in that dorm, always being in the maknae + lino dorm since she’s been with them. It was definitely messier than the other apartment, but it seemed just as lived in, and she still felt at home here. Once shoes were taken off, Hyunjin led her to his room, and then searched his closet for some comfier clothes in case she wanted to change. Felix waited by the entrance to the other dancer’s room, not wanting to intrude, however y/n had no intentions of ignoring him. 

“Why are you hanging out over here, come on in.” She told him, grabbing his arm and dragging the taller man over to the bed, pulling him down next to her. She latched onto him, leaning her head on his shoulder and sighing happily. “Much better.” She commented.

Hyunjin came back out of his closet to find the two of them on his bed, cooing at them, causing both of them to blush. 

“Look at you two. So cute.” He said, chuckling as he laid the change of clothes over a chair in his room. 

“You come here.” She ordered him, and he crossed the short distance over to them, sitting down on the other side of y/n.

“Yes princess?” He asked her, curious why she wanted him here.

“Now I’m happy. Two of my wonderful soulmates and I get time alone with you both.” She stated, smiling once again.

“That was all you wanted, both of us here?” Felix questioned.

“Yup!” She said simply, not needing to elaborate.

The two men chuckled, looking at each other before leaning in to kiss her cheeks, leaving the girl a bit shocked.

“You can’t just do that to a girl!” She half-shouted, before burying her face in her hands.

“But we can do that to our soulmate, which you are.” Hyunjin said, before leaving another kiss on her cheek, just to be extra cheeky.

Y/n let go of both of them, falling back on the bed, grumbling about soulmates who need to stop making her so flustered.

“But we like making you flustered, sunshine. It’s part of the fun.” Felix chuckled at her reaction, before his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

“We have to go now baby, but remember if you need us, text one of us or the group chat, okay?” The Aussie reminded her, Hyunjin echoing his words.

“Okay, I will if I need to. Have fun with your friends, okay?” She said, looking up at them with sleep-filled eyes, already starting to doze off.

“We will. Sleep well my darling.” Hyunjin said, leaning down to leave a final kiss on her forehead, before he grabbed Felix and the two of them left.

Y/n managed to stay awake for a couple more minutes, hearing the two leave the apartment, before she succumbed to the lure of sleep.

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[solomams]

POST UR HC!!!!

HAHAHA IT'S BEEN OVER A WEEK BUT IM HERE I SWEAR. Prefacing to say this is the silliest thing ever but I promised I'd post it

anyway polyship silly idea where Paula and Solomon have to go to the human world for an errand, and they've been gone for a month already and maybe it was only supposed to take two weeks (maybe dealing with the sorcerer's society??)

and Mammon wasn't allowed to go because he recently got in trouble or smth, so he has to stay behind alone

this all started because i saw a tiktok of a guy in the rain sitting on the hood of his car and crying btw

anyway Mammon who's been getting more and more antsy the longer they've been gone, even though they try to call him every night. And one night he wakes up in a cold sweat thinking "what if they leave and start a life together without me"

and so now he's sneaking to the Demon Lord's Castle trying to find a way to the human world. And of course he gets caught by Barbatos.

But the way that Mammon looks so frazzled, just in pajama pants and one of Paula's sweaters thrown on (he's been sleeping in her room). His hair is messed up and his slippers are mismatched. Barb sighs and takes pity on him, opening the portal. But not before promising to punish him if he causes any trouble.

And he steps through the portal into the shared apartment Solomon and Paula got after she went back to the human world the first time around. He steps through the halls quietly, nervously. What if they don't want to see him- He brushes that thought off.

Stepping into the bedroom, he stops and stares at the sight before him. Paula and Solomon, curled around each other. But what catches his eye isn't Solomon wearing what is obviously one of his tank tops. It's... It's the plushie of himself that used to be cursed. Tucked in against a pillow, to the right of Paula, his usual space.

He couldn't help grinning to himself at the sight, all the worries he had, all the creeping thoughts that haunted him late at night melting away. He snapped a quick photo on his D.D.D, remind himself to set up a new lock screen later.

He tried to be as careful as possible, worming himself between the two of them, but anyone would have woken up being disturbed.

"Just go back to sleep"

"...Mammon? Is that you?"

"Ugh... What time is it..?"

"Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep."

"What...ever..."

Paula didn't fight, just curled up tighter against Mammon's chest and sliding an arm around his waist. She was so groggy, she wouldn't remember this in the morning.

"How did you manage to get here? Don't tell me a witch summoned you?"

Solomon had a hand on Mammon's arm, tracing patterns on his bicep. Mammon was already fighting sleep. Damned sorcerer, knowing all his weak points.

"Nah... nah, I had help. Didn't do nothin' crazy, I promise.."

Solomon hummed, not sure if he should believe the demon. But he decided to leave it, pressing himself tight against Mammon's back and holding him close.

"We missed you"

"Heh... 'course ya did.."

A sharp pinch to his side had Mammon yelping. Paula hadn't fallen back asleep quite yet.

"...I missed ya both, too..."

[crocwearingcryprid]

Magnus Archives fanfic ideas, I can't decide which one to write.

1. Somewhere else Martin wakes up from a nightmare, tape recorder laying next to him, knife in his hand and flesh eating worms behind the door. This time he's not afraid.

2. Tim thinks he's dead when after the explosion he finds himself in a place full of fog, there is ringing in his ears and someone else laying beside him. Great, If that's hell he really doesn't like the idea of being there with Jon.

Turns out Martin forgot to mention about his short employment on the Tundra back when he was a teenager.

3. They have a new coworker that Peter Lukas recommended Jon didn't even see the guy and they have been presumably working together for a few weeks now, still every morning there is a fresh tea on his desk and it pisses him off. Tim somehow manages to invite Martin to a bar with Sasha saying they should get to know each other better. Jon knows these two are too curious for their own good but when Tim asks him to come he just can't decline.

4. Martin found a statement, It was old and written with a blue shiny pen, the letters twirling around in pleasant waves. He knew this handwriting, there was a name that he knew one that he wanted to forget and he couldn't let Jon see it.

Tim can't find that one lost statement and Jon can't stop whining about disorganized archives. Martin should have burned it, really.

Tim and Jon record a statement regarding "What happened to the Blackwood familly." It's wierd to think his father was actually a good writer.

→⁠_⁠→ Here is what came out of this post

[covenofwives]

Sleepovers Are Cool

Made for Sleepy's Ler!Sapnap week. Using day 6 soft/cuddles prompt.

Sleepsovers are a must for Sapnap and Sapnap4K. It's just a pain that Sapnap wakes up crushed under his brother's weight and has to persuade him to move.

Sorry this one took so long I just had to stare at it a while before posting.

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Sleepovers were a common occurrence between the brothers Sapnap and Sapnap4K. It was something that helped mend their relationship but it also became a great comfort to Sapnap. It was an almost childlike feeling of safety to wake up in 4K’s arms.

However there was a downside to everything and this was included. While 4K’s arms were strong and warm and safe...there was also no escaping them.

“Get...ooooff!”

“Nope!”

Sapnap grunted under the weight of his brother, trying and failing to wiggle out from under him. He had awoken to the Nether God’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He failed to pry the arms off himself and 4K – very much awake and amusingly watching – decided to roll over on top of Sapnap.

“4K!” Sapnap huffed. He had managed to turn himself over on his back before being crushed under 4K’s weight. “Get off!”

“My teddy bear is being so unruly.” 4K sighed. “It’s job is to stay there, and keep quiet.”

“4K!” Sapnap snapped, but it was no use. 4K’s weight seemed to compress down on him, pushing him further into the mattress. He growled in frustration and tried in vain to push off 4K’s shoulders and out from under him. Even if he got a little bit of a give, 4K’s hands would latch onto his sides and pull him back down.

One of 4K’s fingers pushed in a little firmer, sending a ticklish tingle up through Sapnap’s skin. He caught the giggle in his throat but it sparked an idea for escape.

Faking a sigh of defeat, Sapnap wormed his arms back down to his sides. He could feel 4K keep himself ready to stop any other escape attempt, but when Sapnap did nothing he relaxed. He melted over Sapnap and hummed happily in his win. Perfectly unaware.

He had to be quick with his attack, so wasting no time Sapnap dug his fingers into 4K’s side. Mixing between kneading and pinching into the soft skin.

4K yelped and jumped as Sapnap had hoped. He used the small window of escape to slip out from under 4K. He managed to get his legs around 4K’s waist and used the surprise to flip 4K on his side. Then his fingers were free to skitter and tickle up and down his brother’s side.

“SahaHAHAP!” 4K yipped. He flung his elbow out to try and knock Sapnap off, but it was easily pushed up. His arm stretched over his head as Sapnap held it down and kneaded up and down his ribs.

“Where’s your rib?! Where is it?! The one that drives you mad!” Sapnap demanded while his fingers tickled up and down 4K’s ribs. He wasn’t really trying to find it with how erratic his tickling was. Instead he focused on 4K’s exposed armpits when his brother squealed over the spot, drilling his thumbs in.

“SAAAHAHAHAPNAHAHAP! F-FuhuHUHUCK!” He made a weak attempt to roll over, which Sapnap allowed. He straddled over 4K’s legs instead, and kneaded up over his hips. “Nohohot the hihihihihihips!”

“Don’t even give me that ‘not the hips’!” Sapnap mocked. “Should have just let me up.”

“Yohohohour uhuhup nohohow!” 4K tittered into the back of his hand, barking out a laugh when Sapnap tickled his fingers to 4K’s belly and kneaded on both sides of it. “OKAHAY! StohoHOHOP!”

The laughter faded as Sapnap sat back and pulled away his hands. 4K was left, giggling over the ghostly tickles fading from his tummy. “Ihit is far...fahar too early for tickles there...”

“If you wanted to be tickled, you could have just asked for them.” Sapnap pointed out.

4K gave a sheepish smile. “I wanted cuddles. The tickles were just an added bonus.”

“Uh-huh. So you’d be absolutely fine if I went out for my morning jog and you’d be left here with no tickles?”

The smile faded just slightly and Sapnap could see the fight behind his brother’s eyes. “Well… I mean it’s a little too early for a jog wouldn’t you think?”

Sapnap gave a snort before climbing off 4K’s legs. Before he looked too panicked, Sapnap scooted himself up to the top of the bed, and sat beside 4K.

“If I give you your tickles,” Sapnap offered, “then you gotta join me on my jog.”

It just took one moment and a flick of 4K’s tail before he said: “Deal.”

“Alright. Where do you want tickled?”

“Armpits.” 4K answered almost instantly, and threw his arms up over his head.

“You’re only getting tickled for another few minutes.” Sapnap said as he reached over to 4K’s exposed pit. One hand gave wispy soft tickles into the skin while the other was playing with a loose strand of 4K’s hair. “I want to get going.”

“Juhuhust a fehew minuhuhutes…” 4K giggly agreed while his tail flicked happily. “Thehen after the jog, y-yohohou gehet tihihickles.”

Sapnap sputtered and protested that wasn’t the agreement, but he kept up his soft soft tickling and his own tail twitched happily behind him to the promise.

[acim-ed-ortsac]

Warmth

The next few days turned into a week before it almost became two—no, three weeks after your nightmare, and you were still shaken.

Nothing could stop you from remembering the crawling of your skin and the horrible feeling of your heart stuck in your throat as red eyes watched you. Stared at you. Looked at you, with all kinds of feelings and emotions that felt like chains wrapping around you, binding you to the floor.

And it took a toll on you. Nothing could hide it, the crew knew. You found yourself eating little despite the chef making your favorite, you always apologized to him despite his reassurances. Sleep had been hard to come by at night, leaving you exhausted in the morning. And when you find a quiet moment to yourself in this loud and rambunctious crew, you find yourself paranoid and watching everything from the seas, the clouds, the birds, the fishes—searching through their eyes to make sure you are not watched.

That dream had unleashed a mysterious can of worms that seemed unknowingly there, as if past trauma had been relived. And that’s the most baffling part of it, isn’t it? You can’t remember a time when you met Imu or even living in this world before. Not a single recollection. It frustrated you to no end.

The boys have been supportive from the silent way Mihawk would let you lean on him on break, Shanks holding your hand when you feel yourself about to drop in that dissociative trance that disconnected you from reality, to Buggy filling the space with his voice as he recalled tales with Shanks and even Mihawk when you decided to stay behind. You appreciated these things, finding yourself grounded in the world. You might have wasted away if they didn’t.

Roger and the crew were there too. When you found yourself in that state, where everything didn’t make sense and you were out of your body, Roger would pick you up and just hold you. His warmth was enough to bring you back, even if it was little by little. Rayleigh would make sure you ate and slept, going out of his way to wake up when you were out on the ship, watching for the night.

It was more than enough but at the same time…it wasn’t. And you felt horrible that you felt like that.

-*-

It was night time and the crew was asleep. 

You had managed to slip out of the comforts of the cabin, past Mihawk’s senses and the youngster’s sleep, and settled yourself at your usual night watch at the middle crow’s nest. The wind sweeps by, whispering comfort in your ears and the sea calls out to you from below. But tonight, you look up at the stars and the half-formed moon that wades its light onto the world. Its light shines at your eyes and you feel calm in the night, its darkness abated with the light of the moon and stars, with the voices of the animals of all land, air, and sea, and the voices of all things that shouldn’t be alive. 

You feel their warmth…yet it wasn’t enough.

You needed to be surrounded by it, buried in the warmth until you melted into something unidentifiable. You wanted…

Before you know it, the wind whistles past your ears and blows from under you as you find yourself falling headfirst into the ocean. And Rayleigh was screaming when you dove into the waters below.

And immediately, you felt warm. You felt safe. You felt…like you belonged.

You tilted your head back as you immersed yourself in the ocean embrace, her hands holding you safe as you closed your eyes and let yourself be free. Free of any thought, any fear, any feeling and let yourself be held in your arms.

You were one. One once again. The Moon and the Ocean are tied and knotted, where the Sun plays with the Earth, the Moon controls and influences the Ocean that surrounds it. You were one. You were Home—

A voice shatters the peace you were in and through the waters, a bubbled voice makes its way. Opening your eyes, you saw Rayleigh looking at you with wide eyes and bubbles forming from his lips. 

He’s gonna drown.

You quickly grabbed his arm and swam upwards to the surface, breaking through the waters to heave a gulp of air with Rayleigh following in pursuit. A ladder was dropped from the ship, the crew peering down at you two from above. Rayleigh took control, hauling you on his back and climbing the ladder. All the while he scolds you for jumping from the crows' nest.

When you both were back on the ship, Rayleigh gave you the scolding of a lifetime.

“What in Davey Jones name were you thinking!?” you averted your eyes from Rayleighs stressed gaze.

Roger stepped in before Rayleigh could explode further. “Doku, what happened?” You heard his voice yet did not look up. You felt…in a daze was the best description. Like you were not fully awake. Yet you tried to piece up a response, something that seemed the most sense to you…

“...The ocean called to me.” you finally replied.

“Doku—”

“It keeps calling out to me, everything does. The waters, the trees, the animals, even the wind, I heard everything. I hear everything and I don’t even understand it.” you didn’t understand, how you could have the Voice of all Things, why everything seemed to love you, that dream of Imu, and why being in the ocean is like being home. 

“I don’t understand any of this. Why does the government want me? Why does everything like me? Why does Imu keep trying to take me away!?”

“DOKU!”

You blinked yourself back to reality, finding Roger’s hand on your shoulder. You were rambling. “I…”

“We’ll talk about this in the morning, how about that?” Upon finding Roger’s eyes, those eyes that exuded so much warmth and freedom, you found yourself nodding. When the captain dispersed the crew for the night, some of them lingered to give words of comfort or to ruffle your hair. The chef asked you if you wanted hot chocolate, and for the first time in a while, you agreed.

While you waited, the boys joined you. Buggy and Shanks were still sleepy, snoring away on the table as the chef placed mugs of steaming chocolate on the table. You cradled your mug with both hands before you blew out the steam, cooling it before you took a sip. Mihawk silently drank his from your side. It was silent in the kitchen, only the snores of the two youngsters and the occasional sipping of hot chocolate.

“What happened?” Mihawk asked, not looking in your direction.

You sat the mug on the table, placing your hands on your lap that was still covered in your soaked shorts. You would need to change clothes. Yet, you did not mind being covered in water.

“...I felt like I was home. In the ocean.”

Mihawk did not say anything, letting you continue.

“In the dream, there were red eyes with rings, like yours. But these eyes…they were…wrong. So wrong. It made me feel wrong. And it spoke, it called me someone else’s name, and the way it said it was so…”

“Wrong?”

You nodded. “I felt like I was drowning in whatever it was feeling. Like chains. I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t want to feel that again.”

Mihawk didn’t say anything after that, yet he held your hand. 

I’ll make sure of that. Was his silent affirmation.

After a little while, Shanks was the first to stir from his sleep and start sipping his now-cooled chocolate. He didn’t say anything about what happened, but as he chatters away, his eyes would glance at your way. A subtle way of checking if you were okay.

And you felt like you could breathe again.

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[draconicfool]

"S' no worry, Mr. Liddel, jus' doin' m' job~. Thank ya so much f'er trustin' me with y'er health." Eros' voice rings sweetly before he shuts the door after the last client of the day. Locking the door with a quiet sigh before he presses his back to it. The small male sinks to the floor, his hands over his eyes.

"'Jus' doin' m' job~.' Who the hell am I even kidding?" he mutters as he leans his head back. He does his best, sure, does his job. It's hard in the wake of his father's death. He's finally managed to get up in the morning without Luka being present. Managed to get back to work and not lean on Natasha for everything. For the people that need our help. That's what she'd said. That theirs was a job worth doing and of course, how could he expect her to do it alone? It wouldn't have been fair.

But here he sits on the floor of the clinic. Running his fingers through the bubblegum pink tresses. His disguised self dropping the second he knows nobody will be coming back to the clinic. Tail wrapping around his legs as he presses his forehead against his knees.

Why is this all so hard?

Why am I the one left behind?

How am I supposed to be good enough to fill your shoes?

All these questions and more fill his head. Questions but no answers. A daily pattern with no meaning. Bahre Family Clinic but no family. Just him. Just Eros alone. And sure, he has Luka and he has the support of Natasha and the adoration of the people who come to see him, but it isn't the same. It's never going to be the same.

And that's the sad truth of it all, isn't it? No matter what he does, things are never going to be the same. Because there isn't some magic cure all to raise the dead. No way that Alexi would even want such a thing. For he'd died with a smile on his face. Told his son that he was proud of him.

How could Eros ever interrupt a rest so deserved even if he could?

But the mess he was now- wasn't that a disgrace to the legacy he'd left behind? A Fool caught up in his dealings with Sampo and an inability to get to the Tavern. A monster that didn't belong in Boulder Town, let alone on Jarilo-VI. A beast who'd wormed his way into the heart of a man who so desperately wanted a child.

He shook his head slowly. No, he couldn't think like that. Alexi had loved him. Lorelai even had loved him, though she'd never met him. That had to mean something, after all. For all the stories and all the myths he'd learned. Love was a powerful thing. The most beautiful and magical force that he'd ever seen. It had spurred him forward to leave behind a life that had hurt him. And even though it left him with heartbreak at first, he'd found a new love. And even if this love had left him heart broken too, they were still with him. He could find love ago somewhere else, surely.

To love something so truly is to know one day you may lose it. That was the truth of the matter. But that he had loved at all was a miraculous thing. And the fact that he hurt meant that he had been loved in kind.

That was all he'd ever wanted.

[yuuniee]

— A New Beginning —

A/N: DUN DU DU DU DUNNNN!!! WAKE UP EVERYONE A NEW SHIP HAS DROPPED!! :)) (/hj) No, seriously, my brain worms just awakened and I just HAD to write this out! By the way, I’m really sorry if they are out of character,, 😭

💚 Mellow and Leroy belongs to @fumikomiyasaki :3

On a bitterly cold and blustery morning, the lone figure of Mellow walked into the school. He hastily adjusted his glasses and smoothed out his rumpled clothes, berating himself for trying to stop yet another fight between Henry and Leroy, and being late for the very first time in his academic career. With each step towards his classroom, he felt the biting chill of the winter air seeping through his thin layers of clothing, causing him to shiver.

‘Just perfect…’ He muttered under his breath as he checked his schedule and realized with disappointment that his first class of the day was Alchemy. Wincing at the thought of spending hours in a freezing laboratory, he trudged towards the changing room to retrieve his lab coat. The hallways were eerily quiet, except for the distant echoes of students rushing to their classes. As he slipped on his lab coat, he couldn’t help but let his mind drift away from the present moment, already dreading the rest of this cold day ahead of him.

He walked towards the laboratory with his head down, dreading the inevitable confrontation with an angry Crewel. In his distracted state, he didn’t notice the person coming towards him and ended up bumping into them, causing their papers to scatter on the ground.

“Ouch!” A girl's voice exclaimed. “Ah, I knew it... I shouldn’t have stayed up so late to finish my assignments...”

Mellow’s glasses were foggy, but he managed to make out the figure in front of him. Black hair with lavender tips, a red-purple armband, and the uniform of Night Raven College... He silently prayed that it wasn’t who he thought it was.

The girl quickly sat up and gathered her things as Mellow took off his glasses to wipe them clean.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, offering her hand to help him up. “I’m really sorry for running into you. I was trying to find class 1-B and ended up being late.”

When Mellow put his glasses back on, he was met with a surprise. The person in front of him was none other than Vil’s sister, Vivienne Schönheit, in flesh and blood.

“I-I…” He stuttered, caught off guard. He couldn’t help but stare at her with wide eyes.

“Are you feeling alright?” Vivienne asked, tilting her head curiously.

He only nodded and gathered his things, avoiding eye contact as he kept his gaze on the ground. But then, he noticed that she was also helping him gather his belongings. She handed him some papers and stood up.

“I don’t remember seeing you here before.” She said. “This is actually my second day here.”

He had heard rumors about her being transferred here from the rival school, Royal Sword Academy.

“Are you new here too?” She asked, tilting her head to the side and snapping him out of his thoughts.

Mellow shook his head and attempted to speak.

“I’m not… Just… nervous.” He replied, stuttering slightly.

She sighed and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“If you’re feeling unwell, you can just stay in your dorm.” She suggested. She took off one of her gloves and stepped closer to him, placing her hand on his cheek. “Your face is really red…”

His immediate reaction was to jump back at her touch. Her hand was warm, gentle, and soft.

She apologized quickly, fiddling with her light purple shawl as she spoke. “I’m sorry, I should have asked if it was okay to touch your face like that…”

“It’s fine…” He stuttered. “I-I’m not bothered by it, uhh…”

“Vivienne.” She replied, dusting off her shawl and introducing herself. “My name is Vivienne Schönheit from the Pomefiore dorm. But based on your reaction, I assume you already know who I am.” She giggled, then realized she forgot to introduce herself earlier. “Oh my, I was so flustered that I forgot to introduce myself…”

He shyly smiled and gazed at her.

“M-my name is...Mellow.” He said softly. “Mellow Mildew from Monsville dorm.”

The girl in front of him bowed respectfully.

“I’m very delighted to make your acquaintance, Mellow!” She exclaimed before hugging him tightly. After letting go, she looked into his eyes and said, “You’re really cold though… Here, take my shawl.”

Her movements were like the delicate fluttering of a butterfly, quick and graceful, as she removed her shawl and draped it over him. Her touch was gentle and comforting, like a warm embrace on a cold day. He let out a small yelp and blushed even more.

As Mellow stood there, flustered and wrapped in Vivienne’s shawl, he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Here he was, a shy and introverted student, suddenly thrust into an unexpected encounter with Vil’s sister, a girl that was the exact opposite of him, a girl known for her generousness and heart of gold by all Twisted Wonderland. His heart raced in his chest, and his mind struggled to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing.

Vivienne, seemingly unfazed by his reactions, flashed him another warm smile before adjusting her own coat.

“I hope the shawl helps.” She said softly. “You looked like you could use a bit of extra warmth.”

Mellow nodded mutely, unable to form any coherent words. He couldn’t help but be struck by how different Vivienne was compared to her brother. While Vil exuded an air of power and authority, Vivienne radiated kindness and approachability. It was almost as if they were two sides of the same coin.

Realizing that they were both running late for their respective classes, Mellow took Vivienne’s hand in his and began leading her towards the direction of their classrooms. The second he grabbed her hand sent a jolt of electricity through him, causing his cheeks to flush even brighter than before.

As they hurried through the empty hallways, Mellow found himself stealing glances at Vivienne whenever he could. Her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows, contrasting beautifully against her fair complexion. Her eyes held a mischievous sparkle that hinted at an adventurous spirit beneath her demure demeanor.

With a shaky hand, he pointed towards the direction of Classroom 1-B. She tilted her head curiously, studying his nervous demeanor before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“This is my way of saying ‘thank you’ for bringing me here.” She beamed at him. “Goodbye, for now.”

His stuttering reply was barely audible as she knocked on the classroom door. But just as she was about to enter, the shrill sound of the bell rang out, signaling the end of class.

“Oh dear,” She sighed regretfully. “It seems I’m very late.”

Despite her lateness, she pushed open the door without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Mellow stood frozen in shock, his hand pressed to his racing heart. Suddenly, a voice called out to him.

“Yo, Mellow!”

He turned his head in confusion, but there was no one in sight. He scanned the area until suddenly, Leroy appeared right in front of him with an ear-to-ear grin.

“L-Leroy!” He exclaimed, taking a step back in surprise.

“Hehe, you’re blushing like crazy.” The taller guy teased, playfully messing up his hair. “Looks like you’ve made a new friend.”

Feeling embarrassed, Mellow looked away and tried to hide his face.

“Or maybe something more?” The taller guy smirked and chuckled.

“Sh-shut up!” Mellow snapped, turning away from him in frustration.

But in reality, he did make a new friend indeed…

[lunar-lair]

quiet gear turning sounds as i attempt to puzzle out leo and caseys relationship

its so. like this is the very Core of found family, in that their relationship is simply…undefinable

theyre brothers and theyre master and mentor and the ghost of a father and his son, still here and still alive, and theyre best friends and simply family in every way there really could be

caseys other relationships are decently cut and dry; friends, brothers, sisters. (except for cass, thats a whole different can of worms.)

leo loved casey the moment he learned he had been apart of their family, whether in this timeline or another, regardless of his placement there.

theres this innate way casey looks up to leo that he tries to live up to, little mannerisms and things that make leo proud and endeared in such special little ways. hes still one of the first people casey goes to when he has nightmares, because he always sings the same song and holds him the same and hes home in a way none of the others can manage

and hes not him and casey knows that. but thats ok. hes still here, just a little younger, more compact, a tad more complicated

there are things leo learns from him and casey learns from leo, and there are still ways leo worries about him more than some of the others and things casey trusts leo with wholeheartedly, whether due to this invisible master-student tether that matters less than weightless air or just the ways they care

yet they roughhouse and they tease and they fight over the last slice of pizza and call each other stupid names and goof off

its this intricate kind of thing. they mean so many different things to each other. a brother, home, someone to hold onto, to take care of, however leo can, someone to look up to, however casey wishes, as long as leo can provide. they stick close on the couch, casey lulled to sleep by quiet lullabies and careful braiding of hair leos refused to leave unchecked. leo frets as loudly as he always has about caseys injuries, always so comforting and careful, and a little more ‘hey, be careful’ in his every action than with his brothers. casey follows behind leo, like a little brother and a student and the one whos taken care of, and leo leads the way ahead, gentle and careful and loving and just-barely-wise.

and the very next morning, they wake up and fight over the last pancake and stick their tongues out at each other from across the lair and leo calls ‘try not to get caught up in another apocalypse!’ before casey leaves and casey only cackles back with, ‘and dont get caught in any prison dimensions while im gone!’ because their gallows humor is their finest trait, and leo teases him when he gets back about how he got injured after hauling him in gentle and firm and comforting when he showed up and treating wounds with gentle hands, and they wrestle and laugh before they fall into bed together, both finding it so much easier to sleep with someone else, casey always curled up in leos grasp

its so, so nebulous. found family always is, but casey doesnt go to the others for comfort the way he does leo, they dont treat him quite so gently, because to him, theyre more brothers than anything else. its not so clean cut, but its simpler.

leo woke up after the kraang and took two sentences to ask how casey was doing.

he learned casey had seen the elder version of him as a sensei and a father and he never looked back. by god, hed be home for this boy if it killed him. this boy that saved their world. kind, and sweet, and oh so innocent for everything hes been through.

leo could never resist holding him close, calling him darling and my star and little lilac, and casey could never resist letting him, could never resist reminding him of their age and making sure they could have fun with it, call him comet and supernova and little sensei.

[druidgroves]

friendship + loss for feron!

oc asks: relationships edition thank u sm !!! got a lil angsty in here >:3

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

Up until meeting the rest of the tadfools, Feron had.......no friends. Or she thought she did. Sal's hometown was the village of Hill's Edge, once a thriving city near the Reaching Woods where she was held captive by Margaery. It used to boast at least 10,000 people during its busiest times, but with the goblins and gnolls and the hag within the woods drove many away. By the time Feron moved in with Salus, there was less than a quarter population left and most were kind of fond of Feron! A minor part of her backstory involved her running an apothecary, so my thoughts are that Sal opened the business in his retirement and his treks into the woods were to look for wild grown spell components and healing herbs. Feron helped him run it after a while and a lot of their regulars thought she was quiet but helpful and she was convinced they hated her (since for years she had been one of the causes behind the village's declining population; one of her duties was luring people into Margaery's territory after all).

It's very much a goob "they all hated me" while everyone is smiling & waving at him from Meet The Robinson's lmao. There's definitely someone in Hill's Edge who assumed they were friends and Feron had no idea, like Katniss with Madge in THG. She also managed to have a few short-lived flings somehow, but they always fizzled out quickly, either because Feron didn't live up to the mystique they had of her in their heads, or because Feron thought they were getting annoying.

Upon meeting the rest of the brain bug gang, Feron knew she had to either make it or break it since the survival of the entire group depended on them working together towards finding a cure for the worm. Meaning they were stuck together and she couldn't afford to spend however long painfully in awkward, silent agony with the others. So she does her best. Remembers the manners Salus taught her during her rehabilitation period and tries. In the end, she realizes she really had nothing to worry about: her friends were just as strange and fucked up as she was when they first met.

Loss: Is there anyone important to your OC who has passed away? How did they handle the loss?

Salus died of possibly the best thing anyone in a fantasy setting can die of: old age. Even being an adventurer in his youth couldn't take him down, so he lived his full half-elven life span (and nearly beat it by a year; Feron had hoped they could celebrate his 151st birthday before he passed but were shy about three months before he did). He was as spry as ever towards the end, always telling Feron he didn't need help getting around the house or lifting things but always ended up letting her help anyways. They still ran the apothecary together, though Sal would always leave after lunch to go take a nap lol. Then Feron would come home for dinner and they'd read together then go to bed. They had a routine together! So when Salus didn't wake her up one morning for another day at the apothecary, the whole thing really took a lot out of her.

Feron took a long time to grieve. The apothecary was closed for years. For a while she abandoned the house and went back to the woods, killing goblins and gnolls and anything that got in her way. She spent a lot of time in wild shape again, but this time by choice. It was her way of avoiding her emotions. After a particularly close call with a human hunter some decades later, she thought it time to be a person again, and went back to the house to try and get her life together.

She spent a while getting the house together again, then had another mini meltdown when she found out the apothecary had been foreclosed on. While cleaning up the house, she found the courage to go through Salus' old things and came across information on a relationship between him and one of his old adventuring companions. He'd once had a romantic entanglement with the party's gnomish cleric, Calyn Springweave, and it had ended poorly (but not so poorly that she didn't answer his letters when he summoned the party to take down Margaery). Feron thought she had the right to know of his passing and felt that Sal would've wanted her to know anyways. So she managed to track Calyn down to Baldur's Gate and was attempting to find her there when the nautiloid swooped in and got her.

[virginlit]

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞ ah 😌

when he wakes , there is a brief moment of confusion. he finds the cieling of his bedroom first -- the one in salem -- and , like many times before, the only way he can be certain it's not just longing worming it's way in to his subconcious ( reminding him of the distance ) is the faint tingling in his arm , telling him she's been there the whole time, for real. he's still groggy, but knows their time is wasting . they're only back from college for awhile, after all, and who knows when her parents will let her have free time again? 'tis the season, he thinks glumly, for families to take the front seat.

max goes to sit up, determined, only to be quickly placated by a hand firm on his chest. she sounds like she's been up for a bit, looks it too when he rolls his head to the side to look at her. pretty crosses his mind first, followed by jawdropping ( though he manages to keep it together this time ), and, rather unfortunately, with his brain having no space left for anything but her : tubular. she speaks while he stares, his smile going dopey. " hey, who am i to argue? " max decides he doesn't care that his arm is falling asleep, he wraps it around her tighter, feels her settle back in. the rain hits the window in earnest now, but it's pittering loses to that of his heart easily.

( max must be the only person alive to despise 'good' dreams. he's had ones just like this : they'd only left him wanting. )

[teenytinyjournalqueer]

I know I told you I’d stop hating him, but I can’t. I can’t stop hating the person that gets the life with you that I would do absolutely ANYTHING for. The worst part is he doesn’t even care or see the absolute honor being bestowed on him. He can literally do anything he wants and it will forever be okay. He can treat you like absolute shit (which he does literally ALL the time, and yet somehow it’s always okay), he can hang out with you as much and for as long as he likes, hell he even gets to live with and wake up next to you every morning and even that’s okay!

When we hang out (even if we are in your city) your family calls you 100x an hour to “check on you” or make you feel guilty for wanting to hang out with me and not being with them to be their servant, but you spent a literal WEEK with him halfway across the fucking country and NO ONE was allowed to call you for the entire week, NOT ONCE. You’ve told me since day one of us being together that you were too private of a person for anyone to ever know we are/were dating, but anyone/everyone can know about him and that you two are dating.

I will always put you first no matter what is going on in my life, but with him you aren’t even a priority. Don’t worry I’ll do my very best to never let on that I would take his place in an instant, that I’m not sure if I will EVER be able to stop hating him. You said “You can’t love him while I hate him!” And if I’m being honest, that is FINE with me. I don’t want you to love him, not really. Dating him is one thing, but loving him, that’s a whole other. He gets EVERYTHING!!!! Why the FUCK does he deserve the gift of your love too?! He literally does NOTHING to earn it! He was just lucky enough to be born with a fucking penis so he’s “family approved”. Meanwhile, I have to fight tooth and nail, trying to move heaven and earth to even get to spend 5 minutes with you in person.

You keep telling me I’m bad with money because all the insurance money from my apartment fire is gone now, but the truth is I spent almost every last penny I had for that amazing six days we spent together. I didn’t tell you, and I hope you never find out but I did. To me it was worth it, because as MUCH as you deny it, I’d bet my life on the fact that we’ll never get to spend time in person together ever again. You say we’ll always find a way but we both know that’s just a lot of talk to make us both feel better. Your parents will make sure we never see each other ever again!!! You almost killed yourself just trying to survive those six days, especially since I need so much help. You, your happiness, and your safety will ALWAYS be my top priority.

You are hanging out with him in about three hours for the entire day. He gets to see you two weeks in a row, and you two are even going to OUR Thai place. I know you and I can never go back because of the lack of accessibility, but it still FUCKING hurts. He’ll get the cute candle lit dinner with you, and because it’s him it will of course be better than when we went.

Sometimes, I want time with you that’s just OURS. I want places that only WE go to. But no matter what he always manages to cast his terrible fucking shadow over everything and anything we do. There wasn’t a single moment when you weren’t asleep that he didn’t manage to worm his way into every other sentence of our conversations. I’m not sure how but his name kept coming up. I made sure never to mention it even once, and yet every sentence or at most every other somehow led back to him and how brilliant and amazing he is. I don’t even know how that happens. I’m not sure exactly how to put into words exactly how much that hurts, to be trying to spend what little time we are allowed together in person just living in the moment with you, and soak up all the amazingness that is you, only to have our little love bubble burst by his ever looming presence every two minutes. I somehow doubt my name EVER comes up in any conversation you have with him nearly that often, if at all. It KILLS me that he claims to “love you” but continues to treat you like you aren’t even important in his life! Never mind that you should be the MOST important thing in his life!!!

You love to tell me every time I make a mistake that “you’d never put up with any mistakes from a man!” And yet you’ve proven over and over that is a bold face lie. I mean maybe it’s not, maybe he’s not just any man, maybe there’s something that makes him special. I don’t know anymore. There must be something extraordinary about him, because I would bet my life that if push came to shove, I’d be the one who would have to leave.

Especially when you refused to tell me what/who you’d leave behind “if it stopped working” when you were talking to “her”. I know you always say that it’s my mental health that makes me think that he is more important than I am, and maybe I’d believe that if there had been one or two or maybe even a handful of instances that proved he WAS more important than me. But that’s not the case, it feels like there’s some new thing every day or every other that continues to prove that there is a hierarchy of people in your life and I am at the very bottom. Please, don’t get me wrong, I understand not being at the top, that much I get, but to be below HIM?! Someone who if he does have a hierarchy of people in his life, wouldn’t even have you on the LIST?!

You keep telling me that I listen to my emotions more than you and that my emotions lie to me. Maybe that was true in the beginning, but I’m having a harder time believing that as time goes on. Just like I’m having a harder time believing we stand any chance of actually being together. As much as I would move heaven and earth, walk across continents, and swim oceans to try to make that happen, it’s become obvious it’s out of my control. The worst part is, I’d do anything for you, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t even raise a finger to help you.

He likes you solely for your looks, it’s so superficial for him. I’ve told you this before. Your looks drew me in but who you are is the reason I stayed and will always stay. I never thought it would hurt dreaming about our future together, but it does now because I know no matter what I do, I’ll be lucky if I ever even get to see you in person again, never mind get the absolute HONOR of spending the rest of my time on this dumpster fire of a planet with you! Our future together is out of reach now, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. The first domino has fallen and now it’s just a matter of time before I’m pushed out of your life completely and I have to watch your life with him pass me by via your social media posts. I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what. It just kills me that we’ll never get to be together, that the future we wanted, planned and dreamed about has gone up in a puff of smoke.

[trentsgirl]

— ☕️ ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⟡ summary: when he wakes up in the morning, and you’re not in bed with him.

⟡ content: six hundred words, fluff, mason being clingy.

⟡ masterlist.

it was unusual for mason to be home for a whole week without having to leave early in the morning for practice. however, due to his hamstring injury in his last match, he received two whole weeks off. he didn't want to be away from you for more than one minute.

as mason expected, he looked forward to finding you in bed, comfortably nestled against his chest, just the way he preferred. however, when he discovered that you weren’t there, a perplexed frown appeared on his face.

despite having seen you just last night, mason already felt a sense of longing for your presence. he yearned to hold you in his arms again. it saddened him to be met with an empty bed.

mason swiftly got out of bed, slipped into his grey sweatpants, and left the bedroom without bothering to put on a shirt. he was determined to find you, feeling like his heart would burst if he didn’t lay eyes on you immediately.

it didn’t take mason long to locate you; you were in the kitchen, busily preparing breakfast while singing quietly along to taylor swift’s songs playing on your phone. mason couldn’t help but gaze at you in admiration as your back was turned to him, bobbing your head to the beat.

without announcing his presence, mason quietly approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. a soft chuckle escaped his lips when he sensed a faint flinch from you.

“mase, you scared the life out of me!” you scolded, feeling the tickle of his mustache brushing against your bare shoulder.

he tenderly planted a few soft kisses on your shoulder and nape before speaking in a slightly sulky tone, “m’sorry, i just can't believe you’re up so early.”

mason wasn’t much of an early bird like you. while he managed to wake up almost every morning, it didn’t necessarily mean he enjoyed it. if it were up to him, he would have preferred to stay in bed until the afternoon.

“the early bird catches the worm, they say.” you responded with a soft smile, deftly flipping the pancake in the pan.

mason never quite understood the habit of waking up promptly at six in the morning and feeling energized throughout the day. although he would have admired you for it, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed at you at that moment for leaving him alone in bed.

“i’d rather we slept in and missed the worm entirely.” he stated, his tone indicating a touch of pouting, which you could sense without even turning to look at him.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, as you took the cooked pancake from the pan and added it to a plate already filled with at least ten pancakes.

“stop being a baby and go get me the nutella and maple syrup, please,” you instructed mason, as you turned off the stove.

mason rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with your remark. however, he begrudgingly obeyed, reluctantly letting you go, and retrieved what you listed from the cabinet.

“why on earth did you make this much pancakes? who’s going to eat all of them?” he asked, placing the nutella and maple syrup on the kitchen table.

“i may have gotten a little carried away...” you murmured, as the realization dawned upon you that you had made an excessive amount.

mason snickered, “a little?”

you playfully smacked him on the shoulder before fetching plates for both of you and placing them on the table.

“why can’t we just eat in bed? i just wanna hold you,” mason whined, wrapping his arms around your waist once more and drawing you near to his chest.

“because you eat like a baby and get food all over the sheets,” you declared, escaping his embrace, which only deepened his pout. “now, c’mon. sit down and eat.”

“fine.. but you still owe me cuddles,” mason commented as he took a seat, and you joined him.

“of course.”

“and kisses…”

“mhm.”

“and-”

“mase, baby, please just eat your damn pancake.”