#they took so many long breaks for laughter that simply was not there.... i felt so bad.

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Summary: Lucien and you are finally living the dream. A new house and the love of your life with you, what else could you ask for?

note: First time writing for Lucien!! Aka @thelov3lybookworm husband ;) its also a teeny tiny fic/not as long because i genuinly dk whats going on with my life rn but i hope yall enjoy it <33

@lucienweekofficial(day 4)

The smell of paint wasn’t always my favourite. It had this weird tinge that I couldn’t get rid of no matter how many different scented candles I lit around the house. It felt as though the paint had crawled its way into my bed..... or maybe it was because my mate who had been painting the house was sleeping next to me.

One night he had been so tired Lucien simply rolled into bed, paint covered trousers still on and hugged me to his chest, ruining my nighties in the process. According to him my nighties now had a “splash of personality”. 

Safe to say they were in the bin and he had brought me three new pairs.

Tiptoeing into the living room I watched Lucien using a roller up and down the wall, the cream colour covering the once grey and dusty expanse. His back muscles were prominent, making me forget why I was even here as I simply watched him work.

He looked like he was enjoying the silence way too much, an idea to disturb him popping up immediately. Sneaking up on him from behind and dipping my finger in the paint can I painted a heart onto his muscled shoulder, the warmth of his skin making my fingers tingle.

I knew the second he felt my presence he could have turned around and stopped me but instead he let me finish my heart. The little things he did that made it feel like my heart was going to burst from the amount of love I had for him.

As I stepped back, admiring my work, Lucien's voice broke the comfortable silence. "Is this your new way of greeting me?" he murmured, the corners of his mouth lifting in that lopsided smile I knew so well. His eyes, golden flecks catching the light, held a glimmer of amusement, daring me to answer.

Instead, I dipped a finger back in the paint and touched it to his chest, leaving another little heart right above where his own beat steadily. He chuckled, and in one quick movement, his fingers found the paint can, swiping a cool, creamy streak along my nose before I could dodge.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" I grinned, grabbing a small brush from the tray nearby. The next few moments blurred into laughter and paint splatters, our voices filling the quiet room, as we playfully dodged each other's attacks.

Slowly the fighting came to a stop, of course after I got the last hit.

Before I could tell what was happening Lucien turned his face away, body angled away as his hand shot up to cover his eyes. My heart dropped in an instant, my smile faltering as I reached out instinctively. "Lucien? Are you alright?" I whispered, my voice laced with worry.

The playful tension melted into concern as I reached out, trying to pull his hand away. "Did the paint get in your eyes?"

He didn’t respond right away, his shoulders shaking slightly as he kept his face turned from me, his hand shielding his eyes. Panic rose within me, my heart pounding faster with each passing second.

“I’m sorry my love, here let me clean it. Don’t rub it, It’ll hurt even…” My words cut off as I gently turned his face to look at me and instead of paint on his face, there were tears running down his face. Heart breaking in two I cupped his face “What’s wrong?” whispering the words I brushed a thumb across his warm freckled cheek. 

His hands came to rest on my hips as he looked down at me with a small smile on his lips as the tears still came down. 

“Nothing”

“So why are you crying then?” Wiping away his tears I was confused as ever. Lucien wasn’t usually one to cry but when he did it broke my heart too.

“Because…” He took a deep breath as if trying to reign in his emotions and explain to me “Because everythings perfect. This- it’s all I've ever wanted. The love of my life with me, a place I can call home”

As Lucien took a breath, his voice barely a whisper, I felt an ache in my chest. His hands tightened on my hips, grounding himself in the moment, as if to reassure himself that this was all real—that I was here, that I was his, and that the life we were building together was more than just a fleeting dream.

"You've put so much into this place," I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his messy paint specked hair, still mussed from hours of painting and effort. "Every bit of it feels like you."

His lips tilted up at the ends as he looked down at me, his thumb gently tracing a small circle on my hip. "I wanted it to feel… right. Somewhere we can make memories."

I felt the weight of his words, each syllable filling the room with a profound vulnerability. He wasn’t just talking about paint and walls. This was a dream made tangible—a life he’d fought so hard to build. I remembered nights spent in my old apartment, fantasizing about places just like this.

"We will Lucien. I wouldn't want this with anyone else"

He looked down at me, his gaze warm and searching. His voice was a whisper as he admitted, "I never thought I’d fall in love again after...." It took him a moment as if pushing away the tide of emotions he was feeling "-after everything.... you are the light of my life, did you know?"

My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help but smile, cupping his face as I stood up on my tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “So are you"

P.s: dnnfdhbfhjbdfb uhm luciens a cutie also ignore any mistakes <3 or feel free to tell me

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 38

it was 3 hours. i had to lay down immediately.

[moonchildstyles]

I would simply die for an Aster blurb about them moving in together and christening their new room

wordcount: 9.4k+

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(Y/N)'s body felt heavy by the time she stacked the final box in what was now her new bedroom. She couldn't help herself before she was flopping onto the bare mattress on the floor, her back popping as soon as she laid back. 

It'd been a long day and a half between transporting the boxes, breaking down furniture, and cleaning out whatever she wasn't taking with her in the move. The last step had been spending the morning unpacking what she could and organizing the remaining boxes. Harry was doing the hard work of putting together the furniture they'd just broken down, and setting up the new pieces they picked up to fill out the rest of their space. 

Mitch and Sarah had helped as they could, but they were readying for their own move. Now that (Y/N) and Harry were in their own place, Sarah would be moving in with Mitch in the house, leaving their apartment empty at the end of the month. 

(It had been a tearful conversation when they realized neither of them would be signing onto the lease once more, (Y/N) especially saddened at the thought of the first place she considered a real home now sitting empty. Her reassurance came in the form of knowing Sarah would still only be fifteen minutes away from her new home, and she would be with Harry now—her real home, if she wanted to get sentimental). 

Staring up at the ceiling with her limbs spread out, (Y/N) took in a long breath. 

It was odd already, seeing the differences in the ceiling despite the texture not being too far off from what it was like at her apartment or Harry's old house. Even the mattress under her wasn't the same, Harry having urged them to get a bigger one—even more than the one he used to have. Though the walls were still bare, she already knew how different it would be from either of her previous spaces; more black would be involved than she ever imagined herself living in. 

All the change had her bones aching that much more. 

"Break time?" 

Craning her neck up, she spotted Harry standing in the doorway wearing a small smile on his lips. Though he had his hair tied back with one of the many scrunchies he'd stolen, stray curls still stuck to his temples, attracted to the sheen glossing his skin. No eyeliner darkened his gaze at the moment, but the sleeveless cut of his shirt allowed all of his tattoos to sit in the morning light. 

God, she was going to have to buy curtains soon, too. 

"I guess," she sighed, flopping back onto the mattress. 

Harry let out a huff of laughter, his footsteps giving him away as he crossed the room only to flop beside her. 

He laid in silence next to her, looking at the same ceiling they would be gazing at every night together. 

"What are y'thinking about?" he asked, his voice a murmur. 

(Y/N) swallowed, reaching for his hand between them. "We're moving in together." 

She could hear the smile in his voice when he said, "I know." 

Hearing his own joy, she couldn't help the smile touching at the corners of her lips. "You're excited?" 

He pulsed his hand around hers. "Of course I am—I've been excited since Barcelona. 'S me and you now, baby." 

She liked the way he talked about this change, shaving the nervous edge from her thoughts. Change didn't sound so bad if it meant she was doing it with him. "You'll never have to drop me off anymore."

Letting out a plume of laughter, Harry rolled over to hover above her. Stationing his elbow by her head, he placed his cheek in his palm, squishing his smile as he gazed down at her. 

"I know—you'll be stuck with me all the time now." 

"You'll be stuck with me," she countered, voicing one of the thoughts that'd been floating through her head these last weeks as the move became more real. What if, once the honeymoon wore off, he'd realize he didn't like living with her as much as he'd hoped? 

"Sounds like a dream to me," he told her, readily fending off her unsaid worry. "How long do y'think 's gonna take for you to start getting up early with me, or for me to start sleeping in with you?" 

A small huff of laughter fanned from her lungs. "I don't know—you tell me, because I'm not getting up early like you unless I have to." 

"We'll see," he said, placing his free hand on the soft of her cheek, "It'll only take a couple mornings of breakfasts before you're up with me every day." 

He had her there, truthfully. She loved breakfast, and she wouldn't put it past him to use it against her in an effort to change her sleep cycle. 

Leaning into his hand on her cheek with her eyes matching his above her, she felt herself soften up that much more. "You're really happy, though? No cold feet?" 

Harry's expression leveled out, sincerity in his eyes. "'M more than happy, angel. Really, I've been thinking about this for a long time with you. Get t'have you all the time now—everything feels real now. 'M excited." 

It was the light in his eyes, the way he didn't flinch from her gaze or trail away, that had her chest tightening. His words felt like a vow to her ears. Everything did feel real now—in the scariest, most exciting, nerve-wracking, dream fulfilling way. 

This was all she'd ever wanted, to have a home filled with love and trust. Harry would make that a reality for her, starting with this move. 

"You're happy?" he prodded, thumbing over her cheekbone. 

"Really happy," she affirmed, nodding her head, "Scared, but in a good way." 

He tipped his head as he listened to her, a dimple popping into his cheek. "'S a change, but a good change, right?" 

"Yeah," she smiled, "Good change." 

Ducking down, Harry pressed his lips to hers. Despite the long morning they had picking through and transporting boxes, he didn't lack any energy as he poured that assuring affection through the kiss. 

"Love you," she murmured when he pulled away, lashes fluttering in a blink. 

"Love you, too," he drawled, voice a low rumble just for her. "After I finish putting up the shelves, we can get lunch." 

Maybe it was nostalgia or reaching for something familiar amidst the change that had her suggesting, "Little House?" 

His grin stretched with dimples in his cheeks and bunny-like front teeth on display. "Anything y'want, lovebug." 

She could definitely get used to hearing that. 

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"What's next on the list?"

Peering at her phone with knitted brows, (Y/N) scrolled through the list of all the things they needed to pick up during their grocery trip. 

"Um," she mused, making sure she was noting everything they had packed away in the trolley already, "Pasta." 

Harry hummed in response. "This way, I think," he murmured, leading them down the aisles until she saw the many different boxes and bags displayed on the shelves. 

Parking the cart on the opposite side of the aisle, Harry looked at the different options before them with a critical eye as if he were looking at more than just varying shapes of pasta. 

"Do y'care what kind?" he asked, reaching for a blue box of plain spaghetti on the shelf.

"Not really, but," she started, spotting her preferred brand just a few boxes down, "The green box is better." 

Following her line of sight, he found the brand she referred to just for his features to pinch. "Wheat noodles?" 

"Well, yeah," she said, her own brows meeting in the middle with a pinch. 

"You... actually eat that?" Harry asked, almost looking offended at this new detail he found out about her. 

"They're good," she countered, defensive.

Harry shook his head, a huff of laughter falling from his lips. "I always thought those were Sarah's when I was over." 

"Do you not like them?" (Y/N) pressed, popping a hip the longer he stood there arguing with her.

"No one likes wheat noodles, love. You're the first person I've ever met that eats them by choice." 

"They're good!" she repeated, a whine to her voice, "Stop being mean." 

"I'm not being mean," he shook his head, grabbing for one of her wheat boxes along with one of his regular blue boxes, "Jus' didn't know that about you. Next, you're gonna tell me that y'only eat green bananas or plain yogurt." 

When she didn't answer as he loaded the cart with their new finds, Harry glanced up at her with amusement in his eyes. 

"(Y/N)..." 

"Green bananas last longer," she cemented, "And plain yogurt is really good with honey. Don't be mean." 

Harry only shook his head, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he steadied the trolley with his free hand. "You're cute, angel. That's all." 

He pressed a small kiss to the top of her head in the privacy of their aisle, his smile felt against the strands. 

"And, a little weird." 

Looking up at him with accusing eyes, (Y/N) whined out his name. "No, I'm not." 

"Sure," he smiled, teasing her that much more before dotting a kiss to the tip of her nose, "What's next?" 

(Y/N) hoped he didn't catch the smile gracing her lips when she shook her head. 

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Though it felt a bit silly to be so dressed up with nowhere to go, (Y/N) couldn't resist twirling before the mirror in her bedroom.

Her dress was short, a stiff corset making up the bodice while the skirt flared around her hips until hitting the mid of her thigh, everything draped in baby pink satin. Her arms were left free aside from a barely there gathering of lace that sagged over her biceps, a faux sleeve that did nothing to keep the bodice high on her chest. More lace was overlaid on the rest of the dress, threaded with shimmering gold to sparkle every time she caught the light.

It was a dress she'd had for over a year now, having never worn it before tonight. It always felt much too fancy for anything she'd go out for, and much too extravagant for her to feel comfortable in. 

But, tonight was date night. Their first date night in their new home. It felt like a special enough occasion to finally grow the confidence to don the gown, even if she was still a bit nervous that she was doing too much. Especially since this date night would be spent in their dining room. 

Satisfied with the way her hair fell and her cheeks held a dewy flush thanks to all of the cosmetics on the bathroom counter (Harry still needed to finish building her vanity, so until then she was taking over their ensuite), she padded out of the bedroom on socked feet. 

They had almost completely finished packing, only. a few boxes and pieces of furniture waiting. Everything was a perfect mix of the two of them, (Y/N) thought. There was a pink throw blanket over their grey couch, a cherry blossom shaped lamp on their glass coffee table, a fluffy pink cat bed housing a black bat toy. There were photos of them littering the walls, some from their time in Barcelona, but many from the quiet moments they spent at home with one another. While (Y/N) had never imagined living in a home with so much black and other muted tones, everything served as a reminder that this was a home she'd made with someone else—someone she loved. 

She'd learn to live with it, she decided. 

The kitchen was warm as she padded over the tiles, the light in the oven on as she peeked through the glass to check on the lasagna cooking inside. With the extra cheese bubbling on top, she figured—hoped—the dish would be ready in a few minutes, giving her just enough time to plate and serve everything when Harry walked through the door. 

Evie circled her feet as she moved towards the dining table, nearly tripping (Y/N) just as Harry warned her his kitten would attempt to do the first time (Y/N) met her all that time ago. 

"Careful, Evie," she scolded her with a gentle tone, reaching down to pet between her ears, "I almost kicked you." Ever the beggar, Evie only chirped up at her with big eyes the way she had when (Y/N) was layering the lasagna in hopes of earning some extra scraps. "Later," (Y/N) promised her, carefully stepping around Evie, "After it's out of the oven, I'll give you some pieces before your dad sees." 

The table was already set, complete with candles and intricate place mats. There was a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge (did wine even go in the fridge? She'd have to ask Harry later) next to the strawberry shortcake she'd bought from the shops, and the heart shaped speaker she'd stolen from their bathroom was now perched on the kitchen island. As soon as the lights were lowered, (Y/N) hoped their home would feel just as nice as the restaurants Harry loved taking her to. 

After the timer went off, she pulled the dish from the warm oven, basil and oregano scenting through the space. Checking the time, she made haste as she put the finishing touches on the space. Once squares of lasagna were cut out, she attempted to place extra basil leaves atop the bake in hopes of emulating a heart—an idea she'd seen on Pinterest. She connected a soft playlist to filter from the small speaker. Flames danced in the candle votives, warming the space just as he lowered the lights. 

Just as she popped the plates on the placemats, she heard the distinct crackling of the garage door opened. A smile spread across her features.

Harry was home. 

She couldn't contain how antsy she was as she stood next to the made up table, rocking in her spot with her dress twirling around her. Gosh, she hoped he liked what she did. 

Evie chirped at the door she'd learned Harry would come through when he came home, circling and looking up in wait of her dad. (Y/N) sympathized with her energy. 

Harry's heavy footsteps sounded just before the door swung open, his gentle voice crooning as soon as he saw his Evie running out to greet him. 

"Hey, you," he smiled, reaching down to pet her head, "How was your day, hm? Where's mummy?" 

At that same moment, he peered up, noticing the low lights in the house and the warm scent drifting through. She had her hands knotted behind her, unable to stop them from fidgeting by the time his gaze slid over her. 

"Hi, love," he said after a moment, though his eyes never strayed from the neckline of her dress, "What's got you all dressed up? Did I forget something?" 

She shook her head. "It's date night," she told him, "First one in the new house." 

"Pretty special occasion, then. When did y'get that dress?" His eyes finally shifted down the rest of the length to where frilly socks circled her ankles before landing on her face once more. A smile bloomed on his cheeks. 

"I've had it for a while, just never wore it," she shared, swallowing around the nerves that all of his attention garnered, "I made dinner." 

It seemed then that he realized there was more than just her and her dress in the room. She watched as he took in the set up and the plates of dinner, the smell in the house and the candles lighting the room. 

"You did," he said, finally stepping away from the threshold and towards her, "Everything looks wonderful—especially you." 

"Thank you," she smiled, falling into his arms as soon as he opened them. Settling her chin on his chest, she dazed up at him with moony eyes. "How was work?" 

While it was far from the first time she'd asked him that exact question, it definitely had a different ring to it knowing that he'd just come home—to their home—from his first day of work since moving in. 

"Good," he murmured, his eyes seemingly twinkling in the candle light with his eyeliner smudged under his eyes, "Long. Jus' wanted to be home with you and Evie." 

Hearing that never got old to (Y/N). "I missed you, too," she declared, squeezing her arms around his middle, "Did you still have fun?"

"A little," he teased, "Y'were busy today though, hm?" 

"A little," she parroted, growing sheepish under his gaze, "This is our first real dinner that isn't takeout here. I wanted it to be special." 

Tearing his eyes from hers, he looked at the spread on the dining table once more. "Definitely did jus' that, angel. I feel underdressed," he laughed, his hands laced behind her back trailing down the flared skirt of her dress. 

"I think you look nice," she countered, drawing her own eyes down to the ink on his neck, the roses blooming as he swallowed. 

"I look like I jus' came home from work," he said, laughing off her compliment. 

"But, you came home to me," she murmured, unsure of what her point was, but knowing that there was no way he was ever going to look bad when he was coming back to their home. 

His expression softened then, leaving only a single dimple dented in his cheek and a lopsided smile on his raspberry lips. "I did, didn't I?" 

(Y/N) nodded up at him before Harry ducked his head down and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. She could feel her lip gloss sliding between their mouths, surely leaving a stain on his own though he didn't care with the way he slotted their lips together. It was a kiss full of affection, where his hands on the small of her back had her pressed to him. Tipping his head just so, he deepened the kiss with a taste of her lips on his tongue. 

He pulled away first, only after smattering a string of pecks across her pout. He was rewarded with a plume of laughter fanning from her mouth. 

"'M gonna get changed, but I'll be right back, 'kay?" he told her, untangling his arms from around her waist. 

"Okay," she sighed dreamily, reluctant to let go of him though she was able to, instead, watch him walk to their shared bedroom instead. 

He only turned around once to catch her admiring him.

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(Y/N) wanted to huff when Harry blocked her from reaching into the water-filled sink for the third time. She settled for planting her hands on her hips, and pouting at the back of his head. 

"I can help, H. It's fine," she attempted to reason with him again. 

As if he hadn't heard her at all, he continued with his hands in the soapy water, cleaning off the dishes they'd used for dinner. He'd already packed away the leftovers of the lasagna and stowed away the remaining half-bottle of wine she'd uncorked for the night; she wanted to help before the opportunity was gone. 

Her pout only puffed out further, feeling a tiny bit like an insolent child when she debated if stamping her foot would catch his attention. 

"Harry," she scolded. 

"(Y/N)," he countered, parroting her scolding tone right back, "I've got it, my love. Jus' relax now." 

"But we're supposed to be a team," she complained, "I'm not supposed to let you do this by yourself." 

At that, Harry finally chanced a look over his shoulder at her. His eyes were tender, bright green against the refreshed liner he had applied when he changed before dinner. The lines of his face were soft as he gazed at her, his lips slightly curling while the line of his jaw held a rounded edge.

"We are a team, baby," he emphasized, wiping his hands down before turning to face her, "You made dinner, so 'm doing dishes. That sounds like teamwork to me, don't you think?" 

(Y/N) opened her mouth before swiftly closing it, unsure of what to say to that. At the end of it all, deep in her chest where she didn't enjoy digging, was that fear that if she didn't pull her weight, show her worth as more than just a little playmate for Evie or someone to crowd the bathroom with all of her products. 

But that wasn't exactly a romantic date night conversation, was it?

He waited patiently as she attempted to find her words, leaning back against the counter with an adoring gaze. When nothing coherent came from her lips, only a sputtering of a half-baked excuse, he reached towards her with gentle hands. 

Grasping her waist over the structure of her dress, he pulled her towards him until she was flush to his chest. Only when she wrapped her own arms around his middle, fingers looping around his back, did he set a careful hand on her cheek. 

Brushing stray hairs from her face, he tilted his head as a small smile touched his lips. "You know 'm still going to take care of you, right? Jus' because we live together now, doesn't change that. Y'don't have to prove anything—not to me."

With a flutter of her lashes, (Y/N) swore she could have cried hearing his words. She melted into his hold instead, enveloping him in a warming hug. 

He knew her better than anyone before, that much she knew. It was enough to have her heart breaking only to grow bigger so she could fit more of him inside. 

"Love you," she murmured, the words muffled against his chest as she squished herself against him. 

"Love you more, angel," he reciprocated, dotting a kiss to the top of her head. Shifting his hands on her, he moved until his palms landed on her hips. "So you're going to sit right here, and let daddy take care of you." 

It was the amusement swimming in his eyes and the lilting in her voice that made it clear he was only teasing, prodding and poking at her to get her in a lighter mood, but (Y/N) only felt her skin heat at the use of that title. It was quite the adjustment to know that he could speak so boldly outside of the bedroom now that there weren't any kind of roommates that could walk in at the last moment. 

In a daze, she stepped back as he herded her to sit up on the counter beside the sink. She was left with her legs dangling with her skirt fanned across her thighs, hands knotted in her lap, and her eyes on his back. The music she had connected to the small speaker continued to thrum through the room, soft and low, creating a soundtrack for the moment. 

It was silly, to feel so entranced as she watched him do something as mundane as rinsing dishes, but that was definitely what she was feeling. 

He hadn't even changed into anything special before dinner, only a black button down with embroidered white flowers and a pair of fitted black trousers. His hair was left down after adjusting some of the curls he'd mussed during work, the length falling longer than she'd seen it before. 

Maybe it was the fact that she could still hear his teasing comment ringing in her ears, or how much she truly had missed him throughout the day, but she couldn't take her eyes off him. She watched as his shoulders tensed and flexed through the fabric, the line of his muscles down the length of his arm. A part of her wanted to reach out, drag her hand down his biceps and feel the way they bunched and released as he worked. 

She felt herself growing impatient the longer he worked through the soapy water, despite knowing there wasn't much of a mess for him to clean up given the limited dishes. Without thinking, she swung her socked foot out and tapped against his leg, dragging over the back of his calf. 

A huff of laughter left Harry's lips though he continued working with only a small glance at her. "Wasn't enough to jus' watch me? Gotta touch me, too?" 

She felt flustered to be called out like that, as if she hadn't wanted his attention in the first place. She only managed a small shrug of her shoulders. 

Shaking his head, Harry put the last rinsed plate into the dishwasher and drained the sink. He took his time drying off his hands before reaching for her crossed legs. Setting his hands on her thighs, she pliantly let him spread them apart before he came to stand between her legs, his hands settling on the full of her thighs with a lingering touch. 

"What are y'thinking about, love? Got all my attention now, jus' like y'wanted, right?" 

His gaze on her features was warm enough that (Y/N) swore she could feel a warmth in its wake, heavy and unrelenting. She blinked up at him, a flutter of her lashes as he grew breathless. "I don't know—just... You." 

"Me?" he smiled, dipping his head down until he was level with her, "You've got a crush on me or something?" 

His teasing was enough to have a laugh drawn from her lungs, dropping her hands to land on his own as they roamed over her thighs, dipping underneath the hem of her dress. "Stop," she giggled.

"Ooh," he sung, "You like me, don't you? C'mon, love, can't hide it from me. So obvious, isn't it?" 

"Stop it," she laughed, letting go of his hands and instead opting to loop her arms around his neck in a controlling hug, "I don't have a crush on you!" 

"You don't?" Harry whined, a pout audible in his voice, "But, why'd y'move in with me then if y'don't even have a crush on me?" 

Hooking her ankle around the back of his leg. She murmured into his neck, "Because I love you." 

His arms created a cradle around her back, keeping her close as he quieted in her hug. "I love you too," he hummed, "So much. Thank you for doing all of this for us, love—everything was perfect." 

Her grin stretched wider over her cheeks, "I'm happy you liked it all. First date at our new house." 

"Still gotta take care of a lot of firsts here, don't we?" His hands on her body shifted then, caressing the structure of her dress, the pads of his fingers tracing the detailing of the lace. 

With the way his voice dropped—and the fact he'd said what he said only a handful of minutes ago—, (Y/N) had somewhat of an idea of what kind of firsts he was referring to. 

The past week had been hectic to say the least. Nothing more than cuddling and a few stray kisses were shared in their new bed, their bodies not having energy for anything more after their long days of making their house a new home.

Tightening the loop of her arms around his neck, she clung to him as she nodded into his neck. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" he parroted, a smile in his voice. Turning his head, he pressed his lips into a string of kisses from her temple down to her cheek, lingering kisses that dragged over her skin. She could feel her blood warming in his wake, her lashes fluttering as her eyes came to a close. 

"Yeah, daddy."

Harry pulled in a long breath at the sound of his title wrapped in her voice, the tip of his nose dragging across her cheek. Finally, he planted his lips on hers, slotting between her own. 

With her arms around his neck, (Y/N) practically melted into him with the broad of his body keeping her upright. She half-expected him to smile into the kiss, a small tease over seeing how ready she was for something as small as a kiss, but he did nothing more than tilt his head and strengthen his grip on her form. 

It wasn't until she felt the tip of his tongue sweep across her lower lip that she gathered they hadn't even so much as kissed like this since moving. She hadn't realized the week had been so hectic as to leave no time for anything more than a few kisses and their cuddling before passing out as soon as the sun fell. 

She hadn't realized how much she missed him until that second. 

Reciprocating his kiss, lips parting and inviting him in, (Y/N) hitched a thigh over his hip. She clung to him with her fingers working into the baby soft curls on the back of his neck in a soft tug. He let out a sigh into her mouth, his hands pulsing on her waist. With her position on the counter, every flex of his hands on her body, she was drawn closer and closer to the edge, leaving her to wrap her limbs instead. 

His tongue ran over her own, the taste of the strawberry shortcake dessert lingering. She could feel the tip of his nose nudging into her own, tracing the bridge with every tip of their heads. The soft sound of their lips parting and coming together filled the kitchen, sounding over the music she still had playing from the small speaker. 

Drawing away from her kiss, he started down her jaw to the column of her throat. (Y/N) tilted her head back, allowing him more access to her heated skin as he kissed down to the neckline of her dress. Her hands in his hair tightened. 

"Where are you going?" she murmured.

"Gonna take care of you, remember?" he said into her neck, the words melting into her skin, "Jus' like I promised."

With that, he fell to his knees before her, settling between her own spread legs. Her hands shifted, now combing the strands out of his face as she looked down at him. His palms glided over her dress until he found the hem, pushing it up and over her thighs to wrinkle at her waist. 

"That okay, baby?" he asked, suddenly breathless as his eyes met the small part of underwear she had covering her core. 

"Uh-huh," she nodded her head, nails catching on his scalp. 

He shot her a soft smile, enough to dot dimples into his cheeks before her attention was diverted to the feel of his hands sitting on her bare thighs. Hooking his fingers into the waist of her underwear, all she needed was to lift her hips just enough before he was pulling the fabric down her legs. 

The way he looked at her then, after pulling the garment off and fitting his hands between her thighs to widen the gap, brought her back to the first night in his office at the tattoo parlor. He gazed at her like he'd never seen her before, like this was the first time all over again. He didn't have to say anything to let her know that he saw her as something special. 

Planting his lips across the inside of her thigh, the tip of his nose and the fan of his breath brought goosebumps to layer over her skin. He dragged his mouth across the sensitive skin, using his grip on her thighs to keep her steady as he tugged her towards the very edge of the counter—and his face. 

It wasn't until she could feel his breath skimming over closer to her pussy that her muscles bunched, her own lungs stuttering. He peeked up at her through the fan of his lashes, matching her eyes for a lingering moment, leaving her with no other option than to watch as he pressed his lips to the crease between her thighs and her core, her body jumping at the tickling shock that touched her spine. With her hands holding back his hair, her fingers flexed between the strands.

She could feel his smile against her skin as he closed that remaining distance, pushing his lips against her clit. She hadn't realized how wet she'd grown until she pulsed around nothing, her breath stalling. His nose mushed against her mound, his lips puckered around her clit in a sucking kiss. It was enough to have her toes curling, eyes fluttering. 

He lingered on her clit, peeking up at her through the fan of his lashes, for a moment before dipping lower. (Y/N)'s throat ran dry as she watched his tongue sink between her folds, a small whine falling from her lips. A light flickered through his eyes then when he peered up at her, though he didn't stop to tease her or pull away to let out a huff of laughter. Instead, he kept her gaze as he skated the tip of his tongue down the length of her slit, lingering over her shuddering opening. 

Her reaction—a choked moan, flexing hands, and shiver down her spine—was finally enough to have him smiling against her wetness. He pulled away just enough, his breath fanning across her core.

"Feel good, angel?" he asked, punctuating his words with a kiss to her clit. 

With her mouth dropping open, (Y/N) wanted to answer, knew she had the words to give him, but nothing left her lips. She was left with a frantic nod of her head, wiggling until she was precariously dangling from the edge of the counter with her pussy right in Harry's face. His brows bounced over his eyes, a smug smile touching at the corners of his lips. 

Expecting another teasing quip, (Y/N) readied herself to attempt to actually answer him, but her mind was drawn completely blank when he only dove back into her folds. His nose was pressed against her swollen clit, her wetness sliding around his chin. She could feel the motions of his tongue through her slit, his lips kissing her in-between each lick. Eventually, Harry couldn't manage to keep his eyes open, his lids falling closed as he buried his tongue among her taste, the tip peeking against her opening.

It wasn't until he wagged his head, spreading her folds around him with his hands keeping her shaking thighs from closing around him, that (Y/N) found her voice. 

"H—Daddy, I—" she choked out, the call crackling and stilted through her lungs. 

The mentioning of his title only spurred him on it seemed. He attempted to mutter something against her core, something lingering and drawled, though (Y/N) couldn't even begin to decipher his words as they were pressed into her pussy. The vibrations of his voice was enough to rattle through her, his nose still mushed into her puffy clit. 

She just needed that much more, she thought, her toes curling at his back. With her hands in his hair, she attempted to get that more she needed, pulling him closer to her core in hopes of feeling him inside. 

Harry's grip on her thighs tightened then, his eyes peeling open to match her cloudy gaze. Despite her hand in his hair, he drew away with the pillows of his lips barely dragging across her sensitive skin. 

"Close already?" he asked, breathless. 

"Y-Yeah, I'm sorry," she stuttered, swallowing around her dry throat, "I—"

Before she could finish her thought, Harry smeared one last kiss against her clit before he was parting her thighs and standing to the full of his height between her legs. She craned her neck to look up at him just as he fixed his palms to mold to the curve of her cheeks, bringing her in for a kiss. His lips were already swollen by the time he sealed them to hers, a taste lingering on his tongue. (Y/N) acted as his crash pad through the frantic shift, taking all of the affection he was pouring into her. She didn't have to see him to know there was a furrow dipping his brows, his eyes cinched closed as he kissed her with the same intensity he had shared between her legs. With the way he was flushed against her, keeping her upright on the countertop, it didn't take much to feel the bulge straining behind his pants. 

Her breath caught. That wasn't something she'd never completely get used to—knowing he loved touching her enough to get his own satisfaction. 

Harry only kissed her harder, this nose nudging against her own. 

When his hands disappeared from her cheeks, sliding down the length of her body, she expected him to wrap underneath her thighs and hoist her up into his arms. Instead, he only lingered on the bare plush of her hips, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin.

"Baby," he breathed against her mouth, drawing just far enough away for the syllables to be audible. "I need to fuck you." 

If her heart hadn't already been hammering into her ribcage, she's sure it would have started then, the vulgar words ringing in her ears. 

Puckering her lips enough to close the space between the two of them, sharing a small kiss, she nodded her head. "Okay." 

"Right here." 

That had (Y/N) blinking her eyes open, pulling far enough away to peek at his still closed gaze. Instinctively, she wanted to protest, to tell him to take her to the bedroom where there was privacy and a locked door. But those were instincts that came before they had their own space, before they were void of roommates. There was no need to hide if Harry was the only one around to catch her in that pleasure. 

When her pause lingered, Harry finally cracked his eyes open, the pupils dilated. She could see the darting of his gaze as he took in the details of her eyes, the fan of her lashes, the shape of her nose. 

"Need me to stop?" he asked, his breathing coming out in heavy swatches. 

"No, no," she answered in a rush, looping her arms around his neck, "Just... We don't have roommates." 

A small smile curved his lips. "We don't." 

"This is our house." 

"It is." 

"We can do this right here." 

His grin grew. "We can do this right here." 

(Y/N) couldn't help the beaming smile that took over her features. Taking advantage of her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for another kiss. It was messy, a bit off center with their mouths smeared across one another, though that was only because she couldn't completely erase her smile. 

"Y'want to?" he murmured into her mouth, his hands on her hips sliding until he was palming the full of her thighs.

"Please," she answered, the word falling from her lips without a second thought. She could only imagine the dimple that bloomed into his cheek then. 

Shifting between her thighs, he tipped his head to trail his lips onto her cheek. "Get me out, baby." 

Her hesitation lasted only a moment before she processed his instruction, her hands sliding from where she had them around his neck. She had the privilege of tracing down his body, feeling the blocks of muscle on his abdomen and the soft pudge on his hips. Reaching the waist of his pants, her hands grew just a bit frantic, fumbling as she moved. 

"'S alright, lovebug," he murmured to her, dotting his lips onto the height of her cheekbone, "Jus' me." 

That was the problem, she wanted to tell him. She wanted him now, and she couldn't make it happen fast enough. 

Unfastening the waist of his trousers, she pushed them down until they hit just the middle of his thighs. She brushed his skin, feeling the coarse hair on his thighs brushing her hands. Peeking between them, she could see the way his cock stood hard between his thighs, the black fabric of his briefs straining around him. 

Hooking her fingers into the band of his underwear, she carefully pulled the garment down, tugging until they were in line with his trousers. His cock bobbed against his stomach, hitting the material of his shirt, with a glistening stain left in its wake. 

Wrapping a leg around his hip, (Y/N) didn't even realize she was trying to pull him closer until she felt herself teeter on the edge of the counter. Harry caught her with a huff of laughter leaving his lips. 

"Careful, love," he muttered, hooking an arm around her waist while the other stayed right on the full of her thigh.

"Sorry," she breathed, planting her hands on his chest though she couldn't keep her gaze off of his length, "I'm just..." 

"Ready for me?" he said, posing a question as much as he was finishing her sentence. 

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head with her fingers curling into the material of his shirt, "Please, daddy." 

She swore she could see his cock jump at her words. 

"Okay, baby," he told her, his voice stilted some, "Hold me, 'kay?" 

Unfurling her fingers from his shirt, she curled her arms around his neck and hugged herself to his chest. His cock fit snug between them, the base pressed into her clit enough to draw a shaky breath from her lungs. Harry's own breath became strained, his chest stuttering.

He held her steady with his arm around her waist while his other slid from her thigh. She could feel the faint touches of his fingertips as he felt around, wrapping his fingers around his cock before lining up with her core. The first touch of his tip against her pulsing hole, her breath caught, her spine stiffening.

Giving her a moment to breathe, he ran the head through her fold. With every bump to her clit and lingering nudge against her opening, she was reminded just how close she'd been before when he had been on his knees between her thighs. She curled her leg around his own that much more, drawing him nearer. 

"Good?" he crooned, the word coming out in a breath.

She didn't even think before, "Yes, daddy," was spilling from her lips. 

That was all Harry needed to hear before the nudges turned into a full thrust of his hips, pressing his cock into her core. A whimpering moan built in her chest as he sheathed himself inside her, her walls parting for him with shuddering pulses. Harry had his own lingering moan that sounded in her ear, elongated and low as he finally got to feel her around him for the first time since moving in. 

"Been too long," he panted, smearing his lips against the hinge of her jaw as she hugged him tighter. 

"It-It's been a week," she told him, stuttering over her tongue as he reared his hips back. Feeling the ridge of his head glide against her and catching on her entrance was enough to catapult her heart to her throat. 

"Too long," he affirmed, thrusting forward, his hand landing on her hip to keep her steady as she was pushed back at the force. "Too long for daddy not to have you, baby. Not gonna happen again, okay? Not since I've got you all t'myself now." 

His words melted into her skin as he kissed down her jaw, his hips curating a pace that had her body pressing back into his anchoring arm. She swore she could feel his head reaching places she had forgotten existed until he was inside her. His base smushed into her clit every time he bottomed out, giving her a jolting touch before he disappeared again in favor of sinking through her walls. She was sure he could feel that jolt just as much with the way she tightened into a snug hold around his length. 

"Not gonna happen again, daddy," she repeated, feeling a bit delirious as she threw her head back, just barely missing the edge of the cabinets as she presented more of her neck for him to kiss. "All to myself now." 

She could feel the huff of his laughter fanning across her heated skin as his lips met the neckline of her dress. "You've got me all to yourself, baby."

Her thighs bunched around his hips, the muscles tightened when he removed his steadying hand on her thigh. She rocked against the counter with every thrust of his hips, the force knocking a small noise loose from her chest each time. 

Curling his fingers around the corseted top of her dress, Harry pulled it down until her bare chest was put on display for the warm air between them to reach. Moving her hands up until she had her fingers dancing through the long curls of his hair, she combed her fingers through the strands as he kissed down her chest with his own hand landing on the thick of her thigh. 

His lips planted a trail over her skin, outlining the swells of her breasts and the line of her cleavage before catching her nipple. The sucking kiss had the pit of her stomach twisting and tying into a tight spiral, knocking her lungs against her ribs in favor of making room for the warmth filling her abdomen. It wasn't a touch she was usually accustomed to, but every now and then, Harry toyed with her body just right to have the feel of his mouth on her chest rivaling that of his touch on her clit. 

"Daddy," she squeaked, her fingers curled tight in his hair, "I think—I—" 

"I know, love," he murmured against her chest, the tip of his nose skimming the flesh, "I can feel it. Y'cum whenever you're ready, yeah? Let daddy have it—I've missed it." 

Even if it was a bit silly—something she may feel embarrassed over with a clearer mind—(Y/N) swore she could feel his voice against her heart, the rumble of his words sinking through her muscle and bone and straight to the pumping chambers. 

"I missed you, too," she stuttered out, her tongue thick in her mouth, "Missed you fu—"

A pinch settled between her brows when she realized what she had been about to say. 

"Missed me what, baby? What were y'gonna say?" Harry prodded, dragging his mouth up from her chest to land on the point of her chin in a searing kiss. 

"Um—I don't know," she breathed, attempting to catch him in a kiss before he pulled just too far out of reach.

Between them, the sound of her folds parting for him with her slick making a mess of their legs sounded within the space, suddenly louder than any soft song that could be playing from her heart shaped speaker. Harry chanced a look down, catching the way his length glistened in the low remaining light with his mouth dropping into a small gape as his breath came out in pants. His arm around her back tightened, angling the small of her back just right to allow him deeper inside. 

"Were y'gonna say y'missed me fucking you?" he asked, breathless as he couldn't tear his eyes from where they were joined. 

Combing her fingers through his hair, she caught the long strands falling in his face. She swallowed around her dry throat. "May-Maybe," she peeped, stuttering through the word as he surged his hips forward in a particularly deep stroke. 

A deep groan rumbled through his chest, his arm around her and his hand on her thigh tightening as he fell into her. His face was buried in her neck, his lips brushing the column of her throat. 

"Will y'say it for me, angel? Please," he murmured, his voice pitching with the plea. 

Had there been anything going on in her head, (Y/N) might have protested, just as she always playfully did when he poked about this same subject. But her head was too full and too empty at the same time. Her only feasible option was to give him what he wanted—especially when he was taking care of her the way he was. 

"I-I missed you fucking me, daddy." 

The heavy groan he let out dripped over her shoulder, warm and rumbling. His own curses filtered through after, his hips still knocking against her own with every stroke as he bottomed out inside her. 

"Never gonna let it happen again, right, love?" he panted, sounding a bit delirious as he began to babble into her neck. 

His bubbling words became the soundtrack as he felt his hand slip from her thigh to head between their bodies. He pressed his palm into her mound with his fingers stretching across the small of her tummy, leaving his thumb to dig right against the pad of her clit. 

"Can y'say it again? Please?" he asked, bringing her back to the moment with decipherable words. 

Her eyes fell closed, her too stimulated from everything to worry about the world beyond the cocoon of their bodies. Every muscle seemed to be bunched that much tighter, pressure leaking through until there would be nowhere else for it to go, but out. 

"I-I'm so close," she whimpered, clinging to him as he mouthed at her throat, his cock twitching inside her, "Keep fucking me, H." 

A moment later did (Y/N) feel the way he shuddered against her, his hips lingering once he bottomed out, only to roll against her. His mouth was in a gape at her neck though no noise came out, leaving him slack-jawed as the first paint of his cum roped out. Though he attempted to keep his thumb on her clit moving, he was far too heavy headed as he rolled his hips into hers, soaking in his own orgasm. Wetness flooded her walls, her insides shuddering as she felt each motion of his cock inside her, hyper aware of every ridge and minute rock of his hips.

"Fuck," he muttered, her first clue that he was floating back down to earth, "I love you—shit, 'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry, why are you sorry?" she breathed, combing her fingers through his hair. She couldn't help but to wriggle in his hold, her own release teetering after feeling him cum inside her. 

"I—You're supposed to be first," he said, breathing heavily into her neck once the last dredges of his pleasure seeped out of his system. 

"I'm fine, it's fine," she smiled, pulling him from her neck only to press her lips to his, "It's okay, you d—" 

Her words were choked off when he started circling her clit with new vigor, rearing his hips back just enough before stroking into her once more. Though he was slowly softening and she could tell the feel of her walls sucking around him was too much, he didn't do anything other than tuck his bottom lip between her two and work her back to the edge she had been balancing on. 

It didn't take long for her muscles to bunch under her skin, her spine to stiffen, and stomach to mold into a tight ball. Her toes curled from where she had her legs wrapped around him, her fingers doing the same in his hair. 

"'M here, baby," he murmured, smearing his lips against hers in a kiss, "Cum for me." 

With a flutter of her lashes as her eyes fell closed and a bubbling call of his name falling from her tongue, (Y/N) felt every bunch of pressure in her body release. Her walls shuddered just as her lungs did, her breath stilted. A heat surged through her system that felt cold by the time it touched her fingertips and toes. Her clit pulsed under his thumb, her insides tightening around his softening cock and the mess he'd left inside her. 

Harry worked her through it as best he could, letting her take her time in the clouds before every touch became too much for her. Though she kept her arms wound around his neck, she loosened her legs from around his waist, leaving him free to pull out with a slick sound filtering through the kitchen.

(Y/N)'s breathing came in pants as she closed her thighs around his hips, knocking his hand just off center enough to show him she'd had enough for the time being. 

"Harry," she breathed, an aftershock reaching up her spine.

"(Y/N)," he answered just before giving her a small peck, a smile on his lips. 

Hugging herself to him, jumping when her sensitive clit touched his soft cock, she tucked her head under his chin. 

"We just had sex in our kitchen," she murmured into the dip of his collarbones. 

A laugh fell from his lips, loud and boisterous. Arranging his arms around her to reciprocate her hold with his palms pressed into the planes of her back, he squeezed her that much tighter to his chest. "We did, didn't we?" 

"Is that gross?" she peeped, suddenly hyper aware of the cold countertop under her legs. There wasn't much time left before she was sure there would be a bigger mess to clean up given just how slick her core felt. 

He shrugged around her, giving her a kiss to the top of her head. "Did y'like it?"

She answered him in a shy nod as if she hadn't been begging him to fuck her just a handful of minutes before. 

"Then, no, 's not gross." 

Smiling into his throat, she melted into him. Even with the boning of her dress poking into her skin, the way her slick was beginning to cool on the inside of her thighs, she could see herself sticking to his moment for as long as she was allowed. 

"I had so much fun with you tonight, baby," Harry muttered, his voice as soft as the touch of his lips to her hair, "Thank you." 

"I had fun, too," she told him, peeling away just enough to look up at him with moony eyes, "Thank you for wanting to live with me." 

Dimples appeared in his cheeks, his smile tender to match the way he looked at her. "Didn't have much of a choice, did I? 'S not normal to send half of m'heart to another house every night, is it?" 

His corny, sticky-sweet words only served to make her heart bloat and reach for his own as if it could leap out of her chest if it tried hard enough. A bubbly laugh fell from her lips, (Y/N) hugging him that much tighter with her cheek laying against his chest. 

"But, seriously," Harry amended, his voice void of amusement as he murmured against her hair, "Thank you for choosing me—I feel lucky everyday that I get to have a life with you like this." 

Every bit of laughter in her chest waned out in favor of fluffy affection tickling the chambers of her heart. She nuzzled closer to him, basking in his warmth and the scent of his skin. She wondered how long it would be until she had those same notes imprinted on her, how long it would take for Harry to linger with notes of cherry on his clothing.

"I love you," she told him, sincerity dripping from each syllable. 

"I love you more," he cemented, dropping a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

Before she had a chance to playfully argue back, Harry shifted his hold on her, adjusting his hands until they slid underneath her bottom. He lifted her from the countertop, (Y/N) clinging to him with a gasp escaping her throat. 

"What are you doing?" she rushed out, wrapping her limbs around him as tight as she could manage.

A bubble of laughter plumed from him. "We've got to clean up and then look at the damage we left here. Or did y'plan on sleeping in your princess dress?" 

The thought of spending the night in the boned corset without panties or even socks on had a frown embedded on her lips. "No. Clean first." 

"That's what I thought," he smiled, carrying her off with a kiss planted on her temple. 

On their way to the bedroom, (Y/N) laid her cheek against his shoulder, the walls of their home passing them by. Her gaze lingered on the photos of them littering the walls, the memories she'd made with him over the short time she'd had her Harry in her life. 

She wondered how many picture frames the walls could hold. They had a whole lifetime now to share many more special moments, and she didn't want to miss a moment.

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ahhhh! im so happy I finally got this part of their story out!! thank you so much for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and please lmk if you have any fun ideas or anything at all :)

[skelliko]

Tokyo revengers |°- sudden first kiss

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji, Inui, rindou

°- kazutora hanemiya

• sometimes you both get playful with each other, playful insults or sarcasm, playful acts that consist of annoying each other in so many ways, or playfully fighting with each other that always result in either one of you tickling the other or falling over each other till one of you is pinned on the ground. though usually that play fighting is done indoors.

• today was supposed to be a day where the both of you simply relax a little due to running from certain people that had to be avoided. but nope, you had a little different plan because how could you resist being a little nuisance to try and feel better about the situation you're both in, and what other way to do that than by having a little play fight?

• sure kazutora has a higher winning streak but it still causes some laughter and energy. though when he had you pinned with your back on the floor, the eye contact that you both had held was new, well no, but the thoughts behind kazutora's mind was new leading to the eye contact feeling odd.

• his hands that held your wrists down, he loosened his grip by a lot in a way that if you wanted to leave you could, easily. he didn't say anything but the silence spoke for itself after when he leaned his face down and carefully connected his lips to yours.

°- Chifuyu matsuno

• he knows about some people that like to put you down and make you feel miserable, he takes consideration into that and always tries to soothe you in hopes of making you feel better whenever some piece of shit likes to mess with you. he hasn't done anything to them because when chifuyu stated multiple of times that he'll beat respect into them you always tried to make him drop the whole idea. despite him wanting to so bad, he still listened to your request and kept his fists hidden in his pockets when walking past the people.

• he was rarely present whenever they would say something to you but when he was he'd throw snarks at them and make them shut up using words, however today was different. he couldn't stand it no more so once a single peep came out of one of the dudes aiming at you it make chifuyu tick.

• throwing a punch right across his face to make sure he bites down on his words but it of course caused a fight between chifuyu and the small group. he won with a few bruises here and there but that was to be expected, what wasn't was what he did after.

• before you can even utter the words 'are you okay?!' or even make sure that Chifuyu is okay or maybe even scold him a little at the end, he takes hold of your face with both hands carefully and presses a kiss onto your lips.

°- Keisuke baji

• sometimes his fights with other gangs get out of hand, and I dont mean just a broken bone or some bloody scabs but i mean it as in his life could be on the line. which is always considered when taking part in a gang fight.

• you're the one who he thinks about whenever he goes off to break people's noses, oddly enough. you're the one that has made him to be more cautious and careful when fighting, making sure he gets out still standing to see your smile.

• though something didn't sit right with him before going to join the group, you were on his mind but it felt like he had to do or say something to you. you knew of the fight but was that really all you had to know? Keisuke being alone, pondered a little standing stuck in the middle of a pathway when he was on his way to meet his group.

• it was like a small adrenaline rush, not just because of the events that will play out soon but because you give him energy without even being there. motivation.

• he ran in the direction of where you live without wasting any more time and knocked on your door, hoping that you answer soon. once he saw the door open and you appear, he took a second or two to think but without wanting to stay silent too long his next decision was to invade your personal space, slide a hand behind your upper back to support you and lean in to connect your lips together. a kiss before battle.

°- seishu Inui

• he'd usually end a day off with some minor teasing after hanging out, either by trying to make you blush and shy away or seeing how bold you can get. though a lot of the time those teasings are him annoying you with little harmless acts.

• he'd try and inconvenience you in the most minor ways like misplacing something or taking your pens and pencils and having you to earn your way in getting them back which could be done by saying 'please' after being told to or be sneaky and catch him off guard. he sometimes likes games like that.

• though in this particular time he decided to take advantage of his height and snatch something off from your hands making you try and reach for it, getting all close to him with both arms in the air but he keeps moving the item from one hand to the other and left to right and down and up making you to lose eyesight on the item for a second but by the time you try to reach for it inui moved his arm back up into the air.

• and then he kissed you. while you were getting so close to him in hopes of reaching for the item he couldn't help but focus on your face and those lips. his mind was completely blank when he suddenly leaned in but his heart knew what he secretly wanted.

°- rindou haitani

• usually he's good at maintaining his jealousy, sure he feels it often but he's able to die it down knowing that there's full trust between you two

• however, this time it was a little different. what would one do if they were on their way to meet their date and at the meeting spot they see the date having, by what appears to be, a lovely conversation with 3 young gentleman?

• okay, for most it may be a big deal, but for some it's a 'sure whatever, let me just go over there and move on'. in rindou's case it's both. he knew he shouldn't worry much, to start off there's three guys, not that many groups are willing to all try and hit on the same girl. and what if his date actually knows the guys as mutuals? nah that one ain't right, cross that point out because one of the guys is getting way too close for his liking.

• so rindou did the first thing that came to his mind. to go right over there, slide his sneaky and quick hands around your waist and kiss you right there and then in front of the guys, lips to lips.

• serves the group to try and think that someone as pretty as you to be single.

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[lilithknoxville]

Could you perhaps do a Johnny angst with a happy ending? I don’t have anything particular in mind, just wanting to suffer 🫶🏻

Only You (Johnny Knoxville x Reader)

Summary: “Am I not enough for you anymore?” You threw your hands up in exasperation, “I mean - Jesus! You were practically undressing her with your eyes!” Your voice rose sharply, your chest feeling tight as you exploded on him.

“W-Wait a second!” Johnny’s voice rose, and he held up a shaking hand towards you, “Where are you even getting the idea that you’re ‘not enough for me’?” He asked, and you scoffed incredulously.

“When I watch my boyfriend eye fuck some blonde and look at her the exact same way he looks at me.”

Content Warnings: Mild Angst, Swearing, Insecurities

Word Count: 3,019

AN: aaaaaaaaah this was actually so much fun to write! I don’t know if this exactly the angst you were looking for, I do have another one I was writing with this ask, but I don’t know if I’m as confident in it as I am this one. As usual, no beta reader, we die like men. Requests are still open! Onto the story! ✨

You grit your teeth, the sound of the interviewer’s laughter almost like an ice pick through your skull. A sour expression was on your face as you tried to tune her out, but when your boyfriend purred another compliment to her, you hit your breaking point. It was no secret that Johnny was a natural flirt - Hell, most of the time, he did it unintentionally - but with how many compliments he had thrown at her, it was starting to feel like it wasn’t unintentional anymore. You had enough.

You turned on your heel, tears stinging your eyes. You all but ran to the exit door, slamming it open with your hands. You could hear a small commotion inside, the blonde’s voice asking if everything was okay, and something unintelligible from Johnny. You stepped outside into the hot June air of Los Angeles, your breath catching in your throat. You ran your hand up from your forehead into your hair, trying to clear your thoughts.

Your hands fumbled around in your Johnny’s flannel, trying to find the cigarette pack you had hastily grabbed this morning. You pulled out the pack, the lighter placed inside, and sparked up a cigarette. You took a long drag, trying to use the stale taste of the tobacco to calm your nerves.

It was a silent ten minutes, the sound of the city surrounding you, before you heard the door open behind you. You didn’t turn around, already on your fourth cigarette. You took a long drag, looking down at the parking lot in front of you, where the past three cigarette butts were scattered on the ground.

“Don’t you know those things give you cancer?” You heard the southern drawl of your boyfriend’s accent, and usually the sound of it would make you smile. You grit your teeth, closing your eyes.

“I’m aware.” You spoke simply, your tone cold and emotionless. The air between the two of you chilled, and you felt him come up behind you. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You’re mad.” He commented, his tone amused, but when you turned your head to meet his eyes, he quickly realized that it was much more than a simple anger.

“And you’re Einstein.” You spat, pulling out of his hands. He reached out for you, but you held up a hand, stopping him, “Not right now.” You heaved out a sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“Doll, is this because of that interview?” He asked, confusion crossing his features, “I mean, I know I was laying on the charm thick, but I didn’t thi-”

“Laying on the charm thick?!” Your voice rose sharply, cutting him off. He blinked, looking taken aback by your sudden interruption, “Holy shit, if you call what you did in there ‘Laying on the charm thick’, then I’d fucking hate to see what you actually flirting looks like!”

“H-Hey, now wait a minute.” Johnny held up a finger, his voice stuttering for a moment, “Doll, I can explain.”

“Oh!” You laughed humorlessly, crossing your arms over your chest, “You can explain? Let me guess, it’s also ‘Not what it looks like’?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. The look on his face told you that was his next set of words, “Because I’ll tell you what it looked like, PJ. It looked like you shamelessly flirting, while your girlfriend was standing less than a fucking foot away!” You spat, your hands coming to your head in frustration.

“O-Okay, you’ve got me there. I can see how it came across like that.” He grimaced, and you laughed humorlessly again.

“Am I not enough for you anymore?” You threw your hands up in exasperation, “I mean - Jesus! You were practically undressing her with your eyes!” Your voice rose sharply, your chest feeling tight as you exploded on him.

“W-Wait a second!” Johnny’s voice rose, and he held up a shaking hand towards you, “Where are you even getting the idea that you’re ‘not enough for me’?” He asked, and you scoffed incredulously.

“When I watch my boyfriend eye fuck some blonde and look at her the exact same way he looks at me.” You crossed your arms across your chest, wrapping them around you almost in protection. The sound of the cars honking on the street was making your emotions run even higher, and you shook your head.

“We will talk more about this later.” You held up a finger to silence him when he protested, “You’ve got more interviews to get through. I’m going home.” You dug the keys to your car out of your flannel pocket.

“Hon…” Johnny started, but you shook your head, meeting his eyes.

“I can’t sit here and watch the love of my fucking life flirt with other women like I don’t exist to him.” You admitted, your voice hollow, “I’ll see you at home.” And with that, you were stalking off across the parking lot to your car. You unlocked the doors, casting a glance over at Johnny, who hadn’t moved an inch. He was watching you with guilty eyes, and you tore your gaze away from him, getting into your car.

The drive home was silent, a pop song playing on the radio softly, but it was all background noise compared to the whirlwind in your brain. Your emotions were a jumbled mess of insecurities rearing their ugly head, deep sadness, and pure rage.

You made it home quickly, and you parked your car, sighing heavily. You let yourself in the front door, shutting the door behind you. You thought you would have a moment to yourself, but the piercing blue of Bam’s eyes caught you off guard. You crossed your arms, looking at the brunet who was currently laid across your couch.

“Do I even want to know why you’re here? Or how you got in?” You asked, leaning against the back of the couch, looking down at your friend.

“Johnny called me. Told me to be here before you got home.” Bam answered simply, sitting up on the couch and patting the space next to him, “Said you needed someone to scream at, and you know I’m your man for that. And you don’t want to know how I got in.”

“I’m not gonna scream at you, fuck.” You sighed, coming around the couch and flopping down next to Bam. You rested your head against the back of the couch, closing your eyes, “I shouldn’t even be as upset as I am. I know that rationally, but-”

“Seeing another girl smile at Johnny the same way you do sets your blood on fire?” Bam finished your sentence, and you looked over at him with depressed eyes.

“Yeah.” You answered slowly, the depression deepening on your face as you unpacked your emotions, “I know Johnny is an attractive man. I’d be stupid to think that there aren’t women who look at him and want him with every breath they take. But seeing Johnny playing into their fantasies - albeit with his words and not physically - just doesn’t sit right with me. I watched him look at that girl the same way he looks at me in bed.” You spoke softly, your eyes slipping closed again as you heaved out a sigh.

“I’m not going to sit here and say your brain is stupid for thinking like that.” Bam started, his finger idly spinning one of his rings around his finger, “But I’m gonna tell you that Knox isn’t one to fuck around on the one he loves.” You opened your eyes, looking over at him with a soft, confused look. Bam shifted uncomfortably, having to play therapist being something he wasn’t used to.

“Look, he was with this one chick for years.” Bam shifted on the couch to where he was facing you, throwing one of his arms over the back of the couch, “Her name was Brittany. He started dating her when we first started Jackass, and he was completely devoted to her. Anything she wanted, she got. If she even hinted at wanting something, he was immediately buying it for her. Every single second of his day was spent on her, and she took fucking advantage of that.” He swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“She was fucking around on him, behind his back. Everyone knew it. Hell, I think even he knew it, but he was too scared to be alone. She was all he had ever known, so he suffered through it. Multiple opportunities were opened to him during that to fuck around on her, but he never took it. He always said that two wrongs don’t make a right, so he wasn’t going to do unto her the same pain when he hated what was happening to him.” Bam explained, and it felt like your breath was stolen from your lungs, “So, I completely get having insecurities, but trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about for Johnny fucking around on you or randomly leaving you. He’s a people pleaser, yes, but all you have to do is talk to him and that comes to a complete stop.” Bam gave you a lopsided smile, “We all see how happy he is with you. He’s made a complete 180 turn from the broken dude he used to be, and - Fuck - you treat him like he’s made of gold. You two are made for each other, through and through.”

“Bam…” You pressed your lips together in a thin line, your mind racing, “I was a fucking bitch to him before I left set.” Your voice was quiet, and Bam let out a small chuckle.

“Sweetheart, I can assure you, you weren’t a bitch to him. You were dealin’ with some weird emotions, and if you can explain that to him, there isn’t gonna be any bad blood between you two. Knox is a good ass dude. He completely gets having insecurities, but he’s not a mind reader.” He looked at you pointedly, and you cringed slightly.

“And it’s not fair to expect him to know what’s going on in my mind if I don’t say anything.” Your voice was small, the weight of everything hitting you all at once.

“Atta girl.” Bam snapped his fingers, “You have to talk to him about how you’re feeling. He can’t just magically know what’s going on in your head without you talking to him about what you’re feeling.” He gave you another lopsided smile, and you let out a heavy sigh.

“I appreciate you, Bam.” You gave him a soft smile, looking over at him. He shrugged nonchalantly, opening his arms for a hug. You chuckled gently, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him. Your mouth pressed against his shoulder, “I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.” You murmured into the fabric of his jacket.

“You wouldn’t have a kickass friend who pulls your head out of your ass and gives you damn good advice.” Bam joked, a lighthearted smile on his lips, and you let out a soft laugh as well.

It was a couple of hours later when Johnny finally came home, the smell of dinner cooking making his stomach grumble. Bam had been long gone by then, having sent Johnny a text that you were okay now. Johnny had tried to send you a couple of texts, but Bam advised against it, telling Johnny to give you space right now so you could sort through all of your emotions.

The sound of your gentle singing made Johnny’s heart clench in his chest, and he sighed softly. He closed the front door gently behind him, kicking off his shoes and placing them in the small shoe rack you had bought a couple of months ago. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers, a small piece of his long winded apology. He walked through the living room and made his way into the kitchen, his heart hammering in his throat. When he turned the corner into the kitchen, you were standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot with potatoes in it. You turned your head towards him, and he thrust the flowers out to you.

“Doll, I cannot apologize enough.” He started, his voice strained. You gently took the flowers from his hands, your breathing catching in your throat, “I just-”

“Baby.” You cut him off, blinking up towards the ceiling, trying to push back the tears that threatened to stream down your cheeks. You looked back at him, tears hanging heavy on your lashline, “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I promise you.”

“I do though.” He protested, swallowing thickly. You turned from him, gently placing the flowers on the counter as you turned down the burner that the pot was sitting on. You turned back towards him, “I’m always so obsessed with this stupid ‘bad boy, flirty southern’ image that I don’t stop to think about how it affects the woman I’m in love with.”

“You can’t beat yourself up too much, PJ.” You shook your head, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I got upset and angry with you, when I’ve never explained to you my own emotions. You’re not a mindreader, and it’s not fair of me to expect you to be one.” Johnny blinked in confusion, and you crossed your arms tightly in front of you, avoiding his eyes for a moment, “I know there are much prettier women out there than me. I’d be an idiot and completely vain to think I was the most drop dead gorgeous woman out there.” You swallowed thickly, meeting Johnny’s eyes, “It’s naive of me to think that no one in the world flirts with you - You’re extremely attractive. And it’s not fair of me to get upset with you when women flirt with you. But I can’t help but get upset whenever you flirt with them right back.”

“Doll…” Johnny whispered, but you held up a finger, cutting him off again.

“Please let me finish.” You looked at him, and he nodded, “I am so goddamned terrified that some wind is going to blow wrong and steal you away from me. I am so scared that some pretty blonde is going to waltz into your life and make you realize you don’t love me as much as you thought you did. I am beyond terrified that you’re going to wake up one day, look over at me, and ask yourself ‘Do I really like her as much as I originally thought?’.” Your voice broke with the threat of tears, and your breath was shaky in your chest, “I know nothing is guaranteed, but the idea of not waking up beside you is one that makes me so scared each and every single day. The idea of you just leaving me randomly one day is something that rattles around in my head like a fucking pinball, and it haunts my mind every single second of my life.” You ran your fingers through your hair, sighing heavily.

Johnny was silent for a moment, before he crossed the kitchen to you, wrapping his arms around your neck. His hand came to your hair, gently holding your head against his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head, before moving his head to where his lips were pressed against your hair. You gasped softly, clutching onto Johnny tightly.

“My babydoll…” He whispered into your hair, pulling back and looking into your eyes, “No one in this world will ever compare to you. No single person walking this earth right now, or that will walk on this earth in the future, will ever be able to replace you. If I lost you due to my own stupid mistakes, I would never be able to forgive myself.” His eyes were filled with genuine love and sincerity, and the sight made your eyes well up with tears again, “I promise you, there will never be a day that I wake up and question my love for you. There will never be a day where I will even entertain someone’s idea of being on my arm, because that’s where I want to keep you for the rest of our lives. I want to marry you, sweetheart. I want to watch our kids running around in the backyard, I want to grow old with you.”

“PJ…” You whispered, but he pulled you into a breathless kiss, his hand cradling the back of your head. Your hands ghosted over his wrists as he poured every single ounce of love he felt for you into the bruising kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I cannot apologize to you enough, doll. Please forgive me.” He whispered, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Always, PJ.” You whispered back, closing your eyes, “I love you so fucking much.” You smiled up at him, and he let out a breathless chuckle.

“Oh, doll. I love you so much more.” He pressed kiss after kiss to your forehead, making you giggle, “There’s that laugh.” He murmured against your skin, a smile crossing his lips.

“C’mon, you gotta let me finish cooking.” You whined, giggling again as he pulled you harder against him, a deep grumble of protest echoed out of his chest, “I know you haven’t eaten all day, and I don’t want you to waste away to nothing.” You teased.

“Fine, fine.” He relented finally, letting you out of his arms, “Only because you said my favourite word.” He leaned back against the kitchen counter, smiling wistfully.

“What, cooking?” You stuck your tongue out at him, which made him laugh brightly. As you looked over at him, warmth and love bloomed in your chest. His words of ‘No one in this world will ever compare to you’ echoed through your mind and was a soothing, healing balm to your soul. You had a feeling that everything would be okay, as long as you two were by each other’s sides.

[homicidal-slvt]

"Sweet On Me"

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MDNI

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Leon S Kennedy x F!Reader

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Warnings: Violence, Injury, Mild Angst, Lots of Fluff, Older!Leon (I was picturing RE6), Vaguely implied age gap but not really.

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Leon leaned back in his chair- the creak of it matching how his aching joints often felt. A long life of fighting the world's abominations and the bastards that make them tend to do that to a person.

Seen things nobody should ever have to.

His brain is scattered much like the papers along his desk, though his thoughts continuously drift to one place. A woman.

Her soul soothes his in a way- laughter forever etched into his brain. A flash of her face and how she'd cover her mouth when she laughed so hard she snorted- she was embarrassed by it.

God if only she knew how his heart skipped a beat at that sound, how giddy he felt over the fact his corny joke earned such a genuine joyous noise.

He wants to hear it again. He'll never grow tired of it.

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You heard your name screamed out, vision out of focus as you tried to lift your aching form off the ground. The voice seemed so distant over the steady thump of your heart.

The explosion took out nearly half the building, everything collapsing around you. It was like the world was caving in on you.

You're an agent- you can do this. You can make it. You have seen hell over and over. Get up. Get up. Get up.

Fingers make contact with the wall, leaning on it for support- at least you're on your feet.

Though before you can process it a pair of strong arms come to lift you, your instinct is to struggle as panic hit you like a truck.

"It's me! It's me!"

"Leon?"

Your struggle ceases as you look up, sure enough a pair of familiar blue eyes lock with yours. Dirt and grime cling to his skin from crawling through rubble- all just to reach you.

"You shouldn't have come- it's not-"

He cut you off and simply held you firm to him, seeking a way out for the both of you.

"No way. I'm not going to leave my favorite partner behind- come on. We're both getting out of here."

A small smile pulled at your lips- unable to resist temptation.

"I'm your favorite?"

"...Don't let it get to your head."

"Sure sure..."

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Your footsteps are quiet as you approach, leaning on the door frame to watch Leon. There's something amusing about seeing the blonde so deep in thought.

"Whatcha doin'?"

He reacts quickly snapping his head to look at you, his neck pops in the process earning a soft laugh from you.

"Jesus... You're getting old."

He huffs in response and shakes his head.

"Think I should retire?"

"Nah. I'd miss you too much."

"Is that right?"

"Don't let it get to your head."

You mock softly in a playful manner, reflecting the words he said to you once back to him. You couldn't help but feel satisfied whenever you earned a smile or chuckle from him.

There's a certain comfort you two bring to one another, if only you knew exactly how he felt towards you.

••

The environment was agonizingly loud, flames threatening to swallow everything whole as you made your way through the smoke.

"Leon!"

He was losing a lot of blood- laid out on the ground breathing heavily. For a moment he thought this was it- until he heard your voice.

Though Leon being Leon this only made him worried for you, watching as you knelt over him desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

He'd be lying though if he said that the look of concern lining your features didn't squeeze his heart a certain way.

"You need to get out of here- now."

"I'm not going anywhere without you."

"Just go-"

"I'm not losing my favorite partner."

His words failed him for a moment, allowing you to help him to his feet. Arm draped over your shoulders and expression focused, you were getting both of you out of there.

He let out a slight chuckle while leaving what seemed like hell behind.

"You're stubborn."

"I learned from the best."

••

Summer held many wonderful things- but the heat of it was not one of them.

A much needed break was taken leading to the two of you seated by the waterfront, a soft lull to the water you could've sworn matched the man by your sides eyes perfectly.

Popsicle in hand enjoying the cool treat it was easy to notice how he kept staring.

"What?"

"Would you like to go out on a date sometime?"

Blinking slightly you lowered the popsicle, then a laugh escaped your lips catching him slightly off guard. You really couldn't help it- laughing until you snorted then proceeding to cover your mouth with your hand.

That sound.

The twinkle in his eyes was hard to miss. Moving your hand to speak while struggling to hold back your giggles.

"When you invited me out here to spend time together- I thought this was a date."

The look of realization crossing his face almost sent you into a fit of laughter again. Slightly shaking his head to himself he then responded, amusement lacing his every word.

"I guess that's a yes then."

"Mhm... You know what else?"

"What?"

"I think you're sweet on me, Leon S Kennedy.'

You watch his lips quirk into a little smile, leaning in close to you which made your heart go still in your chest.

Almost as though time was no longer a thing, lips nearly brushing yours as he spoke.

"I think you may be right..."

It's easy to be pulled in by the steady waves of blue, maybe you wouldn't mind being dragged out to sea though. Perhaps you're just as enamored by him as he is by you.

He gives you plenty of time to pull away or change your mind, a major part of him fears that you will. Fears that you are too good for him.

Instead you embrace it with open arms, lips connecting for your first kiss with him. Tender and sweet it's clear to both of you it will certainly not be your last.

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Congrats on reaching 200 followers! You deserve all that and more! If I may, could I request a fic where the reader has a crush on George (or Fred take your pick) and he has a crush on her as well but they’re both too afraid to say anything out of fear of ruining the friendship until one Christmas break the reader is staying with the Wesley’s and Hermione and Ginny are asking how she can tell the twins apart and she’s explaining things like George’s eyes sparkle when he makes someone laugh and his smile is much warmer and softer than Fred’s that always looks like a smirk and she confesses she knows all of this because of her crush and George is just in the doorway like this 🧍and they have a cute confession at the lake or on the roof. I feel like I just spewed out a ton of stuff so please take what you like or ignore it! Congrats again!

Tysm💕 This is so sweet! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: couple of curse words

Christmas Confessions

Y/N and George had known each other forever, it seemed. Arthur and her dad had been best friends at Hogwarts and were each other's best man when they married. After the dust settled from the First Wizarding War, their families grew quite close, frequently getting together for dinners and picnics, and even going on a few vacations together.

Y/N was the same age as the twins and a "girlie girl" who had no qualms playing Quidditch, climbing trees, and blowing up things while wearing pink taffeta and bows. She fit right in with the mischievous duo, despite her penchant for frilly dresses. For many years, she was known as the Weasley triplet.

As they got older, Y/N gravitated more toward the younger twin and his gentler demenor. He, in turn, grew closer to her. Yet, it wasn't until their fourth year at Hogwarts that George realized his feelings for Y/N went beyond mere friendship.

He'd never forget the exact moment he realized he loved her. It happened almost a year ago at the Burrow on Christmas Eve. He and Fred decided to have a little fun and switch sweaters to see how long it took for anybody to notice. Just as they were coming downstairs, Y/N, Ginny, and Hermione returned from their walk.

George moved to help Y/N with her coat.

"Oh, thank--."Y/N began, and then she noticed his attire. "George, why are you wearing Fred's sweater?"

Fred's face fell. But George's lit up like the sun when he realized that she could tell them apart with barely a look, and then he realized he couldn't remember a time when she'd ever mixed them up.

His heart skipped a beat.

"She sees me. Not Fred and George. Just me. She's always seen me."

And that was all it took. George was a goner.

~•~

One Year Later

George watched Bill kiss his newest girlfriend under the mistletoe, a painful tightness growing in his chest. He'd intended to tell Y/N how he felt by now. The words were right there on the tip of his tongue every moment of every day, and yet whenever he tried all he could imagine was her looking away, biting her lip as she searched for a way to let him down easy. And he'd say, "That's ok, we can just be friends." She'd nod and smile, "yes, of course." And they'd try, but it'd never be the same, both of them afraid to get too close in fear that the other might take it the wrong way. Everyday, they'd drift further and further apart until their friendship was nothing more than a distant memory.

He looked around the room at the happy, festive couples laughing and talking. His mum and dad. Y/N's mum and dad. Bill and his girlfriend. And even though Percy's girlfriend wasn't there yet, she would be soon. Yet, another couple to drive home to George of what he didn't have and what he may never have.

The room suddenly felt too small, too loud. He needed to get away. To be alone. Turning, George headed upstairs, hoping he could sleep his loneliness away.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard laughter. Y/N's laughter. George turned and followed the sound, intending to simply bask in its glow for a few minutes.

Y/N, Ginny, and Hermione were huddled up in Ginny's bedroom, looking through old photo albums. "It's hard to believe that was you," Hermione laughed, looking at a picture of a beaming eight year old, mud-covered Y/N wearing the pinkest, frilliest dress she'd ever seen, flanked by the two equally beaming, mud-covered twins. "I can't imagine you wearing something like that today."

"Sometimes I can't believe it myself," Y/N giggled, looking down at herself. Gone were the fluffy dresses and bows, replaced with jeans and tall, black boots. The only thing left of that rambunctious, little girl was the color pink. It remained Y/N's favorite color. So much so that Molly knitted her Christmas sweaters every year in pink, with her initial knitted in a bright magenta.

"Which one is which?" Ginny squinted at the picture.

"Oh, that's Fred on the left and George on the right." Y/N said matter-of-factly.

"How do you do it?" Hermione asked.

"Do what?" Y/N eyebrows scrunched together.

"Tell them apart," Ginny clarified. "We all get it wrong sometimes, except for you. You never mix them up."

Y/N shrugged. "Ever since I've known them, Fred's been the smug one. He doesn't smile so much as smirk. But, George, when he smiles, he lights up the room. And his eyes," Y/N's voice took on a dreamy quality. "The way they sparkle and shine when he makes someone laugh. It's like he's achieved the greatest thing in the whole world just by making them laugh."

Hermione and Ginny shared a knowing look.

"Sounds like someone may have a little crush," Ginny teased, shaking Y/N out of her reverie.

Y/N didn't speak for a long moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she wrestled with what to do. After a few long moments, she nodded to herself and spoke. "Swear to me that what I'm about to tell you goes no further than this room."

Hermione gave a solemn nod. "I swear."

Ginny held up her pinkie. "Pinkie promise."

All three girls giggled and linked pinkies.

Y/N took a deep breath. "It's not a little crush. I'm full-on madly in love with George. I have been for as long as I knew what that meant, maybe longer."

You could've heard a pin drop.

It was only then that Hermione noticed someone standing in the doorway. "Oh, hi."

Y/N turned to see George staring straight at her, his expression blank.

"I think we need to talk," he said. "Meet me downstairs."

Y/N swallowed and nodded.

~•~

George walked downstairs in a daze, uncertain if he was dreaming or not. All this time, they'd loved each other in silence. All those times he'd wanted to spill his heart out to her while she had secretly wanted to do the same. He felt a little foolish for never noticing. But, none of that mattered now. A small smile spread across his face as he pulled on his coat. Now that the shock was wearing off, a light-headed giddiness began to set in.

Y/N arrived downstairs a few moments later. George was bundled up for going outside, his scarf wrapped around half his face, hiding it from view. Her already racing heartbeat picked up the pace. Without a word, she pulled on her coat and everything else she needed to stay warm on a cold, snowy day.

George's eyes twinkled when he offered his hand. Y/N took it, tilting her head in question.

Giving her hand a squeeze, he led her outside. They'd only taken a few steps when he stopped, held up a finger, and ran back into the house. Y/N cocked an eyebrow, her nervousness morphing into curiosity, and more than a little confusion.

George was gone no more than a few seconds when he came running back out, slipping a little on an icy patch. Then, grabbing her hand, he continued sprinting through the snow, pulling Y/N along behind him.

"Where are we going?"

No answer.

"George? Did you hear me?"

The only response she got was another squeeze of her hand. Y/N rolled her eyes and stumbled along, trying to ignore the growing stitch in her side.

Much her to her relief, she soon saw where he was taking her. Thank goodness it wasn't too much further.

"Here we are!" George finally spoke. They were standing next to the lake where they spent most of their summers. But, rather than a welcoming sky blue, it was a hard, steel grey, almost indiscernable from the snowy expanse surrounding it.

Y/N held her side, trying catch her breath. "Are--are you trying--to kill me?"

George chuckled. "I thought you were in better shape."

"I'm in excellent shape," she rasped. "But I had to run three times faster to keep up with your long-ass legs."

"Oh," George gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I was just in a hurry to get here."

Y/N smiled and shook her head.

George brushed the snow off of the fallen tree that they often used as a makeshift seat. Then, sitting, he patted the empty spot beside him.

Y/N followed his lead, sitting next to him. Neither spoke for a long while. Despite Y/N's apprehension, it was, as always, an easy, comfortable silence.

"There's something that I've been wanting--trying to tell you for a long time," George began, taking her hands in his. "It wasn't until now that I thought I could."

He paused, taking a deep breath. "I love you too. I think I've loved you all my life. It just took me a while to realize it." George squeezed her hands. "If it's ok with you, I'd like to be more than friends. So very much more."

Y/N stared at him, hoping the recent lack of oxygen hadn't addled her brain, and this was just some sort of a vivid hallucination. "You love me back?"

George couldn't help but chuckle at the stunned look on her face. "Of course I do," he replied, cupping her face in his hands.

She simply stared at him for a moment, then a smile that took his breath away spread across her face.

"I think this is part where we kiss," George's eyes sparkled. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes. Yes, please," she said as they leaned toward each other.

"Oh wait!" George jumped back, startling Y/N. "I almost forget." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a smushed sprig of mistletoe and held it above them. "Now, I'm ready.

Y/N laughed out loud. "Is that what you ran back in for?"

"Yep," he replied proudly.

"You cheeky bastard," she quipped, earning a wicked smile from George.

"But you love me anyway."

"That I do," she said. And with that, they closed the distance, smiling into their first kiss.

~•~

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I Would Be Honored (Aemond x Reader)

Hey guys, so I don’t know why but I felt like a Martel leading lady was very befitting for this role since they seem to always have a scandal around them, the person that speaks first is obviously Oberyn Martell the daddy also the song I would suggest for this is “Something there” from beauty and the beast soundtrack, of course please leave a comment about what you think I love to read your opinions about the plot. Hope you enjoy!

“When my sister Elia married Rhaegar Targaryen people swooned over their love and the new bond between Dorne and Westeros after so many years, sadly the small folk had seemed to forget about the first true fairytale of a Dornish princess and a dragon prince, (y/n) Martell, who was as kind-hearted and great spirited as my sister was what some whisper to be one of the reasons the dance of dragons happened, as a Velaryon and a Targaryen came to blows for her hand, my lovely ancestor wrote her own story that has certain similarities with Elia, it all started because of a flower crown”

-

(Y/n) was delighted when her father announced that she was to visit the capital, her thirst for new places was relishing every image and scenery that she passed by with her carriage, and her bedazzling pink dress was custom-made for her to wear when she arrived at the red keep with her mother and her younger brother, (y/n) absolutely favoured the colour pink oddly enough since Martells were known to dress in different shades of orange, red or gold.

She could barely hold still when the queen greeted her, (y/n) was not accustomed to the ways that the Targaryens went with things, and from her excitement, she hugged Queen Alicent tightly.

“I am so happy to be here, I want to see everything”

Rhaenyra stiffened her giggle at the shock that had morphed Alicents face, however, her warm demeanor and honest mannerism were frankly refreshing.

“I am prince Jacaerys Targaryen, I shall guide you to your rooms”

Rhaenyra eyed her son up and down with a mischievous look resting on her face, she knew her son like the back of her hand and it wasn’t like him to offer his assistance to the ladies of the court, just a few minutes ago he was complaining about why his presence is required.

(Y/n) who was completely clueless grabbed a handful of her dress to lift it slightly and skip over the steps to reach him, the trip was long so naturally, she needed a nice hot bath and a few hours to rest.

“Lead the way, my prince”

(Y/n) became the talk of the capital rather quickly, everyone wanted to know more about the princess, people started to whisper about her even more when Prince Jacaerys asked her to go for a walk in the garden with her.

What (y/n) failed to pick up on was that Jacaerys had subtly interrupted prince Aemond who had opened his mouth and taken a step so he could be the one to lead (y/n) to her chamber, in that moment as (y/n) grazed by the stoic prince he got a sniff of her scent, she smelled like cakes, a scent so sweet that could make anyone’s teeth hurt from the sugar.

Aemond was left stunned and just simply walked away from anyone, if Jacaerys wanted to escort her then that was fine, the boy needed the head start anyway, Aemond was a patient man and he was used to being the dark horse that passed everyone when they were a breath away from the finish line.

Jacaerys was completely infatuated by her, she took over the red keep like a storm, her laughter was heard around the walls, her play dates with her brother and silly games of hide and go seek behind great statues of expensive value were now used as obstacles for Allyrion to keep his sister away from catching him and winning the game.

Jacaerys saw honesty in her eyes, graciousness in her smile, and kindliness in her touch, he had left his mother speechless when he called the princess “the beloved (y/n)” when he was informing her of his plans for the day while they were breaking their fast, the princess had taken over his mind and heart and left him yearning more, his Valyrian lessons cut short and his sword pieces of training were now a thing of the past, he would match rather spend time in the gardens with (y/n) or taking her on dragon back with Vermax who seemed to take a liking to the princess after he sniffed her around for a little.

“I have never been in the capital before, it is certainly different from home”

“In a good way, I hope”

“It is a bit cooler here when it comes to temperature and the people here are a little bit stiff for my liking”

“I suppose Dorne is warm in its temperature and attitude then”

“Of course, my older brother says that we do everything with passion and fierceness, but you are also unique my prince”

“In what way?”

“A son born from Velaryon and Targaryen blood, the Fire and Water in you is something to be proud of”

“I suppose I never saw it that way”

He muttered with his head hanging low, Jacaerys had never considered his heritage as something to be proud of, mostly something to question, ever since he was a young boy his looks did not match the typical Targaryen nor Velaryon features, he could still recall the day he blatantly asked his mother about his father and he could vividly remember the script if the answer he got in return.

It was then that (y/n) decided to take it upon herself and link her arm with his, Jacaerys was caught off guard by the sudden touch and affection that came from the princess, however, when he gazed upon her bright smile and sparkling dark eyes his shoulder sunk and placed a hand over hers that rested on her bicep.

“Mayhaps I can help you see other things as well”

“I would like that”

-

(Y/n)s younger brother, Allyrion, loved to run around the castle while his sister chased after him, his melodic laughter was music to everyone’s ears as it seemed like the Dornish had come to shed some light on love and livelihood in the castle.

Aemond was busy enough to ignore that the sound was heading towards him at a dangerous speed, Ser Criston was explaining something to the prince while the two guests were carelessly playing in their world.

“Come here you little rascal I’m going to eat you”

(Y/n) threw empty threats between giggles as she paced after her brother who was shrieking, the boy was known to be clumsy, and (y/n) did not have time to warn him until he collided with prince Aemonds backside who was having a conversation with what seemed to be a knight.

Little Allyrion landed on his bottom with a grunt and (y/n) knelt by his side as she immediately wrapped her arms around him, the boy looked confused more than hurt, looking up at his older sister for reassurance.

“It is alright my love, we must be more careful now, do we? Would you like to apologize to prince Aemond?”

The boy scanned Aemonds face as his expression was becoming puzzled at the man. Aemond had seen the princess before, she was popular amongst them, and had noticed her from his window walking with his insufferable nephew, “what was she even doing with him? He is not handsome nor smart, he is not noble that is for sure” he had thought before he had stepped away from the window.

“I am sorry prince Aemond, why are you hiding your eye?”

(Y/n)s eyes grew wide at the curiosity of her brother, she had heard tales of the incident when she asked her servants, she had taken notice of it at the first dinner she had eaten with them, the servants warned her about exactly how sore that subject was for the prince.

However, her grip on her brother tightened and her one hand reached to pet his hair, she did not fear prince Aemond it was mostly the fact that she did not wish to make anyone uncomfortable whilst mentioning an incident of the past.

“Prince Aemond is a brave man that fought off the bad guys who wanted to kill his dragon, what does your sword teacher tell you when you play with swords?”

“That sometimes you get a wound but you must keep going”

“That’s what prince Aemond did”

The boy's expression changed from curious to amazement, as he lifted his head so he can properly view the stoic prince with the perfect posture and long silver-white hair Allyrions mouth formed an “O” from the excitement, (y/n) smiled brightly at the prince whose didn’t really let it show but was utterly shocked by her explanation.

“Perhaps prince Allyrion would like to come to one of my training, I am certain he is rather talented with a sword”

“Oh, can I (y/n)? Please, please, pleaaaaaase”

“If our mother agrees and I am available to escort you then maybe”

Little allyrion squealed from joy and jumped away from (y/n)s arms, probably running off to bug their mother until she gives in. (Y/n) was about to get off the floor when prince Aemond offered his hand to help her, (y/n) placed hers on top of his and Aemond felt the warm and delicate touch form a fire within him, he had to admit even if it was to himself that he somewhat admired the two of them, they were so close which is something he could not say when it came to his brother and that (y/n) was not pretending to be kind nor upholding a mask in front of her face, she had grown in a place that allowed her to create a personality of her own that she wore proudly.

“Thank you, I apologize for my brothers' peculiar questions, he is a curious little boy he did not mean any harm”

“It is alright, his honesty and bravery to ask me directly is refreshing I must admit”

Aemond was used to people talking in hushed tones and subtly pointing at him while wild rumors scattered amongst them, none of them had the guts to speak to the one-eyed prince.

Although he would never verbally admit to her that the most unusual part was (y/n)s explanation, she did not lie to him per se, she just merely wrapped the truth with a pretty bow and sprinkled stardust on it.

“I must go, I will see you at your next sword practice my prince”

“I can hardly wait”

-

(Y/n) held her end of the bargain and early on the morrow she came to the yard with Allyrion holding her hand, the boy was bouncing up and down, and as soon as he spotted prince Aemond he ran off to him, leaving (y/n) to catch up with the quick pace.

Aemond could barely keep his eyes off of her, how does a woman like her be with a boy like Jacaerys? The Martell princess with a rude bastard, she deserved to be a legitimate queen, not to be mocked behind her back for associating with a prince that had rumors of his parentage on his back.

Aemond was never interested in tourneys, he thought of them as a waste of time and energy, yet once he caught wind of Jacaerys performing at the next tourney that was held in honor of queen Alicents name day he felt like it was a must.

(Y/n) sat between her mother and little brother, she looked heavenly in her gown and fancy updo, Aemond found himself urging to feel her soft curls in his fingertips, to simply be able to run his fingers between her hair would be the day that he was truly happy.

Jacaerys was winning every opponent that was put against him, (y/n) would stand up and clap for the prince and blatantly show her excitement, soon enough it was time for the two that were left standing to go against each other, prince Aemond and Prince Jacaerys.

“Before we begin, I would like to call for the favor from the Princess of Dorne, (y/n) Martell would you be so kind as to grant my wish?”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip before she reached for a flower crown and approached the stand, she leaned carefully so she could let it slide at Jacaerys, the sun shined on her skin giving her the essence of a fairy or an Angel, anyhow something magical that young toddlers would hear about from stories of their mothers.

“I wish you the best of fortune, my prince”

She replied before she left to sit back down next to her mother who was beaming with pride for her daughter, Jacaerys was an excellent match, the heir to the throne, (y/n) and Jacaerys could put an end to the feud between the two kingdoms.

“I ask for the favor of the woman of the hour, queen Alicent, my mother”

Aemond called for his mother, he planned to ask for (y/n)s favor, to be a bystander at the scene of her so eagerly giving her flower crown made his blood boil, Alicent who could not be more proud of her son let the flower crown glide down to her dear Aemond.

Truthfully she was a bit worried about him, Aemond was never good at keeping secrets so one time when she found him spying from his window down at the princess who was kneeling next to Heleana and young Allyrion he confessed his growing affection towards the Dornish girl, if Aemond were to do something to gain her attention it would not sit well with Jacaerys who had already asked his mother if he could be betrothed to her officially.

Jacaerys and Aemond took their rightful places and waited until the horn was heard, it all happened so fast, and after the loud clash (y/n) gasped at the sight of Jacaerys falling to the ground, once again she ran to the stand see if Jacaerys was injured, everyone clapped at the win of Prince Aemond who was trotting around with his horse, he had yet to take off his helmet and the explanation to that was how mad he was, (y/n) was concerned for Jacaerys and ignored his win, would she be so upset if he was the one laying on the ground?

Jacaerys got up to dust himself off and reassured her with a smile that he was unharmed, (y/n) smiled back and simply nodded back to him, she liked Jacaerys, he was a good man with a bright future, although she did not experience what her mother had described of what happened when she met her father, there was no spark, no compelling to be around him, no buzz in her brain, could it just be that this was just another kind of love? Or was it just not meant to be?

It was Aemonds time to crown the queen of love and beauty and everyone was expecting him to crown his mother since this tourney was held in her honor and he did ask for her favor, if not the queen then the second guess was his sister who had just given birth to her third child and Heleana was the one that was known to have a close bond with Aemond.

I believe everyone could imagine the eye-opening scenario when Aemond went past his family and commanded his horse to come to a halt in front of the Martells.

“Princess (y/n) Martell, I humbly ask you to accept the crown of the queen of love and beauty from me”

Silence fell and the eerie agony of everyone, (y/n) was being courted by prince Jacaerys, everyone was just waiting for the announcement of their betrothal, of course, the crown could go to anyone technically still all of them knew what it meant.

Jacaerys was furious, he wanted to push him off his horse and start yelling at his uncle, how dare he do such a thing? It was humiliating Jacaerys to the public, scoffing at his pressing attempts to court the princess and just ruin his plan of him being the one to crown her the queen of love and beauty, now he was nothing but a mere bystander who could do nothing other than endure this disrespect, not only had Aemond won now he was taking his shot at his dearest (y/n) who had frozen at her spot at the unexpected twist of events.

(Y/n) had every right to deny it, in respect of prince Jacaerys she could just firmly say that it should be passed to someone else, howbeit she did not want to, she was flattered that prince Aemond went to her,

(Y/n) started to notice her symptoms, was this the buzz that her mother told her all these years ago?, maybe the sweaty palms and sudden shake of her legs from nervousness was what (y/n)s father felt when her mother was around. (Y/n)s heart was thumping off her chest to the point that she was sure it would vomit out of her mouth any minute now. At last, she smiled at the prince compelling him to feel the relief wash off of him.

“I would be honored, my prince”

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little flower - chapter three

pairing: hades!Kim Namjoon x persephone!Female Reader word count: 8149 warnings: fluff, angst, smut, multiple pov, zeus!jin, hypnos!jimin, charon!kook, thanatos!yoongi, cerberus!monie, big dick dom joon, explicit language, doggy style, vaginal sex, creampie, hints of virginity/corruption kink series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

As he walked closer to the central hall Namjoon could hear the noise of boisterous conversations and laughter, the noise of music filling the air. Noise that gradually stopped as he stepped into the golden-floored hall.

As the silence filled the room the king of the Underworld looked around the hall, taking notice of how each and every god and nymph was staring at him, some with mouths agape but all of them with eyes wide with shock, confusion, and some even with curiosity and fear.

A part of the god of the Dead wasn't surprised, their reactions being exactly what he expected after centuries of being on the receiving end of the same treatment. The other part felt sadden for the same reason, mostly at himself, for having a small glimpse of hope that anything would be different.

With a roll of the eyes and a deep sigh, he started walking once again, passing through one of the twenty golden tripods automotones crafted by Hephaestus and grabbing a glass of ambrosia for himself. Walking towards the one god that he was willing to engage with, the Lord of Riches took notice of every person that stepped away from him or from his path, his ears picking up every not-so-secret murmur and whisper thrown his way, simply shrugging them off as he knew allowing himself in reactions he had long since gotten used to would only lead him down the dark paths of his mind, it would only be a waste of his supposedly break.

Once he reached the throne that stood center against the wall Namjoon bowed to the deity in front of him, after all, despite being a king himself that didn't he wouldn't show respect to the ruler of Olympus.

At the sight Zeus's brow arched and stood from his seat, automatically silencing the entire hall, going down the small flight of stairs and standing in front of the king of the Underworld for a couple of seconds, his face impassive before his lips broke into a smile and he took the taller one in an embrace, one which was reciprocated.

"It's great to see you after so many years," the king of the Gods said untangling himself from the hug, a grin that could light up the entire room on his features. "When Taehyung told me he had invited you I was sure that you weren't going to show up," placing one of his hands on Namjoon's back Seokjin looked around the hall. "What's with the silence? This is supposed to be a feast," at the words the noise returned as if it had never disappeared to begin with. The hand on the god of the Dead's back pushed him a bit forward, pulling the other's attention back to the god of the sky. "Now come, I'm sure I'm not the only one you'll be happy to see you."

'It sure feels like it' the Lord of Riches almost said, choosing instead to take a swing from his drink as he let Jin take him to where he wanted him to go. As they walked the constant feeling of everyone's eyes watching his every move attached itself to Namjoon, like they were vines that attached themselves to houses, forcing him to make himself believe that the reason why people step away from their path was due to the respect held for Zeus, he had to make himself believe in that reasoning, it was the only way for him to get through the evening.

"I said this before but I was genuinely surprised when I saw you," the king of the Gods said with a wide grin, giving nods of acknowledgment whenever a lower god or nymph bowed to him, if he either ignored or was oblivious to the glares they would send Namjoon's way the king of the Underworld couldn't tell. "I thought you'd be too busy to mingle with us from Olympus."

"Decided to take a break and visit the family," the god of the Dead said in a sarcastic tone as he took another sip of ambrosia. "It was the only way for Taehyung to leave my realm."

Jin hummed. "Did he do the pinky promise?"

"Yup," he said, adding emphasis on the p, taking another swing of his drink until the glass was empty, leaving it on a nearby surface without much attention on his part. "Once he started with that I told him to leave, had a lot of work to go through, and couldn't waste any time on indulgence."

The king of the Gods snorted. "You say that but even I know you let him get away with a lot," pulling his hand away from the other's back Jin started walking ahead. "But enough about him, there are people who'll be thrilled to see you and I've made them wait long enough."

Namjoon couldn't help the skepticism that penetrated his bones, his brows furrowed at the words, almost as if they had been spoken in a dialect unknown to him. However, when he saw who the people were he stopped in his tracks, the skepticism was replaced by a sense of slight happiness and familiarity, to the point he couldn't help the smile that graced his features.

Not counting the god of the sky, there stood four deities, one god and three goddesses, all of them with different types of smiles on their faces - two genuine, one forced, and one barely visible.

As the king of the Underworld stepped forward so did the god of the sea, both men meeting in the middle and embracing one another.

"Good to see you man," the god of floods said, separating from the other and giving him a slap on the arm. "You haven't changed a single thing in these last centuries."

"Why fix what isn't broken?" Namjoon said with a shrug.

Poseidon shrugged as well. "Maybe, you'd probably know broken things better than me,"

The king of the Underworld had to bite his tongue in order to not respond, choosing instead to change the subject before he said something to ruin the mood, knowing deep down that the other had probably not meant anything negative by the words.

"Right," he said with a tight smile. "By the way, where's Amphitrite? It would be nice to see her as well after so many years."

"She's, hum," the god of the sea looked around the hall. "She's around. Somewhere."

The Lord of Riches let out a sigh as he rubbed his temple. "Please don't tell me you actually managed to lose your wife,"

"I didn't lose my wife," Poseidon crossed his arms over his chest. "She's around here somewhere enjoying herself, I just don't know where."

"Right," the god of the Dead simply rolled his eyes and let out a sigh as his mouth drew into a thin line. With a pat on the shoulder, he walked past the god of the sea, turning his attention to the oldest deity among the six.

The goddess of the hearth took him into her arms, no different than a mother would with her child. "It's so good to see you again, it's been far too long,"

He offers the goddess a genuine smile. "The feeling is mutual Hestia, however, you have to forgive my long absence," he stepped away from the embrace, giving her arms a squeeze before sliding his hands through her appendages and taking her hands in his, giving them a squeeze as well. "The Underworld requires far too much of my time, energy, and attention, leaving far too little time for free time."

The goddess of the hearth gave him a once-over, almost as if she was trying to spot something in his figure, before letting out a sigh. "I hope at the very least you're getting enough food and sleep,"

Namjoon nodded as he let go of her, deciding that a little white lie would be better than worrying the goddess and although not knowing if she had actually believed him or not, the king of the Underworld did feel relieved when the subject was dropped.

He turned to the other two goddesses, who spoke to one another in a low tone, and approached them, stopping the conversation as a result.

The goddess of harvest gave a quick and rushed hug, almost as if touching him was something she had forced herself to do, while the queen of the gods simply acknowledged his presence with a curt nod, her arms over her chest and a fiery look in her eyes, and in reality, the Lord of Riches hadn't expected anything else from them.

Especially from Hera, the goddess of women always had a habit of lashing out against people, even if they had done her no wrong, however, he could somewhat understand, considering all the things he had heard from the king and queen's marriage, the god of the Dead couldn't blame her for being enraged. Being the goddess of marriage while having your own being a shit show, it felt like a sick twisted sense of irony in the king of the Underworld's eyes.

At his wife's attitude, Jin let out a sigh, composing himself quickly and snapping his fingers, of which three golden tripods wheeled towards the six of them, each deity taking a glass of nectar before the automotones wheeled away, most likely attending to someone else.

"It's so good to have the big six back together again," the god of the sky said raising his glass, almost as if proposing a toast. "It's been eons since all of us have been in the same room, I dare say I even missed it."

Poseidon seemed to be the only one sharing the same enthusiasm as Jin as he raised his glass as well. Hestia simply gave a small smile, while Namjoon, Demeter, and Hera looked at the god of thunder and lightning, their mouths drew into thin lines, the god of the Dead catching the queen of the gods rolling her eyes from the corner of his, however, all four of them also raised their glasses, although reluctantly.

With the clicking of glasses, everyone took a swing of their drink, with Jin and Hera almost emptying theirs. And for a brief moment, Namjoon allowed himself to relax and pretend as if he couldn't feel eyes on him.

~🌸~

From the moment the king of the Underworld stepped into the hall every god and nymph had their eyes on him, Y/N being no different. If hadn't been for the murmurs around her the goddess of flowers would've assumed he was simply another deity that lived in Olympus.

Although never actually seen him in person or an image of him, she had heard many stories about him growing up. Tales of the dark and dreary place the Underworld was, of the god who was cold and cruel, ruling with an iron fist, how he was no different than a monster that terrorized cities and parents warned their children to stay away from.

All of these tales had culminated in her child mind creating a portrait of the god of the Dead, one of him being a gigantic creature, with sharp teeth and equally sharp long nails, a being extremely pale and slender with ever decaying skin. An image that remained with her until today.

But looking at him now, Y/N couldn't be further from the truth.

The king of the Underworld, Hades, was in reality entirely different. From his tall stature, towering over the others in the small group he found himself in, his skin of a golden honey shade, his all-black attire putting extra emphasis on his hard frame, muscle broad shoulders, and large, toned built, a sharp jawline, and short black hair. And, although a bit far away from him, the goddess of flowers could make out a perfectly sculpted nose, lips thick and plump, an aura of dominance waving off of him.

He looked no different than the several statues that humans had of other deities in temples, and she couldn't help but wonder why everyone spoke so poorly of him. Y/N assumed it had to be the fact that death and the Underworld were subjects feared by humans and gods alike, his waves of dominance more than likely not helping, she had even seen Ares stiffed at the god of the Dead's entrance out of the corner of her eyes.

But while his physical appearance had been misinterpreted, maybe his personality had not. Cold, stern, cruel, and feared, that was all the goddess of spring had heard. But looking at him now, the king of the Underworld looked more aloof than anything else, almost as if he was forcing himself to be here and go along with whatever Zeus wanted.

She pulled out of her thoughts when she felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder, bringing her back out of the trance she had fallen into and making the three goddesses' voices heard once again. "Hey, Kore? Are you listening?"

"H-uh,  Y-yeah, I'm alright," the goddess of flowers turned towards the goddess of wisdom, giving her hand a squeeze, trying to reassure Athena.

The older goddess removed her hand but her eyes still showed preoccupation. Artemis, who had spoken, had her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed over her chest, while Aphrodite looked around the hall, trying to spot the one who had caught the goddess of spring's attention.

And once the goddess of love's eyes fell upon the dark figure on the other side of the room a cheshire smile appeared on her face.

"Ooh," she said in a sing-along type of way, making the other three goddesses turn to her, the goddess of wisdom and the one of hunting with arched brows while the one of spring with a questioning look in her eyes. The goddess of beauty started jumping on the tip of her toes, her smile growing incredibly wide as excitement filled every particle in her body, she grabbed onto the younger goddess's arm, holding on to it tightly. "It seems our little Kore has a bit of a crush,"

All three of them look at Aphrodite with wide eyes, almost as if she had grown two heads, Y/N especially, turning her gaze towards the floor as she felt her cheeks redden at the assumption.

Unfortunately for her, the goddess of love took that as confirmation, giggling as if she were a child, giving the goddess of flowers even more reason to be embarrassed. "Oh I'm so excited, can't really blame you though, he's a total dish," she gave a dreamy sigh and started fanning herself with her hand. "I would've taken him for myself if he gave me the time, or if he showed up in Olympus more often."

"Huh, Aphrodite?" the goddess of the wilderness said baffled. "What are you going on about?"

The goddess of beauty humphed, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her lips, annoyed that the others weren't understanding where she was going with the conversation. "I'm talking about Kore staring fondly at Hades."

Athena and Artemis turned to look at Y/N, waiting for an answer, but the three pairs of eyes staring at her only made the younger goddess grow even more embarrassed.

"I wasn't staring fondly at him," she said in a soft low tone as she started playing with her fingers, in turn, the goddess of love arched an eyebrow, not really believing the words. "I wasn't! It's just that, I've only ever heard of him before. It's my first time seeing Hades in person, it's natural to be curious." 'he's nothing like I had imagined' she almost said, choosing instead to bite her tongue and keep the thoughts to herself.

Both the goddesses of wisdom and of hunting seemed satisfied with the reasoning, the goddess of sexuality however only huffed, loudly at that, in annoyance.

"Seriously Aphrodite?" the goddess of the wilderness said, irritation starting to show in her voice. "Why are you so obsessed with this?"

"Hey! As the goddess of love I'm pretty amazing at spotting this type of stuff," she waved her hand while pointing an accusatory finger at Artemis. "Like the stuff between you and Orion."

Beside Y/N the goddess of war simply sighed, grabbing two glasses from the nearby automotones and giving one to the goddess of flowers, whispering. "They're like children," which made the younger goddess let out a giggle.

The goddess of hunting simply stared at Aphrodite, one hand on her hip and scratching the side of her head with the other, a confused look in her eyes. "There's nothing between me and Orion though,"

The goddess of sexuality merely snorted at the words. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, but I know what I'm seeing,"

Artemis scoffed at the implication but then a smirk graced her lips, a snide remark ready on her tongue. "Are you really still hurt that you have no power over me or Athena?"

At the accusation the goddess of love found herself flabbergasted, catching herself before doing something that might bring unwanted attention towards them, even if the need of wanting to yell at the goddess of the wilderness still lingered within her.

Composing herself Aphrodite gave her friends a thin-lined smile. "I'm not even going to bother indulging you," she said in a sickly sweet tone. "I will however be taking my leave, for I have more pressing matters to attend."

"You mean matters like Ares?" the goddess of hunting said sarcastically, resulting in both a blow to the ribs and a stern look from the goddess of wisdom.

The goddess of love simply shrugged, a cheshire smile making an appearance on her lips. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you," and with that, she turned away from the other three goddesses and walked towards the god of war, whose lips shifted into a smirk once his eyes laid on her.

"Dammit Athena, did you really have to hit me that hard?" the goddess of the moon said annoyingly, her hand grazing over the spot.

The goddess of good counsel however remained composed and calm, stating matter-of-factly. "Do you have to constantly say things like that to her? It makes you look like a child Artemis."

"I am simply poking fun at her," the goddess of the wilderness stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. However, the way the older goddess stared at her made Artemis swallow whatever other words she would have said about the subject. With a deep sigh, she replied. "I'll apologize to her and I promise to you that I'll be nicer."

Athena, however, rolled her eyes, not really believing the words but deciding to drop the subject, choosing instead to talk about strategies when it came to battles and hunting, something she knew would distract Artemis.

As the conversation turned in that direction, Y/N started to tune it out, due to the fact that she had very little to no experience when it came to fighting in wars or the hunting of animals, choosing instead to focus her attention on watching the gods and nymphs interact around the hall, the glass of ambrosia grazing her lips but having no actual intention to drink the liquid.

As her eyes scanned the place the goddess of spring couldn't help having her attention being drawn back to the king of the Underworld, and as she did Y/N found him looking in her direction.

~🌸~

After the, supposed, toast between the six deities each of them separated into different groups, Hestia decided to talk to nymphs, Demeter and Hera moved to another side of the room to have a private conversation, while Namjoon, Jin, and Poseidon stayed in the same spot, getting a new drink as fast as they finished the previous one and having their own conversation.

Well, maybe saying he was part of the dialogue was a nice way of putting it, considering that all the god of the Dead did was listen and not really saying anything. He didn't feel a need to, after the 'toast' the six deities had a brief conversation about the goings-on in their lives, something that he didn't engage with due to not much having changed since the last time they had seen each other, before each one decided to do their own thing, leaving the three male gods on their own.

Afterward, the god of the Sky and the god of the Sea started to have a conversation about something that he was barely paying to, not that the other two seemed to notice, making the Lord of Riches feel like he could be no different than the wall behind him and nobody would care.

The one positive was that, at the very least, people had mostly stopped watching and murmuring about him, even if he would still catch some of them trying to do it secretly out of the corner of his eyes.

However, there was one that didn't hide that they were keeping their eye on him, someone he didn't recognize.

A woman, a goddess, on the other side of the room, almost as if she was mimicking his stance. Both deities standing detached from their group, having their glasses on their lips but not drinking anything, ignoring everything around them, and keeping their eyes on one another.

Namjoon didn't know if he felt uncomfortable or intrigued by her, however, he couldn't help but find amusement in her boldness, and despite his more logical side telling him otherwise, there was something, similar to an itch he wanted to scratch. A certain unexplained need to mess with her.

Lowering his occupied hand, the god of the Dead arches an eyebrow at her, wanting to see what her next step would be, he runs his tongue across his lower lip before biting the fleshy part, wanting to see how she would react.

At his actions the goddess's eyes widen before she looked away from him and down at her feet, biting her bottom lip in the process.

A large smirk made its way on his features. "Cute," he said quietly to himself.

"Hm? Did you say something?" the god of the Sky said, turning his head in his way.

The taller god shook his head. "No, nothing," he took a look at Jin from the corner of his eyes for a couple of seconds before turning his attention back to the goddess, taking another swing of nectar. "Where's Poseidon?"

"He went looking for Amphitrite," the king of the Gods took a sip of his drink, taking a glance at the god beside him before turning his gaze towards what had captivated him. A young goddess, one he recognized more due to the fact of who she was related to than anything else.

He gave a side glance to the king next to him before returning his gaze towards the girl, who seemed to be having an inner struggle between looking back at Namjoon or pretending he wasn't in the room, keeping her under his watchful eye. "Something that interests you?"

The king of the Underworld simply shrugged before taking the glass in his hand towards his lips. "Simple curiosity, nothing more to it,"

"You're not the only one," at the words the Lord of Riches turned his attention to the king of the Gods, an arched brow on his features as he waited for the other to develop. Instead of giving a verbal answer Jin merely motioned to each corner, signaling him where to look.

And sure enough, the god of the Dead found four deities having their eyes on her - Hephaestus, who sat by himself, swirling around the glass in his hand; Apollo, who was surrounded by, who Namjoon assumed to be his muses; Hermes, who seemed to be jumping from group to group, always keeping a certain amount of distance from the goddess; Ares, even as Aphrodite dragged him by the wrist to a secluded area.

All of them looking as if they were lovestruck, and the god of the Dead couldn't help but want to roll his eyes at how obvious they were being. "You can't possibly be comparing me to them. They are acting as if it's their first seeing a woman,"

"I never said that," the king of the Gods stated matter-of-factly. "I just said you weren't the only one observing little Kore."

"Kore, huh?" Namjoon said, a small hint of mild amusement in his voice. Although, he wouldn't deny that the name seemed to fit her perfectly, an air of innocence and purity that waved off of her, eyes so wide and bright she looked no different than a curious child finding out more about the world.

However, the king of the Underworld couldn't shake the voice inside of his head, the one that whispered disappointments of how the goddess, that was intriguing him so, wasn't the one mentioned by the Moirai.

Beside him the god of thunder and lightning hummed in agreement, giving a quick glance at his friend. "She grew into a fine goddess, didn't she? I can't help but find it a shame that Demeter wants to keep her to herself,"

The king of the Underworld's eyebrows raised in slight surprise, he had heard that the goddess of harvest had given birth to a baby girl centuries ago but it had never crossed his mind that said child was the same one he couldn't take his eyes off of.

But, perhaps, what had astonished him the most had been the choice of words that were used. Due to the nature and role, he played in his realm Namjoon had long since developed a sense of being able to detect hidden meanings of what was said, so much so that everyone who worked under him very rarely tried to lie to him.

In response the king of the Underworld scoffed at the words, followed by a dry chuckle. "Did you expect anything else from a mother that called her daughter maiden?"

"Not really," Jin shrugged. "Although, that might not mean anything in the future."

"What do you mean?" the taller one asked, intrigue prickling on his skin.

"Unlike Hestia, Athena, and, Artemis, little Kore has yet to swear before me that she wants to remain a virgin goddess," the god of the sky gave another side glance to his friend. "She's a young woman of marriageable age, and there seems to be a lot of gods that are…" a smirk grew on his lips. "Curious of her."

Namjoon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the words, taking a swing of his drink. "That would be if they can get past Demeter."

"True," the king of the Gods said, a tone of disinterest in his voice, almost as if he become bored with the topic he himself had brought up. "At least, it will be interesting to see them try."

"If you say so," gulping down the rest of his ambrosia as fast as he could, having grown tired of being in Olympus and just to lay down on his bed, the Lord of Riches failed to notice the goddess of flowers excusing herself to her companions before steeping outside, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the god of thunder and lightning. "Well Jin, it's been a fun night but I must return to my realm, there is still much I need to do before lying down for the day."

The god of law and order nodded along to the words, both men putting down their glasses before initiating a handshake, pulling into each other and swinging one arm around the back of the other, both gods giving the other's shoulder three open-palmed slaps.

"It was great seeing you," Jin said as both men separated. "You'll have to drop by more often."

"Likewise," Namjoon said with a somewhat forced smile on his lips, intentionally ignoring the second set of words spoken, before he exited the central hall.

As he watched the god of the Dead leave the king of the Gods took a glass to his lips and muttered to himself. "Very interesting indeed,"

When he exited the palace the king of the Underworld took a deep breath, feeling more at peace underneath the night starry sky than he had inside while surrounded by deities. He stared at the moon for some time, not really caring if seconds or minutes passed, he wanted to preserve its memory for as long as possible, especially considering that a millennia would probably pass before he was able to see it once again.

As he lowered his sight from the sky, it turned towards the patch of grass that adorned the front of the palace, where he saw a figure that made his eyes widen with surprise for a second.

A young goddess - no, Kore - was seated on the ground, her hand touching the earth as it grazed through a small portion of the grass, leaving a dozen or so daisies in its wake.

Slowly and quietly the god of the Dead approached in her direction, choosing to hide behind the olive tree closest to her and hoping the darkness of the night helped camouflage his figure, the last thing Namjoon wanted was for her to be scared of him.

With slight curiosity, he watched as the goddess of flowers ripped three daisies with longer stems with her hands, crossing the stems over each other almost as if she was braiding hair, taking the stem from the right and placing it between the other two and then taking the one from the left and placing it between the other two.

She continued this until the now braided stems were the width of a flower head, of which then a fourth daisy was laid so that the added stem rested on top of the center stem, she then resumed braiding, holding the new flower stem together with the center stem., the young goddess continuing this process until the chain was of the desired size.

All the while, the king of the Underworld couldn't take his eyes off of her, the way she was so concentrated on her task, one could almost confuse it with a life or death situation; the way light of the full moon shined down on her,  making all the gold and silver in his kingdom look like coal by comparison. From her small delicate hands, that handled her work with such care and precision; to the long and simple white dress that, despite what her mother would think, didn't do any favors in hiding her physique or attributes.

Everything about her was mesmerizing to him, his more sinful thoughts paying special attention to the way the dress rose up, due to her sitting position, and showed off her thighs.

Once the chain was the desired length, Kore braided the remaining ends and then tucked them in near the start to make a crown, as she smiled at her creation the Lord of Riches could've sworn that he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his immortal life, a small part of him even wishing that the smile was directed at him instead of the daisies.

As the goddess of flowers was ready to put the crown on her head a loud and distant voice call out to her, pulling both deities out of their trance, turning towards the palace entrance where it was coming from. "Kore? Kore? Kore where are you?"

At the sound, the goddess stood up and made a quick dash towards the palace. "Coming mother," she said as she passed through the entrance and disappeared from his view.

The king of the Underworld's eyes dragged from the entrance to the patch of grass where she had been, the flower crown laying forgotten in her place, almost as if all the work she had put into it was all but an afterthought, and, in a possible weird way, Namjoon could relate to it.

Carefully he picked up the crown of daisies and made his way to the golden gates, the Horae simply opening the entrance to the heavenly fortress without sparing him a glance, not that he minded much, his mind otherwise occupied with other thoughts.

The journey back to the Underworld was rather uneventful, nothing but him and his thoughts to serve as entertainment, and for once he wished that wasn't the case, for them kept being drawn back to her.

Arriving in his realm the Lord of Riches descended his chariot to the front of his palace, stepping out of it and looking at the servant that had stepped away from the door and walked in the direction of his king, giving him a bow. "Where is Thanatos?"

"In the throne room my Lord," the servant said as the king of the Underworld gave him the reins of the chariot, bowing again before leaving.

Entering the palace Namjoon made his way to the throne room, feeling a migraine starting to form as he heard the noise the closer he got.

As the doors to the room were open before him, the sight that he had stumbled upon made the god of the Dead pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh.

There he found Thanatos; Charon; Hypnos, who had his hand up Pasithea, his wife, dress as both sat on his throne; and to make matters worse, they were all equally inebriated.

"What in the world is going on in here?" his deep, booming voice reverberated throughout the room, making all the daimons and the youngest of the Charites stop what they were doing and turn towards their king.

The three daimons looked at each other, neither one knowing who should be the first to break the silence, especially considering the look they were getting from their ruler - when he looked at anyone with his jaw clenched and with a raised brow, it was never a good sign.

Releasing a dry cough all eyes turned to Hypnos, except for his wife who still had her head lowered in shame. "So, hum," the daimon of sleep cleared his throat and removed his hand from the goddess of relaxation. "Huh, you're home early."

At the words, the daimon of non-violent death and the ferryman of the dead collectively groaned, with the minister rubbing his temple as well.

"I don't remember needing to give an exact hour of when I'd be returning to my own realm," the king of the Underworld released another sigh and rolled his eyes. "And that still doesn't answer why you're all drunk and making a mess of my palace."

"Well…," Jungkook started, keeping his eyes away from the king. "We heard that you were going to a feast in Olympus, so we wanted to have a little celebration of our own."

"And you decided that my palace - nay, my throne room was the ideal place for that?"

"It's more spacious," Jimin said plainly, shrugging his shoulders as he got up from the throne.

Namjoon groaned in frustration, feeling like the conversation was going around in circles. He turned his sight to his minister, hoping for some sense of a decent conversation. "What about you? Nothing to say?"

Yoongi's face stayed expressionless as he spoke. "Is there anything else to say?"

The Lord of Riches let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temple, feeling a headache starting to form, just wanting to go to bed and put the day behind him, but unfortunately, he still had a question to ask. "Did any of you, at the very least, watched over Cerberus?"

As if on cue, the three-headed white as snow hound, who looked to be in his smaller form instead of his gigantic one, bursted into the room, two of its heads barking while the third one had, what the god of the Dead assumed to be, a piece of someone's clothing in its mouth.

However, when he saw his owner had returned Monie dropped the clothes, and started wagging his tail before making a mad dash towards the king of the Underworld, whinnying as he jumped up and down on his back legs, his front ones pawing at his arm.

With a smile on his lips, Namjoon bent down to pet each head of the forty-seven cm dog, being mindful as to not ruin the flower crown. "Care to tell me why he's in this form?"

"We didn't want him to be alone while we were inside," Jungkook said scratching the back of his head.

Standing up, the god of the Dead shook his head in disbelief but as he watched the four of them with difficulty standing upright, and the tiredness that was starting to get to him, he decided to let go of the conversation, for now at least. "All of you, just get out and go to bed,"

The ferryman, the daimon of sleep, and the goddess of relaxation nodded and moved towards the exit, stumbling their way out the door and into the hallway, with Monie following behind them.

Only the daimon of non-violent death remained, staring at his king with a raised eyebrow, but waiting until the others were a few meters away before starting to talk. "What is that?" he gestured towards the daisies with his chin.

"It's a flower crown made of daisies," the Lord of Riches said in a disinterested tone, almost as if it bored him to speak of it. "I found it on the ground when I was leaving Olympus and decided to take it with me. Haven't seen them in a long time and the Underworld doesn't have these types of flowers," he raised a brow at his minister, almost as if challenging him to say what he actually meant. "Is there a problem with that?"

Yoongi stared at him from top to bottom, his hands between his back. "No, it's as you say," with that, the daimon left the palace, deciding to leave the conversation to another day.

When the door to the throne room closed once again the god of the Dead let out a sigh of relief, telling the two servants in the room that he wanted it clean, especially his throne, and then he took his leave, making a direct beeline to his room.

Entering his bedroom, he took a peek at his bed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, choosing instead to close the door and walk towards the mirrored dresser on the other corner of the room, carefully putting the flower crown on it, grazing his index finger through a petal, his thoughts being drawn back to the one who had made it.

Shaking his head to forget such things,  Namjoon took off his clothes and threw them haphazardly onto the floor, avoiding looking at the mirror as he did so, not wanting to see the marks that filled out his torso and back, marks that him and everyone around him had gotten so used to that none would comment on it, marks that he didn't want to glance for even a second.

Afterward, he grabbed the bottle of wine from his dresser, pouring the liquid on one of the two glasses, no doubt having been brought by her, before taking it to his lips and drinking it until the glass was half empty, all the while leaning against the dresser, his eyes never straying from the naked nymph on his bed, as he stared at her with a raised brow.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you my Lord," she shifted her position until she reached the end of the bed, moving to be on her hands and knees, facing him with pupils blown wide with lust and a wide grin. "Is that a problem?"

"This is the second time today you barge in without being summoned," he said without a shred of emotion.

Like everyone else in the entire cosmos, the king of the Underworld liked to have his moments of privacy, moments that were few and, sometimes, far in between. Due to his busy life, he rarely had time to indulge in some of them, it had been so long since he had stepped foot in his vast library.

So, a lot of those moments alone had to be mixed with his schedule, delegated to his bedroom and his bathroom. Only him and the servants that cleaned afterward were allowed in those spaces, and even said helpers knew better than to interrupt their king, only doing so in cases that required his attention and when the minister was unavailable.

This was someone that was known throughout the realm, his mistress being no different.

But as of recent the naiad seemed to take a liking to come in unannounced and invade his personal time alone, something that was starting to irk him a great deal. Any other day he wouldn't mind indulging her, but after the day he had had, sleep was the only thing on his mind.

Not that she seemed to care, as the grin on her face grew wider. "I'm simply trying to be a good lover," the nymph of Cocytus moved her upper body off the bed, crossing her arms in a way that put a special emphasis on her breasts. Even the sickly sugary sweet way in which she talked was starting to grind on his nerves, and the god was only fifty percent sure that it was due to all the drinks he had consumed. "Especially after about how my Lord had visited Olympus, it must've been quite the stressful situation."

"It was," the image of the goddess of flowers flashed briefly in his mind, he mentally shook himself to get rid of such thoughts. "Interesting, to say the least."

"Hmm," she stood up and off from the bed, not really interested in any more conversation, strolling up to him until she was standing face to face with him, her hands finding a place on his shoulders before they ran down his chiseled chest until they passed below his waist and reached for what she wanted in the first place.

Taking a hold of his flaccid cock the nymph started to lazily stroke him, making the Lord of Riches bite his lower lip in order to not let out a groan that wanted to escape, more so when he felt her other hand cupping and massaging his balls.

And, despite everything, Namjoon felt somewhat detached to the ordeal, where normally he would be giving in to the pleasure, now he only had two thoughts on his mind.

The first was a conversation he had had with Yoongi sometime after getting together with his mistress, the daimon talking about the possibility of how the naiad might want to take the role of queen, a concern that the god of the Dead was quick to dismiss.

At the time, he had made it unabatedly clear, especially to her, that he wasn't looking for a queen, something she didn't seem to have a problem with. Minthe tried to hide it, but he knew that what she was after were the bragging rights of how she had laid with him, something he never really cared much about.

But her sudden need to constantly be around him made the words of his minister ring louder in his ears, there was a possibility of her having changed her mind but that didn't mean he had done the same.

The second wasn't so much of a thought, but more of an intrusion. Whenever he allowed himself to relish in the moment, it wasn't his mistress he saw behind his closed lids.

It was a young goddess, the one whose name and conversation with Jin had made clear the fact that she had never been touched by the desire he was enjoying, the one who had made the crown that was close to his fingertips, the one who he couldn't keep out of his mind - Kore.

The king of the Underworld's mind wouldn't stop conjuring images of the goddess of flowers being the one stroking his length; of how she would have her wide, innocent eyes look at him with a mixture of fright and eagerness; of how he would teach her all of the pleasures she had been missing.

And damn if those thoughts didn't make him harder.

When he felt the naiad's breath on his leaking tip, the god of the Dead's free hand moved to the back of her head, having a tight grip on her hair and pulling her to stand up.

He drank the rest of his wine in one go, letting the empty glass fall on the floor before bringing Minthe's head closer to his until they could feel each other's breath.

"Hands and knees, facing the headboard," once he let go of her the nymph moved in a flash towards the bed, getting into position and wiggling her ass to entice him more.

With one last side glance at the daisy crown, Namjoon moved to stand on his knees behind her, a hand on her back as to force her upper body to lay down until her nipples grazed the sheets before his fingers started to rub the wetness around her slit, making her let out soft moans.

"So wet for me already," he kept rubbing for a couple more seconds before pulling his fingers away from her sopping center, using her essence and his precum as lubricant before his big hands settled on her waist with a bruising grip, lining himself at her entrance.

"You're ready?" that was all the warning he gave before thrusting with full force inside, making the nymph take every inch of his large cock all at once.

Minthe yelled at the sudden intrusion, not expecting her king to start so rough but not complaining, feeling so full as he filled her oh so well.

Not giving her a chance to familiarize herself with his length, the Lord of Riches drew back until only the tip remained before slamming into her once again.

His pace was rough and fast, snapping his hips with such force that it made the bed frame hit the wall with his movements while leaving the naiad in a perpetual state of constant moans, both sounds mixing with the ones of lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin.

As he lost himself, Namjoon's thoughts were brought back to Kore, thinking of how tight she would be around him; of how he would be the first to enter such uncharted territory; of how she would take every inch of him like a good girl and would beg him for more.

"F-fuck," he threw his head back, feeling himself closer to his high as his head filled with various scenarios of the virgin goddess under him instead of the nymph.

Once he felt Minthe's walls clenching around him, the god of the Dead moved one of his to rub circles on her clit, constantly hitting her cervix, ramming into her cunt at a harder, wild, quick, and, bruising pace that started to slightly falter.

With a couple more thrusts the naiad of Cocytus released all over the king, his name leaving her lips in a loud moan and feeling like her bones had turned into mush.

The Lord of Riches gave a few more thrusts before one final image of how the goddess would look after he came inside of her took center stage in his mind, biting down hard on his lower lip as he shoot deep inside of his mistress and painted her walls.

Taking a couple of seconds to catch his breath Namjoon pulled out of her center, not really bothering with the mess that spilled out of her, choosing instead to lie down on his bed, next to his lover.

After regaining the strength in her legs, Minthe stood up from the bed, passing her fingers through her hair to give it a more proper look and putting on the clothes she had discarded when she had first arrived in the room.

Afterward, she leaned on the bed and gave a quick peck on the king's cheek. "Thank you for your time my Lord, hope I was of service," and with those final words, his mistress left the room, a huge grin on her face.

Finally alone with his thoughts, the exhaustion of the day started to grab onto Namjoon like a parasite, leaving him struggling to keep his eyes open for very long.

With one last glance at the flower crown on his dresser, the king of the Underworld's eyelids dropped, the last image he saw before sleep took a hold of him was of Kore, when he had caught her looking at him in Olympus.

[deprivedreality]

𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 ; 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 chapter seven

Tok'ma was a beautiful ikran with green skin plastered with yellow and brown stripes. He was huge, almost as if he's been boarded in the middle of wars and battles. The creature was simply majestic, and the moment Navieh's eyes landed on him, it held eye contact with her as his rider, Neteyam started to prepare for their departure.

"His eyes are beautiful... and covert... and deep... as if he has a story to tell." Navieh continued to stare into Tokma's eyes, not breaking the contact. Even though Neteyam knew of how the girl had many instances that she acted lightheaded, he took notice of how her voice started to sound breathy and she was starting to act ditzy as if being hypnotized.

"You're thinking too much of it. He's just a silly ikran." Neteyam laughed as he stood next to her, leaning his head closer as if he expected her to look at him. But when she continued to not break eye contact with his ikran, he started to feel uneasy.

Neteyam narrowed his eyes for a milisecond and then decided to ruin the moment by 'accidentally' pushing his ikran's head to the side before he handed out his coat to her. "Wear this so you don't get cold, Navieh. I'll help you board, and we'll follow the others."

"Thanks," She grabbed the coat and wore the coat in no less than a second before she looked at Neteyam sharply and walked past him. With no warning, she took a deep breath and propelled herself up in the air, boarding the ikran with no worry.

Neteyam's eyes grew big just by seeing her reckless act, knowing fully well that she was still─ because of him, bleeding. "You could've given me a head's up! Are you alright?" He yelled, grabbing Navieh's hand which caught her off guard.

"Don't I look alright to you?" She sneered at him, knowing fully well that he was thinking that she still needed his help, when in fact, she didn't. Her abdomen hurt a little and stinged, but nothing aside from that felt excruciating. "You're overreacting. Hurry up, Lo'ak and Kiri are already flying their ikran. We're gonna lose sight of them."

Neteyam couldn't fully grasp what just happened, but from the way he looks at it, a really pretty na'vi girl just boarded his ikran with no signs of difficulty. He was impressed, much more over the fact that she was able to tame his ikran with just a few scratches on the head. If it was that easy to tame his ikran, how long would it take for her to just tame him as well?

He laughed lightly just at the thought. But surprisingly, Navieh felt disturbed by his sudden laughter and harshly pulled his hair. This was something she grew as a habit, pulling people's hair when she's weirded out. A habit she picked up from her adoptive mother. "The hell are you laughing for?" She bellowed.

"Are you sure you're not purposely letting us fly behind so you could drop me off the face of Pandora? Or do you want to hurry it up so I don't steal Tokma from you?"

Neteyam strutted forward from her warning and immediately nodded his head, denying her absurd speculations. "I'm a good man! I promise! I'm not going to ever hurt you again." He submissively speaks, gently holding the hand that Navieh used to hold onto his hair as if he was telling it to let go.

Navieh sighs and did let go eventually. She honestly expected that the boy would pull her off his ikran and leave her behind, but it seems she's just being pessimistic per usual. "You're silly, Neteyam."

Neteyam waited no more and boarded Tok'ma as soon as he connected his queue with him. He sat behind Navieh, and was about to propel them into the air, but he paused to ask a question. "Are you comfortable with me holding you?" He whispers behind his shoulder as he leaned his head, hoping she'd hear.

She nodded lightly as she bites her lips and held onto Neteyam's free arm. She inhaled heavily, closed her eyes, and repeatedly told herself not to scream. Navieh squirmed a little from the contact and gulped, feeling Neteyam's hand grabbing onto the side of her waist with no injury.

"Are we up yet?" She asks rather softly upon feeling the strong scent of the ocean in her olfactory senses, and how tender the wind embraced her skin as she feel Neteyam's breath hitting her neck.

"Open your eyes." She hears him. His gentle way of speaking was enough to enlighten her, trusting him fully by the way he had spoken to her. And when she followed his request, her eyes sparkled as she sees the beauty that was quick to awe her.

Just before her, she saw something she's never seen in her life. Yes, she lived in the reefs and traveled through dozens of clans in the oceans, but never in her life did she expect that she'd see the ocean that embraced her existence from the air, from above.

The clouds looked like they were just by her reach but nevertheless so clear and pristine, the ocean looked breathless from above and its beauty can be seen from the air. The sky showcased even more of the visionary beauty, looking absolutely splendid with how gradient it looked from the first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise.

A few meters afar, she could see Kiri and Lo'ak waving at her from their ikrans, a distance enough for her to hear their laughter. They had smiles, showing just how they have the same opinions with thinking of how beautiful the sight just is. She saw how Jake Sully and Neytiri slowed down to be on par with her and Neteyam, and she couldn't help but smile.

How heavenly it looked, it just showed from how she started to ease up. Her shoulders melted into Neteyam's chest and a smile started creeping on her face. "Do you have anything to say?" The boy behind her asks, and suddenly she feels embarrassed about how she acted like a child seeing something so beautiful for the first time.

Navieh wanted to say how beautiful it was, and how she was kind of thankful she even got to experience the feeling of being one with the air, but all that left her mouth was an anxious request. "Please promise not to drop me."

Behind her words, Neteyam could deeply see through her. She was worried, and it disappointed him. Did she really think he'd drop her? He mumbled something in her ear, causing Navieh to look at him briefly before sighing in relief.

"Only a fool would drop a girl like you."

There has been many instances where Tsireya has covered up the past escapades Navieh had taken over the course of years. She didn't necessarily feel troubled in covering up her adoptive sister's fun and reckless little ways of enjoying herself, but this time, Tsireya couldn't come up with any excuses anymore.

Now that it got to the point that she faced both her parents after just commanding a hoard of the clan warriors to set sail and find her elder sister who's been missing for three days, almost going four. Tsireya bowed her head in unease as both Ronal and Aonung gave her a frustrated look and of disapproval. She could feel herself getting tiny every second that passed.

"Tsireya, I am asking you one more time, where has your sister gone?! I've heard enough of these excuses!" Ronal shrieked, starting to sound like she was going mad while she walked in circles in the Marui. Despite Tonowari's countless reassurance, she never really did stop a second of worrying. And Tsireya couldn't blame her, as Navieh was her family too and she was just as worried as her mother.

"Mother, I─ I don't know... I thought she'd be back by dawn the other day so... I really don't know..." She reasons, looking at her mother one more time. Tsireya faced the same question a few days ago. Ronal only sighed as Tonowari ushered his youngest daughter, speaking no disappointment to her, but to Navieh's untold whereabouts.

The Awa'atlu clan has already taken action in the search for Navieh, however, all efforts of finding the girl ended in vain. It's been three days since no one has heard about the young tsakarem, her disappearance was only noted when Vito, the girl's Ilu, arrived at the clan with it's owner nowhere to be seen.

At first, Tsireya had made an excuse to cover up her sister's disappearance, thinking that the very next day, she'd come back. But almost days passed, and things were starting to get frantic and chaotic.

It was Ronal's mistake as well, for being not too strict about all the things Navieh is privileged enough to do as the clan's tsakarem. The anxious tsahik covers her face with her hand as she paced out of her marui and straight outside just to take a deep deep breath.

She held her stomach as if manifesting something, whispering. She breathed the fresh air and looked above to see the blue sky, holding back tears. She has never lost a child, and the thought of it scared her. "Ma Eywa, wherever she is, please protect my child."

Not even a few seconds after, there was a sudden sound that entered her ears. The clan's horn blew off with a loud pang, signalling that there was something a matter for the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik to see.

Ronal was immediate to react and gave her mate a sharp look. Tonowari understood what she meant and nodded, diving down the water where his skimwing awaited for him with no hesitation. His son looked at him and looked back at his mother.

Ronal looked back behind her to see her children and warned the eldest. "Aonung, Tsireya, you two should stay here until further notice." And then , she quickly walked off without any more words. But despite the warning, Aonung still followed behind without much fear from his mom, and Tsireya followed her brother.

Aonung and Tsireya ended up fast pacing through the crowd, with the eldest protecting his sibling from bumping with the village folks. And even if he knew something not good was bound to happen, he still thought of one thing.

"Mother! What if it's Navieh?" Aonung asked, standing aside his mother finally after diving through the crowd of people, and as if he didn't have a clue that his mother was thinking the same. As they kept walking, Tsireya couldn't help but leave herself out of their conversation and kept walking alongside her mother and brother.

"I've told you to─ Ah, We do not know yet. But we'll see." Ronal said with a serious face, but the moment they reached the shore where their feet touched the warm sand and the whispering of the Awa'atlu clan people reached their ears, Ronal's face grew deeply immersed of what she had seen. Or rather, who she saw.

"Tsahik! The intruders, there are five of them, what should we do?" One of the warriors asked her, but she wasn't speaking terms. Ronal's mind was still thinking of so many things. Her eldest daughter took over a quarter of her mind.

Even with some of the people blocking their view of this unknown group of people, Ronal, and her kids could see clearly who landed on the shore. And they didn't resemble any of the people in Awa'atlu with their azure complexion and noticeably different features. It was easy to identify that they were foreigners, really. No reef na'vi has ever flown in a creature with large wings.

Aonung and Tsireya thought the same as their mother the moment their eyes darted to the foreigners. The two looked at each other, and then to their mother. "Mom, aren't those creatures from land?" Tsireya asked, pointing at the aerial animals and feeling rather curious yet aware that she should be more cautious.

Ronal, instead of answering her child's question, only ever looked at the company, investigating their every move from how they unboarded their ikrans to how they looked at the reef people. They didn't necessarily give a hostile impression, but the tsahik was not a very kind person.

Tsireya looked back at the way her mother narrowed her eyes at the trespassers, and even her brother had the same unwelcoming gaze. "They shouldn't be here, not when 'Vieh is missing. Mother is in a very bad mood." The young girl only sighed, nibbling on her lips as she swam to the crowd to look closer. She looked at each one of them, but when her eyes darted upwards, her eyes widen at what she's seen.

"They are not welcome here─" Ronal looks at one of the village warriors, speaking in a rather frustrated manner. She gave every possible physical sign that meant she didn't want any visitors. But before she could squeeze herself through the crowd and probe more closely, some people made noise.

"There's another one! There's two of them!" Just as Ronal was about to accept that she and her chief mate were going to be handling only five intruders, then came another ikran with two riders. But then again, this time, her daughter yelled something that fell unexpectedly to the ears of the people.

"Its sister! She's─ The Tsakarem is with them!" Tsireya bellowed, motioning her head to look behind at her mother and brother who had just snapped out of their callous state. Ronal walked faster than his son, and the Tsahik couldn't believe her eyes.

As the last ikran landed on shore, the people grew more noisy and the warriors began hissing as they ran closer to where the foreigners were, yelling their Tsakarem's name─ Navieh, boarded in one of the Ikrans.

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[corvusalbus93]

Closed Wounds

A short I wrote today for the Festival of the Lost. During the Final Shape Cayde is worried about opening up old wounds, following the talk around the campfire. The Guardian reassures him that this couldn't be further from the truth, at least for her (no ship, just best friends):

The tower was bustling, even more so than usual. But such was always the case around the holidays, as Guardians came by to visit between assignments or to take a break from their explorations. Even Hunters could be seen in greater numbers. Sarantuya-5 looked across the small plaza, taking it all in, especially the decorations. Crooked trees adorned with purple candles, cobwebs everywhere, papier-mâché ghosts watching everyone with glowing eyes.

It was the Festival of the Lost. Days dedicated to everyone they had lost. Days to honour their memory.

Though she wasn’t that old by Guardian standards, Sarantuya’s list of lost friends was quite long already. Many had been Guardians, who had died their final deaths fighting enemies such as Crota or Oryx, or died lightless in the Red War. Since the beginning of the festival, she had lit candles for each and every one of them, watched old recordings, looked at photos. Each year it got a little easier, as she focused on remembering the time spent together, the laughter, the shenanigans.

There was just one more friend she had yet to honour.

A number was called out, and Sarantuya looked at the piece of paper in her hands. Ah, her order. She went to the little ramen shop and got her dinner, careful not to spill any as she went past other customers. Warmth seeped into her hands, as she walked up the stairs, passing Banshee, Eva, who was crowded by fellow Guardians, and the postmaster, before heading for the hanger.

There wasn’t much activity here, not at this time of day, except for a few working the night-shift. She much preferred it like this. She’d have a bit of privacy.

Cayde’s booth had not changed much since his death. Maps, trinkets and souvenirs were still where he’d put them, albeit with a thin layer of dust. The only change she noticed was the sea of candles Guardians had left for him. It was the first Festival since his passing, and though she was touched by how many had come to pay their respects, it still felt wrong to see his place like this.

Sarantuya took a deep breath, as much as an exo could anyway, and placed one bowl of spicy ramen on the desk, careful not to disturb anything. As she sat down between the candles and leaned back against one of the steel beams, her Ghost materialized, twinkling with the Traveller’s light.

“Should I?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Hermes did his equivalent of a nod, before settling down on her shoulder, while she started to eat her own bowl of ramen. From experience she knew it would be cool enough by now.

Then, a familiar recording began to play.

“This one’s for the one and only Ms. Strong-And-Silent-Type...”

Years later…

Cayde and the Guardian watched silently, as Ikora and Crow followed Zavala to the cliff edge. This was a difficult time, for all of them, but the Commander seemed to be the most affected by recent events. For a moment Sarantuya considered joining the others, but what could she even say? She glanced at Cayde, just when he was turning to her, and for a moment they simply looked at each other. It seemed they both were a bit unsure as to what to do next.

Thankfully, he ended the uncomfortable silence. “Nice band by the way,” Cayde noted, nodding to her arm, where the ace of spades was emitting a soft white glow. “But don’t tell me you’ve been crying over me this entire time.”

“From the person wearing Andal’s cloak even in death,” she teased back, tilting her head.

Cayde lifted his hands. “Touché.”

Looking to her arm, Sarantuya touched the well-worn cloth. “Don’t worry. I moved on, but… I still wanted to keep your memory alive. You were among the first to welcome me, when I got to the city as a new light. Helped me get my bearings.” She smiled. “And got me into trouble more than once...you were my friend.”

“Oh, you’re gonna make me blush. Wait, can I do that?” This made her chuckle and he too grinned. Then, suddenly, he shifted, the glint in his eyes disappearing, and he sighed. “Look, we kinda danced around the subject, ever since we met back at the tower, but…how weird is it? Having me around, I mean.”

It wasn’t the easiest question to answer. So much happened since his death, so much that she was starting to get used to the strange and improbable. “You know, weird things have been happening to me ever since I was brought back as a Guardian. Especially in the last few years. So, not as weird as you might think, not after the initial surprise, anyways. And I mean we’re inside the Traveller; all things considered, this is quite possibly the most likely place to run into some long lost friends.” Sarantuya stepped closer, reminded of something he’d said. “Earlier you were worried about opening up old wounds. Just know, I can’t say that about mine.”

“You sure?”

Her eyes drifted to his chest, memories flooding back, clear as if it had only been yesterday. But they didn’t hurt as much, not anymore. “Look…you died in my arms, broken, a gunshot wound through your chest. My rift and well were useless; all I could do was watch. You asked me to have your back, when we went to the prison of elders and I wasn’t there, when you needed me most.”

Before she’d even finished her sentence, his hands were on her shoulders. “Hey, ‘Tuya. I thought I told you. That. Wasn’t. On. You.” Cayde made sure to give each word emphasis, before letting go and pointing towards himself with both hands. “I messed up and paid the price. There is nothing you should feel guilty about.”

“So I’ve been told by pretty much everyone and deep down I know that too. But feelings aren’t exactly rational now, are they?” Sarantuya smiled. “Seeing you again, unscathed, finding out you were at peace, happy. To know it didn’t all end for you in pain, lying in a dim prison hallway. It’s a relief.”

Cayde’s white glowing eyes blinked a few times. “Hadn’t considered that,” he confessed softly.

Sarantuya looked at him for a moment, standing there without that air of confidence she was used to seeing and hesitated only a moment before embracing him. He looked like he needed a hug and frankly so did she. “This may not last, and I know you didn’t ask to be back. Especially without Sundance.” She felt him flinch, but he didn’t pull away. “And it might be selfish of me, but I’m glad I got to see you one more time. Perhaps this time, whenever it will be, we’ve got a chance at a proper goodbye.”

“Sounds good to me.” He finally hugged her back and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Partner.”

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[yautjalover]

This one is going to be super sad and angsty…but with a happy ending! I hope y’all enjoy!

| Gender Neutral Human x Yautja

| CW: Death, Angst, Ritualistic Suicide

| Word Count: 821

In Death

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It was nearly three centuries that the Yautja had enjoyed with their human mate. In those three hundred years they had been to thousands of worlds and had countless adventures. The Yautja had extended the life of their human mate with their own blood. This glowing liquid ichor had given the human a long life…until it no longer worked.

The human was gravely injured during a hunt. They were lucky that the Yautja medicine saved their life, but they just never were the same after that incident.

A melancholy took over their little mate. Right before their eyes they had seen their whole life flash by as they bled out on the forest floor of that backwater moon. Their large mate had worked hard to dress their most serious wounds while the human fought for their life. It was in that moment that they knew their life would eventually come to a close, as all life dies in the end. Immortality is something that very few species are capable of and it certainly isn’t humans.

Over the next few months, the Yautja watched as their human mate grew weaker and more frail. They hated to see their brave little sain’ja so upset and frustrated with their failing health.

A few times the human had tried to convince their Yautja, the love of their life, that they weren’t worthy of their attention anymore. They were growing weak; so weak that it came to needing to be carried around. It was humiliating to them but to the Yautja…it was an act of love. Taking care of their human was what they wanted to do. Becoming their caretaker was what an honorable hunter would do. The human was their lifemate and they would be damned if they let someone else do it. Their pride simply wouldn’t allow it.

They sequestered themself with their love, enjoying every second, soaking in the sound of their voice, the way they smelled, how soft their skin was, and the little quirks that made their human special. Eventually, as their little mate lay cocooned in the circle of their arms, they were left with a soft “I love you”. The Yautja felt their heart breaking when their mate gave their last breath.

It was there, next to their mate’s favorite hangout spot in the garden where they buried their little human. For hours they sat running their hands through the dirt, trying to feel their mate warm and alive again. The decision was eventually made to complete the Last Hunt.

The Last Hunt was a ritualistic suicidal hunt where Yautja that wanted to join their mates in death or simply were tired of living pursued a mighty beast that no Yautja had ever slain.

To attempt so was sure death.

The Yautja would see their little mate again. They would see that warm smile and hear their laughter again. Deciding this was easy as they had already thought it through while their mate’s health declined, quietly tying up loose ends where they needed to be.

Days later they stood before the massive beast, a thing of many sharp fangs and sharp claws. It was the most fearsome thing the Yautja had ever laid their eyes upon. Seeing it only hardened their decision. Their weapon sang as they clashed with the beast, doing their best to take it down. Of course it wouldn’t be enough. The beast was too strong and eventually they wound up on their back, mortally wounded, gazing up at the starlit night sky. Slowly they could feel their life draining. They continued to watch the night sky until everything went dark.

Almost immediately after, they were standing beneath swaying trees that towered into a pale blue sky. Green grass danced at their feet and animals sang the song of their species. A warm breeze warmed their chilled skin, blowing their locs in the wind. Something sweet floated in the air. It was a familiar sound that filled them with love.

“I missed you.”

The Yautja turned to find their human mate, restored to perfect health and looking radiant as ever, standing there with a smile on their face. They fell to their knees and held their mate close. Their human mate’s soft laughter bubbled forth, filling the air with that sound the Yautja thought they’d never hear again.

“I love you, mate. I love you more than life itself.” The Yautja replied, happily purring as they continued to hold their mate in a loving embrace.

It was then that the Yautja realized they had met their human in the hunting grounds of Cetanu, a place where honorable hunters ended up. They were filled with love and happiness that their mate had been deemed worthy. Of course they were every bit as worthy as a Yautja, but this was their lifemate—their love.

There, basking in the warmth of the afterlife, the Yautja continued to love their mate in death.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

White blossoms - Chapter 4

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff. Shenanigans. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

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The wedding would be in three weeks, to allow for all the proper protocol - or so your uncle decided. In your humble opinion, it was three weeks too many, but your complaint fell on deaf ears - your uncle made it quite plain that you should be lucky there would be no lengthy political proceedings involved. Your friends - though some of them were understanding - mocked you relentlessly, starting the second you announced your betrothal. 

“Of course he believes it to be too long,” Pyran said, “he’s looking forward to his wedding night!” Why that was cause for such outrageous laughter, you did not know. For whatever reason, it felt too foolish to reply that what you really looked forward to, was spending the rest of your life with the woman you loved. 

In reality - however much you hated to admit it - Pyran was not completely wrong. For weeks now - and on some days more than others - you longed not only for her presence, but to hold her firmly in your arms. You dreamt of pulling her close to you, and slowly exploring all there was to explore. Those dreams always had you waking up in the middle of the night, filled with regret that she was no longer within arm’s reach - and in a wholly different, though much easier to resolve predicament… If only you could have stolen a moment alone with her, you would have been a happy man, but your friends had continuously been everywhere. As had hers. 

“Think of it as a favour, my friend,” Aedan had spoken one day, when you had growled at him to let you leave. After all, what did he care if you went to her? And in what way was keeping you away from your beloved a favour? “If we don’t catch you slipping away, it’s rather unlikely that anyone else will.” In the end, you had not succeeded in escaping their attention, save for that one afternoon in the forest. It was only days ago, yet it felt like an eternity, as did every waking hour spent without her. 

The feast in honour of your betrothal would hardly improve on your situation. Though you would be happy to have her by your side, to dance with her, and to simply admire her beauty, you would still be surrounded by people at any given moment - it was positively maddening. 

“She looks wonderful, does she not, Melot?” Beryan asked you after Tamsyn and her family had arrived. 

“As wonderful as ever,” you answered as you took her hands in yours. 

“It’s Beryan’s gown,” she said shyly. You had seen that expression before, whenever the difference between your stations became apparent. It happened often when she came to visit you, less frequently when the situation was reversed, or when you went for a walk together. In the latter cases, it was her mother - her chaperone - who seemed embarrassed by her family’s lack of status. 

“I was looking at your eyes.” The words were out before you realised it. A quick glance confirmed the suspicion that for a brief moment, you were alone - save for Beryan, but her presence was of no consequence. Boldly, you kissed Tamsyn briefly on her lips, savouring the softness of her skin only for a moment before breaking away again. 

“Melot!” These days, Beryan seemed to angrily hiss your name more frequently than your own mother did. 

You quickly adjourned to the great hall, with your future bride on your arm. Food and drink were abundant, and you could have danced all night - even if it was for the sole purpose of being able to touch her. 

“Who taught you how to dance?” you asked when you sat down next to her to rest for a moment. 

“Bery,” she answered. Of course it was her. From the moment you first laid eyes on Tamsyn, Beryan had been most helpful. She grew up at court, thus you had come to know her well. It was as though she was your sister. Well… perhaps not quite your sister, but a very good friend, to say the least. Beryan was the first to notice you were taken with Tamsyn, and she had encouraged you to pursue her. In secret, at first, until you had finally dared to ask your uncle for his blessing to formally court her. During those first weeks, you had noticed that she, too, had begun to spend more time with Tamsyn. Not to say they were on bad terms before Tamsyn caught your eye, but you certainly would not have deemed them friends. In fact, you were rather sure they hadn't known each other much at all. Now that you thought about it; the same could be said of Elowen. 

“Other than gowns and dancing lessons,” you said as you let your curiosity get the best of you, “what else did Beryan and Elowen give you?”

“Lessons on vocabulary and etiquette,” Tamsyn answered, “and they taught me how to read and write.”

Naturally, a look of surprise crossed his face when you told him that. It was hard enough to attempt to hide the embarrassment you were feeling. 

“You couldn’t read?” he asked. The incredulity in his voice made you want to scream. Of course not! How on earth would you have learned? Girls of your station did not read, they worked! In fact, it was hardly a common feat for a man of Melot’s standing to read! With a deep breath, you steadied your nerves. 

“It’s really rather unusual for us commoners to read, Melot,” you muttered softly under your breath, almost afraid he would hear you. With his thumb, Melot gently caressed the back of your hand - a comforting gesture as you let him know more of your simple upbringing than you had dared to until now. 

“You answered my letters,” he said pensively. A smile spread across his face as he realised what that meant. During the first weeks, as the girls taught you, they had helped you read his letters and write your replies. You had been far too embarrassed to have him know of your inability to understand his writings, and you had made Elowen and Beryan promise to not say a word to Melot.

“Did the penmanship not change after a few weeks?” you asked shyly. He nodded, and his grip on your hand tightened as you attempted to pull it away from him. 

“Please,” he said, “do not deprive me of your touch. Not until you leave tonight, I beg you.”

His query was irresistible in its own right, but you yourself seemed hardly inclined to be away from him this evening. In fact, there was a deep longing within you to be much, much closer to him. When he turned his head towards you, the look in his eyes fuelled this feeling to previously unexplored heights. 

“Come with me,” he whispered, gently pulling on your hands to convince you to follow him. 

“Where to?” you said in reply, but he did not answer. Instead, he pulled you along through the empty halls - empty save for Morwenna and Lowen, who had sneaked off to do precisely what you had escaped company to do. The four of you exchanged looks of mutual understanding; no one would speak a word of this. Melot led you a ways further down the hall, and into a small chamber that didn’t seem to be in use at this current time. 

“Alone again,” you murmured. Melot’s eyes - as far as you could see them by the dim light of dusk that shone through the small window - were hungry, and for a moment you were terrified. What if he were to simply take what he wanted and leave you? No, you refused to believe your Melot would ever do such a thing. 

“Are you scared of me?” His voice was soft and drenched with worry, his eyes - though he was not quite able to obscure the hunger in them completely - kind and curious. 

“What if someone catches us?” 

“No one comes here,” Melot said, “we used this chamber as boys, to avoid our mother when she was after us about something.”

“Well then, I imagine you spent quite a lot of time here,” you said, giggling softly. It wasn’t easy for Melot to behave appropriately today, but you had heard he was quite the menace as a young boy. 

His hands found your hips, and he pushed you a few steps back, gently and patiently, until you felt the cold stone wall against your back. Your eyes closed slowly as he closed the distance between your face and his, but right before your lips touched, Melot stopped. 

“Do I have your permission to kiss you, my lady?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he uttered the words, and your lips curled up in a similar sentiment. 

“Certainly, my lord,” you answered - yet before you had uttered the last syllable, Melot’s lips deprived you of your ability to speak. 

It was a kiss much like the one you had shared in the woods, if not for the fact that the hunger you had seen in Melot’s eyes, shone through clearly in his behaviour. His touch was rough, his kiss equally so. Fingers dug painfully into the flesh of your hips, and you were caught completely between the wall and his body. Against your lower abdomen pressed a hardness you took to be what you had heard of in the tales of others. The realisation made your cheeks glow, and caused a throbbing sensation between your legs. One of Melot’s hands left your hip to cup your cheek, softly tracing his thumb along your cheekbone. He pulled you even closer to him as he continued kissing you fiercely, gliding his tongue along the seam of your lips, requesting entrance. Immediately after your lips parted, he slipped his tongue past them, exploring your mouth with vigour, and you eagerly returned his amorous attentions. 

With every passing second, you became more glad that you were pushed against the wall behind you, for you feared that without it, you would not have managed to stay upright. Melot kissed you so zealously that you couldn’t stifle the soft moans that fell from your lips as he did. Your arms found their way around him, pulling him closer against your body. Sounds of pleasure and heavy breaths echoed through the space that was empty save for you and your love, your betrothed. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips descended from your mouth to your jaw, and Melot slowly went on his way to kiss your neck. 

“My sweet,” Melot muttered with his lips still against your skin, “how I long for your touch every minute of every day.” You could not speak, could not reply to his loving words, with even a single sound - let alone voice your own thoughts on the matter. You, too, longed for his touch, more of it even than you received from him now. Instead, you pulled him even closer to you. A hand weaved into his dark curls, not only to keep his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck - which was an utterly exquisite feeling unlike anything you had ever felt before - but also to keep him from straying too close to your breasts. To lose yourself in these sensations seemed unwise, given the circumstances of the evening.

Your tryst ended abruptly with a swift knock on the door. 

“Melot! I swear on my parents’ graves, if you’re in there, I will kill you.” It was Tristan, thank goodness - muttering the words mutedly outside the room, so as to not alert any others. “If everyone is decent, open this door, now.” 

“Good God, they’re looking for you two all over the castle! Both of you, get out of here, and be quick about it!” Beryan and Morwenna were also outside, and they ushered Tristan and Melot back into the direction of the feast.  “We’ll wait for a moment,” Morwenna said to you, “so as to avoid suspicion.” You nodded silently as you watched Melot take his leave, as he looked over his shoulder and smiled at you. He would be waiting for you, back in the Great Hall, where he would do nothing but hold your hand, as was proper, and your encounter would be reduced to nought but memory and smouldering desire. Until such a time that you meet again.

[the-broken-pen]

“Wait—you’re the bridge troll?”

The little girl fiddled with the ends of her dress, lace curling over her fingers. Her hair fell in perfect ringlets, tied with a pretty bow. The darkness turned her hair to the deepest of blacks.

She smiled, all innocence.

“Yes. I could be something more scary, if that would help?”

Seraphina blinked.

“What?”

The smile took on an edge sharper than blades. Seraphina was afraid she might reveal a second row of teeth—she hated fae, especially the ones with too many teeth to count.

“I can be anything,” the little girl stated simply, and then she rose, twisting, bones cracking, until a cloud of darkness encompassed the bridge. When she spoke again, her voice echoed with the promise of pain and the sound of thousands pleading for help. “Is this form better?”

Seraphina choked on her own tongue, spine twinging as she grabbed for her dagger.

“No, no it was fine—“

“Or maybe,” came a voice she had long since laid to rest, “you’d prefer this?”

And then the bridge troll was wearing the face of her dead lover. Seraphina forgot to breathe for a moment, caught on the edge of tears. It was a blister that hurt, it was sticking your hand into the fire, it was breaking all your ribs. Seeing that face—even if the expression was all wrong, like spelling someone’s name with a different letter—hurt.

If Seraphina couldn’t feel her own breathing, she’d assume she was dead.

“Take off their face,” she said after a long moment, and the bridge troll obliged.

“Better?” The little girl said, and Seraphina nodded mutely. “Now, for prices. Most people give up one of their favorite memories, or maybe the voice of a loved one—“

“How much,” Seraphina began, clearing her throat. She eyes the coursing river below. “How much would all of the memories of a loved one be worth.”

The little girl paused, mouth open.

“I’m sorry?”

“How much would it be worth. How many passages across the bridge would all of my memories about someone be worth.”

The little girl blinked, then drew herself up, as if she had surprised even herself in her lack of calm.

“It would pay off years worth of passages.”

Seraphina nodded.

Below, the river thrummed with empty promises.

She had loved them, and they had died. They were supposed to both make it out. And now, here Seraphina was, alone but for a bridge toll, on a bridge in the middle of nowhere.

Well. Not nowhere. She was in that place her lover had always wanted to go.

She figured maybe if she went, her lover would feel it, wherever their soul was.

Now, though, her love simply felt like an arrow between her ribs.

“I’ll pay it.”

The little girl paused again.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Take it. Pay off as much as you can so nobody who passes through needs to worry.”

The little girl fell silent. If she had any emotions, Seraphina hoped she would understand the enormity of the sacrifice.

Really, though, it was just a selfish need for the pain to stop.

“Alright,” the little girl said. “Give me your hand.”

Seraphina obliged. Her hand was warm in a way she hadn’t expected, and soft.

“Whose face are you wearing?” Seraphina whispered.

“Whose soul are you releasing,” the girl said back.

Seraphina looked once more at the river.

“The love of my life.”

As soon as she said it, as soon as she thought of his face, it was snatched from her mind.

No pain.

Just a neatly cut hole where something should be.

In front of her, a little girl held her hand.

She frowned, puzzled. She rubbed her eyes.

“What are you—“ when she opened them, she blinked again. The most handsome man she had ever seen was holding her hand, smiling roguishly.

“You took a bit of a fall. Are you feeling okay?” His voice sounded like home, and his face looked like it, like warm summer breezes and laughter at the hearth. For a second, something throbbed in side of her, a quiet I remember, before it whisped away.

“Yeah,” she said when she realized she had simply been staring at his face. “Yeah, sorry, i’m fine.”

His smile broadened.

“My name is Edrian, by the way.”

She blinked once more.

“Seraphina.”

The edges of his smile softened.

‘Seraphina’ he mouthed, as if testing it out.

“Can I buy you something to eat?”

Her hand was still in his. For some reason, she didn’t want to let go.

She studied his face, and was filled with such love, such longing, that she almost choked.

She felt like she had loved him for years.

“Sure.”

Edrian squeezed her hand, gently, then murmured her name once more, tugging her gently into town.

Behind them, the bridge was abandoned, and tucked between their clasped hands and traded memories, stolen love bloomed.

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' pt.3

Arghghg, more introductions, more Greez being a lil pussy...when can I write the good stufffffff??!???!

Don't mind me, just ranting :)

Wordcount: approx. 3.034

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After you stood up that "morning", well you hoped it wasn't, your body physically felt like it just got run over by a herd of wild Banthas.

But at least mentally and attitude wise, you're fit again.

So, cracking joints and aching muscles aside, you stood up on time with Cal, hearing him cough from the now more stale air as BD audibly jumped on him, enhancing his last cough. "Owwww BD…owww…" He groans slowly out as you finished getting back into the scraps that were your clothes. It was surprising they still covered the needed…areas…at all.

"BD, don't kill him just yet-" you joke, which alarmed said Droid immediately to your presence, as if the squeaky bed wasn't enough for that already. He rounded the partition wall with near lightning speed, almost falling to one side and jumped up to your shoulders almost instantly, trying to nuzzle his square head into yours. Obviously with some difficulty but you did let him try.

"Good morning to you too, BD. And Good Morning Cal, owner of this rampaging Droid!" BD beeps simple noise of happiness, sounded like laughter as Cal exhaled already exhausted again, "He's such a handful sometimes-"

'Hey!'

"...I wasn't done. But without him, I know I would still be at the start…"

'Thank you! Where else would you be?!' BD returns with snark, still comfy on your shoulder as you both went to the living room.

And that's how you ended up being bombarded with questions.

Most importantly of those though: who are you?

"Well?" Greez asked impatiently, watching your face fall from an idea to nothing in seconds, "Give her a moment…" the older woman chastised the Captain before her attention was on you again. Merrin and Cal obviously were there too. Everyone was.

Had it really had been four years since the last time you had long time companions?

You wondered what happened to Zeta...-

"Well, you know my name already. Kyra Yarmot. I'm a…I was part of a species. The overarching name was 'Dragon People', given by the then not yet established Empire, to make communications easier, I was part of the subspecies that had a natural advantage in the Force and over Fire, in that case, Pyrokinesis."

At that, Cere stops you, "Wait…you said natural advantage…were all people in your tribe, clan, whatever you call it…were they all like you? With such…such huge Force Potential?"

Your face fell again. You simply couldn’t know. You only know these facts partially from your master and another from the books you read in the Jedi Temple and those you found over the years on the run…

"I don't know…the books never went into specifics, some that did were nothing but Legends, so one would have to take them with a grain of salt…sometimes with the whole shaker..." But you knew one thing about them, the thing that made them a target of the Empire.

The reason they were enslaved.

"My people…when…when we trained it, we were able to work for weeks without breaks. Unimaginable physical strength was part of their profile, the books that were older than…the enslaving and the purge of us…they talked about the impressive mines they had dug out, the treasures they unearthed in a day's work that took weeks even for mining machines."

You remember the small sliver of a vision you once received in your sleep…something you liked having before that one vision years and years ago.

It was about your home planet before it was ransacked, before it was stomped to the ground. You saw two people you always wanted to think were supposed to be your parents, mainly because your vision seemed to focus so heavily on them in particular.

"I also heard many scholarships came out from your kind?" Merrin butted in, clearly itching to have asked that question when you lost yourself in your memory, something you never told or showed to anyone else.

They would need special abilities for that anyways.

"I think so, yes. But clearly they weren't around anymore when I was supposed to be taught in our ways. Cere and even BD saw the last of my people years and years ago…"

Merrin copied your sorrowful frown, clearly feeling with you as you talked about your dead people. You probably wouldn't even have told them all if they hadn't bugged you about it. But keeping secrets was almost always sign of guilt for something, was it big or small.

You spent a good chunk of the morning talking mostly about you but also a bit about the rest, even Greez pitching in every once in a while. Though he still looked a bit on edge with you, lile he was about to jump up and run any second now, side glances thrown your way every once in a while, so you glance back the last time, the Latero jumping a bit. Did he really think he would be your next snack?

Latero are a species of prey…

"I won't eat you, Greez…" you start, getting an idea to tease the older captain as you lean over with a toothy grin, "since…Latero don't fit my taste anyways. At all." It almost seemed as if the small man's heart would not just skip a beat but straight up jump out of his chest, grow little legs and run off. So you change your maybe slightly threatening grin to an inviting smile. "Sorry. Some people just give themselves away with their fear. I really don't intend on hurting you or anyone else on this ship."

His eyes still wide, he takes a moment to let your words sink in, Cere shaking her head at your apparently normal antics while Merrin grins, "Greez is way too easy to tease, but I wish I could make it seem as easy as you just did!" The Latero shakes his head at that, holding his hands up in defense, "No, don't even think about it you two! It's already bad enough, she's literally a predatory ani- person!"

Well yes. You were. But you're not as attuned to your animalistic side as the rest of your kind was. You never had many chances to let the animal inside of you take over for a moment.

So no, you never hunted prey either, despite sometimes feeling a weird itch in a corner of your brain when seeing a grazing animal. Instead, you ate meat the same way any normal person that was raised with table manners. Though you had moments you were so starved, you forgot cutlery exists and dug into your food with your hands…

Not your most prideful moments-

"What are you thinking about?" Cal asked, a somehow mischievous smile on his face, like he knew something, tapping you curiously against your shoulder, gaining your attention, "uh…food…?" "I karking knew it…" Greez whines out as he threw his hands up, standing up to go to the kitchen. "What do you want me to do? Rub myself with oil so you can roast me?? Or just salt and pepper??? Both?!?!"

He seemed to have missed your actually serious remark about not eating his kind. You never tried either, obviously.

"Greez, cool your jets. She hasn't done anything-" "Yet." The man interrupts, everyone sighing at his overdramatic panic. "I mean it. Without her, I would've died on that planet yesterday, Greez. She's an honest girl, just like Merrin. Just like Cere..." He pauses for a moment and it appeared like something he just said…like it made him think but then return to his initial intentions, "Honest like both of us, okay?"

Greez went quiet, stopped his worried clashing of pots after that for a few moments as everyone stared at him, wanting to know his reply.

"Yeah. Yeah. Fine…i'-i'm sorry Kyra…" Now it was your turn, Cal turning his expecting gaze towards you, eyebrows high on his forehead and his head slightly tilted as you laugh awkwardly. Maybe you should apologize for your teasing too.

"And I'm sorry too, Greez. I know myself how horrible teasing can be, even when it came without ill intent, when the subject bothers one." He didn't seem to have expected a "predator" to apologize, stumbling over his next words as he went to take a cup of coffee now instead, "O-oh haha…noo…It's…It's fine!" You took it as the best you would get for now, nodding back friendly before your attention was back on the rest.

"Cal, uhhh...maybe stop staring perhaps?" Merrin asked the boy next to you, using her elbow to lightly jab him in the side, making him reply in a similar manner as Greez much to the amusement of you and Merrin. "I-I wasn't!" "You were, accept it."

"Was it my tail again? Or my horns?" Merrin chokes from the air that was supposed to be another laugh, scaring Cal at the sudden outburst enough to jump in your direction on the ship's couch, his thigh grazing your lap already. "What the helllll, Cal? You're telling me you have been staring at her like this already before?" It was her turn to be a tease, keeping on poking his side as he whines but chuckles. "I was new to her, you gotta excuse my curiosityyyy...and stop poking me!!!"

At all that, you only saw Cere shake her head at the apparently unusually childish atmosphere that filled the main area of the ship. But…you liked it. It's been too long you had the chance to be so childish with people. Even during such an important mission.

After the morning passed, Merrin gave you a sudden once over, "The fact that nobody even thought about new clothes for you yet…" she tsked, shaking her head at Cal, who rightfully gasped, "What was I supposed to do about that?! My clothes are way too big on her!" "You could've asked me!" She returns, pushing past him while he rolls his eyes, but soon began to smile again. "You two always like that?" He looks back to you, now pulling a grimace at your clothes as well.

He was probably too busy with your extras to care about the dirty clothes you wore. Understandable. Somewhere.

"She's right…" he mutters, teasinglyholding his nose shut, "Cal!" He was quick to utter a 'sorry', pulling his shoulders up as he felt himself get lightly whacked by you, just as Merrin returned already. Early enough to see your "abuse" on his shoulder, "Yeah, he needs that sometimes. Still didn't get him potty trained either…"

And once more, they fell into petty teasing and taunting, they almost looked like Siblings like that.

You had a foggy memory of also having siblings once upon a time and you doubt they had your luck of escape…just like your parents.

"Kyra, you still with us?" You jump at the grey hand waving inches from your face, nearly going cross eyed as you naturally began to follow the movement. "Don't pounce, please." She pulled her hand away as soon as she noticed the pattern of your eyes, making a mental note to think about that a bit more beforehand the next time.

She turns to the coffee table, a few pieces of clothes strewn about, "Since you probably need to…well…make room for those" she gestures vaguely towards your back and ass, making you chuckle, "I took those that I knew I no longer wore. Not because they are old by the way. Just not my thing anymore, saw myself in them a bit too often…"

They were all dark colors, but surprisingly not just black and dark red. There even was a dimmed purple poncho. "You have a poncho? Didn't you question my fashion sense last time we went to the market for new clothes?"

You pick the poncho up, watching your claws to not cut it to ribbons. But to be honest, it's been a while you "sharpened" them, the cuts they usually caused needing more pressure and speed than supposed. The fabric of the Poncho was really nice, the rough texture of the waffle like pattern feeling pretty nice against your own rougher exterior that covered certain parts of you.

"Well of course I am. Ponchos are your whole wardrobe. I have this one…and looking at the goo goo eyes Kyra is giving it, it might be hers now!" She smiles as you blush, feeling more than called out, "I-I mean, if you changed your mind, you can keep it!" You tried to hand it back to her mid sentence, but she only shook her head with a sigh, stopping your hand, "Nooo, Kyra…I would've thrown it out otherwise. If you like it, it's better off in your hands."

You did like Ponchos.

"Maybe I got one or even two that you can have as-" "Didn't you juhst say they would be too big on her???"

Yikes, he got called out.

But you didn't notice that, eyes going big. Even the one Cal wore when he found you, light brown with grey at the sleeve parts, you like the practicality his all may appear to have.

For now, Merrin's one would be enough though. Along with two simple pairs of pants that had a high waist, making it easy to cut a big enough hole for your tail plus a simple wrap top in black, a dark green zipper hoodie (you remember a similar one from your free time at the temple…) and a dark purple cloak.

"You gotta try the top on, it fits on basically any body due to the stretchy fabric!" She already dragged you towards the back, letting no word of resistance out of your mouth while she gestured at Cal that she's 'watching him', "We won't be long, don't you dare come after to get a look at her naked tail!" "I wasn't going t-" "Yeah and we expect it!" He knew he lost and gave up, sighing defeated.

While she waited up on the platform, you slipped down the ladder, already having found out how to shorten the time of getting down on it after lazy-boy Cal send you at least three times during the improvised breakfast to fetch something he forgot.

The improvised Breakfast reminds you of the "mission" you would be participating in today. Getting new rations for actual missions and food for on board.

The loose top surprised you positively, since you didn't even have to cut the back. You simply pushed the top's mid straps further in, in between the space of the base of your wings.

"Does it fi- oh that looks amazing!" She was just as enthusiastic as you as you ascend back to the upper platform, doing a slow spin to show off your idea for your little problem. "Oh right, I didn't think about that! I'm sure we'll find some similar ones at the market we're going to today." You did have some credits left from small errands here and there, so you probably could get yourself another one.

You agreed with her and went to follow her back to Cal and the rest before she stops you for a short moment, a hand resting on your shoulder.

"Don't take Greez too serious by the way…" she tells you, some seriousness in her voice, but it was clear she was trying hard to not joke about him, "Last Week he thought we're all going to die because of a small Ice Storm on Zeffo…the same storm he went through every time Cal needed to get back on that Trooper infested hellhole…"

So it was just his personality? But he still seemed genuinely unnerved by your presence. "Are you sure it's not…you know…instinct?" "Because of your appearance? Eh, he'll get over it. You look much more human than I expected for a Dragon Person. The books on Dathomir talked about your kind looking...sorry...more monstrous."

There have been many Legends for your kind, many told of you looking like horrific creatures whose faces were part scaly snout and part Human mouth, that your legs were more akin to actual Dragons.

And the Legends weren't fully wrong. But those that looked like that or at least similar were a totally different subcategory, closer to the animal's side of ancestors than the human side. One even had barely any human traits, from what you had read, only having human posture and the vague ability of actual speech instead of growls, howls, screams and hisses.

"Are you two done back there?! We're almost out of hyperspace, so you should find somewhere to sit down!" Cere yells back to you two, which you both return with 'Yeah, coming!' before walking back to the front to sit in the seats near the cockpit, both you still in thought about the subject you just talked about.

The name of the planet in front of you immediately came to your head as you saw the mainly white "surface", some light blue spots on it.

Bardotta.

That means you once again couldn't use the force, now for other reasons.

"Bardottans hate Jedi though…is that really our best stop for restocking?" You ask, Cal's eyebrows drawn up at that, "Wait really? I didn't even know about that."

They think Jedi as Thieves and Kidnapper for taking Bardottan children to train as future Jedi. You could see where their anger comes from in that ca-

"Yes, but it's because of petty reasons…it's better still if you don't play around with it though."

Did Cere really just call that reason petty?

You're just about to interrupt her and ask her for her reason of opinion as you feel Cal's eyes on you. You couldn't really decipher the meaning behind that look, but you were going to ask him about it later…

As you squint at him, away from Cere's seemingly everywhere at once eyes, he shakes his head no. He knew something you didn't…

Merrin had stood up from her seat for leaving hyperspace, walking to the fridge to take something off it. The shopping list.

"We need Blue Milk again, Cal. Someone," she eyes the guilty ginger from above, taller than him when he still sat down in the raised co pilot seat, earning a once more innocent whistle back before she continues, "Someone drank it all in one sitting during a heated training session on Bogano. Oh and some Cambylictus berries-" "Oh they are amazing! I once tried them on a trip to Endor. Me and my…former companions, we were just in time for one of their celebrations that included Camby Berries!"

Now you knew what to tell Cal tonight before going to bed, about your short time on Endor. Weirdly enough, even though they are Prey too, the Ewoks weren't afraid of you…

Probably their surprising strength to body mass ration and the multitude of weapons...

But even those wouldn't have stopped a starving Dragon Person in the end.

"Okay, kids, we're here! You all better behave yourself or we can't return to this one too!" Greez shouts a warning from the cockpit, from what you look at Cal with a raised eyebrow, "This one too?"

Instantly he looked away from you, coughing into his fist. By now you realized, Cal probably was a little troublemaker underneath all that sweet boy attitude.

"Alright. Keep your secrets…for now, pretty boy." You tease right next to his ear, his body going rigid at your hot breath at his ear. And probably for your new nickname for him.

You didn't stay on the ship long enough to watch or hear his surely stuttering follow up reaction, but in the end you heard his own feet a few seconds later follow yours as you stopped at the sloped door to sniff the air, you grin with all teeth out for show.

"No empire." "Good. Let's keep it that way."

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[bloodybusiness]

He gave a chuckle, shaking his head. It was true he had a little less restraint towards Suresh but when their personalities conflicted so greatly, not to mention the pretty face, how could he not? "Oh, trust me, this isn't me 'helping myself'. You wouldn't last two seconds. I go easy on you." Though the truly charming Nick, the one that would talk his way into any place, or any person, that was hardly the truth. Just one of many masks, ever changing even if he no longer played the part of a simple conman. Ever changing depending on the situation. Had he not gotten caught up in the masks, there was no telling the sort of person he'd actually be. Maybe just the simple family man he had been behind closed doors. "And I'd stop if you actually felt discomfort about it." Embarrassment, that was something entirely different and a hushed 'stop it' was worlds apart from a cease and desist.

There was something about the sudden laughter that was enough for even Nick to let out a breath that could not have come soon enough. A break in the rather grim atmosphere of the night. It wasn't bitter or in spite of how events played out but an actual genuine nature. Rather than the somber smile he'd worn most of the night, there was something more akin to a grin as the sound of Suresh's laugh and the sight of him quickly trying to cover it. Here he had thought it would get a scoff or a glance of disapproval from Suresh though perhaps it had simply caught him too off guard. A sudden and very real innuendo immediately following a quiet promise to help, it was enough to probably cause some sort of whiplash. If Suresh hadn't already been experiencing that already.

"You gift me a cane and I can be held responsible when the cane just...slips out of my hand straight towards you. My hands, you know how they get. Or I might just land the cane wrong right in front of your feet. We don't want any accidents, right?" Even though his words were a threat, there was no anger in his eyes to be found. If anything, there was amusement. Though there had certainly been times Suresh had found himself on the receiving end of Nick's ire, anything beyond punishment had usually been a restriction of duty or turning something over to another member, though that was rare enough.

Nick already knew the way to Suresh wasn't the promise of pain but to dig in the feeling of failure. But that was only ever used as a last resort.

Pulling out his phone, he ran through the apps of different ride services, many of which he had installed in the last two years. Not even glancing at Suresh as he entered in the details to what he estimated would be the shortest arrival, he spoke, "Put the jacket on. Slight chill tonight. I at least have long sleeves." Ride enroute, pocketing the device once more before. "We'll go to my place, have a couple of drinks. Yes, that is non-negotiable." He could no doubt already feel the frown of the other at the mention of alcohol. He took a moment to roll back down the sleeves of his shirt from his brief cleaning earlier. "REM sleep is where we dream. Alcohol inhibits that stage. So long as you don't do it every night-" As he often did, "-you'll be fine for one night. And it'll be peaceful."

Surprise, surprise, he had very surface level knowledge of how the brain worked. He'd picked it up while running a con on some successful surgeon or another.

A process. One that could have gone a different way. But Nick had also seen his work. And Suresh had set out to rise within the Syndicate. Despite the nicknames and the poking Nick still saw what he was doing. Suresh felt like he had found his place. And Suresh knew that without Nick there would have not been the same rise. He'd earned it. But still earning didn't mean recognition. It had been an interesting day when Suresh realized that what Nick did with him was more affectionate than anything else. Though he had pretended not to be aware for a while after still.

The Syndicate working more like a business than a family had been something Suresh appreciated. There was of course a camaraderie between the previously incarcerated. Everyone knew what there was to lose. And what there was to gain. An eclectic patchwork of various types of personalities. Trust was a risk but a necessary one. Nick had his trust and his loyalty. And Suresh knew the weight of what he represented. Nicks hands, his mouth, his eyes. Whatever Nick needed him to be. To make sure the Syndicate continued to function well but also because he cared for his friend very much.

He nodded, "Horror movie trivia or anything medical and we would destroy the competition." The idea of going to a Pub quiz with Nick was a funny thought and he imagined he would do most of the answering as Nick drank and used his charm and force of personality to throw off the other teams. It was a pretty little thought after a very stressful evening. And as things began to wind down he could feel the remnants of the nightmare like cobwebs on his skin. It had been vivid enough to force him out of his normal routine hours ago. Suresh's mouth pursed slightly in annoyance at being told it wouldn't be only when they were alone. But calmed again at the compromise. He nodded. "I'm sure your reputation would be just fine. People expect you to be a charming chameleon. But yes, that is acceptable." Suresh had to establish himself with a viciously cold, efficient brutality that had set him apart when he'd become Captain. And he was very protective of both of their reputations. The Syndicate as an organization would never get the whole truth of him. Suresh had a few others he was close too but no one as close as Nick. Especially after tonight.

Suresh had closed his eyes at the friendly pat on his cheek. The touch to his face again a little less startling but not any less affecting. The shift and pressure as Nick cupped his face made him open his eyes. The words again sank into his skin, a frozen moment stretched out between them. A pull from the center of his chest that he felt but ignored. He forced himself to blink his eyes closed again, to break the eye contact as he felt Nick pull away. Smiling affectionately and shaking his head, "You really cannot help yourself..." He cleared his throat and looking down at his lap said, "Oh, a few have tried." Because there had been a few over the years.

The unexpectedly tawdry comment about his knees broke a surprised, authentic laugh out of Suresh. Causing him to put his hand over his mouth to stop it and the small flush that came with it. Finally standing up himself, "Would you like me to get you a cane? I'm sure we have one around here." The comment had cleared the air a little and Suresh felt the weight of the hour of night. He stretched, putting a hand on the back of his neck and rolling it to release the tension, feeling a satisfying pop. He nodded, too tired to worry about the last bits. Picking up the zip drive and putting it in his pocket. Everything else could be dealt with later. At the offer Suresh looked at Nick, "If I go home I'm not going to sleep." A round about way of accepting Nick's invitation. But also it was honest. If he went home after they dropped Nick off he would find anything else to do rather than sleep for the few hours before the day started.