#trials n tresses

[morimemichael]

His new obsession

FEM!reader x The Trickster

You’re new to the realm. You don’t have much friends, but you caught someone’s eye at first sight.

WG: Smut! Love at first sight, p in v sex, slow to rough, male receiving oral!, fingering, choking, hair pulling, Ji Woon likes it rough, use of y/n! Smut with fluff ending.

The wind blew on his chest as he ran. The sound of the metal of his bat could be heard from a few meters away, and his little giggles were unmistakable. This time he was sent to the red forest with 4 survivors as usual. Tho one of the mentioned four didn’t recognize. A young, beautiful, curvy and little bit chubby girl he though and smiled.

Yes, you were like a brand new toy in the realm, you didn’t have much friends and didn’t understand what was going on. This was your second trial, and still generator repair was something you were still learning, so it was common for you to make it blow.

The sound alerted Ji-woon. He went in your direction running in the characteristic way he always does. I’m his head, he was hoping to finally meet you, knowing damn well the others wouldn’t blow up a gen. He was now 8 enteras away from you, not wanting to disturb you he watch you from a distance, leaning against a tree.

“Geez…when I’m gonna stop blowing up this things” you said to yourself. You were mid gen now, and Ji-soon was getting closer. Even Steve, that was in the gen with you ran away leaving you all alone. Ji-soon saw that, and one part of him was pleased you were left alone, but the other part he thought how someone could leave behind a new brand, purely fresh, recently out of the fogg, teammate? You felt his presence and when you turn around he was already face to face with you. At first you mistake him for a fellow teammate.

“Are you gonna help me repair or what?” You asked calmly, not knowing he was the killer.

“What makes you think I’m a survivor, sweet thing ?” He replies, smiling and getting down at your level, appreciating firm up close the features of your face and your body.

“Uhm…you look like a survivor…” You were starting to realize that he actually wasn’t. “Oh…you’re…not, am i right?” He was damn fine to be a killer, you thought now that you had him up close, you could tell he was some kind of an idol, so you wonder if you was Korean, Japanese or even Chinese…

“You look like an idol…are you an idol?” You dare to ask him.

“Huh…my look gave it away, dear?”

“Pretty much yeah…are you a Kpop Idol?” Excitement could be noticed and heard in your voice. You liked Kpop idols so much.

“Very well! Are pretty girls like you this smart or it’s just you?” You blush at his compliment, not knowing exactly how to answer at that.

“I uhm…I’m not sure…” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “My name is y/n by the way…what’s yours?”

“Nice to meet you y/n, my name it’s Ji-woon. You don’t seem very scared of me, are you?” He asked.

“Uhm…should I?”

“I mean…I’m the killer..” He answered back showing his little colorful blades. To which you just smile, cause you never saw something like those before.

“Ohh! Are those blades? That’s your…uhm, power?” Asked nicely and excited, both at the same time.

“Yes, they are.”

“Can I throw one? Pleasee?” You make a little pout while pleading with your hands.

He found your little gesture cute and still bold. You were asking for his blades? No one ever asked him for them, much less if they could throw one. He was starting to like you more that he suspected. He pull out on of the little blades, and carefully reached it out for you.

“Careful…they’re really sharp.”

“Oh…” You take the little knife on your hand. “Where can I throw it?” You asked again.

“Wherever you want..” He smiled. You prepared yourself and aimed somewhere between the tress down on the ground level, since you both were on the gen located on main. You watch from the top of the wooden cabin to see and make sure no one passed by so you wouldn’t hurt them. You aim and after a second that appear like an eternity to Ji-Woon, you moved you hand in a swift motion that made the blade flew away somewhere far away.

“That was awesome!” You stated, the feeling of the thrill that caused you the act of throwing that blade made your heart pump with adrenaline. And just like that, you found yourself in the middle of a cross like between fearing the killer right next to your eyes or liking him. Sooner than later you decided that getting to know him better wouldn’t be bad after all. “Mind telling me more about you?” You asked smiling.

He was thrown aback at the start. No one ever asked him that. Not a sole survivor.

“About me? There not much to know about…beyond the fact that I’m a Kpop idol and that I like making music with the screams of my victims…”

Your eyes winded at his statement. Wondering in the thin line of running away ir staying with him. You look at his baseball bat and his blades, then look at his face. He seemed to notice this and quickly toss those things away.

“Oh..no no, I’m not gonna hurt you. As weird as it might sound, I’m not sure why I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m supposed to sacrifice you to the entity…” He looked straight to a hook.

“Oh..uhm…thanks? I suppose? No one ever told me something like that before…I don’t think I’m wanted here..” You stated a little bit sad at the option of actually no one wanting you.

“That’s not true. I want you…” Apparently he had no filters now and you frowned at his words. “No, sorry I didn’t mean it- you know…by the way…how old are you?” The curiosity killed the cat.

“Old enough to buy a house or drink alcohol if I want…” You affirmed.

“Oh…” He didn’t know how to react. You were his type, and you weren’t a minor? He was lost. He didn’t know why he liked you that much. But he did. His gaze drunk in your curves, the way you talked and moved your hands, your smile, your eyes, your nose. Two gems were already made, but for the first time he didn’t care at all.

“You must have pretty eyes…if you take the lens off” You spoke feeling brave enough to compliment him. And he smiled.

“You have pretty, natural, eyes y/n…” You blushed a little bit, a gesture he found tender and cute.

The compliments went on for a couple of minutes. And neither of you could understand what happened in those minutes to find both of you in the mesh bed the main cabin had inside its own wooden structure. You were all over him, kissing him desperately, gripping his coat. The feeling of knowing this wasn’t right running through both your minds, but seeing where this thing was getting, apparently neither of you seemed to care. Sure, the entity could do whatever she wanted with both of you, maybe you would just have to wait, of course in case the entity decided to work in a macabre plan for the fact that Ji-woon was falling for you, and vice versa.

For now, all that matter for you both was the best of the moment and taking Ji-woon’s coat off. You gave his clothes little tugs to make him comprehend you wanted that item off. He broke the kiss, smiled playfully at you, while taking his coat slowly…obviously to tease the fuck out of you. You weren’t left behind in this game of taking off the clothes, since he ripped the fabric of your shirt and shorts. His eyes opened wide when he noticed you didn’t have any bra on.

“Oh my…no bra huh?” He smirked and called out the fact in a teasing tone.

“Uhm…yeah, about that…” You didn’t know what to answer to that, the last time you remember of your previous life you had, you always wear bras, even if you didn’t liked to.

He looked at your bear breasts, and he felt his mouth watering…how long it’s been since he got laid? He can’t remember…and honestly, he needed it. It��s not like you didn’t, but the fact that you were recent on the realm gave you more chances that the last time you had sex would be a week ago, not years like Ji-Woon. His hand travel from your waste, up nearing touching your tender breasts. He looked at you in the eyes, a pleading gaze could be sense.

“Can I?” He asked, kindly enough due to his previously behavior. You didn’t mind a little bit of kindness every now and then, specially when no one would show you that here. You nod your head yes to give him your consent, to encourage him to touch you further. His lips forming a big smile as his hands reach the tender flesh of your chest. His hands were replaced with his mouth soon after, his tongue circling your nipples and the sounds your mouth let out it’s encouraging him further.

But sooner than later his touch on your breasts wasn’t enough, so slowly but surely you guided his hand to your vagina. He quickly understood the assignment. His fingers slipped inside you.

“Oh my!-” You moaned out loud. He noticed and placed his free hand over your mouth. He kept finger fucking you a while longer until you were begging to practically fuck you already. Your core twitching around nothing and it was starting to ache.

“Please…please, I need you…” You beg a little bit.

"I know you can do better..” He replied back.

“Please fuck me, I need you!…” Your hands started to roam near his shaft. And something inside of him snapped, and couldn’t wait any longer.

Roughly, he turn you around so now you were all in fours, and he didn’t even wait he just slammed in. He was bigger than average so it sting a little bit. Not wanting you to adjust to his girth he started to thrust into you roughly.

“This is what you wanted?…” He asked between grunts and pants. He was loud. Maybe even louder than you. He kept on fucking you wildly, the sound of the gems popping one by one.

“Fuuuck…yeah, like that…don’t stop!” You moan loud, taking advantage of a near sound of a finished gen.

Your sounds and squirms were fuel to him. You looked so beautiful girl his point of view. But that didn’t stopped him from treating you roughly. One of his hands, that was on your hip went up all the way to wrap around your neck and squeeze tightly.

“Oh-” You gasp at the sensation of being choked. His other hand pulled at your hair, not before slapping you hard on the ass.

“Damn!…I’m not gonna last longer girl…” He assumed. You were too far on your own pleasure that you didn’t even heard him. And without warning him, the tight knot that’s been forming all along snapped, and your orgasm hit you hard.

“Ji-Ji Woon! Please! Fuuuck…don’t stop!” You were crying nonsense at this point.

“I don’t plan to…” He kept fucking you hard for a little while until the sound of the gates opening filled both your ears.

“Was that?” You asked.

“The gates…” He replied, looking down, towards the direction of one of the gates. Unfortunately you two were far, and you needed to go, he didn’t want you to die, specially not by t he map. “You have to go” He added.

“But you didn’t-”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, but you need to go…the map will kill you otherwise…” He explained. You nodded sadly, and you dressed up as fast as you could. Once you were ready you looked down. Calculating if the fall itself would harm you.

“Here..” He reach you his hand to help you down.

“Thanks.” You smiled back at him, and when you touched the ground you started running towards the gate as fast as you could. He watched from the top of main how you run your way to safety.

“It was nice meeting you!” You yelled back at him, waving your hand in the air. He waved back and smiled at you.

You manage to leave the map safely and reached the camp fire wondering when would you see him again.

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I’m sorry this took me so long 🥹 I’ve been really busy and not feeling okay. I know it’s crappy, but I love this game so much I did my best, I hope you liked it! 😊❤️ @stygianoir

[yaut-jaknowit]

YESS I GET TO BOTHER YOU AGAIN:D

Imagine the reader teaching their yautja mates/friends teenager some cool human fighting move you see in movies n shit (also have an awesome day ilyyy)

How to Fight

Pairing: Chopper (Male Reader) x Reader

Word Count: 1171

Summary: With a little luck, you were able to entertain yourself while on the mothership. Access to the internet was the best far from earth. Every night, you took it upon yourself to watch movies. Sometimes rewatching old ones or finding new releases. Until, one night, Chopper's buddies caught sight of what you were watching… It went downhill from there.

Author Note: I love when you come bother me! It's the highlight of my day. I didn't know what to with this one so I started in a random place and ran with it. The ball... well it ended up somewhere else I guess.

Masterlist

Ao3

All it took was one glimpse at a movie you were watching. Worst of all, it was Kung Fu Panda. The whole group was completely intrigued. Within moments, they’re sitting down next to your small frame, elbows on their knees with their chins resting on their fists. All of their eyes were zoned in on the holo screen in front of you.

With some trial and error with the earth’s internet and the Yautja’s network, you were able to figure out how to broadcast movies. As a human on a mothership full of Yautjas, there was a limit of what you could do. Safely. That part was key when it came to staying alive here.

From the rumors that have trailed across the ship, the only reason you’re alive is the fact your mate’s species sees you as his pet. Degrading as it is, you do your best to see the positives in the situation. Your mate, nicknamed Chopper, has lots of friends – you guess that’s the best word for it. They love to come over constantly.

Some of them like to tease you, especially on your size. Due to the translator that sits perfectly behind your ear, just below the skin, you are able to understand them. It’s not perfect but gets the job done well enough. In the end though, you didn’t take it to hard, coming to terms that’s how they are. In a strange, nonhuman way, its their way of showing that accept you. A positive in a situation that didn’t start out all that great. But hey, that’s a story for another time.

Currently, you were happily squished between the hard form of Chopper’s legs. His heavy torso was draped over your own, part of his weight put onto you. An arm as contently wrapped around your abdomen, keeping you secure to him. Chopper’s tresses created a curtain on either side of your head, as if narrowing you down to focus on the T.V.

After a few scenes of Po training and the others showing their skills off, Courtin – a new given to him, stood up abruptly. All eyes were on him. You had to draw the curtain of tresses out of your way to see Courtin. A brow was raised by you.

His mandibles chittered with speech. The translator was quick to start up. “These moves, I must learn them! Could aid us when we hunt, brothers,” he rallied his fellow Yautjas to stand up with him. Even, your sweet, dear Chopper took stand with him. You snorted at the declaration. “Ooman, laughs at me. Why? Think we Yautja can not learn these moves from a flick.” It took you a moment to realize what he meant by that last word. Again, not perfect.

“Courtin, it’s not that.” Now, you decide to rise to your feet and crossed yours arms. Before realizing that was a bad idea. Right, different social cues and body language, for the most part. “This movie is aimed for children, unbloodeds. It is meant to be silly and fun,” you explained to him calmly. The worst thing to do to a Yautja in their presence was to offend their pride and skill.

“You are all talented, blooded and whatnot. But these moves aren’t real. It just for the movie to be filled with action and tension.” All of their eyes were set on you.

Courtin stepped forward, enough to feel crowded within the group of eight Yautjas. Despite the fact he and any of the others were young, he still towered over you. Stupidly enough, Courtin leaned down to be level with you, hands grasping his knees. “You say these moves are useless?” he asks for you clarify.

For some reason, you feel a hair on edge. Though, they would never hurt you, per their honor code, it’s hard to forget they are predators. “In all honesty, yes. They are.” His three mandibles tapped against one another. Courtin stood up fully once more.

“Hmphf.” That made him sound so human. Maybe him and the others were learning a few human things from yourself. One could only hope. “Then, must find other media to consume. Ooman, show more.” Always demanding. You believed that was almost all of their species type.

From one rabbit hole to the next and over countless days, everyone – including yourself – believed they had learned enough. From movies. All from movies. Nothing else. Well, your mate and his friends would have a batter advantage than due to the fact they are trained predators. Yet, here you were, in a private kehrite with everyone.

The heat and humidity was killing you without much movement. Yet, when Jqal-od called upon you to step into the ring – one that reminded you of wrestling, you accepted. Though, they were more focused on the fighting parts of the movie… you focused on a different part. Those who were smaller than their enemies. Cliché, yeah. Guess what though, it works.

Not against someone two feet taller and highly trained. In theory, it works.

Jqal-od placed a heavy paw on your shoulder. You returned the gesture. Together, the two of you shook the other. Then, you two stepped a decent distance away from one another. You and him had your gaze set firmly on the other.

Silence entered the ring as everyone quieted down on their own accord. A deep breath filled your lungs with air before slowly exhaling. Jqal-od’s tongue darted out with a flick before hiding away again.

The next moment, the lean, yet clearly trained Yautja pounced like a leopard. Before you had time to react, let alone think of using a move from the movie, he had you simply pinned. Your back to the mate as he straddled your lower torso. One hand held your two high above your head. Even kicking your knees into his back, trying to hit something of importance did nothing. The Yautja barely reacted to the move.

All you could was stare blankly up at him. The Yautja in question leaned down, tresses creating a curtain. His top mandibles twitched. He was smirking in his own way. “What happened, little ooman?” he teased and snickered down at you.

He finally released you from his hold and stood up. With a hand, he held it out to you. You took it. Jqal-od easily tugged you off of the ground and onto your feet. You brushed off the invisible dust on your clothing and walked away to Chopper. Someone else took your place and challenged the Yautja.

“Well, that didn’t go to plan,” you grumbled and rested heavily on one foot, hips jutting at an angle now. Chopper snickered and placed a hand on top of your head. You turned to look up at him from underneath your brows. “What you laughing about?”

The Yautja just shook his head and patted yours with his hand. The two of you watched the scene in front of you unfold, as hilarious as it was. No one knew what they were doing.

[freckled-koi]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓

summary: you've known gojo since your training days at jujutsu tech. you were inseparable - as thick as thieves. so, what happened?

pairing: satoru gojo x reader (feat. nanami x reader).

cw: angst, emotional manipulation / mental spiral, mature themes. 18+ / minors dni.

wc: 3k+.

a/n: second chapter is now up! this is starting to become more of a slowburn of a fanfic, and honestly? i can dig with that as long as you can. <3 please enjoy!

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highly suggest reading chapter 001. first! you can also read it here on ao3!

“When did you pick that up?”

You’re caught by surprise by the low purr of a voice filled with curiousness, snapping your head in the direction of it. You were in the middle of lighting the cigarette dangling from your lips, the fire from the lighter going out when you released the mechanism. You were just alone standing by yourself outside of school, not expecting to run into anyone in particular.

“Don’t tell me hanging around Shoko is rubbing off on you..” The man sighs, amusingly hopeless at his own words. Your eyes scan over his much sharper features all the way up to his jet black tresses tied back into a bun to keep the longer strands away from his face and down his back.

You always found it a shame he never cared for his hair down that much. It framed his face better.

All you do is let out a light laugh, shrugging your shoulders as you pluck the cigarette from between your tiers to speak. 

“Shoko and I bum off each other’s smokes whenever we hang out,” You try to become a voice of reason, but you realize it’s not going to do much when you see a flicker of disbelief on the man’s features.

“Don’t tell me you rag on Shoko for smoking, Suguru.”

“Even if I did, she would still do it–”

“Which is why, I’m going to continue doing it~ It helps.”

Suguru Geto doesn’t protest it, knowing he wouldn’t win the war on what was healthily correct for you. All he does is manage a smile, taking a small glance around their surroundings.

It was a bad habit you would dabble in for quite some time, but coming to Jujutsu Tech, you started doing it much more. You even found a small bond with Shoko one night after a stressful trial assignment when you were just a newbie sorcerer. She caught you whipping out a pack you rifled through your bag to find and asked to have one.

You sort of found comfort in doing it more than ever.

Maybe it was a bad way to manage coping with stress, but old habits will die hard.

You sigh after taking a moment to debate, eventually tucking the unlit cigarette back into its packaging and store it away into your bag. Smoking could wait until you were back at home.

Golden hour was upon them when you stand with Geto, glancing back at him as he’s found meeting your gaze. The hues over his skin made him stand like a god, it was almost sickening how pretty someone was without even trying. Although, there were signs of distress under his eyes that you were suspicious about. He looked.. Worn. As if sleep wasn’t something he was getting much of late.

“Are you waiting on Satoru?” 

“Not quite.. I just so happened to begin my route home and just caught sight of you.”

There’s a quirk in your brow to his words, an amused expression crossing Geto’s features when he looks at you with a quiet laugh leaving him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

You shrug.

“Usually you’d be the one walking home with him.”

All Geto does is shrug off the statement, a smile still gracing his lips.

“He’s got his own thing going on.”

“Like you do?” You ask with jest in your tone. It was only meant to be as a way to poke at Geto, but there’s a flicker of an emotion in his eyes that didn’t match the way his lips were still tugged into that signature smile of his. As if, to mask whatever emotion he was holding back.

“Yeah. I got my own thing going on.”

“Oi!” 

The both of you break eye contact to see the taller white haired boy jogging over from afar, shades shimmering and gold reflecting off of them. It’s then that you see Suguru beginning to turn away, fixing the bag on his shoulders. 

“That’s my cue to leave–”

“You’re not sticking around?” Your brows twitch together, staring after the other just as he slows in his steps by your words.

Geto is hesitant to reply, only giving you a small raise of his hand.

“Catch you later, Y/N.” He says his departing words with a care you knew was genuine, but it did nothing but cause a small dip in your stomach to it.

All you do is watch as Geto grows further and further away with you, the white haired boy now caught up completely to where you stand.

“Hey, ready to go?”

The question is almost muffled to you, hardly tearing you away from your gaze settled on Geto. You couldn’t help the idle pondering of what was just going on with him. It was highly unlikely that he wouldn’t stick around to chat with Gojo, because he was always around Gojo. So, what changed?

“Y/N?” It’s when Gojo says your name that you break away from your thoughts, turning your head to look up at him and he has that feigned innocent expression on his features you’ve only seen a small handful of times.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said~, are you ready to go?”

“Oh, right– Yeah.”

You’d push it back to your mind to think on later. Gojo had been begging you to come back to his place to hang out, to watch the latest cheesy rom-com that he had been blabbering about for the longest time and wouldn’t stop until you caved to accompany him.

It’s then that you two start to walk together side by side, drawing your lips inward in thought before your gaze returns back up to the other. You tried pushing it to the back of your mind, but your curiosity gets the best of you.

“Is he doing okay?”

“Who?”

“Satoru, you can’t be serious.” You sigh hopelessly. 

All he can muster is a sheepish laugh, his arm swinging around the space between your arm and shoulder to draw you close to his side. The affection wasn’t too unfamiliar, having a knack for breaking that personal bubble of yours just to be handsy. You were sure his love language was physical touch.

“Suguru’s fine~ I speak to him in passing when you’re not around, you know,”

“Hm..” You exhale a soft hum with the concern still written on your features.

“He really is fine. I try to check in on him, but we’re always off doing our own assignments these days anyway.”

It wasn’t reassuring in the slightest, the way Gojo spoke, but you decide that it was best to drop the topic at hand before he got riled up. Maybe you’d try and catch Geto at the right time and place for a chat the next time you crossed his path.

Your head tilts a bit to get a better look at Gojo when you walk and he meets your gaze, trying to look past his dark shades with a playful grimace.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you always have to cling onto me like this?” You joke, but you don’t pry yourself away from his side at all. Even with what happened moments ago, Gojo’s body was like an anchor for you to ease your nerves – no matter how many times he stepped on them for fun.

It only brings a sly grin stretching over his lips as he leans down some to rest his head on top of yours, rubbing his face into your hair like a cat.

“Aww, but you like it, don’t you, Y/N~? A handsome guy like myself being all over you~”

“Ugh–” You snicker just before you’re pressing your palm to his side to give the both of you some distance, playfully gagging to the way he speaks. “You’re literally disgusting.”

“Oh, come on~” Gojo whines, reaching to draw you back to his side and place his arm back where it laid.

“You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you to be the American movie watcher type.”

You comment just as you’re taking a sip from the mug of black tea you found in the kitchen after you changed into the loungewear you had packed for your stay, idly twirling the tea bag string with your finger as you watched him set-up the television from the sofa. 

Gojo stands proud and tall, the DVD he was flopping around in his hold now on his finger as he grins in your direction, even going as far as showing off, using his Infinite to make it hover.

“I’ve been dabbling here and there into American movies, so I can’t help but have a growing obsession over them~ Don’t have to understand the language to enjoy something great,” He laughs and that just makes your lips quirk up into a smile.

You find his childish excitement rather endearing. The moment he catches your smile, he pauses and allows the disk to fall flat into his palm and he’s turning to place it into the player.

“Plus, subtitles exist.”

The comment makes you snort softly, taking a careful sip from your tea just as you set the top of the mug onto your thigh. 

Gojo and you would do this often. You’d kick back at his place on a Friday night watching a numerous amount of films since you both were big time cinephiles. He had a guest room always made up for you, so you didn’t have to worry about the time getting away from you and beating the clock past curfew to get home. 

Most of the time it was horror movies, other times it was action and adventure. The films you indulged in with Gojo were a variety, but the romance comedy ones were new for you. Not that you’ve never seen one, you just didn’t find any interest in them until Gojo was practically on his hands and knees to have you sit in on one with him. 

After he places the disk into the player, passing through trailers you both didn’t care much for, the movie is now playing on the screen and he moves to join you on the sofa.

Usually, he would be a cushion over, but he’s placed himself close to you this time.

Odd.

You don’t think twice about it.

His arm settles onto the back rest of the sofa right behind you, leg propped up onto his knee away from you. Your legs were crisscrossed into a more comfortable position, allowing your attention to be directed towards the screen. 

The plot was easy to understand from the get-go. Two women hardly enjoying their places in life, their resided homes across the world, so they switch homes for a little vacation. The brother of one meets the girl staying in the one woman’s little English cottage, while the other meets a complete stranger that knows how to produce music in the other’s mansion.

The two of you share a laugh at some parts, Gojo making idle comments out loud to you and to mostly himself throughout the middle of the film.

It was a traditional, corny romance movie – something you weren’t incredibly surprised by. The build up of the lingering romance between the two couples were clearly enamoring, so you’re definitely surprised with yourself when you’re so focused on the film.

You feel a subtle brush in your tresses near your shoulder that causes a small shudder that crawls up your neck. Thank God you knew how to use your peripherals so you didn’t have to turn your head to look, catching Gojo still facing towards the screen with his features lit up by the television screen that shapes his side profile. The expression he wears is soft, and it’s an expression you haven’t familiarized yourself with since getting to know Gojo.

You knew more than the average acquaintance, but not in the similar manner as he was with Geto or Shoko.

The brush of fingertips graze along your shoulder through your crewneck, dragging up over the neckline, playing right at the hem where fabric ended and your flesh began.

What is he doing? 

Maybe it was just a mindless thing he caught himself doing. It doesn’t help that the goosebumps are beginning to form underneath your sweater, gripping the now lukewarm mug you were clinging onto during the movie.

You can hardly pay attention to the movie now, a little distracted but you remain strong and a little still, wondering what he was going to do next. 

However, Gojo doesn’t really go any farther past the neckline, even taking pauses in his movements. It’s when you catch the pause that your head subconsciously turns a centimeter, and his eyes immediately flit to lock with your gaze.

He smiles and it’s one of the warmest smiles he’s worn, making your throat grow tight. 

“.. Are you enjoying it?” Gojo says gently.

“Oh— Yeah, it’s pretty good so far..” 

“See? I’m never wrong about these things~”

You quietly laugh, grinning now by the comment just as a few strands of hair fall past your face that were tucked loosely behind your ear. His hand resting near your shoulder lifts to bring over to neatly, delicately tuck them back into place. The subtle graze of his fingertips at your skin burns and you’re not sure if it’s because of how intimate the touch is or the contrast of his cool fingers on your gradually reddening skin. But he’s never gone as far as to do that.

Sure, he’d cling to you and rub his face on your shoulder, your head, but it was all just playful.

This wasn’t playful.

The only thing that fills the quiet between you two is the dialogue and musical score emanating from the television. Gojo’s attention wasn’t going back to the movie, and strangely, neither was yours. As if you both were wanting to say something, but nothing was coming to fruition.

Gojo is the first to break the silence.

“What are you so pretty for~?” He purrs. 

It sounds so sickly sweet and makes a wave of warmth wash over you. 

It’s hard to formulate words when he’s hardly doing a damn thing, and why it was affecting you now was beyond you.

All you manage is a roll of your eyes, head turning to face back towards the television.

“Oh, now you’re complimenting me?” You say in amusement.

“Hey,” Gojo’s hand reaches over to take your chin with his thumb and forefinger to guide your face back. You’re completely doe-eyed when you're brought back to fix your gaze onto his piercing blue set, his own lids low. “I wasn’t done looking.”

“Y- You see me every day, Satoru.”

“Mnn~.. Not like this though.” You didn’t realize it, but when he took hold of your chin, he closed the proximity between both of your bodies, just where his thigh just barely pressed to your own, hardly giving the both of you that space.

The position he put you in was making your heart race.

“Satoru..” You repeat his name again softly, and he sighs to that.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

Gojo’s lips quirk up into a gentle smile, the pad of his thumb brushing along the curve of your chin before it lifts to just barely touch the bottom of your lip.

“I want to try something with you.”

You feel that surge of warmth run through you again because you knew where this was going just based on the hold and the way his thumb runs delicately over your lower tier; How he looks at you – how close he was to you. It makes your stomach twist, your shoulders tense up. Hell, the idle thought of doing those sorts of things with Gojo was just a fleeting, intrusive thought all on its own, and you never really thought you or him would actually act on them. There were moments where those fleeting touches and catching each other’s gaze would make you feel some type of way. Maybe even the times where he was clinging onto you and pulling you in close too, but it was nothing you dwelled on for too long.

Gojo and you were just friends. Friends don’t do those sorts of things. 

You’re hanging onto his words now, the movie now long forgotten and only becomes background noise at this point in time. You can’t even seem to give a response to his words and it only makes him quietly snicker to it.

Gojo shifts, closing that proximity between the two of you and only leaving just mere centimeters of your frame to his, guiding you by your chin and your body willingly follows suit. 

“If it doesn’t work, I won’t do it again.” 

It’s the last thing he says just before he’s leaning in, your eyes fall shut because staring at him with that doe-eyed look you were getting accustomed to was crazy. The hands around the mug are tight, you almost could break the glass if you squeezed it any tighter. It’s then that Gojo completes his goal of making sure there was no room left between the two of you, his lips finding purchase on your own in a slow kiss. 

It’s so warm and delicate, mindlessly melting into just how much he’s drawing you in by it. You never thought this was how it would feel to kiss Gojo. Maybe it was entertained in your mind for much longer than you would admit – you felt it would be the type to rush, sticking his tongue down someone’s throat in the heat of the moment, but he was taking his time. The palm of his hand slides with ease to cradle the side of your face now, thumb dragging over the apple of your flushed cheek just as his lips part to take it a step further, almost as if he was deepening the kiss and your own couplets follow.

What am I doing?

There’s a sliver of realization that comes back to you and your eyes flutter back open, retracting from the kiss with a soft sound. Your eyes meet with Gojo’s piercingly blue orbs, almost a little surprised by how short the lip lock was between you two.

“I– I have to use the bathroom–” You quickly declare, and you only can remember the small flicker of confusion crossing Gojo’s expression just as you scramble to set the mug on the coffee table.

You feel you grasp at your hand, stopping you from moving any further from your place near the sofa. You snap your head towards Gojo’s hand holding yours before they reach his eyes again. There’s a clear look of surprise on your features to him grabbing you. Didn’t he say if it didn’t work out, he wouldn’t do it again?

“Wait, Y/N–”

“Just– Just give me a second.” You say firmly and Gojo takes that as a sure sign to back off, allowing you to push off his hand as he slumps back into the sofa and you make your way to the bathroom just around the corner.

Locking the door behind you, you finally sigh out as if you were holding your breath the entire time. Your hands come up to push at your tresses, doing a small pace in the minimal space of the bathroom. 

“What the fuck.. What the fuck.” Your hands come up to shield your face as you stop in front of the sink, having to just replay what just happened. Was he doing that just to fuck with you? Maybe entertain something and go beyond just kissing, to get you to do more? Did he mean to do any of that? Hell, you must’ve had his attention with how much time you both had spent around each other and him doing this was more than clear. 

It was all way too overwhelming and confusing for you to process, hands now bracing the edge of the sink after reaching to turn the faucet on. Your eyes linger on your reflection in the mirror, staring over the flush on your cheeks and how widely blown your eyes were, brows knitted together in frustration. 

Gojo put you in such a vulnerable state, it was almost becoming uncomfortable the more you thought about it. You bring your lips inward, fixing your posture as you bring a hand to your lips to touch. The kiss was.. Lovely, but.. You were wishing you were more mentally prepared before he decided to just ‘try something’ with you.

After a while longer, you come out of the bathroom. It was quiet for the most part, figuring he must have paused the movie after you left. 

You return to the room and you see Gojo is still seated, one arm over the back of the sofa while the other is propped up on the arm of it, hand balled up and resting his chin there. He switched positions, being at the very end of the couch.

It’s when he feels your presence, he turns his head back to you, facial features relaxed as he stares over your frame.

The both of you are so quiet, you don’t even know what to say to him before you’re walking back over. This time, you seat yourself at the opposite end of the sofa, and he watches you as you move.

You break the silence first.

“Can we.. finish the movie?”

You request with a hesitance in your tone, bringing your legs back up to crisscross back into their original position and all Gojo does is nod once and he’s hitting play on the remote.

Both of you sit in an awkward silence, hardly even responding to the movie’s plot and reveling in the moment you both shared not even minutes ago.

Both of the girl’s get the guys they weren’t hoping to find in the film.

The hands resting on one another in your lap tightens to that.

[multifandommilfs]

To Pillow the Fall

Pairing: Sonya Paxton x reader

Wc: 1505

Summary: your friendship with Sonya takes a turn when everything falls apart

A/n: this is based on S11 E4 "Hammered" I totally did not stew on this fic for a whole week because for reasons unknown, it was the hardest to write. My brain is in need of some easy fluff after this.

Tw: drinking, a dash of angst w happy ending :D

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Sonya knew she was done for when the judge ordered Olivia's testimony and the breathalyser to be brought into court. The former to testify Sonya's story about being 45 minutes late—burning the midnight oil to work the case and Olivia's witness statement. The latter to certify her soberiety which was easily a down-the-drain goer. Yesterday's mistrial hung over her face like a surgery and the liquor was the anesthesia. It was needed.

 

When the drunkard defendant called her bluff for not drinking, the heat of embarrassment that should've washed up her face twisted deep down into her stomach. Yet she could do nothing but call up Olivia and strain her tears back to grapple with the last of her image. She knew what was coming.

 

'Hammered A.D.A. says alcoholism is not a disease' headlined in bold fonts on Page Six. Doozer or Boozer?

 

The media would make a party out of the end of her career. She took in her lower lip to keep it from trembling at the thought, but the liquor warped her sense of strength and a metallic taste of blood spilled into her mouth. She pressed her shaky fingertips against the cut at her lip file but missed a tear that escaped when the courtroom doors clapped open, immediately turning a crowd of impatient heads.

 

Sonya couldn't have been more grateful for the interruption in the silence when it broke the judge's heavy brooding at her, Olivia now taking the brunt of the judge's glare.

 

"Where would you like me to administer the test, your honour? Right at the defence table?" Olivia said so simply like she was sure they were headed for a landslide win with the defendant drunk during trial.

 

"Unfortunately, the prosecution." The judge said with distaste. The way Olivia's face fell in that same beat as she spun over to face Sonya would've been utterly priceless on the defendant, yet was irreversibly humiliating on hers.

 

Sonya was a breadth away from collapsing when Olivia escorted her out of court like she hadn't years of prosecuting experience on her belt, not even with the plain courtesy of letting her retrieve her shoulder bag and case files.

 

"I got it." She snapped, eyes glaring when Olivia tried to provide her stability. "I got it." She snatched her arm from Olivia's grasp when another attempt was made to console. 

 

They stepped out of the courthouse, Sonya a few strides ahead of Olivia, heels sharp upon the concrete stairs that were her scapegoat. Despite her raised shoulders, her gaze was cast down, face hidden behind tresses of hair.

 

"Sonya I'm sorry!" Olivia shielded the day's stark yellow with an open palm as she rushed down the steps. She watched as Sonya's gait wavered to a standstill at the bottom of the courthouse.

 

Sonya whipped over, hair blowing over her shoulder, her irises flared sharply into Olivia's, her posture swayed and Olivia had a frenzied thought about whether the woman before her was going to fall. "What? You've never felt so helpless with me so you decide to help the judge? Show who's boss?" The laugh Sonya forced out was stiff.

 

She took calculated steps towards the detective. "And you decide that it isn't enough so you bring the only person I have into this." Sonya's words bit but Olivia's lips parted in tremendous surprise.

 

Because the only person behind Sonya and herself was you, idle by the NYPD car.

 

"Look, Sonya I didn't know-" Olivia held her hands aloft, like approaching a perpetrator. But she didn't need to go far because Sonya was already advancing towards her with bloodshot eyes and a fury to strike.

 

"Then why is she here?" Her tone lacked her usual edge, it quavered and all of a sudden, her eyes gleamed with hot tears.

 

You'd been Olivia's ride to the courthouse but hadn't the chance to attend the trial before Stabler dialled you with new victims to another case. Standing there, your expression was tinged with concern as your eyes darted between the two of them, landing mainly on Olivia in an unspoken question. She let out a yielding breath but was cut off before she could clear up the misunderstanding.

 

"Hear this Olivia, I don't know what you're trying to do," Sonya cut through, glaring harder than the sunlight in Olivia's face. "But I'm the one calling the shots and you're the one drinking it." She spat, her height proved advantageous in intimidation. The streaked mascara and sharp-edged shadow beneath her cheekbone rendering her even more unnerving.

 

But underneath that façade, Olivia saw a frazzled woman grappling for the last bit of control and so chose to clench her jaw in silence.

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Sonya had lashed out to Olivia after catching your eye. Olivia had stayed in silence which was a whole one-eighty from the detective who always pushed victims to testify against their offenders.

 

You had half a mind to break off their altercation until you caught Olivia's gesture to not intervene—her splayed palm by her side. She didn't want you to get involved more than you already were, the altercation was a breath away from combusting.

 

Then Sonya whirled back down the steps and to you, her gaze made feral by her blotchy makeup was alarming in the least. She had never lost composure, not in public with her being an ADA. You met her a distance away from the NYPD car, with questions on the tip of your tongue and nausea churning in your mouth from worry.

 

You could hardly get out half a syllable before she collapsed onto you, full force and all weight, a sob rushing past your ear. Your timely dodge sent your neck over her shoulder which gave you a straight view of Olivia instead of crushing your vision into her chest. You couldn't help the glare that surfaced despite your lack of knowledge of the situation. It wasn't fair, but Sonya was the one crumpling and Olivia was the one standing. The stink of booze that pervaded your senses was futile with any sort of elucidation.

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The air conditioning was vain in clearing the uneasy atmosphere within the squad car. Despite being trained to counter these sorts of situations, you with unbudging criminals and her against the defence. There was a difference between work and life which was usually messier than what you'd like.

 

"There's a restaurant 'round the corner. Could you drop me off?" She broke the silence and you glanced at her. The sight of her streaked mascara and red-brimmed eyes caused a clench in your chest. You relented despite your gut telling you otherwise.

 

The bell clinked, announcing your presence in the establishment. She ordered a couple shots as you watched her warily, thinking back to the stink of booze when she lunged for you, wondering if they were related at all.

 

She sank into her seat under your unintentional scrutiny, the preamble of the mess lingering on the tip of her tongue, knowing you would find out sooner or later anyway. The shot of liquor splashed against the back of her throat, burning away her embarrassment about the matter, unravelling her court-confidence before she faced you. "I totally screwed up." The drink allowed her a laugh as your frown deepened at her reaction to a severe mishap.

 

"There were two 3D recreations of the murder. One without the defendant's face in it and another with it, which was only meant to-" she sucked in a trembling breath, like reality seeping through the drunken haze. "Trigger his memory. Not to be played during trial." She gave out a watery laugh and slipped her eyes shut for a brief second, regaining her smile.

 

"I played the wrong tape." She shrugged and threw back another drink, wincing and chuckling. Her hand rose from the booth, about to call the waiter for shots when you grasped her wrist to refrain her from doing so. She tore herself out of your grasp. "Let me drink won't you? I've got a court-ordered rehab coming my way."

 

"What?" You whispered harshly. "That's exactly why you're not supposed to be drinking!"

 

"I'm fine." She snarked but you were past your point of letting everything slide, whipping out your handcuffs. "You either come with me right now or I'll have to drag you out." She stilled, her eyes a beat too slow in finding yours. "Fine." You stood up from the booth as she did, your head ducked to the side as you pocketed the cuffs.

 

"For the record-" she said and you looked up. "This never happened." Before you could answer her, she slugged you towards her, lips on yours in a hot second and parted just as fast. You stared at her, bewildered, you could still feel the texture of her lips pressing against yours, your mind running amok.

 

"I'll wave down a cab." She started, but you beat her to it. "No, I'm driving and.." you trailed off, heat settling on your face. "We have some things to talk about."

[clankrnernes]

[inklingofinspiration]

a gradum ad lumen - part 1 .

decided to post the first chapter to the Maze Runner fanfic I discussed earlier, I thought it would be a good way to ease back into things after my prolonged absence.  hope you all enjoy, please contact me if you have any specific requests for the series and let me know what you think!  ending is also a bit rushed, because i was super excited to get this posted for you guys, but i already have the second chapter in the works.

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Word count: 2.1k!

Warnings : general TMR TWS; blood, slight gore, disturbing ideas / images, and depicted injuries.

Pronouns used: they/them – gender-neutral.

Prompt(s) used: “Who knows.  Maybe we’ve actually made it out of this hellhole after all.”

Pairing: TMR x GN!Reader.

A/N: just one; i imagined reader had a slight british accent when writing this, but feel free to think otherwise!!  this is also open to any skin tones, body sizes, etc.  i believe in inclusion to the fullest, and plan to make a few fanfics w/ a practising muslim reader in the future; lmk if you have any ideas! 

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Staying out in the Maze was likely a dumb idea, especially with the ever-present thought of the fact that the Doors were bound to close at any minute pounding at the back of your head.

Nevertheless, your eyes were fixated on the sight in front of you, hands on your hips as e/c irises took in the thick vines that were rooted into the cracks lining the stone floor and stretched as far as the eye could see up the surrounding walls.  Your hand reached up to thread through h/c coloured tresses, thoughts bumbling about your head in an analytical manner. 

E/c coloured eyes moved after the beetle-blade, the metal, bug-like machine chittering as its red-light flicked across the wall it was scampering along before pausing.  Almost as though it sensed your presence, the thing’s head turned to you, camera staring right back at you as it focused on the stationary Glader.  You took a challenging stride toward it, surprised by the fact that it didn’t even move, the step bearing an experimental trial as well as it encouraged them onward.  You were quick to take advantage of the situation, leaping after the machine and closing the few metres of distance between you and the beetle blade in the process.  

Unfortunately, the sudden movement on your end had sent the beetle-blade shooting further along the wall, bee-lining it straight for a crack in the stone that it would just barely manage to fit into.  However, after months of trying to catch one of the blasted things, you’d come to learn a trick or two.  You kicked off the ground, clearly determined to finally get your hands on one of the rutting machines even if it meant having to risk the slight detour from heading back to the Glade.  

You swiftly scaled among the vines, arm shooting above head as your fingertips came to wrap around one of its legs just as the machine made to disappear.  Triumph shot through you as you were about to yank the thing back and disarm it, focused solely on the task at hand when a swift shout that consisted purely of  your name halted everything and sent them tumbling backwards when your single-handed grip on the vines jerked loose in surprise.

Your ankle, however, was more reluctant to follow, remaining  entangled amongst the vines, a sharp jerk sending jolts of pain through your leg the minute your back slammed against the hard, unforgiving floor.  The pain flared, your vision swaying as your eyes flicked to the shoes of the now approaching figure, clearly not pleased with the situation in the slightest as a frustrated and slightly pained groan drew past your lips.  Your thoughts of irritated agony echoed the emotion vividly as you practically felt  the bruises forming along your ankle, only to be interrupted by the same person who had caused you to lose your balance in the first place, a teasing lilt now lacing the newcomer’s voice, which you could easily pinpoint as Minho, 

“Man, I knew you liked me, but I didn’t realise you’d be throwing yourself at my feet the minute you heard me.  Not that I can blame you, I am pretty hot,”  Came his playful words, causing you to set your  jaw in an exasperated grimace before snapping a response. 

“Slim it, before it’s your ankle getting broken, shank,”  You growled, accent heavy and thick in their unpleasant predicament.  You took note of the airy laugh their running partner allowed to bubble past him before crouching beside you and gently unwinding the shrubbery the held them captive, leaving you to wince as your leg dropped to the floor alongside your other leg with a harsh ���thump’.  “Bloody hell, that hurts like a fucking��,”

“Woah there, you think Newt’d approve of that kind of language?”  Minho snickered from somewhere behind you, the volume of his laughter only rising as you tilted your head back to shoot him the best glare you could muster from the ground.  After a few beats, he finally stifled the rest of his bemused sounds, eyes flicking from your haphazard position and back to your eyes that strained to keep pace with his own before he rolled his eyes and crouched down to offer you a hand up. 

You were rolling onto your stomach in an instant, gingerly twisting your aching leg a moment later with great care as to not let it snag in the chipped concrete floor before you flung your hand into Minho’s outstretched one while huffing a begrudging sigh.  His grip was cold and assuaging in contrast to your heated and unpleasant grasp from being pressed against the Maze’s floor, you noted in the fleeting moment in which your eyes met once more, only for you to bite back a bark of pain as you attempted to settle a sliver of weight onto your leg.  Had it not been for the Keeper’s firm grasp on you, you would have stumbled right back to the ground and likely been left there had he not shown up in the first place, but he offered a teasing scoff instead and slung your hand that was already in his own gloved one across his shoulders.  You obliged with his actions gratefully, almost gasping in relief as you felt the crushing weight alleviated from your injured leg, and began stumbling alongside Minho as he set a rather swift pace that you struggled to keep up with, considering you were only left with only one good leg.  

“Keep up or we might as well roll out a picnic blanket and wait for the Grievers to come and enjoy the quick meal we’d make for them,”  He managed after you stumbled for the nth time, his breathing clearly heavy, and the signs of strain obvious, but he didn’t so much as falter as he continued practically dragging you in the direction of the East Doors.  You couldn’t help but cast a partially distressed glance in his direction, feeling nothing but sorrow at the unnecessary weight you were forcing him to bear, but you knew that he would only tighten his grip on you if you tried to manage without him, so it was a losing game either way.  You cast a final glance his way, but he seemed to catch notice of your lingering stare in his peripheral vision, not even fully turning his head as his mahogany irises focused on the twisting corner wreathed with thickly woven vines just up ahead.  “What’re you lookin’ at, shank?”

You pushed off the ground with your good leg, springing forward and stumbling a few steps as Minho matched strides with you, huffing your response between focused breaths and sighs,  “Nothing.  Uh –,”  you panted softly, sweat beading on your forehead as you continued to manage single steps in the time Minho made three paced strides.  “ – anything planned for tonight?” 

The two of you rounded the corner and you could practically feel your running partner quaver in relief, his response breathless but audible as the two of you attempted to hurry through the homestretch. 

“A big plate of whatever crap Frypan has cooked and a warm shower to rest my weary bones.”

You were about to scoff a laugh the moment you cleared the Doors, already shouldering him with an eye roll and a witty quip soon to follow, when someone called out to you and Minho.  Both your heads turned in unison, your steady steps pausing as his arm fell to your waist to hold you steady, and a beaming smile instantly made way through your exasperated frown as you caught sight of Chuck ambling straight for you, Newt trotting not far behind.  

“What happened?  You guys were out for like, two hours longer than usual!”  The younger boy exclaimed as he approached, finally taking in the sight of you leaning against Minho and his arm around your form before he gagged and darted away.  “Get a room!”

You choked a surprised laugh at the suddenness of Chuck’s joke, watching his retreating figure stick out his tongue at Minho’s irritated expression, which made him look as though he was about to go after him had it not been for Newt’s prompt arrival.  You greeted him with a soft “hey” and the same smile that had been present for the short period of time you had to talk to Chuck, which the blonde seemed to eagerly return, nodding at Minho and taking in the closeness between the two of you.   

“You two had an eventful evening, huh?”  There was no malice in his voice, merely just an amusingly intrigued tone to his words as he gestured to Minho’s gentle hold on your waist, which made you fumble over your words momentarily, rapidly moving to explain the situation as your hands flicked subconsciously along with your rushed train of thought.

“Oh, uh, Minho distracted me whilst I was trying to grab a beetle-blade, and I ended up falling.  Blew my bloody ankle, it seems,”  You gesticulated to the obviously sparse pressure you were putting on your leg with a slightly nervous laugh as Newt cracked into a brighter grin.  

“It was your fault,”  Came Minho’s facetious remark before he cursed under his breath suddenly and knocked your shoulder.  “Since you’re too busy chattin’ up a storm, I’m gonna have to do the maps, aren’t I.” 

It was the second in command’s turn to scoff lightly  and wave a dismissive hand in the Asian’s direction. 

“Consider it an order.” 

“The things I do for you shanks.” 

“Yeah, a bloody hard life you have, shank,”  Newt mused, his smile never once faltering before his eyes finally strayed back to you.  “I’ll get Jack or Clint over, see what they can do in the meanwhile.  Probably just needs to keep off it for a while, take it easy.”  

“Ay, ay,”  He quipped, a lazy, two fingered salute his makeshift form of a farewell, quick to turn on his heel after his fingertips tapped your shoulder in a reassuring manner before he jogged off in the direction of the Map Room, leaving you and Newt to your devices.  

The two of you immediately fell into a bout of comfortable silence as he slowly edged toward you, taking Minho’s place at your side and slipping an arm across your shoulders before looking to you for silent confirmation to begin guiding you to the Medjack hut.  You nodded easily, instantly finding a compromised speed to limp alongside Newt, your own arm settled just under his shoulder blades as you both made your way across the Glade with the sun fully beginning to set behind you.  

“So,”  He began after a moment, doe eyes fixated wholly on you as you carefully navigated through the swishing grass.  Gladers were bustling about the expansive courtyard, some carrying plates loaded with food while Builders wrapped up the day, Gally’s shouting fit heard even from the distance you and Newt were as he ordered the others around.  “You ready for tomorrow?” 

Your head perked up in curiosity, brow furrowing as you called upon even the slightest memory to recall what was supposed to be taking place the next day, finding rather quickly that you wouldn’t be able to.  You offered te blonde a confused look as you continued to keep pace with him as best you could, only stumbling every few feet or so now that you were walking across the even terrain of the grass-laden field.  “What’s going on tomorrow?” 

The second in command chuckled, the sound more akin to the shard of a melody plucked out of a long-since-forgotten song, ancient and rich and beautiful as the golden rays of the dissipating light hit the panes of his face and sent the amber tones to his eyes sparking.  It was truly a peaceful moment, one that you found yourself eager to meld into as you laughed alongside him. 

“Greenie day.  I’m surprised you didn’t remember though, you’re usually more on top of it than I am.” 

You hummed.  It was odd, how something so big followed by the most looked forward to night of the month followed right after slipped your mind, but you figured that in combination to the surge of new Runners and having to train them alongside Minho had proved to be a bigger distraction than you had originally though.  So you shrugged, a content sigh tugging at your lips as you leaned into Newt with a nod.

“‘spose so.  Let’s just hope they aren’t another nutjob like Gally.”

[glowingbadger]

birb men birb men birb men!

what about reader initiating courting with reyson accidentally (offering him some food, asking him to dance which could be interpreted as a mating invitation, etc.) and it ends up triggering reyson’s heat which he hasn’t had in a while (by a human too!) so just lots n lots of sexual tension as reyson desperately tries to explain the situation and not die from the hot humiliation (tibarn giving him some oil and winking doesn’t help either) as by heron culture they are essentially married-

Teenage me obsessed with the PoR official art would be so proud that I'm finally writing Reyson fucking

Me: so I finally get to write 'in heat' smut about the heron guy from Path of Radiance Fiance: cool lets watch some heron mating videos for research Takeaways: Herons poof up and display decorative feathers, stretch out their necks, groom each other, play-fight a bit, build a nest and fuck with the male holding the females neck in its beak to steady itself. Cool stuff.

It's interesting thinking of Reyson in this kind of scenario though- on the one hand, Heron Laguz are so demure and reserved generally, but on the other hand, Reyson is canonically pretty feisty for a Heron. Plus, you add the "in heat" element and he's naturally going to be a bit more forward. I dunno, y'all tell me if I got it right lol.

Reyson (FE: PoR/RD) x AFAB Reader

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Heron Laguz biorhythms are a delicate thing, and sexual arousal is a powerful disruptive force. Reyson, true to his kind, is not often subject to such base instincts. Perhaps this is why even he had not expected that you could so easily shake him.

It had started innocuously enough. Reyson's people are not warriors, and so when he happened upon you stretching your body after a routine training session, the sight interpreted itself quite differently to his mind. Every curve looked like an offering, every slow, sensual movement like an invitation. But he halted himself, calming his pounding heart and reminding himself- you are a Beorc. Your ways are not the ways of his people, and this tempting display had a utilitarian purpose far from the flirtation it would be taken as among his own kind. Yet his plight only worsened.

Time passes, and your presence is both a comfort and a trial to the fragile sensibilities of the Heron Prince. The first time you casually brush a hand to his arm to get his attention over a nighttime meal, he nearly freezes up. Worse even, one evening when you reach to him to pluck a stray leaf from the tresses of his hair. He burns bright red, and excuses himself to his tent early that night. Such a brazen overture! That you would so willingly groom him- and in full view of your comrades! What's more, he's certain Tibarn saw, and the last thing Reyson needs is the Hawk King's unsolicited perspective on mating etiquette.

He knows his body is responding to this onslaught of temptation. It's only natural- he has not experienced his Heat for so long, perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that a Beorc is capable of triggering it. Especially when he's allowed himself to become... fond of you. But even Reyson knows that your kind don't experience Heat. He can't possibly approach you about this- no matter how he burns and aches for you. In the solitude of his tent after yet another day's march, he grits his teeth and pleads with his overactive mind to grant him sleep. Restless energy boils in his gut as images of you mewing and sighing beneath him play across his imagination despite his efforts to stifle them. If only you hadn't approached him so brazenly earlier that night... he remembers your words, and he bites back a groan. His cock throbs uncomfortably hard, but he refuses to indulge in base impulse. He simply has to endure this.

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You hesitate at the entrance to Reyson's tent, unsure of how to proceed. There's plenty you still don't fully understand about him and the culture he comes from, but you've gotten to know him well enough to know that he's been strange lately. You'd thought that the two of you had actually gotten... well, at least fairly close- your own persistent and distracting little crush notwithstanding. This sudden distance between you fills your heart with painful anxiety.

Still, if it were only a few awkward conversations with abrupt endings, you wouldn't be seeking him out in the middle of the night. Tibarn had told you that Reyson was unwell, and that you should check on him, which had flooded your mind with concerns. Why you, when there are healers, and those who understand Heron biology better than you do? Why had the Hawk King's demeanor seemed so unconcerned? If anything, his subtle smirk had given the impression of someone enjoying a private joke.

Finally, you take a single deep breath, and begin to part the flap into Reyson's tent.

"Reyson? Are you around? Sorry to bother you so late..."

He breathes out your name and sits upright on his bedroll. You swallow hard and struggle to discipline your line of sight. He wears only close-fitted breeches and an embroidered tunic of a thin and delicate fabric, and so near to him in the privacy of his tent, you're offered a striking view of him. His skin seems flushed to a more ruddy, pinkish tone than usual, especially evident at his lips and the tips of his pointed ears. Those olive green eyes seem more vibrant than you've ever seen them, his gaze arresting, entrancing. You almost don't even notice that, though they're carefully drawn in behind him, his wings seem fuller than usual, as though the feathers have grown thicker and longer somehow.

"What- what are you doing here?" Reyson's tone is harsher than he tends to be with you, and you're reminded of how he used to address all Beorc not long ago. Your face heats up, but you manage,

"I was, uh, just checking on you-"

His brow lowers. Damn the Heron's senses- he can tell you're not being entirely truthful.

"Well, to be honest, Tibarn said-"

"Tibarn," he groans, and hand rubbing irritably at his forehead. Your lips tighten for a moment, then you sigh and say,

"Well, if you're not unwell, can I at least ask why you've been so strange towards me lately?"

You come to sit near him by his bedroll. He instinctively shifts himself an inch or two away from you. Those bright green eyes flicker over you once, then he breathes in deeply.

"Do you recall what you said to me earlier this evening? After... After Leanne and I sang for everyone at the fire."

You frown deeply, and take a moment to recall.

"You mean... about teaching me a song so we could sing together some time? It just seemed like a nice idea- is that a problem?"

Reyson says your name once more, this time low and agitated, and when he meets your eyes, it seems to take all of his focus. His jaw clenches tight, then, he says deliberately,

"Did you truly mean that?"

"Of course I did," you say without a thought. Something about this conversation seems strange, but before you can question him, Reyson leans toward you and presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You inhale sharply, but arousal leaps to life at your core, and you kiss him back with all of the passion he offers. Long fingers weave into your hair, pulling you to him while his tongue parts your lips and you whimper against him. He smells like fresh grass and the clean air of the forest, and for all of his ethereal beauty, the way he's kissing you now is urgent and forceful. You had never once imagined that Reyson could be like this- passionate and direct, spurred on by unrestrained need. You're so swept up in his pace that you almost forget how utterly baffled you are.

By the time you can think enough to speak, his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he leans over you and draws you into deep, erotic kisses one after another. You hadn't even realized your hands had come to cling to the front of his tunic. Still, you force yourself to part from his lips long enough to say,

"Ruh- Reyson, I- what is... all of this?"

His brow creases, his lips hovering not even an inch from yours.

"My Heat," his voice is low but heady, "You have agreed to be my mate, have you not?"

His Heat?! The full weight of the situation suddenly dawns on you. You only know a little about the process, but to your knowledge, Reyson must be in a state of lust-induced agony- one that won't be soothed until it's indulged. No wonder he's been strange lately. At the realization, you immediately feel the wet warmth of your arousal growing between your thighs. Then, his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck, kissing and sucking at sensitive skin. You gasp and arc against him, noting the way his wings flutter in reply.

"Among my tribe," he murmurs, warm breath teasing through your hair, "To request a song with another outside of one's family... it is a clear and direct mating proposition."

Oh Goddess above, you had accidentally asked Reyson to fuck. What's more, your advance had triggered his Heat, and if you agree to as much, he'll take you until his instincts are satisfied. A shiver rushes up your spine, and you gasp his name.

"I... I want it," you whimper into the quiet of his tent, "Let me... take care of you."

He groans- a low, lustful sound you'd never imagined coming from the Heron Prince. Then, the sting of his teeth at your throat sends a jolt through you. Your fingers rake through his hair, your breath coming in shallow, panting whimpers. You're familiar with this too- that Laguz mark their partners before coupling. The very idea that you would wear Prince Reyson's marks for your allies to see for days to come has you squirming in his arms, the ache between your thighs nearly unbearable.

By the time he coaxes you down beneath him on his bedroll, you feel as though you're at the mercy of an angel. Golden hair spills around you as you undress one another between fevered kisses, his wings spread wide and fluttering excitedly. You had never dreamed that Reyson could be so forward- but you suppose that's the effect of his Heat. He needs this.

You gasp as his lips travel down your chest, deep, open-mouthed kisses setting your nerves ablaze. When at last you feel the brush of two slender fingers across the swell of your soaked lower lips, your entire frame tenses, your breath catching audibly.

"Are all Beorc so sensitive?" Reyson says with note of awe in his voice.

"Yes? Maybe? Ohh-!"

His touch presses to you, gliding slick over your hardened clit and sending a trembling rush through you. Already, you're panting and sighing as he teases the stiff little nub, your juices coating the tips of his dexterous fingers. Your thighs tremble- if he doesn't stop, you'll-

Reyson's vibrant eyes seize your gaze and hold.

"You feel ready to take me, and... I am not certain how much longer I can restrain myself," his tone is low and heated. His fingers draw away from you, easing you away from the edge of climax, though something tells you that you won't have to wait long to feel that release.

"I'm ready," you murmur, and you hope you at least sound confident. In truth, you haven't had a clear thought since you entered this tent. Desire superseded reason long ago.

Reyson's hand brushes your cheek, and for a moment, you're surprised at how gentle he is even now.

"Much as I would dearly love to witness your pleasured expressions... the traditional way requires you to turn over."

Your face burns a deep red, and you nod. His hands at your hips encourage you as you turn onto your stomach beneath him, arching your back to angle yourself properly and he positions himself behind you. To your surprise, the next thing you feel is his hand between your shoulder blades. His touch is gentle, contemplative, even. His hand slowly runs down your back, but Reyson doesn't say a word. At first, you think to question him- but some part of you knows why he finds the sight so unusual.

These thoughts evaporate the moment his hands reach your backside and he parts your lower lips before him. Without a word, he presses the hot tip of his manhood to your entrance. You're soaking wet, your slick seeming to welcome him as he steadily pushes into you. Reyson gives a breathy groan of relief as you receive each inch of his cock, squeezing around him perfectly as he drives into you. By the time his pelvis rests against you and he's buried in your drooling hole to the base, you're each panting aloud, sighing happily at the delicious friction of your bodies. You hear his wings ruffle behind you, then feel him lean over you, his chest warm at your back.

"You feel perfect," he says simply. His hips begin to move with a slow, insistent sway, massaging his member into your aching inner walls. The curve of his shaft presses him into you wonderfully, grinding him against a thousand different pleasurable spots as he bucks into you.

"Is... is this really okay? I- I'm... a Beorc..." you're not certain what madness prompts you to ask at this moment, but Reyson nuzzles against the crook of your neck and speaks softly against your skin,

"Herons... are not like the other tribes. Our Heat is not a cycle at set intervals. It is prompted by the courting of a desired partner," you feel him throb, his manhood swelling thicker inside of you as he speaks, "I am not mindlessly attending to my own needs, Y/N. Beorc or not... I want you. Only you."

You gasp out his name and feel your lower muscles clench around him, your climax mounting rapidly. Reyson's pace increases, a hand at your hip keeping you in place as he thrusts into you to the base a bit faster, a bit harder. In the corners of your eyes, you see the dazzling white of his wings fluttering at your sides, surrounding you in a way that feels almost protective. Silky blonde hair cascades down his shoulders and pools on the pillow beside you. Then, sharp pain and pleasure spark at the base of your neck as he presses his lips and teeth to you. You're not certain if this is tradition or raw lust, but evidently, a single mark is not enough to satisfy your mate.

Fists clinging to the blanket beneath you, your thighs begin to tremble, and you wonder if the Herons' unique sense of empathy means that Reyson can feel the full extent of your rapidly building arousal. Perhaps that's why your bodies feel so perfectly in rhythm with one another. His breath comes heavier against your neck, his grip tightening at your hip. Then, his free hand reaches one of yours, lacing his fingers with yours as his pace falters and his thrusts become deep and harsh.

Words have dissolved into gasping moans and grunts. Your love-making is somehow both tender and utterly animalistic, and your eyes threaten to roll back as you near your climax. Then, the hand at your side moves to grab greedily at your ass, spreading you open as Reyson plunges his cock deep inside of you, his thrusts barely pulling out of you like he can't stand to be without your warmth around him for even a moment.

At last, with a final desperate whimper, your body trembles, a tingling rush moving through you as the tension in your core releases and you cum around your lover's cock. It's an overwhelming, dizzying sensation, yet before you've ridden out the length of your own climax, Reyson lets out a groan against your ear that somehow feels more potent than any galdr. His cock twitches, then throbs powerfully as his own release begins to pour into you. He says something in his native tongue- something beautiful and entirely incomprehensible to you- but the passion in his voice is near musical. As the final throes of his orgasm subside, he exhales, his body relaxing around you as you both catch your breath.

Reyson carefully pulls himself from your soaking wet warmth, and runs an admiring hand up your back. His voice still recovering from the strain, he softly says,

"If it would please you, I am willing to try it in the style of the Beorc next- you may lay on your back and face me, if you like."

You half-turn towards him and look up at him with eyebrows raised.

"You- you can go again already?"

Reyson frowns, seeming not to comprehend your surprise. Drawing down to you once more, he caresses your cheek and murmurs,

"Have Beorc lovers truly left you so neglected?"

Yet even as he speaks, he's already urging you fully onto your back so he can press slow, luxurious kisses down your chest. Reyson guides your thighs around his hips, then allows his hands to wander freely while his lips worship your breasts. Heat rises rapidly to your face once more, and between sighs of pleasure, you murmur,

"I think it's more that a Laguz in Heat is a completely different level..."

[mianavs]

making amends

part 10 of Cathexis

a/n: relationship development...and that’s pretty much it. currently planning the next arc that’ll include a troupe of characters

wc: 2.1k+

Cathexis 

No matter how many ways you looked at it, Hisoka had once again manipulated you into meeting him using Illumi as an excuse. The only difference now was that you knew more about him than you had during your encounter in Swardani and wouldn’t make the same mistake twice—or at least that’s what you told yourself during your flight to Heaven’s Arena.

After hours of fighting the urge, you pulled out your phone and reread the message he’d sent you.

[Come to Heaven’s Arena and I’ll let Illumi know that you want to meet with him ♥]

Unbidden memories of your night with Hisoka came to mind. The pleasure and pain he gave you. The heat during your coupling and coldness afterwards. The logic-defying lust and numb detachment. The conflicting emotions of that night mirrored your relationship with the magician—you knew he was dangerous yet you couldn’t stay away.

You put your phone away and with it any lingering thoughts on Hisoka to direct your focus on the purpose behind your trip—apologizing to Illumi.

Of course, you didn’t have to apologize to him since he was completely oblivious to your falling out with your brother, but you needed to rid yourself of the guilt you felt when his face came to mind. In addition to eliminating your guilt, the apology would serve as proof of your differences; you were open-minded and understanding whereas Illumi was stubborn and cold. That was the logic behind your reasoning yet the possibility of you two bonding over your similar situations crossed your mind throughout the remainder of your flight.

The glaring lights of Heaven’s Arena against the dark backdrop of the night sky guided you to the tall building where you had first met Hisoka a couple of months ago. You couldn’t believe how naïve you’d been at the time, treating your investigation on Illumi as a hobby when in reality your connection with him went back two generations with your grandfather and Zeno Zoldyck. Yet despite the anger and frustration over the situation, your relationship with Illumi deepened to the point that you thought about him from time to time and forced yourself to travel to a different continent just to meet with him.

The arena was as busy as ever with fighters and spectators alike crowding the hallways, restaurants, and shops. It had once been a place that filled you with excitement but now only reminded you of the fateful encounter that changed your life—whether it’d been for better or worse you couldn’t exactly say.

Upon getting off the elevator on Hisoka’s floor, you made your way towards his suite number when you saw a short pink-haired woman with a sack slung over her shoulder exit a room. For whatever reason, you suspected the room she’d left was Hisoka’s and that suspicion grew ten-fold when she shot you a knowing look. Your mouth opened to say something but the woman passed you wordlessly and left you no choice but to swallow the question that’d been on the tip of your tongue.

Sure enough you stopped in front of the room she’d exited out of and looked towards the elevator but the woman was already gone. You took a deep breath and shifted your focus back to dealing with Hisoka before knocking twice on his door. It swung open almost immediately and you wondered if he’d been waiting for you at the door—If he’d told his prior guest about you.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” Hisoka drawled, his eyes drinking you in from head to toe before stepping aside to let you in. “I’d been waiting patiently for your arrival.”

You entered swiftly and pretended to look around his suite while putting some distance between the two of you. “Yeah, I could tell. I hope I didn’t interrupt a prior engagement with the guest that just left.”

Hisoka’s mouth stretched into a smile, “Oh, her? No, we finished our business before your arrival.”

“That’s good,” you replied and turned to face him. “You must be tired after finishing your…business, so I’ll let you rest. Let Illumi know that I’m here and want to meet with him tomo-”

You broke off when Hisoka took three large steps toward you and effectively backed you against a wall with an amused grin on his face. His close proximately allowed you to see his still-wet pink tresses that clumped together at the ends and smelled the sweetness of his soap that still lingered on his skin.

“You’re mistaken, Y/N. I didn’t sleep with her-”

“Forget it. Who you sleep with really isn’t my business.” You cut in and pressed a hand to his chest with enough force to gently push him away. Hisoka’s smile only faltered for an instant before caressing the spot on his chest where your hand had been. You rolled your eyes and sidestepped him to head towards the door

“Since Illumi isn’t here, I’ll head ou-”

“I didn’t sleep with Machi but I believe Illumi did.”

Your head snapped to him and you spoke without thinking. “What did you say?”

Hisoka let out a low chuckle at your fierce reaction. “So that’s how it is, huh? Does it bother you that much knowing Illumi slept with another woman?”

His words shook you to your core when you realized how your little outburst appeared to an onlooker like Hisoka. Your eyes widened before you looked away, taking a couple breaths to calm down before you spoke. “Who Illumi fucks isn’t my business either.”

“When it comes to Illumi, you really are a bad liar. Not a good thing for a Transmuter, you know.”

Hisoka’s face darkened and a vicious look reflected on his golden eyes that sent chills down your spine. In that moment, the apprehension you felt the first time you met him returned. You averted your gaze when Hisoka’s bloodlust seeped out, poking and prodding at the Nen barrier you put up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hisoka.” With that you left the unnerving magician and buried all thoughts of Illumi and that Machi woman in the darkest recesses of your mind.

The entire way to Hisoka’s suite the next morning, you rehearsed the words you’d say to Illumi when you saw him and even went as far as to plan the events that would take place. You would greet the two of them, ask to speak with Illumi alone, leave Hisoka, and head to some random café to converse privately where you’d quickly apologize and then leave.

That had been the plan yet when Illumi was the one to greet you at the door, your mouth went dry and all you could do was stare helplessly at the assassin.

All it took was a glance at him for you to realize he’d just finished up a mission. His clothes were covered in dirt and dotted with blood while his hair was matted and pulled into a loose bun. There was also the slightest hint of weariness on his face that you’d seen on him at the mansion after he returned from his mission.

“Did you just finish a job?”

The question tumbled out of your mouth as you crossed the doorway and turned around to face Illumi while he closed the door behind you.

“I did. Hisoka said you wanted to see me, so I came as soon as I could.” Illumi stated, fixing you a quizzical look.

“Morning, Y/N.” Hisoka’s lilting voice rang out, but you ignored him and remained focused on Illumi.

“You’re not hurt are you?” You asked and took a step towards him while your eyes scanned his entire body for cuts or patches of blood on his clothes.

Illumi’s brow furrowed ever-so slightly but he shook his head. “I’m fine. Why did you want to meet?”

You opened your mouth to answer but remembered your plan and turned to address the magician instead. “We’ll be leaving first. Thank you for arranging this, Hisoka.”

Not waiting for him to respond, you grabbed Illumi by the wrist and exited Hisoka’s suite without sparing the magician a glance.

It wasn’t until you reached the elevator that Illumi spoke. “Where are we going?”

You wondered the same thing, but when your eyes glanced at Illumi’s clothes, the answer came to you. “My hotel. You look like you could use a shower and a meal. We’ll talk afterwards.”

Illumi didn’t say anything and just stared at you with those wide, black eyes of his that fascinated and unnerved you all at once. The elevator ding broke your trance and the two of you stepped inside. The entire elevator ride, you ignored the voice in your head that protested bringing Illumi to your hotel room.

The walk to your hotel was filled with inquiries over Illumi’s preferred food to which he responded with “anything is fine”, so you made a mental list of decent take-out places nearby. The two of you passed by a clothing store and you almost stopped to go in until you realized how ridiculous that would make you look. In the end, you took Illumi’s clothes while he showered and handed it to the concierge to get them dry-cleaned immediately, making sure to include a handsome tip.

By the time Illumi finished, his clothes were clean and hanging from the bathroom door while you set up the food that’d been delivered a few minutes prior. You were pouring juice into two cups when he stepped out of the bathroom along with a cloud of steam.

So he also likes hot showers

He looked more like the Illumi you were used to seeing with clean clothes and blow-dried hair that swayed with each step. When you met his gaze and realized he’d caught you staring, you averted your gaze to the food before you and took a seat while he followed suit.

After making sure Illumi swallowed three bites of food, you spoke. “How is Killua?”

A dull half smile appeared on Illumi’s face but his voice was as apathetic as ever. “He didn’t pass the exam but I did.”

The juice went down the wrong pipe and you coughed into your napkin as you fixed Illumi a bewildered look. “Y-you…why?

“For the job I just finished and to placate Mother. He might have even passed if he’d gotten a different opponent in the last trial.”

You thought back on how excited Killua seemed to take the exam and shook your head lightly before taking another bite of food.

“How was your brother?” Illumi asked off-handedly and you tensed up instantly with goosebumps erupting on your skin. It shouldn’t have been a surprise he knew you’d gone home, but the fact that he specifically mentioned your brother made you paranoid. Illumi’s face revealed nothing as he stared at you with mild amusement before the corners of his mouth turned downward the longer his eyes remained on your face.

“Good. He’s healthy and strong even though-” you trailed off and lowered your gaze to think over what you wanted to say. “He told me he didn’t want to be a hunter after years of intense training. It was a huge shock to me and we ended up having an argument.”

Illumi’s brow quirked but he remained silent while you squirmed in your seat.

“Look, I-I wanted to apologize for judging you the way I did about Killua rebelling and taking the Hunter Exam. It was hypocritical of me since I reacted similarly when my brother told me he wanted to be doctor instead of a hunter. I understand now why you’re so against Killua straying from his path because my brother is also my father’s heir and if he gives up being a hunter then our family’s legacy will be over.”

Per usual, Illumi’s face didn’t betray whatever he was feeling. The only indicator he’d listened to you were his eyes that studied your face for a minute before he opened his mouth to speak.

“I suppose I also owe you an apology for what I said over the phone.” Illumi admitted before taking a sip of juice. “You’re not an outsider. You’re my betrothed and you deserve respect.”

The statement should have made your stomach turn like your first conversation with him in York New. Instead your heart fluttered and there was a tightness in your chest as you searched his face for any indication he was joking, but it was Illumi and he meant every word.

“I- thank you,” you replied after collecting yourself and turned your attention to the half-eaten food on your plate.

“We should finish eating before the food gets cold.” You laughed awkwardly and glanced up in time to see the faintest smile playing on Illumi’s lips.

[ddaeng-danvers]

under and over

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

genre: fluff

summary: in which anakin learns how to braid hair

warnings: mention of death, minor injuries, the reader is described as having long hair

word count: 2753

a/n: well...i’m having an anakin phase, what can i say. this is unedited and i wrote it in one sitting so i apologize for any mistakes, also!! i’m aware some things may be inconsistent with ~canon~ but i’m having a good time so leave me alone,,, there are also mentions of platonic anakin x padme as an fyi... finally!! this isn’t a part two of my last fic (dreams) but in my brain they are like the same universe,,, so yeah,,, enjoy!!

masterlist

*this gif has nothing to do with the fic but he looks GREAT so i’m using it anyway*

You left for the Jedi Order when you were quite young. You left only your mother behind, as your father died in a shipping accident on Corellia. You held on to as many memories of your mother as possible, as she was the only family you had left. One of your fondest memories of your mother was the way she did your hair. Every morning, from the moment you had a sprout of hair on your head, she attempted to braid and style it intricately. The styles were always beautiful, inspired by the different cultures of the galaxy your mother had seen in her travels with your father before he passed.

Now, over fifteen years later, you long for the feeling of your mother’s fingers weaving through your hair. Because you left for the order at such a young age, your mother was never able to teach you her braiding and styling methods. This has left you with two simple skills, tying your hair into ponytails, and braiding it into two strands on either side of your head. You longed for the ability to weave it atop your head, but now, with the war, there was little time for hair styling.

Almost immediately after passing your trials, you were thrown into the Clone War. You worked alongside Anakin Skywalker and the 501st battalion most often, but frequently bounced around to others, such as Obi-Wan’s 212th, and your former master Shaak Ti’s position on Kamino. You were never officially assigned a battalion of your own due to your opposition of the war, but remained a Jedi General for the benefit of the Republic.

After a particularly rough mission, your find yourself sneaking from the medbay (you suffered only minor scrapes and bruises) and retreated to your quarters. It is there that you find Anakin standing on the balcony.

“What’re you doing out here, Ani?” He smiles and looks back at you.

“I should be asking you that. You should be in the medbay.” You look at the ground, feeling the slightest bit guilty. You know how much Anakin cares for you. If you stayed you may have lessened his worrying slightly.

“I’m alright. It’s nothing too serious.” A moment of silence passes. “What about you? You and Snips didn’t come out unscathed either.” Anakin’s face shrinks in the slightest, the thought of his padawan’s injuries a difficult one to process.

“We’re both okay. She was checked over. Hit her head pretty hard, but she’ll be okay. She does have to stay on bedrest for a bit, which I’m sure she’s thrilled about.” You both laugh at the thought.

“She reminds me of you, y’know.” Anakin’s expression becomes puzzled.

“Really?” He asks. You nod, looking out into the Coruscant skyline.

“She’s headstrong, confident. Sometimes a bit overconfident.” Anakin lets out a chuckle. “But she’s got a good heart. And she cares about those around her, deeply.” Anakin smiles at you again.

“Well I certainly do care for you, my love.” He leans down and presses the softest kiss to your lips, and then to both cheeks, which begin to redden. He still makes you feel like a bubbling padawan.

“We should probably head to bed soon, debriefs and all in the morning.” Anakin curtly nods, continuing to gaze at the setting sun. “We can check on Ahsoka too, before we head to bed., if you want.”

Although attachments are technically forbidden by the Jedi Council, there was a strange exception granted to you and Anakin. The council knew of your relationship, and even approved it. Master Yoda claimed you had prevented Anakin from falling down a darker path. He insisted that the force willed you together. Luckily, it seems the exception of your attachment has led to some more leniency in the Council regarding the subject.

After a quick trip to the refresher and a check-up with Ahsoka, you and Anakin retire back to your quarters. (Technically Anakin has his own quarters that he is supposed to stay in, although everyone knows this is a rare occurrence). He always seemed to like your room more. He claimed it had more personality than his. Likely because he didn’t have much to bring with him from Tatooine, and materialism was generally discouraged among Jedi.

Being held by Anakin at night felt like a gift from the Maker himself. His arms warm, his chest firm, and his hands combing through the tresses of your hair.

Anakin awoke the next morning to a cold bed. He heard you clamoring around the refresher. Curious, he threw on his robe and knocked on the door.

“You alright in there, love?” He stands up against the door, waiting for a response. You open the door a moment later, a grumbly look on your face. It seems you’ve already gotten dressed. You had on a brown and black tunic and pants. Your armor for battle left at the foot of your bed, since today was to be a day filled with debriefing, strategizing, and paperwork.

“I’m fine, I just woke up early and then couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to get up, be productive, but I just can’t do my hair right.” Anakin noticed the rough braids on your scalp, likely from failed attempts at braiding it moments ago.

“I wish I could help you, but hair isn’t my area of expertise.” Anakin looks at you through the mirror as he wraps his arms around your torso. He places a kiss to your shoulder.

“It’s fine.” You affirm. “I’m just frustrated.”

The debrief with the Council went without a hitch. Just a standard report on your success, information regarding casualties, and your new assignments. Fortunately, the Council gave the two of you a few days off before your next assignments. You planned to spend every waking moment possible with Anakin, as you were being sent to aid Obi-Wan and the 212th. You returned to your quarters shortly after the meeting to strategize a plan for your upcoming assault with Anakin on your heels. He helped you as much as he could, before becoming distracted. (He was never the best strategizer. He joked you were the brains of this relationship). He tinkered with his arm as you worked alongside him.

A knock on the door pulled you from your work. You opened it slowly, curious as to who it could be. Opening it all the way, you were met with the colors and patterns of a traditional Nabooian gown.

“Padme!” You exclaimed. It had been so long since you’d seen her. You grew quite close when you and Anakin were assigned to protect her all those years ago. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here on Senate business, and I couldn’t be here without stopping by to say hello to you two.” Anakin has since gotten up from his seat and come over to great Padme as well. “I was going to stop and see Ahsoka, but I assumed she’d be training. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Ahsoka was actually injured on our last mission. Nothing serious, just a mild concussion, she’s resting in her quarters as far as I know.” Anakin assures.

“We could stop by and see her, I’m sure she’d be excited to know you’re here.” Padme smiles at the implied compliment. You grab your robes from your bed, and usher everyone through the hallway to Ahsoka’s quarters. You knock as lightly as possible on the door.

“Ahsoka, you in there? You have a visitor.” Ahsoka fumbles behind the door, before opening it.

“Senator Amidala!” Ahsoka exclaims. The two of them envelop in a brief hug before separating. “It’s great to see you!”

“And you as well Ahsoka. You’ve gotten so tall!” Ahsoka viewed Padme as an older sister figure. She’d lost the rest of her family so young, she had little memory of them. The memories she does have however, she cherishes. You and her both.

After an hour or so of catching up, you notice Ahsoka’s eye’s begin to droop. You look up at Anakin who seems to have noticed the same thing. Through the briefest of eye contact, you understand Anakin’s request. He wants you to stay with her, make sure she’s actually resting. You nod, as Anakin whispers this information to Padme. “It’s been great catching up with you Ahsoka, but I’m afraid I have to tend to that Senate business now. Rest well.” Ahsoka nods politely, her drowsy expression only worsening.

“Thank you Senator Amidala. See you later. You too, Master Skywalker.” You stay in your standing position before guiding Ahsoka down to her bed. She practically rolls over the moment she sits down.”

“Tired?” You chuckle. Ahsoka smiles slightly.

“Yeah, this concussion took me out more than I care to admit.” You laugh again. “You are just like Anakin when he was a padawan. It scares me sometimes how similar you to are.” Ahsoka nods again.

“I guess that means we’re a perfect match.”

“I guess so.” Ahsoka seems to drift off quickly, and you begin to tidy anything out of place around her room. There isn’t much out of place, so you make your way to the door. But just before you open it, Ahsoka calls out your name.

“Master Y/L/N?” You walk over to the edge of her bed again.

“Yes Ahsoka? Is there something wrong?” Her expression is confused and guilt-ridden.

“Can you stay here with me? I haven’t gotten very good sleep lately, I’ve been having nightmares.” You looks down at Ahsoka again. She seems to be like Anakin in her sleep habits as well.

“Of course, Ahsoka. If anything you are sparing me from planning Obi-Wan’s attack later this week.”

“I’m sure Master Kenobi can figure that out himself.” Ahsoka smiles.

“Yes, I’m sure he can.”

Anakin smiles as her feels your Force presence relax, assuming because you’ve fallen asleep. Padme smiles up at him.

“You’ve got that dumbstruck look on your face, again.”

“What do you mean again?” Anakin questions.

“You were looking at her like that the whole time we were in Ahsoka’s room.” Padme laughs. “It’s okay, it’s cute. I remember you two on Naboo. Absolutely dancing around your feelings until I put a stop to it.” Anakin remembers his mission with you to Naboo fondly. You assumed Anakin loved Padme, when he never held romantic feelings for her. Only familial admiration. You and Padme spoke over dinner one night after Anakin went to bed early. She essentially pried your confession out of you, but you assured her that Anakin loved her. How very wrong you were. Padme made it her mission to set you two up while you were still on Naboo. Clearly, she was successful.

“I have a strange request.” Anakin spoke up. Padme nodded at him to continue speaking. “Can you teach me how to braid hair?” Padme stops in her tracks, Anakin continuing to walk a few steps forward before turning around. “What?”

“Nothing, just, that is in fact a strange request. Why do you want to learn?” Anakin describes the scene of you this morning, frustrated in the mirror.

“Her mother used to style it, but she left for the Order so young that she was never able to learn how her mother did it.” Padme nods along.

“I can teach you. We’ll start with some simple ones, I’ll leave you datapads to look over in the future. Does that suffice?” Anakin nods, gratefully.

“Yes, thank you Padme. When should I meet you again for my...lesson?”

“We can go back to my room right now, if that works for you?”

“Of course, but I thought you had Senate duties to attend to?” Padme chuckles.

“If this is for Y/N’s benefit, this far outweighs my senatorial duties.” Padme and Anakin laugh and continue their walk down the hall.

Anakin spent the next few hours listening to Padme’s instructions as she demonstrated a few hairstyles on her handmaidens. They allowed Anakin to practice on their hair as well. Anakin was always a fast learner, and picked up these skills quickly.

Time flew by, and Anakin suddenly felt your Force precense awaken. He ties the braid he was working on in Sabe’s hair, and received an impressed nod from Padme.

“Not half bad, Anakin. You’ve picked this all up quite fast.” Anakin gives a nod with a hint of smirk on his face. He’s impressed with himself too. He thanks everyone in the room, especially the handmaidens who have had him tugging at their hair for the past few hours, and departs for your quarters, excited to show off his new skills.

When he arrives, you’ve already made it back from Ahsoka’s room and changed into a lighter pair of pants and a looser tunic. You have battle plans strewn across the table, with your head resting in your hands.

“Thank you for staying with Ahsoka, I had a feeling she wasn’t getting the best rest.” You nod in agreement.

“She’s been having nightmares. Nothing serious, I think she’s still reflecting on the mission. I think she’s being reminded of her squadron on Ryloth. She’s afraid of it happening again.” Anakin’s expression sinks. You know him well enough to understand his thought process. He wishes to protect Ahsoka from as much pain as possible. Although he knows this isn’t possible, he beats himself up when she feels this pain. “I can practically read your thoughts, love. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, I just wished she believed in herself a little more. She’s capable, but afraid of further consequences.” You both nod and let a comfortable silence overtake the room.

Hours fly by yet again, and the sun has set behind the Coruscant skyline, signaling the end of another day. You both wordlessly get ready for bed.

As you finish drying your hair, Anakin can seethe wheels turning in your head. He knows exactly what you are about to attempt, and he has a surprise in store. He grabs your brush of the stand along your bed, and elastics gifted to him by Padme. “Love, come here.” He motions for you to sit in front of him, your bottom practically in his lap. Anakin has brushed your hair before, you used to rebraid each other’s braids during your time as padawans as well, so you weren’t suspicious when Anakin began to brush through you hair.

What did surprise you is when he began to section it off. He weaved it gently between his fingers, skillfully. He managed to avoid every knot and unnecessary tug. You felt him pin the braids intricately forming a ring over the top of your head. The rest were tucked into a bun, with braids that formed a section of their own. He placed his hands on your shoulder to signal his completion, and you looked at him eagerly.

“Can I look at it?” You asked, brimming with glee.

“Of course, love.” You rush to the mirror in the refresher. As soon as you are met with your reflection, you are rendered speechless. Anakin has since gotten out of bed and come to stand behind you in the refresher. “You like it?” Anakin asks. You nod your head. You turn your neck to see the back, and it’s beautiful, The braids flow within your natural hair perfectly. It feels both similar and different from your mother’s style. Not quite Correlian, but…

“Padme taught you how to do this.” You stated.

“How did you know?” Anakin asked, surprised you deciphered it that quickly.

“I’ve seen her wear something similar before. It also feels very Nabooian.” Anakin gleams down at you, thrilled to see your smile. You reach up and grip his cheeks pulling him into a kiss. You separate a moment later. “Can you teach me how to do this?”

Anakin laughs. “Of course my love.” The two of you retire to bed shortly after. Anakin admires his handiwork as you lay your head against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Ani. I really do appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, love. It made me upset that you never got to learn from your mother, I know how much it meant to you, so we can learn together.” The thought of Anakin with his hands in your hair glaring at a datapad about hair styles made you giggle. “Maybe you can pass these hairstyles on to our children one day.” The thought of Anakin with a child, your child in his lap, makes you smile as you slip into sleep.

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Unedited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Twenty Six: The One With the Letters

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3851

    Never once in Lily's life did she ever believe she would find herself fretting the life of Bucky Barnes in a personal way. Not the type of way that would have her up for a week straight all night. Not the type of way that would have her going on jogs just to stop thinking about it. Not the type of way that would have her son clinging to her in fear that he wouldn't come home. He had become a staple in her life, and not having any contact with him for a week straight, and having no idea where in the world he is, was one of the hardest things she had to endure. At least, that's how she had felt in the moment.

Mere days ago, she had sat in her bed with his arms tightly wrapped around her. Keeping her safe and warm, hiding away her vulnerable state from the darkest of evils in the world. It scared her just how much he had come to mean to her, and just how much Hunter had become attached to him. The father figure the boy had lacked all of those years with Scott being a mere phantom in his life.

However, as much as Lily would prefer nothing more than to curl up deep underneath the goosedown covers and silk sheets of the Avengers Compound, life went on. Her life didn't cease to continue or stop. She had a son to take care of and a dog to feed, and a very pregnant sister to keep from losing her ever loving mind. But she also had work. The hospital had her filing reports as a 'work from home' assignment, and finishing up any medical journals and analysis she had to do. She was on call for an emergency, and was counting down the minutes before she would be brought back.

So, as Lily sat at the desk in the small office the Avengers had offered her, typing up examinations, her mind went numb. All she thought about was the clicking of her fingers and the gentle breathing of Joey coming from beside her. Hunter was doing his homework in his own room, giving Lily some peace and quiet to get her work done. But she had also come to realize over the past week, the Avengers Compound wasn't exactly the best place to be working.

"I told you that muffin was mine, Natasha!" Clint echoed as the two pairs of footsteps halted out front of Lily's closed door.

"Your name wasn't on it!" Nat retaliated, "And that is a known rule in this place. Unless your name is on it, it's free for the taking!"

And that was at 9 in the morning, and was only the first issue of the day.

"You have no regard for the finer things in life." Tony scoffed as he and Bruce also stopped in front of her door.

"No, I just have a sense of money." He retorted, only egging Tony on.

Glancing down at her clock, Lily let out an audible groan. It was only 9:30, a mere half an hour after Natasha and Clint had let their argument go public. But Lily continued on, making sure to pop in her earphones for the virtual conversation she had to do. Some of her patients had set up the online appointments while Lily was away from her physical workplace, and she was thankful. But it was also harder for her to give accurate diagnosis with it, which resulted in a bit more work on her own end. When 11 struck, Lily turned on her computer camera and readied herself for the consultation.

"Hi Olivia!" Lily beamed and waved as the young girl and her mother popped up on the screen, "How are you today hun?"

"Not good, Dr. Osborne." The seven year old sighed, scratching at her chest. A rash that had burdened the young girl for the past week while they waited for Lily to see them.

"Oh no! Well, that's alright, cause I'll make sure to get it all sorted out for you. Why don't you tell me what's been going on. When did the rash show up?" She asked, flipping over her file for the young curly haired girl.

Just as Olivia went to speak, the door to the office burst open and slammed against the wall. Joey's head shot up and Lily flinched at the noise, turning slightly in her chair to see what the large noise was about. Pursing her lips, Lily lowered her eyes at the two tall men that stood in the doorway. One being broad with that signature American charm, and the other holding a Godly presence that was hard to deny. Steve and Thor glanced warily at each other as Lily raised her eyebrows, giving that signature mom stare.

"Lady Osborne, forgive us," Thor began, "but do you mind if we ask you a small question?"

Lowering her eyes, Lily tilted her head, "Can it wait?" She said through gritted teeth, nodding towards the computer where two dumbstruck patients sat on the other in, taking in the fact that two Avengers were in the same room as their doctor. Both men looked down at her with a clearly guilty tinge to their bright blue eyes, but she also knew they wouldn't give up.

"Well it's just quick." Steve pushed, shifting on his feet.

Lowering her eyes, she sent a quick apologetic look to her patients before turning to the two superheroes, "Out with it then." She sighed, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap.

"Which one of us has bluer eyes?"

"Alright get out." Lily snapped, shooing the two and turning her attention back to the young girl she was helping.

-----

Letting her hair down from the clip clamped on the back of her head, Lily logged off of her computer. She leaned her head back and shook out the stiff tresses that had been pulled back the whole day. Her fingers were cramped and shoulders stiff, leaving her uncomfortable in the chair she sat. Standing to her feet, the blonde slid off her white lab coat and dusted off the lace white dress she wore and readjusting the yellow cardigan. Patting her leg, Joey hopped to his feet and followed the woman out into the halls of the continuously noise hallway of the Avengers compound.

"The kid can cook better than you, Clint." Wanda chirped, earning a snicker from the other Avengers as Lily walked into the kitchen where everyone sat around on couches.

"Who taught you how to cook like that, buddy?" Tony asked, glancing over at the kitchen where Rose and Hunter bustled around.

"Not my mom." The twelve year old commented cooly, not even bothering to send a second glance Lily's way as everyone acknowledged her presence in the room.

"That's true," Lily laughed, walking forward with her arms crossed over her chest, "I handle breakfast. But it was actually Bucky that taught Hunter how to handle the kitchen. With the help of Rose, of course." She shrugged, taking a seat in an armchair across from Wanda and Vision.

"Cyborg can cook?" Tony scoffed, as though he didn't believe it.

"He can. He used to cook for his sister back in the day when his parents weren't around," Steve responded, "But I never knew he continued doing it. Figured he'd just relied solely on take out most days."

Light conversation continued over dinner after the two other Osborne's served everyone. Jokes about the interruptions Lily endured earlier throughout the day by the various superheroes seated around her. Or about how Thor and Steve both had very beautiful blue eyes. But the latter's eyes seemed stuck to Lily throughout the dinner. Not in a flirtatious way, oh no, but in a way that was almost pity. He knew Lily didn't really want to be there, and would have rather been at home with her son and sister. But there was a certain remorse as well that clouded his vision, one that sent a shiver down Lily's back. It worried her what could be on the supersoldier's mind. A feeling of anxiety had settled itself into the blonde's stomach as dinner finished and Steve lingered by the door while Lily helped clear the table.

"Hey, Lily, mind if I talk to you for a minute?" Steve finally piped up, catching the blonde's attention as she handed Natasha the final plate.

Nodding her head, Lily excused herself and walked over to the Captain, wiping her hands off on a towel before joining him on the other side of the living room. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets and Lily grew even more wary of his actions. Steve's eyes kept dancing down towards the floor and sending more anxiety rushing through her. She knew that if Bucky were to contact anyone, it would be Steve or her. And with a mission, she knew Steve outranked her. She didn't mind, not one bit. But if there was something that had gone wrong, she would have preferred if he was outright with it.

"Bucky said that if we don't hear from him or Sam for a week," The blonde had begun, causing a small sweat to form on Lily's brow, "He wanted me to take you to his apartment and grab something. He never really kept valuables here when he stayed at the compound so..."

Lily swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to blink away the tears that gathered in her waterline, "D-Do you think something happened to them?"

Steve finally met her gaze and pursed his lips, contradicting the words that left his mouth, "No. No they're just fine. Bucky and Sam have gone on much more complicated missions than this. They're okay Lily."

Deciding to test the man, Lily sniffled and spoke, "Promise?

Instead of answering, Steve handed the mother her coat and nodded towards the front door of the compound.

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The entire ride down to Brooklyn was that of silence and awkward glances from the supersoldier to the young single mother who looked as though a murder were going to take place. She knew Steve wouldn't give her any answers, maybe it was because he didn't have any, or it could be because he didn't want to. She wasn't entirely sure. All that Lily knew, was that she was pissed off at the entirety of the situation. Whether it be her parents' ignorant mistakes, Bucky being someone she didn't know, or the fact her entire family was in danger because of her parents. The entire situation was one Lily never would have dreamed up for herself in a million years, and sometimes she pinched herself in effort to wake up from the nightmare.

"We're here." Steve stated grimly as the two came to a stop in front of a slightly rundown building.

Without a word, Lily stepped from the car and pulled out her keys. The one she needed dangled apart from the others, as though it knew that it was about to be used. Bucky had given her a key to his apartment back in January, deciding that if he could get into her place, it was only right to give her the same luxury. They never spent much time in his apartment, seeing as he enjoyed being at her place more. But every so often, when Gen and Rose were watching Hunter and Bucky and Lily went for dinner, they'd stay the night in the small apartment and enjoy the company of one another.

Steve followed Lily as she buzzed in, speaking directly to the landlord who let her in without a second thought. The two mounted the creaking stairs up to the third level where Bucky's apartment sat. Right next door was a lovely elderly woman who would always bring Lily cookies whenever she heard that the blonde was over. And on the other side was one of Lily's patients actually. A single father raising twin girls, Nina and Hallie. And right between the two, was the small but modest apartment of Bucky Barnes.

Unlocking the door, Lily pushed her way in. The familiar scent of Bucky wafted into her nose and she placed a hand on her throat as though she were choking on it. Steve shuffled past her and bent down in front of the television, pulling out a stack of four envelopes wrapped in twine. Lily watched in curiosity as Steve made his way back over, giving her a dry and sympathetic smile before placing the envelopes in her hands.

"I'll go wait in the car, okay?" He whispered, resting a kind hand on her shoulder before walking from the apartment.

Lily slid the stack into her purse and took in the sight around her. On the side table beside the couch, her wine glass from lord knows how long ago sat empty. Shaking her head and muttering about how much of a mess the man was, Lily walked over and picked it up. As she cleaned up a bit, her senses dulled from the scent. She just wanted him close. That musky pine and firewood that intoxicated her whenever it was near. The blonde stepped into his bedroom and further into his closet, pulling out three of his shirts to take with her back to the compound. Would it make her feel better? She wasn't sure. But it didn't stop her from spraying a bit of his cologne onto the three before joining Steve back down in the car.

-----

When the two returned back to the compound, no one said a word to Lily as she rushed past to her bedroom. Rose had tucked Hunter in, and the look on her sister's face set the younger one off to know that now wasn't the time to talk.

Tears threatened to fall as Lily shut the door to the bedroom after Joey had wadded in. Dropping her jacket and purse, Lily changed into pyjama bottoms and one of Bucky's shirts, letting the feeling of the soft cotton warm her chilled skin. That ever addicting scent filled her nose as she took a seat on her bed, pulling the reading glasses she had been prescribed recently onto her nose, and preparing herself for the letters she was about to read.

"September 24th

I'm not sure what prompted me to write this. But I just had a feeling it would come in handy one day.

I kissed a girl yesterday that makes me feel as though everything around me has melted away. I had been telling my therapist about her, but never thought I'd have the strength to do something so bold. I hadn't even expected her to show up at Sam's birthday. She never seemed like the kind of girl to do parties but she came. And I suppose that's all thanks to Thor

The moment I laid eyes on her at that cafe, something lit up inside of my heart. Whether it was her smile, or the way her eyes avoided mine whenever they met. She wasn't scared though. No, she was just nervous. The way she stumbled over her words when Sam spoke to her, him having more courage than I ever could dream of.

And her son, god. God her son is as perfect as they come. A sweet boy, and clearly attached to his mother. Sam warned me that if I got involved in something like this, the kid would always be number one. But I don't care. If it meant bringing Lily something to smile about, and help her forget about that jackass of an ex-husband, I'd do it.

I wish I had taken a photo of her when she walked down the stairs last night. The grace that followed her even as she tried to shrug away the stress of that night. God, I never thought I deserved someone like this in my life. Someone with a touch so soft I feel as though I'm the one that would break. But she doesn't seem afraid of me.

And I'll do anything it takes to ensure she never is."

Lily let out the breath that clung to her throat as though it was scared to be released. Pressing the first note to her chest, Lily let a few tears slip past her bottom lashes, streaking down her flushed cheeks. Placing it to the side, she pushed on. Opening the second envelope, Lily knew that these would only get harder to read as she went on.

"November 8th

I never thought someone would see me as loveable. Or a father figure at that. Always thought I'd be reduced down to a pity date or someone people just wanted to learn about. But when she looked up at me with those bright eyes, I knew that she cared. She wanted to know every story, and learn every secret that I have.

Watching her with Hunter is always the highlight of my day. The way her eyes get brighter and her smile grows wider. Lily is truly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, but there's just something to her that furthers that beauty when she's with her son. He had been a part of something that caused her more pain than she should have had to endure, but yet, she has no resentment. Not a shred of doubt that she was doing a good job. It's something I want someday, a family. Away from the fighting and the constant running.

And the way Hunter looked at me, not only asking Lily for permission, but asking me as well...it's all I could have ever wanted. I knew at that moment that Hunter would be the son that wasn't mine. But one that I love and care for nonetheless.

She's truly a wish come true for me. The nights I spend without her are hard. Whenever I have nightmares, she's there. Running gentle fingers down my face and ensuring I know that it's okay. And I believe her. I believe her with every ounce of me."

Lily was now full on waterworks. Her tears fell like a stream down her face as she reread the words he had written no one. The ones that he had said to himself in the privacy of his own home. She ran her thumb over the slight stain of a tear that she had made, an exact parallel of the older one on the opposite side. His. Pressing the paper to her forehead, Lily took a deep breath before opening the third one.

"December 24th

I doubt I'll get out of this one. She's gonna kill me and I know it. I made her a promise. Told her that I would be home for Christmas Eve. But here I sit, on a jet with wounds littering my body from people who I never thought would be a problem that would cause this much effort.

Not sure if I'm more scared of them, or the wrath of Lily that I was about to face when the plane landed.

I've never seen her genuinely angry. I've seen her frustrated, anxious, annoyed, and everything in between. But never angry. I had to wonder if that had anything to do with Scott. Maybe his anger all those years forced her to keep her own in check. Maybe just like I'm sometimes scared of myself, she's scared of herself.

I miss her eyes the most. The way they stared up at me. Or crinkled when she laughed and smiled. Or how they rolled whenever I made a stupid remark. Everything about her eyes. The darker spots of brown that littered the green around them, creating a hazel that I fell head over heels for.

I'll be home soon, darling. I promise."

A choked sob ripped from Lily's throat as she gripped the letter with tight fingers. She wanted nothing more than to just hold him. Keep him in her arms forever. Keep him from the horrors of the world just as she did him. She just wanted him to be home. With her, with Hunter. Anything. She didn't care what it took. She would stand up to her parents herself if it meant having him and Sam home safe. However, she still had one letter to go through. One she dreaded reading just from looking at the date.

"February 23rd

I have to leave her today. I don't know if I'll ever see her again. Those bright eyes, that crooked smile. The blush that rose to her cheeks when I stared too long. The nose scrunch she made whenever I flicked it when she made dumb comments. This could be a final ride for me. The danger is something I promised to keep her away from. But I failed.

I failed miserably.

But they want something they can't have. They want my family. And I'll be damned before they lay their hands on them. The selfish part of me wished Steve would go instead, but this was my fight. I just wished I could hold her longer. Kiss her once more. Feel her hands on me once more.

She's asleep right now. Unaware of the true dangers that lay out in the world. The pain that they want to cause her. I hate myself for my job. Hate that I let her get this close. To create that attachment. I've become too close to her heart and her family. Hunter...I can't even think about him without tears filling my eyes. The pain I've caused him, I can't forgive myself for that. Not now, not in ten years, not ever.

I could slip away in the night. Leave early and handle the mission on my own. Even though it was essentially suicide without a partner. But I'm willing to give myself up if it meant she was safe. Tucked away in my little corner of the universe. But who am I kidding? She may be timid but that fire inside of her is lighting and I know that not much stands in her way.

I loathe myself for letting her fall for me as I did her. For falling for me in a way that can't be undone, only by death. And that may be the case. I may never see her again. And I know that it's selfish but I think that would be better. For her to move on with her life and pretend I never existed. That what was between us wasn't anything too important. Hunter would move on, she would cope. And that's all I want. Her happiness.

Lily if you're reading this, it means that thing's aren't looking good. And if these are the last words you hear from me, I'm sorry. I knew I was too dangerous for you and you don't deserve that. But just know that truly, deeply, I care for you and Hunter more than these three words can describe:

I love you."

A knock at the window caused her breathing to cease.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

The Arrangement

John Wick x Reader (A/n- AU where John isn’t an assassin. Did i mention that there’s Angst in dom!John? I didn’t? Well, there is.)

Warning- SMUT/NSFW, Angst, dom/sub, oral sex, bondage, bodily fluids.

She didn’t know when it happened, or how, but at some point, he had become everything to her; the forefront of her thoughts, some sort of pseudo-king in her mind and the man that literally dominated her body. He was everything, Y/n didn’t think she’d ever feel that way about another, even if she knew it was wrong. John wasn’t interested in anything other than what they had, he had made it clear than his interests laid far from romantic affections.

Sex, that was what he wanted.

And Y/n? She was just a vessel.

They’d met just under a year ago, when John had represented her boss after he was put on trial for his ex-wife’s murder. To that day, Y/n still worked for that C.F.O at a bank in New York, and she didn’t have a clue on whether or not he actually killed his ex or not, but John, John was an excellent attorney and could probably make a serial killer look like an angel. Their exchange had started over the phone in the beginning; after being greeted by Y/n at the bank. After about a month, he’d started letting his assistant put her calls through when information needed to be relayed. Things only escalated from there on, and when the case was won, upon John’s last visit to the bank, he’d asked, or rather informed Y/n, that he’d be taking her to dinner. And in a private lounge at a hotel, he’d made his offer. She’d pondered on it, but after a few days of mulling over everything, Y/n’s attraction to him had surpassed reason and she’d called him, his cell that time, with the answer he’d been waiting for.

That evening, Y/n’s mouth was circled around the generous girth of John’s cock; plump lips staining his shaft red with the lipstick she’d applied just before her arrival. Kneeling between his spread legs, Y/n’s head bobbed eagerly, while one delicate hand worked what she couldn’t take in her mouth. “That’s it baby,” he managed through gritted teeth. Slouching further into the armchair, John’s hold on a fistful of her loose tresses tightening so much that it might have hurt in any other situation. Her other hand massaged his balls, just the way she knew he liked it; frequently switching between rolling her flattened palm and kneading gently, while her tongue occasionally swirled around his shaft. Y/n moaned quietly at the feeling of his bulging veins against her lips and arousal throbbed in her lace panties. Each time she came down, his swollen tip hit the back of her throat, threatening to go further on the occasion where John would eagerly buck his hips. The first time she’d taken John in her mouth, his length had made her gag before she could even take him fully and though months later, Y/n still hadn’t managed take him fully, she now reveled in the feeling, always eager to train herself for more.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you take my cock in that pretty little mouth,” he praised harshly, guiding her pace, his free hand roaming the back of her neck, brushing the collar that he’d put there upon her arrival. It’s purpose aside from the aesthetic was a simple one, so she’d remember her place, and who she belonged to. 

When John drew closer to his high, Y/n could feel it and just then, John yanked her head back harshly. On instinct, she sat back on her calves, the tips of her black stilettos barely scratching her back, “Not tonight,” John breathed, a few dark strands escaped from his usual neatness, falling over his face, his pupils still blown with lust, “Tonight, I want to cum right here,” John brushed a few messy locks away from Y/n’s features, his rough touch subsequently falling to her bare breasts. “Stand up,” he urged, following that up with instructions for her to go lay on the bed, face up. John then pushed out of the armchair where he formerly sat, providing Y/n with a tantalizing view of his nude glory; his was a body that she adored, loved, dare she say.

She didn’t

He was a little over twenty years her senior, but John was in peak shape, his firm biceps and barely defined torso was hardly a testament to how deep his endurance ran. It had surprised her at first, but now, it thrilled her beyond compare. Y/n watched as he went over to one of the drawers in his dark oak dresser, his broad tattooed back on display, the bold ink work standing out against his skin. She’d always wanted to ask what they meant, but Y/n didn’t think that John was the type that wanted to spend an hour explaining why he’d gotten them. Her eyes stayed on him, mesmerized as John shifted some things around in the drawer, eventually producing a familiar set of restraints along with a ball gag. “Sit up,” his instructions were usually like that, brief and gruff, John wasn’t a man of many words and praises like the one she had received earlier were most times infrequent. But still he meant them, he always did. Besides, Y/n didn’t need words to know that John appreciated her, it was in the respect he had for boundaries and how well he cared for her after their sessions were over, it was enough.

At least, it used to be.

Lately, Y/n had started to wish there could be more. She wanted to be more. More than a woman that was bound to him by a contract, more than his dirty little secret and his designated play thing. But she wouldn’t say it, being with him like that was better than losing him entirely. 

When Y/n sat up, John positioned himself behind her, gently pulling her wrists together- he was never rough unless it was during the act itself, restraining them behind her back with a pair of leather cuffs. Next, he fastened the strap of the gag to her face, and just before he moved the hard-plastic ball to her mouth, he asked, “Is this still okay?”

“Yes sir,” she nodded diligently.

“You won’t be able to use your safe word,” he explained firmly, “But you’ll have this instead,” from his nightstand, John got out a little blue ball. It was the kind people bought for small children or dogs, that made a squeaking noise when squeezed tight enough. Y/n was familiar with the contraption, they’d used it whenever John wanted her mouth…..otherwise occupied. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Y/n nodded again.

“Good,” he fit the little ball in one of her palms, “Try it out; squeeze it twice, that’s the signal I want you to use if you need me to stop,” much to John’s satisfaction, Y/n gave the ball a couple squeezes and it made it’s little childish noise. “Good girl,” he praised and Y/n thought it was a little out of turn when he kissed the crown of her head before fitting the gag between her lips and urging her to lay back. Without a moment to waste, he was re-positioned between her spread legs, peeling off her delicate, lace panties just before leaning over on either edge to secure them to hidden handles with another set of cuffs, those with longer chains. 

When Y/n was sprawled out before him, gagged with lust blown eyes, completely wanton and ready for his taking, John barely took a minute to admire his handy work before his hands were on her. His calloused fingers started at her restrained ankles, skimming up her legs. His fingers sent shocks of her spine when they brushed her inner thigh, not staying too long there as he splayed one large palm on her stomach while the other traveled further upwards to cup her left breast. Harshly, John groped and squeezed, smiling slyly when Y/n arched her back as he twirled her hardened nipple between his stocky fingers. 

Y/n’s sounds were muffled, but John enjoyed them nonetheless. He took her right breast in his other hand, playing with them as he shifted his gaze to between her thighs. Easily, he could see the sheen of slick arousal, her legs spread wide enough so he could have a salacious view of her clit too. 

Despite his longing for release, John wanted to savor the moment and test Y/n’s limits. Leaning forward on his knees, he gently blew on her drenched cunt. One hand still toyed with her breast while he momentarily gripped her thigh, opening her up even further, with the other. His lips descended on her cilt and he sucked on the bundle of nerves while moving slip two digits inside her folds. 

Y/n bucked her hips a bit and suddenly annoyed by her enthusiasm, John’s hand left her breast, pressing her down at the stomach, “None of that little one,” he warned, crawling up her body, until he was a hot breath away from her ear, John remained, “You’re my slut and you take what I give you, understand?” Y/n just whined for the loss of contact and John growled, “Do you understand?”

Meeting his dark gaze, Y/n didn’t let him ask a third time, nodded astutely, her ‘yes’ garbled by the ball gag. Wordlessly, John returned to his former task, that time running his flattened tongue running the length of her pussy lapping up her juices. His tongue invaded her core and it had Y/n aching for more, longing to grind on his face but knowing that some consequences weren’t worth it. Despite her gag, she tried to moan his name, desperate and already growing frustrated.

John’s lips found her bud again, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he re-introduced his fingers. Slowly, he pumped, slightly curling his digits in an expert, successful attempt to hit her G-spot. Y/n moaned around the plastic ball hampering her speech, saliva leaking out the side of her lips. She was so close, and they both knew it, Y/n could tell that the boil in her stomach was near the point of bubbling over and John could feel her walls starting to tighten around his fingers, but he wasn’t done with her yet. 

Again, much to Y/n’s dismay, John stopped his ministrations and when she whined, he chuckled, “You don’t get to cum that easily,” his voice was gravely and his beard was coated with the glisten of her silky, moist arousal. His feather light kisses started at Y/n’s public bone, trailing upwards and temporarily lingering on her stomach before he finally took one of her breasts in her mouth, teasing her sensitive nipple with his teeth. With one elbow sunken into the memory foam, supporting his weight, John palmed her pussy with his other hand, feeling Y/n’s wetness on his palm, occasionally rubbing her mound with his thumb. Y/n’s moans became more frequent and that time, when she arched her back, tossing her head to the side and shutting her eyes, John didn’t reprimand her.

The edging continued for longer than Y/n had registered, though, by the time John kissed his way up the valley of her breasts, only stopping to lick her neck erotically, Y/n was a frustrated mess, unchecked tears escaping her shut lids. She longed to say his name, but her last sensible cell told her it wasn’t welcome there, Y/n knew her place. 

“Open your eyes,” John urged, lining himself up with her longing entrance, “You know I like to see you,” his low, gravelly voice had Y/n’s eyes snapping opening, widening noticeably when John pushed into her, his cock stretching her familiarly. Drinking in the sight below, John let his hardness remain unmoving, nestled in Y/n’s wet haven for a minute. 

Rapt with desire, his gaze locked with hers as he conjured up a rough, almost selfish pace. One calloused grip held her steady at the hip, the other held up his weight, holding him high enough so he could enjoy the way her boobs bounced with each violent movement. She attempted to crook her legs at the knees, but her ankle cuffs vastly limited their movement. Y/n’s heels were buried in the sheets, but John couldn’t have cared less, his housekeeper could deal with that, hell, he could buy new ones.  

The sound of skin slapping skin; his balls assaulting her core joined the filthy symphony that was his throaty grunts intertwined with Y/n’s stifled yelps. John’s jaw was clenched and beads of exertion had started to build up on their skin despite the air conditioning. 

It hurt, but in the best ways possible. His member stretched Y/n wider than anyone else’s ever had and it was difficult for her to keep up with the aggressive rolling of his hips. Time spent with John was usually like that, it was how he got off; the control, his ability to bring pain and pleasure at once, and of course, being able to use her to his liking. 

As he drew closer to his climax, John growled, sliding his hand from Y/n’s side to firmly palm a swollen breast, his mouth descending on her neck, biting and sucking on her pulse point, reveling in her scent. “Cum for me,” he eventually ordered, “I want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock baby.”

Y/n’s head pressed into the black sea of silk, her hair fanned out around her as her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled as her body trembled in ecstasy, her walls clenching around John, stiffening his pace and she came around him, her warmth spilling out; coating her thighs and dripping onto his sheets. John rode out Y/n’s orgasm, half smiling triumphantly as her smaller body quaked; pleasure that he’d brought coursing through her veins, “That’s it,” he praised through gritted teeth. 

Before her body could settle, John pulled out, aiming his cock to the valley of her breasts as Y/n tried to prop herself on her joined elbows. He pumped his length vigorously to keep up momentum, using her juices as lubrication. Within seconds, he was coating her chest with generous spurts of hot, creamy cum. Y/n watched intently, enjoying the moment just as much as he was, loving the feeling of his product dribbling down from her nipples onto her stomach, trying to smile when stray drips caught her neck and face.

When they were finished, John undid the cuffs and gag, pulling on a pair of lounge pants before scooping Y/n’s tired body up his strong arms, holding her against his bare chest as he took her to his large, adjoining bathroom. He drew her a bath, helping Y/n wash herself with a gentle rubs from a loofah and the lather of a fragrant body wash, all from outside the of tub- he rarely got in with her, unless of course, he was in the mood. The after care process was a lengthy one, though John was a patient man, and Y/n liked being taken care of. After her bath, he helped her dry her hair and get dressed in an outfit he’d bought her a while back; a grey-blue, soft, cotton button up dress with capped sleeves and a ‘v’ shaped neckline. Her shoes and coat came next and it was late when John was finally walking Y/n down the stairs, to the front door of his Upper East Side townhouse, his hand stationed low on her back. He went through the motions of unlocking the wrought iron and glass double doors, “I’ll be meeting with a client for dinner on Friday night, you need to make yourself available.”

“Yes John,” outside of scenes, rules were slightly laxed; Y/n was still expected to respect and obey, but there was still room for her to look at him directly and use his first name, “When would you like me to be ready for?”

“Seven thirty,” John’s hand closed around the barn handle, “I want you to buy a new dress,” he explained sternly, signaling that it wasn’t up for debate, though, his orders typically weren’t, “Get something in mauve, I like how that looks on you. Just above your knees. Go to that place on Madison Avenue, the one I usually take you to.”

“Okay,” she nodded quaintly, waiting until he bid her goodnight before walking to her car, parked on the curb. Without as much as a smile, John watched as she got into her cool grey, hatchback Lexus Hybrid, the one he’d bought her, making sure she closed the door and got the engine started before shutting the front door.

 When John was out of sight, Y/n, threw her head back on the leather rest, tossed her bag to the passenger seat and gripped the wheel tightly, with all intentions of pulling off. Though, after a minute of just letting herself sink into her thoughts, her breath caught and Y/n began sobbing quietly. Lately, leaving was a part of their arrangement that she had started to hate; leaving meant that they weren’t really a couple, and though it was a fact she always knew, it had recently started to hurt. 

When did it happen? 

How did it happen?

Y/n didn’t have an answer, but she did know that somewhere along the line, John had stopped being just her ‘dom’, even if he didn't know it, and she had fallen in love with him. And the worst part was, he would never love her back.

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Hide and Seek (Mitsuhide x Reader) Part 2

This is Part 2 of “Hide and Seek” which you can read here: Part 1.  I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave your comments ^_^ Tagging: @yunohawkeye @kylor​ Warning: NSFW.  ------ “Your welcome was more than stimulating, my little mouse. It appears that our little game has been fruitful. I believe it’s time I reap what I’ve sown.” You stared at his back and at his now disheveled hair, completely dumbstruck. How could he say all that… how could he leave himself so undefended when he knew exactly the state you were in? You were too proud to admit that he was right. He knew better than yourself. Your body responded even more when you were denied and forced to fight for what you want. Biting your lower lip, you straightened your back and sighed heavily, your breath rushing passed your gnawed pink flesh. “You could’ve tried to appear surprised. That’s the least you could do, Mitsuhide. You could give me the satisfaction of catching you”, you whined childishly. “You’ve been away for too long… I missed you, Mitsuhide.” You were at the end of your wits and decided to finally put an end to the charade that you helped orchestrate. “Well... I lied, (Y/N).”His voice had dropped an octave, the smooth huskiness making your chest tighten and your heart skipped a few beats, propelled into an allegro that he conducted with such ease. Every inch of your being was an instrument to be toyed with, loved and revered by him. Mitsuhide finally turned around, shifting himself onto all fours and sinuously crawling towards you. Wrapping his cool fingers around your ankles, he pulled you swiftly under his body, parting your legs with his knee and settling his hands on either side of your delicate figure. Leaning down, Mitsuhide brought his lips to your ear, running the tip of his tongue along the seams, your entire body shuddering in response before he slowly breathed out. “The kitsune is a sly creature that is extremely hard to find. Even so, being alone for long isn’t much fun, wouldn’t you agree?” A warm chuckle reverberated from him, a decadent sound that was reserved only for you. His soft lips began to travel down the length of your jaw and your neck then back up again towards your cheek, his breath leaving a trail of chilling warmth in his wake.

With a sharp inhale, you frowned and a muffled whimper caught in your throat. “What are you doing, Mitsuhide? Can’t you see that I’m...” With a long finger pressed against your lips, he silenced you. “Isn’t my mouse such a beautiful honest little thing, hm?” he murmured lovingly, while you frowned further at his choice of words. He knew that you openly disliked the endearments he used to call you, yet, it aroused something deep within you. “Does my sweet little mouse really think that I lost, when I have her exactly where I need her to be?” With a quick peck on your forehead, Mitsuhide removed his finger and smiled down at you. Why.. was he looking at you that way? Mitsuhide was being so heart- wrenchingly sweet, you almost felt the need to look away but ultimately, couldn’t. “I am the Devil King’s left hand man, (Y/N). I have done vile and atrocious things and don’t plan on stopping. I’ll do everything I have to to reach my goals. I am… the devil himself. Yet, you...” He cradled your rose-tinted cheeks with achingly gentle hands, their coolness, a contrast to the warmth of your skin, sending a blissful rush through your form. Thin lips hovered over your own, the heat of his breath mingling with your own as his words strum the sensitive chords of your heartstrings. You had to tell him. You couldn’t hide it any longer. As your lips parted to release the song that you trapped in the depths of your being, your thoughts were relinquished and replaced by your kitsune’s searing kiss. A mystical communion between the pure and the malicious. A destiny damned and spurned by the Heavens. That’s what he saw. That’s what he thought. But, it wasn’t the truth. “Actions speak louder than words, (Y/N). Allow me to reveal my secrets and I shall uncover yours whileI do”, he purred zealously against your lips. Heaving sighs and swallowed whines marked the beginning of your symphony. Fierce, passionate and feverish were his lips against your own while his tongue stole away the last bit of your sanity. You trembled softly in his arms, hands clenching his arms before wrapping around his neck, whimpering wantonly when he broke the kiss, only wanting to taste more of him. His tongue teased the seams of your plump lips once again, leaving you reeling with your mouth open, waiting for him to claim you in an inexorable dance which left you breathless and writhing. “Mitsu…!”, you mewled in frustration and frowned. “Patience, angel. Good things come to those who wait.” He hummed with a suggestive smirk. You could see it in his eyes. He was at his limit. Your silver-haired kitsune was now the epitome of unbridled lust and… love. Brimming foxfire threatened to set you both ablaze, a fleeting thought crossed your mind. You would die happy in his love, drowning in his affection and his infinite yearning that clawed for your heart. It was the truth that you hid and that he finally unveiled. It was already his, yet this was a preamble to Mitsuhide's vow to claim your body. “Mitsuhide… what are you doing?” you barely managed to croak under the weight of your deepened desires. Just like water on firestone, his tongue languidly careened over your silky flesh, drinking in all the love you had to give, coaxing a rising storm of pleasure within you. Mitsuhide’s long fingers traveled from your shoulders, sliding the sleeves of your kimono down your arms, unwrapping you with such refined dexterity. “I have just begun yet your body is quivering for my attention, (Y/N). What do you think I must do when my angel desires me so blatantly?” he began to suck loudly on your collarbone, slowly dipping down to your breast. “Hm… I shall stop and wait for your instructions since you do not seem pleased.” While he remained positioned above your chest, his smile stretched from ear to ear as he tugged on the edge of your sleeves, allowing you to pull your arms out of them and exposing your perked up breasts to him. “Do you always have to tease me like this?” a long exhale pushed through your lips, sounding exceptionally dreamy and satisfied rather than the exasperated tone you intended. “I was not aware that this was a trial regarding my innocent and pure intentions towards you, love.” His rich baritone resounded with a deep laugh while his hands cupped both your breasts, caressing your flesh ever so lightly. “Do you expect me not to treasure these dusky jewels that you offer me so willingly?” His thumbs grazed over your nipples with cruel softness, eliciting a loud hiss from you. “It’s… I don’t mind… I want you to.” “What is it that you wish for, love?” “You can do what you want, Mitsuhide… I won’t stop you.” “Oh… Well, I would like to inquire on what it is that you wish me to do. Aligning on expectations is a crucial part of what I do, (Y/N). You are more than aware of that.” “I’m aware that your cock is rock hard and pressing against my thigh, Mitsuhide. I know that you’re barely able to control yourself and God knows that I want a taste of you. Just… You can… fuck me.” Your hands slowly slid to his neck, brushing softly over the column of his throat and caressing the tender skin behind his ear before reaching inside his kimono to touch his chest. "God, Mitsuhide… I want more.... Give me more." He was a masterpiece of masculinity that you wanted to consume every inch of. But the silver kitsune clearly had other plans. A dichotomic smile hooked the corner of his lips, sensual yet devastatingly serene. “I could never say no to you, my angel. However, I’m afraid I can accommodate such requests only to a certain degree and as I deem fit.” Mitsuhide meticulously hunkered, catching one of your beaded nipples while his fingers played at your obi, ridding you of the weight constricting your breathing, of any barrier between your body and his. His tongue slithered around the sensitive bud before sucking on it gently, sliding every bit of fabric from under you, leaving you completely bare to his salacious gluttony. The dim light of the candles cast undulating shadows on your writhing body, contorting under Mitsuhide’s. Your burned for him and every breath he stole from you, every electrifying touch of your skin, every breath of his lips brought you closer to a release that would shatter her world. Leaving a trail of blemishes over your skin, your body unravelling beneath him, a canvas purposely marked, staking his claim to all the places he had been, a sacred oath to the plains and meadows yet to be explored and ravaged by the kitsune’s fervent touch. The languorous and sultry sweeps of his tongue on your chest and abdomen impeding the steady ebb and flow of sensations washing over you into a tumultuous abyss of ravaging pure bliss. “I was thinking of making love to you, from now on.” His words were pregnant with meaning and his voice was oozing with blissful implications. Was that a confession? Your heartbeat quickened as the blood began to rush through your veins, the quivering of your legs more visible and the rocking of your hips grew more urgent as you grind your center on his knee. You were so close and he was adamant on bringing you over the edge. Or, that’s what you believed. “(Y/N), your pleasure is mine and you shall only taste it until I tell you so.“ Slender fingers twisted in his silver tresses, pulling on them when the words falling from his lips overcame you like a jolt to your body. He clicked his tongue derisively as you tightened your hold on him. The questioning look he cast your way was enough to have you untangle your grip from his silver tresses, allowing him to rouse from his crouched position and separate you from the only source of friction you could use. “I fear that I cannot allow you to do as you please, (Y/N). Leave it all to me.” He drawled while he gathered your obi in one hand, lifting one of your arms above your head and then the other, joining your wrists together. “No! Stop it! I want to be able to touch you! You can’t do this!” you contested roughly, wriggling and thrashing under his domineering hold. “Be still, (Y/N).”His husky tone turned severe, cutting through your useless protest. “You will do as I say or I will leave you hanging.” He began tying your fragile wrists with your obi, securing your hands above you and out of his reach. You knew Mitsuhide well and his intentions. He only acted out of your own interest and sought only your pleasure, not control over you. He always did everything… just for you. "Mitsuhide… Just give me… give me what we both want! "you panted, voice barely recognizable, deeper than it usually was, dripping with untamed lust. The underlying threat and possibility of him denying you your promised release drove you mad. “I despise you.” “Such hateful words for a woman in such a compromising position, love.” He slowly began undressing, loosening the fabric that covered the ropes of tight sinew that blessed his body and unceremoniously tossing the nuisance away. His chiseled chest that you had bruised with your kisses so many times before, the body that you ached to worship.   ----- Final Part will be posted tomorrow! <3 Hope you enjoyed it so far! Edit: Here’s the Final Part ^~^  If you enjoy my work,  Please feel free to like/reblog and leave comments/feedback!  💜  Masterlist

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Trial and Error - Sasuhina Month 2020 - Day 15

@sasuhinamonth

You’re everything I’ve never believed in.

He saw his fiance surreptitiously pull up the strap of her fuschia bodycon dress that kept sliding off her narrow shoulders. Knowing her and the colours she usually wore, it was quite obvious that the dress was borrowed. That colour on her pale skin was horrendous, and he was sure it hurt his eyes to even look directly at it. But the way the fabric moulded to her figure was exceptionally tantalizing. It was also remarkable that the usually stoic and no-nonsense Hyuuga Hiashi had not burst a nerve and ordered her to change her attire.

He was also quite proud of himself for maintaining his control and not dragging her off to some corner to tear her dress off of her body. That would gratify him on two wholly different levels. He looked around the table and found that almost everyone had their eyes away from the bright pink beacon sitting opposite to him. He reckoned it was probably to save her from the embarrassment.

She looked fidgety and uncomfortable too, but he understood that this was her way of rebelling.

Hyuuga Hinata was the opposite of everything he believed in. And oddly, that made her more endearing and charming to him.

She did not believe in cruel words or hurtful actions. While most people with their kind of money believed in solely the act of donating money for charitable causes, Hinata believed in lending a literal helping hand. She was the epitome of kindness and calm. And here she was, doing everything in her own quiet yet determined way to make him dislike her and break off the engagement. But little did she know that she was failing horribly. He liked her inspite of her dress, hair and unusually heavy makeup.

-

Uchiha Mikoto ran a gentle hand over the short tresses of Hinata that fell to her chin.

“Hmm… You’ve got a new hairstyle I see…”, she commented with a faint bit of suspicion.

Hinata tried her best not to flinch at the way her eyes narrowed. His fiance’s mother had always been nice to her, and she genuinely liked the woman. So it was not an easy decision for her to purposely make her feel disappointed.

“That’s quite strange… I could swear I spoke about how Sasuke likes long hair on women on our last dinner two weeks back.”

“Ah, d-did we? It must have slipped my mind… This is just something I’m trying for summer.”, Hinata lied through her teeth while running her fingers through her hair.

“Oh, that’s… okay… I guess… I don’t think it will grow back much in 8 weeks for the wedding though.”, Mikoto said. “But it’s alright… You look very pretty either way!”

Hinata slumped a little, worrying if she should have indeed shaved the left side of her head off like Tenten had suggested. But she had been too much of a chicken to try something so drastic. And her father would have probably had her head on a platter or something. She had already upset him with her garrish choice of dress tonight. And guessing by the many stern looks he had directed her way, she was undoubtedly going to be reprimanded after their guests departed.

She looked up from her barely eaten plate of food, to see Sasuke looking at her while hiding his smirk behind his wine glass. Immediately, she looked away hoping that she was closer to her end goal, instead of falling for her fiance’s charm.

“Will there be any changes to the living arrangements after the wedding? I’m assuming they will move into the family residence?”, Hiashi asked Fugaku. He based his presumptions on the fact that Itachi was also living with his parents post marriage. And Sasuke’s bachelor pad was not ideal for starting a newly married life.

“Oh yes, I’ve already asked Mikoto to get the eastern suite ready for the-”

“I’m already looking at some properties for the two of us to move in.”, Sasuke interrupted his father, shocking almost everyone in the room. 

“W-What do you mean you’re looking? You must stay with us.”, Fugaku insisted sharply.

Mikoto looked warily at the two of them. The father-son duo locked horns quite frequently, and she wanted to avoid any nasty confrontation in front of the Hyuugas.

But Sasuke just shook his head and explained, “That’s non negotiable. We will need our privacy. I’m sure you know how newlyweds can be.”

Hinata was shocked to hear such a shameless statement from him in front of both their parents. She wanted to hide under the table to save herself from exploding from all the embarrassment. 

Fugaku was enraged at his son’s easy dismissal of his decision. But one look from Mikoto had him press his lips together in disapproval.

Thankfully, even if all the occupants at the table were thinking something, they sure didn’t say anything. The rest of the dinner was a very quiet affair. An uncomfortably quiet affair.

-

“Izumi, if you don’t mind, can I steal my fiance away for a few minutes?”, Sasuke interrupted the two ladies who seemed to get along well.

“Ah, of course… Steal her away… I’m sure she has had enough of my pregnancy chatter anyway.”, the six month old pregnant wife of his older brother replied genially.

Sasuke took Hinata by the elbows and gently pulled her away to the massive patio overlooking the gardens. He could feel half hearted reluctance in every fibre of her body, but he knew she would not voice out her feelings openly. And he was also sure that she was slowly warming up to him, even as she tried to push him away with her futile actions.

Sasuke pushed her lightly against a wide pillar, so that they would be away from plain sight. 

“Hey.”

“H-Hi.”

“How are you, Hinata?”

She shuddered involuntarily at the way he said her name. The smirk on his face told her that the bastard knew the effect he had on her. She was horrified at how her own body betrayed her.

“Fine. I’m fine.”, she cleared her throat. “And you?”

He nodded wordlessly with a wicked tightlipped grin. And asked her another question, “What are you trying to do, Hinata?”

She shrugged and tried to appear innocent. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled and bent down so that their faces were at the same level. “I think I’ll go blind if I look at you long enough in that dress.”

She took a slow calming breath, afraid that any sudden movement will make their faces even closer. “Then… Maybe you shouldn’t look.”

“Ah, I’d prefer going blind instead.”

Her wide gray eyes reminded him of frosted glass with the barest hint of lavender. And her blushing cheeks were tempting enough to take a bite of. He gulped audibly realising the terrifying intensity of the pull this woman had on him.

“That would just prove to be contradictory.”, she quipped as soon as she regained her bearings.

Sasuke shook his head without trying to argue with her. He lifted a wayward strand of her smooth glossy hair and tucked it behind her ears before trailing the finger down her jaw to grip her chin gently.

“Stop trying to push me away Hyuuga Hinata. I won’t budge so easily.”

“Why not?”, she asked him with a frown on her face. “I’m not sure you even like me enough to go through with this marriage.”

He made a humming noise as if he was thinking about it. “I like you enough…. And I’m sure I have told you that before.”

She folded her arms as if she could shield herself from the pull she felt every time he stood close. “I’m not going to be an easy woman to manipulate.”

“Sure.”

“In fact, I think it is a good idea to live away from your family… It will be convenient for us to stay in separate bedrooms and carry on with our lives without any needless intrusion.”, she commented in a haughty manner, hoping to disappoint him.

“I intend to fulfill my marital duties to the fullest extent Hinata… That means I will have you in my bed every night. No separate bedrooms.”

She gasped loudly and looked at him with absolute consternation. “Y-you…. You mean you will force yourself on me??!!”

“Ofcourse not.”, now it was Sasuke’s turn to offended. “You will beg me to touch you.”, he said with a serious and confident expression.

Hinata stared back at him with some frustration and a certain hint of desire. She had never before felt so turned on by such blatant expression of self confidence in a man. But she forced herself to push those dangerous feelings away.

“You’ve lost your mind… I-If you think I will do anything of that sort.”

Sasuke laughed at her accusation. She was completely flustered and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“I haven’t lost my mind Hinata. Not yet. But I’m hoping I will... With you…. For you.”

And with that he had managed to render her speechless. She did not even resist him when he leaned in to kiss her softly.

Maybe there was hope for him, after all.

x

a/n: Doesn’t really match the prompt perfectly, but this is just how the story flowed when I got down to writing it. Also, apologies for the delay.

[intricate-oeuvre]

On how to be deadly || Geralt of Rivia || part VI

Word count: 2.4k+

Summary: Axelia is Witcher experiment herself and has gone through same harsh Trials as Geralt, but she wasn’t so lucky with the outcome. Her vision didn’t become better. Therefore, she was rendered blind in the end. And because of that, she solely uses her Witcher senses to make her ways. Only potions can give her false sense of sight for limited time.Somewhere along the way she meets the Rivian. Who’s interested to know how she’s been killing monsters and hasn’t been killed herself yet.

Warnings: nothing, angst, fighting.

A/N: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CLOSE I WAS TO WRITING THAT AXELIA GOES FOR JASKIER IN THE END!!! 

part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

Some years later

*time skip brought to you by Jaskier’s lute solo*

Axelia was standing on the rampart of the city. Her eyes once again hiding behind the tulle blindfold. Her straight hair was kept in high ponytail, letting it billow behind her back as she looked upon the city. It was one of those times where she didn’t know why she was here. Alright, she knew what was the reason of her being here, but she couldn’t explain what drove her to come here, what made her choose this clientele.

She knew perfectly well that Geralt was here, but she had somehow efficiently avoided him. For now. It wasn’t that she needed to exhort herself much, because Geralt wasn’t alone. He had travelled here with Jaskier and Yennefer. For whatever reason unknown to Axelia. She was standing on the fortified wall, it’s elevation letting her observe bigger part of the community. Wind blew the small tresses of the hair at her temple around her face, sending small shiver down her spine. With deep sigh she pulled over large hood and continued her watch.

As it always was in these kinds of moments, where she could practically feel him near, memories came crushing back. Somehow his name was always on the tip of her tongue, leaving bitter taste in her mouth. Sending unwelcomed shiver down her spine, leaving her feeling cold. Which only reminded her of all those winter nights back at Kaer Morhen. Where she had shared the bed with white-haired witcher, basking in each other’s warmth as winter winds tore around the stone walls of the School of Wolf. Now she spent those cold winters alone, not even thinking about returning to the school anymore. She didn’t need anymore reminders of better days.

“Maybe next spring.” Axelia had mumbled as she had been laying on his chest.

“Spring?” Geralt had asked, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

“Yes. I could leave with you.” Axelia looked up at him.

“You have some training to finish.” Geralt said, looking down at her and running his hand through her long hair.

“I promise you that I will finish it by spring.” Axelia said, eagerly leaning on her elbows and looking at Geralt. He tilted his head back to look in her eyes, that seemed to shine with excitement. That kind of excitement that he wasn’t sure if he could fuel it more.

He settled with: “I don’t doubt it.”

“So, I can leave with you.” Axelia trailed off.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you didn’t say no either.” Axelia raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hm.” Geralt hummed, looking away as small smile was playing on his lips.

And yet, she went nowhere. Finished her training and went nowhere. Rotted in Kaer Morhen for two winters. Alone. With no explanations. With broken heart. Just to learn later in life that she’s meant to fall in love with someone who doesn’t love her back. Axelia had went to mages and sorceresses to undo whatever misfortune had been bestow upon her. Tried to find djinn herself, but with out luck. All she had learned from that wasted time, was that Geralt and herself were soulmates. That Geralt was the love of her life. Geralt’s was Yennefer’s and hers- Geralt. He was never meant to love her. All his love was reserved for Yennefer. And that was enough to kill her. And that was Axelia’s lesson on how to be deadly.

Axelia’s and Geralt’s paths had crossed again unknowingly to him. He was far too distracted by Yennefer who was at his side. Company of three was joined by another figure. Thus, making Axelia slightly furrow her brows until realization dawned upon her. Must be Ciri, as much as Axelia could tell by the white hair and swords that adored girl’s back. She watched them exchange pleasantries, but didn’t dwell on it for long, her unsightful eyes drifting along the buildings. She was here for a job, she needed coin. Finishing that, she could leave again and continue running away from him. She’ll mostly likely will have to wait out till the nightfall, when they’ll settle for the night in some inn. Then Axelia will have chance to do her job. She must have been in deep thought because, she hadn’t noticed that one of the bunch had disappeared. Her eyes jumped from one building to next, from one market stall to another. But the hair at the back of her neck raised and she felt Jaskier approach her even before she could see him. She took off her hood and snugly pulled it around her neck.

“You really don’t hide much when Yennefer is around him, huh.” Jaskier trailed off behind her.

“It’s because he’s distracted by her and nothing else matters to him at that point.” Axelia explained, letting her eyes roam along the horizon where town blurred together.

“Hello, Jaskier.” Axelia finally greeted him and took off her blindfold, tucking it behind her belt.

“Hello, Axelia.” Jaskier greeted her softly, now standing beside her and looking down at the city.

“Why are you here?” Bard asked, smirk playing on his lips.

“You know damn perfectly well, why I’m here.” Axelia rolled her eyes. Jaskier chuckled and looked down where Geralt was standing with two women.

“Why is he here?” Axelia asked as she crossed her hands on her chest.

“Him and Yennefer are meeting up with Ciri, as you can see.” Bard mimicked her movement, but one hand resting against his chin.

“Hm.” Axelia hummed. Comfortable silence setting in-between them. In the last couple of years, Axelia had grown to tolerate the bard. Using him to gain information on Geralt, without even meeting the witcher.

“How did you find me?” Axelia putted most of her weight on her right leg.

“You don’t really hide when Yennifer is around.” Jaskier repeated from earlier. Axelia furrowed her brows, was he looking for her? She turned to him, that weird ‘what the fuck do you mean’ look on her face.

“Look, you have strikingly white long hair. And I caught a glimpse of it when you were climbing up the stairs of the wall.” Jaskier shrugged, waving his hand in the air. “And I don’t really know anyone else besides Geralt and Ciri who would have that kind of hair, so.”

“You aren’t really subtle.” He smirked.

“I’m blind, Jaskier.” Axelia hissed at him, getting annoyed.

“Now, now. Don’t look for blame. You didn’t turn blind just yesterday.” Bard countered. This made girl in front of him think about how Geralt dealt with his ever going bantering.

“How is he?” Axelia asked with a sigh and turned to look over the city again.

“Missing you, but he didn’t say that.” Jaskier explained.

“Then how do you know?” Axelia tried to ask in levelled tone.

“I have written enough ballads about love to know when someone is missing somebody.” Jaskier explained, feigning hurt of his talent.

“It’s not love, Jaskier. He loves Yennefer and Ciri, not me.” Axelia explained, her voice growing smaller by every word.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Jaskier rolled his eyes at her. Axelia turned her head to look at him, but he didn’t notice that.

“Well, I got to go back. Nice meeting you, again.” Jaskier pointed behind himself as he turned to leave.

“I’ll go with you.” Axelia said without missing a beat.

“What?” Jaskier turned around, his eyebrows skyrocketing.

“I want to see close up the one who has stolen his heart before I could.” Axelia shrugged, putting the blindfold back on.

“I—Umm… Is that a good idea?” Jaskier scratched the back of his neck.

“Calm down. You don’t have to do anything.” Axelia hummed.

“I’m not going to stay for long, just walk with you down there, take one look at her, and without a word, walk away.” Axelia gave her plan.

“Yen will ask about you.”  Jaskier gave her a side glance.

“Think of something. Your artistic flair will help you with that.” Axelia said, turning to walk for the stairs.

“Are you coming?” She stopped briefly, waiting for the bard to follow.

Geralt was standing near the inn, Yennefer on his left while he was talking with Ciri and catching up with whatever that has been going on and what was to happen next. His voice was even as ever until he felt it. The scent. He furrowed his brows.

“What is it?” Yennefer asked upon noticing the change in him.

“Nothing.” Geralt said, standing taller as his eyes started to roam around.

And there she was. Walking in step with Jaskier who seemed fidgety as ever. They both seemed to talk about something. Geralt observed how her ponytail swung behind her on every step she took, or how that blindfold that he hated so much was contrasting with white strands that framed her face. He revelled in her stance, she always seemed determined about her steps even if she didn’t see; she seemed taller or maybe she just held herself differently, even thought that she was still shorter than Jaskier and himself. Part of him thought that she was happier, even after that last revelation at that little house. Her face was adorned with smile, almost laughing at whatever Jaskier had said to her just now. But that scent of hers… made his head spin.

Yennefer and Ciri only stared at her, not uttering a word.

Before both of them could reach the company, Axelia stopped the bard, making him look at her.

Geralt followed all her movements. The way she looked up at Jaskier while talking to him and sending a small smile towards him, while to bard nodded in agreement. With small laugh she patted his shoulder and continued her path. Walking past company and not even looking back. Geralt’s head turning to follow her.

“Who was that, Jaskier?” Ciri teased the bard. Jaskier’s eyes grew big with fear as he was giving negative hand gestures so not to affiliate her with him.

“Alright then?” Ciri raised questioning eyebrow at him.

“Geralt?” Yennefer asked when she noticed that the witcher’s mood had changed.

“Why is she here, Jaskier?” Geralt asked as his head snapped at the bard, completely ignoring Yen’s question. Bard’s expression changed from fear to blatant irritation:

“You know why, Geralt.”

They had been doing this dance for years now, and Jaskier still couldn’t understand why Geralt asked this. With narrow of his eyes, bard doubled over, that way leaning closer to Witcher, and mouthed: crossed paths again, eh. Which earned the bard a punch in his shoulder.

“Hey, what did I do?!” he grabbed at his shoulder. “It’s not like I ask her to come here!” He raised his hands up in surrender.

Meanwhile Axelia was walking away, faintly feeling the scent of Roach, small smile gracing her lips at that. She was sure that Geralt would follow her, even if it meant to ask how she was. But she had no intention to linger nearby. She just wanted to look at this Yennefer who had stolen Geralt’s heart. And she did, now she could leave before the witcher will catch up with her.

Walking a bit faster, Axelia made it out of the small town. Tying the blindfold and putting on the hood, with quick strides she walked the empty road. It seemed that as of late wind and murky clouds were constant partners in her wanderings. Hearing steps behind her, she couldn’t stop her heart from racing. She knew it was him, without a doubt. No one in their right mind would ever sneak upon a witcher. And armed at that. Picking up her pace she walked faster, full with blind hope that he will stop and let her be. She had no problem walking past him if he was distracted by something else. But being alone with him, and right now, was something entirely different.

“Axelia!” she could hear Geralt behind her as he tried to keep up with her.

“Fuck off!” She threw angrily over the shoulder. Tears were starting to gather in her eyes, yet she didn’t know if they were from anger and frustration or from sadness and her broken heart.

“Stop!” Geralt didn’t relent, catching up with her.

“No, forget it! Everything!” she screamed at him as she grabbed the sword from her back and hurled it behind herself. It went coiling through air.

“Fuck!” Geralt groaned as the sword uncontrollably flew past him, missing by a rough inch. Losing her sword made her move faster, and she went into a full-blown sprint.

“Are you kidding me?!” Geralt groaned displeased by her action.

For a split second, Axelia thought that she had managed to get away from him, that he maybe stopped his pursuit. But the sudden jolting pain in the back of her ribs told her otherwise. And now both of them, Axelia and Geralt, were plummeting down in the grass.

“Get off of me!” Axelia yelled at him and kicked him in the chest. Rolling on her stomach she tried to crawl away and get up, but Geralt yanked on her ankle, sending her face first in the ground. Next second Geralt was on top of her, trying to pin her hands down. With furrowed brows she headbutted him in the nose, male witcher letting out a grunt of pain.

Both of them tumbling in the grass every so often.

“Stop being a child!” Geralt bellowed at her.

“I’m not being a child!” Axelia screamed at him, biting his hand and trying to crawl away again.

“Can you stop that!” Geralt had stood up and grabbed her by the back of her cloak, trying to pull her up. The pull around her neck, made her bite her lip until it started to bleed. But she quickly reached to untie it and slipped out of it. Briefly tripping in the grass she stood up to dash away again. With grunt Geralt went for her again. With swift blow in her side, he brought her down, finally managing to pin her down with all of his weight.

Meanwhile, Jaskier, Yennefer and Ciri were standing at the edge of the town and looking how two silver-haired witchers were fighting each other. Dropping in the grass from time to time and kicking each other and yelling and screaming.

“Oh, this is definitely my next song.” Jaskier mumbled upon watching the disastrous scene.

“White Wolf versus She-Wolf… or something along those lines.” He said tapping his chin.

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part I || part II || part III || part IV || part V || part VI || part VII || part VIII || part IX || part X || part XI || part XII || part XIII | Epilogue

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader Part 3

Warnings for mild language. Vevmis is not so good when it comes to other humans.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5

Warning: mild language and threats

The Underestimated Part 3

The spiders dangled around the size of hounds in his dreams, watching with their many eyes in the void of their home.

Their home - his once - had been for his brothers, the blade for the morning shadow, he had fought with him for carnage, but now he was a traitor, stood beneath them with their fangs sharpened.

He was supposed to be here in the afterlife - or what was an afterlife in the eyes of his kind - yet Vevmis knew it as one, purple light softly glowing through the cave as whatever lurked grew close.

His sister was there, his mother too, all in shapes of spides, and the people he had known his long life too, some in the forms of arachnids and driders; some who had judged and betrayed him just as much as he had too.

His family and his blade stood before him in a circle, blades sharpened with the crimson crescent in the hilt. He had on their armour in shame and now dwelled where the light races did.

They did not speak to another nor to him, but the judgement was clear in their eyes at the way they looked down upon him. He was never like one of them; their black sclera and red eyes were one of the main reasons in contrast.

He was just surviving, surviving for all his life with the people who he didn't even feel pride for. His blood - informers to one another - were no different from him.

Before him, the circle tightened, and he stood in their trial, awaiting their verdict. The ground dampened like water soaking through the soils, Vevmis could feel the black water seep into his bare skin, the ground shaking with every step of something.

Before him, the drider goddess stood in all her grandeur, the Mother herself of destruction and the presage of chaos, she crawled her way through to stand before him, eyes glowing with rubies attached above her many eyes.

"They speak of your verdict, Vevmis, son of Orgolldiirn. Your fate has been already sealed."

He had awoken to pain in his stomach and rainwater dripping in his eyes, he had scrambled and crawled away to hide and throw everything up in his stomach into the dirt; nothing but clear bile being there but the pain had disappeared.

His skin was raw and senseless, the cold of the outside was something he would be used to, but he and his companion had run out of coin easily and meant it was more difficult to find places above inns to stay in.

His obsidian skin was sweating as he fanned himself, coming back to the area they had been sleeping in, the fires numbingly bitter now that they were dimmed out.

From this angle, Vevmis could see you, sleeping soundly with no noise coming from you. He was lucky he had been trained in the art of stealth and you hadn't been awoken to him throwing up everywhere.

No, he didn't want to seem weak in front of you, that had happened already, and never again.

He had been exposed back then, and he didn't like that one bit, and Vevmis was always for himself and no-one else.

He ran his shaking hands through his silver tresses, wet from droplets but not enough to soak him to the bone. His dreams were vivid, and although elves of both dark and light in counterpart didn't exactly sleep the same way as humans did, he was certain that what he had had was more of a nightmare.

He couldn't stir away from the feeling of being watched, even now when he closed his eyes. It felt everyone was to be against him more so than they already were.

And now, he wasn't alone, he couldn't just run away and not think of it, he was with another mind and body, someone who thought just as much for survival as he did.

Vevmis watched you more and more, watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took; tenderly reminding him of what it felt like to be at peace with oneself.

He was seemingly fascinated by your wit and ways of surviving - although, he had been better - and never once did he think that someone like you could make him feel weak.

It was better than a feeling of being weak in front of an enemy. Vevmis had thought so when he had met you when you had saved him and took him into an odd place and part of a land that wouldn't accept him.

He was certain you were insane, but he knew that something about you was not drawing him away, but closer.

He admired you, he admitted to himself, and although he was familiar with the females of his kind, he had certainly not been familiar with humans before.

He had been told since a youngling by crone mothers and high priests of how bad humans were up top, how wild and animalistic they were, unaware of their presence's, he had been taught as a soldier, as a warrior, to kill and not question anything around him.

You stirred momentarily in your sleep, lying facing him and with such a peaceful look on your face. He had seen that face look at him with disgust, then tolerance, then... could it be understanding?

He poked at the fires once more, heat coming to life as he watched the flames. Tomorrow they would keep onwards until they would be near to your settlement, and after months of being on the run, travelling and hiding, living in not knowing they would make another day, you would be home, but Vevmis wouldn't.

He told himself to go back to sleep, crawling closer to you and stroking a stray lock behind your ear. He relaxed at your heat, warmer and in many ways, warmer in regards others unlike himself.

Had his sister seen him now, she would've killed him for acting so soft.

But she was dead, and he wasn't. And now he could close his eyes, getting comfortable as he pulled you taut to his chest, enjoying how it felt to be in another's arms and be wanted. He kissed at your hairline one final time before a euphoric state overtook him.

Yes, he could slacken, and dream of anything but blackness.

You had been roused before he had, the rays of sunshine mixed with the muskiness of the rain had brought you to open your eyes, taking in your lighter surroundings.

Vevmis was asleep as usual, curled around you as you laid with your back pressed into him. You were careful to untangle yourself from him, slowly getting up and readying the horses you had stolen a few moons ago.

You needed food, and the nearest inn had been full of humans, but you were in hopes of hiding Vevmis in with a disguise.

Speaking of the dark elf, the two of you hadn't spoken of what had happened the time at the inn, and from the memories, you had of it, the areas he had his hands, it was all so much to not ignore.

There was a fire that hadn't been there before that had been kindled now within your core, and you were unsure (perhaps even terrified) to speak with Vevmis about it.

He spoke so lewd that day like he had ownership of you more than like a slave like you were his.

A coarse cough brought you to turn around to see said dark elf undressing right in front of you, with already unbuttoning his tunic to reveal his muscled torso to you.

You were very clearly aware of what was going on, but your eyes quickly averted to not look his way.

"Do I need to question why you're stripping?" You blurted, shielding your eyes elsewhere.

"There is a creak not too far from here, I'm sure you would prefer me not smelling like horse dung and more so like wildflowers." The dark elf grinned, his teeth stark white in comparison to his beautiful obsidian skin.

"Yes, the creak is not far, but I'm sure no trappers would want to see a dark elf roaming around nude in the early hours of the day!"

Vevmis rolled his eyes, "Let them gawk, there's nothing to hide, you've seen it all pet."

You were next to roll your eyes, an apparent shade of a deep blush reddening on your cheeks. "Yes–n-no– that's beside the point! Cover up!"

Vevmis flexed deliberately your way, making you to fully turn away from him when you heard the sound of buckles being unfastened and the sound of trousers being taken off.

"Vevmis, go now before someone sees you... or us." You directed.

You were alarmed at the feeling of two arms snake around your waist, being pulled flush into the broad and bare chest of the drow. "But I enjoy you being in my arms." He purred in your ear.

This is how it went, he flirted and flirted and nothing else would come of it, and it was deeply frustrating you more and more. It was if he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

Your head whipped back to face him. "I want you to go."

He gawked you when you turned back to him, lavender eyes blown completely wide for you to see how big his pupils were. Just him staring back at you was too intense.

You had to take a cautious step back from him, wary of what he would do next. "Okay pet, for your sake." He settled, moving past you to get down to where the creak was, leaving you to yourself.

You had to pull your eyes away when you looked down to see his bare behind.

You waited for his return and when he did come back was when the two of you set off. It was a bumpy ride at first, with nothing but one saddle and you riding and Vevmis close into your backside for the journey.

You were sure you would get saddle sore after a couple of minutes, the wind blowing and dancing around you, picking up strays of your messy hair and blowing it around you.

"You're slowing down. Must we take a rest or are you deciding on dropping us in a human territory again?" Vevmis questioned from closely in your ear.

"You know it will be bad for us if we do. But it seems it is the best thing to do. We have hardly any money to afford for a bed let alone money for food, we'll starve by tomorrow."

Some silence settled upon the two of you as you rode. You considered it would be good to not hear from the dark elf, but as the trees widened and something came into view, did Vevmis speak up once more.

"Up there." He pointed with his right, catching your eye to the first thing of smoke, lots of it swelling and coming out in large amounts. You saw a cot on the top of a morose hill, with small lands full of sheep and goats, a land full of flat grass and pale clouds in the sky.

"Think we could get somewhere to stay there?" You doubted first, manoeuvring the horse to go up the hill. The road was rough and bumpy but it managed to get you to the back of the cot, small yet homely.

You stationed yourself not too far to the doors, shielding Vevmis away from anyone who could come out and walk outside. "You stay here, don't create any noise."

"And what about you? You're practically trespassing." The dark elf scoffed, throwing over his hood to over part of his silver locks.

"Rich coming from you, Vevmis, but I think it would be best hearing from a human than an elf. Especially of one who hails from the Underdark."

"I won't be too long, the barn is somewhere I can get you to stay whilst I gather some food and then we'll be gone by the morrow."

"You're gonna kill them?" He grinned toothily, glimpsing towards the entry. "Or are they going to kill us in our sleep?"

"We'll have to see, the point is that you need to keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your tongue." You retorted.

Vevmis clicked his tongue. "Or my head."

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I know what I'm doing-" You would've continued had you felt something press into the back of your neck, something cold and sharp made your words halt in your throat.

"Give me one bloody good reason why I don't slit your throat right now?" A rough voice came from behind you, one that sounded so dangerously close to your ear, it made your mind go through a fight or flight response.

You were pressed into the back of someone's chest, the blade being moved from behind to the base of your jugular, your eyes landing on Vevmis as he had already grabbed a weapon, eyes narrowed into slits.

"What you doing travelling with a drow? A devil below grounds?" The disembodied voice gruffly spoke, pulling you back with a harsher grip.

The tense atmosphere was interrupted by another voice coming

"Wren! What in the name of the seven are you doing?"

"Get back inside, right now, Raelle!"

You had turned your head to get a glimpse of the female not too far from you, a young woman of maybe twenty-and-two, with eyes as green as moss and hair faded than rusted copper.

"We're looking for somewhere to stay, we mean no harm." Your voice came out rougher than expected, aware of the very knife very close to cutting you open.

Your eyes darted to your right, glaring. "Vevmis put the knife down." Said dark elf already had a dirk in hand, glowering menacingly from his spot on the saddle.

"Like hell, and what will the drow do? Skin me alive?" The voice of Wren argued.

"Like skinning a hare, it'll be that easy." Countered Vevmis with a cold stare.

This isn't helping our situation. You thought, the blade sticking deeper into your neck until you were certain it would break the skin.

"Let her go, Wren." Came the red-haired female, glancing nervously back and forth between the three of you.

Time passed with a great time, but you felt the grip on you loosen, finally, the blade was moving away from your throat and you were shoved back to your horse, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder from behind.

You knew it was Vevmis, his voice softly asking if you were okay. The last thing you wanted was to say you weren't and watch the massacre unfold. It was easier to lie.

"Thank you... I appreciate your mercy." You spoke up to the two, looking over to them. Wren was similar in looks to Raelle, the same copper hair colour but was shorter and his eyes were the colour of jade.

Both of them had pale skin and freckles on their face and arms, but Raelle seemed to have more. You quickly knew they must've been related.

"My brother is most rowdy when it comes to... visitors. Please, you must be tired and of the need for rest. You are most welcome to stay the night."

"Raelle," Wren warned with a hot temper. You caught glimpse of the kitchen knife in his grip.

"It would be more appreciative if offered. My friend and I have been travelling for many days, and require medicine." You spoke up, ignoring the way your stomach fluttered when you glanced back to Vevmis - who already had his eyes on you.

"We have medicine here! We were just preparing for supper, you are welcome to join us, we have quite the lot to share." Raelle smiled a broad grin, a shy girl that tried to keep the peace in comparison to her brother.

Wren was the opposite and frowned more than smiled, and all for the right reasons, but didn't say much afterwards.

The meal was awkward when it was time to eat, and you did feel bad for the siblings, for you were certain the very sight of seeing you and Vevmis scarfing down the food around you make you look like starved beasts.

But the food was unbelievable. Roasted mutton, winter squash and pigeon pie, with a selection of hard and soft cheeses and biscuits, dried and fresh fruit that varied in colours and sizes. You were astonished to find so much food for the winter when food was scarce.

Vevmis was consuming food as his life depended on it, juices from the mutton trickling down his chin but he paid no mind to wipe it off. Raelle gave a nervous giggle at the sight, watching the way the two of you hoarded the food on your plates.

Vevmis eyed the suspicious colourful fruit beside the cheese board, and when Raelle gave him an eager smile of encouragement, holding it up. "Here, try some! The dried apricot is delicious!"

Vevmis eyed the fruit as if it was poisoned, "I have never had... fruit before."

"Just as I suspected." Commented sourly by Wren, who was sat opposite you had barely touched his food. Vevmis watched as you took a piece of an apricot, the drow following as his face scrunched at the taste.

You were aware of the tension in the air of their home, but you played the fool, smiling gullibly to Raelle's harsh nudge to get him to hold his tongue.

"Where were you two travelling to?" Raelle asked after the passing of time simmered.

"My village. It's a few days away, but we have been most unfortunate of the raids. Vevmis and I met on... odd arrangements." You began, meeting eyes with the drow as you quickly looked back to Raelle.

"Wow, I have never met a drow before." Raelle marvelled, eyes gleaming with wonder as she stared at Vevmis. "Do you all live in darkness?"

"With spiders big as cats, they crave for blood." Vevmis chewed on some bread as he spoke nonchalantly. It made you wonder was he putting an awkward effect on him to make him seem more like a savage or did he lack in social skills.

He has been able to speak with me, maybe it is just men who are the awkward one? You thought, ignoring the way Raelle nervously giggled. "Do tell me," She directed her question back to you, "have you seen them? The drow?"

A cough was caught in the back of your throat, and you would've smacked some sense into the girl for coming out with such questions in front of a drow, but you quietly directed the subject to be on something else.

"I have seen orcs. Now, they're certainly something."

"My brother is wanting to marry me off to the neighbour, a brute of an orc but he has good ties to people elsewhere. He is rather tall too." She rambled.

"I fucking hate orcs." Vevmis growled low in his throat, "They're messy, in fights and hygiene."

"I'm most surprised to hear that," smirked Wren, holding his glass, "I thought your kind would be similar, existing in squab."

You don't know who went first to lunge, but you didn't expect Vevmis to practically crawl his way over to your side of the table, the small table knife in hand, holding it threateningly to Wren's throat.

"Say that again, boy, and I'll gut you like a fish."

"Wren!" Yelled Raelle.

"Vevmis, drop him. Fuck sake, lower the knife." You hissed, gripping at the same arm holding the knife in Vevmis' grip. The drow looked back on you, his gaze softening, before he reluctantly loosened his hold, finally moving away to stand from the table and storm out.

You three sat in your chair,s no-one daring to speak nor move. "Excuse me, I must go to collect him." You apologised, throwing your napkin to the floor as you hurried out after the dark elf.

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That could've gone better. You thought, the candlelight dimly failing to stay alight. Raelle had given you the barn to rest in for the night, but it wasn't exactly good for keeping the cold out; creeping inside where the flames keeping you warm were dying out.

You gazed out from the small cracked window, watching with no knowing what could be out there. It was dark so how could you see? You could only hope you would be able to get some sleep, even if it was for a few hours.

You had to gather Vevmis and persuade him to stay for a few more hours, promising him that you would leave straight before the sun rose. He was stubborn but he was able to listen.

Speaking of the dark elf, he was sat piled high around him with hay, sharpening his dagger with a stone that he found from outside, his words of 'using it on the pale boy in the morning'. You wanted to take his words as a joke.

"You know, glaring over there won't help our situation. We can barely go a few days without causing an uproar." You sighed.

Vevmis wasn't listening to your words, more so interested in his blade, which he didn't stop sharpening, the clicks of the metal causing something to irk inside your mind, something uncomfortable settling.

"Are you going to listen to me? I think it's sharp enough."

Still, he ignored you. You huffed, standing from your spot and marching your way to him. "Vevmis-"

"They want me dead." Were his words, a mere whisper.

You blinked back at his words, taken back as if you received a hard slap to the side of your face. "What? They might want you dead if you threaten them."

"I see them. My family, they're disappointed in me. They wish for my eventual demise." He confessed. "I won't be able to protect you."

You shuffled until you were sat next to him. "What do you mean? Where did you see them?"

"Why does it matter?" He scoffed. "I'll be dead either way. Killed by the humans up top or by my kind."

You listened carefully to his words, you could hear the pain in his words; he wanted to live. "You can't let their words harm you. You just have to live your life?"

Vevmis turned his head back to you as if contemplating but he seemed amused by something. "Your human life expectancy can't even compare in years to a drow's life. Yet, you all find soft wisdom in everything you see." A hand found itself pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Why?"

You didn't think you would be getting so dreary with Vevmis, talking about life with him and your tragic mortality. "It's what we have to do. Look at the bright side of life. It's our greatest misfortune, but we learn."

Vevmis scoffed at your words. "You sound like a human I knew once. A clergy."

You smiled. "You just have to live Vevmis. Live like every day is your last."

He scooted closer to you until you could smell the pine and firewood on his clothing, his breath on you keeping your neck warm. "How should I do so?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, searching for something in his eyes, and in this light, the lavender mixed with something you thought you had never seen before. They were mixed with a wine-red.

You were certain the words you were wanting to use were what he was looking for. "I think you know."

He captured your lips with his own, drowning you in his life, the life you didn' t know he had lived. He was everything, a flickering flame, a bloomed poisonous flower, he was the risk you wanted to take. A leap off the cliff and out into the undiscovered.

He kissed you and kissed you more, and nothing needed to be said between the two of you. It was lust, just peace that the two of you needed after so long. Two people who never knew would understand each other, finally coming to elongated peace.

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The Draconic Demon Within: Chapter 4: A Demon’s All-Consuming Rage

The Draconic Demon Within

Genres: Romance, Friendship/Family, Drama/Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, & New Adult Fanfiction

Vera's April 2018 Prompts: Soul, Empyrean, Savage, Memory, Trust, Fear, Unstoppable , Resilient, Supernatural (Implied) Lost (Implied) and Loathing.

Nalu Lovefest 2017 Prompts: Dreams

Nalu Week 2019 Prompts (Implied:) Lost, Curse, Trial, Treasure, Chance and possibly Bare.

Pairing: Nalu/EndLu,( Natsu x Lucy/ E.N.D. x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You have been warned!)

Summary: Now faced with the reality of who he is truly is, the son of Igneel must contend with the new darker instincts of his new demonic identity- all while navigating through his ever-growing, intense feelings for a particular celestial wizard. Originally a Submission (semi -au) for Nalu lovefest 2017 (on my previous celestialgeekmage account and now an entry for nalu week 2019 with chapter 3. (Also was on my earliest previous accounts of teamedwardjace/Twishadowhunter in the past. Also part of Vera's April 2018 prompt challenge from fic-writers appreciation on cosmicdragonwizard).

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Chapter 4: A Demon's All- Consuming Rage

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A/N: Hey guys, it's your girl back again with another installment of TTDW! Fun fact: Being temporarily off work for a few weeks due to pandemic has provided some extra free time to edit and posta new chapter for this fic ( which is on account of the temporary closures of public institutions, and public spaces along with non-essential businesses/services in Ontario-the Canadian province I'm from). This isn't to suggest I'm not without fear or concern about the pandemic or potential effects on global infrastructure but at least I'm mostly coping as best as anyone can at this time. Hope you guys are all too. ( A bit more on this in the A/N at the end of this chapter .) Anyway, hope that this chapter and my other fanfics along with those from amazing writers can help you all while stuck at home. All right, that's pretty much my whole spiel for now. Without further ado, here's Chapter 4 of TTDW-Enjoy! 

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"Your body is full of rage.

Every sinew. It is easy to read.

You speak volumes with a clenched fist."

( Paolo Bacigalupi: The Drowned Cities)

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"Seriously? Luce's alive?

That…. I can't...

A wave of overjoyed relief was washing over Natsu from the spectacular news about his best friend still breathing.

"Hear that Luce?!" He sobbed, not bothering to wipe the moisture from his eyes." You're alive and gonna be okay— Thank God! Really... don't ... know what I'd do without ya…," Scarlet-red eyes remained focused/trained on the face on the motionless angel in his arms.

"Pretty sure the guild and the rest of the people we know would be just as devastated if they lost such an incredible person and wizard . Glad you're okay either way though." Natsu's hands were stroking sweat-plastered strands of Lucy's hair back from her eyes with delicate care .

Really glad she's still in fact alive and kicking…

In that very moment , it was as if the world had fallen away; leaving just the two of them. Nothing else seemed to matter then . Not cold-blooded enemies in the room, or the recent battle just moments before; Not even E.n.d's unnerving metamorphosis. Just a dragon-demon and his most precious star with those subtle breaths, the visible rise and fall of her chest that somehow escaped any kind of major notice before.

Words can't even describe how relieved I am . Digits combed through Lucy's blonde tresses from crown to tip in a physical display of tender affection.

Hmm... Lucy's hair feels really nice. Natsu couldn't help but marvel at texture of her beneath his fingertips .Don't think I've ever stopped to fully appreciate it before .

"Gotta say that your hair feels really nice, Luce." Natsu voiced this innermost thoughts aloud; though his words were coming in soft. ."Smells real amazin' too."

Damn was the appealing fragrance of jasmine with a hint of cyclamen flooding his senses beyond intoxicating."like jasmine and that other flower we saw once— cyclamen, I think. . You've been using a new scented shampoo again, I see. Not that I'm complainin'."

"Psh—Listen to me" Natsu tacked on with a rueful chuckle that was still a bit thick from all that weeping before. " Gettin' all sentimental and crap. Hell... stripper would never even let me live it down if he heard . Still be damn proud of you though just like I am for how well you handled yourself in battle. Why don't we tell him all about it once you're awake and we're out of here?. Bet he'd like that . Till then, the two of us just need to sit tight and figure out our next move, okay?"

Wait ...

The fire demon's hands continued their fond movements- only for blood to freeze in his veins when noticing an unsightly contusion on Lucy's forehead; accented by a small gash just above her brow.

When did this happen? I swear those injuries hadn't there been seconds before .. .

Crimson eyes scanned his best friend's battered frame for further damage in alarm . My God... Natsu's breath caught in his throat at the sight of that line of discolorations on her legs . Not to mention all those scratches along with the small gash peeking out through the tattered remains of Lucy's Star dress .

"Oh Luce..." He sighed, remorseful voice breaking on her name. "Can see that you're in pretty rough shape right now. I'm so sorry. Honestly don't know how or why you had a delayed reaction to all the damage. But this wouldn't have happened if I only had grabbed you and run or got your spirits to transport you to their world, Hell— Maybe we could've both escaped and I could've helped kept you safe while figuring out this new demon form means for us together. Anyways, time to put pressure on your wound."

A hand tore a loose piece of fabric to apply pressure on the hemorrhaging wound. "See? You'll be okay . Gonnal get ya' all fixed up and good as new in no time ."

Damn Luce stills looks like an angel to me, Natsu mused in reverent admiration . Even with those injuries...

"Ooh- how cute!" Jackal's dervisie voice cut  through  the other demon’s reverie; whose arms automatically protectively tightened around Lucy's frame out of fierce instinct-automatic without a second though. Not to mention those two pair of eyes he could sense that set him on edge."

"Aw Damn." Jackal broke in again with a gleeful taunt that bordered on sadistic."That poor,pretty girl of you is covered in ugly bruises and scratches, Dragneel."

That little ...

Natsu's head automatically snapped around to meet Jackal with a baleful snarl. Damn was that all that black rage roaring in his veins all too consuming.

"There's that growling again" Jackal cackled, clearly unfazed at by the alpha demon's bared canines ." Bared fangs and what not. Such a shame what happened to Blondie here , or is it? You really did a number on her, huh Tempester?"

"Huh," Tempester mused, bland disinterest colouring his tone."it seems I did . Kind of forgot that my curses can sometimes have o delayed side effects on people . Who knows? That pathetic wrench might even have internal bleeding.

"You goddamned bastard!" The flame- eater raged, fury boiling over. "Lucy ain't pathetic or some kind of toy to play with ... God.. All those injuries… are you fault and . I swear that You're both gonna pay for what you did to her!"

"Oh-You think so?" Jackal scoffed with let out another infantilizing laugh —beyond infuriating .

"Someone's rattled." Tempster pointed out, listless eyes trained on the stone-brick wall ahead. "Unfortunate."

"You don't say," Jackal deadpanned, with a disdainful roll of the eyes ."But Seriously Though , E.N.D, do you even hear yourself? .I mean getting all riled up over a human girl in that way —talk about pathetic. Sure said girl is extremely beautiful with a killer bod and feisty personality to boot—I'll give you that. But is she worth losing your cool over or fraternizing with? I don't think so and neither should you . God knows all that pent up rage and aggression would be far more suited for another cause. Not to mention, you'd better off without her life tainting your judgement and hindering your full potential as the most powerful of all etherious. So let's resolve this, shall we? Hand over the celestial wizard and I'll gladly dispose of her for you . Sound good?"

" 'Sound good?'Sound Good?!’ Are you kidding me?"!

Good God did those last words only serve to incense the snarling dragon further.

" There's no way in hell I'm gonna give Lucy up or let either of you touch her!"

"Come on Dragneel-be reasonable."

"No-rot in hell!"

"Oh honestly E.N.D.-"

"My name is Natsu!"

"Well okay then, Natsu— Just calm down ." Jackal's couldn't seem to resist reprimanding the fire demon; as if he were some errant child pitching a fit ."You're being ridiculous. Anyways, tell you what. I promise to make her death as qui-"

"Shut up!"

" Quick and mostly painless..."

"I said shut up!" En.d's voice rose to an ear-splitting roar that could've struck terror into the hearts of the gods themselves. "Try anything on her and I swear I'll kill you!"

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To Be Continued

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A/N: Well that's Chapter 4 folks- hope you enjoyed! Now a bit more about the pandemic situation in Ontario . Like many other provinces and countries around the world,, the government of Ontario has opted to shut down/ temporarily close non-essential services, businesses, public spaces and institutions to help curb the spread of the virus for a few weeks (or more) before spring break. Such institutions include all schools and childcare centres/ services in those settings which applies to the childcare company I'm currently employed with. You know on account of most of their centres and programs being based in public schools. (Independently-run Daycares also remain closed. And yes i'm a ECE by trade for any who were wondering or didn't already). Schools and child cares were tentatively scheduled to reopen after April 5th; though the closures have been extended for another month (according to Doug Ford (the premier/leader of Ontario). Not ideal but at least it gives me some extra time for me to work on things alongside my writing(i.e editing upcoming chapters for fics and WIPS). All right folks, that's all I have to say on that subject.

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