#underneath the crooked moon with chuckles and friends

[bookishnewt]

Don't know why I didn't think about clipping the death visions before.

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[peterhollandkait]

I’m unbelievably bored right now 😫

Your post about asks brought me back to life (I’m eating skittles in my bed , dissociating from the world)

I feel like I could use a little fluffy Drabble. I miss summer so bad (we are having another snowstorm here tomorrow) , maybe you could write something around swimming and sunbathing with any of Pedro’s boys … hahaha

Sorry that’s the most unclear ask ever

I hope it’s okay that I wrote this for my children, Frankie and Sunny!! Sunny is the MC of my incoming Frankie fic “Everything I Know Leads Me Back To You” and I think you’re going to love her.

The Sun and Her Fish: A Frankie and Sunny Drabble

Frankie Morales x fem!reader/oc

Once in a blue moon, your apartment complex's pool would be free of swimmers and chatty neighbors. Today was one of those days. When you noticed the bare pool deck outside your window, you woke Frankie immediately, tossing his swim trunks at his face while you pulled on a bathing suit in your bathroom.

Frankie watched from his spot on the bed as you roamed about the room and apartment, putting together a tote with towels, sunscreen, your sunglasses, and various snacks. You had taken care of him the night previous, lulling him back to sleep from a particularly nasty nightmare with your cuddles and loving embrace (as well as his favorite lavender lotion). He felt terrible about waking you up, even though you always insisted it was no big deal, so he was thankful that you would be able to have some quiet time at the pool to lounge around after everything you've done for him.

"C'mon Morales," you teased. "Trunks on, let's go!" You gave him one last look before you grabbed your bag and made your way to the other side of the apartment.

When you reached the kitchen, you snuck a couple beer bottles into the bag even though the complex had a strict no-alcohol rule at the pool deck. You were willing to break the rules for Frankie though, and you knew he would appreciate it when he found them in your bag later.

Frankie appeared in the hallway as you pulled on your sandals, smiling at you. "Ready for the sunshine, mi girasol?"

You grinned back at him, tugging the bag over your shoulder. "You bet I am, mi amor."

Frankie chuckled and slipped on his beat up sandals before he followed you out the door and down to the poolside.

"How long do you think it'll take for the pool to fill up once everyone realizes it's empty?" You inquired, turning to look at your best friend as you walked.

"Hopefully we'll get a couple hours," he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You're going to get in the pool, right? It'll be good for you." You pulled away briefly to unlock the gate, stepping inside to let him through.

"I dunno..." Frankie hesitated. "I don't think so. I'd rather sit and relax, mi amor."

-

"Frankie, c'mon," you whined, leaning against the concrete from inside the pool.

"Hermosa," he shook his head, chuckling at you. "I don't want to get in the pool. It's nice up here in the shade."

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up and out of the pool. "Francisco, I swear to god. Get your ass in the pool, soldier!” You huffed, hands falling to your hips as you scowled at him.

When he didn’t move, you stomped over to him like a child, grabbing for his hands to pull him up and out of the lounge chair. But Frankie had other ideas. He tugged you toward him, causing you to lose your footing and fall into his lap with an “oof.” He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer as he chuckled.

“You play dirty,” you mumbled into his skin, head rested in the crook between his shoulder and neck. You took in the scent of him, banana boat sunscreen with a hint of his woodsy cologne underneath.

“Sit with me a little, then I promise I’ll get in, girasol.” His right hand rubbed circles into the skin above your swimsuit bottoms, making you hum softly.

“Okay,” you agreed, reaching for your phone on the table next to the lounge chair. “What should we do for dinner tonight?”

“We could go over to my mom’s and grill out. She keeps asking to see you.”

“That is a great idea. Make sure abuelita is there too, of course.”

Frankie chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I swear, you’re only friends with me for my abuela.”

You giggled, your lips dangerously close to the most sensitive spot on his neck. “Damn, you figured me out. I’m playing the long game here.”

He laughed then, shaking his head. God, he didn’t deserve you.

Frankie didn’t say anything for awhile, but his hands never stopped moving on your back. You enjoyed the quiet, settled in the arms of your love. You laid there contently, listening to his heartbeat, thoughts silenced in your relaxed state.

After almost a half an hour, you decided it had been long enough in the shade and itched to get back into the water. You sat up in his lap, reaching for the open beer bottle on the side table and taking a swig. “Time to go, mi amor.”

“More sunscreen first, I don’t want to hear you complaining later about a sunburn and how the bed is too hot.”

You scoffed, watching as he grabbed the sunscreen tube to reapply the lotion to your back. “It was one time!”

“Mhm, and I’m the king of England.” You rolled your eyes at him, a smile forming on your lips. He was right of course, you did tend to be a little irresponsible with the sunscreen.

He placed his hands on your back, the cold lotion making you jump slightly the feeling. “Sorry,” he whispered, spreading the white liquid across your skin as quickly as he could.

“‘S okay,” you replied, resisting the urge to moan at his touch. Frankie had a way with his hands, caressing your skin gently as he worked. He rubbed into your muscles as if he was giving you a massage. It was almost, sensual.

Frankie, on the other hand, was trying so desperately not to get a hard-on as he touched you. He heard your little whimpers, felt the way your body was responding to his touch. It was almost too much.

When he finished, his hands retreated almost too quickly, disappointing you. You turned back to face him, your hands settled on your hips. “Ready?”

He nodded, taking a final swig of his beer before helping you up and following you over to the edge of the pool. You grabbed the hat on his head, tossing it back to the lounge chair. “Wouldn’t want to get that wet, would we?”

“Honestly, I forget I’m wearing it sometimes. Thank you.”

You smiled, pulling on his arm as you led him down the stairs and into the water. “Should we do laps like when we were kids?” You sank lower into the water as you spoke, tugging him towards you.

“Honey, that sounds exhausting.” You laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m serious! There is nothing I would rather do less than fucking laps.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You leaned into his touch, humming softly. “What shall we do?”

“Do adults have to do anything in the pool? Can’t we stand here and savor the cool water and quiet atmosphere?” He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nope. We did that on the lounge chair mister. What about Marco/Polo?” You rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him with your soft eyes.

You were so close, he could just lean down a few inches and kiss you. It would be so easy. He glanced at your lips, the decision weighing on him.

“Frankie?” You said, pulling him back into reality.

“Yeah, uh. Yes, that’s fine. Do…do you want to go first?”

The two of you played for what felt like hours, chasing each other around the pool from one end to the other. Every time he caught you, you squealed loudly, squirming in his arms.

It reminded you of your childhood, when the two of you, along with Santiago, would hang out in your grandma’s pool all summer, seeing who could do the most laps, win the most rounds of Marco/Polo, or who could hold their breath the longest.

Times were simpler then.

Deep in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Frankie come up behind you in the water, making you scream as he grabbed you. “Oh fuck!”

Frankie laughed and pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped around your middle. You hummed in his embrace but shook your head at his antics. “God, you’re really the worst,” you laughed.

“You love me though,” Frankie grinned, spinning you around in the water. His hair was soaked, sticking to his forehead. It was getting longer now, the ends curling around his ears. He looked beautiful like this, so relaxed and worry-free. You loved it. You loved him.

You kissed his cheek, lips lingering on his skin. “I do, mi amor. I love you very much.”

[inviberu]

birthday

wrote this for a friend's bday!

Celebrations are what Western wizards did best and with the moon out, shining down on the manor as a familiar wizard shot through the starry night sky, leaving nothing but fragmented stardust in his trail—Murr laughed merrily as he waved his hands over and over again, igniting sparks from his fingertips.

“Happy birthday!” He shouted from his broom, his eyes twinkling with delight as he spotted you among the wizards out in the courtyard. Giggling and making careless movements, he hoped that you liked the stars he plucked out for you and lined up to spell your name in the sky.

A declaration of his ardent love; as some would like to call it. He called out your name once more, inching closer and closer until his feet met the ground and he could finally run to scoop you into his embrace once more in a fit of laughter. You can try to pry him off, to shove him away in embarrassment or pure disdain but his grip was frighteningly tight for someone who looks as careless as him.

Under the light of the moon, he grabbed your wrist and led you into the forest, separating you from everyone else and leaving you alone with him surrounded by a comforting silence along with a content hum coming from his mouth. He took a strand of your hair in between his fingers, a mischievous grin on his face as he started counting the blessings he wanted to give you.

Although, coming from a wizard like Murr, these blessings felt more like curses that were meant to weigh you down. In the first place, these blessings were all meant to benefit him.

“I hope you shine more brightly than the moon one day!” A heavy responsibility he pushed down onto you but perhaps that was proof enough that he wanted you enough. To shine brighter than the moon, is to declare that you are his love. Although, even if he doesn't say it, the way he looks at you far surpasses that of when he gazes at the moon.

“I hope you live one long life!” A blessing? A curse? Perhaps the edges of his crooked smile was saying that because he wanted you for himself longer than you could ever imagine.

“And, of course,” he started, chuckling as he leaned in. His breath tickled your ear, and the stray strands of his hair brushed against your skin. “Here's to hoping that you'll be by my side for more years to come~!”

Perhaps that was more of a curse than it is a blessing. Sentencing you to a lifetime with him could be hardly called a blessing, unless you decided to acknowledge the brewing warmth inside your chest that crept to your face. The next thing you knew, you felt something warm and soft pressed against your lips and it didn't take you long to figure out what happened.

Although, when you did, the culprit already pulled away and narrowed his eyes as he shot you a cheeky smile. Sealing his blessings once and for all with a kiss placed on your lips. That's just one of the many things he'll steal from you tonight.

After all, he's a wizard. He'll do bad things and take away things from you one by one until you're completely bare under his touch. He'll just have to hope that you won't squirm too much underneath the remaining spark on his fingertips.

[c0ffeeboy]

cw: minor swearing, minor descriptions of gore+self harm, religious themes.

"i think you are the perfect depiction of a tortured artist." he tells me, facing the river underneath the bridge we were on. his face looks so soft in the moonlight and i just want to hold him forever. "oh really?" i respond. "what makes you think so?"

"well firstly, you are never scared of authority and you talk back so much, and you also are always ready to retort and fight. and then, you insist on inconsistency so much that i can only define you as a paradox. you also sing sad songs beautifully, and your voice sounds so weird when you sing the happy ones." he chuckles. "is that all? how does it even fit the definition of a tortured artist?" i ask him.

"it just does, somehow. that's not all though." he turns to face me, his crooked lips turned up in a bright smile. he softly takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. and i, i just simply want to die - right here, right now. the water babbles beneath us, peacefully.

"do you even like 'tortured artists' ?" i laugh and snatch my hand away from him, in a vain attempt to calm my heart. "yes... yes, i do." he says, the sparkle in his eye brighter than before. "glad to know that you don't hate me." i choke out a whisper, audible to him and him only.

if my heart explodes, i want to be looking at him when it does. if it doesn't, i want to carve it out and give it to him so that it can be his forever. [dissect me all you want; do you like what you see?] he is a god, and the closest i can be to him is to hope that i'm his favourite angel. i want him to love me so, so much. i yearn for him, just like icarus yearned for apollo. i know i'm flying too close to the sun. a soft breeze flows by, and i think zephyrus brought along the smell of petrichor to bring me back to the earth.

"um, do you want to go back? your friends must be looking for you." i tell him. i don't want anyone else to know my deepest desires. "after all the shit they talked about you? no, thanks." he flashed a sarcastic smile. "but they're your friends!" i insist, hoping that he can avoid the embarassment that i went through. "no, they're just a bunch of filthy, rich shitheads who like calling themselves my friends. i don't want to deal with them anymore."

he tugs at my forearms, swiftly using his other hand to pull me in from my carabiner, the clumsy keys jangling loudly. "lets get out of here. i know you want to go." he whispers in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. i freeze and feel my cheeks burn, remembering the fawn caught in my father's headlights when we were driving home from stargazing in the nearby meadows many summers ago.

"okay, but we both drive our own bikes. i'm not in the mood to carry two people on my motorcycle." i lie; i would've driven with him sitting behind me, but there's a limit to how much my heart can take. "okay." he replies, and we both run off into the night, leather jackets brushing against each other, the remaining embers of the fire between us threatening to burn forests down.

i wish i could tell him. i won't though. i'd rather jump off a cliff than admit it to him. i'd rather die a horrible death than even risk letting him go. the moon knows, i think. i hope she tells him one day. i hope he loves me the way i love him. but, we'll never know, will we?

🫀 (blackbird)

ps: please forgive any and all mistakes (english is not my native language augh)! i can only write when the bedrot/brainrot takes over. 😔 can u tell i am not normal abt him :( ??? also, its been a while. hry doing? :) ☕

*deep breath*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHEN BLACKBIRD DELIVERS, THEY DELIVER.

holy shit. i will think about this for the next week. i need more. im such a stupid sucker for religious imagery. and oh my god, just everything. everything. i will literally think about nothing but this for the rest of the week. im literally going insane. youve got no idea. the brainrot is real and i am EAGERLY (look at that big word) waiting for whatever else you send me

BECAUSE IT ALWAYS IS LITERAL PERFECTIONNNNNNNN

also who's the 'him' :]

[etoiile]

THINGS THEY SAY BEFORE KISSING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

starring itoshi sae, mikage reo, and isagi yoichi!

a request from an anon! (x fem!reader, as per requested)

notes: ANON IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR FOREVER I JS FORGOT TO POST IT AHHH ✧ um my favoritism is showing itself in length.. ✧ BYE I HAD TO MAKE A HS MUSICAL REFERENCE AT THE END LOLL

ITOSHI SAE "you talk too much."

you had somehow snuck sae into your house underneath the noses of your incredibly strict parents. it was a full moon that night, and you two sat on your bed as you talked about everything under the sun, and he simply listened intently.

you were talking about something funny that had happened in class that day when suddenly, sae heard footsteps coming up the stairs. of course, you didn't hear it over the sound of your own voice, but sae, ever the observant one, picked up on it immediately.

"y/n. shut up!" he whisper yelled, worried your parents would hear you talking and come to check on you.

"hang on," you replied, still completely unaware of your potential doom. "im getting to the good part. and so then, the teacher gets up and-"

the footsteps were getting closer and sae is starting to panic. this is not how he wanted to meet your parents.

"y/n! quiet!" he hushed urgently, trying to get you to quiet down.

"hold on, sae. he then LOOKED HIM RIGHT IN THE EYE AND PROCEEDED TO-"

growing desperate now, sae suddenly came up with an idea.

he leaned in closer to you, and you instantly stopped talking, your voice dying in your throat. your face burned at the intense proximity and you were nervously staring back into his bold teal eyes, not really knowing what was going on.

"...sae?" you squeaked, your voice small.

sae brushes your hair out of your face tenderly before gently gripping your waist.

"you talk too much."

he then quickly pressed his lips to yours, his other hand finding place at the crook of your neck. you kissed him back instantly, throwing your hands into his pinkish hair.

sae's kiss is tender and extremely loving. he's not a man of many words; he says everything he needs to with his actions. and at that moment, as he deepened the kiss and rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly, you could hear him saying, "i love you."

when he pulled away, there was a whole storm of butterflies in your stomach, and you were a little breathless.

"what... was that?" you panted, a little winded.

he simply chuckled and pulled you into his chest.

"you're so stupid."

"...?"

":)"

(he's the stupid one, really.)

MIKAGE REO "i love you."

reo has had plenty of experiences with girls who merely wanted him for his fame and money. he would take them out for dinner at an expensive restaurant, and they'd be all nice and sweet, but then he'd take them out for a heartfelt, well thought-out date, and they'd be cold and distant. it broke his heart, and he would constantly wonder if he'd ever be able to find someone who loved him for him. he wondered that if he didn't have his fame and wealth, would he have ever been able to find someone who wanted him?

you had been going out with reo for around two months now, and everything was going great. reo was great. he was kind, caring, charismatic, funny, charming, and overall a great guy. you two had met through a mutual friend and hit it off really well. reo had taken you out to some nice restaurants, and you'd also hung out at each other's places, and he found himself really, really liking you.

reo had to admit that he was scared. you seemed like such a great girl, and he feared that you might be just like the rest. just like the girls who had used him, who had welcomed him in and then crushed his heart, who he had truly believed liked him for him, but it didn't end up being true in the end. he knew that he gave his heart to people too easily, but he still did it each and every time. at the end of it, all he could do was hope for the best.

reo took a deep breath as he stood outside your door. he had prepared a heartfelt picnic date for the two of you, and he could feel his hands getting all clammy as he knocked a few times.

you stepped out and reo's voice got stuck in his throat. you looked stunning. you were wearing a simple white beachy dress, your hair blown out and your makeup done cute. it wasn't as extravagant or bold as some of the other looks reo had seen you in, but the first thought that came to his head was still "beautiful."

he quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure. "gorgeous as always, y/n." he grinned, still taking you in.

you giggled. "i hope so. 'surprise' is hard to dress for, reo."

"you look perfect." he chuckled in response.

reo's heart was racing as he began walking you to the picnic location where he had set everything up. he had spent over an hour laying everything out and making sure it looked perfect, and don't even get him started on the time it took to prepare everything in advance. this would be the first time he'd ever done something so heartfelt and homemade for you, and he had to admit that the thought that maybe you would turn your nose up in disgust like everyone else crossed his mind.

once you arrived, reo let out a shaky little ta-da as he nervously watched for your reaction. when you at first had none, he felt his heart dropping at the thought that he was right. you were like everyone else. you hated it and you were going to leave him.

that thought was only magnified when you started crying. reo began panicking, wondering how bad he could've messed up to make you cry. his panic quickly turned to shock and relief, though.

"this is... perfect, reo. i love it. it's beautiful. this must have taken you forever." you turned to face him. "i am so, so lucky to have you. thank you."

reo felt a wave of relief and also adrenaline wash over him as he engulfed you in a tight hug. as he held you in his arms, he knew what he was feeling right now was more than just liking you.

he gently held your face in his hands as he gazed into your eyes lovingly. he leaned in closer to your face as his heart raced faster than it ever had before.

"i love you."

he crashed his lips against yours, heart soaring when he felt you kiss him back. he almost felt like crying with how overwhelmed by his emotions he was. he deepened the kiss as he tilted you back, holding you tightly in his arms still. he'd never loved a feeling more than the feeling of your lips on his. he kissed you with passion and intensity, yet it still so full of love and affection.

when you both finally pulled away, breathless, holding each other in your arms and staring into each other's eyes, reo was still hungry for more, but he held back, awaiting your response.

you lovingly bump your forehead against his, relishing the moment.

"i love you too.'

rest assured that reo wastes no time in kissing you once more. (or twice. or three times.)

ISAGI YOICHI "can i?"

isagi yoichi was RAISED RIGHT.

he understand the importance of consent!! fear not ladies!!

you both were at a party with your friends, and for some reason, while everyone else was playing drinking games and living it up, you guys were playing truth or dare.

what were you, 10?

everyone had been mostly doing a lot of truths so far, (with the exception of bachira, who was willing to do practically anything) but people were now finally starting to pick dare. kunigami had belly flopped into a hot tub, (he was practically crying for like 15 minutes) chigiri had sent a dm to a girl he liked admitting his feelings, (please be me please be me please be me) and reo had drank the most disgusting blend of alcohol know to mankind.

"isagirin!" bachira exclaimed, pointing a finger at isagi. "truth or dare?"

isagi hesitated. "dare."

everyone 'ooo'-ed, seeing as this was his first dare. bachira mulled it over for a minute before giving him a boyish grin.

"isagirin." he stated seriously. "i dare you to..."

everyone held their breath.

"..kiss the prettiest girl in the room."

everyone, even nagi, who was basically half asleep on reo's arm, gasped immediately. isagi's face went bright red and you suddenly felt your heart pounding.

you didnt think it was going to be you. that was stupid. you and isagi were just friends. there's no way he would ever kiss you. don't delude yourself. dont be delulu, see the trululu. (im sorry)

isagi shot bachira a dirty glare as he stood up, his legs practically shaking. you didn't know why you were so nervous. there was no way it would be you, right? you doubted that he actually reciprocated your silly little crush on him.

oh. he's walking in your direction? well.. lets see. there's a really pretty girl behind you, but she's practically grinding into some other random guy, so that's probably not it. he's getting closer? there's probably some really hot girl at the other end of the party who you just can't see. he's making eye contact with you? ok ok, don't sweat it. don't panic. why is your face getting so red? you're being so obvious! he's not into you! he's isagi yoichi! he's just a friend! he's... kneeling right in front of you...?

your heart was pounding as isagi nervously leaned in. he gently swept the hair from your face and nervously mumbled, "can i?"

all you could do was nervously nod.

isagi gently kissed you sweetly, and you felt yourself melting into him. oh my god, this was really happening! when he pulled away he nervously averted his eyes, and you did the same, flustered.

the sounds of everyone's cheers and whoops and 'finally's got softer as isagi met your gaze, and it felt like you two were the only people in the world. you two would talk it out later, but for now, you could feel in your heart that this was the start of something new.

© 𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[amphxtrite]

full moon!remus lupin x fem!reader

warnings: smut, biting/marking kink, breeding kink, public teasing, fingering, unprotected, penetrative, use of ‘moony’ side of remus, doggy style, hair pulling, blood if you squint.

do not read if you are not comfortable.

summary: remus’s full moons are usually full of only one feeling, pain. When it never comes one month, something replaces pain for his main priority, and a daydream leads to much more.

word count: 5.4k 

taglist: @mullthingsoverinthehotwater​ @marvelhoesworld​ @punkrific​ @draco-and-tom​

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“Fuck.” Remus groans softly, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Remus what are you—”

“I can smell it princess. That pool of heat between those perfect legs of yours.” Remus smiles, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it aside to reveal the sensitive skin underneath.

“Your heart beating out of your chest…” He continues, kissing up your collarbone.

“So fucking addicting.” He sighs, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and sucking gently.

“Moony? You in there?” James chuckles waving a hand in front of the brunette’s face.

“Hm—Oh yeah I’m fine.” Remus sighs, dropping his gaze from you sitting with Lily and returning to his homework.

“You’ve been zoning off a lot Moony, is everything alright?” Peter questions, looking up from his textbook.

“Well it is almost the end of the month.” Remus sighs with a shrug, discreetly fixing his pants underneath the table.

“Yeah, but usually you’re in a lot of pain, what happened?” James asks, tilting his head slightly.

Remus furrows his brows, truth be told he wasn’t quite sure. If anything he was feeling better than ever. His vision was clear, he felt refreshed, and he could smell the fresh air beyond the windows.

The only thing was the recurring daydreams that had his pants restricting his every move. He glances over to your table again to see you stand from your spot and walk over to the book shelves to skim over the spines.

He fought the urge to walk over and make his fantasy a reality, and the atmosphere around him seemed to shift.

His ears seem to prick at the sound of your heartbeat, his eyes lock on your figure and hungrily run down you, drinking in your every curve. Unconsciously, his tongue runs across his lips and he swallows his thoughts before he does something he might regret, you were close friends anyways. He shouldn’t think of you like that.

He turns again, but cautiously glances back again to see you reaching up for a book on your toes pulling up a bit of your skirt along with it. Remus buries his face in his hands as his mouth waters. What the hell was going on with him?

He’s about to stand and pack his things when a soft voice catches his attention.

“Hey um- Remus, can you help me grab something?”

Slapping a smile on his face as quickly as he can, he turns to the source calling him. You stand behind him with a shy smile and nod in the direction you came from.

“Oh, yeah of course.” He nods, clearing his voice and following you towards the shelf.

“Which one?” He asks, reaching upwards.

“The one on healing potions I’m working on a project.” You answer, stepping in front of him and pointing to a novel you could just barely touch.

Remus nods, not realizing you had moved from your spot beside him and pulls the book from the shelf.

“Here you a—”

He looks down and his entire body freezes.

His breath comes out as bated pants as you thank him and reach for the book.

“Oh that reminds me, how are you feeling Rem?” You ask, lowering your voice as you bring up his ‘furry-little problem.’

“Oh. I-I’m fine, just a little tired is all.” He laughs nervously, catching the scent of your shampoo as you stood so close to him.

“That’s good, I’ve brewed some wolfsbane with Lily if you need some, told her it was for a distant relative.” You wink, finally wrapping your fingers around the textbook and tugging to find Remus had forgotten to let go.

“Er- Remus?” You glance up, noticing the brunette’s eyes closed and his face flushed.

Warm vanilla and honey with a floral hint fills Remus with the most euphoric feeling and without realizing he steps closer to you.

“Rem? The book…”

“In a minute y/n, that scent of yours is driving me absolutely insane.” He sighs shakily, taking another deep breath and rolling his eyes back at the pleasure from the intoxicating feeling he got from your scent alone.

Your eyes widen and snap back and forth as your heart begins to quicken and your swallow nervously. You squeeze your legs together instinctively and purse your lips.

Remus’s eyes blink suddenly as another scent is thrown into the mix. A warm, mind numbing heat pooling between your legs. He smiles darkly, sliding the book back into its place on the shelf behind you.

You glance up at the brunette and notice his pupils dilate as his bright eyes seemed to dim with something you could not tell.

“You know I was just thinking about this…” Remus trails, taking your chin in between his fingers and leaning closer.

“Y-You were?” You question dumbly, glancing down at Remus’s lips as you unconsciously take yours between your teeth.

“I was darling, can I show you?” Remus grins, feeling a surge of confidence.

You glance around the room, nervously nibbling your lip as Remus’s eyebrows furrow.

“Yes…” You squeak out, facing Remus again. “Please.”

Something inside the werewolf stirs as you gaze up at him, a feeling begging to mark you, make you his mate… And fill you with his pups.

And it hit him, his wolf was heightening his senses and driving him to you, and he wasn’t complaining.

He smirks placing one hand on your hip and trailing his fingers up your body.

Stopping at the collar of your button down, Remus slowly undoes the front of your blouse until your upper abdomen is exposed.

Your breath hitches as Remus leans closer and sighs against your skin.

“Quiet darling, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear your moans? Would you?” Remus chuckles, glancing over to the rest of the Marauders working away.

“N-No.” You murmur, watching as the brunette pulls away the fabric of your shirt to expose your shoulder.

Remus wastes no time pressing soft kisses up your chest working his way up to the side of your neck where he gently sinks his teeth and sucks gently.

“I can smell it you know, that pool between your legs.” Remus chuckles moving up your neck and sucking a dark mark into the soft skin. “I can hear your heartbeat, every breath.” He continues, gripping onto your hips and pulling you flush against him.

“But I’m dying to know what you taste like, kitten.” He trails off, leaning forwards and brushing his lips against yours.

“P-Please Moony.” You beg quietly, grabbing the front of Remus’s shirt, too shy to tell him what you meant, but you knew he understood.

“Of course little one.” He growls darkly, grabbing the back of your neck and pushing his lips against yours.

Electricity courses through you as Remus tilts your chin and deepens the kiss, pushing your lips open and darting his tongue out to explore your taste. Pausing only to take shallow breaths, you wrap your arms around Remus’s neck. Your teeth clash as the two of you try to pull each other even closer.

As you moan into the gryffindor’s soft pink lips, he drives his hips into yours, pulling back to watch you rest your head against the shelf and bite back your whimpers. Fuck he was big.

“Do you feel what you do to me, little one? So fucking hard for you.” Remus snarls, sinking his teeth into your neck again and savouring the taste of your smooth skin.

“F-Fuck Remus, right there…” You sigh breathily as Remus smirks into your neck and you run your fingers through his messy brown hair.

“You’re so bloody addicting, and all mine.” He chuckles sinfully, moving one of his hands from your hip to the bottom of your skirt.

“Be a good girl for Moony, little one, so everyone will know who’s fingers have been pleasuring you.” Remus murmurs, hiking the fabric up your leg to see your drenched panties.

The smell of your arousal hits the brunette like a punch to the face and his mouth begins to water before he knows it.

“So wet already, little one?” He teases, kissing up your neck as you whine softly.

“Yes Moony, a-all for you.”

Remus smirks when you take his hand into yours and practically guides him down to your needy cunt.

You whimper as the brunette’s fingers finally slip past your panties and tease your folds.

Shakily holding back your pleas you watch in slight embarrassment as Remus’s fingers drag back and forth across your core, picking up your juices and hitting your clit perfectly.

“No hold up your skirt little one.” Remus demands, as his one returns to cage you in.

You don’t hesitate to grab the fabric and hike it up again.

Remus quickens the pace and begins teasing his finger down your slit.

Your head lolls back as the soft sound of your juices clash with Remus’s finger filling your ears. The sensation of his hand slowly filling you up pulling desperate cries, holding them back became even harder with each passing moment.

Remus licks his lips as your slick covers his fingers, the smell only seemed to intensify for him and he couldn't hold back anymore, he needed to be inside you.

“My room, now, little one.” He growls, pulling your panties back into place and pulling your skirt back down. You quickly nod and button your shirt back up as he takes your hand and leads you out of the shelves.

He does his best to avoid his friends, but James is quick to notice you leaving.

“Moony? Where are you going?” He questions, leaning back in his chair.

“Y/n forgot a book in her room, we’re going to get it.” Remus lies without batting an eye.

“We’re in a library, why don’t you just find another copy?” Sirius chimes.

“No we need this one, now come on y/n.” Remus seethes, fighting the urge to just fuck you over the table and stop the animalistic urge to mate.

The walk to the gryffindor common was quick with Remus almost running the entire way, just as you paused in front of the portrait door Remus scoops you into his arms, murmurs the password and carries you up to his dorm.

You held on as tight as possible as Remus ascended the stairs, in shocked-awe at how quickly he was going.

Finally reaching his dorm room, he quickly enters and locks the doors.

“Muffliato.” He casts with a flick of his wand before turning to you, not even out of breath.

Your slack jaw must have caught Remus’s attention because he returns with a smirk.

“Darling you’re going to be screaming my name for a while, we don’t need people listening in.” Remus chuckles, crossing the room and placing his hands on your hips.

“A-And how did you? The stairs.” You squeak.

“Well, Moony gave me a little help with that.” He growls pushing you backwards until you’ve fallen onto the mattress behind you, shuddering as Remus drags his eyes down your body. Sitting perfectly in his bed, face flushed and heart pounding quickly.

Taking your flimsy blouse into his fingers again, Remus unbuttons all the way down and throws the shirt away. “I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Remus murmurs, sitting and pulling you onto his lap to press kisses on your chest before teasing his teeth along your collar.

“Once we start, Moony will take over and he’s not as gentle as I am.” He continues, pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders and kissing where the once were.

“O-Okay.” You nod, relishing in Remus’s teeth sliding down your shoulder.

“I’ll make you my mate little one, give you my pups.” Remus chuckles,using his thumbs to caress your stomach. “And someday.” He growls sucking a dark patch onto the base of your neck.

“I’ll have you swelling with my litter.”

You whimper at Remus’s voice, flustered at his words and desperate as the tip of his cock presses right against your thigh.

“Please Moony, mark me yours; fuck me until I’m full of your pups.” You moan, grinding your core against Remus’s cock to gain some form of friction.

Remus wastes no time flipping you onto your back and looming above you, undoing your bra and throwing it down to meet your shirt before leaning down and dragging his tongue around your breasts. You sigh softly as he teases your sensitive buds, using his warm tongue to caress them before blowing cool air onto them and drawing a sharp breath past your lips.

His lips latch on to the side of your breast sucking harder and using his teeth to prod at the skin until a dark purple mark forms, he repeats it on the other side as you whimper softly, clutching the bedsheet in tight fists.

“So perfect with my mark on your body.” Remus chuckles, moving his mouth south down your body until he reaches your grey skirt.

Taking the fabric in between his fingers he pulls the fabric down your legs agonizingly slow, waiting until your whimpering please fill his ear to relieve you from the skirt.

Hooking his fingers into your panties he’s quick to toss them away.

Remus has to keep himself from hunching over at the full effect you had over him, you lay ever so perfect for him and the smell of your hair, your body and the heat between your legs combined had a low feral growl emitting from his throat.

“M-Moony?” You inhale sharply as Remus undoes his tie and allows it to hang low on his neck.

“Yes little one?” He responds, lowering himself onto the floor and getting into a kneeling position in front of your soaking slit.

“P-Please touch me. I need you.” You plead, rolling your hips in front of his face, begging him to get closer.

“Whatever my mate desires.” Remus smirks, kissing up your inner thighs and sucking at the soft skin next to where you needed him most as you buck softly.

“Would you like my fingers or my tongue, little one?”

“Tongue, p-please Moony.” You whimper as Remus’s breath draws closer.

“I do wish to have a taste.” He teases darkly, finally taking your clit into his mouth and sucking gently. Your mind goes blank as pleasure pulses through your lower stomach and draws a long moan from your lips. Your hand flies to Remus’s thick brown hair and your grip tightens as you pull him closer to your core. The werewolf chuckles at your desperate attempts and in turn sends a vibrating sensation up to your stomach causing you to squirm in pleasure.

Remus’s name spills from your lips like a prayer. Pulling him closer to you and relishing in the euphoria from his tongue being the only thought in your head besides his name, but every moan becomes more and more incoherent as his tongue dips and laps at your slit, drinking in your juices and listening intently as your needy cries fill his ears like an angels chorus.

Remus watches in animalistic arousal as your back arches, hips buck and head falls back into his pillows and every shred of dignity is thrown out the window as he ravages your cunt. Pushing your legs further apart as he nibbles on your clit, pushes his tongue deeper into your slit and groans in pleasure as your whimpers for more have his heart beating out of his chest and his cock twitching in pure desire.

Remus slides his hands under your thighs and holds you in place as you begin grinding against his face. With the new hold on you Remus can easily hold your legs open and pull you closer too.

Your eyes roll back as white hot ecstasy heats up your core with every lap of the brunette’s tongue, almost bringing you to tears with how much pleasure was consuming you.

A knot forming in your stomach was a tell-tale sign you were close, but with Remus’s teeth playing with your clit and his tongue thrusting in and out of you it wasn’t long until you were begging for release.

“Moony. F-Fuck I’m close.”

Remus chuckles again and reintroduces his hand.

Using his mouth to focus solely on your clit as his fingers pound in and out of you.

“Cum for me, little one, now.” Remus demands, using his fingers to finish the job as white floods your vision and the hot coil finally snaps.

Your heavy panting and soft whines fill the humid air as Remus pulls his fingers from your slit and lap up your juices, running his tongue along your folds and your legs cleaning you up before wiping a drop off his lip. You gulp and squeeze your legs together again unconsciously.

Remus runs his tongue along his teeth as he watches you squirm under his gaze.

“Get on your hands and knees darling.” Remus growls, feeling a strange instinct take over him.

You nod hurriedly, shakily lifting yourself onto your knees and dropping your hands onto the mattress again so your ass is on full display. Remus smirks and pulls his tie off his neck before unbuttoning his collared shirt and kicking his trousers off. You wait with bated breath as Remus brushes the tip of his clothed cock against your cunt and your breathing hitches, he was so close.

“Are you ready to become my mate, little one?” Remus asks, pulling down his briefs and sighing as his cock springs free.

“Yes Moony, please—” You whimper, arching your back to raise your ass higher to him.

Remus chuckles, grabbing your hips and tightening his grip; jerking you towards him.

Teasing his head down your core, Remus slowly pushes in, before thrusting all the way in.

“Oh fuck Moony!” You cry out, tightly gripping the sheets in your hands.

You could feel yourself be stretched out as Remus bottoms out and pause for a moment for the both of you to get used to the feeling.

Remus begins thrusting as you finally begin relaxing, pulling in and out slowly at first before picking up the pace. Snapping his hips and pulling you to meet him.

“Fuck little one, so t-tight.” Remus groans, leaning over you and pressing sloppy kisses down your shoulder.

You whimper softly, rocking yourself back and forth, dropping your head down as euphoria courses through your body as Remus fills you up over and over again.

“M-Moony, go faster please.” You beg softly, trying to keep the sentence coherent as your arms shake and your back arches further.

Remus obliges, snapping his hips quicker and thrusting himself deeper.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect; my mate.” Remus murmurs breathily as his hips continue to snap into you, emitting low growls from his throat.

You whimper, feeling your arms collapse from beneath you as Remus continues to thrust into you. With your face against the mattress, your moans become muffled in the sheets, your hands still in tight fists as pleasure spreads from your cunt to your curled toes.

Remus smirks in pride as he continues to ram himself into your tight slit, your moans adding fuel to the fire.

Finding the strength to get back on your arms, Remus moves his hand down to your clit and begins massaging in smooth circles.

“F-Fuck.” You moan, lowering yourself again as your arms threaten to fail.

“Look at you little one. An utter mess as my cock stretches you out and pleasures you.” Remus chuckles, pulling you closer towards him again and picking up the pace with his fingers.

“Mhh--” You cry, collapsing again as Remus runs his free hand around your body, down your hips past your shoulders and into your hair.

Gripping to it, he’s able to anchor himself and hit faster, pulling your hair just enough for pleasure to replace pain and your head to be pulled back with every strong snap of his hips.

“Dirty little pup, you like it when I fuck you like this? Your ass up the air, face against the bed and my fingers toying with your clit?” Remus taunts, gripping your hair a little tighter to draw a sharp whimper from you.

“Y-Yes Moony! Fuck I love it so much.”

Your response brings a smirk from the brunette’s lips.

“P--Please Moony, faster.” You shakily whine, rolling your hips as Remus’s steady thrusts pick up again.

The white hot coil begins tightening in your stomach again, with each snap of Remus’s hips threatening to overwhelm the tension and snap the knot.

Your core heats up, Remus’s quickened pace has you crying in ecstasy, begging for him to finish you off as he barely breaks a sweat pounding into you at inhumane speed.

As your core tightens around him, Remus can tell you’re close and quickens his fingers. Alternating between massaging in circles, pinching, and rubbing between his calloused digits.

Your breathing speeds up as the pleasure from Remus’s cock burying into you doubles from his hand ravaging your swollen clit.

“Cum for me little one, you’ll be filled with my pups soon enough.” Moony chuckles darkly, pulling another long whimper from your lips.

With one finally thrust of his hips, the coil snaps. Your eyes roll back as your vision fills with dots and your body pulses in euphoria.

“That’s it darling.” Remus chuckles, slowly fucking your cunt still flowing with your cum to help ride out your high.

Remus pulls out for a moment to pull your hair back and flip you onto your back so you’re face to face with him, given a full view of his body.

Now it was your turn to rake your eyes up his form as your jaw drops into a soft ‘o’

For a moment, you can see Remus’s eyes flash in insecurity, but you’re quick to pull him down by the neck and lock your lips together again as his dominant side takes over again, pinning you in with arms on either side of your head.

Remus spreads your legs again, slowly pushing himself in as your whimpers are drowned out by his lips, your moans mixing together. Your lips move in sync as he begins to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt again and again.

Your lips move from Remus’s mouth to his neck, trailing down his jaw to leave small butterfly kisses along the scarred skin. Remus sighs in content as you begin nibbling on his shoulder, hips snapping faster as you suck a dark spot onto the centre of his shoulder, pulling away for a moment to admire your work and reconnect Remus’s lips to yours.

“My mate’s got a bite hm?” Moony teases, taking your bottom lip into his teeth and nibbling gently. You moan and nod gently to answer, the euphoria of the brunette’s cock sinking in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot within, clouding your mind once again to coherent thoughts.

Remus chuckles again, kissing down your jaw towards your neck and quickly sinking his teeth into the base of your neck to muffle an incoming moan.

You whimper in pleasure as he begins to suck on the skin gently and kiss the now dark area with pride in his work. “You look so bloody perfect with my mark decorating your neck.”

His thrusts grow faster, using his heightened senses and newfound strength to quicken the pace and hear by your heartbeat and your breathing how you were feeling.

His cock hit deeper with the thrust of his hips and his teeth were nibbling on your shoulder as his hands found your hair again and pulled gently.

You followed suit, burying your fingers into his messy locks and gripping tightly as your whimpers echoed in the room. Moony could hear your bated breath and the silent ‘fuck’ you murmured every time he pulled your hair. He could feel your heartbeat race as he pounded into you like his life depended on it and he could smell the arousal in your cunt every time he sunk his teeth in down your neck and collar.

You were in pure bliss, and Remus knew.

He kept up every little thing, making sure your whimpers and cries of ecstasy rang in his ears, begging him for more. His head began to twitch deep inside you and he groaned suddenly, not stopping his hips, but dropping his head onto your chest as you felt it too, tightening your grip on Remus’s hair.

“Please Moony-- cum inside me. Fill me up.” You whimper, digging your nails into his shoulder and tugging a little harder on his hair.

Remus was practically convulsing in euphoria, with each of his senses picking up something about you that could push him off the edge and he was slowly edging closer to his release.

He nods in response, unable to form a sentence with the overflowing of pleasure that occupied his thoughts.

Your lips return to Remus’s neck, leaving sloppy kisses before gently sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin and sucking. Remus groans, emitting a low growl from the base of his neck as he tilts his head to allow you better access. Your hand leaves his hair as you use your palms to grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, blindly dragging your teeth around his neck as Remus’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy.

Thrusts still strong, his hips begin to slow and become less frequent as the buildup of your teeth on his neck and your pussy clenching around his cock, he lets out a low feral growl, sinking his teeth into your shoulder hard, causing hot fluid to prick his tongue as he finally releases and moans out your name.

You follow closely behind throwing your head back onto the pillow and crying out.

Remus finally loosens his jaw and cleans up your shoulder and pants as he slowly pulls in and out slowly. Your walls feel fully coated by Remus’s release and you smile as he collapses on top of you like an exhausted puppy.

“You alright Rem?” You coo, running your thumb along his cheek.

“Never better darling.” Remus smirks in return, lifting himself onto his forearms and beaming up at you.

With his release, Moony seemed to be at ease and finally, he felt normal again.

Wrapping his arms around your torso he takes in a deep sigh and smells something different, your sweet scent mixed with his. He chuckles softly.

“What are you laughing at?” You ask with a giggle as Remus slowly pulls himself out of you and moves himself so he’s laying next to you, eye to eye.

“Nothing my mate, you just smell like me now.” He grins, extending his arms so your head lay underneath it. “Everyone will know you’re mine.” He finishes in a slightly darker tone, you swallow to keep yourself from cumming at the sound of his voice alone.

Your eyes drift downwards to hide your embarrassment, but you’re met with a shocking sight.

“Bloody hell, did I do that?” You cringe, noticing the large, dark purple bruise decorating the side of Remus’s neck.

“Don’t feel too bad love, I may have done a little worse.” He chuckles, glancing downwards. You follow his gaze to your chest and you giggle. Your shoulders were littered in small purple shapes, alongside very prominent tooth marks. Your breasts each had a purple circle and gazing further down your inner thigh bore yet another mark.

“I kinda like them.” You smirk, raising your gaze again to Remus’s bright eyes.

“Admit it, you like them more than a little.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Okay maybe I do.” You shrug, leaning closer to the gryffindor’s chest.

“You look absolutely stunning with my marks darling. Even more with my cum dripping down your legs.” Remus teases, perhaps Moony had yet to give it a rest.

You blush, burying your face in Remus’s chest.

“It does feel nice.”

“Sirius keeps some of ‘the potion’ in his drawer.” Remus nods, standing and walking to Sirius’s bedside to retrieve a small vial. He hands it to you and sits back down as you drink it, retrieving his wand and cleaning up the mess on his bed.

Laying back down again, he opens his arms and you fall into them, relaxing yourself into his embrace. Remus sighs, pulling you closer and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Is it too late to say I’ve got a crush on you?” He chuckles softly as you poke your head out from his chest and smirk, “maybe a little, but I don’t mind.”

Remus rolls his eyes and takes your cheek into his palm.

“Well I do. Moony chose you for a reason.” He explains, pressing his forehead against yours and stroking his thumb gently.

“Well he chose right.” You blush, leaning into his touch, “I also fancy you.”

“Do you?” Remus grins peppering kisses down your jaw. “I think I could tell.” He teases.

“What gave it away?” You gasp sarcastically, bringing your hand to your chest in mock shock.

“Well, letting me mark you is one.” Remus chuckles kissing your forehead.

“Begging shamelessly for me is another.” He continues smiling as you roll your eyes.

“Y’know regular things.” Remus shrugs, inching closer to your lips.

“Well I could tell too.” You smile, raising your eyebrows. “Do tell, love.” Remus smirks.

“Having someone’s pups is a pretty big thing Rem, and your mate? Darling if you wanted to ask me out you could have just asked.” You laugh, watching as Remus’s face heats up.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Rem. I loved it.” You coo, kissing the corner of Remus’s lips as he smiles, closing his eyes and pushing his lips against yours.

The kiss is slow and sweet and Remus gently moves his lips and swipes his tongue along your lips for permission to deepen the kiss. You oblige, opening your mouth and tilting your chin. You take Remus’s head into your hands and twirl a piece of his hair on your finger as Remus sighs contently and softly breaks the kiss. You pause for a moment, feeling each other’s heartbeat and breathing in the quiet room. “Be mine darling?” Remus murmurs, eyes still closed in bliss.

“Of course Rem, I am your mate after all.” You giggle, peppering kisses on all of Remus’s small scars. The brunette blushes and takes a deep breath as Moony seemed to take over again for a moment.

“Good because I want you to be the one carrying my pups.”

The both of you blush at the words, but you smile, bursting into laughter as Remus follows in suit, pulling you against him again and stopping your laughter with a sweet kiss.

“What do you mean it’s locked Pads?!” Jame’s annoyed voice echoes from the hall.

“Alohomora!” The same voice chimes, wiggling the door knob and swinging the door open.

Remus doesn’t hesitate to throw the covers over the two of you as the three boys stand in shock at the sight before them.

“Bloody hell Moony, are you sure you’re not a vampire?” Sirius blinks, staring at the purple bruises and teeth marks littering your shoulders.

“Get out you twats!” Remus shouts watching as the three marauders stumble out of the room jaws slack and eyes wide.

The door shuts with a soft slam and Remus turns back to you.

“Vampire? Remus are they that bad?” You burst out laughing.

“No Sirius is just being a prat.” Remus chuckles, relaxing at your tone and cuddling you close to him again.

“Well at least they know now.” You shrug, feeling Remus running his fingers down your shoulder and smiling.

“I suppose.” Remus smirks, kissing the dark spots across your skin. “Everyone will know who you belong to.” He chuckles.

“I’m all yours Rem.” You smile, planting a peck on the white scar across Remus’s nose.

“And I, yours.” Remus sighs, running his fingers down your back and around your face as your eyes flutter closed and he murmurs, “sleep well my darling.”

You caress your fingers down his neck and the love bites you had left, allowing a final smile and kiss to his neck before drifting off in the safety of your mate.

[albaedhoe]

when only the two of us exist

pairing : immortals x gn!reader (separate)

summary : places to kiss him and his responses to them.

tag : @anormalguyreader

a/n : this includes zhongli, venti and xiao.

z h o n g l i : hands

admiring and loving the hands of the god you served for centuries (and hopefully more to come) had posed a sort of fondness no mortal love could ever equate to.

they were rough and sturdy in texture; millennia’s spent shaping soil and rock and protecting those who build their life atop it. yet, there was more to it than that meets the human eyes, they were gentle and kind; the way he holds you close, when he strokes your cheeks or massage your scalp.

a shame, really, that nowadays your lover hides his pretty hands underneath those wretched gloves. when he touches you, you can no longer feel his natural warmth nor the crevices of his palms. he knows what he’s doing. though, despite this, you’d like to think that you were the only one worthy of seeing his bare fingers.

behind closed doors, when only you and him exist in this world, you would sometimes tease him by kneeling on one knee and pull his hand towards your face in a light but urging grip. you’d kiss his knuckles, thoughtfully and with adoration.

after your ministration, you close your eyes lightly and would bring the back of his hand onto your forehead, savouring and capturing this moment in your memories like the many others you made with him.

“i would like to spend the rest of my life by your side, if you would allow it, my archon.” you tease him, a sarcastic tone lacing your tongue. he chuckles and plays along. “now, now, darling. we have been through this plenty of times, have we not?”

seconds of a comfortable silence pass and he would slide his hand down to your cheek and tilt your head up to look at him again. his eyes, so amber and bright, filled with love and fondness, you would not think this was the same god known as the god of war and commerce.

even if he were to have no title to his name, you would still serve and love him the very same.

v e n t i : hair

though you are aware that this façade of a form he has taken doesn’t belong to him, but a dear friend, you still find comfort in his unique and trance-inducing ombré locks. they would often glow when he is feeling a burst of emotions, whether that be happiness to anger.

if you squint, ever so slightly, you would often notice the feint luminescence in his hair when talking to you. you wonder how the people of mondstat hasn’t noticed anything yet (perhaps they did, but chose to ignore it).

during the early mornings when the sun has barely appeared in the horizon and late nights after drinking and the moon is at its peak, he would leave his hair unbraided and free. if he allows it, you run your hand through his hair, playing with it, braiding it for him. unsurprisingly, he smells like alcohol, but it has grown to be a scent you recognise as so him.

you would bring his hair to your lips and plant light kisses, your common gesture of greeting him in the mornings and saying goodnight before you drift off in slumber.

often the times where he feigns drowsiness just so that you kiss his hair more. he thinks he is discreet in his act, but you catch on once his hair emanates a soft glow that lights up in your hands. you keep quiet about it.

do not be surprised nor alarmed if you catch wind of a new ballad dedicated to these moments between you and him. of how he knows that other couples do not show their love the way that you do, how he would give up the entire world if it meant you did this with him for the rest of your lives.

“well, if it isn’t my little songbird.” you welcomed him home after a long day of entertaining the public. he collapses into your embrace while you untied his braids, he rests his head onto the crook of your neck. “i’ve been hearing of this new ballad you’ve supposedly made about me, correct?” he only nods, too tired to look into your eyes, but he eventually speaks up, albeit, muffled. “i did it with intentions of making the people of mondstat jealous of you and i, my cecillia.”

x i a o : forehead

if ever someone asks our dear vigilant yaksha about the purple diamond that sits perfectly at the center of his forehead, he would only shrug them off and say it is nothing of their concern. he does not want to admit that he, too, does not know why it is there, only that it has been with him for as long as he could remember. the only thing he does know, however, is that he finds comfort in it when it is the spot you kiss the most when quelling his depressive episodes.

when the karmic debt builds up to the point where it becomes unbearable, it starts affecting his thoughts more so than before. he thinks of scenarios of evil taking over your body and having to kill you. or how he may be the one possessed and forced to watch as his body fights yours until you are nothing but a memory. he imagines you leaving him for being too harsh. he imagines you dying in his arms.

you would often be the one to snap him out of this state. you gently take his hands into your own, interlacing your fingers together so he couldn’t escape from you. you would ask him to breathe with you and focus only on you. he would take your advice, desperate to escape the voices that plague his mind.

he calms down and his breaths were much more stable than before.

you remind him that you are still here, with him. alive and well. you reassure him that you are not going anywhere as everything you would ever want or need is him.

moving towards his forehead, you place a delicate kiss on his purple diamond, instantly eradicating all the corruption within him if only for a moment. you then face him and lean your head against his, eyes meeting.

you frown slightly as you witness the uncertainty and insecurity swirling in his amber hues.

“xiao, i have walked and defended the lands of liyue along side you for several hundred years now. you of all people should know by now that i am more than capable of defending myself.” you sigh softly, your lips only millimetres apart from his own. xiao closes his eyes and relishes in the temporary stop to time around the both of you. he trusts that you will keep your word.

[dreamerstreamer]

Driver’s License

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] You’ve had a crush on Clay ever since he was first assigned to be your lab partner, and you finally muster up the courage to confess your feelings to him. But sometimes, not everything goes the way you hope it does.

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: this was requested by an anon who wanted some angst inspired by olivia rodrigo’s driver’s license! i hope i captured the right mood with the setting and story, and i sincerely hope you enjoy! <3

You glanced down at your phone, your thumb pressing on the power button before the screen flickered to life. The time flashed back at you in a white, clean font, and you chewed on your lip, your toes curling in your shoes.

There were only seven minutes until the bell—he was going to be late, wasn’t he?

Sighing, you picked up your phone and pushed your thumb against the home button, opening up your text messages. You scrolled down the list of contacts that stared back at you, your thumb hovering the one name that sent your head spinning in a flurry of pink hearts and white stars.

Clay.

Of all the people to have a crush on, of course it just had to be him. After all, how could you not fall for him? He was tall, cute, funny, and, well—he was a dream come true. It was almost like the universe had just set you up to fall, and really, you had no one to blame but yourself. It wasn’t like he liked you back, either. He was the cool, fun quarterback that was friends with everyone, while your only claim to fame was that you were his lab partner.

Should I text him? you wondered, fidgeting your fingers. I feel like I should text him. I know we’re technically just lab partners, but we’ve texted about other things, too. It wouldn’t be weird if I just asked him where he was, ri—

“Hey, you.”

You whipped your head up, immediately shutting your phone with one hand as your eyes wide went wide, your heart tripping in your chest. Standing by the desk next to you, Clay waved, amusement flickering across his face at your shocked expression.

“Hi, Clay,” you said, suddenly feeling breathless all at once. You could already feel the warmth blossoming in your chest, as his eyes locked onto yours. You really were too gone for your own good.

Sliding into his seat, he flashed you a bright grin as he dropped his bag onto the space beside him. “What’s up? Anything exciting happen to you?”

You turned away from your notebook with a soft smile. “Not really.” Trying to force down the heat crawling up your neck, you wagged a finger at him, a teasing lilt seeping into your words. “But you, my friend, are actually early—for once.” You shot him a thumbs up, winking. “Congratulations.”

Unzipping his backpack, Clay rolled his eyes at you, something like amusement flirting across his face. “Look,” he said, rummaging through his bag, “not all of us can be as early as you.”

Your lips twitched, and you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest with a triumphant look. “Well, I’ll have you know that I drove myself here today.”

He froze, his hand pausing as he looked up to blink at you with wide, fascinated eyes. “You did?” A grin slowly spread across his face, and he pulled out a notebook before setting his bag back down on the ground. “Does that mean what I think it does?”

You nodded your head eagerly, electricity buzzing up your skin as you pulled out your wallet from behind you. “It sure does!” Flipping it open, you held out a small, plastic card towards his face with a giddy smile. “I got my license.”

In an instant, he was cheering, his eyes as wide as saucers as he clapped his hands in celebration. You had half the mind to be embarrassed that more than just a few people were looking at you now, but you were far more focused on Clay. “Woah, congrats!” he said, lifting a hand tentatively toward you. “Can I...?”

You nodded, watching as he gently pulled your license from your fingers. He turned it over in his hands once, his lips curling up into a crooked grin before he tapped at your photo. “Look at you,” he said, mirth dancing through his emerald gaze. “They got your good side.”

You raised a brow at him, holding your palm out toward him. “Are you saying I have a bad side?”

Clay shook his head, sliding the card back between your fingers and your hands brushing. A spark ran up your fingertips at the touch, sending a dizzying surge of heat rushing into your chest. “Nah. Every side is your good side.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he turned back to his desk, his gaze leaving yours. Your fingers curled tighter around your license, and you swallowed. How could he say something like that so casually? It was so unfair. You already liked him enough, and then he just had to go and say something like that. Of course. Stupid, dumb, handsome Clay. It was not your fault he was so... attractive. Totally.

After a long moment, your fingers curled a fraction tighter around your license, the plastic digging into your skin as you softly said, “Thanks.”

He waved a hand at you, his eyes curving into crescent moons. “Anytime.”

Your stomach tightened into a knot in your gut, tingling elation shooting through you and wrapping around your lungs. Tucking your license back into one of the wallet flaps, you watched as he flipped his notebook open to a blank page, quickly scribbling the date in the corner of the paper with a focused gaze. With a reluctant sigh, you tore your eyes away from him to look back at your own paper, pretending to write something down that wasn’t just his name. It was almost embarrassing how easily you could just stare and get lost in everything he did. You never thought you would be one of those people, yet here you were.

“Hey, by the way,” he suddenly said, his voice making you jump while his eyes flickered to meet yours, “do you happen to have any plans for Friday?”

Catching your breath, your pencil stopped in its tracks on the page. Friday? You furrowed your brows, the cogs in your head churning before you slowly nodded. “I think so.” A grimace tugged at your lips, and you held back a quiet groan. “I’ve got a project due on Monday that I need to get done, but I can’t work on it until Friday, so...” You gestured vaguely. “You know.”

There was a moment of silence, and Clay’s lips curled into a slight frown. “Oh,” he said. “I see.”

You could have sworn you saw disappointment flit through his face, but it was gone in an instant. Leaning toward him, your eyebrows knit together in concern. “Hey,” you murmured softly, “is something wrong?”

In a flash, he was smiling again, and you couldn’t tell he had been frowning even a split second earlier. “No, no, I was just curious, that’s all.” He raised his hand toward you, tapping a finger against your nose. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

Your cheeks burst with warmth, his eyes brightening at the way your lips curled. Reeling back, you raised your chin at him, huffing. “Hey, this pretty little head is the one saving you from a C in chemistry, right now.”

He chuckled, his arm dropping back down to his side as he leaned back in his seat. “You sure are, and I hope you knows how much that means to me.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest. All at once, it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. Did he... could he—?

“Good morning, everyone.”

You jumped at the sound of your chemistry teacher’s voice, your hand tightening around your pencil as you watched him send your class a smile. “I hope you all had a good weekend. Today, we’ll be...”

Soon enough, you were already tuning him out, your mind drifting back to Clay’s words.

I hope you knows how much that means to me.

Something soft and fuzzy rolled over in your stomach, and you felt hope bubbling up in your throat.

Maybe your crush wasn’t as one-sided as you thought it was.

You dashed through the halls, your backpack bouncing against your shoulder as you weaved in between groups of friends leaning against the lockers and couples holding hands as they walked. You stifled a curse as you dodged someone’s arm, grumbling to yourself as you finally pushed past the doors that led outside. Couldn’t people learn to just not stand in the middle of the hall? People needed to get places—people like you.

Inhaling the fresh, spring air, you bounded across the dewy grass toward the familiar picnic table underneath the school’s willow tree. It was the only spot on school grounds that actually had enough shade to keep your head from overheating in the simmering Florida sun, so naturally, it became your and Wilbur’s go-to spot for lunch.

As the bench drew nearer, you felt your face brighten, spotting Wilbur already sitting in his usual spot, his beanie askew atop his head. The two of you were unlikely friends, to say the least, but after having spent years living next to each other, you were more than proud to call him your best friend, even if he did make you want to smack him more often than not.

Wilbur offered you a brief wave as you finally reached the bench, tugging open his sandwich bag with his other hand. Above you, the willow tree swayed, the branches and leaves scattering sunlight across his face. “Hey, how was chem—”

“Today, our hands touched when I showed him my license,” you blurted, not even pausing for breath.

Wilbur blinked at you once, stunned for a brief moment. Then, a groan flew from his lips, and he pressed two fingers to his temple, grimacing. “[Y/N],” he said, drawing out the syllables of your name, “I can’t keep doing this.”

You blinked as you sat down in the space across from him, dropping your bag onto the seat with a thud. “Keep doing what?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Keep listening to you endlessly pine over Clay without doing anything about it.” At your bewildered expression, he sighed, taking another bite of his sandwich as he pushed his glasses up further onto his face. “It’s been, what? Four months, at this point?”

“Five,” you said immediately.

He stared at you. “Five,” he repeated. When you nodded, his frown deepened. “You do realize how bad that sounds, right?”

A wave of embarrassment crashed over you, and you curled back into yourself,  grumbling, “Let me live my life.”

“Not like this, I won’t.” Wilbur leaned over the table with a firm look, pointing his finger at you. “You need to ask him out.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and you felt your jaw drop open in disbelief. “No way,” you said, slapping your hands onto the table. “Absolutely not. I am not doing... that.”

You could practically see Wilbur’s impatience wearing thin, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “[Y/N]. C’mon. You like him—it’s so obvious.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back, then shook your head, closing it—Wilbur knew you too well to even try. “Probably, but not to Clay. To him, I’m just his lab partner.”

“His cute lab partner,” he pointed out, lifting a finger. “Who is also pretty, and smart, and funny, and interesting and—”

The smile was stretching across your face before you could stop it, and you whined, feeling your chest grow warm with genuine appreciation. “Stop, please.”

Wilbur’s lips split into a teasing grin, and he poked a finger to your side. “You know I’m only calling it like I see it.”

When you glowered at him, he only laughed, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. Scoffing, you reached your arm toward him. “Well, if it’s only as much as you’re seeing it,” you said, “I guess I’ll just have to take these, then.”

Before he could react, your hand had wrapped around the side of his glasses, and you were pulling them off his face in a whirl. He jumped at the sudden change, and you watched as he fumbled with his sandwich, gaping at you as he whipped around. “Hey, give those back!”

You leaned back, sticking your tongue out at him as you held them above and behind your head. “Not until you stop.”

Now, it was his turn to glare at you, and he clenched his jaw with a long exhale. “Fine,” he said, focusing his attention back to his lunch. “I guess I just won’t tell you what’s happening on Friday, then.”

His glasses went limp in your hand, and your voice dropped down to a meek whisper. “There’s something happening on Friday?”

Wilbur only shrugged, humming softly. “Maybe, maybe not.”

Resting your elbows on top of the table, you pursed your lips, leaning forward to scan his face. “Will,” you said, your tone firm and demanding, “please tell me. Clay asked me if I was free on Friday and now I regret telling him no—you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

Wilbur lifted his head to meet your gaze, a look of pure shock and disbelief shooting across his face. “He asked you if you were free and you said no?” He paused for a moment, then sighed for what must have been the millionth time. “Maybe you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”

You scowled, but didn’t say anything. Instead, you lifted your head to slide his glasses across the table toward him. “Here,” you said, the tiniest tinge of desperation soaking into your voice, “I’ll even give these back.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, picking up his glasses with a soft whistle. “That was easier than I thought,” he murmured, ignoring the glare you shot him. Sliding his glasses back onto his face with practiced ease, he turned his attention back to you with a gleam in his eye. “Fine then, I’ll tell you.”

You held your breath as he leaned forward, opening his mouth. “There’s a football game on Friday,” he said, “and Chrissy’s throwing a party for after the game.”

You stared at him, then frowned, confusion swirling in your eyes. “Chrissy?” you parroted.

Wilbur nodded. “Yes, Chrissy.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. While you didn’t really know Chrissy yourself, you most definitely knew of her. That was the case for a lot of people in your school. After all, how could you not know Chrissy? She was the head cheerleader and practically the face of the school. With shiny, golden hair and a dazzling smile that put the sun to shame, it was basically impossible to miss her—you’d have to be blind to.

On one hand, you wanted to believe she was stuck-up and catty like all the cheerleaders you saw in movies, but deep down, you knew you had no right to make that judgement. People said she was nice, and you had never spoken to her yourself, so who were you to stereotype her? But on the other....

“What does Chrissy have anything to do with this?” you blurted, your eyes scanning his face for even a hint of something more. “We’re talking about Clay, not her.”

Wilbur only stared blankly at you, his eye twitching in agony. “How you pass your classes and still manage to be this dense is beyond me.”

You let out a groan, hanging your head in your hands. “Wilbur, you know I’m stupid. Now, will you please just get to the point?”

Wilbur dragged a hand over the bottom half of his face, sucking in a deep breath before lifting a hand toward you. “Chrissy is the cheer captain, [Y/N]. Clay is the quarterback. It’s an after-game party. He’s definitely going to be there.”

Silence washed over the two of you, and for an excruciatingly long minute, you simply stared at him, the dots slowly connecting in your head to form a full picture. After a few moments, Wilbur sighed again and looked away, giving you some time to think. Your head spun with thoughts of Friday, Clay, and your project, and you watched distractedly as Wilbur shoved the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, chewing while you eyed him up and down.

A party, huh? you thought to yourself. Maybe, just maybe...

Just like that, something suddenly snapped inside you, and you felt your chest swell with determination. You could not believe you were about to do this.

“Wilbur,” you said, calm and slow, “this changes everything.” When he silently cocked a brow at you, you tightened your jaw. “We’re going to that football game, then we’re going to Chrissy’s party.”

He nodded, only half-listening as he stuffed his now empty sandwich bag into his pocket. “Sure, yeah, good for yo—wait.“ He froze, and you almost let yourself feel a sliver of pride as he gaped at you. “You said we.”

You ignored the sense of slow, sinking horror settling into your gut as you swallowed, squeezing your hands into tight fists. “Yeah—we. Because I’m going to need the moral support.”

Wilbur blinked once. Twice. Then, a slow grin began to spread across his face, and you could already tell you were about to regret telling him that. “Does this mean you’re gonna—?”

You swallowed thickly, your throat bobbing as you threw back your shoulders and nodded, firm and true. “I’m going to confess to Clay.”

Wilbur was on his feet in an instant, his hand shooting forward to clap you on the shoulder. “Attagirl!” Pulling back, he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling eagerly. “Sure then, I’ll come with. But you’re driving.”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling yourself up until you were also standing. “You know I’ve only had my license for, like, half a week.”

He slung his arm over your shoulder, his lips twitching at the way you stumbled at his sudden movement. “That’s all the more reason to celebrate. Let’s go get ice cream.”

You gaped, somehow even more confused than before. “Celebrate? What are we celebrating? My driver’s license?”

Reaching down, Wilbur patted your head, grinning brightly. “You’ve made a step forward to finally being less of a wimp. That’s something.”

You sent him another glare, but shoved your hand into your pocket nonetheless. A few moments of rummaging later, you pulled out your parents’ car keys with a defeated sigh. “You’re lucky I like ice cream. But don’t blame me if I crash the car.”

“Hey,” he said, unwrapping his arm from its spot on your shoulder to pick up his bag, “even if you do, at least that way I’ll miss my stats test tomorrow.”

You gasped, frowning at him as you smacked his arm. “That’s a terrible thing to say.”

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he simply hummed at you, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight. “Sometimes, the truth hurts,” he said, “and you just have to accept it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he waved a hand, gesturing to your backpack. “Enough of the melodrama, though—get your stuff. I want ice cream.”

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes at him again, leaning down to grab your backpack with one hand and your keys with the other. As the two of you began to make your way across the field, squinting past the blinding sunlight, you felt your heart flutter in anticipation.

Friday—you could wait for Friday.

The roaring applause was absolutely deafening around you as the football slammed into the grass, claps and shouts ringing across the bleachers like nothing you’ve heard before. On the other side of the field, you watched as the cheerleaders shook their pom-poms, Chrissy landing a flip in front of the crowd with a stunning grin. With a slight wince, you grimaced, your eyes flickering to the scoreboard. Your team was losing 24 to 37, but from the way everyone was yelling, you’d have thought they had just won a war. Did they just get a point, or...?

“You don’t know anything about football, do you?”

You whirled around, tearing your eyes away from the scoreboard to find Wilbur sitting beside you with a bucket of popcorn sitting on his lap. You frowned at his unimpressed look, resolve etched into your features. “I know things. Like, um—” You paused for a second. “Like, Clay is the quarterback.”

A sardonic smile stretched across his face, and he cocked his head at you. “That’s great,” he drawled. “But do you know what a quarterback does?”

You stiffened, digging your thumb into the palm of your hand. “Plays football?” you offered sheepishly.

Wilbur deadpanned, picking at a stray thread on his mustard yellow sweater. “You’re hopeless.”

You let out a whine, burying your face in your hands to at least try to ignore the aching warmth creeping onto your cheeks, a prickle of anxiety creeping up your spine. “I’m trying, okay?”

A hand settled onto your shoulder, familiar and warm. “I know, I know,” he murmured, sounding reassuring for once, “and I’m proud of you for that.”

You lifted your head, your wide eyes meeting his earnest ones. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really. But,” he added, something flashing in his gaze, “as your best friend, it is also my responsibility to clown you at every given opportunity.”

You pushed his arm off your shoulder with a pout. “You’re right, but I hate that you’re right.”

With a chuckle, he stuck his hand into the bucket on his lap, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Look,” he said, casting a worried glance at you, “I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little—you look like you’re stressed out of your mind.”

Your voice came out louder than you would have liked, your nails digging into your palms. “Because I am! I am, okay? He...” You trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “...he means a lot to me, and I really like him.”

Wilbur’s gaze grew soft, his hold on the popcorn bucket growing loose. “I know you do.” He paused for a moment, then nudged your shoulder with his. “Tell you what,” he began, “if we win the game, you tell him, but if we lose, we can just go home.”

You stared at him, the weight on your shoulders suddenly feeling a lot less heavy. “Seriously?”

He nodded, his lips quirking. “Yes. I don’t want to push you into doing something you’ll regret.”

You turned back to the scoreboard once more, your gaze darting back and forth between the 24 on the sign and the grass. Down below, you caught a glimpse of a uniform with the number one plastered across the back dashing across the field as the crowd cheered. The gears in your head whirred, and you felt your gut churn. Did you really want to leave and give up, now? Were you really okay with that?

Memories of emerald green eyes and loud peals of laughter flashed across your mind, and you felt your chest grow hot.

“Okay,” you breathed, quiet yet firm. “Okay, I think I—”

You stopped, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. Sucking in another breath, your eyelids shot open and you swallowed. “I can do this.” Your eyes flitted to Wilbur’s. “Yeah?” You nodded to yourself. “Yeah.”

Wilbur sucked on the inside of his cheek, his fingers nervously tapping on the side of the popcorn bucket. “We can still go home, it’s okay. We can leave now if you wa—”

You shook your head, and his words fell quiet. “No,” you sighed, feeling both nervous and relieved. “No. I’m gonna do it.”

His fingers stopped, surprise seeping into his expression. “You are?”

You watched as the football soared across the air, spinning in a perfect spiral. Something inside you flipped, and you found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

“I am.”

Flashing lights scattered broken rays of rainbows across the ceiling, moving bodies jumping and dancing against one another as their eyes glimmered with excitement. Some pop song you were pretty sure you had heard on the radio that morning was blasting through the speakers, making the floor shake beneath your feet. You blinked down at your shoes, feeling your arms tingle at your side with discomfort.

“I kind of regret doing this.”

Beside you, Wilbur let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he poured himself another glass of... whatever he had been drinking. “I literally told you we could leave earlier.”

Your hand trembled at your side, your thumb pressing against your side as you shuffled back and forth anxiously. “Do not remind me, please. I’m already on the verge of losing my mind right about now.”

Wilbur glanced down at you, taking in your shaking lip and nervous expression, then smiled, bending over slightly so that he was eye-level with you. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice still reaching your ear despite the deafening music, “you’ve got this, okay?” He pushed his cup toward you, gently tapping your arm with it. “I’m still here for you, even if goes badly. Remember that.”

The sting crawling up your spine grew a little fainter at his words, and you bit your lip, shooting him a sheepish smile. “Thanks. I’ll, um, find you later?”

Reaching his hand up, he ruffled your hair with a reassuring smile. “Of course. Go on, now.” Patting your back one last time, he bumped his side into yours playfully, pushing you forward. “You can do it.”

You pursed your lips one last time, willing the butterflies in your stomach to die down before turning on your heel and making your way through the house. You could do this—yeah, you definitely could! What was the worst that could happen?

You stepped past wild movements and braying laughter, weaving your way through the maze that was Chrissy’s house as your eyes swept over the bustling crowd. You never knew Chrissy lived in such a nice place, but really, you weren’t all that surprised, and you weren’t really complaining. After all, it was a nice party, and more than a great place to celebrate your school’s victory.

Although you would wished that it wasn’t as big as it was, if only so you could actually find Clay.

As you slowly pushed against the torrent of mingling people, your mind began to wander. I wonder if I look okay. Does my hair still look alright after Wilbur messed with it? He better not have ruined it. Or maybe Clay would find it cute? Your face burned, and you shook your head to yourself, muttering under your breath. You weren’t sure anymore, but you could tell that the nerves were starting to get to you.

You found your pushing into the kitchen, nearly toppling over someone’s leg as the dangling lights came into view. Reaching forward, you grabbed onto the counter to balance yourself, blood pumping in your ears. Were parties always this crazy, or was everyone just high off the adrenaline from the game? You couldn’t tell.

It was then that a voice called out over the deafening music echoing in your ears. “Yo, [Y/N]!”

You whirled at the sound of your name, your eyes scanning the kitchen for the owner’s voice before landing on a familiar face leaning up against the counter. “Sapnap?” you said, eyes widening as you walked over.

Sapnap flashed you a welcoming smile, raising his cup to his lips to take a small sip. “Hey,” he said, his voice somehow sailing across the blaring bass, “it’s good to see you. I feel like you never come to parties.”

You nodded, tucking some hair behind your ear as you offered him a sheepish smile, shrugging. “Just thought it would be nice to spend some a night out for once, you get me?” It was right when Sapnap nodded that you gasped, clapping your hands together. “Oh, by the way, have you seen Clay?”

Sapnap paused, fiddling with his cup. “Clay? I’m pretty sure he was with Chrissy out in the backyard.”

He jutted his head toward the glass, sliding door on the opposite side of the room, and you sent him a grateful grin. “Awesome, thanks.” Raising your hand in a wave, you turned. “See you around!”

He raised his cup in return, smiling back at you. “See ya.”

Your anxiety had blossomed into excitement now, a grin tugging at your lips as you leapt around the dining table and grabbed the door handle, sliding it open with a grunt. Stepping outside, you heard the splashing of the pool and bursts of giggles echo around you, washing the dim, evening clouds with a pale, swimming glow. Like the rest of her house, Chrissy’s backyard was big—bigger than you’d have thought. With a pool and a gazebo to boot, you were shocked by how unsurprised you were.

Sapnap said he was out here last time he saw him, you thought, wiping your damp palms on your bottoms. Your heart raged against your rib cage, beating wildly as you sucked in a deep breath. I guess it’s now or nothing.

Plastering a smile to your face, you lifted your head, taking a step forward only for your eyes to catch on someone moving in the gazebo.

Your heart stopped.

Tucked away under the gazebo’s arching roof, there sat Clay, his arm wrapped around Chrissy’s waist as he gazed at her with warm, fond eyes. He dipped his head down to whisper something into her ear, and you could only watch as she giggled, tilting his head down to press her lips against his in a soft, sweet peck.

Your lungs were constricted in your chest, and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. Every breath you took felt like a weight of bricks had been set into your bones, your vision hyper focusing on the sight lying a few feet away from you.

Her hands in his. His eyes focused on her. The sound of her laughter, light and pure. The flash of his smile, loving and kind.

He... Clay... and Chrissy...?

It was almost as you had ducked your head into the pool, everyone’s voices sounding murky and unfamiliar. Beside you, you could vaguely make out the conversation of two girls chatting away with one another, their smiles bright and gazes eager.

“Hey,” one murmured, “do you know how long Clay and Chrissy have been together?”

The other paused. “I think he asked her out after they won the game, right when everyone was coming over. Romantic, right?”

There was a gasp. “Really? That’s so cute. They’re perfect together, aren’t they? Head cheerleader with the quarterback—” A dramatic sigh. “—it’s like a movie or something.”

You heard a noise of affirmation. “And they’re both so nice. Like, gosh, no wonder they ended up together.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, your eardrums ringing inside your head. The world suddenly felt like it was a million miles away, like you were hearing everything through a tunnel as you stumbled your way back toward the house. Voices chatted around you and bodies jostled you as you walked, but all you could think about was the thought of Clay’s lips pressed to Chrissy’s, the image burned to the back of your eyelids.

Wilbur, you thought through the jumbled mess of your thoughts. I need to find Wilbur. Where is he?

Someone laughed beside you—it sounded too much like Clay. Everything was too loud, too bright. You were going to be sick.

Just then, a swathe of mustard yellow caught your attention from the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you were turning on your heel, pushing past strangers and acquaintances alike with only one goal in mind. Wilbur was taking to someone you recognized as Eret, the British transfer student from a little while back. They looked like they were getting along well, what with the way Wilbur was smiling, but right now, you couldn’t wait another second to get your best friend’s attention.

The moment you reached him, your hand was already gripping onto his arm, tugging at him. “Wilbur,” you said shakily, feeling like your knees were about to give out, “we need to leave. Right now.”

Wilbur turned, the bright lights making his eyes gleam in the dimness. “Oh, [Y/N], how’d it g—” His smile fell from his face the second his eyes met yours, worry flooding his features. “What happened?”

Your throat felt tight as you curled your fingers tighter into his sweater, the fabric bunching up in your hand. “Wilbur, please.”

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, then he nodded, his gaze softening. “Okay.” Turning, he sent a quick wave to Eret, muttering some excuse before dipping his head closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “I’ll drive,” he murmured. “Where to?”

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest, a small, tight noise leaving you as your lips struggled to form a sentence. “I don’t know—my house... yours... the park?” You clung to his arm like an anchor, half-feeling like you would drift off into the endless sea without him. “Just... anywhere but here.”

Wilbur scanned your face, his fingers twitching against your backside before he nodded, nudging you forward ever so slightly. “Park it is.”

You were only vaguely aware of being pulled away from the party, walking down the front steps of the house and into the passenger seat of the car as Wilbur turned on the ignition. Your vision grew blurry as you felt hot tears begin to stream down your cheeks, the world outside the car windows turning into a hazy mess of colour and shadows. Inside your chest, you felt the shards of your heart dig against your lungs. Heartbroken didn’t even begin to describe the anguish you felt.

At least you weren’t the one driving.

You kicked your legs back and forth on the squeaky swing set, the loud creaking digging into your skull like a thought you couldn’t shake. Your insides felt heavy underneath your skin, and you felt the back of your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“Did you want to talk about it?”

Your eyes slowly lifted to meet Wilbur’s, who was standing in front of you, his face contorted in concern as he quietly waited for you to respond. “I...” you began softy, swallowing. “I’m not sure.”

He simply watched you for a moment, then nodded, murmuring a soft, “That’s okay.”

In the distance, you could see a lamppost flickering in the darkness, the light fading in and out of view like it was just barely grappling to stay afloat. A wave of sadness rolled over you at the sight, although you couldn’t name why, as you found yourself opening your mouth, the words tumbling from your lips in incoherent sentences.

“It’s just... I just... I, um. I—” You stopped, letting your eyes fall shut before you managed to whisper, “He was with Chrissy, you know?”

Wilbur froze, his eyes slowly widening as he took in your words. “He was?”

You nodded your head, something cold and broken rattling in your chest at the movement. “Yeah.”

Fury flashed across his face like a wildfire, and he crouched down before you, his jaw clenched tightly. “Even after he asked you if you had plans...” He scowled, cursing under his breath. “What a prick.”

You let out a soft laugh, but it felt forced, the smile immediately slipping off your face the moment you closed your mouth. “He was all over her, you could tell,” you whispered, clutching your arms tighter around yourself. “He was looking at her like... I dunno, like she had done something wonderful, like she was the greatest thing in the world.”

The back of your eyelids stung, and you sucked in a shuddering breath. The hollow hole in the pit of your stomach suddenly didn’t feel so empty anymore as something cold and sad began to pool around your lungs as you continued. “And like, gosh, just... you were right when you said the truth hurts, Will.” Beside you, you saw him since, his expression blurry from the tears starting to fill your eyes. “It hurts. A lot. It really, really does.”

Your hand clutched at the fabric covering your heart, almost as if you were trying to cradle the shattered pieces. “I know I can’t control his feelings, and I shouldn’t have expected anything,” you whispered, “but I just felt like we had something, you know? Like we could have been something. But now it’s all—”

Your voice suddenly cracked, your sentences cut off by an empty, choked out sob. Hot, wet droplets spilled down your cheeks, and you squeezed your eyes shut, your sides trembling. In an instant, Wilbur’s arms wrapped around you, and you felt him tug you into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder while you whimpered.

“Oh, [Y/N]...” he whispered, his hand stroking against your back.

You hiccuped against him, shaking like a leaf as you buried your face into his sweater. “I’m sorry for roping you into this—I really thought I had a chance, but what was I thinking? She’s Chrissy, and I’m just...” You sobbed. “I’m just...”

All of a sudden, Wilbur pulled you back from him, his hands gripping onto your shoulders tightly as his eyes bore into yours. “You’re you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes going wide. Wh-What?

Before you, Wilbur’s fingers dug sternly into your shoulders, his stare unwavering as he spoke clearly and true. “Look,” he said, “I can’t tell you what he was thinking, and I can’t tell you why he did that. But...” He paused for a moment, and you watched his face soften as his tone grew warm.

“I can tell you that he just passed up the best girl in the whole, wide world.”

You felt tears prick your eyes once more, but this time they didn’t burn. “Y-You’re just saying that,” you whined, reaching a hand up to wipe at your eyes.

He shook you gently in his arms, prodding you with his hands. “I’m not, I promise, even if I do think you’re my loser best friend.”

When you laughed this time, it didn’t feel nearly as heavy as it did before. You caught a glimpse of his smile as you pressed the sleeve of your shirt against your eyes, soaking up your tears. “Thanks, Wilbur,” you whispered as you sent him a smile—a real one. “Really.”

He grinned at you, dropping his hands from your shoulders. “Anytime, [Y/N]. Now,” he said, rising to his feet, “how do you feel about getting ice cream?”

You blinked at him, taking in the sight of his glimmering eyes in the light of the shining moon. “Please don’t tell me you’re calling this a celebration.”

He shook his head, but you caught the way his lips twitched in amusement. “No. Sometimes you just get ice cream because it makes you feel better.” He stretched his hand out toward you. “Here.”

You slipped your fingers between his, letting him pull you up from the creaky swing set with a slight huff. Once you let go, you held your palm up toward him, waiting. “I’ll drive.”

He cocked his head at you, slowly pulling your keys out of the pockets of his jeans. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

You shook your head at him, picking the keys up from his palm. “It’s alright.” Tossing them once in your palm, you flashed him a grin. “Hey, if I crash the car, I won’t have to hand in that assignment on Monday.”

Wilbur blinked at you once, then twice. Then, he burst into laughter, clutching at his chest as he keeled over, wiping a tear from his eye as he smacked your arm with his. “You know what?” he gasped between breaths as he stood upright once more. “I’ll pay for ice cream, this time.”

A cheer tore itself from your lips, and you pumped your fist in the air as you went racing down the hill toward your car parked by the sidewalk, the wind whipping at your face. Behind you, you could hear Wilbur shout your name as he chased after you, his voice echoing into the cool, dark night.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought. Clay was happy, and while you weren’t quite there yet yourself, you knew that one day, you would be, too.

After all, while the truth may hurt, it wasn’t all bad, either.

[babbushka]

Midnight Pearls

Ancient Emperor!Kylo Ren x Goddess!Reader

A/N: This oneshot is inspired by, and dedicated to, my dear friend @autumnlovesadam who is always so kind in enabling me when I want to write about a certain au. I've been craving some Emperor Kylo content, and here we are!

3.5k, NSFW (slight exhibitionism, body worship, sex on the beach [PIV, fingering & oral {F receiving}])

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This is the third time now, that you’ve had to give his hand a squeeze, in an attempt to get him to continue walking. Three times now, that he has stopped abruptly on the beach, staring down at the dark sands below your feet, concentrating on something so hard that you’re positive he’s going to give himself lines in his forehead. With a gentle smile, you coax him to continue walking down the shoreline with you, resuming your midnight stroll.

It had been Kylo’s idea to slip away late in the night, when much of the city was asleep. He had gotten it in his head that he wanted to walk up and down the coast with you on his arm, and when Kylo gets in the mood for something, he simply will not rest until it is done. So, you find yourself in your most comfortable of robes, barefoot in the sand, hand in hand with your Emperor, as he scowls into the light of the moon.

All is well, until he stops for a fourth time, and instead of quietly tugging him along once again, you simply smile fondly and raise a brow in the dark, asking, “What are you doing?”

“I am on a great hunt, blossom.” He replies vaguely, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Ah I see, my Emperor’s head never seems to rest.” You attempt to let go of his hand, deeming him too preoccupied to notice, “And here I thought that I might be company enough for you on this evening.”

“Of course you are, in fact, the fruits of this effort are for you, and you alone.” Kylo snatches your palm right back up almost instantly, in that anxious sort of way that he does when he cannot bear to be mere inches apart. Something warm in your chest blooms at that, at his wanting to touch you, even when he’s distracted by some self imposed quest.

“Do tell.” You hum in amusement with a playful sort of encouragement.

Kylo walks along the shore with you, up to his ankles in the water. It is easy for him to cut through the resistance of the tide -- after all, he is so strong, he is the Emperor. Stopping and starting again as he inspects the sand beneath his feet, before sighing and pushing some of his long hair out of his face.

“I seek the most beautiful of all seashells that my beach has to offer.” Finally responding, Kylo bends down and with his free hand, splashes about in the shallow water, seemingly having found one. Upon closer inspection though, he must deem it unworthy, because he lets it drop back into the sand, and moves on.

Resting your head on his shoulder for a few steps, you too cast your gaze downwards. It is difficult to see in the dark like this, nothing but the moon shining and glittering on the water to light your way. It’s full tonight, and you, along with the rest of the Empire, have already given your offerings to the Goddess of the moon, in the hopes that she will be pleased. The night is clear, no clouds to be seen, so you believe that she is.

“There are a great deal many shells, your seas are healthy.” You remark proudly, wanting Kylo to be proud too.

“So you understand why it takes me so long.” He gives you a smile there in the dark, one that he thinks you can’t see.

The upturn of his lips is silhouetted in the silvery lining of the moon, and you savor the image for as long as you can, before he is stopping again to glare down at the sand.

“Oh my beloved, why not simply pick one? It need not be perfect.” You let out a small exasperated chuckle, hoping that he doesn’t keep this up all evening, lest it be sunrise by the time you return home.

“If it’s for you?” Kylo’s eyes are wide when they look straight into your soul, his voice quiet and soft, speaking nearly to himself when he nods, “Yes it does.”

Your heart goes warm again, and this time you have to bite at your smile so that he does not think you are teasing him. Kylo is a strangely sentimental man, in that, he is sentimental about such odd things. You have watched him burn the remnants of previous Emperors, watched him destroy and rebuild the palace he calls home, watched him storm into battle with such little regard for anyone or anything other than victory.

And yet, when it comes to you, everything must be perfect and precious, because to him, that’s what you are.

It is a long while before he stoops over for the final time, plucking a seashell from underneath the waves. The tide has begun to creep ever closer to shore with the pull of the moon as it travels through the night, the water now up to your calves.

“Here, this is the one.” Kylo brandishes a shell with a pleased sigh, a hopeful smile, as he places the twisted shell in your palm.

“Oh it’s gorgeous!” You gasp honestly, admiring the shape of the gastropoda shell, holding it up to the moon for a better view, “Look at the way it glows in the night, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

You’re not sure what color it is in the daytime, but here in the silver light of midnight, it gleams a glistening purple-blue in your hands. Something of a pearlescent coating hides inside where the little creature that once lived would have called home, a secret just for you.

“You really like it?” Kylo sounds so similar to young Ani whenever he brings you polished stones from the water’s edge that he finds, and you give Kylo the same kind eyes.

“Yes. I will fasten it into a necklace and wear it proudly until the end of my days.” You clutch the seashell in your free palm, not tight enough to break it, but merely so that it remins secure in your grasp, before leaning in to kiss your lover and sigh against his mouth, “Thank you, Kylo, I’ll treasure it always.”

Kylo kisses you again, pulls your body close to his. It is only then that you feel the first shiver of the night ghosting over your skin, and you realize how little clothing you both are truly wearing. You are dressed in a simple sheer white robe that criss-crosses over your chest, falling in long panels down to your ankles which now float atop the black sea. Kylo wears only his long tunic, belted at the waist with a deep purple stash.

As he kisses you, your body grows warmer and warmer, desire pooling in your stomach as your lips part for him, your arms looping around his neck, a silent plea as you sigh and gasp under the bites and kisses to your throat he places.

“There is nothing, or no one, more beautiful than you.” Kylo’s hands grasp at your waist, your robe so thin that you can feel the heat of his palms on your skin, and he tugs you closer, close enough that you can feel the hard line of his cock against your stomach, murmuring, “I ache for you, blossom, let me bury my face between your legs and have a taste of your cunt, I beg.”

“Here I thought you’d never ask.” Grinning, you let him hoist you up into his arms properly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you away from the water’s edge.

Not wanting you to get sandy, he removes the sash and his tunic, and shakes it out so that it lays down onto the cool sand as a blanket. Naked before you, his cock is so impressive, even in the low light of night, you can see the way it curves up deliciously, the way it twitches, wanting to thrust inside of you.

While Kylo sets down the tunic, you busy yourself by removing the few ties that hold your robe together, letting the see-through fabric fall to your feet, your bare body just for Kylo, as his is just for you. He licks his lips, eyes you up and down, gaze fixated on the glistening between your legs, and gently guides you down onto the makeshift blanket.

“My favorite, my most beautiful girl, oh heaven above, you are glorious.” Kylo’s voice nearly breaks with adoration, the reverence in his words shaking through him, as his hands part your thighs with ease.

“Shh, my Emperor, enjoy the spoils of your kingdom, take what is yours.” Your cunt is wet, slick smeared between your thighs in anticipation, pussy fluttering and desperate to be attended to.

Needing no more permission, Kylo moans into your cunt immediately, kissing and sucking at your folds, his teeth and tongue working to open you up, to swallow down the wetness that drips onto his mouth at the stimulation. He is so very good at eating pussy, that you sometimes wonder why you do anything else at all. Losing yourself in the pleasure, you set the seashell down above your head so that it stays safe, and tangle your hands in Kylo’s hair, gripping and gasping tightly right at the base of his skull, moaning out loud into the night air.

Kylo licks up your folds slowly, deliberately, before he plunges it into you in earnest thrusts, eyes shut tight so that he might press his face as close to your flesh as he can manage, your legs sliding over his shoulders, keeping him there as you fist his hair.

“Mmm, fuck.” You sigh, gasping loudly as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts inside your pussy, “Your tongue is so long -- more, I want more.”

Demanding and insistent, you push your hips up to better allow him purchase of your body, and he takes a hold of it as much as he can, the deep moans and grunts of pleasure reverberating through your body, as he shoves his tongue deeper, impossibly so inside of you, joined by two of his fingers to better stretch you out.

“Yes!” You gasp, a great big smile spreading across your face. Kylo’s big, everything about him is big, and even though he’s been fucking you for what feels like an eternity now, you still need proper preparation. His fingers stroke at your walls as he sucks and plunges his tongue further into you, fingers crooking and curling against your gspot, grazing it and making your body shake, shudder, jolt.

Your nipples are hard and oversensitive against the cool air, and you wish he would latch onto them and stimulate them, but he’s decided against that, instead nosing at your swollen clit, paying special attention there. His lips suckle and his cheeks hollow out, and your body writhes on the tunic blanket, gasps and moans hiccupping out of you.

The pleasure is so much but it’s not enough at the same time, not enough to get you to come, not yet, you need to be filled properly. Kylo knows this, and after only a little while longer of drinking down the slick that your pussy shines all over his face, does he pull his mouth away, licking his lips and swiping the back of his free hand over his goatee to collect the juices that soaked his chin.

“You taste like the sea.” He murmurs, licking his lips again and again, eyes glittering like the moon on the waves, “I could spend forever here.”

“I need your cock.” You whine, too desperate for anything else.

Some nights Kylo makes you wait for it for hours and hours, eats your pussy until you’re a sobbing pleading mess, and for a moment it looks like he’s in that mood tonight. But when you say that, he’s reminded of his own rock hard erection, that’s been steadily dripping pre-come into the sand.

He doesn’t want to deny you nor himself that feeling of being so thoroughly fucked, so he doesn’t. Climbing up your body, your face instantly presses against his neck as he hikes your legs up once again, this time spreading them at the right angle that his throbbing cock stuffing you full.

“Ah, yes!” You moan loudly, a little too loudly, loud enough that the stars begin to twinkle brighter, the ocean creeping closer, caressing your sides, licking up against your bare bodies as he settles his weight on top of you, grunting in your ear, bottoming out. “Yes, that’s it -- right there, oh, Kylo!”

Unfocused, your glassy eyes look up at the stars and smile, and you swear they smile back at you, until you can’t look anymore, the pounding pleasure wracking through your body as Kylo gets his purchase and fucks you with a vigor that reminds you of the way he fucks you after battle. It’s so good, it’s too good, your toes curling in the sand, back arching up off the makeshift bed.

The sounds are thick, squelching wet and loud in the night, and your breath begins to come in faster, your moans higher, body on fire. All your nerves tingle and alight at once, and your eyes roll back into your head from the pleasure as he thrusts hard and fast, grinding his hips against yours.

“D-do you think they are watching us? Do you think they are pleased?” You gasp, digging your grip into the muscles of his back, clutching him tight as your body shoves up up up the tunic, the water chasing you, wetting you, covering your bodies and keeping you warm from the summer waters.

“Yes,” Kylo groans, “I feel it in my bones. Your cunt is so tight, oh fuck..!”

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” You cry, the Goddesses above smiling down at you and Kylo. You can feel it in your bones too, can feel it in the way the sea caresses your sides, foam bubbling and tickling your legs as he lowers a hand to your throbbing cunt once more.

“Are you going to come?” His voice is deep and dark and so powerful, all yours, staring at you with concentration, as his fingers rub and pinch at your clit, “Will you come on my cock? Let me feel you.”

“You’re so fucking big -- so big, I -- I -- oh!” You gasp loudly, the sound echoing across the shore, deep into the ocean and high up into the stars. Your legs are spread so wide, and your pussy is so filled with his cock, that cock which doesn’t let up even as you’re teetering on the edge of coming, close close close.

“Beautiful, so beautiful.” Kylo bends himself down to suck on your nipples, harsh and aggressive and exactly what you need as he rolls your clit.

“Kylo please please please!” Nearly jackknifing, your body snaps up in pleasure as you scream out his name, music to his ears.

“Anything for you, always.” He’s drooling all over your chest, drunk off the feeling of your tight cunt clamping down around his cock, but he times his thrusts against your gspot with the rubbing of your clit, and your body shudders and you’re moaning so loudly that you almost have no idea that you’re coming, it’s all one big sensory overload, too much, too good.

The orgasm is beautiful, you can nearly see it, the stars that dance behind your shut eyelids, swirling and sparking down your veins, pleasure hazy and thick flooding your mind. Your heart beats fast, like you’ve run a decathlon, and all at once, that pleasure bubbles up through your chest into a shower of laughter, happy giggles that you can’t seem to stop once they’ve started.

Kylo has yet to finish, but you know this is his favorite part; when you are soft and pliant and he can bury himself even deeper inside your pussy, spilling his come hot and heavy into your cunt. He always makes sure you come first not only because he loves you and wants you to be pleased above all else, but because he loves the feeling of your body taking him so well.

After a few more grunts and hard thrusts that have you whining and gasping, overstimulated tears spilling down your cheeks, he comes, and you can feel the heat of it spreading through your body, sloshing around inside you.

He collapses down on top of your chest, the both of you taking in deep steady breaths, before you are giggling once again, your limbs nearly numb, softly saying, “I cannot move my legs.”

“Good, I don’t want you going anywhere.” Kylo is too tired to hold you, but you know he would be if he could.

“But the tide, my beloved, we’ll be swept away.” You laugh and laugh and laugh, the adrenaline giving way to something joyous and warm.

“They would never allow that.” He kisses your sternum, “And neither would I.”

Almost as if on cue, the ocean curls and curves around your bodies, touching everything but the spot where you lay, a silent agreement from the Goddesses. They love you, they want to see you succeed, they won’t let any harm come your way.

Later, much later, when you’re starting to grow stiff from lying on the hard floor of the shore, do you gently push Kylo to sit up, so that you can begin to re-dress and make the walk up the cliffs back to the palace. It is a long walk, and you know that if you don’t go now, you’ll both just sleep naked outside, which you’d never hear the end of. Kylo knows the same to be true, so he helps you stand up on your sex-wobbly feet, and hands you your robe to loosely wrap around your body. He dresses in his tunic, shaking off as much of the sand as possible -- when he whirls around to face you as you gasp in anguish, “Oh no!!”

“What is it, blossom?” Kylo is at your side in a moment, and you merely drop to your knees and search the sand with sad panicked eyes.

“My seashell! The waves -- it got lost -- I’m so sorry.” You look like you could cry, but not tears of pleasure, and Kylo can’t have that, not for one moment.

“It’s quite alright, it just gives us an excuse to come out here and look for it another night, doesn’t it?” He offers you his hands and pulls you back up to standing, holding your body close, kissing your throat and shoulders that are exposed, covering them with reassurance.

You sigh, feeling awful that he spent all that time looking for something to give you, and you went and lost it. But when you look at Kylo, eyes straining in the pitch black of night, you find that he’s not mad at all.

“Perhaps next time I shall find one for you too.” You say by way of apology again, and Kylo only shakes his head, pinching your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to meet his in a kiss.

“There is no need, you are already the most precious pearl a man could hold.” He whispers, a secret just for you, one that you simply must kiss him again about.

“You are very good to me.” You whisper back, your hands bracing against his strong chest, against the Emperor’s chest, “I hope you know this. I hope you know how much I adore you.”

“One day I will see you Empress, and then I’ll have earned that praise.” Kylo muses, and you know that is a treasonous conversation that’s best had elsewhere -- another place and time. Murderous plots were not often pillow-talk, and you weren’t inclined to start that now.

“You are already deserving of it.” You promise him, before changing the subject before he can grow sentimental to dwell on it, “I have grown cold. Let us return to our rooms, and allow me to convince you.”

Beginning the long walk back the shore, the moon seems to follow your path along the horizon, shining on the water and providing a safe beacon of light for you to climb the cliffs once again.

You will ask Kylo to bring you out here again, maybe not tomorrow but perhaps the night after, and you will kiss and make love underneath the stars once again, seashells in hand.

These nights are special, the ones you get with your Emperor, and you intend to savor them as often as you can, your midnight pearls.

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★ ·.·˙··˙·.· MOONLIGHT SHOWERS !

➫ pairings ;; armin arlert x m!reader.

➫ wordcount ;; 1,299

➫ synopsis ;; while on a stake-out, armin sits down to join you for a night to sky watch.

➫ authors%note ;; fluff / my first aot fic ? fosho fosho

"Make the rounds again, be sure there are no other survey ships coming from the north."

A chorus of affirmations followed the commander's orders. The soldiers all split up and coddled into their own groups to keep watch, all except one Y/N. He remained in his spot on the lukewarm sand, the grains hugging his feet as he moved around to avoid the shivering pokes of the waves coming upon the shore.

In the midst of the splashes of water, he picked up the light sound of footsteps coming his way. Silently, he took up his boots and swapped sides to make room for the person, who plopped down so close to his side, the warmth from their body radiating. One glance out of the corner of his eye found Armin as his comrade. For a moment Y/N caught himself starting, his eye subtly watching the blond man gaze up at the sky. But subtle didn't last too long as Armin's eyes shot towards his, those ocean blue eyes were unbelievably bright and warming as they settled on him.

They crinkled just the slightest bit when his pink lips curved into a soft smile that was reserved special just for him.

Armin bumped shoulders with him, tipping the other over. He managed to scoot closer to Y/N and their thighs grazed each others. Even through the rough material of their pants, Y/N still felt that shock.

"The moon is really beautiful. It reflects so nicely onto the sea, don't you think?" 

A sigh left those lips and Armin wove his hands underneath his legs as he brought them to his chest. Y/N felt inclined to agree - he means, the night sky was something he's always adored. Getting to sky watch was hell inside the walls; they were always annoyingly tall and he could never see the stars in all of their glory. His folks never didn't want him out too late either so this was his only opportunity to fully appreciate it.

Y/N leaned back on his palms and huffed out a little laugh. "Yeah I could think of about a bazillion things I like about it." That sparked Armin's interest as he shifted to face him, a giddy smile ready. "Oh really? Name one off the top of your head."

"I love the way it's rays bathe you in it."

They were both fully facing each other now and Y/N has never felt so lucky that his heated face has gone unnoticed. Damn him and his mouth to hell.

Armin looked shell shocked at the answer but stuttered out a fit of chuckles. "You know that's one thing you love, I thought we were talking about things we liked."

"But it's true," the brother man sucked at his teeth. "You've always been a looker but the moonlight just makes it even better. It just...it just makes everything that I thought couldn't get better just pop!" Y/N spoke with his hands, Armin followed with sheepishness. He didn't know where this burst of confidence came from but it was too late to just backtrack.

"Come on, you're just saying that. I'm nothing special, not with everyone else here." The blond tried to play it off as a joke, a strained laugh and all, but his voice faded into a soft whisper and it frustrated the other to no end. Y/N shifted to his knees and stopped Armin's hands from rubbing at his neck. He molded their hands together, squishing the milky hands in between his own for a stark contrast.

"Armin...you're one of the smartest guys I know. But you gotta be the most ignorant one when it comes to love." Y/N was exasperated. The blond blinked at him with furrowed eyebrows, "I- excuse me?"

He took a breather, listening to the waves once again, they got close and almost washed away the mess they had made in the sand. "There's so many things about you that I can just never get enough of," shining blue eyes egged him on; just begging him to continue. "Your wise mind and determined soul from the moment you stepped into the corps. You inspired me from the beginning. Learning to be your comrade, your friend is something I've cherished--"

"--The only thing I would want more is to have your heart."

Hands twitched in between his before he was engulfed into a hug from the now tearful blond. "Y/N...that was the sweetest thing ever! ... I can't fathom why you keep it to yourself all these years." Not once did he move an inch and Y/N savored the feeling of his arms slithering around him, getting tighter and tighter. The man shrugged the best he could, slumping down into his embrace. "I don't know man. It just never felt like the right time to me. The whole titan-killing and now Marley, I was more afraid that I would end up never telling you."

Armin shakily exhaled and it fanned the crook of his neck. "Yeah. I get it. But even if it's the end of the world as we know it, I'd tell you that I love you in a heartbeat." Y/N closed his eyes and smiled to himself, he was so glad to hear it.

They both sat there in silence, over the waves were their comrades hushed voices as they continued on with the commander. Neither dared to pull away, only getting more comfortable in each other's arms.

"Hey, Y/N?" Armin was the first to speak again.

"Yeah Armin?" he opened his eyes.

A short pause and then came, "can I kiss you?"

The man could've sworn that his mind was playing tricks on him, but just to confirm everything, he breathed out a "s-sure." Armin then leaned back and caught his eyes, he couldn't stop smiling and it was all too contagious that Y/N felt the giddiness creeping up on him. A hand gripped his waist and a hand latched to the crook of his neck. As the blond was slowly leaning into him, Y/N thanked the moon for shining down on them in this moment.

It was like time stopped when lips met his, his heart pounding hard against his chest. The only thing he could focus on was how soft the blond's lips felt and how everything about him just invaded all his senses. If he still thought this was a dirty trick, he ought to be a fool.

Their lips moved sweetly against each other, and neither could get enough. Armin was shifting closer to Y/N, the raw emotion dripping onto the other, their limbs becoming entangled by the second while the night sky washed over them.

Suddenly they both felt pain in their heads, wincing and looking up to find a cheeky-eyed Connie with a thunderspear in his right hand.

"Times up, love birds. You both need to get back into position, captain's orders-" but his grin grew and he twirled the spear to tease. "Or do you guys need a little more 'alone time'?"

Y/N groaned and put his head in his hands while Armin jumped off the sand to tell Connie to quit it, which led into a little playful chase between the two along the shore.

How embarrassing, the lonesome man thought. But he still smiled as he watched a beet red Armin shout after Connie's cackling ass.

Maybe they'll get another time like this. Y/N looked up to the sky and hummed. Another wave crashed in and almost took his boots with it. He stood up and gathered them and made his way back, yelling at both of his friends to hightail it.

Next time, he thought, they just have to do this again.

[bookishnewt]

How have we not been talking about the death visions both Kremy and Gideon see when looking at the ghost train!? They’re so sad, dark, and tragic.

Kremy dies flat broke and alone wandering through a desert with a zombified Gideon by his side. Something happened to Gid and was brought back in the only way Kremy could.

Gideon’s vision has him alone, having lost Kremy years ago. It’s the anniversary of the night they met and he’s drowning himself in alcohol. Then he gets sick, falls and died in a puddle of his own vomit.

Both visions involved one losing the other and I can’t stop thinking about it.

(Video Source: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1992760735?collection=xqoLmFvHnBfa2g)

[jonogueirawrites]

Ipê Branco.

AO3

Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy, Slow Burn (ish), Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Rick Flag Lives, Peacemaker dies, Happy Ending.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 6 – My name.

Summary: Prim and Rick give in to their primal desires. Although they could blame it on the sex pollen, they know deep down that the undeniable attraction that lurks underneath their skins took the opportunity to manifest.

T.W.: Smut / Dubious Consent / Sex Pollen.

Rick felt her fingernails on his scalp. Her fingers massaging his skin and bringing him in to deepen their kiss.

Her lips tasted like honey, and her skin felt smooth as silk under his touch. Her scent the only thing his nose could smell. Like an addict, he buried it in the crook of her neck, nibbling on the warm skin. When a whimper left her mouth and reached his ears, his hand flew to her hair, grabbing a handful of soft silver curls and pulling it back, exposing more of her neck and the valley of her breasts. His lips touched hers, but he denied the kiss. He bit her lower lip and felt her body trembling under his touch. His tongue grazed where he had bit and next he sucked it deliciously slowly.

Rick stared her down from all his height. Her eyes remained closed, but he read ecstasy on her features. His fingers grabbed her cheeks in a silent order to look at him. When she obeyed, only lust in the depth of the green forest of her bewitching eyes stared back at him.

A sudden urge to hear her beg came over him. Beg for him. Beg for his name in the air. Declare she was his.

Her hands made their way down to the hem of his t-shirt, her eyes desperately searching his. Rick felt her nails grazing his stomach when she started to lift the fabric, but his hands stopped hers locking her in place, unable to touch him. His nose lifted her chin up, forcing her to keep her eyes up at him.

He smiled. A wicked and mischievous smile. “Not so fast, Sunshine.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her up to sit her on the table. Her legs circled his hips, and she squeezed him, eliciting a sinful moan to leave his mouth. A moan she shut down with a needy kiss.

Prim’s legs circled his hips in a perfect fit. Her hands found the hem of his t-shirt again and pulled it up in a hurry, not giving him time to stop her. She wanted to admire him, caress the muscles hidden behind his clothes. Kiss and bite down hard on his skin, but the need to touch, feel, and taste was too much, so she opted for kissing him.

She cupped his cheeks when he nosed his way down her chin to the hollow of her neck. One of his hands keeping her head still and the other trailed her knee up to her thigh, bringing the skirt of her dress up, making her shiver with the cold air, and resting on the curve of her hip. His warm fingers caressing her skin and his soft lips leaving ghost kisses under the dress’s strap. With his teeth, he pushed the thin fabric over her shoulder to have more space to torture her with his delicate pecks.

Trying to coax him to do something, anything, Prim held a handful of his hair and pressed his head against her shoulder, and felt him nibble there and nothing else. Frustrated, she squeezed her legs around him and heard him chuckle. “Need something?” He whispered on her heated skin, and she felt a surge of pleasure course through her body. She knew he had noticed how her body responded to his touch by the way a quiet grunt reached her ears and his hips pressed against her hips. His clothed erection rubbed against her clit, making her eyes roll. She forgot how to breathe when he locked eyes with her and ordered on her lips, “Use your words, Sunshine.” It was all it took for incoherent words to spill out of her mouth.

“I need you, Mr. Colonel Flag, I-” Prim felt him trembling against her, but he did not give her what she needed. She dug her nails on his naked back until she left crescent moons as a warning.

“My name.” His left fingers on her hair, the right ones clutching at her thigh. “I want to hear you beg.” He bit the crook of her neck and licked it afterward, and her mind became clay in his fingers. Molding and taking form under his touch, just like he had been under hers. “Say my name and beg, Sunshine.”

“Please,” was the only thing she could say. She could think.

“Please, what?” His eyes watching his pale hand caressing the inside of her amber thigh, slowly making its way to where she needed him the most.

“Rick, plea-” She never finished her sentence because his mouth devoured hers and his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body lit like fireworks, and she surrendered herself to him.

It had been a long time since Prim had been with someone, and she wouldn’t last long if he kept up the pressure. Rick arched towards her when her nails scratched his back on their way down and over his hips until they found the button of his pants. She unbuttoned it with no patience or time to waste and reached inside his pants, circling his cock with her warm fingers.

He bucked against her hand and grunted on her lips. The hand holding her head came to grab her cheeks. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned her with bite in his voice. His lips ghosting hers and his breath on her face.

“Or what?” She stared at his hazel eyes. A hint of mischief behind her defiant tone and a small smile playing at the curve of her lips.

“Sunshine,” he warned her again, but his words became a loud moan in her mouth when he closed his eyes, feeling her hand stroke him lazily. “Prim,” in his voice a plea, one she was more than happy to oblige.

She bit his lower lip and held his cock with both hands, with one thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. Prim moaned when he pushed her underwear to the side and inserted his long thick finger inside her.

Rick soon found the spot that made her body shiver and her mind go blank. His finger massaged it, and she gasped loudly, making him grin before kissing her. The orgasm she had been chasing since he first laid his fingers on her approaching, and she opened her mind to welcome it with utmost abandon.

Rick stopped kissing her when he felt her legs trembling around his hips and her walls squeezing his fingers. The hitch in her breathing and the whimper escaping her mouth music in his ears. His name leaving her lips in a quiet final moan, his abdication.

He followed her and felt his body trembling under her touch. With closed eyes, he nested his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deep her tempting scent, committing it to memory for all eternity.

Rick wanted to trail her body with the tips of his fingers and find every ticklish spot on her skin. He wanted to find the ones that made her say his name in the tone that made him forget about the world and focus on her pleasure alone. Made her see stars because of him. Made her wanting, needing him as much as he wanted her.

“Rick…” Her voice so low, he would have not heard if his ear wasn’t so close to her lips. Her hands on his shoulders gently pushing him away. Her tone making him frown in worry and his heart sadden. Feeling the loss of something he couldn’t name. “Mr. Colonel Flag.” Her hands cupping his cheeks, forcing him to part from her.

When his eyes landed on hers, she averted his gaze, and bit her lip. Tucking a curl behind an ear. “We should-” He noticed the way she pushed the skirt lower, trying to cover her legs and having trouble because he was still between them. Her eyes never on him. “I-” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I am so sorry, Prim.” His tone as embarrassed as his face. “I don’t know what came over me.” He took a step back and lifted a hand to help her down the table, but she refused to look or touch him. “I-I…” He turned his back to her. Fumbling to close his pants and think about what had happened. “There was a plant with tentacles. I remember killing it. There was gas-” His eyes opened wide, and he searched the floor until he found the broken jar.

On the lid, two words were written, but only the second was readable, and he read it aloud, “- pollen.” Prim flinched and ran her fingers over her wild curls.

“Sex pollen.” Her voice so tiny, he only heard because he was paying attention. “It is one of Poison Ivy’s abilities. To influence people to comply to her wishes.” She sighed and walked back to him. Standing by his side and taking the lid in her hands. “A few years ago, a group of scientists captured her and created the sex pollen from the ability. I don’t know exactly how it’s made, but whoever comes in contact with the gas has an uncontrollable urge to have sex.” He noticed her breath trembling and how she sighed, trying to retake control of it. “It has different effects on different people. Some say they have this feeling of imminent death if they don’t have sex, which never happens. Some lose complete control and attack the first thing in front of them. It does not matter; it will make the victim seek some sort of relief.” She threw the lid on the ground, and he watched as vines started invading the place. “We should get out of here before this old shed falls down on us.” Without much to say, he followed her outside, where they watched it crumble down.

“I’m sorry, Prim.” He ran his fingers over his hair. “I never-“

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, or anyone’s really. Let’s just forget about it and pretend it never happened, shall we?” She smiled at him, but all he could do was feel a tug at his heart. A part of him slipping away.

“Of course,” he agreed without losing a beat. Giving her a smile of his own. “Let’s head back to the camp and tell everyone that you saved me from some tentacle plant.” He watched as Prim nodded and glanced back at the destroyed shed before taking a step beside him.

Her presence comforting and troubling at the same time. His mind telling him to forget what had happened and continue on with the mission, but his heart wanted to embrace her tightly and promise he would never allow anything bad to happen to her. She was safe with him.

Maybe the feeling of loss and desperation was a side effect from the pollen but if it wasn’t… If it was his heart trying to tell him she was special and his mind using logic to dismiss the idea, he would always have the memory of her in his arms. Her mouth calling his name and his fingers leading her to paradise.

Rick glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and didn’t stop his lips from curving up.

Sure, Prim wanted to forget what had happened. None of them could control themselves and only acted on pure instincts. Sex pollen was dangerous, and she wondered why the scientists had it. What terrible things were they planning?

Although she wanted to rationalize what the hell was going on in the island, her mind kept reminding her of his scent. Of his voice whispering in her ear and the taste of him. Her body craved his touch and his lips on her skin. Somewhere deep down she knew she shouldn’t be feeling or thinking like that, but her mind and body seemed to have a life of their own.

Why did she feel so helpless when he readily agreed to her telling him to forget about what had happened? And why did she feel so desolate when he quickly walked away from the only place where she felt alive again? Even if they had no control over their actions, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t miss him.

She took a deep breath and remembered him grunting, moaning, and trembling under her fingers, ensuring she would never forget it.

What had happened might have been wrong with both of them not in complete control with their actions, but they had to admit they were not mindless animals and that deep down they wanted that. Rick to hear her moaning his name and Prim to have Rick making her feel wanted once again.

Thank you for reading!

Next chapter.

[itsallyscorner]

Ik someone else already asked for like a delivery part (and honestly, that would be amazing. Like imagine the girls reacting to Baby Mix casually dropping it in their chat). But, also imagine Tom and Y/N haven’t released anything to the public and Perrie (my loose-lipped queen) let’s it spill over a virtual interview or something, how chaotic would that be????

Anyway, I truly loved your Baby Mix stories. You’re combining two of my favourite things so effortlessly. Thank you💜💜💜

Hello my love! So sorry for the long wait, I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for requesting this and being so patient with me��️ I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix reader! stories🥰 I haven’t written a delivery part yet but I already had an idea of how I wanted to write this so...here ya go! Happy reading🤎🧸

💌.

Meet Aunty Pez

She would be the best aunty in the world, ugh🥺 Also I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, school has been keeping me busy, but hopefully it’ll ease up soon! Sending all my love to all of you💞

At 3:14am, on an early Monday morning, the bundle of joy that you and Tom have been waiting nine months for has finally arrived. After hours of enduring pain and labor, Amelia May Holland was born. Weighing at 7.5 lbs, she had the same bright chocolate colored eyes as her father, gorgeous brown hair, a mix of your and Tom’s nose, and thankfully she inherited your lips. She was a precious little thing, always cradled in the arms of either of her parents, since they both couldn’t believe she was finally in the real world with them.

The sun casted soft rays of light into the hospital room you and your little family occupied. The warm light added to the peaceful atmosphere you were all currently in. You were sat against the hospital bed, cradling Amelia in your arms, while you and Tom stared at her in fascination. You lean your head against Tom’s shoulder, eyes never leaving your baby girl, who’s nose momentarily scrunched up.

Softly chuckling, you glance at Tom, “Not even a day old and she’s already doing a habit of yours.” The gentle smile grows even wider on Tom’s lips, a sense of pride rushing through his veins.

“Well she’s definitely her father’s daughter.” He hums, his arm around your shoulder pulls you flush against his chest. Tom hides his face in the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses onto your skin trailing down to your shoulder, where he rests his chin.

���I can’t believe we made her. Isn’t she the most gorgeous baby in the world?” He speaks in a hushed voice, cautious of startling his newborn daughter awake. He gazes at Amelia with a fond expression on his face, large fingers gingerly reaching out to softly stroke the back of his baby’s hand. She’s only been here a few hours and she’s already wrapped him around her dainty little fingers. He would go to extreme measures to do anything for her and to make sure she lived the best life she can. She was to be treated like a princess in his eyes; because she was his princess and you’ve been bumped up to be his queen.

“She’s all we’ve ever wanted.” You turn to face Tom over your shoulder. The whole morning, ever since you gave birth, the two of you spent most of the time admiring Amelia and would burst into tears at how proud you were of each other. Not only had you both just made the most precious baby in the world, but this was a new chapter in your lives. A new experience of life with a stronger bond, full of love, and years of memories that’ll be looked back on in the future.

Tom shifts his gaze to you, the look in his eyes changing to adoration. He tenderly kisses your lips, repeating the actions a few more times before speaking. “Thank you so much for this. Thank you for being an amazing wife and giving me a family. I love you so, so, so, so, much. You have no idea.” He brushes his nose against yours, shutting his eyes, to savor the meaningful moment.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with anyone else but you. You’re gonna be such an amazing dad.” You beam at him. Tom softly chuckles, leaning his forehead against your temple, “God, I hope.”

“You will, you’ll be the best one in her eyes. I already know it.” You reassure him, pecking the corner of his mouth. You turn your attention back to Amelia, who was still sleeping peacefully in your arms.

“So when should we tell everyone?” Tom asks, resting his chin on your shoulder again. You lean the back of your head against his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his arms.

“I think we should tell our family and friends first. I’m not ready to share her to the public yet, I want her to only be ours for now.” You quietly explain. You feel Tom smile against your skin.

“Of course, darling. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, that’s what we’ll go with.”

(Y/n)🌻: sent a photo

We thought Amelia might want to pop in and say hello to her favorite aunties for the first time!❤️

Perrie🦋: oh my goodness! Congratulations🥳🥳 I’m over the moon for the both of you!!

Oh she’s precious! Look at those cheeks!! I can’t wait to meet her🥺

Jade💜: OMG WE SHARE THE SAME NAME!!

I’m so happy for you and Tom!! You guys are going to be the most amazing parents in the world!❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Baby Amelia, you are the most adorable baby I’ve ever seen!!!😍 Babe, you and Tom have some really good genes👀

Congrats you two!! I’m so proud of you both❤️❤️❤️

Jesy💖: Thank god Amelia got (y/n)’s genes for her lips!!😂😂 I can’t imagine another loose-lipped Holland!

I’m so happy for you guys!! I can’t believe you’re already a mum, darling🥺 We love you so much and can’t wait to see you and Baby Amelia❤️

(Y/n)🌻: You guys🥺🥺 I can’t wait to see you all and get out of this hospital! This bed isn’t doing anything for my back😭

Perrie🦋: You must be so exhausted lovey, how are you doing? I hope everything went well during delivery!

(Y/n)🌻: Very painful, I felt like I was about to pass out omg😭 The doctor kept on telling me to push, I didn’t know if I was shitting myself or pushing the baby out😭

Tom’s been amazing the entire time. Bless him, I think I broke his hand while I was pushing :(

Jesy💖: Omg!! What was Tom’s reaction to childbirth?!!

(Y/n)🌻: If you thought he couldn’t get even paler, you thought wrong! He was as white as the walls in the room😭😭 He was a good sport through it all though!

Also, Amelia’s crying. I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you girls soon!! And good luck with the interview today, you guys are gonna smash it xx

Perrie🦋: Don’t worry about us! You’re officially on maternity leave now! We’ll send your regards for the interviewer❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Look at our baby mama! We love you❤️❤️❤️

Jade💜: Say hello to baby Amelia and that Aunty Jade loves her🥰

Jesy💖: ^Kiss ass, she’s not even a day old and the competition for best Aunty has already begun smh.

Bye darling, we’ll catch up with you soon❤️

You smiled at your screen before turning it off and placing it onto the table beside your bed. Tom was pacing the room, cradling Amelia against his chest. He was gently rocking her back and forth, alternating from shushing her to humming some sort of tune underneath his breath. You sat back and admired the curly headed boy that’s claimed your heart. Not only was he the love of your life but he was also the father of your child. Sure you guys were young, both in your late 20s, but the daddy role definitely fit Tom perfectly.

Tom must’ve felt your stare because he turned around and sent you a tired smile. He walked towards your bed and motioned for you to lay down. Using one had to cradle Amelia, he used the other to help you get comfy in the hospital bed. Still with one hand, he fixed your hair on the pillow so that it was away from your face. His large calloused hand cradled your jaw, “Get some sleep, darling. I know how tired you are.”

You pouted at him, “But what about Amelia?” He shook his head, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll try and get her to sleep. You just close your pretty eyes and get some rest in.”

“What if she’s hungry?”

“If she doesn’t fall asleep, then I’ll wake you up. Just please get some sleep, love. You haven’t taken a proper nap since this morning and I know you’re already close to knocking out.” He reasoned with pleading eyes. You sigh finally giving in, lazily nodding in response. Tom beams at you and leans down to place a tender kiss onto your lips.

“I love you both.” You mumble against his lips. He pecks your lips once more, “And we love you too, mummy.” The moment you closed your eyes, you were out like a light.

You managed to take a nap for about half an hour until you felt a few pats on your shoulder. You were immediately awake, turning your head to look for Amelia. You looked at the hospital bassinet, where you could see her sleeping peacefully.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Tom. He was sat beside your bed with his phone held in his hand watching something.

“I’m so sorry for waking you, but you should see this.” He apologized with a pitiful smile. He scoots closer to the bed so you can look at the screen. Your brows furrow together in question as you stare at Tom; it was the girls’ interview.

“Just watch.”

“Hello ladies! Thank you for joining me today!” The interviewer started. A round of “hellos” and waves were seen on the recorded Zoom session.

“Thank you for having us!” Leigh-Anne said.

“Yeah, it’s always a pleasure to be on your show, Zach.” Jade gushed. Zach made a show of flattery making them all laugh.

“I mean I guess I should start by asking how are all of you?”

Jesy was the first to answer, “I’d say we’re all doing pretty good, aren’t we girls? You know—just trying to get by especially with all that’s going on in the world.”

Perrie agreed, “Yeah, we’re lucky enough to be healthy and have the privilege to work. So I’d say we’re very blessed and making the best out of situation.”

“That’s great for you girls. AND speaking of making the best of the situation, thank you for giving us entertainment! I’ve been watching The Search and I’m absolutely obsessed.” Zach began, complimenting the show. He continued, “Although I did notice, that there’s only four of you at the moment, and in the show. How is it like to not have (y/n) around?”

Jesy pouted, the other girls having familiar reactions at the lack of your presence.

“As much as we miss her, it’s best for her and the baby to stay home and away from the public. When it comes to your career or family; family comes first, so it was totally understandable.” Jesy explained.

Jade chirped in, “Well, she’s not completely missing out. She’s had a few virtual appearances on the show and we’ve all been in contact, we always know what she’s up to.”

“How’s she doing? With the baby preparations and all?” Zach asked the girls. Their faces immediately brightened with joy, especially Perrie how squealed and clapped her hands in delight.

“Oh she’s doing wonderful, we were just texting her! She’s officially on maternity leave!” Perrie cheered. On the screen, Jesy eyed Perrie warily.

“Officially on maternity leave?”

Perrie smiled widely, “Yes, she is! She sent us a photo of the baby in our group chat and my goodness! Their baby is so cute, I just want to pinch her little cheeks!”

The three other girls’ eyes widened at the things coming out of Perrie’s mouth too stunned to say anything.

Zach squinted at Perrie, “Wait she’s already had the baby?”

“PERRIE!”

“Yeah, today actually.” The blonde answered proudly.

“PERRIE SHUT UP!”

“STOP TALKING!”

Perrie stopped, looking at the three girls offendedly, “What?”

“Oh my god, she did not.” Leigh-Anne facepalmed herself. Jade’s jaw was slack and Jesy’s eyes were wide with horror.

“Babe, do you know what you just did?” Jesy questioned Perrie, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in stress.

You paused the video, taking in what just happened.

Tom eyed you carefully, “Your phone’s been blowing up consistently. Pez even called me to apologize, she feels really bad (y/n).”

You frowned knowing that Perrie was most likely upset at herself. You’ve been friends with Perrie for years now. It was common knowledge amongst you and the girls that if something big and secretive were to happen, you were to never tell Perrie. Not that you all wanted to leave her out on propose, she just didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. When Perrie found things that made her happy or excited, she didn’t know how to contain her happiness. So it wasn’t completely a surprise to learn she’s told the world you and Tom were finally parents.

Tom noticed that you were still quiet, “Are you mad, darling?”

You shook your head, “No—no, I’m not mad at her. I know Perrie can get too excited sometimes.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Tom asked you, knowing that just an hour ago you said you wanted to keep Amelia away from the public. His hand reaches for yours, grasping it.

You tilted your head at the ceiling, “Yeah, I guess I am? I mean it’s not like she said Amelia’s name or anything. All she told them was that I gave birth already.” You paused and turned to look at Tom.

“Plus, I think she’s saved us the trouble of figuring out how to tell the world about Amelia.” You send him a smile. He reciprocates the action and brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We don’t have to tell them anything more. All they have to know is that you’ve given birth and our little princess is healthy. Also that we’re very happy. The rest of the details will only be for us. For now.”

“For now.” You confirmed squeezing his hand. You glanced at your phone and motioned for Tom to give it to you. Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Perrie’s name, “I guess we should call her and thank her.”

You clicked on the FaceTime icon and not even a second later, Perrie immediately answered the call.

“I am so sorry.” She apologized, hand covering her face. You chuckle at her and shake your head, “We’re actually calling you to thank you Pez.”

Her face contorts into confusion, “What do you mean thank me? I just exposed the two of you during a live interview.”

Tom poked his head into frame, “Well one, you’ve announced that Amelia’s here already, so that’s one thing off our list. And two, you just saved me months worth of relief during interviews. Now that everyone knows we have a baby, I don’t need to be scared of accidentally slipping it out when I have to do promos!”

The blonde looked between both you and Tom I’m disbelief, “Are you kidding me? If I knew you two would’ve responded this way I wouldn’t have been spending the last hour beating myself up for it.”

You laughed smiling at her. Perrie beamed at the both of you, “For just delivering a baby, you look gorgeous hun. You’re glowing.”

“Aw thank you, lovey.” You look at Amelia from the corner of your eye. “Do you wanna see her?” Perrie eagerly nods at the camera. Tom takes the camera and rounds your bed to the bassinet. Aiming the camera above Amelia he said, “Amelia, meet Aunty Pez.”

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[jaskierswolf]

My fic for the Bog Exchange! @officerjennie I hope you like it!

1.7k of soft smutty Geraskier at Kaer Morhen.

CW: 18+ for sexy times, but the soft kind.

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Winter at Kaer Morhen was usually a quiet affair. It was time for the witchers to recuperate from their year on the path. It was a long and arduous trek up the mountain and the keep itself was crumbling, but it was still home. Fires roared within the stone corridors of Kaer Morhen, lighting up the eerie rooms with a flickering orange glow. The remaining witchers could often be found in the evenings curled up by the large fireplace in the living area, enjoying the time they had together before they had to head back out to the harsh world of the Continent.

This year was different.

This year music had arrived. Geralt had practically carried his shivering bard through the heavy doors of Kaer Morhen and into the courtyard. No human was meant to survive that journey alone and Jaskier had suffered. It had taken a few days for him to get back on his feet, but he’d settled in well with the witchers. It was liveliest the keep had been in years. Lambert had brought a friend along from the road, another witcher from the School of Cat, and even Eskel had invited Coën from the Griffins to join them.

It was almost like the old days.

And Geralt was at peace.

He laughed more than he had in years, quietly tapping his toes along to the songs that Jaskier played for them each evening, basking in the attention of his friend turned lover. Jaskier was like the sun that shone, warming Geralt’s heart with his easy affection and love, and in turn Geralt was finally starting to thaw after years of endless winter.

He crawled up the bed and captured Jaskier’s lips in a kiss. The bard had been wittering away about all and nothing, his eyes sparkling like the oceans in the sun. Geralt had been thrilled to learn that the most effective way of silencing Jaskier was by kissing him, and it was something he took full advantage of. Jaskier’s words were instantly muffled as he melted into the kiss, his hands landing on Geralt’s arse.

The kiss was a lazy sort, as they took time to explore each other, but it didn’t take long for Jaskier’s heartbeat to pick up and Geralt could smell his growing arousal. Jaskier giggled as they broke apart. His lips were swollen and his eyes dark with hunger, but it was the bright smile that made him utterly irresistible. He looked at Geralt like he hung the fucking moon and Geralt was useless to resist. He would love this man until they were torn apart by the cruel hand of Time.

“I wasn’t finished talking, Geralt!” Jaskier whined.

Geralt scoffed, chuckling as he took Jaskier’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He sat back on his heels and rolled his eyes. “You’re never done talking, bard.”

“It is my profession!”

“Hmm.”

“See! At least one of us has to… hmmph!” Jaskier cut off as Geralt kissed him again. He tugged at Jaskier chemise and they broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over Jaskier’s head. The offending item was discarded without a care swiftly followed by Geralt shirt. Jaskier whined and tugged at the ties of Geralt’s trousers. “Get these off!”

“Patience, Jask.”

“Fuck you!”

Geralt smirked and winked at his lover. “Maybe after.”

Jaskier scoffed and pulled Geralt back down into another kiss. Hands clawed at bare skin and Jaskier’s fingers threaded into Geralt’s hair, scraping at his scalp. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and he bit at Jaskier’s lower lip. Jaskier moaned deliciously. Oh, if only his audience could hear the music that Jaskier made when they were alone. Geralt growled moving his lips from Jaskier’s pretty pink lips, nipping along his jaw before kissing his neck, sucking at the tender flesh until it began to bruise. Jaskier gasped and panted, fingernails scratching at Geralt’s back.

They were both hard, erections rubbing against each other, but it wasn’t close enough. Geralt needed to feel Jaskier. He needed his skin against Jaskier’s, his cock deep in his arse. He pulled away from his lover’s neck reluctantly. Jaskier pouted up at him, looking completely delectable. It made Geralt wonder how he’d been able to resist the bard for so long. Now that he had him, he never wanted to let Jaskier go.

He sat up just long enough to tug his trousers and small clothes off, before shuffling down the bed, nose pressing against Jaskier’s hard cock through his trousers.

“Geralt…” Jaskier gasped, his hand once again in Geralt’s hair, pushing his face closer.

Geralt hummed and mouthed at Jaskier’s erection before unlacing the soft silk trousers and pulling them down Jaskier’s legs, revealing the thick muscular thighs. Geralt trailed kisses along Jaskier’s inner thighs.

“Geralt, please, I want you in me!” Jaskier whined breathlessly, a sharp tug in Geralt’s hair.

He moaned and kissed the length of Jaskier’s cock before grabbing the oil from the dresser. He would have plenty of time to worship Jaskier’s body later, but his bard was right. He needed him. It was a desperate ache in the pit of his stomach to hold the bard as tight as he could, until they couldn’t tell where one body began and another ended. He quickly coated his fingers in oil. He kissed Jaskier’s knee as he spread his legs, then push a finger inside. Jaskier let out the most sinful moan, arching off the mattress.

“Fuck… Geralt….”

Geralt smirked, lavishing Jaskier’s thighs with kisses, sucking bruises into the pale skin as he slowly began to work his lover open. Jaskier was always so responsive to his touch. It was captivating, addictive and completely entrancing. Geralt felt Jaskier’s love with every gasp and moan and sigh. Geralt’s name sounding like a prayer as a second finger joined the first. Each pump of Geralt’s fingers had Jaskier writhing. It took all his self control not to take Jaskier’s cock into his mouth, but he wanted to make this last. He wanted to watch Jaskier falling apart on his fingers.

“More, Geralt, darling… please!” Jaskier gasped as he pushed back against Geralt’s hand. “Please, I love you, Geralt.”

Geralt watched his lover, pretty as a picture, laid out so beautifully for him on the bed. It was the most stunning sight that Geralt had ever seen, and one that he wouldn’t ever get used to no matter how many times they lay together. He kissed up Jaskier’s torso, his muscles rippling under Geralt’s lips. He pushed a third finger inside Jaskier as he flicked his tongue against Jaskier’s nipple. Jaskier cursed, babbling nonsense already. Geralt couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Even in the bedroom Jaskier wasn’t one for silence. It was… endearing.

And Geralt was unreasonably in love with him.

He hummed, a content purr rumbling in his chest as he finally captured Jaskier’s lips once more. Jaskier held Geralt’s face between his hands, holding him close. “Gods, I love you, my dear, I love you.”

Geralt bumped their noses together. “I love you too, you ready?” He pushed his fingers deeper, brushing against that sweet spot that really made Jaskier sing. He took Jaskier answering moan as yes and pulled his fingers out.

“Fuck, Geralt, darling, Gods,” Jaskier panted against his lips.

Geralt stroked himself to make sure he was slick and ready to enter Jaskier without hurting his precious bard, then he slowly pushed inside. He grunted as the heat enveloped him. Jaskier swore loudly and his head fell back against the pillows. “Oh gods, fuck!”

Geralt felt like he was on fire. Every cell in his body burned, yearning to be closer to this gorgeous creature underneath him. He didn’t move, pressing his face into the crook of Jaskier neck as they both adjusted to the sudden rush of emotions and sensations that sparked between them. “Jask…” Geralt’s voice cracked as he held Jaskier close to him.

Jaskier sighed happily as Geralt was finally fully seated inside him. He trailed his fingers, feather light, over the skin on Geralt’s back. Geralt hummed, he knew his bard was painting pictures, probably something flowery.

Geralt breathed heavily, swallowing as he finally felt complete again. He pulled back so he could see Jaskier’s face. The bard was a mess, a beautiful mess, and his. His face was flushed and his hair was sweaty, sticking to his forehead. Geralt was almost overwhelmed by the sheer adoration in his gaze.

“I love you,” Geralt whispered, stroking Jaskier’s cheek.

Jaskier giggled and reached up to kiss him. When Geralt finally started to move, slow thrusts that were more of a tease than anything else, Jaskier’s laughs broke into breathy moans.

It had lost the desperate heat from before but neither of them cared. They were together, and time became meaningless. At one point, Jaskier rolled them over so he could ride Geralt, and he looked like a deity, a temptress put on the Continent just for Geralt.

Jaskier laughed as he leant forward to kiss Geralt again. Geralt hadn’t never laughed during sex before Jaskier but fuck, it was the most exquisite sight that Geralt had ever beheld. He smiled against Jaskier’s lips, rocking up into him. Jaskier gasped and pressed his forehead against Geralt’s.

“Oh darling,” he sighed “you feel heavenly.”

Geralt agreed. The slow build of pleasure was almost torturous and now it felt like the entire castle was burning around them. Every touch between them sparked, every breath felt like a gift from the gods. It was such sweet torture and he almost never wanted it to end, but it didn’t take much longer for the desperation to return. Jaskier whined as Geralt rolled them back over, pounding into his lover erratically, savouring every sound he pulled from his bard’s lips. A song that would forever haunt his dreams.

By the time Jaskier came Geralt was barely hanging on, too caught up in his own pleasure. “Oh gods, Geralt…” Jaskier cried, breathless and beautiful, a nymph, a demon, a siren.

Geralt grunted, following Jaskier over the edge with one last thrust. Silence fell over their room, save for their heavy breathing and fluttering of heart beats. Geralt buried his nose in Jaskier’s neck, letting the familiar scent of lavender ground him.

“Don’t move,” Jaskier whispered.

“I won’t,” Geralt promised. They would have to get up eventually but for now Geralt was quite content to stay where he was, joined to his love in every way.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

IN NEED FOR A PRIVATE LESSON

Prompt: Request from the beautiful @banks4life Thank you so much for your request babes ❤️😘

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, exhibitionism (sex in a public place), dirty talk, marking kink (by ejaculation on the mouth).

Tags: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This was such a delightful experience to write. I loved every second of it! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“I’m so excited!” Ember Moon, my best friend, happily clapped her hands

“Yeah, I can see that” I chuckled

“But who wouldn’t, though? We are going to have Roman Reigns himself teach us new moves! Who wouldn’t scream at that?” Ember asked

I try to hide my blush when I remind of all the times I screamed his name while coming on my vibrator at a random hotel room.

“I would” I mumbled softly

“I heard he’s an incredible guy. Plus he’s really hot too, so” Ember shrugged

“I’ll have to agree with that”

“You have the major crush on him Y/N. How are YOU feeling about all of this?” She asked as we warm up

“Honestly? I tried to call in sick today but you know I’m a terrible liar, so I didn’t succeeded”

Ember laughed “Why would you do that?”

“Because I masturbate every damn night thinking about him! Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be to actually have to stare at him for God knows how many hours while last night plays in my head?” I crook an eyebrow at her, but Ember’s shocked face was unexpected to me.

“What, Ember? C’mon you KNOW I do that, don’t give me that shocked face. Fuck, I’m surprised my vibrator hasn’t broke yet, counting the amount of times I use it and think of Rom-“

Ember quickly covered my mouth with her hand and turned me around so I could see the most devastating scene of my life.

Roman Reigns stood behind me, with a cocky look on his face and a sinful smirk placed on his lips.

“Hello ladies” He greeted

“Hi” Ember answered, but I couldn’t even speak from embarrassment

“Hi, Y/N” His voice dropped, becoming deeper

I just nodded

“You have 5 minutes before we get started ladies” He winks, making his way to the ring.

“Oh God, I wanna die” I whispered-screamed

“Y/N-“

“Why didn’t you told me he was right behind me, Ember?” I angrily asked

“I tried, but you didn’t got the hint” She begins to laugh

“Goddamn it...You should’ve punched me in the face! It would be less embarrassing”

“Oh please, Y/N. Don’t be so dramatic, you’re an adult woman and he’s an adult man, I’m pretty sure he knows all about the human body needs at this point. And by the looks of it, he quite enjoyed listening to you” She winked

“Oh shut up” I push her away when she tried to hug me.

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“Ok guys, that’s it. Two more moves and we’ll wrap it up” Roman said

After 10 minutes, everybody got cleared to go back to the hotel.

“Aren’t you coming?” Ember asked

“Nah, I feel like my moves are not that good so I’m gonna stay and practice some more”

“Are you sure, Y/N? I mean, you’re gonna be here all by yourself”

I rolled my eyes “I’ll be fine, Ember. Trust me”

“Okay, but if you need anything give me a heads up”

“Yes ma’am” I smiled at her

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Fifty minutes have now passed, I can’t seem to get these moves correctly and I’m becoming more and more frustrated by the minute.

“FUCK ME!” I screamed in rage as I slap one of the ropes

“I beg your pardon?” His voice asked from behind me

*Oh great, he’s still here! Jesus, can this day get any more embarrassing?*

“Roman, sorry I- I wasn’t talking to you” I tried to apologize

“Unfortunately” He said, stepping closer to the ring

“What? I don’t understand”

“I said unfortunately” He’s now inside the ring

“Why, unfortunately?”

“Because for a minute there, I thought you were asking me to fuck you” Roman smirked

“Oh” I gasped

“What’s wrong? Having some trouble?” He asked, placing his duffel bag on the corner of the ring

“Yeah, it’s just.. I feel like I’m doing something wrong but I don’t know what it is” I answered in defeat

“Show me how you’re doing it”

“No, it’s fine really. I don’t want to hold you back, I’m sure I can figure it out wh-“

“Y/N! Just do what I say” Roman command and I oblige, showing him exactly what I was doing for the past 1 hour.

“See? It doesn’t look like how you showed” I sighed

“It’s because you’re doing a few things wrong, come here”

I stand by his side and he shook his head, motioning for me to stand in front of him, with my back facing him.

“Ok, so here’s your problem” He places both hands on my hips, pulling me towards him.

“You need to let your hips loose, they’re to stiff” Roman’s hands squeeze my hips and glued them to his crotch.

“Like this” He whispered on my ear and made my hips circle around his crotch

“Can you feel it?” He asked, clearly talking about his hard on

I nodded, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock against my ass

“This is your fault” Roman nibbles my ear lightly “You did this to me” He pressed one hand on my lower belly, so I could get even more close to him. Roman stopped my hips, holding them still so he could grind against my ass.

“You, your dirty mouth and perfect ass, did this to my cock” He growled

My head was buzzing with excitement. Was this really happening? I’ve wanted this for so long that I felt like I was dreaming.

“Tell me, Y/N, do you really touch yourself thinking about me?”

“Yes” I panted

“Hmmm, tell daddy exactly what you think of, baby” He pinched my nipples through my t-shirt

“I-I think about daddy’s cock claiming me, fucking me hard and merciless until I can’t control my body anymore. Until I can’t stop coming around daddy’s dick” I moaned

Roman growls on my ear as his hand sink down the waist band of my leggings, reaching my mound. He devour the nape of my neck while two fingers slide through my folds, spreading my wetness.

“You’re soaking, baby” He murmured, sliding two fingers in “And so, so tight..You’re gonna feel amazing around me”

“Daddy, please” I beg when he reached my clit

Roman laid me down on the ring, quickly yanking my leggings and panties down, followed by my t-shirt, sports bra and his own clothes.

He slowly slides inside of me, once he’s buried deep, he locked his arms underneath my knees so my legs could be as spread as he wanted them to be.

And fuck, was he thick!

“Daddy” I whined, in a bittersweet tone of pleasure and pain

“Shhhh baby, it’s ok. You’re going to get used to it before you know it”

Roman’s lips were sweet as he kissed me to take my focus away from his thickness.

Slowly he begins to move, the friction is so heavenly it makes me even more wet.

“How could you possibly get wetter? Fuck, Y/N” Roman moaned, looking down to where our bodies met “Such a good pussy” He whispered to himself

“Daddy, fuck me harder”

“Harder?” He asked amused and I nodded “Who would have thought that this angel’s face is such a dirty girl” He smirked, turning up the pace. But for me, still wasn’t enough

“Harder” I pleaded

“Fuck, you’re amazing” He cackled, setting a furious pace

“Yes, daddy. Just like that” I moaned loudly

With each hard thrust I felt him hitting my g-spot. With every pump in, I moan louder.

“You’re gonna come for daddy, baby? I can feel you getting tighter”

I can only nod in agreement

“Come baby, come on daddy’s cock”

And so I do. Coating his length with my juices. When I’m down from my high, Roman knelt and quickly pulls off saying

“Tell daddy to feed you his cum, baby”

I place myself in all fours “Please daddy, feed me your cum” I repeat the same words he said, opening my mouth for him and savoring the taste of his seed upon my tongue before swallowing it.

Roman collapse into the ring, pulling me down with him.

“Thank you for the private lesson, professor” I teased

“My pleasure, baby” He chuckled “What you’re gonna do later?”

“Nothing, besides going back to the hotel, taking a shower and watch some movies. Why?” I asked and Roman hovered over me

“In that case, what do you say about learning some new moves back at the hotel?” He nibs my lower lip

“Hmmmm, I think I could some new techniques” I smiled

Already thinking about all of the dirty things that man would do to me

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this. Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[dulceackles]

How much salt can ants handle / Victoria De angelis

Requested: no 

summary: as the night sets y/n finds herself suffering with anxiety. However, she gets a call from victoria who takes her on an adventure beautiful enough to ease her racing mind and a broken heart.

Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.7k

content and warnings: angst, tw anxiety

In a dim light the room looked heavy. Like the walls might stumble and the sealing might fall. In a dim light of her bedroom, y/n felt her mind touch the rye needle. The art of taking things easy was something y/n had never learned. In her mind, she didn’t know where the world ended or who loved her. A lot of the time what she knew was only the crooked feeling of her own skin tightening around her like a rigid corset or her breathing getting stuck in her throat. And so t was that night too. 

She couldn’t tell what were the big things so she made the big out of them all. And the future full of big things made itself terrifying to a small human. Y/n got up from her bed. She had been trying to sleep thoughts away but what didn’t come as a surprise, head full of disasters was hard to sleep with. The cold floor felt piercing underneath her bare feet. Slowly she walked to the old sofa sitting in the back of  her living room. 

Sometimes she made a list in her head of all the bad things that could happen. And after that, if she was ever ready, she made a list of all the bad ways she could react to the bad things happening. A lot of the time it felt like the birds didn’t arrive at the glow of spring or like the sky never cleared. She knew most of her fears were irrational, stupid as someone would say. Still, everything stopped them from going away. She wished that maybe when she was older it’d get easier but more than that she feared they never would. 

Corset, that was her skin was. Then what sounded like a firework in the silence, her phone rang. She looked at her phone screen with her tired eyes. It was Victoria. A million bad things could have happened for her to call y/n at night, atleast that’s what y/n thought but as she answered the phone, she heard Victoria’s warming voice. 

"Hi," her voice was energetic like it wasn't midnight at all. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

Victoria knew y/n ralely slept at those hours. Many times they had been texting at two o'clock in night, wishing time would stop and night would last little longer. And y/n loved that about her, that like the sky was for mountains she was always there for her. Over the last year that she had known her she had grown feelings towards her she was too afraid to admit outload.

"Oh no, i was awake." Y/n muttered to the phone her voice still slightly shaking and she wished Victoria wouldn't notice. She wasn't feeling great but Victoria defendly had snapped her out of her own stormy mind.

"I can't sleep, I think I took a little too long nap at 5 pm but I also heard there's a blood moon tonight," Victoria explained herself from the other side of the line. "So wanna come to watch it with me? To the swing?"

The swing was the place Victoria had showed y/n the first time they ever met. They'd been drunk at friends' party and the story had taken elsewhere and so the two girls had found each other on this forgotten field with only the threes and one old swing.

"a blood moon?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. Thought i'd be pretty cool." Y/n could only imagine the expression Victoria had on her face. Sometimes she got really excited over spontanious things and y/n never wanted to be the one to ruin it.

"Sure let's go." Y/n said to the phone. She was pretty happy about getting outside the dark apartment she had been rotting in for the past few days and feeling all the emotions she didn't want to feel.

"Good cus im already at your door." Victoria laughed.

“What?” Y/n trots to the window on her left and as she looks down to the apartment front, she indeed sees the light-haired girl with a big smile on her face under the street lights.

Y/n chuckles a little bit, "alright, I'll come down in a sec."

There was only one store in the whole tinpot sleeping town that was open during the night and even though it meant a little longer walk, the girls were certain the moon could not be watched without a family-sized pack of chips.

The greenish-yellow drugstore light flickered over them as they searched the stacks from those one specific brand of cheap flavored chips they had grown found over mainly because it was what they always bought when they were together and it was night. It had become this unwritten rule that where there was night, food, Victoria and y/n, the food was these chips.

“I swear to God if they don't have them.” Victoria already blustered until both of their eyes snatched into the orange pack with pretentious font over it.

"There!" Both of them yelped at the same time causing the tired-looking cashier to glared at them like he was about to kick them out simply because the girls were too awake for him to have them in his store at that time of the night but then again, he hated drunk party people more than he hated night owls.

Victoria and y/n grabbed the chip back and ran to the cash register like there was only one second left. And how could have they known but as the chip back flowted on the black assembly line, y/n felt as if maybe there was.

" thank you!" Victoria thanked the cashier as she grabbed y/n's hand and began to hasten out of the store.

Victoria's shoft hand felt electric on y/n skin. Sometimes it almost slipped from her mouth that she wished Victoria's hand would never leave hers or more so that no stranger's hand would ever find Victoria's. But of course over anything she wished as an endlessly burning sun that one day Victoria would hold someone's hand that maybe was stranger to her but a lover to Victoria. Sometimes she wish it could have been her but something behind her eat whispered to her that prehaps she was the worst thing Victoria had ever gotten attached to and that's why it never slipped from her month.

The moon indeed was red that night. Hanging in the sky it shimmered the earth with its red cast. The dirt underneath their toes rustled as they finally reached the swing.

"Take a swing, I'll see how many chips you can catch." Victoria said as she opened the chip back and prepared herself to aim at y/n's month.

Y/n giggled. She maybe had played the game last time in elementary school but she also remembered being good at it.

Y/n pushes herself into the swing and launched herself forward, trying to get into the best speed possible.

The rough old rope felt foul against y/n palms as she holds onto the swing and Victoria tried to throw chips at her but quite frankly, in the dark y/n couldn't tell at all where the chips were flying at.

"This was harder than I remembered." Y/n laught as victoria waved her hands.

"Did you catch any?" Victoria giggled. They both knew this was dumb but it was the best part of it.

"No I mean one hit my face and that was the closest one" y/n stopped the swing from swinging.

"Damn. Well, the ants gonna have a diner party tonight then." Victoria walked closer to y/n and sat on her lap to the swing. A lot of the times they just came to the swing to sit and talk and because there was only one swing, they quite often also tested the ability and streight of the old ropes holding the swing on the tree.

"Not sure how much salt the ants can handle tho." Y/n said as she wrapped her arms around Victoria.

"Me either, maybe not at all." Victoria said as she watched the moon over them. "It is red indeed." Victoria signed.

"Yeah, it is." Y/n could smell the sweet smell of her soft hair. She wanted to lean her head against her neck but resisted because what she thought was prevailed to exposing the truth that she thought she was hiding.

"You know what else was red? Your eyes when you came down the stairs." Victoria got up and turned to face her. "So what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Vic." Y/n let her cold hands fall to her lap.

"I also know when you lie." Victoria crossed her arms, eyeing y/n who still sat on the squeaky swing.

Y/n just stared right back of her. She didn't really know what to say or how to express what was wrong. In a way, she hoped she'd understand or that she'd know how she felt when everything felt big and the sky was falling. But she also feared she was a blue burden and so she didn't know what to say.

Victoria signed. It spiked y/n's heart because she didn't want to make her frustrated or angry with her, she just didn't know what to say and she didn't feel brave enough either.

But what came to y/n as an suprise, Victoria leaned little bit forward and pressed her warm lips againgst her fraught onces. Victoria's lips felt soft against hers and her tongue slowly traced her lips. It was tender sweet and y/n heart race and blush rose as she tasted Victoria. Y/n lifted her hands to gently pull her closer and Victoria slightly smiled into the kiss of how into it y/n was getting.

Soon Victoria pulled away, leaving y/n swollen lips. She looked up to her and Victoria gently run her thumb over y/n's lips before sitting back into her lap and wrapping y/n's arms back around her.

"When you feel like talking just tell me." She said as she watched the moon that was just as red as was her heart. "I truly believe you'd feel better if you sometimes talked to someone."

Y/n nobbed, and then she wrapped her arms tighter around her snuggled her head into her neck.