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seitmai · 2 days ago

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You smiled as Alpine lifted her head to look at you. Bucky could easily get her to move. “Maybe I could try asking?” you suggested. “Be my guest,” he smiled. “Hey, Al,” you smiled, reaching down to scratch behind her ear. You really did adore her. “I don’t want to interrupt, but is there room for me to get some cuddles, too? Please?”

This is just so ridiculous and cute at the same time 😅

Alpine stared at you with knowing eyes before she turned her attention to Bucky and gently placed a paw on his crotch. There was dead silence in the apartment. Surely she didn’t… “I’m sorry, I should sit where?” Alpine put her paw there again as your mouth fell open. Bucky, on the other hand, smirked, his blue eyes sweeping over you. “You’re right, Al. Smartie should sit right there,” he said, nodding to his crotch. “Well, she gave you her answer. Take a seat.”

Ahahahah I can't 😂😂😂

“Sit on my cock and on my face? Clearly,” Bucky smiled, nudging the cat to move and reaching for your hand. “But I thought that was just common knowledge after we got together.”

He's definitely not making it a secret 😅🤭

“Yeah, well, that’s because…” Bucky leaned his head back and licked his lips as he waited for you to continue. “Not to stroke your ego, but you have an amazing cock and mouth, and you’re the one who always wants me to sit on them!”

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Yeah, I want you to sit on them. And please, continue stroking my ego,” he encouraged, pulling you into his lap. “And when you’re done you can stroke my-”

He is definitely in cahoots with Alpine😂

“Pretty sure she was corrupted before we slept together,” he told you. “I jerked off one night and said your name and I’m pretty sure she slept by your door the next day to make sure I behaved.”

Hahaha Alpine is just to intelligent for her own good 😂

Alpine have seen unspeakable things

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMkAu7W81/

Bahaha. Poor Alpine. She certainly has.

Corrupted Cuddles

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You want to cuddle with Bucky and Alpine tells you exactly where you should sit.

Word Count: Over 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, pet names, teasing, humor, sugary sweetness, inner monologue, established relationship, referenced smut, Alpine has seen some things, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The TikTok video was too funny and right up Stud and Smartie's alley. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Today was a day for cuddling since it was cold outside. You had no reason to venture out into the world and leave the comfort of your apartment, unless you wanted to use it as an excuse for Bucky to warm you up once you got inside. But you didn’t need the excuse. If you told him you were cold, he’d warm you up right away. He may call you out on the fact that you feel perfectly fine, but he’d still keep you close before he loves having excuses to cuddle with you, too.

“Okay, Stud,” you called out, wiping your hands as you finished up the last chore on your checklist. “Get ready for some cuddles.”

He chuckled from the living room. “Why do you say that like it’s a warning?”

“Because it is a warning,” you smiled, grabbing drinks for each of you, too. “You are going to cuddle with me, and you are going to love it.”

“I have abso-fucking-lutely not doubt I’ll love it, but there’s just one problem with your plan,” he said.

You paused before you went into the living room, an eyebrow raised as you took in the sight of Bucky laying on the couch. He looked comfortable, and your beautiful harlot of a man had no shirt on because why would he? You had to blink a few times to focus. “And what exactly would that problem be so we can come up with a solution?”

Cuddling was going to happen. Couch, floor, bed, it didn’t matter. And he knew when you had your heart set on something, that was that.

He nodded to the ball of white fur between his thick legs. “Alpine demanded cuddles first, and I don’t know if she’ll move if I ask,” he teased.

You smiled as Alpine lifted her head to look at you. Bucky could easily get her to move. “Maybe I could try asking?” you suggested.

“Be my guest,” he smiled.

“Hey, Al,” you smiled, reaching down to scratch behind her ear. You really did adore her. “I don’t want to interrupt, but is there room for me to get some cuddles, too? Please?”

If she didn’t move, you’d wait your turn. She was Bucky’s girl first, and you were lucky she accepted you as quickly as she had. You also knew Alpine loved you just as much as she loved Bucky. You liked to believe in her eyes that you two were her mom and dad.

With a gentle meow, she stood up stretched, but didn’t move from her spot.

“So, is that a no on the cuddles?” you asked as Bucky tried not to laugh. He was enjoying the little show. “Well, if I can’t sit in your spot, where should I sit?”

Alpine stared at you with knowing eyes before she turned her attention to Bucky and gently placed a paw on his crotch.

There was dead silence in the apartment. Surely she didn’t… “I’m sorry, I should sit where?”

Alpine put her paw there again as your mouth fell open. Bucky, on the other hand, smirked, his blue eyes sweeping over you. “You’re right, Al. Smartie should sit right there,” he said, nodding to his crotch. “Well, she gave you her answer. Take a seat.”

“What the… What? Did you teach her that?!” you asked. Bucky just laughed more, his shoulders shaking. “You did, didn’t you? And if you didn’t, we clearly corrupted her!”

You thought Bucky was going to stop breathing for a moment. “Yes… our… poor pussy got corrupted,” he joked. You felt like you set yourself up for that. “And I won’t confirm or deny. She’s just a very observant cat.”

Waving a hand at him, you were having a hard time not laughing, too. “Okay, you are no help,” you said, looking at Alpine again. She was observant. “Al, where does Stud like to sit?”

Leaping off the couch, she made her way over to Bucky’s chair where he usually sat to read. God, she really was smart. She could take over the world one day.

“Okay, now where does Smartie like to sit?”

“Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?” Bucky asked.

“Shh. You are once again not helping,” you replied. And Alpine once again didn’t hesitate to go back to Bucky and put her paw right in his lap. God, she knew. Would the gang believe you if you told them what was happening? Probably. They wouldn’t be surprised either. “Okay, where else do I like to sit?”

“I don’t think-”

You about fainted when the cat moved up and firmly put a paw against Bucky’s lips.

Can I get to hell for corrupting a cat? Wait. No. This isn’t my fault. I will not burn for this.

“Okay, so…” you huffed when Bucky grabbed his left pec, his laughter ringing out again. You swore you saw Steve laugh like that recently. “She knows I like to…”

“Sit on my cock and on my face? Clearly,” Bucky smiled, nudging the cat to move and reaching for your hand. “But I thought that was just common knowledge after we got together.”

Your cheeks got hot. Yeah, you and Bucky went at it like bunnies some days. And yeah, Alpine had certainly waltzed around the rooms at various times when your man had you bouncing on his cock or taking a seat on his face. It just happened.

Bucky was so good to you that he didn’t care about the times you hadn’t perfectly groomed yourself. He wanted you, and that was that. It was a good feeling.

“Yeah, I want you to sit on them. And please, continue stroking my ego,” he encouraged, pulling you into his lap. “And when you’re done you can stroke my-”

You clamped a hand over his mouth. “Alpine has already been corrupted enough,” you said, removing your hand and trying not to moan when he settled you over his bulge.

“You jerked off to the thought of me? That’s so sweet,” you smiled. And hot. Having a gorgeous man like him stroking himself, saying your name…

“You know I have and ‘sweet’ isn’t the word that comes to mind. Now will you please take a proper seat on my lap,” he asked, pulling you in for a kiss.

Before his lips touched yours, you looked over your shoulder. “Al, do you…” The cat was nowhere to be found. “Where did she go?”

“I think she’s giving us some alone time.”

“Well, all I wanted to do was cuddle,” you teased.

He groaned and kissed a trail to your neck. “Why don’t we cuddlefuck instead?”

You smiled before you repeated his words in your mind. “…Cuddlefuck?”

Al knows what's up. Poor Al. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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rhiannonsknife · 2 days ago

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Thinking about boss!rhiannon and secretary!r where Rhiannon isn't used to this kind of power and wants to keep it professional so badly... But it's not her fault that you're just so sweet, and your cheerful compliance just does things to her... And before she knows it, she's keeping you around in the office longer than usual, she's finding excuses to call you in to talk to her when it's not needed, she's even distracted watching you move about the office, doing little tasks...

So she calls you in again, making sure your progress report lasts a little over work hours, and that's when things get interesting...

-🔆

— BOSS!RHIANNON & SECRETARY!READER

— summary: boss!rhiannon & secretary!reader hcs

— warnings: coworkers(?) to lovers. fem!reader. nsfw content. mdni.

rhiannon who’s new to this whole “being the boss” thing…

…and determined to prove herself by keeping things strictly professional. when she first meets you though, she’s completely unprepared for just how sweet you are. you’re efficient, and always one step ahead too, which should technically make her life easier, but instead, it leaves her flustered. she’s so not used to someone anticipating her needs that it is unnerving. obviously, she resolves to keep things strictly business, but the way you cheerfully ask, “is there anything else i can do for you, ms. lewis?” makes her heart skip every single time.

at first, rhiannon keeps your interactions short and professional.

she sticks to emails and curtly worded requests, but every time you pop into her office with a stack of papers or a fresh cup of coffee, she can’t help her gaze from lingering. there’s a subtle warmth to your presence that she can’t seem to ignore. whether it’s the way you organize her desk without being asked or how you always knock softly before entering her office, rhiannon starts to notice all the little things about you that make her day just a bit better.

but soon enough, rhiannon can’t help herself anymore…

…it starts innocently enough: she finds herself lingering on your emails longer than she should, rereading them even when they don’t need a reply. she catches herself looking forward to hearing your voice when you call to confirm her appointments or when you enter her office to hand her her coffee order.

she starts finding excuses to interact with you more often: a task that could easily be emailed becomes a reason to call you into her office. a question that isn’t urgent becomes an opportunity to stop by your desk. the first time she catches herself staring at you, really staring, while you’re bent over her desk explaining a report, she jolts back like she’s been burned.

your first late night with rhiannon…

…happens by accident. she’s so caught up in work she doesn’t realize you’ve stayed back to help. when she glances up and sees you at your desk, she’s surprised to find that you’ve stayed back to help. “you didn’t have to stay,” rhiannon says, leaning against the doorway to your office. “i didn’t mind, ms. lewis,” you assure, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

from this point forward, every week, there’s a new reason for you to stay late. whether it’s a ‘last-minute report’ or ‘urgent filing,’ she keeps you in her orbit well past office hours. rhiannon even goes as far as inventing tasks that don’t really need to be done, like asking you to reorganize a cabinet she just had you sort the day before or pretending she needs a second opinion on a document she’s already reviewed. she schedules unnecessary one-on-one meetings that drag on far longer than they should, and halfway through, she’ll forget what the meeting was even about because she’s too distracted by how intently you’re listening to her.

rhiannon, who eventually reaches her breaking point.

it happens late one evening, during another of her so-called ‘progress report’ meetings. you’re sitting across from her, flipping through a file as you explain the details of a project. she isn’t even pretending to listen anymore, her gaze glued to you.

when you glance up and catch her staring, your brows furrow. “ms. lewis? are you okay?” she inhales sharply at your question, barely managing a clipped, “i’m fine. keep going!” you hesitate before continuing, but the tension in the room is palpable now. her hands clench into fists on her desk, and her eyes flicker to your lips every time you pause.

finally, when you finish your report and move to leave, rhiannon’s voice stops you: “wait!” she blurts. you turn back, confused. “is there something else?” she stands abruptly, her chair forcefully scraping against the floor, and rounds her desk, coming to stand just a foot away from you. “you need to stop being so…” she trails off, visibly struggling.

“so what…?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, heart pounding. her hands twitch at her sides and she crosses her arms over her chest in a sudden movement as she looks for the right words. “so…kind. so sweet. so…you!”

you blink at her, stunned. “i- i don’t understand. did i do something wrong?”

“no,” she says quickly, almost desperately. then, quieter: “you didn’t do anything wrong. that’s the problem…” there’s a beat of silence where neither of you moves, the tension in the air so thick it’s suffocating. then, rhiannon steps closer, her hand reaching out but hovering just shy of touching your arm.

“we shouldn’t…” she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

“shouldn’t what?”

rhiannon finally looks into your eyes, and whatever restraint she had left shatters. before you can respond, she closes the distance, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s equal parts desperate and hesitant, as though she’s still testing the waters despite the need to have you. for a moment, you freeze, too shocked to even react. when her hands finally settle on your waist, pulling you closer, you melt into her touch, your own hands finding their way to her shoulders.

when she finally pulls away, her breathing is ragged. “we should not have done that,” she pants, reaching out to fix her hair. “i know,” you reply, your voice equally unsteady. neither of you moves to step away. her thumb brushes against your side absentmindedly as she adds, “i can’t- i’m your boss!”

“then why did you kiss me?” you demand softly.

“i couldn’t not kiss you anymore!” rhiannon reasons breathlessly.

rhiannon, who tries (and fails) to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

every time she sees you, her mind instantly flashes back to the memories of that night you fucked in her office kissed and she has to bite her lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. from this point forward, she’s touchier with you. she puts her hand on your thigh underneath the table, or rubs your back in passing. rhiannon starts leaving little notes for you on your desk as well, seemingly about work tasks, but the messages always end with something personal like: ‘you look amazing from where i’m sitting. just saying! xx’

you, giddy from the moment you read her note, obviously play along and send her your responses via email. ‘should i put ‘amazing’ in the subject line for future progress reports?’

rhiannon who starts calling you into her office more frequently.

things spiral fast after that first night together. “i just need you to clarify something in this report,” rhiannon tells you one afternoon. yet when you step inside and close the door behind you, she’s already standing, her hands reaching for you as the report lies forgotten on her desk.

“you’re a terrible liar,” you tease, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she pulls you close. “shut up,” rhiannon mutters playfully as her lips find yours. you both learn exactly how to rile the other up in a short time, even in the most inconvenient moments.

rhiannon who loves the secrecy.

there’s something so thrilling to her about the stolen moments in the office, the hurried, desperate kisses behind closed doors, the way she sneaks glances at you during meetings when no one else is watching you, knowing she’ll have you bent over this very desk later. still, rhiannon struggles with the power dynamic between you, often worrying that she’s taking advantage of her position.

“i don’t want you to feel like you have to-” she starts one night, but you interrupt immediately: “i don’t feel like i ‘have to do’ or anything,” you assure, your hand resting gently on her cheek. “i’m here because i want to be!”

rhiannon who somehow knows exactly what she’s doing.

you’re not sure how many women she’s slept with before, but she’s a natural either way. her touch is better than anything you’ve ever known, her fingers confident in the way they flick over your clit in one of the many hurried office hour escapades. she’ll sit you down on the edge of her desk, the door shut and locked securely, spread you wide open for her, and then put her head between your legs.

and she enjoys it!! she might not get any physical pleasure from it herself but -god- does she love the taste of you on her tongue, eating you out like a woman starved every single time.

“you taste so good,” she whispers against your pussy, her eyes darting up to look at you, her tongue flicking your clit simultaneously. you have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip until you can taste blood to avoid screaming through the entire office and give yourself away.

rhiannon who uses you as her personal stress relief, rather than a secretary.

whether it is subconscious or not, after every single stressful meeting or business call that has tested her patience, rhiannon calls you into her office to blow off some steam. you’re not even sure if she’s aware and you’d never tell, but you love it when she gets like that: when she bends you over her table without another word, pulls down your panties from beneath your skirt, and pounds her fingers into you relentlessly. she’ll just go on and on about how terrible everything went and how incompetent some of her colleagues are while fucking you dumb from behind until your knees give out.

rhiannon who wears a strap to work.

when you first spot the slight bulge in her trousers, you convince yourself that you’re just seeing things. surely, there’s no way your boss would show up wearing a strap-on in the office, right?

yet, when she brushes up against you from behind, rhiannon makes sure you feel the silicone pressing against your center through your clothes. you can hear the way her lips curl up in a satisfied smile when she catches your surprised gasp. “come on,” she whispers, already pulling you along by the wrist.

rhiannon, who loves to watch you ride her in her chair.

whether it is during office hours, where she has to cover your mouth so you won’t be too loud, or after everyone has left and it is just the two of you, she loves to just sit back and watch you work for it. “look at me,” she gently instructs, tilting your head so you’re holding her gaze as you bounce on it. “that’s it,” rhiannon praises, reaching between your legs to rub your stiff clit simultaneously.

sometimes, she doesn’t stop after making you cum for the first time. she only maneuvers you so you’re sitting on the edge of the table, and she can fuck you with your legs wrapped around her waist. and rhiannon is relentless, not letting up despite your ragged moans against the crook of her neck.

also, after you’ve come down from your height and she’s slumped back into her chair, she’ll spread her legs so you can see the way the toy is glistening with your release.

“clean it up,” she urges. you hardly have any time to recover at all, immediately falling to your knees before her to suck her clean until you’re gagging on it.

rhiannon who loves to have you all over the place after all your coworkers have gone home.

whether you’re bent over her rhiannon’s desk, pressed against the window at night, or in that one colleague’s chair who’s been trying to flirt with you for the past weeks…she just wants to claim you in all these different spots. you love it though: you love becoming your boss’s personal fuck toy over time. you love it when rhiannon fucks you -hard and fast-when she makes you cry out her name in pleasure.

rhiannon, who knows that your relationship is not sustainable.

and she knows that you’re aware of it too. you tell her one night, as you’re sitting on her lap, facing her. rhiannon’s hand gently caresses your back, tracing the outline of your spine when you speak: “you know this isn’t sustainable, right?” you murmur against the side of her neck.

“mhm i know,” rhiannon murmurs. “let’s just…not think about that right now, okay?”

you nod, your fingers finding her free hand as you sit together in the quiet.

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babyleostuff · 4 hours ago

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⸻ first date with vocal unit

[ ☕️ ] how they would spoil their partner, what they would be like taking them out for the first time & what they would plan to make them feel special

jeonghan

place: a park

what they would do to make you feel special: jeonghan wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his scarf around your neck at the slightest breeze (which means so much, since he gets cold so easily)

what they would be like taking you out: so polite and charming, with a glint of mischievousness that shines through his humour and jokes. he’s a great listener, but at the same time can hold a conversation like no other, so you never feel awkward. and even if there’s silence, it’s not that uncomfortable and suffocating silence, but a peaceful one.

“jeonghan? what are you doing?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion, as you watched your date unwrap his thick scarf.

“told you to dress warmly,” jeonghan ignored your words and muttered with a hint of disappointment, shaking his head. he kind of reminded you of your mom when she was angry at you.

“what…,” you stood still, as jeonghan wrapped the scarf around your neck, making sure to tie it tight enough to keep you protected from the wind. “but what about you?”

“yah, don’t worry about me, okay?” he smiled, the usual mischievous spark gleaming in his brown eyes, and pulled you closer, so you were glued to his side.

joshua

place: pottery class

what they would do to make you feel special: whatever he’d make out of the clay would be made with you in mind, to match your aesthetic and vibe, so that he could gift it to you afterwards

what they would be like taking you out: suuuch a gentleman; picks you up, opens all the doors, helps you with your coat or jacket, wipes off the clay that you accidentally smeared on your cheek. seems very calm and collected but is freaking out on the inside.

“wait, wait,” joshua said, his body shaking from laughter, eyes scrunched adorably, as you once again messed up what was supposed to be a mug. maybe pottery wasn’t for you after all…

you looked up from the disaster in front of you and raised your brows.

“c'mere,” he waved at you, the smile not disappearing from his face.

“why?” you asked, suspicious. “i’m not falling for one of your pranks again, joshua hong.”

“darling,” he whined, making your heart skip. “have a bit more faith in me,” you noticed a clean cloth in his hand. “you got some clay on your cheek. wanted to wipe it off.”

oh. oh.

woozi

place: jazz club

what they would do to make you feel special: the morning after the date you’d get a message with a link to a playlist with the songs from the bar and a (probably a bit corny) title that would make your heart swoon.

what they would be like taking you out: at first woozi would be kind of awkward and shy, just because he’d be intimidated by you and the fact that you agreed to go out with him??? and you didn’t think a jazz club was lame??? mans would be sweating and panicking, but with time the stress would disappear because of how at peace being with you made him.

“do you maybe want to…,” jihoon shyly looked up from his glass that he was holding onto for dear life. “uh, i was wondering if… you want to dance?” panic like he'd never known before welled in his throat, as jihoon finally managed to ask you the question he’d been dying to ask you for the past hour.

“say yes, say yes, say yes.”

you honestly wanted to laugh, because if only he knew how much you wanted him to ask you that.

“of course, jihoon, i’d love to,” you smiled gently at him, noticing how the tension disappeared from his shoulders.

oh, he’d be the death of you.

place: the zoo

what they would do to make you feel special: carry your bag without you having to ask, not a single peep. he’d grab it after like five minutes and seeing your confused face or your quiet “i can carry it myself”, seokmin would shake his head and say, “i don’t want your shoulder to hurt”.

what they would be like taking you out: shaky hands, shaky voice, wobbly feet; because no amount of pep talk would be able to calm seokmin down. he’d be so happy to go out with you, but the stress would be eating him alive - it’s just that he wouldn’t want for anything to go wrong since it’d be your first date :((

“where to next?” you pulled out the map of the zoo, crossing out the small picture of an otter.

“what about the lions? or tigers?” a shadow fell over the map and you could feel seokmin’s cologne, as well as his chest gently pressing against your back.

“you sure you won’t get too scared?” you teased, reminding him of how he almost ran out of the tarantula terrarium. it was honestly adorable, but at the same time he looked like he went to hell and back.

poor man held onto you for the next fifteen minutes.

“huh, very funny,” he said, fixing his hat, as if getting ready to fight the tiger himself. “let’s go.”

seungkwan

place: karaoke place

what they would do to make you feel special: at the end of the night seungkwan would pick out a (not so) low-key romantic, cutesy, first love coded song to sing (definitely not dedicated to you).

what they would be like taking you out: a blushy and giggly mess. seungkwan would be so mesmerised by you, but at the same time too shy to actually look at you, kind of scared that you’d disappear if he’d stare for too long. his face would be as red as a tomato all night long, though he'd go back to his goofball usual self by the end of the night.

“what do you mean i got 95 out of 100?” seungkwan yelled at the machine and pushed his slightly sweaty bangs from his forehead, as if that would change the score written on the display. “this is ridiculous,” he grumbled. “seriously i’m so over this thing.”

“seungkwan?” you asked, amusement lacing your voice. as much as you found his tantrum to be cute, you had one more mission to do that night.

“yes?” he turned around at the speed of light, his neck cracking slightly.

“could you sing one more song for me?” you asked.

suddenly, as if the beef he had with the karaoke machine never happened, he pulled out the keyboard to type the song title.

“of course i will, what a silly question, baby.”

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universalzones · 1 day ago

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"Then it is safe to assume this Lupus has been with G.U.N for a long time. Only someone well connected could manage to pull of having zero information about himself. After all, files and documents are one thing, though word of mouth is a completely different issue." Blaze was sure someone that connect would have no problem keeping people silent. And if he couldn't, making someone disappear would be the next logical step.

Belle and everyone else would focus on Jewel. "Already done, though on good news I'm afraid. I'm starting to suspect that she may be trapped under some rubble as a piece of the airship fell and destroyed it. I do hope she is okay." The tinkerer didn't have any camera's for Belle Bot to access as all were offline which means they all had to have been destroyed. It means what happened to Jewel was unknown as there wasn't any data to pull from the servers either with most being destroyed and the data was beyond recovering.

"We have half an hour," Kitsunami said before going into deep thought. 'What is Surge's plan? She wouldn't just agree to be arrested easily. Maybe she plans on busting out of the truck they use to transport her. I doubt they have anything that could contain her easily. Not to mention once she gets out no one can catch besides Sonic or Shadow.' The fennec just couldn't understand what Surge was planning, which is odd for him.

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Surge managed to find a way to get into a cell, though it was empty. "Guess I'll check the next one." The tenrec punched the wall, easily busting a hole through it and into the next cell. She stepped over the rubble and looked around, spotting a hole in the floor. "Well, guess that's one way to get out." The speedster walked over and saw it connect to the sewer line. "Shit, that's a lot of ground to cover."

Surge would jump down, landing with a bit of a loud thud. "Okay, I think I've got half an hour. If I use Thunder Snow: Blue, I should finish in half that time." The tenrec was ready to dash off, though could hear talking up ahead. "Or they could still be close by. Lucky me I guess." The speedster would start to walk towards the voice, going with stealth for once.

Miles was mostly ignoring the banter about Rowan. In his mind Rowan believed alot like he and Sonic that rules were a roadblock. They were there for bureaucrats and politicians to find a way to place blame on the innocent and a mass power. That wasn't to say some rules were bad, things like no stealing, don't kill and no chilidogs on the new couch! all important rules most people would follow. But alot of them were just to be abused. GUN and the Federation were proving his point valid right now.

" Eh He's on our side, and that's all i need to know. He didn't show up and immediately jack kick me in the head... like a certain angsty boy i know... that speaks loads in my book! "

What was shadows beef with him anyway? Felt like he singled him out for no reason! essh! that guy was a jerk!

" Now this is way more interesting! General Lupus... didn't exist until a week ago. Like, no record, no file, no birth certificate hell Shadow has more paperwork then this guy has... He's 10 shades of, black ops... i'm telling you... this stinks worse then rough and tumble... and boy those two STINK "

It was almost in this moment that the main door opened up and Lanolin made her way back up to the command deck. She didn't look any better then when she left. In fact she looked somewhat worried but trying to keep everything together. She glanced over at Kitsunami and Belle with a serious look on her face.

" Belle, Kitsunami... i need you two to look for signs of Jewel... She is missing. I need you to keep it quiet as possible, we can't have GUN figuring out our director is missing... they will assume the worst... "

She took the podium next to Blaze and leaned back on the railing with her arms crossed.

" How much time we have before they are meant to contact us? Surge has agreed to our terms. But she's looking for Jewel right now... hoping she'll be back before long... "

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Charmy had never meant any offense, in fact he was really enamored by her story. Like something out of a comic book! But he didn't argue, and he knew better then to upset her. He Just hoped no one would be angry for him trusting her. He blitzed across the sky toward the command center--- cause that in his mind was more important then his injuries! He'd let big V know what happened, and then he'd get himself fixed up!

Still... he hoped Surge had better luck then he did! dang he really needed to call Cream later! they were suppose to go to the mall later and all this happened! he hoped she was ok, and not in all this trouble!

Still... he was worried about Jewel...

#atangledfate #Blaze the Cat #burning sol guardian #Belle the Tinkerer #gentle puppet tinkerer #Kitsunami the Fennec #nervous shaking water #Surge the Tenrec #speed of lightning brawler #rp #ic #IDW Sonic

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Still snuggled into his side, Aspen took a content breath. Her heart happily fluttered in her chest as his words repeated themselves in her head. She couldn't believe she was loved by him, him of all people, and he always had a way of showing it to her. She only hoped she could give him that same satisfaction as well.

To her right, Harry was using his right hand to hold his sketch pencil, dabbling the granite over the sheet of paper in his notebook that was balanced on his knee. The girl took in the sight before her, how his tattoos grazed up his neck past his shirt collar and how his rings danced around his fingers in different directions (which she made a mental note of to twist back properly), how his nails were always painted a sheen black, never matte but somehow always chipped. She wondered if he'd ever try doing something like a topcoat.

Her brown eyes skimmed over his office, spotting the two ceramic pieces sitting on a shelf from their date, which was also when Aspen had asked Harry to be her boyfriend.

"You kept those?"

Aspen's voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as she tilted her head toward the shelf where their two ceramic pieces sat side by side. The soft afternoon light filtering through the window illuminated the edges of the figures—the small, imperfectly painted conversation heart she had made and the abstract, green and gold swirled mug Harry had crafted. Seeing them there, carefully placed amongst his things, made something in her chest tighten.

Harry followed her gaze, then let out a low chuckle, his pencil pausing against the sketchbook. "'Course I did," he said easily, as if the thought of getting rid of them had never crossed his mind. He glanced down at her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Why wouldn't I?"

Aspen shrugged slightly, ducking her head. "I don't know. I guess I just didn't think—"

"Didn't think I'd keep somethin' we made together?" Harry cut in, his voice teasing but warm. He turned his head and pressed a kiss into her hair. "Asp, I love what we made. I wanted to have it here, where I spend most of my time. Where I can look at it and be reminded of you."

Aspen's breath caught in her throat, and her fingers curled slightly against the fabric of his shirt. Reminded of her.

She didn't know why those words hit her so hard, but they did. It wasn't just about the ceramics—it was about everything.The way he drew her, the way he sang for her, the way he kept little pieces of her woven into his life. He loved her, and he made sure she knew it, not just in words but in all the little ways he held onto her presence.

She swallowed, trying to ignore the way her eyes burned slightly. "That's... really sweet," she whispered, almost shyly.

Harry hummed, smirking as he resumed the sketch in his lap. "I can be sweet," he murmured. "For you, anyway."

Aspen rolled her eyes at his playfulness, but she smiled, letting herself sink further into him. She watched as his pencil glided across the paper, forming soft, delicate strokes.

"What are you drawing?" she asked curiously, her head tilting to get a better look.

Harry hesitated for half a second, but then, with a small smirk, he tilted the notebook so she could see. Aspen's breath hitched when she realized what it was.

Her.

Her sitting just like this, curled into his side, her face tucked into his chest with that peaceful little expression she knew she had when she felt safe. The details were soft but unmistakable—the slope of her nose, the curve of her lashes, the way her hair spilled over his arm. It was just his side and his arm, a small section of the sofa where they sat, but he had captured her in a way that was exact, as if he took a photo and printed it onto the paper.

Aspen stared, lips parting slightly. "Harry..."

"I told you, sugar," he murmured, his voice softer now, more serious. "I like keepin' you with me. Even when you're not here."

Aspen's throat tightened, her chest swelling with something too big to name. She had no words—nothing that could possibly match the way this felt. Instead, she lifted her hand, fingers grazing over the lines of the sketch as if touching them would make it feel more real.

Harry watched her, his green eyes tracing every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. He wasn't always good with words—not when it came to things like this—but he could show her. He could give her proof of what she meant to him, of how much space she took up in his mind.

After a moment, Aspen turned to him, her brown eyes deep and searching. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this," she admitted softly. "The way you... see me."

Harry smiled, tilting his head slightly. "How's that?"

Aspen's cheeks warmed. "Like I'm something worth capturing."

His expression softened. He reached up, brushing his knuckles against her cheek before cupping the side of her face. "That's 'cause you are," he murmured. "Every damn time I look at you, I see somethin' I wanna keep."

Aspen sucked in a quiet breath, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, something unspoken passing between them.

Then, slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing his in the softest, most reverent kiss. Harry sighed into it, his fingers slipping into her hair as he deepened the kiss just slightly, savoring her. It wasn't heated, wasn't rushed—it was slow, warm, and full of something that settled deep in both of them.

When they pulled away, Aspen rested her forehead against his, her lips curling into a small, shy smile. "I love you," she whispered.

Harry grinned, pressing a quick, playful kiss to the tip of her nose. "I know, little mouse. I love you."

Aspen laughed softly, the warmth of his voice settling deep into her chest like a secret only she was meant to hear. The words lingered between them, wrapping around her heart, sinking in slowly. She still couldn't quite believe it sometimes—that someone like Harry, with his rough hands and soft heart, loved her.

Harry pulled her closer, tucking her against him like he never wanted to let go before leaning down to capture her lips in another sweet kiss. His lips moved slowly, tenderly, like he was savoring the moment, like he was trying to tell her things he couldn't put into words. Aspen sighed against his mouth, the familiar warmth of him sending tiny sparks through her veins.

"You know," Harry murmured against her lips, voice thick with affection, "I don't think I'll ever get over kissin' you."

Aspen blinked up at him, still caught in the haze of his touch. His gaze flickered between her eyes, down to her nose, then to her lips, before coming back up again, taking in every part of her like he was trying to memorize the way she looked beneath him. She tilted her head just slightly, her silent way of asking for more, and Harry smiled.

"I used to be... light on kisses," he admitted, his voice quieter now, as if he were confessing something important. "Never was my forte, but then you came along, and it was the only thing I could think about. Amongst other things, of course."

A slow, teasing smirk crept onto his lips, his tone laced with playful insinuation.

Aspen let out a breathy laugh, rolling her eyes even as heat crawled up her neck. Harry had a way of saying things—of looking at her—that made her feel entirely too flustered. "Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt. "But I like kissing you, too."

Her voice came out in a shy squeak, and Harry lived for it.

"You've got the mouth of an angel," he mused, the corner of his lip twitching in amusement. "Quite literally. Guess that practice paid off, eh?"

Aspen's eyes widened as the realization of what he meant hit her like a freight train. "Harry!"

She smacked his arm lightly, but the damage was already done. His grin stretched wide, shameless and absolutely unrepentant.

"What?" He chuckled, rubbing his arm dramatically, though they both knew she hadn't hit him hard.

Aspen narrowed her eyes, her face practically burning now. "Says you!"

Harry quirked a brow, his teeth catching the metallic ring of his lip piercing, playing with it before releasing the jewelry again. He always did that when he was amused, when he knew he was getting under her skin in the best way possible. "Says me what?"

Aspen huffed, crossing her arms as if she could shield herself from his relentless teasing. "You've had multiple... practices before," she muttered, her tone shy but her eyes still locked onto his.

Harry let out a deep chuckle, one that rumbled through his chest and sent a pleasant shiver down Aspen's spine. He reached for his notebook, setting it aside with an easy motion before focusing all his attention on her.

"Maybe," he admitted, his voice dropping just enough to make her breath catch. "But none of them compare to you."

Aspen swallowed, her fingers curling into the hem of her shirt.

Harry leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he added, "Especially not the way you taste."

Aspen let out a tiny, involuntary squeak before promptly burying her face against his chest again, utterly defeated.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, his arms wrapping around her securely, holding her tight as she tried (and failed) to escape his teasing. "Ah, sugar, don't hide from me now," he mused, running his hand up and down her back.

Aspen groaned. "You're so..."

The man hummed in amusement, his hand carding through the soft strands of her hair. The cherry vanilla scent hit his nose through the motions. "I'm so what? So handsome?"

The girl only groaned again and kept her flaming face buried in Harry's chest. A soft rumble of laughter fell from his lips again as he shook his head. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I love that you practiced f'me."

When she didn't respond, and Harry could feel the warmth of her face through his shirt, he continued with a smirk.

"The thought 'f you even thinking of something like that does somethin' to me. But come to find out my sweet, little girl was on her knees and putting her sweet throat t'work jus' t'please me." Harry sighed, heavy with his accent. His tongue came out to run over his own lips before his fingers tucked under the girls chin, tilting her head up to look up at him. His thumb ran over her bottom lip as her face wore that deep red once more, yet she kept her eyes on his.

"And when you had actually got down to your knees in front of me? Fucking hell, Aspen..." He muttered, a slight furrow forming in his brows while the image flashed in his mind again. "You looked so lost down there, hm? Your small hands and these pretty lips," the mans thumb pushed passed the barrier of her parted lips, resting his pad of his thumb on her tongue, hooking her mouth open slightly more, "these pretty lips that could barely wrap around my cock."

Harry sucked his teeth slowly and sighed once more, his eyes ripping from her mouth to her eyes again. "Don't worry, hm? 'M going to make sure I train this gorgeous mouth of yours."

Aspen's eyes fluttered shyly, her cheeks hot as her breathing slowed and got heavier. With the words that spilled from his mouth, the girl's stomach couldn't help but coil in embarrassment but also satisfaction. She wanted that just as much as Harry.

She nodded hesitantly, closing her lips around the mans thumb. Aspen hollowed her cheeks around the digit as she kept her eyes locked on his green ones, now a glint of something deeper than his usual shine.

Her tongue pressed up against his thumb as she slowly and carefully moved it side to side. Her eyes grew shy, the burning desire to shut them or turn away, but she couldn't look away from Harry's parted lips and furrowed brows as he looked down at her in what seemed to be awe.

Harry slowly pulled his thumb out, her teeth grazing along. His thumb pulled down her bottom lip as he did so, his lips immediately pressing onto hers before his thumb could fully remove from her bottom lip. Aspen's hands came to rest on his chest as his large hands came to grip her hips, pulling her to a seat on his lap.

His tongue glided along the girls bottom lip, taking her parted lips as a quick invitation. A groan fell from his mouth and tumbled into hers. His head was swarming with everything Aspen. The man would have never expected her to be the way she was, expected her to shy away from his finger in her mouth or swat him away. His tongue ventured through her warmth, tangling along with her own as she let out a breathy whine against his lips.

Harry tilted her hips down with a firm grip as he shifted his hips under her. Aspen let out a small gasp as she felt the familiar bulge press up against her clothed clit before it disappeared just as fast as it came. Her hands slid up towards his broad shoulders and took ahold of the fabric there as she let out another sound against Harry's open mouth.

Harry’s breath was heavy, warm as it fanned against her cheek before he tilted his head and pressed his lips just beneath her jaw. The sharp inhale Aspen took didn’t go unnoticed by him, nor did the way her grip on his shirt tightened, fingers curling into the fabric as if she needed to ground herself. He liked that— liked knowing that he was the one making her feel this way, making her shiver beneath his touch.

His lips trailed lower, slow and deliberate, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. He lingered when he reached the delicate spot just beneath her ear, where he knew she was sensitive, and when he dragged his tongue lightly over her skin, she let out the sweetest little sound, barely more than a breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered against her skin, his voice gravelly, strained. He could already feel himself slipping, getting lost in the way she felt, the way she reacted to him like she was made for this, for him. His hands flexed at her hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he guided her just how he wanted, feeling the way her body molded against his own.

Aspen whimpered as Harry kissed lower, his lips brushing against her collarbone before he nipped lightly at her skin, his teeth scraping just enough to make her tremble. “Harry...” she whispered, her voice breathy, filled with something between desperation and awe.

The sound of his name on her lips, so soft, so needy, sent a deep warmth curling in his stomach, and he knew he was toeing a dangerous line. He was getting too carried away, too caught up in the way she moved against him, in the way her fingers dug into his shoulders like she never wanted to let go.

And God, neither did he.

He swallowed between kisses, his hips pressing up against her for a longer moment, keeping her there. With furrowed brows and wet lips, he moaned against her sweet skin as she whined out above him, wiggling her hips a small bit as to tell him to keep it going. And truly, her wish was absolutely his command.

He continued to guide her hips in slow rolls to meet his, grazing his teeth along her neck between soft pants. Aspen, the way she squirmed above him and how his name came out between her gentle whimpers, drove him crazy.

The girl slid her hands from his gripped shirt to cup his jaw, pulling his face from her neck to look up at her. It was only for a second until his lips came crashing up to meet hers. He swallowed every little sound she made, though he knew her well enough to know she was aiming to keep herself quiet. His hips met hers in a particularly hard roll, his breath faltering in a gasp that matched hers.

"Let me hear you, pretty," He muttered against her lips before it was her turn to navigate down his jaw and to his neck. Harry groaned, his head falling back against the couch for a brief moment as he tried to rein himself in. His hands smoothed over her hips, slipping under the flowy material of her top while moving up the sides of her waist before settling at her lower back. She was so warm beneath his touch, so intoxicating.

To Harry's surprise, even without his hands guiding her hips, she continued the movements. And who was he to stop? The way she moved against him, he was sure he couldn't stop anyways. The way her warm thighs swarmed his lap and just the mere thought that she was getting off to this? He felt like a stupid teenager again, but he was pleased to be here with her.

Aspens hips faltered as she whined out a moan, a bit louder now, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck. Her stomach coiled with need for Harry, for him to just touch her, but she couldn't stop the movements of her hips. If she did, she was sure she'd have to shoot herself from the loss of contact.

Even she couldn't believe what was happening. With every drag of his firm cock along her clit, the girl's panties bunched between her folds with ease. She gasped softly at the wet feeling pooling between her thighs, a red rushing over her cheeks. She lifted her head once more and latched her mouth in wet kisses over Harrys neck, which had his own head spinning.

Aspen's lips were soft, warm, and hesitant at first as they brushed against Harry's skin. She had never done this before—at least, not in the way she wanted to now. But she had seen it, knew the basics of what it was supposed to be, and she had the overwhelming urge to mark him, to leave something behind that said he's mine.

Her kisses trailed along the sharp line of his jaw, down the strong column of his throat, and she felt him swallow thickly beneath her lips. Harry’s breathing had gone uneven, his chest rising and falling with a little more force now as her mouth explored his neck.

"Shit, baby," Harry muttered, his voice rough, strained. His hands squeezed at her hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of her shorts, and Aspen felt a rush of pride at the way he reacted to her. He liked this. She was making him feel this way.

So, emboldened by the way his grip tightened on her, by the way his head tilted back to give her more access, she decided to take it a step further.

Aspen let her lips part against the warm skin of his throat, sucking lightly, testing the waters. She wasn’t sure how much pressure to apply, wasn’t sure if she was even doing it right, but when she grazed her teeth ever so slightly over the spot she had just sucked on, Harry let out the most guttural sound she had ever heard from him.

His hands clamped down on her hips, his fingers digging in as a deep groan rumbled from his chest. His reaction sent a thrill straight through her, and she felt something hot and needy coil in her stomach. That had worked. That had sent him spiraling.

"Jesus Christ, Aspen," he gritted out, his voice hoarse, wrecked. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerked up into her reflexively. Aspen whimpered, guiding her hips down once more.

She smirked against his skin, her chest swelling with a newfound confidence, and she did it again—this time, sucking just a little harder, letting her tongue swirl over the spot before nipping at it lightly.

Harry growled.

"You're gonna kill me," he muttered, his voice cracking slightly at the end. His ring clad fingers twitched at her sides, gripping and releasing as if he was trying to control himself, trying not to flip her over and take what she was so teasingly offering.

Aspen pulled back just enough to admire her work, her lips tingling from the effort. There, on the side of Harry’s neck, was a deep, blooming mark, proof of what she had done to him. She felt a flicker of satisfaction curl in her chest. She had done that. It was small, nothing too extreme, but the feeling of pride swelled her chest.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her growing smile, but Harry caught the gleam in her eyes. His own gaze, dark and hooded, met hers as he smirked lazily, his hands shifting from her hips to slide up her back, holding her close.

"Proud of y'self, are you?" he murmured, his lips twitching.

Aspen shrugged, feigning innocence, though her cheeks were flushed and her heart was racing. "Maybe a little."

Harry let out a breathy chuckle, his fingers threading into the hair at the nape of her neck as he tugged her down just enough so their noses brushed. "You should be," he admitted. "That was fuckin’ cruel, baby. Doin’ me like that when I can't do a damn thing about it."

Aspen swallowed, her lips parting slightly as she realized exactly what he meant. He was still at work. They couldn’t do anything more right now.

But God, the way he was looking at her, the way his hands held her close like he was barely keeping himself together—it made her want to push him just a little further.

So she leaned in, her voice soft and teasing as she whispered, "Guess you'll just have to wait, then."

Harry groaned, letting his head fall back again, his hands sliding back up to her bare waist as he exhaled a shaky breath. "You're evil, you know that?"

Aspen giggled, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw, feeling entirely too pleased with herself. "You love it."

Harry let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do."

Harry’s grip on Aspen tightened as he let out a slow, controlled exhale. His girl—his sweet, shy Aspen—had just marked him, left a deep, dark bruise on his skin like a quiet claim of possession, and fuck if that didn’t send him spiraling. He had never seen this side of her before, at least, not fully. It was hesitant, still laced with that same softness that made her her, but there was a growing confidence in the way she moved, in the way she touched him, and he was absolutely, completely gone for it.

Not that he wouldn’t have loved her the same if she never changed at all. Harry was in too deep already, too consumed by everything she was. He would’ve happily spent the rest of his days kissing her through her shyness, easing her into his arms as she stumbled through her words, adoring the way she still blushed at his teasing. But this? This was something else entirely, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of watching her come undone like this—watching her bloom for him.

And if she thought she could get away with teasing him like that without consequence? Oh, she had another thing coming.

Harry smirked, tilting his head back up, his green eyes dark and full of something wicked as he met her gaze. “You think you’re so clever, huh?” he murmured, his voice deep and slow, dragging over her skin like a caress.

Aspen blinked at him, her lips still curved in the smallest, most innocent smirk, but he could see the way she swallowed, the way her breath hitched just slightly at the tone of his voice. Good.

Before she could respond, he moved. His hands slid up her back, gathering her closer, until his lips were hovering just over her ear. “My turn,” he whispered, his voice thick with promise.

Aspen barely had a second to react before his mouth was on her.

He didn’t go for the obvious spot—no, he had learned her far too well to be predictable. He aimed just below her ear, right against the pulse point where he knew she was most sensitive. The second his lips met her skin, Aspen gasped, her fingers clenching at the fabric of his shirt, her entire body shuddering in response.

Harry smirked against her, pleased with himself as he latched his lips around the delicate skin, sucking lightly at first, testing the waters, before he increased the pressure.

Aspen let out a shaky breath, her fingers sliding up to tangle into his curls. “H-Harry—”

“Mmm?” he hummed, not letting up, his tongue flicking against the mark he was making before his teeth grazed the spot ever so slightly.

Her breath hitched, and then—God above—she let out the softest, neediest whimper against his shoulder, and Harry damn near lost his mind.

He groaned, his grip on her hips flexing as he pulled her just a little tighter against him. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips dragging to a new spot, just a little lower, just to hear her make that sound again.

Aspen was melting against him now, her head tilting to give him more access, her breathing uneven as he worked at her skin. And he wasn’t holding back—if she was going to mark him, he was going to make damn sure everyone knew she was his. The spot under her ear was already darkening, but he sucked just a little harder, his tongue soothing over it before he pulled back, admiring his work.

The mark was bigger than the one she had left on him. That wasn’t even intentional—he had just gotten too carried away, too lost in the way she responded to him, the way she let him do this to her.

Aspen shuddered against him, her fingers still clinging to his shirt as she exhaled a trembling breath. And then, after a beat, he felt it—her smile.

"You’re smug, aren’t you?" she muttered, her voice breathless, but there was a small, proud lilt to it that had Harry grinning against her skin.

"Damn right, I am." He pressed a final, lingering kiss to the mark before pulling back to look at her. “Look at you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as he took in her flushed cheeks, the way her lips were slightly parted, swollen from their earlier kisses. “My sweet girl’s not so sweet anymore, huh?”

Aspen huffed out a small laugh, but she ducked her head, still shy despite everything, which only made Harry’s heart throb harder in his chest. He loved that about her—how she could switch between this confident, teasing version of herself and the soft, timid girl he had fallen for. She was both, and he adored every side of her.

“I… I liked that,” she admitted quietly, still playing with the hem of his shirt, not quite meeting his eyes.

Harry felt something warm and achingly fond settle deep in his chest. He tilted her chin up with his knuckle, waiting until her brown eyes met his. "Yeah?" he murmured, his voice softer now.

She nodded, still bashful. "Mhm."

Harry smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips, slow and tender. "Good," he whispered against her mouth. "Because I’ll be doin’ that a lot more from now on."

Their mouths met again, urgency laced in every touch as Harry’s hands roamed her body, mapping out every curve as if he hadn’t already committed her to memory. His fingers trailed down her sides, brushing over the thin fabric of her top before gripping onto her waist, steadying her as she shifted against him. A low groan rumbled from his chest at the feeling, the soft, deliberate roll of her hips against his cock making it nearly impossible to think straight.

Aspen’s fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging ever so slightly as she deepened their kiss. The reaction it pulled from Harry sent a thrill down her spine. She was beginning to realize just how much power she had over him, and that knowledge sent a rush of warmth through her. He had always been the one in control, always the one guiding her, teasing her, unraveling her—but now, she could feel the way he was unraveling beneath her, just from her touch.

Harry’s lips trailed down her jaw, slow and deliberate, before finding the sensitive skin just behind her ear. He pressed a lingering kiss there, his breath warm against her skin before his mouth traveled lower, just beneath her pulse point. His lips parted, his tongue flicking out before he sucked lightly at the delicate spot.

Aspen gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders as her body instinctively melted into his. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt—hot, dizzying, intoxicating. A soft whimper escaped her lips when she felt him smirk against her skin.

"That’s better," Harry murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he pulled back slightly to admire the mark he’d left behind. It was hidden, just beneath her ear, but it was there. His.

His fingers traced over it gently before his hands wandered lower, gripping at her thighs. One of his hands slid inward, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of her inner thigh, dangerously close to where she ached for him most. He squeezed gently, teasing, reveling in the way her breath hitched, the way her body tensed with anticipation.

"Can I touch you, love?" His voice was hoarse, thick with need as his fingers danced just shy of where she wanted him. He didn’t push—he would never push—but the question was there, hanging between them, heavy and full of promise.

Aspen swallowed thickly, her lips parting slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. She had never felt this kind of anticipation before, never known what it was like to want something so badly and feel it just within reach.

Her heart pounded as she looked at him, as she took in the warmth in his green eyes, the way he was holding himself back, waiting—always waiting—for her. The care he had for her, the patience, the devotion, it was enough to send her head spinning.

Still catching her breath, she nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Harry’s lips curved into a slow, pleased smile.

"Good girl," he murmured before pressing another searing kiss to her lips.

Harry hummed in satisfaction at her breathy response, his lips pressing once more to the tender skin beneath her ear before he let his fingers resume their slow, torturous exploration. He didn’t rush—not yet. He wanted to savor this, to let Aspen feel every bit of what he was doing to her without ever truly giving in just yet.

His palm smoothed over the inside of her thigh, warm and firm, fingers pressing lightly into the soft flesh before giving a slow, deliberate squeeze. Aspen shivered, her body reacting instinctively to his touch. Her hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt, a quiet whimper escaping her lips as he did it again—squeezing, then releasing, then squeezing just a bit higher, inching closer to where she needed him most.

Her head tipped back slightly, her lips parting as she sucked in a slow breath, but before she could even fully exhale, Harry’s fingers traced up, skimming along the crease of her thigh.

Aspen’s entire body tensed, her stomach clenching with need as his fingers flirted with the edge of her underwear through her thin shorts, barely grazing the sensitive skin beneath. She let out a soft, shaky moan, and that sound alone was nearly enough to undo him.

Harry groaned lowly, his free hand gripping onto her hip to keep her still as she instinctively shifted forward, silently begging for more. "Easy, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss just below her jaw, his lips curling against her skin. "We’ve got all the time in the world."

Aspen let out a frustrated whimper, her fingers tightening against his shoulders as he continued his agonizing pace—fingertips trailing, teasing, dipping between the soft skin of her thighs but never quite touching where she ached for him.

"You’re so sensitive," he mused, his voice deep and laced with amusement. His fingers ghosted over her one more time, and when she let out another needy sound, he chuckled softly. "So needy, aren’t you?"

Aspen bit her lip, hiding her face against his neck in embarrassment. She didn’t know how he could reduce her to this with such minimal touches, but she knew it wasn’t fair. He was enjoying this—he was reveling in her reactions, in the way she melted into him, in the way she chased after his touch like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

His hands traveled lower again, massaging the backs of her thighs before coming around to her ass, kneading the soft flesh there with a firm grip before sliding forward again, fingers dipping teasingly over the thin fabric of her shorts.

Aspen let out a gasp, her hips bucking slightly at the sensation, only for Harry to pull back at the last second.

A whine of protest left her lips, and Harry grinned against her shoulder, clearly pleased with himself.

"Patience, angel," he murmured, dragging his lips back up to her mouth, capturing her in another slow, languid kiss. "You’re makin’ the prettiest sounds for me already, yeah?"

Aspen huffed softly, knowing full well he was taking his time on purpose, that he was enjoying this as much as she was suffering from it.

"You’re mean," she whispered against his lips, her voice a breathy little thing.

Harry only smirked, his hand slowly traveling back up her thigh, tracing the same path as before. "Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, fingers pressing firmly into the soft crease of her thigh once more. "You’ve no idea."

His fingers danced their way back to where she needed it most, over her clit. This time, however, he didn't pull back. He pressed his fingers up against her, in slow circles at first as he kept his eyes on her expression.

The mans fingers slid down to press over her entrance, the gentle give of squish giving away how wet she way. A satisfied smirk crawled over his lips. "All f'me, huh?"

The girl let out a breathy moan with a nod, swallowing around air as she rolled her hips down against his fingers while they pressed and slid back over her clit. He worked his hand with ease to match her needy pace, his gaze dropping down to where he touched her and flickered back up to her expression of need.

Harry's cock throbbed under the material of his jeans. It didn't go unnoticed, twitching against Aspen's thigh which made her lips fall open in another moan. As her eyes closed, the image of his cock, heavy and thick, resting in her hand and on her tongue filled her mind. She'd do anything to have him in her mouth once more.

The newfound feeling coiled in her stomach. She sucked in a breath and let it out in a needy whimper, her hands resting on the curve of his neck now with her thumbs pressing into his warm flesh as she ground her hips down to meet the feeling of his fingers. Her hole fluttered around the open air, desperate for his thick fingers to slide into her like they did before and draw out another orgasm.

Harry could tell she was close, that she needed that final push. Her breathing became more shallow and her moans became higher in pitch, her eyes closed and her head pushed back. His eyes gleamed over the mark he left which made his cock twitch once more.

And just as she thought he might finally give in—just as her breath caught in her throat in anticipation—he pulled back again, leaning away slightly as his hands came to rest innocently on her waist.

Aspen groaned in frustration, her head dropping to his shoulder as her whole body trembled from the teasing. "Harry," she whined, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt in protest.

Harry chuckled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "That’s enough for now, little mouse," he murmured, his voice teasing but firm. "Don’t wanna start something I can’t finish, yeah?"

Aspen pouted, peeking up at him through her lashes, but she knew he was right. The last thing they needed was to get carried away in his office when anyone could come knocking.

Still, the fire in her veins refused to die down, and the way he looked at her—eyes dark with something she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen in them before—made it clear that this was far from over.

"Please?," she mumbled under her breath. Her thumbs ran small circles into the skin on his neck, her nail catching skin lightly which made him groan softly, nodding.

With fumbling and quick hands that moved in need and desperation, his fingers slid under the band of her shorts and quickly met with the warmth of her clit. Even over her underwear, which she completely soaked through, Harry could feel the pulse of her clit against his fingers.

He wasted no time in drawing circles over the sensitive bud. Her lips parted and a broken moan, louder than the others, fell from her lips. The sound shot down to Harry's dick, which he took one of her hands and placed it over. He gave an encouraging squeeze, guiding her hand to move to the pace of his.

Aspen's hand merely covered the outline of his cock. Dizziness filled her head as she swiped her thumb over where his tip would be, with more pressure than she would've used if he was bare. Harry dropped his head onto her shoulder with a groan, his fingers busily working over her clit. They peeled back her panties, tucking them into the curve of her thigh, before his middle finger ran through her slick folds.

"Fuck," he muttered into her skin, collecting her arousal on both of his fingers now before dragging it back up to her clit. The feeling sent a shudder down her spine, eliciting another sweet moan of his name.

"One day," Harry grunted, his hand still guiding hers as he swirled his fingers over her clit with ease, a sense of professionalism, before dipping down between her folds, "I'm going to fill you up with my cock, so, so good." He licked his lips and pushed his middle finger past the woman's tight entrance.

Aspen arched into the feeling with a gasp, his words sending both a raging blush to her cheeks and a pleasant coil to her stomach.

"I don't know if I'd be able to stop," Harry moaned into her shoulder at a particular squeeze, pumping his finger slowly. Deciding she was wet enough, practically pooling in his palm, he pushed another finger in alongside.

The girl whimpered at the burning stretch but quickly found comfort when he began to move his fingers.

"Hell, I don't even know if I'd be able to start. You're so fuckin' tight," he grunted once more, guiding his fingers at a pleasing pace. Her thighs quivered every few seconds from the feeling and she couldn't stop the flow of moans and whimpers from her mouth anymore. She raised her free hand to cover her mouth with the back of it as her brows furrowed, his fingers curling inside her now.

Aspen's back arched as she ground her hips down to push his fingers deeper into her. Harry raised his head from its place on her shoulder, his own look of awe on his face as he beamed up at her.

"Don't do that," Harry grumbled, using his nose to nudge her hand off her face. "This is my fucking shop, and if I want to have my girl— to touch my girl— I'll do jus' that," he growled out, lips latching wet kisses back onto her neck.

"Oh, God," she quivered, her hips jerking as her stomach coiled. She felt like a stupid virgin, and technically, she was. Her orgasm grew closer with each word he muttered. The gruff edge of his voice only added to the feeling, shooting through her and straight to her core. She did her best to work her hand over Harry's twitching cock still in his pants.

Harry only chuckled, fading into a small groan. "Shit—," He gasped, his abdomen tightening as he felt his own orgasm creeping up.

"My innocent little virgin, huh? Need to come already?" Harry swallowed the groan in his throat as she let out a moan of her own, her eyes finally opening to meet his. And fuck, she looked a mess. She clenched around his fingers and nodded desperately.

"Please, please, please," She gasped in her small voice and trailed off in another moan, dropping her head back once more as the movement in her hips grew sloppy. Harry was right behind her with his movements, his hips after chasing its own high in her hand.

With last minute thinking, Aspen reached both hands to the mans belt, undoing it with clinks and slips of leather to unbutton and unzip the material before reaching to tug his cock out.

She whined softly, pleased now that the weight of his cock was finally in her hand. She licked her lips as she stared at how she couldn't even wrap her own hand around it fully, her thumb gliding over his glistening tip.

A dribble of spit left her red lips as she tilted her head down and looked up at him, her gaze broken when he curled his fingers in a way that had her fall into his chest slightly. Harry, with surprised eyes and a racing mind, couldn't help but let out another guttural moan at the sight.

Fuck.

The girls hand slid over the slick spit, rubbing it all over his heavy shaft to the pace of his fingers. "Please, H..." She whimpered, thumbing over his slit as she ground her hips into his fingers messily again, clenching around his thick fingers once more. She wasn't sure what she was begging for, for his come or for her to come, but she needed both.

"Please, Daddy?"

Harry groaned, his fingers pressing impossibly further into her as his jaw fell slack, nodding. Where the fuck was this side of her coming from?

"Come for me, baby. All over m'hand, get Daddy's hand all messy."

His words shot straight to her pussy. She clenched around his fingers sloppily while shifting her hips until it finally hit her. Aspen cried out a moan of Harry's name, her thumb sliding over his tip once more before stuttering in its motions.

Harry came right after her. The feeling of her flooding around his fingers, her thighs buzzing, chest rising and falling, her words, he was bound to lose it. His come, hot and loaded, spurted over the girl's small fist, groaning strings of curses and her name thrown in the mix, as well as praises.

Harry's free hand came to snake up the back of her neck and card between the strands of her hair as he brought her head down to capture her lips in another kiss. He swallowed every moan and whimper of hers, returning some of his own with his fingers pumping and curling through her orgasm while his thumb slowed their circles on her clit. When she whimpered and her hips started to shy away, he carefully slowed his fingers and slid them out in a way they didn't get her messy.

When they pulled away for a breath, he licked over his lips and swallowed, falling back against the sofa cushions as he looked up at her, his hand leaving her hair to rest on her thigh. He caressed up and down in soothing motions, catching his own breath while she caught her own.

Without any hesitation, Harry raised his two fingers to his lips, resting them on his tongue and wrapping his lips around them with a smirk. Aspen looked down at him with her doe eyes and flushes cheeks, lips parted as she drew in breaths. She watched his hand meet his mouth intently and a thought flickered in her mind.

Mimicking his motions, she lifted her hand carefully from his cock to her lips. Before she could pull her tongue out and lick her hand clean, Harry's hand caught her wrist.

"Don't."

Aspen tilted her head, feeling herself flutter and clench around the open air. His eyes still carried that same dark tone, his curls falling over his forehead and his lip ring. Fuck, his lip ring.

"I can't see you do that. 'm not gonna be able to control myself, Asp."

His voice came off with a warning edge. Aspen only huffed softly and pulled her wrist from his gentle grasp, raising her palm back to her mouth. She kept her eyes on his as her hand slowly inched forward, her tongue poking out to lick up some of his mess on her hand. With a content hum, she took her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit back a teasing smile. Aspen leaned forward, her other hand on his shoulder and sliding down to his chest as she took another small taste.

"Then don't."

Just as Harry let out a low, nearly desperate groan at Aspen’s teasing, a sudden knock sounded against the door, making them both freeze.

"Oi, mate," Niall's voice rang through the wood, laced with amusement. "Hate to break up whatever moment you two are havin’ in there, but Justin is here, your client."

Aspen's eyes widened in mortification, her entire body tensing against Harry’s. Her face burned as she let out a soft, embarrassed squeak, immediately burying her face against his shoulder.

Harry, on the other hand, exhaled a frustrated breath through his nose, his fingers pressing firmly into Aspen’s waist as he closed his eyes for a second, clearly trying to gather himself. He knew they were cutting it close, but he really hadn’t wanted this moment to end just yet.

"Yeah, yeah, be out in a sec," he finally called back, his voice slightly hoarse from restraint.

A low chuckle sounded from the other side of the door before Niall's footsteps retreated down the hall, but not before calling back something about how he at least let them get one round in.

Aspen groaned softly, still hiding her face against him. "That was so embarrassing," she muttered, her voice muffled against his skin.

Harry huffed out a laugh, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head before tilting her chin up so he could look at her. His eyes softened instantly at her flustered expression, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

"Could’ve been worse," he teased, trailing his fingers along her side before reluctantly shifting beneath her.

Aspen let out a little huff as she sat back, her hands clutching at his shirt as she watched him fix himself—pulling his pants back up properly and adjusting his belt. He worked quickly, but before he stood, he leaned forward, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to her forehead.

"You should go freshen up, yeah?" he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as his thumb brushed the soft skin of her cheek. "Bathroom’s just around the hall. I'd do it myself, work my magic with my mouth," he grinned, licking his lips, "but Justin is waiting f'me. You'll be okay, yeah? Stick around after, too. In here or out there, I'll take y'home."

Aspen nodded, still feeling flustered but completely wrapped up in the way he looked at her—soft, affectionate, like she was the only thing that mattered in this moment.

She reached up, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth before sliding off his lap, smoothing down her clothes as best as she could.

Harry smirked as he watched her, his head tilting slightly. "You’re cute when you’re all shy like that, y’know?"

Aspen shot him a playful glare before rolling her eyes. "Shut up," she muttered, though her lips twitched at the corners as she turned for the door.

Before she could open it, Harry caught her wrist, tugging her back for one more kiss—a slow, lingering press of his lips against hers.

"Go on, little mouse," he murmured against her mouth. "I’ll see you in a bit."

Aspen exhaled softly, nodding before slipping out of the office, her heart still racing in her chest as she made her way down the hall.

And as Harry watched her go, he couldn’t help but grin to himself, already counting down the minutes until he could have her all to himself again.

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bread-crum206 · 14 hours ago

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A Game of Hearts

Chapter seventeen: The Panther’s Eyes

Summary: Y/N’s father is a VIP for the games, he makes a deal with the Frontman that if he marries his only daughter that he will continue to sponsor the games. However, Y/N is not fond of this decision as she loathes the games and in turn, loathes the Frontman as well. Will she grow to love him? Will he let his walls down?

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The room felt quieter now, the tension that had hung between you and In-ho still lingering but dissipating, replaced by the sharp edge of something new. The door had barely clicked shut behind the man in the dark suit when In-ho’s demeanor shifted again. He was already moving—his gaze hardening, his posture stiffening as though the weight of his responsibilities had hit him once more.

You stood there, frozen for a moment, the silence thick in the air, almost suffocating. You hadn’t been prepared for the sudden change, the way he had pulled away so abruptly. But that wasn’t the real issue now. No, the issue was what that man had said: “The situation has escalated. The VIPs are getting rowdy.”

The tension that filled the room now wasn’t from the usual chaos of the arena, but from the more insidious undercurrent that had always haunted this world. You didn’t need to ask what the VIPs were demanding, or what was becoming of them. There was only one thing that had consistently kept them entertained—the frontman’s wife. You.

The thought made your stomach twist.

The man in the panther mask, in particular, had been a constant source of unease. His obsession with you was no secret. Every encounter with him felt like you were caught in a web of unwanted attention, and you had no way of breaking free. You had known from the beginning that the games weren’t just about violence and survival. There was always something darker simmering beneath the surface—something much more personal.

As if on cue, In-ho’s voice sliced through the quiet. “Stay inside, out of sight. The situation’s deteriorating.”

You didn’t need to ask what that meant. The VIPs—the elite that controlled the games, who treated it as a twisted form of entertainment—were becoming impatient, demanding to see you, to have you paraded before them like some kind of prize.

You could see it now in your mind’s eye: the panther mask, those cold, predatory eyes, glinting with desire. The man had always had a way of looking at you like you were an object to be possessed. You shuddered at the thought, but you knew better than to make any sound. The panther’s obsession wasn’t something easily dismissed. And it wasn’t just him. The other VIPs weren’t much better. They had tasted power, and with it came a warped sense of entitlement.

In-ho was already moving toward the door, his gaze darkening as he looked back at you. “Do not leave this room. Understood?”

You nodded, trying not to show how deeply unsettled you were by the situation. His words were cold and commanding, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of concern—that betrayed a deeper emotion. He didn’t want you to be caught in whatever madness was about to unfold. You didn’t know what that meant for you, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good.

As he reached for the door, you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking, even though you knew it wouldn’t change anything. “In-ho, please, don’t—”

He turned, his eyes locking onto yours. For a brief second, there was no mask. No frontman. Just a man whose hands had been forced into a corner, whose every choice had led him further down a path he couldn’t escape.

“I’m doing this for you,” he said, his voice quieter than before, but still hard. “You have to stay hidden. The VIPs are dangerous when they want something.”

The words hit you like a punch. You didn’t need him to explain further. You knew what kind of “danger” the VIPs represented. The way they had treated you—treated women like you—had always been a dark undercurrent to this game. But the panther’s obsession had taken it to a new level. You didn’t know what he wanted with you, but you had a feeling it wasn’t something you would ever be able to walk away from unscathed.

In-ho stepped into the hallway, leaving you standing in the quiet, cold room. You could hear his footsteps fading, the sound of his boots on the hard floors echoing down the hall. The sound was ominous, like the ticking of a clock counting down to something inevitable.

You had always known that being close to In-ho meant being close to danger. But this—this was different. The VIPs weren’t interested in the violence of the arena anymore. They were interested in you. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop them.

You leaned against the cool wall, trying to steady your breath. The panic was starting to creep up, slow but steady. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, suffocating you. If only you could escape. If only you could slip away from this nightmare.

But as the door to the office closed behind In-ho, you knew that wasn’t an option anymore. You were caught in the web, just like everyone else. And no matter how hard you tried, the game had already decided your role.

In-ho’s POV

He moved quickly down the hall, his mind already focused on what he needed to do. The VIPs—the elite who watched the games from behind their veils of power—were getting unruly. It was only a matter of time before they broke down the doors of the front office, demanding access to what they believed was theirs to take.

In-ho had seen the way they looked at her. The way they all looked at her. It was a hunger he could almost taste in the air, but he couldn’t afford to show it. Not now. Not when things were getting so far out of control.

He could hear the murmurs as he passed the thick walls of the building—the low growls of the men in the panther mask, the sharp orders from others of his kind who believed they were untouchable. It made his blood run cold.

The situation had spiraled out of control long before today, but now, there was no turning back. His eyes narrowed as he passed the security team, his hand instinctively tightening around the hidden gun at his waist. He wasn’t going to let them take her, not again.

In-ho knew his life was already over. But she… she was still innocent in this. Still caught in a nightmare that he couldn’t protect her from completely. His jaw clenched as he walked faster, heading toward the main lobby where the VIPs were gathering, where the danger loomed larger than anything he’d ever faced.

The panther mask would be the first to speak. He always was. In-ho could feel his eyes burning into the back of his neck even before he entered the room.

“You know what we want, frontman,” the man said, his voice smooth, predatory. “We’ve been waiting for her. I trust you know how this works by now?”

In-ho’s gaze flicked over the group. They were seated comfortably, as though they owned the world. And, for the most part, they did. But they didn’t own her.

“You know the rules,” In-ho replied, his voice controlled, but the fire of fury simmered underneath. “You get your entertainment. But don’t even think about going near her.”

The panther’s eyes gleamed behind the mask, a low chuckle rumbling from deep within. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”

In-ho didn’t wait for him to finish. He walked across the room to the central console, locking the door behind him, and prepared for what was to come. He wasn’t going to let them have her. Not now. Not ever.

But deep down, a part of him wondered just how long he could keep them at bay.

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Sickly Snuggles

(Legend x Fem!Reader)

It had been a quiet morning.

After two days of sporadic rain everyone was inclined to get to the stable as soon as possible.

The storm had left a muddy path that clung to their boots and forced them into a slower pace. Mixed with the dropping temperature that left a merely uncomfortable chill in the air. They wouldnt of been surprised if ice lay beneath the layer of muck.

Wild had assured them that it never snowed on this side of the ravine but with their luck everyone remained skeptical.

Legend had settled at the back of the group, opting not to participate in any idle chit chat or shenanigans the others would come up with as they walked. Observing the others had become entertainment in itself and truthfully it let him pick up on things that the others might not be aware of.

Legend always believed you could learn a lot about a person by how they traveled and his companions were no different. Take Sky for example. When he's frustrated, his steps are heavier and more prominent. As if hes walking with a distinct purpose. Or how when Four has a headache he quickens his pace while simultaneously shortening his stride so it's more of a shuffle. Twilight fiddles with Epona's reigns when he's sleepy and Wars will start mumbling the most random facts when he's hungry.

From his spot, Legend looked over to Hyrule, taking in the way his arms swung at his side. The kid is clearly restless and Legend just hopes he won't go wandering off and get lost until after lunch. Just ahead of him was Four, and (Y/N).

His attention snagged on you.

The way you walk is most similar to the Captain’s. With arms close to your sides with little to no extra movement.

But when you're tired? Your damn hips give it away every time. After long days or a particularly rough battle Legend can see them swaying from side to side. The more exhausted you are, the more they sway like a hypnotizing pendulum.

Just like they were now.

In fact, the longer he stared (not that he was staring) the more differences he noticed. Your arms were crossed in front, fingers digging into the sleeves of your tunic. The tilt of your neck looked strained and uncomfortable with your head practically resting on your own shoulder.

Surely there was a reason for it right? He looked to the others, finding them all wrapped up in other conversations.

Has no one noticed?

Legend focused even harder, trying to figure out what caused this odd change. You had nearly passed out with Sky before Wild had even finished making dinner last night, and it was still early in the day so it didn't make sense to be this tired already. Maybe you were injured? Monsters had been scarce lately, and the ones they had faced had been easily dispatched of. Everything has seemed normal. Well, maybe normal wasn't the right word but rather nothing had been abnormal?

He squinted his eyes in concentration.

“Everything alright Vet?”

Legend barely spared Twilight a glance. “Does… does (Y/N) seem alright to you?” He whispered. He didn't want to worry anyone unnecessarily but there was just something that was eating at him.

Twilight glanced over, considering his question. “She does seem a bit off now that you mention it. I can go check on her.”

“It's fine, I'll do it.” Legend said, quickly stopping him.

He quickened his pace just enough to pass through the group without drawing too much attention. You were closer to Wars now which was a pain if he wanted to be discreet but he inched his way around the Captain so that it looked as if he was simply walking towards Hyrule.

He glanced back over his shoulder and mentally slapped himself for not thinking of it sooner.

Your eyes were barely open, fluttering open just long enough to keep you from running into someone. Your face was pale and scrunched up in a twisted expression.

He stepped beside you, tapping your shoulder with a single finger. “(Y/N)?”

Your posture quickly straightened, stumbling slightly as you rubbed at your eyes. You looked like death. Your lips were pressed into a thin line to hide their quivering despite the sweat beading down your temples.

“For Din’s sake. Why didn't you tell anyone you aren't feeling good?”

“m’fine…” you mumbled, swatting his hand away. You attempted to keep walking, though you swayed enough to bump into him.

He grabbed onto you, keeping you from passing out where you stood. Your head immediately flopped onto his shoulder. Leaning against him with a heavy groan. He hadn't even realized he stopped walking until he heard someone call for the others to stop.

“Everything alright?” Time asked as everyone gathered around.

Legend could already feel the heat radiating off of you but he placed the back of his hand on your forehead anyway. “She’s definitely got a fever,”

“She's sick?”

“She seemed fine this morning!”

Legend felt your knees buckle slightly as you rested more of your weight against him. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer for better support.

“Do we need to stop?”

“Wild how far till the stable?”

Wild looked at his slate “2 hours? Maybe 3?”

Time stepped up, placing the back of his hand on her forehead as well. “It would be preferable to rest at the stable in case the weather takes a turn again,” He mused.

“They're barely conscious let alone in any condition to hike through Wild's era for 3 more hours” Legend remarked, noticing how unsteady your breathing was getting.

“I can carry ‘em if it'll help,” Sky offered, already stepping closer and holding out his arms.

If Legend tightened his grip on you just a bit no one seemed to notice.

“No offense Sky but I don't think you're the best one to carry someone for that long.” Twilight teased and Sky rolled his eyes.

“Plus your immune system is shit. You'll probably catch whatever it is they have, " Legend added.

“Oh come on guys I'm not that bad!” Everyone gave him an unimpressed look and Sky sighed in defeat.

“I'll do it” Captain said in a tone that suggested that this solution was obvious. He stepped forward and reached for your arm but you immediately squirmed and pushed him away. Trying again, he huffed in annoyance at the way you flung your arm to avoid his grasp.

The others snickered as Twilight came up, patting Wars shoulder almost sympathetically before he swooped his hand under your arm.

“Ow! (Y/N) what the heck!?” Twilight quickly stepped away, rubbing his shin that you had kicked.

You curled into Legend who was trying not to show how smug he felt at your blatant rejection towards anyone carrying you.

“I'll do it,” Legend said, trying to sound calm and unaffected.

“You sure? We can always-”

“It's fine, I've already got them anyway. It's just till we get to the stables right? So let's just get going.” Legend passed Wild your stuff to store before handing his sword and shield to Hyrule. Then shifted around until his back was to you.

You mumbled a small protest but weakly wrapped your arms around his neck as he bent down and picked you up. With his hands securely under your knees he took a few steps to make sure neither of you would fall.

“Alright let's keep moving.”

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Legend was prepared to be exhausted by the time they got to the stable. He knew he'd likely be a bit more sore as well. But he was willing to put up with it. Even if it was a downright pain for him, at least he could mentally prepare himself now for what would likely be a rather long night later on.

What he hadn't been prepared for though was the constant battle to keep his goddess damned emotions in check.

Soon after they had started walking again your head had rested on his shoulder. He had obviously anticipated that considering you could barely hold it up a moment ago.

But then your arms would wrap tighter around him. Not enough to hurt or make him uncomfortable, but just enough to grab his whole attention before then relaxing.

Meanwhile your nose would brush along the length of his shoulder. Trying to bury your face further into his tunic with a soft whine that tugged at his heart.

At first he tried to ignore it. You were simply trying to get more comfortable so you could at least try to rest.

Ignoring it only went so far though as the further they walked the more often you would do this.

It was driving him crazy.

Each time, you clung to him tighter, nuzzling your face deeper into the crook of his neck so your hair tickled against his jaw line. Occasionally the collar of his tunic would get shifted, allowing the tip of your nose to brush against the skin of his neck. A warm shiver raced up his spine at the feeling, settling in his chest before he would quickly readjust. Shoving away the warmth in an attempt to try and stay unbothered.

Unfortunately for Legend, he found himself beginning to lean into it. Giving your legs a small, reassuring squeeze whenever you pressed into his neck.

Letting the warm feeling linger just a little longer before trying to convince himself to push it away. You were sick. Obviously you weren't being entirely yourself at the moment. It's not like you were trying to be so stupidly adorable.

Almost selfishly, the next time he had to reach up to adjust the collar of his tunic, he loosened it so that the fabric could fall away from his neck.

Just as he had hoped, the fabric was quickly replaced with your face nuzzling into the now more exposed skin.

He had to take multiple deep breaths to try and regulate his own heart beat, afraid that you could hear it pounding against his chest.

Almost as if you realized what you were doing, you pulled away with a mumbled apology.

“I-It's fine” he was quick to respond, hoping you wouldn't pull away from him more. “Tell me if you start feeling worse, yeah?”

He felt you nod slightly before your face returned to where it had been. With a small sigh of relief, he laid his own head on top of yours for a moment.

A content hum reached his ears, making him smile softly as you finally seemed to settle and eventually fell asleep.

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Two hours of walking later and the stable was nowhere in sight. Wild had assured them that it was close by but Legend wasn't hopeful. You have been in and out of consciousness, though currently seemed to be passed out again.

It did little to help ease the worry Legend felt.

You was alarmingly hot and he knew it needed to be treated soon before it became dangerous.

You groaned softly, lifting your head from his shoulder. “L-link?” you whispered in his ear

He craned his neck to look at you. Your skin was a ghostly white with eyes an irritated red.

“I..I don't..feel good..”

Legend sighed “Wild says we're almost at the stable. Can you hang on just a little longer?”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head before simply putting it back down “im sorry..”

The second he heard your voice sound so defeated he stepped closer to Time. “We need to stop. They've gotten worse.”

Time reached out his hand to your forehead and immediately called for everyone to stop.

He slipped his arms under yours and peeled you off Legend's back as everyone gathered around.

Time gently laid you down as the Captain hovered over you.

“(Y/N)? Shit, they're burning up. We gotta cool them down.”

Legend quickly grabbed his bag from Hyrule and pulled out his ice rod. “Here, use this!”

He handed it over but quickly snatched it back when Wars sent ice shards flying out of it.

“We need to cool them down, not literally freeze them! Ugh, here. Sky, can I borrow the cape?”

He nodded and quickly handed over the sailcloth. Legend folded it a few times before touching the ice rod to it. When the cloth was sufficiently cool he placed it under your head.

“Alright, Vet make sure it stays cool. Champion, got any medicine in that thing of yours?”

Wild looked at his slate “No but I could probably make something!”

“Good enough, smithy go help him. Rancher and Sky, why don't you go find a better place to set up camp. Rest of us will stay here and keep an eye on things.”

Sky and Twilight walked off while Four followed after Wild. Legend sat on the ground and was soon joined by Hyrule.

“Here, drink some water. We don't need you getting sick too.” Legend rolled his eyes but took the water and downed a few gulps.

A shiver ran through you and Legend was quick to notice.

Reaching into his bag he pulled out his blanket and draped it over you.

You opened your eyes, which seemed foggy and confused.

Hyrule reached out his hand, gently brushing hair away from your face. “Hey, you doing alright?”

You looked at Hyrule, and then at Legend before tears formed in your eyes and slowly shook your head. Hyrule couldn't help but smirk at how quickly Legend reacted to the tears.

In a split second he had pulled you onto his lap. Letting you rest against his chest with your head once again on his shoulder.

“I'm sorry…”

“Don't be. Everyone gets sick.” he whispered. Running his hand up and down your back.

Hyrule leaned over and gently dropped the cold cloth on the back of your neck.

“Thanks” Legend mumbled.

Hyrule didn't respond but Legend still noticed the way his successor was eyeing him. “What?”

“Nothing~”

Legend just raised an eyebrow but Hyrule matched it. Thankfully that's when Wild came over, bottle in hand.

“Here, this should help bring the fever down.”

Hyrule took the bottle and Legend helped you sit up. Hyrule lifted it to your mouth and tilted it as you took a few sips.

The fever didn't disappear instantly but if anything you already seemed to be a bit more comfortable, curling back into Legend.

He combed his fingers through your hair as Hyrule helped make sure the cloth was sufficiently cool. They stayed like that for a while until Twilight came back into view.

“Hey! We found a place for camp. Sky's already started setting up.” Twilight said, kneeling down. “How're they doing?”

“We just gave them some medicine so hopefully the fever will break soon but they really should get some actual rest.”

“Agreed. Alright (Y/N), you heard him.” Twilight gently pulls you away from Legend and scoops you up. “Let's get you some rest.”

Twilight started walking away, leaving the others to follow after him.

The spot they had found wasn't far and before long everyone settled down. Wars and Four were watching over you, while the others trying to find something to do.

Legend sat on the other side of their camp. Trying to finally get his feelings under control.

Hyrule came up and sat down next to him. An unnatural smile on his face that Legend was quick to pick up on.

He glared at Hyrule. Waiting for him to say something but was only met with a tense silence.

“Do you need something or are you just gonna sit there being creepy?”

Hyrule was quiet for a moment. Looking Legend up and down.

“Your tunics undone” Hyrule snarked.

Legend's hand shot up. Quickly tieing the collar closed as he pointedly avoided Hyrule's smirk.

“You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself” Hyrule chuckled at the red that spread on his predecessor's face.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Seriously?” Hyrule deadpans. “It's okay if-”

“Don't. They're sick. That's it.”

Hyrule rolled his eyes but didn't press further. Maybe one day the two would realize what the others already had. Unfortunately for everyone else though it looked like today would not be that day.

#link x reader #lu legend #legend x reader #linked universe #anyone else get super cuddly when sick?

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j-partneringrime · 1 day ago

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there’s something so poetic about tr!ros lying by leaving out very important context about why her and tr!aimsey fought and both their motivations behind it to bad and pili to try make it seem worst so they would give her more respect and fear, the literal whole reason the fight started in the first place; ros considering killing aimsey to gain respect from bad and pili. And asking pili if he would kill, his best friend, pangi like ros did to hers only for pili to say no, never INSTANTLY, zero hesitation, the main reason ros got called out by aimsey WAS the hesitation she had when asked if she’d kill them, so to hear pili, who is a person she actively doesn’t trust and thinks of as bad, have absolutely zero hesitation in refusing to even consider killing his best friend, you’d think would be a kind of wake up call to her about her actions and thinking.

But ros, not even noticing or saying anything, instead goes fully into their flawed idea again by saying “I killed my best friend, so is that scary to you” still needing that validation and respect, especially after already having done it and murdering her most trusted ally and friend, only for pili to say no, because he could never hurt someone who means so much and is so precious to him, he’s shares the exact same view on it as aimsey, the correct view on it, but ros was too caught up in needing respect and also viewing pili and bad as evil, who she needs to stand up to, that she couldn’t realise it was a bad philosophy and even pili knows it. So her not knowing, someone who is a lot more caring, shows just how far she’s spiraled in this need for respect. And then bad says how traumatising that must’ve been for aimsey to be killed by their best friend, for ros then to instantly say that she died too to a zombie afterwards, which both feels like saying, I made a mistake and got what I deserved right after, which would make sense for her divided thoughts on the whole situation and not being able to fully make a choice on what she wants to do, so it just ends up being a chain of constant mistakes and regrets. But it also kinda feels like almost desperately trying to get them back on her side by saying “well I know I killed my best friend and betrayed their trust but I died too as well so it’s even” as if dying to a zombie and dying by your best friend after finding out they’d consider killing you for respect from people youse don’t even like, are in any way comparable.

Ros also says “I had to do what I had to do” about killing aimsey, which is her both denying any sense of choice in the situation and thinking of it being something she had to do to get them to respect her instead of something she chose to do and actually did, and also her making her seem more serious about it to bad and pili by seeming like she has no regrets in doing it, which whether she ignores them or not, she definitely does. Then when bad pulls her up on it asks her “you had to kill aimsey?” she said “well…” because she knows she’s lying and at this moment she can’t bring herself to say she had to kill aimsey, she could easily carry on the lie, carry on the idea in her head that she had to do it but she can’t, because she didn’t, of course she didn’t but at the same time, she did because doing it seemed to be the only way that could wake ros up from this idea of doing anything for respect, and then that didn’t even work because here she is now doing exactly what she said she would, going up to bad and pili and telling them she killed aimsey to get them to fear and respect her… and it doesn’t work, if anything it does the opposite since they, unknown to them, are saying what aimsey said to her when confronting her before their fight.

Pili even says to her that she can’t commit to this violent image she’s trying to have, which is one of the main problems right now, both that she can’t commit to it and when she does, it’s at the worst times, if you can’t fully commit to this idea but then committing to it when your best friend asks you if you’d kill them to gain respect is THE WRONG TIME TO COMMIT.

She’s so conflicted on her own ideology, even when it’s eating her up inside on needing to do it, which really shows what a genuinely good person she is, because she is a very kind hearted who is extremely powerful, being one of the highest people in the kingdom and also the person who build the actual kingdom itself, and also extremely strong, despite being constantly underestimated. She could easily be the full ruler of the kingdom, she has all the qualifications AND MORE, she is anything but weak, so getting constantly targeted by pili and bad makes sense to help fuel her idea of violence but it’s just so sad seeing how conflicted she is, especially after going so far to one side that she got her most trusted ally and best friend killed and yet still being conflicted. (p.s ros also said aimsey needs therapy after being killed by ros, which is DEFINITELY TRUE, for many reasons, but coming from tr!ros is kinda crazy…)

tr!ros you deserve so much better and you WILL GET IT!!! Ros has done SUCH an amazing job creating and playing this character, I’m so invested in her story and her relationships with the kingdom, with aimsey, with pili & bad and with the rest of red & green factions.

BTW I haven’t watched too much of ros, pili or bad’s povs, so some of this might be wrong and will definitely be missing more specific details but still they’re all SUCH GOOD CHARACTERS!!!

#the realm #tr!ros #tr!aimros #tr!pili #tr!aimsey #tr!bad #trsmp #the realm smp #roscumber #aimsey #aimros #someone save tr!ros from herself #tr!ros I love you but please don’t turn into a murderer or something #I’ll still support you if you do but you know… I had to at least ask

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sugurusfavemonkey · 21 hours ago

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CALL IT FATE - ONE: FINGERS DANCING WHEN THEY MEET

summary: your roommate left and the bills were staring to pill up when three knocks to your door bring you Ino Takuma: say hello to your new roommate. The easygoing boy quickly worms his way into your life and heart. pairing: Ino Takuma x reader word count: 2.5k content: college AU, short series, afab!reader, fluff, some crack, cursing, miscommunication (you think Ino is gay), strangers to friends to lovers (and they were roommates!), smut to come in future chapters (MDNI)! prologue || one || two || three ♪playlist♪

The talk with Ino Takuma went even better than expected: he was eager to share more of himself with you and easily acquiesced with your terms, sitting straight up and nodding dutifully with each ground rule you spewed out, his eyes never once straying from you. It was flustering to have his undivided attention like that and your cheeks felt warm throughout the entire affair.

Eventually, you settled on an agreement. Which you were more than happy with since beggars can't be choosers. You had just realized you were about to run out of options when he came knocking, so when Ino mentioned fate it had seemed very fitting to your current situation.

"So… when can I move in?" you wouldn't' be surprised if he was literally shaking in anticipation as he questioned you.

"Well, the room is already vacant, so…" you shrugged, motioning towards the room you had shown him not even fifteen minutes before.

"Great!" Ino scratched his chin in thought, mumbling about his schedule under his breath until he seemed to reach a conclusion, "we're already at the end of the month so I can break my lease with no issues… I guess this weekend could work."

"Alright. Give me your phone and I'll save my number in it." you extended your hand toward him in wait for the device, but he merely stared at you.

"You're… giving me your number?" Ino questioned in utter confusion. He seemed so dumbfounded you had to suppress a smile.

"Uhm, yes? We gotta communicate somehow, right?"

"Oh," snapping back to attention, he quickly pulled his cell out of his pocket and handed it to you after unblocking it, "Yeah! Right."

"I'll get off your case now," Ino said as he stood up. You followed suit under the guise of being polite. "See you Saturday?" there was this earnest hopefulness to the way he verbalized the question and your smile grew soft.

"Sure," you shrugged, eyes glancing elsewhere for a second but not long enough that you missed the way his eyes lit up at your assenting, "see you Saturday, Ino."

"You can call me Takuma, you know. We'll be living under the same roof, no need for all that mumbo jumbo." he mentioned casually as you guided him to the door.

"It's only fair you call me by my first name too, then."

His soft murmur of your name with something akin to devotion had you blushing furiously, a common occurrence around the skater boy it seemed.

"Bye, Takuma." You waved before closing the door as soon as he passed the threshold if only so you could breath properly again.

"You don't understand! It wasn't just fate. I think she's my soulmate!" Ino recounted animatedly and it was easy to see that, had his hands not been busy with three precariously stacked cardboxes, they would have been moving along with the words spoken.

"There's no such thing as soulmates, Takuma." His blond friend retorted patiently, his own arms pilled with boxes as they ascended the stairs to the third floor. "It was probably simply a strong attraction. It's all a chemical reaction."

Ino glanced from his peripheral to his friend. It was easy to forget how pragmatical Nanami tended to be, but he knew it was mostly a front behind which the blond student hid. "Way to kill the mood. Where is your whimsy, Nanami?"

"About a few thousand kilometers away in my hometown, where I left it along with my childhood."

"We'll see if you still think that when you fall in love," Ino huffed petulantly.

"You're not in love, Ino, "he sighed, "you barely know the girl."

"Okay. Maybe I'm not in love in love. But I could see it happening, man. I was so excited about finding the apartment but then she opened the door and... boom," he stopped on his track to convey the appropriate level of dramatics to his narration and then sighed dreamily. "it was like a scene straight from a movie!"

Meanwhile, Nanami kissed his teeth and shook his head, but the slight upturn to the left corner of his lips let Ino know he found the whole thing amusing.

"Ino! Hey! I was wondering when you were coming in. Need help with those boxes?" Your voice made both men look up as soon as they reached the floor. It seemed they caught you just as you were about to leave, but you only opened the door wider for them.

You reached up to pick the box at the top of the pile from Ino, but he maneuvered them to the side so you couldn't. He tsked playfully and kept on walking right by you, his blond friend following close behind.

"Nah-ah-ah. Leave the heavy lifting to the strong men! And it's Takuma for you."

"Alright. Takuma." Your eyes then moved to the second man, head pending slightly to the side, "and you must be Nanami?" you wondered as you tailgated them, hands clasped behind your back.

Ino practically threw the boxes down once he reached what would be his new room and watched with his hands on his waist as Nanami carefully set his set of boxes down right beside the others before turning to regard you with a polite smile.

"Kento is fine. It's very nice to meet you. I believe we share a class. Thursday morning?"

"That's right. It's impressive that you've noticed. I usually keep to myself."

"As opposed to me?"

"Yes? You sit right in front and you answer most questions from the professor before anyone else even has the time to assemble a response."

"I'm right here." Ino suddenly cut you both off and you nearly jumped in surprise. You raised your eyes to his face only to find his expression one of discontentment, brows furrowed and lips pursued.

Nanami chuckled, immediately clocking onto his friend's motive. "Sorry. Could I have a glass of water?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll be right back!" You promptly moved to gather him a glass of water.

Ino watched and waited until he was sure you were out of ear shot before whisper-shouting:

"No dice. I saw her first."

"I'm not gonna attempt anything, Ino," Nanami kept his tone even and volume regular in contrast. "You know me better than that."

"I know, but-"

You strolled into the room without much thought, catching the ending of their conversation, "…you're always so charming and polite."

You cleared your throat afraid you had just interrupted a moment and nearly threw the glass in Nanami's willing hands, "here you go."

"Thank you."

You nodded, swaying back and forth in an attempt of grounding yourself because the awkward silence was making you nervous. Thankfully, Ino decided to break it.

"We still have a few boxes left," he motioned to the door with his thumb.

"You sure you don't need my help?"

"Nope. We can handle it. I think one more trip and we're done actually. Right, Nanami?"

"Three at minimum I'd say."

Takuma tried to elbow his side but he simply sidestepped the hit as he moved to the exit without further ado leaving the both of you behind.

"You're gonna stay at home tonight?"

"Yeah, this moving thing really tires me out."

You hummed thoughtfully, "I was thinking of ordering pizza for dinner tonight, would you like to share?"

"I'd love that!"

"Any specific toppings?"

"I'm fine with whatever as long as there are no olives."

"Got it. What about Kento. He staying?"

"No!" Takuma cried out and then winced, trying to measure out his tone for the next words, "no. I'm pretty sure Kento mentioned he needs to study today."

"On a Saturday night?" You lifted one brow in question.

"That's Nanami for you. Very… committed."

You frowned. That sounded a bit of an overkill if you were being honest, but who were you to judge.

"I'll, uhm, I'll go pick up the rest of the stuff."

You decided to ignore his strange behavior and opted to let him know you'd leave the door open instead. Takuma nodded silently in response.

...

"Stop being a weirdo!" Ino murmured to himself as he darted down the stairs.

Ino wasn't a loud or rowdy roommate and kept his mess within the confines of his own room. He made an effort to spend some time around you whenever you were hanging out in the living room or kitchen, watching your favorite shows or even helping you bake some recipe you found on your phone. Minus the very few occasional pieces of clothing you've found strewn about (which Ino always picked up as soon as you pointed out) and dirty dishes left on the sink (it could have been worse - he could've been just letting them wherever), things were smooth sailing all throughout your first month of living together. You really couldn't complain.

It had been over a month since he moved in. The day had been going perfectly: no strewn clothing, no dirty dishes, just immaculate and profound peace. That is, until Ino decided to trot around the apartment with that stupid black beanie of his crooked at an angle over his brow. The beanie was a staple in his wardrobe, usually paired up with a black sweatpants, black sweatshirt duo. You tried to ignore it and keep on reading the material assigned by your professor last week, but the nagging thought seemed to be stuck to the front of your mind until you couldn't help but blurting out:

"Your beanie is crooked."

"What?" Ino paused on his way back to his room, a mug in one hand, a banana on the other and an adorably confused expression on his face.

"Your- nevermind." You dropped your textbook aside, stood up and walked right up to him, "just let me…" you turned his shoulders so he was standing straight in front you before pulling the edge of his beanie this way and that until it seemed to be sitting straight across his brow. "There!"

There was a pregnant pause in which it downed on you what you had done. You stepped back with a gasp, hands flying to your mouth, meanwhile Takuma simply gawked at you.

"Oh my god, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have just manhandled you like that!"

Slowly, a bright beam formed on Takuma's face and he dismissed your worry with a casual wave of his arm, coffee sludging dangerously close to spilling against the edge of the mug.

"No, no! It's fine. It's completely fine. You can touch me anytime!"

Another pause.

"Wait. Fuck! That came out wrong," Ino hissed. He appraised you with an apologetic glance, "I meant it's totally okay that you 'womanhandled' me."

"Dumbass." you murmured fondly when he wiggled his brows at the invented word before you parted ways.

You were arriving back at the apartment, one arm straining to carry the groceries and your phone between your shoulder and ear as you unlocked the door.

"You gotta come! You're my best friend and she's been my girlfriend for two years yet you've barely spoken to each other! I want the two of you to get along!"

"Hime, baby, we do get along. I think Shoko is pretty cool. If we haven't mingled much it's because of our conflicting schedules. You know that."

Ino instantly stood up and rushed to aid when he saw you struggle with the key stuck on the lock and nearly dropping the bags.

"See? Another reason for you to come. Both of your schedules align!"

Takuma took the bags from you and kicked the door closed. You mouthed a small thank you before driving your focus back onto your conversation over the phone.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure my schedule says shower and laying on my couch."

"I'm not gonna let you rot on your couch on a Friday night!"

"But I wanted to finish watching that one show and-" you tried to plead your case, but...

"Pretty please?" her little whine was all it took for your resolve to crumble.

"Ugh. Fine!"

"Yes! Be there at 8!"

"Hime-" there was a click and the line went dead. "Did this bitch just hung up on me?" You looked to your phone in anger as if it would convey the feeling to the other side of the line.

"So… You got plans?"

You glanced up at Ino's inquiry taking notice of the way he was sprawled on the couch after dropping off your shopping bags in the kitchen. "Feet. Off the couch."

He promptly sat up, dropping his legs to the ground, an embarrassed smile aimed at you.

"Yes, actually. I was forced into an outing to celebrate Iori and Shoko moving together. Which is funny because it's been like two months." You spoke while walking to the kitchen. Soon Ino joined you in putting the groceries away.

"They were probably just waiting for things to slow down."

"I know, but still… feels kinda meaningless."

Ino hummed in agreement as you handed him the things that went in the upper cabinets and he stashed them away.

"We never celebrated our own moving in together." He mused without interrupting the mechanical task.

You waited until he closed the cabinet and turned back to you. He rested his back and hands against the counter regarding you lazily.

"We could." you threw out casually.

"Could what?" his eyes followed as you crowded in on him, adjusting his beanie with a gesture so familiar it came nearly unconsciously to you.

"Celebrate it." You went to step away, but Ino took a hold of your waist, keeping you right there in between his spread legs. "You could come with me and then it would be a double celebration." You swallowed hard at the way Ino looked into your eyes, as if looking for something. "Nanami will probably be there," you babbled nervously.

"Really?"

You nearly deflated at the hopeful tone of his voice. Silly you, catching feelings for a guy who clearly has a crush on someone else.

"He's good friends with Shoko, isn't he?" you shrugged

"I meant, you think me moving here is worth of a celebration?" Ino caught both of your hands in his and gave you one of his puppy dog-eyed looks, which instantly melted any hesitation you might have been feeling.

"Of course I do! I couldn't have wished for a better roommate, Takuma." You admitted quietly.

Takuma laughed freely before dropping your hands and abruptly gathering you into a tight embrace going as far as pulling you off the ground. You laughed along with him as he twirled you around.

Ino put you back on your feet cautiously, like he would handling something precious, never letting go of your waist.

"I'm pretty sure it was fate or something like that that brought us together because you are the best roommate ever and I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you," you felt your heart pounding in your chest, "as my roommate."

You swallowed hard, briefly patting his chest and weakly pushing him away. "Alright. Go back to... whatever it is you were doing. Hime told me to be there at 8."

It would do you no good to develop a crush on your roommate... you had to get yourself together.

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swordduels · 10 hours ago

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Circe stretched out for her phone to end the recording with a simple press of a digital button.

For a moment she simply scrolled through the phone’s gallery to notice five long recordings as well as thirty new erotic pictures with her using cupcakes and shampoo bottles as props. While studying them she noticed large changes with her eyes glimmering in gold, black or green. Another change was a wide spread of white highlights among black locks. There was a constant frown as Circe kept looking at images with herself that she had no recollection of ever taking or being part of. Each position had Circe making incredibly exaggerated expressions meant to allure people but they all felt unfamiliar and made her shudder. Though this reaction could have been because of her nudity while sitting in a cold bathtub.

Circe slowly stepped into the bedroom dressed in yesterday’s clothes to notice Regalia looking at her own reflection. There was a moment of silence as she simply stood there while processing what had happened between them since the day before. It was such a vulnerable room filled with heavy silence. The traces of Regalia’s anger were still visible in the minefield of broken glass and lightbulbs that could easily cause bleeding to bare feet. While letting her gaze wander she noticed a spread of delicate feathers from a pillow being ripped apart. She could feel a scent of salt from the scattered fabric as it gave her visual memories of Regalia’s teary eyes. Seeing it made Circe sigh before stepping inside properly to meet Regalia where she was at. Everything said and done were still fresh with emotional wounds that would take long to heal unless something miraculous happened… “So what are you going to do about it?” Circe’s mind felt so clear as she kept moving closer. “Are you going to give up already?” Each word was softly spoken as her gaze fixated on Regalia and the cracked reflection. “The Regalia I know wouldn’t wave the white flag when being cornered. Oh no. She wouldn’t. She would use all that anger and determination to craft another plan to worm her way out…” Circe crossed her arms while sighing deeply. “And before I'm being overtaken by the spirit of your manchild and go into another painful monologue I have something to say.” While speaking her mind she felt a burning sensation to the cheeks that only grew stronger. “I love you.”

It was quickly said as if she tried to get it done as fast as possible, like ripping off a bandaid to not prolong eventual pain. “And I’m going to figure out how to remove what I’ve stolen from you…” @fallesto

The room was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the shards of broken glass that had scattered like confetti across the floor. Each one was a painful reminder of her failure and the shattered illusion of control she had once felt. The coldness of the room seemed to seep into her bones, a stark contrast to the rage that still smoldered within her. Regalia knew she needed to rest, to clear her mind, but sleep was a fickle creature that eluded her grasp.

Her thoughts raced through the events of the evening, playing out scenarios where she had bested the sorceress, where her cleverness had not been outmatched. Yet, each imagined victory was a hollow echo of what could have been. She punched the pillow, trying to muffle the scream that threatened to tear from her throat. The feathers exploded outward, adding to the chaos of the room. Exhaustion finally claimed her, but sleep was not a gentle reprieve. Her dreams were plagued by the shattered mirrors, each one reflecting a twisted version of her failure. The shards grew teeth and claws, reaching out to snatch at her, whispering taunts that grew louder with every passing moment. The night was a tumultuous sea of rage and despair.

When morning finally broke through the curtains, casting a feeble light into the chaotic room, Regalia stirred. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up, her heart racing. The pillow was soggy from her tears, and the quilt was a tangled mess around her legs. The anger from the previous night had not abated; it had only simmered and grown stronger, like a pot of water left unwatched on a stove.

Refusing to move from the bed, she stared at the shards of mirror scattered across the floor. The sun's rays reflected off of them, casting a myriad of glinting lights across the room. The sight was almost beautiful, but the symbolism was not lost on her. Her plans had been shattered just like the glass, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She had to think, to plan, but her mind felt like a cobweb, sticky and cluttered with the remnants of the night's emotions.

The apartment, once a fortress of solace, now felt like a prison. The walls seemed to close in on her, whispering the echoes of her defeat. Each step she took was deliberate, avoiding the sharp reminders of her failure underfoot. The coldness of the floor sent shivers up her spine, but she found it preferable to the suffocating warmth of the bed. Her bare feet crunched over the glass, a painful reminder that she couldn’t escape the consequences of her actions. As she moved to stand before the remaining mirror to look at herself,

“So this is my life now,”

#fallesto #Circe speaks

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askhezureviews · 3 days ago

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Thoughts on Helluva Boss s2 ep11 Mastermind?

This entire episode is very backwards and almost completely relies on circumstance to get to where it wanted to go which was wild to witness in real time

Stella is ecstatic Stolas's heart was broken by Blitz. “He’ll finally see that imp was using him to get to the grimoire!” Stella never knew this information before. She never brought it up to Stolas, even though it would have been one of the most solid arguments for why Stolas shouldn't have slept with Blitz, because it was true. This was never shown to the audience.

Andrealphus says Stella "is stupid for not bringing this up earlier, she's lucky she's hot." 1. Incest , why was this necessary 2. Stella never had this information, using it now to make her look like a dumb bimbo continues to insult and belittle her character 3. "You're lucky you're hot" continues to insult and belittle her character as well, because Stella's entire purpose was to produce a child; poking fun at her attractiveness as the only redeeming quality of hers in any way shape or form is, disappointing, to say the least, if not gross disrespect to a woman character IMP is arrested for breaking the law. They try to leave in the van. I think the writers forgot they gave Blitz an asmodean crystal. They could have easily escaped and actually have saved most of their office supplies- hiding out in the human world until things blow over.

Strangely, Andrealphus tries to pin all the blame of divorce & grimoire scandal onto Blitz... all for the sake of drawing Stolas out to confess in the trial himself. Which doesn't make sense. 1. They were supposed to blame everything on Stolas to gain rights to his money, power, and artifacts. Blaming the imp gains them nothing, they had no intention of manipulating Stolas into staying with Stella 2. They didn't bother inviting Stolas to the trial, so Stolas has no clue any of this is going on to even show up like they want. 3. Stolas and Blitz aren't on good terms. Stolas realized Blitz doesn't care about him and is ready to try something new after going to Verosika's party. Blitz has no need of Stolas now that he has a crystal.

4.Blitz could have blamed it on Stolas, instead he takes the blame. However, instead of explaining he only wanted to use it for his business, he claims he wanted to use it to take down the upperclass rulers(?????) which comes out of no where, I don't even know how you could use the book for that 4. Satan suddenly decides to broadcast the trial's execution live, in which Stolas just so happens to see as he's watching TV, and rushes to the courtroom to come take blame. The entire outcome of this trial is hinged on a GAMBLE for all scenarios: For Blitz to defend Stolas- and for Stolas to defend Blitz, for Blitz to confess use of the Grimoire for nefarious purposes outside of his business, for Satan to broadcast this live, and for Stolas to be watching tv at this exact moment. This is convoluted. It is too high a risk. It doesn't make any sense, and it all could have been avoided if Andrealphus had quite simply just... invited Stolas to the trial.

A random Goetia parrot is extremely defensive of Stolas. The audience has not been introduced to him before. We have no idea how he knows Stolas or why he's bothering to defend him, because thus far it's been shown Stolas has no friends nor allies in the Goetia family.

Bee & Asmodeous's relationships with the lowerclass is brought up, but then entirely brushed over, despite the fact that in season 1 it was treated like it'd be a total scandal.

IMP acts like a loving family, when we do not have enough scenes for that to be believable. (Moxie just said "I fucking hate you so much, Blitz". Just a few min earlier)

Now that Blitz has (weirdly) confessed to using the Grimoire to take down higher society, Stolas claims if they kill Blitz, the imps will use him as a martyr and rise up. Stolas is stripped of his power for 100 years, a slap on the wrist. Weirdly, when they leave the trial, Blitz is treated like a hero and Stolas is treated like a criminal. Which doesn't make sense, because as far as the crowd is aware, Stolas merely hired Blitz in a bid for power against the upperclassman. Blitz has no business being worshipped for that, and Stolas has no business being hated for that- because aside from his classist attitude as well as merely benefitting from the oppressive system, Stolas has not done anything to warrant the hatred of Imps- especially now that he has been stripped of all his possessions and money. And equally, Blitz was just... an imp hired by a Goetia for a cover-up job, in Hell's eyes.

Octavia tries to save her father in the trial, but Stella blocks her way, and hugs her, which is the first ever "affection" , or even frankly, interaction between these two this entire series. The hug was only meant as a capture, to prevent her from leaving, but even if she had gone, knowing Octavia, she probably would have tried to pin it on Blitz to save her dad, and Stolas wouldn't let her do that.

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Season 1 hyped up the threat of the scandal. They even implied that the human agents, with their camera systems, may be the ones to reveal Blitz and Stolas's relationship, their deal, as well as the fact that they've illegally shown their demon forms to humans. That is completely tossed aside and instead revealed by Stella of all characters, who has never known this information until now. And now that this show has addressed this extreme point of contention, this looming stake that hyped up the fandom for years for what was to come- the end result is a mere slap on the wrist that only affects Stolas, who, as far as we're concerned, is completely fine, because he finally gets Blitz, whom is all he's ever wanted (aside from his weird indecision about his daughter, whom I'll talk about next episode) The last real threat of season 1 is no more. All there is, is Andrealphus. (And spoiler alert for next episode: he's defeated too.) Helluva Boss now, has no outstanding stakes. No outstanding threats or problems. Season 3 will have to make stuff up on the spot with new characters to appear threatening, but if literal angel cherubs, the human american government, and Satan's government himself aren't threats to our main characters anymore, then anything new will be pathetic in comparison)

All in all, nonsensical episode that has me feeling too tired to feel the full depth of disappointment for one of the most important plot points' climax in the show, now come to end.

#helluva boss critical #text post

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evilbirdy · 3 hours ago

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smut request- reader and toxic!Se-Mi are exes but you still are friends. fem!reader had moved on pretty quickly(whether that be sleeping with people or just chilling and being happy). Se-Mi doesn’t like that reader moved on so easily because she broke up with her. At a party that Thanos threw, reader was dancing with another person so Se-mi drags her into a bathroom and well you can take it from there. If you are too uncomfortable writing this that’s perfectly fine 😭.

𝚰 𝗄𐓣ⱺω 𝗒ⱺυ ωα𐓣𐓣α ᥣⱺ𝗏𝖾 ᑲυ𝗍 𝚰 𝗃υ𝗌𝗍 ωα𐓣𐓣α 𝖿***

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 ~ 𝒃.𝒆.𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒔

𝗧𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰! 𝗦𝗲-𝗠𝗶 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ sᴍᴜᴛ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ, sʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, sǫᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏᴍ!sᴇ-ᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴇ-ᴍɪ ɪs ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), sᴇ-ᴍɪ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇ..ᴄᴏʟᴏʀғᴜʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆…

Se-Mi wanted to ruin all women for you, she made that her mission when she first laid eyes on you. When Min-su introduced you into their little friend group, she smirked at you. You looked so cute, so sweet. She tried to take off those thoughts, she felt like Nam-gyu and Thanos no worse than them actually. You could imagine her excitement when you had told the group that you weren’t interested in men after Thanos made a pass at you. Oh she HAD to get you.

When you two got together, you thought it would be like living in a dream which it was for the first couple of months, then Se-mi got all distant and secretive, she would choose to do anything else then be around you. It broke you, it broke you even more when after two years of dating, Se-mi broke up with.

She had to hide the smirk on her face when you were crying and begging, asking her what you did and if you could change. She didn’t budge at all and left you there in your shame.

You cried for two days before your friends dragged you from your room and took you outside. You were reluctant at first,but the music had gotten to you and all the sudden you were dancing around and laughing.

Months after you completely moved on, Thanos had invited the friend group to a party at a random friend’s house, you accepted wanting to wear your new skirt and top. Se-mi instantly laid her eyes on you, she scoffed at how you were happy, you weren’t supposed to be, she shoved off the random girl who made advances at her.

She was smoking with Thanos and Nam-gyu, Min-si opted out since he was the driver. As girls were dancing on Thanos and Nam-gyu, she stared off to the dance floor looking straight (or gay hehe) at you. You were dancing against one of your friends, you giggle as your hips swayed with the beat.

Se-mi groan and jumped up which alarmed the boys but they stayed out of it, Se-mi walked up to you, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bathroom.

“Umm what the hell, Se-mi?” you huffed, patting your clothes down. Se-mi locked the door and turned to you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you scoffed at the audacity she had. She was over here, kissing and doing other girls but god forbid you start dancing on people.

“Uhh what the fuck are YOU doing, we aren’t dating anymore remember?” you walked toward the door to leave but she blocked you. “Why are you in a rush,huh? You want to go dance or make out with some other bitch,hmm? Say you moved on quickly..and here I thought you were heartbroken,” She crossed her arm, leaning on to the door.

“Yeah and what? You were the one who was bored of me and wanted to go be with other women. Were you excepting me to cry and get depressed for you, not gonna happen. Yes, I was very heartbroken but I’m not gonna let you have that much of an effect on me. You have no say on who I do and don’t sleep with, I’m a grown fucking woman, so move out of my fucking way,” you tried to move past her but she grabbed your arms and shove you into the wall.

“Woww, not being with me gave you a smart fucking mouth, who would imagine. I know your other bitches would let you say whatever, but you know fucking better with me,” you struggle against her.

“Se-mi fucking stop please,” she laughed, lifting you onto the counter and wrapping her hand around your throat.

“Thanks for fixing your tone with me,” she leans into kissing you and pulling at the bottom of your shirt. You grip her hands and moan as she does this.

“Tell me to stop right now baby, tell me you are sooo over me and that you rather having some other bitch do this to you, say that and I’ll leave and walk away,” she leans up,facing you. You watched her eyes and you thought you seem her eyes almost pleading, begging you to have her. That’s not right, Se-mi doesn’t begs, she takes and ruins.

You should take this chance to leave, she doesn’t deserve to have you but against your better judgment, you take her face into your hands and kiss her again. She kisses you back deeper, biting your lip and pulling you into her.

She kisses down your body, reaching your thighs, she bends you over the counter and keeps you there.

“God how I missed this body…this beautiful body, all for me, only for me,” she whispered leaving kisses on the back of your thighs and on your ass. You lean your head down, covering your face. This was bad, you are letting your ex do these things to you after all she had done.

She hums, pulling down your panties, you hear her chuckles at how wet you were. She flips up your skirt, getting more of the view.

“Well shit, you possibly couldn’t get this wet from dancing, is this for me, honey?” you bit your lip, deciding not to say anything. You couldn’t, you were afraid on what words would come out from your mouth. You yelp as Se-mi slaps your ass then bites it. “Respond,” she says in a low voice, gripping your thigh.

“Yes, this is all for you Se-mi please,” you felt pathetic, she was barely even doing anything and you felt your legs go all weak.

“hmm please what darling? please spank you some more, mm no, please eat you until you cum, nah oh, please finger you until you squirt all over this person’s bathroom counter, which one?” you wanted to hit her so bad for making you feel this way. “Come on be my good girl, which one is it?” she says, coaxing you even more.

“A-all of it, Se-mi, I want you to touch me again, I’ve missed you touching me please just touch me,” you whined. She kissed your thigh before giving your pussy a long,slow lick. Your whole body shivered at the feeling. You hummed in pleasure feeling her fingers rubbing on your pussy.

“Mmm I forgot how good you taste, turn over I wanna see your face as I eat you out,” she pulled you back and flips you over. “Look at me, baby,” your eyes trail down, making eye contact with her. She smirks, she takes your leg over her shoulder and goes in. You hummed and moaned as she nips at your clit.

You thrown your head back and she pulls you closer which you didn’t even think was possible. “Se-mi baby ahh oh my gosh yes yes fuck ahh keep going, I’m close,” you reached down, gripping her hair. “Oh? You’re gonna cum for me,baby?” you nod eagerly, you started grinding against her face.

You covered your mouth as you came on her tongue. “oh fuck, she said in shock catching you as you almost fall to the floor. She stands back up, her forceful and hypnotic kisses making you all dizzy. She turns you over again, pressing your back on her chest. She leans down, giving you love bites all over your neck. Her hand gripping your throat, almost squeezing air out.

She bends you over the counter once more, she pulls on your hair having you face the mirror. “So pretty, every time you look away, I’ll pull my fingers out,” she shoved three fingers into you. You hit on the counter and moaned again. She knows what you love and what gets you going.

You look down and whimpered as she teasingly pushes her fingers in and out. Se-mi tugs at your hair and slaps your ass. You yelled in pleasure. “What did I just say? It’s almost like you want me to punish you. You want that? You want to be my whore?” She kisses your neck and fingered you harder. Your legs perked up, the tips of her fingers pressing on that special spot. “Mm oh shit,” you were close, your eyes met hers, that look that she gave you. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this.

Yes, you have been few a couple of other women but they were just fucking you to get it done, they didn’t really care about pleasure of anything.

Your eyes felt clouded and your ears were ringing when you hit your climax, she took her fingers out and licked her ring finger clean and shoved her pointer and middle fingers into your mouth. You turned to her, she kept her arms around your waist, holding you close and kissing you.

She trails her fingers along your body, stopping back at your folds, she enters her fingers inside. You moan against her lips as she fucks you with her fingers. She ups her tempo, rubbing your clit with her thumb. “You like that,” Se-mi bite on your lip and pushes deeper. She takes your face in her other hand to have you look at her. “I love you,” she whispered, pressing your g-spot.

That kinda took you out of your lustful daze. You wish you never heard her say that, you wished that this would have been just a one night thing. Why? You didn’t want whatever feelings you had left to come back. “Say it back, I know you want too, say you love me too,” she pulls your leg up and fingers you hard again. “I-I don’t know, s-Se-mi, you broke me, ohh I don’t want to ahh oh fuck, I don’t wanna l-love you mm shit,” you close your eyes, your arms draped around her neck.

“Come on, I love you, I promise, I’m sorry for what I did, I love you baby, I love you so much, please be mine,” she seduced you into getting closer to your orgasm.

“I-I love you Se-mi, I missed you and love you so much. Please make me cum, please, please, oh fuck,” your eyes rolled back and whined, biting your lip. She giggles, kissing you with love and passion as you squirted all over her fingers.

You looked to her, wondering if you regretted your choice, you know you can’t change that quickly but you don’t care. You didn’t care if this was love or lust, you just wanted her.

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everlastingdreams · 2 days ago

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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 46

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: Righting Wrongs

Notes: It's chapter 46 already and I am both relieved and very very sad about it. lol

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn. Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter: 46/47

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In the dining hall, you had taken place beside Percival. During the meal you couldn’t help but look around the room, wondering if any of these new faces were to blame for the threat Goliath had faced. Lancelot had stayed with Goliath, allowing Arthur to calm him down. Everything was still so fragile, trust was so easily broken, you prayed it would get better. Next to you sat a woman of the Tusk clan and her sister, often you noticed them glance at you.

Finally she spoke, “What are you called?”

You saw her smile. “I’m y/n. And you?”

“I’m Myrtle, and this is my sister Aster.” She smiled brighter, glad to see a friendly face.

“What clan are you?” Myrtle asked.

“Uhm…” It was better not to lie. “I am Ash Folk, half-blood.”

“Ash Folk? Like him?” She let her eyes dart between you and her sister.

“Yes.”

“Do you know him?”

It was only a matter of time before they would all figure it out. “He’s my husband.”

The atmosphere shifted immediately, their smiles turned into grimaces. The Hidden’s whispers reached your ears, a warning. You saw the woman next to you move and were too late to realize why. She dumped her whole bowl of broth over your clothes, soaking them in the warm liquid.

Percival retaliated immediately by throwing his own broth over them and you had to hold him back for safety.

It was Gawain who grabbed hold of Percival to stop the fury raging inside the boy, “Calm down, boy!”

The women stood as well, throwing some profanities your way.

“That’s enough!” Gawain pointed at the women, silencing them. He turned to you, “Go and change, I’ll handle this. Are you alright?”

You could only nod, too shocked by how quick they had been to judge and act on their hatred. Gawain send Percival towards Kaze before fixing his attention on the women. It wasn’t until you had left the dining hall that you allowed yourself to let it fully sink in. Part of you wanted to cry, part of you refused to let that happen. Years others had spend making it feel as if you deserved to be treated badly, but now you knew better. It did not come as a surprise that they would react in such a manner, still it felt awful to be humiliated in front of so many people by being drenched in broth.

You were quick to reach your room and picked out some fresh clothes to wear. Broth… for them to spill a meal in times when food was scarce just added a whole other layer to their anger. As you were undoing the bodice, the door opened without warning and startled you. The audible gasp from your lungs alerted Lancelot.

“Gods, you still have not learned to knock…” you muttered a tad annoyed at how it had been enough to make you jump out of your skin.

He paused, then chuckled, realizing his presence had come unexpected. “I saw you rush in here.” His eyes fell upon your stained clothes. “What happened?”

You had to decide quickly what to answer, knowing he was still trying to keep himself under control after the threat to Goliath. This could make him lose the last bit of patience he had left for the day.

Your shrugged your shoulders, making it seem as if it was something trivial. “Just got some broth spilled on me.”

He couldn’t help but stare as you undid the bodice, his feet moved as if by their own volition and brought him to stand behind you. His fingers tentatively glided along your arm, letting his closeness be known, goosebumps formed on your skin as they trailed down over it.

He let his voice drop to a husk, “You made quite a mess.”

It scrambled your mind for a second, that tone he used… He reached around and aided in your task of taking off the stained bodice, but your mind was not where his was.

You took hold of his hand gently. “How is Goliath?”

It halted him for a moment. “He appears to be in good health. I do not think he ingested any of the yew.”

After what happened earlier, you no longer believed that the yew got near Goliath by accident. “I’m glad to hear it. I would hate to see him ill.”

He hummed in agreement and proceeded to brush his lips to the side of your neck. “Some of Red Spear’s crew are now tasked with watching over the horses.”

If someone went as far as poisoning his horse, how much further would they go? Should you be more cautious with what you ate or drank?

You took the bodice off, letting it drop to the floor. “Good. We can’t be too careful these days.”

He could tell something was off by the concerned look in your eyes and the small feigned smile seemingly just to appease him. Your body language told him you were distracted by something and when your eyes were not on him the smile fell quickly.

He spoke against your temple, “What is stealing your thoughts away? I can see that you are distracted.”

“Just the lack of sleep from last night.” you told him.

The answer made him turn you around to face him. “I know you well enough to know when you are lying to me. Something happened, what is it?”

Your heartbeat rose. “Lancelot, please-”

He frowned, suddenly realizing that you just did not wish for him to know and it only worried him even more. “This…” he touched your shirt, drawing your eyes to it, “…was an accident?”

You knew that if you made eye-contact, he would know the truth. “It’s not important.”

His jaw set. “It clearly is.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You took a step away. “Now let me put some clean clothes on.”

He made no effort to avert his gaze when you went ahead and took off your shirt and put a clean one on. In his eyes you found a rather interesting mix of irritation and interest.

“Were you attacked?” His question was like an arrow shooting it’s way into you. Sharp, fast and demanding.

Your eyes must have given the truth away, because his own got into that state of focus he’d only have in battle. Within seconds you had physically blocked the door with your back to prevent him from seeking vengeance.

“Lancelot, don’t do it. Be calm.” your voice was calm with effort, hoping to calm the storm about to come down upon the fort.

“How can I be?!” His voice rose high above your own, “First Goliath, and now my wife!”

You tried to calm him, “Shhh…”

He shook his head, furious at the knowledge that his concerns had become reality.

They feared him. They were too cowardly to attack him so they rained their hatred down upon those he loved instead.

“No.” He reached around you for the door handle.

You pressed back harder against the door. “Violence will not help us. I know it is difficult but I need you to try and stay calm.”

He shook his head. “We should have left this place. Instead we let ourselves be surrounded by people who seek our destruction.”

“Lancelot-”

“We can still leave. We will take Percival and seek our own place to grow old together.”

It was painful to hear how damaged his trust was becoming. To leave this behind… to start over again… this had once been the home of the Ash Folk… his home. “I won’t leave.”

He did not like the answer. “It is not safe for us here!”

Your tone grew to match his confronting one. “This place was cursed before you arrived here! The Fey Fire burns and protects this castle, if you were not here no one would have been able to enter this place without your ancestors forcing them out! This castle is yours, no one has dared to say it out loud but everyone knows it!”

He scoffed as if the idea was ludicrous to him. “I see no reason to stay if the other inhabitants threaten those closest to me!”

It was clear he was too upset, too angry to truly think it all through. There was a layer of fear that caused him to make a rash decision.

Your eyes locked on his. “Your brother’s crib is only a few doors away, your parent’s painting hangs within these walls, do you really want to leave all that behind?!”

Finally, it had broken through some of the distress he was in, his lip twitched and betrayed his dismay over it.

You took in a deep breath, calming and steadying your voice. “Do not run, my love. They need you, even if they hate us they also need us.”

He cast his gaze down to his boots with a frown.

Your fingers laced themselves into his jerkin. “We are not alone in this. I have faith that the others will help put this situation to rest. We’ll talk to Gawain, then address the Fey together.”

He reached out, taking hold of your waist. “Forgive me.” A sigh. “I cannot stand knowing that you are being shunned because of what I did.”

You cupped his face. “I knew it could happen and I choose to be with you regardless, some broth will not change that.”

He let out a half-chuckle. “I will talk to Gawain. We will speak of this to all today. It is time I let them know me, instead of the person I once was.”

“Exactly.” You drew him in to speak close to his lips, “Show them the real Lancelot.”

He hummed agreeing, letting you steal a kiss. Those strong hands pushed you back against that door, trapping you.

His anger from before had faded and turned into passion. His mind finally caught up with how casually you had taken off your shirt in front of him just moments ago. No shame or hesitation, you simply did not mind if he saw.

He caressed your face, brushing his thumb near the corner of your mouth. “You were the first to see me…”

“I-”

His mouth collided with yours, a searing kiss that erased all else. Your back scuffled up against the door at the strength of it. He smiled against your lips when the surprised noise fell from them. A moment later he broke away, pleased with the result of his impulsiveness. Seeing you flustered brought him a sense of pride that nothing else could.

“I will go speak to Gawain and let you finish changing.” he said, a smirk forming. “Or I may delay you further.” He guided you away from the door and opened it. “Keep your weapons close, I do not want to learn that you refused to use them to protect yourself.”

You sighed. “I’m not killing someone over some broth.”

He let it slip, “That is where we have different opinions.”

“Lancelot.”

A dashing smile curved his lips, full of mischief and the warning of a wolf. He left the room before you could try to scold him for it.

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Gawain’s idea of dealing with the situation included summoning everyone at the fort to gather in the large room of the forge. The green fire burned and it’s light reflected in the awe-filled eyes of the newcomers who had not seen it before. The tension grew palpably when Lancelot walked into the room and stopped a few paces away from Gawain, right in front of the fire pit.

He was calmer than one would expect him to be. A refound sense of control over himself that reminded greatly of how he once was with the paladins. “Someone tried to poison my horse, while others have cast down their hate upon my wife simply because she is wed to me.”

The newcomers grew uncomfortable, casting questioning and confused looks to each other. Gawain gave a discreet nod, telling him to continue.

“I know very well that my reputation earned me this treatment. And I know my presence here is not a welcome one.” Lancelot drew the mystical sword, the sound of the Hidden’s whispers filled the room instantly and announced their presence. “It is said that this sword chooses only those who are worthy of it.”

He held the sword near the Fey Fire and saw the symbols on the blade glow golden. Whispers came from those witnessing the sword’s magic.

“We fight the same enemy, we seek the same peace.” He turned his head to look at them. “But as things are now, the enemy will slaughter you.”

The newcomers looked startled by his cold approach, not expecting him to be so forward with his opinion.

He continued without apprehension, “None of you can survive in combat against a Trinity Guard. And only some will survive against the paladins. Whilst you waste your time on plotting against me, the Trinity Guard is training the paladins on how to butcher the Fey.”

You winced and nervously covered your mouth with your hand. He spoke to them in the tone he used on the paladins and you could only hope it would go down well.

He threw down the sword, it landed not far from the feet of an elder of the Faun clan. “Paladins burned what they found of the Fey. The Trinity Guard will burn down any city or village if they do not yield to the Church. This war is greater than just our survival. The Church will lay waste to everything and build their own world on the ashes.”

“How do you know this?” The elder Fey asked.

He turned to him. “I was raised among them. While I was not allowed to speak to those higher in rank, my silence allowed me to overhear their desires for the future.”

Realization set into the eyes of the Fey. With Father Carden gone the war was not over, it had simply evolved.

“None of us will survive unless we begin to work together.” Lancelot told them. He pointed at the fallen sword, “A sword will not save us! We cannot put our faith in magic and weapons that we barely know anything about! A war is fought by warriors!” He paced around a little. “I can show you how to fight in a way they will not expect. I can teach you how to move and leave your opponent to wonder how you did so whilst you strike them down.”

“He is right.” Gawain concluded. “Most of you lack the skill to fight. But if you allow us to teach you then you will not have to fear facing a paladin. Do you want to be able to protect and fight for our people?”

A lot of them nodded, making Arthur and Merlin smile.

Pym raised her hand and waited until Gawain nodded to her. “Women too?”

“Ay. Women too.” Gawain smiled, pleased to see that she had the fighting spirit in her.

Pym clutched her necklace and spoke something to the pendant softly, you could hear her mention the name ‘Dof’.

Lancelot picked up the sword again and approached a random young Tusk Folk woman. Arthur offered her his sword and made her step forward. She was quick to understand she had been chosen to take part in a demonstration to show the others.

“Be not afraid.” Lancelot saw the fear grow in her eyes. “Try to evade my sword.”

Even when he moved far slower than his normal speed, the poor woman still flinched heavily. He had to step beyond his own limits to be bold enough to show her how to hold the sword better. She looked so confused and fearful when he gently readjusted the way she had her hands on the sword.

“This way will protect your hands better and strengthen your grip.” he spoke so calmly, so very careful not to alarm her.

“I can’t…” She shook her head, having no faith in her ability to handle a sword.

“You can.” he said with not a speck of doubt. “Let the sword be an extension of you.”

She was still shaky when he urged her to try and block his sword again. On the second attempt she succeeded, the shaking in her arms lessened when she saw how she was able to use the sword to protect herself.

“Let me help you…” his voice dropped to a plea. “Let me aid your people.”

She corrected him, “Our people.”

Another came forward, a Sky Folk man a little older than her who wordlessly requested the sword from her. She handed it to him and he looked at Lancelot who gave a nod, it was an unspoken conversation between them.

“You don’t look as frightening as the stories make you out to be.” The man told him.

Lancelot looked at him. “As you do not look to be the sort of person to try and poison a horse, but looks can be deceiving.”

The man’s eyes widened and filled with guilt. “How did you-”

He made no secret anymore of his heightened senses, “Your scent lingered near my horse. And it was on the yew you placed in the stables. The cut on your finger left some of your blood on the yew when you must have plucked it.”

“I…” The man appeared to panic. “You can smell…”

“Yes.” Was all Lancelot answered to that.

Gawain spoke up, “Consider yourself fortunate we are forgiving. I personally detest those who find it in themselves to be cruel to animals. We are Fey, it is against our nature to harm them.”

The man cowered under the scrutinizing eyes of the others who heard of what he’d done.

“You tried to poison a horse, Reginald?” One of the elder Fey asked displeased.

The man dropped his gaze to the floor and admitted to it, “I wanted him to feel as haunted as he made us feel.”

“He already does.” The elder stated surprisingly.

Merlin spoke up, “This war between our kind must end if we wish to survive the one against the Church. Turning our backs on allies will bring us nothing but grief. This Ash Man knows how the enemy works, he knows their flaws. The Ash Folk’s ability to invoke Fey Fire has been lost for centuries until now, the return of Fey Fire is only the beginning of the old magic that can return if we join our forces.”

The looks aimed at Lancelot were different now, as if they finally began to see the man behind the Weeping Monk. You looked towards the woman who had thrown the broth over your clothes, seeing that even she was growing remorseful.

“You would teach us how to fight them?” the man asked him.

Lancelot gave a determined nod. “Yes.” He let some of his ego get the best of him, “I will show you how to win.”

That sure got a positive response from them. Even Gawain could see that they reacted more enthusiastic towards the Ash Man.

Lancelot tapped the sword in the man’s hand with the Sword of Power. “Let us see how well you do against a man instead of a horse.”

You could still hear that, even though he remained calm, he was still very angry over the danger the man had posed to Goliath.

Under the eyes of his fellow Feys, the man accepted the challenge. It soon became clear that the man was no match against Lancelot’s skill and the others saw it too. It wasn’t long before others stepped forward, wanting to learn what he was offering to teach. Gawain and Kaze were pleased with the result of this much needed confrontation. Time would heal the wounds, but some effort to speed it up would not go to waste.

It was rather interesting to see how Lancelot was more patient to teach them, while Gawain and Kaze were more harsh. Arthur spend his time showing the younger ones how to use the sword safely and ended up trying not to get too many cuts on his shins as the sword was a bit too heavy for the children to lift it well. Pym stood by with Gareth, ready to help if anyone would fall wounded.

You watched Lancelot interact with the newcomers and trying to find his way in the beginnings of conversation, he often threw you a look back for guidance. Only when you were certain that everything would remain calm, you left the room.

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At dinner, Lancelot was quick to take seat beside you and talk rather enthusiastically about how it had went with the Fey earlier. You could hear the relief in his voice when he spoke, as if he finally dared to hope on a future here and with the Fey, it filled your heart with joy to see him smile.

He kept his voice low as he spoke to you and even then you could hear the small pitch of excitement in it, “They grow less frightened of me. After you left, even the children wished to match their skill with mine.”

You whispered back, “I saw the change in them after you and Gawain had spoken to them. I think they just needed to be confronted with the situation for it to be solved.”

He nodded. “I had not thought that a direct approach could work. The risk was worth it.”

The approach had been a bold one indeed. “You stayed calm and were honest about the situation we face, they appreciated that honesty.”

“I would not have made this effort if it were not for you.” he confessed. “You made me want to try again.”

He fished for your hand under the table, finding it and lacing his fingers through yours, a small gesture that made your heart flutter.

Boldly you made the decision to take his hand and put it on your thigh, squeezing it to signal that he could take hold if he wished for it. “You did so well today.”

The change in his expression was subtle, you did hear a noise that he swallowed down, a quiet hum.

He leaned in, his stubble grazing of your cheek as he whispered in your ear, “My little ember…”

“What’s that in your neck?” Pym suddenly said, sitting across from the two of you. She had to point to Lancelot when you looked at her confused. “Is that a stain?”

Lancelot let go of your hand and touched his neck. It took you a few seconds to realize they had seen the mark you had accidentally left on him last night.

Arthur overheard it, took one look at Lancelot’s neck and barely held back that cheeky smirk. “It’s not a stain. It’s a bruise.”

Pym arched her brow, seeing the stupid grin growing on Arthur’s face. “On his neck?”

Arthur spilled the truth, “The result of someone nibbling a bit too long and enthusiastically on his neck.”

Pym’s eyes widened when she understood what was being said to her. Lancelot had a similar response and almost looked at you but stopped himself just in time.

Your expression could not be more guilty, and the second they moved their attention away from him again you apologized for it. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to bruise you.”

He gave quite a look, brow arching. “Truly?”

You gasped. “I’d never do that on purpose-”

He took a sip of water, hiding his smile behind the tankard, voice dropping to a whisper, “I do indeed recall you being quite enthusiastic last night. Did you get carried away perhaps?”

Your face began to burn at his bold teasing. “Not at all.”

A hum. “No?”

“No.” You took a sip from your own tankard.

He enjoyed to hear the nervous pitch in your voice. “I beg to differ.”

You rolled your eyes at the smug tone. “Beg all you want.”

He started coughing after nearly choking on his water because of that retort, wiping down his chin with his hand. He leaned in a little, dropping his voice down to a whisper, “You are very alluring when you pretend to be unaffected by me.”

He liked that haughty look on your face, knowing he could so easily persuade you to yield to him.

The urge to smile was strong but you were able to fight it. “So were you when you pretended not to fancy me when you were still a monk.”

There was a tug at the corner of his lips. “Did you harbour such forbidden desires for me back then?”

Your eyes flickered to his, they flowed over him suggestively. “It was hard not to.”

It was oddly satisfying to hear how even then there had been attraction. The touch of danger involved in a forbidden romantic connection, the knowledge that you desired him even as a monk… His thirst and hunger for the meal in front of him was gone and replaced by a different sort after seeing the look you had given him. But had it just meant to be playful?

You were taking the last bites of your bread when suddenly feeling him place his hand on your lower back.

He sounded almost timid, as if he feared a negative response, “It is a warm evening, I doubt we will have many left. Would you like to go on a walk with me?”

That was unexpected. “A walk?”

He grew even more nervous. “I want to discuss something with you. In private.”

You nodded and let him steal you away from the table and out of the room. It wasn’t until you were in the courtyard under the light of the moon that he spoke again.

“I had hoped to speak to you about our wedding.” he quietly began.

“The one that was stolen from us?” It had slipped from your thoughts right out of your mouth and you regretted it instantly.

He tried not to let it show how much it still bothered him. “What if we rectified that?”

You halted at a bush that must have once held roses. “Meaning?”

After fidgeting with the sword at his side a little, he clarified, “I want to have a ceremony, I want us to share our vows.”

Once, Gawain had spoken of how much it haunted Lancelot that everything relating to the wedding had been stolen away. It appeared that even now he could not find peace with it.

“But… how?” you blurted it out.

He could see how rattled it had gotten you. “Say you will wed me again, by your own free will this time, and I will handle the rest.”

A certain strong nervousness settled into your bones. Ceremony? With others there to hear and see you speak vows that you would still need to come up with? Yes, it was a little overwhelming.

He became worried when you got silent. “I wanted to do it right. This was meant to be our moment, our promise to each other.”

You let him take your hand in his. “Lancelot…”

He knelt down, seeking your eyes as if he prayed to them in that moment. “Will you do me the honour of wedding me again?”

A playful smile grew on your lips. “Are you sure you want to do that? Have I not been too much for you?”

His left hand went to grab the side of your upper leg. “You are just what I need.”

He moved you closer until he could rest his forehead to your abdomen and hold your hips. How could you refuse him when he let himself be so vulnerable?

Your fingers raked through his hair. “I’d love to give you my vows.”

He tilted his head up at the sweet sound of your voice. “Yes?”

You smiled down at him. “Yes.”

He was up off the ground within the second, cupping your face with a smile that put the beauty of the stars to shame. Before you could even think to speak he was kissing you, unashamedly surrendering to the joy coursing through his veins. The surprised sound you let out only made him grin against your lips as he greedily claimed them.

“Yuck.” Percival’s voice sounded nearby.

While you fully intended to step back from Lancelot, he preferred to keep you close and ignore the child’s reaction to seeing it. Pym stood beside Percival, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s just so odd.” She shook her head.

“I know right?” Percival agreed. “They’re always doing that.”

Surprisingly, Lancelot did not let it bother him this time. He told them exactly what had led to it, “She just agreed to wed me again so we can have a true wedding this time.”

“A joining.” Pym blurted out the correction. “Feys have joinings, not weddings.”

It caught his attention. “You have been to one of these joinings then?”

“I have.” she said.

“So have I.” Percival chimed in.

“Good.” Lancelot saw the opportunity arise. “We will need some guidance to prepare this ceremony.”

It took Pym a few seconds to understand what that meant, then she got nervous. “Wha- … wait. I never had to help, I was just a guest-”

Percival was smiling wildly at the idea of a feast where there was a possibility of delicious meals and sweets. “We’ll help!”

Pym started to stammer, “But Squirrel, we’d need elder Fey to help us. Only they can officiate a joining. And-”

The boy shrugged his shoulders. “It’ll be fine. We can do it.”

She looked into the expecting eyes of the child, then in the ones of the Ash Man. “I… ugh… fine. I’ll help. But no one gets to be angry if I mess it up.”

Lancelot laced some charm into his voice, “We have faith in you, Pym.”

She shrugged her shoulders a little, as if she didn’t care, but the pink flushing her cheeks told different.

Even though Lancelot had asked Percival to keep it a secret for a while, the boy had not truly understood how long that ‘while’ was supposed to be. And so it was that the news traveled from the boy to Gawain, from Gawain to Arthur, from Arthur to Red Spear…

Merlin learned of the planned ceremony all on his own and still was one of the first to know, proving how easily it was for him to obtain information. The sorcerer came to see you not many days later and offered to be the one to officiate the joining between the rare Ash Folk, and so you found the elder who would bind you in marriage by the tradition of the Fey.

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Garden Kisses

Summary: As humanity's first year comes to a close, you spend the night watching the only two humans pass their time. The courtship of humans moved faster than that of angels but perhaps tonight the two of you could court at the speed of humans.

“Did you like the ducks?” Lucifer asked, bright blue eyes looking back at you as he fluttered his six pure white wings, floating suspended in the air easily. “I love when they’re still babies.”

“They’re adorable,” you laughed, smile wide as you scooted toward the trunk of the tree, giving him room to settle next to you. “I loved them most.”

“Oh, good.” Lucifer sat, reaching forward to rock the round fruit of the tree, where it was hanging from the branch.

No matter the season, the fruits from the two sacred trees hung, ripe, tempting, and ready to eat. The fruit if neither the Tree of Life nor the Tree of Knowledge of Good And Evil held no temptation for either angel, though the two humans walking in the distance sometimes would look just a little too long at the trees.

“Do you ever feel bad?” you asked, poking the fruit yourself.

“For what?” Lucifer asked, watching a fruit fall to the ground where it would rot, untouched, as each fruit that fell had throughout the first year of humanity.

“Putting these trees in the garden?” You ran your fingers reverently over the trunk of the tree.

Within the fruits was the cognitive ability to weigh what was good or bad, the simple ability to question and think for one’s self. It was an ability you and Luci had, the angels had, but the divine father had decided that humanity could not be trusted with it.

“Father wanted the trees here,” Lucifer said obediently. “So, I created them here.”

“It seems…” you hesitated before continuing. “It seems like it’s setting them up for failure.”

“My stars,” Lucifer’s wings fluttered as he slipped off the branch, hovering in front of you. “We must have faith. Our Father knows what is best. He created man and woman in His image. They’ve resisted thus far- a whole year!”

“You’re right.” A bright smile spread onto your face, the shadows of questioning and doubt washed away. “The humans are doing well, yes?”

“They are,” Lucifer nodded, looking back at the two figures in the distance. Long blond hair ran down the woman’s back, shimmering in the moonlight. “I think they’re still doing thier courtship dance.”

“Oh!” You leaned forward, nearly slipping off the branch yourself. “What does human courtship look like?”

You were well versed in the courtships of many of the animals Lucifer had created. There were things that sounded harsh at times, but each step of the different processes accomplished a task, ensuring the animal continued to reproduce as the Father wanted and as Lucifer designed.

“I’m not sure.” Lucifer looked down, his own bright smile faltering before he pushed it back on his face. “Our Father saw to the designs alone.”

“Really?” This news had your wings fluttering anew.

Lucifer was the angel of creation. Everything he made was inspired, beautiful in its own way. He was the Father’s favorite son. Lucifer had been the architect of all you had seen in the living world. The very idea that something existed in this realm that his fingers had not touched had your mind spinning.

“They are not your children, then?” Your eyes flickered between Lucifer and the woman, how she was pulling away from the man. They had been yelling at one another most of the night.

“No,” Lucifer’s soft hair shifted as he shook his head. “They’re our brother and sister.”

“Does it bother you?” you whispered, once again toeing the line you both knew existed. “That you didn’t get to make them?”

“Oh, no!” Lucifer laughed, a bright, clear sound that always reminded you of heaven’s bells. Would humanity discover bells? “It’s been fun to watch them as they discover the world and how to court.”

“Is it much different from us?” You and Lucifer had danced around the early stages of angelic courtship for decades now, though to beings like you that was hardly more than weeks. Soft touches, lingering smiles and the simple, godly act of sharing time together had dominated the stage the two of you were at.

“They do things faster.” Lucifer spun around, dancing in the air with the simple joy of learning about a new creation. “Courtship that takes us decades- they do much faster. They’re more physical than much of my creations have been, too.”

“Oh?” You danced through the air with him, robes brushing against his as you drew close but never touching him. Touching was far beyond what one did at the point of courtship that you and Lucifer were at. “How so?”

“Well,” Lucifer reached out, taking your hand up in his.

He was touching you. His hand wrapped around yours, warm and soft. Blood rushed to your face, casting your skin in a golden glow as you looked at where your bodies touched with wide eyes. “Luci?”

His hand dropped yours as if something stung him. “I’m sorry-” His voice came out in a high pitched squeak, his face joining yours in the burning glow of embarrassment. “We’re not- we’re not there yet. It’s too soon, isn’t it?”

You wanted to tell him he was wrong. You didn’t mind him grabbing your hand. It surprised you, that was all. Heat burned in your hand, driving you to rub it as you timidly looked up at the man, your mentor, and crush, as he did the same.

“What if…” You took a long, slow breath in as you tried to will the next words to spill from your mouth.

“What if what?” Lucifer prodded.

“What if we were there?” Your voice came out in a soft whisper, face flushed golden as you looked everywhere but at Lucifer. “What if we courted the same the humans are, at their speed instead of…”

“Oh,” Lucifer fluttered back, unsure.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly settled back onto the branch. “I don’t know what I’m thinking.”

“Do you want to…” Lucifer settled on the branch next to you again, eyes trained straight ahead as he looked at the two humans. “Do you want to court like the humans?”

Your eyes flickered, darting between the moon and stealing glances at the angel next to you. What you wanted to say was ‘yes’. The word was stuck in your throat, like some gummy piece of dried fruit. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to dislodge the word from your throat while he kept his gaze pointedly on the two humans in the distance.

After what feels like a lifetime, you give up on making the word come out. Instead, you inch your fingers closer and closer to his. He jumped, startled, as you initiate contact. Wide eyes, as blue as the oceans he had created for your Father, snapped to you.

“What happens now?” you timidly asked.

“I don’t know,” Lucifer admitted, mind working. “Adam… he kisses Lilith after he touches her hand.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help giggling. “It takes angels a century to consider such a display.”

“Right?” Lucifer laughed.

“Luci?” You chewed on your lips, not really sure if you were brave enough to ask what you wanted to ask.

“Yes?” He answered simply, fingers wiggling under yours, not resting until both yours and his weaved together.

“Have you- have you ever kissed anyone?” You kept your eyes on where your hands touched, where his fingers and yours wove into a small fleshy fabric.

“I haven’t,” Lucifer admitted. “I’ve never even courted another before you.”

“Never?” You breathed the word out. He was the Morningstar, the oldest among his kind. He was the Father’s favorite. How could he have not courted at least once?

“Why not?” You prepared your heart to break, to be told that none were good enough, though you knew full well that what the both of you had been doing was courting.

“Never wanted to before.” Lucifer looked down, taking in the perfect vegetation below for a few long heartbeats. Then he looked at where your hand was intertwined with his. “How long do you think is left, until humanity’s first year ends and thier second begins?”

“Oh.” The change in subject left you feeling off kilter. Looking up at the moon and stars above, you walked through the calculation to determine the time- not that time particularly mattered for humanity just yet. It was little more than one of the many ways the angels logged and cataloged the events of the universe. “It’s just a minute or two, maybe less, I’d say.”

“I know what I want out of the next year of humanity.” Lucifer ran his thumb softly along your hand.

“What do mean?”

“I want to experience live as they do,” Lucifer nodded his head toward the humans in the distance. “I want to experience the things they do. I want to court like they do.”

“Does that mean you want to be them?”

“I want to do the things they do. Sometimes, I want to do the things how they do it.” Lucifer was making no more sense the more he talked.

“Are you saying you want to kiss… someone?” You finally forced the words out, sending a prayer to your Father that you were not making an incorrect assumption.

“No,” Lucifer said quickly, crushing your heart without a moment of hesitation.

“Oh-” you tried to take your hand from his, only to have his fingers tighten.

“No, no- that’s not what I meant.” Words flowed from Lucifer’s lips quickly. Each word blended into the other, threatening to lose their meaning. “I don’t want to kiss just anyone. I don’t want meaningless kisses. I don’t- I don’t know if kisses can be meaningless but.. I don’t want to throw them away.”

“Then who-?”

“You!” Lucifer rushed to answer, turning to face you with his face a bright, radiant gold. “I want to kiss you. I mean, can I kiss you? Will you let me kiss you? Oh, golly- that’s too much. I’m asking for too much.”

“Yes,” you said simply, face glowing hot and heart pounding against your chest. “You can.”

“I can?” Lucifer asked one last time. “Are you sure- we’ve only been in early courting for- for three years and I just touched you- things, it’s too fast for you.”

“Please?” you asked sweetly. “You wanted to do things like the humans are. I’m in. I- I want to too. Please, kiss me?”

“You’re sure?” He asked one more time, eyes dipping down to look at your lips.

“I am,” you promised.

Lucifer leaned forward, both your and his body twisting to face each other. Your eyes fluttered shut as Lucifer’s did the same. It felt like it took forever for his lips to softly press against yours.

The kiss was short, a sweet, chaste moment shared between two innocent souls. Though you didn’t know it at the time, the kiss had started the man you loved onto the path of learning, exploring, and experiencing things through the eyes of humanity. It was a path that would lead him away from you and to his damnation.

What you didn’t know at the moment, had no power to hurt you.

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Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: none

Part 21

Series Masterlist

And Everyone Makes Mistakes

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The next morning, you rolled over in bed, replaying the events of the night before in your head. The emotions were still raw, and you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the air. As you stared up at the ceiling, your thoughts kept drifting back to Hugh. You wondered if you should give him another chance, or if it was just too soon to trust him again.

In that moment of weakness, his words had felt so real, so genuine. You couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered when he told you he loved you. But at the same time, you knew you needed to protect yourself. The pain of the breakup was still fresh, and you couldn't bear the thought of getting hurt again. It was a painful mix of emotions, and you couldn't seem to shake off the uncertainty that was eating at you.

You dragged yourself out of bed and wandered into the kitchen, finding Megan already there with a cup of coffee waiting for you. She knew you too well and could read your emotions like an open book. She said nothing as she handed you the coffee, just gave you a knowing look that said more than words ever could.

Megan’s casual tone barely concealed the curiosity that was burning in her gaze. "So, you and Hugh?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but you knew better. Her eyes were practically begging for details, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt, sadness, and excitement all at once.

You took a deep breath, staring down into your coffee as if the answer the cup held the answer to everything. "I don't know," you whispered, almost to yourself more than Megan. The uncertainty weighed heavily on your shoulders. "He apologized. We talked and stuff," You trailed off, struggling to find the words to express the tangle of emotions swirling inside you.

You sighed, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. "Don’t get me wrong it was fun and passionate, but it was also messy and complicated. Even though he apologized, I'm not ready to leap again so quickly. I can't deal with that pressure right now."

Megan nodded understandingly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I get it. It's okay to take your time. You deserve to protect your heart, you know." Her voice was soft and comforting, a soothing balm for your wounded emotions.

You nodded, a sense of determination building within you. "He'll have to work for it, Megan. My trust won't be easily won again." You spoke firmly, making it clear that you wouldn't let him off the hook easily. He had to earn your trust and prove that he was worth it.

"No more dressing room fun or moments of weakness, he's on his last chance." She spoke with conviction.

You walk down the hall to retrieve your phone, which was charging on the nightstand in the bedroom, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the notification from Hugh. It wasn't surprising, but still, a mix of emotions fluttered inside you as you unlocked the screen to read his messages.

Your heart fluttered as you read his flirty and sweet texts. "Good morning, beautiful. I can't stop thinking about you.“

You replied with a short and simple “Good morning ❤️ it’s nice to know I still have that effect on you,” trying to keep your response measured and not get too invested too quickly. You knew you had to protect your heart, even though the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

As you hit send on your reply, you leaned back against the headboard, running your fingers through your hair. The memories of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, but you knew you couldn't let them cloud your judgment.

You picked up your phone at the sudden buzz, and your heart rate accelerated a bit as you saw another message from Hugh. "I couldn't sleep all night thinking about you," his message read. "Can I see you today?" He asked, his words making your stomach do a little backflip.

You hated the feeling. It was so confusing, and you couldn't help but curse him for messing things up the first time. You typed back, "I'm really busy today. I’ve got another show tonight." You hesitated before adding, "But maybe tomorrow?" It felt like a safe response, and deep down, a small part of you was hopeful he would agree.

After a few moments, your phone buzzed again, and his response flashed on the screen. "Tomorrow, then. I can't wait." His message was short and sweet, and you couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in your stomach. Despite everything, a small part of you was excited to see him.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief when you read his response. The fact that he seemed to understand and respect your need for time and space was a good sign. It made you hopeful that maybe things could be different this time around. He was on thin ice, but it was a start.

The rehearsal was going smoothly until Ryan burst into the room, his energetic presence filling the space. "Alright, where's my wig and heels?" he demanded, his usual enthusiasm in full swing.

You looked at him in confusion, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to process his unexpected presence. "What are you doing here, Ryan?" you asked, trying to hide your surprise.

He smirks, “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m in the show. SURPRISE!” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his revelation. "Wait, what? You're in the show?" You asked your confusion now mixed with disbelief.

“Yeah! You wouldn’t believe the type of cash I had to fork up but I’m sure it will be worth it.” Your jaw dropped as Ryan informed you that he was now a part of the show. You couldn't believe he had paid for his way into the production. "Okay, but why is Ryan Reynolds crashing my concert?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

“Oh, I’m not,” Ryan's smirk spoke volumes, and it only fueled your curiosity even more. Your eyes widen in surprise and amusement as Ryan reveals the Deadpool mask. "No way," you exhaled, a mix of shock and laughter escaping you.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at Ryan's enthusiasm. "Oh my god, this is going to be so ridiculous!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement. The thought of Deadpool crashing the show was both outrageous and hilarious.

Ryan leaned into the subject right away, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity. "So, you and Hugh, what's the deal?" His question hung in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of defensiveness and vulnerability.

You took a moment to steady your nerves before replying, a guarded expression crossing your face. "There's no deal," you said, maybe a little too quickly. "We're just... talking." Your words sounded uncertain even to your own ears. “Think you’ll give it another shot?”

You hesitated for a moment, not quite sure how to answer. "I don't know," you admitted finally, a small hint of vulnerability slipping into your tone. "It's complicated, and I'm still figuring things out." You couldn't help but feel a mix of hope, fear, and uncertainty as Ryan probed deeper into your personal life.

"It's just... he hurt me, you know?" you added, your voice quieter now. The memories of the previous breakup still stung, and you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as you recalled the pain of it all. "I want to believe he’s sorry, but I don't trust him yet." Your words slipped out, revealing a deeper layer of your guarded heart.

Ryan listened intently, his expression softening as he heard the pain and doubt in your voice. "I get it," he said, his tone gentle and understanding. "It's okay to take your time and be careful." His words were a comforting reminder that you didn't have to rush into anything, even if part of you longed for forgiveness and another chance.

You spent the rest of the rehearsal working with Ryan, choreographing the element of his surprise appearance. With each run-through, his enthusiasm and energy filled the room, bringing a new dimension to the performance. The anticipation was building, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of having Deadpool crash the show.

Your phone buzzed with a call from Hugh just as you walked into your dressing room, catching you off guard and triggering a mix of emotions. You hesitated before answering, your heart racing with a blend of hope and apprehension.

You took a deep breath and pressed the answer button, bringing the phone to your ear. Your voice was softer than usual as you spoke. "Hello?"

“Hey, sweetheart. Just wanted to wish you luck. Not that you’ll need it,” A mix of emotions washed over you as you heard Hugh's voice, the term "sweetheart" making your heart flutter. You couldn't help but feel a pang of both affection and caution. "Thank you. I’ll need it. Deadpool is crashing my set in the second half," you replied.

Hugh laughed, “I can imagine he’s excited.” You chuckled softly, describing Ryan's enthusiasm. "Yeah, he's practically vibrating with excitement. It's a little insane," you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips. The thought of the chaos that the Deadpool appearance might bring both thrilled and terrified you.

“Well I was going to just show up, but I didn’t want to overstep. Would you mind if I came tonight?” You paused for a moment, surprised by Hugh's request to attend the show. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you contemplated his words. A mix of emotions swirled within you - curiosity, excitement, and the lingering remnants of hesitance. "I..." you began, your voice quiet. "I don't mind," you finally replied, the words slipping out before you fully realized the weight of them. "Come, if you want."

Hugh's smile could almost be heard through the phone line, his words a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I'll see you tonight, then," he said in a soft, affectionate tone. The promise of his presence at the show sent a small shiver down your spine, making you both anxious and exhilarated.

As the hair and makeup artists worked their magic, your mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of Hugh. The memories of your time together, both good and bad, swirled through your mind, causing a mix of emotions and anticipation to build within you. A small knot formed in your stomach as you realized how deeply he still affected you, and you couldn't shake away the butterflies in your stomach.

A deep ache settled in your heart as you realized the depth of your feelings for him. No one else could compare to the way he made you feel, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a mix of longing, confusion, and hope that played out in your mind.

The first part of the show went smoothly, with the audience responding enthusiastically to each song. The energy in the venue was electric, and you felt a rush of adrenaline with every note you sang. The applause, cheers, and support from the crowd fueled your performance, and for those brief moments on stage, all your worries seemed to fade away.

Just as you prepared to make your Juno arrest, the atmosphere shifted dramatically as the stage lights suddenly dimmed and a familiar Marvel superhero strolled out. The crowd's cheers reached a crescendo as Deadpool sauntered onto the stage, sporting a wig and a pair of your boots. The surreal scene was a mix of unexpected and entertaining, capturing everyone's attention.

Your eyes widen in pretend shock as you spot Deadpool on stage, your voice filled with mock outrage. "What the hell?" you exclaimed, playing along with the unexpected twist. "What do you think you're doing up here, Deadpool?" you demanded, trying to maintain your composure as the audience roared with laughter.

Wade, in his signature Deadpool persona, grinned widely as he stood center stage. "Well, hello there. Nice booties you got here," he said with a wink. The crowd erupted in laughter, loving every bit of the unexpected turn. He sauntered around the stage, soaking up the attention and the adoration.

You look at the crowd and back to Deadpool. “Uh, Pool. I’m kinda in the middle of something here.” Wade, in character as Deadpool, smirked at your response, his words dripping with sarcasm and playfulness. "Oh, I'm aware. Just thought I'd add some extra flavor to the show," he replied, gesturing to the stage and the crowd. "Isn't it more fun with a touch of unpredictable chaos?"

The audience was absolutely loving the unexpected crossover, laughing and cheering as they watched the banter unfold. The anticipation in the air grew heavier, wondering what would happen next during this impromptu cameo.

You took a deep breath and accepted the unexpected turn of events, crossing your arms as a subtle grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Fine, fine. I suppose a little improvisation wouldn't hurt." The crowd roared with laughter and applause, loving the playful exchange between you and Deadpool.

The audience erupted into laughter and applause as Deadpool slid down the pole with a touch of sass, tossing the wig and striking a dramatic pose. He hammed it up, milking every moment for the entertainment of the crowd and playing into the comedic scene. His eccentric presence added a layer of humor and excitement to the show, making the audience eat it up.

You played along, pretending to be jealous of Deadpool's sudden spotlight, shouting, "This is my show!" The crowd laughed and cheered even louder, enjoying the dramatic back-and-forth between you and the quirky anti-hero.

Wade, in character as Deadpool, shrugged nonchalantly, not backing down an inch. "Don't be salty." His words, laced with humor and a dose of arrogance, elicited more laughter and cheers from the captivated audience.

With his arm slung casually over your shoulder, Wade, as Deadpool, leaned in, his voice dripping with sarcastic charm. "So, what are we doing?" he suggested, glancing at you with a mischievous grin. The audience watched, eager for your response and ready to see where this impromptu collaboration would go.

You played along, walking alongside Deadpool, scanning the audience with exaggerated curiosity. "Oh, you know, just looking for someone hot," you added, playing up the joke. The crowd chuckled and whispered, some even shouting out suggestions and egging you on.

Wade, in his Deadpool persona, nodded in agreement, playing along with the banter. "Absolutely! We need someone hot," he chimed in, scanning the crowd with mock seriousness. The audience couldn't help but laugh and whistle, captivated by the silliness of the scene unfolding before them.

Deadpool, still in character, gasped dramatically, pointing towards Hugh in the audience. "Oh my, look at that hunk of man meat over there!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated admiration. The audience burst into laughter and applause, loving the unexpected twist in the show and the way Deadpool called out Hugh.

The camera zoomed in on Hugh, and the audience erupted into a whirlwind of cheers and applause. His handsome face on the big screen only added to the chaos, with the crowd going wild at the sight of him. The entire scene was a mix of humor, excitement, and anticipation as you continued to banter with Deadpool.

Deadpool, still in character, turned his attention to Hugh, his tone filled with false bravado. "You look just like my roommate, not the blind one," he quipped, playing up the humor and continuing the banter. The audience laughed, enjoying the playful jab at Hugh's expense, while Hugh himself couldn't help but smirk at the unexpected line.

Wade, still playing the part of Deadpool, elbowed you teasingly, encouraging you to join in. "Well, don't be shy," he whispered with a smirk, clearly enjoying the banter and the audience's reactions. The tension in the air was electric, and the anticipation of what would happen next grew stronger with each passing moment.

Without missing a beat, you turned to Hugh and asked with a mischievous smirk, "What's your name?" The audience waited with bated breath as Hugh, still playing along, responded. "It's Hugh," he replied with a charming grin, playing into the humor of the situation.

You fanned yourself dramatically, pretending to be swooning over Hugh, "I bet it is." The audience laughed and cheered, loving the playful exchange between you, Hugh, and Deadpool. The whole scene was a mix of lighthearted comedy and subtle tension, as everyone waited to see how things would unfold.

Deadpool couldn't help but join in on the fawning over Hugh. “Hot damn," he exclaimed, a mix of humor and genuine appreciation in his tone. "You're a fine specimen," he added, winking at Hugh and making the audience laugh even harder. The stage was filled with laughter and applause, their reactions fueling the already comedic atmosphere.

Deadpool, still playing along, continued the banter, his voice filled with humor. "Do you have claws? Not that it's a requirement, of course," he quipped, winking at Hugh and sending the audience into another fit of laughter. The room was filled with infectious laughter and applause, and the audience thoroughly entertained by the unexpected conversation on stage.

Hugh, in good spirits, obliged and showed off his hands, and Deadpool reacted with exaggerated astonishment. "Sweet Marvel Jesus, Look at those magnificent 10 fingers," he joked, adding another layer to the comically charged scene. The audience roared with laughter, finding the exchange between Hugh and Deadpool utterly amusing.

With a devious smirk, you turned to Hugh and asked, "So, Hugh, where are you originally from?" The audience waited eagerly for Hugh's response, curious to see how he would react to your question and whether he would play along with the ongoing banter.

Hugh responded with a charming smile and a straightforward answer, "Sydney." The audience responded with a mix of cheers and "ahs", appreciating the playful exchange between you, Hugh, and Deadpool. The lighthearted banter continued to entertain everyone, making for a memorable and entertaining moment on stage.

You couldn't contain a sly smirk and a wink as you delivered the line, your voice filled with a mix of humor and playful suggestiveness. "All I'm hearing is you know how to go down under." The crowd erupted into laughter, loving the risqué comment and the way you delivered it with a mischievous grin. Hugh caught off guard but enjoying the banter, played along and chuckled, adding another layer to the ever-growing comedic moment on stage.

Deadpool, never one to back down, quickly chimed in, attempting to out-flirt you, "But I bet you know how to keep things up as well." The crowd laughed, clearly entertained by Deadpool's bold comment and the ongoing banter. Hugh chuckled, a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment crossing his features. The atmosphere was charged with humor and a touch of competition, as the crowd eagerly anticipated the next move in the playful game of flirtatious banter.

As you witnessed Hugh's familiar laugh and his charming smile, a feeling of warmth filled your heart. Despite the months of separation and uncertainty, his presence still brought a sense of peace and balance to your world. The energy between you and him sparked, reigniting the connection you shared. In that moment, you couldn't help but cherish the feeling, thankful for his return. The anticipation of what lay ahead weighed heavily on your mind, but for now, you allowed yourself to savor the moment and bask in the joy of having him by your side again.

Deadpool, still flirting with Hugh, received a teasing nudge from you. "Back off," you jested, teasingly. "I don't think he's into... whatever this is." You gestured all over him, a playful yet genuine smile on your lips. The audience laughed at the playful banter, enjoying the back-and-forth between you and Deadpool. Hugh, amused by the exchange, couldn't help but smirk, his eyes filled with a mix of humor and affection towards you.

The entire scene was a blend of laughter, humor, and undeniable chemistry, as you continued to banter and playfully compete for Hugh's attention. Deadpool, realizing he was outnumbered, backed off with a smirk and a wink, conceding defeat for the moment. The audience applauded, clearly entertained by the entertaining dynamics unfolding on stage.

You turned your attention back to Hugh, a genuine smile illuminating your face. "Now, where were we?" you asked, your voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. The audience watched with anticipation, eager to see how the conversation would unfold between you and Hugh. The playful banter and the chemistry between you two were undeniable, leaving the audience wanting more and curious about what was to come next.

You couldn't help but give Hugh a sincere compliment as you continued the banter. "Oh yes!" you exclaimed, a genuine smile stretching across your lips. "I was just about to say how hot you are. It should be a crime, don't you think?" The audience erupted in laughter, loving the bold and direct comment. Hugh, taken aback but amused, chuckled, feeling a mix of flattery and embarrassment. The tension in the room was palpable, and the audience couldn't help but root for the unexpected chemistry between you and Hugh.

The moment became even more hilarious as you and your girls fangirled over Hugh. "This is so weird! I've never acted this way before! He's so hot and... OH! My clothes are falling off!" Your skirt comically dropped during the bit, and Deadpool seized the opportunity, sliding in front of you and theatrically blocking your legs, exclaiming, "Nothing to see here!" The audience roared with laughter, completely entertained by the unexpected turn of events and Deadpool's comedic timing.

You couldn't help but play into the moment, grabbing the fuzzy cuffs from Deadpool's belt and twirling them in your hands. With a playful smirk, you reached out to Hugh and asked, "You still have the other ones?" A mischievous wink accompanied your words, adding to the anticipation in the air. The audience chuckled, enjoying the banter and the subtle hint towards your past connection with Hugh.

Hugh's stunned expression quickly transformed into a growing smile as he comprehended the reference. He nodded slowly, his voice filled with sentimentality, "Till the day I die, darling." The audience watched with a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and knowing smiles, their attention fully locked on the ongoing exchange between you and Hugh.

Deadpool, ever the troublemaker, gasped dramatically and declared, "I'm sorry, what? KINKY!" The audience erupted in laughter and applause, thoroughly entertained and amused by Deadpool's outburst. It added another layer of humor and intrigue to the already entertaining exchange unfolding before them.

As the music started for Juno, Deadpool, true to form, joined in with perfect timing. He danced and sang along, adding a touch of humor and energy to the performance. His off-the-wall antics were the perfect complement to the intense and chaotic scene, and the audience couldn't help but appreciate the comedic twist.

You rushed down to the heart-shaped platform, preparing for a dramatic moment, but Deadpool appeared out of nowhere, comically closing your legs and exclaiming, "NEVER TRY THIS ONE! All of you! WHERE IS YOUR MORALS?!" The audience erupted in laughter, thoroughly amused by Deadpool's playful antics. You crossed your arms and stared at him, a mix of disbelief and amusement on your face. Deadpool, never missing a beat, shrugged and continued singing the next verse in a melodramatic and dramatic fashion. His flair for the dramatic added an extra layer of charm and entertainment to the performance.

The performance came to an end on a high note, filled with amazing energy and contagious excitement. The crowd was on its feet, cheering and applauding loudly, fully captivated by the rollercoaster of emotions and the unexpected twists and turns throughout the show.

As you chatted backstage and engaged in conversation with your fellow members of the tour, you suddenly noticed Hugh walking in. Your heart skipped a beat, and a mix of excitement and anticipation washed over you.

He approached you with open arms and a wide smile, his laughter filling the air as he said, "You did amazing, baby!" You couldn't help but reciprocate his enthusiasm, your heart fluttering with both joy and nervousness at his unexpected presence.

You met his embrace with a mix of emotions, simultaneously happy to see him but also feeling a hint of uncertainty about where you both stood, “thank you.” You weren’t together, but you were open to working on it. As you pulled back, you searched his face for any indication of what he was thinking or feeling, a million questions swirling in your mind.

Hugh's question, simple yet meaningful, hung in the air for a moment as you tried to gauge his intentions. "Do you want to go get something to eat?" The invitation was casual, but the weight of it felt heavy. You considered your response, trying to balance the desire to spend more time with him with the uncertainty of where things stood between you.

As you hesitated, lost in your thoughts, Hugh reassured you, "It's not a date. Ryan's going. Megan's going. A few others too." His words reassured you, easing some of the anxiety that had built up in your mind. Knowing that others would be joining took the pressure off and allowed you to view the invitation as a simple gathering of friends.

You nodded, taking a moment to gather your thoughts, "Give me about 30 minutes," you replied, your voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and hope. Hugh nodded in response, understanding that you needed a little time to prepare and collect yourself before joining the group for dinner.

As you headed to your dressing room to freshen up, your mind was still spinning with conflicting emotions. You were torn between the desire to spend time with Hugh and the anxiety of what it could mean for your future and your career. The water from the faucet felt cool against your skin as you splashed some on your face, trying to calm your nerves and clear your mind.

You walked out, now freshly dressed and ready to join the group for dinner. You found Ryan, Blake, Megan, and Hugh waiting patiently, accompanied by a few of your dancers. The atmosphere was casual and light, a stark contrast to the rollercoaster of emotions you had been feeling just moments ago.

Blake clung to you, pulling you close as you walked. In a whisper, she asked, "Are you two back together?" Her concern was palpable, and her question echoed the thoughts that had been swirling through your mind. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply shrugged, trying to act nonchalant even though your heart was hammering in your chest.

Blake's smile held both reassurance and understanding. She could read the conflicting emotions in your expression, and her words were meant to be supportive. "If it's what you want, then I'm happy for you," she said gently, squeezing your hand in a gesture of solidarity. Her unwavering support meant the world to you, especially in this confusing and uncertain moment.

As soon as you walked onto the street with the group, the paparazzi spotted you, their voices drowning out the peaceful atmosphere. "(Y/N)! Over here!" they shouted, cameras flashing and creating a chaotic scene. The attention was overwhelming, and you suddenly felt exposed like a fish in a tank.

Despite the chaos and attention, you maintained your composure, waving and smiling in response. The questions came pouring in, "Are you and Hugh back together?" and "Are you still single?" The crowd's interest in your personal life was undeniable, and the pressure to answer was increasing by the second.

As the paparazzi's questions and cameras continued to assault you, you felt a strong arm wrap around your shoulders, providing a shield of protection. "I got you, darling," Hugh reassured you, his voice steady and comforting. His presence provided a haven amidst the chaos, and you leaned into his embrace, grateful for his steadfast support.

You couldn't help but smile gratefully at Hugh's protective gesture. His presence next to you made you feel safe and cared for. Despite the flurry of questions and cameras, Hugh's reassurance brought you a sense of comfort and security, making this chaotic moment just a bit more bearable.

You smiled and leaned into Ryan's arm, expressing your gratitude. "Thanks, Ry," you said sincerely, your voice filled with a hint of relief. Ryan smiled warmly at you, his eyes filled with fondness. "You're welcome, sis," he replied, using the affectionate nickname he had given you.

Dinner was a delightful and relaxing affair. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the laughter filled the air. Even the food and drinks were enjoyable, adding to the overall sense of happiness and camaraderie. Everyone shared funny stories and jokes, creating a lighthearted and enjoyable atmosphere. It was a moment of simple joy and friendship, a welcome respite from the chaos and stress that often came with the line of work you all were in.

Hugh sent a warm smile in your direction and mouthed, "You look beautiful." The sincere compliment caught you off guard, and your heart skipped a beat at the quiet but tender moment. His gaze held a genuine admiration, making you feel special and appreciated.

You smiled shyly, averting your gaze to your plate, trying to hide the effect his compliment had on you. The truth was, you were slowly losing control over your guarded emotions. Every small gesture, every kind word from Hugh seemed to chip away at the walls you had built around your heart, making it impossible to deny that he was winning you over.

Hugh's voice carried a touch of pride as he mentioned his daughter, Ava. "Ava's been asking about you," he shared, his words bringing a smile to his face. You nodded in agreement, a warm smile tugging at your lips. "I need to text her," you replied, expressing your intent to stay in touch.

Hugh's eyes softened at your words, and a smile played on his lips. "She'd love that," he affirmed, his tone laced with affection.

Throughout the evening, you found yourself leaning across Ryan, engaging in close conversations, and sharing laughs with Hugh. Despite the initial intention to maintain some distance, you couldn't help but gravitate towards him, drawn by his charming presence and witty humor. The proximity between you and Hugh allowed for subtle brushes of skin and lingering gazes, adding an extra layer of tension to the intimate atmosphere.

The night gradually came to an end, and You and Hugh walked side by side to your waiting Uber. As you walked, his hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your skin. The proximity was undeniable, and the small yet intimate gesture created a charged atmosphere between you.

You turned to face him, a small, hopeful smile dancing on your lips. "Call me later?" you requested softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The request was casual, but the subtext was obvious as you looked into his eyes, silently asking for more of his attention and company.

His soft, warm lips met your knuckles in a gesture of chivalry and tenderness. "Of course," he assured you, his voice low and velvety. The intimate touch sent a shiver down your spine, and his eyes held a mixture of promise and desire.

You watched through the car window as he stood there waving, his figure slowly shrinking as the car distanced itself. His presence lingered in your mind, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

As you sat in the backseat, your thoughts lingered on the undeniable truth that you had never stopped loving Hugh. The connection you had was still there, perhaps even stronger than before, and you yearned for the past you had with him, wanting nothing more than to be by his side once more. The realization that you wanted Hugh and the depth of your love for him hit you with a mixture of both trepidation and anticipation.

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