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aphpuffinchild · 4 months

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since it's out i can finally post my piece for @hws-anthology as well as the timelapse for it. as is arguably all my hetalia work, it's a love letter to my friend @pyrrhocorax 's fic Sendlingur og Sandlóa - i'll ramble a bit about how much it means to me, as well as the symbolism i wormed into this piece below the read more :)

i originally had two pages planned for this piece, potentially more - the fic is a good 74k words long and certainly not light on scenes i could and wanted to pull from, but various things led into other various things and one page was all i could manage, so i tried to cram in what i could, so here's that (in a rough, somewhat arbitrary order of focal points)

the opening chapter! the car is a framing device for the piece as much as it is for the journey the characters will take following that first chapter, so i wanted to use the car window/shapes as a literal framing device in my drawing

joi, shaky at best in his sense of self, sees no reflection in the window, instead there's a silhouetted raven to signify the search he must go on to find it

while not perfectly transcribed by virtue of wonky (plus an extra) line(s), the notes coming from joi's headphones are the opening to the song sendlingur og sandlóa, the fic's namesake, which a loved one kindly transposed by ear for me for the purpose of this piece

in a similar vein, the stickers on joi's suitcase are of a purple sandpiper and a ringed plover, the birds after which the song is named - here they are as transparents and in their original colours

i wanted to create a sliiight impression that joi is the one knocking over the chessboard, representing his repeated rejections of it (both physically, and the things it represents)

the chess pieces were also chosen specifically! originally i was going to use a black rook and a white pawn to match chapter 41, but for the sake of having alternating colours and the rest of my metaphors working (iirc) i swapped those colours around. that, and i wanted to match chapter 13's white king and black pawn - the black pawn stuck, the white king was colour swapped for colour cohesion reasons like the other's. (visual contrast was important to me, but the white queen blending slightly into the sky was okay for symbolism reasons) (there was also black king, white rook from chapter 3, so it all worked out anyway - there's a lot of chess in this story and i only had space for so many pieces and colours, basically)

speaking of which, the black pawn is for joi (chapter 13), the white queen is for halle (someone who, from joi's perspective, can go anywhere, vs joi's pawn, someone to be used -> see chapter 35 and perspective).

the king piece is falling (but hasn't quite fallen) between halle and henrik (chapter 3, 7, 13, though i most clearly thought of 19)

the person in the top right corner is eduard! i desperately wanted to include him because i think he's deserved it, and i considered a lot of ways of working him in, but i think an ambiguous silhouette that isn't Quite part of the main picture works better narratively

note also that he's separated from the other's through a red curtain, to represent the iron curtain (naturally) i wanted it to match ber + tino's part in some way, to sorta emphasise their similar foundations despite being split apart across places

the flowers at eduard's window are placed and chosen purposefully as well! orange/red zinnia's outside (for familial ties, steadfastness, friendship and remembrance) for what eduard puts out in to the world, then lily-of-the-valley for tino and cornflower for him inside to show what he wants to hold close :)

halle and joi are the only characters with their eyes open - halle looks towards the viewer/author/reader/joi, while joi looks away all together. if you've read the fic (which i assume you have because i can't imagine this is interested to read otherwise) you probably don't need me to explain why that reflects their roles in the story

similarly, every character apart from the brothers is turned towards another in some way (eduard does not count when his flowers do, and his role in the story is based around that disconnect partially anyway) tino towards ber and eduard (and hana, i guess), ber towards tino, henrik to halle, halle to henrik (though he looks away - his values are elsewhere even when they are together). joi, at best, looks at his own reflection in the window

the colour scheme, while arbitrarily picked from gradient maps based on what i felt "fit" has been approved by the author as being very "SoS core"

finally, the poem on the note, chapter 46

all that being said, i can and will now talk about my personal relationship with SoS, so unless that interests you i imagine the post is done now! thank you for reading :)

the first comment i posted on SoS is dated 2nd November 2016 - logging into my old account i can see i bookmarked it on the 31st August that same year, so i can safely assume i first read or at least found it then. a month after my first comment, i posted another on a different account, pouring a few bits of my heart out and the author responded! we went back and forth a bit and eventually talked (i think) via tumblr for a little, but the majority of our conversations were via skype for whatever reason (we didn't call, just texted). it was a lot of me looking for writing advice, insight to their work/process/skill, talking about The Brothers and talking about psychology/the brain on a general and personal level. i think if i read our conversations back now i'd cringe, given that i was an awkward, fumbling 16 year old, but i dont think anything else wouldve been fitting given the subject matter. eventually our conversations fizzled out and we stopped talking for years, but i'd go back to SoS routinely and cry.

in may of 2021, i posted another comment during what in hindsight was definitely another relatively minor mental health episode - i think it was half trying to emphasise how important the work was to me on the off chance pyrr saw it, and half a bid for connection since i had no idea if they even remembered us talking. i assumed nothing would come of it, and for about a year that was true - until pyrr responded after all in february of 2022 - i'm happy to say we've been talking consistently on discord since then. i feel a little weird speaking too intimately about our friendship as it is now since it's not just my story to tell (though pyrr, if you're reading this) (i'm sure you are at some point) (you're welcome to talk about it however, i just didn't want to without consulting you) but i can say with some certainty that it's at least a little bit my fault that we have a sequel now - cementing my place as official number #1 fan and validating the me from almost 8 years ago in a way i don't think either of us processes well.

it's here that i feel the need to talk about my other dear friend, @hws-lceland , who i'm grateful to have met through the zine's discord server. i'm sure they're reading this too, and a lot of what our relationship means to me is stuff that's probably a bit too vulnerable for either of us to speak publicly, but i *can* say that i love them very much, and i'm really grateful to have someone else to understand, and that he read SoS for me. i thought he needed it, and i hope i was right

sendlingur is...endlessly important to me. i'm aiming to not write an essay here (a goal i think i've already sorta shot in the foot) but i think it's important for me to talk about some of this a little loudly, all the same. my writing has changed because of the series - remeeting with pyrr and showing them some of my more recent work was interesting since it was apparent even to them the influences i'd taken (to be fair, in one section i explicitly asked and did borrow a format of theirs, but this goes beyond that). when i was 16 i asked my mum to read the fic in a desperate bid to be understood. i've cried reading the fic many, many times. i've signed off letters and poems with my switched around version of i'm sorry / thank you / i love you (i swap the first two around) many, many, many times, including in a close friend's wedding gift. SoS has very sincerely changed my definition of love. the name halle is a part of my abstract mindscape. id already considered changing my name to johannes anyway and this fic certainly didnt help. i've gained a friendship of 7 and a half years through it. i've gained another newer one now, too. i am not well. i wasn't well then, reading it, and it hasn't fixed me (i am worse, now, arguably), but it healed something, or at least made me feel understood. i could go on, and maybe sometime i will (there were so many things i wanted to include in my piece and pay homage to!), but for now i will thank anyone who took the time to read all this (again), and say that i look forward to experiencing the sequel

as always, i'm sorry, thank you, i love you

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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New York

Synopsis: Harry finally convinces his girl to come to see him play in New York

Ps: This is after Harry said publicly that he's got a girlfriend, YN and Him wrote Harry's House together.

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YN has never been out of Europe.

The only time she even stepped a foot out of England was when Harry took her to the Louvre museum on an impromptu weekend vacation. It was difficult for her to manage vacations, especially with work and stuff.

But she was now going to New York on her own. She was going to shit her pants but she had ber boyfriend on her mind. He had offered to send in his private jet for her but she refused and booked the flight herself. She would have felt too bad if he paid for everything though she knew he wouldn't mind. He didn't pressured her either knowing very well he'll have his way with her in many different ways.

Harry has been going around talking to everyone on his crew that his girlfriend is coming over and how excited he is. Especially last night's show because she's going to be there the next one, watch him perform songs they wrote together. Though it won't be the first time.

This morning he drive to airport himself, an hour early and waited for her there.

YN on the other hand has been very anxious the entire flight. Especially because she was clearly sandwiched between two of Harry's fans. And she's hundred percent shre that there are more in the front and the back row. Yes, no one has really seen her face but it still made her anxious, especially hearing those girls talking about how stupid it was that Harry wrote an Album about his ex (or exes in speculation) with his alleged girlfriend. How none of them would allow that to happen if their boyfriend were to write song about his past relationships with them.

His fans have been nothing but kind to her, online, or that she hasn't come around the hate yet. Her algorithm loved her enough to not show her any hate, but only the sweet things his fans were tweeting about her the day Harry's appearance on Graham Norton show aired. None of them took sneaky pictures of her, or tried to harras her or anything like that. Even the fans who'd visit her cafe are nothing but little sweethearts.

But YN slept through it when those girls finally stopped talking. She was still going be jetlagged for sure.

Half an hour before the flight one of the girl noticed that YN was wearing one of Harry's old merch. It was an old hoodie he gave her before leaving for his US tour, she loved how worn out and loved the fabric felt against her body. And as stupid and naïve it sounds, she wore it to bed every night because it made her feel that he's next to her. It's been a two weeks over a month since his tour began.

"Oh my god, Hi!" The blonde chirped, "are you going to see Harry too?"

YN took off her earphones even though she had nothing playing that moment, "I, uh, yeah." She nodded hesitantly.

"Awesome! Are in the pit? Or the balcony? We can all go together!" She went on.

"I, ehm, I am at the very back." YN lied, Harry would probably have her stand in the pit or the family section in the balcony if there was any.

"Oh the nosebleeds!" The girl with red dyed hair exclaimed as if she felt bad for her, Did you got last in the Ticketmaster list?"

"Oh, yeah!" YN nodded trying to be as confident as possible.

And that was that for their interaction on the flight. She waited for the crowd to get off first before she grabbed her carry on bag and walked around herself. She called Harry to let him know that she'd landed safely and would be taking a cab to his LA house.

"Hey," she said a little suspiciously as he answered her call in the first ring.

"Hello, my sweet girl!" He exclaimed, "I'm waiting for you out side come on out."

He already knew she landed? Well, of course she called him!

"Are you here to pick me?" She chuckled.

"Yes, it would've been very rude of me to let my girl take a cab when I can drive her myself." His voice always sounded extra deep and raspy on the call.

"Well, you didn't had to. You know your fans are flying in from all over the world. There were a few on the flight. I don't want you to be bombarded by people this early in the morning." She ranted, waiting for her suitcase impatiently. The more she heard him talk, the more she wanted to hug him.

"I don't mind, now come on out so I can kiss you!" he whined through the phone.

"Just getting my suitcase," she finally saw the yellow suitcase she bought last minute on the conveyor belt. "Five minutes." She hung up the call and walked out to the exit. Not exactly knowing how to navigate her way out she just following the people she saw pn her flight, she'll surely find a way out of the airport.

And she did and immediately spotted Harry talking to a few people, he held his phone in his hand. Dressed his grey hoodie and black bikers shorts with his red shoes he often wears to gym. He was smiling as he talked to the girls who were on the plan with her, his dimples denting deep in his cheeks but not enough to make the crinkles appeare by his eyes. He just waved them bye before the girls left him alone.

YN knew he was going to bump into them.

He rushed towards the exit when he finally saw his girl walking out, rolling the yellow suitcase. Beaming he pulled her right in his arms in a tight embrace.

"Hey you!" She chuckled, wrapping her own arms around his neck.

"Hey you," he mumbled back pulling away just enough to look at her, he pressed his mouth on hers in a tender kiss. "I missed you!" He hugged her again.

"I missed you so much!" She reciprocated, her voice sounded more watery to her surprise.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't having a hard time coping around now that he's back in tour. Especially since her parents got to know about them, they've been giving her a hard time. Plus the things she heard on the flight have been getting to her slowly.

"Baby are you crying?" He cooed, rubbing her back, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just missed tou so much!" She mumbled now not even trying to hold back the crying weight in her voice.

"It's okay, we're together now baby." He assured her, "you want to go to our hotel now, hm?"

"Mhmm." She agreed. He kissed her cheek before reluctantly pulling away from the embrace. He took both her bags and had her tucked under his arm as he walked them both to his car. He plopped the bags in the back seat before he opened the door for her, that's when he saw her crying.

"Did you miss me this much?" He teased her, reaching to wipe her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "I'm not going anywhere, coming right back home to you!"

"I know." She whined sheepishly.

"I love you." He smiled.

"I love you." She leaned into his touch. He gave her another kiss on the forehead before he opened the door for her to the passenger seat and drive to his hotel.

Harry knows she doesn't cry, unless she's watching Brave or any other Disney or a Marvel movie. He is jealous how she deals situations under pressure calmly. So seeing her in tears today made his heart sink to his stomach. Yeah, there is not always happy times and laughs and giggles, it's just rare to see her cry that all.

If he sits down to tally the times there have crying times out of being overwhelmed, he'd be the one winning. And never once did she made him feel bad for having his breakdowns.

"How was your flight baby?" He asked.

"It was good." She nodded.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," she nodded again chuckling, "I'm just tired."

"How about we take a nice warm bath before breakfast?" He suggested, "Sarah is excited to see you tonight."

"She texted me before I got on the flight to have a safe flight." YN smiled, "I can't wait to see her either!" Her and Sarah have become best friends from the first few times they met, especially through the writing sessions for Harry's House.

"What about me, aren't you excited to see your boyfriend?" He pouted.

"I see you all the time," she shrugged, "I don't see Sarah that often."

He gasped, "I wasn't crying just five minutes ago!"

"I am just joking Harry," she chuckled, "I missed you a lot!" She grabbed his free hand lacing their fingers together.

"And I missed you too." He beamed.

Today is Harry's day off. He usually goes out golfing or do some outdoor activities. But he was going to spend it with his girl inside today, doing all the indoor activities. He ran them both a nice warm bath right after their little love making session in the bathroom. He'd come to figure that warm baths help her loosen up, especially after a stressful day, not just physically for her arthritis but also mentally. She has told him that, plus it was as cold in New York as it was in London. And later bundle up in bed under the blanket.

"Do you want to go somewhere later today?" He asked just to be sure he's not holding her back. It's her first time in the city.

"Not today but, I want to Central Park though." YN shared, leaning into as he wrapped her up in his arms in a blanket burrito they're both now.

"We can go there the day after tomorrow, yeah?" He suggested, earning a quiet hum from her. "You never told me what happened on the flight?"

"I told you, it was good." She shared. That made him lift his head back to glare at her with squinted eyes. "Okay, it wasn't but I don't want to complain about it!"

"Don't, just share it with me." He shrugged, simply. It was that dimple?

"There were some girls sitting next to me, talking about how stupid it is that you wrote the album about your past relationships with your girlfriend, and how none of them would let that happen with them. I mean, write songs with their boyfriend about their ex and shit. It's okay, though." She explained, feeling stupid to talk about this. "And they saw me wearing your hoodie and asked if I was going to your concert and stuff. I said yes, they said I should join them but I told them I am at the very back."

"Did they not recognise you?" He was actually surprised because just when YN boarded her flight the little Behind The Album was released on his YouTube and she is in it, as they're writing Love Of My Life in the studio.

"No," she shook her head. And honestly she's glad they didn't recognise her because she really felt unsafe for many reasons in that setting.

"Oh baby, please don't let it get to you, hm?" He cooed to her, "I know it's the worst thing, but not everyone is gonna like us, or be happy because we are together. I am sorry you had to sit through all that, and it's really not stupid that we made an Album together which is now nominated for Grammys!"

"I know, I know, really didn't meant to cry like that. I've been really overwhelmed lately that's all."

"It's okay to cry, you tell me all the time!" He chuckled softly seeing the soft pout on her lips, "I think this album is the best thing which has happened to me because I got to know you so much more. And I've got you all to myself now!"

"I should say that." Her cheeks heated up hearing him say that.

Both of them knew what each and every song on the album meant. Some were written for his second album which Harry talked to her about. Some they wrote together, some he wrote for her (few of which never made it to the album and were just for both of them).

"No, I feel very lucky and honoured that you're letting me be a part of your life, my love." His hand went up to cup her little chubby cheek, fingers resting just below her ear, "I want to spend the rest of my days with you... And nights."

"I love you so much, Harry!" That made emotional all over again, "I think I'm gonna start my period."

He giggled, "I love you so much more, my sweet girl!" She gave him a firm kiss on his mouth. The door bell rang interrupting their moment.

It was their breakfast. They had breakfast in bed and watched YN's favourite movie all time, Matilda.

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The very next day, YN accompanied Harry to the sound check.

Harry sometimes forgets that his girl can chaotic and hyper sometimes. Today, especially she got her a drink from Starbucks with Sarah and forgot to get it decaf, so both of them were on Caffeine high the entire time.

"You're going to hurt yourself!" Harry called for Sarah and YN chasing each other with the electric scooters they found at the venue. His drummer just flipped him off. The pit was completely empty.

"Don't be a party pooper!" Even Naomi joined them both.

"Where are you getting these scooters from?" Harry was confused, he propped his mic back on the stand and walked down the stage with Pauli, who got his hands on the last scooter. "Hey, I want one too!"

"No!" YN zoomed past him.

"Share it with me!" He started running after her, obviously she's on a scooter but he caught her, making her scooter come to an hault.

"Alright, get on." She offered. He stepped on the scooter behind her.

"You're going too fast!" He squealed, scared they might crash or fall down.

"You wanted to share," she reminded him. They circled around the stage in the pit for next fifteen minutes, before Harry felt like he was going to throw up. Lloyd was there taking their pictures, Harry's gonna ask for all of the pictures with his girl. They all calmed down eventually and just walked around a little, helping the crew place little posters and Boas on the seats for the fans in the balcony.

"I never imagined it to be that big!" YN pointed out the banner with her boyfriend's name and his achievement on it hanging in the venue. It was his first time playing back in Maddison Square Garden after the banner was installed.

"Yeah, it's quite surreal." Harry commented, glancing up at the banner.

They went back to his dressing room. It was very zen in the room. A sofa which goes everywhere with Harry on the tour, and few pillows, one of which was YN's he took from her flat the first time he left for tour after they started dating. He said it was like taking a piece of her with him.

A blue humidifier on the coffee table, a wheeled closet get wide open with a bunch of patterned and leather pants and T-shirts, sets of jackets and vest suits with his Gucci shoes. Harry Lambert was helping him put together an outfit for tonight.

"What do you think baby?" Harry asked, holding up brown leather pants and a yellow T-shirt with brown polka dots on it. YN didn't liked it to say the least, but she didn't know how to tell him.

"Baby doesn't like it." Lambert commented already getting to pick another fit, making her laugh.

"I like the green and brown jacket and pants." She pointed out.

"Don't feel like being half naked today." Harry giggled. "Do you want to help?"

"Mhmm." YN helped her boyfriend pick an outfit, Lambert left them to themselves. She picked a blue shirt with a red heart in the middle and matching baby blue leather pants. "This is so cute!"

"Yeah, you want one?" He asked her admiring the teddy on of the shirts from his Gucci collection.

"Hah! It's too expensive."

"Who said we have to pay for it?" He shrugged, "I'll ask Lamby to get you one tomorrow."

"No you won't." She warned him, "anyway, are you going to wear this?"

"Yeah," he nodded in agreement, to wear the blue outfit she picked for him.

"Watch your fans praise you the fit." She grinned proudly. He just shakes his head as he shut the door to change up, he stripped down to his boxers. Even she likes to grill him on his new outfits for the shows with his fans. It's all jokes.

"Are you still coming to the Grammy's with me, love?" He asked, now getting dressed he caught her taking sneaky pictures of him in just his leather pants, "why don't you ask me to pose for you?" He posed for her with his hands on his hips all his tattoos on show with hickeys she left just this morning on his neck and collar bones, making her giggle.

"I'm gonna put it on my wallpaper." She announced.

"It's only fair if I get to have your topless picture of you on my wallpaper." He smirked, pulling off the shirt from it's hanger and pull it over his head. She scoffed.

"Ehm, no?"

"Ehm, yes!" He challenged her, rushing towards her he attacked her with tickles.

"Harry stop!" She squealed, squirming under his touch.

"Come on lemme have a little glance." He teased as his finger tips dug in her sides gently.

"No, you had a glance this morning." She laughed with her eyes shit closed, out of breath already. Harry felt pitty and stopped beaming at her. "You're annoying!" She laughed still recovering from a tickle attack, she found him basically straddling her thighs.

"Am I?" He pouted, "but you still love me."

"Mhmm." She lets out a sigh.

"Gimme a kiss now." He demanded already leaning towards her with her face cupped between his hands, he pressed a soft kiss on her mouth. "You're cold." He commented.

"Yeah, you've got the AC on blast." She reminded him.

"I'm sorry, I'll turn it off." He got up from literally hovering her to reach for the remote to turn the air condition off for her. He fetched her jumper for her. "This dress really looks pretty on you baby." He pointed out for the fifth time today.

Harry hardly sees her in dresses, because most of the time she's at work and it's not very comfortable for her to move around in dress while working. So as cliche as it sounds he really loves it when she wear dresses. And she's been going off about the dress she's got on now since she found it at a thrift store she went to just before she came to New York.

"You told me that already Harry," she looked down at her dress, her cheeks turning flush as her palms smooth over the fabric covering her form. He remembered she did the exact same thing when he went to pick her up for their first date and he complimented the jumper she was wearing.

The knock on the door caught their attention.

"You're cute." He pecked her forehead quickly before he went to answer the door. It was Sarah.

"YN, would you mind helping me with my hair? Naomi is helping Elin and we have to be on stage in twenty." She said and glanced at Harry, "can I steal her for a moment please?"

"You've already stole her!" He scoffed jokingly, his faux-upset face was hilariously adorable.

"I'll be there, Sarah." YN nodded, the brunette gave her a thumbs up before she walked back to her green room. "You have to be in the box, get your mic transmitter on."

"Oh yeah," Harry realised he still had to do his hair, put on his rings and get his mic transmitter fixed on him. "I'll see you out, okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, leaning forward to ask for a kiss with pouty lips and kitten eyes. Honestly she didn't wanted to leave his side but she also promised her friend to help her.

"You'll have me tonight, and tomorrow, darling." He assured her, of course giving her the kiss she was silently begging for, "go help her now, hm?" He's got a premier of his new Marvel movie and she was going to be date tomorrow night.

"Yeah," she nodded making her way out.

"Oh wait, wear this. Don't want you getting sick." He fetched her jumper again, "it's gonna be cold at back."

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"Be careful." Harry's guard warned him but it was too late he hit his head on the box.

"You okay?" YN rushed towards him.

"Yeah, yeah don't worry." He laughed as he didn't hurt himself at all.

"Best of luck." YN smiled blowing him a little kiss before he was being rolled in the box to the stage as the band was already on the stage. She followed Jeffery and Glenn outside. Harry was on the stage in no time.

Already three songs in, his fans started to notice YN in the pit with Glenn beside her. She was already feeling the cameras and eyes on her.

"Do you want to go get a drink?" Glenn offered already seeing her anxious.

"Mhmm." She nodded and followed her to go get drinks. Now that put her to ease, Harry was reading a few signs and talking to fans all the attention was on him, as it should be.

"The next song is really, really special. Wrote it with three of my best friends, Miss YN..." Harry started making the crowd scream he chuckled upon mention of her name, "yeah, let's have a cheer for her!" He hyped the crowd, "and I also wrote this song with Tom and Tyler. If you know the words to this one please do join!"

He started with As It Was, as always it was a blast of a song to play. YN noticed few girls walking upto the barricade by the back of the where she was stood along with Harry's friends, the same girls who were on the flight with her talking shit about her relationship like they know it inside out first hand. It made her heart beating like a race horse. Jeffery approached the girls, it looked like they said they wanted to talk to her because he called her over.

"Oh my god, Hi!" The blonde girl greeted her the same way she did on the flight, "I literally had no idea you were The YN! You were literally so sweet, we just wanted to say Hi."

"Oh hello," YN smiled, "thank you so much, you're so sweet!" Her experience working at a cafe came handy in moments like these.

"You know them?" Jeffery asked.

"We were on the flight together," YN shared.

"Yeah, please tell Harry we said we love him!" The brunette said to Harry's manager.

"Sure will." Jeffery smiled and escorted YN back to where everyone was stood.

As much as people might hate this man, he's grown to be a good friend of YN. He's protective of her like an older brother. Like the way her own brother was never protective of her. And she respects Jeffery so much for that. He has been nothing but sweet and kind to her since the day Harry decided he wanted to take her around his friends, who definitely were so much different than her. Never once anyone made her feel small about her, or talk bad or even judge her when she told them what did for living. Unlike her own family she was born and brought up in.

YN loved everyone, especially Sarah! She's like the sweetest little being YN has come across in years!

Through out the show, more of Harry's fans came over to talk to her. Some even asked for pictures to which she politely declined to because she did not felt comfortable enough. There were just couple of people who looked at her weird but all of them were nothing but respectful towards her. Many were filming her. Especially when Harry sang Matilda and she was crying as Glenn hugged her warmly, she wasn't the only one crying there. Even Harry was teary eyed at some point. But YN had a great time, dancing and jamming to her boyfriend putting on one of his best shows. He was extra happy today because she was there, he said to her before he got on the stage. He even performed Kiwi twice, it was the last show of the tour anyway.

At the end, YN followed Harry's body guard out to where his car was waiting for him before Harry ran down the stairs. He had his mic transmitter removed and handed over to the technician.

"Did you enjoyed the show?" Be asked, opened the car door for her to the passenger side.

"I did," she nodded and got in, "thank you." He kissed her cheek before he'd shut the door and run to the driver's side.

"Well, I did my best!" He grinned making her smile too. She looked more exhausted as he had adrenaline pumping through.

"I think I started my period." She shared with a sheepish smile on her face, she haven't got any period products on her, not even at the hotel.

"Did you wanted to use the restroom back at the venue?" He asked, worried that he'd dragged her with him.

"No, I, I don't have pads on me." She mumbled but he heard her.

"Okay, we'll drive to the store first." He announced making a turn. "Did you not get any with you?"

"I forgot to pack some with me."

"That's okay, we'll get you some." He assured her. "Do you need the pain medication too?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. He parked by the nearest convenient store.

"Let's get icecream too." He suggested, walking both of them to the frozen food aisle. He picked out her favourite flavour and few of her other favourite snacks, before they both headed to the til and head back to their hotel.

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The very next morning, Harry ordered breakfast in. He waited for her to get off the phone with her mum.

He have noticed her family's been after her since the day they visited to see her grandma. Yeah, her family doesn't approve of Harry.

It was like he got hit in face with a bucket of ice water when he was so upset why his girlfriend didn't wanted him to meet her family.

Whilst her grandma didn't care, well, she was sick so why would she, her parents were not impressed by her choice of man to be with. Her parents have been bugging her to go move back in with them because it isn't really appropriate for girls to live alone when they're not married. Bullshit, he called it.

That's the reason why YN moved to Hampstead with Brielle and her mum making an excuse of wanting to go to a different school at 16, and she never went back. It didn't seem problematic to Harry until she told him she have been living away from her parents since highschool. But she makes it seem like it's not a big deal.

Apparently YN even had to lie about her degree until the day she graduated, her parents thought she was getting a law degree this whole time along with Brielle.

They even thought she was making up excuses and lying about her chronic pain to avoid dance classes for the longest. Which was the hardest one to swallow. It made sense to him why she didn't wanted to dump all of this on him at the very beginning of their relationship.

Whilst her older brother, Asher, seemed the most understanding one, he was also the only person who was nice to Harry. They actually sat down after breakfast at YN's parents' with tea and had a nice chat. Her little Niece and Nephews were making a chaos in the backyard though.

"I apologise for anything our parents say to you, Harry." Asher began when they sat down.

"No, why are you apologising?" Harry was genuinely confused for a bit there.

"I talked to them after YN told me about you two dating, least to say they have been bickering with her to move back in." The brown eyed man said, "they have their many reasons, one of which you're closer to age to me than you're to her. But I don't see any problem there she's a grown up, and you really make her happy I've figured."

"I see," Harry nodded, letting it all sink in. He really makes her happy? That really warmed his heart. Yeah, he is quite a bit older than YN but he is younger than her brother but she doesn't see a problem with that, that's all that matters to him.

"Just don't pay a mind to them, they fear YN anyway." Asher smiled. And they went on to talk about careers and stuff for the time being. "I apologised because you're going to be my future brother-in-law. Right?"

Harry smiled at the thought, "In future, yeah! But please, treat me as your friend."

And yes, her parents did talk shit about him. But not to his face, they were being petty nice to him. No wonder why YN didn't wanted to stay at theirs for even one night. It wasn't as bad as his subconscious made it out to be though.

"Hey, what happened?" He cooed watching YN throw her phone on their hotel bed. "C'mere, my love." Grabbing a gentle hold of her hand he made her sit on his lap, tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Same old, same old." She sighed leaning into him.

"It's okay, love." He assured her, "just don't pay a mind to them. You're happy, aren't you?"

"Very!" She affirmed.

"That's all should matter." He smiled a dimply grin at her. "Is there anything else she said?"

"She was reminding me how you're gonna leave me."

"Never gonna do that, you know that right?" He rushed, "it's gonna take a lot to get rid of me, baby girl."

"Oh don't call me that!" She scolded him whining. "I'm not planning to get rid of you, ever!"

"Good." He smiled, "don't cry my love!"

"I just want them to stop and just leave me alone for gods sake!" The lump of a cry in her throat was starting to hurt the more she tried to hold it back, "they can't let me be happy for once. They're being so disrespectful towards you, towards me, towards us. That's not fair!"

"I know baby that not." He cooed, his voice soft and low, "I don't care what they think about me anymore, all I care about you and what we have. They talk all the bad stuff they want, doesn't matter to me. We know what have is right, special and sacred to us. And most importantly I love you too much to even care about what people have to say. I've said this before, not everyone in this world is gonna like us. But that's okay. We can still co-exist with peace. They're your parents and it's gonna be hard to cut them off- if that's what you want, I'm never gonna suggest that. But I want you to know that I'll be there with you to support you through everything, because I care for you and I love you."

"I love you too!" She sobbed hugging him tightly, "you're making me cry!"

"It's alright." He lets outs soft and quiet breath of a laugh. "You can cry and let it all out." She felt take in a deep breath, "not don't you dare blame it on your period."

"I wasn't!" She pouted, he smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on her tear soaked cheek.

"Do you wanna eat? Our breakfast is getting cold, do you want to eat now?" Swiping off tears from her face he peppered her with many more little pecks.

"Mhmm, I'm hungry."

"That's my baby" With a pat on her bum he urged her up so they can both go and sit at the table to eat. "Got your favourite."

Later in the morning, Lambert came over with Harry's fit and to YN's surprise, a dress for her too. Apparently Harry had Alessandro make a custom dress for her but it wasn't done on time, So Mr. Lamby went on a little shopping spree, he got YN a red blouse with puffy sleeves made of a flowy fabric and a pair of black pants with black loafers to go with it.

"Harry, why did you-" YN looked Lambert Interrupting herself.

"I charged it on Harry's card, don't you worry love." Lambert assured her which made her glare at her boyfriend.

"Haz, why? I already got an outfit." She turned to her boyfriend who was very confused on whether he should wear a undershirt or a tank top underneath his blazer.

"Baby it's okay. I wanted to match!" He whined. He'd got a red and gold suit custom made for himself to fit for his movie character, Eros. "Please wear it? For me, please!"

"I think you should YN," Lambert suggested, "you'll look amazing in this."

"Okay." She agreed because she has got no other choice, or she'd be making her boyfriend upset. She changed into the clothes Lambert got her. Harry was already dressed, he did his own hair and put on some concealer under his eyes and on little spots like all of the make up artists he's had over the years did. All he needed was to put on his blazer.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He sounded, buttoning his cuffs.

"I don't - would you mind braiding my hair?" She asked.

"Don't you want to style them baby?" He walked in the bathroom where she was.

"Well, I have never tried to before so I don't know." She shrugged, looking at him through the mirror. He looked perfect with his red pants on a gold, glittery shirt.

"Hmm, do you want to style your hair or wear it in a braid?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Then just wear it as it is, you look pretty with whatever." He smirked a cheeky smile.

"No, but wouldn't it be too weird? My hair is all weird and half wavy and half straight." She pointed out.

"That okay."

"It's not. For me." She pouted, "suggest me something else please!"

"Okay, lemme help you curl them then, have a seat." He gestured her to sit on the closed toilet seat. Brought out the hair straightener he keeps with him and some heat protecting products. "We've got an hour left till we leave." He announced. It was enough time.

Now he's seen his sister and mum do this all the time growing up, even his past partners and even friends. So it was a second nature cor him to curl her hair which fell down to waves almost immediately, her hair was completely opposite of his.

"Don't burn my hair, Haz, please!" She requested as he got to the second to last strand of hair and she started seeing smoke coming out of the hair iron.

"Don't worry baby, it's not your hair." Be assured her, "it's the product I put in your hair."

"I am still scared!" She cringed hearing the little clicking sounds of her hair falling down from the flat iron in her ear.

"All the more pretty." He commented, "look." He urged her up so she can take a look at his masterpiece. It really did looked good. No wonder he's so good at doing his own hair. All she has been doing is wearing her hair in a simple, boring braid her whole life. Who knew a few waves in her hair would make her all that more confident in herself. "You like it?"

"I love it!" She beamed at him through the mirror.

"It's not done yet." He warned her, grabbing the hair spray he got into the hairdresser action. Fluffing up the waves as he prayed in the product. "Now it's done!"

"Oh my god, thank you Harry!" She exclaimed, "I don't think I can afford to pay you though."

He shrugged, "I'll take my payment in kisses tonight." With that a gentle peck was placed on her red painted lip. "It's good to keep your payment options versatile when it's your girlfriend."

"Mhmm, I see." She nodded mumbling against his mouth, "do I get a discount?"

"We'll negotiate it later." He was rewarded with another kiss.

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"We see that Angelina Jolie brought her kids, Gemma Chan brought her sister with her as her date, who does Harry Styles have with him?" The interviewer asked, who obviously saw his brief interraction with his girl who was stood with Jeffery for the time being. "Did you bring your wife with you?"

"Yeah," he admitted not even trying to correct the lady there, that was going to be true in very near future. His fans can have a field day with this information if they like. "Yeah, she did came with me." He did not hesitate to glance at his girl fangirling over Gemma in the corner next to Jeffery. She's gonna have a field day when she finally gets to meet Angelina later.

Luckily the interviewer moved on to talk about the movie with him. He moved on to the next person, who also asked about YN but refered to her as his girlfriend which he didn't bother to comment on either. He was having with Interviews today, especially when the third and last one called YN his Fiancé. Alas, he got to be reunited with his girl.

He was away from her for three hours okay!

That's far too long. He had to leave from the hotel alone unless he wanted to walk the red carpet with YN, he would if she felt comfortable enough with it. He didn't force her and let her go with Jeffery.

It was one of the best evenings he's had in a long time. His girlfriend really enjoyed the movie sat next to him in the cinema hall. It really warmed his heart.

YN also got along with Gemma Chan so well they even exchanged numbers and Instagrams. Gemma promised YN that she'll let her know whenever she's in town to visit her cafe. Well, least to say YN almost passed out fangirling the moment Gemma moved on to talk to others.

"Oh my god, she's real!" YN exclaimed looking at her boyfriend who was giggling.

"I know." He nodded, "you're enjoying your time so far, baby?"

"Very!" She agreed without any hesitation. There was little dinner after words which she enjoyed as well.

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It was the next morning and least to say, his fans were going crazy online, according to Jeffery.

But they still went out like he promised her before they flew back home. They went to the Central Park and the Zoo, did all the touristy stuff for her. It was pretty crowded there but not enough to suffocate you.

"Mommy!" A little high pitched voice crying was audible in the loud crowd of people moving around. It caught YN's attention.

"Did you hear that?" YN asked Harry, finally saw the little head of brown hair. Harry was confused at the little four year old didn't hesitate to run to his girlfriend and wrap her arms around her legs.

"Find my mommy please!" She cried.

YN seemed more calm to him than he thinks she in from the inside, and as confused as she was. Harry had no idea how they're gonna find this kid's mother who is clinging onto his girlfriend. He wanted to help her.

"Hey, it's okay little dove." YN assured her crouching to match her height, "don't cry. What's your name?"

"Emma." The little girl let out a soft sob.

"Okay Emma, we're going to find your Mummy." She assured the little girl. "Okay, ehmm..." She looked at Harry who was crouched by the little girl too. She seemed scared of his for some reason and moved closer to YN, "No, it's okay. You want some water?"

"Mhmm." Emma nodded and took the bottle from YN.

"Do you know your Mummy's phone number, we can call to her on?" She asked.

"Baby she looks to be about four." Harry reminded her.

"Kids now a days know their parents' number." YN said and looked back at the little girl. She had a little Mickey Mouse purse on her which YN checked and found a tiny note pad in, with a number. "Look, we'll call your Mummy okay? Don't cry now, hmm?" She held the little girl close to her and called her mother from her phone. Who came over to pick her daughter in no time, all frantic.

The lady had two more kids with her, no wonder why she lost one. But she was thanking YN hysterically crying, before they left.

"How did you know that?" Harry was surprised.

"You know my cafe is closer to two schools, and we surve out doors too. Well, we've had many stressed out and burnt out parents almost forgetting their kids there." She shared, "luckily all the little kids I've dealt with were in their school uniform and had their parents contact on their school IDs. Emma luckily had the little note pad on her, or else I was about to go to every corner and find her mother."

"Awh! You're so sweet baby!" He cooed, a breath of a giggle sounding through his chest as he pulled her in a hug.

"Just traumatised." She shrugged, "even I got lost when I was like five when my mum was picking me up from school."

"No, how?" He never thought she'd be the one to get lost as a kid, it's not something to think about. But she drives without a GPS which says a lot.

"It was back when we lived in India. My school was in a like a huge campus, so there was a huge rush and I didn't liked to hold my mum's had whilst walking." She smiled sheepishly, "so I ran back to my teacher in school and she called my mum there." He laughed at the story. It was adorable how she was smart enough to run back to her school and ask her teacher for help.

"You're a smart one," he booped her nose with his pointer finger, having her tucked under his arm as they made their way out of the zoo. Harry did spied a few cameras around which annoyed the shit out of him but he was successful enough to conceal his frustration. They went to eat and back to hotel as YN started feel her cramps kicking back in.

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Harrysleftshoe SHUT UP! HARRY IS MARRIED?!?!! WHEN DID THAT HAPPENED???

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User1 wtf? When did that happen???

User2 He literally chose to not correct the interviewer. That's so harry of him.

User3 Nour! The other one call his partner his Fiancé and he didn't say anything! 😭

User4 He's so sick in the head for not telling us anything.

User5 He's so for real for this. Harry literally tell your fans nothing! We love your girlie no matter what!

User6 So you're telling me he secretly got married? 🥺

User7 Awww I'm so happy for him!!!

User8 He's gay! Get over it!

User9 It's a PR stunt. Get over it!

User10 User9 Literally, how it is a PR stunt when we don't even know her name yet? She's not famous!

User11 No, he's so cheeky. But his girl is so pretty 🥺 I wanna hug her and apologise for all the hate comments she gets

User12 SHE'S SO FUCKING GORGEOUS! HARRY YOU'RE ONE LUCKY MF

User13 Nah! This can't be real. Remember he said, what we see is just work? Yeah, it's clearly a PR

User14 User13 literally stfu. What have we seen. He's talked about her all for two times and they've been together for almost three years. Go get a fucking job!

User15 This makes me so happy!

IndianHarrie Y'all know that it's gonna big fat brown wedding. If he got married we'd know. So calm your tits! He just doesn't want to talk about his relationship!

User17 For real! If he talks about her, it's a PR. When he didn't talk about her, he was embarrassed of her. Get a grip for fucks sake!

User18 Wait, I've seen this man at the Central Park zoo the other day. My daughter got lost in the crowd and his wife helped her find me. They're both literally the sweetest. God bless the lovely couple with eternal love and abundance of joy! I don't know why people are hating on such a sweet girl.

User19 User18 Omg! They're so sweet for doing that.

User20 This man is such a good secret keeper. I love him!

User21 Anygays, you know what is today's date? 👀

User22 User21 *a GIF of Harry saying 'Shut up!'*

User23 He was way better with Kendall.

User24 User23 Ew! Stop, don't compare his current girlfriend to that. 🤢

User25 User24 Why are being a hater? You don't have to be so mean, Kendall is a human too!

User26 User25 Yeah she is, a shitty one to be more specific.

User27 Anyway, he wrote a whole album for Camille and more songs about her are on Harry's House which he wrote with her. Haha! I would be so pissed if my boyfriend did that. She's not his type anyway.

User28 Y'all seriously need to leave Harry and his girl alone. Y'all literally ship him with every white, blonde older woman he's pictured with but he admits to be dating someone who's a POC. Y'all are fucking racists!

User29 We 👏 Stand 👏 with 👏 Harry's 👏 girl 👏

User30 See this shows how y'alls feeling for Harry is not real, when y'all are not ready to support him when he's actually happy. He has been looking the healthiest since we have literally known him! Get a fucking life.

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monsterfloofs · 1 month

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Vampire Ramble - A Late Night Bite >8)

The wind was howling, a steady hum of noise that made you wonder when rain was going to come. Couldn't sleep, wide awake, a mix of alertness and a drowsy unease. Then the rain began, softly drumming against the house as the wind continued to whirr and whistle. You close your eyes, beyond those two distinct sounds, almost left unheard was a distinct tapping against the window.

You roused reluctantly from bed, walking towards it, what looked like murky darkness outside began to change as your eyes slowly carved out features. A figure was outside, so close to the glass pane that it made you jump. A hand tapping impatiently against the glass.

"Oh!" You threw up the sash, as a bedraggled form slid inside.

"I didn't realize you would come tonight, would you er. . . like a towel?"

There was an indignant sniff from the shadowy figure, "That would be appreciated, yes."

You nod, and trot from your room, a soft orange glow illuminating the bathroom just enough that you can grab a fresh towel and head back. The figure murmured a word of thanks before throwing the towel over their head, fussing with their hair.

You sat upon the bed, hands resting on your knees.

The figure shifted, and you watched the towel being pulled down and folded.

"Just like before?" The figure inquired, a tone of softness in their voice that made you prickle.

"N-no. Laying down made me nervous. I'll sit this time, thank you."

"Sitting is a bit messier, are you alright with that?"

"Mhm, I don't mind."

The bed creaked, cold fingers pull your hair back from your throat. You take a deep breath, and wait. There was the initial feeling of them leaning in close, that sensation fueled the anxious instinct to jerk away from them. You stayed still and unmoving, fingers itching, scratching at the soft pad of your thumb as you waited. Your eyes twitched closed as your throat felt pressure and then a burn of pain. Your hands clenched, fingertips digging into your palm. You fought back the feeling of wanting to swallow, time began to blur, one sluggish second after another ticked by until you felt a chaste kiss against your throat and you suddenly could breathe again, making an involuntary gasp that had you wincing.

The damp towel was pressed against your neck, and your hands moved to hold onto it. Sitting there in the dark, fingertips barely touching with the person who sat next to you.

"Was it easier this time?" The shadowy face was unreadable, but the voice was tender, compassionate.

"Yeah," Your voice was slightly husky,

"Good," There was a pause, "Go to sleep dear, and thank you again for the treat tonight. Our next appointment can be October 13th, will that work for you. . .?"

"Write it down for me?" The sluggishness was taking over your brain, making you feel dizzy. "I don't think I'll be able to. . . remem. . . ber."

"Of course," They reply consolingly. A hand at the small of your back dipping you backwards into bed.

"Thank you," You whispered as sleep wrapped its arms around you.

"Oh no, thank you."

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Morning came sooner than expected, your neck was sore and you groaned, rubbing the back of your neck as you forced your eyes open.

Your hands reached to your phone to check the time before they patted around blindly on the bedside table. Expression brightening when your fingers grasped a crisp blue envelope. You brought it towards you, lifting the flap to take a peek at the content inside. Delight danced in your eyes, clutching the envelope to your chest and kicking your feet. Rent was made, more than just made, you had extra to spare. You felt your eyes prickle with tears of relief as you stared up at the ceiling.

It was considerably the strangest side job you had ever taken, but the benefits made it more than enough worthwhile.

"I have my own sugar Vladdy" You mumbled to yourself in disbelief, before laughing at the absurdity of it. Then wincing apologetically as laughing made your neck hurt.

"Ouch.

#Mere the addition of the term sugar vladdy was for you 🤣#floofyrambles #monster x reader #vampire x human #vampire x reader

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azzo0 · 4 months

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The following is a snippet from Always.

Summary: Bakugo wants to kiss the gloss off her lips.

Bakugo woke up extra early that morning since he had to get his gauntlets repaired and wanted them back by evening. He held one of his gauntlets under his arm, making his way to the support department to ask Power Loader to fix his gauntlets. Another reason why he came to school early was to study in peace. Tutoring his friends made him want to rip out his hair with how stupid they could be sometimes.

Unknown to him, a certain silver-eyed girl had the same plans. Sort of. Yoshiko sat on her usual seat in the empty classroom, math textbook and notebook opened in front of her. She arrived at class early to avoid running into Shinsou. She wasn't sure she wanted to bother looking at him just yet. And then there was Bakugo.

She couldn't get the way he gently held her out of her mind. Just thinking about it made her insides a mush again. She rarely cried in front of anyone. She refused to let her tears out. But when Bakugo suddenly pulled her into him, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore. He was so comforting.

She started daydreaming about his handsome face again, his maroon eyes, fluffy and spiky hair, and his delicate touch that wiped her eyes. Yoshiko grumbled to herself when she realised she'd begun daydreaming instead of focusing on the books in front of her, willing her heart to calm down.

He's so stupid. She aggressively jotted down formulas. Who does he think he is, making my heart race like that. Not that I'll let it happen again. He can't keep making me feel like that.

Yoshiko had moved on from thoughts of Bakugo and finally focused on her work, going along with the flow of the study session. That's until the boy she was daydreaming about a few seconds ago decided to show up. She felt the desk behind her shift and glanced back to see Bakugo. She gave him a blank look, expressions neutral.

"We havin' a staring challenge now?" Bakugo grimaced, annoyed when she simply stared and said nothing.

"Why are you here so early?"

"Had to get my gauntlet repaired." Bakugo huffed, taking out his math textbook from the bag.

"You're going to study math? I'm doing that too. Maybe we can study together." She said, getting up and turning her chair so it faced his desk.

"Nice try, I 'aint tutoring ya."

"I don't need tutoring." She scoffed, putting her notebook on his desk. Bakugo looked up from the pages he was flipping, taking a quick glance at her face. She looks pretty. She had her hair in two dutch braids, lazily sitting on her chest. He couldn't help but admire how the braid shifted from black to white. Then his eyes lingered on her clear-gloss-coated lips. Oh, God, that shine made him want to devour her lips.

"So, what chapter are you doing?" Yoshiko asked.

"Huh?"

"What chapter are you going to do? Or should I say it in English?" Bakugo rolled his eyes at her sassy attitude.

"Watch your mouth. I'm gonna do the third chapter." Bakugo skipped over to the topic exercise when an idea popped up in his head. "Oi. Let's do this exercise and see who gets the most answers right."

"And what does the winner get." She asked, clicking her pen.

"Free lunch from the loser, which, by the way, is you."

"Uno reverse, bitch. Bring it on."

"Heh."

They two fell into silence, solving the math exercise, doubling-checking every answer twice to make sure they got it right. Yoshiko liked the idea of studying with a challenge. It riled ber up. She also knew Bakugo was the only one with whom she could study like this. Because he, too, like her, had a love for challenges.

Bakugo looked up from his notebook when he heard Yoshiko crack her knuckles, biting her lip, eyes focused on her notebook. He held his pen in his fist, almost crushing it. Why did she have to wear gloss? It was distracting him.

"Why the fuck do you wear that?"

"Wear what?" Yoshiko frowned.

"Gloss." He stated.

"Because I don't want crusty lips like you?" She mocked with a mischievous grin.

"My lips aren't crusty, fuck you."

"Dudeski, the gloss is on my lips, not yours. Why does it bother you?"

"That's exactly why it fucking bothers me. Because it's on your lips." Bakugo said, locking his eyes with hers.

"Uhuh? If you want lipgloss like mine, just say so. I'll buy you one." Yoshiko said, unsure where the conversation was going. Bakugo smirked, leaning forward. Yoshiko was taken aback by this sudden movement.

"Oh, no." He said his voice husky, his nose inches apart from hers. "That's not how I want your lipgloss on my lips."

Yoshiko stared into his eyes in confusion. If he did not want her to buy him the same gloss as she wore, how else was he expecting to get the gloss she used on his lips? Realisation dawned on Yoshiko, and her lips parted in surprise. Did he mean he wanted her gloss on his lips by kissing her?! Was she looking too deep into things, and he actually meant that Yoshiko did not have to buy him a new one and just lend him the one she had in her bag right now?!

Yoshiko's cheeks flushed seven colours of red, her heart soaring up in the skies, but she did not break eye contact. Just when she said she wouldn't let herself feel this way again, he had to go and pull something flirty. Since when did he get so flirtatious? He wasn't like that when we first met, it's so unfair! He wants to tease me? Fine.

Bakugo was going to ask her if the cat got her tongue when, to his surprise, she tilted her head and leaned towards him, their noses now touching. "If you want my gloss by kissing it off me, be my guest, Bakugo Katsuki."

WHAT?! Bakugo internally screamed.

With how close they were now, Yoshiko almost wanted him to kiss her. She felt like her senses were clouded just from being this close to Bakugo as if he were some sort of drug she hadn't tried yet. Flinging her desire to kiss him aside, she continued to fluster him.

"Awh, what's wrong, Katsuki. Scared?" She leaned further into him, their lips dangerously close now. One wrong move, and they'd practically be kissing.

Bakugo didn't bother responding. Not when she was this close. His eyes were half-lidded, ready to push his lips onto hers when he heard the door sliding open.

Yoshiko and Bakugo pulled back at the speed of light and grabbed a book, each covering their faces with it, pretending to study while both flared bright red.

"Oh, hey! Didn't think you two would arrive to class on time." Sero chirped, walking up to the two.

"Mm, yeah." Yoshiko gave out a small response.

"Yes." Bakugo responded.

"You two are acting weird..." Sero said, shocked by how calm the two were. He caught how Bakugo was staring at a blank page, and Yoshiko was holding her math book upside down. "So... are you guys studying?"

"Mhm."

"Yes."

Sero noticed how both of them had red cheeks. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked back and forth between the two, letting out a gasp. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No. Fuck off!" The two yelled in unison.

"So I did walk in on something!" Sero exclaimed, slinging an arm around Bakugo. "Is our Bakugo finally growing up?"

"I will choke you with your own tape." Bakugo threatened.

"Since Bakugo refuses to let me in, mind telling me, Akimitsu?"

"I will help Katsuki choke you with your own tape."

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nalza73 · 1 year

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Aku merupakan duda berumur 32 tahun dan memtpunyai seorang anak berumur lima tahun. Aku bekerja sebagai fitness instructor di sebuah gym di PJ dan tinggal di Shah Alam. Kisah ini bermula apabila aku hendak mendaftarkan anakku di tadika Q. Tadika Q dimiliki oleh K, wanita bertudung berumur 40 tahun yang mempunyai suami dan 3 anak.

K mempunyai rupa yang menarik serta tubuh badan yang comel dengan ketinggian 5 kaki sahaja dan kelihatan lebih muda dari usianya. Aku pula memiliki tubuh badan yang sasa sesuai dengan karierku dan alat sulit yang extra large sepanjang 9 inci.

Kali pertama aku bertemu K, aku dapat merasakan yang K tertarik denganku. Semasa berbincang tentang pendaftaran anakku di tadika Q, aku cuba memancing K. Sebagai duda, aku kerap melakukan seks bebas selalunya dengan wanita yang lebih muda dariku.

“Bertuah anak I dapat Cikgu lawa cam you ni” bodek ku.

“Ye ke, lawa ke I ni?…Husband I selalu kata I dah tua….”

“Mana ada, kalau I la husband u, tiap2 hari I gomol…he..he..he..” Tersipu-sipu K mendengar pujian lucahku.

Aku terus memainkan ayat terhadap K dan dia mula bercerita tentang kehidupannya dan aku dapat rasa yang K jarang mengadakan hubungan seks dengan suaminya. Setelah seminggu anakku belajar di tadika Q, aku setiap hari menelefon K dan berbalas-balas sms. Mulanya hanya tentang anak aku dan seterusnya ke hal hal peribadi hingga berbaur lucah.

Suatu hari, anakku tidak dapat kesekolah selama seminggu kerana mengikut bekas isteriku keluar negeri. Aku menelefon K untuk bertemunya di sekolah bagi mengambil peralatan anakku yang tertinggal dan K minta aku datang selepas waktu sekolah. Aku memakai t-shirt dan jeans ketat yang menampakkan bonjolan besar kemaluanku. Sampai di tadika Q, aku dapati K hanya berseorangan di pejabat.

Sewaktu membuka pintu, aku dapat melihat mata K melirik menjeling bonggolan dicelah kangkangku. Sebaik K menhulurkan tangan untuk bersalam, aku terus memegang dan mendakap K sambil mengucup bibirnya. Tergamam, K menyambut kucupanku buat seketika sebelum menolakku.

“Eh, apa you buat ni….I ni isteri orang”…kata K.

“ Sayang…I tau u tak bahagia…I boleh bahagiakan u” balasku sambil mataku melirik kearah bonggolan dalam jeansku.

“Jangan fikir panjang sayang, I tau u hauskan seks sebenar”. K terdiam sambil matanya merenung kebawah. Aku merapatinya dan memegang pipi K sambil memujuknya.

“ Don’t worry, I’ll make sure u’re satisfied”. Ku kucup bibirnya dengan penuh nafsu sambil tangan ku mula meraba-raba bontotnya. Kami berkucupan selama beberapa minit dan tiba2 K melepaskan bibirnya lalu berkata

“ Kejap, I nak ke toilet jap to undress, nanti husband I perasan pulak baju I tak kemas.”. Aku pula terus membuka pakaian ku dan berbogel sepenuhnya.

“ Wow…besarnya” mata K terpaku melihat pelirku yang mencanak panjang.

Dia merapatiku sambil matanya terpaku melihat alat sulitku yang sepanjang 9 inci itu. K melutut dihadapanku dan mula mencium serta mengulum sambil mengurut batangku. Mulutnya yang kecil hanya mampu menerima bahagian kepala pelirku saja. Aku tunduk untuk membuka kancing coli yang dipakai K. Selepas seketika, aku mencempung K ke sofa panjang dan kumulai dengan menjilat dan meramas buah dada K sambil tanganku melurutkan seluar dalamnya hingga tanggal. Tubuh K hanya biasa bagi wanita berumur 40 tahun, buah dadanya masih solid dan dia mempunyai ponggong yang kecil.

Tubuh K ku terokai setiap sudut dengan jilatan dan kuluman yang memberangsangkan. Sampai dicelah kangkangnya, aku mula menjilat pantat K dengan rakus hingga lencun. K merengek dan bernafas dengan laju menahan kenikmatan kelentitnya dihisap manakala jari hantuku dijolok kedalam lubang bontotnya.

“Joe…uh..uh…I dah tak tahan ni, fuck me now please…” rayu K.

Aku dengan selamba memposisikan pelirku tepat ke lubang nikmat K lalu mula menerobos pantat isteri dan ibu kepada 3 anak ini.

“Arghh..uh..uh…besarnya Joe…slow sikit…u punya besar sangat” rengek K sewaktu kepala pelirku memasuki pantatnya sedikit demi sedikit.

Kutekan seinci kemudian menarik balik diikuti dengan dua inci dan ditarik balik seinci demi seinci sehinggalah seluruh batangku menusuk masuk kedalam lubang pantat K. Kutarik keluar 8 inci pelirku sebelum menekan semula sepenuhnya. Setelah dua tiga kali sorongan perlahan, aku mula melajukan tusukanku. Tubuh K mula tidak keruan dan dengan setiap soronganku, K berhenti bernafas akibat terlalu nikmat menyebabkan kemutan lubangnya begitu ketat walaupun licin. Tak sampai 3 minit mendayung ku dapati tubuh K mengejang,

” Uhh…uhhh…arghhh…I m cumming Joe…arrrggghhh…..yessssss..” jerit K dengan penuh nafsu sambil memelukku sekuat mungkin.

Dapat kerasakan pancutan air nikmat K mencerit-cerit dalam kehangatan pantatnya. Aku perapkan batang pelirku sedalam mungkin sebelum memulakan sorongan. Kemutan K sudah agak berkurangan ditambah pula dengan air pantatnya yang banyak keluar membuatkan lubangnya terasa agak longgar. Aku mula menghentak batangku kedalam pantat K dengan rakus membuatkannya mula mengemut lalu memancutkan lagi airnya nikmatnya buat kali kedua dalam tempoh 5 minit.

Aku kemudian memusingkan tubuh K dan mula menghenjutnya secara doggie. Sepuluh minit selanjutnya, pantat K kurodok dari belakang dengan ganas membuatkannya tercungap-cungap sebelum aku meledakkan pancutan air maniku sepuasnya didalam pantat K. K tersembam longlai diatas sofa manakala aku duduk dihujung kakinya sambil menyalakan rokok dengan penuh kepuasan.

“Terima kasih Joe…I dah lama tah rasa puas macam ni” kata K.

“No problem sayang, tapi lepas ni you kena bagi I puas pulak tau” ujarku tersenyum.

Air maniku bercampur air K yang banyak meleleh keluar dari pantatnya ku sapukan dicelah bontot K lalu aku mengambil kesempatan menjolok-jolok jariku kedalam lubang juburnya. Emmm…ahhhhhh…K mengerang perlahan, agaknya kesedapan lubang juburnya menerima kehadiran jariku.

Batangku terangsang kembali mendengar rengekan K. Aku meniarap diatas K sambil mencium dan menjilat belakang lehernya. Pelirku yang telah keras sepenuhnya mencari cari lubang jubur K yang sedia licin. Pelirku mula menerobos masuk perlahan-lahan kedalam lubang dubur K.

“Ehhh…uhhh..Joe..apa you buat ni…I..I tak pernah buat kat situ” nada suara K agak panik. Dia cuba berpusing tapi aku kuat menekan tubuhnya agar tertiarap.

“I belum puas sayang, please….just enjoy this ok” bisikku.

Hati aku gembira kerana mengetahui aku bakal merodok jubor yang masih ‘virgin”. Aku terus menekan pelirku perlahan-lahan tanpa mempedulikan bantahan K.

“Ketat sungguh lubang you sayang” pujukku lagi.

Pelirku padat memenuhi lubang “dara” dan aku dengan penuh nafsu menyelamkannya sedikit demi sedikit dengan penuh rasa nikmat. Tanganku mengentel-ngentel puting buah dada K agar dia leka sambil meneruskan jilatanku di lehernya. Setelah ¾ batangku menerobos didalam jubur K, aku memulakan sorongan. Fuuhhh…kenikmatan lubang yang ketat serta hangat itu membuatkan aku amat bernafsu lalu menekan pelirku sedalamnya. Padat dan kemas batangku terhimpit didalam lubang jubur K yang amat sempit. Aku menikmati saat itu dengan sepenuhnya. Seluruh tumpuanku mula diajukan sepenuhnya ke pelirku yang keras dan padat bak besi manakala K merintih antara kenikmatan dan kepedihan juburnya disula.

Aku memulakan sorongan bertalu talu dengan perlahan kedalam lubang yang amat ketat. Terketar ketar badanku menahan nikmat selama 10 minit sebelum meledakkan air maniku sepenuhnya didalam jubur K. Kubiarkan pelirku mengecut didalam jubur K sebelum menarik keluar. Lantas aku terus ke bilik air untuk mencuci pelirku dan memakai pakaian semula. Kulihat K agak mengengkang berjalan kebilik air. Selesai berpakaian, kami pulang kerumah masing-masing dengan perasaan puas. Keesokan paginya, aku menerima panggilan telefon dari K. Suaranya agak panik

“Joe, I dapat surat pagi ni…. ada orang mengendap apa yang kita buat semalam. Dalam surat ni ugut suruh I call nombor yang disertakan pukul 2 petang ni kalau tak nak malu….I takut la Joe, nanti husband I dapat tahu mati I. Camana ni Joe” kata K terketar ketar.

Aku memujuk K agar jangan bimbang.

“ Tak pe, nanti I call orang tu kasi settle…kasik I nombor tu”. Jam 2 petang itu aku menelefon nombor yang diberikan.

“Hello, saya telefon bagi pihak Puan K, apa awak mahu?” soalku.

“Kami nak duit” suara disebalik telefon itu agak garuk, aku mengagak ini suara budak belasan tahun lalu memberanikan diriku menyergahnya.

“ Oooo…berani nak ugut ya. Aku kenal ketua polis”.

” Mmm..maaf bang…kami ternampak Puan K tengah romen semalam, jadi kami hanya nak cuba nasib kalau-kalau dia boleh bagi duit belanja…lagipun kami tahu lelaki semalam bukan suami dia”. Rupanya, Budin budak yang tinggal diseberang jalan tadika K.

Dia dan rakannya Ramli sering meneropong dari biliknya memerhatikan K lalu semalam nasib mereka amat baik kerana dapat menonton K bogel disondol oleh ku. Tiba-tiba aku mendapat idea untuk memuaskan nafsu seks ku selama ini iaitu mengadakan hubungan seks secara beramai-ramai.

“Kau suka ke apa yang kau tengok semalam?” tanyaku.

“Best bang…kami memang dah lama mengendap akak tu…errr..buat modal lancap…he..he..” ucap Bidin.

“Kau orang teringin tak kalau boleh kongkek akak tu?” tanyaku lagi.

” Ehh…boleh ke bang…memang nak sangat ler kami, bayar pun kami sanggup” ujar Bidin dengan gembira.

“Baiklah, nanti aku aturkan, tapi kau orang mesti ikut arahan aku lah. Petang ni jam 5 kau datang ke Tadika” arahku pada Bidin.

Aku kemudian menelefon K dan memberitahunya yang pengugut itu mahukan bayaran wang sebanyak 2 ribu serta mahu melakukan hubungan seks secara bergilir-gilir. Mulanya K tidak bersetuju tetapi kerana takut malu, dia terpaksa akur dengan sarananku. Aku sampai ke tadika K jam 4.30 petang dan kudapati K sedang resah menanti apa yang bakal dihadapinya.

Apabila aku memberitahunya yang pengugut2 itu adalah remaja belasan tahun, dia agak terkejut dan malu tetapi aku berjaya memujuknya agar merelakan mereka menikmati tubuhnya agar rahsia kami tidak terbongkar. Aku mengarahkannya berbogel dan hanya bertuala dan menunggu di dalam pejabat sementara aku berbincang dengan Bidin dan Ramli.

Tepat jam 5, Ramli dan Bidin muncul dengan muka yang agak malu tapi ceria. Bidin mempunyai perawakan mamak bertubuh kurus manakala Ramli agak comel dan gebu. Mereka berdua berumur 14 tahun dan nyata masih belum pernah melakukan hubungan seks sebelum ini.

“Mana cikgu Bang?” tanya Bidin sambil tersengih.

“Kau ni, tak sabar2….sebelum tu, kau orang kena patuhi syarat2 aku dulu” ujarku dengan tegas.

Aku seterusnya mengarahkan mereka berdua melucutkan pakaian mereka sepenuhnya. Aku mengelilingi mereka untuk memeriksa tubuh dan kulihat batang pelirnya mereka telah keras. Batang Bidin yang berukuran 6 ½ inci agak besar bagi remaja berumur 14 tahun manakala pelir Ramli hanya berukuran 5 inci. Aku tertarik pada bentuk ponggong Ramli yang agak pejal dan gebu dan timbul idea untuk mencabul lubang juburnya kerana aku belum pernah merasa jubur lelaki sebelum ini.

“Baiklah, cikgu ada dalam bilik tu, kau orang boleh buat apa yang kau suka. Tapi ingat…jangan bantah apa yang aku akan buat kat engkau pulak….kita semua nak puas, so mari kita enjoy sama-sama” kataku sambil tersengih dan memicit ponggong Ramli.

Kedua mereka mengangguk bersetuju. Aku membuka pintu pejabat K dimana K telah sedia berbaring diatas lantai yang telah kusediakan tilam. Bidin dan Ramli mulanya kelihatan tersipu2 masuk sambil memegang kemaluan masing2.

“Hah..apa lagi, lauk dah ada depan mata tu” ujarku.

Aku terus menarik tuala yang membaluti tubuh K dan tubuhnya kini menjadi tatapan dua remaja itu. Ramli terus meramas dan menyonyot buah dada K manakala Bidin mengangkangkan K dan mula menjilat pantat K dengan gelojohnya. K hanya mampu memejamkan mata menahan kenikmatan walaupun malu menyedari tubuhnya sedang digomol oleh dua remaja yang sama umur dengan anaknya.

Aku teruja meliihat kelakuan gelojoh Bidin dan Rahim seolah-olah sedang memperkosa K lantas menanggalkan pakaian ku tanpa rasa segan. Sesekali K menjerit kecil kerana teteknya digigit oleh Rahim. Aku merapati mereka dan mengarahkan Rahim menyumbatkan pelirnya kedalam mulut K. Dengan rakus, Rahim menjolok-jolok pelirnya kedalam mulut K. Mulut K mudah menerima kehadiran keseluruhan pelir Rahim disebabkan saiznya yang kecil.

Dalam pada itu Bidin telah mula menghayunkan pelirnya kedalam pantat K dengan laju. Aku mengambil kesempatan meraba2 ponggong Rahim yang sedang asyik menghenjut mulut K. Bidin tidak dapat menahan nafsunya lalu terpancut dengan cepat. Aku berbaring dan mengarahkan K agar memasukkan pantatnya dari atas manakala Rahim kuajar menyondolkan pelirnya kedalam lubang jubur K manakala Bidin memasukkan pelirnya yang separuh keras kedalam mulut K.

Aku berasa amat teruja melihat K kini dikerjakan kami bertiga secara serentak. Kehadiran pelirku didalam pantat K mengembirakannya hingga tidak peduli akan lubang juburnya yang diselami oleh batang Ramli. Ramli hanya mampu membuat kurang 10 henjutan sebelum memancutkan air maninya kedalam jubur K lantas tempatnya diambil oleh Bidin yang dengan rakus menjolok batang pelirnya kedalam lubang jubur K. Tak lama kemudian K sendiri memancutkan air nikmatnya.

Aku mengambil peluang ini dengan mengarahkan K mengulum pelir Ramli semula dan ketika Ramli menonggek untuk K mengulum pelirnya, aku menyetubuhi jubur Ramli. Jubur Ramli amat ketat sekali, lebih ketat dari jubur K dan dia terjerit2 ketika aku memasukkan seluruh 9 inci batangku kedalamnya. Walaupun pelirnya dikulum K, namun kesakitan juburnya disula olehku menyebabkan batangnya hanya separuh keras dalam mulut K. Kini Bidin sedang menghenjut jubur K manakala aku menyula jubur Ramli dan tak lama kemudian kami sama2 klimaks.

Pengalaman menyetubuhi jubur Rahim amat memuaskan kerana juburnya amat ketat dan masih “dara”. K, Rahim dan Bidin tergolek keletihan manakala aku duduk menghisap rokok sambil menyaksikan tiga tubuh bogel dihadapanku dengan perasaan puas. Tangan Bidin meraba dan meramas buah dada K dan jelas kedua remaja ini masih belum puas menjamah tubuh K. Selama sejam berikutnya, Ramli dan Bidin bergilir-gilir mengonkek K sehingga puas. Kami berempat kemudian mandi bersama sebelum pulang kerumah masing-masing.

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j0kers-light · 5 months

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Hiiiii!!! Can I be known as 🥁anon? I was the one who requested Jokers music taste and the instrument one!! (So glad you liked them btw, you write so welll!!!!!!)

How about 10 signs that joker is in love/likes someone and his love language? I mainly imagine him as someone who denies the idea (just like in HL) but still acts on his feelings in his own way- maybe leaving gifts around and denying any sort of accountability for them?

“I’m telling you, you’ve had that necklace on before” - “Huh? I didn’t even know you liked hand bags.” - “You SERIOUSLY forgot you owned that car?”

Welcome 🥁 anon!!

A huge hey hi to you! Yes, your requests were so much fun to fill, I hope I did them some justice! Ahh! Thank you, I'm happy you love mi work! 😭😭🥹

Lol, ten signs that Joker is in love? YOU MEAN, TEN THINGS HE HATES ABOUT YOU? 🥴 sorry not sorry.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy 🥁 anon! 🖤✨

Denial is a river in Egypt because Joker refuses to admit that he loves you! But he's a man where the saying, "Actions speak louder than words” applies. He won't say it (lol Meg from Hercules) but there will be signs he’s in love.

Joker is already attentive but he's even more so as he begins to accept his feelings. He listens and retains the tiniest details about you so he can use the information for later. J shocks you when he remembers your obscure food order (and the extra sauces) when you only said it once in passing three months ago. Joker doesn't know, but his love language is heavy influenced by actions.

Another sign is Joker being more supportive. He's always in your corner motivating you to do anything you set your mind to but now he's more focused on your future with him. If you want a promotion, one is suspiciously available the next week or if you can't take the stress of your job and want to quit, Joker will offer to support you financially. You ask for it, Joker will make it happen.

Joker becomes more protective than ever. If the security cameras and secret detail wasn't enough proof how much Joker loves you, the way his eyes never leave your sight in public, the way he rests his hand on your lower back in crowds, or protects you from danger (that he may or may not have caused) is telling. Joker has never been a knight in shining armor before and he loves having something to protect. He will always protect his Light and takes his responsibility seriously.

Once he admits he's falling hard, Joker will become clingy and start introducing his love language of physical touch to you more. For years, he never let anyone close but you have that honor now. He holds you close while you're cooking, he plays with your hands during movie night marathons, and he denies enjoying cuddles—he's just cold—but you know better. Joker can't stop touching you in someway shape or fashion. He’s addicted now.

Which brings us to another sign. Gift giving is another one of Joker's strong love languages but this man will deny deny deny ever getting you anything!! He leaves them around for you to find and dramatically gasps when you do. "Gee Bunny, I don’t know why there's a shiny new hand bag on your bed.. I didn't know ya liked 'em." Or, "Ya don't know your own closet Bunny? This new winter coat still has the uhh, tag on it." Followed by a, "What a coincidence! Twenty-nine reported subway muggings just this week and you win a uhhh surprise car! Don't ya re-mem-ber entering that contest doll?" Joker loves buying you things but he sucks at lying.

Joker tends to forget his version of love is not normal so he gets possessive a lot. He's a jealous man by nature and if he sees competition, he will eliminate it. You don't need to know why the flirtatious guy at the front lobby no longer works there, or the guy that gave you his number was found dead the following day.. The thing is! Joker finally admitted that he loves you! He will not let anyone take you away from him.

Another sign from Joker is his sudden willingness to communicate. J is a mysterious, closed off individual. Its an honor to know anything about him so when J sits you down and opens up about his time spent in Arkham or explains what his childhood was like (but cautious, it could still be lies)— consider it a miracle. Joker is opening up to you! He wants you to know more about him and his shy, hesitant eyes staring into yours shows that he's vulnerable doing so. Don't take advantage of him in this state or you'll lose him forever.

Speaking of forever, you know Joker is all about planning. His backup plans have backup plans from B-Z. One day he found himself staring up at the ceiling planning on how to make things official with you and now it’s all he can think about. You’re not a secret and he’s tired of treating you like one. It'll be dangerous if he announces you as his girl, (you'll never be safe) but Joker wants the world to know that you love him so he stares off into the void and plots a way for it to work.

Contrary to popular belief Joker is not cold hearted. He can be passionate when the need arises and he cranks it up to 100% with you. Joker never had a healthy relationship so he tends to forget the intensity in which he loves you. He has so much emotion to give that he literally leaves you breathless. His kisses are greedy and desperate, and the way he clings to you during sex makes you combust with love. This man doesn't even know he can destroy you with a single touch and it’s better he remains blissfully unaware.

And lastly. The ultimate sign that Joker loves you. The moment Joker takes you to his main hideout, walking hand in hand, where anyone can see— is the moment you know he loves you. When Joker exposes you to his world, there’s no going back. You’re the one and when he orders all of his men in for a manatory meeting you're in tears. It’s finally happening.

"Good evening gentle men. I have a special announcement tonight." Joker pulls you to stand in front of him and proceeds to wrap his arms around you possessively.

Your heart is beating out of your chest while all of these men stare at you in shock. You don't blame them.

Joker is nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck but you miss the dark gleam in his eyes. They spell murder for anyone that dares to defy him. He scanned the crowd, looking for any naysayers.

"This is my Bunny and I'll kill anyone.. who's gotta problem with it."

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iznsfw · 7 months

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IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Commissions Open!

Yes, that's right - this year, you can direct the IZ Days of Christmas fic for your favorite member!

So last year's attempt of IZ Days of Christmas was a royal fuck-up. I didn't even get to put out fics for some members on time. Hell, I didn't even put out a fic for two! Sorry, Yuri and Yujin :(

I don't want that to happen again. So now, before the Christmas season starts, you can commission a fic for your IZ*ONE bias for a low price of $12! I'm close to finishing my last three commissions and have closed them, so no one will be left out this time and I'll write it because I'm getting paid, duh :hannikek:

(Also, I have a shitload of siblings I need to buy Christmas gifts for, so please help me out here.)

Why $12? IZ*ONE is forever and always 12 <3

This year, I guarantee that every member will get a fic out for IZ Days of Christmas.

How do I commission you?

Just send me the form indented below when you order the commission on the link before it!

Commission me an IZ Days of Christmas fic!

> Tumblr username: > Ko-fi username: > IZ*ONE member: > Plot: > Kinks: > Extra notes: > A pic for inspiration and to help with the plot (optional):

Then, send the form through DMs, too!

First come, first serve. I will be accepting commissions until November 25, 2023. The posting of fics will start on December 14, 2023. The list below will indicate if a member is still available!

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No scat, poop, noncon, three/moresomes. or bestiality.

No usual "Christmas" plot - it'll get a little too repetitive.

There is no word count limit or expectation that's promised. It can be as short as 3k words or as long as 10k!

We have the rule of confidentiality and mutual trust here. As long as you ignore any personal information you might see on my end, I'll cast a blind eye on yours <3

Thank you! Merry Christmas (yes, the Christmas season begins on the "-ber" months here.) Be the beautiful, horny people that you are!

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makenna-made-this · 6 months

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BAWKtober Day 31 - Renfaire

More like HENfaire- *i am immediately dragged off the stage by a swarm of poultry*

(We are Definitely Not Going To Acknowledge how it somehow took me almost A MONTH to finish the last of the prompts i was behind on dsakfhsdjf;j) but a big THANK YOU to everyone who followed along for the ride during this year's BAWKtober. And an extra double thank you to anyone who joined in and contributed to the challenge, whether the whole month or for just a single prompt. It really tickles my feathers to be able to share my silly little chicken doodle challenge with all of you. Happy BAWKtober (And now Nov-HEN-ber) everyone. See you next year!

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soulsxng · 9 months

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MUSE: Ber Bireth

— basics

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Short for an Yvlune elf, at 5'2"! Most of them are closer to 6'

▸ are they okay with their height? Very much so! The only time that he would say otherwise, would be in cases when people treat him like he's weak or frail because of it.

▸ what’s their hair like? Ber takes immaculate care of his hair, so it's very thick and healthy! Naturally, it's somewhere between a 2c and 3a, I would say? But he styles it in so many different ways that most of the time it'd probably be difficult to tell. It's usually around mid-shoulder blade length (naturally-- it's longer when he straightens it, for sure!), but he does sometimes put extensions in it! Most of the time, he'll be seen with it in some sort of braid or twist.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? Like I said above, Ber takes very good care of his hair. That extends to all of his personal hygiene and beauty practices-- he's more than willing to dump a good bit of time each week caring after his appearance. It's a very enjoyable thing for him to be able to explore and experiment with all kinds of different looks whenever he wants to!

▸ does your muse care about their appearance? He does. Ber likes to be fawned over. He likes to turn heads when he passes by someone-- whether in admiration, attraction, or jealousy, he doesn't care.

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? That's a complicated question, really. I think it really depends on the situation, as well as who the "other" is. Most of the time though? Not at all; he's a selfish person, and he knows that. There's a lot of things that he does regularly that he knows a good number of people disagree with in some way, shape or form. It's when he's actually trying to be helpful, or "good" that he'll start to care a little bit. He's making an effort to do something nice, and someone comes down on him for it? That'll get to him, for sure.

— preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors? Ourdoors

▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine

▸ forest or beach? Both! Where he grew up, the forest butted right up to a beach, so he really had the best of both worlds

▸ precious metals or gems? Gems

▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers

▸ personality or appearance? Appearance

▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Depends. Usually crowd, though he doesn't want people bothering him overly much.

▸ order or anarchy? Anarchy

▸ painful truths or white lies? White lies

▸ science or magic? Both! Ber believes that the two can-- and should-- go hand in hand!

▸ peace or conflict? Peace, though if he's just spectating and it doesn't affect him, conflict is good, too.

▸ night or day? Night

▸ dusk or dawn? Dawn

▸ warmth or cold? Warm

▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Many Ac1uaintances

▸ reading or playing a game? Reading

— questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Lying, overthinking, acting with little regard to/for others, being overly vain. When confronted, he tends to shut down and/or run away and cut himself off from that person going forward. Perfectionistic. He's got a lot of them.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? He has on a number of occasions...and if I'm being honest, a lot of them were by his own doing. Whether they're now dead by something Ber viewed as a necessity, or because of something like a betrayal...or he ghosted them, essentially. All of that has just made Ber view most of his connections in a very superficial and temporary fashion. It also has, over time, made it much easier for him to use and/or sever these connections as he feels he needs to. On a deeper level, it's made him feel like, ultimately, he shouldn't waste his time investing or trusting in relationships unless it's to accomplish some goal of his. Because he's 'undesirable', in the end. That's a big part of why he chases the more fleeting attention and admiration of others, but that's getting a bit off topic...

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? Most of them are from when he was young. His father, Lerato, teaching him to sing and dance in their front yard-- always wanting Lera to scoop him up and raise Ber up into the air. Encouraging all of his curiosities, no matter what they might be. Sitting on the floor in front of his papa, Avelon, watching in a hand mirror as his hair was done up in all sorts of beautiful styles. Going to the market later to pick up things for dinner, and his papa letting him pick out a small treat to have while they walked. These days, the fond memories still have to do primarily with his family. Be it with Lerato, or his siblings.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Yes, though I will say that the prospect of a fight will dissuade him. Not because he's weak, or thinks he'll lose, but because he feels that fighting is tedious. Anyway, if he can kill someone without the fight, then absolutely, he'll hardly ever hesitate, if it's something he feels is necessary.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? Usually for him, a break down results in a major anxiety attack. In which case touching him (or sometimes interacting with him in general, depending on the person) can result in him violently lashing out. He'll almost always try to get away from any people that might be around, but if he can't, he'll find the most secluded place that he can and curl up tightly around himself. When it gets to this point, it takes a while for him to come out of it completely, and afterwards he'll be pretty lethargic, and spaced out until he can get some decent rest. Especially if the breakdown stems from what he considers a major failure.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? ...I don't know. Currently, I think there will always be some tiny part of him that will be in doubt. That feels he can only rely on himself with his life. It would take a long time, and a lot of effort from both he and the other party before he could ever get to that point. And even then, Ber can be really fickle. One upset, and he could be reconsidering in a panic.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? Honestly, he's more or less his usual, sassy self! Yes, he lets himself be more vulnerable with that person, and he'll be much more physically soft with them, but overall, Ber is just...Ber. If anything, there will be some insecurities that he has that he'll be tempted to be even more secretive about, if he's in love. He wouldn't ever want them to turn their back on him, so while they would get to see more vulnerability in some departments, others would be even more tightly guarded from them.

#[Ber -headcanons-]#[Ber -extra-]#Oh baby Ber #you're severely messed up #but I love you so much

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 8 months

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okay so. funpoistar kandi cuffs!! theyre mostly based on their guns and im gonna make kobras eventually but rn this is what ive got :D

^party's!! the center of rotates and reads "everybody pay attention to me". i thought theyd like the sparkly beads so i tried to use a lot of those, and the little gemstone kind of round yellow beads were to kind of spice it up a little more- it just needed that little extra but to feel like them yk? oh and the inside patter is meant to mimic the stripes on their gun!!

^ghoul's!! the white lines are meant to be like the white zigzag on his gun, and obviously i had to include the "horror" front and center (finding all yellow letters for that was so fucking annoying holy shit). the inside is also meant to be like the zigzag and obviously i had to use as much green as possible. the inside bit also rotates even tho its not the most practical with the lines over it just bc i think ghoul's be pissy abt party's rotating and not his and bc i it looked too empty without it

^aaaand finally jet's!! hers is the smallest bc i NEEDED it to be a star shaped cuff okay? like it was REQUIRED. unfortunately tho bc i followed their guns color scheme i feel like it ended up looking too much like a patriotic america cuff?? which maybe us fitting with the flag on the back of ber jacket and shit but idk im not crazy abt it so i havent actually tied it off yet bc im still unsure. i tried making the inner lives of the star grey to see if it helped but j might just end up replacing all the white with grey bc then it could be like a nod to her helmet. the words are the "because i said so" from her gun and i mean those beads are white anyways soooo *shrugs* yeah idk who knows maybe ill bring more blue in or something ill figure it out later :P

#my art #kandi cuff #party poison #fun ghoul #jet star #danger days #and i promise kobra i WILL start yours soon!! just gotta figure out what im gonna do with jets first

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Rider, is there anything you can tell us about Historia and what they might be doing?

CONSTANTINE: "We didn't exactly have much time to talk personally. Historia remained closely to Saber's side, and seemed to have the most tactical rationale of the group. I don't see how this applies to this specific situation, though..."

As he spoke, you all jumped into action yourselves with your code casts.

There's a decisive burst of magical energy as you used the Destruction Declaration, magical circles and symbols manifesting around the white shadow before it shattered, one final pulse of magical energy echoing outwards.

The Valkyrie dropped to the ground, unconscious, though most of the color and vibrancy seemed to be returning to their bodies.

That, and you quickly healed BRYNHILDR too- just enough for her to get into fighting shape. The signal jammed, and her body healed enough, her arms flexed and the binds holding her snapped.

With immense speed, BRYNHILDR whipped her spear upwards, placing it threateningly against the neck of the White Attack program. In a careful series of moves, it seemed as if the entire situation had flipped on its head. As the White Attack Program stood at nervous spearpoint, the Saber seemed amused, letting out a hearty laugh at his misfortune.

HISTORIA: "Ah, there goes the signal. I'm sure you're not happy about that, and neither will His Majesty. Still, silencing the anguish of those Valkyrie before engaging in battle is a truly admirable feat, you have my respect."

You could feel a sense of… displeasure emanating from the White Attack Program that didn't seem to be shared with the Saber-facet, who continued to speak out into the open air. To whoever was attacking- it wasn't directed, but he was clearly aware that you were here.

HISTORIA: "Regardless, this means I'll have to do my knightly duty and fight. How many Servants? I can sense two, maybe three others? Some Extra-classes, perhaps? This body might be borrowed, but overall that seems unfair. Maybe I should reveal my True Name to even the odds? Tie one hand behind my back? What say you?"

His tone was playful, but you couldn't sense much malice or sarcasm behind it. He simply spoke brightly and candidly, same as he did back at the Hamlet. Though now you could tell he was absolutely oozing with magical energy, even if his physical stance hadn't changed at all.

HISTORIA: "The Solar Cell as a concept is doomed, but my King insists on ruling it, you see. Though his motives have twisted slightly. Nonetheless, I-- the first Phantom summoned by his Noble Phantasm-- stand ready for battle."

Before he could continue, you heard the sound of something speeding past him.

AVENGER: "Sa… ber…! Saber! SABER!"

Like a flash of lightning, the Avenger-class Servant surged forward with a deafening roar, clashing with the Saber. With almost no effort, the Saber had deflected the attack.

HISTORIA: "Hello, Avenger. You're doing well? Since we've skipped the preamble, shall we get straight to the main course?"

He used the blunt edge of his sword to knock the AVENGER away, throwing his arms out wide as his magical presence began to surge- as something mighty, holy, and powerful. The fog drew in around him as he spoke, his voice clear as church bells.

HISTORIA: "The mind is a tool of the body. The body is a plaything of the mind. This body represents the legend of Charlemagne, and this mind represents the one who wrote it down and saw everything to the end. A way for the 'legend' and the 'reality' to coexist without conflict."

He raised a hand, throwing his cloak to the side, his Spirit Origin solidifying.

HISTORIA: "The glory of Rex Magnus Carolus, humbly maintained by his Archbishop. There is no greater honor. There is no greater gift. For how swiftly you destroyed this machination, I will have to treat you as a real threat. Rejoice."

With one swing of his sword, he blew away the fog surrounding the lake.

CAROLUS-TURPIN: "In other words… ah, what's something His Majesty would say in a situation like this? Something like, 'cool, right'?"

You could tell this Servant was pure power, yet a mere fraction of the true SABER... and yet, he was a Holy Knight of the highest caliber. In a stroke of luck, you had made it past anything that would have made this even more difficult.

#thgw story #main post #thgw: chapter 5

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You're the worst- part seven

Warnings; smut and alpt of kissing, Christmas day theme

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Been working on this most of the day, had to keep taking breaks between socialising. Hope you enjoy!

Billy x fem reader/ enemies to lovers

"OH MY GOSH!" Mariah screeched making Camille awake with a start. She blinked at the alarm clock the bright red lights hurting her eyes, she better have a good excuse for screaming at six in the morning.

"CAM!" Mariah squealed as she burst into her bedroom door.

"What is it? Its six am" Camille groaned rubbing her eyes.

"All flights have been cancelled till the twenty-eigth" Mariah stated.

Camilles eyes bugged out of her head. "You're lying" she accused getting out of bed and running into the living room, the news was playing on the TV. A big headline stating all flights to New York were cancelled. No, her flight was supposed to leave in five hours. "No, I'm checking the web" she cried out rushing to get Mariahs laptop.

"Already checked hun" Mariah stated handing her the open laptop.

Camille scanned the page and logged onto her emails, there were countless emails sent stating her flight was now rearranged to the twenty eight of December. "You planned this" she accused glowering at Mariah who looked at her with a smug grin.

"Aww, diddums guess your stuck with us for Christmas after all" she stated smugly turning on.her heel.." I'm going back to bed" she called.

"But I don't have anything to wear" Camille cried out, she had only packed enough for a few days.

"We'll go shopping and get you one" Mariah called out her voice getting more distant as she exited the living room.

Camille groaned. "On Christmas eve! It's going to be hell" she groaned.

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The mall was hell. Just as Camille predicted, it was full.of people cramming in last minute shopping, she lost count of all the deprecate men she had seen scrambling to.get a last minute gift for their partners.

"There's not going to be anything left" Camille grumbled as they got off the escalator.

"Will.you quit moaning?" Mariah tusked as she took Camille dragging her to Macys, stopping dead in ber tracks and making Camille almost run into the back of her.

"Billy?" Mariah asked.

Camille felt her face grow hot, she was sure she looked like a tomato right now. Plus, she was wearing one of Mariahs sweaters that was too tight for her curvy frame. Not that her outfit was important.

The hulking male turned around, his brows furrowing a look of.frustration on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Mariah asked.

"Trying to look for a turkey" Billy replied bluntly.

"Why?" Mariah asked.

Billy huffed. "Because I've been working my ass off at the garage and forgot to get one" he admitted cooly.

"Oh my Gosh, you are kidding" Mariah stated dramatically.

"Apparently take out isn't an option according to my sister" he stated with a shrug, before his eyes fluttered over to Camille who was stood behind Mariah. "Thought you'd gone home" he stated.

"Flight got cancelled" Camille responded meekly.

Billy smirked. "Shame" he replied. Camille wasn't sure if there was a hidden message behind those words.

"Well, problem.solved you won't need a turkey now because you and your sister are coming to us tomorrow" Mariah stated making Camilles eyes widen.

"S'okay we can manage" Billy dismissed.

"Nonsense, you won't find a turkey now and we've got an extra guest now.anyways" she winked at Camille who gave her a murderous glare. "I insist, Danny wouldn't want his best friend to.starve" Mariah pushed.

Billy scratched the back of his head. "You sure?" He asked.

Mariah beamed. "Absoloutley, dinner is at two but come anytime before then" Mariah stared.

"Okay, umm thanks" Billy replied still sounding unsure.

"Must dash" Mariah called giving him one last wave and pulling Camille along with her.

"You're such a schemer" Camille hissed glancing over her shoulder, to see the back of Billy's ass walking away. Jesus, now she was having a hot flush.

Mariah quirked a smile. "Wow, do you want two people alone on Christmas day? With no turkey? That's heartless" Mariah gasped with a wink.

Camille groaned. "You know what I mean" she groaned.

"Nope, I dont" Mariah replied with a smirk. "Oh my gosh this is perfect for you!" Mariah cried changing the subject and dragging Camille into the store. But Camille didn't even see the outfit, her mind of a certain blonde that was probably going to fuck up her life.

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Christmas day came too quickly, much to Camilles dismay. Her stomach felt like it was rolling around, nerves rippling through her at the anticipation of how the day was going to go.

"Are you sure this isn't a bit over the top?" Camille asked pulling at the red jumpsuit.

"Of course not" Mariah stated dismissively as she perched on the end of camilles bed. "Oh shit, it's like eleven I need to go and finish the prepping" she stated.

They had been up and early exchanging presents. Camille had paid to have Mariahs gifts shipped a week ago, thinking she wouldn't be here Christmas day. But fate had other plans. God, she could have saved on the postage she thought as she surveyed herself in the mirror. The jumpsuit hugged her in all the right places, a cheeky amount of skin on display as the suit gaped at the back.

She sighed making her way towards the kitchen. "Can I help?" She asked looking at a frantic Mariah.

"No, I don't want you ruining your outfit" she dismissed.

Camille rolled her eyes. "What is the obsession with this outfit?".she asked.

"We have a special guest and you need to look good" Mariah asked.

Camille quirked a brow. "You mean guests? As in plural" she stared.

"Yeah, that's what I said" Mariah dismissed.

Camie huffed knowing she wouldn't get through to her friend, before deciding to stick on the television, watching mindlessly to kill the time. The doorbell rang alerting her, as she sat up straight and wiped the crinkles out of jer outfit.

"Danny! The door" she heard Mariah yell.

Camille hesdd frantic footsteps thundering down the hall, her stomach gurgling as she tried to calm her breathing. What the hell was wrong with her? She thought.

"Mom! Dad!" Danny exclaimed.

Camille sighed, pushing down the small pang of disappointment that fluttered in jer stomach.She heard the voices of Dannys parents before the living room door pushed open, two familiar faces popping through.

"Camille!" Rhona, Dannys mom exclaimed.

"Hi, its good to see you" Camille stating standing up and giving the older woman a hug.

"I swear you get more beautiful everutime I see you" Rhonda exclaimed. "Doesn't she Jeff?" Rhona asked nudint her husband.

Jeff beamed. "She does indeed" he agreed reaching to give her a hug.

"Wheres Mariah?" Rhona asked.

"The kitchen" Camille replied.

"OH, I best not disturb her" Rhona replied.

"That would be wise"Camille agreed. Mariah was like a bat out of hell when it came to cooking.

"Say, where is that handsome fella of yours?" Jeff asked.

Camille felt bile rise in her stomach, her mouth feeling like cotton wool. "We broke up" she murmured.

Rhona and Jeff's face changed, their faces morphing into sympathy. "Oh dear, we're so sorry" Rhona stated placing a hand on her arm.

"It's okay, turns out he wasn't the best guy" Camille.replied

"Rhona! Jeff!" Mariah exclaimed saving the awkward exchange as she bustled through the door.

The afternoon ticked on. Mariahs parents arrived around twelve-thirty, the adults falling into a comfortable conversation which Camille chewed nervously at her lip. Around quarter past one she decided to take a break from the mindless chatter, making her way to the kitchen where Mariah was finishing her prepping.

"I need a drink" Camille groaned trying to calm her nerves.

"Dont get to drunk, we still have guests coming!" Mariah chided.

Camille rolled her eyes downing her glass of prosecco. "He isn't coming" Camille stated trying not to sound bitter. Like she cared.

"Of course he is" Mariah stated.

"He probably found a turkey" Camille deadpanned pouring herself another glass.

Mariah opened her mouth, a retort on the tip of her tongue before being interupred by the doorbell ringing. Camille stopped trying not to drop her glass on the floor.

"You were saying?" Mariah inquired with a smirk on her face. "Go and get the door" she commanded.

"Can't Danny go?" Camille asked.

"No, he is with his parents now go!" She dismissed with a wave.

The doorbell rang again making Camille swallow down the bile in her throat. She took a deep breath as she walked towards the door, she could see the outline of Billy and a much shorter girl through the glass door pane. She huffed before reaching out for the door knob, her palms sweaty as she opened the door.

Her breath hitched as she took in the sight before her. Billy stood before her, in a blue button down shirt a button undone showing a slither of his tanned skin, his pendant resting against his sturdy chest. Her eyes fluttered away to the young red head beside him who was messing with the green dress she was in, clearly not a fan of the garment.

"Hi" Billy stated, a flirty undertone in his voice.

Camille blushed. "Hey" she squeaked trying to play it cool.

Billy smirked. "Sorry were kind of late, shit bird here didn't want to dress up" he stated nodding towards the girl beside him.

The red head scowled. "Quit calling me that idiot, I'm not thirteen" she spat back at him.

Billy chuckled. "This is my sister Maxine" he introduced.

"Its Max" the girl replied sassily.

"Maxine" Billy warned through gritted teeth.

"Hi, I'm max" the girl stared drinking her hand out.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Camille" Camille replied accepting the handshake. "You guys should come in" she stated opening the door and gesturing for them to come in.

Canille held her breath as Billy brushed past her, stopping short as his eyes romadd her outfit. "Nice outfit" he whispered sending her a wink before walking towards the living room.Camille let out a breath before shutting the door.

She decided to join the otjerd in the living room whilst Mariah came to greet Billy and Max.

"Oh, I swear this young man vets more handsome everytime I see him" Rhona cooed at Billy. "Doesn't he Jeff?" She asked elbowing her husband.

Jeff smiled. "That he does" Jeff agreed with his wife. "Say, son do you have a girl yet?" He asked.

Camilles ears perked slightly as she picked up a biscuits and nibbled away. Accidentally putting herself in the eyeline of him.

"Well, not currently but ya never know" Billy replied taking a sip of his drink, making eye contact with Camille who looked away flushing.

"How come? A handsome guy like you" Rhona gushed.

Billy shrugged. "Ain't found one worth settling down for, plus I've been working alot" he stated. "Things might change" he stated looking pointedly at Camille.

"Aww, let's hope so" Rhona stated missing the looks between the pair.

"Dinner!" Mariah called out. "Camille, would you grab that other bottle of prosecco out the kitchen?" Mariah asked.

Camille nodded making her way to the kitchen, furrowing her brow at the selection of drinks on the counter. "Which one" she murmured to herself.

"I think the one on the right is good" she heard a voice sound out behind her, making her still frozen in place.

Camille turned around to see Billy leaning in the open doorway, his eyes raking her body and a smirk tugging at his lips. "Thought you could use some help" he replied coyly moving into the room and shutting the door behind him.

"Well, if your an expert in champagne then I could use your help" Camille quipped proud of herself for stringing a sentence together.

Billy laughed. "No, but I did get you a present" he stated moving towards her, stopping a few inches away his tall frame towering over her.

Camille's face fell. "Oh shit" she swore. "I didn't get you anything" she stated biting her lip awkwardly.

Billy reached out, smoothing his finger over her lip and freeing it from between her teeth. "Actually it's more of a last minute thing, doesn't cost any money" he replied eyes raking over her face.

Camille furrowed a brow. "What is it?" She asked confused.

"Look up" Billy urged his eyes flitting to the ceiling.Camille looked up noticing the mistletoe that Danny had placed as an excuse to steal kisses from Mariah.

"You got me a kiss?" Camille guessed.

Billy nodded, his thumb reaching out to brush her cheek. "If you want it" he stated. Camille nodded, the words dying on her tongue as he moved closer, their noses brushing.

The door opening had them brushing apart from each other, Billy coming to stand beside her.

"Cam, come on everyone's waiting" Mariah asked brushing through the dior, stopping in her tracks giving her and Billy a suspicious look.

"She needed help with the champagne" Billy stated holding up a bottle.

"Perfect choice" Mariah complimented giving Camille a coy look. Great, she was going to be hounded later. "Come on, I need someone to carve the turkey and Danny has nimble fingers" Mariah stated pointedly looking at Billy.

Billy nodded. "To be continued" he muttered coyly to Camille before making his way past Mariah and out of the kitchen.

"Dont say a word" Camille warned giving Mariah a pointed look, the girl smiling at her. She made her way passed Mariah not giving the girl chance to interrogate her as she went into tjr living area, where a big table had been set up, conveniently she was sat across from Billy.

Dinner went by without a Hitch. Camille felt guilty as she couldn't eat much, not when Billy eyes kept finding hers every five seconds. He hardly turned away when in conversation with someone else, he was like a magnet attracting each other.

She needed to escape his intense blue eyes, volunteering to do the washing up as a form of escape. She signed to herself when she plonked the dirty dishes in the soapy suds.

"Mariah said you needed some help" Billy stated.

"OH, did she?" Camille asked rolling her eyes at her friend's blatant antics.

"Ouch, I can go if you want" Billy stated a teasting lilt in his voice.

"No!" Camille exclained all to quickly. "I mean that would be nice" she finished lamely berating herself. Nice. What kind of stupid word was that?

Billy smirked coming to stand infront of her. "Great" he stated with a smirk. "You know we never got to finish what we started" he stated reaching to brush a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Oh" camille replied dumbly, leaning into his touch slightly.

"Think we have time?" Billy asked.

Camille nodded. "Uh huh" she replied dumbly her breath hitching when his knuckles brushed her lip, his blue eyes boring into hers.

"BILLY!" a voice called as the door bustled open.

Camille.cleard her throat pushing at his chest as Billy groaned, turning around to face the intruder. "What Max?" He snapped.

The red head narrowed her eyes at his tone. "Wheres the bathroom?" She asked.

Billy grunted. " The fuck are you asking me for?" He swore with a scowl. Camille elbowed him. "I mean why didn't you ask anyone else?" He repeated in a more polite tone.

"I don't know anyone else" Max deadpanned.

"It's upstairs on the right" Camille answered.

Max quirked a smile. "Thanks".she beamed turning on her heel and heading off to her intended destination.

"Damn, we keep getting interrupted" BIlly groaned with a chuckle.

"We better do our duties before we get interrupted again" Camille smiled trying not to hide the dissapointmrnt in her voice.

Billy sighed. "Alright, fine" he stated not sounding to happy.

The pair worked in comfortable silence. Camille washing up and Billy drying meant the chores were done in record time. The pair joined the rest of the party guests, who were chattering animatedly amongst themselves and drinking far to much for their own good.

"I'll be right back, need to use the rest room" Camille stated to Mariah who gave her a small nod.

She used the restroom and was just washing her hands, when a small knock sounded on the door. Curiously, Camille unlocked the door and swung it open, her brow furrowong when Billy stood on the other side.

"Oh, do you need the restroom? It's free" she stated opening the door wider and gesturing to the room behind her.

"As a matter of fact I do" he stated his hands landing on her hips, walking her back into the empty room and kicking the door shut with his foot, locking it for good measure.

"What are you doing?" Camille asked breathless as his hands landed on her hip, grazing the top of her bottom.

"What I've been trying to do all day, ain't risking anyone interrupting us" he stated lifting her up and planting her on the counter, before coming to stand between her open legs.

"Someone might need the bathroom" she proposed with a smirk, looping her hands around his neck.

"Then they can piss themselves" he stated cruedly landing a soft kiss on her exposed neck.

Camille groaned her head titling backwards, exposing more of her vulnerable skin to his sinful lips. "Billy" she murmured.

"Been thinking about that night, haven't slept right since" he confessed.

Camie blinked in shock. "Really? She stuttered as his lips assaulted her neck.

Billy moved away, taking her chin in his hand. "Dont tell me you haven't" he stated.

Camille bit her lip. "Yesh, I have" she confessed. She too hadn't slept since.

Billy chucked before connecting his lips to hers, the familiar fire roared in Camille's belly as she locked her legs around his thighs whilst threading her fingers through his locks. Tongued meeting each others in a passionate kiss.

A knock on the door interrupted them, the pair tearing apart panting and breathless.

"Fuck sake" Billy swore under his breath

"Camille, are you okay dear?" Rhona called out.

"Shit, hide!" Camille whispered shoving Billy toward the closed shower curtain.

"Bloody hell" Billy swore as he clambered clumsily into the tub.

"Are you okay? What's that noise?" Rhona called.

"Nothing! I'm looking got some spray" Camille stated spraying some fragrance before opening the door.

"OH, thank goodness I need to use the restroom" rhona stated.

Canille panicked looking over her shoulder. "No!" She exclaimed meeting the shocked face of Rhona. "I mean, I would give it five I had an upset stomach" she stated embarrassment flowing through her. Jesus how was she meant to look at Rhoma again.

She heard Billy let out a scoff, coughing to cover up the noise.

"OH dear, I think Mariahs dinner does that to you" RHona stated. "I'll take your advice" she stated before going down the stairs.

Camille arched her disappear before opening tur shower curtain. "Dont say a word" she warned looking at the grinning face of Billy.

"Keeping these lips sealed" he finished with a wink before clambering out. "Was close" he muttered giving her a surpirsing peck on the lips.

"We better go" Camille suggested. "I'll go first" she bargained giving gim a pat on the shoulder, before turning on her heel and walking back downstairs. Billy followed about ten minutes after, Mariah giving the pair a knowing look discreet to the rest of the party.

Soon enough ten pm rolled around, most of the adults were asleep on their chairs. Mariah and Danny were watching Die hard on the sofa, Mariah sniffling a yawn whilst Maxs eyes started to droop.

"Eugh, I'm beat" Mariah grumbled.

Danny landed a kiss on her shoulder. "Not surprised babe, you've been awake since six" he stated.

Billy cleared his throat, the pin wheel from the cracker that he had been messing with long forgotten. "I think we should head off" he declared nudging Max who opened her eyes with a start.

Camille gave him a soft smile when their eyes connected.

Mariah nodded following with a yawn, before her eyed widened. "Oh shoot" she stated sitting up and facing Camille witu a sheepish look. "We kinda gave your room to.my parents" she stated.

"Oh" Camille replied panic settling in her stomach.

"I'm sorry hon, we didn't think you would be here when you agreed to stay, so we agreed to give your room to my parents and Dannys are sleeping on the pull out" she admitted.."but I can book them a hotel" she rushed.

"No way! They shouldn't give up their plans just because mine were ruined, I can just sleep on the floor. I'd get try and get a hotel but I bet they are fully booked" Camille stated. "Plus, I kinda spent my money on the plane ticket" she admitted.

"I got a spare bed" Billy piped up. Camille noted his hesitancy, noting how Max had gave him a not so discreet elbow to his ribs.

"OH, no it'd okay I couldn't intrude" Camille dismissed, her cheeks blushing at thought of what happened last time she was in his bed.

"S'okay, you can't sleep on a floor" he stared witj a shrug. "You can have my room.and ill have the couch" he bargained.

Camille chewed her lip, thinking over her options. Risk a repeat of last time or risk a bad back from.sleepint on a floor, either option wasn't the best and she couldn't brig herself to toss Mariahs middle age parents out of their own daughters house.

"But what about your back?" She asked.

Billy grinned. "My backs pretty sturdy" he stated, a hidden meaning in his words making Camille flush.

"I mean, if your sure" Camille replied hesitantly looking st her nails.

"Positive" Billy quipped. "Max has my other room or else I'd offer you that" he stared.

"I feel so awful now hun" Mariah chimed in.

"Honestly don't, I jnserstand i mean I was supposed to be gone by Christmas Eve and I don't want your parents giving up their comfort" she stated. "I'll be fine" camille reassured her noting thr guilty look on mariajs face.

"Just call if you need anything, we can come get you in the morning" she stated.

"I gotta take Max back so don't mind dropping Camille off" Billy shrugged.

"I couldn't ask you to do that".Camille stated feeling like a burden, just like her mother always said she was. She shook thst memory away, she didn't want to think about it and end up crying.

"It's fine honestly" Billy stated, his eyes piercing hers with a reassuring look as if he noted her change in mood.

"Okay, just give me five and I'll get some stuff" she rushed noting Billy giving her a nod before sje went up thr stairs. She grabbed her holdall putting in some bed shorts and tank top witu some clothes for tomorrow, face wash make up and her toothbrush. She did not want to risk having morning breath. She zipped up the bag before padding down the stairs.

Mariaj was waiting at the end of the stairs, a guilty look on her face. "I feel like the worst friend ever" sje confessed reaching out to hug her.

"I'll be fine, its not like your sending me off to war" Camille snorted.

"You ready?" She heard Billy call noting him standing by the door.

Camille nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow" she smiled at Mariah who gave her a nod. She gave Danny a quick hug. "Tell your parents I said bye, I don't want to wake them" she stated to the pair.

Billy made his way to Danny, doing a weird handshake thar Camille couldn't understand before saying his thanks and goodbyes to both Danny and Mariah. They exited the house and into tjr famialr Camaro that was parked by the curb. This was going to be an interesting night.

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Camille felt her eyes droop slightly as the low rumble of the Camaro was brought to life the car travelling at a relatively slower speed than usual. Max had feel asleep, ber mouth hanging open and soft snores exiting from her as soon as she got in the car.

Bully turned down the radio, looking over at her tired form. The pair falling into a comfortable silence during the short trip back to hid apartment. CAmille felt like she had only just closed her eyes, before she felt the car jerk to a stop causing her to snap them open.

"Were here" Billy stated putting the car in park and craning his head to the back seat. "Wake up shitbird" he grunted reaching over to give Max a nudge.

Max awoke with a start. "Ugh, where am I?" She grumbled tiredly wiping her eyes.

"At my apartment, wipe the drool off your chin it's disgusting" BIlly reprimanded her.

Max graced him with a middle finger making Camille stifle her giggle. "Like you don't drool" she muttered.

Billy grinned. "Dont know, why dont you ask Camille?" He quirked with a smirk.

Camille gauped.."Billy!" She screeched.

Max wrinkled her nose. "Not you too, please don't say you slept with my idiotic brother" she groaned.

Camille gave her a sheepish look, biting her lip as she met Maxs eyes.

Max groaned. "I better not here any gross noises tonight" she stated giving Billy's seat a kick.

"You won't!" Camille rushed out, a pink dust settling on her cheeks.

"How can you be so sure?" Billy grinned, clearly loving riling her up.

Camille glowered. "Because I meant what I said" she stated as Billy rolled his eyes muttering a small.sure under his breath, before getting out of the drivers side and letting Max out.

Camille followed suit shutting the door with a soft click, Billy shut his and locked the car. The trio entering the dimly lit apartment.

"I'm going to bed, night both" Max stated stifling a yawn.

"Night" they replied in unison watching as the red head made her way to her room, situated on the left side of the apartment.

"Am I okay to use the bathroom?" Camille asked.

"Sure, I'll put your bag in my room" Billy replied plucking the bag from her fingers.

Camille nodded in thanks, being super to take her toothbrush and wipes out before heading to the bathroom. She stripped her make up off not wanting spots to form on her clear skin, before making work of brushing her teeth. She needed her comfy pyjamas on and then she was ready for bed, she thougjt before switching off rhe light in tje bathroom and opening the door.

She stopped in her tracks noting Billy's muscular bare back in her eyeline, he was setting up an arrangement of pillows and blankets on the living room couch. A pair of tight grey sweatpants hanging lowly on his hips, she could almost picture the V line dip thst led to his forbidden area. Her mouth watering as she pictured what was underneath.

"Oh, hi" Billy grinned turning to face her.

Camille willed herself to move. "Hi" she replied coming to stand intrornt on him. "Setting up camp?" She asked her eyes fixed to his face, trying not to let them wonder.

"Something like that" he stated placing a blanket down.

"I can sleep on the sofa" Camille offered.

Billy shook his head, a grin worming irs way onto his face.."Wouldn't want to put your back out" he finished with a wink.

Camille blushed, her eyes widening at his insinuation. "Well thanks for letting me stay, I think I'm going to head to bed it's been a long day" she stared.

Bully nodded. "Night" he muttered.

"Night" Camille replied, before shuffling past him and into the safety of his bedroom, shutting tje door and leaning against it. "No more dirty thoughts" she muttered chastising herself before slinking away from tje wood and peeling the comforter back. She got into the comfortable bed, her senses on overload as sje basked in the scent of Billy her eyes drooping as she turned out the light.

The clock in the quiet room ticked by. Camille jsd been tossing and turning for the last hour, but no matter what position sje lay in sje couldn't het comfy. She had gone out like a light at ten thirty, but then she had a heat filled dream which left her to wake up with a damp patch in her knickers. Now she felt sexually frustrated and wide awake.

She turned to look at the alarm clock on the chest of draws, groaning to herself as she saw the digits of one and two zeros looking back at her. One in the freaking morning, what a drag she thought before deciding to get a drink. Maybe thar could calm her nerves she thought before throwing the comforter back and getting out of bed.

She opened the door, holding back a shocked gasp when Billy stood on the other side.

"Shit" she hissed her hand flying to jer chest. "You scared me" she gasped.

"Sorry, couldn't sleep" Billy shrugged. "What aboit you?" He asked.

"Same" Camille replied. "Thought a hot drink may help, how come your awake?" She asked curiously.

"I'm horny" he replied playfully, a glint in his eye.

Camille nearly chocked in her own spit. "What?" She asked.

"Im horny" Billy repeated, putting his hands on her hip. "And I guess from the way you were looking at me earlier that you are too" he whispered his breath hitting the shell of her ear.

"I-" she started letting out a small gasp when his hands moved to the curve of her ass, pulling her against him. Her breasts pushed against his bare chest, a thin amount of cotton keeping them from meeting.

"Are you?" He goaded.

Canille nodded. "Yes" she stated.

Billy sigjed, clicking his tongue. "Shame, we can't do anything about it" he stated.

"Why?" Camille asked playing into his games.

Billy tusked. "Max might hear us, plus I'll fall asleep after and max will be up at Six if she catches me not on the sofa I won't here the end of it" he replied replied a shrug.

Camille looked up at him from under her lashes, reaching up.to play the the pendant resting on his broad chest. "How about I keep quiet?" She bargained.

Billy locked his lips. "You could, but that doesn't fix tomorrow's issue" he stated.

"Set an alarm, be up before she does" Camille suggested, a low moaneavung her lips when she felt his erection brush against her bare leg.

Billy reached down to squeeze her ass. "Thats a delicious sound, baby" he rumbmed surppressing his own groan. "You suggesting we be bad?" He asked.

Canille nodded. "Maybe" she replied biting her lip.

Billy reached his hands under her sleep shorts, squeezing her bare ass cheeks before landing a light slap on the, causing her to gasp. "I always liked being bad" he whispered before crashed his lips into hers. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around him before walking her through the open bedroom door and shutting it with his foot.

He set her down on thr chest of draws. "Cant do it on the bed it squeaks" he muttered peppering kisses into her exposed neck, before pausing yo take her tank top off. Pausing to stared at her clothes breasts. "Fuck me, we really gotta keep quiet" he stated staring at her tits before unhooking her bra, licking his lips when her breasts spilled out.

Camille held back a groan as his tongue found her nipples, suckling in the erect buds like a man starved. "Oh shi-"she started to groan but was muffled by his hand covering her mouth.

"Were gonna find it hard if you make noise, sweetheart" Billy stated. "You gonna be my good girl and keep quiet for me?" He asked.

Camille felt the wetness pool between her legs at the name. "Yes" she whispered when he moved his hand from her mouth.

Billy tapled her instructed her to loft her ass up, she obliged willingly as he took of jer shorte and wormed her knickers down her legs. Camille reached forward to dip her hands under his sweatpants, arousal at the fact he was naked underneath them as she grabbed onto his erect penis.

"Fuck, baby" Billy whispered lowly throwing his head back as she fisted his cock in jer warm hand, sliding it up and down his shaft. "Carry on and I'm gonna combust" BIlly grunted grabbing jer hand and moving ot away, he shimmed off his sweatpants his cock springing against his abs making Camilles mouth water at the sight of it. He reached to open jer legs, loxkonf his lips at her arousal. "My turn" he smirked before dipping his head towards her core.

"OH, fuck" Camille swore lowly as his tongue worked around her bud, her hands fitting in his blonde curls and hips bucking. "Shit, Billy" she groaned lowly feeling her coil about to snap.

Billy pulled away eating her to whine at rhe loss of her oegasm, he grabbed onto her hips with one hand whilst lining up his cock at her wet entrance. "Ready?" He asked.

"Fuck yes" CAmille panted biting jer head to keep her from moaning loudly, when he entered her.

Billy pressed his head into her shoulder, muffling the sound of his moans as he bottomed out. He began to move at a slow and agonising pace making Camille annoyed snd impatient.

"Faster please" she commanded.

"This is gonna hit off the fucking wall" he stated trying to increase his speed. "Gotta be careful angel" he stated.

Camille hit his shoulder. "Hold on, just remove yourself" she commanded.

Bully furrowed his brow. "What?" He asked.

"Remove yourself" she commanded hitting his shoulder again. Billy grunted before obliging as Camille got off rhe dressed, turning around so her elbows were leaning on it and her bare ass was facing him.

"Oh, you kinky girl" BIlly crooned slapping ner ass causing her to jolt forward, before softly entering her again. He gripped jer hips and bucked himself into her, causing her stiffle a moan into her arms. "You like that?" He grunted.

"Yes" CAmille whispered trying to surppress her moan.

"You gotta be quiet" BIlly stated reach to cover her mouth as he rutted his hips into her at a forceful speed.

"I'm close" Camille cried muffled by his Jane.

"Same" Billy grunted bucking his hips again.. "ahh fuck" he whispered as he spilt white hot cum.inside of her, at the same time Camille came.

Billy slowly removed himself leaving Camille to whine at the loss of him, he reached dout to give her breast a squeeze as she straightened herself up and turned to face him.

"I'll set that alsrm" he stated giving her a coy grin.

Camille grinned as she climbed back into bed, sleep hitting her quickly as she felt a pair of arms around her and some lips on her head. She was blissed and fucked out.

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Summary: The Dragonborn tells Odahviing why she needs to return to Windhelm, but Odahviing doesn't want her to go. And, perhaps, she doesn't want to go either.

Author's Note: This is purely self-indulgent. I'm kinda hooked on the idea that if Leara was pregnant with Ulfric's baby, Odahviing would steal the baby along with Leara. Leara's kid would have a cool dragon dad.

please I just like parent AUs and I am not sorry

But this isn't a parent AU! This is Rosewing mutual pining at its corniest.

Please enjoy, with extra salsa for your corn chips.

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"I'm pregnant."

One lazy dark eye opened to take in the Dragonborn. She was clad in only a linen robe, her long, pale golden legs exposed. She lay in the curve of his neck, her bare toes braced against his muscles and her back against his jaw.

Pregnant?

"Are you ill?" Odahviing asked.

"I suppose I feel a little ill, but I'm all right." His Dovthurjud sighed, her delicate pink mouth falling open. "You'll need to return me to Windhelm."

Hot fire boiled in the red dovah's belly. "Do you wish to return to the Strunkodaav?"

She pressed her face into his, so much smaller and yet so worthy of his adoration. "I must, for the baby."

Odahviing cast his mind back to the moment he took her from the Strunkodaav's city. Exhausted and fragile, a snowflake threatening to shatter. She climbed on his back then, despite the guardsman's plea for her to consider what the Jarl would want. Reason said the Jarl did not want the Dovahkiin flying off with a dovah at the flap of a wing. That had been two months ago. If Odahviing returned ber to the Strunkodaav, she would not come back. He could not, would not let his Dovthurjud return to life as a weapon for mey joor paar.

Not now, not after the tinvaak of their zii together.

Odahviing curled his tail closer, encircling the Dovahkiin, his heart heavy. She was Judsedov. If she commanded him, he would carry her to the Strunkodaav and never return. He prayed to Bormahu that she did not wish that of him. His soul would wither, feim zii, and there would be no return.

Odahviing growled.

She was on her knees beside him, her long cool fingers stroking the soft scales in the hollow of his cheek. "What is it?"

He was silent a moment longer, basking in the feel of his Dovthurjud's hands on him, stroking him.

Ah, if only she understood what she meant to him! But the minds of joorre are finite, even those with the Sossedov.

Hi los dii zii yol.

The fire in Odahviing's chest raged. He could not tell her that. He turned his head away from her hands.

The Dovahkiin stood and at once Odahviing felt the loss of her proximity. From the corner of his eye, he watched her leave the protective ring of his body, her feet padding against the dusty stone of Skuldafn's high fane. Her head was bowed behind a curtain of chestnut curls.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, mon coeur fidèle." Behind her veil, her smile was ever present, but Odahviing could not face it. "I'll get my things."

Then his Dovthurjud was gone. Odahviing coiled into a tighter ball. He did not wish her to leave. He needed her to stay. Her and . . .

The Junsedov was with child. The Strunkodaav's child. And she was returning to the mey joor for the sake of her kiir.

But, did she have to? What awaited monah and kiir in the Strunkodaav's Hofkahsejun but an eternity bound to joor paar and a life away from the lok se Keizaal?

Stones trembled as Odahviing jarred to his feet. His wings drug behind him as he crossed the high fane to the dwelling of the sonaak. His Dovthurjud had sheltered in there from the day he brought her to Skuldafn, her joor slen too delicate to withstand the frigid nights and harsh winds for long. She took Nahkriin's home as she took his mask, her strun sweeping through and cleansing the traces of the old order away.

"Ysmir," he rumbled, standing outside her door.

After a moment, it creaked open. The Dovahkiin's face was pale, her eyes wide and ringed red. "What's wrong?"

Odahviing teetered on the edge. There were many things he had not told her, but his pride would not allow him to let her go back to the Strunkodaav unaware. "I do not wish you to leave."

She stared at him. "But I cannot stay. Ulfric . . . the Jarl needs to know about, about the baby." Her eyes fluttered closed, but a tear still escaped to wind down her cheek. Odahviing did not miss it.

"Does he?" the dragon rumbled low in his throat.

"We-well, of course he does." Another tear, chased by a third and a fourth. "This is his heir. He'll want them safe and, he'll want them there. With him."

Lowering his head, Odahviing pressed his snout against the gentle swell of his Dovthurjud's breast. Her small warmth was a balm against his boiling thoughts. With hesitant hands, she ran her thin fingers over over the ridges of his nose. Her rosy mouth was twisted in a grimace, as if pained. Odahviing's soul stung at the sight.

"What do you desire, Ysmir?"

"I—" Her eyes were still closed, but the tears were coming down soft and fast now. "I don't—"

A gentle purr rumbled out of the red dovah's throat as his Dovthurjud pressed her face into his snout, her arms stretched around him as far as she could reach. Then her knees buckled and Odahviing was the only thing between her and the cold flagstones.

"Kunziiyol," he whispered.

She let out a sob. "I can't leave, I can't—"

"Kunziiyol."

"Mon coeur." He felt her lips press like a brand against his snout. "Je t'aime."

He did not understand. The Judsedov said many things in some joor tinvaak that he did not comprehend, but her voice soothed the inferno in his spirit. "Kunziiyol."

Her hands fisted against his scaled ridges. Then she spoke, her voice so low that he only caught the vibrations of it through the air: "I don't want to leave you."

The dovah hummed.

"Odahviing, please." She lifted her head, her pale golden face shining with tears. "Ask me again?"

Ask her . . .

"Stay."

Her lips were on his scales again, again and again as she ran them in a hot trail across his face. "Yes, yes, I'll stay."

Warmth bloomed like sunlight in Odahviing's chest, golden and all-consuming. His Dovthurjud, his, and her kiir, she would stay, both of them.

Slipping his tongue from his mouth, he slid it passed the folds of his Dovthurjud's robe. Encircling her leg, he ran it up the silkin skin and pulled her legs against him. The Dovahkiin gasped, slipping forward along his snout as he lifted her. "Why do you want me to stay?" she asked, breathless as her weight settled over him.

Holding her aloft, a growl tumbled out of his throat. His Dovthurjud's eyes squeezed shut and she moaned, her mouth falling open. In response, his tongue constricted around her thighs, cradling the swell of her below the hips.

"Why . . . " she tried again, her voice trailing off in a groan.

He could not speak, not with her form enfolded in his tongue, with the taste of her on his lips, in his mouth . . . He could taste the changes in her body on her skin, though they were not yet visible to the eye. With her supported against him, he moved away from the sonaak's dwelling, carrying her to the ruins of the portal to Sovngarde, now sealed. Settling in the epicenter of the crater, he lowered the Dovahkiin to the ground, drawing his tongue back from the warmth of her skin. She slid to the ground, her legs disappearing beneath the pale linen of her robe. Odahviing reared his head back to take her in. Joor though she was, she was the Judsedov, his Kunziiyol. His.

Tears still stained her face, but there was a light in her eyes, a bright koor where before there was a brooding strun.

"Odahviing."

He bowed his head, settling it before her on the ground. Almost at once, her hands were stroking him again. "Do you not know?"

"Tell me."

As the Judsedov commanded, he must obey.

"You are my Dovthurjud, the great queen over all the dov."

She hummed, a chestnut curl trailing its way over her shoulder to settle on her breast where her robe fell open. Offhand, Odahviing noticed that she had not worn her wrapping. Just as she wore nothing about her hips.

"You are my Kunziiyol."

"What does that mean?" she asked, quick, eager.

Odahviing blew warm air against her, ruffling her curls and exposing the slender curve of her neck and shoulder. "You are the firelight burning in my soul."

"Odahviing, please." Her hands never stopped their gentle motion. "I don't understand what that means, but I, I think I have an idea, and I need to tell you something," she pursed her lips, her own small tongue poking between her teeth.

He could taste her emotions on the air, rising and full where earlier she was dampened. He could not bear for her to be so again.

"I don't want to take my baby back to Windhelm." She kissed him. "Maybe it's the way I left or because of the time we've spent here, but I, I don't want to leave you. I can't. Ulfric can do without me because I find I cannot do without you."

He breathed on her again, his warm breath flushing her skin.

"Odahviing," she whispered, leaning her head against his. "Mon coeur, I love you."

Kogaan Akatosh, but he loved her too.

#rosewing #fanfic #Odahviing #dragons #oc: leara roseblade #the elder scrolls #skyrim #mod post #dragon x human #last dragonborn

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