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dawn-moths · 9 months

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“Show Me You Love Me With the Shape of Your Bite”

Noe Archiviste x Female Reader

word count: 4300+

(celebrating two years of this blog, i’m back with a lil one shot for noe because the first fic i ever posted was for him. // A human’s strength is nothing compared to a vampire’s— a fact that’s always concerned Noe when it comes to being with you in such an intimate way. But, unlike how most of your own kind would warn you of, you’ve never had a reason to doubt or fear his intentions with you. Besides, as if letting him bite you on a normal basis wasn’t proof enough, even in the worst case scenario, you’ve already made it clear to Noe that you don’t necessarily mind a little pain if he’s the one causing it.)

content warning/disclaimer: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, vampires, biting/marking, blood/readers blood is drunk, reader is a bit of a masochist while Noe is apprehensive about hurting her too much, rough sex at times, size difference, dickriding, aftercare.

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Ribbons of broken, silver moonlight streamed in through the gaps of the curtains, the shadows of dusk dancing across the floors, starbursts of amber and coral shimmering on the polished hardwood from the crackling fire burning low and sultry in its stoney hearth.

In the night, Paris came alive, the city lights sparkling like a sea of stars across the horizon, the constant murmur and buzz of the after-dark crowds humming through the air in a stream of noise and energy, muffled and distant from where you now lay, yet you could still imagine the intensity of it all after growing so used to being a part of the pack yourself.

Ever since meeting Noe, you’d traded rising in the early morning and twilight wind-downs for long, late nights and views of the dawn breaking on the horizon, the first muted shades of lilac and gold signaling your time to rest rather than the plum and navy of night blanketing itself across the sky like most others of your kind followed the consistent rhythm of.

You should’ve guessed after the first few times he’d suggested you meet by moonlight rather than daylight that he was afflicted with the forbidden curse— that he was a vampire— but even back then you wouldn’t have cared.

Because Noe Archiviste was as captivating and handsome as he was charming and sweet, he was gentle and kind and compassionate and everything you’d grown up being told those of his kind were not. Because, to everyone else, vampires were monsters. They were cold and cruel, ruthless and ravenous, and among the worst of them were the wolves in sheep’s clothing, using pretty words and entrancing appearances to lure in their prey before sinking their teeth in deep.

Your Noe was the sun after a summer’s rain, warm and inviting. He was a home to return to after a long day, safe and familiar. He was the first face you looked for in a crowd, his name ready to fall from your lips as those two, lilting phantom syllables rested on your tongue.

Some days, you still found yourself reluctant to call what you two shared love, only for the fact that you’d both been keeping it a secret from everyone outside yourselves. But with all the feelings you held for him on a consistent basis in mind, how could what you felt for him be anything else?

You two were far more bonded than any human couple was. Noe knew the taste of your blood after all, had committed the flavor to memory, could distinguish it by a single drop alone. And you knew the imprint of his teeth just as well, craved the way his sharp incisors found a home in your supple flesh night after night, addicted to the ivory’s sharp and satisfying sting.

“Harder—” you breathed, gently writhing under Noe’s hold on you, though with no real means of escaping him. “Harder, Noe, please—!” You gasped as his bite sunk in a fraction deeper, drawing more rivulets of ruby red from the tender spot on your shoulder, sending a quick shudder down your spine, the sensation creeping vertebrae by vertebrae until it welled into the sticky, fluttering warmth of arousal pooling in your lower belly.

As his tongue lapped at the welling beads of red, slow and gentle to savor the taste of you, you let out a broken moan, body arching to follow the heat of his mouth. Noe was always so afraid to go too far, to lose control and end up hurting you, no matter how many times you assured him you wouldn’t ask for the pain if you didn’t want it. But he also couldn’t help but give in to your requests, even if sometimes it made his stomach twist with guilt.

The moment you started making those succulent, saccharine mewling sounds of pleasure though, it was as if all of his ice-dipped remorse melted away. He could drink down your whines and moans just as easily as he could your blood, meeting your mouth for a languid, tongue-entwined kiss, letting you taste your own blood as you parted your lips to let him in.

You’d asked him before what blood tasted like to vampires, said all you could make out from the coppery flavor was the wince-inducing bitterness that had you resisting the urge to screw up your features and spit it from your mouth. So it was hard to believe him when he described it as sweet— sometimes even sickly so— with a hint of pleasant salt and the lingering undertones of something that could only be compared to addiction.

But your part of this exchange didn’t require you to enjoy the taste. For you, it was the feeling— the completely embodied sensation— of what having your blood drunk by him felt like that urged you to keep seeking out his teeth.

It was heavenly. Pure ecstasy. It made you forget why humans had spent so many centuries fearing vampires, if only for the fact that, if it weren’t for you and Noe’s special bond, he probably could’ve drained you dry and left you for dead like the legends of old warned about.

There were still plenty of vampires lurking the streets and hiding in the shadows whose hunger had gone insatiable, morphing them into greedy, voracious monsters who couldn’t see any innocent life past all that gushing red. But your Noe was different. He’d held onto his morality longer than most of his kind would ever have the will to consider, let alone succeed at, and you guessed you could consider yourself pretty lucky that you’d run into him on that first fateful night rather than someone else more sinister and selfish.

“You ok…?” Noe asked in between shallow, panting breaths, his hands splayed on either side of your head as he gazed down at you, lips stained red and shining with your shared saliva, the tip of his tongue darting out to catch the fading crimson that remained. The next thing you felt was his palm, warm, now that his energy had been replenished from your blood, cradling your cheek. You lay underneath him, back sinking into the mattress and eyes closed as his shadow blanketed over your bare form, allowing yourself to drift off into the serenity that often followed Noe’s feedings.

You felt safe. Held. Comforted by his presence and by the fact that, during this act, you were two becoming one in a way few would ever know or understand.

Letting him drink from you often came after sex. It allowed a euphoric extension on the galaxy of pleasure that Noe’s body could coax from yours. It also ensured that he didn’t have too much strength to unleash upon your fragile human form, his pace slow and sensual as he buried himself deeper and deeper into you. But sometimes, like tonight, when he indulged in a feeding beforehand, well…

You knew you were going to be in for one hell of a ride.

“Maybe I took too much this time…” Noe muttered to himself in a low, worried tone as you felt the bed shift around you, your eyes fluttering open to watch as he changed position, carefully lifting your limp figure up to drape and rest against his chest before leaning back against the barrier of pillows that lined the headboard. He was carding his long fingers through your lightly tousled hair, mumbling sporadic thoughts under his breath under the false pretense that you’d drifted off to sleep. You thought you heard him say something about stopping there for the night, not wanting to push you past your limits.

That was enough to jolt you back to consciousness, just enough to stir in his grasp and breathe out a weak and airy, “Noe…” on account of still recovering from your recent blood loss. You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes, which had now been leeched of their glowing, crimson color and turned back to calming lavender on account of his appetite being satisfied. You gave him a feeble, tired smile and said, “It’s ok… I’m ok. I can keep going…”

The vampire considered you for a moment. He knew you had a habit of pushing yourself, but before he could think on it too long, you were taking his face in your hands and luring him back to you with one of those adorable, delicate little giggles. “Noe, come on…” you reassured him with a smile, devotion sparkling in your eyes, “You know I trust you more than anyone else. Plus, even if you do hurt me a little bit…” You paused, feeling your cheeks heat before admitting what you were about to next, despite having done it several times to him already. “Even if you do hurt me, I don’t mind. I… like the pain, remember?”

Beckoning him closer to you now, letting him lay his head against your chest and cradling your arms around him like he was the delicate one, like he was the one worth worrying about and protecting, you carded your little fingers through his snowy locks of hair and softly spoke to him, telling him again that you trusted him, how you loved him, and as the words left your mouth you knew them to be true, no hesitation in the confession you’d been so afraid to acknowledge prior.

Noe could’ve sunk so far into the comfort you gave him he would’ve drowned in it, finding he was never as soft and sentimental with anyone else as when he was with you. He never allowed himself to let his guard down to such a level, for a moment forgetting that, outside of this room, you two were widely considered to be enemies— hunter and prey, a monster and a girl.

He sometimes used to wonder if he’d ever find someone he could love who would also love him in return, before meeting you. And what was a luckier, more divine thing than to have your own angel to hold? To have someone who thought and cared about you as much as you thought and cared about them?

“Alright…” Noe mumbled, his cheek pressed to your chest, listening to your beating heart, counting out each gentle drum of the steady rhythm. As he lifted his head to meet your tired, half-lidded gaze, he said, “But I need you to promise me one thing…” Rising further to sit up, the two of you across from one another, bodies bare and on display for each other to see, to have, to hold, Noe’s words dripped with earnesty as he said, “If things start to go too far, I need you to tell me.”

“Noe, I—”

But he cut you off, cupping your cheek in his palm. “I know we’ve talked about this before, but I also know you haven’t always been completely honest with me about it.” You resisted the urge to swallow down the lump of guilt that had curled up in your throat, unable to deny his concerned accusation. Softly stroking his thumb along your jaw, so feathery light you could barely feel it, he set his lilac gaze on your neck where his bite had already begun to bruise and scab over, now a deep shade of wine. He said, “It’s been a while since I— since we’ve done this after a feeding…”

He didn’t need to explain any further. You knew exactly what he was so worried about now— the fact that, last time he drank beforehand and not after, it had resulted in you with tears streaming down your face and several more bites and bruises to paint your skin while he’d been blinded by the carnality of it all. You’d barely been able to walk the next day, feeling like something inside of you had been broken beyond repair, and even though you’d tried to assure him you would be ok, deep down there had been some fear sparked in you.

The pain he’d caused you that night had surpassed the fine line of the sugar-coated, thorny pleasure that you craved and ended up as injury instead.

Noe had said he’d never allow himself to partake in your blood before sex again, though, after months of trying to convince him not every time had to be like that first one and that, while you couldn’t necessarily erase the memory, you could help fix it by replacing it with something better, you’d gotten him to come around.

“I promise,” you told him, reaching forward to take his hand. He laced his fingers with yours, careful even in that act, as if each new touch he bestowed upon you from now until morning held the risk of breaking his own vow. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll tell you.”

You felt relief when his lips twitched into a soft, dreamy grin, the expression there and then gone in an instant, becoming entranced with the way your little hand fit together with his, palms pressed together and creating more shared warmth, Noe able to feel your pulse through your skin and noting the way it was picking up speed a little as he placed his other hand on your knee and gave a gentle squeeze.

It was you who leaned in to kiss him then, catching him off guard for a moment until he followed your cue and allowed himself to melt back into you, the hand on your knee sliding up to rest on your bare thigh, kneading the plush flesh there, slow and savoring, as you combed your fingers through his hair and sighed into his mouth, your core already coiling again in tiny, tight little pulses as his fingers grew closer to brushing up against where you were already slick and waiting.

A tender, broken moan spilled from your mouth as his first finger slipped inside, testing your tightness and comfort before adding in a second and curling at his knuckles, causing you to arch your back and slide further down to lay flat for him, spreading your legs wider as he slowly scissored his digits inside of you, biting back his own moan when he felt your hole clenching around what was inside harder the more he stretched you.

He caught his bottom lip on one of his fangs, vehemently reminding himself to stay in control, don’t go too far, don’t hurt her as his own arousal pulsed thick and eager through his veins, that familiar sharp pang of adrenaline already beginning to surge.

He was starting to remember now— how hard it had been to stop once he’d started— and the thought made his stomach churn for a whole other reason. But you were right. This time didn’t have to be like the last. It wouldn’t be. He’d make sure of it.

Once he’d prepped you enough to take him, Noe began to line himself up with your entrance, feeling his own cock twitch in his hand as he caught sight of the glistening beads that drooled from your cunt, asking you if you were ok before nudging in the tip, pausing when you momentarily winced, only continuing when you nodded at him to signal it was alright for him to keep going.

And, god, you loved how you could feel every single vein and ridge of him as he carved out a home inside of you, the velvety flesh of his cock massaging every part of your insides like it had been designed to do so, both your bodies devoted and destined to learn each other in this way long before you’d even met. The sweet sting of him splitting you in two made your tummy tighten and flutter, your pussy squeezing around the length of him just enough to give a teasing taste of what he already expected was to come.

His breathing was soon beginning to pick up speed, Noe hoping to hide just how much you were affecting him already as he forced out even, shuddering huffs, hunching over you while he tried not to let himself go completely, no matter how badly he wanted to right now.

It made him remember something else he’d almost forgotten about that last time— just how much better you felt when he was inside you after he’d been replenished by your blood, all his senses alive, every nerve alight with the heightened vitality that he gained from a recent feeding. It’s what made this all so dangerous in the first place.

“It’s ok…” you assured him, your own chest moving with the shallow, panting breaths of anticipation as you remedied your prior words with, “I’m ok. I trust you…”

Noe wanted to believe he could trust himself too. And as he felt the animalistic urgency within him simmer a little, he figured it was alright to start moving.

As much as it killed him to go so slow, he forced himself to hold out, gradually rolling his hips to meet yours, your voices moaning in tandem, creating a lilting melody of pleasure with each inch he drove deeper into you and every constricting squeeze of your cunt around his cock.

“Harder—” you were telling him again, the request cracking with a breathy whine as you felt him brush against your cervix, sharp jolts sparking through your abdomen followed by the slow, syrupy drip of pleasure that ran thick through your blood. You felt Noe hesitate for a moment, but when you twisted your fingers through his silky white hair and gave a tug, he snapped his hips forward hard enough to shove you a few inches up the bed. A small yelp emitted from you, clipped with a satisfied mewl, and you loosened your fist in his hair, tenderly stroking the back of his neck, playing with the wispy tufts at the base of his skull as you whispered out, “That’s it… Just like that…”

Noe had to pin your wrists down then, find some way to keep you anchored as he prepared to pound into you harder, though not yet with the rigorous speed you both knew he was capable of. And when you asked him to bite you again, well…

That time, Noe just couldn’t tell you no.

Sinking his teeth into your unmarked shoulder and feeling the skin break, more of your warm, sticky blood flooding into his mouth, Noe drank down gulp after gulp in rapid succession. This made him forget to mind his strength for a moment, and as you fell more slack under his hold, lulled by the euphoria of having your blood drunk by him for the second time that night, he nearly lost you.

He came back to his senses just in time, his saliva filled mouth pulling away from the new bite with a glittering strand of diluted reddish-pink bowing and snapping back onto the crook between your neck and shoulder.

He was partially horrified with himself, and for a moment wondered if he’d finally gone too far, past the point of no return, but was able to exhale a sigh of relief when you fluttered open your tired, bleary eyes and your shallow breathing registered to his sensitive hearing.

“I don’t think I can do this…” the vampire admitted under his breath, sounding disappointed in himself as he pulled out of you and used the pad of his thumb to swipe up a drop of red that was slowly dripping down towards your collar bones, shamelessly licking it away before casting you a quick, guilty glance. “I’m going to hurt you again. I know I am. I—”

Trying to prop yourself up onto your elbows in a way that was less than graceful, to say the least, you blinked the blood loss from your vision until Noe came back into focus. After a few minutes the swaying sensation of lightheadedness abated and you were able to roll yourself over, laying on your stomach as you stared at him sitting on the edge of the bed and looking stressed and conflicted.

You might’ve been able to call it a night, if not for the fact that you were still burning up inside with the need to release all this pent up arousal, so you decided to try approaching things from a different angle.

“Hey…” You lightly ran your fingertips along his spine, watching his back muscles flex as he turned partially to glance over his shoulder at you. “Lay down.”

Noe was already beginning to apologize, though for what exactly, you weren’t sure— as far as you were concerned, he’d done nothing wrong other than stop before letting you come— but you pressed a finger to his lips before he could finish his spoken atonement.

You had him right where you wanted him— right where you needed him now. “Stop talking,” you said, climbing atop him once he was laying flat on his back, straddling him as you took his face in both your palms, his hands quickly reaching for your hips to help steady you when you began to sway slightly, still not fully recovered from the blood loss.

You were staring at him, desperately searching all that alluring lavender for any sign that he understood, and he was staring back at you as if he were being touched by god, completely enraptured by the gentle light in your eyes alone. “Let me take care of you,” you murmured, the moment of revelation drifting away. “You always do such a good job at taking care of me…” Taking his still hard cock in your hand, a small smirk curving on your lips when you felt him slightly tense beneath you, his stomach flinching, you lined it up with your entrance once more. “It’s my turn now.”

Noe let out a stuttering breath of ecstasy as you sunk down on him, both of you needing less time to catch your breath now but no less urgent in your need for each other. And as you began to grind your hips down on him, your clit rubbing hard against his pelvic bone every time you rolled forward and making your eyes tip to the back of your head, Noe kept a firm grip on your hips, helping to pull you down further onto his cock every time you lifted off again.

The glowing illumination of the midnight moon drenched your silhouette as you rode him, Noe admiring the way the light shone on your dewy skin, pretty tits bouncing as you began to pick up speed, your head thrown back, neck exposed and mouth hanging open with silent ecstasy as you approached closer and closer to the edge.

Noe was close too, beginning to buck his hips up into you to match your rhythm towards the end, still so strong even when he wasn’t trying that hard, making your toes curl as you twisted the bed sheets tight in your fists, hunching over him as your trembling legs felt like they were about to give out, thighs burning from the exertion and sweat gathering in the crooks of your folded knees, a new, high-pitched moan tumbling from your throat with each thrust.

And, god, when you both came at the same time, you swore you saw spots of heaven blinking in your vision, falling forward to drape yourself over him completely, squeezing every last drop from him as his cock spurt thick ropes of cum inside of you, enough to ooze out of your abused little hole and drip in thick, creamy dollops back onto him where you two remained connected until Noe mustered up enough strength to take your limp form in his arms and carefully sit up just enough to pull out of you, keeping you cradled against his warm chest until you actually did doze off.

Gently setting you aside, pulling a sheet across your naked body to shield you from the chill while he went to fetch a damp, warm washcloth to clean you up with, Noe was haunted by the fact that, for as many times as you two had been together before, it had never been quite as good as that.

Haunted, only for the fact that it had still been a dangerous risk to take. Yet still, a risk he had a feeling he’d be unable to talk you out of taking again.

He noted the various bruises speckled about your body as he cleaned you, dark blotches in the shape of his fingertips where they’d dug into your hips, more scattered across your thighs, your wrists, around the bites on both sides of your shoulders and along your neck where he’d branded you with hickies he hadn’t even remembered deciding to mark you with.

After leaving to fix himself up and returning again, Noe checked your pulse, two fingers pressed softly to the side of your neck, just to make sure his worst fear hadn’t come to pass. He flinched minutely when your little hand reached up to cup his, a sated smile spread across your lips, eyes still closed as you muttered out, “See… told you I’d be ok…”

Noe’s grin was a little more incredulous than anything, but as he gently stroked the side of your head, smoothing back some strands of tousled hair from your sweet face he adored gazing upon so much, he was just glad that you were alright this time around.

Curling up beside you, pressing a chaste peck to your forehead, Noe told you he loved you through a tired, dreamy sigh. Only then did you open your eyes, pupils dilated to swallow the color of your irises in the dark, and whispered back to him, like a promise, like a prayer, “I love you too…” After that, all you could remember was the darkness of encroaching unconsciousness and the familiar, comforting heat of his body entangled with yours, asleep and safe in each other’s arms at the end of another unforgettable night.

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(Hello and thank you so much for reading! I really can’t believe it’s already been two years since I made this blog and started writing/posting fanfiction. Time really flies huh?

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kdogreads · 1 year

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My Dove

Chibs Telford x f!Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, FLUFFY SMUT (very soft!Chibby🥹), swearing, every pet name known to man, minors DNI I mean it

AN: I’m simply in love with him. For some reason I couldn’t get the idea of Chibs calling his girl “dove,” like she’s the peace in crazy life, so this is that. :,)

Dedicated to my new friend @ankhmutes who helped me bounce this idea around!

Send me more SOA requests! Thank you for reading. :)

It was approaching 1 am before you finally heard the rumbling of your man’s bike approaching your driveway. He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you worry. You can’t help it. You need to see him home safe before you can relax.

You rose from your seat at the small wooden table in your kitchen and stepped to pour the rest of your coffee down the sink. You didn’t want your husband to know you’d been slugging coffee all night to keep awake, though he would already know when he walked in and saw you there, all the lights on in the kitchen.

The rumbling stopped and moments later the sound of keys prodding against the door caused you to spin on your heel from the sink. You were leaning against the counter, the fabric of your husband’s shirt clinging to your sides, falling just below the curve of your ass, your thin cotton sleep shorts barely poking out below.

The door swung open with a soft thud and in stepped a very tired, defeated looking man.

“Mo ghràdh (my love),” He exhaled while unloading his gear onto the table in front of you, “What are ye doin’ up?”

He crossed the small distance between you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, his head sinking to rest on your shoulder.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby,” you cooed into his hair. It was sticky with sweat and smelled of a mix of earth, shampoo and gunpowder — undeniably Chibs.

He stayed there in your embrace for a long moment before he let out a baritone sigh, standing up and running his calloused hands up along your soft arms.

“Get in bed, lass,” he breathed onto your forehead, placing a soft kiss there, “I’ll join you soon, hm?”

You nodded slightly and stretched up on your tiptoes to plant a sweet peck on his lips. His hand drifted down to yours and raised it up to brush his lips against your knuckles before stepping back and heading for the bathroom.

You heard the shower turn on as you climbed into bed and lit up the spliff Chibs had rolled for you before he left for the day. The smoke felt hot as it trickled into your lungs, but the worry you felt just moments before melted away with the sting.

It wasn’t long before Chibs came walking into your bedroom dressed in only black cotton boxers. You smiled sweetly at him as he tiredly made his way to his side of the bed and pulled the covers back to climb in.

Your eyes felt heavy with the weight of the high hitting you hard. Chibs slid closer to you and lifted his arm up, signaling you to tuck your head against his chest and lean into him. The smell of his musky shower gel and just him flooded your senses.

You lifted the joint to meet his lips and he slid his thick fingers over your thin ones to take it in his grasp. Now being free, your hand floated up to his damp brownish-gray locks and tucked a stray hair behind his ear. He shut his eyes as the sting of the smoke flowed into his lungs and back out of of his parted lips. His dark orbs fluttered back open and met yours in a soft gaze.

He met the joint to his lips again and inhaled deeply before moving a large hand to cup the back of your head. With a low, “c’mere,” he met his lips to yours and the mellowed burn of the smoke filled your senses. A sleepy smile molded on your face as your exhaled and planted a kiss on Chibs’ rough lips.

“Long day, love?” You asked softly, ghosting your lips over his scarred cheeks.

“Aye,” He sighed, “Y’could say so.” His hand ran through your flowing locks and you leaned into his touch.

He reached across the bed to snuff out the still-glowing roach then returned his hands to you, one still tangled in your hair and the other reaching for your bare thigh.

As quickly as your hazy mind could muster, you swung a silky leg over his to straddle his bulky lap. His rough hands, the very same that were beginning to bruise and swell at the knuckle before your eyes, were now gently running up and down your sides. The feather-like touches sent tingles down your spine.

“What do you need, baby?” You whispered as your hands drifted to caress the sides of his face, one thumb sliding over his slightly swollen lower lip, “Tell me.”

“You, dove,” His lips ghosted to your neck, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder. He spoke slowly, finishing his thought, “I only need you, my peace.”

You sighed into his touch as his lips kissed from your ear, to your jaw, to the soft spot just above your clavicle, exposed from the stretched-out neckline of your old reaper t-shirt.

Chibs’ calloused hands slid gently under your shirt, his shirt, and his lips parted from your salty skin only momentarily to pull the fraying fabric over your head. He breathed in sharply when your bare torso came into his view. No matter how many times he’s had you, he’s always blown away by your beauty — the fact that you are his, and only his.

The cool air of your bedroom flowed over your skin, causing goosebumps to tingle up your spine and your already-taut nipples to pebble invitingly. Chibs’ hands danced up your sides to meet the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs brushing over the enticing apexes of them. You arched your back into him, head falling back at the overwhelming sensation you felt — a mix of the high and Chibs’ skilled hands palming into you already had you reeling.

A soft sigh fell from your lips as Chibs’ dipped his head to kiss the plush skin of your breasts gently as he made his way down to one of your sensitive peaks. He pushed you back slightly and took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it and sucking the skin slightly. His thumb and forefinger teased your other nipple, sending your hips grinding into his involuntarily.

Your hands tangled through his damp hair as his lips traveled back up your tingling skin to meet your own plump lips. He kissed you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let you go - slow and deep. His lips never left yours as he toyed with the hem of your sleep shorts, ghosting his rough finger tips over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Please, Filip,” you breathed into his parted lips, “Touch me.”

His fingers hooked the thin, damp fabric and slid it to the side. A strained breath fell from your lips as the cool air swirled around your aching heat. He ran his fingers up and down your dripping slit and gathered the slickness before gliding up to circle your clit. Your sensitive nub ached as he drew soft whines and moans from you.

“Always so perfect for me, sweetheart,” He cooed into your ear, your head having fallen to rest on his shoulder as he pushed you further towards the peak of your pleasure. His fingers didn’t let up as you started to squirm in his lap, legs shifting just so your core ground roughly into his hardening cock.

You felt closer and closer to your release as Filip put his hand in your hair and gently pulled your head up from his shoulder to meet his captivating gaze.

“Let me watch ya, m’annsachd (my blessing),” His fingers sliding quickly to your pulsing hole while his thumb circled your clit, “See tha’ pretty face fall apart.”

His gravelly words flipped the switch in your belly and the blinding white hotness of your orgasm washed over you. Your head fell back into Filip’s hand as your thighs trembled over his own, the high you felt adding a new intensity to your rolling peak. The shaking of your thighs started to subside after what felt like an eternity, settling back down as Filip’s arms came to rest around your soft hips. He pulled you close to him as you floated back down to earth.

“God, I love you, Filip,” you squeaked out as you wrapped your fatigued arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighed into your embrace. “I love you more than I can say, my dove.”

Your hands take purchase in the short hairs at the base of his neck while Filip kisses all along your salty skin, sucking at the soft spot just above your clavicle. It’s your favorite and he knows it.

“Please, please,” you plead, not knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Somehow though, Chibs knows exactly what you need. He always does.

He shushes you softly as his hands move to free his hard cock from the confines of his boxers and slide your shorts back out of the way. You breathe in sharply as his thick length slides through your slick walls, meeting the resistance of your clenching walls.

A sharp “ungh” escapes from your throat as your thighs sink down to meet Filip’s. The stretch overwhelms you every damn time. Your nails rake down the smooth contours of his upper back as you take a moment to adjust.

“Shhh, mo ghràdh, I’ve got you,” Filip cups the back of your head with one hand and rubs the arch in your back with the other, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

After another beat you slowly lift yourself off of Chibs’ thighs, the deep ache reaching into your belly as your hips snap back down. He pushes you down by your hipbones, grinding you into him and making the dirtiest noises slip from your mouth.

The friction of your clit on his pubic bone, the way you can feel him in your guts, the praise and reassurances dancing into your ear and the muddled way your foggy brain is stringing all together — it’s all too much for you and you let out a string of words that could be mistaken for a prayer in another context.

“Ah, fuck. F—Filip, Christ. Please, baby. I — I can’t.”

A deep groan boils out of his chest. Seeing you this way, so drunk on his cock and unaware of even your own name anymore; it makes him feral.

“Tha’s it, my girl. Made just fer me, angel, I swear,” His arms wrap back around your trembling torso as he fucks into you, grinding your bodies impossibly close together, “Gimme one more, baby girl. I know you can.”

With another slew of curse words falling from your lips, you feel the string snap once more deep in your belly. The way your walls flutter harshly around his cock send Filip into his own peak, hot streams of his seed painting your insides. You grab at his back, his arms, his hair — anything you can reach as you shake and whine in his grasp for another moment.

Finally, the earth stops spinning around you as you come back into reality to the sounds of two heaving chests and praises in your ear. Chibs rests his head on your shoulder, and you on his. The intimacy of your embrace sending that warm, fuzzy feeling through your veins.

“Thank you, mo chridhe (my heart). I needed ya so goddamn much,” He turns his head slightly to plant sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“Still do,” kiss, “Always do,” kiss.

Your heart flutters at his affection. He’s never shy about how much he loves you, but it’s even more so after a rough day like today must have been. He’ll tell you about it someday, but not now. Now he just needs to hold you, to know you are here.

“I’m here, baby,” You whisper, his softening cock slipping out of you as slide down to lay next to each other, “Here forever, my love.”

“I love you so, my peace; my dove.”

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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

Bill Weasley x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Bill Weasley and his new wife have their wedding reception interrupted by Death Eaters and news of the Ministry falling. Things look bleak when they escape to Shell Cottage, but they find a way to keep each other going.

Word Count: 1,015

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Weddings were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be joyful celebrations, with all the people who mattered most. Even in the midst of a brewing war, I thought Bill and I would get that. One night of a break before returning our attention to all the terrible things going on in the world.

I guess I should've known better.

One minute, I was twirling across the dancefloor in the arms of my new husband, sharing a smile as the rest of the world faded away. In that moment, despite everything going on outside of our wedding, the world felt perfect.

The next minute, a glowing lynx had burst through the ceiling and into the middle of the dancefloor, announcing the fall of the Ministry of Magic and the death of the Minister along with it. The reception descended into chaos, people screaming and running as the protective enchantments around the giant tent fell one by one. It had been absolute chaos, and I barley remembered Bill grabbing my hand and getting us both out of there as the Death Eaters arrived.

Now, I sat on the sofa in Shell Cottage, where we were supposed to start our honeymoon. The place had glowed with warmth and coziness the first time we'd visited, but now it seemed all too dark, cold, and deserted.

"I just let my dad know we're alright," Bill said, coming back into the living room. He'd stepped outside to send a Patronus to his dad, to make sure the family wouldn't worry about us. "Hopefully we'll hear back from him soon."

I nodded, a little numbly, as my new husband crossed the room and waved his wand to start a fire in the fireplace. Once he'd finished, he came to sit next to me on the couch. We both stayed there for a few long moments, shoulder to shoulder and staring into the flames. I have no idea how long we would've stayed there on our own, but another glowing Patronus shot into the room not much later, this one the familiar shape of a weasel.

Bill's dad's voice came from the Patronus to tell us the rest of the family was safe, and that they'd be in touch when they could. A bit of the weight lifted off my chest, but a lot of it still remained. As the light of the Patronus and Arthur's voice faded, the darkness crept back in, despite the fire.

"Y/N?" I looked up to see Bill's concerned face. "Love, you're crying."

I raised a hand to my cheek to find he was right. Tears were streaming down my face, and the second I was forced to recognize it, a dam broke inside me.

I fell forward into Bill's chest as I sobbed, and he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight, rubbing one hand soothingly up and down my back.

"It's going to be alright," he muttered into my hair, his own voice miraculously calm. I just cried harder.

"How can you say that, Bill?" I wailed. "We almost got killed at our own wedding, and now the Ministry has completely fallen. How can you possibly say that we're going to make it through this alright?"

He took a deep, shaky breath, then gently pulled me back from him enough that he could look me in the eye. His eyes shone and his eyebrows were furrowed, mirroring the distress I felt. But there was a grim set to the line of his mouth that signaled a quiet, unbreakable determination.

"We will make it through this," he promised. He gripped my shoulders a little tighter, leaning in until we were almost nose to nose. "We will get to our happy ending, no matter what."

I laughed a little through the tears, Bill's absolute conviction so ridiculous it brought a smile to my face.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. He grinned.

"Because it's us. We just got married. That means we're a team, for the rest of our lives, against anything else the world wants to throw at us. And I happen to know that we make a fantastic team. I personally pity anyone who bets against us."

I giggled again, leaning into Bill as he leaned into me. No one else in the world could've lifted my spirits in this moment, other than the man sitting beside me. Which, of course, was no small part of the reason I'd married him.

"Come on," Bill said after a minute, standing and holding out his hand to me. "I believe we were in the middle of something before those bastards crashed our wedding."

I shook my head, still smiling anyway as I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Still in my wedding dress, and with Bill still in his suit, we came together in the middle of the living room in Shell Cottage to finish the slow dance that had been interrupted. His arms wrapped tightly around me and I rested my head on his chest while the last of the tears dried on my face.

"You're right," I mumbled, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "You're right, we will get through this. And I'll personally make sure anyone who tries to hurt us comes to regret it."

Bill huffed a laugh and tightened his arms around me.

"I have absolutely no doubts about that."

I pulled back to smile into the face of the man I loved, and after a moment, he leaned in and kissed me. We stayed like that for a long time, swaying in the middle of our living room, kissing occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the fact that we were still here, together and whole, after everything that had happened.

In the warm, flickering glow of the firelight, the darkness of the cottage started to regain its cozy feeling, and a tiny spark of joy for the thought of the future rekindled itself in my chest.

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Unrequited - Chapter 3 - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

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summary: on one particular night, y/n offers tsu'tey intimacy with no expectations in return, which sparks up a complex relationship between them. they grapple with guilt, unrequited love, and newfound intimacy, as y/n and tsu'tey navigate the depths of their feelings for each other

wc: 5k

contains: one-sided love, angst, smut, friends with benefits (ig), smut in this chapter!

a/n: this chapter integrates arvok's plot (tsu'tey's brother), so if you're curious, here's a short post explaining his backstory. i think there will be about 2 more chapters and we'll be done with the series ♡ feel free to send me asks about the series about whatever, i love theorizing with you

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As soon as the eclipse began, you would often find yourself hurrying down the well-worn path that led to the training hut, your feet carrying you through the glowing, lush forest. Your heart raced with anticipation, whenever the faint light from within the hut came into your sight, welcoming you in and signaling that Tsu’tey was already waiting for you inside. The hut was a safe haven for your meetups, far enough from the Home Tree to offer you privacy and closed off enough to protect you from accidental encounters with the forest animals. Your cheeks would flush with excitement for the next few hours spent in the comfort of his company, ignoring that small crack in your heart growing deeper with each visit. A constant reminder that Tsu’tey was never truly yours.

And when the sun rose, you would quickly make your way to the river, to wash off any signs of Tsu’tey, as if the night never had happened. You’d return back to the Home Tree, eager to occupy yourself with your daily tasks. Ever since the battle, Mo’at had finally begun to recognize you as a helpful asset and gave you more challenging work. Grateful for the distraction, you tried your best to push away the nagging feeling that Tsu’tey was growing tired of you.

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Despite Norm’s persistence to talk Tsu’tey into his suggestions, he knew he was outmatched the moment Tsu’tey stopped in his tracks to focus his attention on something else. His eyes were glued to your frame, unable to concentrate on anything else but how at ease and relaxed you seemed to be, finally acting your age. Norm continued to babble about opening a new school but Tsu’tey paid him no mind, instead swatting his hand to dismiss him, and pricking his ears to try and hear whatever Takuk was telling you to make you laugh. Tsu’tey couldn’t shake off the feeling of jealousy that gnawed at him… he had never made you laugh when you were spending time with him. And while growing up, he had always felt protective of you, this time it felt different. Norm followed Tsu’tey’s line of sight, finding you at the end of it.

“Tsu’tey, surely you remember how Grace taught you, right? Why not consider a new school?” Norm stepped in front of Tsu’tey to block you from his sight.

“Grace is gone. Who will teach the children now?” Tsu’tey retorted, irritated, forced to shift his attention back to Norm.

“I will! And many scientists from the lab volunteered to help out.”

“Can’t you see that the clan has more important issues to focus on? You want to invite the sky people back here again to ruin everything?” Tsu’tey gestured towards the wreckage of the Home Tree, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Come on, now, you know that having a school can help!” Norm threw his hands in the air, as if Tsu’tey was denying him the most obvious solution.

Tsu’tey opened his mouth to disagree, but the train of his thought was abruptly interrupted by one of his warriors running towards him, hollering at the top of his lungs.

"Tsu'tey! You have to see this!"

The voice immediately caught your attention too, as you and Takuk swiftly rose to your feet, starting to sense a sudden commotion in the distance. The second Tsu’tey and Norm ran off, both of you followed right after them, drawing closer to a gathering crowd. You lost sight of Tsu’tey but luckily, Takuk led the way, making room for you to join the front of the crowd and see the unfolding scene.

Arvok, Tsu’tey’s younger brother, was wrestling with Jake in the middle of the circle. It looked like Arvok was struggling to keep up with Jake’s fluid combat, tightly gripping a knife in his hand that couldn’t quite reach his opponent. Yet, despite the obvious outcome of the fight, Arvok was refusing to give up, growling and hissing under Jake. You covered your mouth in disbelief at the sight. You've known Arvok since childhood - he was always a quiet and obedient child, just a few years younger than you. Over time, you discovered that you had quite a bit in common with him, and even interacted on occasion. But growing up in the shadow of his brother's glory, Arvok always yearned for his parents' love and respect, yet never quite received it. His strained relationship with Tsu'tey only added to his feelings of isolation, and you often felt sorry for him, knowing that neither of you would ever truly be seen by Tsu'tey.

Your eyes darted around the crowd, taking in the chaos and noise. They settled the second you caught a glimpse of Tsu’tey’s parents, who stood out amidst the chaos. Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father, had a fearsome reputation in the clan. Even when you were little, older kids would sometimes scare you with Ateyo’s name in order to discipline you. He often argued with Eytukan, thinking that he did not deserve to be the chief, but eventually things settled, when Tsu’tey mated with Silwanin and stood next in line to lead the clan. Tsu’tey’s mother, Artsut, was next to her mate, her eyes glassy as she watched her youngest child lose. She was known to be the driving force in her family, always pushing Ateyo and their sons to strive for more and demand what others had. Since the arrival of Jake and him becoming Toruk Makto, Tsu’tey’s parents never hid their open hatred towards the dreamwalker. They believed Jake was a demon who betrayed their clan and stole Neytiri from Tsu’tey. So when Tsu’tey refused to pick a fight with Jake, they redirected their efforts at their youngest son, who always sought validation.

Unlike the others, they seemed unphased, almost as if they were expecting the fight. Tsu’tey stepped in, pulling Jake off his brother, and taking a stand between two men. He shouted angrily, looking in between them.

“What is the matter with you? Two of my brothers fighting each other?” he put on his scary Olo’eyktan face, silencing the crowd.

Arvok quickly rose to his feet, his eyes roaming over the crowd to avoid meeting Tsu’tey’s. It did not slip your attention, the way Arvok caught sight of his parents and hung his head immediately. Jake took a step back with a sigh, nodding to show he agreed with Tsu’tey. It was clear that he did not want to participate, and that the duel was most likely called by Arvok. Everyone was caught off guard when Ateyo suddenly stepped forward with a puffed out chest.

“You cannot intervene in a duel, even if you are the Olo’eyktan,” Ateyo spoke loudly, earning a scowl from his oldest son, “You must respect the tradition and let the fight end in a victory for one of the two men.”

The crowd murmured in agreement as Ateyo spoke, their nods and chants echoing his sentiments. You too knew that Ateyo was right - once a duel had begun, it had to be seen through to maintain the warriors' honor. Tsu’tey's expression fell as he looked out at his people, his mind likely recalling his own fight with Jake. Neytiri had tried to stop it then, but Eytukan insisted on respecting the clan’s tradition. It was one of those defining moments where Tsu’tey had to choose between being a good Olo’eyktan or being a friend.

“Fine,” Tsu’tey nodded, stepping out of the circle.

Without a warning, Arvok jumped at Jake, hurling his knife at him. You held your breath at the sound of the metal slicing through the air, but Jake managed to avoid it, instead delivering a punch to Arvok’s middle and knocking the air out of him. Arvok stumbled back, giving Jake an opening to kick him to the ground and strangle him. The crowd let out a collective gasp, when Toruk Makto pressed down on Arvok’s throat. Arvok struggled to fight back as his air supply was cut off, but he eventually calmed down and admitted defeat. Jake panted heavily, slowly getting off of Arvok and looking around at the people who acknowledged his clear victory. But it wasn’t the end, and Arvok was not satisfied with the outcome. Taking him by surprise, Arvok threw his knife at Jake. The man stumbled backward, managing to catch the knife with his hand and slicing it open.

Everyone watched in shock, as Jake collapsed on the ground. Mo’at and you jumped to his side, quickly checking for his pulse. Neytiri appeared by you in an instant, eyes wide with worry as she waited for either of you to tell her what happened.

"What is wrong?" she asked, her voice shaking with concern.

"Toruk Makto has been poisoned," Mo'at announced loudly. "The knife was poisoned.”

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It was late, when you exited Tsahik's hut, exhausted from the late hour and the arduous task of gathering specific herbs from deep caves to prepare medicine for Jake. You left knowing that Mo'at and Neytiri would stay with him throughout the night, so your help wasn’t needed anymore.

As you stepped outside, you noticed Tsu'tey lingering in the shadows by the entrance. You knew he had spent the entire day in a meeting with the elders, discussing the punishment for his family. The weight of the decision was written all over his face. It was evident that no matter what punishment he chose, it would be difficult for Tsu'tey to enforce it upon his own kin.

“Is he…?” Tsu’tey nodded towards the hut.

“Don’t worry,” you answered, “The medicine helped fight the poison, he just needs to rest for the night.”

“So he’ll be alright?”

“Yes, you can ask Mo’at, she’s inside.”

Tsu’tey nodded in appreciation, but when he moved to walk in, you caught him by the wrist. He looked back at you slightly confused.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“Don’t worry about me,” he shook off, brushing past you into the hut.

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The sound of the raindrops against the roof of your hut created a steady beat that night, threatening to break into a thunderstorm at any moment. You were caught off guard when Tsu’tey showed up at your door, his hair soaked as if he had been caught in the downpour. Because usually, if he wanted to see you, he would have met you at the training camp. But on this night, Tsu’tey couldn’t help but come to you, seeking any kind of comfort he could get.

“Can I come in?” his voice was barely audible over the sound of the rain.

“Tsu’tey… of course,” you answered quietly.

Your heart ached at the sight of him, standing before you with a look so reminiscent of the time he had fought with Jake. The memory of offering him a piece of yourself that night came flooding back. It had been rare for him to reveal his vulnerable side to anyone, but he couldn't bear to go through this alone. Not after he knew the comfort of having someone unconditionally by his side.

Tsu’tey had been forced to put aside his principles, playing the role of the Olo’eyktan all too well that day. But now, he had no more energy to keep up the facade. He walked toward you slowly, his once-confident gait now faltering. You couldn't help but notice the way his shoulders hunched, eyebrows furrowed with a deep wrinkle in between them, laced with worry.

“I’m so sorry, Tsu’tey,” you expressed, opening your arms to him. Immediately Tsu’tey fell into your embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Jake Sully could have died because of Arvok’s carelessness,” he growled angrily, “He still acts like a child, blindly following my mother’s orders. Look where it got him… so stupid.”

“He is a good kid, Tsu’tey, he is just lost,” you sighed, patting his back gently.

“It is not enough to be good to be excused from a punishment. Arvok must bear the consequences of his actions now,” he declared, pulling away from you.

“What did you decide?” you asked carefully.

“My family will be exiled from the Omatikaya clan. All three of them,” he whispered.

“All three?” you asked, shocked. You had heard rumors that Arvok’s challenge had been encouraged by his parents, but you had never expected this outcome.

“I have no family anymore,” Tsu’tey confirmed, “My parents were plotting Jake Sully’s death from the beginning. They poisoned the knife, and they must bear the punishment too.”

Your heart sank as the weight of his words. It was a merciful decision, of course, but it still seemed harsh. Tsu’tey had to reject his own family from the clan.

“They will leave in the morning,” he added.

As Tsut’ey spoke, the storm outside seemed to grow louder, mimicking the turmoil in his heart. You gulped down watching him for a moment before reaching for his hand and pulling him closer to you. When he finally met your eyes, you pressed a soft kiss to his chest. The rain continued to patter against your hut, falling into a rhythm with the beating of your heart.

“Do you want to stay the night?” you asked carefully. He only nodded.

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“‘M close, Tsu’tey,” you panted, digging your nails into his shoulders, as his dick pushed deeper into you.

Tsu’tey was breathing heavily too, his hands guiding you by your hips to lift you up and down his cock, taking him all in. He savored the sight of your breasts bouncing, before your slowness started to become too painful and he decided to take over. He grasped at your waist and shifted slightly, starting to thrust into you from below. You moaned, letting him control you the way he wished, feeling the tension in your core starting to grow, convulsing painfully. Tsu’tey felt your walls squeeze his dick tightly, finally coming undone, as he pushed you over the edge. It wasn’t long till he felt his own orgasm approaching. He buried his face in your chest to stifle a loud moan and followed after you. You shivered at the feeling of his warm liquid filling you, resting your forehead against his shoulder. Your lips quickly found their way to Tsu’tey’s neck, peppering his skin with small kisses.

“Thank you,” his words were barely above whisper, as his hand went up to pat you on your hair.

You kissed his neck one more time before shifting to swing your leg over him and instead lay down by his side. Tsu’tey pulled you closer, and you pressed your ear to his chest, listening to the way his heartbeat gradually began to slow down.

“You’re warm,” you noted, snuggling closer to him.

The sound of raindrops pattering against the roof of your hut did not calm, signaling an approaching thunderstorm. And while usually it scared you, you found it to be quite comforting at this moment. It was a blessing from Eywa to help the forest grow and recover, a sign that the clan was on the right path.

“You’re too kind to me, Y/N, I do not deserve this,” Tsu’tey spoke suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked up to catch his expression, eyes widening in surprise. Where was this coming from?

“I have made many mistakes, this must be my punishment from Eywa,” he continued, “Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve to lead a clan.”

He sighed, his eyes avoiding looking at you. You were baffled at his confession, you had no idea that he ever felt that way. Tsu’tey had been preparing for his role his whole life. How could he doubt himself? Think that he deserved what happened to him?

“This is not a punishment, Tsu’tey, it is only a trial,” you sat up slightly, “You must stop blaming yourself for the bad things that happened. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I think it was,” he shook his head, disagreeing with you.

“You are a strong leader, Tsu’tey,” you craned your neck to look at him, “You will do great things. I am grateful for the happiness you've brought into my life.”

“Happiness?” he chuckled bitterly, looking back at you, “Stop lying to yourself, Y/N, this is not happiness. I only hurt everyone. I hurt you.”

“I don’t mind,” you protested quietly, knowing that he was, in fact, right.

"That's the problem. You tell me it's not there, but I know you still have hope in your heart that I will change," he said, pointing his finger at your heart, his tone filled with disappointment. "I'm just not capable of loving anymore. It's too difficult for me. I can't love you like that," he continued, his words heavy with the weight of his own struggle.

You stared back at him in silence, tears burning your eyes. Tsu’tey felt his own heart clench at the way your bottom lip quivered, clearly struggling to remain your composure, and soon enough the tears started to spill over and trace wet paths down your cheeks. He felt cruel for the pain he had caused you time and time again, knowing that he had shattered the world the two of you had created to escape to. Throughout all of this you always remained so strong, so resilient, he hated himself for taking it away from you. His body reacted before his mind could follow, arms pulling you back into his chest and wrapping tightly around yours. You had already given up, crying quietly into his embrace. The exhaustion began to take over and you slowly dozed off in his arms.

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The faint murmur of voices outside stirred you from your sleep early in the morning. You found yourself alone, with Tsu’tey's scent still lingering in the air. Realizing it was the morning of the exile, you rushed outside to see what was happening. Fya’at, one of the usually friendly healers, spotted you immediately and pulled you towards the gathering crowd. The clan had divided itself into two groups, leaving a path in the middle for the three exiled Na’vi to walk through.

Artsut and Ateyo looked furious, their expressions reflecting nothing but anger. But Arvok clearly felt ashamed, his shoulders slumped and head hanging low as he trudged behind his parents. Then you saw him. Tsu’tey stood tall, wearing his Olo’eyktan headpiece, his eyes glassy as he watched his family leave forever. And while to others he appeared to be stoic to it, you could read the pain in his eyes, the agony of watching his own family be exiled from the clan. He was once again losing another piece of his happiness that now seemed too far away to chase after.

When Arvok passed by where you were standing, you couldn’t resist but step out of the crowd to grab him by the wrist. Both Arvok and the clan shot you surprised looks, but you ignored them.

“Be good, Arvok,” you whispered to him, “It will be hard to disobey your parents but from now on try to listen only to your own heart. May Eywa guide you.”

Arvok nodded, appreciating the single act of kindness he received in the past few weeks. He was slightly surprised by the fact that it was coming from you, since the two of you weren’t close, but he still felt grateful for the gesture. Fya’at tugged at your arm, forcing you to step back into your spot.

“What are you doing talking to a traitor?” she whispered through gritted teeth.

"He's not a traitor," you defended Arvok, earning curious glances from around you. "He just made a bad decision."

Fya’at fell quiet, not wishing to continue the argument, but still watching you. When you felt a pair of green eyes piercing through you from the other end of the crowd, you turned to meet them. Tsu’tey gave you a small, fleeting look of gratitude. He couldn’t openly encourage his little brother to pursue better choices, so he appreciated that you did what he wanted to do. Fya’at did not fail to catch the strange interaction between you and the Olo’eyktan.

As the warriors trailed the family to ensure their departure from the forest, the crowd began to disperse slowly. You remained rooted to your spot, lost in thought. Was Arvok going to be safe? Fya'at lingered by your side, deep in her own conspiracies. She wrinkled her nose at an unfamiliar scent wafting around her, and turned to you with a curious expression, sniffing around you before blinking several times in bewilderment.

“Your scent… it’s changed,” she pointed out.

You chuckled in disbelief, praying to Eywa that she wouldn't recognize the scent of Tsu'tey on you. With the chaos of the morning, you hadn’t had a chance to wash it off you.

“What are you talking about? I smell like myself.”

“No, you smell like another man,” Fya'at disagreed, leaning in closer to sniff again.

Quickly, you took a step back and shook your head, trying your best to convince her of your innocence. Fya’at straightened out, her eyes widened in shock at the realization.

“You smell of Tsu’tey!” she accused loudly, catching the attention of a few Na’vi around you.

“What?” your mouth fell open at that.

Her accusation hit you like a sudden gust of wind, knocking the air out of you. How could she possibly smell him on you? Your mind raced with excuses and explanations, but every answer you came up with didn’t seem convincing enough to voice out loud. You shook your head violently.

“Is there something going on between you two?” she asked, quirking her eyebrow.

“No, no, no, there’s nothing between us,” you tried desperately to sound sincere.

“I don’t know… there were rumors about you liking Tsu’tey, now you suddenly start to smell of him? And they way you were just talking to Arvok like he did not betray the whole clan,” Fya’at crossed her arms on her chest, voice laced with suspicion.

You pressed your lips together, racking your brain for a plausible explanation. Fya'at had a talent for cracking secrets, and as a healer, she was particularly attuned to when something seemed fishy.

“Listen, Fya'at, you're blowing things out of proportion,” you began, your tone even as you tried to keep your composure, “Arvok and I have known each other since we were children. I couldn't just stand by and let him be exiled without saying something. And as for Tsu'tey… I only spoke with him briefly last night. Maybe I picked up his scent because we were sitting close, I don't know.”

“Hmm,” she narrowed her eyes. You knew that the lie was stupid, not convincing enough to persuade her, “Some day the truth will come out, Y/N. Eywa knows.”

Fya'at disappeared into the distance, leaving you behind. You let out a deep breath of relief, feeling the tension in your shoulders release. You knew that she wasn't entirely convinced by your explanation but was willing to let the matter rest. And that was enough.

You shook your head, to clear your thoughts, and quickly made your way to the river to wash off the scent of Tsu'tey. As the cool water flowed over your skin, you thought back to the conversation with Tsu’tey and the way you let your walls crumble, as you broke down in front of him. You wondered if he would still see you after everything he said.

On your way back to the Home Tree, you stopped by the Tsahik’s hut to check on Jake. He looked well rested, already munching on a meat wrap, Neytiri watching him with an adoring look. You felt a pang of jealousy at the mutual connection they shared.

“Look who’s back,” you greeted them, bowing slightly deeper to Mo’at, who stood in the corner.

“I feel like I have been out for 2 years,” Jake joked.

Mo’at shushed him, turning her harsh gaze to you.

“Don’t talk to him, he won’t stop once you get him talking,” she moved closer to you, taking the bundle of herbs from your hands, “Are those for him?”

You nodded, offering a small smile as Mo'at patted your upper arm in appreciation. Jake watched the exchange with curiosity, realizing that despite your involvement in his healing, you had never really spoken to him. You leaned against the wall, observing as Mo'at deftly began to separate the leaves from the herbs you had brought.

“Can I help you, Tsahik?” you offered but she dismissed you with a swat of her hand.

“You did enough for him. Toruk Makto or not, he is still acting like a careless child,” she mumbled under her nose, irritated.

Neytiri eagerly nodded her head in agreement, to which Jake only rolled his eyes, shooting you a playful grin. Feeling a sudden urge to defend Jake, you spoke up.

"I mean no disrespect, Tsahik, but Toruk Makto wasn't at fault. If he hadn't caught the knife with his hand, he could have been in a worse state.”

Jake's grateful expression was not lost on you as he mouthed a thank you. Neytiri swatted his chest with annoyance, reminding you so much of her mother in that moment.

"He should have called for me. I would have dragged that kid by his ear and then taken a swat at his mother," Mo’at added with a low hiss.

Neytiri and you struggled to muffle a chuckle at her words. It was known in the village that there was some sort of bad history between Artsut and Mo’at. They had never liked one another and even had gotten into arguments when Tsu’tey first started to court Silwanin. It was only after they realized the seriousness of their relationships, that the two mothers decided to remain civil. Jake looked confused by your reaction, waiting for an explanation.

“I will tell you later,” Neytiri promised quietly to him.

The moment was interrupted when Tsu’tey walked into the hut, throwing you a harsh look. Immediately, you stood taller, watching him approach Jake.

“Brother,” he said, “I am happy to see that you’re stronger now.”

“I am,” Jake confirmed, “Thank you for standing by me, Tsu’tey, I appreciate it.” "I only did what any honest chief would do," Tsu'tey replied matter-of-factly.

“Still, thank you.”

Jake gave him a small empathetic smile. He understood that despite being committed to following the rules, Tsu'tey was still on his side no matter what. Neytiri too watched their interaction with a saddened smile. She knew that there was a heavy weight on Tsu’tey’s shoulders, suffocating him, and she often felt guilty for leaving him to lead the clan by himself. But she’d rather lose everything than lose Jake.

Suddenly, Tsu’tey turned his attention back to you with a feigned angry expression, shifting the air in the hut. It was almost like he was putting on a show for the others, the way his chest puffed out and he walked up to you with a confident step.

“You should not have addressed an exiled clan member like that in front of your chief,” he snarled at you.

“I am sorry,” you replied softly, lowering your ears to play along. Tsu’tey felt like he needed to reestablish himself in the eyes of the people after what you pulled. Any Olo’eyktan would have. What you did was unacceptable, and you knew that very well.

Tsu’tey hissed at you with another angry glare, his eyes flashing with frustration, and looked around the small hut to ensure that all eyes were on him. He muttered something inaudible under his breath before storming out of the room, his footsteps echoing loudly in the enclosed space. You could have sworn that you caught a faint whisper of "thank you" from him just before he disappeared out of sight.

You breathed out, once the act was over, and Jake shot you an apologetic look. He wasn’t sure how bad was what you did but it was clear to Jake that you pissed off Tsu’tey greatly to scold you in front of the Tsahik.

“Hey, don’t take that to heart, he is just stressed,” Jake whispered reassuringly.

“I know, I am not upset,” you answered sincerely. Tsu’tey didn’t mean to hurt you, you knew that much.

“It is not the stress, there is another reason,” Mo’at spoke mysteriously, not lifting her eyes from the task at hand.

“What reason?” Jake prodded.

Neytiri shot a knowing look at her mother, as if there was an unspoken understanding between them. You and Jake, on the other hand, were utterly confused by the hints Mo’at was trying to give you.

“He sees Y/N as a future mate,” Mo’at revealed, lifting her head, “He wants her to do better to make sure that she is a respectable mate to stand by the Olo’eyktan’s side.” “W-what?” you stuttered, “I am sorry, but that is not true, Tsahik.” “Yeah, whatever that was, I don’t think Tsu’tey even wants a mate now,” Jake chimed in with a small chuckle.

He looked to Neytiri for support but she only shook her head in disagreement.

“He has been acting differently recently. Maybe he had changed his way of thinking,” she suggested. You blinked rapidly in bewilderment.

“You have to be patient, my child,” Mo’at offered you a small smile, “He will find his way to you eventually.”

You gulped down, feeling a mix of nervousness and confusion. You excused yourself from the conversation to leave, before Mo’at called out to you with a final offer.

“Starting today you must come for lessons every evening. That is, if you want to become a worthy healer.”

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chapter 4

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒! 🎄❄️ 𝐰/ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

feat. mikey sano, draken, baji keisuke, mitsuya takashi, chifuyu matsuno, hanma shuji, kakucho x gn!reader - fluff (1.6k+)

summary: spending the holidays with the tokyo revengers boys!

nana's note: happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate! i wish you all a happy, safe and warm break. please enjoy this christmas themed piece! ♡

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫;

“careful sweetie, it’s really hot,” you say, glancing over to the water boiler that had just beeped, signalling its ready to pour. mikey hums as he unplugs the machine and carefully brings it over to you on the other side of his kitchen. you smile at the smell of hot cocoa powder before scooping generous spoonfuls into yours’ and mikey’s mugs. shinichiro had purchased a matching set for you two recently, and what better time to use them than for some festive hot chocolate?

“smells delicious,” mikey grins, as he begins to pour the water into the cups. you peck him on the cheek, and stir the mixture. he sets the boiler down, and rummages his cupboards and fridge for some marshmallows and whipped cream. “i’ve got the goods, babe,” he laughs and hands you the can.

as you point the nozzle down at his mug, a small amount whipped cream comes out in spurts. mikey gives you a soft glare saying ‘you’ve gotta give me more than that.’ you laugh at his face, before squeezing out much more for him. mikey goes ahead with the marshmallows, popping one into your mouth before kissing you on the nose.

“cheers!”

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫;

sounds of tape ripping and scissors cutting were heard from draken’s bedroom. you’re sat on the floor doing some last minute organization and sorting out. “who’s this for again?” you ask your boyfriend, holding up a box containing a cat bowl. “was it chifuyu or baji’s?”

draken squints from his bed, “that one’s for baji, we got chifuyu the toys for peke j and some manga volumes,” he says with a grunt, ripping apart some paper. you nod before placing it into the bag designated for baji, and walk over to help draken who seems to be struggling wrapping izana’s gift.

you giggle, “need help, big boy? you’re practically wrestling with the guitar.” draken scoffs and sends you a half-annoyed smile. all of mikey’s friends had pitched into purchasing a new acoustic guitar for izana, seeing as his current one was getting old. you sit opposite of draken, and grab the tape nearly thrown across his bed from his lighthearted rage. “here, hold this part here,” you instruct and he obeys immediately, letting you take all reigns with a sigh. within minutes, you have the instrument wrapped up (although not perfectly—it was definitely better than whatever he had before) and grin with a triumphant grin.

“what would i do without you,” draken smiles at you, patting your head and giving you a kiss on your temple.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝;

“baji hurry! the film’s about to start,” you call out, eyes glued on the screen for what was probably the 15th time you’ve ever watched a grinch movie in your life. nevertheless, you sink further into the couch with a bowl of popcorn on your lap.

rapid footsteps are heard in the kitchen as baji returns from getting more snacks and drink refills. “a little help would’ve been nice, babe.” he comments with an exasperated sigh, smiling when you look up at him with feigned innocence. “move this,” he gestures to your popcorn, and climbs in between your legs before signalling you to put the bowl on his lap instead. you comply graciously, making room for his body as he leans his head down on your chest.

the film has started, but your mind is half-absent as you stroke baji’s hair with your free hand. sometimes you feel him nuzzle closer into you, and he’ll even lean his head far back enough to look you in the eye every now and then. whenever he snickers at the film, you feel his body rumble with laughter. you press a kiss to his head, relishing in his weight on yours and at the bright christmas tunes and cheer that play on the screen.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧;

families, couples and individuals pose under the humongous tree as you and mitsuya arrive at tokyo’s christmas event. food trucks selling all kinds of treats and goodies, as well as hot beverages were parked along the street and lights of all colours were hung extravagantly around the area. festive carols and music were playing from the speakers as the two of you stroll down hand in hand, getting closer and closer to the twinkling tree.

“isn’t it beautiful, takashi?” you say, peering at him with a warm smile. mitsuya nods in agreement, using his other hand to fix the scarf that was falling loose around your neck.

“very beautiful indeed,” he responds, eyes finding purchase on your smile. “come on, let’s get to the tree, love.” the pair of you walts down the road, and kindly ask a stranger standing by if she could take a picture of you two. she was an older woman, and smiled warmly as you and mitsuya went to pose together. after snapping some shots, she returned the camera to your hands.

“you two make a gorgeous couple, how lovely to see—merry christmas and stay warm alright!” you flush at her words, even the cold air couldn’t mask the darkened hue of your cheeks and ears. mitsuya thanks the lady once more, before he chuckles at the look on your face.

“see?” he questions, before kissing you on the lips, “gorgeous.”

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞;

“holy shit look at this one!” chifuyu says, passing you the extremely bedazzled ornament that has you equally shocked. “now there’s glitter on my hands.” he laughs, dusting them off on his pants. you and chifuyu were currently decorating the christmas tree his mother had set up in their living room. it wasn’t the biggest, but you and chifuyu were determined to make it the brightest of them all.

“every single one of these has at least 15 jewels on them, ‘fuyu.” you chuckle, holding up two more ornaments from the box. chifuyu shrugs, saying that they would definitely make the tree look extra pretty, to which you agreed. one by one, you guys place the ornaments on the tree. at one point, peke j comes around to watch you two get to business.

once completed, chifuyu steps back and lets out a big sigh with his hands on his hips with a thoughtful expression. “i think it looks great, what about you?” he looks over, where he finds you sitting next to peke j with a grin. you nod excitedly and he returns the grin.

“we’re missing one crucial part though: the star on top.” you point to the top of the tree, and chifuyu’s expression falters. his mouth falls open as he exclaims his mom must’ve forgotten to purchase a star.

“that’s alright though, i’ll just print a picture of you to stick up there,” he says, previous panicked demeanour suddenly gone. you look at him with pure confusion, silently asking him to explain. “you know... because you’re my star?”

you stare at him for a few seconds, before bursting out in wholehearted laughter. you wipe the corners of your eyes at chifuyu’s embarrassed expression, before walking over to kiss his cheek. “oh ‘fuyu, please never change.”

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫;

“stop eating the candies shuji!” you laugh, hitting him lightly with the back of your hand. he pouts at you, fingers dropping a gumdrop. “we need those to make our house look beautiful.”

“baby, the house already looks beautiful,” he defends himself with a marshmallow in his mouth. you notice, and laugh at his behaviour.

“god, you are impossible to work with, you know that?” you send a playful smile his way, opting to work on the house by yourself. using the icing provided, you pipe a strip along one side of the house’s side plate, and attach it to the other piece. you repeat the process over and over until the house is fully constructed.

you pipe a blob of icing on the roof—and a hand comes into your view to place a gumdrop on top. you turn your head slowly to your boyfriend, who offers you a winsome smile. “oh so now you want to help me?” you say, eyes sparkling with a teasing glint. hanma stands from his chair and cages you between his chest and the kitchen island.

“you looked like you could use it, baby,” he whispers by your ear, before kissing your nape. “c’mon, another one! ♡” he chimes, smiling with you as you place another blob of icing for him to put another candy on—and continuing until your guys’ house looks absolutely perfect.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫;

“oven’s preheated, darling.” kakucho announces as he passes behind you in the kitchen, hands resting on your waist to quickly peck a kiss to your shoulder. he strolls over to the cupboard, grabbing a baking tray and lining it with parchment paper in preparation for the cookies.

“okay, thank you my love,” you respond, rolling out dough to cut out christmas-shaped cookies. you and kakucho had purchased a pack of cookie cutters, shapes ranging from gingerbread men to candy cane and even reindeer. kakucho suggested the two of you bake for your friends and family, in celebration of spending christmas together for the first time.

sweet festive music plays from your phone as you hum and sway your hips along to the tune, kakucho moves to your side to help cut out the shapes as you roll out more dough. “these smell delicious,” he comments, and you chuckle at the way he presses the dough to his nose that it almost touches.

“wait ‘till they’re baked, the whole house will smell delicious.” you state, glancing sideways at your boyfriend, who’s placing the cookies along the tray.

“can’t wait, darling” he smiles affectionately at you, “i’m happy to be spending christmas with you.”

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kamaluhkhan · 1 year

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i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain)

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: being an avenger doesn't leave you much time for college life (let alone a girlfriend), you and gwen stacy accidentally show up to a halloween party in a couple's costume, and shuri is determined to prove who you really belong to.

warnings: allusions to PTSD and death, mentions of alcohol and partying and smut - fingering (both shuri and reader receiving), oral (shuri receiving), thigh riding....

song inspo: "thats what i want" by lil nas x

a/n: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and im so nervous but very excited because shuri has been on my mind for the longest time. reader is an avenger in her senior year of college and best friends/roommates with peter parker. this is set before black panther: wakanda forever, and after endgame but some things are different (the blip was only a year, steve and tony both died in the final battle with thanos). anyways, please enjoy!!

before the blip, you had the whole work/life/superhero thing (mostly) down to a science. now, everyone was still processing the absolute mindfuck of half the universe being snapped away by a mad titan, only to be returned by a group of heroes one year later.

in the midst of it all, the girl you'd travelled across time and space for somehow ended up low on your priority list, but you found comfort in the fact that it was mutual. you were busy in new york, with college (senior year was kicking your ass) and avengers work (trying to keep the city safe with half the team gone and the others scattered across the universe was exhausting) and your internship at oscorp (basically unpaid labor, but you needed the credit to graduate). shuri spent most of her time catching up on what she missed, working on scientific and technological developments in wakanda whenever she wasn't travelling with her brother around the world for united nations or wakandan outreach reasons. there was only so much calling or texting that can be done before your relationship started to feel like an afterthought.

tonight was supposed to change all that.

harry osborn was throwing a 'halloween in january' party. shuri was in new york with t'challa, but she'd promise to keep this night free, and you promised the same. you were looking forward to being surrounded by a crowd of drunk 20-somethings, taking shots, dancing to music that was way too loud, feeling shuri next to you.

normally, you didn't dress up for the holiday - wearing a supersuit all the time kinda takes the novelty away from wearing a costume - but if halloween could be in january, you decided tonight would be the exception. you'd decided on a red lace bralette with a matching vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a headband with devil horns. you didn't normally show this much skin. it was supposed to be a surprise for shuri, and the hope was that the outfit would drive her crazy. you had finished decorating your face with glitter and were about to swipe on some red liquid lipstick when the text signal rang from your phone.

shuri ♡

i won't be able to come to the party tonight - brother wants me to join him at an ambassador's dinner. i'm sorry. love you.

you knew that there had been one too many times when you had done the same to her - needing to attend to your avengers duties instead of spend time together, cancelling at the last minute on plans you were both looking forward to. you would see each other next time one of you happened to be in the same place, which started to feel less and less likely. that was just the way things were. you were fine with it. totally fine.

after you send shuri a quick no worries! i understand, you finish applying your makeup, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to party even if you didn't have your girlfriend by your side.

harry osborn was shirtless, wearing only a red and gold tie, jeans, and round glasses. you were pretty sure peter choked on spit when harry walked up to you, chest sparkling with a mixture of sweat and glitter under the disco lights.

"magic harry potter, right?" you guessed, glimpsing the lazily drawn lightning bolt on his forehead.

harry grinned and did a little spin to show off his costume. "hogwarts student by day, stripper by night," he said, voice strong over the pounding music. he gestured to your outfit, eyes lingering at the top of your bralette. "you look amazing. and you...." he looked peter up and down. "damn."

peter was wearing an earlier model of his spiderman suit. you'd told him it might not be the best costume to wear when he was still very much clinging to the whole secret identity thing. he didn't particularly care, though: apparently, he overheard a certain heir to the oscorp dynasty gush about how hot spiderman must be under the suit, and how much hotter it would be to be tied up by his webs. needless to say, by the way harry looks equally entranced by peter as peter is by him, your guess is that his eavesdropping paid off.

"come on parker, let's dance." harry didn't wait for an answer, only pushed through the crowd of people. he turned around and locked eyes with peter, a flirtatious grin on his face. you spotted a bar in the corner, and bartenders dressed up as various halloween creatures who walked around with trays of bright neon shot glasses. when a skeleton offered you some, you grabbed a few before they moved on to a trio dressed up as the powerpuff girls.

"i don't have to go if -"

"go," you interrupted, handing peter one of the drinks in your hand. "one of us should get laid tonight."

even though the flashing multicolored lights made it difficult to know for sure, you guessed that peter was blushing. you clinked glasses, downed the shots. peter kissed your cheek.

"love you!" he said before disappearing into the crowd to find his wizard with shining abs.

you smiled, and made your way to the bar. next to the bar was a table of halloween themed snacks - candy, sugar cookies in the shape of ghosts, orange cupcakes and more - so you popped a few pieces of candy corn into your mouth before ordering a drink. you took another jello shot while you waited, this one sweeter than the last and neon green. looking around the room, you were impress by how decorated it was: orange string lights, pumpkins, ghosts and bats floating from the ceiling. you wouldn't have guessed that harry osborn would be into this kind of thing, assuming that he was a trust fund kid used to parties at yacht clubs, but as "monster mash" played through the speakers, you had to admit you were pleasantly surprised.

you scanned the room to see if there was anyone you recognized. you spotted a mermaid making out with a pink power ranger; a group of fairies doing body shots; someone wearing a zombie captain america costume (steve rogers version) and another in a zombie iron man suit, both of which felt more than a little insensitive. it hadn't even been a year since they were gone, and you didn't need the reminder. you glared at the zombies from across the room, and the captain america actually noticed you, offering some sort of awkward salute, like you were a war hero. somehow, that made everything worse and the room suddenly felt suffocating and you just needed some air -

that was how you found yourself on the balcony, overlooking the manhattan skyline. there were heaters outside, thank the gods, so it wasn't too cold. you could still hear the chaos of the party from behind the glass doors, but other than that you were alone - or so you thought.

"you look hot."

you turn around to see gwen stacy in all her glory, wearing an almost perfect replica of claire danes' angel costume from romeo + juliet. the two of you were co-workers more than friends, both working at oscorp along with peter and harry, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.

"and you look amazing," you complimented.

"here, you looked like you might need this." she handed you a sugar cookie decorated with orange frosting and black sprinkles, which you gratefully accepted.

you split it in half, handing one back to gwen before devouring your own. you washed it down with the neon orange drink you'd ordered earlier, before offering a sip to gwen.

"god, is that --"

"vodka and orange crush," you explained. "apparently harry osborn likes to color coordinate his parties like he does his lab notes. at least this makes sense."

gwen laughed, angelic and carefree. "you wanna go back inside? i've always wanted to dance with the devil, and i was hoping this would be my lucky night."

you'd been around long enough to know that gwen was flirting with you and even if you were totally, completely committed and in love with a certain wakandan, you were feeling a little tipsy (probably more from sugar than alcohol, it was hard to tell), and it felt nice to be complimented, to be noticed, to be touched. so, you let gwen lead you to the dance floor, your bodies close together. you let her flirt with you, and maybe flirted a bit with her back. you let people compliment your accidental couples' costume. you weren't sure how long passed, after a while you heard your name being called over the sound of "somebody's watching me" by rockwell. ironic, you knew.

instantly, you recognized the familiar accent and lilt of her voice. you turned around to see shuri, wearing a black satin suit lined with dark burgundy, the shirt underneath long gone, revealing only a black lace bra and a gold body chain and gods she looked so fucking hot right now, it felt like your entire body was on vibrate.

"shuri!" you exclaimed, voice an octave higher than usual, a little thrown off by her sudden appearance. "um, this is gwen."

"hey! it's nice to meet you. i like your vampire costume --"

"i'm not a vampire," shuri interrupted gwen before dragging you to the bar. she leaned against the counter and ordered a whiskey, draining it in one sip before practically slamming the glass back down. "what in bast's name was that?"

"we were dancing," you explained.

"it looked like the two of you were about to rip each other's clothes off," shuri snapped. "i didn't realize that was how you danced in america."

you bristled. shuri was the one who ditched you tonight, and now she was mad at you? "it's a party. we were just having fun. you're overreacting!"

"i showed up to surprise you, but maybe you'd rather go to bed with that angel over there."

"that's bullshit."

"no, what's bullshit is me walking in on my girlfriend grinding on someone else while wearing this outfit." her eyes grazed your body dangerously, and from the clench in her jaw you could tell she had to restrain herself. "so don't pretend you need me here. it seems like there are other girls you'd like to fuck instead."

shuri ordered another drink, but before it arrived, you dragged her to the nearest bathroom. one of the zombie avengers from before - iron man - was about to enter, but you beat them to it, effectively closing and locking to door behind you. you ignored the subsequent banging on the door. harry's apartment was huge; you were sure there was at least one more bathroom, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about whether that asshole got a uti or not.

while shuri remained standing, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, you leaned against the counter, watching her.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest. "you walk in here accusing me of what - wanting to cheat on you? do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"you have to admit, it couldn't have looked good from where i was standing. you grinding on some blonde girl, wearing a couple's costume. don't think i didn't notice that, too."

your cheeks felt warm, knowing that shuri might have a point. "in my defense, the costumes were a coincidence and the grinding.... maybe that was less of a coincidence," you admit. you walk over to shuri, placing your hands on her cheeks to get her to finally look you in the eye. she gently pushed you away, looking down instead, but stayed in front of you. "look, i get that it probably looked like --"

"like you wanted to have gwen's babies."

you took shuri's humor as a good sign, continuing with a soft smile on your face. "please know that i'm 110% committed to you. i would never want to do anything to make you think otherwise. but...i'm not going to apologize for dancing, and having fun, because shit's been....fuck, shuri, it's been hard."

"you don't think it's been hard for me, too?" she scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. "i was gone for an entire year, and the world just moved on, and - and maybe it doesn't need me anymore. maybe you don't -- " she let the words get caught in your throat, and she broke away from your gaze once more.

oh.

what you thought was a burst of jealousy was actually...something else.

"hey." you take her chin between your thumb and your index finger, turning her head to look at you. "hey. i don't care how many dates either of us miss, how many oceans or time zones separate us, you are my person and i'm yours, okay? i will always need you." you moved to drape your arms around her neck, and she instinctively grabbed your hips, hands dangerously close to your ass. your bare torsos touched, the cool metal of her body chain brushing against you and sending shivers throughout your body.

you could tell that her eyes were slightly glazed over, and wondered if she was about to cry. your heart ached as you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if to let her know: i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

she didn't say anything, but instead closed the gap between your lips. it was such a rush kissing her, after all this time. her lips tasted like whiskey, mixed with sugar from the candy you'd been eating. when you pulled apart you felt dizzy.

"shuri." you whimpered. she lowered her head to the side of your jaw, placing a kiss just below your ear before whispering:

"tell me what you need from me."

"so much," you answered. "i need you on top of me, under me, inside me."

shuri's lips ghosted yours, the hint of a smirk.

"come on, sithandwa," she taunted, letting her xhosa slip out. "you can do better than that. be specific."

"fuck," you groaned. you found yourself being pushed back against the counter, the marble cold against your bare skin. shuri didn't stop kissing you everywhere, her hands exploring your body. "i - i don't know. something, anything, everything. any time i try to get off i need to think of you, but it's never as good as the real thing. and now that you're here now...." your words trailed off into a sigh. right now, you couldn't make a reasonable argument, let alone a logical sentence, even if you tried. you just wanted to relish in the moment - to enjoy her.

you throw your head back when you feel her thumbs brush underneath the vinyl of your skirt, the slight pressure reminding you that she was here, with you, for you.

"fine, i'll decide," she said sternly. she gestured for you to sit on the counter, and you did just that. shuri adjusted her body between your thighs, spreading them wider. she shuddered seeing the red lace thong you wore, the lack of fabric covering you, and met your gaze once again, eyes darker than before. "you don't get to come if you don't stay quiet. so be quiet for me, yeah?"

you bit your lip and nodded. anything, everything. she smirked, pushed the fabric of your panties aside, and sunk two of her fingers into you, knowing you were ready for her. even after weeks, months, apart, shuri could always read your body, know what you needed, how you needed it. the answer was simple, really; like you said, it was always her, her, her.

she kissed you, harsh and messy, tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as her fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. shuri pulled your bottom lip with her teeth before moving to suck on your collarbone, your jaw, your neck. she bit down on your skin, right at your pulse point.

"i thought - i thought you weren't a vampire," you attempted a joke, but that was a mistake. you'd let a low groan tumble from your lips. another when she let her tongue soothe over the sting from her bite.

"i don't appreciate the attitude," shuri replied, her voice steady, but the corners of her mouth, slightly upturned, threatening to turn into a smile, gave her away. she was loving this. "and, i told you to be quiet."

she removed her fingers from your cunt and promptly shoved them past your red lips. you groaned again when she kissed you roughly, the taste of you dancing across your tongues.

"we'll try one more time to see if you can follow instructions. make me come, and maybe you can finish after."

she swapped your positions and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off along with her briefs, as you got on your knees before her.

there was a joke here about the devil worshiping an angel, but you were too focused on her. her smell, gods, her taste - it was too overwhelming, and all you wanted was more. you'd spent your whole life on your knees for shuri if you could: worshiping her body, worshiping her.

you draped one of her legs over your shoulder, giving your tongue better access. shuri tugged on your hair slightly and you moaned, sending vibrations up her body.

"bast, that's it," she groaned. you added a finger, while your tongue worked her clit. "fuck. i missed you."

you brought her to the edge, stayed with her as she came. she probably expected you to get back on your feet right away, but you stayed, adding another finger and sucking her clit. she moaned your name.

you pulled away slightly. "one more, pretty girl," you promised. "can you do that for me?" she nodded furiously, and you went back to work.

when she came once more, you kissed her ankle before releasing her leg. shuri pulled you up to your feet, sucked the taste of her off your tongue.

"i missed you, too." you pull away, breathless, heart racing. "do i get to come now?"

shuri hummed. her thumb wiped the smudged lipstick below your lip. she studied you, admired you, like you were a fucking work of art that belonged in the met, like you hadn't just fucked her through two consecutive orgasms in the bathroom at a rich kid's upper east side apartment while michael jackson's "thriller" played outside the door.

"take off your thong." you did as instructed. she pulled you towards her, and lodged a leg in between yours. your cunt brushed against the skin of her thigh, back and forth as shuri guided your hips. "i can't believe you got all dressed up like this. absolutely sinful. and these...."

her hands moved to your thighs, nails digging into the flesh and dragging across your fishnets, effectively ripping them.

"shuri!" you protested, though it sounds like a moan.

"i'll buy you more. now, are you gonna come for me?"

the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin against your heat, the smell of the two of you intertwining, it was too much. your orgasm crashed into you, and you were grateful that shuri held you through it. you kissed her once more before removing yourself from her grasp, smoothing down your skirt and looking around for your underwear.

"where are my...."

you looked over as shuri tucked your red thong into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"i'm guessing you'll buy me replacements for those, too."

she flashed you a shit eating grin before putting on her own underwear. she then pulled up her pants, not wiping your release from her thigh. the thought of her walking around, leg sticky with you, made your pussy clench.

the sound of someone banging on the door brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

"holy fuck! hurry up!" they shouted.

"given your costume, i would say that was an unholy fuck," shuri joked, adjusting your headband for you. you nudged her playfully, rolling your eyes.

"how about we stay for a few songs, steal some cupcakes and drinks, and then head back to my place for round two?" shuri nodded.

"perfect."

before you opened the door, you shot her one last devilish grin. "oh. and this time, i'm in charge."

the next morning, shuri woke up to an empty bed and the smell of burnt cinnamon.

you were sitting on the small window bench in the corner of your room, a tangle of purple yarn on your lap and crochet needle in your hand. even though there was frost on the window, you only wore a pair of boxers printed with the word 'sunday' and cartoon suns, and an empire state university sweatshirt.

"sithandwa? the bed would be warmer with you in it."

you turned to look at her, snuggled under your brightly colored duvet, eyes half open.

"this should help."

you walked over and wrapped a purple scarf around her neck, sitting cross-legged in front of her. shuri sat up, but kept the duvet wrapped around her. there was still glitter decorating your face from last night, and shuri reached out to brush some away.

"you made this for me?" you nodded.

"rhodey taught me how. said it would help with...." you trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of your insomnia. "anyways, t'challa mentioned at our last team meeting that you're going to vienna after this. we went there once to take down a hydra base and gods, it was freezing."

shuri kissed you, pulling you into her blanket cocoon so that you were inside as well, straddling her waist. you broke apart, and she put her hands under your shirt. you shuddered at the sudden contact, her skin cold. her thumbs rubbed circles under your breasts.

"it gets pretty cold in new york, too, doesn't it?"

"yeah, but i can just make another one," you explained, letting your finger trace the details of her face, her sharp jawline. shuri took your hands in hers.

"no, i mean....i can still wear the scarf you made me when i stay in new york."

you brightened like one of those cartoon suns. shuri staying in new york for more than a day, more than a night, hasn't happened in so long. you yearned to wake up next to her regularly, kiss over coffee and bagels, take the subway together, show her the tourist sights you yourself haven't been to since you were a kid - the statue of liberty, coney island, the works.

you stopped your daydreaming there, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. life is busy. plans change. people leave, for a little bit or forever. it happens.

"like for another day?" you asked, clearing your throat to subdue the excitement in your stomach.

shuri shook her head. you knew it would be too good to be true.

"like for me to move to new york. to live with you."

wait, what.

"shuri. wakanda's your home just as much as new york is mine. i know this long distance thing has been tough on us, but i would never ask you to leave your home, your family."

shuri said your name softly and gently brought her palms to your cheeks.

"you're not asking. i'm offering. the dinner i had to attend last night was to convince the UN to greenlight our wakandan outreach centre in new york," she explained. "if it goes through, my brother suggested that i be the one to lead it. on site."

"and that's what you want?"

"what i want to be wherever you are. i want to be part of your routine. i want to meet your friends, skip work and spend hours in bed together. i want to be here for you - for parties and movie nights and graduation."

at that word, you put your hand up. "i'm going to stop you right there before you send me into an existential crisis."

shuri grinned. "but yes to the rest of it?"

"yes. yes, of course." you pushed her onto the bed so that you were both lying down, facing each other, your legs tangled together. "so...when is this happening?"

"probably in a month, maybe a month and a half. there are still hands to shake, contracts to sign."

"bureaucracy," you sighed. shuri giggled, and your heart fluttered at the thought that you would get to hear that sound on a regular basis in person, not just through cellphone frequencies.

"i am, however, staying for a few more days while my brother takes care of things in vienna. so you're not getting rid of me just yet."

"now that is great news." you kissed her once, then twice.

suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

shuri readjusted your position so that the length of the duvet covered both of your bodies. "come in pete!" you said once she was done.

the door opened and peter parker's face came into view, along with a plate of those ready to bake cinnamon rolls that must have been fresh out of the oven.

"there's extra if you want," he offered.

"that'd be great, thanks." you gratefully accepted the plate, swiping some icing from the edge and licking it off your finger. "what's the special occasion?"

peter cleared his throat. "no special occasion."

you glanced the hickey on his collarbone. "oh, so harry stayed over last night and you wanted to make a good impression on him. breakfast in bed, domestic husband, sort of thing."

"that's not --"

"that's exactly it!" a voice from the kitchen interrupted.

"good morning, harry!" you replied, smiling tauntingly at peter.

"harry, i don't think we've met!" shuri added. "peter has told me so much about you...."

peter groaned and flipped you both off before shutting the door.

"thanks for the cinnamon rolls!" you shouted.

there was a pause before the door opened slightly. a curt, "you're welcome," was offered before it was closed once again.

you got up to put on a record as shuri devoured a cinnamon roll.

"you know, i'm really happy you're staying for a bit because i actually need your help with some things." you ripped off a piece covered in frosting and stuffed it in your mouth.

shuri raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to explain.

"my electric toothbrush has been weird - i can't figure out, for the life of me, what is wrong with it - and i've asked peter to fix it one too many times at this point," you continued, ticking off checkboxes in your head. "i wanted to talk to you about some potential upgrades for my suit that i would love your opinion on. oh, and i'm pretty sure i also broke my vibrator." you grinned sheepishly. "i didn't even bother to ask peter about that one because we don't need to be that close."

shuri stiffled a laugh, muffled by a mouthful of cinnamon and cream cheese frosting. she swallowed. "how do you even break a vibrator?"

"i don't know!" you exclaimed. "that's where you come in."

"baby." shuri wrapped her arms around your torso. "if i'm staying around for a while, you won't need a vibrator."

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐄 (gojo satoru x reader)

inspired from this list of prompts | wc: 0.8k+

Satoru looks so handsome, it’s borderline annoying.

He’s dressed up all nice—not that he doesn't usually carry himself well, but it’s a safe bet that the tailored suit currently hugging his broad shoulders does more for him than his usual navy uniform.

The gala he’ll be attending shortly is an annual Jujutsu event—one of high level sorcerers and prestigious clans and people with far more money that you can fathom. It only makes sense for the strongest sorcerer to be in attendance.

Satoru had begged you to come by his side, let him show you off like a trophy on his hip, but you declined his offer. Not wanting to insert yourself into the center of Jujutsu society, you assured your boyfriend that you’d be waiting up for him back home, with a warm bed and maybe even a few kisses—if he behaves.

Just as you’re about to send him off for the night, you teasingly remind him once more of his behavior.

“Be good out there,” you taunt him, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. He instantly heats up at the feeling of your lips dancing on his skin.

“Course,” he beams with a mischievous smile, “aren’t I always?”

You answer his rhetorical question with a roll of your eyes, which only makes his smile grow wider and the love in his eyes all the more fond.

You step away from him, taking once last look at your handsome lover before ultimately shipping him away, but something catches your attention—a soft hue of red blush decorating the bulb of his cheek. Not from his flustered expression, no, but from the lipstick you’d forgotten you were wearing.

“Wait! Come here,” you beckon a finger that Satoru instinctually follows without realizing.

He saunters your way, perhaps thinking he’s getting another kiss, before he watches you lick the pad of your thumb and signal for his cheek.

“You can’t go out there like that,” you mumble, stepping closer to him. Satoru shimmies out of your hold and makes a beeline for the nearest mirror in your hallway.

Noticing the outline gracing his cheek, he glows. “Huh, oh—wait! Keep it!”

“No, Satoru,” you scold him, walking towards him once more before finally getting your hands on him.

He pouts childishly when you lick your thumb a second time, “Why not, angel?”

He raises an entertained brow at your face of confusion, “Think of it as you marking your territory. What if someone thinks I’m single and tries to steal me away?”

With a scoff, your thumb begins to rub the blushing mark from his pale cheek.

“They’ll return you once you open your mouth.”

Satoru writhes in your hold, which is comical given his giant stature, “Baby, nooooooo!”

As if the removal causes him physical pain, he whimpers and wails as your thumb further dissolves the sweet pigmentation on his pale skin.

He’s back to pouting as he grumbles, “You’re supposed to say ‘you wouldn’t let that happen, ‘Toru, you love me too much!’ or something similar.”

As you shoot another glare his way, something about Satoru’s expression softens the sarcasm threatening to spill over your lips. Maybe it’s his glossy eyes carefully watching your own, or the corners of his plush lips slightly turning upwards as he fights off a smirk. Whatever it may be, the lovesick look on your lover’s face has you rethinking his request.

You lean in once more, and a part of Satoru thinks you’re going to kiss his cheek again. But fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice...

Your mouth lands lower than he expects it to, and he doesn’t feel your lips on his skin as you fool around by his neck. It’s moments like these where Gojo thinks of the irony of his technique. The cruel and contrasting paradox of his infinity when all he wants to do it touch you, be held by you, feel your lips flutter against his skin.

It takes him a moment to realize the effect of your sly actions. Right there, against the stark white polyester of his collar, is your blushing lip stain embroidered into the material, practically glistening for all to see.

“Like I said,” you hum into the crook of his neck before meeting his eyes once more, “be good out there.”

Filled with butterflies and an odd sense of pride, Satoru stands up a little taller.

He tips his head to you, ‘Yes, boss.”

He attends the event with ugrency, wanting it to be over as quicky as it can begin, for he now has places to be that are far more important than here.

He knows you’ll be in bed once the dinner party is over. He’ll just have to wait.

After all, they do say patience is a virtue—and for the first time in his life, Satoru is willing to find out if there’s any truth to that statement.

#satoru gojo #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru fic #gojo fic #satoru fluff #gojo fluff

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luimagines · 22 days

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Unlocking Our Chains in the Shadows

.....Ok.

More "original" work. ^.^*

Once again cowritten with @thesoftieanon with her character Hesper.

We once again lost our minds here. It's blind child, mafia au where this time Hesper was paired with Time. No demigods here though. Enjoy 29 pages of pure brain rot. We certainly enjoyed writing it.

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When they first entered the house, it was stealth and deadly precision. They were a unit. A single track mind with the goal to meet and a target to eliminate.

They didn’t expect the place to already be filled with blood and carnage.

It was a massacre.

They stayed quiet, so as to not arouse suspicion if there were any traps nearby but the place had been cleared out. There were at least five dead men The Chain didn’t recognize and they found their target beheaded on his bed. Given that it was the middle of the night, this was a premeditated attack.

They were too late to get their own licks in- and had lost the one source of info that they had hoped to gain from him. A shame, but there was no use of crying over spilled milk.

An ear piercing scream shatters the sickly calm over the house, snapping all of their heads towards the rooms. A high pitched sound that unmistakingly belonged to a child.

Their hearts dropped.

While they weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty… they had often tried to stay away from the little ones. Whoever came before was unlikely not as kind.

“I want answers.” Time growls, signaling for Twilight and Four to follow where Sky and Hyrule had gone off to. Those two had no doubt found the child first. The boss of the group had to send Wild and Warrior to check the perimeter once more. If the scream had attracted any unwanted attention, they would have to be quick about getting out of there as quickly as possible.

It only took a few minutes.

Twilight returned with the child in his arms, shivering and sobbing quietly. Something pulls on the Boss’ heart strings. The small child could be no older than six years old. So young. And already so scarred.

“Don’t….” They whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me like they hurt Father.”

Time sucks in a breath through his teeth. Sky and Four share an equally cringed look.

“We won’t.” Time tries to keep his voice level. The rage in his voice is already threatening to boil over at the dark scars on their arm. He doesn’t know where they came from, but it’s enough to know that this child hasn’t only suffered on this night- but perhaps many more before the attack. “We’re going to take you somewhere safe, ok? We just have to quiet for a little bit.”

They sniffle. “...No more bad guys?”

Time notices that the child doesn’t quite look in his direction. “No more bad guys.”

“Blind.” Twilight answers the unspoken question. He can see the confusion on Time’s face as clear as day. “Poor kid can’t see a thing. Doesn’t appear to be injury related.”

Time nods at his nephew. “Move out then. Don’t leave any evidence that we’ve been here.”

“Yes sir.” Was the answered chorus.

They move swiftly and silently and within the hour, they are back at their home base.

They’re quick to get the child settled, fed and cleaned. They don’t want to startle the child more so than they already were. Time interrogated Sky and Hyrule about their findings. Their target happened to be the child’s father, if they’re investigation was correct. The child had heard the house being broken into and hid in the closet for hours until they had arrived. The child hadn’t mentioned any other family.

Time sighed. They can’t exactly give the child into the system without giving themselves away but this was no life to live for the likes of a kindergartener. Wind was an exception. He had a little sister to look after the death of his grandma, but that didn’t mean they dragged on every mission they had.

Actually… now that he thinks about it… Aryll might be a bit closer to their age. Perhaps they could keep the child here. Aryll and Wind had nowhere else to go. Neither does this child.

Time sends the order to clean out a small space for the child to call their own. He calls Aryll over specifically and tells the young girl to keep an eye on them and help them feel comfortable. Be their friend.

Time calls over the boys and holds a meeting about the unsuccessful mission. No one seems to have anything to say.

He can’t blame them.

It’s late. They’re disappointed, tired and shocked.

Time holds a vote, mostly to see if any of them are against having the child here despite the challenges it would no doubt bring.

“Old man.” Warrior swallows harshly. “If we disagree, what do you plan to do?”

Time didn’t have an answer for him.

“Would you kick them out to the street?” Legend asks next, tempting the silence to answer back with teeth.

Time shakes his head. “Child of the enemy or not, they’re still a child. I’m not that cruel.”

A pregnant pause follows. It threatens to burst and explode but no one seems willing to take the needle to the pressure.

“No objections then?” Time raises a cool eyebrow. “It’s going to change our schedules by quite a bit. I expect all of you to play a part in making them feel welcome.”

Wild’s hands clenched into fists by his side. “With all due respect boss, it wouldn’t fit right by us to kick out someone with the same circumstances we all had at one point or another.”

Sky swallows harshly but says nothing.

Time allows himself to smile. The boys relax slightly.

“Dismissed.”

The boys nod and head out of the room. Only Twilight stays behind.

Time sighs and rubs his temple, already trying to compute mental calculations to keep things in order and figure out how to care for another vulnerable being in his charge.

“Uncle.” Twilight calls silently. “Didn’t the attack seem odd? …Right as we were about to get to our target, he’s already dead?”

Time shakes his head. “That drowned rat already had a bounty on his head. I’m not surprised he didn’t get wiped off the census earlier.”

Twilight hums and looks away. “You saw the scars on the child.”

“I did.”

“They’re also blind.”

“I saw that too.”

Twilight shuffles awkwardly on his feet. Time looks at him with the tender smile he only allows him to see when they’re alone. “What’s wrong pup?”

He takes another beat to answer. Time can see the veins on his neck pop as well as his jaw clench with whatever amount of force Twilight’s putting behind it. Twilight starts to shake. He’s pissed. “I’ve never been so angry on behalf of a person I’ve never met before, Uncle Link.”

Time nods. That’s his boy.

“I believe you.”

“I want to tear his heart out.”

“A shame he wouldn’t feel a thing.” Time answers dryly.

Twilight can’t help the wicked smirk that blooms on his face.

They say nothing more and depart.

The next few weeks are… strange to say the least.

The child is quiet and withdrawn. That’s to be expected. Aryll became close to the child and tried to be as close to them as possible. Due to this, Wind snuck past their defenses relatively quickly since that was his sister. Hyrule had been tending to the small bumps and bruises the child had sustained in their time in the house and also gained the child’s trust relatively quickly.

As weeks turned to months, Time didn’t know what to personally think of the child and didn’t go out of his way to form a relationship just yet. The child would come to him every now and then in his office and he’d let them sit in his lap. He’d hold them until they fell asleep and would carry them to their bed. But that was about it.

As more time went on, Sky and Four managed to get the child to giggle some more and explore some safe activities so that they weren’t bored. Twilight had taken to sitting in on their play time with playdough and beads and instruments to see if the child had started their schooling. If not, then the plan was for Time and him to make a curriculum and share it between Aryll and the child.

Legend didn’t seem to be in the child’s good graces yet, but the ones who were really struggling were Wild and Warrior. The child seemed to avoid them, but no one couldn’t figure out why.

Still that didn’t seem to break their spirits. Those two were just going to try harder and sweeter. In Wild’s case? Literally. He’d bribe them with sweets if he had to.

It wasn’t until the spring had begun to heat up for the summer that Time had gotten a rather unsettling invitation for a private meeting by none other than the Shadow Queen.

Now that Shadow Queen was another powerful boss that had built her empire from the ground up a long while ago. She was much more ruthless than Time and his Chain would ever be. Despite his own power, he knew better than to insult her intentions, no matter what they might be. They’ve never stepped on each other’s toes, never stepped beyond their borders and into each other's territory.

Time had no idea what Her Majesty wanted.

The boys were just as nervous as he was when he told them of the potential affiliation that would happen. They weren’t trusting of the circumstance but couldn’t come up with enough excuse to convince Time to not go through with it. The child comes up and hugs his legs.

“Will you be safe, papa?” They say.

Time feels his heart jump into his throat as he bends to their level. He tenderly moves their hair away from their face, kisses their forehead and gives them that same smile reserved only for solo time- but in front of everybody. “I will be back, safe and sound. I promise.”

Time leaves with his head held high.

That is until he gets to the center of The Shadow’s Queen kingdom. He enters through her casino with more unsettling ease.

It appears the guards have been expecting him.

He enters a back room and comes face to face with a desk with the chair facing away from him on the other side. He knows this trick. Time has played it multiple times himself.

He takes the chair facing the desk and crosses his leg across his knee, crossing his arms in a relaxed position.

She turns around and Time realizes that he’s actually seen her face before. Jet black hair and eyes that sparkled enough to rival the night sky at its fullest.

“You have something of mine.” She says sharply, tongue and tone all sharp and no doubt bladed.

Time doesn’t show any care or fear. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Does a six year old blind child sound familiar?”

“....I might know what you’re talking about.”

They have a stare down.

Time is trying to see if she’s willing to diverge any more information and the Queen herself wonders if the infamous Chain Boss is the weakest link of them all.

Neither of them want to back down. It would be a show of weakness that neither of them are capable of showing to the heads of the other mafia houses.

But there’s a desperation that Time doesn’t expect to see in the eyes of the Shadow Queen. It’s not the same cold blooded blood lust he’s heard so much about. This is a feral kind of hunger. A protection behind her fierce gaze.

This is personal for her.

He takes a chance.

"....I get them every spring and summer." Time offers. "You can have them in autumn and winter."

"I missed out on nearly six years, sweetheart, I'm not missing six months every year." The Shadow Queen chuckles, unamused. "You're cute, but not cute enough to get away with that much."

"You think I'm cute?" Time turns on his boyish charm, leaning in a little more to sell it further. "Regardless, a child needs stability. And my boys have grown quite attached to them. And while morality states that I hand the child over, you are a total stranger to them. It would do more damage than good to their psyche. I refuse to even so much as imply to abandon them. And my boys would very much agree with it."

She doesn’t answer him right away. Time knows that she’s chewing on his words. She’s taking him seriously. If she takes any longer to answer him then he knows that she’s considering his words.

Her fingers drum on the desk, well-manicured nails clicking against glass. She doesn't like it... but he has a point. And his charm is working better than she wants to admit. "... How about autumn and winter, plus weekend visits? So I'm not a stranger when we trade."

His eyebrows furrow invisibly. “....You’re the mother.”

She doesn’t answer him in that regard. Although her clicking nails subconsciously clack faster against the glass desk.

Time flexes his jaw, keeping a pleasant, if neutral, smile. "Naturally in autumn and winter the child will fall under your care. It's only fair to give the mother the holidays. And weekend visitation sits alright with me, so long as you come alone."

"That's not a problem, I was planning on that." She relaxes a little, seeming relieved. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement with minimal issues."

Time holds out his hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I suggest making a place for the child and their wolf to stay in the meantime. I'll see you Saturday, your majesty."

He stands, brushing down his suit.

"I look forward to it." The Queen shakes his hand, standing with him. "Let me walk you out. Casino is hard to navigate the first time in."

"Of course." Time follows dutifully. He tries to look around as subtly as possible. You never know when he's going to need insider information.

The House of Umbra Casino was lively with customers drinking, gambling, chatting away. He notices bartenders and security guards roaming the floor, likely the Queen's people gathering intelligence. She chuckles after a moment, and Time realizes he's not quite subtle enough. "Taking notes on how I run things?"

"Only taking note of exits, my dear." Time responds casually. "The number of health code violations are minimal. I see why the business is unbothered."

It gets a small laugh out of her. "I take great care in my work. Do tell me the violations and I'll see they're taken care of."

"I hope you don't mind a closer examination then." Time turns his head and winks with his good eye. "On a later date, of course."

"Not at all." The Shadow Queen chuckles as they arrive at the door. "But for now, I'll let you go. Seems you have quite the family to get back to."

Time nods and leaves.

His mind is crowded with the idea that he might have a terrible decision. But he can’t afford for the others to see him dire straits. He needs to get his head on his shoulders and get down to business.

He informs his boys about the upcoming visit of the Queen and there is the expected outrage.

“You invited the Night Mother here to our base?! Just like that?!”

He didn’t expect Twilight to be the one to take issue with it though.

“Who’s that?” The child asks quietly from the doorway, silencing any further discussion.

They all stare at the child with apprehensive faces. Time forces a smile to his face and adds a more calming tone to his voice. “A friend. She wants to see you and is going to come by to play for a little bit on Saturday.”

The child perks up a little bit. “A new friend?”

“Yes.”

“...Would she like to play with Mr Wiggles?” The child shuffles nervously on their feet. Mr. Wiggle was one of the first gifts the chain had ever gotten them. It was their second day in the base and Legend had gone and bought them a stuffed elephant that Time was almost positive was actually a toy for infants. It had crinkly ears and what he thought was a rattle or a few bells hidden inside so it made a few noises when it moved.

They hardly went anywhere without him.

Time smiled a little more softly, shocking his boys even further. He’s starkly reminded of the way she all but begged him to get close to the child, how willing she was to agree to his terms without the threat of violence. If he looked closer, he thought he could see that very way their noses both curved and the slender hands that they shared.

Even if she hadn’t responded to him, Time knows better. She is the mother. But why wait until now to take the child back? He has more questions for her. “I’m sure she’d love to.”

The child smiles, bright and innocent.

The boys look back to him with valid faces of suspicion and distrust. Time meets them head on. “She’ll come by Saturday morning and will leave before sundown. I want a few of you boys to keep watch between her and the child. I don’t care how you do it, just do it.”

“Will she come alone?” Warrior frowns.

“Of course.” Time raises an eyebrow. “That was one of the conditions.”

“And she agreed?” Hyrule asks incredulously.

“I know. I was shocked too.” Time sighs.

Twilight shuffles awkwardly in his spot, not able to come up with an argument to stop what has already been agreed upon. The child walks further in and crawls onto Time’s lap once more. Time looks at his nephew and tries to not look too lost. “Pup?”

The young man wipes his hand harshly down his face and takes a deep breath. “I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

With that, they were off the races trying to get together the means to host The Queen herself into their humble base of operations. They went through with a deep clean of the place before tucking away any unnecessary info they would hate to be leaked.

Peaceful talk or not, they didn’t need an enemy to spy on their business.

Luckily, when she appeared in all her glory on the appointed day- it was hard to not see the panic in the way she walked. In the way she talked. It was much too business-like to speak with any child. She no doubt made Aryll uncomfortable as well. The young girl had offered to spend the day with the child and the Night Mother as well, if only for the child to have more familiarity with the stranger.

Twilight, Sky and Hyrule had offered to take shifts until The Queen left.

No one seemed willing to make eye contact with the woman- not that Time could blame them.

They took to fingerpainting when playing with Mr. Wiggles wasn't enough to distract the children.

The first day wasn’t a total disaster in the end though. Even Time had to admit that. He walked the Shadow Queen to the door and put himself between her and the boys he considered his own.

“Well, your majesty?” He offered his hand. “Was it everything you wanted to be?”

She bit her lip before banishing whatever nerves she may have had left over. “It will suffice.”

A beat passes before her anxieties take hold once more. “Did I frighten them?”

“You frighten everybody.” He shrugs, not willing to rise to whatever bait she’s planting. “Should I expect your carriage next week at the same time, your majesty?”

“Call me Hesper.” She once again doesn’t bother answering her question. “It’s easier that way.”

“Hesper.” He says her name slowly, savoring the way it tastes on his tongue. “Very well. Drive home safely.”

She nods and he closes the door.

Very quickly they all fell into the strange and unorthodox routine of this new arrangement. The child was still a little apprehensive around the woman and the woman had yet to fully break out of her business tycoon persona to let the child in. It was almost painful to watch.

But Time had to admit, she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.

The summer passed by quickly. By the turn of autumn, the child was growing more and more out of their shell and Time was happy to see their progress. Wild had eventually won them over, although poor Warrior was still working on it on his end.

They were happy and things were calm.

That was until their base was attacked.

It was in the middle of the night and the boys were quick to awaken and fight back against the intruders. As soon as there was any push back whatsoever, the attackers fled the scene, hardly landing a scratch against them. Although there had to be at least a few gunshot wounds on the opposing side. Sky was quick to grab a weapon and fire a few… warning shots.

Time’s first concern was the child.

They had already been through violence. He wasn’t sure if they would be able to handle more.

As misfortune would have it, upon the very superficial investigation, the intruders were after the child.

Now that just pissed him off.

But that was nothing compared to the reaction of the woman he went to report it to. He’s actually quite glad that he took his nephew with him.

"I'll have my best people on guard in five minutes."

"Uh- m-ma'am, that isn't necessar-"

"Twilight." He shut his mouth in an instant. The Shadow Queen all but glares at the young man in question. "With all due respect: that is my child they're attacking. I am not having a repeat of what happened last time." She sends a text, then turns back to Time. "They'll be here in five minutes."

Time nods, as if expecting this. "I figured as much. Such is why I'm alerting you first thing. Let's go, Pup. We have to show our guests around."

"Wha-what?!" Twilight blinks double taking between the two adults. "Are you serious? Just like that? You're ok with this?"

Time raises a cool eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

Twilight can see the subtle threat as it is and he settles down... begrudgingly. "No, sir."

"Then let's go."

To the credit of her men, they’re right on time. They’re quick to check all of the perimeter and any weak points and blindspots the base has. They start reinforcing the second the find anything of potential interest.

Four and Wind had stayed with the child as the strange men poked their noses through their house. Aryll was taking a few notes of the way Hesper was ordering around her men, watching her with great interest as well. The others were too busy trying to move around the men and keep all of their information secret. Not that the other group was doing much snooping. According to the grapevine, The Shadow Queen had formed an alliance with The Chain.

No one wanted to break the thinly lined trust.

The child however, notices that everyone was on edge. They tug on Wind's sleeve. "Is the scary lady staying? Why is she yelling?"

"She’s just really worried about you." He's quick to make her seem (hopefully) less scary. "Your safety is really important to her."

"Yeah." Four joins in, ruffling the child's hair. "She just wants to make sure the bad guys can't get you, kiddo."

The child listens closer, eventually picking up on the telltale stutter of an anxious heartbeat, almost hidden behind the fury.

"mmm..." The child grips their shirt and Wind's sleeve. "Does papa know about this?"

"Yeah, he knows. He's with her right now." Four tells them.

The child looks away, letting their ears do most of the work. "Legend and Warrior don't seem too happy about this though.... Is it because the scary lady scares them too?"

Wind and Four share a look.

"Uh... maybe, kiddo. She's pretty new to them too."

Hesper finishes giving orders, and the guards vanish. It's then that she allows herself a small sigh, a slight lax in her shoulders. "Alright. They have their instructions. I'll look into who might’ve ordered the attack as well."

She frowns, thinking as she looks out into the city. "I hate to think that... nevermind. ... Did I scare them?"

Time doesn't look her way as he inspects the 'damage'. "Who? My boys? Yes, but I had assumed that would be a given. It's not everyday The Night Mother leaves her den, let alone to bark orders at another, formerly claimed, rival."

"Oh. No, I mean..." She trails off, glancing towards Four and Wind, but it clicks. Last thing a mother wants is her child being scared of her. Especially when trying to rekindle a relationship.

Time knows this. She had asked the same question the first she visited. He was just trying to distract.

He sighs. "It takes time. They witnessed the murder of three people when we found them. You can't expect them to be trusting. It took us weeks. They still act guarded around Warrior and Wild. Although the latter seemed to have given them enough sweets to lower their guard. Give it time. They're a good kid."

“Right... right, sorry." Hesper looks away. "Patience... you'd think I'd be better at that. Not in this case, apparently."

"You're scared." Time says bluntly. "You're efficient and you're used to instant results."

He also looks away from her. "This is beyond your comfort zone. You're not in control and you don't like it. ...The kid can feel it. There's no harm in being honest with yourself."

(Said the biggest hypocrite.)

She chuckles a bit. "Vulnerability around the wrong people can risk everything in this line of work, Link. I was trained to be a book no one wants to read. As much as I want to, I don't know how to be honest."

"Would you consider your child to be 'the wrong person'?" Time asks point blank. "Even if you don't know, I suggest you start learning. The kid would know when you're lying."

Hesper's eyes widen as she realizes what she implied, and it's like a switch flips. The professional killer and businesswoman vanishes, leaving the nervous mother scrambling behind.

"I didn't mean that, I-! Oh, why would I even suggest that..." She tucks a stray strand of hair back, blows out a breath. "Alright, I see your point. ... Any advice on how to start?"

The switch flip shocks Time more than he's willing to let on. If he allowed himself to think it, she appears just as any mother would

It's a shame she could end them all in an instant.

But he sees the trust where it's placed. At this point he knows her child better than she does.

Time smiles. "Ask them questions. What's their favorite toy? Their favorite show? They've been trying to paint recently. Draw with them. With time, they'll feel better around you. Just don't take it to heart if the boys join in. It's the most excitement we've gotten in a long time, and they love them."

Not to mention it's been helping the kid feel more at ease. But he won't say that. No need to rub salt on the wound.

"Painting?" Hesper feels a memory stir in the back of her mind; she had always wanted to... she quickly pulls away from the memory before she can get lost in it, and smiles back. "I think I have a set of paints back home, actually. I'll have to bring them next time I come over... Thank you, Time, that helps a lot."

Time raises an eyebrow, trying to tease her gently. “Oh, are we back to that? And here I thought I heard you actually call me by my name?”

She pauses and he laughs a little. He won’t push her. She’s flustered enough. He nods, turning to her at last. "You're welcome and please do. Let me know if you need a room. I'm sure we can clear space."

"Ah- a room?" She laughs a little, looking... flushed? Interesting. Time doesn’t comment on that either. "You've done so much already, I don't want to impose. It's still your house."

Time chuckles. "Well it just so happens to be a very big house. It'll just be a play room of sorts. Neutral ground for the child."

He'd do anything to make sure they feel safe. Of course, they may need more furniture for it.

"Oh! In that case, I'd be happy to help with it! I can bring some things in... after I've asked what they'd want in one... it could be their dream playroom!" She pauses, smiling sheepishly. "I-if that's okay with you."

Time chuckles and allows the way she blushes at the sound to please him deep in his bones. It’s been a long time since he’s seen a woman blush as delicately as she does. He allows her to stay for longer than usual that night.

With their guard higher than usual, the boys still refuse to complain to their boss about the changes. The child doesn’t notice much of a difference as everyone gets into another change in their routines. They keep learning the little curriculum they have and the chain tries their hardest to keep things as normal as possible.

It grows increasingly harder the more they see Time and The Night Mother spend longer and longer talking to one another. However, they can tell that something is happening between the two of them, even if neither of them is going to say anything anytime soon.

Autumn turns colder and winter approaches. That’s when trouble decides to come back to bite them.

It’s on the further side of the border this time. Ganon and his band of no good ruffians are making claims against The Chain again. This is not something they’re unfamiliar with, but they’re going to have to be smarter about this than in the past. They can’t risk having trouble on their side so close to their home when they have the children to think about.

The Shadow Queen has had enough of their funny business. Apparently she’s had a few run-ins with the son of Calamity Ganon but refused to elaborate when Time asked.

Wild was furious.

Calamity Ganon was the whole reason his family was dead- and yet his son gets to live?

Time had to remind him that no matter how much he deserved and was willing to attack, Ganon was more powerful than they were and he gained his power for a reason. This was not the time for rash decisions. Even if he secretly agreed with Wild’s logic.

Hesper had taken a few hits too many and told them that she was going to fight the man anyway. She asked them to stay behind while she pushed him back enough to remind him that he wasn’t the only King Pin around.

She stopped visiting as often.

Time didn’t want to admit it but he had actually grown to miss her. Dare he say, he wanted her with him instead. But he has a duty to his boys, his little girl and the child she entrusted to him to keep safe.

He couldn’t risk joining in on the fight.

It was dark already when he heard it.

Time had already tucked the child to bed and was checking the locks on the doors when he heard a solid thunk just beyond the wooden frame.

The sound causes him to pause and hesitate.

He undoes the locks and steps outside, keeping his weapon out just in case and- “Hesper?”

Blood.

Lots of it.

She’s on the pavement and not moving.

Time drops his weapon and runs to her side. His heart is instantly pounding in his chest as he picks her up and brings her inside the base. He puts her in the spare room they’ve kept clean for unsuspecting visitors but it’s about to get very messy.

Time hurries and wakes up Hyrule and gets Warrior, the two most versed in first aid as he scrambles to get the needed equipment for her to be treated.

He’s furious.

His heart beats rapidly and furiously. His own blood rushes through his body at breakneck speeds. It’s the only thing he can hear right now aside from his breath.

He’s so angry.

Hesper could have been followed.

Hesper had just brought the war she so desperately wanted to keep away from her child right to their doorstep.

Hesper could have asked for help.

Time would have given her the assistance needed then.

He forces himself to slow down.

Didn’t he just admit to himself that he couldn’t take that kind of risk?

He tries to stay out of the room and out of the way of those who actually know how to help her. As luck would have it, most of the blood on her wasn’t her own. As luck would further have it, Warrior was in tune enough with this line of work that he asked the same questions Time had when she was lucid enough to speak.

She was not followed.

She had killed Ganon and the last of his goons. The territory was now up for grabs. Something Warrior had gladly taken note of.

Hesper hadn’t slept in days.

Time had taken note of that.

Lastly, when Hyrule asked about coming here instead of back to her own place, she mentioned wanting to tell the good news but felt tired. So tired. She was going to turn back so no one would be worried any more. They should rest easy.

She fell asleep soon after that.

Time growls but thanks the two boys for their help, asking them to keep quiet about her arrival and to merely go get some rest after their hard work.

Time finds that he can’t sleep that night.

In fact, Hesper stays asleep for a long time. Days pass. Time finds himself worrying more over her well being than the rest of the responsibilities that he has to take care of. He’s lucky that the boys can more than handle themselves. But the child-.... Her child. He had to think of what to tell them.

By the fourth night, Time finds himself sitting by his desk with his head in his hands. It’s been another sleepless night. Dawn breaks and Time can hear the door of the room opening. There’s a small thunk and a muted curse. After a faint pained hiss, he hears the same floor board that always creaked when stepped on wrong. A pause and then it creaks further, slower- as if trying to avoid the sound from happening at all.

Time gets up, keeping his walk as calm as possible as he goes to confront her. He can see Hesper get to the stairs and begin her descent despite her bandages and bruises. He doesn’t want to make things worse between them but there’s frost on the ground now and if she left now she would most likely get sick with her injuries. For some reason, that only gives him more incentive to keep her here.

"Going somewhere?" Time speaks from behind her. He's leaning against the wall, his arms are crossed and an eyebrow is raised.

He does not look happy.

Hesper winces, looking back very slowly.

She can see why the boys hate this look.

She looks back down, deeming silence the best course of action over the responses 'no' and 'I'm sorry'.

His glare only hardens. "I asked you a question."

Okay, not the best course of action. "No..."

"Incredible." Time gets off of the wall, still glaring. "Going nowhere and yet you're out of bed and sneaking around my house like some rebellious teenager."

He begins to walk toward Hesper with purpose. "Get back there. Now. We need to talk, since you're finally lucid."

In a panic, she scrambles back up onto the bed as best as she can, squeaking in surprise when Time effortlessly hoists her up the rest of the way.

She has not genuinely feared the outcome of a conversation in a while, but this one definitely scared her the most.

Time keeps his arms by her sides, caging her in. He lowers his voice to a whisper, but he's obviously livid.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He hisses.

"I-" I wanted to see you. Oh no, she can't say that. She knows better than to say that. But what else can she say?? "I-I was going to do a quick check and leave-"

"Leave?!"

Time pushes himself away from her to pace the room. He makes a rash circle before coming back to the previous position. His hands grip the bed sheet until his knuckles turn white.

"What do you expect me to tell your child then?" Something in his eyes turns sharp and desperate. Like an animal. "Or Twilight. Or Wild. Or Hyrule. Or Warrior. Or Legend. Or Sky. Or Four. Or Wind."

He gulps, almost pushing himself into her face but holding back. "What were you thinking?! You could have died."

I could have lost you, sits on the tip of his tongue. But it's too soon. Too raw.

Blood on his hands- Ganon's, hers- haunts him.

He hasn't been able to sleep this entire time.

"... I'm sorry." There’s a line down one cheek, then the other. She takes a breath that hurts for too many reasons. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't... I wasn't..."

She hadn’t cried since her husband died.

Time's face crumples and his impossibly tight grip grows tighter.

He hangs his head and takes a deep breath. As he lets it go his whole body relaxes. Not looking up, Time reaches for her hand and gently, slowly, hesitantly, laces their fingers together.

"You scared me." Time admits. "Don't do it again."

Hesper sniffles, wiping at her eyes with her free hand (the one laced with his unconsciously squeezes it). "I know... I'm sorry..."

"...You've been unconscious for days." Time's voice wavers slightly. His grip on her hand also tightens- albeit more gently than how he gripped the bed sheets. It's tender.

"Everybody's been worried sick."

He crumples fully. Finally,

His head lands on her lap.

"The child asks for you. They know you're here. They ask me 'papa, when can I see mama? When is mama gonna wake up?' and I can't answer them."

He makes no movement for breathing, but her knee starts to feel cold and wet. "What was I supposed to tell them?"

A hand brushes through his hair after a moment. Gently and methodically untangling the knots, rubbing his shoulder.

"... You sacrifice a lot for them... no wonder they all love you so much." I love you too. Hesper sniffles quietly, smiling a little. "You should rest, Time. I can take it from here."

"....You're more insane than I thought." He mutters.

He lifts his head up, ignoring the tears running down his face. No one has seen him cry. He also hasn't cried in years.

"If you failed to notice, you were hardly capable of staggering out of the room. Let alone taking it over." He stands and wipes his face. "I'll send one of the boys up...and the child...It's ...only fair..."

He sniffles, fixing his face.

"You'll be taken care of here, I promise."

He leans in, caging her in gently once more before he pauses.

What was he about to do?

Time blinks, unsure of himself suddenly, uncharacteristically.

"I'll... go get them.."

"... Right." She nods, looking down. She lets his fingers slip away from hers slowly, then suddenly grabs his hand again before he can leave.

"... Hesper?"

She feels her heart flutter. She likes hearing him say her name.

"Promise... promise me you'll rest afterwards. Please." She asks softly, timidly... but she doesn't think it's the soft mom side of her talking. Or the assassin.

Time's eyes also soften.

In a fluid motion, he adjusts her grip, bringing her hand up to leave a kiss on her knuckles. "Yes, My Queen."

He looks up with a subtle wink, and lets her hand go.

He has to tell Wild to make food and for Twilight to bring the child and for Legend to find Hesper some clothes to change into. And he has to make sure that the budgets are in order and that the defense system is running...

Then rest. Maybe.

The child comes running to him a few (many) hours after he sends them up to Hesper with Twilight.

"Mama says it's bedtime for you, Papa." They find his shirt and tug on it. "You promised."

Time blinks, swaying slightly as he bends to pat the child on the head. "Is that so?"

He feels so tired.

"Did you talk to mama?"

"Mmhm! She was too tired to play tag, so we painted and talked for a while before she had to sleep again. She told me to make you go to bed too because she knew you were still up." The child takes his hand now, tugging insistently. "Come on, Papa, you have to sleep."

Time chuckles quietly and lets the child lead him through the house. It’s only when he realizes that the child begins to lead him to Hesper’s room that he digs his heels in. "Bubba, she's still hurt. I could make it worse by accident. It's better if I sleep in my own bed."

"Oh... but she wanted to see you. She asked Twilight about you."

Time winces, unknowingly letting his emotions betray him.

"Um... but..."

He can't think of a reason to not go.

The child grins and takes the queue to keep dragging him into the room where their mother is sleeping. Time smiles at the sight. It appears a little someone had tucked a teddy bear under her arm. The small child feels around for the bed before they begin to climb in. Time sighs, picking the child up. "Bubba- you should go to sleep too. I don't think there's enough room for all of us."

"Aw, okay. Maybe next time we can snuggle." The child pouts a bit, but accepts it.

Time chuckles, carrying the child away and to their room. "It's past your bedtime anyway, bubba. We'll see how mama's doing tomorrow."

And not because he nearly kissed her earlier and held her hand, twice. He was the one to clean her up and bring her in. He wants her recovery to be as perfect as possible.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, Hesper had been awake enough to hear them both. She finds herself lost in her thoughts afterwards.

Mother never believed in getting attached.

She had trained Hesper to plan, to sneak, to kill, to run a business, to run from the law.

And yet Mother forgot the most important lessons.

What are you supposed to do when you get attached?

Knowing her, she would say cut your losses. Get rid of your feelings before they grow out of control.

Well, too late for that one.

Hesper sighed at the ceiling, still holding onto the stuffed bear from her baby.

Family was one thing. She would never regret that attachment.

... But what about a lover? She knew the sting of losing one; she couldn't bear it a second time.

Not with someone so wonderful. So powerful.

So utterly terrifying.

It was too late to leave Time... she'd already tried. It might’ve been the biggest mistake of her life. It would've meant so much more than leaving a person, it would be abandoning her child again, abandoning the humanity she just found.

... Why did she even try to leave? Was she afraid? Afraid of attachment, admitting weakness?

... Afraid of Time?

She shook her head, even if she was the one who asked. She wasn't afraid of him. She loved him. Time meant so much to her. Everyone in this house did.

... This house was her Achilles Heel.

... She should leave. For their safety.

Hesper grips the bedsheets. If she grips hard enough, she can feel Time's warmth there still.

A warmth she couldn’t bear to leave.

In the other room, Time sets the child to rest, finally. Three bedtime stories later and two lullabies and they fell asleep. Their chest expands and deflates with every deep breath.

He sighs.

He's so tired.

Time leaves the room, softly shutting the door and banking to the left. He's not entirely sure why, but he's heading back.

He has to see her. He has to know that she's ok. That she really did wake up.

He doesn't bother knocking.

He grabs the door knob and turns it quietly, in case she's asleep and opens it.

His heart is pounding in his chest and he feels as if he could throw up at any minute.

Is she gone? Is she still there? Is she hurting? Is she dead?

He can feel himself spiraling.

He's just there to check, he tells himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

Hesper looks up from the bear in her lap.

"... You're still awake?" It comes out much softer than anticipated.

Time blinks, sagging from the release of his anxiety.

"I could ask the same to you." He replies just as softly. "The child said you were sleeping."

"I was. Just woke up." She watches him a moment, then moves over, patting the now open space on the bed. "Come lay down. You need to sleep."

Time's eyes soften as he moves into the room. "You're still injured. I doubt that's wise."

He bends next to the bed, resting his arms over it. "How're you feeling?"

"A lot better, but I don’t feel like trying to walk at this time of night." Hesper rests against the headboard. "How are you feeling?"

Time hums. "Better, now that you're here."

He blinks. That was more honest than he was intending.

"A bit tired, but nothing a good nap won't fix."

He doesn't want to be checking her out, but he can't help the way his eyes fitter over the injures he knows are under the blankets.

"The child is asleep now." He tells her. "Took longer than usual."

Hesper chuckles softly. "I think they know how tired we are. Before I fell asleep, they suddenly stopped painting and insisted I go to bed. Tucked me in and everything."

Time snorts, resting his head on his arms. "They do the same to Warrior and Legend. They always seem to know. I see you have Charlie with you... They love that bear. It was the first one we got for them. Although Mr. Wiggles is their ultimate favorite."

"Charlie, huh?" Hesper admires the bear with a gentle smile. "Well, it’s nice to meet you, Charlie. You almost look like the blue bear I got them as a baby... could never get them to let it go."

Time chuckles, smiling softer. "Really now?"

This is cute. Time finds his eyes closing.

"They must have been a cute baby."

"Cutest in the world..." Hesper looks over. She can tell he's falling asleep. "... Come to bed. Please?”

Time doesn't even register that she speaks.

He reaches for her hand and promptly passes out.

Hesper snorts softly, taking his hand.

"That's going to hurt tomorrow." She squeezes his hand. "Sleep well, Time."

She stays awake a little longer, watching Time as he sleeps. Eventually, he turns, falling off of his seat and straight to the floor. Hesper laughs and finds herself relaxed enough to fall asleep again at last.

Hesper wakes up first and finds that Time is still on the floor of the room. She can’t help but laugh again at his expense. The sound wakes him up.

"Sleep well?" She’s in a teasing mood this morning. And doing terribly at stifling her laughter.

Time sits up slowly, running an internal diagnostic check.

Everything seems to be functioning. No pain outside of what he's used to. No hangover or side effects that he can recognize.

He turns to Hesper.

"Well...this is certainly one of the better places I've woken up face flat in."

He sent a dashing smile. "Good morning gorgeous."

She giggles, ducking partially against the bed. "Good morning, handsome. Suppose the floor is better than propped up against the bed. I feared for your back."

Time grunts, twisting so that his entire spine can pop like rock candy. "I've dealt with worse. Better bent over-"

You know what. He's not going to finish that sentence. He forgot he's in "polite" company. "What about you? Sleep well? Have any pain?"

Hesper hums. "No, no pain. Have some energy back, too. Given my track record for healing, I wouldn’t be surprised if I was up and walking again soon."

Time smiles genuinely. "Good. ...Good! That's great!"

"What about you? Feeling a little better after your nap?" Hesper chuckles, brushing hair from his face.

Time tilts his head into her touch. "I always feel better when I'm around you."

He smiles and gets up. "I'll get your food. I'll be right back."

"Okay. I'll be waiting." Hesper smiles as he leaves... then realization hits like a bucket of ice water.

Were they flirting? Is that okay??

She shakes her head. No way. They're just being playful. He couldn’t possibly-

Time leaves the room, feeling giddy for the first time since he was a boy.

Wild is already up, plates of food on the table, waiting to be claimed by whoever wakes up first.

"Good morning." Time takes two plates without hesitation. "Any updates on the matter of-"

"None that I'm aware of." Wild flips more food onto the next plate. "Who died that made you so happy?"

"No one." Time shrugs. "Hesper is recovering."

"....Is that all?:

"She called me handsome." Time turns on his heel to go back. "I'll let you know if there's any need for updates."

"Yessir."

Time returns to the scene of Hesper talking softly with her baby.

"Hm? Oh look, Papa's back." Hesper grinned.

"Morning, Papa!" The child waved, Hesper gently nudging them so they waved at him and not the wall.

Time can feel his heart swell at the sight.

"I brought breakfast." Time rotates the plates, handing one to Hesper as he sits on the bed.

"Thank you, Time." She smiles and takes the plate. She proceeds to share it with her child, who doesn't need to know there's only two plates.

"Does papa have food?" They ask before they take a bite.

"Yes, bubba. I have food." Time chuckles quietly.

"Eat as much as you like." Hesper encourages the child as she feeds them another bite.

They smile, eating happily.

Time eats silently, watching Hesper be a mother after so long of having to figure it out on the fly.

He finishes and puts the plate on his lap.

"Oh? All finished?"

"Mmhm!" The child hops off the bed. "I'm gonna go play with Wind, he's gonna teach me how to fly a kite!"

"Aw, a kite?" Hesper smiles. "You'll have to teach me how to get better."

"Okay, Mama!" And with that, they run out of the room, leaving the two adults alone.

Time smiles, nudging Hesper with his knee. "Your turn. Eat."

He's already done with his food.

"I am, I am." Hesper chuckles as she eats. "And before you scold me about the portion, I don't eat much on injuries. Can't stomach as much, for some reason."

Time raises an eyebrow. "I wasn't going to say too much. Having not eaten in three days can stretch out your stomach significantly when you do. I wasn't expecting you to eat much anyway. As long as you eat something."

"... Oh." Hesper blinks, clearly not expecting that one. Stunned by his calm (and intelligence), she finishes her meal quietly and wills herself not to blush.

Time takes her plate without any other comment. "I'm sure it's boring being on bed rest but unfortunately, there's little I can personally do to remedy that. The best I can do is get the boys to move you to the play room. I'm sure the child would be more than happy to spend the day with you. They've been wanting your attention for a while now."

Her eyes go soft on him. "Really? You already do so much, I don't want to strain you boys too much..."

But he already knows she'd love that more than anything.

Time snorts. "I've never been shy about putting them to work- but I don't think they'd complain as much if it has to do with you."

He winks, already taking out his phone. "I'll be back later and they'll be here in a jiffy."

Hesper giggles at that one. "Alright. Thank you, Time."

He smiles and leaves, intending to get to work without further delay.

Within minutes, Sky, Twilight and Warrior appear by the door.

"Good morning! Glad to see you awake, at last."

"Glad to be awake." Hesper chuckles. "I hear we're going to the playroom."

"That's correct." Warrior nods. "Ready when you are."

"Think I'm as ready as I can be."

Warrior and Twilight nod. They each move to the side, picking her up. Sky moves to support her back while the other two hold her up as she sits on their shoulders.

"Onward!"

Hesper helps as much as she can to get herself carried over to the playroom, but she can't help but joke about feeling special. Soon enough, she's settled in the playroom, and she thanks the three boys for their troubles.

It's at about this time that the child rushes in, leaves and twigs tangled in their hair.

"Oh, bubba, you have a few things stuck in your hair." Hesper chuckles. "Can I help you get them out?"

"Mama? Can you walk??"

"No, the boys brought me over so we could play."

"Oh! Yeah, I wanna play!"

"Can I help you with your hair first?"

"Sure, lemme get my brush!"

That was later in the autumn. Eventually Hesper got better and returned to her own house. It dawned on Time that the child they shared should have gone to her house by now but neither made an effort to correct the issue. Hesper was in no way healed enough to take care of the child 24/7 and she had yet to bring it up either.

By the time Hespered remembered the second half of the deal they made back in early summer, she had a new problem to deal with.

She was on her way to her scheduled appointment at the Chain Base, ready to chew Time out when her foot bumped something. A baby. On her doorstep.

There was a note on the top of the little baby’s chest.

For some reason, Hesper already gathered that this was her mother’s doing.

Hesper picked up the baby right away, regardless of potential risk. His face twisted as if he was crying, fat tears ran down his cheeks... but he made no sound. Not a single peep.

She bounced him gently as she brought him inside, nudging the door shut with her foot. The poor boy was freezing. How long had he been out there? He could've died-

She heard the church of paper. Tucked in his swaddle was a note. She shifted him to one arm, opened the note with her free hand.

He is of no use to me. Perhaps you will find use for him in that little waste of time you call a family.

... She crumpled the note in her fist, knuckles turning white.

She'd never wanted to kill her mother before.

She was lucky the baby came first.

She calls Time and says she's going to be late

"Late? Why?"

"... My mother left me a present."

Hesper wasn’t about to disappear on her own baby though, and decided that after the two year old was fed, washed and properly warmed, she would still go visit. And maybe ask for some help. Again.

Hesper knocked on the door, texting Time to come out alone. He does so, no questions asked. Hesper doesn’t have the forethought to think through that level of trust.

Time stares for a minute before he speaks. "You know.... I'm sure your mother would have said something first if she wanted grandchildren so badly... I didn't think we were moving that slowly."

The little boy stares at him curiously, blue eyes wide and bright.

"Better us than a woman who'd leave him in the cold for... who knows how long." Hesper cradles his head close to her chest. He smiles and nuzzles it. "He's mute. I didn't even know he was out there until I opened the door. I hope he doesn't get sick."

Time flexes his jaw and nods. "Wild can get the kid some warm milk. I'll see about running to the store for emergency supplies. Food, diapers, blankets and maybe a car seat. We can figure out the rest later."

"Thank you." Hesper looks down at him again. He's taken to looking around again, taking in the strange new world around him. "... I was thinking his name should be Sol. His smile is so bright."

"And here I was thinking it was for the bright blond baby hair he's sporting." Time chuckles, leaning over to run his hand over the baby's head.

Time grabs his keys, instantly texting a message on his phone. "I'll be back. Make yourself comfortable. Wild should be working on the food as we speak. I'll get the boys to make a list of other items we'd need."

He heads to his car, unlocking and opening it without missing a beat. "We'll take care of him."

Sol reaches towards Time, clenching and unclenching his little fist.

"Yeah, that's Time." Hesper whispers to him with a smile. "He's the papa here. He's such a sweetheart~"

"Hesper?" Sky asks as he opens the door. "Are you ok? I've never seen Time leave in such a rush."

Sol and Sky meet eyes at the same time. Sol offers a toothy grin, while Hesper offers a sheepish smile.

"I'm fine... Sky, meet Sol."

Sky's jaw drops and it's visible, the way he scrambles to form a coherent thought. "...Congratulations."

He clears his throat and opens the door wider. "I wasn't aware you were expecting.... like at all..... whose child is that?"

He tries to backtrack. "Not that it wouldn't be yours... or that there's multiple possibilities of fathers- it's just you were here last week... and you visit regularly and nothing was ever mentioned-"

Help him, he's rambling.

Hesper covers his mouth, chuckling. "He's my brother, Sky. Not my son. But I'm taking charge of him now. Does that help?"

Sky's mouth shuts with a soft click and he nods. "Yes....It does. ....Do you want to come in?"

"Yes, please." Hesper chuckles, finally stepping into the house.

Sky coughs and lets her in. He lifts his hand to his mouth and calls out. "Her royal highness has arrived!"

"HESPER!" Wind calls out from beyond the house. Multiple footsteps follow suit. The patter against the hardwood. "Good morning Your Majesty!"

Hesper laughs. "Good morning! I brought my little brother today, hope you don't mind!"

Sol merely grins at the sudden multiplication of boys, waving and bouncing in Hesper's arms.

The boys cheer as they come to say their greetings.

Twilight shakes his head. "Does he need anything immediate?"

"No, I have it covered." Hesper chuckles as Sol wiggles around. "I think he might want to play, though."

"How little is Mama's brother?" The blind child asks and Hesper crouches down.

"Littler than you, bubba." Hesper guides the child's hand to Sol's, and they gasp as his little fingers grasp theirs.

"Is he a baby?" At Hesper's confirmation, her baby gets excited. "Baby brother! Let's go play!!"

By the time Time returns, he finds all of his boys crowded around the woman and infant as they all try to get the baby to laugh. It is clear that while the baby smiles widely, he makes no sound.

When the commotion dies down and little Sol has enough to keep him steady for a week or two, Time gets the answers to the questions he didn’t ask earlier as Hesper explains all that she knows.

They talk for hours.

It’s a long time before either of them realizes what time it is.

It’s decided to revisit the earlier and let the blind child stay with Time and his boys for a little longer while Hesper tries to get her life together with her little brother in her own house.

It begins to snow outside.

Hesper stays the night.

No one’s sure when it happens but Hesper has fully integrated herself into their dynamic and she comes over nearly everyday.

They have a party for new years and naturally, she’s invited.

Most of the boys take to entertaining the children as they time counts down. The older ones, including Hesper, open the wine cabinet for a glass or two. Or more. Much more.

Time and Hesper have ended up on the bed next to each other as the clock slowly ticks down, neither caring much about the commotion happening down below as the boys no doubt begin to rough house. It’s nice actually.

A bit loud- but it’s family.

….This is they’re family.

They're talking, laughing, and then they're closer than they should be, being openly soft and vulnerable.

It slips out of Hesper first. She didn't mean to say it.

"I think I love you, Time."

Time abruptly stops laughing, staring at her for a moment.

He just stares. No more laughter. No reaction.

A hand comes up to stop her from leaving if she gets up. Slowly, it moves to cup her cheek. "Do you mean that?"

She can't help it; she holds his hand there with her own. It's so warm, so right, even as she worries she may have ruined their relationship. "... Every word but 'think'."

"Outstanding." Time runs his thumb over her cheek. "I would have said the same thing."

Hesper pauses, the train of acceptance derailed. She was the one staring now, at his eyes, his smile. "... Really?"

Time grins. It's boyish and uncaring. "Yes, really. Darling, you're stunning."

She laughs, a melody he thinks only he's ever heard. "What does that mean?"

Time scoots a little bit closer. "I see you... and I'm awestruck...star struck even. I forget to breathe. I forget to think. I forget myself. Everything in that moment is you. Only you. And your beauty, your wit, your talent. You are breathtaking."

They're close all over again, but it's intentional now. Maybe they're even closer than before. Hesper chuckles softly as she tries to find the words to reply, forehead coming to rest against his. "I'd argue you're the breathtaking one here. And the witty one. Somehow you know just what to say to leave me speechless. And... it's a wonderful feeling. ... You’re wonderful, Time."

Hesper wasn’t sure who leaned forward first. All she really knew is after a moment of resting her forehead there, staring into those brilliant blue eyes, she had glanced down, and then their lips connected.

It was soft. Short, simple, and sweet. Hesper almost couldn't believe it had happened, if not for the warmth it left behind. Slowly, one became two, and two became three, each one just a little longer than the last. Just another moment. Just a little deeper. Just a little sweeter.

Because all the time in the world just wasn't enough.

"Happy New Year, Mama!" Hesper’s baby exclaimed into the moment, running over to the pair. Hesper chuckled softly, reaching down to ruffle her child's hair.

"Happy New Year, My Darling."

Time thinks he might be drunk. But he's not sure if it's from the liquor or the kisses. He sits up and picks up the child. "Come 'ere you!"

Only to mercilessly tickle them.

"Happy new year bubba."

"Happy New Year, Papa." The child giggles, getting cozy between the two. Soon Sol has joined the party, clambering into their laps and pointing at the pretty lights hanging everywhere.

'Stars!' He signs with a grin.

"They do look like stars, huh Sol?" Hesper chuckles, kissing his head. "Good eye~"

Time snorts. "Yes, that's true. They do look like stars."

He's looks at Hesper though- trying to get a glimpse of her eyes once more.

He's not thinking straight. Something is telling him to leave- the vulnerability is dangerous. She is the Shadow Queen. The Night Mother. She can end his whole empire with a single stroke of her finger...

And yet he kissed her. He wants to kiss her again. He wants to never stop kissing her.

Her eyes are sparkling in the lights, warm and stunning as ever. She watches her kids run off again as Wind mentions sparklers and fireworks, and nods at Twilight as he goes to supervise.

And then she's looking at him again. How could this woman be the Night Queen? It just didn't fit.

"Interested in the fireworks?" She smiles, and the lights in her eyes dare to shine a little brighter for him.

"You could say that." Time smiles and holds out his arm. "Care to join me?"

"I'd be delighted." Hesper grins, taking his arm as they go outside.

Time's smile seems to widen as he leads her through his house.

The boys are busy shooting firecrackers and sparklers and getting the children to join in the fun. Sol runs around wildly with two sparklers, chased by Four who also has two. Both spot Time and Hesper at the same time and run over to offer them one of their sparklers.

"Oh, for me? Thank you, Four." Hesper chuckles, taking the sparkler.

"No problem."

Sol grins, bouncing a little as he extends his sparkler to Time.

Time nods, taking it gently. "Thank you, Sol. Go play."

He ruffles his hair and pats his shoulder to send him off. He stands and waves the sparkler through the air. He makes a heart and strikes a line through it. Like an arrow.

Hesper giggles from his side and makes a heart with their initials in the middle, like she's a schoolgirl doodling in her notebook. She follows it up with several tiny hearts.

"Now all that's missing is a stick figure wedding." She jokes.

Time wraps his arm around her hips, pulling her flush against his body. He presses his ear next to her ear. “Or we can just have the real thing.”

Hesper’s heart starts beating rapidly. She turns to him, not sure if it’s her heart or the liquor that does the talking but she kisses him again. “I’d like that.”

Time smirks and kisses her back, dropping his sparkler in the process. He can’t help it.

Behind them, back in the house, the clock strikes midnight, the beginning of the new year- and their new lives.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #blind child #mafia! chain #modern au

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Pretty Handsome Awkward (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Smut)

If you wanted to get your hands on some bud at Hawkins, you had a couple of options to go to.

There was Reefer Rick, of course - your general sleazy twenty something with a shitty day job and a shittier car. There was Margot Roser - a junior who was really into art classes and had glasses thicker than a car windshield. A couple of the jocks would sell if they were short on cash, but by far the safest and best priced option was Eddie Munson - your dealer of choice.

Unlike Rick, he never made you feel uncomfortable. Unlike Margot, he had never judged your for buying. And unlike the jocks, he was actually friendly, occasionally waving to you in the hallways or saying hi in class. Definitely the best option out of the few available.

He made you look forward to buying your weed for more than one reason. It was always good to have weed (especially on a Friday before a long weekend, like today), and it was always good to see Eddie.

You flipped your notebook closed as the clock above the board hit three, and the bell sounded through the halls, signaling the end of the day. You rose from your seat, sliding your book back into your bag and joining the flow of your classmates leaving the room, spreading out into the hallways to their respective lockers.

You made your way to your locker, putting in the combination and opening the door, taking out the rest of the books you would need to bring home with you. Of course, you had no plans to touch any of them until Monday night, but it was good to be prepared.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You responded automatically, recognizing Becca’s voice without having to turn and look at her.

“Doing anything tonight?” She asked. “Me and a few other girls were going to go see that new horror flick if you wanted to come. I could pick you up.”

“Depends on when it is.” You said. “Cuz I’ve got tutoring after school, so…” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to just put and say you were going to a drug deal after school.

“Oh right…” Becca said. “We we’re going to go around four, but you’ll probably still be in tutoring huh?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, feigning disappointment. Sure, you would have liked to go to the movies with Becca, but you wouldn’t miss your weekly weed deal with Eddie for the world. “Definitely next time.”

“Yeah, next time.” Becca said. “I guess I’ll see you this weekend sometime then.”

“Totally.” You said, closing your locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Call me when you want to make plans.”

“I will!” Becca said, heading off towards the doors that lead to the bud circle. “See you!”

“Bye!” You said, turning to head the opposite direction, towards the back of the school.

The walk to the secret little picnic table where you met Eddie wasn’t long - you traveled the halls until you reached the double doors next to the gym, and then it was a simple trek down the hill and into the woods behind the school. You had walked the path enough that it was familiar.

Eddie was already waiting for you as you approached the table. Catching sight of you, he smiled. “Fancy running into you here, huh.”

“Come here often?” You returned, letting your bag slide off your shoulder and sitting on the bench across the table from him, returning the smile.

Just seeing Eddie was enough to make your mood lift. His goofy smile, his big brown eyes, the frizzy hair that he played with often - it was safe to say that you had always had a little crush on him. It was a small thing - the sort of crush that one might develop on a stranger on the street. But it was still there, sending little butterflies through your stomach every time you sat down to buy weed from him.

“Same amount as usual?” Eddie asked, popping open the black tin box he constantly carried with him.

“Yup.” You said. You never bought more than enough to get you through a week - both to keep your use under control and as an excuse to see Eddie at least weekly. Plus, it was kinder to your wallet.

Eddie popped open his box and you dug your wallet out of your pocket, opening the clasp to sift through the bills. You pulled out two twenties, laying them on the table and looking for the extra ten you needed to finish paying. But all you found was two singles.

Eddie slid a little bag over to you and scooped up the money in the same fluid motion. “I’m missing ten, sweetheart.”

“I can give you two.” You said, shooting Eddie your sweetest smile.

“Wow.” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“I’m sorry!” You said. “I thought I had enough but I guess I must have spent it on something else! I get paid next Friday, so I can give it to you then-“

“This is unprecedented.” Eddie said, grinning at you. “You always have the money.”

“Can’t I get a discount or put it on credit or something?” You asked.

Eddie paused, thinking. “Well, you are one of my most loyal customers…”

“I would argue the most loyal.” You said.

“Tell you what.” Eddie said, folding his arms on the table. “I’ll let you have the stuff-“

“Sweet!”

“- on the condition that we smoke the ten you can’t pay for right now.” He finished.

It wasn’t an awful proposition- you’d still be getting your weed, you’d just have to share some. And it was Eddie. While you’d never smoked with him before, you couldn’t imagine that he’d be bad company.

“I’ll take that.” You said.

Eddie grinned. “Awesome.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” The words slipped out of your mouth as you thought them, no regard for how they would be received. You were too high to care.

Eddie exhaled smoke into the air, sprawled out on the table. “Tell me.”

You leaned back in your seat, resting your back against the edge of the table and your head on Eddie’s stomach. Giggling, you spat it out. “I have a mini crush on you.”

Eddie sat up slightly. “What for real?”

“Yeah for real.” You said, sitting up to look at him. “You’re like, cute. And nice to me. And you sell me weed for cheap.”

“Yeah, but all that doesn’t mean you have a crush on me.” He said.

“Pretty sure it does.” You said. “Cuz I definitely have a crush on you.”

A moment passed, and you stole the joint back from Eddie, taking a hit and exhaling it up into the branches of the trees above you. You weren’t really expecting him to say anything about it, but you just figured he should know. Seemed like the polite thing to do.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” You said.

“I kind of have a little crush on you too.” He admitted slowly, watching your face.

“That’s crazy.” You said, grinning. “We both have crushes on each other.”

“Pretty weird.” Eddie agreed, shifting on the table to slide off and plop down onto the bench next to you. The smile on his face stretched from ear to ear. “How is this the first time we’re smoking together?”

“Dunno.” You said, taking another hit. “I guess it just never happened.”

Eddie leaned closer, stealing the joint from your hand and putting it between his own lips. “Shame. We could have been doing this every week.”

“Well, we’re doing it now.” You said.

“Yeah.” Eddie placed a hand on your thigh. “C’mere.”

You leaned closer to him, letting him place his other hand under your jaw and guide your lips together. It was only a moment before he was breathing smoke into your mouth, letting you steal the hit. You held it for a moment before leaning back, exhaling with wide eyes.

“That was hot.” You said.

Eddie swallowed, his eyes stuck to your lips. “You wanna do it again without the smoke?”

“Yeah.” You said, voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie crushed your lips together, kissing you. You met his energy, deepening the kiss almost immediately. Between the pleasant buzz of the weed and the fact that it was him kissing you, you felt like you were floating.

Eddie groaned low in his throat, hands falling to the small of your back and pulling you halfway into his lap. You finished the job, swinging your leg over to straddle him.

“God.” Eddie said, breaking the kiss to tip his head back slightly and look you in the eye. “You’re like… really pretty. And sitting on my lap. And we just kissed. This is crazy.”

You giggled, leaning forward to sling your arms around his neck. “Yeah.” You agreed. You were sitting on Eddie Munsons lap, having just kissed him.

Your thoughts were broken when Eddie started mouthing at your neck, leaving wet kisses under your ear and trailing down to your collarbone. You let out a shaky breath, tipping your head back. “Fuck.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. “You wanna?”

You giggled, looking back at him. “I don’t have a condom or anything. And we’re in the middle of the woods. At school.”

Eddie wriggled under you, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet, flipping it open and sliding out a condom. “Gotcha covered babe.”

“We’ll in that case…” You wiggled on Eddie’s lap, beginning to grind against his crotch.

Eddie hummed low in his throat, eyes dropping to half mast as he watched you work yourself over his jeans. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, dick beginning to poke at the denim covering it. It hadn’t even taken a full minute for him to get hard.

“You’re so hot.” Eddie said, winding a hand behind your neck to pull you back down to him, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. You let him, stopping your grinding to focus on kissing him.

“So are you.” You said. You could feel your heartbeat between your legs - a surefire sign that you were violently turned on. You weren’t surprised though - it was Eddie, after all. You ran your hands through his hair, playing with the curls. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“You could have just asked.” Eddie said, tipping his head so that his hair cascaded down his shoulders, letting you play with the waves.

“Would’ve been weird before.” You said, beginning to grind again.

Eddie stopped you with a hand on your hip, the other working at the button of your pants. “Help me out here, would ya?”

“Sure thing.” You said, getting up from where you were straddling him to easily shuck your pants off, leaving them on the table. You watched as Eddie’s eyes skipped down your legs and he sucked in a breath. “You too.”

“Yeah, okay.” Eddie said, getting up to slide out of his jeans, tossing them where you had put yours. His hard on was even more evident now that he was just in his boxers, dick making a tent in the fabric.

Placing a hand on your hip, Eddie sat back down, pulling you back down to straddle him. “This can’t be a one time thing.”

“Definitely not.” You said, getting back to business pulling the top of Eddie’s boxers down to free his dick. Taking a hand, you wet it with your mouth before wrapping it around him, stroking slowly.

Eddie breathed out a sigh, tipping his head back for a moment. “Fuck.”

You hummed low in your throat, enjoying watching his reaction. He was so pliant like this, almost putty in your hands.

Not all the way though. Eddie snaked a hand into your underwear, feeling around. Even just the exploratory touches made your blood thrum, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. Maybe it was the weed, but you felt extra sensitive. Or maybe it was just the effect Eddie had.

“Shit.” Eddie said, beginning to really stroke. He didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing.

“What?” You breathed, leaning forward to mouth at his neck.

“You’re like, really turned on.” He said. “It’s hot. When you said you had a crush on me I didn’t really believe you but like, shit, I’m feeling it.”

“So are you.” You said, stroking him a little faster. Eddie keened at the motion, thighs shaking a little.

“Fuck,” He breathed. “Fuck fuck fuck- you gotta stop or I’m gonna bust.”

You slowed to a stop until you were just holding his dick. “Isn’t that the point?”

“I don’t wanna be done.” Eddie said, reaching for the condom he’d pulled from his wallet. “I haven’t got to fuck you yet.”

It was your turn to bite back a groan as Eddie began to finger you, stretching you open in preparation. He leaned forward, attaching his teeth to your neck and sucking a patch of skin into his mouth. You sighed shakily, the feeling making you clench around his fingers.

“God you’re so hot.” Eddie said, lips moving against the bruise he’d just sucked into your neck. “You’re so beautiful, and nice and it’s crazy that you even talk to me-“

“God shut up.” You groaned, fucking yourself back against Eddie’s fingers. “Of course I talk to you idiot, you’re one of my favorite people ever.”

Eddie just about whimpered at that, sliding another finger into, really stretching you open now. You could feel his dick jump against your thigh, a reminder of just how badly you wanted him.

Leaning close to his ear, you whispered, “Please fuck me Eddie.”

Eddie pulled his finger from you then, reaching for the condom he’d pulled earlier and tearing open the foil. In one fluid movement, he rolled it onto his dick, stroking a few times.

You raised yourself up onto your knees more, one hand going to wrap around Eddie’s dick again, lining him up. You sunk down slowly, feeling him stretch out your insides to fit. You groaned in unison at the feeling.

“God.” Eddie said. “Holy shit. Fuck.”

“Gonna last?” You asked, beginning to rock your hips against his gently.

“Maybe not.” Eddie said honestly. “You feel really fucking good.”

“Better fuck me while you can then.” You said.

Eddie groaned again, arms wrapping around your waist as he began to buck up into you, eyes falling shut and mouth falling open. You breathed in sharply, savoring the stretch of your hole around him and the feeling of him bottoming out inside you, reaching far inside.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You said, head falling against his collarbone.

Eddie just whimpered, keeping a steady tempo. Between the weed in your system and the fact that it was him, you could feel the pleasure growing as he continued, pooling in your gut and causing you to begin to clench down.

“Mmm not gonna last.” Eddie gritted out.

“It’s okay- oh!”

Eddie ran a hand down your front, beginning to rub and stroke in tandem with his thrusts, coaxing the pleasure out faster and more intensely. Maybe you weren’t going to last long either…

“Shit.” Eddie panted, somehow fucking into you harder, borderline slamming into you. It was the change in speed that tipped you over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came. It didn’t take him long to follow you over the edge, fucking into you a handful of times before you felt him twitch and still.

For a moment, you both sat there in silence, still connected at the groin. It was Eddie who spoke first.

“That was really good.”

“Agreed.” You said, getting back up on your knees so Eddie could slide out. He pulled the condom off, tying the end and setting it aside.

“So.” He said, looking up at you.

“So.” You repeated.

“We should hang out this weekend.” He said. “Maybe we could go to dinner or something.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Eddie returned your grin, sheepish. “Maybe?”

You pretended to ponder before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Yes.”

“Wait, really?”

“Of course, Eddie.”

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