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YOUR DRABBLES GIVE ME LIFE AHAGDJSH if you ever write about virgin gojo somehow being really good even on his first time i might lose it !!!!!!!

THANK YEEWWW NONNIE<3333

virgin gojo is very special to me i will HAPPILY expand on this idea, ty sm for the ask~

contains: fem reader, dirty talk<3, virgin!gojo, established relationship, choking, size kink if you squint, two seconds of plot for context

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before getting into a relationship with gojo you thought he was arrogant, albeit for good reason but he was always so confident and snarky, it drove you insane

the way he would flirt with the cashier at the coffee shop when he took his students out for a break, never failing to fluster them

you’ve seen the way he teases his opponents and coworkers alike

there’s no way that a man with no sexual experience who speaks like he’s trying to seduce you constantly, has never got his dick wet

even hearing yaga say something about how he wears his glasses when he meets with women, so of course you thought he had some experience under his belt (literally)

so it’s safe to say you were a little shocked when you were straddling gojos hips, steadily rocking back and forth on his growing bulge, reaching between the two of you for his belt when one of his hands left your hip and gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks mumbling against your lips “slow down baby, never done this before”

it’s not like he consciously tried to stay a virgin for most of his life,

being the strongest he doesn’t exactly have time to relax all that often, so before he knew it he was twenty seven and still, had never had sex

you two have been together for a couple months, you’ve had your fair share of partners, but working at jujutsu tech yourself, you and gojo didn’t have a ton of private time for things like this

sure he’s pulled you into a janitors closet once or twice to slide his knee between your legs and sloppily make out with you till you lost your breath (only adding to the illusion that he’s done this before)

coming to the realization one day that you two haven’t gone much further than that, and wanting to feel closer to him you invited him over to your place after work,

so here you currently were

pulling back from kissing him you looked into his crystalline eyes with an unreadable expression, the gears turning in your mind

memories of him saying sentences straight out of porn when he was kissing you, the way he always knew the spots on your body to caress to make you melt into him

and what did he just say? 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦???

“did i break you baby? heh, sorry i never told you it’s a little embarrassing” he looks away for a second, rubbing his big hand over the back of his head before placing both hands back on your hips, caressing the skin there, “jus saw were things are headin n thought i would let you know.”

this didn’t make any sense to you, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it but you had to say something, “that’s- but you’re- you- how-“ okay, not exactly what you wanted to say but it made him giggle

“‘s that a problem princess?,” caressing your legs up up up, sliding his lithe fingers under the hem of your shirt and teasing the soft skin of your tummy, he snapped you out of your daze,

“sorry, ‘s not a problem, really satoru, jus had my own assumptions about you, but this doesn’t make me want you any less” you succeeded in forming a coherent sentence, squirming and squeezing around his legs as he stimulates your body, “good to hear baby, ur gonna have to show me what to do right? how to fuck you n make you feel good?,” his teasing voice returns

it was the truth, gojo being a virgin weirdly make you feel hotter, being the first one the worlds strongest sourcerer will be inside of filled you with a sense of pride, “jus sit back baby, let me do all the work.” a wave of confidence filled your chest and he returns his own sinister looking smile

“𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬” you said. so how did you end up here? currently face down, ass up with gojo’s girthy cock splitting you in two as he gives you the most devious backshots, his long middle and index fingers rubbing your own juices all over your clit, adding to the already intense stimulation you were feeling

“fu-ck ‘s-toru-uuu” words getting cut in half as he gives you deep, heavy thrusts, “cant believe ive been missing out on 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴” he punctuates with a hard thrust, knocking the wind out of your chest

“though you d-didnt kn-ow what to d-ooo,” you were trying and failing to speak in an intelligible way, “am i doin a good job?,” he giggles, biting his lip at he looks down at the thick ring of cum you’re leaving at the base of his cock

“so good ‘toru, fuckin me s-so so good.” you turned your head to look at him to the best of your ability, feeling slight better as his words might’ve seen composed but his face and chest were flushed the prettiest shade of red, his chest heaving like he just ran a marathon

“yeah? fuckin ur pussy that good? tell me more baby, tell me how good ‘m makin you feel,” not suprised gojos love of praise transferred into the bedroom, you indulged him

“dick ‘s so big toru,” you cried out, “feel you in my tummy,” your jaw dropped as his cockhead kissed your cervix, making your eyes roll back in your head

“fucckkk,” he clenched his teeth together, leaning over you and pressing his sweaty chest to your back, reaching his big palm for your face as he crashes your lips together, a kiss full of need

how the fuck was he a virgin? no one has ever gotten you this close, this fast

he pushes his tongue into your mouth, fingers spelling his name messily on your clit, cock fucking your gspot like he has a personal vendetta against you

“‘m gunna cum pretty, u close? huh? tell me ur close, gotta feel you cum on me first.” his filthy words has the coil in ur belly tightening steadily, “wan u to choke me ‘toru please.” you manage to get out, right on the edge of your orgasm

“i got you baby,” he wraps his massive hand over your throat, almost completely enveloping it, and he squeezes at the perfect strength, coil in ur tummy snapping as your pussy pulses and swueezed round his pretty cock

“oh god, he pulls back from the kiss and whines, thrusts becoming erratic, loosing his pace, “squeezin so tight, haaa-“ his jaw is completely slack, eyes screwed shut before his orgasm follows, right behind you

“yesss give it to me toru,” you smile against his slack jaw, and he’s never sounded as pretty as he does right now, cumming so hard, fucking his come as deep as he can into you, some spilling out around his dick as his large figure collapses onto your back

“toru…ur fuckin heavy.” strength in your arms completely gone as you try and fail to wiggle him off you, realizing that the strength in the rest of your body has completely abandoned you as well

“js… jus- gimmie a second, please,” all teasing in his voice completely gone, he’s still inside you and you feel his cock twitch every so often as his breath hitches against your neck

you let his weight press down on you for a couple seconds, letting him regain his own strength

“never cum that hard in my life, think i just died for a second.” he says, lifting himself off of you and sliding his softening cock covered in your combined cum, out of you

you wince at how sensitive you are, groaning as he wipes you down with his discarded shirt, “sorry heh, got a little carried away,” he giggles at your protests

coming up on your side and wrapping his arms around your figure, burring his face into your neck, peppering kisses there

“soo,” he purses his lips, lifting his head a bit to get a good view of your face, “any feedback?”

“cant feel my body, you virgin freak.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around the ones encasing yourself, “how did you just fuck me an inch from my life and you’ve really never had sex before??” you ask your boyfriend in disbelief

“porn :p” he cheeses into ur neck

“i’m gonna forget you said that.”

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lauraneedstochill · 1 year

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Make a move

summary: you think Aemond is too arrogant to woo you, but he's got some tricks up his sleeve. pairing: Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader words: ~ 6000 warnings: a bit of bickering and teasing, it gets slightly heated (Aemond has a praise kink, but I doubt anyone is surprised), mostly it's just silly fluff

author's note: this was inspired by "Crazy, stupid, love", particularly the scene where Emma kisses Ryan (one of my favorite on-screen kisses!) and everything that follows. I recently rewatched the movie and had an idea for this story. it's not smth I would usually write, but I couldn't get it out of my head (also, I may or may not have a thing for men's hands... you've been warned)

> English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes

You keep mindlessly tapping your fingers on the wooden table, your cup of wine untouched. You don't really notice the movement, too wrapped up in your thoughts, until your friend Margaret sneers.

"If you don't stop, I might bite your hand off," she says, sitting across the table.

"Then I'll use the other one," you huff but pause your fidgeting. "Better bite my head off, it will do us both more good."

"But I like your head very much," she pouts. "Is this about Thomas again?"

You groan, hiding your face in your hands and thinking back to the conversation you had earlier today with said man. Your emotions are a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as you can't stop thinking about his words.

"He said the meeting will be of great importance. What if he...? You know," you mutter, and Margaret huffs.

"I hope he won't."

"Hey, you are supposed to be my friend!" you playfully pinch her hand, and she fakes a gasp.

"I am your friend. And as your friend, I think you deserve way more than that sad excuse of a man," her face gets serious for a second, and you feel your smile waver.

"Mar, you know I don't have much of a choice," you breathe out, and your heart sinks at the thought. "He isn't that bad, really. He's always been kind to me."

"Sounds like every girl's dream," she rolls her eyes. "And you want to settle down for a kind man? Nothing else?"

"What do you think my options are? Please, enlighten me since I'm clearly missing something," you cross your arms on your chest. You know she's right and she means good, but your frustration gets the best of you.

Luckily, Margaret catches it and gives you a sympathetic smile.

"All I'm saying is that for as long as I can remember you've always dreamt of something more," she extends her hand across the table and lightly squeezes yours. "We've been friends since we were little kids, and you are the most loving person out of everyone I know. Should I remind you who taught me how to dance? Protected me against my idiot brothers?" you giggle at the memory. "You've got an adventurous spirit and a heart of gold. You deserve an epic love story," there's a hint of sadness in her voice.

For a minute you sink into your thoughts again.

"And you think Thomas is not the one?" you sigh.

"He's epically boring at best," Margaret takes a sip out of her cup. "I know he's not the one — and you do, too."

"My parents approve of him," you try to argue, but she's quick to object.

"They only care about your approval. And they mistakenly took your lack of protest for it," Margaret gives you a gloomy look.

"You are aware that I can't wait forever, right? I'm not getting any younger."

"Nor smarter," she snickers.

"Not everyone is lucky to meet the love of their life at the age of 12," you frown. Margaret and Jamie got married three years ago, but they have been betrothed for seven prior to that.

"Fair," she beams, and you can't stay irritated for long. They are still ridiculously in love with each other, and you are really happy for her. You just wish to feel that, too. You crave that indescribable feeling of longing and wanting and caring for someone else — and being loved just as much in return.

"Maybe the concept of love is overrated," you ramble. "It was easy to believe in when I was a kid but... As I'm growing older, it's getting harder to cling to hope, I guess. And I'm trying to make an effort and meet new people and... to show just enough character to not scare them away," you quote your mother. "Yet all of them just... Make me feel nothing. At all. And I...," you realize that Margaret isn't listening, her gaze is on something else behind your back. "Hey, I'm pouring out my heart of gold," you hiss, and her sight shifts to you. Before you can question her behavior, she informs:

"Someone's been keeping an eye on you."

"Margaret, I'm trying to have a serious conversation about my future," you fight the urge to turn around.

"Maybe this is your future!" she winks, and you grunt at her silliness.

"We are in a tavern out of all places! I'd rather take a kind man as my betrothed than a drunk one," you're about to scold her, but your friend's eyes go wide.

"His hair," her voice is barely above the whisper. "I can make out the strands of silver," Margaret slightly leans towards you. "You know what that means?"

"That you had too much wine? Maybe we should call it a night," you suggest, but your friend protests.

"Sit down!" she shushes. "He's coming over here," Margaret puts on a smile that looks painfully forged. The never-ending chattering of people around you makes your head hurt, and you're too tired to play along.

"Mar, it's been a long day, and the last thing I want is to waste my time entertaining some man's arrogance and...," you don't get to finish because he interrupts your train of thought.

"What if a man entertains you?" his voice is low and cocky. You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. You don't want to make a scene in a public place so you pull yourself together, thinking that you can talk your way out of this ridiculous situation.

But when you turn to him, your eyes meeting his, your plan is suddenly forgotten.

He's taller than you, a black cloak covering most of his body and his head, so your attention is naturally drawn to his face. He wears an eyepatch, and you look over his sharp features — his prominent nose, high cheekbones that flow down to the curved contour of lips, plump and alluring. Margaret was right about the hair, but she failed to mention the color of his eye. Taking that into account, it's not hard to guess that he's a Targaryen. Which means that he definitely is arrogant.

Well, two can play that game.

You ignore his question and pointedly don't stand up in his presence:

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I believe the pleasure is all mine," he's only looking at you.

"We've just met, you should not jump to conclusions," you feel Margaret kicking your leg under the table but dismiss her warning.

"Sharp tongue," he notes.

"Will this be a problem?" you challenge him.

"On the contrary," it sounds like he's actually enjoying it.

It's tricky to read his intentions. But when his gaze is concentrated on you, it makes you feel like there's no one else in the room, and that sensation is thrilling.

"What brings you here, if I may ask?" you press, trying to ignore the unknown feeling creeping up on you.

"It's a nice tavern, wouldn't you say so? Since you are here, too."

"No, I mean what brings you to our table. There are plenty of others you could've graced with your presence".

"Something must've caught my eye," he says, and you see a glint of a smile on his lips.

"Some thing? Well, the interior isn't very eye-catching if you ask me. But we might have to disagree on that."

"You aren't very agreeable, it seems."

"That's what servants are for, and I'm not one," you're being defiant yet it doesn't bother him.

"Please, do tell me more about yourself," he swiftly pulls up a nearby chair and sits right next to you, his eye never leaving your face.

"Should you pull another one? For your ego, since it takes quite a lot of space."

He squints at your words, and the corners of his mouth turn into a grin.

"I think we have that in common," he bites back, but there's no anger in his voice. If anything, the man looks curious, and you have to admit that you don't take offense at his wit.

"Are there any other far-reaching conclusions that you managed to come up to?" you turn your body to him, so now you two are opposite each other.

"I only got here a few minutes ago. But I am a great observer should you give me a little more time."

"Am I supposed to take your word for it? You are not as convincing as you think," you impugn, so he pauses briefly.

"You don't trust people easily, do you? How's that for an observation," his voice gets quiet, but his gaze is piercing.

"Men," you correct him. "I don't trust men."

"Any of them dared to break your trust?" he gets a little closer, and you instinctively gravitate toward him.

"That would've required them to gain my trust first," you retort.

"And what would it take for me to do so?"

"Do you expect me to make it easy? That's not very observant of you," your grin matches his own.

"Nothing good comes easy," he murmurs, and you involuntarily lay your eyes on his lips. "But I expect it to be worth it."

You feel a pull toward him, something that's hard to describe but oh so natural to give into. His confidence isn't intimidating but rather attractive, and you can't help but notice how his gaze warms up your whole body. He makes you feel wanted without even doing anything.

But then you think of Thomas. Of the upcoming meeting and your future that depends on it. And you know you can't throw it all away for some silly conversation with a self-confident stranger. No matter how enjoyable it seems to be.

You bite your lip and look away from him.

"That's enough entertainment for today," you put some distance between you two. When you give him a quick glance, you catch a shadow of disappointment on his face.

"Didn't take you for a quitter," the blond comments.

"You should manage your expectations."

"Maybe I should manage yours," he has some nerve.

"That would be very time-consuming," you suddenly realize that he's sitting in your way, and it looks like he isn't going to move.

"Are you in a rush?"

"I am" — "She isn't," you and Margaret say at the same time. You feel your cheeks heating up as you give her a death stare.

"Has anyone told you that you look charming when you are embarrassed?" he remarks, and you want to wipe the smirk off his face. Preferably with your lips. You mentally scold yourself and push that thought away.

"Does this usually work for you?" you get up, thinking of a way out.

"You tell me," he leans back on his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly aware that he's blocking your exit.

"Cornering women in taverns is your way of flirting?" you think how to distract him, but nothing springs to mind. "And then what, you just drag them into your man cave?"

"They come voluntarily," it looks like your words struck a chord, but he keeps up the facade of indifference. "I happen to live nearby," he notes casually.

"We both know that's not exactly true," you scoff with a tilt of your head. You are positive that the walk to the castle will take at least thirty minutes.

"Want to bet?" he sits up straight.

"And what do I get out of this?"

He looks you up and down before answering:

"Me."

He's pushing his luck at this point.

You glance around and take note that the tavern is packed with people, and no one is paying attention to you. You also realize that Margaret already sneaked out and is standing at the door. She raises an eyebrow with a silent question, as if asking what are you going to do.

That's when you decide you can push some boundaries, too.

Your eyes are back on the man in front of you. Without giving it a second thought, you step closer to him.

"Was that supposed to make me weak in the knees?" you whisper, and his face expression melts into an amused one. Seizing the moment, you yank your dress up and throw a leg over him. He immediately looks down at the exposed skin of your thigh, his mouth is slightly agape as he's now sitting between your legs. You see him tensing up, his fingers clenching into fists as if he's fighting the urge to put his hands on you. You think that if he does, you're not going anywhere. You wouldn't want to go anywhere — the realization makes you tremble, and you know that you don't have much time.

You boldly place your hand on his shoulder, pressing him back onto the chair.

"I hate to break it to you, but you are not that impressive," you say, throwing your other leg over him and successfully moving away.

When you get to the door, the look on Margaret's face is priceless. You grab her by the arm and drag her outside in a hurry, merging into the crowd of passers-by.

"I need you to explain what the h...," she starts, but you interrupt her.

"Please, don't," you snarl. "Don't say anything, just give me five minutes."

You can't even explain to yourself what happened back there and why you did that. You think of his gaze roaming over your body, the depth of his voice and the curves of his lips. You tell yourself that you need to get him out of your head as soon as possible. You fail miserably.

One week later, you're dining with Thomas at his house, and yet your mind wanders back to the arrogant one-eyed man. Aemond, as you've learned — and it wasn't that you wanted to, but fate had other plans.

And by fate, you mean Margaret.

Once her five minutes were up, she couldn't stop talking. By the time you came home, you got his whole backstory — the second-born son of the King, has two brothers and two sisters, rides the biggest dragon in the world. Overly confident, stubborn, wears an eyepatch because he doesn't want to scare the ladies of the court. Usually doesn't talk much.

Unlike Thomas who gathered his whole family and can't stop blabbing. You struggle to participate in their conversation, giving polite smiles left and right. You don't know what to expect of the evening, and it makes you nervous. And not in a good way. All of a sudden the possibility of marrying Thomas doesn't seem to be the best.

From the corner of your eye, you catch him standing up, clearly readying himself for a speech. He has a manner of pursing his lips every time he's agitated, and it looks weird. That's also how it felt when he kissed you, which is probably the reason you haven't done much kissing after that. You wonder what it's like to kiss Aemond. Just thinking of it makes your heart rate speed up, and you nervously gulp half a cup of wine.

"I gathered all of you today to make an important announcement," he starts his pompous monologue, "that may not come as a surprise to some of you."

You cautiously look at the door.

"But, as of recently, I received inspiration to change the course of my life. And I decided to devote myself to the service of Gods".

You nearly choke on your drink. In all the years you've known Thomas, he's never been to a chapel once.

"And I wanted to grant you this privilege to be the first ones to know."

You've got to be kidding me. You wait for any other announcements — literally anything else — but Thomas goes back to chattering, also accepting pointless congratulations. It takes you ten painfully long minutes to get a chance to talk to him alone.

"May I have a word?" you inquire, and the two of you move to the far end of the room.

"It's about your speech," you clarify. "It might sound silly, but I thought that you were planning... Um," you're trying to formulate your concerns. "I was wondering, how would you describe our relationship? Or the prospect of it, I should say," you give him a tight smile.

"Oh," his face pales slightly.

Your facial expression mirrors his. "Oh"?

"I am actually glad you asked," he awkwardly takes your hands in his, and you notice how sweaty his palms are.

"You know, Y/N, you've been a great companion of mine," his voice is as weak as his smile. "And I am forever grateful for those moments that we shared as they only brought me joy," his hands feel like jelly, and you don't want to hold them. Like, ever.

"But now that I'm choosing to follow my destiny," you do your best to suppress a chuckle at his dramatic phrasing. "I decided that... I need some time to figure out how I feel. About us."

You look at him, dumbfounded, his words sinking in.

"You need... some time?" you drawl, feeling an emotion bubbling up in your chest. You are not sure what it is. "You? Need to think about us?" you repeat, and he nods, his brows furrowed at your reaction.

There's a moment of silence, and then you hear yourself laughing. You can't control it as you're overcome with emotion, your laughter only growing stronger, to the point of you tearing up a bit. The emotion is relief. There's no way you'll ever marry this man.

"I am the one who should be glad, Thomas," you shake his hand while he seems wildly perplexed, all of his guests staring at you. "Thank you for your honesty, really. I hope you will be successful in all your endeavors, marriage included."

He opens his mouth to say something, but you already turned around.

"Y/N? Where are you going?!"

You stop for a second, your thoughts rushing back to the conversation with Margaret. To that evening in the tavern.

"I have a meeting, it's of great importance," you say and quicken your pace. You reach the tavern when it's already getting dark, the weather is cloudy, and your coat is wet in the light drizzle. You walk in a daze as you're torn between being excited and anxious. There is a chance that Aemond won't be there. That he doesn't remember you. That he's with someone else. That he had a change of heart. That he...

You spot him almost immediately after you walk in.

Coincidentally or not, he's sitting at the exact same table you were at the first time you met. You stay still as his eye absentmindedly wanders around the room and then lands on you. Aemond stands up — way too quickly — and you see a well-known grin growing on his face. Your eyes dart to his lips, and the question pops up in your head again.

You feel the pull — and before you can think, your body follows it.

He keeps his gaze on you, his brows rising at the speed of your approach. You cover the distance in a heartbeat, your hands reaching his face, and he slightly flinches, probably because your fingers are cold from being outside. And then you stand on your tiptoes and crash your lips onto his without any hesitation.

He gasps, surprised and frozen for a moment. It takes just a couple of seconds for him to melt into the kiss, and his hands are instantly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Aemond's lips are way softer than you anticipated — and it's the only thing on your mind. His mouth on yours, warm and exploring, the slow pacing of the kiss that leaves you lightheaded and yearning for more.

He presses your body into his, lifting you up with ease, and your feet leave the ground. You tug his hood further down so it covers most of your face, too, and then you slide your thumb up the sharp line of his jaw. His tongue runs over your lower lip, and you feel a wave of heat rising in your stomach.

You pull away before you can take it too far.

"You remember me?" you ask him, panting.

He hums, his eye focused on your lips.

"Still believe that nothing good comes easy?" you mimic his words, but he ignores your jesting.

"Definitely," Aemond looks you in the eyes, keeping his hands on your waist.

"Is the bet still on?"

"Yes," the corners of his mouth curl.

"Lead the way, then." By the time you reach the castle, the rain is pouring in full force, and your clothes are drenched. The two of you rush through the streets, your hands intertwined, and it feels like it only takes about ten minutes before you sneak into his chambers, both out of breath and giggling.

Only when you take a look around the unfamiliar settings, it suddenly dawns on you that you are all alone with a man you barely know, and your bravery starts fading away.

Whether Aemond notices the change in your mood or not, you can't tell, but he respectfully keeps his distance.

"You need to get out of these," he points at your coat and dress. "They're soaking wet."

"Is this your way of trying to get me naked?" you eye him suspiciously, making Aemond scoff.

"I just don't want you to catch a cold," he honestly states. "I'll fetch you a shirt of mine." Sensing your doubts, he adds: "Don't worry, it's long enough."

He brings you the shirt and politely turns away, going to the other end of the room to light the fireplace. On his way there, he removes the cloak and the jacket, his upper body only covered by the same piece of clothing he gave you. You watch him carefully, noting the movement of his back muscles as he bends down.

The sparkling glow of fire brings you back to reality, and you hastily remove your clothes, leaving the undergarments on, which are luckily dry. You put on his shirt, and it barely reaches your knees, but the material feels nice and comfortable. While Aemond is still busy with the fire, you glance over his room.

It's spacious and simply furnished, and your attention is drawn to a couple of shelves nearby. You look at the tightly packed rows of books, some of the hardcovers are worn out from old age. You catch the familiar naming and pull one of them out, gently flipping through the pages.

"You take interest in philosophy?" his voice startles you. You missed the moment he came back, and when you take your eyes off the book, you see him leaning on the nearest shelf, looking at you inquisitively.

"I do, indeed," you confess. "And I read this one so many times, my own copy pretty much fell apart."

"You can take mine," Aemond offers.

You notice that despite his cockiness, his presence is actually very calming. Everything is easy with him — striking up conversations, making jokes, flirting. Taking his hand in yours, running in the rain. Kissing.

Your heart skips a beat, and you sheepishly move on to another topic:

"Shouldn't you change as well?" you refer to his shirt, but he shakes his head:

"No need."

"Oh, was it the Targaryen's dragon blood that helped you dry up?" you tend to jest when you're nervous, and right now is no exception.

"My cloak is too thick for the water to soak through. But I like your version, too," his lips ripple into a smile.

You can help but smile back: "Thank you for the shirt."

"It looks really good on you," the words smoothly roll off his tongue and ignite the familiar burning deep in your core. He keeps his gaze on your face, your eyes locking for a moment.

You look away first, letting out a timid laugh:

"I must admit, I like this way of flirting better," you place the book back. "But you can cut it short. What's your move?"

"My... move?" Aemond gives you a quizzical look.

"Yes, your big move. Show me," you request eagerly.

"Don't know what you're talking about," he looks down, his aplomb faltering.

"What do you usually do to impress a lady?"

"I don't really need to do anything," Aemond shrugs.

"What a humble individual you are," you chuckle and give him a minute to think.

"So what is it?"

"I just told you...," it seems like he's trying to dodge the topic, which only sparks your curiosity.

"Oh, come on! You guys always have a move. Let me guess, you speak to her in High Valyrian? Men like to talk big," he snorts. "No? Win her over with your...," you gesture at his bookshelves, "...precious collection? Although it's a risky move because what if she's not into reading, that would be awkward" and then it hits you. "Wait, it's the dragon, isn't it? You show her your dragon? Got to make sure it's well-fed, though, otherwise you'll have a date with a roasted —"

"It's my sword," he cuts you off, and you swear you can see him blushing at the confession.

"Um, your sword? Is this a metaphor for someth…"

"Gods, no. I mean the actual sword. The one you grip with your hand and poke people with."

"That description didn't help," you tease, and he groans.

"You know what I mean," Aemond gives you a pointed look, but his face flushed pink, and you can't take him seriously.

"I do, you just look really cute when you are embarrassed," you say cheekily, which makes him huff.

"My apologies. Please elaborate on the sword. How does it work?"

Aemond hesitates but then realizes that you will never let it go, so he gives in:

"I bring my training into the conversation. And then I... show them," he talks with his hands when he's uncomfortable, and you find it endearing.

"And that's it?"

"Pretty much," Aemond nods.

"They watch you train, and that's what does it for the ladies?"

"I don't know why, I never gave it much thought."

"Well, someone should. Can't imagine it ever working on me."

You feel a sudden shift in the air as Aemond slowly looks up at you. You're standing a couple of meters apart, and he's yet to initiate anything, but once again, it only takes a look from him for you to feel a familiar flare-up of the tantalizing desire.

"I'm not going to take you to the training yard in the pouring rain," he concludes.

"But it's not about the place, is it? Must be something about you," now you're the one champing at the bit to see what the fuss is all about.

"I don't have a sword on me."

"Opt for something smaller, I'm sure it will do," you hint at the dagger that you've seen him carry, and wait expectantly for him to agree.

Aemond reluctantly contemplates your suggestion, then sighs and goes to get his dagger which he left next to the cloak.

You wonder if the ladies are attracted to his competitive spirit. If they enjoy the feeling of danger they get at the sight of steel, the cold shine of it, the clang of swords. Or maybe it's the urge to take sides and root for the winner?

And then you see Aemond rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, — and your breath suddenly hitches.

The room is lit by fire, the warmth of it illuminating his skin, casting shadows that frame every muscle of his arms. He takes the dagger in one hand, the movement fast and honed, and your eyes follow it. You notice the scattering of his veins that go down his wrist and into his palm, the blue lines tightening with every swirl. The silver blade catches and reflects the light, but you're focused solely on his flexing muscles.

He's maneuvering the dagger with ease, almost carelessly, yet you know that every motion is well-practiced through years of training. His long fingers grip the hilt, revealing the sharp outline of his knuckles. The steel silently cuts through the air, again and again, but your eyes are glued to his hands. The way they move, the power that he holds in them. The things he can do with them, with his fingers. The way they will feel on your bare skin and in your... You swallow, letting out a shuddered breath.

"Are you weak in the knees yet?" his words bring you out of your trance, and you blink a couple of times, trying to shake the feeling off. Your body is so heated, you're surprised you're not sweating yet.

"Is this the point when the ladies throw themselves at you?" your voice is hoarse, and you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

Aemond stops his movements. You feel your skin tingling with anticipation, waiting for him to finish what he started, but he doesn't budge. For a short while, you're taken aback by the change in his demeanor — and the realization strikes you:

"Wait, how many ladies were here before me?"

"I never said I take them here," he puts the dagger back in its sheath, averting his gaze.

"But you told me that you do your... thing with the sword for them."

"In the training yard, with other people around us, yes."

"So then you just leave them all hot and bothered? Aemond, that is cruel," his actions confuse you, but while you're looking for an explanation, he turns back to you and finally meets your gaze.

"It would've been cruel to lead them on when I feel nothing for them," he reveals, and you discern the raw honesty in his words. And you know exactly what he means. It's the tiresome attempts to find someone who will spark your interest, to spot a connection, all of those efforts leading nowhere and making you feel like you're the one at fault. But you aren't — and he isn't, either.

Aemond looks almost ashamed of letting out something so personal, but you welcome the intimacy of this moment.

"I shall consider myself lucky, then," you say softly.

He gives you that same look that makes you feel like the world around you disappears.

"You are... something else," Aemond mumbles.

You guess that he isn't used to being straightforward about his feelings, nor does he know how to express his affection with words. You really, really want to kiss him again.

The boyish grin reappears on his face:

"Did you mean I left you all hot and bothered?" Aemond narrows his eye.

"I never said that," you smile coyly. "Maybe you should've tried a little harder."

"I happen to have some tricks up my sleeve," he takes a step towards you and, before you can ask for details, you feel his fingers on your ribs as he starts tickling you, and you immediately burst into laughter.

His touches are light, fingers grazing against your clothed skin as he subtly moves you further into the room until your legs bump into his bed. Losing your balance, you fall on it, your back met with the fluffiness of thick blankets. Aemond hovers over you, and you can't stop giggling, trying to wiggle away from his tickles.

Wrapped up in the moment, you make a careless move, your hand brushing up his cheek — and you suddenly see a bright gleam of blue on the right side of his face.

Aemond freezes at the spot, halting his actions, and momentarily flinches away. You are gawking at the sapphire, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He makes a move to fix his eyepatch, but you stop him.

"Don't," you catch his hand mid-air, your grip delicate but firm, and he doesn't fight it. You would've been surprised by your own quick reaction if only your mind wasn't completely occupied with the sight in front of you.

It looks like the gem absorbs all the light in the room, shimmering with various shades of blue. It's cut in a way to imitate a surface of an eye, the sides of the sapphire polished and blending into each other. There's a depth to it, bright sparkles drowning in a color that's close to black, and the spillovers are mesmerizing.

You bring your hand closer to his face, to the area that's been left covered and unloved, and touch the skin with the tip of your finger. He lets you.

"Wow," you breathe out, gently tracing his scar. "This is the most badass thing I've ever seen."

Aemond looks at you in disbelief, his eye fixed on your face, and his lips parted.

"...What?" he manages to ask.

"You look like a pirate. A really badass... sky pirate?" you suggest, and he lets out a light chuckle, still not entirely sure he believes you.

So you shamelessly continue:

"A pirate with his own dragon. The largest one in the Seven Kingdoms as I've heard," you can almost feel him swelling with pride. "He charms the ladies with his fighting skills — and has a gem for an eye? Incredibly irresistible," your index finger circles the area around his sapphire.

He listens attentively, holding his breath.

"A prince who is as good with his sword as he is with his wit, fond of reading and isn't averse to mischief. Any lady of the court would've been fortunate to get a hold of such treasure," you remove the eyepatch and tenderly cradle his face. "Yet I am the one who's been honored to see all of him," you glance from the bright gemstone to his eye and back. "Honestly, it's kind of hard to pick which one I like more...," you're barely able to notice him sharply lower his head, and your words die down.

Without a warning, Aemond covers your lips with his, the intensity of the kiss pulling the air out of your lungs right away. He's been holding back the first time, but he isn't now, and the passion sets you ablaze. His tongue slips into your mouth, easily tangling with yours, and you moan at the contact. Aemond skilfully unbuttons your shirt, and the second his fingers touch your skin, you shiver, the quivering sensation washing over you. His hands slowly slide down your ribcage, tracing the curves of your body, making your back arch, your chest flush against his, your heart pounding. He contours the bend of your hips, then presses his palms there, his touches rough, claiming, burning. You move your fingers up the base of his neck and run them through his hair, and he releases a shaky sigh. Aemond relishes in the feeling of your compliance, the fervor of it, your body being so needy and welcoming, until you are both gasping for air.

"Was that impressive enough?" he rasps, and you look up at him through your lashes, spellbound and breathless. His pupil is dilated, gaze clouded with lust, your noses adjoin.

"Yeah-yes. Yes, very," you utter, at a loss for words.

"Good. Because I'm about to outdo myself," he tightens his grip on your thighs, picking you up and moving into the middle of the bed. Your head barely touches the pillow when his lips are on yours again.

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Can you do a jey uso imagine where you both see who can last the longest without sex plz 🫠?

Seven Days Without Sex...

One Shot!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, masturbation

Summary: Main Event Jey Uso’s words on Gentlemen’s Podcast has him in hot water with his girlfriend. The rules of engagement are laid out as Mia and Jey have a battle of the wills. Can they make it seven days without sex!

Who will give in first, or will they make it seven days without sex. Hope you enjoy your request @mya2real

Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

“So what you sayin’ is you can go seven days no problem without sex,” I said as Jey shrugged his shoulders.

“Hell yea, I can do it easily,” he said as I scoffed at his attitude. “Really, Mr. I’m sending the jet to get you because I can’t spend another night not being inside you,” I mocked as he groaned.

“Fuck, it was true, I couldn’t wait to see yo’ fine ass. Why you bringing up old shit?” he asked as I rolled my eyes. “Jey, it ain’t old shit, it was yesterday!” I said irritated as he laughed.

“Damn sho was, wasn’t it?” he replied as I got up and put on my robe.” I’m going to take a shower,” I huffed as he growled.

“I know you ain’t mad Mia, I didn’t hear yo’ ass complaining yesterday. You packed your shit wit a quickness and got yo’ fine ass on the Jet,” Jey said following me into the bathroom.

“I ain’t mad about that shit, because yo’ ass has caught many red-eye flights before you owned the jet. Don't even get me started on the all-night drives you used to make just to be up in this pussy for a couple minutes or a couple hours,” I said making it known he was just as whipped as me.

“Babe, I never said that I didn’t, you know how we get down. I love that about us,” Jey started as I interrupted him.

“Don’t play wit me Jey, we crave each other. Stop fakin’ the funk like it’s one-sided to stroke your ego when you are doing interviews,” I said turning on the water.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t even remember what I said on that podcast. It’s a men’s deal where they discuss random shit and sex came up. I really don’t even remember what I said that could have made you mad,” Jey said as I frowned at him.

I began mocking Jey response to the host to refresh his memory.

“I know if me and my girl did the seven days without sex challenge I would win because she can’t resist me. I can make the call no matter where I am in the world, and she will get her ass on my personal jet and come handle business. She loves how I dick her down, end quote,” I said making quotations with my fingers as he sighed in frustration.

“What’s wrong wit what I said? It’s true, men would kill for that shit and I can’t help but feel lucky, that you down for ya boy dat way,” he said as I threw up my hands it frustration, he wasn’t understanding.

“I actually ain’t mad about that, what irritates me is how you only told one side of the story and didn’t disclose how you do the same for me.

“Mia, I thought that it explained itself, I didn’t mean no harm baby,” Jey said as I saw him smirking.

"I’m not mad, I just think it would be fun for us to do the seven-day challenge to actually see who cracks first,” I said as his smirk finally left his face.

“Uh, I don’t know about that. Come on Mia, we got a week before you go home. Do we really want to play this game for seven days,” Jey said as it was my time to smirk.

“Oh, I wanna play, I really think it would do us good to see who can last the longest without sex,” I said as I heard him grumble.

“Fuck, you are really serious?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “What are the rules of engagement?” he asked as I smiled at his uneasiness.

I can tell this was going to be fun teasing him these next couple of days to lose control.

“It’s easy, no sex, no oral, no kissing, but masturbation is allowed,” I said shrugging my shoulders as I saw Jey’s arm twitch.

“So, I can’t even kiss you, come on, that ain’t fair. You know it’s somethin’ bout dem kisses,” Jey said as I slowly walked up to him dropping my robe as he groaned.

“You are so evil, but I love yo’ ass,” he whispered as I smiled slightly biting my lip.

“You could end all this baby, all you got do is take me,” I whispered seeing him lick his lips as I slowly turned and walked into the shower.

Yea, let the games begin.

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Survivor Series,

Allstate Arena, Chicago, IL

Day one

Early this morning we flew out for Survivor Series but thankfully Jey's bus was delivered to the building today so we wouldn't have to fly back.

I love how he is investing his money to take some one stress off of himself.

The other good news is after tonight we’re going back to Jey’s house in Atlanta. Raw is scheduled to take place in Atlanta so we will have three days of alone time and l I can’t wait.

I have to put this plan into action quick because I go back to Pensacola in six days. There is no way I’m leaving here without being properly dicked down correctly, especially knowing they are about to do a UK tour.

Looking over this fly outfit Sandra put together for me is definitely going to assist me in teasing my boyfriend. Hell, he may cave tonight, one can hope right.

"So how did I do?" Sandra asked as I smiled brightly at her.

“You did the damn thang! Thank you, Sandra, I love it!” I exclaimed hugging WWE’s most amazing seamstress. She had made me a camo skirt to match Jey’s tights and cut up one of his new shirts for me.

“I know Jey is going to love you in this,” she said as I went into her little changing area to try on my skirt.

Looking in the mirror I found myself smiling. I knew he would love it as much as I did.

“Does the skirt need to be made longer?” she asked as I looked down at my exposed thick thighs Jey loved so much.

“No, it’s good, I really like it. Now ask me if I’m bending over with wild abandon tonight?” I said as she sighed.

“Mia, are you planning to bend over with wild abandon tonight?” she asked as I smiled.

“In the crowd no…Now on the bus tonight, I hope so,” I laughed as her jaw dropped in shock.

“Oh my god, ya’ll two are something else,” she said as I finished getting dressed.

"Let me make sure you good," she said as I came out to let her inspect her work as Jimmy came up with his jacket.

"Aye, how you doin’ Sandra, do you think you got time to fix this rip?" he asked as she glanced at him. "Yea, I got you, Jimmy, she said smoothing my skirt down.

“Damn Mia, you trying to give brother a heart attack ain’t you? I heard about the bet,” he said leaning over and giving me a hug.

“I’m even matching Jey down to the shoes,” I said proud of myself. “She’s looking for trouble is what she’s doin'. She knows teasing that man ain't gon' end good,” Sandra said as I smiled.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, I promise,” I said as Jimmy smirked at me shaking his head.

“You know he ain’t letting you in the crowd like that without someone out there with you,” Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m gon’ watch in the crowd with Truth so I’ll be safe,” I said giving him a hug.

“By the way my money is on you, so you better win,” Jimmy whispered as I laughed before walking away.

“Bye Jimmy, and thanks for everything Sandra,” I said as Jimmy waved and gave his jacket to Sandra as she searched for her needle and thread.

“Enjoy the show, I’ll hit you up later,” she said as I continued my journey to Jey’s locker room.

Jey’s POV

“I should have kept my damn mouth shut and not said a word. Now I done got myself in some shit,” I muttered to myself as I laid back on the couch closing my eyes, trying to relax my mind.

Last night was torture as I laid beside Mia and couldn’t dick her down. That was the point of flying her out so I could spend as much time as I could knee-deep up in dat pussy before this upcoming U.K. tour.

Hearing the door open, I knew it was her but kept my eyes closed as she shuffled around the room.

“Babe, you could have at least picked your stuff up off the floor,” she said as I opened my eyes, my breath hitched in my throat.

In front of me, Mia was bent over and all I saw was ass, and those sexy plush lips I love to make love to with my mouth covered in blue lace.

She knows blue is one of my favorite colors to see on her and it's a lacy thong...Oh yea, she playin' dirty.

“Damn Mia,” I hissed, sitting up and grabbing her hips. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked casually like her pussy wasn’t drippin’ wet in my face begging me to reach out and claim it.

I fought to maintain control and remember the bet.

“You fuckin’ know what’s wrong wit me,” I hissed swiftly moving her out of the way.

“What’s wrong Josh,” she said dramatically turning around and looking at me as my dick strained painfully against my tights.

Fuck, I needed relief and quick as she looked at me innocently.

“Damn, that’s all it took baby?” she whispered as I licked my lips seeing her whole outfit for the show tonight.

“You know that’s all it takes when it’s you,” I moaned, tempted to touch her as she adjusted her shirt.

“I wanted to surprise you, we’re matching baby,” she said as I grabbed the bottom of her shit pulling her to me. The gasp that fell from her lips as our bodies touched made my dick jump in anticipation.

“I see and I love it, you look so sexy,” I praised as she moaned. “How much do you like it?” She asked caressing my face as I caressed her hips innocently, our lips almost touching as I teasingly changed course, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“What are you doin' Jey?” she asked as her body trembled against mine as I teased her.

Mia’s POV

Fuck, he knew how sensitive I was to his touch, and he thrived on it. The minute he pulled me to him, I wanted to fuck his brains out.

“I bet you wet as fuck and I ain’t even touched you yet, but I got you, baby. I can calm dat ache you feelin’ Mia," he declared as I tried to calm my breathing. “You can baby?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Yea, I can baby, and all you gotta do is give in to me,” he whispered against my ear as I shivered against him in anticipation.

I couldn't help but Imagine how good it would feel to give in to him and let him take me. Stay strong Mia, don’t give in.

I continued to struggle to catch my breath as I felt his dick pressed against me, begging to be touched.

“Just touch me, Mia,” he whispered, his words snapping me out of the spell he had me under.

Nah, you ain’t getting me today, this is war, Mr. Fatu.

“I can touch you baby, but you need to say I win,” I said as I innocently removed his hand from my waist and slid up against him as he hissed.

“Shit, you playin' dirty rubbin' all up on me, knowin' I need some help” Jey whispered pointing to his huge bulging erection as I smirked at him.

“I ain’t did nothing, baby,” I said walking away to take a seat on the other couch acting unbothered, but inside I was screaming. The whole interaction was so innocent but so fucking hot at the same time.

“Damn, I need to take a cold shower and calm down,” I heard him mutter as I smirked. “Daddy you ain’t gotta calm down, you can come lose control all in this pussy. She misses you so much,” I purred spreading my legs wide, my blue lace thong on display as Jey growled readjusting himself in his pants.

“I promise you when this is over, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week. I’ma fuck dat pussy so good it’s gon’ cream every single time you think about me,” Jey declared as I shivered at the thought.

“Damn, I can’t wait,” I whispered blowing him a kiss as he stalked into the bathroom as I laughed.

“First rule of war, never underestimate your opponent, Mr. Fatu,” I muttered.

Yea, it won’t be long, by day three it’s a wrap.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

Day Two

Day two and I'm losing it, I almost jumped him in the shower this morning. Opening the refrigerator door I sighed. Bless his heart, he is rarely home and his fridge shows it, practically bare.

Heading back upstairs I knew I had to wake him and I hated it because he really needed his rest.

“Jey, we need to get some groceries, I’m hungry and it’s lunchtime babe,” I said walking into the bedroom, a strangled moan escaped my lips as I saw Jey sprawled out on the bed naked with a smile.

It’s a trap Mia, abort mission! Do you hear me, girl? Abort mission, just say no to the dick.

“Baby, we ain’t gotta go shoppin’ right now. Daddy got yo’ lunch right here,” Jey moaned slowly stoking his dick as I felt my thighs clench.

“Oh, you motherfucka,” I whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What, I was just up here waiting on you to come get yo’ lunch,” Jey groaned never stopping his strokes.

“I think you trying to trick me,” I countered walking slowly towards him, watching him in wonder as my pussy was getting wetter by the second.

“I ain’t tryin’ to trick you. You can do what you want wit me, I’m yours to use Mia,” Jey moaned as I bite my lip, his knowing smirk rendering me speechless. He was playing dirty, and I loved it.

“I think you want to sit on Daddy’s dick and ride him real good, don’t you? Come on Mia, Daddy won’t bite, I promise,” he whispered, his strokes deliberate.

Slowly I crawled to him, his hand movements and moans were becoming more urgent, as our eyes remained focused on each other.

“Does it feel good baby?” I purred knowing exactly what I was doing and so did he. This was a battle of the wills and we both were losing.

“Hell yea, but it could feel even better, but you playin’. You know you want dis dick,” Jey whispered against my ear as I felt myself about to explode just from his words as I clenched my thighs tight.

Don’t give in Mia, stay strong you got a point to prove.

“Just hop on Mia and ride Daddy like the good girl you are,” he groaned as I bit back a moan.

“That’s what you want me to do Daddy?” I purred as our eyes met again. “Hell yea, just ride dat shit like only you can,” he moaned as I placed my hand over his, helping him, knowing he was close to his end.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, help me out,” he panted, his eyes now closed in pleasure.

In a last-ditch effort, I decided to shoot my shot to end this game. “Mmm, give in Jey…Please Daddy,” I moaned against his ear, as an animalistic growl fell from his lips.

Quickly I found myself on my back as Jey kneeled between my legs, rubbing his dick against my clit. The sensation was so strong I almost came from the excitement.

"Jey, please, just give in'" I whimpered wanting him to sink inside me as far as he could.

“Mmhm,you feel dat shit don't you? It’s all for you, just say I win, and I’ll make you nut so good, I promise,” Jey moaned as I whimpered in need.

“You know what you need to do then? Just tell me that I win and just slide right in baby. She’s so wet and misses you,” I groaned feeling him close to his breaking point.

“Fuck! Mmm, not yet…Unless you givin’ in,” he taunted, continuing his torture of us both. My body was betraying my mind as he took pleasure in my sweet torture as his dick masterfully played with my clit.

“You gon’ give in to me Mia, one way or another, now cum, Jey groaned as I fell apart underneath him.

“Yea, dats it, this my pussy and don’t you forget it. I love how she cum when Daddy tell her too,” he declared as he joined me on the trip of absolute pleasure.

“This is not fair Josh; just quit,” I whimpered still feeling the ripples of my orgasm as Jey smirked at me.

“Damn, that was a first for us. That shit was hot as hell, I’m having fun now,” Jey said winking at me as he walked into the bathroom.

Damn, he’s good," I muttered relaxing on the bed. Lord, it’s only day two. Mia, you can do this, hang on in there.

Rule number two in war.. Never….Ever.. Underestimate your opponent.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Jey’s POV

Day Three

Day three and I’m horny, paranoid, and hearing Mia moans in my damn sleep. The sexiest moan ever known to man, I swear this game is bout to be over. I can’t take much more of this shit.

I felt Mia moving beside me as the bed slightly rocked “Jey, you feel so good” I heard her moan, my eyes snapped open as I turned to look at her.

It wasn’t a dream, it was cruel and unusual punishment up in this motherfucka as I watched her perfect body writhing beside me as she chased her orgasm.

Mia was blissfully unaware that I was awake, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

Hearing a slight buzzing noise, I realized she was using her rose, I had surprised her with it when she got here the other day and we hadn't had a chance to use it.

“Mmm, baby right there,” Mia moaned as I growled beside her as she opened her eyes, looking shyly at me as I caressed her face.

“Yeaa, it feels good don’t it?” I moaned as she nodded unable to speak. “Good, don’t you fuckin’ stop either, keep goin’. You gon’ soak this fuckin’ bed do you hear me?” I declared as she whimpered beside me.

“Yea, Daddy’s up now, and he wants to watch. You so beautiful,” I whispered as she gasped in pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy, anything you want,” she moaned, moving her hips against her toy as it took her to new heights.

I could hear the wetness, licking my lips I knew I was moments away from losing it. I knew the question I wanted to ask would be my breaking point, but I had to know.

“Mia, is that toy makin’ my pussy cum as good as I can?” I whispered honestly curious.

“Mmm, It’s close, but nothing like you!” she exclaimed as the sounds on the little rose-shaped toy intensified. She had turned up the speed, fuck, that's it, game over.

I had to have her as I saw her hand trembling trying to hold the toy in place. Crawling between her legs, I moved her hand and took control.

“Jey! Wait, oh my God, baby!” She screamed as I held it over her clit, excited to witness what was about to happen.

“Yeaaa, Jey's here now baby, enjoy yo’self. You deserve it,” I praised as I watched in pleasure how her body was responding.

The sounds of the toy drowning in her wetness clouded not only my thoughts but my vision.

leaning down, I claimed her lips in a kiss catching her off guard as she gasped in pleasure. “You win baby,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips in satisfaction as I slid into my home.

That was what she was to me, home. “We both win baby,” she gasped. "Damn right, we do,” I declared as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me closer to her.

Pressed tightly against her, I began to thrust long and deep with one hand still masterfully placed on the rose, as her body trembled with need as I reclaimed her.

Mia’s POV

I have never felt more on edge, and alive in this moment as I began grinding my hips against Jey and the rose, feeling a huge release approaching.

“I got you, Mia, let it go. Let it all go for Daddy,” Jey encouraged as he began sucking greedily on my neck. His thrusts going deeper and harder each time, setting my body on fire.

“Jey! I…I.. Fuck! I love you!” I exclaimed as my orgasm took over “I love you too, yea,dats it, Mia. Gush all on dat dick. Fuck you feel so good,” Jey moaned biting my neck as I continued to fall apart in his arms.

“It’s just for you,” I whimpered as he grasped my neck, snaking his tongue around my lips before taking me in a possessive kiss.

The rose long forgotten as he tossed it off the bed, his long deep strokes sending me into another orgasm.

“Fuck! You are such a good girl, damn. Just squirtin' for Daddy and he didn't even have to ask you too,” Jey praised as my essence soaked the sheets.

His grip slightly tightening around my neck as his thrusts become even more powerful. “Baby! Mmhm baby!" I shrieked as he smirked against my lips.

I felt him become even harder as his thrusts became more wild.

“Yea, you feel dat shit don’t you?.. Uh-huh, you got my shit all rocked up and hard as fuck. Now make me cum Mia,” Jey challenged as he skillfully rolled us over with me now on top.

Oh! Fuck! Yes!,” I exclaimed at the new position and angle as I began riding his dick hard.

Happy about the new mission he gave me, I planted my feet on the bed and put my good knees to work as I rode his dick my hands planted on his stomach for leverage.

“Damn, you got them good knees, fuck! You betta do dat shit,” Jey praised as my pussy clenched around him as I bounced with wild abandon enjoying the powerful ride myself.

Jey’s growls and moans made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

“Shit, you ridin’ dat dick, Yea, show me how you love dat shit,” Jey said slapping me on the ass now meeting my thrusts.

Leaning over, now on my knees riding him, I grasped his neck gently kissing him before moving my kisses to his neck.

A powerful moan escaped his lips as I felt his arms pulling me close.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” I whispered nibbling on his ear as Jey moaned grabbing my face as our passion-filled eyes met.

Our pleasure reached even newer heights as we breathed and moved in sync. “I love you, Mia," he declared, reclaiming my lips as we both came together in ecstasy.

I love you too Jey,” I whimpered against his mouth as we rode the wave together, totally spent as I collapsed beside him in exhaustion as he held me close.

“Damn, you won girl,” he said as I laughed. “Nah, we both won,” I reassured him as I kissed him. “These last three days been torture,” he sighed as I nodded in agreement.

“You gotta admit it was kinda fun,” I said as he laughed “Yea, it was, but you play dirty,” Jey said as I rolled my eyes at him. “So do you, so we’re even,” I said as we shared a chaste kiss on the lips.

“What’s wrong with you? I asked almost anxious to know what devious plan was cooking in his head as I saw the smirk on his face.

“Just know when we get this nap in I got some unfinished business to handle,” he said caressing my pussy as I gasped in pleasure. “Jey, seriously you play too much,” I whined as he smirked.

"Oh, yea, I ain't forgot, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week so get ready,” Jey declared as I gulped.

He was gon’ make it hurt so good and I can’t wait.

The end

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Waiting for Love - Part Seven

Letting Go

Content: December 1970-February 1971, infidelity, smut, fluff, 18+

Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

Early December 1970

“So you’re telling me Elvis was laying here in this very bed last night?” Roxanne buried her face in the pillow and inhaled deeply. “The pillow smells good,” she said dreamily.

“Hey! He’s mine,” Vivien laughed, snatching the pillow away and clutching it to her chest. “Only I get to smell him. And taste him,” she added in a muffled whisper as she lowered her head into the pillow, feeling a little tingle at the memory of him telling her he hadn’t been in anyone else’s mouth since hers.

“You like swallowing him down?” Roxanne asked, crinkling her nose in disgust. “I always just go in the bathroom right away and spit it out when Michael does that in my mouth.”

“Spit it out?” Vivien sounded like she didn’t even know that was an option. “No, I like it. I love the look on his face when he, y’know, finishes,” she giggled. “It feels magical to make him feel so good. Don’t you ever feel that way about Michael?”

“What would be magical is if he ever felt like returning the favor,” Roxanne muttered, trying to quell the feelings of jealousy that were bubbling up. She was happy that Vivien looked so happy, she really was, especially after these last few months of uncertainty, but the look in Vivien’s eyes when she talked about Elvis made Roxanne question if she’d ever really been in love with Michael at all. “So, when do I get to meet him?” she asked, trying not to bring down Vivien’s mood.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Vivien said nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her green sweater dress. “Are you going to be polite to him? And don’t tell him I told you anything about his…penis,” she said, her voice dropping to an embarrassed whisper.

“Don’t worry, hon, I won’t tell him how in love you are with his foreskin,” Roxanne teased as Vivien’s face flushed hotly. “I just figured I’d say something like, ‘When are you gonna divorce your frigid wife and marry my best friend Vivien?’”

“Ha ha, very funny!” Vivien retorted. “You are not saying that!”

“Fine,” Roxanne sighed. “I’ll just think it and send the message telepathically.”

“Okay, I’ll allow that,” Vivien giggled.

“Speaking of penises, did you guys do the deed last night?” Roxanne asked nonchalantly.

“Not the full deed,” Vivien blushed as she thought of what they had done and how intimate it felt. Too intimate to even share with Roxanne. She felt somehow protective of the way Elvis had sat in front of her and stroked his most private, sensitive area while he looked in her eyes, softly moaning. She quickly continued before Roxanne could ask any more questions, “I think I might be ready soon though. He told me that he loves me.” Roxanne’s eyes widened with surprise, and a look of concern flashed across her face. “What? You, um, think he’s just saying that to make me feel better?” Vivien whispered nervously, her stomach dropping.

“No, honey, no,” Roxanne quickly cut in. “I’m just worried about you. He’s telling you that, and I’m sure he feels that way, I mean why wouldn’t he? You’re sweet and beautiful and funny. But he disappeared on you for four months. And he is still living with his wife. And he hasn’t made any move to change that yet, right?”

Vivien could feel her stomach tightening up into knots, all her hope from the night before seeming to dissipate. “Well, what am I supposed to do?” her voice quivered. “You told me I should go for it, and now you’re saying I should just forget about him? I can’t do that.”

“No, Vivien, I don’t know what I’m saying. I just want you to be careful.”

“How do you be careful falling in love?” Vivien asked, brushing a tear off her cheek. “You either love someone or you don’t, right? You have to let go of the doubts. You can’t love someone halfway.”

“Maybe you’re right, Viv,” Roxanne gave her hand a little squeeze. “Just follow your heart and see if it was meant to be. Just know I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

Vivien nodded just as they heard pounding on the door. Vivien jumped up and ran to the living room, wondering whether it was possible that he’d come back so soon. “Elvis! You’re back!” she exclaimed, her spirits immediately lifted into the clouds.

“Of course I’m back, baby,” he said, wrapping her in a big hug. “I didn’t like havin’ ta sneak out earlier, but I didn’t wanna wake ya, and I had some things ta take care of. I had ta come back though cuz I just got some big news and you’re the first person I wanted ta tell.” Elvis was almost breathless with excitement.

“What is it?” Vivien asked eagerly.

“I’m gonna be gettin’ an award next month - the Jaycees Ten Most Outstanding Young Men award!” Elvis was beaming like a little boy, and Vivien had to stop herself from giggling at how cute he looked.

“Don’t you get awards all the time?” she asked, smiling.

“W-w-well sure, but this is different. This ain’t for jus’ singin’; this is because they think I’m a good person. They recognize how I try to be good and help people and ever’thing.”

Vivien’s heart melted that the award he wanted so badly was just to be recognized as a decent human being. “Well, I think that’s the perfect award for you, then. They couldn’t have picked a better man.”

“Ya wanna celebrate, baby?” Elvis whispered as he leaned down and nibbled on her ear.

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Roxanne asked, wandering out of the bedroom at that exact moment.

Vivien blushed as she pulled away from Elvis’ embrace. “Elvis, this is my best friend Roxanne. Roxanne, Elvis.”

“Oh, the famous Roxanne,” Elvis exclaimed as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I understand you’re to thank for the dress Vivien used to try to seduce me at the movies when we first met.”

Roxanne laughed. “That would be me, yes,” she said. “And apparently it worked?”

“Well, it was actually her copy of The Prophet that did me in,” Elvis said with a smile.

Roxanne’s expression turned serious. “You seem very kind and charming, Elvis, but as Vivien’s best friend, I need to warn you that you better not break her heart.”

Elvis looked surprised for a second before responding. “I’m just hoping she doesn’t break mine.”

Vivien and Elvis both smiled as Roxanne whispered, “Okay, he’s pretty good, I’ll give you that.”

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January 12, 1971

“Honey, I need ta see ya. I’ve been practicin’ this speech for the award ceremony, and I wanna know what ya think.”

“Okay, do you want me to come over?” Vivien asked, never sure of the etiquette for asking if the man you love’s wife was home or not. It had been so difficult to not get to spend Christmas or his birthday with him, although he’d sent her over a beautiful pair of emerald earrings. She prayed that next year would be different, that she wouldn’t have to ask if she was allowed to come over.

“Yes, if you could, I really need ya.” Elvis sounded relieved.

Twenty minutes later, Vivien was walking up the driveway to Graceland. Elvis must have told the security guard to expect her because he opened the gate without a question. Before she could even knock on the door, Elvis flung it open and pulled her upstairs to the study next to his bedroom.

“I-I-I’m so glad you’re here, baby, I’m gettin’ nervous, I jus’ really wanna do a good job,” Elvis seemed agitated in the same way he’d been before filming the concert documentary last summer.

“Elvis, you’re going to do great.” Vivien looked over what he’d written. “Wow, this is really beautiful and heartfelt. I think people will love it,” she said sincerely. “I just wish I could be there with you, to support you.” She smiled wistfully.

Elvis pulled her onto his lap and stroked her back tenderly. “I wish ya could too, baby. It’s just not time yet. But remember, we’re in this together. You’re supportin’ me just by bein’ here now. I love ya, honey.” He laid his head against her chest, soaking in her warmth and love for him.

“I love you too, Elvis. It’s just hard.” Vivien swallowed harshly, trying to fight the tears that were welling up.

“Honey, ya make things hard for me all the time,” Elvis said, trying to hold back the laughter at his own dirty joke.

“Elvis! I’m being serious!” Vivien said, laughing in spite of herself.

“Me too, baby, me too, just touch it and see,” he groaned, lifting his head to kiss her as he grabbed her hand and rested it on his crotch. “See what ya do to me?” he murmured between kisses. “The way you’re always so sweet, always here when I need ya, it-it-it turns me on, baby.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take care of you then,” Vivien whispered, sliding off his lap so she could kneel between his legs and unzip his pants. “If you’re gonna get this speech right, you need to be nice and relaxed. I have the perfect trick for that.” Elvis panted softly as she pulled out his dick and set to work on her mission to relax him, her tongue caring for every part of him.

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February 2, 1971

“Hey, princess! Did ya like Daddy’s show last night?” Elvis scooped Lisa into a big hug as she came charging into his bedroom suite at the hotel.

“Yes! Elvis sing so good and dance funny,” Lisa giggled.

“Not Elvis, baby, call me Daddy,” Elvis laughed as he tickled her tummy.

“Okay Elvis!” Lisa tried to tickle him back with her little fingers.

“I’m glad ya enjoyed your birthday, my yittle Yisa.” Elvis blew a big raspberry kiss on her cheek. “You’re gonna go with Mommy, and I’ll see ya at home in jus’ a few weeks, okay?”

Priscilla cleared her throat where she’d been hovering in the doorway. “Should I, I mean am I supposed to come back for closing night?”

“Uh, n-n-no, ya ain’t gotta come back, that’s alright,” Elvis responded as he pulled her in for a hug, partly just to avoid making eye contact.

“Oh, okay,” Priscilla sounded surprised but almost relieved. There was a certain freedom in accepting that things were coming to an end, in letting go.

As soon as they’d left, Elvis went to the phone and lifted the receiver, his heart beating with excitement as his long fingers dragged the rotary dial around. “Baby? I need ya out here with me. Don’t worry ‘bout packin’ anything. I’ma take good care of ya, honey. How soon can ya leave?”

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One week later

Vivien sat nervously on the edge of the bed in Elvis’ giant hotel suite, eyeing the dress he’d laid out for her to wear. She hadn’t actually gotten to see him yet, and since it had been almost a month, she felt nervous, hoping he would be as excited as she was to be together again. Joe had picked her up at the airport in his usual gruff manner, although he had kept his judgments to himself this time. Elvis must have given him a piece of his mind.

True to his word, Elvis had provided everything she might need - a whole rack of sparkly dresses was hanging in the closet, with matching shoes and even a handbag. She would have been worried they were Priscilla’s, but they all still had the tags on from some swanky boutique. One dress was draped across the bed with a note on top of it.

Sweetheart, wear this tonight. I want everyone to be green with envy that you belong to me. -EP

After wiggling into the dress, Vivien examined herself in the full-length mirror. The dress was emerald green with little rhinestones sewn in that sparkled in the light. The fringe on the skirt swished when she walked, and the dramatic halter top V-neckline was so deep and tight that she thought she might pop out of the fabric if she moved the wrong way. It was certainly the most daring thing she’d ever worn, even more than the dresses Roxanne lent her.

As she studied herself, the conversation she’d overheard at work replayed itself in her mind. She thought her boss had seemed sympathetic when she told him she needed two weeks off for a family emergency. She felt bad about the fib, but she could hardly tell him the truth. Later, as she walked by the lounge, she’d heard his voice drifting out into the hallway as he talked to one of the other lawyers. “A family emergency, right! I heard rumors she’s been whoring herself out to Elvis Presley, if you can believe that. I always thought she was a good girl, but you never can tell these days…”

As they had that day, tears started stinging her eyes. Vivien tried to push all that out of her mind. Elvis wanted her here with him, and nothing was going to ruin that for her. She slipped on a pair of strappy gold sandals and headed toward the door.

After Joe dropped her off at her own booth toward the front of the showroom, he leaned in and smirked. “I’ll get ya during the last song so we can get back to the suite safely. We wouldn’t want ya gettin’ lost in the shuffle of all the women.” Vivien just nodded, tight-lipped, and rolled her eyes as he walked away. Jealousy did not become him.

Vivien was in a state of euphoria as Joe led her back to the suite after the show. There were really no words that could explain the magic of seeing Elvis up on that stage, sharing his gift with the world. Vivien felt like she’d been under a spell watching him, a spell that might never be broken. She waited anxiously for him to arrive, ignoring the glares and curious looks from Joe and the handful of other people who were waiting for the man of the hour. Her heart skipped a beat when Elvis burst through the door with some of his entourage. He looked absolutely stunning, still glistening with sweat. Beauty and sexiness radiated off of him. Vivien smiled as she noticed how the green on his jumpsuit perfectly matched her dress. Elvis caught sight of her and his face lit up as he gathered her into a big hug and planted a kiss right on her lips.

“Y’all can go, I’m tired tonight,” Elvis announced to his crew as he turned back to Vivien with a wink. Everyone cleared out with a slight air of disappointment.

“Are you tired, baby?” Vivien asked with concern, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off Elvis’ forehead. “Did you want to lie down?”

“Naw, honey,” Elvis said with a sly grin. “I jus’ wanted ya all ta myself. I missed ya so much.” He leaned in and caught her lips with his, pushing his tongue gently into her mouth. Vivien softly moaned and Elvis pulled back with a blissful little smile on his face. His smile widened as he looked down. “Y’know the way ya fill this dress out honey, reminds me of our first little pool party where ya decided to come right outta your top and seduce me with your womanly wiles.”

Vivien tilted her head back and laughed. “Oh, it was me doing the seducing? Not you giving me a swimsuit that was two sizes too small?”

“Honey, all I know is that I was tryin’ ta have serious discussions with ya, and your eyes kept wanderin’ all over me,” Elvis teased. “See? You’re even doin’ it now.”

Vivien blushed as she realized her eyes were indeed taking in every part of him. He had removed his heavy gold belt, and every contour of his body now seemed visible through the tight black and green jumpsuit. She put her hand on his chest and then let it trail gently down over his lean stomach until it rested softly on the bulge below his waist. “Can you really blame me when you look this sexy?” she whispered. “I want you so badly.”

Elvis’ eyes sparkled as he responded, “You’re looking quite sexy yourself, baby.” He deftly reached behind her neck and untied the halter straps of the dress, letting the fabric fall down to Vivien’s waist, her soft breasts on full display, her hardened nipples showing just how aroused he made her. Elvis cupped her breasts with his warm hands and leaned down to kiss and lick each nipple.

“Elvis,” Vivien moaned softly.

“Yes, baby?” he murmured, rolling the rest of the dress down and helping her step out of it.

“I’m, I’m ready,” she whispered. “I’m ready to give you every part of me. I want to belong to you completely.”

Elvis stood straight up and looked at her with surprise. “A-a-are ya sure, honey? I want ya ta really be sure.”

Vivien nodded and pulled him close, her naked body trembling in his arms. “I’m nervous, but I’m sure,” she said softly, reaching to help him peel off his jumpsuit, still damp with sweat. Elvis looked at Vivien shyly as he stood before her in just his briefs. “You look more nervous than I do,” she teased as she pulled his underwear down his legs and took in the beautiful sight of his bare body.

“I-I-I jus’ wanna make sure it’s perfect for ya honey,” he said, blushing a little bit at the pleasure she took in looking at him. “You’ve waited a long time, so I want it to be special.”

Vivien smiled at his sweet thoughtfulness. “It will be perfect and special because it’s with you. I’ve been waiting for love, and now I found it.”

Elvis helped her onto the bed and laid himself on top of her, gently kissing her lips before he reached down to guide himself in. He rubbed his hard dick against Vivien’s clit, her arousal growing as she felt his silky soft skin right against her most sensitive spot. “Ya sure you’re ready baby? It might hurt a little at first, but I’ll be so gentle. I’ll take care of ya honey, okay? You just gotta relax and let go.”

Vivien nodded and kissed his soft lips. “I’m ready to let go, Elvis. I’m ready to give you everything.” She could feel his tip start to enter inside of her, her body opening up to accept all of him.

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luimagines · 10 months

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He’s Sweet On You Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will contain Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Wild

“You know what?” You turned your head to look at the young man next to you.

“What?” He turns his head to look at you. Wild blinks slowly and smiles in that boyishly carefree way of his.

“I adore you.” You kiss the scars on his face. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Wild hums, closes his eyes as you kiss him. “Thank you.”

He reaches over, scooping you up gently into his arms and pulls you close. “I happen to adore you too. So I believe this works out for the both of us.”

He laughs gently and moves your hair away from your face. “You’re very pretty.”

“Am I now?” You snort. “And what about you, Pretty Boy?”

Wild looks away. “If it was anyone else-”

“What? You’d try to disagree?” You grin and lean close to him.

He meets your gaze head on and smirk. Moving quickly, he dashes up and kisses the tip of your nose. “Maybe. But I don’t want to fight you.”

“I’d win that fight.”

“You would.” Wild giggles, running his hands over your back in alternating patterns. “But only because I’d let you win.”

“Nu-uh!” You kiss the tip of his nose as well. “I’d put up a good fight and win because I strong and powerful.”

“And beautiful and stunning and breath taking and talented and lovely and badass and-”

“Ok, ok, I get your point.” You laugh and turn your face away. It feels warm but you’re too happy to care.

“Do you?” Wild teases. He rolls the both of you over and pushes himself on top so that he doesn’t crush you. “Do you really? Because I’ll be happy to remind you. I’ll repeat it for as long as you’ll let me. I don’t think I’ll get tired of letting you know just how much you mean to me.”

“You’re sappy.” You push him away. He doesn’t budge.

Giggles fall from your lips regardless and Wild catches them one by one with his own.

“Marvelous.” Wild whispers against you. Noses brush hesitantly against each other as breathes begin to mingle. “Absolutely magnificent.”

“You’re too much.”

“And you’re my one and only.” He kisses you once more. “Forever and ever more.”

You sigh, enjoying the attention. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer just because you can. “And you’re my knight in shining armor.”

Wild sags against you, groaning quietly. “We talked about this- the knights didn’t have shining armor. That was a myth and a show of social status. Not a common sought out truth.”

“What about my prince in blue then?”

“It better be the right shade.”

You laugh louder. “Fine! You’ll just be myyyyyy..... Link.”

“I like that one much more.” Wild smirks, leaning closer to you than before.

“I think I do too.”

Legend

“Is there anything you don’t need?” You look around the room. It’s covered head to toe with nick knacks and brick bracks and every square inch was littered with paddy whacks.

“What do you mean?” Legend turned his head to you. “This is just stuff I’ve collected over my travels.”

You hum. “I believe you, don’t get me wrong... But why would you ever need seven different shovels?”

“I just couldn’t get rid of them.” Legend returns o the box he was looking through. “It’s not like there’s six different people to take the shovels off of me.”

“Hmm.. I can think of a few.” You smile and looks around anyway. Legend had made you swear that you weren’t going to touch anything unless he was already giving it to you and you were trying to honor the code. But with so many little thing to poke through, the temptation was tough.

Not to mention that clearly everything had a little memory attached to it. It was bits and pieces of Legend that you wanted to know about and study. Maybe it would tell you stories that he would otherwise keep to himself. Would it be rude to search through them anyway?

Your brain tells you yes, without a doubt. But your heart has never been one to listen to reason.

“Here.” Legend closes the box and makes his way over to you. “I want you to have this.”

You straighten almost immediately. “What is it?”

Legend smiles, gesturing you to bend your head down. You tilt and does as he asks, even if he doesn’t use his words. Something cold slides over your head and it lands with a sizable weight on your sternum.

You straighten up and put your hands over it. It doesn’t take a genius to recognize that he placed a necklace over you, but you don’t know the significance of it.

The necklace is a pearlescent blue with a gold clasp around it. There’s a small carving on the pendant but you can only see it as swirls. You don’t know if it has any meaning to it. All you know is that it must be expensive to be made from this kind of material and that it is very beautiful. Somehow- the pendant feels warm.

Looking at it makes you feel light an airy. Your heart could burst with emotion. If You spend too long thinking about it, you might begin to cry.

“It’s pretty.” You say quietly, admiring it. “Thank you, Link.”

Legend flushes. He’s always seemed to go a bit shy when you used his name while the others weren’t around. “It’s...charmed. Enchanted. There’s a spell on it. It’s not as fancy as anything the Champion has and it doesn’t work the way the Sailor’s stone works... but it gives the impression of ....my thoughts... to you.”

He kicks the floor with his toe. His whole face is pink. But his eyes.. his gaze...if so soft. So loving.

You clutch the stone tight in your grip, looking at it once more but with new determination. The same feeling from before grips you tighter with your acceptance. It’s overflowing.

You actually do cry.

It’s warm and loving and whole. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. It’s joy and happiness and elation. It’s fear and depth and height. It’s his thoughts, emotions- his heart.

Link loves you.

“I l-love too.” You say through the tears. A laugh blurts out and you jump on him in a hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you.”

Legend seems startled but he grips you tightly. “Just so you always know that I’m with you, no matter what happens.”

You nod. “I’ll take good take of it. I promise.”

Hyrule

Hyrule had noticed that you were feeling less than stellar as of late. He wasn’t sure what it was but from what he could it was personal. Something that you didn’t plan on sharing with the group any time soon.

While he was willing to wait for how long it would take you to open up to him about it, he wasn’t about to see you down in your spirits if there was something he could do. So he started planning.

Granted, there was very little he could go to make it as extravagant as possible. He lamented to Time about it. He wanted to do everything in his power to make you smile. But there were things he was limited to. He didn’t have all the power in the world and he hardly had the funds to give you all that he wanted to.

Time has listened patiently and waited until he had said everything he wanted to say. “Perhaps-” He started with, “-they chose you not for your power or your abilities, but for your heart. Give them that, and it will prove to be enough.”

Hyrule steeled his nerves then. You had known from the beginning that he couldn’t provide much but he could do his best. And his best he will give.

Hyrule asked around the locals and managed to figure the best spot just outside of town.

When the night began to quiet down and the others were setting up camp, Hyrule snuck to your side and took your hand. “I have something to show you.”

He wanted to keep the atmosphere light, hoping that it would boost your mood as well. You didn’t seem to be any wiser. You tilted your head and began to follow him unquestionably. “What is it, Link?”

Hyrule tried his hardest not to preen. He loved it when you said his name. After so long of not hearing it around others, the small action had taken on a more intimate tone in his mind. “Something special.” He answers you. “It’s for you.”

You seemed to try and smile for his sake. It hurts his heart to see you struggle with something as soft and sweet as one of you smiles.

Suddenly, Hyrule begins to feel sheepish. Maybe this wasn’t such a god idea after all. Oh well, you’re both already there.

“So remember the time when you showed me your happy place?” Hyrule clears his throat. He pushes past some bushes and clears the way to showcase his surprise. “I know it’s not the same but I tried to get a close to it as I could.”

You gasp and your hands fly to cover your mouth.

It’s a small swing, surrounded by the fluttering lights of fairies- something you knew only Hyrule seemed to be able to do. The ropes were tied around one of the lower hanging branches of the tree with enough soft cricket songs to put your mind at ease.

Tears spring to your eyes.

Hyrule scratches the back of his head. “It’s not much but I noticed that you haven’t been feeling so well-”

“Thank you.” You smile. It’s wet and weak, but genuine. You pull Hyrule close and give him a kiss. “You’re too sweet to me. How did you put this together so quick?”

You take his hand and begin to pull him to the swing. Hyrule follows you, feeling much better about his decision. “It wasn’t so hard. I know you mentioned that you would go to that corner when you were feeling bad. We’re just no where near it. So I thought instead of bringing you to your corner... I could just bring it to you...”

Man, that sounds cheesy.

You laugh as much as he expected and push him onto the swing. You quickly place yourself on his lap and make yourself comfortable. “I think it’s better than my corner.”

“Y-yeah?” Hyrule begins to push your both on the swing. “I’m glad. I was worried it wouldn’t even come close.”

“Nonsense.“ You hold him close. “It’s better because you’re here with me, of course.”

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“A Hundred and More Memories with You”

SUMMARY: A story in which Ace reminisces upon the many memories of him and Ashi.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

NOTES: <3 enjoy the rare Ashi writing

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Ace would consider himself an Ashi expert. A lot of people would consider him one too, considering how often they hang out with each other.

And when he says it’s a lot, it’s a lot. Sure, of course, there’s Deuce and Grim too. They all go through their antics together, whether it be slaying in a singing and dancing competition or solving the latest issue Night Raven College has got to answer, which includes facing off against high school boys in life-risking duels, when they should really be in therapy. They all went through a lot together and somehow pulled through and survived all that nonsense too. Same class, same lunch table, same shenanigans for them all. And Ace would like to think of them as a dream quad, but here’s the thing.

Who got there just a little earlier than Juice did when Ashi was having trouble at Scarabia? Who did Ashi go to hug tightly when that happened? Who did Ashi stay behind with when VDC practice came by and everyone else left the room? Who turned out to feel so comfortable with him that she fell asleep on his shoulder? Who always bunks at Ramshackle and is always taken in by the prettiest girl at NRC?

That’s right. Not Grim, not Deuce, but Ace Trappola himself.

It might not be much, but Ace finds himself thinking that it’s those small things that no one else sees that places him a little higher than everyone else. With this, at least. He can confidently go up to anyone and go, “Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking to, you know?” with a shit eating grin on his face, and no one would bat an eye. Because that’s just usual Ace behavior around Ashi.

Behind closed doors or not, he’s real committed to her.

…Maybe if you cut out their first meeting, actually. He thinks about it sometimes. How’d he fall for a goody two shoes like her?

Just some girl, straight out a coffin and fell onto the floor, during NRC’s opening ceremony. It was really funny! Doesn’t mean it made him think much about it. Like yeah, sure it's all-boys school, but it’s not anything crazy. What, none of you have seen a girl before? Do you guys not have moms?

Until Ace spots her again, her eyes crinkling in confusion at the sight of the Great Seven. Some dialogue is exchanged, and nothing is of note. She’s cute and pretty, sure, but it’s not like Ace came to NRC, an all-boy’s school might he reiterate, to get a girlfriend. After the last snooze fest he had? Pfft! Forget it! Not to mention she’s got no passion or fire within her. The little furball she’s got beside her is the one who carries that all for her, I guess.

“Maybe before you try gettin’ into the academy again, you should try a second crack at kindergarten? Hahaha!” That was the Ashi-Grim duo’s first taste of the iconic grin™.

“Grrrr… How dare you!”

“Anyway, I’ve gotta head to class~. Unlike these two janitor losers over here I’ve got places to be. I’ll leave you alone and let’cha get back to picking up some trash.”

Ace still remembers looking over at such a blank face. Just standing there like a statue, watching the situation play out. Nothing about this interaction would’ve hinted to what was in store for him.

“Hey, goody two shoes, maybe loosen up a little, how ‘bout it? You could benefit from some good old insults every once in a while. Take a page outta the weasel’s book here.” The redhead teases one last time before his departure, as he watches the brunette’s eyes lock with his.

“Hehe,” Ashi finally perks up, “I’ll think about it, Acey.” She chimes.

Ace is about to shoot something at her again, until a blaze of blue fire engulfs the area around them. All tension is lost and next thing he knows, he’s battling a literal animal and being sent to wash windows as punishment for the roughhousing. He didn’t sign up for this at all! But after some self reflection, the Ace now would roll his eyes and mutter, “Well, I GUESS it was kinda deserved.” But of course, that would only be because of Ashi. Despite how much of a “bad influence” he is on her, in her own way, his best friend had her own ways of helping Ace improve himself too. They balance eachother out well, and Ace smiles as he thinks this. To make himself feel better? Maybe.

Even still, in the beginning, Ace didn’t really think much about Ashi. He ditched the whole window cleaning ordeal for a reason, you know? And no matter how hard he tried, no amount of pushing her buttons resulted in any sort of snap back, no retorts at all. Bullying her more than Deuce didn’t work either— so he eventually gave up and changed targets. Which I guess was fine, since he had to focus on the stressful situation of the mines.

But at the end of the mage stone obtaining mission, when Ashi caught some time alone with him on the walk back as Deuce and Grim walked ahead, Ace figured that she just wanted a piece of him. He can’t blame her, honestly, so he decided to give her what she wanted and talked to her casually for a while. He thought one last time, adding some spice into the conversation, to joke around.

“You were reaaaally scared back in that dark and spooky house, weren’tcha?” Ace teases, giving Ashi that signature grin once again, “The cave too, to boot. What are you, actually scared of the dark or something?”

He catches Ashi’s attention, and she looks at him, offended, “Aaand? I totally did it still, you know! Give credit where credit’s due, Acey!”

“Still means you’re a baby.”

“Hmph.” Ashi huffs in response, pouting a little, “…At least I manned up and made a plan instead of arguing like an idiot with the others.”

An actual comeback? For real? Ace didn’t think she had it in her!

The ginger’s lips curl up into an even bigger grin as he pokes the bear a little more, “And who did the execution, huh? Without me, you wouldn’t have even gotten to go through with your plan!”

“I could say that about Deucey. He definitely deserves more credit than you do anyway.”

“Ha! As if. Juice over here barely did anything.”

“Either way, neither of you would’ve come out of this successfully without me,” Ashi sighs, fed up with Ace’s behavior, “What’s your brawn worth if you don’t think about how to use it?”

“Offense over defense, baby!”

“Exactly why you would’ve failed without me!” Ashi snaps at him, immediately realizing how much she’s allowed Ace to wind her up right after. She internally scolds herself for acting out, and before Ace can say anything else, she breaks eye contact and changes topics.

Noticing how her body stiffens and her words seem less… slangy than usual, Ace can’t help but ponder about this. This whole entire time, not a single complaint has come out of her lips. Her voice was constantly sing songy throughout the entire nerve-wracking situation, but the way that it climbed up and became more strict and stern at this moment was a complete curveball. A breaking point, perhaps? Not to mention, the sudden way her body closes up and acts like it resets? It’s like she’s being corrected. A light goes off in the instigator’s head.

Huh, Ace thinks. Maybe goody two shoes here isn’t exactly what she’s living up to be.

He barely knows how he got here himself. Something about Ace’s first taste of something outside of Ashi’s whole “peppy good girl” deal was enough of an incentive to pester her more, and more, and more and more and more, only in attempts to see more of that special side of her. And somehow, through some sort of divine intervention, he got closer than anyone could’ve imagined for the guy who’s known for pissing people off.

Closer than anyone else she’s met in Twisted Wonderland has gotten, and based on how she words it, closer than anyone in her home world, even. The fact makes Ace feel bad, but at the same time he can’t help but feel kind of proud. Hell, he doesn’t even understand how people don’t like the real her. The whole good girl act is polite and sweet, sure, but compared to how dynamic and fun the hidden side of her is… Why would you ever think that the shallow 2D side is better than the in-depth 3D side in this scenario?!

If he ever gets there, Ace pledges to beat the hell out of every person who made Ashi think this in her home world. You can count on it.

From there on out, he had to keep his curiosity at a minimum. Though he wanted to keep pushing, he cared for her so much that he didn’t wanna cross her boundaries too far. So he kept it as teases and banters for the time being, because that’s how you keep it light and fun. Such as having sleepovers, just the two of them at Ramshackle.

To say the least, Ace got a little too comfy.

At some point, Ashi would offer him an old sweatshirt she never wears, too oversized for her but perfectly fitting for Ace during the cold nights he would want to visit. At some point, Ace had a secret knock he used at her window after the incident where he had only scared her instead of delightfully surprising her. At some point, Ashi and Ace giggling the night away became the norm for them.

Simple? Yeah, Ace had to admit, it’s just talking the night away with a friend till you both pass out, but it has its charm. Just as they showcase it in movies, the two best friends always hang out under the covers, tell scary stories and laugh excessively due to being way too sleep deprived, having a special bond that no one else would understand, just because they understood each other that well.

Something so simple, and yet something Ashi never got a taste of before.

She never got that close.

So, Ace, being the great friend he is and being the bearer of knowing Ashi’s history of, well, not being too involved in the usual teen activities, he would take it upon himself to go and make a dream come true. His mind begins to wander off way back when, before any of these bestie advancements were a thing. When Ace wouldn’t come out of nowhere, instead making his way through the door, like a normal person. And what better place to propose the idea of Ashi’s very first sleepover than the cafeteria?

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a sleepover. Seriously, Ash? The heck kinda life did you live?” Ace jokes, giving her the most bewildered look as they eat their lunch.

“Eh…” Ashi mumbles about, thinking about it as she takes a bite of her sandwich, “Kinda just the way the cards played out? Dunno, my mom didn’t really get the whole dealio.” Shrugging as if it’s nothing, she looks over at Grim chowing down his food to end the current topic.

Ace looks at her as she finishes talking, and he feels like her smile’s lacking more than it usually does.

“Then why don’t you experience it while you’ve got the right cards?” He shoots back, pulling Ashi back into the conversation, “You know who’s not here? Your mom.” He chuckles a little at his little joke, “Seriously though, take this whole away-from-your-family situation to your advantage!”

“Ace has a point, actually,” Deuce joins the conversation, “For once we agree on something. You’re already in a magic world, what’s one more abnormal thing to experience?”

Ashi blinks a couple times at the pair, before putting her finger to her chin and letting out a hum, “I guess so… Who do I invite, though? Plus, there’s Grimmy I gotta worry about too. This guy’s a drama queen…”

“I need my beauty sleep!” Grim scowls, before getting right back to his tuna. Ace rolls his eyes before he leans across the table, towards Ashi.

“Invite me, duh! Who else is your bestie, Ash?”

She smiles at his attitude, “Mr. Trappola, huuuh?” The brunette takes a comedic amount of time to think about it, “All his complaining miiight keep me up at night… Me and Grim are in the same boat when it comes to the sleep department too~.”

Deuce chuckles, “He really doesn’t shut up. Actually, a sleepover with all of us would be fun, but I have studying to do…”

Grim adds on, “Well I don’t wanna see an ugly face when I wake up!”

Tired of the bashing from the rest of the group, Ace loudly groans, “Then why don’t you take your ugly mug to me and Juice’s dorm while me and Ashi have a sleepover! Problem solved!”

It takes one glance from Deuce for Ace to get the message, “You know, you just sound like you just wanna get alone time with Ashi.”

The redhead glares back, “As if! I just wanna have a sleepover!”

…Only to add a solemn “Back me up, would you?” to it. Deuce gets it and helps him out.

“It would help me actually, Ashi. Take him away from me so I don’t have to worry about getting off track. And Grim can’t be that bad of a roommate, right? He’s just a cat. If he slept the whole time, I think it’d be relaxing if anything.” Deuce adds on, slowly egging on Ashi to decide.

“If you feed me enough tuna!”

The prefect ponders for a second, as her fingers tap once, twice on her chin, “I mean I guess… It’s not like it’s the first time Acey’s stayed over.” Ace pumps his fist in the air, and the other two think he’s being a little too obvious.

“Win! This time, it’ll totally be a proper sleepover. Call me the sleepover master, even! Get ready to not get a wink of sleep tonight, Ash!”

Ashi giggles in response before the bell rings and everyone scatters once again.

Later that night, Ace appears at the door of Ramshackle once he gets word that Grim has taken his place as Deuce’s roommate. He knows that Ashi’s scared of being alone in the dark, so of course he rushes over as fast as he can. Not because he wants to. It’s just what a decent person would do. It’s nothing to give him a weird look about. Right?

A few knocks and he’s let inside, and it’s not like anything has changed much. The dorm is the same old dusty and dainty place it’s always been, except this time he’ll be spending his time in an actual bed. No, it’s not because he’s asked all those previous times that Ashi finally caved in and let him get what he wants. It’s because now they’re just close enough that it’s chill. There’s no other reasoning further than that. Right?

Because he and Ashi are just best friends. He’s not here because he wants to have alone time with her! Ace just wants to see his best friend happy, able to experience all the things she hasn’t. Because that’s what good friends do.

…Right?

Okay, maybe Ace did get a little sidetracked from his main mission now that he thinks about it. The whole idea of being alone with Ashi planted a seed in his head, he admits it, but how could you blame him, honestly? None of that means that he didn’t get what he originally wanted, though. Two birds with one stone! He wins either way!

Still, it’s a night filled to the brim with snarky comments and blissful laughter, and while certain housewardens wouldn’t allow staying up this late, Ace decides that the lack of sleep is worth it. A sleepy Ashi is always cute, cuter than usual, and it’s an evening of rare sights. They’re both laying down all across the bed, staring at the blank ceilings and watching the cobwebs the prefect hates sway with the breeze of the bedroom. It’s calm, and neither of them are thinking about what they’re saying. The norm for one and an uncommon occurrence for the other.

“So how’d your first sleepover go?” Ace mutters, tiredness hitting them both. It’s dim within the room, and it’s thanks to Ashi’s nightlight that they can even take in this atmosphere at all.

“It was pretty hypesies.” Ashi replies back, and it’s a simple exchange. ‘Till she speaks up again after a while, and Ace is surprised at her different tone of voice.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

“Eh? Sounded pretty serious there, Ash.”

“That’s ‘cause I am!”

Ace faintly laughs, “Yeah, yeah. No problem.”

“Really though. I’m pretty sure you’re not as dumb as you look, so you probably caught on already,” Ace’s eyebrows suddenly jump in surprise at the sudden change in character, and Ashi proceeds, “I’m not really used to being this buddy buddy with people, even chicks— And like, it just means a lot to me that you even volunteered to do this with me in the first place. It makes me real happies to call you my bestie, you know?

I like that you’re honest. It makes me feel comfies. I can kinda be more like myself, somethin’ like that? And…” her voice quiets down before she says anything else. Which is somehow both a good and bad thing for Ace.

They both soak in the moment, and Ace’s cheeks feel like they’re burning up just a little. This is probably the most genuine reaction he’s gotten out of her— But at the same time, it’s completely unfair how she’s simultaneously making this seem so casual and yet so impactful.

His train of thought quickly fades away as a small, weak laugh from Ashi breaks through, “Sorries, I got too serious there. You might as well call me Riddle or something at this point,” she murmurs, her voice not quite carrying the energy she intended, “Probs ‘cause it’s past my bedtime.”

Ace hears her sit up a little, and he still stares at the ceiling blankly as he hears the crinkles and turning of the blankets along the bed. His next words practically come out of thin air, cheeks still feeling warm.

“You really should talk more, Ashi.”

The noises he hears suddenly pause, and after a quaint moment of silence, he hears a relieved exhale from the other side of the bed.

“…Thanks, Acey.”

It’s then that Ace wonders if it’s not just his cheeks that are hotter than usual at that moment.

From there on out, Ace feels both better and worse about himself. Because, man, his chest begins to feel kinda weird when he sees her. He swears she’s gotten prettier somehow, but at the same time, he also feels proud that he’s Ashi’s special person— she basically said it herself, y’know? Part of him wonders if this is the farthest he’s gonna get. Both as a friend and, well, maybe more.

So he waits days on end, they have their sleepovers more and more often, and hell, they get to a point where they have sleepovers every day. Ah yeah, the VDC days, amirite?

In his head, Ace thinks that this “era” of “AshAce” (name made by him, proof is in his alchemy notebook) is an era in which their relationship deepened even further.

There’s multiple points and examples he could give, and he’d tell you about ‘em and brag all day if he could. But the most vivid memory for Ace, apart from the one he forcibly tried to forget out of embarrassment, has gotta be when he really saw Ashi speak her mind.

He remembers the rain pittering and pattering outside when he went to go and get a drink. It was a cool night, after everyone was done and exhausted from practice, so he figured the one who’s all “I need my beauty sleep!”, especially, was asleep. Well, until he saw a figure outside and flipped the freak out— Alas, it was just Ashi, but he found it to be pretty out of character for her. She’s notorious for being horrible at dressing herself for the cold, and he’s sure Vil would bark her head off if she got sick before their performance. Ace’s neck still aches in memory of all the times he’s been collared, and he knows that pain of being yelled at by a housewarden all too well. Knowing Ashi? She wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of discipline. So why’s she out there in the first place?

He makes his way outside to investigate, and knocks a couple times on the doorframe, same pattern as he would when stepping through her window. Ashi’s frame jumps in surprise, and she quickly turns around, body stiff and drops of rain across her skin.

“Oh, it’s just you, Acey.”

“You aren’t looking too hot. What’re you even doing out here?”

“Ah…” Her tone of voice trails off, and ends off with a sneeze. Not a good sign.

The boy lets out a somewhat disappointed sigh as he sits down next to her, aware of the sketchbook on the porch as she keeps to herself. Based on the way there’s endless scribbles and several notes floating around the halfway finished sketches, contrasting against the blissful, one-take doodles in class, Ace puts the pieces together and concludes that maybe he’ll stay quiet just this once, the best he can. To prevent himself from getting any more tuckered out, and to prevent Ashi clamming up again.

He doesn’t like oysters, and clams sure aren’t that different in this scenario.

Now that he’s got a better look at her though, Ashi doesn’t seem to be very warm. The rainy ambience gave everything a downer mood, and her lack of a dry jacket is concerning. Her cheeks are wet too; but Ace can’t tell if that’s a byproduct of the weather or her own emotions.

“You don’t wanna get sick, do you? Vil’s never gonna let you hear the end of it.” Ace mutters, as he takes his own NRC blazer and drapes it across Ashi’s shoulders. She gives a faint smile, one saying thanks, before it fades away once again.

“You know me~. Not good with cold weather.”

“You’re even worse with discipline.”

“Fairs.” Ashi sighs, her voice quavering a little. The vibes in the air aren’t it, as Ashi would usually say, and I guess that’s something to apologize for for her.

“Sorry,” she says. It’s a quick mutter, but Ace hears it. And he hears her act unravel further and further, feeling his own heart drop and drop.

Hesitant, she continues, “I’m— I think I’m too tired to keep anything up at this point. There’s been so many issues going on and with managing and performing in VDC and feeling homesick I can’t even look anyone in the face right now. I’m so worried that my smile doesn’t live up to what it usually does, and I’m worried that everyone’s gonna notice and it’s all gonna go to ruins and the whole process of learning the dance and song is gonna get so— so… I don’t know!

I wanna perform. I want to learn from the others, but I don’t want to show them an Ashi that they’ll be annoyed with or make them think she isn’t what she’s lived up to be. I just can’t muster up the courage to push the act, so I end up spiraling down and isolating myself which is so not it for a cooperative project like this. Even if I do show up, the heck are the odds that they’ll be satisfied with such a half-assed act. It’s so hard to keep up.”

And now I’m showing you all of this stuff that I don’t want you to see and it’s embarrassing. It’s… I’m sorry, Ace. I’m sorry.”

Her confession finally comes to an end, and Ashi falls into silence. Meanwhile, Ace’s response is said so quickly— It doesn’t even seem like he’s keeping up with his own words.

“Ashi, seriously, you know I really don’t care, right?”

“…Huh?”

“Actually. I don’t care at all. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I don’t give a care in the world if you’re crying on my shoulder or laughing and doodling on my paper in class,” a breathy laugh follows suit, “Great Seven, honestly, when are you gonna realize that?”

The way Ace’s words just fall out of his mouth make him feel like he’s being too honest and brash again, and he doesn’t want to hurt Ashi in any way. He stops himself for a second before looking at the brunette’s expression, delicate and yet invested. It’s not anything ordinary, and maybe someone would find it weird coming from her. But if anything, Ace is an honest man. Both of them know this.

“You… Man. You know how I said you should talk more? That still holds up. You should think less, if anything. You overthink all these things, and you’re so people pleaser about it. Like— C’mon! You know I’ve got your back. You don’t have to be so cautious and scared of things.”

Ashi can barely process his words.

“Just know that I…”

Ace pauses.

“I… care for you. A lot.”

The silence that follows after is awkward, sure. Two frozen figures under the thin overhead of Ramshackle dorm, and Ace feels like he’s fumbled his words. The one time he hesitates.

Yet, one more raindrop falls to the floor, breaking the silence. And after that, one, two, three follow pursuit.

She doesn’t say anything, and yet Ace hears so much. Offering her his shoulder, they spend just a while longer together, soaking in the moment. Ace doesn’t mind the tears soaking into his clothing. Because if it results in Ashi’s true, sunny smile shining his way, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

Of course, not without some lighthearted teasing.

It’s a bittersweet memory, Ace notes as he reminisces. A memory of many, but definitely one of the highlights, he thinks. Like he said, a pretty core point in their relationship, and an eye opener as to how Ashi works.

…He could even say it helped soothe his own insecurities too.

Ace would consider himself brash, assertive, and I guess in some cases, insensitive of other’s feelings. Other people think that too. It’s part of who he is, the troublemaking prankster he is. It’s a double edged sword. Sometimes people complain about your attitude and think you’re a dick, or sometimes people actually think you’re doing something good on a rare occasion.

While this kind of attitude could totally get you out of sticky scenarios, sometimes Ace’s heart hurts at the way people climb up before him. He did it to himself, really— I mean, he’s gained a reputation and at an expense, he just so happened to lose the chance of hearing some praise. The troublemaker gets something done? At least he’s actually done something. The good guy does it? Everyone’s cheering him on.

It stings a little.

It’s just the way he is, he knows it. He tells himself this again and again. He’s proud of it, but it’s hard to feel like he’s really accomplished something when people treat him the way they do. When he feels like he’s falling behind, all he can do is give snarky remarks to the people above him. He doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t gain anything.

But the rainy clouds fade away when Ashi’s near him, able to put all her trust in his care and see him as something better than a guy who’ll mess things up. She sees him as her knight in shining armor, and Ace’s heart heals.

To be someone people want to be around, and to have people see you for your true self without berating you because of it.

It’s something they both want. Something they both have, now that they’re together. Ace doesn’t wanna let that go. Not for one second.

These memories and thoughts with the girl he really loves are what Ace has to repeat in his mind, over and over and over again in this moment. Because when he’s standing in their little Heartslabyul hideout, the mood perfect and warm just like those paintings Ashi gushes about, voice clear and his back straight, he needs all the evidence he has.

He’s ready to take a shot at making this last forever.

Though, despite how determined he is, it’s not like he’s acting like his palms aren’t insanely sweaty right now. It’s lowkey embarrassing at how riled up he is about this.

Even in his basketball matches, he isn’t this nervous. But maybe it’s ‘cause Ashi isn’t cheering him on now that he’s really feeling the pressure? His thoughts wander and wander… couldn’t she get here sooner?

Jeez, how do you talk to girls again?

Ace has had a girlfriend before. He knows how to treat girls, but this opportunity is so much more stressful. Ashi’s not just a shot at a possible girlfriend for fun. He’s surprised himself if he’s being real about it, that he’s even this serious about them.

He didn’t intend for it to end up this way. To be friends, to best friends, to falling for one another and now, risking it all away in attempts to, what, kiss her? I guess it would be worth it. Wait— maybe he shouldn’t get too cocky about it. But doesn’t Ashi love him because he’s cocky? Wait a minute! Who said she even liked him like that in the first place?!

The redhead groans a little as he throws his head back. His last get-a-girl operation compared to this is insane. From boring stupid love to serious I-love-you-for-real love? Did Ashi really impact him this badly? Did her hopeless romantic disease spread to him too?! At this point, Ace doesn’t know if the break they spent apart while Ashi was off fighting Idia helped him calm down his feelings or make them more prominent.

He wallows in his thoughts a little longer, the doubt slowly consuming him, before a small noise of footsteps make their way towards him, causing him to straighten up. A patch of leaves open up, and Ashi waves through, catching Ace with somewhat of a goofy smile on his face.

Gosh, she really is pretty.

The nervous boy stands and waits for her to make her way towards him, and Ashi looks around the garden. Someone spruced it up, for sure. Starting out as just a simple hideout for Ace when he tried stalling from getting collared by Riddle, and turning into a hangout space for the two of them, Ashi never would’ve thought she’d see it in its full glory like this. Some cute fairy lights, treats on the small table, and even considering her fear of the dark, something about the atmosphere here still makes her feel delighted. It’s nice, but it obviously gives the suspicion that something’s gonna happen.

While she’s stuck enjoying the scenery, Ace can’t help but feel his smile getting even goofier as he watches her. The smile that shines through as she looks over at him tells Ace that he’s gotten successful with the first part.

“Ahaha. Acey, everything’s so bedazzled. What’s happening?” Ashi jokes, her voice chiming through the nighttime breeze. The redhead chuckles a little, before stepping another step closer.

“Just got something to tell you. It’s not a bad joke this time, I swear,” Ace comments, trying to keep the mood light, “So I tried getting the vibes to translate through this and that. Artsy, right? You proud?” He gives a snarky smile, gaining a laugh from the brunette.

“Yeah yeah~. So what is it?” Ashi tilts her head, awaiting for the big reveal. Ace gulps, before going on ahead. Just like he planned.

“Listen, I know that we haven’t really gotten time to spend with eachother since the end of VDC, but the whole break while you were gone… It got me to think about some stuff.” He starts off, focusing on the way Ashi’s expression changes along the way, “It made me really think of all the stuff we’ve been through, together, and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about how close we’ve gotten since you got here.

And NRC is filled to the brim with guys. Heck, some of them even have crushes on you. But…” Ace exhales, his heartbeat quickening as he starts to forget his lines. But in proper Trappola fashion, he bounces back and decides to go with his gut.

Brows furrowed as he clasps Ashi’s hands in his and pulls it to his chest, he spills his heart out to her.

“But none of those guys, and I mean none of them deserve you! You deserve someone you can laugh and cry with. Someone who won’t hate on you for showing something a little weaker than a big grin. Like me.

No matter what, even if we ever butt heads, you know I’ll always set it straight. Heck— I don’t even know how much time you have left in Twisted Wonderland— and I don’t know how much time we have left together. But none of that matters.

Because, Ashi— I love you.

I love you and I want to spend every single second with you. As something more than friends. Something where I can give you all the love you deserve, and you don’t have to be scared.

So please, just answer me.

Will you let me?”

The stars shine in Ashi’s eyes as she processes Ace’s words, and he feels his heart beating out of his chest. The tension is insane, and he can’t do anything but watch her for any sign of a reaction.

Stars, dancing in her eyes as they tear up and shine, her cheeks being painted a rosy red, and her shining smile falling into a soft one.

“Ace…”

“I love you, Ash.”

She laughs as her face faces downwards, hair falling over her eyes, “You idiot…” she mutters, before looking Ace in the eyes once again.

“I love you too. A lot.” Ashi confesses back, voice choking up a little as she laughs again. Again and again. It’s music to Ace’s ears, and he can't help but find himself laughing along as he picks her up and hugs her like it was her last. The two simmer in their emotions for a while, tears and jolly laughter transforming the atmosphere into a lovely and bright scene.

This is another memory to mark down, Ace subconsciously thinks as he holds Ashi in his arms, one to look back on again and again.

And he can’t wait to make even more memories from here on out.

#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THO #and a big thank you to the tenkaku server for helping me out <3 #welcome to my ace characterization!!!!!!#hope it gives better insight on ashi’s chara too #ashace #ace trappola #twstshi #ashi tamadai #twst oc #twst oc x canon #twisted wonderland #twst #THAT SHOULD BE IT I THINK……#mini spoilers but <3 fun fact I referenced Ace’s ghost marriage proposal/speech in his confession #teehee

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 6 months

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Wildcard#1 Thirteen with an Undead!Mc

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was it a bad idea to let them keep living after dying and getting brought back as an undead? yeah completely being undead just made them even more reckless than before, but is it the best mistake she ever did and would never take back? yes Thirteen doesn´t regret a thing and would always do it again

also dying and coming back is just a normal tuesday for them so what would have changed if they died? Hell if their afterlife would have been in the Devildom or the Celestial Realm she knows they would have found a way to stay with everybody they care about or even found a way to continue living, she just made it easy for them by just letting them keep going

it was also influenced by her own feelings for them but she already had that discussion with somebody and she doesn´t want to keep thinking about that sham of a Sorcerer, unless it involves planning his Death than it would be something she would gladly think and talk about

back to the important things though, no matter what could have happened she knew they could easily come back for better or for worse at least in this situation considering most cases like this it was for the better, not just for them but everybody involved who knows what a crazy corpse with a bunch of Magic could do but considering they were always like this it wouldn´t have been anything new

also you have to eat Human flesh and drink blood but that also is nothing new and just another point to your “which is the more fucked up Human” score, unsurprisingly your now in a tie with Solomon and yes everybody knows you aren´t anymore but it´s to funny to stop now

“did you just another point to the score board?” and there they are, as if somebody summoned them… or they just got better at sneaking around the House

“I remembered we never added a point for cannibalism”

“I´m not Human anymore so no cannibalism”

“you ate it even before dead” they just shrugged “I also ate Angel and Demon flesh so no surprise there”

“for most people doing or even worse admitting this isn´t an everyday thing”

“yeah living with Demons does that to you” Thirteen can believe that, when those guys are involved they always get into trouble she´s more surprised by the fact that nobody ever died in their weird and sometimes ridiculous adventures “I feel like getting killed multiple times by them isn´t the worst thing that happened to you”

“ugh don´t remind me after my first death they were far to carefree in how they should act around me, I swear I can still feel my broken bones” Thirteen doesn´t doubt it, I mean they said it was a nice way to go but Beel literally hugged them to Death once so she wouldn´t be surprised if some were still broken, healing your body is kinda weird when the heart stops but the flesh still moves

“that´s just how Demons are though most of them tend to be even worse, and other Demon would have gladly eaten you” or worse Thirteen had to fight plenty of Demons to get back some souls they devoured “just saying I mean Belphie threw me down the stairs yesterday” oddly enough they had more of a fond look on their face more than anything almost like it was a good memory “and you didn´t break anything? wow I´m impressed usually when you fall you claim your really hurt and need somebody to carry you or does that only happen when I´m around?” they seemed a bit embarrassed by this just the look she wanted to see it´s always fun to tease them a bit

“okay but even if I did it on purpose do you know how many would kill to be in you position?”

“Seven rulers of Hell, two Angels, a Human Sorcerer and a Butler, the future Ruler of the Devildom and a Royal Demon that acts like he hates you” they thought for a moment but then nodded “gonna be honest the biggest surprise is that you think Raphael would want to spend time with me”

“my biggest surprise is that you would even think that, after Asmo your the most wanted person and not just in the Criminal sense”

“to bad for everybody else I already have somebody else, because the one I like the most is the Reaper who constantly tries to murder my kinda teacher and friend” Thirteen scoffed “thanks to him were in all of this trouble anyway, don´t even get me started on how difficult it was getting your soul back into the body” she hesitated for a moment “though as difficult as it will be I might have to thank him for getting you back”

“aww I knew you loved me”

“I take it back he should have just let you rot and kept letting your soul wander around until the end of time”

“I love you too Thirteen”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me fanfic #obey me thirteen x mc #obey me thirteen #obey me thirteen x reader

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AWAY TO OUR HOMETOWN

with every choice you open more timelines, so make sure you stay in your lane!

some of the scenes are common to all timelines, so if you go back to change one of your choices, be aware that you might have to reread some scenes. (it´s a formatting setback sowwy)

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

you pull out your phone, the screen lighting up with huening´s message. the text sits there, telling you that he has arrived, but as you glance around he's nowhere to be seen. you lean against a pillar, watching as the hustle and bustle of commuters gradually fades away. but there's no sign of him.

the train station buzzes with activity as you step off the train, the salty tang of the ocean air hitting you for the first time in seven years. it´s been so long since you left, but every sight, sound, and smell feels like it's been etched into your memory forever.

minutes tick by until your phone jolts you form your thoughts with a buzz. "kai?" you ask into the phone.

"hey, i'm here! where are you?"

"outside the station, waiting for you!" you exclaim.

"i'm... there too? are you sure you took the right train?"

"of course i did! i don't see..." you start, then freeze as your gaze lands on a figure a few meters away, waiting by his car—a blonde boy, talking on his phone. no way.

you begin to approach cautiously, trying to appear nonchalant in case this turns out to be some random stranger. but as you draw closer, his features become unmistakable —the almond-shaped eyes, the greek nose, that fair skin... absolutely no way.

and the closer you get, the more his face lights up in recognition, mirroring your own astonishment. before you know it, you're both running towards each other to finally merge into a tight hug.

"hueningie!? i couldn't recognise you! you... woah, look at you!"

"me? what happened to you?" he says, returning the hug. "are you cool now? why do you look good?"

"shut up! you´re the one who looks like a male model."

"aw, not a male model." he laughs, striking the zoolander pose, which of course, you return. your cousin and you are both apparently hot now, yes. but forever dorks.

you share a laugh before he hugs you again. "ugh, it´s been so long!"

"it really has..." you agree, pulling back to look at him again. "you're so grown... woah. and you're blond now?"

"it´s the beach trend, shut up." he mumbles, a hint of embarrassment colouring his cheeks.

"hey, but what was the surprise..."

and kai opens his mouth, but never gets to unveil the surprise, as the car door swings open with a bang, and a blur of orange comes hurtling towards you accompanied by a ecstatic, familiar voice.

"I MISSED YOU, I MISSED YOU, I MISSED YOU!"

"YUNJIN," you screech back, heart leaping with joy.

she practically tackles kai away to embrace you in a tight hug that threatens to knock you off balance.

"she insisted on coming to pick you up..." kai mutters from his forcefully secondary spot. but you know their dynamic too well—it's all part of their frenemies routine.

"you look so pretty, yunjin!" you tell her. "doesn't she, kai?"

your cousin looks away and mumbles something impossible to decipher, but you're so hyped to see your best friend after so many years that you even forget to check how red his ears must have gotten so you can tease him about it later.

the three of you hop on the car, you taking the front passenger seat (honorary spot for the honorary guest!) and instead of praising kai for how much he's grown and how mature he looks, you and yunjin spend the whole trip making fun at his driving skills.

you enjoy every bit of the scenery, rolling down the window to breathe the summer air. you have nothing to do, for the first time in your life, you have nothing to do– no extra courses, no language lessons for extra credit, no nothing– and it feels as freeing as it is terrifying. that tranquility, you're gonna have to get used to it.

as promised, you pull up to dan's bakery, and of course, huening gets tasked in democratic election to be one to fetch the pastries. as he leves the car you hear him curse under his breath, something along the lines of "watch me turn forty and still be the errand boy."

as soon as he disappears through the bakery's door, you seize the opportunity to whirl around and face yunjin. "so. what's the deal?"

yunjin's eyes widen slightly before she puts on her best innocent face. "what are you talking about?"

"you and kai. don't tell me no advances were made in the past seven years."

"please, it was just a silly crush from middle school." she rolls her eyes, a hint of defensiveness in her tone. "i'm way past that now."

"sure..."

"i am! what a masochistic i would be, to let old emotions get the best of me." she says. and not only did it rhyme, she added a certain tune to it, so you could only figure that she had just quoted a song. "hueningie is my best friend. i was a bit into him when i was, what, twelve?" she says. and you think to yourself eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen... but she continues. "it´s ancient history. totally extinct."

"alright, fine," you relent, not wanting to push her too far. but then a memory resurfaces, your expression getting a tad more serious. "you know, talking ancient history... i met this boy named soobin on the train..."

"oh, you met him already! yes, he's cool. he became close friends with us, first year high school." she says casually. "we promised to come back during the summer."

"well, do you know if he's friends with someone who... you know, bullied me during middle school or something... he arrived here after i left, so i guess it would make sense..." you trail off.

"soobin? nah, he's not that type. he hangs out with huening and beomgyu mostly... they keep to themselves, little cult of dorks. it´s cute."

"...beomgyu?"

"yeah, you remember him, right? he was in our class. quiet kid, he played guitar in the band,"

"ah, yes!" you exclaim after a few seconds of recalling. "he worked part-time for my grandmother when she broke her hip and couldn't work in the garden. he used to come over a lot."

"well, the three of them got tight in high school. but beomgyu went through this phase, got all cocky for a while. he got hot on our junior and started dating..."

"the three of them are pretty guys, come on..."

"yeah, but huening is a loser–"

"a man of a single woman, you mean."

"shut it." she says before continuing. "and soobin is..."

"not straight."

"not in the slightest. and it's not like a gay boy has got many chances to date in a small town like this." she says. "so beomgyu broke their cult dynamic, they had their fair share of arguments. but he's mellowed out since then. actually..." she leans closer, a mischievous glint in her eye. "i wanted to run something by you,"

"what's that?" you raise your eyebrow.

"a bit of a spy mission." she says.

"huh?"

"i think something went down the summer before we left for uni," yunjin explains. "they all changed a bit. huening clammed up, beomgyu went back to being a sweet kid, and soobin got even quieter. and then they started hanging out with that guy, taehyun, of all people. it's weird, right? taehyun's in with jintaek's rugby crowd, and they're like their own little clique."

"i guess it is weird. ill help you find out, definitely... woah i'm hang now."

"right? oh, and they also became friends with someone else..."

"...who?"

"well, he's got cool hair, cool necklaces and is married to his surf board..." she trails off, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

"oh no." you say, burying your face in your hands.

"come on," yunjin chuckles. "don't tell me you're still embarrassed because of what happened."

"i will always be embarrassed about it, christ..."

"why? it happened so long ago! i'm sure he doesn't even remember. you could go for it! he's practically glued to the beach so you'll definitely run into him and we both know he's a bit of a player, so, easy catch!"

you scoff at the idea. "i'll go for it if you go for him," you counter, nodding subtly in huening's direction as he returns from the bakery, clumsily balancing three boxes and a paper bag in his mouth.

yunjin's gaze turns murderous. "watch it."

you got the pastries and some lore from while you were away, now let's go home !!

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hi, i saw you recommended some lgbtq books a while ago but it's impossible to find anything from tumblr later on, so do you know any good fantasy/sci-fi/action/contemporary m/m books? like with actual plot instead of just romance and also with characters and (platonic) relationships other than the main couple. thanks!

hiiiii, sorry this is super late, but of course i can!

(apologies in advance cos some of these are prob books i’ve recced before 🤪✌🏻)

-> captive prince trilogy (cs pacat) | if you’re looking for something with actual plot, cp has a big political overarching plot that’s super compelling about the two princes of neighbouring enemy kingdoms trying to reclaim their respective thrones. there’s lots of triggering content so do look it up before… but while the romance is the main event, the political aspect of the book is really detailed and engaging.

-> dark rise trilogy (cs pacat) | 2 out of 3 books are out currently and the m/m romance is not the focus so far though it’s been well teased/a good slow start. the whole trilogy is a subversion of the classic medieval chosen one trope ft. an old world of magic being reawakened, a dark king’s return and an order of knights trying to prevent it. great found family vibes. ya historical fantasy.

-> hither page (cat sebastian) | a jaded spy and a shell-shocked country doctor team up to solve a murder in postwar england. historical murder mystery!

-> big bad wolf series (charlie adhara) | an ex fbi agent gets transferred to a secret agency dealing with werewolf crimes after being attacked by one of them. human and werewolf relations are tense and he ends up paired with a wolf agent from the wolf agency that echoes his to solve a series of brutal crimes. ok, i know this sounds like straight up werewolf porn, but i was really surprised by how engaging and well written the mysteries were in this series. i’m talking twists and shit, compelling/complex side characters…. this series completely took me by surprise.

-> seven summer nights (harper fox) | post war england, a shell-shocked archaeologist and a vicar fall in love while trying to uncover a small town’s archaeological mystery in the south downs.

-> the last binding series (freya markse) | edwardian magical mystery series, each book focuses on a different queer couple while following an overarching mystery/plot that threatens the welfare of magical britain. big found family vibes, lots of great side characters introduced in each book that then become leads in later books, beautiful writing.

-> a taste of gold and iron (alexandra rowland) | ottoman empire inspired fantasy world, a prince and his bodyguard must investigate a break in at one of their guilds, the results of which could save their queen’s reign.

-> the will darling adventures (kj charles) | 1920s mystery adventure series. great side characters, insp by 20s pulp novels. a wwi vet turned bookseller get swiped up in mystery and a spy he’s not sure he can trust. first one is a bit slower, but it picks up in book 2 & 3.

-> the kingdoms (natasha pulley) | 19th century alternate history mystery. an amnesiac journeys from london to a scottish lighthouse to try and unlock the mystery of his forgotten past. complex narrative and extremely immersive storytelling. the romance is central but subtle.

-> the binding (bridget collins) | 19th century historical fantasy. emmet is training to be a bookbinder in a world where books contain people’s memories and are highly controversial… eternal sunshine of the spotless mind vibes.

-> less (andrew sean greer) | arthur less is going on a worldwide literary tour to avoid going to his ex’s wedding. this book really took me by surprise, it was so delightful.

-> the house in the cerulean sea (tj klune) | linus baker, a case worker for the department in charge of magical youth, gets sent to an orphanage for so labelled 'dangerous' children in order to evaluate whether they're about/able to end the world and if the orphanage/the man in charge of it is best for them. big feel good book, really funny, great found family vibes, subtle love story, wonderful side characters.

-> the bedlam stacks (natasha pulley) | merrick tremayne is called upon by the india office to go on a dangerous expedition deep in peru to fetch quinine (essential for the treatment of malaria) despite the debilitating injury that almost cost him a leg. every expedition before his has yielded no results apart from dead bodies, but merrick has family history deep in the country so he goes against his better judgement. there, he meets raphael, a priest surrounded by strange stories of disappearances, cursed woods and living stones, and who might hold the key to his family’s past. really cool world building, really immersive writing, very subtle romance. more plot heavy than romance heavy, but it's still !!!!

-> salt magic, skin magic (lee welch) | lord thorny is cursed and can't leave his father's estate. trapped there for over a year now, he is slowly losing his mind. until industrial magical john blake arrives on the land to investigate an unrelated case involving witchcraft. soon enough the men get closer and must work together to figure out a way to break thorny's curse. historical fantasy, good mystery, fun twists. i haven't read this one in a while, but i remember really enjoying the mythology.

-> the watchmaker of filiigree street & sequel (natasha pulley) | telegraphist thaniel receives a mysterious watch on his birthday whose pre-set alarm saves him from a terrorist bombing on scotland yard. since the bomb was made with clockwork parts and only the bomber could have known when to set the alarm, thaniel is sent by a detective investigating the bombing to live with the suspected watchmaker to figure out what’s going on. sherlock holmes vibes. slow burn/subtle romance. delightful writing.

-> under the whispering door (tj klune) | an unpleasant and selfish man in life, wallace price meets his reaper at his near-empty funeral and gets taken to a whimsical tea shop where he meets hugo, the ferryman whose job it is to help him move on and crossover into the afterlife. a task that becomes complicated as wallace starts developing feelings for hugo. found family vibes.

#about me #books #book rec

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spicymiilk · 11 months

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Work up today feeling Blegh so instead of actually writing or drawing or painting I will be teasing Crop Circles with a list of Modern Au Nocorro HC’s enjoy

- this one has been in my head forever. Spider has a septum piercing, 100%. He does all his piercings by himself in someone’s basement with the most unhygienic needles known to man and it’s a miracle and a testament to his rock hard immune system that his ears haven’t fallen off. He and Neteyam begin to bond when Neteyam (who has to try to break out of perfect first son mold) asks him to pierce his nose

- projecting here, but Neteyam is a pottery guy. He’s on the debate team and quite frankly he’s insufferable and stupid smart, but in his downtime he goes to the local ceramics studio and goes on the wheel and makes things.

- spider’s a foster kid, which inherently comes with so much trauma and problems but one of his biggest unseen ones is he’s always living life with one foot out the door

- Neteyam’s damage is absolutely his insane, balls off the wall self-management and the expectations he has for himself. He’s incredibly uptight but not in a good way, he’s just incapable of relaxing. A chronic fixer, always looking for solutions to every single persons problem

- in this AU, Neytiri is gods gift to mankind. She met Jake before he become paralyzed, and stuck through with him and practically got a second degree in nursing (her first was geophysics, our educated queen) while learning how to help

- the Sully’s begin fostering when Lo’ak and Kiri turn seven (yes, they are twins again. You can pry twins Lo’ak and Kiri out of my cold dead hands) and stop for a while after Tuk is born. They see many different sorts of children and Neytiri, who works from home, becomes AMAZING at reading kids

- Jake is the Dad ever. He’s so good. There’s something inherently soothing about his presence, and he’s a tiny bit gruff sometimes, but only on bad pain days. Otherwise, he’s instrumental to showing a bunch of kids that fathers and men could be good people. He plays with little kids and teenager fosters alike, and he religiously talks with Neytiri to find out what each kid needs

- once neteyam hits 15, he starts helping out with the younger fosters as well, as a big brother figure. Tuk teaches him a lot, so he’s able to tune in to the soft and mushy gushy part of himself to hang out with children

- he tries to employ some of these techniques with Spider, since he forgets to turn that part of himself off, and Spider thinks he’s literally insane

- Like Neteyam will slip into like baby-talk while Spider’s in the room and they make horrible, split second eye contact

- They know each other from school, and Spider used to be a grade above until he failed a year and had to repeat a year. He n Neteyam are seniors at the local high school, but run in drastically different circles

- spider is a massive loner, with like a diehard bestie who’s probably a bit of an addict or a fellow foster kid and Neteyam’s got fake friends galore, in the most stereotypical high school way. They had one project together in some English class way back when and it’s Neteyam’s only memory of Spider, but they were like 12 and Spider is drastically different now, and Neteyam can’t really reconcile with that

- go read @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie ‘s fast food AU HC list a BUNCH of shit will pop up in this modern au

#spider socorro #neteyam #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #spicywrites #trying so hard to say things without spoiling things #pottery neteyam came to me in a dream #it’s so perfect I can’t explain why

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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How do you think the Riddlers would react to the Reader suddenly flashing them out of nowhere? Like, they're minding their own business, working on their funny little riddles, and then all of the sudden, their naughty darling of a partner just surprises him with a sexy display of their titties.

Riddlers x Flashing

Riddler Headcanons i think the riddlers would all be pleased to see any kind of titties on any kind of bodies on any kind of gender and i for one agree with them request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sex work, suggestive language, daddy!kink

unburied

uh...sure! you have anything else you'd like to show him? oh come on! he's kidding, but only a little but, especially if you're into it. are you into it? aw come on look at him! he's just a little guy, don't you wanna show a little guy a really good time? he promises he's not little where it counts and if you lift your shirt again he can show you just how not little he is. ok ok ok stop hitting him he'll stop

dano

in the middle of his stream? was he really ranting on about injustice for so long that this was the only way you could get his attention? well it worked. sorry guys, got to go, keep up the creepy incel vibes i have to bounce because of reasons, well two reasons...ok now you have his attention and he's got his little heart eyes on. if only tits had been enough to truly stop him, they would have been awarded medals of honour

gotham

oh golly. oh my. oh d-dear, uh...he has to go. right now. he'll be right back. and please don't think he's not interested or that you've put him off! he just has to...he has to...give him two seconds! uh while you wait, here's a riddle! i am brothers with shame, by a different name, blood in a rush, i can make your cheeks blush, what am i? wait! blood rushing to cheeks...nowhere else...

arkham

he is very aware that he hasn't stopped working for seven hours straight but he wants to get this finished, so if you could just pass that wrench and then-oh...ok, maybe he has a few minutes to take a break. no no! don't put them away. fine then, spoil sport. but you know he has a photographic memory, right? he'll be filing this away for those long nights behind the soldering iron

twojar

hey. don't ever do that again, ok? he's over here working so hard, trying to focus on his plans, and you're going to come in here and expose yourself and then expect him to be able to ignore how hot you are? why don't you come a little bit closer and do it again? he can show you how to really tease someone. he's grateful you're returning the favour though, he knows how much you like it when he has his shirt open (which is always)

telltale

double take. awkward averting of his eyes. desperately trying to pretend that he either hasn't notice or doesn't care. he's just going to go straight back to what he was doing without saying anything, like nothing even happened. but his mouth is very dry and his voice cracks the next time he has to speak, and everything he does is slightly wrong, miscalculations, fumbling, he can't seem to focus and i wonder why...

young justice

"m-mommy..." uh sorry, now he has no idea what he was just doing, or thinking, or who he even is, or WAIT don't...don't pull your shirt back down i-if that's ok? and no that's nothing in his pants, it's just the way the seams sit, he's fine! he's totally seen someone shirtless before in real life, of course he has! he's just blushing because your *insert dumb word for breasts here because he was too scared to say tits, probably says boobies tbh* are the nicest he's ever seen

capullo

ok...? so...? do you think you get something special for this? you should just be doing this regularly. in fact take the whole shirt off, for the rest of the day you're both going to be walking around nude in case the mood takes him. but get out of the way he's watching tv, they're broadcasting a documentary about him and he thinks he's really gonna like how he comes off, especially in the mugshots they have of him

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 3 months

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Topper What is the worst teasing that Rango has ever played on you?

Topper: "Okay, let me think... Hm... You really want to know...? The whole situation was just, horrendous..."

"Way back in the day... Rango was probably seven, eight, maybe nine years old. So I was about five or six, possibly seven... It was our first sleepover at someone else's house. And, I have absolutely no clue why I had to go. I didn't know a single person there. They were all Rango's friends! And much older than me. I think Hariet and Spewart (Who was still Theresa at the time) were trying to have a "girl's night," so I pretty much got kicked out..."

"Since I didn't know anyone there, and was honestly scared of every person I saw... I just sat off to the side, waiting for when I could finally go home. Eventually, I had to piss... And you need to understand, when I was younger, if I felt like I had to go, I'd have, at most, five minutes to get myself to a toilet before my bladder would just give up on me. I was far too scared to ask anyone for help, so I tried to just search for the bathroom myself... Didn't find it in time... Went back to sitting off to the side, soaked, REALLY wanting to go home..."

"Soon enough, Rango found me sitting behind some furniture in a corner, stuck in cold, wet shorts. And what did he do? He started loudly laughing at and making fun of me. The commotion was loud enough that his friends came to where he was and started picking on me, too. So now, with Rango, there was like, eleven boys I didn't know at ALL, who were all twice my size, standing in front of me, pointing, laughing, the whole nine yards... I don't even remember what they were saying, but I remember how I felt. I felt so humiliated... And all I remember doing was just sitting there and tearing up, knowing there was nothing I could do. Really, REALLY wishing I was at home."

"Later on, the parent of the house had found me and discovered that I'd had an accident and generally just didn't seem to be having a good time. So he called my (foster) parents to come pick me up and take me home. Well, when my mom showed up, she said she was taking Rango, too. Not sure why... I guess she didn't want to have to drive all the way back the next morning... But Rango was LIVID. This was his first ever sleepover, and he was so excited for it! In his eyes, things were going so well up until now!"

"On the drive home... Rango beat the everloving shit out of me in the back seat. And our mom didn't seem to notice at all. He punched me, kicked me, slapped me, bit me a few times, and told me that I was a disgrace and had completely ruined everything. No matter how many times I said I was sorry, he never stopped. NOW, I had wished that I wasn't going home and had stayed at the sleepover without complaining... But overall, I think I really wished that I was never born in the first place... When we finally got home, I was covered in blood, bruises, scratches, missing a tooth, and wet myself AGAIN."

"I don't recall much of the night after that point... I'm sure Hariet was disappointed that "girl's night" was ruined... I remember getting a nice hot bath and then being babied by Spewart for a while... Actually, I think I ended up falling asleep in his arms. And... If memory serves, for the whole rest of the week, Rango refused to talk to me, unless it was to say something super mean... And if I got too close, he'd try to choke me."

"Some details are a little fuzzy, but... For the most part, that is one of my most vivid memories from childhood. Some of the worst feelings I ever felt... It wasn't necessarily the "teasing" that made me feel so horrible, but... Rango's actions as a whole. I don't like telling this story much because of all the horrible memories it brings back. But, I'm sure if I retold the story to Rango now, he'd feel awful about what he'd done... As he should."

#broodal lore

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doasyoudesireandlive · 1 year

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Just how good were you this year?

Pairing: bestfriend!Nick Fowler x reader (friends to lovers AU)

word count: 1.9k

Summary: your bestfriend Nick wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend. But can you play your part?

warnings: nicknames, friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, suggestive language, smut, thigh riding, dirty talk if you squint,praising, light choking. sexual activities in public.

a/n: So this is my secret santa gift for the lovely @mrsmischief209 Ellie <3 hope you like it girl! The dialogue prompt is: "just how good were you this year?" the festive devise was Christmas party with the lovely Nick Fowler! This is my first time writing for Nick, so I hope it turned out ok. Please do tell if I've missed out on any warnings. The board is made my the wonderful @late-to-the-party-81

English is not my first language and this not beta'ed. Proof read by myself, so sorry about all the mistakes.

«Nick… Are you serious? Is that your great idea?» You look at your best friend with disbelief in your eyes. He just finished telling you about his company’s Christmas party and that he may or may not have told everyone that his lovely girlfriend would be attending. Problem being that he don’t have a girlfriend, his last relationship ended months ago.

Nick simply smirk at you, humor and hope glimmering in his eyes. “Hold on, let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” Nick nods.

You burst out in laughter. “Oh Nick, you moron! They’ll never buy that! Unless all of your colleagues are idiots… but considering your line of work, they are not”

You do a little twirl, gesturing with your hands. “Look at me! I’m not even your type.” Nick stands up.

“Now what do you know about my type? Hmm? I think you are beautiful, you know that. You dumbass” he hugs you tight.

“You think? Hmm, never knew, thought you were friends with me cos I make you look good” You tease, knowing that he would hear the sarcasm in your voice.

Stepping back, he hold on to your shoulders. “I’m going to send you a dress. And Nat. I’m picking you up at 8 sharp tomorrow. Better get your best girlfriend behavior on!” he presses a kiss on your cheek and wink at you.

“See you, love” ha calls as he walks out your door. “Later, dumbass” you call after him with a smile on your lips.

Then the memory of when you two met pop up in your mind.

First year of college. You are walking around shitfaced at a frat party after a round (or three) of beer pong. A pair of strong hands grip your waist. “Where are you going, baby?” John Walker slurring out the words, stinking of cheap vodka and cigarettes.

“I’m going home. I need to go home” you hiccup, all of the sudden feeling kinda sick.

“My house is just down the street, babe, why don’t you join me?” he tugs at your arm, not giving up as he feel you struggle against him. “No, John! Let me go!”

“Ah, Y/N! There you are!” an unfamiliar voice calls out. A rather tall brunette comes bursting through the crowd to get you. “Our ride is on the way, love.” He looks at you with kind blue eyes, an understanding smile faint on his lips.

“Who the fuck are you?” Walker’s voice is low, like a growling dog. “I’m her boyfriend. Nick. Nick Fowler” Nick says while extending his hand out for Walker to shake. Walker doesn’t take his hand, he simply glares at the both of you, and turns around to leave. You can hear him mutter “fucking bitch” under his breath as he walks away.

“Thank you, Nick. I owe you big time.” Nick smiles and hold out his hand for you to take. “Let’s get you home” You intertwine your fingers with his and you walk out the door.

He came to your recue so maybe it was time to repay the favor. Thought you were not really sure if you was the best candidate for the mission. Why didn’t he just bring Nat? The gorgeous redhead was right up there in Nick’s league. She was an eleven and a half, on a scale from one to ten. You were more like a seven and a half. Maybe eight on a good day? Shaking your head at your own thoughts, you do your evening routine and go to bed. You need your rest to put on the performance of a lifetime tomorrow evening.

You sit and enjoy your morning coffee when your doorbell ring. You’re on your way to open it when Nat casually walks in with a goon in tow carrying what looks like a truckload of stuff.

“Just put it down here, Hugh. Thank you.” Nat waves at the big man and he nod his head and walk out the door.

“Hi, baby!” Nat embraces you in a big hug, and kisses both your cheeks before stepping back. “You should hide your spare key better, anyone could find it out there,” She say in a casual voice, pressing the key into your hand.

You simply shake your head and put the key on the table. “Hi, Nat. Please come on in.” The sarcasm in your voice make Nat smirk and she starts to unpack all the stuff she brought, while chatting away. This was gonna be one long day of pampering.

“Wow, babygirl! You look amazing!” Nat is very pleased with her work and signal for you to turn around for her. You giggle and turn around, actually feeling very sexy. The outfit is perfect, nice satin underwear, and a beautiful dress enhancing your figure. The spotless hair and makeup done by Nat was like a cherry on top. A knock on the door rip you out of your little show.

“That’s Nick. Have a good time, babe. I expect a full report!” Nat points her finger at you, then brushing a strand of hair away from your face before pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“Ha! Sure you do!” you say with sarcasm in your voice. Your gaze soften “Thank you, Nat. I mean really, I couldn’t have done this myself,” as you gesture to your outfit. A second knock is heard, a bit harder now.

“Coming!” You call out, grabbing your purse and blowing Nat a kiss. Reaching your door, you open to find Nick standing there. He looks like wet dream. A black suit with a black shirt, and the tie matching your dress.

“Y/N, wow, you look… you look fantastic” He says, something dark flashing in his eyes before he regain his posture and hold out his arm for you to take. “Shall we?” A smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eyes makes him look like prince Charming.

“You don’t look too shabby yourself,” you giggle as you take his arm. You spot him looking at you when you sit in the car, the possessiveness in his eyes making a shiver go down your spine and a spark of arousal burn between your legs.

After clearing your throat, you say “So… What’s our story?” Nick smile at you. “Oh, babe, you know our story. We’re gonna tell them that we met in college and became best friends that turned to lovers.” He says it all with a gleam in his eye.

Then an insecurity comes creeping from nowhere. “Nick… do you expect them to believe that? I mean… You’re so handsome it hurts and I’m, well… Not bad?” A nervous laugh escape your mouth after you say the last words.

Nicks eyes go dark. “Don’t you ever, ever, say that again. You are the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. Don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart, you are a sex bomb” his gaze soften and you lick your lip as you lean in towards him. His breath fan over your lips and you can just about taste him. The tension is thick in the air, making it feel like you can’t breathe properly. His hand is cupping your jaw, then gliding down to wrap around your throat. A tiny moan escape your lips and he smirk and whisper

“So responsive” He leans in and you meet in a filthy kiss. The grasp on your neck tighten and you whimper into his mouth, making him groan and break the kiss. “Mmm, you taste too sweet; feel what you do to me.” Grabbing your hand and bringing it to the front of his suit slacks. The rock hard erection there makes you chuckle, and the hiss from him as you stroke your hand over it, is like music to your ears. The car stop, and you see that you have arrived to the party.

Nick adjust his slacks before stepping out and holding his hand out for you to take. You walk in and you feel like a Hollywood star. The venue is ridiculous, too big and too fancy for your taste. You meet some of Nick’s colleagues and they are all so polite and lovely, making you feel welcome.

“Hey, Nick!” a whiny female voice calls out. “Carly. Hi.” Nick say with a neutral voice. Carly is eyeing you up and down, not looking impressed. She was one of the bombshell receptionists, you know the kind, tall and skinny. And pretty in a Barbie-way.

“So, Nicky, who is she?” Carly point her finger at you, trailing it all the way up your body. You’re taken aback by her rudeness, and cling a bit tighter to Nicks arm.

“Well, Carly. This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Carly.” Carly looks taken aback as you extend your hand for her to shake. She simply look at is and shrug, before turning to walk away. You stand there with your hand extended and feel like an idiot.

“Nick, I don’t think I can do this.” You look at him, with humiliation and nervousness in your eyes. He brings you closer, and wrap you in a hug.

“I think you can do this just fine, Sugar” the nickname makes wetness pool in your panties. “Be a good girl for me, will you? I’ll make it worth your while” His voice is low, husky and promising in your ear. His hands travel down your body, settling on your ass.

“Damn, you feel amazing” The praise making your knees week and a breathy moan leave your lips as you lean into the embrace. The light is dim around you and the music playing in the background makes you sway around in a tight embrace. You don’t even think, you just tilt your head up and kiss him. All the suppressed feelings come rushing to the surface and desire makes your knees weak and head dizzy.

Nick brings you even closer, slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. The friction and the fact that you’re out in public make you gasp and slightly pull away. Strong arms catch you and hold you still.

“You like that? Hmm? Don’t worry, Sugar, nobody is looking. And if they are, let them look, cos you are mine.”

You can feel the boundaries breaking inside and you find yourself rubbing your clothed pussy against his thigh. A low chuckle is huffed into your ear and he whisper, “just how good were you this year?” He grab your waist to push you down harder and swallow a moan escaping your mouth with a breathy kiss. “Cos you know love, good girls gets anything they want.” His deep voice makes you tremble and his words brings you closer to the high you’re chasing.

“Just say the words, and I will give you everything.” A shiver run down your spine as you whisper in his ear.

“I’ve been a good girl this year, Sir” a low growl is all you hear, before you’re hoisted up in strong arms and carried out of there. He brings you into a conference room and slams the door behind him, before putting you down on the edge the table, then stepping back. Loosening up his tie, pulling off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“You see, Sugar… Every good girl has to prove that she’s a good girl.” His words makes you wetter than ever, slick running down the insides of your thighs. He sits down on a chair in front of you, his legs spread wide. Tilting his chin up, and smirking he says “Show me. Show me what a good girl you are.” Grinning you jump down from the table. “Yes, Sir.”

This surely was the best Christmas party ever.

#tonje writes #tis the season to be thot-y #the thot neigbourhood #secret santa 2022 #nick fowler x reader #bestfriend!nick fowler x reader #friends to lovers

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sacrificedtoatree · 9 months

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Thoughts on Almost Nowhere

Almost Nowhere is over, so here's my reaction post. I was going to call it "Thoughts on the Almost Nowhere ending" but then I rambled all over and didn't just talk about the ending.

This post is FULL of spoilers for Almost Nowhere, all after the cut.

First, wow there were some very good fakeouts in those last few chapters.

1) I was sure that the Beasts were going to use the Wish-Power once more, in defiance of Everywhere-Heaven. Didn't see Twenty-Five just shooting her before they had time.

2) I was sure that the final chapter would end with something like, “But really, we can’t know which new story Twenty-Seven will choose. We are a part of the old story, and we cannot follow her to the moment of choice. It is not for us.” Especially with how careful our authors have been so far to convey to us that they only know what they were able to find out as a group of characters.

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I like that the final chapter recalled the world of Anne’s tower again. It hadn’t been such a major presence in Act 3. But really, the completely-real-seeming world of the Annes was one of the big original draws of Almost Nowhere. The bizarre writing of “Ratleak”, the way the Annes just accepted everything as perfectly normal and only casually mentioned things that were totally different from the real world.

In fact, I have a specific memory from early chapters. When Cordelia mentioned that Anne was being kept in a “fucked-up crash” and proceeded to rescue her in Chapter 3, I was kinda disappointed. I thought that the weirdness of Anne’s world, the hook that had grabbed me in the very first few pages, was being demoted to backstory, that it being just one example of a type made it a little smaller, that Michael was being revealed as the equivalent of, say, some random cult in the middle of nowhere that’s got a few people kidnapped.

Of course, I was totally wrong. Anne's tower is explored to a great extent in Act 2, both in terms of the aesthetics and day to day experience of living there and in terms of plot implications!

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In his post for new readers, Robnost mentions that he really got serious about plotting in Chapter 13.

It’s hard to tell now if I can tell that, or noticed the transition as it was happening. For me:

The first two chapters are fucking perfect.

(Like seriously, it’s hard to tell that anything wasn’t planned out when rereading the first two chapters, and hard to imagine any of their individual paragraphs being more perfectly written)

Then the chapters start to feel a little more like stuff is being thrown at the wall, as new plot elements accrue quickly (though even then ... early Cordelia chapters make a lot more sense in retrospect than they did at the time).

If there’s a low point, it’s the Stein on Stein’s Rock chapter. This chapter has some of the only elements that seem like Robnost throwing things at the wall in a way that didn’t stick. Most specifically, WTF is the Social Web, why are they in space, and in what context would an organization called the “Geometric Brotherhood” be a part of Almost Nowhere? My impression is that Rob noticed this and retconned it with that Annabel monologue.

Then by chapter 11 and 12, it feels like things are coming together and there’s a plan again. I remember Chapter 13, but as a step on that path, not a new direction - but I do have some memory that I noticed it as a particularly [i]longer[/i] chapter than usual for that point.

(But now I look back and it doesn't seem particularly long, though the early chapters do seem unusually short for AN)

Then Aidan’s MM lecture blew me away. The ending of the chapter, with all those plot elements briefly teased and then hidden for another third of the book, was brutal, and brutally effective. And also served to tell me that from then on, it wouldn’t be any kind of crapshoot whether a chapter was good or not.

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If I could change something in Almost Nowhere, I’d just … make the finale a little shorter?

Rob said he imagined the final section being “fast and explosive”. It did feel that way during the serial chapters. But then, the last block of six dropped and the final act ended up being nearly as long as 1 and 2 put together.

I feel like it would be better if Act 2 had remained the longest act? When I look back over Almost Nowhere, it at least seems to have the largest amount of "differing stuff" in it.

Not a word could be shaved off of Sylvie's physics essay though.

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btw, Thank You Rob for not having all the characters just give in and accept the alleged moral supremacy of Everywhere-Heaven. I don't like being mugged.

Things I’m still wondering about: the Titanomachy. I was sure it would be revealed that the Alpha Centauri Surface Civilization had fought the Anomalings before, and that was what the “bombs that can kill gods” stuff was about. But apparently Titans are a [i]different[/i] thing created by the Alpha Centauri Surface Civilization?

But wait, the ACSC must have fought the Anomalings at some point, right? How would they still be around otherwise, if they’re stack-users?

I’m interested in Sylvie’s plans for future humanity, but I don’t need to, like, actually understand them. I don't understand the anti-language plague at all. Do feel like some of the big plot tensioners just went away (the Beasts encroaching on Advanced Containment and Hector’s desire to use it for rebase if Anne won’t use Michael’s crash). Though I like that Hector's actually willing to talk. All in all there's enough resolution.

The last chapter is excellent. It truly ties up the main arc. Act 1 interrupted Twenty-Six's orderly universe, Act 2 had Twenty-Six learn to be Twenty-Seven and explore all the secrets and implications of Michael’s crash, and the biggest thing hanging over and driving the plot of Act 3 was what Twenty-Seven would do when it was finally time to rebase Michael's crash. And I was truly surprised by her decision! But I can understand why she made it, and it fits well with the themes (these characters really need to work with what they've got instead of obsessing over what really poisoned the world at its root). And I really liked the little scene with Twenty-Six at the end. Takes us all the way back to the beginning.

I can't believe this thing is really over! I've been obsessing over it since sometime last summer. Looking back I was really lucky to get into it in Spring 2022 when Rob was updating regularly ... I think I had the perfect amount of time to enjoy being a serial reader but not to get frustrated at how long I had to wait for answers.

And now I have the answers. Or at least, enough of them.

Thanks, Rob.

#almost nowhere #nostalgebraist

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runesandramblings · 1 year

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"To The Ends of The Earth"

Word Count: TBD / ongoing

Content Warnings: none, follows the events from The Hobbit so there will be the expected violence from the movies

Pairings: KilixOC

Themes: crossover Marvel x Tolkien, romance, fanfic, canon-ish events

Summary:

In the wake of The Blip, the multi-verse has expanded knowledge of the universe in ways no one thought possible. For the first time, journeying between realms and realities is a tangible possibility.

Ex-SHIELD agent and Avenger, Lilith Lenore, is hiding from her past, shunning the life she once led. But when an offer from a wizard of another world is extended, she cannot refuse.

Chapter 8: The Journey Begins

I was surprised how quickly I was able to fall asleep in such a strange place. I scarcely remembered laying down in the hobbit’s tiny guest room the night before, much less actually falling asleep. I stayed up with the dwarves for a while after Bilbo went to bed learning as much as I could about the trip. Aside from the key Gandalf had that would allow us entry into the mountain, it seemed there wasn’t really a solid plan. Not that it bothered me, I was used to working on the fly back home. I’d gotten used to my life of stability, and after a year of peace and quiet I didn’t expect to settle into Middle Earth so easily. But Bilbo’s home was warm and welcoming, and I’d fallen asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I knew it was the last good night of rest I’d likely get for a while.

The faint glimmer of sunlight peeking through the curtains woke me. I instinctively reached out for my phone to check the time before remembering where I was. It would certainly take some getting used to.

I crossed the room to the window and peered out. The sun was just beginning to crest over one of the numerous hobbit-holed hills, and I could see a few tiny bodies roaming up and down the paths already. I wasn’t familiar with telling time off of the sun, but I guessed it was around six or seven in the morning. Thorin had announced the night before he wanted to be off shortly after dawn, and judging by the light outside that would likely be soon.

I quickly slipped back into my clothes and braided my hair back out of my face before straightening up the tiny guest room and remaking the bed. The dwarves had insisted I take the one spare room, while they piled onto the living room floor. Given that it was the last time I’d likely sleep in a bed or on my own for a while, I’d not objected.

Despite mine and Gandalf’s best attempts the evening before to persuade Bilbo to join us, he had declined. It seemed the prospect of danger outweighed the gold or the adventure for him. It was a shame; I’d very much enjoyed the company of the hobbit already. He was far from a warrior, but there was a cunning and kindness about him I thought would have rounded out the group. Plus, a little disorder in his life might have done him well.

As I emerged from the bedroom and made my way down the hall I heard a few of the dwarves rummaging through Bilbo’s pillaged pantry. I was still trying to commit names to memory, but I believed them to be Bofur, Ori, and Oin.

“Good morning, Lady Lilith.” The one I thought to be Bofur greeted me.

I nodded to them in greeting as maybe-Ori shyly handed me an apple.

“Breakfast.” He offered. “There isn’t much left.”

“I believe it.” I teased, smiling kindly at the younger dwarf before stepping outside.

The rest of the party were already outside, saddling and packing up a group of horses. Gandalf and Thorin were conversing as the remaining dwarves strapped supplies and bedrolls to the backs of the horses.

Not horses, though. As I looked closer I realized they were more ponies, similar but slightly smaller than an average horse. I’d almost forgotten about the height deficiency of the group, though I was hardly one to talk.

I made my way over to where Gandalf and Thorin stood, and as I approached Thorin we briefly made eye contact. His gaze was notably kinder than the evening before. He nodded to me wordlessly before excusing himself and stepping over to assist who I did remember to be Dwalin as he saddled one of the ponies.

Gandalf smiled kindly down at me.

“Good morning, Lilith. How did you sleep?”

“Surprisingly well. Probably for the last time in a while I’d guess.” I joked.

He smirked, nodding his head as if to confirm my statement.

“At least you are prepared. You made quite the impression last night.” He said, giving me a knowing look. “I wasn’t quite expecting that. But it is good to know what Master Nick has told me about you is true.”

I paused mid-bite into my apple; so much more had transpired over the rest of the evening that I’d almost forgotten that had happened.

“I’m just glad Thorin didn’t kick me out.” I mumbled.

Gandalf chuckled and shook his head.

“On the contrary, my lady. It is difficult to earn Thorin Oakenshield’s respect, but you have it.”

As I finished the last of my apple and tossed the core into the field we stood beside, Gandalf pulled a bundle from the back of the pony he stood beside.

“Here. You might find these useful.”

The bundle itself was a cloak, a deep shade of emerald green with a brass clasp at the collar. It was wrapped around a leather water pouch, a spare set of clothes that exactly matched the ones I wore, and a small pouch filled with an assortment of coins.

“Thank you-“ I started.

“Gandalf.”

Dwalin was gesturing for the wizard to join himself and Thorin a few yards away from me.

Gandalf nodded to the dwarf and patted me on the arm.

“Excuse me, my lady.”

As he excused himself I suddenly felt awkward, and immediately began looking around for somewhere to be of help.

“Lilith.”

I turned to find the source of the voice and my eyes landed on Kili, standing a few yards away next to a white and brown pony. He was securing a bedroll to its back as he gestured for me to come join him with his free hand.

“This is Rosie.” He said as I approached, patting the pony’s nose. “She’s yours.”

I stroked her as well, admiring the feeling of her soft hair beneath my hand.

“She’s beautiful.”

As I kept my eyes focused on the pony I could feel Kili’s gaze linger on my face before he turned his attention to Rosie as well.

“That she is.” He said softly, and I couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t speaking entirely about the pony.

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks at his attention. I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed his company, but I was still hesitant to allow myself to get too comfortable. I was, after all, here for a purpose.

“Did you all sleep well on the floor?” I asked in an attempt to divert the subject.

He smiled, seeming to notice the change of topic but going along with it.

“I did. It was quite cozy. And safe.” He said.

“Safe?”

“Oh yes. I hear there’s a crazy maiden on this journey that likes to throw knives at people.” His cheeky smirk widened, and I couldn’t help but grin in return. The damn dwarf was charming to a fault.

Before I could respond we were interrupted as Thorin came to stand at the front of the company. I realized the others had joined us from inside.

“Alright, let's be off then.” He said gruffly.

The dwarves began mounting their ponies and I stood staring at mine, still holding the reins in my hand. I walked around to the side uncertainly. I understood the concept of riding, but I had never actually been on a horse before. Getting on wasn’t the issue, but I had no idea how to control the animal once I had. Kili seemed to notice my hesitation and came back to my side immediately.

“Are you alright?”

“I just realized I’ve never done this before.” I said, staring blankly between him and the pony.

“Do horses not exist where you are from??” He asked, laughing.

“They do, they’re just…not for transportation anymore.”

He looked confused.

“How do you get anywhere?”

I opened my mouth to explain as Thorin approached us on his pony. I realized the rest of the dwarves were mounted as well, and Kili and I were the only two left standing in the grass.

“Kili. Lilith. Let's move.” He said sternly.

Kili immediately extended his hand to me and I took it gratefully, using it as leverage to boost myself onto the back of the horse. She shifted underneath me and I grasped the reins tightly, looking to Kili for further instruction. He gave a cheeky smile in return as he slapped the horse on her rear and sent her trotting forward after the others.

“I’ll explain as we go.” I heard him call from behind me.

I’d never stopped to consider how difficult it was to keep track of time without a phone or a watch. I looked up at the sun again in an attempt to get my bearings. Though I couldn’t be entirely sure what it meant, the sun was directly overhead. Logically I assumed it was around midday.

Kili and Fili rode on either side of me, instructing me on how to control and steer the pony. It was much easier than I’d anticipated, and my nervousness quickly faded. I still found myself a little unsteady on her as the terrain shifted, and I could see the amused expressions the brothers traded when they assumed I was not paying attention. I was sure after my show the night before they enjoyed having an advantage in something I did not. Kili in particular seemed to take pride in being able to teach me something new.

“So you say these cars…” Kili began. “They move on their own?”

After my comment about never having been on a horse, their interest had been piqued in how transportation worked in my realm. I’d been trying my best to explain the concept of cars as simply as possible. It wasn’t easy.

“Not exactly. They’re powered by something called a motor. Think of how coal powers the machines in your mines.”

They both nodded along. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d explained anything well enough for it to make sense, but I appreciate their sincere interest regardless.

“Your world sounds very different.” Fili said. “It must be strange coming here.”

I shook my head.

“It’s not so far off honestly. In some ways, yeah. But it’s not as strange as I thought it would be.” I caught Kili’s gaze and we shared a smile.

“Have you done anything like this before?” He questioned.

“Travel to another world? Or just a journey like this in particular?”

“Either one.”

I shook my head again.

“I’ve never left my home, no. But I’ve been on a long trip like this before. Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Fili prodded.

“I was…running.”

Both perked up, curiosity piqued.

“I might have broken the law.” I said sheepishly.

“A rebel.” Kili’s grin widened. “What did you do?”

“That group I was a part of, the Avengers.” I paused and they nodded, recognizing my reference from the night before. “We were told we couldn’t go on any more missions, or help anybody, without permission from this…overseeing group. Half listened, but the other half didn’t.”

“I’m assuming you were in the half that didn’t?”

I nodded.

“You assume correctly.”

“So what happened?” Fili urged.

“Well, we got into a fight. And then the half of us that rebelled went to prison-”

“You were imprisoned?” Kili interrupted. “For how long?”

“Only a few weeks-”

“A few weeks??” Several voices cried out in unison.

I looked around, stunned at the noise, and realized several of the other dwarves had dropped back to ride beside us as well. Evidently my story had captured their attention.

“I don’t think they intended to let us go that soon, fortunately we had a friend on the outside who was able to break us out. But we couldn’t go home, because they were looking for us. So we ran. And we couldn’t stay in one place for long, so we ended up jumping from country to country for a while.”

“How long did you run for?” Bofur asked. He leaned forward eagerly.

“Almost a year.”

“And how did it end?” Nori questioned.

I grinned.

“They realized they couldn’t survive without us.”

“WAIT!”

The company halted as a voice suddenly echoed from the trees behind us. I yanked my pony to a stop and whirled around to see Bilbo running toward us, contract in hand.

“Wait.” He called again, breathless. He came to a stop at the front of the company beside Balin. “I signed it.”

I turned to Kili and Fili, both watching Bilbo with an incredulous look on their faces. I extended my hand to them and smiled smugly.

“Pay up.”

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