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celosiaa · 1 year

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i would give my breath away

Jon is severely ill, and Martin is hanging on by a thread. Good thing he's got his friends back to look after him.

I found this fic in ye old archives when I was planning to write something else!

this fic is loosely a missing scene from the incredible traveller19's fic, "Death is the Easy Way Out." I have gifted this work to them on AO3--please give them a visit and check out their fabulous writing here!!

my Jon is a Jordanian Arabic-speaker! A couple translations to mention: habibi = my love/darling, hayati = my life

let me know what you think if you can <3 cw: hospital setting, panic attacks

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The steady rhythm of the heart monitor has set Martin into somewhat of a trance, the beats matched perfectly to his breaths—in and out; in and out. In his mind’s eye the dingy, patterned wallpaper begins to expand and contract with his lungs, the shapes spinning and enlarging, then slowing back down to size. None of it really draws his focus anymore, however.

He is far, far too exhausted for that.

“Martin,” a soft voice calls from behind him—and he jumps nearly a foot in the air. Had he nodded off? Betrayed Jon—had Jon woken without him, alone, afraid?

A panicked glance at the hospital bed before him shows the same picture he had seen before lights out: his husband, thinned out almost to the extent of his archivist days, oxygen cannula in his nose, dark shadows beneath his eyes. A rattle to his breath. But still sleeping—more peacefully than he had been, even. And thank the gods for that.

“Hey, you’re alright.”

Having nearly forgotten about the voice behind him, Martin finds himself blinking in the light spilling over from the doorway into the darkened room. Two figures stand in silhouette before him. Even if his eyes hadn’t had the time to adjust yet, he would recognize the gentle presence of Tim and Sasha anywhere.

“Hey,” he attempts—but the words come out hoarsely, and he clears his throat. When is the last time he had something to drink? “Hey, guys. Sorry.”

“Here,” Sasha says as she takes a seat beside him, mercifully holding out what appears to be a water bottle. How could she have known? Had he been…obvious?

Gods, he hopes not. He’d been doing his damnedest to be fine.

“How’s he doing?” Tim asks, going to sit on the opposite side of Jon’s bed, as has become habit at this point. “Has he been awake at all?”

“Since…erm, since you left, yeah. Mostly just to cough.”

“Has he been…you know…”

“Confused? No, his fever’s still staying down. Thankfully.”

“Good. That’s—”

“Better, yeah. For now.”

Beep. Beep.

Martin feels more than sees the glance shared between Tim and Sasha; braces himself against the irritation rising ever more easily in his gut as the days have passed. They don’t deserve that. They don’t deserve it, they haven’t done anything—

“Martin…”

“What?” he snaps, ashamed of it as soon as it comes out of his mouth.

Right. Level-headed Blackwood strikes again.

Strikes in an even more devastating way than intended—as Jon begins to stir at the sudden sound. Martin sucks in a sharp breath as he watches Jon’s eyebrows knit together, and his right hand reaches up toward the oxygen cannula.

“Oh no no, darling. Let it alone,” Martin soothes quickly, gently prying Jon’s fingers from the tubing. “It’s alright.”

At the closeness of Martin’s voice, Jon’s eyes begin to flutter open, wincing at the fluorescence from the doorway. Tim hurries to block out as much as he can of it at once, for which Martin finds himself suffering a twinge of guilt and gratitude. Shove it down. Put it away for later, that’s all there is to do, because the guilt could send him spinning and spinning and spinning—

Stop. Stop it.

“Jon? You with us?” Sasha asks in scarce more than a whisper.

“Mmm…here.”

Hoarse and shallow as it may be, something wonderful soars in Martin’s stomach at the sound of his husband’s voice. He’d been sleeping so much today—not that it was a bad thing at all, but…it still gives him comfort all the same. He’s still with us. Mentally and physically, still with us.

The relief he feels washing over him like the tide is turned quickly into ice by the sound of Jon’s coughing. Sleep, while wonderful and healing, also comes with drawbacks when you’ve managed to develop what’s shaped up to be a severe pneumonia—everything has been settling in his chest the longer his mind remains too drowsy to trigger his cough reflex. And it certainly sounds it, by the way it sounds like he’s trying to force the ocean through a straw just to bring something up.

“Okay, alright, I’ve got you,” Martin says as he leans Jon’s trembling frame forward, make it easier to clear his lungs. As he has done so many times over the last week that it has become routine, he uses one hand to brace Jon forward, the other to move the box of tissues and an emesis bin within his immediate sight. More likely than not, Jon was going to bring up something. They had learned that in a rather unpleasant fashion on the first night of admission.

This time, however. This time, Jon’s airways sound so constricted around the mucus blocking them that he can barely get any air in at all. No loosening rattle in his chest to be heard—none at all, and rather than reaching for either of the objects before him, Jon uses a free hand to clutch at his chest while he gasps.

“Jon?! Jon, it’s alright, we’ll get help—Tim—“

“On it.”

Tim quickly reaches over Jon’s bed for the call button, while Sasha takes the more direct route of poking her head outside the door. Sooner than later, two nurses stride into the room, taking in the situation just as Jon’s monitor starts to blare its alarm.

CAN’T BREATHE. CAN’T BREATHE.

It might as well be screaming those words directly into Martin’s ears, with the panic that hits him. How could everyone be so calm? It’s not right, he’s not safe, he can’t breathe he can’t breathe please god help him I need him please—

“Martin? Hey hey hey, alright. Sit down, he’s alright.”

“No no no no please no—“

“He’s panicking. Tim—“

“I’ve got it. Just stay there.”

Every color around him a blur; every breath a gasping heave. The rushing of his own heartbeat in his ears drowns out everything else around him; all except that beeping, so fast too fast too fast, Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon—

“Martin? Hey, listen to me—“

No he bloody well won’t, not when Jon is dying and Tim is holding him back—

“Stop. Listen to me. He’s not in danger, mate. They’ve got him.”

Who’s got him? Who took him don’t take him don’t make me leave—

“He’s on the nebulizer, Martin. That’s all he needed. Hey, look at me.”

…what?

“Don’t make me put you on one too.”

The pounding, pounding, pounding of the blood in his ears lessening gradually, Martin begins to hear the sound of his own breathing—rapid, shallow, gasping. Slow down, he needs to slow it—stars dance in his vision when he opens his eyes, and he knows he needs to be getting more air if he wants to avoid passing out.

Don’t leave him don’t leave him you promised

Breathe. Breathe. In-2-3-4, out-2-3-4. In—

“Good, mate. You’re doing good.”

Such platitudes—undeserved though they are—settle something in Martin’s chest, allowing his hearing to further come back to him. The beeping is still here, of course. It never leaves, and feels like it may never leave again. But it is slower, much steadier, much more even. No alarms.

Just the man he loves in a hospital bed, his friend holding his hand.

And Martin breaks.

The levy of his mind holding back the encroaching tide bursts, and it all spills out in sobs he finds he can no longer control. God, Jon. God, Christ. Please. Please. I can’t lose you I can’t lose you—

“Habibi?”

His voice. Wrecked, wavering, strong. Full of a worry Martin knows he placed there with his silly little outburst.

You make everything worse you make him worse everything is better without you—

“Martin. Love, it’s…it’s alright.”

Still regaining his breath from the fit, Jon is forced to take a breath in the middle of his short sentence—but he sounds neither distressed, nor desperate, nor delirious. Just Jon. Just Jon. And Martin could never deny him anything.

“M’here, I’m coming.”

As he stands from where he seemingly collapsed on the floor, Tim holds his arms vaguely outstretched, as if afraid he might tip over. But no, Martin wouldn’t put anything else on him, not after he had caused the whole mess himself—and manages to make it back to his chair beside Jon’s bed. With no small amount of surprise, he finds that the nebulizer has already been replaced by the nasal cannula again—and though labored, Jon’s breathing is nowhere near distressed. No panic or glassiness to his eyes. Simply that gorgeous, deep brown cutting directly to Martin’s soul.

He cannot say why, but it makes his chest ache.

“Are you alright?”

Martin lets out a strangled sort of laugh at the question. “Are you?”

“Fine, love.”

“Stop that. I know you’re not.”

“I’m—I’m really okay now. Sorted.”

Tears swimming in his eyes, Martin looks away, shaking his head with fury and heartbreak. Can’t he see, he almost died? Can’t he see that everything was always on the line, constant, never-ending? It makes him sick; he’s going to be sick, I’m gonna be sick—

“Asthma attack, Martin. Added to the pneumonia. That’s all it was.”

“Oh, that’s all, is it, Tim?”

“Not what I meant.”

He’s picking a fight, he knows he is. Ready to swing at anyone; just as ready to take a hit. Tim should be fighting him back by now—he ought to be angry, the way he’s acting, come on let me have it I deserve it—

“Martin. Hayati. Look at me.”

All the anger slips out of his frame at his voice, along with the tears spilling over the edges of his eyes. Jon could always undo him like this at a mere word, it seems. One of the countless reasons to love him. One that is entirely too overwhelming in this moment.

“Sorry, m’sorry,” he half-sobs, pressing the bases of his palms to his eyes in protest to the leakage.

“Martin, please look at me.”

At last, he does so, meeting Jon’s wide and weary eyes, so filled with concern and hurt and love that Martin doesn’t deserve. Would never deserve.

“You need to…get some rest. Proper— ha, proper sleep.”

The hollow of his belly threatens to swallow him whole. Leave him; how could he leave him?

He wants me to leave him?

“Just—just rest darling,” he says tremulously, fidgeting aimlessly with Jon’s blankets and pillows. “Get your breath back—“

“No—listen. Please.”

And how could he deny him that? Jon’s trembling hand grasps his own—whether weakly or gently, Martin cannot be sure.

“Go h—home, Martin. Please. Need to—to rest.”

A half-sob escapes Martin’s chest unbidden on an exhale. “You rest, I’ll be just here, I’ll make sure no one bothers you—“

“No…no. Y—“ An exhausted, rattling cough escapes his chest, interrupts his thoughts for the moment. Long enough for Tim to brace his shoulder from the opposite side of the bed as he breaths shallowly, eyeing him closely. “You, Martin. You…”

He trails off again, eyes losing their sharpness in a wave of overwhelming weariness. It shatters Martin’s heart. Surely he hadn’t much left to shatter at this point.

“Jon?”

“M’sorry,” he whispers hoarsely. “Jus’ tired.”

“Sleep then, love. Just rest.”

“Sorry.”

“Hush, now. You’re alright.”

A mere few moment of Martin’s fingers carding through his hair is enough for Jon to sink deeper into sleep, head lolling against the pillow and expression going slack. And thank god for that, really, he’d been having such dreadful night terrors, and he hardly sleeps for longer than an half an hour, and he has to nearly sit up to breathe and he’s not comfortable and he’s so, so ill—

“I…think what he’s saying,” Sasha begins carefully, stepping around the bed to place a hand on Martin’s back, interrupting his spiral. “Is that you need to rest, Martin. He wants you to go home for the night.”

“So do we, mate,” Tim adds, a rare quietness to his voice that brings the bottomless well of tears springing back up in his eyes again. “You’re absolutely spent.”

Breathe, 2, 3, 4 —out, 2, 3, 4

Pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes is not enough to stem the flow of his tears—hasn’t been for quite some time now. The mere thought of leaving Jon in this state is enough to set his heart racing. Or it would be, ordinarily, if it weren’t threatening to beat out of his chest near constantly for the past god-knows-how-many hours now. All of the sudden, Sasha’s hand on his back, moving slowly, comfortingly, is too much—christ, does he ache; his back and chest and neck and pounding, pounding head.

But he can’t. Can he?

“I feel—“ A gasping sob. “S-sorry. Sorry. I just c…can’t leave him. Won’t let him be alone.”

“I’m staying,” Tim states with intense finality. “You’re going. But I’m staying. He won’t be alone.”

“N-no, Tim—you can’t, your migraines—“

“I’ll be careful,” he assures. “Also? Couldn’t care less. You need to go home. And I need to be here.”

“But—“

“It’s okay, Martin.” Sasha crouches in front of his chair, setting a hand on his bouncing knee. “He’s safe. And he won’t be alone.”

“But what if—“

“Anything happens, and I call you,” says Tim. “I promise.”

God, my head.

“Come on, Martin.” He must have held the silence for too long, as the next thing he knows, Sasha is tugging him up from his bedside chair. “I’ll take you home.”

He puts up little resistance, and hates himself for it—but the moment he steps outside into the bracing cold, he feels nothing but relief. Jon is safe, in the hospital where he needs to be, in the company of a trusted friend. And so is he.

We’ll be alright, love. I really think we might just be alright.

#tma #tma fic #sickfic #whump #pneumonia #panic attacks #because what else do i ever write lol #i hope yall enjoy!

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moononastring · 2 years

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Inspiration [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Modern AU | Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

Pairing: Elucien <3 Genre: Romance with some humor and a dash of spice 🌶 Warnings: Lots of feels?

Author’s Note: Happy birthday to me 🎉 This Modern AU has been living in my head rent-free for a few months and originally, I was planning to make it a few parts but alas, this felt like a better fit for me now! I hope you ENJOY! Let me know how you like it :)

It wasn’t strange that she, little ‘ole prim Elain, was sitting in a booth at this high-end downtown bar with a notebook and pen, people watching. Her laptop would’ve been too obvious and she didn’t want to get distracted on her phone so an old school notebook and pen seemed like a better fit.

So far, she'd been propositioned by three older gentlemen. While flattered, Elain wasn’t exactly sure what about her simple black dress screamed hooker. Maybe it was the lipstick. It was a gorgeous red.

Even though it was a Wednesday night and she hadn’t expected too much action, Elain’s eyes continued to watch the room carefully. She needed all the details she could get to properly set the scene for her next novel.

Up-and-coming romance author Elain Archeron was on a new mission with her next book. She’d written several sweet romances that had her readers on a fluff overdose sprinkled with a little steam here and there. But now, she wanted to step out of her writing comfort zone for a bit and...spice it up.

Her next book would be a spicy mafia romance.

A small giggle escaped her as the excitement of a new plot and characters bubbled inside her. Writing had become as glorious of an outlet for her as was gardening. Nesta working in publishing had given her a great doorway into the writing world and she would be damned not to take advantage of this new passion.

So, she had dived into Pinterest and created moodboard after moodboard of what she was envisioning for this book. The plot would be a little gritty, a little darker than her usual books but Elain knew exactly how the story would unfold from start to finish. She knew how her characters would meet and be thrown together. Most importantly, she knew the tropes that would bring this story to life. Elain planned on destroying her characters in the best way and then gluing them back together again with love.

All it needed was just a smidge more inspiration. A dose of experience to really help her write from the heart so she could turn a morally grey, murderous asshole into a swoon-worthy lover that fucked like a god. She narrowed her eyes as she scanned the room again, tapping the pen to her chin until her gaze zeroed in on a gentleman sitting at the bar, alone.

And Elain felt her heart skip a beat.

She had noticed him as soon as he walked in and had tried not to stare at him too hard but in reality, that’s all she’d been doing since he arrived ten minutes ago. Her eyes would take in details of the room then eventually find their way right back to him.

Currently seated, Elain knew without him needing to stand, that he was tall and well-built. Judging by the way his dress shirt hugged his magnificent back and broad shoulders, he was quite a man.

The moment she had seen his face though, she knew he was the one. His features were sharp and elegant, handsome in a way that had knocked the wind out of her. The scar she had noticed on his face when he had walked in did nothing to make him any less attractive. In fact, all Elain could think about was how perfect he was.

She bit her lip and continued to discreetly watch the beautiful stranger as he sat, frowning down at whatever message he was reading on his phone. His sleeves were rolled up to expose toned forearms and Elain felt her face flush at the way he picked up his drink and brought it to his lips to take a sip and oh, was Elain Archeron starting to feel things.

The very vanilla sex she last had with Graysen many months ago clearly did as little for her now as it had done when she had it.

Pulling out her phone, Elain texted the group chat.

morons<3

Elain: I found him.

Rhys: That’s not ominous at all.

Cassian: Shitsen? I told you I accidentally shoved him into a locker at the gym the other day. He’s not that hard to find.

Rhys: Because he’s ugly. You can spot him a mile away. He’s probably still in there.

Feyre: How was it an accident if Rhys was filming it?

Rhys: I was trying to film myself flexing at the gym babe. It was for you <3

Cassian: *barf emoji* Cassian: But also you can smell him a mile away too.

Rhys: Musty.

Cassian: Gnarly.

Nesta: Can you two shut up for a moment please? Nesta: Elain, please don’t tell me you’re stalking someone.

Elain rolled her eyes at her phone. Typical of them to turn the conversation elsewhere or think of her as a creep.

Elain: I am not stalking anyone. I’m at a bar. I found the ONE. The man who will help me with my writing inspiration.

Feyre: ...Elain pls don’t approach a strange man for inspiration.

Elain: I’m at the Sunshine and Rose. It’s a fancy place. He’s a fancy man. Could be the mafia man I’m looking for!!

Cassian: ...Rhys is right here, Elain.

Rhys: True. I’m offended you didn’t think of me. I am a mafia man.

Elain: Well, you’re not MY mafia man. Elain: Plus you’re not hot. Esp since you’re sleeping with my sister. Elain: You’re really gross <3

Nesta: I knew this was about your book. Don’t do anything crazy. I can’t publish it if you cause a scandal. Do you even have your NDA?

Rhys: Still offended but valid reasoning. Rhys: And you’re wrong. I’m VERY hot. Rhys: Feyre says so.

Cassian: I say so too, bro. You’re really hot. Cassian: Besides, you know I’m your muscle guy, Lanie. I’m offended you didn’t think of ME.

Rhys: so honored to be validated by a sexy beast like you bro. Rhys: I’m also offended on Cassian’s behalf. We’re both offended.

Elain: Suffer in silence pls <3 Elain: Yes, I have the NDA. I am merely notifying you of my whereabouts. Elain: He’s so hot. I think I will take him home. Elain: I hope to update you after I have spent the night located beneath him!!!!

Cassian: Right on. Get that D!!!!

Rhys: Make sure you have a condom. If he says he doesn’t have one, he’s lying.

Nesta: Elain. No. Nesta: Why are you idiots encouraging her?!!!!

Feyre: Elain don’t go home with a stranger.

Elain: Elain YES. Elain: Also, don’t pretend the two idiots in this chat weren’t strangers when you took them home.

Cassian: Hottest night of my LIFE.

Rhys: Second that. I was wrecked by the sheer beauty that is my Feyre darling.

Feyre: RHYS. Can we focus on my sister trying to creep on a stranger at some bar?

Rhys: I really want to focus on you instead.

Cassian: Nesta destroyed my body and soul that night. Should’ve filed a police report but I enjoyed it too much.

Nesta: Cassian.

Cassian: Sweetheart.

Feyre: SIGH. Can you PLEASE GET IT TOGETHER?? Feyre: Elain, take a picture of his face at least.

Elain snorted then sent a kissy face emoji as her final text. She straightened, her eyes immediately zeroing in again on her target who was now watching whatever was playing on the bar tv.

Standing, she smoothed down her dress and grabbed her purse then made her way towards him.

She would be casual about it. Smooth. She would just slide onto the barstool next to him and dazzle him with a smile. Then make him talk to her first.

Sliding up to the counter, Elain stood with a barstool between them and snuck a glance at her beautiful stranger. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her body when she found him staring back. Elain gave him a pretty smile then turned back to the bartender.

“Hi Jerry!” she greeted with a smile. “Sick of seeing my face here yet?”

“How could I when it’s so pretty?” the older man said with a laugh and Elain chuckled along. “Let me guess, a little rosé while you do your research?”

Elain pointed at him with a grin. “You know it! My favorite kind of pink drink.”

The bartender walked away with a chuckle and Elain took a breath, pretending not to feel his gaze on her. She fiddled with her napkin for a moment, then looked up to find the beautiful stranger watching her curiously. She arched her brow and the man glanced down at his drink with a small smile before looking back at her.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

They glanced at each other quietly for a moment, her cheeks heating lightly at the curve of his sensuous lips.

“I couldn’t help overhearing what Jerry said to you,” he began and angled his body to face her. “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of research are you doing that requires you to be at a bar on a Wednesday night?”

Elain willed her body not to shudder at the way his voice washed over her like honey. His voice.

Oh, she would need to describe that very explicitly.

“Well,” she began and curled a strand of hair behind her ear, angling herself to face him as well with an empty seat between them. “I’m a writer. I’m trying to set the scene for my novel.”

His face lit in interest and Elain took a moment to openly admire him. Up close, he was even more handsome than she imagined. His eyes were such a distinct color, she was itching to grab her pen to describe them. The scar was even more striking up close and Elain desperately wanted to touch it.

“Ah, I see. What kind of stories do you write?”

“I’m a romance writer.” She said with pride and grinned at the chuckle that slipped from his lips.

“Are you trying to write about two strangers meeting at a bar?” he teased. “Love at first sight?”

She rolled her eyes with a good-natured smile. “No. I’m writing something very different.”

“Is that so?” he asked and leaned back to observe her. “So the story isn’t going to be about me then?”

Elain laughed. “That depends.” she said with a cute head tilt. “Has anyone ever told you, you look like you could be a mobster?”

The man stilled and blinked then let out a hearty laugh. “No.” he replied, amusement lacing his tone. “But what if I was an actual henchman in the mob? You just put a target on your back.”

Elain snorted and shot him a look. “A henchman in the mob wouldn’t say he was.” she replied knowingly. “You probably do something boring in marketing.”

“PR actually. Not quite as boring.” he said with a smile and raised the drink in salute. “But we can pretend I’m your mobster. I’m already wearing suspenders.”

Elain laughed, shaking her head with a smile. “All you need is a gun holster and a cigar then the look would be complete.”

He waved a hand. “Noted. Give me ten minutes, I’ll be ready to show you the complete look.”

“Is that so? So eagerly giving away your secrets.”

“Sure. You’ve already uncovered my identity. I can’t risk my reputation now. First impressions are everything.”

Elain rolled her eyes, pleased he was following along with her conversation even as he was joking. She watched him as he watched her, doing her best not to shudder under his gaze. She only took her eyes off him when Jerry returned with her drink.

“So.” her handsome stranger started. “What’s the name of your mafia man?”

“That also depends. What’s your name?” she asked boldly and was pleased to see color bloom on his cheeks.

His lips curled into a smile. “I thought you said the story wouldn’t be about me.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now.” she said and he grinned. “All I asked was your name.”

“My name is Lucien.” he said. “And yours?”

“Elain.”

“Do you always just walk up and start talking to strangers like this, Elain?”

“You’re the one who started talking to me.” she said with a cheeky grin and Lucien couldn’t help his laugh.

“Fair enough.” he said and raised his drink, taking a sip as his eyes roved over her body. “Couldn’t really help myself.”

Elain smiled, taking a sip of her own drink before she tilted her head sweetly and said, “Since you can’t help yourself do you mind if I pull out my notebook and jot down some ideas. If I don’t write them down, I will lose the thought.”

Amusement colored his face and he waved a hand. “By all means.”

Grinning, Elain quickly took out her notepad and pen, and then so shamelessly, her eyes cataloged every single inch of him. She savored every detail of his facial features, the way he was dressed, and the way he held himself. She watched him as he watched her until finally, Lucien was the first one to look away with a laugh.

“It’s the scar, isn’t it?”

“Oh, the scar is beautiful but it’s your eyes I’m focused on,” she said and quickly jot down her initial thoughts. “They’re a lovely shade. You also have a great nose.”

“You’re giving off real weird vibes right now.” he finally said, his cheeks a lovely shade of red that Elain was eager to describe. “But I can’t say I’m not into it.”

Looking up from her notebook, Elain flushed with a laugh. “Well, it definitely helps that I’m pretty.”

Lucien grinned. “It absolutely helps.”

She fought back a grin but failed when he shot her a knowing look. “You flatter me, sir.” she said sweetly. “All I’m trying to do is write me a good ‘ole fashion mafia romance. I can’t help what kind of questions emerge to get inspiration.”

“Mafia romance, huh?” he asked and leaned in, a finger tracing the rim of his glass, and Elain’s eyes immediately followed the movement. “What kind of inspiration are you looking for then?”

This made Elain pause and watch him silently for a moment. She couldn’t exactly just blurt out that she wanted him to fuck her so hard she saw stars. To manhandle her just a little bit.

Her eyes flickered to his very nice, very big hands then back to his face.

That would be weird. She took a sip of her drink.

“Well,” she began carefully. “My romances have typically been tamer than what this one is but the market is really seeing an increase of love for more…intimate romances. I want to give it a shot.”

Lucien’s brows rose and Elain watched as a shit-eating grin formed on his face. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” she said slowly. “You see…I’ve only had minimal experience in that department.”

His brows rose. “Impossible.”

Elain nodded somewhat sadly. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“What kind of men have you been seeing?” he asked in such an offended tone, Elain flushed.

“Well. It was one guy.” she replied. “And he was more boy than man.”

Lucien’s face blanked and it took him a moment to speak. “Do you mind sharing his name? And home address?” he said calmly. “Asking for a friend.”

Elain laughed. “And you say you’re not a mobster?” she said and Lucien had the audacity to shrug with a small smile. “But no need. My sisters and their partners gave him enough grief. I’m pretty sure he has a restraining order against us.”

“If he had you and put you in a position where you have to look for inspiration elsewhere, he needs a good thrashing.” he replied. “Please, let me speak to my associates about him.”

Elain bit back a grin. “Your associates.”

“Gotta check with the big guy before we order a hit.” he said, having no issues grinning widely and Elain couldn’t help the hearty laugh that escaped her.

“Well now, that’s very nice of you to offer.” she replied then paused before Elain gave him a coy smile. “But it’s not really the area I need inspiration for.”

He watched her silently for a moment and even as she felt her cheeks flush, Elain kept her gaze locked on his, watching as his eyes darkened. Then a slow smirk blessed his beautiful face.

“So if you don’t want me to use my associates to give someone a good thrashing,” he asked quietly. “How can I help you with your inspiration, Elain?”

Elain bit her lip, cataloging every detail of his toned body seating opposite her, every article of clothing, and every inch of his handsome face. Was she bold enough to tell him exactly what she wanted from him? Was it safe? Or was she being insane?

“Cat got your tongue?” he said, his voice low. “Or are you just trying to find a good way to ask me to fuck you senseless?”

Elain straightened and clenched her thighs together as she gaped at him. He clocked the movement and his smirk widened.

Letting out a chuckle, he took a sip of his drink and Elain watched him swallow, thinking about how she’d really like to lick his neck.

“All you have to do is ask, love.” he continued. “I wasn’t planning on going home with a beautiful girl tonight but I am more than happy to change those plans.”

Elain watched him carefully. Did she? Should she?

“Well.” she stated and cleared her throat delicately. “What were your plans then? Being alone in this bar on a Wednesday night? One would think you’re up to no good.”

“I’m an angel.” he said in that low tone that told her he was anything but.

“Sounds like a sweet, sweet lie.”

He laughed. “Can’t a mafia man blow off some steam in a bar once in a while?” he said with a shrug and Elain rolled her eyes with a smile.

“So just letting off some steam?”

“Yes. But I’m happy to find myself doing other things instead.”

Elain tapped her glass, her heart beating wildly as she watched him watch her. Good lord, she was already sweating. Was it because she was sex-deprived? Was it all the mafia and smutty books she’d been reading lately for inspiration that was getting to her? She was really going to ask this strange beautiful man to fuck her.

Granted, he seemed eager. Which was great for her ego but…

“I want to be very clear about something.” she finally said.

“Yes?” he asked with a raised brow and cocky grin.

“This is all in the name of research.” she declared. “And research only.”

“Of course.” he said. “I’ve gone home with pretty girls for much less noble causes.”

Elain’s lips twitched. “And you’ll need to sign an NDA.”

His brows shot up. “An NDA?” he said. “How very Christian Grey of you to have me sign a contract.”

“To protect myself and you.” she said simply. “I can’t have you running around telling people I was propositioning you.”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing?” he said with a smirk.

“Need I remind you that you asked me how you could help me?” she said with her own little smirk.

He hummed and Elain smiled.

“If I never mentioned I was a writer and looking for inspiration, would you still want to take me home?” she asked boldly. It wasn’t like she could embarrass herself further at this point. “Be honest, my feelings won’t get hurt if you say no.”

“Elain,” he began and her heart thumped at the curve of his lips when he said her name. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have already had you in my home doing unspeakably delicious things to you.”

She flushed in delight. She couldn’t help it. Elain knew she was pretty but after her horrible breakup and the way Graysen had broken down her confidence in herself, it was nice to hear it.

Also, she really needed to write that line down.

“Anyone ever tell you, you have a way with words?” she asked and he grinned.

“A high compliment from a writer.” he replied. “But I also have a question for you.”

“Yes?”

“We could've just flirted, went home together, and had a great time without you telling me about the writing part.” he said, his finger tapping against the glass. “Why tell me?”

Elain’s brows furrowed. “Because you have a right to know. I like being honest about these things.” she said. “Granted, as a writer, anything I hear or see is up for use as inspiration.”

He hummed softly, watching her. “Have you written about your ex?”

She flushed, frowning slightly. “Only once but shitty ex-boyfriends are common in romance reads.” she replied then shrugged. “And it was more about the way my character felt than about her crappy ex.”

Lucien nodded sagely. “Understandable.”

Elain straightened suddenly. “Has this weirded you out?” she asked and blinked at him with wide eyes. “I usually curb my weirdness to close friends and family only, I just haven’t interacted with a real man like this in a while.”

“A real man?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone and Elain promptly wanted to die.

“I mean — “ she started with a flush, taking a quick sip of her drink. “I’m a writer and reader. I spent a lot of time with fictional men.”

“Ah. And those are infinitely better than real men, I take it?”

She gave him a small smile. “Most of the time.”

It fell silent between them and Elain watched him as he watched her. Now that she’d finally stopped talking, embarrassment was slowly starting to catch up to her. She had fought with herself tooth and nail to not feel bad about herself and her quirky personality but at times like this, it crept up. When she forgot herself and forgot that not everyone liked her as she was.

Graysen had ridiculed her so much about her writing. Once he had gotten to know her, he pretty much ridiculed everything she did but especially her writing. Anytime she’d ask him a question or about his thoughts, he never had anything nice to say. He always laughed at her and her silly little ideas.

“Stick to your plants, it’s what you’re good at.” he had sneered at her when she had first told him she’d written a book. Elain had been so excited to share. It had been so hard to keep it a secret from everyone but he had only given her an unimpressed look and said, “Isn’t Nesta the one into books? Keep to your own thing, Elain.”

Maybe she’d gotten carried away in this little game. Elain had only wanted to have a little fun. She could use her imagination and Pinterest and other books for inspiration. She didn’t need to keep embarrassing herself. This was weird. Sure, she wanted to have some of that good sex that everyone else keeps talking about for once but she could probably do it without all this. She could’ve just gone with him without saying a single thing and —

“Show me the NDA.”

Elain blinked, focusing back at the very handsome man across from her. “What?”

He gave her a simple smile. “Either you’re overthinking this really hard or…your mind went down the gutter faster than mine did.” he said. “And if it’s the latter, I assure you, my gutter is much, much worse.”

Elain’s cheeks heated. “Big words for a mafia man that’s not a mafia man.” she said with a small chuckle.

Lucien’s lips curled into a smirk. “Elain.” he started. “The moment you sat across from me with your pretty face and pretty dress, I knew we would have a good time together.” She watched as his finger tapped the side of his glass and then met his gaze. “You seem like the kind of girl who likes being told what to do but doesn’t know it yet.” He leaned forward and her breath hitched. “Lucky for you, I love telling people what to do. Especially in my bedroom.”

His hand left his glass and instead of letting his finger trace the rim of his glass, it was now lightly tracing Elain’s hand.

“And to answer your earlier question, I am not weirded out.” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I find you and this entire conversation fascinating.”

Elain blinked, her gaze on his hand touching hers and she wondered if one could orgasm from hand touching alone. “Right.”

“You’re clearly passionate about what you do.” he said in that charming voice of his, gently turning over her hand so that his fingers could slide across her palm to her wrist and settle on the pulse point.

“Very passionate.” she said quietly, her eyes still on his long, beautiful fingers.

“Then give me the NDA. So I can sign it and take you home.” Lucien continued. “Where I can fuck you the way you deserve.”

Elain’s head shot up and she met his eyes. “That’s awfully straightforward of you.”

“Just as straightforward as you aimed to be, I imagine.”

She finally remembered herself and shrugged, a coy smile blooming on her face. “I just came here to look for inspiration.”

Lucien flattened his hand over hers and Elain flushed at the way her hand was dwarfed beneath his. “I daresay, I can help you with that.”

She swallowed. “And how are you so sure of that?”

Lucien glanced at her for a moment then slowly slid off his barstool to stand before her. He towered over her slightly and Elain relished in the way he stood so close. His hand left hers and instead, his fingers found their way to gently lift her chin to meet his gaze.

“I’m sure of that because,” he began quietly and leaned closer until he was a breath away from her lips. “I felt your pulse jump when I touched you.” His hand slid from her jaw down the column of her neck. “I feel it in the way you swallow.” That same hand cupped the back of her neck and Elain shuddered beneath his gaze and touch. “And I guarantee if I slid my hand beneath your little black dress, between those lovely thighs, I’d find something hot and wet waiting for me.”

Elain’s lips parted in surprise, her skin hot all over. His words had slid across her skin and down her spine and good lord, if he only knew how soaked she’d become. Gooseflesh erupted on her skin when his thumb traced the column of her neck and she tried not to be too obvious inhaling the scent of him.

“What do you think of that, Elain?” he said with a devilish smile that she knew would be impossible to describe because it was distinctly him. This stranger she met in a bar. This stranger that felt like no stranger at all.

She was thinking she wanted him to lay her right here across this bar and have his way with her. Elain was thinking she’d probably let him do things to her she never thought she’d let a man do. Except for this one. Because Lucien sure as hell seemed like the type to want to do those things to her.

“I’m thinking,” she began and swallowed, her skin heating at the smirk he gave her. “That I’d really like you to kiss me.”

“It’s a good thing you mentioned that,” he replied quietly. “Because I’ve been dying to smear that lipstick.”

With the hand holding her neck, Lucien tugged her forward and devoured her. Elain whimpered against him, against his surprisingly soft lips as he kissed her, his kiss bruising — hard — a claiming and she let him claim her. Her hands found their way to his suspenders and she tugged him closer, her grip tightening when his free hand cupped the back of her head and his other hand slid to trace the column of her neck again. When she felt his tongue, Elain eagerly opened for him and Lucien stole kisses as he stole her breath. He kissed her, his mouth nipping, biting, and imprinting his lips on hers. And when Elain had fully melted against him, fully surrendered to his mouth and tongue and hands, when he had her gripping his suspenders tightly enough that her knuckles had turned white, did Lucien finally pull away.

He most definitely had smeared her lipstick, she thought as she glanced at him in a slight daze. Half of her lipstick was on his lips. He had the audacity to grin wickedly at her.

“Now that I’ve satisfied your request, should we be on our way?” he asked calmly as if he hadn’t just scrambled her brains with that kiss. She hadn’t been kissed like that since — since well, since ever.

Elain blinked, catching her breath, her hands still clutching him tightly. She wanted to let go, she really knew she should but the feeling of his body beneath those suspenders caused her to shudder.

“I need to take a picture of your face.” she finally said. “For my sisters.”

He smiled, his hands smoothing her hair back. “Would you like me to grab your phone? Your hands seem a little occupied.”

She flushed and aimed to let go when his hands settled over hers. “Don’t let go just yet.” he said quietly. “I like your hands there.”

If possible, her flush deepened. And, oh she was feeling a lot of things at the moment. She kept her hands where they were and said somewhat hoarsely, “My phone is in my purse.”

Lucien’s lips twitched and he moved a hand to slip inside her purse, the other still covering the hand locked on his suspenders. He held up her phone to unlock it with the Face ID then glanced at the screen, his face lit up in amusement.

“I assume the group chat titled Morons is the one you’ll be sending my picture to.” he said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand still holding on to him.

Finally shaken out of her stupor, Elain cleared her throat and licked her lips. Her lips that still tingled just a little from the force of his lips on hers. She flushed and suppressed a giggle. “Yes.” she said and released one suspender, leaving her other hand happily held hostage beneath his. “It’s my sisters and my brothers-in-law.”

“Let’s take a selfie then, shall we?” he teased and Elain pursed her lips, willing herself not to smile. Or launch herself at him again.

He turned his back to her, and kept her hand locked beneath his so it looked like Elain was hugging him from the side. Raising the phone, Lucien grinned and Elain couldn’t help her own smile at the camera. Snapping the photo, the two inspected it together and Elain laughed at the clear evidence of their make out.

“Oh, they’re going to have a hoot with this.” she mumbled. “Send it.”

Lucien tugged her into him closer so that she hugged his back and he glanced over his shoulder at her. “You okay with me opening your group chat?”

She would be okay with him opening anything, but most especially her legs. Rather than embarrass herself further by saying that, she only nodded and watched him open the text chain, chuckle, then attach the image and send it.

Elain: *attached image* Found my mafia man ;)

“I didn’t say that.” she objected and Lucien twisted to face her with a knowing look.

“You were absolutely going to text that.”

She was. But she wouldn’t admit it. Squinting at him, she opened her mouth to respond when her phone pinged and Lucien arched a brow.

“Do you want me to open that?”

“Nope.” she said quickly as several pings followed. “They can’t be trusted to behave themselves.” Finally, tugging herself away from him, she held out her hand for her phone. “Especially with how many texts are coming in, these assholes could be saying anything.”

“Well, it hardly seems fair that I can’t read what’s being said about me.”

“I think we can find other ways to fill our time.” she said and instantly felt the shift in him.

“Ah, yes.” he said quietly. “Your research.”

“Yes. My — research.”

Lucien chuckled lightly and Elain watched as he glanced at her, his thumb coming up to gently graze her cheek. “Are you having second thoughts? Do you need me to kiss you again?”

Her cheeks heated as she watched his expression. She was very nearly ready to have him take her right then and there. “No second thoughts but I definitely, definitely think you should kiss me again.”

“And where would you like me to kiss you, my lady?” he asked, his voice dropping low and Elain had to swallow hard. She was past embarrassment at this point. She wanted to feel and be seen and touched. And god damn did she want this man between her legs in whatever way he was willing to be.

“Everywhere.” she answered. “I want you to kiss me everywhere.”

Lucien’s grin was wolfish at her response. “Well, aren’t you such a good girl.” he said in that voice she would have a grand time describing. “You gave me the exact answer I wanted to hear.”

morons<3

Feyre: Oh…oh wow Elain.

Nesta: Well that was fast.

Cassian: YOOOOOO

Cassian: RHYSSSSSS

Rhys: yo isn’t that Spell-Cleaver?

Cassian: iT’S FUCKEN LUCIEN

Cassian: love that guy he’s hilarious

Rhys: Holy shit it is Lucien

Feyre: You guys know him???? Feyre: Is he a normal person???

Nesta: He already has her lipstick on him. Nesta: Is she going to be safe with him?

Rhys: Oh yeah. He’s a good dude. Rhys: I remember him from uni days Rhys: We did business with his company a while back too. Straight forward, cool guy.

Cassian: We see him in Az’s bar sometimes. Cassian: But yo. Wasn’t he like, a hoe in college? Cassian: Elain is about to get her world rocked.

Nesta: CASSIAN.

Feyre: Cassian no.

Cassian: WHAT. Cassian: I’m just saying based on the rumors we heard

Rhys: Elain is def going to have a good time.

Cassian: Lulu is foxy in bed

Rhys: Gentleman on the streets

Cassian: freak in the sheets. Cassian:: AYYYYY

Rhys: AYYYYY

Feyre: I hate you both.

Nesta: I’m going to stab both of you in the throat the next time I see you.

Cassian: *smirk emoji* *heart emoji*

Nesta: *knife emoji*

Feyre: At least he’s hot. He really does give off mob vibes with that scar.

Rhys: You can’t say that Feyre darling. I’m right here.

Feyre: *middle finger emoji*

Nesta: I wonder if he’d be willing to be on the cover if he shows Elain a good time.

Feyre: I think so. He so willingly took the picture and gave his full name.

Nesta: He is attractive. His face would sell it. Nesta: Feyre. Nesta: FEYRE. Nesta: Her hand. Look at where her hand is.

Feyre: Oh…OKAY ELAIN. Feyre: I like that he’s wearing suspenders. That’s attractive.

Rhys: Cassian. My feels are hurt bro.

Cassian: my feels are hurt too bro. they’re just ignoring us.

Feyre: Nes, take out tomorrow for deets?

Nesta: Yes, I want Chinese while grilling her.

Rhys: I’ll bring the drinks.

Nesta: You’re not invited.

Cassian: Can you order me the dumplings?

Feyre: You’re also not invited.

Nesta: Sisters only. *X emoji* Nesta: I’ll bring us those nice face masks.

Cassian: I want a face mask.

Feyre: no<3

Rhys: But I love me a good face mask too.

Nesta: No. *middle finger emoji*

Cassian: Nes, if I let you peg me, can I come for face masks and chinese?

Nesta: for fucks sake cassian.

Rhys: HAHA

Feyre: god damn it Cassian

Rhys: I mean, Feyre darling if that’s what gets me a face mask and the tea…*smirk emoji*

Nesta: you’re both disgusting.

Feyre: *eyes roll emoji* No. Feyre: unless? *side eye emoji*

Nesta: FEYRE

Elain had finally stumbled home the following afternoon after being fucked six ways to Sunday and she found her sisters waiting for her with face masks, food, and wide eyes. Elain only grinned sheepishly and slumped against her door.

“I’m glad you’re alive.” Nesta said dryly and Elain waved her off with a hand, her grin wide on her face.

“That good, huh?” Feyre asked with her own grin.

“Yes.” she breathed, still thinking about Lucien and what he had done to her. At the way he had kissed her and touched her and fucked her. It hadn’t been good. It had been great.

Elain couldn’t remember a time she had been so enthusiastic to have someone fuck her. Then again, she had had only one partner and even in her fantasies, it hadn’t been like that. Elain bit her lip as a blush bloomed on her cheeks, her mind drifting back to a night like nothing she’d ever experienced before…

“I’m going to take, and take, and take from you, Elain.” he had whispered in her ear darkly. “And then my god am I going to give you. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to be a good girl for me?” he had asked her while his hands caressed her bare skin. “Will you be the best girl for me? Because if you are, I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”

“I’ll be the best girl.” she whispered and shuddered when his lips had kissed and licked their way down her neck, to her collarbones, and then to her exposed breasts. Her hands had come up to immediately cover them, flushing lightly as he looked up at her, quirking a brow in question.

“They’re — they’re small.” she said and Lucien shot her a look so disapproving, she thought he’d spank her.

He had spanked her later on but at that moment, his hands had cupped one gently, and giving her one last look, his mouth descended on the other. Elain’s moans were breathy as he sucked and squeezed her breasts, switching between the two. He had only pulled away to ask her in a husky voice, “You like my mouth right here? Because I love these pretty little things so much.”

A strangled cry was the only reply she could give when he bit down on one gently and squeezed the other. Then switched and did it again. The sound that came out of her mouth had him pulling away with a smirk.

“Such sounds coming out of that lovely mouth.” he whispered, kissing the valley between her breasts. “You’re going to take my cock in your pretty little pussy and come when I tell you to?” he asked softly, sliding his hands up and smoothing back her hair. “Because I want to fuck you very, very hard, Elain. May I do that, please?”

She knew he could feel the wetness that pooled between her legs at the words and resisted the urge to arch against him. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.” she breathed.

“You’re just an angel, aren’t you?” he whispered and left a light kiss on her lips. “So ready for me to use you and then take care of you. You want me to take care of you?”

“Please.” she nearly begged. “Please take care of me.”

“Then spread your legs a little wider for me, love. Let me see you in all your glory.”

And take care of her he had.

It was like Lucien was made for Elain and Elain was made for Lucien.

After he had worshipped her between her legs, he lined himself up to her entrance with her legs around his waist, and Lucien watched her face as he slid into her the first time. And that moment, the moment he had filled her up to the hilt…Lucien knew this was different. Elain knew she wouldn’t be the same. The way he fit her had Elain never wanting to be without his cock again. And by the gods, had she wanted to feel how he fit her without a condom and have his come spill out of her.

Which would be insane of course, considering they had only met that evening. But these feelings, these intense emotions. Oh, she had all the inspiration she needed.

It had only gotten better from there. He had flipped her over and feasted on her again before taking her hard and fast from behind.

Elain never thought she’d be the kind of girl who enjoyed her face being pushed into the mattress like that but when it was Lucien’s hands holding her and his cock fucking her, she found she liked it a little too much.

And she also found that she liked it even more when he talked to her. In between their rigorous activities, they took breaks to chat and get to know the person they were baring themselves to.

Elain found she liked Lucien and the way his mind worked a lot. Lucien found he felt the same about Elain.

And then Elain found she really wanted to suck the cock that made her feel so good. She had crawled toward him on his bed and draped herself across his legs, blinking up at him innocently.

“I want to make you feel good too.” she had whispered and Lucien had smiled at her, brushing her hair to the side.

“And how do you want to do that?”

“By taking you in my mouth.”

“No, you need to phrase that better, love.” he commanded softly, his thumb sliding across her bottom lip. “How do you want to make me feel good?”

“By sucking your cock.” she answered breathlessly. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“It’s a good thing I want to come in your mouth too, princess.” he replied and then sat back, a king on his throne of a bed. “Show me what a good girl can do with that pretty mouth.”

And Elain certainly had, savoring the way he swore, the way his hands had tightened in her hair, and the way he barely held it together while her tongue played with him, especially as her own wetness dripped down her legs. Lucien had spilled in her mouth with such intensity, come had spilled down the sides of her mouth. She had swallowed as much as she could, like the good girl she wanted to be for him and Lucien’s grin had been feral at the sight.

Shortly after, he had spread her legs and returned the favor with his mouth and fingers then flipped her over and took her from behind a second time, pulling her up, his fist wrapped around her hair. “Look at your pretty swollen cunt, flower.” he had growled in her ear as she whined and panted to the rhythm of his thrusts. “You’re doing so good. It’s a perfect fit for my cock.”

“Please.” she had begged. As if he hadn’t been giving her everything she wanted and more.

Lucky for Elain, Lucien had wanted to keep giving and taking. It was well in the AM that Elain had been fucked in every corner of his bedroom. She had come riding his dick and his face and his cock again, flopping rather unattractively on his bed with a little whimper after what she thought was the final fucking.

He had chuckled, his hands gently caressed her back and Lucien had paused for just a moment then smacked her plump little ass firmly. He had given her just one moment of reprieve then — a ragged cry escaped her lips as he pulled her hips back towards him, pulling her ass up the way he wanted. “I’m sorry, flower. I thought we were done but then your pretty little pussy —” he started as his hands slid to play with her and Elain couldn’t help the rocking of her hips against his fingers. Or the little needy moan that escaped her lips at how sensitive she was. “ — looks like it needs my cock one more time.” He had whispered and pulled his hand away so he squeezed her ass instead and slid it soothingly up her spine, his other hand fisting his cock slowly. “I love my hand on your throat,” he continued in his ear, and she shuddered against him. “But I love your face pressed in my sheets and the sweet, sweet sounds you make. What would you like?”

Elain had only arched her hips further for him and turned her head to meet his gaze. “Whatever you want to do.” she breathed. “I’m all yours.”

With a wolfish grin, Lucien had pulled her lips to his for a searing kiss and thrust into her to the hilt once more. He had told her she had one more orgasm in her and just like a good little girl, she obliged.

Elain hadn’t remembered her name or anything about herself for the rest of that night. She only knew that she was in the arms of a man who had her body trembling in need and pleasure. Pleasure he had given her all night, pleasure he had given her the morning after he had made her breakfast, and pleasure he had given her right until he sent her home.

She had kissed him goodbye, her hand on the doorknob when his hand had slid up her dress and he had pushed her panties to the side, rubbing his fingers in the wetness of her heated center. He thrust two fingers inside her with a pleased hum.

“One more time before you go.” He had whispered in her ear as she braced herself against his door and rocked her hips to match the thrust of his fingers. “So I can savor your taste until I get you to myself again.”

She had made a desperate, filthy little noise as he played with her and pumped his fingers into her. He had whispered such dirty things in her ear and Elain had slumped against the door as she came with a choked cry. Lucien had only chuckled when he pulled away, his eyes locked on hers as he licked his fingers clean.

Elain had left his house on shaking legs and her legs nearly started shaking again just reliving the memories.

“Well, shit. He must’ve really rocked your world.” Feyre said with a cackle and Elain blinked, her blush deepening as she finally remembered she was back at her apartment with her sisters waiting on her. Waiting on her to explain and not on her knees in front of Lucien and letting him do whatever he wanted to her.

Her sisters shared a look, both clearly holding back more laughs but Elain…well, she knew she had gotten all the inspiration she needed. Inspiration and maybe…maybe something more.

“Are you seeing him again?” Nesta asked, quirking a brow.

“For dinner tomorrow night.” she whispered. “And then for a date he’s planning the day after.”

“And more fucking, I presume?” Feyre asked, her lips twitching.

“Definitely more fucking.” Nesta added on with a snort at Elain’s flushed face.

“If I’m lucky.” was Elain’s reply and she straightened, feeling the effects of Lucien everywhere. “And I think I’m going to be very, very lucky.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #myfics #I hope yall enjoy!#Here is Elain just being unhinged because I love this look on her #she's hilarious #I hope you all get a laugh #I tried tagging people but oh my god tumblr is going nuts on me #so please forgive me if I missed you #shoutout to Becca for reading this through for me #and for Tat and her naughty posts haha #please tell me you find the texts as hilarious as I did lol

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fat-butch-dyke · 1 year

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Puzzleshipping tentacle hentai

Here it is friends please enjoy aaaaa

#yugioh #yami yugi #yugi mutou #into the void #puzzleshipping #ns/fw #writing requests #minimal editing but oh well lol #these are mostly for fun #i hope yall enjoy!

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massive-uwu-energy · 2 years

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Heartstopper Tickle Fic!

Nick and Charlie sleep over and are bored so they decide to play a classic game of truth or dare! it does end up exposing poor nick.

( i know truth or dare is super like basic, i've never written a fic before so cut me some slack!)

Nick and Charlie just got home from school, it was a weekend so Nick decided to come over to Charlie's and of course he was super happy to have Nick over.

After they finished their homework, they both realized they was very bored

"Aha! What about truth or dare!" Nick exclamed

"Thats the most sterotypical thing on the planet!" Charlie said with a giggle

"Well i dont see you having any good ideas!" Nick said fluffing Charlies hair

"Fineeeee" Charlie said while removing his boyfriends hand

So the game began! They were playing with the app, and it was all silly little truths and dares, until Nick chose truth

Charlie gasped at his phone "You have to tell the truth to this one! Are you ticklish, and if so where are you most ticklish?"

Nick Nelsons flustered face said it all "N-no! Your turn!" Nick said avoiding eye contact

"I think your lyinggg~" Charlie teased while slowly making his way to Nick

"C-Charlie! We can talk about this!" Nick said backing up slowly

Charlie lunged himself at Nick, knocking Nick down and sitting down at his hips

Nick was blushing like mad! Covering his face and giggling nervously

Charlie just started wiggling his fingers and his giggles went up a octave!

"I havent even tickled you yet! Honesly rugby lad i can take you down just by wiggling my fingers at you

"S-shut up!" Nick said without any real spite

"I wonder what would happen if~" Charlie said while tickling Nicks sides gently

"ah! aha chahaharlie!!" Nick giggled, making absolutly no effort to stop him

"i thought you wasnt ticklish! Did you lie to me?!" Charlie said while tickling one side and squeezing the other

"ihihim sohohohohory! aH!" Nick said while now kicking his feet and wiggling around

"your just like a golden retriver!" Charlie said while making a claw with his hand and tickling Nicks tummy

"ahahaham nohohohot *snort* ohohoho god!" Nick said while snorting

"Did you just snort?! Can you get any cuter?!" Charlie asked while giggling along with him

After a few more minutes of tickles, Charlie let up

"Since your obviously very ticklish, where are you most ticklish?" Charlie asked crossing his arms

"W-will you not go to hard on me?"

"Promise!" Charlie said with a promising smile

Nick somehow blushed darker and raised his arms, not able to keep them up long before putting them down and giggling more

Charlie grabbed one of Nicks arms and pinned it on the ground, while the giggling Nick just covered his face with the other hand

"You ready giggles?" Charlie asked his boyfriend with his new nickname

Nick nodded

Charlies smile grew on his face seeing his boyfriend so adorable like this! How is he so cute!?

Charlie lifted one finger and slowly wiggled it in Nicks underarm, and he went nuts!

"AHAHAHAHA!! C-CHAHAHAHAR! EHEHEHE!" Nick loudly laughed outloud, Charlie joined him

"Is this your tickle spot?" Charlie teased

Nick nodded frantically, finnaly after what felt like forever of Charlie attacking him, Nick finnaly fought back. Nick pushed Charlie back with the one hand that wasnt pinned down

Charlie shot back up and laughed along with Nick, easing his attack on his poor boyfriend

"C-charrr, your so mean!" Nick winned, not really meaning it

"Oh you poor thing, you enjoyed it though!"

Nick hid his poor blushing face in his hands "S-shut up"

Charlie giggled and pulled Nick into a hug, knowing he was going to be tickling him again very soon

#heartstopper tickle #lee!nick #ler!charlie #tickle #heartstopper #omg this is my first fic #ahhhh #i hope yall enjoy!

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sculkdin · 2 years

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RIGHT i remembered i should probably paste the links to my fics on here huh. anyways! have some c!dream and c!tina, post prison escape, dubiously canon compliant (as in, canon has not yet disproven it, but... probably will eventually lol rip)

Summary: It's years of hanging out with Sapnap that has Dream actually recognizing the subtleties of Tina's approach.

For Sapnap, it was a shift in heat, a drop in humidity, dry air blowing across your face with the arid sense of heavy smoke.

For Tina, it's a bitter gust of cold wind, the sharp feeling of ice on the back of your neck, a chill in your bones that nearly makes your teeth chatter.

For both of them, it's the kind of feeling that creeps in, something no one would ever notice unless they were looking for it.

And Dream, in this moment, is looking for it.

(In the aftermath of the breakout, Dream befriends Tina. Or rather, Tina is befriended by Dream.)

#dreamwastaken #dream #tinakitten #c!dream #c!tina #dsmp #dream smp #why am i posting this now? well #i MAY have a prequel to this fic nearly ready to post ahahaha #also. tina's stream last night made my love for this duo come back full throttle #so #i hope yall enjoy!

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emberglowfox · 7 months

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Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

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lupucs · 2 months

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Undyne tries to be a good lab partner to Alphys but then Frisk shows up with some newfound skills 🐟🦖 Made with Blender!

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#undertale #animation #undyne #alphys #alphyne #frisk #blender #3d animation #i worked like 5 months on this on and off why am i like this #ive been meaning to model and animate them for a while im so glad i finally got around to it #their designs were so interesting to make i tried to keep em cartoony and stylized #hope yall enjoy i snuck in some details here n there hehe

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crazywolf828 · 9 months

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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!

#hope yall enjoy😌#share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭#fics #fan fiction #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #smut #write #don't mind me #i dunno what else to tag this as

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sant-riley · 6 months

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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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ruubesz-draws · 14 days

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Godzilla x Kong New Empire but it's the Spongebob Movie

I had this idea BEFORE the movie even came out lol

This took longer than I thought! Please appreciate it!

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 15 days

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chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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