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The birthday gift

A Halsin x reader fanfiction | Explicit, 18+ | 7k words A/N: Okay since the Halsin brainrot has had its hold on me for ages, I started this fic on my birthday in december, not expecting to ever finish it because I have literally never finished anything I've started writing before- until now. I got inspired to write this by this post (for the birthday part, the smut part is my own horny imagination) and well, this is the final product. Since it's my first time publishing any of my writing and writing smut at all, please be kind with me XD Summary: Your companions prepare a surprise birthday party for you, Halsin sees you in your new dress, you two dancing leads to him confessing his feelings for you and a very happy ending... CW: halsin x f!reader, virgin reader, halsin eating pussy, fingering, p in v sex, breeding, rough sex i guess, halsin being the man he is, all that stuff idk what to write here really

I hope you enjoy it, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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You and your companions had finally reached Baldur’s Gate. It’s still morning when you enter Rivington that day and the streets are busy with all kinds of people, many seemingly refugees from Elturel and farther away, here to find shelter in the city. As you continue down the road to the village in front of the city gates, you are stopped by a little red-headed girl.

“Erm. ‘Scuse me, I can’t find my mum.” She looks worn out and as if she has recently been crying.

“Where did you last see her?” you ask as you bend down to her, smiling to show you want to help.

“She went to go get some herbs - for her spots” she gestures towards her face. “She was sick. And she was supposed to come back the same day.” She pauses before adding, “That was last tenday though.”

“Let’s go find a guard. They’ll be able to help you”, you propose.

The girl shakes her head. “Guards blow like petards. They don’t help us.”

Your heart sinks at these words. It seems all these people were here because the city wouldn’t take them in. And the guards are no help either, apparently. You wonder what happened to your city, where once everyone was welcome.

Halsin sighs and shakes his head in disapproval. “This city is a poor place to be in need of help. Even the guards can’t be trusted to protect the most vulnerable.”

You silently agree and think of how you could help that girl. You decide to spare a few coins, so she can buy herself some food.

“I don’t know where your mum is, but here - take a few coins”, you offer her, not able to tell her that her mother is most likely dead. Halsin smiles at you warmly as you shoot him a quick glance, the sight making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh - erm. Thank you so much! I don’t have anything and you can’t do anything without any coin”, the little girl exclaims, bobbing on her toes and suddenly looking a little less tired. “I’ll pay you back. When I find my mum.” She turns around and bolts. “No need, it’s a gift!” you call after her but she has already vanished in the crowd.

You finally arrive at Wyrm’s Rock Crossing in the evening, after you had snuck past one of the new city guards - the so-called Steel Watch - and promised to investigate the murder of the local Ilmater priest. Another incident that seems to fuel the hate towards the refugees.

And that isn’t even all. The city is closed, even for you as a Baldurian, and to get in you’d need an Admission Pass - or wings. You sigh. You just want to get into the city, rent a room in the Elfsong and think about what to do next, now that the Absolute’s army must soon be upon the city.

It’s all too much and too little time. And you can’t just turn away from the people you met in Rivington either, they need help just as much as you need to find out how to beat the Absolute’s Chosen and get rid of the tadpoles.

When you make your way around camp that evening, checking up on your companions, Halsin notices your exhaustion, the way you slump your shoulders and how your usually impeccable stance falters. He wants to relieve you of at least a bit of the tension, so when you walk over to him, he offers you a massage. The things he wants to say to you can wait until tomorrow.

“Thank you, Halsin”, you accept, his hands turning you around and gently pushing you down to sit on your knees before him. You sigh as his broad hands knead the tension from your back and by the time he is finished, you feel like a sleepy, boneless lump of flesh, muscles completely relaxed. You thank Halsin again before you retire to your bedroll, the hopeful thought that the offer might’ve been more than Halsin’s usual kindness crossing your mind before you drift off to sleep.

The next evening, you were finally inside the city walls. You consider the new information of the day. How you got your hands on an invitation to the celebration at Wyrm’s rock fortress, your disbelief to see that it was Lord Gortash’s coronation as Arch Duke, how he made the tadpoled Duke Ravengard give up his power and how Bane’s Chosen then proposed an alliance against Orin, the shapeshifter that had already approached you in Rivington. You had agreed to kill her, but you definitely wouldn’t leave Gortash his Netherstone. But that is a problem for another day. You had managed to get a room in the Elfsong Tavern and as usual you make your way through it to hear what your companions think of all that had happened today. Most approve of your decision. Halsin is the last person you speak to and as always, he has just the right words to ease your worries. For now, at least.

“Wait-”, he grabs your arm before you can leave. “I didn’t thank you yet.” His large hand is warm and makes your skin tingle where it touches you.

“Thank me? For what?” He chuckles at your puzzled look. “For all that you did in Rivington yesterday. You have so many worries and yet you still go out of your way to help those in need. The way you made that little girl smile, or how you didn’t hesitate to investigate what happened to that Ilmater priest.” A blush creeps up your cheeks as he continues. “I’m afraid Nature’s balance can never be restored in a city like this, but seeing what you do every day without expecting anything in return gives me hope. And for that I thank you.” You smile up at him, lost for words with your heart beating fast.

“I appreciate you saying this. I wish I could to more, to help everyone, but if I can at least do a little good, it’s worth the exhaustion at the end of the day”, you eventually admit with a smile. Halsin grins. “You’re too modest. I wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are.” Your cheeks blush an even deeper red at those words and only when you retire to bed for the evening does your heart resume its normal pace again. But the warm feeling Halsin’s presence gave you remained for the night.

After you had the first proper breakfast since your crash with the Nautiloid, you feel ready to explore the city and find out how to best deal with all your problems. You hadn’t particularly missed the bustle and noise of your old home, but you can’t help feeling safer now that you were in familiar surroundings again.

Gale proposed to go to Sorcerous Sundries, both to find out more about the Elderbrain’s crown and to see what the wizard there wants with your companion Nightsong. Since you don’t have an idea where to find Orin yet, you figure that this is as good as any other thing you could be doing.

The way from Elfsong to the magic shop isn’t far and you still have some time before it opens, so you decide to stop by the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette to update yourself on any news you had missed in your absence and struggle with the Absolute.

Scanning the title page, you notice the date in the corner and your brows shoot up in surprise. Noticing this, Gale asks if you found anything important in the newspaper.

“No, it’s just that I realised today is my birthday and I've completely forgotten about it. That means we have been on the road for more than two months already”, you wonder aloud before you add, “It doesn’t feel that long.”

“Well, then we have to celebrate of course!” Gale exclaims happily. You smile at his enthusiasm but shake your head. “We have bigger problems for now. Let’s see what this Lorroakan wants with Dame Aylin and then get on with our business. Besides,” you shrug, “we didn’t celebrate birthdays in my monastery anyways so I won’t miss anything.”

“If you say so,” Gale replies and you turn your attention back towards the page you were studying before.

You had already forgotten about the conversation as you come into your chamber in the Elfsong, grateful for the few minutes alone during the bath you had taken and the respite for your tired body.

But the moment you enter the room, Karlach and Shadowheart drag you to a set dinner table, laden with the most delicious food you could imagine. There aren’t your ordinary fish heads and the mouldy bread you usually have to call supper, instead delicious smelling pork roasts, pies, glazed carrots and potatoes, deep red apples and more pile atop the table, all lovingly placed around a huge flower bouquet in the middle of it.

You are so overwhelmed by the amount of work your friends must’ve put into this, that you can only stutter a ‘thank you’ before Karlach announces, “Happy birthday soldier! Halsin, Gale and Shadowheart here told us that today is your birthday and you never had a proper party before, so we decided to prepare you a little something!” With a grin she gestures from the table to one of the unoccupied beds, where a few packages are placed.

“You brought me presents too? You really didn’t have to!” you exclaim in surprise. You are so touched that your friends -among all the trouble- still found time to prepare the presents and this party for you that you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“Darling, no need to cry,” Astarion laughs as he pushes you onto your designated chair. “This is a party and not a funeral! Go ahead and enjoy yourself, it’s your special day after all!”

With a sniff and a small chuckle at Astarion’s words you sit down properly. He is right, of course, and you all clearly enjoy having a small break from the worries you faced at the moment.

Smiling hesitantly, you grab some meat and vegetables and start to eat - it really is delicious. You revel in the laughter and conversations with your friends, your weariness from todays fight forgotten for the moment.

When all of you can’t possibly eat any more, Karlach drags you over to the bed with the presents. You can tell she is excited to see if you like the few things your companions managed to get you in the time they had for preparing, so you start unpacking.

The first present contains a book on the monastery you were raised in, with a handwritten note from Gale:

“I’m sure you already know most information this book has to offer, but I thought it might still bring you comfort and remind you of home.” You thank him with a tight hug and carefully place the book into your bag.

The next package is a bottle of the finest liquor of the Elfsong Tavern, plus a sparkler for every one of your companions which Karlach sets of immediately.

Laughing at her shenanigans, you reach for the last and biggest present. It is wrapped in red paper and decorated with a little white bow. You wonder where your companions had managed to find all those things while you carefully pull the paper open. Soon a dress falls out of the packaging and you gaze at it in awe. Your fingers trace the deep forest green fabric, intricate silver and gold patterns weaved into it.

“This is beautiful, thank you, truly!” you say earnestly. You still can’t quite believe that all this should be for you. “I thought you would like it”, smiles Shadowheart. “And I’m certain it will suit you beautifully. Go now - try it on!” she urges you.

You walk to the bathroom which still smells of the quince-scented soap you had used for your bath a few hours before. While changing, you bask in that warm feeling in your chest these moments among your friends always grant you. Whatever problems you had encountered, in your opinion they have all been worth it just for the people you found and let into your heart along the way. As cheesy as that sounds.

You regard yourself in the mirror. The dress is cut low and close-fitting, capturing your cleavage in a very flattering way. Maybe too flattering, if you think about it too much. This isn’t something you’d usually wear, but you have to admit that you like the way the dress looks on you. A bit insecure you go back into your room, where you are greeted with approving cheers and whistles from your friends.

“You look absolutely stunning”, Shadowheart admires. “I knew it would look good on you! Turn around please”, she commands. You do what you are told, with red cheeks at the compliment.

When you face Shadowheart again, you notice Halsin gazing at you with pure admiration - and something else you can’t quite place. You think you notice a golden shimmer in his eyes, but that could be a trick of the light considering all the candles in the room.

“I must admit, your neck looks very tempting in that dress but I know someone who is a lot hungrier for you than me right now”, Astarion remarks with a wicked grin and a sideward glance. You frown at him, though you can’t help your heart skipping a beat at these words. Could he possibly mean Halsin?

“Now, what would a party be without some music and dance?” Wyll interrupts your thoughts and as if these words have summoned her, the bard the party had met in the druid grove appears in the doorway.

“Alfira!” you exclaim happily and immediately rush over to hug her. “I’m so glad you got to Baldur’s Gate alright!”

Alfira grins at you. “Yes, thanks to you and your friends here. When they reached out to me today and told me it was your birthday, I just had to come! Wyll organised everything.” You nod to him in thanks. “Now, I don’t have anything to give you but just tell me what you want to hear and I will play it for you!”

“Thanks, Alfira, that’s more than enough for me”, you beam and lead her into the room towards your group. “Wyll, now is your chance to show me your dancing!” You say as you take his hand and pull him into the middle of the room, then you grab Karlach and Gale and start to move to the tune Alfira started to play. Karlach swirls you around and Wyll shows you the dance moves from court, which -to be honest- remind you a bit of the mating dances you had seen with a few bird species.

Out of breath from all the dancing and laughing, you request a slower tune from the tiefling bard. You manage to persuade Shadowheart to put away her wine for a moment and start to waltz around the room with her. She is quite the good dancer and you wonder where she had learned it, with her being raised in a Sharran temple and everything.

At the next tune, you approach Halsin. With your head light from the wine, you have finally gathered the courage to ask him for what you have secretly thought about the whole time.

Still, you can feel your heart beating in your throat. “Erm…Halsin, w-would you honour me with a dance?” you eventually manage to mumble out shyly.

“Of course, little flower. Whatever your heart desires.” That particular heart skips a beat at his intimate tone. “Although you might wish you hadn’t asked me that once you’ve seen my dancing”, he adds with a chuckle as he takes your hand.

He leads you into the room and starts to swirl you around to the melody of Alfira’s lute. He definitely isn’t as graceful as Shadowheart but certainly not as bad as he has made it sound. But even if he’d had the dancing skills of a bugbear, you wouldn’t have noticed. His large and warm hand around your waist and the smile with which he regards you sends your pulse through the ceiling. His smell of pine and honey and fresh air intoxicates you and it is hard to keep your feet from getting tangled in your dress.

When he leans down to you, you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. “Before you go and mingle again, I still have a present for you. I wasn’t sure if you would even like it”, he admits, “but I have decided to give it to you anyways.” When the tune ends, he leads you to the space in your room where his bed stands and bends down to search his pack.

You think about how long it took you to realise how attracted you are to the druid as you admire his strong back before you. Of course, you have noticed his kindness and compassion and you have always marvelled at the way he drew strength from nature. But only since you had some kind of break these last days have you begun to understand the depth of your affection for the man before you. It runs deeper than mere friendship and the echo of his hands on your back have awoken a hunger inside you that only grows stronger the more you look at Halsin. How desperately you hope that he feels the same way about you…

When he stands up to turn around, you quickly brush away the thought that has sent the heat into your cheeks again.

“You’re the only one who knows of my secret passion”, he begins jokingly, “so I thought you might accept this as my present for your special day.” He hands you a small whittled duck he has apparently made in the hours you were away from camp. You can’t help but tear up at the thought of how much effort he has put into all the details he has carved. There are even small webbed feet on the underside of the little duck.

“Thank you Halsin, this is an amazing gift!” You smile down at the little duck. “You are amazing”, you add quietly.

“With all that you have done for me, I should be the one thanking you night and day.” As you look into his eyes again you see that his gaze is now very solemn. “There was another reason for wanting to speak to you privately. I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.” Your heart flutters in recognition of his words, the confession sending sparks across your skin.

“I want more than to fight at your side, or to sit around the campfire with you. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine.” Halsin’s gaze on you is intense, filling your chest with a burning heat that slowly spreads lower into your belly, as if the wine you have been drinking suddenly caught on fire inside of you.

Halsin continues, “I think you feel the same way - but tell me I’m wrong and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more.”

You stare at him for a moment before you realise that he waits for your answer.

“Y-you’re not wrong, far from it”, you whisper. “I would like that very much.” You smile up at him and he takes your hand in his.

“May I kiss you?” he breathes out, relieved. You nod and he bends down to gently press his lips on yours.

His hand slides up your arm and to your back while he places his other behind your head, gently pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

You feel his tongue prodding at your lips, demanding entrance and you happily oblige. The feeling of his soft lips on yours sends you spiralling and you can’t stifle the small moan that escapes you. Halsin sends out a silent prayer to Silvanus - if that is all it takes to make you moan, what sounds do you make when he finally gets to taste you? Groaning, his hand on your back slowly wanders lower, a silent question of permission in his eyes. You press your body against his as an answer, feeling the heat radiating off his chest … and lower.

Halsins hand grips your ass firmly, making you gasp, the other joining in and hoisting you up on his hips, turning you both around and pressing your back to the wall. You cannot stop the surprised squeak that escapes your lips at the sudden movement and Halsin presses his mouth on yours to stifle it.

The feeling of the growing bulge in his pants between your legs and the low moan Halsin utters before kissing you even more vigorously sends a shiver down your spine, pressure starting to build between your thighs.

In a desperate attempt to pull him closer, your hands grip Halsin’s hair, arms, everything you can reach. But before you can lose yourself in him, Halsin releases your lips, panting, and rests his forehead against yours.

“I would very much like to continue”, he whispers, his breathing ragged and voice hoarse with desire, “but the others will expect us back and I think you would probably like a bit more privacy.” He sighs and softly kisses your hair. “I will come to your bed when the party has ended, little flower. But don’t expect much sleep”, he adds with a wicked grin. You can only nod as he gently props you back on your feet.

With your head spinning, you get back to the others, averting your eyes from the knowing smirks of Astarion and Shadowheart noticing your ruffled hair and flushed cheeks. You ignore them, trying to engage in some more conversation and one or two dances while the thought of what awaits you won’t leave your head.

When the last of the party finally bids you goodnight, you hurry to bed, awaiting Halsin. You can’t get away from the echoes of his hands on your body, heart already racing again and warmth blooming in your belly. Even if he hadn’t promised you he’d come tonight, you would’ve been unable to sleep.

A soft rustle next to your ear startles you from your thoughts and as you turn your head, you could make out Halsin’s large figure in the dark, crouching beside your bed.

He cuts you off from what you wanted to say by placing a finger on your mouth, his other hand sliding under your back and pulling you into an upright position. With your heart beating into your throat, you take the hand Halsin offers as he gently beckons you to follow him into the corridor outside of the room the party shares, then further into a small but cosy bedroom on the next floor.

The door closes with a click and before you can say anything, Halsin sweeps you up into his arms, pressing you flat against the door and capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like it burns you from the inside.

Halsin’s fresh, earthy scent floods your senses as your tongues intertwine and your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at his braids. You whine when Halsin lets go of your lips, only to gasp as he starts nibbling and placing searing kisses on your jaw while his hands squeeze your ass firmly, bringing your bodies as close together as possible.

You moan at the growing ache between your thighs but plant your small fists against his shoulders anyway, gently pushing him away a bit. Halsin’s eyes, pupils wide and dark with desire, find yours.

“What is it my heart?” he asks, voice hoarse. “Do you want me to stop?” You see no disappointment in his gaze, only worry and your heart swells at how selfless your lover is. You avert your eyes, suddenly embarrassed to tell what troubles you.

“I- I j-just wanted t-to say that … um … well, I- I have never been with someone before”, you mumble eventually, averting your gaze as you blush furiously.

“Silvanus, preserve me”, Halsin groans out before almost dropping you and stumbling backwards, trying to steady himself on the small desk opposite the bed. With wide eyes you regard what is happening before you. Halsin drops to his knees, a deep animalistic growl coming from his lips as his eyes fill with golden light and he transforms into his huge bear form.

You gasp and nearly trip over your feet in an attempt to make room for the bear before you, but the animal fills almost the entire chamber. After finally regaining his composure, Halsin manages to change back into his elf form, with a snarl and a ragged breath coming from his lips.

“Forgive me. I- lost the run of myself.” He shakes his head in disgust at his outbreak, terrified that he has ruined this precious moment with you before it could properly begin, and slowly gets back to his feet. “Sometimes, when blood runs hot enough, it’s difficult to tame the beast. And the thought of you trusting me enough to share your first time with me … well, you saw what happened”, he smiles tentatively, slowly approaching you again with hesitation in his eyes.

“Don’t apologise”, you assure him with a shy smile. “I like it.” If possible, you blush even harder now. “Maybe for another time…?” you add, fidgeting nervously with the front of your dress.

A relieved grin spreads over Halsin’s face. “You like it..?”, he chuckles. “You are full of surprises, little flower.” As he steps forward, he bends down to gently plant a kiss on your cheek, only to proceed to bite at your earlobe which elicits a delicious moan from you.

“I’m glad you think so, but now you’ve made it even harder for me not to outright devour you”, his low voice whispers in your ear. “Nevertheless, I will be gentle. Or at least I’ll try to be.” You swallow hard, arousal sending shivers down your spine.

Halsin’s arms wrap around your waist again as he kisses your jaw, your forehead and nose, until eventually his lips find yours again, his tongue ravaging you like a man starving. His hands, this time directly shoving under your dress, firmly grip your thighs. He ruts against you, growling, his now rock-hard cock pressing against the confinements of his clothing.

His fingers trail higher up, kneading your ass, then stroking the soft skin of your back before slowly wandering even higher. His touch sends jolts through your body and you can feel the heat between your legs, already nearly too much to bear.

His eyes hold an unspoken question and when you nod, Halsin lifts your dress off and brings his mouth down on one of your breasts, the hand that’s not on your back now gently kneading the other, massaging the hardened nipple between his fingers. You mewl at the sensation, impossibly more pressure building between your thighs. Halsin gently bites down at your breast, only to run his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the mark he made. You moan and arch your back, desperately trying to press closer against Halsin’s still overly clothed erection, wanting to feel everything of him.

He growls and his mouth begins to place kisses down your front, between your breasts, on the soft flesh of your belly until he is on his knees before you, his warm breath fanning over you and flooding you with heat.

“More?” he asks, his pupils blown wide with lust, as his thumbs brush the soft skin between your legs. “Please”, you whine, knees almost too weak to stand and your underwear already embarrassingly soaked.

Halsin wastes no time, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs, his one hand holding you in place and his other slowly -too slowly- sliding your panties down your legs. The sight of you bare and dripping with need before him almost makes him lose control again, makes him want to take you, devour you, fuck you, mark you and then fill you to the brim with his cum but with a groan he wills himself to calm down and be gentle with you. He won’t hurt you. He won’t.

He exhales deeply, lifting one of your legs up and slowly swiping his tongue through your wet folds, which earns him a choked gasp. His nose nudges your clit as his tongue starts stroking, slowly at first, then faster and with more pressure. You can’t help the way each expert swipe of his tongue makes your hips buck into his mouth as countless moans and sighs fall out of your mouth. Halsin growls in response, the vibrations around your sensitive bud making your legs shake. You can barely keep up and the coil in your belly is tightening ever faster with Halsin’s mouth sucking your clit and his tongue inside you.

“You are sweeter than honey, my heart”, he groans as his tongue presses flat against you. “Let me taste you as you come undone on my tongue.” With your mind clouded with lust, all you can do is moan out Halsin’s name and press yourself further against your lover’s mouth.

With a wicked grin, Halsin inserts a second finger into your quivering hole, pushing inside over and over again, holding you firmly in place as you try to writhe away from the intense pleasure. His fingers coil upwards in response, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

He understands anyway, now slowly dragging a thick finger through your dripping folds until he stops, teasingly pressing against your entrance. You whine, begging him to fill you, to do anything to release the overwhelming pressure between your thighs. When he finally thrusts into you, you can’t stifle the cry of pleasure that escapes your mouth. With Halsin’s finger now working your cunt open, his mouth continues its ministrations, licking and sucking your clit, soaking your legs with your slick.

“Please Halsin…”, you beg, toes curling and legs shaking, “I’m close- I- Oh!“

Moaning into your cunt, Halsin picks up his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue swipes over your clit again and again, bringing you closer to your end.

One more thrust with his fingers and a soft nip of his teeth against the sensitive bud between your legs is all it needs to send you spiralling over the edge. “Ha- Halsin!” you cry out, hips jerking violently and fingers digging into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you with the force of a lightning bolt. He moans at the sensations of your walls contracting around his fingers, the urge to take you and feel you squeeze his cock with your needy cunt almost overwhelming him.

You whine when he pulls his fingers out and stands up, bringing you in for a passionate kiss as you still struggle to regain your breath. Tasting yourself on Halsin’s tongue pulls a small moan from you and an embarrassed heat creeps up your back at the thought of how aroused you already are again.

With a smile, Halsin pulls away. “You are amazing, little flower”, he whispers breathlessly as he picks you up and gently places you on the bed, admiring your flushed body.

If Halsin’s tongue hadn’t just turned your mind to goo, you might have been able to return that compliment, but alas-

“May I go further?” Halsin asks and when you nod he swiftly discards of his clothes, you licking your lips at the sight of the elf naked before you. Your eyes take in his form, from his muscled arms down to the soft curve of his belly and- oh gods. Your eyes widen. You didn’t think he would be that big and the thought of him filling you makes you gulp down a mixture of fear and arousal.

Attentive as always, Halsin notices your insecurity and bends down to press gentle kisses against your ear. “We don’t have to do this, my heart…”, he whispers while he rubs soothing circles into your hips. He looks at you, his expression earnest. You bite your lip, thinking for a moment before answering. “N-no, I want this”, you assure him, your voice still weak but pleading now. The way you look so sweet with your little fangs on your lips makes Halsin feral and he kisses you again, desperate and more passionate this time. He groans into the kiss as he gently spreads your legs for him, lining up his tip with your dripping slit and sliding through your soft folds before stopping just at your entrance. The sensation of his hard length so close to entering you is enough to make your head fall back, eyes squeezed shut. “If it’s getting too much, tell me and I will stop immediately”, he whispers soothingly. “Now relax for me, little flower.”

All thoughts leave your head as Halsin slides in, agonizingly slow. The stretch would be painful if your lover hadn’t prepared you so thoroughly beforehand, but now you only feel pure bliss. Raising your head, you can see that he isn’t even halfway in but gods, you feel so full already that you can’t stifle the choked gasp that escapes your throat.

“You’re doing so well, my heart. Just a little bit more- mngh-!“ Halsin’s growl sends jolts through your spine as he finally bottoms out. You can see just how much effort it takes him to hold back by the way his jaw tenses and his chest is heaving.

“By Silvanus, you’re so tight-!“ A shiver crawls down his back, carrying a wave of soft golden light with it, as Halsin’s eyes light up with his magic for a moment. The thought of how you are able to bring your lover to the precipice of losing control is extremely flattering and you feel yourself clenching around Halsin’s cock, making him grunt in response. Finally somewhat accustoming to his size, you arch your back into the mattress below you. The new angle makes you moan in pleasure as you grip the sheets for support.

“Are you still feeling good, little flower?”, Halsin asks as he slides a hand from your hip under your back to support you. You can only form one thought. “More- please Halsin!” you whine desperately. You don’t have to ask twice, with a low growl he slides out - just to knock the breath out of you with his first, hard thrust. He sets a steady pace, one that leaves you moaning and gasping out his name. Halsin takes your small hands into his, pressing them into the bed beside you to pin you down, pushing into you deep and slow while he places bites and kisses on your throat and chest that will surely leave marks come morning.

Gods, Halsin thought. The sight of your small body sprawled beneath him, split apart by his thick cock while he fucks into you relentlessly is driving him insane. He is growling with every thrust now and each one of them makes you cry out in pleasure. It doesn’t take long until he has you on the precipice of release again, your cunt fluttering around Halsin’s length.

“H- halsin- please! I’m so close!” you can only beg, not sure if you can take much more, your body feeling like it might explode. “Come for me, my heart”, Halsin demands in a gravelly voice before pressing a thumb to your clit, rubbing and massaging until his name leaves your lips in a hoarse cry as your orgasm hits you with full force. Your hips jerk upwards, walls clenching around Halsin as you notice the tears from the overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. He continues to pound into you, prolonging your release and muttering praises for you under his breath.

Through the fog in your mind you wonder how Halsin still has the energy to keep going, his pace unwavering while you are completely spent, gladly accepting whatever your lover has to give you as long as you’re not required to move.

“I know it’s a lot right now but I need you to cum for me one more time, my heart”, Halsin huffs with a strained voice, pushing inside you once more and grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep you in place. The new position lets him slide even deeper than before and you can’t help the strangled cry that leaves you when Halsin starts pounding into you again, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back with blinding pleasure.

So, you do not see it coming when Halsin suddenly pulls out of you, the unexpected emptiness making you whine in displeasure, only for him to flip you over and press your chest into the soft bedding while he gently raises your hips.

“’s too much- please-!” you sob, your poor overstimulated clit still trying to recover from the last orgasm. But Halsin doesn’t relent and you can feel sharp pricks on your hips where his hand grips you, fingers partially wild-shaped into claws and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Seeing just how feral you drive him makes your hole clench around his shaft, the squeeze causing his hips to stutter as a grunt leaves his lips. “Silvanus preserve me”, Halsin pants as he fucks into you even faster, “if you keep squeezing me like that I will not be able to stop myself from claiming you completely, from making you mine and filling you up with my seed.”

You whimper at the image of Halsin pumping his cum into you, fucking it deep into your womb until he is sure that it has taken hold. You cannot pretend you haven’t thought about it before, the idea usually sending an embarrassed heat into your cheeks, but now - gods, now you needed it.

Completely breathless you moan, “Halsin I- ah-! please-! Fill me with your cubs!” These words were the last needed for Halsin to lose himself completely in you, driving himself into you with punishing strokes that cause you to arch yourself into him while moans and whispered curses fall from both your lips. The coil in your stomach is so tight again and when Halsin takes the hand from your hip to softly press on your lower belly you see stars. Your walls clench around Halsin’s cock and you feel him twitch inside you, a sign that he too is close to release. All it takes to send you over the edge is his finger pressed against your clit, your body shaking violently beneath him, toes curling, while waves of ecstasy course through you and you cry out his name.

With a last snap of his hips and a low moan, Halsin comes as well, twitching cock releasing hot spurts of cum inside your still fluttering walls. He continues to pump into you until the aftershocks of your shared orgasm have subsided, before he slowly pulls out. You collapse onto the mattress, exhaustion settling over your overstimulated body.

Halsin gets onto the bed with you, gently gathering you up in his arms and placing your head against his broad chest. “You’ve done so well for me, little flower”, he whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses on your face before he looks your body up and down. One of his hands comes up to stroke a strand of hair away from your damp forehead and to gently lift your chin in order to look you in the eyes. You note worry in his gaze, his brows furrowed in remorse when he plants a feather light kiss on your lips.

“I’ve hurt you”, he states. “I’m so sorry, my heart. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

You smile up at him and cuddle deeper into his arms before you shake your head. “Don’t apologise. I loved every second of it. There is no birthday present in this world that can ever match this”, you confess with a shy grin. “Although I have to admit I’m a little sore. You sure did your best to make sure I’m unable to walk tomorrow.”

Halsin chuckles. “I can help with that”, he answers with a sly smile, his free hand sliding down your body to stroke through your soft folds, muttering an incantation under his breath. As the familiar glow of the healing spell engulfs his fingers, you feel a rush of warmth where he touches you. A moan escapes your lips before you could stop it, eliciting a mischievous smirk from your lover as you hide your face against his chest in embarrassment.

“I’d be happy to go again, my love, but I think you need some rest first. Besides, we still have an Elderbrain to kill, so we’ll need our strength tomorrow.” You nod at that, the tiredness in your bones leaving you unable to object, even if you had wanted to. But you know he is right, so when Halsin wraps a blanket around you to carry you to the bathroom, you just relax into his chest, the sound of his steady breathing soothing you.

When the bathtub is filled with warm water, you are already half asleep, barely registering that Halsin is gently cleaning you up, rinsing the sweat from your hair and body and rubbing salve over the bite marks and the bruises on your hips once you are dry again.

You can hear the soft snores and deep breathing from your companions when Halsin brings you back into the room you share, all of them already fast asleep. Absentmindedly you wonder how long you and Halsin have been away, but the thought is gone as soon as Halsin places you on your bed.

“Goodnight, my little flower. Sleep well.” He gives you a kiss and turns to leave. You manage to grab his hand before he does, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stay with me tonight?” you mumble sleepily. Halsin smiles, warmth and adoration filling his chest as he carefully climbs next to you, the bedframe creaking slightly with his additional weight, and wraps his arms around your smaller figure. The thought of how your companions might react in the morning seeing you two in one bed briefly crosses your mind, but Halsin’s steady breathing and the soft pulse of his heart against your back soon drown out anything else as you drift to sleep in his warm embrace.

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stray. pt.4

joel miller! x fem! reader

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

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warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff..

warnings for chapter 4; as always reader being a bad bitch, guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, threats, torture, murder, deaths, s3xual @ssault (no r@pe) , mentions of r@pe, tension, arguing, cursing, anxiety, angst angst angst, loss, mourning, ptsd…

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“You’re not going.”

“But why?!” Ellie whines, shaking her hands. Exasperated.

“ ‘Cause you’d get me killed, brat.” you were packing on Larry’s house. You had a mission on the nearest city, a dirty job, but a good job. “Have you forgotten that you’re the most wanted kid in the entire world right now?” you ask her and she closes her mouth on a thin line. “Right.”

You roll your eyes, getting your water bottles and food to put them inside.

“It’s too dangerous even for you, y/n.” Larry says, sighing, tired. You two had been arguing about it for hours now.

“Larry. I’ve already tell you. If I get that motor for Maria she has promised to send us weekly food and resources. That could really help us out here, even more after this season…” you repeat, over and over again. He knows it’s a good deal. A deal you cannot pass on.

“But those men…” he tries, he really tries, but you are stubborn.

“Those men are nothing. I can take them.” you respond, and he doesn’t seem happy.

“No. Joel is going with you.” you look at him with a horrified look in your face. “Will you go with her. Joel?”

“No.”

“Sure.”

You look at him and he simply shrugs.

“FEDRA will be there.” you point out.

“I can use a cap.” you scoff.

“As if a cap would help you.”

“Believe me, they probably won’t even notice me. They’re mostly looking for Ellie, not me.” you sigh and Larry smiles, content. You hate him.

“If you die I’m leaving you behind.” you warn him and he nods.

“I hoped you would.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Here.” Larry gives him a knife already sharpened and ready to cut. “You have a gun, am I right?” Joel nods and pats his back. “Okay. This mission needs to be quick. You get in there at night. Put them down slowly, no struggling and no shooting unless is necessary. We don’t want them to notice you’re there. You get the motor and you run, I’ll have Blair waiting for you with a car ready to get you back home, alright?”

“I still find it unfair. So he can go and I can’t?” Ellie whines and you give her a look that makes her cross her arms and huff, sitting back on Larry’s dinning table and taking a bite of his ham sandwich.

“Okay. I’m ready.” you say, hiding the last of your daggers on your ankles and wrists.

Joel takes his back and you two leave the house after having said your goodbyes. You had promised Lizzy to come back soon, in the mean time, she’ll have Ellie, since she’ll be staying with Larry.

You don’t talk to him, you hate it when people mess with your plans or things. You worked better off alone.

He followed you out of town and through the gates, the beep of the alarm on your backs letting you know it was newly locked.

Joel got on your left, and just tagged along. “We need to go up north a little bit and go right on the woods. Then we’ll get to the city. The most dangerous zone is a couple of km from here. There have been spotted various clickers.”

“Is there a way to avoid them?” he inquired.

“Sadly no. The safest way is right now completely occupied by a rebellion against FEDRA. They are really aggressive and don’t like outsiders.” you said.

“Tell me about it…” he muttered, remembering the first time Ellie and him were attacked while trying to get though one of those cities by car. “Well, it just means we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Just keep your eyes open and don’t stand on my way.”

He cocked his gun in a swift move.

“Copy that.”

“You got it?” you whispered, his arms extended and eyes focused on a stray infected on your way. You had walked around 2km and reached the dangerous and restricted zone. In a blink the infected was down. Shot straight to the head.

“I got it.”

Joel and you hadn’t talked much, only when necessary. It was normal. This silence in between the two of you. He didn’t know how to talk to you. You didn’t know either. Did you even want to?

He was a good fighter, not like you had suspected of their almost death the first time you had met him. He had a great stance, great aim. Maybe the fear of Ellie getting hurt had gotten the best of him. But that had been a mistake that could have cost him everything. Although you could understand.

“Let’s go.” he said, going to take a step forward, but before he could, you were dragging him backwards and in a quick movement pressing him against the wall. The building was cold and dark, creaks could be heard every now and then, and the paper of the walls was falling apart. Some bits stuck to his jacket. “What-“

You pressed a hand to his mouth, your eyes never meeting his but the door next to the both of you. Joel’s eyes did the same, and his chest got stuck in a new breath when he finally heard it. You were tightly pressed against him, trying to not be seen. The big heavy steps came closer, the sound of rotten flesh shifting with every thud. The bloater came into your point of view and you gritted your teeth.

Motherfuckers. You hated them. Every and each one of them. More than any type of infected. It had been a long time since you had seen one. A year to be exact. You knew it wasn’t the same bloater that had tore apart Laura. It couldn’t be. But you felt your blood rush, boil, the need to destroy him just like he had destroyed your most important person in the world.

But with that rage came too the fear. The panic. Your body froze, and your limbs shook. The images of that ominous day coming to your mind like flowing acid water that left you with a knot on your throat.

Joel placed a hand over yours when he felt them tense against his chest. You looked at him due to the recent touch, his eyes stare into yours. Soft brown and caramel touch. ‘Breathe’, you could read on them. ‘I’ll kill them. All of them.’ he could read on yours, your mind strong against your body, who seemed to be about to fall apart.

That silence again. A full out loud conversation made just with stares.

‘It’s not worth it.’ he shook his head, pointing out the obvious danger. Where a bloater goes a million clickers could appear.

You let go of his mouth when you could no longer hear it. It had gotten lost in the building once again, away from you. His hand was still on yours, his heartbeat bellow your palm. He was alive. He was here. You were not alone. This was not the past. Laura was dead. Joel was alive.

You got away from him as if he was burning and you were gasoline, about to combust.

He was alive. You were not alone.

That made your blood run cold, freeze in your veins and make you ache. Bitter and sweet, like lemonade on a fresh cut.

“Let’s go.” you said, and he looked at you, when you were about to walk away taking you from your hand and making you stop.

“Let’s go through the fire scape.” he pointed at the windows, where you could see the steps and stairs.

“It could fall apart. The erosion could have bitten it apart.” you said, and he pursed his lips, thinking.

“Could be. But if we continue we’ll meet the bloater again.” he argued and you rolled your eyes.

“Then we’ll kill it.” you said, and he gave you an stern look.

“It’s a suicide. We’re only two and with mere guns. We won’t be able to take it down.” you fight against his grip, as if you could prove a point, make him believe you were strong enough to take it alone. “y/n.” he said your name, and your body froze. “You’re still hurt. We can’t take the risk.” he said, and for once, you listened, ‘cause you muscles lost their tension and your skin softened under his touch. “Let’s try the fire scape.” you looked at him for what it seemed to be hours.

Follow me. Trust me. I’m here.

Your throat was aching to say fight more, stubborn as always. But you knew he was speaking the truth, and you had to take it even if it hurt your heart. Even if you couldn’t get your vengeance today.

“Fine. But if you fall it’s all your fault.” you said and he scoffed, letting you go as he walked towards the window that led to the fire scape and opened it. “You go first. I don’t have to die too for your stupidity.” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As you wish.” he shrugged and stepped outside, the fire scape not making even a sound. It was perfectly stable. “Told you so.” he smiled, cockily. You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up and move.” you said as you crossed the window to the other side and followed him.

The night quickly fell on your shoulders, and the city welcomed you with the remains of its busting energy. There were only a few people left on the streets, probably late workers getting ready to get home after an exhausting day.

You gave him a nod towards a hidden alley and he followed you with now his gun on hand. You managed to slowly open the door to the building where the motor was supposed to be stored, using a clip that has been seating on your hair. Joel was impressed, but again, this was a really hard world, and you learned things to adapt to it.

You slowly creaked open the door, gun looking right, then left. Clear.

Joel closed it behind his back when you waved your hand, stepping in. You cocked your head towards the right and started walking. The hallways were dark, dusty and old with multiple doors that you passed by as quickly and as carefully as you could, checking then one by one.

It was not long before you found the motor, after five minutes of searching room by room. It was in what it seemed to be an storage/meeting room, a really big one, with tables and a couple of sofas on the left. There were guns and bookcases and…

Next thing you knew, there was an arm around your neck. You choked, fighting the person that had attacked you. You heard Joel grunting at your back.

“Got him!” a male voice said, and you groaned as they dragged you further into the room, a girl snatched your gun away from you with a kick.

“Not as pretty as the one I’ve got.” the male at your back laughed, and your wrists were grabbed with his free and big hand, fingers digging on your skin and bruising it up. Your tries to kick him again were in vain, because in just a matter of seconds you were on the floor, his body pressing against you and making it hard to breath. The arm that surrounded your neck had retracted, his hand pushing your face against the floor. “Such a pretty little thing…” he smiled, and your heart jumped, a moan of pain leaving your lips when he tugged on your hair, bringing your face closer to him.

Joel was at your right, in the same position as you, fighting the buffer man on top of him.

“Don’t touch her!” he said, but he got kicked on the face by a blonde hair, breaking up his lip with her combat boot. Joel hissed and she laughed.

“You really thought it could be that easy? Get in here and walk right out?” she scoffed, taking a step closer to you and kneeling just the slightest to catch your face in between his fingers, fiercely digging her nails on your skin. “Who do you work for?” she asked, and you simply spat on her face, making her close her eyes and fall silent for a couple of seconds before she smirked, looking at you with malice in her eyes.

“Bob.” he simply said, and you had to watch as the man on top of Joel took his head and bashed it against the floor, making a breech open on his forehead.

“No!” you screamed, but you got silenced with a punch so strong that made your ears ring.

“Hey! Don’t touch her face! I want her all pretty for me later.” the man pinning you to the floor said, and the girl stood up, a golf stick now shinning brightly in between her hands.

“You bitch…” you said, and she smiled.

“Better watch what you say… Wouldn’t want your boyfriend here to pay for it, right?” she teased, and swung at his ribs, making his face contort in pain and a groan leave his lips. “Who. do. you. work. for?” she asks, Joel this time, and he doesn’t answer. “Fine.” she swung again, but this time he hit his head, blood pouring on his skin.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!!!!” you screamed at the guy pinning you down, fighting him off as she got Joel’s ribs, making him scream in pain. “Fuck!!!!!”

“I love the tough ones. Always the ones that cry the hardest on bed.” he said, and once again banged your head against the floor. “Should I make it quick?” he said, and Joel glared at him. “Maybe I could even do it right here, in front of your little friend. I bet he would love that, huh?” he said with a smirk, and you felt your skin crawl when his tongue met your neck, sucking there ‘till you hissed.

“I’ll fucking kill-“

Your eyes widened when Joel was cut off by another swing to the head.

You screamed when he slumped against the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the wound on his forehead, which got bigger. “You’re gonna fucking die!” your gaze was strong, your words directed to the girl that now walked towards you with an amused smirk on her face. “Fucking bitch, I’m gonna-“

But you moaned in pain when she kicked you on your side, three times, making you curl on yourself and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What did you say? You ‘want me to kill him’?” she mocked you, cocking her head, stepping back towards Joel.

“Finish him off, already, Jade. We’ve got things to do.” the brunette girl that had kicked your gun away and now stood guarding the door said, making the blonde roll her eyes.

“You’re always so fucking boring, Ray. You never let me have fun.” she pouted.

“Joel, wake up.” you said, fighting to get away, trying to make him come back to you and live. “ WAKE THE FUCK UP!” you screamed, your breathing ragged.

Your blood was rushing through your veins, burning you from the inside out. Your whole body trembled and shook.

“Yeah. That’s right. Watch the little rat die. I promise you will be right behind, pretty girl.” the boy on your back said, whispering and kissing your ear. You felt the urge to vomit. “But we’ll have a little bit of fun before though, what do you think, hm?” your eyes landed on the gun scattered just a couple inches away from you. “I promise I’ll be good to you…” he said, one of his hands now leaving your head and pulling aside the neck of your shirt to reveal more skin, his hips grinding against your ass.

Big fucking mistake.

“I won’t.” you spat and with a quick movement for your leg you rolled on yourself, hit his legs that straddled you. He lose balance, falling at your right. With a quick swift of your hand you had your dagger in hand the one that had been hiding on the ankles of your pant and that now you dug on the neck of the asshole that had been touching you just mere seconds ago.

He let out a scream that soon turned into a gurgling mess of blood and gasps that couldn’t fill his lungs.

“Axel!” Ray was quick to react, gun and hand and finger pulling the trigger to shoot at you, but you dodged it by rolling on the floor.

Her body was the next one to hit the floor, your dagger perfectly placed in between her two eyebrows. She was lying in a pool of her own blood by the time you got to your gun, but you groaned when one of the last two standing shoot at it and pushed it away from your reach.

You stood up as quickly as you could dodging multiple of missed bullets. You went straight to the guy, that had been pinning Joel to the floor and that now stood on his feet, your legs aching at the effort.

“Finish that rat off!” he screamed at his blonde friend as he recharged his gun. He groaned and struggled with you as you fought for his gun once once you’ve taken a hold on it —a little trick you had learned years ago— twisting it to dodge a new bullet. He almost had it, though you were quicker than him and, once your eyes had found it lying in the floor not far away from you, you took ahold on a bat with nails that you supposed they had used to beat the shit out of others like you. It was the divine intervention that you needed.

At this point blood was decorating your skin in little freckles. A painting of death and revenge in the hands of the wrong artist. You were still thirsty for it, you were on the hunt for more. You couldn’t see, only red and the ghost of his bodies. Rage was taking ahold on you. Mind was turning blank.

Your veins screamed for death.

The nails dug on the side of his face as you swung, his eyes rolling back as his jaw falling slack. You could see some of them sticking through his cheek and onto his mouth.

You were sure to have hit the brain once he had fallen on his knees as you pulled from it, brain matter decorating your shoes. You took his gun, and with a quick twist of your body, you shot the last girl standing —which was the one who had been beating Joel with a golf stick— on the stomach before she could give him the final blow.

“Fucking bitch!” she groaned in pain, hands falling to the bleeding hole on his body.

You shot her again, this time to both his legs, making her fall, the golf stick clinking onto the floor. You were going to shoot again, somewhere that would hurt but not kill her yet, but the gun had ran out of bullets. You clicked your tongue and threw it aside, making a dent on the wall at your right.

You almost felt the need to laugh when you saw her crawling her way to the emergency door in the room, away from you and Joel’s semi-unconscious body, who slowly came back to his senses.

Your steps were the only sound filling the room as you approached her, her heavy breathing and pants adding to the melody of an incoming death.

You were gonna bash her fucking skull in.

When you got to her, you kicked her hard on the stomach, winning new stains on your dusty jeans. Maybe you’d leave them. Maybe you’d grow fond of them. Let’s see how many more you’d get after you were done with her.

You were breathing hard, your chest heaving with every puff of air you could get, though no oxygen seemed to be enough for your body, for your dizzy and gone mind.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

The scream that she left when you kicked her once again could made anyone shiver, but not you.

I’ll kill them. All of them.

She was finally on her back, bleeding out on your feet. And if you were someone else, you would have felt mercy. But you were just you.

So you rose the bat and swung, blood splattering all over your face and clothes when you did it again, and again, and again…

Your arms hurt, your lungs burned, your body shook…

She was already dead. But it was not enough.

No. Not this time. This time I’ll be strong enough. This time I won’t be left alone. This time he won’t die. Joel won’t die. Not him. Not again. Not like Laura did. He won’t…

And suddenly you could breath, strong arms surrounding you from the back and stopping you with force. You fought back his grip, his hushing, his soft voice promising that you were okay. That he was okay.

He could see it in your eyes. That fear. The same fear that he had fought for decades. The same demons.

He had seen them take a hold on you while you fought, he had seen you lost yourself on the blood.

“It’s okay.” he muttered, and you hands let go of the bat, your eyes fixed on the corpse in front of you, completely unrecognizable, your crimson hands, your messy clothes… “y/n.” he called out your name and your eyes swelled with tears that you fought to not let show… Your palms burned due to the friction of the wood, blisters rising up on the skin.

His eyes found yours when he turned you around and away from the bodies that you had left behind, trying to get you to focus on him.

He too had been through this. Through this rage, through this mourning and need for blood.

“I’m here.” he said, and just in case, repeated his words, slower, softer. “I’m here.” you slowly let him bring you into his arms, your cheek pressed against his heart, where you made sure that it was true. He was here. He was okay. He was alive. You were not alone.

And Joel made as if he had not noticed the way your hands had clutched and fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

The look that Blair has given you when you had taken the motor back to the car was…, well it was an understatement.

She tried to make your eyes meet hers, gaze digging holes on your body. But you were too gone to say something. Too deep inside your head to be able to speak. You were staring at the nothingness, at the blood on your hands.

You didn’t recall the way back to the town, nor how you had ended up on the back along with Joel, who silently looked at you and made sure you were okay. You had always been silent, but this time it was different. You were as still as a corpse, your eyes lost and hands trembling every now and then. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what was the right thing to do, the right thing to bring you back to the present, ‘cause it was obvious you were caught in between it and the so painful past that you always avoided.

The doors made a beep that let the car in as they opened and closed shut behind it, securing you inside. You were back home. You were safe. But were you? Was the person on your left safe for you?

Joel’s face was a mess. Busted lip, a cut on his right cheek that had already stopped bleeding, swelling eye, bleeding forehead… He had cuts all over his arm, the same arms in which you had been in between just a mere hours ago. The same arms that had made sure to stop you from falling apart.

“What the hell happened?!!” Larry was quick to approach the two of you in the middle of the night, being drawn by the noise of the car, flashlight on hand. Ellie was right behind, fully awake. It seems that she hadn’t been able to sleep at all, not when you and Joel weren’t around, when she wasn’t ‘safe’.

Ellie froze when she looked at you, Larry with eyes shot open. You were bathed in blood, new deaths weighing your body.

You didn’t look at them.

Joel explained, explained that you and him had been caught with your guards down, that the mission had went wrong before you had fixed it. Before you had killed all that people…

Larry took your face between his hands and you looked at him. His eyes were concerned, his hands inspecting for new wounds, for danger. You were okay. It wasn’t your blood. Then, he hugged you. He hugged you so hard you almost couldn’t breath. You were like a ghost in between his arms. Lifeless, lost. You mind had too much to think about, your mouth too little to say.

Ellie didn’t move. She couldn’t. Didn’t know how to react, how to move or talk. She could breath when Larry had promised that you were okay, that everything was okay. But her hands were shaking, and a pang of pain crossed your chest in fear that it was because of you. Was she scared? Had you finally become the same monster that had killed your family…, your friends?

The apartment was too cold. So cold you were freezing under your sticky clothes. Larry had made sure the three of you were back inside, secured, still shaken up by the thought that he could have almost lost you, lost a daughter.

That was when you started to move. Your feet unable to stop.

You didn’t know where you were going until your hands were on the handle to Laura’s door, didn’t even realized you had finally opened it after a year of solitude —or ignoring it was even there— too fearful to try and step inside.

Ellie, Larry and Joel were looking at you. Frozen in place, unable to move or speak as you closed the door at your back and buried yourself on your best friend for the longest time after her death.

It smell so much like her it made your eyes water. Her paintings and sketches all over the walls. Polaroids decorating the empty spaces, photos pf the two of you when everything was perfect —as perfect as it could be in a world like this—. Books left unfinished where left at the feet of her bed, her night table still had her favorite one left open on her favorite page. Alice in wonderland.

Your heart plummeted with your body on her bed, on her unmade bed that felt like giving her a hug, like having her close. That smelled like the stupid citrus stupid shampoo he used for her curly hair…

Your hands tugged on one of her pillows, your body curling around it trying to find her. Trying to find her warmth, her own beating heart. But you only could feel your own, your own shattering one.

You were staining the sheets with blood. Destroying that already broken place that you had been to scared to walk into. But you couldn’t care less. ‘Cause maybe that’s what would make you finally clean them up and put them inside her wardrobe, which peeked open at your right. Maybe…, this new blood could make you move on, even if it hurt.

You closed your eyes, ignoring the stickiness of your body, the weight of your drenched clothes, and cried. Cried in the silence that she had left behind, cried in the fear that had caved in you today after years of fearless guts.

For the first time in a year you had been scared. Scared of this world. Scared of a new death. Scared of your heart breaking again.

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WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

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omega!Clark and hungry!Kon

gentle princely caretaking

the wet nurse omegaverse

trans Clark and cis Kon

weird Kryptonian bonding rituals

snippet from "omega!Clark and hungry!Kon":

Jon peeks out of his room down the hall, looking intrigued, and lights up at the sight of the chocolate chips and the big bowl Clark always uses for pancake batter. Clark smiles at him, and he scurries down the hall and into the kitchen. Clark asks him to set the table, and he does. He also steals a significant percentage of the chocolate chips, but Clark accepts that loss as pup-induced taxation.

Lois's alarm goes off after Jon’s gotten out all the necessary dishes and Clark’s gotten the pans heating up, and she trudges sleepily out of their bedroom. Clark passes her a mug of the coffee he started as soon as he got up himself, and she makes a mumbly noise that he knows her well enough to translate as "I love you beyond all existence and where's the sugar".

He passes her the sugar and leans down to kiss her cheek. She turns her face into his throat and bites his scent gland a little harder than happens to be decent in front of either of their pups, but given the invulnerability just feels like a chaste little nibble. Clark gives her a soft purr of appreciation and Jon sticks out his tongue at them as he finishes setting the table.

"Grosssss," he says, making a face. "Don't be all mushy, we haven't even eaten yet!”

“I’m afraid we can’t promise that, kiddo,” Lois says, then yawns against Clark’s throat before taking her coffee to the table. Clark gets the bacon in the frying pan and starts carefully pouring pancake batter, and Jon drops into his usual seat at the table. Lois makes sleepy noises into her coffee.

“How many pancakes, Jonno?” Clark asks.

“Ten,” Jon says immediately, holding up both hands with a charming little grin. Lois snorts.

“Maybe if they’re very, very small,” she says wryly. “Baby pancakes. Infants. Tiny little dollops.”

“No way, I want big ones!” Jon says. Admittedly they do have a higher than human metabolism–Clark does not think of Kon’s too-thin wrists–but ten full-size pancakes is probably still pushing it.

“Maybe we’ll start a little smaller and work our way up,” Clark says, amused anyway. Jon pouts. Kon comes out of his own room already dressed and ready and sits down quietly at the table too, and Jon immediately brightens back up.

"Hi, Kon!" he greets excitedly. Kon always seems to wait to come out last, and Clark's never figured out why. He’s not even sure the kid even wears his pajamas, or if he just sleeps in his clothes. He never sees him in anything but the clothes he wears to school and his Superboy suit and jacket. “Mom’s making pancakes!”

“Sure,” Kon says. He obviously knew that, of course, given his enhanced senses and also the very obvious process that is Clark pouring pancake batter into a pan, but Jon’s clearly too excited to have thought that one through. Clark doesn’t comment either way, just smiles at Kon.

“Morning, Kon,” he says. “How many pancakes would you like?”

“Whatever’s fine,” Kon says, visibly repressing the urge to fidget in his seat. Clark hates that answer almost as much as the sight of his too-sharp face and those too-thin wrists and how close to stray he smells.

“Three to start?” he suggests.

“Sure,” Kon says. Clark can’t call it a victory, but at least it’s an answer.

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.a court of ash and smoke | two.

pairing: lucien vanseera x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: **MAJOR WARNINGS: SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS ** non-con, dub-con, violence

chapter word count: 5237

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Ash Arrow

The first man from Amarantha’s court to grace your bed - the first man you had ever taken to bed - was not gentle. He had hit you so hard that your cheekbone bruised, and even your new High Fae strength was nothing compared to these centuries-old Fae. He had delighted in realising that you had bled shortly afterward, and had made quite the spectacle in telling everyone exactly how he had taken your virtue.

After around two dozen men had come and gone from your chambers, and weeks had passed by, you came to learn what it was that you had to do. They would come, take what they wanted, and leave nothing in return. They didn’t want anything sensual or passionate, there was no kissing or foreplay, they simply wanted to bury themselves for an hour or so, and you were the chosen place to do it.

By the next time Lucien had come to visit, you had become quite adept at pretending to be somewhere else, and the dark shapes behind your eyelids became your best friends, come to you every time a knock came at your chamber door and you closed your eyes, praying that it would be over soon.

It had been three months since Lucien’s initial visit, and this time he found you, not in that dank cell, but in the throne room. A High Fae from Hewn City had you sprawled in his lap whilst he swallowed down glass after glass of wine, his hand resting on your upper thigh - you were his property for the night, and damn anyone who might try to touch you.

“Give us a smile then,” the High Fae growled, looking you over. His friends chuckled low and dark. You didn’t speak, and you wouldn’t dare to, instead simply pulling at the sides of your lips until they resembled something close to a smile. You hadn’t smiled in months. You had very little to be joyful about down here under this mountain.

“Y/N?” Your name came as a whisper somewhere behind you, and you tensed at the voice, turning to find the youngest brother of the Autumn Court staring back at you in pure shock. “What are you doing?”

His face had gone deathly pale - as pale as a corpse - and his eyes were narrowed, lips a thin, straight line. The Fae who was currently providing your seat scoffed, glancing at his friends and then back at Lucien with a snarl. “Wait your own turn, Autumn. Unless you want to lose that other eye too.”

Lucien flinched ever-so-slightly, but didn’t make to reply. Instead, he turned back to you, leaning forward slightly. “I have business to attend to, but I’ll find you shortly, ok?”

You nodded, and watched as he hesitantly turned, almost as if he didn’t want to leave you with the Hewn City Fae, and slipped into the crowd. You fought the urge to scream after him for him to take you with him, wherever it was he was going. That wouldn’t go down well with the Fae who’s lap I sat in, and definitely not with Amarantha.

He did keep his promise, however. Shortly after the Hewn City High Fae left your chambers, the soft knock sounded on my door, and you braced yourself for yet another client - you usually only had one per night, but sometimes another would sneak in during the late hours when the throne room party was dying down. However, when the door swung open, it wasn’t a client, but rather the red-headed emissary of the Spring Court.

He entered the room slowly and hesitantly, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed, just as he had done on your first day in the Spring Court. He averted his gaze when he realised that you weren’t properly covered, an issue that you fixed by wrapping the sheets around your chest.

“What are you doing?” He all-but snapped. You hadn’t been expecting to see the anger behind his eyes, nor for it to be directed at you. “What the fuck is this game you’re playing?”

“I’m doing what I need to do to survive,” you countered, echoing Rhysand’s words. “This was the only way.”

“No,” he snarled. “There were plenty of other ways to get out of that cell other than whoring yourself out to the entire court. We were-”

You let the bitter laugh that ruminated from the pit of your chest cut him off, glaring at him as you sat up and faced him, hand still holding those sheets over your naked form. “Perhaps you had a plan,” you snapped. “Maybe you would have found a way out for me. But it’s been three months, Lucien. Three months since you last came, and for all I knew, you were going to leave me down there. You were never going to come back!”

“You think that I would leave you there?” He hissed through gritted teeth. He glanced away again as you rose from the bed and threw a silk nightdress over your body, and you knew even as he glanced back and winced that it still wasn’t enough to properly cover you, the thin, light material practically see-through, and showing the entire length of your legs.

“I don’t know what you would do, Lucien,” I snapped back. “It’s not as if you didn’t make it perfectly clear during those months at the Spring Court that you would rather me gone. Perhaps leaving me here was your plan all along, to get me out of your way so that I didn’t bother you anymore.”

“Y/N,” he growled, and you could help but take a step back from him. That fire burning behind his eye was brighter than you had ever seen it before, stronger and harsher. He was furious with you, and you didn’t like to think what that entailed. “Did I not tell you that I would come here whenever I could?”

He moved to perch on the edge of the bed, fists clenched to white knuckles, frowning once he realised the act that had just been committed between those sheets, but he ignored it, and kept that firm stare on you. “When I told Tamlin that you were going to stay here, he was enraged. He trashed half of the house.” He let out a low and heavy sigh. “What do you think is going to happen when I tell him that you’re whoring yourself out to Amarantha’s entire court?”

“Right now, what Tamlin does is not my concern,” you muttered, moving to sit at the vanity, watching him through the reflection in the mirror. “I need to focus on surviving, on living.”

“You would call this living?” He countered, running a hand over the silk sheets of the bed. “Don’t you see that you are playing entirely into Amarantha’s hand? She wants to spoil you, wants to keep Tamlin angry, to tease and torment him, because she thinks that you are his lover.”

You paused, spinning in your seat to stare at him, mouth slightly agape. Suddenly, everything made sense. Everything that Amarantha had done became clear to you. She was using you to try and torture Tamlin, and this was simply another step in her plan. To see his lover be whored out to her court and know that he was powerless to stop it. Only, you weren’t his lover, and she had made a mistake. You were stuck there because of a mistake. Your stomach swirled in anger.

“But Rhysand said this was the only way,” you whispered, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “He said that this was the only way I could survive.”

“Rhysand told you that?” Lucien scoffed. “Surely you should have realised that Rhysand is Amarantha’s lap-dog. Anything that he says is only ever to benefit himself, or her. You can’t trust him.”

Your shoulders began to shake, just slightly, as the sobs wracked through your body one by one, waves of anger and sadness and frustration and mourning for what could have been, the life you could have lived at the Spring Court, washing over you inch by inch. You weren’t sure when you fell to the ground, when you crumpled onto your knees and began to weep, yet, to your surprise, two strong arms wrapped themselves around you, grounded you and comforted me. It was overwhelming, the information that he had given you was too much. You had gone through all of this simply because Amarantha had wanted to destroy Tamlin, and had thought that you - his supposed lover - was the best way to break him.

“It will be ok,” Lucien whispered soothingly, and you were too wrecked to even spare an ounce of surprise at his kindness. “I’ll come more often, I promise.”

“I’m a fool,” you choked out between sobs.

“Well, as much as I’m inclined to agree,” he smirked. “In this instance, I don’t think so. If you say this was the best way to keep you alive, then I believe you.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose on the back of your hand, and looked up at him. He was smiling - a real, shining smile that seemed to leech through the darkness and coldness of the room. And for some reason, you couldn’t help but reciprocate it. When he saw your smile, he nearly beamed.

“Keep your chin up, human,” he said softly. A calloused finger hitched itself under your chin and lifted it, just as he had said. “And don’t let them know how much it pains you to do this. They will only use it against you.”

“So I truly must stay this way?” You asked quietly. “I must remain as this…whore?”

“Unfortunately, you’ve already agreed to it,” he said solemnly. “There’s little I can do to stop it now.” He paused, twisting his lips in thought. “I will try - I promise you that - but I cannot say that my pleas won’t fall on deaf ears.”

With that, he rose to his feet, his hands on your shoulders pulling you with him. “Now, I have to go,” he said quietly. “I had to sneak past your guards to get in here, and I have to be out before they realise.”

Ah yes, Harden and Carson, the guards that Amarantha had stationed at the door to your chambers, and your two most frequent clients. You watched as Lucien made his way to the door, the gold of his dagger hilt shimmering in the candlelight. He paused, just for a moment, and turned back to you.

“Just remember,” he said slowly. “You can’t trust Rhysand. Don’t take anything he says at face value.”

You just nodded as he threw you one more sympathetic smile, only the second real smile you had ever seen from him, and disappeared back into the hall, the door clicking behind him as he went.

After that visit, Lucien began coming to the mountain once a month, frequently checking in on you, and bringing Amarantha news from the Spring Court - you could only hope that it was false information, and that he wasn’t actually selling Tamlin out.

His arrival would always be the same. You would be in the throne room, surrounded by drunk faeries, waiting for one of them to pick you from the crowd and claim you for the night. Lucien would stride through the door, parting the crowds and earning snarls of distaste from the other Vanserra boys, who you quickly worked out to be his older brothers. He would stop at the foot of the dais, and request counsel with Amarantha, and as they left, his eyes would scan the crowd to find you, offering you a reassuring nod that told you he would find you that night.

He had begun informing Harden and Carson that he was a client, hoping to be serviced by the court’s whore during his visit, and they would let him into your chambers without a second question. He would bring with him news of the Spring Court, only for your ears, and messages from Tamlin. Usually, those messages conveyed only that he missed you, his sister, a title that you had cemented together over those months, and that he would find a way to get you out and take you home. You weren’t sure, when he said home, if he meant the Spring Court or the mortal lands. At the end of each meeting, Lucien would be sure to ruffle his clothes and hair, and you the sheets on your bed and your own hair, lest someone question what you had been doing.

It wasn’t until six months later that Amarantha even realised that Lucien had been coming to your chambers during his visits at all. However, it was on one late evening that you finally realised she knew.

As always, Lucien entered the throne room as you hovered on the outskirts of the room, trying to cover your modesty in the skimpy dress that you wore as you usually did. Your eyes followed his figure as he strode through the room, an heir of unadulterated confidence, and stopped to kneel at the edge of the dais. “I bring news from the Spring Court,” he said, not looking up at Amarantha who lounged in her throne, a goblet of wine hanging from her thin fingers. “I beg an audience so that we may convene and discuss it.”

“Tomorrow,” Amarantha snarled. She leaned forward in her chair, peering down at the emissary. “For now, why not enjoy yourself? You work so hard, Lucien.” She smirked, those red lips curling into the malicious smile that you were so familiar with now. “I heard that you have quite the affinity for my favourite little pet whore. Why not let her show you a good time?”

Lucien’s shoulders tensed, but he bowed his head and rose to his feet, not another word uttered, before turning and scanning the crowd, the throne room now silent, until his golden eye landed on you. He strode toward you, and took your hand in his, making a move to depart through the parting crowd and retreat to the safety and relative comfort of your chambers. But Amarantha’s voice stopped him in his tracks, toxicity laced into every word.

“Leaving so soon?” She sneered. “Why not stay and enjoy the party for a while? I’m sure the whore can keep you company here.”

He winced and turned back to you, scanning your features as if to say, ‘if you’re not comfortable with this, we don’t have to, and I can make an excuse for us to go’. But you just nodded, and watched as his shoulders rose and fell with a shuddering breath. He led you now in the opposite direction, taking a seat at the table on the far side of the room. His legs spread ever so slightly, an invitation to sit, and whilst he grabbed your hips and pulled you down to him, his rough fingertips were still gentle against your skin.

Amarantha rose from her throne, clicking her fingers once to command that the others go back to what they had been doing, before taking slow steps down and long, floating strides toward us, coming to a pause before you. You flinched, but Lucien’s strong hands squeezed at their lingering presence on your hips, a silent comfort.

“I’m intrigued to know, emissary,” her voice snarled. “What does your High Lord think of you taking his lover to bed each time you come here?”

Lucien smirked, but you knew better than to think it was real humour he felt. “What Tamlin doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Amarantha’s sharp laughter echoed above the noise from the party. “Well then, I’ll ensure he never finds out.” Her dark eyes flashed, but Lucien simply tipped his head. She turned to the nearest servant. “Fetch some wine for our guest.”

“Two, please,” Lucien called, and the servant nodded, disappearing for a moment and returning with two goblets of wine. Lucien took one and handed you the other. The wine was the colour of blood, of Amarantha’s lips, of Lucien’s blood that day he had lost his eye.

“You plan to ply the whore with wine?” Amarantha smirked. “It is her job to do as you bid. You have no need to get her drunk first.”

Lucien let out a small chuckle, shooting me a sideways glance. “With the night that I’ve got planned for her, she’s going to need it.”

Amarantha laughed again, and the sound made my blood run cold. “Perhaps I’ve underestimated you, emissary,” she leered. “Enjoy the party.”

Lucien nodded once more, and Amarantha left, but you knew that her eyes were still trained on you and Lucien, watching, studying calculatingly, noting every movement that you both made. You knew what she was doing - she was trying to catch us in our falsehood, to ensure that there were no lies being spewed to her, and that Lucien did in fact have every intention of taking you to bed.

You felt his breath, hot on your neck as he leaned into your ear and whispered, “Just play along. There are too many eyes watching.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. After a while his hand left your hips, repositioning you slightly so that you were no longer perched on the edge of his knees, but instead completely on his lap, flush against his broad chest. One hand snaked its way around your waist, and the other came to rest on your thigh, higher than you thought was necessary for appearance sake, but you didn’t dare argue. You allowed your own arm to slip around his neck, the other cradling your wine, which was emptied and refilled more times that night than you would care to admit to.

Your skin was burning hot, flushed and riddled with gooseflesh. The fear of being caught in your lie was enough to make every hair on the back of your neck stand to attention, especially when a faerie dressed in all-black, presumably from Hewn City in the Night Court, struck up a conversation with Lucien about what he planned to do with you that night.

You winced at the crude conversation, knowing that none of it was true, but even just hearing him speak of you that way was enough to twist your stomach into knots. Lucien’s grip on your thigh tightened and released, tightened and released, his way of telling you that it wasn’t true, that he was just playing a part and he meant none of it. And you knew that already, but it didn’t stop you from downing two more glasses of faerie wine, and allowing the sweet drunken bliss to take over.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes, taking in his scent. He smelt like the forest after a light rain, like apple cider and cinnamon, and you let the smell envelope you, let his arms hold you in place. The first moment of peace and tranquillity that you’d found since arriving Under the Mountain, and it had come from Lucien of all people.

You could still barely wrap your head around it, how it was he who came so regularly to check on you, he who made you feel better, he who protected you. He had once hated you so much, had resented you and loathed you being in the Spring Court - perhaps he still did. Maybe his words on his first visit had been true, that he simply didn’t think anyone deserved this, not even you. Either way, you were grateful for him, and grateful for the small semblance of normality that came with him.

You felt his hand hook under your legs, pulling them over his thighs, allowing you to nestle closer to him, so close to sleep that had evaded you for so long, finally feeling safe enough to let it overtake you.

When you woke the next morning, you were tucked into your bed, and Lucien was nowhere in sight. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he was gone, that the only friend you had in this wretched place, no matter how unlikely, had left without a word. Not that you had expected him to stay. He would never have done such a thing, if only for fear of Tamlin’s wrath should he ever find out that his emissary had spent the night in your chambers, even if only for appearances, and even if nothing would have actually happened.

Yet, you found yourself longing for that smell of him, that feeling of safety that he provided. Lucien, despite himself, despite his hatred to you, had become the only form of kindness that you received, and had quickly become the lesser of two evils. You could deal with Lucien’s snarky remarks and cold glares, even if they were few and far between now, if it meant that you were kept away from Amarantha, and away from her sickening court for even just one night.

He was your safety net now, and as much as you hated that it was him, and as much as he surely thought the same, he was all you had left.

Three years passed by in the blink of an eye, and yet nothing changed. You remained chained to that bed, and remained Amarantha’s loyal little pet whore. Lucien’s visits became more infrequent, citing problems in the Spring Court as the reasoning, and you felt the loneliness slowly taking over, wrapping you in its darkness. You began to fall in on yourself, to refuse food, leaving you nothing more than skin and bone - it always came up after your clients left anyway. You stopped speaking, no longer pretending to be that good little servant to your clients, who feigned laughter at their jokes and faked pleasure in bed. You no longer made any effort with anyone at all. You became a shell of yourself, and everyone could see it.

When, to your surprise, Rhysand came to visit you, appearing in a cloud of dark shadows inside your chambers without so much as a knock on the door, you hadn’t seen Lucien in nearly five months. Rhysand looked you over, curled up on your bed, wrapped around yourself. You didn’t even so much as spare him a glance.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered. It was the first time he had come to your room since the day he had shown you this prison. “Amarantha isn’t happy with how you’re acting. The court’s men are complaining.”

“Go to hell.” It came out in no more than a whisper, your voice aching at the first use for months. Rhysand chuckled.

“I think it’s too late for that. We’re already here,” he stated, circling the bed to crouch down in front of you. You didn’t allow your eyes to focus on him, his face a blur of dark skin and violet eyes and black shadows. “You need to eat something.”

“Why do you care?” You growled out.

“You’re right,” he said, throwing his hands into the air. “I shouldn’t care. Except that I do. I gave a lot to get you this position, to get you out of that cell and save your life. Now you’re throwing away all of my hard work.”

You didn’t grace him with an answer, and he simply tutted his tongue, running a hand through his dark locks. “If Amarantha thinks that you are no longer of use, what do you think will happen?” Again, no answer. “She’ll kill you.”

“Then let her,” you mumbled, fighting back a sob. “Lucie was right, this isn’t living anyway.”

Rhysand groaned in frustration. “Do you think your little emissary would be happy if you were killed?” He snapped. “Do you think your High Lord would be pleased?”

“He’s not my High Lord, and Lucien isn’t my emissary,” was the only reply that you could muster. Rhysand groaned again, but seemed to give up fighting. He knew as well as you did that there was nothing he could do to change your mind.

“Well, if you’re really not going to eat anything, then prepare yourself,” he stated blandly, rising to his feet. “You’ve got an important client coming to visit.”

And then he was gone.

The important client in question was a High Fae from the Autumn Court, and as soon as he entered your chambers you knew him to be one of Lucien’s brothers - the second eldest, if you were correct in your thinking. He hovered by the door awkwardly, as if not sure how to proceed, and you lounged on the bed. You watched him, but didn’t move to bring him closer to you, didn’t spread your legs or edge him into your bed. He pulled off his bow and quiver and placed them on the vanity table, before slowly moving closer to the bed.

It was fast, and messy, and painful, but you kept still, allowing him to take from you whatever he needed, as so many others had done before. It wasn’t until the final few thrusts that you allowed your eyes to open and focus on the mirror across from you, drawing them down to the quiver on the table. Your heart nearly stopped.

Ash arrows.

You knew the stories, that ash arrows were the only way to kill a faerie. Perhaps they would be your salvation, would be your ticket to freedom. The Vanserra brother finished with a growl, rolling off you, muttering something about cleaning himself up, before disappearing into the washroom. You moved quickly and quietly while he was gone, unsure of how much time you had left before he came back. You pulled one of the ash arrows from the quiver, studied it as it sat heavy in your palm for a moment, and slipped it under the mattress, sliding back under the covers, pulling the sheets up to cover my modesty.

The red-head appeared again, and quickly dressed, grabbing his weapons, not noticing the missing arrow. He threw you one last sneer over his shoulder, and made a promise that he would return later in the week. Little did he know that you would be here.

You had hoped that the ash arrow would kill you the second that you plunged it into your stomach, but little did you know that those stories you had grown up on were greatly exaggerated.

It was Lucien that found you. You hadn’t even known that he was Under the Mountain that day, but even through the haze of blood-loss, you could still hear his shouts and cries and wails, could still feel his arms pull you into his lap, his blood-sticky fingers pushing the hair away from your face as he practically begged you to come back, for his sake, for Tamlin’s sake.

A sharp pain erupted through your stomach as the ash arrow was pulled from your body, but you didn’t even flinch, not enough energy to even register the pain. The metallic stench of magic filled your nostrils, and even in your disorientation, you knew that Lucien was trying, and failing to heal you. And then there was another voice, lower than Lucien’s - Rhysand.

They worked in tandem, another wave of metallic magic flooding your nostrils, masking the bitter stench of your own blood as two sets of magic worked to heal the gaping wound in your abdomen. Something dripped on your cheek, blood that had coated the ends of Lucien’s hair and now fell to my face.

Their voices became more distant, foggier and muted, as you wandered closer to that light, to the end of the line.

You didn’t die. You found out later that Lucien had stayed Under the Mountain as you recovered, and had stayed in your room every day until you woke up. Rhysand hadn’t returned, however, but you couldn’t help but consider what Lucien had said about him, about how he couldn’t be trusted. If he had truly been working against you, would he have helped save your life? Maybe it was simply a means to an end, to keep you alive so that you could keep up this charade, and play out his and Amarantha’s plan, yet after that day you had a new-found respect for him.

Lucien was still there when my eyes fluttered open, taking in that same bed-chamber, almost coughing out a cry when you realised that your own plan had failed, and you were still stuck in that prison. He rushed to your bedside as soon as he saw that you were awake, the mattress dipping with his weight as he sat down.

“Y/N?” He whispered the question. You allowed your blurred eyes to fall to him, noting the relief on his face, a peculiar stance for someone who had hated you so much. And yet, you could only assume that he no longer loathed you, for if he did, surely he wouldn’t have spent so much time there, so much time checking on you and protecting you. Surely he wouldn’t have saved your life, wouldn’t have been such a frantic mess when he saw the blood pouring from the wound made by the ash arrow that had been protruding from your gut. In truth, the hatred that you had once felt for him had dissipated too. You didn’t despise him anymore, much to your own surprise, because he was the only kindness that you still had left. He was the only one who seemed to care. “Thank the Cauldron!”

It only took a second for your features to contort and crinkle, eyes screwed shut as the sobs wreaked through your body. Lucien simply pulled you closer to him, and held you as you cried, as you mourned and grieved for your own worthless existence.

“It didn’t work,” you sobbed into his chest.

“I know,” he whispered into your hair. “You’re lucky I was here, and that Rhysand of all people helped.”

“Lucky?” You cried. “You think I’m lucky? I wanted that ash arrow to kill me, I wanted it to end my miserable life! I can’t live like this, Lucien! I can’t do it anymore!”

He pulled back, face pale with shock as he searched your features, brows furrowed. “Y-You mean you did that to yourself?” You let out another choked sob, nodding your head. “Aeryn got thirty lashes for that.”

Aeryn, his brother from the Autumn Court, the one you had stolen the ash arrow from. And it all came down to that; here, under this mountain, your life was worth only thirty lashes against his back. But Lucien didn’t speak of it again, not when you let out another shaking gasp surrounding a wailing sob, and he pulled you back into his chest and rocked you gently. You let that scent - his scent - envelope you once more, just as it had that day in the throne room, and allowed it to comfort you into calmness.

Lucien returned to the Spring Court a few days later to inform Tamlin of what had happened and assure him that you were ok. That, much to your own despair, you were still alive.

And so, your life returned to what it had been. When you were strong enough to return to your duties, the men began knocking on your door once more, and you returned to despising your own existence.

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4:58 PM . L. HEESEUNG

summary: after having not been able to spend much quality time with you, you find your boyfriend, lee heeseung, much clingier than ever before

pairings: heeseung x gn!reader - genre: fluff - wc: 0.7k

note: 4th time i’m posting this,, if it doesn’t show up in tags then idk what i’ll do LMAO

you heave a sigh as you feel a sudden weight by your shoulder and the couch dipping. you turn your head to see your boyfriend sulking as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, an evident (and very adorable!) pout on his face as he peers over at your computer screen.

“hi hee,” you smile, reaching your hand up to pat his cheek, “just a few more minutes, okay, love? i’m almost done with my assignment,”

“could you do it later? i miss you,” heeseung mumbles, burying his head into your shoulder as you let out a soft chuckle, “please?”

“just five minutes hee, i promise,” you respond, offering heeseung a sympathetic smile as you attempt to return to your work.

meanwhile, heeseung draped his arm over your other shoulder, watching as you continue to type. despite being a generally patient guy, heeseung was feeling particularly antsy to take a nap with you after having not spent any proper time together this week.

“my love, please?” heeseung’s muffled voice rings out, half of his face still buried into your shoulders as you attempt to resist his pleading doe eyes.

“hee,” you sigh, glancing at the time as you feel your resolve slowly crumble to heeseung’s requests as you relent, “fine, but you’re going to help me finish this later,”

“deal,” heeseung grins, peeling himself from you as he stands up straight and immediately grabs ahold of your hands, pulling you up and wrapping his arms around you as you stumble into his chest from the sudden movement.

“lee heeseung!” you exclaim as you step onto his feet and snake your arms around his waist as he waddles over to the couch with you still enveloped by him.

“shh, no talk just hugs,” heeseung hums as he lowers the two of you onto your bed, quickly moving his arm to pull the covers over to you, “i missed you,”

there’s a slight melancholy to heeseung’s tone that you catch. it’s so vague and unbelievably subtle, but it’s heeseung. your heeseung, the one you’ve dated for years and have known even longer.

you feel a sharp pang in your heart as you feel him pull you even close. you easily oblige and bury your face into his chest, letting him get a whiff of the comforting scent of your shampoo as you smile, “i missed you too hee, so so much,”

for a brief moment, heeseung doesn’t respond as his attention becomes solely focused on your presence. his hand rests by the small of your back as he traces light circles before he cranes his neck forward. the action causes you to glance up, meeting heeseung’s dazzling eyes gazing right into your own as he places a chaste kiss on your forehead and gently moves your head back to his chest, “can we stay like this for a bit? i know your assignment is due soon, but i promise this won’t take long,”

“it’s fine hee, it can wait. i want to be here with you in this moment,” you hum, tugging the covers closer to you and heeseung as helps you adjust the blankets to comfortably envelop the both of you.

“thank you,” heeseung whispers, lifting the edge of the cover just a bit as he places another kiss on the top of your head, “i really appreciate y/n, i really do,”

“i know hee, i know it’s been tough lately and we haven’t had time together,” you reply, sighing softly against his chest while heeseung’s smile grows slightly somber, obscured from your view as you continue, “but we’re here now, yeah? we can order in for dinner and spend all of tomorrow together,”

“what about your assignments?” heeseung brings up again, his voice becoming increasingly lazy and soft, “i want to spend time with you, but i don’t want you to have to deal with making up late work,”

“it’s fine hee,” you reassure him, “i can finish everything tonight, so stop worrying and take a nap with me okay? i’m tired anyways and need a break,”

“well, i guess if you insist,” heeseung hums, letting out a quiet exhale as his eyes flutter shut, simply enjoying being tangled with you on a lazy saturday afternoon.

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cheonsa-n · 11 months

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Nica’s profile for Master of Death!

For some reason beyond even his own comprehension, Chucky had been drawn to their family. An overwhelming compulsion had caused him to act that night; to make them his next offering.

Her family had be chosen to be victims to a gruesome ritual by the Lakeshore Strangler, though admits the chaos there was a spark of hope. Sarah had managed to find her way to the phone and call for help.

The Strangler had fled as soon as he had heard the sirens approaching, leaving a horrific scene in his wake.

Detective Norris wanted to chase after him, but there was something more immediate to tend to. There was only one survivor but she had been wounded and she was screaming all the while when they arrived; begging, pleading in an unintelligible mess of words and sobs.

She lie there; clutching her stomach which was stained crimson with her own blood.

Detective Norris heard the words clearly as she pleaded to the paramedics who surrounded her.

“Please! Save my baby!”

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Alright so this au is definitely straying a lot from canon and I’ve been trying to get creative with how I handle and intertwine all these characters together.

So unfortunately Sarah ends up dying a lot earlier in this AU. She dies in an induced childbirth due to the wounds inflicted by Charles.

Nica is taken in by Detective Mike Norris, who is the lead investigator on the Lakeshore Strangler case as she had no immediate family left.

He ends up adopting her after being heavily affected by the events of that response call. He ends up promising to a dying Sarah as she pleads with him that her baby will have a good life, and he takes this promise very seriously.

The reasoning behind Chucky’s strange compulsion towards Sarah is due to her representing a parallel to Ayida-Weddo in this story. I mentioned before that she is Damballa’s wife and that the two are heavily intertwined, she is also the Lwa of fertility. Though Chucky thinks he is worshipping Damballa and offering his victims to him, such offerings are not appreciated by the Lwa. He is one who bestows life, not one who takes it away. Chucky who is doing such heinous acts in the guise of worship, becomes a perverted parallel entity who represents more so an inverse of the things Damballa represents. Because of this he is drawn to Sarah in a strange way, he wishes to make her his next victim.

Sorry if the way I’m explaining this is a bit hard to follow, so I’ll try to simplify the concept a bit.

Chucky represents an inverse to Damballa, so instead of being intwined with someone who is parallel to Ayida-Weddo who is said to be Damballa’s wife or other half. He is intwined with someone who more-so represents Damballa’s second wife Erzulie Freda whom is sometimes seen more as a concubine.

I went a bit into Tiffany being someone who represents the things that Freda is attributed to in one of my previous posts.

And though I won’t go into too much detail just yet, it is implied that Nica has some sort of ability that has been given to her by a higher power. Perhaps it has something to do with her Mother?

That’s it for now though I hope my jumbled thoughts and ideas are becoming more clear as I write more of this out, but of course feel free to submit any questions you may have about this AU!

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #child’s play #nica pierce #master of death au #my art #fanart

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Hi Squiggily! I absolutely love your stories! They're always so cute and fluffy and filled with the best warm and fuzzy feelings. Thank you so much for writing and sharing with us! 🥰

I saw your Candy Heart Event post and was wondering: could I request ObaMitsu with the "Miss You" prompt, please? The prompt made me think of them when I read it and you always write them so well. I'd love to see something more about them from you, if that's okay. Thank you so much! 💖

Hey friend! I remember you! :D (I promise I'm working on those Butterfly mansion headcanons lols) Thank you so much for the kind words! I appreciate them very much!

Obamitsu!!! I decided to change it up and make it Lee!Mitsuri this time around! :D I hope you like it!

Miss you: "When's the last time you smiled?"

It wasn’t often Mitsuri was sad. The usually bubbly Hashira was always smiling and laughing, brightening up the room with her presence alone and never failing to make the other’s smile.

That didn’t mean she was immune to her own bad days.

“Kanroji, my love…when’s the last time you smiled?” Obanai asked as he sat beside her, pulling her into his chest. It was almost like she was a wilted flower, shoulders drooped and eyes lacking their usual glow.

“Hm? Oh, I don’t remember.” She laughed humorlessly, shaking her head. “Sorry, Iguro-san, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I woke up so…blue.” She sighed, closing her eyes. “I’ll be back on my feet soon, so don’t worry about me, okay?”

Anyone else Obanai probably would have listened to. He might have even suggested it himself. Still…

“Nope..” He decided, earning a surprised look. “I will worry about you. I love you too much not to.”

“But..” She began, only to jump with a giggle when he poked her belly. “Iguro!”

“No butts. I will worry until I can't worry anymore.” The serpent hashria declared as he poked and prodded at her sides and stomach, earning those precious giggles he loved so much. “And then I’ll do all the things worried people do. I’ll bring you food- all your favorites. And we’ll watch that play you love so much. I’ll even invite Tengen and Rengoku over.” Obanai cringed at the last part. “Even if they make my head hurt…”

“Yohoohohohhou’d do thahahhahat for mehehehehe?” Mitsuri laughed around her words, squirming some at his tickly pokes. “Yohoohohou’re so sweheheheheet!”

“But of course. Anything to see you smile again.” He gently squeezed her side, earning a bright burst of musical laugher from her lips. “There it is. There’s that smile I adore so much.”

“AHehahhahahahahhaha! Ohoohohohkay ohohohohkay enohhoohhugh!” She went to gently push him away, but her strength had other plans.

“Obanai!” She cried as he all but flew across the space, crashing into a pile of futons nearby. “Oh no! Obanai, are you okay? I don’t know my own strength!”

“I’m fine.” He reassured her, slightly dazed. “I’m fine…Mitsuri.”

Her cheeks flushed, eyes wide at the use of her first name. Then she smiled, blooming into the ever beautiful flower she was. “Oh Obanai!” She tackled him into the futon, nearly breaking his spine with the force of her love.

Worth it. Absolutely worth it.

~Send me a pairing and a candy heart phrase~

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k23 #tickle #tickle dabble #iguro obanai #mitsuri kanroji #obamitsu #they are in love your honor my god #I adore them so!#*sobs*

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jrob64 · 2 years

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One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - A CS Modern AU Chapter 2 (Karaoke and Kissing)

Here we have the second chapter to this story, and to give @snowbellewells a belated birthday present, Graham Humbert makes his appearance! It now looks like this story is going to stretch into 4 chapters PLUS an epilogue, and as of now, a new chapter will post every Sunday.

Many thanks to @kmomof4 and @hookedmom who have make this story so much better.

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster.

Rating: M (for smut in future chapters)

Words: 4968 (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1 on Tumbr here

Also found on ffn and Ao3

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“I have two suggestions for where we can go,” Killian said, once Emma and Ruby told him their decision. “One is called Red Coconut Club and has a tropical theme. They have live music during the day and through dinner hours, but by this time, a DJ has started playing club music. The other one is Rising Star, which is a karaoke bar with a live band and backup singers. I do have to tell you that my roommate loves to sing, and since we both have the day off tomorrow, he’ll more than likely be there tonight.”

“You have a roommate? What’s his name?” Emma asked.

“Graham Humbert.”

“What’s he like?” Ruby questioned.

“Nice guy, tall with light brown hair. Actually, he’s also from Ireland…”

“I vote for the karaoke bar!” Ruby interrupted loudly. “Point me in the right direction!”

Killian laughed, then turned to look at Emma. “Is that good with you, Swan?”

She shrugged. “Sure, just don’t expect me to sing.”

As they started along the sidewalk around the end of the waterway, Killian noticed how quiet she was. “Are you alright, Emma?”

She nibbled on her lip for a few short moments before answering. “Look, Killian, you seem like a really nice guy, but…I just don’t want to put myself in a situation that could be…dangerous. I mean, at the Chocolate Emporium with Ruby there, it was fine; but now we’re going to a club and your roommate will be there and it just seems a little…less safe.”

He stopped and turned toward her and she came to a halt, too, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the sidewalk. “Emma, I promise you this is not some kind of set-up. I don’t even know for sure if Graham will be there, and I’m sure he has no idea that I will, because I’ve only been there a couple of times. I just thought it would be fun to show you more of what CityWalk has to offer, but if you feel uncomfortable, you absolutely do not have to go.”

Emma looked up at him. “I appreciate that, but Ruby really wants to…”

“If you would feel better going only with her, I’ll bid you goodnight and take my leave.”.

She studied him and saw nothing but sincerity and a hint of concern in his expression. After hesitating another moment or so, she said, “I don’t want you to do that, but if we go with you, Ruby and I will buy our own drinks so we’re sure no one has tampered with them. I know that sounds paranoid, but…”

“I don’t think it’s being paranoid, Swan. That’s very reasonable and smart, and I understand completely. After all, you barely know me and you can never be too careful.”

Emma huffed out a breath. “Thank you for understanding. I already made a deal with Ruby that if I start to feel uncomfortable, we’ll leave.” She glanced up to see her friend quite a distance ahead of them. “We better catch up to her. I don’t think she even realizes we’re not with her.”

Killian laughed. “She does seem rather eager, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, well, offer her a man with an accent who can sing and a karaoke microphone, and she’s off to the races!”

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“Is your roommate here?” Ruby asked, as soon as they were inside the club.

Killian began looking around the perimeter, craning his neck to see over the crowd of people. “Umm…that might be him…yeah, there he is,” he said, pointing toward the area in front of the stage.

“Which one? What’s he wearing?” Ruby inquired, directing her eyes to the place he indicated.

“He’s got a blue button-down shirt on.”

“The one with the wavy brown hair?”

“That’s him.”

“Well, they must grow them gorgeous in Ireland, that’s all I have to say!” Ruby grinned.

“If only that’s all she has to say,” Emma leaned in to mutter to Killian, causing him to chuckle.

Ruby looked over her shoulder at them. “What are you waiting for? I need to be introduced to that perfect specimen of man.”

“What did I tell you?” Emma smirked.

Killian grinned as they started to follow Ruby, working their way through the crowd. “She might scare him. He tends to be a bit shy when meeting new people.”

“As you might have guessed, Ruby is not,” Emma laughed.

“Yeah, I could tell.”

By this time, they were in the vicinity of the table where Graham was sitting. His attention was fixed on the stage, where two people were singing “Shallow”, accompanied by the band. Ruby stopped short of approaching him and motioned for Killian to speak to him first.

He tapped Graham on the shoulder to get his attention, then gestured for him to follow them, planning to introduce him to the ladies in a quieter location. They found a corner over by the restrooms, away from the direct line of the speakers.

Graham’s eyes were flitting between Ruby and Emma. “What’s up, mate?” he asked Killian.

“Graham, this is Emma Swan and Ruby Lucas. I met them at the park today when they rode the Velocicoaster. Ladies, this is Graham Humbert.”

“Oh, uh, very pleased to meet you,” Graham greeted, holding a hand out to shake first Emma’s, then Ruby’s, who held onto it longer than necessary, stepping closer into his personal space.

“You look familiar,” she said, studying his face intently. “Do you work at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, too?”

“I…I actually work at Harry Potter World.”

Ruby finally released his hand and snapped her fingers. “Weren’t you working at the Hogwart’s Express?”

He dipped his head and scratched the back of it. “Uh, yeah. That was me.”

“I thought so!” she crowed. “Well, you can board my train anytime!”

“Oh, my gosh!” Emma groaned. Killian watched his friend closely to see his reaction.

Graham’s face reddened, but a grin stretched across it. “So, Ruby, do you like to sing?”

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After buying drinks and finding a place where all four of them could sit, they chatted and listened to people sing for about twenty minutes.

“When do we get to hear you sing?” Ruby asked Graham.

“Would you like to come with me to put my name on the list and pick out a song?”

“You bet!”

Emma and Killian watched them leave the table, then turned back to their drinks. “Those two seem to be hitting it off,” he commented.

“Yeah, Ruby has a type.”

“Which is…?”

“Male and good-looking.”

He laughed before asking, “So what else do you ladies have planned before your vacation ends?”

“Tomorrow we were going to take a break from the amusement parks and go shopping at Disney Springs. I’m not sure about Thursday. We talked about going to a water park, but it will probably depend on the weather.”

“Are there certain stores you want to visit tomorrow?”

“Well, World of Disney and The Lego Store for sure, just because everyone says to go there. Is there a Disney Christmas Store, too?”

“Aye, there is.”

“I’m sure we’ll go there. Have you been to Disney Springs very often?”

“Quite a few times.”

“Are there any other stores you would recommend?”

“It depends on what you’re looking for - clothes, accessories, toys, food, name brand merchandise?”

“Yes!” Emma giggled.

“Ah, well, you’ll have plenty of possibilities then. You should probably make a plan before you go. Otherwise, you could wander around for hours and not see everything you want to see.”

She sipped her drink for several moments while they listened to another singer. When the song was finished and the applause died down, she reached over to lay her hand on Killian’s forearm to get his attention. “Did you say you have the day off tomorrow?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Would you, um…would you be interested in showing us around Disney Springs? I mean, unless you have something else to do. It would just be nice to have someone who knows their way around to…”

“I would be happy to show you around, Swan,” he said, interrupting her nervous babble.

“You really wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he assured her. “In fact, I think Graham would probably be quite willing to join us, too, if that’s alright with you.”

“It’s fine and I’m sure Ruby would like that.” They both looked toward the stage as another singer began to perform, then noticed Graham was the next one in line.

“I wonder what they chose for him to sing?” Killian queried. Turning back toward Emma, he said, “May I make a suggestion for a restaurant at Disney Springs tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

“Raglan Road. It’s an Irish Pub and Restaurant and is one of my favorites.”

“Gee, I wonder why?” Emma smirked.

He grinned, his dimple becoming very pronounced, which sent another flutter through her chest. “The food is good - a little expensive, but worth it. I’d really like for you to see the entertainment though; they have Irish dancers that perform while you’re eating and a couple of musicians before and after the performances. There’s also a store right next to it that has souvenirs with an Irish flair,” he told her, waggling his eyebrows.

His teasing made her smile as she answered, “That sounds great! Will we need to make reservations?”

“Yes,” he said, pulling out his phone. “I can take care of it online. Do you want to go for lunch or dinner?”

She pondered for a moment before answering. “Maybe we could go sometime in the afternoon and make it the big meal of the day? The hotel where we’re staying has a pretty good breakfast, then we can just grab a snack if we get hungry in the evening.”

Killian felt a warmth go through him at hearing her talk about plans to spend the entire day with him. “What time shall we meet tomorrow?”

“Ruby and I haven’t been getting up very early; we are on vacation, after all. We’ll probably eat breakfast around nine, so how about if we meet at ten?”

“Works for me. The Lego Store has an outside display of Sleeping Beauty’s prince fighting a dragon. We can meet there.”

“We still need to figure out what time to make the lunch reservations.”

“Since you’ll be having a late breakfast, how does two-thirty sound?”

“Perfect!”

She watched him tapping on his phone screen for several seconds, and then he looked up. “All done.”

“That was quick! Thank you, Killian. I’m looking forward to it!”

“So am I, Emma.” The way he was looking at her, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity, made her breath catch.

The applause of the crowd for the previous singer’s performance broke their moment. Turning toward the stage, Emma and Killian saw Ruby give Graham’s hand a squeeze before he took his place, gripping the microphone. The band began to play and he looked at Ruby standing off to the side as he started to sing:

Hey there, little red riding hood,

You sure are looking good,

You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.

Little red riding hood,

I don’t think little big girls should,

Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.

“Have you ever heard this song before?” Killian asked.

“Yeah, Ruby has it on one of her playlists. Her nickname is Red, and we tease her about being Little Red Riding Hood. I’m sure she’s the one who picked it out.”

“I’ve never heard Graham sing it before, but it seems like he’s familiar with it.”

What big eyes you have,

The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad,

Just to see that you don’t get chased,

I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

What full lips you have,

They're sure to lure someone bad,

Until you get to grandma’s place,

I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

Gonna keep my sheep suit on,

‘Til I’m sure that you’ve been shown,

That I can be trusted

Walking with you alone.

“From the way Ruby is looking at him, she might be the one who can’t be trusted,” Emma laughed.

“It might be mutual,” Killian commented, noting the looks his roommate was giving the dark-haired beauty.

Little red riding hood,

I’d like to hold you if I could,

But you might think

I’m a big bad wolf, so I won’t.

Emma saw the huge smile on Ruby’s face and knew her friend really wouldn’t mind if the man singing did decide to hold her.

What a big heart I have,

The better to love you with.

Little red riding hood,

Even bad wolves can be good.

I’ll try to keep satisfied,

Just to walk by your side,

Maybe you’ll see things my way,

Before we get to grandma’s place.

Little red riding hood,

You sure are looking good,

You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.

Emma and Killian began clapping as soon as Graham finished the song. When Emma saw Ruby rush up onto the stage, throwing her arms around his neck, she groaned and dropped her face into her hands.

“What’s wrong, Swan?” Killian asked, confused by her sudden change of disposition.

“I just have a feeling Ruby might want to bring Graham back to the hotel room tonight. You don’t have any noise canceling headphones I can borrow, do you?”

“Does she make a habit of doing things like that?”

“Not a habit, but if she meets a guy she likes, she usually jumps at the chance. Is Graham the kind of guy who would accept that kind of offer?”

Killian rubbed the back of his neck as he contemplated his answer. “In the three years we’ve been roommates, he’s dated a lot, but has only brought a handful of girls home with him. Ruby does seem to be his type, though. If she presents him with the opportunity, I wouldn’t be surprised to see him accept.”

Emma blew out a sigh and slouched in her chair. “This could be a very long night.”

Killian was still chuckling about her comment when Ruby and Graham returned to the table. She had her arms tightly wound around his waist and one of his was draped over her shoulder.

“Did you hear him? Wasn’t he spectacular?” Ruby gushed. “He sang that song for me!”

“Yes, we heard him. You really have a great voice, Graham,” Emma said.

“Thank you. It’s easy to sing when you have such a lovely source of inspiration,” he beamed, then brushed his lips across Ruby’s temple.

Emma didn’t think her friend’s smile could get any wider without splitting her face in two. “We’re already signed up to sing a duet, but there’s still a few people ahead of us. How about another round of drinks?” Ruby proposed.

Killian spoke up. “Sounds good to me. Same thing for everyone?” At their nods, he rose from his seat and asked, “Would you like to come with me to help carry them back, Swan?”

After placing their order at the bar, Emma reached over and laid her hand on top of his. “Thank you for sticking to our deal, Killian.”

He tried to keep the pleasant shiver he felt as a result of her touch inconspicuous. “Of course, Emma. I wouldn’t do anything to betray your trust.”

She blinked rapidly several times before giving him a warm smile, and had just opened her mouth to speak when the bartender reappeared, setting the four drinks in front of them. They paid and worked their way back to their table, where Graham and Ruby were sitting close together, listening to a trio of giggly young ladies attempting to sing “Love Shack”.

The four of them talked and enjoyed their drinks, until it was Graham and Ruby’s turn on the stage. They had chosen “Hungry Like the Wolf”, which caused Emma to wink at Killian. “I’m sensing a theme here.”

“They sound really good together,” he observed.

“They look really good together,” she admitted, watching them move in sync with the music and each other.

Their duet drew the most boisterous round of applause of the night so far. Ruby bowed ostentatiously and threw kisses to the crowd, while Graham grinned like a Cheshire cat, before they returned to their seats.

Another hour of sharing drinks and conversation passed and Emma felt herself gravitating closer to Killian. Soon, she was leaning against him and felt a thrill of excitement at the feel of his firm muscles under his polo shirt.

After much persuasion and a little more alcohol, Graham finally talked Killian into singing “All Right Now” with him. As soon as Killian sang the first few words, Emma’s jaw dropped. His voice was sexy and mesmerizing, the sound of it practically causing her to melt into her seat. When he made eye contact with her and threw her a roguish wink, she felt heat pooling between her thighs and rubbed them together in an effort to alleviate it. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had affected her like this and she knew it wasn’t just due to the three tropical drinks she’d finished.

Her only saving grace was that no one was paying attention to her, until Ruby turned around. Squinting her eyes for a few seconds, she suddenly burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Emma demanded to know.

“Oh, girl, you are horny for that man!”

“Ruby!” Emma hissed. “That is not true!”

“Liar! Your face is all flushed and your pupils are dilated. You are completely turned on!”

Emma brought her hands up to palm her reddened cheeks. “It…it’s just the drinks. They’re really strong.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say, Em.” She gave her friend a wide, disbelieving grin, before turning back to listen to the rest of the song.

Emma squirmed in her seat until the final notes the guys sang drifted away, then quickly excused herself to go to the restroom. Before returning to her friends, she splashed cool water on her face in an attempt to calm herself down. As she pushed open the bathroom door, she felt it connect with somebody on the other side and heard a muttered ‘oof’.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” she gasped, then chanced a peek around the edge of the door, where Killian stood rubbing his shoulder. “Killian! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Swan. No harm done.” To prove his point, he dropped his hand and gave her a sheepish grin. “Guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Her hand moved almost instinctively to massage his upper arm. When she lifted her eyes, they connected with his electric blue ones, sending a shockwave through her body. His hand landed on her waist and she stepped into his touch, while her other hand slid up his opposite arm, across his shoulder and into the soft fringes of his hair. She guided him towards her and tentatively brushed her lips against his before she could come up with any excuse not to kiss him.

He pulled her closer, moaning against her lips and it shot heat down to her core. She breathed into him and slid her mouth over his, feeling him respond with a slight flick of his tongue. It was all the encouragement she needed to become bolder. Tugging lightly on his hair to shift the angle, she traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, tasting the rum and coke he’d been drinking.

He granted her entrance and allowed her to explore his mouth, while his hands slid up her back and found her silky tresses, gliding his fingers through them like he’d been yearning to do all night. Her mouth was as sweet as he had imagined, and it was more intoxicating than anything he’d ever tasted.

They were so lost in the moment, they didn’t hear someone trying to get their attention, until a loud “Excuse me!” broke into their consciousness and they ended the kiss abruptly. Opening their eyes to look around, they saw a woman glaring at them. “Could you please move? I’m trying to get into the restroom and you’re blocking the door,” she spat.

“Sorry,” Emma and Killian both mumbled, shuffling out of the way without letting go of each other. They laughed after the woman went through the door, then Emma dropped her forehead to rest it on his chest.

“I was wrong, Swan,” he murmured against the crown of her head.

“About what?”

“I was in the right place at exactly the right time.”

She looked up at him with a bright smile and hummed her agreement, then stole another quick kiss. “Maybe I should hit you with a door more often.”

As his deep laugh resounded in her ear, she snuggled under his collarbone and sighed contentedly, feeling his heart hammering under her cheek.

*********

While Killian used the restroom, Emma returned to the table to find Ruby and Graham engaged in a heated kiss. She sat down and tried to look anywhere but at the two of them, remembering the feeling of Killian’s lips against her own. She couldn’t bring herself to be upset for giving in to her attraction for him in a moment of weakness. She had thoroughly enjoyed kissing the man and hoped to do it again very soon.

She could blame her boldness on the pleasant buzz from the alcohol, along with the warm looks and smiles he’d been giving her, but the truth was, he had been nothing but a gentleman all evening and she knew he wasn’t going to push her any further after his daring first move that afternoon. So even though it was completely out of character for her to kiss a man after only knowing him for a few hours, she had no regrets.

Killian slid into the seat beside her just as Ruby and Graham came up for air. Both of them licked their kiss-swollen lips and grinned at their friends. “We were thinking…” Ruby began.

“Looked to me like you were doing more kissing than thinking,” Emma teased.

Ruby’s smile widened. “Very true, but before that, we wondered if you guys would want to get one more round of drinks, then head out.”

Emma and Killian exchanged glances and he shrugged. “It’s up to you, Swan.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. If we’re going to go shopping tomorrow, we better not stay out too late tonight.”

“Okay, so one more round, you two sing a duet, then we leave,” Ruby smirked.

“Wait…what?” Emma questioned, as her brain caught up with what her friend just said. “Nuh-uh, no way! When we decided to come here, I said I wasn’t gonna sing.”

“Oh, come on, Em! Just one song?”

“Nope, not gonna do it,” she insisted, folding her arms across her chest.

Killian’s eyes darted between the two women, seeing determination on each of their faces and wondering who was going to win the battle.

“I hate to interrupt this standoff, but perhaps we should go get the drinks, Swan?” he suggested.

She continued to stare at Ruby until he put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly. Sighing, she said, “Fine, we’ll get the drinks and when we come back, I don’t want to hear another word about me singing, got it?”

Ruby very maturely stuck her tongue out at her friend, which made Graham laugh. Emma pushed herself out of her chair and took Killian’s offered hand to follow him to the bar.

As they waited for the bartender to fill their order, Killian put his hands on Emma’s hips and drew her closer to him, looking into her eyes. “Why don’t you want to sing?”

She heaved a sigh. “Not you, too.”

“I’m just curious.”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t have a very good voice and I’m afraid I’ll look like an idiot.”

“Like I did when I was up there?”

Her eyes widened dramatically. “Are you kidding? You sounded fantastic! You’ve got an amazing voice!”

He ducked his head and looked up at her through his lashes. “Thanks very much, Emma. As you know, I didn’t want to go up on the stage either, but then I thought, what the hell? I’ll probably never see any of these people again, so why am I worried about what they think? And guess what? When I got up there, I had fun! Now, I’m not going to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, but why not give it a try? I’ll be right there with you and if you falter, we’ll get through it together.”

She chewed her lip thoughtfully for several seconds, then slid her hands up to rest them on his chest. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“It will only be one song, Emma…”

“I’m not just talking about the karaoke, Killian. I mean, I’ve never…kissed a guy so soon after meeting him, or…or felt as strong an attraction to someone like I feel for you. This is…it feels…”

“Right?” he offered, voicing what he himself felt.

Her eyes met his, searching for the honesty she already knew would be there. “Yeah, it feels right and…it feels good.”

He grinned and nodded in agreement, then dipped his head to place a tender kiss on her lips.

When they separated, she sighed, “Okay. One song.”

*********

Their drinks were almost gone before they were called because it was their turn to sing. They had chosen “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart”. Emma cringed at the whoops and whistles Ruby unleashed as they made their way to the stage, and in the moments before the band started to play, she stood on shaking legs, her nerves threatening to overwhelm her. Then she felt Killian take her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. When she looked up, he was wearing a brilliant smile that immediately put her more at ease.

Once they sang the first few lines, Emma started to focus on the song and really began to enjoy herself. The alcohol in her system, combined with the pounding beat of the drums, the encouragement of the crowd, and the touch of Killian’s hand, helped her to let go of the lingering insecurities about trying something new.

When they began the repetitive back and forth lines of Don’t go breaking my heart / I won’t go breaking your heart near the end of the song, they were facing each other and she saw a change in his demeanor. He no longer had a playful, lighthearted look on his face. His eyes grew serious when he sang “I won’t go breaking your heart” with more intensity than before and she felt goosebumps raise on her arms.

As the last notes of the song faded away, Emma moved into his arms and hugged him tightly. The applause and cheers from the crowd were loud and boisterous, but all he heard was Emma’s voice in his ear saying, “I’m very glad you sent me that text today, Killian.”

*********

It was nearing one o’clock in the morning when the four of them left the bar and walked out into the Florida humidity to wait for their Ubers. Ruby and Graham shared more lengthy kisses, while Killian wrapped his arms around Emma and she laid her head on his chest.

She had been a bit surprised when Ruby told her she wouldn’t be inviting Graham back to the hotel. “I can’t promise the same thing tomorrow, after I spend the whole day with him,” she’d warned. “He’s such a hottie and if I don’t get a piece of that before we go back home, I’ll never forgive myself!”

“I’ll consider myself warned,” Emma deadpanned.

After they received the notification that Ubers would be arriving in less than a minute, Killian used his finger to tip Emma’s chin up, then bent to press his lips to hers. She couldn’t remember being kissed so softly and sweetly. In fact, she couldn’t remember being kissed by anyone else, because Killian Jones was driving every thought of any other guy she had ever known from her mind. He was intoxicating, and she didn’t mind being under his spell at all.

When they finally broke the kiss, they realized both cars were sitting at the curb waiting. Killian nudged the other couple, who reluctantly separated with promises of seeing one another in a few hours.

Emma and Killian murmured the same words to each other and shared one more lingering kiss. “Thank you for a great night,” she breathed against his lips.

“Trust me when I say it was my pleasure,” he returned. “Goodnight, Swan.”

“Goodnight, Killian.”

They kept their fingers linked until the last possible moment before getting into their respective Ubers, all of them giving small waves before sliding into the back seats.

“We’re not gonna get a lot of sleep tonight,” Emma yawned.

“No, but it was damn worth it. I think I may be in love,” Ruby sighed theatrically.

“I’ve heard you say that before, you know.”

“Yeah, but I think I may actually be telling the truth this time!”

“After knowing him for just a few hours?”

Ruby threw her head back against the seat. “He’s just so sweet, and handsome, and sexy and…and perfect!”

“He does seem like a nice guy,” Emma agreed. “And so is Killian.”

“And you thought he was gonna be a serial killer!” Ruby laughed.

“Well, I was wrong.”

Ruby put a hand to her ear. “What’s that, you say? I couldn’t quite hear you!”

“Shut up,” Emma growled, with no heat in her voice and the corners of her lips curving up. Flopping back against the seat, she sighed happily. When they finally got back to the hotel, cleaned up and in bed, she knew she would have sweet dreams of Killian Jones.

*********

Graham’s karaoke song is “Little Red Riding Hood” by aeseaes.

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masterjedilenawrites · 2 years

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I will throw 10$ (No joke) at you on Ko-fi if do a kiss and Make-Up for that Break Up post 🥺

P.S regardless if you do it I’ll give you 10$ cause honestly gotta support writers! XD

Ahh... I see reading those headcanons hurt as much as it did to write them... Well how about that lol 🙃 Thanks though, anon, for requesting a more positive spin on the subject. I much prefer happier endings to sad ones.

(Also for the record, I'm writing this for free because it's fan-fiction and I don't own any of these characters... but if you want to give me money for other/unrelated reasons I won't complain 😅 hehe. I appreciate your support!)

First, some set-up: His ex comes to him after just a short time away, sobbing and regretful. They hadn't been in a good headspace when they left. They'd been dealing with their own issues and for some reason felt it was best to break up with their clone boyfriend in the process. It hadn't taken them long to realize what a huge mistake that was. How much they still loved him and needed him in their life. They pour their heart out, maybe even have it in a letter for him to read and come to terms with in his own time. But they are asking for another chance. They want to try again....

Kix, Hunter, and Echo are hesitant and definitely need some time to think about it. They were seriously hurt over the breakup and aren't sure they could handle something like that again. They want to be absolutely sure this relationship will last if it's re-started. Once they talk things through and come to the decision to get back together, they will take things slow and ensure stronger communication between them in order to build something that lasts this time. Their makeup kisses are cute and clumsy, like it's their first all over again.

Cody, Rex, and Tup are confused, but willing to reconsider. They'll hear their S/O out, maybe ask for a little bit of time, but they don't drag out the decision either. Of course they'll take their S/O back. They are understanding and empathetic. But they are also cautious going forward. Things won't be exactly as they were. They'll need time to rebuild trust but are willing to put in the effort if their S/O is, too. Their makeup kisses are quick and soft, like they don't want to break the peace.

Fives, Hardcase, and Wrecker are elated. Maybe they should be more cautious and thoughtful about this, but they can't help it. They had been struggling with getting over the breakup, dreaming and praying that it was all some horrible nightmare they'd soon wake up from. And now they pretty much are. They dive right back in as if it hadn't ended, though there may be a few heart-to-hearts about how the situation really took a toll on them. Their makeup kisses are eager and sloppy, like they've been starved for too long.

Jesse, Dogma, and Crosshair are irritated at first. Why did they have to endure a broken heart only to find out it was a mistake? But deep down they're also relieved. They hated being alone, hated having to get over the one person they were able to be vulnerable with. Their return to the relationship seems reluctant, and they won't actually want to discuss anything for a while. But once they do, it's very freeing, allowing them to truly start over. Their makeup kisses are heated and desperate, like they're afraid this isn't real.

Wolffe, Fox, and Tech initially turn them down. Why would they just get back together when there'd been a reason to end it? Those reasons didn't just go away. And all that work they'd put in to heal and move on? No. But as the days go by, their S/O's words really start to sink in and they wonder if maybe they could try again. They make them promise to never leave like that again, and then they're all-in. Their makeup kisses are tender and lingering, like they're making a statement.

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Traits

Chapter 2 of Moonlight

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Series summary: Not even Clair, with her promising quiet life as the owner of a small restaurant on Naboo, could escape the war after her restaurant is destroyed in a strange, terrorist-like event. Left with nothing, she is taken in by a squad of four clone troopers who are all very protective of her, particularly the team's sarcastic, arrogant sniper, who battles to maintain his tough exterior as sweet Clair slowly crawls her way into him.

Chapter summary: Clair knows she has to figure out what to do and where to go after losing her home on Naboo, and the four clones who picked her up seem concerned for her, each in their own way.

Warnings/tags: Mature (minors still not allowed). Language, references to material loss, canon-typical violence, angst, light pining, but also some bonding with the batchers

Word count: 3.5k

This fic is completed and posted to-date on AO3. Cross-posting on tumblr will be in progress over the next couple of weeks. After that, I’ll pick it up where I left off and post any new chapters on both platforms.

The realization hit Clair when her eyes opened that she wasn’t in her home. Her sleep had made her forget everything for a blissful few hours, but as she regained consciousness, reality began settling in. She had stayed in Tech’s bunk; he’d told her he didn’t use it much anyway. He’d normally tinker with a project until later hours and sleep on a chair next to it. In the midst of all the bitterness, Clair felt like she’d soon make them tired of her, and she feared that.

She sat up and slowly swung her legs on the side of the bunk. The boys had said they’d take her to Coruscant, and while she was convinced it was one of the best options at the moment, the question of what in the hell she was going to do still lingered on her. She had nothing. No home, no family, no place to go. She had money saved, but not enough to start over. She’d get a job somewhere her skills would help. There were restaurants in Coruscant, right? Where would she live? How would she afford it? She knew that, as a refugee, she’d have some benefits, but nobody could entirely fall back on the Republic with a war going on.

“Hey.”

The voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see the team’s leader Hunter, with his hair secured by a red bandana and half of his face covered in ink simulating the silhouette of a skull. Unfriendly looking at first, his eyes mustered the greatest kindness Clair had seen until that moment. For his sake, she tried to put on a happy front.

“Hey,” she said back and managed a smile.

Hunter knew better, however. Clair was still unaware of the extent of his abilities, but he’d picked up on her subtle trembling and the change of her breathing when she woke up. He looked right through her, and Clair knew at that moment he could. Her smile dropped and her eyes drifted to the ground.

“I’m thinking everything through,” she told him. “I have no idea what I’m going to do.”

Hunter leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You don’t have to decide now, Clair. Look, we’re still a few hours from Coruscant and even when you arrive, you still don’t have to know what to do.”

“I have to know something,” she said. “At least where I’m going to spend the night.”

Hunter stepped inside the room and placed a brotherly hand on her shoulder, taking a seat on the bunk next to her.

“Clair, you know we’re not going to leave you to figure things out on your own, right?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I don’t want you guys to go out of your way for me.”

But his eyes told her he wasn’t going to change his mind. He’d already decided and so had the rest of his brothers.

Clair sighed. “What about your missions?”

“Our commanding officer knows what’s going on. Our current assignment is keeping you safe.”

“Hunter—”

The leader let out a soft chuckle. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I really do. But we’re not budging. We got the order from the Commander to not do anything else until you were safe, and believe me, that’s the first order we’ve ever heard that we liked.”

The thought made Clair smile a bit, but she still had a lingering insecurity. “I promise I won’t take too much of your time.”

“You could never. We’re here to help.”

She chuckled. “Hunter, there’s a reason I’ve been alone for a while. People say that and leave a couple of weeks later.”

“Well then they’re not the right people,” Hunter finished with a confident smile and stood from the bunk. “Come on, the rest are eager to see you. It’ll do you good to hang out a bit.”

Feeling lighter and somehow knowing he was right, Clair followed Hunter out of the room. As they crossed the long corridor of the ship, she allowed herself to become more familiar with it. The rooms were at the back of the ship, after which the rear turret was located as well as the small yet useful refresher. The center of the ship had a holopanel on each of its sides as well as some storage racks, and at the very front was the cockpit, where the other three clones were concentrated.

“I hope Hunter didn’t wake you,” Tech told Clair.

“I was already awake,” she smiled. “How are you guys?”

“We’re fine, as usual. What about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” she decided not to bombard them with her overthinking from earlier. “But listen, just tell me whenever you want to use your bunk.”

Tech shook his head at her gently. “No need.”

“Yeah, he barely ever sleeps,” Wrecker added.

“But that’s not healthy,” Clair said with concern.

“I do sleep,” Tech corrected, raising one of his index fingers. “However, I have the gift of being able to fall asleep anywhere. A bunk isn’t fundamentally necessary for me. You may stay in it as much as you like.”

Clair was touched at how kind Tech was being, and she thought of Bree for a moment. She’d mentioned she thought he was cute. Bree… Clair wondered what she could be doing right then and if she was safe. Perhaps, in a different life, Bree and Tech would have met more properly and had a better shot at being happy.

“Thanks, Tech,” Clair told him.

Then she faced Wrecker, who was sitting in front of Crosshair with a game of cards and credits between them. Wrecker met her gaze with a kind smile, one that contradicted his tough exterior. Crosshair, however, only locked eyes with her for a second, in which his expression didn’t change from his apparent scowl, and then he averted his gaze back onto his hand of cards.

Clair was taken aback. She’d noticed already Crosshair had barely spoken a word since she arrived with them. She didn’t question it since she figured it was only because of the looming event that had gotten her in that situation, but had it been that way, shouldn’t he be talking to her again? Back at the restaurant, he’d looked at her in a very peculiar way. He’d interacted with her openly, seductively, and now he was all out distant. As if on cue to distract her from the sharpshooter’s attitude, Wrecker caught her attention with his booming laughter.

“Flush!” He yelled, pointing at Crosshair with his entire arm and holding a black and red plushie in his hand. “Top that!”

Crosshair rolled his eyes and revealed the full house in his hand. He flopped the cards on the table as Wrecker took the credits, and Clair briefly noticed the way Crosshair shifted his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. When he still didn’t look at her, Clair drifted her gaze over to the plushie Wrecker was holding.

“Can I see it?” She asked him.

“Sure!” Wrecker answered with excitement. “That’s Lula. If you ever need a cuddling expert or someone to hold when you’re down, Lula’s your top choice. I’m there too if you need me, though.”

Clair smiled kindly in gratitude at Wrecker as she took Lula from his hands. The plushie’s red eyes gave a gentle gaze towards Clair, and Lula did indeed look huggable. She felt soft in Clair’s hands and she instantly got the urge to hug the plushie tightly.

“I love her,” Clair cooed.

“Thanks,” Wrecker said. “I made her.”

“No way!”

Crosshair continued to deal the next hand of cards as Wrecker and Clair bonded over the plush toy. As he usually did, he observed Clair at a distance, his eyes locked on her face as she smiled down at Lula. Her lips curved beautifully and her black hair fell gracefully down her back. She was still wearing the flower-printed dress they’d met her with minus the apron. Yes, she was attractive, and Crosshair had been quick to notice. They all had, that he was sure of, but he only flirted with her out of his habit for seeking temporary fun. Of course, everything changed now that she was there with them on the longer run; he’d decided that when he saw her on the paramedics’ bed covered by a blanket.

Similarly, Hunter watched Crosshair from afar. His enhanced senses allowed him to know each of his brothers almost to the point of perfection, and Hunter could observe some subtle changes in Crosshair’s behaviour. He was tense and his eyes were just a bit sharper than normal, probably due to the presence of a stranger in their ship. He always knew Crosshair would be the last one to warm up to any stranger they came across, but that was normal to some extent. It was the amount of time he observed her that was longer than usual, as well as the sudden flick in Crosshair’s eyes whenever he averted his gaze from her. But he’d always look back up at Clair, as though expecting her to look back, but she never did. Her focus remained on Lula and the conversation she was having with Wrecker.

Hunter thought back to what Clair had told him in the bunks. It was obvious to everyone Crosshair’s attitude was different than the one he had at the restaurant. When Clair had seen that, it must have been her instinct to not pay any mind to the sharpshooter. Hunter couldn’t decide if he should laugh or be concerned over what that would do to Crosshair, but eventually he settled on letting it go. If any of his brothers knew how to keep himself together, it was Crosshair.

“Wanna play a hand?” Wrecker offered to Clair, scooting in his chair leaving barely any room for Clair to sit if she’d wanted to.

Instead, Clair let out a small chuckle. “I’ve never played in my life. I think I’ll just watch for now.”

“Oh, it’s easy,” Wrecker said. “Look, you’re dealt your hand, right? The point is to make the combination of cards with the highest value. You can use what you have and the cards here on the center to risk changing any cards, but that also means you could make a better hand.”

Clair went over to lean next to Wrecker and observed his movements as he and Crosshair took turns picking cards from the center of the table for a certain number of times, after which they looked dead into each other’s eyes. Wrecker was the first one to bet a couple credits and looked at Crosshair with a challenging grin. Crosshair’s glare remained the same as he reciprocated the amount of credits Wrecker had bet and even raised it by three.

So the unspoken battle between Wrecker and Crosshair began and Clair was there to see it from the front row. With those two, it was a constant challenge of who could do better. The more they raised the bets and the credits fell onto the table with a light clink, the more the tension rose, and the more the brothers smirked at each other. Wrecker beat Crosshair the last time and he was still pretty confident about it, even though Clair was pretty sure he shouldn’t be letting Crosshair know that.

“What’s it going to be, big guy?” Crosshair raised an eyebrow. “Afraid of losing all your money?”

Wrecker still appeared confident. “I know you, little brother. You always get that shitty attitude when you’re cornered.”

Clair saw a hint of something flash past Crosshair’s eyes, but she didn’t quite know what. Then it hit her. Crosshair was taking advantage of Wrecker using what he knew against him. Even to Clair it seemed like the oldest trick in the book. But as she looked at Wrecker, grinning and with his feathers ruffled, it appeared to be working. She, on the other hand, did what both of them probably should have done and kept a blank expression.

“I’ll go first then,” Wrecker said and revealed his hand. “Straight. What have you got, sharpshooter?”

Crosshair knew that his confidence was the best way to toy with Wrecker. He kept his hand hidden for a while more, but he kept his eyes locked on Wrecker’s and his smirk widened. Surely, Wrecker began to waver, and Crosshair chose that moment to reveal his hand: a royal flush. Wrecker’s eyes widened and he began to whine as Crosshair smugly took all the credits from the table and pocketed them.

“Nice playing with you,” Crosshair teased as he swiftly flicked his toothpick at Wrecker.

Clair eyed Crosshair as she heard Wrecker keep complaining. His smug grin and the way he’d flicked the toothpick gave him an air of confidence that made him likeable even if he was being a bit of a prick. He’d waltzed so smoothly into that cocky attitude after having been so distant, it made him a mystery. Their eyes met once more and Crosshair’s grin faded into a hint of a smirk. Clair smiled back at him subtly before he made his way out of the cockpit. It seemed to her as if his eyes had lingered on her for a split second acknowledging her. She knew the type of guy he was, and she’d have enough with that for now.

Hunter bumped his brother’s shoulder as he crossed the doorway from the cockpit to the hall. Crosshair raised a brow at him, wordless. When Hunter mirrored his expression, Crosshair knew he was in for a lecture.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little rude to her?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes and brought a new toothpick up to his mouth. “I’m a prick. Is anything else a shock?” He paused to scoff. “I’m behaving the way I always do.”

“You didn’t behave like that at her restaurant.”

Seeing the way Hunter was smirking at him, Crosshair knew there was only one thing he could say. “I’m obviously not going to do anything anymore, genius.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not an idiot.”

“I’d say you’re not heartless.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes one more time and retreated to the back of the ship.

“Where are you going?” Hunter asked after him.

“I need to clean the rifle.”

“You cleaned it when we left Naboo.”

Hunter expected Crosshair to keep walking and not say another word to him. He’d expected the last sound he would hear to be Crosshair’s bedroom door being closed, but instead, the sniper stopped and looked at Hunter over his shoulder.

“I know,” he said. And then he made his way into his room.

Even to Hunter, Crosshair was being odd. He assumed Crosshair just wanted distance and maybe Clair’s presence had something to do with it, not because she was bothering him, but because Crosshair was simply wary. It’s who he was. Hunter sighed and let Crosshair deal with his own affairs.

He went back into the cockpit to find Tech and Wrecker teaching Clair how to play cards. It warmed Hunter’s heart to see Clair smiling at his two brothers. For a moment, it seemed as if nothing too terrible had just happened to her and she was part of their squad, chilling before arriving at their next mission’s site. Somehow it felt right to see things that way, but she wasn’t a soldier. At best, he’d do the most he could along with his brothers to make her feel as best as she could in the meantime.

Not long before arriving to Coruscant, Crosshair had emerged from his room back into the cockpit where everyone was. It took them all by surprise, but that time he’d actually allowed himself to exchange a few words with Clair. It wasn’t much conversation, but it was something, and Hunter was proud of his brother for the effort.

The arrival to Coruscant had been smooth, but any matters to be seen on refugees at Republic Civil Affairs headquarters could be tedious. Only Clair, the refugee herself, was allowed inside while the squad of Clones waited for her where they’d landed the ship. She’d go back and say goodbye to them either way if matters were settled quickly, but she couldn’t help but linger a bit with them before leaving. She hadn’t spent that much time with them, but they’d all begun to grow on her a bit. In any case, she was very grateful to them. Hunter had said they were assigned to oversee her safety, but she knew it went further than that. They would have done it whether they’d been ordered to or not.

Clair wasn’t inside Civil Affairs for too long. The response was neither underwhelming nor remarkable; she’d heard the options she’d expected already. Lodging in the refugee house which offered rehabilitation if necessary while she filed in an aptitude form as well as a formal job request. Her refugee status would give her priority to be hired, and the refugee house would help her pinpoint locations where she could begin working. Having lost everything and being able to prove it, the refugee house would extend the time it would allow her to stay.

It seemed logical and Clair was grateful nonetheless. She considered herself fortunate that Coruscant had options for her, and she’d stopped battling the fact that she’d lost everything. So she’d have to start over, but she could manage. She always could.

Everything was practically set and with a heavy heart she approached the squadron again, knowing it was time to say goodbye. Before saying any goodbyes, she explained to them everything she’d been told in the Civil Affairs building. When she finished, she expected them to start making their way elsewhere, but instead, the four clones exchanged looks simultaneously as if they were silently agreeing on something, and finally their gazes fell back on her.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” Hunter said.

Clair’s eyes widened. “What? Why not?”

“Because you won’t get really far with that,” Tech explained. “While the program is designed to help refugees get back on their feet, it’s more than likely that you’ll only get so far with it. A wage working in Coruscant’s restaurant market isn’t that big. It will take you years to make enough to place your own business again, far longer than it would on another planet. And getting off world will also be expensive if you choose it at any point.”

“I’ll wait the years saving up, I’ve done it before,” Clair replied. “Besides, they didn’t give me any options for other planets, but it’s fine. It’s what I’ve got now and I should make the most of it.”

“Or you could stay with us,” Hunter told her.

Clair was surprised at what she was hearing, but the familiar kindness in Hunter’s eyes let her know that none of them were joking.

“Clair… you deserve to have everything you already had,” Wrecker said.

“And there’s not much of a chance you’ll regain it here. It won’t be fair to you,” Hunter added.

“Well, war isn’t fair,” Clair tried persuading them. “Guys, it’s fine, really. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do this.”

“We want to do this,” said Hunter. “Let us help you.”

Clair was very tempted to say yes, but she couldn’t allow herself to. “You guys have too much to do to worry about me… I have nothing to offer you, I’ve said it before…”

“We don’t care,” Crosshair’s piercing voice caught everyone off guard. His eyes met Clair’s for a moment and she knew he wasn’t saying that to be mean.

“That does sum it up,” Tech broke the silence. “Whether you have military experience or not isn’t relevant to us.”

“What do you say?” Hunter asked her. “Will you come with us?”

Rather than being doubtful, now Clair was only moved by their kindness. Her lips curved up in a subtle smile as she began crumpling the forms in her hands. “I didn’t want to fill them out anyway.”

“Alright!” Wrecker beamed and gave Clair a tight hug. “Welcome to the squad!”

As Clair hugged Wrecker back, Tech approached and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, welcoming her as well. From the sidelines, Hunter and Crosshair watched them get back inside the ship. Hunter noticed the way Crosshair’s expression had changed into a darker one but he didn’t tell him anything this time. Instead, Crosshair looked over at Hunter, apparently emotionless.

“Come on,” Hunter said as he began making his way back to the ship.

Crosshair hesitated for a moment. His eyes lingered on the Marauder, where Clair already was. With the turmoil going on inside him, Crosshair began chewing on his signature toothpick hoping it would calm him down as he walked toward the ship as well. For the first time, Crosshair felt vulnerable and not the least bit sure about what was going to happen.

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nunchiimagines · 3 years

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Choco Bun: 8 - Final

Choco Pie

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: SUPER fluff, slight mentioning of smutty behavior

— Word Count: 1.7k

~MASTERPOST~

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here is the final chapter of Choco Bun. Hahaha, bet you guys didn’t see that coming?? Lol, I said it was going to be short so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to post the final two chapters now! Can you believe this is my first fully finished story??? It is so far from perfect but it was fairly well developed to my standards! Anyway, I just want to appreciate everyone who gave it so much love and support. I do apologize if it kinda abruptly ended though, like I said, it’s not perfect and I’m still learning. Anywho, please enjoy and be on the look out for the official start of Pied Piper! Thank you to everyone who’s always been there and to everyone who’s new!! I can’t to keep writing and sharing with you all!

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“Mama? Where’s Papa Tae at?” the little boy before you asked.

You stilled for a moment, having just realized the presence of your oldest son here. You were currently in your work kitchen preparing the next batch of sweets for tomorrow's sales. However, a certain someone had waltzed in here roughly 15 minutes prior to your son and had been distracting you ever sense.

“U-Uh, did you g-go see if he was with P-Papa Jimin?” you asked, stuttering, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

The dark haired 4 year old cocked his head, his sharp eyes mimicking that of his fathers. He had little bumps on his head, his horns not quite yet growing in but making their presence known.

“But...I thought I could smell him here.” he pondered out loud.

That’s right, you forgot. For some reason Namjoon passed on his overly developed skills to his son as well, so he was far more advanced than a 4 year old dragon hybrid should be. Most children at his age are sensitive to the smells, so his accuracy shouldn't be this developed yet. You had to think quickly.

“H-Heeeh~!” you squeaked out.

“Mama?! What's wrong??” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing!! I’m fine sweetie!! I saw Papa Tae earlier! He...uh...he went to go see your father on the top floor!”

“Oh. Really? He promised we’d play ball today.” the little boy said with a pout.

“Your little sister is at the gym with Papa Kook and Papa Jin! I bet you they’d play ball. Just make sure Mr. Choi is with you when you take the elevator okay? Ahh-Ahnd I’ll be up to join you all soon too!”

The young boy contemplated for a moment before smiling.

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

“Okay! I will then! I haven’t seen any of them since this morning so I’ll go play with them!”

“Okay sweetie, please be careful!”

“I will! Bye mama!”

As the young boy waltzed off out of sight and out of range for his scent to pick anything up, you sighed. Your next immediate action was to start slapping Taehyung.

“Have you no shame!” you cried angrily at him, face flushed from overstimulation and embarrassment.

Taehyung removed himself from between your legs, your long dress no longer draped over his body. He casually licked his lips, having sat there eating you out while your son stood before you. He had a smirk on his face and a look of satisfaction present.

“He may have inherited hyung’s advanced qualities but he’s still too young. It all worked out in the end anyway.” he stated nonchalantly.

“That’s beside the point Tae! This is completely inappropriate and totally unsanitary! I’m running a business, remember?? Plus you didn’t even stop yourself while he was talking! He even got concerned!”

Taehyung laughed, eventually standing up and walking over to the sink to wash up from his previous actions.

“Where was all this protesting the last time I did this?”

You quickly shut your mouth and turned away from him. Your face was even more flushed than before and you huffed in irritation. Snaking his hands around your waist, he pulled you against his chest. Kissing your neck and then your cheek, he nuzzled into your scent.

“You’re so cute when you flustered. And you,” he said, rubbing your steadily growing belly.

“Make sure to watch over mommy okay? She’s doing too much work as is and she needs to rest. I was trying to provide some much needed relaxation for her but it’s apparently going underappreciated.” he said with a playful pout.

“Tae! Don’t tell our unborn child that!” you protested.

“Don’t be such a worry wart. You’ll keep Papa Tae’s words a secret, right, little one? We’ll keep this from your papa for now too.” Tae said, trying to bargain with your belly.

“You’ll keep what from me.” a voice called out.

You both froze in place, heads turning to look at the sudden moon dragon before you. Yoongi walked closer to you two before giving Tae a glare. He protectively embraced you while lovingly rubbing your stomach.

“Nothing! Wow, look at the time, I got to go see Namjoon now!”

“Kim Taehyung, if you think you can keep secrets from me with our child you are sorely mistaken.” Yoongi weakly threatened.

“What~, I would never! Right Y/n?”

You looked at him then sighed, caving to those pretty eyes of his. Turning to Yoongi, you smiled at him, nuzzling his neck to soothe any tension that was even made present.

“There's nothing to worry about Yoongi. He was helping me...relax a little. That’s all.”

Yoongi hummed, falling prey to your comforting touches.

“By eating you out?” he questioned.

You froze and Taehyung bursted out laughing.

“H-How’d you-??” you began stuttering.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I can smell you all, remember? Your scent is pungent, especially when you are being intimate. Plus you're pregnant with my kid so my bond with you is a bit more heightened compared to the others.”

You pouted and gave an apologetic look, your stimulation having affected your bond. It was probably the reason he came to check up on you.

“No worries love, Tae’s just being a pervert.” Yoongi said, cuddling you even more.

“Hey, I was helping! In my own way.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before flicking Tae on the forehead.

“Yeah sure. Next time, be more gentle. You went overboard and I couldn’t concentrate. Plus she’s pregnant so don't do too much.” Yoongi lightly chastised.

“Hehehe~ Sorry.” Tae said fiving his boxy smile.

“Hey! This is where you’ve all been! Everyone’s waiting downstairs for us.”

The three of you looked up to see Jimin. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they lit up unapologetically. He was the one who cooed over you the most when you got pregnant the first time. Namjoon was so scared, Jimin had to always coax him to calm down. He made sure Namjoon was always level headed and helped find books for him to review and read. When you got pregnant with Jin’s baby, Jimin was always present 24/7 then too. Jimin has been a massive help for every pregnancy and this one is no different.

“Hi Minnie~” you said as he began scenting you.

You giggled as his actions were a bit ticklish. He was always so protective of you and always went out of his way to, appropriately, ensure you were relaxing.

“Hmmm~ Smells like Tae did something dirty again.”

“It wasn’t dirty, it was a distresser. For both of us.” Tae clarified.

“Now it was for the both of you?” Yoongi chimed in.

“Regardless, we need to head downstairs and get you home! Are you done here?” Jimin asked.

You nodded your head, going over everything one last time before agreeing to head out. Your small group made its way to the elevators and down to the first floor. When you walked to the main entrance you were greeted with the rest of your family.

“Mama!” (Y/S/N) called out.

“Hello my love.” you said, embracing him back.

“Papa said that we're going home early because you need the rest.” he said happily.

You smiled at the little boy before agreeing.

“Yeah, mama has been a bit tired recently. All your papa’s are so kind aren’t they?”

“Yeah! They sure are!”

“Mama~!” a squeal came out.

You turned to look up at your daughter as she was being cradled in her fathers arms.

“I’d never forget about you, my lovely baby girl!” you said approaching Jin.

“Why don’t you tell mama how good you were today, huh?” Jin cooed.

“(Y/D/N)...good!” she giggled.

“Was she now? What a good girl you are!”

“How are you feeling (Y/N)?” Hoseok asked, approaching you and rubbing your belly.

“I’m doing okay. It’s a massive help with you all here actually. Thanks for asking Hobi.”

“Of course. We’ll always be here when you need it. Just don’t push yourself.”

“Hey hey, (Y/D/N), want to show mommy our new trick?” Jungkook asked.

“New trick?” you questioned.

“Yeah we do-”

“Absolutely NOT!” Jin interfered.

Jungkook already started laughing which made (Y/D/N) laugh too.

“Why are you trying to endanger our child!?” Jin questioned.

You knew this was all playful banter and (Y/D/N) must’ve had a field day spending time with these two. The bickering never ceased even now. When you turned to (Y/S/N) again began petting his hair. He looked up at you and smiled once more.

“Where’s your papa at?” you asked.

“He said he had to take care of a few documents at the front desk and that he’ll be back soon! He put me in charge of letting you know!”

“What a good boy. You know what? You did a fantastic job letting me know.”

His smile widened, those dimples of his mimicking that of Namjoon’s. Shortly afterwards Namjoon came running out with an apologetic smile.

“Hello my love.” Namjoon said, kissing your cheek.

“Pardon me being late.”

You smiled at the last to arrive before dismissing his worries.

“Nothing to apologize for! We didn;t wait long and plus I got to check up on everyone in the meantime.”

Namjoon smiled again before reaching out his hand for his son to take. Hoseok took the opportunity to grab his other hand, which only made the little boy happier. Yoongi and JImin stayed by your side as you all started walking out. Taehuyung was making (Y/D/N) giggle and laugh while Jin tried to desperately prevent Jungkook from throwing her around in the air at the tender age of 2.

This family was a big huge heaping pile of silly antics, crazy ideas, and childish behavior. But it was your family. A family you loved with all your heart. A family that cared deeply for one another no matter what. A family that you’d never change or exchange for anything. One that was still growing. Still getting used to this life. But it was one you could call yours and you couldn’t have been any happier to do so.

And thus was the closing of this story, the story of a little foreign bunny and her 7 dragons. A story where, just like a choco pie, it can’t be whole without each slice.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Not Your Charity Case

prompt: Harry is a frat boy - who doesn’t need sympathy from anyone. He makes Y/N feel a sense of home when they’re together. But is Harry just like every stereotypical frat boy?

word count: 6.2k

warnings: minor violence, language, deaf!harry, smutttt

other: when Harry is talking to Y/N or any other characters - it is to be noted that he is signing. When Y/N talks to Harry - she is also always signing

Let me know if you’d want to see anything else from this verse:)

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You were rushed - you really shouldn’t stop at the local coffee shop for a sugary, delicious mocha chip frappuccino.

Despite what people say, professors are much more lax and carefree in college.

It was about two weeks into the new semester, - your third here- and the seasons were changing - becoming autumn.

Chilled breezes, falling leaves, and vivid colors of nature made you happy.

When you arrive in line, there are two people ahead of you. A girl currently in front of the cashier and a tall male with a red and black flannel on behind her- typing away on his phone.

When she moves to the left, the broad man steps forward. His snapback facing backwards, brown curls dancing around his neck. You can’t help but notice how tall and lean he is, shoulders broad and straight.

You definitely haven’t seen him before on campus. You’d remember.

From what you can see, he shows the young girl behind the counter the screen of his phone without saying anything at all.

The raven-haired girl’s face pinches in annoyance. “We don’t accept orders like that. You need to tell me what you want.”

You’re a little surprised by both the rude cashier but also the man who doesn’t respond right away.

He attempts to show her his phone again but she shakes her head - annoyed.

You become interested in the situation when I watch him sign, a few gestures before pointing to his ears. In the most obvious form of saying “I can’t hear.”

The clueless girl gives him a blank look, “Listen, there’s a line. I don’t have time for this.”

You hoped you weren’t overstepping your boundaries when you slide up next to him, tapping him on his shoulder to get his attention.

It is a bit startling how gorgeous the boy is. He was tanned with bright green-eyes and a defined jawline that was currently clenched in frustration.

You sign, “What are you trying to order?”

He studies you for a second with hesitance before his long slim fingers begin to move, slowly as if he thinks you may be inexperienced in the form of language.

He replies, “Large coffee with a little cream and two sugars.”

You squeeze in front of him, “It is not only rude but illegal to not serve based on disabilities. Refusing an order from a deaf person isn’t moral or acceptable.”

The girl has enough decency to mumble an apology and turned bright pink, “Sorry, he doesn’t look deaf. “You roll your eyes - how can you tell that someone is deaf based on solely appearance? This girls a fucking idiot, you think.

You repeat his order to her, along with yours - sliding your debit card towards her and give her your name for the order.

The man trails behind you to the small waiting area. “Thank you,” he signs simply. You nod and return the pleasantry. The. hand him his steaming hot coffee.

“Thank you again. I’m going to be late to class, so I have to go,” he tells me, seeming a little out of place signing with a stranger.

“Go ahead, I’ll see you around.” It was the first time in a long time you’ve signed to anyone outside your family.

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Sipping your drink as you are only five minutes late and the class hasn’t even started yet. The man you just helped was sat in the back of the classroom, unloading his laptop.

With a little bravery, you wriggle your way through and plop into the wooden chair easily. Letting your backpack fall to the ground. Curly looks over at you with a frown, he signs, “Why are you sitting next to me?”

You blush, “I don’t know? Thought it’d be good to have someone to talk to.”

His hands are tense as he replies, “I’m not a charity case, so you can leave me alone.”

“Never said you were,” you huff when you tell him. Not appreciating how rude he was being. Signing had its own tones and expressions so to speak. For example, when someone is happy their signs and movements are different than when they’re sad or frustrated.

Harry seems to be the latter. You wrestle out your laptop to the PowerPoint that was going to be discussed today in class. You noticed Harry stared very intently at the professor to read his lips and expression.

You was surprised he didn’t have an interpreter with him but you’re sure he got special accommodations elsewhere. Even though that was absolutely none of your business.

His shoulders are tensed and he makes sure your arms don’t brush like you have cooties for the entire two hours. The nameless boy is up and out of his seat as soon as the professor shuts off the projector and turns on the lights - signaling class to be over.

Well fuck him then.

***

You don’t make the mistake to sit next him again. But that doesn’t mean you could ogle his strong muscular back and big hands.

It wasn’t your place to care but you felt twinges in your tummy when you noticed him struggling to keep up with the fast-speed class on certain days.

You were in the large, rustic library that smelled of old books and damp wallpaper. It was dead silent as people furiously studied or worked on papers due.

As you paced the shelves, you could not find the book you needed for your American Literature class. Fuck the Dewey Decimal System.

Part-time uni students probably just stuffed returned books in any open space they saw fit. But you need this book in particular, a discussion board post due by midnight and it was currently eight-thirty. They had ran out of copies at the on-campus bookstore.

After a valiant effort, you trudge up to the checkout counter. A little sign reads, “ring me if no ones here!”

You impatiently ring the silver bell. But no one comes. You give whoever is working a minute or two but nothing. Another ring it is.

Silence. No one. Of fucking course, luck is not on your side tonight.

You dramatically clunk your head onto the high counter top in front of you - groaning at the fact you may fail the assignment.

A tentative pat on your shoulder makes you snap your head up. To see the boy you’ve been constantly avoiding standing behind the checkout desk.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He had a name-tag on - Harry. He honestly looked a bit out of place. Harry appeared to be a frat boy. He was still had a boyish air about him but an intensity that was unmatchable.

He didn’t look like he would work in the library. He looked like...well he looked like he would be a beer pong referee or something.

You couldn’t see below his torso but he had a plain black snapback on and a vintage Elton John concert tee. A cross necklace dangling over the worn shirt.

You smile, embarrassed, but reply, “Just being dramatic. I can’t find a book and I was waiting here.”

There’s mirth in his eyes when he points to the bell,”Did you ring the bell?”

Your brows furrow, “I did.”

“Well I can’t hear it, I’m deaf,” he deadpans with a straight face and a dry sense of humor.

You roll your eyes, laughing nervously, “I didn’t know you were working!”

“What do you need?”

He helps you locate the book in two minutes flat before checking you out and you rushing home to finish the homework.

You felt bad ignoring your little sister’s FaceTime calls but you promised to call her back tomorrow.

***

Though once again, you hadn’t interacted with Harry since last week - you constantly found yourself studying his stoic profile or fast moving fingers.

You would never befriend Harry because you feel bad for him - like he presumed. You enjoyed American Sign Language and it actually made you feel back at home.

You’re little sister was born completely deaf. She was much younger than you - eight years old. Fifteen years apart to be exact. You learned the language along with her and your parents.

When you were at home and your sister was there - you guys tried to only sign so she didn’t feel left out. So Harry felt like home - a little despite his completely off-putting demeanor. It made you a little bit more persistent than with any other frat boy.

***

The bulletin board in your advisor’s office caught your eyes. None of the little tabs ripped off in interest.

‘Student with ASL experience and above a 3.5 GPA needed for tutoring sessions - twice weekly. $16 dollars an hour.’

After your meeting, you tugged the little scrap of paper off and tuck it into your pocket. You couldn’t know for sure if it was Harry but you didn’t know of any other deaf students in the program.

You say ‘fuck it’ and type out an email to the advisor of academic affairs and accommodations to throw your hat in the ring.

***

You don’t hear back for three days - nearly forgetting about it in the mean time. Your eyes scan quickly over the email to grant you the position. They include contact information for no other than Harry Styles.

After psyching yourself out a little and a few paces across your kitchen tiles - you text him.

Hey! I’m your new assigned tutor. Would you like to set up a time and place? As well as what kind of help you’re looking for.

The reply text comes shortly after

Hello, thank you very much. I am just in need of hearing ears. I am deaf and have a hard time keeping up with the my professor. I have begun recording the lectures in hope that you can sign then to me.

Sure thing. That won’t be a problem!

I live in Alpha Sigma on 3rd street. I have my own room. I’d rather not have the tutoring session in public. However, if that makes you uncomfortable - we can figure something out.

You take a minute to debate. You understand why this would be a task too loud for the library and why he’d want privacy. You didn’t feel like I’d be uncomfortable with him.

I saw twice a week so does Tuesday and Thursday at seven work?

Sounds great. Thank you again x

Did he know it was me? Was he expecting it to me?

***

He was definitely not expecting you. You automatically knew that by the way his friendly smile dissipated into a frown when he opened the door for you.

You attempted to look nice today without trying too hard. A loose crop top with the university’s name, a pair of tight black leggings, bulky white socks bunched at your ankles, and white sneakers. Very 80’s.

You try to keep your composure, “Hi Harry, I’m going to be your tutor.”

He slowly nods at you, huffing out a breathe of irritation before inviting you into the frat house.

You’d only been here once or twice for a party so you had no idea what the house actually looked like when there weren’t bodies and booze everywhere.

He’s walking you past a group of boys playing FIFA on the flatscreen in the living room, white claws open everywhere.

“Y/N! Hey babe!” You look over to see Niall - one of your good friends from your part-time job at the bookstore - trotting over to you guys.

The blonde pulls you into an overexcited hug. He reminded you of a cuddly, soft puppy dog most of the time.

“Are you Harry’s little tutor?” Niall coos, leaning over to pinch Harry’s cheek.

Harry- who was observing the conversation, focusing in on our lips, immediately bats his friend away. A small scowl forming on his face.

It automatically turns into a playful brawl where Niall tugs Harry into headlock. But he has no strength on the brunette.

Harry turns out of it quickly and pushes Niall to the ground. He straddles his stomach and begins to jokingly pinch and slap at him.

Niall hisses, “Ouch! You motherfucker! Big oaf!”

Then you don’t know why you find this endearing but Niall signs the word, “uncle” a few times to signal he’s accepted his lost.

The fact that they wrestle so much that Niall learned to sign how to give up made you giggle more than it should.

Harry crawls off of him, running a hand through his messy curls, his face a little flushed.

“I’ll talk to you later!” You tell Niall as your trailing behind Harry up a flight of stairs.

His room is extremely neat. A fluffy navy comfort decorated his bed with a few photos of flowers and nature on his wall. A tidy desk tucked away in the corner that had all of his school work loaded on top of it.

He chooses to sit in his desk chair, motioning for you to perch on his bed. You look at him expectantly when he pulls out the tape recorder and sets it on the surface.

He pulls his laptop into his lap and begins signing, “I need you to transcribe the lecture for me so I can follow it. We can skip through the bits where he is rambling or off topic.”

You nod, letting him know to begin whenever he’s ready. He presses the side button and the recording starts but it super unclear and garbled.

“Did you record this from your seat?” You ask, the professors words nearly inaudible and fuzzy.

“Yes.”

“You need to bring it to the front of the room. Ask Dr. Morrison to lay it on his desk before class. I can’t hear anything but static and mumbles,” You tell him.

He laughs and shakes his head. His movements rough and angry, “Of course its fucked up. I get you as my tutor and then the recorder is shit.”

You glare at him, offended as you haven’t done anything to this boy. “Excuse me? I’ve literally been trying to help since I’ve meet you. What is your fucking issue?”

“I’m not a charity case! I don’t need you to feel bad for me. I’m not helpless! You’re probably just a silly little girl who took ASL in high school because it was cool and trendy. Go back to focusing on psych.”

“Fuck you, Harry,” Your gestures getting sharper and your face sour, “You know nothing about me so don’t act like you do. I don’t feel bad for you or think that you’re helpless.” You put up a hand and tell him to not talk.

“I was just being nice because I thought you were handsome and at first, seemed friendly. It turns out you’re just like every douchebag frat boy I’ve met. What a disappointment,” You chuckle, swinging your bag on your shoulder and storm out of the room without another look.

***

The cafe was jammed packed - it was Waffle Wednesday. You had said waffles in your tray and were about to plop down on a stool when you hear your name being called.

“C’mere, come sit with us!” He hollers over the commotion of the crowd. Niall.

You’re about to decline when some dude slips behind you and snags the stool. Shit.

A bit unwillingly you slide into the booth next to Niall, cracking open your sparkling water. “Mates, this is Y/N, we work at the store together and she’s Harry’s tutor,” he tells them. “Y/N, this is Liam and Louis.”

“Hello,” you try your best to come off as friendly even though you can feel Harry’s glare on the side of your face. You ended up falling to easy conversation with the boys. Niall has a very limited ASL vocabulary but tries.

The boys are also trying to talk slower and more pronounced so Harry can watch and understand. A couple of times he taps Niall on the wrist to repeat what was going on.

Your phone begins buzzing and you apologize for the interruption. It’s your little sister, Mazie, FaceTiming.

You answer the phone with a frown, signing “Aren’t you suppose to be in school?”

Mazie looks upset, eyes a little watery. She gestures back, “I left early. I’m sick.”

“Are you really sick or where you getting bullied again?” You asks her.

Your sister hesitates before sniffling, “You already know. I hate my school.”

Mazie has had other children bully her for her disability since she started preschool and it as still happening in fourth grade.

“What can I do to help?” You frown, never wanting to see your baby sister cry.

You chat for a few minutes to help her calm down. When the phone call ends, you don’t realize that all the boys were watching you in interest. Harry in particular, keeps his focus on you with a wrinkled forehead.

“My sister’s deaf,” You tell them. The whole time you’ve been sitting with them you’ve been signing and verbally speaking to help everyone be able to be included in the conversation.

“That’s sick!” Louis says, smacking Harry’s arm. “Just like our lad Harry.”

Harry grumbles when Louis shakes him a little. It seems like the boys loved to physically interact with Harry which was endearing.

Harry allows him to for a moment before he flicks his cheek hard and laughs when Louis flinches. The conversation goes back to normal.

***

Harry jogs up to you after your group shares farewells and a few punches. You pointedly ignore him as you trek to the class you two have together so it’s not like he can’t walk this way too.

“Please, wait,” Harry asks. He walks in front of you.

“What do you want?” You huff, keeping my glare firm and directed alley at him.

“I’m sorry. I made the wrong assumption.”

“You made a lot of wrong assumptions. The fact that you think of me so lowly is sad. I’ve been nothing but nice,” You try not to focus on his large palms that curve over the caps of your shoulders.

“I’m not very trusting of people.”

You snort rather unattractively, “No kidding”

“Can we please start over?” He asks, stepping back to give you space. He didn’t realize how close he’d been standing to you until your hair wisps across his nose.

“One more chance, Styles.”

Harry lays a hand on your upper arm and squeeze lightly before signing the simple gesture of ‘thank you.’

***

It turns out Harry is very handsy and physically affectionate. It wasn’t creepy though or something that ever made you feel uncomfortable.

You were still tutoring him but you hung around the frat with Harry nearly everyday. The days you just wanted to lay in bed resulted in a grumpy FaceTime from Harry.

Harry once stated during a tutoring session, “It is easier for me to show how I’m feeling with touch than words. If I ever make you uncomfortable - please tell me and I will stop.”

You smile slyly at his words that sounded more like a question, asking if he can touch you. “I guess I’ll let you feel me up every now in again.”

He giggles and looks down wolfishly - like an entertaining thought is dancing around in his mind.

You tuck your finger under his chin to gaze at you. “In all seriousness, I give you my consent to show your feelings with physical touch. I trust you and know you won’t do anything to make me uncomfortable.”

The curly-haired brunette smiles happily, his hand cupping the side of your neck and brushing over your pulse point.

He hadn’t touched you here before and it seems like it was his first goal to do so once he got permission. You can’t help but take in a deep gasp of air. You prayed he didn’t notice but by the small lift of his lips he did.

The simple touch made a flame of arousal swirl in your lower stomach. You felt like you were about to start sweating.

“Anyways,” You clear your throat and snatch back up the recorder. It now had better quality after Harry listened to you about placement.

***

The frat house was ridiculously full of drunk college students. Everybody on the dance floor was sweaty and sticky with a variety of different substances.

Niall had invited you - so you were searching about for him. Pushing through the crowd and nobody was able to hear you say ‘excuse me.’

You finally found fresh air in the backyard where beer pong and cornhole were set up. Niall was tossing his ball across the table, trying to splash in Liam’s red solo cups.

Harry was sitting on a cushioned patio chair, watching the game commence. Maybe he was a beer pong referee after all.

He looked so fucking good tonight. He had a yellow snapback taming his curls - backwards of course. A black Rage Against the Machine shirt and his signature black skinny jeans. **

You made eye contact and were about to wave when a girl plopped down in the seat across from him.

Awkwardly you turn away, greeting the other boys and taking a seat in a lawn chair to watch them start their third round of the game.

Your eyes keep darting over to Harry who is staring blankly at the girl. She starts stroking his biceps and tracing across the tattoos like they belong to her.

Harry is attempting to let her know he’s not interested. His signs uselessly as she’s staring at his lips and not hands.

You’re moving before you know it, without another thought, you squeeze in between the two - separating them. You dramatically slide into his lap, funnily enough one strong arm wrapping happily around your middle.

The pretty blonde pouts out her lips, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Before you’re able to reply, Harry signs the obvious signal for ‘yes’ to the girl. Then rudely makes the shooing gesture. She’s up with a huff and stomping back towards the house.

Harry turns you sideways on his lap so that you two can see each other’s hands, “You saved me.”

“You’re just such a stud, have to protect you,” You joke - but not really.

He raising his eyebrows and smiles, “You were jealous.” It was a statement not a question.

You blush wildly, avoiding eye contact which you know he hates. He hates anytime you cut off ways of communication.

Harry taps your lips until you look up at him, “it’s really fucking sexy when you are.” A perk of sign language. He could dirty talk just about anywhere and mostly no one would ever know.

His thumb drags on your full bottom lip, signing clumsily with one hand so you had to use context clues to piece it together “Don’t think I forgot when you called me handsome a few months ago.”

“I don’t remember, doesn’t sound like me,” You boldly lie, snickering and nipping at the top of his thumb

His eyes become a shade darker when your teeth meet his skin. He presses his thumb further in until it’s in-between your teeth. The moment is broken when Niall screams, “Styles! You’re up next!”

You and Harry become separated after you spent nearly two hours watching all these drunk boys play beer pong. Harry was ridiculously good at the game and only had to drink two cups from the table.

You had wandered back into the house where the party had died down. There were only a handful of stragglers left but mostly just the fraternity brothers and their close friends.

With a fresh alcoholic seltzer in your hand - you didn’t trust open bottles at parties like this - you gaze at Harry through the back window.

Harry was being jumped by Liam and Niall. He was snarling playfully as Liam toppled them all over into the grass. Niall tries to stand up but Harry’s hand wraps around his ankle and makes him fall right back on his bum with a girlish squeal.

Niall leans over to give Harry a wet-willy but Liam manages to throw a plastic cup directly at Niall’s forehead. Harry and the other boys dissolve in childish giggles. Faces red from laughter and liquor. You feel a smile painted fondly on your lips from watching them.

“Hey, Y/N right?” A voice interrupts from behind.

You spin to face a guy you barely recognize from a previous class you shared. You smile nonetheless, “Hi...”

“Jake, Jake from Social Constructs and Society last semester.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” You smile and allow him to talk your ear off because you struggle to say ‘no.’ He was fine, nothing special, typical business major who thought he was hot shit because his daddy owned a golf course he wanted to take you to.

It was a normal conversation until his voice gets lower as if he’s trying to be more seductive, “Want to head to a room with me?” He nods towards the staircase.

You chuckle in disbelief at his bold and forward question. “No thank you, I’m good.” You really had eyes for one person right now and he was currently cussing out Niall in sign language in the backyard before tackling him once again to the ground.

“C’mon, I can really show you a good time,” He persuades persistently, stepping into your space - causing your nervousness to spike.

“I said - no thank you,”You bite out, starting to feel scared when he blocks your way out of the kitchen and presses himself against you and the counter.

“You’re really something gorgeous, you know?” He asks, ignoring my struggles to get away from him.

“Stop touching me!” You scream, hoping Niall or one of the boys would hear your wail. He puts a hand up to your mouth to muffle you but that only results in you biting him.

“Fucking bitch!” He cries out, pulling his hand back and winding up to either punch or slap you right in the face. You prepare for the impact.

Then in a blink off an eye, it becomes a blur, a muscular figure is crashing into Jake with full force and knocking him straight into the linoleum floor with a loud crash.

It’s Harry. Broad shoulders and thick but lean tattooed biceps. He’s standing over the harasser and drops on top of him. It shouldn’t look as graceful and tactful as it does.

You’d never seen anything like this from Harry before. Once you really got to know him - he was a gentle giant who liked romantic comedies, soft blankets, and vanilla cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles.

Harry’s fist is repeatedly connecting with the dark-haired boy’s jaw with full force. The only noise is from Jake as Harry is dead silent but his eyes zeroed in on the target.

When blood begins gushing from the man’s nose - Niall and Liam decide it times to physically pull Harry up. Harry had a slight red mark on his jaw when Jake had managed one punch before being defeated quickly.

Harry signs to Niall, “Tell him.”

Niall places his foot on the dude’s chest to keep him down, “My mate wants to let you know if you touch her again we’re not going to pull him off and he’ll gladly beat you to a fucking pulp.”

Jake groans, clutching his nose to stop the bleeding, “Fuckin’ asshole.”

You were still blown away as you watch Harry’s heaving chest as he glares down at the boy. His fist clenched and knuckle bloody and swollen. Harry’s attention turns towards you. His furious expression melts into worry. You can read his face so clearly. He’s afraid he’s scared you off.

It was hard to believe you had this drop dead gorgeous frat boy defending you past midnight on a Friday night. A boy who didn’t need to hear but just to see you needed help to step in.

All your desires and lusts after the man in front of you burst like a rubber-band and the urge to have him felt uncontrollable. “Take me upstairs,” you demand quickly, arousal creeping up your spine.

He doesn’t understand you’re extremely turned on. Instead he looks like a kicked dog who’s about to get in trouble again.

Nevertheless, he takes your hand and maneuvers out of the kitchen and up the stairs until his bedroom door is closed.

Harry lips are turned down unhappily as he begins, “I’m sorry, love. I...” he pauses a moment before continuing. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I hope you don’t think less of me.”

You look him dead in the eye and sign, “Kiss me.”

He blinks slowly at you like he just hallucinate the gestures.

So you repeat your motions, slow and with intent, “Kiss me, touch me, do something.” No more time is wasted as he is stepping in front of you and cupping your face in his hands.

Without any hesitation now, he pressing a bruising kiss to your lips - taking your bottom one between his and sucking.

Your hands are immediately tugging at the hem of his vintage shirt, pulling apart to bring it over his head. Dark ink decorates his torso, for some reason something you weren’t expecting. A butterfly on his abdomen, two fern branches, tattoos on his side.

Harry chuckles, “This is new to me.”

Your eyes go wide and you sign, “You’re a virgin?”

Harry snorts and rolls his eyes before telling you, “God no. I mean I’ve never been able to really communicate during sex.”

Then before You can speak, he cuts in a bit frantically, “I’ve always gotten consent - not like that. I mean-“ You cut him off with a kiss - knowing he would never do anything you didn’t want.

You wanted everything from him.

“If you’d believe it, I like a bit of dirty talk when I fuck - but no one understands what I’m saying,” He tries to crack a joke but for some reason seems insecure and nervous.

“Hey,” You take his chin so he shyly meets your eye, “I can’t wait to hear it - you’ve already made me so wet.” His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas.

“You’re such a good girl,” he signs before tugging off your shirt and instantly finding your lips again. His hands are skillful as they unclasp your bra without any struggle and tosses it.

You tugs a bit as his hair to show your enjoyment as his tongue finds your nipple - lapping before taking it between his teeth. As good as it feels, you want him to feel even better.

You push him back until he’s sitting in the edge of the bed, legs spread and hands behind him on either side holding him up. Jaw clenched with arousal and restraint.

He’s pressed against the zipper of his jeans. And all you wanted to do was see him in all of his glory. You’re quick to undo the button and determined to get the finicky zipper down as well.

His fingers come beneath your chin until you’re looking at his sparkling eyes, a look of lust made his lids a little droopier and his mouth slack from heavy-breathing.

“Are you sure you want to? You don’t have to - I want to eat your pussy either way, pet,” He signs, leaning in for a slow, wet kiss.

You sign back with a pout, “Shut the fuck up.” He huffs out a laugh, letting go of your chin and wrapping a hand in your hair to keep it out of your face.

As soon as he’s helping you wriggle his briefs and jeans down his narrow hips, you’re met with the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen.

When you make eye contact with Harry, he raises a eyebrow and grins cockily, “Is it nice enough for your liking, love?”

You nod breathlessly - wasting no more time before ducking down to take him to your mouth, a slight burning in your throat from how big he is.

His hands keep ahold of your hair, thumbs pressed against your temples as you bob down his length with sloppy, warm licks.

Harry’s moaning as you pop off to kiss and suck at the underside of him, hands coming to cup and roll his balls. It is a few moments later when he taps your cheek to get your attention, one hand leaving his hair to sign that he’s close.

Your mouth speeds up, wanting to give him all the pleasure you could. Your hand coming to stroke at what couldn’t fit in your mouth, pumping quickly.

Before you know it, Harry’s rutting his hips upwards and coming with a long, deep moan from the rumbles of his chest. He’s pulling you up into his lap, pressing appreciative kisses to your cheeks and jawline.

Big hands palming at your breasts before slipping down into your leggings, brushing softly over your mound.

You whine and hitch forward to grind against his palm as soon as he cups you. He smiles widely at your desperation, pressing the heel of his palm harder against you to create more pressure.

You were already so wet and turned on that it wasn’t going to take much. The ball of your climax was burning low in your tummy. However, you wanted him to taste you like he said he would.

You sign, “I’m close. Please, I want your mouth on me.”

With that, he’s flipping you until you’re laid out on the bed. His hands tugging off your leggings and underwear with no further ado. “Holy shit,” He gestures, gazing all over your body and not stopping on one spot for too long.

“What?” You ask, fishing for the compliments you know he’s about to shower you in.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he signs, dimples popping in his cheeks and a curious finger traces your entrance before dipping in.

You lightly kick at his stomach, “Get on me.” He pouts, crooking his finger against your spot before pulling it out. Fucking tease.

Then his face is disappearing between your spread thighs and a strong lick is delivered from your clit all the way down to your bum.

Since he can’t hear you, you grabs handfuls off his hair. Tugging at the roots, scratching your nails into his scalp to let him know how good he is. So fucking good.

When you accidentally buck your hips hard against his mouth, you curse and run a apologetic hand through the locks. He doesn’t look up at you but lift a hand and signs, “Again.”

You absolutely whine, begging to ride him with determination - climax on the brink. He hums causing vibrations on the sensitive nerves. With that, your hips are meeting his tongue and you’re coming. His face dampening with your release - happy as a clam when he pops back up.

You can’t remember the sign for condom, so you sign, “Protection?” Harry understands right away, rustling through the drawer until he finds a stray packets, “It’s been awhile.”

“Same,” You gestures - watching as he slides it down his length and crawls overtop of you. He was pink and swollen - having to be a bit sensitive from just coming a little while ago.

“Ready, love?” He asks, pressing soft kisses to your jawline. You nod, reaching down to guide him in.

And you weren’t lying, it had been a while and he was big. The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, just a lot. But his wet, open-mouth kisses made you stay grounded.

Harry’s moans were absolutely obscene as he slide all the way in before stopping to give you a moment. His arms strong, holding himself over you. The cold metal of his necklaces brushing against your tight nipples.

When you have him the okay, he begin giving you deep, hard strokes on each thrust. His noises so loud they had to be able to hear them downstairs. They were deep and low - rumbling in his chest with pleasure.

Then his hand is coming to your throat. For a wild moment you thought he was going to choke you but instead he rest it lightly, palm flat.

It takes you a moment - then it hits you.

Holy fuck. He is feeling the vibrations of your moans - erupting from your vocal cords. Feeling out the movement from your throat so he can feel how much you’re enjoying it.

You should be embarrassed but you can’t find it in you when you come again right on the spot. His fingertips nudging into the skin to feel the intensity as it wracks through you.

When you’re done riding out your orgasm, he reaches for the headboard behind you with his other hand, gripping it tightly as he begins to pound in with all his strength.

The bedframe is hitting the wall so loud that the whole house must be able to hear it. Hitting with every directed thrust until his mouth is dropping down into a long, timbred moan and he’s coming.

---

Later, when the two are you have settled for the night in the warmth of his bed. Harry seems a little nervous, once again. It takes him a moment to meet your eyes and brushes a strand of hair off your forehead.

“What is it?” You ask, tucked into his side. His body so solid and comforting.

“It’s corny,” Harry frowns, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes flash across your face.

“Tell me,” You insist, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss his fingertips.

“I feel like you were made for me. Like...we were meant to be together,” Harry signs, hesitant to share his thoughts. But it doesn’t scare you away. You can’t help but agree.

“I think so too,” You reply before pressing another kiss to his puffy pink lips.

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in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shinsō, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !” noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

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Ayo ayo!! It’s been a second hasn’t it? I’m so sorry it’s been a second since I’ve last posted and I do apologize about that ;; I’ve been in a massive writer’s block but also a drawing mood lololol I finally had the feeling to write after drawing a jealous / possessive dragon Zhongli, thus spurring on with where I am now. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did with writing it!

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“What does today’s commission entail for us?”

Soothing and melodic, the former geo archon’s voice swam into her ears as she briefly glanced back at her companion. It was one of those rare moments gifted to her that she was able to complete some commissions for the adventurer’s guild. After all, being a traveling librarian who focused more on knowledge than combat was much more of her strong suit.

“It should be something simple. Nothing too hard from what I could gather.”

A gentle smile was given to the tall male as honey amber hues gazed gently upon her form. Respectable and always the gentlemen, Zhongli stood tall and proud beside the adventuring librarian as the pair leisurely explored the plains of Liyue for the commission spot. When he had first met her, the funeral associate couldn’t help but become enamored by her curious filled eyes. The way she always happened to sought him out for knowledge and genuine respectable curiosity for the information he was able to procure for her.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind, adeptis or not, that the former archon had become extremely fond of the librarian. Some may even compare it to that of a dragon guarding their beloved treasure.

“Then I believe if we are to finish this in a timely manner, we could finish our discussion about the historical sights you happened to last visit.”

Upon seeing her (e/c) shimmer with absolute delight brought a sense of peace into Zhongli’s heart as he couldn’t help but fondly pat her head as she flushed at the endearing action.

Yet the feeling subsided as they neared the commission sight. Immediately her heart plummeted as she felt the color drain from her face at the familiar sight of an unwanted individual. One that she, disappointedly had the honor of meeting whilst adventuring with Xingqui.

Having sensed her distress, the male stepped forth almost protectively before her as sweet amber hues turned molten with unbridled rage as he kept his stony gaze on the figure before the pair.

“There seems to be….a tale of strife here. Do tell me what has happened little one…”

“I…It-’s nothing, c’mon. I think Kathryn won’t be mad if we skip this commission.”

“Did they touch you, Little One?”

“Zhongli….”

“Did those disgusting sewer rats touch you?”

She flinched, the sheer anger that enraptured his words had her gulping as she lightly tugged on his sleeve, her voice soft and desperate to not further escalate the situation as she pleaded with the former archon.

“Please…let’s just go…”

“….Very well.”

Sensing the urgency in her voice, the former god conceded as he turned to face her. The anger in his eyes forcibly subsiding as he hurriedly guided her away before the treasure hoarders could notice. Yet unknown to the librarian, Zhongli had made sure to etch the man’s face into his memory. After all, there was information that had to be gathered.

Upon the return to the colorful and bustling Oceanside city, (y/n) couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief. Besides the one commission, everything else had ended rather well. With Zhongli’s strong shield and her own combat style, the commissions ended fairly quickly.

“Thank you again for your help Mr. Zhongli.”

“Nonsense. I take great pleasure in accompanying you wherever you need it, Little One.”

The pet name brought a sense of fondness to her heart as she hurriedly turned her gaze away from the liquid honey being poured into her very being as she coughed lightly to distract the male from her reddening cheeks.

“I really appreciate it…well, I’ll be off then.”

“Hm, returning to Mondstat?”

“That’s correct. It’s been a nice couple of weeks out here in Liyue and I’ve definitely learned a lot from everyone here, but I do need to return to my duties as Lisa’s assistant.”

“I see, well I wish you safe travels back. I do hope that you’ll return soon though. Or else I’ll have to visit the land of the free myself. I do have some acquaintances there after all.”

A light laugh escaped her as she playfully nudged the other. A roll of her (e/c) hues showing nothing but an annoyed fondness as she lightly shook her head.

“Goodness, if I wasn’t so busy I’d think that you’re trying everything in your power to stay by my side Mr. Zhongli.”

“And if I was?”

She waited. A building heat in her veins as she awaited for the handsome man to reply with a joke. Instead of that, she was met with an all serious expression— save for the sweet affection dripping from his amber hues as he brought a hand up to lightly ruffle her hair. Immediately stammering out a flurry of words and rushed goodbyes, the librarian hurriedly bowed before scampering off towards one of the teleportation stations. All the whilst ignoring the fond look and deep chuckle that reverberated from Zhongli’s chest as he watched her scurry off.

Once out of sight, the former archon’s expression went from fond to unbridled anger. The atmosphere around Liyue hurriedly reflecting that of the former archon as darkness enveloped the usually bright lands as Zhongli made his way towards the adventurer’s guide. There, Katheryne easily supplied the terrifying male with the information he desired. Already knowing fully well what was to become of the treasure hoarders that dared to touch his treasure.

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It had been a week since her return to Mondstat, and if (y/n) was being honest with herself the amount of work thrown upon her had her quickly forgetting the distasteful incident she had faced weeks prior to her return. The disgusting feeling of hands and detestable warm puffs of air against her skin. The mere thought of it alone sent shivers down her spine as she shook off the feeling of disgust as she went about her duties.

“Now…if I’m correct the next thing on the list is to just give reminders to those who borrowed Ms. Lisa’s books…—ow!”

Yet before she could even begin her search for the current occupants of the various tomes of knowledge a familiar figure loomed before her, causing the librarian to bump straight into a firm chest. Before she could even begin her apologies the stench of blood overwhelmed her as she stumbled backwards to meet familiar golden orbs.

“Ah, I do apologize little one, I hadn’t meant to surprise you…”

“…Zhongli?”

Finally getting a good look at the former archon she couldn’t help but gasp as she surged forward. His usually crisp and clean outfit was marred in blood and tears, yet in her fervent search for nonexistent wounds, she failed to notice the look of adoration that graced his features. Hesitantly, he peeled off his gloves before a large warm hand found it’s way into her hair as he gently petted her unruly locks to hopefully soothe her anxiety riddled form.

“Fret not little one, I merely disposed of some trash on my way to visit you.”

“…t…rash?”

Confused (e/c) orbs met his own as his hand dropped from the top of her head to lovingly cup her cheek.

“Yes. The trash that dared to create discomfort for you when you and Xingqui had stumbled across in your journey.”

The statement itself brought a sense of dread into her heart as she gulped, knowing fully well how insanely powerful the male was, god or not.

“D…Did you kill him?”

“No. Though I wish I did, remember our contract little one? I will not break it. Though I do admit, an acquaintance of mine is….educating him as we speak. I merely just gave it a stern talking to.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, (y/n) couldn’t help but slump against the blood muddled archon as she lightly swatted at his chest. The horrors of what could’ve become of the treasure hoarder now long gone— though of course that didn’t keep her from hoping that Zhongli’s ‘acquaintance’ would be merciful.

“….Thank you, but you didn’t have to Zhongli—-”

“I wanted to. No one should ever make you feel uncomfortable, Little one. As long as I am by your side, this will no longer happen. I promise.”

With a small smile, Zhongli shifted his hand down to hold her own as he lightly kissed the back of it.

“Now, will you please show me your favorite places here in the city of freedom?

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