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lycheedr3ams · 3 months

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a broken man

konig x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings: low self-worth, mentions of war crimes, angst, mentions of smut, comfort, canon-typical violence mentioned

konig would never admit it, but the hardest part of your relationship for him was when you two made love.

you were the opposite of everything he had ever known. you weren't steel or kevlar or bullets or bombs or knives or war paint, you weren't screams in his ear telling him to just kill, nor were you the dead weight in his hands as his dead comrades' bodies were. you weren't the ringing in his ears after alarms went off, you weren't the blood that splattered his clothes, you weren't the empty darkness of his room as he lie awake each night, dreading what he'd see when he'd close his eyes. you weren't the scars on his chest or the bullet wounds in his back. you weren't the words that tore him down and made him look behind his shoulder whenever others were whispering.

instead, you were light. you were the warmth that welcomed him each day, the softness that invited him into yourself. you were the blanket wrapped around him, the warm hugs, the tender kisses. you were the one to bandage his wounds, the one to kiss them away. you were the soft hands that caressed his back, the gentle voice that wished him good morning, the soft hand that wrapped around his own calloused one. you were the one who smiled at him, laughed with him, loved him. you were the sweet words in his ear, playful love bites, a warm meal in somewhere he finally called home. your eyes were the ones that reflected love and comfort, not disdain or fear like everyone else he had known. you were the thing that kept his heart beating. no, even more than that, you were the one who gave his heart life again, long after he ever thought he could feel it beat again.

and that is all the reason why making love was so hard for him. after all the pain, loss, bloodshed, suffering, and nightmares he'd caused, the absolute last thing he thought he deserved was your warm, soft body letting him consume every part of you. your sweet moans in his ear contrasted so much the bloodcurdling screams he heard far more often, the weight he felt in his hands was your breasts and not bodies he dragged back to camp. your wetness guided and invited him in, so different from the wetness he felt in his eyes far too often when he was alone.

he knew he didn't deserve you. how could a broken man like him, one who escaped war criminal conviction for things he didn't want to do, deserve the only angel on earth? the same hands that gripped knives and guns and bombs also caressed the skin of a seraph, his bloodstained hands tainting the most pure, divine thing in existence. some days, konig swore he could see marks from his bloodstained hands on you. the same mouth that screamed and yelled and barked orders was the one that cooed into your ear how beautiful you were, how good you were for him, how he loved you. the same back that had been covered in body armor was the one naked to you, the same skin that he welcomed to be clawed by the least ferocious thing on earth.

konig never imagined how such a broken man like him could ever end up with you, the opposite of everything he had ever known. a broken man did not deserve a woman like you. but there you were underneath of him, moaning and pulling him in and begging for more. a broken man didn't deserve you, but you loved him anyway.

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jaksfanficsaver · 3 months

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“My Star, what do you think about-” Celeana's voice died in her throat as she ducked into the pale elf’s tent, the flap fluttering closed behind her. “Oh.” She squeaked quietly, a deep flush turning her cheeks a beautiful purple color while she tucked the parchment in her hands back into her bag.

Astarion stood there, nude, appearing to have just come from washing up if the towel in his hand was an indicator. She quickly looked away, hiding her face but knowing damn well he already saw her expression in the mirror he was by. While this was by no means the first time she's seen him naked, it was the first time since they both shared that they had strained relationships with intimacy and their bodies.

“What did you need, my Moon?” He chuckled softly at her shyness. “...you can look, you know.” he murmured quietly, watching her in the mirror with amusement. The tiefling fidgeted with her hands, her tail low to the ground and unsure as she slowly looked back at him. Celeana's posture relaxed as she caught his eye for a moment before he turned back and continued drying himself off.

Her eyes roamed his body, lingering on the spiraling Infernal on his back. Astarion tensed as she stepped up behind him, looking into the mirror to hopefully catch his eyes. “...May I touch you?” Her question was murmured gently between them, with no pressure on her words. He pondered his response before nodding his assent.

Celeana reached forward slowly, her fingers gently tracing over the scars in his skin. Astarion gasped softly at her touch, gripping his towel. Celeana froze, glancing in the mirror once more. “Stari-” she stumbled on her words, wanting to apologize.

“I didn't say stop.” he mumbled to her, relaxing slightly when her warm hand returned to his back. The rough calluses on the pads of her fingers from hours plucking on her lyre and the heat of her skin were a stark contrast to the soft skin on the Elf’s back. She started to smile at the little things she noticed- faint freckles on his shoulders, small scars from their adventures so far-

“What is it? What's got you smiling?” He bristled, his body tensing.

“At this…” she gently traced her nail around a small collection of moles that resembled a smile. “a small group of moles.” She grinned “back here on your shoulder blade… it looks like a smile!” She giggled softly.

“oh come off it. Don't tease, Darling.” He huffed.

“But it really does!” Celeana defended with a pout. “... Here, if you want… you can look at my ridges… if you want.” She suggested as a peace offering, shuffling her feet and avoiding his gaze.

Astarion thought of her offer, watching her body language. “You don't need to undress if you're uncomfortable, my love.” he supplied gently, not wanting to discomfort her. Celeana smiled softly, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

“I'm okay, I want to.” Her tone just as delicate as his, feeling safe in their bubble of time.

That's how they ended up here with Celeana sitting between Astarion’s legs, facing the mirror while his careful fingers explored the different ridges over her body. Celi hummed softly while she played with the furs they sat upon, her tail slung gently over his thigh and winding down his leg.

“What's this one from, Sunshine?” He inquired while he gently traced a roughly healed scar on her side. She laughed, shying from the ticklish touch.

“I antagonized an owlbear cub too much, and He let me know.” She chuckled softly.

“And this one?” His hand glided feather light up her front to gently hold the scar over her throat. “What happened here?” he murmured beside her ear, his breath ghosting the shell.

“Believe it or not, you're not the first to have held a dagger to my throat.” She mumbled, leaning her head back to his shoulder, mindful of her horns. “I was more clumsy back then… got cut when I tried to roll away.” his hold turned airily light as he gently stroked the scar with his thumb. His arms shifted to her soft stomach, pulling her closer, kissing along her throat softly. “It's not your doing, my love.” Celeana murmured gently, as if reading his mind, and leaning into his chest, the feeling of his skin soothing her.

Astarion hummed softly at her warmth, nuzzling her cheek and kissing the freckles and scar there. “And this one?” he asked. she grinned, her own sharp teeth glinting.

“A group of goblins thought they could try to catch me as a prize for market.” She lazily opened her eyes “you should have seen how I left them.” mischief twinkled in her glowing eyes. Astarion rolled his eyes, laying back and pulling her with him, a smile growing as she giggled. A purr began to rumble through Celeana's chest as she relaxed in his hold, sighing as he played with her hair. “We should get dressed… they might need us..” she mumbled, enjoying his ministrations.

“I dare them to enter without asking.” He chuckled “they'll get a beautiful sight of you.” Celeana rolled her eyes but relaxed back against him.

“If you say so, Stari.”

Needless to say, Gale doesn't just barge into Astarion's tent anymore.

#astarion x tav #astarion x celeana #Celeana gueshoon #astarion x tiefling #tiefling tav #acespec Astarion #acespec tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bard tav #astarion x bard tav

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chloedrewitt · 15 days

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Book Review: "The Scarlet Veil" by Shelby Mahurin

Spoiler-free

Genre: young adult, fantasy • Triggers: trauma, death, graphic descriptions of corpses, kidnapping, blood, misogyny, murder • Year of Publication: 2023

Plot: ★★★★

Characters: ★★★★

Writing Style: ★★

Re-Readability: ★★★

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General Thoughts

During the first half of this book I thought I would end up disliking it, and was very disappointed because I have been looking for an aristocratic vampire romance for ages. Not reverse-harm, not vampire warrior, no, the actual aristocratic-long-hair-wine-glass-in-hand-elegant vampire one might associate with figures like Carmilla and Dracula. This is also the main reason I did not DNF this, and I'm really glad I gave it a chance, because it ended up getting better the further I got and had me at the edge of my seat toward the ending.

I do wanna say that I have not read Serpent & Dove and although this is a spin-off with the same characters (just a different one taking on the role as MC), I understood everything I needed to. So, in my opinion, reading the Serpent & Dove trilogy is not necessary in order to read this. Sure, you might not have as much of a connection with the characters when you begin to read, but everything that's relevant to the story is explained quite nicely in my opinion. Now, moving on to the actual review.

Plot

The plot is a murder mystery. Bodies of supernatural beings turn up with two puncture wounds in their throats. Without getting into spoiler territory, I can say that the plot is very interesting and has some nice twists in there, too. You will definitely be entertained by it if you enjoy this sort of thing.

Celie being kidnapped and brought to the vampire castle is a scenario I also enjoyed reading. There was a bit of an enemies-to-lovers dynamic going on at times, since Celie, our MC, justifiably disliked Michal, the vampire king, in the beginning. Yes, I know that being kidnapped and then falling for your kidnapper is somewhat problematic but really, this is fiction and YA (not a dark romance). Celie was not actually treated like a real prisoner, and that only progressed further as the story went on; she was dressed in beautiful gowns, walked around the castle grounds and island, and even went on an undercover mission with Michal at a brothel *ahem*.

Also, if authors tried making every fictional scenario inherently healthy and unproblematic I'd die of boredom. I want that in real life, not my books x). But I digress.

Characters

I really disliked Celie in the beginning. Her actions and internal monologue felt juvenile, to the point where I seriously struggled to believe she was 19 and not, say, 15. I understand that she was supposed to be this soft, feminine and lady-like character and this is actually a character type I'd like to see more of, as feminity is often demonized and seen as weak by readers. However, it wasn't Celie's "lady-like" personality I had an issue with, but how she felt infantilized sometimes. The other characters kept her entirely separate from any plans they made, even if she was directly involved in one of the murders since she found the body. This is a good idea, but the execution made it feel like "go away, the adults are talking" instead of "she is too traumatized to take part in this", which is what I believe Mahurin was going for. It is also easier to believe the former due to Célie's often childish behavior and reactions. You can be soft and feminine but still behave a bit more maturely, which is what I would have hoped for her. Still, her character development was fairly satisfying. She still has a long way to go, I think, and I am looking forward to hopefully seeing that develop in book two.

Michal is a character I hope to see Mahurin elaborate on more. We don't know that much about him yet, so it is really hard to judge. He states at some point, and this is no way a spoiler (honestly, it felt kind of random for him to say it), that he is afraid of love. Why? What happened for him to develop that fear? So far I can say that I love how he has a very ruthless and violent side, but can also be extremely caring and sweet at the same time.

I also loved the side characters, at least the vampire ones, Odessa and Dimitri. Especially Odessa. I cannot say much for the Serpent & Dove characters because they mostly appear in the first section of the book, which is exactly the section I disliked.

In general, I enjoyed the characters. I'm giving four out of five stars, though, because as I said before, I think Célie's character could have handled a bit more maturely in the beginning, especially since she was supposed to be 19.

Writing Style

As always, this is entirely subjective but I include this part in my reviews since writing styles have made or broken books for me, and I would like to offer those interested in the books insights into the style before buying it, so you can decide for yourself if this is something you'd enjoy reading.

Oh boy. I didn't really like it, I fear. Firstly, the narrator is a first-person present tense which is already not my favorite combination, but it is easy to overlook really. The main issues I had were t-t-the c-c-onstant s-stuttering l-like this. It was wholly unnecessary in my opinion and widely overused. I also think we have been past this in publishing and established that there are better ways to write stuttering t-than t-t-this. There are stuttering writing guides online. I actually loved the fact Celie stuttered, since it showed her character development very well, I just wish the stuttering had been written differently.

Secondly, the constant italicization of words for emphasis got on my nerves, too. Using it sometimes is totally valid, but I swear there was not one page without at least four or five italicized words for emphasis, and that's not even counting the constant repetition of sentences that had already been said at some point before, just so the reader doesn't forget anything. Those were also in italics, of course.

Overall, this improved toward the end of the book, though. Celie's stuttering ceased and so did the italicization for emphasis (mostly). Still, this is something that annoyed me a tremendous amount and one of the reasons why it was so hard for me to get through the first part of the book, hence the two stars.

Re-Readability

I think this book can definitely be re-read. Especially if you enjoyed the romance scenes between Michal and Celie, like I did. However, keep in mind this book has about 620 pages so it is not short by any means. Also, I would probably skip the first part of the book if I ever re-read it and jump straight into Celie arriving in Requiem.

Conclusion

In essence, I enjoyed this book. It was exactly what I was looking for in terms of vampire romance, but it also pulled me right into the story and I am very excited to see what will happen in book two, especially after that ending. I don't think I will pick up Serpent & Dove, however, since the story of that trilogy doesn't peak my interest as much.

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astraseason · 4 years

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@arondights sent... he wraps one arm around her waist, leaning down to kiss the top of her head---the kiss evolves into a nuzzle, a gesture that seems almost off given his usually nonchalant behavior. the grip he has on her is comfortable at best, loose at worst; zelgius knows she's not frail, but his first impulse is always to touch as if asking for permission. (he does not deserve this. he does not deserve her.) "this. you. thank you," is all he breathes into her scalp, almost a sigh instead of proper speech.

"oh!”

your cheeks flush a pretty pink as a strong arm pulls you in and lips brush ever so gently against your head-- the action is warm and tender, to be sure, but it is also a silent query: is this alright? is he being too forward? you respond by throwing your own arms around him, shifting and squirming so that you might face and hug your beloved knight. of course it’s alright. it’s always alright. if you had your way you’d spend eternity like this, warm and safe in zelgius’s arms.

( you still wonder what you did to deserve him. with all the blood on your hands you’re not convinced you do, even now. )

it does not stop there, to your surprise. with ‘permission’ granted, zelgius nuzzles against your head, a simple act that almost overwhelms you from its utter sweetness-- and how out of character it is for the reserved, albeit devoted knight. it’s a pleasant surprise to see him so affectionate... did something good happen, you wonder? ( you can feel your heart melting as you hope nothing but good things happen to him, and you once again wonder whether you’re being spoiled. ) a joyful giggle escapes your lips as you snuggle into him in turn, pushing your own melancholy aside to focus on dearest, dearest zelgius.

“no, thank you,” you murmur, pulling back long enough to at least partially form draconic legs; just enough to close that gap in your heights. once satisfied, you loosely loop your arms ‘round zelgius’s shoulders and brush your lips against his forehead. his height is a comfort, of course; whenever he is near you feel as though nothing could possibly ever do you harm. no monster, no enemy soldier... not even xander or the others. but right now... you want to be close. you want to reach him. “for everything. i love you...”

you rest your forehead against his with a content sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “i love you so very dearly, zelgius. for a man who claims to be wreathed in shadows, you very quickly proved yourself to be the light i so desperately needed. without that ray of hope you cast, i would have still been stumbling in the dark...”

#arondights #✽ ― 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐱. ﹙asks.﹚#✽ ― 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. ﹙araceli | ic.﹚#✽ ― 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ﹙verse | fates﹚#maybe. idk if they're still actually there #point is I'M SOFT............#SOFT AND CRYING IN THE CLUB..........#you thought zel was sappy?#celi's a hopeless romantic at heart she WILL get cheesy at any given moment

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dejwrites · 2 years

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missing chubby y/n & plug!draken :((((

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ his fav customer ⠀ 〳 ⠀ k.ryuguji ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) just moments surrounding draken & his favorite customer.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ft ken 'draken' ryuguji, afab reader, her/she pronouns, fem petnames, chubby reader, plug!draken, suggestive themes, mentions of drugs, drug usage (weed), established relationship, tbh this is just word vomit because i have had the worst case of writers block, super short lovey dovey drabble, lowercase intended, continued from 1 & 2, minors dni!

the neon lights looked so elegantly against your soft skin or maybe you just were high at the moment to the point where you were highly concentrated on your legs. your eyes stared up at the ceiling as you were laid out on draken's king-size bed. the black supreme hoodie (obviously belonged to draken) that was on your thick figure would rise with each movement you attempted to make. your eyelids half-open, your eyes shot red, and you were personally counting each time your heart pulsed against your chest.

"you good?" draken asked as he took place in between your thighs. despite him taking place in the warmth in between your thighs as he watched those annoying (unnecessarily loud) sports recap videos.

"mhm." was the only thing you could hum out before going back to attempting to count your heartbeats. this time you begin to comb through draken's black hair.

"you sure? i told you the new strain i received was strong and what did you say?" draken asked.

"that i'm a big girl and i can handle it," you repeated your own words back to the drug dealer that currently was in between your thighs with his head resting right above your pelvis.

"yes, you said that! i do not want to be taking your ass to the hospital." draken reminded as he locked his phone and toss the red iphone to the side.

"i'm good ken," you sighed happily.

you could feel draken lift up from laying on you. despite the room being warm, you still felt a shiver shock down your spine when you no longer could feel the warmth from draken's skin. you could feel him climb off the bed just to tower over your frame. as your eyes stared up at him in the red neon lights, you just were so starstruck. your breath hitched in your throat at how attractive draken looked at this moment. his black hair fell in his face so he found himself constantly combing through it. or the fact that when he was lost in some random thought, he'll toy with the one earring that pierced his left ear. perhaps it was the way the gold necklace with your first and last name initials would clash against his broad chest with each quick movement he'll make around his room.

at this point, you didn't know. you just knew that you had to breathe. another happy sigh escaped past your lip gloss-covered lips as you could feel draken kissing at your ankles. tugging you closer to the edge of the bed so he could kiss up on you some more. playfully dropping your ankle down before climbing on top of you decorating your cheeks with kisses.

"kennn'," you whined, but you still let the boy's lips place kisses on your neck.

he's lifting himself off you slightly, his forearm right next to your head as he stared at you. you could feel the pendant off his necklace brush against your skin as you looked up at him. mouths inches apart from sharing a heated kiss after smoking.

"(y/n), do you want to experience cummin' on my dick while you're high?"

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seoafin · 3 years

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im sorry but the last daughter is so cute 😭 i love gojo slander and his kids deserve to hate him, but i do be just a LITTLE soft when i think about how gojo is around the only kid who really loves him and her being a total daddy’s girl

also im not sure if youve answered this already, but do the kids get along? i know they all collectively hate their dad but how do they feel about each other?

I was going to have all his kids hate him but celi was like "at least give him ONE KID THAT DOESN’T HATE HIM." and I was like "hm. okay." and thus the youngest was conceptualized 😭

gojo is honestly the sweetest with her. like I said before, riko got the horrible horrible brunt of gojo’s learning curve, but the youngest? she gets everything. rip!mc is honestly worried she’ll be spoiled rotten to the point of no return bc gojo literally goes above and beyond in indulging her, and she loves gojo so much, with her entire heart, and she makes sure he knows it!!! gojo keeps every single ugly drawing she’s ever made for him. which is a lot. and has like 6 folders on his phone with pictures and recordings he's taken of her. she's also the only one that lets him take pictures.

the youngest is always so happy to get alone time with gojo (none of his other kids give him the time of the day LMAO) and loves spending time with him.

gojo took her to school one day (it was her first week of kindergarten) and she gave him a kiss and a hug and everything but then wouldn’t let go of him. she tearfully told him she didn’t want to go school so gojo was like alright. and took her to disney instead (rip!mc was not. pleased.)

she tells everyone she has “the best dad ever” and the two of them are generally attached to the hip. when she was a baby gojo didn’t want to let go of her. she was also the only kid that would let him hold her for more than five minutes

the kids get along great!!! it’s a very tight knit family. they get into their fair share of arguments and disagreements like any normal family. unfortunately, more times than not, there is destruction involved (riko is the main perpetrator)

there’s good-natured ribbing between riko and the first son. she teases him over being gojo’s exact copy and once riko was there when a woman stormed over to him and told him he looked exactly like that “good for nothing man that broke her heart!!” recording the entire thing. riko and the eldest son are great older siblings. riko looks after each and every one, and is prepared to fight anyone who says anything. but if the other kids are going to someone for advice it’s going to be the eldest son....he’s just more capable 😭 gojo’s looks are enough. thank god he didn’t inherit the personality

everyone in the family has a soft spot for the youngest aka the baby of the family. and they are never more united as siblings until they’re making fun of gojo LOL

for mother’s day they all came together and gave rip!mc a card saying she “could do so much better” and voiced their agreement that they would support her if she decided to seperate from gojo while he was. standing. right there. holding a bouquet of flowers. his kids are his worst enemy

but then they had to stop because the youngest erupted into tears and loud sobbing because she was so distressed by the thought of having to choose between her parents. both of whom she loves dearly. the eldest son had to scoop her up into his arms and reassure her with a “it’s just a joke” while giving a sweating gojo a long hard look 😁

#more family shenanigans #ultimately a very happy family when all of them aren't ribbing on gojo LOL #there's too many kids 😭 I can't keep track of all of them but they love each other 😁#furthermore since the youngest looks just like rip!mc gojo is...so soft for her #family au #.jjk ask #anon

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thetwstwildcard · 3 years

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Sick Days and Sleepy Tears

Word count: 745

Content warning: Bad language

Characters: Catrina Maravilla, Dante Maravilla, Arturo Maravilla and Araceli(Celi) Maravilla

“She’s sick, why are you just leaving her alone?!”

“Catrina can take care of herself. You can’t continue to baby her, Dante.”

“Someone has to! All you do is leave her alone!”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Catrina is dramatic, she’ll stop faking it eventually. She’s only doing this for attention- Where do you think you’re going?!”

“To take care of MY sister!”

Heavy footsteps came towards the room where Catrina rested. As Dante approached the door, he could hear pained coughs. Silently he cursed his father before sighing, taking a deep breath he replaced his glare with a smile then opened the door “Cat, I wanted to see how you were doing? Mateo said you were sick.” A weak glare came from his sister, accompanied with a pitiful voice “Just what do you think?” She tried to keep her usual venom, but none was there in her current state.

Dante chuckled with a smile “You look like death.” ”I feel like death, cabrón.” Catrina hissed as her brother came closer “I’d recommend not calling the person taking care of you bad names, hermanita.” He teased, putting the back on his hand against her forehead “I’d recommend you not ask bullshit questions.” His sister snapped back “Touché.” He frowned softly “Did they give you any medicine to help with your fever?” “Tch, why would they…” the girl tried to act tough, but tears pricked at her eyes.

Dante frowned more “That bastard-“ he whispered, not wanting Catrina to hear him. “I don’t think we have any medicine here, but I’ll tell Mateo to get some.” “Is it fine? Aren’t you guys in school?” Dante smiled at his sister’s innocent question “ I told Professor Trein was happened, we both have the day off. He’s worried about you too, you’re never sick.” “Mozus should learn to not worry about me, that viejito...” She grumbled, refusing to acknowledge the other’s kindness.

“You should get some rest, and if you can’t sleep, I’ll cast a spell on you” Dante teased with a smirk “Monster!” she hissed “Ha, you love me. I’m your favorite older brother.” He boasted, dramatically puffing out his chest “No way!” Catrina weakly shouted “Well, if it makes you feel better you’re my favorite little sister.” “I’m your only little sister!” she pouted which made Dante laugh who in turn made Catrina giggled a bit.

“Seriously, you should get some sleep” Dante stood up, stepping away from the bed. Quickly Catrina grabbed his sleeve, stopping him “Cat...?” ”Please… don’t leave me alone, big brother…” Dante’s eyes widened. Catrina never called him that, let alone show weakness. With a smile Dante sat on the edge of her bed, taking her hand in his “Of course, just what kind of big brother would I be to leave my little sister alone.”

“I won’t leave you Cat, promise.”

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“Mamá…” A soft voice called out, touching Catrina’s shoulder to try and wake her up. Slowly the woman did, “Hmm...” as her eyes fluttered open she could feel a wetness on her face ‘I was… crying…?’ she thought to herself as she turned to look at who woke her up. The room was still dark, but in that darkness a small figure stood out, holding a doll. “Araceli?” Catrina asked softly as Celi peered at her face “Mamá, are you okay? You were crying…” Araceli was tearing up herself, small frame shaking.

Catrina quickly dried her own tears before reaching out to her daughter who immediately jumped into her arms “I’m okay, I’m sorry I worried you, mijita...” Catrina cooed, running her hands through Celi’s hair to calm her. “Why were you crying?” Celi asked, voice slightly muffled. Catrina’s eyes widened as she remembered her dream “I was… dreaming about my big brother...” She smiled sadly as Celi sat next to her on the bed.

“I miss him very much.” Catrina’s voice cracked a bit as her bottom lip trembled. The woman tried to stay strong for her daughter, not wanting to cry again. Celi huffed a bit “Mamá.” She tried to scold Catrina “No more crying. “ Celi nodded, trying to further her point. The sudden change in attitude surprised Catrina as she giggled a bit “Okay, no more crying.” She smiled and kissed her daughter’s forehead. Celi nodded again, pleased before taking Catrina’s hand in both of her much smaller ones. A familiar smile appeared on Celi’s face “ I won’t leave you mamá, promise.”

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #oc fic #oc angst #Maravilla lore #Dante Maravilla #catrina maravilla #araceli maravilla #Celi Maravilla #Arturo Maravilla #oc writing

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Three Days ~ 84

~*~Sebastian~*~

I have loved every moment we've been in Paris. Everything we've done, everything we've seen. All of it. But nothing more than the last five minutes. This was perfect. This was us. This was how it’s supposed to work. I knew what was going on with Emma and I went around her defenses the way she does my anxiety. I told her a story (true) about me to make sure she knew it was alright to be her and I understood. At first, she looked annoyed but I saw the change. My change in tone and what I said had triggered something.

Emma licked her lips slowly, like I do when considering, then started to smile, "Thank you. I knew what I was doing, but hadn't put it all together. You're right it doesn't feel like my choice, but it is always my choice. The rest is bullshit." She leaned closer and I closed the distance to kiss her. "I love you, Bastian."

I sat back, flagging down the waiter with flutes of champagne and handing one to Emma. I waved my finger back and forth between us, "So this is two people pushing and supporting each other."

She sat back with the same smug look I was feeling, "I think so. Growing together.” We laughed for a moment. "Sorry, I was being difficult."

I shook my head, remembering my session with Celie. "Even if this is the best we get, we're going to be just fine." I took her hand and brought it to my mouth. "I love you." I kissed her hand and laid it on the table, like every other time we've sat together.

A few minutes later Jessica and Gian came off the dance floor, "Are we interrupting?"

This tells me Jessica noticed the intensity of our conversation. "Nope, have a seat." I leaned onto the table. "Dancing is so much more fun before you watch other people and hope you don't look as spastic and uncoordinated."

Jessica reached over the table, laying her hand on my forearm, "Sebastian, I promise you did look just as spastic and uncoordinated."

We shared a car back to the hotel. Emma invited them to go along on our private tour of Montmartre, which I was on board with. I ran by the concierge desk with the update before joining the other three in the elevator where Jessica and Emma had planned our day. We'd join them in their room for coffee and leave from there. Us coming to them gave them a chance to show off their daughter. I’m good with that too. I'd like to play with a little girl.

I'm not around a lot of kids. My friends aren't replicating yet. I need to go to Emma's classroom soon. She has a little herd of them that aren't sick or sad, like a lot of the charity visits I do. It's very rewarding but difficult. A group of healthy happy kids would be fun.

Emma led the way into the bedroom. "Sebastian, would you come undo my dress?"

"Yes," couldn’t have been said fast enough. I took great joy unlacing her dress. Something was exciting about pulling the long strings one by one. Watching them slide through the grommets and along my fingers. I got a nice rhythm going.

On closer look, her hair wasn't a single braid but several coming together from different directions, some tighter than others. It hung going over one shoulder. "I love your hair like this." I kissed her neck on the side her hair wasn't. "Can I take it down?"

"Whatever you prefer." She glanced over her shoulder at me. "If I say no will I be forbidden to blow you?"

"That would be self-defeating." I slid her dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground.

I undid her hair much slower than I had her dress. I removed the band holding the three braids together then chose the middle one. I ran my fingers through the silky strands from underneath. I buried my face in her hair enjoying the smell and softness against my skin. I pressed my hips against her so she could feel what all this unlacing had done to me. Her bare shoulder was a perfect place to rub my beard. "Do I need to go shave so you'll let me go down on you?"

Emma snorted a laugh, "No. I like the feel of your beard on my stomach."

I kissed up her neck to her ear and whispered, "Not your inner thigh?"

She turned, draping an arm over my shoulder, her other hand on my chest. "I can't remember."

"Well, I'll have to give it a try and see what you think."

~*~*~*~

The next morning, I awoke first. Blondish hair spilled from her pillow onto mine. I was all too aware tomorrow would be the last day I'd wake up like this for a long time. Historically, filming days are long and I collapse as soon as I'm back to my room. During the day I'm focused on work or relaxing with my co-workers.

Which means mornings are going to suck.

I stayed put and soaked it all in. Emma looked over as soon as she woke up. A smile was forming while she rolled toward me. I lifted my arm to welcome her, moving to my side and holding her lightly. "Morning, sunshine."

"Good morning." She kissed my chest where her head laid. "Been awake long?"

"Not so much." I snuggled in closer. "Enjoying the view. You're beautiful in the morning."

She tilted her face up to meet my eyes, "Thank you. When don't you think I'm beautiful?"

I pretended to think, "Never."

"Te iubesc, Sebasti-an." "Te iubesc, Emiliana."

We started the day as we'd ended last night, naked and slightly breathless. While catching my breath I looked over with a sigh, "It's going to be a good day."

Emma rolled to her stomach, propped on her elbows. "Thank you again for bringing me."

The last thing Emma needed to do was thank me. That said, the simple appreciation was a nice change. It's a little shocking how often those words aren't spoken. I don’t keep track. I only notice when there's a consistent lack of them.

"You're welcome again." I kissed her nose, "Shower?"

Emma gasped, "Is that an invitation?"

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Sure."

"Yes, it's an invitation."

Reality smacked me after our shower when Emma dried off her shower supplies and put them in their leak-proof bag. I felt a twisting in my stomach, which must have shown on my face. Emma pressed her towel covered body against mine, "If I pack now, we can just enjoy tomorrow."

"Was I pouting?"

She shook her head, "You looked like I feel about it."

"Somehow that helps." Our laughter was tinged with something less than humor.

Emma did a lot of things to make tomorrow morning about us. She curled her hair, so she could easily pull it up. She laid out her clothes for the plane, so she could pack the rest. And she packed all the bathroom stuff except what she'd need in the morning. It wasn't like I couldn't bring her anything she left behind.

I hope she forgets something.

I was ready before her and headed into the sitting room. I settled on the couch to get into the app she'd installed. I didn't go into “Things for Sebastian”. That's not what I needed. I created a page and titled it, "Things for Emma"

1. I love you

2. You are beautiful. Inside and out.

3. I miss you

4. I crave the touch of your fingers

5. And your lips

6. I need to make a page for dirty thoughts

7. In a room full of people I can feel you near

8. It pisses me off when you won't let me rip something off you.

9. I appreciate how kind you are to my mom.

10. Your dad still kinda scares me.

Ten was my goal for the morning.

Jessica and Gian were closer to ready than they lead us to believe they would be. They had a nanny for the fifteen-month-old daughter Giulietta, but they liked to handle the morning routine and breakfast. Jessica let us in and ran back to the bedroom pointing us in the direction of Gian. He was sitting at the table supervising a toddler eating berries, yoghurt, and pieces of a croissant. Giulietta immediately stopped eating and shifted her attention to us. She held out her little pudgy arm pointing at me and said, "Da!"

My eyebrows shot up, "I don't think so, but you are cute."

Gian interpreted, "Every male is a Da."

Giulietta held her arms up to me, "Up, Da."

I looked at her real Da, "This ok?"

"Yes, she's sturdy. You won’t break her."

Emma groaned, "She’s a sweet little princess."

I picked her up, holding her in front of me to talk, "Hi Giulietta. Can you say Hi, Seb?"

Gian said, "Give him a kiss."

She landed a very wet open-mouthed kiss on my cheek. "Ah, thank you." I brought her closer and kissed her cheek, without all the slobber.

Giulietta smacked her hands on either side of my face repeatedly, laughing with every sound and face I made. It became a game where I poked her and she laughed then she pulled or poked something on my face, the only place she could reach, and laughed at my response. Her giggling was precious, even more so when she got the hiccups.

Emma had sat down, Gian having poured her a cup of coffee, and Emma eating the same berries and croissant. I sat down with the baby standing and bouncing on my lap. I turned my head, opening my mouth, encouraging Emma to share her food with me. A few bites in and the little girl decided she wanted in on the action. She reached for Emma and left me.

I lost Emma too.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and talked with Gian about the tour. Cheese, wine, and bakery items while on a walking tour of Montmartre complete with museums and shopping before dropping us off at a cafe for a proper lunch. Although I’m sure Emma will continue with cheese and wine.

An overly cheery and overly expressive voice came from my left. Not talking to me, but about me. "Listen to that mean man, Giulietta. Making fun of me for my love of cheese. He's just afraid I love cheese more than him, which I do not. Or maybe he's afraid I'm going to steal all the baby kisses. She snuggled into Giulietta’s neck and started saying, "nom, nom, nom." More little girl laughter filled the air. This time ending with her wrapping her arms around Emma's head while Emma blew raspberries on her belly.

The fun ended with a recognizable sound followed by a less than pleasant smell. I backed away, Gian grimaced and apologized. Emma laughed, "What did you did, Guilietta? What did you do?" Gian started to stand, Emma shook her head, "Stay put. Where are her diapers?"

"There's a diaper bag by the couch."

I smiled at Gian, "You didn't fight that offer."

Gian snickered, "Never turn down an offer to change a diaper that smells like that."

Jessica joined us, noticing the missing people, "What have you two done?"

We both looked innocent. "Nothing."

I added, "Emma had her when the problem occurred."

Jessica teasingly pulled her husband’s ear, "You dumped our shitty baby on a new friend."

From the other room, Emma called out, "The best conversations happen during diaper changes." Emma came back into the room, holding her hands above her head, helping balance her as she tried to walk. "Who is that Giulietta?"

"Mama mama."

Jessica glowed looking at her daughter, "That's my baby girl."

She picked her up and hugged her, "You've been flirting with a boy then made him jealous by leaving him for another."

I snorted, "Not jealous of the diaper explosion."

"Baby wipes clean up everything." Emma looked at Jessica, "Can I use your bathroom?"

Jessica pointed. Emma left the door open while she washed her hands and she and Jessica kept talking, "You did that fast. You have younger siblings."

"Two little sisters and a niece. Olivia was out of diapers before I got there. We took turns with Harper." She joined us back at the table, "My sister had a tough delivery ending in an emergency C- section. I took care of Katie for the first couple of weeks. It’s crazy how formula goes in and toxic waste comes out."

"Fun fact." I raised a finger, "I've never changed a diaper."

"When we're old you can change mine."

I made a face, "I've got you by eight years. I think you'll be first with that duty."

Gian looked at us then his wife, "This has gone in a weird direction."

I snorted, "Usually does." This weird direction was courtesy of neither of us going near the baby thing. We’d discussed not discussing it.

Jessica handed the baby to the nanny and we headed to Montmartre. Our guide, Elodie, met us at the foot of the hill. Oh fuck, the way she looked at me. She not only knew who I was, she liked it.

Elodie was a good tour guide. She knew the history of the area, fast-tracked us through museums, and pointed out interesting shops. We stopped at several local eateries for a glass of wine or bite to eat then on to the next place. Emma enjoyed the cheese most, Jessica the macaroons, and Sian and I the wine. I held Emma's hand as we walked. Elodie would stop and turn to talk. And flirt. At one of our shopping stops Emma and Jessica came back from the bathroom right as Elodie laughed and put her hand on my arm. Both women looked at me and rolled their eyes. On our way to the next stop Emma leaned closer, "She flirts with you with me standing right here."

I nodded, "I noticed." She wasn't acting upset, but I thought it best to ask. "Are you pissed?"

She screwed up her face, "No. Do you think if you flirted back a little I could get some extra cheese? Maybe an off the tour place that can’t pay to be included?"

Jessica leaned over. "We'd appreciate wine."

I looked at them in turn, "You're trading me for cheese and wine?"

"They have really good cheese here."

Jessica just nodded.

Next shop when Elodie found her way to me for a little more flirting, I put my hand on hers that was on my arm and asked about any place off the beaten path that we shouldn't miss.

Elodie smiled, "We're contracted for certain establishments."

"I know, but you've seen what we like. Maybe a smaller place that’s delicious, but can’t afford to be on a tour." I leaned closer and whispered, "I'd appreciate it."

"I’ll try to think of a place."

"Thank you." I kissed her cheek, patted her hand, and walked to Emma. Smiling.

Emma pursed her lips try to look disapproving but started smiling. "That wasn't you’re A-game, but it's going to work."

"Cheese isn't worthy of my A-game."

Her smile turned a little evil, "What’s worthy of your A-game?"

"Separating you from your panties." I took her hand and led her outside.

Fifteen minutes later we were at a small store you wouldn’t find if you didn’t know it was there. All of us were happy. Jessica and Gian bought three bottles of wine. Emma nearly had an orgasm over a cheese, which made me happy. Elodie was happy when she said goodbye to us outside the cafe and I took a picture hugging her.

There'd been a lot of walking between cheese and wine stops. By design, we were supposed to be a little high as we shopped and still hungry at the cafe. We were. It was a fun meal with lots of laughter. Jessica had no lack of stories from filming and press for “The Martian”.

I only thought how Emma wouldn't be here for lunch tomorrow about a dozen times.

Our tour didn't include Sacré-Cœur. It was easy enough without a guide. We headed that direction after lunch. The street we walked down led past a small square with a big wall covered in words.

Jessica pointed, “The I Love You wall." She went in that direction. "I think there's over a hundred languages. You two need to find Romanian."

There wasn't a crowd of people. It was a polite tourist spot with people taking it in turns to take pictures near their language. We stood back and I quickly found the words. Jessica had found the Italian version. We traded phones for pictures. Romantic, coupley, tourist bullshit pictures. It was great.

The view of the city from Sacré-Cœur was beautiful. A little down from the crowd we sat on a wall overlooking the city. Gian and Jessica decided it was time for them to head back. We were going to walk amongst the artists. Emma got up to hug them goodbye then climbed back on the wall with me. The quiet moment enjoying the view was interrupted by my text notification. I was going to ignore it, but something told me to check. I nudged Emma to show her the picture Jessica had sent. They'd paused as they left to take a picture of us on the wall. My arm was around Emma's waist, her head was on my shoulder, and I was kissing her head. "I fucking love this."

"Me too." She kissed me. "This is what I want to post. Will you ask Jessica if it's ok?"

"Sure." I forwarded the picture to Emma before texting Jessica. She didn’t care.

I sat there watching Emma type out the caption, but still went to the app when my notification went off. She'd framed where we were on the bottom right and the Eiffel Tower was top left. It was a very sweet picture. I wanted to post it too, but if I did we’d have to evacuate the area. I wasn’t ready to leave.

Emma captioned it, "Beautiful view with my love."

I tapped the little red heart and commented, "Paris is for lovers."

Almost quicker than me Amy had commented, "You're in Paris? When will you be back?"

She responded, "Tomorrow night. 🙁”

I pulled her into a tight hug, "I'm proud of you."

She looked like I felt when she said the same thing to me. "This feels better. You were right."

I tangled our fingers, "I know you pretty well."

We kissed again and she whispered, "I love you, Bastian."

I put my hand on her face, "I love you, beautiful girl."

Emma found a watercolor of a window at Mont Saint Michel with purple flowers. I was told they were Wisteria. She negotiated the price, somehow paying more than he'd asked, telling him the extra was for the feelings it evoked. He rolled it into a thick cardboard tube that would travel well. He suggested unrolling it at the hotel until we were ready to travel.

Sunset was nearing. Our last in Paris. I'd researched this and knew the winding road to head down. The sunset against the buildings would open to a bigger view over the city. The area was crowded. I led her to a building to lean against. In the afterglow I picked up her hand, kissing it, "Do you want to play a game?"

Her eyes lit up, "A game. On our last night?"

"It will be perfect."

"What kind of game do you have in mind?"

"You seem tense. Like you could use a good massage." I shook my head, "Well, a mediocre massage but a happy ending."

I wasn’t sure if she was giving me the I love you smile or something dirty. Either worked. "Sounds fun."

I nodded, "Do you want me or a new massage therapist?"

"Neither. I want you, but neutral. Well placed kissed are good."

I nodded, "I got it."

"We're not sleeping tonight, are we?"

"Probably not."

#Sebastian Stan #Sebastian Stan Fanfiction #fanfiction #sebastian stan X ofc #marvel actor fanfiction

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briarrosescurse · 4 years

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okay for real this time (*´꒳`*) 🍒💧💗 for theo?

our sweer pome boy just for u, moon (and for celi too ehehe)

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

theodor does not have many expectations! he just wants to have fun with his friends, that's the most essential thing to him. he doesn't see that much of a difference between romantic or platonic relationships either, but that's mainly because he never thought about being in a romantic relationship...? right now, it doesn't lie within his interests! maybe if he is a bit older, then surely. he isn't demanding at all either, but for that, he is the ultimate doormat. people tend to use his innocence and skill for their benefit, so he kind of used to people sometimes trampling all over him.

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

answered this here 🥺💞

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

theodor himself would say that his hair is his favorite feature! he likes its texture and the color - it's incredibly soft and silky. he does put the effort into taking care of it and you can usually ask him for advice if you struggle with taking care of your hair. he even tried to create his own formula for a shampoo, just for his hair! he enjoys using his knowledge in the field of science in this way the most.

however, his family and friends would usually say that theodor's soft and young face or his large smile is his best feature! he has a very charming and cheerful smile, he nevers holds back from showing it to the world. his skin is also incredibly gorgeous, for a boy his age you'd expect more blemishes.

#jumbo ask game #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #theodor peigne #[my writing]

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Fanfiction - Wife [Serpent & Dove Book Series - Lou/Reid]

TITLE: Wife

FANDOM: Serpent & Dove by Shelby Mahurin

SHIP: Louise le Blanc/Reid Diggory

SYNOPSIS: As Reid and Lou and the rest of the group make their way to Coco's coven, Lou needs some reassurance from Reid that she's his wife. (basically a short fluffy scene between the two of them)

FIC LENGTH: One-shot

RATING: Teen and Up Audiences

A/N: So I read Serpent & Dove earlier this week (in an attempt to heal my Reylo/Star Wars feels) and now I am OBSESSED. I had to write a little something for Lou/Reid. It’s a bit inspired by the ending to the 2005 version of Pride & Prejudice.

*This is also posted on AO3 and FF

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It was his turn to keep watch that night as their group paused their long trek through the forest to Coco’s coven for some rest.

He may have been exhausted and fighting to keep his eyelids open, but for her, it was all worth it.

Everything was worth it to protect her, to touch her, to have her here just like this - with her head upon his lap as she slept - and to keep her as his wife.

Reid gently ran his fingers through her hair as she slept soundly, careful not to wake her. Doing so brought back memories of several weeks prior, when she taught him how to braid her hair. He couldn’t help but smile.

The journey of their relationship had been an insane one, to say the least. One might have thought it would be impossible for a witch hunter to fall in love with a witch, yet here they were.

He couldn’t comprehend how a brazen, strong, silly, wonderful woman could love a ridiculously conscientious stick-in-the-mud like him.

At some point during his reverie, his fingers had stopped stroking Lou’s hair. He didn’t realize it until he heard Lou begin to whimper.

“But I am your wife,” she pleaded in her sleep. “I am.”

Reid’s eyes widened in alarm as he heard her mumblings. He brought his hand to her shoulder to gently shake her in hopes of taking her away from whatever awful dream she was having. The second his hand touched her, her eyes shot open to find him staring down at her.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached her hand up to touch his stubbled cheek. Slowly, a smile spread across her face.

“What were you dreaming about?” he whispered as he resumed running his fingers through her hair.

“Nothing worth talking about,” she remarked calmly.

Reid frowned. “It didn’t seem like a pleasant dream. I just heard you say ‘But I am your wife ’ in your sleep.”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted.

“Lou,” he said sternly. “I want you to be honest with me. I thought we’d agreed there’d be no more secrets between us.”

Lou sighed. “Why do you have to have such an adorable face that’s impossible to resist, especially when you’re brooding like that?”

Reid made no reply. Instead, he waited for her to answer him.

She sighed again. “I was...dreaming of the moment you found out I was a witch and you said, ‘You are not my wife.’”

Reid let out a slow breath. “Why would such a moment be appearing in your dreams right now? Is it still bothering you?”

“Well, the weeks we were apart, those words haunted and gutted me,” she answered truthfully. “I guess it still haunts me.”

Her words were like a pierce in his hide. But surely, she knew just how much she meant to him? A week ago, he had murdered his father-figure for her. And yet...the slightest of doubts of how he felt about her remained in her mind.

He placed one of his hands upon her cheek, while the other grabbed hold of her hand.

“Lou, I am so sorry that I -“

“I know,” she cut him off. “I know. I forgive you. You don’t need to apologize anymore for it.”

“But you’re still having nightmares about it. It must still be bothering you in some way,” he remarked. “I want you to be free of such nightmares.”

Lou sat up with a mischievous glint in her eyes and started tracing his jawline with her finger. “Well, one way to avoid such nightmares is to not sleep at all. And I can think of some pretty exciting activities we can do instead of sleeping…”

“Lou…” he breathed. They needed to figure this out. Not distract themselves with other...things.

Not yet at least.

She pouted for a moment, but her grin quickly returned. “I just need to hear you call me your wife again. And again. Maybe several times per day. For forever.”

He placed his hand against her cheek and gazed into her eyes. “My wonderful, wild, beautiful wife,” he began quietly.

Lou took a deep breath as she beamed at him.

“I only speak profanities if it’s concerning something I truly feel strongly about,” he continued. “I hope you’ve realized that I’ve only started swearing when it comes to situations regarding your welfare, your protection, and anything about you.”

Lou nodded along in understanding.

“So, please believe me when I say that you are the fucking love of my life and I can’t imagine a day without you as my wife,” he finished.

Her smile brightened as she let out a soft chuckle. “Hearing you cuss is so...sexy,” she murmured.

Reid bent down to peck her on the lips.

“Call me your wife again. And use another cuss word,” she requested with enthusiastic anticipation when he pulled away.

“My sweet wife,” he said as he pressed his forehead down against hers. “I hope I can make up for being a shitty husband when I first learned you were a witch.”

“I have a few ideas,” she suggested with a playful wiggle of her brow. “One of which is you must always refer to me as ‘my sweet wife’ whenever you are ridiculously happy.”

Well, that wouldn’t be difficult. Whenever he’s with her, he’d always feel that way.

“Any other requests, my sweet wife?”

She tilted her head as if she were deep in thought. “If you’re ever angry with me - even the slightest bit - you should refer to me as ‘the fucking love of my life.’ It’ll likely lessen the desire to strangle you in such moments. If you feel overwhelmed with such passion for me that you just wish you could whisk me away to somewhere private to have your way with me, you should call me ‘Madame Diggory.’”

Reid smiled out of amusement over her babbling. “Am I ever to call you Lou?”

She pursed her lips as she considered his question. “‘My one and only dearest Lou’ should be reserved for love letters only.”

“Are you telling me you want me to write you love letters?”

“What girl doesn’t want to receive a love letter?!” she exclaimed.

Reid laughed, thinking back to the way she made fun of the letters he had written to Celie. “I will remember that.”

Suddenly, Lou’s face became quite serious, causing him to feel concerned. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “Tell me something,” she whispered.

“Anything.”

Her breathing stilled out of nervousness. “Do you love me more than Celie?”

Reid took a slow breath. “I’ve known Celie for a long time and loved her for a long while. I’ve spent countless nights dreaming about marrying her and spending the rest of my life with her.”

Lou’s face fell as she looked down, nodding in understanding.

Reid was quick to put his hand beneath her chin to lift her head back up to look at him. “When she told me couldn’t be with me anymore, I was crushed and heartbroken. But I moved on. I let the Archbishop marry us, knowing that meant I would never be with Celie. With you…” he trailed off as he took a moment to stare at her, trying to memorize the features of her face, like the placement of every freckle, the plumpness of her lips…

“When I ordered you to leave me, I felt like a piece of me was gone, while the rest of me was completely shattered,” he went on. “In the weeks we were apart and I traveled to the chateau, I spent every second of everyday thinking about you - how I hurt you, how I failed you, how I couldn’t stand the thought of living without you, how I needed you. It was like my air to breathe was gone. I struck down the Archbishop without a second thought in an attempt to save you. My sweet wife, I’ve never loved anyone the way I’ve loved you.”

A few tears streamed down Lou’s beaming face, which Reid was quick to wipe away with his thumbs. She bent forward, resting her head in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her. “I love you so much, Reid,” she murmured.

“I love you, my sweet wife,” he reiterated.

Lou let out a soft squeal. “Oh Reid, every time you call me your wife makes me want to rip your clothes off and make sweet love to you,” she blurted out before kissing his throat and tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“Not here, not now, Madame Diggory,” he gently reprimanded her as he hugged her with one hand, while the other halted her attempt to yank off his shirt. “We’re not animals. You deserve better than the forest.”

She frowned. He hated disappointing her, but they had to be reasonable and have some sense of propriety.

“But I have you and that’s all that I need,” she said before planting a trail of kisses along his jawline. “You’re all I want.”

“Fucking love of my life,” he moaned, trying to fight off how much he relished in the touch of her lips against his skin. “The others are a short distance away, and I have to keep watch.”

Lou pulled back and sighed. “Fine. Be a killjoy.”

“I’ll make it up to you soon,” he stated before he caught her lips in a firm, passionate kiss.

“You better.”

With a smirk on her face, she laid back against his chest, this time closing her eyes and looking perfectly content as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

Reid held her tightly against his body and rubbed her back. “I promise I will, my sweet wife.”

A/N: Hope you liked this! Fun random fact: Personality-wise, I'm totally more like Reid! (Like I even felt awkward typing out cuss words while writing this because I seldom swear myself lol). So writing for Lou was a bit more challenging for me - I hope she came out alright!

#serpent & dove #serpent and dove #shelby mahurin #lou #reid #louise le blanc #reid diggory #loureed

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Dating Soobin is a synonym to dating a hug machine: backhugs in the morning, hugs with a kiss when he's going to work, hugs where he just throws himself on you when he's tired... He needs your hugs to survive (not that you could ever complain)

#celi soft thought #soobin #choi soobin #soobin fic #soobin scenarios #soobin fluff #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together scenarios #tomorrow x together soft hours #tomorrow x together fluff #txt fluff #txt soft hours #txt scenarios #txt x reader #soobin x reader

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ubernoxa · 4 years

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The Groupie: A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter 2: Treason

There were three simple rules about being a groupie:

1. The sex means nothing. It’s all physical.

2. The longer you are with the band the more power you get. It’s like high school, but instead of books, there are drugs. Lots and lots of drugs.

3. Never fuck a guy from another band. It’s treason if anyone finds out.

Celi dried her hair with the towel that was laid out on the small sink. She wondered if he had placed it there for her. Her heart fluttered a little at the thought of him thinking about her. None of the guys in the last band gave two shits about her when they didn’t want to have sex. She made sure to shut down any of those thoughts. She was a groupie. This wasn’t just some guy she met, this was Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses. He was a rockstar, and she was nothing.

She took a deep breath and the warm air filled her lungs. To say that the warm shower was a god send was an understatement.

“Nah man she probably left by now,” that was Izzy’s voice. She recognized it immediately.

Fuck.

Part of her was hoping that she would be able to sneak out before he came back.

“Wanna bet,” she heard a cocky voice ask.

Fuck.

She spun around the room looking for her bag.

Fuck.

“Axl, that’s not your shit. Stop going through it,” as the unrecognizable voice spoke Celi know exactly where her bag was.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Her hair was flat and soaked. Her face was naked of any makeup. Presentable was probably the last work she would use to describe herself.

“Why do chick’s need so much shit?” That’s when she heard her can of hairspray hit the concrete floor she sighed in frustration.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, what would Morgi do?

She tightened the towel that was wrapped around her and walked into the small room.

“Didn’t your mothers teach you to not touch other people’s shit,” she said as she glared at the red head, Axl, and a man with huge curl hair, Slash. She had seen them on magazines countless times, and it was weird seeing them in person.

“Didn’t your mom teach you to not leave your shit out in the open?” Axl quickly rebutted.

Celi looked at her bag, or at least what was left in it. Her eyeshadow pallets, foundation, eyeliner and lipstick were scatter across the ground. She frowned as she saw a pink powder spilled all over the floor, that was her favorite blush.

“The door was locked,” Celi held her towel tightly as she spoke.

“And yet here we are. It’s called an all access backstage pass. They will unlock any door for us,” Slash joked. Celi side eyed him as he spoke.

“To answer your first question, the reason chicks have so much shit is because the painted faces y’all see every day isn’t real,” Celi sarcastically stated.

She kneeled down, being careful to collect her things that fell out of her bag, no thanks to Axl and Slash.

“I’ll clean up my the blush later,” Celi then slowly stood up and then tried to pick up her bag. She cursed under her breath as her towel slipped a little.

“Here,” Izzy stood above her and held her bag.

Celi offered him a small smile receiving one in return.

As he followed her to the bathroom she wondered why he originally invited her here. Was it because he was being generous or did he want more. He knew she was a groupie, the question was when would he make his move.

“Thanks for helping me. I almost dropped my towel on accident,” she would have yelled at him for dropping her bag, but she was silenced when he pushed her towards the bathroom wall and began to kiss her. She felt the towel fall as she dug her hands into his hair.

She let out a little moan just for him, but they were quickly interrupted by commotion in the other room.

“Izzy time to get the fuck on stage. You can fuck your groupie later,” Axl’s voice shot through the bathroom.

Deli’s heart sank as he pulled away and left the bathroom.

She didn’t just fuck up she majorly fucked up.

If any of the other Hemper’s groupies found out they would immediately tell the band. Even though she didn’t have sex, it is pretty easy to read between the lines. Why would they rat her out? Because they want to look loyal to the band or impress the bitch that hated her guts. She could already hear them kicking her out. She could hear them calling her a whore and telling her to never come back. There was no way Morgi could help her now.

Celi was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the bathroom door open again. Oh great, it was probably security ready to throw her naked ass out.

Instead of security, Izzy popped out from behind the window and tossed a purple button down with a deep V her way.

“Wait for me after the show, and I recommend grabbing all your shit. You’re staying with us a while,” She looked at the purple button down that reeked of alcohol.

“What, so you think that since you gave me a cold shower and your dirty shirt that I’m just your groupie now?”

Izzy caught Celi off guard by laughing. “You’re hot I’ll give you that. I’ve never fucked a girl with red hair before, but if you want to go back to your dying band with freezing cold showers be my guest. I won’t give a shit,” Celi was baffled at how simple he spoke.

She tried to find a reply, but couldn’t. There was nothing she could say, and she wasn’t going to admit to him that he was right. The Hempers weren’t going anywhere from here on out, and unless she wanted to start all over with an unknown band again, this was her only option.

“That’s what I thought. Guitar lessons start tomorrow if you’re still around and not a fucking idiot,” he yelled as he was leaving.

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Celi sat on a rest stop bench chatting with another girl, who Celi believe was a groupie as well, named Kim. She was only a couple years older than her but had thousands of stories about what bands she had been with and all of the stories that came with her many adventures.

Kim remembered seeing Celi for the first time the night before. Celi had two very noticeable features, the first was her fiery mane that made Axl’s hair look more blonde than red, and the second was her ability to know when to shut up.

When Izzy saw Celi walk into the room, his eyes went immediately to her. It took Kim a couple seconds but she recognized the shirt Celi wore tied up kinda creating a crop top. It was his. The whole night she didn’t cause any trouble, laughed when appropriate and made sure his drink was never empty. It was like she went to some 1800s wife training class, but instead of wifey lessons, she was taught how to be a groupie.

“So who taught you how to do this? There is no one is this good when they are as young as you. You’re what? 20?

“19, and I leaned from a friend. She had been a groupie for a couple more years than me, and when I first joined the groupie scene we clicked. She took me under her wing and never asked for anything in return,” Kim quickly changed topics as she noticed Celi her sad. Celi’s heart sunk at the thought of Morgi. She abandoned her.

If felt good to sit on a bench outside and not in the tight, boiling hot van. The breeze was very much a welcomed friend.

“Don’t look, but Izzy is staring at you again,” Kim said before pulling out a pack of smokes, and offering one to Celi who quickly took one.

“You ready for your lessons?” Izzy mindlessly played with Celi’s hair as she spoke once he made it over to the pair.

“Yeah,” Celi quickly put out her cigarette and walked followed him.

“So I gotta ask, how hot is the van?” His voice was almost monotone when he spoke.

“Let’s just say, I was probably a little too excited when we stopped for a pit stop,” Celi offered a warm smile to Izzy who offered a soft chuckle.

“Hey, laugh all you want, but you get this tour bus while I was stuck between Terise and an AMP that was a much better pillow than I expected it to be,” Celi admitted to herself before following Izzy onto the bus.

“I’m just saying that if you bring a chick back to the van and fuck her on one of the seats, you should have to fucking clean up after yourself,” Celi was met with yelling as she followed Izzy into the tour bus.

“Axl clean it up, no one cares if you are the damn frontman or not,” Izzy added time the yelling.

“Wait here, I’ll grab some guitars,” he said to Celi as she sat down on a seat that was not full of Axl’s mess.

“Hey, who are you,” Celi perked her head up as two blondes walked onto the buss, Duff and Steven. For some reason she expected Steven to be taller.

“Celi,” she simply answered leaning back into her seat.

A flash of recognition shot across their faces, “Ohh ok, now I remember. Your the shower chick right?” Steven asked sitting down across from Celi as Duff went to the back of the bus.

“Well...yeah....I guess there are worst things to be know for,” Celi let out a chuckle as she spoke. She quickly remembered one of Morgi’s stories about a guy who known to have poor performance in bed. His name was Richard and used to go by Rick. Once word spread, everyone called him slippery dick.

“Like what?” Steven leaned forward almost whispering.

“Hmm..I don’t know...how about that guy who goes through people’s bags and spills everything all over the floor,” Celi couldn’t hide the smirk that formed on her face. Last night she made sure to be on her best behavior to get Izzy to like her. This morning though, was an entirely different story. Half the band was already shitting on Axl, so she thought why not join in on the fun.

“Have you heard of this philosophy of keeping your shit on you so no one goes through it?” Axl stoped his cleaning and glared at Celi as he spoke.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” She asked Axl who immediately cussed under his breath. If she was in here with anyone else, he would have kicked her out. The problem was that she wasn’t here with anyone else’s, she was here with Izzy.

“Hey Izzy, I like this girl,” Steven shouted across the bus as he saw Izzy coming back with two guitars.

“You play guitar?” Celi wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement that came out of Steven’s mouth.

“I’m teaching her,” Izzy replied before Celi had a chance to say anything.

“White or black,” he showed Celi the two guitars and she pointed at the white one.

Izzy watched as she placed the guitar strap around her and gazed down it. That is when she realized that this was most likely the nicest guitar she had ever held. Also, the most expensive guitar.

“Looks good,” Izzy commented earning a smile from Celi.

“Shall we pick off from where we were?” Izzy asked earning a nod from Celi.

Celi quickly lost time as he went through and taught her his part. He was an amazing teacher, she thought to herself. He was incredibly patient with her fingers getting tongue tied and unable to hit the right notes.

“Try this,” he showed Celi a quick true I to hit the notes, but she just couldn’t get it.

“Sorry,” she muttered. God that was embarrassing, she felt humiliated as the entire band heard her mess up over and over and over again.

“No need to appologize to me, it’s my band you need to worry about,” he sent her a soft smile and motioned for her to sit in front of him.

She sat in front of him and felt him move all of her hair over to her right side, so her hair was no longer in his face.

“So what you’re going to want to do is,” She couldn’t move as she watched him play. She was trapped, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Alright boy we’re heading out, all good to go?” An older man said as he hopped on their bus.

“Yup, the sooner we leave the better,” Izzy said before going back to showing Celi again. She couldn’t hid the smile that grew on her face. He wanted her to stay on the bus with him. How sweet, or he felt bad that she sucked. Her mind immediately shot back.

“Okay now you try, at quarter speed,” Celi placed here fingers on the strings and began to slowly play.

After a couple tries she felt him guiding her fingers. Soon enough she played the part and let out a cheer when she did. Izzy cheered with her unable to hide the large smile planted on his face.

“Good job babydoll,” he said before beginning to kiss her neck earning a soft moan.

“Keep it in your pants Stradlin,” Axl threw a towel across the buss that nailed Izzy. Laughter immediately followed suit, filling the entire buss.

#the groupie #guns and roses #guns n’ roses fanfiction #guns n’roses #gnr #izzy stradlin fanfiction #gnr fanfiction

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dejwrites · 2 years

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✧˖*°࿐ synopsis + warnings — who would have thought sweet lil takemichi was packing like that. ( her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, reader is black coded, toman executive!takemichi, soft dom!takemichi, ooc!takemichi, slight humor bc i love cracking a joke, smut is included in this one shot, doggystyle position, recording of sex, oral [m.receiving], this was loosely inspired by the pamela anderson & tommy lee tape scandal, smut scene in italics, minors dni ! )

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THE WAY HER HEAD WAS HELD HIGH WHEN SHE WALKED INTO THE BUILDING WAS A SIGHT TO SEE. YSL heels clicking on the nicely waxed floor with each step she took, the black high waisted jeans she wore hugged her lower half beautifully that it caused Toman's lower rank members to turn their heads. However, with each head turn, she noticed that neither of them could even look her in the eyes before their cheeks stained a crimson color. She didn't want to sum it up as her being Takemichi's pretty foreigner girlfriend because they saw her practically every day when she wasn't busy with her own tasks.

The elevator ride up to her boyfriend's office was quiet and she had many questions on her mind. When she walked onto the floor, she saw other Toman members. All of them crowded around Hakkai's phone watching something. As (Y/N) pushed her way through them the group of men that protected her on days Takemichi wasn't around, she snatched the phone out of Hakkai's hand. Her curious eyes watched the video and her face filled with so much anger. Her skin felt ten times hotter as she threw the phone back at Hakkai.

"Shit," Chifuyu uttered. "Takemichi isn't even here right now (Y/N). He stepped out to handle some business," The dark-haired male lied.

As if he felt someone talking about him, twenty-eight-year-old Takemichi Hanagaki stepped out of the office and when he saw his girlfriend's angered face he just motioned for her to come into the secluded office he occupied.

When the door closed, (Y/N)'s hand went across Takemichi's cheek in a quick motion. The inside of her palm stung due to the impact before she was about to chew him out ruthlessly. "You said that video was supposed to be private, you asshole!" You yelled.

"It was, I accidentally sent it to them," Takemichi responded, he rubbed his cheek as he followed her around his office like a love-sick puppy.

"Accidentally my ass," (Y/N) sneered. "I should have just said no to the idea. But no, I let you sweet talk me into it." (Y/N) said as looked at him. "You said and I quote 'Baby, I will need something to watch while I'm away," the young woman mimicked her boyfriend.

"I don't sound like that, do I?" Takemichi questioned.

(Y/N) rubbed at her temple, "That's beside the fuckin' point you big dick asshole."

Before the closed door, Nahoya had his ear pressed against the door listening in on the couple arguing. Which wasn't even an argument, more like (Y/N) cussing Takemichi out. He had jumped back suddenly hearing a loud crash behind the closed door. "I think she just threw that vas at him." He said to the others.

Peh-yan entered the floor with a cheerful smile on his face from getting laid the previous night. He wasn't aware of the things that had unfolded both in the Woman group chat and early this morning just minutes ago. But he could hear the chaos behind the closed office doors. "Are they fighting in there?" He questioned as his head tilted in confusion.

"You know, Takemichi accidentally sent his sex tape to the group chat. A typical Takemichi thing to do," Chifuyu adds as he gave his phone to Peh-yan.

When Peh-yan pressed play on the video, the sound of the pornographic video started.

"I'm only doing this because I love you," [Y/N] cooed as she lets out a soft giggle while she was sitting on her knees on the king-sized bed. "And I'm going to miss you when you go away." She adds as she flashed the camera a pretty smile. Her painted fingernails were toying with the pretty bra she wore that pushed her breasts up perfectly just for the camera.

"I'm going to miss you too," Takemichi commented behind the phone camera. The pad of his thumb tracing alongside the plumpness of her lipgloss-covered lips and when he felt her mouth latch onto, the young man could feel himself grow hard.

A smirk engraved on [Y/N]'s innocent face as she tugged down his boxers to free his cock. Despite seeing the same cock for months now, the woman's mouth still watered at the sight of it. Crybaby Takemichi had a quite nice-sized cock. Enough to edge [Y/N] on all night after date night. The girth of it was something spectacular when you found yourself grinding against him in a heated makeout session. And the curve his cock had was perfect to hit that one spot when he was clashing against your gummy walls.

Takemichi's eyes fluttered closed when he felt her wet mouth around the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the precum-decorated tip as if it was her personal lollipop. The Toman executive could remember clearly the first day when those beautiful lips wrapped around him gracefully. If he recalled, he even uttered 'I love you' as his cum dripping off her lips after the eventful time.

But even now, a couple months into their relationship, her mouth coating his cock with her saliva was still a beautiful thing for Takemichi. A moan vibrated from the back of [Y/N]'s throat as she continued to suck him off. His hand grasped at her head guiding her motions as his cock disappeared in her mouth. When she released his heavy cock out her mouth with a sudden pop, Takemichi's cock was coated with her own saliva. Her hands begin to glide up and down the shaft of his cock. [Y/N] flashed the camera a smirk, "You like that?" She's questioning innocently.

Her head tilted like an innocent puppy while the pad of her thumb brushed against his thick pink tip. An intense shiver went down Takemichi's spine as he was holding his phone. The video view of his pretty girlfriend palming his cock the same way he'll be doing when replaying the video while he'll be away.

"I want you [Y/N]," Takemichi uttered.

"But Michi', I haven't made you cum yet." She pouted up at him as her hands continued to palm his cock.

His breathing grew uneasy with each stroke while he chewed on his lower lip. "I will once I feel you around me," He responded as his thumb traced alongside her full lips.

As [Y/N] got on all fours, her bottom planted in the air and Takemichi gave it a slap causing her to giggle. The pad of his index and ring finger rubbed at her puffy lips through her underwear. The dampness in her panties caused him to chew on his lower lip. "Stop teasin' for the camera baby," [Y/N] cooed as she wiggled her way closer to feel Takemich's cock rub against her.

Takemichi helped her take off the one thing that was in between his cock devouring her. With his free hand, Takemichi grabbed a hold of his cock rubbing it teasingly against her wet folds. He could hear the naive whine from [Y/N] as her hips bucked for some form of pleasure. A smirk appeared on the dark-haired male face before his sinking inside her bit by bit. His eyes darted at her to make sure she was okay. When she whimpered out his name, that's when he knew that he had full control. Holding the camera up at a cultivating angle just to watch [Y/N]'s drooling cunt swallow him whole.

"Michi' that feel s'good," [Y/N] moaned out as her back arched even more for him. Her fingers toying with the sheets under her and her own drool were coating the area where her face was palming the delicate mattress.

His hips became to rock into her like a madman. The soft flesh of [Y/N]'s ass slapped against his thighs. It was the perfect sound to go well with the recording as it bounced off their bedroom walls. The pornographic view from his iPhone camera of him thrusting inside her would be a best seller for some porn company. But Takemichi didn't need people seeing the way his pretty girl took him so well. Subtle groans came out of Takemichi's mouth as he palmed at her, occasionally giving it a harsh slap to gain a yelp from [Y/N].

With each thrust taping at that one spot that caused her toes to curl. Sweat droplets coated his forehead as he pushed forward feeling the wonderful feeling of her walls clenching around him. Long digits grasping her perfect ass while cock trusted inside her.

"You like that?" Takemichi questioned. "Tell me [Y/N]." He coo.

"I love it." [Y/N] moaned out as she pushed herself backward meeting his thrusts.

"Whose pussy this is?" Takemichi questioned.

That question caused the young woman to grow even wetter. Her knees buckled at the intense stimulation. Her brain grew fuzzy and her tears were dangling from her lash line. Takemichi never asked a question like that during sex, but she assumed that he just was showing off for the camera.

"Whose is it?" He repeated, he tugged his thick cock from out [Y/N] fully. His hands gave her salivating cunt a slight slap before sinking himself into her once more.

"It's yours!" She would cry out.

His breathing grew uneasy as his hips pushed forward in the plumpness of [Y/N]'s ass. He could feel his balls grow heavy indicating that he was about to cum. "Where do you want me to cum baby?" He asked his moaning mess of a girlfriend.

[Y/N]'s face was buried into the grey-colored duvet, drooling escaping her lips with each moan that tumbled out. Her fingers grasped at the pillows or anything just to help with the overbearing pleasure. "Inside me Michi', I want a baby!" She moaned out as she bucked her hips backward to meet his harsh thrusts.

"A baby?" He chuckles.

Takemichi's strokes were growing sloppy by the second as his free hand gripped at her asscheek. His hips moved at a pace just to please his lowly girlfriend. A grunt escaped Takemichi's lips as he started to cum right inside her. Trusting out his climax while his cock was coated with a mixture of his own cum and hers. His hands hooked nervously due to the overstimulation of [Y/N] backing up against his cock. Holding the phone at the perfect angle of watching [Y/N]'s walls clutch onto his cum coated cock beautifully.

"Fuck." Takemichi uttered as he could feel her clutch around him. The grip he had on her waist left a subtle bruise as he watch her body go limp on the bed. Her head buried into the mattress as Takemichi's cum glistened out of her cunt.

When the video stopped, Peh-yan let out a chuckle as he gave the phone back to Chifuyu. His friends' eyes lingered on him a little longer to get his thoughts on the situation. After all, they manage to view a very explicit moment between the couple.

"Who would have known Takemichi was packing like that." Peh-yan joked.

#takemichi hanagaki x reader #takemichi hanagaki x black reader #anime smut #tokyo rev smut #tr smut #tr x black reader #tokyo revengers x black reader #x black reader #takemichi x black reader #takemichi x reader #black y/n #black reader

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Imagine Dean embarrassing himself in front of you and accidentally revealing his feelings for you when he can’t lie about a single thing.

“Hey, let me ask you one question.” Dean approached you and Sam after he was supposed to talk to the lady at the front desk “Tell me who your favorite singer is.”

“What?” Sam frowned at his brother's question and you blinked in surprise. That wasn't what you expected to hear.

“You-” he cleared his throat, determined look on his face and a frown that you found adorable but would never admit out loud “Look, I know you say it's Elvis, but we both know that's crap, so tell me who your favorite singer is.” he repeated as you started walking.

“Well, it's like you said.” Sam chuckled a bit “It's Celine Dion.” his answer took both and you by surprise. Your eyes widening a bit and a giggle leaving your lips when you took notice of the look on the older Winchester's face and the look of shock on Sam's face at what left his lips “Uh I mean Celine Dion. It's Celi-” he stammered, blinking rapidly as you came to a halt.

“Dean, every time I try and say “Elvis” it- it comes out-”

“The sad, horrible truth.” Dean completed his brother's sentence with a look of utter disappointment and you clasped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

“Your whole life has been a lie now huh Dean?” you asked with a small grin and he shot you a look “Thought you had a cool brother and he ruined it right now?”

“Yeah, and you know the reason why? Because we can't lie.” he pointed out and once everything started unfolding before your eyes, your smile totally faded from your lips and a look of horror took over. If you couldn't lie, then how were you supposed to hide your love for Dean from him? You were simply screwed.

“Yeah, she's got this blog. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it.” Dean chuckled before looking up from his phone at you and Sam “You know what I mean?” he asked but got a blank face from the two of you and his smile faded “I'll- I'll stop talking now.”

“Probably a good plan.” you muttered, glancing at the computer in case it had come up with anything “You know, the internet may seem to get really quiet but you really can't seem to be able to shut up right now which by the way is giving me a headache. And that's definitely not a lie, just so you know.”

“Well, ain't it easy for you, Miss can't-lie-about-a-damn-thing? You're always telling the truth and don't have a single secret, so why should you worry about this?” he rolled his eyes, resting his weight on the desk.

“Why, do you?” you asked the question so casually, so easily, as if it was just any other question to you. Something that you would've asked any other day and it would have been totally fine. But it wasn't any other day, it was this day and this day Dean couldn't lie about it.

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed a bit too fast and enthusiastically. But of course when it dawned on him, a look of pure fear washed over his face. Your head snapped up in his direction and your eyebrows shot up in surprise and somewhat interest. The curves of your lips pulled into a small intrigued smirk that started to scare him even more and made a thick lump form in his throat.

“Shit.” he breathed out, stepping further away from you “Shit. Crap. I just said that out loud, didn't I?” he winced at himself.

“So there's a big secret huh? Why lie about it? Is there someone you don't want to know about it, Dean?” you only took a step closer, forgetting all about your secret as you were too interested to hear about his.

“N- Yes.” it came out squeaky as he tried his hardest to lie about it but he really couldn't “Damn it.” he cursed under his breath when he knew he couldn't hide it “Oh fuck me.” he let out a heavy sigh, dragging a hand down his face before he stole a glimpse at you and added “Like... maybe literally too please.”

“What?” you asked fast enough and his entire body went stiff.

“What?” he asked back, doing his best to avoid having you ask about it because he'd be damned if he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Your lips parted but no words came out. You wanted so bad to ask, to get the words out of him, because he also seemed unable to keep his mouth shut but on the other hand, you were no more innocent yourself. It would be a dangerous game to play, the risk too big to take, and in case he happened to bring up yours and ask you about it then, how could you trust yourself to keep your mouth shut? Because lying was not an option.

“You know-” you sighed softly, shrugging as casually as you could “Fine by me. It's not like I need any more info to blackmail you anyway and I'm too tired to try at the moment.” you filled a small plastic cup with water, missing the way Dean sighed in absolute relief and his shoulders relaxed while Sam sent a smirk his way “You can keep your dirty secret to yourself... for now.” you gave him a smirk and his body stiffened once more.

“Hey, not cool.” he pointed a finger at you “I don't ask about your secrets all the time? It's not like I even want to know about them no. I'm actually desperate to, that's the right word. And mostly the ones that concern me. Like, yeah, I always care what you think about me, sometimes so much I can't sleep at night but- Oh hell, when it is a secret it must beimportant and I need to know everything that you think and feel of me because of how- What the hell?!” his voice raised an octave when he realized not only that he was rambling but also spilling the crystal clear and awfully embarrassing truth “What the hell did I just say?!” he whisper-hissed this time, mostly to himself.

“Apparently-” you were biting your lip real hard to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot because of how insanely adorable this was but it was just as hard it was for his to lie “The truth!” and a giggle escaped and he frowned.

“Hey, don't laugh!” he looked at you fake-hurt, frowning but also pouting, pointing a finger at you.

“I'm- I'm not, seriously.” and you technically weren't “This is just so freaking cute. You are and I'm not even afraid to admit it.”

“I'm- I'm not!” he tried to defend himself “I'm-” he blinked, looking from you at Sam for help but he just raised his hands in surrender “I'm a hunter. I'm not cute, n-not soft. I'm supposed to be tough a-and rough and- and not feeling like I can't breathe or speak around you because of just a few words from you or a smile which can be so stunning that I- Oh fuck it.” he let out a whine, burying his face in his hands.

“Alright-” you tried to hide your laugh behind your hand “I will admit, this is seriously one of the best things that has happened to us in a long time you guys.”

“No, no it's not!” Dean said desperately, face starting to turn a deep shade of red “It's embrrassment of the worse kind here! I can't lie about a damn thing nor keep my mouth shut a-and you- you look so damn beautiful laughing right nowand again I'm losing my breath with you and I know I shouldn't say it out loud but here I am dying of embarrassment because I just did and oh my gosh-” he threw his arms in the air “Come on now!”

“Alright now-” your eyes were nearly wide but the smile on your face was something you didn't even try to hide “This is something I didn't expect. I'm definitely enjoying this!”

“Oh of course you are.” Dean scoffed at you “Because you've always got this- this sadistic side in you that- that enjoys seeing me suffer and from one point of view it's both insanely adorable because you have no idea you're the reason behind my oh-so-sweet suffering and from another hot as fuck... me please. Damn it!” he gritted his teeth, turning to face away from you.

“I seriously...” you were out of breath as your eyebrows were raised in surprise “I seriously need to record this. As in right now. Wha-” you blinked rapidly, too shocked and probably a bit flustered by his words to react properly to anything he said “You're-” you laugh nervously, shaking your head “Wait-” you raised a hand, grinning widely when another idea came to your mind “Hey, Dean, is that... a blush I see right there?”

“Pff” he scoffed, laughing nervously “No.” technically not a lie because he couldn't see if he was blushing “Why would I be? Because you're totally about to figure everything out or I'm on the verge of spilling it? Hell yeah, definitely!” he laughed nervously “Oh this is not good. This is bad, actually, so bad!”

“Oh no this is definitely real good!”

“The fuck it is.” he groaned, rubbing his eyes “Like, I- I feel the blush creeping up my neck and my entire face burning up and yes I know I'm probably blushing like a mad here but I can't stop and I sure as heck can't lie about it either!”

“You know, for what it's worth, you know this could be worse right?” you started and his eyes snapped in your direction, totally terrified of what you'd say next “I didn't pry about your secret but right now I'm so-”

“Ok, guys, as cute as it is to see you two... flirt, or do whatever it is you always do, I'm kinda actually sick and tired of it. Had to deal with it for too many years to be honest and nothing has happened so far so-” Sam sighed and both you and Dean gave him a look without knowing just how much they matched “What? Not even sorry about it. Can we just focus on the case right now because it's more important than your hidden feelings for each-”

“Alright!” Dean exclaimed a little too loud and a little too fast “Nope. No need to go into any more detail there. No need at all!”

“For once I think I agree.” you mumbled, your eyes slowly casting down as you avoided looking at Dean more than anything or anyone.

The older Winchester sighed heavily and gave his brother a look “You speak up once and that's what comes out of your mouth? Really good job, Sammy. Thanks a whole freakin' lot.” he said in a gruff voice before dragging a hand down his face “Somehow I think out there's better than in here.” he added in a mutter, glancing at the door from which you entered as the chaos and shouting kept going on outside.

You managed a small laugh, nodding your head you whispered softly “You tell me.” and it earned a small mile from him in return as you glanced at each other.

“Hey, it's not my fault you two-” Sam started but, thankfully for you, he stopped himself by shaking his head “Nevermind. We've got bigger problems right now than you two's... that.”

If you weren't so terrified of the current situation and of spilling all of your real feelings to Dean in that moment then you would have taken a second or two to think over what Sam nearly said, but you didn't.

“On another issue-” a small smile lifted at the corners of your lip lifting into a smile, looking up from your plastic cup with water, at Sam “Celine Dion is not that bad.”

“Why do I have a feeling you're mocking me right now?” the younger Winchester narrowed his eyes at you and you managed a small giggle.

“No, I mean it. Besides, I can't lie, can I?” you said matter-of-factly with a small smile and shrug “Maybe even, dare I say, better than Elvis.”

You heard a shocked gasp come from the older Winchester “You didn't just dare say that.”

“Well, come on Dean! Sammy's right.” you insisted, effectively getting off the topic of your and Dean's relationship – whatever that was – even though you'd have secretly loved to tease him a bit more about it “You can't deny the fact thatshe's got a great voice and the way she manages to handle it when singing is incredible! Besides, didn't you hear her song on the new Deadpool movie? Man, I can't stop listening to it. It's seriously amazing!”

“Yeah, Ashes has got to be one of her more amazing latest songs. The way sings those high notes is remarkable.” Sam nodded his head enthusiastically.

“I know right?” you both started getting even more passionate about the topic, while all Dean could do was look back and forth at the two of you with a look of real horror on his face “I still can't get over the fact how it manages to give me shivers every time I hear it! It's insane, it's incredible and it's-” you stopped when you noticed the way Dean was looking at the two of you when you got excited over Celine Dion “What?” you asked him with a frown.

“Seriously?” he asked, face laced with utter disappointment for the both of you “Seriously, is this what's just happening?”

“What, why?” you blinked with a frown and he still kept the look on his face.

“You're really going to talk about... this right now? This is the talk? I can't even believe what I'm hearing. I can't even believe the answer you previously gave me-” he pointed at Sam “I mean I expected a different answer but that? That I didn't see coming. It was just- no, nope. Definitely not! I can't accept this, it's just too much. I can't even believe this.” he was now talking to himself, too shocked and probably horrified to speak about anything else.

Only thing you did was roll your eyes and let him ramble on as you took a sip of your water. But with the words that were about to leave, you wished you wouldn't have made that choice. “And now this? Both of you? I- My brother and the love of my life are both chosing Celine Dion over Elvis like it's the most simple thi-”

You choked right then and there when you heard him speak. You coughed, trying to get yourself to calm down and then tried to get some air in your lungs before you finally looked at him with eyes and asked in a whisper “Wh-who?”

Dean was also frozen in his place, his eyes equally wide when he realized the truth that accidentally spilled from his lips “Wh-who?” he repeated nervously.

You pushed off the desk you were leaning on and took a step closer to him “Dean.. What did you just call me?”

“What did I just call you?” another nervous laugh or maybe more like a scared one. If he did answer he would inevitably say the truth and that would just make it worse. Not that things weren't already very bad for him. You had heard him, despite your question, you had heard him crystal clear and there was no taking it back, no saying it was a joke because it was the one and only truth and he could say no other.

“Dean” you repeated his name and took a step closer to him. He would've taken one back but gosh if he was taken by theway you said his name, the way you looked at him, the way you looked in general, the way- aaaaand he was distracted by you again, typical. “What was that?”

“M-my name?” it came out as a bit of a question, but you shook your head at him. What he couldn't help but get hooked on was the small smile that played on your lips.

“No. I meant what you said before. What did you say before?”

“Som- something?” again it came out almost a bit squeaky and nervous as he started to back away, motioning to the door behind him that blocked you from the chaos going on outside “Y-you know what?” he laughed awkwardly “That-” and as if on que there was a scream “Doesn't sound good. Like nowhere near good... probably a lot better than what's going on here in here and I really think I should check it out.”

“N- no. Wa- wait-” you blinked, surprised and not sure if you could believe this “Don't go. Don't- Wait, you sure you want to get out there right now?”

“Nope, definitely not.” he said with a nervous laugh “But I need to get out of here before I die of embarrassment in here or worse before you reject me after what I just said- oh fucking hell.” he added in the end, before practically running out of the room, leaving you stunned to blink in surprise and shock and... probably complete and total happiness but you didn't have the chance to show him.

...

“What did he just call me?” you whispered a couple seconds after Dean was gone, too shocked to comprehend or think of anything else but the way he called you.

“Love of his life.” Sam said very casually and very fast for your poor heart to take “And believe me, he totally means it.” he looked up at you with a smile “Like, absolutely and entirely means it. And I could pretend I didn't hear but eh I already know it and I can't lie because-” he shrugged “Well, I can't lie and I actually love it right now. Yeah, that has actually been going on for years and if he asks why I told you? Well, oops the truth slipped out. Yeah-” he nodded his head at his own thoughts “Yeah, sounds like a good excuse. Huh wouldn't have thought of that? Finally getting to deal with this and he can't even blame me for it or want to get me back for it. Yeah, this is actually very good. It's-”

“Sam!” you exclaimed, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him forward, making him shut up “Rambling. Stop it. More important matters Now. Dean. Called me love of his life. What did he mean and how long has he felt that way without me knowing?!”

“Wow ok, calm down first, will you?” he asked and you shot him a look at which he rolled his eyes “Alright, I get it, not possible. Well uh to answer your question, about 6 years now. I'm not sure, I kinda lost count after the fourth year.” he sighed as you let go of him “It's seriously a real torture watching you both be helplessly and hopelessly in love with each other and not say a damn word. To watch you both pin so hard over the other, practically melting when you look at the other, showering each other with love and keep calling the other friend while giving such obvious heart eyes to the other, bedroom eyes for sure too, to stare longingly at each other and act like you’re some school kids falling in love for the first time and not being able to say a damn thing about it! It’s like, really, there were times when I just wanted to tell at the two of you to get a room or was on the verge of locking you in one myself or even grabbing you both and-”

“Sam!” you exclaimed so loudly they would have surely heard you outside but you didn’t care, it got him to stop rambling (not that you weren’t interested in what he was saying because- Dean giving you heart eyes when you weren’t looking? You had to ask him about that for sure!) “Yu’re getting distracted!”

“Right.” he cleared his throat “Sorry. Sorry. Truth spilling out too fast I guess.”

“The truth, yeah, of course.” you nodded your head slowly “You’re right, you’re absolutely right.” you nodded your head before you hastly started making your way to the door “I gotta leave. You’re gonna be ok here on your own?”

“Of course. B-but- Leave? Go where and do what?” he blinked a couple times.

“Follow your brother and probably-” you paused at the door, turning to look at him and let a soft breath that mixed with a laugh “Definitely kiss the living heaven out of him. Like, yep, gonna get me than man now. I’ve loved him for just as long and boy does it feel good to be able to say it know he feels the same.” you laughed softly “So yeah, you might wanna stay in there though, cause I can’t promise kissing is all we’re gonna be doing. Like, I doubt I’m gonna be able to pull away from him and frankly-” you looked at him with a grin “I don’t want to.”

“Of course you don’t. Of course.” Sam only laughed and shook his head as you hastily exited the room.

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