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strawberryblue-blog · 3 months

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Sea of love —Fermin Lopez.

summary: After being in love with Fermin for many years being Gavi's sister, he finally confesses and the sea is a witness of your love.

warnings: none. (mention of alcohol, discomfort, bad language)

word count: +4k.

#SEXYNOTE: I'm sorry for the delay :( I was taking exams. How is everything going? Kisses, love you <3

Laughter erupted in the living room when you saw your brother do something stupid. Everyone knew that Gavi was the life of the night and that his 'guess what' attempts were not something he did very well, even more so when he was drunk but he still ended up being the funniest thing in the world. Unfortunately your mood wasn't the best these days and you were just drowning your sorrows in alcohol.

Trying to forget.

Bottles of beer lay on the floor, on the living room table, sofa and even on the kitchen counter. Summer vacation was something you really loved when it came to coming to your house by the sea, where everything was surrounded by trees, beaches and flowers, a swimming pool with beautiful views and a summer barbecue.

Your parents and sister had gone on a trip and your brother had thought of coming with his friends and inviting your girlfriends for a great vacation. Something you couldn't say no to, as you had been looking forward to it for a long time but weren't excited enough to really enjoy it.

You loved this place but you hated being here right now.

Laughter and screams could be heard all around you, but you weren't really listening to them, not when your eyes were anchored on the boy sitting a few feet in front of you, as if he was the only person in the world. Trying to get his gaze back or at least a little bit of interest from him.

You felt empty, forgotten, ignored and trampled on. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Let's dance" your friend tried to take your hands, but you refused. "Don't be an old lady!" she shrieked snorting.

You smiled a little trying to hide your pain. Your spirits weren't very high today, nor were they a few weeks ago, not after he rejected you like that. You just wanted to drink until you passed out drunk and forget everything.

Falling in love with one of your brother's best friends was a myth for some but a reality for you. A reality that hurt.

Fermin Lopez was the typical young prodigal and kind, who has all the girls at his feet and with that angel face and smile that bewitches, you could not blame them. You had also fallen into his net.

But he would never touch you, his words, not yours.

"Did you come to cry for a man or to fuck three others instead?" your flirtatious friend whispered and pointed to the other members of the group, Ferran, Joao and Pedri.

Your gaze wandered to three drunken boys laughing and joking with each other, playing with your brother and your other friends. You laughed in denial they were just like that, a couple of idiots.

"I'll pass" you whispered. She nodded and kissed your forehead tenderly.

"Well if you don't, i do" she joked with an amused grimace. You laughed before finishing your bottle of beer and watching her walk off after the partying soccer players.

You got up from your spot and walked barefoot around the dining room to your slippers, quickly putting them on. You needed air or to get out of this place before you exploded.

Unseen, you opened the back patio door and stepped out hugging yourself as the evening breeze hit you. It was a pleasant night, the stars were shining brightly overhead, the moon was lighting up the sand on the beach, the tree branches were barely moving.

You sighed a breath of air and took it all in hard. You had been putting up with it all, the journey here, days eating at his side, nights criss-crossing him in the bathroom, evenings and mornings enjoying your own home. It was hell.

You were rethinking to yourself if it had been a good idea to come or if it would have been better to stay in Barcelona, in your small apartment with your studies and your strong emotions. You walked without fear, down from your house until you reached the beach, feeling the waves lapping on the shore. The lighting was dim but at least you could see perfectly where you were stepping and even the moon helped with that. You sat on the sand feeling it grainy under your body, sniffling dejectedly.

It had been at least a couple of years since you had felt this. The feeling of having everything but at the same time nothing, that everything was out of your reach and there was no escape. A tear fell down your cheek and you blamed it on the alcohol that had undoubtedly taken its toll on your body.

You closed your eyes smelling the warm scent of the summer night enjoying the feeling of your limbs burying in the sand when you took off your shoes and the salty of your tears sticking to your face when they came out uncontrollably. Feeling the sensation of being alone in front of the sea with only your feelings drowning you and your bad decisions.

You didn't want to go back to that living room knowing that Fermin was there. You had been on good terms but it was clear that you didn't want to be just his friend and he ignored you completely, except that he felt obligated to greet you when you met in the mornings or ask you for something because he was at your house when Gavi was busy.

After a while behind your back, you heard someone walking by but you ignored them. It was probably one of your friends, your brother or the boys seeing you leave.

Your body was surrounded by a thin layer of clothing, over your summer bikini, giving you validity when the breezes blew your hair. You touched the jacket on your shoulders and its scent came straight to your nostrils, making you bristle.

Damn it.

"What are you doing here?" you heard his voice above your peace.

Your body froze.

You hadn't expected him to come at all, he hadn't even seen you leave, in fact he had never seen you. What was he doing here? Why did he come? To keep hurting you? How dare he? First he ignored you worldwide as if you didn't exist for him and now he appeared out of nowhere with some concern?

"Y/n..." he called out to you when he heard silence. "It's late, it's not safe for you to be alone here, come in the house" he asked from behind.

You raised an incredulous eyebrow.

A hand from his hands touched gently, calling out to you. A shiver ran down your back but you removed your shoulder as if you were a capricious child. Fermin removed his hand quickly at your discomfort.

"I like being alone" came out of your mouth with some wariness.

"I know" he affirmed. Again there was silence but this time, Fermin moved and sat a little away from you. He was respecting your space, you had always liked that about him. He was cautious and kind.

"I like you too" you kept saying. Again you were sure it was the alcohol talking but it was so true.

Fermin sighed. "We talked about... this."

You clicked your tongue. A wry chuckle escaped your lips at the memory.

"Yeah, i know. I'm not your type and you only see me as a friend" you blanched your eyes sighing.

Suddenly, again tears invaded your eyes. But you weren't going to cry, not in front of Fermin.

"It's not that Y/n, you're confused and don't know what you want" he reasoned lifting his shoulders.

"What do you know what i feel?" you snatched raising your voice. "What the fuck do you know what i want!?" you shouted.

The situation was starting to make you desperate and to see him there, so calm with his soft voice and confident feelings. He clearly didn't want you.

"Gavi would never agree to this, it's not right. He's my best friend" he kept excusing himself.

Rage started to build up in your body every time a word came out of his mouth. Why the fuck did he keep making stupid excuses? First you weren't his type, then your brother and now what?

You loved Fermin. Since you were eleven you were in love with him but he never looked at you with different eyes. Was it so hard for him to tell you? Was he such a coward?

"Go away" you asked hugging yourself in the cool night. "Forget everything and fuck off" you spat.

The urge to scream got stuck in your throat when he looked ahead and sighed without saying anything. You were letting him go, why the fuck wouldn't he leave. He didn't want you to come closer, he had asked you explicitly, but why did he come here? He wasn't looking for explanations or he wasn't going to give them either, why had he come in the first place?

He had broken your heart into a thousand pieces from day one. You knew he went out with other girls and that didn't bother you but sometimes it was unbearable, it hurt. Even so, you always kept choosing to love him because the heart doesn't decide who to fall in love with. It just happened.

He had been Gavi's friend since you were little and with that, you also knew him. You had no memories where Fermin was not present as you became a teenager. He was the person who protected you and took care of you, the one who beat up idiots when they tried to get with you, the one who took you home when you were drunk, the one who covered for you when you went out with friends, the one who defended you from Aurora and Pablo when they played with you.

How could you not fall in love? If he was always sweet to you, always watching you with that smile on his face, always worried about you. Fermin wasn't just your brother's best friend, he was like your brother. But you hated that part. Because that was the answer to everything, you were just that to Fermin Lopez.

He knew everything about you and that was your weakest point. He knew how you felt, he knew you liked him and he knew how you were suffering. And that you were a disaster.

You got up from the ground and started walking to the sea. You wanted to get away from him as soon as possible, besides it was all he wanted but he was still there. Sitting silently with his head hidden between his knees like a coward.

Fuck it. Your feet came in contact with the water and you shivered as you felt it was freezing but you weren't going to stop. You were going in deeper and deeper as tears slipped down your cheeks, love was cruel and it hurt to be in love. Why couldn't it be reciprocated, why did it have to end like this?

I guess this was the end. Your end. Not the end you wanted but the only one fate had for you.

Shit fate.

You took a last breath before sinking into the freezing cold water shivering but when you submerged everything disappeared. Your clothes got wet and your hair floated but you didn't care that you were shivering underwater, you didn't hear anything anymore, you were just there. Sinking under your feelings with your broken heart.

The water surrounded your body and tried to push you up but you held steady under it, feeling the silence and darkness beneath you.

At least when you came out Fermin wouldn't be there. Or so you hoped because it would be really embarrassing for him to see you a mess. The mess he had made. He didn't care and it was okay, it was already a hopeless case. You were going to get over it.

Maybe Fermin was right and your feelings were confused or maybe you were infatuated and it would all pass. At least you were praying that when you surfaced it had all been a dream.

When your lungs began to feel the lack of air, you stayed in the water. You weren't going to do anything crazy but you needed a little adrenaline to take your mind off it. Your limbs were cold and the tears had stopped flowing and had mixed with the deep sea water.

Arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you up, pushing you out as your lungs took in air again in desperate gasps.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, y/n!" he yelled trying to help you float, his hands holding your waist tightly as you continued to gasp for air.

Your vision was a little blurry, because of the darkness and the drunken state but your body recognized that touch. His soft fingers pressed against your skin and you trembled.

"It's fucking freezing!" he shrieked again at your silence. "Are you crazy?" he continued. "What would have happened if i left?"

"Nothing, stop acting like you really cared" you replied dryly trying to pull away. You wanted to swim away from him, back to shore and go far away but his arms stopped you.

"I fucking care about you, Y/n!" mentioned harsh. You moved your shoulders catching your breath but when he said your name you were out of breath again.

"Tell me what you want" he said angrily. It was one of the few times you had seen him like that, his eyebrows were furrowed, he was worried but you could tell his neck stood out and he was red, he was definitely angry.

"I told you to leave me" you said again gritting your teeth from the cold.

"I'm not doing it!" he replied but you denied and turned to resolutely get out of the water.

You heard it hit against the water but you tried again to get out, it held you again stopping you. The breeze hit your body and your skin bristled under the water.

"Tell me what the fuck you want!" he shouted at the top of his lungs and you looked up at him until you faced him.

"You, Fermin!" you shouted just as loudly. "I want you" your voice was choppy but you still screamed euphoric.

You weren't afraid to scream. You knew what you wanted and compared to him you weren't going to be quiet no matter if your brother or anyone else could hear you. Even though you were literally inside the sea, there was no one else around but the two of you and your friends were too busy partying to notice what was going on outside.

Your chest was rising and falling and despite feeling your heart almost explode, you dealt with it. Fermin was speechless and then you sighed in denial. Was that what he wanted? To humiliate you again? He had. It wasn't the first time you had told him how you felt but here you were still, feeling your heart break with every feeling.

"You don't understand" he murmured slowly. He was already calm and you were still on fire.

"What, Fermin?" you replied exhausted from the situation.

"I can't choose between you and your brother" he whispered and your heart jumped. "It's not fair" he said taking a step forward.

Why would he have to choose you? You weren't asking him to choose you, you were asking him to love you. This wasn't about Gavi but in some part you understood. And that terrified you too. But it wasn't a valid excuse when it came to love, it didn't matter at all when it was true. You understood perfectly well that sometimes love was unrequited but he always came close and made you feel special, as if he knew exactly what you felt having him around. As if he felt the same but ended up walking away or excusing himself.

"I can't put you in that situation, i can't put Pablo in that situation either" he kept saying. "You don't understand, you're beautiful and i really like you but it's not the right thing to do."

You nodded slowly. Your belly churned and your eyes threatened to tear up but you stopped them. You really had a hard time deciphering if his words were true or if he was trying to comfort you and excuse himself, either way it didn't make sense anymore.

"You are the most beautiful girl i have ever met, you are funny and caring, you loved your friends and family, you always take care of everyone and expect nothing in return" his hands cupped your cheeks and lifted your dull face. The waves gently lapped your bodies and the sound was music behind his words.

Your eyes were watery and your heart pounded, their cold bodies surrounded by water and their fingers were icy but nothing mattered. His touch burned your skin and you felt the closeness of their body, making you sway.

"You drive me crazy" he whispered. "You know what it's like to see you every day? With that beautiful smile but then when you see me it disappears, to see you sad and not being able to hug you, i can't touch you, i can't tell you how i feel about you" he confessed so close to you and your face cradled in his hands.

Were you still in a dream? was it true? or was it a lie? you no longer knew if this was true or if your unconscious was creating a parallel reality to your pain. Although his skin over yours indicated to you that this was really happening, you had never felt it so close, so true, so real before.

"Why?" you asked defeated. "Why don't you?" you pleaded.

Fermin caressed your face, shaking his head, his eyes lowered to your lips and looked at you hungrily, desperately.

"I can't" he barely said.

He wanted to kiss you. Those words were an attempt to converse to himself, Fermin wanted to kiss you. His voice trembled and he refused holding back.

"I can't" he repeated and you didn't let him think about it.

You were probably going to regret this but you couldn't help yourself and kissed him. You took his face and pressed your lips against Fermin's, taking him by surprise. But as if it was an instinct, he reciprocated a few seconds later.

The feeling of happiness invaded your stomach and you felt how the whole world revolved around you. It wasn't the first time you kissed a boy but it was definitely the first time you felt something like this. A shiver ran from the tips of your toes to your last hair and made you bristle. Fermin's hands took your waist delicately groping the area before placing them there.

The kiss was delicate, awkward and tender. As if it was a first time. Because it really had been, it was the first time you kissed Fermin and you knew it was going to stay engraved in your heart. The waves moved your bodies but Fermin's hands held you tight and made you feel safe.

"You have no idea what you just did" he whispered as your foreheads pressed together.

"I didn't do anything" you jokingly defended yourself.

"You do everything" he said again and cupped your face in his hands.

His eyes shone like headlights and you wondered was that if how the stars above you looked. The touch of his skin against yours was familiar, Fermin always touched you but this time it felt different.

Again his lips sought contact with yours but you stopped him, pulling away a little to make space between you. It was obvious you wanted to kiss him but you were afraid that after he kissed you, Fermin would run.

"You said we couldn't" you murmured biting your lip.

Nerves were itching in your belly and you were desperate to feel his lips but you couldn't let him hurt you again.

"You kissed me first" he replied whimpering. You smiled in denial.

"Because i know what i want!" you squealed determined. You had always known and not because you wanted to meant he could use you.

Fermin sighed releasing your cheeks. The chill ran through your body again as he moved a little further away, pulling away from you.

"Pablo is my best friend" he said scratching the back of his neck.

"So what?" you snatched, you were going to get it all out today.

It was all or nothing.

"Don't do this to me, y/n" he pleaded worriedly.

You weren't doing anything. Nothing he didn't want, was he going to blame you? Couldn't he set the record straight? For not wanting to admit how he felt?

Pablo was not an obstacle, you knew that if this was real he would support them. Of course it would cost him, first he would get angry and act offended, then he would too but in the end he would accept his. And if he didn't he'd be damned, it was your damned life and Fermin's.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked taking a step closer. You lifted your shoulders.

Of course love was scary. Everyone painted it as something beautiful but after being ignored several times by Fermin you were beginning to believe that love was just part of Disney stories.

"It's okay if you want to let me go but you have to at least try first" you complained disappointed.

"I don't want to hurt you" he mentioned and his arms grabbed your forearms again. You wanted to pull away but Fermin took you in his arms and wrapped his arms around you against his body. Again you felt his overwhelming warmth and the cold disappeared, at times you felt on top and at others underneath.

"You already do..." you whispered so slowly that the words vanished on the breeze.

"I'm sorry, Y/n" he apologized squeezing you. "I love you and I don't want to lose this thing we have" he said in one ear.

"We won't lose it if you really want me" you admitted.

"I really want you" His eyes spoke before yours.

Your heart was pounding a mile a minute. You were agitated and excited at the same time, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to touch him, you wanted Fermin to hold you and not let go. Your fingers caressed his locks of hair and his hands took your waist, rising up to surround it and stay on top of him.

"Let's not tell Pablo yet" he whispered kissing your forehead softly.

His words made you raise your head until you could see his face. Had he really said that?

"Tell him what, Fermin?" you asked pretending not to notice.

"About us" he murmured clear and precise.

Every atom in your body began to jump with happiness. A smile was marked on your lips and quickly spread it towards the boy.

About us. It sounded unreal coming out of his mouth. You had always had feelings for each other but only you would admit them. Now he was the one saying it and you began to wonder if that's what love felt like.

Fermin grabbed you by the face again.

"I've been in love with you for as long as i've known you, i don't understand how i could endure these years, i don't understand how i could push you away like this" he whispered caressing you.

Your eyes watered. The night was perfect. You surrounded by darkness, under the starlight with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the water surrounding your bodies, it felt like a real dream you had ever had.

Only this time it wasn't.

You were here, in the sea, your favorite place, with your favorite person.

"I really love you, Y/n" he said firmly.

He couldn't hold it in any longer and brought their lips together again.

#football imagines #football one shot #imagine #fc barcelona #fermin lopez #fermin lopez x reader #fermin lopez x you #pablo gavi

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flowery-mess · 2 months

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Honeymoon with Noah

MATCHING SWIMMING SUIT

You thought you would have to beg him to match, but surprisingly he gave in very soon

That's because he secretly loves it

He loves showing that you're his and he loves seeing you happy, that's both in one

You wanted to go to explore a new country, like somewhere in europe or in asia

But then you decided for the basic Maldives honeymoon, because with your work and his work, you don't really have time to relax this way

So you agreed on 10 days full of sea and beach and sun

Noah wanted to stay at thise little houses above water, but that would send you into a coma

Water scares you and you wouldn't sleep for the whole 10 days, thinking that some bigger wave could splash your house down

So you agreed on little house apartment close to the beach

There is something about traveling with your partner and you just love it

Sleepy drive to the airport, sleep some more on the flight and then yay you're in heaven

Sunscreen

I repeat, SUNSCREEN

Have you seen videos of Noah from festivals? Cause he was RED

And so are you, easy to get sunburned

So you both apply lots of sunscreen, looking funny

But you'd rather look funny then be in pain the next day

You spend lot of time in water too

You're snorkeling

Or you're racing like little kids, " I bet I can get faster to that rock than you"

Or you're just hugging each other, stealing little kisses once in a while

It's just easy to do these things when the beach is almost empty and most of the people don't know who Noah is

You do activities like going on a cruise or snorkeling lessons

Noah told staff of the complex you're in that you're newlyweds and that it's your honeymoon, so one night they surprise you with private dinner

There are candles, flowers, wine, lights and anything else you would want on a romantic dinner

There is also lots of different lingeries, different kinds, different colors... do I need to say more

All of those things make the honeymoon feel like it lasted just 10 seconds, not 10 days

Before you know it you're on a flight back home

Sad it came to an end, but like happy sad?

You left just a few days after the wedding, now you were in your own bubble, so you're excited to see what marriage in everyday life will be

You're also both very happy with the way you live your life, so you're happy to come back to your home, to your jobs and friends

But you also agree that vacation like this every once in a while isn't bad idea

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens imagine #noah sebastian x reader #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nick ruffilo #noah sebastian band #bad omens band #bad omens cult

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mareposie · 1 year

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When she realizes she fell in love, Yor finally sees Loid as a man and not just Anya’s father and it unlocks everything inside of her, the Briar complex syndrome. She develops a husband complex. When Anya reads her mind, all she can see his Loid, Loid, Loid, Loid, Loid. She annoyed but happy because Loid thinks a lot about how Yor is lately and feels overwhelmed in a good way.

Yor blushes all the time and gets startled whenever Loid touches her. She notices how incredibly sexy her husband is and wants to distance herself from him because she doesn’t know how to handle her feelings. Whenever she does the laundry she just smell his t-shirts, she often wears his sweaters because he knows she prefers them over hers, she gives him painful massages when his back hurts, she puts him chapstick whenever she puts some on Anya, she asks Millie to teach her about makeup and Camila to teach her how to prepare a bento so she can spoil him in the morning. Everyone is genuinely annoyed by Yor’s big crush on her husband because she never shuts up about him.

One day she accidentally cooks croquettes for the family and his reaction breaks her heart because she didn’t know croquettes were his favorite food when he was a kid. She avoids him like the plague and cries at night because she thinks she crossed a line as his fake wife. Anya can read the room and cries at school because she thinks they will have a divorce and get rid of her, Becky suggests that she spends the weekend at her mansion so her parents can have some private time. Before Anya leaves with Bond she says “Mama and Papa need to make out (up) because a fight is no good” and they blush hard.

Yor wants to avoid Loid again and it pains him because God knows he tries hard to talk to her about what happened, she refused to go on a date because she feels sick and she just goes in her room for the entire evening. When she wakes up after crying herself to sleep again, she sees Loid checking her body temperature and giving her meds. There is an awkward silence and he finally tells her that the croquettes were so good, it reminded him of his childhood and it felt so real it just made him sad. Yor cries and apologizes but he thanks her because he was able to feel like a human again after such a long time.

He hugs her and thanks her again for being in his life. She hugs him back with a lot of strength and refuses to let go, he doesn’t complain, even when her body slowly falls down in her bed. She can hear his sobbing and caressed his hair softly. He looks at her, their chests are crushed against each other and a tear falls on her face, rolling down her cheek. She grabs his face and kisses him, scared of being rejected and guess what, he kisses her back with more passion and bites her lip so she has to open her mouth and allow his tongue to sneak in.

That’s how they spent the most intimate night of their lives. Making love, sweating, kissing, sobbing, devouring each other, begging, crying each other’s name, thanking each other for being there and promising to never leave. Ever. Between two rounds they just kiss each other’s scars.

When finally Yor wakes up in the morning, she sees him looking at her with the love of the world in his eyes and he hugs her even if she complains about her body being sticky and smelling but he doesn’t care. They take a bath together and he is the little spoon, she washes his hair and body with a sponge while he talks about he wants to take her on a date or a whole vacation to the hot springs, or a lake house unless she prefers the sea, he wonders if he should get another ring or matching gold bracelets, also they need to tell Anya they make out like she told them to do, he can’t just shut up so she kisses him and giggles.

#spy x family #spy x family headcanons #twiyor #Yor Forger #loid forger

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infraaa · 1 year

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『here we go guys! SNOWY DRIVE is here! Just some brief context, if anyone is familiar with Twisted Wonderland, this series is loosely based off of the overblots. This will be one of my largest projects yet! Let me know if you want to see more of these, and let’s give a round of applause to @m00re-devi1s for the idea! 👏👏👏』

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄

affogato cookie x gn!reader

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • • ❥❥❥

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • •

tw // narcissitic parenting, domestic abuse, emotional incest, implied absentee parents, abortion, implied mature themes cw // affogato, latte, and espresso are siblings in this series. This stems from my own headcanons that I posted sometime ago.

TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

It was still snowing— heavily. However that didn’t stop Affogato and the gang, no no no.

Affogato knew how to get around in bastardly cold weather, whether rain, hail, sleet or snow. He had modified his car just enough for it to be able to withstand the wintery pressure. Yet he felt unsure… driving alongside his partner, brother and sister, and a few friends from the Tower of Sweet Chaos he worked alongside. You had been pressing him for a vacation, to get away from it all and to go have some relaxing fun somewhere. Of course, eventually he caved to your cries after you managed to rack up a following. He had this cabin in the north that used to belong to his mother, a snowy Christmas cabin where Affogato, Latte, and Espresso grew up. It was on the outskirts of the wintery coffee village, some ways away from the Licorice Sea. Chillhop music emanated from his radio, as Licorice had fallen asleep some time after they took off. Red Velvet sat next to the sleeping necromancer, looking out the window as they drove out at the wintery roads and trees. You sat next to Espresso and Latte, who were both reading books that they had brought with them, clearing their throats every so often with the turn of either every off white or pristine page. You have fallen asleep on Espresso’s shoulder before long, it was just too warm and cozy not to, and hell Espresso always smelled so good— of coffee and old books, and he always wore this clean smelling cologne that had hints of vanilla in it that made you drool at times.

It was definitely one hell of a drive, it took you lot four hours to get from point A to your destination. When you all did arrive however, it was truly a sight to behold. Sure it looked a little run down due to no one living in it for so long, but before your take off, you and Affogato had temporary services started, and you both cleaned the shit out of that house. “Damn, you plowed the crap out of the driveways.” Licorice muttered. “I know, I told him not to but of course, he didn’t listen.” Affogato laughed at you, walking up on the wooden front porch that was semi laden with ice. “You forgot to put salt on the porch, silly. Come on, it’s cold.” Affogato unlocked the front door to unleash a torrent of warmth, which greeted the lot of you with open arms, it was like a big hug from your mother. Red Velvet ran in the cabin with quite the frenzy, “Bathroom.” Espresso pointed over to his left, “turn right it’ll be the first door you come across.” The crimson general nodded and ran off. “Well, get settled. Espresso and Latte, show y/n, Licorice, and Red Velvet around the cabin.” They both nodded at their older brother’s orders, and waited for Red Velvet to finish up. The gang was led around by the younger siblings as Affogato and you straightened out the small dining area that the cabin had. It was very rustic— like the house had been established a long time ago. The table and chairs matched, slightly worn due to use, and the cushions on the seat were impressioned permanently. You looked over to Affogato, who had walked through to the kitchen to set up plates, glass and tableware. While he was doing that, you got the crockpot together along with the things needed for your dinner.

Affogato set down a group of spoons on a folded set of paper towels and then looked over at the table in the dining area. He started getting this familiar feeling in his stomach, however it shocked him at first, considering he hasn’t felt it in a while. He started to have a vision… a vision of something he never wished he’d see again.

Affogato, Latte, and Espresso were all sitting at the kitchen table, looking up to their mother. She blinked at the three of them before clearing her throat, a deep, yet clear and stern voice emanating from her throat as she spoke. “Okay. I am your mother, and since I am your mother, I am automatically equipped with an internal polygraph test inside of me. So I will ask the three of you a question, and I shall determine whether or not I believe there’s deception. Let’s start with my baby, Espresso. Espresso, what have you done today?” The young espresso fixed his bulky glasses and smiled, “I dusted the furniture down and helped Latte with the laundry! I also studied for my upcoming exams.” The tall woman nodded, fixing her platinum blonde hair, the darker brown streaks at the top falling beautifully down her head. “No deception detected, Latte?”

Latte put her hands on the table and looked at her mother for a second before speaking, “I did the laundry, folded it and put it away, prepped the table for dinner, cleaned the bathroom, all of our rooms, and the living room.” Their mother looked somewhat impressed, cracking a smile at Latte before nodding. “We don’t usually get this far,” she muttered happily to herself, “No deception detected.” “Why would I lie to you, mama?” Latte asked with an innocent smile, which made Espresso huff in annoyance. “Moving on lastly to the eldest, Affogato?” He smirked, before raising a hand to quickly move his matching platinum and chocolate brown bangs away from his face before speaking.

“I did the dishes, straightened the couch, took the dogs out, made dinner, cut the grass, front and back, plus the neighbor’s grass, paid the electric and phone bills, prepped our lunches for tomorrow morning, made sure our outfits for school were pressed and assessed, did my homework, helped Espresso with his, and… I believe that’s it.”

His mother took a second to analyze all that Affogato had told her before crossing her arms, which made the young boy confused. “…I believe there’s more.” She countered. “Deception. Affogato, what all have you done?” He swallowed before clearing his throat, remembering to keep calm, “took the trash out, brought the recycle back, refilled the food and water bowls for the dogs, and I brought back all of your mail and organized it in the drawer.” “Affogato, deception. I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Latte and Espresso looked to their older brother in confusion and in shock. He did mostly everything that day in the house, what could he not have done? Everything else that could have been done was already done by someone else, plus he did the bulk of it all. But there was something that he had been hiding from her… something he knew she wouldn’t like. “I… I found a girl, mama. I started talking to a girl.”

She widened her eyes in half laden shock, before rolling her eyes and putting a few fingers to her temples. “Affogato?” He sighed, his attention switching over to Latte, who was elbowing his side and mouthing out the words, ‘just come out with it.’ He looked back up to his already disappointed mother, and put his hands on the table. “And I… invited her to the house.” This made her SNAP, and SLAM down on the dining room table which made Latte and Espresso jump in their seats. “Y’all didn’t do anything now did you?!” “No, mama!” She looked over to her younger children, who looked back to her in fear. “He didn’t! I swear mama, he didn’t!” Latte shook, sending a rivlet of relief through Affogato’s body. A minute passed, one that seemed like an hour, when finally their mother straightened up, cleared her throat once more, and looked Affogato straight in the eye. “…we shall talk about this at a later date, capeesh?” He nodded quickly, so as to not disturb her again. “Yes mama.”

The sun set that night, and after Espresso and Latte were tucked in neatly in their cozy beds, Affogato on the other hand would go into another unraveling nightmare that would be the pointless scolding of his mother. Something so little, so minor, could be taken as a travesty, and as she yelled at her confused, lonely son in an attempt to straighten him over to something as minuscule as talking to and hanging out with a girl, one from his class even, he stared blankly into space.

“What did I tell you, boy?! You are not to socialize with females, do you want a child!?”

“No, mama!”

“Affogato..?”

“Then you should know that you could disgrace our family by doing that! One mustn’t go where one shouldn’t tread, do you understand that?”

“Yes, mama!”

“Affogato?”

“Be responsible and be a role model to your brother and sister, they don’t need you running the streets hot like an escort. You’re better than that, yet you do these things all the time, why can’t you be like your siblings?! They’re so obedient! Yet you have the audacity to lash out at my authority to do things such as this on a repetitive basis. First it was the fighting, the suspensions from school, the ridicule towards our family name and now you’re out here fucking GALAVANTING? You know I raised you better than this, so ACT. LIKE IT!”

“Affogato!”

Suddenly, the young man before you caught his breath, as though he was winded from running a marathon. He caught the silverware in his hand before it could slip from his thin fingers, and he looked at you in relief. “Oh… hey, y/n.” He stammered, clearing his throat out from his stupor, “I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just… deep in thought is all.” You cracked a smile and pat his cheek lightly in reassurance, causing him to gawk at you slightly. You were so quick to forgive, and he loved that about you. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted me to prepare any of the drinks for dinner.” He looked at the glasses stacked up in your hands, and swept his hair from his eyes in a rushed manner, clearing off some of the accumulated sweat from his forehead. “No, no… no you don’t have to… I’ll do it.” You nodded after a few seconds before putting a hand to his back, looking at him in his off white feline eyes you could tell something was off. Something wasn’t right. His forehead was moist and his face flush. Concern laid on your brow for just the slightest moment as you looked at your boyfriend. “Are you okay?--“ “Yes. I’m fine.” You let go of his back and looked at him for another second before taking the glasses back from off the counter and walking off to set them on the coasters on the table. He watched you awkwardly before going back to what he was doing, following you in with the rest of the supplies for the table.

Dinner was done, and everyone was called down to the dining room to eat. At first, Licorice was hesitant to eat because he hasn’t had Affogato’s cooking before. He sat at the table and looked at Red Velvet, who sat next to him, as well as everyone else currently seated. “Listen, I… I’ve never had his cooking before so can one of y’all try it first?” Latte prepared the bowls and sat them down on each saucer that everyone had in front of them, and with a smile, she set down Licorice’s bowl, making him grimace. “Are you implying that my brother may have done something to the soup?” He looked at the blonde cookie and nodded. Red Velvet suddenly started to chuckle under his breath. “Come on now, quit being a baby and try his food.” “Nah,” “Licorice I swear to god don’t embarrass me.” “I’ll let you know that Affogato had made us dinner in our youth growing up plenty of times,” Espresso interrupted, “and even afterward. And I can assure you, his food is edible.” You and Affogato found your seats at the table, and looked to Licorice, the whole dining room now coated in an awkward silence. Everyone’s eyes pointed to the necromancer, driving him to taste the food hesitantly, which then afterward, everyone else started eating. “Mm..” Red Velvet hummed as he swallowed. “I remember Affogato used to make jambalaya all the time in the winter. He always had a penchant for home cooking.” Latte commented, causing Affogato to smile, sipping his drink. “Is that what this is?” Licorice asked, with a confirming nod from Affogato.

They then finished eating, with Latte and Espresso opting to do the dishes and clean up. Everyone else, having full stomachs, either hung out in the family room or went to their quarters to rest for the night. Affogato however had different plans. While you slept, late in the night with everyone else gone to bed, he walked around the cabin aimlessly. He looked tired, but he just couldn’t find it in him to go to sleep. He itched at his skin and turned a corner back into the family room for what seemed like the fourth time. Walking out into the middle of the room he looked up at a picture that hung from the wall right next to the television. Even in the dark he could still tell who was in the golden frame— his grandmother. He walked up to the picture on the wall and aligned it so that it was straight, leaving his left hand on the bottom corner. His hand started to shake slightly, looking back over his shoulder to the couch behind him.

“So… your older brother has had the jarring possibility of conjuring up a child.” His mother walked around the living room, straightening her robes. Latte and Espresso sat on the couch in front of their mother as she paced, shocked yet somewhat not as surprised as you think they would be. “He did what now?” Latte asked, leaning forward slightly in place. Espresso hung his head, dark brown bangs falling over onto his face. “What happened?” Latte asked again. “You know I handled him already. Why can’t your older brother just… why can’t he just listen to me?” “Mama… I feel like he’s lonely. You never let us around Affogato to begin with, let alone speak to him.” Espresso countered, causing his mother to stare back at him, almost ominously. She grabbed a chair from over on the side of the room and sat in front of her two younger children, crossing her legs. Looking at both of them, she smirked, and adjusted her bangs. “Oh I know. As a matter of fact I am very well aware of the fact that you both go behind me and interact with him anyway despite me wanting to protect you both from corruption…” Espresso and Latte both looked at each other, then back at their mother who’s smirk only got taller. “I’m starting to suspect that you all knew about Affogato’s slip up before I did.”

Meanwhile, Affogato sat with his back against his bedroom door, his knees tucked under his chin. He was listening to the conversation that his mother was having with his brother and sister. He felt betrayal coarse through his body when he heard Espresso tell their mother that Latte knew about it, but he didn’t, leading her to ask him how he knew that she knew. After a moment of silence, Affogato quickly moved over from his door to his bed, looking out of his window into the backyard. He was grounded, arrested away from the outside world until further notice. But he thought he could get away… just this once. He unlocked his window, slender fingers turning the knobs, allowing the window to be lifted open. Oh, but there was a screen on the window! He would have to climb out of the top. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming towards his room. Quickly, he closed and locked his window back, just in time for his mother to walk in, seeing her eldest look back at her with a hand still on one of the notches. She raised her brow and looked at him with a smile, taking an extension cord out of the pocket of her robe.

“Mama… I-“ “Shut up.” He slowly lowered his hand and moved closer off of the bed, eyeing his opened front door, opened just enough for him to probably underhand his mother and run. However, she shut the door and walked towards her son, taking the extension cord and placing it around his neck, like a scarf. “You have two options,” his mother started darkly, “you can either A, come with me to the clinic tomorrow morning where you will be tested for any venereal diseases from whatever slut you fucked, and then we can take a visit to a urologist and set you up to be clipped… and the baby eighty sixed when the time comes…” taking the extension cord, she took that and wrapped around her own neck before twisting her son around so that he was bent over on the bed. “Or… you can take this ass beating, which regardless of which option you pick, you will be getting one anyway, and then we can take you to court to start the child support process. Now at the age of sixteen, I really don’t think you would want to be a teenage father, unable to support and or even possibly care for that spawn you conjured, since you can’t seem to pull out.”

Espresso and Latte walked outside of the cabin. They couldn’t bear to hear their eldest brother muffle his own screams of pain. They sat on the porch for a good twenty minutes or so, before going back inside to see that their mother had gone to bed. Quickly scurrying like kittens to their eldest brother’s room, and they could feel a lingering darkness still in the air. Latte softly knocked on the door. “GO AWAY!” She heard Affogato yell out. On the other side of the door, there sat a beaten Affogato with red marks on his back, his shirt torn off of him as it sat ripped on the floor. He cried into his pillow from the pain. From the other side of the door, Affogato opened his bloodshot eyes to hear Latte mutter out, “we love you,” before walking off.

He got a mandatory vasectomy the following week. He remembered having to sit at the dining table, at the sofa, his bed, anywhere really in discomfort and pain for what he felt like was the longest time. Shame coated his brain and his thoughts… at the very thought of him never being able to produce a child… even if he genuinely wanted one.

Standing motionless, Affogato then felt a bubbling in his stomach. He rushed over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, chugging it down before feeling the urge to choke. He rushed to the bathroom where he got sick. Waking you up, you walked to the bathroom to find Affogato heaving in the toilet. Sitting beside him, you held his hair, and at the end, he hugged you, trying so very hard to hold tears back. He had told you that it was probably the jambalaya that made his stomach upset, abnormally upset… like he contracted some kind of stomach bug. You nodded… still unsure of whether or not to believe him. After a second to collect himself, he brushed his teeth with another glass of water, and finally went to bed.

Birds chirped bright and early the next morning as coffee was being brewed for the gang. Affogato entered the kitchen and gave his sister a hug, something she hasn’t had in a long time. She hugged him back with a sleepy chuckle, handing him his coffee. “I didn’t know whether or not you put sugar or milk in your coffee.” He smiled, setting his coffee back down on the counter and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of coffee creamer. “Cream.” “In other words, liquid calories-“ “in other words Espresso, mind your business.” With a laugh from the younger man, he sipped his black, strong as hell coffee with a cocky look in his brown eyes. “By the way,” Espresso continued, taking some waffles out of the freezer, “wait a second I was gonna make pancakes-“ “No. Waffles.” Espresso countered Latte as she interrupted him mid sentence. “Anywho,” he spoke as Latte went to gather the stuff she needed to make breakfast anyway, “You threw up last night, something wrong?” So he heard him. Shit. Affogato took another drink of his coffee, now laden with AlmondJoy flavored coffee creamer, he shook his head. “You sure?” “What’s going on?” Latte asked, turning her head from the kitchen stove to look at her older brother in question. “He wasn’t feeling too good last night.” You walked in the kitchen and kissed Affogato on the cheek. “Now come on, we have to prepare breakfast and discuss our plans for the day.” Affogato put his hands together, as they were abnormally cold. He followed you back into the living room where he would sit his coffee down on the small table beside the couch and resume his morning routine.

Once again in the dining room, everyone was eating chocolate chip pancakes with either coffee or tea. “Our plans. What are they?” Licorice asked, taking a sip of his tea. “The runes of the Coffee Tribe are just a little ways away. We can walk around there and do some sightseeing. There’s also a small town up the street some miles, we can do some strip shopping.” Latte suggested happily. “Sounds good to me.” Red Velvet said, swallowing down his pancakes. “Man chill red velvet for real, scarfing down pancakes like it’s an Arby’s sandwich-“ “you’re not that much better princess.” Red Velvet countered, “that’s why don’t ever go out on dates, ‘cuz no one would wanna take your triflin’ ass out anywhere.”

No one would wanna take your triflin’ ass out anywhere.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO, AFFOGATO?! YOU HAVE NOT A POT TO PISS IN!”

“Affogato, please wait! She’s sorry-“

“LATTE!”

“Ah… dude?” Licorice snapped his finger in front of Affogato, who had appeared to have lost his train of thought and began to stare off into space again. “Oh! I’m sorry,” he muttered, cracking a smile. “Tired.”

Getting ready, packing the car up, they all make their way to this shopping center that Latte brought up. Espresso was sitting in the front passenger seat this time as he looked over at Affogato, who was driving once again but with a different look in his eye. He almost looked as though he was lost in his head behind the wheel, all the while having a dead look in his eye– no glimmer, no shine, just dead focus on the road and shallow rooted breathing. Espresso took out his phone and pulled up to text Latte, who was sitting in the back. A text tone could be heard in the midst of the soft music coming from the car radio. She looked at it.

Espresso – Today 10:49

『Hey, have you noticed that Affo has been acting out recently?』

Putting her phone on silent so that no one would get nosey, her rounded nails tapped softly on her phone screen as she responded to Espresso’s text after a second of thought. To be true, both of Affogato’s siblings have noticed that he has been behaving a little off ever since they arrived. However, as she slightly hesitated to press the blue arrow at the end of the message bar, she took a breath, nodded to herself, then sent her text. His phone vibrated–

latte bby – Today 10:51

『Yes… as a matter of fact, he's been acting weird even before we came here. He called me before he left his home supposedly to talk to me. He was nervous about going back to the cabin. He may be having flashbacks of our childhood. I would keep an eye on him, considering he has been feeling spacey for a bit, and him getting sick in the young hours of the morning out of nowhere… a tell tale sign. He’s definitely hiding something that he can’t hide from me.』

He looked back at his brother after reading her text with a little more of this newfound concern in his eyes. “You okay?” Espresso suddenly asked, in the midst of his worry. It took Affogato a second to respond clearly, nodding in the dead musical silence before muttering his confirmation.

Espresso – Today 10:55

『Yeah. There’s something wrong.』

They make it to the shopping center not too long later, and everyone takes a second to group up. Surprisingly, you wanted to walk around with Licorice and Red Velvet to free roam on your own. Admiring your sense of bravery, Latte accepts your decision but asks that you have your location on so that she or her brothers can find you in case you get lost. As you three venture out in the shopping center, gripping the scarf on your neck and holding it to your face for some kind of comfort against the wind, they go into a store that they find to be interesting because they had a winter sale going on. Licorice wraps his scarf around his shoulder, being overcome by the sudden wave of heat overwhelming him. You were looking at coats with Licorice while Red Velvet walked off to explore the store. You felt the necromancer tap your shoulder. “Hey, have you noticed that Affogato has been acting off?” He whispered, causing you to look up at him. “He’s probably just drowsy. He did get sick last night though. Something about the jambalaya, why?” He pulled out a coat that he found on the rack and started looking at the dark faux fur on it, attracting him, “I don’t know, I mean like… he’s been very spacey, ya know? Like… like Red Velvet told me about the fact that he had also seen that he has been acting off. Especially with this morning. Like he asked me if he normally acts like that I was like, no? I on’t know really. But I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with him.” A moment went by, you gave an honest thought about what Licorice had said, but despite what he had said, you didn’t want to bother the thought. If Affogato says he's okay, why pester him about how he's feeling if he's only going to say the same thing every time?

“I mean… if he says he’s fine, he’s fine I’m not gonna push him, but if I see something concerning, yeah, I’m going to confront him on it.” “Understandable but hey, you know…” You started walking around the store with him as he gestures to different aisles, giving you a coat he found, “Hey I think you’d like this one but anyway,” he said, gathering up some beanies for himself, “uh…” after gathering his beanies he turns you to face him. “Licorice. What-” “Listen to me. Come to the bathroom with me.”

“The… the bathroom?”

“Yes, just come on. Put your things on that chair over there and come with me into the bathroom. “Don’t ask why, just come on.”

“But, but why though?”

“Oh my god come OOOOONUH-”

You were quite honestly dragged over to the unisex bathroom by the wrist, putting your stuff down on the bench by the door as he pulled you in and locked the door. “Listen. I eavesdropped on a conversation that he, Espresso and Latte had in the wee hours in the morning, talkin’ about… ah… about his childhood or whatever, and like how he’s been feeling disoriented and shit, but he doesn’t want to talk to you about it out of fear that he will worry you. But like… I think there's something else behind this shit and I know there's something else going on.” You put the toilet seat down and sat on the toilet, with him kneeling on the ground in front of you, putting his pale boney hands to your shins for leverage and balance. “We’re back in the Dark Cacao Kingdom basically, and I don’t know whether or not you know about his past here, but his reputation isn't as squeaky clean as you think it is.”

He then goes on to say that Affogato has a past filled with lies and usurpations, all in an attempt to gain what he wants. Of course, you knew all of this because it made headlines in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, yet you never actually knew that it was him all along. “You know what he also… he also has had a colorful childhood. He was like, this close,” he nearly pinched his thumb and index finger together, “this close, to having a baby at age fifteen. He was very promiscuous, and he still is. He has like at least four ex girlfriends that have all had similar stories about why they had broken it off with him talking about, oh, he’s a cheater, he’s a liar, he’s irresponsible, a narcissist just like his mom and of course it was his mom I mean look. Affogato is the perfect scapegoat in disguise, Espresso is the golden baby that could do no harm and Latte may as well be a missing case considering the fact that she was barely acknowledged by her mom, I mean like… I don’t honestly understand why you’re dating him like–” you suddenly put a hand up to get him to stop running, and cleared your throat, silencing the light echo of his voice reverberating off the floors and walls of the small bathroom.

“If you’re trying to come onto me, Lico,” “what?” He looked at you and smacked his lips, cringing slightly, “No… no, no that’s not what this is, I’m trying to tell you that he’s filled with red flags, he’s a literal snake, he’s a conniving fatal snake that will take wants from you without hesitation and will hurt you in the process with no remorse. He’s not a good man, hell even Pomegranate has said that she wouldn’t date him even if she wasn't gay or if she had this burning crush on Red Velvet’s mom. Hell he even let Dark Choco go at his own dad and he just let him freeze out and left him to die, and honestly I don’t think you need someone like that.” You sat on the toilet in shock, the things that Licorice had told you sent you into a state of awe, how did he get this information? You put your hand to your chest and looked at Licorice with concern laden in your eyes. “So…” you started, trying so very hard to put the pieces together. While this information kinda did make sense, Licorice was known to dramatize and exaggerate things to make people believe his word. Unsure of whether or not to believe him, especially about the fact that you still didn’t know where he got this info from, or even elaborated on the conversation that he supposedly heard, you tilted your head in confusion. “Is what you’re saying true?” “I… yes of course it– eugh?” There was a knocking on the bathroom door, interrupting Licorice in his sentence.

“Ah… Ocupado!”

“It’s Red you fucker.”

“Ah shit.”

He got up and went to go unlock and open the door. “Eh?” “The fuck are you lot doing I was looking for you both like an idiot.” Red Velvet had a coat in his crossed arms, clearly unhappy. “Look I was trying to talk to them about Affogato and how bad he is for them, please back me up.” “How did you even know all that information anyways Lico?” You asked, tugging on the sleeve of his thick coat. He looked at you again and started to stutter out his words, “Well, you see I–” “I told him.” Red Velvet suddenly cut Licorice off. “What?” You asked, turning your attention over to Red Velvet. “Yeah, I told him. Affogato sometimes vents to me, and I met this watcher one day while I was venturing out with the army that day, I saw one of the watchers, and she was asking me to help her in her cause to persuade the king that Affogato had lied on her name to send her to exile to, quote on quote, get her out of the way. All the other information I learned about his childhood came through Espresso when he was asking me if I saw Affogato’s weird behavior.”

Suddenly, the puzzle pieces came together… it started to make sense. You personally knew Caramel Arrow Cookie, she would often come to the village that you would camp out at to share rations with the common folk to make sure that the cookies that were hungry had something to eat. Putting a finger to your lip, you looked back to Red Velvet, who you felt as though you could trust a little more than Licorice, and you nodded, saying you would process all of this information and attempt to piece it together on your own. “Heeey, give me some credit here y/n, I was the one that told you everything!” “Whatever, they know now, come on.” Red Velvet let you walk out, looking at the necromancer with an annoyed look on his face. “Uuuuggghhhh…. Fine.” He then walked out of the bathroom, with you and the three of you then headed over to checkout with your items.

From across the lot you see Affogato with his brother and sister weaving through stores. Walking out of the store with a bag and coffee in hand, you both briefly made eye contact with each other, although on your end you could feel this hot feeling of tension building up in your chest.It almost felt like a raging tornado, destroying everything in its path. You sighed and walked off with Red Velvet and Licorice in the opposite direction. You could feel your boyfriend’s eyes on the back of your head as you walked off. Latte stopped for a second, pulling at Espresso’s hand. They both looked at each other and then back at Affogato, who was in a state of space yet again. Latte then slowly walked up to her older brother and tapped his shoulder. Shaking it off was the hardest thing to do– you wanted to just run up to him and start pouring your eyes out.

Lunch came around, and the lot of you headed to this corner cafe in the shopping center. Affogato ordered for you out of desperation and beckoned you to sit next to him. Despite your inner pleas to do so, your body begging you to just swallow your pain to make him happy, Red Velvet’s and Licorice’s words from earlier echoed in your head like a melody on replay. You sat next to Red Velvet instead. The air around the table in the normally bustling cafe around this time was tense and heavy, to you at least. Affogato also knew that something was wrong, the way to approach you about it however… he didn’t know what to do, considering for the past forty five minutes you’ve been avoiding him like the bubonic plague. Licorice finally took his seat next to you, to your left, with his drink, and cleared his throat.

“So…” he started, taking a sip of his drink, “where did everyone go?” Latte looked to her older brother, sullied, then looked back to Licorice. “I went to this cute little bookstore with Espresso. We picked up some books that may be relevant to our research in coffee magic, and Affogato found this witch’s parlor. I believe he picked up some more candles, stones maybe…” Affogato nodded in approval. “Where did you go?” Espresso asked you, looking at you calmly with what looked like his fifth cup of coffee in hand. “We went to a few clothing boutiques and got some winter clothes. I guess we underestimated the cold winds here, haha..” “Yeah, I hate being cold.” Licorice added, “This coat is nice and warm though! And inexpensive too.” Espresso took a drink of his coffee and looked at Licorice nonchalantly. “And… what kind of work do you do, exactly?” Licorice’s eyes took to a prideful glimmer. “Well, outside of being the most distinguished necromancer imaginable, I am one of the lead vocalists in a group called B.A.D 4. Featuring yours truly, Red Velvet, one of my underlings, and Poison Mushroom.”

Espresso and Latte both burst out in laughter, causing a dark cast to form over Red Velvet Cookie’s face. He put his red and white striped hand to his forehead, a soft groan coming from the crimson general. “Hey! D-Don’t laugh! We are truly exceptional performers, tell ‘em Red! Tell them!” “We only make money off of sales and commissions we do, what's the point in calling ourselves a band if we aren’t even an official group?” “And you make the most money anyways Red Velvet considering the fact that you are our main source of PR for some reason.” You scoffed, poking Red Velvet’s cheek. “I could give a few reasons why!~” “Hey! Y/n cookie! Don’t forget about me! I made this group possible here!”

While you, Licorice, and Red Velvet argued over who got the most PR for their alleged KPOP group, Affogato looked at you longingly as it seemed that your mood had changed because of Licorice lighting the mood of the table up. Many questions start to fire up in his head.

What happened back there when Licorice was with them?

Is there something I don’t know about?

Did he do something to them?

Do they like Licorice more than me..?

From across the room, he saw his mother wearing the most elegant dress he had ever seen– perfect purple decals and contrasting white and black decor on the sleeves, golden headdresses that would make even the fairest consorts look dolled up. She straightened her lipstick in the mirror and blended her lips together, blending out the dark color seamlessly. Next to her stood his youngest brother. She turned to him and twirled herself, letting her dress parasol around her legs gracefully as she wore a sweet smile. “Espresso, honey, do I look good?” She asked sweetly. He nodded, straightening out the bottom curls of her dark hair that fell to her back, “good, good. Tonight is the big night after all, honey. I hope I can truly make this one happy. I’ve been trying now for a while and… hopefully we can make it to the next level for you.”

Why is she telling him this information? He doesn’t need to know about her rendezvous with other men.

But he’s young, he doesn’t exactly know what his mother is doing. “You know me and your father used to do this all the time while I was pregnant with you. He would take me out to all of these elegant high dollar dates, spend money on me, make me feel lavish and expensive, like I was the baddest bitch on the streets with the finest clothes and the finest jewelry… I loved how he made me feel like a queen, don’t you honey?” “Mhm, he also treated us well when he was around. Now Latte just calls him a jerk and kicks the birthday cards he sends us around her room until they find their way into her wastebin.” She giggled and turned to him once more, away from the mirror and kneeled down to the young Espresso, her soft hands finding their way to his shoulders covered by his black silk pajamas. With a smile and the correction of his collar, she sighed. “Well… your father was nothing but a dollar sign, baby. That’s all he was. He can stay with that whore for all I care. After all, you are the only companion I will ever need. Your first love and your only love.”

Why doesn’t she love me like that?

Of course, the young Affogato didn’t exactly know really what his mother had for her youngest child at the time, but he knew that the way she would treat him at times would be wrong. Nevertheless, he has always wanted love or any kind of recognition from his mother that wasn’t negative. She got on him for everything, or often disregards all the work he does if she finds something that isn’t up to par with her sets of amazingly high standards. But Espresso wouldn’t even have to do anything and he would always end up being her little baby, the golden child that could never do any harm or wrong… the sweet boy. It made Affogato sick to his stomach.

“Now, remember the rules, you are to be in bed by nine o’clock. No more than that honey, okay?” With a nod from the little boy and a kiss to his forehead, she stood back up and turned the bathroom light off. “Mommy loves you.” “I love you too mom! Have fun!” She started to walk towards the living room, getting her purse and heading for the door, when her eldest blocked her path from getting a good grasp on the doorknob to leave. They both stood and looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before his mother glared down at her eldest. “What are you doing?” She asked, quite annoyed with a scoff. “Who is he?”

Affogato, Latte, and Espresso’s biological father had left them a long time ago. Growing up without a father was difficult, especially since he, in his mother’s eyes, was the only man that treated her right, despite not giving a damn about his offspring after Espresso was born. That being said, he was a “good father”… up until the third kid. Ever since then their mother has practically coached their children into thinking that their father was a bad person, all because he had left her for another woman, which made her as his ex wife, quite bitter.

“I asked you who the man is.” Affogato repeated. His mother scoffed again. “Can I not go out to see people, is that what this is?” Affogato furled his brow in confusion as his hand quickly went for the doorknob again before his mother could snatch at it, “No, that's not what I-” “Oh so I’m seeing a man now? Well, according to my son, I can’t do that? Listen boy, I’m a grown woman. I don't need to explain myself to you, nor do I need to explain to you who this man is.” She moved to try and push him away from the door, but his posture proved to be solid. “Well, you keep bringing him into the house in the dead hours of the morning waking us all up. The three of us, not just me, want to know who he is–” “My baby and Latte can know who he is if they want to meet him. You on the other hand–” “SPEAKING OF.” He boomed over his mother as she spoke, making her eyes widen.

“Why do you keep telling Espresso about these things? He doesn’t need to know about your love life, let alone who you bring home, anything about your divorce that happened three years ago, he doesn’t need to know anything about that, he’s seven. With that he’s–”

“Boy, who the HELL do YOU think you’re talking to?!”

“He’s your SON! MY. BROTHER, MAMA! He’s NOT. YOU’RE. MAN.”

S M A C K– – – – !

Espresso was standing nearby around a corner, watching his older brother lash out at their mother, before she delivered a harsh smack to his cheek. He covered his mouth with his stuffed owl as his large brown eyes widened. Taking her son by the collar of his shirt, she picked him up and dragged him away from the door, threw him onto the floor, and left without another word, slamming the door on her way out. Espresso looked at the front door and saw that next to it, the blinds were closed and covered by the curtains that hung up. He ran over to Affogato and kneeled down next to him, putting his owl down. “Affogato?” He asked softly. He looked up to his younger brother with pain in his eyes, and disgust laden in his body. “Hug.” Espresso hugged Affogato as he sat motionless on the floor. A part of him wanted to shove him away, another part wanted to accept the hug, hug him so tight and bawl like a baby. “Are you okay?” He asked again, getting only silence as an answer and the new sniffles coming from his older brother. Looking down at his older brother, who then tried to hide his face from him, he saw that he was crying through thick cream and dark brown bangs. “I love you, bub.”

Bub… it had been a while since he had called him that.

Affogato hugged Espresso back, busting out into a full on bawl into his shoulder.

Fingers snapped in Affogato’s ear, Latte put her arm up around his shoulder and with a light smile, she wiped the drool off his chin. “Honey, yoo hoo? Earthbread to Affogato, over?” Latte jokingly said, trying to get him out of another one of his stupors. He lightly shook his head and looked around to see Latte sitting next to him with a cup of water. “You were out for a while, here. I got this for you.” He looked at the stillness of the water, thin ice cubes dancing around in the cool plastic cup. He slowly took it, giving a nod as thanks, before he went to drink it though, he saw you right in front of him with your hand on his knee. This made him feel so overwhelmed that he felt like he could feel the hair follicles in his head itch at his scalp.

They eventually left the shopping center and made their way back to the cabin.

That night, Affogato found himself knocking at Espresso’s door. With a soft click of the lock, the door cracked open. “Huh?” “I need to talk to you and Latte in the kitchen.”

The trio grouped up, sitting at the kitchen table. Latte lightly tapped her pearl fingertips on the soft wood. “So… for a start, I just wanted to apologize for all of my nonsensical dizzy spells today and yesterday.” Espresso nodded. “You're okay sweetie. But I’m curious as to what has been bugging you.” “Is it just the fact that we’re back at the cabin?” Espresso added to Latte’s curiosity. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Affogato put a hand up under his chin, his other hand holding his forearm. He nodded, and looked down at the soft indents, the lines in the wood, and all the nooks and marks left over by years of use. “That’s a large part of it, yes,” “But normally Y/n is glued to you. I expected them to run to you upon seeing you like they usually do. But they didn’t this time.” Affogato looked up at Espresso, who was adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “How did you know that’s what I was going to say?” “I had a feeling.” He smirked smugly, causing Affogato to roll his eyes. “Anyways, you’re nervous about Y/n Cookie?” With a nod, Espresso chortled under his breath. “I honestly don’t see why.” “Espresso!” Latte nudged at her younger brother’s stomach with her elbow. “Be a little more sympathetic, he’s already feeling vulnerable! Listen dear,” Latte started, taking hold of her elder brother’s sleeve, dragging his arm down and taking his hand in her own, “I’m sure that they wanted some space for a bit. I definitely don’t think that Licorice came onto them in any way, nor do I believe that he has any feelings for them. I don’t think he would just take her from you.” He nodded, seeming to agree with her. “I would talk to them. Don’t pry, just see what went on while they were with Red Velvet and Licorice back there. Maybe inquire if he said anything to them. It can’t hurt, can it?” He nodded again, distancing his hand away from Latte’s. Fixing his sleeves, he looked at Espresso, who just nodded in turn. “Just trust me. Talk to them. Communication is important, you taught us that.” She smiled softly at him, her hazelnut brown eyes glimmering. With another nod, he headed off back to his room before thanking her with a hug goodnight.

You were already passed out in bed when he walked back over. He sat down at his side of the bed and looked at your sleeping form, your peaceful face, how your chest slowly rose and sank– the purest form of tranquility illuminated by soft moonlight seeping through the curtains he used to wrap himself in as a child. He smiled softly, tucking himself in and with bringing a hand to your cheek, he soon fell into a deep slumber, awaiting the next day.

The next… agonizing… day.

#infrawrites #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk x reader #affogato cookie #crk affogato cookie #latte cookie #espresso cookie #crk espresso cookie #licorice crk #licorice cookie #crk red velvet #red velvet cookie #x reader #SNOWY DRIVE

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays · 1 year

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vindictive jimmy but instead of plot stuff it's jimmy and tango being sweet <3

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Soft, bouncing acoustic music filled the early evening air, mixing in with the breeze against the sea, and creating a fine sense of peace.

At least, Tango felt it. He was sure, from the look on Jimmy's face, that he felt it too.

He looked over at his rancher with a smile and watches him, watches how his fingers carefully dance along the strings of his guitar, and how they effortlessly create music so beautiful.

Honestly, Tango didn't know why Jimmy had built a beach house this far away, or why he didn't have his hat or badge. All he'd said about it was that he'd taken some time off work to take a vacation. And Tango couldn't argue with that. So really, he didn't care about the reason why. So long as he was here with Jimmy.

And how did he get here? Well. That's Watcher Business, of course.

But Tango relaxed on the porch of the beach house, listening to Jimmy's lilting rumble as he sang along to his guitar.

"I wish I were an apple, hangin' on a tree. An' every time my sweetheart passed, she'd take a bite of me. She told me that she loved me, she called me sugar plum. She threw her arms around me, I thought my time had come,"

He looks over at Tango and laughs quietly. Tango's heard this one before. He heard it when they were first here, and he'd first come into the tavern on a late night. He knew only this part of the song, due to how repetitive it was, but it was something.

"Get along home, Cindy Cindy. Get along home, Cindy Cindy. Get along home, Cindy Cindy. I'll marry you sometime!"

"That's good, sunshine." Jimmy complimented and grinned even bigger, as he takes over the next verse.

"I wish I had a needle, as far as I could sew. I'd sew her in my pocket, and down the road I'd go. Cindy hugged an' kissed me, she wrung her hands and cried. Swore I was the prettiest thing that ever lived or died."

"And it's true." Tango cut in, earning a snort from Jimmy as they sing along together to the last chorus.

It's the same as the first, only this time, Jimmy held out the last note. He smiled fondly at Tango when he sang "I'll marry you sometime", and Tango felt his heartrate pick up.

"Marry me, huh? Is that an invitation?" He teased. Jimmy snorted and rolled his eyes.

"They call it a proposal, sunshine." He shot back, shielding himself with an arm as Tango lightly smacked him. "I'm messin' with ya-" He defended.

The sun starts to set on the water, and Jimmy couldn't help himself from gently taking Tango's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it as they watched the s kyline.

"Have I ever told you how lucky I am that I've got you?" He muttered.

"Once or twice." Tango shrugged with a grin. "But I could stand to hear it a few more times."

"Words 'r cheap." Jimmy said gruffly. "It's gettin' late... we should head inside."

Tango nodded, standing up and stretching. He cringed at the creaking noises coming from his joints and laughed softly. "Damn, I needed this more than I thought. I'm glad you brought me here... who's the real lucky one?"

"Still me." Jimmy snorted, opening the door for Tango to step in.

"Oh yeah?" Tango challenged playfully, pulling Jimmy into the door after him.

Jimmy nodded, and he had a glint in his eyes that only ever appeared when he was plotting something. "I could show ya, if y'want."

Tango's face heated up once he realized the implications. Though, that could just be from Jimmy's hands slipping under his shirt and tracing little patterns into the divots of his hips.

"Y'know what..." He smirked right up at Jimmy and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt. "I might just take you up on that offer."

FUCKING PUCNHING AIR !!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

#should i make an answer tag?#roxie-roo #team rancher au #eh more like a #empires smp au #but the ranchers are there :3

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askmissthunder · 7 months

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Hello Miss Thunder and friends! Has anything interesting happened to any of you lately?

Miss Thunder: Hello, hello, everybody!

Red Rabbit: Hey, y'all! Long time no see!

Talon: 'Sup.

Eli: AWWWOOO! Black Dog is back and running wild!

MT: Sorry if we've been gone a while. I think all of us were busy with different things this summer.

RR: I went with my family on a sea cruise!

E: Ooooh! Where to?

RR: To the Caribbean! Didn't you get the postcards I sent?

MT: I did! It looked really nice from what I saw.

RR: Oh, girl! Ocean City has a nice beach but the Bahamas has REAL beaches. The water was so clear and warm, we went snorkeling and rode on jet skis! They were literally the perfect beaches you'd imagine in your dreams!

MT: Blimey!

RR: *Sighs* And all the fine men and ladies there!

T: Aw, geez, here we go...

RR: Oh my God, both on the ship and on the islands! If you threw a rock in any direction, you'd hit either a guy with the most chiseled abs or a gal with the curviest body. Ohhhh...it was like Heaven...

MT: Hee hee! Sounds like you had fun getting to know the locals!

RR: Oh, just a few summer flings here and there. *Sighs* Oh, Jacqueline...She was a lot of fun. She and her boyfriend, George.

E: Whoa ho ho ho!

MT: Oooooooooooh! Spicy!

RR: Heh heh heh! I'll have to tell you about that away from the computer. That story's pretty...steamy.

T: And your parents were just fine with you fucking around on your vacation?

RR: Hold up now! I didn't screw everybody I met! Most didn't even get past second base. Besides...what Mama and Daddy don't know, won't hurt them!

T: Hmm.

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E: Well, me and the Ocean City Wrestling stable went on tour up and down the East Coast!

RR: Wow! How'd that go?

E: It was great! The bus rides were long but I got to see a buncha different cities like Atlanta, Charlotte, Jacksonville...

MT: How'd you do overall with your matches?

E: Not bad! I lost about four but I won seven!

RR: Woooooo! Way to go, Black Dog!

E: And I'm happy because I finally, finally got to do a match I always wanted to do: a cage match!

MT: I remember! You called me right after!

E: It was in Charleston and it was me against The Mantis! His holds and submissions might be deadly but he didn't think I was gonna climb the cage upside down and do a body slam on him, ha ha!

MT: Wha...Eli! Aren't those cages like 20 feet tall?!

E: Yeah, but that makes it look cooler when I climb up the sides and do my patented Flying Dog Punch!

T: Oh, stop being such a wet blanket, Penny. He's fine and in one piece.

MT: *Picks Eli off the ground and hugs him* Hmph! I'm his girlfriend! It's my job to worry about him.

E: *Nuzzles against Penny's big cheek* Heh heh! I don't mind.

MT: As for me, I attended a summer music program at my school!

E: So...what? Isn't that just more classes for you to do?

MT: Yes, but it looks good on my student record and it helps my GPA! Plus, we got to do more live performances like the works of Franz Liszt and Gioachino Rossini!

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MT: *Claps hands Excitedly* Eeeeee! It was so much fun!

T: Heh. Only you would find having school in summer fun.

MT: And guess who got to be First Chair Flute during the entire program?

RR: Oooooh, I bet a certain bunch of bullies weren't too happy about that!

MT: No, they were not, but getting to play all those solos made all those ugly looks and remarks worth it!

RR: Good for you, Penny! You know what they say: "Success is the Best Revenge!"

E: What about you, Talon? What'd you do while we were all busy?

T: *Shugs* Same ol', same ol'. Work at the deli by day, go on patrol at night. Somebody has to keep watch on the city while you're all lollygagging around.

MT: Oi! It's not like I went on vacation! I went on patrol with you a few times!

T: The keyword being "a few".

RR: Tsk tsk! Sounds to me like you out of all of us needed a vacation!

T: Hmm...I wouldn't mind going back to your beach house.

RR: That'd be fun! I know classes have started already but maybe we can go for a weekend before it starts getting cold.

MT: Ohhhh! Speaking of the beach house! Eli, did you enjoy that photo I gave you?

E: Yup! Thank you, Penny! Heh heh heh!

RR: Whoa whoa whoa whoa! What photo?!

MT: Well, before Eli left on his trip, he told me he was sad he wouldn't be able to see me for almost a month so I gave him a photo to cheer him up whenever he missed me.

RR: *Grinning cheekily* Penny! I thought you were a good Christian girl! Why are you sending Eli sexy photos of yourself?

MT: Hee hee hee! It was only the one photo! Besides, you're the one who took it!

RR: What?! When?!

MT: At your beach house last year. You had the Polaroid and you caught a photo of me...adjusting "The Girls"...

RR: Ohhhhhhh, that photo!

MT: I know it looks like I'm giving a "Come Hither" look but in reality, I was annoyed because of how much I was sweating and I think this was right before I said, "How can you Yanks stand this bloody heat?!"

E: I certainly didn't mind either way...

T: Pssh. Of course, you wouldn't.

(Artwork by @fileorwell on Twitter)

#ask miss thunder #miss thunder #red rabbit #talon #black dog

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Anon #2 spelled the first time so beautifully… I'm thrilled! Thanks to Anon #2 and more please... Enclosed is Part 2 of Safe Haven. Greetings, the strawberry

A Safe Haven – Part 2

Today he had received a small package. As fast as he could, he ran into his small one-room apartment and opened it. There was a bottle in it and he assumed that the note in the bottle was the important content. Excitedly he took it out of the bottle and read:

A ship was on the high seas. Storms didn't make it easy for it, but it had a goal in mind. It knew it would find a safe haven and there it would be eagerly awaited. There it would find what it was looking for.

The letter also stated when and where "the ship" was expected. It was an invitation for a weekend by the sea. It wasn't signed, but he knew exactly who had sent him that message in a bottle. That evening he read the lines over and over again. When they next called, he told her he'd received a package. Her smile was palpable and he knew they wouldn't talk about it. They knew they would meet there and that was enough for them.

The anticipation of seeing each other again was indescribable. He followed the instructions in her letter exactly and stood on the promenade as requested. So he could see the ships heading for the harbor. She had planned this well, because he felt that he had arrived. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the sea. Suddenly he felt himself being hugged from behind. He didn't flinch because he expected it. He just knew her too well. Slowly, savoring the moment, he turned to her and looked into her smiling face. Those eyes made up for the many months without her. After a whispered "I missed you" he found her lips and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss and pressed against him.

When the air in their lungs ran out, they broke away from each other. She looked around, a little embarrassed. But no one was interested in them. People were busy. That gave her a sense of security. She boldly took his hand and together they went to the accommodation she had rented. She excitedly explained to him that she had deliberately rented a vacation home. That way they would be on their own and free to decide what they wanted to do. He smiled and put up with her talk because he knew she was fine when she spoke.

The apartment was on the lower floor of a small house with a direct view of the beach and the sea. He was impressed that she had inspired his story so much and looked forward to spending time with her. First she showed him the cozy living area, but when they entered the bedroom, she said nothing. He understood that she doubted whether he would agree to share this room. But it was clear to him that from that day on he would always sleep with her when she was with him. So he took her in his arms and explained this fact to her. He felt her relax and savored the moment of closeness.

Not needing to rush into anything, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the living area. Again he realized that it had been the right decision. He suggested taking a walk on the beach and then going out to eat together. In this way, they could delay the moment that lay ahead of them, get closer to each other in peace and enjoy the anticipation.

be continued tomorow...

Hellooo, sweet 🍓! ❤️

Finally they have some peace together and alone! During the kiss, my mind literally went “oh but they are in the middle of the street” hahaha and when I read next Brigitte worrying about the same thing, made me laugh! Also find the message in the bottle thing such an adorable and romantic gesture 🤧 And the hug from behind... I swear, my mind pictured it perfectly clear 😍

Thank you so much for you daily update! Cannot wait for what is coming next tomorrow ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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aestaterisus · 11 months

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And the Sea met the blazing Sun

An NSFW Kaeya x Diluc fanfic

Word count : 9,007, single chapter.

Contains : Modern Setting, Merman!Kaeya, Human!Diluc, Merfolk Anatomy, Interspecies Sex, Fingering, Anal Sex, Copious Amounts of Cum, Rimming, Riding, Hand Jobs, Underwater Blow Jobs, Biting, Mild Blood, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Fluff and Smut.

Summary : Diluc is done with college, finally taking some well earned vacation in the summer house.

Although he arrived afraid of how he’d react to being in a house reminding him of what he had lost, he’ll find that some local legends will be very helpful at making him think of something else.

>>Link<<

Diluc didn't believe in fairytales.

Not anymore, at least.

His childhood had been filled with fantastic stories, about dragons and princes, knights and heroes, and he had been devastated when he had learned that no, he couldn't have a pet phoenix.

He still loved to read fantasy, still enjoyed daydreaming about having that pet phoenix and wielding a sword as tall as him, but that's all it was now. A fantasy.

So when he arrived at his family's summer home, and heard Adelinde talking about the local legends, he couldn't stop his inner child from getting excited.

Mermaids , she had said.

Diluc had snorted, his rational side immediately taking over, thinking it was just another of those tourist attractions.

But the way she had smiled, in a knowing way, told him that she knew more than she let on, and his heart thumped with hope.

Before his skepticism could silence that beat of hope, he stepped inside the house, letting Adelinde lead the way.

The maid had been serving his family for as long as he could remember, and she had kept the house spotless, making sure that everything was ready before Diluc's arrival.

After his father's passing, Diluc had dismissed all the maids of the main mansion, back in the city, needing time alone. She was the only one that stayed, insisting that he shouldn't have to bear this weight alone, and he was thankful for it.

Now that he barely spends time at the mansion, as a compromise, she takes care of the summer home, that way she can enjoy it while it's unoccupied.

The last time he had been here, he had been only a child, and barely remembered anything, but the distinct smell the old house had back then never changed.

Like pine and firewood, with a hint of that salty breeze coming from the sea that was only natural with it being so close to it.

It even had a private beach, with a small wooden dock, and no neighbors to spy on him.

He had inherited the large summer home a while ago, but hadn't been able to visit it yet, both because of grief, and his studies.

Now that he was done with college, and feeling much better about his father's death, he thought it was the perfect time to actually enjoy the house.

Adelinde had shown Diluc some of the basics, where the breakers were, how to cut the water in case of a leak, the laundry room, and where they kept the firewood, before dropping the keys into Diluc's hand.

He hugged her, thanking her for everything, and she reminded him she was always here for him, only a phone call away.

She was probably the closest thing to a mother he ever had, as he never knew his actual mother.

He was extremely grateful for her presence growing up, even more so as she remained by his side and didn't let him stay alone when he pushed everyone away.

With one last glance at her car leaving the driveway, he exhaled, slightly overwhelmed with emotions.

Diluc had been dreading entering this house after all these years, scared it would remind him too much of his father, of what he had lost.

And yet, as he slowly grazed a hand over the large fireplace, he only felt at peace.

Diluc took his luggage upstairs, remembering bits and pieces of summers spent finding the best hiding spots to read, and falling asleep on the dock at the beach, in the late afternoons.

Speaking of which, he felt like going for a swim, craving the fresh water after a long day of traveling.

He took his swimming shorts out of his luggage, quickly changing, taking a towel with him before going downstairs to get out the backdoor.

The sun was already lowering over the sea, bathing the mountains with a soft orange glow, the view leaving Diluc in awe.

He decided to enjoy the sight a little bit before swimming, sitting down onto the wooden dock. He left his legs dangling over the edge, feet dipping into the warm water.

Something shiny in his peripheral vision caught his attention, eyes falling on a polished seashell resting on the dock.

He carefully picked it up, recognizing it as an abalone shell, the pearly shine reflecting the sunlight.

That's when he remembered what Adelinde had said, about the local legends.

Diluc couldn't help but think it was completely absurd, but at the same time…

At the same time, he wanted to believe.

Deep in thought, he set the abalone back down on the dock, missing the shadow in the water that moved away from him, deeper into the sea.

He bent over the edge to cup some water in his hand, splashed his nape with it, before diving into the sea.

>>Read the rest here!<<

#kaeluc #genshin impact #kaeya #diluc #genshin impact fanfics #fanfic #smut #mermay #shrimp writing smut

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

5k words | bullet points

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with

having a good time

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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↪︎ ex boyfriend! seonghwa x fem reader x yeosang, vacation au, angst, fluff.

↪︎ wc: 5.6k

↪︎ warnings: jealousy, toxic behaviors from all parties tbh, especially from seonghwa. mentions of food (tiny mention of food allergies, non life-threatening), drinking, swimming, the sea. Hongjoong’s gf is annoying as heck. thunder storms and darkness anxiety. the ending is quite a bit dramatic. unedited.

↪︎ a/n: this took longer than it should have but it’s been a crazy month. I still hope you’ll enjoy this a lot! please send me some feedback, I'll really appreciate it♡

part one

San’s house was big enough to hold the seven people in the group comfortably. It was spacious and luxurious, and although abandoned for most of the year, it was kept in good shape. This wasn’t the first time you went to the beach house, it had become a tradition to go together every summer, although the group varied depending on who everyone was dating, for example, the addition of Jinah this year.

You arrived just past noon, after you drove for a couple hours and then Hongjoong took back the wheel. Seonghwa was silent most of the ride, if he wasn’t arguing with you about not wanting to take a nap, even if his blodshot eyes and sullen expression were evidence enough of how tired he was. You felt there was something bothering him again, but you didn’t know exactly what you could have done in the span of three hours in the car to change his demeanor from last night. But you were done with guessing what was on Seonghwa’s mind, maybe even before the break up.

“You made it!” San greeted happily as soon as he opened the door. “We were starting to worry, especially because you were driving, y/n.” he snickered, earning a punch on the shoulder from you before a hug.

Jinah and Hongjoong greeted San as well before finding their own way inside, to the room Hongjoong always occupied on your stays. But Seonghwa and you stood in the lobby awkwardly, wondering who would be the one to question San where they were supposed to stay now that sleeping together was off the table.

“Your room is to the right of last year’s,” San announced with a light tone, patting Seonghwa on the shoulder briefly. “Yours is the same, y/n.”

“Thanks!” you called, picking up your bags from the floor and rushing upstairs. Hours in the car left you sweaty and groggy, you were ready to settle in for the next couple weeks.

Sleeping in the room next to Seonghwa’s was better than sleeping next to Seonghwa, at least. You kept that in mind as you opened the door to your room, greeted by the view you’d seen years before: The queen-sized bed in the middle of the room with baby blue sheets, a nightstand on each side, the white curtains covering the exit to the balcony and the white armoire with beach motifs, plus the full-body mirror on the side. On the other side the door to the bathroom was closed, but you knew the pearl bathtub awaited inside, surrounded by white and blue tiles of dolphins jumping out of the ocean.

It wasn’t the sight that bothered you, of course. Who could be bothered by a room this nice? But if you stared at the bed for too long, you’d remember laying there with Seonghwa, your eyes closed as he traced small circles on your skin, warm from spending the whole day at the beach. Or the nights you spent with his arms around you, looking out at the ocean from the balcony the breeze unable to cool the room enough for you to sleep comfortably.

“This was a terrible idea,” you muttered, closing the door behind you. But it was too late to regret coming, and maybe you didn’t want to prove to them that you were over Seonghwa, maybe you needed to prove it to yourself.

“Come in!” you yelled, standing in front of the mirror as you combed your hair after the bath.

“Hi,” Yeosang’s sing-songy tone made you smile immediately as he entered the room. “Thanks for letting me know you were already here,” he accused next.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled, “I was dying to freshen up. Plus I had no idea where you were.”

Yeosang shook his head, looking at you through the mirror. “That’s what texting is for,”

“Oh please forgive me,” you whined sarcastically, still fixing your hair.

“I have something for you,” Yeosang announced, and you finally noticed his left hand was hidden behind him.

You smiled but there was a tiny pinch of anxiety on the pit of your stomach. “What? I didn’t get anyone—“

Before you went on a non-stop rant, Yeosang revealed what he was carrying: A yellow book with an opening on the cover for a picture.

“A photo album,” he explained, although it was obvious. “You said you had finished the last one and I figured you’d want to make a whole scrapbook of this vacation.”

You took the book from his hands with a squeal. Even you had forgotten you needed to buy a new one, since the trip had taken up a lot of your time and your thoughts. You couldn’t believe Yeosang had remembered, you only mentioned it once, the day classes were done and you took a picture of your friends walking out of the building.

“Thank you so much!” after throwing your arms around him, Yeosang stumbled back a little, laughing as he hugged you back. “Ugh, I can’t wait to fill it!”

“I really hope you don’t take as many embarrassing pictures as last year,”

“Well it all depends on all of you,” you shrugged. The embarrassing pictures were your favorite ones, though. From Yunho being hit on the face with a volleyball, San’s sunglass-shaped sunburnt or Hongjoong buried in the sand, unable to move.

“Guys! Come here!” San’s voice came from downstairs echoing through the hall. “We have to get groceries!”

“You haven’t bought the groceries?” you groaned as Yeosang shrugged.

“Time miscalculation?”

“Or you’re lazy and horrible,” you suggested. You would have rathered stay down by the pool for the rest of the day, but you were kind of glad they hadn’t bought the stuff for the house or it would all have been booze, a couple vegetables and chips. You knew San all too well.

Yeosang laughed as he followed you out of the room. Seonghwa was leaving his room as well, completely changed but still looking exhausted. There was an awkward pause, the three of you standing in the middle of the hallway before Seonghwa decided to move past you and down the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

“Any volunteers?” San questioned as he waved the list with his right hand.

Silence filled the kitchen before you took the list from him. “You’re the worst,” you huffed, turning around. “You’re coming with me, Yeosang.”

“Thank you y/n,” he smirked, “Don’t forget the—“

“I’ll go too,” Seonghwa butted in, looking at Yeosang first and then at you. “Let’s hurry up.”

Seonghwa wasn’t stubborn, or stupid enough, to get on the driver’s seat tired as he was. So he climbed shotgun, staying serious and silent as he waited for you and Yeosang to get in the car. The ride to the store was short, barely 10 minutes, 5 if you stepped on the gas. But judging by the mood, it would feel like an hour.

“Okay, let’s split and get this over with,” you said, turning the car off in the parking lot. “I’ll get some fruit, Yeosang you pick the bread and the canned goods. Seonghwa can get the drinks and whatever junk San wrote down.”

“Alright,” Yeosang took a picture of the list before Seonghwa did the same. “I’ll see you when I see you,”

You snorted. “Focus, please.”

Seonghwa grumbled something before handing the list back to you. “We should try to hurry up,” he insisted.

“You should have stayed in the house and taken a nap,” you replied with a side glance. “Let’s go.”

Humming along the music that played on the mini-market’s speakers, you grabbed everything from your list in a reasonable time. Wandering around the halls, you found Seonghwa first. His list already finished as his eyes scanned the organic snacks.

“You good?” you asked, startling him slightly. “Sorry.”

“I’m fine,” he nodded towards the cart, “All done, just waiting for Yeosang I guess?”

“Yeah, he should be done soon, though.”

“I don’t like him,” Seonghwa spoke again, breaking the incredibly suffocating and awkward silence between you.

“What?” you almost gasped, eyes darting to him.

“The boy from the book, I mean,” he explained after a long pause, returning the jar of organic olives to the shelf. “The peasant trying to help.”

“Oh,” you breathed, “Giving a little context next time won’t hurt you.”

Seonghwa lifted a shoulder. “I thought you’d know what I was talking about.”

“Well I like him. And he’s more than a peasant, by the way,”

“Yeah, I already guessed he’s the spy,” Seonghwa raised both eyebrows. He was lying, he’d accidentally spoiled that part of the book earlier, while trying to know the ending. Which luckily he didn’t find.

“Stop!” you whined, “I’m serious, don’t spoil the book for me.”

With a dismissive gesture, Seonghwa grabbed the same jar of olives, re-reading the label he’d already skimmed through three times. “You’re already there, you cannot tell me you trust him.”

“I do. He’s trying to help the girl, despite what he did in the past.”

“Absolutely not—“

“I’m done!” Yeosang appeared on the other side of the aisle, “I couldn’t find the canned soup from the brand Yunho likes, also there weren’t any chocolate muffins, so I grabbed these.”

“y/n is allergic to cranberries,” Seonghwa muttered as he looked at the bread Yeosang was holding.

“You are? I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine,” you soothed, “You didn’t know. And I don’t mind, I’m sure everyone will be okay with them.”

“I can just change them. It’s dangerous to have things around that you’re allergic to, I had no idea—“

“Yeosang it’s fine. I just get a rash, I won’t die,” you chuckled, “And it’s enough if I don’t eat them, just take them. I want to go home.”

“Leave them,” Seonghwa told him, “We’ll meet you in line three to pay.”

“We should have just taken the muffins,” you muttered, falling in line behind him.

“He should have known,” Seonghwa didn’t look at you as he started getting things out of the cart while the cashier greeted him with a smile.

“It’s not that big a deal,”

But he didn’t answer, and didn’t even look at Yeosang when he finally joined you too. Half destroyed blueberry muffins in his hands this time.

Seonghwa couldn’t focus on anything that weren’t the signs he should have picked up on before. The way Yeosang lingered while everyone made their way out of the house on the way to the beach, the way his eyes scanned around the room and he immediately made himself smile before meeting your eyes. Not to mention the photo album he’d gifted you and he couldn’t shut his mouth about, saying he would help you print the pictures as soon as you were back in the city.

All of it in three days, but how long had this been going on?

“Are you ready?” Yunho kicked Seonghwa’s leg gently, to get him out of his stupor. “Everyone’s outside already.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Seonghwa got up, smoothing his pants and straightening his shirt. “This should be fun, right?”

Yunho shrugged. “Of course.”

The bar you visited every year had closed in earlier months, so now you had no option but to drive half an hour to another one. According to the online reviews, it was clean, fun and served strong drinks. Nobody in the group had opposed the idea of trying it, so you had planned the whole night around it.

Seonghwa cleared his throat beside you, who was waiting to get in the car. “You look pretty,” he complimented, his lips forming a thin line.

“Thanks,” you gave him a weak smile. “You look good, too.”

Your interactions with him these days came down to ‘good morning,’ ‘good night,’ and ‘thank you.’ The book conversations had been put on hold, if not forgotten, since you hadn’t been in the mood to read without thinking about Seonghwa. And he hadn’t brought it up again, despite his very strong opinions on the characters.

“Let’s go! We’re not getting younger!” Jinah pushed her hand on the steering wheel, honking until she almost left everyone deaf.

You wouldn’t say it outloud, but you were close to not being able to stand her. She was loud and arrogant, and her friendliness towards you from the drive here had disappeared as quickly as it had shown up in the first place. Being her only female company was taking a toll on you, even if she was far more interested in Hongjoong than she was on you.

You squeezed in the back seat next to Seonghwa, Yeosang on his other side. Yunho and San were taking the small car, once again making you regret your transport choices.

On the brightside, in the whole three days you’d spent at the house nobody had said anything about how ‘mature’ Seonghwa and you were acting by still being on vacation together as exes. Maybe it was too soon to ruin the vibe.

“Can you come to the bathroom with me?” Jinah yelled above the music, her grip on your arm tightening as she pulled you away from Yeosang, who stopped swaying with the music to watch you walk away before you could even utter a word.

After receiving an apologetic look from Hongjoong, Yeosang walked to the bar where Seonghwa had been sulking all night. It didn’t take a genius to feel the tension between them, and Yeosang wasn’t exactly sure how to fix that, or that he even wanted to.

“You’re not going to dance?” he questioned, taking a seat beside Seonghwa. The bartender had just removed two bottles of beer belonging to his friend. “I’ve seen a couple girls ask you, and three guys.”

“I don’t feel like it,” Seonghwa muttered gesturing for the bartender to bring him another drink. “How did you see that? You seem too focused on other things.”

Yeosang chuckled awkwardly. “Everyone’s having fun but you.”

“Of course I’m having fun,” Seonghwa stared at him with a straight face. “Seeing you try to woo my ex-girlfriend is exhilarating.”

Yeosang fell silent, his smile leaving his face immediately. “Is that what you think that is?”

“You tell me,” Seonghwa took a sip from his new drink, glare still set on Yeosang. “How long have you liked her for? The two months since we broke up?” a taunting smile, “While she was still dating me? Maybe even before that?”

“Stop,” Yeosang clenched his jaw, “This is not the place to talk about that.”

Seonghwa nodded. “You didn’t deny it though. So which was it?”

“She’s done with you, you know that, right?”

It was Yeosang’s turn to push and he wasn’t going to back down right now.

“If you say so,” Seonghwa nodded again. “It doesn’t mean I’m done with her, or you.”

Yeosang frowned. “So now you’re going to play the ‘no one else can have you’? That’s real mature.”

“No,” Seonghwa gripped his bottle tighter than before. “You can’t have her.”

You found Seonghwa down by the dining room the next morning. He was already changed for the day ahead and was reading silently as he finished the last of the orange juice you’d bought.

“Good morning,” you greeted softly, a slight headache was bothering you already and you were regretting drinking so much the previous night. “Breakfast?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “First up,” he replied simply.

You groaned internally at the stupid first up rule. All of you had come up with it a while ago, and it hadn’t turned out well, like a lot of your ideas. The first two who got up in the morning would be in charge of breakfast for the rest. Which meant a lot of the time, everyone would force themselves to get up as late as they possibly could, despite being awake since the first light of day.

“Any ideas?”

“Pancakes?” Seonghwa put minimum effort when it came to making breakfast because either way, someone would complain about something. Even the smallest thing.

“I’m in,” you shrugged, looking over his shoulder as he closed the iBooks app on the tablet. He had picked the book up again.

Both of you worked in silence at first, you making yourself busy with the batter while Seonghwa diced fruit on the opposite counter. Your mind wandered off to the previous night, first to the compliment he’d given you that had occupied your thoughts more than you would admit, and then to the grumpiness he’d held on to all night long as he watched you dance with Yeosang. You’d noticed, because, maybe, some silly part of you deep down was glad that he felt jealous.

“First pancake!” You chirped placing it in a plate. The first pancake of the batch was usually really ugly, which was the reason you ate it before anyone could see it, plus it worked to do some fixings for the rest. “Come on, try it.”

Seonghwa smiled as he cut it in half with the fruit knife. Popping it in his mouth before it cooled down enough, making gestures as it burned his tongue.

Laughing, you blew on yours before eating it too. “What do you think?”

“I think it tastes great,” he stuck his tongue out, still in pain. “You’re always good at making pancakes.”

“It’s literally store pancake mix,” you smiled at him, turning away almost immediately. “We should hurry, they’re probably going to come down soon since we’re already cooking.”

You’d been right, and it wasn’t long until Jinah and Hongjoong walked into the kitchen, praising you for the breakfast while also calling you boring for choosing something as safe as pancakes.

“I’m so excited about today!” Jinah whooped, sitting in one of the kitchen island’s high chairs. “I’ve never tried surfing.”

“I’m sure you’ll love it, baby,” Hongjoong beamed, he had the decency to help you out by making the coffee.

You didn’t love it. And you were sure Jinah wouldn’t either, not when she swallowed so much salt water her throat would be burning and threw a tantrum like she’d done a couple days before, when you went water skiing and she had fallen into the water in her first two attempts.

The kitchen filled with people in a matter of minutes, everyone was low-key hungover and tired but surfing was another one of the activities the group looked forward to every year.

Seonghwa slid a plate in front of you, placing his right next to it before sitting down.

“I was about to get up to—“

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, giving you a pair of strawberries from his own plate.

“You don’t have to do this,” you couldn’t help the nervous chuckle as you looked around. Yeosang wasn’t in the kitchen yet, he’d probably gotten out of breakfast duty by making his morning jog longer.

“I don’t mind,”

“Thank you,” you started cutting your fruit in small pieces, ignoring Jinah and Yunho’s glances.

There was something off about Seonghwa again, but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. The trip would last only a couple days more, it wasn’t time to fuck everything up with some sort of drama.

You drove to the beach where you always went surfing, upstate and about forty minutes away from the house. Yunho had invited a girl he’d met the night before named Eunjeong, she was nice and gentle and luckily, her presence had made Jinah forget all about you.

“Are we starting a book club now?” San called, standing in front of you. Droplets falling from his hair and into the open page of your book.

“What?” You closed the book a little bothered by the water that had gotten on it, even if it’d been tiny drops.

You hadn’t bothered to get into the wet suit like San, Yunho and Yeosang. They were the only ones who had started surfing while Eunjeong, Jinah, Seonghwa and Hongjoong played volleyball.

“Seonghwa is reading the same book,” San explained with a short eye-roll, followed by a frown. “Is this a way of bonding again or...?”

You scoffed. “He just got interested in it. It’s not like the book belongs to me,”

“Right,” he nodded although unsure, “Well, um...”

You could tell this conversation was going somewhere else, but San held back, wisely.

“You should change! Come surf with us for a bit,”

“I never learn,” you whined, “And I hate when water gets in my nose, it burns.”

“Come on!” He insisted, pulling on your arm a little to get you up the chair you were occupying.

“Okay, fine. Just so you won’t tell me I’m a killjoy,”

“Want some assistance?” Yeosang smiled, looking up at you from his seat on the sand.

“Need it, is more like it,” you pulled on the neck of your wet suit. “I still wonder how I haven’t broken a bone while attempting to surf.”

“You’re a natural, you just hesitate too much,” Yeosang encouraged, shaking his hair. “But this might be your year,”

You hadn’t spoken much to him since the club. He’d been a little quiet when you came back from the bathroom with Jinah and had wished you a frankly dry good night when he went into his room back at the house. And on the ride here he’d had to go on the other car since Eunjeong had taken the spot much too quickly.

“Oh, doubtful,” you chuckled, “But it never hurts to try again.”

It was instant how everything filled with laughter, both yours and the other boys’ who were surfing. It was true you still fell off the board more times than you could count but with Yeosang’s help you could actually surf a couple waves shortly.

Soon the rest of the group joined you in the water, making everything even more entertaining, until everyone got hungry enough to leave the sea.

You followed Eunjeong and Jinah to return the wet suits and then back to your picnic, complimenting the former on how good she was while the latter still tried to get water out of her ear canal.

“You did great too, y/n!” Eunjeong cheered, “I thought you said you sucked.”

“I did! Yeosang just helped me a lot today,” you laughed wiggling your fingers in the sand. “Otherwise I don’t think I would have tried.”

“You seem to be very close to Yeosang,” Jinah commented casually. “I thought Seonghwa was your ex,”

“He is,” you nodded, your jaw clenching. “How are those two things related, though?”

“Oh, well...” Jinah puckered her lips, “It seems to me like you’re enjoying the attention. I hope you also enjoy breaking their friendship. Just my opinion, though!”

Eunjeong was practically sprinting to Yunho to avoid the awkwardness and Jinah just shrugged before yelling to Hongjoong, in the attempt of keeping you from biting back at her.

This was none of her business, yet her words stung you. Was that what you were doing?

But you didn’t even know if Yeosang liked you that way.

“Why the long face?” Yeosang questioned as you sat next to him.

“It’s not a long face,” you huffed, “I don’t even want to talk about it.”

Jinah smiled at you from across where you were sitting, a ‘see what I mean’ smirk on her lips. If she weren’t Hongjoong’s girlfriend you would have thrown yourself at her.

“Don’t worry, she annoys every one at some point,” Yeosang whispered, offering you a red cup filled with sparkling water and a touch of alcohol. “What did she tell you?”

“She’s just getting her nose in something that she shouldn’t,” you took a sip, almost coughing by how strong it was. “Hongjoong must be blind.”

“Eh, let’s not judge him harshly,”

“Oh, I will.”

“Let’s take a picture,” Yeosang suggested, finally making you look away from Jinah. “To remember the day you acknowledged your talent in surfing.”

“You are exaggerating,” you snorted, “But I’ll take it.”

Seonghwa stared at the two of you as Yeosang took the picture, too close to crush his own cup in his hand to pretend like he was unbothered.

He was definitely having a terrible day. He’d face-palmed himself at how much of an idiot he’d been by not offering to help you surf instead of wasting his time playing with Hongjoong. Or at least approached you while you were still sunbathing and reading, the way San had done.

“So,” Jinah started, interrupting your chitchat. “I noticed you two are reading the same book, is it any good?” She pointed at Seonghwa first. “It’s cool you are still so close. I never talk to my exes again.”

Eunjeong nudged Yunho lightly, a small warning.

“We have a lot of things in common,” you replied, “I don’t see how this is an ‘ex’ thing.”

“I mean you’re still so close, it’s a little weird. You didn’t even mind sleeping together the day we drove up here,” her gaze set on Yeosang while she said it, breaking eye contact only to drink from her cup.

The silence that fell between you felt a lot heavier than the rain that would pour a few hours later, judging by the dark hues in the clouds above.

“Jinah...” Hongjoong whispered awkwardly.

“I don’t think that’s something you can talk about,” Eunjeong said, “Look, I don’t know you all but this whole drama you’re trying to start is tasteless.”

“I’m just—“

“You should just shut up,” Seonghwa spoke finally. “You’ve been rude to y/n the whole trip. And whatever is between her and me is none of your business,” he looked at his best friend, whose lips formed a thin line. “Sorry Hongjoong but she’s being awful.”

San rubbed his temples with two fingers, knocking his drink with his knee, he got up. “Why don’t we just call it a day?”

“I say we call it a trip,” you muttered, getting up as well. You gave Eunjeong a grateful look and avoided Hongjoong’s gaze as you started picking up trash and the rest did the same.

The ride back was worse. Hongjoong and Jinah had an argument right before getting in the car, and Eunjeong didn’t want to ride with her again, and you didn’t want to ride with Seonghwa. Yet, you got stuck in the car with him since he knew he’d fight with Hongjoong if he went in the other.

Yunho and Eunjeong disappeared the moment you got to the house, and you wanted to do the same. But you felt like you had to talk to Yeosang too, whom seemed way tense since Jinah had started to talk.

“Do you want some ramen?” You questioned, catching him halfway up the stairs. “I was going to make some...”

“Sure, thanks,” Yeosang rubbed his forehead, retracing his steps down. “Let’s do it.”

“About what Jinah said...” You cleared your throat, leaning against the counter as you waited for the water to boil. “I didn’t think it was important to mention it because...”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Yeosang interrupted, “Especially when it comes to Seonghwa.”

“She just made it seem like...” You sighed, “Like we’re still into each other, or like something else happened. And—“

“And you’re not?” Yeosang couldn’t bite his tongue before the words were out. “Your break up was pretty recent, no one would blame you.”

Yeosang thought he should have realized it before. He would get his heart broken by you again, and although he could have helped it by not blurring the line of your friendship, he’d fallen for it again.

Seonghwa had guessed it right. Yeosang had liked you long before you even started dating his friend, and although he’d kept his feeling to himself, it had still hurt when you started dating Seonghwa.

You had chosen him, and history was repeating itself. That’s what happened to fools like him.

“Just—“ Yeosang got up from his seat. “Be careful this time around, will you? He should want you back for the right reasons.”

Not for Yeosang not to have you, like he’d said. But Yeosang had accepted he couldn’t have you already.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered as he walked out the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Yeosang.”

“I know,” he nodded, a sad smile on his lips. “I know you are.”

The storm was fierce enough it made the power go out soon. You could only hope it would be gone by the next morning so you could go back home first thing.

Jinah had thrown another tantrum, San didn’t even know what to do to bring the vacation spirit back, Seonghwa hadn’t shown himself since you came back from the beach and Yeosang had also built a wall between you in a matter of seconds. You felt sorry for Yunho and Eunjeong who hadn’t even had the chance to hang out properly before saying goodbye. But like you said, it was best to call it a trip.

The only light in your room came from the kindle on your lap, but you couldn’t really focus with the thunder and lightning falling outside, making you jump every few seconds. Plus the darkness made you uncomfortable, but you didn’t want to bother anyone nor seem childish about it.

The knock on your door made you jump as much as the previous thunder. And you scoffed at yourself before jumping from bed to open it.

“Are you okay?” Seonghwa asked, lowering his phone away from your face.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you cleared your throat. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” Seonghwa frowned. “I thought... well, you don’t like being alone when it’s dark. And you didn’t go downstairs for a candle for your room,” he waved a candlestick stuck in a base in front of you.

“I— thank you. You shouldn’t have bothered,” instead of just taking the candle, you let Seonghwa inside your room. Mistake number... thirty-five, at this point?

“It’s no bother,” he shrugged, walking to the nightstand guided by his phone again. He lit the candle and turned the phone off, giving the room a warm amber glow.

“I should go,” Seonghwa inhaled sharply, “Is your phone dead? You should play some music.”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked softly.

Of course Seonghwa looked after you when you were dating, but he’d been twice as attentive in the past few days than in a year of relationship.

“I just want to help,”

You closed the door. Mistake thirty-six.

“Why now, though? What are you doing, Seonghwa?” You ranted, walking over to him. “For two months I heard barely anything from you. You hated me, you were done with me. And suddenly you’re acting like this,”

“Like what?” Seonghwa turned his face away. Feeling his stomach sink at the mention of him hating you.

“Like you care about me!” You groaned in frustration, “You didn’t even spare my feelings when you broke up with me. I know what you said, you were bored. You couldn’t wait to walk out the door. You returned my things in five minutes and called it a night like I wasn’t even there.”

“I do care about you,” Seonghwa stared at you, “I never hated you and– I have no excuses for being a jerk. I really don’t. I thought that’s what I wanted, for us to be over.”

“Don’t say you care about me now. What changed? The scenery? Was it the beach that made you realize you might be able to stand me a little bit more than you thought...?”

And it hit you. He was seeing you in another light, and that was all thanks to Yeosang.

“You don’t want to be with me, do you?” You laughed bitterly, “You just don’t want me to be with anyone else,”

“Of course I don’t want you to be with anyone else!” Seonghwa yelled over the next thunder outside. “Because I want you. I never stopped wanting you, and I know I don’t deserve to have you back. But I’m going to be stupid and entitled enough to ask, anyway.”

You took a step back. “How long are you going to want me for, this time?” There was still that bitterness in your tone as you spoke. “Until you realize I’m still your boring old girlfriend, in your boring college, in your boring town?”

“I’ll want you until you don’t want me anymore. And if that moment is now, I’ll accept it. Because I know I was a jerk, not only to you.”

“Say that you love me, Seonghwa, and mean it.”

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for everything I said after our break up. I’m sorry for not showing that I cared about you enough, and I’m sorry that I made you feel like I wanted you just so no one else could have you.”

You bit your lower lip as he took a step towards you.

“And I love you so much. And hopefully, if I’m a little lucky, you still love me too.”

“I do,” you muttered, feeling stupid and ridiculous for admitting what you’d denied for so long. “I do, damn it. Please don’t hurt me again.”

Another lightning illuminated the room as Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you carefully.

“See, snakes can go back to their human forms just fine,” Seonghwa chuckled against your hair. “Well, maybe with a lot of help.”

“I’ll tell you the ending right this second, if you don’t kiss me.”

“I think I know how it ends,” Seonghwa smiled softly, his lips touching yours gently and then faster, a bit more desperate as he brought you closer to him.

It never hurt to try again.

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For You and Only You

Ship: Coby x Luffy(CobyLu)

!!!Warning!!!: Smut scene/Violence

Summary:

In which the World's jaws were dropped as the marriage between the newly crowned Pirate King and the newly appointed Fleet Admiral was announced.

******

Two silver rings.

Both were worn by two lovers.

A calloused hand was the one that gently slid the ring on a more thin and tan one.

The seas that surrounded the supposed 'last Island' of Grandline have been calmed as they crowned their new king.

"May you be willing to make me the happiest man right now and be my nakama forever?"

The Pirate King knew what the pink-haired Fleet Admiral meant, was the king willing to submit to someone?

"I don't want you to submit, i want to call you mine." Selfish yet unwavering, he connected their foreheads and hugged the Twenty-year old tighter.

The sun was setting.

The other members of the Pirate King's crew were on different islands, they were on vacation. They just couldn't believe it, they achieved their dreams. They made their captain Pirate King.

"I'm... I'm willing... I wanna be your nakama, i don't wanna be seperated from you." The ravenette nuzzled his face into the crook of the pinkette's neck.

The tension died down, shoulders slumped. They both pulled back, a calloused hand grabbing hold of the other. Placing a peck on it.

"I've caught you, my King." Coby, a Marine Fleet Admiral of the Navy. His dark eyes shining with unshedded tears, he was happy.

"You caught me." Monkey D. Luffy, The Second crowned Pirate King. Hot tears of happiness slipping to his still very young cheeks.

"Let's get married." A passionate kiss was shared.

******

They made their way to the small house that could only house a three-person family.

Luffy was having some trouble trying to lock the wooden door, only to be pinned to it.

Dark eyes that usually held love now were filled with desire and longing.

Oh. Luffy realized what Coby wanted him, he wanted to do it.

He wasn't clueless like everyone though he would, he just didn't find anyone who interested him. Nami had given him the talk, but he already knew he was interested in boys not girls.

So what if he finds a man he likes.. But still wants a child? His own flesh and blood? Not an adopted one? What if they leave because Luffy couldn't give them that child? So... he visited one of the Revolutionary bases he knew, asked to meet Ivankov and change his body to that of a female.

Ivankov knew that Straw-hat boy still wanted to be well... A boy even if he wanted to give his lover a child. The Okama Queen decided only to change the reproductive organs and leave everything else the same, he lied to the captain the transition failed, that made him depressed but he got over it.

His tan hands cupped the man's toned cheeks and pulled him into another kiss. Maybe Coby won't mind he won't have children to give him.

A tounge passed his slips, Coby thinks he's addicted again. His hands moved on it's own, to the Pirate King's back, his chest, and finally settling on his hips.

Noises were muffled by the kiss, Luffy didn't need to intentionally loose, Coby had easily dominated him. A calloused hand securing his hips and another pinned his own hands above his head.

Pulling away for oxygen, they were panting. The pink-haired revolutionary realized he was forcibly holding Luffy down. "Gomen!" He whisper yelled. Luffy let out a quiet 'shishishishi', he picked the right soon-to-be-husband.

Arms snaking around his neck and nuzzled him, revealing his jaw-line as a gesture to continue. Sighing in relief, he softly kissed the sensitive parts. He easily finds them with his Observation haki.

The raven-haired man bit his lip to prevent anymore noises coming out of it. It wasn't long 'til Coby started to suck the sweet spots.

If only i could give you a child..

His captain's cloak was tossed the side, not caring where it was put. His chest had become sensitive while doing this. The pink-haired man had made their way to the only bedroom of the small house, Luffy's body started to feel hot and heavy. How did Coby manage to carry him when he was struggling to stand without his support?

He was carefully placed onto the soft mattress of his large bed, his lover looming over him. Chocolate eyes hazed with lust and confusion, he looks at Coby straight (A/N yeah 'straight', author-chan isn't sorry-) in the eyes.

Coby kept looking at him like he was everything. If he was being honest, he didn't understand how Coby found anything good in him.

Sharing short kiss before he slowly went lower to finally take what he had wanted.

Luffy's face scrunched up at the perfect mixture of pleasure. His moans grew louder, whenever he tried to speak it was sluggish.

"Co...by!" He cries out when he feels a long finger enter him, it was happening. He pulls his finger out before slowly pushing it back in, prepping Luffy for what's next.

Another one entered and a scissoring-motion began. The ravenette's face was flushed red, sweat shining in the dim moonlight, his weak voice only heard by his lover who was clearly enjoying it like it was music.

Finally he was ready, Luffy could feel Coby's tip againts his hole. He just wanted it to be in him already. "Luffy-san is impatient no matter what.." He visibly shivered, he could feel his hot breath tickle his ear.

Coby pushes his member in, Luffy's lips parts and the revolutionary captures it into a kiss. His hard member all the way in already, he let's Luffy adjust himself.

A question he didn't expect came from his pirate lover, "Would...would yo- you still...love me, ev- even if i ca- can't give you a child?" A rare show of weakness.

The pirate feels a soft peck on his forehead. "This is what made me fall for Luffy-san, he would always be willing to give anything to me."

He slowly takes himself out, Luffy takes a sharp inhale, then Coby slams back in. The pirate cried out in pain and pleasure, the revolutionary kept slamming himself in him.

Luffy pulled his lover into a hug, slightly biting his shoulder for being so rough on him, Coby let his forehead rest on the Pirate King's shoulders. He was so close, euphoria clouded his mind for a minute until he realized he had been rough on Luffy when he told himself to be gentle.

"Too...too fast!" Luffy felt Coby plant his seed in him, not knowing he would actually carry his child.

They had more rounds not knowing the fact that Luffy would actually get pregnant.

******

Luffy couldn't feel his legs.

Whatever happened last night after Coby's proposal, he couldn't remember.

His back was a bit sore. Brown eyes checking his surroundings. Good, he was still in the mini-house the others built for him, and he was on the same bed that they made too.

What was different was he was naked, he looked towards the window and saw his clothes were hanging to dry. The only thing covering him was Coby's marine cloak.

He just figured out that Coby became a Revolutionary for him, seeing as he can't change the corruptness of the World Government by not just being Marine.

He worked his way up as another Flag-bearer of the Revolutionary's insignia.

He didn't want to get up, he just wanted to fully process everything first and then tell the others.

Ack! Another sting, alright. He didn't really have a choice as his body was sore all around.

******

Play back time to when Coby had first awoken.

He felt his arms were surrounding someone protectively. Said person was snoring quietly.

Memories came back.

"Co....by!"

"Too...too fast-"

"Gah!"

Did he just-

Jerking his head to look, oh god... Great first impression as a Fiancee Coby. Now Luffy-san's going to think you went after him for his body.

Look, i mean. If he was being honest... He looked hot with no clothes, and someone needed to appreciate that hard-earned six pact. So he did.

Bite marks, hickeys and bruises littered his neck, chest, and even his legs!

Okay, maybe he appreciated the body too much, did Luffy-san have a good time though? Of course he did, didn't he remember how much he also wanted him when he finally stretched those inner walls?

Okay, get your mind out of the gutter before you get hard again. Pure thoughts, okay Coby? Pure thoughts.

He carefully got up not to disturb his king.(happiness bubbled up to his chest like a child getting candy.) The house was small, similar to the one on hand-island. Apparently, Luffy-san also went there but he couldn't 'accidently' run into him because of Marine buisness.

He checked the clothes that were roughly stripped away from them, did they use Armanent Haki to tear it off? It looks like his Marine cloak was intact and maybe he could use it to cover Luffy-san's over-exposed figure.

Speaking of appearences, Luffy-san had grown his hair out. Shoulder-length because he didn't want it to get in the way of battles. He had grown taller but he still looked a like a teen more than a young adult.

He still couldn't believe it, but the silver ring that was worn on his ring finger was proof of it.

Ah, right! Breakfast, Luffy-san must be hungry after the extra activity last night. Breakfast-in-bed, maybe? After all he got a lot rough when he was inside him.

Oh shoot.

Coby remembered something.

I didn't get Shanks-san, Dragon-san, or even Sabo-san's approval!

******

Sabo and Ace were irratated, but what was the reason?

Shanks and Dragon were murderous, but who did they want to kill?

(A/N answer the questions, make your answers hella funny-)

******

Back to the present.

His rubber body had finally recovered from whatever made him so sore. He could finally walk, although his back was being incooperative and won't let him sit up.

The smell of eggs and bacon hitting his nose, Coby made breakfast! The smell was becoming stronger, was this...?

"Luffy-san, i see you're awake. Ohaiyo."

"Ohaiyo." He grinned, he can ignore the his pain for a while. Coby made him breakfast, their first breakfast as fi- fian....

Blood rushed to his cheeks, turning him red. Fiancee, he had a ring! They were about to get married! Luffy didn't understand the concept of marriage so why was he acting like this?

"Our... First breakfast together..." Coby actually managed to catch up to what Luffy was thinking, he put the tray onto the desk where a special worn-out straw hat was occupying it.

"Ne... Coby."

"Mh?"

"Can i sit on your lap? My back hurts."

"O- okay!"

Yep, Luffy-san has him all around his finger.

*******

Almost a year has passed after the proposal.

Coby was trying (and failing) to dodge fireballs and shockwaves, he forgot, okay?! It was just the perfect moment! The sun was setting, their fight was over, Raftel had been conquored, and Luffy-san looked beautiful when he let his hair flow with the wind(it was always in a ponytail or a low man-bun).

Was he a simp? Well... Yeah?

"Ace, Sabo! If you don't stop i will punch you!"

"Leave them be, yoi."

"LEAVE THEM BE?! MY FIANCE IS ABOUT TO BE MURDERED, YOU STUPID PHOENIX!"

That made everyone freeze and stare at him. Even if Luffy was pissed, he would never remotely hurtfully insult someone. "Sorry." He mumbled.

Marco was no where to be seen, well... He was hiding behind Ace.

Ace-yoi, i can feel 2 life forces from your brother, yoi.

"2 life forces, what does that-"

Krik...krik....krik....

"COBY, YOU BASTARD."

******

"Fleet-Admiral!"

"Coby?!"

"You brat! What has gotten into you!?"

The final battle between the Revolutionary Army and World Government had already began, the Straw hat pirates, Whitebeard Pirates, and allies alike backing up the Revolutionary Age.

The Government was 'winning' until their Fleet-Admiral had taken out almost all the vice admirals. The looks of utter betrayal decorated the vice-admirals' faces, but Coby didn't feel any guilt.

For Luffy.

His gaze hardens as he whips his hand to remove the blood. He knew what the Celestial Dragons are like, he knew he couldn't change this system for it's own good, he knew he needed to be more than just be a marine.

"Admir-"

"Admiral, why-"

"Admiral, please talk to u-"

"Were they diobeying your orders-"

He cut off every single one of them with a punch. Albeit skull-crushing punches.

For my child.

-Flashback-

"Congrats you two!" Zoro had walked towards the two, he high-fived the pink-haired marine(writing as 'marine' because others besides the Revolutionary army and Luffy don't know he's on an undercover mission.)

"Ooohhhh~ The couple is here!"

"You two look so cute!"

"Marine-san, please treat Captain-san with the respect he deserves."

"Yeah, he might be shitty but he's our captain. Don't ever think of bedding a woman when you already have the Pirate King for a husband!"

Some were congratulatories, others were threats, i mean promises. Nami was helping the both of them pick their wedding outfits, Franky and Usopp were in charge of the decorations, Protector duty will be Zoro, Flower boys and girls will be Tama, Momonosuke, and some pink-haired girl that was also from Wano that Coby didn't recognize.

Sanji and Pudding were officially married, they were more than happy to cook the food for their captain's wedding.(A/N this is an AU remember? Pudding joined them, that was the favor she asked from Sanji.)

"It is nice to finally meet my soon-to-be son-in-law." A tall hooded man had seemingly 'appeared' out of no where, but the way Luffy's face lit up and turned to the area where the man had appeared proves that his observation had never faltered.

"Tou-chan!" Even after all the days after their recent encounter, Luffy still only made his way up to his father's waist.

"Hey, i'm here too." A blond man pouted when he wasn't the first person to be recognized.

"Sabo!" The young King rocketed towards his brother.

"Ah great, what about me?!" A freckled man had yelled dramatically. Luffy giggled, that could only mean one person.

"Ace-su!" His arms stretches out to grab the oldest brother by the shoulders and turned the hug into a group hug.

The ASL trio laughed together.

Time pass as they all sat at the long table, Luffy couldn't be happier, his father was actually protective, all his nakama(the ones that made it here) were here, chatting and laughing up a storm.

He was about to snatch another piece of meat from someone unsuspecting when he suddenly started to feel naseaus. Oh no, Luffy covered his mouth with his oily hand, slowly getting up from his seat.

Ivankov smiled knowingly.

"Let me help vyou, Mugiwara-boy." The Okama Queen gestured to the infirmary, some revolutionaries that were guarding/dining along with their Leader's family had followed the Queen. (A/N the ones who have medical knowledge.)

"Coby-boy, come with us as well." The pink-haired revolutionary immediately stood up, his chair falling to the ground. He just ignores that and starts to speed-walk after his lover and Emperio Ivankov.

When he reached the infirmary, he found Luffy...crying? Laughing? He was holding a piece of paper.

"What happened?" Coby asks, the Pirate King slowly turns to face his revolutionary lover. He was choking on his words, The pinkette strided to the bedside and hugged the pirate.

"Take a look at the picture." Koala pointed at the innocent piece of paper that Luffy was holding and looked like he would never let go. "Vyou know, vyou are one lucky man, Coby-boy!" Coby silently agrees.

"Mugiwara-boy has known his love for you for a very long time, but he didn't know if you would like him back. And when you showed signs you did, he came to me. Asked if i could alter his body so it is capable of reproducing a baby." The Admiral listened to the tale, his eyes wide as saucers, he looks down at his lover who is already fast asleep.

He didn't know he was staring too long or the fact that tears were streaming down his face. A calloused hand took the piece of paper, it was a bit crumpled so Koala flattened it for him. The man put on his blue full-moon glasses and saw the clear picture of his baby boy or girl, growing inside the womb of his pirate-lover.

Now that he's reflecting, Luffy had been feeling sick in the morning even in the afternoons for some time, he had been feeling dizzy just by staying in one place, Luffy also found difficulty controlling his emotions some times. Luffy yelled at him then he apologized and cried.

Coby felt so stupid. He fell in love with the man he was hugging even more.

For now, like most pirates do, they must keep their little treasure hidden.

-Flashback end-

He always wondered what his life would've been if he hadn't become a marine. But hey, someone needed to do the dirty-work for the wife and kids.

"Thanks brother-in-law!" Sabo smirked when Coby's posture faltered before quickly recovering. It was announced to the world that he was engaged, but to who? Now this is the moment of truth.

"Well done, son-in-law. You had wiped out most of the higher-officers." Coby had, one by one, eliminated his higher-ups. Killing some of the Celestial Dragons' relatives too. The Revolutionary Army's Leader had called their Fleet Admiral son-in-law, and the Chief of Staff had called him brother-in-law.

That could only mean...

"MEN, FLEET ADMIRAL COBY HAS GONE ROUGE. HE HAS JOINED FORCES WITH THE REVOLUTIONARY BY TAKING DRAGON'S SON'S HAND IN MARRIAGE!" The speaker boomed with the news, how?! How could the person they admired just betray them?!

"HE HAS BETRAYED ABSOLUTE JUSTICE, HE HAS SIDED WITH THE EVIL! HE IS ENGAGED TO THE SECOND PIRATE KING! MONKEY D. LUFFY, THE ULTIMATE EMPERROR OF THE SEA!" Coby grinned, he felt so joyous to had finally rid his ties with the World Government. He doesn't feel sorry at all, the look of horror and terror when the Marines saw his expression.

Shouts were heard; You bloody traitor! How could you?! Die! Scum!

All of that fell into deaf ears as the Revolutionary Army easily obtained Victory.

******

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Coby cursed under his breath, Luffy found out he had went ahead and fought in the 'Generation war' the media had called it.

He was under such stress the baby had to be born pre-maturely. The baby could have health problems and Luffy bad wanted to have the baby as normal as possible and that means perfect health!

YOU STUPID IDIOT, HE DIDN'T CHANGE HIS BODY AND CARRY YOUR CHILD JUST SO YOU COULD DO SOMETHING LIFE-THREATENING AND SCAR YOUR HUSBAND!!!

He kept on scolding himself in his head. He's serious! Luffy could also have health problems after giving birth, because he isn't a girl. He was never meant to have a womb.

Yet he was willing to change his body for Coby. Now look.

A Revolutionary had guided him to a chair infront of the birthing room, the same infirmary room where they had found out about Luffy's pregnancy. He absent-mindedly followed and sat down.

Any moment now, the brocons will-

"LUFFY?! WHERE IS LUFFY!?"

"I'M SORRY WE WENT TO THE WAR, WE HAD TO!!!"

Coby smiled amusingly, but it quickly vanished as new found anxiety. Am i going to be a good father? Luffy-san is out of the question since he handles kids well, but what about me? Screw that, will i be there for my child at all? I have a government to rebuild. It'll take time, maybe a long time. What if it takes as long as their childhood? What if i steal Luffy-san's freedom by makinh him stay in that tiny house on Raftel?

Now that is a whole darn paragraph, Coby. You'll make a great father.

"UUUAAAAWWWWAAAHHH!" Coby, Ace, and Sabo froze.... A child had wailed...

The pink-haired revolutionary's eyes widened, tears started to form. Ace coughed and roughly wiped his own tears, "Congrats Coby! Ahahah!" Sabo laughed, letting his tears roam freely unlike his brothers.

Coby nodded in acknowledgement. He was a father now. And he was going to be the best one in a century.

"Come in boys, say hello. Come meet the baby girl." A daughter! Coby has a daughter!

"Hell yeEEAAAHHH A NIECE!!" The newly appointed 1st and 2nd Division Commander of the Whitebeard fleet whooped as the Chief of Staff cried an ocean.

With Luffy, he laid there. Absolutely tired, he focuses his gaze on his daughter again. Definitely worth it, Luffy mentally notes that she has pink hair. He couldn't wait for it to grow long so he could ruffle it and she tries to fix it, she looks like her father, would she act like him?

Oh dear, that could be troublesome. He smiles anyway, she was going to be a big troublemaker like her Mama! Since he was the one who carried her, then she'll call her Mama.

His baby was so small yet she felt so big when he was still in his stomach, she's so cute with her baby fats and the soft cloth that was wrapped around her added to her charm. Maybe she got her cuteness from her Father? (A/N nah she got the cuteness from you.)

He hears a quiet creak of the hospital room open, his eyes dart to the person who entered, he doesn't want anyone else holding his baby until the father comes in and carries her!

It was Coby! Perfect timing. Luffy doesn't know if he's been waiting for a long time but whenever Coby is away time slows down and everything becomes a bit lifeless without him trying to keep him out of trouble.

"Coby... Look.. Come on, i'm.not letting anyone else carry her before you do, shishishishi..." The Pirate King giggles when the pink-haired Revolutionary's face melts.

"Hell yeEEAAAHHH A NIECE!!"

Luffy hears his brother, Ace, yell to the world. The doctors that help him in the birthing had already exited so the family could have some privacy. "Hurry up, silly. Before someone else gets the honor of holding our daughter first besides me." Luffy glared half-heartedly.

"A- ah right!" Coby, a former Fleet Admiral, a Revolutionary, a man crazy enough to marry into the 'D' Family, tripped and fell to the ground.

"Coby, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine!"

"Ehmm...gah...?"

In the end, Coby managed to hold his daughter who was already using the 'D' smile of the Monkey D. Family, he had a mental breakdown and Luffy had to comfort him.

How the baby managed to be healthy even after being born prematurely? Blame the creators for favoring the people of the 'D' family. Everything turns white.

"Oh and... Can i say something?" A pink-haired girl faded in, wearing a school uniform.

"My name is Monkey D. Kimi, nice 'ta meet'cha!"

******

I have fed my inner CobyLu

Hoped you liked it!

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Note

Not me singlehandedly going through your entire parent trap au I’m so invested even though like half of the posts are from 2015 💀

THESE THINGS HAPPEN I get such a kick out of knowing this au is still making its rounds though 😭😭

and yk what just because I know I’m never going to do anything else with this, have a 3.5k attempted scramble of fic for this au I tried writing back also in 2015. i was even less of a writer back then than I am now so it’s absolutely terrible but have at thee

“Oh, wait...” Trucy winced and tapped her earring. Apollo’s eyes widened in realization. “Looks like we have one more thing to do tonight - it’ll be super quick, I promise.”

“Oh no,” Apollo said, visibly paling, “there’s no way you’re doing that to me-”

“Then cutting my hair was a total waste,” Trucy huffed, tugging at a newly shorn lock, “because there’s no way I can go to camp with pierced ears and come home without. Come on, Polly, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just one little pinch!”

“Just one?” he asked hesitantly, eyes now trained on the sharp needle laying on the table.

Trucy paused. “Well... I guess it’s technically two. I really only wear the one earring, but both my ears are pierced.”

Apollo sighed. “Great.”

“Nah, I got this,” Trucy said, grinning toothily. “I went with Aunt Maya when she wanted to get hers pierced, even though she chickened out at the last second.” She picked up the needle and a book of matches from the table, eyes glinting. “I had to get mine repierced because of infection the first time too. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Put that apple slice back,” Apollo said, narrowing his eyes at the piece of fruit in Trucy’s hands. “They’re acidic, I don’t need that anywhere near me and oh God you’re really going to shove a piece of metal into my ear, aren’t you-”

“You sure I look okay?” he asked, patting down the skirt. He squinted down at the stark white boots he’d thankfully fit into. “I’m terrified to walk in these, they look like death traps -”

“Which is why we’re practicing,” Trucy said primly, wiping her hands on a gel-stained rag. She still didn’t quite have a grasp on the correct ratio of product to actual hair, but she was much better than when they had started five weeks ago. “Now, walk towards me.”

“One last thing, I guess,” Apollo said, removing his bracelet and handing it to Trucy, watching as she carefully slid it on. He rubbed his now bare wrist absentmindedly, feeling strangely naked without it.

“So... this is really it. We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this,” Trucy confirmed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. For all her apparent enthusiasm, she looked as nervous as he felt. The studs in her ears reflected the morning light.

“Give papa a hug for me,” he said, smiling weakly.

“Give daddy one for me too,” she said.

They hesitated a moment more before Trucy threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Apollo’s arms immediately snaked around her waist, drawing her in tight. They clung to each other, silently willing and praying this was somehow going to all work out - that they wouldn’t just to get to meet their other parent, that they wouldn’t only get a few short weeks with the other father they hadn’t even known had existed, but that they could find some way to reconcile the two, that they wouldn’t have to lose anyone across the wide expanse of the Atlantic ever again.

“You’ve had your ears pierced,” he said almost absently, cradling her head between his hands and gently turning her neck back and forth to better view the studs. He clicked his tongue. Trucy felt her heart sink.

“Do you... hate them?” she asked tentatively.

Edgeworth’s eyes snapped to hers. They were the same soft gray color as the paint Daddy always kept too much of around the house. “On the contrary - I find they suit you incredibly well. Please tell me you didn’t get an infection.”

Her face split into a wide smile.

Apollo thumbed through a stack of canvases that had been shoved into a corner. There was a thin layer of dust of them; if he had to guess, he’d say they hadn’t been disturbed for at least three months - not a particularly long stretch of time, all things considered. They were clearly less polished works, lacking the technical skill and attention to detail that made Phoenix Wright a name to be reckoned with in the art community, but they were still beautiful in their own way. Paintings of vineyards and what looked like London, towering skyscrapers and calm seas and -

His father.

Apollo blinked.

The portrait of Miles Edgeworth drawn in rich oils did not blink back. Nor did the three that followed.

“There were a lot of paintings of the same person in daddy’s works. Some guy with grey hair,” Apollo said, struggling for nonchalance.

Maya’s grip on the mixing bowl faltered. “Is that so,” she said carefully.

“Was he one of daddy’s favorite models or something he just never told me about?”

Maya pursed her lips and continued stirring with a newfound vigor. “You could say that.”

“You’re not Apollo?” he asked, voice thick. “You’re Trucy?”

She smiled weakly. “That would be correct.” One strand of hair fell lank across her forehead - how did I not notice, Apollo hasn’t used nearly that much gel in years - and he absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. He felt her press into the warmth of his hand, as if she were afraid he might suddenly vanish across the Atlantic again.

“I hope you don’t - I hope you don’t hate me,” she said, voice beginning to waver, “it’s just that Polly and I met at the camp and the whole thing sort of just spilled out. I’ve wanted to see you for so long, and Polly felt exactly the same way about Daddy, so we sort of just - just switched lives and hoped it wouldn’t take you so soon to notice. I really hope you don’t hate me, because I’ve wanted to meet you basically my whole life and I hope that maybe one day you can love me for me and not Polly and -” (this is ALL from movie tho so mix this up)

Edgeworth’s left hand came to cradle the rest of Trucy’s face, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Oh, my dear,” he said, cautiously tugging her forward. She came willingly, all but sprawling across his chest, tucking her head underneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’ve loved you since the day you came to me,” he whispered into her hair, blinking away the beginnings of tears he felt gathering at the corner of his eyes. He felt her tighten her hold and he did the same.

He poured himself a thumbnail of scotch, perfectly content to pretend he didn’t have tickets to a plane back to a state he had vowed never to set foot in again departing in less than four hours. “He was rather handsome,” he found himself admitting, absentmindedly swirling the glass and taking a sip. He paused, staring at nothing and mumbling to himself, “...had the most crooked smile. Always made me weak at the knees.”

“What was that, sir?”

Edgeworth snapped his attention back to the other man; he’d nearly forgotten Gumshoe was even in the room. “Nothing, nothing, never mind, have you seen the tickets?”

Gumshoe shrugged. That was Trucy’s cue.

“Almost ready, papa?” she asked, stepping smoothly into the room from her hiding place behind the thick wooden door. Edgeworth looked just as wild-eyed as she’d been hoping.

“Yes, of course, I’m almost finished packing -”

She didn’t even have to look at his still mostly bare suitcase to know he was lying.

“ -and you did tell your father we were coming, didn’t you?” he finished, placing his drink on a nearby dresser and running his fingers shakily through his hair.

“Absolutely,” Trucy promised.

“Ah,” Edgeworth said, fiddling with his waistcoat buttons. They looked like they’d been polished recently.

“Liar,” Gumshoe leaned down to whisper. She shushed him.

“Might I suggest we continue this little gathering inside,” Maya said, already beginning to shepherd the twins - the twins, she was going to need another vacation just to process the fact that they were together again - into the room. She twisted back around to look at Edgeworth, still shoving Apollo (that was Apollo, right?) forward. “Hi,” she began again, offering a free hand, “you probably don’t remember me -”

“Maya!” he interrupted, smiling warmly and bending to kiss her chastely on the cheek. His breath was sour with vodka and his glasses clunked awkwardly against her face. As he turned and stepped fully into the room, Maya’s cheeks(rp) began to hurt from smiling so fiercely.

“I knew I always liked him,” she said to no one as she closed the door.

This was ridiculous. This resort was full of entirely too many people who favored the same sort of eccentric clothing that man had even fourteen years ago, a disproportionate amount of them with the same slate grey hair. He almost would have written that (awkward*) expression seen from across Dahlia’s shoulder/a hotel lobby as a figment of his overtaxed imagination had it not been so much realer than the stacks of canvases in his studio. Which meant Miles was here, but he’d swept the first level of the hotel twice already after begging Dahlia to take to her room for a bit, the pool area was as depressingly empty as the inside was, and -

There he was.

Across the pool, descending the steps carefully from the inside lounge area and walking on the balls of his feet like he always did when he’d had a bit too much to drink (and why did he still remember that) was, without a doubt, Miles Edgeworth.

Phoenix suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Edgeworth was halfway down the opposite path before Phoenix realized he should probably do something.

“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering his way through the crowd. It would be rude and more than a little intrusive to just call out his ex-husband’s name in the middle of a resort, right? Perhaps not as rude as nearly shoving the poor bellboy into the shrubbery, but, well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

He didn’t immediately notice the odd assortment of friends and family and a lumbering man in striped green swimming trunks perched on pool chairs as he stepped past, but they certainly noticed him.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said vaguely, refusing to take his eyes off Edgeworth. He was abruptly terrified he might vanish again if he did.

“Nick, watch out -”

“Hey, pal -”

“Daddy -”

With that, Phoenix collided into a passing service boy, arms pinwheeling wildly as he fell directly into the pool behind him.

“Hello Miles,” he said, smiling sheepishly and wringing out his tie. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck and settled for clenching his hands into tight fists instead. “Or do you people call you Edgeworth now?”

“Miles is - Miles is fine,” Edgeworth said weakly, trying to look anywhere but Phoenix, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation they should be having for the first time after fifteen years. “My father still calls me Miles.”

Something warm coiled in his chest. It felt infinitely more dangerous than it had fifteen years ago.

“You always had a smart mouth,” he murmured, rubbing a swathe of cleaning ointment along the cut on Phoenix’s forehead. Phoenix hissed.

“So glad you remembered,” he bit through gritted teeth.

“Hush.”

Phoenix hmmed but stayed silent for a few more seconds, staring at Edgeworth as he dug back into the first aid kit. Edgeworth tried not to flush under the scrutiny.

Phoenix held his wrist in a loose grip. He should have felt clammy from the pool and the rapidly descending night, but he blazed oddly hot against Edgeworth’s skin.

“Miles, I-”

“Feenie? Who is this?”

“Dollie!” Phoenix said, shooting upright and wincing at the sudden dizziness.

Edgeworth’s burgundy coat was hung carefully over his arm, too thick for the warm California night. The buttons on his waistcoat glinted from a nearby streetlamp’s glow.

Phoenix swallowed.

“Do you have any idea where they’re taking us?” Edgeworth asked, leaning in slightly. Phoenix’s (nose twitched? something about scent memory?) and he refused to let himself acknowledge that Miles’s choice of aftershave hadn’t changed since the day they’d met. He abruptly remembered the taste of cheap wine and overly sweet cake on his tongue, felt the ghost weight of a ring fifteen years gone.

He hastily turned away.

“No idea.”

“Grandfather chipped in a bit -”

“Apollo,” Edgeworth warned.

“Alright, so Grandfather chipped in a lot, whatever, we’re poor teenagers, the point is,” he said, emphasizing the final word by pulling the ship’s impressive doors open with a firm tug, “it’s ours for the night.”

Phoenix whistled shrilly in appreciation, instinctively reaching out to ruffle Apollo’s hair. It was a testament to how important the night was that Apollo merely batted Phoenix’s hand away. “Seriously, dad,” he mumbled. His scowl was clearly forced, however; he felt oddly warm that he was able to finally use that word at all.

“Subtle,” Phoenix remarked.

“Mm,” Edgeworth agreed. “I don’t suppose we should let their efforts, however misguided they may be, go to waste, should we?”

“You just want to know who else they roped into this ridiculous scheme of theirs.”

“Oh, because you don’t.”

“I,” Phoenix said, moving to the chilled champagne propped by the windowsill and popping its cork, “have a perfectly healthy level of curiosity. It does not involve wondering what’s going on in my kid’s head. Trucy is a teenager. That’s terrifying.” He carefully poured the sparkling drink into two glasses and offered one to Edgeworth.

“I find that somewhat difficult to believe,” Edgeworth said, striding forward and taking the proffered glass. He made certain their fingers did not brush. “Thank you.”

They waited until she had hastily bowed out of the room before turning their focus back to each other. “Miles, that’s why we came up with this arrangement in the first place,” Phoenix continued, nonplussed.

“Really?” Edgeworth carefully picked up his glass flute, trying to ignore the tremor he felt running through his hands. “I thought it was because we’d agreed to never see each other again.”

Phoenix’s heart clenched. “Not ‘we’, Miles,” he said slowly, spreading his hands on the tablecloth and feeling like if he missed a step here, he would risk something he couldn’t afford to lose again.

Edgeworth took a shaky draw of wine. “You know,” he said slowly, seemingly forcing himself to meet Phoenix’s eyes, “that part is unclear to me as well.”

“Oh, you don’t remember the day you packed?” Phoenix asked.

“No, I remember that day perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that - oh God, what was it -”

“It was Kamisar’s Modern Criminal Procedure. It left a dent in the wall from where it rebounded off my head.”

“Oh,” Edgeworth said, at least having the grace to look properly abashed. “Right. Sorry.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s not like I was making it that easy on you.

And....” Edgeworth trailed off, twisting a napkin between his fingers. “You didn’t chase after me.”

Phoenix felt (something) shift. “I didn’t know that you wanted me to.”

“A toast to -”

“Our children,” Edgeworth cut in. He ignored the tightening in his chest at the our.

“Our children,” Phoenix repeated slowly, as if the words didn’t quite match with what his mouth had wanted to say.

“We both got where we actually wanted to go.”

Phoenix’s eyes never wavered from his. “We did,” he said, voice strange.

They toasted again and finished their meal in silence.

“Apollo, what are you doing in those clothes? We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“We’re getting totally ripped off,” maybe-Trucy said. “Daddy said we’d get our camping trip and we want to go.”

“Wait, hang on,” Phoenix interrupted, “what camping trip?”

“The one Aunt Maya and I make you take us on every year before school starts,” almost-definitely-Trucy said. Phoenix began to lift his finger in triumph, sure he’d found his kid -

“ -the one behind the house that runs all the way up to Gourd Lake, remember when you fell in that one year,” I’m-not-too-sure-if-this-one-is-still-in-fact-Apollo finished.

Phoenix’s arm fell listlessly to his side. Edgeworth snorted.

Phoenix shot Edgeworth a look. Thanks for helping, one of these is yours. “This is entirely unfunny, you’re going to make your father miss his flight,” he said, shifting his attention back to the twins. Honestly, he was an Ivy University graduate and Miles was a world renowned defense attorney, how were they being duped by their own kids -

“Apollo -” Edgeworth began.

“Yes?” they both said in unison.

Edgeworth groaned. “They get this from you, I’m sure,” he said.

“It’s not my fault you’ve apparently been raising a devilishly deceptive teenager,” Phoenix quipped back, never taking his eyes off the twins. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine pound at the base of his neck. “He’s probably rubbed off on Trucy.”

The twins grinned.

Phoenix rubbed a hand over his eyes before stooping to their height once again. He stared hard at each of them, looking back and forth between their faces. “This one’s Trucy,” he said slowly, pointing a finger to the sibling in orange. “I’m positive.”

“You know, I hope you’re right, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong kid all the way back to Germany - ”

“ - would you?”

How was any of this fair?

“Here’s our proposition. We go back to Daddy’s house, pack our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip.”

“The four of us?” Edgeworth interjected. They ignored him.

“And when you bring us back,” maybe-Trucy-maybe-Apollo continued, “we’ll tell you who’s Trucy and who’s Apollo.”

“Or,” Edgeworth said, carefully stepping around and in front of Phoenix and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, tapping his finger rhythmically against his arm, “new plan. I take one of you back to Germany with me whether you like it or not.”

Two identical sets of eyes twinkled back at him.

(He felt a migraine beginning to pound in his left temple.)

“You can cook now?” Edgeworth asked.

“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said. “I can make pasta. And pasta. Probably more pasta, if you ask really nicely.”

“Hm,” Edgeworth said, eyebrows scrunched in mock thought, “pasta sounds good.”

Phoenix grinned, bumping Edgeworth’s shoulder. He was warm through the cotton. “Pasta it is.”

Edgeworth looked across the seat at Apollo. His glassy eyes reflected the flickering street lamps as the taxi sped down the empty street.

“Apollo, I -” he began, deflating as Apollo turned further away. It’s entirely justified, he thought despondently. I’d hate myself as well.

“Grandfather?” Apollo called, shrugging out of his heavy jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The house was silent.

“I’ll check the study,” Edgeworth said, tugging his jabot loose. Apollo nodded and headed towards the direction of the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. Pushing open the wide doors that led to the study, Edgeworth saw someone reading a paper at the desk. He cocked his hip against the door and crossed his arms. “Hello, father. We’re back.”

The newspaper lowered. It wasn’t Gregory.

“Hiya, papa,” Trucy said. The corners of her mouth were quirked despite her obvious attempts to reign in her expression. “Did you know the Concord gets you here in half the time?”

Edgeworth slipped against the doorframe. He felt the knob dig into his hip. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”

(Edgeworth was acutely aware of the doorknob digging into his hip from when he pressed against it. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”)

Apollo walked into the room, drawn to the sound of voices. When he saw Trucy his face split into a blinding grin. “What are you doing here?”

Trucy neatly folded the newspaper on the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “It took us about thirty seconds after you left that we decided we didn’t want to lose you two again,” she said, eyes crinkling.

Edgeworth swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “We?” he said, voice cracking.

“We,” a new voice agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Edgeworth noted Trucy moving to stand by the far wall of the study, giving the vaguest attempt of privacy. It didn’t matter. His eyes were trained on Phoenix, tracking his movement as he crossed the room.

Phoenix peppered his face in light kisses, smiling into the curve of his throat and pressing his lips to the thrumming heartbeat beneath his skin.

They eventually pulled back, desperate for air. Phoenix’s eyes crinkled - crow’s feet, Edgeworth thought wildly through his haze, he’s got crow’s feet now, I haven’t seen him this close up since - and he rested his forehead against Edgeworth’s.

“God, I’m never letting you go again,” he whispered, hands snaking around the other man’s back to pull him even closer.

“You want to toast with this? I’d have thought you might want to upgrade to something with a little more class.”

Phoenix smiled sloppily, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “You’re the only one I said I’d drink it with, remember?”

Edgeworth smiled back. He took the proffered bottle warmed by the weather and tugged his husband into a proper kiss, matching rings glinting in the dying sunlight.

#bluefaewren #replies #parent trap au #attempting to write tag

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arlertwifey · 3 years

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snk cast x gn!reader + cute summertime romance

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, PLEASE!

☼ — ft. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Levi, Hanji, & Erwin (all characters are 18+)

☼ — genre: pure fluff + gn!reader x character, warnings: mentions of vandalism/petty crime, alcohol mentions

☼ — a/n: please enjoy my first snk x reader content :)

E R E N

Fills his time with a weird mix of volunteering around the city and committing blatant acts of vandalism

He spends his days helping out at the youth shelter and nights scribbling graffiti anywhere he can find a spot. Takes you to spray-paint every underpass you come across

Unnaturally good at arcade games and wins you lots of little random plushies from the claw machines. Your favorite is an angry-looking brown bear that you can’t help but think resembles him

Loves to stay up late and discover new parts of the city with you. Has a bad habit of falling asleep on your shoulder wherever you are though, when he finally runs out of energy

Even though he tries to play it off like he’s too cool for them, insists that you two take cute photobooth pictures together and keeps his favorite of them in his wallet

A R M I N

Practically lives at the beach during the summer. The two of you plan out your days there in advance so your able to visit the different tide pools and see various sea creatures.

Has a strong sweet tooth. He’s a huge fan of any type of frozen treat, but is extremely partial to slushies. In at least half the pictures you get of your summertime adventures, his mouth is stained teal from the blue-raspberry flavor he always buys.

Gets surprisingly tan during the summer, due to the fact that he’s outside whenever possible. Even when studying, he prefers to do so at parks around where he lives rather than indoors. His hair bleaches out a little further as well.

Willing to go to parties with you when the two of you are invited by mutual friends, but tends to slip outside to the porch after the first hour. More often than not, the two of you wind up ditching all together and heading off to find someplace to get late night food.

He brings you to visit his grandfather during the summertime and the two of you help him out with repairs around the house. Being around the two people he loves the most brings out Armin’s talkative side and the three of you spend your vacation days swapping stories over glasses of iced tea.

M I K A S A

Busy during the summer, so you can’t meet as much as would like

Part of her gym’s regional kickboxing team and helps teach part time. You go to all her matches and cheer till your voice gives out. She tells you that you don’t have to come, but secretly is so, so grateful that you do

On days when you’re both free, you try out all the best brunch places in the city. Mikasa prefers small family-owned businesses. The two of you quickly become regulars at your favorite spots

Sends you voice messages when you are apart ever since you said that you liked to hear her voice. She’s adorably awkward in them, usually just telling you about whatever she’s doing at the time and how much she misses you

Gets misty-eyed when you show up at the airport with flowers for her when she gets back home. Squeezes you till your out of breath and lifts off the ground a little bit when you hug again after your time apart.

J E A N

The actual best at planning a fun day full of activities

Busts his ass working at a couple part time jobs most days, but makes up for how busy is by making sure you two have the best possible time and do the most when you’re together

The type to have a bucket list for all the different activities he thinks you guys should do together. He puts a lot of effort into creating it with you. The two of you decorate two matching posters so that each of you has a copy.

A little bit of a sucker for cliches: ice cream dates and visiting waterparks. He’s a romantic at heart and with you he feels like he can finally participate in all the classic lovey-dovey activities couples do.

One of those people who acts like an influencer despite the fact that he’s only followed by family and friends. Takes super high quality pics of you so he can brag about how great his s/o is. Took a few photography classes in college and it shows. Every photo he takes of you looks amazing because you can tell just how enamored he is with you.

King of matching couple fits. Loves when the two of you wear coordinating colors or even just similar accessories.

L E V I

Not a fan of hot weather, so prefers to hang out in the evenings or early mornings when it’s cooler (which works well with the fact that he has to work most days).

Has no clue what to do during the summer, besides what you two always do, but does his best

You two go for early morning runs at his suggestion and then get breakfast afterwards. There’s a smoothie place down the block from the park that you frequent, with different local fruit specials each week.

He brings you to his favorite tea shop and you two slowly drink your way through their summer refresher menu throughout the season. You learn

Is willing to go to the beach, but be prepared to cover the man with sunscreen, because he burns. Since he knows that he won’t encounter anyone from work, he sometimes wears a large sunhat for extra UV protection.

When your vacation time finally lines up, the two of you get out of the city and head to the charming town where his mother lives. You get to help Kuchel in her garden and listen to her stories about adorable young Levi.

While he’s not extremely enthusiastic about summer as a season, he does find it far more enjoyable when he gets to spend it with you

H A N J I

Lives for traveling during the summer months, half for fun and half for their work as part of an anthropological research team. Whenever they can’t bring you along, expect lots of silly, cheesy postcards and many late night phone calls.

Thinks that camping is an absolute must. You two go on hikes together to find the best places to camp. Teaches you all sorts of cool facts about the different areas you are in. Likes when the two of you get “lost” and have to navigate back with a compass (and a park map as backup).

Makes their own homemade juice blends (some better than others) and freezes them into popsicles. Brings you them and other snacks when you’re working.

Stays up late with you and points out different constellations while you drink hot cocoa on the rooftop of their apartment building. While you don’t understand everything they are explaining to you, you love to watch their excited expression and enthusiasm as they tell you all about the world.

E R W I N

Glamorous cultural events are Erwin’s favorite part of the summertime  Expect to to be brought to opening ceremonies, christenings of cruise ships, and wine tastings

Despite the fancy events, Erwin makes sure you don’t feel too out of place by spending the evenings shit talking the other guests with you, and trying to guess who is sleeping with who and who is going to get drunk and ruin the evening

Insists that you get out of the city as often as possible, so expect a lot of weekend getaways

As much as he likes to do things with you, he can also appreciate an afternoon spent drinking sangria and reading by the poolside (a private pool, of course. He can’t resist asking you to put sunblock on his back (half because he actually needs the help, half just to see you blush at the request).

Owns a sleek vintage convertible that he’s only able to drive in the warmer months. Likes to pick you up from work in it while still dressed in his impeccably sharp suit from the office, just to see the looks on your coworkers faces

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z3nitsusgf · 3 years

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Metafisica dei panni stessi

Jean Kirstein x reader

A trip to Catania, Italy for Eren’s birthday gets Jean a little more than he expected.

Warnings: nsfw, afab fem reader, choking, spit, fingering, big dick Jean, oral (both receiving) thigh riding, masturbation, quick fuck (y’all know each other for like a day)

A/n: hiii !! This is technically my first fic, it’s a lot longe than my other works and actually has plot (crazy ik) anyways, I hope you guys enjoy <3

Jean, meets you on a bright Saturday morning during vacation in Catania. The coastal port on Sicily’s east coast, a down-at-the-heel city - an entire 8 hours from Rome, where he originally flew in from. It lies on the Ionian Sea, under the shadow of A Montagna. It is a city that prospers on trading fresh and live seafood, and where you grew up. The Yeager’s, Carla and Grisha, agreed to do something special for Eren’s 23rd birthday. Taking him and his friends on a month-long retreat to the small Italian city. They would stay with a family that they had known for decades. And to celebrate, Grisha wanted to treat them all to “the best seafood in the world”. Telling them that the good friend would cook the feast for free. Sasha had practically fainted when she heard the news.

And so from their small town in Nördlingen to Catania in just 2 and a half hours, they were before a large traditional house. It was built of local lava stone bricks, topped in baked terra cotta roofing, and thick white stucco painted walls. It was a grand 3 stories, with large open windows that let in the morning light and then the setting sun of the over the sea. Balconies on the second and third floors let you enjoy the scenery, carved metal work on the windows told a tale of timelessness. It was not overly ornate or crowded, eye-catching tiles and large wooden tables gave it a sense of unity.

Rustic open kitchens spread with hanged copper pots and pans, large tiled sinks that had a big carved window that overlooked the cliff side. It was a picture perfect paradise that was exactly what they were hoping for. And the group is greeting your mother and father, Grisha and Carla giving hugs as your parents welcome them. Jean is tired from the flight and long drive. Until you step out. And suddenly he’s got all the energy in the world to talk to you and figure out who you are. You’re wearing a light tunic blouse and linen lalita pants, letting the sea air breeze under your skin. Tan mesh braided hat that shielded the Venetian sun off your face, sandals slapping quietly against the pavement.

Giving the group a small smile and welcome in your native tongue, and Jean almost falls over as he makes his way up to you.

“Hello. I’m y/n.” He’s breathless, almost stuttering when he tries to answer you. “I’m Jean.”

You’ve got a white tote bag slung on your shoulder, like you’re leaving and for some reason it makes an ache pang in his chest. Your mother comes beside you and tells them that you’re their lovely daughter, and she’s sending you to get things for the very special dinner tonight. You were in search of fresh seafood to make for dinner, or a feast to be more accurate, your mother had informed you that a great friend of theirs was bringing her family to have a special dinner for his son. That they were going to stay among you in your home for a month, and to be kind to them. So she sent you out to acquire the needed ingredients for dinner.

“Get the freshest pesce only.” Your mother had told you, pressing a long list into your palms and kissing your cheek - ushering you to hurry so she could tend to her guests. You walked down the stepping stone path, past the front garden and the iron gate, all the way to the market at the bottom. Jean turns to your mother and asks if you need help, your mother gives him a small grin and tells him yes. And he practically runs after you. You hear his shoes slap against the pavement, and you turn to see the handsome man from before.

“Your mother thought you might need help with the groceries.” He panted out, you smirked.

“Yes, I do. Thank you Jean, you’re so kind.” And he’s blushing at your tone.

You both walked through La Pescheria, the local fish market that was surrounded by seafood restaurants. Every morning on weekdays and Saturdays, fresh fish and food of all kinds are sold here, from around 7:30 am until 2 pm. And you come like clockwork every time, since you were a child, knowing the streets like the back of your hand. Greeting neighbors and older gentlemen as you make your way down the street. Smiling at teenagers that hold cups of espresso, telling the little girls in their church dresses how pretty they look, nodding your head at the vendors you’ve known all your life.

You trailed over grey brick roads, and passed tipped red umbrellas that protected the fish from the sun, and shade the stallholders who carefully prepared the fish. Local housewives, entire families, and elderly pensioners jostle through the crowds perusing the merchandise and looking for the day’s array. The chatter of merchants, barking about their deals in Sicilian dialect to anyone who will listen, and customers bargaining over prices. Live music that floats through the street, salty ocean air that mixes with the scent of fish and fresh fruit. It’s much milder, and smells an awful lot like the ocean in addition to fish.

Catania is known for its baroque architecture, with large, wide-open squares and avenues, many of the buildings constructed from dark grey basalt lava rock. Walking along the promenade through Villafranca, on any given day you can see a dozen little fishing boats out in the sea. Even if you don’t notice them during the morning or early afternoon, you notice that there are considerably more boats on the beach in the evenings.

He trails his eyes over the large selection of seafood before him. There were heaps of twirling octopuses, pails full of snails and small clams, elegant arrangements of eels and rays, swordfish from Favignana, anchovies from Sciacca, and any other form of sea life imaginable. You stop in front and of a stall and ask for a pound of fish and various other things. He can see you pointing to certain fish, only picking a select few that you deem worthy.

“How can you tell?” Jean inquires, voice slightly slurred and slowed due to his lack of confidence. You don’t comment on his scarce Italian, nor his absence of accent that lets you know instantly that he’s a foreigner. If he were by himself he would’ve been scammed out of his money immediately.

“You know the fish is fresh – their eyes are bright and the shells and scales glisten in the sun.” You explain, happily with a genuine smile, accent thick but understandable. Jean is lucky he picked up some Italian for the limited time he’d been there after high school. He’s grateful that most locals can speak some French or German. And you both make do, speaking in limited Italian while throwing in some small French here and there.

The market was overflowing with local seasonal produce, meat, and cheese. Lining the street were stalls overflowing with oranges, lemons, artichokes and eggplants. The abundance of dried fruits, dates, nuts, and spices. You walk beside him, stopping briefly to pick up wrapped goat cheese, dates, spiced jams, and bread. Giving the vendors wide smiles, nodding your head at their hands and speaking your native tongue. Jean notices the simplistic beauty of it all.

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After you’ve made your rounds, you both are carrying many bags filled with delicious foods to make for dinner. Beginning to make your way back home. The entire time you’re getting to know him. Why he’s here, his friends names, what he does for a living, how does he like it so far, does he have a girlfriend (he does not). You come to learn that he’s almost done with college, an English major who adores all types of books. Jean asks about you in turn. Finds out you’re an art student, going to study in Florence maybe. That you are carefree and beautifully in love with the world around you.

Jean actually likes you, maybe it’s one of those things where you fall for someone and fling it out. Like the season of summer itself, flying in and then leaving just as quickly. But he finds himself being invested in you, wants you to keep telling him all about you and your plans. Wants to know what you think about this and that.

And when you return you’re swift to help your mother in the kitchen, thanking your newfound friend and telling Jean to relax in his room. After all he must be exhausted. And he relents, though all he’d like to do it sit next to you and here you speak more. Is it too soon to say he wants you to sit on his lap? He certainly wouldn’t mind it. The way your hips swing as you dash around the open kitchen. Hair tied back, you’ve shedded your button up, leaving you in a skin tight tank top that lets him see your nipples through it.

And Jean’s cock swells in his pants at the sight. Quickly turning his back and making his way to his room, not even bothering to tell Armin or Eren he’s back. Opting to quickly get in the shower, hardly waiting for the water to warm since it’s quite hot out. Jean doesn’t know what it is about you that’s got him so pent up, maybe the long trip has gotten to his head but fuck - he wants you so bad. Cock hard at the dirty thoughts of you, the way your ass looked when you bent over, and the way you sounded breathless when you started up the hill.

Jean groans, putting his fist in his mouth and biting down. Thinks about the little bit of water on your Cupid’s bow when you drank water, and how good you’d look with your lips wrapped around his dick. Pumping his weepy cock in his palm, thrusting into it till he spills all over his hand. Washes off and makes sure to get himself under control.

And you? You’re not doing much better, thinking about him the entire time he’s upstairs. It seems so abject but you can't stop thinking about it. What would he wear to dinner? Another buttoned black shirt that traverses over his chest, rolled sleeves wearing along his forearm, and his sunglasses sat atop his head? So willfully carefree, but no one appears to notice. Does he savor flavors, letting the zest and seasoning blend in his mouth, or does he consume only for sustenance?

What variety of wine does he appreciate? Did he enjoy wine at all? Would he enjoy the food or simply pick at it like a bird? What would he talk about? None of this matters because what you crave is to just glimpse him again, immerse the same space. Gaze how his lips move when he speaks, how his big dark eyes react, and how they flutter when he chuckle.

You want him. Want to hear him speak and breathe the same air as him. Kiss his jaw and spread your hands over his wide chest. Want to hear his gruff voice whisper into your ear while he slams into you, and you tug on his smooth hair. There’s a pooling in your gut at the thought, and you clench your thighs. Shaking your head and continue to help prepare the food. And after everything’s ready and set out, the group washed up and starving - bounding down the stairs at the smell of the mouth watering food. You watch for Jean and see where he sits, making sure to sit right next to him. And he gives you a soft smile.

His eyes rake over you, you’ve changed into a dress. Fitted against your body but not in a way that’ll make you overheat, light and airy. Swishes as you walk and let’s him imagine what’s underneath. Your bare feet padding on the tiled floor, a dainty anklet glimmering under the overhead light of the dining room. Low cut around your chest, and when you lean over to place a bowl of something he can’t describe, he peeks down and sees your breasts still bare underneath.

You all get to talking, making light conversation as you dig into the food. Everyone is focused on your guests, or your father. Soon everyone is having their own little conversations with one another. And Jean takes the opportunity to speak just with you. You spoke to him of the history of Catania, ancient fishing methods that many fishermen still use, the architecture that surpasses time, your neighbor’s noisiness, and everything he could think of. And he was enraptured by you, completely and utterly taken by the way every single word fell from your lips like a sweet miele.

He tried many dishes that night, more than he ever had in his entire life. Delicious plates of foods he’s never heard of, but taste like heaven. Surely that is where he is. Scarfing down sarde a beccafico, snacking on neonata, and sipping zibibbo, a floral white wine that’s often served with fish. Laughing with the entire group, Sasha nearly falling in love with you and your cooking. Eren complimenting your food, which is a rarity. And Armin asking you about the history of your city. Everyone is laughing and enjoying their food, and afterwards you wish Eren a happy birthday and watch his father pat him on the back.

When everyone is done eating, Mikasa and Armin offer to to clean up. Taking plates and cups, wiping down the table and throwing away any trash. And Jean stands next to you as you wash dishes, helping you dry them as you both continue to just talk. Your parents taking off with Eren’s to go speak on more old matters like business and whatnot. You’re quite tired from the whole ordeal, and you notice that everyone but Jean has left you alone. It’s exactly what you were hoping for.

You wipe your hands on a spare towel and turn to where Jean is leaning against the counter, “Would you like to watch the sunset? It’s quite beautiful this time of year.”

You offer, grabbing another bottle of wine of the rack and two clean glasses. Jean is nodding his head like a puppy, and you’re both making your way to the upstairs patio. Sitting in warmed comfy chairs while Jean pours your glasses. And you both continue conversing, sipping on the wine and watching the sun dip below the horizon.

You’re quite literally oogling at him, watching his jaw move when he speaks, the slight stubble of his 5 o’ clock shadow. The way his button up hugs his biceps, a few of the buttons let open for you to take a quick dip into his chest. His slicked back hair, that makes you want to run your hands through it. And the way he crosses his long legs, pant legs hugging his delicious thighs, along with the way his beautiful fingers curl over the base of the wine neck.

Jean catches your staring, noticing your lack of movement and quietness. And when he looks straight at you, you don’t look away in embarrassment. Jean knows you want the same thing as him, and he’s in heaven. Setting his glass down and leaning closer to your face, you sigh and reach your hands up to his collar pulling him to your mouth. You taste of sweet miel and something faintly spicy, the wine coating your tongue makes him want more. Your mouth moving against his, Jean brings his hand to the back of your head keeping you there. Moving his lips on yours and when you sigh, he’s pushing his tongue into your mouth and you let out a muffled mewl.

You pull back and Jean almost wants to cry, you’re quietly panting and grinning. “Come on, we can’t do much out here. We have nosy neighbors.” You whisper against his ear, voice thick as honey, and Jean shudders at the thought. You lace your hand with his, tugging him upstairs to your bedroom. Everyone else already in their rooms and presumably asleep. And when you get inside and manage to lock the door Jean pounces on you. Pushing you back onto the door.

“Is this okay?”

He’s panting into your ear, maneuvering you to his liking. You whine out a hushed yes, and Jean takes that as his go ahead. His hurried but confident motions are making you dizzy. Head spinning with a need, arousal pooling in your panties. Jean, who’s a bit older than you are. More experienced and versatile. Presses robust open mouthed kisses on your collarbone and neck, mouthing at your skin and lightly sucking faint marks on it. Gripping your hips and sliding you on his thigh, pressing the hard muscle against your wet cunt. You’ve got your head thrown back against the wall, hand clamped over your mouth so the other guests wouldn’t hear you moaning.

“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well , being so good for me.” He huffs into your ear, swirling your hips harder over his thigh. Reaching down to push your panties to the side so your bare cunt slides on his exposed skin. You keen, letting out a choked whimper and Jean smiles. The fabric of his pants catching on your puffy needy clit, slicking up his pants in way that’ll leave a certified stain.

Taking the hand on your mouth and kissing your wrist before he’s pressing his lips to yours, maneuvering you to the bed. Cool linen sheets soothing your heated skin. Jean is sliding your panties down and off of you, and you’re shimmying your dress off. Whining when Jean takes to long, leaning up and yanking down his pants and taking his cock out of his briefs. Eyes going wide at the sheer size of him. You sit up, pushing Jean to sit on the bed. Kneeling in between his spread legs. Taking his length in your hand. His cock is heavy in your palm, thick and throbbing. Beautiful mauve head that’s leaking pre and making him sticky. Protruding veins that pulse in your grip.

Mouth watering in anticipation you lean forward, kitten licking his tip, watching Jean through your eyelashes as he clenches his eyes shut. You lick and suck all down his shaft down to his balls. Kissing up and down his skin, watching him twitch with need. Drooling over his cock and spreading it with your palms, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking. Jean throws his head back, abs clenched as he tries to stifle his groans. You start bobbing your head, getting used to feeling of him filling your mouth and throat. Liking the fullness.

You’re too good at this, he thinks. And before he can let himself cum he’s pushing your head back gently and wrapping his fingers around your chin, kissing you softly. He hauls you onto the bed, spreading you out.

“May I return the favor?” He asks, smiling at you. And you nod with a fervor, Jean pushing your legs apart and slicking his fingers with your juices. Drops his mouth down to your cunt and laps at it, sucking your lips and rubbing your thighs. He’s inching his fingers closer to your dripping hole, pushing two fingers all at once. Makes your hips jerk at the stretch, his fingers are long and hook up into a spot you could never reach. Jean suctions your pearly nub in his mouth, curling his fingers this way and that. You’re trying your damnest not to moan out loud and let everyone hear you. When the man between your legs gives a particularly hard suck you gush all over his hands, tummy clenching as you bring the pillow over your face.

Jean keeps lapping at your sensitive pussy, making you jerk back. With one final kiss to your clit Jean rises, cock harder than ever and turning a deep purple. “You’ve been so good pretty angel, keep it up and you’ll get to cum as much as you want.” He says, kissing up your body and neck. Leaning over you, grabbing your thighs in his big hands and pushing them to your chest. He’s sliding his dick between your lips, teasing you with his tip. You whine, “Please Jean, please more-”

He shushes you by slipping his tongue into your mouth, pushing his thick heavy length into your sopping mess. You yelp, the way your velvety walls are struggling to fit his cock makes your head spin. Jean is panting into your mouth, trying to control the jerk of his hips and let you adjust. Mouthing your neck to keep him occupied till you’re swiveling your hips to get him to move. You're so wet and tight around him, makes it hard to him thrust in and out.

But once he starts he can’t fuckin’ stop, starting a steady but fierce rhythm that makes your navel ache from how deep he is, with him digging his fingertips into your plush thighs and snapping up into your wetness. Disgusting schlicking of your creamy cunt and his balls papping against your ass can be heard in the otherwise quiet room. Jean reaches one hand to swirl on your sore clit when he feels himself getting ready to cum, you grip his shoulders tightly leaning your head into his neck and biting down so you won’t make noise.

“M’ gonna pull out, kay?” As much as it pains him to do so he can’t risk blowing his load inside. You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist trapping him there. “Inside, m’ on the pill, cum inside please-” Jean shudders and feels his balls clench immediately, groaning at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his neck, and cums when you clamp down on him like a vice. Thrusts stuttering as he empties himself inside. You feel so full, eyes rolling back as you cum again. Pleasure rolling through you like waves. Jean pulls out and watches the thick white begin the pour out your pussy.

You lay on the bed panting when you feel Jean get up from the bed, your heart plummets a little when you hear him shuffling around, thinking he was just going to fuck you and then leave. But you hear him run your bathroom sink, and then he’s stepping out with a damp washcloth and wiping your inner thighs and sensitive mound. And after you’re all taken care of, he plops onto your bed with a tired smile. Wrapping you in his arms as if you’d been lovers forever.

You get a little sad thinking about how he’ll go back to Germany, but remember that he’s going to be here for the whole month - and earlier you got a letter saying that your scholarship in Munich was accepted.

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