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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hii,can I request the brothers (or juts Mammon & Satan) with a chubby MC who is very self aware of her weight so she gets extremely nervous when they hug her or touch a part of her body that she doesn't specifically likes?

If you can make this,thank you so much♥

Brothers With A Chubby GN!MC (Headcanons)

Lucifer

It had been a long day for him, meeting with Lord Diavolo always tired him out and coming home to you was always the highlight of his day. As soon as he saw you it was like a massive weight lifted off his shoulders, a fresh breath of relief.

His arms wrapped around you from behind as you stood at the bathroom sink, just having finished your nightly routine so you could climb into bed. He felt you slightly stiffen at his touch, a reaction that you always had whenever he hugged you, a reaction that he didn’t quite understand. His eyes watched your own in the mirror, following them down to where his hands laid on your body. You didn’t have to say anything for him to understand now, although he didn’t understand why it would make you react the way you did. He never understood the human realms standards for beauty or attractiveness.

He kissed along your neck, loosening his arms to glide his hands along your body, his eyes focusing on your face in the mirror. “You’re absolutely perfect, darling. I don’t want you to forget that. I adore everything about you.”

Mammon

He often did sneaky hugs, running up behind you and shaking his arms around you. He always held onto you so long, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying side to side, just genuinely enjoying being able to hold you.

He was also absolutely oblivious to how nervous it made you, how self conscious you felt when he had you that close to him. This time was just a little worse though, his hands roaming a little more than they usually did, and you grabbed his hands, quickly pulling them off of you as you stepped away from him, laughing nervously.

“What’sa matter? Ya don’t wanna hug from The Great Mammon?” He noticed you covering yourself, wrapping your arms around your stomach, trying to hide yourself. “Oi, why’re ya hiding’ yerself from me?”

You’ll have to explain to him a couple times because honestly, he just doesn’t get it. You’re clearly the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on, and he doesn’t understand why you can’t see that as well.

“There ain’t nuthin wrong with ya! Yer hot…” Now he’s a little nervous because he’s not used to being that forward with you, but he’s doing his best and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about yourself ever, so if he has to keep awkwardly telling you how attractive you are to him, he’s gonna do it. “Yer my human, I been chasin after ya since ya got down here… Ain’t nuthin gonna change that.”

Leviathan

You always sat between his legs while he was gaming, his arms wrapped loosely around you or resting on your lap as he held the controller. He would feel you nervously shuffle, trying to make it so that his hands never actually touched you, but he just assumed that you needed to stretch out or that maybe that your legs fell asleep. It was to be expected, especially since he usually games in five hour sessions.

After a while, he started to realize though that you only ever did the little shuffle when his hands were laid on your thighs, or if his arms were wrapped a little too snuggly around you. It made him self conscious, and while he didn’t want you to think it bothered him, even though it did, he wanted to know what was wrong.

“D-Do you not want me to touch you?” It was inevitable that he’d catch on at some point, but you hadn’t planned what you were going to say once he did. It felt weird to talk about these things, especially with the guy that you loved. You didn’t want him to look at you differently, it was embarrassing.

You finally got the courage to tell him how you felt and what the real problem was. He actually looked hurt that you felt that way about yourself. He tossed his controller to the side, holding you tightly against him as he buried his face in your neck. “Please don’t feel that way… y-you’re so cute… I-I like holding you like this… I like you… n-no matter what…”

Satan

He was intuitive, he could read you like a book. That was both a pro and a con of dating him, you could never keep things a surprise or a secret from him, he just knew too much.

He walked into your room, standing just out of sight as you looked over yourself in the mirror. He knew exactly what you were doing, running your hands over your body, your lips turned down into a pout as you did. He hated seeing you judge yourself, and he knew that in your mind you were picking yourself apart, mentally pointing out what you believed to be flaws, but all he saw was a gorgeous human, his gorgeous human.

“Look how beautiful you are…” He murmured from the doorway, finally catching your attention. You quickly turned around, but he was already there, standing in front of you. His smile was soft, sweet and adoring as he looked you over. “My beautiful kitten. Look at you…” He turned you around, facing you towards the mirror as he traced his fingers lightly over your body.

“You know, some people think even the most beautiful things aren’t that… but it shouldn’t matter what other people think. What you think is the most important… and as long as you don’t see the beauty in yourself, you’ll never be happy… but…” He turned you back around, tilting your head up with his finger under your chin, leaning in closer and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “If you need help finding your beauty, I’ll gladly show you, every single day… because I see it everywhere with you.”

Asmodeus

Shopping was something that you did often with Asmo, it was a weekly routine and something you both looked forward to once Saturday rolled around. This time was different though, and you were feeling… down about yourself lately. The good thing about Asmo was that he was usually so focused on himself that he didn’t really notice that change in your demeanor, not until you got to the store at least.

“Oh! Look at this! It’ll look lovely on you! Try it on for me, I want to see you in it!” He was always like this. He wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was also your personal stylist, picking clothes, shoes, and accessories that he knew would be great on you. Usually the clothes he picked made you feel sexy, hot, attractive, but as you looked at the outfit he picked out for you it almost made you cringe. It was tightly fitting, that much you could see just from him holding it up. You hadn’t even put it on yet and you were already embarrassed. “What’s wrong, love? Don’t worry, no one else will see you in it. I’ll go into the dressing room with you!” That just made you feel worse, your eyes widening at his suggestion as you quickly shook your head.

The dressing room was filled with mirrors on each side, you couldn’t escape your reflection even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to look at yourself, it just made you feel more self conscious, you hated it. There was nothing wrong with the outfit, nothing at all, the main problem, at least to you, is that you were in it. “Is everything alright in there?” His voice came from right outside the door and you wanted to crawl under a rock and hide there, but you couldn’t, and Asmo was going to come in soon if you weren’t coming out, so you might as well show him.

“Ahhh! Look at you! Perfection!” He squealed as you stepped out, rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around you. “How did I get so lucky to find someone just as beautiful as I am?” He had felt you stiffen in his arms, and he took a step back, his face contorted with worry. “Did I hurt you?” You shook your head no, your voice barely a whisper as you told him what was wrong and he almost looked insulted when you told him. “I don’t think that at all… Don’t say that about yourself. You’re the most stunning human I’ve ever laid my eyes on! I’m not going to let you think any differently, so I’ll just tell you everyday starting now. Also, you look amazing in that outfit, and I’m definitely buying it for you for our date tonight!”

Beelzebub

He came home from the gym, sweat dripping from everywhere as he walked through the door. You were standing at the kitchen counter, making him something to eat, knowing he’d be more hungry than usual. It was always like that after he worked out, and you made sure to have something prepared for him when he’d come home so he didn’t have to raid the fridge.

“You’re the best, honey. Thank you.” He came into the kitchen, wrapping one arm around your waist as he stood to your side, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. You tensed up a little, and he quickly pulled his arm away, smiling sheepishly down at you. “Sorry… I know I’m all sweaty. I’ll go shower first.” Now you felt bad for making him think that it was his fault that you seemed disgusted. It wasn’t with him, it was with yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t understand if you told him. To Beel, you were as beautiful as an angel, and he didn’t even understand how he got lucky enough to have you. If he knew that you felt bad about yourself, it would upset him, and he’d immediately blame himself, somehow finding a reason that your feelings were his fault. He was already sprinting up the stairs to take a shower, giving you time to think of how to tell him how you felt without making him assume that he was somehow the cause for those feelings.

When he came back down the stairs he had a wide smile on his face, bounding over to you and pulling you into the tightest bear hug, picking you up and spinning you around, but he immediately noticed that you tensed up again. “I took a shower… Do I still stink?” He took a step back, and you quickly shook your head, taking a deep breath before telling him what was really wrong. His mouth fell open as he looked at you, really looked at you. “What do you mean? I don’t see anything wrong with you…” He was practically studying you, trying to find the “flaws” that you thought you had, but he legitimately couldn’t find any. In Beels eyes, you were flawless, and you couldn’t change his mind. “I love you no matter what. I love who you are, inside and out, everything about you.” He shrugged as if it was a simple thing, and to him it was. Loving you was as simple as taking a bite out of the sandwich you had made him. “There must be something wrong with the mirrors making you think that… Maybe I can be your mirror… I’ll tell you how wonderful you look! That’s a good idea, I’ll do that.”

Belphegor

Nighttime was his favorite time with you. He had you all to himself, his brothers weren’t constantly trying to get your attention, it was just you and him. It was perfect. He got to hold you close against him, just how he liked it. Tonight was no different, besides the fact that you didn’t want to be held by him, you didn’t want his arms around you, and you couldn’t seem to get far enough to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t anything against him, nothing at all, it was all you.

“Are you hot or something?” He asked from beside you, he sounded confused, which was reasonable. You were still wrapped in blankets, and honestly, you were freezing. It would be nice to have him hold you, he was always so warm, but you didn’t want him to touch you, you were feeling so self conscious, it was awful. You hummed in agreement, not expecting him to reach over and pull the blankets off of you himself before scooting closer and wrapping his arm around you anyway. “There, now you won’t get overheated.” He nestled into the crook of your neck and you could feel him smiling, but you were stiff as a board. “Are you alright?” He pulled back just enough to try to look at you even though it was dark.

You weren’t alright, but you didn’t even know how you’d tell him what the real problem was. There was no simple way to openly tell the person that you love all of your flaws, it was humiliating. There was the chance that once you brought them up, he wouldn’t be able to look at you the same, and you didn’t want to lose him because of that. “Hey. You’re not alright, you’re being too quiet… and you’re not even hot. You feel cold… What’s wrong?” You didn’t want to lie to him, and you didn’t want him to assume anything either.

You rolled over, pulling the blankets back up again to cover yourself before explaining everything to him. He was quiet for a bit before rolling you back over and wrapping his arm around you. “You’re funny…” He sighed, nuzzling back into your neck and kissing along it. “You really think I care about that kind of stuff? I don’t care about looks, and even if I did… You’re flawless.” He pushed himself up just enough to kiss your cheek before laying back down, sighing softly. “I love you… Now get some sleep.”

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doubledgesword-2 · 3 years

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So someone stole my work, thought it was a good idea to impersonate me and claimed it was their own. So I’m posting it here so people know I’m the original author. Art is not mine. Part 1 Soulmate au! Please do not te upload somewhere else!!

WARNING NON-CON AND EXPLICIT SMUT

It was weird but not unheard of to have three soulmates. Lots of people reassured you it just meant more love for you. You, on the other hand, didn't felt it. Reading the names on both your wrists and the one on the top right corner of your back, just gave you chills. Not the good kind.

After doing some research on the names and better yet the last names of the three, you concluded that nothing good was going to come from this. You weren't a hunter, neither were you powerful. One could almost say you were average or normal when it came to brute strength.

So you did what any sane person would do. You disappeared. With some expert help and a lot of money involved, you erased yourself from the records, not leaving so much as a hair behind. It wasn't ideal, but you didn't want to spend the rest of your life running from a new enemy every week. Besides, if the three hadn't bothered to look for you, you figured you'd do them a favor, as angsty as it sounds.

Rural life wasn't bad. Leaving the big crowded cities and trading them for the quiet of the forest; it did you some good. You had a little cottage in the woods. Very far from anything and anyone. In the beginning, it was scary. What if something were to happened to you? Who would you run to? But as time went by, your experiences gave you the wisdom you needed.

So here you were gathering some water, inside a wooden bucket, from the nearby river. You pressed the bucket to your hip, leaning over to support the weight as your other hand had a bunch of pretty flowers. A nice touch for the kitchen today.

The forest was quiet today, peaceful with some little bird songs and the stream's running water. You walked amongst the trees happily, breathing in the cold air. Although the sun was beaming right on you, it didn't make you feel hot. The cold weather of the approaching winter contrasted the heat nicely inside your sweater.

Still, you kept walking blissfully, unaware of the stares focused on you. You did felt the paranoia hit you in the back, but this forest was vast, and in the time you'd lived here, no one has come across your little cottage.

Said cottage was in view as you walked. The sun setting meant you were on time to snug inside the house and turn on the chimney. Sure the smoke would be an indication that someone was there. But who would be looking for you? You had no family; cutting ties with your friends was easy since the relationships were shallow, and quitting the job felt like relief. You walked by your little garden, which was your pride and hobby, plus the only thing giving the house feel personality. The cottage wasn't like any standard wooden house. You asked it to be made and even pitched in with the workers to put some sweat into it. Afterward, all plans were equally erased like you. The house worked on solar panels, giving you the luxury of some electricity, which came in handy for the winter. A small chicken coop on the side gave you eggs and helped with the crops. It had the piping and whatnot, but overall everything was very eco friendly as you had insisted. You liked the place, and it seemed like a beautiful house to live the rest of your days without a worry. Sure it did get lonely during those sleepless nights. The ones were you thought too much about why your soulmates never cared to find you and reject you straight out. You didn't felt like dying by their hand. You weren't a fool; you knew their reputation, but something inside you gave you some light to hope. The light that you ended up squashing just because. The four of you were better off without each other. You really didn't want to be involved in their jobs and amusements.

You went inside, placing the bucket outside the front of the house and closing the heavy wooden door behind you locking it in the process. Inside the kitchen, you replaced the dying flowers with the new batch and quickly watched your hands to cook some dinner. You lighted the chimney in the living room, making the house feel warm and snuggly while putting some music on. You had taken off your shoes at the door and were parading around the house in fluffy socks, which made you slide into the kitchen as you danced like no one was watching.

As you stirred the pot and dropped more spices and ingredients into it, you heard a light tapping against the window at the kitchen side. Being in the forest had made you immune to the peculiar noises and the groans of the house when it was cold outside. You were pretty much anti-jump scare, but you were still new, so it was a work in progress.

You cleaned your hands on your apron and made your way to the window. You wanted isolation, but you weren’t completely crazy to be all alone in the woods. That’s why you made a friend.

“Well, hello there, big guy! How was your day today?” You opened the window, letting in the medium-sized fluffy black cat and closing it after he was inside.

You received a mewl as the cat rubbed himself against your legs and jumped on the turned dining chair. The kitchen and the dining room were fused, so you were sitting and reading while keeping an eye on dinner.

“Wow, taking my place? You’re rich, you know that?” The cat almost seems to shrug, giving you another mewl and licking his paws.

You smiled, shaking your head and focusing on dinner.

After everything was done, you washed the dishes and cleaned the surfaces. Just because you had a cat didn’t mean you wanted to give the mice a reason to come in. You rubbed the back of your neck, squeezing the spot as you walked towards your bathroom to wash up. The ball of black fluff eagerly following behind you to enter your room.

“You just want to get on my bed, don’t you? Here I was thinking you wanted to accompany me,” the cat meowed, jumping on the bed and kneading the folded blankets.

You chuckled, lighting the small fireplace inside the room. You turned to your vanity, picking your night clothes and turning to bathe. The warm water did help you relax more, maybe you shouldn’t carry the bucket with one arm. But the flowers you picked were worth it.

You came into the room towel in your hair and dressed in a robe. Only to stop abruptly, eyes widening at the fact that a man was sitting on your bed petting your cat like it was the most normal thing. He didn’t turn to look at you, and you quietly walked back, towel still in hand, but not far. You bumped into a hard chest, and if you hadn’t turned around to look, you would’ve thought it was the bedroom door. You gasped really scared at the fact that there were two men inside your bedroom, and you hadn’t even heard them come in. The man in front of you grinned joyfully and took a step towards you. Your eyes immediately went to the window in your room, and before you knew it, your feet had carried you there.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” the cliche rolled off one of their tongues, making you annoyed and irked despite the adrenaline rush.

You turned glaring, and that’s when spotted the third man on the other of the room leaning against your vanity with a book in hand. This was bad. Really bad. It had been a short couple of years, but you could see the resemblance. They had found you.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, you’re quite hard to find” the man with the slicked-back hair closed the book looking at you with cold black eyes and the ghost of a smile. One, you didn’t return.

As he spoke the tall and pale, magenta hair one took two steps toward you placing his hand on his waist. You took a step back, eyeing him warily. You didn’t smile or showed any joy at the fact that your soulmates had actually found you. You didn’t felt the overflowing love people used to say you would for having more than one soul mark. Instead, all you felt was cold and afraid for your life, fear running icily in your veins. Despite having a nen ability, you knew little of it ,and you could feel the aura they were letting off. It didn’t reassure you. On the contrary, it made you feel like cornered prey.

“What do you want?” Your voice could be considered an authoritative whisper as it flowed shakily pass your lips.

There was a moment of silence, and then the one dressed as a clown laughed merrily at your question. You could see amusement slip through the cold expression from the man that had spoken before.

“Danchou, I thought she would be smart,” the clown asked, looking to the man to you.

Your eyes hardened, annoyed, but still, you said nothing. The only person who hasn’t spoken was the long black hair one petting your cat—that fluffy traitor.

“Well, maybe she doesn’t recognize us. That gives us the chance to introduce ourselves. My name’s Chrollo Lucilfer.”

“Hiso-“

“I know who you are, who all of you are,” you interrupted, looking at all three of them, making the clown arch a brow in interest. “That doesn’t answer what you’re doing here or what do you want” you were angry and scared, nervously looking into their eyes.

“My dear darling, well, that’s easily answered. We’re here to take you home, make you happy, and all the in-betweens,” the clown expressed, giving you a playful feeling. He was waiting for you to make a move so he could jump at you. They all were.

“Thank you, but I am home. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to sleep, so if you could just leave?” You have them a sardonic smile hoping against hope they would accept the rejection and actually leave. It was a fool's wish.

“But soulmates are supposed to be together,” the man with long black hair finally spoke. His voice monotone and calm. It made your skin crawl. Oh, hell, no.

He finally turned to look at you, his big black eyes almost swirling and enchanting, a manipulator at its finest. You looked to the side, avoiding him.

“Then I could only assume that you three have found your soulmates. You’re together.”

“But it gets oh so lonely without you, little fruit” Hisoka was done playing from afar and slowly walked closer to you.

This made your bloodlust flare in a warning. They all got goosebumps just looking at it, feeling the sheer intention. It wasn’t as developed as theirs, but the fact that you weren’t afraid to push them away made their paints tight.

Hisoka let out a low groan, eyes half-lidded and looking at you with a perverted smile. You looked at your cat; you could get him later, and they were smart enough to survive. Then the towel in your hand and as Hisoka came to stand closer to you, you gripped the towel hard and threw it at him, covering his face for a brief moment that allowed you to pass him. They knew you weren’t a fighter, heck you had run from them in fear. It made you a smart coward in their eyes, but they weren’t expecting you to be so quick-witted and resourceful. They should have with you living in the middle of the forest and all. You slipped into the short hallway, feeling the breeze of something spearing near your face but missing you. It made you run even faster into the living room. What you weren’t expecting was the sudden failure of your body.

The minute you slipped into the hallway, Illumi had launched several needles your way. Even though some missed their mark, one hitting you square in the back was enough. You crumbled to the floor, clutching the small sofa and leaning on it as if you were crying. You might as well be—the intense pain coming from the center of your spine emitting pulse-like electricity. The stinging sensation made a couple of fears fall down. It left you breathless.

The trio calmly made their way into the living room, looking at your slumped form.

“Soulmates are meant to be together, with time you’ll understand. Staying with us is best for you.” Illumi was crouching near your form, grabbing your arms and pulling you to lean on him instead as he petted your hair for comfort. You tried to move away or do something to get out of his cold embrace, but each attempt was met with more pain. You whimpered.

“That was a rush. It makes me wonder...~” Hisoka groaned obscenely behind Illumi, talking to Chrollo.

“She does have spirit. That could prove to be a problem.”

“Oh~ but I don’t want to break her yet. Nice toys are so hard to come by these days.”

Your sniffles cut through their banter. Your form was trembling on Illumi’s lap as he kept petting your hair.

“Don’t move” Illumi’s hand slipped to your back, and you felt the sting of the needle being plucked. Your body relaxed, letting out a sigh and breathing greedily, but still shaking. The phantom pain made you involuntarily cling to Illumi’s arms for comfort, which made the assassin’s heart flutter. It was proof that you needed them, they just had to show you.

“We should show her how much she needs us” Illumi slightly turned to look at the other two, still holding you to his chest. His face expressionless as he spoke, but the excitement in his eyes can’t be denied.

Hisoka’s eyes gleamed, his tongue coming out to slowly lick his lips as he approached Illumi and crouched down close to the two of you.

“Hmmm, splendid idea, we have to show our little flower what she’s been missing all this time” Hisoka took a strand of your hair, twirling it and pulling slightly.

“Then it’s decided,” Chrollo’s voice felt like the judge giving the verdict to seal your fate away.

Hisoka didn’t wait for Illumi, he simply took you from his arms, bridal style and clutched you tightly to his chest. As if you were some long lost heirloom, he just found and couldn’t part with. You struggled a bit, jerking in his grasp, but the recent pain had left your muscles tender and sore.

Fighting was encouraged by them but had been diminished with their antics.

The way to your room felt like a death row walk, and you couldn’t help but keep wiggling pathetically in Hisoka’s strong arms. He looked down at you, his yellow half-lidded eyes were already a telltale of what’s to come. He bit his lips when you gave him your best wide doe eyes, and you swore he sped walk, feeling the vibration of a suppressed moan deep in his chest.

He brought you down on the bed, tenderly like a lover would on their first time. Your tired body succumbed to the comfort of the mattress and the warmth of the sheets. Hisoka lowered himself, pressing his body to yours and letting you feel his arousal hot in his trousers. Alarmed, you tried once more to move, but he brought his face close to your ear.

“Don’t worry, little one, we’ll be gentle….at least this time.” He bit your earlobe, kissing the spot to soothe the sting “Mmmm, but do forgive me if I just can’t help it~” he moaned slowly, grinding his hips into yours dragging the length up and down your thighs.

You whimpered and brought your hands up to his chest, pushing him as best as you could. He grinned and sat up, still hunched over you. Looking deep into your eyes, he took his shirt off, never cutting off the eye contact. Hisoka then took your hands, trying to push off his thighs and placed them on his chiseled chest, dragging them to touch him. He moaned obscenely, and you couldn’t help but blush at his well-built frame. Your hands felt the muscles contract and relax as your fingers, guided by him, gingerly touched every single spot. Hisoka bit his lower lip, looking down at you. You haven’t even noticed he had let go of your hands, and you were freely roaming, touching so softly his chest, his stomach...it made it all the more difficult to not take you right here.

He didn’t want to scare you; after all, this was the beginning of countless nights and days of pleasure to come. Your red nose, puffy eyes, and pouty lips made him hot. As your fingers grazed his nipple ever so softly, he bursted, throwing his head back and to moan loudly. You retracted your hand alarmed, and that’s when you noticed you had been almost lying down on top of Chrollo’s lap. The man’s fingers were tangled in your locks as he massages your head.

“Hisoka, you’re going to scare her away being so loud,” Illumi said from behind Hisoka. His face on leaning over his shoulder and his hands grabbing his hips. Hisoka’s hand came up to caress Illumi’s cheek, and he once more looked down at you through glazed and sensual eyes.

“Mmm, I just can’t help it. She’s so innocent...those eyes...It turns me on~” his hips jerked up quickly, grinding against you.

“Make her feel good first,” Illumi whispered in Hisoka’s ear, making eye contact with you, as he kissed the clown’s neck.

Hisoka crawled back, his hands softly running down your thighs. Chrollo unmade the knot holding your robe closed, and uncovered your body to them. You gasped, remembering you had just showered and had nothing but your dignity. The sight of your skin glowing under the dim moonlight coming from the window mixed with the reds and oranges from the crackling fire made their mouths water. Your squirming was pitiful at best, hands trying to grab the robe and close it, but Chrollo snatched your wrists pinning them down beside your head. He lowered his face closer to you and dive into your lips. His locks coming to the sides of his face and his soft lips molding against yours. For a moment, you forgot who these men were. Their sweet caresses here and there as Hisoka brought his face to nuzzle your stomach leaving kisses and marks wherever his lips touch. Chrollo took your alarmed gasp as an opportunity letting his tongue inside to explore. He groaned when you trying to escape him, lightly bumped into his arousal. He let your lips go, both of you breathing heavily.

He wanted more. "You are the greatest jewel I have ever stolen" he muttered his minty breath fanning over your abused lips.

Hisoka lowered all the way in between your legs, but you self-consciously closed them from him. He pouted like a kid who had seen his new toy but couldn't have it. Illumi pried them open, putting everything on display. Hisoka chuckled darkly, his hands rubbed your thighs and knees, and then they rested on the bed. Seeing your chance, you attempted to close them once more, but couldn’t. Looking up, you saw Hisoka smirking at you with a dark knowing look. He did it and now you could see the pink substance sticking your legs open to the bed.

“Bungee gum, love, has the capabilities of both gum and rubber.” His face came closer to your core, you could feel his excited breath, and it gave you goosebumps. He moaned bitting and kissing the inside of your thighs “I can’t wait to see your beautiful nen. The thought makes my pants so tight~” he licked his lips and dived into your entrance.

You moaned a bit overwhelmed at the sensation of his tongue, sucking and exploring inside without a care. The slurping sounds made you blush even harder. Still, you couldn’t deny the arousal building up, or the knot in your stomach tightening even more. At the same time, Chrollo and Illumi took it upon themselves to suck on your chest. Their teeth grazed your nipples, with the danger of biting down, and your back arched perfectly, allowing them more access to your perked nipples.

The pleasure was overriding all the red flags and alarms going off in your head, not too long ago. It was making you pliant, your heated body melting into their touches. You bucked your hips into Hisoka, and his hands came to rest on your hips, making you whine. He smiled, his tongue licking a slow and torturous strip up your slit ending on your clit. He latched on to your bud, eliciting a whine, brows furrowing at the electric feeling surging through your body.

Then something snapped inside you; you shut your eyes, letting out a loud moan, your body shaking as pleasure rolled all over your body. Faintly you heard Hisoka moaned equally loud, slurping all your liquids like he was starved. While still in your high, you didn’t notice Hisoka take off the rest of his clothes, his arousal standing proud. He crawled back on you, taking your knees and lodging himself between them.

Chrollo caressed your cheek, petting your hair. He lowered to give your forehead a tender kiss. “It’ll only hurt for a moment, (Y/N)”

Your eyes widened when you felt Hisoka’s length prodding at your entrance.

“W-wait,” you slurred, but he entered you gently, moaning at the warmth and slick coating him, beckoning him further into your depths.

You cried out as he went further inside until he was buried to the hilt. He keened in satisfaction, waiting a bit, and soaking up your walls’ sensation spasming around him.

“You’re so tight…so warm, mmm, it feels sooo good~” his hips started to slowly move.

Illumi, went behind Hisoka, kissing his neck and leaving marks all over. Meanwhile, Chrollo couldn’t have enough of your chest. Sucking and biting all he could, hands grabbing both your mounds and squeezing, decorating your skin in purples and reds. You mewled at all the sensations, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“Make her cum” Illumi whispered to Hisoka loud enough for you to hear. Hisoka grabbed your hips, speeding up, leaving you breathless, hips bucking, and meeting his thrusts.

“Mmmm, (Y/N)…I love that look in your eyes~” he moans thrusting even faster, your slick making it easier for him to slip in and out. Illumi went down where the two of you met and started to suck on your clit. You went crazy, the pleasure too much to contain it. “Arghh, she’s getting tighter…I can’t…” Hisoka moaned, burying himself deeper. One of his hands gripped your hip hard, surely to bruise, while the other held back Illumi’s hair as he sucked on you.

Suddenly the forming knot in your stomach tightened until hot white pleasure exploded through you. You squealed, liquids gushing around Hisoka, making his hips stutter, feeling your walls spams around him. He came, bursting inside you as your walls milked him for what his worth.

“Take it…Take it all~” Hisoka gasped, moaning breathlessly, his hips dragging out the orgasm.

Hisoka pulled out, making you mewl. The oversensitivity and tenderness were a bit too much. Through half-lidded eyes, you looked as Illumi took Hisoka’s spot, cleaning you up with his tongue. Chrollo stood and shed his coat on top of the vanity, his clothes joining the others on the floor. Illumi’s tongue swirled Hisoka’s cum and yours, lappin everything greedily, he then crawled on you kissing you roughly, making you taste the result of your joining. Your lips separated, leaving a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. With aggressive desperation he hugged you, pulling you flushed against his naked chest feeling how heated you'vemade him. Then you felt yourself being flipped over, Illumi under you.

Alarmed, you moved a bit, but Chrollo grabbed your hips, stilling you. He crawled over you, pulling your robe off of you and kissing your shoulder gently, his hands went softly down your spine giving you shivers. Illumi kissed and bit your neck, making you whimper as you felt his length prodding your entrance.

“It’ll be alright, just enjoy it,” He whispered, his monotone voice breathless as he guided himself into your slit. You mewled at the feeling, and he quietly gasped at your warmth.

Your eyes looked into his deathly ones, watching them swirl with different emotions. Yet, the main one being lust and adoration. His black hair fanning behind him gave him a mystical and beautiful look, he looked majestic, like some forest elf of sorts. You bit your lip holding back the moan. That’s when you felt a bite on your left butt cheek.

“Sorry, you look good enough to eat~” Hisoka drawled, and then you felt a finger prod your forbidden hole. You squealed, trying to writhe away, but it only made Illumi hiss in pleasure and grab your hips hard.

“Don’t tease me, (Y/N),” he groaned into your ear, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moan, as your walls flustered around him.

“N-no, p-please. Not there,” you cried out, the feeling of his finger weird and alien to you.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N)-Chan, we only want to make you feel good~.”

Hisoka was in front of you, lowering to your eye level, his yellow eyes lidded as he licked his lips and went in for a fevered kiss.

Illumi looking at the two of you kiss so wantonly, started moving his hips gently, biting his own lips at the display. Chrollo added another finger preparing you for him, the scissoring giving you chills. Yet, as Hisoka kissed you tasting himself in your tongue and lips, he distracted you from the prodding. He separated, panting heavily watching as some drool came down the corner of your lip.

He enjoyed your fucked out state.

Without warning, Chrollo entered the tip. It made your eyes widen to feel the burning sensation contrasting your skin with the coldness of fear. You gave a muffled screech, your walls closing on Illumi and making him unable to hold back the groan.

Chrollo slowly pushed inside until he was buried deep. He inhaled shakily, feeling you tighten around his intruding length. The feeling made him groan lowly.

Tears came rolling down your cheeks, you had never felt so full. In one night, the entirety of your virginity was lost.

Hisoka watched as the two men he liked the most, made sweet slow love to you, pulling adorable noises from your swollen and abused lips. He couldn’t help bit his own lip, looking at how they ruined you for the better. He loved the scene.

Chrollo dragged you away from Illumi. His face resting in the crook of your neck as Illumi’s hand grabbed your jiggling mounds, squeezing them and marveling at how they fit perfectly in his hands. You were made for them and only for them. Your body hasn’t known pleasure before, and you had clearly neglected yourself, you needed them as much as they craved you.

Hisoka came close to where you and Illumi met, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as his fingers came to rub on your hooded pearl, holding back the whine of pleasure. Everything was becoming too much. You convulsed a bit, the pleasure overwhelming you.

“She’s getting tighter,” Chrollo grunted, speeding his thrusts.

“Mmm, are you close, (Y/N)-Chan, hmm?” Hisoka got close to your face, his lips close to yours, teasing, “Are you going to cum on Illumi, like a good girl~? Milk them both for all they’re worth~?”

He kissed you, rubbing harder and faster, and you moaned into the kiss. He slipped his tongue in and sucked on yours, still tasting his arousal’s tanginess on you. That was the moment you became undone, your liquids squirting around Illumi. Both men thrust faster, almost competing with each other until Illumi came inside you, ropes of cum filling you up until he deemed it was enough.

Chrollo moaned lowly, biting your neck to muffle it as his cum shot into you, filling you on the other side.

Hisoka bit your lip and separated for air. Your eyes were almost closing, body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling up and down your body. Chrollo pulled out, his cum dripping down the back of your thighs, making him lick his lips in satisfaction. Illumi pulled you abruptly towards him, making you land on his chest. Hisoka was surprised and annoyed that he couldn’t watch your tongue lolled out, and your lidded eyes look at him.

Illumi grab your face with both hands and brought you in for a passion-filled kiss. It was aggressive and possessive the way his lips pressed into yours until you both couldn’t breathe. He let you go, pulling out and laying you down on your side. Your body was tired, filled to the brim, marked, and pounded to their heart’s delight. Chrollo pulled a blanket over you as your eyes finally closed in exhaustion.

“Mmm, that was delightful. Our little fruit might not be as innocent as we thought~” Hisoka sat by you, caressing your cheek as you sleep.

“We should move her in the morning. She shouldn’t stay alone in the woods.” Illumi sat at the other side of the bed, calling out to the black fluff, making his way into the room.

“We shouldn’t forsake this place. It could be useful when we need a place to get away for some time” Chrollo put on his pants and dressed in his coat, leaving the shirt of out the equation as he leaned against the vanity.

“Mmm, vacations here with our darling pet should be divine~” Hisoka kissed you, making you snuggle cutely into your blanket. He warmly smiled at you. “Danchou, let’s keep her here. She doesn’t exist in the world, and our line of work is not the safest. She’s still hasn’t shown us her nen, but I’m afraid she’s not as developed as we are. She’s not ripe yet.”

“Hisoka is right. Bringing her with us will only endanger her. Illumi, can you persuade her to stay?”

Illumi sighed, going to his clothes and pulling out a single needle. He went to Hisoka’s side, his eyes looking down at you with warmth. He sat by your head, almost on Hisoka’s lap, the clown giving a suggestive buckle against Illumi’s back, making him annoyed.

Illumi caressed your face, pulling your locks away from your forehead.

“She won’t be able to leave the forest, without us or our consent. She’ll stay here as she has but will always expect us. The moment her mind thinks of leaving, she will have the most painful headache. The more she fights it, the worse it’ll get until she stops.”

Illumi then pulled you to face him. Your close eyes made you look so calm and sweet, and your puffy lips called out to him. He then pressed the tip of the nen infused needle to the middle of your forehead and pushed it in. You whimpered in your sleep, brows furrowing in pain and discomfort as the needle lodged inside your cranium. Then as quickly as the sting had come, it went away, leaving you blissfully unaware.

The three men then showered in your bathroom and slept all around you smothering with their heat until morning came. Arms clutching you possessively as if the minute they let go, you would fade away.

You woke up with a start. Heavily panting and looking around to see if you were alone. Maybe everything was a bad wet dream, and they hadn’t found you yet. Your first thought was to leave this place that you had constructed and built with sweat and tears. It pained you, but having them found you, was too much of a risk. So you turned, placing your feet on the floor and wincing at your lower region’s discomfort, in all the lower part of your body. You whimpered but made your way to the mirror on your vanity.

The sight almost made you scream.

Deep red and purple marks were littered all over your neck and chest. You brought your hand to cover your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks. You looked down to see bite marks and bruises all over your stomach, hips, and thighs. You took your robe from the floor and put it on tightening the knot with shaky hands. You opened your bedroom door and quietly walked to the living room.

The embers of last night’s fire were still slightly lit; the windows were opened, letting in the fall breeze. But the place was empty, no well built handsome devils were in sight.

You sighed in relief. At least you were alone was once more, and they may never come back.

That’s when the front door opened, making you jump startled. You stayed in place watching as Hisoka came in carrying a hay woven basket with eggs, he took off his heels at the door placing them beside your shoes and looked up at your still form.

“Good morning, (Y/N)-Chan~” he brightly smiled at you, eyes closed in joy as he made his way to you. You didn’t move, baffled by what was going on. Hisoka placed a kiss on top of your head and went into the kitchen.

As soon as he left your space, Illumi came through the door, carrying your black cat in one arm and a bucket with water in his hand. He did the same as Hisoka putting his shoes beside his and the bucket near the kitchen. The black fluff jumped down his arms and trotted joyfully towards your legs, Illumi followed suit. He took your hand, kissing your forehead and bringing you into the kitchen. He pushed you gently to sit on the dining chair, and you winced a bit at the discomfort and slight pain.

Everything was tender.

“I’ll run you a warm bath,” his monotone voice and void swirling eyes gave you shivers, but his intentions were sweet. You nodded, still unsure of this picture, and he left you.

“I’ll make us some breakfast; you need to be strong if we want to have more fun~” Hisoka winked suggestively, and you hugged yourself unconsciously. “Now, now don’t be like that, darling.” he came closer with a spatula in hand, his big strong arms coming to cage you between the chair and him.

“I know you enjoyed it~” he gave you a peck on the lips and went back to cooking.

You looked at the door expecting Chrollo to join this weird play/reality show, but he didn’t come in. Curiosity got the better of you.

“Where’s...”

“Danchou? Hmm, he was busy and had to leave, but he left us to take care of you~”

“Is he...coming back?” You asked shyly, hating how you already missed the man or the fact that this domestic scene made you feel peaceful and right.

“Huh?” Hisoka looked at you, your shy demeanor let him know all you were thinking. He beamed with glee, you were already theirs. “He’ll be back tonight, maybe he’ll bring desserts~”

You hummed in response. Your eyes looked at the door, and a scheme came to mind. With Hisoka distracted and Illumi away, you could run. Run fast and not look back.

Your hands gripped the edge of the chair, and you almost took impulse to stand and go. Hisoka side-eyed you, his yellow eyes beaming with joy. You were such a fighter, he just wanted to ravish you now. The thought of you wanting to run made his pants tight.

“Do try it~” he said casually not even looking at you “I want to see how far you’ll get”

At that moment, Illumi came back, and you looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. He knew what you wanted to do, your intentions were clear in your eyes. It pained him a bit, but he knew you were acclimating still. He had to be patient.

You stood, and both men got ready. The tension could be cut with a knife. You looked at Illumi and went to him, seeming a bit defeated. He slightly let out a sigh in relief as he grabbed your hand and guided you into the hallway.

“Good girl,” Illumi said, pulling you inside the bathroom and closing the door behind him, snapping the lock to seal your fate.

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elysianslove · 3 years

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hi, hi, hello!!! i love, love, love the way you write and portray the jjk characters—i've read all of them and they're so good xiejdbbdhd (i've recently made a new writing blog and one of the people i'm studying closely to help improve is you— like pls spare some talent 🤲)—i know you're probably swamped with other requests, so if you don't want to do this, please feel free to ignore!! i've seen a lot of people headcanon megumi liking a chubby s/o, but not much of anyone else, so may i have some hcs of yuuji and toge with one?? (+ you might also add some for sukuna in yuuji's part too if you want). thank you!! 💖

oh my goodness hi!!! that is the most flattering thing anyone’s ever said to me; i am so, so incredibly honored oh my goodness. thank you so much for your words on god imma cry. and yes, you absolutely may! i really hope you like these, i love you mwah <3

also, only if you’re comfortable with it, dm the url to your blog!! i’d love to see and read your works, mwah <333

itadori yuuji

okay omg i saw this panel from the manga on instagram once of yuuji being asked who he’d date from his class or something, and he pointed out this chubby girl and he was talking about her personality and how cool she is and i genuinely believe that really is yuuji’s perception towards his s/o

like yeah he says he wants to date a girl that looks like jennifer lawrence but when it really goes down to it, yuuji does not care what his s/o looks like

if anything, i think yuuji would be more into curvier or chubbier people, idk why but i see it so perfectly well? he seems like such a cuddly person and his excuse would 100% be something like “you’re just so. soft. and nice to cuddle with.” like he absolutely adores cuddling with his s/o, and this isn’t just because of his general touchy personality.

the same way he likes cuddling, he absolutely loves hugs. they’re like the perfect preview of cuddling. absolutely the type to just barricade towards you when you’re at a distance and leap at you when he finally comes close to you. it does not matter if you end up on the ground with him on top of you. the strongest he runs at you, the more he loves you

yuuji’s crazy strong, and we’ve already established that, so he’d definitely be the boyfriend that picks you up, carries you around, lets you sleep on him, and if you ever mention anything about being too heavy for him, he just holds you tighter against him and says you feel like a feather against him and to shut up he wants to cuddle rn shhhh

he also definitely pushes you out of your comfort zone to wear a certain clothes or specific clothes that you really like. he’s super encouraging, especially because he doesn’t say things like “it looks good for a big person” he just starts frothing at the mouth at how good it is, period

loves to share clothes with you. he’ll give you his hoodies, and he’ll steal yours. might as well exchange closets at this rate

if you’re feeling particularly insecure, and you don’t really wanna go out or anything like that, he understands and won’t force you to leave the house, but he will definitely spend the entire day trying to make you feel better and won’t let you wallow in pity for a minute. absolutely strips you and him to your underwear and just dances with you until you’re both out of breath

ryomen sukuna; i really think he doesn’t care either. probably prefers it if a woman is more plump cause to him it’s just a sign of healthiness i guess? he just trynna fuck rip. but yes, that would probably be his way of eliminating your insecurity. like oh you don’t think you’re worthy? here’s some body worship and praise <3 also is the type to encourage you by belittling your insecurities? does that make sense? like just scoffs at you when you stand in front of a mirror and pick at yourself because why would you think like this of yourself? why would he be with you if he thought that way of you, you know? all this is weirdly motivating like he’s so dismissive of it all that you kinda forget it, or just don’t understand why you ever considered it. king of reverse psychology lol

inumaki toge

now i think toge would be more of a “this person’s looks captured my attention” and then “damn their personality makes them a thousand times more attractive” but not in an objectifying way, you know? and it’s definitely not in a societal norm or standard of beauty. it’s just what he finds beautiful or attractive

he doesn’t have a preference when it comes to looks, he just wants to be attracted to the person to want to get to know them, you get me? if you happen to be chubby, that doesn’t matter in the least to him. he’ll deadpan like “does being chubby not make you pretty like????”

toge’s not necessarily the cuddliest person on earth, but he would be lying if he said he doesn’t absolutely melt the moment he falls into your arms. he just loses his mind. you feel so soft and snuggly he’s in heaven

he’s a very soft lover. while yuuji’s louder in his actions that you’re overwhelmed and bursting at the seams, toge’s calmer. he makes you feel loved in that you wake up to see him tracing your figure calmly, caressing your body and skin softly, admiring every curve and every stretch mark.

speaking of stretch marks, he definitely did that thing where he grabbed a gold marker and lined all your stretch marks with glittery gold, and then proceeded to kiss all over them

he does that a lot. kiss your skin, i mean, especially if you’re feeling a little insecure, or even if he just wants to. loves to settle by your side and kiss all along your body, leaving you so flustered and with your chest bursting with love

if you want to try a certain style but are a little nervous to, toge would dress in that same style with you. yeah, it’s not exactly the same, but it’s a lot more encouraging than one would imagine, honestly, especially if it’s a really different style than what’s considered normal or basic

he really doesn’t care if you’re on the chubbier side, because at the end of the day, he found you and all of you attractive, and your personality’s golden, so why wouldn’t he stay?

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #sukuna #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji headcanons #itadori x reader #itadori headcanons #itadori yuuji headcanons #inumaki toge x reader #toge x reader #inumaki toge headcanons #toge headcanons #inumaki headcanons #inumaki x reader

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aclosetfan · 2 years

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pls the reds in a 23 hug?

lmao sorry this took so long, anon. I am just as surprised as you that I managed to get off my ass and write something. I suck at writing romantic reds, but I really do love the potential close friendship they could have, so this is sort of an ode to that!

prompt 23: sitting in lap hug (requests closed, but more on my pinned post)

words: 1005

summary: don't you hate it when there's that not-couple couple always denying the obvious? Mitch isn't here for that "just friends" bullshit. If he weren't so afraid of Brick, he'd really give him a piece of his mind.

a/n: first time writing Mitch in any substantial way outside of parasomnia! let me know if the character vibes are correct lol

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By Mitch’s standards, it was a quiet get-together, and it made him antsy for something more. The only reason he had been at the party in the first place was to score with a girl, but at this point, he might as well have been at his grandma’s knitting club. Of course, the party wouldn’t have been such a dud if the twins—Floyd and Lloyd—weren’t away on some family reunion, but they were, so he suffered alone.

All the girls he may have been interested in weren’t here or had already paired off with some jerk, and Buttercup, who totally and definitely invited him to come and chill, had seemingly disappeared.

With a bored sniff, he snatched up a bowl of unattended chips and shuffled his way to the Utonium’s couch. He passed small groups of chattering party-goers without so much as a second glance and shoveled a handful of chips into his mouth. Crumbs had littered the front of his shirt by the time he plopped down onto the comfortable cushions, and he propped his feet up on the coffee table—politeness be damned.

Mitch stared disinterestedly at the television, watching two geeky wannabe cool kids play a racing game before trailing his eyes around the room. His stare lingered on Bubbles laughing with Pablo about something in Spanish, and he ignored the jealous twitch in his gut. Pulling his eyes away from the scene (Bubbles was whiny anyway), Mitch jumped in shock when he finally registered the two other people sitting at the opposite end of the couch and then did a double-take.

Mitch couldn’t believe he had missed the pair of redheads, but they were known to be sneaky. He stared at them, thinking over how bizarre it was for the both of them to actually be at the party, but then again, as he had been previously lamenting, the party wasn’t much of a party, to begin with, so maybe, it did make sense. Still, Mitch didn’t think this environment was conducive to peaceful reading.

What Mitch could only describe as some ancient tome sat snuggly in Blossom’s lap, who in turn sat snuggly in Brick’s. The young man had his arms around Blossom’s midsection, his chin resting on her shoulder as he silently read along with her. It was an intimate scene that would have embarrassed Mitch if it wasn’t so fucking normal. The only weird part about it was they were actually here at a party and not yelling at them to turn the music down.

Mitch watched Brick turn the page of the book as Blossom snuggled further into his chest, and he had to fight the scowl off his face. He wasn’t jealous of Brick, at least not really (Blossom was nerdy anyway), but it did kind of piss him off that there was one less girl here to talk to.

It was about time, though, in Mitch’s opinion. Even though Buttercup swore up and down that the two were just friends, they were constantly all over each other.

Those two? Buttercup would always cackle, Together? PUH-lease!

But Buttercup—love her to death—was sort of dense. There were plenty of rumors going around about the two being friendlier than just friends, and the cuddling he bore witness to only proved that.

With creepy twin precision, Blossom and Brick simultaneously looked away from their book to stare at him, and he blanched, embarrassed he had been caught openly looking. Quickly, he turned his head away. A couch cushion separated him from the pair, but the small distance didn’t feel like enough to escape the duo’s icy-hot glare.

Visibly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of their gaze, Mitch stuffed his mouth with another handful of chips and turned his attention back to the television. After about thirty seconds of feigning interest in what was on the screen, he snuck a glance back at the duo on the other end of the couch and cringed when he made continued eye contact.

Caught and stuck, he cleared his throat and addressed the two, “Sooo, are you two like, uh, dating now or something?”

Quickly, he realized it was the wrong thing to say. Two sets of eyes—one pink, the other red—blazed with offense, and Mitch watched as the two redheads bristled; postures set on the defensive.

“Excuse me—” Blossom spat, more confused than angry looking, as Brick snarled an, “Ew, what—”

“—what makes you think that?” The pair finished together, looking at him like he had grown two new heads, and they wanted him dead.

Mitch floundered, noting how uncool he was as he stuttered to find an answer. He took in their close position, with Blossom contently in Brick’s lap as Brick’s hand rested too far up Blossom’s thigh to be friendly before his eyes shot back up to meet theirs.

Was he as dumb as their scathing looks implied? Friends didn’t sit like that with each other, right!?

“Well, you know—” He gestured to Brick’s hand placement and watched as the other boy rolled his eyes, removing his hand off of Blossom’s leg to flip him off.

“Fuck off, Mitchell—” Brick sneered as Blossom scoffed, “—we’re reading—” “—so piss someone else off,” Brick finished waving him away like he was yesterday’s garbage.

“Fine,” He snapped back, chucking the bowl of chips onto the coffee table as he stood up from the couch, blood boiling with two-parts embarrassment, one-part rage. If Brick wasn’t Brick, Mitch would have punched him square in the nose for talking to him like that. It wasn’t his fault they were practically having sex on the couch for everyone to see!

“—And turn the fucking music down!” Brick snarled after him, something hot and angry in his voice that made Mitch tense with fear. Then, ducking his head, he scrambled towards the stereo system.

Just friends my ass, he couldn’t help but think, shit, what a lame party this turned out to be!

#hug prompts #ppg reds #surprise guest Mitch #his pov is so not my area of expertise

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ciel-plusultra · 4 years

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Hey, welcome back to tumblr. I would be super happy if you could write something really fluffy, maybe Sebastian finds out how cuddling works and he keeps cuddling Ciel or something the like. That would be cool. Anyway have a nice day.

Hey there! Thank you for the ask! It just so happens that I loooove writing fluff so I’m very excited to work on this for you!

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Quarter past nine. The grandfather clock in the hallway ticked away relentlessly, echoing in the endless caverns of the demon’s mind as he made his way towards his young master’s bedroom. The soft click of Sebastian’s heels against the hallway kept in perfect time with the ticking of the clock. One would not be able to tell one from the other as the demon walked amongst the paintings, moving as if he were a ghost. As if he were one of the dead painted in the extravagant portraits. The candelabra flickered, casting shadows on the walls. Tendrils of darkness threatened to swallow the entire hallway whole with every step the demon took.

His knuckles tapped lightly on his master’s door. He promptly waited three seconds before opening the door, knowing that it was above his master to verbally invite the demon into his room.

“Good evening, My Lord,” Sebastian greeted evenly without looking at his master yet. It was incredibly hard to gauge what mood the young earl would be in, but after a verbal response, Sebastian would have a good enough idea and be able to act accordingly. “It’s time to get you ready for sleep.”

“Do you feel temperature, Sebastian?” The young lord asked, and finally the demon looked at him. Sebastian’s expression remained neutral despite how internally intrigued he felt.

“My Lord?” Sebastian asked, slightly raising an eyebrow as he set the candelabra down on Ciel’s bedside table.

“Temperature.” Ciel repeated in an icy tone. “Do you feel it?” The earl sat in his chair, partially facing out the window, and partially facing the demon.

“Yes and no, Young Master,” Sebastian answered and in minimal strides, closed the space between himself and his master. He knelt down in front of Ciel’s chair and carefully unbuckled his shoes. “I can feel it if I decide to, but I do not actively notice nor am I affected by it. Why do you ask?” His curiosity was piqued. It was an unusual topic for his young lord.

“It is winter, demon.”

“Are you quite cold, My Lord?” Sebastian asked, lifting his chin to look at his master as he began undressing his many layers. “I can light the fireplace, if you wish.”

“Yes, that would be nice.” Ciel nodded, but his voice seemed distant. He stood up from the chair to allow Sebastian access to undress him properly. His skin was not subjected to the cold air long, as a nightshirt was immediately pulled over his head. The demon disappeared to Ciel’s wardrobe for a moment, seemingly looking for something not part of his regular nighttime attire. When Sebastian returned, it was with thick wool socks. Ciel crinkled his nose. “I don’t typically sleep with socks. Those look itchy.”

Sebastian chuckled lightly and knelt down once again. He lifted one slender calf and smiled a bit as he felt two hands grip his shoulders for support while he slipped the sock onto Ciel’s foot and up snuggly to his calf. Though the displeased look on his master’s face, he didn’t protest the warm socks and allowed Sebastian to put on the second one.

“They May be itchy, Young Master, but they will keep your feet warm. I’ll fetch you an extra blanket, as well.” Sebastian offered, then picked the earl up in his arms and carried him to his bed. With a delicate touch that was so unnatural to him, he laid his master down and pulled the sheets up to his chest. There was a look on Ciel’s face, as if he had something to say but he did not. Sebastian would not press the matter. “If I may,” He said quietly, then untied the eyepatch from behind Ciel’s head and laid it down on his bedside table. “Allow me to fetch your blanket and start a fire for you.”

Sebastian excused himself from his master’s room, feeling a bit perplexed as to his young lord’s mood. It wasn’t a sour mood, but he didn’t seem happy, either. Ciel rarely seemed happy, but there were nights that he at least seemed at peace. His current mood was quite different, though, almost nervous and the demon couldn’t place why. From a spare linens closet, he grabbed a thick blanket and made his way back towards Ciel’s room. Half past nine. The grandfather clock continued its ticking.

The demon approached Ciel’s bedside once again and unfolded the blanket, then laid it out over top of his young master. He tucked the sides in, hoping that it would keep him warmer than his standard bedding did. The fire would take a little bit more time, but nothing that a demon butler couldn’t handle. He knelt down in front of the fireplace and set out to work rearranging the refreshed firewood. Sebastian struck a match and waited for the firewood to become engulfed in warm embers. As he was using the fire poker, evenly distributing the wood within the flames, a quiet voice broke the silence.

“This isn’t what I had in mind.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and turned around, adjusting his gloves. “What did you have in mind, My Lord?”

“I thought that you...” Ciel trailed off. His cheeks looked a healthy shade of pink, and Sebastian wondered if the warmth of the fire was working so quickly. “Could lay with me.”

Sebastian paused. He looked at his gloved hands. Lay with him? What ever for?

“Of course, Master.” Sebastian answered with a slight nod of his head. A request was as serious as an order when it came to Ciel... Unless the request was for sweets before dinner. Sebastian carefully untied his dress shoes and left them by the door, but kept the rest of his butler uniform on as he approached the bed.

The bed. Of course, Sebastian had one, too. It was just rarely ever used. There was far too much for a demon butler to do and he did not require rest, so it seemed a waste to lay around in it. Yet for some reason, Ciel wanted his company. Sebastian laid down ontop of the blankets, stiff as a board, and folded his gloved hands neatly over his chest.

“What do you think you’re doing, Sebastian?” Ciel snapped with impatience. “Beneath the covers!” His master’s cheeks turned a rosy shade.

“Yes, My Lord.” Sebastian nodded and sat up to rearrange himself beneath the covers. He snapped his fingers next to the candelabra to extinguish the small flames, assuming that the earl no longer needed them with the healthy warmth and light coming from the fireplace.

“Now... Hold still. I’d like to...” Ciel paused again, as if his throat was suddenly too dry to speak. Sebastian began to worry about his master. “I’d like to try something.”

It was unlike Ciel to seem so unsure of himself. It was rare for him to hesitate. Sebastian remained still, looking at the ceiling to give his master privacy for whatever it was he decided to “try”. There was nothing in particular that Sebastian had expected, but he was certainly surprised by Ciel’s movements.

The earl turned beneath the sheets to face the demon and laid his head on Sebastian’s chest. The earl’s face felt warm even through the layers of Sebastian’s clothing. Was he suffering a fever? Before the demon had a chance to ask if Ciel felt well, the earl’s fingers were removing Sebastian’s gloves.

“My Lord-“

“Stay quiet.” Ciel intructed, then wove his fingers through the demon’s. Sebastian was naturally warm to the touch and was suddenly quite aware of how cold Ciel’s hand was. Instinctively, he rubbed his thumb over the back of the earl’s hand and gave it a light squeeze, engulfing the smaller hand in the warmth of his own. “Very good. Now place your arm around me.”

Ciel’s voice sounded more certain. More sure of himself. Without hesitation, Sebastian obeyed. A long arm wrapped around Ciel’s body and pulled him in closer. Ciel his face in Sebastian’s chest, but the demon could feel how warm it was, and he started to understand.

“This will keep you warm, My Lord? Laying in bed?” Sebastian inquired, tucking the earl’s head beneath his chin as they settled into a more comfortable position. Sebastian hadn’t laid in his own bed in quite a while, but he certainly didn’t remember it being so... Comfortable.

“It is not just laying. It is... Cuddling. And yes, it will keep me warm.” Ciel answered, followed by a short yawn. His mismatched eyes finally closed and he nuzzled his head against Sebastian lightly. “This is what we will do in the winter from now on, demon. Do you understand?”

A small smile tugged at Sebastian’s lips. For as strange as humans were, cuddling did feel quite nice. His eyes also closed. Over the crackling of the fireplace, the demon could hear his master’s breathing slow down. The earl was already drifting off to sleep. “Yes, of course. Sleep well, My Lord.” Sebastian murmured quietly, keeping his voice lower than the fireplace’s crackling. Though the demon did not require sleep, he decided to indulge... Just this once. Just for the winter.

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There you have it! I have not written in literal MONTHS so I apologize if I’m rusty, but I really appreciate the ask! Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! Have a great week 💙

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Growing Pains: Part Three

PART ONE PART TWO

Main Pairings: Estela x MC/Taylor (f)

Summary: Post-ending. For Liv and her mothers, Taylor and Estela, a turbulent period of transition is afoot. Set primarily in the distant future of 2033.

Word Count: 5678

More Liv fics here: Livita, Teething Problems, Milestones and Memories, Mutual Comfort, All That Matters

Reviews and reblogs are hugely appreciated!

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn, @mrsmontoya, @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @quinnkellys-wife, @greengroove

La Huerta, 2033

The sun slowly began to set, and a cool breeze came in from the sea. The reunion was in full swing, and Taylor, had found her way poolside, the traditional centre of all activity. The energy all around her was wonderfully refreshing after all the time she’d spent hiding herself away from the world; the sounds of the most familiar of voices as her friends caught up with one another, therapeutic. She was far too much of an extrovert to isolate herself; she knew that now.

Sitting down at the bar, it only took a few skilled flourishes of bottles before Raj was handing her a signature drink.

“It’s been a little while since I’ve had one of these,” she laughed. The joys of pregnancy. Worth it, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t a little relieved it was all over in time for the reunion. “Mm, that’s fruity! And just the right amount of kick to it. I say this every year, but you really do know me.”

“Another happy customer at the BhandarBar? You know there’s nothing I’d rather hear!” Raj beamed. He came around the bar and sat beside Taylor, sensing a need in her. “I feel like we haven’t hung out in ages-- last time I saw you, you had a baby on board. How has life been treating you, Taylor, my friend?”

“Oh, you know. My whole body gearing up for looking after baby, and then trying to tell it ‘no, that’s not what’s happening, here’; that’s been a bit of a challenge. My mood swings have been epic. I know she already did deserve one, but christ, Estela deserves a medal. Liv as well. I swear I’ve been like a walking hormone or something.”

“Well, if you need someone to lay it all on….”

He didn’t even get to finish. Taylor had her arms around him, hugging him tight. Where the tears were coming from now, she didn’t quite know. Maybe it was just a release of everything she’d been carrying these past months. But come they did, thick and fast.

“That’s it, bro. Let it all out. I’ve got plenty of shirts if you get boogers on this one--”

Taylor spluttered, laughing until she made herself choke and cough. “I don’t even know why I’m crying! That’s just me right now. A little bit useless.” Well, if you talk like that, you’re gonna be sobbing all night.

“You? Never. We have witnesses! You are definitely not useless. You just need a bit of Taylor Time right now. You’re allowed to take some Taylor Time.”

“For how long?” Taylor sighed. “Liv’s only nine-- sorry, nine and three-hundred-and-sixty-four days. That distinction is important to her. But she needs me. My body’s all geared up to be a mom, but with Liv I feel like I just can’t do anything. Some days I couldn’t even get out of bed.”

“Trust me. I’ve had those days. You know I’ve had those days. And listening when your mind and body need a rest isn’t a bad thing. If Liv was feeling the way you were, what would you have her do?”

Taylor pouted. “Who told you you could use my double standards to pep talk me? Fine! I’d tell her to be kind to herself. Every time.”

“So. What are you going to do?”

“Be… kind to myself,” Taylor said begrudgingly. Damn you, Raj. I can’t argue with that logic.

“We’re going to home-school Livi. For a year, use that time to reassess where we want to be in life. I’m a little nervous, but… I like that I’m going to be more proactive in her life. I’m glad I had Michael; having him was one of the best things I’ve ever done, but I want to be able to put my energy into Liv, and Estela, our little unit. Mostly, I’m excited. I am so, so ready to feel like a mom again.”

“Aw, Taylor-baby, you always were. But I getcha, sometimes you kind of lose a part of yourself in all that life throws up. And whatever life wants to throw at Liv, you guys got her back. She’s done all right for herself with you two.”

Exhaling, wiping away those stupid tears-- hadn’t she cried enough?-- Taylor nestled into a warm hug. Raj was a talented man, but no more so than in his ability to make everything feel all right. Together, her family had weathered many storms, and their bond would carry them through any still to come.

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La Huerta, 2027

A resounding crack of lightning had Liv dive under the blankets, shaking in her Batman pyjamas. To her, it felt as though the storm had been raging for hours. Never had she heard the sky sound so angry. She burrowed under her Mama Estela’s arm.

“Mommy, it’s so loud,” she whimpered.

“I know, mija,” Estela said gently, stroking her four-year-old daughter’s hair. “But it can’t hurt us in here. Our house is strong and safe.”

The creaking of wood in the wind made Liv nervous. If the house was safe, why did it have to complain so much? Was it trying to scare her?

“It’s okay, Livi-sweetie,” Taylor soothed. “We’re all gonna sit this one out together.”

The family trio were sharing the big queen-size bed, Liv tucked up snuggly between her two mothers. There had been no talk of attempting to settle Liv in her own room; she was distressed, and that meant she could take security in the maternal bed.

As the howling wind became a frightening roar, Liv whined softly. At the foot of the bed, the little dog, Fenix, was sleeping soundly. Fenix didn’t have the best of hearing, which on this occasion struck Liv as quite lucky. The cat, Madam Mierdita, seemed more grumpy at the disturbance than frightened, growling and changing colours with every scary rumble.

“Hey, Liv,” Taylor said cheerily, hoping her easy tone would lessen the tension, “Knock, knock!”

Liv peered over the covers. Was now really the time? She’d humour her silly Mama Taylor. “Who’s there?”

“Europe.”

“Europe, who?” Liv asked, then her eyes went wide and she gave a shout of laughter. “Ha! You’re a poo, Mama Taylor!”

“No, you’re a poo!” Taylor chuckled. Saved, once again, by some good old fashioned toilet humour.

Estela rolled her eyes and shook her head exaggeratedly. “Oh, cariňa, you blow me away with your comedic wit.”

“Yeah!” Liv affirmed enthusiastically, apparently still oblivious to the art of sarcasm. “It was super funny!” She flinched at another crash of lightning, but didn’t hide under the covers.

“Well, my fan club, here comes another one!” Taylor smirked at Estela’s dramatic groaning. If it eased Liv’s fear, they could and would do this for hours. “Why did the toilet paper roll down the hill?”

“I dunno, Mommy. W-why?” Liv asked, her voice wavering as a rumble of thunder seemed to shake the very earth. But if the world was ending, it would surely wait to hear the rest of Mama Taylor’s joke first.

“To get to the bottom!”

On queue, Liv squealed with laughter. “You said ‘bottom’!”

“You know, Taylor, I’m sensing a theme here.”

“Hey-- toilet jokes aren’t my favourite, but they’re a solid number two!”

“Dios mío! Why do I feel like I’m in for a long night?” Estela reached to tickle Taylor’s belly, which served to push Liv ever deeper into her giggle fit. She could never adequately express just how grateful she was that their daughter had that gorgeous dork to see her through the scary times. Don’t you ever change, mi amor.

The storm raged on. Cocooned together in their humble sanctuary, the small family saw it out-- or at least, Taylor and Estela did. Liv nodded off amid the thunder and the lightning, the wind and the rain… safe in her mothers’ arms.

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La Huerta, 2033

“Livi-- be careful!”

“I am careful!” Liv hollered down from a towering palm tree. She had everything under contro--

There was a thud, and the squeak of breath being forced from Liv’s lungs as she hit the ground hard.

“Ow.”

Taylor rushed over, but her view was quickly blocked by young Isla, who had gotten there first.

“Where are you hurt?”

“I’m not hurt, Isla. See?”

“Did you hit your head?”

“No.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three.”

“Can you move all your arms and legs?”

“Yes!”

“On a scale of one to ten--”

Taylor cut in, feeling simultaneously relieved and incredibly fond of her friends’ little nurse in training. “Thanks, Isla, sweetheart. I think we’re good from here. Right?”

Liv scowled and jumped to her feet as if nothing had happened. “I’m fine, Mom.”

“Oh, Livita, foiled again by your old friend, gravity?” Estela laughed from her comfortable spot on the beach. She’d seen Liv through enough bumps and scrapes to know when there was nothing to worry about.

Taylor snorted, and ruffled Liv’s short hair. “Gravity’s a bitch. Try and respect her in the future, okay?”

Gravity wasn’t just a bitch. Gravity was Liv’s nemesis. A literal pain in her ass. Someday, Liv had decided, she was going to get a pilot licence like her Uncle Jake. That would teach bloody gravity.

A yell distracted Liv from her plotting.

“Hey, Livia! Livia!” Reggie hollered as he pelted up the beach. “The big tortoise came back! Diego said we can feed him! Quick!”

That got her attention. The past two years, the mighty Shore Guardian had lumbered into their midst during the reunion, and it had been an incredible thrill. In an instant, she was off and running.

“Liv, when I say to be careful…,” Taylor started.

“I know!” she called over her shoulder, “ Actually be careful. But you know I’m not scared of some old Shore Guardian, right?”

The tortoise was colossal. Built like a tank; the peak of his pyramid-like shell reached the height of a man. It had come as an immense relief to everyone when the creature started appearing on La Huerta’s shores, that he was of a docile and placid disposition.

“Helloooo there, Shelly!” Liv called, clambering up and over the rocks, a bunch of glowing flowers in her hand. “I brought you a snack.”

“See,” Diego said from his perch, overlooking the beast, “I told you he’d come back. He’s pretty smart. He must know that the reunion happens every year, and that the reunion means kids bearing flowers. I think you’ve started something, though-- the Vaanti kids are all over this guy when he hangs near Elyys’tel.”

“He’s less scary than the yeti-bear. I like the yeti-bear, but Mom and Mom say I’m still too young to give her a pat. Do you think I should make friends with the Sea Guardian next?”

The Sea Guardian was rarely observed. It was something like a plesiosaur with scales all the colours of the rainbow, and even after more than a decade since Cetus’ demise, it seemed as though the monster was only gettng larger. Sighting the beast was something of a badge of honour for young Vaanti, with the bolder among them daring to touch its back-- some even managing to take loose scales when the beast was shedding. There had only been a few serious injuries over the years, but the practice was largely frowned upon-- especially by those old enough to remember Cetus’ wrath. If there was one thing everyone agreed upon, it was that they did not want another Cetus.

Diego chuckled nervously. “Better stick to old Shelly. He appreciates your friendship.”

“Yeah, Livia, you should look after the friendships you’ve got,” Reggie said, huffing and puffing as he came over the ledge. “It’s not like you’ve got many.”

“Hey!”

“Was I insensitive again?” he asked sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“A little,” Diego said. “Why don’t you come closer and feed Shelly with Liv?”

Reggie eyed the hulking beast. “No… no, I’m fine just watching. A good scientist never interferes with wildlife. You know Jane Goodall used to feed chimps bananas? But that was like… years and years ago. Now we know that is not the best way to science.”

“Whatever, Reggie,” Liv laughed, “but don’t cry to me when I’m Shelly’s best friend.”

Down on the sand, Liv could feel the enormous presence of the giant tortoise as he towered over her, sniffing.

“Good boy, Shelly. You wanna flower?”

Diego watched her, ready to swoop down and pull her to safety if the beast appeared bothered. “Good job, Livi. Nice and slow so you don’t freak him out. Like… like you’re Hiccup and he’s Toothless.”

Liv chuckled, and peered into Shelly’s mouth as it gaped open to take a flower. “I think he is toothless.”

“Yeah, but I bet his hard mouth could break all the bones in your hand!” Reggie piped up.

“Shelly would never,” Diego assured. “He knows better than to bite the hand that feeds him.”

The tortoise gave a rumbling grumble of pleasure as he swallowed a flower.

“How have you guys been recently?” Diego probed, keeping it light, but knowing that life had recently been a rough ride for the kids. “I heard Maia moved schools; that kind of sucks. She was pretty great.”

She was pretty pretty, Liv thought, though she kept that to herself. “I’ve been really sad and lonely. But it’s all better now-- we’re all back here! No mean dumbasses. I wish Maia didn’t have to leave though.”

“I decided I don’t like getting in fights,” Reggie said. “I am now officially a pacifist. But… I guess I’ve gotta make exceptions if people are gonna say stuff about my sisters. They’re only little. They can’t stand up for themselves.”

“Better stick to fighting with your words, Reggie,” Liv said with a little smirk. “I have never seen such a weak-ass punch in my life….”

“Hey, I did pretty good!”

“If I hadn’t jumped in, they’d still be mopping you off the floor now,” she laughed.

“Well, maybe I’m better at more important things, like actually using my brain! You should try it sometime.”

“Okay, okay,” Diego intervened. “Easy, kids! You don’t want to freak old Toothless out.”

Liv looked up at Shelly. He was calmly chewing on the last flower she’d offered him, not batting an eyelid at the raised voices.

“Tio Diego,” she murmured. “Can I tell you something? And Reggie-- you can know too.”

“Of course, you can, Liv.”

“Well… it’s kinda… embarrassing. But I know you won’t laugh. Not when it’s important. I like liked Maia. I thought everyone would laugh at me if they found out I had a crush on a girl. I know it’s not something to be ashamed of, but I was still… too scared.”

“You’re telling us now-- that takes a lot of guts,” Diego told her. “It is scary. You never know how people are going to react. Most people are pretty cool these days, but it only takes one mean person to make you feel sad and small.”

Liv climbed back up onto the rocks to sit by her uncle’s side. “Yeah. Some of the kids already teased me about my moms. I thought there would probably be at least one mean person.”

“That’s fair,” Reggie concluded. “I mean, you’re probably right. If they were jerks about Erin, probably they wouldn’t be any nicer to you. They already think you’re kinda weird.”

Diego put an arm around his niece, and she leaned close. After all these years, he could always tell when she needed a hug. “Coming out and showing yourself to the world should always be on your terms. If you didn’t feel ready, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It means a lot that you feel comfortable enough to share with me.”

“Of course! You’re my tio. I can tell you anything. Even the things that are just silly and annoying… you listen anyway.” Liv sighed, and threw down her last flower to the great, lumbering tortoise, who scarfed it down eagerly. “I’m sad that Maia is gone. I thought eventually I’d be brave enough. I can be brave with stuff like protecting people who need help, but feelings are harder.”

“Feelings can be the absolute hardest. But we’re on your side, whenever you’re ready to share them. Me and Varyyn, and Reggie, and your moms. Your moms are so proud of you, you know? Being sensitive and caring can be tough, but those feelings are what make you strong. Your Mama Taylor told me you’ve been helping her get up every day when she’s been feeling really down. You make a difference-- a good one. You don’t have to be brave enough for everything all at once.”

“Thanks, Tio. You’re smart. No wonder you wrote like, two whole books. All teachers should be as nice as you.”

“Well, I do my best. And in the end, that’s all you really can do. Do you remember from Cinderella? ‘Have courage, and be kind.’ I’d say you’re both pretty good at that already.”

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La Huerta, 2031

Seven-year-old Liv reached out her hands to a stricken bird as it flailed in distress. The sound of it being slammed against the window of the house by a larger, more aggressive foe had made her all but jump out of her skin, but if something might be hurt, she had to get over her fright quickly and help.

“Hello birdie…,”she cooed. Her fingers gently stroked the feathers on its back. It stopped flapping, but its breathing was laboured, as if it was struggling for air. Blood had risen from its eyes and nose. “It’s okay… I’m a friend.”

Gently, Liv scooped the wounded animal into her hands and cradled it, crouching over the grass in front of her home.

“Tio Diego! Varyyn! I need help!”

Of course, her uncles came running. They were never far away when tasked with keeping an eye on her; by now they were too well aware of her propensity for wandering into mischief not to be.

“Livita, are you okay--”

“Tio, she’s hurt. I think she’s gonna die. This great big bird got her and hit her against the window.”

Diego was pretty sure Liv had heard the talk about not touching wild animals, especially if they were injured and likely to lash out, but the reminder could wait. One look at the bird told him it was not long for this world.

“She is dying,” Varyyn confirmed, sadly. He exchanged a look with Diego. “It’s very sad… but we must make sure she doesn’t suffer.”

Liv sniffed. It wasn’t fair. This little bird used to hang around their home, foraging in the garden Mama Taylor had grown. They liked hearing her singing and calling to the other birds.

Varyyn squeezed Liv’s shoulder. “We’ll give her a minute to see if she fades away on her own. Do you trust us to do what’s kind for your friend?”

“Yeah… but I don’t want to leave her. I think she’s less scared with me holding her.”

Diego put an arm around Liv. “That’s good. You’re making her feel safe. Everyone deserves that. Just keep talking to her, okay? Hopefully, she’ll go peacefully.”

“It’s okay, birdie,” Liv whispered. “You’re not alone now. You can go to sleep.”

The bird gave a few more rattling breaths, then was still.

“Tio Diego… I think she’s died.”

“Yes, she’s gone, mija. You did amazing.”

Liv wept, held by her uncles.

“Death is always hard,” Varyyn said gently, “even when it’s kind. You always feel the hole where there was once a life.”

“S-she shouldn’t have died! She wasn’t hurting anyone… o-or doing anything wrong… she was just in that other bird’s way.”

“I know. It sad, and it’s not fair at all. But you made her last moments so much better; that counts for a lot. Everyone dies sometime… all you can hope for is that you go feeling loved, and you made that happen. It’s like… the circle of life. Nature can be really cruel, but that doesn’t take away the good bits. This little bird probably helped lots of plants spread their seeds.”

“Yes. Even if your friend’s life was short; it had great value.”

Liv raised her head, eyes wide. “Her body becomes the grass, right? Like Mufasa said? She’s got to at least get to be part of the circle of life if she can’t live anymore.”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s pretty much how it works. If we leave her body somewhere nice where it won’t be bothered, she can feed the earth.”

“Okay. I wanna do that, then.”

A sombre procession carried the little broken body to the edge of the meadow. Liv laid the bird beneath a bush and draped her body with a fallen leaf. Then, she sat and looked over the resting place of her friend, tears filling her eyes. Varyyn was right; already there was a big empty hole. An echoey feeling right in her heart. Liv would miss hearing the bird’s chirruping as she played around the garden with her Mama Taylor. Hopefully, she’d remember that, not just this sad, sad feeling… of knowing she couldn’t protect an innocent, of seeing a life fade to nothing. Mama Estela told her that was important. That nothing should ever take away what was beautiful about something or someone once they’re gone.

She got to her feet, brushed off the dirt from her hands, then slipped one into Diego’s.

Bye, bye.

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La Huerta, 2033

“Penny for yours?”

Estela sat down beneath an old familiar banana tree, settling beside Taylor, who appeared to be a million miles away.

“Oh… I was off in my own world, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, it looks that way. But you looked happy.”

“I am. Just being here has been a breath of fresh air. I feel like I’m me again, and it’s been a long time coming.”

Estela gave a contented hum and rested her head on her wife’s shoulder. “I’ve missed happy Taylor.”

“Well, thanks for sticking by and waiting out for her. Happy Taylor appreciates it.” Taylor chuckled at the sound of Estela’s quiet laughter. It was infectious. Hell, just Estela’s smile was like the embodiment of sunshine, it made coming out the other side of her dark cloud all the more glorious. “I think we’ve got our Livi back. Or I think we’re on the right track.”

“I know we are. It’s been a slow decline… I don’t think I even realised how miserable she’d gotten until I saw her snap back to how she should be.” Estela shrank in on herself. What excuse did she have? She had one job; to keep that kid happy. She didn’t have a war to contend with, or the struggle to get by between pay-checks, and she still couldn’t manage it. “I should have done better. I’ve been trying… I’ve been trying so hard… but somehow I couldn’t make everything better for her. Or you.”

“Don’t you even think about it! No.” Taylor pressed a fierce kiss to Estela’s temple. “We hit a few bumps in the road, that’s all. I wasn’t counting on an intense case of the baby blues… or what might actually have been full-on post-partum depression. The timing was unfortunate; really, it sucked. But you carried us through. When Liv got suspended and I couldn’t fucking stop crying because I just couldn’t handle it, you did handle it. You’re pretty great. Ask Raj; he gave me a magic pep talk earlier, I’m sure I could rope him into a repeat performance.”

“Thank you. You’re good at putting things in perspective, I’ll give you that. I know I set my bar too high. Just because Liv has her struggles, doesn’t mean I’ve failed… it means she’s a human being. And that’s probably what we were aiming for….”

Taylor giggled. “Godammit, my otherworldly influence has been foiled!”

“Actually, while we’ve got a chance to talk… I was speaking with Aleister earlier.”

“Yeah, I thought I saw you two hanging out.”

“Well, it seems like we’ve inspired him and Grace. Reggie’s not going back to that school next year either. It sounds like Livi’s gonna have a homeschooling buddy here on La Huerta!”

“Oh, wow! Ohmygod, that’s perfect! It’ll be just like old times; almost half the gang back home again. And… and the girls? Are they waiting a year, or are they going to teach them as well?”

“You’ll have to ask them, but it sounds like they’re going to get started with Erin and Immy. It’s going to be so good for Liv.”

“Yeah. Really that’s… that’s wonderful. God, I’m so happy right now!”

Estela found herself laughing. Her dork was back. She took Taylor’s hand. “And then, moving forward, Aleister says they’re considering a permanent move to San Trobida-- obviously under the assumption that we’ll be heading in that direction ourselves.”

“Oh my… holy crap!” Taylor flung her arms around Estela and hugged her tight. Something in her knew right away… yes, that’s right. That’s where we’re all meant to be. That gut feeling overshadowed any qualms or fears. “Tio Nicolas is really not gonna know what’s hit him, hey?”

“No; and I think it will be a dream come true.” Nestled in Taylor’s embrace, the scent of her mingling with the La Huerta sea air… it was, to Estela, the very essence of happiness. The excited yells of children at play had her look up over her lover’s arms; there was her Livita, piggybacking little Erin through the shallows while the terror, Immy, sent up wild splashes of water at their faces. It was time to try something new. For them.

“Aw, ‘Stel, just look at them!” Taylor snuggled in, a giddy grin on her face. She needed a change, and she had a feeling that for her, for Estela, for Liv… it would be a step towards their best lives. The year to come, and even beyond that, was to be a thrill ride of the most exhilarating kind, and they’d take it on hand in hand. She exhaled her fears and sadness, and let the wind carry them away. “I really love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Taylor. Forever.”

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Midnight over the Celestial. Or rather, two minutes to midnight. The countdown to Liv’s tenth birthday was on, and the kids-- save for the two little ones who’d long been in bed-- were just about hanging onto the non-grumpy side of overtired.

Ten years. How could that even be? Taylor could see the years in her face and Estela’s, but it still could have been yesterday that they were interrupting the festivities with the announcement that… ‘uh, I think baby might be coming’. What had followed was a period of some of the most intense hours either of them had lived through, a culmination of two lives’ dreams and emotions. And at the end of it, Taylor had found herself holding in her hands the second love of her life. Her sunshine. As children do, Liv grew. She’d tested her mothers, putting pressure on their weak points and making them stronger. She’d brought them closer, something Taylor wouldn’t have believed possible… but sharing their daughter’s journey was like watching a miracle unfold; to be touched and changed was inevitable.

Michelle joined Taylor, a knowing look on face as they watched Liv’s impatient jiggling.

“Crazy night ten years ago… my one and only midwife job.”

Taylor chuckled. “Crazy, crazy night. The best night of my life. I don’t think I’m ever going to stop thanking you for getting us through.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome. Ten years on, it’s stuck with me. It’s amazing to see the young woman she’s growing into. I’m not going to lie, I’m proud of my small part in putting her in the world.”

That change was coming so fast. The transition from that rosy-faced bundle of cuddles into a bright, opinionated adolescent was going to be underway in no time at all. Even now, looking at that giggling ten-year-old, it was hard to imagine.

I’m going to embrace every moment. Every one. You, me, your Mama Estela, we’re on this adventure together. And I can’t wait to see where it takes us next.

Estela put her arms around Taylor from behind, smiling into her wife’s shoulder.

“Is it my birthday yet?” Liv asked, bounding over to them.

“One minute, mija.” She tugged Liv into the hug and covered her forehead in kisses. “Come here!”

The cake was unveiled, and the small girls, Isla, Erin and Immy, erupted into ‘ooh’s, while Liv did a dance in her mothers’ arms. Her family around her sang, all together, celebrating her milestone, and she knew belonging. She looked up to her mothers and grinned, face aglow with candlelight.

The future was bright.

#endless summer #estela x taylor #playchoices

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hollandspiderling · 4 years

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Game On

Summary: You and Tom have known each other and bumped into each other here and there at the parties his frat hosts. It’s the first week back and you’ve found yourself at his frat’s party with your friends and you don’t know what to expect once you and Tom separate from your friends.

Pairing: Uni/Frat! Tom x Reader

Warning: drinking, mild swearing, fluff

Word Count: ~4k

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! It’s my first Tom fic I’ve written and wanted to publish. I’m sorry if the summary is a little crappy, I’m trying to get better at it, haha. Tom Holland has recently wrecked my life and I needed someplace to let out all of the emotions I feel for him. Please let me know what you think! It’s a goal of mine to write more so if things go well, then hopefully I can continue sharing more of my work on here. xoxo, Astrid.

*Italics = your thoughts

A sigh escaped your lips as the bass of the music blasted throughout the house. The house you were in was dark and the LED lights were the only source that helped you weave through the crowd of unknown faces. You didn’t know why you were there, but after a good hour of begging from your best friend, she dragged you to the frat party she’s been talking about all week. It was the first week back to university after summer vacation and the excited chatter surrounded you as you made your way back to your best friend. Your eyes landed on her who was surround by a couple of your other friends on the couch in the living room and a string of curses left your lips as you noticed the people who joined your group.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed as she met eyes with you and waved you over.

You smiled at her as you gazed at the handful of boys that intermingled with your friend circle. Brad, the resident playboy, had his arm lazily wrapped around your best friend’s shoulders and you mentally rolled your eyes. Hannah always knew how to get herself in trouble, so it wasn’t a surprise that Brad had found himself by her side. Harrison who was the frat’s vice president sat next to your other friend, Jade, and both were engaged in this heated debate about a show they liked. Your eyes fall onto the president, Tom, who sat on the side and pitched in his two cents here and there with your group. His curls were tucked underneath the black snapback he wore. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes began to unconsciously check him out. The grey V-neck shirt he wore snuggly fit around his torso and complimented his arms as he leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees. His signature black joggers were paired with the latest pair of kicks he bought, and you noticed that he had added small accessories to his outfit. The sterling silver Rolex watch and matte black ring sat on his right hand and you had to mentally block all the dirty thoughts that began to entire your mind. Damn, he looked good. You looked back up, only to have his brown eyes met yours and you mentally cursed at yourself. Fuck, I got caught. A smirk crept onto his lips and nodded his head at you as you tried to play it off, taking a seat on the edge of the couch.

“Y/L/N, nice to finally see you join us.” He greeted as he casually took a sip of his beer, a playful glint present in his eyes.

“Holland.” You greeted and nodded back at him.

The two of you knew of each other due to your best friend being a constant guest at his frat’s party. You crossed paths with him multiple times whenever Hannah called you to pick her up or ended up dragging you along so you could get out of your apartment. Being friends wasn’t something the both of you considered to be, but more like close acquaintances who occasionally bonded over the shared love of people watching and roasting anyone who passed by. If the atmosphere called for it, a flirtatious exchange would ensue between the both of you.

“So, what have you guys been up to?” You asked as you eyed the group and took a sip out of your drink.

“Haz here was telling us about a girl he was trying to hook up with but was immediately turned off when he found out that she’s never watched Friends before,” Jade replied and stuck her tongue out at the guy.

Harrison shrugged his shoulders and said, “What can I say? A girl’s gotta have good taste in television in order for me to be attracted to her.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Haz, I’m not sure if I should agree with you or tell you that what you said is one of the shallowest things I’ve heard.”

Tom nodded in agreement before adding, “She’s right mate, you can’t just base an innocent girl off of her knowledge about a TV show.”

“Fuck off mate, I thought you’d at least be on my side because of your reputation with girls.”

You snickered at Harrison’s comeback and Tom playfully nudged your side. Your eyes met his as you smirked at him and shrugged.

“It’s facts.” You said to Tom.

“I’m not that bad.” He huffed as his eyes traveled to the rest of the group who started to nod in agreement.

“Oh yes you are, Holland. All you want is a simple fling.” You said as you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

“Am I really?” he asked.

Everyone murmured in agreement and you lightly nudged him so he could look at you. Leaning onto your palm, you turned your body towards his and said, “Holland, you are literally seen with a different girl every week.”

He arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to meet your gaze.

“And how do you know that I’m seen with a different girl every week? I thought you didn’t care about my whereabouts?”

Damn it. You could feel your cheeks heat up as everyone began to tease you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Hannah and Jade sharing a certain look and you simply rolled your eyes at Tom. Amongst the three of you girls, the attraction you had towards Tom was pretty evident. It was something you wanted to keep on the down-low because you knew you just weren’t on his radar.

“It’s what I hear from everyone, Holland. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” You smoothly replied.

He feigned being hurt and put a hand on top of his heart. “Ouch, that kind of hurt darling.”

You laughed and leaned forward so that both of you were at the same eye level. “It just means I have standards, Holland.”

Tom playfully pretended to get the air knocked out of him as Harrison exclaimed, “And Tom just got triple knocked out by Y/N!”

The entire group burst out laughing and you held your hand out towards Tom who stayed laying down on the couch. He took it wordlessly and nodded in thanks before turning his attention back towards the group. Everyone began to talk about the upcoming semester and just thinking about the stress that was going to be thrown at you made you want to take a sip of your drink. You looked down towards your cup and noticed that it was empty. Scrunching up your nose at the fact I was empty, you pushed yourself off of the couch and asked, “Anyone else need a refill? I’m gonna go get myself another drink.”

Everyone else shook their head but Tom was the one that set his beer bottle onto the table and stood up.

“I’ll go with you; I’ve been meaning to get a new one, so I guess now’s a good time.”

Both of you headed towards the kitchen and as you made your way through the crowd, you spent the entire time trying to calm down your racing heart. Once you made it to the kitchen, you made your way towards one of the coolers. Bending down, you opened up one of them and noticed that it was the one filled with beers. Fishing through the icy drinks, you looked behind you and raised an eyebrow. Tom was casually leaning against the island that was in the middle of the kitchen as he shamelessly checked out your butt.

“Hey Holland, eyes up here bud.” You smirked as you motioned for his eyes to meet yours.

He coughed and gave you a lazy smirk. “Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t help myself especially with the outfit you’re wearing tonight.”

You turned away from him as you pretended to look for the beer he preferred. The outfit was not your personal choice, but Jade was the one that wanted to dress you up for that night. You were wearing a red tube top and black high waisted shorts that were a little cheekier than what you would usually prefer. It was accompanied by a black, cropped denim jacket and with Hannah’s support, your friends insisted on this outfit in hopes that you would gain someone’s attention. Smiling to yourself, you mentally thanked the girls since it looked like the outfit was certainly doing its job.

“On to more important things, which one do you want? I don’t think there’s any more of the beer you were drinking earlier.”

“Aw, were you thinking of me?” he teased as he walked over and stood next to you.

You straightened out as he scanned through the options presented before him. A scoff escaped your lips as you took his previous position and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Only in your dreams, I was just trying to be nice.”

He stood back up with a new beer in hand and laughed. “Oh, trust me, you’re in my dreams every night. Your every guy’s dream in this house, love.”

You gave him a look of disbelief and laughed. “I don’t know if I should actually take that as a compliment given you sleep with different girls or say thank you because that means I’m actually decently attractive. Don’t play with me, Tom. I can’t be in your guys’ top ten list.”

Trying to distract yourself, you browsed through the coolers before finding a bottle of vodka. You busied yourself by taking the bottle out and making yourself the mixed drink you always liked so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“I’m not kidding Y/N. You need to give yourself more credit.” Tom replied.

You felt his presence next to you and you glanced the other way while taking a sip out of your drink. It was the start of the cycle that you guys would fall into whenever you appeared at one of his frat parties. The both of you flirted here and there when there was enough alcohol in both of your systems. Time would quickly pass before you know it with your guys’ banter and nothing more would move on from teasing touches and meaningful gazes.

Tilting your head up to look at him, you stared into his brown eyes and searched for what his intentions were. The cheeky smile that attracted you was plastered on his face as he confidently held your gaze. He took a step closer to you and rested his forearm on the island while leaning his weight against it. Tom’s eyes broke away from yours as he looked over the features of your face. You didn’t know what was going through that mind of his and you wanted to know why he was suddenly interested in constantly flirting with you.

“Why are you suddenly interested in me, Thomas?” You asked.

He chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at you. “Are we going by full names now, Y/N”

You shook her head and laughed, “No, but I’m really curious as to why you’re wasting your time on me. You can get any other girl on this campus so why me? What changed your mind?”

Tom shrugged and said, “I can’t help it, I love watching your expression getting all flustered even though you try not to show it.”

You bit your bottom lip as he stared you down and rolled your eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up. I hate how I get flustered so easily... Tom chuckled as he watched your inner battle with yourself and before he could stop himself, he reached out and tucked a stray hand behind your ear. You were snapped out of your daze and looked back at him.

“Tom I’m serious.”

Looking down at your drink, you swirled it around as your thoughts began to go everywhere. He pursed his lips and looked back to where you guys came from only to find out that your group had dispersed from the central living area. He knew that you wouldn’t give in so easily, but Tom didn’t think you’d be this hard to get to you. His reputation was one he wasn’t proud of, but the times that you guys were together were the most memorable times compared to any with the nameless girls he couldn’t remember. Your previous encounter was what made him realize that he had begun to grow feelings for you. The both of you ended up staying awake until sunrise at the summer bash his frat threw before everyone went on summer break. You didn’t feel like going home because Hannah had sent a text that she was bringing a boy to your guys’ shared apartment with Jade. He found you sitting by the bar outside enjoying the time to yourself. Tom decided to join you and that was the first time you guys had a serious and meaningful conversation. There were no awkward pauses and the flow between the both of you was natural. And by the time you left after he watched you drive away safely, Tom realized that he already missed your presence. That summer, he promised to himself that he was going to work hard to make himself the best he could be for you. Now that the odds were playing in his favor, tonight was the night he was going to take the chance to pursue you.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Tom noticed that you two were left by yourselves and he sighed before reaching out to grab your hand. With a questioning look on your face, you let him drag out of the kitchen and towards a more secluded part of the house. He led you into their backyard and towards the alcove that was nestled in a back corner by the pool. Both of you sat down, side by side on the love seat that was there, and you looked at him expectantly as you set your cup down on the ground beside you.

You watched as he pursed his lips, a habit of his that you noticed when he was thinking and waited patiently for him to say something. He played with the beer bottle in his hands and Tom finally looked at you again. The confident aura that he usually exuded towards the people he was around was replaced with a nervous and contemplative one.

“Tom?” You asked softly.

He smiled and let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he looked at you. “You probably wouldn’t believe me, but you’ve got me smitten.”

Once you heard those words you couldn’t believe your ears. Your eyes widened slightly, and you began to deny it.

“I think you’re a little bit drunk, Tom. Sure, we’ve flirted here and there but we all know you wouldn’t go for me. You’re probably just horny and want to get in my pants.”

He mentally winced at your words and he set his beer bottle down before grabbing your hands.

“I’m serious about this, Y/N. I know it might take a while for you to believe me, but you’re like a breath of fresh air for me. It wasn’t until recently that I realized my feelings for you. After the first couple of times we crossed paths last year, I would look forward to seeing you. Whenever I spot Hannah or Jade amongst the crowd of people, I hope to see you near either one of them. Whenever we have our roast sessions after our friends ditched us it always leaves me in a better mood.”

Butterflies began to arise in your stomach as you listened to his words but a part of you didn’t want to give in so quickly. The sincerity in his eyes was genuine as he looked at you and you didn’t know how to react. You were attracted to him with no doubt and you enjoyed his company a lot, especially whenever he found you at parties while Jade was off trying to win beer pong and Hannah was trying to find a new boy toy. He had a great reputation all throughout campus besides his notorious playboy ways, but you knew he was well-grounded.

Tom patiently waited for your response as he admired your beauty. The gentle glow from the pool reflected onto your face and there was a feeling inside that warmed him up. It always happened whenever he was with you and no one else. There was something comforting about the way you presented yourself to others. Tom admired you for the way that you knew what you wanted and didn’t conform to following others. You welcomed others into conversations and got along with anyone who you crossed paths with.

“Tom, it just makes me confused that this is happening all so suddenly. Last week I just saw you with this random girl you picked up at a party and now you’re telling me all these things?”

He nodded to your words and caressed your hands with his thumbs. His gaze was cast down as he tried to figure out what his next move was. You concentrated on the comforting feeling he was giving you as he began to get lost in his thoughts. It was hard for you because this was all that you wanted, but because of how you’ve gotten hurt in the past, you wanted to make sure he was serious about everything that he was saying. You naively believed those types of words before and your heart was broken to pieces at the end of it. After taking your time to heal, you promised yourself that you would never let yourself go through that type of pain again. You wanted things to work out between the both of you because you dreamed of this type of scenario happening. In order for all this that was developing between the both of you, you needed to make sure it was on equal terms that were respected.

You sighed and cupped his cheek so he could look at you. Giving Tom a small smile you continued what you wanted to say to him.

“Don’t get me wrong Tom, I’m really attracted to you and would like to see how things go. You have to understand that I’m trying to protect myself from getting hurt. I know you’re a great guy, but the way you’ve presented yourself with girls is something that I don’t know I can trust.”

Tom noticed the broken look in your eyes, and he leaned into your touch before grabbing your hand then softly planting a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“I know we’ve always just playfully teased each other here and there but trust me when I say that I’m serious about this. Let’s take the time to get to know each other more because I know I want to get to know more about what goes on in that mind of yours. If you would just give me a chance, let me prove to you that I can be the guy to treat you right.”

You could hear the sincerity in his voice as he warmly gazed at you. Throughout this whole exchange, you didn’t see his playboy character, but Thomas. The boy that was in front of you was Thomas that all the boys of his frat look up to and the boy that is known for always talking about his family. He took the risk to let down his walls when it was just the two of you and you knew that he put the ball in your court for what was to happen next. Your heart was already in it, but it was your mind that was holding you back. There was a part of you that wanted to immediately show him that you reciprocated the way that he felt about you, but all the scars you’ve been working so hard to heal from served as a reminder to not let history repeat itself.

Your eyes traced over his facial features as you worked out what you wanted to say as your answer to him. Memories of both of you flooded your mind as you looked back at how you got yourselves in this situation. The first-time you guys met, your friends ditched you and in your mission on finding them to go home, you bumped into Tom. He immediately tried to flirt with you in his drunken stupor. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed before pushing him away telling him that you were trying to go home. He was persistent and followed you around trying to get a rise out of you. When you found out that your friends had already left the party to pursue their own hookups for the night, Tom took it upon himself to walk you to your car. From that moment, you guys noticed each other more and unconsciously gravitated towards each other every time you crossed paths. He was great company at the parties if he wasn’t on a mission to hook up with someone and once you both found out you had the same type of humor, that was when the roast sessions began when there was nothing left to talk about. On campus, you’d occasionally bump into each other. He’d be the one to playfully send a wink your way and you’d stick your tongue out at him. You often wondered why you guys hadn’t grown closer, but as time passed you realized it was always due to both of your busy schedules trying to graduate that year.

Something just clicked inside of you as your heart and mind came to a mutual agreement after reflecting on all that’s gone on with Tom. You wanted to give him a chance, but it was going to be on your own terms. Your idea was a bit cliché, but it would help both of you in the long run. If this was going to be a thing for the both of you, you had to make sure that it would all work out. A cheeky smile appeared on your face as you let out a chuckle. He raised an eyebrow at you and smiled back at you.

“…What?” he asked.

You rested your elbows on your knees as you clasped your hands together to meet his eyes. With a playful glint in your eyes, you smirked and said, “Let’s give it a go Holland.”

His grin widened and was about to say something, but you held up your hand to stop him. “Before you say anything though, you need to listen.”

Tom pouted and said, “Don’t play with me like this, sweetheart.”

You laughed before continuing, “It’s nothing bad just a bit of a challenge.”

“A challenge?”

“I’ll give you a month. One month for you to prove to me that you want this to actually be a serious thing between us. Within that time period…let’s just say you need to make me fall in love with you.”

A confident smile appeared on his face as he stood up and offered his hand to you. “That’s it?”

You gladly took his hand as he pulled you up and he wrapped his arms around your waist. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded in response and rested your hands on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat and he leaned his forehead against yours.

“That’s all, Holland. You got one month.”

“Game on, darling. It’s going to be an easy game for me. You won’t be sorry.”

Before you knew it, he swiftly swung you around in a hug and you let out a squeal. Both of your laughter filled the air as he set you down and a comfortable silence fell between the both of you. You’d never admit it to him just yet, but finally being in his arms felt safe. He kissed your forehead as he tightened his grip around you. A blissful feeling spread throughout your being as you began to look forward to what would occur in the month ahead.

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up ☀

Hello! I am a new follower and I really like your sengoku work and matchups and would like to request one! I am a proud Leo and I look like one too with long blonde hair, curious big green eyes, short and tiny ready to pounce. Cat in human form really. At first I am very outgoing and passionately outspoken, but tend to be very introverted with my feelings due to past trauma. I am intelligent and feisty but very easy to irritate, annoy, tease, and also sometimes high maintenance that someone has to have the ability to bite back and tame. My group is very small, and to those I love I tend to be more relaxed and let my feelings/ideas run freely. I enjoy deep connection, equality, and intimacy with my partners and never say no to a cuddle session. In my free time or with friends: I love music, dancing, eating(I love food lol) and tend to get lost in my hobbies such as reading, painting, video gaming, exploring/hiking, and puzzles. I have a hard exterior like a scorpion but once you get to know me I’m a snuggly goof ball who just wants to hang and listen to music. Thank you, and I hope you are safe in this craziness right now!

Hi, there love! I hope you are doing well! Welcome to my random blog, so happy you are here, lol! And thanx for the request! And don’t stress about all the information, the more, the better, makes the creative process easier! Anyways without further ado…….

So I match you with…………………………. Masamune

Can I just say the first time Masamune saw you, his good eye gleamed with delight. Finally, someone fun to keep him company instead of all these boring old sticklers for the rules. He couldn’t help but think you look just like a cute, feisty little kitten ready to pounce, and boy oh boy did he want to get to know you. He practically sprinted to where you were sitting in the audience hall once the war council was over and you were announced to be the new chatelaine. He loved how outspoken and fearless you were, even holding your own against the great Nobunaga. Masamune joined in with Mitsuhide’s teasings, it seemed like Mitsuhide had also spotted your big green curious eyes from across the room and was now just as intrigued as Masamune. The more the teasing went on, the feistier you got. Masamune couldn’t help but give you his brightest smile, you were really going to be a lot of fun.

As is the standard procedure for Masamune; even though you were amusing to him, he had to put his duty above his feelings. So that night, he greeted you with a sword to the throat. You legit started scolding him, like what the actual hell. Masamune was a little shook; usually, when he pulled this trick, people would be running for the hills and confessing their every sin to him. Yet here you were telling him what a dumb ass he was. He put the sword away, and you told him exactly who you were. Honestly, if he didn’t believe you, that was his problem. Masamune was shook for a second time. You had shown him undeniable evidence. He simply smiled at you, “Welcome to the past, feisty kitten. Let’s be friends”. It was now your turn to be shocked, this dude who was going to kill you seconds prior wanted to be your friend? Jip, he is definitely crazy, but you couldn’t help but smile, he was definitely going to keep things entertaining.

The next day you got your first task from Nobunaga, and that was to deliver letters to all the warlords. You made your way to Ieyasu’s manor first and was greeted by him throwing a wooden sword your way. “Look, I didn’t challenge you, but if it’s a fight you want, then I’m more than happy to give it my all.” THB, you had so much fun sword fighting with the blonde porcupine. You obviously didn’t know what you were doing, so Ieyasu rolled his eyes and showed you some moves. Once you were done, you smiled and left him to his work. You were now on your way to the next manor.

Oh, great its Hideyoshi’s manor. You honestly were a little wary of him, this boy looked like he wanted you dead. You walked into his room to see the angel Mitsunari reading a book. You felt yourself relax a little after seeing Mitsunari. You tried to get his attention only to be startled by Hideyoshi walking in behind you. He gave you a pat on the head and apologized for scaring you. You gave him both the letters, and he invited you to stay for tea, considering Mitsunari was too far gone to be a good company. You were a little confused but curious. Hideyoshi brought out some snacks courtesy of Masa, which you without a second thought started chomping down on. After that, you were cleared of all suspicions, no assassin would just eat food so carelessly. Hideyoshi gave you a mini-lecture about accepting food from strangers and you got to see the true doting Masayoshi come out. The two of you sat and chatted a while finishing up the food. Hideyoshi truly was a mother hen as he even gave you snacks for the road on your way out.

The next manor on your list was Mitsuhide. You walked in his manor to see him scolding a tiger cub for scratching his wooden work desk to bits. You couldn’t help but laugh. When the tiger heard you enter into the room, it pounced into your arms, and you fell back onto your rear. It was now Mitsuhide’s turn to laugh “Instant karma, my dear little mouse.” You delivered the letter to Mitsuhide and got teased for a good 20 minutes before you were on your way to the final manor.

Honestly, this whole day had seemed a bit strange, but you shrugged it off and walked into Masamune’s manor. You were greeted by the entire household staff lined up from the entrance of the manor, all the way up to Masamune’s room. You were a bit creeped out, so you closed the front door and went in the back. Needless to say, Masamune didn’t expect you to sneak up on him through the back door bypassing all his staff members. He laughed at the crafty kitten. You sat on the floor tired from all the adventures of the day and started playing with the tiger cub. Masamune saw you were feeling low on energy, so he brought out some of his famous dumplings. You happily munched down on them. And that is how your daily visits to Masamune’s manor started

You worked super hard, and the castle staff loved the vibrant energy you brought to your work and the room. You were extremely intelligent and often coming up with new faster ways to do the jobs. Your boundless energy and fun-loving nature made every maid in the castle want to work with you, cause you would somehow just turn the most boring jobs into the funniest games.

Masamune would always pull you away from your work to take you on new adventures with him, exploring new places and hiking up mountains. When the two of you are together, it’s always a good time filled with laughs and fun. Like that one time, you and Masamune decided to cook together, something as simple as cooking turned into a full-blown performance with you two goofballs. The two of you were singing and dancing and just having the best time playfully throwing flour at each other. Well, it was a good time until Mother Dearest walked past and saw the mess the two of you were making. At this point, Masamune was head over heels for you, and things were starting to get serious.

The one-eyed dragon decided to confess his feeling for you. The two of you loved building big puzzles together. So, one day Masamune invited you over to build a 5000-piece puzzle with him. The two of you spent weeks building it together, bickering playfully and sipping on tea like an old married couple. Until one day, the puzzle was complete Masamune allowed you the honor of placing the last piece in place. You stood back to see that the puzzle had been a hand-painted picture of two cute tigers playing in the garden with a poem inscribes on the side

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken…;”

You were so happy you legit pounce him and started kissing his face all over! The two of you make the wildest funniest couple. Always having fun going on some or other adventure. Masamune, like you, also has some past traumas and keeps his feelings deep down, so the two of you slowly open up to each other and help the other grow and heal. When Masamune told you about his dad, you couldn’t help but cry his unshed tears after all his pain was now your pain. He would usually just hug you tight and kiss your pulse point thanking the universe for bringing such an amazing person into his life.

At this point it’s safe to say the tiger has managed to tame the kitten and vice versa. The two of you sweet goofballs can often be found chilling together in Masamune’s room. You would read or paint, while Masamune would work. You loved that you and masa still had your independence and that he wasn’t super clingy. And Masamune loved his soft little kitten and would find any, and every excuse to cuddle and snuggle you, whether it’s out in public or alone in private Masamune, will shower you with love. Masamune’s absolute favorite is just to spend a quiet evening with his kitten snuggled in his arms

Other potential matches……………….. Mitsuhide

So check out the poem if you don’t already know it! Its Shakespeare sonnet 116, legit one of my favs! @iotona

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daveyjacobss · 5 years

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a home made of warmth | davey jacobs

french vanilla part six

reader x davey jacobs

[ modern newsies au ]

summary: you are the best home i’ve ever known, you keep me warm in the coldest of colds.

a/n: hello everyone, long time no see. sorry i keep taking writing hiatuses :(( but happy 2nd birthday to the original french vanilla!! i posted the first part on october first two years ago, and i’m trying to uphold that tradition until the series is over. i won’t exactly be doing inktober this year but i am gonna try to write more this month :) anyway, hope you guys enjoy this!! it’s a bit messy and not up to par with my personal standards for this series but i wanted it done today so badly lol, so this is what you get

(french vanilla masterlist)

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There air was bitter. It was freezing outside, cold enough to keep people locked up in their houses, safe in a place where the wind couldn’t reach them. Despite the winter chill, Y/N was practically skipping down the street. She was going to Davey’s apartment again, supposedly to be working on the novel—but also because Sarah and Davey had been baking and ended up with more cookies than they could eat. Truthfully, she had no doubt that, if given the chance, the boys would finish off the cookies in no time. But they hadn’t offered them to the boys, they had offered them to her.

She was practically giddy, smiling to herself as she rode the elevator in Davey’s apartment building. It felt like the first time, like two years ago when they had first met and were determined to spend every waking moment together. Like two years ago, when their love had only just started blossoming and she didn’t know his mother’s name or his favorite book or which side of the bed he slept on. Like two years ago. Two whole years.

Two years was such an unbelievably long time, and yet that one year they had spent apart felt even longer than the years together. Still, it didn’t matter, because as that elevator lifted her upwards she could feel those years dissolving behind her. They were too heavy to carry, weighing her down with each step. So she let them fall. She shrugged off the weight and continued onward until she was standing in front of Davey’s door feeling like she was floating.

She had barely knocked when the door swung open, a smiling Davey greeting her. He looked the same. That first day they had met, she supposed he had looked different because she had not yet been familiarized with his face. She had yet to know what his lips felt like on hers or what it felt like to have her hands on his cheeks as he kissed her. She had yet to map out his every feature, tracing his jawline in the night as they lay facing each other, grinning. He was grinning then, and she was too, and they were just two fools standing on either side of a doorway smiling at each other. She wondered what it was like for him. Did he think she looked the same? When he looked at her was he able to keep thoughts of what they had once been at bay? Had he let go of those two years, like she had? Was he floating, too? Flying alongside her as she drifted upward into the clouds?

“Hi there,” he said, finally, a joking tone in his voice.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she replied, still smiling so bright her face sort of hurt. Good god, he was like something straight out of heaven. No one else had ever made her feel like that. He laughed at her, and led her inside, where Sarah was already eating a cookie.

“Hey!” She smiles as Y/N walked in. “Hot cocoa is on the way, just waiting for the water to boil. It’s so cold out, isn’t it?” Dreadfully cold, she thought. A type of killer cold that seeps into your bones and takes hold of you and doesn’t let go. It is oh so awfully cold outside and yet I am so warm.

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” Sarah stuck her tongue out at her, making a waving motion as if she was shooing Y/N away. Y/N laughed. Sarah smiles. Davey reached out and touched her arm to get her attention and Y/N had never, ever felt so warm.

Her and Davy worked for a bit, but they didn’t get much in. Sarah came in with the cocoa only a few minutes later and they all got distracted talking. And then Sarah and Y/N got on the topic of movies and then Davey suggested they watch one and then Y/N was sat on the couch between the two elder Jacobs siblings with a warm mug in her hands and a plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of her.

Lots of places had felt like home to Y/N over the years, but none more than this. Nothing could beat the sense of home that Davey provided, radiating light and goodness and love and warmth. God, she felt so warm.

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He wanted to hold her hand. She was sitting there with one hand wrapped around her mug and the other picking at the blanket Sarah had given to her, and he wanted to reach out and take her hand and not let go. He wanted it to be something natural and instinctive. He wanted it to be like before.

(Except it wasn’t. He knew that—really, he did. It was just that sometimes he would look at her and he would forget that any time had passed at all.)

He did not hold her hand. She reached for a cookie and when she was done she kept both of her hands wrapped snuggly around her mug, curling up even more with a content smile on her face. He was so absolutely in love with her. It was overwhelmingly intoxicating to be sitting next to her—even worse to have to be pretending like he didn’t love her anymore.

(Dear god, is that what she thought when she looked at him? Did she look at him and think “he doesn’t love me anymore”?)

(It didn’t actually matter, his brain told him. She doesn’t love you anymore.)

(His heart broke at the thought.)

They weren’t getting any work done, and they wouldn’t get any done because once the movie was over she would probably go home. She would go somewhere where he wasn’t and it would be home for her, but when she left she’d be taking his home with her. He was already thinking of movie suggestions when they were only halfway through the one they were watching, trying to come up with something to get her to stay longer. The apartment was brighter with her there. Sarah was so giggly and free with her there. Davey was unbelievably relived with her there, feeling like he had been holding his breath until she had come home. (Not home, he thought. Not for her.)

When the movie was over Sarah and Y/N starting talking about it together. He would have participated but he was so captivated watching her. She looked over at him with an amused grin and he smiled back at her.

He wanted to say that he was in love with her. He wanted to tell her that he had felt empty and hollow without her and that having her back was a breath of fresh air after a year of suffocating. He wanted to tell her that she was it for him, that he would never love someone as deeply and painfully as he loved her again. He wanted to tell her that his mother missed her and that his little brother thought she was the coolest and cried when she was gone. He wanted to tell her that he had never felt as happy as he did when he was with her. He wanted to tell her that just then during that movie he had wanted to hold her hand and hadn’t and he should have. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and that nothing else mattered because that love would be consuming him from the inside out for the rest of his life.

But he knew better, so instead he just asked: “Do you wanna watch another movie?”

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She was hazy with warmth and sleepiness. The movie ended and she slugged her way through a conversation with Sarah, trying to wake herself up while also basking in the comfort. She turned to Davey when she realized how quiet he had been, smiling to hide a laugh as she caught a glimpse of his zoned-out face. He grinned back at her. She thought about how she wouldn’t mind staring at him for the rest of her life.

“Do you wanna watch another movie?”

She tried to say yes, anything I can do to spend more time wrapped in the warmth you don’t even know you radiate. She tried to to say yes, because I will do anything you ever want, all you need do is ask. She tried to say that she loved him with all of her heart and that he made her feel warm after a year of frostbite. She tried to say that she didn’t want to go back to her apartment because right there with him was the only home she would ever need. She tried to say that she still dreamed about him and that she still caught herself leaving spaces in her life where he should be. She tried to say that she was fairly sure he had ruined love for her because there could be nobody else after him, nobody who would be able to follow him. She tried to say that it was so very cold outside but he made her feel warm and safe and like she was floating and she wanted to spend the rest of her life flying by his side.

But it came out as: “Sure, got any in mind?”

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It was dark when Y/N left Davey’s apartment. Sarah followed soon after, leaving her brother with a kiss on his cheek and a knowing smile. Sometimes Davey thought he told her too much, given her teasing and mischievous tendencies, but he trusted her more than anyone else in the world. She was the only one who knew about him and Y/N rekindling their friendship, and he wanted to keep it that way. The boys’ reactions would be....unpredictable, and whatever it was he had with Y/N was still uncharted and rocky territory. He was terrified to take one wrong step, make one wrong move.

(She doesn’t love you anymore.)

Jack got home late in the night, paint stains on his hands and a scarf wrapped around his neck. They talked for a bit before Davey retired to his room and Jack went to the kitchen to get something to eat. If Jack knew what Davey was doing—hanging out with Y/N again, giving himself hope for what could be—he would freak. Jack had been furious when it all went down, angry at Y/N for hurting Davey. And he wouldn’t listen to Davey, either, about how it was his fault. Jack wouldn’t have any of it. He placed the blame on Y/N and allowed himself to be sour about it. Davey had eventually given up on fighting Jack about it, convinced he would never see her again anyway.

(She doesn’t love you anymore.)

Sometimes he thought Jack had been angry purely because he had needed to channel his emotions into something he could understand. Jack had liked Y/N a lot, Davey knew that. He knew that it didn’t take long before Jack had started considering Y/N one of his closest friends. And then she was gone, and Davey was a wreck, and so Jack did what he did best and got mad and painted and acted like a child because he had too much emotion running through him to process it like an adult. Davey loved him for it, but it was slightly terrifying to think of how Jack would react if he found out Y/N had been sitting on his couch earlier that day.

(She doesn’t love you anymore.)

He laid in bed with his phone in his hand, debating whether he should text her or if that was coming on too strong after spending the day together. He hated having to deal with all these small formalities and anxieties again, as if there hadn’t been a time where they knew each other inside and out. Thinking about all of it was strange. He was scared of how his friends would react, but he couldn’t even imagine how would react if he could go back in time and tell himself from just a few months ago that he would be letting Y/N back in, offering himself up to broken again. He might have cried, though from joy or sadness or relief he didn’t know. Y/N L/N had a talent for making him feel things he didn’t quite understand. He supposed that’s what made it so easy to understand Jack in that respect, to understand that there was no real malice behind Jack’s anger—just a boy with too many feelings to handle.

(She doesn’t love you anymore.)

He loved Y/N with all his heart. But sometimes he wondered if would be better to just quit while he was ahead, to just end it on a high and never look back. He would certainly save himself the heartbreak. He could avoid the crying and the hurt and the friends and family not knowing how to comfort him, if he really wanted to. But he could also show up to his parents house holding her hand and watch as they hugged her joyously. He could take her with him to meet Les and watch as his brother’s face lit up. He could bring her to a gathering with all his friends and maybe, just maybe, see them welcome her back with open arms. He could wrap his arms around her and never let her go and always feel at home. He could.

But he wouldn’t, because it didn’t matter how much he loved her. She didn’t love him anymore.

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emperorsfoot · 4 years

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New chapter is up.

We’ve got some sexual tension between Hordak and Entrapta. Hordak is uptight and Entrapta only understands modesty as a concept not so much a practice.

Also, the plot makes sure we don’t forget it.

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The Prince and Princess technically shared a stateroom. However, Hec-Tor did not see Entrapta in his –their, while she was aboard Monstron it was theirs- their quarters more than twice.

He kept to a rigorous schedule. Between his medication regiment, the demands of his condition, and his body’s natural needs, Hec-Tor could not deviate from his routine. As a result of this, Hec-Tor entered the room at the same time every ship’s day, bathed (dust bath) at the same time, changed at the same time, slept at the same time, rose at the same time.

Entrapta on the other hand was sporadic and inconsistent. She was a cheerful, hundred-fifty centimeter tall, ball of hair and chaos. She came and went as she the impulse struck her. Bathed (a water bath, with bubbles) when she remembered, and slept when she was tired.

One time, Hec-Tor was already in bed. Mostly asleep. He dreamed a lilac spider creeped into the room through the vents even though he forbade spiders and bat-children from going in the vents. Then it turned into a snake, and slithered about the room shedding its skin, before disappearing into the refresher where he heard it waste three hundred liters of the ship’s water. When the creature came out again it had turned into a humanoid female and was humming siren song. It put new skin on and exited out the door. When Hec-Tor woke up at his usual time the next ‘morning’ Entrapta’s clothes were strewn all over the floor and the refresher was wet.

Another time he walked into the stateroom at his usual time to bath before resting and found Entrapta asleep in the bed. A non-standard issue blanket added to the bed. Hec-Tor lifted a corner of it to examine the blanket curious, and found it heavier than it looked. A weighted blanket. He then noticed that she was naked under the covers and dropped the blanket, face flushed. He did not mean to invade her privacy or peep at her body while she was not awake to consent. The corner of the blanket flopped down with a heavy THUMP and Entrapta stirred.

She sat up, wiping sleep from her eyes. Completely oblivious to the fact that she was naked. The blanket falling down to expose her nipples. “Oh, did I over sleep? Sorry. I meant to be gone by the time you needed the bed.”

Entrapta climbed out of bed. Then turned around and bent down to fold up her weighted blanket. Seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was still naked. More naked than she had been on their wedding night. She wasn’t wearing her mask or gloves. They were carefully arranged on the bedside table.

Face red, Hec-Tor turned. Not just averting his eyes but his whole body too. It somehow seemed wrong for him to be admiring the almost mathematically perfect curves of her backside. Sure, they had already had sex. But not because either one of them had invited the other. It didn’t count. They were essentially strangers to one another.

After she was sure her blanket was neatly folded and out of his way, then she put her mask and gloves back on. Tugging the gloves onto her hands snuggly before lifting the metal mask and snapping it around her head. Then turned around to select some clean clothing. And found his back to her, his ears and neck a vibrant –almost violent- shade of red. Not the color his skin usually was. Usually a warning color in most races.

“Are you okay!?” Moving on her hair, she wafted around him in moments. Raising herself up so that she could examine him more closely. Leaning in to get a better look at the deep red flush of his ears and neck. “There’s no rash or raised flesh. So, it’s not an allergic reaction.”

She raised herself up higher to get a look at the top of his head. The redness extended up to his forehead, but not all the way over his scalp.

The shift in her position moved her breast almost up to his nose and Hec-Tor inhaled the scent of fresh perspiration from sleep. A warm, inviting scent that heated his blood and excited his body.

“I can help you if you tell me what’s wrong.” Entrapta promised.

Only a hollow croaking sound escaped his throat.

“Are you experiencing breathing problems?” She asked. “A constricted pharynx?”

He took a breath to try and calm himself and steady his nerves. It did not help. “I am- -uninjured.”

Entrapta blinked at him. “Then what’s wrong?”

Closing his eyes, Hec-Tor took a step back. He groped around blindly until he felt the storage drawers built into the wall. Yanking one open, he pulled out the first item of fabric his hand touched and hoped it was one of hers. Hec-Tor held it out to her.

There was a silent pause.

He peeked one eye open.

She was still naked. Staring at the pair of overalls he was holding out to her. Entrapta looked down at her own body, as if noticing for the first time that she was naked.

“Oh.”

Lowering herself back down so that her feet were on the floor, Entrapta coiled her hair around herself, hiding her body. She averted her eyes. Her own cheeks coloring an embarrassed shade of pink. Nudity wasn’t a big deal to her. Bodies weren’t anything to be ashamed of. Bodies were interesting. Everyone had a body. Hiding your body, being embarrassed by bodies, being ashamed of your own body was just silly. But, she also understood that not everyone thought like her. In fact, the vast majority of people did not think like her. This was a fact Entrapta knew, but every now and again had to be reminded of.

“Right.” She took the overalls he was holding out to her. Then moved around him to pull out underclothes, a shirt, her rash guard, and socks. In a whirl of motion and hair, Entrapta quickly dressed herself. When her lilac locks parted again, she was fully clothed. “Sorry. You probably wanna go to sleep. Sorry I made the bed all sweaty.”

When she left, she exited through the door, not the vent.

Those were the only two times Hec-Tor crossed paths with Entrapta in their own quarters.

In fact, he very rarely crossed paths with her at all. Monstron was a large ship. One of the two largest ships in all the Imperial Space Navy. It was larger than most planetary space stations. A small city unto itself. It was entirely possible for two individuals to spent their whole military careers aboard Monstron and never meet each other.

He saw Entrapta once or twice in the mess when she would bring Imp in for meals. Never staying long. Certainly never stopping to sit down and eat with them. Entrapta did not eat the food cooked and served by the ship’s galley. She had very particular eating habits and a military diet did not accommodate for that. She did make sure Imp got a full portion from the chow line and helped the child carry his trey over to Hec-Tor. And they did exchange words.

“Did you see that last course correction?” She smiled at him. “I wasn’t in the engine room at the time, I was passing the aft observation deck on my way to the energizer room, and I got to see all the starlines turn back into stars! Isn’t hyperspace just fascinating. Its faster than lightspeed travel, which everyone always thought was possible until one scientist came up with the equation that broke that barrier! Now, every ship, regardless of who builds it, is equipped with a hyperdrive!”

She was speaking louder than she needed to, and moving around on her hair a lot, gesturing wildly with her arms in her excitement.

Hec-Tor had to stare at her for a few moments after she stopped talking. Just to make sure she was actually finished. “Without a hyperdrive the trip to Krytis alone would have taken forty years. The complete journey to Etheria over a hundred.”

“Right!” Entrapta nodded. “That’s what makes the technology so fascinating. Isn’t it wonderful!”

The technology allowed the armies of the Empire cross the expanses of space to maintain order in the universe. So, he agreed with her. The technology was wonderful. “Yes.”

“Anyway, I heard some of the Enlisted talking and we’re gonna be reaching Krytis in a few hours.” She announced. This was news to him. No one had told Hec-Tor that they were only within hours of their first destination –and he was the commander of this ship! “I wanna be in the engine room when we come out of hyperspace. See if there’s anything different between coming out of HS in a solar system within a star’s gravity well, as opposed to just empty space. Like, how does the ship compensate for the drag?”

She dashed off, skipping on her hair before he could reply.

Imp called after her wordlessly. He wanted purple-spider-mama to eat with them.

Hec-Tor placed a plastic cup containing the boy’s medications on his meal tray in front of him. A silent reminded that he was not here to play. He was here to eat, and medicate, and hydrate.

“Once we get to Krytis, you are to remain in my quarters and not come out until I come to collect you.” Hec-Tor informed his son. “I do not foresee any retaliation or danger coming to the ship, but I would still prefer knowing that you are safe and out of the way.”

The boy chirped a disagreement. He didn’t want to be locked up in his Dad’s boring bedroom. He wanted to see the battle.

Hec-Tor only fixed the boy with a pointed glare. Silently letting him know that if he disobeyed this order, then he would be confined to quarters for the duration of their journey to Etheria and not be allowed out until it was time to disembark for Dryl.

Imp lowered his eyes. He knew when he could bend or blatantly disobey his father’s word and when he could not. This was one of the times he could not. With a forlorn little grumble, Imp ate his food, took his meds, and drank his water without complaint.

Nearing the end of the meal was when a clone trooper approached them to convey –the clones could not speak- to Hec-Tor that they would be coming out of hyperspace soon and that Admiral Callix requested the Prince’s presence on the bridge.

Hec-Tor escorted his son to his quarters personally and made sure Imp was staying put before making his way to the command bridge.

“Ah, Your Highness.” Callix greeted him with the requisite bow. “We will be coming out in the Krytis system soon.”

“So I have been informed.” Nodded the Prince.

He cast his eyes around the bridge. All enlisted aliens at the command stations. Clone troopers were not allowed the quick wits and adaptive reasoning skills necessary for high-level command positions.

“What do we know of the situation on Krytis?” He asked the room. Partially to be briefed on any new updates that might have come through while he was away from the command post, but also just to make sure his own crew had a clear understanding of what their purpose was here.

“Krytis is a mining planet and penal colony.” Supplied one officer.

“Just over a week ago, some of the inmates there got their paws on real weapons and staged a riot that turned into a prison break.” Explained another. “Now the prisoners are the wardens.”

“So now we’re here because we can’t have rapist, murderers, and political dissidents holding the ore and the mines hostage to the Empire.” Finished a third.

Well, at least they understood why they were here. That was good.

“As of the last intel report, the fighting has stopped.” Callix informed the room. “The inmates have full control of the facility and if we do not act fast they will dig in and establish a stable base. Possibly even establish contact and collaborate with the Empire’s other enemies on other worlds.”

Hec-Tor nodded. “The easiest way to end a rebellion is to nip it in the bud, stop it before it can even begin.”

Something he would have been able to do with Brother hadn’t kept him from his work for a week. Over a week now. If Hec-Tor had been allowed to deal with the riot in the mines when he first received the alert, he could have dispatched the navy earlier and wiped the dissidents out. Instead, they were given a week to regroup. Clear out their keepers. To treat their wounded. Shore up their defenses. Establish something resembling stability. They were given the opportunity to prepare for an Imperial attack.

“We will establish a stationary orbit over the main mining facility.” Callix announced. “From there we will teleport our clone troopers down as an advanced force. They will test the defenses and weapons. Once we know more, we can send a more appropriately equipped force.”

“Coming out of hyperspace now.” Announced a bridge officer.

Hec-Tor watched on the main view screen as the mottled canopy of hyperspace drew back into the streaking starlines of lightspeed, then, finally, into the starts themselves as the ship decelerated to a system speed. The planet of Krytis in front of them, growing larger on the view as they drew closer. A mostly blue sphere with a few while clouds marbled here and there. From space, it looked rather pretty. A foggy sapphire. Just looking at it from space, one would never guess that it was a penal colony and industrial mine. It looked like it didn’t have any industry at all.

“We are close enough for energizer teleportation.” Announced one of the bridge crew.

“Wait until we have established stationary orbit.” Ordered Prince Hec-Tor.

As much as he wanted to deal with Krytis quickly and decisively, he also only want to have to do it once. He wanted to make sure it was done right the first time so that he did not have to come back. Hec-Tor still had to stop at Denebria as well, and Brother would grow impatient if Hec-Tor and Entrapta did not return to Dryl on Etheria to begin in weapons manufacture in –what Prime would consider- a timely manner.

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The island of Mondor on planet Krytis was the largest of the Horde’s mines, and the first to be overthrown by the prisoners there.

The guards were tied up, locked in the most dangerous shafts, or just killed outright. That done, they turned their attention to the skies, looking for the inevitable retaliation for the Empire. But a week past and no army descended on them from the sky. When no attack came, the liberated minors allowed themselves to relax.

Breaking into the wardens private larders, they cracked open the alcohol to celebrate their hard won freedom.

Beer, and ale, and whisky. All the grain alcohols.

They were tipsy –if not all out drunk- when retaliation from the Empire finally did arrive.

And arrive in force.

Three squads of stoic faced clone troopers teleporting down from a warship above. They swarmed through the mining campus with surgical accuracy, taking out anything that put up even the slightest amount of hostility. The Empire never even needed to send down their more specialized, Enlisted troops.

Everything was quiet by the time Prince Hec-Tor and his lieutenants beamed down. A semi-circle of clones surrounding the energizer target just in case there were any stragglers they missed that might appreciate the opportunity to pop-off the Emperor’s brother right after beaming to the planet when his guard was still down.

“Search the campus.” Ordered Hec-Tor. “Any prisoners left alive are to be interrogated.”

He strode through the quiet campus, passing impassive, statuesque clones at every turn and intersection.

Bending down next to the fallen body of one of the prisoners, Hec-Tor plucked the corps’ weapon from its still-limp paws. He glared at it critically, eyes narrowing. He did not like what he saw or what it implied. “This is an Imperial issue weapon.”

“That could just mean they picked it off one of the guards.” Mantenna suggested a more mundane explanation than what the Prince was thinking.

Grizzlor pulled out his datapad. “What’s its serial number? I’ll run it.”

Hec-Tor passed his lieutenant the weapon. Grizzlor punched it into his data pad.

“This one’s from a shipment that was reported stolen in-rout to the Horde Academy.” Grizzlor announced. “Someone gave them these weapons and incited the riot and prison break.”

“But why?” Asked Mantenna. “Whoever orchestrated this must have know that we could take back Krytis easily. I mean, most of these prisoners have never held a weapon before. They’re political prisoners, not hardened soldiers. What could someone possibly stand to gain from this? Aside from just irritating the Empire.”

They continued touring the campus.

Hec-Tor had two clones open the mineral storage bunkers for him to inspect. While the minerals mined on Krytis were not exactly vital to the Empire, they were still a useful resource and used by their military. Hec-Tor wanted to make sure this little riot and revolt didn’t damage their stock piles.

It was all gone.

Every single bunker and storage warehouse was empty.

With a growl of frustration, Hec-Tor lifted his arm canon and blew the walls out of the last bunker he inspected. “This! This is what they stood to gain by inciting this revolt!”

Grizzlor and Mantenna both had to take a couple steps back to avoid a molten steel beam falling on them.

“This would imply that whoever orchestrated this has a larger plan in mind.” Grizzlor pointed out.

Lowering his arm canon, Hec-Tor stepped back out of the melting bunker. “I want a team to sweep this entire compound. This facility is not to be put back into operation until I know who was here.”

“Enlisted or clones, Your Highness?” Asked Mantenna, pulling out his own datapad to file the order.

“Enlisted. Clones do not have the critical reasoning skills necessary for an investigation.” Ordered the Prince.

“The Empire does have its own division for Security and Investigation.” Grizzlor reminded him.

“But they do not report to me.” Hec-Tor shot back. He wanted to remain in control of this. Letting things out of his control was exactly what got them in this mess.

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sshbpodcast · 2 years

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This Star Trek chair made out of 100% recycled material (Part 2)

By Ames

For those of you keeping track, last week we started talking about alien command chairs in Star Trek, and I got a little bit perplexed at how much more sharing the same chair there was across different races than there was when we talked about Starfleet command chairs, which change out every time you look at them. Now we’re moving forward to the movie and DS9 chairs, and there’s going to be even more overlap! But wait! At least this time it overlaps within the same race and not across just the whole galaxy, so extra points for consistency, Deep Space Nine. You did it.

Take a load off with us as A Star to Steer Her By checks out the rest of the chairs we’ve seen during our Trek watch so far, and get real comfy with us as we give you our final thoughts on where we’d sit and where we’d piss. Banter, as usual, is over on this week’s podcast episode (discussion starts at 1:08:57). Buckle up!

Klingon D-12-class: Cha’Joh

Generations

It’s déjà vu all over again as we start off this week’s Blogtivity with chairs we already covered last week. We see BOTH kinds of Klingon chair because Lursa and B’Etor each have a different one on their co-captained Bird of Prey. B’Etor rocks out in the Chang-style chair from TUC, complete with a missile periscope similar to Klaa’s from TFF but without the little arms that attach to the back of the chair. And Lursa gets that boring one-size-fits-all chair that we first saw on the Bounty in TVH.

Son’a destroyer: Li’seria

Insurrection

By the time we get to Insurrection, we finally see something entirely new: Ru’afo’s bitchin’ command loveseat! This one takes me back to Balok’s comfy little sofa from “The Corbomite Maneuver” in that it looks luxurious and impractical and super plush and entirely out of place at the same time, and I kinda love that about it. The Son’a are a people who appreciate the finer things, or at least try to make people think they do, so why wouldn’t they have these entirely luxe, snuggly couches in rich, glamorous fabrics and colors? They even have little screens to command from; sure, they’re too far away to do anything on, but who even would want to while you’re on this opulent seat?

Reman Scimitar-class: IRW Scimitar

Nemesis

Another incredibly unique and unusual chair can be seen on Shinzon’s Scimitar. This one looks like a space heater they stuck a chair on top of. There’s something tabernacle-like about it, and perhaps it’s the light that shines out of the grate that forms the big boxy base in that very rose-goldeny happy color. It’s definitely an interesting shape in its asymmetry, its ability to make anyone seated in it do a hefty lean, and in its cute little attachable screens. Like Ru’afo’s chair, this one is eye-catching and ornate, but unlike that splendorous loveseat, I have exactly no inclination to sit in it.

Romulan Mogai-class: IRW Valdore

Nemesis

When we see Donatra’s ship a couple times in Nemesis, it’s a much more standard chair that looks more like a Starfleet chair with Romulan stuff on it: square black leathery cushions, some kind of emblem in the headrest, generally boxy frame. Overall, it has a strangely cheap look considering this is the last of the TNG movies and what else did they have going on to throw money at? Even Voyager was over by now, which is why we’re pretty sure this ship cannibalized her chairs for the background characters.

Various Cardassian ships

TNG/DS9

Take just a quick look at some of the early Cardassian chairs we glimpse at the end of TNG and early DS9. We’re mostly going to see only the backrest of it, but we’ll get a better look at the whole thing later. For now, just enjoy this broad-shouldered, reptile-skinned chair design for its broad-shouldered reptile-skinned people. It’s absolutely perfect.

Cardassian Galor-class cruiser

Deep Space Nine: “Emissary”

Here’s just a quick over-the-shoulder glimpse of a random Cardassian ship in “Emissary.” From the headrest of it, I can only assume it’s another pretty standard car seat shape, but that’s about all we get to see.

Tosk’s starship

Deep Space Nine: “Captive Pursuit”

We get the quickest couple of glances at Tosk’s little stool in “Captive Pursuit” and, like the Cardassian chairs, it’s very fitting to its owner. The thing is just an efficient little no-nonsense stool with a little black cushion on top, perfect for your Tosk on the go, or at least on the run from hunters.

T’Lani A’norum-class cruiser

Deep Space Nine: “Armageddon Game”

Another car seat–looking chair that we only get glimpses of from the episode “Armageddon Game.” Not terribly interesting overall, but the headrest looks decent for a change. We don’t get a lot of headrests your head can actually reach in Trek.

Klingon K’vort-class: IKS Lukara

Deep Space Nine: “Blood Oath”

So a lot of the Klingon chairs we’re going to see are going to be that same Chang-style chair, which is good because it means they’re consistent and I’m just including them because if I had to look at them, so do you!

Ferengi Na'Far-class shuttle: Aurulent

Deep Space Nine: “Prophet Motive”

Ferengi never fail at being the outliers in the chair category, and this one is just so sadly boring. You’d never think this was on Zek’s ship (even if it’s just a shuttle!) because it’s so boring and just looks like outdoor furniture at a child’s playground. The blue somehow looks really juvenile, possibly because the material looks seriously like it’s made of plastic. And the dinky shape is just way too simple for the Ferengi of all people: a race that shows off their wealth like it’s their job… because it literally is.

Romulan D’deridex-class: IRW Serrola

Deep Space Nine: “The Die Is Cast”

Another repeat of what looks like the HMS Bounty chair. You’re welcome.

Ferengi Na'Far-class shuttle: Quark’s Treasure

Deep Space Nine: “Little Green Men”

As far as Ferengi chairs go, at least this one is different and more in character. The rounded back is high enough to feel like an actual chair, though it might look more like a dining chair than a command seat in a shuttle. The deep green color is pretty nice and doesn’t clash like those bright blue pool toys did, and the material looks like a leather equivalent, which seems right. It’s even got little arms and what appears to be the Ferengi Alliance logo printed on the back!

Cardassian Galor-class: CDS Groumall

Deep Space Nine: “Return to Grace”

We finally get a full view of a Cardassian command chair in “Return to Grace” on Dukat’s ship. Even if it’s just a little freighter, the chair goes for the intimidation factor above everything else (though it also does look pretty comfy). The back is broader at the top to look imposing, the material is that reptile skin we’ve gotten some good looks at previously, the base is super sturdy, and the whole thing is erected on this over-the-top platform piece with lights under the grates and random railings and Cardassian decals all over it. I am so glad we got to see this one before it exploded.

Klingon Bird-of-Prey: Naprem

Deep Space Nine: “Return to Grace”

Here’s some more in the line of Chang chairs that we see on Klingon ships all throughout the show. Let’s start with the one on the ship Dukat commandeers. I also found online that it’s retconned somewhere that he dubbed the ship the Naprem, which is beautiful and disgusting in equal measures. 100% Dukat.

Mirror KCA Negh’Var-class: IKS Negh'Var

Deep Space Nine: “The Emperor’s New Cloak”

Even mirror Klingons have this same style chair. If anyone was going to have a different one, I’d think it’d be these blokes through the looking glass, but nope. Same chair. Apologies for the really rough attempt at a screengrab I took trying to get the moment Regent Worf threw it across the room.

Klingon B’rel-class: IKS Rotarran

Deep Space Nine: various episodes

Same chair, different ship. This time on the Rotarran, so we see it a lot.

Ferengi Na’Far-class shuttle: Audit’s Spoils

Deep Space Nine: “The Magnificent Ferengi”

Yet another iteration of a Ferengi chair, and we’re back to using playground furniture! The ones we see on Brunt’s ship (seriously, Brunt?) just look like something you’d find in a preschool. Like those we saw on Zek’s shuttle, the chairs are a bright-ass blue for children, the size is absolutely diminutive, and the shape is laughably simple. I am so confused by how this design decision got made because nothing about these scream Ferengi, shuttlecraft, or even general space to me! I do like that I found a reference on Memory Beta that Brunt’s ship got named Audit’s Spoils and that tickles me to no end.

Bajoran Perikian-class interceptor: Kitara

Deep Space Nine: “Shadows and Symbols”

We finally get some good looks at a Bajoran ship in season 7 of DS9! I don’t know what took them so long because I wish we’d seen more of these things! The combination of brown fabric and shiny chrome give for this sorta industrial look fitting of a race full of laborers, but there’s also a simplicity and elegance to its shape that speaks to the dedication of the Bajorans to their customs, silly though they often are. It’s an office chair prepared for the resistance, and I’m a fan.

Klingon THIS F***ING THING

Deep Space Nine?? Probably?

Last and also least is whatever this chair is. I included it because it is literally the first chair that comes up in search engines for “klingon command chair” but for the life of me I could not find a screenshot if which it was actually used, even in the episodes that various auction sites stated they could be seen in. I’m compelled to assume that they were background chairs for different stations scattered around the bridge, but I never got a good enough look at them. If you’ve actually spotted one of these things, please let us know!

Regardless of context, it still is a recognizably Klingon chair with seat cushions nearly identical to the ones we’ve seen time and again and with a base that looks like it was welded somehow. Basically, it’s like the Klaa chair and the Bounty chair got in a transporter accident, which is Klingons in a nutshell.

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Well that was exhausting. Luckily I’m sitting down. So what all do you think? Our decisions, as happens frequently, are to agree to disagree:

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Honorable mention - Insurrection: Son’a

Caitlin - TNG: “Haven” Tarellian

Chris - TNG: “The Price” Ferengi

Ames and Jake - TOS: “The Enterprise Incident” Romulan

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Honorable mention - TVH: HMS Bounty chair that we started seeing everywhere afterwards

Ames - TNG: “The Price” Ferengi

Jake - TNG: “Tinman” Gomtuu

Caitlin and Chris - DS9: “Prophet Motive” Ferengi

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After all this, the Jem’Hadar may be onto something in not having any chairs at all. We’ll look at more chairs down the line after we’ve covered more series, so keep these in your pocket for now. Meantime, there’s still plenty of Voyager to get through, so join us for that every week over on SoundCloud (or any podcasting platform really), hang out with us over on Facebook and Twitter, and maybe don’t just put plastic playground furniture on your spacecraft?

Shout out to Ex Astris Scientia for this excellent collection of chairs spotted throughout the show. Star Trek sure is good at finding incredibly weird-shaped chairs, so check ‘em out when you’re looking for somewhere to rest your rump.

Names of most ships that were not explicitly stated in episodes were mostly found on Memory Beta.

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Midsummer Promise (M)

Part 3 of the Supernatural Mini Series

Word Count: 2761

Genre: Faerie au, mostly smut, a bit of fluff?

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Wonho Shownu

The melodies wafted through the air softly. I dim sound overshadowed by the boisterous laughter coming from every crevice of the ballroom. Figures danced around joyously. Their colored skirts and dress shirts made everything seem to pop in an explosion of vitality, as no one was concerned about anything outside of this room.

None of the party goers looked the same, far from it. There were those with wooden horns sticking prominently from their heads, all branching ambitiously towards the sky. Some of their eyes were slit like a cat’s, a tender green that seemed to glow in the dim light. The chef, who stood behind the tables, controlling the supply of food, had a large piggish nose that took up most of the space of his plump face.

The animalistic guests were underlings, nothing compared to those who swayed their bodies in the middle of the ballroom. The ones in the middle, tall and beautiful as they may be, were the ones heading this grand affair.

You were at the center of it all. You moved along the dancing figures, hardly a care in this small world. Everywhere you walked in the expansive ballroom, you would turn heads. It was nearly impossible not to, everyone was interested in seeing the Princess of the Summer Court afterall.

It was your birthday, the reason for the grand part being held. These parties were a part of Fae customs, ‘go big or go home’ they always said. The middle of the dance floor was littered with dancing fae. They all moved to the soft sounds of the lute, all movements in time with their fellow companions.

The fae were elegantly dressed, hell, even that was an understatement. Their dresses and suits were layered in glitter and gold. Their layer skirts were as large as the sun as they waltzed across the floor.

You looked around the expansive room, looking for few figures in particular. You craned your neck to look for the familiar red wings of your best friend. You saw the willowed wings on the other side of the room, and in an excited rush, you started to make your way towards him. You muttered apologies as you moved towards the crowd of people.

Once you saw him, leaning against the marbled wall, you quickly went in to stand next to him. “Why aren’t you dancing?” You asked him curiously, wondering why he had secluded himself so far away from the party. The pink haired man shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I am not in a dancing mood,” He muttered. You rolled your eyes and raised your arm to nudge him in the ribs. “You just couldn’t find anyone to dance with, Kihyun,” You teased him.

Kihyun scrunched up his nose and shook his pink head. “Not true, there are a thousand fae here that would die to have the chance to dance with me,” He smirked as he stared into the see of fae.

Kihyun was the nephew of the Queen of the Autumn court. His warm features made it blatantly obvious of his heritage. You nodded your head, not fully believing him. “Sure, that’s it, Ki.” You joked with him even further.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday, Y/N. Or else I would have to-” You eyed him carefully and smiled, turning to fully face him. “Or else you’ll what?” You simpered, flashing him a devilish grin.

Kihyun, now quiet, leaned in closer. “Or else I’ll hav-” Kihyun’s words were cut short by the rambunctious calls a few party goers. A few men came up behind him, draping their arms around his shoulders.

“Look, it’s the birthday princess and her knight in shining wings.” One of the two men murmured happily as they walked in between the two of you. You crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head.

“I was wondering when I was going to see the two of you.” These two men, the princes of the Spring court, were just as close to you as Kihyun was. You had known them he majority of your life, having spent countless balls and banquets together and away from your families.

“Nice to see you, Jooheon and Changkyun,” Kihyun sighed. He relaxed his shoulders once he figured out who was behind him. Though, you noted the slight tone change in his voice when the two men walked into the conversation.

The brothers sauntered over to you with extended arms. They folded them around your body and held you in a quick embrace. “Happy birthday, Y/N.” Changkyun said gleefully when he pulled away.

“Thank you.” You smiled brightly and took a step back, turning your attention back to Kihyun. “Would you be in the mood to dance if I asked you, Kihyun?” You asked him, holding out your hand. The pink haired fae took your hand and smirked. “I suppose I would.” He reached down to take ahold of your free hand and pulled you to the center of the dancing circle.

His hands swiftly moved to your hips once the next song started. He lead the dancing, making sure you knew to follow his steps.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, Y/N.” Kihyun said after a few minutes of silence. You perked your head up in wonder after you heard his words. “And what’s that about?” You questioned.

The song was beginning to end and you could tell that Kihyun was becoming anxious. “I. Well, I.” He stuttered his words and before you knew it the song was ending. “I l-” Once again, his words were cut off by someone coming in between the conversation. Though, this time, you didn’t know who it was.

You were amazed by the man in front of you. His black hair swept just above his dark eyes. His eyes, nearly a black hue, looked at you with such intrigue and interest that you could almost feel it on your skin. He was tall, almost willowy, with a lean physique that you couldn’t help but to stare at. He had large black wings that spread across his back, it made him seem even more intimidating. A fae.

You snapped out of your trance, realize that he probably realized that you were practically undressing him with your eyes. He eyed you curiously, a faint, smug smile playing on his lips. “May I have the next dance, Princess?” He asked, bending down to grab your hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the skin tenderly.

Your heart started to beat faster as he pressed his lips to your hand. “Of course,” You said. You looked back to key and sent him and apologetic look. “We’ll talk later. Okay?” Kihyun nodded his head, his lips pursed in a thin line. “Sure,” He mumbled before walking off.

You turned back to look at the man, who still had your hand in his hold. The man with the dark hair smiled and started to move you along to the music. “They say that getting the princess of the Summer Court to dance is just as hard as getting a human to see past a faerie’s glamour.” His voice was soft, and singsongy, so melodic that it rivalled that of the music floating through the air.

“It’s only hard because I’m never interested in the suitors that ask. They’re always pompous, daddy’s boy nobles that never capture my attention.” This was surprising to hear in the man’s ears.

“You have your standards. I like that.” He grinned as he moved you along the dance floor gracefully. He pulled you closer to him as the song went on. He leaned in to your ear and chuckled deeply. “Am I up to your standards?” He asked huskily in your ear.

His voice sent shivers down your spine. Whatever your standards were, this man was at the top of the list. You nodded your head, speechless by his closeness. The man pulled away, stopping his dancing. “Let’s take a walk,” He suggested, letting go of one of your hands.

He pulled you along and away from the rest of the dancers, and into the rest of your castle.

It had been a few hours since the man had pulled you away from the party. He had been a much better conversationalist than he had first let on. You had been able to keep up with him for hours without a break. He was charming, and intelligent, and you wondered why you had never seen him at one of the banquets before.

“So you’re telling me, you killed a satyr with your bare hands and went home without any wounds.” You repeated his story once again with a hint of humor. The man nodded his head vigorously. “Granted, it was a smaller satyr, but I still killed it after it attacked me.” He defended, throwing his hands up.

You laughed and bent your head to the side. You looked him up and down for what seemed like the fifth time in the past hour. Now that you looked at it, you believed that he could do it. He looked fast and nimble, he could easily take one on.

He started to slow his walking, until he stopped all together. You turned around and looked at the man quizzingly. “It’s not every day that someone has a birthday. Especially a princess. Wouldn’t you want to spend it, I don’t know doing something else?” He asked slyly as he walked closer to you.

You furrowed your brows together and slit your eyes. “What do you mean?” You asked as he approached. He extended his arms and nudged you towards the wall. Your heels clicked against the floor as you stepped backwards.

The man leaned in close to your face, smirking softly as he watched you become flustered under his touch. “In ways that are a bit more adventurous than a simple party.” His lips were so close to yours, barely brushing against your own.

“Why don't you show me,” You challenged him. Without hesitation, his lips were on yours. Your lips moved hungrily against each others, as if neither of you had ever been kissed.

His hands traveled down your waist, until they rested snuggly at the top of your hips. He pressed himself into you, despite the rings of your dress prohibiting him from going far.

You moved your hands up his back. You pulled away from the kiss to look at his wings. They were beautiful, stunning almost. They looked like the branches of a leafless tree and you couldn’t help but to admire the beauty this man had. His wings, dark and ominous by nature, were a stark contrast from your own. Yours were blindingly white, almost like the sun. Though, yours could to be compared to that of a flower petal, nothing quite as unique as the man before you’s. “You’re quite beautiful,” The man cooed, bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes.

Something seemed off about this man. As perfect as he appeared to be, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something behind his pretty smile. Hell, you had been with him for hours and you still didn’t know his name.

The man trailed his hands across you waist until they landed back onto your hips. He leaned back down until his lips hovered just above your neck. He started planting open mouthed kisses against your neck, eventually he started to suck on the sensitive skin.

You felt a heat between your legs that it started to become uncomfortable. This man was making you feel things and you weren’t sure how much longer you simply just wanted to kiss him.

The man brought his head up and looked to you with a sly glint in his brown eyes. “Can I ‘Please the Princess?” He cooed in your ear. You raised your brows in wonder. “What is that?” You asked, a little embarrassed that you weren’t sure what he meant.

The man smirked and lowered himself to his knees. He bunched your skirts up into his hands and threw the fabric over his head. He ran his hands over your thighs, spreading them further apart as you leaned against the wall.

You sucked in a deep breath and held it. You now understood the meaning behind the name.

His fingers quickly moved your lacy panties to the side, holding them there as he leaned in closer. He pecked small kisses to your core before he dipped his tongue down into your folds. He flattened his tongue against your clit, licking a long, tantalizing strip up your heat.

You clenched your thighs together, clamping yours eyes shut as he continued on. “I want to hear you, princess.” He hummed against your clit. You let your moans ring throughout the hall, unashamed about who might hear.

He flicked his tongue against your clit, increasing his pace with each movement. You gasped out when you felt his fingers enter your heat. He started to move them slowly in and out of you while he focused his tongue on your clit.

He picked up the speed of his fingers. Within moments you were melting in his touch, clearly on the verge of orgasming in the middle of the hallway. You clutched onto the fabric of your dress when you felt your high coming over you.

You needed to hold onto something.

You moaned out, your high washing over you.

“Y/N?” Called a deeper voice from the end of the hall. You could recognise the voice anywhere. You let out a long breath and tried to fix your hair. Wishing for him to go away. You didn’t want him to see you like this, not when you had a man between your legs.

Kihyun walked a bit closer to you, curious as to why you were just standing in the middle of the hall. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

The man threw the fabric of your dress away from him and pushed himself off the ground. A smirk played at his rosy lips. He brought his sleeve up and wiped his wet mouth and turned to look at Kihyun, who was utterly speechless.

“Prince Minhyuk?” Kihyun questioned, almost bitterly.

Then it dawned on you. This man, the one who had just had you pressed against the wall, was Prince Minhyuk of the Winter Court. The same court that had been at war with yours for centuries.

Minhyuk turned and winked to you. “Until next time, Princess.” He straightened his jacket and walked towards the door. You snapped your head towards Kihyun, who glared at you. “There’s going to be a next time?” He mumbled.

You shook your head, still shocked. “I-I don’t know.”

And truthfully, you wouldn’t mind if there was. He was a pesky faerie that you had no intention of staying away from.

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