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short-honey-badger · 4 months

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Peppermint Tea 12

Hey guys! Sorry it's been a bit since the last post! I ended up with a bad case of strept throat and I'm just now feeling up to do my stuff. Anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! None I don't think? Some drinking. Mihawk gets a little dark. A little gaslighty. It's all for your own good tho! Next part? It's finally Smut time!

I forgot to say! The song that they dance to HERE

Begin Again is HERE

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Breakfast is already done by the time Dracule finally decides that he is done, not hiding per se, but procrastinating. You greet him with a blinding smile, and his thoughts flash back to the portrait of a younger you. He shoves the image away and brings you in for a quick kiss before he sidesteps you and an excited Hank for the stove. He plies his plate and joins you at the table.

“I brought you another gift, dear one,” Dracule begins and you roll your eyes at him. He huffs and sips his tea before continuing, “Don’t pout. I think you’ll enjoy this one.”

“I enjoy all of your gifts, Mihawk,” You point out gently and toss Hank a piece of grilled fish, “But I’ll need to start getting rid of some stuff if you keep bringing me such nice things.”

Dracule casts his eyes around your humble home. While there wasn’t anything wrong with the things you have drug up from the shore from shipwrecks, It was far less than what you deserved. Especially since he knew about your past.

“Not everything is meant to be kept forever, Darling,” Dracule says right back, and you sigh but nod. The older man does have a point. Out with the old and in with the new, and all that. You catch the smug twist of his lips at your concession and roll your eyes. He was such a priss.

“Finish your breakfast, and then I’ll bring it in,” Mihawk orders gently after a moment and stands to place a kiss on your brow. He leaves with a lingering look your way that has your cheeks pinking up.

Down at his ship, Mihawk hefts two large crates with ease and carries them back up the beach and to the cottage. One is filled with a variety of fruit and vegetables that you did not have, and Dracule hoped that the more exotic ones would take to the soil of your island. The other crate held the real gift to you, one that he was far more excited to share.

The dishes have been cleared by the time he makes it back to your home. Mihawk leaves the crate of seeds and sprouts outside for you to investigate later. Hank is lounging in the sun, and Mihawk rolls his eyes at the big lug as he trudges back inside. You have made them fresh cups of tea, and Dracule gladly takes his with a quiet thanks after setting the crate aside.

“You'll need a clear space for this one, Darling.” Mihawk points out, and you escape to the living room to clear off part of one of your many bookshelves that line the walls. He follows after you and sets the crate on the floor, then kneels to flip open the lid of the box. You peer inside, brow furrowing at whatever was inside.

“This is a gramophone. It's an older model, so you'll have to crank it here for it to power itself.” Dracule lifts the record player and sets it on the spot you've cleared for him. He dusts it off and then dives back down to retrieve a large metal horn that he attaches to the back of the box. While he is screwing the horn in, you crouch and look through the crate, carefully pulling out several very thin square objects with art on the front.

“What are these for?” You ask and hand them over to Mihawk when he reaches for them. He opens the square and pulls out a shiny black disk that he sits in the middle of the gramophone. You watch in growing fascination as the vinyl begins to spin and jump out of your skin when noise blurts out from the horn.

The static mellows out, and soon your cottage is filled with the delicate notes of classic music and the sound of a man and a woman singing in beautiful harmony. It's in a language that you don't know, but it isn't any less beautiful. You step closer to the machine, awe on your face. You've never heard something so beautiful before, and you close your eyes to better lose yourself in the changing notes.

Mihawk watches you, eyes softening as he takes you in. You sway side to side, your long hair dancing around your waist, completely entranced in the classical tune. He steps behind you, hands settling on your waist as he gently leads you away from the bookshelf and to the middle of the living room. He sways with you, keeping to the slow beat of the song.

One of Dracule's hands finds your own, and he twines your fingers together with a hum, bringing it up and around to wrap around his neck. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his front, “This is one of my favorite pieces. It's a recount of a young man and his affection for his first love.”

You shiver when he speaks, his tone sinful and dripping with intent. You wonder if he is trying to tell you something in his usual, difficult, roundabout way. Did he love you? You were pretty sure that you loved him.

Mihawk holds you close, and as you close your eyes, it is him you hear, humming quietly in your ear. You cock your head up and bring his head down, kissing him as best you can in the odd angle. He twists you around not a second later, untangling his hand from yours so that Dracule can slip it into your hair and hold you just the way he wants as he kisses you senseless. The song comes to an end just as he is pulling you away, leaving you staring up at Mihawk like he was your everything.

Dracule gently untangled his hand from your hair to smooth his knuckles across your cheek, then shifted down to rub his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Would you like to listen to more?” Mihawk asks softly and breaks whatever tension that had built around the two of you.

You nod, an eager smile breaking across your lips, “Yes, please. I didn't understand what they said, but it was beautiful.”

“Not many would, Latin is a dead language to many,” Dracule informs you helpfully and then crouches to investigate the rest of the records inside the crate, “I made sure to bring you a variety of genres.”

You thank his kindness with a kiss on his cheek and giggle when the stoic man looks inordinately proud of himself. He flicks your forehead when you go in for another, “You've made your point.”

You pout at him briefly before you become distracted by the records again. You choose one at random and hand it to Mihawk, and then rise so that you can watch how he changes the disks.

For the next two days, the two of you went through the music that Dracule had brought for you. While you enjoyed the classical music that the warlord favored, you found that the more upbeat jazz genre was more your style. Dracule would smile to himself whenever he caught you humming one of your favorites and pat himself on the back for doing such a good job on his gift.

On the third day, the weather turned for the worse, casting your usual tropical and nice weather under dark clouds and raging winds. Rain pelted the island while you and Mihawk took shelter inside, Hank lay in front of the fireplace, drying his wet fur from his run inside. You sat curled up in the corner of the couch, a small glass of wine held in your hand. Mihawk had assured you that just a small bit would not hurt and would help to warm you up.

Dracule sat in the armchair across from you, feet kicked up as he sipped from his own glass and paged through one of your waterlogged books. Vera Keys crooned in the back, a song about starting all over to begin again. You hum along to the sad song, frowning a bit at the words.

Could you ever do that? Let go of your life here? Begin again somewhere else? The thought sent fear shooting down your spine, a voice echoing in the back of your mind that you could never leave this island.

Dracule glances over to see you frowning and can tell that you have delved into your thoughts. He wonders how much of your past that you recall, but he doesn't dare ask, would hate himself for bringing you any unnecessary pain. There was no need for you to know right now, not when it kept you safe.

“Something wrong, Angel?” Dracule rumbles and sets his book away to focus on you. He stands and steps over Hank to sit beside you on the couch.

Your lips screw up even more, and you debate on telling Dracule your thoughts. You'd already spilled enough on him the other morning about your dreams.

“I just…wish that I could leave sometimes,” you admit quietly and sit your glass aside. Your hands pick at themselves, a nervous habit over the years, “But everything I think about it, there is this voice telling me how I shouldn't. How it isn't safe.”

Dracule is silent beside you. Panic had shot through him for half a second when you mentioned wanting to leave. He could understand why. You've been trapped here all your life, but the thought of Big Mom somehow finding out about you? That was unacceptable. You needed to be kept safe, and Dracule would be the one to take up that role.

“While I understand your desire to leave, to explore the world,” Mihawk begins softly and draws you close to him, manhandling you a little so that you sit on his lap, legs on either side of his own, “I would listen to that voice. The world is vast, and there are people out there that would destroy everything that makes you, you.”

You find yourself nodding along. Dracule sounds so serious, and you wish he would tell you what had wronged him in the world for him to feel this way. For him to want you to stay here.

“What kind of people?” You ask, and Dracule frowns harshly, looming far more frightening than you have seen him since the first time he stepped foot on your island. You aren't sure if his answer brings you comfort or not.

“People like me, Darling. Pirates who take what they want when they want. I'm where I am for a reason, and I want to keep you away from anyone else who might wish you harm.”

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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Tender is the night (for a broken heart)

A/n// hello! So I’ve been writing this fic for… a long time. But it’s also one of my fav fics I’ve wrote so far, and it means a lot to me. It is long but! It’s cute so, enjoy! Also, if it seems like it’s everywhere, I’m so sorry. I tried to make it as connected and sensible as I could!

Warnings// kissing, some sexual innuendos at the end ig, hurt/comfort, reader being insecure, crying, swearing, panic attack, a lot of fluff at the end, Sarah being a bitch. (Please tell me if I missed anything!)

Edited and 5.5k words!

When you and Wilbur started dating, you thought it was a joke.

Wilbur was the smart and nerdy, yet extremely attractive and well known kid. He was the lead trumpet in the band and a straight A student. He liked to play guitar for small gigs at your local coffee shop, but it was also the same place he worked at on a regular day basis after school.

And you. You were the smart and nerdy kid that no one really knew. You always kept to yourself. You were usually sitting at one of the corner tables at lunch watching the group of girls crowd around Wilbur. You worked at the diner down the street from the café as a waitress. You wrote poetry for fun and put your art in art shows that happened in the city to try and sell them to gain a couple bucks.

To put it simply. You were a nobody. An outcast.

So when Wilbur came over to you at lunch one day, tapping your shoulder to get your attention over the music blasting in your ears, you were shocked.

“Hey! Y/n right?” The boy asked you as you took off your headphones and looked up at him. You took a quick glance over at the group of girls and saw all of them looked confused and jealous he was paying attention to you. The schools nobody.

“Uh.. yeah! Yeah I’m y/n.” You said hesitantly and quiet. “What are you doing over here? Don’t you have other girls to talk to?” You said with a bitter tone.

“Ouch. I can talk to other people you know? What? Don’t want to talk to me?!” He asked as he leant against the wall your table was against and smirked down at you.

You rolled your eyes as you put your pencil down on your notebook. “No Wilbur. I really don’t want to talk to you. I’m busy.” You pointed down to your notebook with a rough sketch of the scene that was in front of you a couple second ago. You had the silhouettes of the students drawn out but got rudely interrupted by Wilbur before you were going to start drawing him.

“Ahh. I see. Is this what you always do at lunch?” He asked as he stole your notebook from the table and flipped through the notebook.

“Wait! Wilbur, stop it! Give it back!”

“What?! Got something bad in here?! Do you draw naked people like Jack from Titanic?! Even worse, do you draw me-“ Wilbur froze as he looked down at your notebook, his face falling slowly into a look of confusion and disbelief.

You quickly grabbed your notebook from Wilbur’s loose grasp and closed it up. You held it to your chest as you closed your eyes and waiting for him to start laughing. But yet, no laughing came.

“Was- Was that me?” He asked in a hushed voice for only you to hear.

“Yeah, so what?” You asked back in a harsh voice.

“I- It’s really good. Like super good. Can I see it again?” He asked you softly as he sat down next to you and held his hand out, head slightly turnt to look at you.

You hesitantly put the notebook in his hand and let him have his fun. As he opened the notebook and flipped through, you watched his face. His face was always perfect somehow. Not just because it was symmetrical! But, because it was always so loose. He had very few wrinkles and he had a little crease it his forehead from when he smiled. He looked peaceful and beautiful. Regardless if he did have any or not, he would always be perfect to you. Always.

“I like this one.” He snaps you out if your thoughts as he points to the page he’s on. One of your favorites as well. It was a portrait of him, but it was his side profile while laughing. He continued flipping until he got to the one he landed on. That one was a drawing of him playing the guitar in a flower field. Something you kind of just.. came up with. But it was by far the one you admired and cherished the most. “Now this. This is incredible. How did you draw this?” He asked looking up at you.

“Oh! Um.. I just kind of imagined a place you would possibly play at and came up with this. It took a while but, it was worth it.” You tell him as you trace over the likes of rough pencil markings and dark shaded areas, admiring the piece. While you did that, Wilbur never took his eyes off you. He watched how your eyes filled with happiness and nostalgia from when drawing this. Filled with relief and longing. He watched your lips twitch as you held back a smile. God how much he would love to see you smile. “But it’s nothing important. Just a silly little sketch.” You concluded as you grabbed the notebook and put it into your bag as the bell rang.

“Do you put any of your art in the art show they do up in the city? Because if you do, you should definitely put that one in there.” Wilbur says as he gets up with you and slings his backpack on his back.

“I do. But I don’t know if I want to put that one. I like it too much.” You gave him a small smile as you looked up at him.

Wilbur smiled back down at you. “Do you have another class for the rest of the day?”

“Um… no actually. Why?” You asked him as you both started to walk out of the school.

“Would you maybe want to go get coffee and maybe go to that flower field so I can play you some music? And so you can draw my handsome self again, obviously.” Wilbur cockily added the last part.

“Hmm. Only if I pay. It’s the least I could do since you’re letting me get a free show and a drawing session in one day.” You offered him.

“Deal. But this is the only time you will be paying. Also I’m driving.” Wilbur says as he stops in front of his car. It was an old, rusty, beat up red truck. But it fit him so well. Like it was made for him.

“Oh? So you’re saying there’ll be another time?” You jokingly questioned him.

“Only if you want it darling.” Wilbur told you as he opened the door for you as you gave him your bag. Wilbur quickly put the bags in the back and ran to the drivers side. He put his phone on the aux and put on a random playlist.

“We’ll see how today goes pretty boy. And maybe there will be another time.” You said as you rolled down your window and let the fall breeze into the car. Wilbur did the same with his and chuckled at the nickname. You looked at him from your seat and smiled brightly at him as he looked at you.

“Well then. I’ll try my best to make it the best time you have ever had.” Wilbur says as he backs out of the parking lot and to the coffee shop.

After that day, you and Wilbur grew closer. You continued to hang out as friends. And eventually those feelings turned into more for the both of you, and the hangouts became dates. And by the end of your junior year, you and Wilbur were dating. Everyone always told you how good you and Wilbur were together. And you thought that too. You loved him. A lot. Yes you had worries but, those quickly subsided when he was around.

You and Wilbur graduated high school with the both of you getting voted best couple of the year in your year book. Wilbur went to college for a couple years but soon dropped out to pursue music. He made a band and quickly started to make music and publish it, which was going extremely well. You, on the other hand, went to college and finished. Going to classes for drawing and painting, to improve your skills, and majoring in fine arts and digital arts. You continued to sell and show your art off at shows and art museums when they offered. You also got a job at a school teaching art and teaching kids that art can help express things and tell stories.

You loved that Will followed his heart and pursued music. You loved watching him just play small snippets of the things him and the guys were working on for you. Loved being apart of the writing process, as well as the designing process. You loved seeing him so happy and excited with his music.

You both lived together in an apartment in downtown Brighton and you were both happy!

Well. At least you were. You didn’t know about how Wilbur felt after finding those text.

Wilbur and you were both lying on the couch, watching a movie. Well. You were at least. Wilbur fell asleep half way through the movie with his arm holding your waist, pulling you close to him. The other hand that was tracing your arms was now in yours as you played with his fingers, listening to his soft snores and his little whispers from his dreams. He looked so peaceful.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of Wilbur’s phone buzzing on the coffee table. Thank god it was on silent or he could’ve woken up immediately knowing him. You took the phone and pressed the ‘shut off’ button to turn of the buzzing.

Once you were settled into Wilbur again. The buzzing started up again. You groaned as you moved and turned the buzzing off again. That had to be it.

A couple minutes later his phone started to buzz again, but short, little buzzes from text messages.

Now you were curious.

Who needed his attention this badly, besides you of course.

You slowly reached over to grab Wilbur’s phone and turned it on to show his lock screen.

The lock screen was a picture of you and Wilbur, sitting on the couch that was in the studio. You sitting on Will’s lap with his guitar in your own lap. Wilbur’s hand fingering the chords, as you strum whatever song you guys were playing. Wilbur’s free hand on your thigh as you both looked at each other with goofy smiles. You remember that day like it was yesterday. The day Wilbur told you he loved you.

When you finally snapped out of your thoughts, you looked down at the messages that continued to come through. You grimaced as you swiped up into his phone to reveal the numbers asking for the password. You hated going on or even through his phone. You didn’t want to be considered that girlfriend. You weren’t the jealous type and it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, because you did! But. His phone never went off like this unless it was you wanting his attention or his band mates trying to get him to wake up on Saturday mornings for practice.

You typed in Wilbur’s password for his phone, which was your birthday. He said it was “more romantic than a stupid little password that didn’t mean anything to him.” Which you didn’t argue with. As you finally got into his phone, you took a deep breathe and went into messages.

But the name you saw didn’t seem real.

Sarah. A girl throughout high-school you were always jealous of. She was the cheer captain her senior year and she was always on varsity cheer throughout the years. She was the definition of perfect to you. She was beautiful, nice and extremely smart. She was one of those popular girls who was always super nice to people… well like you. The quote-on-quote “weirdos”. Even when she was friends with absolute assholes, it felt nice to be noticed by her. Now, junior year, it was rumored that her and Wilbur liked each other. I mean, they always talked to each other, sat by each other, and you could tell by the way Wilbur looked at her that something was going on. That’s one major reason of why you were jealous of her. But, the rumors were quickly shut down when Brett, the quarterback, asked her to the homecoming after the big game against their rivals. She obviously said yes and that was the end of the story. Sarah and Brett started dating and Wilbur was, you could say, forgotten by her. But you could tell Wilbur still had feelings for her after that night at the football game.

“Why is she texting him?” You thought out loud. You heard Will groan and shift slightly after you said that. You froze and looked at him until you heard his snores start back up, that’s when you relaxed. You looked down at the text.

‘Hey Wilbur!’

‘Are we still getting coffee this afternoon?’

‘Text me back when you can!’

When you say your heart stopped, you meant it. Coffee? With her? With the person he knows makes you insecure about everything? He said he had a get together with his friends tonight. What the fuck is going on?!

You scrolled up and saw the text messages they had earlier. Nothing screamed ‘cheating!’, you know Wilbur wouldn’t do that. But some whispered, ‘watch out for her.’

As you heard Wilbur groan and begin to wake up, you quickly put his phone on the table and smiled up at him.

‘Act normal. Talk about it later.’

“Hey sleepy head.” You put on a small smile as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked… perfect.

“Hey. Have you been awake this whole time?” He asked in a scratchy deep voice. He looked at you as you scratched his scalp and smiled.

“Eh. I woke up about 10 minutes ago.” You said while pecking his chin. He laughed and cupped your face in his hands as he pulled you up to be face to face with him. “What’s up?”

He smiled and looked at you for a couple seconds. “You, my love, are so beautiful.” He leant up and kissed you. Slow and passionate.

The kiss lasted shorter than you both would’ve liked but Wilburs phone started buzzing again. He groaned as he reached for the little device and grimaced as he looked at it. “Sorry love. I have to go. James is calling me.” Wilbur said as he got up from underneath you and put his shoes back on. “I’ll bring back some food for you ok?” He asked you as he pecked your lips one last time.

“Mhm. Just don’t get the wrong thing this time.” You teased him.

“That was one time! And I promise I won’t.” He said back to you as he kisses your forehead and grabbed his wallet and phone.

“I love you. Have fun.” You said as he opened the front door.

“I love you too darling.” He smiled at you as he closed the door.

You quickly frowned as thoughts started to crowed your mind.

‘When he comes home, I’ll ask him about it.’

Well. That was two days ago. And you still haven’t talked to him about it. It’s not like you haven’t had time or you haven’t seen him! You two are basically stuck to the hip when you can be. But. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Afraid that maybe it was true. Maybe Wilbur never loved you and kept in touch with Sarah secretly this whole time and waited until she was either single or loved him again.

No. Your head was just playing tricks on you right? He wouldn’t do that! He’s a good guy. And he loves you. Right?

Wilbur came home from filming a video with Tommy and the rest of the boys. Once he came into the house and greeted you, you sat him down on the couch with you and sighed.

“We need to talk Will. And it’s nothing bad, maybe.” You said, anxiety filling your body as you looked down at your hands in your lap and started picking at them.

“Love what’s up? Talk to me.” Wilbur whispered to you as he grabbed your hands and kissed them.

You looked at him and sigh. “Do you love me? Like… truly. Do you love me?” You asked, slow and drawn out. your voice quiet and breathy, almost like you didn’t want to be saying those words and you didn’t want the reply to them.

The moment those words fell from your mouth, Wilbur’s face fell. He felt… sad? Angry? Confused? Why did you ask him that? Didn’t you know you were all he can think about half the time? Of course he loves you! “Love. Why are you asking that?” Wilbur asked in confusion and disbelief you would even ask that.

“No. Wil. I need you to answer the question. Do you love me or not?” You said, your voice raising slightly as you let go of his hands and got up from the couch.

“I- what brought this up y/n? I just want to know what I did to make you think this-“

“I saw the text. I saw what you both were doing that night. You fucking lied to me Wil! How long has this been going on? How long have you been seeing her?!” You raised your voice as you spoke. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t angry per-say. You were more upset and disappointed. If this was true, you were done.

“What text?! What are you talking about?” Wilbur said as he scrunched his face up and looked at you like you were crazy.

“Oh don’t fucking try that on me. You know exactly what I’m talking about! You and Sarah have been secretly seeing each other this whole time, right? All the times you went out with the “guys”. It was with her. Right?!” You yelled at him, your voice cracking as you held back sobs.

Wilbur just looked at you with the most heartbreaking look ever. You saw the text? He got rid of those! He wasn’t even worried about the text at the moment though. He was upset and angry you thought that about him. Thought that he would do that. But disappointed at himself for not getting rid of her number and just telling you about what happened. “Y/n-“

“Please tell me this is fake. Please tell me what I’m feeling is just my mind playing games on me!” You sobbed as your ran your hands through your hair. “Please, Wilbur. I- I love you so much. Please. Please don’t leave me.” You whimpered as you choked back sobs as you looked at him through blurry eyes. Wilbur hurriedly got up and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought your head to his chest and held it there as you sobbed. You wrapped your arms around his torso and scrunched his sweater up in your hands and squeezed.

Your thoughts persisted as you sobbed into his sweater. ‘He doesn’t love you. He never did!’ ‘He was using you the whole time to get over her.’

It didn’t feel real.

“Please- Wilbur please-“ You gasped out through sobs as you grabbed your chest, trying to get air into your lungs.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, ok? Focus on me.” He said in the softest voice you have ever heard as he gently cupped your face. “Deep breathes. In and out, ok? Do it with me. In-“ Wilbur inhaled as you grabbed into his forearms and followed him. Once he saw you take in as much air as you could, he exhaled. “And out. Good girl. Yeah. And just keep doing that with me ok?” You nodded as Wilbur helped you get a steadier breathe.

Once you nodded at him to tell him you were alright, he brought his forehead down to your own and sighed. “Can I- Can I please explain, all of this?” He asked you as he leaned back to look at you. You nodded, afraid if you spoke you would start crying again.

Wilbur sighed and gently brought you to the couch. He grabbed your hands and held them in his own as he kissed them gently. “Darling. I love you so much. So goddamn much. And I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Wilbur started but quickly stopped as he got choked up. He was scared to be honest. Scared you would leave him either way. Scared that once he explained the whole situation, you would still be upset about all of it. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not having you there with him. Not having your stupid jokes and your silly faces when he wakes up in the mornings. Not having anyone to come home too. Not having you to share music with.

He didn’t like the thought of you not being in his life anymore.

Wilbur looked up to see you looking at him with a sad lopsided smile and waiting patiently for him to continue as you rubbed his knuckles. “I-“ He took a few breathe before continuing. “I saw her at the coffee shop a couple weeks ago. And I hadn’t seen her since high school so I just went up to say hi and ask how she was doing.” Wilbur took a deep breathe before continuing the story. “She said that her and Brett broke up and she was home for the holiday. I had to leave, so I gave her my number, just to catch up her! Nothing else. And she texted me later that day if I wanted to get lunch and catch up in person. And me being the person I am said yes. And then during lunch I-“ Wilbur cleared his throat as he got chocked up once again. “I knew she was trying to flirt with me. She kept touching my hand and making unnecessary comments about me and just- it didn’t seem right. So I started talking about you and she got annoyed. That’s when I finally realized she didn’t want to catch up, more like she wanted to see if I was available. Which I made it super clear that I wasn’t! I mean. I thought I did. I thought I blocked her number, truly. I didn’t think she would keep pestering me about seeing her after talking about you. Y/n-“ Wilbur got cut off by his own sob. All you did was bring him into your chest while crying with him. “I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t mean to h-hurt you. I didn’t mean for you to think like that. I should’ve never said a-anything to her. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur sobbed out into your chest as he held you close to him like a lifeline. Like you would leave any moment.

You buried your face into the messy mop of hair on top of his head. You just sat there, holding him and crying with him, whispering to him that you loved him and it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know this was going to happen. He didn’t plan for this to happen. It wasn’t his fault.

As you both settled down and your breathing was back to a regular rhythm, you lifted his head in your hands and wiped his tear stained cheeks and gave him a weak smile. “Wil. It’s not your fault. You were just being the nice person you always are, and I love you for that. And I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just, kind of mad at myself and confused about everything. Mad at myself for letting myself get upset over this without letting you talk. Letting myself get insecure about our relationship and your feelings about me because of her. But also knowing your history with her, it kinda made my brain go into thoughts I didn’t like.” You let out a shaky sigh as you tried to blink away your tears. “But I’m also conf-“ you cleared your throat before continuing. “I’m just also confused on where you went that night and all those nights that you just left in a hurry or just left while smiling at your phone. It doesn’t make sense Wil.” Your voice cracked as you ended your sentence, putting your head down to look at your lap as your bottom lip quivered and you took deep breathes to stop yourself from crying.

Wilbur frowned at you as he sat up and took your hands in his again. “Love. You had all the right to be upset. I should’ve have told you I saw her, I should have told you about the lunch, I should’ve have told you about everything. And I’m so sorry you felt that way love. You shouldn’t have to be insecure about yourself or this relationship. I love you. And only you. You are perfect. And I only want you. Not her. Not anyone else. Just you.” Wilbur sniffed as he lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. “There’s my perfect darling.” Wilbur smiled at you as he cupped your face and rubbed your cheeks. You sent him a weak smile back as you leant into his hand. “And if you’re wondering what I’ve been doing all of those nights. I’ve been with the Phil, Tommy, Jack, James, practically everyone. Every night. Not with her. And I had a plan, but I cant wait any longer so-“ Wilbur cut himself off as he went to his coat on the rack and went through his pockets. He held the mystery thing in his balled up fist and came back over to you.

Wilbur knelt down on one knee in front of you as he looked at you with a small smile. You just sat on the couch with a confused yet shocked face. “Wil-“

“Y/n. Ever since that one little interaction in the cafeteria in junior year, I’ve been utterly in love with you. From your art to the way you laugh and talk about the things you love for hours on end. You have become home. And I never really believed in that stuff, about how a person could become home to you. But now I do. I have found that one person i want to spend every moment with until I die. And the only person that will put up with my bullshit.” You laughed at that as you sniffed and held back tears. “And that is you, darling. Always and only you. Now-“ Wilbur sniffed and smiled as he looked at you and opened the small black box. Inside, a silver ring with a small yet beautiful diamond, which you knew was fake, on the top. You admired the ring as he took it out of its resting place and held it up to you. “I know it’s not much but, it’s something. Y/n L/n, will you make me the happiest man to ever exist and marry me?” Wilbur asked you, his hand slightly shaking as he awaited your answer.

You laughed a little as you yet again held back tears and nodded. “Of course I’ll marry you William. Oh my god.” You say in shock as Wilbur put on the ring and cupped your face. He pecked your lips softly and rested his forehead on yours as he laughed.

“Thank fuck. I was scared you were gonna say no.” Wilbur sighed out as you smiled up at him.

“I would never. I love you too much. That is unless you did do something bad-“

“I swear I didn’t!”

“I know, I know! What made you decide to do… that… now?” You asked him as he sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“Well, knowing you had those thoughts and knowing how impatient I am to just make you mine forever, fuck the plan. Sorry Phil but, I needed you to know that you are my forever. My one and only. My sugar plum. My little soft cute baby-“

“Ok now you’re pushing it.” You deadpanned at him as your crossed your arms and tried not to laugh at Wilbur’s pout.

“Fine. I just won’t call you anything. I won’t even call you my fiancé!” Wilbur whined out as he looked away from you.

Hearing him say that word. Fiancé. Brought a whole other world into you. A whole other part of your life you get to experience, with him.

“Nooooo! No please! I’m sorry! Call me what you like!! See what I did there- please I’m sorry!” You whined out as you kissed all over his face, not a spot left untouched by your lips.

Wilbur laughed at the song reference as you continued to kiss his face. He placed his hands on your waist and squeezed. “Ok! Ok, fine. I will call you whatever I like. And I won’t stop calling you my fiancé. Well- not until we’re married. Because then I get to call you my wife. Oh! I get to call you my wife then! Can we just get married now?! Please-“

Wil! Wil! Calm down dear. We’ll get married when we can afford it. And plus I want our family and friends there. But for now-“ You ran your hands through his hair and rubbed his head as his eyes fluttered shut. “You can call me your fiancé or any other nickname you want.” You smiled at him as he looked at you. Wilbur leaned in and softly connected your lips together. The kiss wasn’t quick or rough. It was like Wilbur was summoning all of his love for you into one kiss. The kiss was soft, slow, and love-filled.

It was perfect.

Once you both needed air, Wilbur pulled away and panted softly as he smiled widely at you. “I love you. And I’m sorry for what happened and not telling you anything. I promise to tell you everything for now on, like i should’ve been doing.” Wilbur sighed and rubbed your waist lightly. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.” You smiled at him as you leaned in and kissed him again, but quickly pulling back before the kiss could go anywhere. “And what do you mean ‘like you should’ve been doing’?? I swear to god if you did something el-“

“Hey. None of it is bad. Maybe somethings I did with Tommy or the band that we kept secret, but nothing bad. Now shut up and kiss me.” Wilbur quickly reassured you as he pulled you back into him and kissed you again.

But you being the person you are, needed more answers. “No no no! Did- Did you and Tommy break the TV that one ti-“

“Darling. Love. Baby. Stop talking more kissing, ok? I want to show my fiancé how much I love them.” Wilbur quickly mumbled out as he started to kiss you again.

“Yeah but you have some explaining to do.” You mumbled out in between kisses.

“That depends if you even remember it after we’re done.” Wilbur says as he flips you over, so your back meets the couch, as he hovers over your frame.

“Oh, I will. But you can try to make me forget pretty boy.”

“Oh I certainly will.” Wilbur smirked as he leant down and pressed an intoxicating kiss onto your lips.

You were gonna have to try really hard to remember.

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maybe-limerence · 6 months

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Torment

Yandere! Forest god x Underworld god! Gender neutral! Reader x Platonic! Yandere! ???

We be flipping the Persephone/Hades roles with this one boys

TW: force feeding (mention), yandere behavior

Authors note: yeah, I got a little carried away with this one lol. Also, happy first day of Halloweek!

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How long had it been since you were in the human world? Six.. seven.. maybe eight hundred years?

No matter, you had forgotten what the sun felt like beating on your face, what the grass felt like, what the flowers smelled like.

All of the things were so lovely it felt almost overwhelming.

You were wandering around the forest when you had cut your ankle slightly.

A rose bush.

The roses were slightly unnerving with how red they were, almost the color of fresh blood.

The more you looked at them, the more you became oblivious to your surroundings. You were never the most observant.

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A pair of green eyes watched your movements thoughtfully.

You had to have been some sort of god, or at least favored by one, to have been that beautiful.

The forest god who overlooked the woods you were in had never seen someone who looked like you in the span of time they ruled.

They had to get a closer look.

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A sudden breeze took up, ruffling your hair. The chill had you shivering.

You were too busy focusing on the cold that you neglected the fact the flower you were previously admiring had released a sweet smelling scent.

Your head began to spin, and a slight laugh echoed in your mind.

Your eyes began to shut as you fell on the grass, succumbing to the darkness of sleep.

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You awake with a start, shooting up. You were in a.. cottage? Slowly getting up, you walk to the closest window and look out.

You quickly realized the cottage was in a tree. A very very tall tree.

Backing away from the window, you rack your brain in hopes of finding a reason you were in a tree cottage.

“Oh, you’re awake!” A voice calls.

You whip your head to look at where the voice came from.

A being stood before you. Red curly hair, green eyes, pale skin. Pointed ears, tree branches as horns, fairy like wings.

A forest god.

“Um, hi? Who are you?” You ask, confused.

“My name is not important,” they reply.

“Oh, ok. I’m not sure how I got up here.. did you take me here?”

“Yes, I did,”

“Why?” You shoot the god a worried glance.

“I wanted to get to know you, more specifically what you are.”

You let out a sigh, though you’re not sure if it’s of relief or nervousness.

“I am a death god, and I really must get going. I have du—,”

“No!” They shout, branches glowing slightly, disturbing a bird that was on the window ledge.

“Wh-what?” You ask, scooting away slightly.

“No,” they say in much calmer voice.

“Why not?!” You ask.

“Because, I haven’t seen someone like you before,”

“But I have duties!”

“They can wait!” The god insist.

“I don’t want to worry my father! He’s the king of the underworld, and he gets worried easily,” you continue.

“Well, I’m keeping you, that’s final,” they say, forcefully.

You pout, trying to think of a way out of this. You were never the best at strategies.

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In the underworld, your father was growing anxious.

Pacing and chewing his nails, his closest adviser told him of your disappearance and who the believed to be the cause of it.

“A forest god?! What would a forest god want with my beloved child?!” You father yells.

“We-we don’t know sir,” the adviser says.

“I don’t care, just—“ your father drops to the floor. “— bring my child back to me,”

“We will sir.” The advisor leaves.

Your father rises from his knees, looking at the portrait of your late mother and you, when you were small.

“I can’t loose you too,”

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You’ve been stuck in that cottage for a while, looking at the window.

You could’ve climbed out of there, but you don’t want to fall

You may have a god for a father, but your mother was a low ranking deity. You aren’t sure if you’d survive if you fell and you don’t want your father to be sad.

“Dear, come and eat!” The god calls.

You still have yet to eat, and you were growing hungry, but your defiant nature pushed it down.

“I’m not hungry!” You call back.

Footsteps echo the cottage and you are met with a disappointed look.

“Dear, you haven’t eaten since you’ve been here, I know you’re lying. What’s bothering you?”

“I’m just not hungry.” You turn back to the window.

A sinister aura pierces through the air and pricks at your skin.

You’re nervous but you don’t look at the god.

“You either eat with me, or I force feed you. You pick.”

You whip your head to look at them, noticing how they’re inches away from you.

You back closer to the window, frightened by the expression they’re making.

“What’s your choice?”

“I—“

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A winged individual flies through the forest, decay and rot following.

They were the leader of the Thanoi, a group of gods and goddesses who led the souls of the dead to their destinations in the underworld.

This one, the leader Thanatos, had grown close with you. He had been there when your mother died, he played with you when your father couldn’t, he took care of you. You were like his child.

And he wouldn’t allow someone to take his child.

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“I—“

You continue to back away in fear, not accounting how close you were from the window ledge.

“What will it be?” The god asks.

“I’m truly not hun—“

“Oh Ophel~” a familiar voice calls.

Uncle Thanatos!

You take the moment of surprise to push past the god.. Ophel.. and run into your uncles arms.

“Heya kiddo!” Your uncle says, disregarding the god that is before them.

Snapping to their senses, they became enraged.

“What do you want, Thanatos?!” Ophel asks, pointedly.

“Well, the underworld hasn’t been as fun as it used to without the little heir running around!” Thanatos says with a cold smile “I’ve come to collect them!”

“No!” Ophel screeches.

“Well, you have no say in this, Αντίο!”

With that, you’re home.

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“Oh, my sweet child!” Your father calls, hugging you tightly.

“Hi papa!” You return the embrace.

You feel him shaking.

He’s crying. Don’t cry papa!

You give him a squeeze him softly.

“Please, don’t ever leave me again…” he whispers.

#yandere #darling #oc stuff #yandere x reader #maybe limerence #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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dulcelovestoomuch · 1 year

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The Details of You // Mammon x Artist!reader

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Before coming to Devildom, you were in the worst art block you had ever been in. No lines seemed right. Shapes held no meaning. You couldn't breathe life or passion into anything you worked on. Torn paper decorated the floors, snapped pencils rested on your desk, and sketchbooks laid bare.

Then, things changed. You met the others and it seemed you could find beauty in everything. You could find inspiration simply by looking around.

However, nothing gave you more inspiration than the avatar of greed. He had somehow become a muse. The pages of every sketchbook had a drawing of him. Portraits of smiles and frowns, of anger and sadness, of excitement and embarrassment. Somehow you could perfectly remember these expressions, as if they were etched into your brain by Mammon himself.

Yet, it sometimes grew frustrating.

You could eventually perfect his features, but sometimes struggled with drawing him without reference. On your worst days, something was always off no matter how much you redrew him.

So, it was simple.

You decided to ask him.

"Mammon, I have a favor to ask," You worked up the courage to say, interrupting his "concentration" on studying.

"You're' asking me for a favor?" Mammon tilted his head, "Sure, but ya definitely owe me one!"

He gave your a playful smile; it could rival the sun in your opinion.

"Uh, sure," You replied, "I've been running out of inspiration lately. Do you think I could draw you?"

Mammon raised a brow, "Is that all, human? Go ahead! Who wouldn't want to draw the great Mammon?"

You suppressed the urge to fondly roll your eyes, grabbing a sketchbook and pencils from you desk. You nudged some books to side with your foot, before sitting front of him. You both sat on the floor; Mammon waiting as you flipped to a blank page in your sketchbook.

"Okay, so just stay still," You said, grabbing a 3H pencil. You began with drawing the face, getting the general shape of his face down on paper.

"Ya got it, human," Mammon spoke, "Won't move a muscle,"

A few moments rolled by, silent and calm. Your eyes would lock onto his face every so often. You didn't know, but it felt piercing to Mammon. You staring at him with such a strong, focused gaze was something he wasn't used to. He gulped, his face burning and body itching to move. So, the silence came to an end.

"So," Mammon said, "Why did ya want to draw me anyway?"

You shrugged, grabbing a darker pencil to work on detailing his facial features. "Just wanted to,"

He opened his mouth to say something more, but snapped it shut when your gaze focused on him again.

"Do you not want me to?"

Mammon flinched, cheeks reddening, "I didn't say that."

"Then, let me work!" You huffed, focusing back down on the paper.

Mammon frowned, looking away. You sighed, placing the sketchbook at you side before inching closer to Mammon. You gripped him by the chin, forcing him to look at you. You could see his skin turn red; his eyes shook as his mouth opened and shut like a fish.

"W-Whaddya think you're doing?" He said, looking everywhere but you.

"I told you to stay still," You said, "Keep looking at me,"

"O-okay, I got it," Mammon stammered, "Ya don't have to keep holding my face like this,"

"Mammon," You said gently, "What's wrong?"

"Wha... nothing's wrong." Mammon pulled away, "Nope, nothing at all,"

"Mammon..." You grabbed his face again. This time he managed to lock eyes with you, but his skin turned from a muted red to crimson.

"Ya just... never drew me before," Mammon explained, "I ain't used to it,"

You sighed.

He is as adorable as he is frustrating. You move back to your prior spot, grabbing your sketchbook and pencil once more.

"Fine, just stay still, okay? I'm almost done,"

Silence continued, only the sound of breath and of pencil on paper was audible in the room.

Having him as a reference made the details so easier to grasp. It make life come easier to the paper before you. You could finally draw every detail you forgot and improve upon every detail you remembered.

When you finished, you put the pencil down.

"Finally finished? It took forever!" Mammon grumbled, "Let me see it,"

You handed the sketchbook to him. He took it with a confident grin, only to freeze when he saw it.

"Does it look bad?" You asked.

Mammon's cheeks burned a cherry red, "I-I mean... it ain't too bad to look at. It's a drawing of me after all!"

He stared at it for a few more moments.

"Well, can I get it back then?"

"Nope!"

A loud tear filled the air.

Mammon tore the drawing out the sketchbook, before running out the room with a shout of "thanks!".

You stood up, running after him. The chase would be unsuccessful, as you yelled at him to come back, but couldn't keep up regardless.

However, when you would later go to his room, your drawing would be there framed. Mammon would blush, ranting about how because it was a drawing of him, he had to put it in his room.

It wasn't because that drawing showed how you viewed him. It also definitely wasn't because it was a drawing you did of him, with so much care and detail that it made his heart melt.

His stuttering and stammering continued on, before you simply gave him a kiss and pulled him back to your room.

Maybe you weren't so mad at him taking it.

Maybe now you had a willing muse.

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This was my first fic in the fandom, just wanted to do something quick and simple, hope you enjoyed! (⌒▽⌒)☆

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Memories of Us Chapter 11

AO3 link

Masterlist because I'm too lazy to link all 10 chapters

A/N: So this is a bit of a preface to this chapter mostly because I'm a little nervous to post this. This chapter will contain sex. This is the first time I have been confident enough to write smut lol oh yeah and there's other stuff too but the smut is the thing that took me a min. Basically, sorry if it sucks lol.

Thanks to @micropoe10 and @leomonae for the idea of it and some lore/ fact checking.

All inspired by the art of @cheesy-cryptid ❤️ thanks for letting me use the fan art as inspiration

Chapter 11. Gold and Rust.

Now that things had settled down, Octavia could finally try to tackle his Szarr painting mystery. She had stolen some time by herself in the painting archives to take a closer look at the collection.

It's dark and cold in the isolated storage room in the basement, the necessary environment to take care of a polyptych of 8 paintings depicting Cazador and 7 subjects. The grand artworks were meant to be hung in a giant pyramid formation that took up at least 8 feet by 10 feet. For now, they hang off the floating wall racks that keep them from being damaged.

Octavia flipped through the rack, slowly uncovering each subject, all of them were so similar in composition, with a few small differences separating them.

They were all connected by the red ribbons that flow from each of the 7 subjects. All gathering at the top connecting to Cazador. His body wrapped around with the blood red ribbons, as if he was pulling the strings on these unwilling puppets.

They all have their faces obscured by something either directly in front of their faces or by the shadows cast around them. She continues to flip through, one by one until she stops at one; and as she stares, she can't help but feel like this looks like Astarion but not exactly the same?

His right arm was raised slightly above his head, a red ribbon wrapped around his hand. He wore a crown on top of fluffy white curls, attached to it was a white veil, with blood on the edge of it. His face was so close to Astarion’s own, but the jaw and nose weren't right. The eyes on the other hand…

Through canvas and paint, it feels as if they’re burning a hole directly at her. The face looks melancholic yet hauntingly beautiful. Its canvas is damaged towards the center, where the rest of the face would be most visible. The cold feeling starts to creep up her spine, as if their sorrows are being released into her. She can see the pain in all their faces. The only one that appears clearly is the face of the man who did this to them.

How ironic that they have all been banished to the shadows yet again.

Octavia is so wrapped up in the mystery of it all. Why would someone go through the trouble of saving all these just to let them rot in the dark? She wants to finish solving this, but it seems like she’ll have to do more digging around in the book Astarion gave her. There was only so much time in the day…if only she could convince him to let her take the book home?

Octavia hears the archive door open and close, but no footsteps follow. She turns and calls out “Hello? Anyone there?” Silence. She calls out again "I'm almost done here.” No answer, just the eerie atmosphere calling back. She ignores the sensation and continues to examine the portraits. The feeling of being watched was already high, and this new factor being added certainly isn't helping. She tries to keep working but the heaviness in the air was becoming too much to bear.

For once, she listens to the little voice in her mind and turns to leave. As she passes an empty display case, she notices a shadow next to her, but the mirror only shows her.. She stares at her reflection, her heart pounding with fear. The cold chill from before settles in her stomach before dissipating.

“Octavia? What are you doing down here?” From the dimly lit corridor, Astarion appears as if out of thin air. Octavia turns away from the mirror with a surprised yelp, and shakes her head. “Why am I not surprised it's you? Somehow you always sneak up on me. Didn't you hear me call out earlier? Gods, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” She exhales shakily, her heart still beating wildly in her chest.

“You didn't answer me, dear…why are you down here? There's nothing here but pictures and clothing of people who I would assume are better off dead? You don't want to waste your day down here in the dungeons do you?” Astarion finished with a smirk, his hand reaching out and caressing her cheek.

“On second thought….I do have you here all to myself..” he trails off suggestively, one arm wrapping around her waist. Octavia felt the heat quickly rise to her cheeks “You're the worst. First you scare the shit out of me, and then you get all flirty. It's like you're trying to get any type of reaction out of me…anyway I was working, you know because we're at work? ” she gently releases his arm from her waist, holding his hand instead. “Besides, it's not like we don't constantly run into each other, rather convenient, don't you think?”

Octavia can't help but be amused at the look on Astarion’s face. He has almost the same look he had when he'd been caught sneaking into Octavia’s garden. She smiles and drops his hand. “How about I let you come find me again? Since you're awfully good at that.”

Octavia walks over to the door leading out to the staircase up to the main office floors. She turns back to Astarion with a coquettish grin, and leaves.

Suddenly he's alone. Astarion wanders into the room that Octavia was just in. He sees the red tattered logbook on the table in the center, along with the paintings hanging on the wall. As he stares at them he remembers when they came into his possession. The memory floods back into his mind, he smiles and closes his eyes letting the feeling overtake him.

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After feeding on Tav’s blood, Astarion convinces her to come back into Cazador’s manor to pilfer through it before anyone could find the most valuable things. Perhaps a bit of vandalism if the mood struck.They were hand in hand as they walked through the abandoned hallways.

As they pass a long stretch of rooms, Astarion begins to recognize where they are. “Darling, would you like to help me in a little bit of debauchery?” He looks down at Tav through his dark gray lashes, holding her hand up to his and gives it a kiss. She flashes him a knowing grin, but plays up her response. “Oh my love, whatever could you be playing at?”

“Hmm…nothing special…just a little dream of mine..” Astarion’s devilish smile turns into a lustful gaze that burns through Tav. Her cheeks suddenly felt hot as did the rest of her body. “Well then,” the lovestruck smile she wore fading to a playful smirk, “lead the way, my Star.”

Astarion takes her hand and winds down a hallway, then another door, and two more turns, finally they reach a giant ornate gold colored door. He turns to Tav, pressing his back against the door.

“The only time I ever laid eyes on this damn entranceway, was when we were luring innocent fools to what was behind it. Each time felt like another stake being driven into me, taken out only to be replaced by the rats he fed us.”

He frowns and holds Tav’s hand, “I'm so sorry for how I've been acting lately. This whole thing..” he waves his hand, motioning around them. “ It's just a lot to process. I think I owe you an explanation..it's just that…” he trails off, and is brought back when Tav kisses the top of his hand. “Star, you don't owe anyone anything, especially not me. You don't have to tell me anything if you aren't ready yet.” She smiled and rubs his cheek with her thumb, “I love you.”

Astarion smiles knowing that he can't give her everything she wants. He ignores the things he wants to say, he can't let her know how scared he is to lose her some day. He swallows his words instead and leads her into Cazador’s bedroom.

“Come with me, my moonflower, indulge my depraved-” as Astarion opens the door, his face falls as he's greeted by a gigantic pyramid formation of 8 paintings. “Wow…what the fuck?”, Tav breathes out.

Astarion immediately frowns, he huffs angrily “Are you fucking-” he walks over to the wall “I remember this whole day! Cazador made us sit for these stupid portraits for days, not feeding us. We had to keep the same poses for hours at a time..and of course he hired amateurs. That doesn't even look like me.”

Tav wanted to tell him that it actually did look a lot like him, but she didn't want to upset him. As she looked at the paintings she was noticing the details more.

Cazador was on the top of course, with Violet, Dalyria, and Astarion underneath him. Astarion figures since they not only were the first Cazador turned but some of the most useful, so he has to humiliate them by showing them by ranking it seems. The top three in a way.

Following underneath that were Petras, Yousen, Leon and Aurelia. The most worthless ones, in his bastard master’s eyes. Not that Astarion didn't exactly disagree, in particular about Petras, the stupid asshole was always trying to compete with Astarion. He even wore some of Astarion’s old clothes on occasion.

Astarion felt the anger rise inside, he remembered sitting for these stupid portraits. The long hours spent stroking Cazador’s ego by indulging another one of his ostentatious ideas.

“The one thing that pisses me off the most is that he enchanted these to keep track of how many victims we brought. I don't know how to make it appear but I saw it once. When I brought one of the streetwalkers from the Lower City back, the second he was at her throat the frame started to glow and I saw a little tally mark show up. I was to afraid to say anything, but I never forgot.” Astarion was breathing heavily, his chest heaving angrily.

In his fury he runs up to the wall, practically climbing up it to rip down the framed painting of Cazador.

His hands tear at the canvas and wood. A torment of emotion flooding through him. “Astarion, wait!!” Tav runs towards him as he continues to tear through the fabric of the other paintings. She barely gets him to stop as he grabs the canvas depicting his own face.

Tav sprints towards Astarion, pulling him off the wall, he's breathing heavily and his eyes are fully glossed over. “Astarion! What's going on, love, what's wrong?” she touches his shoulder and he slowly comes back to her. In his frustration, she sees tears building up in his eyes. She pulls him into a hug and he starts softly crying, holding onto her tightly.

Tav looks around and sees Cazador’s bed, she pulls at Astarion, “Would you like to sit on the bed? I feel like it would be more comfortable than the floor?” He nods, as she helps him up, guiding him to the enormous bed.

They sit for a minute, Tav holding him close as he nuzzles into her chest. Neither one says anything. After a few moments Tav breaks the silence. “I'm sorry. You didn't deserve any of it. None of you did.” Astarion pulls away from her, he caresses her cheek and pulls her in for a kiss.

He starts slowly kissing down her chin, moving to her neck. As Tav lets her head fall back she taps on Astarion’s shoulder causing him to pull away. “We don't have to, Star…at least not here. I mean this is his bed…who knows what fucked up things happened…” she trails off and looks at Astarion.

He shakes his head and plants a kiss above the bite marks on her neck. “My love, I want this. I want to do this for myself. This is why I led you in here in the first place. My choice was taken away so many times before, and I want this with you.” Astarion speaks into her skin as he kisses along the faint wounds.

“Besides, you did say you were up for some debauchery…” he lets his fangs graze her skin, knowing the sound she would let fall out.

Tav breathes out a soft moan, Astarion can feel her pulse spiking under his lips, “Aah..are you sure?” she asks, her body already betraying her hesitation. Astarion trails his fingers up her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze when he reaches her hip. He hums into her neck, sucking at the flesh.

“Would you care to indulge me and make some new memories of this room?” Astarion pulls away guiding Tav to the middle of the bed, he lays her down and gently kisses her. He moves his body on top of hers, leaving a bit of space to move one of his hands down her chest leaving soft trails on the cotton tunic Tav wore.

She relaxes a bit as he raises one of her legs up over his thigh, angling her waist closer to his. Instinctively, he rolls his hips into hers, earning him another soft gasp from her mouth. Astarion’s hand on her leg moves down cupping the swell of her ass, giving it a squeeze.

Tav moans into their kiss and playfully nips at his bottom lip. Astarion pulls away and continues his kisses down to her neck again, his hand at her waist, pressing down into it as he rolls his hips deeper against her. “Oh fuck…yes..” she breathes out with a hiss, one of her hands wraps itself in his hair, tugging gently.

He moves his hands to the waistband of her trousers and starts unlacing them. Tav moves her hips up to help him remove them, as Astarion follows his slow kisses down her chest. Once her legs are free, he spreads them and settles in the space between. Astarion starts to slide his fingers under the tunic, lifting it up and over Tav’s arms.

She arches her back as his fingers ghost over her breasts, pinching one of her nipples, then sucking it in his mouth. Tav bucks her hips into him, making him groan against her. “Hmmm it's not fair I'm practically naked and you're still fully clothed..i think you may have me at a disadvantage, my darling.” she giggles playfully as he keeps kissing down her chest onto her stomach.

Astarion looks up at her, not breaking contact with her skin. He smiles and starts to undo the lacing of his own pants. “Fuuuuck…you have to stop teasing me like this..” Tav keens under his touch, tugging at his hair. Astarion chuckles under his breath, amused at the sudden loss of hesitation from her. “Impatient now, aren't you?” he straightens up and begins to take his shirt off.

He slowly starts dragging the fabric over his stomach and his chest. Tav’s eyes are following along with his hands, languorously teasing her knowing how much she loves this. “Do you want to touch me, darling? I am still trapped in these clothes, and I think I may need some help.” Astarion pouts dramatically with a feigned innocence.

Tav props herself up on her elbows and smirks “Oh no..you look like you're having some problems with that, Astarion. I can't just leave you like that. It’d be quite rude of me not to assist you, when you're always so eager to help me..” She bites her bottom lip, as she slips her hands under the hem of his shirt and starts to slide it up.

Astarion’s muscles tense under the heat of her fingers. Her already warm hands feel like little bursts of fire on his icy skin. The way her nails scrape against him feel like pin pricks stabbing into his heart, impaling him with her love. He bends slightly to help her get the first garment off, Tav places it to her side. Thankfully, the bed is big enough for everything to land within arms reach.

He places his body on top of hers again. One of his hands is at the top of her head with his elbow resting on the bed, while the other makes soft circles down Tav’s stomach trailing down.Tav’s hands quickly go to Astarion’s waistline and tugs at his pants clumsily. She was incredibly turned on at this rate and has to get some relief before her mind lost all sense of control.

Tav pulls the fabric off, looking down at him bared in front of her. He was already so beautiful, but even more so after he had gotten fed and aroused. His skin would turn a pink hue and his cheeks would be flushed even brighter against the contrast of his pale skin.

As he kicked off his pants, Tav reaches down and lightly strokes him, she can feel his cock getting even harder with her touch. Astarion groans and bucks his hips into her hand, he hears an amused hum from Tav, “Oh you like that? Making me react to your filthy hands? Because two can play this game, sweet girl.”

Astarion reaches down in between their bodies, pressing his sharp nails on her body. Leaving faint red lines on Tav’s tanned skin. He makes his way to her already soaked cunt, she gasps and trembles as he runs two fingers up and down her slit. “That's it my love, tell me what you want.”

Tav groans a bit, squeezing her hand around Astarion. While his fingers find their way to her clit, circling it with a feather light touch. Tav melts under his touch, her mind races and she finds it hard to speak. “I want you. All I want is you, Astarion.”

He slides a finger inside her, she inhales and lets it out with a long exhale. She strokes him a couple of times before letting go and wrapping one of her legs around his waist. Tav grinds her hips into his hand, Astarion slips his hand out of her, pulling her into his hips and grinding harder into her. The slickness that came from her folds coating him, causing him to slip his cock inside easily.

Tav gasps loudly, both her legs wrap around his waist, as he thrusts deep into her. She keeps the pace with her hips snapping up to meet his. They both become lost in each other, one in bliss and the other rewriting the past. Astarion continues his speed, he can feel her tighten around him, her walls pulling him in, needy and hungry for him. “Star…I- oh gods you feel so good.”

“Come for me, gorgeous. Lose yourself with me” Astarion grips her hips tighter as he thrusts faster, holding her tilted slightly to meet him. Tav is barely holding on after all the teasing he did beforehand, she won't lost much longer if he keeps it up. She feels his fangs pierce her shoulder, his lips sucking deep as her blood flows into his mouth.

Immediately her body releases the tension he built up as she comes around him. Tav's blood is so delicious during the height of her orgasm. The most luxurious ambrosia he had ever tasted. Soon after, he releases her shoulder and licks up the trail of blood that comes out of his bite. He fucks into her a few more times when he feels his own peak. His hips spasm as he comes inside her, slumping over her as he catches himself.

Tav pulls him close, kissing him deeply. Her arms wrap around him, caressing the scars on his back. Usually he wouldn't let her touch them, but she was so gentle with him this time. They laid in the massive bed, in each other's arms for a while. Soon enough, Tav can hear Astarion quietly snoring. When he wakes up, Tav is dressed, and the paintings are gone.

He sits up and watches as she grabs her brown leather flap top bag and walks up to him. “I found this log book, I figured it would be important.” Tav hands him a thick book bound in red leather. “We can go through it later. Oh, and I saved the paintings. I rolled them up and put them in the bag. Figured we could burn them later.” she smiles and sits next to him.

“You should probably get dressed. It's almost dawn and I don't want Gale getting mad at me for being late for breakfast again. You know him with his talk of the flavors being best at serving time.” Tav kisses his cheek. The warmth of her lips lingers on his icy skin.

Astarion meant to burn it that night at camp, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to throw it into the fire. His skin felt unusually cold, even for a vampire. The book felt heavy in his hands, the urge to peel himself out of the skin that held it planted him into the ground where he stood. The little air he had was being ripped from his lungs, and his vision began to fade.

He remembers Tav holding his hands as they trembled, gripping the diary. Her soft touch brings him back to the warmth of the camp. They never had to say anything, but somehow she knew when he needed her the most.

Astarion opens his eyes, the empty room feels so much bigger than it usually does. He picks up the tattered book and walks towards the door of the storage room. He turns back and looks at the portrait of himself that's still at the front of the rack.

It's a good thing you saved it, my love.

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As she walks down the hallway, Octavia thinks back on the last few weeks. She was in a completely new world with Astarion. The thought of being with anyone was always far in the back of her mind. While in school, she was consistently studying, never fully enjoying being in college like everyone else. She wasn't the type to stay up late, go to parties, too ingrained in her goals to be bothered.

In this case however, the daydreams of Astarion were fastly infiltrating her mind. He was so mysterious, arrogant, snarky, pretty much all the things she hated about all the other men in her orbit, but the confidence and affection underneath soothed over any reservations she may have had.

It was risky for them to get found out of course, but Astarion was still nothing short of a hopeless romantic. He would pop up behind her and slip her little love notes. Other times he would corner her in a dark spot away from public eyes and would give her a quick kiss on her wrist, or her hand, maybe her cheeks, but always starting with her lips.

Astarion's stolen glances were the worst in Octavia’s opinion. It seemed like he loved making her blush with those burning orange red eyes glaring at her from under those round dark lenses. Sometimes he would pull them down and shoot her a flirty wink. Her cheeks would flush immediately and she'd break her gaze, throwing her head down while hiding the smile that formed.

She could feel his laugh, knowing it's won the battle this round. The way his lips turned up and how it reverberated in her mind. Somehow in the solitude of the musem, they would find each other. They would sit in silence, periodically looking up catching the other staring and grinning. It was usually Astarion staring like a lovestruck fool at Octavia.

This time, her forgetting the logbook he entrusted her with was a perfect excuse for him to seek her out. Astarion finds her in the middle of a row of bookshelves in the reference library. She's looking down at one of the many books found within the endless rows.

He can't stop staring at her lips most of all. He loved kissing her, even as quick and discreet as they were, the way her pulse flutters each time brings a feeling of newfound renewal to him. He still can't place the familiarity of it, but for now it's an unspoken question that he isn't in a hurry to bring up.

"You're staring again. Someone might think you like me." Octavia spoke softly, not looking up or wanting to disrupt the peace of the room. She continues to flip through the book, gaze down, laughing quietly.

Astarion lets the dumb grin grow on his face, her sarcasm not lost on him. "Darling, they would be terribly correct." He walks over to her, watching as she rifles through the book’s pages. He reaches inside his leather book bag and hands her the delicate text. “I believe you left this in the painting archives. Figured you could use it to further your work?”

Octavia gasps excitedly “Oh thank you! I was wondering where I had left it! I've been so scatterbrained lately, I would forget my hand if it wasn't attached to my body” she giggles nervously and takes the book in her hands.

“Of course, dear. I'm glad I could help you with returning the very important book I trusted you to take care of.” Astarion teases. “Well then, if you need any help figuring anything out with that little book..Just say the word.”

This is her chance, if she was going to try to get him to let her take that book home, she has to ask now. Octavia looks back up at him, "Actually, I had a little request?” she began, slightly more nervous than earlier.

"Anything, my dear. What is it?" He holds her hand, rubbing the top of her palm with his thumb. Octavia's breath hitches slightly, a faint blush forming across her cheeks and nose. She really loved his touch.

She clears her throat, "I know you told Gale that he couldn't take the book home because of how delicate it is." The hand in his feels sweaty, her nerves winning out a bit.

She steels herself and comes out with it, "So do you think if I ask you to maybe come to my flat, and you happen to bring it, and maybe you forget it there, and I don't bring it back for a little so I can take some time with it at my place so I can avoid doing overnights here again…do you think that could be a possibility?" She rambles breathless until she finishes, face fully reddened by her requests.

Astarion laughs, he lifts her hand up to his lips and kisses the top of it. "Sweetness, if you want late night visits, you just need to ask." Octavia huffs, covering her face with the book in her other hand. She peeks out from behind it and smiles. "Stop, I'm being serious. I don't want you getting upset because I slept here for two weeks again. Besides, we can have some proper alone time. I could make you dinner?" She watches as Astarion's lips smile silently.

She pulls her hand off her face and takes his other hand. "I guess you can call it our first date?" She asks hopeful, their eyes meet and he pulls her in for a kiss. Astation lets go of her hand and places it on her cheek, rubbing his thumb on it.

As they pull away, he kisses the tip of her nose, making her laugh softly. "I'd love to come by your place, if I can take that as an open invitation?" Octavia nods. "Tomorrow night? I mean if it's not too soon?"

Astarion chuckles, her eagerness not lost on him. "No, not too soon. I can't wait." They kiss again, the electricity of their anticipation in the air.

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milkywaydrabbles · 8 months

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He who was found in chains, set free. | III.

Cross posted on AO3, here!

Sunlight shone through the window, rousing you from slumber. It was morning already, huh . That was the best you’ve rested in, well, you couldn’t remember. You don’t remember waking up once after speaking to the angel. Perhaps he casted a spell on you so as to not wake until dawn. No, that’d be silly use of his talents. You weren’t sure what to do next. Slowly you rose from the bed, and decided to trek through the large castle. You were sure he’d be asleep, knowing at the very least his vampiric senses wouldn’t let him in the sunlight (well...) and tried to make it back to the study. You wish you had looked up when following him. But now that you were alone, and very much lost , you took the time to look at your surroundings.

Beautiful, large portraits of different faces hung around the walls. A man with dark, long hair. Pale, and dark, stoic eyes. Must be Dracula... you thought to yourself. You wondered why the blonde had kept them up. Eyes continued to wander, seeing more portraits of either Dracula or people that looked very similar to him. Family, maybe. Odd thinking of vampires with families . And then you saw one of the most ethereal woman you’d ever laid eyes on. Soft, blonde hair, with fair skin and gorgeous eyes. If you thought about it long enough, you’d realize that she very much resembled the vampire that took you in.

But you didn’t think much of it.

You pressed on, forgetting your initial quest of finding the study and instead started taking in the artwork on the walls, wandering aimlessly throughout the halls. Although the castle was a mere shadow of its past grandeur, it was still as remarkable as ever. For you, anything bigger than a barn was remarkable. But this? This was a work of art on its own.

Eventually, by mere miracle , you found yourself in front of a library. You don’t believe it to be the study from last night, but it was a room filled to the brim with books nonetheless. A small smile graced your lips, and you started shuffling towards the shelves. Endless books on different topics--medicine, herbs, history, the human body-- everything . You weren’t sure where to start. This was the first time you’d even seen a book since you taught yourself to read and write when that man fell asleep drunk each night. It was miraculous that he never found your journal and book clearly meant for children. He never really looked hard though, too busy wanting other things from you. You scowled.

Pushing the awful thoughts as far back as you could, you moved further into the library. The shelves were taller than you, so you had to crane your neck to see what else lay on the shelves. You felt a light within you spark. You’d never felt so...grateful, to be alive. To be given the opportunity to even look at these books. Tears filled your waterline, and you blinked them away as best you could, some falling still.

A book piqued your interest, it looked like it was about magic. I can learn magic! A small laugh escaped you, more breath than real laughter. You pushed up, reached as high as you could, grabbing the massive book from its place and sat right there on the ground. This level of reading was much higher than you were used to, so it would take time, but you would try anyways. You flipped the first page, a bit overwhelmed already with how much was on the page but you didn’t care. You finally had knowledge about yourself at your fingertips.

Alucard searched almost frantically trying to find you. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted you, he knew he should have kept you on a chain within the room so you couldn’t escape. And now you were somewhere in this damned castle, probably plotting his demise. You could sense your lies in his bones now, how could I have been so blind! You were faking not knowing about magic. You were going to betray him just as the twins did, you were going to try to kill him, you were--

You were in the library . He heard a small chuckle, so soft that if it weren’t for his Dhampir senses it would have skirted on by in the wind. He made his way to the door as quickly as he could and flung the door open with such aggression it made you drop the book from your hands. Eyes wild and filled with rage, Alucard stormed over and grabbed your arm, uncaring that it was wounded and that you yelled, and hoisted you up. “ What are you doing here? ” He spat.

All panic came tumbling back, all the fear that you rightfully had prior, eyes widening at his actions. You couldn’t breathe, trying to inhale anything into your lungs that felt like they were filled with stone.

“I just--I wanted to--I--”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

Tears flowed freely now, you looked like a deer caught within the jaws of a predator.

“I just wanted to read.”

It escaped you like a sob.

He let go of you, and took a step back.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to read, honest!”

He looked down at the book you had chosen, lying face down now.

It was a beginner book for magic.

Alucard sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. God , he felt embarrassed now for his outlash.

“I’m...” He groaned. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” you wept, and continued. “No, I won’t do it again, I won’t do it anymore, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Hands gripped onto the length of your skirt for dear life, trembling like a leaf. Your continued ramblings of I’m sorry, please don’t beat me, I won’t do it again, I promise broke Alucard bit by bit the more he looked at you.

You were harmless .

“Hey, listen, you didn’t do anything-” he reached out to try and console you, and the moment his hand reached your shoulder a thick sob bubbled out of your chest and you flinched away, protecting yourself with your hands.

Shit .

Alucard retracted his hand, and slowly moved them up in a defenseless position. Slowly he crouched, and picked up the book you started reading, closing it up and placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Please, please calm down. I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to accuse you.” He talked as loud as he could over your sobs without yelling in fear of scaring you again. He just wanted you to listen . It took some coaxing, and after a bit more quiet sobs you had calmed down just enough to look at him with bleary eyes. Red, puffy, and burning. Your hands slowly went down to your chest, grasping at each other. He needed to be careful approaching you.

“My name is Alucard.” he offered.

You gasped.

“The Alucard? The one who defeated Dracula ?” It was the most emotion outside of fear he had heard from you yet. Filled with curiosity and wonder.

“Just...Alucard. Please.”

You retracted a bit, bowing your head. “Yes, I’m sorry Alucard, forgive me.”

He shook his head. “There’s no need for the formalities, really. It’s okay.”

After quite some time, the two of you headed down to the kitchen. It was the original reason he went to go find you. Give you some breakfast. Before he completely embarrassed himself.

“Eat, I’m sure you haven’t had a proper meal in quite some time.” God, he had no idea.

You wanted to eat everything in sight. It might have been a bit cold now since it took some time to get you down here, but you would never complain. Not with the feast in front of you. Just for breakfast! You couldn’t believe it!

And then you remembered any time you wanted to eat freely back at Gresit.

I eat first, and then you eat my scraps you ungrateful bitch. Never forget who the master of this house is.

The smile was immediately wiped from your face, and you retracted a hand that was reaching for some bread. Hands tucked neatly on your lap, you bit your lip and looked down. Alucard rose a brow.

“Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, “You eat first. You’re the master of this house.” Robotic tone like an automatic response.

This is going to take some time, Alucard grimaced inwardly.

“We eat together. I am the master of this house,” you flinched, “and as such, I want you to eat with me. Understood?” He didn’t like using the very clear trauma against you, but he needed to at least get you to ingest something. Whatever you could handle. You stayed still for a moment, and went back to reach for the piece of bread from before. Slowly, you took a bite and you could have cried all over again from how wonderful it felt to finally eat something not gutted from a mangled up animal which was clearly leftovers from a night creature eating.

“It’s good.” Lips curled up, if only a little, in joy.

“Good, I’m glad.” He nodded, and went about eating his own fill, glancing over to you every now and then to make sure you were eating.

You were slow, taking your time, tasting things little by little seeing how your stomach would react. Eating was hard for someone who hadn’t eaten nutritious meals in years. You felt gluttonous, eating until you were full. You ate slowly, hoping you would be full quicker. You didn’t want to eat all of Alucard’s food, it was rude of you.

“You can eat more, you know. I made this for you.”

Your eyes shot up at him, glassy, threatening to cry.

“ Really? ” Your voice is small, but grateful. He nodded. You said nothing back, but smiled the closest thing to a real smile he’s seen. From there, you ate graciously, still taking your time and making sure your stomach didn’t hurt, but ate until you were full. Different meats, and cheeses, things you’ve never had before. It filled your heart as much as your stomach.

The rest of the morning passed in silence, you returning to the library (he mostly guided you, so as to not get lost again), and pressed on with reading. This time on a chair. Alucard stayed with you, studying on his own. Your brow furrowed, mouthing out words and mumbling under your breath.

“Do you...need help?”

You glanced up, embarrassment filling you. A pink warmth dusted over your cheeks, and your eyes looked anywhere else other than his face. “I uhm...I can’t seem to get this word.” You admitted.

Alucard went over to you and read over your shoulder.

“ An herbology is practical, magic depending on geographical locale. The incantations as depicted in this book will require certain plants, however once mastered can be replaced with surrounding vegetation that grows within your region.”

Ah, that made more sense now.

You repeated some words to yourself, tracing over the letters on the page. Geographical, incantations, vegetation . Those are words you understand, and can now read .

“I’m surprised you know how to read, given your...circumstances.”

You continued thumbing the words, “I taught myself. As best as I could. Some words are...difficult.”

Alucard hummed, and went back to his corner of the room, eyes unable to process the words on the pages anymore.

“Would you like to study more?” You perked up.

“Would you...would you help me?” you sounded hopeful. He nodded. You grinned.

“I would like that very much, Alucard.”

“You know, you never gave me your name.” He was teasing you, smirk curling his lips. Now you felt terribly embarrassed. You bowed your head again, “I’m so sorry.” And then you gave him your name.

He hummed again, repeating it back at you. You felt your heart in your throat. It was the first time someone had said your name without disgust.

“Very well, I have time today. Why don’t we start our studying now, hm?”

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thewritetofreespeech · 8 months

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May I request Rei Suwa with a sweet artist s/o?

He came home late from the mission alone. Kazuki had gone to Kyutaro’s to pick up their fee, as Miri was going to need new clothes for school this week.

“Oh, you’re back.” [Y/N] greeted as they looked up from their notepad when Rei came in. “How did it go?”

“Fine.” He told them. “Where’s Miri?”

“She went to sleep hours ago.” Rei huffed. That was disappointing. “She wanted to stay up, but she was pretty worn out from the park today since it was so hot.”

“It’s fine.” He told them. Taking his hair down. “She needs her rest.”

Rei walked past the kitchen counter they were sitting at to grab a beer, and noticed their pad sitting there. “What’s that?”

“Oh! They’re nothing!” The reached out to try and grab the pad before Rei could get it, but unsurprisingly he was faster.

“These are from today?” They nodded. Although they didn’t need to as pictures of trees and swings littered the page. “They’re good.”

“Really?”

“Why are you surprised?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I just never thought you were really an ‘art’ person.”

“I’m not.” No point in hiding it. Any art around the apartment was Kazuki’s doing, and the closet he had ever gotten to drawing was cartography maps for a mission. “It seems really pointless to me. Paying a bunch of money for something to stick on a wall. Or stare at a picture of a tree when you can just go look at one.”

“Gee. Flatterer.”

“But I like this.”

[Y/N] blushed and scuffed their foot a little bit. “Thanks.”

Rei nodded, then continued to flip through the notebook. Coming to a certain picture, he looked at it for a long while than the others, then ripped it out of the pad. “What are you doing?!”

“I wanna keep this one.” He told them.

It was an older picture near the front of the book of him, Kazuki, and Miri. All random sketches. Some finished. Some not. More of a draft piece than anything. “You want to keep that one?”

“I just like it.” Something about it just seemed….right to him.

[Y/N] smiled softly and took their pad back. “You could have just asked.”

“You might have said no.”

“I would never say no to you Rei.” On some level, he knew that.

The assassin opened his beer and took a sip. Staring at the picture further as the alcohol washed down his throat. “Could you do another one for me?” [Y/N] looked up from putting their things away. “Can you do one of you?”

“A self-portrait?” They asked. Surprised by the request. “I don’t know. I’ve never done one before. They’re kind of hard.”

“I’ll pay you.”

[Y/N] scoffed. “It’s not about the money. It’s just that it’s hard to capture yourself in a drawing.”

“Could you try?”

[Y/N] arched a brow as they pulled their bag higher up on their shoulder. “Why do you want it?”

“So I can see you every day. Even if you’re not here.”

By their expression, they clearly weren’t expecting that as an answer and blushed again. “I’ll…I’ll see what I can do.”

Rei just nodded and watched them leave. Once they were gone, he stared at the picture some more. He’d have to get a frame or something. Maybe two for when he got his other picture.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#rei suwa #rei suwa x reader #buddy daddies scenarios #buddy daddies #buddy daddies imagine #rei x reader #rei suwa scenarios #rei suwa imagine

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fowlfics · 10 days

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other than my Crocodad DofuWani bullshit (which is now at 22k and yes this is the first im mentioning it here whoops its still only half done. send help) my other brainrot which i have been thinking about today is AceLaw.

More specifically, an AceLaw where they met shortly after Ace entered the Grand Line, started dating, Marineford happened as normal... And then the plot starts. With Luffy and Law and the insurmountable mountain of grief they're both shouldering.

I have something relatively short (2k) to post about it soon, courtesy of exploring exactly how many characters will discord let me cram into a single message (got to -8808 lol) over in MDL

Here's an excerpt bc i ought to make some use of this blog:

Pulling out the leather-bound journal, he set it carefully on Luffy's lap.

"Please don't destroy it. There's only this one copy."

Luffy glanced up at him, baffled. It was better than anger or sadness, at least.

Law motioned towards the book wordlessly and leaned against the desk; No description he could give for the book would be better than Luffy just taking a look himself.

He pulled the cover open gingerly, recoiling slightly at the sight of the first page. It was inked almost fully black, with only three coloured letters right in the middle of it: red A, blue S and yellow L.

Their first Jolly Roger, Ace had told him. The one they flew over the treehouse right up until they abandoned it after their brother's death.

Law supposed it might still hang there, if no one had bothered to take it down.

Luffy whipped his head up, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Keep going," Law encouraged. "He wanted you to see it, eventually."

Looking back down, Luffy turned the page. And then again, and again, and again, moving through the pages fast enough to make it clear he wasn't actually reading any of the words, barely looking at the pictures.

If he was anything like Ace, he likely couldn't read all that well, not even the carefully calligraphed words Ace had bribed Law into writing for him.

That was fine, though. There would be time for reading, later. Luffy already knew most of those stories, anyway. He had been there for them.

The only novelty would be getting to learn Ace's perspective on them; Something that, judging by his words, Luffy could clearly use.

It didn't take him long to reach the end, flipping the pages faster and faster until he reached the end of the filled portion. The few dozen empty pages fell towards the rest easily, opening the journal on the last page, the one Ace had most often returned to.

Luffy's hand carefully traced the edges of the portrait carefully inserted into the back cover.

"This..." he trailed off.

Law gave him a moment. When it became clear he wasn't going to continue, he filled in himself.

"Is Sabo, yes."

Luffy looked up at him again. There was old pain filling them, old tears.

"Ace had been working on it for a long time," Law elaborated. "I have a whole binder of his previous attempts, too. He wasn't happy with how this one turned out, either, but he said it was the closest he could get." And then, because he had been curious for the longest time- "Did he get it right?"

Luffy hunched his shoulder. "...I don't know," he said. "I don't- I didn't remember what Sabo looked like, anymore."

It's been ten years, to be fair. If someone had asked Law to describe Cora-san, he would have had troubles, too. Feathery coat, heart-dingled hat, wide lipstick smile, spikes under his eye, that much he remembered.

But how many spikes? Under which eye? What colour were the eyes themselves?

Time had an unfortunate habit of sanding away the details, taking the sharp edges of memories and tumbling them into blunt, opaque things, like sea glass.

It did the same to grief; That was the price you paid for healing.

#fowlficsbits #one piece #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #portgas d ace #SFOI #< the crocodad dofuwani bullshit tag #MHMBAB #< this AceLaw AU #bc i have terminal brainrot and I might talk more about it

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ellabellabugz · 1 year

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Danny couldn’t help but hold back a cackle.

Tucker had insisted he come into this random manor and place a whole bunch of pranks on the rich man who lived there. It wasn’t even Vlad. Apparently, his entire group now had a thing against billionaires. That was okay tho.

Billionaires sucked anyway.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the giant portrait of the man, with black hair, and blue eyes. And a freshly drawn mustache as well as an eyeglass. Gotta make the rich dude look more prim and proper.

Grinning as he floated back, taking in a better view of his masterpiece. Danny did wish he brought some other colors, but hey he only had the sharpie on him.

Time to share his masterpiece. He smirked as he pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of it and sending it to the group text.

Themasterpiece: UndeadKing

Nothing like making a rich man look the part: UndeadKing

GothGirl101: … Danny.

GothGirl101: You do know who that is right?

Uhh. Some rich dude:UndeadKing

TechGenuis: Not justany rich dude!

GothGirl101: That’s Bruce Wayne

TechyGenuis: HA It is! Oh man, he’s gonna flip when he sees it.

You mean if he sees it, Bruce Wayne is kind of ditzy. : UndeadKing

I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even notice: UndeadKing

GothGirl101: And if he does?

TechyGenuis: Don’t worry about it Danny will be out there before he even gets home.

TechyGenuis: What’s next on the prank list

Rearranging the fruinitreu ever so slightly: UndeadKing

That way they’ll keep on running into the corners: UndeadKing

Mwhahahaah: UndeadKing

Gotta be somewhere well used: UndeadKing

GothGirl101: Like the living room?

Danny couldn’t help but smirk as he slipped his phone back into his pocket along with the marker. It shouldn’t be that hard to find the living room. Or the kitchen. A living room would be the better option.

Danny moved down the hallways, smirking as he saw the round decorative table in the middle of the wall. Easily sliding it over an inch from the normal place. A wicked grin appeared on his face.

He continued downwards, phasing through a wall. His grin grew.

Change of plans: UndeadKing

I found the kitchen: UndeadKing

TechyGenuis: OhthisisognnabesoooGOOD!

GothGirl101: Spaces exist for a reason Tucker.

TechyGenuis: Yeah to beignored

Danny shook his head setting down his phone as pulled out his screwdriver.

He would have to stick around to watch the chaos unfold. How can he turn down an opportunity to watch this?! Oh, he had so many plans. Time to mess with the bathrooms.

Tim slipped past Alfred heading towards the cupboards. “I’m sorry, but I really need some coffee right now. The cases are starting to stack up-”

His words cut off as the cupboard dropped out from under his hand, eyes wide as he looked around the kitchen watching as a chain reaction started. Cupboards fell from the wall and crashed to the floor.

“What the-”

“Tim, what the hell did you do?” Tim glanced upwards, eyes widened as an angry Jason came storming in. His face was stained blue. “What happened in here?”

“I didn’t do anything. Somebody rigged the cupboards to stop me from getting coffee.”

“Not everything is about you Tim.” Jason growled taking a step forward.

“Yeah but apparently if something bad happens it’s my fault.”

“You rigged the bathroom door to explode blue on the person who opens it!”

“I did not! We aren’t currently doing a pranking way. I had no reason to prank the bathroom!”

“Someone did! The bathroom is sacred, a prank-free area.”

They both went silent.

“Dick.”

“He shoots! He scores! And the crowd goes wild!” Dick cheered as his ball landed in the hoop. “Woo!”

A creak pulled him out of his celebration as he turned back around, watching as the basketball hoop seemed to fall apart before his eyes. “What?!

“Dickkkkk” He turned to stare as two of his brothers came marching towards him, anger evident on their faces.

“It was like this when I found it!” Dick quickly declared, before squinting at Jason. “What happened to your face.”

“You did!”

“I didn’t do anything to make it blue, maybe some pointers about better care, but never blue.”

“Then who did?!”

A small explosion sounded within the house and the three brothers went running, following the sound they reached the stairs, eyes widening at the elephant toothpaste rolling down the stairs, as Damian stood on top of a desk cursing. The foam-like liquid covered the kid as he glared down at them.

“Drake!” The murder was evident in his voice.

“Damian?” They all glanced up, staring as Bruce raced into the room slipping on the toothpaste and skidding across the floor. He looked up at the boys, disappointment across his face. “What did you do?”

Bruce sighed as he sat down, his seat creaking and breaking under the weight. He stood up before he would tumble to the ground. “So you expect me to believe, none of you guys did this?” He asked going to move around his desk, only to hit his side on the corner.

“We didn’t it!” Everyone besides Jason

“I didn’t but I wouldn’t put it past them” Jason spoke, earning an elbow to the gut from Dick. He wheezed, coughing slightly as he tried to find his breath. “But I wouldn’t put it past them” He coughed watching as Bruce sighed

“If you didn’t do it, then who did?”

“I did.” The voice was echoing and eerie followed by a laugh as the shadows contorted within a corner. Slowly revealing a

A child.

With snow-white hair and glowing green eyes, floating in the corner.

He laughed. “And you should have seen your faces!”

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#dp/dc week 2022 #dp/dc #batpham #fanfic #a03 fic #prankattack #ghostdoespranks

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professionallydeadinside · 10 months

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Quick little Tangybug thing! Sorry if it’s kinda messy I’m suffering the horrors (bad headache to the point looking at a screen kills me but an unwillingness to wait on posting this wakksksks)

As Tangerine woke up he came to realize two unfortunate things: 1. That morning was unbearably cold and 2. His personal heater- uh, boyfriend, was nowhere to be seen.

God, he hated the cold.

Grumbling, he wrapped the comforter around his shoulders and suffered through the ordeal of getting out of bed, wincing as his foot touched the cold floor. Their heater had broken after Ladybug seemingly touched it once and left the pair suffering through an awful winter.

On the bedside table a small note was folded, sealed with a ladybug sticker. Tangerine opened it and was immediately greeted with Ladybug’s messy handwriting.

‘Hey Honeybee! I went out for groceries and I promise I’ll be right back! Keep the bed warm for me. -Bug.”

Next to his signature were a few quickly scribbled hearts as well as a self portrait giving a thumbs up. Tangerine rolled his eyes and tossed the note into the drawer of the table, where it joined all the other little notes Ladybug left that Tangerine didn’t care to throw away.

“He’s got a lot of goddamn audacity to leave me alone.” He sniffed, talking to no one in particular. “Gonna be a fucking popsicle by the time he gets back.”

He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he didn’t know when Ladybug left the note and thus could be coming home fairly soon, but a shiver rolling up his spine brought back his pissy attitude.

A low crunch of a car rolling into their little driveway caught Tangerine’s attention. He peeked out the window through the curtains to see Ladybug getting out of his car, carrying with him a couple of bags. Creeping as sneakily as he could with the comforter dragging behind him, Tangerine made his way to the door to greet him.

“I’m home, Lover!-“ Ladybug was promptly slammed into the wall before he could finish his sentence. He threw his arms up defensively before recognizing his attacker.

“Hi baby.” Ladybug smiled.

“I should kill you for leaving my ass alone in bed.” Even though Tangerine was putting a considerable amount of pressure pushing the blade into his partner’s throat, Ladybug did nothing but give a small pout.

“I left a note. And I was only gone for ten minutes.”

“Felt like forever.” Tangerine flipped the knife closed and set it on the counter. Ladybug attempted to put away some of the groceries he had gotten but only succeeded in setting one bag down onto the counter before Tangerine began yanking him back towards their bedroom.

“Tang? I have produce I need to put in the fridge.”

Snatching the bags, Tangerine tossed the rest of them on the counter and continued his mission of pulling Ladybug back to bed before the cold overtook the warmth trapped in the other blankets. Ladybug laughed and relented to the fact he’d just put them away later, walking towards the back of their apartment to their bedroom. Tangerine stayed clinging onto Ladybug’s arm even as Ladybug struggled to take his socks off, attempting to siphon the warmth straight from his skin.

As Ladybug readjusted, a sound like wax paper crinkled from somewhere on his person. Tangerine couldn’t help the look of sheef confusion that passed his face.

“Another fucking bag?” Tangerine grumbled. He went to grab it but was stopped as Ladybug pulled it out the waistband of his pants and held it out of his reach.

“Don’t toss it! It’s for you.” Ladybug opened up the paper bag and revealed a ham and cheese breakfast pastry. Tangerine vaguely remembered telling Ladybug they were his favorite. His face turned red at how good his boyfriend’s memory seemed to be for him.

“Why the hell was that under your shirt?”

“I wanted it to stay warm!”

Unwilling to show that he found the act utterly endearing, Tangerine silently took the bag and shuffled under his comforter, piling it on his side of the bed. Ladybug had the uncanny ability to be absolutely unaffected by the cold and didn’t care whether or not Tangerine hoarded the blankets.

“Am I forgiven for leaving?” Ladybug plopped himself next to Tangerine, worming his way under the covers and onto his partner’s side of the bed. He nudged his head into the crook of Tangerine’s shoulder and looked up with a smile. Tangerine bit into his pastry.

“I suppose.”

#tangybug #tangerine bullet train #ladybug bullet train #bullet train #my writing #tangbug

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merryfortune · 1 month

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Propeller Sprout

Title: Propeller Sprout

Ship: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Fandom: yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,254

Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Established Relationship

“So cute…” Miyu mumbled to herself as she scribbled in her notebook.

Aoi’s ears pricked up whilst she read a novel from the other end of the lounge. She felt Miyu squirm, her toes scrunched up and brushed up against Aoi. It wasn’t a very big lounge. Not when Miyu was sitting in one of end of it and basically laid out over it.

“What’s cute?” Aoi asked.

“You are.” Miyu flirted and poked out her tongue.

Ever easy to fluster, Aoi felt her cheeks turn a rose pink.

“You are!” Miyu insisted. How could she not as her girlfriend looked even more adorable than she did before?

“Am not.” Aoi denied, though it was pointless to.

“Are too.” Miyu continued to banter. “And,” she added, she began to get up, her chest all puffed out as she happily debuted her trump card, “I have proof.”

“Alright, then, let’s see it.” Aoi replied.

Exactly what Miyu wanted to hear.

She really wanted to show Aoi what she was working on.

Back at her school, Miyu was quite well known through a few of the different faculties over there. In the sports faculty, she was known for being a shark in the water. She was a swift and strong swimmer, the star of the swim club with many accolades conjoined to her name.

Then in the arts department, she was also known for her talent and craft with a pen and paper. She was quite diverse when it came to what she was able to draw. Everyone in her classes knew that she could draw the cutest little anime characters or the creepiest portraits. Sometimes even both at once. She wasn’t good at non-character related mediums but she would give anything a crack once. Watercolours, acrylics, clay, it didn’t matter. Miyu loved to get creative.

Though, conversely, she was known through the other departments of the school - like science, language, history, and mathematics, for example - for being an awful student. Flaky and undisciplined, rubbish at logic and recollection but shhh. This isn’t about the grades that Miyu was failing but rather the ones she was good at.

Like art.

“Tada.” Miyu said as she sat up, legs tucked under her like an eccentric genius detective from a certain supernatural-mystery anime, and flipped her notebook around so she could show Aoi her latest drawing.

It was just a sketch. Nothing too serious, pfft. It wasn’t half bad.

But Aoi’s jaw dropped as she felt as though she were looking into a black and white photograph of… herself. The portrait was gorgeous, thin lead lines which overlapped here and there but that just added charm to the shading, all to make a somewhat realistic portrait of her: Zaizen Aoi.

“Wow, Miyu, this is… oh my gosh.” Aoi stammered.

“Aww, I’m gonna get a big head if you keep that up, ma’am.” Miyu smugly replied, like she wasn’t rolling around in glee on the inside.

“No, really, thank you, I think its lovely, I hope you’re happy with it.” Aoi replied.

“Oh, I am.” Miyu said.

Aoi laughed. There was the lack of humbleness that she had been expecting.

“Do you know what my favourite part of it is?” Miyu asked.

“Er, um…” Aoi erred as she was put on the spot.

“C’mon, guess. It’s easy, I swear. Anyone could tell, I think.” Miyu egged her on.

“Alright then.” Aoi replied.

Miyu made sure she held her notebook steady so Aoi could get an extra good look at the drawing. Her eyes scanned left to right then up and down. She held her breath as she began her assessment.

Was it her fringe? It looked so fluffy with just the suggestion of linework and some fuzzy shading. Or maybe her cheekbones? Miyu had rubbed out the lines there multiple times to get the curvature right, Aoi could tell from the eraser work but maybe she wasn’t that happy with it if it took multiple tries. It could even be her lips. That would make sense. Miyu had drawn them extra stylistically kissable, Aoi would think anyway but then of course.

The delight of every artist, surely.

“My eyes.” Aoi finally guessed.

Miyu made a buzzer noise then chirped, “Nope. Close though.”

“I see…” Aoi murmured as her brows furrowed together. She continued to study the portrait.

Though that made Miyu impatient. She had been totally certain Aoi would guess correctly on the first try.

“Aww, come on, it's totally your charm point.” Miyu gave a hint.

Aoi stared for another three seconds and then her shoulders slumped, “I give up.” she said with a defeatist sigh.

“Your propeller sprout, duh!” Miyu said.

“My what?” Aoi snorted quizzically.

“Your propeller sprout!” Miyu repeated herself to little recognition.

Aoi’s lack of response continued to be lacklustre. So Miyu sighed and with startling precision, for not being able to see her own drawing, she pointed on the picture of Aoi she had drawn what Aoi’s “propeller sprout” was: the little pokey-outie bit at the back of her hair. The bane of her morning hair care routine.

“Ohhh…” Aoi said. “I call it my cowlick.”

“Well it's very cute whatever it is.” Miyu replied snidely.

Aoi laughed.

“It is.” Miyu affirmed.

“It's so annoying though, it never sticks down when I want it to! So many school picture days ruined by it…” Aoi complained.

Miyu gasped dramatically, “How dare! It’s your charm point, or so says me.”

Miyu’s antics continued to make Aoi smile and laugh. A bit harder now to consider it an annoyance now, she supposed. But the point, already well and truly made by now, was still not made enough in Miyu’s eyes as she scooted in closer to her girlfriend, putting away her notebook.

“It’s so cute and fluffy, see?” Miyu said.

She reached out and Aoi’s heart skipped a beat. Miyu toyed with the so-called propeller sprout at the back of her head, proving just how fluffy - and bouncy - it was. With just a stroke of her pointer finger, Miyu had it swaying side to side.

“Okay… it's a little cute.” Aoi grumbled.

“Told you.” Miyu said.

But instead of fully retreating her hand, she ran it through the rest of Aoi’s hair. It was soft and, well, fluffy. Her bob-cut slowly growing out, she wanted it to be long again, sort of like when she was a tiny tot again. Miyu smiled as she caressed Aoi’s cheek, though with clumps of Aoi’s hair through her fingers.

“Are your fingers stuck…?” Aoi asked, embarrassed.

“Ah, no, just thinking about how, well, all of you is cute. I shouldn’t limit your cuteness to just one charm point.” Miyu replied.

Aoi’s face went strawberry red. Miyu’s words were so sweet and earnest, it was hard to consider them flirting. She just said whatever she was thinking. She was that kind of person, free and open as a book.

“You are so shameless.” Aoi squealed.

“I can’t help myself.” Miyu giggled.

Though she did let go of Aoi’s hair and picked up her notebook again. She had some more ideas on how to draw Aoi now. Though, she didn’t retreat into her end of the lounge, instead she changed how she sat and snuggled into Aoi’s side. Aoi let her and placed her arm over Miyu’s neck and shoulders. She could probably read with just one hand so long as she was clever.

Meanwhile, Miyu began to draw some cartoony takes on Aoi’s physical appearance and her cute propeller sprout.

#femslash #zinniashipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #sugisaki miyu #writing tag #propeller sprout #is.... is this first time this year i've posted a fic for no reason like no bingo no challenge no prompt meme no nothing???#for my own?? satisfaction???#sugoi. but also. concerning. if so.

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salt-is-a-terrible-currency · 10 months

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The ring

Written for day 10 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 110

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: jealousy

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, angsty

Cameo by a young Matt Graver, my favourite asshole from the Sicario movies!

“That a Cane corso?” Aurora looks up, caught off-guard by the unfamiliar man’s voice at her left side. She’s met by bright blue eyes with dark blonde hair falling into them and a grin that she can’t interpret though she narrows it down to either self-assured or intoxicated, or possibly a combination of the two. He’s a couple of years younger than her, maybe late 20’s, and thick tanned arms poke out from the white t-shirt. He’s pointing to the tattoo on the outside of her left shoulder. It’s a portrait of Bane, the dog gifted to her by her grandfather when she went to college. The tattoo itself was her gift to herself for Christmas last year.

“Yeah.” Aurora rubs the tattoo absentmindedly. “She was my first dog.” The man grins even wider, like he’s won a bet.

“Always wanted one,” he says, “but I don’t think my lifestyle would allow it. I travel too much. Name’s Matt, by the way.” Matt reaches his hand out and, although hesitantly, Aurora shakes it. He’s got to be law enforcement, she thinks. His hands aren’t blistered like a rancher’s, but she’s never seen a businessman in bluejeans and drinking Lone Star.

“Good to meet you, Matt.” As she takes him in, another detail catches her eye. His footwear. Flip-flops. Who the hell wears flip-flops to a bar?

“You new in town?” she asks, trying her hardest not to stare at his exposed feet. Matt shrugs.

“I’ve passed through once before,” he explains, “but this time I’m staying a bit longer.” He might’ve gotten reassigned then, or maybe he’s doing part of his training here. Aurora nods in recognition but does nothing else to further the conversation. Matt props both elbows onto the bar, raises an eyebrow at her.

“So what’s your name?” he presses. Aurora considers the options. She doesn’t find him particularly intimidating, that icy feeling that runs down her spine whenever she speaks to people that are objectively bad news not making its presence known. Still, she doesn’t trust him.

“I don’t give out my name to strangers.” Aurora says it as politely as she can. She’s not in the mood to cause yet another scene at this particular bar, and hopes that Matt will have the decency to take the hint. He nods, flags down the bartender for another beer, then turns to her.

“Fair,” he agrees. “Let’s get to know each other then, so we won’t be strangers.” There’s that icy feeling, just a hint of it at the base of her skull.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, a little sterner now. Even if it wasn’t for Javier’s furrowed brow and pursed lips which she spots across the bar where he’s catching up with an old coworker from the sheriff’s office, she’d have no intention of continuing the conversation. Matt’s grin fades. Not fully, it just dims.

“Alright.” He throws his hands up. “I can take a no.” His voice is so easygoing, enough so that for a split second Aurora questions if she’s read him wrong. She silences that doubt quickly: so the guy’s charming, that doesn’t mean he’s not an asshole.

“Was nice talking to you though, Matt,” she says. “Hope Laredo treats you well.”

⁂

“Who was that?” Javier asks as soon as he’s reached her side. She shrugs, takes another sip of her beer.

“Some guy who’s in town for a bit. Tried to flirt but I shut him down.” Javier pouts and throws another glance over his shoulder at Matt, who has retreated to a booth where he’s talking to a redhead who she’s seen around but doesn’t know the name of. Aurora’s already moved on in her mind, wondering if the rest of the week will be as hellishly warm as the first three days have been, when Javier pipes up:

“What did he say to you?” There’s nothing subtle about Javier’s jealousy. He wears it on his sleeve, just like he does with his anger and his joy.

“Asked about my tattoo, gave me his name, asked me mine and when I said no he backed off,” Aurora summarizes. She turns to face Javier, reaches for his fingers and squeezes them gently. That finally makes him look at her instead of at Matt. He squeezes her fingers back.

“We need to fix your ring,” he states. He’s not wrong. The second Javier went to slip his mom’s ring around Aurora’s finger three weeks ago it became obvious that Maria and her did not share a ring size. Javier’s ears turned red with embarrassment and he mumbled his way through an apology for not finding a window to discreetly check Aurora’s size. She kissed him soundly and agreed that they could get it fixed sometime when they were running other errands in town.

“You’re right. How about tomorrow?” she suggests. “It’s about time for a grocery run, don’t you think?” It’s really not but she can see the way his mind is spinning out of control, and knows that if she doesn’t pull the brakes for him he’ll be up all night wondering if she’s about to regret the engagement and take off. Javier’s jaw, tense ever since he sat Matt lingering at your side, begins to relax.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees. “But there’s something we can do right now that would make it clear you’re taken.”

⁂

The pickup really isn’t made for this. Aurora raises herself as much as she can to give Javier space to work his jeans and briefs down, her head touching against the roof. She pulled her underwear off before climbing in, leaving them on the passenger seat while her skirt spreads over his lap to provide some cover should anyone come knocking at the window. He parked far enough away from the entrance that they’re not in plain view of anyone coming and going but not so far away that it could be considered hidden away. Javier fumbles his way inside of her, unused to the cramped space. He hasn’t done this in years, after all, not since his back started aching. Aurora lets him control the pace, the movements. Just rocks with him in the driver’s seat of the old car.

“Let me see the ring,” he rasps. She obeys, pulling the thin silver chain from where it’s fallen into her cleavage and lays it to rest on the outside of her tank top. Immediately, Javier’s eyes focus on it and the stabs of his hips turn more forceful. She rests her chin atop his head, presses a kiss to the damp curls.

“We’re getting it fixed tomorrow,” she promises.

#nffalphabet #javier pena fic #javier pena x ofc #narcos fic

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