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Plot Twist | Part III*

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III* (end) | Extra

Words: 4.8k++ (of mostly filth)

Pairing: beefy mafia!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, lots and lots of praises, bucky's filthy mouth, tiny hint of wife!kink from bucky, soft!bucky being romantic, fluffy date, reader is quite a menace at the end, honestly.

A/N: This is the last chapter because I didn't really have a long plot for this specific fic. I wrote this fic entirely out of impulse.

P/S: I have no idea what I just wrote for the smut scene; partially because english is not my first language and the rest is because I literally have no experience but I hope y'all enjoy it somehow!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

"Don't hide those noises from me, doll. I want to hear you." Bucky licked a strip up across her gushing pussy before lewdly suckling on her sensitive clit.

"Bucky." she whined so needily as if she hadn't just come on his tongue a few moments ago.

How did they even get here in the first place?

One minute Bucky was proposing to ditch the gala, that's when she decided to bring him to one of the most underrated diners in Brooklyn.

Then somehow, there was Bucky, eating her out as if he was still starving.

"Oh my, Irene is that you?" The way the old lady gasped with excitement as she walked towards the couple; Bucky was assuming she was indeed talking to his wife.

Y/N grinned with a tiny scrunch on her nose, a goofy smile that Bucky never seen before. Entranced, he didn't even notice how his heartbeats quickens, let alone process the fact that Irene was not his wife's name.

"Long time no see, Maria." Y/N didn't hesitate to be engulfed by the warm and welcoming hug from Maria as if she was one of her grandchildren.

The tight squeeze loosen up after a while, followed by a compliment, "You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart." By the way she was looking up and down at Y/N, it seems like she doesn't want to move on from the topic.

But swiftly, a frown formed on her forehead when she realizes, "But why are you having a date at my old rackety diner?" Maria was quick to read the room.

Well, it's not that hard when you see a gorgeous, well-dressed couple walk in together. Him opening the door for her, the shy smile on her lips, any excuse to have his hands on her, glimmer in those eyes of hers.

Of course, it was a date.

"Now, why would I trade some fancy overprized steak with your absolute perfection of a burger? God don't get started on those crispy fries. I've been craving them for weeks!" Y/N could feel her mouth-watering from her own imagination.

"Oh, stop it! You're exaggerating!" Maria chuckles, lightly taping the side of Y/N's shoulder.

"I certainly am not!" Y/N exclaimed, almost animatedly.

The conversation in front of Bucky seemed to be silenced by his own racing thoughts.

Bucky was certain that these past few months being married to Y/N, he already knew her. All her patterns were memorized in the back of his head.

But this was different. It doesn't look like her; at least not the look that she always displayed around their mansion, nor any events they went to.

However, it feels so much like her at the same time.

If she still has other sides and expressions hidden from him, then wanted to see them all.

His hearing started to regain its ability when Y/N spoke, "This is my date, Sebastian. Babe, this is Maria, the owner of this diner." She introduces them.

Bucky leaned forward as he offered his hand, only to be pulled into the similar hug that his wife just received. Maybe he let his guard down, or maybe Maria was just stronger than him to be able to pull him in like that.

"I heard so much about you and this place. Thought nice to bring Irene to her favourite place for a date." Bucky was partially lying. He did promise her that she could choose anywhere she wanted to go to, but at the same time he had no idea this place existed before.

Maria had an approving smile on her face, as if he ticked off several of her checklist for choosing Y/N's boyfriend. She shot a look at Y/N, showing her approval which only made Y/N rolled her eyes.

When they settled in their booth and their orders taken, Bucky started to come up with the first topic, "So, Irene..." he purposely slowed his pace, as if he knew that Y/N would burst into laughter. A triumph smirk curved across his lips, knowing he managed to pull one of her rare laughs.

"...I just wanted to say that I, Sebastian, am honoured to be able to take you on a date this lovely evening." He managed to sound effortlessly posh while saying it, which makes Y/N laugh even more so.

"Oh god, stop, Bucky. It's just us. You don't need to act anymore." Her eyes briefly pointed to their surroundings. Indeed, there was just them and a group of teenagers all the way across the diner.

Bucky chuckled, "Well the way you act just now makes me think you me to stay in character."

"I didn't know that my wife had different identities. Wanna tell me about it?"

Y/N hesitated at first, she wonders if Bucky can accept what she had to say about this, but the anticipation and curiosity in his face seemed to look like he was sincere.

She took a deep breath before letting out a sigh and explained, "People like us can't just go out and about with our family names attached on our faces. We'd be sticking out like a sore thumb."

Bucky thought of what she said for a bit before he asked, "And you hate that? Having my name as part of your identity?" His brow quirked.

She exhaled deeply, "No, I didn't mean it like that, Bucky."

Her hesitation after only urged Bucky to silently demand for further explanation.

She admit defeat as she spoke, "Let's be real our lives are not ordinary. We weren't born in normal society like these people do." Y/N gaze roamed around the few people within the diner. There was this longing in her eyes.

"And I just want to feel what is it like to be one of them. To able to bond other people without greed or malice behind their intentions." There was only truth in her gaze, and Bucky saw that.

"I-- it's like an escape for me. A breath of fresh air if you will." She expressed.

"Like your books? Are they your escape too?" Bucky asked after thinking about how many hours she spent reading.

A fond smile curved on her lips, "Precisely."

He thought deeply before asking, "If you're constantly trying to escape, then what is it that you are trying to run from?" he riddled.

Y/N leaned back to her seat and think of the best way to put her feelings in simple words, "Nothing. I guess that I haven't find something that make me wanna stay in this reality."

"Yet" Bucky didn't mean to say it out loud. It was supposed to be his personal thoughts, but Y/N's eyes unexpectedly lit up, "Yet." She repeated his word, with a hopeful tone behind her natural voice.

The prolonged eye-contact broke when Maria came to serve their food. The conversation after that was nothing too deep, nothing too general. It was the type of conversation that left a light-hearted residue within their chest.

Hours passed and the music resonating from the jukebox seemed to shift into something slow, something more ballad-like. Bucky had an idea. He stood on his feet and walk out of their space while straightening his jacket.

Y/N was confused at first, "Are we leaving already?" was what she thought of before Bucky spoke, "A dance, my dear?"

She trailed the hand that was outreaching towards her, then up to his face. His smile was charming, and the crinkled lines on the side of his eyes were even more endearing.

Who'd knew those small things could become one her little weaknesses. She accepted his offer by grasping on his hand while he gracefully pulled her out of their booth towards the empty space between rows tables and the jukebox.

Bucky pulled her in, even closer than deemed necessary. She followed his lead; fingers laced lightly with each other's. His other hand rests right above her backside. And hers on one of his shoulders.

Though both of them didn't have a clue on how to dance but it didn't stop them to naturally fall into step and let the rhythm control their movements.

Everything else around them; the diner, the people, seemed to dissolve with time. It felt like there was just him and her, alone. Only the sounds of their heart beats and the music that remained.

People in the diner sat on their seats; watching the couple swayed along the melody of the song; couldn't help to admire the sight in front of them.

Even the bunch of teenagers on the other side was suddenly intrigued, some of them gawked and squealed at them, others didn't waste any time and started pull out their phone to record the moment.

Bucky leaned in as he whispered her name. She looked up in respond, with a smile spread across her beautiful face and eyes curved into upside down crescent moons.

A storm of uncontrollable emotions surged throughout Bucky's body, and his nerves tingled in delight. His brought his hand towards her face and brushed his thumb across her cheek.

His body was acting on its own as all the restrains he locked himself before vanished into thin air. Nothing was holding him back from this slice of paradise.

Her eyes glistened the moment Bucky's thumb pressed against her soft lips. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. Do you know that?" He whispered. His eyes searched her features as if he can't believe that his wife was real.

Her lips parted as a laugh escaped through her mouth; it seems to be that she doesn't believe him. Though the truth was clear, and yet somehow she couldn't see it.

"I'm serious, doll. You don't know how gorgeous you look right now." Her cheeks deepen in the colour of rose.

Bucky drew her close to his chest, so close he could feel the warmth of her body; while she wrapped her arms around his neck, tip toe-ing towards the side of his face. He could smell the delicate perfume on her.

Her lips went to his ear as she whispered ever so softly. "And you're such a flirt, do you know that?"

She returned to her original position, looking up with mischief gleaming in her eyes. Whatever spell did she just put on Bucky in that very moment, it certainly work wonders as all he can think about is how her lips feels against his own.

Bucky looked like as if he was in a daze, lips slightly parted, his gaze soften as they fixated on her maroon painted lips.

Y/N seemed to pick up on what's going to happen. Her hands trembled in anticipation; his scent was alluring, almost intoxicating that she might recall this moment whenever she smell this cologne again.

The moment seemed to prolonged but then it feels like the time stops entirely when Bucky pressed his lips on hers. The kiss was delicate, and soft, and passionate and real all at the same time.

Bucky pulled away momentarily only to pull her close again by the back her neck, tilting the heads in opposite direction as he licked her lips for permission in which she gladly comply.

Her hands gripping on the fabric of his shirt that's rested on his chest, holding on to him for her dear life as he stole her breath away.

Soft moans were slipping through the kiss as she felt the delicious burn of his stumble on her skin. Little did she know that, that might just be one of a trigger for Bucky to lose control.

He grunted in disapproval when she pulled away, wanting nothing more than to kiss her again and again and again until both of them forgot how to even breath.

But looking down at her trembling lips, the glaze across her eyes, her shaky breath; Bucky might just turn feral right there and then.

"Bucky..."

Bucky swore that she was whining his name.

"...Take me home."

Which then leads to this very moment where Bucky grabbed her by the waist, pushing her cunt further on his tongue before wrapping his arms around her thighs.

He wants to make sure she's strapped in for another wave that's about to crush her.

He flicked his tongue in an up and down motion, gliding through sensitive bundle of nerves. As if he knew what she like. No, he knows exactly what makes her squirm.

It took him a few orgasms on his tongue to know that she loves those small circles over her clit, those flat licks when he spread her pussy apart, how she much prefer to have her clit played rather than her hole fucked by his fingers, all of the little notes were already buried in Bucky's head.

And oh how divine does she look when she came for him. Bucky couldn't take his eyes off her; he was already addicted her taste, the shudders of her thighs on the sides of his face, and her pretty voice moaning his name.

Why hasn't he done this earlier?

"It's been too long, doll. Should've claimed this gorgeous pussy long ago. Shit." He growled his desire before diving back to her leaking heat.

Wet vulgar sounds echoes within the enclosed space of their bedroom as he devoured her whole. His changing speed really was too much for her to handle, and him gripping onto her thighs was the right choice.

Especially, when she started to squirm upwards, "Oh god Bucky,," moaning as she threw her head back to the soft pillow under her head.

Smirking proud against her parted lips, he pulled her back where she was before, pinning her hips against the bed. He sucks her aching bud into his hot, wet mouth so ferociously she can only gasp to the immense pleasure.

Oh, does it feel good having his mouth wrapping around her pussy like this, while the tip of his dangerous tongue flicking mercilessly on her swollen bundle of nerves.

So good to the point she was seeing stars. Literal stars at the back of her head as her high was reaching for euphoria. The aching pleasure caused her toes to curl and thighs burning, shaking as she cried out his name.

But, he wasn't satisfied yet, insatiably greedy for more, "So sweet, baby. Come on give it to me." He growled against her.

He continued to abuse that cunt over and over as the shameless wailing and chanting of how bad she wanted to come, filling up not just the room but also his pride.

Bucky wants to make her feel each stroke and glide of his wicked, delicious tongue. Feeling the electrifying pleasure surging within her core, her thighs involuntarily started closing around his head.

He can barely breathe from how much she was suffocating him, but he certainly refused to stop.

Not until he ruined that needy cunt of hers.

Over and over, he sucks and pulls while his tongue danced through her until her sanity was close to breaking, body trembling in his hold.

The wet squelches, the lapping of his tongue, her sexy moans. He drowned himself to every single one of them.

"Fuck! Bucky, I'm coming. Please, please please don't stop!" She begged for his mercy even if he never asked for it.

Her moan was getting needier than ever, while her hips jerked upwards to meet his tongue. Her fingers gripping on his soft hair, guiding his through the sweet torturous pace.

Fortunately, she wasn't the only one who was close to an explosive high. Bucky's cock, hard and pulsing, twitched against the constraint of his boxer. Even without any simulation from any kind of touch, his cock was more than overjoyed to come along with her.

And it was all because of her.

From the way she was shamelessly humping against his mouth, using him to get herself off. Gripping and pulling his hair, so she could ride his tongue faster.

Bucky hummed against her clit, before chuckling, "You're already such a good girl, doll. So perfect. You taste..." his tongue licked through her folds, grazing on the throbbing clit. "...Perfect."

A whisper of his name escaped as she gasped into a back arching shudder, head thrown back, eyes rolling, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure of his tongue.

"Do it." he growled out. "Come for me, baby. Make a mess on my tongue."

That command was all it supposed to take, for her to finally let go but feeling his tongue flicking against her clit was what ripped the orgasm right from her begging pussy.

A loud scream of curses of his name was the only thing she can utter once the orgasm washed over. She let the pleasure unravel from within to every part of her shivering body, until she was left limping on the bed.

"Gorgeous..." he grunted with a horny tone, tongue sliding in between her wet slit, making sure every lick managed to collect the sweet nectar she had bestowed him.

Finally pulling away from between her legs, the lower half of Bucky's face was drenched; his lips glistened with the mixture of spit and slick, dripping down along the chin, down to his neck.

His eyes closed in an euphoric high, tongue licking her cum off his lips before forming a devilish smirk on his face. He looked as happy as a man can be with that smug smile of his.

Bucky smirked at her broken moan, "...so pretty coming for me." he praised ever so endearingly.

He climbed over as he continued to praise what a good girl she was, how well she did, how addictive she tastes, and how he would gladly eat her out for the rest of his life.

Bucky's mouth watered and his cock twitched at the beautiful, yet filthy sight of his wife splayed on their bed; her breasts moved every so gracefully despite her heavy breaths, legs spread apart as he kneeled in between.

Looking down at her mess, he might just want to be greedy and devour her once again, but his cock was much more needy than his anticipated. Right now, he wants nothing more than to feel her tightness around him.

Bucky levelled his face over hers, "Open up, honey." he husked. Still in a slight daze, Y/N blindly followed his temptation, only to feel his lips on her, his tongue settled within her heated cavern.

Every wave and movement of his tongue on hers were purposely slow and gentle. She can feel herself melted into the kiss, even more hypnotized into a dreamy haze.

Bucky pulled away with a rumbling hum, "Taste good doesn't it?" He prompted as he stroked the strand of her hair behind her ear. Y/N can only nod with an approving moan as she relished the gentle caresses on her cheek.

"That's all you, babydoll. Addictive isn't it? So, when I ask for this pussy, you will give it to me. Every single time. Do you understand?" Bucky tighten his gripped on her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Her eyes gleamed in ecstasy, "Yes, Bucky." she let out a breathy tone, not trusting that she can keep her moans in if she speaks any louder.

Bucky smiled fondly, "That's my girl." he proclaimed.

"Now, how about making a mess on my cock, hmm? That sounds good to you, angel?" Honestly, it was Bucky who wanted to make a mess in her pussy, but she didn't need to know that for now.

"Yes, please." Y/N answered that way too quick, but she didn't care. The other reason why she was constantly leaking apart from Bucky's skilful tongue, was because she wanted to feel his cock stretching her apart.

Bucky chuckled to her neediness while his hand worked its way to remove his boxers. His cock sprung up to his stomach, with precum spilling from the tip. God he was so wet for her.

"...Hmmm, my sweet little wife had been so so good for me, isn't that right?" He cooed as he pulled her hips to him and lined his cock with her slick entrance that was just aching to be filled.

"Yes, Bucky" She breathed his name, as she looked up to him with full blown lusty eyes. The anticipation for him to plunge inside her needy hole were immaculate. But Bucky loved to edge a little.

"So good to me." Bucky stroked his heavy cock in between her slippery folds; the tip gliding so easily against her clit before proceeding to insert his throbbing length into her, groaning out a pleasurable 'ahhh' when he felt his cock wrapped around her tight, twitching walls, "F-fuck" He nearly whimpered, closing his eyes as he refused to come right when he just entered her tightness.

She gasped in pure ecstasy, feeling his cock in her core.

Bucky stilled as he fully filled her to the brim, letting her adjust to size as he peppered gentle kisses on her face, down to her neck and breasts.

The trembling in her cunt didn't drop its pulse, instead he swore it just increases, "Ease up, baby.. " his mouth wrapped around her nipple, "..or I might come before the fun begins." He mumbled against her breast before giving a harsh suck on her nipple.

That might just multiply the pressure around his cock though.

Even if Y/N knew she might come just by him adjusting the pace, but she didn't care, she craves the friction inside of her, "Buck-- Move please."

She didn't need to tell him twice, Bucky complied quite instantly.

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpered as his cock glide in and out of her at a sluggish pace.

"Fuck you feel damn good, baby," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression she make. The little nose scrunch, her brows furrow together when he hit the spot deep within her, the way her swollen lips parted only to let out those sinful moans of his name.

"Never stop giving this pussy to me. God, I need this pussy y'hear me? I need it so bad." Bucky was well aware how addicted he was already. And he had no shame on that.

It didn't take him too long to increase the speed which led to him railing her into the bed as her muffled screams filled the room. Y/N sobbed softly to the overstimulating pleasure that started filling her body with Bucky's harsh thrusts. "So good, so fucking good!"

"Mhmm! Too much, I can't" She whimpered. She could feel how Bucky was tearing her apart, spreading her cunt as his cock lunged inside her tight walls, deliciously.

Bucky looks down to where his cock was fucking into her cunt and he shamelessly moaned, loud, deep from within his chest.

He wished she could see the vision in front of him; how her pussy displayed and wide open for his cock as he plunged in and out of her hard.

Gritting his teeth, he fucked her harder, more desperate than before, his fingers digging into her hip.

Y/N was whimpering mad, eyes rolled back mouth wide open, drooling to every thrust Bucky pushed into her. By that point she just had lost every sanity she had in her mind and just wanted Bucky to really fuck the life out of her.

It felt so good.

Too good.

Bucky’s brows knitted into a frown, and his mouth falls open. The deep grunts he was groaning turn into frantic higher pitched moans. His eyes shut, and his head falls back in pleasure.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck for support as her body racked in pleasure from his deep, hard, merciless thrusts. Her body jerked back and forth with his movement.

Their skin on each other; chest touching, the intertwining sound of sinful moans and lewd, wet squelching sound, the whispers of praises uttered for one another, lingered their mind as it gave physical effect to their body.

"A little more baby, please, please— fuckin' take my cock." When was the last time he felt this good? Perhaps never because he couldn't believe how close he was to coming already.

"It feels so good, Bucky."

"Yeah? hmmm, you're handling it so well, honey."

"Yes, yes, yes, -ahh shit, so deep inside me, fuck."

"...Can't believe this pretty little thing is mine."

Those were one of the many, many whispers they had said to each other. They were dirty yet it so sincerely intimate.

Not able to control himself any longer Bucky began thrusting faster than the original pace he had set before, causing her body to thrash around.

She gripped on the bedsheets behind her as he was grunting mad over the way his cock slipped so easily in and out of her tight pussy. The way she bucked her hips to match Bucky's pace, to have more friction between the two.

Oh, it was nastily enticing.

Everything about this moment was passionate and overpowering; to the point where their minds were getting fuzzy.

It's amazing how his body conquered hers like no one had before. Somehow, he knew where all her sweet spots were and how her body would react to them, but he would still be eager to found new ones to tease her right after.

Y/N's body jerked up in pleasure as his cock repeatedly hit her spot. It felt so good, her body to started shake and spasm. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as the pleasure racked her body with such force she had never felt or known before.

And Bucky was the only one to ever see her like this and he would like to keep it that way.

"Mhmm, can't wait to come in this pretty pussy of yours babydoll. Fuck-- I'm already leaking inside you, baby. You're going to be so full and messy. Don't you want that, angel?" he teased as he thrusted in and out of her, groaning.

His thumb manage to find its way to play with her sensitive clit, not wanting to neglect that poor needy thing.

Feeling electrified from both his drilling cock and the way he was skilfully rubbing her clit, she squirmed and whined out unintelligible words, somewhere in between moaning his name and something about dying.

Bucky chuckled an amused laugh, somehow he managed to understand her words perfectly.

He removed his other unoccupied hand from her hip, and went to grab her both of her hands, placing them above her head. Restraining her wrists as he continued to fuck her hole; deeply, deliciously.

His body hovered over hers and their pupils dilated as their hot breath danced upon each other's skin. His erotic slid in and out of her cunt with such ease and his strong hands held a hard grip onto her contained wrists as he felt his orgasm arriving.

She felt the same familiar knot in her stomach just aching to be released." oh -oh god, Bucky. I'm gonna come!" she cried out.

"That's right, fucking cum for me!" he groaned out as he pressed his finger a little rough on her throbbing clit.

She shivered and gasped as she could feel her excitement gush out of her pussy as Bucky continued to fuck her through her high. Obscene wet noises coming from between her thighs.

And oh how Bucky relished the feeling of her walls clenching and twitching uncontrollably around his cock, licking his lip as he watched her wet juices spurting out of her pussy, drenching him more than be it was before.

"Feels fucking amazing to be inside you when you come like this, doll. So wet and tight for me..." he praised, getting replies of 'thank you's from her; she sounded delirious but that only ignites the feral in Bucky.

"...F-fuck I'm coming." His cock twitches violently. "Coming inside you, my pretty little wife. Fuckk--" His body jolted, eyes opening for just a second before they rolled shut as his hips snapped forward.

He came with a loud cry of her name, hips stilling as ropes of hot and slick cum shot out of his cock. His hot seed spread over her walls, filling her nice and full, sending shudders down her back.

Y/N can feel how he throbbed inside as each pulse of the delicious sensation came along with the ropes of cum that shoots from his cock.

He sighed as he thrusted his cock with a few more slow and lazy thrusts, letting her twitching walls milks the rest of his cum.

Bucky, soon slowly pulled out of her; she hissed as felt his cum dripping out, down to her asshole. It's a shame that he pulled out quite early than she expected; Y/N wished he could stay inside a little while longer.

He leaned down to spread multiple of soft kisses all over her face. Praising every little thing about her. Bucky thought of giving her the softest after-care she well-deserved after such a long night.

But when she looked up at him with those pair of lust-blown eyes, he never thought those words would've come out from her mouth, "Want more, please Bucky?" her tiny hand managed to grasp on his semi-hard cock, before rubbing his tip on her cum-filled hole.

Bucky never been that hard within that short amount of time. He grunted in pleasure when she pushed herself on his cock.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he cock reached the deepest part of her, "What a plot twist you are, doll."

End.

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True Freedom

Tadpole or not, 200 years of habit was hard to break. The fact Cazador had offered to ally himself with the party in exchage for Astarion had been sickening. Even worse was that the answer wasn't an immediate "no" or "fuck off" which Astarion had really been needing to hear. Instead they had reached a stalemate of sorts that was to be resolved over a glass or two of wine and blood. If only Astarion hadn't been pulled aside into a lavish room and told to make himself presentable; which meant finery, demurely revealing clothes and a complete wrapping up of the personality Astarion had managed to tease out during his freedom.

While Astarion was sorting himself out, Cazador glided back to the rest of the party with a small, almost apologetic smile.

"You'll have to excuse the boy, he's been acting under my orders."

"Your orders mean nothing, not when a tadpole has ousted you," Gale replied, finger raised and wagging to drive his point home. "Astarion's been free for the first time in so long."

Something akin to pity made Cazador's face twist into a mockery of emotion. "My dear, you are too young to understand such things. I didn't want to hurt you, but allow me to prove my point. Astarion, as always, has been loyal to me and only me."

Even Halsin looked a little put off by that, face scrunching up in concerned disagreement.

"Are you saying he feigned being in love?"

Laughing lightly, Cazador shook his head. "I am so sorry if he has hurt your feelings. Astarion has always been a bit on the greedy side when it came to feeding his ego. But the only thing that boy loves is himself."

"I refuse to believe that!" Gale stood up, helpless to do anything in the face of such words. No spell could refute the words, make them fall on deaf ears.

"Very well. Allow me to prove my point. If you'd be kind enough to make yourselves invisible, I'll permit you to be present while I talk to the boy."

Exchanging glances, the group nodded to each other. Vials of potions of invisibility were distributed and murmurs for scrolls and spells filled the air. Eventually, they were all invisible and headed to the room where Astarion was veritably lounging, a goblet of something deep red in his hand. He looked comfortable and cocky in a way he hadn't been at camp. In fact, he looked right at home.

"Tell me, my boy, how have you ingratiated yourself with the be-wormed group?" After a beat, Cazador added, "Tell me like you'd tell Petras, be concise and clear so he could easily understand."

"Master-" Astarion swirled the liquid in the goblet before setting it aside, "-even Petras could do it with ease. As long as he can remember who is who."

"And who, exactly, is who?"

"The group is made up of six core members, they each have their weaknesses. Take Wyll for example, a desperate boy at heart in need of feeling like he could be a hero and his daddy would approve of him at long last. Simper about monsters to him, present one bigger than yourself and he'll be eager to become the shining night to your damsel in distress."

"Good. Who else?"

"Lae'zel, all that's needed to win her over is to give her a decent fight. I've calculated that a 60-40 ration of losses to wins is enough to keep her at peak attention. Let her win 60% of the time so she's not disheartened but grind her to dust the other 40% of the time. Give her a hard fight plus a hard fuck and she'll do all the fighting for you."

"That's two, what about the other four?" Through it all, Cazador stayed impassive, watching Astarion who seemed hesitant for a moment until Cazador pressed, "Tell me, little one."

"Shadowheart is a mean bitch. A bottle of wine and some barbed comments and she's your new best friend. Meanwhile, Karlach is the opposite in a way. She wants a friend, she craves touch since her engine has been contained. A friendly shove, a pat on the back with some praise and she's putty."

"That leaves Halsin and Gale, am I right?"

"As you always are." Astarion smiled though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Pitiful really. A tree hugger who likes sex almost more than nature. Bend over in a field of flowers for him, let him be as animalistic as he wants and he'll be like a pathetic puppy, ready to roll over and do as told." Swallowing, Astarion looked away from Cazador who stood, waiting and immobile. "Then there's Gale. Discarded and demoted. Marvel at his silly little cantrips, praise him for any spell and give him a bit of good old mortal romance. All he needs is some admiration to wrap him around your little finger."

Cazador nodded. "I see. That will be all for now. Be good and stay quiet until Godey comes to fetch you."

Like that, Cazador marched out and the invisible group followed like disillusioned ducklings. Back in the room Cazador had set aside, they all slowly turned visible again.

"As you can see, he has always been working for me. He needed your protection and needed to bring you to me. Initially you were to be a meal but I see now your value in fighting against The Absolute." Looking them all in the eye in turn, Cazador spoke, "Drop the foolish endeavour of keeping him 'safe' and being his 'friend'. Allow him to return to my side and I'll offer assistance in the fight to come with some of the bravest and best spawn. They'll make you forget Astarion and the heartbreak he's wrought."

Anger and disappointment made for a bitter mix. Without having to really even discuss it, the group trailed out, Halsin's arm around Gale. The soft "but I loved him" was met with "I know, me too", voices drenched in heartbreak.

With the group out of the way, Cazador sent for Godey to fetch Astarion. His wayward spawn was harshly shoved to his knees even as he glanecd around desperately for the others.

"What have you done to them? Where are they?" Panic clawed at Astaion's throat.

"Left. They weighed up your worth against mine and made the obvious choice. Did you really think you could win against me in any race, little one?"

Face falling, Astarion snarled. "You monster! I hate you!"

Staring impassively down at him, Cazador watched. "When you're quite done." He waited a beat but Astarion remained silent. "If you're so miserable here then I release you. No more compulsions. Go if that's what you desire. I have no need of you."

For a moment Astarion didn't move. Then he was scrambling to his feet and staggering towards the door, eyes wild at the prospect of escape.

"That's it," Cazador sneered. "Run if you want to. I've already replaced you, no doubt so has your little party of so-called friends. You'll be crawling back here in no time, you'll see."

"Never." The word was near enough spat as Astarion turned and scurried towards freedom. He had to find the rest of the group, give them a piece of his mind about being left behind. But he could maybe forgive them because, deep down, Astarion knew his help was worth less than Cazador's. Maybe, if he hadn't given his cold dead heart to two people in the group, he'd have chosen the same.

It was only back at the Elfsong that Astarion caught up with his friends. Near enough tumbling through the door in desperation to get home and share the news of his freedom, he clattered through the door. Icy silence greeted him and cold eyes stared.

"Well," he huffed, trying to break the strange mood, "an apology would be a nice start."

"I don't think my father would approve of me apologising to a monster," Wyll called, eyes narrowed to a glare.

"If you want an apology, I'll need to start winning our sparring sessions under my own merit." Walking closer, Lae'zel had her sword in hand in a rather unfriendly merit. "Even if by some miracle our ratios swap."

Gulping, Astarion tried to place the words and the hostility. He eyed as Halsin approached, looking more heartbroken than angry. "I would have helped protect you without you needing to trample my heart. Gale's heart. You could have always said no to my advances, especially if my wildshape caused you more harm than pleasure."

Helpless, Astarion glanced towards Karlach who snorted. "Don't look at me. Even your gaze repulses me now, let alone your touch."

"I had to say all that!" Astarion's voice buckled. "What did he tell you?"

"Nothing." Gale stepped next to Halsin, eyes red rimmed and puffy. "You did all the talking. Were we ever worth anything to you?"

"Just take what's yours and leave," Shadowheart butted in. "You're not welcome here but it seems I'm the only bitch mean enough to say it. Gather your belongings, you have a minute."

The group parted and Astarion hesitantly walked past, head turning to keep an eye on Lae'zel and her sword. Once past them, he darted for his bed where he kept things stashed. Except, truth be told, none of it was his, not really. Everything was stolen, borrowed with no intention of returning. There was only one thing that was his and only his. Grabbing the flimsy, moth eaten blanket he'd taken from Cazador's palace, he had one more thing to do. Dressed in his old clothes, the only ones he could truly call his, he headed for the door.

"I didn't mean any of it. You don't understand, if I didn't say what he wanted to hear, how he wanted to hear it, he'd have killed me! Now he's set me free." His words went ignored as the group sat on the couches, turned away from him. Desperate, Astarion threw one more thing out, wanting Halsin and Gale to look at him, to maybe see the truth in his eyes. "I love you!"

Shadowheart approached and gave him a flat look. "Your silver tongue isn't going to get you anywhere. Go running back to your master, little spawn. You already took more than your fair share from us. There's nothing left for you here."

Just like that, Astarion trudged out of the Elfsong. He looked back over his shoulder and watched as Shadowheart closed the door in his face with a finality that made something ache with terror in his chest. The whole world was his oyster yet the only place he wanted to be was now forever denied to him.

In the tavern, the mood was somber. Nobody quite knew what to say and Gale intermittently sniffled as his broken heart's jagged edges caught on hiw raw emotions. It was safe to say they were all in various states of shock, the betrayal of their companion sat heavily upon them. They stayed up late into the night, half expecting Astarion to try and sneak back in. Instead there was a knock on the door.

"Do you think it's him?" Gale whispered to Halsin.

It was a blessing yet a curse to find Dalyria on their doorstep. She looked behind Wyll, as if searching for someone. Shifting to block her view, Wyll tried to be kind. "Can we help?"

"Please. I don't know how you did it. He was always the favourite. But if Cazador has let him go, maybe he'll let the rest of us free too."

Nostrils flaring in annoyance, Wyll shook his head. "We did nothing. Astarion returned to his master as he wanted, of his own volition."

A small laugh escaped Dalyria. "No. Astarion would never return by himself. He was always plotting his escape, even when he could barely move, he promised me he'd get out and he'd try and take us with him. Promised through a broken jaw and barely intact throat."

"If he set you up to this, please, just leave. We know what he thinks of us, heard it right from his mouth. You'll need to take up the matter of your freedom with Cazador, that's not something we can do for you."

Dalyria's face fell. "I don't know what you heard. But I had to help him get ready for his meeting with Cazador. He said that if anyone can help it would be you. Even if you didn't think him worthy enough not to trade away for more firepower. I've never seen him so hopeful. Or healthy."

Uncertainty took root in Wyll. As much as he didn't want to believe Darylia, wanted to stick to his own truth that Astarion had used them, it just didn't feel so true now that the harsh burn of hurt had ebbed away.

"Stupid istik!" Lae'zel's words snapped Wyll to attention and he turned to find her. The others were also migrating towards the other side of the large room where she was sifting through what Astarion had left behind. Or rather, all of Astarion's belongings. There were pouches filled with insignificant magic trinkets and the emroidery on the canvas simply read 'snacks' in a rich purple. In another bag were healing potions, scrolls, alchemical ingredients. Not to mention the armour and weaponry that Astarion had been so fond of. "The she'lak only took what was literally his."

"What does that mean?" Gale looked helpless, hands fisted in his robes so he didn't clutch the snacks bag to his chest in place of where he wanted to hold Astarion.

Eyes closed, Halsin took a deep breath. He was beaten to speaking by Karlach.

"I think it means we made a real mess of things, soldier. Astarion always said Cazador was a master manipulator."

"We need to find him," Halsin said softly. "We have connected some dots but missed the picture as a whole."

It was easier said than done. Baldur's Gate was sprawling with ample places for Astarion to hide, especially given his knack for getting into places he shouldn't.

"He used to spend time in the graveyard," Darylia offered. "He probably went there."

An odd place for a vampire to want to spend time. There were a few other places to search first, taverns and houses they'd gained access through via not quite rightful means. Astarion wasn't in any of them. Reluctant to believe Darylia, Halsin and Gale made their way to the graveyard. Shadowheart was already there, searching with Wyll.

"Over there!" Karlach called as quietly as her excitement allowed. "By my parents' graves!"

Sure enough, a lone figure was huddled by the headstone of a grave near Karlach's parents. He didn't move when the others stood around him.

"Astarion? What are you doing here?" Halsin asked. Slowly, he sank to his knees within reaching distance but he held back from reaching out.

Slowly, Astarion turned to look at him and eyed all the others.

"Come to do what I couldn't?"

"Which is?"

A stake clattered on the ground by Halsin's knee.

"No! Little star, never!"

Gale joined Halsin on the cold ground but he didn't hold back from extending a hand and squeezing Astarion's shoulder. "What were you going to do instead?"

"Go to the palace." The words were nothing more than a whisper. "He said I'd go crawling back and he's always right. It's the only place where my presence is accepted in this world."

Swallowing thickly, Gale had to hold back his tears. "But all those horrible things you said?"

"It was what he needed to hear. I didn't want-" Astarion cut himself off, eyes squeezed shut. "I didn't want you to see what he could reduce me to. And you needed him for the fight. Between him and I, we all know who has more value."

"You do," Halsin rumbled. He copied Gale and reached for Astarion. Rather than just touch, he tugged and ended up with a lapful of cold, shivering vampire.

"I have nowhere else to go. Just wanted to see one last sunrise. He'll take it from me, no doubt. Wanted to see my grave in the light just once."

Sure enough, it was Astarion's grave they were sitting by. Something made Gale's throat tighten but he pushed through it.

"Come home. Come back to us."

"I'm not welcome there anymore."

Various murmurs of disagreement went up as the others tried to reassure Astarion that he was actually very much welcome there.

"You left most of your shit at the tavern," Shadowheart grumbled. "I'm not cleaning up after you."

Something akin to a wet laugh bubbled out of Astarion. They had a long way to go yet before things were fixed again, nothing was resolved yet. But there was hope and that had to be good enough for now.

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ilybeam · 9 months

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Flowers for Ms. Kang

Jake Kim x f!reader

Jake Kim stumbles into a flower shop only to find a cute employee working that day.

Content Warnings - Crappy flower shop trope, mutual pinning (I think) ,mild cursing, barely proofread

A/n - had a lot of trouble writing this one, so I hope y’all enjoy.

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Jake had been trying to get back into his mothers good graces for a while. After his whole illegal gambling fiasco she only seemed annoyed at him everytime they spoke. It was very apparent she loved him, but it was also apparent that she was disappointed in him. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Jake.

Maybe flowers might soften his mothers opinion of him.There was this quaint flower shop nearby big deal street that would be absolutely perfect for the job.

It was late afternoon when Jake finally got to the shop, the setting sun gave the inside of the shop a beautiful glow.

There isn’t much that can make Jake’s heart rate rise other than a good fight. That’s atleast what jake had thought until he walked through the door. His breath hitched, behind the counter stood a girl around his age who he had never seen before, and she was everything Jake wanted and more. Absolutely gorgeous.

In most instances when Jake met a girl he considered to be attractive he’d become an unapologetic flirt. Winks that made her face flush. Passing touches that made their heart rate quicken. Empty comments that they took as jokes.

But when Jake saw you he felt like a schoolboy with their first crush. Unable to do more then steal a glance or two.

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You had been scheduled for a closing shift after you finished school today, which you begrudgingly took. I mean you needed the money of course, but you barely got more than 4 customers a day. The shop was unbelievably slow and boring.

So boring in fact that you took up a hobby of daydreaming. Something to pass the time atleast.

The last customer you had for the day had stood in front of your flower display for nearly half an hour at this point. He was attractive no doubt, anyone with eyes could notice that fact. But his attire and tattoos also reminded you of a thug, not the type of guy you’d usually go for.

When you finally decided to pay attention to the shop you noticed that the man looking at the display kept looking at you. Maybe he needed your help picking out flowers for his girlfriend?

You moved away from your spot behind the counter, towards him. “Excuse me sir, do you need any help finding anything?”

He scoffed at your question, maybe he didn’t need your help. “Sir? Gah you make me sound old.” He completely faced you after saying this, a playful pout forming on his lips.

“Only out of respect, sir.” You started to retreat back to your spot behind the counter. “Well if you need any help, just let me know. You are taking quite a bit.” The last part slipped out before you could even think, sounding more judgemental than intended.

“Sorry for taking too long” he playfully responded. “But uhh, yeah I could use a little help. I know nothing about flowers.” He frowned.

You made your way back to him, examining the flower display. “Hmm do you know what your girlfriends favorite flower is? I might be able to help you find something similar?”

“No, I would’ve gotten those if I had known.” He teased. “And the flowers are for my mother, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh” you paused in between your next words. “Hmm well then, do you atleast know her favorite color?”

“Of course. I know my moms favorite color, what do you think I am, a monster?” He paused for a second, shit, did he actually know her favorite color. “It’s uhh… purple yeah”

You giggled at his subtlety. “Well then I’d personally go with the Hydrangeas, you can hardly go wrong with those.” When you looked up at him, he was staring hard.

Jakes face flushed, getting caught in the act. “Okay.. that sounds great.”

You smiled, maybe he wasn’t so ‘thuggish’. “Alright well just follow me on up to the register and I’ll get you checked out.”

He nodded along, following you.

When he went to give you the money for the flowers, after you had told him the total, your hands had touched for just a split second. You could’ve sworn you felt a spark, and when you looked up at his face you could tell he had felt it too.

He thanked you for helping him and made his way out, you called after him telling him to have a nice day.

Huh, maybe thuggish looking guys might be your type

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Jake’s mom didn’t hate the flowers she got. He thought that maybe he had even seen her genuine smile for the first time in a while. This was enough of a confirmation that Jake had needed. So, like any normal human being, he decided that the best course of action would be to visit the quaint little flower shop every week. His mothers happiness was the sole motivation for this conclusion, totally not the cute flower shop cashier.

Over the next few weeks Jake had learnt many things about you. He learned what your name was, which he totally didn’t attempt to look up on pacebook after finding out. He found out that you worked here to help your dad out. You told him what your favorite kind of flowers were. Recommended him your favorite movies. Excitedly told him that your birthday was coming up.

Jake knew almost everything about you that a boyfriend would. He just never had the courage to ask you out.

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“Jake” you called out, earning the attention of your companion.

It was a Friday evening, Jake was here on one of his usual visits, something you began to look forward to throughout the passing week.

“We should go out.” It came out as a statement more than a question, which was fine. It was quite apparent that the boy liked you.

His face warmed. “Huh?” he replied, dumbfounded.

“I said, we should go out” you were now leaning into him, more than before. “I mean, I like you and I was kind of guessing you liked me.” You looked down now, feigning shyness. “But I guess you not asking me out on a date should’ve been proof enough, I should’ve known you didn’t feel that way.

Jake was stunned, god you were bold, way more than him. “Of course I like you [name], I’ve liked you from the moment I walked in here.” You didn’t know his face could grow more red, but it did. “I’d love to go on a date with you, though I wish I had the courage to ask you first.” He mumbled the last part.

You looked up at his face, heads not even a foot apart. “I know Jake, I just wanted you to admit it.” You teased, making Jake avoid your gaze.

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freshlove-sturn · 3 months

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philia

PLEASE READ PT 1 FIRST IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY!! HUGE SPOILER IN THE FIRST SENTENCE OF THIS CHAPTER ‼️

part 1 part 2

based on this request v

philia (greek) - affectionate love. a type of love that involves friendship. this is the kind of live that friends have for each other. greek philosopher, plato, beloved that philia was stronger than the love that is eros (physical/ sexual desire, passion, lust, and/or romance. the kind of live couples have for each other) he believed that relationships built off of philia and eventually leading to eros were the strongest. friends to lovers.

chris pov

“i have a boyfriend.”

her words cut through me deep. it felt like she stabbed me right in the heart.

“what?” i manage to stammer out.

“i have a boyfriend.” she looks up at me, a look of hurt spread across her face. i could tell she felt terrible.

“for how long?” i begin to raise my voice. i couldn’t help it. it’s not like she had any idea that i was going to crawl through her window at 2 am and profess my undying love for her.

“3 months…” this just twisted the knife. her voice just barely above a whisper. like she was ashamed to admit this information to me.

“3 months? y/n are you fucking kidding me? you didn’t think to tell me that you had a boyfriend for three whole months?” i practically interrogate her. i didn’t want to take my anger out on her, i really didn’t. it wasn’t her fault someone had gotten to her before me. but how could she keep something like this from me? we’re best friends who tell each other everything.

“there was never a good time!” she defends.

“there was never a good time? you’re telling me not once in the 3 months that you’ve been dating this guy has there been a time where you could say ‘oh hey chris by the way, i’m dating someone’? not one time?” my voice breaks a bit. i take a deep breathe to keep my composure.

“anytime i saw you i was never thinking about that! i just wanted to spend time with my best friend!” she explains. i shake my head and look at the ground.

“do you love him?” i needed to know. i had to know if her love was put into someone else. someone that wasn’t me.

“excuse me?” she scoffs.

“do you?” i try my best to hide the disparity in my voice.

“i- i don’t know chris-“

“it’s a yes or no question y/n. do you or do you not love him?” i cut her off. she stares at me for a few seconds before responding.

readers pov

“yeah. i do.” i lie. i knew didn’t love him. but chris couldn’t know that. it would make this harder for the both of us.

“no you don’t.” he spits back.

“who are you to tell me who i do and don’t love chris? it’s not your place to tell me how i feel!” i fire back, regardless of the fact that he was right.

“if you loved him you would have told me about him already. you can ramble to me for hours about your favorite movies! why? because you love them. i know the ins and outs of all of your favorite things because you tell me all about them all the time. because you. love. them.” he argues. he was right. he always was right. he knew me better than i knew myself. which is partially why i had kept this from him for so long. i knew that he would know that i wasn’t really happy.

i couldn’t keep lying to him.

“i couldn’t keep waiting for you chris! i wanted you. so badly. for so long. and you never knew! i would have waited for you at the ends of the earth, but it hurt! it hurt being so in love with my best friend. it hurt seeing you with other girls. it hurt watching you be so oblivious to every hint. it hurt. it really fucking hurt chris. i couldn’t take it anymore. i had to move on. “ tears now brimmed my eyes. threatening to fall at any second.

“then why are you dating him then? i might not have noticed it then but now i know-“

“chris.” i cut him off. “it’s too late. we’re too late. i think you should move on.” i tell him this as if i was moved on myself. i wasn’t. far from it, really. i didn’t quite know why i wasn’t giving in. if this happened any other time, i would have dropped everything for him in an instant. i still loved him. more than he would ever know. i love him beyond words. it scares me.

“y/n don’t do this. we can make this work. i know me going back and forth from boston and la might get difficult but we’re doing it now aren’t we? and it’s been fine?” the pace of his voice quickens as he tries convincing me. what he didn’t know was that he didn’t need to convince me. i want him. probably more than he wants me. but he was my best friend. there would be far too much at risk. if things ended badly, i would lose more than just a boyfriend. i would lose the boy who had been by my side since forever. the boy who taught me how to tie my shoes. the boy who would knock on my door every day after school and ask my mom if i could come out and play. the boy that i loved more than anything in the entire world.

“it’s not that easy chris. i’m in a relationship. i can’t just end things because you realized a bit too late you felt something for me that was deeper than just friends.” my voice broke. suddenly, all the strength i had, was gone. the tears fell rapidly down my face.

“y/n/n please.” he begs. his voice laced with heartbreak. this was killing me. i couldn’t see him hurt any longer.

“chris please just go.” i muster out through a series of sobs.

“y/n.” he steps closer to me.

“don’t make this harder than it already is chris. please just leave.” i avoid eye contact with him.

he opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it. he walks back towards the window. opening it up and throwing a leg over the ledge before looking back at me. a look of defeat present on his face. without another word he heads back down the ladder and makes his way back to his house.

fuck.

the one reason i got into a relationship in the first place to avoid happened. i lost him. i lost my best friend. this was worse than i imagined it ever could have been if we were to be in a relationship and break up. at least then we could be civil with each other. being civil after i had just screamed at him that i couldn’t love him anymore and he needed to move on? definitely didn’t seem to be on the table.

i lost everything simply because i was scared.

i lost the one person that mattered most to me because i couldn’t come to terms with my emotions.

it was all my fault.

laying in bed, knees pulled up flush with my chest, all i could do was cry. looking around my room, memories of chris and i flooded my head. the stuffed animal he had won for me at a carnival when we were twelve. the hole in the wall that we half assed covered up with my desk from when he tried teaching me how to do a headstand, making him laugh causing him to fall over and his foot to crash into the wall. a small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. he has been responsible for the happiest years of my life. and i would be responsible for the rest.

the rest that wouldn’t compare.

nothing could compare to the feeling that would surge through my body any time he was around.

i pick up the picture of us from our junior year homecoming that was framed sitting on my nightstand. we went to every single school dance with each other. he always made me a sign, even though it was mutually understood that we would be going with each other anyway. it was a picture of me trying to pin his boutonnière to his shirt. both of us with huge smiles on our faces. laughing.

a tear falls from my face and onto the glass of the photo with a small splash. i hold the picture against my chest.

i knew i had to fix this.

i had to break up with my boyfriend.

staying with him wasn’t fair to anyone. not to me, not to y/bf/n, and especially not to chris.

truth was, i just looked for chris in every guy i ever dated. i looked for him in everyone, besides himself.

and in all honesty, that was precisely why i was in the relationship i am now. he had long dark hair like chris, he could make me laugh like chris, he had a passion for music like chris.

the problem you might ask? he. wasn’t. chris.

to be continued…

a/n: bye this is kinda giving that one like mashup on tiktok of waiting room and fix you.

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wisheduponastar · 9 months

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You forgot your ravioli (2k words, M/M)

For Day 9 of @danganronpashipmonths Saioma month. Inspired by the prompt : Apocalypse

In this apocalyptic world, it’s been almost a day since Shuichi, Maki, and Kaito have teamed up with Kokichi. Well, it’s been almost a day since they met him and he attached himself to their group. During dinner, over a can of ravioli of all things, Kokichi becomes a little too annoying and is told to get out. Grinning, he leaves… but he does forget his ravioli.

Or~ Kokichi is quite annoying, and is told to get out. Shuichi chases after him, while trying to convince himself it's only to give Kokichi his ravioli

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It’s been almost a day since Shuichi met Kokichi. Or, more accurately, since Maki suddenly grabbed him from out of the bushes and demanded he explain himself. At least that explained why Shuichi had constantly felt like he was being watched, and why Kaito kept hearing laughter whenever he tripped over - even when, supposedly, no-one was around. Shuichi isn’t entirely sure how long Kokichi’s been watching them. He estimates it’s probably only been three or four days. That was when the laughing started, afterall.

Despite being almost strangled earlier, Kokichi is still strangely cheerful. In fact, it should be strangely cheerful in general. Other than when he started to obnoxiously cry (Shuichi wouldn’t ‘kiss his neck better’) Kokichi had been smiling the entire time. There always seemed to be something making him smile, and he was walking with a small skip in his step. When Shuichi was watching Kokichi, he could almost forget the apocalypse existed. Although that might not have just been Kokichi’s attitude that did it…

Currently, Kaito was trying to start a fire with the flint and steel they’d been carrying. Afterall, the empty shell of a building should conceal them well enough - and their provisions always tasted better cooked. A small argument had broken out between everyone at one point; Maki had said they shouldn’t give Kokichi any food, but Kaito and Shuichi had argued against her. In the end, Kokichi had suddenly produced a can of pumpkin ravioli.

Suddenly there was a spark, and Kaito let out a cheer of appreciation as the fire started, “Well done Maki roll!”

“It’s nothing, and quit calling me that.”

“Awww, c’mon,” Kaito let himself smile, before holding out their food as an apology offering. Used to the conversations the two of them would have, Shuichi found himself turning around to let Kokichi know what was happening. To his surprise, he saw Kokichi already sitting down (cross-legged) with the can of ravioli open, eating it with the most fancily decorated fork Shuichi had ever seen.

“Are you…” Shuichi stared briefly at the can, “We have fire Kokichi, you don’t need to eat your ravioli cold.”

“Oh, I know,” Kokichi grinned, “This is already heated up!”

“But…” Shuichi turned around to check the fire Maki had just made, “The fire’s only just been made?”

“Your fire’s only just been made,” Kokichi corrected, pointing at Shuichi with the fork, “But I am incredible, so I can just make food hot on command.”

“Sure…” said Shuichi sceptically, now looking at the can, “Is that even heated?”

“You really think I’m a liar? I hate liars y’know!” Kokichi began to shuffle up closer to Shuichi, “Open your mouth.”

“E-Excuse me?”

“I’m going to feed you ravioli, duh,” Kokichi moved even closer, holding up the fork with a hint of menace, “To prove I’m not lying!”

There was a second or two as Shuichi contemplated whether or not to do it, but eventually he leaned in slightly, biting the ravioli. It was surprisingly nice, even though he didn’t incredibly like the taste of pumpkin, but it was also definitely warm. Frowning as he chewed, Shuichi swallowed before asking, “How did you even manage to heat this?”

“My incredible super powers,” Kokichi shuffled slightly away again, “Or maybe I’m just lying to you.”

“Tell us the truth,” Maki’s voice cut through the bickering, her glare almost burning holes into Kokichi, “Now.”

“Nee-heehee, is Maki roll threatening me?” For some reason, Kokichi only seemed to grin more, “I’m so honoured!”

“Don’t call me that.” At this point, Shuichi was simply impressed that Kokichi hadn’t wilted under Maki’s death stare, “And answer the question.”

“Fineee… you’re so boring, y’know,” Kokichi carefully put down the ravioli can, before digging around in his pocket, “I have a lighter.”

“Really?” Kaito burst out, “Why didn’t you share it with us?!”

“Cause I’m lying!” Kokichi waited in silence for a few seconds, his eyes sparking as he looked around at everyone. Then, he pulled out something not too far off, “I have a blowtorch!”

Sure enough, he had pulled out a small blowtorch - complete with rather tacky purple paint that looked newer, if slightly chipped. If Shuichi had to guess its age, he would say from the start of… all of this. Or maybe a bit before. Placing the blowtorch down, Kokichi shot them all another grin, before picking up his can and eating again.

“Why didn’t you share this with us?” This time Shuichi asked, trying to get a clear answer.

Instead of responding, Kokichi shovelled a bit more pasta into his mouth - then made motions to show he couldn’t speak. Patiently, Shuichi tried to wait - but as Kokichi continued to simply eat the ravioli, Kaito made a sudden move. Grabbing out, he took the ravioli can - holding it as far away from Kokichi as he could.

“Listen up, asshole. Maki roll asked you a question,” there was a pause as Kaito waited for an answer but continued, “Why didn’t you share that you had a blowtorch with us?”

“Well, you were doing so well on your own,” Kokichi shrugged slightly, “I just assumed you wanted to do it your way. Besides, you didn’t ask.”

Maki cut in slightly, “We shouldn’t have needed too.”

“Yea, yea. Whatevs,” Kokichi rolled his eyes, “Can I have my food back now, it’s pretty rude to just take it.”

“Fine.” Kaito begrudgingly handed it back, “Just… don’t do any more dumb shit, ok? We’re trying to work together with you.”

“Nishishishi,” something new sparked in Kokichi’s eyes, “Who said I needed you?”

“You’re right,” Shuichi looks up in alarm. He recognizes that change in Maki’s voice, and the coldness in her eyes, “You don’t need us. We don’t need you. Get out.”

There’s a moment of silence as Kokichi’s eyes flick to Shuichi suddenly, before he grins, “Wow, less than a day and you’re abandoning me. That’s pretty heartless Maki roll.”

But Kokichi is moving, quickly and gracefully, putting the blowtorch back into his pocket and twirling the fork in his hand. With his free hand, he pushes himself off the floor and goes into the doorway, “Well, it was nice knowing you Shuichi. Very meh, the other two.”

Shuichi can hear Kokichi’s footsteps for a little while after, but the main thing making him think of the purple haired boy is worry. An apocalypse is still going on. Should they really have sent him away for something as trivial as that? And there’s also something in Shuichi’s heart that’s sad. He already misses Kokichi’s smile, or the way his eyes look like polished amethyst when Shuichi says something he finds interesting. Shuichi already misses all of him.

Looking around, Shuichi accepts the noodles that Maki has made. They’re pretty nice, if somewhat bland. It’s nice to have them though. Like most days, Kaito makes most of the conversation - even if the other two don’t always feel like talking. But Shuichi feels less like talking than usual, avoiding the conversation by looking around. Then his eyes fall on a half full can of ravioli. It’s Kokichi’s. Something in him moves, and he reaches out to take the can, while stating, “Kokichi forgot his food.”

“He did?” Kaito asks, wincing slightly. Waste is never good in these conditions.

Then Maki talks, “You can just go after him, you know.”

“W-What do you mean?” For some reason, Shuichi finds himself blushing as his grip tightens around the can. He follows Kokichi’s lead and takes a large mouthful of noodles so he doesn’t have to speak.

“You look like a kicked puppy,” Maki continues, “You have ever since he left. If you really care that much, go get him that stupid can of ravioli. Or whatever.”

“Really?” Shuichi can’t stop the grin from appearing on his face. He looks down at his food, it’s almost finished. He takes the remaining noodles and quickly eats them, putting the bowl on the ground before standing up, “I’ll be back soon.”

“We’ll travel with you,” Maki corrects, “As long as I don’t have to go near the idiot.”

“Besides, it’s dangerous to go alone,” Kaito grins slightly, eating the last of his food and standing up, “We’re with you to the end sidekick!”

Buoyed by their cheerful spirits, Shuichi quickly heads out. Getting out of the house, he ponders for a few seconds before remembering something. Kokichi talked about the friends he had back at home base, and mentioned one would always bring back bugs. And there was only one place that bugs would really go to; a forest about a two day walk from here. After explaining the plan, they began to set off - moving quickly, but always trying to keep a house within sight. So they could settle down before night-time.

Until eventually, Shuichi spotted him. His immediate reaction was to blush slightly, and then Shuichi let himself grin. Moving quickly towards Kokichi, he raised his voice to call, “Kokichi - wait!”

The figure stopped immediately, as if surprised, before immediately spinning around to face him, a large grin on his face. “So my Shuichi came back to me! Did you decided to abandon those losers for your truuee love?”

“No, I… I came to give you this,” slightly sheepishly, Shuichi held out the can of ravioli. It was still slightly warm, “You forgot it.”

“I knew I’d forgotten something,” Kokichi grinned, spinning the fork before coming much closer to Shuichi. He leaned in slightly closer, until Shuichi could feel Kokichi’s breath on him. He could feel how it was slightly faster than usual, and he could see Kokichi grin. Could see Kokichi prepare his lips slightly, then lean in… and steal the ravioli right out of Shuichi’s hand. “Wow, thank you.”

He seemed to realise how insincere that sounded, and followed it up with, “Genuine thanks, I guess. I’m actually happy about this - kay?”

“Yeah…” Shuichi trailed off for a second, “Sorry if it’s cold.”

“Oh, I was expecting it to be,” Kokichi shrugged, taking one of the ravioli out and beginning to eat it in small, dainty bites.

“What do you mean expecting?” Shuichi asked, “Did you expect me to follow you out to give this back to you?”

“Of course!” Kokichi’s eyes sparkled as he smiled, “Or maybe that was just a lie! Or maybe that was instead!”

“Why… would you take such a risk?” Shuichi stares into Kokichi’s eyes as he asks that. While the world was still normal, people used to say the eyes were the window to the soul. People didn’t have time for that sort of prose anymore, but Shuichi could appreciate the sentiment. Kokichi’s eyes were beautiful…

“Maybe I just wanted to see you again?” A smirk appears on Kokichi’s face as he suggests it. “Now, what do you desire as your reward?”

“My… reward?”

Kokichi holds up one of the pieces of pasta, grinning, “Want some ravioli?”

“No, it’s yours,” but something in Shuichi’s heart sings at the offering, “I couldn’t possibly.”

“You drive a hard bargain Shuichi!” Kokichi declares dramatically, “I guess the only thing I could possibly do to make it even is kiss you as my gift!”

“Wait- kiss me?” Even if it makes Shuichi blush like mad, he still takes a step back. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to kiss… because he does; it’s that for him, everything is moving slightly too fast. No matter how perfect the boy in front of him is.

“Nishishi,” Kokichi rocks slightly on his heels, making space between them again, “I suppose my Shuichi does already have a prize from me…”

“I do?”

Kokichi smiles, this time completely genuine, “Well - you have my heart!”

#danganronpashipmonth2023 #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #saioma month 2023 #saioma fanfic #saioma #saiouma #saiouma fanfic #kokichi x shuichi

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A Prince’s Secrets || Accepting

@areapermostcapricious asked:

☕️ + Fashion. Sipping his own tea, waiting for the response.

There is that strange man setting before him again, a quaint little shop in a part of Wonderland that rumors of the White Devil hadn't reached.

A quaint little shop for a quaint little town that still very much knew the name Lord Makenshi and upon laying eyes on him, he watched that poor girl's face turn sheet white as she nearly dropped the order in her hands. She turned on her heel once she'd delivered said order to the proper customer and raced to the back of the café and he could hear her nervous chatter telling the rest of the staff and the owner -apparently her father - just who had proceeded to wander into their small shop on this very unfortunate day.

The Misterican found his shoulders slumping at the notion as he signed, the mist in his breath striking against the thin metal covering his face and filtering from the heaved notion before it could meet the air. Snow colored brows upturn when she returns to face him, her body infected with tremors as the poor thing finds herself shaking like a leaf. The sound of her heart racing does not go unmissed.

If only she could see the soft sympathetic smile he wears on his lips, but instead she's met with his Sumunaamio and that in and of itself must seem quite imposing.

"Wel-welcome to our shop, Lord Ma-Makenshi. It is an h-h-honor to have - "

She stops short when he raises his hand up to signal to her to do so as he sighs again.

"Please. Please take a breath for a moment and just collect yourself. I am just a customer to you, there is no need for all this formality. I would just like a simple cup of tea and a place to enjoy the quiet. So please, Miss - beg your pardon, what is your name?"

Her face flushes to a bright color as her eyes widen and she freezes for a moment before she finds herself twisting on her own tongue again.

"I - ah - my name - ah - it's - my name is Monika, My Lord."

He sighs again and draws his mask back so she can see the half smile that is hanging on his lips.

"Please, no formalities. I'm just the same as you. In fact, Miss Monika, you can call me by my given name. My name is not Makenshi, please my name is White Cloud. It is my pleasure to meet you."

His head drops to her in a half bow with his hands moving to come together resting with his palms against each other just in front of his middle. She can only stare for a moment, hands fumbling as she tries and fails to mimic the motion. Such a strange greeting and she doesn't completely understand why he does it but she can tell he's showing her some form of respect.

"Ah - yes My Lord - I'm sorry - this way Master White Cloud - there is a table over in the corner that is quite quiet - well - "

But her words are lost as jade eyes are distracted by the sight of that strange man again and he seems to be waving him over… so the Misterican gives her a smile before his mask is resummoned to his face.

"Excuse me, Miss Monika, do you mind if I seat myself? I've found a familiar face you see."

"Ah - of course not - I - I - please sit wherever you like. I'll be over to take your order in a minute."

"I thank you."

He's summoned over to his new company where he takes a moment to take a seat down in front of his new acquaintance. He said that the man was the one setting in front of him but really he's the one setting in front of that strange man. The situation is entirely flipped.

He smiles again at his new company as he lets his mask flood back, as to allow the full range of his expressions to be seen.

"Terve." He sounds with a half nod. "I wasn't expecting to see you again. How have you been faring? I hope you're adjusting to Wonderland well. Better than you were I mean."

It's an honest greeting and he means no offense. Surely there will be idle chatter as he waits for his own tea to be brought to him while they can chat. The last time they met, they didn't really have a chance to speak in full and the prince couldn't deny the fact that the other man interested him.

So he smiles when the hostess brings him his tea and me gives her a polite show of thanks. There is a pause because he even begins to attempt to answer the question posed. A slow sip of the liquid with absolute grace at holding the object. It certainly is proper princely form and his pedigree is showing as he moves. Table manners are just as important when providing a proper first impression.

Setting the cup back down on the saucer that was provided with it, his hand moves, dropping a cube of sugar into the glass and he stirs it in with grace. Only his hand remains slowly and softly stirring the liquid around as he starts to speak.

“It comes in many forms and honestly I don’t have much room to speak on any of them.” He starts plainly looking down for only a moment to watch the liquid spin before jade eyes lift and fix upon the man in front of him just across the table.

“Wonderland is strange, you see. I’ve met many different types of people and many different species of beings. I am not fit to judge any of them for their customs or beliefs and clothing - or well fashion - is highly reflective of one’s culture. Our cultures are all we have left of our homes now. All who live here are considered Wonderlanders by default. I am not a Wonderlander at my core, but with Misterica gone there is nowhere else I can dare title my home. All who live here are in much the same boat. None of us started out as Wonderlanders, we just ended up that way. None of us like it, but it’s the only place we have now. You need to live somewhere, right? You understand, yes?

I think fashion is interesting and it speaks so much about the beings that wear it. It’s such a personal thing both to an individual and as a representation of culture. My counterpart and I - we’re from two completely different worlds, you see. He is from a world known as Windaria and I, Misterica. Our world’s climates were drastically different and how our people functioned in them had much influence on our people’s choices in fashion.

I dress lightly, and show more skin than he would ever dare. He dresses in dark and heavy clothing and there is hardly an inch of visible skin on his person beyond his neck and face, but it’s both personal choice and reflective of our people’s cultures and physiology. I cannot function in high temperature situations, I’m simply not built for the heat and most Mistericans weren’t either. Being as sky bound as we are, we much prefer the cold and the temperature of the sky. We mostly lived above the clouds and when you’re up that high the air has quite the pleasant chill.

My counter on the other hand, Black Wind, comes from a near desert world and his soil bound kin tend to stay closer to the ground. In my opinion, even their forests were sweltering but he would have said our cities were frostbitten if he could have ever seen them. My lack of tolerance in heat is his lack of tolerance in the cold. We’re reversed on most subjects like this I’ve found.

So I have seen human fashion, Fungal fashion, Windarian, Lupian, and so on. It’s all very interesting to see how other species have adapted their form of dress to work with their own make up and the world around them. I really didn’t think I have the room to talk on the reflections of other’s cultures in a world where that culture is all that most of us have left.”

He sounds in a calm voice, matter of fact almost - as if giving a small lesson or explanation. His hand stops absentmindedly stirring the tea before him as he shifts his grip to lift the cup back up to his lips taking a long sip for a moment.

“If I may, why do you ask?”

#areapermostcapricious #ask || inquires of the cloud #meme || A Prince's Secrets #v; A small spot of tea #tw; long post #Topic: Wonderland #topic: The Demon Swordsman #// you can absolutely continue this #topic: Black Wind #Topic: Misterican Culture #topic: Windarian Culture #// translation time -> Terve (TEAR-vey) means Hello in Misterica

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Politeness

A/N - Words, when well used can be as dangerous as a weapon. Here is a request from a friend who wanted to see Alfred and Y/N roasting each other verbally with awful politeness. A bit of Victor x reader too. Hope you’ll like it. 🥰

Gotham city - Wayne's Mansion - 1PM

Truth be told, she had absolutely no idea about what she was doing here. “Would you like some tea, Ms Y/N”, asked the butler of the brat who contacted her, and offered her a fortune if she accepted to hack Wayne’s data base with one of his current employees, Lucius Fox.

She was quite intrigued by the heir’s call to be honest. And the fact that he stole her contact in Gordon’s phone amused her beyond limits. The future king of the city had some good old darkness inside of him after all, a pure Gotham’s product like them all, even Jimbo.

So she indulged him, agreeing to meet him at his manor later that day, and told Victor she was going to have some fun with some handsome rich kid. The sinister glance she earned and the sound of a gun security being lifted made her grin like the psycho woman she knew she was.

But it was too tempting. And the funny reaction had worth it, as well as the mini shooting contest they had before she managed to flee Carmine’s mansion. She was 100% sure to be scold by the old man this evening for the commotion she had created.

“Miss?” Asked again the butler. She snickered, seeing he was losing his patience. He didn’t want to see her here, at all. “Well aren’t you awfully polite my good Sir? Your cute tea offer isn’t as tempting as a good whiskey though, Irish, if you please.” She mocked while mimicking a ridiculous British accent. He scoffed a bit then gave her his more friendly crisped smile. “Someone has to be at least in this room. Concerning the whiskey, maybe it’s a bit too early for a young decent lady to play drunkard ”

Perfectly getting his insult, She faked a shocked face and even pushed the joke with putting her right hand on her heart. “Goodness, what a feisty butler you are Mister...Ah, please excuse me, I didn’t care enough to remember your lovely name. Mind if I call you Mister Tea from now on?” She provoked.

His jaws tensed a bit but he didn’t lose his polite smile. “You’re a bit young for it but maybe you should go to see a doctor in order to check for a possible degeneration. Again, Madam, my name is Alfred Pennyworth.” He sassed. She lifted a brow at his answer and felt a sudden urge to smash his face against the counter. “More plain than Mister Tea, that’s for sure. But quite fitting : old, boring and plain, the perfect British trinity.” She instead decided to answer on the same tone.

He blinked and grab a towel to start cleaning the dishes of his master. “Don’t you have a lovely sharp tongue Madam? You would have made me think of Mary Crowley, if I didn’t hear your foul mouth from outside, fifteen minutes ago.” He fired. She laughed so hard she had to grab the counter to not fall from her seat.

“You sure have some nerves Mr Carson. Don’t you have some valet to terrorized around Downtown instead of playing mind games with me here? By the way, where are your master and Mister Fox?” She sneered.

“Well at least you know your classics, I can see. I am the only one working here, and master Bruce will come in a minute with Mister Fox. Just give them a moment please.” He said flatly. She sighed a bit.

“So, I’ve heard from my master that you’re... qualified in technology and might help us to crack a difficult security system.” He continues. “I’m so glad to see that your ears are still working despite your old age, indeed I am.” She answered with a grin when he frowned at the mention of his age. But he ignored it and asked again: “Is that what you are doing for a living? Hacking companies and selling their datas?”

She snorted loud. Bruce Wayne should have investigated a bit more before calling her. Impatience was dangerous sometimes. Fortunately for him, she wasn’t in a lethal mood right now. She was enjoying herself too much, politely insulting the Butler and vice versa.

“Used to, when I was not much older than your young master. But technology was just at its debuts so I had to develop other skills too for a decent living. But don’t worry, I’m still a queen with a keyboard under my fingers.” She answered.

Alfred stayed silent after her words. He seemed to think a solid minute, eying her regularly then sighed. “You remind me of a young girl my master is friend with. Selina Kyle. You’re much more polite then her, thought, even if it’s just a facade. Do you happen to know her?” He asked.

Y/N blinked once and searched in her memories for a second. “Only heard of her here and there, never had the chance to meet her in person.” She simply said.

Alfred didn’t had the time to speak again, a high-pitched “Oh no. God no! Run, run, run!” resonated from the entry of the kitchen. Y/N turned her head and saw a young pre-teen girl being kept in place by a young boy, and behind them a man in a suit and a reserved demeanor.

She mockingly waved her hand, singing a “Hi”, before turning again to face a confused Alfred. “Looks like she heard of me too”, she laughed while pointing Selina with her index.

“Look, Selina, please...”, tried Bruce, but he was cut by her friend. “No, you look! That woman is dangerous. Not like slightly or moderately dangerous, but utterly dangerous.”, She rushed. “How impolite of you, Selina, She’s also here so you should talk to her directly you know”, said Y/N in a low tone, piercing her with her gaze, her head resting lazily in her right hand.

“I know what you are doing for Falcone and with who!”, said immediately the girl, trying her best to sound as confident as usual. “Now you’re the one being dangerous my sweet.” Y/N cut her, without losing her calm. Her message was pretty clear, and the girl got it perfectly since she shut her mouth and gulped.

“What is she talking about?” Asked Bruce eying the two suspiciously. Y/N saw Alfred moving to grab a knife but was quicker, smashing her palm flat against the blade. “Now, now, we were having so much fun a minute ago, Mister Tea. Don’t spoil our fun with reckless actions.” She then lifted her hand and turned to look at Wayne. “You’re a cute kid, boy. But you don’t pay attention enough to details before doing something. That’s why you are in this situation right now.”

Though, the woman didn’t seem to want to attack him, just watching everyone like an hawk perched on a branch. “Ok, let’s address the elephant miss Kyle so kindly brought in the room. Yes, I am working for Carmine Falcone. Most of the time, but not today. I am here because you”, she pointed at Bruce, “had more guts then many men in the city and called me to help you. Even if you didn’t knew about my identity at this moment, you caught my attention.” She said.

He nodded warily and she felt Alfred still watching her as intensely as she did a minute ago. “I accepted to help you, young Mister Wayne. And I am many things but someone who doesn’t keep her promises. So now the only question that matters is do you still want my help, or not?”

The heir looked inside of her eyes a good solid minute before taking a step in her direction, ignoring Selina calling his name. Then he took another, and another until he was just in front of her and offered her his hand to shake. “If you are certain you are able to crack the system, extract the datas and give them to me without being caught, then I would appreciate your help very much.” He said.

“Master Bruce!” Interjected Alfred, who joined his side and grab his shoulders to put some distance between him and Y/N. But before he could, the woman took the boy’s hand and pulled him to her with so much force he crashed again her plexus. “Let him go this instant!” Demanded the butler, grabbing the knife on the counter.

“Relax, Mister Carson”, she deadpanned, then leaned until her mouth was just next to Bruce ear. “Again, you’re being too impatient, little boy. Think before acting.” She leaned back and saw his deep frown, he didn’t understand what she meant.

“Miss Y/N, we need to be sure that the informations you’ll collect for us will stay inside of this house and never go anywhere else or reach any other ears.” Said for the first time since he entered in the room Lucius, who was watching her carefully.

A light smile flourished on the corner of her mouth and she put her gaze on the boy who seemed to finally got it. “Why did you point it out?” He asked incredulously. Alfred nodded at his question, not understanding himself. Y/N shrugged one of her shoulder.

“Eh, looks like you’ve got a strong charm here Mister Wayne and bewitched me, or maybe it was your lovely butler. You know I like my men like I like my tea, hot and British”, She mocked, earning a big scoff from Alfred.

“Who are you kidding! Your man his a freaking homicidal maniac!” Screamed Selina from the door, making Bruce take an involuntary step back and Alfred lifting his knife. She sighed and leaned on the side to throw her a “really?!” glance. “Girl, be cute and hush until you learn how to stand for yourself and not hissing like an angry cat, 10 meters away from your mark.” Y/N said.

“What is she talking about?” Demanded to know Alfred. Again, the woman shrugged one shoulder. “Nothing you have to worry about. For now”, she grinned. She didn’t let them lose anymore time and put one of her hand in the air in direction of the heir. “Now sweetheart, would you please be a dear and show me where I can start to work?” She mocked a bit.

It took her five good hours and the help of Lucius to finally manage to crack the system and export all Wayne’s datas. “Do you even know what you are looking for my sweet boy?” She asked while unplugging Lucius’ hard drive.

“I’m not sure, irregularities, financial and corporate malpractices...” He answered. She blinked and nodded, lifting from her chair and stretching like a cat. Speaking of one, Selina refused to approach her all along, pouting in a corner.

“Well, young Wayne, I think I’ve done my part here, so out of respect for your time, I’ll take my leave.” She said with a small grin. Bruce nodded softly. “Thank you for your help, Ms Y/N. It was very kind of you.” He said.

She laughed hard at his words. “Kid, you gave me a fortune for that, I did what you’ve paid me for. There is no place for kindness in this city or in business in general. Keep it for your butler or, in a certain measure, for your kitty cat, here”, she pointed. She then turned on her heels to walk to the door, but had to stop when Bruce spoke again. “Say what you want, it was kindness. And I thank you for that.”

She didn’t turn nor made a move to acknowledge his words and get out of the room, letting Alfred guide her to the main doors. She had to raise a brow when he extended his hand between them.

“You are more similar to Mary Crowley than I thought, Ms Y/N... I don’t really know if I appreciate you or not but my young master was right. What you did today was kind. You could have sold the information but you warned him, and for that I humbly want to thank you.” Said the man.

The woman watched his hand a long second before taking it and shaking it. “Don’t act so stiff and sound so dramatic Mister Carson. Know that I, for certain, liked our little chit chat very much, you’re a funny one. Try to stay alive and in shape with your small child-adult master, you two sure are quite the interesting duo.” She said, earning a little scoff.

“Where were you?” Asked a voice from behind her when she entered her room, after a good scolding from Falcone for the shooting between Victor and her in the morning. “Didn’t you stalk me dearest?” She asked mockingly. “Well Don Falcone didn’t want to risk me putting a bullet in your thigh, so he ordered me to let you be for the day.” He said.

She hummed pensively while starting to undress under his heavy gaze. “I told you I was going to a fancy mansion to see a rich heir.” She finally answered, while clicking her tongue when her necklace wouldn’t opened.

Two gloved hands replaced hers but she quickly sized them, before he could do anything. “Will you try to choke me to death like this viper of Liza?” She asked mockingly but with a tint of seriousness in her eyes.

Victor lifted one of his brows and stared at her. “Would prefer to do it with bare hands. To feel your pulse against my palms and your life quitting your body slowly.” He said flatly, freeing his hands and helping her to take the jewel off. “Such a poet, dearest, you definitely know how to make me feel weak in the knees”, she sassed.

Zsasz closed the tiny distance between them, snaking both of his arms around her waist, pressing her against his front and whispered against her ear: “Last time I ask gently, sweetness.” As on cue, she felt a cold blade against her bare skin, which makes her shivered. “Wayne’s manor.” She said, also snaking her arms but around his neck and pressing him even harder against her.

“Oh.” He said. “What for?” The blade wasn’t as much threatening, but she felt it graze her skin softly. “Little hacking job, well paid, should be able to buy tons of fancy suits, jackets, accessories and guns to my lover, he has quite a pronounced taste for luxury, maybe I spoil him too much” She mocked, also grazing her sharp nails against his neck.

She saw his infamous boyish grin before he brutally lifts her, and throw her on the bed, being on her in a second. “And what did you find?” He questioned. She trapped his hips between her thighs and crossed her ankles behind his back. “Nothing interesting for the family.” She simply said without mentioning the details, but it was the truth thought. “The heir and butler were quite endearing. Cute boy, funny and cute old man”, she provoked and had to leaned her head a bit on the right to dodge Victor’s blade which would have cut her left cheek a bit. She couldn’t help herself and chuckled.

He didn’t move it though. In fact he was very still, as a warning sign for her: if what you’re saying next doesn’t please me, you may bleed. She put a hand on his right cheek then slide it behind his neck to guide him against her lips. “Don’t be jealous dearest, I’ll always fall for the bad guy”, She whispered before kissing him hungrily.

Hope you liked it! 🥰

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.4 Tsukinami Shin [TRACK 2]

Original title: カノジョの記憶

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 4 Tsukinami Shin [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Morikubo Shoutaro

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TRACK 2: HER MEMORIES

Shin wakes up.

“...!? This…is my room? I thought I was out on the balcony? When did I head back inside?”

*Rustle*

“...!? Hold up…!? Why are you laying on the floor…!?”

*Rustle*

“Are you asleep…?”

*Rustle*

“Hey…Wake up.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Open your eyes!”

*Rustle*

“She won’t wake up…Don’t tell me, is this why I had such a bad feeling earlier? …Did something happen to her!? ーー Ah, fuck! There’s just no way! Just wake up already!”

You finally wake up.

*Rustle*

“Ah…You wake up. Geez. Don’t cause me extra trouble.”

You seem startled and try to move away.

“Haah…? Excuse me!? Why are you trying to get away!?”

You ask who he is.

“...Haahーー!? I think you’re taking your nonsense a little too far? I won’t let you get away with pretending not to know who I am, not even as a joke. ーー Tsk! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Are you fooling around or something!?”

You continue to try and flee.

*Rustle rustle*

“Once again, why are you trying to get away from me!?”

*Thud*

“...Haah. Could you please give me a break? Have I been too nice to you as of late, I wonder? …Fuck. Behave already! Or do I have to do this to get through to that brain of yours!?”

Shin bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

“...Hah. …Hehe. That was quite the scream. Not bad. Nn…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Hahーー …Heh. All it takes to get you to calm down is suck your blood, huh? I guess you must really love this after all. Are my fangs…really that good?”

You try to mutter a response but your voice barely comes out.

“Heh. Your voice is shaking way too much. I’m afraid I can’t tell what you’re trying to say like that. Nnhーー”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm…”

*Gulp*

“Haah…A valiant effort but…When you say ‘stop’, you actually mean ‘keep going’, right? So, I won’t stopーー”

*Rustle*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh…!”

*Gulp*

“Hah…”

You push him away.

*THUD*

“...Ah! …Ahaha…You really sent me flying. …I believe it’s time to cut it out with the games, don’t you think? …Or do you want to upset me for real?”

All color fades from your complexion.

“...? …Hold on. Why are you so terrified? I threaten you like this all the time, don’t I? …Yet your behavior reminds me of back when we had only just met. …Hey, there’s something off about you.”

You call Shin out for being the weird one.

“...Hah? How am I the weird one?”

You explain.

“H-Haah…!? I’ve sucked your blood many times before, remember? So why are you noーー …!! Don’t tell me…You weren’t just fooling around and…You actually have no idea who I am?”

You nod.

“Wha…!? Amnesia…? …!! How much do you remember!? Like about yourself?”

You shake your head.

“...I see. Nothing, huh? Ah, I’m not doubting your story or anything! I know better than anyone else that you’re not the kind of girl who’d lie about this. In other words…You’ve actually lost your memories. …Hah. Hahaha…I see. Right now, you’ve forgotten everything about me. Including the fact that I’m a Founder, as well as why the two of us are here together…Haha…Haahー …To hell with this!”

*Thud*

“I will never…let you get away with forgetting about me…Come on, stand!!”

*Rustle rustle*

“Don’t make a fuss! If you don’t behave and come with me…Who knows what I might do to you? I might just…kill you. A girl who won’t obey means absolutely nothing to me after all. Might not be a bad idea.”

You flinch.

“...Che. I was careless. I don’t know how we got into this mess but…I’ll definitely make you remember everything.”

Shin drags you away.

*TIMESKIP*

*THUD*

“Ugh!”

*Rustle*

“Stay there and don’t move, okay? No point in trying to run.”

Shin turns on the shower head.

*Pshhhhh*

“...Shut up and just wait! ーー I guess cold water will do? I’m sure that’ll help clear your mind.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh…I told you there’s no point in trying to run, remember!?”

*Thud*

“...I can’t have you forget about me. So I will make sure you recall everything, no matter what…”

Shin sprays cold water on you.

*PSHHHHHHH*

“Come on! This should help give your brain a wake-up call, right!? Remember anything yet!?”

*Splash*

“Standing there while shaking like a leaf doesn’t answer my question! But well, judging from the looks of it, nothing has changed, huh? Fuck…It’s not enough yet?”

He turns up the water pressure.

*PSHHHHHHH*

“Ugh…Come on…Hurry up…and remember me! Hey!!”

*Rustle*

“...Why are you crouching down on the floor? I’m asking you a question! ーー So lift your face and look at me!”

*Rustle*

“...Tell me you’ve remembered everything. Come on!!”

Your eyes widen in horror.

“What’s with that expression, huh? Why are you so goddamn terrified!?”

*Thud*

“Ugh…I can’t believe you still won’t remember me after all of that…Cut the crap already. I guess this method is more effective on you after all?”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Shut up! Don’t cry like a baby just because I pulled your hair a little! …Here, take a look at your nape. It’s littered with my bite marks, see? Your whole body is covered with proof that you belong to me. Yetーー! …Fuck!!”

Shin bites you intensely.

“Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahーー! …Heh! Oh come on, it’ll stop being painful before you know it! …Nnh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm…Nnh…! Hehe…I was worried the taste of your blood would be back to what it was like when we first met but…Seems like that one’s still fine. Haah…If that was the case, I’d probably be scattering your ashes just about now. Nnhーー!!”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah…”

*Gulp*

“Hah…Ugh…Heh! The reason I can suck your blood without issues now, is because I religiously sucked it for days on end…! Heh…I’ve even sucked your blood from this ear of yours before…”

Shin bites your ear.

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh…Nnh…! …Hah. At first you winced in pain like you are right now, but it did not take long for you to start yearning for me. Ughーー!”

*Rustle*

“Your chest…your belly…and even your legs…Ughー! There’s not a single spot left untouched by me on your entire body…Hah…”

*Rustle*

“I’ve sucked your blood from your fingertip plenty of times before too, haven’t I?”

*Sluuuurp*

“Exactly…Just like that…You’d react ecstatically no matter where I bit you…I’m sure you should be well aware…of who you belong to as well. …Yet you had the nerve to forget about me!!”

You frown.

“For the millionth time, don’t give me that looーー”

*BZZZZZT*

“ーー Ugh…! Kuh…Ah…Ow…This headache again…Fuck…Ugh…Fuck, FUCK…!!”

Shin collapses.

*Thud*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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Sparkles - Harry Styles

happy new year folks! this is my NYE gift for all of you, hope 2021 will treat you well and see you soon with hopefully a lot of content! thank you for being here with me this year, 2020 was an emotional ride for me, but tumblr remained my happy place. thank you for all the support you showed me and my art this year, cheers to a new one! enjoy this little soon-to-be-dad!harry piece as celebration

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Harry finishes up the last touch on the virgin mojitos, adorning his work he did with the sugar-coated edge of the glass, feeling quite proud how he nailed it. He softly hums along the music that’s flowing from the record-player as he cleans up after himself, leaving the kitchen spotless, just when he hears his name called out.

“Harry? Can you help me?” Y/N’s voice comes from their shared bedroom and he is quick to drop everything to come to her rescue.

“Coming!”

He shuffles into the room, finding his very pregnant wife sitting on the edge of their bed, her favorite pair of heels at her feet that go well with the loose dress she is wearing. She has ditched wearing anything tight a while ago, feeling way more comfortable in baggy clothes since her bump started showing. He never tried to convince her to wear her usual clothes, he has read enough to know how much she goes through with her body image during pregnancy, so he just always wanted to make sure she feels comfortable over fashionable. Also, she looks breathtakingly beautiful to him regardless of what she is wearing. Or what she is not wearing…

Her eyes lift up to him as he appears in the room, she is leant back on one arm behind her while her other hand is cupping her bump.

“Can you please help me put them on?” she pouts and Harry is on his knees in front of her without a second thought. It’s not the first time she struggles to put her shoes on, but Harry doesn’t mind helping her do such mundane things, if anything, it just makes him feel involved, like he is able to take just a tiny part of the hard side of pregnancy away even if it’s just as small as putting on her shoes or shaving her legs in the parts where she can’t reach anymore.

“You sure you’ll be fine in heels all night, baby?” he asks, carefully sliding her slightly swollen feet into the heels, but they luckily still fit.

“Already packed a change, don’t worry,” she grins, her hand running up and down her stomach as Harry finishes up the task. Smirking up at her he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her bump, cupping the sides in his palms. Though he can’t wait to finally meet their little baby girl in just three short weeks, he gotta admit he’ll miss the bump.

Over the course of this pregnancy, he has grown to love this state of the woman he is in love with. See her go through the changes, experience new things and grow a new life in her own body, it’s been a privilege to be by her side through the journey and Harry can’t wait to see her do it again whenever the time is going to be right.

Standing up he helps her to her feet, she smoothes out the soft fabric of the dress that reaches just above her knees.

“You look amazing, baby,” he smiles, kissing her lips softly.

“Thank you. What time is it, should we leave?”

“Let’s drink our cocktails and then we can leave,” Harry nods. They move out to the kitchen and she squeals in happiness seeing the mojitos she requested from him earlier.

“These look so nice!” she gasps doing a little happy dance as she takes the one Harry hands her. “Is yours alcohol free too?”

“Of course.”

“You know you can drink, right? I don’t mind it.”

“I know. But I don’t want to,” he smiles down at her, clinking his glass against hers. “Cheers, baby.”

She smiles up at him stealing a quick kiss before they both taste the drink.

“Mm, this is amazing, H,” she nods to herself, gulping from the cocktail again and again.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Yes. Can’t wait to have one with actual alcohol in it,” she smirks making him chuckle. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head before chugging down his own drink.

Not so much later they get in the car and head over to one of their friends’ New Year’s Eve party they’ve been invited to. Harry was hesitant to accept the invitation at first, knowing well she would be close to full term at this point, but she seemed too excited to go out, something she hasn’t done too much lately. Pregnancy has made her way too tired most of the time to even leave the house, her natural habitat became their king sized bed, wearing mostly Harry’s jumpers with just her knickers.

Upon arriving to the party that’s held in a penthouse, Harry keeps a hand on her lower back at all times, making sure she is okay, whether it’s about needing something to drink, to eat or if she decides to change her shoes. That happens quite fast, barely over an hour into the evening Y/N makes her way to one of the plush couches and Harry gladly helps her get rid of the torturous heels and put on her ballerina shoes.

It’s past eleven when he first lets her out of his sight, only so she could go to the bathroom, though he asks if she needs help with that as well.

“I think I’ll manage,” she smiles at him, hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.

His eyes cautiously follow her disappear down one of the hallways, nursing the same soda he opened an hour ago. He returns his attention to the conversation they were in before her leaving and barely notices that she is taking way too long in the bathroom. When he realizes that she hasn’t returned, he excuses himself from the little group to go and find his wife. Dodging anyone who tries to pull him into another conversation, he makes his way down the hallway he last saw Y/N waddle away. It’s not his first time here, so he knows exactly where to find the bathroom, however, his eyes fall on something that diverts from his destination.

Walking past one of the many bedrooms, he notices an all too familiar pair of slightly swollen feet propped up on the edge of a bed through the door that’s ajar and a smile falls on his lips right away as he pushes it further open. Lying comfortably on top of the king sized bed, there is Y/N resting on her side, the only position she can sleep these days, hugging one of the giant pillows to herself, snoozing adorably.

Harry knew she would get tired way too early, though she was convinced it wouldn’t be a problem, staying up past midnight, yet here she is, sleeping the night away while the party is still buzzing outside. Her shoes are abandoned at the leg of the bed, purse tossed to the nightstand and Harry swears she probably came in to just lie down for a bit because her back was starting to hurt, but eventually fell asleep.

Walking inside he closes the door behind him, the bedside lamp illuminating the room enough for him to navigate to the other side of the bed as he kicks his shoes off. He couldn’t care less about all the people outside, it doesn’t matter that they probably should be out there mingling, right now he just wants to hold his pregnant wife and have a nap with her, regardless of the fact that they might miss midnight.

As soon as he lies down behind her, his arm circles around her, hand coming to rest just above her popped out belly button and though he tried to be as careful as possible, she still wakes up, blinking at him over her shoulder a little groggily.

“Harry? I fell asleep,” she whispers, partially to herself, rather than to him.

“I know baby. It’s alright.”

“M’sorry, I just came in here to have a breather, but I just felt so tired,” she adds, yawning into her words at the end.

“Don’t worry. Wanna stay a little longer or do you wanna go out?”

“How much time do we have until midnight?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows before her eyes go wide. “Wait, did I sleep through midnight?”

“No, you didn’t,” he chuckles softly, kissing her shoulder. “Want me to set an alarm for us?”

“Please,” she nods, dropping her head back to the pillow. He fishes his phone out of his back pocket, setting an alarm ten minutes before midnight so they have a little over twenty minutes to rest before they have to emerge from their temporary bedroom.

Dropping the phone behind him to the mattress, he places back his palm to her bump, gently caressing it as she leans back against his body, enjoying the warm embrace of him. They both doze off soon, the party outside is long forgotten as they enjoy some alone time, but those twenty minutes go by faster than they wanted it to and they are shaken up from their shallow sleep by the sound of his phone’s alert.

“Ah fuck,” he slurs, blindly tapping around the mattress behind him until his hand finally finds the phone and he turns it off.

“Why am I so tired?” she breathes out rolling to her back, staring up at the ceiling with sleepy eyes. Harry’s eyes wander down on her body and he can’t help the smile forming on his lips seeing her bump towering high. He is still struggling to wrap his head around the fact that there’s a tiny baby girl in there, his baby girl.

“Because you are growing our baby. That needs a lot of energy,” he mumbles kissing her tummy softly, running his hand up and down on it.

“Do you think she’ll look more like you or me?” she asks excitedly, tangling her graceful fingers through his hair as he presses his cheek gently against the side of her bump.

“I hope she’ll take more after you,” he smiles at her.

“Really?”

“Of course. But like, with a hint of me,” he adds, making her chuckle.

“I want her to have your eyes. I love them,” she muses and reaching out she runs a finger delicately through his left eyebrow, bringing it down the side of his face until it reaches his lips. He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the pad of her finger, tugging her smile wider with the softness of his actions.

They hear the buzzing increase outside, so they figure the countdown is close. Though the both know they should be heading out to be with the rest of the guests, neither of them moves.

“I’m a little afraid though,” she whispers as the smile falls from her lips.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’ll be weird that it won’t be just the two of us anymore.”

“Do you… regret…?” he implies hesitantly, a little afraid of her answer even though he knows it.

“Of course not,” she breathes out with a soft smile. “I wanted this. We both wanted, right?” Harry nods at her question. “I just… I’m a little afraid we will lose… us. You know what I mean?”

“I think I do,” he nods again, pushing himself up before he scoots closer, caging her between his arms on the bed as he holds himself up above her. “And I promise you I will never stop working on us. I’ll try my best to keep these sparkles alive for as long as we live.”

“So you still feel the sparkles?” she asks with a shy smile, hands sliding to the back of his neck as she starts playing with his curls.

“Of course I do,” he smirks.

“Even after spending five years with me, you still haven’t gotten bored of me?”

“I could never,” he chuckles shaking his head dramatically, making his curls brush against her forehead.

“Yeah?” she giggles. “Not even when I’m making you watch Big Hero 6 for the millionth time?”

“Not even then,” he assures her. He could never say no to her pouty look whenever she is trying to make him watch it again, because it’s her favorite Disney movie of all times. If anything, he cherishes the moments when she is all cuddled up to his side and quotes the lines perfectly, eyes shining so brightly. He would do anything to make her happy.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The countdown begins outside, yet they still don’t move. Staring at each other, they preserve this precious moment, one of the last ones where they are on their own. Her hands go to cup his cheeks, her thumb running along the soft skin under his eyes.

“I love you. So much,” he breathes out, closing his eyes for a short moment to enjoy her soft touch.

“Seven! Six! Five! Four!”

“I love you too,” she whispers, getting lost in his eyes once they lock on hers again.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year, my love. I can’t wait to see what this year brings for us.”

“Happy New Year, baby,” she smiles, pulling him down for a sweet and appreciative kiss, the first one of the year.

They drag the moment a little longer, enjoying the sparkles that are still clearly there, before they pull back, grinning at each other like crazy.

“We should head back, don’t we?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Can we leave soon though? I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“Of course,” he chuckles pecking her lips one last time before he scoots to the edge of the bed to get off of it.

“Harry?” she calls out and when his eyes return to her frame, she is still lying in the same position.

“Love, we really shouldn’t stay any longer in here,” he huffs, eyes soft on her, but she shakes her head.

“It’s not that. I think… I think I need some help getting up,” she admits chuckling.

“Oh right,” he mumbles shuffling over to her side to grab her hands and gently pull her up until she sits on the edge of the bed. He kneels down without a second thought, putting on her shoes, making her smile. “There,” he breathes out, helping her to her feet. She circles her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible with her bump.

“You are going to be such an amazing dad, Harry,” she breathes out kissing him delicately.

“I hope so,” he chuckles nervously, his hands squeezing her hips gently. “Come on, let’s schmooze a little longer so we can go home and sleep.”

“That’s the best thing you said tonight,” she sighs dramatically, making his eyes go wide.

“Oh really? That was the best?”

“Just kidding!” she chuckles pinching his cheek before adding in a mumble: “Kinda.”

“You’re lucky you are pregnant, I wouldn't let this slide otherwise,” he shakes his head, taking her hand as they head towards the door.

“Oh, but you love me too much to get mad at me, right?”

Smirking he opens the door and holds it open for her.

“I do love you a lot.”

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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Overprotective - Hawks x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: hi ! if you don’t mind could i request something for hawks?? you can do it as a oneshot or hcs (which ever works for you). basically my idea was that the reader and him work together but reader gets injured. its not even that bad maybe just like a deep cut on their or something but people come to load them into the ambulance and hawks is just in protective birb mode. mans has his wings around them and is glaring at anyone near and reader is just like “pls i just need to get stitches then i’ll be fine dummy”. protective hawks just makes my heart go hnnnggghhh,,

A/n: fun fact of the day, protective Hawks also make my heart go S;DFJLASDFLJA;SDJFA, I love him sm, like he's such a bastard but he's an amazing bastard yk? I mean just look at how absolutely dumb and adorable he looks in the banner❤️ Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!!!

🖤❤️🖤

“Hawks, the situation has gotten a little bit out of hand, they can use an extra hero out there.” One of Keigo’s assistants informed him over the phone.

Before he even replied, he flew quickly over to the site, “I’m already here. Who’s on duty right now?” Keigo released some of his feathers to rescue some civilians, and listen in on whatever ruckus was happening.

“Kamui Woods and H/n, but their quirks aren’t the best fo-” Keigo didn’t even let the woman behind the phone finished before quickly turning off his phone and sending even more of his feathers to scan the area for you.

If he was called in for backup, that meant you and Kamui Woods weren’t able to contain the villain very well. Or it could mean both of you were injured far beyond being able to defeat it. His mind raced trying to listen in on every corner of the danger zone.

The villain wasn’t exactly incredibly destructive or murderous, he was just a criminal with a rather pesky quirk. Being able to create spikes wherever his skin touched and on his hands, led to a lot of bystanders in the busy area getting injured, both Kamui Woods and you, were rather overwhelmed.

“Woods, rescue the civilians, I’ll try to ambush him.” From one of his feathers, he could hear your voice and pinpointed your location before swiftly flying over there.

His eyes landed on yours, and for a brief second, you faltered in your position, rather shocked at seeing Keigo there. This small shock led your ambush to completely failing, the man had enough time to react to your attack.

The spikes on his hands were directed to slash your chest, if it wasn’t for a red feather quickly pushing you back, your chest would’ve been a giant gash by now. Keigo flew down and quickly apprehended the man with his feathers quite easily. Making you slightly scoff behind him.

“Always got to show off huh?” he looked back at you with a small smirk, only for it to immediately falter when he saw your right hand on your shoulder. Blood dripping from your fingers.

“Birdie, I thought you completely dodged it?!” Keigo walked over to you eyes glued on the wound, wings rather puffed up from worry.

“He can extend his spikes you know?” Since Keigo was still looking pretty alarmed, you tried calming his nerves down, “Love, it's literally nothing. I get worse injuries all the time, it’ll probably take 2 stitches and that’s it. I am a bit tired from all the fucking running though.”

You said the last words in a more joking manner and started to head over to an ambulance to get your wounds treated and transported to a hospital to check for any further damage.

That was your plan, before Keigo suddenly picked you up from the ground, his wings taking flight immediately.

“Oi Keigo what the FUCK are you doing?!?!??!?” You yelled, being completely shocked at the fact that a second ago your feet touched the ground, now there was no ground to be seen.

“Who knows if the people in the ambulance were actually working with the thief.”

At this point you were flabbergasted, this man picked you off your feet just because of a deep cut in your SHOULDER, not even your legs, and didn’t want you to deal with paramedics because he was scared of them being the thief’s accomplices.

“You are literally making zero sense.” You let out an exasperated sigh knowing full well Keigo isn’t letting you go any time soon.

Finally arriving at the hospital, Keigo was literally on your tail the entire time. Even when going up to the desk to explain what happened to when you had to explain the circumstances you were in (those circumstances being you didn’t get to the paramedics on sight because of a certain hero).

When one of the nurses came to bring you to another room, Keigo followed once again.

“Excuse me, sir, we need to bring you to a different room to do a check-up on you.” There were a few scratches here and there from the previous fights before your skirmish with the villain. But he completely ignored the nurse. Only fluffing up his wings even more.

“Sir?” “Oh, I’m incredibly sorry, I’d like to say with my little birdie over there.” Keigo gestured towards you who’s being led to sit on a bed before getting stitches.

He came over to stand next to you and hold your hand in his.

“Babe, I’m literally a pro hero, I’ve gotten stitches more times than I can count. It's ok.” You tried reassuring him. Codeword: tried.

When the doctor came in with her tools, Keigo literally glared daggers at her. The room felt like it dropped a couple of degrees and you can feel the doctor getting slightly nervous from the dangerous glare of the rather intimidating hero.

Who wouldn’t be intimidated when an extremely popular hero’s lover was being treated by you?

“Ok no I’m not doing this, babe wait outside.” Keigo immediately looked at you with an offended expression. As if you just insulted him and all of his ancestors before him, “You’re literally intimidating the poor doctor, this will take about 15 minutes and then you can come back in.”

You kept a stern tone to him and he dejectedly, like a child after getting scolded by his mother, walked out the room. Leaving the ‘suspicious’ (at least to him) doctor and you alone.

15 minutes had passed and when the doctor left the room, she was immediately met with the menacing glares of the fastest hero, “They’re ok right?” The doctor stammered trying to answer him, “Uhhh yeah, yeah she’s fine. Its, it's not that deep.”

After answering she immediately paced away from Keigo who was already entering your room.

He took a seat beside your bed laid his head on the crook of your uninjured shoulder, wings lightly fluttering from the joy he was feeling. He had the biggest dopey smile you had ever seen.

“Your wings look really fluffy right now.” You remarked reaching out to caress some of his feathers. They were incredibly soft despite how dangerous of weapons they can be when he wanted them to.

“I was worried, am I not allowed to worry for my incredible birdie?” He cooed to you before wrapping his hands around your waist, peppering kisses all over your face. Causing you to giggle and lightly push him away.

“I’m a pro hero you know, I know when to ask for help.” You held up the feather necklace Keigo gave you, showing you technically could signal him to come to your aid any time if you needed to, “You don’t need to worry about me, pretty boy.”

The dopey smile somehow grew much more into a heartwarming one. He climbed onto the hospital bed, snuggling with you on it, was it slightly uncomfortable? Sure. But you wouldn’t have to stay here for that long anyway, so why not just have a little calming cuddle session.

Keigo, feeling your head on his chest, his hand tangling itself on your hair, and his other hand holding firmly on your waist, reminded himself. You will be okay. He doesn’t always need to baby you. You’re perfectly capable of doing things.

“Hey, birdie?” You hummed in reply, “Sorry for how weird I acted.” You snorted, weird was an understatement.

“It was cute seeing you overprotective though.” With that Keigo’s laughter filled your ears. Like a soft calming tune.

It was weirdly serene, bandages all over your left shoulder, the sun lightly setting, and an amazing man (bird? Man-bird?) in your arms.

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fandom-imagines · 3 years

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A bad case of jealousy

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Jealous!Hanzo x Jealous!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Like one swear word.

“Isn’t he incredibly handsome?” One of the new recruits whispered as three of them entered the room. “I mean even the way he dresses is handsome.”

“He really is,” another chimed in, a lovesick look gracing their features.

Y/N watched the group for a little while longer, genuine interest sparking within her as to who they were discussing.

“Hey, Genji,” she leant over to the cyborg, whispering in his ear so that nobody around the pair was able to hear her question. “Who are they talking about? Do you know?”

“I believe it to be my brother. They were swooning over him practicing his archery skills. It was quite amusing if I do say so myself.”

“Oh,”

Noticing the sudden change in behaviour of his close friend, he decided to somewhat comfort her. “I could be wrong though.”

Wordlessly, the girl nodded before standing up and leaving the room.

A tense feeling overcame Hanzo as the latest recruits, who he had not had the unfortune of speaking to yet, stood in the corner of the room giggling to one another as they stared at him yet again.

He had noticed them the first time they were there, inwardly rolling his eyes at their childish antics; it was almost as though they believed he did not notice their attraction to him and the way they would whisper compliments about him.

“I hear he’s single,” he caught the voice of the smallest recruit. “Maybe I should try and win his heart.”

“I heard he doesn’t get attached. Maybe I could change that?” Another said, shooting him a smile which he barely caught, attention being focused on the bow in his hand.

“No way! Surely it would be me,” the final girl spoke. “I hear he likes someone; it has to be me.”

Her final words shocked him, confused as to how somebody knew that he had taken a liking to somebody. Perhaps it was a mere rumour, or even a lie at that, but everything has some truth to it.

Too deep in his thoughts about the supposed rumour, Hanzo did not notice the girls gradually getting closer until one had their hand on him.

“Hello!” She said a little too eagerly, a bright smile on her face. “What is a man like yourself doing alone in a place like this?”

“Practicing,” came his curt response, praying that the trio would leave soon enough.

None of them seemed discouraged by his unwillingness to converse with them, however. In fact, they seemed delighted that he had even spoke to them.

“Well, do you need some help with that?” Another girl attached herself to the archer, reaching for his bow to ‘help’, but he moved it out of reach before she could touch it.

“I am quite alright, thank you.”

A look of excitement covered her face as she realised that he had said more to her than her friend, something that was an achievement to her.

As the flirting continued, Hanzo couldn’t help but notice a familiar bunch of Y/H/C-hair enter the practice zone, one he quite enjoyed seeing. However, she didn’t stay long, a shocked look filling her face at the sight of three girls clinging to him. He had never seen somebody leave so fast.

“Excuse me,” Hanzo quickly excused himself, brushing off their touch before leaving the zone in search of Y/N.

“Genji, have you perhaps seen Y/N recently?” Hanzo asked his younger brother as he seated himself opposite him.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “Not since this morning. Why’d you ask?”

“No reason,” and with that Hanzo excused himself yet again to continue his search for the girl.

It didn’t take him long to find her. She was seated outside, leaning against a tree with her head rested on her bent knees, seemingly deep in thought.

“Y/N,” Hanzo’s deep voice caught her attention, pulling her from said thoughts.

“Hanzo,” she greeted with a polite, and forced, smile.

Hanzo hesitated for a moment, unsure as what to say.

“Forgive me,” was all he could think of.

His words confused the girl, her head tilting in confusion. “For what?”

“You should not have witnessed the scene in the practice range. It was irresponsible of me to allow it to him.”

“Why? It’s not like we’re together or anything. You didn’t want that, and I respect that. You’re welcome to flirt and see who you wish, Hanzo. It’s quite alright.”

Hanzo almost winced at the hurt in her words, guilt filling his body knowing that he was the cause of this. Both the hurt of telling her he did not wish to date her, as well as allowing the trio to flirt with him.

“I-“ Hanzo was cut off by Y/N standing up.

“Like I said, Hanzo. You’re welcome to flirt and date who you please. You rejected me, and that’s alright. I wish you the best with which ever of the three you choose.” And with that she left.

With a guilty look at her back, Hanzo regretted ever telling her he did not wish to date her. Not only was it a complete lie, but he also lost her friendship that day, preventing awkwardness and so.

“Genji, I have a mission with Hanzo and only Hanzo,” Y/N sighed, resting her head on Genji’s lap which was more comfortable than one could imagine.

His hand unconsciously lifted itself to her hair, running his hand through it which was common between them.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Y/N/N. What could possibly go wrong?” He replied.

“I suppose you’re right,”

“Of course I am,”

The trip to where Y/N and Hanzo were to go was an awkward one. Neither of the pair spoke to each other, silently avoiding looking at the other. It was painful.

Once they checked into the hotel, there was a short walk to the room, both ready to settle in for the night; it was freezing outside, a snowstorm taking place.

“Oh,” Y/N’s voice rang throughout the room. “There’s only one bed.”

Panic overtook both of them.

“I shall take the floor, it is not bother.”

Y/N shot him a look as though he was stupid. “Hanzo, it’s freezing. You will surely freeze to death before anything. It’s fine, we can share.”

A blush covered both their cheeks at her words, one they both desperately attempted to hide.

“I’ll go get changed,”

Y/N silently cursed herself for bringing only shorts and a vest. Had she known a snowstorm would be taking place, she would have taken something warmer. She was already freezing.

“Are you going to be okay sleeping like that?” Hanzo asked upon seeing her sleepwear. “Not that I was looking or anything! I just worry…”

Shivering, Y/N responded. “Hopefully I don’t freeze to death. Let’s just go to bed.”

Hanzo simply nodded in agreement.

Neither of them knew how much time had passed, only that they couldn’t sleep. Y/N was both too cold and nervous, and Hanzo was nervous.

“Hanzo,” her use of his name caught his attention. “This is really awkward, but can you cuddle me. I’m freezing.”

Hanzo, whose eyes had widened immensely, shuffled closer to her as he wordlessly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body close to him in an attempt at providing some warmth to the freezing girl, something in which he succeeded. Within minutes the pair fell asleep, enjoying the others contact; the awkwardness of the following morning was something they hadn’t thought of.

Waking up tangled with Hanzo was something Y/N had imagined many times, but never had expected to happen. Eyes wide, she couldn’t apologise more.

“It is quite alright, Y/N. You most likely would have gotten sick otherwise,”

“I suppose that’s true. But I’m still sorry, that must have been uncomfortable for you.”

“Not at all,” he admitted with reddening cheeks.

“Welcome back guys!” Genji cheered upon the arrival of his brother and best friend. “How was the mission?”

“It was fine,” came Y/N’s awkward response, pushing past Genji with an apologetic look whilst Hanzo simply nodded in agreement.

“Did something happen?”

“It does not matter.”

Downing another shot, Y/N turned to her two drinking partners: McCree and Genji.

“I have decided,” she slurred. “I am going to get over Hanzo!”

“Yes you are!” An also drunk McCree cheered, patting her on the back. “What’s the plan? I’m always open to help.” He jokingly winked, stroking her hair.

“I will go flirt with the guy who has been buying me drinks all night.”

“You go girl!” Jesse cheered again as he watched his ex Blackwatch co-worker head towards another man.

“I think she may have forgotten we invited Hanzo to join us later,”

Hanzo, much to everyone’s surprise, did in fact join everyone at the bar an hour later. He had no plans of drinking, simply enjoying everybody’s company. But one was missing.

“Where is Y/N?” He asked, glancing towards the cyborg and cowboy who shared a nervous glance.

Both of them knew about Y/N and Hanzo’s feelings, but they also knew how Hanzo had rejected her, quite harshly at that.

“Uhm-“

It was then that Hanzo caught sight of the girl who was standing to leave with another man who had his arm around her waist, his lips on her neck as she giggled.

His two friends stared at him, searching for a reaction which they didn’t have the pleasure of seeing. Instead they witnessed him standing up, almost running towards the door which they had just left through.

“Y/N!” He called out to the girl who was about to climb into a cab. “Wait,” the desperation and determined look on his face was what made her stop in her tracks.

“What is it?” A wide-eyed Y/N asked, watching the man rush towards her.

“I must confess something,” he swallowed. “I am in love with you.”

“I’m sorry what?” She felt the mans arm drop from her waist, clearly getting angry at this strangers sudden confession.

“Look man, go find another girl to spout lovey-dovey crap too, this one is taken.” He snarled, too drunk to notice how easily he would lose a fight against Hanzo if it came to it.”

Hanzo simply brushed off his comment. “I said no out of fear of hurting you, but I seemed to do so by doing that. I never wished to hurt you, that is the last thing I would ever want to do. The truth is, I am too worried that you would not like me if you were to be in a relationship with me, it would hurt me too much to lose you.”

Frozen in shock, Y/N was unsure as to what to do, how to react.

“Hanzo I-I don’t know what to say.”

“It is okay if you do not wish to reply. I shouldn’t have said anything, I apologise sincerely.” He apologised, visibly deflated as he turned to leave.

“Hanzo wait!” The previous man was forgotten, her hand reaching to grab Hanzo’s own to prevent him from leaving.

“I love you too,”

A soft smile graced his lips as he took her hand in his own, attention solely on her.

“I am glad,”

His smile simply widened as Y/N raised a hand to his cheek, holding it in her hand as she placed a short kiss on his lips, pulling away to gaze into his eyes which held nothing but pure adoration.

“I love you, and I’ll always love you.”

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Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde (1/?)

Part One: The introduction

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader meets a mysterious stranger at the library during a book club meeting.

Part Two, Part Three

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A/N: Hey Heyyy! This is my first Dom!Spencer fic in so long!!! My last one was also funnily enough for a fic swap as is this one! I had @aperrywilliams for the fic swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins. I had so much fun writing this one- it’s based on a prompt that I got from @andiebeaword and @spencers-dria helped me by guiding me with the book club idea- with a little twist! I am considering making this a series, if y’all are interested PLEASE let me know- I really want to because I had so much fun writing this. Thanks to all y’all for reading and requests are open!!

Warnings: 18+, Dom Spencer, Public Sex (is anyone that surprised??), Impact Play, Post Prison Spencer, Use of the nickname Doctor during sex, Spencer is a brat tamer, Spencer is morally ambiguous but doesn’t do anything explicitly immoral

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As soon as you walked in through the large wooden doors it felt like history hit you over the head with a book. Even though it was on the small side for a library it still probably held more books than a normal public library, almost every wall was adorned with built-in shelves stacked from bottom to top with old books. They ranged in every subject you could think imaginable, from every point in history imaginable, and from every point of view that was imaginable. When you had first discovered this place it had felt like you had been transported to another world. You were surprised that more people didn’t know about this old library nestled in the corners of D.C, it was just sitting there idly watching as history passed by day by day, while it sat writing down all its secrets.

A meeting of the classics was scrawled on the standing white board you saw right when you walked into the library. A meeting of the classics from 7pm to 11:30 in reading room C were the exact words, you didn’t even really need to read them as you had been looking forward to this event for weeks.

You made your way down to the reading room that was specified, only encountering a few stragglers similar to yourself on the way down. You were somewhat new to the events that this library ran, only coming to the past four months. It was quickly becoming your favorite thing to do every month.

There was always a theme to each of the parties, ranging from different eras of history, specific novels, and including things that were open to interpretation. Tonight’s theme was as stated on the white board, a meeting of the classics, which had been described as “Pick your favorite literary icon from a classic novel and dress up as them.”

You had decided to not pick a character from a classic novel, but rather an author, Mary Shelly. You based your entire look on the iconic writer of Frankenstein (with a twist of course) because it had been your favorite novel as a child, it still was your favorite novel.

Once you had made it into the large reading room you took in the full room like you did every week. People were dressed as many outlandish characters, with some being more difficult to decipher than others. As you walked around the reading room you could feel the eyes of another on you.

You could feel his stare following you intently as you walked around mingling with the others that you had met before. The eyes belonged to a man you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, a man dressed as someone instantly recognizable, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. What other iconic character would be split down the middle, half innocent doctor and half evil alter ego.

Even behind the costume you could tell how attractive the man was. He was extremely tall and lanky, with deep brown eyes and the fluffiest brown hair you had ever seen.

“Who’s that?” You asked the married lady and gentlemen dressed up as Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Maybe it was shameful that you didn’t know their actual names, but you guess that’s what some people want when they come to an event like this

“That’s Dr. Spencer Reid, he hasn’t been here for a while and he sometimes misses things because of work. You didn’t hear it from me, but I heard he got in trouble with the law, that’s why he hasn’t been here for almost six months.” Her gossipy voice was drenched in fake sugar that made you gag on the inside. You still did appreciate her information as it gained you the name of the man who couldn’t stop staring at you like he was trying to figure you out.

“Must not have been that bad if he’s already out now, or maybe he’s innocent.” Ms. Bennet shrugged her shoulders at that. You may have even been naive to not heed her warning, but the idea of getting to know the mysterious fluffy haired man that had been staring at you all night was too intriguing for you to ignore.

“Who are you?” The mysterious man asked when he finally decided to approach you instead of staring at you from across the room.

Trying to maintain the same level of mystery as the man had you dodging his question with a simple redirect, “Who’s asking?”

“I thought it was quite obvious who I was.” He was right it was obvious, but why would you let him know that despite the fact that you knew what character he was you could tell the man underneath was the real mystery of it all.

“You’re the one who is not obvious.” The back and forth you had already picked up with him was thrilling, you sensed the fact that in most conversations you would have with him it would be a kind of battle that you would have to win.

“If you must know, kind sir, I am dressed as Mary Shelly, author of Frankenstein, with a bit of a modern twist.” You made sure to call him sir instead of his earned honorific this time, to see if it would poke any buttons.

“I am not a sir since my name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I can see now who you are dressed as, but I would still argue that it is not what the intentions were when they set this up.” You could tell that he was only teasing you with the way the inflections of his voice sounded, you were glad your teasing had been a moderate success.

You did also provide him your name before deciding to poke his buttons once more,“But, isn’t she a classic, Dr. Reid?”

“But, you have not made her a classic anymore by putting as you say a ‘modern twist on things’ though I must say it does look well made.” You would’ve been offended if you could not tell that it was all in jest, though you still got the sense that you still were not seeing what all this man was about.

“Thank you, Doctor I made it myself. However, you still haven’t answered my question yet, Dr. Reid.” You asked the next question hoping he would get what you were implying, “Who are you?”

“I suspect you may already know, but I am dressed half as Dr. Jekyll and half as Mr. Hyde.” At least he started to somewhat catch on to the hidden meaning in your words, though you still had not dug up the real answer you were looking for. He was too intriguing to persuade you to stop digging, you wanted to find who the doctor really was, not the partial mask he was still using.

“Yes, I suspected as much, but aren’t you breaking the rules by dressing up as technically two characters?”

“Were there rules that said I couldn’t dress up as two characters?” He fell nicely into the small trap you had set for him, retorting quickly without thinking. Which you found odd for a man that was clearly intelligent.

“No, but were there rules that said I couldn’t dress up as a classic author with my own twist?” The look on his face had let you know you had won the debate. You smirked with triumph as you glanced over the man, taking note of each of his handsome features in case you would never see him again.

You decided to pivot the conversation to another question that was on the forefront of your mind,“Do you have a dark side, Dr. Reid?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” He was deflecting, but he didn’t seem agitated by your question, simply amused by your dogged curiosity.

“I am curious though, what are you exactly underneath it all Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?” Your coy smile was most definitely not lost on him, he could see right through your facade. He could see right through Mary Shelly to find the true you underneath. You only wished you could figure him out as well, you wondered how he got so good at being able to read people in an instant.

“I haven’t figured that out yet.” Well, at least you got the answer to what you were looking for, even if the answer wasn’t as straightforward as you may have been expecting. But, you were realizing that Dr. Spencer Reid was probably anything but straightforward.

Your heart was pumping fast, his words had a bigger effect on you than he had probably expected, your panties hidden underneath your long dress were dampening quickly. Though as you saw the smirk on his face grow as you fidgeted in your chair you realized that maybe this was intention all along.

You excused yourself for a moment with a veiled excuse of going to the bathroom. You hoped he’d follow right behind you, to see that you were going to one of the empty reading rooms. If you had read his intentions correctly the heavy doors on each of the rooms should significantly squash any noises he or you would make.

Sure enough after an appropriate amount of time had passed so as to not raise suspicion, the good doctor (that may or may not be good at all) entered the empty room.

He brought you into a dominating kiss that made you want to cower at the same time as be completely defiant. You fought with valor as he tried to consume you entirely with the kiss, not letting his tongue slip into your mouth for as long as you could hold off. In the end you still lost the fight when he lifted you up onto one of the large wooden desks in the room, causing a gasp to fall from your lips that finally gave him full access to your hot wet mouth. He suddenly pulled away to pinch your cheeks together with his hand to make you look at him which made you whimper pathetically at first, but you appreciated his next question immensely.

“Do you want this?” You nodded as vigorously as you could with his hand pinching your cheeks.

He however was not satisfied with my eager nod and prompted you to confirm once more with an even harsher tone, “Speak up when you’re talking.”

“Yes, Doctor.” You replied with his honorific instinctually and you were pleasantly surprised with the eager groan that came from his lips in response. Plus, you were slightly rewarded with being able to feel his lips on your collarbone, sending even more shivers down your spine.

“Let me know immediately if that changes.” The contrast of his sweet meaning words with his hand gripping your jaw was jarring, but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It just made you want to be as bratty as possible because even if he was harsh there was still the underlying care in everything he did, you felt safe.

“Maybe I should just call you Mister instead, since that’s clearly your dominant side.”He growled into your neck that was quickly getting covered in hickies, next thing you knew he flipped you around to face the desk closest to you with your back to his chest.

“Bend over.” He commanded, to which in response you opened your mouth to retort. Instead of letting you run your mouth as you had done before he wound his hands through your hair and pushed you down to take the position he wanted. He then pulled up your dress to uncover the panties you had soaked through. You thought maybe he was going to give me some relief of the ache in my core, but you were given a harsh slap on your ass instead.

A whimper involuntarily came out from your lips from the harshness of the slap that you assumed was revenge for not following his commands. He then spoke with deadly conviction, “I want you to say thank you, doctor after every time I spank you.”

You only agreed because you were afraid that if you did not comply now he may not give you what you wanted. So, as soon as the next stinging slap came down on the same spot as before the phrase fell from your lips, “Thank you, Doctor!”

He continued his repeated hits onto your ass and you made sure to never miss thanking him with a cry. Once he was satisfied with how much you were punished for your sassy remark he rubbed over the inflamed skin of your ass with his large, unbelieving hands. He moved your panties to the side to dip his deft fingers to run through your folds, collecting some of your wetness. You whined loudly and perhaps pathetically in response to him only lighting touching you instead of obliging the heat you felt everywhere.

“Be patient, you’ll get what you want since you decided to start listening to me.” He snapped which caused your knees to buckle again.

“I can be patient, Doctor.” He definitely appreciated the continued use of his honorific in this scandalous situation as he let out a groan almost every time you said it. Instead of answering you he started to undo the pants of his outfit, a pair of slacks that were also equally as split as the rest of his costume. You didn’t look back to see his cock because you did not want to be punished by him twice in one night. But, you certainly felt it.

You could tell just as he was running the head of his cock through your folds and pulling your panties to the side again that he would be the biggest you had ever been with. What should have worried you slightly only ended up sending a shock through your core instead. He was at least somewhat gentle when he finally started to enter you, letting you get somewhat adjusted before sinking in all the way to the hilt.

As soon as he sensed that you had adjusted he started a rough brutal pace, not that you were complaining as he hit all of your most sensitive spots as his cock dragged through your walls.

He made no effort to stifle the loud moans that were coming from your mouth, maybe he thought the thick wooden doors would stifle the noises. But, there was no way no one would be able to hear the unintelligible wails that were coming from you.

“You like bringing out this side of me don’t you?” He rasped out after he pushed your torso back down to flat on the desk once you started to lift yourself up on your elbows. When you only answered with a noise that was not understandable he prompted you to speak up with another slap on your ass and said, “I said earlier to speak up when you’re trying to talk to someone.”

“Yes, Doctor!” You finally were able to cry out with a few more slaps to your ass from him.

Each time you kept getting close to the edge he’d pull away from you slightly dashing your orgasm away from you cruelly. Each time you decided to whine out loud to voice your displeasure even if it was involuntarily he would just prolong edging you for even longer. You were babbling incoherently when he pulled you by the hair so your back was pressed into his chest and after a few more moments of hearing you beg nonsensically with tears in your eyes he finally gave you the command,

“You can cum.”

“Thank you, Doctor!” You wailed as your orgasm washed over you in devastating waves, you were sure no other man had made you finish so hard in your life. You kept repeating, “Thank you, Doctor!”over and over until you had completely come down from what was arguably the best orgasm of your life. Your own orgasm helped propel his forward, and you made sure to confirm out loud that you were ok with him cumming inside you. The warmth that filled you as he pumped into you a few more times caused one last groan to come from you that was weirdly harmonious with the groan from the doctor.

Normal aftercare wasn’t really applicable in this type of situation, you hardly knew him and the added fact that you were in an old library with a party down the hall didn’t help either. He still cleaned you up with a softness you had yet to see from him during your short encounter. Aloe probably would’ve been the best option to soothe your raw bottom, but he did massage you for a few minutes after he cleaned the rest of you. He had even made sure your clothes that were not period accurate, as he had pointed out earlier, were neat before you both left. There were no cuddles and soft loving words exchanged, but you still felt immensely cared for by a man who claims he might not be a good man. He was a strange case.

“You still never answered my question, Doctor.” You stated as you stood on the steps of the library after you two had slipped out to leave.

“That’s because I still don’t have an answer.” And, with that you parted ways into the cool air of D.C. You hoped he had the same feelings as you when you had both parted ways, you wanted to see him again. There was another meeting next month, maybe then you would get your chance again.

The thrill that ran through your veins whenever you interacted with him, whether he was fucking you or having a rousing conversation about classic literature made you want him no matter whether he was Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde. You’d take them both.

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beelovesnct · 3 years

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𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐨'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

**note: bold - english, regular - korean

LEE MARK

English buddy; there are very rare moments between the two that English won't be spoken.

Very casual around each other (given that both are foreigners), and usually address each other without the need for formalities.

Mark is always teased in the group, but for once he gets away with teasing Aiko, only receiving a death glare in return (in comparison to the other members who receive very harsh comebacks). Mark revels in this aspect of her favoritism but is careful in not crossing the line to make sure he never loses the privilege.

Goes to Aiko when the dreamies won't listen to him; observes that the members listen to (and fear) the girl more than him, and thus use her as a shield whenever the teasing becomes over the top.

Aiko usually responds in two ways: actually stop the teasing and protect the oldest member, or do nothing at all━the latter is more commonly observed much to Mark's dismay.

Aiko is also Mark's literature buddy.

It's known that Mark really likes to write poems, and so he goes to the bookworm for advice and critiques, and even recommendations for both Korean and English books whenever he feels inspired to read (both of them like to go over certain texts to turn into future rap lyrics).

Has moderate skin ships, which is most of the time, initiated by Mark. These are usually in the form of head and shoulder pats, and the occasional arm around the shoulder. Mark adores pinching Aiko's cheeks, but she gets annoyed with it quite easily, so he does that very rarely (only on the times he absolutely cannot stand her cuteness)

"Aiko! Aiko! Guess what I'm doing right now" "What?" "What am I doing right noooow?" "You're embarrassing me"

HUANG RENJUN

Savage besties;

Aiko's silence should never be taken for granted, as her words can be very sharp and deadly every time she would choose to speak up.

Of course, even her public teasings were nothing out of bounds, that's why Renjun and her get along so well in teasing other members.

She's the only member that Renjun actually hesitates to diss, but that doesn't mean she's excused to the tackles and chokeholds whenever he doesn't have a comeback to her smart mouth.

Haechan is in animated tears whenever these two team up against him.

As someone who deeply values literature, Aiko also appreciates the arts; hence, she and Renjun also bond over that aspect, and being creative in general—with moments of Renjun teaching Aiko how to paint, and Aiko giving beginner-friendly book recommendations to Renjun.

Rare skin ships: both Renjun and Aiko are not particularly fond of skin ships, so they rarely initiate anything to each other. Either of them only initiates when there is an apparent need, or the other feels especially clingy that day. When that happens, forehead or cheek kisses and side hugs are shared between the two. Renjun admits to pecking her beauty mark often [Vlive: 191201]

"Aiko" "What" "Why do you sleep so much?" "I rest so my voice doesn't crack"

LEE JENO

Jeno is Aiko's human charger.

Being an introverted person, the girl deeply values serenity, which is unsurprisingly something that is hard to obtain when you live with hyper and hormonal boys; Jeno, however, for Aiko, is the exception.

Jeno might be noisy when they play games and hang out as a group, but most of the time he also revels in serenity; hence, Aiko finds his companionship just what she needs whenever the other members get too rambunctious.

Often, she quietly sneaks into his room and either sits in his computer chair or lounges around his bed; the member doesn't mind as he, himself, appreciates the silent companionship the girl provides.

Sometimes, either will initiate a conversation with topics under the sun, but their voices are so quiet, one might think they were doing JMSR (Aiko has been a guest already because of this [JSMR])

Other times, Aiko would help Jeno get through a particularly hard level, or even boost his standings in online games; in fact, she's helped him so much that he now surpasses Haechan in most of the games that they play.

Moderate skin ship: Aiko had admitted that Jeno's hugs are the best, second only to Taeil [NCT Life: Entertainment Retreat 2017], and thus opts that Jeno is the only exception in her 'I hate skin ship rule'; but it doesn't necessarily mean she does it often. In the times that she feels the need for human touch, she can be seen to always initiate bear hugs under the excuse of 'needing to recharge', with Jeno complying immediately, adorned by his usual eye smile.

"Aiko" "Hmm?" "What are you reading?" "Norweigan Wood; why, do you want to read together?

LEE HAECHAN

In converse to Jeno, Aiko is Haechan's human charger.

Despite annoying the girl most of the time—especially when they play (and when he relentlessly ask her to do aegyo), much like the other members, he finds her silent companionship very calming and serene. He adores loudness but also doesn't mind the change of pace whenever he finds himself in the comfort of the Neko member.

Whenever the boy is not teasing Aiko, he can usually be found speaking to her in a soft voice, asking about her day and the books she read, and sometimes even talking about his own.

Haechan might not show it most of the time, but he appreciates the girl greatly; Aiko is one of the members he usually goes to whenever he needs advice or whenever he wants to calm down.

This is a four out of ten occurrence though, as most of the time, the older member is caught relentlessly teasing the Neko member, divulging himself in her witty comebacks.

He loves the reactions he gets from the girl, as he thought her facial expressions were absolutely adorable especially when she can't come up with a good response (her face gets all red and she even shouts at him).

He believes, in some way, he's the emotional punching bag that Aiko sometimes needs in her life.

Consistent skin ship: Usually initiated by Haechan, commonly rejected by Aiko. However, most of the time she's tired from prying the boy away, and thus just settle in his arms until he finally lets her go. All kinds of skinship are shared between the two: side hugs, bear hugs, intimate hugs, platonic kisses, and etc. It would seem as if Haechan could not get enough of the cat-like member, much like he can't get enough of Renjun.

"YAH! LEE HAECHAN!" "Why Aiko-nim, are you getting angry? Are you angry?"

NA JAEMIN

Aiko's caretaker

Despite being literally only three days apart, the boy has adopted Aiko as one of the members he has to take care of and acts as if she was part of the maknae line in dream.

Reprimands her gaming and eating habits; tries to feed her coriander (which is often slapped away), and cuddles Aiko to sleep (something she won't admit helps with her late sleeping habits; he gets kicked out of her room often though [Vlive 190816]).

Doesn't say anything about her quietness, as an introvert himself, he's deeply grateful that there's a source of quietness somewhere within the team.

Converse to Jeno, it would be Jaemin, who would often enter her room and simply lounge in her bed, both minding their own businesses. Conversations are spoken in small voices, but these are often short, as both would go back to what they were doing in the first place.

Aiko is Jaemin's official taster; since she's a picky eater, she is ruthless when it comes to feedback on his cooking, making his skills improve tenfold. They also bond over coffee!! Jaemin makes twice of his own mix now, after knowing that Aiko loves it just as much.

Helps Jaemin a lot when it comes to maintaining order within the dorms (something Jaemin admits he is eternally grateful for); despite being lazy, Aiko is a clean freak and thus helps Jaemin a lot in making sure the dorm doesn't end up like a landfill.

Consistent Skin ships: Jaemin treats Aiko like he would Jisung. This often means back and bear hugs and head pats. He admits that he loves just being close to her physically, as she reminds him of an old bookstore. Her smell calms him down, and so he often sticks his nose within the crook of her neck. Aiko often swats his affection away, but much like Haechan, she's slowly getting used to the boy's clinginess and simply waits until he got his daily source of physical touch.

"Aiko, come here." "Why" "Just…come here." "You're the one who asked for me, you come here."

ZHONG CHENLE

Aiko's second caretaker; acts as if he's older

The two members are very casual around each other (partially because they are both foreigners)━much like her relationship with Mark, and thus, find no need in using formalities.

Chenle only calls her, "noona" whenever he wants to tease her; which is ALL THE TIME by the way.

Second only to Haechan, Chenle is known to also tease the Neko member relentlessly, but his teasings are more tolerable in Aiko's book than Haechan's, and so she doesn't reprimand him as much (also because she sees him as a cute little brother).

Very fond of each other; Chenle adores Aiko entirely, much like he does with Mark, and calls her "cute" a lot. Chenle was actually was the one who invented the nickname, "Aiko-yangi" after noticing just how much the member's behavior greatly resembles that of a cat, fans pick up on it very soon after.

Plays a lot of games together!! Unlike Jeno, Chenle is a beast at games, so whenever the two team up━whether it was against random people online or their own members, they always dominated the leader board (much to Haechan's dismay)

Aiko goes to Chenle's house a lot! The main objective is always to play more games, but often it's because of Daegal too (animals just love Aiko so much). The girl has been a frequent visitor of his house to the point that she has her picture displayed in Chenle's room (just beside his picture with Mark).

Rare skin ships: Much like Renjun, Chenle is not one to openly initiate physical affection. It's not that he hates it, but it's not that he loves it that much either. Hence, skin ships with Aiko are often narrowed to cheek-pinching and head pats, although occasional bear hugs are conducted whenever the Chinese member finds Aiko too irresistible.

"Aigoo! Why is our Aiko so adorable? SO KYEOWO!" "Aiko, whose baby are you?" "My mom's baby." "You're my baby too!"

PARK JISUNG

Jisung is Aiko's baby, although her care for the maknae is usually more subtle and subdued in comparison to the rest of the members (something Jisung is eternally grateful for)

Aiko is often caught quietly looking out for the maknae: offers him food whenever she has some, fixes his hair and clothing whenever it goes out of place, and gives him the things he needs without ever asking for it.

It doesn't mean, however, that the Neko member won't openly fight anyone who violates the maknae;

Countless times, it could be seen that Aiko openly calls out fans who ask unreasonable things, such as showing his abs whilst knowing that the member is a minor.

In return, Jisung also looks out for his noona (calls her noona because of his immense respect for the girl)

He is caught helping her multiple times even in menial tasks such as reaching for the things she couldn't reach on her own, taking the punishments for her during reality shows (which often involved doing aegyo), or even offers his shoulder whenever he notices the girl getting sleepy.

Jisung LOVES being in her presence, as he is allowed to play and do whatever he wants without being disturbed. He loves his hyungs to death, but often, he finds himself wanting a quiet place━a quiet companionship, and he finds that in Aiko.

Whenever it's just the two of them, he talks to Aiko in a soft voice, and much like Jeno, their conversation could range from anything under the sun (but it often diverts to aliens and space as Aiko shares some of the stories she read from her books)

Recommended "The Little Prince" to Jisung, and he now claims it's one of his favorite books to date.

Moderate skin ship: It is a well-known fact that Jisung is not particularly fond of physical affection (partially due to being smothered by it his whole life), but Aiko, for him, is the exception. Of course, this doesn't mean that he consistently seeks out Aiko; but when he does, back hugs are his go-to physical affection. He feels as if Aiko fits just right (being the smallest out of all the NCT members), as he places his head on top of hers. Aiko usually doesn't swat Jisung away, given that he rarely asks for affection anyway. Other times, head and shoulder pats are the norm.

"Noona, do you want this?" "Noona, you have to try this." "Noona, let me fix that for you."

nct 127, wayv and nct u coming soon >< [GIFs not mine!!]

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senacal · 3 years

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hi hi hi i LOOOOOVE your erik stuff and i hope u don’t mind me requesting and requesting because i think you’re an amazing writer! i was hoping to see a erik x female reader fluff:) i’ve always wanted to read a jealous erik fic when he has a crush on the reader ya know! i’ve always pictured her to be a mutant professor at school and all:)

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Request: By malfoys-demigod

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x Fem Reader

Prompt: hi hi hi I LOOOOOVE your Erik stuff and I hope u don’t mind me requesting and requesting because I think you’re an amazing writer! I was hoping to see an Erik x female reader fluff:) I’ve always wanted to read a jealous Erik fic when he has a crush on the reader ya know! I’ve always pictured her to be a mutant professor at school and all:)

Warnings: Is jealousy really a warning? IDK but jealousy

Author’s Note: I won’t mind you requesting lol, I love getting requests 😊 Thank you so much for enjoying my writing 💖 Again, I am so sorry for how long this took for me to write 😬

Erik always prided himself on how well he was able to control his feelings. Sure, he used to let them control him; however, he always hid them well. One look at him, and no one could tell how he was truly feeling. The only people able to read his feelings were empaths, or Charles (but Charles used his telepathy, so that was cheating).

When Erik had met (Y/N), he wasn’t sure what to expect. At first, he thought of her as any other person, irrelevant. He didn’t know her, so why should he care for her? But then she was always there. He later found out that Charles had employed her at his school for the gifted. It was with a great obligation that made him get to know her. Charles liked to hold dinner parties for the staff and his friends to mingle outside of school hours. Erik would always try to get out of it, but, he always manages to get roped into those engagements no matter what he said or lied about. It was as though Charles would use his powers to get Erik to attend. It tempted him to use his helmet again to block him out, but maybe he’s just overthinking it.

It was at one of these events that Erik first spoke to (Y/N). She was standing near the refreshments, so really, it wasn’t like it was completely out of his way to talk to her. She had smiled kindly at him, the first person to do so. It was no secret that he had a troubled past and many of the professors employed under Charles never seemed to let him forget. So it was refreshing to know that someone wasn’t holding his faults over him. He was immediately enthralled by her. They spoke nearly the whole night. He found himself enjoying the sound of her laugh and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about the things she was passionate about. Erik never believed in love at first sight, and really he didn’t think this applied either, but he knew from that moment on, he would make it his duty to keep the smile in her eyes and that laugh in place.

From then on, Erik didn’t argue with Charles over attending the dinner parties, and he didn’t bother making excuses when (Y/N) needed his help with her class. Whatever she wanted, he made sure she would get without any troubles. They soon became best friends within no time. He was fine with that too because then he knew he would always be in her life. He was the one she went to when she had a problem, and the one she went to when she had good news. Life was suddenly going his way and he had no fucking clue what to do from there. He supposed he could continue like normal, talk to her, laugh with her, but there was a part of him that wanted more. She was an amazing girl. Who wouldn’t want to be with her?

Which was the problem. He knew there were people interested in her, he wasn’t completely oblivious. He would usually spot them from the distance whenever he wasn’t with her. There would be another professor talking to her, trying to get her to laugh at some stupid joke he made. Erik would clench his jaw, and he swore one of the metal benches was crushed near him. He couldn’t be too sure that was him though. He brushed it off at the time as a fluke. There was no way she’d fall for that cheap trick. So the next day when it happened again, Erik couldn’t help but insert himself between (Y/N) and the other guy.

(Y/N) instantly lit up in his presence. Erik was a great guy and anyone who didn’t see that was an absolute idiot. Getting to know Erik was her favorite thing to do. Being a part of the school gave her insight into his past, sure, but that didn’t mean she knew who Erik actually was. If growing up in a half mutant, half-human family taught her anything, it was that people can change. She found out that her mother was taught to hate mutants but then she met her father. So no, (Y/N) wasn’t going to let Erik’s past block her judgment. Erik turned out to be the most genuine man she has had the pleasure to meet. Sometimes he would show off his powers to her, so she would talk him into demonstrating for her classes. She always looked forward to the days he would help her with the younger mutants.

Sometimes she could swear that Erik might like her back, but who was she kidding? She wasn’t anything spectacular. Her powers weren’t anything extraordinary compared to her co-workers, her powers were rather boring. (Y/N) used to enjoy the fact that her powers were quite mundane, she could easily manipulate a person’s choice, but it would only last a moment. Now she wished she had a power that was worthy of Erik. She knew he had a hatred towards humans at one point, so she was nervous that maybe he would be appalled about her half-human family.

(Y/N)’s thoughts were once again interrupted when she felt someone touching her arm. She looked up to see Professor Cassidy smiling at her. He had a boyish charm to him and she knew that he liked her, but she didn’t feel the same way. She was finding it harder to let him down gently.

“So? What do you say?” He asked nervously.

“Uh, about?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows.

“A date? With me?” Sean ran his hand through his hair nervously. This was not turning out how he imagined. For one, Erik wasn’t there glaring at him when he imagined asking (Y/N) on a date.

“I…” (Y/N) glanced from Erik’s stone expression and back to Sean’s nervous smile, “I uh, I have plans, I’m sorry Sean.” (Y/N) lied, “Erik promised to help me with uh, a thing,” She winced internally at her crappy excuse.

Erik smirked, happy to hear her turn Sean down. Sure, Sean wasn’t a bad guy, but he’d be damned if he started dating (Y/N). She was too good for him, She was too good for anyone.

“Oh, uh, okay, no worries,” Sean looked back at Erik one last time before leaving the two mutants alone.

“So I’m helping you with a thing?” Erik asked smugly.

“Oh shut up, I panicked, okay?” (Y/N) bumped her shoulder against his side, “He’s a nice guy, but I only think of him as a friend.”

“Ouch, even that hurts me,” he laughed despite his words.

“Hmm, so what brings you by?” (Y/N) wondered.

“What do you mean?” Erik avoided her gaze.

“I think you know,” She raised her brow, she was tempted to ‘persuade’ him to tell her the truth, but Charles made a rule not to use their powers against anyone’s will unless absolutely necessary.

“Nothing, I just saw you over here and thought I’d say hello,” He shrugged.

“Okay… now that you’ve said hello, what now?” (Y/N) leaned against the wall beside her.

“Maybe we could do a thing?” Erik smiled.

“Haha, very funny,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. She may have liked Erik but she didn’t appreciate being teased.

“I’m serious,” Erik lifted her chin so their eyes could meet, “Let’s do something together.”

(Y/N) stared into his eyes, looking for any hints of insincerity, “Like what?”

Erik shrugged, “anything you’d like.”

“As friends?”

“Well I- I was hoping maybe as more than friends?” Erik cleared his throat. He hasn’t felt this nervous in… ever. He has never felt nervous like this before.

“Okay,” (Y/N) grinned, “But don’t tell Sean just yet.”

Erik’s eyes narrowed, “Why not?”

“I just turned him down, I don’t think he’d be too pleased to hear that I’ve agreed to go out with you,” (Y/N) tucked a strand of her (H/C) behind her ear.

“So?” Erik couldn’t help but scoff.

(Y/N) tilted her head, looking at him quizically. “You were jealous,” She laughed.

“What? No, I wasn’t! I was the opposite of jealous. Why would I be-” Erik looked at the amusement clearly written in her eyes, “Don’t tell anyone.” He begged.

“Only if you don’t say anything to Sean, at least not yet.” (Y/N) bribed.

Erik sighed heavily, “Fine.”

“Awe, such a romantic,” (Y/N) laughed. She kissed Erik’s cheek softly, “Now about that thing we’ll be doing?”

Erik’s heart fluttered in his chest. This was all new to him, but as long as (Y/N) was by his side, he would do whatever he could to keep her happy. It was also nice knowing no other guy would be able to take her out on a date now that she agreed to be with him.

#sabrina writes #erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr imagine #erik lehnsherr x y/n #erik lehnsherr x reader #fem reader #jealousy #mutant reader #ask

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kiss-inthekitchen · 4 years

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of the jealous kind

summary: you and Harry are out at the local farmer’s market when a girl starts flirting with you and Harry gets jealous. only thing is, you don’t exactly realize she’s flirting with you. classic wlw vibes, am i right ladies? (please say yes)

my submission for @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines bi-ficathon!

a/n: fun times with Harry calling you “his girl” and being just a bit pathetically jealous (his words!) also i might continue this...in a smut type of fashion... if y’all are interested

word count: 2.2k

“Oh, let’s stop over there! I want to get one of those chocolate chip custard things,” you exclaimed, spotting your favorite bakery stand at the farmer’s market and dragging Harry along by your joined hands.

“A’right, love, m’comin,” he laughed, trying to keep in step with your suddenly quickened pace.

It was a Sunday morning, cloudy but not too cold, and you and Harry were visiting your favorite farmer’s market in town. You tried to come here at least twice a month if your schedules allowed it. Today, it just so happened, you both had the entire day free to spend with each other.

Harry knew you had to look at everything the bakery had to offer before you inevitably bought the same items as usual (a good, crusty country loaf and the same danish you never remembered the name of). There was a produce stand across the way that immediately caught Harry’s eye, a “buy 2 get 1 free” sign atop a display of various berries calling out to him. You noticed his distraction, the two of you speaking at the same time.

“M’gonna-”

“Go on, then.”

“Know me so well, don’t you?” He gave you a soft smile and pressed a kiss to your temple before heading off in pursuit of his beloved fruit.

You took the last few steps over to the booth’s main table, which held a majority of the baked goods as well as this week’s free sample: a garlic rosemary bread, cut into bite size pieces. You picked one up, on instinct taking a sidelong glance at the basket of your favorite pastries by the register, when the woman behind the counter finished ringing up a customer and turned to you.

“Can I help you with anything, hon?”

“Oh, um, I’m just looking,” you answered, looking up at her. She must’ve been new, you thought, not recognizing her from your previous visits. She had dark hair, twisted up into a bun at the back of her head, an oversized t-shirt with a phoenix decal on it. Her name tag informed you that her name was Allie.

“Alright, well, I will say that’s the best flavor we’ve got,” she gestures to the small wedge still held between your fingers.

“Really? That’s quite a bold statement,” you smile back at her, appreciating her friendliness.

“You’re gonna want to trust me on this one,” she said, nodding at you to go ahead.

You took a bite, blushing a bit at the knowledge you were being watched and that she was awaiting your response. “Mhm,” you agreed, around a mouthful of bread. “Okay, you’re right, that’s better.”

“Thought so. I have been told I’ve got very good taste.”

“Well, I’m not surprised.”

She made eye contact with you, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. “So, will you be taking a loaf of the garlic rosemary then?” she asked.

“Yes, please.” Why not try something new, you thought. And she was right, it was delicious. You’re sure Harry would like it too, and you could just imagine the playful ribbing he was going to give you when he noticed you’d deviated from your usual order. “Oh, could I also get that-”

“The chocolate chip danish? I saw you eyeing it earlier,” she said, picking one up with a gloved hand and placing it in a small paper bag. “That one’s on the house.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet! Thank you.” Allie was really on top of it with the customer service.

“Anytime,” she said, “Anything else I can get you?”

“No, that’s all for me! Thanks again.”

She rang up your order, handing you the bag before speaking. “You know, we also come out to the beachside farmer’s market on Wednesday’s, if you’re ever in the area. I’ll write it down for you,” she said, picking up a business card from a stack on the table and turning it over to write on the back.

“Sounds great,” you replied, mostly to be polite. You probably wouldn’t make it out, Wednesdays being a busy day for you with classes.

Just as she was handing it back to you, Harry appeared behind you, fruit in tow.

“Thank you so much, have a good one!” you said cheerily, dropping the card into the bag with your goods. You’d look at it when you got home.

She waved back. “See you soon, hopefully.”

You smiled as you turned around to see Harry already standing there, startling a bit at his unexpected presence. He raised his eyebrows a bit, but didn’t say anything as he put his free arm around your shoulders. The two of you headed back to the main walkway, and he waited until your new friend was out of earshot before he spoke.

“So, yeh just gonna let someone flirt with my girl like that?”

“What?” That was not what you were expecting. “She wasn’t flirting with me, Harry.”

“Oh, please, love. Saw the way she was lookin’ at you. Poor girl. I’m sure you led her on.”

“Excuse me, I did no such thing,” you scoffed. “And she wasn’t even flirting with me, so I couldn’t have.”

He breezed right past your denial, having already made up his mind. You weren’t going to be able to convince him otherwise, you knew that by now. “Told ya before love, you come off very flirtatious. Almost feel bad for her.” He was smirking down at you, the bastard. “Almost.”

“Being a pest,” you grumbled, shoving against his shoulder with yours to throw him off balance.

He stumbled a bit, but recovered quickly. “Oi! ‘S not very nice, is it?”

You giggled in response, loving when he used that playful tone. He tried to keep a serious face on while looking back at you but failed almost immediately, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes that you forgot what you’d both been talking about.

“Anyway,” you sang, reaching out for his free hand and threading your fingers through his. “What did you buy?”

His face lights up at the memory of his purchase. “Got strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries, plus some local clover honey.”

“Such a sweet tooth, hm?”

“S’pose I do,” he said with a slight smirk. “Ready to go home and eat, then?”

“We’ve barely been here half an hour, H. Trying to get me home already?”

“Look too good today, love. Worried if we stick around I’ll have to beat the other vendors off with a stick.”

“I thought we were done with this conversation,” you rolled your eyes at him playfully, but allowed him to steer you back toward the car park. You were getting kind of hungry anyway.

You’re sat on your kitchen island at home, Harry placing the bags on the counter next to you.

“Have a nice time, love?” He asks, moving over to you and situating his body between your knees at the edge of the counter.

You drape your arms around his neck, thumb coming up to his cheek to rub back and forth as he leans into your touch. “Always have a good time when I’m with you,” you breathe.

“That’s m’girl,” he speaks in a husky tone, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, slow and lazy at first. That is, until he lifts his hands to your thighs, sliding them around to your back and suddenly tugging you closer to the edge of the island, body flush with his. You gasp into his mouth at the action, and you can feel rather than see his resounding smirk.

“Harry,” you pull back, attempting to admonish him but no one would know from the way your voice shakes.

“Sorry, love. Know what they say, kitchen’s the most romantic room in the house.”

“I don’t know anyone who says that.”

“Y’do now,” he grins lopsidedly at you, and it’s all you can do to remember that the two of you still need to eat.

You grin back at him. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

“But you love me,” he responds, and you can’t argue with that. “A’right, I’ll take everything out and we can have a picnic in the backyard, how’s that sound?”

Your smile nearly knocks him off his feet. “I’ll go get the picnic blanket!”

He removes himself from between your legs and you slide off the counter and head towards the linen closet in the hallway. When you return, Harry’s taken out the loaf of bread and the danish, and is holding the business card in between two fingers.

“What’s this, then?” He asks, holding up the bakery’s business card, logo facing you.

“It’s just their card, the cashier told me they come out to another farmer’s market during the week and she was gonna write it down for me.”

“Oh, she wrote it down, love.” In a second, he elegantly flips the card over in his fingers to show you the back. “But that’s not all she wrote.” Underneath the name of the other market is her name and, unmistakably, a phone number.

“No!” you gasp, not believing he was right and you’d fucking missed it.

“And you bought a new flavor bread?”

“Well, I- Allie said it was the best one…” you trail off, trying to remember the details of your earlier interaction. Maybe Harry was right, you guess you did seem a bit flirtatious.

“Oh, Allie said, did she? That’s all it takes?” He’s kind of joking, kind of not, when it finally sinks in for you that you’ve, yet again, completely failed to notice when another woman was trying to flirt with you.

“Oh, god damn it!” you exclaim, completely in your own head and you didn’t even hear what Harry had said to you. “I do this every time!”

What’s left of Harry’s joking demeanor drops. “Every time? How often does this happen?!”

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice again.”

Your friends were gonna have a field day with this one. Three out of the four of you identified as bi or pan, though when you’d all become friends back in high school only one of you had actually been out. Now, you all joked that you had one “token straight” in the friend group.

“Y/N?!”

“I know, H, can you give me just a moment, I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I’m apparently a raging stereotype,” you reply, laughing at yourself a bit for being so predictable.

“Oh, of course, don't mind me. I’ll just be here. Waiting. Very patiently.” It’s a wonder he doesn’t start tapping his foot, clearly the farthest thing from patient right now.

You snap back to attention, realizing that if you don’t stop Harry he’s just going to keep spiraling. “You do know I’m dating you, right?”

“Do I?”

“Oh, come on. You’re being such a baby about this!”

“Oi! I am not!” He huffs, and you can just picture him as an indignant toddler, standing with his arms folded and a deep frown set on his face.

You hold back a laugh at the image you’ve conjured, closing the distance between the two of you. “Baby, I love you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.“You know I do.” His jaw. “Why don’t we just throw that out, hm?” You kiss his lips this time, reaching for the card and plucking it from his fingers before tossing it away from you.

“I guess,” he grumbles as you pull away, but you can tell he’s not quite over it.

You rest your chin against his chest, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. “You don’t believe me, gorgeous? Need me to prove it to you?”

“Maybe,” he mumbles, and you know that you’ve brought him back from his little jealousy spiral at the mere suggestion, so you decide to make him wait for it. Just a little while.

“More than happy to,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over the back of his hand. “Only thing is, you’re gonna have to have this picnic with me first,” you reach behind him for the blanket, “and you have to stop pouting.” You step around him, laughing as you run toward the glass door that leads to the yard.

“M’not pouting,” he lies to the empty kitchen as he grabs the rest of the food and some utensils before following you outside.

His mood is definitely lifted, though, when he comes outside to find you seated on the blanket already, grinning widely at him and holding your arms out for him to crawl into.

Maybe he had been just a tad bit dramatic.

About half the bread is gone now, a bowl of honeyed berries and a plate full of crumbs resting on the cloth-covered grass next to you. Harry’s shifted so he’s laying down with his head resting on your soft thighs, with you carding your fingers through his short curls, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Wait a minute,” you break the comfortable silence, a thought suddenly popping into your mind. “Other people flirt with you all the time! Sometimes right in front of me!”

“And?” he muses, reluctantly sitting up in order to face you.

“And! I never get jealous like that!”

“I know. Rather insulting, if you ask me. You can get possessive, love. I certainly won’t mind it.”

#hsbificathon #i finally got it done and i am very happy to be Participating #thank u #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #to be so lonely #my fics

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