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keisobe · 1 year

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: 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 — (𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 + 𝐥𝐨’𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲)

— from avatar 2 : way of the water (spoiler free!!)

contents. gn! reader, reader is a omoticayan on the shorter side, full on fluff, flirting + teasing, just teenagers in love, implied size difference, hints of mutual pining, mild profanity, reader is around 7ft + wc. 1.3k

notes. i got this idea from that one scene with tsireya and lo’ak then noticed how humongous na’vi hands are and the cogwheels started turning in my head. i had to look up their heights and do a comparison chart to make it accurate lolol. so i hope you guys enjoy this one ^^

NETEYAM・✶ ｡ﾟ

he was visibly confused when you asked to compare hand sizes, eyes flicking back and forth between his hands to yours. when it came to neteyam, he was a little more cautious, especially growing up around three troublesome siblings. there always has to be a catch when it comes to silly requests like these.

but after a few moments of awkward silence, he ends up obediently holding up his hand to you, earning a pleased smile from you.

“are you playing tricks on me right now?” neteyam had to make sure in case the situation calls for any medical attention. kiri and his grandmother weren’t that far off from you guys.

“no i’m not, swear,” you laughed, raising your own hand towards him.

the air felt weirdly tense as he felt your soft palms brush against his, a strange warmth enveloping inside his chest. for all the times you guys have physically touched each other, whether it be to tend each other’s wounds or when he mindlessly latched onto your waist whenever he feels like there’s a threat approaching, he has never felt that intimate towards your touches.

neteyam watched the pads of your fingers drag itself into the calluses of his palm, it made him slightly jolt from the ticklish sensation and you couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his reaction. he gave you a playful glare that silenced you, but there was still a smile on your face. finally, you laid your hand flat over his— mirroring his outstretched fingers. neteyam realized how much your hands were completely different from his.

he noticed how your fingers were a lot shorter compared to his. if he could close his hands into a fist right now, your hand would be completely engulfed by his slim fingers. this shouldn’t be a surprise to him, you were a lot more shorter than him by a whole foot— always having to crane your neck whenever the two of you talked or when he always teases you for being short. but somehow, neteyam felt like he just learned the secret to pandora. it made him melt inside a bit.

he couldn’t help but think your hands are adorable.

“you have baby hands,” neteyam teases, his fangs flashing in his smirk. “tiny and soft.”

there was blush that appeared on your cheeks, your eyebrows crinkled at his teasing, “they're not that small!”

your mind couldn’t quite register the fact he also called your hands soft. it made you feel even more flustered.

his long fingers smoothly wrapped around your entire hand, restraining your hand completely. you tried to wiggle your fingers out of his firm grasp, but there was no use. you nodded in a defeated agreement, he was right— your hands are completely tiny. but with someone like neteyam, he needed to hear it from you verbally.

“say it,” neteyam can be such an ass sometimes.

you rolled your eyes, tongue suddenly feeling heavy with denial. but you knew neteyam wouldn’t let go of your hand until you admitted it. childishly, you stomped your feet a couple of times before you spoke again.

“i have baby hands,” your voice slurred with anger.

neteyam smiled in satisfaction and slowly released your hand. you quickly snatched away and petted the delicate skin of your hand— comforting it after being restrained by his rough touch.

after that, neteyam would always hold onto your hand whenever you went anywhere together. it could be when you guys hunted in the depths of the forest or just out of comfort, but there was always one sly comment about the softness of your skin or how tiny your hands are. your hands are so cute, he would whisper teasing remarks until your ears grew red. the other sully’s caught on and started to tease you as well. now you have to deal with even more relentless teasing whenever you come to visit them. as a result, your new nickname became “baby hands.”

although he could tease you about your small hands, you could always get him back for liking them.

LO’AK ・✶ ｡ﾟ

he quietly watched you mindlessly trace circles on his blue palms, his other hand supporting his leaning form. you guys had ventured out into the lush forest, resting in a secluded area that you found together that one night lo’ak ran off to train by himself. lo’ak always had a swell of adoration towards you, there was no denying that.

whenever he got injured from flying his banshee too close to the floating mountains, he would come straight to you. sometimes he would even fake his own injuries, repeatedly slamming himself into a random tree— brash and completely mindless. at the end he would be groaning on the ground and clutching himself in pain. witnessing his weak form nearly gave you a heart attack, you quickly aided him back to health after that.

one thing he noticed from each interaction was how soft your hands were. they felt feathery to the touch, it was like you didn’t even touch him at all. the brush of your fingertips could put him under a permanent trance. kiri was always so rough with him when it came to healing, pressing so hard on him that it could add more bruises to his already-beaten body. but lo’ak came to the conclusion that kiri was purposely bad at healing him. lo’ak wasn’t really surprised.

“lo’ak, i need you to answer me honestly,” your gentle voice sent him back to reality, he had to blink a few times to focus on you again.

you still traced your fingertips on his palm, but this time he felt you drawing little hearts and some words he couldn’t form together— maybe he could figure out what it means later.

he nodded at you.

“are you purposely hurting yourself?”

oh shit he was caught.

lo’ak fidgeted a bit but didn’t dare to move, not wanting to disrupt your comforting traces on his palm. he knew that he shouldn’t lie to you, it would only make you worry even more. so lo’ak inhaled a deep breath and looked into your eyes.

“yes i have,” lo’ak sighed when he remembered how he would beat wooden sticks onto his calves and shoulders. “i just…wanted to be closer with you.”

your eyes flicked in worry as you stopped tracing his palm, instead you held his hand tightly, “you should’ve just asked lo’ak, you didn’t have to hurt yourself.”

lo’ak looked away in guilt, the images of your eyes prickling with tears and the worried cries from his own mother filled his thoughts. once again, lo’ak felt like a burden to the people he loved.

the chirps of the wild animals and the rustle of leaves played in the background, your sad gaze slowly moved onto his fourth finger— something lo’ak felt slightly insecure about. he was about to pull his hand away out of embarrassment but your three fingers slowly latched around his pinkie, they wrapped perfectly around it.

so small, he thought.

lo’ak stuttered a bit, none of his words could form cohesively. his heart was pumping faster at the foreign contact, but he tried to keep it cool.

“you better ‘pinkie’ promise me this lo’ak,” your voice was stern and powerful. “that you’ll never hurt yourself again.”

“i promise,” lo’ak gave you a reassuring smile, earning a relieved grin from you.

you guys both stood together, silently agreeing that it was time to retire for the night. your smaller hand was still latched onto his pinkie, the softness of your fingertips sent blood rushing to his face. there was also something that he really wanted to ask you.

“how do you know what a ‘pinkie’ is?” he wiggled his pinkie in your grasp, he saw you look away for a moment until you sighed softly.

“i asked your dad what it was,” you looked at your own hands, wiggling your three fingers in the humid air to avoid his gaze. “i was just curious.”

lo’ak couldn’t help but laugh out loud at your cuteness. he leans in closer to give you a heavy kiss on the cheek— rendering you completely flustered. he’s going to be teasing you for a while.

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yzzart · 6 months

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Could you do a piece where snow forced reader to dress more conservatively and change her hair (cut and style) compared to her normal look and clothing?

"𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞."

pairing: president!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.

summary: Coriolanus didn't just change him but he also changed you.

warnings: mentions of unhappiness, explicit words + take a look at the masterlist!

word count: 1.024!

notes: here it is, anon! and i think it was too long 😖 but i'm satisfied with this work, enjoy it and i hope you like it!

The one in the mirror, truly you?

That question, a confused inquiry, had compromised itself in your mind; with no intention of simply disappearing and leaving you alone. — A lump of embarrassment and imposition formed in your throat.

The image of a woman wearing cautious, at one point even intimidating, and, extremely, expensive clothes was trapped in the huge mirror. — The fabric of the white pigmented dress was very well prepared and dedicated, accompanied by some divine pearls; it would be cruel to touch them. — Jewels around her neck, giving her an air of purity and elegance.

Her posture was honorable, drawing attention from discreet and daring glances; a lucky woman who everyone wanted to get their hands on. — Being the reason for fights and threats between compromised souls.

That wasn't you, but at the same time it was. — That conservative, intimidating style would never be used by you on a casual day or for your good will; your chest would never feel comfortable in such a garment. — You would never feel comfortable with that whole situation.

However, your loved one admired that change in you. — Such a drastic, sudden and radical change that Coriolanus brought to his life; which he dedicated with love and care.

Coriolanus changed everything in his chest, and perhaps even in his soul, throwing that poor, rotten carcass somewhere no one would find it. — And when he saw the chance to change you, you sweet, naive girl, Snow wouldn't let it fall through his fingers.

All the best articles of clothing in the Capital were in your hands, gifted by Coriolanus. — It didn't matter the price, if countless hands were spent producing that fabric, he wanted to see you using it; independent of all. — And you made a point of making him satisfied, happy.

Even though you hated with all your strength, which was so fragile and delicate, that image that was beginning to be built in you; thinking deeply about your old image, about how you really were. — Your chest was tearing, burning and wanting to destroy every bit of that glass that witnessed his current reflection.

But, Coriolanus loved you that way. — He was so pleased.

"Here you are!" — Upon being mentioned, mentally, Coriolanus's voice echoed through the modest and cold room; coincidentally, like him. — Making your thoughts disappear, as if they never existed and didn't bother you.

Wanting to see him, you directed your head towards the door and came across those deep, vigorous eyes, which were once dreamy, staring at you. — The expression of pride formed on Coriolanus's fascinating face; a face that you are sure was carved by blessed souls.

Coriolanus admired you, agreeing how that dress, personally chosen by him, hugged your body in an exquisite way; you were perfect. — If he had the opportunity, even though he has and could snub her, Coriolanus would keep you for his eyes only.

And that spark of thought, an idea began to sink into the head of the boy, or rather, the man Snow every day, minute and second.

"My beautiful girl." — Coriolanus directed his steps towards you, causing some noises on the floor coming from his shiny and expensive shoes; shoes worth half the lives of the Panem. — "So beautiful…"

"Thank you, Coryo." — A thank you in such a fragile voice, almost coming out as a whisper; deep down, you didn't want to thank him for that compliment because you felt like it wasn't really meant for you.

Now the presence of Coriolanus was behind you and joining the mirror; the difference in height drew so much attention, giving you butterflies in your stomach. — You couldn't justify whether it was the excitement of seeing him or the intimidating feeling he showed, but you didn't deny the happiness that grew in your chest. — He was there with you.

Well, a different reflection of the Coriolanus you knew but he was there.

Without saying anything or even sighing, Coriolanus passed his arms covered by the long-sleeved white t-shirt, which was very reminiscent of his dear father's, around your waist; his hands passed over the slightly rough but comfortable fabric of the dress. — There was nothing comfortable about that dress for you. — Distributing a simple squeeze, a sign of wanting your attention, in the region.

For a second, you held your breath, not knowing the reason for this action, and your eyes focused on the mirror. — Coriolanus' head resting on your shoulder, his lips forming a convinced and enchanted smile before you; equal to a man when building a work with perfection and a lot of dedication.

"That dress looks perfect on you." — His dangerous and arrogant lips left long kisses on your neck and areas close to your shoulder; it tickled, it didn't bother you, and it let silent grunts escape your mouth. — "Don't you agree, my dear?" — Coriolanus wanted to elicit a specifically positive and obedient response from you.

At that very moment, and for the first time that morning, Snow didn't get what he wanted. — No words came out of your mouth, just a miserable sigh; still feeling his kisses on your sensitive part of your body.

"Answer me." — He interrupted the sealing session with his authoritative voice, a tone of voice that he began to present in recent times; Coriolanus listened and watched you swallow hard. — "Or are you not satisfied with everything i have done and given you?" — He was bitter and so cruel at the same time with those words.

and God, that's not what you were thinking.

"No, Coryo!" — Was it a scream? You didn't even realize that you had let out a very loud tone of voice. — "No, no." — Shaking your head quickly and disagreeing with the fallacies your lover uttered, you tried to calm the situation. — "That dress was great, i loved it."

Now, a nervous and distressed smile formed on your beautiful and stubborn lips against Coriolanus' venomous and superb smile. — He had you in his cold, rich hands, he had you in the cage like a little bird crying for freedom. — He had you.

"You don't know how happy i'm about this, my love."

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xyziiix · 11 months

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𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘋 ~ 𝘑.𝘗 & 𝘚.𝘙

PAIRINGS: Captain John Price X Female!Reader X Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

WARNINGS: SMUT - this is pure porn u guys - MMF threesome, unprotected P in V (wrap it please for the love of god) spanking, ROUGH GHOST, Price being an arsehole, being fucked over a desk, Eiffel Tower 😏, oral (m!receiving), creampie, kinda degrading.

A/N: I heard your pleas you little horndogs. You ask and you shall receive. (Sorry it’s a lil rushed and — surprise surprise, not proof read yet)

[could be read as a part 2 to ARDOUR, could also be read by itself)

It was Price that had noticed it first.

Of course he had. He was regardful. Observant.

He noticed it first a few days after you’d returned to base from Urizakstan. The way the Lieutenant’s eyes would linger on you when you were talking or just suddenly appeared — breathing life into the room, as you usually did. And it wasn’t just in a way one would be respectably paying attention to someone whilst they were speaking or doing something to gather their attention — No. it was the way his eyes — ones that always seemed devoid of emotion — would follow your body when you moved around, would watch you like a predator stalking it’s prey. Price recognised the look in his eyes.

Because that’s how he also looked at you.

While the situation you and Price were in was… delicate — and would definitely rouse misplaced reactions by the people in your place of work — he thought the idea of another man looking at you the way Ghost did would’ve angered him. Made him jealous. Irrational.

But for some reason it didn’t irk him as he thought it would.

And it wasn’t long after that he figured out Simon knew about you two. Perhaps the way Ghost seemed to be more observant and more silent than usual when the two of you were normally interacting with each other in front of the task force — keeping it strictly professional while you weren’t in the privacy with only each other. So that’s how Price figured he knew. Why would he be acting odd — even more than usual — about the two of you simply talking in the same room as everyone? It was like he knew a secret, a dirty secret.

Turns out he did.

In that battered down, sad excuse of a safe house in the Urzikstan dessert, it turns out not everyone was asleep that night while your Captain decided to fuck you.

You two had hidden it well — he’d give you both credit for that — so it was safe to say it had genuinely surprised him when he saw the sight in front of him that night. He was careful. Quiet. Like a ghost. Sticking to the shadows and moving silently — which was very surprising considering the Lieutenant’s looming height.

He had heard the noises — your noises — and it was obvious they were trying to be muffled. At first, he’d immediately thought of danger, that’s why he had been cautious to approach instead of just bursting into the room.

He remembers the feeling of his chest tightening in realisation when he saw what he saw. Price’s back was to Ghost — laying on his side on the ground. He couldn’t get a good look at your face, but he could see the glow of perspiration from the moonlight shining through the thin glass pane window and onto the dewy skin of your bare leg draped over Price’s thigh. Even just the silver of soft skin and the sound of your singing being trapped into the Captain’s palm had Simon hard, his pants tightening in his groin area — other than that he remained completely silent, even his breathing seemed nonexistent as he just watched the two of you. He didn’t even touch himself either, just watched. Like he thought if he looked away for a moment then the image of you like this would be gone.

But now it had been burned into his memory. The sounds you made. The soft and supple flesh of your thigh. And even the way your dainty hand had grabbed onto Price’s arm when he made you come. He wondered if you’d make those noises for him — except he wouldn’t muffle them with his palm. No. He’d want you to let everything out, every scream, every cry, every wanton moan while he fucked you dumb with his cock.

Price had brought up his observation of the Lieutenant one night a few weeks later. Both of you basking in the afterglow of sex in your rooms in the barracks.

“Simon.” He started simply, and you had turned to look at him quizzically.

“What about him?”

“Think he knows.”

Somewhere between then and now, you had discussed the possibility of this. To say you were very surprised when Price was the one that suggested Simon fucking you was an understatement. It wasn’t that Price wanted to be sexual with Ghost — as sexy as that would’ve been to see — he liked the idea of watching him fuck you. He couldn’t explain why, but just something that had been brewing in the back of his mind.

You had told Price that he wouldn’t have wanted that — that he was a closed off person who was hard to read, how could John have possibly conjured up that assumption that Simon was attracted to you?

Well, your captain always liked proving you wrong.

Because here you were, bent over the expanse of John’s desk — the desk you’d already had the pleasant experience of being bent over, laid atop of, and sat underneath while you sucked his cock as he sat in the desk chair — only this time it was infact, Lieutenant Simon Riley plowing into you with his intimidatingly large cock.

His grip on your hips was borderline painful — but it hurt so good. You worried he may make the desk topple over with how hard he was thrusting into you. You’d never been this stretched open before — feeling the too much, too full feeling of his dick inside of you, the blunt head of his length kissing the plug of your cervix with each steady but strong buck of his hips.

The masked man’s gaze was set of the globes of your arse, how the flesh rippled when his hips met yours, how every time it did so he got a glimpse of your little puckered hole — fuck, he wanted to fuck you there as well. But, he didn’t want to push his luck just yet. The only noises to be heard in Price’s office was skin meeting skin, the sound of your small cries and whimpers of ecstasy. You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it was rather pathetic — your moans eventually interjecting through the room.

That’s when Price had changed his mind about just watching you. He had been painfully hard the last 15 minutes from having watched you already come on Ghost’s cock, your eyes glassy and lips red raw from biting them as you gripped onto the table for dear life. You didn’t even register him standing in front of you until you heard the sound of metal teeth being zipped open as well as the buckle of his belt.

“Gotta keep you quiet, love.” He excused with a chuckle while sliding his cock between your lips.

You really did have to keep quiet. And though the door was locked anyone walking by would’ve heard you — being fucked by your lieutenant while your captain watched.

You tried to focus on hollowing your cheeks around John’s cock. But you were utterly cock drunk, already feeling another powerful orgasm building in the pit of you abdomen while Simon continued to fuck you. Price had obviously noticed you struggling — as the bastard seemed to notice everything, he’d smugly remind you — so he had gathered your hair, using it to lift your head up as he started to fervently fuck your throat.

If you thought you felt impossibly full then you were beyond stuffed now, your jaw slack as John fucked your face and your pussy stretched almost painfully wide around Simon’s cock.

Ghost let out a prolonged, raspy breath when he felt you squeezing his dick in a vice. And in return, one of his hands left your hips in order to collect both your wrists with his single, calloused palm, pining them to your lower back as he fucked you impossibly harder, his pace quickening a little. His other palm landing a smack to your sore asscheeks — a crack of palm meeting flesh sounding in the office.

“Look at you, eh?” Price spoke, his tone annoyingly steady despite your mouth gliding up and down his cock. “Being fucked by your superiors. What would everyone make of you?” He asked with a gruff chuckle — and obviously you couldn’t answer.

About several moments later you felt yourself tumbling into another fierce climax, all but crying around John’s cock as your abused cunt squeezed Simon pitifully — which rewarded you with another slap to your rear, the skin red raw.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon grunted lowly — that adding to the short list of words he’d actually spoken this whole time.

Your arse hurt, your wrists hurt, your jaw hurt — your fucking pussy hurt — but you didn’t want it to stop, ever.

John pulled his cock out of your mouth, his dick coated in a mix of saliva and precum. His hand still buried in your hair — keeping your head up. Your neck hurt as well.

“Such a good girl.” Price praised as he bent his knees a little to see your face better, a smug smile curling his lips at the tears staining your flushed cheeks. “He makin’ you feel good?” He asks, there’s an edge to his voice.

The Lieutenant — being so full of surprises tonight — pushes his hand under you. The rough pad of his thumb cruelly flicking your clit. Your body seizing forward, a sharp cry escaping your lips while Simon still held your wrists pinned behind you.

When your eyes had widened at the overstimulating sensation, John had mirror your expression — but mockingly. “You like being used like this don’t you?”

You could only moan in response — unable to form a coherent thought let alone sentence.

Price tapped your cheek, your eyes focusing back on his smug face. “Asked you a question, love.” He reminded you. Arsehole.

“Yeah-“ you managed to babble out, your words shaking in tandem with your body, John’s smile curled into a Cheshire Cat grin — his goatee lifting.

“Yeah, you do.” He repeated.

Neither men had lasted much long after that. Price had gone back to fucking your face while Simon was relentlessly pounding into you. Your third orgasm was — quite literally — breath taking, it felt like your skin was on fire, yet numb at the same time. You definitely couldn’t feel your legs. Ghost came first, burying himself all the way to the hilt before spilling hot ropes of come inside of you with a groan — so much that it leaked out of you in a dribble of pearly white, you had let out a pathetic whine when he pulled out — the empty feeling had you quivering around nothing.

Price came a few moments later, filling your mouth with his salty spend before you swallowed it all. It tickled your raw throat.

Ghost had left soon after, not that he was ignorant in checking up on you, but because he knew that wasn’t his place to do so — not yet anyway. He had helped you up from the desk though, soothing his hands up and down your waist before Price took over. He had shared a look with you — his eyes saying everything his mouth wouldn’t.

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I tagged the ppl who commented on ARDOUR, if your name isn’t in grey then it wouldn’t let me tag you x

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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A drop of your love

request: can I please request a lucien x reader fic? where they're "just friends" and lucien has a rough day. to help him feel better she prepares a bath for him and washes his hair and back (scars from under the mountain still shining there), all while giving him soft kisses on his cheeks, neck and ears, whispering how much he's beautiful and how much she loves him.

a/n it's my first ever Lucien story so go easy on me but also enjoy. 🤍✨

warnings: scars, mention of murder, blood, torture, trauma.

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The kitchen felt stuffy and warm, despite the rain pouring outside. Eight other females were twirling around the place. Pot lids were clacking, and the sound and steam of boiling stews and sauces steeped into the smallest of places. It was nearing dinner time, so the commotion was a usual thing. Yet in the midst of it all, you managed to find peace in kneading the dough and shaping it into little loaves before carving delicate leaf shapes into each.

"They're back", the voice rang through the door as Maria, the youngest, ran in, making the older woman pick up their work and ordering whoever was assigned to help them to work more swiftly. You were just finishing up putting the loaves in the oven when you felt the presence of someone beside you. "It looked bad. Worse than the past two times", Maria's voice was low and cautious. Gossiping about anything was forbidden. Even more so when it came to the high lord and his family. There wasn't a thing that Beron did wrong in his own eyes, so everyone was to believe that as well. Many had lost their tongues for a word or two said at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Was he on his own?", you asked while wiping your hands onto the apron, keeping your head turned in the complete opposite direction from the girl. So your mouth moving could be mistaken for you just muttering recipes under your breath. "Lord Eris was beside him", you frowned. That was not what you expected, especially if the situation was bad. Eris was Beron's pride and joy, at least in front of the court's eyes. Mother only knew how many times you had washed the blood out of his clothes and brought him remedies for the bruises. But he was initialed to take the throne one day, and so that gave his father more than one opportunity to make him fight for that spot like a wild animal, urging the rest of the brothers to attack and try to take Eris out.

"Y/N, you're asked for", your head instantly turned to the guard calling out your name. Wasting no time, you shrugged your dirty apron off, reaching for an already prepared jug of wine before rushing up the stairs. By the laws that Beron ruled by, you belong to Eris. A price. A gift, if you will. From his father himself, after they burned the village that wanted to rebel against the high lord. Dragged by the hair to the main mansion. Forced to kiss the high lord's feet as a thank you for taking you in. Not all females made it here. Most were butchered and left to rot. Only the prettiest and most fertile were brought in.

"My lord", you said, knocking on Eris's chamber doors carefully, waiting for his approval before walking inside. The place was dimly lit. You didn't dare lift your hand. Eris didn't like to be gawked at. Time spent away from his father was sacred to him. He got so little of it. Never enough. "As pleased as I am to see your face, petal, I'd prefer if you sought Lucien out", his words made you still in your place. Usually, Eris was way more subtle about how he approached this subject.

Back then, Beron let his sons pick the girls they wanted. And it wasn't Eris who picked you. No, it was Lucien. But Beron despised Lucien with everything that he had. So the moment the youngest made a choice, the high lord burst out laughing. Mocking the fact that he even thought that he had the right to pick anything at all. And because he wanted to cause Lucien more harm and show him even more that he wasn't ever going to get what he wanted, he gave you away to Eris instead.

"Is it… bad?", You cleared your throat, settling the jug onto the side table. You two had formed a weird sort of friendship through the years. Eris was a good male, even if he was forced to portray this cruel creature. Regardless of his father's urging, he never bedded you, never force you into anything you didn't want to, and besides his little anger outbursts, he never shouted at you either. "You women gossip around, so what would you say?", the lord said bitterly, making your cheeks turn crimson. "My apologies, my lord", you said quickly, hoping to not get Maria in trouble for any of it.

Eris rubbed a hand over his face and said, "Go to him, will you?", you nodded your head quickly, bowing one more time before turning to leave. This wasn't an unusual practice. Eris saw the way Lucien's face dropped when his father dragged you and shoved you into Eris's arms, "Yours to keep or kill, son". He celebrated you as his win in front of everyone's eyes, but the moment the door to his chamber closed, you saw a completely different person in front of you. Someone who cared, someone who loved deeply but couldn't show it. It was Eris who arranged your and Lucien's first proper meeting. He sent you to his cabin to fetch an old book with court documents; however, what you found there instead was Lucien. Fumbling with a lira in his hands. So lost in the sound of music that he didn't even hear you. He never played in the main villa, but in the safety of his brother's cabin, he must have felt safe.

Pressing both of your palms onto the cold wall, you pushed slightly. You couldn't enter Lucien's chamber from the hallway. Folks around the villa gossiped too much, and now that Beron was getting out of hand, everyone was looking for the smallest misbehavior so they could run off to the high lord and prove their loyalty that way. "Shouldn't you be with my brother?", Lucien's voice greeted you before you had even fully stepped into the room. "Tia is of more use to him now", you said rather bluntly, before forcing the passage back closed and wiping the dust onto your skirt. You turned to the red-haired male, who looked as pale as the paper. So Maria was right; it was indeed bad.

"Lucien", you muttered softly. You two had grown closer. Call it an instant connection back at the village after the slaughter. Or maybe it was the fact that you had found comfort in one another's presence through the years. You weren't a servant to him. There were no titles when you were together. It was just Y/N and Lucien. Eris's cabin was where you met most of the time. Some evenings, instead of tending to Eris privately, you were let off to spend the night with his brother instead. Yet even in the beauty of the moment, you never let yourself forget how whatever had been blooming in your chest would never become a reality.

"It's okay. Just… need to", the youngest of the Vanserras shook his head, pulling at the strings of his cloak, which he forgot to take off once he stepped into the room. His clothes were dirty. Dried blood still coated his skin, even if he tried to wash it off. "Should I run you a bath?", you asked, keeping your voice warm and gentle as you stepped closer. Lucien said nothing, moving to reach for your wrist so he could pull you closer to him. He wrapped a hand around your back, guiding you down onto his lap. You carefully cupped his face, tilting your head to the side, hoping to catch his eyes.

"It was the usual", Lucien touched your wrists, pulling them away from him, as if trying to keep you away from the filth that he was coated in. That still lingered. "Just this time he made us slotted children", your heart fell. Lucien was indeed the softest of them all, and not in a weak way; he had a good heart. Something that was looked down on in this court. He had a heart that cared. A heart that considered others' feelings. Beron had tried to choke out that part of his youngest for a while, but it didn't work. And the more Lucien cared, the more Beron wanted to make his life a burning hell.

"I sent Pipper to bury them. If father won't catch them…", but this time you captured his face, pressing your forehead to his. "You are not to blame; you are not like him", you whispered. Cautious of your surroundings but wanting nothing more than to pluck all the bad thoughts away. Lucien turned his face slightly to the side, brushing his lips over the inside of your palm. "You will never be like him", you knew words could be hard in moments like this. And how could they not? With a sigh, Lucien stuttered, "But what if…", You shook your head instantly, "There are no what-ifs, Lu". The years you two spent getting to know each other had proven to you over and over again that he was nothing like his father or brothers. Lucien's love ran deep. He was strong-willed and fearless when needed, but just as much, he brought a shield of calmness and that autumn coziness with him.

"What?", You had been lying in the field of flowers with Lucien the whole evening. Tia had offered to cover for you back in the villa. You two had been looking up at clouds, pointing out shapes, and making up stories. It felt calming and easy. So easy, it almost scared you. And then a giggle slipped past Lucien's lips as he shook his head. "Nothing", he muttered, his eyes not leaving you. You nervously brushed your fingers through your hair, fearing that something might be tangled in it,"That's not fair now".

However, Lucien giggled softly anyway. You playfully shoved at his chest, "Tell me", you pleaded, "Why are you smiling like that?". Lucien reached out, threading his fingers through your hair carefully. "You", he muttered, your heart skipped a beat right as he spoke up again, "Still don't know why Mother would send you to me". His voice sounded more like a whisper. As if he was scared for someone to hear it. For someone to make the happiness disappear. You cupped his face, leaning closer to him. "Good hearts call out to other good hearts, Lu".

You smiled at the memory as you brought the autumn male closer to your chest. Waiting for the shakes to ease. Knowing that pushing him around now wasn't going to get you anywhere So you stayed put. Letting him soak up the warmth and smell of your body. For Lucien, you were a haven. Autumn wasn't his home; you were. You've been there since the moment he saw you. No one had truly shown him kindness until you came along. No one had taken the time to get to know him. To let him be himself. Lucien had been heading down a dangerous route back then. Beron had been close to bending his will. But then you came around. And something shifted.

"How about I make you a nice bath? You know, with lavender…", You brushed a kiss over the top of Lucien's head, rubbing your hands up and down his back. Yet his grip on you only tightened, "I will stay close by and will brush your hair. We can even braid it", it felt almost silly how you were trying to bribe him into it, but you knew that affection was what he truly needed. "Four plats?", he asked, making you let out a soft chuckle. "Whatever you want, fireboy".

The bath chamber was filled with steam. At this point, you were convinced that Lucien was close to boiling himself in that bathtub. You let him get undressed before you walked back in. Thankful for the stuffy room, it hid your rosy cheeks, which had turned crimson at the sight of Lucien's naked chest. You've seen him shirtless before. Mother… You two had made out in the stables once. You had let go of all your boundaries. That one time you let yourself dive headfirst into whatever was blooming deep within you.

"Hot baths are fun, but how about we don't cook you alive?", your much colder hands pressed down onto Lucien's shoulders. You let your fingers wander across his skin, kneading the tense muscles. Lucien let out a growl of satisfaction. Hands gripping the side of the tub once your fingers found a particularly painful knot. "How you do this is beyond me,", he muttered, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips. "Braking bread is no joke", you laughed under your breath. "I never doubted your skilled hands", Lucien practically purred, causing your cheeks to heat some more.

You reached for a cloth, dipping it into the water before moving it over Lucien's back. A light frown suddenly tinted your eyes as you once again turned to the scars that painted Lucien's skin. It never failed to make you feel this burning pain in your chest. No matter how many times you saw them. Lucien was weary of showing them to you at first. You only got to see them when he stubbornly hid them from you after the latest beating from his father, getting them infected and causing a fever to break out. You nursed him for a couple of weeks while he remained practically unconscious as he lay on his stomach. You had never been so scared in your life.

You ran the damp cloth over his back a couple of times until your hand stilled. Your brain was telling you to stop, but your heart fought back harder. So you leaned in, dipping your head lower as your lips brushed over Lucien's shoulder once, then over his shoulder blade. You let your fingers dance over the grooves of the scars before accompanying the touch with your lips. You knew that he hated this cruel reminder, but to you, this was a part of him that you wished he could learn to love. This wasn't a sign of weakness. This was a sign that he survived.

"I love you", those words slipped past your lips dangerously quickly. A gasp followed right away when the realization hit. "What?", Lucien turned your way. You two had grown closer. Way closer for it to just be called friends, but you never let yourself think of it. "You… What did you say?", Lucien had shifted inside the tub so he could face you. You shook your head, moving to pull away, but Lucien grasped your wrist gently. "Y/N", you knew, that wasn't a demand. If you wanted, you could leave. He wouldn't hold you back, but you couldn't. Not when his desperation filled the room. You could sense his emotions. All of a sudden, they were all around you, and you couldn't feel anything else. A golden thread glistened all of a sudden. Catching both of your attention. A breath hitched in your throat. "I love you", you muttered once again carefully, and the gold seemed to beam.

Lucien practically jumped out; of the bath, causing you to quickly turn your head to the side and for him to lower his hands. A nervous chuckle left your lips. You felt his arms around your shoulders; next, he was still dripping but he didn't care. Pulling away from you slightly, Lucien pushed a finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You love me?", he whispered. You bit down on your lip. A part of you screamed that this was wrong, wrong but the mating bond danced around you. Happy and satisfied now that you have finally acknowledged it. You didn't trust your words, simply nodded your head. Lucien did the same, mimicking the movement. "My gorgeous girl", his fingers cupped your face as he leaned his forehead onto yours, "I always knew it would be you".

Your bottom lip quivered, your hands restted on his hips as you moved to stand even closer to him. Lucien ran his fingers over your lips gently. "Say it again", he urged you. "I need to hear you say it again", a tear ran down your cheek as you stepped onto your tippy toes. Cupping Lucien's face as you leaned closer, you whispered, "I love you, Lucien, with all that I am" right by his lips. Lucien let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before crashing his lips against yours. For a kiss that said it all. The kiss was more than just the aftermath of an emotional moment. It was a promise. A plea for love. A chance for Lucien to finally get a glimpse of what true happiness looked like.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Bound To You.

PAIRING: Modern!Dad!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,605.

SUMMARY: Domestic life with Aegon has been bliss thus far, yet there’s still one, pestering thing troubling his mind, and he won’t rest until he hears the word “yes”...

WARNINGS: nil.

A/N - I give you (chubby) Dad!Aegon!!! cause what’s more fluffier than DILF AEG?! I hope you all enjoy it! it’s not my finest work but the concept warms my heart, I hope it does yours xoxo

The long anticipated birthday was looming near, your birthday specifically, and Aegon was dead set on spoiling you, like never before, on your special day.

Since you’d both crossed paths in life, since your time in college, ultimately becoming romantically involved, he was eager to spoil you with a lavish, comfortable lifestyle, and costly gifts whatever the occasion may be. Growing up from wealth had its advantages, for instance price tags were never an issue…

Although, now 4 years down the line, you now had a third party entwined in your relationship: a beautiful, baby girl. She was only just at the cusp of entering her “terrible twos” and thus far, she was a god-sent angel. She had her father’s unique, ancestral Targaryen features: the violet eyes, platinum silver hair, and yet, her delicate details, the shape of her eyes and nose, made her a carbon copy of you.

Aegon was utterly smitten with her the moment you’d given birth: a grueling one yet worth every agonizing second. He was infatuated by her: her tiny frame engulfed by his massive size, the way her little fingers just managed to grip his pudgy pinky, and yet, he was ever so tender and cautious with her. He refused to let anyone near her proximity as she slept peacefully in the bassinet, let alone hold her, unless it was himself, you or his dearest mother to whom he trusted. Determined not to take any risks with his little princess, he was annoyingly protective over her. Even more so, he had more ammunition to spend his money carelessly. Whenever you guys were out and about, his wandering eyes would spot something precious that he felt his daughter just had to have.

“Oh Y/N, she would look the sweetest in this! Please! You can’t deny, she’d look so adorable!”

“C’mon hun, look at how she loves to play with it already! If I take it away, she’ll hate me!”

“Aeg she’s only 1, she has no use for so many clothes and toys that she’ll definitely outgrow and most likely out-love-”

Yet, there was no point in arguing, it was like talking to a brick wall. Aegon was stubborn with his ways, especially when it came to his little girl. It only heightened after eventually discovering that her first word was inevitably “Dada”, it drove Aegon ballistic, like he’d won the lottery, and the endless bragging that followed.

“Y/N did you hear that?! You heard it right? Grab me my phone- Say it again, princess!”

She was Daddy’s little, precious girl, that you could say with the greatest certainty.

****

“Bubba, now what are we going to get for Mumma?” Aegon softly coos, just above a whisper so only his little girl can hear, as he playfully bops her in his thick arms.

Too distracted with her new tiny doll, that Aegon sporadically caved in and bought just moments ago, he nervously glances over the stainless glass desk, an array of glistening jewels of all gems, carats and cuts, laid methodically out before him. If he could [more so if you would have allowed for it], he would buy the whole store out for you, although your prior prep talk a month ago, you made Aegon promise not to go above and beyond for such occasions.

“Is there anything I can help you with Sir?” The sudden, polite voice startled Aegon awake from the distraction of his own, deep thoughts, caught in a dilemma of what to choose. Met with the friendly smile of a middle-aged clerk woman, he returned the favor, even prompting his little girl to say “hi”, before she shyly buried her face against his chest, as he resumed explaining the situation at hand. After thoroughly inquiring, presenting Aegon with countless of stunning necklaces and bracelets, Aegon remained unconvinced.

“So sorry, how long did you say you’ve been with your wife for?” The saleswoman intrigued as she set aside the row of jewels Aegon had politely declined.

“Oh-Oh we’re not married. J-Just have a baby together… I mean not that I-I don’t or wouldn’t plan to, I just haven’t exactly decided when or how I’d ask.”

“Interesting- I mean I don’t mean to pry, I just assumed 4 years down the line, with a little one, perhaps she is expecting something soon… It seems you guys are pretty adaptable, go with the flow type of people. If you ask me, I think a potential engagement ring or even a promise ring, if you wish to buy some more time for a plan, would really surprise her in all the right ways.”

Spiraling in his own thoughts and memories, Aegon reminisced his relationship with you from the beginning. There was brutal truth to the stranger’s words, your relationship was neither premeditated nor were you each other’s type. In theory, on paper, Aegon and yourself would not work well, and yet against all odds you’d proven otherwise. Change and compromise, as you had always reasoned. As much as he hated to admit, neither was his little princess a planned circumstance… You’d fallen pregnant without thought, sometime after graduation and despite the fears and worries that parenthood foreshadowed, knowing you had each other to support and rely on, without the fear of abandonment, Aegon was comforted by the prospect of fatherhood.

“Sorry, Sir-I didn’t mean to meddle in your affairs. I was just suggesting perhaps-”

“No-No, it’s fine. If anything, you’ve just given me a reality check. I-uh-If it’s alright, I would very much like to see the rings, please? Hate to take up so much of your time.”

“Not a problem at all, Sir. Of course, I have just the perfect set in mind-” As the woman warmly agrees, she skims away momentarily, unlocking and bustling through the shelves of a drawer. In the meantime, Aegon’s little girl grows more and more restless in his arms, her little legs kicking and sprawling against Aegon’s plush tummy [he had grown quite a Dad bod, since fathering his first child, suffering from more cravings during your pregnancy than you]. Bored from the entertainment her doll had occupied her with, she now craved for her Daddy’s attention, eager to see what had kept him busy.

“I know, I know, baby. Home soon-” He softly whispers into her tiny ear, gently brushing her thick, platinum waves out of her eyes, as she nestles her tiny head onto his collar. Planting a small, faint kiss atop her head, her presence helped to reaffirm his decision.

“Finish getting Mumma a present, and then it’s nap time for you, hmm?”

****

“Surprise baby! Happy Birthday!” Aegon excitedly shouted, standing by the dining table with his baby securely wrapped in his arm: his other free hand warmly embracing your body.

The sight before you was, indeed, a welcoming one, quite rewarding after a tiresome, stressful day at work. Aegon had organized and prepared a feast for just the three of you all, desperate for something small, and intimate, any other festivities could wait for the weekend. He’d ordered your favorite takeout, and even set up the birthday cake with the candles burning bright, you knew by the intricate detailing of the chocolate cake, it was one that you’d most enjoyed and grown to love during your pregnancy.

“Aeg, this is all too much. You took the day off just for this, you didn’t have to!” You softly interject, as you plant a loving kiss on his plump cheek, before planting a tender forehead kiss on your little girl. A bright smile beaming across both their faces, you were content enough with their affections and presence.

“Don’t be serious, Y/N, this is the least I can do… If I had it my way, we’d be half-way across the world on some honeymoon type of vacation,” Aegon teased, although he was intent on being meticulous with his words, wanting to gain any, even the slightest bit of a reaction from you, to his instigation of proposing.

Ever since the saleswoman planted the idea of marriage, the thought had begun to sprout in his mind like a flower in the spring. Vivid, realistic visions began to swarm his mind, of the ring on your finger, you in a beautiful, custom wedding gown that you’d look so divine in, made perfectly to cater for your body, tight in all the right angles, walking down a lavishly designed alter towards him and your little girl waiting atop. Set in stone, that you’d be bound for each other in life and death. Also contemplating visions of your family expanding in numbers, his heart grew double in size by the thought. He desired for such visions to be a definite possibility, eager to prove to you that his devotion would remain timeless and undying, against all adversities.

“Honeymoon? That seems a little out of reach for us… Maybe one day,” You slyly comment back, exchanging a taunting wink to Aegon before, setting out the plates he’d piled on the table. In response, he could only meekly laugh. Your response was not as direct as he had hoped for, although he was willing to take the risk. For god’s sake, you had shared a child together… The word “no” would kill him, however, it would take death itself to greet the man before he was ever forced to leave you, it would take a beast like a dragon, to tear him from you…

****

“She’s fast asleep, poor thing, you must’ve exhausted her today! What’d you have her doing?” You quietly pestered Aegon, not wanting to awake the girl, as you exited her bedroom, returning to the kitchen as Aegon was finishing up tidying the dishes. Sated with the delicious food and cake, your daughter enjoyed herself lively with the little energy she had remaining. By the end of the celebrations, the poor girl was helplessly yawning soft “aww’s”, sighing, as she rubbed her heavy lids, falling fast asleep, melting away into her father’s lap, before you’d carried her off swiftly to bed.

“Our little princess helped me make a very important decision today… She helped me pick out the most perfect gift for you, or so I hope it will be.”

“Is that so?” You taunt, as your arms wrap around Aegon’s broad shoulders, enveloping around his dense neck, as your fingers run through his short, platinum strands. You feel his muscly arms snake around your waist, his rough hands sneakily squeezing at your clothed cheeks, encouragingly pushing your body forward as it presses against his sturdy physique. Despite the confidence in his gestures, Aegon could feel the anxiousness beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach: it was a possibility that you would say no, but if that was the case, why stay with him for so long? Why bear his child? Why not leave the moment you felt the relationship was no longer viable? He refused to believe you could be that cruel. Although you'd only briefly discussed the sacred notion of marriage, he knew you were not completely against it either. “If it happens, it happens” were your precise words, if he could correctly recall.

“You okay, Aeg? You seem distracted, my love?”

“Follow me-” His half-hearted smile eased your concerns, as he firmly held your hand, guiding you down the hallway in a beeline towards your shared bedroom. Before he’d opened the door to turn on the light, Aegon instructed that you wait outdoors, until he told you otherwise. As he disappeared before you, politely shutting the door in your quizzical face, it was only in those sparse, lonesome moments, did the realization sink in that you hadn’t stepped foot at all in the bedroom since arriving from work. Aegon was swift in taking your belongings into your room, as he urged you to remain by, distracted and tending to your little girl, before the festivities would commence. And now you understood for good reason…

“Come in, babe.”

Slowly opening the door, a hint of fear quivering inside of you, unexpectant of what was to be met, you noticed the room remained dimly lit, with lit candles strategically placed across the room, red rose petals streaked all across the carpeted floor, before realizing they led a path to the neatly made bed. Spelled legibly with more rose petals across the clean, ivory white linen were the thick lettering of the words written “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

And kneeled before you on the floor, Aegon, precisely down on one knee, a longing look strewed across his face, with the most opulent, grand diamond ring you’d ever laid your eyes upon, held upright in the palms of his hands. It’s intricate details flashing in the dimness, the silver, stainless steel band coated in smaller, lustrous diamonds, as the main centerpiece was a pear cut, glistening with such intense clarity. Naturally, you felt the hot tears swelling in your eyes, a hand instinctively going over your neckline, as the other fell onto your stomach, where once a babe had grown cosily.

“Aeg-”

“F-Forgive me, my beloved. I know that this has been long overdue, but my feelings remain indifferent. O-Over the last few years, this thought has echoed in my mind, and since you’d blessed me with the greatest gift of all, nothing I say or do could amount to how I truly- how much I sincerely feel about you, Y/N. You, you and our little bundle of joy, you both mean the absolute world to me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you both. You have stuck by me since the beginning, not knowing what you’d be walking into, with a man like me, and yet you persevered. You not once considered walking out on me nor did you ever show your discontent with me. Forever I am grateful, I-I am undeserving of you… So please, the selfish man that I am, I ask more of you. I ask that you do me the honor of becoming my beloved wife, so that I wish to remain bound to you in this life and the next, against all odds, just like we’ve been doing since day one, baby.”

Not even a second passed by before your decision had been definitively made.

“Yes.”

Much to your amusement, as a gleeful smile tore across your face with joyous tears streaming down your scarlet cheeks, Aegon looked surprised by your acceptance. Caught in a daze, that you would decline, the answer “no” ingrained into his mind since the drive home, it took him a minute before his senses had settled in. Hastily kicking himself off the ground, he moved towards you instantly, now a similar, bright smile etched across his face, as his lilac eyes glistened with tears of relief.

“You-You said yes?!”

“Of course, Aeg! Baby, I’m so in love with you, have I been that blissfully ignorant in wanting to spend the rest of my life with you? My dear, dear husband.”

The word just oozing so effortlessly from your lips, made Aegon’s cock twitch with enthusiasm. Naturally, he swiftly placed the hypnotic ring on your delicate finger, the both of you mesmerized by its rich appearance for a few fleeting moments, before embracing one another, sharing a long, passionate kiss, as Aegon led you towards the plush bed.

“Should we not call your family, tell them the news?” You interjected, as Aegon plopped you down, remaining stood, as he undid the buttons of his fitted shirt.

“They can wait… Perhaps they shall be expecting not only a wedding, but another grandchild, niece or nephew, soon, after I’m done with you tonight.”

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samkerrworshipper · 7 months

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tourniquet

leah williamson x reader

warnings: smut, self harm, hurt n comfort with fluff n protective leah. 18+ minors dni.

There was country music thrumming across the living room, drowning out the background noise that came from the bustling London street outside the door of Leah’s house. You were both lying down on her couch, lazily making out, Leah was on top of you, her lips moving rhythmically against your own. It was sweet, the taste of Leah’s spearmint gum and glass of wine welcome on your tongue as you granted her access to your mouth. All you could hear was the sound of Chris Stapleton and laboured breathing as you both took a break to breathe every once and a while. The telly was playing behind Leah, a premier league game or something that neither of you had been paying much attention to once you’d gotten your hands on each other.

Leah’s hands were gently rested on your hips, her nails grazing up and down the delicate skin, her soft and luscious lips caressing yours like you were a piece of fine china, delicate to the touch. It put you on cloud 9, just allowing yourself to be completely enveloped by the pure love and adoration that was flowing from Leah’s body to your own. You felt immaculate, like you were made of a million dollars, Leah had a habit of making you feel that way. You’d never gotten past this stage, never beyond heated kisses and little feather light touches. Leah was cautious of how young you were, and as long as you were happy so was she. But right now, all you wanted was more, you felt desperately greedy as you allowed your hips to grind up into hers. Leah didn’t even notice the first time, until you bucked them up into her and her eyes bursted open, looking at you with a mixture of shock and complete adoration.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

Leah was an absolute golden retriever, never wanting to push you more than you could handle, but that also didn’t mean that she didn’t have desires of her own, desires to make you feel better than you ever had before.

Leah lowered her lips to your neck, sucking a light mark into your unembellished skin, leaving her mark on you. You moaned open lippedly, your hips arching upwards into her own, your back attending back into the pillows.

“Lee, please.”

Leah smirked against your neck, her innocent girl begging was something that she’d never get over. She lowered her head down your neck, to the top of the tank top you were wearing, kissing along the lines of it. She moved her mouth down, to the part of your stomach that was on show, the milky abdomen that she loved so dearly. She flattened her tongue out against your stomach, making you feel better than you ever had before with her tongue sensually sliding against your soft skin. Leah’s hands moved to hook into the waistband of your shorts and suddenly your had shot out to stop her.

Leah jerked away from you, a guilty look on her face as she looked down at you with regretful eyes.

“Fuck I’m so sorry, I read the situation wrong, we don’t have to do anything, I didn’t mean to push y-.”

You stopped Leah’s worrying before she could say anything else to you.

“Leah it was perfect, I wanted it. I just thought I should warn you, there’s a lot of scars on my thighs and hips, and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable about them.”

Your voice is anxious, full of uncertainty about what questions Leah might ask or what presumptions might come to her head. You knew this moment was inevitable. that as perfect has your relationship had been in the last few weeks, you were going to need to face your fears and eventually venture to this part of your relationship.

Leah moves back up your body, pressing a gentle peck to your lips and smiling against them.

“You're beautiful to me no matter what, if you feel comfortable I’d love for us to keep going. Have you done this before?”

Your lip jutted out between your teeth, your evident embarrassment about your virginity coming to light.

“Not exactly, but I’ve experimented and I feel safe with you, I don’t want us to stop.”

Leah nods her head against your lips, smiling and sliding her body back down yours, to the space she had previously occupied between your legs.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, we’ll just take it nice and slow.”

Leah’s hands rehooked into your waistband, this time with zero push back from you. When you nodded your head at her she smiled, pulling your shorts down tantalisingly slow. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching Leah’s face expressions closely as she tugged your shorts down to your knees. Suddenly you felt so vulnerable, so scared. Leah’s face didn’t falter, as she continued to tug your shorts down to your ankles and then down onto the end of the couch. She kept her eyes trained on the lines between your thighs, a completely neutral facial expression as she surveyed the tattered skin. It wasn’t something you were proud of, the raised skin all over the insides and outside of your thighs and hips. It wasn’t a pretty sight, there was a reason why you never wore bikinis in front of anybody. Leah did something you never would have expected, she leant down to the space between your thighs and gently placed a series of kisses to every single line. There were hundreds, she could spend hours between you thighs kissing them and it wouldn’t have mattered to her, all that mattered to her was making sure that you knew just how loved you were in her care.

“So beautiful, so perfect, so brave.”

Leah’s words were murmured warmly against your skin, there was nothing sexual about her actions, just complete honesty and pride at what you’d gone through to get to where you were. She took her time with the old, new, raised, red, white, faded. Every single one was equally important to her, every single one of the proof of just how brave you were, just how hard you’d fought.

“Lee, please.”

Your words were desperate, the image of Leah between your thighs mentally imprinting on your brain, like a tattoo to your skin. She was doing everything but dealing with the wet patch between your thighs though, the place where you desperately needed her the very most. Leah smiled up at you, the corners of her lips stretched tightly with a smile on her face.

“Is someone getting inpatient?”

Leah’s head came to rest on the inside of your thigh, as she looked up at you with hooded eyes that held pure desire in them.

“I need you.”

The pure want in your voice sent shivers down Leah’s back, shocking her straight to her core.

“I suppose.”

Leah’s hands came up to the elastic of your black thong, a simple enough piece, nothing particular about it, yet Leah felt like she could worship that item of clothing for months if you let her. She tugged it down though, down to your knees before deserting it and looking down to appreciate your glistening sex.

“So wet, I haven’t even touched you where it matters yet?”

You mewled at Leah, desperate for her to just give your dripping hole some much needed attention.

“Leah.”

She smirked at your needy tone, almost a whine.

“Fingers or mouth?”

It was such a simple question, and yet you struggled to answer out of the sheer amount of pleasure that the ultimatum brought you.

“Both.”

As soon as the words left your mouth Leah’s mouth was diving into your folds, licking a stripe from your clit all the way down to your hole. It was inexplicably perfect, and you let her know as much by the moans that feel sinfully from your lips. She licks again and again, and again, and again and again, until her lips finally suction to your clit and you almost fall from the couch from the electric shocks that are sent all over your body. Leah sucks gently, treating your clit like the treasure it is, savouring every single second that her mouth gets to taste you and learn what you like best.

“You taste so good, baby.”

Suddenly your hand is on top of your mouth, muffling the scream that Leah’s words force your body to produce from the pure desire coursing across your body. One of Leah’s arms comes to rest on top of your hips, to stop their unsynchronised bucking so she has a stabler grip on your pussy. Her voice sends vibrations across your sex, Leah suckles at your clit one last time before moving her head down to your hole, giving you her nose as a means to grind on. Your wound so tight from the simple actions that Leah knows you won’t last much longer, not that she minds, as long as your feeling pleasure thats what matters the most to her.

She thrusts her tongue into your sex and suddenly your thighs, the muscular thighs that not long ago Leah had been littering with adoration are wrapping around her head, somewhat cutting of Leah’s air supply. Leah doesn’t hesitate, only diving in further, helping you to chase your impending high. Leah’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pushing them open carefully so she can breathe and then diving back into your hole, thrusting her tongue in and out of it and resonating in the moans that fall from her mouth as she does. Leah’s taste buds are being completely bombarded with your scent and taste, it’s the best thing she’s ever experienced.

When she realises that you need a little bit more she brings one of her hands down from your hips and to your wetness. Your body jerks at the sensation of her rough pads making contact with your clit. Leah doesn’t spend long on it, replacing her fingers with her mouth and moving her fingers down to your clenching hole. It comes as no surprise to her when one of her digits slides in with zero resistance, your needy pussy sucking up whatever Leah gives it.

Leah begins a relentless pace, pumping her single digit in and out with rigour, It’s great, but you want and can take more.

“Leah, fuck, more.”

Leah only hums against your sensitive drippiness and on the next pump she adds another finger, slowing her strokes slightly to allow you to adjust to the intrusion. You’re so tight on her fingers, clenching down on her so hard that she has to put a little bit more effort into pushing her fingers in and out of your entrance.

When she begins to curl her fingers you're a goner, moaning wildly above her.

“Fuck Leah, fuck, fuck.”

The coil in your stomach is wound as tight as it can go, the need in your stomach at its capacity.

“Cum for me sweetheart, I’ve got you, cum all over my fingers.”

Leah’s words are enough of a booster for you, and in an almost embarrassing lot of moans and jerks your body is falling directly over the edge, your thighs shaking on either side of Leah’s head. You try to press your legs together, to protect your spasming cunt while it clenches and makes a mess all over Leah’s face, but she holds your legs open with her spare hand, desperate to see exactly what she’s done to you, the way she’s ruined your perfect little pussy. She guides you through your orgasm, gently cleaning you up with her mouth and easing her fingers out of your cunt when the aftershocks have dulled down. She cleans her fingers with her mouth, savouring the taste of you on her tongue. Once she was done cleaning up she snaked her way up your body, resting her head on your chest and admiring the thoroughly fucked-out facial expression that adorned your face.

“Your a devil.”

Leah only smiled at you, pressing a series of kisses all over your face, covering your skin with her lips.

“It was good?”

You nodded almost immediately, still shocked at how good Leah had been able to make you feel with just her fingers and mouth.

“It was perfect.”

The smile that graces Leah’s face is perfect, it’s full of happiness and pure bliss.

“Are you doing alright?”

Leah can’t help herself but ask, because the part of her that’s constantly worrying about her teammates is now worrying about you, worried if she’s been missing the signs that you're not doing okay.

“Leah I’m doing better than ever, you make me so happy, moving to Arsenal has been the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Leah nods dutifully, observing the information that warms her soul, knowing that you're happy and that her home is making you happy is music to her ears.

“Can I ask you why you do it, or did it?”

Leah’s voice is shaky, uncertain, she doesn’t want to push you, but she also wants to know this part of you, all she wants is to care about you and prove to you that she loves you like you deserve.

“How about we move up to bed and get into pjs and then I’ll explain it all to you, or as much as you want to hear?”

Leah nods quickly, pushing herself off the couch and picking you up easily, walking towards her bedroom. She helps you into the bathroom, the both of you doing your business and going about your night time routines. Whilst you’ve only been dating Leah for two months now, since you started at Arsenal, you’ve very quickly intertwined your life with hers, your toothbrush had a permanent space in Leah’s bathroom, your clothes in her wardrobe, your favourite snacks in her pantry. You stayed over at Leah’s house more often than not, claiming it was convenient because she was closer to the training ground. Leah loved your company so she was hardly one to object.

Once you’d both finished brushing your teeth and going about your nighttime skin care she dragged you into her wardrobe, throwing one of her hoodies and a pair of her boxers at you. You threw them on nonchalantly, watching curiously as Leah found her favourite oversized shirt, an old Arsenal one and a pair of sleep shorts. Once she was done you both walked into her room, her arm wrapped around your waist as she led you under the covers.

She leant her own body against the bed head, bringing your head to rest against her chest whilst she carded her fingers gently through your scalp. It was everything you’d grown to love about Leah, sure, Leah was terrifying on the pitch, terrifying as a captain, but in private she was one of the sweetest people you’d ever met.

“I started when I was 14.”

You let your words hang in the empty space, focusing on the feeling of Leah’s fingers working their way through your scalp, it was almost as good as the massages you got at the hairdressers when they were washing your hair.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

Leah wants to know, she wants to know every single little detail about you, but she also doesn’t want to push you, good things come to people who wait, and as far as she’s concerned her biggest worry is you and making sure that you feel comfortable with her.

“No, I want to, I just haven’t really talked about it like this with anyone.”

Leah nods her head and continues her movements across your scalp, smiling to herself as you relax into her touch.

“It was my coping mechanism growing up, in a house with so many kids and parents who are stretched so thin isn’t easy, and I was going through a really tough time. So I turned to self harm, a few of my friends had been joking about it so I tried it. I never really did it with the attention of seriously harming myself or killing myself, it was just my stress reliever. It’s not a healthy coping mechanism, I know that, I’ve tried my hardest to quit it over the past years, I really have tried. I hae a therapist, you know that though, and we’ve been working on it for a few years, I’m 4 months clean currently, I’m trying my best.”

Leah just nods at your words, forever supportive of you.

“I’m not here to tell you what's wrong and right, obviously I would love for you not to hurt yourself, but I also understand that everyone has coping mechanisms that work for them, I bite my nails when I’m nervous, and obviously there not the same things but I have my ways of coping as well. All that matters to me is that you are happy and doing okay, you’re putting in the work through therapy, you're trying your hardest and that’s all that matters. I’m here to be your person, to be the person in your corner, not here to tell you that you’ve fucked up your life. You are so incredibly strong and brave y/n, that’s what I see in you, a girl who has struggled but she found a way to survive, a way to get herself through the day. Sure, cutting yourself isn’t the best alternative, but you learnt how to survive and I commend you for that, I commend you for finding a way to deal with all the pain that you were going through. I love you so much sweetheart, all I want is to support you and be here for whatever you need.”

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, you bring the corner of Leah’s hoodie to your eyes, wiping away the wetness from your face.

“I love you too Lee.”

She smiled down at you, your face shining under the moonlight that was flowing in through the open curtains.

“I know sweetheart, now get some sleep, we can talk as much or as little about this in the morning.”

The topic doesn’t come up for a few more weeks, both you and Leah enjoying the absolute bliss that your relationship is providing. You're riding on cloud nine at Arsenal, scoring goals in most matches and earning your spot on the squad. You feel so happy, so secure, more than you ever had at any stage in your life, it all comes crashing down after a game though.

You didn’t even notice what was happening when it was being pointed out. You were post game, getting changed in the locker rooms after a tough loss to Chelsea 3-2. You weren’t really thinking straight, if you had been you would have waited until you were in the shower cubicle to get changed, but all you wanted to do was throw on some sweats and find Leah so she could take you home. You tugged off your shorts and compression shorts without much care, slinging them into the back of your locker whilst you searched through your bag for the sweatpants that you were sure you’d packed.

“Chook, what are those?”

It’s Katie’s deep Irish accent that catches your attention, your eyes moving to meet hers, which are fixated on the outside of your thighs. Katie’s voice attracts the attention of some of your neighbouring teammates and suddenly you're frozen to your spot, staring at the same marks Katie is looking at.

“Y/n/n, goo game darling.”

It’s Leah’s arms wrapping around your shoulders that draws your attention, her eyes quickly fall to where both you and Katie are looking.

“Mccabe, do we have a problem?”

Leah’s voice is so defensive, she had known this day was going to roll around at some stage, she’s just glad that she was here for you when it happened.

“Er, I was just asking y/n about what was on her thigh.”

You body goes rigid in Leah’s arms, Leah’s defensive mode doesn’t falter though.

“Hardly any of your business, I’d think.”

Katie gulps, but her confidence doesn’t waiver, and she’s now attracted the attention of Caitlin, your national teammate who is peeping over her girlfriends shoulder to get a view at what the focus of the three of you is. Caitlin’s eyebrow raises in questioning, but she doesn’t vocalise.

“Was just curious.”

Leah glares at Katie, and you can tell by the facial expression she’s going to bring this up at a later date with her, but not right now, not when you're present.

“Take your curiosity somewhere else.”

Leah’s hands reach for your sweatpants, and you're forever grateful as she hands them to you and you quickly slip them on. Leah helps you with your hoodie and packing up your bag, before leading you out of the rooms with one of her hands on the small of your back, guiding you out to her car. You don’t say anything much on the way there, but as soon as your in the safety on Leah’s car you just turn to her.

“Thank you, you don’t know how much I appreciated that.”

Your voice is quiet, shy, something that Leah wishes you’d never feel in front of her, but she understands that your teammates curiosity has gotten the best of you, and whilst she loves Katie like a sister, she’s just a little bit pissed off at her bluntness.

“Not a problem my love, I’ve got you remember, I’m here for you.”

Leah notices a change in you after that interaction, you shut down a little bit, especially in front of your teammates. She doesn’t push you, she understands that you're going through an adjustment period, plus you seem pretty happy when it’s just the two of you hanging out. That’s why she didn’t hesitate to go out tonight, it was a pre planned dinner with Alex and a few of their other mutual friends, you insisting that she go out and enjoy herself.

It’s a fairly relaxing night, Leah eats salmon and veggies, her go to when she’s out for dinner, drinks a glass of wine and catches up with her best friend, it’s nice, but she wants to come home to you, that’s why she stays sober, she doesn’t go out clubbing when Alex asks, because she has something to go home to now, somebody she can hold in her arms and feel so incredibly fulfilled. Alex jokes about Leah being completely infatuated with you, puppy love, and Leah can’t find any reason to deny it, because it’s true, she’s fallen head over heels in love with you. She leaves dinner at a more than reasonable time, just past nine.

She drives home with an almost giddy smile on her face and when she pulls into her driveway she can’t help but feel completely inebriated with the sheer amount of excitement coursing through her body at getting to see you, and love you and just be with you. She knocks her door open as she rushes through the entryway, her eyes searching for you. She doesn’t see you in the kitchen or lounge room, so after sliding her coat and shoes off she moves into her bedroom. When she doesn’t find you in bed she’s a little bit shocked, but then she hears the sound of the shower steadily beating down against the tiles of her bathroom and everything makes sense. She moves to the door, sliding it open, hoping to be rewarded with the sight of your beautiful naked form, and secretly hoping that maybe she’ll be able to join you. What she hadn’t expected was to find you sitting on her bathroom floor, a razor blade in one hand and red lines bleeding all over your thighs.

Your eyes snap up at Leah, unaware that she’d even entered the threshold of her house, let alone the bathroom that you were currently sitting on the floor in. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull, as do Leah’s as she realises exactly what’s going on. You shriek, involuntarily, absolutely terrified of the predicament that you’ve been found in. Leah freezes, her body unmoving as she stairs down at you, completely unsure what to do.

“Leah it’s not what it looks like.”

It’s exactly what it looks like, your sitting on her bathroom floor, with a razor pressed to your thigh, blood dripping steadily down you skin. It’s a sight that Leah never wanted nor expected to see, you’d been doing so well, she’d even sat in on one of your therapy appointments and talked with your psychologist about just how much of a change they’d seen in you since you’d made the move.

“Fuck-sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you- Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to go get some towels, and bandaids, and disinfectant.”

Leah’s words come out in shambles and you manage to soothe her with your own voice.

“Leah, beside me, I’ve got it all.”

Leah’s shocked at your preparedness, her eyes darting to the pile of supplies beside you, telling her that this was clearly premeditated.

“Okay-Fuck-I’m so sorry, do you need me to help? I should help, shouldn't I? Fuck, what do you need me to do?”

You nod at Leah, the both of you are clearly so unsure about this whole interaction. Leah’s brain seems to be short circuiting, and it doesn’t help with your uncertainty.

“Leah, just leave, I can sort this out myself.”

Your voice is short, dismissive, you don’t want to push Leah out but you're also so unsure right now and Leah’s own insecurity isn’t helping you. Leah’s captain instincts seem to kick in though, and before you can object she’s shaking her head and walking towards the shower, turning it off because it’s clearly not being used and then moving to sit down next to you.

“How about you let me clean you up, hmm? We’ll talk about it later, just let me look after you, you don’t have to do this all by yourself, I’m here for you.”

You look into Leah’s eyes, and whilst there’s still uncertainty hiding in them somewhere, she looks so much surer, so much more caring and you just nod your head helplessly, like a goldfish.

Leah reaches for your pile of supplies, first reaching for a damp towel and pressing it down onto the inside of your thighs, essentially using it as a form of absorption and tourniquet for your bleeding. She holds it like that for a few minutes, just waiting for your blood to clot. Once it does she throws the towel into her hamper and reaches for the disinfectant.

“This one will burn, just be brave for me yeah, my brave, strong, beautiful girl.”

Leah’s words of comfort do wonders for you, your body relaxing as Leah moves between your thighs. She smears a dollop of the disinfectant on her finger before gently bringing the pad of her index into contact with your scars.

You groan out in pain, the disinfectant searing as it ingrains itself in the lines that you’d inflicted on yourself. Leah tries her best to be quick about it, but she also does a thorough job, ensuring that none of the lines are going to get infected. Once she’s done with the disinfectant she moves for some bandages and takes her time addressing each individual scar. Once she’s done she pressed a kiss to every mark that she’d dressed, pressing her lips gently to the bandages. It makes you think of when your mother used to kiss every single football injury you’d procure, telling you it would feel better, and it never really did make it any better, but it made you feel safer, happier, like everything would keep moving even with the pain you were feeling in the moment. This time with Leah was no different, the action making you feel all cosy and warm on the inside, something that a few minutes ago you’d felt like was completely unachievable.

“I’m going to go get some shorts and water for you, is there anything else you need?”

You shake your head shyly, and take notice of the way that Leah palms the blade that you’d previously been using and watched as her eyes search around the bathroom to see if there are any more.

“That’s the only one.”

Leah nods and smiles at you, pressing a kiss to the point of you nose before leaving the bathroom.

She isn’t gone long, returning in a record amount of time with the water and shorts she’d gone out to get and a protein bar. She opens the bottle and packet of the bar for you, handing them to you whilst she sits herself back down in front of you and helps you into she shorts, being eternally careful of the bandages that she’d just put on your legs.

Once you’d drunk the water and eaten the bar she gives you a lopsided smile, on that tells you that you have a lot to talk about.

“How about we get into bed chook, tonights been a lot.”

You nod at Leah, she helps you off the floor and leads you into the bed, tucking you under the covers before lying down beside you.

Leah wraps one around your waist, her hand coming to hover on top of the scars that not long ago you’d inflicted on your own skin.

“I’m sorry.”

Your words are a whisper, meant for only you and Leah, not that there’s anybody in earshot to hear you.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for chook.”

Leah’s words come out as a sigh, she’s disappointed in you for a series of reasons, but not because of your actions.

“Why do you look disappointed then?”

Your hands fiddling with the corner of your pillow, your eyes trained on Leah as she ums and ahs over how to answer that question in the best way. She lets out a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m disappointed in myself for not seeing that you were struggling this much. Never at you though, I told you that I understand why you do this, and I meant it. I’m a little bit disappointed that you didn’t try to talk to me, but I understand that it’s not always that easy, I’m worried about you more than anything, chook and I was just a little bit shocked when I walked in on you. That’s not to say that I’m in any way shape or form angry with you, I could never be angry at you, I’m just doing a lot of thinking.”

You nod at Leah, trying to compartmentalise every single word that leaves her mouth.

“I didn’t want to bother you, especially when you were so excited to see Alex.”

Leah bites down on the inside of her cheek, she feels a little bit guilty about the fact that Alex had taken priority over you, tonight of all nights.

“Baby, I don’t care if I’m in the World Cup final, I want you to talk to me when your struggling. I love Alex, yes. But there’s a reason I came home so early to you tonight, because I wanted to spend my night cuddled up in bed with you, because that’s how I love to spend my free time, with you. I would pick you over anyone else in the world. You can always call me, I’m always here for you, I’m always going to be your crutch or tourniquet.”

Leah’s words bring tears to your eyes that you didn’t know where there, and it pulls a guttural sob from your lungs.

“I’m sorry, I was just so stressed, and feeling so alone and it was all I could think about, so I walked down to the drugstore and bought a blade, I wasn’t even sure if I was going to use it, but then it was in my palm and it felt so good and I missed it so much, but then you were home and I realised that I don’t have to do this anymore, because you make me so happy, you make life worth living and you make my world turn.”

Leah brings her hand up to rest on your cheek, her fingers brushing away the stray hairs that are falling down in front of your eyes.

“I love you too chook, you make me happier than anybody else in the world. I’m by your side for it all, this world will never be enough for you but I’ll try to okay, from now on it’s you and me against the world, and if you feel like this I want you to talk to me about it. I’m not going to try and stop you, but at least I’ll be by your side, I’ll bandage up your body and your bones and every single one of your bad days as well, okay? Just promise me that your going to try and talk to me about it, that’s all I care about, that you feel safe enough with me that you can talk to me.”

You nod at Leah, the fat, warm, wet tears dripping down your face. Leah’s thumb wipes them away, clearing your vision and allowing you to see the welcoming smile that has graced Leah’s lips.

“I promise, you make me feel safer than anybody else and I’m going to do my very best for you, because I love you and I want to be happy with and for you.”

Leah nods her head, it’s all she can ask for, that you are happy and healthy and doing well.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, if you're not doing it for yourself then do it for me, show me just how strong and brave you can be, whatever you need, I’m here.”

You nodded your head, letting Leah’s words sink in like a tattoo on your skin.

“I need hugs from you, right now, you need to hug me.”

Leah just chuckles, but she obliges your request, wrapping her arms around you tightly, tight enough for you to know that she’s never letting you go if she can help it.

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seafoamreadings · 5 months

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week of january 7th, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: it is a great week to be you. but it may not feel like it. the reason is that the sun is squaring the nodes and that's a lot of clashing cardinal energy, like maybe you have ten million things to do at once. but really - mars is doing so much good stuff behind the scenes. trust the process.

taurus: the aspects this week are invigorating and strengthening. your sign is known for kind of languishing in relaxation and it's actually good for you nearly always but this week? please go outside, please get up and accomplish things. it is so auspicious for you to be in movement and flow right now. crash on the weekend if you must.

gemini: you may feel quite antsy about staying at home, like you can't bear to see your own walls a moment longer. alternatively, or even simultaneously, there may be a feeling that you can't handle the public eye. maybe it helps to go wander around in disguise, or at least with big giant sunglasses and a floppy hat on.

cancerians: the new moon in capricorn is fresh relationship vibes. a new romance, a breakup, an engagement are all possibilities. no, probably not all at once. set an intention around how you want your commitments to actually look in real life, regardless of what happens to you at this time.

leo: this time of year can be hard for solar creatures like you, especially north of the equator. but this week is bookended by two lunar ingresses that are quite supportive to you, especially if you are out there looking for love. create something new. it can be just for yourself. it should probably involve glitter.

virgo: you have a lot of supportive astrology all week in taurus and capricorn. go out of your way to create, learn, and grow. granted, commitment is not really your thing right now. dabble and have fun and if you need to shed a few things, people, or situations, do so.

libra: even though lots of great things are likely to happen this week, the quality of the period can be quite frazzling to your typically very delicate constitution. watch for omens but make what changes you can if you don't like what you see. you don't have to resign yourself to a bad lot.

scorpio: this is a great week for your relationships. ALL kinds of relationships. it's okay, and indeed quite good, to nurture romantic ones! but do NOT forget all the manifold other ways to love. go out of your way to spread love in your community locally, online, to children, to animals, to the vulnerable, to your friends, to your family... what else can you think of?

sagittarius: be cautious with mercury-things, yes even though it's direct now, because it is right at the end of your sign preparing to move. it's still in the shadow zone, and especially at the so-called critical degrees it can feel like you just went back in time a week or two for a moment. probably not in a good way. just be careful.

capricorn: you're in a good, steady, stable place and picking up momentum. mercury re-enters your sign and mars gives you a major boost. you're getting things done and probably not feeling too depleted by the effort. one caveat; mercury is still retracing its retrograde path, so you're not done with the themes of the last few weeks yet, you're just wrapping them up. probably in really nice littel satin bows.

aquarius: beneath all the jolly jupiter vibes lies the constant hum of electric current due to your ruling planet uranus. rebellions in the name of justice do well at this time, but on a smaller scale too you might want to revolutionize your own life.

pisces: expect a little agitation early in the week. but keep in mind that agitation can serve as a boost to improve things. so it's not a time to be lazy, but it is a time to scry for omens, at least figuratively. scry and then act.

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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‘Look Up’

Ghost x female reader - callsign ‘Grenade’

Summary: After a small rescue mission turns out like no one expected, especially Grenade, Ghost is left stuck with her and her struck out heart. His hard, cold heart refuses to comfort hers, but in the end, the tables turned on him.

Warnings: mentions of deaths, pretty gore, angst, crying, then fluff?

Enjoy!

“This is Price, how copy?”

The 141 Task Force were all separated as they searched the grounds in between trailers in Norway. The sun had begun to set, painting the skies an orange color and clouds a light pink color, a little tint of indigo could be seen on the very top, near the heavens, but was overpowered by the suns brighter colors. The cold weather in their atmosphere was quite bearable, but that didn’t stop them from excessively sweating with anxiety.

“This is Ghost.”

“This is Soap.”

“This is Gaz.”

“This is Roach.”

“This is Alejandro.”

“This is Grenade.”

After Grenade gave out her name, in her delicate but deep voice, Ghost being himself was the first to speak up in confusion about the new voice,

“Price who’s Grenade?”

Price looked behind him and saw his new addition to the team, Grenade, who was trailing behind him closely, maybe 5’5 in height, sporting black cargo pants along with her favorite dark grey oversized shirt, that was tucked in as neatly as possible, shielding her chest was her bulletproof vest. Her round eyes were focused, sharp, and her gloved hands held her gun in perfect position. Price was pleased with Grenade and smiled to himself as he replied simply,

“Couldn’t debrief you boys this morning, but the recruit you all have been asking for was sent in by Laswell today. Later I’ll introduce her. For now let’s focus, have any of you seen that trailer?”

‘Her? He can’t be fucking serious...’

Ghost thought as he rolled his eyes to himself. Sure, he had been expecting a new recruit, (though he wasn’t part of the guys that had asked for one) but what he didn’t expect, was for it to be a woman. He had no hard feelings towards them necessarily, but just the thought of knowing that they can turn out to be like mean bitches like Valeria, (whom he wholly hated) or they can be completely mushy and useless, he never saw in between or a better version. Soap’s voice broke through the radio and through Ghost’s thoughts as he replied to Price,

“I haven’t seen it yet, what if they took it already?”

In that moment Roach’s voice came through, informing Soap and the rest,

“I don’t think so Sergeant, been keeping watch all night and up until you guys arrived, and no ones moved in or out.”

Alejandro huffed to himself as he questioned Price,

“Don’t you think by now we would’ve heard movement? Noise? I’ve heard absolutely nada.”

Grenade who had been silent the entire time as she heard her new teams members communicate, felt suspicion at what Alejandro had said, he was right, they were on a rescue mission after all, and yet, none had seen or heard any signs of life. She sighed to herself as she finally voiced out her thoughts, as she suggested to Price who was in front of her,

“Captain Price, what if we split? I can take the left here, you take the right, these are the two last rows of trailers anyways.”

Price stopped walking and thought for a second,

‘She’ll be in sight anyways... ok.’

“Alrighty then lass, take the left, I’ll be right behind ya going right.”

“Copy copy.”

Grenade went straightaway towards her destination, taking cautious steps, eagle eyeing her surroundings, even balancing her every breath. Grenade had been in many situations like these; tense, nerve wracking, holding onto the ropes of hope, in between life and death, name it, she had seen and been through all of it. Yet she stuck her head out and made it, did the impossible, and dared to push herself even more. Half the time (MOST of the time) Grenade was underestimated and seen as weak and useless by those who judged her by her looks and size. But Laswell knew who the real Grenade was, hence why she believed that Price would be pleased to have her included into the 141 Task Force. Grenade was a fighter, defender, cold-blooded killer towards those who wrote their death wish with cruel and abominable actions. She wore a blindfold to heartlessly take down anyone who came in her way with bad intentions or destruction, but once it was over, she took it off and she wore their blood with pride, knowing who she was and what she was capable of. But also, Grenade happened to still have a piece of her heart, that beat with love and compassion towards those who deserved it. Grenade felt no feelings towards dead criminals or even live ones, but show her a baby, and she’ll melt and hold onto it tightly, as if she hoped it would mold into her skin and stay safe with her forever. Grenade had witnessed battlefields from the clean beginning to the bloody end, what once was free and a good land, would become a cemetery for the unrecognizable and unjustly sacrificed. But if you caught her staring into the starry skies it the night or the gleaming, rising sun in the promised morning, you’d probably catch a small smile leave her usual, tight, sealed lips. Grenade was an Aesthete at heart, and adored life when it beamed in the most beautiful and amazing ways, from good people to the simplicity of nature, but she was also a soldier, after a wars’ and combats’ own heart. Grenade passed a few trailers, not seeing the number they were looking for, ‘624’.

“For fucks sake...”

She cursed to herself under her breath as she was close to approaching her two last ones, believing that perhaps they both wouldn’t be what she was looking for. She passed the second to the last one, and checked the top numbers,

“379... Nope not it. Damn it- Oh...”

Crossing in front of the last one, Grenade huffed in disbelief, she found it, in bold numbers on the trailer read ‘624’ at the corner. Placing her gun in one hand, Grenade stepped closer to the trailer, and with a calm, subtle voice, Grenade called out as she slightly knocked in the metal door,

“Is anyone in here? We’re here to help you.”

Grenade laid her ear against the metal door, letting its cool metal touch her warm face, hopefully waiting for any voice to call out in return, signaling that indeed, there was someone inside. Grenade clenched her fists in sight worry that she wasn’t hearing anything, but let out a soft gasp when she heard the most, childish voice say brokenly,

“h-help us.”

Grenade immediately stepped away from the door and pressed her radio to signal out to Price and the rest,

“I found the trailer, I heard signs of life. It’s on left side of the dock, last trailer in the last row.”

“We’re on your way, Grenade. Start taking them out”.

“Yes sir.”

Knowing that her team was coming her way, gave her enough confidence to engage as Price had ordered. Grenade lifted the heavy lock off the door, grunting while doing so, it felt like it weighed a ton. It took a couple of hot seconds to actually take it off without dropping it onto her boots. But Grenade was successful and began to unlatch the other locks, before grabbing the bottom handle, and pulling it up, opening it. Her heart beat happily at first, wanting to believe that she had found them all, and was going to get them all back home safely. But once she had lifted the door completely, her heart was crushed, shattered, burned and beaten, as she stood in front of the gates of death. All the bodies inside, laid dead on the cold metal floors of the trailer, their skin was pale, and the fading bruises on their skin looked blue and purple. Grenade blinked a couple of times, wanting to make sure that what she was seeing, wasn’t another one of her frequent nightmares, that haunted her. But every time she reopened her eyes, she was met with the same image, death. Grenade let out a deep sigh, trying to swallow the pit of rocks she felt in her throat. She never moved from the door, but instead looked at every person’s body inside, watching to see if any of them moved because they were still breathing, but they were all completely still. It smelled awful as well, like blood and gore, but Grenade was used to it, she had been the cause of a lot of it too while in combat. Grenade was so into her thoughts, about the injustice of Life itself, that she didn’t even hear the 141 Taskforce arrive, who witnessed her still body, standing in front of lifeless people. Her hands shook softly, as they clutched onto the gun tighter by every passing second. Price could see what was going on with Grenade, he could tell that the image she was staring at, was beginning to portrait itself into her mind, drawing every detail more haunting than it looks, creating a sense of guilt and sadness that painted the picture black and red, no white or any other color could ever be found. To stop the artistic works of death himself, Price approached Grenade and carefully placed a warm hand on her shoulder as he shook her away from her own thoughts with simple words,

“I’m sorry lass.”

Price knew that this rescue mission meant a lot to Grenade, she had been working on it for weeks turned into months, wanting to find the traffickers and trailer that was being used to traffic and harm people. Grenade had flinched at both his words and small hand gesture, but was instantly calmed to hear that it was his voice, trying to comfort her. She appreciated Price, he had been welcoming sense the start, and was the only one willing to take her in. Grenade shook her head slowly as she put forth in a low whisper,

“I swear I’m not crazy... but I know I heard a voice calling for help.”

Ghost huffed to himself, as he took in Grenade’s words and appearance with utter disgrace, thinking that she was probably going to be one of the mushy and useless ones. He then squared his shoulders and replied in his thickened accent meanly, wanting Grenade to snap out of her self-pity party,

“Maybe you are bloody crazy. It’s pretty fuckin’ clear they are all dead-“

Spinning around to disagree with who she thought would be a regular soldier, was stunned for a moment as she took in Ghost’s intimidating mask and height, her heart skipped a beat with fear. After being buried with real skulls for 48 hours because of a kidnapping, it left her absolutely terrified of them. She could right away feel the power and dominance he held. But nonetheless, Grenade tried to maintain her calm and addressed back with a stern tone, wanting to appear not afraid of him,

“I’m not. I heard someone say-“

-CLICK!

All of the 141 Taskforce’s shoulders instantly tensed as it grew silent immediately, they all knew that sound, by engraved memory ... and their minds registered to them in that moment, that a bomb had just been ticked. Grenade who was closest to the bomb inside the trailer, pushed away Price from her as she jumped to grab the door and pull it down to shut it..

BOOM!!!

But the bomb was too quick and sent them all flying, including her before she could even try to close the door. The adrenaline they had from the unexpected catastrophe got them to their feet immediately, grunting in pain through the process. Price was the first to call out as he stood to his feet,

“EVERYONE ALRIGHT?!?”

Ghost was the second to stand, and he quickly went for Soap who struggled a little more to stand, but as he picked him up to stand, he saw a group of armored men come towards them rapidly, raising their weapons to fire at them. Ghost held Soap up with one arm and used his free hand to reach for his gun, but he realized he had lost it during the explosion when he didn’t see it there.

“FUCK!!-“

“I GOT YOU COVERED! GO!!”

That was Grenade’s voice, that screamed over the rainfall of bullets, she slid on her knees and came to a stand in front of Ghost as she began to shoot at the incoming men, taking each one down effortlessly. Ghost stood stunned for a second, taking in the unexpected sight in front of him, but Soap poked him out of his thoughts as he grunted loudly,

“We need to get out of here LT.! We don’t know how much more are coming our way! We were ambushed!”

Ghost shook his head no as he saw Gaz running towards them, he let go of Soap as he ordered him,

“No, you go with Gaz!! I’ll stay with this one!!”

Soap was confused for a moment, but he knew that Ghost would protect what was Price’s, even if he didn’t like them. Soap nodded quickly as he shouted,

“I’m going to find the rest!! Meet us at our place!! Stay alive eh?!”

Ghost could see the worry in Soap’s eyes, but he didn’t have time to comfort the way he wanted to, but instead he called him by his actual name, knowing that Soap knew it was Ghost’s way of reassurance,

“I will Johnny! GO!!”

Soap nodded then left and ran with Gaz to find the rest. The gunfire suddenly stopped, making Ghost look back at Grenade, who still stood up, while the enemies were lifeless in the distance. He searched for his gun on the floor and found it a few feet away from him. Picking it up he walked to stand next to Grenade, who was reloading her weapon at the moment, but quickly though, Grenade was impressively fast at it, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Ghost. She had taken them all out successfully, and now looked around vigilantly. Ghost stood in the same position as he looked the opposite way she was, waiting for anyone else who could be coming at them. Back to back they ended up, with their weapons held high and ready. Ghost didn’t see anyone coming his way, and when he was about to inform Grenade, she called out to him in a calm voice,

“And we got more company... fuck.”

Ghost turned around and saw how an outnumbered amount of men were coming towards them. Though he secretly admired the way Grenade stayed put and ready to take them all out with her single weapon, Ghost knew it be impossible after a few rounds, there were to many men who would soon kill them. He saw the maze of trailers that stood next to them, and put his plan to work almost instantly when he grabbed Grenades upper arm dragging her behind him as he began to run off with her. She tried to take his hands off of her as she shouted,

“W-What are you doing???!-“

Ghost held on to her painfully tighter as he said back,

“There’s too many!! We’re fuckin outnumbered!!”

Grenade tired to keep up with Ghost’s long legs that took long strides as they ran away, what helped her keep up was the fact that she was practically being dragged by him. Soon they heard bullets flying around them along with frightening shouts, hence making them run faster in between the trailers. Grenade turned back as saw how close they were getting to them, with all her might she yanked her arm out of Ghost’s grasp and grabbed her large rifle from her back, and began to shoot at the men that were trailing behind them closely, missing some others no. Ghost stopped in his tracks the minute her arm left his hand, but he didn’t stop her when she began to shoot, until she ran out of bullets. She screamed in frustration when she found out she had no more bullets on her,

“FUCK I’M OUT!!-“

Ghost growled in annoyance as he grabbed her arm again, this time even tighter making Grenade yelp in the sudden harsh grasp, but he ignored her pleas as he yelled back,

“I BLOODY TOLD YA IT WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH!!”

Soon they ran out of the trailer lot, and up ahead saw the forest of tall, evergreen trees. Grenade pointed towards them as she suggested quickly,

“Let’s head for the forest! We might find a good place to hide there.”

Ghost rolled his eyes but nonetheless knew it was probably best, so before they could be seen by the armored men, they ran for it. The thickness of the trees and the darkness that began to cover the skies, helped them blend in and hide well in their dark colored attire. All that could be heard around them was a broken branch here and there, howls of the midnight wolves that cried to the shining moon, as well as the panting breaths of Ghost and Grenade who continued to run deeper into the enclosing forest.

They ran for a few more minutes before Ghost hauled them to a stop with his hand raising up in a fist, signaling Grenade to stop running. Grenade took deep breaths as she leaned her hands on her knees, trying to get her mind off of the thoughts that ran through her head. A heavy weight of guilt began to sit in her stomach, as she blamed herself for not being able to rescue the victims on time. She was a part of them, kidnapped along with them, but was separated one day, which she took advantage of and was able to be found after escaping. Grenade promised those she was with that she’d find them and rescue them, but now there was no one to save, they had all been killed. Tears burned in the back of her eyes, and a stone of pain grew hard to swallow as Grenade tried to breathe. Ghost had wanted to start walking again, see if they could find their team, but he saw how Grenade wasn’t moving at all, still hunched over trying to gain composure. Ghost wasn’t a man of feelings or sensitivity, people even doubted if he had a heart, so he didn’t think he was being mean or heartless as he groaned,

“Stand up Officer, we need to move.”

Grenade waved her hand sighing,

“Just give me a minute please.”

Huffing in annoyance once again Ghost disapproved,

“I don’t think so, either you start fucking moving or I’ll leave ya ass here.”

Grenade grew irritated by his demeanor towards her and could only muster out,

“Then go.”

Ghost definitely didn’t expect her to want him to leave her alone, he thought his words would get her moving on his command, but instead she stood in place. Ghost looked around and saw how the darkness began to swallow what was left of the light from the sunset, and knew it would get colder and harder to seek for their destination and team. So he then sauntered over to Grenade grabbed her by the strap on her vest and pulled her to stand straight as he pierced her heart with his words,

“I don’t care who you are or how you fucking feel, if I say let’s go you move. Is that fucking clear for you soldier?”

Hearing those words from him was what broke the dam of tears for Grenade, freely they began to pour out as his intimidating stance and hurting words scared her, and that only made Ghost more irritated and almost angry. He pulled her closer to his face as he seethed,

“The day you signed up for this you should’ve known that this would happen, so don’t pour tears... don’t cry. Expect it, and live with it when it comes and pays.”

Grenade didn’t realized that Ghost held her feet high above ground until he let her go and she fell on her bottom. She winced a little but was quick to stand when she saw how he had begun to walk away, putting quite a distance between them. Keeping her eyes on him she ran without watching her steps, which caused her to trip over a few rocks and thick tree roots here and there, but nonetheless she kept up. Ghost kept his fast strides up on purpose, to give Grenade a run for her life, but he kept an ear out for her anyways, hearing for her footsteps that followed after him quickly, maybe Ghost was an ass but he didn’t dare leave a his team behind, even if he thought he hated them. But suddenly he heard a gasp leave her lips loudly and her footsteps came to a stop, he kept walking thinking that maybe she was taking a quick second to breathe, but when he didn’t hear her footsteps continue, he stopped in his tracks. Holding onto the thin thread of patience that was wearing out, Ghost turned around growling,

“I swear if you don’t move I’ll beat your bloody ass- w-where are you?”

Grenade was no where to be seen, he only saw the trees he had passed in front of him, which made his heart slightly drop as a tick of guilt pricked it.

‘Alright letting her be behind me was my fault. Fucking helll.’

After admitting his fault to himself, Ghost began to walk towards where Grenade was, but paused when he heard her call out in a strained voice,

“Lieutenant! Hello?! Hey! I-I fell in a pretty deep hole.”

‘Just what I fucking needed... that’s what happens to short people.’

Ghost could see where she flashed her light, signaling where she was. He walked toward it slowly, letting the pain of falling in there really dig into Grenades skin, yes, he was being pretty heartless and a bully. As he approached it he saw the big hole, and the flickering light, he looked down and got hit in the face with the light, which made him groan,

“Turn that fucking light off-“

“Oh sorry!”

The bright light turned off after it stung Ghost’s eyes, and soon his eyes adjusted to the night and he was able to make out Grenade’s face, which only showed fear and worry, and Ghost was proud he had that affect on her. But before he could say anything which geared towards getting her out, he noticed her face change, and turn into pure awe. And he thought she was looking at him like that,

‘Why the fuck is she looking at me like that?’

“Why the fucking hell are you looking at me like that?”

Grenade gave Ghost silence as only her soft breaths were heard, she continued to look up, and her eyes grew bigger and brighter by the second. Ghost grew irritated by not receiving an answer from her when he asked, to which he then barked at her angrily,

“GRENADE!”

Grenade violently flinched at his harsh voice that was directed towards her, and when she actually focused her eyes on his mask, she asked in a soft tone,

“What Ghost?”

Scoffing loudly Ghost scolded,

“What Ghost? Fuck... when I ask something of you, you fucking reply!!! Give me your hand!”

Grenade was about to apologize to him but she bit it back, preferring to stay quiet and not anger him more. So she extended her hands to which he grabbed by the wrist instead, and yanked her out of the hole, sending her out of it onto the ground on her stomach. A loud ‘Oof’ left her lips, (for he had kinda thrown her a little harshly onto the ground on purpose, trying to make her see that he wasn’t up for games and bullshit.) But to his surprise, Grenade wasn’t fazed at all by his actions, she instead quickly stood onto her feet and looked up, again, as she explained,

“I wasn’t looking at you Lt.”

Ghost never looked at her as he fixed his sleeves questioning with a stern tone,

“What?”

“When I was in the hole looking up... I wasn’t looking at you-“

Ghost turned his cold eyes towards her and saw how she was still looking up, making him grow even more irritated,

“Then what?!”

Grenade walked closer to him, and pointed at the sky with her hand as she said simply,

“Look up Lt... just look.”

Ghost stayed still, refusing to look up, and continued to eye down Grenade, and for that moment, he actually began to see her. The color of her hair, and it’s delicacy, even when it was everywhere put in place at the same time. Her skin texture that indeed looked better than his, though she had a small scar on her lower lip and cheek and dark bags under her eyes, including a new wound and bruise on her cheek and chin from the explosion earlier. The way she was dressed, it was different, most women he had encountered in his line of work, wore tight, tactical clothing, while Grenade, wore the loosest ones. While taking in her body structure and clothing, he didn’t realize that she had been crying softly, until the most quiet sniffle escape her lips. Ghost’s eyes snapped to her face, and saw a single tear rolling down her cheek, but that’s not what had caught most of his attention, it was what was beaming off of it, a green-bluish light it seemed? He began to see the color turn brighter as it illuminated her skin, which made him turn his eyes to finally look up. And for once after a really really long time, Ghost felt something turn in his chest, like adoration. And for the first time in his entire life, he witnessed one of Mother Nature’s most beautiful creations, the Northern Lights. He let his head hung back to see the whole sky that was covered in light, gleaming wonderfully, it was celestial, unreal, so full of color and life. Curtains of beautiful colors in different shades of turquoise draped over the sky in ecstasy, glorifying itself as the darkness that surrounded it was long forgotten.

Grenades voice flowed smoothly as she said in a whispered voice,

“I never thought I’d see this... it’s one of my million wishes.. one finally got checked off.”

Ghost’s eyes left the sky for a moment as he looked at Grenade’s face, which was covered in more tears as they continued to fall. Ghost today had seen Grenade, whom he had underestimated at first, thinking she’d be in the way of combat, when she actually stood in front of it ready to take it down. She was known as a cold killer and a fighter, resilient towards anything that came her way, never looked away from her work when she destroyed the bad guys, and never let a tear shed for them. But at the sight of the Northern Lights, she was a teary mess, staring at it with her jaw slacked opened in surprise and awe. Ghost looked down to stare at his boots, but he caught the sight of her hands, shaking and covered in dried blood, making him think for a second, that at the end of the day, no matter who they were and who they killed, they were still human, and had hearts, hearts that could hurt and cry, be joyful and love. His eyes flicked away from them when she lifted a hand and wiped her tears away, sniffing as she put forth,

“No matter how much death I see everyday, I try to make an effort to look at what’s breathing and alive, to wipe the memories away. And this.. is perfect.”

Ghost looked back at Grenade’s face, which was already faced towards him as she was looking at him with sincerity in her eyes, sending her warm and inviting gaze towards him, she never looked at his mask, but kept her eyes burning into his blue ones. Ghost felt sunken and taken aback, not taking into thought how much of an affect Grenade was having on him, how much her good heart was awakening his stoned one. He then looked at his feet, and suddenly felt bad for treating her the way he did, so harshly and unforgivingly. Shifting his feet in the ground to sway a little side to side, he tried to ignore the way he was beginning to feel a little warm in his chest. Grenade began to shiver a bit, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to keep warm from the cold, and that’s when Ghost thought it was the best time to show he was sorry. Ghost wasn’t a man of words, he wouldn’t verbally say he was sorry or that he liked something, instead he let his body language speak for him. Shrugging off his large jacket, he quickly placed it over Grenades shoulders, tugging it on so it wouldn’t slip off. Grenade was caught off guard by his sudden change in behavior, but right away grasped onto the jacket and sighed in appreciation as it’s warmth began to seep into her, she didn’t let a second pass before she said,

“Thank you LT.”

Ghost smiled a little under his mask, and put forth in a calm tone,

“No problem lass, Do you know my name?”

Grenade looked away from the sky as she took in his sudden question, a question she knew the answer to, so she replied,

“Yes, you’re LT Simon Riley, but they call you Ghost for a classified reason, hence why you wear a scary mask.”

Huffing a short laugh Ghost questioned,

“Scary? That’s a first.”

Shrugging her shoulders Grenade explained shyly,

“Well, when you’re kidnapped and buried alive with real skulls, it does change your approach to them. Or the way you look at them.”

Ghost arched a brow as his heart pinched a little her confession, he began to feel more intrigued by Grenade, which is why he went on asking,

“And what’s your thoughts on skulls now?”

“Death LT, death... I really thought I was going to die. Shepherd knew where I was all along, yet he left me there to die. That was until Laswell put a team together to find me, which is when I met Captain Price.”

Searching for her face to read her expression as Grenade told her story, was the most heart breaking thing Ghost could’ve done, cause all he could read was fear. Ghost kept his eyes on her as he went on with the questions,

“How recent was this, lass?”

“2 weeks ago... it’s pretty recent.”

Ghost shook his head approvingly before looking around to check the area around them, it was pitch black by now, for the Northern Lights had disappeared already, only the moonlight scarcely shone upon them. Thinking to himself for a moment, he made up his mind, Ghost’s heart trusted Grenade for an unknown reason, but it was a chance he was willing to take. After slipping off his skull mask and skull balaclava, Ghost then slowly started walking up to her. Grenade caught that he was moving, but she didn’t spare him a glance, but Ghost didn’t want her looking away from him as he commanded,

“Look at me, Officer.”

“LT-“

“Officer. I’m not going to ask again.”

Grenade swallowed her fear of skulls as she chose to look up at him, but she was met with the most adorning, scarred face.

Her jaw dropped as she gasped softly,

“Ghost I thought you never-“

“Shhhhhh...”

Ghost had placed his large hand over her mouth, refusing to hear her words about him hiding his identity. She silenced herself, and took in his appearance with wide eyes. His perfect nose that look a little crooked at the top, maybe from being broken and readjusted at the same time. His gleaming colored eyes, that looked both beautiful but mysterious. The little scars that were here and there, like tattoos of hidden stories. His lips, his lips were pink from the cold, but they still look kissable. Grenade was shaken out of her thoughts when Ghost grabbed her chin with his gloved fingers, and began to say in a low but comforting tone while looking straight into her eyes with a hint of compassion,

“Everyday, you and I are going to work together, and worthwhile.. I’ll wear my mask and balaclava. I’ll teach you how to overcome your fear of skulls, for I always wear it no matter who I am with. And also because I know you can overcome your fear lass, you’re a tough one.”

Grenade nodded at his words, and could only muster out,

“Thank you, for this and for willing to help me, Price hasn’t been able to find anyone suitable... to help me out.”

Ghost smiled softly and tugged Grenades wrist as they began to walk away,

“Well now you have me.”

She smiled at him shyly while looking at his scars, but she wasn’t disgusted by them, no.. it was like she admired them, and Ghost saw that, and could only appreciate her more. Which earned Grenade the sweetest words that ever came out of Ghost,

“You can touch them..”

Grenade looked into his eyes hesitantly, but couldn’t think twice about it when Ghost went ahead and grabbed her hand, planted it on his cheek, nearest the largest scar. He dropped his hand and waited for her to begin to move. Grenade then carefully ran her fingers through them and memorized its texture and interesting shapes, only admiring how he could survive every fight he went through to get those scars. Once she was satisfied with herself, Grenade dropped her hand as she complimented him innocently,

“You have a very unique face Ghost...”

Ghost sent her a small smile of pride, for he knew he look good, even with his scars, it gave him an extra touch to every beautiful feature he already had, he was just afraid someone else didn’t like them, but he was able to see that Grenade did.

He sent her a nod as he appreciated her words,

“Thank you little one..”

Rolling her eyes playfully Grenade trudged behind him as he began to walk,

“Don’t call me little one, that’s why I have the name, Grenade.”

Ghost stopped in his tracks and turned around before smirking tauntingly,

“Why, because you’re small but effective?”

Smiling proudly Grenade confirmed,

“Yes sir.”

Ghost sighed as he began to walk again pulling her to stand next to him,

“Fucking hell....”

“What?!”

“Nothing lass... later on you’ll have to tell me how you actually got your name, there’s always a story behind it.”

Grenade tugged on his sleeve before asking,

“Will you tell me yours?”

Keeping his face straight ahead, taking into note how Grenade kept looking at his face especially his lips and eyes as they walked, Ghost nodded,

“Sure lass, maybe one day that could be your bedtime story.”

Bumping into his shoulder playfully Grenade added,

“Thanks-“

“LT??!”

When Grenade heard the unfamiliar voice she stepped behind Ghost and kicked his knees so they’d buckle and he’d fall onto them. He let out a gasp at her actions but once again stayed put as she stood in front of him protectively she looked around carefully. Soon she saw a couple of figures walk up to them with light and drawn guns, but before she could do anything Ghost grabbed her hip firmly as he said with a small beat of cheer,

“That’s Johnny! And that’s Roach, they’re safe. It’s ok.”

“Oh.. ok come on.”

When Grenade turned around to help Ghost up, he already had his balaclava on with his skull mask, making her take a step back while holding in a gasp. But she let out a breath when her mind quickly registered that it was Simon behind the mask, and nothing else.. she was safe and could trust him. Ghost being his observant self had noticed her reaction immediately, but he only approached her, grabbed her hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze while saying,

“It’s just me, remember?”

With a sigh she replied,

“Yes... I remember. I just wish I didn’t get scared every time.”

He nodded understandably,

“I know... but if you ever go through a tough time with it, I’ll take it off until you’re ready for me to put it back on.”

Grenade nodded with appreciation as he then added to make Grenade feel better,

“If you can overcome your fear... you can have this one, I promise. I have replaceable ones.”

Her eyes brightened as she raised her brows,

“Really? But it’s special to you no?”

Shrugging softly he replied,

“It is, but you overcoming your fear... would be even more special.”

Once Soap and Roach got closer to them Ghost went back to his stern self, but still sounded calm as he spoke to Soap,

“Good to see ya boys, is our safe place near here?”

“It is. Come on, Price and Alejandro started a fire and Gaz started dinner.”

Roach looked behind Ghost’s large body build and could barely make out Grenade who stood behind him quietly, but she looked calm and comfortable. He sent Ghost a questioning look, as he nodded his head towards her. But Ghost shook his head approvingly as he turned around and grabbed Grenade by the shoulder gently and pulled her next to him as he said the words that made Soap and Roach believe that indeed Grenade was someone to trust, for if Ghost, who was a hard man and had trust issues, could trust her, so could they.

“Boys this is Grenade, a brave one I tell ya... Price and Grenade will tell the rest once we get there. But I like this one.”

#simon ghost riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fanfiction #ghost angst #ghost fluff #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost simon riley #cod x you #cod ghost

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lieutenantfloyd · 1 year

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Hi!

I'm from Poland, so please forgive me any mistakes, english isn't my first language.

I was wondering if u could write something for Kylian. Like reader being a normal girl, out of spotlight, having normal job, and dating Kylian. It's still pretty early in relationship, and his family is kind of reluctant about them dating, because they are scared she is using him for money and fame, but then they see how she takes care of him maybe for example she helps him change or shower when he's injured, and they change their mind

Aimer et être aimé - K.Mbappe

Football masterlist

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Summary: While recovering from an injury, Kylian's family comes over for dinner. Reader, who's been caring for him, hopes to make a good impression and prove she loves him, not his money or fame.

Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of injury and medications, Kylian being a softy

a/n: Hello and thank you for the request! Your English is perfect :) I hope you enjoy this!

* Please excuse any mistakes as I don’t speak any French and instead used my knowledge of Spanish and Portuguese (plus some research into French itself) for the French dialogue.

Returning home from the market, you are greeted by a quiet house.

You shuffle into the kitchen with grocery bags and Kylian’s medicine in hand. Once everything is inside you make your way down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

Opening the door just enough to peek inside, you immediately notice Kylian’s sleeping form. He’s wearing a white hoodie and grey pants and positioned just how you left him; laying on his back with his injured leg propped up on a few pillows. You also notice how his coffee colored brows were beginning to crease from the pain medication wearing off. The door closed with a click as you decided to let him get a few more minutes of sleep. Not only did his body need time to recover, but you knew he needed to be well rested by dinner time.

Returning to the kitchen you carefully and quietly put the shopping away before preparing Kylian’s meds. His family would be coming over today, and soon you would start preparing a nice homemade meal in the hopes it would help you impress them.

You enter the bedroom once again, only this time with the intention of waking him up. You make your way to the bedside and softly sit down. Not wanting to startle him as he’s still soundly asleep, you ghost your fingers over his delicate features. After a few moments, he stirs under your touch and his eyes soon flutter open.

“Good afternoon, chéri,” You giggle softly, appreciating the peaceful moment.

“Hello, mon amour,” Kylian says in a sleepy voice. He pushes up into a sitting position and takes the cup and bottle of water from you. After he takes his medication, you reach for his crutches and help him out of bed. The move to the common room is a slow but steady process. One that, like all the other habits you’d formed since the beginning of your relationship, had become second nature to you. You helped him get situated on the sofa and gathered a few throw pillows to prop his leg up in the advised position.

Now that he was settled, you left him to play video games while you entered the kitchen. You made quick work of locating the ingredients and kitchenware you needed to prepare the meal. The sounds of Fifa and his teammate's voices over the speakers filled the room as you began boiling the water for the pasta.

An hour later, everyone was seated at the table and having a pleasant conversation. Twirling your fork through your pasta, you tried your best to swallow your nervousness. Even though you and Kylian hadn’t been together very long, you had already met his family as you often attended his games together. However, this was the first time you were all together in a formal way. His younger brother Ethan had taken a liking to you immediately, while his older brother and parents remained cautious.

Kylian was young, rich, and one of the most famous athletes in the world. Millions of people would kill to get close to him, just for a chance at money and fame. These things didn’t influence your feelings for him at all, but you weren’t foolish. Anyone, especially those closest to him, was safe to assume you would use him for his status and break up with him once you got what you wanted. for the same reason millions of others.

“So, Kylian, has y/n been helping you?” His father asked, eyeing you both closely.

“Of course. If I’m honest, She’s always there for me when I need her even before my injury.”

“That’s wonderful.” His mother said pensively.

“It sounds like you make a good pair,” His older brother said before pausing “Assuming you’ve been supporting her too.” He nudged. Causing him and Kylian to jokingly argue with each other with Ethan quickly joining in. Their parents looked at their boys lovingly before turning back to you.

“As you can tell, we’re a close knit family. I know your relationship is still relatively new but I have to ask, do you think you’re ready to put up with us, and them, long term?” Mom asked nodding towards the three boys emersed in their playful argument.

Swallowing your sip of water, you nodded before voicing your reply.

“Of course. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Standing in the doorway you and Kylian bid goodbye to his family. But not before they hugged you both and promised to stop by again in the next few days. Once the door was closed and the dishes were in the sink, you let out a shaky breath and sank down onto the couch next to him. Feeling the stress of familial expectations falling from your shoulders, you were thankful that the night had gone even better than you had hoped for.

“Tired?” He questioned.

“A little bit. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Although I’d be better if I was holding you.” He teased, opening his arms wide for you. You rolled your eyes dramatically before settling against his chest.

He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek before placing his chin on top of your head.

“Thank you, ma chèrie.”

“Of course.” You replied. Your voice muffled slightly by the material of his sweatshirt.

“Not just for this. Or the meal, or for hosting my family, but for everything.” He confessed. I meant what I said earlier. I’d be lost without you and your help.”

His words caused you to shift happily in his arms. You hesitated before replying, trying to keep the butterflies in your stomach from spilling out of your mouth.

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m around, isn’t it?” You grinned up at him.

"Sans l'ombre d'un doute" He hummed contently.

* Aimer et être aimé - to love and to be loved

* mon amour - my love

* ma chèrie - my dear

* sans l'ombre d'un doute - without a shadow of a doubt

#kylian x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian imagines #football fanfic #football x reader #football imagine #paris saint germain #psg #football

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the-goldenbunny-diaries · 10 months

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W.I.A (Wounded in Action)

⚢ Pairing - Jihyo x Reader

✎ Word Count - 2.1k

☆ Genre - Angst

♡ Description - Embarking on a spy mission with your girlfriend Jihyo goes terribly wrong when you get severely injured (A/N: I hope you like this one 🐰 anon)

★・・・・・・★

Months after you first met, you found yourself in an extraordinary relationship with the skilled, brilliant leader of the secret spy organization TWICE: Park Jihyo. Together, you made a formidable team, tackling dangerous missions and growing closer with every challenge you faced side by side.

One day, you were assigned a critical mission that involved intercepting highly classified information related to a sinister global organization known as "The Black Lotus." This organization was notorious for its involvement in illegal arms trade, human trafficking, and acts of terrorism.

The intel you received indicated that The Black Lotus was about to finalize a deal with a rogue nation, supplying them with advanced weaponry and technology. If the deal went through, it could destabilize the delicate balance of power in the region, putting countless innocent lives at risk.

To prevent this catastrophic event, your mission objectives were twofold:

1. Infiltrate the High-Security Facility: Jihyo, being a master of disguise and stealth, was tasked with infiltrating the heavily fortified headquarters of a Black Lotus subsidiary. The facility was protected by state-of-the-art security measures, including retinal scanners, laser grids, and an army of well-trained guards.

Your mission was to guide Jihyo, providing her with real-time analysis and strategic support from a secure location. As an experienced spy, you had excess knowledge of surveillance cameras, could hack into the facility's communications, and process information swiftly.

2. Retrieve the Encrypted Data: Jihyo's task was to gain access to the facility's central computer system and download the encrypted data containing information about the impending arms deal. Her skills as an expert hacker and martial artist would be essential in navigating the complex security network.

★・・・・・・★

The day of the mission arrived, and tension filled the air as you and Jihyo prepared to execute the operation. Jihyo noticed a flicker of concern in your eyes.

"You seem a bit off today," Jihyo said, her voice tinged with worry. "Are you sure you're up for this, my love?"

You couldn't hide your hesitation from her penetrating gaze. "I'll be fine, Jihyo. We have a duty to carry out, and the stakes are too high to back down now."

Her hand gently rested on yours, her touch soothing. "I trust you, but please promise me that you'll be cautious. I couldn't bear to lose you."

"I promise," you replied, mustering a smile. "We make an unbeatable team, and we'll get through this together."

With renewed determination, Jihyo slipped into the role of a Black Lotus operative, blending seamlessly with her surroundings. As she ventured into the heart of the heavily fortified headquarters, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and anxiety.

"I'm inside," Jihyo's voice crackled over the communication device. "The security is tighter than we expected, but I'm adapting. Keep an eye on those cameras, okay?"

"Roger that," you responded, your focus intensifying as you monitored the facility's surveillance feeds. "Stay sharp, Jihyo. You've got this."

As Jihyo progressed deeper into the facility, her every move became crucial. Unexpected obstacles and guards blocked her path, but she tackled each challenge with her trademark skill and tenacity. However, the situation escalated beyond your initial intelligence.

"Jihyo, the security protocols are more complicated than we thought," you said, your voice tense with concern. "Be careful. There's a patrol headed your way."

"I see them," Jihyo replied, her breath quickening. "I'll find another route. Just keep guiding me."

Your heart raced as you navigated her through the labyrinthine hallways. Then, the unexpected happened – an alarm blared, and chaos ensued.

"Damn it!" Jihyo's voice was urgent. "I tripped an alarm. They're on high alert now."

"Don't panic," you said, trying to steady your own nerves. "Take cover, and I'll guide you through. You've trained for this."

Ducking into a nearby supply room, Jihyo's mind raced as she planned her next move. The adrenaline coursing through her veins sharpened her focus, and she peered through the cracked door to assess the situation.

The guards, armed with high-tech weaponry, spread out to sweep the area. Jihyo's heart sank as she realized the extent of the challenge before her. She knew that taking them down quietly would be nearly impossible, and she had no choice but to engage in a full-blown confrontation.

"Get ready, Jihyo. They're closing in," you warned, your voice a lifeline in the chaos.

With swift and calculated movements, Jihyo sprung into action. She leaped out of the supply room, surprising the guards with her agility. Before they could react, she disarmed the closest one with a well-timed kick, sending his weapon clattering to the floor.

However, the element of surprise only bought her a moment. The remaining guards opened fire, forcing Jihyo to take cover behind nearby crates. Bullets ricocheted off metal surfaces, and she knew she had to act quickly.

"Look for any advantage in the environment," you suggested, analyzing the situation from the surveillance cameras. "There's a storage unit on your right. See if there's anything you can use."

Jihyo's eyes darted around, and she spotted a rack of pipes and metal rods nearby. Taking a deep breath, she lunged toward them, her agility and combat skills allowing her to evade the onslaught of bullets. She grabbed a metal rod, using it as both a shield and a weapon.

With newfound determination, Jihyo sprang from behind cover, deflecting bullets with the metal rod as she closed the distance between herself and the guards. With precise strikes, she incapacitated two of them, leaving the rest scrambling to regain their composure.

But one guard managed to get a clean shot, and a bullet grazed Jihyo's arm, causing her to wince in pain. However, she gritted her teeth and fought through the injury, knowing that time was of the essence.

"Jihyo, you're injured. G-get to cover," you urged, voice strained but your concern palpable.

Ignoring the pain, Jihyo pressed forward, taking down the remaining guards one by one. With sheer determination, she cleared a path to the central computer system, but the struggle had taken its toll. As she initiated the data download, her injured arm trembled with exhaustion. Despite the pain, she refused to give in. The encrypted data was her prize, a testament to her unwavering dedication and the strength of your partnership.

"Y/N, I have the data," Jihyo breathed out, her voice pained from her wounds. "I'm heading to the rendezvous point." She awaited your acknowledgment but didn’t receive anything in return. Even in her weakened state, Jihyo started to panic, rushing to the extraction point to find you.

★・・・・・・★

As Jihyo fought her way through the intensified security, you remained focused on providing real-time analysis and support. The pressure to guide her safely through the facility weighed heavily on your shoulders. In your determination to ensure her success, you inadvertently neglected your own well-being. As she faced an onslaught of guards, you fought with your mind, utilizing your combat knowledge and quick thinking to guide Jihyo as best as you could.

Unbeknownst to you, The Black Lotus guards detected your presence within their facility. Recognizing the threat you posed, they quickly surrounded you, outnumbering you by far. Armed and highly skilled, they launched a coordinated attack, making it difficult for you to defend yourself and help Jihyo.

Despite your valiant efforts, the odds were stacked against you. You managed to take down a few guards, but fatigue began to set in, and your movements slowed. A powerful blow to your side left you staggering, and another struck you on the back of your head, causing your vision to blur. With every ounce of strength, you tried to fight back, but the guards were unrelenting. In a final, desperate attempt to protect yourself, you swung wildly, but a skilled adversary managed to deliver a decisive blow, knocking you unconscious.

As darkness enveloped you, the sound of Jihyo's battle cries faded away, leaving you in a state of vulnerable unconsciousness. Your body lay motionless, and the guards, satisfied with their victory, left you there to succumb to the darkness.

★・・・・・・★

As Jihyo discovered you lying unconscious and injured at the rendezvous point, panic and anguish washed over her. She knelt beside you, gently cradling your head in her hands, desperately trying to rouse you.

"No, no, this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Wake up, my love. Please, wake up!"

Her heart sank and tears streamed down her cheeks at the sight of your unconscious form. With a mix of worry and determination, she carefully assessed your injuries. Her skilled eyes scanned over your battered body, noting the cuts, bruises, and the gash on your forehead where you were struck. Her hands trembled slightly as she gently touched your wounds, making sure not to cause you any further pain. Jihyo's mind raced, guilt gnawing at her, believing that it was her actions that led to this devastating outcome. She couldn't bear the thought of having put you in harm's way.

With a trembling hand, she activated the communication device to call for backup and medical assistance. Her voice was steady, but it quivered with an underlying layer of distress.

"This is Jihyo. We have an emergency at the rendezvous point. I need immediate medical assistance. Hurry!"

As she waited for help to arrive, she refused to leave your side. Gently, she brushed a strand of hair away from your face and spoke softly, as if her voice could somehow reach your unconscious mind.

"Don't worry, my love. Help is on the way," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I won't leave you. You mean everything to me, and I promise to keep you safe."

Finally, the sound of approaching footsteps and the arrival of medical personnel filled the air. Jihyo stepped aside, allowing the medical team to take over. She watched anxiously as they carefully assessed your injuries and worked swiftly to stabilize you.

"I'm sorry," Jihyo said to the medical team, her voice heavy with guilt. "I should have been more cautious. It's my fault he's hurt."

One of the medics placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll do our best to take care of them. You did what you could, and they’re in good hands now."

As they prepared to transport you to the hospital, Jihyo insisted on accompanying you. She couldn't bear to be separated from you, even for a moment.

In the hospital, Jihyo never left your side. She held your hand tightly, silently praying for your recovery. Her mind was filled with regrets and promises to never let anything like this happen again.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't lose you, not like this. Please, wake up."

As the days passed with you unconscious in the hospital, Jihyo remained by your side, consumed by worry and love. She hardly ate or slept, her focus entirely on your well-being. Her appetite vanished, and her nights were spent restlessly, unable to find solace without you awake and by her side. Her dedication to your recovery was unwavering, and she refused to leave the hospital room, knowing that her presence might be the anchor that brought you back to consciousness. Jihyo's determination to be there for you, regardless of her own needs, was a testament to the depth of her love and the unbreakable bond between you.

As you slowly regained consciousness in the hospital bed, you noticed tears streaming down Jihyo's cheeks. She looked both relieved and distraught at the same time.

"I'm so sorry," she choked out, her voice trembling with guilt. "I should have been there to protect you from getting hurt. This is all my fault."

You mustered all the strength you had to reach out and gently wipe away her tears. "No, Jihyo, don't blame yourself," you reassured her, your voice soft but earnest. "You did everything you could, and it was a dangerous mission. We knew the risks. I don't blame you for what happened."

She looked into your eyes, her own filled with emotion. "But I promised to keep you safe," she said, her voice breaking. "I love you so much, and I never want to see you hurt like this again."

You smiled weakly, your heart swelling with love for her. "You being here now, by my side, is all that matters," you said, squeezing her hand gently. "We'll get through this together. I love you too, and I know that with you here, everything will be okay."

In that moment, you found solace in each other's presence, knowing that your love and support were the pillars that would help you overcome any obstacle that came your way.

#kpopidol #kpop imagines #kpop gg #kpop #jihyo #park jihyo #spy jihyo #twice jihyo #fluff #twice fluff #kpop fluff #angst #twice angst #kpop angst #jihyo x reader #twice x reader

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anne-chloe · 5 months

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Underground | III |

Jareth/The Goblin King x F! Reader

Summary: You discover a beautiful green area and the company of a gorgeous unicorn. The beauty of the labyrinth is almost blinding, and you find it even more so when the Goblin King shows up.

You entered the greenery with extreme pride, pleased that you had made it so far with only a scratch for an injury. Albeit, bleeding and trickling down your arm, but still a much preferred option compared to the alternative.

You weaved around the tall hedges, craning your neck back to spot the tops. They were all meticulously cut and trimmed, not a single piece of leaf or twig sticking out. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the labyrinth, which seemed jagged and deliberately dangerous. This, however, felt calm and serene, like you had just stepped into a dream.

You admired the flowers that poked out from underneath the hedges. You blinked in awe at the bees and ladybirds that danced around the delicious nectar. You watched, feeling happy, as a butterfly soared past your face, its wing brushing delicately against your nose. You hummed in excitement, sensing the life that this very section of the labyrinth contained.

For a moment, you had almost forgotten as to why you were within the labyrinth. The calm of this section made you feel extremely at ease. You caught yourself smiling. You let the sun shine down on you. You soaked up the moment.

And then, you spotted a horse moving behind the hedge. You listened to his hooves clicking against the stone floor. You stepped beyond the hedge, careful with your placement as you searched for the creature that would surely add to the serenity.

To your amazement, you came face to face with a mythical creature, even more dazzling than fairies and goblins. You concealed a gasp, your eyes twinkling under its cautious stare.

You remained rooted to the spot, watching as the unicorn huffed and wheezed, shaking his head. Glitter sparkled from its mane; its tail swished, sending a wave of wind in your direction. You stared in awe, your childhood self urging you to approach it and fulfil your childish dreams and wants.

"How beautiful," you mutter softly. You step closer, amazed that the stark white unicorn didn't even flinch or flee at your approach. It watched, curious, as if it knew you meant no harm at all, no malice. You lifted up your hand, your fingers gently brushing again the unicorns nose. "I never thought I'd meet a creature as stunning as yourself."

As if it understood you, the unicorn stood proudly. You smiled and continued to run your fingers through its soft coat. You were filled with glee at this very moment. The entire situation felt unreal, so serene that it must be a dream of sorts. But the pain in your arm kept you grounded to reality—it wasn't a dream, and you were truly here, standing in the middle of a labyrinth and fussing over a unicorn.

"I wonder, are there more of you?" You asked calmly, the unicorns eyes catching your curious gaze. It snorted, pulling its head away and looking into another direction. You followed its gaze, eyes trailing to a fountain that depicted a unicorn and a fae rider. You blinked in awe, approaching the detailed fountain, watching as water spurted from the fae's hand and pooled into the bottom.

At the base of the fountain were words carved in stone.

The Last Of Us

You frowned.

The last of us? You repeated in your mind, trying to pick apart its meaning. You turned back to the unicorn, who lingered nearby, a sadness present in its gorgeous eyes. You timidly approached, this time you hand stroking its nose with a particular type of love.

"The last of your kind," you repeated quietly. "You must be so incredibly lonely."

The unicorn seemed to sense this. It huffed again, now pushing its nose into your side. It nudged you firmly, as if to now guide you away from the fountain. You furrowed your brows at this, trying to understand what the unicorn was doing. It continued to guide you forcefully to a gap in the hedges—if you hadn't have been looking, you wouldn't have even noticed it. Then, the unicorn stopped pushing you, but it planted itself firmly behind to stop you from moving backwards.

"Does this lead to the castle?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder at the creature. It snorted, nodding its head in a motion that signaled 'yes'. You turned to fully face it, hands cupping both sides of its nose, thumbs massaging in circles. "Why don't you come with me? I'd love the company."

The unicorn seemed to digest this suggestion. It paused, contemplating. Then, as if decided, it lowered itself to the floor. You laughed in excitement and gently climbed onto its back, fingers entangling into its mane. You scratched between its ears as it carefully stood up, now mindful of its passenger.

You immediately felt taller. "Okay, let's just keep moving forwards. You seem to know your way around the labyrinth, is it okay for you to take me straight to the castle?"

Again, the unicorn nodded. You gave another appreciated scratch, pleased that something was going right for you. You thought you'd be stuck navigating the labyrinth on your own, facing the traps and tricks with only your own wit about you. So this came as a relief, to have secured a partner to help overcome such hurdles.

The unicorn began moving forwards, taking you deeper into the hedged labyrinth. This way, you were able to admire the beauty behind the Goblin Kings domain. It truly was a sight to behold. He didn't seem scarce on the glitter; everything had a glimmer to it, and that made you feel as though you had truly stepped into a fairy tale, especially with the added company of a unicorn.

It made you wonder about the Goblin Kings main goal. When granting wishes made to his goblins, it was clear he took the words very seriously. Is that how he remained to firm in power? Or was there something else that kept him at the throne? If the Goblin King continued to make humans part of his kingdom forever once the timer ran out, what would he do with them? The labyrinth was huge, and from what you could see, the city was too, which meant it housed a lot of his subjects. The Goblin King couldn't have just secured his power by snatching away humans; there must be something more that kept him in charge.

The unicorn came to a stop and lowered itself down. You slid off of its back and eyed the area cautiously. It seemed serene, even more calm and relaxed than the hedge maze you had willingly walked into. You turned around, taking in all the glistening trees, the crystal clear water that ran through the wooded area, the luscious green grass under your feet, the golden flowers that dotted the landscape.

You moved to the flowing water. It wouldn't be difficult to jump across, or even walk through. It wasn't very deep at all. You peered down at your reflection, grimacing at what you saw.

You looked like a total mess.

Your hair had been thrown into a haphazard, messy bun during your intense session of dance at rehearsals. Your makeup, though still intact, the mascara was slightly smudged under your eyes, a few thin streaks of black stained into your cheeks from where you had been crying at Harry's infidelity. You frowned, fingers gingerly touching the stained streaks. Your lip gloss had since faded, not that it would make much of a difference to your appearance.

Is this what you looked like when the Goblin King had arrived? So torn apart and broken? You felt embarrassed. You always tried to look your best no matter the situation, and this was definitely not it.

You lowered to your knees and scooped some water into your palms. Then, you splashed the water into your face. You continued this motion a few times, washing away the makeup that made you look so distraught. Perhaps it was why the creatures of the labyrinth had taken pity on you, insisting on helping you when you asked for it.

Finally, you looked down into your reflection once the water settled again. Much better. Without a trace of makeup behind, your bare face remained. You sighed, now looking back over at the unicorn, who had taken to sipping some water from the river. It seemed so content and at ease, it made you wonder if there truly was anything dangerous in the labyrinth like the Goblin King had warned.

"I see you found my gardens."

You flinched and tended at the silk voice of the Goblin King. You snapped your head to the side, immediately identifying that the Goblin King was standing behind you, leaning casually against a tree with his arms folded. He eyed you with a certain fondness that you couldn't place, and his eyes flickered between you and the unicorn.

"Are your gardens not part of your labyrinth?" You asked, raising a brow at his choice of wording.

He nodded with a smirk. "They are. You can only find these gardens if you're deliberately searching for them. I suppose recruiting my steed opened its access to you."

His steed. You glanced sparingly at the unicorn, who hadn't taken any notice of the Goblin Kings arrival. It seemed indifferent to him, uncaring and unbothered. Unlike the way it had greeted you back in the hedge maze, with an air of friendliness, it simply acted as though the Goblin King was not there at all.

The Goblin King sauntered closer to you. He reached out his hand, offering for you to take it. You accepted, slipping your fingers between his gloved fingers. He gently helped you to your feet, and now you stood in front of him, closer than ever before. You tried not to shiver as his gaze scrutinised you from above, knowing he was analysing every aspect of your person.

Then, he leaned down, his nose dangerously close to brushing against yours. "How are you enjoying my labyrinth?"

What an odd question. You had been expecting a riddle of sorts, a phrase of trickery that would send you fleeing into the main section of the labyrinth. Perhaps even a taunt that your ex fiancé was experiencing a horrid time in his castle, a word of warning that would set you back on track. Instead, he desired to know of your experience in his domain.

You mulled it over. It hadn't been... completely terrible. Aside from the fact that you had almost plunged to your death, with no thanks to the Goblin Kings cruel intervention, you had found that the labyrinth was rather pleasant. Sure, it was tricky with its twists and turns that left you spinning in circles, feeling dizzy and lost at times, but the dangers he had promised seemed utterly absent.

"Your labyrinth is beautiful," you settled with, a compliment that would surely flatter the King. You watched with ease as his lips quirked into a genuine smile, and you knew then that you had made the right choice of words. "It's very thought out," you continued smoothly, "and the creatures I have encountered are simply wonderful. Being here is almost like a dream."

The Goblin King's smile faltered, now turning into a rather strange smirk. "Almost?" He echoed.

You nodded. "Almost," you repeated, "because as a dream it would be disappointing, but as reality it's truly something to admire."

The Goblin King reached his hand out, his fingers encircling your injured arm with great care. He lifted the limb into view, his eyes trailing over the cut that ran from your wrist to your elbow. He pursed his lips at the sight, and you wondered if he didn't like the view of blood stained to your skin. You tried to pull your arm back, but he kept it firmly in place.

"The water has healing properties," he interjected, successfully changing the subject. You directed your stare between your arm and the water, which continued to trickle serenely to your side. "It's good for more than just drinking and washing your face."

You felt your cheeks flush in slight embarrassment, to which his eyes twinkled in amusement.

The Goblin King released your arm and stepped back. You turned to the water and crouched down again, willingly sinking your arm into the water. You used your other hand to splash water at the sections of your arm still visible. You hadn't even noticed that your arm was still hurting, but as the pain practically washed away with the water, you released a sigh of relief.

You turned your head back to the Goblin King, to thank him for his advice, but found your words falling on deaf ears as both the King and unicorn were no longer in sight.

You were alone again.

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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Sukuna would probably lose his shit when he sees reader's body again after she had rai cuz her hips and breasts started to get bigger and wider

Anon, I have thought about this!

I alluded to the fact that Sukuna never really excused the reader of her duties just because she was pregnant / or had Rai. Even though he didn't care as much about the situation entirely, I think he surprised himself with how much more attractive she appeared before his eyes.

I kind of imagine this little scenario when I think of him getting turned on by the reader while she's pregnant.

Like I said, Sukuna didn't really care as much initially so he never really paid attention to her often, but I think the reader would be more cautious about how she presented herself to him. She tried to hide her figure for as long as she could, because in her head she was only meant to please her master.

However, on one of the night's she's meant to service him - she catches him off guard. Sukuna picks up on the fact that she never fully undresses in front of him because of her pregnancy. He doesn't mind it - but also notices that she’s been very particular about the dresses and robes she wears when in bed with him.

After she removes her clothes, his face grows so hot that it spreads all the way down to the pit of his stomach, because for once he's seeing this woman he adores in the true light of how she looks baring his child.

He can't believe that so much of her has changed - but her breasts are full, her hips rounded and she was starting to show in her belly. He almost pricks the palms of his hands with how tightly he digs his fingers into in his skin - and the urgency to have her only escalates.

I imagine he'd be gentle towards the reader in very subtle ways. He plays it out that she's serving him but really it's the other way around. She's so much more sensitive when he touches her, but he treats her like she's the most delicate thing in the world. He pays attention to any queues of discomfort and would be more cautious about which position he would take her in.

I feel like those moments would be so intimate between the pair that during this period of their relationship, Sukuna actually has no desire to share his bed with anyone else.

I honestly can't wait to write this little short story because it'll really allow me to expand on this whole relationship that I think about in my head XD - well parts of it - but I do love chatting with you all listening to your thoughts as well!

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#readers.🧡#peach and secret friends.🍑🧡#dad sukuna x reader #tw pregnancy #tw babies

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 1 year

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Pairing: OM!Brothers x GN!MC, Simeon x GN!MC, Diavolo x GN!MC, Barbatos x GN!MC

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ig?

TW: Small paragraph of what sleep anxiety is and entails directly below (please skip if you don't feel comfortable reading it, not really relevant to the headcannons), fear of dying in sleep, mentions of random pains. If there's anything I've missed, please do let me know!

Sleep anxiety, also known as somniphobia is a sleep disorder that describes discomfort sleeping alone or a general fear of falling asleep. Those who experience somniphobia explain it as extreme anxiety that makes it difficult to get to sleep even when they are tired. It is often associated with other disorders that cause negative sleep experiences, including sleep paralysis, frequent nightmares, night terrors, and parasomnias.

Lucifer

At first, Lucifer doesn’t realize something is wrong. He has brothers who are prone to staying up late, so usually, he’ll tell you to sleep as he does his rounds. It’s only after finding you up a couple of times at unholy hours of the night despite showing signs of needing the rest that he thinks something is wrong.

He calls you into his office one night, long after his brothers have gone to bed and carefully pries out the reason for your unhealthy sleep schedule.

After you tell him about your fears, he’ll offer for you to sleep with him in his room. If you accept, he’ll quickly take you to his room and get in bed with you, but he won’t sleep. Instead, he’ll be playing with your hair, trying to lull you into sleep, assuring you that he is right there.

He will do his research and ask you if you want to visit a therapist to help with your situation. In the meantime, he’ll do subtle changes to your schedule and eating habits that’ll help.

Lucifer starts paying closer attention to your mood as it is a clear indicator of whether you’ve been sleeping enough or not. Will try not to look as if he’s too worried about the random pains, but they do keep him up at night sometimes and so he takes you to a doctor to make sure nothing is wrong with you physically.

Lucifer is reminded of just how fragile and delicate humans can be. Of course, you’re no damsel in distress, but you aren’t as resilient as demons either. So expect him to fuss over you like a concerned parent the moment you seem to be in pain.

Mammon

Mammon, being your first demon (and your biggest simp) catches onto the fact that you don’t sleep pretty fast. He is observant when it comes to you; neither the bags under your eyes from lack of sleep nor the way you seem reluctant to go to your room at night slip past him.

His confrontation is quite straight-to-the-point. Just a simple “Hey human, did ya not get enough sleep last night?”, but the concern in his eyes and tone is as plain as day.

Once he finds out about your fears, he relates it to how bad Beel’s nightmares were after they had just fallen. Sure, they weren’t the same thing, but the essence of it was pretty much the same; in both cases, a loved one was afraid to sleep and thus harming themself.

Invites himself over to your room for sleepovers. Don’t pay attention to the way he blushes seeing you in your nightclothes or how he tenses slightly when he gets into bed with you. Give him some time and he’ll wrap his arms around you, pulling you close and humming a calming tune to help you fall asleep.

Panics a little when you tell him about the random pains and immediately takes you for a medical check-up, multiple medical check-ups in fact. You can never be too cautious, y'know?

Hates the fact that you worry about dying in your sleep. Hates it even more that he’s become slightly paranoid about it as well. Sometimes he’ll wake up in the middle of the night only to check whether you’re still breathing.

He’s lost you once, and he never wants to experience that again.

Leviathan

Leviathan didn’t really find it odd that you remained awake at odd hours of the night. The otaku was the same way, so he couldn’t really judge you when you answered his messages almost instantaneously even if it were 3 in the morning.

It took Asmo pointing out the exhausted look on your face for him to notice at first. After that, he becomes extra observant around and during his interactions with you.

One night, after a long gaming session in his room, Levi asks you why he always sees you online or awake at weird hours. He knows he does the same, but he actually gets some sleep since he doesn’t really have any obligations aside from RAD classes, which he attends online.

Once he finds out about your fears, he is sympathetic. Anxiety is a tough thing to deal with, but don’t worry, he’s here to help you. On nights you don’t wanna sleep, just come over to Levi’s room. You’re tucked in his bathtub bed carefully, lo-fi music playing in the background while he plays a game on his PC. The dim light from Henry’s aquarium, the clacking sounds of his keyboard and the music seem to ease your mind and help you to fall asleep quickly.

Levi gets worried when you tell him about the pains and even goes with you to your doctor’s appointments that he arranges with Lucifer’s help. After all, the Lord of Shadows couldn’t possibly leave his Henry to suffer alone, could he?

Satan

Satan is a smart demon. He is quick in catching onto the practically non-existent nature of your sleep schedule but doesn’t know whether it is his place to ask. So he waits for a few days, reasoning to himself that maybe it’s a one-time thing, maybe the stress from RAD is getting to you, maybe-

Yeah, he doesn’t last long.

He pulls you aside from his rambunctious brothers one day and gently asks you if you’re feeling okay. He assures you that he won’t make you talk if you don’t feel like it and reminds you that he’s always here to listen and help.

When you tell him about your fears, he is at a loss for a moment. If it was something else making you sad, Satan would’ve immediately offered to destroy it. But this was something your mind was doing to you. Satan immediately starts researching on it, advising changes to your schedule and diet to help you get over it.

Will talk you into meeting a therapist and getting medication if necessary or if the changes in your routine and diet don’t help much. He becomes very worried when you tell him about the random pains and sees if there’s a spell to help you with it, just in case it’s not something physical that can be controlled or healed.

Asmodeus

Asmo quite often gets on your case about not taking care of yourself but chalks it up to either one of his brothers or schoolwork keeping you up at first. It’s only after he does a little digging that he finds out that it’s not his brothers or RAD homework.

Asmo worries, and he shows that by inviting you to his room to relax and enjoy a stress-free spa day. As he pampers you, he coaxes you to talk to him and tell him why you haven’t been sleeping.

Once he comes to know of your fear, he’ll do everything in his power to help you get over it. He’ll suggest that you two have sleepovers in his room at least once a week. He chooses a calming scent like lavender on those days and treats you like royalty. The atmosphere in his room is calming and his soft voice makes you feel safe enough to fall asleep comfortably.

When you inform Asmo about the random pains, he immediately suggests a massage to try and help with it. Of course, there are other remedies as well, so if a nice massage by him doesn’t really help, he will do everything in his power to help you.

Probably ropes Solomon in to help you as well.

Beelzebub

While it is true that Beel often has a one-track mind when it comes to food, he is very devoted to his family. And since he considers you a part of his family, he is very attentive to you as well. That’s how he finds out about your almost non-existent sleep schedule.

When he comes to your room for the third time after a nightmare and finds you awake, he asks you if everything’s alright. The worry in his voice and the face he makes convinces you to tell him about your fears.

Beel knows how bad not sleeping can be for your body, but doesn’t really know what to do, so he settles for doing what you always do when he has a nightmare; he gets into bed with you and cuddles you, hoping it can help. He’s extremely relieved when it seems to work and you go to sleep.

Beel suggests exercising to help with making you sleep. If you’re exhausted by the time you need to go to bed, you won’t have the energy to think and get scared by the prospect of sleeping, right?

Being an athlete, I think Beel has had his fair share of pain and injuries. So when you tell him about the random pains that freak you out, he immediately goes to Lucifer.

Beel asks Belphie to look over you when you’re sleeping and also talks to Lucifer about seeking professional help for you. He just wants you to be happy and safe.

Belphegor

Wonders if it’s because of him that you fear dying in your sleep, considering, y'know, sleep being part of his domain and his past with you.

Belphie doesn’t show he’s concerned; even if you don’t sleep at night, he can always get you to nap with him. Imagine how betrayed he feels when he finds you don’t actually sleep when he naps with you. On one hand, he’s kind of happy that you don’t push him off or anything when he clings to you for hours on end, on the other hand, you need sleep dammit-

He tries to ease you into talking about it, but somewhere along the line he loses his patience, his tone bordering on begging, asking you to tell him why you won’t sleep. He knows what not sleeping can do to someone, and he shudders at ever seeing you that listless and dull.

After telling him about your fears, Belphie will immediately ask you to nap with him. He will also offer to look over you while you sleep, slipping into your dream to make sure you aren’t plagued by nightmares when you finally decide to sleep.

Suggests going to a professional when you mention the random pains you get. Belphie also becomes very clingy, not wanting to stay more than a feet away from you.

Simeon

Simeon is perceptive; not a lot goes by this angel unnoticed. So it’s safe to say that he finds out about your lack of sleep fairly quickly.

Simeon isn’t the confrontational type. He gives away little hints that he knows you’re not getting the rest you should, feeling that you’ll come to him when you’re comfortable letting him know what’s going on.

Once you approach him and let him know of your fears, he will gently soothe your worries. His presence in itself is very calming, and there is no judgement in his eyes when he listens to your fears, however irrational they may seem to you as you say them out loud. He assures you that you are safe and protected, surrounded by people who would do anything for you.

Simeon talks Lucifer into letting you stay over at Purgatory Hall more frequently to help with your fear of sleep. He does everything to make sure that you have a good time whenever you’re over, be it baking treats with Luke, experimenting with Solomon or just cuddling and being lovey-dovey with him.

When you tell him about the pains, he offers to use his angelic powers to ease them. It’s only a temporary measure, so Simeon advises you to get it checked out, coming along with you to the doctor if you want him to.

He buys things said to help a person fall asleep, like soothing scents and candles and gifts them to you whenever he sees you.

Diavolo

Diavolo is a very devoted partner. Although he does not get as much time with you as he likes, he asks Lucifer to keep him updated on your condition, what you do etc. That is how he comes to know of your lack of sleep.

The next time you visit the castle, Diavolo inquires about your well-being, asking if you’re okay and if there’s anything he can do to make your stay in the Devildom better. Gently, he pries the truth from you.

There is absolutely nothing this demon will stop at if it means you get your sleep. Diavolo immediately asks you to stay at the castle so he can take care of you himself. No matter how busy he’ll be, he makes time from his schedule just to help you with this.

He gets Barbatos and Lucifer to help him in his research, finding out ways to help. Any lifestyle or diet changes that can help are implemented immediately. If those do not help, Diavolo seeks out the best therapists and psychiatrists.

When you tell him about the random pains, he gets a little freaked out. He offers to help you with magic, but also advises you to get a thorough medical check-up, just to make sure nothing else is wrong with you. He treats you like a delicate little flower and spoils you during all of this.

He comes to all your doctor’s appointments, eager to make sure that you’re alright.

Barbatos

Barbatos is meticulous in all aspects. Not a single detail goes unnoticed, so it was only a matter of time before he would come to know about your fear of sleep.

He brings it up one day as you’re helping him in the kitchen to make something for his young lord’s lunch. He makes sure you know that he will not force you to answer him, but also tells you that he worries about you and would feel much more at ease if you told him why you wouldn’t sleep.

Similar to Diavolo, Barbatos asks Lucifer to keep an eye on you. He knows he won’t be able to focus on you as much as he’d like due to his duties and responsibilities, but he does try to be there as much as he can.

He researches ways to help you with it. On Lucifer’s suggestions, he takes the evenings off for a few days so that he can be with you. Barbatos implements certain changes to your diet and lifestyle that may help you.

He is also there to all of your doctor’s appointments, though you’re not quite sure how he does that. He is a bit concerned when you tell him about the random pains and takes you to get them checked out as well.

Sometimes it may feel like Barbatos is behaving like a overprotective and concerned parent to you, but it all comes from a place of love. If you ask him to back off a little, he will most certainly do so, though a little reluctantly. He just wants you to be safe and happy.

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kinkandkreep · 1 year

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Connor Kenway Drabble

A/N: Y'all?...*sigh* When I tell this man has taken me h o s t a g e??? It's been two weeks and I still haven't managed to completely flush this obsession out of my system. I mean, I'm not exactly complaining, I think it's rather astonishing actually. Anyway! Here's a fluffy lil' drabble I thought up and wanted to share with y'all. I hope y'all enjoy! Oh, and if you'd like to send in any Connor related asks/comments, please feel free to share! 😁

Connor has such a gentle, caring way of speaking to those close to him.

It’s well known that he can be a bit abrasive when dealing with strangers, mainly men, but no one can ever say that he’s without compassion.

He’s always especially cautious of appearing or sounding brutish around you. (Unless, of course, he’s having to handle bidness. But you absolutely do not mind.)

Even though you’ve reassured him time and again that you could never see him as anything other than nigh perfect, he still feels self-conscious of how big he is compared to how small and, to him at least, delicate you are.

Connor doesn’t ever mean to belittle you or come off as condescending; he’s well aware that you can take care of yourself, and he admires you greatly for that.

But now that you’re his, he can’t help but feel this soul-deep tug that calls for him to shield you from everything and everyone. He wishes nothing more than to hold you close and never let you go, no matter how impractical he knows that is.

The man, though he may be 6’6 and bench 300 on a weak day, touches you so gently and with such consideration that it could almost cause you to shed tears.

He’s never once raised his voice at you, and he’s the most excellent caregiver when you’re sad or feeling down.

Granted, he may not always know how best to handle every situation as it relates to you, but he tries his darndest, and despite not always being sure, he seems to have a natural ability to care for others.

You try to tell him this, and though he always becomes flustered by the praise from you, he simultaneously brushes you off, saying that he doesn't do anything special, just what comes naturally.

(If only you could make him understand that even that is amazing in itself.)

If someone asked, you would describe Connor as secretly having so much love to give, and also as someone who subconsciously wants that love returned.��

You like to think he’s found what he’s looking for, in you and in the other inhabitants of the Homestead.

For the past little while, you and Connor have been taking impromptu pie baking lessons from Corrine at the inn. Rather unsurprisingly, Connor is very good at it.

You? Well…you try your best.

Although, with Connor’s assistance and Corrine’s instruction, you’ve gotten exponentially better, and now your pies look presentable and taste fairly good.

At least, according to Connor.

Other than that, you’ve secretly taken to asking Ellen to teach you how to mend, so that, should the need ever arise, you’d be able to tend to Connor’s robes and other clothes.

Your lessons with her have been going along swimmingly, and you’re even starting to feel confident enough to learn how to sew next.

It’s just that Connor does so much for you, and for all of the homesteaders, you want to be able to do little things for him as well. Simple stuff that he’d appreciate, and tasks that he wouldn’t have to worry about being undone.

He spends most of his time at home now, but he frequently makes trips to New York and Boston, to train his current assassins and recruit new ones.

Before he leaves and as soon as he returns, he’s always extra sure to give you a warm hug and a loving kiss meant to say either “I love you and will miss you while I’m gone” or “I love you and I’m so glad to be back with you” accordingly.

Though he’s never gone for long, his lack of presence is always felt heavily across the manor and the Homestead as a whole.

It’s nearly a celebration every time he comes back, so integral a part is he to your way of life.

But even though you’re there to help him as he goes along, and even though his workload has considerably lessened from his younger years, you can't help but worry that Connor still feels burdened and, ultimately, unsatisfied.

You wonder if he wants children; after all, he looks so fondly upon little Hunter when he volunteers to watch over him for Warren and Prudence, and he was especially ecstatic when Norris and Myriam announced they were expecting.

He’s never expressly said anything to you about it though, and while you’re not opposed to the idea, you consider that perhaps he’s been waiting for you to breach the subject.

He probably doesn’t want to appear as though he’s pressuring you (he’s real considerate like that).

One day, as you’re removing a freshly baked apple pie from the oven (that you successfully and proudly managed to make all on your own), you hear Connor enter through the back door. You call out to him, but to your utter surprise, there’s no answer.

You can hear his footsteps continue, and eventually they begin to recede up the stairs to the second floor.

Carefully and quickly covering the pie so that it could cool, you wipe your hands and slowly begin approaching the stairs. You call out to your husband again, but no answer.

You try your best to remain quiet as you ascend the stairs and once you’ve reached the top landing, you search through the rooms until you find him, sprawled out on the bed in his old room, seemingly fast asleep.

‘Ah, so he was just so exhausted he probably didn’t hear me.’ You smile at the thought.

Slowly approaching the sleeping man, you place a gentle kiss on his forehead, fondly carding your fingers through his lush hair.

In his sleep, he groans and mumbles something that vaguely sounds like your name, before unconsciously leaning further into your touch and settling once more.

Your fond smile grows wider at his adorable behavior, and you carefully crawl into the bed alongside him, snuggling up into his side.

He smells of fresh pine, rain and patchouli, very earthy and musky.

It’s a pleasant scent, one that you oft find yourself associating with him.

Taking a moment, you study your husband’s currently soft features as he sleeps.

Connor is a very handsome man, with deep caramel skin and rich chocolate hair. His cheekbones sit high beneath his skin and his jaw is sharp and chiseled. You can’t see his eyes, but you are easily able to recall how they shine a warm, comforting carob brown.

His lips, parted slightly with each breath, glisten as they always do, and you find yourself tempted to place a kiss upon them.

Your concerns from before still weigh heavily on your mind, and by now your pie should be sufficiently cool, but for now, you find yourself content to just lay here with the love of your life and bask in his calming presence.

#ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #ac3 #assassin's creed 3

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eruden-writes · 2 years

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 18 (Yautja x Human)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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CW: I don't think there's anything major.

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"Why do you make hunting sound derogatory?" The question came off more gruff than Tai'dqei intended, as he followed behind Rayelle. Wariness over a negative reaction from her left him feeling raw. Most of the time, when people snubbed his culture, he didn't care.

Her opinion mattered, though. If only so he knew she felt safe around him.

"Humans had hunting too," Rayelle shrugged and a grin that made Tai'dqei even more cautious tilted at her lips. "I was never much of a fan, but I'm curious to know how inundated yautja life is with it."

"More than I can count," he admitted quickly, trying to absolve her curiosity without giving a hard answer. Despite being outside, he was beginning to feel a stuffy heat rise in him.

Thankfully, the walk from the restaurant to the docking area wasn't far. Oddly, it seemed fairly scant on bystanders, as well. Which he was thankful for, given the topic of their current discussion. He didn't want to feel the eyes of others on him as they overheard.

"Give me an estimate," Rayelle pressed as they strolled, side-by-side, down the walk and turned into the hangar for spaceships. A wave of cool air slid over her. Docking areas, she had been told, were kept chilly to keep any delicate parts from overheating while ships were parked.

The burst of cold only served to show her how warm she was feeling. It wasn't unbearable or biting, as it had been before. But it was there.

To her undeterred suggestion, Tai'dqei glanced down at her as a leery gnarl bobbed in his chest. The cold of the hangar did little to assuage the burning in himself. Though whether it was lust or annoyance, he wasn't entirely sure. It felt different than other times when Rayelle roused heat in him.

"Don't growl like that at me," she scoffed, resisting the urge to push on his arm. As light as she was feeling, as much as she teased him, she didn't feel they were exactly on friend level. She didn't know what they were to each other and focusing too long on it sent conflicting sensations through her. "It's not like you're going to hurt me."

Something in her tone, the mischievousness or maybe the familiarity edging between them, made Tai'dqei stop. He wasn't sure how to handle this situation. When she was quiet and obviously hurt, he struggled to maintain a level of sensitivity. But now, he wasn't sure if she could handle, or expected, more affability from him.

He wanted to find out, though.

Before he even realized it, his stance had shifted. Shoulders arched, knees bent, hands dropped to his thighs while his clawed fingers flexed. That posture, plus his armor, tended to send alarms along others' survival instincts.

"There's always time to change that," Tai'dqei growled, with a little more gruff and rasp than usual.

Something pinged in the air, causing Rayelle - who had taken a few steps further even after Tai'dqei had stopped - to turn. Her eyes wide, her eyebrows up. She took in the sight of the yautja, the darkness of the hangar working in his favor. Her heart did indeed suffer an uptick of pace, though she couldn't say it was entirely from fear.

Tai'dqei braced for a scream or some demand he stop or even a backpedaling apology. Something to show she still feared him.

A slow smile crept over Rayelle's lips, much to his surprise. The smile gave way to a snort of laughter as she rolled her eyes, one hand planting on her cocked hip. "Sure there is, but you won't."

Tai'dqei didn't drop his stance. Instead, he slowly tilted his head to the side, much the way a larger predator does when prey does something mildly interesting. When he spoke, the words came out slow and measured, "Why do you say that?"

"Precedent." Rayelle's response was quick and full of confidence. As if her reaction to him wasn't startling enough, she closed the distance between them with a few bold steps. Amusement buzzed along her body, catching slightest indications of his surprise in his body language. She crossed her arms, fighting off the itch to prod him in the chest, and leaned forward. "If I'm wrong, prove it."

With that, Rayelle spun and regained the distance once more, heading for his familiar ship. The logical part of her knew she was egging him on. To what end, she wasn't sure. Or she wasn't admitting it to herself, at least.

Tai'dqei watched her walk off, a growl rumbling in his chest and his fingers flexing at his sides. Mental chaos reigned in his head. He had to talk himself down from the flare of heat inside him. A flare that was not anger, but just as dangerous where Rayelle was concerned.

She was teasing. Friendly teasing. Not challenging him. Even though it certainly sounded like a fucking challenge. And she was walking away, which could be construed as running, said something in his head. But Tai'dqei mentally clamped down on the surge at his center, wondering if there were residual pheromones or if the physician hadn't completed the reversal entirely.

Shaking himself, Tai'dqei fell out of his stance and followed after Rayelle, soon clambering into the sanctity of his ship.

"Do you mind if I watch something in your room again?" She asked, once the door shut behind them. The way she inclined her head to Tai'dqei made him wonder if she had something else planned. He wasn't sure if he should be apprehensive or excited about that.

However, before he could reasonably answer her, his curiosity needed to be satisfied. "Before I answer that, what did the physicians do, exactly?"

He hadn't moved far from the doorway of the ship, while Rayelle had ventured further in. She turned to him, a curious look on her face. As if she wanted to know why he wanted to know. But a beat passed and she seemed to decide Tai'dqei deserved to be informed. "They reversed the pheromone and hormone issues. Well, put them to normal levels, I suppose?"

It turned out the method used wasn't entirely reversible and tied into her rejuvenated reproductive system. Essentially, turning back the clock to horny teenage years, it turned out. Well, and it added reaction to other races' pheromones, too. Now, it was more manageable. "And they tied my tubes, as per my request."

So, they didn't completely remove the pheromone component, thought Tai'dqei. Just adjusted it so she'd be less affected, but what about the reverse? Did she still affect others strongly? Tai'dqei would think a physician, familiar with these situations, would make sure that was corrected.

"I did keep the increased stamina and durability, revitalized joints, and rejuvenated flexibility, though." Those words startled Tai'dqei out of his thoughts, his gaze shifting to Rayelle. She flashed what he thought was a somewhat sly smile and gave a shrug. "Thought it'd come in handy, even if I head back home."

"I see," was all Tai'dqei could manage to say. His brain hinged on the increased stamina and durability, dragging it through the gutters of his mind. Was it coincidence that she had seemed more teasing, then? Or did it mean something else?

Self-restraint stoppered those instant fantasies flooding his brain. No, her flirtatious teasing was likely just a result of her finally feeling autonomy since being stolen away. Rayelle still had to re-adjust to the changes. And perhaps she just naturally teased others. It meant nothing.

Rayelle could almost see the thought processes working, judging by the subtle shifts in Tai'dqei's expressions. She smiled to herself, admittedly amused with his deep focus on the subject. If she was being honest, she couldn't say what she hoped his response would be. Part of her still strangely ached for his touch. Not as large and hot and obsessive of a part as before, but it was there. Another part of her didn't want to assume that Tai'dqei even wanted that.

On top of all that, who was to say there weren't going to be residual pheromones and hormones still causing havoc?

No, it was likely the best course of action to not make things worse. For either of them. That thought did make a small bubble of regret course through her, but she ignored it. Being responsible, making sure no one got hurt, was important.

Of course, her sense of temptation liked to challenge Rayelle. Tilting her head at Tai'dqei, the safe distance still between the two of them, she rocked back on her feet. "Sooo... can I watch something in your room again or nah?"

"I suppose," he sighed as he moved further into his ship, closer to Rayelle.

It couldn't hurt, he decided. So far, neither of them had overstepped a blatant line nor did their immediate situation call for awkward closeness where something might happen. While she enjoyed some of her entertainment, he could get some maintenance down around the ship or maybe clean his armor.

"Good, because I'm going to put you through a marathon." Rayelle closed the distance between herself and Tai'dqei, boldly wrapping her arm around his elbow.

Her sudden touch on his arm and the way she pulled herself against him sent a lightning bolt of heat through Tai'dqei. At once, his brain registered her heat, her softness, against him. Oh, he wanted to put her through a marathon, but of an entirely different sort. An extra bite of delight came with it, hearing Rayelle want him as am movie-companion again.

But confusion was the one that got to his vocal cords first, "What? Why?"

"I'm going to make you watch more of my awful movies with me."

"Why?" Tai'dqei repeated, almost desperately, as his brain tried to shake off the satisfaction.

Rayelle had to fight smiling, reading the anxiety in Tai'dqei's features. She couldn't explain how she knew it, but it was there. A minor kind of panic.

She puckered her lips, narrowing her eyes as she tilted her face up at him. She waited a beat, considering her options, before answering with a cheeky smile, "Because you're not going to say no."

Heat clawed up his back at her assertion. As true as it was, her confidence in that fact somehow felt shameful for him. "That's not a-"

"You deal with taking off, I'm going to put together a watchlist!" Rayelle wasn't going to give him a chance to argue. She spun on her foot and jogged down the hall, toward his room. The sensation of his eyes - curious and confused and maybe a little frustrated - following her burned at her back the whole way.

Tai'dqei did, indeed, watch her go and disappear into his room. Conflicting feelings warred in his chest. This new facet of Rayelle was relieving to see. A softer, sweeter sort of stubbornness. Although she still seemed evasive, just less apologetic about it.

He heaved a sigh, his mandibles fidgeting as he thought. This didn't really change anything, did it? Allegedly, the pheromone issue was handled. And it wasn't as if he hadn't sat with her before to watch a movie, even if he had left partway through.

Shaking his head to himself, Taid'qei tread to the cockpit, allowing his own mental auto-pilot to take over as he got them free of TAC S7B.

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It took some time for Tai'dqei to get clearance to leave and pull out of the planet's orbit. However, once his ship was settled and on auto-pilot, with no foreseeable issues making themselves present, Tai'dqei headed back to his quarters.

Part of him considered not going back there. Try to explain his absence away as unavoidable, an issue with the route or computer. But his pride wouldn't let him. Rayelle shouldn't scare him. Any potential happenings between them shouldn't fill him with uncertainty.

Yet there he was, standing outside the door to his quarters, staring at the metal and not entering. A wave of memories fluttered through him. Tense moments between himself and Ah'ke, during and after their respective Changes. Dread swelled up as the memories stirred residual grief and pain.

Rayelle was like Ah'ke, in a way. At least to Tai'dqei. Neither were going to stay with him, so he should simply enjoy the time he had with Rayelle. Just like he cherished what time he had with Ah'ke, before they parted ways.

That thought sent a pang through him, but he urged himself to enter his room.

Inside, Rayelle sat on his couch, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she scrolled through the options. She had a list of five movies that she thought Tai'dqei may enjoy with her. Of course, she didn't expect to get through them all. Although, maybe they could. It was roughly a two-cycle trip to the resort, according to the detective. And there were issues like ion storms or electricity fields or something that could delay their trip, right? Maybe just an extra day?

Feeling pathetic, she shoved that little inkling of hope away. No, that was asinine. They were going to get to the resort without issue. There was a resigned certainty about it, in her chest.

"Finally! You took forever," Rayelle chirped, looking up when she heard the door hiss open. He grunted in return, but didn't come close to her right away. Instead, he crossed the room, pointedly removing his helmet.

It was a bid for time, on his part. Removing his helmet and the pieces of protective plating, leaving behind the thermal netting and a pair of tight black shorts he wore under his full armor. He placed each piece carefully into his wardrobe, struggling to get ahold of himself.

It didn't work. Especially as Rayelle watched him intently, that small eager smile on her lips.

He wished she'd stop staring at him like that. The itch to touch her, the heat at his core, started to rise again.

Turning toward her, the wall shutting behind him, his feet felt clumsy and heavy as he trod closer to her. Irritation with himself, his own cowardice - as small as it was - reared up. With mandibles fidgeting in agitation, Tai'dqei motioned to the screen. "Why did you want to do this with me?"

"Because..." Rayelle started to say "because I want to spend time with you' or 'because, despite everything, I do like you' but she stopped. The instant of vulnerability she had been tempted to open up clamped shut. This was silly, a part of her realized. She was acting like a teenager, testing the waters of a close friend-that-was-secretly-a-crush.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes drifting away from Tai'dqei. It was nice to realize her own feelings were genuine, unhampered. But was she just riding that high? When she glanced back up at him, she shrugged and offered an awkward smile, her voice soft. "I don't know. It just sounded fun."

The shift in the air around her didn't go unnoticed to Tai'dqei. Contrition fluttered through him, realizing his question had dulled her excitement. This wasn't about him, he reminded himself. Rayelle deserved whatever little delight she garnered in their time together. If only to create positive memories they both could look back on, when the two of them were inevitably separated.

"I don't understand," Tai'dqei sighed, coming around the couch to sit. Sense told him to sit at the far end, but his body ignored that. He plopped down next to Rayelle, who also sat in the center of the couch. "But if it makes you happy, I'll do it."

The cushions on the couch sank down, adding to the mischievous temptation roiling in Rayelle. Once more, Rayelle felt like a teenager, testing waters with a crush. Not that she had a crush on Tai'dqei, she told herself. Just he had been kind, and he did bumble, but he tried to make up for it. At the very least, he made her feel safe and comfortable.

And, yes, she was physically fascinated with him. It was no longer an aching burn to touch him, but more of a keen curiosity. Her brain swarmed with questions. How would those mandibles feel on her? And how would he feel, atop her? Or holding her? How would his claws feel, grazing over her back or thighs?

Spurred on by her brazen inquisitiveness, Rayelle scooted closer to Tai'dqei. Situating herself against his side, which wordlessly prompted him to drape an arm over her shoulders, she angled her face up at him with a grin, "Told you, you weren't going to say no."

Once more, Rayelle surprised him. She cuddled close to his side as she selected a movie via her gauntlet and allowed his instincts to slide an arm around her. Tai'dqei had barely realized he'd done it, until she spoke. Tai'dqei stared at her, painfully aware of his breathing and where they touched and her body against his.

Her body heat, her softness, the scent of her. It didn't dizzy him as it had, but it still made his heart pound and bring tempting thoughts to mind.

A pensive rumble in his chest turned into a deeper, more guttural clicking gnarl. She was testing his limits, he thought. Toeing the edge of an ocean that was liable to swallow her up. And oh- how was he tempted to pull her under.

His growl vibrated through his chest, teasing Rayelle's nerves. A sharp gasp left her lips, her back arching and hand - where it had absently rested on his leg - curling fingers into his thigh. Flashes of sharing the pilot seat, of Tai'dqei's hands on her, his finger in her. Rayelle's throat felt thick, a sear of excitement and uncertainty razing through her.

Something clamped in Tai'dqei's throat, cutting his soft clicking off. He decided it was probably best if he didn't instigate her any further with his snarls. Last time he fell to the temptation of her bodily reaction to his sounds, it ended with her upset. He didn't want that again.

Thankfully, the movie tilted into full swing. Both Tai'dqei and Rayelle attempted to focus on it, while being painfully aware of each other's presence. Neither wanted to ruin the moment or deflate the exciting apprehension.

Their time together was growing shorter by the second. And neither wanted to reintroduce distance any sooner than they needed to.

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