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beloveddawn-blog · 6 months

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Sun Haven Halloween Event

I'm not even bothering to pretend to think of a title for this. Teleri is my OC, as is Zari. Char, Sass, and Helios belong to my family members, and those four are a little pack. Other OCs are:

@mutsuowo with Tsubaki

@dennydraws with Aryllin

@artistvicky with Seraphina

@minnieposting with Noel

Happy Halloween all!

“They say that those the maze takes… They never come out!”Tsubaki hissed, making good use of her unusual body structure to seal the scariness. Pod and Topi were spellbound before her, still in a way they almost never were. She twirled her hat in her hands, fully intending on dragging this out a bit longer before her grand finale. She was in her element during Halloween, and intended to enjoy every minute of it.

“rrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRREVENGE!!!!” Teleri burst from the side of the corn maze, like the total heathen she was, and all three of them jumped. The boys screamed in terror, which quickly turned to laughter matching Teleri’s as she scooped up one under each arm and spun them around until she fell over, dizzy and giggling. Tsubaki glared at her friend with her hands on her hips, but even she couldn’t stop her lips from twitching.

“Teleri!” She scolded, shaking her head. “We talked about this. No jump scares in the corn maze!”

“I wasn’t in the corn maze.” The elemental shot back, spinning on the ground to face the naga. “I only scared people outside of it.”

“That’s not the point and you know it.” Tsubaki insisted, but she knew her tail gave her away. And she wasn’t really mad at Teleri, just a bit annoyed that her story had been cut off. Kitty and Iris had both shrieked at the ending (as had Rami, but he was insisting he hadn’t. Tsubaki would give him that for this day, at least) and she had been looking forward to more victims. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Go collect your husband and get out of my corn maze. Bother someone else for a bit.”

Teleri gave a sloppy salute, then rolled herself up to her feet. “NATHANIEL!” She bellowed, causing the children to jump again while Kara burst out laughing. “WE’RE BEING BANISHED! GET OUT HERE!”

“DON’T GIVE AWAY MY SECRET, WOMAN!” He bellowed back. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I’VE BEEN STALKI… OW OW OW OW OW!” He cried, only for Jun to re-emerge from the start of the maze with Nathaniel’s ear pinched between his finger and thumb. His mask was flipped up and his face was placid, but both women could easily see the smile lurking behind his eyes. He came right up to Teleri and presented her husband to her, still leading him by the ear.

“Yours, I believe, my lady.” He stated, and Teleri kissed his cheek before taking her husband’s arm.

“I thank you for your assistance, good sir.” She replied, smiling sweetly and curtsying. Nathaniel glared at them both, but it was easy to see how he melted when he looked at his wife.

“How come you’re only nice to him?” He groused good-naturedly, and Teleri threw back her head and laughed.

“I’m plenty nice to you.” She insisted. “Just not in a way we should demonstrate here…”

“Iiiiii think you should go visit Claude.” Kara broke in, jumping forward to cover Pod’s ears. Tsubaki copied her with Topi and agreed.

“This really isn’t that sort of party, guys. It’s meant to be family friendly.”

Teleri blinked innocently at them while her husband turned so red you could see it under his face paint. “I was talking about not making him eat his own cooking.” She insisted, tilting her head sideways and fighting the smirk trying desperately to crawl across her face. “That is a true horror, too terrifying for a family Halloween.”

Rosa, who had just walked over to see what all the yelling was about, started laughing. Nathaniel glared at her in betrayal. “I don’t have to take this insubordination.” He informed her haughtily, turning his nose up. He turned back to the rest of the group. “Watch me not take this insubordination.” He repeated, then stalked off in a very obviously fake state of dramatic high dudgeon. Teleri laughed and waved to her friends as she followed, her arm still securely tucked around his.

Rosa rolled her eyes and turned back to Tsubaki, who was now letting the two boys and Kara into the maze. “I will go next.” She declared, “And I am not so skittish as Kitty. Do your worst.”

Tsubaki smiled, always up for a challenge.

“Claude!” Aryllin called out, racing across the lawn towards her beloved.

“Ary!” He called back in delight. She lit up at the tone of his voice, then tripped over her own feet from excitement and slid the last five feet to end up right in front of him. “Are you alright?” He questioned, dropping to his knees to assist her. He spared not a thought for how expensive his clothes were, just reached out. Ary smiled up at him in reassurance.

“I’m fine.” She insisted, even as she hissed a little pushing herself up. Claude was supporting her in an instant, and she melted into him.

“You are not.” He insisted, tucking her close so he had a free hand to examine her nearest one. Not finding anything wrong with it, he reached across for the further hand, and she winced when he touched it. He frowned at her, concerned.

“I am.” She insisted stubbornly, frowning petulantly at her wrist as she attempted to flex it. Light rippled down from her halo and out to the tips of her wings, and she attempted to flex it again with much more success. “See?” She insisted, holding her hand right up for inspection. Helplessly charmed, Claude simply took her offered hand and and softly kissed the back of it.

“That’s cheating and you know it.” He murmured to her. “I don’t care that you can heal yourself, I still don’t want you hurt.” She smiled at him as softly as he gazed at her, and they both seemed to realize it at the same time and became stuttering messes. They looked away quickly, then snuck glances back until Claude finally noticed one thing that broke through his embarrassment with sheer bafflement. “Are those… feather wings?”

Ary lit up, excited to talk about her costume. “They clip on! Isn't that so neat? There were ones with little harnesses, but that would have messed up the lines of my dress.”

Claude blinked at her. “Ary… you have wings.”

“They’re so I can be an angel!” She proclaimed, beaming. “We match! Like the ones on people’s shoulders!”

He blinked again. That continued to not make her make sense. “Ary… You are an angel.”

She blushed again and looked down, twisting her shoulders in bashful delight. “Awww, that’s so sweet.”

“No, like, you are literally an angel.” He pressed on, and she giggled while twining her fingers together. “Look at yourself, Ary, you’re…” He trailed off then, taking in her face markings and the flowing white dress she was wearing, both now covered in mud. “A mess.” He finally declared, kicking himself for forgetting her fall. “You have mud all over yourself, sweetheart, and you’re soaked. You’re going to get a chill if you keep sitting in the mud like this.”

She looked down at herself and frowned. “But I wanted to match you…” She muttered, obviously displeased. Claude sighed and took her hand back before kissing her knuckles.

“You’ll always match me, my muse.” He insisted. “My perfect match who even heaven was not worthy of. Please go get changed. For me. I worry about you, as strong as you are.”

She blushed again, but allowed Claude to pull her up and gently push her through the door of his house. He remained outside, waiting to see if he’d get any trick or treaters.

Lucia approached the trio of giggling girls, one of whom was attempting to cajole the good doctor into adding a set of sunglasses to his own costume. He was clearly refusing, even though he had accidentally gagged himself with his own costume. Three sets of inhuman eyes snapped towards her (red as fire, a black so deep it felt like staring into the abyss, and fully gold with no pupil to be seen) and they smiled as she approached.

“Char, Sass, Zari.” She greeted, nodding to each of them as she spoke. “Did you all coordinate this outfit, or did you accidentally set your wardrobes on fire and have to steal from Helios?” The girls all giggled, Char eventually pulling up her hoodie conspiratorially and whispering. Lucia leaned closer to hear.

“Hey little lady, wanna buy a sword?” The flames in her eyes danced in mirth, and her two companions howled with laughter. Lucia felt her own mouth ticking up helplessly.

“Me next, me next!” Zari insisted, regaining enough of her composure to take a deep breath and call out, “Heigh HOOOOOOO!” All three collapsed into laughter again, Char actually grabbing onto Sass to keep her feet.

“You get a sword and YOU get a sword! EVERYONE GETS A SWORD!” Char wheezed out, which caused Zari to shriek in even more laughter while Sass was actually crying from mirth.

“It ain’t no trick, to get rich quick.” Zari gasped, and Sass joined her in the next line, “If you dig dig dig with a shovel or pick.” They were laughing too hard to continue, and Lucia couldn’t help a chuckle of her own. She glanced over towards where Lynn was lingering, totally wrapped up in her soft conversation with her husband. Lucia would have thought they looked like a perfect picture of domestic happiness if not for the way the blonde man’s wings vibrated in irritation.

“My turn.” Sass insisted, taking deep breaths to regain her composure. She drew herself up to her full height. “Industry! Sustainable Forestry! Where is your alchemy table? That chest was organized DON’T TOUCH IT!” They dissolved into a pile of laughter, and it was almost impossible to tell who was who when all of them were wearing jeans, a white hoodie, and sunglasses. Helios snapped his head around, apparently having reached his limits with his friends’ teasing.

“I HATE YOU ALL!” He bellowed at them, scowling. “I’m gonna move to Withergate and Xyla can be my new bestie! You’ll be sorry then!” Lynn smiled at him soothingly and rubbed the back of one hand.

“Speak for yourself.” Xyla broke in, watching from nearby with her arms crossed. “Nobody who buys a drink out from under me gets to be my friend.” She was smirking though, obviously enjoying the show. Helios scowled at her too.

“Excuse you, I’m charming as fuck and no one understands how your city is put together like I do. If I say we’re gonna be besties I’ll make it happen.” Lynn snorted out her own laugh at this, then covered her mouth in shock at her own audacity. Helios turned wounded eyes on her, exaggerated hurt radiating off of him. “E tu, pumpkin?” He placed a hand over his heart like he’d been wounded, and she smiled at him while squeezing the hand he still hadn’t let go of.

“Sorry sweetie,” She replied, still smiling softly at him. “You’re very charming, it’s true. It’s just… If you were really mad at them, you wouldn’t still have that Demon Drink you bought for Sass. You’d have drunk it out of sheer spite, even though you don’t like them.”

He smiled softly at her. “You know me so well, pumpkin.”

Sass made exaggerated gagging noises while Char cooed obnoxiously. Zari elbowed Lucia to get her attention and muttered, “I’m thinking the mine isn’t the only cave he’s exploring when he disappears all day, and it’s probably not just son-ite he’s aiming for…”

Wornhardt laughed so hard he choked on his own costume.

“Claude, look!” The musician smiled as he heard a voice more beloved than any sound even his piano could produce and he turned. Then choked.

Ary spread her arms and gave a little twirl. The dinner jacket she was wearing floated around her like the heavenly raiments she had been born to wear, but for once it wasn’t her grace nor her pure soul that held him spellbound.

It was her outfit.

She was wearing his slacks and his shirt with his dinner jacket tying it all together, and she giggled as he felt a possessive surge the likes of which he had never felt before lance through him. She grinned and he could see the tips of tiny fangs gracing her lovely mouth.

“You’re… you’re dressed as… me…” He choked out softly, bewildered and so very happy. Ary beamed at him, not catching his words.

“I’m a vampire!” She giggled, and he very firmly mentally scruffed himself to regain control.

“Ah. Yes. Of course you are. Very nice. That’s… That’s very nice. You look perfect, my muse.” She grinned and bounced over to him, sliding under his arm and cuddling up close. He closed his eyes briefly and prayed for perseverance.

“I think it is clear that we have the scariest costumes here.” Wesley commented, gazing around the festivities and sipping at his drink. “Very few others have taken seriously the part of the festivities where the costumes are supposed to be scary. It is baffling.”

“You’re just being a bit too serious.” Sera replied, sipping her own drink and kicking her feet. She was sitting on a fence and resting her legs after a very fun but also very long party. “It’s socially acceptable in the human culture to scare others on Halloween, but some people don’t enjoy that even with permission. Catharine, for example. So they do something a little more fun, a little more whimsical. Everyone still has a great time, so it’s all worth it in the end.”

“And those that do like spooking others?” Wesley asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“Sneak up behind others and splash water on them, shrieking about revenge.” She deadpanned, catching motion out of the corner of her eye. The figure was still too far back even for her flames to light up, so Sera waited patiently, not letting Wesley know she’d seen something. He continued on, talking about how humans didn’t seem to even take their own culture very seriously, before cutting off abruptly as Sera whirled, fire in her hand as she prepared to halt Teleri in her tracks…

Only for Nathaniel to throw himself to the side in a reflexive dodge. Sera had less than a moment to curse the planning put into this before she was utterly enveloped in a very wet hug as a purposely soaked Teleri glomped right onto her back, shrieking with laughter. Steam exploded around them, and for a moment it was all Sera could see. Then Teleri backed off, laughing as she sprawled out against the fence next to Sera. The fire elemental glared at her friend, but Teleri was obviously in too good of a mood to care.

“Oooooh, I got you good.” She crowed, planting a victorious kiss on her husband quickly before turning back to her friend. “You thought you got me, but you didn’t count on my decoy.” She gloated, obviously delighted with herself.

Sera flapped her hand at her dismissively, even as she smiled. “Yes, yes, you’re the sneakiest. You win Halloween. Is that what you want to hear?”

“She does not!” A very indignant hot dog broke in, and Sera blinked at him. Teleri, however, burst into laughter while Nathaniel buried his face in his hands, radiating discomfort.

“She’s… Not?” Sera questioned Donovan, supported by Wesley’s inquiring hum.

“Noel is.” He proclaimed firmly, looking ready to fight over this.

“Noel is cheating is what they are.” Teleri replied through her laughter. “But I will concede this anyway, that was hilarious.”

“It was not hilarious!” Nathaniel insisted in a muffled voice, his face still hidden in his hands. “I almost punched a kid.”

“Buuut you didn’t.” Teleri shot back, singsongy. “Noel agrees with me anyway, that was hilarious.”

“Noel was great.” Donovan agreed, still incredibly proud. “Dude’s got guts and a steel core. They’re a great sport at things like this.”

“They were pretending to be my WIFE!” Nathaniel pouted. “Of course I swung when I clocked that! It’s totally reasonable that my first thought was spy and not shapeshifter-prankster.”

“Yes dear.” Teleri replied consolingly, hiding her laughter poorly. She patted him on the shoulder in support, but it was clear from his pout that he didn’t appreciate it as he should.

“A shapeshifter?” Wesley asked, suddenly uncomfortable. Sera smiled at him softly, knowing it was his own discomfort with PDA and not a dislike of the shapeshifter in question that caused it. They had talked to Noel briefly earlier in the night, and the two had actually gotten along quite well.

“All is well, beloved.” She soothed, rubbing her fingers over his knuckles. “I am me, don’t worry.”

“But were you all night is the question.” Wesley insisted. “I said… things I do not regret, but would not like others to overhear earlier. I understand it is just a prank in the spirit of the season, but… I would not wish that.”

Donovan narrowed his eyes at the elf like he was trying to decide if he was stupid or not. “Sera has dragged you all over this event and up to just about everyone here. And I do mean dragged.” He glanced pointedly down at their intertwined fingers. “Noel hasn’t pretended to be your wife because she literally hasn’t let go of your hand since you’ve been here. You two are the mushiest couple here and that is saying something.” He stressed. He gestured sideways at the other two. “You’ve even beat out these lovebirds and they keep involving everyone else in their ridiculous flirting to a truly nauseating extent.”

Teleri batted her eyelashes at him. “Awww, are you jealous? You could just tell Noel that, you know. They’d be delighted to come hang out with you. They’re just off playing some weird hide-and-seek hybrid with Cathrine and Vaan, I can go get them if you like?”

Donovan glared at her. “You are insufferable.” He hissed, ineffective at hiding both his jealousy and his fondness. Nathaniel grinned and pulled Teleri closer into his side.

“I know. Isn’t she just wonderful?”

#sun haven #oc wank #seriously all ocs #Teleri #Zari #Sass #Char #Helios #Tsubaki #Aryllin #Seraphina #my writing #fanfic #Noel

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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upcycling furniture together for Rose/Ray? It just feels like their vibe

When Ray and Rose first starting living together, they didn't have much. A sagging couch and rickety coffee table that sat in front of the tiny tv Rose had in her dorm. Enough dishes for them both, and a mattress on the floor. It wasn't much, but it was theirs.

Ray made a little with his photos, enough to keep the roof over their heads and food in the fridge. Rose gave music lessons that let them buy a few things, but they were fine with what little they had, because they had each other.

Of course, that didn't erase the judging looks Victoria gave them when she came to visit, almost afraid to sit down, as if the couch would collapse under her or the mismatched stools they had picked up might give her a staph infection.

Ray pretended not to hear her hiss at Rose that she couldn't live like this. "You can come home you know," Victoria urged. "Or ask me for help Rosa, don't be proud."

"I'm fine Tori," Rose assured her. "I'm happy, I'm free, and I'm in love. I don't need stuff."

Victoria shook her head, letting her shoulders sag and sighed out "Fine." But that didn't stop her from coming by with food since she was a far better cook than either of them. Sometimes she tried to slip money at them, but Rose was firm on pushing it back.

After that she just brought little knick knacks-pillows, plants, a few dishes, claiming they were housewarming gifts, or I saw this and thought of you things. Neither of them were fools, but Ray never saw any of it leave with Victoria when she left, and kept the plants watered in kind.

But one day Rose did admit that it might be nice to have a better couch, or a real table to eat food at.

"Well how about we check out a few yard sales?" Ray suggested. "Or thrift stores? Find something in our budget and really do it up?"

Rose beamed at the idea, and they set out. They found a used couch that a friend was getting rid of, though it needed new upholstery since their cat had used it as a scratching post. A yard sale netted them a cute dinette set, though in a horrid olive green colour. And a thrift store agreed to give them a deal on a bedframe in pieces if they took it that day as it was.

"Good thing I'm handy with tools," Ray quipped.

"It'll be fun!" Rose said with a laugh. "Plus now we can make it all our own!"

They found a cool turquoise coloured fabric to cover the couch with, finding it complimented the bright yellow cushions that Victoria had gifted them. It was a bit difficult to use the staple gun, Ray almost jumping at the first loud sound of it. But Rose grinned at him, and kept going, until the couch was covered.

Then they assembled the bed frame, Rose tying her hair back with a bandana, Ray wiping the sweat from her brow as he hammered and screwed and she painted it a deep dark black colour.

The table proved the hardest, needing a lot of sanding to get the offending olive colour off. Thankfully they did it out in the lot, as the sawdust filled their lungs, covered their hair, their clothes. But underneath the table was a nice blonde maple colour, so they sealed it, placing it with honour in their tiny kitchen.

"Looks good," Ray said, pulling Rose to his side and kissing her sweaty brow.

"Just needs one final touch," Rose said, snagging a small bud vase with a single red dahlia in it and placing it on the table. "There, perfect."

"Just like you," Ray said, twirling her. Who cares that she was in one of his oversized tees and a pair or leggings covered in dust and paint, she had never looked better.

"Sap," Rose cooed, leaning up on her toes to kiss him. "But I'm still taking the first shower."

Ray squawked, and then laughed as Rose raced off to their tiny bathroom. He'd join her in a moment, because even if their shower was small, there was still a space for the both of them in there.

The table just needed one final touch, and when he heard the water running, left it on the table.

Rose would find it later, and he was sure, as he popped the ring box open, she would say yes.

"Raymond are you coming or am I taking all the hot water for myself?" she called playfully.

"On my way amor!"

Ray raced off, smiling to himself. Sure, he and Rose didn't have much, but they had each other, and even with their new furniture, that was all they needed to be home.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose #julie and the phantoms

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nolanhollogay · 9 months

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“You're an idiot.” + jjedgar!

jj meets edgars aunts 🥰 also this is a little bit suggestive? like the implications are there i fear

It wasn't often that Edgar got the house to himself. In fact, it rarely happened. That was one of the main issues with living with five other people, no matter where you turned there was always someone there.

Though, technically, he wasn't actually alone. He pulled what was probably the oldest teen cliche in the book and invited JJ over the second the house was empty.

So, here they were, alone in Edgar's bedroom, lying in his bed. They weren't even doing anything but it felt like the beginning of something.

They were curled together, legs tangled and their left hands intertwined as they faced each other. JJ snuck his free hand under Edgar's t-shirt even though it was way too hot for that kinda thing.

The July heat was brutal, unforgiving even with the windows open and Edgar's ceiling fan at high speed, but he couldn't really feel it. Not when JJ was whispering to him.

"Did I tell you how good you look today?" His hand slid from Edgar's sweatslick back to his stomach, leaving goosebumps in it's wake. "Cause you do."

"I slept three hours and I need to shower," Edgar said, calling his bluff.

JJ's hand drifted higher, fingerpads warm against his sternum. "You're hot just by existing," he argued. "And I like when you get messy."

The double entendre was not lost on Edgar.

"Just kiss me already, you horndog,"

Sugary sweet, JJ mumbled, "Whatever you want."

Edgar slid his hand into his hair as he was kissed, holding him close.

If you were to ask Edgar how he ended up with JJ straddling his hips and kissing his neck, he wouldn't have an answer for you. Everything got a little hazy after JJ slipped his tongue into his mouth.

And that haze was the reason he didn't hear his three aunts – who were some of the loudest people in the world – not only entering the house, but coming up the stairs and entering his bedroom.

"¡Mierda!" Tia Manuela exclaimed as JJ, who didn't have his head in the clouds, pulled away and made direct eye contact with her.

She slammed the door closed so hard it rattled. Edgar made a noise like a kicked puppy, throwing his arm over his eyes. So much for their secret relationship.

"Well, that wasn't exactly how I wanted to meet your family," JJ joked, climbing out of his lap. He pulled Edgar into a sitting position, gently moving his shirt back into place. Edgar sent him a look that he hoped conveyed distress and he shrugged. "It could be worse. We coulda been banging."

"You're an idiot," Edgar grumbled.

"I'm your idiot," he replied with ease, pressing a kiss to Edgar's cheek.

"Tías, you can come back now," Edgar called, and the door opened just as fast as it closed.

The three of them – Tía Manuela, Tía Rosa and Tía Jasmine – stood there, a wall of women, watching them intently.

"Uh, hi. 'M JJ, but y'all knew that already." He gave an awkward little wave that made Edgar snortlaugh, pressing his forehead against his shoulder.

JJ grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers, and he turned to his aunts. "Don't tell Mamí, please. I wanna be the one to tell her."

"Our lips are sealed," Tía Jasmine said as Tía Manuela made a zipper motion over her lips.

Tía Rosa, who was the biggest gossip Edgar knew, asked, "What about your abuelo?"

Edgar laughed again. "He already knows. He caught JJ sneaking out last week."

JJ nodded, voice shining with pride as he said, "He thought I was a raccoon. Tried to shoot me with a bb gun."

#edgar ramirez #jjedgar #edgar asks #leaf tag 🌿#my writing

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glenncoco4 · 2 years

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Best Day of the Year

A/N: Been holding onto this one for awhile. Happy Birthday to our favorite Special Agent! Rated T for language.

••••

40. The big 4-0. Many people hate the age and the so-called mid-life crisis that’s supposed to come with it. She’s only 19 hours into her first day and it’s already the best year of her life. It couldn’t’ve started more perfect. Her husband woke her up with sweet kisses, singing his own rendition of happy birthday to her before they joined their very enthusiastic girls in the kitchen who had cooked up a mean breakfast fit for one Kensi Blye Deeks. A stack of chocolate chip pancakes, candles, and another round of happy birthday later, the family of four spent the rest of the morning at the beach, surfing.

After their morning at the beach, Fatima and the two Roundtree siblings picked up Rosa and Pilar, whisking them away to Disney for the weekend. Now here they are…just the two of them, walking down the street to the restaurant of her choosing. She’s not all that into PDA but today’s just too perfect not to be. Her arms have been wrapped around her husband’s since they stepped out of the truck…her husband, he’s a special one. Not that she hadn’t already known that but in the 7 and a half years they’ve officially been together she’s never felt less than the most important thing in his entire world.

He has this way about him that can make any special occasion or normal day, exciting. She loves everything about his enthusiasm for life, especially on days like today when he really shines. Actually, today might be her favorite of all because when it comes to her birthday he shines the most. It’s hard to find words to describe just how much she feels loved by him…seen by him. And cherished, most definitely cherished.

She’s so lost in the moment, the brunette doesn’t even register what he’s saying until he stops them in their tracks. “Hey, this place looks kinda cool. We should check it out.”

“Baby, we have reservations.”

“We still have time. Come on let's just check it out real quick and then I promise I’ll buy you double chocolate everything on the dessert menu.”

“You were gonna do that anyway.”

“Fine. How about I’ll eat you out at least 4 times tonight?”

Her jaw drops and her skin turns flush, immediately transported to a few hours from now when they’re in a big empty house, just the two of them. “Maybe we should just forgo dinner altogether.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat.”

The blonde can’t help the grin that curls at his lips, god how he loves this woman. Shaking his head, he leans down, his lips finding hers in a not-so-chaste kiss. “Fine. What if we check this place out first and then get dinner to go?”

“Extra chocolate syrup?”

“Come on before I get arrested for indecent exposure.”

The pair step into the dimly lit bar. Deeks ushers her in a little further to the back which should set off her warning bells but just when she’s about to question him…

“SURPRISE!”

••••

She’s been searching for him for a good 10 minutes now, but it seems as though she’s misplaced her husband. Wouldn’t be the first time. “Hey, have you seen Deeks anywhere? I went to the restroom and now he’s gone.”

“Last time I saw him he was-“ Sam smiles as he catches a glimpse of the small stage.

“Hey, everybody, settle down.”

The sound of her husband’s voice pulls her attention in the direction where the former Navy SEAL is looking. He hasn’t done anything yet but she can already feel the heat working its way up her neck. Her eyes meet his and the smile that’s solely reserved for him curls at her lips.

“Kensi, baby, you mean everything to me and I don’t know what I did in this life to deserve someone as beautiful and amazing as you but I’m glad I did it. You’re everything…baby, you’re everything. Happy Birthday, Sunshine.”

The familiar tune of My Favorite Girl begins to play. Deeks starts to belt out the first few lyrics but then suddenly stops. She’s expecting to hear just the music but another voice comes from the speaker…a voice she can’t quite place. Then it happens, the person who belongs to the voice steps out on the other side of the stage.

Max’s eyes go wide in surprise. “Is that-“

“Holy shit. That’s Joey McIntyre.” Mandy answers the other woman’s question before she can even get it out.

Mindy keeps her eyes trained on the stage, but lets her thoughts be known to the birthday girl whose being serenaded. “KayKay, you better give Marty anything he wants tonight.”

“Oh, please, like she doesn’t already do that.” Tiffany with a y states. Her eyes also glued to the stage.

Mindy shakes her head. “I’m talking extra.”

“Oooh, maybe you could talk him into having a threesome with Joey.” Tiffani with an I blurts out.

“Tiff!” Mandy shakes her head, chastising the blonde. Can’t take these women anywhere.

Tiffani shrugs, unbothered. “What? When is she ever gonna have another opportunity like this?”

They turn to Kensi, expecting to be met with an affronted glare but the trance she’s in tells them that her attention is clearly elsewhere. Her eyes are glazed over, darker than ever before as she watches him move to the beat of one of her favorite songs and dance next to her favorite boy band member. Oh, she is doing things to him tonight.

“Kens?” Max tries to get the brunette’s attention.

“Huh?” She ‘answers’, but her eyes stay on her husband.

Max grins, shaking her head. “Never mind, Tiff, I think she’s already thinking about it.”

••••

She’s staring. She knows she’s staring but she can’t look away as her husband and childhood crush go on about not being able to dance like they used to.

“Listen, guys, I gotta leave. Sorry to sing and run.”

“Oh, no problem, man. Thanks for doing this.” The blonde shakes the other man’s hand before they both turn their attention to the birthday girl.

“Oh, it was an absolute honor. It was very nice to meet you, Kensi. Happy birthday, again.”

She’s screaming on the inside as the boy band member steps up to her and wraps her in a hug. Her eyes dance with glee as she looks over at her husband and sends him a playful wink. “Thank you, Joey.”

Pulling back from their embrace, the brunette moves closer to her husband’s side, her hand finding his, intertwining their fingers as they watch Joey turn to leave before he suddenly remembers something and pivots back towards them.

“Oh, one more thing.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and proceeds to pull out lanyards but not just any lanyards.

“What are these for?” The agent enthusiastically takes the backstage passes from the other brunette, her wide fan girl eyes shining bright in amazement.

“Well, I heard from a little birdie that it’s been a dream of yours to go to one of our concerts in Hawaii.”

A knowing smile spreads to her lips as she turns to her husband. “A little birdie, huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that talks as much as much as you do, Marty.”

He shrugs, wrapping his arm around his partner and pulling her into his side. “I’d talk every second of every day if it meant that my baby got what she wanted.”

Her eyes meet his as her arms thread around his waist. “Aw…but please don’t.”

The brunette watches the two with a smile. “And on that note, I gotta go see my wife.”

As Joey makes his way out the door, there’s a beat of silence that fills the air, their eyes locked onto one another yet again.

“Come with me.” Taking hold of her partner’s hand, Kensi pulls him to the hallway just off the stage where no one can see.

“What’s wrong-“ Before he can finish his sentence, she cuts him off with her lips in a fiery passionate kiss as she pushes him up against the wall.

They’re in a public place with their friends in the next room, somebody’s gonna come looking for them but he can’t pull away from her, not now, not ever. Threading his fingers through her beautiful brown mane, he wraps his other arm around her waist, closing any distance left between them.

A few minutes and swollen lips later they’re forced to pull back. The rise and fall of their chests show just how much air they're lacking.

Licking her lips, the brunette looks at her husband and then meets his eyes, the same darkening desire she feels in her own, shining in his cerulean blues. “We’re leaving.”

“But what about your party?” He tries to convey concern but the darkening hue in her eyes sends a thrill through his entire body and the way she’s licking her lips sends him over the edge. Why did he ask that question again?

“I told the girls to tell everyone that we had to leave.”

“Why? Wherever else could we be going?”

“Well…” She brings her lips to his ear, tracing her finger down his chest seductively. “I vaguely remember you making a promise to me earlier about your mouth in a special place and I have a few places that I’d like to put mine.”

A shit-eating grin curls at the former detective’s lips as his wife takes hold of his hand yet again and pulls him out the back door. “Did I mention how much I love your birthday?”

#Densi #Kensi Blye #Kensi Blye Deeks #Marty Deeks #Hubby & Wifey #Kensi x Deeks #Surprises #Densi Fanfic #Happy Birthday Kensi #40 #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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So, I finally decided to do this - their backgrounds. Their stories are down below the "cut".

Thank you if you read it <3

(Left to right):

Valennore aka Val (Slayer) - After leaving Sushire, Valennore made a promise to herself - to never look back. The life she left was one full of pain and sorrow; a father who hated her for just being a "daughter" and not a son, and, tragically, a mother who was long gone. For a while, Val travelled around Arkesia trying to find her place once again, many people she had meet but none stayed for long - perhaps, due to her fierce temperament or because of something else? Nonetheless, Val never stayed in one place for too long, probably for the best. However, the waves of fate would take her to a forgotten land, where she would find her place once more among her new friends - Adrand, Rosalah and Vesanya. Birthday: 30/03. Love Interest: Thar (or at least trying).

Adrand (the "d" is silent) (Sharpshooter) - All Adrand wanted to do, when he was younger, was follow his fathers footsteps who was an Arthetine specialist. However, one day is father never returned home, leaving Adrand orphan. Soon, in order to survive, Adrand began a life of "petty crimes" and going around with the wrong "crowds". A certain day, however, Adran's life changed for the worse - a traumatic day, which Adrand would never speak again or mentioned for he only wanted to forget it, if he could. Ever since Adrand rarely trusted anyone or spoke to anyone, yet upon meeting Valennore, Rosalah and Vesanya he, certaintly, began to return to his former self - slowly but surely. Now, as one of the heroes trying to save Arkesia, Adrand can not shake the feeling as if someone is always watching him. Unbeknown to him a certain demon as taking interest in him; one whose power is growing more and more. Birthday: 09/12. Love Interest: "Ex"-Crush - Armen, more recent - Levi and, probably, Thirain, Kadan and Kaldor. (Complicated honestly, this man has many crushes and probably more to come. Also, he is a baby so he needs alots of love)

Rosalah aka Rosa (Deathblade) - The moment Rosalah was born, her fate was already sealed. Not only because she is a delain but, also, because of her parents relationship; she was the "product" of a night that should have never occurred. Her mother a mere citizen of Feiton, who had the disgrace of meeting Father Anthon, a priest from Sacria; a "leech" among its ranks. Cruel and greedy, always wanting more power. For most of her life, Rosa never meet her father and for a good reason and, honestly, she did not want to. Until, he, finally, decided to hunt her down. After her mother insisting constatly for her to leave, Rosa, in the end, accepted her mothers wishes and left Feiton. She knew her mother was hiding something from her and she could see her mother was, truly, desperate. She could not even say her goodbyes properly, the only thing she could do was to leave a note for those who she cared the most - specially her siblings, Zaika, Levi and Kaldor. However, in the end, her father always got what he wanted; even if he had to pretend to be her mother and siblings, so he could lore her again back to Feiton. Until that day happens, Rosalah is happy to be around Adrand, Valennore and Vesanya. Even just for a little bit. Birthday: 20/10. Love Interest: Zaika (yeah...anyway, his voice is just *chefs kisses* and when this girl falls in love, she falls hard).

Vesanya aka Nari (her true name) (Glaivier) - Ever since she could remember, Vesanya had always been alone. She grew up in Anikka streets trying to survive, she would pick fight with anyone, who remotely tried to come too close to her even if it was someone way larger than her. And one day, it proved to be almost fatal - if it wasn't for a caring man, who treated her wounds; if he didn't Vesanya would have died that day. Soon, that man became her master. He trained her to be what she is today and helped her guiding her rage into her fighting-style. It was during one of her trainings that Vesanya meet Wei; a mysterious individual, whom she falls in love almost instantly. In the beginning, Wei ignored her for the most part but Vesanya was (and still is) very persistent. Wei began to pay more attention to her but maintained a certain distance, which Vesanya was quick to realise that he, perhaps, did not want her company and soon she began to visit him less and less, until, one day, it stopped entirely. Wei went to ask her master and he, simply, answered: "She left." Birthday: 22/11. Love Interest: Wei.

#lost ark #lost ark mmo #lost ark online #lost ark glaivier #lost ark slayer #lost ark sharpshooter #lost ark deathblade

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doodle-spooder · 1 year

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Chapter 4

Man I'm scared but here we go!

So Nile wakes up talks to Kaneeka about disappearance of Stella, and get's herself ready to go. Tabby tells us about the strike and her feelings on it. Wish honestly to not fight with her men, and how she doesn't want do anything drastic. Avery meets Nile to walk her into town. (Maybe in a different play through I'll romance Avery.) They flirt and talk about Ditchlings, and Avery is okay with their parasitic cycle of life. Meet Kaneeka, and make a game plan to find Stella. We all check the her house, and figure out she came back to make a sandwich and get her jacket. Wayne hasn't been there so he might not have done anything to her. We go to the Diner and talk to the small group of strikers. They grumble that due to the Tabby rescuing three girls from the collapse they can't get more people to help since she's a 'Town Hero'. But they haven't seen her either.

We talk to Oscar and check in on Rosa. Doctor Joan Kelly is there, and being nice to Rosa but acting like Nile's spat in her coffee. Oscar is thinking about leads and possible cults but doesn't want us to look at the seal at his house. We go to the mines and talk to the strikers. Nile asks if she could take their demands to Tabitha and if she could go through. They think its fine. Nile politely knocks on the door till Tabby lets her in and meets Rodríguez, but ops not to call him on working with the boss. They talk once he leaves. Nile tells Tabby that due to her 'Town Hero' stats she might just have to wait out, and Tabby is relieved that she won't have to pull anything drastic. Nile goes with the gang to the Church and talk with Daniel. He asks Nile why everyone thinks he's weird/creepy and she gives him some harsh truths. Then after meeting his kid, get's him to spill that she has been talking to rats in the Church and he thinks they're evil. Go to see Sybil and do the tea reading, but can't opt to walk away and so have to drink the tea... but tell her that she might be the Cat. Nile also doesn't hint that she's going to the Clinic. Once there, Nile walks through the door and makes it to the morgue. (Suddenly I notice, the flirt button it works. Must not, I have self control...) Nile flirts with Reese in the morgue and Nile gives him a lot of hints that something mystical is in his house, and that it gives Nile visions. After getting his mom to leave we go into the doctor's office, where Nile takes the family death records to read later. They make it to the medical storage, when doctor is coming back. Nile let's Reese into the closet. Nile hears his heart beat fast and she brings it up. 'I think our hearts are beating fast for the same reason.' 'I don't know, why is yours?'

'Cause I'm in the closet, close to my crush.' 'Then yes, it is for the same reason.'

While getting the axe out, Nile finds the journal. And hits on Reese more... We make it to the morgue and Nile let's Reese work out some frustration. Gives him a heads up about possibly fainting and sees the seal. Come to in his bedroom, and talk it out. Offer him to come live with her in the cramped attic and ask to be drawn like on of his French girls. He touches her face and she leans in for a kiss when WAYNE ruins the mood. Reese goes beast mode... (and I make a hard decision, I have in the past gone to stop him from doing something he'll regret. But I don't want him to die...) so Nile obediently waits for him to come back to the basement. She hugs him and he holds her as she talks to him. Finally she tells him that he's beautiful. And they are now forever linked as romantic partners. Wayne scares him off and she walks back into town with him. Finds Gretchen and goes to find Stella. They have a heart to heart and Stella finally gets out of her head about her parents death. She feels better and they become into good friends. But Nile needs to tell her about what happened today. Stella morns Doc, but finds it funny/weird that Reese and Nile are dating. Nile walks Stella home before Wayne walks her the rest of the way home. She goes to bed.

'As you drift off, you think of Reese, out in the woods somewhere, bloodstained, free and beautiful.'

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amiramorozova · 2 years

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Dual Summoner and the Darkling -Princess verison- pt. 9

After the fete a few days had passed, my days consisted of either walking around the little palace, horse riding or secretly planning to take me away from both palaces. Aleksander had gone today to talk to them about the whole marriage at seventeen talk. I was to be Ravka's savior but the General's wife as I walked to the chair and sat down brushing my hair. I started to see Amira not Princess Amira the longer I was here.

I see me, not some princess that was adopted. I thought

There was a knock as I looked at the door "Come in." I said as Genya walked in. "Saints, you're not going to be ready." Genya said as she went over and started to help me. I was wondering what she was talking about as we looked at each other in the mirror. "Wait for what?" I asked as she looked at me in the mirror. "The General has sealed the deal for your wedding to be next year and he asked to take you with him while he's gone for the week." Genya said as I was surprised. I thought about it knowing, unlike Genya I was pure in the eyes of the people, even if they didn't I hadn't done anything beforehand. "Genya..Do you think that perhaps.." I started

Genya looked at me, I think she knew what I was considering "You think General Kirigan will try to steal your first kiss?" Genya asked as I looked at her in the mirror while she did her tailor small science. "Is it impossible to be thinking such things? The idea of a first kiss at the wedding in front of everyone doesn't appeal to me." I admitted

For a while Genya seemed quiet at the idea of it, she couldn't say for sure what was going on. "I suppose it is possible, but he would probably try to put you both in a romantic setting away from prying eyes." Genya said as I smiled a little thinking about the idea. "I suppose that is fair but I don't really have a ring to even show for the marriage." I pointed out as she laughed a bit as she was finishing up. "He's got everything planned out, trust him Amira." Genya said

If we become the King and Queen of Ravka, I can make life better for Genya. I thought as one perk of having a right to the throne.

When Genya was done I smiled as she got my Kefta as she brought it over, then she started to pick up my necklace for the royals but I put my hand up. "No, I think it's time for a at home necklace." I said as I got in the drawer and I pulled out the family crest of my birth family putting it on. "I am a Silina, even if the others don't know. I'm not a Lanstov." I said as Genya noticed my confidence. She started to leave before coming back with a light bag of things for the trip. "The General wants you to pack light, he will take care of the rest and it's already taken care of ." Genya said

He had a good point, I'll never be free until this marriage happens..perhaps I shouldn't be so cruel to him. He is trying to fix the fold...fix his mistake. I thought

"What are my arrangements going to be while we're out?" I asked as I was making sure I didn't take anything of overly value to have stolen. "The General is going to insist you share a tent with him, he's got two bed cots prepared so that you're securely protected." Genya said as I looked at her wondering if she as joking but she didn't crack a smile once. I just had to take it in stride here.

After packing light, I was led out there to where everyone else was and I saw him waiting with his carriage. I had no use for formalities but Ivan opened the door and he offered his hand to me. I took it as he led me on and helped me with the light bag as we got in. I was going to sit across from him but when Ivan and Fedyor got in and sat across from me that's when I realized he was sitting by me.

"What an honor it is, but I notice you did not wear any of your royal jewels." Fedyor said as I smiled knowing why. I pulled out the necklace I did have "Because I am embracing who I truly am. I am a De La Rosa and Silina not really a Lanstov." I said as Fedyor looked surprised. "It is true, she is adopted. But that still makes her my Grisha soulmate Fedyor." Aleksander said as he adjusted me some and put his arm around me to hold me close.

should you be doing this? I thought

It felt like hours before we made it as Fedyor and Ivan got out first then Aleksander let me go out. As I got out of the carriage and looked around I saw Grisha setting up his tent as he got out after me. Some of the Grisha there looked at us and I swear they wondered who I was. Without my jewels I was just Amira, an unknown Grisha. Yet as I was in my own thoughts I heard a familiar voice and my heard turned quickly. "Nico.." I said as I looked

Nicolas Stark, a connection to my past as a Grisha girl who had once lived in the village. Back then we were only kids but there was just this familiar sense of knowing. Despite hearing Aleks say to stay close I ended up marching right over ignoring Fedyor and Ivan as I had a goal. "Nicolas Stark" I said as he stopped talking with his fellow first army and looked at me. At first he seemed confused as if he didn't recognize me and I faltered infront of him.

"Do I know you Miss?" Nicolas asked as I felt hurt he didn't recognize me. "Amira..we used to run around in a field together as kids before...before I was...adopted" I said as he looked at me and listened intently to my words. The realization was a relief to me as I laughed a bit "Nico, I swear you didn't forget me. Did you?" I asked but before he could answer I felt the shadows coming.

"Soldier, I see Moya Tsarevna seems to know you." Aleksander said as I crossed my arms. "We're old friends, before I became Moya Tsarevna" I retorted as he looked at me. For the first time since the courting I thought I felt my heart skip a beat knowing he was my freedom still...this was freedom in some way. "Yes, General." Nicolas said

"Your name and rank?" General asked as I didn't know what he wanted from me and knowing about my friend. "Nicolas Stark, tracker." Nicolas said as Aleksander seemed interested in that. "Amira is to be kept a close eye on, she dislikes my right hand Grisha so perhaps you would keep an eye on her while she's with me." Aleksander said as Nico nod in agreement.

Aleksander left me with Nico as he showed me around, but people just saw me as a Grisha. "So what is with you and the General? You arrived with him in his carriage?" Nico asked while showing me around. "He's my Grisha soulmate and he's planning to marry me next year." I admitted as Nico got infront of me as he looked at me getting infront of me as he noticed I was not kidding. "So that's it..you'll be a General's wife." Nico said as I sighed as I walked away and he followed. "I have to or I will never be free. DO things like this." I told him

Nico just nod as he showed me around

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#Dual Summoner Amira #Dual Summoner and the Darkling -princess version-#Amira Silina #aleksander morovoza #general kirigan #darkling #darkling x oc #Team Darkling #the darkling #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #Grishaverse #shadow summoner #sunsummoner #tidemaker #original story #ben barnes #princess amira

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the-firebird69 · 4 months

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Chicago - Saturday In The Park (1973)

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Jul 4, 2011

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The sun is about Rosa Parks and so is seals song kiss from the grave there's a lot of songs about this is her son and daughter's idea and it was a few other people it was Queen Elizabeth II and mac daddy Justin and his wife's friends and more we are helping too but he came up with the whole thing people are starting to see it's important they know it's important it says and they can't get there some people have lost people that are dear to them and they can't go on and our son and daughter your knees and the people here needed and your friends if your family is not here need you and they become your family because they know about it and the max do that kind of thing it's time to go there they say

Thor Freya

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Olympus you think it was the 4th of July we think it might be tonight

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srsansing · 2 years

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The Villainess of the North: Chapter 1

I remember seeing a teenage girl and the strap breaking off the steel beam. I remember running full out pushing her out of the way. The sirens, the shouts, and the shocked face Iren made when I kissed him. “I’ll see you in the next life,” I told him before I died.

Surprisingly I was in Iren’s book “Love Me Eternal.” Looking into the full length mirror a four almost five-year-old girl with moonlight color hair and gold eyes looked back at me. Daughter of Grand Duke Garnet Von Rosa, Lady Iris Von Rosa, the spitting image of her father. Unluckily, we were in the imperial capital. Not surprising since the Grand Duchess didn’t like the fiefdom out North near the border of the lycanthropes lands.

My mother was the first princess of the kingdom of Avaria just as my fathers mother was. The Grand Duchy of Rosa had imperial blood and was the sword and shield of the kingdom; the knights of Rosa were known as the Wolves of Rosa. My father was the commander of this knightage.

I sat before the fireplace as I looked at my status screen.This made me roll my eyes. I was a powerhouse but with this small body the actual skills I had wouldn’t help me unless I wanted to destroy the world.

I had to get to the ruins of Sylvestres but to do that I needed to go to the Grand Duchy. The Grand Duchess however, did everything to not go back there. I was born in the Grand Duchy but we came to the imperial capital just before the season started and the grand duchess never wanted to go back to the north.

Well I knew what I needed to do the problem was making it happen. Luckily the Grand Duchess hasn’t fired my Nanny who was Count Dale's daughter, a vassal of the North. As well as the two maids, Ann who was also from the North and Tara who was hiding the fact she was a lycanthrope.

They knocked on my bedroom door and waited for me to give them permission to come in. The rest of the servants didn’t do that at all. I sent Nanny, Lettie, to get the ingredients I wrote out made into a tea for me. She was back after four hours with the tea I requested. The teas affects started to work and four days after drinking it I snuck in to the grand duchess office one night and started sorting out her papers. I did this every night for the next seven nights.

Finally finishing my goal and putting the right papers in dads office. While also taking her seal. She technically wasn’t supposed to have it since dad hadn’t given her the North Star which was a deep blue diamond set in the center of a star. Now I just had to make sure we left for the North this time. The Grand Duchess made one trip there had gotten pregnant with me and was force to stay in the North for two years. Once back in the capital she had excuse after excuse to stay in the capital.

“Nanny, when are we going home?” I asked her as I drank my tea in the sun room of the main building. Wearing a light blue north silk dress my dad gifted to me. Luckily the grand duchess was out along with the head maid who had been the Grand Duchess nanny. Her daughter was the Grand Duchess ladies maid and her husband our head butler. They were also out of the house or I would never have been let into the mansion.

“I’m not sure Young Wolf the last couple of times it was just the North Wolf.”

“I want to go home too.” I said giving my best pout. “I don’t like it here. I hardly get to see daddy and the capital servants are all mean, especially the head maid, butler and the grand duchess ladies maid.”

“Mean, how are they mean daughter.” A smooth neutral voice said followed by a 30 year old man with the same moonlight hair and gold eyes.

“Daddy.” I said jumping out of my chair and running to him. He picked me up in his arms but his emotionless face remained the same. He sat down at the table with me on his lap. “When are we going home?” I asked him. He thought for a moment then said.

“Next week.” I brighted up.

“Yay. No take backs. North’s honor.” I said, holding my hand up.

“North’s honor.” He said copying me and then kissed my forehead.” Nanny smiled along with Ann. Dads attdent was giving a shocked look at this. “Now what were you saying about mean servants.” I went into a full explanation and even used my skill memory to show him a few things. I also told a white lie about finding the seal on the floor in the hallway. After all, she wasn’t supposed to have it. When I said my room was in the annex that was when the room got cold.

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alstroemeriadissonance · 3 years

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Cotton, garters, lace, silk. (NSFW)

Fics on the men of NXX giving Rosa lingerie/sleepwear.

For the guys who've read my other stuff: for the sake of this piece, each chapter assumes MC/Rosa has ended up with the respective ML.

WARNING: NSFW by varying degrees. Long read.

Luke (nightshirt)

You come to Luke's place like a storm, during the storm.

Having carelessly ignored the weather report that was forecasted as early as three days ago, you do not bring an umbrella with you when you step out early to do errands.

This behavior can be attributed to your headstrong stubbornness--who needs umbrellas, anyway?--and also the fact that you can always count on one person to bail you out from any kind of predicament.

In this case, the predicament of potentially coming down with a cold due to wet clothing.

"Luke!" you shout his name as you swing open the door to his antique's shop.

And sure enough, there he is--the ray of sunshine to your storm cloud--just starting to close shop early, expecting no visitors to arrive due to inclement weather.

Your best friend's eyes widen both at the sight of you dripping wet with rainstorm, and the strong wind that slips in through the door threatening to topple over some of the more delicate wares in his store. Luke runs quickly to close the door behind you, and once that is taken care of he turns to you.

"Hang on, let me get a towel."

It only takes a couple of minutes for him to set you up in his quarters above the shop, with a bath towel draped over your damp clothes, a cup of cocoa emanating sweet warmth to your hands.

Luke stares at you--you have never looked so lovely, and so fragile with raindrops clinging to your skin and hair--and he wishes he had his camera to capture the very moment you lift the cup of cocoa to your lips.

The way you take small sips of the hot liquid is almost like kissing.

He quickly turns around to hide his blushing, which shows anyway on his ears.

"I'll get you something to wear in the meantime!" He then runs down to the first floor and out of the shop.

You do not see how flustered he was.

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Luke returns with a shopping bag you recognize--it is from one of those boutiques that you sometimes check out from time to time with Kiki despite being too much on the girly side--and he pushes the package wordlessly into your arms before running back down to the shop once again.

Bemused, both at Luke's choice of boutique and whatever the deal was with him, you prise apart the sticker seal of the paper bag to reveal its contents.

Inside was a pink nightshirt emblazoned with a teddy bear print on the chest area.

Oh Luke, sometimes you never change.

Stifling a laugh, you pad your way into the bathroom to change out of your damp clothes and, after hanging your rain-soaked articles of clothing by the dryer you slip into the nightshirt that Luke had so kindly bought for you.

I better ask him how he even thought of buying one from that store.

"Hey Luke," you call out from above the stairs leading to the antiques shop, "Thanks for the shirt!"

"No problemo, Watson," he replies, voice muffled. "Does it fit you?"

"Yeap!"

A pause, then, "Can I see?"

You do not wait for him to show up the stairs, rather you run downstairs, barefoot, to see your Sherlock hunched over his workbench and worrying his lips on a piece of toast.

"Tada." You twirl as soon as you come into his view. "I can't believe you even remembered that I used to like teddy bears!"

Luke nods appreciatively, congratulating himself on what he considers a job well done, with the toast still lodged in his mouth.

"Also, you know my size!"

"Yea--" Luke was going to say something, but the toast drops from his mouth and plops onto his workbench.

Luke stares at you, openmouthed, and you can see the blush blooming from his neck, up to his face, then his ears. He then averts his eyes, as if having seen something he clearly shouldn't.

"Er. You're not wearing a bra?"

Oh.

"I got really soaked, so..." You look down, and sure enough, your nipples are poking against the thin, comfortable cotton fabric of the nightshirt. Then you look back at him, and he still isn't done panicking.

Your response to his cute reaction manifests as a naughty grin; Luke is still trying to avoid looking at you--oh, sweet summer child--and you decide to take things into your hands.

"Luke?"

"Y-yeah?"

You cross the distance between you two and wedge yourself in that space between Luke and the workbench, wordlessly ordering him to give you his full attention. You take both of his gloved hands--slightly trembling--and place them palms down on your hips.

"Guess what else I'm not wearing right now."

"What?"

Your hands still on his, you carefully slide them up your body and hitching up the hem of your new nightshirt in the process...revealing the answer as soon as the hem gets high enough to show your navel.

"Oh shit." Luke groans as he looks down. "Why are you teasing me like this?"

"Because I love seeing your reactions, Luke," you say, quite truthfully.

Somehow your reply snaps something within him. Is it is shyness? Or resolve? You wonder as he lifts you to sit your naked ass on the workbench and start working on you.

That's fine. You both have the entire storm to ride out while you try to figure out the answer.

Marius (custom-designed lingerie)

"Missy...has anyone told you how nice your ass is?"

The furious sounds of friction produced by charcoal lead against canvas permeate Marius von Hagen's studio.

"Not really," you mutter under your breath. "Then again, they haven't been making me lift my ass this high either, for almost an hour." You shift your weight to another stiletto-clad foot to ease the fatigue on your legs.

Somehow you let yourself get talked into doing the Marius von Hagen an immense favor, that is to play the part of his muse for the latest Z painting.

As soon as you had agreed to his request (begrudgingly), Marius presented you with a box containing custom-made full set of lingerie and pair of stiletto heels that he himself designed.

The manner in which he took your measurements still remains a mystery.

And now you're in the middle of Marius's studio wearing the black-and-purple lacy confection with matching stilettos made only for you; leaning over one of his desks pulled to the center for the purpose of you posing with it: you bending over the table with your palms flat on the desk, your pert garter-and-stiletto-heel-enhanced ass raised high in the air, as Master von Hagen demands.

"Please don't tell me this will be displayed anywhere in Stellis."

The sound of charcoal-against-canvas briefly pause. "Why? Aren't you proud of how drop-dead gorgeous you look today?

"You know what I mean!"

"Hmmm." The soft scratching of charcoal against canvas resumes. Marius knows what he is doing, but oh teasing out the sweet exasperated big-sister act out of you just brings him such pleasure. It's one of the very few things he is thankful for being born as himself; if he wasn't Marius von Hagen, who knows if it was still possible for him to meet a junior attorney like you, much less represent him in court?

"Marius! von! Hagen!"

"I'm done with the sketch, don't worry," he says, taking off the canvas from the easel to briefly show you his underdrawing. You gasp; even in the rough lines you could make out your features, only a bit too raunchy for your imagination to handle. The brassiere made out your breasts to be a little too plump and bursting out of the lace trim; and your ass, well...it was at such an angle that you'd expect to see a similar pose in a porn or girly magazine.

"Artem and Celestine will kill me if this gets out and recognizes me from the final painting."

Marius replaces the canvas on its easel and walks towards you. "Well, that only means I get to hire you directly for our legal department, myeah?"

"I will die of humiliation first before that happens, Marius."

The laugh that escapes Marius lips is low and lusty. "Oh babe. I really, really like you, you know that?" He places a kiss on the top of your head. "I know you're tired, why don't you sit on the desk for awhile?"

"Why not one of the chairs instead?"

"Because we're not done yet."

With a groan you comply, sitting down and relishing the sweet relief your lower back feels as soon as you are permitted to let go of the painful posture.

Marius then kneels in front of you. "So this is how silk stockings feel." You feel both of his hands roaming your legs. With a soft moan his lips running over the delicate side of one of your thighs; his breath hot and ragged against your silk-clad skin.

He stops just before his lips reach the crotch of your black sheer lace panties, enjoying your soft whimpering that you make when you realize his tease.

"Mmm. I don't even have to push the fabric aside to see all of you. I underestimated how sheer your panty is. Heheh." Marius eagerly takes in the sight of your folds visible through the almost see-through black lace. "I wonder..."

He gives the lace sitting just above your clit a tender, tentative lick, and revels in your response: you wrapping your thighs around his neck, pulling his face closer to your sex; your fingers grabbing at fistfuls of his dark hair--all these as you moan for him to continue.

"What do you want me to do, Missy~" Even Marius's voice alone seems to send vibrations through your nethers.

"Marius," you hiss through your teeth. "If you don't continue right now, I swear I'll..."

"Swear wha--mmph!" You push his annoying mouth down to your wetness; giving Marius a mouthful of your desire and desperation given physical form.

Sweet relief washes over as he finally focuses on you. The crotch of the silk panties were sheer enough that not only was it see-through, the ministrations of the young von Hagen's tongue over your slit could be fully enjoyed as if there was no fabric impeding the pleasure. You could even feel him humming to himself as he places his lips over your bud, sucking you through the silk.

"Mmm. I still can't get over how you taste," This time he pushes aside the silk fabric to allow two of his fingers to slip inside your folds, winding you up with thrusts alternating with his tongue flicking at your clit.

"Don't stop, please," you finally beg him.

"I got you babe. Don't worry," Marius manages to say in between licks, increasing the tempo alongside the thrusts of his fingers until you experience that oh-so-familiar earth shattering sensation between your legs.

"That good huh?" Marius gives your wetness a long, lingering lick before standing up over your still panting form. He reaches over with both hands to free your breasts from the extra-lift cups of the brassiere.

"You really look like a work of art." Marius murmurs softly as he licks his lips, his gaze tracing your silhouette splayed over the desk.

Then, with a business-like tone, he says "Right. Let's work on the prototype for the second painting."

This time you have recovered enough to react. "What second painting?" You are wondering if he thinks he hasn't overworked you enough for this painting session.

"I did tell you we're not done yet."

"Marius! von! Hagen!"

"Trust me on this one." Smirking, he holds out his hand for you. "Come on, this shouldn't take long." You accept his proffered hand to sit yourself up.

You were about to start adjusting your brassiere cups when Marius tells you to leave them as it is. "That's not necessary. Leave them be."

"Okay, so now what?"

"Could you do that pose again for me, Missy?" Marius is biting his lip in anticipation.

You decide to might as well do as he says to get things over and done with--the sooner it is done, the sooner you could continue playtime with Marius--and assume the back-hurting position from earlier.

You notice Marius still hasn't gone back to his easel yet. "Er...Marius? Thought you're going to start on your second painting now?"

A low chuckle emanates from behind you. "Yes. I already am. Look to your right."

Annoyed at what could be another of Marius's tricks again, you do look to your right and see what he meant: to your right side is a large wall mirror that captured almost the entirety of Marius's studio. It was large, however since the mirror was presumably installed to give the illusion of additional floor space, you did not pay it any mind.

Until now, however, now that the mirror captured the lewd image of Marius posing to take you from behind, his pants already pooled around his ankles, cock aimed directly at your pert garter-adorned ass.

Marius sees you look at your reflection with mild shock.

"That's the prototype for the second painting," he whispered as he rubbed the tip of his length against your wetness.

His eyes never leave the reflection, intently studying all detail and committing everything to his memory.

Slowly he starts to push into your slit, shallow thrusts at first until he is fully hilted inside you.

"Damn, we look good," he says, pausing his movements just long enough to admire the absolutely lewd imagery depicting the youngest von Hagen and his favorite lawyer cum big sister figure.

"Marius." Your voice comes out strangled. "If you don't move now..."

The lust-addled expression on your face is reflected perfectly on the mirror, and this delights Marius immensely. "Damn, girl. You're horny."

"Goddamnit Marius. I will kill--ah!"

He laughs softly as he grabs your hips and start pummeling you with hard thrusts that push you hard into the desk. Marius revels in the way your breasts bounce at every movement he makes, at the pure lust displayed on your face and reflected back by the mirror for him to enjoy.

"Mm. Shit, I'm getting close," you hear him whisper urgently. "Inside?"

"Yes."

You feel his thrusts pick up pace as he chases his own release, and he eventually shudders inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

"Mhm, good girl," he murmurs at your ear as he collapses onto you.

===

Marius eventually decides not to display his two newest paintings outside of his own room.

The first one, the one where Rosa poses provocatively with her come-hither form, is hanging by the wall facing his bed.

The other one, where Marius captures that very intimate moment where he lovingly fucks his beloved lawyer from behind, is carefully stowed away in an artist's tube, to be taken out when he feels like enjoying it.

He figured out that it wasn't probably a good idea to make both paintings available for public viewing if he had to jerk it from time to time as he worked to finish both paintings.

Especially the second one.

Artem (babydoll lingerie)

It is your birthday, and while you clearly should be happy about the fact that Artem has dropped by your apartment to throw you a little party, just you and him, you can't help but pick up a sense of apprehension coming from your senior.

"Artem, is something the matter?" you ask him as he busied himself with putting away the cooking ingredients for later.

"Ah, um." He cleared his throat. "Nothing, really."

Nothing, my ass. You have worked with him for so long now that you have learned to pick out his quirks. However, you decide not to push with your questioning to avoid ruining the day. It'll probably become apparent in time, you think.

And as it turns out, you prove your hunches to be on the right track.

You first notice it the way Artem surreptitiously (unsuccessfully) tries to hide a nicely-packaged gift box out of your sight, as if trying to keep you from seeing it or even finding out that he had a gift for you in the first place. Curious.

Trying to confirm if your hunch is correct, you take hold of the poorly-hidden gift from underneath a pile of groceries. "Artem!" you exclaim, making sure he doesn't miss your little act, "is this for me? You shouldn't have."

The way his face goes pale all too clearly confirms your suspicions. You file away this observation for later, and decide to let him relax by setting the gift aside without opening it for now.

===

The next two hours pass by without incident. Your grin after downing his almond jelly dessert definitely floors the man, and you finally see him relax and smile genuinely for the first time in ages.

Deciding that now may be the best time to broach the topic, you finally ask for your gift.

"Artem, I want to see whatever it is you've brought me!"

As expected, all color drain from his face, all traces of mirth from the previous moments wiped clean.

"Artem, what's wrong?" You try your hardest to temper your impatience and frustration--what is up with that gift?

"Nothing really, its just that..." A conflicted expression clouds over his face. Finally Artem relents, and with a deep sigh wordlessly grabs the gift box--a pretty pink box tied with deep magenta bow--placing it on the table.

It looks innocuous enough, for now.

You waste no time in opening the box; ribbons untied and lid opened, you finally pull out what lies underneath all the layers of crumpled delicate gift wrapping paper.

What you see takes your breath away.

It is a cute babydoll-style lingerie, in soft pink hues and accented with ivory ribbons. You can totally see yourself wearing it, perhaps to try and charm someone...

Artem's face reddens, stumbling over his words as he tries to explain himself. "It's...well, ah. Celestine..."

Celestine? What does she have to do with this?

Then you remember how awkward Artem actually is, and you finally understand that he probably had outside help to buy something as intimate as lingerie.

Which brings to mind another question.

"This gift...was it your idea?"

The question takes Artem aback, and he is stunned for a few moments until he finds his voice again. "No...

"I lost a bet with Celestine. She actually...bought this for me to give you as a birthday gift."

Oh. So that's how it is. You cannot help but feel a bit crestfallen. For one sweet moment you thought you may finally break that barrier that kept the both of you from becoming intimate.

Somehow your disappointment shows a bit too clearly, and Artem starts panicking again. "I...I can get you another gift, if you want."

You shake your head, smiling wanly. "No, I really like this one. Please send Celestine my thanks." You fondle the soft lace and exquisite chiffon. "I really like it."

"You do?" Artem looks relieved, however you try to clear up the one glaring misunderstanding.

"I like it, yes, but that's because there's supposed to be a certain special meaning behind it. But since this isn't your idea, this significance doesn't really hold water.

"The meaning, being?" Artem is now all ears, sincerely trying to learn more about what proves to be an esoteric subject matter for him.

"Uh..." You know he'd eventually ask about it, but somehow you still aren't prepared to be forthcoming enough to answer him. "Well." It's now your turn to blush, and blush hard.

"What's the meaning behind it?" Artem presses on, genuinely not comprehending something that should have been as subtle as a ten-wheeler truck. You truly are not ready for such innocence.

Man... You sigh, and finally answer his question, resigned to whatever may happen.

"Sex."

"...Pardon?" Artem thinks he may not have heard it right.

"Birthday sex."

You carefully watch the man's reaction, waiting for the time that his innocent, wired-only-for-work brain suffers BSOD.

However, it does not come.

"I...see," Artem mumbles to himself. He seems to have taken it much better that you expected. He doesn't even blush. "To set us up this far..." he touches his chin, deep in thought.

You try to dispel the heavy mood with a nervous laugh. "Celestine has the oddest sense of humor at times, don't you think?"

"But you said earlier...you liked it?" Artem does not seem to hear what you just said.

"Mhm. Yeah. I did."

"Even with that...significance you have just told me?"

You look at him straight into his cerulean blues. "Yes, I meant what I said."

"..."

The silence between the two of you is so thick you almost could hear the faint sound of the man's heartbeat.

"Do you..." Artem clears his throat, a blush forming from his neck, and rising to his face. "Do you want to try it on?"

===

After much coaxing you finally manage to get Artem to step foot into your bedroom.

He has been to your apartment for more than a few times already; yet stepping over the threshold to your bedroom is the one line he never crossed...until now.

You finally get him to sit on your bed. The sight of Artem sitting all serious-like and nervous in your bedroom somehow gets your heart racing. Excited, you disappear into your bathroom to change into the lingerie Celestine has so kindly picked out for you.

You take your time slipping into the babydoll nightwear, however--some things are meant to be savored, after all--and you indulge yourself on the sensation of soft chiffon sliding over your skin.

A quick peek in the mirror shows that yes, you look absolutely cute and charming, and perhaps ready to take your senior partner's heart. You also spritz on your favorite perfume, for good measure.

When you step out of the bathroom you see him absently caress the bedsheet beside him, perhaps deep in thought.

"Artem," you softly call out, "I'm here."

He turns to behold your form, clad only in soft layers of sheer fabric that barely even covers your thighs.

To say that his breath is taken away is an understatement. Though, he still manages to whisper the word "Beautiful."

"Um. Do you like it?" You do a little twirl so he could also see the ribbons tied at the back.

He is too fixated looking at your form to answer at first. "Yes. Yes, of course," he eventually answers you, his eyes tracing and appreciating the outline of your curves.

"I'm glad."

It only takes a few seconds for Artem to stand up from the bed and gather you in his arms; he embraces you in such a way that he literally sweeps you off your feet, prompting you to throw your arms around his neck for a kiss.

The kiss starts off tentative and gentle--both of your lips graze each other at first, then you both look into each other's eyes and smile reassuringly, as if giving the other permission to go further.

You then close your eyes and part your lips slightly, allowing Artem to dip into an openmouthed kiss where he tries to learn of your taste of your tongue. He could still taste the almond jelly that he fed you for dessert as your tongues gently entwine.

"Are you alright with this, Rosa?" he asks as he briefly disengages from the kiss to gauge your reaction.

"Mm. Yeah." You nod, before closing your eyes again.

He then carries you gently to your bed, covering your body with his but careful enough for him not to burden you with his weight.

As you both continue to kiss, he lets one of his hands caress the smooth chiffon covering your breasts, tracing the outline of your chest. Artem spends his sweet time getting to know your body and your curves--his hand gently strokes your stomach, then a thigh, letting his fingers flutter across your leg, then going back up again.

The gentle touches, strangely enough, remind you somehow of sweet candy.

"I love you, Rosa," he smiles down at you, caressing your cheek this time both with a soft touch of his fingers and the most gentle of smiles.

"I love you too."

Smiling, you take hold of the end of one of the ribbons that held the the bodice of your lingerie together, and offered it up to Artem.

"What's this?"

You let slip out a soft giggle. "Might as well have you unwrap my present to you."

Speechless, he takes the end of the ribbon and tugs at it, untying the ribbon knot and loosening the lace. Artem fingers the ribbon, slowly unraveling it to loosen the bodice enough to free your breasts. You feel his lips press tiny soft kisses all over your chest, his hot, moist breath tickling your skin.

Eventually you feel both of his hands gather the hem of your dress up your waist to reveal the matching pink panties underneath.

Artem's breathing hitched for a second.

With slightly trembling fingers he pulls down your panties down to your ankles, revealing the quivering wetness within that is starved for touch.

You gasp, which prompts him to look at your with concern.

"Are you alright, Rosa? Are you uncomfortable?"

You smile at him reassuringly. "Yeah...just that...

"Could you please touch me down there?" You cover your blush with your hands.

He nods, then brings down his fingers to your slit, his fingertips tracing the folds of your wetness. He observes your face as he lets his fingers explore your depths...one finger in at first, then another one...thrusting in and out ever so gently.

"Is this...okay?" He asks, unsure if he is giving you pleasure.

You decide that there is no harm in teaching him how. Taking his fingers, you guide them to your sensitive bud, and demonstrate the motions that bring you to a frenzy on lonely, touch-starved nights.

Artem is a fast learner; only a few minutes of mimicking your touch and he already brings you to the brink, shuddering in a sweet orgasm that is finally brought by fingers not your own.

You moan out his name, and reach out to him for another deep, indulgent kiss that you revel in as you enjoy your orgasm high.

"It's your turn now," you whisper to his ear as soon as you recover, trying to tug his tie loose. "It's not fair that I'm the only one naked here," you pout. "I...want to see you too."

"Fine," Artem smiles at you, then proceeds to take off his clothing all the while not taking his eyes off your body adorned by lace that no longer covers you.

It is only when he sheds his clothing that you realize just how much he wants you. You open your legs to welcome him as he settles between your thighs, the tip of his hardness poking at your entrance.

Artem calms himself down with a deep breath before he pulls your thighs close to him and wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he enters you--his thrusts starting out unsure at first due to him fearing that he may hurt you--but when he sees your face clouded over with desire his own needs threaten to overtake him as well.

"Rosa," he chants your name over and over as his thrusts pick up speed, desperate to reach that release within your folds. Sweat beads now drop from his brow and onto your abdomen every time his thrusts bury his entire length deep inside you.

"I'm coming," he eventually gasps, and he pulls out just in time to spill his seed all over your stomach and the chiffon gathering around your waist.

===

The two of you spend the rest of your birthday riding out the afterglow in your bed.

"Artem, love," you turn towards him to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Don't you think we owe Celestine bigtime?"

"Mmm. Yeah." He smiles down at you, as his fingers lazily play with a lock of your hair. "Let's think of something nice to give her soon.

"Anyway," he adds, sneaking a kiss on your forehead. "Happy birthday."

Vyn (custom-made lingerie his own uniform and tie)

Vyn Richter did have plans for Valentine's night with you.

He has already prepared the perfect gift for an amorous night spent in bed, having paid top money for the most exquisite set of bespoke lingerie be custom-made only for you, to wear for his own pleasure.

However, sometimes things don't always turn out as planned, even for someone like Vyn who craves control as a measure to guarantee a degree of certainty in his life.

So when you showed up out of his bathroom wearing the shirt he wore to work for that day, looking absolutely erotic with the shirt still unbuttoned revealing your fully naked flesh within; inadvertently stirring awake a hidden fetish that lay dormant in him for so long...

Vyn's hand is essentially forced to make last minute change of plans.

"Vyn, I'm sorry," you tell him as soon as you notice him looking at you with such an intensity--is he upset that you wore his shirt without asking for permission? "I forgot to bring a change of clothing and only realized it when I was already in the shower."

"Never you mind, my beloved," is all Vyn says, while surreptitiously hiding the gift box containing his erstwhile Valentines gift.

===

You do not fully comprehend why Vyn told you to keep on wearing his work shirt to bed. Said bed, it should be noted, is adorned with scattered rose petals, clearly prepared by Vyn for a special Valentine's Day romp.

He excused himself for a bit to take care of a last minute task, so you are left to your own devices for the meantime.

Stretching languidly, you let yourself lay down on the lightly-rose scented bed lazily tossing and turning and, in one fit of boredom lift your legs up in the air.

It is exactly in this pose that Vyn catches you in when he enters the room. "I am sorry to keep you waiting, bel--ah, damn."

You are not aware of it, but the way your slightly damp hair spills around your hair like an auburn halo surrounded by rose petals, the way his shirt is spread out underneath you like wings, and your legs splayed into the air has turned him on so immensely Vyn suddenly goes weak in the knees--something that was previously thought to be impossible for the man who has never been caught blushing, not even once.

And Vyn cursing out loud--a first as well.

"Hm? Vyn?" You sit up to face him, all too unaware of the delectable sex hair that has formed on your head after all the bored tossing and turning that you did a few minutes earlier; his unbuttoned shirt slipping over one of your bare shoulders, only just revealing a naked breast half-hidden underneath.

All the critical hits dealt directly to Vyn eventually stack up, and he finds himself having to lean against the doorframe to keep himself steady.

(The imagery is so much that for a split second he considers commissioning Marius to transfer this beautiful, almost sacred scene to canvas, but the thought of another man beholding this view repulsed Vyn from the very idea.)

Forget fancy lingerie. He absolutely has to fuck you wearing his uniform.

He licks his suddenly dry lips. "I brought refreshments." Vyn's voice is unsteady as he placed the ice bucket containing a bottle of Romanee-Conti by the bedstand, alongside a small basket of assorted fruit.

You peer at his face, concerned that something may have thrown a wrench in his plans--his expression was so unreadable you could not gauge if something bothered him, or in this case excited Vyn so immensely that it turned on a secret switch inside him.

Vyn notices this, and he reaches out with trembling fingers to touch your lips. "Nothing is amiss, my darling. Do not worry."

"Mm, okay."

From his pockets he produce the necktie that he wears as part of his uniform. "Can you indulge me in some sort of...play?"

This catches your interest; any play that Vyn introduces to your lovemaking has always been a novel experience.

"Nothing so fancy this time, I am afraid," Vyn admits. "I have to come clean--I am extremely aroused at the sight of you wearing my articles of clothing. Specifically, my work uniform."

It is at that moment you thought of throwing a glance at his crotch--sure enough, the tell-tale sign of a bulge straining against the pants fabric is there.

So even Vyn has this sort of fetish, you think, filing it for later reference.

"So," Vyn holds out the strip of wine red silk, "can I have you wear my necktie?"

"I'm afraid I don't know how to tie one," you sheepishly admit. "Can you do it for me?"

"But of course." Vyn settles on the bed and, from behind you reaches around to effortlessly knot the tie around your neck, the silk cloth settling on your bare skin.

Having a flash of inspiration, you clear your throat and, in low voice recite Professor Richter's favorite intro to his course. "Many of you have been influenced by how psychology is portrayed in literature and media..."

You throw a glance at Vyn, checking for his reaction. He remains poker faced, if it weren't for the fact that he is biting hard into his thumb as he watches you pretend being him.

"...something mysterious, almost supernatural," Vyn continues his introduction to psychology spiel. With both hands he reaches under the shirt you are wearing to fondle your breasts; the way his breathing increasingly grow shallow and faster clearly indicate his immense excitement.

"Well, aren't you turned on?" Feeling increasingly mischievous, you snatch away his glasses and slip them on your face.

This earns you a chuckle from Vyn. "Careful, for people with good eyesight you'd find that using graded glasses with hurt your eyes."

Despite that, however, he greatly enjoyed seeing you hijack his pieces of clothing. The crotch of his pants has become increasingly uncomfortable...

"Ow. You're right," you murmur as you try to peer through Vyn's glasses. "It does hurt."

"I did warn you."

"Well, if I close my eyes, the glasses wouldn't hurt me, right?" You proceed to close your eyes, grinning like an idiot who thinks they won an argument against the sun.

"...True."

Seeing you sitting in front of him, however, with closed eyes and being defenseless, Vyn suddenly has an idea.

"Just keep your eyes closed. I trust that you will not open your eyes until I say so," he murmurs, quietly unbuckling his belt and carefully opening the fly of his pants so that he doesn't make a sound.

He manages to free his cock from its restraints.

Then he reaches out towards you to gently tug at his tie that you are wearing. "Do not open your eyes just yet..."

Carefully, gently, he pulls at the necktie to lead your head towards his fully erect length. Once your face is close enough, he commands you to open your eyes.

You gasp at the sight of his cock twitching just a few inches from your face.

Vyn pulls again at the necktie gently. "You should know what to do now," he whispers, his breathing ragged with anticipation.

You smile deviously at him, your eyes enduring the slight pain of peering at him through his glasses--teasing Vyn is worth any pain, after all--and, after you close your eyes once again, your tongue darts tiny licks on that sweet spot where the shaft meets the tip.

You are rewarded with a gasp and a whimper from your lover.

Growing bolder, you take in as much of his length as you can, head bobbing on his lap as you suck and your tongue massaging that sweet spot just underneath the tip.

Vyn looks down at you, at the you wearing his shirt, his glasses, and his necktie that he uses to lead you around to do dirty, delectable things on his person, currently milking his shaft.

The thought and fantasies of how far he can further bring this concept has him almost shooting his full load directly into your throat. He quickly tugs at the necktie again. "Stop--enough..."

You then sit up, lifting Vyn's glasses just enough for you to wipe the involuntary tears caused by his cock hitting the back of your throat. Eventually you feel him push you onto the bed face down, grabbing at your hips to lift your ass higher up.

"Hah...I do apologize, I really did want to do more play," Vyn manages to say in between ragged breaths. "But I just need to fuck you now."

And fuck you he did.

===

Next day, at the Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center.

No one could exactly pinpoint what was different with Dr. Richter that day. There was actually nothing objectively amiss, but there was something off about him that people couldn't quite put a finger on aside from his clothes being just a tiny little bit disheveled.

That is, until a patient currently being treated for sex addiction pointed out that Dr. Richter clearly smelled of sex underneath his cologne.

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He could not see anything.

But it did not mean he felt nothing.

Instead, the rest of his senses heightened to a level he never felt before.

He could feel her touch—on his arms, in his hair and across his stomach.

He could hear her breathing—down his neck and right next to his ears; those soft gasps that she let out sometimes drove him wild.

He could smell her cologne—so strong that for a second he thought she was everywhere around him and not just in front of him, right on his laps.

Her mouth was sponging kisses on every part of him, starting from his forehead, on his blindfolded eyes, chin, neck and up until his toned stomach and he could not help but shivered every time her lips made contact with his skin.

“Shh,” she said as she left one wet kiss on his abs, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He looked up and clenched his jaw tight all the while just thinking of her, her and her. He wanted so badly to see her, to witness her underneath him, hands on his hips and her butt in the air as she lowered her face to the same level as his torso. What would the look on her face be like? Was she blushing as hard as him? Was she as turned on as he was?

And then he felt it—her tongue on him.

It was wet and hot and evoked so many weird feelings in him that he could not help but let out a gasp. “Rosa.”

“I want to taste you, Luke.”

“I-I’m sweaty, Watson. It’s dirty—ah!” He yelped when her tongue flicked over his belly button, his entire body flinched. “Rosa!”

“That’s what you get for talking bad about yourself. Now let me savour you.” She did not let him say anything anymore as she licked each and every one of his abs, making him writhing helplessly under her sinful touch. He slightly bowed when he registered that at one point she was spelling something with her tongue.

R-O-S-A.

Rosa.

He panted, his breathing loud as he knew what she meant by doing so—that he was hers to touch, to kiss and to love. That his entire being belonged to her and her only. He heard a rustle and felt her move until their noses were but hairbreadth apart. “You’re mine. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” was all he replied, too intoxicated in her presence.

Though he was blindfolded, he knew she was smiling at his response with the way she said ‘good’ at his response, it sounded happy and a little bit smug. “So don’t leave me ever again, promise me that.”

He nodded furiously. “I promise. I swear on my name.”

That sealed it. She immediately slammed her lips against his and their mouth worked fervently against each other. He took everything she offered to him and returned ten times more as he melted into the kiss. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough when kissing Luke Pearce. She let go before holding his chin gently. “Open your mouth, Luke.” He did but only a bit, perhaps because of his blocked vision, he was being quite hesitant.

Her smile grew wider as she watched how adorable he looked at that moment.

“I need you to open wider, love. Here, let me.” She tugged on his chin with her thumb and closed the distance between them again, with her tongue then pushed into his mouth, letting it tangle with his own. Her excitement grew bigger whenever she heard him moan against the kiss. Her lust rose especially when he said her name in between the kisses, as if it was all he could think.

As if her name served as some form of chant to him.

Her hand brushed over his cock that was already twitching in eagerness at her touch and she smirked before finally breaking their kiss. There was a thin string of saliva between their mouths that she could not helped but think it look erotic, especially seeing his red face panting at the aftermath of the kiss. She raised her hips, positioning herself right on top of his dick and slowly lowering herself. They both let out a hearty moan—too delirious at the close contact.

Her hands reached behind him, untying the knot on his bound hands and slowly guided them to her sides before feeling his strong hold on her hips. She kissed him again—brief and short and sweet this time—before pulling away but their mouths were so close that when she spoke, their lips brushed against each other.

“Let’s ride until dawn.”

—fin

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Ooooo....I love your work, can I request them all???? If I must...welcome home kisses or we'll face this together kisses? Both are giving me all the Malex feels right now!!

21. "we'll face this together" kisses

Michael sits in his truck, arms propped on the closed tailgate, chin resting on his arms as he looks out to where the sky seems to disappear into the ground at the line of the horizon, the stars shining brightly, with no moon in the sky, obscured in certain areas by dark clouds.

Alex watches him for a long moment, lying down on the mattress, covered in a scratchy blue plaid sheet because he was only in his boxers and didnt feel like getting dressed. Michael had stayed lying down with him, until Alex guessed, he'd thought Alex was asleep.

Only then he had moved from Alex's arms and to the other side of the truck, looking at the sky with a melancholy look on his face.

Alex had turned on his stomach, opening his eyes to look at Michael, and had gone from content to quietly worried.

He doesn’t know much about Michael other than what the rumours say, and what he’s seen with his own eyes around school, but in moments like these, they don’t really talk at all.

Alex wishes they did though, because he wants to know if Michael being all quiet and introspective is a new thing or if that's just how he is when no one is around.

Alex continues watching him for a couple of minutes, wondering if Michael notices that he's watching or if he thinks that Alex is still asleep.

And then Michael sighs, and turns his face, eyes closing, and the look on his face is so heartbreaking, that Alex doesn't even really think about it before he's tugging the sheets around him and getting off the mattress, dropping into the space behind Michael.

He leans his head against Michael's back, wrapping one arm around Michael's waist, but just barely, staying tense and waiting until Michael melts into his hold, slumping forward a little, and settling one of his hands over Alex's on his waist.

Alex presses his cheek to the back of Michael's neck and breathes out.

"I know that I may not understand what you're going through," Alex says softly. "But I am here if you want to talk about it."

Michael just shakes his head, and tightens his fingers around Alex's, overlapping their fingers and holding on tight.

Alex wants to say so many things, starting with, you're not alone, and ending with, I'll always be here.

But he can't say the words, he can't lie. Every day since graduation his father is getting more and more unsubtle. Alex is waiting for the day that he gets home and is given an ultimatum.

Join a branch of the military or suffer the consequences. And Alex is sure that he can handle anything that his father throws his way, but he knows that he won't be able to take it if he switches tactics and hurts Michael again.

Alex stays silent instead, but he can't help but press a kiss to the back of Michael's neck, hidden right beneath the mass of curls, thinking about everything that he's too scared to say.

Michael doesn't say anything, just tightens his fingers even more, like he can tell exactly what Alex is thinking.

Alex presses another kiss to Michael's neck, and Michael shudders, turning his head to the side like he's trying to look at Alex.

"We don't talk much or at all," Alex continues, keeping his face pressed to Michael's back. "But I'm here if you need me. You don't have to go through this alone."

Michael makes a low noise and he moves, making Alex let him go. He leans back on his heels and Michael turns to face him, eyes darting all over Alex's face for a long moment, before he pushes himself up to his knees and settles his right hand against the back of Alex's neck, pulling him in for a messy kiss.

They don't talk about it for over ten years.

Alex sits on the steps that lead down to his backward, his crutch within easy reach, as well as the stair railing, just in case he has to get up quickly, but it's been a few days since they got Kyle and Max back, safe and whole, and if a disaster props up while he's trying to enjoy his coffee in peace and quiet, then it's going to have to wait.

He feels more than hears Michael's presence at the open back door, but he doesn't let on that he knows Michael is there, deciding to give him how much ever time he needs to gather his thoughts.

Last night had been the first time that they'd slept together, only slept together, in the same bed in a long time, and he didn't doubt that Michael needed some time to deal with the vulnerability of the moment. God knows Alex needs more than a few moments.

Alex continues to drink his coffee, and breathing in the fresh morning air, and watching the sky get progressively lighter, and he's almost done with it when Michael finally pushes away from the door and walks the couple of steps to sit down beside Alex.

He's still in the same thing he'd worn to sleep, his boxers, wrapped up in one of Alex's sheets, with his feet stuffed into his boots since he hates walking on the cold tiles right after waking up.

Alex turns towards him, but Michael keeps looking forward, a familiar far away look on his face.

Alex inhales deeply, opening his mouth to speak, but stops himself when Michael turns to face him.

He looks at Alex for a long moment, eyes darting all over his face.

"I'm sorry, Alex," he says, and Alex feels his heart jump to his throat, scared of what on earth Michael could be apologizing for.

"Sorry about what?" Alex asks, hoping the terrified feeling in his chest isn't visible in his voice.

Michael inhales deeply, and then exhales harshly, like the breath is being torn out of his chest, but his eyes are a little bit wild, but he keeps his gaze locked on Alex like he's afraid Alex will disappear if he's not watching him.

"When we first did this," he says, moving a hand to signal between the two of them. "So many bad things happened all at once, and instead of letting you help me, I pushed and pushed until you ran away, because I thought that I didn't deserve to be happy, and you made me feel like all the bad stuff didn't matter as long as I got to keep you."

Alex stares at Michael as certain things fall into place in his head, as though the words that Michael had said were the missing puzzle piece that made everything click for him.

"And you were punishing yourself for what happened with Rosa," Alex says, finishing Michael's train of thought, and feeling relief that Michael wasn't about to tell him that things between them weren't going to work out.

Michael just nods his head down sharply, and looks away, blinking his eyes a few times.

Alex wants to say so many things, mainly that what happened with Rosa wasn't his fault, but instead, he reaches out and places one hand on Michael's face, urging him to turn and look at Alex.

Michael's eyes are wet with tears, and he stares at Alex like he already knows what Alex is going to say.

"Thank you for the apology," he starts, and sees how Michael's eyes go a little bit wide, startled. "But it's not necessary. We were both dumb kids, and more recently we were dumb adults, and our problems were both of our faults, and we decided we weren't going to be dumb and actually talk to each other instead of making assumptions, so I think, that as long as we're honest and keep talking we should be fine."

"Just fine?" Michael teases, a smile spreading across his face, shoulders slumping as he sways into Alex, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"Well, it's still early stages," Alex says as he shrugs unconcerned. "You never know. We haven't even had sex yet."

Michael wraps an arm around Alex's shoulders and settles his left hand on Alex's face, pressing their mouths together in a hard, fast kiss.

"No," Michael says, pulling back enough so that Alex can see his serious face. "We're going to be great. And everything that comes our way, we're going to face it together and come out on top, because we got each other."

Alex smiles and pushes forward, sealing his agreement with a kiss.

#ahhhhhhh!! thank yous!! 🥰🥰#i hope you like this one too!!#malexprompts2021 #malex fic

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magnus bane can cook anon here. also: cooking is a love language for raphael bc food is so rooted in community/family. they absolutely teach each other traditional recipes. big family meals hosted by father and son pls 🥺 or magnus making a comfort meal for himself when he's feeling nostalgic and inviting cat over for dinner bc she's been so busy and he wants to catch up while also making sure she's nourished--two birds, one stone (he absolutely makes her take home leftovers). let magnus cook...

ugh i know this ask is old but i'm not sure what you mean by "magnus bane can cook anon", like, if you sent me another ask about this, i didn't get it rip. unless it's something i have already answered and i don't remember, in that case i'm sorry

anyway, YOU ARE RIGHT! magnus being unable to cook is preposterous tbh, i will not listen to these lies. HE! IS! INDONESIAN! food is important! and as an immigrant in particular he knows that better than anyone because food is a way to keep connected to his roots, to his love, to his culture. i will not accept any "magnus can't cook" slander, he CAN! plus like you see the way he made alec's stew amazing?? yeah yeah he used magic but i doubt there is a "make this delicious" spell, he needed to have known WHAT he would have done to the stew, add this and this and that to alter the taste, so like? he knows how to handle himself in the kitchen okay and he knows what tastes good and what doesn't, he can cook

and he knows exactly how important food is as a love language and YES him and raphael!!!! i don't have to argue that raphael can cook of course, we all know he does, and again! immigrant! LATINO!!!!! food is so fucking important for latines in general, even non-immigrants, and i imagine that it is even more so for immigrants. it's part of your culture, part of who you are. and like! raphael has been unable to eat for so long! i bet he misses it so much and i think when he wants to thank magnus for something, food is the way to go

especially in the early years. he didn't have much he could have done for magnus when he was just a recently Turned vampire kid with nowhere to go and nothing to his name, but he COULD cook for him. and i bet he was ecstactic to. i hc that magnus grows his own ingredients at home because he simply doesn't trust gringo markets to have good food and while he can and will travel to jakarta every now and then to enjoy a good food market - again, it's an intrinsic part of his culture! of course he wants to go to those when he can, it's not just the food, it's the sharing and the experience - he also wants to grow his own food. plus i think he is attached to plants. you've seen the way he talks to snakes, you mean to tell me he doesn't have a bunch of plants he grows (both for potions and foods) and talks with and grooms and is all loving towards? nonsense. absurd. i won't listen to these lies

and YES i am projecting unto him but i don't care! magnus loves his little plant friends (they have been particularly therapeutic for him in the early years after camille i feel, when he was so lonely. of course he has his cats but cats aren't really fans of hanging out all the time and plants are always there and just looking at a plant you helped grow makes you feel so much better) and prunes them with so much love and care, and because of magic he can control the weather conditions so it's always ideal for them, and make sure they are well taken care of. but he likes to do it himself without the need of magic when he can, because it's all about bonding with the plants. and when he gets to literally take the fruits of his labor, well. it makes the food and potions even more special :)

actually i bet that it actually does make a difference for potions, like... when you know the ingredients and they have been grown with love and care and a connection to the warlock they are more powerful. because plants are living, breathing things that build connections, and magic connects all things, and also because i said so!

BACK TO COOKING

i think part of the reason we've never seen him cook tbh is just because it's so... intimate. like it requires opening up about his culture and his past and a part of who he is and how he feels is in a dish (as with every dish) so it's just... way more intimate and intense than just taking someone out to dinner or something. and most of his interactions in the show were with shadowhunters, whom he either doesn't trust for obvious reasons, or does trust (alec and izzy basically, maybe clary) but knows they don't really fully understand what it means to him so there's just too big a chance to feel like he wore his heart on his sleeve for nothing (i'm talking mainly about alec here cuz i don't think he'd cook for izzy or clary lol but i do think they're on his trusted or somewhat trusted list)

and with raphael it's just painful because raphael can't eat and that's a big thing that probably upsets him on the regular, like, it's another thing that makes him feel a- human; and b- connected to his culture. and when i say human i don't mean it as just "humans eat food", i mean it as in eating for humans is about socialization and self-expression and having that taken away from him makes him feel soulless

but that just makes raphael want to cook MORE! i mean we've seen him cooking for rosa('s nursing home) so that's pretty much canon anyway. and i have no doubts in my mind that raphael used to cook for magnus all the time. initially recipes he already knew from his mom and his abuela, because again, it's just... sharing who he is and almost like welcoming magnus as a part of his family, and magnus understands that 100% and probably cries the first time rapha makes him pozole or something (he knows it's rapha's comfort food and he's just had a hard day and he's tired and maybe a bit worn by depression and raphael makes it for him and he's just... so touched and overwhelmed by the immenseness of the gesture). and then magnus starts to tentatively teach him the recipes he remembers for his own mom and again that's just.... ugh the magnitude of that is incalculable. and rapha knows it too

and he's highkey nervous because he knows magnus hasn't really tasted this in so long and he doesn't want to butcher it, you know? and he can't try the food to see if it's good, he can basically only go by smell (which i figure he has perfected over the years but he's known magnus since the early years so that was probably harder by then) but magnus is just happy to have someone to pass this down to, you know? like he's cooked meals for ragnor, dot, cat, elias, etc., before (immortal squad dinner meetups where everyone brings their favorite foods from their childhoods and ragnor makes tea because no one is putting up with that shit <3) but passing the recipes on to someone else is a whole different deal, it speaks of their father-son bond and it's basically welcoming raphael into the family back, you know? and rapha knows

and from then on rapha starts cooking these recipes for magnus, particularly when he's feeling down or just as a thank you for everything he's done for him and aaaaaaaaaaa

and then of course eventually the potion that allows vampires to eat is created and raphael can FINALLY eat again and try all the recipes he's been making for magnus (and sometimes cat) for years!!! after of course the first order of business which is making himself some pozole and everything else he's been cooking for rosa and missing terribly. but AFTER he has his mexican feast they absolutely have one of these meetups again and everyone gives raphael a little something from their culture for him to try and it's just <3 beautiful and i need a moment

AND CAT YES. we all know cat is overworked to death and magnus will NOT put up with it. and food is a love language so you know <3 half the time she will get home and find some little delivery packages from magnus, dot, ragnor, elias, raphael, or all of them (lol) with food because they know sometimes she gets home too tired and skips dinner and she SHOULD NOT. and they all have little notes like "i've sealed it magically so it's still hot, enjoy <3" and it's just sweet okay

and then there are the dinners... not just the super big dinners they all have together where everyone cooks something but sometimes just cat and magnus in magnus' loft and magnus makes her something, including some recipes she's taught him, and he absolutely makes extra and he's not even subtle about it because when is he ever ("*presenting cat a industrial-sized pan filled with food* oh, guess i miscalculated how much we'd eat" "really, magnus?" "yes") and makes her take the leftovers and she's just grinning at him the whole time and gives him a little kiss on the cheek for his troubles. then they sit down and drink wine and gossip and have fun until the tension has left both of their shoulders and they feel recharged. and cat might sleep there or might go back home the same day but either way when they have to part they trade "take care"s and catarina has this huge smile on her face as she takes thousands of conteiners filled with food, and magnus has that soft smile that he gives her, and aa <3

#sh #shadowhunters #magnus bane #raphael santiago #catarina loss #brotp: i'll do whatever it takes to protect them #brotp: comfortable shoes #immortal squad #ask #anonymous #q #long post

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