#she doesn’t quite believe him and keeps trying to bring him food
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first, i am in absolute love with all ur posts and works—second, could you do headcannons of the bachelors when they get jealous?? could be smutty or sweet literally anything u give is amazing
!! how the bachelors act when they’re jealous
contains ; sfw! established relationships! farmer is noted to be outgoing / social. mostly fluff, but not intended to be fluff. majority of these take place in the city.
note ; i do love man that can get a little jealous. anon i love u ur gassing me up🤭
harvey.
- overthinker ™️
- he’s his own devil on his shoulder.
- no matter what, he’s secure in his relationship. he knows you love him, and he knows you’d never even think about cheating on him.
- he literally remembers every single compliment you give him. he’ll just randomly think of when you told him his mustache looked especially neat one day like months ago, and smile.
- but there’s always that little shadow of doubt that appears every now and then.
- it more commonly happens after you’ve had an argument of some sort.
- he’s not insecure in your very committed relationship by any means, i’m not saying that any little argument he’ll just believe you don’t love him anymore & want to be with someone else.
- i’m just saying there’s always that thought that crosses his mind, and manifests quicker then he can push it away.
- i feel like one of his worst habits is that he needs to be reassured quite often.
- doesn’t have to be major, just an “i love you” will suffice.
- so if you don’t clear the air right away, he accidentally gives himself time to 🥁🥁🥁overthink!
- “i need to finish working, we’ll talk about this later.”and you close the door before you have time to resolve it—it leaves those few hours to be a living hell for him.
- the jealousy doesn’t creep in unless he actually sees it, or hears about it.
- he’s too mature for that.
- his mind doesn’t automatically go to, “she’s cheating on me!” when you talk about another guy or whatever.
- it’s more or less if he hears about him a little too much, or sees the two of you alone together.
- but knowing him he’ll never bring it up.
- he’ll bottle it inside if he feels it’s not worth it.
- or unless he’s given an opportunity 😊
- you’re laughing, wrapping up your day as usual, just talking to each other, “oh, and he made the funniest joke the other day—“
- “he is funny. i didn’t realize you two were friends,” he laughs stiffly, keeping his eyes on the plate of food in front of him.
- “yeah, well, he needed advice on a couple plants he has in his shack, so i helped him out a bit.” you smile innocently, because it really was innocent.
- he pauses mid chew, shooting you a glance.
- “i see…you’ve been in his house?” he clears his throat a little.
- you just blink at him for a second, before you have to purse a smile. “only a couple times. haven’t you?”
- “…yeah. i guess so.”
- u could practically see the thoughts in his mind. he really does go to the worst case scenario.
- you giggle, gently kicking his shoe under the table and leaning in to hold his hand. “aw, don’t do that. you know you’re the only one for me.”
- now he’s able to look at you, even smile. because really that’s how easy it is to clear the air for him.
- well, he might need a kiss or two.
sam.
- ignorance is bliss for this man.
- the longer you two have been together, the more and more oblivious he gets to affection from others.
- especially when u live in a town as small as this one😭😭
- if you two went out of town or something, let’s say for one of his concerts—he literally wouldn’t think the girl that’s flirting so hard with him was even flirting with him. he’d just think she was a rly big fan LMFAO
- which has been the cause of a couple arguments between you two dare i say, but he means well.
- he’s the most secure out of all of them i think.
- when you’re in town, his mind just kinda goes to ‘everyone knows we’re in love so they wouldn’t even try.’
- and he knows you wouldn’t either. it’s not even something he has worried about before.
- he really doesn’t get jealous i think. it’s so unbelievably rare it’d get to the point where he’s actually upset about it.
- he’ll doesn’t think twice when he leaves you and sebastian alone together.
- i think it’s really sweet how much he believes in the two of you.
- i feel like the only reason he’d ever get jealous, is because he finds you’re spending more time with someone else besides him.
- not even a another guy, just a person😭
- like let’s say you’ve just been around vincent a lot, especially since he’s grown so much of a liking to you.
- so every time you come over to see sam, you end up spending time with his little brother instead.
- not even intentionally, it’s just cute to see how excited he gets to see you, and you like hearing the things he has to say,
- “and penny’s teaching us cursive! cool, right?” he grins, showing his handwriting that definitely isn’t intelligible but you still smile and congratulate him instead.
- so you just end up preoccupied with vincent more then you even realize.
- because of this, you entirely miss the way sam’s all uncharacteristically quiet beside you, just watching his little brother take up your time together.
- although he loves to see how close you are with his family, he’s still pouting.
- it isn’t until vincent has to leave for school, or something other, when he’s finally able to get your attention.
- “so you finally have time for me, i see.” he hums, pettiness dripping from his tongue, arms crossed.
- you furrow your brows, mimicking his stance. “i’m sorry?”
- sam isn’t the type to pick a fight out of nowhere. i feel like, for him to actually get angry or upset at something, it’s have to be serious.
- and this just wasn’t serious enough for him to encourage a bad mood, so he merely gives you a side-eyed glance before he unfolds his arms.
- “you know…you’ve just…been a little busy…’tis all…” he looks down at his shirt like he’s all embarrassed.
- “please, are you upset that i was spending time with your brother?”
- “…well not anymore…”
- he can get over it fast. promise you, within minutes he’s all over you, kissing and hugging you like nothing even happened.
shane.
- 😭😭
- similar to harvey in the sense that, he needs to be reassured a lot. (bold and italicized)
- tell him, kiss him, hug him, whatever it is. multiple times a day.
- he trusts you, but he doesn’t trust very many else.
- he knows the other bachelors let out a literal sigh on ur wedding day. he knows they all want u🤷♀️
- which, for the most part, makes him feel soooo cocky. he likes knowing the woman everyone wants fell in love with him of all people.
- during festivals, and gatherings at the saloon, he pretty much likes to stay attached at the hip.
- wraps his arm around you, resting at your waist while you’re both having two separate conversations (more like you’re talking and he’s just beside you).
- he gets a little clingy around the guys that he knows are into you.
- he’s gotta show them what they don’t have🤷♀️
- it’s kinda funny cus he’s not being subtle at all, and instead of outright bringing it up in front of other people, you’ll give him a slow glance, and he’s just smirking.
- that’s only because you’ve totally brought it up before in private.
- “you know we’re married, right?” you snort, going to tug on the pendant around his neck.
- “hey, that doesn’t stop some guys.”
- “well it stops me. i fell in love with you, not them.”
- he grins when he hears that. “s’true. but you’ve gotta see the way they look at you—“
- “and let them look. doesn’t mean they’ll get anything out of it.”
- he has to admit, he does kinda like knowing they can look but can’t touch—and he gets to do both.
- when he gets jealous, it’s all because someone is spending a little too much time talking to you.
- he’s a tad fragile.
- when he sees one of the guys talking with you, he’ll glance over a couple times, making sure the body language stays casual n stuff.
- last thing he’d want (for you) is to cause a scene.
- but if he were to look over, and you were still talking with the same guy for a while, that’s when he’d start to frown.
- what makes alex so interesting? what’s he got to talk about that’s better then shane?
- he is soooo fucking petty. to the guy that was hitting on you, and you.
- “miss your boyfriend?” after you’ve left and are you’re walking home.
- your expression turns to disgust. “what?”
- “oh i dunno…just, you and alex seemed to have a lot to talk about.”
- “don’t start.”
- “you’re being awfully dismissive—“
- those are the fights you have.
- immature😭😭
- if the argument gets heated, you’ll both probably limit each other to the silent treatment 💀💀
- no matter how stubborn he is, though, he hates not being able to joke with you more.
- eventually he’ll find it unbearable, and he’ll come up to you with a look only he gives you.
- eyes soft, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and resting his chin. “i’m sorry baby, i know i can get pretty jealous. i’ll work on it, okay?”
- he knows you’ve forgiven him when you turn to look him in the eyes, smiling at his affections. “good. you don’t have any reason to be, i promise.”
- and he’s suddenly the luckiest man in the world when you cup your hand around his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss he’ll never fail to melt into.
sebastian.
- he gets jealous. lol.
- it’s definitely his worst trait, because yes he trusts you, but he still might think you’re doing the wrong.
- you’re way more social then him, that’s a fact.
- you talk to people every day that he hasn’t even spoken with in months. he’s always just a little on edge.
- that cloud of doubt always tells him you can do better, he doesn’t deserve you. but you’re good at reassuring him, so it makes it easier.
- not to say his jealousy doesn’t get a little annoying.
- at the start of your relationship, it probably made u roll ur eyes a little lmfao
- ur casually talking to sam, literally just listening to whatever he’s rambling about, and sebastian’s nearby with a frown on his face.
- “what were you guys talking about? should i be worried?” he crosses his arms when you walk towards him.
- as if sam would even think to do that to his best friend.
- honestly, the best way to get him to realize it would be to lay it on thick.
- “stop it, your overthinking is exhausting the both of us. you need to get better with that, or this won’t work out.”
- he might be a little upset at your bluntness, but pretty soon he’ll come around. you have a point, and he realizes that.
- so afterwards he’ll tone it down.
- he still has moments where he gets a little tense if you’re giving guys gifts, or talking to them for a while during festivals and things—but he knows it’s just your personality.
- you’re not even flirting, and if they would, you knew to shut it down.
- once he got better at controlling it, you guys thrived. cus really, that’s the only thing you guys would argue about.
- i don’t think he likes pda.
- like, at all.
- but you guys have a little routine when you’re in public to reassure him.
- if he’s standing next to you, not mingling because his social battery is out, & he doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation you’re having,
- it’s with a guy, but he’s been with you long enough to not get upset over the little things,
- you’ll just reach out, and give his hand a little squeeze to reassure him you’re still with him (if that makes sense.)
- like, yes you’re focused on the conversation you’re having, but you’re still thinking about him in the back of your mind, so you want to silently show that everything’s fine.
- after years of dating, and when ur married, his thoughts of jealousy pretty much go away.
- despite you being the only person he spends time with on a daily basis, he trusts you at this point. he should’ve from the very beginning, and he definitely feels guilty about it every once in a while.
- but now he understands you don’t give him any reason to feel jealous.
- just talking to someone doesn’t mean you’re intending to cheat on ur partner.
- he’s a bit stubborn, although i think it’s sweet to think he’s given you a heartfelt apology about it.
- “i’m sorry for not trusting you. i know you love me, and i love you too.” with a little kiss on the cheek.
alex.
- he doesn’t really get jealous.
-…if anything, i feel like it’d be the other way around.
- his ego is skyrocketed😭😭 he thinks very highly of himself, and yes that’s a good thing, but omfg can it be so annoying.
- don’t get me wrong, he thinks very highly of you as well. sometimes he thinks you’re too good for him, honestly.
- but when you’re both out together, he kinda loves when he looks over to see some guy trying to talk you up.
- he’s not insecure in the slightest. he’d be devastated if you did cheat, but with his ego he just kinda thinks it’d be your loss LMFAO.
- what makes it even better is when you have a little scowl on your face, leaning away and dismissing the stranger to go find him.
- don’t get me wrong tho, he’ll always step in if he sees someone overstepping boundaries.
- anyways, when it comes to whenever you guys are together in town, he’s touchy.
- he does not fear pda😭😭
- he’ll be all up on you if you’d let him. he loves letting everyone know you’re in a relationship.
- so he’s not even given any opportunity to get jealous.
- i’m serious. if you guys go out somewhere together, for example a gridball game he invited you to, he’s not leaving your side in general.
- but while you’re still trying to find your seats, you end up sitting next to a guy that’s clearly checking you out.
- “is this seat taken?” you ask, purely out of politeness before sitting down, and it’s obvious that this stranger is excited you’re sitting next to him.
- and if alex sees the small smirk on his face, he’s instantly swinging his arm around you, speaking loud enough to turn a couple heads, “these are great seats babe! we can see everything!” and pressing a kiss to your temple.
- throughout the rest of the game, the stranger keeps finding chances to say a few things to you, all of which has alex involving himself in your conversations.
- trust me, he’s making a grand show of how you’re not single.
- leaving his arm around your shoulders the entire time, kissing you and your cheek.
- and after the team scores, he’s pulling you close after cheering, speaking loud enough for the guy to hear, “you’re their good luck charm, baby!”
- he’s full of one liners like that the entire night, each of which make you roll your eyes.
- “i know what you’re doing,” you tease, despite not doing / saying anything to stop him cus…honestly it’s so attractive how much he’ll fight for you.
- he just smirks, tossing a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth, “oh, you love it.”
- and that you do.
elliott.
- he’s also not the type to get jealous.
- or well, he doesn’t let it get to his head.
- his communication is too perfect.
- he’s not fragile enough to pout if you’re just talking to another guy. i think what he likes most about you is how welcoming you are.
- you’ll talk to anyone and everyone, and he definitely admires that about you.
- which is why i don’t think he’d think twice if he saw you talking with one of the other bachelors. you’re just striking conversation, getting to know everyone a little more.
- even then, you always tell him about it when you’re recapping your day.
- “oh, and then i dropped off one of the items shane requested today, got a nice chunk of change for that—“
- there’s nothing he needs to be jealous about. you’ve made it clear, and so has he.
- now being protective…that’s another story.
- he’s the perfect amount of protective.
- in general, he doesn’t look very intimidating. but he tries his best to make you feel secure if you’re out in public, and a guy keeps hitting on you.
- he knows you can handle yourself…i mean, ur the one who carries around a sword the majority of the time lmfao.
- but if it ever gets to the point where you’ve repeatedly shown disinterest, yet the guy won’t let up, he can step in.
- he’s so casual about it, swooping in by your side, sliding his arm around your waist.
- “you ready to go, honey? i called us a cab,” and he won’t even address the guy at all.
- “hey, we were in the middle of a conversation?”
- then he turns to him, gives him a bored once-over, before shrugging, “i don’t really think she wanted to talk to you, anyways.”
- whether the guy wants to press further is his own problem, because he’s hardly paying attention to what he’s trying to say.
- once you’re out of earshot and he’s finally let you go, he tugs you closer.
- “i’m glad you’re okay. sorry he wouldn’t leave you alone.”
- he’s so sweet you can’t help but smile, “don’t worry about it. thank you.” and he’s kissing your cheek, before actually hailing a cab.
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bad idea right? - raphael x f!tav (part three)
you set foot into raphael's kingdom without a chaperone to retrieve the hammer he's promised you.
author's note: read part one/two. sorry for taking so long with the next installment. 4.2k words! there's lots in here. haarlep makes an appearance (of course). cunnilingus, face sitting, blowjob, rough sex, overstimulation. ao3 link.
You only caught a glimpse of the House of Hope when Raphael whisked you away during your first meeting but now you’ve nearly been through it top bottom. Yes, he told you to come here and go straight to the boudoir to retrieve the Orphic Hammer but were you really going to give up the opportunity to go through all his stuff? Of course not.
His house floats in the desolate hellscape of Avernus, yet he has no allegiance to Zariel as far as you’re aware. It’s moody and dramatic, two key adjectives for Raphael himself. The archive is overflowing with infernal knowledge, bookshelves from floor to ceiling and his prized possessions on display as if it’s a museum. The dining room is just as grand as you remembered it but with a hint of unease due to the rotting food. He knew he was having company - shouldn’t he have at least cleaned up? You attention is pulled from statues of devils to portraits of himself to the grapes and wine and hookahs seemingly strategically left throughout the house. You fine yourself drawn to the many balconies that oversees the green souls keeping the house afloat. You wonder what would happen if you fell. Will your soul be dammed? Will your bones turn to ash? Will you shed your human body and be stripped down to the delicious soul you are?
You may have learned more about Raphael in the last half hour than all of your other meetings combined. Much to your companions ire, you’ve stopped to speak to every single debtor. They’re broken. Broken souls worn down to the very essence of their being, cursed to toil away in eternity in Raphael’s House of Hope. Something about it… tickles you. He’s been nothing more than “helpful” since you’ve met him, sure the threats have always been there, but seeing what he is actually capable of with your own two eyes makes you remember what he is. A devil. A cambion, specifically. He could turn you inside out with the snap of his finger. But he doesn’t. He’s touched you instead, slithered his way between your legs just as the tadpole has wormed into your brain. Does he see you as a formidable ally? Or another plaything to break down? You wonder if Raphael has already started on you — if this is apart of your deal, scribbled in infernal (a language you can’t read) on your contract.
The thought makes you shiver. It makes you want him all over again. Even if he hasn’t started trying to wear you down… you hope he’ll try.
Speaking of Hope. You didn’t know what to expect when he gave you the order to steer clear but it certainly wasn’t a dwarven cleric being held captive in his basement. She accosted you the moment you set foot into her home, begging you to help her. You smiled and told her you would, the hero that you are. It was a lie, of course. She is desperate and broken but she still clings to her namesake. You can understand why Raphael would keep her — she rebukes his every advance and won’t give up her optimism. She believes she can be saved, and maybe she’s right but your hands are tied. Still, the thought of him having her here to continue to torture when he could be focusing that energy on you. You decide to at least bring it up to him the next time you see him, which has yet to be “scheduled”. Part of you wants him to be waiting for you in the boudoir, hammer and a glass of wine in hand.
“For all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place I really feel quite at home.” Astarion chirps, tearing you away from your thoughts in an effort to get you back to the task at hand. He’s far more understanding than the others and at this point you’re not sure what you would do without him. You offer him a small smile and start to lead your merry group of companions to the boudoir. A crowd, certainly. But this should be easy — pop in, take the hammer which is the salvation for all of Faerūn and then have a pint at Elfsong (and maybe a visit from a certain devil later that evening).
The boudoir is expansive and you can see why it is held in such high esteem by the debtors. There’s a large, steaming bath surrounded by more grapes and wine. You fight off the urge to dip a toe in. There are several desks with journals, quills, books all stacked on top and large canvas paintings of hellish scenes and dark portraits. If these walls could talk…
You see sparks out of the corner of your eye, your head twisting to see an empty space where you companions once stood behind you. A trap. This is a trap. Your chest tightens and you swear to yourself, you should have known something wasn’t right. Anger boils within you and a readiness rises to swing your blade at the next living, breathing thing that comes into your eye line. You keep your hand firm on the handle of your sword and move deeper into the spacious room. Are you a fool to have fallen for Raphael’s trickery? Or is he really that good? Even in the face of potential betrayal,
“Raphael?!” You are bewildered, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed. The devil gives a delighted laugh as he slinks to his knees, his wings stretching out behind him. You blink a few times, overwhelmed just by the sight of him — displayed in all his glory in a leather harness, even though you are sure this is some sort of trick. The second he opened his mouth, you knew. You suck in a deep breath, steeling yourself to focus.
“No, no, love… has he not told you about me?” Haarlep bares his fangs in a sinister smile, creeping closer to you at the edge of the bed. His tail slithers back and forth behind him, dangerous yet playful. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off — “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, mouse.” Warmth blossoms in your chest. He talks about you? Haarlep swings his legs over the edge of the bed and lifts himself to his feet, his body becoming the only thing you could possibly focus on. He lingers in front of you and eyes you as if you are a delicious meal, his tongue wetting his lips and a low hum rumbling from his chest. “A pretty little toy, aren’t you?”
“I… no, he hasn’t told me about you.” Confusion. Utter confusion. And, is it… is it hot in here? You’re sweating — you can feel it on your brow. “I’m here for the hammer.” Back to business. “We made a deal and he said it would be here.” Your voice strains, a mix of frustration and being so completely lost in the situation.
“A shame.” Haarlep purrs and leans in closer, leering over you with a sharp smile. “I am not too surprised though — how does one bring up having their own personal incubus who takes their form in casual conversation?” A claw runs along your jaw, the tip of his nail giving you goosebumps. From your adventure in Raphael’s house, it was easy to come to the conclusion that he has a plethora of kinks but this — this is something else. “You’re here for the hammer, that is correct, my dear, but you are also here to play.” His tail starts to slink up your leg and warmth starts to pool in your core.
“B-but Raphael —”
“You have his permission, mouse. And, fun fact about me using Raphael’s likeness — he’ll be able to feel everything we do. He’s expecting it, in fact, and I’m sure he’s looking forward to it.” Haarlep’s claw closes around your chin and forces you to gaze into his familiar burning eyes. Black holes. You feel their pull. “Perhaps he is conducting business right now — could you imagine? Him trying to make a deal while being able to taste you on his lips?” A jolt of arousal rushes through you, bringing a blush to your cheeks. Haarlep’s lips twitch into a devilish grin as you fall right into his grasp. The image he’s painted for you is beyond tempting; having Raphael be helpless to your touch while he’s off doing his devilish duties, desperate to conceal his erection. And, well, you have his permission, don’t you?
Haarlep lets go of your chin and swishes by you, his warm bicep brushing your shoulder and his tail flicking against your ankle. Your eyes trail after him, catching a glimpse of his toned back and his wing joints, veins bulging from the taut skin. You wonder if Raphael’s looks the same. It dawns on you that you haven’t seen much of his skin, in fact, you haven’t even seen his cock yet despite him spilling his seed inside you. You swallow thickly and take a step back, the backs of your knees hitting the foot of the bed.
“Cat got your tongue, mouse?” Haarlep moves in closer to you, the heat radiating off his body making your chest flush.
“No.” You answer sharply before slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your palms and spreading your legs wide. His eyes rake over your figure, tilting his head to get a better look at you. You say nothing but Haarlep understands and sinks to his knees in front of you with his head settling at eye level. A hand rests on his chest, coarse hairs underneath your fingertips as you start to wander lower. Haarlep’s arms curl around your back, the tip of his nose just about touching yours as his body makes your legs spread even more. The heat between you is palpable and only continues to grow while you start to stroke at the ridges along his hips. It’s unusual for Haarlep to get this sort of attention, from both guests of the House and Raphael himself.
“You do not deserve to call such a man ‘Master’.” He can’t help it, locking eyes with yours. His words sting but the feeling is quickly washed away by his tongue slipping into your mouth. The breath leaves your lungs, sinking into the hellfire that is Haarlep. Nothing matters but how he tastes you in a deep kiss, his claws pricking at delicate skin beneath your sleeves. You top is gone in a matter of seconds and whether your helped him take it off of you or it disappeared with magic is beyond your at this point. All you want to do is feel. He breaks the kiss and brushes his lips along your jaw, his teeth nipping right where it meets your earlobe. You pull him closer by his harness until he is flush against you. Haarlep trails kisses further down your neck and your collarbone, sucking and biting enough to draw gasps and hums from you. He gently guides you to lay down on your back, his entire body enveloping you until he starts to move his mouth lower and lower.
Each kiss is like an explosion of sensations along your skin, buzzing and burning yet feeling so deliciously blissed out. You’re melting into the mattress, melting into him, each touch of his taking more and more of you. He leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake, his mouth then closing around your nipple. His tongue flutters around your hardened peak, making you tip your head back as you give a breathy moan. His hands are somehow everywhere all at once; Fingers feather through his hair and then settle at the base of his horns while he continues his descent. You feel him mouth around your navel with light scrapes of his teeth, his hands slinking down to tug at your pants. He takes his time, pulling them down inch by inch, lavishing kisses across your hip bones. You wriggle out of your pants, growing impatient but not wanting to order him.
Haarlep tongue lazily traces your clit and a ragged gasp escapes your lips, a jolt of pleasure rocketing through you. He laps at your slick folds, groaning at the taste of you and presses his face into you, his nose settling just at your clit. Your grip on his hair tightens and you can’t stop yourself from giving it a sharp tug as you squirm and huff. His claws curl around your thighs, the tips of them digging into the tender flesh of your inner thighs. You’re seeing stars, his tongue pressing into you so deeply while he grunts and laps at your juices. Your back arches off the mattress, your mouth hanging open and spilling hoarse moans. It’s devastatingly sensuous, your temperature rising to a comfortable simmer as your mind starts to clear. This could be forever, couldn’t it? You could stay here with Haarlep’s head between your thighs, devouring you until nothing else matters.
Your hands close around two of his horns and your hips start to roll, tugging him with each of your fluid movements. He growls into your cunt, making your thigh and core muscles tense, a deep groan falling from your lips. You’re so far gone yet so close to the edge, his tongue laving at your core as his claws dig even dipper into your thighs. The fire in your abdomen is raging, overwhelming you almost to the point of no return with soft moans turning to deep whines. You hear a rumbling groan, one too deep to be Haarlep’s, just as your dam bursts. Your eyes flutter open and you see him — Raphael — in cambion form with his navy blue doublet and a smug expression on his face. A broken sob heaves from your chest, Haarlep savoring the taste of your cum.
“Enjoying the amenities, are we?” Oh, he sounds so pleased with himself. If you had any energy you would mouth off but all you’re able to muster is a dramatic eye roll. Raphael slinks out of view, the bed dipping behind your from his weight. He had planned for this, the bastard. Your mouth is still slack and your heart is still pounding, trying to come down from an impossible high when Haarlep grips you by the hips and flips you over, your chin nearly landing in Raphael’s lap. He grabs you, his claw nearly clasped around your entire head and lifts you so that you’re looking up at him, though he makes sure you’re able to get a nice view of how hard he is through his trousers. “You taste sweet, little mouse. It’s only fair that you taste me after how wound up you’ve got me. Allow me to assist in getting you started.” His voice is dangerously low, glee in his fiery eyes as he unlaces his trousers, freeing his leaking cock**.**
It renders you speechless, larger than any cock you’ve seen before and it’s ribbed, a pearl of pre-cum already collecting at the top. Your jaw drops and Raphael takes this as an opportunity, forcing your mouth around him and guides you down his length. You groan as soon as you taste him, his cock heavy on your tongue as you run it along the underside, feeling every bulging vein. He’s so large that you drool and gag once he hits the back of your throat, swallowing and trying to breath comfortably. Haarlep is lurking behind you but you’re too focused at the task at hand to notice — until it’s too late. He positions his head between your legs, this time underneath you, his horns flush with your stomach, hands digging into your ass as his tongue savors your folds.
A moan of surprise rumbles up your throat and your head wrenches backward. Raphael’s grip on your head tightens and forces you back down his length with a violent tug. You’re eyes are watering and you struggle to breathe with his pulsing cock shoved down your throat while Haarlep toys with your clit, pinching it between his fangs and flicking his pointed tongue. Raphael bucks his hips into your mouth, fucking your face as he growls with need. You whimper around him, your vision blurring further from the tears in your eyes and the building tension in your core. You feel helpless, used. It’s the first time with Raphael you’ve felt you didn’t have the upper hand, or at least a cool head. The devils have reduced you to a mewling mess, a toy for them to play with. You mindlessly grind you hips against Haarlep’s face and he groans into you, his nose pressing firmly into your clit. A choked sob falls from your lips, your fingers digging into the sheets and your skin buzzing.
“Your lips are so pretty around my cock, mouse.” Raphael croons and tilts your head up so he can see you. Your cheeks are flushed and streaked in tears, your lips swollen and eyes half-lidded. He would paint you if he wasn’t so preoccupied by that mouth of yours. Hmm, perhaps he could paint your face. His claws dig into the sides of your head as he pulls you off of his cock, his other hand giving himself a few strong pumps before spilling his seed on your face. You’re panting, gasping for air as you sink forward, your cheek landing on the soft sheets. Raphael lifts himself off the bed but you’re too tired to lift your head to watch him, instead focusing on steadying your breath.
“You’ve had your fill.” He sneers and pulls Haarlep out from underneath you who gives a frustrated snarl. There’s some bickering but you’re too overstimulated to listen. After a moment Raphael’s claws settle on your waist with a low hum. He says nothing as he drags his cock along your dripping folds and you give a sharp whine, scrambling to adjust yourself. Your hips press back into him, sinking himself deep inside you with a calculated thrust. Primal lust explodes and courses through your body as you give a broken sob, your legs trembling and your core tensing while you ease his size. One large claw rests on the side of your head, nearly covering your eyes with his long fingers, and he clamps down on you, your face smushed against the mattress. His hips buck wildly against your ass, his pace brutal and punishing but you are basking in it, pushing back into each of his thrusts.
You feel his devilish strength, each roll of his hips sending you forward, your face buried in the covers as you cry and whine in twisted pleasure. Raphael has you laid bare. You’re nothing but a hole to him right now, a means to get him off just as he uses Haarlep. But there’s something about it that sends shivers down your spine: the possessiveness of it all. His claw is splayed out over your head, his other one digging harshly into your hip, slicing your flesh and making you bleed. The only thing on his mind is having you, having you in his true form, exerting his strength over you until you’re a quivering mess. He wants to fill you. Raphael hikes your ass up even higher and fucks into you, the new angle making your toes curl. You moan his name and he gives a pleased purr, driving into you quicker and harder.
You body feels as though it splits apart, overcome with your white hot climax. He rest his entire body weight on you now, crushing you beneath him as he buries himself deep inside you, over and over. His hot breath fills your ear, sharp and strained. You’re shivering, tears staining the sheets. Raphael utters one last hiss, teeth grazing your ear as he spills himself inside you, his hips slowing with each pulse of his cock. He’s on top of you until he’s spent, his nose nuzzling into your hair.
You can’t feel your limbs. Your body is trembling, your voice hoarse in your throat as you manage a weak protest. Raphael has you on your back in the blink of an eye, his tail slithering up your hips while he slots himself between your legs, using his knees to spread them further. His board is hard against yours, his clothes having disappeared. Your breath catches in his throat at the pressure of the top of his hard cock against your entrance. Surely you couldn’t take any more of this? You feel like you are about to melt away physically and mentally, your body limp and your brain fogged from the intense overstimulation. Raphael’s massive claws close around both your wrists, pinning them to the bed as his forearms cage you beneath him. The edge in his fiery eyes has softened and his nose drifts along your cheek, taking a deep inhale of your scent.
“A delicate little thing, aren’t you, sweetling?” He growls into your ear, his mouth hot and his sharp teeth pricking your skin. You open your mouth to answer but Raphael shifts his hips forward, the head of his ridged cock easily slipping inside you, the words getting caught in your throat. He hums against your ear and then drags his sharp tongue down the side of your neck. Your eyes roll back, squeezing them shut as he gives a languid thrust and pushes in to the hilt, a loud gasp forcing its way up your throat. Arms slip around his broad shoulders, body arching into his and you feel yourself start to disappear. Raphael lifts his head and hovers his mouth above yours. A groan vibrates up his chest to his throat, his lips parted as he continues at a lazy pace. He can’t get enough of your reactions, your cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink, your lips swollen from how he fucked your face earlier and those sweet, breathless sounds that are spilling from them.
This is a stark contrast from how he had just taken you, his hips circling in slow, sensual movements that has your core twisting in arousal despite your exhaustion. His own deep moans send current after current through you, reigniting your passion and need for him. You bring your hips up to meet his with each thrust and he bares his teeth as your writhing grows more fluid. Raphael releases your wrists so that he can drag one of his sharp claws down your collarbone and along your side, leaving scratch marks. You move your hand to his hair and you realize this is the first time he’s been comfortably within grasp. Self control out the window, you touch his pointed and then bravely run your fingertips over his horns. Despite looking rugged and razor-sharp they’re smooth beneath your fingers. You wrap your hand around one of them and give it a gentle tug.
“Mouse.” The word is strained, sounding like a warning or potentially a challenge. You take the gamble and pull on his horn again. Raphael shudders, an uncontrolled moan spilling from his lips. His mouth drops open, lips curled into a blissful smile. You hum in response, feeling a deep flush in your chest from his reaction. His eyes sharpen as the feeling passes, slowing his thrusts and silence falling between you. Your breath catches in your throat, tension in your chest, your mind hurdling a million miles an hour suddenly because you feel like you’re in trouble. Raphael slowly moves his claw to curl underneath your chin, eyes locking with his. He groans, his entire body rumbling against you and leans in, capturing your lips. It’s shockingly gentle, passionate that only increases with his need to consume you. His hips jerk, tail wrapping tightly around your leg only to peel you further apart as he picks up his thrusts again. Your tongue runs along his sharp fangs and he purrs into your mouth, biting down on your tongue and lip playfully.
You’re all too aware of the way he throbs inside you, his ridges massaging your walls in a way that makes you see stars. Raphael’s growling grows deeper, vibrating through him as his pace starts to grow ragged, frantic and out of time. He gives a strangled hiss into your mouth, his body shuddering while he empties himself inside you. You’re already so full that it seeps down the insides of your thighs. Raphael breaks the kiss and presses his nose to your flushed cheek, catching his breath.
“I won’t stop. Not ever. Not until I own you completely.” A hot whisper of the clearest words he’s ever spoken to you. You sink further into the mattress, melting away as he rises over you, his red wings ruffling behind him. His obsession with you is written all over his face, his eyes taking in every part of your exhausted body, plotting more ways to keep you in his bed. He cracks his neck and his expression hardens in an effort to get back to the business at hand, though you feel one of his hands stroke at your arm.
“Rest now, mouse.”
Comfortable darkness envelopes you.
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Penny, Arven and Nemona cuddling HC please some fluff to cheer everyone up with the trio 🙏
Arven, Nemona & Penny (separate) general cuddling HCs [GN!Reader]
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I full heartedly believe that our big sandwich boy is touchstarved. There’s no way that, with the trauma Arven has, that he’s normal about physical touch. But don’t worry! It’s not hard to start a cuddle sesh with him
This boy is warm, a walking furnace if you will. He also smells like sandwiches but also kinda like a dog because if Mabostiff but who doesn’t like the big dog?
When Arven and you cuddle, this boy has the strength of an Ursaring he is not letting go. It’s like being covered in a weighted blanket: super comforting
Honestly, he would probably just stay silent while you cuddle. He doesn’t really know what to say unless you start a conversation and he just likes the comforting silence between you two
He’s more than open to cuddling with you whenever you want to, he’s just gonna have a hard time initiating it himself so it’s up to you to read his body language
If you have a bad day and just wanna relax with him, he’ll happily cuddle you if you want and will even let Mabostiff out for extra support! You can even let your own out if you want! Just let him take care of you
As stated before, Arven is a touchstarved lad and will have trouble initiating cuddles but that doesn’t mean he hates them! Just tell him when you want to and he’ll comply! One day he’ll get better at telling you when he wants to cuddle…
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Nemona is a very hyperactive and energetic girl so I feel like it’d be hard to keep her still for too long. What can I say, she likes to fidget but she’ll try her best to cuddle with you for however long you want
I feel like she’d also be pretty warm. Not like furnace warm but like blanket warm, not too hot and not too cold. She also probably smells like a summer’s day or a flower bouquet
Probably just as strong as Arven when it comes to cuddle grip. When you start, she has no intention of letting go. She likes to fidget with your clothes or you hair, helps her keep still and focus on you
She’s good as a comforting presence but definitely isn’t good with her words and often misses or misunderstands emotional beats. I mean, just look at the game that’s all the proof I need
It’s not her first thought to initiate cuddles since she’s always on the move or thinking about her next Pokémon battle so she may as well forget that she can just ask for cuddles
On that, she’s more than happy to cuddle with you when you have a bad day. She’ll offer some activities or fresh air or even simply some food if you want. If not, she’ll just stay with you while playing with your long/short hair
Even though Nemona has a hard time staying still or asking, she actually likes cuddling with you! It brings a sort of comfort to her that she doesn’t experience often…
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It’s not to much as she’s touchstarved, she’s just really shy about physical touch. Penny knows when she wants physical touch and when she doesn’t but has a hard time getting that point across to her partner
Penny is about as cold as a Glaceon. There’s a reason she wears baggy hoodies! She’s the kind of girlfriend to place her cold hands on your back or her cold feet over your own. Be wary
Penny has very little physical strength so she’s much rather be held than do the holding herself. What she makes up for in strength is comfortability it’s like hugging a pillow
On that note, she’s super comfy to hug. The hoodie does help quite a bit but she’s very huggable. She has a very comforting aura when she’s relaxing
Sorry to say this but Penny will not initiate cuddles or even ask for them. Girl’s just too shy for her own good so you’ll have to initiate/ask for them first
However, if she sees that you’re having a bad day or are just overall not feeling well, she’ll try her best to suck up her shyness and cuddle you. She’ll even get her eeveeloutions to help!
Trust me, Penny loves cuddling with her partner as much as the next trainer but she just can’t bring herself to have enough confidence to actually do so. Maybe one day…
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part three: Frank
There’s no backstage in The Hideout, just a small bathroom and an old beat-up couch, but there are always a few bottles of water and Frank is incredibly thankful for that as he chugs one after the show.
The rest of the band is already up the front saying hi to everyone but Frank needed a moment, couldn’t really keep looking at Eddie sucking face with some random girl.
He can’t stop thinking about the look on Steve’s face as he walked away before the last song. And of course, he has no right to be mad at Eddie, technically he didn’t do anything wrong… Technically.
But he’s a little mad, he actually quite likes Steve. He always shows up at rehearsals with homemade food and constantly praises and encourages them about the band. He’s just a nice dude, so excuse him for being excited when he realized something might be going on between him and Eddie. He wanted them to be happy together, he thought they could be, that they deserved it.
But apparently, Eddie needs to get his head out of his ass for that to happen.
He goes back to his friends and thankfully Eddie is alone now, “What happened with whatsherface?” He asks.
“Pricilla? Told her I wanted to spend time with my friends, but she didn’t take it very well” Eddie smiles at him amused, “Told me to go fuck myself”
“Good for her” he murmurs and Eddie frowns but doesn’t comment on it, instead he looks around and groans, “Man I can’t believe Steve left without saying hi, what an asshole. Next time he shows up for rehearsal I’m not going to let him in.” He jokes.
Iit doesn’t land well.
Jeff snorts and Gareth cringes, “I don’t think he’ll show up for rehearsal dude.”
“What? Why?” Eddie asks him confused and Frank can’t help it, he laughs.
“There’s no way you are this dense man, seriously?”
“Excuse me?” Eddie growls but Frank doesn’t back down,
“Eddie, you flirted with him for months, asked him out to see you, and then stuck your tongue down someone else's throat in front of him! Of course, he’s not going to show up again!”
Eddie bleaches and his frown deepens “What are you talking about?! That’s not wha- Steve doesn’t care abo- And since when are you so close to him, uh?! What, he’s your friend now and I'm not?”
They are screaming at each other now and people around them are staring, and Frank actually fucking hates fighting, so he takes a deep breath and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, smiles wearily at him,
“Eddie of course you are my friend but, you introduced us to this beautiful person, who is funny and nice, who brings us delicious homemade cookies and makes sure we stay hydrated… Who congratulates us when we get a riff right no matter how many times we got it wrong before and you expected us not to befriend him too?”
Eddie visibly slackens, all fight going out of him. He looks at Gareth and Jeff who just kind of nod at him but then Eddie’s eyes go huge and he looks at Frank scared, “Shit, Frank do you have a crush on Steve?”
“No, you dumb fuck! You do!” Great, now he’s back at screaming.
Gareth laughs and holds his hands up trying to apace them, “He knows he does Franky” he says.
“Well, then why the fuck did he kiss that girl then?” It’s Jeff who asks, who has been very quiet until now.
“Stop talking like I'm not her-” Eddie starts but Gareth interrupts him,
“Because he didn’t know Steve liked him back” he answers looking at Jeff but grabbing Eddie’s shoulder and squeezing it just a little too hard.
Eddie flinches and looks at all of them, trying to confirm what they all seem to know for sure, “I… fucked up didn’t I?”
“Oh yeah,” They all answer at the same time.
part one
part two
part three (you are here!)
part four
part five
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— CW: 18+. Smut. Mild food play. Tit sucking. | Word count: 0.8 (not proofread!)
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“Can you stop eating the icing?” You ask with a sigh, lowering the tray of freshly baked cookies on the kitchen counter. Luke rolls his eyes and lowers the bowl, but before he removes his sticky hands he dips his finger again.
Sometimes he can be quite childish, and it’s sometimes adorable. He didn’t experience many of these activities at home— his life in Tatooine was pretty much like the local weather, dry and boring— so it’s fun and exciting to see him try and learn— even if that means wrapping his fingers and palms after he burnt himself with the stove.
“Are you sure we are alone?” He asks, leaning against the edge of the counter, licking his lips. To be fair, the powdered sugar icing you did is really good. How is he supposed to keep his hands away from it?
“Very sure. Han is at the market buying the groceries he ate last night, as for Leia, I think she is busy with some work stuff. She did mention it in the morning.” You place a large cloth on the cookies, waiting for them to cool down to decorate them. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh… nothing in particular,” He says, but you know Luke. He’s hiding something. He is a terrible liar. It doesn’t take him long to walk behind you and place his hands on your hips. His nose nuzzles against your neck, smiling softly. “Glad to know I have you for myself for a while.”
It’s surprising how jealous he can be sometimes. He is quite envious of those who can have your attention. If there is something you have learned about Luke, is that he wants you all for himself; sometimes you wonder form where this particular trait might come from; it is not like Leia shows the same jealous emotion, and if she does she is good at masking it— unlike Luke, who you can smell his jealousy from miles away. Luke likes to be the center of your attention, to have you next to him at all times, and it’s not really a hard task.
“So that’s what you had in mind,” You reply, turning around to face him. Your palms lay flat on his chest, crooking your head to smile back and meet his lips. He tastes like that overly sweet icing. “You could’ve just asked, you know.”
“I know,” He shrugs. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Soon he is pressing you against the counter, licking your lips, and sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He isn’t as shy as he was when you started dating, which is something good. Getting Luke out of his little shell was the hard part, at first— now the difficult part is keeping his hands off you. Said hands reach down to squeeze your hips, moving to grope your ass and trail his lips to your neck. You let out a soft sigh, letting him have his fun.
“I have an idea,” Luke suddenly breaks, lifting your fuzzy sweater and running his hand over your breast. “Do you think we have enough icing for the cookies?”
“Uh?” Your mind was already drifting away from the damn cookies. “I think so, why?”
“You’ll see.”
He pulls down one of the cups of your bra, freeing your breast and lowering his face to run his tongue over your nipple. He sucks it with his teeth and teases the bud with his tongue until it hardens, moaning deeply at the feeling. He had said it countless times, and you start to believe he could suck at your tits for hours. Removing his mouth with a wet sound that makes you giggle, he dips his index and middle finger into the icing, bringing it back to your chest and smearing it over your nipple, around the areola, and above the valley. If he could put a cherry on top you know he would.
“Now they really look like a treat,” He laughs, licking his lips before diving in again. In reality, Luke is making more of a mess than cleaning, but then he’ll have more places to lick the icing off.
He sure is having fun, moaning against your sticky skin and grinding his very noticeable erection against your thigh. Your fingers run through his sandy locks and tug on them gently, making him whine. His mouth suckles on your nipple desperately, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. He doesn’t stop until he has cleaned all the icing, only to lift the other side of your sweater and repeat the same action on your other breast.
Hanging your head, you moan his name, arching your chest to press it further against his flushed face. Luke grabs both breasts and squeezes them together, pinching your right nipple with his hand while biting on the left one.
“You are going to eat all the icing,” You giggle breathlessly, biting your lower lip. “And I don’t have any more powdered sugar.”
“Then call Han and tell him to bring more.”
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This short story is inspired by @puhpandas ! I thought it was a headcanon that had a lot of room for ✨ angst ✨ so I wrote a little something… enjoy!
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“I don’t get it, Cassie. Why did you go out of your way… to save him?”
“He’s my best friend… We’ve been friends ever since my birthday party… And I always felt bad he never had a house of his own… He was lonely. And he must feel even more lonely now.”
Roxy tilts her head at me, and even though I can’t tell her expression, her small hum makes me believe that she’s at least trying to understand.
I explain further, “My Dad didn’t know Gregory didn’t have a place to say. Gregory said not to tell him. He made me promise, even though he comes to our house when it’s thunderstorming and he needs shelter. I didn’t know what to tell my Dad when he asked about it.”
Roxy appears to be thinking. “Well… what happened?” She sounds actually a bit curious.
I get lost in my thoughts. He visited our house almost every day after my dad got off work. My dad didn’t think anything of it at first… but when Gregory started staying late nights, my dad started getting suspicious something was going on… but I couldn’t tell him.
One night, it was stormy out, one of those really bad storms that rattle houses and light up the whole sky with white bolts of lightning. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and how the wind could blow his tiny shelter away, or how the thunder scared him, or…
But a knock at my window interrupts my thoughts. I already know who it is; he always comes over when it gets that bad.
“Gregory…!” I don’t waste any time getting up and opening the window for him. “You’re soaked! Why didn’t you come sooner—?”
He waves me off, stepping inside on a towel that’s always there that I keep just in case.
I figure he doesn’t want to talk about it now. “Want dry clothes?” I turn around, getting some clothes from my drawer that I keep for him when this happens, but when I turn back, Gregory is kneeling, curled up on the towel on the ground.
“New clothes?” I hand them to him.
“Thanks,” He mutters, looking up at me.
I cautiously try to bring up the subject again. “I didn’t see you at the pizzaplex today… what happened?” When he doesn’t answer right away, I add, “I missed you.”
He sighs. “…I got in trouble again. They almost got me this time.”
I look away. “If… you stayed with us… you wouldn’t have to keep sneaking in for stuff—“
“Cassie…” He groans and curls up again. “I told you, I can’t.” He mutters.
“You can’t keep… hiding. We can help you…”
“Can we not talk about this??” He snaps, but immediately lowers his tone when he says, “Please?”
I don’t answer, pacing around my room a bit before asking, “So you didn’t eat today?”
“Just some snacks,” He says simply.
Despite how tense it feels to talk right now, I ask, “Are you hungry….?”
“I don’t want to take your food…”
“No, no, we have leftovers. My dad made pasta tonight.”
“At least it’s better than dumpster pizza,” He chuckles, but stops when he sees I don’t find it as funny as he does. “Yeah, pasta is fine…” He adds quietly.
“My dad is probably still awake but hopefully he’ll be in his room or something…”
He just silently follows me downstairs, eyes fixed at the ground.
“Cassandra, what are you doing up this late—?”
My dad’s voice makes both of us jump.
“And— Gregory, what are you doing here?”
“He didn’t feel safe at his house—!” I butt in without thinking.
Gregory shoots me a look, and I already know I’ve messed up.
“Why?” My dad’s eyebrows furrow deeply into that line in between his eyebrows.
“I… I don’t necessarily feel unsafe…” Gregory starts but my dad isn’t finished.
“You’ve been coming over a lot here lately, Greg. Not that you’re bad company— quite the opposite— It’s just I’m worried about you. If your family is treating you badly—“
“No! No… I’m okay.”
My dad’s brows remain furrowed but he backs off. “Okay. If you ever need anything—“
“He’s hungry,” I jump in to end the conversation before it escalates.
My dad seems to buffer for a moment. “Right… Food. We have pasta.”
“Yep, I know.” Gregory flashes him a tight smile.
My dad eventually gives us our servings of fettuccine alfredo, saving the smallest serving for himself. But when Gregory and I go back upstairs, Gregory can’t seem to bring himself to eat. He just stares at the ground, almost completely lost in thought.
“Gregory….?”
It’s too dark to see at first, but when he starts to shake, I realize.
“Greg, don’t— don’t cry… Why are you—“
“Leave me alone, Cass—“ He says with tears in his voice.
“Is it the pasta?”
“No—“
I don’t want him to cry. That’s all I care about right now. “I’m sorry I said that to my dad— I didn’t mean to— It just came out—“
“No, Cassie! It’s not that—!” He practically slams his palms on his eyes in frustration.
“Then what is it??”
“I—“ He stops to take in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to go back…”
My vision blurrs as my ears start to grow hot. “…But you shouldn’t have to…. You can stay with us…”
“I can’t…”
“Why??” My voice breaks.
“Your dad will figure out… and it’ll be complicated and everything—“
“But it’ll be worth it in the end…” I kneel next to him.
He swipes at his eyes with his sleeve. He pauses. “You really think so?”
“Yes…! Yes…” And for once, I can actually feel a little hope.
He looks at me with red-rimmed eyes, but under all the stress and sadness in his expression, I can tell he’s feeling a little hope too.
It lingers only for a moment before it dies out again. “I can’t…” He whispers, more tears slipping down his face.
A knock at my door makes us both turn.
“Greg…” Dad’s back again, and I know he’d be even more worried that we’re both crying. “You’re not okay.”
“No— I am—“
“No, you’re not.” He states, not in frustration, but in firm concern. “Is someone hurting you at home?”
“No— Nothing is wrong—“ But the way he starts to tremble makes him even less convincing.
“You’re shaking, Greg. Clearly something is wrong…!”
“I— No—“ His face contorts as he cries more.
“I’m calling the police—“
“No—!” Gregory shoots up, his eyes wide and full of panic.
“We have to help you, Greg! Trust me, it’ll be okay.”
“No, no, no— You can’t—“
“It’s okay; you don’t have to protect whoever it is.”
Gregory tries to protest but he’s already reaching for his phone.
“Don’t worry,” He tries to reassure Gregory, but he just seems to get even more panicked.
“No! Please! You can’t—“
“Gregory—“ I hold him back, trying to give a hug or anything to give him reassurance but he pushes me away again. But not just me, he pushes my dad and I away, bolting down the stairs, despite my dad trying to chase him down.
“Gregory!” I scream desperately as he slams his way out the door and into the pouring rain. My dad follows after but I can’t seem to move. In fact, I don’t think I can do anything at all.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe…
“Kid! Breathe!” Roxy shakes me out of it.
“Sorry—“ I gasp for air. “I didn’t realize…”
“Don’t be sorry. Just watch yourself.”
Her paw is heavy on me when she rests it on my shoulder. “I didn’t know he was… homeless. If we knew— If Vanessa knew, we wouldn’t be so hard on him.”
“…I haven’t seen him since,” I add quietly. “That’s why I’m looking for him Roxy… He deserves a better life. A place where he can hide and be safe… You understand, right?”
After a moment, she nods slightly. “Yeah… I guess I do… I’m sorry, Cassie. And if I ever see him again… I’ll say sorry to him too.”
“If…” I whisper, feeling hope vanish again like it vanished in his eyes that night.
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𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 9}
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a/n: so sorry for the delay in this chapter the time has just flown by me and before i knew november was over like damn halloween was just yesterday chill. anyhoo i hope you enjoy the chapter lovelies<33
Summary: frank gets settled into the motel and you wait for him to get better as things start to heat up between the two of you before settling as quickly as it starts
Pairing: frank castle x reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, frank needs a hug, was quite literally twirling my hair and kicking my feet writing this
Word count: 2.2k
Chapter song: this side of paradise - coyote theory
The room grows quiet after Curtis leaves. My gaze focuses on Frank’s body on the bed, and I can’t bring myself to look away from him. Curtis said that he would be alright, and I believe him, but there’s still a part of me that’s worried sick, and I can’t understand why I’m panicking this much over someone who I’ve only known for a couple of weeks.
David leaves a little bit after Curtis, claiming he has to get something back at his place. I try questioning him on if we’d be safe here, not knowing if I was tracked here from the house, but he insists that we’ll be fine as long as I try not to use much of my powers while he’s gone.
I don’t get much more in before he’s leaving, and I’m left alone with the still unconscious man in the bed across from me. I find myself staring at the rise and fall of Frank’s chest again, making sure it’s steady and doesn’t stop.
There’s a slight panic feeling in my chest on what I would do if he stops breathing, but I have to tell myself that he’s going to be fine, and it won’t come to that.
I sigh and fall back on the bed, not being able to bring myself to do much else. I lay on my side, still able to see Frank from my position. It’s not long before I feel my eyes drifting shut, the events of the night finally taking its toll on me.
I try my best to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss if something starts to happen to Frank, but my body says otherwise, soon falling into a world of darkness.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I look at the green-eyed girl in front of me, who’s currently trying her best to make the piece of plastic she has as sharp as she can.
“We can’t live like this, you’ve never even been outside. Don’t you ever wonder what life outside this building is?” I admit that I’ve wanted to know what the outside was like ever since the girl came in and started raving about it. I just don’t think this plan is the best thing we could do.
The click of the door sounds, and she quickly shoos me away to the other side of the room and hides the sharp object behind her. A guard comes in with food trays and drops one in front of me before going over to the other girl in the room to drop another tray in front of her.
He turns to walk away, however before he can get out of the room, the smaller girl is jumping on his back and reaching her short arms around his neck, jabbing the sharp object into his skin.
The guard jerks his body around, attempting to throw the small person off of him as his neck starts to bleed. I jump up and as quietly as I can, and I walk towards him, reaching for the key badge he wears on his belt.
I get a grasp on it before a hand harshly grips mine. I let out a sharp cry when I feel something in my wrist pop and look up to see the guard sneering down at me.
He manages to get the girl off his back, slamming her into the wall so she falls to the ground at the impact. I have no chance to try and check on her before more guards rush into the room and I’m dragged out into the hallway.
“NO, LET ME GO! ELLIE!” I start screaming as I’m picked up and carried down the hall. I can see three other guards around Ellie, dragging her in the opposite direction of the hallway I was going in. She isn’t moving and I find myself thrashing around in the grip of the guard holding me trying to get to her, but it’s no use and I watch her get dragged out of sight, not knowing it’s the last time I’ll ever get to see her.
I find myself jerking awake, the memory fading away in my brain. It takes me a minute to remember where I am, looking over at Frank’s body and expecting him to still be asleep, but I am surprised when I find his eyes looking back at me.
“You’re awake.” I find myself jumping up off the bed to his side. “How do you feel?” I sit down next to him on the bed, observing him to see if there are any immediate worries.
He doesn’t say anything, instead bringing his hand up to swipe his thumb across my cheek. I’m taken aback, and I realize that there were tears that fell down my face while I was sleeping.
I turn my head down to look down at my knee, his hand sliding off my cheek to fall to his side. I take my hand to rub the other side of my face to get rid of any other tears.
“Don’t.” Frank’s hand comes back to grip my chin, and I turn my head back towards him until I’m looking into his eyes.
“Don’t what?” My voice comes out just above a whisper as Frank lets his hand rest on my cheek again.
“Hide from me.” His voice is gruff, and he goes to talk more but ends up in a coughing fit. I quickly reach for the cup of water Curtis left on the nightstand next to the bed for this situation and hold it up to his mouth so he can take a sip. “Thanks.” I place the cup back down on the nightstand and go to sit down on the bed I was once asleep on before I feel a grip on my wrist, stopping me.
I turn my body around to see Frank’s hand around my wrist, pulling me back towards the bed he’s on. There’s something in me that’s hesitant to sit that close to him again, and I don’t know why. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I make up the first excuse that comes to mind: not wanting to be this close to him when I can feel my hands start to shake and my heart start to beat faster in my chest.
“You’re not gonna hurt me.” He insists, and I have no choice but to sit down next to him. My gaze falls to my lap again, and I start messing with my fingers, not knowing what else to do. “Hey,” he says, placing one of his hands in mine to stop their movement, and I raise my head to meet his eyes. “You okay?” I swallow hard and can only nod at him, not trusting my voice in the moment.
Silence takes over the room for a minute before I clear my throat. “I should be asking you that question.” Frank lets out a chuckle at my statement, taking his hand off of mine, and it takes all of my restraint to not reach for him to keep it there.
“‘M fine; don’t worry bout me.” It’s not so convincing when he lets out a grunt, trying to get his body to sit up against the headboard. I go to stop him from moving any further, but he just shakes his head at me and pushes himself all the way up.
He’s out of breath by the time he’s lifted himself up, and I find myself looking at him in worry, causing him to give me a short smile as if telling me not to worry.
“How’d I get here?” He looks around the room as he talks, taking in the unfamiliar scenery.
“I drove you.” His head stops looking around to suddenly look back at me as if I have two heads. And then he starts laughing.
“You,” he pauses between laughs. “You drove me?” He laughs until he suddenly cringes and holds his side, forcing him to calm down.
“It’s not funny; I thought you were going to die.” Once he’s calmed down, his gaze softens at me.
“‘M sorry, darlin', it just caught me off guard. Wasn’t expectin’ you to be able to drive me outta there. ‘M proud of you.” He grabs my hand while he’s speaking, gripping it softly, and it doesn’t help my pounding heart in the slightest.
My mind isn’t working; I want to say something, but no words come out, and if they do, I feel they wouldn’t make any sense. I open my mouth to try and say something before my eyes glance over Frank’s torso, seeing the shirt he’s wearing start to turn crimson.
“You’re bleeding.” My body reacts on its own, immediately getting closer to him in order to check it. He tries to push me off and wave it off like he’s fine, but I’m not having it.
I lift his shirt to find the wrap Curtis put on him getting soaked through with blood, and I’m immediately reaching for the container that was left behind for this exact reason. Before he left, Curtis showed me what to use to replace his bandage with when he needed it, but I figured that David would be the one to handle it if it got to that point. There’s no sign of David coming back anytime soon, so I’ll just have to do my best to change them myself. This somehow makes my hands shake even more than they were before.
“I can do that—” Frank reaches out to grab the wrap from my hands, but I shake my head and pull it out of his reach before he can get a hold of it.
“I can do it.” I insist, starting to unravel the now-red old wrap from his abdomen, apologizing when I hear him wince slightly at my movement.
I throw the old cloth into the garbage by the bed and prepare to put the clean one on, but I have to first wipe off the excess blood around the wound. I go to fill up the small bowl left by the sink in the corner of the room, bringing it back by Frank’s side to start cleaning up the wound.
I glance up to find Frank’s gaze on me, looking deep in thought. “What? Are you okay?” I go to pull away from his body before he quickly shakes his head, reaching for my arm to keep me there.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I can tell his mind is somewhere else as he speaks, his gaze drifting away from mine.
"What's wrong?" He swallows and turns his head back up to look at me with the most intensity I've seen in him. His hand finds its way back to my cheek, fingers grazing it gently, and I instinctively feel my head turning to keep his hand pressed there.
"I'm afraid." He just about whispers, and I have to comprehend if he actually said anything, but the way his eyes are piercing into mine, I know he did. I open my mouth to question him, but his thumb runs across the bottom of my lip, causing me to forget what I was about to say. "Of gettin' too close—wantin' to get closer." He lets out a soft chuckle while shaking his head, and I can't help but just sit there, wanting to know what else he's going to say.
"To tell ya the truth, you scare me." I can feel my face drop at his words, and I go to pull away from him, my head going to face the ground again, but before I can do anything, he shakes his head, keeping my head up to face him. "Lemme finish."
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again to look back at me. "The feeling I get when I'm with you—it scares the hell outta me." He doesn't say anything else, instead grabbing one of my hands and placing it on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat pounding, my own's rhythm not being far off from his.
His hand lets go of my wrist, but I find myself keeping my hand on him, not wanting to remove it from him just yet. Our eyes lock, and I have no idea how long we're sitting there for. Time seems to move in slow motion, and I can feel him pushing forward towards me, causing my arm to move backwards towards my own body.
Curiosity fills my features when my arm is the only thing separating our bodies—not pressed as harshly against it as it once was, but now just simply staying there. I can see the questioning look in his eyes as if he's debating something, but he ends up shaking his head and leaning his body back on the bed, turning his head to look at the wall.
"Frank-"
"'M sorry." Our voices are barely audible, and I'm not sure what just happened or what's exactly going on in Frank's head, but I figure it's for the best that I leave it be for now. Instead, I work on putting the clean wrap on his wound in silence.
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Part two
“I mean, I get the rehabilitation thing—giving second chances and that stuff—but why me? Why do they have to be in my house?” Hero asked, looking down at the file with a frown.
Superhero took a sip of his drink, smiling at the waitress and asking for a refill before finally paying notice to Hero. “Villain’s docile. We think. She doesn’t talk much, she doesn’t do much…we figure she’s the best for this experiment. And you, dear Hero,” he paused to take a bite of his food, purposefully taking longer in a way he knew irritated Hero, “were chosen because you’re an understanding person—a good hero. You won’t be tempted to do anything bad to her because of her past.”
“I don’t want to let a stranger—a villain at that,” she added, whispering and leaning closer across the table, “into my home. That’s unsafe. Yeah, I don’t intend to hurt anyone, but that doesn’t mean I want them in my house.”
“Hero, everything will be cared for.” He assured. “All you have to do is train her and give her a room to sleep in. We pay for food, water, all that. And if she does end up a threat to you or anyone else’s safety…there are measures to keep her in line.” He slid a remote across the table.
Hero stared at it in shock…and a little horror, too. “What does that do?”
“Nothing bad—it’s a little beep in her ear that gets louder the longer you hold it. The staff have barely had to use it on her. We believe she isn’t a bad person at heart, but was simply roped into this and ended up with the wrong people.”
“That’s poetic and all but she’s still a villain. If you want to rehabilitate her, I’m fine with that, I don’t care, I think people should have second chances, but I don’t want to be the one handing out those chances at my expense.”
She leaned back in her chair, the plastic squeaking behind her.
When Superhero said he’d take her to dinner, she was foolish enough to think for all her hard work, he’d take her somewhere nice—somewhere where all the food on the menu didn’t come with a free side of grease, grease, and more grease. Superhero wore a suit to work, had a meticulously trimmed silver mustache, and spoke in a voice that would be in a mystery audiobook. Finding him seated in his suit tie at an obnoxiously yellow chair in the center of a diner had been quite the juxtaposition, to say the least. It had been clearly done to annoy her, that much was obvious by the grin on his face as she sat down.
The setting was the cherry on top of the other news he was delivering—Hero was in charge of rehabilitating a villain.
That didn’t exactly put her in a stellar mood either.
Villains were people too, that she could recognize, and sure they deserved a shot to try again, but her job was to capture them and to bring them to justice. She did that. She did it well. Her job wasn’t to play therapist for some troubled criminal.
Superhero smiled at her disdain. “You should give her a chance. I doubt she’ll bother you—everybody thinks she’s mute.”
“Is she?”
“That’s undetermined.” He hummed. “Read her file a bit more, get to know her, and she’ll be dropped off tonight.”
“Do I get her a bed?” Hero looked down at the file in her hands, absently reading over the more mundane snippets of information. “Wait—“ the sudden thought hit like a brick, making her reel back a moment. “Does she have a power?”
She glanced around, but the diner was mostly empty. The waitress was only just now coming back with Superhero’s refill.
Naturally, he smiled at her and made small talk while Hero waited for a response, grinding her teeth.
“Yes, but it’s undetermined.”
“What else about her is undetermined?”
“Quite a lot.” He sipped his drink casually, eyeing Hero a fraction more seriously. “Look, Hero, I’m going to be serious when I tell you that you were chosen for this because I believe you can do this. You have a caring heart, deep down beneath your cynicism. There’s a lot we don’t know about her—we don’t know her past, her powers, or anything much—but we can change her future. I see a promise in her.”
“I’ll remind you of this when I end up stabbed in my sleep.” Hero muttered. She breathed in through her nose, and exhaled heavily. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice about this. “About the bed? Do I have to buy one?”
“Do you have a spare bed?”
“It’s a crumby old futon, but technically, it can function as a bed.”
“That’ll work—she’ll have a blanket and a pillow, so don’t worry about that part.” He stood up, wiping his fingers on a napkin.
“I’m worried about being murdered in my own home.” Hero argued fruitlessly, her too wiping her hands on a napkin, despite not having touched her food.
“Give her a chance, Hero. I believe she can be good if she has the opportunity. I see the same spark in her that I saw in you.”
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True to his word, Villain showed up on Hero’s doorstep later that night.
Hero’s first impression was that Villain certainly looked the part of a silent hermit. She was short, accentuated further by how her head hung low, and her eyes were downcast so much so that Hero couldn’t catch a glimpse of her eye color. She hung awkwardly in the foyer upon arrival, holding her meager luggage like an unwelcome relative showing up for the holidays.
Hero cleared her throat. “I can show you where you’ll be sleeping, if you want to set your stuff down before we…talk.”
Minutes before Villain was left at her door, he called to inform her that the procedure would be to have an informed discussion about the rules, expectations, and such and such before anything happened—pretending that either person in the situation actually had a choice.
Villain stared silently, but eventually gave a small nod.
“Are you capable of talking?”
Stiffly, Villain froze up for a minute, but nodded, stray strands of hair falling loose into her face.
Hero’s immediate instinct was to ask—why don’t you talk then?—but that would be too hopeful for a verbal response.
“Okay then.”
After the awkward beginning, Hero took her new trainee upstairs.
And, as Superhero said, Villain was docile. She didn’t make sudden movements. Every twitch, every bend of her fingers, every turn of her head seemed oddly meticulous. Suddenly, the idea of her having the sound device seemed useless because Villain didn’t do much of anything, much less resist. Hero got to merely stand off to the side and watch listlessly as Villain set her few belongings on the futon.
Though, it also made her skin prickle, preparing for when it would snap and Villain would whip around and attack.
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Back downstairs, Hero sat on the couch across from Villain, explaining the rules of her stay and how her training would function.
“Do you understand?” She questioned, mostly to fill the silence in the room.
Villain nodded, her hands clasped in her lap.
“Okay…good. I’m Hero. What’s your name?”
Of course, Hero knew her name—she had, unfortunately, done as Superhero said and read the whole thing—but she wanted to try to get her strange new ‘roommate’ to talk. However, the attempt proved unsuccessful when all Villain offered in response was a blank stare.
Hero grimaced, but tried to nod reassuringly. “You don’t have to talk right away, but it’d be good if you could say something in case you need help or anything like that…no pressure.”
It felt like she was applying pressure.
This situation painfully reminded Hero why none of her friends came to her for comfort—they came for brutally honest advice that they needed to hear.
Unsurprisingly, Villain stayed silent and went to bed a few minutes later.
Hero warned Villain before she locked the door, and then she went back downstairs to eat dinner. Usually, she was alone in her house, but now she wasn’t alone…it felt stiff, as if the air had gone stale because of the presence of another person—a villain that Hero had never met before.
It made her lose much of her appetite, so she put the leftovers in the fridge and cleaned off her plate a little earlier than normal.
She needed the rest, anyhow.
The next day would be a long day—the first of a new mission always was—and rehabilitation programs were especially difficult because of how fragile they were. Hero could only hope she wouldn’t wake up with a knife to her throat.
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MARIMUI INFODUMP 💜🩵
💜 Mari has never smiled back at anyone besides her sister before, but Muichiro changed that as she smiled back at him a few days after meeting him. His kindness was just too much for her not to feel giddy.
🩵 Between who fell first and who fell harder… Both answers go to Muichiro. He fell for Mari after seeing her smile for the first time ever, and everything she did was just… enchanting to him. And then Muichiro fell harder for her after his memories returned. He noticed that she was still the same (or almost the same)… Just happier and more open. That smile of hers was just so contagious to him and his heart throbs every little gesture she does, especially directed to him. He couldn’t help but fall harder.
💜 Mari believed her feelings for him disappeared after he lost his memories and became a whole different person, hence why she was oblivious to her own feelings until his memories returned.
🩵 Muichiro is usually a guy that focuses on logic mainly. He doesn’t see importance in focusing with emotions or such. But with Mari, even unintentionally, he becomes different around her. He sometimes felt like his emotions get in the way everytime her presence is there. He feels his heart rate increasing everytime, and he doesn’t know why. He feels iffy everytime she spends time with another guy or becomes affectionate with her cousins/sister, but he always excused it with her needing to focus on training more. He was also quite oblivious to his own feelings until his memories returned.
🩵 Post-memory Muichiro would also realize Mari returns the same feelings as well, and while it does make him happy and relieved she likes him back, he doesn’t say anything. He knows the risk of being a hashira and especially with the upcoming war, he could likely die so he never directly admitted as well.
🩵 Muichiro was already pretty affectionate prior, but after his memories returned, it was like a total switch as he became more physically affectionate with her the same as when they were younger. Mari was flustered about this, of course.
💜 When Amane told the hashiras about the curse of the mark, Mari was really shocked and upset. She didn’t try to show it, though. It also made her feel less confident in confessing her love to Muichiro. This also caused Mari not to speak to Muichiro for a day or two.
🩵 I also like to believe that even though Muichiro seemed calm, he was also upset as he wouldn’t be able to live a fulfilling life with Mari.
💜 Mari was in the swordsmith village the same time as Muichiro. She arrived a day prior and she also left the day before the uppermoons showed up. During her time there, she and Muichiro spent their time together. Since Mari’s sword was broken, she could only watch him train, to which she’s disappointed. Apart from training, they spent time exploring the village, forest and even went to the hotsprings together to recover their bodies.
💜🩵 While in the hotsprings, Mari was nervous as she thought the water was deep, so Muichiro tested it out and assured her it wasn’t that deep. He didn’t understand why she was nervous about it…
🩵 Despite Muichiro’s not-so-good memory, he remembers Mari’s favorite food is croquettes… Mainly because Mari rambles on about it so much, especially about her sister’s cooking…
💜 Mari has a habit of getting distracted, but while it has gotten better, she still gets distracted so whenever Muichiro and her are in a joint mission together, he makes sure Mari stays focused (Even though her crow does that job…)
🩵 Muichiro keeps every gift Mari gives him. Even the ones he believes won’t have any use. Sometimes, he even holds one of them, looking at every detail and cherishing it.
💜 Mari loves showcasing and infodumping about bugs/insects to him since he’s the only one who doesn’t showcase any fear/disgust towards it.
🩵💜 Their favorite thing to do when they’re bored is to either fold origamis together or cloudgaze.
💜 Mari brings bandages around her at all times, so whenever Muichiro gets hurt, she always patches it up for him. She always kisses the bandage afterwards, which was just a habit she picked up from her sister. She was oblivious to the fact that gesture fluttered his heart.
🩵 Muichiro loves kissing Mari. He loves her lips especially but he loves kissing her in general.
🩵 In an AU where they both lived after the finale battle, Muichiro would kiss her scars since she’s often insecure about it, especially since she can’t cover them up. He assures her that she’s still pretty and the scars don’t ruin it at all.
💜 Mari became a total shut in after her sister’s death, and also quite hysterical. Even though it was tough, Muichiro made sure to be there for her no matter what. Also promising her that he’ll make her smile again one way or another.
🩵💜 After Mari became better (mentally), they both got engaged and married. Even having twin sons and a younger daughter.
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS REGARDING MARIMUI (or Mari) PELASE PLEASE ASK THEMM I BEG OF YOUUUUUUU <33
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Ryoma Birthday Headcanons
I definitely did not almost forget to prepare any of these in advance because I forgot that April 31st wasn’t a thing, haha… noooo, who would do that? I’m sorry Ryoma. You’re still my 2nd favourite Fates character, I’m just busy. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this year’s round!
‣ Honestly, after the events of Revelation, he’s a little embarrassed that his first act as king (without being directly coronated, of course) was to declare war. For one thing, Hoshido is a country of peace. Very few kings during their reigns opened them by starting a war. For another, the problems with Nohr that drove them to battle were half the fault of a [REDACTED] working behind the scenes to worsen relations, and the other half were his fault for being ignorant. Thankfully for the most part people talk about his efforts to bring food to Nohr and end battles more than they do his tendency to start them, but it does make Ryoma more weary of how he handles conflicts afterwards.
‣ A lot of people believe that Ryoma is just naturally good at everything and never fails or has embarrassing moments. No. The man is actually just really, really good at a poker face, and it tends to convince people. No, that clang you heard was not him knocking his dessert spoon off the table, Prince Xander. You must be imagining things. The fact that his dessert spoon is now gone must surely be a coincidence, and likely evidence of another visit from a cute, pig-tailed prankster named Elise. Ryoma genuinely does fail fairly normal, but he has just learned to roll with the punches and keep going, and he has found that most of the time people will just believe him. Of course, this can only make it more embarrassing when there’s no way he can convince anyone that he didn’t misjudge the doorway’s height and bash his head, because there’s a bruise forming already. He just turns a little pink then.
‣ For someone who wears red a lot and is heavily associated with the colour, his favourite is actually blue. He doesn’t mention it much because he still does like red, but he finds the colour very calming. If given the opportunity to dress himself in casual clothing, it’s usually the colour he will go for the most, and he usually does for a deep, midnight blue tone.
‣ Contrary to popular belief, he and Mikoto did not have a magical mother-son connection. They genuinely liked, loved, and respected each other, but after losing both of his own parents, Ryoma tended to try and keep his parental figures at arms' length after that. Mikoto, loving mother that she was, always tried to connect with him anyway, but they weren’t as close as many people believe. A lot of that comes from the fact that he showed immense support for her at the beginning of her reign, calling her “Mother” and taking her opinions and advice very seriously. He genuinely did grow to think of her as his mother and would sing her praises all day long, but in the end their bond wasn’t similar to that of the ones she had with Sakura or Takumi. They relied on each other a lot politically and socially, but emotional connections could be sporadic. It’s why Yukimura’s choice of words for their connection is “cordial”.
‣ I imagine one of Ryoma’s first political moves is to change the succession order to being just by age, rather than age and gender. He does this as a way to honour Queen Mikoto’s memory, as she was living proof of the power of an influential female leader. It’s considered quite the controversial move, but we all know our boy can be manipulative when he wants to be — so when people try to question him, he will always asks them if they’re insinuating that Mikoto was anything less than perfect. Do they think they could have done better than her, if they were to walk in her shoes? They tend to shut up quickly after that.
‣ I’ve mentioned that I think Ryoma probably doesn’t believe too much in the “women are inherently inferior to men and need to be soft and delicate” idea on the surface, considering he was raised by and is deeply bonded to four (or five, considering Corrin’s gender) strong women, but I think he definitely still has a problem with understanding that protective paternalism isn’t helpful. He’s very absorbed in his expected gender role as a man, to the point that he doesn’t really even consider how patronizing he comes across. He genuinely thinks he’s helping and doing something good, because his one main job in life has been protector. He’s not thinking about how unfair it is to assume that the women in his life need his back-up or can’t handle things, he just thinks he’s being chivalrous.
‣ Not a morning person, mostly because he's a really bad sleeper. Total grumpy grump. He’ll get up when Saizo or Kagero wakes him, but he’s not happy about it. In fact, for the most part they’re very uninvolved in his morning routines because he wants them to stay out of the way. Just give him the clothes and he’ll fuss with his hair and they’ll all be presentable in a bit. Until he’s had his coffee for the day, don’t talk to him. In fact, unless you’re bringing his coffee for the day, don’t talk to him.
‣ Speaking of Ryoma and his terrible sleep schedule, I like to think he is also a 3 a.m. snacker. And not just like, a small snacker — heavy snacks. The reason he knows how to cook is at least partially because he needs to cook his own 3 a.m. meals. His sleep schedule is so bad and his eating schedule isn’t much better. He gets wrapped up in whatever he’s doing and then suddenly eight hours have passed, and all he’s had is a cup of tea. So he goes out to search for and prep midnight eats. Admittedly, he’s a little embarrassed that he does this — especially because, per Revelation, Xander won’t. stop. catching. him. (“Listen — if you would like a helping of beef curry, just ask instead of skulking around in the dark in such a manner!”)
‣ Kinda prefers not being called by his royal title when he can help it. In the Japanese version of Birthright, he actually tells Scarlet to call him by his first name when his identity is revealed (approximations because I am working from memory here, but… ENG: "You may simply call me Lord Ryoma", JPN: "Ryoma is fine"). For close friends, Ryoma will often just ask people to call him by his first name. The title is fine and everything, he cherishes it because it is representative so much and it is technically a gift from his parents, but there’s a certain ease that comes to talking to people without it. It’s like the equivalent of actually being able to let it go for a little bit when his friends don’t feel the need to call him “lord” and “milord”. Honestly, he’ll even allow cutesy nicknames, too… but they do make him a little embarrassed. He’ll never get used to Camilla calling him by her variation of pet names. Just Ryoma is fine, why does she insist on things like ‘honey bun’? (The answer: she likes that it makes him flustered.)
‣ Of all of the Hoshidan royal siblings, it is the most difficult to make him cry, but let it be known that it is not as difficult to make him cry as you think it might be. Still pretty hard, but certain things can and do get the water works flowing. He just also tries rather viciously to deny the tears, so by the end of it when he finally does start to cry, his face is usually quite pink and he’s really trying to hide behind his hair. He finds crying really embarrassing and tries to avoid doing it in public at all costs, but is more likely to allow it if it’s for happy occasions. Like if one of his siblings was getting married? Then it’s okay to be a little glassy-eyed. They’re worth it.
#fire emblem fates#fire emblem#fire emblem Ryoma#fe Ryoma#fe14#fire emblem fates spoilers#FE headcanons
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A follow up to this
They land in New York, and get a hotel room, getting a few hours of sleep before Midge gets up and starts puttering around.
Lenny watches as she looks at herself in the mirror, frowning at her reflection.
“I need a haircut,” she tells him quietly. “I don’t want to see my mother looking like this.”
He nods, sitting up. “We can make that happen. And anything else you want to do.”
Midge takes a breath and turns to him, fidgeting with her fingers. “I already sent along Hanukkah gifts for Ethan and Esther, but it’d be nice to show up with a couple more things for them…”
“They’ll just be happy to see you,” Lenny reminds her gently.
“Still…”
“Okay,” he tells her, sliding out of bed and walking over, rubbing her arms. “No problem. I need to make a quick stop today though, to see one of my lawyers, so I’ll drop you at the salon, and then we can meet back up.”
She nods. “I uh…I’m going to shower.”
“Yeah,” Lenny says, leaning in to kiss her gently. “Nice hot shower will feel good. You take as long as you need, I’ll order us a little breakfast.”
“Okay,” she agrees, pausing for a moment. “Do you really think they want to see me?”
“I know they do,” he assures her, rubbing her arms still. “Hot shower. Breakfast. Hair. Kid gifts.”
Midge takes a breath, and gets started, as Lenny goes for the phone to order them some food.
****
He drops her at the salon as promised, but he doesn’t go to his lawyer’s office.
He hits NBC, and Gordon Ford’s studio.
“Lenny!” Ford cries jovially. “Merry Christmas! How are you?”
“Celebrating Hanukkah,” Lenny cracks with a grin.
“Ah. Uh. Right.”
“Merry Christmas to you, though,” Lenny says.
The awkwardness drains from his face and Gordon smiles. “Thanks. So? What brings you back to New York? I can slide you in this week if you want. Make room in the schedule.”
“I’m good,” Lenny promises. “But I was hoping to talk to you about Midge.”
“Ah. No.”
“No? Not at all?”
“Nope! I’m done with her,” Gordon tells him. “It ended. It’s over. I’ve moved on.”
“All well and good,” Lenny admits. “Except you still have her blackballed.”
Gordon snaps a forgetful finger. “That’s right. I do.”
“And…why is that?”
“She hurt me, Lenny,” Gordon reminds him. “She hurt me deep. So she had to pay.”
Lenny narrows his eyes. “How did she hurt you?”
“What?”
“How?” Lenny repeats. “How did Midge hurt you?”
“She broke up with me.”
“Why?” Lenny asks.
“She wasn’t in love with me,” Gordon shrugs casually. “You should know, you’re the one she’s in love with.”
“What prompted it?” Lenny asks, narrowing his eyes at the other mind. “What actually happened?”
“I noticed how tepid she’d gotten,” Gordon shrugs. “And I…found a companion to ease the pain of a frigid girlfriend,” he admits. “Midge found us at my apartment.”
Lenny stares at him. “So the truth is that instead of actually fucking talking about your feelings, you fucked someone else, she found out, and broke things off. And you wanted revenge for her dumping you for cheating, so you blackballed her.”
Gordon glowers at him. “I was hurt, Lenny.”
“You were a prick, Gordon,” Lenny counters. “Lift the blackball, or I’ll write about in the Times.”
“No one would believe you,” Gordon scoffs.
Lenny smirks. “Actually, I’ve become quite reliable to my readership. They enjoy my honesty about the business we call show. I’m sure they’d be very interested to hear that their late night golden boy is an asshole who can’t keep it in his pants.”
Gordon glares hard. “I’ll have you blackballed, too.”
“You can try,” Lenny smirks. “But my fame and popularity isn’t contingent on your good graces. I bring in money. And I bring in readers for the papers I write for, and I, like so many journalists before me, can make a lying piece of shit’s life a living hell.”
Gordon doesn’t have a response for that, still glaring.
Lenny pats his shoulder. “You have the end of the weekend to lift the blackball, or I start typing. Think about it.”
With that, he walks out.
*****
Midge still looks tired and too thin, but her haircut makes her look much more like herself, which feels somewhat like a relief, and she’s gained back a little bounce in her step as he chases after her through B. Altman.
She’s always been hard to keep up with.
She picks a few things. A stuffed elephant for Esther. A pack of race cars for Ethan. She even picks up some new editing pens for Abe and a small bottle of nice perfume for her Rose. Her last purchase is to take the book Lenny had been flipping through and buys it for him.
“You don’t have to-”
“Ssshh,” she orders as she heads for the register.
Lenny grins a little, thinking about how much he’s missed her. And how, underneath being so beaten down, Midge is still in there.
He’s grateful.
*****
Their next stop is to have dinner with Susie.
He heads her off at the pass as she steps into the restaurant, while Midge is in the bathroom.
“So you’re telling me,” Susie says slowly over glasses of whiskey. “That that fucking asshole cheated on her, and she rightfully broke up with him, and then he fired her, and blackballed her?”
“That’s the gist,” Lenny confirms. “She still shouldn’t have been fucking her boss, but the breakup wasn’t entirely her fault.”
Susie blows out a breath. “Fuck.” She looks up when she sees Midge walking toward them. “Fuck, she’s thin.”
“Shit’s been bad, Susie,” Lenny mutters. “Somehow she’s gotten it in her head her whole family hates her. She wasn’t even gonna come home for the holidays to see the kids.”
“Things...are a lot worse than I thought,” Susie admits, looking a little guilty. “I thought she’d get out to LA and do what she always fuckin’ does. Make a load of friends, forget about her fuck-ups.”
“She has done neither,” Lenny says. “She has, in fact, done the opposite.”
“Fuuuuuuck,” Susie groans.
Midge smiles nervously as she walks up to them. “What’s the matter? Lenny tell you a shitty joke?”
“The worst,” Susie nods, before handing Midge her half-drunk glass of whiskey. “Drink this. Let’s talk.”
*****
They make it to her old front door just after dinner, and she takes a deep breath, turning to Lenny before knocking. He’s holding the nicely wrapped gifts, standing behind her.
“I can’t do this, they don’t want to see me,” she whispers.
“They do,” Lenny assures her. “I don’t know why you keep saying they don’t.”
“Because they don’t,” Midge tells him.
“Sweetheart,” he says gently. “I know I’m right. Please just knock on the door.”
She purses her lips before turning back to the door and knocking.
Abe opens it, looking pleased. “Miriam,” he says quietly, smiling. “This is a wonderful surprise.”
“H-hi, Papa,” she stammers out. “I uh…I…”
“Come in,” Abe insists, his hand reaching out to guide her inside by the shoulder. “Come in, everyone is here.”
Midge looks worriedly at her father and then back at Lenny. “Everyone?”
“It’s okay, Midge,” Lenny says as he follows them.
“Come here, let me look at you,” Abe insists, taking her by the shoulders and looking her over. “You look like you haven’t eaten all year.”
“I’m okay,” Midge tells him. “We ate before we got here.”
“I’ll have your mother ask Zelda to heat up some leftovers,” Abe says, ignoring her.
“I-”
“Abe?” Rose asks as she steps in. “Who is at the door?”
Lenny stands back as the real waterworks start. Rose cries. Midge cries. Even Abe looks a little misty-eyed at seeing his family reunited, especially when Noah rushes in and scoops his sister up into a hug, and the kids join in.
He shifts away from the reunion to set the gifts in the living room, where Midge’s ex-husband and his parents are sitting.
Moishe and Shirley glance at each other, and move past Lenny to greet Midge, while Joel just stands there looking stunned.
Lenny gives him a nod as he sets the gifts down.
“You brought her back,” Joel says coldly.
“I did,” Lenny confirms, standing up straight to look at the other man.
“Why?” Joel snaps.
Lenny tilts his head at the question, narrowing his eyes. “This is all you, isn’t it?”
“What are you-”
“You’ve been feeding Midge that raft of shit about her family not wanting to see her,” Lenny marvels. “Because it’s easier for you when she’s not here.”
Joel shifts uncomfortably, averting his eyes.
“Well,” Lenny drawls. “I suppose I know who my opening act will be in Hell if the rabbis are wrong.”
“Fuck you, Lenny,” Joel hisses. “You don’t know what it’s like, with her being here. How tense it makes Mei. How hard it is to juggle the kids with both our schedules.”
“Jesus, I thought I was a selfish prick,” Lenny shakes his head. “Maybe I’ll be opening for you.”
“Come off it,” Joel says. “You know what Midge is like. She ruins everything. She fucked up her career. All of her relationships. Her marriage-”
“Oh, that’s a rich piece of revisionist history,” Lenny snorts.
“Stay with her long enough,” Joel snarls. “You’ll see.”
Lenny shakes his head, and with that, he turns to rejoin Midge as everyone chatters around her.
*****
Zelda piles their plates high with latkes and chicken and kugel, giving them a second dinner, and the kids open up their new Hanukkah gifts, Esther snuggling her new elephant, and Ethan racing a car up Lenny’s arm, with the requisite “vroom!” noises.
Midge disappears with them to handle bedtime, and Lenny turns to the Maisels and Weissmans, crossing his arms tightly. “I’m trying to get the blackball lifted,” he tells them. “In the meantime, she’s been convinced that if she died tomorrow, the lot of you would dump her body in a shallow grave and forget her existence.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Rose hisses. “Where would she get an idea like that?”
Lenny doesn’t have to respond, because Moishe slowly turns to his son.
“Tell me you didn’t,” Moishe begs.
“I just wanted things to be easier,” Joel mutters, looking down at his shoes.
“Oh, Joely,” Shirley scolds.
Abe glowers at the younger man. “I nearly lost my daughter because of you?”
“Oh, please!” Joel cries. “Any of you could have gone out and seen her anytime, none of you ever did! Don’t tell me it wasn’t easier with her gone!”
“We stayed away because we thought that’s what she wanted,” Rose snaps, bewildered. “We thought we were giving her space, when in reality, you were feeding her lies?”
The room goes silent as they hear Midge’s heels clacking against the floor on her way back. When she steps in, she smiles tentatively at them all.
“The kids are good,” she tells them. Her smile wanes as she looks at them all.” Is something wrong?”
“Not at all,” Rose says quickly, plastering a smile on her face. “Joel was just saying he had to leave.”
Midge looks surprised as Joel moves towards the door. “Oh.”
He nods to her without a word, and heads for the door, and Lenny reaches out, taking her hand gently.
“Sit, I’ll get you a drink,” he promises.
She gives him a smile, then - a real smile - and nods, before taking the seat next to her mother, who takes over where Lenny left off, taking her hand.
“We’re very glad you’re home, Miriam,” Rose tells her. “It’s a wonderful holiday surprise. I hope you’ll stay a while.”
“I…I have to get back in a few days,” she tells her. “I have work back in LA.”
“You can write here,” Lenny reminds her. “I grabbed your folders.”
Midge looks at him, surprised. “Oh.”
“We’ll stay however long you’d like to,” Lenny promises.
“But what about your family?” Midge argues, looking concerned.
“Kit’s good,” Lenny promises. “I’ve got a few weeks til New Years, which is her favorite.”
Midge beams. “Maybe I could go with you.”
“Or Kitty could come here,” Abe interjects. “I’m sure she and Ethan would get along.”
“She does love New York,” Lenny grins thoughtfully.
“Miriam, tell us all about Los Angeles!” Shirley insists, cutting in.
“Oh, yes!” Astrid chimes in. “I’ve only ever been once!”
“Is it too warm?” Moishe asks. “It seems like it would be too warm.”
As Midge starts to answer all of their questions, Lenny grins and makes her the drink he promised her.
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For Prime: What if a puppy somehow ended up at the base?
I wrote this as an imagine since I think it would work better as one. Fair warning, the dog in the story is a stray so they do talk about why people abandon dogs but the dog is fine.
Team Puppy
“Thanks for picking us up, I would have gotten soaked out there.” Raf said, staring through the window. “Still, the hike was fun until that point.”
“No problem.” Bee replied. The Base’s door opened and as they were driving though, a small puppy ran into the base.
Bee stopped in confusion once Raf left, knelt down to get a closer look.
“It’s a puppy!” Miko exclaimed. She picked the dog up.
“You’re not supposed to pick up dogs you don’t know.” Jack said. “It could…”
Jack’s warning was cut off by the puppy yawning. The puppy moved to a more comfortable position being held by Miko.
Raf laughed at that.
“Well, some dogs would bite.” Jack said, though he smiled.
“Are you sure? He seems pretty tame.” Bulkhead asked.
“Jack is right; some dogs are reactive to strangers. It doesn’t seem like he is though. I wonder if he has an owner?” Raf asked, tilting his head thoughtfully. The dog mimicked his action. Raf laughed at that. He checked but didn’t see a collar.
Jack walked closer and gently pet the dog. “Its fur is pretty matted up; maybe it’s a stray?”
“Wait… are you telling me that some people leave these creatures to fend for themselves?” Bee asked.
“Well sometimes.” Raf replied, “It’s not really fair.”
“I’ll go get something to feed the dog.” Jack said, looking where they keep the snacks, “None of these are really good for dogs.”
“Humans and dogs don’t eat the same food?” Smokescreen asked.
“No.” Jack said, “Some foods are good for both but it’s not quite the same.”
“I’ll give you a ride,” Bulkhead offered, “The rain hasn’t let up.”
As Jack and Bulkhead left, Optimus allowed a warm smile to appear on his face at how gently the children were taking care of this small being.
Jack and Bulkhead returned a few minutes later and the dog jumped right from Miko to the food. He drank the water just as Jack finished putting some in the bowl and ate the food quickly, spilling it at the end.
“What kind of scrapheap would abandon a dog like that?” Arcee asked, leaning backwards.
“People decide they can’t take care of them. Instead of taking them to a friend or shelter they just leave them, it’s not right.” Jack said.
The dog than started running around. Miko laughed. The dog got onto Ratchet’s table and grabbed a wrench.
“I needed that!” Ratchet shouted and went to grab the dog. He went to grab the dog but he turned sharply, causing Ratchet to miss.
Miko was filming it while Jack and Raf was trying to help catch the mischievous puppy.
Ultra Magnus calmly grabbed the dog while it ran past him. He then took the wrench. “You are not to take things that don’t belong to you.”
“Dogs don’t understand as much as people do.” Jack explained. The dog fell asleep.
Fowler came in a half hour later.. “So, bringing children into the mess wasn’t enough?”
“He entered the base on his own. We believe he is a stray.” Optimus said.
“Do you want me to find a home for it?” Fowler asked. “You are right, it looks like the dog has been on its own for months.” The puppy moved closer to Optimus.
“It looks like he wants to stay.” Wheeljack said.
“Well, that would be your choice. Puppies need a lot of care.” Fowler warned.
“We can teach them everything they need to know about taking care of a dog.” Jack said.
“Alright, I’ll check around if the dog is lost. If it is we’ll have to have to return him to his owners.” Fowler said.
- Weeks later-
There was no owner found.
“So, are you guys going to keep him?” Fowler asked.
“Yes, this puppy deserves a home and he seems to be doing well here.” Optimus said. He smiled watching Ultra Magnus pet the dog.
“You did well at ‘sit’ training today.” Ultra Magnus said to the dog.
“So what did you name it?” Fowler asked.
“Zoom, as he does enjoy running around.” Optimus said. With that Zoom woke up, let out a small bark and began running around. He ran to Fowler.
Fowler chuckled, “Looks like you’re staying here, Zoom; try to keep these Bots out of trouble will you?”
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Discord Thread:
Yaz and Dhawan Master clip part 2
@sclfmastery (Master) and @nickcagestrufflehog (Yaz)
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YAZ: The murmuring in Yaz's mind is jarring after so long, like a sentient intrusive thought, and she almost drops her spoon. When she'd traveled with that person that had been the Master but not—the Master-Doctor, maybe, she has to call them something in her head—Yaz had grown used to the half-silent conversations and floating threads of idea and rumination that had added to the frenetic ambience of the hijacked TARDIS.
It's not that it bothers her, per say. It's different, is all. And Yaz gets it to an extent—words can be hard. Plus, telling a telepathic being that they have to talk with their mouth seems a bit cruel anyway. Not to mention that, above all, she's been in the whirlwind that was (is?) the Master-Doctor trying to speak and keep his thoughts quiet at the same time. It had never seemed to go well for either of them.
"I don't mind," Yaz finally assures, bringing a spoonful of khichdi to her lips and savoring the familiar, aromatic scents of turmeric and ginger, among other things, before she takes a bite. "It's khichdi." And then: "Mung lentils and rice. My mum and gran used to make it for me when I was sick. Or it was cold out."
Comfort food. Yaz knows she needs it, and she figures that it can't hurt the Master, even if she isn't so bold as to tell him to try it. But still, how long had it been since someone had made him a meal? "You were right; your kitchen is stocked."
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MASTER: "Khichdi." He cups the fragrant dish in his hands. "...Right."
All at once the mercurial, hyper-kinetic mood has passed, and the Master is nearly catatonic. He draws his spoon in a circle around the rim of the bowl. It makes a high and oddly melodic scraping. I dunno if She needs you. She changed, I felt it. She doesn't need me. She, he, they. "Probably never did."
And that's just the problem, isn't it?
"Mn." Bright brown eyes narrow. " Got a. A. New best friend. Old? Dunno. Just someone good. Redhead. Someone they can release all the hurt and ugly with. I get glimpses. That was me once. The best friend. Not the first. Don't think anyone is ever the first with the Doctor. Like you said, 'her power.' She juuuuust, keeps accumulating us, ey? Then we're down in the gutter burnt by her comet-tail. They say, 'never check the blog of your ex.' That's assuming you can unplug, delete, the memories."
He begins to eat now. Slowly, then ravenously. Were he in a more lucid state , he might think to resume his telepathic murmurings, but instead he talks around his food.
"That's....that's assuming your ex doesn't define your every molecule." A mirthless, deeply sad little laugh, because it tries so hard to sound tickled, and he falls back into contemplation.
"There's no more point to me, Yaz. I can feel his joy and relief and I'm no part of it, save in absentia. I'm. I'm nothing. I'm void."
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YAZ: Yaz eats in silence apart from the gentle woosh of her breath every time she blows on a spoonful of the fragrant porridge to cool it down. She wants to let the Master talk—he certainly seems like he needs it—and she even tries to follow, but she doesn’t quite get all of it. How can she?
The Doctor had been her person for a few short years. Yaz had loved her; she still does, and she lives with that every single day.
But how many days of loving the Doctor have passed for the Master? Yaz has been thinking about it often since she left. Changed. The question forces its way into her thoughts just as much as worries, hopes, and wishes for the Doctor do.
She guesses that the answer is many. More days than Yaz could even dream of living.
And the Master, by his own admittance, spends those days defining himself by and through the Doctor. God, Yaz wants to believe she doesn’t understand that, but she would have done anything for that woman. Been anything for that woman.
When the Master’s finished talking, her own voice is a bit stilted as she tries to reassure: “You’re…you’re not nothing, Master. If you were nothing, I wouldn’t be here, talking to you. I see you.”
It feels cheesy to say, but she doesn’t know what wouldn’t. After a moment of shifting awkwardly where she’d sat on the floor, she asks, “Do you need more to eat?”
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MASTER: Koschei isn't the Master anymore, to the extent that hearing that name uttered in his direction startles him.
He looks up from the bowl--is it empty? He didn't notice, though he recalls now scraping the bottom of it with his spoon, ad infinitum. Maybe it's irritated her. He was always excessive in some way, for everyone but Theta Sig--
No.
Not their real name. Not even by Time Lord standards.
Still, imprecise as it is, it's the name he assigned The One long ago. So. Yeah. Excessively reticent, excessively ambitious, excessively intense, then something far darker, as years eloped and left him, for everyone but Theta Sigma.
"Dunno."
Another wheeze, to a forced grin. He's honest because it's all he has to fall back upon now, and present company does seem to like that.
"....You know, she did care for you. She did. I know, I was.... I was," a click of his tongue, tapping his temple, "up in there. Properly, same mind, for a...blissful moment or two. She loved you. It just. It doesn't stop her from staying...staying kinetic. Always. It's just who she is, it. Ehm."
There's no graceful way to clinch the thought, so he shrugs, and decides to offer the bowl to her, for more. He can show gratitude. He can show kindness, too. He can. It just doesn't come as naturally anymore, as it does for the Doctor.
"You don't have to believe me. I know you're one of the smarter ones she picked up, so you probably don't trust me. Good....good call."
He wrinkles his nose and affords a double thumbs-up, kicks his legs once and turns away, pursing his lips against a real, if bitter, smile, shaking his head. The smile turns slier.
"Honestly? I think you're her best earthie pal yet."
#Dhawan Master#Spymaster#Yasmin Khan#Doctor Who para rp#ok to reblog#i really am obsessed with how these two could have been)
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the scars we share.
genshin impact soulmate au | kazuha x reader, tomo x reader
chapter 4 : there we are again on that little town street
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Kaedehara Kazuha has always heard the whispers of the wind ever since he was a child.
It certainly took some time for him to figure out that his unusually heightened senses were not something that everyone had. Little Kazuha would insist that the wind’s murmuring all sorts of things into his ear, and his amused mother would simply pet him on the head with a laugh and dismiss it as a part of her son’s wild imagination.
Perhaps it was the Anemo Archon’s way of taunting the Shogun by blessing a child of Inazuma with a familiarity with the wind. Whatever reason the gods may have had to give him this ability, it had certainly helped him out in all sorts of situations.
Now, it’s not to say that he engages in actual conversations with the wind, but he’d describe this ability as more like the gentle breeze guiding him throughout his days. A constant nudge in the right direction, he could say.
And speaking of nudges in the right direction, Kazuha surmises that it is something that his dear friend desperately needs right now.
There was a subtle change. It was barely even noticable, and knowing how the people around him aren’t as familiar with the wind as he was, the silverette had to rely on his own knowledge and instincts to figure out what exactly had changed with his friend.
It’s not often that he fixates on any changes in emotions Tomohiko might be going through. Whether he was happier than usual because he finally got to eat his favourite dish, or he was a bit more irritated because some treasure hoarders decided to interrupt his afternoon nap that day, Kazuha would simply notice and immediately move on.
But when he sees his friend’s warm smile grow wider towards the little kitten he’s keeping in his nagagi, that small change in the air around him grows along with it. It didn’t take him too long to realize that his friend was feeling more fondness than usual.
And something tells him it’s not precisely because of the snow white kitten in his arms.
“You’re staring at me an awful lot, Kazuha,” Tomohiko’s voice breaks him out of his train of thought. He points at himself questioningly. “Something on my face?”
Kazuha merely smirks, coaxing Yuki to jump onto his crossed legs on the grass. “A suspiciously large smile.”
Tomohiko sighs, knowing immediately the implication behind Kazuha’s words. “What, I’m smiling at a cat, is it wrong for me to smile at a cat?” He wildly gestures to the kitten with both of his arms. “Look at how cute she is!”
“Did another pretty lady fall to your charms, perhaps?” Kazuha doesn’t even bother entertaining his friend’s poor attempt at changing the subject. Funnily enough, Yuki meows loudly, as if she was agreeing with him, and Tomohiko clicks his tongue in annoyance. He rests his elbow on his knee and places his cheek in his palm.
“Can’t believe you’re ganging up on me with my own cat,” he mutters, pouting lightly. “Does it matter anyway? They’re not my soulmate.”
Ah, so that’s why he didn’t bring it up with him.
He doesn’t miss the way Tomohiko is being very dismissive of the subject too, trying to shrug it off as something that doesn’t need to be talked about. But with how sulky his friend is being, something tells him that there was a lot more to this person than meets the eye.
“It seems to matter a lot,” Kazuha reassures, petting Yuki on the head. “Don’t you usually just flirt with the stall owners so they could give you a discount for your weekly food supply? Why does it bother you this time?”
For once, Tomohiko doesn’t immediately retort with a snarky comment. Which he always does whenever Kazuha is right on the nose about something, so whoever it is that’s on his mind now must be someone that’s left quite the impression on him. He’s worrying his bottom lip, most likely contemplating whether he should tell Kazuha or not.
He knows about Tomohiko’s situation with his soulmate mark, or lack thereof, for that matter. While his friend seems unbothered about it most of the time, Kazuha sees the fleeting glances he gives to other couples, and the yearning in his eyes when someone unexpectedly decides to flirt back. But it goes as quickly as it comes, and he makes it a point to not bring up soulmates around Tomohiko.
Kazuha felt the unspoken hurt rolling off of him in waves when he asked him about his soulmate mark once.
“Because… they’re not just someone I flirted with for the sake of buying something.”
“Oh?”
“A friend of a friend,” he adds vaguely, absentmindedly tracing circles into the grass. “They’re the one that found and named Yuki, in fact.”
“Ah, I see.” Kazuha gingerly lifts Yuki to his face, who lets out a confused mewl in response. “You’re both co-parenting this little one?”
“Would you please not put it like that?” he groans, though it sounded less out of annoyance and more out of embarrassment. He lies down on the grass and covers his face with his arm, but clearly he didn’t lie down fast enough to hide the growing blush on his face from Kazuha.
Normally, the silverette would absolutely love to take this rare opportunity to tease his travelling companion, because how often does the flirty Tomohiko get to be the flustered one instead? He opts to stay quiet however, waiting patiently for Tomohiko to say anything more about this mysterious person who had entered his life, knowing how difficult it is for him when it comes to this sort of thing. Yuki keeps meowing and purring to fill the silence.
“I didn’t even flirt with them when I first met them,” he finally says.
“The charming Tomohiko not flirting with someone? I must be dreaming.”
“Shush. They were feeding the animals under the big tree in Hanamizaka. I stopped by Yoimiya’s real quick for a chat, and that’s when I saw them.” Tomohiko lifts his arm to look up at the sky, the pink tint to his cheeks still evident.
“They were… infuriatingly pretty.”
He feels like he should’ve pestered Thoma and Ayato to meet you (and Ayaka, but mostly you) sooner. But he’s painfully reminded of the fact that nothing had changed since you both met each other that day, which clearly meant that fate had someone else for you in mind.
Still, that doesn’t stop him from thinking about your first meeting every once in a while. It wasn’t often that he felt so… drawn to someone at first sight, after all.
He was growing worried when he hadn’t seen Thoma in the city at all that day, and a brief visit to the Naganoharas’ shop had confirmed his suspicions that his friend was, indeed, taking a short break. Knowing how much Thoma loves taking care of the strays in Hanamizaka, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to take over his dear friend’s duties for the day. The strays surely must’ve been waiting for Thoma’s arrival, too, not knowing that he won’t be coming.
Imagine his surprise when he found that someone else had beaten him to it.
Call him cheesy, but it was hard to ignore the way the sakura petals falling from the huge tree in Hanamizaka floated mesmerizingly around you. You, who had smiled so affectionately at the cats and dogs begging for your attention. You, who cooed at them all with the sweetest, loveliest voice.
You, who looked absolutely ethereal to him in that moment.
He praises himself for not stuttering when he first spoke up, admiring the glow that the sun had casted on your surprised face for but a brief moment. It wasn’t until you turned away from him after what felt like eternity did he realize that the both of you had just stayed there, staring at each other in stunned silence. He takes in the rosy flush to your cheeks before awkwardly laughing and apologizing for startling you.
You were, undeniably, very cute.
And very, very boldly, he crouches down next to you and happily greets the strays that come to him, noting the way you visibly relax at the animals’ familiarity with him.
He feels like he should’ve seen you around the city before at some point if the animals were so comfortable around you. There was an odd sense of recognition in his chest despite being very sure that he has never seen you before (because if he has, he definitely wouldn’t have forgotten such a beautiful face).
With just a few words, he figures out that oh, you’re the childhood friend that Thoma and Ayato have talked about before. It fills him with some sort of… hope, knowing that he could potentially see you more often if you were friends with those two.
That tiny bit of hope was short-lived, however, the second he realized that nothing has changed in the past few minutes of meeting you.
Surely he would’ve felt some sort of ticklish tingle if a mark had appeared somewhere on his body, but there was none. Nor was there any shift in the air, or a newly formed connection between the two of you. You didn’t seem to be affected by anything, either.
His hopes were completely crushed when Goldilocks had pushed you down, and still, he felt nothing.
If the indescribable look on your face when he left with Yuki that day was anything to go by, then at the very least, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to hope that the disappointment he felt was mutual.
“Couldn’t you have, I don’t know… hurt yourself in some way to confirm?” Kazuha asks, breaking the solemn silence after Tomohiko had finished.
“I would’ve, but—“ Tomohiko traces his fingers over the faint scar on the bridge of his nose, a bittersweet smile on his face. “If they felt this before, then they would’ve known right away. But it seems like they didn’t, so there’s no point in trying.”
He says that, but the fact remains that Kazuha can still sense the ever growing infatuation he feels towards you amidst the hurt, unwavering even as he spoke of your first meeting, and it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. Kazuha doesn’t comment on it, as always.
Tomohiko stands up and stretches his limbs, patting away any dirt on his clothes and raising a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight. “Seems like it’s almost noon. Wanna come with to the city?”
“Hmm, what’s the occasion?” Kazuha lets Yuki hop off of his lap and into Tomohiko’s awaiting arms before rising to his feet.
“They’ve started decorating the city today for the Tanabata Festival.” Tomohiko puts Yuki in his nagagi, as always, making sure she was comfortable. “Pretty sure my friends are in the city to deal with the preparations too, so I thought I’d pay them a little visit. And if they’re there...”
He remains silent for a moment more, before shaking his head and smiling at Kazuha. A genuine smile, at that, along with another emotion that Kazuha can’t exactly pinpoint. He turns away before Kazuha could figure it out.
“I’ll introduce the two of you to each other.”
—
“You couldn’t have just dragged him out of his office for once?”
“You think he’d listen to me just because I’m his soulmate?”
Carefully, both you and Thoma finish hanging the lanterns on top of the teahouse, stepping down from the ladders you climbed to admire your work from afar. Despite the main festivities mostly taking place on Amakane, a lot of people from the Commission had figured that it wouldn’t hurt to decorate the main city a bit for those who have to work and can’t come to the small island.
And as much as you’d hate to admit it, one of those people is most likely going to be Ayato, included. It was nothing entirely new for the ever busy Commissioner, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to complain about one of your best friends’ possible absence again.
“What’s one day of missing work gonna do to his schedule, huh?” The two of you quickly put away the ladders in the teahouse, doing one final check on the decorations before leaving.
Thoma sighs, “You know exactly what it’d do to his schedule—“
“Don’t give me that excuse, it won’t cause a lot of harm in the long run!” You smack him lightly on the shoulder, as the two of you leave the vicinity of Komore Teahouse and make your way to the main streets. You see a lot of people from the Commission hard at work, decorating the streets and buildings as best as they can. They’re far from finished, but it was already looking quite festive.
“I get that Ayato’s the Commissioner and all, but we have staff back at the estate for a reason. Don’t tell me he plans on pulling another all-nighter to do his paperwork instead of taking a single day off?”
“I know, I know, it’s just…“ Thoma exhales exasperatedly, rubbing his neck. “It’s always hard to convince him, y’know? At least with Ayaka, we could use the whole peer pressure tactic with Yoimiya—“
“You didn’t have to call it that,” you laugh.
“But it’s true! Ayato is more… stubborn. You know how he is, you’ve known him for longer than I have.”
“Yeah, but you know him better than I do,” you point out. “Aren’t you tired of feeling his stress all the time? He’s pretty good at hiding it, but I don’t need the soulmate connection that you have to know that his work takes a toll on him.”
Thoma remains silent, a contemplative look washing over his face. The two of you finally arrive at Shimura’s for your lunch break, ordering your respective meals and catching up with Shimura before he brings up your previous discussion.
“I’ll try to convince him, but I can’t guarantee any results,” he starts, thanking Shimura for the food before turning back to you. “With that said… you sure you’re okay with being a fifth-wheel?”
You scoff at that, “I’ve been your fifth-wheel for years, I’m used to it. It’s not like you guys actively leave me out or anything.”
“Doesn’t mean that you don’t feel lonely when you’re with us,” Thoma retorts, “I can tell, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, you and your empathetic nature. Listen, even if I do feel a bit lonely sometimes, it has nothing to do with you guys.“ You pat him on the shoulder with a reassuring smile. “As long as I see that you’re all happy, that’s enough for me, alright?”
And you genuinely mean it. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t yearn to meet your soulmate when the rest of your friends already have, but they really aren’t to be blamed for your current lack of a partner. So what if it took you a bit longer than them to find your other half? They’re still your closest friends, and they still love you, regardless.
You’re both halfway through your own bowls of tonkotsu ramen when Thoma speaks up again. “You know…”
“Uh-huh…”
You know that tone in Thoma’s voice.
“What if we made it a triple date, and you came to the festival with Tomo, hmm?” he finishes, smirking teasingly.
“Oh come on, Thoma…” You avert your gaze from Thoma’s stare, knowing for sure that your cheeks are already warming up at his suggestion. “I barely know the guy.”
“But you guys totally hit it off! And you’ve only seen each other a total of, what, three times?” Thoma scoots closer to you, seemingly persistent on pairing you up with his friend. “You don’t have to see it as a date, if that’s what you’re worried about. You can just go as friends, no? Get to know each other better during the festival.”
You frown at him. “But what if he’s not comfortable with it?”
“He stares at you with the softest look in his eyes whenever you’re too busy petting Yuki to notice, and you’re telling me he’s uncomfortable with you?” he scoffs. “If anything, I thought he’d make you uncomfortable with how flirty he can be sometimes.”
You continue eating silently, unsure of how to react to the new information. If Thoma can see the tips of your ears turning red, he doesn’t say anything about it.
“Look, I know eventually you’ll have to find your soulmate, and forget about…” He makes a vague gesture with his hands. “Whatever you had with Tomo. But I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to indulge yourself for just a short while. Who says you can’t have a relationship or two before meeting your soulmate? It’s extra experience.”
“You make it sound like I should just date Tomo for the sake of ‘experience’.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, stop twisting my words!” He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as his voice takes on a more serious tone. “Besides, you like him too, don’t you?”
How could you not? It’s bad enough that Tomohiko had quite the pretty face, but you could tell right away that he’s a very caring and gentle soul. You trust Thoma and Ayato enough to know that they wouldn’t have befriended him in the first place if he was a horrible person in some way.
Still, you find yourself being grateful for Thoma’s input. Because if there was one thing you’ve noticed recently, it was the obvious lack of pain from your other half. You’ve lived through at least twenty years without having any luck in finding your soulmate, and not feeling any kind of pain from them currently would only make them even harder to find. You’d provoke them with repeatedly pinching yourself if you were feeling spiteful enough, but if it didn’t work in the past then it definitely wouldn’t work now. It’s safe to assume that you probably won’t find your soulmate for a while.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, you place your chopsticks into your now empty bowl. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
—
Kazuha is nervous.
Tomohiko’s surprised at himself for even noticing it at all, because although Kazuha is an open book most of the time, he’s the type to hide any concerns he might have to avoid having someone else worry about him too.
But he notices. He was busy chatting away, filling the silence between them both as he admires the decoration around the city all the while looking for his friends, when he notices Kazuha’s half-hearted responses.
“They sure put in a lot of effort in decorating, huh?”
“…Yeah.”
“Should we eat at Uyuu Restaurant for lunch after this?”
“…Sure.”
“Do you think they’d let any cats in?”
“Mm…”
It was then he realizes that Kazuha’s no longer walking beside him. He looks back and sees his companion not far behind, to his relief. Though his gaze is, for some reason, directed to the ground in front of him. The further they get into the city, the more Kazuha’s footsteps falter and the more his face scrunches up ever so slightly.
“What’s wrong, Kazuha?”
Kazuha remains uncharacteristically silent, staring at the ground for a moment longer before shaking his head and smiling at Tomohiko.
“Nothing. You were saying?”
Tomohiko raises a brow skeptically. He promotly looks down at the ground to see what Kazuha was so fixated on, but the cobblestone path underneath their feet was the same as ever.
He turns to Kazuha once again, “What’re you so nervous about?”
“I’m not nervous, I’m not sure what makes you think that.”
Tomohiko sighs to himself. Whatever it is that’s bothering Kazuha, he’d have to coax it out of him another time. Something tells him that Kazuha wasn’t going to let out his problems so easily.
Regardless, he takes a guess anyway. “Are you nervous about meeting them? They’re pretty nice, so there’s nothing to worry about, really. You’re normally okay with new people, aren’t you?”
Kazuha smiles at him again, but it comes out as more of a grimace, if anything. What the heck was up with him?
“Oh, Tomo! You’re here today!”
Looking away from Kazuha, he sees Thoma waving at him enthusiastically from in front of Shimura’s restaurant, and he waves back. He probably just finished eating, from the looks of it.
And if he was here, then that could mean—
“Ah, Tomohiko!”
You stepped out from behind Thoma, raising a hand in greeting as you swat away the blond’s arm that was not-so-subtly elbowing you playfully.
“Hey there,” he greets when you eagerly approach him, smiling sweetly at Yuki who was mewling so happily at the sight of you.
“And hello to you too, cutie.” You carefully take the kitten out of his nagagi, and Tomohiko prays that you either don’t notice, or purposefully ignore the growing blush on his face. He’s well aware that you were referring to Yuki, but he couldn’t help himself from getting flustered anyway with how close you got to him.
“And here I was, thinking you’d be excited to see me instead of our little cat child for once.” He fakes a sigh of disappointment.
“Who says that the ‘cutie’ wasn’t directed towards you, instead?”
“Thoma!”
Both men burst into laughter as your own face begins turning red, redirecting your gaze to the kitten in your arms begging for your attention.
But then you notice the figure standing behind Tomohiko.
—
Kazuha wishes you didn’t.
He doesn’t know why it took him so long to realize, but he realizes a little too late who exactly was the person that had gained his friend’s affections. He had been racking his mind for the past few minutes for any sort of lame excuse he could’ve used to get out of this predicament, just so he could ponder on what he should do a bit longer.
But he could sense Tomohiko’s growing suspicion, and you have already seen him now, so it was too late for him to turn back.
“Who’s this, Tomo?”
Tomohiko lets out a sound of surprise, suddenly remembering why he came here in the first place. “Right, I’ve been wanting to introduce him to you guys for a while now! He’s my travelling partner.”
He steps aside, nudging Kazuha to come closer and he reluctantly does so, managing a shaky yet polite smile towards you and Thoma. Though you return his smile, you stare back at him in concern. He’s looking at you somewhat expectantly, as if he was waiting for you to say something.
You’d think he was waiting for you to introduce yourself first before him, but something in his crimson eyes was telling you that it’s not an introduction that he wants.
Just when you were about to break the awkward silence, he suddenly speaks up.
“My name is Kaedehara Kazuha. But just ‘Kazuha’ will suffice… It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
He smiles, once more.
And says nothing about the bright red string connecting both of your pinkies.
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Isabela Analysis
Like with the Mirabel Analysis, I’m trying to write Isabela and some things aren’t quite adding up for me. Mainly, why does she think her marrying Mariano will benefit the family? So!
The most obvious reason is because Abuela said it would, however Isabela is 21 so she surely has some idea of how the world works and therefore ideas about what the family stands to gain from her marrying the guy.
Economics? The Guzmans are supposed to be the Madrigals’ equals when it comes to status, they don’t have magic, so they must have money. I have my own theories about how the economy works in the Encanto, but clearly the Madrigals are able to buy things. We know this because they have customized plates. Even if the artist who made the plates is happy to give the labor for free, the materials would still cost money. I like to think that the Encanto is a very progressive community, but it’s hard to escape all forms of prejudice, so I assume there’s still the expectation that women will run the home and men will work to provide. Agustín wears suits, so it’s safe to say he is able to bring in the money to pay for that, and Félix is shown to be highly charismatic, which lends itself to business. I have my own theories about their incomes, but I’ll save those for fanfic. The point is, it looks to me that both Julieta and Pepa married men who could provide for them and their family. As the eldest daughter in the family, Isabela could see it as her duty to do the same.
Children? Abuela talks about children a lot and seems excited when Dolores says Mariano wants five babies. Ignoring all my musings about the economics, the Madrigals prize their miracle above all else. Not one, but three of the grandchildren (including Isabela) were ready to risk their life to save the candle. Abuela believes, and likely taught the family, that “work and dedication will keep the miracle burning”. Supposedly, in order to keep the miracle, they need little workers. Isabela could see it as not just her duty, but all of their duties, to pop out more kids to feed the miracle. But why force herself to marry Mariano? Why not just wait until she falls in love? I’ll tell you why!
The gay thing? This one is very gay straight forward. I think Isabela is into women, and has never felt attracted to a man before. She thinks she needs to make kids, and you can’t do that with two scissors, so she thinks she has to marry a man. Mariano is nice, they get along well enough, he makes the family happy, so she may as well marry him.
Conclusion: My main take away is that Isabela wants to be useful to her family. It’s not a character trait I see explored a lot, but her efforts to be perfect are all about what’s best for the familia. There has to be some reason she doesn’t grow food, maybe magically grown food doesn’t have enough time to absorb nutrients or flavor. This could leave her in a surprisingly similar place as Mirabel; she can’t heal people, can’t reroute the river in a day, can’t water the crops, so what can she do for her family? She can be perfect, that’s what. She can strike a pretty enough pose to land a kind, well off husband. This makes the song “What Else Can I Do” not just about letting yourself just be yourself, but also discovering that you have more to contribute than just being pretty. Throughout the song she displays an expertise in plants of all kind, wields her vines as tools, and ends the song by making pigments, something that can be sold for a pretty penny. Like Mirabel discovers she’s capable of bridging gaps through the power of communication, Isabela discovers she’s capable of doing so much more than just growing flowers for decoration.
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LOVE QUIDDITCH: Chapter III
Pairing: Gryffindor!Kim Seokjin x Slytherin!Reader
Summary:
“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.
Chapter I
Chapter II
“Please go to Hogsmeade with me!” I jumped from the couch as Jimin appears suddenly in front of me. His eyes were shining with excitement and he was bouncing on his feet, ‘Please go to Hogsmeade with me’ repeating over and over again. He couldn’t keep it in any longer as he began jumping up and down. His hands waving around like he was trying to convince me to go somewhere else.
“Jimin, I told you no!” I say exasperatedly, “I have a lot going on right now. Besides, I can’t forget what you did to me yesterday.” I sigh and went back to my reading.
I could feel Jimin huff but he doesn’t leave me alone, instead, he goes to sit next to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What happened yesterday? All I remember was you kicking some ass at yesterday’s practice.” He laughs a little before continuing, “I mean how could I possibly have forgotten? That was pretty epic! I still can’t believe that you actually hit Jin with a Bludger.” He shook his head in disbelief.
My face flushed a little bit remembering the events from yesterday. ‘I guess you could say it was kind of epic.’ The memory played through my head as if I had just seen it.
‘I can’t wait to be yours.’
I feel myself blushing as I remember Seokjin’s words. I pulled the book closer to my face to hide my redden cheeks from Jimin.
‘It seems I won’t be able to get rid of that man anytime soon, huh?’ I thought bitterly, remembering how much he was distracting me.
“Why are you blushing?” Jimin said teasingly, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“No reason! Shut up, you idiot!” I pushed him off the couch and stood up, making my way towards the gloomy Slytherin staircase.
“Wait!” Jimin yelled, standing up from the couch quickly following after me, “Come on, (y/n)!” I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my wrist tightly, “Just come on! Please!” Jimin pleaded, looking into my eyes with puppy dog eyes.
“Just us two?” I questioned, giving him a look.
“Of course! But please, (y/n)?” Jimin said while pouting even more.
“Fine!” I said reluctantly, not wanting to hurt Jimin’s feelings.
Jimin squealed happily before dragging me to Hogsmeade.
We walked together towards our favorite shop, Honeydukes. I felt myself smiling at the sight of the store, it reminded me of the first day I met Jimin and he bought me all the sweets he promised he would. It has been such a wonderful memory for me.
The Three Broomsticks is also the last place I ever wanted to end up in.
Jimin always insisted we go inside the pub every time we went to the village.
When we arrived, he dragged me inside and we made our way over to the table where he ordered himself and I a Butterbeer. We sat together waiting for our drinks. As we waited we looked around the room taking everything in. The atmosphere was quite different than when Jimin and I would go in here. The smell of alcohol was slightly stronger, as well as the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen downstairs.
“Hey, idiots.” Yoongi called from behind us causing both Jimin and I to look at him confused.
He was smirking evilly while holding a bottle of Firewhiskey.
“YOONGI!” Jimin yelled excitedly. I smiled at Yoongi’s actions and followed suit.
Yoongi chuckled loudly as he poured the drink and handed it over to Jimin who started chugging it down in seconds, clearly not thinking it would taste good.
“So what brings you both here?” Yoongi asked, sipping on his drink.
“Well, it’s Sunday. It’s so boring in the Slytherin common rooms, and I had to drag Ms. Killjoy over here.” Jimin grinned while pointing at me, I glared at him which caused him to giggle in response. “Plus, she was bored too. So we decided to come to Hogsmeade and make ourselves happy.” Jimin continued while pointing at me with emphasis this time.
“I was not bored. I was happy being alone.” I mumbled and sipped on my Butterbeer.
“You know, we’ve been friends forever. When have I ever let you spend time alone?” Jimin asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Fair point.”
“You idiots are hopeless.” Yoongi shook his head, “You know you’d never be by yourself again. Right, (y/n)?” Yoongi said nudging my side with his elbow. I tried hiding my blush by taking another sip of my butterbeer, only to spit it out at the sound of his name.
“JIN!” Jimin screamed out across the room, causing everyone to turn and look in our direction.
Seokjin appeared from out of nowhere. Looking incredibly handsome in dark robes.
I hid behind my butterbeer and peeked around to see the guy who had taken a liking to me. His eyes scanning the room before finally falling on us, sending chills down my spine. His piercing gaze was making my skin crawl and I felt very self conscious.
Seokjin’s eyes scanned over my body from top to bottom slowly and lingering. He sent me a small smile but it didn’t help at all. My stomach flipped and my body temperature rose at the same pace.
I quickly turned back around and focused my attention on Jimin. I took another swig from my butterbeer. I didn’t dare to look back towards Jin because I knew that I would end up losing whatever courage I had left if I did.
“What’s up with her?” Yoongi asked quietly, nodding towards me, “She looks kinda nervous.”
I was about to snap at him when I heard the familiar sound of a throat clearing. My head whipped up and my eyes met those of the gorgeous man in question. His dark brown hair was styled neatly to one side, leaving the rest to flow freely. His jaw was tight as he stared at me. His expression softening almost immediately as our eyes connected. A soft smirk graced his lips and I could feel my heart skip a beat.
Seokjin cleared his throat again catching our attention once again. I swear I felt my face burn and Jimin giggled at my reaction.
”Hello, everyone!” Jin exclaimed.
Jimin, who was sitting across me, moved to the other chair to give the seat to Seokjin. So now this guy is sitting across from me, and Jimin across Yoongi. Great. Just great.
“Thank you, Jimin, you really didn’t have to do that.” Seokjin smiled kindly at him. He seemed to notice how flustered I was becoming and started looking down at me with a frown on his face.
“Oh, yes I did!” Jimin insisted.
“No, he’s right, you didn’t have to.” I said quietly and Jimin gave me a teasing look.
“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Seokjin’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yeah…” I muttered shyly, avoiding eye contact.
“Anyway!” Jimin suddenly said excitedly, cutting off any further conversation. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing great. I have a little bruise on my rib from the bludger.” Seokjin pointed at his torso.
I felt bad, remembering the bludger incident when we were flying. Seokjin wasn’t lucky enough to avoid that hit. “Sorry,” I mumbled quietly. I wasn’t sure why but I was feeling slightly guilty for hitting him, despite the fact that I knew it was an accident.
“It’s okay,” Seokjin smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t mind getting hit by you.” He added.
My cheeks heated up again and my heart skipped a beat. Why is he making my heart race so much? This isn’t happening!
“What are you? A masochist?” Yoongi spoke, making Seokjin chuckle lightly. “And stop teasing her, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Yoongi said while glaring at Seokjin, obviously trying not to laugh himself.
Suddenly, Seokjin placed his hand under my chin, making me look at him straight on, forcing my gaze into his. He brought my chin closer towards his face. He lowered his eyes to meet mine, locking eyes with me.
His stare held so many emotions. He looked at me like someone important to him. Like I was his whole world. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I snatched Yoongi’s Firewhiskey bottle out of his hands, chugged the entire thing down in one shot and placed the empty bottle on the table. I then proceeded to stand up from my seat. Before I could walk away, Seokjin’s hands gripped onto my wrist stopping me from going any further.
“Where are you going?” He asked worriedly.
“To the toilets, I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t go anywhere else.” He whispered before letting go of my wrist.
WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?
I stood still staring at him for a few moments after hearing his words, my heart starting to pound faster. I walked past him, ignoring him completely and headed into the hallway.
As I entered the washroom, I quickly grabbed some water and splashed it over my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment, trying to calm my nerves. What just happened? How can he do this to me?! What is wrong with him?
I walked back out, and I noticed two additional guests on our table.
Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. The sweethearts of Hufflepuff house.
They were laughing together happily, probably sharing some funny story. Taehyung must of been telling Jimin because he was laughing along with him, looking extremely entertained.
They must have noticed me looking at them, or at least Hoseok did since he looked directly at me with a smile on his face. He waved at me. I smiled at him, waving back politely and made my way over to their table. They stopped laughing abruptly when they saw I was coming, their expressions changing from confused to surprised. I sat back down.
“Hey.” Hoseok greeted.
Taehyung just nodded at me. “Is it true you and Jin are dating?” He asked curiously.
“Huh?” I looked confused as I glanced at Hoseok who was smirking.
“We heard he’s your boyfriend.” Taehyung replied smugly.
Wait...what?
“Um...no. That’s not true. We’re not dating.” I explained frantically. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realised what just came out of my mouth.
“Not yet, anyway.” Seokjin chuckled. Yoongi and Jimin were also watching us amusedly and Hoseok was chuckling quietly.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I glared at him, glaring daggers.
Seokjin shrugged his shoulders innocently.
“So you haven’t kissed yet…” Taehyung teased.
I shook my head angrily at him, “I am not kissing anyone! You guys are crazy if you think I would ever even think of doing such a thing to him. Don’t make me laugh, because right now, that sounds like the most ridiculous thing I have ever thought you had suggested. Have you gone insane? Who does he think I am, some kind of animal?!”
Hoseok rolled his eyes, “You act like there’s anything wrong with kissing.”
“Well, obviously there’s something wrong with kissing!” I retorted furiously, causing Taehyung and Hoseok to burst out into laughter.
“Okay, okay! Calm down!” Seokjin placed his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you being like this?” He asked seriously.
“Like what?!”
“So defensive.”
“Because I am.”
Seokjin looked at me for a second longer as if he wanted to say something. Instead he simply let out a loud sigh and shook his head.
“Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough.” Yoongi said. “Let’s play Exploding Snap. I thought we’re here to have fun.” He grinned slyly.
They all groaned loudly as Yoongi began shuffling the deck of cards in his hand, placing a card on top of it. We all got seated around the table and began playing Exploding Snap. It felt weird playing a game with these people when I barely know them, except for Jimin and Yoongi.
Soon, we were joined by Namjoon and Jungkook who decided to come eat dinner at The Three Broomsticks while they watch us play.
Sometime in the night, the alcohol I had consumed wore off and I found myself sobering up significantly. However, the effects weren’t permanent and I remained relatively drunk throughout the evening. And every time that happened, Seokjin would be there for me; checking up on me whenever I would get tipsy, or offering me some water. As we continued to play Exploding Snap, I eventually got tired and fell asleep leaning against Seokjin who wrapped his arms around me. The others all watched us, amused by how clingy I’d become with Seokjin, but none of them said anything. Even though it was embarrassing, I knew I needed the comfort and warmth. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt comfortable enough to lean against another person. So that’s exactly what I’ve done – leaning against Seokjin.
Chapter I
Chapter II
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