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There was the slightest brush against his glowing fingertip, and he sucked in his breath. He extended his finger, reaching, and hit soft resistance, like he was pressing against someone else’s finger.
My first crack at Lokius with a New Year's ficlet. It's also my first digital art with the tablet I got for Xmas! I had this image as a pencil sketch in my notebook for a few weeks, and I thought it'd be a good first digital drawing. The story grew in my head as I drew. A good way to wrap the year.
#loki series#lokius#loki x mobius#fan art#loki fanfic#loki fanart#loki laufeyson#mobius m mobius#my fic#my art#digital art#mcu loki#SofScribbles#sof's scribbles#loki season 2#spoilers#loki spoilers
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Under Threat
Oopsie... more Kavetham with inspiration from cute anon hehe~
Work is kicking my butt lately so I have had less creativity flowing through me when it comes to proper fics, I apologise!
Warnings: It’s a tickle fic???
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Summertime in Sumeru meant hot and humid temperatures. Most city dwellers would flock to the nearby lakes or Port Ormos to cool off. All except the Scribe, who was a serial napper and ‘I am going to stay indoors’ when it came to this type of weather. Though, his roommate Kaveh was also suffering due to the extreme temperatures, having shed most of his outfit off at this point and spread himself across the couch, his legs and feet invading Alhaitham’s personal space, who in retaliation also laid across from him and placed his own feet in Kaveh’s lap.
It was no secret to a select few in Sumeru that there was something more between them, but they are both too stubborn to admit it.
“This position is making me feel hotter… get your legs off me…” Kaveh whined, nudging at Alhaitham’s feet in his lap.
“I am just returning the favour, seeing as you sprawled yourself out over me first.”
“You are a pain…”
“A pain you continue to be affectionate with?” Alhaitham smirked as Kaveh gave him the middle finger lazily, covering his pink face with his other hand.
The Scribe chuckled to himself and gently squeezed Kaveh’s ankle, meaning for it to be a gentle gesture. That is until the blond shrieked and kicked his leg into Alhaitham’s chest.
“W-What was that for!? I… don’t do that!!” The architect sat up in a huff, his face now red as he pouted.
“Huh…? Is that… not supposed to be affectionate…? I… oh.” Alhaitham, having caught on, began to scribble his fingers slowly over Kaveh’s soft ankles.
“H-Hey! Aaaahhh!!! S-Stahahahahaap!!!” The blond’s reaction was immediate, throwing himself back onto the couch, squealing and giggling, trying to kick Alhaitham. “Y-You know better than t-to tihihickle meehehehehee!!!”
“Ah, but I have never tested this spot before… I know your feet are ticklish though.” Alhaitham teases, he gets a tighter grip on Kaveh’s ankle and traces his nails along the soft soles. The sound Kaveh made could have possibly shattered a window, and it certainly caused Mehrak to jump up from its spot by the door, making a little angry face at Alhaitham.
“Look your weird toolbox is mad, be quiet or the neighbours will hear us~”
“A-ALHAITHAAAHAHAHAHAM!!!!” Kaveh squirmed and kicked his legs as the assault on his soles and ankles continued, if he wasn’t already feeling the heat from the weather then he was definitely feeling it now. His face red with embarrassment and laughter, and his legs were in a firm trap, Alhaitham having wrapped his own around them to keep him in place.
“Whhhheeheheheeheheyyyyyyyy!!! MEHRAK HEHEHEHEELLLPP!!”
The poor toolbox was confused, looking back and forth between the two, eventually deciding that nothing was needed doing and it reverted back to its sleep-state. “Heh, looks like it doesn’t think you’re under any threat.” Alhaitham continued to spider his fingers along Kaveh’s soles.
“I AM UNDER THREAT! I AM UNDER THREEEAHAHAHAHAHT!!!”
Kaveh began jerking his entire body to try and escape the younger man's grip to no avail, picking up a pillow instead and smacking him with it while the ticklish sensations continued to travel up his legs from his feet. It was becoming too unbearable and he was getting desperate, why did his feet have to be so sensitive? Stupid Alhaitham with his stupid smirk on his face and his stupid strength because he secretly isn’t a feeble scholar…
Kaveh made a squeaking sound as Alhaitham focused on his arches, “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEERREEE!!! F-Fuck off you ass!!” Through his tears of laughter the older genius finally realised he could start to tickle Alhaitham’s feet in return as they were right there wrapped around him.
“T-Take this!” Kaveh weakly began to scribble the scribe’s soles in return, earning a soft chuckle from the younger man.
“Quihit that~” Alhaitham’s feet weren’t as ticklish as Kaveh but he could feel his grip loosening on his senior.
“N-No! Stop tickling me and I-I will stop tickling you!” Kaveh huffed, weakly trying to retaliate. He then suddenly had a wonderful idea… “Mehrak! Mehrak I am under threat! Get Alhaitham for me!” Kaveh pleaded with his toolbox companion who was idle on the floor, it perked up upon hearing its name called and made a curious emote on its small screen. “Mehrak grab his hands!”
Alhaitham found himself quickly restrained by Mehrak’s telekinetic abilities, leaving him highly vulnerable, “K-Kaveh… What is this? Don’t… Don’t even think about it….”
“Don’t even think about what?”
“I am not falling for that… Do. Not. Tickle. Me.” Alhaitham tried to sound serious but his little smile was giving it away. Kaveh knows Alhaitham can be more ticklish when he is unable to stop it, so now was the perfect opportunity.
“Ah sorry my age must be affecting my hearing!” Kaveh teased before gently scritching the underside of Alhaitham’s toes. He immediately lets out a half covered snort and can’t help but kick his legs softly, “K-Kaveh! Pff- hnng- ugh stahap!” A soft squeak comes out as Alhaitham feels himself getting warmer, probably just from the hot summer day- definitely not the tickling. Kaveh’s nails were exploring other areas of his feet now and he couldn't hold it much longer, it also didn’t help that his arms were currently being restrained by his roommate's weird suitcase.
“K-Kaveheheh… s-stop that! Pff- Nohohoho!” The ticklish feeling on his arches now were becoming too much and a few soft squeaks escaped the younger man's mouth, he desperately tries to free his hands from Mehrak to cover his face but the telekinesis is strong.
“Nuh-uh Alhaitham~ No trying to escape now, not until I hear a proper laugh!” The blond softly rakes both of Alhaitham’s feet, the sensations traveling from his feet and through his whole body are too much and he finally gives in.
“Pfffff- NAHAHAHAAA STAHAHAAAP!! Heheheheheh! Quihihit ihihit K-Kaveehhehehh!!!” The Scribe can only throw his head back and let out a raspy laugh with the occasional squeak, much to his dismay and Kaveh’s delight, “Aw is my junior a bit sensitive? Tickle tickle tickle!” The architect teases as he continues his ticklish attack on Alhaitham’s feet.
“K-Kaveh I swear hahaha- Ahhh! D-Dohohohon’t!!” Alhaitham feels Kaveh’s fingers make their way up the back of his leg to his knees, “KAVEH Dooooon’t!!!!!”
“He finally gives in! I knew you loved it when I tickle you~”
“AHAHAHA! NOOOHHOHOHOO!”
“Ah-ha-hah- yes don’t you mean?” Kaveh smirks as he gets to see this softer and less restrained side of Alhaitham.
“AAAH!! OKAY OKAY!!! I GIVE I GIHIHIHIHIIIVE!!!”
Kaveh seems to snap back into the reality that it is a really hot day, not realising how red and sweaty the two of them have become on the couch. He lets the scribe go and commands Mehrak to release his arms, of which Alhaitham immediately brings down to wipe his bangs out of his face. Kaveh can’t help but blush and think how good Alhaitham looks when his hair isn’t covering his eyes…
“Ah… heh sorry, but it was nice to have the upper hand in a tickle fight for once~”
“You cheated… using your stupid toolbox…”
“Hey! Mehrak is not stupid! Don’t make me get it again so I can tickle you elsewhere!”
Alhaitham tossed one of the cushions at Kaveh’s head, “Not on a day like this… jeez I am sweating so much, I think a cold shower is in order… ugh.”
“Well, this is what you get for tickling me! You should have known better than to start this on a day like today…”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be so ticklish.”
“Hey!”
#genshin impact tickling#kaveh#alhaitham#tickling#kavetham#haikaveh#genshin impact#tickle fic#lee!kaveh#lee!alhaitham#ler!kaveh#ler!alhaitham#and i guess mehrak counts as a ler in a way#what a sneaky suitcase
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That last line in TEG absolutely KILLED me. So I decided to write a series of Locklyle one-shots, to heal my poor broken unsatisfied heart.This one takes place somewhere between TCS and TEG. Enjoy!:) I posted this on Fanfiction.net as well, so you can check it out. It's called Moments in Time and by username is MissPotts01.
Lucy Carlyle was having a really hard time not falling in love with Anthony Lockwood.
It wasn't his good looks that did her in, (though they certainly were an added bonus). She pretended not to notice her heart do backflips everytime a lock of his dark hair would fall into his eyes, or the way he'd flash his special smile at her, successfully making her forget all logic. Or the way he threw back his head and laughed at something George said/did, making her wish she could bottle the sound and listen to it whenever she wanted.
It wasn't even because of the suave, confident disposition that was his leadership. Or the quiet, calm way he inspired his team's confidence and gave them the strength to believe in themselves. Or the way he'd congratulate everyone individually on a job well done after a case was closed. His charm, his witty remarks, his charismatic smile were all trademarks of just him being Lockwood and were all enough on their own to give her butterflies.
But they weren't the reason why she was having a hard time preventing him from living rent-free in her head.
No. That was because of a very simple reason:-
Lockwood saw her as a person first and an agent second.
Ever since she was a little girl, her abilities as an agent had always been given top priority. Especially by her family. According to her mother, Lucy's primary existence revolved around solving the best cases, bringing in lots of money and generally being the best agent there ever was.
Even at the cost of her own safety.
It's not that she had ever resented her Talent, (she wouldn't know who she was without it) but sometimes she really wished her mother would try to have a conversation with Lucy Carlyle her daughter, rather than Lucy Carlyle, the agent. Her sisters weren't so bad, but there was such a wide chasm between her and them, that it seemed impossible and completely useless to try and cross it. Packing her bags and coming to London, had probably been the best decision she'd ever made. Here, she found a family.
And Lockwood.
She scowled. It was eleven thirty in the morning, (early by her standards) and she just couldn't get him out of her head. For crying out loud, the day had only just begun!
"Something wrong, Luce?" asked Lockwood, peering over the top of his newspaper. They were sitting at the breakfast table, rested from a night's sleep after a particularly gruelling case. George, was scribbling something in his research notes, and inhaling one jelly doughnut after the other, Holly was looking at him with mild disdain, as she daintily sipped her cup of tea.
And Lockwood?
Ah, Lockwood. Well, he was looking right at her.
"Luce?" He asked, his eyes probing, "Are you okay?"
Belatedly, Lucy realized Lockwood had asked her a question. Flushing bright red, she gulped down her scalding hot tea.
"Just fine." she said, sneaking a glance at Holly and George, to see if they were paying attention to the conversation. (They weren't. Holly was delicately broaching the topic of civilized eating with George, who was clearly not listening to a word she was saying.)
Lockwood raised his eyebrows. "Is that why you're scowling at your breakfast?"
She flushed a deep, beet root red. Ah. So he had caught that.
"Oh, just thinking about things." she said flippantly. Getting out of here would probably be a good idea. She could never think logically when Lockwood was shooting her one of his 'searching' looks.
She grabbed her plate and cup, rinsed them in the sink and all but dashed out of the kitchen, all while feeling the intensity of Lockwood's gaze on her.
The warm afternoon sunshine was making her sleepy. She was sitting out in the garden, drawing soft, languid strokes across her sketchbook. First came the strong, defined jawline, the angular cheekbones, the megawatt smile, tousled hair, there was no mistake:- she was drawing Lockwood.
"Is that supposed to be me?" asked a voice behind her.
She jumped a foot in the air, and whirled around. Lockwood was standing there, no tie, shirt sleeves rolled up, looking more relaxed than she'd ever seen him.
"Yes," she said, suddenly remembering that he'd asked her a question.
"It's really good." He smiled at her, soft, slow and hesitant, the one he reserved just for her. "You're really good, Luce."
She flushed as red as a tomato at his praise. (Was she doomed to forever resembling a tomato when he was around?)
"If it's okay with you," (he rubbed the back of his neck) "I would-" (now he was messing with his hair) "-really love to see more of your sketches."
Oh.
It's not that she didn't want to show him. She did! He was the first person she would have shown all her work to if...he weren't the centre of nearly every artwork she'd done.
She opened her mouth, prepared to decline and make up some excuse which he'd never believe, when suddenly-
"Yes."
Had she actually said that? No, she hadn't. The wind was messing with her hearing.
Except, there was no wind.
Which meant...she'd just agreed to letting Lockwood see her sketches.
Lockwood on the other hand, seemed unaware of the inner turmoil in Lucy's head, because he was already stretching out a long quick fingered hand for her sketchbook-
-and wordlessly, Lucy seemed to be handing it to him.
She watched him flip through the pages, and felt something akin to a very strong and intense feeling blooming in her chest. What that feeling was she had no idea. Well, she had some idea but she was trying not to think about that. All she knew was she felt extreme happiness when he was around, felt joy when he noticed little things about her and felt pleasantly surprised when he wanted to know more about her, the person rather than her agent persona. She felt special when he chose to confide in her, and while their experience on The Other Side had severely scarred them, she wouldn't change a thing about it. It had forged an irrefutable bond between them which she'd rather kiss a Raw-bones than break.
Love.
The unfamiliarity of the word struck her as odd, since the person who it was associated with felt like home.
She was incomparably, irrevevocably, completely and utterly in love with him.
The realization wasn't as jarring as she thought it would be. Instead, it brought with it a sense of peace, a sense of belonging and a feeling of familiarity.
Like coming home after a long day of work. She felt at ease, as if everything was just right.
As she looked at him, still thumbing through the pages of her sketchbook, she was still having a hard time not falling in love with him. But she found she didn't care. She was tired of ignoring her feelings and keeping them locked up in a box. She knew he felt something towards her, and was going to wait however long it took, to make him realize that she was going nowhere.
She looked at him and smiled:- I am going to allow myself to fall head over heels in love with Anthony Lockwood.
#books#lockwood & co#lockwood and lucy#locklyle#locklylefluff#lucy carlyle#anthony lockwood#fiction#ficlet#i love these two#lucewood#jonathan stroud#fanfic#the empty grave#the creeping shadow#i giggled#these two have me in a chokehold#lockwood and co show#lockwood and co spoilers
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Writeblr intro:
Hey I’m sof! I’m 22 and I’ve scribbled down stories and bits of writing pretty much from the minute I could write. I’ve started and failed to finish multiple books since I first properly attempted it at about 10 years (very ambitious I know(I got about 3 chapters and and I still have it on my computer and it makes me cringe)). I had a short story published in a fifty word story challenge in primary school— so I’m technically published but not for anything quality or as an adult. Now I just write when I can around post grad work, I’m hoping I can get a more solid schedule for writing going soon. Right now I’m just kinda working with fragments of free time. I’m proud of myself bc I have actually stuck to a couple of ideas for a while and have first drafts of chapters I’m actually happy with now.
I’m currently working on three projects with a couple on the shelf to be returned to at later date. Everything is currently blessed with a shitty working title which I won’t share on here, mainly bc they’re pretty dumb and don’t reflect the works well. But I’m currently working on a couple fantasy projects. I tend to share practice bits from days when I’ve been too busy to actually sit down and write. I also post some poetry on here too which I often end up writing at like 3 in the morning. I’ve a couple collections I submitted for creative writing classes that I might queue up here.
I started this as a space to share photography a few years ago then I got busy with exams and since then I’ve kinda just reclaimed it as a creative dump space to share things I’ve worked on or WIPs. I’d love to connect with more people in here and find a cool circle of people to share work with. It feels kinda weird to refer to myself as a writer kinda gives me a sense of being an imposter because I don’t always feel like that.
#writeblr#writing community#writer#introduction#my writing#writers on tumblr#softakespics#writers and poets#poetry#If you think I sound cool and wanna be mutuals that could be fun :)
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an emotional tale of a man who just wants to crush some candy (eva threw something at the wall)
#sigmund corp#robert lin#to the moon#finding paradise#impostor factory#catsart#sigcorp#a homebaked post#this is sof uckgin dramatic i’m sobbing#anyways sorry this is a mess and a half#i scribbled it out in an hour bc i needed it out of my system so badly#also hALF MY ROB POSTS ARE ABT HIS PHONE HELP
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Reference sheet for BearlySunday!
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sometimes u just gotta. gotta kiss ur big mermaid gf anywhere she’ll let u
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There's nothing more therapeutic than just... drawing whatever you want, without caring what others think. Like that's crazy! It's freeing! My skin is cleared!!
#i wish i could be like this more often lmao#i feel bad bc i got some new followers on my art blog and im lowkey stressing about what they're /there/ for#like i feel like im gonna fail them somehow by drawing what i want... which is a really silly feeling to have when its just my scribble blog#anyways im drawing my favorite kinda crackship (julia/mist) and i don't think anyone can stop me at this point#sof lesbians be giving me some new confidence#☆.txt
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Pyrite’s finally here
#scribbly fics#ninjago#Pyrite is refined gentleman#but also sof#hey did y'all know bears can run as fast as horses LSKDJF
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The Feathered Serpent, digital art, 2024
My first ever Good Omens Big (mini?) Bang art! My wonderful writing partner @wayneverneseque-phd wrote a gorgeous fic, The Feathered Serpent, for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang. It takes place in Tenochtitlan (the capital city of the Mexica empire) in 1521, during the Spanish Conquista.
I fell in love with it from the description, and the fic itself was just as good--a nuanced, well-researched, and heartbreaking story. It was exciting to see Crowley and Aziraphale in Mesoamerica, and how they reconciled their ideologies with their chosen roles (Crowley as a priest of Queztalcoatl, Aziraphale as real-life Franciscan friar Geronimo de Aguilar).
What was even more exciting to me, though, was that it gave me a chance to explore my own indigenous Mexica heritage through fan art. I don't feel very connected to my roots, so it was remarkably healing to research and create this, especially the mural of Queztalcoatl.
I hope you read the story!
#good omens#gomm 2024#go minisode minibang#good omens minisode minbang#good omens fanart#good omens fanfiction#good omens historical#my art#sofscribbles#sof's scribbles
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For Your Own Pleasure
Pairing: virgin! Levi x nurse! Reader
Rating: M for Mature
Warnings: Smut (18+), Virgin Levi, teasing, Levi doesn’t know what a crush is, bahahaahah, there is P in V action.
Word Count: 5.3K
A/n: This was meant to be my first Levi fic published but then I got soft and wrote The Mask so here is the second one abahahah. THIS IS FOR MY HUSBAND’S BIRTHDAY. Granted it’s posted slightly early but that’s ok! My beautiful husband was born on Christmas day. A very special gift upon the world. Please enjoy and show him all the love he deserves and needs this day yall!
A special thanks to my lovely Junebug @whats-her-quirk for beta reading this for me and also for talking through this idea with me! Love you babe!
The crunch and squish of the wet snow under Levi’s boot is unbearable as he trudges along the road behind you. You bustle through the crowded streets in town, shuffling through the people with a list of supplies for the Scouts. His tired silver eyes follow you as you weave through the crowd excitedly.
Winter is a very slow season for the scouts. It’s way too cold for expeditions and the snow makes it hard to maneuver the horses and ODM gear. The soldiers use this time to obtain as many supplies as they can for the coming missions. Hange spends extra hours reviewing their many notebooks of titan ideology, and Levi has a bit more free time on his hands to complete paperwork.
Although he could be in the warm confines of his office, a piping cup of tea next to him while he scribbles and completes the mundane task of filing out supply shipment requests, he’s here with you. You were running low on medical supplies after the clean up of bodies from the Reclamation of Wall Maria, so you figured it was the perfect opportunity to visit your supplier in Ehrmich district to replenish your stocks.
You’d volunteered to take a supply wagon to retrieve them and you were excited to go on the journey by yourself, desperately wanting to get out of the infirmary to see the snowy countryside. This meant you could also stop into a few shops to snag a few treats for the younger soldiers. They’d seen a lot of devastation the past few months and you’d wanted to give them a bit of cheer.
Wasn’t it your surprise when the stoic Captain Levi joined you in the wagon, claiming that it was also a “perfect opportunity” to restore his tea supply. You both found yourselves sloshing through the bustling streets, him grumpy and scowling as he trails behind you.
He’s not thrilled about all the shops you have to go in to obtain all the medical supplies, so he’s grateful when you check off the last thing on your list. When you turn into a bakery, mentioning off hand about gathering sweets for his squad, he rolls his eyes and huffs out another impatient sigh.
You haven’t spoken much to the Captain, only a few times where he’s come in for a few broken bones and when Erwin lost his arm. In fact, you thought he hated you, specifically because it was you who told him he had to be off duty to let his leg heal after the 57th Recon Mission. You’d kept your interactions to a minimum, although always intrigued by his personality.
You hear him puff behind you and roll your eyes as they scan the treats on display. You turn around to address him and hide the annoyance in your tone, “You know you could’ve just stayed at HQ if you’re not enjoying yourself. I would’ve been perfectly capable of getting the correct tea blend if you'd told me exactly what you needed.”
He gives you a contempt look, “Tsk, I don’t trust anyone to get it. They always bring back the wrong blend. I don’t understand the point of this,” he says gesturing to you and the decorated cakes.
You let out a sassy scoff, “Well, some of us like to make people happy. Besides, you all deserve a break after...everything that happened. Your squad deserves some time to just be regular teens. I know they never can be again... but I at least want to give them something,” you explain, your tone softening as you think of the young soldiers. You choose an assortment of little treats and the baker wraps them in a box.
“This is a waste of time. You said it yourself, they’ll never ‘just be teenagers’ again.” Levi’s tone crushes you, makes you feel smaller, and instead of feeling embarrassed like you know he means to make you with his harsh words, you’re pissed. As you hand the baker a handful of coins, you look over your shoulder at Levi in irritation.
“Thank you for visiting today. By the way, there’s supposed to be a blizzard tonight so they’re closing the roads for travel. You may want to find an inn for the night,” the baker says in a warm voice. You thank him and give a small wave as you and Levi exit the shop.
“We should do what he says, if the roads are closed we may have trouble finding somewhere to stay,” you say, trying to push down your anger. If you’re going to be spending a night with him, it would probably help to get along. He grunts in agreement and turns to an inn the two of you passed on the way into town.
With your luck, all of the inns are booked and you and Levi are just lucky enough to find an inn with one room left for vacancy. You sigh in defeat when the innkeeper lets you know the room only contains one bed and bathroom en suite. To your surprise, Levi slides a bag of coins to him telling him the two of you would take the room.
The air between the two of you is tense, to say the least, and you’re a little worried you aren’t going to be able to sleep tonight. Not to mention the issue of there only being one bed. Would the Captain make you sleep on the floor? Honestly, with the way he was talking down on you today, you don’t put it past him. When the innkeeper opens the door to the room and gestures for the two of you to come in, Levi thanks him quickly and ushers him out rudely.
“Don’t touch anything until I’ve had a chance to clean. Rooms like this are always filthy,” he says as he closes the door.
You roll your eyes but sigh and agree with him. You’re thoroughly aware of the captain’s tidy habits, and you’re thinking maybe it’ll calm him down a bit and make him a tiny bit more pleasant to be around. You watch him bustle around the room, wiping down surfaces with a white cloth. He wears a focused expression that is definitely better to look at then the condescending scowl he wears most of the day, and watching him clean is actually soothing.
There’s a small fireplace in the corner of the room, and you get to work trying to get it started. He would appreciate a cup of tea, and the warmth could help with breaking the cold tension between you two. He sees you move out of the corner of his eye and watches as you gather the firewood next to the hearth. He watches you in annoyance and says, “I thought I told you not to do anything until I cleaned,” but softens his gaze when he sees you grab the empty tea kettle and scrub it in the sink in the bathroom.
When you place the tea leaves in the kettle and set it on the fire, you turn to see him watching you, the annoyed expression returning to his features. You sigh and try once again to change the mood between the two of you.
“So, are we going to sleep in shifts on the bed?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. He shakes his head.
“Don’t be ridiculous, we aren’t children,” he says, and you’re almost sure that he’s going to tell you to sleep on the floor. “You can have the bed, I don’t sleep that much anyway.”
“What do you mean you don’t sleep that much, and if I sleep on the bed where will you sleep?”
“I just don’t need that much sleep, and I’ll sleep in the chair.”
His answer flusters you, The nurse in you wants to scold him for thinking it would ever be ok to sleep in a chair. Does he sleep in a chair regularly? He made it sound like he was used to it. And what the heck did he mean he doesn’t sleep that much?
You give him a worried look, the professionalism in your tone peaking when you speak to him. “You know it’s not healthy for you to--”
“It doesn’t matter, just go to sleep,” he says, cutting you off. This pushes you over the edge; you’ve been trying to be nice if not cordial to him all day, and he’s shot you down and made you feel like shit, and you’re sick of it.
“What is your problem? Is it in your genetic makeup to be an asshole every moment of your life?” you yell at him. He raises his eyebrows. No one’s ever raised their voice at him like that before, but you don’t give him a chance to respond.
“Or maybe you need to get laid or touch yourself or something!” The anger you’ve been pushing down all day is boiling over, and you’re sick of trying to be friendly to him. You see his eyes grow wide at your statement before disgust takes its place there.
“You have a disgusting mind. You should shut your mouth about things you don’t know anything about.” He seethes as he watches you stand, grab your gown, and walk to the bathroom door.
“Look, I get that you’ve been through a lot. I could never understand any of it, but I’m not doing anything wrong by at least trying to give those kids and you--if you’d let me--a bit of happiness! And that doesn’t give you any right to be a jerk about it! I didn’t ask you to come with me! You could’ve just stayed back at headquarters! Geez if you’re so damn unhappy why don’t you just walk back, I’m sure the cold won’t hurt Humanity’s Strongest!”
You slam the door to the bathroom shut and stand staring in anger as you review his words in your head. It is clear, Levi has no intention of being friendly with you in any way. Your best bet is to hurry and get through the night so the two of you can get back to Headquarters. You grab one of the buckets of water for bathing and clean yourself, letting your mind go blank with the task.
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Levi stares at the bathroom door in anger. He’s not entirely sure what it is about you that pisses him off so much, but the real issue is why he can’t help but want to be around you as well. He questions why he came on the trip in the first place—you made a good point asking him that. He admits--only to himself--that the idea of spending the day with you wasn’t entirely bad. The few times he had spent with you in the infirmary, your presence brought him peace. Was it the peace of your presence he sought out? If so, why was he treating you like he hated you?
The tea kettle whistles in the corner, and Levi sighs and gets up to take it off of the fire. He pours himself a cup and takes a sip. It is a bit sweeter than his normal bitter black tea, but it’s not bad. He takes another sip, letting the flavor cover his taste buds and feeling a bit calmer. When the wave of calm hits him, your words echo in his mind. I’m not doing anything wrong by at least trying to give those kids and you--if you’d let me--a bit of happiness! Remorse runs through his veins as he glances to the closed bathroom door again.
He sighs, why does he do that? You were right, you weren't doing anything wrong, and he is actually grateful for your presence and the way you care about his squad. In fact, he was—and he couldn’t admit this out loud to you— looking forward to the trip with you.
For some reason, even back when you nursed Erwin back to health after he lost his arm, you were extremely helpful. You were able to keep Erwin calm enough that he was able to get rest. During his rests, you and Levi had gotten to know each other a bit, and he remembered enjoying most of the conversation. You were cordial, respectful, but your gaze would linger on his. He supposes it was a bit of an asshole move to push you to the brink of anger so much that you no longer spoke to him in that way.
Perhaps he craved the peace your presence brought him. Perhaps he wanted it but thought he didn't deserve it. Perhaps he shouldn’t continue to do this to himself, especially if it meant making someone as caring as you angry with him. It was time to do some damage control. He glances back at the door again, can hear you pouring water from the bucket down the water disposal shoot, and grabs the other cup to quickly pour another tea and leave it for you on the table--his silent apology.
His thoughts are interrupted when the door wrenches open and you stomp across the room wearing a thin cotton gown. Levi eyes you from across the room, noticing the exposure of skin.
He tries to keep his eyes off of your curvier-than-expected body, the way your hips sway when you stomp across the room and throw your clothes down next to the bed. He definitely tries to keep his eyes off of the little tendril of hair that trickles down your face, catching on your long lashes and sticking to your plump lips. And he most certainly tries not to notice the way your nipples have started to bead through the thin fabric of the gown in the shift of cool air as you pass by the window. His tongue flicks out quickly over his drying lips as he takes another sip of his tea and picks up the newspaper the inn provided.
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The bath has calmed you down just a bit, but you’re still irritated when you walk out of the bathroom to see the Captain hasn’t moved from his chair. Your eyes fall on the full teacup sitting on the table near the fireplace, and you blink, realizing he did actually move and pour you a cup. You turn in his direction and he moves the paper up to block his face, grumbling to himself. You roll your eyes and take a sip of the tea, the calming potency moving through your body as you take more sips.
You sit on the bed, grabbing a book from your pack to read until you’re able to fall asleep. The two of you sit in silence, the sound of pages turning echoing through the room. When Levi is done reading over the paper, he puts it down noisily and clears his throat trying to get your attention.
You don’t look at him but give him a short clipped answer, “Can I help you?”
“The tea… it’s… different.” He tries to keep his voice even, makes a real effort not to sound harsh or angry, but it ends up sounding accusatory, and he internally curses himself.
You scoff, still not looking at him but knitting your eyebrows together in frustration. “It’s a special calming blend, chamomile and other leaves and herbs that help with relaxation and sleep.We use it for the soldiers that have come back from missions and have trouble sleeping while healing,” you say gruffly, still not looking at him. You’re not even sure why you continue with the next statement. It’s clear he doesn’t care, but you want to let him know, “I thought it could help you get some sleep since you said you don’t sleep much. Even if you are an asshole, you deserve rest. I meant it when I said that.”
The slight tenderness hidden behind the irritation in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi, but he doesn’t comment on it. He stays quiet as you finish off your tea. He doesn’t know what to say to you; he wants to express gratitude, but his defense mechanism kicks in and instead of “thank you” he replies, “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
When you turn to look at him incredulously for a second before blowing out an exasperated angry breath, he curses himself again for being rude.
“Then don’t drink it.”
You place your book on the table and lay down on the bed. “I am going to sleep. Try not to stay up staring at nothing for too long, or do whatever you’d like,” you say, lying down and getting comfortable.
Your gown lifts up ever so slightly and Levi can see more of the soft skin of your thigh. He watches you get comfortable as tiny flashes of skin become visible to him, and again your words echo in his mind. Or maybe you need to get laid or touch yourself or something! He feels dirty thinking about it, guilty, but you have a point, he deserves a break.
So why not?
“Oi, brat,” he says, turning his tired eyes in your direction. You sigh, placing an arm over your eyes and turning on your side away from him on the bed.
“Sleep, means no talking Captain,” you mutter in an irritated tone.
Your gown hikes up a bit more and he can see the soft skin of your thigh. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, and his mouth goes a bit dry as his eyes follow the linear direction of your leg up to the curve of your ass and dip of your hips.
He ignores your jab at him, “Why did you say something about pleasuring myself before?” he asks. You lift a hand in the air still not facing him and waving a nonchalant gesture as if to say “don’t worry about it.” He elects to use his intimidating “Captain” voice to make you cooperate. You hear him growl a low hum in his chest before he says through his teeth,
“Answer me.”
His command catches you off guard and sends an unnecessary quiver down your spine and straight to your core. You’ve heard him use that voice with Eren and the others, and it usually works for them. Hell, it would’ve worked on you as well if you hadn’t drank the calming tea blend.
Fine. If he wanted to know so bad, you would tell him. He already hates you— or so you think—so there’s nothing more to lose. You sit up on the bed, pull your knees up and place your intertwined fingers on top of them giving the Captain a venomous teasing smile. His eyes follow your movements, not missing the slight slip of your undergarments as you maneuver on the bed.
“I asked because it’s so obvious that you never have,” you say, smirking knowingly at him.
“Tsk, of course I haven’t. It’s filthy,” he retorts, forcing his eyes to stay on yours.
“Maybe, but it sure does feel nice...Helps with sleep too.”
You know you're pushing your luck now. You don’t think anyone’s ever talked to him this way, except maybe Hange. But he and Hange have been comrades for years, so they can get away with it. You’ve only known him a few months. Who knows, maybe he’ll punch you so hard you’ll finally be able to get some sleep. He surprises you by not immediately getting up to pummel you. Instead he turns to look at you, an unknown expression on his face. If you didn’t know any better, you could swear it looked like lust.
“Have you done it then?”
You try to keep the shock from your face as you turn to look at him. He looks intrigued, as if he’s thoroughly interested in your answer. He’s sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning toward you, elbows on his knees as he stares intensely at you.
You blink a few times before answering him, contemplating whether you should lie before deciding not to.
“Only a few times. Like I said, it helps with sleeping,” you say, shrugging.
He ponders your words before he gets up and approaches you on the bed. He stands over you watching as you look up at him through your eyelashes.
“Show me.”
You’re dreaming. You must be dreaming because it’s only in a dream that the Captain Levi would be telling you to touch yourself while he watches. You blink quickly, fluttering your lashes in confusion and Levi observes how they brush against the apples of your cheeks. He huffs impatiently, not wanting to give himself any time to rethink his statement,
“Well? You talk a big game, don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy,” he says, smirking slightly. You glare up at him now.
“Why would I show you anything? All you’ve done since we’ve been here is talk down to me,” you say, folding your arms and pouting. You have a good point. It’s not like you don’t want to show him, but you're not sure what he will do when he actually does see you. So instead, you turn it around on him, he’s started this game but you’re better at playing it.
“Besides, who says you deserve to see me? Not like you would know what to do anyway.”
Your statement catches him off guard and his body moves before he can think. He pins you down on the bed, his body over yours and strong rough fingers holding your arms up above your head. He’s so close to you that you can smell the chamomile on his breath as he pants.
Your nipples harden and bead through the thin fabric of your gown as his breath tickles your face and neck. He licks his lips, watching yours as they pull between your teeth. You raise one eyebrow, noticing the way he leans in and his body heat warms you.
“Oh? Maybe you do know.”
You raise your head up to close the distance and kiss him. He hesitates for just a second before pressing harder into the kiss and reveling in how soft your lips feel against his. He loosens his grip on your hands, and you take the opportunity to run your fingers over the shaved hair at the nape of his neck and pull him closer to you. He groans at the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp, and you let your tongue enter his mouth when he does.
Levi likes the way you taste, surprisingly. You taste like the tea the two of you drank but slightly sweeter, pleasant, and he welcomes your tongue as he places a hand to your cheek. His fingers brush your hair behind your ear, and while he’s distracted, you lift up quickly to push him onto his back and straddle him. You lean over him grinding on the growing bulge in his pants through your undergarments. He sucks air through his teeth as you continue to grind and unbutton his shirt.
“How about I show you something better than touching myself?”
Your soft fingers against his skin make him quiver—no one’s ever touched him like this before. You are one hell of a nurse. He watches you as you undress him, shutting off the constant belittling voice in his mind that criticizes everything he does and focuses on how attractive you are.
Of course he noticed it before, but he’s allowing himself to run away with the lust that peaked earlier when you came from the bathroom.
When you’ve taken his shirt off, you kiss up his chest and he breathes a deep moan at the foreign pleasure as he grabs your hair and squeezes. You continue grinding on him, feeling him twitch inside his pants, a silent plea to be released. He closes his eyes as he thrusts up, applying more pressure and friction for more pleasure. When you stop moving, he opens his eyes to see your cocky grin above him. You pull your gown over your head, leaving your naked chest on display for him to gawk at. Maybe it’s because he’s never seen a woman this exposed in front of him, for him, but he swears you look...
“Perfect,” he whispers under his breath. As you lean down to kiss him again, he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you closer. Your skin burns against his and you both pant as you reach a hand down between your bodies to unbutton and plunge your hand down his pants. You wrap your hand around his length, surprised at how thick and long he is. He lets out a long moan that turns into a growl as you stroke him. You chuckle against his lips, before pulling back and whispering,
“So much for filthy.”
He moans again as you move your hand farther down to massage his balls before he can utter the words “Shut up.”
“Hmmm… what was that?” You mutter, pulling his pants down and pulling your undergarments to the side. You let your slick ghost over his twitching cock, wetting and getting it ready. He sucks in another breath, amazed at how warm you feel. A little moan escapes your lips as you tease him and he looks at you in shock. The way the moan tumbles from your lips, as if you didn’t mean for it to be heard, drives him a little mad.
You kiss his neck, nibble at his ear ,and the amount of stimulation almost causes him to come undone. He curses under his breath, a short clipped sentence that hides his desire. His eyes widen when he feels you grab his cock and position it at your entrance, running the tip over your clit and looking him in the eye. You flash him the cocky smile again before whispering, “Are you ready, Captain?” and sinking down on him painstakingly slow.
As you drop yourself onto him, he stretches you more than you’ve ever been stretched, and you don’t even try holding back the moan that fills the room. Levi digs his fingers into your hips as you finally collapse completely down on his member.
“Shit,” he says as he tries to concentrate on your face and the way your tits move as your chest heaves up and down. This feels...you feel amazing. He’s never felt like this before, and he doesn’t have words to describe it. Everything about this moment is too much and not enough all at once. The way your walls are flexing and clenching around him, the beads of sweat starting to form in the space between your tits, the way your lips and tongue looked when you spoke each syllable of his title, Captain. When you maneuver your hips and legs into a comfortable position to pull up and back down on top of him, his mind goes blank and the only thing he can think is—
“Dammit, move y/n, ” he growls aloud through clenched teeth, not realizing it wasn’t in his head.
You oblige, laughing out an, “Aye aye captain,” before lifting your hips and bouncing your ass on top of him. The squelch of your pussy would normally disgust Levi, such lewd noises shouldn’t be audible to anyone, but right now the Captain knows the sound means that you’re not only wet, but wet for him, and he has a tiny bit of pride at the idea.
Your tits bounce and he moves his hands from your hips to grab them and play with your nipples. His bold movement surprises you as whimpers tumble from your kiss stained lips. When you pick up the pace, you hear his breath catch, and his hands fly back to your hips to stabilize you. You’re close and you know he is too, but you’re determined to ride it out and make him cum before you.
You’re actually surprised at his stamina; despite his inexperience, he’s keeping up with your movements. When he groans out, “Oh fuck,” you smile patronizingly down at him and lean down to purr in his ear,
“Is it too much for you, Captain?”
Your snarky tone ignites a fire in him and awakens his Ackerman instincts. He knows exactly what to do, it becomes clear as day in his head. He immediately wraps an arm around your torso to hold you close to his chest and flips you on your back, not slipping out of you. He rips the fabric of your underwear and tosses it aside.
You blink once and he has your body pinned, your knees almost touching your shoulders. He presses down on your legs to flatten them more against your torso and pounds into you relentlessly.
The pain from him folding you in half like a napkin gets to you, but the slap of his balls against your ass drowns out your cries of pain mixed with pleasure. Your eyes are wide as he bites his lip and continues to fuck you, panting and grunting with each thrust into your bruised cunt.
He stares into your eyes, enjoying the surprised expression that replaced your irritatingly smug smile. He smirks as he feels his sack tighten and your pussy clench around him, and before the two of you come together in bliss he grunts in a proud voice,
“I’m a quick learner.”
When his name rips from you and he spills cum into your womb, he releases your legs and lets them fall flat on the bed. He rolls over onto the other side beside you panting heavily. You don’t remember pulling him closer to you, nor him wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face in your chest, but it’s how you awake the next morning as his soft snores vibrate your body. You kiss his forehead before running your fingers through his undercut and falling back asleep.
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The wagon trudges along the road through the snow. The roads are clear, but it still is not a smooth ride back to headquarters, and you and Levi bob along. You haven’t spoken about last night, both of you strangely formal with each other after waking in each other’s arms. You haven’t spoken more than what’s needed to help get the wagon loaded and the medical supplies together.
As the two of you continue along to headquarters, he watches you from the corner of his eye, remembering how comfortable your arms felt around him while he slept soundly for the first time in years. You scan the horizon, watching the huge castle come into view. You sigh deeply to yourself before glancing over to the Captain and catching him staring at you. Heat dusts your cheeks and to hide your embarrassment you mutter to him,
“It looks like you got some good sleep last night.”
He doesn’t respond, just gives you a grunt and whips the reins of the horse to encourage it to keep moving. When the two of you arrive back at headquarters, Hange greets you two as Connie and Jean come out to help unload the wagon. You smile gratefully at them and Hange comes over to pat you lightly on the back.
“Y/n! Glad you and Shorty were able to make it back in one piece! Sorry you had to deal with his grumpy attitude the entire time,” Hange laughs. Levi pushes past you two with an annoyed expression but you feel the slight pressure of lingering fingertips brushing against the small of your back and you give a warm smile to Hange.
“Actually, it was a pleasure travelling with the Captain. We both learned a lot.”
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Hidden Gardens
Pairing: Oberyn Martell x fem!pregnant!reader
Warnings: mention of pregnancy, anxiety, really small hinting of something heated, fluff
This fic was inspired by @autumnleaves1991-blog and her photo prompt. Enjoy.
You found the gardens by accident. Overwhelmed by your duties, running away seemed like the only option. You didn’t want to burden someone with your nagging anxiety and fears of not fulfilling or failing at your duties. Running deep into the castle you called home for a few years now. Will your husband understand? Will your brother-in-law understand? Will the people of Dorne understand that you need a break?
Big, fat. salty tears came running down your cheeks. Never stopping, just running. Running till you couldn’t breathe because of the lack of oxygen in your lungs. You sat down on a bench that was hidden by a massive Monstera twine.
When you caught your breath you registered that you were in a part of the castle you have never been to. Or anyone else for that matter.
Slowly you rose to your shaky feet. You turned and inspected the indoor garden. You saw the most exquisite flowers bloom and the most breathtaking plants grow from the top down or from the pool up into the sky. You saw the yellow and violet bloom of a strelitzia thrive into the air and show off her beauty to the other flowering and non flowering plants. Small branches of light green pothos climbed down to the water. Orchids, Calatheas, flamingo flowers all stretch to the sky and show off their beauty and grace.
You walked around the flowerbeds to have a look at the pool. The mosaic on the bottom was detailed art peace. The reflection of the sunbeams shining down from the dornish sky light up the room in blue sparkles that dance on the mosaic covered walls.
For the first time in weeks you felt calm and at peace. You could get lost here. Exploring plants and flowers. Diving into the blue of the fresh water.
This place had you in a trance. Only when you looked up did you register that time flew by around you.
You rushed to your chambers as fast as you could, doging servants, ministers and guards. You hoped your dear husband wouldn't be waiting for you in your shared room. To your relief he wasn’t there. So you sat on the desk adorning your room and started to scribble down some ideas to increase the wealth and health of the dornish people.
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“You have to be quiet, my little bee. This has to stay a secret between you and me.” “But mama, what if I want to spend time with you and papa together.” You sighted. She was through and through her fathers daughter. Considering others and wanting to enjoy time with her family. “I have to think about it, my little flower.” Her smile split over her face. She squealed and clapped her hands. She knew you would never say no to her. Sometimes you think you lost the ability the day you married your prince.
Mera started to wiggle out of her dress. Before she could tear the fabric you helped her out. She ran to the gate to the pool waiting for you to open it. You taught her to wait in front of the door before you open it, like a silent ‘you can go’. “Be careful, the steps might be slippery.” She nodded and carefully climbed down to the last step before leaping into the water and swimming around in the cool water. It was hot yet again, not something unusual for Dorne but there were not many water sources to swim. The biggest one was the ocean. But you and Oberyn agreed that it would be too dangerous for your little one to go swim there just yet.
Instead you told him that you will stay with your daughter indoors till she is strong enough to swim in the untamed waters.
You sat in a booth at the side of the pool with your drawing equipment and started to draw yet another portrait of your daughter enjoying the cold blue water. Absentmindedly stroking your little bump.
You were drawing for a good two hours when your little sunshine swam up to you and flopped herself next to you. You handed her a soft towel and something to eat. Mera all but swallowed the bread and the cheese you brought with you. Before she could slip into the water again you told her to take a nap to regain her strength and shorten the time she had to wait till she could splash in the water again. She grumbled but laid her little head on your thigh, immediately falling asleep
Her ‘little’ nap turned into one and a half hours later but neither of you registered that. You also didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the rustling of clothing as it was taken off. Nor did you hear the sound of the water as a body swam in it. You only registered the intruder when you felt familiar hands on your knees. You were startled by the touch letting your sketchbook fall out of your hands and nearly into the water. But Oberyn's hands were faster. He caught the book mid fall. He held it out for you to take it. Your daughter stirred awake from all the commotion. She squinted her eyes to see who’s splashing in the water. She sat up abruptly to slide to the edge of the bench. “PAPA!” She exclaimed with her smile that it would bring the most beautiful roses in Highgarden to shame.
Mera slid into the water like a water snake, putting her short arms around her fathers neck. He gave you a look that said ‘you should watch or your daughter will be upset’ before he swam with her in his arms into the middle of the pool. He shot her high into the sky, letting her jump from his shoulder and playfully drown him. He wore the same face splitting smile on his face as his little girl. Both their curly brown locks sticking to their foreheads. Mera pleaded with you to join them. Before you could decline her request your faithful husband came to the rescue and explained that you couldn’t join them because of the baby under your heart. She pouted a little bit only to squeal when her father flicked water in her face. This action ignited a little water war.
“Come on, my two water snakes. Let’s get going. It’s getting late and someone has to go to sleep in a few hours.” Mera rolled her eyes only for you to reply, “Oh no, sweetling. I meant your father.” Oberyn feign shock. “How dare you, woman. I’m a grown man. I don’t need sleep. I need to snuggle with my family. It has to happen before I can even consider falling asleep. But that can only happen if everyone is there.” Mera’s eyes lit up at the mention of cuddles in her parents big bed. You didn’t look fast enough before your daughter was demanding for you to hurry up. Oberyn chuckled while helping you pack your things.
Hand in hand you walked back to your quarters. You demanded that your daughter should eat before she could cuddle with you. Convincing a four year old to eat before she could slip into her parents bed was as hard as convincing a stubborn mule to move but in the end you talked her into eating a piece of bread with some meat.
As you were enjoying the embrace a question shot into your head. “My sun, how did you find us?” Oberyn smiled. “You think you are sneaky but you forgot that you are married to the red viper. I taught you a few tricks but it seems you only remember other lessons.” Heat rose up into your face and you averted your eyes as your husband smirked at you mischievously. Your husband chuckled, “I followed you one day when you slipped away yet again. You looked so stressed and overwhelmed that day that I didn’t want to disturb your calming down prozess. It was actually the day you told me about our little bee.” As he mentioned your daughter he looked down at her and ran his fingers over her head. You remember that day. You had yet to finish some papers regarding new trade routes with the North for Doran and he pressed the matter to be done by midday. You felt more nauseous than usual when you were under pressure and went to the maester after you brought your brother-in-law the plans.
“I remember, my sun. I felt ill more than usual. I went to the maester. But instead of running to you I ran aw-” “To your hidden gardens. To your sanctuary. So you could calm down and collect your thoughts. I didn’t want to intrude so I went away and told your handmaid to inform me when you would come to our chambers every time you ran to your gardens.”
Tears gathered in your eyes. Stupid hormones. “My love, father of my children, You cease to amaze me everyday with your words and your actions of love. I can’t form into words how much my heart bursts every time you show your love and affection for me.” “Believe me, my delicate flower. I feel the same about you.” A little snore interrupted your quiet conversation making you both giggle.
Oberyn stood up and scooped your sleeping daughter up in his arms. “I will bring her to her own bed. Her little kicks are vicious. How did you even bear with her in your womp. I hope our little one under your heart isn’t as vicious as their sister.” You quietly laughed. Remembering one time when Mera kicked her father in his rips so hard in her sleep he couldn’t sit properly for a week.
When Oberyn returned from Mera’s room he saw you fast asleep in your shared bed. You clutched at his pillow only for him to replace it with his own hand. “Sweet dreams, my sunflower.”
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Contrary to what The Maximum Ride Wiki believes, I don't think it's a continuity error when Ari writes Wolverine on a kid's shirt in SOF and then can't write his own name in STWAOEF. I actually believe he thought he wrote out Wolverine but in reality it was a fucking scribble with no identifiable letters.
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A Few Minutes
Summary: Gladio can see the way Ignis is working himself to the bone, going above and beyond what is asked if him.
The only thing Gladio asks of him... is just a few minutes.
A/n: Hello there! This is a fluffy little fic that got away from me for my friend @bgn846!
I hope everyone can enjoy it and the fluffiness of these two amazing boys!!! :D
You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22231738
Enjoy! :D
Word Count: 3159
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Glancing over from his spot on the sofa, Gladio let his eyes wander from his book on Ancient Solheim to the tense back of his partner. It was just starting to crest into evening. Gladio had long since changed into a nice pair of black sweats and a grey tank, more than content to relax for the remainder of the evening. Sadly… he was the only one.
Ignis was sitting at his desk in the living room, his laptop open, papers piled around him in organized chaos and enough pens, highlighters and sticky notes to rival any office supply store. The man had been working all evening, almost from the time he’d gotten home. Apparently there was a rather important delegation coming from Altissia in a few days and once again he had taken on a workload that would’ve crushed a lesser man.
It didn’t help that there were others who seemed to heap their own workload on him, but that was a battle for Gladio to tackle another day. Perhaps a day when Ignis was away and Gladio could unleash his wrath on a few Councilmen who needed to learn that Ignis wasn’t their own personal assistant.
However, for now, his focus was on the present. His frown growing by the second the longer he watched Ignis. He hated seeing the way Ignis’s shoulders seemed stiff with tension, the way his hand kept coming up to rub at the back of his neck or his lower back. The only break he’d taken was when Gladio had brought over a plate of dinner he’d made up for him, getting a tired smile and a soft kiss to his cheek for his troubles before Ignis was once more focusing back on his work.
Gladio watched as Ignis leaned back in his seat, his spine making a few unnatural crackling noises as the poor Adviser brought his hands up to scrub at his face, glasses lifting and settling on top of his head.
It was when Ignis began looking around the desk with a bit of confusion, mumbling about his ‘missing’ glasses, that Gladio realized that enough was enough.
It was time to intervene.
Marking his spot and setting the book on their small coffee table, Gladio slowly rose from his spot on the sofa and made his way to stand behind the confused man, his hands settling on shoulders that felt like they were made of stone.
“What’cha doin’, babe?” he murmured softly, watching as Ignis continued to shuffle his papers around, seeming to grow more and more irritated by the moment.
“I can’t find my bloody glasses,” he growled out, Gladio having to bite back a smile for a moment as he let his partner continue his search. “I have work to do and this silly little hiccup is going to put me behind schedule! How does a person lose their glasses? Surely they didn’t just get up and walk off my face without my noticing?”
Ignis turned slightly in his seat to look up at Gladio, his glasses still perched lightly on the top of his head, green eyes mixed with perturbed exhaustion. “Have you seen my glasses?”
The question was so innocent and so endearing that Gladio really couldn’t help himself as a soft chuckle escaped him, Ignis’s expression changing to a moment of shock before he glared.
“Well… if it’s merely a joke to you and you only came over here to laugh at my plight then perhaps you shou-...,”
Gladio brought a hand up, raising it over Ignis’s head and lightly tapping the dark frames of the man’s glasses, just enough to have them tipping forward and plopping down with a soft little thunk onto his nose once more.
“........ oh.”
This time the look of shock and awe was too much for Gladio and a deeper laugh rumbled from his chest. His reaction caused the poor Adviser’s cheeks fo flush up as he adjusted his newly found glasses.
“Right. Well. If you’ll excuse me… I have work to do,” he tried to dismiss, turning back around to his laptop, trying to ignore the chuckling Shield behind him.
“Oh no you don’t,” Gladio chided, his laughter ebbing as he reached his arms to wrap around Ignis’s shoulder. “You literally just lost your glasses because they were on top of your head, Iggy. I think you need a break before you lose anything else.”
Ignis huffed as those strong arms constricted around him a bit and he shook his head. “Gladiolus… it was a momentary lapse on my part. I’m fine to continue and if I don’t get these notes organized tonight I will have next to no time to do it in the coming days.”
“Mmhm,” Gladio hummed with absolutely no conviction. “I’m sure Lord Visco and Lady Beldan would be upset because their notes haven’t been completed. But that’s on them.”
“They asked me to do it, Gladio.”
“No. They told you it needed to be done. There’s a difference, Ignis. If they can’t do their own workload then they shouldn’t have the positions they have,” Gladio pointed out, leaning back once more and letting his hands settle back on Ignis’s shoulders. “Come on. You’re tense as a board, your eyes are turning red and you barely ate anything for dinner. Do you know how long it took me to read the directions for preheating that?”
The last remark had its desired effect, a little surprised snort of laughter escaping Ignis before the man brought his hand up to cover his mouth. Gladio chuckled and ducked down to kiss the crown of his head. “Come on, Iggy. Just relax with me for a few minutes. Then you can get right back to whatever you’re doing,” he promised, his thumbs rubbing gently into the knots that were already forming in Ignis’s neck.
A soft little groan escaped the bespectacled man and for a moment, Gladio thought perhaps he was winning.
Until…
“No. Really now, Gladio. I have to finish this and I will not be swayed,” Ignis mumbled, though his voice sounded a little less sure then it had a moment ago.
“Iggy…,”
“No, Gladiolus. I have to do this. Thank you for helping me find my glasses, but I really must continue,” Ignis said, already bringing his hands back up to begin typing once more on his laptop.
Well… considering gentle persuasion hadn’t worked, perhaps Gladio had to bring out the big guns.
“You know if you keep continuing you’re just going to be grumpy tomorrow,” he said offhandedly, feeling Ignis tense under his hands and smiling as he knew this tactic was already having an effect.
“I don’t get grumpy, Gladiolus,” Ignis grumbled, typing a little more roughly on the laptop.
“Yes you do. You become a grumpy little Moogle butt,” Gladio cooed, his hands soothing over the planes of the man’s shoulder, sliding lower and lower.
“You’re being absolutely ridiculous! I’m not a child, Gladio,” Ignis snipped, shivering at the gentle soothing to his back as Gladio’s broad hands continued to move lower still.
“Well you’re acting pretty childish, refusing to take a break,” Gladio mumbled, his smile only growing as he watched Ignis’s hands faltering over the keys. “And you’re definitely still sounding like a grumpy Moogle butt. And there’s only one way to cure that, I’m afraid.”
“Oh? And what, pray tell, is the cure all for grumpy Moogle buttiness?” Ignis drawled before jumping in his seat as fingers gave a quick scribble to his sides, his arms instantly snapping down to block the sensation. “Gladiolus?!”
“Hmm. Nope. I’m still detecting a bit of grumpy Moogle buttiness. I think I need to give you a bit more of the cure,” Gladio teased, his fingers starting to wriggle a bit more incessantly against Ignis’s poor ticklish sides. A spot, he had learned, that the man was highly susceptible to.
It only took a few seconds for the giggles to start, Ignis squirming in his seat as he tried to bat at the hands tickling against his poor sides. “Stahap! Stop, Glahahadio!” he snorted, unable to cover the sound as his hands were too busy trying to keep the Shield at bay.
“Not until you agree to take a break with me. Just a few minutes. Is that too much to ask?” Gladio murmured, letting his fingers sneak forward slightly, tickling at the sides of Ignis’s stomach and making the poor Adviser’s legs kick out under the desk as he attempted to curl forward. The man’s laughter intensifying to the cutest giggle fit Gladio had heard.
“B-but… ihihihit’s importahaha-ah! Stahahap it!” Ignis squeaked, shoulders scrunching as Gladio ducked down to nuzzle his stubbly cheek against Ignis’s exposed neck, earning him a new round of adorable laughter.
“So is your health, Iggy. And I refuse to let you work yourself sick,” Gladio murmured softly, slowly ceasing his attack to simply soothe his hands against Ignis’s slightly heaving sides. Turning his head he pressed a soft kiss to the man’s neck, earning himself another little breathless giggle, though he could feel the fight slowly leaving the Adviser. “Your health is worth more than paperwork, Ignis. All I ask is for you to relax for a little bit. Let me take care of you.”
He continued to soothe his hands along Ignis’s sides, feeling how the Adviser slowly started to melt under even that little touch. A few more kisses pressed under Ignis’s ear, his arms wrapping around the mans middle, chin resting against his shoulder…
“Alright. I… suppose I could take a short break. Don’t want to become a grumpy Moogle butt,” he chuckled, Gladio smiling brightly as he heard the acquiescence.
“Thank you. Now… first things first. You… go change. I want you in your most comfortable pajama’s and Ramuh help you if I hear you trying to sneak messages on your phone,” he growled playfully against Ignis’s ear, making the man giggle and scrunch his shoulder up once more.
“I won’t! I won’t… promise,” Ignis murmured, turning his head to press a little kiss to Gladio’s lips. “But I’m afraid you have to release me if you want me to go change.”
“In a minute,” Gladio murmured softly against his lips, giving him a soft squeeze around his middle. “Gotta make sure you know what you’re hurrying to get back to.” He gently captured Ignis’s lips in another soft, languid kiss, feeling a hand moving up to gentle trace against his jaw. It was only a few seconds, but as he leaned back, the dazed look in Ignis’s eyes would’ve made him believe he’d been kissing him for years.
“R-Right… yes… I’ll… be right back,” Ignis rasped, Gladio chuckling as he finally unwrapped his arms from around Ignis’s waist and stepped back to allow him to move.
Ignis practically dashed to their bedroom and Gladio found himself feeling just a bit proud at getting that reaction. Glancing down he took in the amount of work Ignis still had to do. How much of it was his own and how much of it still had other names and other handwriting on it. The extra work Ignis had been heaped with.
Shaking his head he moved away from the table, going back over to the sofa and making sure the pillows were fluffed up, their throw blanket was at the ready and that the TV was turned on to one of those cooking competition shows that Ignis absolutely adored. The man never admitted to liking them, but Gladio knew better. He would see Ignis’s fingers twitch as people used their knives or the way he would mumble under his breath when he thought the contestant was picking the wrong spice to use. He couldn’t help smiling as he thought about it, his smile only growing as he felt arms wrapping around his own waist from where he was bent over, adjusting the last pillow.
“That was quick,” he teased softly, standing back to his full height and feeling Ignis hiding his face between his shoulder blades, noticing a distinct lack of glasses. Hopefully he had simply set them aside instead of losing them again.
“Yes… well… you gave me plenty of reasons to get back here as soon as possible,” he mumbled against Gladio’s back, his words muffled and vibrating against the Shields spine, making him shiver a bit.
“I’m a master of my craft. What can I say?” Gladio chuckled, feeling Ignis nuzzling into his back more and wriggling a bit in his hold. “H-Hey. What’re you doin’ back there?” he said lightly, turning his head a bit to try and glance back at his partner even as the man’s arms held him a little tighter around his waist.
“Payback,” Ignis murmured, Gladio feeling the smile against his back a moment too late to do himself any good. Soon he felt Ignis’s fingers lightly pinching and massaging against his lower ribs, making him buckle and giggle in the worst way possible. His own arms attempting to wrap around himself to protect his weak spot.
“Nonon-ahaha! Dohon’t! Ihihig-nis!” he squeaked through his laughter, trying to wriggle free.
“You’re lucky I’m so forgiving,”Ignis murmured after a moment, stopping his small torment to simply hug Gladio closer. “Remind me to thank Cor for giving me that little tidbit of info about you. It’s saved me countless times.”
Gladio still had a few residual giggles escaping him even as he was able to stand back up to his full height, his arms slowly unwrapping so he could soothe his hands along Ignis’s forearms. “He is an asshole. He has his own weak spots though you gotta be quick to get a reaction otherwise he can turn it off. It’s… unnatural,” Gladio chuckled.
“Oh? And where would the Marshal have these weak spots?” Ignis asked, Gladio instantly hearing the tactitions mind going to work, but he wasn’t foolish enough to get himself caught up into that.
“Oh no. You wanna find out, be my guest, but I’m not going to be the one to get Cor on my bad side,” he murmured, slowly turning around in Ignis’s arms to see the man leveling him with a pout. Without his glasses and with his hair down and soft, it made him look even younger and Gladio felt his resolve waver.
“If you can get his neck… right against the back of it you’re gold. Saps him instantly. My Dad told me about that, but you cannot tell him I told you,” Gladio said earnestly, even going so far as to lower his voice incase, somehow, the Marshal would still be able to hear him betraying such a secret.
“My lips are sealed,” Ignis murmured, his pout instantly morphing into a bright smile as his eyes sparkled with mischief. However, under that mischievous smile, Gladio could still see the dark circles that had settled under is partners eyes, the way his shoulders still seemed tense and his back rigid. Even dressed down in soft grey sweats and a faded green t-shirt, Ignis still needed a chance to relax and Gladio wanted nothing more than to give it to him.
“Come on, you little imp. Let’s get you relaxing for a bit,” he offered softly, soothing the man’s bangs from his forehead and watching how Ignis’s eyes fluttered shut at even that soft contact. Gladio could feel his heart constrict with so much love for this man, he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to properly express it.
Moving his hand away he watched the slight flicker of discontent pass over Ignis’s face, but he made sure it was short lived. Ducking down once more he pressed a few soft kisses to his brow, his nose, his cheeks. Tender pecks meant to soothe and relax him. Ignis’s hands were now settled loosely against his hips, his own hands resting just over the Advisers upper arms. Placing one last kiss to his lips he began to step back, allowing his hands to sweet down Ignis’s arms, gently holding onto his fingers as he led him toward the sofa.
“Just a few minutes of rest. I promise,” he murmured once more, not wanting to break the little spell he could see he’d been able to capture his partner in.
Ignis gave a little nod at this, his eyes partially hooded as he followed. Gladio easily settled himself on the sofa, laying across it with his legs outstretched before giving Ignis’s fingers a little tug. Before long he found himself with a cuddle hungry Adviser draped over him, the man’s head nestled against his chest, right over his heart and his hands tucked under Gladio’s back.
“Comfortable, Iggy?” Gladio rumbled softly, one arm resting over the back of the sofa while his other hand worked to soothe and gently massage against the length of Ignis’s back.
A shaky response and a little nod was the only confirmation he got as he felt Ignis unwinding. It always started slowly. First, his breathing would calm. Soft, deep breaths that seemed to deflate him more and more. Then his legs would slowly start to tangle with Gladio’s, as if his body was already betraying his future plans to move anytime soon.
Then his back and shoulders would slowly start to soften, his muscles relaxing under Gladio’s gentle guidance. A few kisses to his hair always seemed to complete the transformation from stern, rigid Adviser to pliant, cuddlebug Iggy.
“Feeling better?” Gladio asked, his hand having snuck up to lightly soothe and card through Ignis’s hair. His brow furrowed a moment when no answer was forthcoming and he glanced down once more. “Iggy?”
The man was out cold. His cheek smushed against Gladio’s chest, lips slightly parted and looking so gods damn adorable Gladio cursed himself for not having his phone nearby to take a picture.
Carefully he shifted his arm on the back of the sofa, nabbing the blanket he had ready and draping it over the both of them. He himself was always warm, but Ignis had a tendency to get cold. The last thing he wanted was any discomfort to wake the poor man who was in desperate need of this time to relax.
His hand returned to soothing against Ignis’s scalp, keeping the Adviser blissfully content with every soft touch and gentle brush of his fingertips.
Someone on the television mentioned paprika and Gladio swore he felt Ignis’s fingers twitch between his back and the sofa and he couldn’t help a little chuckle. He knew he would have to wake the man here in awhile. Knew he’d have to keep his promise to him. But for this moment he allowed himself to be greedy. Allowed Ignis to be greedy and get the rest he deserved.
“Sleep tight, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, feeling the way Ignis sighed at his soft endearment, his arms wrapping protectively around his partner. “We still got a few minutes.”
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Secrets Inside...
@carsonthings & @stewartnils
It had been a pretty long day for China and little Bean... which was saying a lot since they all finally arrived home just past midday. She had a tired arm and a sore stomach but it was all worth it to see her little Bean. The fact Liam had managed to see the baby, too, even through FaceTime... well that was a blessing. “I know, I’m gonna nap now,” She promised Delta who was right at her side protectively. Lots of rest, that was what she had on her plate for a couple days while she recovered, but she had one last job to do. A white envelope was tucked carefully in her hand. China laughed remembering her warning when she got into the car showing Liam the envelope, “No peeking,” even though she was so very tempted to take a quick look at it herself.
She hadn’t yet. She’d held it close to herself as if it was the most precious item in the world, and now she was back in The Cave for their last few days here, she knew it’d be nice to let Sof and Boo have this honor first. China had thought about making it all extravagant and wonderful. A bouquet of flowers, maybe some wine, and the envelope propped up against it waiting for them both to return home, but after that scan and all its weird tests and some anaesthetic, she’d rather just be subtle about it and nap. Plus, she hoped, putting it somewhere Liam wouldn’t stumble on it before the other two did would probably be a good idea too, just to ease his temptation.
Grabbing a pen off of the table she carefully scribbled onto the front of the envelope so they knew it was for them, before she walked to their bedroom door. A small groan of effort as she bent and slipped it beneath the wood like some odd secret note.
Chi stood up straight and gave a satisfied smile. Now, all she had to do was wait a little to find out herself. She petted Delta’s head gently, a yawn escaping her lips, “Okay, nap time. Let’s get some sleep, pup.” She turned and walked away from the door, heading to the Chinest to begin her rest.
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