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Little Homeworld Life chapter 3: Date Night (originally published August 29, 2022)

AN: And now onto the lighthearted fun and games that I mentioned last time! Jasper deserves somebody to love and loves her in return after all that's happened to her throughout literally everything. Meanwhile, White Topaz needs someone who legitimately cares for her after suffering as Black Rutile's beleaguered and abused bodyguard for thousands of years. I think these two are quite perfect for each other, and I hope you'll all feel the same too after this chapter.

Synopsis: White Topaz decides to take her relationship with Jasper to the next level by taking her on a date.

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Jennifer Paz as Lapis, Laz

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Tom Scharpling as Greg

Luke Millington-Drake as Earl the Snotty Waiter

Eric Bauza as Maitre'd

Andrew Kishino as Kevin

"Kristen, you are the apple of my eye, the key to my heart, the biggest flower in my garden!" the male lead of a cheesy romance movie announced to his love interest before pulling out a wedding ring. "My dear, will you marry me?"

"Oh yes, Christian, yes I will!" Kristen exclaimed. "Now kiss me, you fool!"

"That was such a good movie!" White Topaz sniffed as the film's credits began rolling. "Those two have been through so much together; they're perfect for each other! Kinda like Jasper and me, I suppose." She began thinking back to when she teamed up with the Crystal Gems to save Steven and the earth from Black Rutile, how they both connected over feeling so lost & lonely, and how their growing bond defeated her once and for all through Orange Moonstone.

"Hm, I wonder if Jasper ever had any lovers back in the day?" White Topaz continued pondering. "Or maybe she was just too busy fighting even to consider romance." That was then the Topaz got an idea, and she eagerly stood up from her couch. "Wait, that's it! I'll ask her on a date!" Looking back at the movie she just watched, White Topaz smiled dreamily before bolting out the door, eager to ask Jasper out.

"Okay, everyone, that's enough for today!" Jasper said to her self-defense class students as their session rolled to an end. "Now get out!" she commanded, allowing the class to leave as they talked to each other, and Holly Blue weakly crawled away before White Topaz unknowingly stepped on her head as she walked up to Jasper. "Oh, White Topaz, fancy seeing you here. What do you want?"

"I just came here because I wanted to ask you a very important question." White Topaz stated. "I bet you'll be blown away once you hear it!"

"Whatever it is, save it for later." Jasper said, trying not to pay attention to the Topaz. "I got things to do now."

"Aw, come on, I can see you're hiding something, Jasp!" White Topaz teased Jasper, making the perfect quartz blush in embarrassment. "See, you're even blushing!"

"No, I'm not, Paz!" Jasper tried to deny it and buried her face in her voluminous hair. "Now, leave me alone already!"

"Come on; I just wanted to ask if you want to go on a date with me!" Paz continued, making Jasper freeze up in shock. "Well, do you?" Unfortunately for Paz, Jasper did not answer, and she bolted away, her face still hidden away within her hair. Despite this, White Topaz decided to look on the bright side. "I think I'll take that as a yes." She then cheerfully walked away to tell someone the good news.

As Jasper pulled her hair back to see where she was going, she continued running in embarrassment from White Topaz after the former bodyguard's proposal and now needed someone to tell it to. Jasper never had someone express romantic attraction towards her before since she was always so busy with serving the Diamonds, so hearing White Topaz ask her on a date made her super nervous. She needed someone more of an expert on relationships than she was, perhaps someone who has been in one for ages. Someone like Garnet.

"Garnet, Garnet!" Jasper cried for the fusion of Ruby and Sapphire, who turned to smirk at Jasper. "I need your help."

"Well, this is a new development." Garnet commented as Jasper caught up with her former foe. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"Well, it's about White Topaz and me." Jasper started. "You know how we fused to stop Black Rutile, Aquamarine, and Eyeball once and for all? I think she might be attracted to me now and even asked me out, though I'm not sure."

"She asked you out!" Garnet exclaimed delightfully. "I knew you two would become closer someday! What did you say?"

"No, I'm not that close with her!" Jasper fibbed while blushing like mad. "We were brought together by circumstance and bonded over similar experiences; it's not that deep! Not every duo with a very close relationship should be a couple, you know!" Unfortunately for Jasper, Garnet stood there unblinking, the quartz's reflection appearing on Garnet's shades as anxiety rattled through her. Garnet didn't even need to say anything to force Jasper to drop to her knees and start begging. "Please, Garnet, teach me how to be a good lover! You're my only hope!"

"Well, it looks like the foot is on the other shoe now." Garnet commented on Jasper's state while reminiscing on how they first met, chuckling to herself on how the same Gem that violently un-fused her is now crying for the fusion's help. "Okay, Jasper, stand up straight. I'll give you some help on how to treat a woman right."

"You really mean it?" Jasper said as she got back up.

"Yes. Definitely. Absolutely." Garnet smiled while putting a hand on Garnet's shoulder. "Come on. Me, Amethyst, and Pearl will show you the ropes."

"Remember how I refused your help so many times in the past?" Jasper chuckled dryly. "Funny how things have changed, eh?"

"Most definitely." Garnet replied warmly.

Unlike Jasper, White Topaz cheerfully marched to Peridot and Lapis's house to inform them of the good news. After walking through their front lawn, which was littered with gourd puppies, Paz then knocked on the front door, where Peridot greeted her. "Oh, hello there, White Topaz. What brings you to our homestead today?"

"Well, I got some huge news that I have to share with you and Lapis today, so I'm gonna need you guys for this one." White Topaz said. "Is Lapis here today?"

"Oh, she's just finishing up our latest meep morp!" Peridot proclaimed. "We should teach you how to make one of your own someday."

"Hey, Peridot, who's at the door?" Lapis asked as she flew down the stairs to the living room as Peridot showed White Topaz inside. "Oh, hey, White Topaz. What's up?"

"Well, I actually got some big news for you guys." White Topaz declared. "I just asked Jasper out on a date tonight! I'm not sure if she said yes, but the way she was super embarrassed when I asked definitely gave me some positive vibes."

"I'm sorry, Jasper?" Peridot stuttered in alarm at the fact that Jasper, of all Gems, had asked someone out. "Why her out of literally everyone on the planet?!"

"I mean, you know how she and I treated each other as Malachite!" Lapis agreed with her partner. "I just don't think Jasper is the kind of Gem to actively pursue romance! I honestly thought you two would be just friends because of how you bonded over shared trauma."

"No, you gotta believe me." White Topaz assured the barn mates. "I just want Jasper to finally have someone to love and loves her back. I think it's what she deserves after all her pain and suffering for so many years."

"Well, okay, we'll give this a shot." Lapis declared. "If you think Jasper needs a girlfriend, then I don't see why not."

"Trust me; you're going to love learning with us!" Peridot eagerly added. "If you want to get the girl, you'll need to act like you want to."

"Oh, thanks so much, you guys!" White Topaz squealed eagerly as she wrapped Lapis and Peridot in a big, crushing hug. "I'll listen to everything you say!"

"That's great, Paz. Now can you please let us go?" Lapis gasped as she tried to wriggle free from the Topaz's embrace.

"Okay, so first step on going on a date." Amethyst declared as she and Garnet set Jasper up on a practice date with Pearl at the temple. "You gotta make your lover feel comfortable around you, try and strike up a conversation!"

"Okay, what kind of conversations?" Jasper asked her fellow quartz.

"I don't know, come up with anything!" Amethyst exclaimed before she and Garnet left the room. "Garnet and I will be watching you from the sidelines so we can give you a score between zero and ten."

"Good grief, I'm not prepared for this." Jasper muttered to herself before turning to face Pearl, unsure what to start with. "So, uh, has it ever occurred to you, Pearl, that the process that creates this boredom that we see in the world now may very well be a self-perpetuating, unconscious form of brainwashing created by a world totalitarian government based on money, and that all of this is much more dangerous than one think?"

"Oh dear, getting a little philosophical, I see." Pearl chuckled lightly. "What inspired this idea?"

"Oh, just this movie I saw once." Jasper replied. "Got a little bored once I realized it was just two humans talking over dinner."

"Oh, I love that film!" Pearl exclaimed delightfully. "I never figured some humans could be so spiritual!"

"Yes, the spirit." Jasper added awkwardly. "Like ghosts and such."

"Are we changing the subject now?" Pearl wondered. "I would've really liked to compare our views on that movie."

"What views?!" Jasper started complaining. "It was just two people talking to each other! You see that literally every day! What's so exciting about that?!" Suddenly, Amethyst made an obnoxiously loud buzzer sound as she and Garnet emerged from outside to review Jasper's progress. "What did I do?!"

"You almost had it Jasper." Garnet bluntly critiqued Jasper's performance. "You almost formed a connection with Pearl and had something to talk about, but you just had to screw it all up."

"I apologize. I just have such minimal experience with occasions like this." Jasper confessed. "I was always so focused on training and fighting that such feelings escaped me for so long!"

"Eh, as Garnet said, you almost had it." Amethyst replied warmly. "I'm sure with enough practice; you'll get it right and knock WT off her socks like no one's business!"

"Why would knocking someone off their socks be anyone's business?" Jasper inquired, causing the other Gems to laugh. "No, seriously, why is it anyone's business?" she kept asking, though the Crystal Gems' laughter overlapped her. "Stop laughing, and someone answer me!"

Meanwhile, White Topaz was given a test date of her own with Bismuth, with Peridot and Lapis watching to examine her progress. Unlike Jasper, White Topaz was doing much better in her practice due to being more friendly & sociable with others. But there were still a few things wrong with her behavior on the date.

"So Paz, how has your day been?" Bismuth asked White Topaz. "I've just been doing some forging, spending time with the old Crystal Gems, watching some really good TV. Hey, have you ever heard of Harry's Hot Dogs? That's a funny cartoon about a family running a hot dog place and all the crazy adventures they get into!"

"Oh, that's very nice, but can I get you anything?" White Topaz asked in response, her past self as White Topaz's obedient servant shining through. "Maybe a foot rub, a massage. I could even throw in a planet for you to conquer!"

"Uh, Topaz, you feelin' okay?" Bismuth wondered nervously. "I mean, we should be asking each other questions right now. Save the gift-giving for later!"

"Oops, sorry. Force of habit." White Topaz apologized. "Back on topic, what would you like me to do for you?"

"You're doing it again." Bismuth responded before she turned her head away. "Peri, Lapis, I need a lift here!"

"I see our test subject is acting quite submissive." Peridot analyzed as she and Lapis stepped in to help Bismuth and White Topaz. "You keep asking your date if she needs anything done by you."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Lapis asked the Topaz. "I mean, you can tell Jasper the date's off if you don't think you're ready."

"No, I want to do this!" White Topaz exclaimed. "I just want Jasper to have a break after all she's done and be with someone who cares about her. Is that too much to ask?"

The Crystal Gems' B-team stared at White Topaz for a moment before they decided to huddle together to discuss their friend's motives. "So, now what do we do?" Lapis asked Peridot and Bismuth. "After hearing her say that, maybe we should give this another shot."

"I certainly agree." Peridot replied to her barn-mate. "Regardless of her submissive behavior, White Topaz seems like such a sweet and understanding Gem who was simply dealt a bad hand in life."

"Maybe a few more practice rounds should help her out." Bismuth proclaimed before the trio broke their huddle and turned to White Topaz. "Well, WT, it looks like you convinced us."

"Oh, thanks guys!" White Topaz cheered. "That reminds me, where should I take Jasper?"

"We already have that part handled for you." Peridot replied. "We already set up a reservation for you two at the Crab Shack. Consider yourselves lucky that our celebrity status for saving the world from Black Rutile helped us make it pretty easy. Though the staff still isn't too happy with how you two destroyed the place."

"Oh dear, they at least had the place rebuilt, right?" White Topaz asked guiltily. "I'm not sure if Jasper and I were thinking straight when we were fighting Pietersite, since we did cause a ton of damage to Beach City."

"I'm still hearing complaints from Mr. Smiley about the Ferris wheel." Bismuth remarked. "So, what do you say? You think you're ready?"

White Topaz's eyes glittered with excitement before she finally gave her answer. "I think I am!"

Later that evening, after a few more practice dates, the Gems finally believed that Jasper and White Topaz were ready for their big night at the Crab Shack. It took a lot of trying and a lot of awkwardness, but at long last, the two lovebirds to be had perfected their conversation skills in time for their dinner.

"Hm, you think I should go with casual or fancy?" White Topaz muttered as she shapeshifted numerous kinds of dresses to wear for tonight, showing off each of them to Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth. "Your thoughts Peri?"

"I'm probably the last person you should talk to about fashion." Peridot replied. "Just go with whatever you think looks best on you."

"If you say so!" White Topaz beamed and snapped her fingers to turn her current attire into a cute gray strapless dress. "How do I look?"

"Looking good, Paz!" Bismuth complimented the former bodyguard's current attire before someone started knocking on her and Lapis's front door. "Ooh, that must be Jasper!"

"Okay, WT, deep breaths." Lapis said as she tried to calm White Topaz's nerves. "This is just a first date, nothing to get super wound up about."

"What do you mean wound up?" the Topaz laughed. "I'm so excited about this and just want Jasper to have a good time!"

Meanwhile, Peridot had just run up to the door and excitedly opened it, discovering Jasper standing on the other side dressed in an orange suit with a hollyhock over her chest. "Nice suit, Jasper."

"Did I ask for your opinion?" Jasper growled at the tiny technician. "Now, where's White Topaz? It's time."

"She'll be down in a moment." Bismuth replied while walking downstairs with Lapis following her. "Loving the choice of flower for the evening, Jasper."

"Oh, this?" Jasper said while adjusting the hollyhock. "I had this picked for me since Pearl says it was one of Rose's favorites. Means something about the circle of life and how it moves us all, or something."

"Hey, guys." White Topaz greeted as she entered the room, stunning Jasper with her choice of attire for tonight. "Hi, Jasper."

"You're pretty looking good tonight." Jasper stuttered in awe. "I mean, looking good! No, looking pretty tonight!" White Topaz then started laughing. "Uh, good-looking?"

"Don't get so nervous. It's just a first date." White Topaz giggled before she took Jasper's hand, caressing her lover's striped orange skin with her thumb. "You ready?"

"Sure, why not?" Jasper wheezed awkwardly just as Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl appeared outside.

"Your chariot awaits, my friends." Garnet gave an assuring smile before she presented the Mr. Universe van parked outside, with Greg serving as Jasper and White Topaz's chauffeur for the night.

"Hop on in, you two!" Greg exclaimed while honking his horn. "We haven't got all night!"

"Have fun, girls!" Amethyst added as the two strong Gems walked outside hand in hand.

"Remember what we taught you for tonight!" Pearl instructed.

"We won't forget!" White Topaz called back while waving to the Crystal Gems with her free hand. "See you later!"

"This is our chariot?" Jasper commented on the crummy van as she and her white-colored date sat down in the passenger seats. "This looks like trash."

"Now, now Jasper," Greg smiled at the celebrated quartz. "Yes, this van is trash, but it's my trash!"

"I'm just being honest here!" Jasper replied. "You couldn't have picked a better vehicle to drive around in?"

"She's just joking." White Topaz assured Greg with a laugh as Mr. Universe's ride drove away from Little Homeworld to the Crab Shack.

In the aftermath of the final battle against the original Rutile Rebels, the Crab Shack suffered the most damage out of all of Beach City after being completely destroyed by the falling water tower Pietersite tossed Orange Moonstone into. Though the restaurant was able to rebuild with help from the people of Beach City and got a whole new look in the process, none of the staff could forget how dozens of people were nearly jobless because of the Gems.

The Mr. Universe van pulled up to the Crab Shack, and Jasper & White Topaz disembarked to make their reservations, much to the annoyance of the maitre'd. "Oh goody, you two again." He groaned in disgust. "I don't care what you want; just make sure not to leave such a humongous mess this time!"

"Actually, we have a reservation for tonight." White Topaz laughed nervously. "The Crystal Gems made it for me and my date here."

"Now, if you want to keep your job and not get tossed into the water, you will let us in." Jasper snarled in addition. "Do I make myself clear?!"

"Oh yes, madame, I have your reservations right here!" the maitre'd exclaimed both in eagerness and terror. "Right this way, ladies!" He continued trembling in fear as the pair of Gems entered the restaurant, giving a nervous wave as Jasper shot him an intimidating glare before turning to his phone to type something on it.

"Just got threatened into allowing the two Gems that nearly cost me my job into letting them in!" he complained on social media. "#BlackRutileWasRight!"

"Hey, was threatening the guy up front like that really necessary?" White Topaz asked Jasper as the two Gems walked inside the Crab Shack to see numerous couples like them enjoying their time together. Some of them were human couples and Gem couples, but a few of them were Gems they knew dating humans, like Laz getting bored listening to a young man telling stories of his previous dates, Orange Spodumene laughing together with a dark-skinned woman, Emerald trying to get her date to paying attention to her and not to their phone, and many more.

"If he's going to be ungrateful for how thanks to us, he won't have to die along with everyone else on this planet, then I find it necessary." Jasper answered as the couple sat down at their table. "Wow, full house tonight."

"Yeah, lot of Gems dating humans too." White Topaz agreed before she spotted Laz in the distance. "Hi, Laz! It's me, White Topaz! How's your boyfriend doing?!"

"Uh, who is that?" Kevin asked Laz while looking at White Topaz close by.

"Just a friend from when I was part of a league of rogue Gems out for revenge against Steven." Laz responded. "Now, what were you saying about Sabina?"

"You know, speaking of Lapis Lazulis, I suppose you may have heard about Malachite and all that?" Jasper tried to strike up a conversation.

"Oh yeah, I've heard from Black Rutile and Laz!" White Topaz answered. "Last I remember, Black Rutile was pretty pissed about how Lapis got no punishment for her actions, and yet so many Gems were outcasted for doing what they were supposed to do. You know, normal Black Rutile stuff. Still, it is pretty messed up what Lapis is willing to do for the sake of others."

"Yeah, it was really mutually toxic for the most part." Jasper agreed solemnly. "I mean, first she forced me into the ocean, then I took my rage out on her for robbing me of a rematch, then she took her rage out on me for taking my rage out on her. It was just super problematic all around!" She then took a deep breath. "Thankfully, times are different now, all because of Steven."

"Good evening, ladies, my name is Earl, and I'll be your waiter for tonight." A mustached man in a suit introduced himself to Jasp and Paz before he realized who he was talking to. "Oh, wait, you two again."

"Howdy, mister!" White Topaz greeted the waiter. "Hey, uh, no hard feelings about making you almost lose your job?"

"Consider yourself lucky the entire world is swallowed in Crystal Gem mania." Dimitri remarked passive-aggressively while handing the two their menus. "Here are your menus. Just holler when you're ready. Until then, help yourself to some of our famous breadsticks."

"Ooh, thanks!" White Topaz said as she picked up a breadstick. "So, how can you possibly make bread into a stick? Is there an actual stick inside or what?"

"Look, I don't care how it's made; just enjoy your night already!" Earl yelled and tried to storm off, but Jasper wasn't taking this lightly. Reaching her hand out to grab Earl by his necktie, the quartz pulled the snotty waiter towards her as Jasper got out of her seat to confront her.

"Pardon me, sir, but I don't appreciate your tone." Jasper declared angrily, much to the waiter's shock. "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot since we destroyed this place not too long ago, but if it weren't for us, this place would no longer exist!" she roared in Earl's face. "So please, I implore you to be more respectful, or I'll make sure to smash your head to pieces and make it the next dinner special!"

"OKAY, OKAY! I'M SORRY!" Earl cried out while erratically shaking his head. "I'll be a good waiter, just don't kill me, please!"

"Jasper, settle down!" White Topaz exclaimed as her date dropped Earl to the ground, and he hurried off in fright. "Geez, didn't I tell you that threatening people on our big night isn't necessary?"

"I'm sorry. It's just that these humans should be more grateful for what we've done!" Jasper apologized before she picked up the menu. "So, what would you like?"

"But then again, we did tear Beach City apart to save it." White Topaz replied while looking through her menu. "Hm, I think I'll take a plate of sauteed crab claws with a strawberry sunrise on the side."

"I hear that goes great without ice." Jasper replied. "I'll go with shrimp fried rice and a Rob Roy." She then did a double take to examine further what she had just ordered. "Who is this Rob Roy? Did he train shrimp to fry rice?"

White Topaz then started giggling at Jasper's confusion. "Oh my gosh, you're so adorably literal!" she laughed. "I'm not sure if shrimp can fry rice, but I can tell you shrimp is pretty yummy!"

"I can tell you've been hanging around Amethyst a lot." Jasper replied. "What, do you have a digestive system now too?"

"You bet!" White Topaz proclaimed proudly. "You should give it a shot! Better than just having food fester for a long time before having to spit it up somewhere."

"And does that mean you also have to po-" Jasper started, but she was fortunately interrupted.

"No, I don't think I'm that far yet." White Topaz cut her orange-skinned date off as Earl sheepishly returned to their table.

"Uh, are you two ready to order?" Earl nervously asked while still trembling in fear of Jasper.

"Oh, yes we are!" White Topaz excitedly answered. "I'll have some sauteed crab claws and a strawberry sunrise, no ice. Ooh, and one of those tiny umbrellas!"

"I'll have the shrimp fried rice and a Rob Roy." Jasper added before handing her menu over to Earl. "And make it snappy, will ya?!"

"Oh yes, right away, ma'am!" Earl submissively answered as he took the menus and speed-walked away, leaving the two Gems to continue talking.

"Jasper, you're still making a scene here." White Topaz whispered to Jasper as she discovered many restaurant patrons beginning to stare at them. "And I think we're starting to attract some attention."

"Good, we deserve it after all we've done to PROTECT YOU ALL FROM TOTAL DESTRUCTION!" Jasper replied, raising her voice as she finished her sentence for everyone to hear before she sat down again. "Well, what more do you want? Are you not entertained?"

"Hey, uh, I got a question for you." A middle-aged man having an anniversary dinner with his wife sheepishly declared. "Could you please sit on my face?"

"Lynn!" the man's wife gasped in shock.

"Come on, Bobbi, can you blame me?!" Lynn tried justifying himself to his wife.

"Well, this got real awkward quick." White Topaz muttered to herself as Earl returned with their meals and drinks.

"Here you go, girls. One helping of sauteed crab legs and a strawberry sunrise for Big White," the waiter proclaimed while serving White Topaz her order before moving onto Jasper. "and some shrimp fried rice with a Rob Roy for the amazon here."

"A what?" Jasper asked as she took a bite of shrimp-fried rice.

"Oh right, you're aliens, so of course you don't know of our Earth culture." Earl rolled his eyes in annoyance. "An amazon is a big, strong, and gorgeous woman, which you are, my dear." He explained the amazon to Jasper while getting on one knee. "Which reminds me, you are free to use me as a footstool while you eat, my love."

"Hey, just because she's beautiful and has big muscles doesn't mean she's yours to lust after!" White Topaz stood in defense of her date before she downed her strawberry sunrise. "Besides, didn't she threaten to kill you earlier?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised how much threats against my safety turn me on." Earl admitted shamelessly. "Would you like me to list off some of my fetishes? I think you'd find some of them quite interesting!"

"Ew, can you please go away already?!" White Topaz yelled as she kicked Earl away, sending him flying into the wall and causing a mounted fish to fall on him.

"Spoilsport." Earl groaned in disgust as he stormed off with the fish taxidermy still clinging to him.

"Well, now that we got that out of the way, bon appetit!" White Topaz declared before she took a crab leg to eat. "Have you ever faced stuff like this back on Homeworld?"

"Indeed, I encountered many suitors during my time living there. And yes, some of them were just as irritating as Earl just now." Jasper admitted while eating some shrimp fried rice.

"You know I can still hear you!" Earl bellowed from afar.

"But regardless, most of them were able to keep their distance." Jasper said as she taste-tested her Rob Roy. "How about you?"

"Maybe not as much as you, but I did get a few admirers myself." White Topaz proclaimed. "Though Black Rutile usually took them out, I honestly did want a chance to get to know them better."

"Well, hopefully, some of them could still be around for you to connect with." Jasper responded. "And speaking of which."

"Did you see how she shut down that waiter?" a nearby man said to his friend. "Man, that was hot!"

"Oh, but what about how her date stood up for her?" the other man answered. "Ooh, if my parents had a micrometer of respect for me, they'd be all over me bringing her home."

"I wonder if the striped one works out." A middle-aged woman said to her pals. "I'd have her snap my neck anytime."

"I want that big marshmallow to protect me at all costs." Another man declared amorously, making White Topaz blush.

"Seriously, when I said I wanted respect from this restaurant, I did not want it like this!" Jasper said in disgust while continuing to eat her food.

"Hey sweetie, just ignore it and keep eating." Paz suggested before she offered her a crab leg. "Want a crab leg?"

"Okay then." Jasp said and took the crab leg to eat. "Hm, tastes like fish."

"That's the idea!" White Topaz exclaimed. "That reminds me, can I have some of that rice?"

"I don't see why not." Jasper agreed as she took a spoonful of rice to feed her lover with.

"Aw, they look so cute together." Yet another voice said. "Why can't we be like that?"

"Because I should've picked a better date." The voice's partner snarked. All this banter at her and Paz's expense was slowly sending Jasper over the edge. While everything inside her said to go wild and tell everyone to shut up, she couldn't bear to spoil what was a pretty good evening so far. So instead of letting her temper get the better of her, Jasper took a deep breath before finishing her rice and taking another sip of Rob Roy.

"Uh, check please." Jasper called out to Earl.

"Oh, are you finished with your meal, ladies?" Earl asked. "It's a shame to see you two go. Our desserts are to die for!"

"It is disappointing we have to leave for me too." White Topaz agreed with Earl. "But my date is getting a little annoyed at everyone making a pass at us."

"Gee, I can't imagine why." Earl smirked with a roll of his eyes, but Jasper gave him another glare while sliding her finger across her neck. "Uh, have a nice rest of your night, you two."

And so, Jasper and White Topaz finally left the restaurant after paying the bill, though they struggled a bit due to their lacking knowledge of Earth currency. Meanwhile, six conspicuously dressed women watching the duo the whole date began talking among themselves in their booth.

"I may have seen it coming, but I'm surprised at how Jasper dealt with all that catcalling." Garnet said to her fellow wingmen.

"Yeah, she'd usually hulk out and go on a rampage." Amethyst replied.

"But still, their evening was nearly spoiled far too many times to count." Pearl remarked fearfully. "White Topaz was so excited about this date too."

"I don't think it was that bad." Peridot stated optimistically. "Their conversation skills were amazing!"

"Plus, their jokes weren't half bad either." Lapis agreed with Peridot. "But I still want to know, is it possible to train a shrimp to fry rice?"

"Have you seen how tiny their limbs are?" Bismuth said. "Getting them to pick up a pan alone would make them the eighth wonder of the world!"

"So Garnet, where do they go from here?" Pearl asked the Gems' de-facto leader.

"I say we follow them and see what happens." Garnet suggested before turning to Earl. "Mr. Earl, we'd like to pay the bill, please."

"You haven't eaten a single thing!" Earl complained to the Crystal Gems. "What was the point of coming here if you didn't order your entire stay?!" But before Earl could get an answer, the Crystal Gems had already left. "Oy, aliens!"

"So infuriating!" Jasper complained to herself as she and White Topaz walked along the beach with the moon hanging above them. Even though Jasper was still angry at the restaurant for all the mistreatment they suffered, White Topaz tried to look on the bright side of things.

"Hey, tonight may have been a little problematic, but you handled things better than I thought you did." White Topaz said to her date. "I almost thought you'd really smash that waiter's head into dinner."

"Yeah, as much as I wanted to do that, I didn't want to ruin our date either." Jasper confessed to White Topaz while taking her hands in hers. "I mean, you were super excited to go out with me tonight, and I was happy to get some time off too. But do you think we could've picked a better place to eat?"

"Maybe." Paz answered. "Maybe on our next date, let's just hang out at Fish Stew Pizza. At least we haven't torn that place to shreds,"

"I'd like that." Jasp smiled. "Besides, I would rather get shattered all over again than disappoint my girlfriend." Jasper then realized too late what she had said as she saw White Topaz stare at her with stars in her eyes and a strange pink blur surrounding her face. "How are you doing that?"

"You just called me girlfriend!" White Topaz squealed happily before giving Jasper the biggest hug she could ever offer. "Hey, you wanna make it official with a little kiss?"

"I swear, it was an accident, please!" Jasper was quickly cut off as soon as White Topaz planted a kiss on her lips, but she quickly accepted it and started kissing her back, all while the Crystal Gems watched over them from afar.

"Aw, I'm so happy for them!" Pearl cooed in delight at the couple.

"Who would've guessed Jasper was a big softie deep down?" Lapis wondered aloud.

"Good to see this future came to pass." Garnet declared with a smile.

"HEY! YOU KNOW WE CAN SEE YOU!" Jasper yelled at the Gems as she and White Topaz stopped kissing to notice their wingmen spying on them.

"Come on, don't you want us to feel proud?!" Bismuth hollered back.

"You can do whatever, but maybe not watch us like a bunch of creeps next time?" White Topaz suggested.

"Yeah, she's right. Let's get out of here." Amethyst agreed before leaving the other Gems.

"AND IS PERIDOT SERIOUSLY FILMING US RIGHT NOW?!" Jasper continued yelling, bringing attention to the little green Gem filming the couple with a video recorder.

"Come on, Peridot, we're leaving." Pearl grumpily ordered Peridot while dragging her away by the collar.

"Aw, but I wanted to save this as a fond memory!" Peridot complained while the rest of the Gems left, leaving Jasper and White Topaz alone again at last.

"So, now what do we do?" White Topaz asked Jasper.

"I don't know." Jasper replied. "Wanna look at the stars together?"

"I'd love that." White Topaz smiled sweetly, and for the rest of the night, she and Jasper spent their time together stargazing as girlfriend and girlfriend.

Aw, wasn't that just wholesome and awkward? Speaking as someone who is now in a relationship with a friend of mine I've known for five years as I write this, the first date can be really nerve-wracking at first, and the aftermath just as much, but everything will even out eventually. But now that we've got a main ship on our hands, next episode will start leaning heavily into parody territory with The Big Lebowski starring Lapis, Peridot and Teal Zircon. This should be entertaining.

#steven universe #steven universe alternate future #fanfiction #little homeworld life #jasper #white topaz #garnet #amethyst #pearl #peridot #lapis lazuli #bismuth

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shelbystales · 2 years

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Honor and Blood - Part Eight

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 -

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Have in mind that this story happens in season 1 and the beef the Shelbys had with the Lees was solved before Tommy got the guns.

Warning: Swearing,

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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"Dad!" you yelled running towards him.

He smiled as soon as he saw you and opened his arms to hug you.

"Hi sweetie" he said hugging you tight "how are you?"

"I'm good" you kissed his cheek ending the hug

"Dad was telling me about the trip y/n. He's had some crazy adventures" Patrick said sipping the liquid in his mug as he sat in front of his dad's caravan door

"Serious?" you asked surprise "what happened?"

"I'll tell you everythinglater. now that you two are here, I brought gifts" he said smiling.

You smiled happily and gave a little jump of joy "yay! I love gifts!"

"I'll get it and then I'll tell you all about the trip" he said and clapped his hands together as he entered the caravan dodging your brother as he entered.

You were so happy to finally have him home again. You had missed him so much. Growing up you were so close. He feed your dreams and ambitions. Taught you everything you now know. Your brother always said you're daddy's girl… and honestly, you are. You have a pretty special relationship with him.

He walked out of the caravan carrying a small red bag and a small black box.

"This is for you," he gave the box to Rick "and this is for you" he gave the little red bag to you.

"Thank you, Dad," you said opening your present and revealing many stones that looked like rubies, sapphires, and many others but you were surprised to see one rock in particular that you thought were diamonds "dad?" you questioned confused as you showed him the stones on top of your palm.

Then you looked at your brother and saw that he was holding a gold pocket watch that must have cost a fortune too. He looked as confused as you. You two never had expensive things and never cared about it.

"You two have to look good for the shop, hm?" he said smiling "You can take this to your aunt and she can make you some beautiful jewelry," he said helping you put the stones back in the bag "you put this on with a nice suit and you will be the most respectable man in the room," he said leaning over to talk to your brother pointing at the watch.

You smiled shyly, feeling a little uncomfortable "Do we really need this?" you asked

"No, you don't need that, honey… but we have to make a good impression, yes? Remember what I taught you" he said in his thick romani accent

"Of course" you forced a smile

"Now come on, I'm starving!" he said walking to the central tent of the camp, where food was prepared and meals took place.

Everyone gathered around as he told stories about his trip. He was a good storyteller. He said he encountered a group of wild gypsies with wild animals from tigers to parrots on the way and they traveled together to their destination.

Lies, you thought, he liked to add impressive details to stories, but no one would dare say Duke Sinclair was lying, even though everyone knew but the child sitting around the table seemed enthralled by the story, finding it all magical. You could see their watchful eyes twinkling as your father spoke. You smiled to yourself and looked at your brother, the two of you used to listen like them. The best time of the day for you when you were kids was when he would sit with you two around the firepit and tell you stories until you both fell asleep

"So, update me," he told you once the story came to an end and you were alone with him and your brother.

"Well the store is doing well" you smiled "I made some arrangements to keep the goods through the winter" you took the pitcher of water in front of him and poured yourself, after a sip you continued "we are having steady sales, at least one tapestry and so much jewelry. Especially on Mondays" you laughed and he looked at you confused "You know I believe the fact that the Garrison is less than five minutes walk from our shop helped. Guilty men buying gifts for their wifes afterward a long weekend of good binge"

"Ha!" your father exhaled "nice to hear that" he chuckled adorably.

"Either that or they just love their wives so much" your brother added sarcastically making you smile "Speaking of wives… Dad, Y/N has a new boyfriend"

You coughed surprised at his words "what do housewives have to do with that?" you asked annoyed and he smiled

"The fact that you'll be one soon" he mocked and you rolled your eyes

"Over my dead body I'll" you scoffed

Your father looked at you and asked with a smile "is he a good man?"

"No," your brother said before you could respond "but he's a gypsy".

"Fuck off, Rick" you warned at him

"Ey, son, why don't you go on and take Taffee and Dawn for a walk? Let me speak to your sister" he said easing the conversation and your brother nodded standing from the table.

You shot him a deadly look as he walked out, he had no right to give your father the news. It was your life, your relationship you were the one that had to tell him and in your time… not rushed like this. You wanted to first present your dad to Thomas, then at some point announce the news… Sometimes you believed your brother was still five years old and stuck in time.

"Starting off, dad, he's not my boyfriend," you said and he smiled.

You loved when your dad smiled, but his volumed red beard made it so hard to see it, he definitely needed to have it trimmed.

"What's his name, honey?" he asked and you breathed in deeply

"Well he helped me with the shop, you know… he was the one that found it and gave us a preettyyy goood price for it," you said trying to ease the conversation "and he kept checking in, you know… helping us. And he has a pretty good relationship with his family, I guess… well, all he does it's for their good and-"

"Y/n" he interrupted you taking your hand "what's his name?"

"Tommy, Thomas Shelby," you said and you could see the concern in his eyes, and the excruciating sound of his deep breathing made it all worse "he's not a bad man, dad"

"I'll decide that when I meet him," he said evasively. You nodded wondering what he was thinking, he was looking blankly at his hands on yours. And out of nowhere he spoke "could you not just fall for a bakery man?" and you both laughed

"Do you really think a baker is a good match for me dad?" you asked smiling and he denied it with his head

"Take care of yourself, because as much as he says he cares… you're not his priority…" he scowled gently pointing his finger at you as he was teaching you a lesson "… at least not until there's a ring on your hand or a baby in your wound"

"Two things that won't happen so soon," you said and he nodded

"It better not, you deserve a chance to regret and walk away if you decide to," he said and you smiled "Both things take that choice away"

"Yeah" you nodded "I hope that I won't have to take that choice" you admitted

"So there're feelings already?" he asked a bit surprised

"I guess," you said shyly

"hm" he mumbled thoughtfully

"Well, changing the subject… Billy Kimber wants a word with you" you announced

"What? The fuck that bastard wants now?" he grunted "He came to you?" You could see he was annoyed, angry even

"He did. At the shop" you said "dad, what does he want?"

"I don't know Y/N… but whatever it is… it won't be good," he said

"Yeah… you should know he invited me to a party?" you said

"He did? You better not go" he said standing up.

"Where are you going?" you asked

"To see that stinking man," he said walking away.

"You want me to go?" you asked following him

"No," he said

Walking across the camp with him, you could tell by the way he was behaving that there was more to their story. As he got on the horse he looked at you and smiled

"don't worry, I'll be back soon" he said riding off.

"Where did dad go?" your brother asked behind you

You turned to him and pushed him "You had no fucking right!" you said angrily

"Woah Y/N! he would eventually find out! I just gave you a tiny push. Was he mad?" he said with joy in his voice finding it all amusing.

"Fuck you," you said and walked away.

You loved your brother but sometimes he got to you. Like today you felt you could easily beat him up without remorse. But you assumed that that's how a brother and sister relationship is, a balance between love and hate.

You took Taaffe and Dawn and walked into your caravan. They quickly jumped on top of your bed bitting each other and playing. You smiled and sat at the tiny table to study.

--/--

You were so focused on your study that you lost track of time. After maybe four hours, when you finally looked up at your small window, you noticed that the sun was setting and the owls were starting to sing to the moon.

Taaffe was sleeping beside you and Dawn was on top of the bed. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and got up silently trying not to wake them both up, but their super ears can't be fooled, they soon got up and started playing inside the caravan again.

Afraid of them destroying everything you opened the door and let them out.

Curious about your father's whereabouts, you went looking for him. You were relieved to see that his horse was back, so he was probably out there.

the pleasant smell of dinner was already filling the air, indicating that it was time to stop working and get together to eat. The fire was already lit and the children were already sitting next to it, waiting to be fed.

You saw your father talking to your aunt Hester, approaching them you were greeted with warm smiles and a hug from your aunt.

"Your father told me he got you some pretty stones" she said and you nodded smiling

"Some, I'll give you them tomorrow" you said

"beauty! You just want earrings, right? I know that no matter how wonderful the necklace is, you never take this necklace off your neck" she said holding the emerald stone around your neck. You smiled and nodded, the necklace in question was your mother's and since her death you've never taken it off.

"Well you know me" you smiled "but maybe having a different one would be nice"

"Of course" she smiled "well, my business here with your father is over. See you soon, today's soup is sausage" she caressed her belly delighting in the idea and left

"What did he want?" you asked

He smiled "do you have a nice dress?" he asked and you looked at him confused

"What?"

"It seems we are goin to that party after all" he said and you frowned

"What made you change your mind?" you asked curiously and he took a deep breath looking at the floor

"He needs me to do something for him" he explained

"But I thought you stopped working for him, Dad" you said

"I did, but he's not a man who usually takes no" he explained "he threatened to destroy the store, y/n"

"motherfucker" you cursed angrily

he laughed "yes, he is… a real one. But we can't just get carried away by emotions, can we? We do what we need to do and then we leave"

"Yeah, we leave, but then when he wants he whistles you come back running and ready to serve like a good dog?" you asked annoyed

"Y/N, it's not my fault" he said annoyed

"No, it's my fault" you said ironically

he took a deep breath "you don't have to worry about a thing. Mind the store and let me handle him"

"As if I had a choice" you grumbled

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monocaelia · 3 years

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inazuma bound headcanons

their last goodbyes before you depart to the land of eternity.

feat. childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

warnings : inazuma spoilers, slight angst but mainly fluff

❀ childe

despite inazuma being a place not many have ventured to and from, childe isn't the slightest worried for your safety. he knows the dangers of the storming seas surrounding inazuma and of the situation the people of inazuma are in due to the vision hunt decree.

but he prides in the fact that you're strong enough to handle what inazuma has to offer to you. abyss, you've defeated him in battle, there's no way you can't handle a little thunderstorm.

the cheerful chirp of your name alerts your attention to the ginger haired harbinger as he approaches you on the streets of liyue harbor. you raise an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that he shouldn't be here and should be stationed at dragonspine.

before you can scold him about his responsibilities, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around. his laughter rings in your ears and you can't help but smile. any and all thoughts of being mad at him are washed away as soon as his eyes meet yours.

the rest of your day is spent with him, as he won't be able to see you off before your trip to inazuma. he buys you trinkets, food, slings an arm around your shoulders all so you could be reminded of him and how fun it is to spend time with him.

"you know, it's a shame i wasn't stationed in inazuma next. i would have loved to explore it with you and fight at your side for a while longer," childe muses to you as the streets of liyue begin to light up for the evening. his hand is in yours and you squeeze it in reassurance.

"i'll miss you, a lot." your heart swells at his words, pulling him into a comforting embrace. your lips curve into a smile when his arms tighten themselves around you and you can't help but think that you'll miss him too.

"don't forget to send me letters about your visit to inazuma! or else i'll go over there and hunt you down myself, [name]!"

❀ diluc

diluc is not too thrilled to hear that you're departing to inazuma. not that he has anything against the nation, but he knows how hard it is to enter and leave and he knows of the situation the people under the shogunate are in.

but he isn't going to harp you on making sure you can protect yourself. he has faith in you that you'll have a safe voyage over and stay alive while on your journey in the land of eternity. he's seen you singlehandedly defeat and restore dvalin; there's no need to worry about your wellbeing.

his hand brushes against your cheek, moving the hair that curtained your slumbering face. you look so peaceful, so at ease resting against his lap as if you aren't about to set off overseas with no guarantee of your safe return.

you stir from your short slumber, leaning into his touch and diluc cannot help the small smile forming on his lips. "did you sleep well?" he asks, watching you as you slowly get up from his lap. you hum in response and stretch your limbs.

"have you finished packing for your trip?" diluc's question earns a slight frown from you and he raises an eyebrow. "you didn't finish preparing for inazuma, even though you're leaving soon?" diluc's assumption is proven correct when you begin twiddling your fingers and struggling to find a good excuse.

a sigh leaves his lips, getting up and offering you a hand. you bashfully take it. diluc hoists you up and you let out a little laugh when he sends an unamused frown your way. "i'm sorry! i was supposed to finish my preparations today, but i wanted to see you before i had to go."

it's a good thing that diluc has a soft spot for you, otherwise he would have given you the scolding of a lifetime. instead, he gently grasps your hand and flicks your forehead with his free hand before leading you inside the dawn winery so you could properly prepare for your journey overseas.

"i can't accompany you to inazuma, unfortunately, but i'll wish you a safe journey. take care, [name], i'll see you when you return."

❀ kaeya

kaeya is intrigued when you tell him that you'd be leaving for inazuma anytime soon. it's not often that people willingly want to enter storming seas and a land that isn't fond of people traveling to and from.

if anything, kaeya wants to tag along and fight by your side in inazuma. there's not much to do in mondstadt anyways. with jean and diluc keeping everyone in check kaeya didn't really have anything to do besides stir up some drama between the people of mondstadt or provoke enemies of mondstadt.

but he knows that shirking from his duties as captain of the calvary just to accompany you to inazuma wouldn't fare well with jean.

"i'm sad to see that our journey together ends here," kaeya tells you during your final visit to angel's share, for a while anyways. you roll your eyes and gently shove him with your shoulder. you know he's trying to pull at your strings from the way his sapphire eye glimmers in mischief.

"it's not going to be forever, you know. i'll be back before you know it," you reply, taking a sip of your drink. "you're acting like i'm going to inazuma and dying there." you bite back a smile when kaeya sighs dramatically and leans his entire bodyweight on you. a groan leaves your lips from the pressure.

"it's like i can still hear their voice." you snort and shove kaeya off of you, earning a snicker from the taller male. "say, [name], why don't we leave the bar and have a night of our own? just the two of us before you leave."

you pretend to ponder at his question for a moment, but say yes. you don't miss the way his lips curl into a feline smile, or the way his hand encases your own as he leads you out of the tavern and into the chilly evening of mondstadt.

but the chill doesn't bother you. not with kaeya's warm hand intertwined with yours as the two of you laugh and chatter in the warm glow of the street lamps lining the streets.

"are you sure you don't want me to tag along? wouldn't want you to miss me, haha. come back soon. don't keep me waiting."

❀ kazuha

knowing you're about to take off to the nation he escaped from puts him on edge, if he's being honest here. he knows of how brutal raiden shogun can be, stealing the visions of the innocent so she can remain eternal.

yet, seeing the reassuring smile adorning your face calms his nerves. he knows of your strength, of the rumors and tales of you fighting a dragon and a fatui harbinger, but he can't help but worry nonetheless.

his hand gently grasps your own, his fingers drawing shapes along the curves of your knuckles and brushing over the callouses that have formed on your fingertips. your head rests atop his shoulders as the two of you sit on the deck of the crux underneath the stars.

"is something on your mind?" you ask when he pauses in his ministrations. kazuha sighs, pausing briefly before replying to you.

"will you be okay? alone in inazuma, i mean. my homeland is a beautiful and wonderful place, but there is a corrupt and unjust leader ruling over it. i fear you'll be harmed and-"

"and you won't see me again?" you smile and pull away to meet your companion's gaze. there is a storm of worry in kazuha's ruby eyes and you hold his jaw in your hand, thumb rubbing calming circles on his cheek when he leans into your touch and holds your wrist.

"i'm stronger than you think, you've seen that firsthand. i'll be okay, kazuha." your reassuring words seemingly relax the inazuman traveller, but you can still sense the uncertainty surrounding him.

kazuha presses a gentle kiss against your inner palm before sliding his hand up to interlock your hands together.

"should anything happen to you, the wind will guide us together and i shall protect you. stay safe, dear [name]."

❀ xiao

xiao is a bit... unsettled when you give him the news that you're leaving for inazuma in a few days. it isn't often that you get to see him due to his job as one of liyue's yakshas and your travels across teyvat's lands.

he knows you'll be okay in inazuma, but he has no jurisdiction nor power in inazuma. his responsibility lies in liyue and he cannot leave until his duty to protect the nation of contracts has been fulfilled. yet, he wants to accompany you so he can assure your safety and survival against the stormy seas of inazuma.

"oh, there you are," your voice calms the worrying adeptus, even more so when your presence is beside him. he doesn't respond to you verbally, but he spares you a glance before fixing his gaze back to guili plains.

there's a comfortable silence between the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to speak up. but xiao's gentle voice breaks it with a statement you've been anticipating. "it's not too late to stay in liyue so i can dispose of those who harm you."

you turn to face him, not surprised at all to see his piercing eyes already staring at you. "i have to, i need to find my sibling and meeting the shogunate is the only way forward." his lips form a thin line at your answer.

your fingers inch forward to touch xiao's hand; he flinches when your fingers graze his out of instinct. but he grasps your hand before it can retreat, squeezing it as if it would make you stay beside him.

but he knows you have to go, have to find answers on the whereabouts of your sibling even if it meant risking your life.

"if i can't protect you, promise me you'll protect yourself. if you were to get hurt... forget it. just make sure you stay alive."

#genshin impact #tartaglia headcanons #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #genshin #kazuha headcanons #xiao headcanons #childe headcanons #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #didi writes #so many tags oml TT #genshin headcanons

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Marks of Love | Alex Summers

Summary; the morning after in Alex is peaceful, that is until you leave his room. Then, it’s pretty obvious what the pair of you had been up to.

Warnings; smut, hickeys, swearing, cheesy Alex, mention of virginity loss, swearing, Kurt being an innocent boi

Alex groaned as he forced himself up and out of the bed, he scratched his blonde head, groaning lightly as sun broke through his curtains. “Shit.” He spoke to himself, looking at the time.

He was late. And so were you, considering the fact that you were still in his room, and naked underneath his sheets.

It was against the rules in the X Mansion, for girls and boys to be in one another’s rooms. There was so much freedom in Charles’ open home, everyone was allowed to be their true self.

However, you were all still kids and teenagers. It was something Charles had put in place, but it made Alex feel better, knowing that many others did not abide by it all the time either.

“Last night was amazing.” You stretched your arms out, your voice inclined Alex to look over at you, and clamber back onto his mattress.

“It was.” He spoke, getting pulled back into the amorous serenity, and leaning down to intertwine your lips. “I’m so happy we bit the bullet.” He bit his own lip, his blue eyes gazing into your y/e/c eyes.

“Must have felt good then.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, laughing as he nodded, blushing from the mention of your involvement.

“People say first times are clumsy and messy, but ours... it was perfect.” He smiled, his worry for his lateness to class disappearing.

“Yeah, it certainly was.” He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin and stroking his tongue against it. “Al.”

“I love you.” He mumbled against your flesh, situating himself to lie atop of you, dressed in nothing more than his boxer shorts. As his lips began to move more vigorously, so did his hips, tutting against you with the layering of his duvet between.

“I love you more.” You lulled your head back into the cushion, which smelled just like him, and as he pulled the covers back, leaving you exposed, he removed his boxers, so that he too was dressed in nothing but his own skin.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled, groaning as there was a harsh knock at the door. “Give me a minute.” As he stood, he pulled on his underwear, wearing just that as he went to the door and opened it just enough so that he could peek outside.

“Dude, why aren’t you in class? We had a test.” Sean reprimanded him, and Havok could only roll his sapphire eyes.

“A test is the last thing that I care about.” And it was currently, he had just gotten laid, but he would not tell his best friend. Sean already figured that Alex and you had already done the deed, from the PDA, it was what a lot of people took from the public interaction.

“Okay.” He shrugged, causing Sean’s gaze to travel down, and he felt a feeling swell in his stomach. Banshee couldn’t hold it for long, he burst out laughing, earning a frown from his friend.

“Nice neck.” The redhead pointed out the dark blotches scattered against Alex’s neck, he no doubted that yours was the same. Alex huffed, his attitude showing well as he clenched his jaw, and rested his arm firmly against the door. “If Scott knew the things that you were doing...”

“I’m not taking a bribe to keep your mouth shut, if my brother’s told, he’s told, simple as.” With that, he shut the door in Sean’s face, rubbing over his own with his palms as he began to return to you.

“Fuck, I studied hours for that test.” You whined, covering your head with a pillow, of which Alex was fast to remove. “I was gonna get all the answers right as well, Jubilee dragged me to the library and we went ham for hours.”

“Talking about going ham for hours.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to snort at his efforts. But nevertheless, you allowed him to continue his intentions, breathing in the smell of sex that had glued to his skin as he leaned over, reaching for one of the drawers of his bedside table, and rifling blindlessly through for a condom.

He plucked it up with his fingers once he had located it, sitting back on his knees as he toyed with the packaging. For the bad boy of the school, your boyfriend sure did know how to be adorable. Instead of wearing his usual smirk, his eyes were squinted, as he tried to open the package.

“Give it here.” You extended your hand, opening the wrapper almost instantly after you had received the foil dressed protection. Alex took it back, holding onto his base as he rolled the condom onto his cock.

The sight of him handling himself had you biting your lip, a hunger growing in your chest. You leant back, waiting for him to clamber over top of you, which he did, as he began to position his tip at your entrance.

“You good?” He asked, placing one of his arms beside your head, enclosing you between him and the luxurious mattress. To answer his question, you jutted your hips towards him, gripping his shoulders, and so, he began to push into you.

Alex remained slow in his pace, stopping for a moment so that you could adjust to his size, only beginning to thrust when he knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Oh my.” It felt better than last time, perhaps it was because you had grown and stretched to accommodate him once before. But nevertheless, as your eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure, Alex quickened his administration, cussing himself because of the pleasure.

The two of you had done things before last night, but it was different going all the way. There was something so sensual about having him inside of you, it was as though it connected your souls, or perhaps it just felt that way because of the hormones.

You moved your legs, lodging them either side of your boyfriend’s hips, pulling him closer and deeper. It reviled a groan from his throat, increasing the pleasure for both him and yourself. “Fuck.” He hissed, feeling himself begin to get close, and so he snuck his hand down and past your abdomen, and rubbed your clit.

“I’m cumming.” You informed him in your state of bliss. He too felt near to bursting, he doubted that he could ever feel better, but he could definitely feel predominantly worse.

“Nice neck.” Peter spoke to you, and it only drew the attention of your friends as well. Jean stifled her laughter as she heard your thoughts on how you could kill that fast running bastard, but Kurt was confused.

“Vhat iz it?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he tried to study the strange marks. They were nothing like the religious symbols that he had crafted into his skin, there was no definition to the. They looked like bruises, and as Alex and Sean walked over, Banshee advocated himself to answer.

“They’re marks of love.” Alex kicked him, causing him to trip. Scott shook his head at his older brother’s behaviour, not surprised even a little by it.

“Just shut up.” Alex sighed, sitting on the grass beside you, and wrapping his arm around you.

“You also have them.” Kurt realised, looking at Storm for answers. Surely she would know, or at least tell him, no one was being specific enough.

“They’re called hickeys.” She sighed. “And it’s what two people give each other when they really really like each other.”

“And I’m going to guess that is why neither of you were in class this morning.” Scott spoke, his expression half unreadable due to the ruby quartz glasses, however, the image of him pretending to puke was far too visible.

“You are correct.”

“Stay out of my head Jean.” You shook your head at her impulse to do so, it couldn’t be helped, you knew that, but sometimes, you liked some privacy.

“Well... Charles is gonna have a field day giving the pair of you the talk.” Peter said, and it was clear that he had endured that experience far too many times.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Take A Look In The Mirror

Sinfully Sweet Kinktober

~ Steve and Bucky fill your jewelry box with all the diamonds, rubies, and sapphires a woman could want. But none of those are your favorite jewels. You have to ask sweetly for your favorite jewel. (Warnings- breathe play) 1.3 k

A/N- this idea came from @verdandis-blog. Thank you babes for our ramble sessions.

Kinktober Masterlist

It was once your favorite piece of jewelry. You still admired it from time to time, even though you wore it every day. The silver chain sat snug around your neck, the precious ruby attached in the hollow of your throat from a sturdier loop.

Bucky's finger flicked at the stone when Steve attached their chain around your neck. “The only heart we have, Doll, you carry it with you. Protect it, Hmm?”

You knew there was a warning there should you lose it, physically and metaphorically. You gave a solemn nod as you remained kneeled between the two men. Steve's hands pulled through your hair, pulling it back in a ponytail he wrapped in his hand, tilting your head back and mouth to open up.

“She will Buck, she's such a good girl for us.” His hand cupped under your jaw, sure to keep you in place while Bucky opened his pants, stroking his cock. The anticipation of it made your tongue quiver, a pleading look clouding your eyes.

Steve ducked his head to kiss your forehead, smirking down at you as your eyes rolled back to look up at him. Doing your best to be their good girl, just like he said. “Show him how good you can be Sweetheart, just like you showed me earlier.”

Warm huffs of air escaped your nose as you glanced back at Bucky, now his red weeping tip just waiting to be kissed and licked. Steve kept a strong hold of your jaw while Bucky let his cock slide into your mouth, the salty precum taste dribbling to your tongue.

Yes you were always their Good Girl.

Of course, you had a nicer piece of jewelry. It was only worn on special occasions, but when you did, you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Your fingers slid along the metal chain around your neck as you pouted slightly, missing your favorite piece.

Maybe tonight you would be able to wear your absolute favorite piece. You could always ask.

You pulled away from your vanity with a mission, leaving the bedroom to descend down the stairs. You could hear the soft muted voices coming from one of the offices. When you wandered into the room, you saw Bucky sprawled lazily behind his desk, half slouched in his chair while his eyes scanned over the computer screen, smoke curling over his head from a lit cigar dangling between his fingers. That was till he noticed you and he dropped his hand to drop the ash, tilting his head at you.

“Looking nice Doll.” He pushed out his chair just a bit while you went around the desk and settled on his lap, giving him a playful smile.

“Do I?” your fingers went back to your neck, toying with the piece gracing your neck right now. “I know how I could look even better, Bucky.”

“How's that Doll?” He questioned while setting his cigar aside, now turning all his attention on you. “Hard to mess with perfection.”

You let a sweep along his shoulder and down his left arm till it circled his wrist and lifted up to press his palm against your neck, Bucky's stormy blue eyes flaring in interest and a knowing smile formed.

Their girl loved feeling his control.

His other hand grabbed at your waist pushing you to a stand while the gears in his vibranium arm clinked slightly, the shift in pressure prominent in his hands' grip. The flat of his palm pressed tighter, making you have to tilt your head up slightly to give him access to the front of your throat. Thick thighs spread so you could ease onto one. Reaching down, you bunched the skirt you were wearing around your waist while straddling one muscled thigh, fisting your hands into his shirt to keep your balance.

His leg jiggled underneath you, tiny little waves of pleasure thrumming against your clit before you even started to grind against him, he knew exactly what it was doing for you. Your pulse under his thumb hummed faster in excitement. He circled the pulse point, leaning back in his chair to admire you as your hips rocked experimentally at first to look for your rhythm.

“You were right Doll, you do look better like this.” Bucky grinned as he tightened his fingers against the sides of your neck, dragging you closer to him till you were bracing your chest against his while still rocking your hips, his tongue spreading over your bottom lip in a hungry way.

This is what Bucky did to you, he could make you a whimpering mess without even having to try.

A hand fell to your hip, guiding you, controlling your speed while Bucky also maintained the amount of air you could wheeze in and out. The burn in your lungs made you push to go faster, he rolled with it, letting you grind harder, pushing into his thigh with the sticky cling of your cunt to the burning fabric of your panties.

“I can feel you already soaking through Doll.” Bucky grunted when you pushed away from his chest, his hand moving from the curve of your hip to around to your ass, grasping a handful of a cheek and pulling on it, kneading it appreciatively as it changed the angle of your hips, pushing your clit to grind into his pants. A distinctive ripping round and jerk tore them away now.

God you were close to cumming, your core fluttering rapidly with the chase of your hips, Bucky gave your ass a few sharp spanks, and his fingers tightened, your air slowly getting cut off till it burned, spots flared in your vision and you didn't know if it was from the loss of air or how fucking close you were.

“Come on Doll, show me. Show me how fucking horny you get when I do this.”

And then Bucky really did cut off your air, leaving you gasping and your eyes rolling upwards as you started to fall apart. Your grinding turned into a rushed needy rut into his leg, your hands coming to wrap around his wrist near your neck. You felt how harsh he was holding you, the pain pairing with the loss of air just made your orgasm clench your body, make you shake and lock against his thigh, and when you slouched on the brink of passing out, Bucky loosened his hold.

A fresh gasp of air made you clench again, a fresh wave soaking his thigh. Bucky wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in against his chest once more, rubbing your back as you sputtered for air and letting you relax against him to recover from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl Doll. Always manage to ruin my pants whenever you ride me like that.” You hid your face in the crook of his neck suddenly feeling a bit shy and he pressed praising kisses against your temple. “Let me see how you look.” He directed and pushed you gently to sit, gripping your chin and tilting your head from one side to another. A smirk pulled at his lips.

“Ahh Doll, go take a look in the mirror. You know Steve is gonna see that when he gets home and add to it.”

You blink almost sleepily at him with a satisfied smile of your own while you ease off his lap. “Will I get to show it off tonight?” You asked as you made your way towards a large ornate mirror they had set up in the corner of their office to use with you.

Bucky went back to the email he was reading earlier, nodding as he lit his cigar once more and puffed on it. “That's the plan, Doll. Got a few new clients to visit with while you play on stage.”

You peered in the mirror and you felt that blossom of happiness bloom in your chest. Now this here was your favorite piece of jewelry, Bucky's bruises around your neck were bright red marks right now.

But they would turn into black amethyst petals circling a claim around your neck.

You absolutely couldn't wait for Steve to add his so you could show off your favorite necklace

#owned sinfully sweet #bucky barnes x reader #mob bucky barnes #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #amber writes #sweater writes

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be-bi-do-crime · 3 years

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now i see in technicolour

OR, we always talk about julia’s favourite colour being red, but what about carmen’s favourite colour?

“Well,” Carmen laughs, a bit surprised from the question. “Apart from red, you mean?”

“Yeah,” you reply, curious. “Do you not have another?”

Carmen looks deep in thought, genuinely pondering it, then—

“It’s definitely not green, I can tell you that,” she snorts. You give her a pointed look, and she waves a hand dismissively, as if to say fine, I'll��stop messing around.

Carmen takes a deep breath and straightens, and you watch as her eyes begin to shine.

“I suppose it depends,” she begins, starting to pace around the rooftop she dropped you both on. “I could give you a different answer every day, but ultimately…”

“I do love red. But not in the way you think, not just because it’s in my clothes and the coat and hat I wear every day. I like the softer shades, too, faded out so they’re almost pink but not quite, flushing the tips of ears or painting rosy cheeks. I like it in dark crimson, the near-black tone glimmering in the shape of a carved ruby, set on the center of a golden band. I like it in sunsets, blood-orange and melting into the moon, or tinting the skies on train rides to India.”

“Orange isn’t half-bad either,” she continues. “You can find it in the tangy-citrus sweetness dripping from the edges of a sinking misshapen pie, or when you’re riding on the back of a wagon to pick pumpkins from farm patches in the fall. It’s the colour of leaf piles that we build for Scarlett to jump into, and it’s the colour that blurs past my vision when she throws them at us in some made-up game. Our home glows orange in the winter, warm from the fireplace, and the flickering light is the most mesmerizing thing you’ve ever seen.”

“Yellow’s next in the rainbow, and while it isn’t my favourite, I still love it for its simplicity. It’s bright sunshine on summer days, melting the ice cubes in our freshly made lemonade. It’s the colour of royal crowns we prevent from being stolen, the light streaming through bell tower windows, or the colour of happy-faced emojis blowing virtual kisses when one of us has to arrive somewhere late. It’s in the corner of crayon drawings of family, depicting the sun and its rays, and they’re stuck with pride onto our kitchen fridge.”

“I already said I don’t like green,” Carmen says next, and you nod in understanding. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t respect it. It’s the colour of the dirt-grass stains on Scarlett's overalls when she has a field day at the playground- I told Jules we should’ve gotten black ones to hide them,” she chuckles.

“It’s the viridescent glow of Christmas lights purchased from Party City, strung around the tree at night, in a never-ending pattern of the shades of a traffic light. We all know that green also signals the meaning of “go”, and every time I see it on the street, I know I’m one block closer to home.”

Carmen pauses, and then she somehow gets brighter, her eyes crinkling at the corners in happiness as she introduces the next colour.

“Oh, we’re on blue,” she breathes, stopping her pacing and placing a hand on her heart. After a second or two, her right hand moves down to brush over her left hand, where a sapphire-embedded band of silver sits on her ring finger.

“Blue is... everything. It’s... God, I can’t even- blue is like magic, you know? It’s in the sky where we point out funny clouds or constellations from. It’s in gas-fueled fire on the stove where dinner is about to get spectacularly burned- by me, of course, Jules could never. Even Scarlett cooks better than me,” Carmen says fondly.

“It’s in plastic butterfly hairclips and off-key renditions of Cookie Monster sing-a-longs on YouTube that Scarlett is scarily obsessed with. It’s in the deep navy of suit jackets and thin-rimmed glasses, or when the light of a streetlamp hits a specific angle and it tinges the edges of short-trimmed hair.”

Carmen starts to rattle off more things one by one, all the while never losing the beam of her smile. “You can see cobalt in the ripped denim of cuffed jeans, cyan in the ridiculously tacky stuffed bloblike animal that Scarlett insists on calling her best friend, or cerulean in the salty sea of beaches when we go on vacation. Baby blue is in the hand-knit mittens we put on Scarlett when it snows, or there’s the smidge of Aegean lining the thread on the inside of her hat.”

“You’re making it sound like blue is your favourite colour by knowing all those shades,” you cut in, your tone teasing. Carmen just shrugs coyly as she answers.

“Maybe it is,” she says. “But like I said, they all are. I'd talk about black, grey, white- and all the shades of colours in between- if I could, but we’d be here for quite a while. Plus, I still have one more to go.”

“Right,” you hum. “Purple. Or indigo and violet, if you’re fancy.”

“Exactly. Have you ever been to Milan?” Carmen asks suddenly, but she doesn’t give you the time to respond, barreling onward. “Well, I attended a fashion week event there once for a caper, and that was the second time I saw Jules. The spotlights made the entire room bask in a haze of dreamy violet, which was the perfect vibe for a fashion showing, in my opinion. Anyway, I dragged her up on stage with me by the hand to help me with the caper, and she’d gone along with it, no questions asked. Then I put her in charge of things, and she’d gotten the gowns to safety with Zack and Ivy while I took care of the mind-controlled models.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You put her in charge of things during your second meeting?”

Carmen doesn’t even hesitate. “I always knew I could trust her.”

A beat of comfortable silence settles, before a phone that isn’t yours pings with a notification. Carmen clears her throat and looks at you, an apologetic expression on her face.

“Sorry, I have a date with my wife to catch,” she grins, firing off a text message back that no doubt consists of the virtual kisses she mentioned earlier. She turns to leave and throws a wink over her shoulder, getting ready to activate her glider.

“I hope I answered your question properly!” she shouts. “I trust you’ll find your own way home?”

You most definitely will end up getting lost, considering this is a rooftop in the middle of nowhere, but you don’t say that, content to just let Carmen go and see her wife and kid. “I have it handled.”

And so, with a smile and two finger salute, you watch the Crimson Ghost disappear into the night, leaving you with a rainbow kaleidoscope of answers and a full heart.

#my writing #not me tearing up at this bye i need therapy #carulia #julethief #carmen x julia #scarlett fankid belongs to indigo!#THIS IS 1086 WORDS I AM CONCERNED FOR MY WELLBEING #EDIT: ITS NOW 1160 WORDS AFTER EDITING.

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fantasydaydreamers · 3 years

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so i never found a post about rules for you and if i accidentally break a rule then sorry but im pulling an all nighter soon and i really need some bnha fuel, whether it be nsfw or fluff- female reader if possible, im fine with most characters but i do specifically like a few which are bakugo, kurogiri, twice, kirishima, iida, all might and aizawa so 😌 do as many as you want, please and thank you

...So you've definitely already pulled your all nighter...I'm so sorry😭

Since it is the holiday season 😌 how about some scenarios based off of Christmas songs~?

Words: 1,837

Warnings: None

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Bakugou

"If I break my leg I swear to God-" You meant to sound threatening, but the shakiness in your voice gave it away. Bakugou watches you lace up your ice skates, rolling his eyes as he held out his hand to help you up.

"You're not going to fall, dumbass. Hold on to me and you'll be fine." Confident as ever, you glanced at him as his face flushed pink even though it was freezing inside the ice skating rink.

It was almost Christmas and Bakugou took you out to do something festive. Because of his quirk, Bakugou had an internship overseas in the tropics and you came along for support, but also since Christmas was soon. It was different not seeing any snow, but Bakugou had a plan to make it seem like home.

Which is why, as soon as he dragged you here, you knew he must've known how to already ice skate and that left you to suffer. On the bright side, you could spend time with him, but the downside?

You definitely would've preferred being at the beach.

Wobbling to your feet, you hold onto Bakugou's hand for dear life as he helps you walk to the opening to the rink, smirking. "You're like a newborn fawn."

Scowling, you couldn't even bother to retort with all your attention on trying not to fall. What amazed you the most was that Bakugou had been walking backward this whole time, smoothly. Because of that, he steps onto the ice first gliding slightly.

You stop right at the edge and glance up at him in question. Rolling his eyes again, Bakugou gently tugs you forward and as soon as you step on the ice, your foot slides all the way forward and you know your about to fall on your back.

Firm hands grip you tightly as you try to steady yourself, Bakugou snorting out laughs as he glides behind you. His arms wrap around your waist and his warm breath brushes your ear making you shiver for a different reason.

"Push off with your right foot and I'll push too. Then push off with your left. Alternate your legs and I'll hold you upright."

Nodding your head, you do what he says.

"If we were at the beach right now, we wouldn't have to do this." You mumble out, getting the hang of the rhythm.

Bakugou snorts again and pulls you tighter against him. "Not bad, (Y/n). Keep it up and maybe there will be some presents under the tree this year."

"Does Santa visit penthouse suites at hotels?"

"Haha. Now you're definitely on the naughty list, dumbass."

Before you knew it, Bakugou had loosened his grip around your waist and you realized just how well you were doing. "Hey look! I'm-"

Before you could express your excitement, you felt yourself falling backward and Bakugou couldn't catch you in time as you both landed in a pile on the hardened ice.

It was quiet for a second before giggles escaped your throat as you rolled off Bakugou. Looking over at him, he was staring up at the ceiling a little dazed. Leaning over, you peck his lips gently and watch as his eyes come back into focus. He grins and props himself up on his arms, moving in to kiss you again.

"Merry Christmas, (Y/n)"

"Take me to the ice-skating rink downtown

Even though it's 100 degrees, gotta get out,

Ain't no ice or no chills, no snowmen to build, most of our friends at the beach,

But my baby's in town and we're gonna do some winter things."

→ Winter Things❄️- Ariana Grande

Iida

(Y'all pls😭 the song I chose-)

Iida fussed around the Christmas tree, trying to make it look picture perfect as you flipped through his Christmas playlist, yawning at all the repetitive songs on there.

"Really babe? I understand all these songs are classics but don't you get tired of hearing the same thing over and over again?" Furrowing your eyebrows, you exit out of his playlist and open YouTube.

"(Y/n), I could use some help over here..." Comes his strained voice making you look over. Although he ignores your comment completely, it's clear to see why. Iida had managed to tie his hands around his back, tangled in lights, with a ribbon draped over his shoulders haphazardly.

He looked all too appealing sitting all tied up with his pleading eyes asking you for help. Smirking devilishly, you type in the Christmas song you had been looking for this whole time.

Putting the phone down, you strut over to Iida with a smirk on your face and his eyes widened in disbelief. The minute you dropped your ass low to the ground, you couldn't hold in your laughter as you then crawled towards him, arching your back as you did.

With his glasses disarray and mouth open, you crawl on his lap, reaching behind him to undo the lights while still humming the words. At a loss for words, Iida is immobile as you roll your hips over his lap, purposely leaning over his shoulder to see what you're doing, pressing yourself against him.

The lights fall free from Iida's wrists, but he doesn't move as you wrap your arms around his neck, brushing your lips against his teasingly.

He gulps as the song ends, closing his mouth. Smiling innocently at him, you peck his lips whispering softly, "Merry Christmas, Iida."

Later on, after he recovered from his initial shock, he lectured you on the importance of electrical safety and how he was in a hazardous situation.

"Santa I've been naughty but I swear I can be nice,

I'll throw it back baby for a stocking full of ice,

Diamonds, Rubies, Sapphires too,

Gimme that Gucci bag and let's see what I can do."

→ MERRY LiTMAS🔥- Mahogany Lox

Aizawa

Snow fluttered beautifully outside the window you and Aizawa were looking out of. The two of you were curled up together on a lounge chair, a weighted blanket keeping the chills away as the fireplace crackled off to the side. Both of you sat in comfortable silence, occasionally drinking hot cocoa and overall enjoying the peacefulness around you two.

The lights from the Christmas tree glowed softly, being the only other light source besides the fireplace and you sighed contently, curling further into Aizawa's side. His arm under the blanket curled around your waist and held you close as a light thump made its way between your bodies on top of the blanket.

Smiling, you reach from under the blanket, cold air coating your arm as you petted Aizawa's cat. The cat being Aizawa's because it was more attached to him than anything you've ever seen. The cat purred softly and you felt Aizawa kiss your forehead.

Humming softly, you tilt your head up and catch his eyes as he was staring down at you. Smiling, you tilt your chin, silently asking for a kiss to which he responded. Aizawa pecks your lips a few times and you savor the taste of chocolate on his lips, peeking your tongue out slightly to lick them.

A low growl escapes from his lips and you smile. "Don't even think about ruining this sweet moment, kitten. We have all the time in the world to do things like that. Right now I just want you to enjoy this peacefulness with me."

Snorting a laugh, you turn away and pick the cat up to cuddle him close to your face. "Awh, did you hear that kitten? Daddy Aizawa is thinking naughty."

Aizawa's grip tightened on your waist and you hide your smile behind the cat, turning to look at him fully, the cat staring at him too before meowing loudly.

Aizawa cracks a grin and leans down to kiss the cat and you release your hold on him, watching as the cat snuggles between to two of you. Aizawa watches too and you lean over to kiss him again.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy Aizawa."

"...(Y/n)."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,

Jack Frost nipping at your nose,

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,

And folks dressed up like Eskimos."

→ The Christmas Song🎄- Nat King Cole

All Might

It all started as a charity event.

Toshinori was offered to dress up as Santa, in his All Might form. In all honesty, you got a kick out of seeing him with a fake white beard on and glasses. The whole idea of a "buff" Santa was hot in general, but knowing it was your man, made it even hotter.

The number of kids who showed up just to see him was unbelievable and although Toshinori wouldn't be moving around much, just sitting, you worried that he wouldn't be able to hold his form for long. It wasn't hard to tell it was him and some kids had to of known it was really All Might, hell, even some of the parents came to him. It was hard not too jealous at watching the other women sit on his laps and twirl the fake beard around their fingers.

Toshinori didn't seem effected by it and you knew you could trust him. But, nonetheless, working as one of "Santa's elves," you ended up seeing everything that happened. It was an all-day job and the line of people never seemed to shrink.

It wasn't until late in the evening you finally seemed to catch your breath and Toshinori ho-ho-hoed at the last child. The person running the charity event hurried to close everything up and you heard Toshinori let out the biggest sigh. Since you were concerned all day, you ran over to him instantly. "Are you okay?"

He smiled tiredly up at you and let out another ho-ho. "Well, what a lovely young lady! What would you like for Christmas?"

Confused, you watch as Toshinori pats his lap, motioning you to sit. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you look around and see everyone else tearing down the decoration, too engrossed in their own world. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?"

Looking back, you saw the playful glint in his eyes and sighed before reluctantly sitting on his thigh. Wrapping your arms around his neck you raise your eyebrow in question and pretend to think of what you want.

"You."

Toshinori's eyes widened and he smirked, leaning closer to you. "Have you been a good girl this year?"

"Have I?" You whisper, everything around you two fading into nothing. It was only you and Toshinori at that moment, your head being filled with naughty ideas.

"I guess we'll just have to see about that later." He murmured, kissing your lips lightly before tugging his fake beard down. "Okay, I really need to change back now."

Scrambling off him, Toshinori changes back and you help clean everything up, excited to get home.

"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,

A ring, I don't mean on the phone,

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight"

→ Santa Baby🎅-Eartha Kitt

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #Bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #iida x reader #iida tenya #shoto aizawa #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori

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heyitsani · 3 years

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Is It the Look in Your Eyes

Word Count: 1,439

Rating: Teen and Up (for the use of the f-word lol)

Warnings: overload of fluff ahead

Pairing: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson

Summary: Dick surprises Jason while they're in NYC celebrating an anniversary. Jason has a surprise of his own, too.

Notes: This is for @nerd-by-definition who deserves more fluff in her life than this, but hopefully this will work for now. Love you, Em!

You can also read it on AO3 here

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“Roy, I’m supposed to meet Dick in like twenty minutes down the street,” Jason complained, looking back in the direction he needed to be going in. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

Jason didn’t even know why he had agreed to follow Roy when they had come across each other on the street. He hadn’t even known his best friend was in New York City currently. He and Dick had arrived earlier in the day for a weekend away to celebrate their anniversary and it was supposed to be just the two of them. But Dick had gotten a call from an old friend who asked him to meet for coffee and Jason had said it was fine and that they could just meet at the restaurant.

But now Roy was here, and Jason was being pulled in the wrong direction so the redhead could show him something “amazing”. Whatever the fuck that meant for Roy Harper. Probably something explosive. But whatever it was, it was taking him in the wrong direction and Jason was questioning why he had even agreed to something Roy promised to be “super quick”.

When Roy stopped in front of an old, abandoned looking theater, Jason found himself even more confused. “The fuck are we doing here, Roy?” He turned to his best friend, growing even more confused at the smile on his face.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” Roy said, opening the door and tugging Jason inside by his jacket sleeve. Jason, confused as hell, reluctantly followed him and frowned at the dusty theater. There was no signs this place had been used in probably a decade, which was sad because it was beautiful. He could almost picture crowds of people in their finest clothes coming to see Shakespeare being performed. The structure looked as thought it was probably built in the early 1900s and he could have spent hours combing over every detail if Roy let him.

Instead, the man pulled him from the lobby into the house toward the stage. Jason wanted to protest, but he could see something just in the shadows of the stage with the low lighting of the house on and his curiosity was now raging. If he squinted, he could almost make out a stool. But he had no idea why there would be a stool on the stage.

“Sit here,” Roy told him, pushing him into a seat a few rows back from the front and directly in the center. “I’ll be right back!” The man rushed off, leaving Jason to stare after him dumbfounded.

“Fucking Harper,” he muttered, turning back to look at the stage. Yeah, that was definitely a stool, he thought when the low lights of the house went out and he was plunged into darkness. “What the hell? Harper!” He shouted, starting to stand to find his way out, but froze when a spotlight came on. It revealed the stool he had noticed with Dick seated on it holding an acoustic guitar. “Uhhh…” Jason glanced around as he dropped back into the seat Roy pushed him into. “Dick?”

Dick smiled at him, but it seemed off. Almost nervous and that in turn made Jason nervous. He knew something was about to happen and he had no idea what it was. Considering Roy had been involved, he knew it couldn’t be bad at least. Roy was Dick’s friend, but he was Jason’s best friend. So Roy could be trusted.

Still Jason held his breath as Dick adjusted himself in the stool and shifted his fingers on the strings before starting to strum. “It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I want to marry you,” Dick started to sing and Jason felt his heart swoop. He had heard Dick sing plenty of times before, he was a notorious shower crooner, but he had never heard Dick perform. And it was a completely different experience from hearing his boyfriend singing a random pop song in the shower while Jason got the coffee brewing and breakfast started.

Not to mention the choice of song.

“Don’t say no, no, no, no, no. Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. And we’ll go, go, go, go, go if you’re ready like I’m ready,” Dick sang, never dropping eye contact or that knowing smile. Fucker. Jason understood exactly what he was doing.

What he was asking.

And he knew what his answer was without having to think about it.

So he stood as Dick continued to sing, making his way out of the aisle and heading up the stairs leading to the stage, Dick’s amused eyes following him.

“Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby? I think I wanna marry you,” he finished off the song, strumming the final strands as Jason closed the distance between them. And before the final note was done vibrating the strings, Dick was reaching into his pocket and pulling out a red velvet box which he popped open with one hand and let rest in his palm so Jason could see the band resting inside.

It made him want to cry and laugh at the same time because the whole thing was so Dick, showy and unique. But it was also a complete surprise.

“Well?” Dick questioned, smiling as he looked up at Jason from his stool. And Jason couldn’t hold back his laugh as he reached in his pocket and dropped to a knee in front of the man, brandishing a black velvet box of his own.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Roy’s voice shouted from the back of the theater, but both men ignored him to share a laugh between them.

Jason flipped open the box he held and showed Dick the black gold band sitting there, blood red ruby embedded into the band. He had spent weeks looking for the perfect band that was unique like Dick but also marked the man has his and no one else’s. When he had found this one, he hadn’t hesitated. Even if it had cost him a pretty penny.

No one was worth it more than Dick.

“Does this answer your question?” Jason asked once he and Dick had stopped laughing. Dick, setting the guitar to the side, slid down to kneel in front of Jason and nodded. With the hand not holding the ring box, Jason cupped the side of Dick’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. He kept it simple, mindful of Roy still watching them, but also just wanting to keep it sweet. “I was going to put it in a glass of champagne,” he admitted when he pulled back.

Dick just smiled and looked down at the ring with bright eyes. And because Jason knew him so well, he could tell he was trying to compose himself so he didn’t start crying. “I can’t believe we both planned this out for the same night.”

“I can. We both knew it was time. And we both knew this was it for us.” He smiled at Dick before taking the ring out of the box, holding it up to slip onto Dick’s finger, and holding up his left hand so Dick could slip the white gold band with tiny sapphires blending in with an intricate pattern swirling around the band. Dick let out a wet chuckle before removing the band and slipping it onto Jason’s finger as he offered his left hand to Jason to do the same.

Once the ring was on his finger, Jason took a moment to look at the delicate pattern and admire the stones. He smiled at the thought that Dick had wanted him to wear his colors just as much as Jason had wanted him to wear his. “I love you,” he said, looking back to Dick to find the man almost reverently touching the band with his right hand. When Dick looked up at him, Jason sucked in a breath at the emotion burning in Dick’s eyes. It was startling, the amount of love that shone there.

“I know I’ve done this before a couple of times, but it’s different with you, Jay. It’s more,” Dick said quietly, face taking on that nervous look again. “You’re more. You’re everything. I just want you to know that. I love you more than I even thought I could.”

“I know, Dick,” Jason cupped his face with both hands and swiped at a tear that fell from one eye. “I’ve always known.” Leaning forward again, Jason reenforced his words with a kiss.

#jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #roy harper #anikah writes #anikah writes gifts #fluffy love piece

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chcherrybomb99 · 3 years

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Emeralds Gleam

A missing necklace, a mysterious woman, and a mischievous god. When a beautiful necklace is stolen under the nose of the government, the avengers are tasked to get it back. They just don’t have all the tools needed to complete the mission.

Loki x female!Reader (also culturally French but skin tone or ethnicity is not described)

Warnings: slow burn, alcohol, swearing, that’s it I think (let me know if I missed anything)

Part 1/?

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The clicking of heels grew louder in the marble-floored halls of Stark Tower. The avengers' hushed voices silenced as the heavy frosted-glass door opened to reveal the source of the clicking. There in the doorway stood a stunning woman, the dark sapphire dress she wore clung and draped across her curves accentuating her nearly shimmering skin. She plucked the wide, dark sunglasses from the tip of her nose and tucked them into the large white leather bag perched in the crook of her elbow. Her observant eyes peered at each of the avengers in turn. Steve fidgeted under her gaze while Natasha steeled her already rigid posture and Clint set his calming hand on her knee.

“Y/n y/l/n! It hasn’t been long enough, darling!” Tony cried slightly uncomfortable when their eyes met. He opened his arms for a hug as she stepped towards him, her clicking heels echoing in the silent room.

“Ahh Monsieur Stark, you haven’t aged a day,” she said with a thick French accent. She clasped his shoulders and kissed each of his cheeks. As they let the other go, her ruby-colored lips split into a Cheshire grin. “I see my arrival is a bit of a surprise to everyone,” she said as she took the seat directly across from an incredibly suspicious Loki. He leaned back in his seat, narrowing his eyes.

“Yes, well, I wasn’t sure you would actually come,” he rubbed the back of his neck, flushed. “We didn’t quite leave on the best foot last time.” The avengers all turned their heads to Tony who was looking quite sheepish. The attention snapped to y/n when she let out a trilling laugh.

“You mean because you attempted to leave a bug in my home or the fact that you threw up on my one of a kind, custom, Louis Vuitton canapé?” She cocked her head like a confused puppy. “Have I grown a second head, Mademoiselle Romanoff?” She snapped when she caught Nat glaring daggers at her.

“Of course not, Madame Babineaux,” Romanoff responded silkily. Loki looked between the two women in curiosity. There was clearly bad blood between the two. Y/n’s eyes slid to slits when she spoke the name.

“You know as well as I do, that is no longer my name mon puce,” Y/n growled, she crossed her legs and set her dagger nailed hands on top. A long dead name; the whole group knew it. It was the name of her first husband. Mourand Babineaux was an incredibly rich old man, whose family they say was descended directly from Marie Antoinette. That however was not the most phenomenal thing about his family. He was once the head of the largest crime family in France. Now that he is dead, by mysterious means, Y/n holds all the connections from her awful husband.

“Ladies! Ladies! Ladies!” Tony tried to relieve the tension that was steadily building. “We have better things to worry about, like the reason that I called Ms. Y/l/n in to help us,” he motioned towards the holographic display in front of them as the lights dimmed. A beautiful diamond and emerald necklace set in dazzling yellow gold. “This is what we need to find. It was taken from the British Royal family while they were on a state visit to the White House. S.H.I.E.l.D. has been asked to find it and Fury decided to give this stupid assignment over to us. The latest intelligence we have heard is that the necklace has been passing hands in the French black market.” Tony concluded as the display lowered and the lights came back up in the room.

“Is that why you called me here? You plouc! Casse-toi! How dare you. My people have nothing to do with this. I don’t need to steal jewelry that I can afford, sous-merde.” Y/n rattled off as she started to stand from her seat, her accent growing thicker as she pronounced her indecencies. Just as she was turning to storm her way out of the conference room, Steve spoke up.

“Y/n” he barked “we don’t think that you are the one responsible for the theft, we need your help infiltrating the group that did,” he was standing at the head of the table with his arms crossed.

“You need my help? Infiltrating a gang? That is all you want from me? I don’t believe it,” she stated flatly, not bothering to turn back to the group. “You have Monsieur Stark and all the connections that he has, you do not need me.”

“We need more than connections,” Natasha said, lowering her head from where she sat. “Hydra is the one responsible for the theft, they plan on selling it at an auction one week from now. They are going to invite you. Not Stark. Madame.” She continued to say in an effort to get the woman to stay. Y/n stalled in her movement towards the door. She looked over her shoulder at the group and made eye contact with Loki.

“Do I at least get to keep the necklace?”

After the briefing, the group headed up to the living floors of the tower. The tense meeting had left the whole party famished. Stark offered to order escargot to welcome the new company but was quickly vetoed by the woman in question.

“I may be french, Stark,” she laughed melodically, “but l’escargot is just a vehicle for butter.” After a filling meal the air surrounding the people quickly lightened. Stories were being shared as Y/n filled glasses for everyone from a bottle of Cabernet.

“I sent this bottle of wine to Tony after one of his visits to France,” she was saying, “he showed up to my home drunk and asked if he could come talk business with me. Well, the business talk never happened because he walked into my den and promptly threw up his dinner all over my brand new custom canapé, or um, sofa, after that I threw him out of my home and made him stay in a hotel for the rest of his time in Paris. Once he returned home I sent him a little gift. This bottle of wine and the price tag from the sofa that he ruined.” The group busts up into a fit of laughter when Y/n spun around with the price tag in her hand. The beautiful lady gracefully handed a glass to each person in the dining room. Tony, Steve, and Wanda all took theirs gratefully while Nat, Clint, and Pietro were a bit more resigned in their thanks and Loki took his glass with a sniff.

“I don’t know what kind of alcohol they serve on Asgard Loki,” she grabbed the glass back from his nimble fingers and took a small sip, leaving red lip marks on the rim of the glass. “But this is,” she closed her eyes as the alcohol danced across her tongue, “simply divine.” Loki slipped the glass back into his grasp. He silently took a sip and looked back at the woman across from him. He inclined his head and took another silent sip, never breaking eye contact.

“Y/n you do have amazing taste in wine, thank you for sending it to me. But I will not apologize for the couch since it was your bar that I got drunk at,” Tony said to keep the conversation going. Y/n just laughed along the rest as the night turned into stories spurred on by the stories before until slowly the group disbanded. The last few at the table, Stark, Wanda, and Loki said their goodbyes to Y/n and went to their respective rooms. After a few turns with Loki behind her, Y/n began to notice his presence.

“Are you following me?” Y/n questioned.

“Of course not, I am simply on my way to my room, my lady,” Loki defended, raising his hands in submission. Y/n cocked an eyebrow at him and went along her way. When she reached the room she was staying in, she paused in the doorway.

“Goodnight Loki.”

#loki x reader #Loki #tony stark #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #captain america #femme fatale #loki x you #loki x y/n #female!reader #first fic #I’m kinda scared to post this #hope you like!

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ultralovedeluxe · 3 years

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Yandere! Demon Joseph Joestar with prompt #47

Oop here’s another one requested by @teachillvibes. Thank you for requesting! I apoligize if it’s not what you wanted, but I tried my best! I am currently working on two others, but that’s besides the point; requests are still open.

‘I’m already dreaming of our wedding. Can you imagine it?’

Warnings: demon au, yandere behaviors, a bit of caesar x reader, mention of death towards the end, sfw for the most part

“Whatever happened to that demon you used to talk to?”

“Hm?-” you tilt your head in response to your friend, Marlene’s question. She just gave you a tired look while shaking her head, “You know, that boy with the spikey hair, that Joestar kid. The one who said he was a demon or something” she said motioning her hands in attempts to make you remember who she was talking about. You sigh and place your cup of tea down, “Oh Jojo? I guess we still talk..but we haven’t been seeing each other recently because of the engagement” you admitted taking one look at the blue sapphire engagement ring on your finger.

Marlene smiled as she watched you admire the ring before sighing at the sight. “I will never understand you [first], I would’ve married the Joestar kid. Although he is a little crazy, he does come from a wealthy family. You could become rich in seconds” she commented while reaching over to grab a pastry that sat on the table. You rolled your eyes at the statement, “Jojo is just a friend, and Caesar..well he is special. He is romantic and funny, and oh so handsome, I couldn’t ask for a better fiancee” you sighed dreamigly before picking up your purse from the floor. “I suppose you’re right, you always did prefer Zeppeli over all your suitors. Anyway, come on I’ll lead you to the door” Marlene told you walking towards the entrance of her home while you followed after.

“I’ll see you tomorow Marlene” you said looking back at your friend. She nodded and waved back “I’ll see you then! Say hi to Caesar for me!” she yelled.

You chuckled and made your way home. Most people would take a jeep to their destination, but you prefered to just walk; it was a lot more relaxing that way. What you didn’t know however, was that a certain brunette had been following you throughout the beginning of your walk.

Fifteen minutes in, you felt someone hug you from behind while covering your eyes. “Guess who?” The person asked, but by that point you had already recognized the voice. “Really Jojo? You made yourself too obvious” you said wiggling your way out of the British man’s grip. You were greeted with his goofy smile right away, “Yup! It’s me you favorite little devil!” Joseph said using his fingers to make ‘horns’ on his head. You chuckled, you remember the first encounter you had with him, was him claiming he was a demon. You’ll admit, at first you were annoyed with his little devil fantasies, but soon you grew used to it. “So [first], I was thinking if you wanted to come see that new movie in theaters, I’ll buy you a ticket if you’d like!” he said reaching over to hold your hand. “Sorry Jojo, I won’t be able to tonight, you see-”

“Then how about right now-?” he asked.

“No Jojo, I mean I can’t go out with you tonight, I have a date with Caesar-” you said trying to explain to him. However, Joseph just didn’t seem to comprehend. Instead of being happy for you, the brunette started a temper tantrum of some sorts. “Who’s Caesar? You’ve never told me about him. What date? You’re going to cancel our plans for him?” Joseph’s tone was starting to get more aggressive, and truth be told you were starting to get a bit scared. You came to your senses though, “Jojo, listen to me, I know we haven’t been talking as of late, but I been meaning to tell you that-”

“That what? You’re running off with some ‘Caesar’ and leaving me to dust?”

You didn’t notice it at first, but Joseph’s beautiful baby blue eyes had turned into a crimson red from anger and jealousy alone. You finally manged to get away from Joseph, “No Joseph! Listen I’m not leaving you, but I can’t deny the fact that I have a fiancee I need to get to. I have a date tonight, and whether you accept it or not, I am going” you stated, quickly walking off. The grip Joseph had on you was almost inhuman, that the fact you managed to get away was a miracle. You don’t know what gotten into Joseph, but right now you had to get ready for your date, you assumed you would talk to Joseph later and sort things out. But Joseph is not a patient man, and he wants to sort things out now.

Joseph just couldn’t understand the situation at hand. He couldn’t understand why you had a fiancee, and that fiancee was another man who was not him. That thought alone haunted and angered the male. He would be considered a fool if he didn’t notice the damn sapphire ring you wore with pride. “That Caesar was pronanly the one who gave it to her” he whispered to himself as he followed you home. You were already way ahead of him, but for now he must control himself before he wrecks your date and your relationship.

“Maybe I should’ve worn more perfume. You didn’t tell me we were going to a fancy restaurant ” you told the blonde Italian who sat next to you. Caesar smiled warmly, “Why? If you smell just fine amore, you’re wearing that new perfume I bought you no? ” he said kissing your hand. You giggled at his romantic charm, he always seemed to know how to make you feel giddy inside. “Pardon me amore, while I go to get you a surprise” Caesar said giving you small kiss on you cheek, before leaving the dining room. You sighed in utter glee, Caesar was just the perfect man, and you were more than ecstatic for your future wedding.

You started to get worried for Caesar, it had been more than thirty minutes since he went out to give you your ‘surprise’. It’s not that you were getting impatient, you were starting to question his safety. You stood up and asked a waitress coming by if she had seen the blonde. She told you that she saw him go outside the restaurant. Quickly, you left the restaurant, only to be greeted by Caesar who came out of a dark alley. “What the hell Caesar! Why did you leave without telling me?” you exclaimed, you genuinely thought he was in danger or something. Little did you know he was. “Oh sorry babe, I was just getting your surprise” he said nonchalently. He reached for his pocket and pulled out a ruby ring. “Oh Caesar you shouldn’t have, but I already have a ring, you didn’t have to buy me another one” you said taking the ring. It was odd for Caesar to buy you a red ring, but you didn’t question it.

“C’mon babe take the blue one off and wear the one I just gave you” He smirked snatching your hand and practically ripping the sapphire ring from your finger and forcefully placing the ruby ring on your ring finger. You were shocked by Caesar’s unusual force fullness. Was this even Caesar at all? Your impossible thoughts were made a reality when as soon as the ruby ring was placed on your finger, black smoke began to release from Caesar’s mouth. You screamed, the whole scene that was playing out in front of you felt like a nightmare. It became worse when you saw that Joseph was in front of you and your beloved Caesar was on the cold concrete. Dead.

“No Caesar! Wake up-!” you tried bending down towards your lover’s body, but Joseph had other plans in mind. The brunette grabbed you and licked your neck, “Tsk tsk, next you’ll say, “Joseph you bastard how could you do this-!”

“Joseph you bastard! How could you do this!” you wanted to hold back tears as you came to the realization that Caesar was dead, and that Joseph was always the beast he said he was.

“Doesn’t it feel great to finally be engaged with me? I’m already dreaming of our wedding. Can you imagine it? I know I can. And who knows maybe you’ll like being my bride. You’ll watch our kids laugh and grow, and you and I will be inseparable ” he whispered in your ear while mocking you, lifting your hand up so you could see your ring finger.

You were fully crying now, your sobs are what filled the entire alley. Joseph didn’t seem to care as he made you embrace the darkness with him. You might now want this now, but you’ll have to learn to love him.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere joseph #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere joseph joestar #jjba imagines #joseph joestar #yandere headcanons #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo x reader #requests

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alicenttully · 3 years

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First Kiss

The Third Month of The Year 298

“You look lovely, Rhaenys.” Aegon smiles at her as Rhaenys enters the Hall of Lamps, accompanied by her three bridesmaids and their escort of guards.

“Only lovely?” Rhaenys wrinkles her nose. “You disappoint me terribly, Aegon. You should not describe a bride as anything less than exquisite. At least, that is what my bridesmaids tell me.”

Arianne winks at her while Sansa and Daenerys giggle. In the Faith, it is often the custom for a bride such as Rhaenys to choose three bridesmaids to honour three of the seven gods- the Maiden who bring bless the marriage with lasting love, the Mother with children, and the Crone with wisdom to survive the years together. Rhaenys had agonized over who to pick among her ladies, not wanting to cause hurt, but thankfully her mother had guided her into selecting Arianne, Daenerys, and Sansa. No one can fault her for choosing family, or soon to be family in Sansa’s case, Elia reasoned.

“Your sister is playing with you, Your Grace.” Arianne drawled. He does. Aegon laughs and offers Rhaenys his arms, before lowering his voice. “You look beautiful as always, Nee-Nee. I suppose I’m just used to it.” Rhaenys smiles sadly at this resurrection of his babyhood nickname for her.

Rhaenys does feel beautiful, however. Of course, although she is not vain enough to deem herself the Maiden’s rival, she also does not find any value in lying to herself when she sees her reflection.

But this is different. The dressmakers have done well, truly. Rhaenys’ gown is a glory, a creation of red silk with long flowing sleeves that felt inviting as sin when she was helped into it earlier. Her bodice glimmers with golden thread. Resting on her black curls is a golden diadem with red rubies and an inscription in Rhoynese at the bottom.

On her wedding cloak, is a dragon whose open mouth reveals no crackling flames but instead a large golden sun that overwhelms the creature in size. The other dress that Rhaenys will change into for today is also just as beautiful, with Sansa gasping in delight upon seeing it. Although it is not demanded, it is not unusual for a bride to wear a gown favouring her new husband’s colours at their reception as if their vows were not enough to demonstrate that she was now his. But Rhaenys has no wish to offend her river lord or make him feel uncertain, so her gown is silver satin and sleeves consisting of myrish lace. Adorning the outfit is a belt made of deep red velvet with blue sapphires.

Aegon signals that they are ready, and from inside the sept proper music begins to play. Arianne lifts up Rhaenys’ cloak from the ground, while Sansa and Daenerys pick up the hems of the gown; the former looking painfully excited while Dany almost looks as nervous as Rhaenys feels.

Arianne nods at her and proudly smiles at Rhaenys in the way that Aegon did, and Rhaenys wills herself to breathe.

As a princess born, her entire life was the realm’s, shaped and nurtured with it in mind. It was the offering demanded for her birth and rank being predetermined by the Seven. It was a truth familiar to Rhaenys as a favoured story might be for a child who delights still in its thousand telling.

However, unlike that small child, Rhaenys could never be allowed to want other stories. Rhaenys is not friendless in this either, she remembers.

Her life belonged to the seven kingdoms, and so it appeared, did her first kiss.

Their kiss does not make Rhaenys forget to stand, or forget the crowd that had gathered in the royal sept to witness Lord Edmure Tully take her for his lady wife.

The number of guests is not as many as the wedding of Aegon to Lady- Queen Cassandra Baratheon, but Rhaenys’ wedding is still the first of a blood princess since that of her paternal grandmother forty years ago. Their noses bump, and his beard tickles Rhaenys chin. Nobody dares laugh to break the spell of the solemnity of the occasion, but Edmure reddens all the same.

When they turn to face the cheering crowd, Rhaenys cannot squeeze his hand- there will be a hundred times during the wedding there will be time for contact, but she gives him a bright smile, to put him at ease. “My lord, I must confess. You’ve rather exceeded the expectations of a maiden’s first kiss.”

Edmure’s eyes widen, then his generous mouth curves into a boyish grin. There is a kindness in it, and Rhaenys’ heart twists suddenly. Did her father smile at her mother on their wedding day? Despite the betrayals that he rained down on her, did he at least do that?

There is no way of knowing. Rhaenys cannot ask her father this, or a thousand other questions since she was old enough to understand how the crown prince almost brought them all to ruin. She does not want to dig up the past for her mother, who now basked in the warm present; with her adoring husband. Elia Martell paid Rhaegar Targaryen little attention in death, just as he paid her little respect and dignity in life.

II.

The Third Month of The Year

Two weeks pass before they enjoy their first misunderstanding.

“Have I done something to upset you?” Edmure asks her, in Rhaenys’ bedchamber. They have been given adjoining rooms here in the castle. They will not leave the Red Keep until the end of the month. Rhaenys is glad of it. She is not afraid to leave, but she is not necessarily anxious to either.

Rhaenys shakes her head, her sketchbook lying forgotten in her lap. “Of course not, my lord.”

Edmure frowns. “In public, whenever I try to kiss you, or take your hand- it’s almost as if I am some stranger and not your husband. You look uncomfortable.”

Rhaenys feels a flush of shame. She’d not meant to sail down this river. However, she smiles at him. “Give me your trust in this, Edmure.” Edmure’s eyes widen. Until now Rhaenys has called him Lord Edmure or my lord, while he has alternated between Princess Rhaenys or my lady, or my princess, for Rhaenys will be a princess long after she is Lady of Riverrun. “If you were a stranger kissing the king’s sister, you would know it.”

“That still does not answer my question.” It is almost an accusation.

That still does not answer my question.”

Rhaenys sighs. She must be truthful with him. “It is not because of you, I promise. It is because of me, and well- Lord Tywin.”

“Lord Tywin?” Edmure echoes her, like the sound of the ocean in one of the seashells that could be found along the beach of Dragonstone. Then he looks a little ill. “You mean to tell me that you love Tywin Lannister?” Edmure splutters.

Rhaenys cannot help but laugh; the notion is so ridiculous. Love is wasted on a man like that.

“No, my lord.” Rhaenys says gently. “It is because I cannot forget who I am, and who Tywin is. Or Mace Tyrell. You know the line of succession to the Crown, I trust. I am my brother’s heir, after any children he might have. My sons will inherit first over any sons that Viserys might give his Cersei. May the Seven permit that we have a future where Aegon lives long and has many children. I want that for him. But you and I are not foolish to think that Tywin is equally satisfied.

So, I have always been- careful. Careful with my behaviour, with how I am perceived. I told you that you were my first kiss. I- I had no wish to give Tywin palace gossip that he could use to his advantage.”

Edmure crinkles his forehead. “Surely nobody would think badly of a child for having kissing games. Cat and Lysa-,”

Rhaenys now tosses her sketchbook aside. “Forgive me my lord, but your sisters’ experience cannot be compared to mine. Their mother is not Dornish.”

Edmure looks lost. “What has that got to do with this?”

“Everything.” Rhaenys hisses, standing up now.

“People will take innocent kisses and think it proof of a Dornish woman’s wanton ways, as if there isn’t plenty in the Reach or Westerlands who were no maidens when they were married! Or men who have a dozen mistresses! I know the rumours of Ashara Dayne, my mother’s lost friend. Everyone assumes that Ashara slept with Brandon Stark, but she never did! She was younger than me when she died, and yet people simply assume that she gave him anything more than a smile. And Dany-,” Rhaenys wipes away her tears. “We were only children at the time. I don’t think Dany was any older than five. We were calling each other stupid things as children do, and my mother had entered the room when Dany called me a Dornish slut. To this day, I still don’t know where the hell she got that from. And the look on my mother’s face-,” Rhaenys stares at the floor. “My darling grandfather called her that, a few times.”

“So, because of this, I have always been careful. My mother has taught me so. Since I was a maiden flowered, being alone is not something I am used to. There has always been either my family or my ladies or my guards. I will not let myself be vulnerable to any rumours that would paint me unsuitable to be a queen; rumours that the lion and rose will try to use for their own ends.” Rhaenys is surprised by the vehemence in her voice.

She takes a deep breath, before continuing. “Secondly, it is just my nature. I appreciate that you are my husband, but I have never been comfortable with physical affection in public, specifically hugs and kisses. I endure it for proprietary’s sake. If truth be told, I am not entirely fond of being embraced.”

Edmure’s forehead creases. “Even your own kin?”

“No, that’s different.” Rhaenys corrects him. “My family is close to me. My ladies are close to me, so I obviously did not mind when we slept in the same bed, our legs tangled together like branches or held their hands as we danced or played games. And you and I will become close too, I hope.” She adds, shyly.

Edmure nods. “Thank you Rhaenys, for telling me this. I will keep that in mind.” Rhaenys’ smiles at the use of her name.

He grins. “Speaking of kisses has made me want to kiss you still, however. So – may I kiss you?” He asks tentatively. His voice makes Rhaenys remember their wedding night, and how he asked her the same thing in the dark. Their first coupling was well- it was nice, she supposes. She does not have anything to score it by. Still afterwards, she had slipped a hand between her legs, for there was nothing in scripture that forbade such things.

But a kiss is different. She nods, and Edmure gingerly brushes a curl from her face. “I hope we have a girl with hair like yours.”

His kiss is long and sweet; as sweet as the smell of rain after a month’s drought.

III.

The Sixth Month of The Year 298

“Rhaenys?”

Edmure’s worried face is illuminated in the candlelight, as he sits down on the bed beside her. Rhaenys is clutching her knees, her eyes downcast.

They have not yet reached Riverrun, thanks to the river lords who insisted on guesting them for a few days. Stars have risen in the sky for the third time here at Stone Hedge. No doubt the Brackens insisted on the third night to beat the Blackwood’s two. “By the time you do reach Riverrun, you’ll need a new wardrobe.” Desmera Redwyne had predicted, giggling.

There had been no giggling when Desmera had gone to fetch Edmure after Rhaenys had bolted up in bed, tears streaming down her face.

“Desmera need not have woken you.” Rhaenys mumbled.

“I’m not sorry she did.” Edmure counters. “My lady, you are trembling.”

Rhaenys fiddled with the end of her braid. “It was a bad dream, that’s all.”

For a heartbeat, silence rested between them. Then, Edmure spoke. “When I was a boy, my sister Catelyn once told me that you always feel better after talking about a bad dream.”

Well, what has she got to lose then? He will not leave her. “It’s a dream I’ve had before.” She confesses softly. “I’ve had it on and off since I was twelve or thirteen. In it, I’m trying to get away. But I can never far enough. They-They never change how they kill me. With a knife.”

Edmure sucks in his breath. “Rhaenys-,”

Rhaenys bites her lip. “And the strange thing is, I’m never the age that I am. In it, I wasn’t eight-and-ten. Instead, I’m a little girl. I might be four, I think.” Tears well in her eyes. “Tell me, what chance does a girl of four have against a man who wants to kill her?”

“Very little, I would judge.” Edmure softly replies. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have pressed you to tell me.”

“No.” Rhaenys corrects him. “Don’t be sorry. I-I do feel a little better now, as you predicted.” It is not a lie. She has never spoken about the dream to anyone else, before.

It feels freeing.

She turns and wraps her arms around Edmure, kissing him. This kiss feels different somehow. It is not as though she hasn’t been vulnerable with Lord Edmure before. She gave her maidenhood to him. She will feel a little vulnerable in Riverrun she thinks, until she can gain the respect of Edmure’s household.

But this kiss – it is a comfort. Of course, Rhaenys has been comforted before. But the solace of a mother or brother is different from that of a husband. This- the feeling of his lips against hers- is like being told a secret. But it’s not a secret designed to hurt. It’s not one where the longer it is kept hidden from the open, the worse the fallout is.

Instead, it is like being given something small, fragile. That is a precious thing, Rhaenys concludes. It is a precious thing to be given such trust.

IV.

The Eighth Month of the Year 298

“I’ve had a thought,” Edmure says, as Rhaenys massages his aching shoulders; courtesy of his sparring session.

Rhaenys had enjoyed watching that, very much.

“Oh?” Rhaenys smirks. Removing her hands from his shoulders, she cocks her head at him. “Is that unusual for you, my lord?”

To her husband’s credit, he only grins at her. Other men like Stannis Baratheon or Tywin Lannister were not so kind to such silly little japes.

“I was thinking that perhaps we could write to some of our vassals’ families and ask for some girls. For you, I mean. I know you’ve brought some from Kingslanding. But the Riverlands can’t be their home forever, while you- I think it would be good for you. Not that I don’t think you’re not doing well in your duties so far.” He adds quickly.

Rhaenys smiles warmly. “That is a wonderful idea. We should ask Maester Vyman for his counsel on who to choose. Three seems a good number, I feel. In time, perhaps we can ask for some wards. Companions for any younger sons or daughters we may have."

Edmure answers her with a kiss to the neck. Rhaenys gasps. He has never kissed her there before. Always on the lips or cheek.

She loves it.

“I hope we have a girl with hair like yours, my lady.”

Somehow, she knows that it will not be a wasteful thing to hope in this marriage.

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