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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Giles x reader - our new year

Walking into the shop, you grinned brightly as you made your way to the counter, setting the tray you were holding down.

“Coffee.”

Immediately all the group of young people got up to grab their cups, and you walked over to the man who was standing at some shelves.

“Tea.”

You held out a different cup to him, and he turned away, taking it with a warm smile.

“Thank you. I uh.. I wasn’t expecting you today, I thought you had the day off.”

“Your band of misfits over there kept calling me until I agreed to bring them all coffee because they didn’t want to go outside.

Giles sighed, shaking his head slightly.

“I am so sorry, please, go home, rest. I’ll tell them not to bother you again.”

You shrugged a little, walking towards the counter and you ducked under the little trapdoor, making your way to the back.

Heading to the training room, you sat on a part of the wall, and then you laid yourself down.

You heard someone come in, and your head was lifted so a jacket could be placed on it.

“You don’t have to stay here, enjoy the day, away from all the.. the uh.. well this.”

You grinned a little bit, turning your head so you could look at the shop owner who was stood with his back to you, leaning on the same wall you were laid on.

You tried to shuffle a little bit, and you knocked Giles and nearly fell.

He placed his hand on your arm to stop you before fell, then he let go.

“Everytime you lay there you fall, you do remember the falling don’t you?” He chuckled.

You hummed a little.

“I don’t know, I think I’ve fallen too many times.”

He chuckled again, and held his cup out for you which you took and you watched him wonder away before coming back, dragging a mat with him.

He took his cup back and gestured to it.

“At least if you fall now you’ll be somewhat safe.”

“Ever the gentleman, thank you Rupert.”

“Yes, you.. you’re welcome.”

He gave you a smile before quickly walking away and out of the training room, and you covered your eyes with your arm.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep like that, laid awkwardly on the wall.

Xander came into the room, and seeing you asleep he grinned a little and walked back out, making his way to the counter and leant on it.

“So G man, what’s the plans for new years?” He asked.

Giles turned around to briefly look at the younger man before he turned back around to carry on checking his inventory.

“Well I.. I suppose I’ll stay here. There’s a lot to go over.”

“So, no big parties?” Buffy asked.

“We’re having a party, you should come! Oh! It’ll be so fun!”

Giles chuckled a little and he turned around, setting some things on the counter, glancing up at the trio before looking down.

“No, no. That’s quite alright, I prefer the peace anyhow.”

“Well, I can stay. You know, if you like?” Tara asked.

“Thank you for the offer, but you should go to the party, enjoy yourselves for a short while.”

Giles turned back to what he doing, flicking through one of his books.

“What about (Y/N)?” Anya asked.

This mad his head snap up.

“What… what about her?”

“What’s (Y/N) doing for new years?” Anya asked him.

Giles thought for a moment, then he turned his attention back to the book in front of him.

“I.. I don’t know, she did mention a uh.. a party of some sort with her friends.”

Giles didn’t see Willow and Buffy slip away, he carried on doing what he was doing.

You on the other hand were woken up by the paid on the slapping your arm.

“Oh my god…” you mumbled.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and looked around the room before your eyes finally landed on them both grinned from ear to ear.

“Girls?”

You grabbed the jacket you were laying on, and you pulled it on, doing up the buttons on it and you yawned a bit.

“What are you doing for tonight?” Buffy asked.

You thought for a moment.

“I was supposed to go to my friends party, but you know, people in their early 30s, drinking, talking about their kids and marriages and all that, sounds kinda eh.

They both laughed.

“So… you’re not going?” Willow grinned.

“Nah, I think I’ll just stay at home.”

“Will you stay here?”

You looked at them a little confused.

“Well, it’s.. it’s just the Giles is going to be here and with everything going on we don’t think it’s safe for him to be alone.” Buffy explained.

You smiled softly at them.

“Yeah, of course I’ll stay with him. You guys don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Thank you!”

You pushed yourself down from the wall, and made your way back out to the shop floor, standing next to your boss.

“What we making?”

Giles jumped a little, and he looked down at you.

“Just cleansing a few things is all.”

You hummed nodding your head, and you looked at your watch.

“I need to go, but I’ll be back later.”

You unbuttoned the jacket and took it off, handing it back over to him.

“Do you want anything?”

Giles looked at you and shook his head, watching as you left.

There was one thing he wanted, but he knew it was the one thing he was never going to be able to have.

He wanted you, but in reality he knew that somebody like you would never even look twice at somebody like him.

You had men and some woman falling head over heels for you, and he was one of them, absolutely head over heels for you from the moment you started working with him.

But he was your boss. He was older than you by more than a couple of years.

He was happy with your company, even if there was nothing more between the pair of you, to just know that you were there, it was enough for him. Even if it wasn’t really enough.

You went back home to get a few more hours of sleep, and when you woke up again the sun had long set, and you go changed, grabbed your keys and made your way back to the shop.

The sign said closed, but when you tried the door for you noticed it wasn’t locked and wondered in.

“Come on, I’ve told you to stop leaving the door unlocked!” You called.

“(Y/N)?”

Giles stood up from the table and pulled out a chair for you.

You smiled, sitting down and placed the takeout bag on the table as well with a little grin.

“I assumed you hadn’t eaten yet, you forgot I was coming back didn’t you?”

“I.. I’m sorry I did.”

You smiled at him, and shook your head.

“It’s fine, really. I forgot too, I slept a little too long. But I’m here now, so sit, eat, and tell me what you’re doing.”

“R..right yes. I am currently cataloging all my books that aren’t for the public, I want to be sure that if one goes missing we know exactly which one.”

You nodded, and pushed the food towards him, taking the notebooks away and you set them aside.

“Eat, work after.”

He smiled, watching as you got up to go sort through a few things, and check over the days sales.

Giles smiled to himself, and he turned away before you could see him admiring you, and he took his notebooks to go back to working.

“Hey Rupert?”

He quickly hide the notebooks.

“Yes (Y/N)?”

You turned around, putting a few ingredients and crystals on one of the shelves.

“One, I saw that. Put the notebooks back, and two, what do you plan on doing for the whole it’s midnights let’s celebrate the new year thing?”

“Well, I.. I was just going to stay here, go through the books up there.”

You hummed, and you walked back over taking the notebook from him again, flipping through it and you gestured to the books on the table.

“Do these need to go up?”

“Yes, I’ll take them, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

He stood up, picking up some of the books, and you took some of them from him.

“I’m here to help, plus we gotta be done quickly.”

You rushed up the steps and Giles followed, setting the books he was holding down and he took the ones from you to put them away.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Well, if you’re up to it I want to go somewhere. I want to show you something really cool.”

“Sounds rather interesting, May I know what it is?”

“Nope, not yet.”

You glanced at your watch and then turned back to him.

“We’ve got a couple of hours yet.”

You carried on helping him, and when it got closer to 11pm, you finally grabbed your jacket and pulled it on.

Giles did the same thing and he followed you out of the shop, locking it and he gestured to his car.

“Where are we headed?”

“There’s a place out just on the edge of town.”

Giles looked at you a little confused.

“Trust me?” You grinned slightly.

He smiled, handing you his keys.

“Of course I do.”

On the way there Giles tried to ask a few more questions about where you were taking him but all you would do was grin at him a little bit.

You finally got there and you parked the car, pointed to the top of the hill.

“Up there.”

“What.. what is up there?” He asked nervously.

“Something spectacular.”

You held out your hand, grinning from ear to ear that little mischievous grin you had when you were planning something.

Giles looked at your hand and he gave you his hand, feel those sparks he felt when felt your interlace your fingers with his and he gently held your hand.

You led the way up the hill.

“Carefully, it’s a little Rocky up here, walk behind me.”

Giles moved behind you, and you moved your hand behind your back so you could still led the way for him.

When you reached the top of the hill, you walked to a bench and stood up on it and you looked down at him.

“Come on.” You smiled.

“(Y/N) benches are for sitting, not standing.”

You laughed, gently tugging at his hand.

“Come on Rupert, just stand on the bench, please?”

He smiled gently at you, and he stood on the bench, turning to stand side by side with you, his gaze travelling to your hands together.

You looked at him and he locked eyes with you, a smile gracing his face when he saw your warm smile.

“So what is uh.. what is up here?”

You turned back to the view of the town from up there.

“Well, it’s like a tradition, every year I come up here and say something I’d been thinking the whole year, I say it just before midnight and when people light the fireworks it’s like my words were heard.”

“Like a wish?” He asked.

You laughed a little bit.

“It’s childish I know, but I don’t know, it’s just.. it’s nice you know? Like that one thing you’ve thought about or wanted all year but never said and you finally let it out, and maybe if you’re lucky the universe listens, and gives it to you.”

Giles gently squeezed your hand.

“Well, what do you want to say then?”

You thought for a moment, before turning to face him.

“I am glad I started working at the magic box, and I hope this next year is even better than the last.” You grinned.

He smiled, and he stepped down from the bench, letting go of your hand, and you looked at him.

“What about you?”

“Well.. I uh.. there is one thing, but don’t know if I could ask for it..”

“I think you should, if anybody deserves something it’s you. You do everything for everybody Rupert, do something for yourself, ask for something for yourself.”

He nodded, looking out over the city.

He couldn’t look at you while he thought about what to say,

He took a small breath, and you quietly stepped down from the bench.

“I.. am enchanted by you (Y/N), a..absolutely captivated… I just.. would it be selfish if I said I.. I didn’t want you to be in love with somebody else?”

Giles turned around to see you standing next to him, a smile on your face.

The first firework shot up nearby, a whistling sound followed by a bang, the colour lighting up the sky, and it reflected against you.

You reached up, the sounds of fireworks blocking out any words you could’ve thought about saying.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you leant up, brushing your lips against his before you moved away.

Giles looked at you, and he gently took your face between his hands, leaning down to kiss you properly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, leaning into the kiss, a smile forming and you felt him smile back.

Giles pulled away and you let go of him.

“Happy new year Rupert..”

Giles smiled sweetly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Happy new year..” he whispered.

He held your hand, and you titled your head back to look at the fireworks still lighting up the sky.

While you admired them, Giles admired you, watching as they reflected in your eyes, every little speck of colour, every little glimmer.

You turned your eyes to him and he looked away, embarrassed at being caught.

You placed a hand on his face and turned him back forwards you.

“You want to know something?”

“What uh.. what is it?”

You gestured for him to lean down so he did, and you kissed his cheek.

“I’m not in love with anybody else..”

You stepped away, and a bright smile made its way on to his face.

The fireworks had stopped, and Giles nervously scratched the back of his head.

“So.. perhaps we could.. maybe go.. uh.. go to dinner…?”

“Rupert?”

He looked at you.

You just grinned a little and he chuckled, walking over he wrapped his arms around you, holding you gently.

You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.

This was the best start to a year you had ever had, and Giles felt the same way, and he was finally looking forward to seeing what a new year would bring

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parkersroses · 3 years

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this love. | harry styles.

summary: mornings are beautiful time to reflect how much love you and harry have for each other.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 1579 words

warning(s): a cloud of fluff and mentions of sex

a/n: wasn’t planning on posting anything until i found this piece that i wrote a while ago. probably not my best one but i edited it, there’s probably still some minor grammar errors here and there. but nonetheless, lmk know what you think! enjoy! <3

You sometimes never enjoyed mornings, but there were times where you loved them. You loved them because he was there.

Every morning, there he was next to you. With his strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck. Mornings were filled with the calming, enchanting silence, the only sounds were his and yours.

At night, both of you would lay face to face. You'd talk about the world and your future. Your heart would flutter every time he's talking about his, his future that involved you with him. You'd admire his beautiful, manly features while he'd admire yours. Tiny kisses would be exchanged throughout the conversation. And as you both fell asleep, 'I love you's would be said. The last thing you would see before heading off to the World of Dreams were each other.

You were woken up by the sun streaming through the curtains. The silence surrounded you with only the soft sounds of your lover's snores beside you. You let out a deep sigh as you tried to stretch, your action only being stopped by a strong arm wrapped around you. You slowly turn around, being careful to not wake Harry up. You lay your head comfortably on your pillow as you face his.

You believed what people said about looking younger when you're asleep, because he did. Harry still had his manly features, with a hint of his childhood innocence. His curly hair was ruffled and some of it covered his forehead. His eyes were moving under his eyelids, catching the dream he had that you'd probably never know about. You sometimes wonder if he ever dreamt of you. His soft, pink lips were parted, and you restrained yourself from kissing him, not wanting to wake him up from his deep slumber.

You slowly lifted your hand and began to lightly trace his features with your index finger. You brushed off the hair off his forehead back on his head. Your fingers trace down his temple until you reach his jawline, the hint of scruff scratching against your finger. Both of you would laugh at you complaining about how pretty his jawline. You felt the slight scruff he'd been growing.

You placed your finger on the bridge of his nose, tracing it down lightly and bopping his nose. You finally trace his lips. You’ve always envied his lips, of how soft and rosy pink they looked. They felt soft under your touch and once again, you restrained yourself to kiss him while he was asleep.

Suddenly, you felt Harry’s arm around tighten, pulling you closer to his body. You smiled knowing he was awake as he groaned softly. Harry slowly opened one eye and smiled at the sight of you. Your heart fluttered at his adorableness.

"Hi," He said softly. You snuggled closer to him. "Hi," You said back. "Did I wake you?" you asked. He smiled at you and shook his head. "Not at all, love," he said. His arm slowly rubbed your back in the most comforting way he could. You sighed happily at his gentleness as you both continued to admire each other.

You could never get tired with moments like this. Moments where it's just you and him, and no one else could see these moments. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you first said yes to dating him. Though, both of you somehow survived the fame, the paparazzi, the long distances; everything. It was as if nothing could tear you apart.

"Everytime I close my eyes and fall asleep, I see myself with you. It's like I can't escape you, even if I wanted to," he said to you once. You looked in his eyes to see if he was joking, though it didn't seem like it.

"So is that.. bad?" You asked nervously. You've come to realize how much you care for Harry, possibly how much you are in love with him. But if Harry wanted to break things off with you, you were ready to face the heartbreak that comes with. You felt a lump starting to grow in your throat.

Instead, he smiled and walked closer to you. He gently held your face so you'd face him. "No," he said. “It’s like, when things go wrong, you’re always there in my mind, telling me it’ll be alright. It’s like you’re my saving grace." he confessed. ”In fact, I doubt there's ever a day where my thoughts aren't consumed by you, my beautiful love," You felt yourself blushed and looked down at the ground.

Harry lifted your face again, seeing you smile at him. 'Oh, that smile.' He thought. He could never get tired seeing your beautiful smile.

He leaned in pulling you into a kiss, and just like that, even a single doubt about your relationship faded.

Now, here you both were, months after your love had blossomed. Holding each other close as if the other would disappear if one let go. The closeness and warmness you both felt almost felt surreal.

As you stared into Harry’s beautiful forest-green eyes, all you saw was home. He was your home. It's like he gave you comfort, shelter, and love all in one package. He was a dream, your dream. And you love that about him. You love all of him. A pang of realisation hit you as you stared at the love of your life.

You realized how much the man in front of you meant to you. This was the man who you're so hopelessly in love with. This was the man you see a future with. This was the man you'd give your all to.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you deep in your thoughts. "Are you alright, love?" He said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. "Yeah, I am,". Both of you smiled.

You noticed Harry’s eyes moving from eyes to your lips. You suddenly felt your thumping in your chest and you were lucky he couldn't hear it. God, you wanted to kiss him. As if he read your mind, Harry slowly leaned in and softly kissed your lips. You immediately kissed back, both your lips moving in sync. You felt him gently biting your lower lip, erupting a groan from you.

Harry shifted off his back, making you lay on yours as he hovered you. You felt his tongue sneaking its way into your mouth, causing you to whimper. Both of you broke apart for air and panted as you stared at each other. Harry’s eyes gazed at your state. Your lips were almost in the shade of red due to how much you’re kissing him. You stared at him, waiting for his next move, wanting to feel his lips all over you, his touch on your body.

It drove him crazy seeing that this was the woman he chose that wanted to love him as much as he wanted to love her. He stared in your eyes, the same eyes that captured his heart the day they met. Not once, he'd wish to have it back. He wanted his heart in your belonging, and only you. Just like how he had yours. Even when you had your arguments, he’d always come back to you, back in your loving arms where he felt like he belonged.

This was the woman he fell in love with. The woman he imagined his future with. The woman he'd propose and marry one day. He wished to his lucky stars that you would never walk out of his life. He was selfish like that, but people do crazy, weird things when they're in love, right?

"God, I love you," Harry confessed, not giving you a chance to say the three words back before slipping his lips between yours. You responded immediately. Your hands found themselves entangled with his curly brown hair as pull him closer. Soft gasps and whimpers were let out as you both kiss. You didn’t need to say it back, both of you knew and that was enough.

His hips rolled into yours for a while, erupting a moan from you. "I love you so much," he said again as he locked his lips with yours again. His hips would roll against yours, making both of you moan in pleasure. You felt him harden against your clothed core.

If someone had walked in, they'd see two young adults lost in lust and euphoria. But to you, the feeling was more than just that.

It was love.

You both knew the love between you would only grow bigger and stronger, you'd continue to grow it together. You'd crave for this love everyday you'd spend with him.

This was Harry Styles.

The man you knew you fell in love since the day you met. The man who'd always hold you when you're weak. The man you hoped to see standing at the end of the aisle waiting for you. The man you'll forever wish to spend your entire life with. You understand why you'd smile or laugh with a knowing reason. It's because of him.

This love was yours and Harry’s to keep and never let go.

This love was all that mattered him and you, and it’ll keep getting stronger as every day, every hour, every second passes.

And both of you would never change the feeling you felt for each other for anything in the world.

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megan-is-mia · 3 years

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Hi! Is it okay if I request a poly Pomefiore nsfw oneshot with the prompt starter 103- “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.”

Thank you!

(Hopefully, this will make you happy despite how late it is >_<) 103. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.” (Yandere! Pomefiore Dorm x Fem! S/o) (Warning NON-CON AND NSFW AHEAD)

(Y/n) had always been an early riser, ever since she was a child she’d been that way. Since coming to Night Raven College and being sorted into Pomefiore that had not changed. While others rolled out of bed and tamed their bedhead into a presentable coiffure before greeting the day, she’d spend the hour of the sun’s rising just basking in its splendor. Yet today was one of the few times she despised her early-rising nature. For by waking up she had returned to the horrifying nightmare that was her reality.

She was aware that she was considered a beauty, even among her fellow Pomefiore students where good-looks are almost a requirement to be in the dorm she was considered to be far above-average. Such good looks might have made another soul happy or greedy but not her, for paired with her fair features were a reclusive mind and timid heart that made that gift of beauty a curse. (Y/n)’s discomfort with dealing with people was half the reason she’d become an early bird as to avoid the conflict before it began. Yet how could she avoid conflict when the place she’d awoken would bring her nothing but conflict? How could (Y/n) hope to continue her life of trying to blend in when people were sure to ask questions at breakfast? Try as she might she couldn't think of a way to explain why she had slept in the dormhead’s bed instead of her own. Yes, that’s where dawn was greeting her. From the unfamiliar warmth and comfort of Vil Schoenheit’s bed as the male in question continued to sleep seemingly undisturbed by her distress. It shouldn’t have been possible for things to be worse, but somehow they were. For it wasn’t just the beautiful boy with his blonde hair that turned lavender at the ends that kept her company but two additional bodies that ensured she wouldn't move a muscle while they slept on. If (Y/n) turned her head she could see the vice-dormhead Rook Hunt snoring peacefully with his arm wrapped loosely around her waist, his breath ruffling her hair as he breathed in and out.

As for the third occupant nestled snugly in the bed… It took (Y/n) a few moments to recognize the first-year who’s taken the liberty of using her chest as a pillow in his sleep. In her defense, Epel Felmier was basically a stranger to her. The one time they’d spoken being when she’d tried to turn him down gently a few weeks back. After that awkward encounter where she’d had to tell him she wasn’t interested, she’d been making more of an effort to try and blend in with the masses. So why was she here? And why… did her lower body feel so numb? Her head throbbed when she tried to think about it and she let out a small groan of pain as she did so. The moment the sound left her lips, the arm around her waist tightened as Rook let out a yawn. She felt his mouth press against the nape of her neck to place a kiss before he buried his nose into her hair with a contented sigh. “Good morning (Y/n)” the green-eyed male purred softly, his voice still rough from sleep and made her shiver in disgust. (Y/n) imagined that if she were to speak her voice would sound even rougher than his. considering all the screaming she’d done the night before. Yes, despite the pounding headache she had, the memories of the night before were beginning to make their way back to her. How she’d felt unusually tired after dinner, how she’d woken up with her hands cuffed above her head. She’d called out desperately hoping that someone would hear her plea and come to her rescue. Oh her pleas were heard alright, heard by the very souls who’d put her in this situation. She did not remember what exactly they’d said to her in the moment. Yet one phrase from Vil came back to her loud and clear as when it had been first uttered. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this” the blonde had growled out, his perfectly cultivated appearance and personality torn away to reveal a man utterly consumed by lovesickness. Epel would have been the first one on her had he not been held back by Rook who reminded him playfully to respect his elders. The first-year had retorted back that it wasn’t fair for him to have to wait when he’d been pining the hardest and been the only one formally rejected by (Y/n). Still, he’d acquiesced to the matter, standing with crossed arms as he watched Vil run his hands over the girl, muttering a mix of criticisms and compliments as he went lower and lower. The entire time the young woman’s only contributions had been pleas for them to stop, for them to let her go, for them to act like nothing had ever happened. All these requests had been met with callous laughter and condescending platitudes. After Vil had completed his overview of (Y/n) he gestured to the other two men to come join him on the bed. Now instead of one set of roaming hands on her body, there were three: pinching, squeezing, petting, and stroking. It was all so overwhelming; one moment she was struggling to keep her legs closed so her pants couldn't be removed, the next she was naked as a newborn babe with her legs thrown over Rook’s shoulders as he ate her out. When she tried to protest again, Vil’s lips were pressed against hers as he shoved his tongue down her throat. As for her bust… well it seemed Epel seemed to be quite interested in that part of her if the fact he was suckling greedily on one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers. Why it’s a wonder she was able to resist cumming for so long with all the stimuli she was being barraged with. So when she lost it, she lost it hard. Moaning into Vil’s mouth arching up into Epel’s touch, and drenching Rook’s face with her juices. Yet the man had kept going, tongue fucking her ever though she was already overstimulated to give the other two men a chance to undress and jerk themselves off to full-hardness. (Y/n) was on the cusp of a second orgasm when Rook pulled back and Vil took his spot between her legs. She’d whimpered when Vil had pressed his cock against her dripping entrance but hadn’t been able to stop him from sinking into her with a soft growl. Nor had (Y/n) been able to stop Epel from prying her mouth open so he could stuff her throat with his dick. A few moments later she felt something prodding at her already stretched-out cunt as Rook eased his cock in beside the other blonde’s with a low groan. She would have tried to protest this move, had she been able to speak that is. Wasting no time, all three men began fucking her with reckless abandon. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, and her eyes rolled back in her skull as she was fucked senseless. And their stamina, dear lord their stamina. The three must have taken some kind of recovering potion ahead of time in order to keep going when she was nothing more than a limp noodle from overstimulation from her fourth orgasm in rapid suggestion. (Y/n) was already half-unconscious when they’d all finally had their fill of her. Epel forced her to swallow his load as Rook and Vil pulled out of her to watch their cum drip out of her well-fucked cunt with rapt attention. Eventually (Y/n)’s wrists were released from their bindings and kisses were pressed against the skin that had been rubbed raw from her struggles. Someone, she wasn’t sure who used a damp towel to clean her up before she was helped under the covers and felt arms wrap around her body as the three males got comfortable beside her. (Y/n) wanted to try and stay awake so she could have the chance to escape, but she was truly too weary for that and fell asleep after only a few minutes of laying there. Which then of course brought her back to the now of this morning. The now, where she had a blonde hunter speaking sweet-nothings into her ear as the first-year beside her pressed his face more insistently into her bosom and the dormhead slumbered on totally unaware of the situation at hand. She let out a deep sigh, slightly displacing Epel with the moment so he lifted his head from her chest with a sleepy expression. He stared at her with big, innocent-looking eyes. If this had been the first time she’d seen such a face (Y/n) might have been inclined to stroke his cheek and coo. However, she now knew too well what horrors hide under the pretty exterior. “Heya (Y/n)” he said his words slurred as he let his face fall back into place in her cleavage with a soft yawn. “Bonjour Monsieur Crabapple” Rook said, lifting his hand from (Y/n)’s waist in order to ruffle Epel’s hair affectionately, even as the younger boy let out a whine of protest at the gesture. If she hadn’t been scared out of her mind, the young woman might have tried to shush them so they wouldn’t wake Vil up yet. Everytime she closed her eyes she saw his depraved expression in her mind and she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to deal with that sight yet. Too bad that choice wasn’t up to her, as the male in question let out a yawn and stretched his arms over his head before turning his head her way with one beautiful violet eye open to gaze at her. Whatever he saw, seemed to please the young man as his mouth curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. (Y/n) forced herself not to recoil at the kiss, despite how much she wanted to. Vil’s expression was so sickly sweet that it made her stomach tie itself up in anxious knots. “Morning my darling” Vil said, before pressing a second kiss to the girl’s forehead. The pet name only made her insides twist-up tighter. (Y/n) could feel the panic she’d been repressing since she woke up finally got to her. As her heart began to thump wildly and her body quivered like a leaf in the wind with fresh tears forming in the corners of her eyes. If she thought such a display wouldn't faze the boys she was wrong as it only put them all on high alarm and fussing over her. She could feel her grip on the waking world begin to fade as her vision blurred and she passed out amidst frantically shaking and worried words from the three males. (Y/n) would have to face reality sooner or later, but it didn’t have to be now. Now she could drift through her own personal dream world for a few more hours of peaceful, blissful ignorance before she would be forced to start adjusting to being the trophy-girlfriend to the trio of insatiable men who’d ruin her life otherwise… THE END

#Yandere Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier #Yandere Rook Hunt #Rook Hunt #Yandere Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Yandere TWST

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kitten fever // myg

summary - min yoongi wants to be a daddy, but not in the way that you quite expect

pairing - cat hybrid!yoongi x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; hybrid au, established relationship au

word count - 7.5k

warning - yoongi being an absolute softie, hinted hybrid discrimination, YOONGI WITH A KITTY, yoongi and yn being domestic, KITTENS, overwhelming love for kittens, yoongi calling himself daddy

author’s note - this is for the bts ghostie dynamite dads event “new dad yoongi”, but make it new cat dad. i snuggled my kitties a lot writing this bc i love them and they are my inspiration for this. anything cat related on my blog is inspired by my own cats, enjoy. i may post a baby photo of one of them bc that’s how i imagine the kitty in this

2:54 am read the small digital clock in the corner of the room. Yoongi couldn’t sleep. He turned his head over to you, still curled up into his side. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he gently peeled your arm off of him and got out of bed. You let out a soft whine at the loss of his warmth, patting the empty space in a sleepy attempt to find him. He shook his head and chuckled at you, placing another kiss to your head and made his way over to the desk. Seating himself in the wheelie chair, he opened the laptop and typed away into the search bar.

‘Newborn Kittens’.

He honestly wasn’t sure what was going through his head, but he was feeling something deep down inside. The feeling started sometime a little after you had adopted him and it had only grown stronger when the two of you had gotten together. Originally he thought that was the feeling, the need to be with you. You were his mate and you were it for him; he loved you with every little fiber in his being. But there was still something missing in Yoongi’s heart, and that is what it was.

He really wanted to be a dad.

Not for like human babies though, no. He didn’t think that either of you were ready for that yet, not for a while. But he really wanted to care and love for something as his own, which has slowly led him down the rabbit hole of kitten videos. Volume set to low, he played videos and listened to the small innocent newborns cry and whine at the new world they were in. The cries resonated deep in Yoongi’s heart. He wanted to care for, guide, and love on a kitten so badly. The only thing is he had to convince you about it.

After about an hour of him watching and holding back tears over the newborns, he let out a yawn. He exited the tab and cleared the browsing history, an extra precaution he’d taken to make sure you accidentally stumble across it. He didn’t know why he was so nervous about asking you, maybe it’s cause you never talked about having another pet or an actual animal? He vaguely remembered you mentioning the reason you got a hybrid in the first place. You wanted someone to talk to and to keep you in check, which Yoongi thought he did a pretty good job of. You were a bit of an idiot sometimes, but you were his idiot now. His idiot that he had no idea how to tell he wanted to have a baby kitten.

He quietly tiptoed back over to the bed and carefully slotted himself to lay next to you, once again. You sleepily register the bed dipping next to you, turning over and wrapping your arms back around him; holding him even tighter so he can’t leave you again. He let out a low chuckle at your action, letting you mold yourself against him. With another kiss to the top of your head, Yoongi let his eyes slowly fall shut. Dreaming of the kittens he wanted so badly.

You woke up earlier than Yoongi the following morning, which was strange, seeing how normally he’s the first to rise. As of lately though, he’s been sleeping in more. You didn’t mind, the past few times he slept in, he had the warmest smile on his face. It was so blissful and it always pulled at your heartstrings to see him look so soft. But whenever he woke up, he acted distant. Like he was holding his breath around you. You don’t know what led him to start acting like this, you tried talking to him about it, you really did. Everytime you brought it up, he acted like it was nothing and dismissed the issue or said he was in a funk. So you’ve taken a back seat, waiting for him to either truly tell you what’s going on or for him to pull himself out of his self-proclaimed funk. With a small sigh passing your lips, you kissed his cheek and gave one of his little ears a scratch, you pulled yourself out of bed to get started on your morning routine.

With a yawn, you padded down the hallway of your small apartment towards the kitchen. Glancing at the calendar pinned to the fridge, you let out a low groan. Today, you had a lot of paperwork that you could thankfully do at home, but that didn’t help the fact you just wanted a lazy day to cuddle with your boyfriend. But you have work to do, then you can cuddle Yoongi to your heart's content. Quickly, you fashioned a breakfast milkshake; consisting of your last banana, an egg, milk, and some chocolate sauce. The roar of the blender must’ve woken up Yoongi, as soon as you turned it off, you heard his heavy footsteps get closer and closer. You don’t turn to look behind you as two arms and a tail wrap around your waist.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled as he buried his head into your neck.

“Morning,” he grumbled, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

You stop from finishing your shake to lean into him, nuzzling your cheek against his messy dark hair. “You sleep alright? I thought I felt you get up in the middle of the night.”

“I’m good, just. . . had trouble sleeping last night,” You felt him shift behind you, readjusting himself so his chin is now resting on your shoulder, watching you finish making your shake, “decided to have a wikipedia deep dive to try and bore myself to sleep.”

“Aw, I’m glad you were able to get some sleep though.” You said as you pulled out a metal straw from your utensil drawer into your finished banana-chocolate milkshake. However, Yoongi doesn’t loosen his grip on you. Carefully, you manage to twist yourself around in his arms to look at him. His face is still puffy from sleep, his eyes are blinking lazily as you give him a chaste kiss. “Sleepy kitty.” Upon saying that phrase, you felt Yoongi’s arms stiffen around you. It was only for a moment, then he relaxed and nuzzled his nose to brush against your cheek before letting his arms slip from around you. You don’t let the way Yoongi tensed up at your words, but elect not to bring it up. It’s too early.

“What do you have planned for today?” Yoongi asked, stifling a yawn as he went to make himself some coffee.

“Just paperwork,” you huffed as you siphoned through the utensils to find your precious metal straw. “You got anything? Besides taking a cat nap.” You smiled as you took a sip of your shake.

Yoongi shook his head as he concentrated on his coffee making task, “I got nothing.”

“Maybe when I’m done, we can watch a movie?” You suggested, as you leaned against the countertop.

“Mm, sounds good.” He responded as he mixed in his coffee creamer. Satisfied with his stirring, he turned back to face you. “There’s a few things I’ve found that I think you might like”, he said as he brought the mug to his lips.

The small conversation fell and the two of you got started on your routines. You handed Yoongi your glass for him to clean then went to your bathroom to start the day. You couldn’t get over how he froze around you at the little nickname you bestowed on him. Sleepy kitty. Did he not like that? He never had any objections to your pet names previous to this. You couldn’t just chalk it up to it being one of his ‘moods’ because this was a constant thing now. You needed to talk to him, maybe before the movie.

Yoongi on the other hand, felt like banging his head into a wall. How could he be so stupid to have such a blatant reaction to the pet name?! He supposes it has everything to do with the dream he had after he had finally fallen asleep after an hour long cat video binge at such an ungodly hour. He had dreamt of a small tabby kitten, probably no more than 4 weeks old. It was snuggling into his shoulder while he slept, swiping at his tail while he sat and worked, nibbling on his ears- God even just reminiscing about the dream had his heart aching again.

Shaking his head, tried to push past the consuming thoughts of kittens, refusing to give into his instincts. He focused all his energy into cleaning the dishes; totally not imagining the small cup he was washing as a small kitten, scrubbing it delicately and making sure not to go too hard on it’s small fragile head-

Yoongi dropped the cup in the sink, the plastic banging against the other dishes ringing in his ears as he held his head. He was going to lose it, he knows it. To his concern there’s only one solution to this issue: get a kitten and take care of it. Digging the heels of his palm into his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. There was no other choice he had, he had to talk to you about his kitten fever.

Finishing up the last of what was in the sink, he dried off his hands and made his way back over to the room. You had already gotten to work, judging by how you barely acknowledged him as he walked in. Walking over to the bed, Yoongi stretched himself over the messed up covers. This was how the two of you did spend most of your days when you were allowed to work from home; with him laying down and watching you work. Resting his cheek on his folded arms, Yoongi kept his eyes on you. Trying his damndest not to let his mind wander from you and to imagining you working with a small kitten on your lap. Your hand caressing its small body while it meows loudly at you as you play with it- He let out a groan, burying his face in his arms to try and escape the mental image he created.

Hearing him, you turn in your chair to face him, “Yoongi, are you okay?”

Peeking from behind his elbows, concern is written all over your face. He shut his eyes and sat up, “Y/N. . . Can I talk to you?” Your brows furrowed together, a look of panic dashes through your eyes as you nod. Taking a deep breath, he stood up from where he sat and walked over to your desk, leaning against it. “I-,” he started, “I want kittens.”

His admission out in the air, he closed his eyes, fearing your reaction. But no sound of rejection came from you. Opening one eye to peep at you, you were confused. Yoongi could also see the gears turning in your head as you thought of something, anything to respond to him.

“Yoongi, I-I don’t think we’re-”

“Not like that!” He stopped you, seeing how you didn’t quite understand what he was talking about. “I mean like, actual kittens. . . Cats. . .” He explained.

Your mouth parted, “Oooh.” The dots connected, Yoongi’s sudden mood changes started to make sense; especially this morning’s when you called him kitty. All this because he wanted to father kittens? “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you wanted kittens, Yoongi?” You questioned.

Bashfully, he looked to his feet, “I don’t know. . . Since we got together, I suppose?”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline, “That long?! Why haven’t you told me, baby?” You went to grab his hands, holding them in yours.

“You never said anything about wanting kids, animal or not so I just. . . didn’t say anything.” He responded, keeping his eyes on your interlocked hands.

“Yoongi, look at me.” He raised his head to meet your gaze, “Human babies I never really thought much on, but kittens? I love kittens so much, of course I’d want to have them with you.”

“Really?” He felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets “You mean it? I can-We can get a kitten? A baby?” Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears; his vision started to blur as tears welled up in them. The blurry outline of you nodded as you stood, pulling him into a hug as the happy tears fell from his face.

You cooed at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his face burying itself in your neck. “Aww, we can definitely get a kitten. I think having one might be a wonderful little addition to our family, don’t you think?” Yoongi only cried harder in response. You stroked the hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him from his happy tears. “I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll get all my work done today and tomorrow we can go to a shelter and adopt. Okay?” With a nod of his head and a couple sniffles, he pulled away from the hug. You moved your hand to lay it on his cheek, wiping away the remaining tears from his cheeks. “Let me finish this up okay? You do research on some kitten supplies and shelters nearby?”

With that, Yoongi immediately got to work on researching products (within your established budget) and found a shelter a few blocks away from your apartment building. You thanked whatever deity that was watching over you that allowed your apartment to put in a notice for a new pet so last minute. Normally you’d have no qualms about waiting a few days, but the way Yoongi had been keeping this to himself, you didn’t want him to wait any longer. He deserved to be a proud father of a little fur baby.

All night long, you could feel Yoongi’s excitement radiate from him as he tossed and turned in the bed all night. You could hear him even giggle to himself, whispering how he’s going to be a dad. The words squeezed your heart as you turned to wrap your arms around him, partially to keep him still but also because you were happy that he was so happy about this step for the both of you. Maybe him a little more than you though.

You woke up to an empty bed, you patted around Yoongi’s side, noting it was cold. You were puzzled for a moment, wondering where he might be when the smell of bacon flooded your nose. You let out a light chuckle as you got out of bed, and shuffled down the hallway to see Yoongi in the kitchen, buzzing as he cooked breakfast. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d mistake you for a dog hybrid for being this excited.” You chuckled as you sat down at the table. He narrowed his eyes at you before returning to cooking. Normally Yoongi never went all out with breakfast unless it was a special occasion, you suppose that today might as well be a special occasion, it being the day he finally gets to become a dad. “Did you get any sleep?” You asked as he put some bacon and toast on a couple plates.

“Enough,” he answered, placing a plate in front of you on the table. You rolled your eyes at his response, you should’ve figured he didn’t get much; but at least he got some of it. “Gotta get used to not sleeping all throughout the night.”

“Yoongi, it’s a kitten. Not an actual baby.” You chortled as you took a bite of bacon, “It’s not gonna wake us up in the middle of the night crying.”

“Yeah, but kittens in a new environment often are excited and don’t sleep much the first night or so.” He responded as he sat down in front of you, “While I’m not a full cat, you should remember how restless I was when you first got me.”

You do remember. He stayed up all night the first few days, getting a feel of your apartment; sniffing around and making some noise, but after that he started to settle in and get comfortable in his new home. “Yes, but cats don’t whine every few hours to be fed.”

“Touche,” he bowed his head in defeat before going to take a bite out of his toast.

You watched him as he ate, nibbling a bit on your breakfast as you did. As you continued to eat, you noticed he was getting more and more fidgety. Figuring how he wasn’t very upfront with you about getting a kitten, he was waiting on your word to get ready to find a shelter. You smirked a bit as you took a few more bites of your toast before pushing your plate away. “Alright, ready to go?” Before you even finished, Yoongi jumped from his seat and kissed your cheek. You barked out a laugh as your hybrid dashed down the hallways towards the bedroom in a blur of black and white.

Deciding to take it upon yourself, you cleared the table, seeing how Yoongi was too excited to focus on anything else. You shook your head as you picked up his abandoned breakfast on the table; if he was too excited to sleep, you should’ve figured he’d be too excited to eat. Better make sure the second that kitten crosses the threshold of your apartment that you feed him before he forgets completely to eat. As you finished up in the kitchen, said hybrid came back, “What are you doing?! Why aren’t you getting dressed?!” He exasperated at you, still dressed in pajamas, while he was all nicely dressed.

“I’m sorry that I want to make a nice impression on the newcomer, when they arrive.” You chuckled as you walked up to him, ruffling his hair. “I’ll get dressed. You finish up here.” In a flash, he was at the sink, furiously scrubbing the pans and plates. You laughed at him again, you wonder how he’s going to react when you tell him that you’re not even gonna stop at the shelter first, seeing how you should get the products first before the kitten steps it’s paws in the apartment. No matter how eager Yoongi was, you needed a litter box first. Kitten second.

Once you’re dressed and down the hall, your overly eager feline partner was frantically checking himself in the hallway mirror. Letting out a chuckle as he made his hair and ears look as neat as possible. You held up your keys, the jingling catching his attention, he beamed as you moved to put your shoes on and get out of the door.

“What kind should we get? I looked at some of the ones at the shelter and there’s this pretty ragdoll, she’s all white and fluffy- Ooh! There’s this siamese kitten that just had the most beautiful eyes-”

“Yoongi,” you cut off his rambling as you approached your car. “I love you, I really do and I’m excited that you’re excited. But don’t overthink it, let’s just go to the shelter first and see who speaks out to you more. Okay?”

You watched as he bashfully scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry.” He chuckled nervously.

“Don’t apologize, baby. Now come on, we gotta get going.” You hopped in the car, Yoongi followed behind you, climbing into the backseat. The two of you sit in silence as you drive off, your hybrid humming happily as he stared out the window. It’s only when you pull up to the pet store does Yoongi let out a low groan.

“This isn’t the shelter!”

You grabbed his hand as he pouted his lips at you, “I know. But we need litter, food, and toys. I don’t want to forget that on the way home.” You pressed a kiss to his knuckles as he dropped his pout.

“Fine,” he sighed as he unbuckled and got out, clearly unhappy with the decision, but realizing it was the right one either way.

“You’re acting more like a moody teen than a father to be, you sure you’re ready?” You raised a brow at him, which quickly had him standing up straighter.

“Yes, I am.” He gave a firm nod as he spoke, “Now come on, the fast we get the supplies, the faster we can get the baby.” He took your hand in his and led you into the store.

You let Yoongi take the lead pushing the cart through the aisles as you searched for the supplies you needed. You could feel stares from other customers as Yoongi was looking at the different types of kitten litter and which one would be best. You felt like they were judging you for bringing your hybrid to the pet store, like you were going to make him actually use the items that were meant for his animal counterpart.

“Can I help you with anything?” You both turned your head to see a young woman in a blue vest standing there, a confused expression on her face.

“Actually yes, what brand of litter would you recommend? I’ve read all the reviews but, I’m curious about your opinion?” Yoongi rambled off as he stood, walking to get closer to the employee. “We’re going to adopt a kitten later today and this is both of our first times owning a cat.”

“Oh!” The employee's eyes widened and nodded, now understanding the situation instead of assuming the worst. “Well what age are you looking to adopt?”

“Not sure, I was thinking maybe four to six weeks?” He said as the worker’s eyes examined the wall of litter in front of her.

“Hmm,” she stepped down and pulled out a medium sized pink box. “This brand is what I’ve seen the best reviews on, anyone with a kitten seems to like it before going on to other litter.” She handed it over to Yoongi, who was bowing his head as he accepted the box.

“Thank you very much!” He replied, gracious for the help.

“No problem, anything else I can help you with?” She responded with a grin of her own as she looked between the two of you.

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder to you, waiting to see if you needed anything at all. You shook your head, “No. Thank you for the offer though, I think we got it.”

Yoongi thanked the employee again before turning to put the box of litter in the cart. “Got litter, got the litter box, food, what else?”

“Toys and a collar?” You noticed that was something lacking from your growing collection of cat necessities. Looking up to Yoongi, you see him with his lips pursed in thought as he stared down into the cart. “Something wrong with that?”

“Toys no,” he said, moving to push the cart forward towards the cat toy aisle. “Collar, I don’t know. I mean, it’s going to be indoors anyways. Does it even really need it?”

He did have a point, a collar was to ensure that if it got lost you’ll be contacted as soon as it’s found. But considering how it is going to be inside all the time, and with Yoongi always around too, did you really need it? “You’re right, but we don’t know. Why don’t we skip the collar today, and get it when we know for sure. Does that sound good?”

You followed close behind him as he turned into the next aisle, thinking of what you said. “Yeah, sounds good. Just don’t want to make any unnecessary purchases.” You stopped in front of a small wall of colorful toys and stretching posts. Your eyes shifted towards him as he closely examined each and every toy in front of him. “There a limit on how many toys we can get?”

“Let’s start with three,” you laughed lightly as you moved to stand beside him, looking over the different options. “We do need a scratching post, so let’s get this one,” you move to grab a long cardboard scratcher and put it in the cart, “because we don’t need the little baby scratching up the furniture.”

“No we do not,” Yoongi returned with a chuckle, reaching out to grab a small pack of toys in the shape of mice. “These look fun.”

“What are you gonna play with it too?” You elbowed him gently as he tossed them into the wagon.

“I just might.” He teased as his attention went back to the wall of toys, he reached forward and grabbed a small plush octopus. He gave it a little shake and it chimed, his eyes immediately lit right up and placed it right next to the other toys.

“I’m beginning to think those toys are for you more than the kitten,” you joked as Yoongi moved to push the cart out of the aisle and towards check out. He scrunched his nose up at you but didn’t deny your statement.

Once at the check out, Yoongi put all the items up on the conveyor belt while you went up to the cashier, who was eyeing Yoongi carefully as he checked out each item.Not liking the way he was looking at your hybrid, you cleared your throat, directing his attention back to you. You knew there was still some judgement towards hybrids being out and about in public, but that shouldn’t matter because he was with you. His owner.

“Did you find everything alright?” The cashier huffed as he bagged your items, going over the register to double check that he scanned everything.

“Yup!” You gave him a tight smile, not wanting him to give away your displeasure at his behavior. You just wanted out of this pet store now. Yoongi, on the other hand, must’ve sensed your uneasiness and in an instant he stood right next to you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. Letting out a shaking breath, you returned his squeeze before finishing up your purchase. It certainly was a small hit to your bank account but this was worth it, it was for Yoongi.

You both gave a quick thank you to the worker before you made your leave, cart full of brand new kitten supplies. As you were loading up the car, Yoongi placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

“I didn’t like those eyes on us, on you.” You muttered as you shut the trunk closed.

“Y/N look at me,” he placed his hand on your cheek. “It’s alright, I can deal with a couple of staring strangers. But you’re with me that’s all that matters.” He smiled as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You stood there for a moment, letting him sooth your anxieties before you pulled away. “Okay, now let’s go get that kitten. No sadness today, this is supposed to be a happy time.” Soon as the words left your mouth, Yoongi’s entire demeanor shifted; going from a caring partner, to an excited child with only a few words.

“Right! Let’s go!!” With that, Yoongi gave you a chaste kiss before jumping into the passenger side door.

The drive to the shelter wasn’t that long, and Yoongi was bouncing up and down in his seat like a child on his way to Toys R Us. It was cute though, seeing him this excited. You don’t think you’ve seen him this giddy; you’ve seen him happy of course, but not this kind of emotion. It looked good on him, you hoped he manages to keep it going as the kitten grows old.

“We’re here!!” Yoongi announced ecstatically as you pulled up in the parking lot. The hybrid waited patiently as he could as you got out of the car, his eyes locked on the door of the small building. It was a bit on the smaller side, but it was a bit more of a homey feeling to it. Something that you thought would be good seeing how this will be the new addition to your family.

Soon as you stepped forward towards him, he bounded ahead of you, eager to get through the door. “Hurry up!” He whined as you leisurely took your time walking up the path to the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you huffed as you finally managed to get to the front door. Yoongi was grinning so hard his cheek muscles were sore, but that didn’t matter. It was finally happening. He was gonna be a dad!

Door to the shelter opened, he followed you as you stepped inside, glancing around at the posters of various cats and dogs on the wall. He stared at them while a volunteer at the front desk asked to help you. He moved his head to pay attention to the conversation, but little meows echoed from the door where the volunteer entered from. His hand instantly grabbed yours as he heard the little cries; not coming from his computer, but from actual kittens.

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of your laughter. “You ready, Yoon?” He nodded his head so hard, you feared his head might pop off. Your shoulders shook with another laugh as you looked back to the volunteer, “Can we see them now?”

“Of course!” She answered as she took a few steps back towards the door, holding it open for the two of you. Yoongi followed after her quickly, tugging you along with your hand still tightly grasped in his. The smell of all the other animals filled Yoongi’s senses as they walked down a short hallway. He could hear the sounds of them as well, all calling for the attention of the new people that they no doubt smelled. Soon enough, they approached a door marked CATS, Yoongi felt your eyes on him as the volunteer opened the door and walked in.

“You ready to be a dad, Yoongi?” Your voice was soft as you squeezed his hand. All he could do was nod as you entered.

The scent hit him first, the smell of fur and cat food, and litter boxes. Not the most pleasant thing in the world, but at that very moment, it was better than roses to him. Then the sound of dozens of cats meowing away filled his eardrums and he felt his smile get wider as he glanced around the small room. There was a small cat tree in the middle of the room, with silver kennels on either side of it. Some of the doors were open, the felines who inhabited them wandered about the room. The rest of them remained closed, but that didn’t stop them from sticking out their paws between the wires, going out to grab the other volunteers in the room.

“So all our kittens are about four to six weeks old, all siblings are in the same kennel. Feel free to open them up if you want,” she explained as she walked over to another male volunteer to talk to him. “All their names are on that white board, by the way!”

There was a small brush against Yoongi’s pant leg. Glancing down, he made eye contact with an orange tabby cat; rubbing it’s head against his calf. The creature looked up and meowed at him, curious about the two new strangers who came in. Ever so slowly, Yoongi knelt down petting it’s head and letting it keen into his hand. Above, he could hear you coo as at the sight before getting distracted with another cat that came up to you.

Yoongi felt like he was going to cry, he had to only take one home? When there’s so many here that all need homes? He was so close to just begging you to take them all home, but he knew that that wouldn’t be a good idea. Taking a deep breath, he got back up to his feet and walked over to one of the kennels and peered in, looking at the small fluff balls curl together for warmth. Carefully, he moved to open the wire door without waking any of them, but it appears his presence was enough to wake them because sure enough, small mewls added into the already noisy room as he opened the door completely.

“Hi,” his voice was barely a whisper as he reached in and let the kitten sniff at him, getting adjusted to his scent before moving to touch any of them. A small white kitten with the bluest eyes reached up to grab at his fingers, its small claws digging into his skin. “Ow,” he feigned with a chuckle as he lowered his head to scratch at the fur balls ears. “You’re a curious one, aren’t you.” He lilted as he turned his attention to another kitten. This one was black, but strangely enough has small light grey stripes decorated its body. It was a bit more separated from the rest of the litter, smaller too. Intrigued, he moved his hand over to it and let the kitten sniff it. When it seemed to accept him, he let his hand curl around its small body, lifting it out of the cage and into his arms.

“You found someone, Yoongi?” He heard you ask as you approach him, a small gasp leaving your lips when you see the tiny creature in his arms. “Oh my goodness! Aren’t you precious!” You melted as you reached your finger out to stroke its head.

“I see you’ve found the runt of the litter,” the volunteer noted as she walked over to you both, a smile on her face. “She’s all healthy, so if she’s the one you want, she’s ready to go home with you.”

Yoongi could feel your eyes on him, looking for an answer on if this was the one you were going to take home. He stared down at the small cat in his arms, who’s big eyes stared right back at him. He could feel it deep in his heart, this was the one. This was his baby. “Yeah, it’s her.”

“Okay, babe.” You kissed his cheek before looking back to the kitten still in his arms. “Hi baby, you almost match your daddy.” You giggled as you gave her one last scratch before confirming with the volunteer that you’ll be taking that one home.

With a smile, she nodded, asking you to follow her to finish up the paperwork while telling another volunteer to help Yoongi with getting her ready to leave. He readjusted the kitten in his arms so she was now laying against his chest, rather than in his arms. The other volunteer held a cardboard carrier with an old towel in it out. Yoongi was hesitant at first, not quite ready to let his new found child out of his arms just yet.

“Come on, buddy. She’s gonna be okay,” he encouraged Yoongi as he reached for the cat. Holding back the urge to swipe at him and carry the cat out in his arms, he knew you wouldn’t want him to make a scene. So he complied, letting him take the kitten from him and into the carrier. The volunteer handed it over to him; but instead of holding it by the handle, he held it by the bottom in both hands. Not wanting to jostle her around before getting to the car.

The volunteer escorted him back out to the lobby, where you were finishing up. “Yoongi, what are you gonna name her?” You asked. The question caught him off guard, he didn’t know what he was gonna name his kitten. He’s wanted one for how long and he never thought of one? He quickly racked his brain for names, not wanting it to sound too cheesy or weird but none came to mind.

“I, uh,” he was embarrassed at the predicament. But you merely laughed at him before placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s just for the chip she got, I’ll just put down Min for now alright?” You looked to him for his permission. He nodded, the two of you will figure out a better name to call her in the meantime. But at least she’s got a nickname on her.

Paperwork all done, and a car full of new cat stuff. The two of you drove back to your apartment, and all the while Yoongi was flinching with every confused little meow that came from the white box on his lap. Unable to take it anymore, he cracked open the carrier a bit, just enough to stick his hand in and sooth her of both his and her anxieties about the drive. You rolled your eyes at the action, mumbling something under your breath about coddling her before she’s even gotten to the house. But Yoongi couldn’t help it! He hated hearing the small and scared whimpers, he couldn’t just do nothing!

When the drive finally came to a stop, you handed Yoongi the key to the apartment. “Put her in our room, close the door and come back here to help me with the rest of the stuff. Okay?” You instructed, to which Yoongi followed to the T. Well almost to the T.

Once he got into the house, he opened up the carrier and pulled out the kitten. “This is your new home.” He started as he walked around, showing her the place. “This is the living room and the kitchen area, we’re out here a lot. Don’t try to scratch up the couch please, or Y/N is gonna kill us both.” He chuckled as he made his way down the hall, pointing at different photos and giving a story. “This is the bedroom, where we sleep. You can sleep here too.” He went on and he placed her down on the ground. “Now you can explore while we go get your things.” He said, but didn’t move. Watching how the kitten sniffed around the new place, getting a feel of it. A smile on his face, he slowly started backing out of the room, closing it behind him.

He rushed back out of the door, but before he made it to your car, he ran into you, an annoyed look on your face. “You got distracted with the kitty, didn’t you?” Yoongi looked down at the ground, feeling a bit guilty for putting the baby before his partner but thankfully you seemed to understand. “Fine, just get the cat litter. Couldn’t carry it all by myself.” You jerked your head in the direction of the car. Nodding, he ran down to go get the rest of the things.

Setting the majority of the cat stuff down, you quietly started towards the bedroom. Cracking open the door, you don’t see anything just yet. You push the door open a bit more, still nothing but there is a small little lump of poop on the floor, stinking up the whole room. “Gah,” you gagged as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and cleaner. “Knew I should’ve told him to get the kitty litter ready first,” you muttered to yourself as you cleaned up the little troublemaker’s poop. After being sure to toss it in a trashcan in the bathroom, you began looking for the little one.

Laying flat on the ground, you peered under your bed. The small outline of the kitten was seen in the middle of the bed, out of reach for you to grab. “Aww, come here baby. No ones gonna hurt you.” You stretched your arm out under the bed, the tips of your fingers barely grazing her soft fur. You could feel her lower her nose to your hand, sniffing you out before rubbing her head against your palm.

“What are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice called out from above you.

“She hid under the bed,” you explained as you pulled your arm out from underneath the space.

Yoongi pursed his lips in thought as he leaned down, taking his turn to reach under the bed. “Come here baby, come on.” He made kissy noises, trying to lure her out. “Come to daddy.” But to no avail, she didn’t come out.

Disappointment was written across his face as he sat up. “Aww, don’t be upset Yoon. She;s just scared. She’s in a new place,” you placed your hand on his cheek. “Why don’t we set up her stuff, maybe she’ll come out then.”

Begrudgingly, he agreed. You set up all the stuff in the room first, just to get her accompanied to the new place before the rest of the apartment. You had Yoongi handle setting up her litter box and opening up her toys while you set up her food and water. Cat stuff thoroughly thrown about the place, you saw small little paws peek out from underneath the bed.

“Yoongi,” you nudged your hybrid to look at where you were pointing.

Instantly, he began to lower himself to the ground, not breaking eye contact with her as she watched him slowly go down and down until he was laying flat on his stomach. Taking a few tentative steps, she got closer to him. Sniffing at his ear which twitched at the close proximity of her black little nose. “Those are my ears,” he stated simply as she started to swat at them and his hair. “Hey,” he chuckled, lifting his head away from her paws. “Don’t hurt daddy.”

“You’re really gonna stick with daddy?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you raised your hands in defense, not wanting to argue with him. He moved back to sit on the ground next to you and watch as the kitten curiously bounded around the room. She looked up at you before making slow steps over, before putting her paws on your thighs. You looked up at Yoongi who looked nearly green with envy. “Guess we know who her favorite is.” You teased.

“No no no no,” he said as he leaned over before picking up the cat, plopping her on his lap. “She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, if it’s the last thing I do.” You would’ve thought she would’ve hated being moved by force and would’ve jumped away, but she didn’t. She snuggled herself deeper into his lap and started purring. Now it’s your turn to be jealous.

“No fair,” you grumbled as you leaned forward to pet her again.

Yoongi only stuck his tongue out at you before turning his attention back down to the cat. “Moonlight.”

“What was that?”

“Her name is Moonlight. Moonie for short,” he said, his eyes never leaving her as he let his hand stroke her.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the kitten. “Welcome to the family, Moonie.”

The rest of the day is spent with you and Yoongi on the ground, playing with her, completely ignoring the rest of the world. You took a lot of videos of her playing around Yoongi’s tail. It was precious to see how well he was with her; jumping into his new role as a cat dad. It warmed your heart. With each of her squeaky meows, Yoogni would respond with one of his own; his deep voice making a low meow, sounding nothing at all like a cat. Yet she still responded, meowing back only louder and more pitchy.

As they continued to play, it became painfully obvious that Yoongi definitely bought those small mouse toys for him because he was playing around with them a lot more than her. Moonlight on the other hand, was approaching your bed. Pouncing on it in an attempt to climb up top. With a laugh, you helped her up onto the mattress, watching her as she waddled about the uneasy surface.

Your stomach growled, hungry for some food. “I’m gonna go make something real quick.” You got up and kissed the top of Yoongi’s head before walking out of the room and towards the kitchen. You made a quick sandwich to refuel before getting back to playing. As you ate, you thought of how well this was going to be. Granted it was only the first day, but this was going to be good. Just by the look on Yoongi’s face you could tell. He was absolutely in love with that small little ball of fur, his baby. Your baby.

Finishing up your little sandwich, you made your way back to the bedroom. It was quiet, you didn’t hear any more rustling or mewling. Brows furrowed, you opened the door and the sight you saw before you melted you. Yoongi laid curled up in the middle of the bed, similar to how he did when he first got comfortable with you when you got him. Moonlight was tucked close to his chest with an arm draped over her, fast asleep.

On your tiptoes, you made your way over to the bed to lay opposite of Yoongi. They both stirred as the mattress dipped beneath your weight, but both remained with eyes closed. You let your arm drape over Yoongi’s side, effectively sandwiching Moonlight between the two of you. There the three of your laid, tired smiles on your faces as you warmed the new addition of the family between you.

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coffee-imagines · 4 years

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Behind Closed Doors Pt 3

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Fred x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Your generosity lands you in Fred’s bed, but not the way you’d expect

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The trip from the train station to the burrow was silent, both you and Fred caught in your thoughts. You couldn’t imagine why Fred wouldn’t tell you, you would be spending time alone with each other. You thought about how it might go, wondering if you’d be able to keep your crush secret much longer. There wouldn’t be anyone to run off to if you embarrassed yourself, all you were going to have was Fred until the Weasleys came back from their vacation.

“Why didn’t you tell me it would just be us?” You finally found the courage to ask.

“I thought you would say no.” Fred admitted truthfully, deciding the truth would be the only good choice.

“I wouldn’t have.” You shook your head, speaking a bit too quickly.

“Oh.” Fred smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to know.” He nodded, holding the door to the burrow open for you with a small ‘after you’ gesture.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around. You’d never been able to look at the house fully with all the Weasleys there. Your attention had always ended up on one of them instead of your surroundings. Your eyes landed on the clock on the wall, a small smile forming on your face when you saw your picture on there. It had been a new edition to the clock a few years prior, Molly and Arthur deciding it would only be fair with the amount of time you spent with them.

“It’s so much bigger without everyone here.” You thought aloud, your fingers running over the counters that you hadn’t seen in about a year.

“Yeah, it really is.” Fred agreed looking around. “I don’t think I’ve ever been here without everyone else.” He explained setting your bags down at the bottom of the stairs.

Fred had pulled out wizards chess and you’d been playing for hours. It had surprised you at first, usually Fred wouldn’t be able to last a few turns without making a wrong move and you’d automatically win. Here you both were, sitting and almost staring intently at each other trying to predict the next move the other would make.

“Have you been practicing with George?” You accused once Fred skillfully knocked out one of your pieces.

“Maybe you’re just off your game.” Fred teased. “Check mate.” He almost cheered, making you groan. “Oh don’t be a sore loser. That’s the first one I’ve ever won.” He explained when he saw the sour look on your face.

“Alright, alright. I’ll assume you learned from the best.” You explained, motioning to yourself.

“Ron, you mean?” Fred joked, picking the board off the table to put away.

“Fred!” You laughed and shoved him when you stood up.

You both joked around for another hour before your stomachs started growling. You offered to make dinner, but Fred had refused saying you were his guest. That had led to many disasters, a lot of burnt food and the house smelling like garbage before you both settled on no dinner at all.

“Did you have anything planned for us to do tomorrow?” You asked sitting on the kitchen counter while Fred made you a snack.

“Not exactly.” Fred admitted sheepishly. “I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.” He continued making you laugh.

“That’s alright. We can wing it. I’m sure there’s plenty of things to do around here.” You explained, hopping off the counter to look around. “Well surely… there’s something...” You muttered to yourself, turning around in a circle to see everything, your eyes stopping when they landed on the shed outside. “How about a race?” You asked, pointing toward the shed, making Fred look over and nod.

“Sounds fun if you want to get beat.” Fred explained making you shoot him a joking dirty look.

“You’re on Weasley.” You smirked, walking over to the stairs to pick up your things. “I’m getting a bit tired, how about we head to sleep?” You bargained, giving Fred a small thank you when he took the bags from you and lead you up to his room.

“George agreed that you could sleep on his bed.” Fred informed you when you walked into their room making you freeze.

“Fred I couldn’t.” You shook your head. “I don’t want to intrude in George’s space. I can sleep on the couch, or even the floor.” You offered, an embarrassed blush forming on your face.

“Don’t be silly. You can sleep with me if it means that much to you. I’m sure George would appreciate you taking how he feels into consideration.” Fred explained setting your things down on his bed.

“Share?” You looked at him as though he had three heads. You’d dreamed about sleeping in Fred’s arms for a while, always feeling comforted when he gave you hugs.

“It’s not weird.” Fred explained quickly. “I can put a pillow between the both of us.” He explained, holding a pillow up to convince you.

You felt your heart begin to race, your face heating up along with it. Your eyes fixated on the pillow, knowing there was no way it would be enough to keep the two of you apart. With a little nod you walked forward, grabbing your things to change.

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered, making your way out of the room and down the hall to the restroom.

When you shut the door you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, letting your head hit the door behind you. Sleeping with Fred inches away from you was definitely not how you imagined spending your holiday. Spending the whole holiday with only Fred wasn’t exactly how you pictured it either, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed was making your head foggy. You took your time changing into your pajamas, trying to process and act as though sleeping in Fred’s bed was going to be normal.

“Do you have a preference?” Fred asked the second you walked in making you jump.

“What?” You asked, fixing your shorts that seemed to move everytime you did.

“Do you have a preference?” He asked again motioning to the bed. “Left or right?” He continued when he saw the confusion still on your face.

“I don’t mind either.” You explained with a shrug.

After some shuffling you both figured out where to place yourselves, the heat making its way back up to your face when you felt Fred place the small pillow between the both of you.

“Good night.” You both said at the same time, your backs facing each other.

You tried staying still, not wanting to disturb Fred who had clearly been having trouble finding a comfortable position to lay down in. You squished your arms between you and the wall next to you, hoping that your body would somehow fall asleep soon. You finally heard Fred’s breathing even out behind you, and you relaxed, snuggling into the mattress the best you could. Your body stiffened when you felt movement behind you, your breath hitching in your throat when Fred’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“Fred?” You whispered, not knowing if he had woken up, unsure if you might’ve been dreaming his arms around you. You could already smell his scent, a warming feeling erupting in your stomach. “Fred?” You gasped, feeling him pull you closer. You turned around to face him, gasping when your noses brushed. You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when you’d realized he was asleep. You figured he wasn’t budging anytime soon, knowing Fred was a heavy sleeper, so you let yourself settle into his chest wrapping your arms around him like he’d done to you, your leg moving over his hip in the midst of your sleep.

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grasslandgirl · 3 years

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Um, yes PLEASE write the Beverlin!

aaaaahhhhh lizz i wrote this AGES ago like the whole thing in the span of 24 hrs and kept meaning to post it and then forgetting to and blah blah blah and then here we are. anyway. she's long and sappy sorry not sorry

read golden as I open my eyes here on ao3!!

It was the kind of perfect summer evening that Beverly thought only happened in movies. They got ice cream from the local shop down the street after hanging out at the park all day, and an evening summer storm caught them mere minutes after Erlin had finally finished his cone on the walk home. The rain was cool against the hot concrete, a refreshing baptism following the heat of the summer day. The kind of day where everything was warm and joyous, and even sudden rushing rain couldn’t wash it away. They ran back to Erlin’s house, laughing and shouting, kicking the puddles forming in the street at one another- they were soaked already, what was the harm of a little more?

Beverly felt effortlessly young and happy, like he and Erlin were seven again and the world was simple. The pressure from his dad and school and the creeping uncertainty that’d started to follow Bev everywhere he went were washed away; and it was just him and Erlin.

He loved Erlin, of course. Loved him, maybe, as long as he’d known him. They’d been best friends for as long as Bev could remember, almost all of his early childhood memories included Erlin attached at his hip. It was the easy kind of childhood friendship where loving each other was never in question- until Bev turned fifteen and realized that he didn’t love Derlin or Cran the way he loved Erlin. That he didn’t imagine a life with his other friends, stretching forever into the future, like he did with Erlin. That he felt an awkward, twisting sensation in his stomach when he remembered the times they pretended to get married as children- huddled under a tree in Beverly’s back yard, holding hands, Bev with his mother’s apron draped over his shoulders, Erlin with flowers from their garden in his hair, promising to be best friends forever.

The feeling hung over Bev’s shoulders, the twin terrors of spending the rest of his life with his heart in a wrench everytime Erlin smiled at him, or telling Erlin the truth, only to lose him entirely.

But in the warm summer air, with cool rain droplets falling on his face and shoulders, Bev let the worry and the fear slough off- if only for the night. Nothing bad could happen; not when Erlin was laughing at him like he was, not when Bev could reach out and wipe a stray raindrop off the tip of Erlin’s nose, not when Erlin blushed bright red and watched Bev with wide eyes. They were electric and indestructible.

They were both soaked to the bone when they scrambled up the stairs to Erlin’s house, bursting through the door still laughing. Egwene shot them a glare from her perch at the kitchen island, but even that couldn’t break Bev’s giddy joy, not when Erlin was still giggling into his shoulder- both of them laughing at nothing. Egwene rolled her eyes, scowling back down at her book, but Bev caught the edge of a smile as he glanced back over his shoulder at her, before Erlin dragged him out of the kitchen and into the back of the house.

Erlin shoved an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats into Bev’s arms and pushed him towards the bathroom- “Take a shower, dude,” he demanded, the edge of his voice undermined by the fact that he still couldn’t stop laughing, his smile gone soft and slant. “You’re not getting sick again on my watch.” They fell into another peal of laughter, silently remembering when Bev caught a miserable head cold sleeping over at Erlin’s a few years past. Waking up to Erlin hovering over him, soup and tea in hand, before promptly spilling the long-since-lukewarm liquids all over Beverly as he sat up.

Bev had spent more nights at the Kindleaf house than he could count, the smell of Erlin’s shampoo was as familiar and comforting as his own. There was always a certain secret thrill whenever he ended up having to shower at Erlin’s. The idea of spending the next few days smelling like Erlin, his spiced mint shampoo and conditioner, wondering if Erlin noticed it as much as Beverly did.

When he finished, Bev threw his soaking clothes into the dryer- Erlin’s were already in there- and started it. He shot his mom a quick text that he was sleeping over at Erlin’s- an occurrence so common it barely warranted a warning text anymore- and shuffled through the suddenly silent house towards Erlin’s room.

Erlin was perched on his bed, hair soft and damp from his own shower, face lit from below as he peered down at his phone. The t-shirt he was wearing was a couple sizes too big- maybe one of Egwene’s old high school sports shirts, if Bev had to guess- and it draped over his shoulder and bunched up at his hip where his leg was propped up, knee to his chest. He hadn’t noticed Bev silently hovering at the door yet, and Beverly had the heartwrenching opportunity to watch Erlin at rest, in a quiet moment of solitude, unaware he was being watched.

Bev wrapped the image up in his mind, tying it with a bow and placing it on a shelf for safe keeping. He’d imagined a life, a future like this with Erlin more times than he could count- living together, sharing a room like this, seeing Erlin before bed every night and first thing in the morning every day. He could imagine a thousand moments like this, spread out over a lifetime; snapshots of intimacy and privacy taken from the inside of his and Erlin’s life together.

Beverly broke the moment, pushing the door to Erlin’s room wider as he walked in so it would squeak. Erlin looked up with a tired smile, reaching over to the lamp on his bedside table and clicking it on. The lamp cast a small bubble of golden light, Erlin and Bev on opposite edges of it.

Erlin had a trundle bed, a smaller mattress underneath his bed frame that rolled out on wheels, that he’d already pulled out and thrown a pillow atop of for Beverly. He’d loved the trundle when they were little, had thought it was so cool that Erlin had a built in place for him to sleep when he spent the night.

But the quiet, greedy part of Bev- the one that saved memories of Erlin blushing when he touched his face, the one that daydreamed about an impossible life together- wished they’d gotten rid of the second bed years ago. Wished that maybe, if there wasn’t a second mattress, Bev could come up with a reason for them to sleep together in Erlin’s bed. Innocent, back to back, with space enough for Egwene between them. But still, close enough that Bev could maybe feel Erlin’s warmth through his t-shirt, that maybe they’d wake up curled into each other.

More impossible dreams.

The shared giddy laughter had finally faded away, leaving them quiet and warm in the afterglow. Bev sat and settled cross legged on the little trundle bed, the old metal frame creaking slightly under his weight.

“Pancakes tomorrow?” Erlin asked.

Bev couldn’t help his grin. “Yes, obviously. The superior breakfast food.”

“Don’t let your mom’s sticky buns hear you say that sacrilege, dude.”

“Sticky buns are an all day food, not an explicitly breakfast food, Erlin. Duh.”

Erlin snickered quietly into his hand, and Bev felt the warm glow in his chest he felt every time he made Erlin laugh like that. “Okay, okay, fair enough.” Erlin reached over and put his phone down on his bedside table. Beverly tried not to look at the sliver of pale stomach that peeked out from beneath his overlarge t shirt as he leaned over. “You all set for the night?” Erlin asked, glancing at the blanket folded carefully atop the pillow beside Bev on the trundle bed.

Bev nodded, swallowing the gut desire to say something about sleeping in Erlin’s bed instead. “All good, dude. See you in the morning.” Erlin smiled at him again, a tired, happy thing, and clicked the bedside lamp off again, plunging them into perfect darkness.

Bev shuffled as quietly as he could under the blanket, burying his face in his pillow. He could still hear the rain outside falling on the roof, how the trees groaned and whipped in the wind. He tried to focus on that, as opposed to Erlin’s slow, heavy breathing. He was only marginally successful.

Bev fell asleep quickly, Erlin’s snuffling breaths and the hard patter of rain turning into a lullabye, and his body was still heavy and tired from running home through the rain.

He woke up, hours later, to the thin trundle mattress shifting but a sudden new weight.

At first, Bev thought it was just Erlin trying to climb out of bed- probably to use the bathroom- and stepping onto Bev’s mattress as he did. But as the mattress continued to shift, Bev realized Erlin wasn’t using the mattress as a stepping stone to get to his bedroom floor. He was lying down beside Beverly.

Bev’s eyes snapped open as a line of anxious ice trailed down his spine, reaching out with all his senses to try and figure out what was going on. He couldn’t see much beyond vague shadowy shapes in the darkness of the bedroom- the line of streetlight peeking out from beneath the window’s blinds, the outline of Erlin’s desk against the pale wall behind it, the curl of Erlin’s hair as he buried his face in his pillow. Beverly blinked away sleep, straining to make out the line of Erlin’s body. The curve of his head into his neck and shoulders, disappearing below the blanket Bev was using, the line of his spine into his legs, his bare feet peeking out the edge of the blanket. His face was buried in his pillow, scrunched up between the pillow Beverly was using and the edge of Erlin’s bed frame, his whole body curled into the small space like a small animal looking for safety. Beverly couldn’t tell if he was awake, or whether Erlin had crawled into bed with Beverly in a fit of sleepwalking- sleepcrawling? Either way, that’s probably what had woken Beverly up, the abrupt weight of Erlin crawling into bed beside him, settling onto the thin mattress. Erlin’s shoulder was no more than an inch from the center of Beverly’s chest, where he had been asleep, curled onto his side. If either of them shifted even a little, they would be touching.

Then, a quiet snuffle. Erlin shook his head and buried his nose further into his pillow- Beverly didn’t know how he could breathe like that, but if he strained, he could still hear it. Erlin’s breathing sounded different than it had when they were first falling asleep; faster, almost wet sounding, like he was- was Erlin crying?

Bev’s breath caught in his chest, and slowly he lifted his hand and placed it gently on the back of Erlin’s shoulder. He heard the snuffling sound again, and then felt Erlin sigh beneath his hand. And then, as though Erlin had never woken up, Beverly heard his breathing slow and deepen, his spine going loose beneath Bev’s palm. He was asleep. In bed with Beverly. Part of him wanted to shake Erlin awake again, ask why he was crying and why he crawled in bed with him and what did this mean?

But Bev was still exhausted, and half asleep, and the initial adrenaline of waking up had faded, leaving him in a room silent save for Erlin’s breathing. It felt dreamlike, as though Bev would blink and wake up to the early-morning sunrise, Erlin asleep in his own bed again. Bev didn’t want to question it, didn’t crave answers enough to shatter the dream- real or otherwise- he’d found himself in. So he closed his eyes, let himself listen to Erlin’s even breathing, and fell back asleep.

When Beverly blinked awake again, it was morning, and the moment in the middle of the night felt like nothing more than a sugar-sweet dream. The sunlight tore through the crack at the bottom of Erlin’s blinds, washing his room in burning golden light. It took Bev’s eyes a moment to adjust, a yawn hiking up in his chest as he started to stretch out.

All at once, his arm bumped into something warm and firm and Bev’s eyes adjusted enough to catch a pair of pale feet peeking out from beneath the edge of the blanket.

Erlin.

Beverly’s eyes snapped towards Erlin’s bed and caught on his best friend, lying on his side facing Beverly, still tucked between Bev and his bed frame. Still lying next to Bev. The fuzzy memory from the middle of the night slotted back into place, and Bev was suddenly aware of his feet tucked against Erlin’s shins; that he’d shifted, searching for warmth in the middle of the night.

Erlin was awake, his eyes soft and open, watching Bev with the kind of tentative warmth that Beverly recognized from inside his own chest, everytime he looked at Erlin.

“Oh,” Bev breathed, his arm settling back against the mattress from where he’d frozen, mid-stretch.

“Good morning?”

“You’re… really here. I thought I dreamed you.” Beverly mumbled, his brain still foggy with sleep, struggling to put the pieces together.

Erlin flushed, and Bev let himself watch how it started at his ears and spread inwards, along the line of his cheeks and up to his nose until his whole face was red. “I woke you up?”

“Only a little,” Bev tried for a joke, and Erlin smiled slightly, acknowledging.

“I… um-”

“Nightmare?”

Erlin nodded. “My parents. And Egwene, this time, and Nana. And-” he hesitated, scanning Beverly’s face- “and you.” A confession that Bev could almost piece together.

“Oh,” Bev breathed, the word punched from his chest.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked, I just- I wanted to know I wasn’t alone, but it felt silly to wake you-”

“Erlin. It’s fine. I- I didn’t mind.” That wasn’t fully true. “I liked it. I like waking up to you.” A confession in response, and Bev watched with bated breath as realization broke out over Erlin’s face.

“Oh.”

“Is that okay? I don’t- you’re my best friend, Erlin, and that means everything to me, and I don’t want to lose that. You. But- I just. I think about it. Sleeping beside you, and holding your hand when we go to the movies, and buying your ice cream for you, and all the little-”

“Boyfriend things?” Erlin whispered, his voice full of barely-veiled hope.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” Erlin shifted forward on the mattress, just a little. “Kissing?”

Bev could barely find the breath to answer, terrified that one wrong move, one wrong word, and everything would come crumbling down around his ears. “Yeah.” Again, louder, more certain, “Yeah.” And then the important part, “What about-”

But before Beverly could finish his question, Erlin’s palm was on his cheek and he was leaning forward and then his lips were on Bev’s. They were warm and slightly dry and Bev could smell Erlin’s deodorant and shampoo and Erlin was kissing him. Bev combed his hand into Erlin’s curls- something he’d thought about doing more times than he wanted to admit- and pulled him closer, until their chests were touching and Bev felt electricity arc down his spine. Erlin’s hand was a warm, grounding presence on his face, and Erlin kept it there even when he eventually pulled away. His pupils were blown wide, all traces of sleepiness wiped from his face, and his cheeks were burned fire engine red.

“Yeah,” Erlin echoed, breathless for a different reason now. “Me too.”

Bev pulled his hand out of Erlin’s hair and wrapped it around the hand Erlin was still holding against his face, twisting their fingers together. Erlin’s flicked between their hands and Bev’s eyes. “Let me take you to dinner,” Bev said, more a plea than a question.

“Like a-”

“A date. Erlin Kindleaf, I’ve been thinking about this for years, please let me take you on a date.”

“Yeah, dude, yeah, yes-” And then Erlin kissed him again.

It was even better the second time. Erlin tilted his head a little so their mouths slotted together and his hand was still cradling Bev’s cheek. Bev dragged his hand up Erlin’s chest, wrapping his fingers around the place where his shoulder turned into his spine turned into the nape of his neck. Bev had always wondered what the softly curling hairs there felt like. Now he got to find out, twisting his fingers gently through them and pulling Erlin ever closer. Their noses bumped as Erlin sat up, sitting on his knees and shuffling forward until they pressed into Bev’s side on the mattress. Erlin’s hand finally moved from his face to grab onto his shoulder, and gently ran his other hand along Bev’s side- hip to stomach to ribs. Bev broke away as Erlin dragged his fingers along a ticklish spot on his ribs, tucking his face into the soft space at the top of Erlin’s shoulder with a helpless giggle.

It felt like they were back in the pouring rain from the night before, when everything was washed in blue light and cool water, the hot asphalt steaming as the rain evaporated. Where everything was light and joyous and exhilarating. Bev could feel Erlin laughing breathlessly, the way his shoulders jumped under Bev’s forehead, how his head shook with tiny rolling laughs. His hair brushed against Bev’s face, soft and smelling like the same herbal shampoo he’d used the night before.

It was that, more than Erlin agreeing to go on a date or kissing him, that finally made Bev realize that this was real. That he could have the kind of life he’d always wanted with Erlin; hundreds of nights curled into each other as they slept, arguing over who could pay for who’s dinner, making out at the movies during the credits (because neither of them would want to miss the rest of the film).

The morning was golden as Bev sat up and started to pepper Erlin’s face with tiny kisses until they were both laughing too hard to breathe.

Hours or minutes later, Egwene knocked briefly before ducking her head through the door to Erlin’s room- giving them barely enough time to leap apart, sprawled on opposite sides of the tiny trundle bed, red-faced and still shaking with laughter. She raised a silent eyebrow, but didn’t comment.

“Nana’s making breakfast, fuckers.” Her eyes jumped between Beverly and her brother, her forced scowl failing to hide the smile in her eyes. “Quit giggling to each other, let’s go.” She ducked back out of Erlin’s room leaving the door cracked as she stomped down the hall. Bev turned and grinned at Erlin, knowing it was as good as a blessing they were ever going to get.

“Pancakes?”

“Yeah.” Erlin grabbed Bev’s hand, dragging them both finally to their feet. “But not too many, we have dinner plans tonight.”

Bev pressed another kiss, quick and full of promise, to Erlin’s mouth. “Okay.”

The morning was golden, Bev could already smell the pancakes cooking, and he finally saw the future he wanted spread out before him; hand in hand with Erlin.

#naddpod #beverlin #beverly x erlin #beverly toegold v #erlin kindleaf #link #fic #ao3 #tyyyyy lizz i loved writing this im so sorry its been so long i kept meaning to post it and then forgetting sfjvnkf

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theunnamedplushie · 2 years

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Prove Myself [1]

Prologue

Original post: here

(A/n)-Alias Name

(d/h/c)-dyed hair color

If you’re here from a miraculous tag, then welcome! If you’re here from an Avengers tag then...sorry, but this story will mostly be Miraculous with Avengers sprinkled in here and there. I’m sorry to disappoint if you came here expecting that but you are more then welcomed to enjoy the story! Once again, I apologize in advance for the cringe.

(Mostly Miraculous) With what feels like the whole world against you, you run, you run far. With stolen cash and a new identity you rent a place in Paris and settle in for a short stay. But what happens when you befriend a certain baker girl who has a superhero identity?

I was woken abruptly by my head colliding with the bus window, after the bus presumably ran over a bump. “Ow...”, I mumble while I sit up, holding my hand to my head. I look around the bus to see some new passengers and some familiar ones. ‘The mom and her toddler are still here, the two boys in the back are new, one of them looks annoyed at the other’, I think and look out my window and see the dimly lit streets of Paris fly by. ‘At least the pain on my hand and mouth went away...’, I stretch the best I can in my seat, the plane ride before was exhausting. The bus ride was the only time I was relaxed enough to sleep. I should’ve forced myself to fall asleep on the plane. look down at my watch, 8:26 PM. ‘Oh yeah, that’s right, I didn’t adjust my watch yet’, I thought and adjust the time ahead, 2:26AM. I wonder if my face is still red, probably not. “Mommy!”, I heard the little toddler say. I look over and see him tugging his mothers sleeve to get her attention.

With tired eyes, she looks down at her son, “Yes honey?”. “Do you think we see them?”, He asked, bouncing in his seat. He wore ladybug patterned pajamas. He held a doll that was blonde with cat ears. It wore a black outfit with a tail and wore a mask with green eyes. He would throw a fit every time his mom tried to take his doll. “It’s too early to see them, try and get some sleep, honey”, She reasures him. I look back over at the window. I just hope my get away was quiet enough. Every new building I went too I wore a new outfit until I got on the plane, I even switched out my backpack everytime as well. Right now I’m wearing a black t shirt, a grey jacket, blue jeans, sneakers, a hat and sunglasses. I even dyed my hair (d/h/c) on one of my stops. ‘Can’t find me easily if I’m wearing something new every time’, I thought.

‘Keep your head down and blend in as much as possible’, Thanks for the advice, Nat. I didn’t think I’d actually have to use that advice so soon or at all and yet...’, I shake my head, “He chose them and I chose me...Everyone chose their side...that’s all”, I mumble. I over stayed my welcome anyway, I should’ve left sooner then maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much. A person a few seats behind me suddenly broke out in laughter. “Come on dude! The prank on that girl was awesome!”, Some guy exclaimed. “Lyin about bein her soulmate is not funny!”, His buddy responded, english definitely isn’t their first language. “Oh come on, what’s the harm in it? Her face was priceless”, He said. ‘Fucking creep’, I thought in disgust. I heard something rolling closer and suddenly someone plopped down in the seat next to me.

I look over and see a kid a little younger then me. He was dressed in pajamas but wore a heavy jacket and sneakers. He’s the one that looked annoyed earlier. He rolled his luggage in front of himself. Does he not know about the storage space above us? He seems to relax until he looks over at me and jumps in surprise. “Ah! Sorry, I did not know someone was here”, He apologized. He bowed and promptly stood up. “It’s fine, I’d want to get away from your friend too” I tell him and he sits back down. “He is no friend of mine, I just met him on bus”, He says. Suddenly a noise behind us causes us both to look behind us. The boy from before was now sitting behind us. “Go away, Liam”, He said. “I just came over to say I was sorry”, He explained and relaxed in his seat behind me. “Who’s this you found?”, Liam questioned, looking at me. “I’m (A/n)”, I tell him. “Liam Rossi and my buddy hear is Z”, Liam says and clamps his hand down on Z’s shoulder.

“I am Zhang Wei Cheng, not Z”, He said. “Oh right sorry, memory loss, you know. I hit my head real bad while on a trip with my sister recently and the doctors say I’ll have a memory issue for a while”, Liam explained. Why does Cheng sound familiar? “What brings you to Paris, (A/n)?”, Liam asks me. “I’m touring the world before I start school again”, I tell him. “Really? Same thing as Z, small world”, Liam looked over at Zhang. “I am not touring”, Zhang corrects him. “What are you doing in Paris then?”, I asked. “I visit family here”, He says. “And I’m moving back in with my sister”, Liam says. “Didn’t you just say you were on a trip with her recently? How did you leave with that kind of injury in the first place?”, I ask. “Did I? Shit, memory loss again, sorry”, Liam says. “There’s a child here!”, The mother says covering her son’s ears. “Oh shit sorry”, Liam says.

“Anyway, (A/n)? How old are you?”, Liam asked me. “I’m 18”, I tell him and his eyes light up, “I’m 16”, Zhang says as Liam butts in. “Really? Who’s your soulmate then? Let me see your wrist!”, He says and grabs my arm where my stitches are. I yank my arm back and hiss in pain. “Are you ok?”, Zhang asked, looking worried. “Yeah...it’s something stupid”, I answer and Liam butts in again. “Do you not like your soulmate? Don’t worry, that happens a lot. I’m not old enough for mine yet. Be right back, I forgot my stuff in the back”, Liam says. Liam returns to the back of the bus while Zhang and I sigh in relief. “Where is your stop?”, Zhang asked me. “Any where, honestly...”, I confess. Zhang nods. Liam returns with his luggage and sits down behind us. “My stop next”, Zhang says. “Aww then it’s just me and (A/n)”, Liam say. “This is my stop too”, I lie, “Aww, bummer”, Liam said.

The bus comes to a stop and Zhang and I stand up nsync. Zhang wheels his luggage to his side and steps out of the way and waves me towards the doors. I grab my backpack from above, thank Zhang and walk past him and off the bus. There were two people standing there, a man and women. They didn’t appear to be trying to get on the bus, just standing there. I stood a few feet away when I heard Zhang yell. “Cousin Sabine! Mr. Tom!” Zhang runs to the two people, being engulfed in a hug. “Hello Zhang, did you have a safe travel?”, Sabine asked. “Yes I did, I make new friend too, (A/n)”, Zhang says and looks over at me and waves. I shyly wave at them, not excepting this. They both wave back before directing their attention back to Zhang. “Where is Marinette?”, He asked. “She’s sleeping, She’s been so stressed lately. Poor girl needs all the rest she can get”, Tom explains.

I noticed the mother came off the bus, carrying her sleeping son. She began to walk away when I noticed the boy’s doll had fallen to the floor. “Miss!”, I call out. She turns around and I grab the doll. “Your son’s doll, you almost lost it”, I tell her. “Oh my goodness, thank you. He would’ve lost it if he lost Chat Noir”, She says as I hand her the doll. “Chat Noir?”, I asked. “Yes, he’s loves his superheros, he rambled for ages about how he wants to see Ladybug and Chat Noir and get pictures with them. I’m surprised he even fell asleep”, She explained. “My apologies, but I’m new to Paris, who are Ladybug and Chat Noir?”, I asked her. “Oh it’s perfectly fine, they’re paris’ local superheros. People never really hear about them outside of Paris, maybe even France. The Avengers take up all the news about anything related to superheros. It wasn’t until I first started visiting did I hear anything about Ladybug and Chat Noir. That’s all I know, I’m sorry”, She explains.

“It’s fine, thank you”, I tell her. That gives me a little more information then the side of the bus’ poster. When I turned my head I noticed Zhang and his family were gone, presumably home. “Excuse me?”, The mother asked and look back over. “I couldn’t help but notice that you said you didn’t have anywhere to stay, right?”, She asked while readjusting her grip on her sleeping son and his doll. “Yes, why do you ask?”, I respond. “There’s an Inn just behind the local bakery, It’s the cheapest place I can think of for a touring collage student. There aren’t many rooms but not everyone knows about it, I went last year with my son and there was only one other room taken. It’s very nice, just not known. Plus is doesn’t discriminate against a person’s stamp, if that’s what you’re worried about”, She explains, offering a solution. A small cheap discrimination free Inn? I don’t plan to stay here that long so, I don’t see the harm in it. I stole a bunch of cash from Tony but I don’t even know how much money one night anywhere is going to cost. “Ok...lead the way”, I hesitantly say, she nods and starts walking and I follow.

‘Tonight’s colder then I expected’, I thought and hold my jacket closer to my body, ‘I hope the stitches didn’t reopen’. “I’m (A/n)”, I tell her. “I’m Marie and this sleeping bug right here is Ryan”, She tells me. “How long have you been visiting Paris?”, I asked her, catching up to walk next to her. “Almost five years, my brother married the owner of the Inn, sweet woman. I always try to visit every year”, She says, “What made you decide Paris was worth a visit?”. “The beautiful scenery.”, I tell her. Marie nods and looks up slightly, “It’s going to rain soon “, She says. “You can smell rain?”, I asked. “Yeah but only a few minutes before it starts”, She explains. Silence fell between us both so all we heard were our shoes hitting the pavement with everystep. Soon enough, Marie tells us we’ve arrived. I look over and see a sign in the window, Anna’s Inn.

I pull the door open and let Marie walk in first and follow after. “Marie!”, an excited voice exclaimed. I look over and see a smiling middle aged women holding a blue binder. She puts the binder down and hurries around the counter to greet Marie and Ryan. “Oh it’s wonderful to see you and Ryan again!”, She says and pulls Marie into a bone crushing hug, being cautious of Ryan. She sounds southern, what is she doing here? Marie returns the hug the best she can. “Hello again, Anna. How are you and Justin?”, She asked. “Oh we ‘re doin’ wonderful! How ‘bout you and your husband?”, Anna asked. I feel awkward standing here while these two talk. “We’re fantastic, Oh! Anna, this is (A/n)”, Marie says, directing the attention on me. “Wonderful to meet you, Sugar. I’m Anna. Looking for a room as well?”, She asked. “Yes, Ma’m”, I tell her.

“Wonderful, just wait a moment and I’ll help ya in a second”, She says and walks behind the desk. “This is the busiest I ever seen my Inn”, She says almost ecstatic and opens the binder for Marie to write in. Marie grabs a near by pen and starts to write in it. Anna goes into a near by drawer and takes a key and hands it to Marie. Marie takes it and turns to me. Much like a school girl gossiping, she whispers, “Five and six are the best rooms. Just saying”. She turns back around and walks up the near by flight of stairs. Are those the higher rooms? I walk up to the desk and see pages filled with names and numbers. “Just write down ya name, room and date”, She explains, pointing out where I write what. (A/n) Summers, Room six, May 8th, 2016, I write. “Great choice Sugar”, Anna tells me and notices my bandaged wrist. Feeling embarrassed, I pull my sleeve over it before she could ask.

“I’m so sorry for starin’, Sugar. I’ll get ya ya key”, She says and opens a near by drawer. “...Marie said you’re soulmates with her brother?”, I asked, trying to change the subject. She hands me my room key, it had a ‘6’ key chain hanging from it. “Yeah, I am. He’s asleep right now in our room. I work nights and he works days, I insisted to work nights. Only time I get peace and quiet around here”, She says and I giggle at her answer. “Now don’t forget sugar, rent’s due at the end of the month. I won’t accept any late payments, ya hear?”, She asked. “Yes ma’m”, I nod. “Alright, Sugar, enjoy the rest of ya night”, Anna says. “You too, Anna”, I tell her and walk up the stairs. ‘She seems nice’, I thought. I hurried to my room, which I now regret choosing the top floor.

Making it to the forth floor, I let out a sigh of relief. I find the single door on this floor and notice a ‘6’ painted on it. Yep, this is my room. Four flights of stairs for my own floor, I guess that’s worth it. I unlock the door and walk in. There’s a small kitchen area with a table, a bedroom like area and a second door, presumably the bathroom. There’s also a half wall in front of the bed. So people can’t see the bed from the door, I guess. There’s a balcony in here. The curtains were pulled over it. I drop my backpack down on the dresser and kick my shoes off. ‘Two weeks’, I thought and put the wrist watch on the nightstand. I flop onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling. ‘Two weeks, then I’m out...’, I think before sighing. ‘Is this forever?’, I think, ‘Running? Just running...from everyone?’, I thought. It’s only a matter of time...before what? Either get found and jailed or...No, I don’t want to think that. I just need a plan, one that keeps me moving...

#I apologize in advance for the cringe.#multifandom story #soulmate au #x reader #avengers x gender neutral reader #Miraculous x gender neutral reader #Avengers soulmateAU #Avengers x reader #Miraculous x reader

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tommyluhv · 3 years

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Wanted

Pairing :: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings :: 18+ ONLY, smut, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m & f), unprotected sex, sir kink, use of the name (princess), lmk if I forgot anything

Summary :: You and Tom end up sharing a bed while on the run.

Word count :: 2.4k

A/n :: it feel like ages since I’ve posted so here’s this honeys <3 hope you like it.

You jumped slightly as the door banged behind you. You glared playfully at Tom, who chuckled at you.

“Fuck.” You mumbled.

“What’s up, love.” You grumbled at the nickname and gestured to the bed.

“Shit.’ You heard from behind you. ‘We’ve shared a bed before. We can do it now too.”

“You sure?” Yes you had shared a bed before, but that was before you were uncontrollably attracted to Tom.

“Positive, princess.” You ignored the fluttering in your stomach that the nickname gave you, changing the subject.

“Are you having a shower first or me?” You asked.

“You can.” He waved his hand in the direction of the bathroom door.

“Ta. Won’t be too long.” You grabbed your bag off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

You turned on the water and stripped while waiting for it to warm up. You got in, basking in the warm water cascading down your body. You couldn’t get how Tom looked, sweat dripping down his neck as he pushed his front against yours to avoid the police.

Fuck.

You felt yourself dampen at the thought. Noticing the shower head was detachable, you decided to test it out, having not had enough private time to have an orgasm in at least 2 months. Staying with Tom constantly was not making it easy, the man was a walking god.

You got it down, cooling the water slightly so you didn’t burn yourself. You leant against the wall, spreading your legs slightly. You turned the shower head to face your body and moved it over your clit.

To your disappointment, the spray wasn’t hard enough to make you cum, but would be able to get you to the edge. You moved it away from you, weighing out your options; you could use it with a little extra help or you could go and share a bed with Tom, horny as hell.

Deciding to go for it, you grabbed your hair brush off the bathroom counter. You placed it on the side of the bath next to you, and turned the shower head back to you.

The spray hit your clit in just the right way to make you feel good. You moved it in small circles, feeling your walls tighten around nothing. Although it wasn’t the strongest, the pressure still made your legs shake. Before they collapsed, you sat on the bathroom floor, spreading your legs out.

You grabbed the hairbrush from next to you, pressing the handle against your entrance. You pushed it in. You bit your lip to stop your moans being heard by Tom. You tucked your arm around your leg, moving the brush in and out of you.

You closed your eyes, letting your mind wander. It shot to Tom instantly. You zoomed in on his hands wondering what his fingers would feel like inside you while you were pressed against a wall.

You knew for a fact that he was packing. It wasn’t something you’d found out on purpose. Sometimes when you zone out, your eyes will travel to Tom, sometimes stopping on his crotch. The very clear outline through his trousers told you that man had a lot to offer. And god, if you didn’t want that inside of you.

He had a thing of calling you princess, you’d be lying if it didn’t affect you. You weren’t sure if it was the name or that it was Tom saying it. But everytime he used it, it left you wet, shifting trying to ignore the need burning deep inside you.

The combination of the water hitting your clit perfectly and the brush hitting your g spot with every thrust, threw you over the edge suddenly. You came with a muffled cry, it was loud enough that Tom would’ve been able to hear it.

You rinsed the hair brush off and washed your hair and body. Getting out, you wrapped a towel around you. You opened the door, telling Tom the bathroom was free. You bent at the waist not realising how short the towel was.

Your pussy was on display for Tom. And he’d be insane if he didn’t love it. You stood up and he sprung into action, running to the bathroom.

Fuck. He leant on the counter, taking deep breaths, trying to calm his heart (and cock). The image of you burned into his mind.

Not to mention the cry of your release. Sure, it was muffled and hard to hear over the water but it was definitely audible. He tried to shake them from his mind, but it only got louder.

Knowing there wasn’t enough warm water to get off while in here. He washed the grim and soot off, and got out. Luckily he had calmed down and was no longer hard. He dressed in the bathroom, brushing his teeth too. When he came out, you were snuggled up in bed.

“Want tea?” You asked, through a yawn.

“No thank you. I’ve only just brushed my teeth.” He explained.

“Mkay. Well. Imma make me one.” You got up making your way over to the little kitchen area.

Tom realised what you were wearing and groaned internally. He felt himself lengthen again. The little shorts you were wearing didn’t cover much, leaving a good portion of your upper thighs and the bottom of your backside on show to him. Whether you were aware of it or not.

You turned around, bringing your tea with you. You turned the tv on, getting excited when you noticed that greys anatomy was on. Once your tea was cool enough, you drank it quickly, having missed the taste of it. You headed to the bathroom, dropping your cup by the kettle.

You didn’t notice Tom’s eyes were trained on your ass, watching it move with each step. He moaned when he moved, causing the covers to brush against his cock. While you were in the bathroom, he took that moment to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. He wrapped a hand around it through his trousers, squeezing it gently.

The bathroom door swung open and Tom moved his hand away. You got under the covers next to him.

“Goodnight, Tom.” You said, through a yawn.

“Goodnight, princess.” He replied, you squeezed your legs together, the feeling returning once again.

He tried. He really did but he couldn’t fall asleep. He couldn’t get the image of you in those tiny shorts out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. It was burned into his mind. Tom heard your breathing even out. Finally being able to relax a little bit, he rolled over onto his side, trying to ignore the throbbing between his legs.

Giving up he rolled over onto his back, pushing his bottoms and the covers down to his thighs. He wrapped a hand around his cock, fisting it. He moved his hand quickly, the need to cum overwhelming. He tightened his grip, trying to pretend it was your pussy. He wanted to feel the real thing so bad. He heard you stir hoping you’d go back to sleep. Not wanting to stop. The covers rustled with every movement but he didn’t care, he was too close. You stirred again. No, no, no. He was so close.

He needs this, he’d gone to bed so many nights with blue balls cause you had decided to say something or do something or imply something. Long story short, if he doesn’t get to cum now, he’ll cry. He slowed his hand down, he whined, feeling his orgasm disappear from reach. He listened out trying to hear if you’d woken up. Hearing nothing, his hand sped back up, whimpers leaving his lips, trying to get him to the edge again.

Little did he know, you had woken up. You hadn’t moved so you didn’t disrupt him. The little moans that were leaving his lips were doing something to you. Leaving your underwear damp and mind racing. After you'd heard your name slip from his lips, you’d had enough.

He sped his hand up, so so so close to cumming.

“Tom?” The sound of your voice caused him to cum. His release covered his hand and stomach.

“Fuck. Fuck, I’m so sorry y/n.” He stuttered.

“It’s alright.” You watched him reach beside him, cleaning himself off. You took this moment to admire him. He was packing. His softening cock was still thicker than you’d been with before. He pulled the covers over himself.

“It’s not. I shouldn’t have. Or if I did, I should’ve gone to the bathroom.”

“It is. I liked it.” you shrugged.

“Y-You did?” You nodded, smiling at the way his cheeks heated up.

“You’re pretty when you’re flustered.” You said. His eyes widened.

“What?”

“You’re pretty when you’re flustered.” He shut his eyes, tipping his head back and groaned.

“FUck. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” Your stomach pooled with heat.

“You good sir?” You asked, teasing him slightly.

“Fuck. Say that again. Call me it again.”

“Sir?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

He moaned. Your eyes drifted down to a shift in the sheets, noticing his re hardening dick. You turned to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow. Slipping a hand under the covers, wrapping it around his hard cock, you watched his jaw drop.

“You don’t have to, if you don't want to.” He moaned, wishing you did want to.

“I do want to.” He sighed with relief.

You moved your hand along his cock. You watched the veins in his neck strain as his head fell back. You slipped a hand between your legs, pressing down on your clit trying to rid the pressure building, matching pace with the hand on him.

“Need you.’ He moaned, hips shifting. ‘Need to feel you around me.”

You moaned in response, speeding both hands up. You took your hand away from you, moving it to pull the hair at the nape of his neck.

You took your hand off him, and took off your shorts and underwear, causing him to whine in displeasure. It quickly turned into a moan of relief when you climbed on top of him, settling onto his dick.

You shifted, feeling his dick slide through your folds. Your core clenched in anticipation, needing to feel him inside you. Deciding you could wait, you rocked your hips, pushing down harder.

He moaned, pushing his hips up into you. “Please. Need you. Need to be inside you.”

You gave in, the pressure building in your core was now too painful to ignore. You held his cock by the base, positioning yourself over his tip. You slid the tip in,trying to adjust to the intrusion. He gave you no time, he grabbed your hips and pushed you down onto his member.

You cried out, rocking gently, trying to rid the pain. You started bouncing gently, feeling him hit your g spot. This was new for you, the riding that is, not sure what you were doing, you went with what you thought was right. You knew it was working. For him as he moaned, his hips slamming up into yours.

“I love it watching you ride me.” He moaned.

You grinded your hips into his pelvic bone, lifting up and repeating. The combination pushed you towards the edge, whereas Tom’s earlier orgasm had him dancing on the edge of release.

“Shit, I’m so close, keep going -‘ he moaned, controlling your movements with your hips. The control he had over your movements itself pushed you dangerously close to the edge. ‘Don’t stop.’ He cried out, hips jumping. ‘Fuck me.’ He came hard with a cry of your name. You slowed down, letting him ride out his orgasm and feeling yours ebb away. He whined as you pulled off him.

“Can we just not move for a very long time? I have lots of problems that I can’t be bothered to deal with.” He sighed.

“We can stay in bed forever then, I’m fine with that.” You said.

“Yes please.”

“Good, because I need you to eat me out and I don’t want to move.”

“Fuck. Okay.” He pushed you to sit next to him with your legs off the edge of the bed. He crawled off the bed, settling between your knees.

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.” You said, brushing a hand through his hair. He smiled up at you.

“You look just about good enough to eat.” He moaned, eyes trained on your pussy. He licked his lips, moving closer.

He pushed his tongue through your folds, licking up to your clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moaned.

He pushed his tongue into you, as his thumb drew tight circles around your clit. Your hips jumped up, needing more. He sucked your clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth on it.

“Oh, god, do that again.” You cried. He did it again. And again. And again. The action alone pushed you far too close to cumming, in an embarrassingly sound amount of time.

He licked through your lips again, tongue fucking ypu into oblivion. He replaced his tongue with his finger,

“The noises you make are fucking incredible.” He moaned.

He sped his finger up, sucking your clit back into his mouth. Your hips jumped up, silently asking for more. You grasped his hair in one hand and the bedsheet in the other. Your hips started grinding against his face, desperate to reach the edge. You were right on the edge when he scraped his teeth against your clit again,

“Oh, god, I’m coming! I’m there! Yes, oh, fuck, I’m -!” He pushed his tongue into your core again and it pushed you over the edge. You came hard on his tongue, coating it and his chin in your release. He took his tongue out, watching you put your feet up too.

“Watching you come is so hot.” He sighed, he got up and laid on his side of the bed.

You curled up next to him, tucking your head into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as he could. You closed your eyes, enjoying the quietness of the moment. He spoke, interrupting the serenity,

"You're literally the cutest thing I've seen in my entire life. Can you stop being so adorable?" He sighed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. You looked up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“...I'm wanted in 22 states and just committed arson."

"Yeah but the way you do it is cute."

“If you say so.” You shook your head.

“I do.”

“Go to sleep, nerd.” You giggled.

“Okay. Night princess.”

“Night, sir.”

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beauvibaby · 4 years

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requested: [x] yes [] no

request — Matty can tell you’re not doing too good mentally and he feels so lost since he wants to help but he doesn’t know how so he ends to calling his mom to ask for advice on how to comfort you and help you in the best way he can

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. That’s all that ran through your head as you stared at the screen, you should be paying attention, you should be laughing when Matthew laughs, your eyes took in the sights on the screen, but your brain didn’t process. All you thought was how empty you felt, and then the guilt for feeling this way when you had Matthew right beside you. You should tell him, you should be honest, open, you knew he’d understand, and even if he didn’t, you knew he’d do whatever he could to help you, but it wasn’t that easy to admit the way you felt. “Hey, princess.” Matthew whispered, softly rubbing your legs that were draped over his lap, your eyes snapped over, jumping softly at the contact, “are you alright?” He asked, watching as your face stayed blank for a moment, “yeah, I’m fine.” You forced a smile. “Tired.” You added, nuzzling further into the couch. He didn’t push it further, he knew the look on your face, so he knew that you wouldn’t break, not yet, you refused to admit it, so he continued rubbing your ankles and feet softly. Not noticing how you had started drifting off with a few silent tears under your eyes. Your hair draped over your face, hiding the small spots of water as he slid out from under your legs. Normally he would scoop you up and bring you to bed, but he didn’t want to risk waking you up, not when he had a million thoughts running through his head. He pulled the blanket over your sleeping figure, hand lingering in your hair for a moment, he pushed it off your face, heart shattering at the silent tears drying to your cheeks. “Oh, baby.” He whispered, holding in a sigh, he left a soft kiss to your forehead, watching as you curled further into the blanket.

Matthew paced outside on the balcony of the apartment, it was late, but not too late back at home, so he did the only thing he could think of, he called his mom. “Matthew? Honey, is everything alright?” His mom answered, he could hear some sleepiness in her voice and instantly regretted calling her, but it was too late now. “Yeah, I just, I need advice, about Y/N.” He admitted, looking in through the glass door to make sure you were still sleeping. He smiled softly as he saw you exactly where he left you, “what happened?” Chantal inquired, the topic suddenly peaking her interest. She loved you to bits, she took you in immediately, and sided with you on most things whenever you and Matthew would get into disagreements, Matthew may be her son, but she wasn’t afraid to tell him when he was wrong. “Nothing, not with us at least, not that I know of. She’s just been so quiet, and zoned out, she doesn’t want to talk, and she just fell asleep on the couch crying, and I was sitting right there.. mom why won’t she talk to me?” He ranted, tugging at his curls, frustrated with himself. “Oh.” She paused for a moment, taking a second to process the info. “Well, if she truly doesn’t want to talk, you can’t make her, I know that sounds difficult, and you’re probably thinking she should just tell you whenever these things happen.” Chantal took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to calm her son and not send him into more worry. “You can’t see inside her head, honey, you don’t understand what goes through her head, neither do I, but I can tell you as someone who went through these things with your dad, it’s not easy for her. She’s probably stressed, the season is coming up, she’s going to miss you, and she might just be struggling unrelated to that.” She stopped, giving Matthew a chance to take in her words. “So you’re saying she’s just feeling like this for no reason?” He sounded exasperated. “Oh, my sweet boy.” Chantal laughed, “a women’s mind is so much more complicated than you’ll ever understand, she puts everyone and everything else before herself, she goes to work, she worries about work, she comes home she worries about dinner, or cleaning, or grocery shopping.” “But I help with all of that stuff.” Matt cut his mom off, looking in at you again. “I know you do, you’re a good man, but, she still thinks about all these things and it just adds to her plate, so as much as you want to help, sometimes you just need to hold her and tell her it’s ok to cry it out.” She explained, most of this was speculation, considering she truly didn’t know for certain what was going through your head, but she knows on some level she had to touch on one of the things bothering you. “Alright.” He mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. He saw you roll slightly on the couch, “I should go, thank you, mom. Love you.” He rushed, she laughed figuring you must’ve woken up, “love you too.” She managed to get out before he hung up.

You sucked a sharp breath in when you heard the back door, you quickly wiped your face, glancing over the back of the couch to see Matt approaching. “What were you doing?” You asked, voice cracking from sleep, you cleared your throat as he leaned over the back of the couch. “My mom called.” He shrugged, not wanting to admit he called her, grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers, “I went outside, I didn’t want to wake you.” He added, smiling down at you. “Thanks.” You sighed, rubbing at your face, trying to wake yourself up, although you knew the type of tired you were wouldn’t just wake up with a movement, or a cup of coffee. It ran deeper than that.

***

That was nearly a week ago, and you were still stuck in this rut, you couldn’t shake it. You knew Matthew was more than catching on to it, but everytime he tried to help, you’d simply push him away. Like right now for instance, you were sifting through your laundry bin, trying to finish putting away the clothes that have been sitting out for so long. “I can put them away, go lay down.” Matt insisted, rubbing at your tense shoulders, you rolled him off of you, sighing deeply. “I’m fine.” You muttered, voice cracking, just give in, give in Y/N. “Don’t push me away, please.” Matthew whispered, you turned to him with wide, tear filled eyes, and he was there, before you could feel them spilling from your eyes. “Matty, I’m sorry.” You cried, arms circling around his neck, he shook his head against yours, “no, baby, don’t apologize.” He shushed you, holding your weight against him, “Y/N, hey, you gotta slow down.” He carefully sat you on the bed, squatting in front of you. Your breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly, the tears still flowing, you didn’t realize how much you had been holding in. “I’m sorry, I-I should’ve talked to you, but it’s just been so h-h-hard. I don’t know why I feel like this and-“ you stopped your stuttered sobs as you took a deep breath, feeling the way your chest was aching for air. Matthew grabbed your face, meeting your eyes, you tried to push the panic away, feeling your hearing fade in and out, you knew you just had to take some deep breaths. “Breathe.” Matthew mumbled never taking his eyes off yours, he couldn’t help but take his own shaky deep breaths along with you.

Your tears had slowed, your eyes dry and burning with puffiness as he stayed in this position. “Hi.” You croaked out, cocking your head in his hands, he sighed out a soft laugh shaking his head. “Babe, are you okay?” He knew, in retrospect, that was a dumb question, but he had to ask it. His thumbs smoothing away your stress lines, watching as you began to relax under his touch. “Yeah, I feel a little better now.” You admitted, finally tearing your eyes from him. You fiddled your thumbs in your lap, “I know it’s hard, but I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, so I just need you to talk to me. I’m not saying you have to tell me anything that you don’t want to, but I at least need you to tell me when you feel like this, you can’t have a breakdown like this all the time.” He explained, not forcing you to look at him, but he kept his eyes on you, waiting patiently. “I know, I’m sorry, and don’t tell me not to apologize, I should’ve told you, I wanted too, but I just didn’t want to worry you, I don’t know how to explain the way I feel sometimes. It’s just there.” You finally spoke, and the calmness in your voice, for the first time in weeks, was like music to his ears. “I know you didn’t, but I don’t want you to think about that, I worry you every god damn day I go out on the ice, I can handle you telling me when something doesn’t feel right.” He spoke sternly but his face was soft, watching as you looked down at him with a soft smile, a tired, still a little emotional smile. “Can you do that for me?” He whispered, eyebrows raising slightly when you ran a hand through his curly hair. “I can do that.”

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theheraldsrest · 3 years

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oddly specific request, but how would varric, cullen and solas comfort the inquisitor after they've had really bad nightmares and they wake up in a panic? i suffer from them and those are my boys (though varric is my platonic boi)

and if not too much trouble, lavellan!inquisitor, perhaps?

sorry if this is too specific heh— ^^;

“Varric, Cullen, and Solas comforting lavellan!Inquisitor after they wake in a panic from nightmares” Yeah never mind about being away. I did say I would do this and honestly need a distraction. You’re all good, anon, and Varric is the best boi. -Cabot

Varric

Your group was taking watch in rotations while the others got some sleep and being the Western Approach, your tents were set securely and at an advantage on one of the hills, overlooking the desert for miles, which was what Varric was doing while polishing Bianca. It was quiet, all except for the occasional sounds of wind and creatures hiding further in the dark away from your campfire. Varric glanced behind him, looking to Cassandra’s and Blackwall’s tents, making sure everything was alright there before looking around for your tent. For the past few times you made camp, you had been setting up your tent away from the others and it didn’t help that everytime it was your turn for watch duty, you were found wide awake. Varric was staring at your tent when he saw you step out of it quite quickly before walking over to the watering hole nearby. Concerned, Varric stood up and made his way over, trying his best not to startle you. As he got a few feet from you, he could see you were splashing your face, visibly shaking as you gripped the edges around the water. “You alright?” You jumped, looking wildly around before relaxing once you saw who had spoken. “Varric! You almost gave me a heart attack!” “Please, if I wanted to do that, I would’ve taken a page out of Sera’s book and released some bees.” He tried joking, but his own smile dropped as you gave a half-hearted chuckle. He didn’t say anything else but sat down next to you, waiting for you to tell him to go away. After a few moments in silence, he spoke again, “How you holding up?” Surprised, you looked at him, before dropping your gaze to the water. “Is it that noticeable?” “Well, when the leader of a group hasn’t slept in a couple days, it’s gonna get noticed. Plus, I knew someone who might’ve been going through the same thing you’re being put through.” He glanced at you as you pulled your knees to your chest to comfort yourself. “Wanna talk about it? Or just need company?” He watched as you mulled over it in your head, adding on “Listen, it’s not my place, but even the greatest leaders to the smallest person have problems or are tired or scared. The more they bottle it up and say that they can handle it, the further they fall. It’s better to have someone to lean on or even to confide in before you break. I’m willing to help if you need it. Wouldn’t be my first time helping a friend.” He gave you a warm smile which you returned. After a moment of silence, you took a breath before talking to him. He let you talk, never interrupting, only giving encouraging words when you paused. “Well I don’t think you need to worry about running everything. You got Curly, Josephine, and Lelianna to back you up, not to mention Seeker and everyone else,” or “And Corypheus is just another person trying to achieve godhood. Compared to you, who’s fought now, what, ten dragons? Yeah I think we’re safe.” He stayed and listened, trying his best to comfort you, until you were practically falling asleep. “Don’t worry, you don’t always have to be the one watching over everyone. Now get some sleep. We got another dragon to add to the list tomorrow.”

Cullen

He couldn’t help when he’d sleep or wake up since he was constantly plagued with nightmares. Some nights were pretty bad where you had to console him, telling him what he had seen were just dreams, they weren’t real. Other nights, he slept like a log, unable to be woken up until late in the morning. Those nights were usually when you were with him, a reminder to ground himself, just for you. It was one of these nights where he felt movement next to him and almost ignored it if it wasn’t for the sharp kick he received to his side. He sat up rubbing his hip, saying “Y/N, what in the world was that fo-” but cut himself off when he turned to see you weren’t there. Confused and slightly panicked, he looked around the room to see where you went, only to hear from the other side of the bed a sharp intake of breath. Cullen stood up and made his way around, only to find you on the ground, curled up and shivering as you let out a quiet sob. “Y/N?” You snapped your head up, looking to Cullen who now stood at the edge of the bed, looking worried. “Cullen! I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to wake you! I-I was just -there was -I-I was just having a bad nightmare and-” He kneeled next to you and silenced you as he pulled you into his arms. He didn’t say anything as he held you, letting you cling to him and rubbing the small of your back to try and calm you down. Once he made sure he had a grip on you, he lifted you up and climbed back into bed, holding you close. Cullen waited, making sure you were alright before asking “What happened, love?” You took a shaky breath before you explained to him the horrible nightmare you just had, all your worries coming out through these visions. He listened to you, waiting patiently for you to get it all out. You could feel his arms get tighter around you when you got to the part about him, your fear of losing him making your voice catch. When you finished, you added on “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bother you with this. You already have enough to deal with, you don’t need to add on my own nigh-” His chuckle cut you off as he kissed the top of your head. “Love, it’s alright. You don’t have to shoulder the world all on your own. It’s alright to have these fears, no one’s great enough to not have nightmares, but that doesn’t mean you need to bottle them up. You are there when I have my dreams and nightmares, at least let me return the favor. I’m still here and that won’t change.” He turned you so that he could kiss the side of your face before laying back down with you, holding you close and tightly, making sure you knew he was there and that he would never let you go.

Solas

He walked the same path that he always did in the Fade, looking carefully around. It had been awhile since he saw you here, usually waiting for him without that familiar and beautiful smile but he hadn’t been able to find you as of late. He even questioned you, you’re only reponse being that he might have missed you or that you didn’t sleep but you would tomorrow. You had said that three days ago and still there was no sign of you. But tonight was different, he had seen to it that you actually got sleep, having witnessed you almost smack into the rear end of a horse, saying you didn’t see it move though it was stationary the whole time. He had even chuckled when you kept refusing, claiming you didn’t need sleep, only to fall instantly unconscious as soon as your head hit the pillow. Tonight, he knew you were dreaming, for the Fade had taken shape into Skyhold but with a winding forest surrounding it. Once he was sure that he had checked everywhere in this Skyhold facade, he stepped out into the forest area, a charming and peaceful place you had created. He continued his search until he stopped dead, looking down upon the remains of what seemed to be an elven camp. The tents were torn, the boats set aflame, and bodies massacred across the ground and in the river nearby. There he saw you, bloodied and bruised, kneeling over a body with fade demons surrounding you having taken the shape of hunters and templars. His fury rose as he made his way down to you, reaching the circle around you and dispelling the demons. He turned to look at you, about to ask what had happened, but stopping himself when he saw the body. With the demons gone, it left you to crumple in tears onto Solas himself, his eyes open but life gone from them. His heart sank to see how you clung to his lifeless form, knowing that these feelings were bad and that he should at least silence these visions, give you a peaceful sleep and to forget this dream ever happened. He shouldn’t reach out to you and take your hands, making you look up in surprise that would turn to relief as he spoke to you. He shouldn’t be pulling you to your feet and leading you away from these visions and back to Skyhold, all while speaking calmly and promising that he would always be there for you. But he did and, for now, he didn’t care that he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. All he knew was that he wanted you happy, to smile again and to stop your tears. As you stepped through the arch of Skyhold’s entrance, it changed to a serene and quiet pond that you both sat at the edge of, Solas pulling you closely to him and wiping the tears from your face, humming. After a while, you spoke up. “I thought you said you didn’t like the minstrel maiden’s songs? Especially ‘Sera was Never’?” He looked down at you, confused, his heart seeming to warm as he watched the smile grow on your face. Realising he was, in fact, humming the tune, he pretended to ignore your face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You started laughing, which soon had him chuckling as well, placing a kiss first to your forehead, to your nose, and then your lips. As he pulled away, your foreheads still touching, he whispered “You will never lose me in battle, ma vhenan. I will always be here, by your side, to fight with you. Nothing will take me away from you.”

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thirdhandidiot · 3 years

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Yes I’m here to offer domestic dialucibarb. No I havnt gotten any further on the Young Dialuci au. What you gonna do?

This is just 1.9k of unapologetic soft idiots in love

•The three of them are like your typical old married couple, except with wings and horns and oh dear, they’re arguing over who has to get up to make more tea

•Barb and Lucifer lovingly bicker a LOT, much to Diavolo’s amusement. It will be over the most trivial things that neither of them really care about either, they just enjoy trying to one up eachother verbally. Lucifer once threatened to throw Barbatos out a window, absolutely not meaning it, but Barb taunted him, telling him he probably couldn’t even pick him up, he’s so skinny and all he ever does is paper work and there’s no way he’d ever hurt him, never mind have the physical strength required. Lucifer absolutely decides he’s going to take it personally and lunges, picking Barbatos clean off the floor, bridal style, triumphant smirk lighting up his face, only to immediately realise that Barb has wrapped his arms around his neck to make sure he doesn’t fall. They’re both immediately far too flustered to do anything after that, just staring at eachother in shock, remaining there for what feels like hours until Diavolo walks in and coos at them, taking hundreds of pictures whilst the pair get impossibly more red. The image ends up Diavolo’s Home Screen, and don’t be fooled, he treasures all images of his boyfriends, especially together, but this one, he thinks, will always be a favourite

•They’re all sappy in their own ways, but mostly Diavolo, he is shameless. He will talk about ‘his darling boyfriends’ at any given opportunity, and more. Whilst it’s rather sweet to see him so passionate and so happy in love, it gets rather inconvenient in meetings when everyone just wants to go home. The brothers are particularly upset by this as whilst the gossip about Lucifers love life was fun at first, they’re rather bored of hearing how cute Lucifer is he wakes up, and they’re still a little scared of what Barbatos might do if they end up hearing too much. And that’s not all, Dia loves tropey dates that he read about in books and imagined going on with the two of them before they got together, his favourite being picnics, which he adores. He and Barbatos will spend hours in the kitchen preparing a sweet lunch date for Lucifer (by which Barb does all the preparations and Diavolo provides ‘moral support’ in the form of kisses and trying to steal bits of food only to get caught everytime and punished with more kisses- needles to say this is not an effective punishment to persuade him to stop)

•Barbatos relaxes a lot more when he’s off the clock, even having gently bullied Diavolo into making HIM tea, even if it’s not as good, after all, he’s been working all day and he’s tired. When they first got together he always felt guilty asking anything of Diavolo, feeling that it was an imbalance to their dynamic, but he quickly comes to see that Diavolo loves the chance to try to do things for him, even if they aren’t nearly as efficient or well done. Diavolo just wants to look after his boys like they do him and this usually comes in the form of serving them cute biscuits he found and hid until that moment just to see them smile

•Lucifer gets stressed easily and puts up a near flawless front of professionalism and dedication to his work, however Barb has spent decades doing the same and is always the first to tell when Luci needs to take a break. Whilst Barb has strict ‘off the clock‘ hours, Lucifer has tried to bring paper work to bed multiple times, frustrating the other two to no end. Despite that, Lucifer has gotten a lot better at taking care of himself ever since he realised how happy it made his partners, and it’s not like he minds spending more time with them, infact subtly asking lucifer if he wants couch cuddles is the fastest way to get him to leave his work, the man is tired and desperately craves affection, not that he likes to admit it, but they all know

•Barbatos has a strange fondness for human conspiracy documentaries, and Diavolo is prone to believing an awful lot of them. Barb loves to tell Diavolo that they’re real, convincing him that ‘Yes all birds are spies darling, is that not common knowledge?‘ or ‘The human realm has underground lizard people, didn’t you know love? The do all of Earth’s admin work, someone has to‘ This leads to an awful lot of misunderstandings that usually Lucifer clears up. He pretends to be annoyed but when he walks into the front room to see his Barb lying on top of Diavolo, enthusiastically telling him that there’s aliens in Area 51 whilst Diavolo stares back, mouth open in shock, he doesn’t stop them, just presses a kiss to each of their foreheads and goes to make hot chocolates for everyone and brings blankets back with him, making a note of whatever it is that Dia is about to believe so that he can make sure that damage control can be done ahead of time. (He finds it cute when Diavolo tries to tell his brothers about it, Mammon falling hook line and sinker for each one. The others are more sceptical until Diavolo says that Barbatos told him, at which point they just end up confused, surely Barbatos wouldn’t lie to Lord Diavolo? (He would if it was funny))

•When Lucifer moved out, Levi sent him an old console under the guise that it was for Diavolo, who had expressed an interest in learning to play various games. Dia absolutely loves it, and lucifer really is very competitive.. the two of them can be found trying to distract the other whilst playing mariokart, resorting to pushing, biting and even a few instances of manifesting wings to try block the others view of the screen. As soon as one of them has as good as lost they’ll switch to just making the others game as hard as possible. There’s nothing raunchy about the wrestling match that breaks out as a result, Barb has decided it’s a good form of physical therapy for them both and just records them. He has a file of ‚blackmail‘ that they all know he will never use, it’s mostly just a folder of cute but embarrassing pictures and videos of Luci and Diavolo. (Diavolo has Barb send him everything, he loves to watch it back)

•None of them are particularly ‘flamboyant‘ although Diavolos love for human world festivals has landed them at various pride festivals before. Lucifer was mostly confused seeing as sexuality isn’t an issue in the Devildom, neither is ‘polyamory’, a concept he’d never spared much thought to. Diavolo is delighted to see Humans celebrating love and feeds off the positivity (he also gets hit on a lot, but after spending just ten seconds with him it’s obvious he’s already madly in love and that there’s no separating him from the slightly alarmed looking men loitering behind him that he proudly calls his boyfriends). Barbatos is constantly trying not to get lost, it’s busy and he ends up having to hold on to someone at all times. It’s not his fault, he can’t use magic here and there’s no other way to combat the crowds, Lucifer stop smirking he isn’t short it’s just that you’re both bloody giants, Lucifer you’re encouraging Diavolo, p l e a s e. Dia loves it though because it gives him an excuse to cling to his boyfriends all day and people will randomly tell him how lucky he is, he absolutely agrees

•Both Barbatos and Lucifer have threatened Diavolo with bodily harm at some point after they’ve been woken up by one of his stray limbs in the night. The two of them sleep quite comfortably next to eachother, occasionally with an arm or leg over the other, but no matter how Diavolo falls asleep he ends up in a dreadfully confusing position that no one really wants to question. Unfortunately he also tends to gravitate towards the heat of the others too, making them easy targets Diavolo’s heavy limbs. He’s always sure to apologise when he finds out in the morning, even if he finds their grumpy faces quite amusing. He won’t laugh out loud though because one time Barb was so disgruntled when he woke up that he bit the hand that was smothering his face and Diavolo ended up having to have his hand bandaged in the middle of the night. Needless to say that Lucifer was both confused and concerned when he woke up (and a little proud, he’s extra nice to Barbatos all day, who feels a little guilty about it, even if Diavolo was ok)

•Diavolo and Barb will wind lucifer up deliberately, and whilst he is entirely aware what’s happening, he indulges them. Diavolo will convince the brothers to try some kind of scheme that they wouldn’t be able to pull off without him, but makes sure it’s never taken too far, and Barbatos will egg Lucifer on as soon as he finds out about whatever minor inconvenience has befallen him. He won’t admit it, but it makes Lucifer incredibly happy to see his brothers take such a shine to his partners, and whilst he wishes they’d have a little more trust in Barbatos, Barb assures him that he isn’t upset and that it can be used to spook the brothers a little. There will be weekly ‚family meals‘ which always seem a great idea before hand, he somewhat misses living with his brothers after all, but always result in him going home with a headache. He’s grown used to the loving and (mostly) calm presence of his beloved, so seeing his brothers hurling both insults and occasionally food or assorted table wear at eachother, has a tendency to infuriate him. (He hasn’t realised that they act up more when he’s there)

•Dia Is obsessed with matching couples things and is constantly trying to find things for the three of them, but due to lower supply, they end up being so much tackier and non sensical. Barbatos genuinely despises them, but opts to say nothing because of how happy Diavolo is. Lucifer knows this and whilst he isn’t exactly a fan either, he indulges Dia just to tease Barb. (They do all have matching keychains tho, with different charms. Diavolos has a little teacup and a feather, Lucifers has a crown and a cake and Barbatos‘ has a pickle and a peacock. He was the one who got them to make up for all the hideous ideas Diavolo had, and delighted in seeing Diavolos pouty face when he realised what Barb had chosen. He did end up also adding a golden heart tho, somewhat pacifying Diavolo)

•Whilst it’s usually Diavolo who initiates longer cuddles, Barb likes to wrap his arms around his lovers from behind, pressing his forehead into their shoulder blades. He finds is comforting to be so close whilst allowing the other to continue with whatever they were doing before. Before leaving he will stretch to place a kiss on the back of their neck, a silent reminder of his love. Most of the time Barbatos is very quiet, opting to watch, and it’s only when he’s relaxed that he becomes chatty. Both Luci and Dia recognise this and can’t help but feel special whenever Barbatos is particularly talkative, and Barb is grateful that they don’t ask questions and love him for who he is

•Lucifer absolutely initiates the most ‚traditional‘ kisses, he’s proud of his partners and wants everyone to know that they’re his. He’s also a bit of a traditional romanticist when given the chance, leaving bouquets of various flowers, with the meanings for each attached on a handwritten card, a line of poetry and an elaborate signature. If he ever gets given flowers back he melts a little and keeps them on his desk as long as possible, before pressing the best looking ones. He has notebooks just filled with pressed flowers that he treasures. He doesn’t know that Diavolo and Barbatos both know about the notebooks and is convinced he’s slick

•Some nights the three of them will get drunk together and spend hours giggling and pressing kisses to eachothers faces and feeding them fancy chocolates. They half lay half sit on a slightly too small couch that they never replace for a more suitably sized one. Diavolo will slowly reach across to brush Lucifers fringe out of his eyes before gently caressing his face and pulling him in for a long slow kiss that tastes of expensive demonus and the orange sweets that Diavolo keeps on his desk. Barbatos is more than content to sit and watch his two gorgeous boyfriends kiss for a few minutes before they both turn their attention to him and decorate his face with kisses, across his cheeks and forehead, straying down to his chin and up to his eyelids, trying to convey all their love for eachother in adoring looks and heads pressed into necks

@softrealism Thankyou for inspiring me to post xx

#hmmm i really enjoyed writing these #if anyone wants to talk about them please #they are very gorgeous to me #do you ever look at something you wrote and realise damn// wish that was me ;0;#i had to log in on a computer to make this palatable #please acknowledge my sacrifice #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! diavolo #obey me! barbatos #dialuci #dialucibarb #i am literally fucking exhausted ive been tryna finish off work and its my brothers birthday tomorrow and my best friends in three days.#when the boys ask if you wanna play minecraft with thyem and you say yes cause you miss them and want to give them attention but you are #about five minutes from passing out on the keyboard #and i need to call my family and GOD DAMMIT ITS ANOTHER GRANDMAS BIRTHDAY IN TWO DAYS #this post was the clam before the storm #if im MIA the next few days im not dead im sleeping #34 hours and counting #i cant even remember how to tag #THI #diavolo x lucifer #probably #diavolo x barbatos #diabarb #im making these up please end my misery xx #hhhh that said clam. im not fixing it. ps if u find typos pls scream at me to fix them #im going to sleep goodby

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Let Me Make You Proud | Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!reader

Summary: (M/N) has always wanted to make his dad proud. He not only gave up any of his aspirations and hobbies so that he could fulfill that wish, but also a part of himself. What happens when his dad starts paying attention to someone else he considers a son?

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time so I’m excited. Warning there is just a little bit of Peter hate, not his fault, we still love him in this household. Also Tony is kind of a neglectful parent so just warning you. We have to have SOME angst.

(M/N) had just finished and turned in his essay which wasn’t due until next week. It was pretty simple to finish and now he can turn his attention to other things which were more important like these suit upgrades. Before he could get started he couldn’t help but have his eyes wander over to the small metal sphere sitting on his desk. This was the first BIG thing he ever made, it was just a small companion droid with an AI added into it, it was meant to be a friend for when you got lonely. He was so proud of it, he built it all without his dad’s or anyone else's help. He thought back to that day.

...

He had just finished screwing in the last bolt. “Done.” All that was left was to press the button and hopefully it wouldn’t blow up. It probably would. He stared at the bot for a while before pressing the button. The machine hummed and lit up. The machine was a large ball that when activated unfolded into a small robot with a face and arms.

“Hello. I’m PRYSM. Are you my friend?”

(M/N) could feel his smile growing. “Hello PRYSM. I’m (M/N). (M/N) Stark, and yes I’d love to be your friend. Come meet my dad!” He grabbed the little robot in his hands and dashed out of the room. He ran down to where he knew his dad was, the lab. Always the lab.

“Dad! Dad! Look what I made!”

Tony was hunched over his work bench typing away at something (M/N) couldn’t see. He didn’t even look up to see his son. “I’m a little busy right now bud, can it wait?”

(M/N) could feel his smile dropping. “Yeah...sure dad. What are you working on?”

Again without looking up from his work. “Important suit things. Can you please go upstairs? I need to concentrate.”

(M/N) was no longer excited to say the least. “Sure dad.”

The walk back to his room felt so much longer than it did, and PRYSM felt much heavier in his hands. Returning to his room he sat on his bed and sat PRYSM down beside him. “You’re sad. Why are you sad?”

“It’s nothing PRYSM. I just wish my dad would have looked at you.”

“He said he would later, what’s the problem (M/N)?”

“He lied PRYSM. He always lies.” He could feel the tears starting to build up in his eyes. Suddenly he felt arms wrap around him. He looked to see PRYSM hugging him.

“I’m sorry he lied. I’m sorry you’re sad. But I’m here! I’m your friend and if you want to talk I’ll listen.”

(M/N) couldn’t but help but let out a small huffed laugh and hug them back. “Thanks PRYSM.”

“Anytime.”

…

Snapping out of his thoughts he turned back to the plans. He couldn’t get his head into it no matter how hard he tried. He eventually gave up and walked out of his room. The tower had grown significantly ever since all the avengers moved in here but it did feel nice to have more people. However, even with more people he couldn’t help but feel more alone.

The avengers have all become like family to him and they all love him, he just wished his dad did too. He knows his dad loves him, but after a while you quit believing in fairytales. That won’t stop him though, he just wants to make his dad proud. That got a lot more difficult after the battle of new york.

…

New York was on fire. It had been a normal day, people going about their daily life when suddenly there were aliens descending from a giant hole in the sky. (M/N) was on his way back to the tower when it happened. He just started running as more and more things were destroyed around him. Some of the aliens had flown right above him as he kept running, all he had to do was get to the tower.

Just get to the tower. It was a simple plan but things could never just be simple could they. Just as the doors of the tower came into view one of those aliens jumped in front of him. It screamed at him and he took a sharp turn down one of the many allies of New York. He realized his mistake as he found himself at a dead end, he could hear the alien coming closer. “Fuck. What do I do now?” The alien finally reached him and raised it’s rifle at him. He brought his arms to cower expecting the sweet release of death, that didn’t come however. Opening his eyes he noticed he was surrounded by some sort of force field. The alien kept firing it’s weapon at the shield. “Stop!” He shouted and reached his hand out for the alien to stop but as he did that the force field shot out throwing the alien against the wall knocking it out. “What just happened?”

…

Of course he didn’t tell his dad. His dad hated magic, he was already thinking his dad hated him what would have happened if he told his dad he had magic? Everything he had been working on would have been thrown out the drain. He was still lost in his head when he entered the common room he hadn’t even realized someone was talking to him.

“Earth to (M/N). Hello.”

“What?” (M/N) focused his eyes and saw it was Clint talking to him.

He loved all the avengers but Clint was always his favorite. He was pretty much more of a father to him then his own dad was. He always made sure (M/N) was okay and being taken care of. The two had become so close Clint was the only one to know about (M/N)’s powers. He knew Clint had a bad time with magic thanks to Loki but he didn’t have anyone to talk to about it and just kind of spilled it on the poor man. Clint, being the amazing person he was, was incredibly understanding and supportive of (M/N) even offering to help him figure out how to control it. He really was (M/N)’s true dad.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You okay kid?” Clint’s face held that fatherly concern.

“Yeah I’m fine. I was just thinking. Maybe I should get my head out of the clouds.”

“No way! When you have your head in the clouds you always come up with the best ideas.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice.”

“No seriously. Just look at PRYSM they’re amazing and you did that on your own.”

“Thanks Clint you always know what to say.”

“Anytime Kiddo. Seriously, always here for you.”

(M/N) continued on to the kitchen passing by some of the others like Steve and Natasha. Giving them a smile and a hello. The avengers loved him, but they also knew he was hurting. They tried talking to Tony about it but he only brushed them off saying (M/N) knew he loved him. They didn’t like that excuse so they took it on themselves to show their love to him. Entering the kitchen he was met with the grinning face of none other than the scarlet witch herself. “Afternoon (M/N).”

“Afternoon Wanda. Where’s Cosmo?”

“Very funny.” The two grinned at each other. It didn’t last long as her face dropped into a frown. “That spider kid is coming over soon.”

(M/N) looked down at the ground and crossed his arms. “Why? He upgrading his suit? Repairs?”

“I don’t know. All I know is your dad wants all of us to have, in quotes, a nice family dinner.”

“Sounds like the red wedding all over again.”

“Ha. I agree. I just thought I’d warn you.”

“Thanks wanda I guess I should prepare myself.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

“You say that now.”

He walked out of the kitchen and decided to go see what his dad was doing. To at least try and talk with him before Peter got here. Recently he has been spending more and more time with him and everytime he sees them together they look...happy. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of Peter. He pretty much got Tony to be his dad, while (M/N) was left behind.

As he approached the lab he heard laughing. Normally he would think it would be Bruce joking around with his dad, but this laughter wasn’t the same as Bruce’s. This laughter was a lot lighter. Peter.

He stopped at the door and listened in. Peter was in the middle of telling his dad some story about one of his patrols. “And then I tied up all the bad guys and saved the people. But I had to get out of there fast because the cops were rolling up.” Tony laughed at that. “You did good kid. I’m proud of you.”

It felt like the entire world stood still. Those were the words (M/N) always wanted to hear from his father, but never did. What he didn’t expect even more was the next exchange that came about.

“Thanks dad.”

“Anytime,son.”

It felt like a void had suddenly grown in (M/N)’s stomach. If they had been joking it would have been one thing. But there was no light heartedness behind those words, only love. Everything that (M/N) had been giving and trying to receive back for years was just exchanged like that with some kid who wasn’t his son. But apparently more of a son than him. He didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, he didn’t want to. He just let his feet lead him back to his room.

He stayed there locked in his room for hours. He thought of everything he had done in his life for his father. He gave up almost all of his hobbies: writing,painting,singing, all of it. He gave it up so that he could follow in his father's steps and giant shadow. He wanted to be able to show his dad that he could take over Stark Industries and hopefully make him proud. This isn’t the life he wanted, He wanted to be able to go out and see friends. To travel the world. To just be a kid. He just wanted to be loved by his father. It was like he was falling off a large building and there was no safety net to catch him.

He was woken up by a knocking at his door. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. The door opened and Clint popped his head in. “Dinner’s ready kiddo.”

(M/N) groaned. “Coming.” He got off his bed and followed Clint to the table. The table was enormous, it was of course supposed to fit all the avengers. Most everyone was already sitting. (M/N) couldn’t help but notice how Peter sat right next to Tony. In the seat (M/N) normally sat at. Fan-fucking-tastic. The only seats left really were at the end so (M/N) sat at the very end facing his father on the other end while Clint sat next to him. Luckily wanda was on the other side of him. At Least he has these two. Everyone started getting into their food. There were a couple conversations going on all over the table. Steve cracking jokes with Nat and Bucky. Bruce talking to Peter about some equation. The noise just kind of drowned everything out, until Tony’s broke through it all.

“So (M/N). How was your day?” It got very quiet at the table. It’s not like the two haven't talked but it never has been like how family talked to each other, more like acquaintances.

“It was fine.”

“That's it? Just fine? You were in your room all day. You should come out more.”

“I do come out. I just had a lot of work to get done today.”

“What kind of work?’

“Just a school Essay. I wanted to get it done so I could focus on other things.” He was focusing anywhere but his father.

“That’s good. Making sure to get the important things done. Very smart.”

It got quiet after that. You could pretty much hear a pin drop. Until Tony spoke up again. “So I wanted to get all of us together to have dinner because I have an announcement. As you know I’ve been trying to juggle both iron man duties and Stark Industries with Pepper but it has got to be just too much. So I have taken this time to step back from Stark Industries and I have decided on someone who I think can take good care of the company in my place...Peter.”

It was in the moment that (M/N)’s entire world shattered before him. Everything he had done, everything he had sacrificed had been for nothing. He tried so hard to make his father proud and this is what he gets. His father’s legacy given to a kid that swings around in a onesie.

“Pete and I have already talked about it. Pepper can handle everything on her own right now with some assistants but down the line Peter will take over-”

Tony was cut off by the sound of breaking glass. Everyone turned to look at (M/N) who was looking down, his fist was closed and the parts of his broken glass littered the end of the table.

“I’m done.” It was barely a whisper.

“(M/N)-” Wanda started to say.

“I AM DONE!” (M/N) shouted. “I HAVE GIVEN UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I HAVE TRIED FOR SO LONG TO MAKE YOU PROUD! ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LOVE ME AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT! NO YOU HAVE TO GO OFF AND REPLACE ME BECAUSE I AM SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT TO YOU! I’M FUCKING DONE!” (M/N) pushed himself out of his seat and started walking back to his room. Before he left the kitchen however, he couldn’t help but notice the lego death star that was built up, Peter had brought that over to show Tony. Fuck it, Fuck them. (M/N) let his powers loose and lifted the set before throwing it across the room letting it hit the wall, smashing into pieces.

“My lego set!”

(M/N) heard enough and walked off.

“(M/N)!” Clint called after him followed by Wanda. Tony just sat at the end of the table speechless. He didn’t realize he was hurting his son so much.

…

“You’ll be okay you know.”

(M/N) looked down at his friend and smiled. He kneeled down to talk to them better. “I hope so. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“You’re are. You’re strong enough and more. I know it.”

“Thanks PRYSM. You always know how to make me feel better.” After the whole dinner fiasco (M/N) decided to bring PRYSM back online. It had been years since their last talk. “WOW you’ve got sooooo big!” He loved that PRYSM still cared for him, even after everything. He made sure to tell them everything that happened at dinner and how he felt about it.

There was a knock on the door yet (M/N) didn’t move to open it. Whoever tried to open the door, however (M/N) locked it so no one could enter. The mystery person was finally revealed when they spoke through the door. “(M/N).” It was his dad.

“I’m sorry. I am so...so sorry. I hadn’t realized I was hurting you so bad. I never wanted to hurt you. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you now. I understand if you hate me now...I’d hate me too. I told myself when you were born that I wouldn’t be anything like my father...I didn’t realize that I would become worse than him. I wasn’t trying to replace you, I would never replace you. I love you. You aren’t a disappointment to me. I want you to know that...and I am so proud of you. I thought that you wanted to go out and see the world. I didn’t want to force you to take Stark Industries...I should have asked you. I should have talked with you. I should have been there for you so many times, Everyone tried to tell me. I wouldn’t listen though, I thought...I don’t even know anymore.” His voice was barely holding together now and truth be told (M/N) was barely keeping it together in his room. “I’m sorry. Please...let me try harder. I’ll try harder. I can’t lose you.”

(M/N) made no moves to open the door. He wasn’t about to forgive him so easily, maybe he wouldn’t forgive him at all. When he heard his dad’s footsteps fade away he spoke quietly. Barely above a whisper. “You’ve already lost me.” PRYSM rolled up to him and engulfed him in another hug. “I know people usually say you’ll have to forgive a person eventually. But that’s not true, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I want you to know that whatever you decide I support you and I will be here for you.” The tears that were barely being held back were let loose at that, and (M/N) quickly hugged PRYSM back.

The two stayed like that for a long time. Eventually the door was knocked on again. “(M/N).” Clint. “Can I come in?” He didn’t move for a bit but then got up and unlocked the door. He moved back to his bed and PRYSM as Clint entered. “Hey PRYSM.”

“HEY CLINT IT IS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN. But under such sad circumstances.”

“Hey can you give us a second?”

“Oooohhh, of course. I’ll just be over here.” PRYSM rolled off after that.

Clint sat beside (M/N) on the bed. Not saying anything for a bit. “That was some show you put on there kiddo.”

“I’m sorry for doing a Luke skywalker on the death star. But I won’t apologize for what I said.”

“I’m not here for that. What you said needed to be said. It’s been needing to be said for a long time and I’m proud of you for doing it.”

“I did just out myself as a magic user to everyone.”

Clint laughed at that. “Yeah. You should have seen every one they were so confused. Especially Wanda and your dad. Wanda was surprised you didn’t tell her.”

“I should have.”

“That was up to you.” Clint turned to look at him. “Listen. I have always considered you a son to me. Which is why telling you this isn’t easy. You are at a crossroads right now. You have spent your whole life trying to fill your father’s shoes but now you don’t have to. I think this is where YOUR story begins.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean. I think you should go. Go explore the world. Try new things, meet new people. Discover who YOU are. You have spent your entire life trying to be Tony Stark; it's time for you to be (M/N) Stark. It won’t be easy. You’ll face a lot of challenges out there and you might fail a bunch of times, But I know you are strong enough to get back up. Go make friends, fall in love. And when it’s time,come back.” his face falters a bit. “Or...don’t. I want you to live YOUR life. If what you want is to never come back and just move on, then do it. I will always love you kiddo and I just want you to be happy.”

(M/N) pulled the man into a big hug as tears began to stream down his face. He might not be his biological dad, but that didn’t matter; he always loved him like he was. “Oh here’s something’s you might need. Just some extra money, a phone without a tracer and some basic necessities. See ya Kiddo.” With that Clint got up and left. PRYSM re entered the room.

“Clint told me I could come back in so blame him.”

(M/N) laughed at his friend. “It’s alright. Hey...Wanna go on an adventure with me?”

“Um Always!”

“Then let’s go.” (M/N) grabbed the bag of supplies and put some clothes in it. He opened the door letting PRYSM leave first before closing the door to his room for the last time in a very long time.

A/N: PHEW that was a big one. The biggest one I’ve ever written I hope you all like it. And yes eventually there will be a part 2 because there is still so much for it that I want to write like some reconnecting and such but (M/N) has to go on some self discovery first. Also LOVE PRYSM and imagined them to look like GORTYS from tales from the borderlands so enjoy. I really hope you liked it and keep an eye out for the next one.

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