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bopbopstyles · 4 years

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Best friend y/n taking pictures of H in a field of sunflowers 🧐😇

i made this a theyre in love with each other but no one wants to talk about it/quarantine situation and it kind of spiraled quickly

Harry had signed on to do the cover of GQ long before quarantine started, the cover supposed to coincide with the beginning of the tour and a bit of press. Quite honestly, he was excited to be doing it--the excitement from doing a big magazine cover never quite faded no matter how many he did.

But now that quarantine had happened, he couldn’t go into the studio to do the photos, the original photographer having an immunocompromised family member, so the team had asked if he had someone he was quarantining with who could do them. They’d send out some gear, give some directions, but he’d have more creative control.

Which brought him to you. The two of you were best friends, and so the minute he crossed back onto British soil you had decided to quarantine together. You were tired of being in your cramped London flat all alone and Harry hated being in his big house in Hampstead all alone. So naturally, you ended up at his in the guest bedroom. (Most nights. Sometimes you had sleepovers, all tame of course.)

You had been a photography student in college, and since then you worked at a couple of local London papers and magazines freelance, sometimes covering concerts, other times doing portraits, building a portfolio for when you could get a full-time gig somewhere. You weren’t 100% sure what you wanted to focus on yet, so the breadth of experience was to your liking.

Harry had always been your favorite model, ever since you met him when you had ended up covering his London show. You’d become friends, despite your expectations, and he ended up liking you enough to continually reach out, and other the few years you two had become best friends.

So when he had to get someone to take photos, you were the natural choice. He was comfortable with you and you were insanely talented, something he told you all the time.

The only problem was, he was also head over heels in love with you and every time you took photos of him his crush got deeper and more intense. After spending weeks with you constantly, he didn’t know if he could take the intensity of a photo shoot with you.

But he didn’t really have a choice.

When Harry asked you, you beamed at him, excited to not only be able to add Harry Styles, GQ to your portfolio, but also to have the opportunity to shoot again. You had missed it during quarantine.

Which was how you ended up in a field of sunflowers a little ways out of town, your camera slung around your neck, the one GQ had sent as back up looped across your back. It was dusk, your favorite time to shoot, and you had abandoned all hope of using and additional props to capture the light. It was impossible with just you, and frankly Harry was so gorgeous he didn’t need it.

You’d helped him get dressed, and he was in a simple soft pink button up, unbuttoned low, his chest exposed, and a pair of linen trousers that were tight around his strong thighs stretching down the length of his legs. His necklaces, the cross and his signature pearls, adorned his neck, filling the space the shirt exposed, and his tattoos littered his arms, the sleeves pushed up to expose his forearms. His hair was tousled and soft, a bit of product you had worked into it before you left the house helping hold the curls. Rings littered his fingers, glinting in the setting sun.

You were trying to work, directing him on how to pose and trying to find the right lighting, but he was staring at you. His gaze trained on your face, eyebrows scrunched as you messed with some settings on your camera. It was moments like these when he nearly burst out his feelings for you, the shreds of self-awareness falling away.

“H, shift your right leg slightly more towards me.” He blinked, refocusing, and followed your direction. He was leaning back on his hands, one leg bent, the other straight, you straight in front of him. “Now don’t more, squirmy.”

He wouldn’t dare. Music was playing from your phone, which was tucked into your back pocket, and he tried to focus on the lyrics. But instead he ended up watching you again. Watching as you shifted, getting different angles, shutter clicking. Usually he felt nervous in front of a camera lens like this, but with you, he was at ease. He could just watch you and his anxiety settled.

“Laugh for me?”

“Didn’t say anything funny.”

You rolled your eyes at him, and he just smirked. “Just pretend?”

He did his best fake laugh, and you gave him a terse glare. “H.”

“‘m tryin’! Hard to laugh when there’s nothing to laugh at.”

You huffed. “Try laughing at me then. How sweaty I am out in this field, laboring away to make you look good, while I look like a mess.”

“You don’t look like a mess,” he mumbled.

“Liar.”

“You look beautiful,” he said, the words falling from his lips with ease. “Always do.”

It was moments like these when being in love with Harry was really fucking frustrating, because he’d say things like that and how could you not fall for him immediately? “Shut up,” you told him, trying to disguise the blush rising to your cheeks. “Now laugh for me, you idiot.”

Harry followed your directions, dropping the act. You shifted closer, coming to your knees so you were at even height with him. “Pretty close, love.”

“I’m trying to get some close-ups. Now shut it and let me do my job.”

You could tell he was getting bored and antsy--he always did. Only took him like fifteen minutes of sitting in one place before he would be itching to move, moaning about his bum going to asleep. His head fell to the side, and you sighed. It was hopeless when he was like this.

“H, please, just a few more and then we’ll take a break.”

He nodded, picking his head back up to resume his former position. You moved a few inches closer, knees landing on either side of his, your body hovering over him. The camera was tilted down, getting an angle from able and he adjusted, eyes following the lens.

He could smell your perfume mixed in with his laundry detergent, the hint of the cantaloupe you had both snacked on before you left on your breath. Sweet. He absentmindedly wondered, and not for the first time, what it would be like to kiss you, to run his tongue across your lip. What your gasps would sound like.

Wrong idea. Fuck. Harry could feel his dick plumping at the thought of kissing you, the prospect making his blood race. He tried to think of anything else, tried to get it to go away, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want his fucking dick up in the photos, for Pete’s sake.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, sitting up. You leaned back, your bum falling to his shins, which didn’t help one bit. “Can we stop for a sec?”

“Why? Just need a few more, H, please. Don’t want to miss this lighting.”

“I--fuck,” he fumbled with his words.

“What is it?” Your voice was soft and gentle with an edge of frustration, a hand reaching up to brush a stray hair from his forehead. The sensation made his eye flutter shut, trying to keep his emotions in check.

“i’vegotahardonandIdon’twantitinthephotos,” he rushed out, his words falling between you two, landing with impact.

You blinked at him. “Oh.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Um...what happened?”

Good lord, you were going to make him die of embarrassment. You two usually danced around conversations like these, both uncomfortable talking about the topic for the same reason but not knowing. The idea of talking about sex with the person you were in love with wasn’t exactly at the top of your list. Did he tell you?

You were watching him, a. blush on your cheeks. You looked so fucking gorgeous, sitting there with the sunset behind you, your hair blowing softly in the wind, your camera in one hand.

“....you.” He didn’t mean to say it. But then he did.

And he couldn’t take it back.

Your mouth opened, then closed. “Oh,” you said for the second time, the word hushed.

“YN, I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, fuck I’m so sorry--”

“H, it’s fine.”

This time, he was the one blinking at you, eyes wide. “What?”

Your head bent, eyes falling to his dick. He could tell thoughts were swirling in your head, your hand reaching up to brush a hair behind your ear, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip like you did when you were thinking hard. “I--I could help you.”

“What?” He sputtered, brain unable to process the concept.

But you just shrugged, as if it was no big deal. In reality, your blood was racing at the prospect of having him in your mouth, at tasting him finally. And for him, he couldn’t quite keep his thoughts in a coherent string. “If you want,” you said.

“You sure?” You nodded, and Harry cursed under his breath. “Then, um, yeah.”

You placed both the cameras on the ground next to him, clasping the lens caps over the lenses, before looking back up to him. Then, your hands were coming up to his waist and Harry thought he was going to melt into the ground at the feeling of your fingertips on his lower stomach as you brushed over the button of his pants. You were narrowly avoiding his dick and he couldn’t bear it.

Your hands tucked into the fabric once the button was popped, and pulled, the zipper moving down smoothly. You pulled off his pants and underwear at the same time and Harry groaned hotly at the fresh air on his sensitive skin.

As he panted, you studied him. Red, weepy tip, desperate and hard. You had caused this? You chewed on your cheek, the thought crossing into your brain that maybe you had the same effect on him as he had on you.

You decided to give him all you had. You shifted on his body, moving so your knees were pressed to the ground in between his legs. Then, you leaned in and as ladylike as possible, let spit fall from your lips and onto his dick.

Harry moaned wantonly above you, one of his hands moving to your hair and pulling it together, making a tie of sorts to keep it out of your face. Then, your hand moved from his hip to his dick, your fingers wrapping around his wide girth, and tugging softly, the slick of your spit making it smooth.

You watched in rapture as Harry’s head fell back, his hips bucking slightly at your touch. He was more sensitive than you had thought. You pumped a few more times, taking immense joy in the pants and whimpers falling from his lips as you worked him. When you decided you had teased him enough, you shifted your head back down, and wrapped your lips around his tip.

The groan that ripped from Harry’s throat had you moaning onto his skin, the vibrations just making more sounds echo between you. Harry’s voice was low and heavy and you loved the sound as you bobbed your head once, your spit and his pre-cum mixing in your mouth as you moved your lips down the length of him.

It was sin, he thought as he watched you. Having you on him like this, letting himself feel you like this. It was pure, unabashed sin. He was going straight to hell for the thoughts of you that were floating through his head. Of you on your back, of you moaning his name, of your hands on his skin as he pushed in and out of you.

He was definitely going to hell.

Then you pulled off of him and licked a hot stripe up the underside of him and rolled his balls in his hand, the combination making him buck his hips again, unable to control himself. But you didn’t seem to mind. You just smiled softly--he could see your face slightly from the angle--and then took him all the way into your mouth.

When he hit the back of your throat, he thought he might die there and then. Or perhaps he was already dead and this was heaven. Or hell. He didn’t really care, as long as you were there with him.

You loved the feeling of him inside your mouth, the taste of him salty and perfect on your tongue. You loved the sounds you caused him to make, the ripple of his abs, the soft hold he had on your hair. You loved when he pushed into you and then apologized under his breath. You loved him.

You added your hand back to his shaft and in quick motions, moved your hand and head together, meeting in the middle and working his length in perfect rhythm. When Harry moaned your name you knew he was close, his grip in your hair tightening and his fingernails scratching at your scalp.

“’m close,” he mumbled above you.

You kept going, not wanting to let up for a second, and Harry thought he was going to lose it. Were you going to let him come in your mouth? The thought had him nearly letting go immediately, but he wanted to check.

“You can pull off,” he said, voice rough.

But you didn’t move. You just stayed stayed, taking him as deep as you could and tonguing at his tip with soft licks that had his eyes squeezing shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

And then he was coming, in long ropes in your mouth, coating your tongue. Your only movement was your hand moving from his base to his thigh, gripping the exposed skin to encourage him.

“Fuck, Y/N, holy shit,” he breathed out, mind whirling at the feeling of you warm and wet around him.

When you pulled off, there was a small smile on your face, and a hint of his cum at the corner of your lips. He let your hair go and swiped at it, taking it and pressing it back to your lips, watching in awe as they parted and accepted his finger.

“You,” he murmured, “are incredible.”

You giggled and Harry couldn’t stop the next three words from falling from his mouth, no matter the fact this wasn’t the time.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened again, his finger still inside your mouth. Your jaw dropped, releasing it, and he watched your expression absorb his words. “You--what?”

“I love you.” He was more emphatic this time, showing you he was serious.

The words settled in your mind, rolling backwards and forwards in your thoughts. Could it be true? Could he actually feel the same way about you? Maybe so, you realized. Maybe he was telling you the truth. You searched his face for any sign that he was lying, but couldn’t find one. He looked like Harry, the one you knew well, the one you trusted with your whole heart.

So you said the words back. “I love you too.”

The grin that ripped across his face rivalled any other in existence. “Yeah?”

A giggle escaped your lips and you nodded. “Yeah.”

Then his lips were on yours, and you leaned into him, hands moving to the back of his neck. He was delicious--tasted like minty toothpaste and the grass he had been lying in, the edge of a watermelon popsicle he’d eaten on the drive over.

You shifted closer, but something stopped you. You glanced down and chuckled--his dick was pushed between you.

Then he looked and he groaned. “Fuck--lemme--love can you move so I can pull up my pants?”

“Don’t want it in the way?”

He huffed, tugging at his pants once you shifted. “God, it really does have the worst fucking timing.”

Then he pulled you back in, re-claiming your lips. He never wanted to let you go.

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WELL THIS BECAME LONG SUDDENLY! ENJOY!

#concept night #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles friends to lovers #anon #answered

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chunhua-s · 3 years

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Tendou in an enemies to lovers situation 🥺

wew chile, eye— this was longer than i originally planned and that’s due in part to me switching from writing on mobile and my bad word vomit tendencies said ✨start the cameras✨ i originally had a bit of trouble coming up with the solid plot itself while i was losing myself on concepts (nothing new :D just my regular clown shit y’know?) and my sweet goddess @bootylikepeachy was there to tickle my braincells with this “got paired together with your enemy for a class assignment” idea!! bb thank you for brainrotting with me on this, honestly 🥺💖 i dunno if i could have made a final decision if it weren’t for you and your sexy ass brain. i decided leave the ending a bit open?? one to prevent myself from going over 5k words (cause wow, i really hit the slow burn on this one) and two because i kinda like the ambiguity of their relationship after the reader comes to her turning point. since it’s an enemies to lovers type of scenario, i figured it would be better to let things kind of trickle off instead of having it all happen on the same day?? or so it doesn’t feel too rushed or force and i really hope i was successful in doing it justice. i hope you guys will have as much fun reading this as i did writing it!! let me know your thoughts, okay? and as always, thank you for reading!!

SUNSET AND MIDNIGNT ➽ SATORI TENDOU x READER

genre: fluff, slowburn

au: enemies to lovers

warnings: uhhh slowburn? word vomit, ramblings..... that’s about it

tendou is the fall from an ocean cliff. he’s the feeling of the wind sweeping past your body, of your breath disappearing from your lungs and vanishing on the whisps of a blue sky. he’s the dread that wraps around your heart like a vine, the heavy rock that drags you closer and closer to a dive you can’t remember taking. and you, with your heart racing against your ribs so hard that it scars itself with blue and purple bruises, you’re terrified. you’re terrified of heights, of blue waters that run to the deepest parts of the earth and what they don’t show to you. you’re afraid of the heat that comes from a blazing fire and the embers that fly from it on red hazes. it’s the fear of that unpredictability that keeps you away, the fear of being burned and left for dead that leaves you feeling as if you’re walking on egg shells around him.

to you, he’s a variable that you can’t ever be prepared for. a step added to a dance you’d already learned by heart, he messes up your rhythm and throws off your tempo until the melody becomes something you can’t recognize anymore. he leaves you guessing about what comes next — it’s like a game of roulette that he’d dragged you into by a thin chord, wrapped so tightly around your throat that it makes it hard for you to breathe. you hate the feeling of it, hate the way he so easily turned your world on its head and cast the familiarity of monochrome into a scenery of blinding colour.

you’re pouting, a frown etched across your lips as you methodically stir over your pot, head cocked to the side and one hand resting akimbo on your hip. it’d been well over 30 minutes since you’d started boiling the ingredients over a low flame, and you were beginning to tire from stirring constantly; your arm ached and your shoulders were beginning to feel stiff as you tried rolling them to relieve some of the tension. frustration makes a loud groan slip from your lips as you throw your head back. normally, you’d consider yourself a patient person, yet that very same patience was beginning to run as thin as the liquid that should have been thickening by now. you couldn’t understand why it was taking so long, however. you’d done everything by the book! mixed each ingredient in the order that it’d said to, set the flame on the right level, measured everything correctly, so what was wrong?

you hear a snort come from somewhere behind you, but you don’t turn yourself to look at the red-headed male who sits comfortably atop the other side of your counter, well intent to ignoring him. you had neither the time nor the energy to entertain him right now, but your companion didn’t seem to understand that from the cold shoulder you’d been giving him ever since you two began working on your project together.

“you know you don’t have to keep stirring it, right?” tendou hums between bites of chocolate that slightly muffle his words. you don’t see the way his eyes close and his smile widens on delight for the sweet flavour that melts on his tongue. “you can leave it for about a minute before you have to check up on it again.”

you stubbornly roll your eyes, a huff coming from under your breath that disturbs the strand of hair dangling in front of your face. “that’s not what the book says.” your voice comes out evenly, though there’s nothing you do to cut the edge from your tone as you sigh immediately after. the frown on your lips only deepens with the next few seconds that pass you by.

“and that book was released in 2015.”

it’s invasive in its arrival, the question of why that spits on bitterness and undiluted anger. why were you so unlucky to have been paired up with the one person you couldn’t bear to be around? he was everything that dug under your skin, the symbol of chaos in a place where you’d rather solace and routine. he stands on the opposite end of the colour spectrum; where your life molds with deep purples and blues of a dark midnight, he’s the flaming oranges and reds of a burning sunset. your worlds meet on a collision, a burst of light that would consume entire dimensions and leave nothing but bones and ashes in its wake.

there’s a pettiness in your hatred for him, a one-sided scorn that bears its fangs on dark poisons that trip like ink. it tells its tale of irrationality in your law of reason, and, you consider, perhaps that was why you hated tendou. perhaps it was the way his voice could so easily insight the burning taste of anger and annoyance on the back of your tongue, where it forms on a large ball that stops inside your throat and makes it hard to breathe without feeling as if you would implode. it’s something you can’t understand, but you despise the feeling it leaves you with when your eyes meet his.

hot, as if you’d been cast into the open arms of hell.

“well,” you force behind gritted teeth, hearing the noise of them grinding in the back of your head. “i’m gonna stick to what the book says until it gets revised.”

there’s absolutely no reason for you to be so insistent on something that’s clearly not working, you know that. you’re sure tendou is thinking the same, if the long, drawn out sigh he lets out is anything to go by. it isn’t difficult to imagine his expression, lips pursed together, brows furrowed as his narrowed eyes burn holes into your skin. you’re not sure what exactly is pushing you to be so stubborn, but you blindly let it control your thoughts; you run on impulse and immature decisions that have no place in your life.

a silence blends with the sounds of your bubbling pot when he doesn’t respond, insighting an urge to glance around and see why he’d suddenly stopped talking that you force away from your mind. the quiet would give you some semblance of peace, you consider decisively: if he’s decided he would no longer disturb you with pointless musings, then what reason would you have to complain?

there’s a touch on your shoulder that causes your heart to latch inside your throat and rushes on uneven beats of a two-second fright that has you freezing on yourself. on instinct, your body turns to meet red eyes and a bemused grin as tendou’s fingers wrap around your wrist, catching the hand that held the mixing spatula you’d been using in your pot. “relax, will you?” he murmurs, a chuckle on his breath — the taste of his mint breath clouds your mind like a ghostly fragrance — as he pries the instrument from between your clenched fist. with narrowed eyes and your guard put up on a weak barrier, you watch closely as he gently sets the spatula against the counter before he finally releases your arm; it falls lifelessly to your side while the feeling of being burned slowly spreads across your skin. “just trust me on this.”

there’s a hidden promise on his voice, a teasing grin that pulls at his lips and leaves your curiosity ignited on hesitance and uncertainty. you glance at your still bubbling pot, though your gaze isn’t allowed to linger for long as tendou shoves his face into your line of sight with a light chime of “ah-ah-ah.” it was as if he was scolding a child, the thought quickly comes and goes before you can dwell on it — there’s not much chance for you to think about it when tendou’s steering you to your island counter by your shoulders. “sit down for a sec, alright?”

a scowl forms on your lips as he shoves you down into a seat, and you open your mouth to protest when you’re suddenly pacified by the sweet taste on your tongue. slowly, you begin chewing, letting the confusion you feel be washed away by the quickly melting chocolate that fills you with a sense of appreciation.

“better?”

it’s reluctant, but you give the red haired boy a nod and a small smile, all which he returns with his familiar grin. “i set a timer for one minute,” he informs you, lifting his phone screen to show the seconds counting down from 50. his actions are carefree and relaxed, with his arm resting on the edge of the chair and one of his legs folded beneath him, red hair tousled and flopping over his forehead just like he wears it on campus. he’s attractive, you won’t deny, though you wouldn’t let yourself ever say it out loud. helplessly, you sigh, your shoulders dropping to release the tension from standing for so long and you lift a hand to sheepishly run over your neck as you avoid his gaze.

“fine…”

tendou’s smile widens as soon as you relent, a pleased hum leaves him as he further leans back into the chair. “so,” he begins on a cheerful tone, and your eyes curiously watch him as he opens conversation. “what’re your plans after you finish the course?”

a short moment passes you by where you glance away from him, eyes drifting to the pot on your worry. was it really okay to leave it alone? “uh,” you mutter out on your distracted tone before you center yourself. you take a deep breath and let it out on a soft puff that has your cheeks pushing out slightly before you give your answer. “i wanna open up a coffeeshop.”

“oh?” when you meet tendou’s gaze, there’s a spark of interest in them, a sheen of gold that lights vermillion red on the afternoon sun. it causes you to become self-conscious suddenly, your hands tangle together in your lap as you avert your eyes almost as quickly as they’d met his.

“yeah,” you affirm softly. “i’ve always thought that it’d be nice, you know? and i’d be able to relax in a place like that.”

another hum comes from the man next to you, a low sound that dwells on pondering as he takes in your response. “you do seem like the kind of person who would work in a coffeeshop.” he muses, and his word leaves your mind on pause as the alarm goes off, the soft ringing of a song you don’t know disrupting your thoughts and prompting you to stand up. however, there’s a hand on your shoulder that hurriedly pushes you down before you’re at your full height. “no,no—” tendou urges you, “i’ll do it, you just sit there and rest.”

you’re not given the chance to argue as he breezily saunters over to your stove, reaching for the spatula while humming that same song from his alarm. it’s not one you’ve heard before, and it’s another thing that leaves you curious as you watch him stir over the bubbling liquid. you notice the way he holds his hand at a weird angle that leaves his elbow jutting out, the way his tall frame has to hunch as if to see the contents better. doesn’t he wear glasses? you’re lost on the thought as you try and recall whether or not you’d seen him wear a pair before. when he turns back to you, his smile is wide and triumphant, a show of all teeth as he moves himself to the side and just barely tilts the pot with his free hand. “would’ja look at that?” he sings, a telling smugness to his tone as he looks at you. you have to lean over the island counter to see the white liquid has thickened considerably more than when you’d been stirring it. “told you to just let it sit for a while and it’d do it’s own thing!”

unable to help the smile that spreads across your lips, you huff and wave a hand across your face in dismissal, harmlessly rolling your eyes at him. “alright, no need to rub it in now,” you chide as he replaces the pot and skips over to your side, large steps that have him swinging his arms back and forth like an excited child. there’s no hiding the glee in his expression when he sits down again and immediately turns to face you, as if he was waiting for you to admit something. and maybe that’s what he was waiting for, but you’re still stubborn when it comes to him, so you only turn your eyes away from him and cross your arms with a false pout. “just set the timer again, will you?” you grumble, and you’re rewarded with laughter that rang as pure and innocent as the sound of trickling water. it leaves you stunned for a moment, echoes in your mind and finds a home inside your chest so that it plays back for you to hear. it’s a beautiful sound, you think; there’s a part of you that wants to hear more. it horrifies you.

“what about you?” you shake your head as you lean your elbows on top of the counter top, eyes focused on your fingers wrapping around one another rather than to meet vermillion red. the cool feeling of the marble does very little to ease the warmth coursing beneath your skin. “what’re your plans after finishing the course?”

tendou’s laughter dies down like the wind comes to a pause, where the leaves stop rustling on an easy rest as he sighs long and full, his chest rising with the action as he leans backward ever so slightly. “i was thinking of making chocolate,” he tells, tilting his head and lending his gaze to the scenery outside your window. it gives you the courage to look back at him, at the sight of his figure bathed in sunlight where the gold bounces off his skin like a gem. with his expression set on pensive and his eyes bearing a wandering glint, he looks nearly ethereal inside your kitchen, a picture of immortality that you’ve never bothered to look at before now. he glows under a melting light, the picture of him robs you of air and leaves you gasping, desperate for your blood to start flowing the way it had before.

it’s when his eyes find yours that you relearn how to breathe.

his gaze is half-lidded, touched by a visual of content that makes him look at peace, nearly drowsy as his hand supports the weight of his head. the smile on his lips is slight, the kind that quirks the corners of your lips and tells you a story of effortless charm.

“is there any particular reason?” you hate that your voice comes out weak, that it breaks on it’s departure and tumbles out of your lips like white feathers flutter from the sky. the onslaught of emotion leaves you reeling, your center of gravity cast from your body and you struggle to find your footing over uneven ground, all while he watches you, red eyes picking you apart and leaving bear to him the parts of yourself you’ve never seen. a boyish smile settles over his lips as he turns his head to fully face you, leaning forward ever so slightly, but it’s enough so that you’re once again able to taste peppermint on his breath. it washes over your skin like an autumn wind, leaves a chill that reminds you of the first signs of snow on the throws of a mid-summer’s heat.

“not really,” he confesses with a shrug, carefree and unbothered while he leaves you as the perfect image of flustered. his voice is low, like a whisper. it’s hushed, and you’re able to hear something of a sigh on his words that leaves you to wonder about the way the sunlight reflects off of pools of red, how the golden hue makes them appear like the butterscotch candies you’d snack on between classes. “i just… like sweet things.”

“oh.”

you’re reminded of the taste of caramel when you think of tendou. it comes as a surprise when you take the first bite into a chocolate bar, an unexpected drop of golden sweetness that makes you pause for, if only, just a second to properly let its flavour spread across your tongue. he’s the warmth of sunset that embraces your body, the feeling of the waves that brush against your toes, the sand that fills with water and wraps around your feet. you’re left on the shoreline to watch in awe as flames of orange and red dance on the ocean’s surface, where the blazes and embers of a passion unimaginable to your midnight moon leave traces of ethereal gold in its wake.

there’s a sudden thought that invades your mind, slow like molasses and just as bittersweet; you want to sink beneath those burning waters, to let them cover you from head to toe and consume all that you are. until your heart learns his melody and your body falls to his tune.

there’s a part of you that yearns after satori tendou, and the realization if it scares you.

you’re the first to look away when the timer sounds once more, your face burns and you purse your lips together while your hands tangle together on your lap. beside you, tendou arises wordlessly to saunter over to the pot, humming once more to the tune that continues to play from his phone. it doesn’t sound like a typical alarm, and it leaves you intrigued by it’s upbeat melody. “what song is that?” you curse the way your voice breaks, clearing your throat and hoping that he didn’t pick up on it. why were you suddenly becoming such a mess?

tendou answers you a bit distractedly while he tilts the pot from side to side, his head cocked in contemplation and his expression pensive. “it’s called circus,” he glances at you from over his shoulder and uses his free hand to gesture you forward before reaching for the pair of yellow, sunflower-themed muffins you left to sit close-by. “bring the chocolate for me, would’ja?” you meet him just as he’s moving your pot to sit on your counter, the plate of chopped up chocolate bits in your hand while he moves to the side to let you dump them into the mixture. “i found it on this playlist from youtube and i kinda got obsessed with it.”

you take in his words over the light-hearted melody that plays from his phone, enjoying the sound of it before it cuts off and sets to snooze since tendou hadn’t turned it off. it leaves you wanting to hear more, and you wish it would have played on for a little bit longer as you set the plate to the side. “can i look it up?” you ask; the thought that it was silly to ask for his permission rings in your head before you can stop it, and you feel your face heating up when he looks up from mixing the chocolate to you, his eyes alight with amusement and his smile teasing.

“go ahead,” he chuckles, giving his attention back to the pot after casually waving a hand in the air. “mind bringing me the setting tray?”

it doesn’t take you too long to open up the youtube app, your fingers typing in the name of the song before you pause and glance over to your partner. “is it the one by showmore?”

“yup!”

soon, the familiar intro bleeds into your kitchen space, filling up the absence of conversation between you and tendou as he bobs his head along to its sound. you’re left to lean against the counter, your hands folded beneath you while he pours out your chocolate mixture into the little cube shapes in the tray. what you feel is a comfort, a type of quiet happiness that calms your breath on the sound of drums and the piano that blends with the singer’s voice. “it sounds nice,” you mutter quietly, unable to help the way your head nods in time to the melody.

tendou shoots you an excited smile. “it does, right?? i’ve been listening to it nonstop ever since i found it.” his enthusiasm draws a laugh from you, a grin stretches across your face as you watch him sway side to side. it’s an adorable picture of him dancing and smiling so brightly, and when he looks up at you with excitement in his eyes, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“wanna dance?”

“huh?”

the question catches you off guard, leaves you to stare wide-eyed at his back as he pops the tray into the freezer before turning back to face you. his grin widens and becomes almost teasing when he sees your stunned expression. “c’mere!” he urges you with an eagerness, his hand waving you over.

“tendou, i—” you avert your gaze, feeling your skin warm up once more as you murmur your answer. “i can’t dance…”

he makes his way over to you in a sequence of movements you can’t hope to describe — it’s almost like a prance, where his steps are exaggerated and his shoulders lift up in a kind of rocking motion while he’s snapping his fingers to the beat. “that’s fine!” he grins at you just as he reaches out for your hand, pulls you to your feet and coaxes you from behind your island counter. “i can’t either!”

for a moment, you’re caught between amused and hopelessly confused while the man before you lifts your arms like wet spaghetti, letting him swing them between your bodies as if you were a puppet, and he the puppeteer. he’s beaming at you so widely that it’s almost ridiculous, but he seems so vivid and joyous while he maneuvers your limbs, and it causes broad laughter to bubble up from your chest as your body doubles over. it’s a pure, weightless type of laughter that leaves you, like the chiming of bells on the summer wind. it echoes over the music, and when tendou joins in with you, there arises between you both a new kind of song, whose story is found at the evening time when the world holds her breath. it’s a harmony that’s carefree, like the fall from an ocean cliff, like the breath that vanishes from your lungs and cries on laughter beneath the blue sky. it’s the feeling of your fears melting, and when your body finally plunges between those fireset waves, you’re wondering why you were scared in the first place.

“that’s it!!” the excitement in tendou’s voice is infectious, his smile as bright as the sun itself when your fingers intertwine with his and your body finally moves on its own. here begins a dance between you two where he pulls you in closer, and when you pull away, your hands remain intertwined. an irresistible force that you can’t help being drawn to, that spins you around his fingers and wraps you in his arms, all while eyes of the sweetest sunset promise you gold on your midnight sky. the feeling inside your chest is warm, sets through your body like a quiet buzz and it leaves you wanting more, so that the yearning you feel would only ever be satisfied by him.

your hand in his feels like a slow burning flame, and as the both of you are laughing with a song you create with each other, you realize that you’re no longer afraid of its heat.

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themattgirl · 3 years

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Hiii, I was wondering if you could please do another part to breathless? I would like to see where she confronts the friend please?

Hii, I‘m sorry that this came so late. The past year has been shit and I just couldn’t motivate myself to write anything because i knew it’d be something depressing and I didn’t want to do that because that would result in me being even more depressed sooo anyway... I‘m finally back and ready to deliver. Enjoy, my lovelies! ✨

Please read Breathless first to understand this if you haven’t already.

Relentless

Sequel to Breathless

Right in front of the door a white Tesla is waiting for Y/N. The guy sitting behind the steering wheel is looking out of the rolled down window with a cigarette between his index and middle finger, facing the street opposite Y/N’s and her boyfriend’s living place. He jumps in shock when he turns his head to face the person who cleared their throat only to find Harry standing there bent down and looking down at the smoker.

“This spot isn’t for you to park your car in, sorry.” Harry speaks after the boy’s face doesn’t look like he just saw a ghost anymore.

“I was waiting for her actually,” he tells him a little nervous and points to Y/N behind Harry. “We’ll get lost in a sec, c’mon babe, get in.”

Harry turns around and looks at her just so the guy doesn’t see the smirk he can’t keep at bay. Y/N hides hers by licking her lips. Harry faces forward again, but points over his shoulder with his thumb. “Oh, you mean Y/N? Why would she get in your car? How do you know her?” he asks questions he knows the answers well enough to.

“We’ve been friends since forever. We were gonna hang out today, but I don’t understand how that would be any of your business.”

“Ah, sorry, yes. You don’t know me. Let me introduce myself.”

Harry walks around the front of the car to the passenger side, Y/N right on his heels. He opens the car door and slides himself into the seat, not shutting the door yet, but holding his hand out for the boy to shake. “I’m Harry Styles,” he puts on a smile that shows his dimples while Y/N climbs onto his lap, now straddling him.

She cups Harry’s face and turns it so he faces her and leans down to lock their lips. It was just a simple kiss, lips meeting lips.

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Harry tells him, the smile turning into a mischievous smirk when he feels his girlfriend’s lips on his neck. “Who are you?” he keeps talking as if Y/N isn’t sucking a hickey right below his ear.

“I-I didn’t... uhh. Woah, s-sorry I–” the boy stammers with wide eyes, his cigarette long fallen from between his fingers to the ground out of the window. Y/N doesn’t seem to care about anything he has to say, because after kissing the dark red spot on Harry’s jaw better, she grabs his face and turns his head to her again so she can connect their lips again. This time she uses her tongue, too. It’s not a simple kiss anymore, they are full on making out in the car of someone who only came because he expected to have his dick sucked in the next 20 minutes.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, I was told you give head for free,” the poor boy seems very confused.

Y/N separates herself from Harry and faces the third wheeler, “I do, but that deal only applies to that one here, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” Harry laughs.

“He’s right, I’m really not sorry at all.”

“Wait, so–” The guy starts but cuts himself off to think before deciding to speak again. “So, does that mean I’d have to pay? How much–”

This time it’s Harry who interrupts his talking, “No, you prick. It means the only dick she swallows is mine.”

He has been friendly throughout this whole exchange, but this is the moment he was waiting for so patiently. The moment this scumbag proves he is a scumbag. How dare he assume that precious Y/N would seriously do anything with him, that she would want to do it with him? How does he translate her sitting on Harry Styles’ lap, making out with him, giving him hickeys and even saying she doesn’t do whatever he heard she does into it meaning she’d suck his little thing for a ridiculous amount of money?

His stupid question got Y/N just as mad, he can see it in her face and hear it through the way her breathing changed. And as much as Harry wants to just punch that wanker in the face and cut the top of his head off to check if there’s a brain inside, he promised Y/N he’d let her handle it herself. She didn’t tell him what she was thinking of doing though, so he’s curious to see what her crazy mind came up with this time. He is also kind of apprehensive because he knows when Y/N gets mad, she gets mad mad. And to see the put on guilty look on her face already meant trouble for the tosser in the driver’s seat.

“The only person whose dick I take into my mouth is Harry’s and honestly it’s more than enough for me. He’s quite big, you know? He fills me out completely and not only my mouth, you should see us fuck. Oof. Look, I don’t usually have to gag from anything but sometimes when he’s fucking my mouth it just happens. I gag around him and I can’t help it, it’s just too much sometimes. Do you think your little friend would make me gag?” She speaks lowly, but somehow still sounds innocent in a way. Harry squeezes her hips in question after that last sentence but Y/N rubs his cheek with her thumb as a way of telling him she knows what she’s doing. He trusts her enough to relax again. She continues.

“Hm, we can’t check that obviously. But do you think I’d be overwhelmed if we tried? Imagine my lips wrapped around your cock, my hands gripping your thighs-” she places one hand on his thigh, “-because I can’t keep my balance from how hard you’d fuck my mouth. And tears starting to make my vision swimmy because you keep hitting the back of my throat with the head of your dick. Would I gag? Oh gosh, the imagination is starting to make me wet.” She starts rubbing his thigh, very close to his crotch but not quite where he needs her hand to be.

“I wish I was in a bed right now, getting fucked. Sex with Harry is incredible, he’s very good in bed. Are you? Do you think you’d hit all my right spots? Well, Harry knows everything about me already so I guess it’d be unfair to compare, right? In fact, he knows me so well he can make me cum with his fingers in only fife minutes. Oh and one time – actually, it was more than once – it took him only seven minutes with his tongue on my pussy to get me there. It was phenomenal. God, I remember how hard I came. I doubt you could do that to me but I bet I could bring you to cloud nine really fast.” She hears his breath picking up and getting heavier.

“I won’t do anything with you obviously, but still. I know I could. Oh my God, maybe you could watch? Wouldn’t that be nice too? Me and The Harry Styles getting each other to cum multiple times? Do you like it soft or rough? You look like someone who likes rough sex. Maybe you could watch Harry tie me up and fuck me until I’m screaming. Or would you rather enjoy it if we’d tie you to a chair and make you watch us doing all the things you wish you could do. Yeah, you’d like that, huh?”

Finally, when Y/N looks down on his lap she sees the bulge in his jeans and retrieves her hand from his thigh. She leans more into him and notices his eyes fluttering shut. When her mouth hovers in front of his ear she whispers, “Go get yourself someone else to take care of your little problem here because I surely won’t.”

She pulls back, pecks Harry’s lips once and gets off his lap and out of the car. Harry throws in a quick “It was nice meeting you” and hurries after Y/N who is already walking in the direction of her own car.

Once he catches up to her and they both get in the car, he waits until she drives off before he speaks.

“What the fuck was that?”

Y/N knows he isn’t mad, but she can hear how thrown off he is. He certainly did not expect this.

“Got him hard and left him to go home with blue balls. Good, huh?” she smiles, but doesn’t take her eyes off of the road.

Harry is silent for a few long seconds, which worries her a little, but then he laughs out loud, even throwing his head back and clapping his hands twice. “Amazing!”

Y/N relaxes and chuckles along with him.

“You said you were getting wet, though. Were you?” he asks when the laughter dies down.

“Ew, no. Are you crazy? I probably would have if it wasn’t for him being there and me bringing up his dick throughout the whole... story.”

“Yeah, same.” Harry agrees.

“You would’ve been hard from what I said?” Y/N smirks and glances at him for only a second before watching the road again.

“Shut up,” he laughs. “Where’re we going?”

“Kickin’ ass.”

Once in Y/N’s ex-best-friend’s dorm room, their mood changes completely. The first thing they see is a poster on the wall next to the small single bed with a shirtless Harry Styles on it.

“Oh God,” Harry murmurs behind his girlfriend.

“What are you doing here?” Jade, the owner of the room asks.

“You hang up a poster of my boyfriend right after I move out?” Y/N ignores her question and throws in one of her own instead.

“Not a poster of your boyfriend. A poster of Harry Styles, the singer I have liked ever since I discovered music.” Jade tries to explain.

“The singer who happens to be my boyfriend. And it’s a shirtless picture, for fuck’s sake. If it was anyone else’s room I wouldn’t care to look twice and laugh about it. But the facts it’s you just makes it weird.”

“It’s not weird, it–” Y/N cuts off whatever bullshit Jade was about to say.

“It is weird and you know it. Or else you wouldn’t have waited until I was gone to hang it up.”

“Why are you here anyway?” She asks when she fails to think of something to say to Y/N’s fact.

“Get the rumours out of the world,” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest while demanding it, Harry doing the same behind her.

“Or what?” Jade has the audacity to ask.

“You don’t want to risk finding it out. Do what I said.”

“I’m not scared of you, princess. And how would I even do that anyway?”

“The same way you started it, princess. I don’t care how you do it. Go on, I’ll wait here until it’s done.” she leans back against Harry who is quick to wrap his arms around her from behind.

“If so then you can move back in, ‘cause I won’t be doing shit. It’s your problem, not mine.”

“Oh, is that so?” Y/N smiles devilishly. That’s exactly how she expected this conversation to go. Honestly, she hoped it would.

She walks further into the room and sits down on the chair by the desk, Harry behind her with his hands on her shoulders and Jade’s open laptop in front of her. She closes all the open tabs – and if there was an unsaved 28k word document then oops – before opening Twitter. Luckily Jade was logged in, just like she expected.

“I wanted to give you the chance to choose what you want to say to clear things up, but it looks like I’m gonna have to do it myself. And it’s gonna end up bad. For you, obviously.” she chuckles quietly before she starts typing away on the keyboard of the laptop in front of her and reads word for word out loud for Jade to hear.

“Get your hands off my stuff!” Jade steps forward to try and stop Y/N but Harry quickly gets in the way. He doesn’t even have to touch her, all he does is block her way to Y/N.

Y/N types and reads, “Hello dear twitties.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ridiculous, right? That’s how she starts off every single one of her Tweets,” Y/N laughs with him. “Anyway, how should I start this?”

Jade tries to get a word in but Harry speaks over her. “Make her admit she’s a liar and make her sound like a crazy bitch.”

“Mmh, I like that,” Y/N turns her head and smiles up at him, “Gimme a kiss.”

Harry leans down with a smile and does so.

Y/N faces the laptop again and starts typing, “I’m sure you all remember my post about Y/N giving BJs on campus for free. This is embarrassing to admit, but it was a lie. So I would like to apologise to her and to all of the guys who got turned down by her because of that lie. I have some good news for you, though. I did it because I wanted to see if there would actually be people contacting her and now that I’ve seen it work, I’d like to announce that I’m taking her place. I’ll be the one to suck you off. Please leave her alone and call me instead.”

“Wait, I’ll give you her phone number,” Harry suggests and fishes Y/N’s phone out of her jeans. Once the number is typed beneath the text she clicks the Tweet button so it’s for everyone to see. Then she closes everything again, but before she can shut the laptop, the picture Jade has saved as her screen wallpaper catches her eye. Not only is it a picture of Harry, but one where she herself is edited into it so it looks like he is kissing her cheek.

“Alright, this is getting too weird. C’mon babe, let’s get outta here.” Harry pulls Y/N up off the chair and leads her out of the room.

“This is a joke, right? She can’t be that sick,” Y/N murmurs more to herself than to anyone else.

“Let’s just go get you a new phone number, please.”

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hiddennerdworld · 3 years

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Homesick (pt 4) with Hanta Sero

Note: This is a long one 😅 sorry I just love him. This is probably the last one of the ‘series’. I hope to do some more fluffy stuff like it tho. Also, I absolutely adore the idea of Latin Sero but didn’t know how to write it in, so we’re just gonna pretend lmao. And sorry for the abrupt ending. Still hope you enjoy it :) (I added a little reference to one of my favorite songs too ;) )

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The best place to just sit in think is outside staring at the stars. That happened to be exactly where you were. On the roof of the dorms just looking at the stars while you’re laying on the ground. It was a beautiful fall night with a little breeze and the smell of autumn in the air. The sky was crystal clear and you could see tons of stars twinkling back to you. Most may find this a relaxing situation to be in, but you were definitely not relaxed. You had this little pit in your stomach ever since you moved into the dorms and couldn’t quite describe what it was. Being outside was better than just lying in bed, at least here there’s a beautiful view, but its presence was still lingering. While fighting with yourself on whether you should try to think it through or try to ignore the feeling, you heard the roof door opened. You quickly sit up and look over to see Sero.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” He said while rubbing the back of his neck not sure what to say at first. But after looking around for a bit, he collected himself and stepped forward. “Sorry I wasn’t expecting to see anyone up here. I definitely wasn’t expecting to see such a beautiful babe such as yourself.” He said jokingly and started moving his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help but blush and giggle at his goofy nature. You always did. Whenever you would be hanging out with your close friend Mina and her friends, you laughed at Sero’s jokes everytime. Even if they were bad, there’s just something about the smiley boy.

“Yea? Well, what were expecting then, pretty boy?” You also found it easy to banter with Sero. It could be awkward at times but it never mattered.

“Just an empty roof and a starry sky, but it looks like tonight I get an extra treat. Can I sit with you?” You nodded and then he took a seat next to you. “What’re you doing up? I thought everyone turned in for the night.”

“Ah, you may have thought that, but you see I’m not like everyone else. My brain doesn’t allow me to sleep. At least recently.” You said while pointing at your head.

“Can I ask why’s that?” He asked softly.

You shrug. “I honestly don’t know. I’ve just had weird vibes ever since we moved in.”

Sero lit up and said “Dude, I totally know what you mean!” He then calmed down and continued, “Sorry, I just thought I was the only one. It’s just so different ya know?” He asked lying down to look at the stars and you did the same.

“Different from living at home? Yea I know exactly what you’re talking about. I thought it would be a lot more normal.”

“I didn’t know what to think really. I was excited about getting to see my friends everyday. Believe me I still am, but a part of me is missing. I actually came up here to swing around. Maybe get rid of this empty feeling.”

You turn towards him “Really?”

He looks back at you and nods. “Yep, but this is much more relaxing don’t ya think?” He said as he looked back up at the beautiful night sky. You hummed in agreement. The both of you just sat in silence for a bit until Sero broke it with telling you about his family. He told you about how he would watch soccer and baseball with his dad and telenovelas with his mom. You told him about how you and your siblings would play Mario Kart.

You guys kept going for who knows how long. Laying on the cold, hard concrete ground, but didn’t pay any mind to it. You were both to busy laughing and being deeply ingrained in conversation. Time had been frozen and the weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay like that for long. As the night went on, it the temperature dropped a lot. You had your arms wrapped around you, but didn’t really notice. However, Sero did notice and didn’t like the idea of you being cold. He sat up and asked “Hey, why don’t we go back to my dorm and we can get more comfortable?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him.

He just laughed and replied, “Not like that, but it’s funny to see that’s where your mind went. I just meant we can continue to chill in a place where it is not so chill so maybe you can warm up. I’ll take the hammock and you can lay down on my bed if you want.” You agreed and went to his room.

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It was a challenge to stay quiet on the way there. You didn’t want to wake your friends at such a late hour BUT you and Sero found everything 100 times funnier when you had to remain quiet. The walk consisted of you two giving each other looks, snickering, and then shushing each other. It just looped until you eventually got to his dorm. The fun didn’t stop there though. Once you got to his dorm, you tried multiple times to get into his hammock and fell out each time causing the two of you to cry laughing. Was it sleep deprivation or just the way you two made each other? Both, the answer is both.

Soon though you both calmed down. You got comfortable in his bed, already wearing your PJs from earlier. And Sero was swaying in the hammock while his music played quietly in the background. You guys continued to talk and talk. At times you got deep and others you would talk about complete nonsense. However, you both started to slowly drift off at around 4 in the morning, not even processing what the other was saying. So you decided to call it a night.

“I can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. I should probably go back to my dorm. Goodnight, Sero.” You said in a hushed tone while slowly getting out of bed.

“No, you don’t gotta go. Just stay in the bed. It’s late and I don’t wanna make you walk allllll the way back to your place.” He totally sounded out of it. There was a sleepiness in his voice.

“I think I can manage the walk down the hallway and then to my bed. I don’t wanna make you sleep in the hammock.” You said but you weren’t even sitting up yet. Just propping yourself up on your elbow as you continued to lay in bed.

“Pfff don’t worry about it,” Sero said using his hand to swat away your concern. “I have slept in this baby more times than I can count. I probably can’t even get out of it at this point anyway. Just stay here and we can make it a fun sleepover night.”

You went back to getting comfortable in his bed. “Well if you put it like that. For real though, if you get uncomfortable let me know. There’s plenty of room here if you’re okay sharing.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Sweets. Sleep well, Y/N”

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The next morning you woke up in a strange place. It took you a few seconds to remember you had fallen asleep in Sero’s room when you inhaled the scent of the incense he had in his room. It was weird not being in your room. It was even weirder was that you felt a weight on your side. You turn to look over and see Sero holding onto you. You never thought he would actually take you up on your offer. Seeing him there made your heart warm and a pink blush rushed to your cheeks.

As you were about to go back to the position you were in Sero stirred awake and moved back a little, not knowing that he decided to get so close in his sleep. It leaves you with a little disappointment, but you’re still happy just being around him. “Good morning, hun.” He said in the middle of stretching and yawning. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty great thanks to you. I definitely wouldn’t have gotten much sleep if you weren’t so sweet and let me talk your ears off.”

A little smile grew on his face. “Hey, I can’t take all the credit. You did the same for me. If you weren’t here I’d just be talking to a wall and they’re no fun.”

His smirk grew head hearing you giggle at his jokes. “Yea last night was pretty fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yea, it was,” Sero said and then sighed while flipping over to look at the ceiling. He rested his head on his hand and had his other arm lying across his stomach. He seemed tense. On the outside, he looked totally relaxed still because that’s just how he is, but you can tell something is off.

“You alright?” You asked leaning closer to see his face.

He sat there for a sec thinking. “Yea, yea it’s just... last night got me thinking.” He paused again seemingly trying to find what he wanted to say. You just looked at him with kind eyes ready to hear him out. “Y/N, I really like you.” He turned to you then scoffed, “Well I mean I haven’t really been hiding it from you, but I’ve never said it straight up either. To be honest, I wasn’t sure about it. I just thought it was a little crush and I didn’t wanna scare you off because we were just becoming friends and just moved into the dorms.” He placed his hand on yours, making you blush, and then continued. “But last night was the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I’m not depressed all the time or anything, it’s just different with you. I didn’t want it to end, which is why I asked you to stay. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same. I don’t wanna weird you out, but I think you do. Things between us are just so natural and I’ve never felt awkward with you. You must feel it too, right?” He finished his speech staring at you with pleading eyes.

“Sero, I-“

“Oh no!” He flipped over and covered his face “I knew it! I’m so s-“

You just grabbed his face and turned it towards you. “Will you let me finish, you dork? Of course, I feel it too. It’s weird but you’re the closest friend I’ve had since we got to UA, hell maybe the closest friend I’ve had in a long time, even though we haven’t been talking for long. You make me really happy, so yeah I like you too, Sero.”

“Really?!” You nodded in response and his shocked face turned into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him, which is saying a lot. He grabbed you and you let out a little yelp. He pulled you on top of him and gave you a big hug. “You have no idea how happy I am.” He said as he rested his head on yours.

“I think I do. I can see it all over your face.” You said as you looked up and squished his cheeks.

Sero grabbed your hands of his face and intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yea but I still don’t think you reeeeally know. Could I show you?” He asked as he slowly brought his hand to cup your cheek, running his thumb across your bottom lip.

You managed to whisper a “yes please” and were then met with his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle and sweet. It took a second but you guys both melted into the kiss, cherishing the moment together. It only lasted a few seconds but it left you with more butterflies in your stomach then you’ve ever felt before. You both pulled away and looked each other in the eyes leading you to giggle and hide your face in his chest. His arms returned to your waist and gave you a small kiss on the top of your head. “So I guess you know now.”

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BONUS: You were suddenly awoken by running muffled footsteps and a banging on the door. Mina swings Sero’s door open and wakes you guys up from your nap.

“Hey, Sero have you seen Y/N? It’s like noon and I can’t find-“ her eyes bounce between you and him snuggling in bed.

“Oh.” She giggles and winces. “My bad! I didn’t know there was something goin on. I’ll leave you too it.” She said as she back up slowly and then dashes down the hall “GUYS YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!!!” You hear her voice and footsteps fade as she rushes to tell everyone.

Sero scoffed and flung his tape to close the door. Then he returned to cuddling you. You guys had some sleeping to catch up on.

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morgana-ren · 3 years

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I noticed youd said that you get more shiggy requests. So, if you'll indulge me for a sec.

We've had gatos input on how strade would be if the roles were reversed. Mc somehow had him under their control with the shock collar on.

I want your input because your writing is so detailed i know id enjoy reading what a submissive little bitch he'd become.

Please and thank you Morgana.

ily :3

Oh OH You know me so well! This is one of my favorite things to daydream about when I get angry or annoyed because since Strade is such a garbage human being, it tickles me so much to think about how cathartic it would be to turn the tables.

So as well all know, Strade, while very experienced, is not the brightest bulb in the box. He’s got years of know-how behind his expertise in kidnapping and torture, but there’s some shit that just kind of evades him sometimes. Double checking your ropes after he gets a little too excited and wants a dirty basement floor romp, for example. Thanks to his overexcitement and shit-idiot brain fungus he’s got going on, it’s entirely possible for you to slip your bonds. This mistake, in canon, costs him his life.

But what if MC wasn’t so kind?

With a level head, you might be able to scrounge around his torture room for a little bit. Maybe he has a needle with some knockout liquid hanging around for “difficult” catches. Maybe you just wait around behind the door until he walks in and smash him on the head as hard as you can and knock his ass out. Either way, he’s got plenty of restraints, and now he’s the one cuffed to a rusty pole. The look on his dumb face when he comes to is priceless.

You’re not making the same mistakes he did. He’s triple tied to that thing. You know he’s strong, and you’re playing on his home field. You’ve got to be prepared for everything. At least long enough to get upstairs and find help or call the police. Right? Right?

But what if you don’t?

What if, after he comes to and is sputtering and howling and hissing things at you in German that would make Lindemann blush, you decide not to go for help? He’s mad. He’s oh so very mad. He does not like this, not one bit. But he’s panicking beyond what you’d expect, even for a serial killer who’s been two-timed by his own victim. There’s something else in those dilated eyes. Something you’ve become very acutely familiar with over the last few days. You can still smell it lingering on you the same way it’s staining his shirt now.

Fear. He’s afraid. And not of death or capture.

I mean, he very well might be terrified of those things, but whatever it is he’s feeling right now is far overshadowing that. His face is red, and you can practically see the veins in his neck popping in rhythm with his thrumming heartbeat. He’s sweating extensively, and while that’s not uncommon for him, there’s not that macabre jolly smile plastered across his face. He’s baring his teeth and snapping at you like a feral hound, swearing to end your miserable life in a manner that would make the ghosts of his past shudder in horror for you.

You don’t put it past him to snap these ropes any second and wrap his hands so tightly around your neck that your eyes pop like overinflated balloons. Even if the cops show up and try to escort you to safety, there’s an unspoken darkness in his glare, something that promises pain in your future even if they manage to subdue him. A promise that you can’t guarantee yourself that he can’t keep.

It strikes you that you know nothing about this man.

Surely someone out there knows about this. Someone knows about him and his little hobby. Monsters run in packs and even if you can’t see them, you know they must be there. Best case scenario, they can’t have him spilling their secrets so they find a way to end his life before the police can. Worst case scenario? Worst case, they come for you.

You’ve seen enough Hollywood horror movies to know just how wrong it can go if justice is left to the authorities. You haven’t seen much of it, but this looks like a pretty nice house. If he has money, he can just buy his way out. Who is to say that he doesn’t already have a deal with the cops? Kidnapping people is risky business, especially when folks begin to notice that you’re gone. Surely he has some safety net?

What if he’s part of a network of psychopaths? There’s been enough late-night conspiracy youtube binges in your existence to know that shit like that is perfectly plausible. What if he’s just one of many? What if they have the pull to see him set free even after you’ve gone through the proper avenues to get him locked away? What if, one night, when you think he’s rotting in a 6 x 6 cement cell miles away from you, you wake up back here in this basement with even more Strades with different names and faces but each one shares the desire to see you ripped apart at the seams and devoured?

No. HELL no. You’re not going to be the cliche victim. He can bark and screech at you until his throat is sore and his gums bleed, but the plain and simple fact of the matter is that you have this monster on a leash, and you’re not about to hand that leash over to someone else.

How many people has he killed? How many have met their end in this godless basement? How many unsuspecting people has he dragged here only to take them apart piece by piece until their eyes glaze and their final breath moistens his cheek as he watches the light in their eyes extinguish? Do you even want to know? Would it make you feel better or worse to know that, at least for now, you’ve narrowly escaped such a fate?

You have to know.

His screaming turns fearful as you ascend the stairs. Again, not for fear of being caught, but because he already has been. It’s so odd to hear the phrase “Don’t leave me here!” from his quivering chest when he’s apparently in the place he values most, and there’s a sick sense of catharsis that settles in your gut as you listen to him begin to whimper and whine. You don’t let yourself dwell on it but you do slam the door behind you loudly enough that he will be forced to acknowledge that his pathetic pleas mean nothing to you.

His house is painfully average, at least for someone like him. He’s even got portraits up with what must be friends or family or someone that cares enough to pose for a cheesy photo with him. If you didn’t know better, you’d say an upstanding, if a little tacky, upper-middle class man lives here. The furniture is unremarkable and well cared for but lived in enough to not raise suspicion. His kitchen is filled with expensive appliances that might as well be fresh out of the box. His fridge, as expected, is filled with beer and various quick meals. Not much of a cook, you guess.

The car sitting in the garage costs in the six digit range and looks like it’s the most beloved thing in the entire area. It reeks of Armor All and disinfectant, and you’re willing to bet that if he was so inclined, he could put it on a showroom floor right now. He’s got tools and cables of all sorts thrown about, but not the kind you’ve gotten so used to. Maybe he actually does use them for their intended purpose sometimes.

As you walk the length of his home, you notice a distinct lack of screaming. You can’t hear anything, not even a peep from the basement, and you are very certain he’s crying up a storm down there. Interesting. He’s go this place sound proofed. You’re not sure what you’d expected, but it’s good information to have regardless.

After you’ve sated your curiosity by observing the dragon’s den, you make your way to the upper level. He’s probably not foolish enough to leave any sort of evidence behind where friends and neighbors can see it, so whatever it is you’re looking for is going to be somewhere a little bit more personal. Perhaps like a bedroom?

Bingo.

His bedroom, much like the rest of his house, looks about what you’d expect. King sized bed, wooden dresser with a TV and player on top, and a desk beneath the window. Sliding closet doors with all manner of free range dad apparel inside, and honestly, it’s the closest you’ve been to laughing since you got here. He would wear cargo shorts and plaid, wouldn’t he? A scrounge through the drawers of his dresser and closet reveal nothing remarkable, but you’re willing to bet your injured thigh that there’s something special in the desk.

Just like you’d expect, the desk is locked, but you’d noticed a pair of keys sitting willy-nilly out in the living room and you’d picked them up. About 7 key changes later and the desk pops open for you like a cheap whore. He really isn’t too bright, is he? Or maybe he just wasn’t expecting this to ever be a problem. Either way, you’re grateful he’s a moron.

Inside the drawer seems to be loads of DVDs, unmarked except for dates. It feels like you’re the unprepared cop in a serial killer movie as you look down at them. You don’t need to watch them to know what they are, but you’re going to anyway. You have to know. You need to know just who you’re dealing with here.

You pick one at random and pop it into the DVD player and the scene that greets you seems all too familiar. A hunched figure, bloodied and tied to the pole you’d become so intimate with over the last week. This person was in much worse shape than you, however. You could see shadows moving off screen and the camera fuzzes and refocuses repeatedly as what you assume is Strade messes with the controls. Not long after, he emerges, practically skipping into frame. Even though most of his face is concealed behind a hideous bandana, you can tell he’s smiling. It reaches his eyes.

He says what appears to be a rehearsed greeting and you’re left wondering just how crazy is he? Is he talking to his future self? You can see him making these videos to relive his sick, sadistic fantasies but talking to himself like an absolute lunatic is just a little disconcerting. However, you also acknowledge that the only reason you’ve even thinking about this is to distract yourself from the fact that you’re watching a homemade snuff film that you almost starred in yourself.

And then he begins.

Despite the visceral horror on display before you, the urge to vomit never comes. You watch, blank faced, as this poor soul is faced with every horror a human mind can conceive. It goes on for long. Too long. And Strade never stops talking.

The realization sets in that’s because he’s not the only one watching.

He’s not talking to himself. He’s responding. This wasn’t for him. This was for them.

If you had any emotional energy to give, surely you’d be absolutely horrified, but you don’t and you can’t. You’re not even surprised. Someone like Strade, that bubbly personality and 1,000 watt smile, of course he’d find a way to utilize his talents. He’d found a market. He had a hobby and he made money from it. ‘Love your job and you’ll never work a day in your life.’ and you are just so willing to bet he loves his fucking job.

You let the video keep playing as you sit up from his bed and leave the room. You make your way down the stairs, back to the living room, and then back to the basement door. You open it and immediately are bombarded with the sounds of his screaming and hateful vitriol. It doesn’t phase you. You’re not sure anything will ever again.

Calmly, you walk into the room and stare at him. He doesn’t cease his incessant threats until he realizes you’re waiting for him to finish so that you can speak. He finally silences himself, though he continues to rip and tear at the ropes holding him hostage as you tell him you found his little home video collection.

“Let me out.” He demands, and you realize he doesn’t quite understand that he’s not the one in control anymore. Of course a dog without a tangible leash will continue to run wild. You needed to drive the point home.

You turn your back to him and begin to ruffle through his various cabinets, searching around the nooks and crannies for something that will help him understand just what position he’s found himself in. You make a very interesting discovery next to his med kit. A collar. A literal collar.

Poetic justice.

It’s thick and burdensome and more than a little hideous. It’s definitely homemade, because not even the most fucked of BDSM sites are going to offer something like this. It’s accompanied by a small remote with a large red button and not much else. You push the button and yelp in pain, the collar clattering to the floor as it slips from your fingers. It shocked you. It was so very painful, but you’re smiling.

You retrieve it from where it fell and pop it open, observing it curiously. Strade watches you through wide eyes and sniveling, trembling lips. The look on his face is a dead giveaway that you’ve found something you really shouldn’t have. The toothy grin you flash him shows him that you understand that.

Without a word, you approach him, holding the open collar in your sweating palm. His struggles begin anew and before long he’s practically yanking his arms out at the sockets trying to get away from you and your newfound toy. He’s throwing his weight around and doing whatever he can with his limited movements to make damn sure you can’t get that terrible thing around his neck, but it’s all in vain because energy is finite and he’s been expending a lot of it over the last hour.

He’s breathing heavy and you could swear he’s begging between heaves as you clap the collar around his thick neck. His flesh bulges from the side and you’re fairly certain it was made for someone much less burly than himself in mind. You get the odd urge to adjust it on him like a necklace but he’s still dangerous, even caged. You feel weirdly... proud.

“Stop-! you don’t know what you’re doing!” He hiccups, and as he pulls his head upward, you can see he is indeed crying. “Please! Don’t!”

You’ve never thought of yourself as particularly sadistic, at least in that sense, but some ghostly force pushes your thumb down on that big red button. Watching his eyes go wide and his body convulse and seize fills you with a sense of sheer euphoria that can’t properly be conveyed. The utterly satisfying clang of his head hitting the pole at mach 5 as he shakes and bumbles almost humorously while the collar sends x amount of volts through his body makes you giggle.

When you finally pull your thumb off the button, he’s still shaking from the residual shock, drool and mucus bubbling from his mouth and nose and sloping down onto his chin. He looks defeated; utterly pathetic. Is this how you looked to him all those times he stood over you grinning as he gifted you pain the likes of which had been unthinkable to you before you met him? The desire to push down again is overwhelming but you’re determined for him to understand there’s a point to this misery.

There’s a thousand thoughts going through your mind right now faster than you can comprehend them all, but they all have the same general principal. This man is a murderer. This man is a rapist. This man is contained. This man is afraid. This man is at your mercy.

And unfortunately for him, you just ran out.

‘How many’ you ask, despite already knowing. If the videos upstairs are any indication, there’s more than he can probably count. More names and faces than he can practically remember and they’re dead because of him. He looks up at you through wet lashes with a trembling lip, already caught on to the fact that there is no correct answer. Your thumb hovers over that seductive red button and he’s quick to spit out whatever he can regardless.

“I don’t know! I don’t!”

You don’t doubt that he’s being honest, but it sickens you none he less. You press that button for half a second and he jolts up off the floor as much as his restraints will allow. When he comes to, his eyes can barely focus in on you and when his slumps over, you can see the burns from the collar already settling in on his tan skin. You’re not sure how to turn down the voltage or how lethal it is, but you don’t really care at the moment. If he dies, he dies. You’ll deal with the complications of that later.

You could sit here all day and grill him, literally and figuratively, about his track record of atrocities, but it won’t bring you any peace. You’re not sure that peace is something that you’ll ever feel again, all things considered. Meeting the monsters that dwell in the dark is drastically different than simply acknowledging that they exist, and through some twist of fate, you’ve been given the opportunity to show this particular monster that he’s no longer at the top of the food chain. There’s so much you could do, so many things you want to do, and it’s at that moment you realize you’ve spent too long staring into the abyss to try and claw your way out.

You’re being offered the chance they never were. You’re holding the controls now. He’s already crying and you’ve barely touched him, barely done anything besides shock him a little. You remember that feeling well. If you recall, you were already crying before he put that knife to your thigh on your first day with him.

Truth is, you decided the second he fell unconscious what you were going to do.

Maybe a revenge like this isn’t yours to take, but you’re taking it regardless. For yourself, and for every sorry sap that’s met their end in his cement hellhole. They died for you to have this opportunity, and you’d like to think that maybe they’re there with you in this moment. Even if you never knew them, you feel a strange kinship with them. After all, it was almost you.

He continues to babble underneath his breath, various pleas for mercy or sympathy or any form of compassion you can muster from your still aching body, and though you desperately wish you did, you can’t find any. You’re certain when you look in the mirror next, it won’t be your own eyes looking back at you anymore, but something closer to his. Maybe you did die in this basement, because whoever you were before you met him is long gone and has been replaced with something so much more empty.

You explain to him, as gently as you can, that it’s your turn now, and his resistance will only make this harder. You don’t delight in seeing him in pain (whether or not that’s a lie has yet to be determined) but it’s a necessary evil for all he’s done. You don’t believe his life is yours to take, but you’d be as terrible as him if you let him loose on the world again. You can’t trust anyone but yourself, and since this situation is so delicate, you need a bit more time to think on it.

He doesn’t seem to understand, at least until you’re binding his legs and securing his head snuggly to the pole. Maybe it’s overkill considering the man looks like he belongs in a shibari magazine right now, but there’s no precautions you can’t take. You can’t have him escaping. It’s far too soon, and you have such wonderful things planned.

Were you a kinder soul, maybe you would put him to sleep because it’s so apparent he’s terrified. Being bound like this has really brought out his inner little bitch, and the way he’s looking, he’s going to piss himself. But its a price it’s only fair that he pay, all things considered. You don’t know what time it is or even where you are, but you know you’ll return to him when you’ve been rejuvenated, eager and ready to begin on him. You’re only a few steps toward the door when he begins shouting, words barely discernible between his emphatic weeping and sobbing hiccups.

“D-don’t leave me here in the dark! Let me go, let me out! You can’t! You can’t leave me here like this!” You grin softly, turning slowly to face him, and tell him that you can and you will. You ask what he’s so afraid of, but you don’t wait to hear the answer as you step through the frame and shut the door behind you, leaving him to rot in his personal dungeon. It’s only been an hour and he’s already so pliable. You wonder what you can make him do when you really make it hurt. Psychology says it takes 7 years to brainwash someone and coerce them into absolute compliance, but you’re willing to bet you can have it done in a few months.

You already know one of his fears, and are very clearly not ashamed to exploit it. How many else does he have, you might wonder, already planning tomorrow’s festivities. Maybe you were sicker in the head than you thought. Maybe Strade just brought out the worst in you, stripped away all that made you human and left you with raw hurt and despair.

It’s tempting. To give in. To sit and massage your aching body while listening to his screams as they echo through the soundproofed basement. But you’re tired, and you haven’t slept in a bed in over a week. His looked awfully nice. Maybe after that, you’d wash the dried blood from your battered body, order some food, and appreciate the niceties that civilized life had to offer. Niceties you took for granted.

After that? Well, after that you had a new pet to train.

#snaspants #Strade #BTD #NSFT #tw torture mention #im mean just mean lmao #IM LOVE YOU GIRL!!

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thisisthehardestthing · 4 years

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hitoshi and fluff prompt #3!

Hi!! Thank you love! It was so fun, and not at all my usual thing to write. Fluff does not come naturally to me so it was a challenge.

Happy birthday, Shinso Hitoshi.

FLUFF 3 - Shinso Hitoshi: “I think I’m in love with you, and I don’t know what to do.”

It was your favourite kind of morning. The rain pattered down against the window pane, fat, heavy droplets slinking down the glass, distorting the world outside. In the distance, you could see darker clouds, bringing lightning and thunder, and you reveled in the thought of curling up against the window for the rest of the day to spectate the sheer force of nature at work.

The cup of tea warmed your fingers, the heat trailed up your arms, steam curling in the air and you blew, seeing the way it wafted away, disappearing, before resurfacing again. It was impossibly early in the morning, close to 6 am. Like clockwork, your phone screen lit up, it read 5:59am, and in the split second it took to change to 6:00am, the text came through. You felt the heat from the tea burn in your chest, heart pounding as you read who it was from.

Hitoshi: Good morning, did you sleep last night?

You: Morning You: Nope You: Did you?

Hitoshi: You already know the answer to that. Hitoshi: Weather’s nice today, want to go take a walk?

You: Please!

As soon as the message delivered, the doorbell rang, and that small smile on your lips grew into a full blown grin. You practically leapt off your comfy nook, your tea balancing precariously on the ledge of the window, cooling off by the second, completely forgotten. You were still in your pyjama shorts and tank top, but that didn’t stop you from almost ripping the door from its hinges to welcome your best friend.

Shinso had a lazy smile on his lips, a cup of take away coffee in his hand, and eyes that were heavily lidded. Most people would say he looked bored, lazy, however you saw them for what they were: calm, calculating, genuine. They crinkled up slightly at the sight of you, your bare shoulders and legs, not worrying about the passerby’s on the street as they hurried from one destination to the next, not that there were many at this hour. He stood under an umbrella, a midnight blue complementing his lavender hair beautifully, it almost took your breath away. He sometimes did that to you.

“Sup, ‘Toshi? One sec,” you mumbled, slipping on your raincoat from the coat hooks by the door, buttoning it up and slipping your feet into some black combat boots, not unlike his own.

“Hey, not going to get dressed first?” he asked with a quipped eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee, adam’s apple bobbing. You could see his shoulders drop down as the liquid caffeine soothed his mind and body.

“You didn’t give me any time, besides, we should walk before the lightning comes in.”

He grunted in agreement, making room for you under his umbrella as you both stepped out into the rain. The patter of the drops echoed, and it seemed as though all the noise slipped away and it was just the both of you. Shinso’s smell clouded underneath the nylon, coffee and expensive cologne. It was salty, spicy, musky, like Eros kissing your nose. You breathed in deeply, hoping to pass it off as love for the rain, and not for him, your best friend, the man you shouldn’t be enamoured with, and yet, you completely and utterly were.

You both took a turn and entered a park, the green of the grass and leaves darker than usual, alive and shaking against the onslaught. You felt droplets of water kiss your hands and the cheek closest to the edge of the umbrella, so you shuffled tighter into Hitoshi’s side, arms pressed against each other as you strolled, boots crunching against the gravel and dirt, brown mud splattering against the black leather.

When you came to a bridge, you both stood under the arch and turned to admire the empty park, the way the water brought it to life, shimmying the leaves. You felt a cool breeze tease up your mostly bare legs, and you shivered. Shinso chuckled, closing the umbrella and pulling you into a hug, the warm of his body permeated through his sweater and into your skin.

“You should’ve put some proper clothes on,” he whispered, chin resting on the top of your head as he gazed out at the park, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

“Whatever,” and it was. You wouldn’t trade being in proper clothes for your current position. Your heart pounded in your chest, you wondered if he could hear it, if he could feel it.

“Fuck, I really love the rain,” you mumbled into his body, eye closed as you listened to the sound of drops on the wood above you. Shinso took a deep breath, and your hand came up to his chest. This was an oddly sensual position to be in, like lovers more than friends, and it made your head spin as you wondered what he could be going on in that mind of his.

“‘Toshi?”

“Hm?”

“What’re you thinking about?” you ask, feeling his steady heart beat. It quickened. A ghost of a sigh flew past the top of your head and you could hear the gears turning in his brain

“Honestly?” he asked, and you nodded, “you.”

You pull back, looking up at him, heat erupting in your guts as you regarded his averted gaze, still staring out at the rain. A flash of lightning in the distance lit up the lilac in his eyes, he sparked with the electricity.

“Me? What about me?”

The arm around your back tensed, his inhale frozen and hair seemingly alive, flames bristling.

“You can tell me, Hitoshi,” you coaxed, feeling your fingertips tingle in anticipation, pressed against his muscular chest to put some distance between your bodies. It was getting a little too warm, a furious blush creeping up your neck.

“I… Don’t freak out,” he started, letting go of you to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. “And, it’s, uh, it’s okay if you’re not… if you don’t feel the same way.”

The static in your fingers shifted to your guts, butterflies fluttering in your intestines, up your lungs and threatening to spill from your throat. His eyes were completely focused, drifting down to your face, searching yours for any hint of hesitation, but he found none.

“Okay, here goes nothing. I think I’m in love with you,” the confession came quickly, tumbling out of his mouth in a hurry, so unlike his usually slow drawl, “and I don’t know what to do.”

Your mouth dropped open, the butterflies swarming around, flying out into the air. He glanced away, up, to the side, anywhere but you.

“I knew it, just forget I said anythi--”

“‘Toshi,” you interrupted him, and he froze, snapping back to watch as a grin bloomed on your lips, “I love you too.”

It was a simple confession, not one you had planned on making this morning in your pajamas, but it was perfect. The rain poured hard and fast around the both of you, as though a dam had burst free, and you found yourself wrapped in his arms; his soft lips connecting with yours in a tender kiss.

It really was your favourite kind of morning.

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#claudia500 #shinso #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha #happy birthday shinsou #bnha writing #mine #my writing #bnha fluff #fluff

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spaceskam · 4 years

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warning: mentions of past bullying/homophobia because it kyle

Kyle Valenti had prepared for a lot of up and downs in life. It came with the territory of being pre-med.

What he had not prepared for was coming home for Christmas break after his very first semester in college to see that his father had moved in Alex Manes so he didn’t get shipped off to war. He was even further less prepared for the following two weeks of seeing Alex Manes in increasingly more compromising situations--bent over to get something out of the oven, reaching up to get laundry detergent, stretching in the morning, parading around shirtless before bed, choosing tight little biking shorts to run in, sweating after working out, working out, just to name a few.

By far, the last thing he’d been prepared for was, when his parents were at the station’s Christmas party, getting a little too drunk on whiskey with Alex Manes in a hot tub while discussing Lord of the Rings which somehow led to giving him head on the back porch like a fucking disaster who had no self control.

Now it was morning and Kyle was replaying the entire night over and over, staring at his bedroom ceiling with wide eyes. Up until college, Kyle had figured he was 100% straight. He’d seen cute guys, but no one he’d actually want to do anything with and, to him, that felt heterosexual enough. But those measly three and a half months that he’d spent at UNM had completely fucked up his world. Who knew so many boys got hot after high school?

But, still, he’d never really thought about acting on it outside of a fleeting, intrusive thought. Those thoughts got more frequent and stayed a little longer with Alex in his house, but he thought he had control. He thought it wasn’t a problem. Clearly he was very wrong.

In the next room over, Alex was sleeping in what used to be the guest bedroom. Disgust filled his mind as he remembered his parents explaining that having Alex around would be just like having a brother. You grew up together, they’d said, it’s no different than an adoptive sibling. There was nothing brotherly about the way he thought about Alex.

When someone knocked on Kyle’s door, he sat up and immediately started thinking of ways to explain himself. It was an accident, he didn’t mean to get on his knees. He simply fell. Alex went to help him, it was totally innocent when his shorts slipped off his hips. Water was heavy, you know? Besides, he wet ass-print on the wall had to be dry by now, there was absolutely no evidence that anything had been done for a long period of time.

“Come in,” he said, voice slightly strained. Funnily enough, he wasn’t even hung over. At least, not on the whiskey.

Alex peeked his head in, seeing a little hesitant as he stared at him. His hair was ruffled, his septum piercing crooked, and, instead of his usual shirtless morning body, he had on a baggy sweater that engulfed him entirely. Kyle wanted to die. Why the fuck was that attractive? Who was calling the shots in his brain? He’d like to have a talk with them.

“Hey,” Alex said, clearing his throat, “Could we, uh, talk for a sec?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, fidgeting in his bed.

Alex entered the room completely and closed the door behind him. He seemed hesitant to come near him, but he did anyway. Kyle prepared himself for the absolute shit show about to come. He knew it would be bad because, honestly, he didn’t know what he wanted him to say. Did he want to be rejected? Did he want to find out what his lips tasted like? They’d skipped the kissing stage on accident.

“Um,” Alex whispered, his sleeves pulled over his hands as he tried to look natural. He just looked scared. “I just wanted to apologize about last night. I-If I made you feel like you had to do something you didn’t want to or just made you feel uncomfortable in anyway, I’m genuinely sorry. The whole lead up is blurry, so I don’t know if...”

“No,” Kyle jumped in, shaking his head, “No, dude, no. That’s, that’s not what happened.”

Alex eyed him and nodded slowly, not quite believing him. Which made sense. They had a weird time in high school. Or, just, bad. A bad time in high school. Why exactly was Alex the one apologizing again?

“I’m sorry,” Kyle added, “If I made you feel like-”

“No,” Alex said, voice soft and adorable and what the fuck, “No, I wanted it.” Kyle swallowed harshly. Was it getting hot in here? “I just, I know how you feel--or, felt, I guess--about me being gay and I wasn’t sure if there was some miscommunication happening. Because, like, I don’t actually remember any communication happening at all.”

“No, look, I’m sorry. About high school. All of it, I was stupid and confused,” Kyle told him, watching Alex’s eyebrows furrow a little bit, “I’m still stupid and confused. I do know I don’t... regret it. But I am still trying to wrap my head around it.” Alex didn’t say anything, simply nodding to show he was listening but didn’t want to put any words in his mouth. “Like, does this mean I’m gay now?”

Alex smiled a little in relief, shaking his head, “No.”

“Well, do you know what it does mean?” Kyle asked, “Because I definitely enjoyed myself, but I have never wanted to do that before the last, like, week. Then I get the opportunity and I throw caution to the wind. How’s that for impulse control?”

Alex gave a little laugh and it eased Kyle’s mind a bit more.

“Um, could mean a couple things. Could mean you were just experimenting which is normal. Could mean you’re bi or something. It, uh, it takes awhile to really find a good word. Even then, it’s hard to know if it’s permanent. Stuff’s weird,” Alex explained, shrugging his shoulders. Kyle licked his lips and then moved his legs to sit criss-cross, giving Alex a space to sit on his bed. It took a little bit of silent confirmation before he did so.

“So, I’m gonna be confused for the rest of my life?”

“Not necessarily,” Alex said, biting his lips momentarily and Kyle really felt like it was on purpose, “Like, for me, I know I’m gay. I know I only want to have sex with men. But sometimes I still am like, okay, am I really though? Which, I don’t know, I think it’s pretty normal ‘cause, you know, heteronormativity is a thing.”

“Heteronormativity?” Kyle repeated. Alex again gave that sweet little smile.

“You know, like, thinking being straight is the default in society and, because of that, it makes it hard to understand your own sexuality and your own outlook on life because, well, it’s different from what’s been instilled in you from a young age,” Alex rambled. Maybe he was a little hungover because it felt like he was getting a little too fancy for first thing in the morning.

“Right, so what I’m hearing is that wanting to see you naked and wanting to get your dick in my mouth was the beginning to a whole goddamn deconstruction of the way I view my own personality and, by extension, existence,” Kyle responded. Alex’s cheeks were a little flushed as the more blunt statement, but he nodded nonetheless. “Cool. Nothing quite like an existential crisis for breakfast.”

Alex gave a more genuine laugh this time and Kyle felt like, of all the things to be confused about right now, his mouth was not one of them.

“So, you’re not mad?” Alex clarified.

“No,” Kyle said honestly, “But I’m sorry I was a dick to you in high school for clearly my own issues.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed, licking his lips. He again pulled on his sleeves. “So... What now?”

Kyle didn’t have an answer. In fact, all he could do was stare at Alex and his lips and his cheekbones and his crooked little septum ring. He glanced up at Alex’s eyes for a moment before letting his gaze drift back down to his lips, feeling a little overwhelmed with desire. It was really hard to have a full freak out about things when Alex was literally sitting on his bed and looking too good to fathom.

Kyle lifted his hand mindless towards Alex’s face and was only remembered that it was weird when Alex flinched in response.

“Sorry,” he said, “Can I?”

Alex looked a little concerned about what he was asking for, but he gave a short nod to say that he trusted him not to be cruel. Kyle took that as the best thing he’d ever seen, but also acknowledged that he had a lot more to work on than just his own self-discovery. He should definitely work on making things up to Alex.

But, for that moment, he straightened out the little metal piece and rested his hand on the side of Alex’s neck. Alex just watched him, waiting for him to be the one to make the first move. So he did.

Kyle moved in slowly, telling himself he’d already gone way further than a kiss and so it shouldn’t be scary. It was still terrifying. He could feel Alex swallow harshly as he got close. Then they closed the gap.

The kiss was short and PG and, honestly, a little awkward. Yeah, they definitely need to fix some other things before this would be as fun as it was last night.

Alex gave a short little laugh as they pulled apart, eyes sweet and kind and really helping Kyle make more sense of the world. How the hell had he ever been mean to him?

“Maybe we should go downstairs so you parents don’t get any ideas?” Alex suggested. Kyle nodded, tempted to kiss him once more just because. He knew it would be a little weird, though, and wasn’t sure if Alex wanted him to, so he didn’t. “And, don’t worry, I’ll keep your little revelation to myself.”

“Thanks,” Kyle said, feeling a little relieved over that despite not having considered that he would’ve told anyone. This was so fucking weird.

“And, when you go back to school, you know you can always call me if you need to talk about it. I get that it’s hard,” Alex offered. Man, Kyle really wanted to kiss him again.

“Can I kiss you again?” Kyle asked. Alex laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Just a little bit.”

“Fair enough,” Kyle agreed, leaning forward with a little more confidence. The kiss was better than the first one, more comfortable and expected. It still didn’t go past anything you’d see on Disney Channel, but it had Kyle feeling ready to start his day.

“Okay,” Alex said against his lips, “Ready to go pretend like we didn’t defile your family’s backyard?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, “But I can’t wait to do it again.”

Alex snorted a laugh and stood up off the bed.

“You sound so sure it’ll happen again.”

“Oh, it won’t?”

“We’ll see.”

And Kyle was definitely willing to wait.

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jewels2876 · 5 years

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It’s Someone’s Fault

A/N: Tropes, tropes, who likes tropes? I picked the bold line below from the @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC Time to Fall challenge and worked out the locked trope and threw in sharing the same bed ... who am I?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1782

Warnings: mild swearing

It wasn’t your fault that your feet were colder than blocks of ice. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that the weather decided not to cooperate on the one weekend you had been assigned a mission to the Pocono’s at the end of September. It was Tony’s fault, and maybe Steve’s, that this mission was ‘suddenly’ give to the two of you, instead of Steve as originally planned.

“Who the hell didn’t give us a key?” you whined as you tried the door for the hundredth time. You and Bucky had been keeping an eye on this place for two days before you decided to try and get in. The door had shut behind Bucky and now you were both trapped. It had only been one day and you were both ready to kill… okay maybe maim, each other.

Bucky muttered something unintelligible under his breath. You shook your head then rolled your eyes. “I’m going to get a shower,” you decided.

“Fine,” he sneered. “Not like I could use one or anything.”

You gave him the finger and stomped off in a huff. You never knew why Bucky was so short with you; you had gone out of your way to be friendly to him, and to everyone really, when you had joined the Avengers after the fall of SHIELD.

“Real mature y/n!” he yelled at your back.

Your shower was a mess: you couldn’t get the temperature just right, your towel got wet, and the water didn’t even last 10 minutes. You muttered a lot of “shits” and “fucks” as you toweled off with a frown and threw on some clothes. You thought about grabbing a pair of socks out of Bucky’s luggage but didn’t want to hear his whining.

The rest of the night was as great as the shower. Bucky tried to avoid you as much as he could, but with only a living room, kitchen and single bedroom with one bed, it was hard to do. Finally the two of you agreed to go to bed. Bucky offered you the bed. “I can see about starting a fire I guess?” he had shrugged as he looked around.

“With what wood? You gonna go out now and chop some?”

He stuck his tongue out at you as you closed the bedroom door with one last retort. “Real mature Bucky!”

The next morning both you and Bucky woke up to grey skies and pouring rain. You groaned and opened the bedroom door. Bucky was hanging half off the couch, his legs wrapped up in a tiny blanket. You felt guilty seeing him like this until you heard his snore. You chuckled to yourself and grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard.

Bucky shot up. “Who the…? Oh, it’s you.” He thought you looked cute with your robe tied around you, padding around in bare feet. But am I going to admit that, he harassed himself, no!

You were pouring out some cereal you found as you watched Bucky’s face move through different emotions. You decided enough was enough.

“Bucky, give it to me straight. If you hate me that’s fine, but if we’re gonna be locked in here, with this cold, rainy weather, you may as well tell me why.”

Bucky had the sense to look ashamed. “I don’t hate you,” he whispered.

“You don’t? You pick on me, you go out of your way to piss me off, you pretty much find a way to get under my skin on the daily.” You crossed your arms and stared into his eyes. “So are we in kindergarten now?”

“No! I just...I don’t... I’m a guy,” Bucky started. He saw you winding up and he held up a hand to keep you quiet. “I don’t talk about my feelings, I barely know WHAT I’m feeling, or how I’m feeling. And then you… you come in and you’re this light, happy person who doesn’t seem to any of my problems, makes friends with everyone, and I just…”

“Just what?”

“I was intimidated by you, I think. I knew that I couldn’t...wouldn’t… that I wasn’t what you were looking for,” he finished.

You took a bite of your now soggy cereal. You didn’t know how to respond to this revelation. But something tickled a part of your brain. You shoved it aside as you shoved the bowl of cereal away as well. “Okay, I need to think about this. I don’t know what to think. Are you gonna be okay if I hide in the bedroom for a bit?” Bucky nodded and you left the room.

You took a seat on the bed and started thinking about Bucky’s confession. You grabbed a pillow and stretched out, letting your mind wander some more. Before long you drifted off into a fitful sleep.

A knock startled you and you jerked up. The grey hadn’t gone away but the rain had tapered down. Bucky opened the bedroom door, a pile of blankets in his hands. “Are you ok?” He didn’t give you time to answer as he walked in. “I found a ton of blankets in a storage closet. I think we’ll be okay to ride this out.”

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Sounds good. And Bucky?” He looked at you, hope clear on his face. “You can share the bed with me. You looked really uncomfortable on the couch this morning.”

Bucky started to follow you into the bathroom; you whipped around and frowned. “I didn’t invite you to come with me.” Bucky stood at the edge of the bathroom as you gathered your fuzzy bathrobe, the one warm item you had thought to bring. You gave Bucky the stink eye, with a smile and a chuckle, and closed the door on him. You heard his footsteps retreating from the bathroom and took a deep sigh. You disrobed, stepped into the shower and let the water warm up before you stood under it. You relaxed as the water cascaded across your hair and skin; you finished up your shower and toweled off. Then you slipped your robe back on and exited.

Bucky jumped into the bathroom the minute you exited. “You better have saved me some hot water!” he yelled with a grin as he shut the door behind you.

You ignored him and walked into the bedroom to stare at the clothes in your suitcase. You slipped on a pretty pair of blue panties and matching bra, then the black leggings you had tossed in last minute. Your feet were already getting cold, still wet against the wooden floors. You sighed as you realized you hadn’t brought a single pair of socks or slippers with you.

You decided to inspect Bucky’s suitcase and noticed several pairs of dark washed jeans and grey thermal shirts before you found a large stash of socks. You pulled out a pair of purple and black striped ones. “Who knew that’s what he’s hiding under his boots?” you giggled. You heard the shower stop and quickly threw on the socks and the one long sleeved tee shirt in your bad before scurrying to the kitchen.

Bucky stepped into the bedroom, noting the silence. I shouldn’t be so hard on her, he chastised himself. It’s not her fault I’ve had a crush on her and can’t deal with it. He grabbed a clean thermal and pair of jeans, forgoing any underwear. His nose caught a familiar scent and he made his way to the kitchen. He watched as you danced around to some unknown song, moving between the stove and the sink. He smiled to himself, admiring your ass in the leggings. You turned around and yelped.

“Jesus, Bucky! Don’t scare me like that?”

He could now see the pot on the stovetop and a small pile of grilled cheese sandwiches. “Doll! Are you making me dinner? How… housewife like.”

You smirked and set the third sandwich on top of your pile. “Who said I was sharing?”

Bucky looked down at your feet and smirked back “Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” He gave you a wink and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from your chest.

“Yes, because I don’t have any socks or slippers,” you whined. “It was supposed to be warmer than this! And less windy! And your socks looked so…”

Bucky placed a finger to your lips. You startled at his touch, afraid to say or do anything that might ruin the moment. You sighed and moved a step back to stir the soup.

“If you can grab some plates, I’ll finish the last sandwich and soup,” you told Bucky. He wasted no time and grabbed the plates. A few minutes later, you put the last sandwich on your pile and tested the soup’s temperature.

Bucky ladled out some soup as you set the plate of sandwiches down. “Which of my confessions put you to sleep?” he teased.

You grabbed the other bowl and served yourself some soup before answering. “Sorry about the falling asleep. But honestly,” you set your bowl down on the kitchen counter and grabbed a sandwich, “I’ve always liked you. I just never knew how to get to know you better.”

Bucky started to say something but you kept going. “I asked Nat and Sam and Clint and Steve…”

“Wait,” Bucky interrupted, “when did you ask Steve?”

“About… fuck!”

You both looked at each other and laughed. “Do you think the door will work now?” you wondered aloud.

“If I know my best friend, nope. They will totally make us share the damn bed before that happens.”

A Few Hours Later

“Jesus, woman! You have cold feet!” Bucky yelped.

You pouted and moved your feet away from his legs. “Sorry.”

Bucky pulled you back to his chest, cringing only slightly when your cold feet grazed his legs again. “‘M sorry babe. I know it’s not your fault. Hold on just a sec.” He jumped out of the bed, wishing for not the first time he had put on underwear, and grabbed a pair of socks. He put them on your feet before tickling you. You giggled and his heart felt lighter than it had when this mission started. “Let’s be thankful I found a ton of blankets in the storage closet too.” As if on cue the wind blew and rattled the window opposite the bed. You both snuggled in closer. “Your feet already have warmed up,” he teased. “Are you comfortable enough?” He heard your gentle snore and glanced down at you, head on his chest, arm wrapped around his waist. He kissed the top of your head and let himself drift off to sleep.

fin

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ramblinganthropologist · 3 years

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N7 Challenge - 5 (Cruelty)

Summary: It was cruel fate that stuck Garrus in that cafe, waiting for his fake date so they could get that mission going. He would’ve been so much better as the tech oversight guy... damn the fact Shepard’s too gay to pretend to be into a woman realistically.

(Aka, Chris plays fast and loose with the rules.)

ME1

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It was a lovely day on the Citadel... and Garrus was in hell.

'Relax, you're as stiff as a board. Nobody's going to believe you're on a date like that.'

His mandibles twitched as he listened to Tali through his hidden transmitter. Normally, this was where his visor would come in handy... except he wasn't allowed to wear it. No, apparently that was against the first date dress code and he'd been made to leave it on the Normandy along with his armor and weapons.

Well, he had a pistol stowed away... but that wasn't the same as his rifle, damn it.

“I still don't get why I'm the one who had to do it.”

'We needed a tech expert, and Shepard says... Shepard, what did he say again?'

'He's too fucking gay to fake being into a woman, so Tali was out. You were the only one left, Mandibles.'

The other Shepard's deep voice disrupted the quarian's electronic tones. Garrus hadn't been expecting it – the sudden change made him wince a little. Luckily, nobody at the cafe noticed. They were too busy eye-fucking their dates.

He knew this place, had walked past it when he had still been in C-Sec. It was a popular spot for couples to have their first date thanks to the fact it was public, fairly reasonable, and offered booze if things started to go south. Had he not been on a mission, the turian definitely would've been ordering a drink or two to survive this.

After all... he had to fake being on a date with Commander Shepard.

There was a point to all this, of course. According to Alliance intel, there was something strange about this cafe and the fact a lot of well-armed people tended to stop by after hours. He hadn't heard whispers of it being a front for something, but it had been sometime since he had walked a beat. For all he knew, someone could have moved in while he was gone.

That... or he just hadn't really cared. Scoping out hot date spots had never been high on his priority list.

“Where is my date anyway? He didn't run away at the thought of being in public, did he?”

Garrus hadn't meant to use that much scorn, but it leaked out anyway. It wasn't as if he disliked the man, per se … just found him incredibly odd and more than a little off-putting. He had a way of catching you off guard and hammering home that made the turian uneasy, not to mention his strange hamster tending habits. Add in the fact they had met by colliding into each other and... well, maybe he was a little salty.

So, he didn't dislike the Commander... but maybe they weren't quite to like just yet.

'You're not that ugly, Mandibles.' The Normandy's XO sounded bored on the other end. 'I think he's scoping the area out. Make sure to appreciate the view when you see him, I worked my ass off getting him ready.'

'She really did a good job, I'll be amazed if you recognize him at all.'

Well, that was perfect. Guess they were going for the blind date angle and taking it to the extreme.

“Thanks.” Now he really meant the sarcasm as he sipped at his water. If he was on a date, he should probably wait before he ordered anything. That was polite, right? “I swear, you two are enjoying watching me suffer.”

He could expect that from the human, but Tali's cruelty really caught him off guard. Who would have known the quarian had it in her?

The line went quiet not long after that – no doubt they'd gotten their fill of his misery. Garrus was left to glance around in the hopes he might spot Shepard. He had already checked all the obvious spots, but nobody quite fit the profile of short and kind of awkward looking.

Ok.. maybe that was mean. But the guy was awkward. Even he said so.

“Where are you...” Garrus' mandibles twitched as he kept looking. Really, it was couples as far as the eye could see. Apart from a couple school-age looking girls gossiping, everyone else looked to be on a date. There was nobody who stood out as being on their own, especially not someone who looked to be casing the joint. “Shit, he better not be the girls.”

Before he could worry if he was going to have to ask one of the teenagers if they were actually a fully grown man in disguise, a shadow fell across the table. He looked up, expecting to have to apologize to the waitress for taking so long to order. The excuse was already on his tongue – his date wasn't there yet. But then it died on his tongue.

There was a man standing there, human and wearing the tightest jeans Garrus had ever seen. He gave a little wave as he smiled, eyes sparkling. Well, eye – the other one was covered by his blue-streaked blonde hair.

“Hey there, been waiting long?”

Garrus' brain had short-circuited long ago. It didn't help that his tongue had somehow glued itself to the roof of his mouth of the sight of the man and his incredibly tight pants. Really... he must have had to paint those damn things on. Weren't humans concerned with ball space or something? Their genitals were on the outside...

…

Also wasn't he supposed to be straight? Why was he checking some dude's ass out?

Right, words. “Uh... what?”

The man chuckled as he sat down. “Sorry I was late, I know we said we'd meet at 2 but I got held up at work. You didn't wait long, did you?”

By now, the turian's brain was thoroughly fried. Somehow, someone had mistaken him for their date. Scenarios to get him out ran by quickly – the most obvious being to tell him that he wasn't there on a date at all. But that would probably break his cover...

And more importantly, Shepard and Tali would enjoy it way too much. They were evil.

“I...”

“Anyway, thanks for waiting for me. I hear this place has great tea. Not sure what you can get, though. Are you allergic to levo?” The man's voice lowered as he leaned forward to whisper to Garrus. “Perimeter's clear, though the back door has some pretty serious locks for a simple business. I think we're onto something.”

…

His brain turned back on. “Wait... Shepard?”

The man's cheeks turned pink as he sat back down, playing with the ends of what Garrus realized now was most definitely a wig. “I told her it was too much, but she said otherwise I would've been too easy to spot.”

In theory, that made sense – Shepard was the first human Spectre. Pretty much everyone had seen the video of him accepting the position at least once. To say a small human with a bight red military haircut and a missing eye would've stuck out in a popular cafe was putting it mildly. Honestly if any of this was actually true, it might have gotten guns pulled on them had they tried it.

Which, probably would've made things easier but they were trying to be subtle.

“Well... she's right. Those two are probably enjoying this.” He moved in closer as well, if only to prolong the image. That close, he could definitely smell Shepard had been sprayed with something that wasn't sweat. It wasn't bad just... odd. “So... see anything else?”

Shepard pulled the menu so he could flip his wrist over to expose his omni-tool. Specs popped up, showing the blueprint of the building. Garrus' facial plates twitched as he gave it a brief once over, stopping at the basement level.

It was pretty damn big... maybe too big for a restaurant.

“I think it's shared with a building halfway down the block that has connections to the Blue Suns.” Another spec, for a place Garrus definitely remembered as being a suspected front for something. They had still been working on it when he left C-SEC. Maybe they'd wind up wrapping two cases. “It'd probably be easier to get into this one once it closes up...”

That would be in a couple hours... so they were probably doing dinner then.

“Hi there, are you two ready to order?”

Both men sprung back up as they realized they had company. A cheery looking waitress had appeared, smiling at them like she knew what was going on. At the same time, the pocket of her uniform was sitting a little weird. Maybe it was a datapad... but maybe she was packing heat. The Blue Suns were getting creative with their recruiting.

“Uh, yeah. I'd like a strawberry soda for now.” Shepard had dropped his voice way below where Garrus thought he could, and his accent was different. He grinned as he turned to the turian. “How about you, big guy? Pretty sure I picked somewhere you could eat.”

It was hard to keep his mandibles from twitching. This was going to be a long night. Luckily, there were no turians around to pick up his subvocals as he shot murder over at the human. Instead, he checked the menu fast – honestly, he had forgotten it was there.

“Coffee is fine by me.” And then he remembered he had to pretend to be into Shepard. The pants helped. “Wouldn't want to be bouncing off the walls and kill the chance of a second date.”

The waitress giggled – maybe that was a datapad. That, or she was one hell of an actress. “That's one strawberry soda and a coffee for the cute couple at table 5 then. Be right back!”

And then she was gone. Both breathed a sigh of relief as they relaxed – it was a little harder for Shepard for obvious reasons. But at least they had managed to pass the first round of this fake dating nightmare.

“You didn't seem like the coffee kind of guy, Garrus.” His fake date sounded a little too honest as he leaned back. The turian would have thought him using the position to look around under the wig, but he knew better – that eye was dead. “Let me guess, you take it black as night and bitter as hell?”

Garrus' mandibles twitched a little. “Not big on sugar. Clearly that's not the case with you. You planning to bounce around all date?”

“Some of us need the energy. Besides, if you think this is bad you should see me slam pixie sticks sometime.”

Just the thought of it made Garrus twitch. Biotics and their energy requirements...

“Right, well, we should start to figure out where we're going next.” His eyes wandered back to the storefront. “Maybe a walk around? There's a park nearby that's beautiful at night.”

Shepard smiled at him, and his stomach flopped. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't eaten anything. “Sounds good to me. Now, why don't you tell me a little about yourself so if you try to murder me and shove me in a trash can, I can text my sister beforehand so she knows who to tell C-SEC about when you go to the bathroom.”

Despite everything, Garrus found himself laughing. The human chuckled as well, maybe in spite of himself. Honestly, the whole thing was just utterly ridiculous and the plot of some cruel spirit that enjoyed jerking them around. Somewhere, they were enjoying this.

Fucking spirits...

“You two are doing great. Shepard's scan gave me a weak point you can access once the building is shut down.'

Tali was back in his earpiece. From the sound of things, she wasn't in engineering anymore. Wherever she was heading this mission's tech corner was somewhere much quieter, and with a little less foot traffic. Maybe they wanted to enjoy this in private.

'Tell Al to fix his shirt, unless he wants to show his new underwear off when you two go to take your walk.'

The other Shepard sounded almost amused by this. Garrus felt his mandibles twitch as he glanced over at the human sitting across from him. Shepard had taken to folding a napkin again and again, turning it into a rather lopsided bird. If it were real, it probably would've been spawned near a toxic waste dump and probably glowed under black light.

But at least he was doing something with his hands that wasn't too suspicious.

“Hey, I know this is awkward because I shouldn't be staring at your ass yet-” At least Shepard had the sense to chuckle at that. “But... might want to pull your shirt down.”

The blush that colored Shepard's cheeks was definitely real as he tugged his shirt down over those skin tight pants. Hooray for method acting, he assumed. If they kept this up, people might actually believe they were a couple.

Maybe. Spirits, this was hard.

“Thanks...”

“No problem.” The turian nodded as he spotted the waitress. “I spot my coffee and your sugar syrup. Refuel for round two?”

They would need it – he was starting to get the feeling things might get interesting after all. After all, it wasn't every day he faked being someone's date to get into an underground facility with a Spectre in skinny jeans.

Now that was something even the writers of Blasto couldn't come up with... too bad he was living it instead of watching it. At least he got coffee...

#n7month #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Alistair Shepard #Garrus Vakarian #fake Shakarian #it'll be real Shakarian eventually #just give it time and trauma'

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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We Belong

Part 4

Evangeline Bruley returns to Cordonia to take over her families Duchy. She was betrothed to the now King, however he is engaged to Duchess Riley but still has lingering feelings towards his first love. What will happen during her time back in Cordonia?

Warnings: Swearing, mention of abuse

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“What do you want Brooks?” Not meaning to sound rude towards Riley- he was just eager to spend time with Evie after everything that happened between the two of them.

“Can we talk. That’s all I want to do.”

“Five minutes okay? Walk with me to my room, I’m actually due to be somewhere.”

“Does this have anything to do with Evie?”

“That’s none of your business...” Drake snapped at Riley, usually he wouldn’t be this harsh towards the woman who he instantly fell in love with. After she led him on during the engagement tour, he still held that torch hoping that she would choose him. He was grateful that all they did was kiss, as this was hard enough getting over the heartbreak.

“I’ll always love you Drake, I just want closure...”

*****

“Liam! What the fuck! Get out of here! Now!” Picking the duvet back up, she wrapped it immediately around her once again.

“Riley knows.”

“Riley knows what exactly?”

“I suggested that we both have a one night stand, a last hurrah before the wedding.”

“Good for you, but you aren’t having it with me! So goodbye Liam...”

“Evangeline... please hear me out...”

“No liam. You can hate me for what I’m about to say but I honestly don’t care.... the only reason we lost our virginities to each other was because we were drunk... at the time we believed that we were being forced to marry.... I never loved you in that way, you was more like my best friend- a brother. You’ve always known this. I’m not being your mistress, Riley needs you...”

“She knows though... I’ve always loved you because you was my first love- you will always be in my heart... it’s hard you being back. I love Riley, I do. But I also have love for you.” Rolling her eyes back, she didn’t know what to say- no matter how many times she would turn him down he would still be there.

“I slept with Drake.”

“What?”

“I slept with Drake, it’s not hard to understand Liam. You have to let whatever feelings you have towards me go- Riley needs you now more than ever. Please don’t ruin our friendship.”

“I’d say I’m happy for you both... Drake is probably with Riley now...he does love her after all...”

“No he’s gone to his to get his things, to stay with me.”

“What things does he need exactly? He could go when he woke up.” Evie didn’t think of it that way, now feeling paranoid and jealous that he was with Riley- she had no right to feel this way, they were only friends who had slept together.

“Evie?” Liam spoke softly, as he noticed her defensive yet confident facial expression fade.

“Can you leave? Please Liam.”

*****

Liam eventually left Evie, not getting anything from her apart from a hug. Even though she wasn’t in a relationship with Drake, she still felt as if she would be cheating on him. The typical Cordonian marriage arrangement was something that she never believed in even at a young age- so she definitely wasn’t going become a hypocrite giving in to her belief. Drake had now been gone for over half an hour, Liam’s words were stuck in her head- Drake is probably with Riley now...he does love her after all..

Her usual neatly trimmed nails, were now practically non-existent, as she paced the room. Wondering if Drake would come back as he promised.

“Hey beautiful...” Evie was conflicted with how to react to him to actually showing up-noticing the lipstick mark on his cheek, inhaling Riley’s vanilla scent and seeing him all flustered- all she wanted to do was believe that what happened between the two of them was a dream.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Drake noticed that she seemed a bit tense, guarded.

“Maxwell was asking questions, you know that he’s practically the court ‘gossip girl’.”

“I see.” I wonder if max likes to wear perfume and lipstick now. “Evie? Are you okay?”

“Yes.” No. “I’m just tired. I’m going to go to sleep. Are you staying or going awol again?” She asked in an obnoxious tone of voice.

“I promised that I’d stay the night... with you.” Evie just nodded, not wanting to stay awake as it could possibly cause an argument. Sliding under the cover, she rolled over on her side- not facing him. Drakes mind was wandering, wondering if Evie has an inkling about his meeting with Riley and that was why she was providing him with a cold reception.

“Evie?” Stroking her arm, she didn’t respond- softly breathing he soon realised that she was asleep. Wrapping his arm around her body, he pulled her flush to him- kissing her on the shoulder, he let it linger there before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I need you to know something... I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. Tonight you made me feel alive, finally thinking that I had a future with someone. Riley who? All those one night stands who? What we did is something I only ever thought would be a dream..please don’t shut me out. I think I’m falling in love with you Evangeline.”

******

I’m sorry, this wasn’t meant to be- we are friends. I can’t do this Drake, not whilst you’re still clearly in love with Riley. E x

For the last week, Drake had tried to rattle his brain around wondering why she would assume that he was still in love with Riley. There was no obvious affection towards Riley from his end, and she informed him that she just wanted to be friends. But Evie never gave him the chance to explain, instead she was gone in a flash when he woke up the morning after Vegas. Standing in the corner of the ballroom with Liam and Maxwell, Drake scrutinised the room hoping that Evie would attend. “Has anyone heard from Evie or Olivia?” Maxwell asked Liam concerned.

“Bastien said Olivia had things to attend to up in Lythikos. Hence why he’s acting all miserable. No one has heard from Evie as far as I’m aware.” Before anyone could respond, the doors opened.

Duchess Olivia Nevrakis and Duchess Evangeline Bruley

Of course Olivia knew where she was, Drake thought to himself- he wasn’t sure whether to be angry towards her or respect her for respecting her closest friends wishes. Gulping the remainder of the whiskey- he needed some Dutch courage. Ambling towards the two women, he bowed before giving them both a kiss on the cheek. Focusing his gaze towards Evie their looks towards each other provided a silent argument, Olivia excused herself- not wanting to be involved in the awkward situation.

“Your grace. I think you and I need some words....” Evie knew this day was coming, and so did Olivia. Ever since running away from Vegas leaving him in the hotel room- she regretted not talking to him like adults.

Frantically knocking on the door, Evie had hoped that her friend would be awake. Looking like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards- she didn’t care.

“Evie? Do you know what time it is?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ve got a flight to catch... but I was just wondering....”

“Hold on a sec... you’re coming back with us right? So why are you catching a flight?”

“I fucked up. I slept with Drake. But I think he slept with Riley, he smelt of her and was wearing her lipstick. Liam came to my room asking to sleep with me. I’ve let myself go. I’m such an idiot. I need time alone. Can I stay at your Duchy? Please Liv.”

“You slept with Drake?” Bastien asked, interrupting the two girls conversation. Drake was like a son to him, and Drake confessed to him his true feelings. The guard didn’t want her to break Drakes heart, but he could predict that their relationship was always going to be difficult- this just proving it.

“Of course she did. You have a Duchy of your own if you haven’t forgotten? Just go home Evie.”

“I can’t. Everyone will know where I am. I need time away from them all. Please Liv. We’re best friends.”

“And I suppose I have to lie for you too?” Quirking her eyebrow, she knew that this was a rhetorical question not requiring an answer. Looking at Bastien the pair agreed to lie for her, but if questions were thrown at them constantly they didn’t know how longer they could keep her whereabouts hidden.

Just wishing that the ground could suffocate her- swallow her whole, as her heart began to hammer looking at him. Feeling guilty for leaving him alone, she was surprised that he could even look at her.

“You talk about me going awol... where have you been your grace? I think I’m owed some type of explanation.”

“This isn’t all about you Drake. I left you a note.”

“A shitty little note Evie! What the fuck... I’m not in love with Riley. Why couldn’t you just fucking talk to me? Why did you just fuck off and leave me? At least Riley never did that to me...” Turning around she didn’t want him to see her cry, she knew he said that out of spite but it still hurt.

“Because that’s what I do best Drake. I run away to boarding school, I come back. I run away to university, I come back. I ran away, and I came back. And I’m going to do it again.”

“Why did you turn Liam down in Vegas?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Men talk. Riley came to warn me about what he was planning.”

“Of course she did! And I’m thrilled that I’m court gossip, you all make me sick.” Thinking back to the reasoning behind her parents death- the trigger point was being court gossip for years.

“She wanted me to fuck her...”

“Go and do it, don’t ever talk to me again. Any of you. Or better so whisper behind my back as you’ve already been doing....” Wiping her tears, she walked away from the situation; not wanting to cause anymore trouble. Drake hesitated as first, wondering what the best move to make was; to follow her, or to just remain pining after her.

She wanted me to fuck her but I said no because I wanted to be with you.

“Leave her. Don’t make the situation worse.” Olivia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder much to his surprise. Scrutinising her, he wondered when the infamous dagger was going to make an appearance.

“Why are you being nice?”

“Because you two morons are obviously falling in love with each other. I know she didn’t sleep with Liam, and I know that you didn’t sleep with Riley. However I do know that you returned to Evie’s room with a lipstick mark and was smelling all like Riley. Evie has got trust issues, you wouldn’t know about the reasoning why but she only gives her heart away to men who she truly believes she likes. One man messed that up for her, so when you returned late her natural instinct thought you’d hurt her too.”

“I’d never hurt her Liv.”

“Maybe not, but with your track record of never being in a long term relationship, and having feelings for your best friends girl, past or not- she is going to be feeling this way. I always knew you liked Evie, your confession to Bastien just confirmed it.”

“What do I do? She won’t even listen to me, she’s so stubborn and frustrating and....”

“And Mr Walker is in love, and asking me for advise? Just both of you chill out for a while. When Riley begins the lantern send off, maybe try and talk to her then.”

******

Everyone gathered around, listening to the new Duchess and soon to be Queen give a speech regarding her Duchy, people and the festival. Evie joined Olivia, apologising for her absence.

People of Valtoria it is my great honor to be here with you tonight...

“What are you going to do with your lantern Duchess Evangeline.” Olivia whispered as Riley continued her speech.

“Same as you Duchess Olivia, spark it up then disappear. Do what I do best.” She smiled at her best friend.

“You know what I mean.. what are you letting go of and what do you wish for?”

“I’m letting go of Cordonia, and I wish to not have some bullshit story from you dragging me back.” Drake overheard what she said, shaking his head at Olivia he stormed off with Liam and the men following him.

“Oh I’d have thought that you’d be letting go of this stubbornness and wishing to be happy - with someone like Drake.”

“What happened in Vegas was a mistake.” A fantastic mistake, I can’t have my heart broken though.

“Of course it was, you’re both just pushing each other away. Wake up Evie, what you’ve both been looking for has been here the whole time.”

“Hey, is everything okay?” Riley joined the two of them,already predicting the awkwardness- she decided now was the right time to confess to Evie what happened in Vegas- adding more fuel to the fire.

“Yes.” They both snapped in unison.

“Riley I’d like to thank you for inviting me but I have to leave. I hope the festival is successful.”

“Evie don’t go, I’d like to talk to you.”

“That’s not necessary, just ring me or something.”

“Please Evie...” Biting her lip, considering her options- she knew she couldn’t refuse the future Queen. Sooner I talk to her, sooner I can leave.

****

“So I spoke to Drake in Vegas...”

“I’ll always love you Drake, I just want closure...”

“If that’s all you have to say Brooks, you could have text me that. The feelings you apparently had towards me was probably because Liam couldn’t be there for you. I understand that now Ri, I’m happy for you both.” Continuing to walk forward towards his room, he wasn’t up for a debate.

“You look at her like you looked at me. Do you love her Drake?” Gulping, he knew it could possibly hurt her with their history- but it was only fair.

“Riley, I care for Evie a lot. I always have done. Before you and Hana were in the picture we were all close, you thought Olivia was bad- you should have seen team Elivia.” Both of them laughing, Riley had wished that she had known them all in the past.

“Drake, if you love her you need to tell her. Liam... he...” Pausing she didn’t want to cause an argument or a fight between the two men, but she respected Drake as a friend and believed he deserved the truth.

“What?”

“Liam suggested us having a one night stand with the two of you. I don’t want that, and I know that neither of you do. You need to go back to Evie, you are a good man marshmallow- you deserve to be happy.” Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him on the cheek- and gave him a longing hug. Drake smiled at her as she left, not knowing what to think about Liam’s actions. Urgently running to his room, he couldn’t get out as quickly as he wanted to- Maxwell was persistent asking questions about his friends new sex life.

“He loves you Evie, I see the way he looks at you, as everyone does - he used to look at me like that, but not as adoring.”

“No offence Riley, but you and I are completely different. I don’t want to be heartbroken, I’m not known as the court whore unlike you. I’m best off staying single and keeping my friendships as they have been since we were younger.” Evie took a deep breath regretting referring Riley as the court whore, noticing Tariq and Neville with some strangers she began to panic. “I’m sorry Riley. I didn’t mean that. Why is Tariq and Neville here... and who are they?”

“I ... I don’t know. Going back on to Drake, he loves you but he won’t admit it. All I did was hug him and kiss him on the cheek. That was it Evie, I hope you believe me.”

“Get out of here now, go and find Liam and Bastien.” Is she even listening to me? Tariq and Neville aren’t issues.

“This is my Duchy! I’m not going anywhere.” Fucking hell Riley, maybe you and I are similar- both stubborn. Discretely sending a text to Liam, she hoped he would read it as soon as possible.

SOS TARIQ AND NEVILLE AND UNKNOWN PEOPLE ARE HERE- BRING THE GUARDS OUTSIDE ASAP

“Please Riley, I don’t trust either of them and whoever they are with....”

“Duchess Riley, Duchess Evangeline.”

“Hello gentlemen, I believe that you haven’t been invited to this event.” Tariq pulled Riley into his embrace, with a tight grip- seeing her struggle, Evie pulled him away from her. Fluttering her eyelashes at the man, she provided a fake smile- knowing that he probably could see straight through her but it was worth a risk.

“Tariq why don’t you let Riley go back to the festival, you and I can have a walk with Neville. I’m sure she needs to mingle as the host of tonight’s event.” Tariq gathered the men together, whilst whispering- smirking at the two duchesses.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving your fucking ass. And my country’s heir! Go to Liam now!”

“Like old times then Evie.” Evie grimaced as Tariq placed a longing kiss on her cheek, whilst wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Don’t fucking push it Tariq! A walk doesn’t mean sex... or rape in your case.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way Evie, we were all close back in the day. I mean you are the only woman that has rejected Liam, so you must have feelings for someone else- that could be me.”

“That is because I love him as a friend.”

“Like you both love Drake Walker too? That disgusting commoner.” Neville interrupted, scowling at Evie and Riley.

“They are both better men then you two will ever be.” Riley snapped, defending Drake- as well them both.

“What the fuck are you still doing here? You are due to be Queen- you have to mingle and look after yourself... I can handle this. I’m just a Duchess.”

“No Evie.” Before Riley could move or react, Neville pushed her towards the two strangers. Fucking hell, do I talk to a brick wall? Evie muttered to herself.

“Get the fuck off her!” Evie ran straight into Neville knocking him to the floor, using techniques that the Nevrakis’s taught her and Olivia as young girls- before pushing Riley out of the way. “Get help Riley! Or so help me I’ll kill you myself.”

*****

Bastien carried Evie into the ballroom, laying her down gently on the couch. Insisting that someone could see to her injuries whilst he and the other guards searched for Tariq, Neville and the men. Olivia noticed her best friend in a fragile way- before seeing to her she ushered all the nobles out of the room. “The festival is over for tonight, I’m sure Duchess Riley will thank you all for attending at a later date.”

“What the fuck happened Riley? Evie?”

“Those arseholes grabbed her.” Evie shouted as she held onto her ribs, every breath she took, every word she spoke the pain became more excruciating. “Treason on the future Queen... and....”

“And Evie saved my life.” And your baby’s life you dipshit.

“You need to go to hospital Evie.”

“I’m fine Max. They’ve given me the Botox look for free...” Trying to be funny even in this situation, pouting her now swollen lips- the friends didn’t know whether to laugh at her ‘joke’ or not.

“If Evie stood in why have you got mud all down you Riley?”

“She pushed me, not purposely. I’m fine Liam. Where’s Drake?”

“Fuck Drake. I’m fed up of you lying to everyone Riley. Take Liam upstairs and tell him the truth. I warned you that you needed more security. But do you listen? Do you fuck! Maybe now you may listen to me, because I’m not allowing you to play damsel in distress in my books anymore.”

Everyone turned to Riley, wondering what Evie was referring to. All assuming that she was playing down what they did to her.

“I’m going to go to my room if that’s okay everyone. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’ll escort you up Evie, Maxwell get her some painkillers and ice in her room. Riley I’ll see you in your master bedroom.”

“I’m fine Liam.”

“I insist, I need to talk about what happened and who was involved then we can get justice for you both.”

*****

Assisting her to stand up, Liam held Evie protectively and gently- before walking upstairs. It took them a while, but they eventually arrived at her room.

“So what happened?”

“Maybe if you read your text nothing would have happened- your Majesty.” Empathising his title, Liam felt guilty- knowing that the situation could have been more worse, or even fatal.

Riley ran into the ballroom, scrutinising it- Shaking, looking for her fiancé.

“Liam!”

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Holding her protectively, she began to hyperventilate- unable to prevent herself from shaking.

“It’s.... it’s... Evie...”

“She text me but I ignored it. I assumed it wasn’t important?”

“She’s hurt. She probably text you about that.... she needs help but wouldn’t allow me to help her.” Liam checked his phone, SOS- fuck. Insisting that Olivia, Maxwell and Hana stayed with Riley, whilst he and Bastien went to find Evie- he didn’t know what to expect. Arriving outside they saw her cowering on the floor, covered in blood and mud.

“Ev... Evie? What happened?” Wiping the fresh blood off her face, her lip began trembling- flashblacks of the night will forever haunt her. Bastien scooped her up, and spoke softly to her as the walked back towards the estate.

“Evie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I just believed that you was texting me to berate me about my behaviour in Vegas. Do you want me to help you get undressed? Or I could get someone else to assist you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Watching her struggle, was frustrating for him- he just wanted to help her as a friend but didn’t want to force the issue. Eventually she was undressed and dressed in her nightwear.

“What did you mean when you asked Riley to tell me the truth? Why would you sacrifice yourself?”

“You really need to talk to her, it’s not my place to say it. I was angry when it slipped out.”

“Can you not tell me a part of it?”

“It was about saving my country’s future. That’s all I’m saying Liam.”

“Because she’s going to be Queen?”

“Something like that.” Maxwell arrived with painkillers and ice, immediately wrapping the ice in a towel he pressed gently on his friend’s lips, cheek and finally ribs after asking which parts of her body was hurting.

“I’m just going to find Drake, she needs someone to stay with her tonight. If she asks I’ve gone to find Bastien.” Liam whispered to Max, who nodded in response knowing that she would refuse any help- but possibly Drake could comfort her in ways that no one else could.

*****

“Drake, it’s Liam. Please open the door.”

“Li... what’s up? I’m tired.”

“It’s Evie... listen I know what I did in Vegas was unacceptable, but that girl needs you. People insist that she loves you even if she won’t admit it, like you.”

“Liam, if you can’t have her no one can. So whatever the issue is, I’m sure you can see to it.” Sipping the whiskey, Liam shook his head- disappointed in his friends lack of empathy.

“Drake she’s hurt! This isn’t about me and her. You know how I feel about her, I will always love her. But if you can love her, and make her happy, I’m thrilled for the two of you.”

“What do you mean she’s hurt? Where is she?”

“She’s in her room.... Tariq....” Drake didn’t give Liam the opportunity to finish that sentence- anger immediately ran through his veins. Forgetting that he was in only his boxers he really didn’t care- if Evie needed him he would be there in a flash, if she didn’t want him there he would probably ignore her and stay anyway. Storming through the door, he paused as he realised that she was hurt - beyond words.

“Evie?”

“Dr- Drake?”

“Maxwell!” Maxwell shouted enthusiastically attempting to cheer the atmosphere up. Pushing Maxwell away, she covered her injuries up with her hand as best as she could- not wanting Drake to see her in this way.

“What has he done to you?” Kneeling down in front of her, he held her hand attentively. A tear creeped from his eye, unable to stay strong- feeling weak, he needed to get his act together.

“I fear what I did to them back...I’m fine.”

“Stop saying that Evie. Liam could barely hold you walking up here. I still think you should go to hospital for a check up.”

“Max I’m fine. Please. Just check on Riley with Liam.”

“If you need anything let us know. I promise to read my texts this time.” Both Liam and Maxwell kissed her gently on the cheek- not wanting to hurt her, on their way out they tapped Drake on his bare shoulder- both providing soft smiles.

“You stink of whiskey...”

“You should know that by now... or have you been living under a rock all this time?”

“I must have been... I’ve been oblivious about other things surrounding me.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter. Have you brought that whiskey with you? It would probably be a better pain killer than these.”

“Does it look like I’ve brought it? I’ve forgotten my clothes. Am I hiding it in my boxers?”

“Don’t make me laugh Drake, it hurts. It does look like you’ve got something down there.. but it’s not in the shape of a whiskey bottle.” Blushing, she knew her poor flirting skills were a slight embarrassment. If he was to question it she at least had the excuse of suffering a head injury.

“You know exactly what’s down there Duchess Evangeline... we’ve both missed you.”

“Drake... I... I’m sorry for leaving you in Vegas. I had Liam wanting to sleep with me, then you didn’t come back and he said that Riley was going to do the same with you... when you came back, I didn’t smell that usual whiskey scent- I smelt her. I was jealous. I should have just spoken to you, I have issues with trust.”

“I should have spoken to you too... why did you protect Riley tonight if you believed she did that with me?”

“I was protecting my future Queen and the crown prince or princess.”

“She’s pregnant?”

“She hasn’t told Liam, I figured it out. I gave her lemonade, said if anyone asked it had vodka in it. Liam asked me to tell him but I couldn’t, it’s not my business - so please don’t tell him.”

“I won’t tell him. He’s going to be thrilled. Do you need me to do anything for you whilst I’m here?”

“I’m fine, I’m just going to sleep the pain off- hopefully.” Drake didn’t respond, instead he fluffed the pillows- hoping she could get comfy in bed. “Drake? You didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t need to, but I want to. Are you going to get in? Then I can readjust the position of them if you need me to.” Following his orders, she eventually was in bed- using a stoic expression she tried to hide the pain that she was feeling. “Are you comfortable your grace?”

“Yes. Thank you, but...”

“But?”

“I can defend myself.. but can you stay with me until I go to sleep. I’d feel more safe.” Agreeing, he hoped that he could control his cock- this wasn’t the time to want to be sexual. Sliding next to her, he shuddered immediately.

“Fuck, you’re cold.”

“Can you keep me warm then Mr Walker?” She asked in a seductive manner, turning her face towards him. She rubbed her fingers along his bare chest, as her head slowly rested on him. The bedding was thick and soft like a cloud- but feeling him next to her made her feel warm instantly as if she was surrounded by lava. When they finally held each other in a warm, tender loving hug; their chests rising, their breathing in unison- the ‘warm blood’ that they could feel whilst in each others embrace made them both feel content.

“Evangeline Bruley, I love you.” Her eyes widened at this impromptu confession.

“How can you be sure? We’re just friends, friends that have shared a bed- twice now. I can’t say....” Caressing her cheek gently, he moved from the side of her and straddled her- making sure to not lean on her too hard. Kissing her cheek and placing a loving kiss on her swollen lip- the pain she felt vanished for a slight moment.

“I don’t want you to say it back. I think I’ve been in love with you since we were children, remember when we was like six or something and I shared my fruit with you? I’d never share my food with anyone.” Thinking back she laughed in her mind, he was so sweet that day from her memory.

“And now it’s whiskey that you won’t want to share...”

“I’d share with you. Lina, if you ever decide to love me back- I don’t want you to tell me until you are ready. I just had to tell you, I don’t know what I’d have done if they had hurt you anymore than they have done. If I see Tariq and Neville again, I’ll kill them with my bare hands- if you’ll allow me to I’m going to protect you for the rest of my life - whether that’s as friends...”

“Or more than friends?”

******

A few hours after the incident, Bastien made his way up to the master bedroom- Olivia is going to quite potentially kill me for being this late. Knocking on the door, he hated disturbing the king at such a late time.

“Sir? I’m sorry it’s late, but I thought you’d like an update regarding the men involved in Duchess Evangeline’s attack.”

“Come in Bast, Riley’s asleep. Scotch?”

“No thank you. Sir, we found two bodies- and have the suspects in for questioning.”

“Two bodies?” Liam became nervous, his hand began to shake uncontrollably- slowly losing his usual stoic expression.

#trr #trr choices #trr fanfic #drake x evie #drake x mc #drake walker #evangeline bruley #trr we belong #liam rhys #riley brooks #maxwell beaumont #duchess olivia

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Thanks to @fever-ish who picked, and was most definitely not forced to pick, some writing prompts for me. Did I write the prompts perfectly?? Ehh... I had fun nonetheless!

Very short drabbles below.

℧: a damp towel against flushed, feverish skin for Luciano and Jun

Luciano is a very fun loving and lovable bear of a guy.

Jun is more serious and down to earth.

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“Jun?” Luciano called into his boyfriend’s dark apartment. Jun was meant to meet Luciano at the Italian restaurant an hour ago, but when the other failed to arrive, and he couldn’t get through to him on the phone, concern led him here.

The door was uncharacteristically unlocked, which only added to the worry.

“Jun?” Luciano let himself in, completely forgetting to remove his shoes as more pressing matters were at hand. “You in here?”

What if something had happened? What if Jun was laying on the floor bleeding somewhere? What if he had been kidnapped? What if he-

A loud snore came from the living room, and Luciano couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at what he saw.

Jun was sprawled across the couch, mouth hanging open, glasses still on, and clinging to a wad of tissues. Speaking of tissues, they were everywhere. The small bin that was near the couch was overflowing onto the floor.

“Sweetheart.” Luciano said in an endearing tone as he crossed the small space and rested a hand on Jun’s forehead.

This woke Jun up as he slowly opened and blinked his eyes. “Luciano? Why are you-?”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Luciano soothed, running his fingers through Jun’s hair. “You’re burning up! No wonder you forgot about going out today.” The realization hit Jun like a ton of bricks. “I’m so sorry, Luciano. I’m- K’tshu -‘tshu”

Jun brought the pile of tissues he was holding onto up to his nose and sniffled.

“You’re sick! These things happen.” Luciano smiled. “I’m here now. I’ll take care of you.”

He placed his hand on Jun’s forehead again, and then moved to cup his cheek. “You really are warm. Hang on a sec.” Luciano walked out of view, but quickly returned. Carefully he placed a cool rag on Jun’s forehead. “My mom always did this for me when I was little. Hopefully it’ll cool you down some.”

Jun smiled a little. “I am really sorry, but I’m so happy you're here, darling.”

Luciano smiled back. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just glad it’s not worse. Now sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Jun’s eyes slid closed. “Promise?” Luciano found Jun’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. “Promise.”

✓: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared for Nikolai

Nikolai my electric boi

Danny is a friend of Nikolai’s that can see ghosts, and likes to drag Nikolai on ghost hunting adventures.

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“Nikolai! Hey! Niko!” Danny called. He went to touch Nikolai’s shoulder, but was zapped. This wasn’t good. Danny should have listened more when Nikolai complained about his sore throat, but how was he to know Nikolai also had a fever to accompany it? Honestly, Nikolai probably didn’t realize himself.

Nikolai had decided to faint while the two were trespassing. Danny needed to get him up and out of here.

“Nikolai!” Danny called louder. This seemed to work as his eyes opened.

“Dmitri?” Nikolai asked.

“No, no it’s Danny. Dmitri isn’t here.”

“Where did he go?” Nikolai looked around. “What happened to the house?

Oh no, did the electricity fry his brain? Danny tried to keep calm, but the sun was coming up and he was afraid someone was going to stumble on the two. “We’re not at your home. We’re in an abandoned house, remember?” “There was a duck-” Nikolai began.

“No, there are no ducks. You must have been dreaming.” Danny wanted to shake this fool back into his senses.

Nikolai blinked a few times. “No ducks. No Dmitri. No Danny-” “No, I’m here.” Danny reminded him. Forget shaking, maybe a good slap would fix him?

Nikolai slowly sat up, hair standing on end from the pent up electric in his body. Eyes glasses and looking as if they were peering at something far away. His breath hitched. “Hi-Hi’kchu!” The flashlight in Danny’s hand made a pop sound before going out.

Something about the sneeze must have fixed the screw that had come loose in Nikolai’s brain.

“What’s going on? Why am I on the floor?” Nikolai rubbed the back of his head where a knot was forming.

“You fainted, dude. You should have told me you were this sick.” Danny stood, pulling out his cell phone to use as a light. Danny offered a hand to help Nikolai stand, but Nikolai refused since he didn’t want to shock the other.

Nikolai rose to unsteady feet, but after a few seconds he was able to stand without wobbling. “I didn’t know I was, but now that you mention it I feel like trash.”

Danny shone the light towards the direction they needed to go. “Let’s get you out of here before you faint again.” “Yeah.” Nikolai agreed. “I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. You said we were going for ice cream.” Danny laughed. “Why do you fall for that every time?”

✿: feeling so out of it, they need constant attention for Sparrow (& Finch?)

Sparrow can manipulate energy. A bit of a goofball

Finch is his identical twin brother. No magic powers. Puts up with the goofball.

Olivia is Finch’s wife. Puts up with both of them.

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“Sparrow? What are you doing?” Finch had woken up to use the bathroom, but what he didn’t expect was to find Sparrow in the hallway slumped and leaning his head against the wall at 4am.

Sparrow looked at his brother. Opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. Words were having a hard time forming. “I needed…. I was….” Sparrow stood up a little straighter. “I can’t remember why I got up.”

Finch raised an eyebrow. “Then go back to bed. It’s late.”

“Can’t.” Came Sparrow’s reply as he leaned against the wall again. “Can’t move. Don't feel well.”

Finch crossed the small space and laid a hand on Sparrow’s forehead. “You do feel warm. C’mon, we need to get you back into your bed.”

Finch wrapped his arm around Sparrow and led him back into the bedroom, depositing his twin onto the bed, but Sparrow didn’t stay down long. Sparrow almost immediately stood back up, wobbled a bit, but was then guided back to the bed by his brother.

“What are you doing? Sleep!” Finch tried to forcefully lay his brother down.

“Water. I got up earlier to get water.” Sparrow made as if he was going to stand again, but Finch grabbed his shoulders and wouldn’t let him move.

“I’ll go get you some. Just don’t move until I get back.” Finch exited the room, went to the bathroom finally, and got a glass of water from the kitchen.

But it was short lived as Finch came into the hallway and there was Sparrow leaning against the wall again.

“Are you serious right now?” Finch said.

Sparrow looked at his brother. “I needed water-” “I went to get you water, remember?” Finch held up the glass for his brother to see.

Sparrow stared at the glass. Seconds passed by before he slumped even harder into the wall looking as if he may collapse any second. “Don’t feel well, Finchy.”

“I know.” Finch spoke sympathetically. “Let me put the water down, and then I’ll come help you.”

Finch set the glass on the nightstand in Sparrow's bedroom, before coming back and collecting his twin.

“Okay, now stay in bed.” Finch tucked his brother in and made to leave, but Sparrow grabbed a hold of the back of his shirt.

“Stay. For a minute.” Sparrow looked as if he was going to fall asleep any second.

Finch sighed and slid into the bed as well. “You’re really needy when you’re sick.”

Sparrow chuckled, but it turned into a cough.

Suddenly he sat up.

Finch sat up too. “What are you doin-?” “Hech’chu! Etch’chu!” Sparrow angled his sneezes off the side of the bed as pure energy shot out of his mouth. The room lit up from the two blasts. Sparrow let out a sigh and grabbed at the side of his head. “Everything is spinning.”

Finch guided Sparrow back into the bed. “You’re a disaster.”

Sparrow smiled. “I’m your disaster.” “I don’t claim you as mine.” Finch retorted, but also smiled. “Now sleep! It’s late.”

Sparrow nodded and closed his eyes.

Finch decided to wait until Sparrow was asleep before going back to the bedroom. He didn’t need his brother wandering the house all night.

Maybe, maybe Finch will just rest his eyes. He removed his glasses and got comfortable.

Olivia found them the next morning sharing the bed. She sipped her coffee from the doorway and decided to not bother them. Luckily it was the weekend, and if the two wanted a sleepover who was she to stop them?

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Satum Novum Chapter 1:High Seas FFXV Gladnis

This is a repost of an older work from AO3. Hope you all enjoy. :)

Summary: Noctis gets kidnapped and Ignis is lost at sea after he tries to thwart the plot. Now as he struggles to save himself and locate the missing prince, he stumbles upon the last person he ever expected to find. Gladiolus Amicitia, the shield that decided to become a fisherman instead. Will he make it in time to rescue Noctis or has he failed his one and only friend?

Chapter 1:

The idea of death had crossed his mind several times. The odds of being rescued were extremely rare and his body couldn’t hold out much longer. Ignis wasn’t sure what was worse, the idea of traitors in the royal ranks or his princes questionable safety. Not that it mattered he was going to die soon and no one would ever know what had really happened.

Treading water was an interesting thing. A human could do this action for a couple days at most, but that was under certain circumstances. Ignis had been in the water now for about eighteen hours. Things flittered through his mind in uncoordinated bundles. He had been grateful at first that the water temperature had been warm. It saved him from catching hypothermia right away, though he was shivering now as he’d been in for far too long.

However, his traitorous brain would then tell him this was merely prolonging his death. Dying slowly was agonizing. He knew he would run out of energy and sink beneath the waves to eventually drown. With no water and nothing to drink he was pushing it already.

The items on his person that were waterproof, his watch and phone weren’t much use. His phone had run out of battery and was out of range anyway. His watch only served to remind him of the countdown to his demise.

Continuing to stay upright he focused on breathing. Why was he even bothering, he was a dead man playing with time. Then he saw it, a ship in the distance. Despite the fact that Ignis knew they couldn’t see him, he still screamed at the top of his lungs. Waiting for the ship to steer his direction was excruciating. What if they went the other way? He would watch his one and only chance at savior sail away that would be heartbreaking.

Several times it appeared the ship was turning away and he nearly cried. Then against all odds it got closer and closer. He waved his hands and yelled hoping someone would see or hear him. The moment when a tall dark haired man waved back and pointed to him was overwhelming. The rush of relief at being spotted made Ignis temporarily stop moving. Sinking beneath the surface he struggled to get his head above water once more. His body was reaching its limits.

The dark haired man was shouting directions to his crew as they navigated the craft closer to Ignis. It was a fairly good sized fishing charter boat, big enough that there was no way to board without a ladder.

He kept sinking beneath the surface due to the shock of being rescued. Someone shouted something, a warning, and then a life ring was thrown out for him. Swimming to the floating ring was a challenge. Ignis swallowed sea water as he attempted to stay afloat. Finally he was able to grasp it and he could mercifully rest his legs and arms.

As the dark hair man pulled him closer, Ignis noticed another crew member with a new rope. It had a harness attached. Once he was next to the hull, the second rope was lowered with instructions for looping his arms and upper body into the harness. He complied and then he began to feel himself being lifted. Focusing on holding on tight he closed his eyes. Part of his brain was unable to come to terms with the fact that he was being rescued. It was so surreal, in a panic he opened his eyes to check it was still happening.

That’s when he saw his rescuer up close. The tall dark haired man was holding onto his arm and hauling him over the railing. He had long hair that was pulled back away from his face, and he was talking to him. Ignis could barely process anything, he was dimly aware of hands removing the harness and being laid down.

“Hey buddy stay with me.” A voice urged. “What’s your name?” The man tried again.

“I—Ignis.” He managed to croak. His voice was raw from yelling and lack of water to drink.

“How long were you out here?” The man asked.

“More than a day.” Ignis rasped. “He desperately wanted something to drink, but wasn’t sure he’d pass out before he was able to ask.

“Shit!” The man exclaimed. “Prompto go fetch me water now! Hey stay with me for a little bit longer. You need to drink something and then I’ll take you below deck and get you dried off.”

This Prompto returned with the water, but that meant he had to sit up. His body was done moving and was on strike. His rescuer figured this out pretty fast and helped lever Ignis up into sitting position. Making a move to take the bottle almost worked, Ignis was tired and uncoordinated so he faltered. The dark haired man gave up after a second and brought the bottle to Ignis’ lips.

Normally this type of action would have not been tolerated by Ignis but he needed water. It may have been a blessing he wasn’t holding it. The man slowly tipped the water back and Ignis knew he would have tried to gulp the whole thing down in heartbeat.

“I’m not feeling so great.” Ignis mumbled. “I’m cold.”

“Working on that next buddy, I’m going to carry you so don’t freak out.”

The next few minutes were odd indeed. Ignis’ world tilted as this man picked him up off the deck. Then a blur of dark and light spaces proceeded to pass him by. Finally they stopped and he was being put down on the floor again.

“Prompto! Kiddo where are you? I need those towels.” The man yelled.

The blond haired youth named Prompto appeared with an armful of towels. He quickly came into the room and waited for more instruction.

“Hey Ignis.” The man spoke. “I need to get you out of your wet clothes and dried off. Are you okay with me doing that?”

Ignis managed a nod and tried fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt. His fingers were numb, astrals this was bad. The stranger got his buttons undone fast and tugged Ignis up into sitting position to remove the shirt.

“Prompto help me, make sure he stays upright.”

Ignis felt the blond haired man grasp his shoulders and hold him firmly. It helped tremendously otherwise he would have fallen to the side ages ago. His shirt was taken off and then his undershirt was pulled over his head.

Next came his shoes and trousers. Ignis chose to ignore the last shred of his dignity being stripped away, as his boxers were taken off. He knew it was necessary and honestly it felt so much better to not have any wet clothing sticking to his skin.

The stranger spared him complete humiliation by quickly throwing a towel over his midsection once he was fully disrobed.

“You’ve got hair drying duty I’ll get his legs.” The man said as he handed a towel to Prompto.

Ignis zoned out, despite being out of the water and getting dry he was still shivering violently. “Do --do you have a blanket?” He asked hoping they would wrap him up soon.

“I’ve got a bunk right here with a pile of blankets on it just for you. Give me a sec.”

As promised a moment later the dark haired man bodily lifted him again and placed him in a bunk a few feet away. Ignis sighed loudly in contentedness as the covers were pulled up around his body. He might survive this ordeal yet.

“Try and relax, you’re safe, you can rest.” The stranger urged.

That was all Ignis needed to hear and he passed out.

“Uh Gladio – come take a look at this.” Prompto announced as he held Ignis’ clothes while they both stood in the common area.

“What is it Blondie? Upset because he dresses better than you?”

“Hey! I like my style.” Prompto huffed. “Stop distracting me, this could be important. Take a look at the label in his shirt; it says it came from the ‘crown tailors’. Does that mean the crown?” He stressed.

Gladio trudged over finally and took a peek. Sure enough the label inside read as Prompto had described it. “Have you heard any chatter over the radio about any boating accidents?”

“Nothing, which is really weird right?” The younger man pondered. “Unless it was on a secret mission and the boat sank and Ignis is the only survivor.”

Staring at the blond Gladio sighed heavily. “You and your imagination. If there had been other people don’t you think Ignis would have said something about looking for other survivors?”

“Not if he is sworn to secrecy and the mission failed.”

Rubbing his face with his hands Gladio chose to walk away and rummage through the food stores. “I’m going to go sit with him in case he wakes up again. I’m worried he didn’t drink enough water before he passed out. You gonna keep my boat float?”

“Okay you have trained me really well on that part; I promise I won’t let anything too terrible happen.” Prompto swore as he crossed his heart with his fingers.

Pursing his lips together Gladio shook his head. “I’m not sure whether to be happy that you know your limitations or worried that you know your limitations.”

“Oh go I’ll be fine. I know where you are and I can use the P.A. if I need to.”

“Fine.” Gladio huffed as he grabbed some apples and water. Smiling at Prompto he turned and left the common area. His blond friend was an odd ball for sure. Poor guy had been chased down by a bunch of local thugs one night, and he’d sought solace on Gladio’s fishing boat. Why on Eos he’d been trailing around the run down port of east Niflheim was beyond him.

Gladio had finished his business and put out to sea without even realizing the plucky kid had gotten stuck in his bait hold. He remembered getting the fright of his life when he went to check the bait stocks. All he saw was a shock of blond hair and a skinny arm reaching out to grab him.

That was almost two years ago and no matter how hard he tried the guy wouldn’t leave. Not that he minded so much, it was nice to have company when he was in between fishing seasons and down a full crew.

Approaching his cabin he pushed the door open slowly and walked in. Ignis was still unconscious but thankfully he’d stopped shivering. He’d only left him for about ten minutes and he looked so much better already. Gladio figured he’d wait another hour and then try and wake Ignis up to drink something. For now he setup his hammock and grabbed a book.

Panic gripped the advisor as he awoke. Where was he? What had happened to Noct? The gentle shaking of his shoulders stopped when he finally opened his eyes. It was immediately evident that his face had betrayed his fears.

“Whoa Ignis don’t freak out, you’re still safe. I picked you up in the open sea about two hours ago. Remember?” His rescuer asked.

The memories of his hellish adventure came flooding back. The royal vessel and the traitors that had so cruelly shoved him overboard, he could only pray that Noct was unharmed. He needed to find his prince before it was too late. “I need to go.” He uttered quickly.

“I figured you’d say something like when you woke up. I’ve already charted a course back to the main land.”

“Where?”

“A fairly decent sized port near Altissia. I can radio ahead if you need to deliver a message of any kind.”

“No!” Ignis hissed that was the last thing he needed. He had no idea how many other kingsglaive had been turned.

The stranger held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. “Don’t stress, I won’t do anything until you’re ready.”

The response calmed Ignis somewhat. At least he didn’t have to fight with this man over things of that nature. “What do I call you?” Ignis asked suddenly when he realized he had no name for his savior.

“The names Gladiolus Amicitia, but you can call me Gladio.” He smiled.

Ignis blinked stupidly at Gladio. Blaming his exhaustion for being unable to think clearly he tried to find out more information. “Who’s your father?” He asked weakly.

Gladio narrowed his eyes. “I’ll play fifty questions with you but you need to drink some water first.”

Oh.

The thought of water was so pleasant it nearly distracted him completely. Working an arm out from the covers he reached out to take the bottle. Gladio carefully helped him sit up so he could drink. After the bottle was drained Ignis became aware of his state of undress. He opened his mouth to speak again but Gladio cut him off.

“I’ve got some spare clothes for you if you’re able?”

Nodding quickly earned him a lap of comfortable looking garments. Gladio remained by his side as he pulled the worn but very soft t-shirt over his head. It was good that Gladio was nearby, as he almost toppled sideways out of the bed, when the shirt was over his head. He could add lack of balance to his list of problems.

Laying back down Ignis took the sweatpants and managed to don them while staying under the covers. He sighed heavily after the task was complete. “Thank you.” He mumbled, sleep was threatening to take him again.

“Let me cut you up an apple before you pass out again.” Gladio added as he patted Ignis’ shoulder.

Watching as the dark haired man pulled a chair over to sit beside him, Ignis worked to remain awake. He focused on Gladio cutting the apple and watched his fingers work the blade around the fruit.

“Here.” He offered as he held out a small slice.

Ignis accepted and munched slowly, astrals he was hungry. Accepting each slice gratefully he was starting to relax slightly.

“So my father is Clarus Amicitia, the King’s shield. However, I have a feeling you already knew that.”

“Did my phone make it?” Ignis asked suddenly.

“Huh? A yeah it did actually. Prompto’s charging it now. Fancy with technology these days eh, making water resistant phones and all.”

“I must get to shore quickly.” Ignis reiterated.

“Don’t worry I’m working on it trust me.”

“When was the last time you saw your father?” Ignis asked as he bounced back to the topic at hand.

Gladio rubbed at the back of neck. “I dunno exactly but it’s been a while. After my mom died, when I was young, I went to live with an Aunt. My younger sister and I spent our youth visiting dad on the weekends. That got to be hard with his work schedule so we stopped going after a while.”

“I’m sorry to hear it.” Ignis offered.

“I have good memories, which helps, but it was still sad not being with him all the time.”

“May I ask why you haven’t taken up the family profession?”

Gladio scoffed. “I’ve trained for it, believe me.”

Ignis knew this was true simply based off of Gladio’s actions to date. He’d been picked up twice already by the man, and he could see his muscled physique plain as day. “What happened then?”

“I didn’t want to get sucked into a life that wasn’t my own. I grew up never seeing my dad and it was because of his job. I didn’t want to do that to my sister.”

“But aren’t you out on this boat a lot?” Ignis asked unable to stop himself.

“Yeah – you got a point there, but I do spend the off season at home with Iris, my sister, and she tags along sometimes. Titan’s ass, listen to me rattle on about shit you don’t care about. Sorry.” Gladio admitted.

“I don’t mind, it’s nice to hear actually.” Ignis had been curious about Clarus’ home life or lack thereof. He’d known the man had children but he’d never met them. Sighing he decided he might have to divulge more information about his situation. He had a feeling he might need the services of a runaway shield.

“So what about you? How’d you end up floating in the middle of the sea?” Gladio asked with a concerned look. “You don’t have to answer that yet, I really should let you rest. You look wicked tired.”

It was true Ignis was struggling to stay awake, but he did feel it might be beneficial to share some of his story. “It’s alright, you deserve to know more.” He added right before he yawned widely.

“You need to sleep, it can wait.”

“Mmm sleep does sound wonderful, but I must tell you some part of my story in case it proves useful.” Ignis could see the look of confusion cross Gladio’s face. “My full name is Ignis Scientia and I’m the royal advisor to his highness Prince Noctis.”

Gladio appeared dumbstruck. “I would hear my father mention someone by the name of Scientia when I was younger. The prince’s future advisor and babysitter, if I recall.”

Ignis smiled at that remark. “Ah yes I do still hear that occasionally.” The thought of caring for his prince did reignite his worry. “I was accompanying the prince on a special fishing trip when I discovered there were traitors in our midst. I was unable to act fast enough and they literally shoved me overboard in the dead of night.”

“Damn! That’s shitty. The astrals must want you to save him since you got rescued. Honestly, I wasn’t even meant to be where I was when I found you. I’d gotten off course and was about to correct it when I saw you waving.”

That information caught Ignis off guard. He wasn’t expecting to be told of his near doom. “Oh – that is – uh.” The advisor couldn’t figure out what to say. Being reminded that he had nearly died was doing funny things to his brain. The feeling of tears pricking at his eyes surprised him. Taking a deep breath Ignis worked to calm down. He’d been saved and that’s what mattered.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. Try not to focus on the ‘what if’s’ you’re safe now.” Gladio announced kindly.

“Can I ask that you keep this information quiet for now? I’m not sure who I can trust.” Ignis asked seriously.

“Sure thing, you’re lucky my dad likes you otherwise we might have a problem.”

“Huh?” Now it was Ignis’ turn to be confused. “I thought you didn’t talk much anymore?”

“Yeah well you’ve been in service to the crown for a long time, and I do remember my dad talking about you. Nothing personal just that he thought you were a good influence on the prince. I’ll have to take your word that you’re not one of the traitors.”

“I would die for highness; I can assure you I’m one of the good guys.”

“Well you almost did die for your prince already, so hopefully you won’t have to do it again.” Gladio added. “Now rest, I’ve chewed your ear off for far too long.”

Ignis hummed his approval and closed his eyes. He could feel the blanket being pulled up to cover his shoulders. Shoving his thoughts aside he tumbled into sleep once more.

“What do you mean he’s disappeared?” Noct yelled. “People don’t disappear on a fucking boat!”

“Highness watch your language.” Drautos hissed.

“I will do no such thing, my friend is missing and we need to figure out what happened!”

“You must consider the possibility that he slipped and fell overboard last night.” Lazarus offered with a sneer. “It’s hard to see at night and the seas were choppy.”

“Ignis is smart he wouldn’t have fallen overboard. We need to turn around and backtrack; we need to find him before he drowns!” Noct added frantically.

“I’ve put out a distress call just in case there are any other boats in the area. They will keep an eye out.” Drautos added with little sympathy.

“No this is unacceptable. We are turning around now! That’s an order!” Noct huffed crossing his arms and frowning.

Drautos looked irritated and he looked to Lazarus with a glare. “Of course highness. Lazarus go tell the captain to get this boat turned around.”

Lazarus left quickly and then it happened. Noct watched in horror as Drautos suddenly morphed into a full suite of magical armor. The ensuing battle was far from fair. Sure, he could use his magic to defend himself but it wasn’t working real well. Fighting on a boat was hazardous. One wrong move and the boat would sink essentially dooming them all. The turning point had been when Drautos had threatened just that.

He had forced the battle down to the cabins below and was ready to open a hole in the bottom of the vessel. Noct was livid he’d been duped by the very captain of the guard. A small hope flickered in him that Lazarus had made a distress call. That idea was squashed when he saw the glaive coming to join them.

“Put it on him.” Drautos ordered.

Before Noct could ask, Lazarus was standing beside him holding a metal collar. “I’m not wearing that fucking thing!” he sputtered.

“You don’t have a choice. Put it on or I’ll sink the boat.” Drautos growled.

After an intense stare down Noct finally took the offending item from Lazarus and fastened it on his neck. The device blocked his use of magic.

“If you try and remove it, it will electrocute you.”

The prince wished it was full of explosives instead. He would have considered trying to remove it with them all on the boat. He would at least be taking down two traitors. His advisor was most likely dead and things were looking grim. “Why?” he asked curtly.

“Nothing personal highness, I want money plain and simple. Lazarus, lock him in his cabin would you.” Drautos ordered.

Once inside his room Noct sat down and tried not to cry. This was so bad. He needed to figure out how to send a distress call. Reaching for his phone revealed no signal. He’d need to get to the bridge above to use the radio. Without his magic that was going to be a hard task.

The Eos was a boring place these days. There had been no major wars in the last three hundred years, and no one died from the scourge anymore. The history books were full of tales of the black death but the malady had been banished half a millennia ago. Even the daemons that roamed the lands were gone. Monsters still lurked here and there but they were manageable.

Some ancient Lucis Caelum had come back to life and saved them all. Or at least that’s how the story was told. No one knew exactly what had happened, merely that the current Lucis Caelums were tasked with protecting the crystal that gave life to their Eos. He used its very magic to fight with and it felt brilliant. What a waste to have such power and not use it for domination.

However, the soldier wasn’t stupid and he knew a rebellion of that nature would never work. The Eos liked being at peace. The idea had come to him to operate on a slightly smaller scale. Every large city across the Eos had a darker side.

Organized crime.

Once he’d completed this mission and gotten his ransom money he was going to relocate to Niflheim and open up shop as it were. He had power, and he would have money to go with it soon. He’d instructed Lazarus to plot a course to angelgard. The time had come to make his move.

>Next Chapter 2 or read on AO3

#ffxv #fanfic #gladnis #gladio #ignis

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Marinaked, Ch. 7

Marinaked Archive

Chat Noir had not had a good day.

To start with, there’d been the whole Marinette problem. Every single time she so much as breathed behind him his chest had gotten tight, the tips of his ears burning, as he was forcibly reminded of what he’d seen, as well as the content of some of his filthier dreams; it was a wonder he’d been able to concentrate at all, to write notes beyond Naked Mari Naked Mari Naked Mari.

And then—and then he’d lost his shirt during the Akuma fight. Embarrassing enough on its own, but normally he could’ve expected Ladybug’s professionalism to keep the rest of the team in line. Instead, the attitude he’d respected since day one and come to expect as a given had utterly evaporated: Ladybug had been basically drooling over his abs. She’d been staring at him the way Plagg looked at Camembert right before he swallowed it whole, like she wanted to just—well. And then... he’d basically had to get naked again for Ladybug to cast the cure—only for her to get so distracted staring at him that she’d dropped the pajamas about four stories, and Queen Bee had had to swing down and grab them because nobody else had been in any condition to concentrate (especially with Carapace absolutely boggled over his sneak peek of his girlfriend’s outfit for the evening).

Too little sleep and the constant bouncing of his thoughts between the two women was frying his poor kitty brain. Honestly, he was lucky he’d made it to patrol at all, much less without tripping over his own two feet—or over something else that was making it rather hard for him to run.

Though his partner for the evening certainly seemed to think otherwise.

"Ugh!” Queen Bee yelled from a rooftop across the street, throwing up her hands. “You are utterly useless tonight, you know that?”

Chat shook his head, trying to dispel thoughts of Marinette’s fingers on his skin or Ladybug’s lips on his face. “S-Sorry!” he yelped. “I’ll... hang on. Be there in a sec.”

Queen Bee groaned. “What’s the point?” she said. She bent her legs, bounding across the street to land next to him with a scatter of shingles. “You’re just going to keep mooning over her all evening anyway, might as well stop here.”

Chat grumbled. He wanted to say he wasn’t mooning, but... he was. He totally was.

Queen Bee clapped his shoulder. “Come on, Hairball,” she said. “Why the long face? I figured you’d be happy you finally got with Ladybug.”

Chat narrowed his eyebrows and shot her a sidelong glance. “Got with?”

Queen Bee frowned. “Wait,” she said. “You’re not...?”

Chat snorted, shaking his head, and decided that standing was for chumps. He collapsed onto his butt.

”Oh, come on!” Queen Bee said, joining him on the ground/roof much more gracefully, crossing her legs as she sat. “We all saw the way she was looking at you today, you had to have done something.”

Chat shook his head and shrugged. “If something happened, I don’t know about it.”

“Well, damn,” Queen Bee said. She put a finger to her chin. “So... she’s still available...?” she said, more to herself than Chat.

“Bee,” Chat growled.

Bee’s eyes widened and she clenched her fists against the tiles of the roof. “I said that out loud?” she said, a horrified blush filling her cheeks.

Chat snorted again, the settled back onto his arms. “Hey, uh, Chloé?” he said. “You’re in the same class as... as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, right?”

Queen Bee blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “You know her?”

”Yeah, she’s a...” Chat bit his lip. “She’s a friend.”

Bee’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my god,” she said, shoving his shoulder. “You have a crush!”

Chat crossed his arms above his head and ducked, trying to ward off further snacks to the upper body. “I do not!” he yelped, but it sounded weak even to him. He could feel his human ears burning as his face turned red, and he sighed, lowering his arms and looking at Queen Bee with what he hoped was a plaintive expression. “Please,” he said. “Don’t tell Ladybug.”

Queen Bee placed her hand over her mouth, fingers touching her lips, trying to hold in her laughter but not really doing that at all.

”I’m serious!” Chat yelped. His face fell. “She’ll think I’m... she’ll... she’ll think I’m a cad.”

”Oh, Chat,” Bee said, placing her hand on his shoulder. “You can do better than Dupain-Cheng.” She waved her other hand in a sort of half-shrug. “Besides, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Chat turned to her, questioning.

Bee sighed. “You know my friend Adrien Agreste? The model?”

Chat’s lips twisted upward in a wry grin.

Bee nodded. “She’s completely head-over-heels for him,” she said, and Chat felt his heart leap. Marinette... she liked him? Like... more than like?

He almost didn’t notice when Queen Bee looked away and her eyes grew somber. “Nobody else has ever been able to catch her eye,” she murmured, her voice dripping with disappointment.

Chat blinked. “Wait a second,” he said. “You—do you have a crush?”

”What!?” Bee shrieked, throwing her hands up, palms toward him. “No, I—I’m not—I don’t—I’m straight...” She trailed off, horrified.

Chat smirked. “Are you telling me,” he said, “that you wouldn’t kiss Ladybug if you had the chance?”

Bee grimaced. “That doesn’t count,” she muttered. “Everyone would.”

Chat opened his mouth to reply, but then his cat ears twitched at the familiar wizz-crack of Ladybug’s yo-yo. He turned, confused—it wasn’t her turn to patrol, what was she...

Ladybug tripped halfway up the roof, rolling forward and smacking straight into Chat's chest. They both stumbled, but he wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to hold her up.

"Thissss... it’s your fault, you stupid..." She jabbed him in the chest with her finger. "Stupid... pretty... face!" She giggled, then went limp, collapsing into Chat's arms.

"Ladybug?" Chat gasped. "Are you okay?"

"Mmmmmmfine," she drawled. Then she giggled. "Don't tell Tikki," she whispered. "She thinks I'm home."

"Oh my god," Queen Bee said, covering her mouth. "She's drunk."

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incorrectly-quoted-queers · 4 years

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Drunk Punch Love: INTERMISSION ARCHANGEL

Pairing: FemShep and Garrus Vakarian (Shakarian)

Rating: PG-13 (with some tossed F-bombs)

Summary: Their awkward, badass journey through saving the galaxy and accidentally falling in love

INTERMISSION ARCHANGEL: The End.

Shepard had been dead 232 days.

Garrus had been going over their new security measures when the apartment's front door pinged. It wasn't a sound he heard often, since all the crew had their own codes to the back door. But the Via siblings were new, and Butler's wife did sometimes stop by, so he figured it was just one of them.

What he didn't expect was a female turian with blue markings to have her arms crossed, looking at him like he just committed a crime. Before he could react, the glare faded and she smiled at him. Garrus' head still wasn't fully straight when she pulled him into her arms.

It only clicked together that this wasn't some damn fever dream when she started talking. "Happy birthday, baby brother!"

Oh. It was that day.

"I'd ask if I surprised you, but I already know I did." The second he shut his door behind him, closing off his vigilante world from his family, that damned brain of hers caught on and she peered at him. "I know you wouldn't have anything planned for your birthday, so what are you hiding?"

If it was his father, he could lie and say a woman and the man would happily walk away from the shut door, uninterested. But Solana was a different beast. She was curious, intrusive, and interested in damn near anything. It would be hard to keep her out of his apartment, lined with guns, gear, and a krogan casing the joint.

Also, she definitely would give him shit for his undecorated bedroom and that was a blast from the past he never wanted to deal with again.

So, his best shot was to go truth adjacent. "There was a break-in on my block. I have a consultant in there retrofitting my place with more security."

"You caring about your own well-being and safety is... new, but I won't complain." Solana snorted and shook her head at him, in her normal well-meaning but condescending way. "Only you would schedule a security consultation on your birthday. Were you going to do anything at all?"

Garrus leaned against his door and tried not to look too pissed off, because Solana knew the answer to that and was really just trying to push his buttons. Sure, that would be a stretch for anyone else, but his big sister? He knew how she operated. Probe for intel and then use that intel to make whatever point she was making infallible. He stuck with, "You know the answer to that."

"Doesn't the fact I know the answer to that speak volumes to the issue at hand?" Dammit. And he thought he said something neutral. Before he could spike back, she added, "It's been three years, Garrus, you're not dancing on mother's grave just because you dare to enjoy your birthday."

Now that one was a funny answer. "Really Sol? That's easy for you to say when she didn't die on yours."

"I've never liked the guilt games you and father play. Just yesterday he was messaging me about how it's his fault you react poorly to death and rebel. But do either of you do anything with that guilt? Because that's progress I'd like to see." Garrus almost laughed, because the one thing close to progress was also the one thing he really didn't want her to see. "Life happens. Death happens. Now, if I remember correctly, I begged for a sibling. So if not for yourself, let's celebrate the happiest day of my four year old life, meeting my little brother."

He wanted to stay mad and indignant, maybe even scare her off. But dammit, he cared too much about Solana for that. Groaning, he pushed off the door and conceded. "Fine, let's go get some food and see a flick or something. You did come all this way to see me."

"You're right, I did, so thank you for appreciating it." She walked forward first and he took the opportunity to cover his tracks. With a flick of his wrist he typed out a quick message to Jawth and Sidonis, asking them to hide the guns and clean up the place before he got back; that his sister came for a surprise visit.

They agreed without asking a single question. Which was good, because he'd rather off himself than tell those assholes what day it was.

Now the real landmine was keeping Solana from looking too deeply into the Archangel rumors. If that caught her interest, he was sure she could figure it out. He didn't expect her to snitch to their father, who would objectively hate what he was doing, but he also didn't know how she'd react.

Garrus just wanted his sister to remain his annoying, inordinately supportive sister. He didn't want that to get complicated.

Somehow, he managed to dodge all Archangel talk the entire time. His most impressive save was pretending to choke on something to be louder than and scare off a guy at the cafe who wouldn't stop talking about his crew and their latest hit. Solana definitely didn't need to hear about "That blue-ass sniper turian."

That was more than enough to get her curious.

When they got to his apartment door, he almost breathed a sigh of relief. They'd made it, all the way back to his place, and she still didn't know. She could spend the night here and then he could send her back off to her life on Palaven, no harm no foul.

But for all his attempts, he'd forgotten one small, terrible little factor.

Sidonis knew who he was, and that man had a lot of contacts.

The second the metal panels slid open, every single one of his team was there, grinning like mad, with a garrish looking cake stuffed with candles. And right in front of his sister, the fuckers yelled, "Happy birthday, Archangel."

There were a lot of times with Shepard he wished to kill a man, but this time, he wanted to kill nine.

Solana just glared at him with a knowing smirk. "I fucking knew you were hiding something!"

Garrus grabbed her arm and took her outside, where all his idiot team wasn't watching. He started talking, fast. "Sol, I-"

"If you say you're sorry, I'll know you're lying." She shook her head. "So you're the infamous merc-killer? Honestly, I should've known. It was probably just wishful thinking." He was too overwhelmed to know what to say to that, but luckily Sol was happy to fill in the blanks. "I won't tell father. He would hate you for doing this. Just don't keep secrets from me, okay? I love you."

"I can give you that."

"Good. Now, why don't we enjoy your party that your team set up?" Before she walked through the door, she squeezed his arm and frowned. A classic Sol look of distaste; last time he saw it, it was when a co-worker of hers tried to ask her on a date because "she had to say yes to someone eventually". If Solana was less composed, he was sure she would've punched him. "I'm not eating that cake, though."

"Don't worry. I would have told you not to."

Shepard had been dead 365 days.

All he could see were her eyes. Soft green, always laughing at something. Until she wasn't. But wherever things were good, she was laughing, and hard. Garrus couldn't quite get his head straight, but he hoped he said something funny. More than likely, what actually happened was that he did something awkward and dumb, but that was almost just as good.

When he started scanning the room, he realized they were by one of the observation windows on the Normandy. Despite all the chaos in their lives, they'd taken a moment to look at the stars. He always liked it here. Why'd he never bring her here?

Even when she stopped laughing, she kept smiling. Like she always did after a long day, she pulled her hair out of that tight bun thing and kept on shaking it with her fingers. Sometimes he wondered what it felt like, and not like when he accidently touched it during movie night. Like how she was doing, hands all in.

But it was safe to say that was a bit more than a CO and an ex C-sec officer should be doing.

He wasn't quite sure what he was saying, or why he was saying it, but he told her, "When I look at the stars, I think of you." Garrus wasn't really sure when he got all bold. Maybe it was this haziness he was feeling.

Shepard raised one of her hairy eyebrows at him. "We live in space. On a spaceship. We see stars almost constantly."

Garrus took a step closer to her, sometimes wondering how she got anywhere with how oblivious she could be. And god knows he normally wasn't this smooth but this time, right here, he said what he wanted to. "Exactly my point."

Blinking, it took her a few seconds to register what he said, and she even turned to look up at him. But when their eyes did meet? Hers softened like for once, she finally got it. Her cheeks even did that little blush thing when she was embarrassed. "Oh."

With that look, was like all of his normal discomfort came rushing back, all those feelings that always told him not to say stupid shit like that. He shouldn't have said that, right? All those things she said she felt were byproducts of a lonely, drunk night where he got too close and she was alone enough to get stuck on it. She didn't like it, she couldn't, and it was weird, he was ruining the whole friendship thing... "Shepard, forget I said that-"

But then, she did that human thing they always saw in movies. She got on her toes and pressed her lips against his. It was weird, soft skin against his plates, but it was her skin, and that was what mattered.

Maybe he hadn't ruined everything.

Shepard said, "I won't forget-"

Everything seemed so right, but just then the wall blew open and Shepard was being sucked out into space. Again. He tried to grab onto her arms, legs, anything to keep her there. No matter what he reached for, she slipped through his goddamn fingers.

When he woke up, his body was shaking and he wrapped his arms around his legs. He hated to admit this wasn't the first time he had a dream like that, one where Shepard wasn't gone.

Garrus had tried so hard to keep her at bay. One year later, but she was always still there.

As long as he could help it, though, his nightmares would be the only place she had left to live. Elsewhere, he had work to do. And as much as he felt for her, pined for her, his life didn't have place for stubborn, Russian spectres.

Garrus had a station to protect.

Shepard had been dead for 728 days.

He never should've left the apartment. Garrus figured his team could cover the last of the security measures while he helped Sidonis. It should've been easy.

But when he got there, Sidonis never showed up. And when he got back, there was blood everywhere.

He trusted Sidonis, from the first day he met him. The damned turian seemed honest about wanting to save people. But here they were, and Lantar fucked them.

They were all going to die here, weren't they?

Most everyone was down already. Their corpses were strewn all over the place, their faces locked in horror or dull emptiness. The only ones left alive were Ryel, Gibbon, and Butler.

But from the looks of it, Butler didn't have much longer.

He yelled at the crippled leftovers of his team and asked, "How's it looking?"

Gibbon answered, "Understandably terrible. We have a vantage point, but they have many waves of mercs."

Ryel added, "This balcony view is not as pretty with bullets and brains flying everywhere."

Before he could respond, Butler grabbed Garrus' arm. His abdomen was covered in blood and he could see his stomach lining. The guy normally wore gray pants, but they looked like they'd been dyed red. "I'm not gonna make it, huh?"

"Butler-"

"Nah, I know." He coughed. Garrus couldn't lie to him. "As much as I'd like to go screaming out Nalah's name, I want to hear about something that doesn't break my heart. Tell me about your Russian girl, Garrus. And for real this time."

For all the times Garrus shoved her away, maybe Butler was right. If he was going to die, he'd rather hear about her one last time. He said to the other two, "Hold the line and be careful."

Then, he sat down next to Butler and held his hand. After all this time, nearly two years, he just started talking about Shepard like she really was. "Her name was Anya. She was competitive to a fault and loved saying quotes while she watched movies. She loved to dance, but just by herself. She was a brave leader, but what mattered more was that she was... She was a beautiful, squishy human."

"A human? Never woulda guessed." He knew he already told Butler she was human, but it wasn't really the time to contradict him. Blood loss never helped make the brain a stronger machine.

Instead, Garrus just kept talking, his grip on Butler's hand getting tighter as the memories and feelings wound around his chest. "Me neither, but from all your stories, you didn't sound like you expected to fall in love with an Asari either."

"You're right. I didn't. Tell me more?"

"She was a classic soldier, until she wasn't. An infiltrator class, great with a pistol, terrifying, even. But sometimes she'd walk into debriefings with sweatpants and her hair a mess, swearing about something the pilot did to her toothpaste. And I wondered how that person was the same one that inspired a whole ship, every day. But she did."

"And?" Butler looked at him knowingly, deliberately.

Today, Garrus let the dying man win. "And you were right, Butler. I loved her."

With one final smirk, his hand fell.

When Butler stopped breathing, Garrus picked up his gun, got behind cover like Ryel and Gibbon, and started shooting.

If he was going to go down, he was gonna go down fighting. And this time, he wouldn't stop thinking about her. This time, if he was gonna die, she'd be the last thing on his mind.

No matter where he went, he was stuck with her. Forever.

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After a little interlude into Garrus' two years without Shepard, we can finally start getting Anya awake and moving in his direction. I am SO ready.

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Come Together || Penelope and Winston

Winston was having a really shit week. They were almost four animal attacks in, they had discovered that there were people in White Crest, people like Ricky, who they had known for years and years. People they trusted. And for some reason they had a mouthful of what could have very easily been mistaken for a shark’s teeth. Their hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the veins in their hands bulged and they took the left turn to Pen’s house. They needed to talk to someone. Talk to someone that they could trust. Parking poorly, they jumped straight out of their car and stormed to the front door. They might’ve been shaking gently from the shock of it all or they might just be cold. They hadn’t exactly stayed long enough to get a jacket when they’d spoken with Ricky and spotted their mouthful of teeth. “Pen!” they shouted, wrapping loudly on the door and watching the door shake in the frame but not budge, “Pen please let me in, it’s really cold and I’ve had a really shitty time.” They’d almost died alongside Skylar, Skylar had fucked up teeth and here they were discovering that the dude they lived with was one of them. What the fuck was up with them only eating fish and meat? They hadn’t stayed long enough to find out. “Pen open the fucking door?!”

Where Winston’s week had been...lackluster, Penelope’s had been rather profitable with the monsters she’d brought in. It had started with Ereich, and other high money monsters had followed. She brought each one dutifully back to the Ring, not sparing them too much of a second thought when she was primarily certain their moral alignments were ones that deserved to be brought to judgment via involuntary fighting for the rest of their lives. Not that she had the most moral alignment, but she didn’t go around murdering without cause. Either way, it seemed that one of them had been carrying a little hitchhiker on their way back to White Crest, and now Nell was bent on all fours underneath the kitchen table desperately trying to trap the seemingly harmless bug flitting around the room. Then Winston’s voice came. Her head came up far too fast in her surprise, and a loud curse followed. “Shit!” As she cradled her head, she made her best attempts to stall for time. “Uhhh, one sec! I’m just uh- changing!” Then again under her breath, “Get back here you little shit. I’m gonna squish you like the bug you are.”

Winston was cold. They’d gotten soaked in the Cave of Voices and then they heard the thunder rumble in the background and rolled their eyes. Taking their glasses off, they polished them vigorously before taking a seat on Penelope’s front door step. Glancing at their phone, they considered texting Skylar to ask them some questions about WHAT THE FUCK was going on. But they ultimately decided against that. Right now they just needed to relax and be around someone who wasn’t about to have a mouthful of teeth that they hadn’t had the night before. Pen and Winston had literally lost teeth together, they’d been friends while their teeth were falling out and Pen had even helped Winston pull out their first loose tooth. They’d been so impressed by it all. “Ugh, hurry uppppppppp!” Winston banged the back of their head gently on the door, too lazy to reach around to knock with their knuckles and unconcerned by the way it might appear. After all what was the point of your childhood best friend moving back into town if you couldn’t treat them like that. “I’m going to get Abby or Bea to cut me a key so I don’t have to wait for your lazy ass to get dressed.” It was getting close to sundown and Winston honestly couldn’t help but wonder why the fuck they were like this. “Hurry up!!!!”

Penelope could tell that Winston was entirely not pleased with having been made to wait, and though it was something of a funny thing to be nostalgic for— she was glad that it still seemed they had no problem with acting like they owed every single minute of her life. Which...wasn’t entirely inaccurate. They were always the person she was sure to make time for. After all, it was a little difficult to ignore the person you’d been potty trained alongside, and Winston was arguably one of the pillars of Nell’s otherwise somewhat chaotic life. “I’m trying— just- hang on!” Her somewhat frantic tone was rather unmistakeable, and no doubt perhaps a little intense for simply changing. And why would she be changing in the entryway of her home anyway? “No! No- don’t ask them! I’ll just make you a key myself!” With a loud thud she finally managed to get a jar over the pesky little Adze, trapping it against the table. For a moment she left it there, taking pity on Winston to go and open the door, noticeably short of breath. “Sorry, I uhhh- couldn’t decide what to wear.”

After a little longer then they would’ve really liked to have waited, Winston felt the door open. Whilst they were still leaning against it. Falling backwards wasn’t ideal, but at least they had Penelope’s feet to cushion their fall. “Hey, hey, hey,” they said with a sigh, “a little warning next time, my brains the only thing I’ve got going for me.” Especially now. Standing, they looked her in the eye. Pausing for a moment before raising an eyebrow at Penelope, Winston strode into her home. “Nice of you to finally let me in…” “Getting dressed isn’t that hard …” they squinted at Penelope and frowned gently before adjusting their glasses thoughtfully, “Are you out of breath? I’m the one who is meant to be asthmatic. You’ve not started smoking have you?” They paused for a moment longer and strode towards the table, intent on taking a seat. “You don’t have to impress me, I know I’m important but I don’t care what you wear, I remember when you wore overalls and a fedora for months on end.”

“Shit” Penelope cursed again as Winston fell, and she did her best to try and help them up. “Are you alright?” was her first reflexive question. Followed by, “What were you doing? Trying to blow my house and front door down by standing so close?” Nevertheless she gave their head a soft side-swipe, a joking little hit. “That big ol’ noggin of your’s. Making real good use of it these days with all your coffee fetching.” Penelope had spent years keeping Winston in the dark of her biggest secret, though she’d come close to telling them many a time when it came to her abilities. She felt a bit guilty about leaving them in the dark, but really it would only make them safer by not knowing. But now, with an Azde inside an upside down jar on her kitchen table just behind her, she was doing her best to act natural. “What? Sometimes it is. Sometimes it’s hard to get in and out of those clothes. No I haven’t started smoking. Apart from...the devil’s lettuce I got you on a while ago,” she teased, fondly remembering the first time she’d introduced them to weed. “Yes, well— I stand by that look. It was couture to nine-year-old me. Maybe I just like looking decent, though.”

“I’m fine,” Winston replied brushing off their friend’s attempt to be doting on them. It was kind but unnecessary. “Don’t be so dramatic, and my head isn’t any bigger then yours.” They’d insisted on measuring diameter of head. “It is a means to an end,” Winston replied with a shake of their head, “besides they’ve got me doing other stuff too, it’s all worth it.” They were working towards something greater then their current standing. But all the same, something seemed off with Penelope. “What?” they replied, confused, “When have you ever had problems getting in and out of clothes? Isn’t that like a basic function that you could more or less handle even at the age of three…?” They rolled their eyes and shrugged. “You only get to be young once, but those days are behind me, I’m a reformed man.” They raised an eyebrow and shook their head. “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had…” They weren’t even going to be able to tell their friend the whole truth. Despite everything that was worrying them about their friend and their living situation, Ricky had asked them to keep it to themselves and Winston was determined not to let him down.

“Mmm, not so sure about that,” Penelope continued to tease as she eyed their head, always finding amusement when it came to poking a bit of fun at Winston. “I still think the measuring tape could have been faulty.” But she nodded along dutifully to Winston’s words, trying to be as supportive of a friend as she could be. “Okay well if they’re still having you fetch coffee in three months, tell me. ‘Cause I’ll come convince them to promote you.” Through all her words though, she kept glancing towards the table that had the Azde loudly buzzing around the jar, her anxiety mounting as it somehow managed to move said jar an inch towards the edge, as if it were trying to escape. “Look- sometimes clothes get the jump on you, alright?” It didn’t make sense even for her, but it was hard to form good comebacks when she was trying to keep a bloodsucking bug/vampire from getting loose. “What happened?” she asked, trying her best to give them her full attention, but failing a bit in her anxiety about the casual monster on her kitchen table.

“Of course you’re not sure about that, but it isn’t your head, it’s my head and I’m sure it’s fine. I’m okay you don’t need to worry about me.” Pausing for a moment, they raised an eyebrow. “How could a measuring tape be faulty?” Winston asked semi exasperated by their friends apparent lack of intelligence. “I don’t need you or anyone else to save me from my co-workers, believe me when I say that I have this under control. Besides coffee isn’t the only thing that I do. Also your brand of convincing might get my fired.” Winston could hear a loud whirring noise, but assumed that it was the wind or something. “My clothes have never got the better of me,” Winston retorted, “maybe you’re just broken?” They paused for a moment and scratched their head. “I think it was an animal attack of some kind? But I can’t really be sure to be perfectly honest. It all happened really fast, but everythings been weird. Like things haven’t been their normal weird, but weird weird, y’know…”

“I’d like to think I have some ownership over your head at this point,” Nell joked as best she could with the worry of the adze still in the back of her mind. “It’s like- just part of being friends since we were in pull-ups.” Perhaps she would have pushed the matter of Winston getting coffee further if her head hadn’t whipped around at the loud shattering of glass. The Adze had finally managed to knock itself off the table. “Fuck!” she cursed loudly, jumping into action by grabbing the nearest bit of newspaper to create a makeshift fly swatter, looking around wildly for the pesky little bugger. Meanwhile, she was only thinking about how this would not doubt be added to Winston’s list of weird weird things happening around town. “What uh- what kind of animal?” she tried her best to pretend as if she wasn't manically hunting a bug, and if she’d been less focused on the bug, she would have been amused to hear the clueless ramblings of a human refusing to believe what the weirdness in White Crest was.

“I will literally have it put into my will that you don’t get any part of my head at any point,” Winston retorted with a shake of their head. But then Penelope was off. Which in itself wasn’t weird. Penelope seemed to be categorically incapable of not constantly moving. But what was weird here was more what Penelope appeared to be doing. Winston wasn’t sure they understood. “Uh, hey,” they said leaning forward as they watched Penelope roll up a newspaper, “are you okay?” Maybe that was the buzzing. Was there a bug in here? Winston wasn’t sure why Penelope was making such a big deal about it. It was just a bug. “I don’t know what kind of animal it was,” Winston admitted, “I can’t really go into the specifics but there have been a load of weird things happening. Animals that breath fire, animals with red eyes, I even think I was hallucinating the other evening.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Nell said in a decidedly not fine tone. She looked like a cat ready to pounce, her eyes trailing the azde as it flew about the room. But then— she lost it. “Shit, did you see where it went? Do you see it flying around anywhere?” Honestly she was lucky the bug vampire hadn’t shifted into it’s humanoid form when she had trapped, but she had a feeling that was due to the light streaming into the kitchen. However if it managed to find a nice, shadowy place...The thought made her search more frantically. “Right- weird animal,” she repeated, absolutely barely listening at this point. She had to make sure she got this azde before it could put Winston in danger.

“Fine as in; fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional?” Winston asked teasingly. She seemed to be on high alert, almost uncharacteristically focussed on this bug that was flying around. Come to think of it, the bug looked a little odd. Winston hadn’t seen any insects that oddly shaped before and they weren’t sure what it was. Looking around, Winston spotted it perched on top of the frame of the doorway. Reaching into the cupboard, they pulled down two mugs and began making coffee in Pen’s kitchen as if this were nothing more then another normal day, definitely not as if they weren’t in someone elses kitchen. “I can tell you about this later if you’d rather catch whatever bug thing that is…?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Except those are all words I’d use to describe yourself,” Penelope said in between her grunts of jumping and trying to catch this cursed Adze. She needed to get the damn thing back under wraps before Winston saw something off about it. Though, perhaps she could just play dumb if they did notice anything strange. This would all be much easier if she could use her magic in front of her friend. “No, no! I’m...listening!” Between her words, she tried to jump and hit the doorframe, a failed attempt to smash the pesky vermin. But she really did want to be there for Winston’s story, it was just a bit difficult to be when there was a blood-sucking bug flying around. “The animal!” she prompted, as if it were proof she could focus enough for their words.

“Just because they apply to me doesn’t mean that they do not also apply to you, had you ever considered that smart ass?” Winston smirked gently at their retort. Pausing they watched interested as she attempted to squash it, but merely succeeded in slapping the door frame. “Do you want a hand?” they asked somewhat concerned that Penelope wasn’t capable of managing this on her own. Which seemed odd, she’d always been the more athletic of the two of them. “It was just there have been some weird stuff going on, I ran into two dogs that were feral, it looked like one of them was breathing fire but y’know that’s obviously not happening and the other one had bright red eyes….” they swallowed and shrugged, “But that’s gotta be rabies right?”

“If I’m such a smart ass I’ve probably considered everything,” Penelope retorted back, enjoying their effortless back and forth banter. It seemed even when she was driving herself crazy trying to catch a little monster, their friendship was easy enough to maintain. “Uhhhh…” Penelope hesitated, juggling Winston helping catch a potentially dangerous creature against said creature escaping. “Maybe in a bit. Give me a few more chances— don’t give up on me now.” A moment later, Nell was crouched by the table where the bug had landed once more, as if she were trying to sneak up on it. Her voice had dropped to a hushed tone as she spoke to Winston, not wanting to blow her cover. “I mean- weirder things have happened around here, haven’t they? It could be rabies I guess…” She never wanted to lie to Winston, but it was difficult toeing the line with them and the supernatural.

“I would’ve hoped that you would have considered everything, but when you’ve been friends with someone since diapers then you begin to get to know them almost too well, and I know that you definitely have not considered this.” Winston wasn’t about to take any back chat from their oldest friend. “I’ll try not to give up on you, but there is only so much failure I can take before I feel the need to intervene.” They paused and shrugged. Honestly there was almost too much going on for them to really focus on, well the weirder things that were going on. They were trying to prioritise where they focussed their attention. “Have they? I feel like everyone constantly talks about how weird this town is and I only really started to notice how weird it was when all of this began.” They sighed and shrugged. “I don’t think it was rabies, I’m just trying to convince myself that it was indeed rabies so that I don’t know what it actually was.”

At this point, Nell had forgotten exactly what she was supposed to be considering— especially while she was thoroughly distracted with trying to finish the bug-vampire. But that didn’t stop her from once again going to tease Winston, enjoying their continued back and forth as always. “Yeah- but have you considered I remember exactly how long it took for you to be potty trained. Or I could always lie about it and people would believe me since I’m so believable- and I’ve known you forever.” For a moment, Nell didn’t reply, holding up a single finger as if she were signalling Winston to hold, intent on her prey. And then all at once she pounced, and loudly exclaimed “HA! Got him!” And indeed, she had managed to finally squish the supernatural vermin. “God- finally. I was about to burn the whole house down.” But the death of the Azde meant that she could finally focus on Winston’s words. “Well...I guess it’s been exceptionally weirder lately. Maybe that’s what you’re noticing?” Going out on the smallest of limbs, she decided to test the waters for a moment. “I don’t really think it was rabies either…”

“That is not something that I had considered, however my counter point would be that I have photos of you dressed in costumes that you absolutely would not want to get onto the internet, I also have the ability to create enough accounts on a repeating algorithm to make your fifth grade halloween costume go viral,” Winston replied with a very sweet smile as they adjusted their glasses. They watched as Nell finally managed to catch the bug. They weren’t sure why they were trying to catch it and not, y’know just kill it. But it was a bug. Hardly THAT important. “You’re right, it has been exceptionally weird and I don’t think that it was rabies either, at first I was able to convince myself that it might be but the more I think about it, well it seems unlikely. Rabies also doesn’t behave in that way. At least not from my research.”

At the first mention of mortifying costumes, Nell thought Winston was talking about her gymnastics ones. She’d loved the physicality of the sport, but the costumes...they were always a big much for her. But as he mentioned fifth grade Halloween she pointed a threatening finger at him. “You wouldn’t. I’ll tell everyone about the time your head got stuck in between the bars on the jungle gym ‘cause it’s just that big. Amongst other much more horrible things that I’ll only let you find out secondhand.” She wiped the remnants of the dead Azde off her hand, making a bit of face as it came away onto the towel. “Maybe it’s just a different breed of dog.” Was there any harm in nudging him in the right direction?

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