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eggrestes · 3 years

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ladrien fic recs!

there are SO MANY amazing ladrien fics i cant possibly cover them all but here are a few!

(all the ratings used are ao3 ratings)

((this is a very long post!))

FLUFF

Of Ivy and Sunlight by cyanise [ T, 1509 words, 1/1 ]

When Adrien takes to wandering the streets of Paris in ungodly hours, Ladybug has no choice but to keep an eye on him. Still, things are bound to get a little out of hand between two overloaded teenagers with a lot of love and not enough self-control.

a lovely post-chat blanc fic :’) it has a great flow and is just soft and so sweet and it’s just perfect. gosh i cannot really say more other than read it!!! also almost all of their other stuff is also ladrien so do check it out!

This can't be happening by PlaPla [ T, 6,467 words, 1/2 ]

Ladybug is unsure whether accompanying Adrien to a gala as his not-date is the best or worst thing that has ever happened to her. But when their table mates turn out to be none other than her long time friends Alya and Nino and with Adrien acting weirder and weirder she finds herself with bigger worries than an unrequited crush.

a djwifi/ladrien double date? hit me up! i love identity shenanigans, ball dancing, ladrien, and djwifi and this is a perfect mix for me. i know it’s incomplete but it doesn’t end in a cliff-hanger really, the part 2 is just a promise of more so it doesn’t feel incomplete! PlaPla also has a short oneshot of ladrien going for a motorcycle ride.

Falling again by emsylcatac [ M, 4,506 words, 2 Works ]

They had been dancing around each other for a while now, and while fifteen year old Adrien would have been ecstatic at the idea of dating Ladybug in secret, twenty-two year old Adrien knew better. But Ladybug wasn’t making it easy. It was like… she, too, was falling for him. And that surprisingly enough, she didn’t mind.

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Or Adrien trying (and failing) to keep things professional between him and Ladybug when the two of them partner up for a mission. Older AU

things are a little steamy~ here (don’t worry, it’s only implied it’s very mild and closer to a T rating than the M) but it’s a great mature take on their dynamics! emsy has more ladrien one-shots in her collection of one-shots!

i'd love to go on a date with you by sae_what [ G, 6,480 words, 1/1 ]

Once it had been falsely announced throughout Paris that Adrien and Ladybug are in a relationship, Ladybug pays him a visit to turn him down gently.

Only, she doesn’t. And instead, she has a formal dinner date. With Adrien. At 8 pm. Tonight.

LADYBUG IN A SUIT!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. okay but for real it’s so sweet and also??? they are on a date!!! a rooftop date!! (too man exclamation marks oops)

Always Welcome by chatonne-rousse [ T, 1,683 words, 1/1 ]

Ladybug knows that Adrien's window is always open for her to swing by and stop in, whether for video games or a chat or, like tonight, for soft kisses and sweet nothings.

He loves these visits. His girlfriend is always welcome. Always. (Especially for kisses.)

Written for Ladrien June, day 8: bluebell eyes.

established relationship, pre-reveal ladrien. there is something very home-y about this fic and it’s all about the comfort and quiet that i adore about it!

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir) by agrestenoir [ T, 1,923 words, 1/1]

Gabriel Agreste keeps finding Ladybug in his son's bedroom. As a super villain and father, this will not stand.

this crack fic is... honestly so hilarious. it’s all through gabrie-i-am-trying-to-parent-and-failing-a-lot-agreste’s POV so it is so much ridiculous!

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles [ T, 4,684 words, 1/1 ]

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Adrien is being a cat and gets tangled in the curtains on his window and it’s utterly ridiculous. all the bug and the cat tendencies make it funnier and adrien’s inner monologue is just a cherry on top!

secret valentine by a_miiraculer [ T, 12,245 words, 1/1 ]

this is the moment that we will come alive brace yourself for love sweet love, secret love

If Adrien had known that getting himself stuck in a tree would end like this, he would've gotten himself stuck sooner.

A drabble series.

i just,,,, don’t have words for how much i love it! it’s ridiculous, it’s cute, it’s funny, it’s whole-some and just ladrien. the writer also has a M rated multi-chapter ladrien kissing (no the M is very much real here) and a heroic adrien and ladybug one-shot too!

Those Benevolent Stars by peachcitt [ G, 23,696 words, 3/3 ]

“Will you come back?”

She looked up at the deep blue sky, as if she could somehow find the answer there. “I shouldn’t,” she said, shaking her head and looking back at him. But the stars were still there, caught in her eyes, and Adrien persisted.

“But will you?”

adrien meets his soulmate, a thief who calls herself ladybug. he falls for her, but she seems determined to maintain a space between them.

oh my god this au.... just no words!! it’s poetry and it’s tender and it’s about the yearning and just!!! perfect :’). Her current ongoing ladrien june fic is also akin to this (and the fic i linked before it) so do check it out too! (literally check out all of their works it’s so beautiful)

Flowers on the Window Sill by LNC [ G, 2,144 words, 1/1 ]

The first time Ladybug saw him, really saw him, the universe stopped.

this fic feels like poetry and it’s so lovely. LNC is always short and direct but it always hits right in the feels while also being hilarious. Her other ladrien works are just as good and i highly recommend going through them because it fulfills all of the ladrien needs (along with Reiaji)

whatever a sun will always sing is you by komorebirei [ T, 32,980 words, 37/37 ]

“I didn't think you'd actually... do anything," Adrien admitted, cheeks prickling with warmth. "I-I mean, I never expected... I didn't know you watched my interviews.” That definitely wasn’t how he'd imagined confessing to Ladybug.

“Of course I do!” Ladybug squeaked. “Uhh, that is…” She looked down at her hands, nervously turning her yo-yo over, over and over. “Maybe you’re not the only one with a crush.”

(After an unexpected confession, Ladybug and Adrien start dating in secret. A progressive character- and relationship-study quilted from drabbles, with the intention of digging treasure out of the cove that is Ladrien. Written using kashimalin-fanfiction's kiss writing prompts from Tumblr.)

it does such an excellent job at exploring this dynamic along with the characters. it’s such a sweet fic, each chapter short and fun!

ANGST

whose woods these are (I think I know.) by Reiaji [ T, 105,000 words, 25/25 ]

Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau.

As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side.

Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish.

[Ladrien Cinderella AU]

Warnings: Child abuse, Graphic depiction of violence

this is absolutely gorgeous. it has so many troupes and so many amazing character arc and great build up and everything just flows so well. it left me in awe for weeks and i just. want to experience reading it for the first time again. look at this gorgeous art inspired by this! {and you have to read leonard bernstein too because LETTERS and LADRIEN and YEARNING}

i would do it again (oh, a thousand times) by bugabisous [ T, 2,266 words, 1/1 ]

Knowing you can bring someone back doesn’t mean you’re free of the pain of seeing them disappear before your eyes. He can’t imagine he’ll be able to look at her directly without replaying every horrifying moment when he felt her slip away in a puff of smoke.

When it happens once again, he already knows he’ll be trying again. He just can’t give up.

it expands on adrien’s feelings in the episode desperada (my beloved <3) and it is just ouch. such great angst, such great potential. the kind of tragedy that it offers is unusual for ml (it gets only rivaled by chat blanc tbh). to rival this angst bugabisous also has a fluffy one-shot :)

when the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) by Taliax [ T, 4,720 words, 1/1 ]

Chat Noir isn't allowed to cry over his father. But even when he's just Adrien, Ladybug won't abandon him.

Hawkmoth reveal hurt/comfort + Ladrien

the plagg and adrien bond written is just perfect, and oh this hits right in the feels :’) it hurts all in the right way. tali also has so many other ladrien works in all genres too

By Your Side by omniousunflower [ T, 4,361 words, 1/1 ]

(Angry and alone, Adrien waits on top of the Eiffel Tower for his lady.)

“So, how did my kitty get stranded up here?” Ladybug asks.

Groaning, Adrien pulls his knees toward his chest and presses his face against them. “Because he’s stupid and impulsive.”

“Chasing pigeons, then?”

“No.” Shame burns in Adrien’s veins, white-hot now that Ladybug is here to witness his stupidity. “I threw my Miraculous, and Plagg wouldn’t get it for me.”

post-hawkmoth defeat, and adrien is not doing well at all. i am cheating because it is post reveal, pre relationship but it’s still ladrien. this fic is a roller coater of emotions, starting from a slightly crack scenario to a cute, awkward, hopeful ending. More Than You Know is another of sunny’s angsty ladrien work!

Breaking The Rules (AKA The Ladrien Fistfight) by ThisKwamiNeeds_aNap [ T, 8,714 words, 1/1 ]

Marinette may or may not be dying, but she’s still going to do her best to fix every single problem in the world. She’s not expecting Adrien to be the one who tries to stop her. (Takes place immediately after Kwami Buster)

Warnings: panic attack, broken bones, PTSD. please read the tags!

*slaps this fic* this fic can fit in so much angst. it just?? left me in PAIN oof. it says ‘ladrien fistfight’ on the lid but nooo there is marinette is just having a freak out and it’s all so much??!! and it’s not just marinette there is adrien too and chloe and alya and- wow it’s amazing. love it so much it fills up my angst needs :’)

so that’s it for now! my personal commentary isn’t impressive nor does it do justice to the fic but i still hope you read a few of these!! happy reading!!

#ladren #fic rec #ml fic rec #miraculous ladybug #i know i dont do the fics justice but. oh well #lovesquare #ladrien #obviously check out the writers other workd too but this is ladrien so i am trying to give it a bit more emphasis #also i am so sorry i couldnt include more lesser known writers but unfortunatley they dont have ladrien uRGH anyway maybe sometime later!#i spend a lot of time on thi n got lazy so plz be considerate #also add recs if u want even self-promo is cool duh

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arthurmorgansleftlung · 3 years

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Secret Cupid 💘

My @rdr-secret-cupid was *drumroll* @foundynnel !!!

This was so much fun to write!! Your prompts were super good! I went a little overboard and tried to tie in all three prompts — oops. Anyways, I really really really hope you like it! Also, I’m sorry it’s not being posted ~on Valentine’s day~!

And a big thank you to @rdr-secret-cupid for letting me participate!

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Bison Hunting // Sadie x Arthur // Secret Cupid 2021

Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Sadie Adler

Words: 2,475

Summary: Arthur, Hosea, and Sadie go on a hunting trip to Ambarino to find a bison.

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“You ready to go, Sadie, Arthur?” Hosea called quietly. It was early in the morning, probably five or so. Hosea, Arthur, and Sadie were riding up to Amberino from Lemoyne to hunt for bison, maybe some deer and fish as well. The cool, crisp air would be a nice break from the humid and swampy air that surrounded them now.

Arthur groaned as he walked towards Hosea, he was never a morning person. He lit a cigarette and placed it between his teeth, inhaling the smoke. Sadie yawned and stretched her arms before getting up and meeting the other two.

“You’re lookin’ a bit scruffy, aren’t ya?” Sadie pointed out Arthur’s beard. To be fair, it had been neglected over the past few weeks, and with everything going on with the Pinkertons, Cornwall, and everything else... it was excusable. Arthur scratched at his chin, finally noticing how unkept it was.

“Hmph. Maybe I am lookin’ a little rough. Can’t say yer any better, though. Didn’t have time to groom that mane of yours?” Arthur chuckled while Sadie grumbled in return.

“Alright, kids. If you’re ready let’s go. We wanna get there early so we have plenty of time to track the beast down. You’ll both have time to beautify yourselves while we’re there...” Hosea cracked a smile at the two and walked over to Silver Dollar to mount up.

Arthur and Sadie followed suit, Arthur on his white Arabian and Sadie on Bob. Arthur made sure to bring plenty of arrows, Charles had taught him if they wanted to hunt successfully, they needed to be quiet. And so they set off on their journey to the wintry and mountainous Amberino.

They avoided Valentine, but took a break in Strawberry just to walk around and grab some provisions from the general store. Arthur purchased plenty of snacks for his horse. Sadie, on the other hand, purchased things like kidney beans and strawberries. Hosea bought ammunition, and they were off again.

Arthur hummed a tune quietly, Hosea joining in occasionally. Sadie didn’t know these songs but enjoyed hearing them. The sun was now facing more west than east, which meant night was coming.

They had reached Ambarino by seven in the evening, which was a relatively quick travel time. Hosea and Arthur dismounted and looked for tracks of any kind, Hosea being the first to notice the faint hoof prints of what seemed to be a massive bison.

“Well, it has to have been here recently with snowfall like this.” Hosea muttered. Arthur murmured in agreement.

Sadie followed and squinted, looking for any sign of the animal. “I don’t see nothin’,” Sadie said with her well-known rasp. She had never been very good at tracking but was an incredibly good shot.

“You’ll learn!” Hosea grinned. “Let’s see if we can’t follow these tracks a little further, maybe we’ll get lucky and find it tonight.” Everybody got back in their saddles, Hosea leading the way and pointing out the different signs of activity for Sadie. The tracks eventually went through a river and made their way up a mountain. Everybody had grown tired.

“How about we set up camp and continue our search tomorrow?” Hosea suggested, and was met with agreement. Arthur started a campfire before joining Hosea in setting up their tents. It wasn’t long before they noticed Sadie looking frustrated.

“Why the sour face, Miss Adler?” Arthur asked. He then noticed that it looked like something crucial was missing from Sadie’s supplies: her tent. “Well, that ain’t no good.”

Sadie huffed at Arthur, sending a cloud of hot breath into the cold air. The one thing she needed most had been forgotten back at camp. Shit, she thought.

“Well, Ms. Adler, unless you’re against sleeping beside either me or Arthur, seems you’re sleeping in the cold.” At least Hosea offered some type of solution. She was closer with Arthur, and so she elected to sleep in his tent.

She seemed to be visibly, and audibly upset about her predicament all throughout their dinner of plump bird meat and kidney beans. What had gotten into her? She was never one to complain this much. Arthur was beginning to feel bad about the whole thing, was he really that hard to be around? Did he smell? Probably.

Hosea retired to his tent for night, reminding the other two that they had to be up early in the morning. Shortly after that, Arthur retreated back, leaving Sadie alone at the fire. She sat in her own little world, filled with emotions. Why had she so quickly decided to sleep beside Arthur? If she would have just thought about she would have known she wouldn’t have been able to sleep. She was in love with the man, for god’s sake! But what about Jake, her beloved late husband? What would he think of her now... sleeping in a tent with an outlaw? Sadie being an outlaw now? She couldn’t let her past define her present. This was not how she was.

“Ouch!” Sadie heard the quiet exclamation. It was Arthur’s low, gruff voice for sure. What was he doing? Sadie stood and made her way into the tent, where she found Arthur... shaving. He had cut his jaw, and pretty good at that.

“Oh.” Arthur was flustered when Sadie found him. “What? Can’t a man shave?” Sadie just looked at him, confused.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with shaving, but you ain’t shavin’, you’re butcherin’.” She teased him, watching the small droplets of blood trail down his muscular neck. “Let me help.”

Sadie knelt down beside him, holding her hand out for the razor. “Well no wonder you nicked yourself, this things duller than Pearson.” Sadie laughed and then composed herself. She wiped the blade clean and did what she could to make it useable. Arthur sat patiently, waiting for her to bring the sharp... ish blade to his skin.

Sadie hesitated a bit before bringing the blade to Arthur’s cheek, careful to avoid where he’d hurt himself moments before. She had to remind herself to breathe. Was she really this close to Arthur’s face? She gently brought the razor down towards his jaw, leaving a trail of bare skin. She continued to do so until Arthur was clean-shaven, free of any cuts minus his own self-inflicted one.

“I’d say I did a pretty good job, Arthur!” Sadie chimed. Arthur felt his face, not used to the smooth feel. He had never been too good at shaving, even after multiple lessons from Dutch and Hosea.

“Now do I still look scruffy, Miss Adler?” He teased, recalling what she had said that morning. She rolled her eyes before glowering at him.

“No. But I can’t say my “mane” is any better than it was.” Sadie had tried and failed multiple times on the way to fix her hair, but riding on Bob made it a daunting task. Eventually she just gave up.

“I’m not very good at braidin’ things other than horse tails but... I can try. If you’d like.” Arthur flushed at his proposal, and Sadie’s ears turned a bright pink.

“Oh, uh... sure. I suppose you can try. You owe me anyway.” Sadie turned her back to Arthur and untucked her hair from her shirt, before retrieving her comb from her pocket.

Arthur combed through Sadie’s hair, careful not to tug too hard. He had never noticed the light golden streaks that ran through her hair, or the slight wave that it had. He began to braid her hair, the best he could. Her hair was much finer than a horse’s might be, and it kept slipping through his fingers as it was smoother too. Finally, when Arthur got down to the ends of her hair he tied it off.

“Ta-da...” That was her cue to admire Arthur’s strangely pristine braid. Sadie felt the braid between her fingers, loosening a few pieces to make it look a little more worn.

“Where’d you learn that from? Miss Grimshaw?” Sadie snickered at the thought of Susan critiquing a young Arthur’s braiding skills. Arthur scowled at her, not answering. She was right.

“Do you think we’re gonna find that buffalo tomorrow?” Sadie asked. Arthur pondered for a moment.

“Well, darlin’, we’re hunting with Hosea, so yes.” Sadie furrowed her brow at Arthur’s response. Darlin’? Her cheeks grew hot. She exaggerated a yawn and a stretch, similar to her same one that morning. At least she had her own bedroll. Arthur blew out the lantern in their tent, preparing for rest.

Sadie took her boots off, but left everything else on as it was incredibly cold, even in the tent. Arthur followed suit, taking off his pants, leaving him in his shirt and long-johns. He settled onto his bedroll and pulled his blanket up over his chest. Sadie shivered in the now dimly lit tent, had she forgotten a blanket too? God dammit, she cursed at herself.

“Arthur?” Sadie was plain embarrassed, it was evident. Arthur turned his head and glanced at her, ready for her question. “How big is that blanket...?”

“Big enough, I suppose.” He lifted the blanket up with his arm and gestured for her to scoot in. Sadie made her way beside Arthur, his body like a campfire. Or maybe that was just her mind. Laying so close beside him made her realize just how small she was, or maybe how big Arthur was. She pressed her smaller frame against his, and convinced herself to go to sleep. She would need the energy tomorrow.

Eight Hours Later

Sadie awoke to the sound of Hosea’s boots crunching in the snow, and something heavy weighing down her torso. “What—?” she was startled to see Arthur’s large, muscular arm wrapped around her waist, his hand gently cupping her stomach. In her surprise, she woke Arthur, who quickly pulled his arm away and flushed a bright shade of red.

“I’m sorry Miss Adler, I—“ He sat up and shook his head, moving his body away from hers. As if on cue, Hosea opened the tent and was greeted by two very embarrassed kids (kids to him at least).

Hosea struggled not to laugh at the two, “We got bison to hunt!”

Arthur and Sadie pulled their clothes on and made their way out of the tent, greeted by venison cooking over the hot fire. “Thank you, Hosea,” Sadie mumbled.

After a nice breakfast and breaking down their tents, the three saddled up. Hosea decided it would be best to head a little more North, since that seemed to be the way the hoof prints were headed the night before.

After about an hour, hoof prints gradually began to appear. They were large, and seemed to belong to the same bison they were tracking previously. The prints became more and more pronounced as they continued on. Once the prints were undeniably fresh, Hosea gestured for quiet and pulled out his binoculars to see if the bison was in shooting distance.

Sadie got Arthur’s attention and pointed towards a hulking brown beast: the bison. Hosea spotted the bison at the same time. In a hushed voice Hosea spoke, “Sadie, the honor is yours. You’re a better shot than I am anyhow.”

Sadie gulped and pulled out a bow, a gift from Charles. She lifted the bow up, gripping it with her left hand and notching the arrow with her right. She drew the bowstring back, felt the strength of the bow and pulled the arrow towards her cheek, the string pressing into her fingertips. She quickly evaluated the environment: how much further did she need to pull, how hard was the wind, how far would the arrow go? And with a quick snap, the arrow went flying and quickly found itself lodged in the heart of a bull.

“What a shot!” Hosea exclaimed. Hosea was the first to ride near the animal, knowing that if the bull was still alive it would be cruel not to mercy kill it. Arthur and Sadie followed. Upon closer inspection, they found the bison laying down on its side. It’s breathing was labored, slow. Hosea patted its shoulder, and thanked the bull before drawing his knife from his belt and piercing the heart once more. It’s breathing had now stopped.

“I suppose we should skin and quarter him now,” Hosea said. Sadie and Arthur brought their knives out, and quickly got to work, starting at the legs and heading towards the stomach for the cleanest skin possible. Eventually, they had successfully skinned and quarter the bison. They loaded what they could on horses, and abandoned what little was left for scavenging animals.

Sadie looked exhausted, she had done plenty of handiwork back when she lived on her old farm, but had never worked on an animal that large. Sadie rested her arms on Bob’s saddle, her tiredness showing.

Smack!

Sadie felt snow falling from the back of her head and neck, and realized: she had been hit with a snowball. She bent over and made one of her own before turning around and throwing it at Hosea.

Hosea looked shocked, but realized what had occurred when Arthur let out a jovial laugh.

“Alright, kids, that’s enough...” Hosea dismissed the two and slyly prepared two snowballs. He launched them at both Sadie and Arthur, hitting them perfectly. Perhaps years of being a gunslinger had benefited him!

Sadie gasped dramatically and returned the snowball to Hosea, and then immediately threw one at Arthur. A snowball fight had ensued!

They pelted snowball after snowball at one another until the sun had fallen more west.

“Alright... really, we should head out. We won’t have anything to bring back to camp if we stay another night. Wolves ‘n’ such.” Hosea warned. And so, they actually did mount up and head back towards the camp.

This time they didn’t stop to sleep, it was too dangerous to leave that much meat on the back of their horses in the wilderness.

When they finally made it back, sometime around six in the morning, it was clear that the three were tired. Those who were awake assisted in storing the meat. Pearson commended them all for the hunting, not leaving out any “surprised” remarks about Sadie’s ability to hunt.

Arthur headed to his tent, Sadie following him to tell him thank you for the fun time and letting her sleep with him the night before.

“Arthur? I wanted to say thank you... for, uh, lettin’ me sleep with you. And teaching me about trackin’ and such. And the snowball fight... goodnight.” Sadie was shy when she spoke, mumbling at some parts.

“And for braidin’ that mane of yours! Thank you for cleanin’ me up, too!” Arthur gestured to his freshly shaven face, which had already started to grow more hair.

“Right. You’re welcome. Goodnight... again.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Adler.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr fanfiction #arthur morgan #sadie adler #hosea matthews #rdr secret cupid 2021 #mine

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Title: A Smutty Fanfic

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Fandom: Obey Me!

Genre: Smut

Written by @rikumorimachisgirl

Word count: 1,500

Disclaimer: I do not own Obey Me or its characters, but this story was wholly my idea.

A/N: This is my very first Obey Me fic. I hope you like it.

This was the worst!

You skimmed through the half-filled Doodle Note on your DDD and sighed. The fic you were writing was due in two days, and you were nowhere near completing it.

Maybe I should just quit, you thought to yourself with another long sigh. After all, I've never written something like this before.

"Oi! I can't focus on my game with all that sighing in the background!"

You tore your gaze away from your phone and looked at the purple-haired demon, who was glaring at you from where he was seated at the bottom of his bed. In the past three months that you've been living as an exchange student in Devildom, you've grown fond of all your housemates at the House of Lamentation - especially Levi.

Tonight, you hung out in his room like always, tinkering with your DDD while watching him play. Only, your mind was elsewhere and he didn't seem to like it.

"Oops! Sorry, " you said, flustered. "I can leave the room -"

"That's not what I meant." With the game controller still in his hand, he plopped onto his bed just a bit short of where you were seated and looked at you curiously. "Are you bored? I asked you earlier if you wanted to play 'Tour of Duty', but you didn't want to."

"It's not that."

"Then what's the problem?"

"It's nothing, " you dismissed, hiding your DDD away. "Anyway, shouldn't you be playing?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I think I'm more interested to find out what's gotten you in a bind, " he said before tossing the controller to one side. "So what's up?"

"I told you, it's no biggie, " you insisted. As you struggled to come up with an excuse, he caught your wrist and pried the DDD from your hand. "Hey!"

"Oho! You're keeping secrets from me now? You don't get to do that, normie. After all, I am your senpai, " he said with a suppressed laugh as he scanned through your notes with one hand while keeping you at bay with the other.

"Give that back, Levi!"

"Let's see… 'Go on, Davin. I won't stop you.', " he started reading out loud, much to your horror.

He was reading it - your sorry attempt at writing a fanfic! "Stop it, " you cried out, as you dove to retrieve your DDD and what little dignity you had left.

"You're writing a fic about your Doctor Love bias! I'll read some more. He kissed her non-stop as he laid her on the bed. After what seemed like forever, he stripped her off her clothes and climbed on top of her…"

You shut your eyes as he continued to read what you'd written, silently wishing that Diavolo would magically appear and zap you back to the human world. You were so wrapped up in your wishes, you failed to notice that the room had become dead silent and that Levi was handing you back your phone.

"Don't laugh, " you nearly growled at him as you snatched your DDD back.

"I couldn't if I wanted, " he replied. "That… that's a smutty fanfic you're writing. I didn't know you were into those…"

"Asmo made me do it! He made me join his Post-Valentine's Day event -"

"Lust Fest?" The dashing Otaku exclaimed as he looked at you wide-eyed. "Why the heck did you sign up… and more importantly, this type of writing is even worse than a noob's. I mean, you could do a better job of describing what's happening or how the characters are feeling. That right there looks like it'd been written by a virgin."

His snide comment made you wince. Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and glanced at him. "I can't help that, " you said, trying your best not to blush. "I am a virgin."

"Oh, " he said quietly as he stared at his feet to hide his embarrassment. "I didn't know. Sorry."

"That's fine. Maybe I can head over to Lucifer and ask him to help me with this."

He gripped your wrist once more, just as you were getting out of bed. "Why Lucifer?"

You looked at him quizzically and tilted your head to one side. "Uh… because he looks like he's got a ton of experience -"

He yanked on your wrist so you'd fallen on his lap. Before you finished your sentence, his mouth had claimed yours, moving hungrily, claiming every inch of your being. Holding you close, he swallowed your gasp and thrust his tongue into your mouth to seek yours.

"Don't go to Lucifer, " he said in between kisses. "Stay with me. I'll help you out. Is that okay?"

You managed a small nod before he moved his attention from your lips to your neck. As he sucked on a sensitive spot, you let out a moan and immediately clamped your hand over your mouth.

"Don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you moan for me, " he whispered, before lapping at your neck while slowly unbuttoning your pajama top. "Tell me what I just did."

"You… you… marked me. I-It felt good…"

"Really? What about now?" He made short work of opening your top, and his hands were soon on your breasts, kneading and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "I wonder if your nipples taste as sweet as your mouth is." He blew on one of your pebbled nipples before taking one of them into his mouth, and you felt your panties get soaked. He sucked and laved his warm tongue over your pink nipples one at a time, while you buck against him wildly. "Does this feel good? Tell me!" His voice was raw with lust as he tore your top away and moved you so he had a full view of your naked top.

You wanted to tell him how wonderful it felt, how your toes curled as he sucked on your breasts, and how you've discovered an invisible connection between your breasts and your pussy… but all you could utter was a moan.

"You're beautiful, " he said, smiling before you tangled your fingers on his hair and pulled him back so he could lavish your breasts once more. As he flicked his tongue against your hard nipples, you bucked your hips against his hardened cock. The sensation made him groan and he bit your nipple and sucked on it hard.

Slowly, he laid you on his bed and ran his hand down your body, over your soft plains and curves, and palmed your soaking pussy over your damp pajamas. You arched against his touch and sought more.

"You're okay with this," he asked.

"You're asking that now," you quipped. "Teach me, Senpai. I'm all yours."

Those three words were all it took to break his last barrier of restraint. "I want you. I've wanted you for so long, " he said roughly as he removed your bottoms and his clothes and tossed them on the floor. He planted kisses on your lips, your neck, the valley between your breasts, down your belly, before he stopped to look up at her. With a sly smile on his lips, he slowly turned his attention back to your pussy and removed your soaking panties with his teeth.

It was slow torture, he was aware. As he caught a whiff of your arousal, he cursed himself for not being a total noob at these things. Sighing, he tore the offending garment off.

You watched as he licked his lips and you tangled your fingers on the pillow, holding your breath, waiting for his next move.

"Relax, normie. Trust me, you'll like it, " he said before he dipped his head between your legs and nuzzled his nose against your clit, taking in as much of your scent as he can before you felt warm wet tongue part your folds and lick your essence.

"Don't stop… don't stop…"

He sucked and slurped every drop of your essence. "Levi, please… I want more!"

"Just a little while longer, " he said, sliding a finger inside you. You gasped and arched your back as he pumped in and out your pussy. "Does this feel good? I'll make you feel even better." He sealed his promise by sucking on your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of you faster. He knew you were close, he could feel your muscles start to contract, he curled his finger inside you and felt you shatter around him. You cried out his name and bucked thrashed beneath him, riding out your orgasm.

A few minutes later, you laid side by side, breathing heavily as your bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"That… That was amazing, Levi."

"See? You really didn't need Lucifer for that right, " he said cockily, as he rested his head on your arm. "I can give you all the orgasm you'll ever need."

"But I didn't need Lucifer for this, " you pointed out, much to his surprise. "I was gonna ask him to proofread my work. You're the only one I want."

"Proofread?"

You nodded, and swept his bangs to one side. "Absolutely. You're the only one I want." You smiled at your boyfriend, who was now blushing furiously. "But now I think I can do even better. I think I can write a smutty fanfic… All thanks to you."

The end.

#obey me #swd obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #levi x mc #obey me fanfic

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Working Hard

NOTE: TITLE CHANGE. previously titled Workin’ Hot

anyway, i totally meant to post this in the morning but when i finished it last night i forgot to send it to myself so i could post it at work. oops lol. and hey lookie that, just in time for Valentine’s day too! it’s not at all Valentine’s related, but it’s inukag and that’s all that matters amiright ahahha.

moving on tagging my ladies because if i don’t they’ll maul me in my sleep: @clearwillow @sssuperbartola @lemonlushff @tsukinohimeusagi @dangerouspompadour @meggz0rz @cammysansstuff @britonell @eternalnight8806-3 @bearpluscat @morikothehalfangel @hinezumi @ideasthatbuildcities @thunderpot @fantastiqueparfait @umacaking

sorry if i forgot anybody <3

also please note this is entirely unedited so beware the typos and other errors haha.

lol totally forgot to add this but here is a layout of Kagome’s office to get a better perspective.

“Damn dog’s working you to the bone today, eh, missy? When’s the last time you had a break?”

Kagome smiled, however she didn’t look up from the huge printer as she continued to feed invoices and purchase orders into the tray to be copied. The stupid thing kept jamming on her whenever she looked away for even a second and she was already behind schedule as it is. As it was, she’d have to stay at least until seven now instead of five like she’d originally planned, but that was because the maintenance guy had failed to show up at the allotted time of two pm to fix the malfunctioning air conditioner. He’d called and said he would be late, but hadn’t mentioned how late, and now Kagome was stuck after hours in a stifling hot office with no AC and with a million and one things she still needed to do. She was tired, and hot, and hungry, and she just wanted to go home, but she couldn’t leave until the damn AC guy showed up and she had no idea when that would be.

Her job sucked sometimes, but at least the people she worked with made up for that.

“Hi, Bob,” Kagome greeted one of their driver’s and only looked up once the last PO had gone through the copier. She sighed and collected the copies, stacking the purchase orders in a neat pile on the desk to be received later before taking the originals and filing back where they belong. She left the invoices on Sango’s desk to be done first thing in the morning; she knew her friend would appreciate the help, little as it may be.

“You know as well as I do that Tai has nothing to do with me still being here,” she said, walking barefoot to the filing cabinets; she’d kicked off her heels long before since it was just her in the office and Tai always locked the front door after he and Sesshomaru left for the day.

“I volunteered, and there’s too much to do to take a break. With Kagura on maternity leave and Ayame out sick, it’s only me, Sango, and Shiori to pick up the slack, but because Shiori’s still in training there’s only so much she can do.”

Sliding the last PO into the appropriate folder, Kagome shut the drawer with another sigh and finally turned to face her friend and favorite driver of Taisho Metal Finishing. Rotund, bearded, and with a perpetual flush on his face, Bob treated her like his own daughter and she in turn saw him as a sort of father. Though he constantly harassed and teased her, always stealing her keys and pretending to hide them somewhere in the plant, he also always asked how she was doing and made sure she wasn’t overworking herself. She adored him for it, and usually she would take the time to sit down and chat for a few minutes if she ended up staying late, but right now she simply didn’t have the time.

“It’s hot as balls in here,” he grunted and whipped a hand over his sweaty brow. “Drinking enough, at least?”

Smiling, Kagome ambled over to her desk and lifted up her cold water bottle in answer before taking a swig.

Bob nodded, satisfied, and finally allowed a grin to stretch his tanned face. “That damned AC guy still not here?”

Kagome wrinkled her nose and shook her head, taking another sip of her water before setting it back down and ambling over to the back table to grab the incoming PO’s. Back over to the printer, she fed them into the copy tray and poked around on the screen to get the settings she wanted.

“No,” she muttered and the annoyance was obvious in her tone. “He hasn’t called since the first time when he said he was going to be late, I don’t even know if he’s on his way, and—”

The printer whirred, beeped obnoxiously at her for several seconds, then flashed an error message at her on the screen.

“—and this stupid thing keeps jamming on me!”

Scowling, Kagome refrained from kicking it in sheer frustration – her bare and unprotected toes would not appreciate that act – and huffed out a harsh exhale before angrily jabbing her finger onto the screen to clear the message and start over.

Unable to keep from chuckling despite her obvious frustration, Bob shuffled over and patted her shoulder, squeezing once.

“Take a break, missy,” he told her gently and guided her over to her desk chair. Kagome gave in easily, thinking that perhaps he was right and it was time she took a break. “You’ve earned it. Now, if I leave to go unload my truck, will the printer still be in once piece tomorrow?”

“Oh, shut up,” Kagome laughed and swatted his arm. Bob released a hearty laugh, patted her back, ruffled her hair, and retreated back to the even hotter floor where his truck sat at the dock waiting to be unloaded.

Kagome watched him go with a fond smile. Bob had always been able to lift her spirits and make her day a little brighter and she was grateful to him.

Sitting back in her chair, Kagome grimaced when her clothes stuck to her sweaty skin uncomfortably and she sat back up, fanning her flushed face with her hand and blowing out her cheeks in another sigh. Of course the AC just had to go on one of the hottest days of the summer; it had to be at least eighty in the office, and it was probably reaching one hundred out on the floor where all the hot water tanks, ovens, and machinery were. She couldn’t imagine how the floor employees had faired today. The drivers at least had the reprieve of leaving to pick up and drop off orders in their nice air-conditioned trucks.

Wrinkling her nose, Kagome glared down at her blouse, bit her lip, and gave a mental “to hell with it” before unbuttoning it and shrugging it off. It was only her in the office anyway and she didn’t care if any of the drivers saw her in just a skirt and her camisole. Hell, they were probably walking around without shirts out there since the bosses were gone. No one to yell at them for it.

Feeling better already without her blouse sticking to her skin, Kagome splashed some cool water into her hands via water bottle and dabbed at her face and neck, sighing as the chilly water cooled her heated skin. It was a brief reprieve, but welcomed none the less. It was hot, dammit. She fished around in her desk for a hair tie and bundled her hair up into a loose bun, wondering why she hadn’t had the smarts to do this in the first place.

“Much better,” she sighed, feeling better already. “Alright, now back to—”

The door that led out into the plant opened up and an unfamiliar male voice called out, “Hello? I was called to fix a faulty air conditioner unit. Someone sent me up here to talk to a…Kagome?”

“Oh, thank god,” Kagome muttered to herself and then said louder, “Yes, hello! Just a moment please, wait right there and I’ll come show you where it is.”

Using her feet to drag heels out from under her desk, Kagome slipped them back on and stood from her chair, taking a moment to smooth out her skirt and make sure her hair wasn’t a complete mess. Hoping she looked at least halfway presentable, Kagome stepped out from behind her desk and—

“Oh!”

Either impatient or he simply hadn’t heard her, the repair man had followed her voice from the lobby into the office where only employees were permitted. Wearing stained coveralls with the repair company’s logo on the left breast, the man had black, greasy looking air that fell down his back in unkempt waves and leering red eyes that sent not so pleasant shivers crawling along the length of her spin. He grinned at her and Kagome took an involuntary step back, feeling a chill course through her entire body despite the stifling heat. The man set a heavy looking toolbox on the ground and advanced toward her, his scarlet gaze unabashedly dropping to ogle the cleavage bared by her clingy camisole.

“Um, s-sir,” Kagome stuttered and took another step back. “Y-you’re not allowed back here. Please, the—the AC is upstairs…if you’ll follow me—”

“Kagome,” the man murmured and his smirk had a sinister lilt to it. “Was it you I spoke on the phone with earlier? It was, wasn’t it,” he continued without waiting for an answer. “You’re even lovelier than you sound.”

Kagome paled. Oh god.

“Ah, sir, p-please,” she squeaked and hated how her voice wavered, “This isn’t—the…the air conditioner—”

“Can wait a few more minutes,” he murmured, his voice like a serrated knife cloaked in velvet; malice hidden behind purring tones and slick words. “I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Naraku. Pleasure to meet you, Kagome.”

The way he said her name had a sick, heavy feeling settling in her stomach and she swallowed several times through a throat tight with sudden anxiety. She offered a strained smile and backed up again. He followed her, seemingly either uncaring he was making her so uncomfortable, and completely oblivious.

Kagome suspected it was the former and it made her heart race.

“W-well, Naraku,” she said and licked her dry lips. His eyes followed the movement and she shivered in a mix of fear and disgust. “It’s…nice to meet you, too.” Lie. LIE. “I, uh, I can’t leave until you’re gone, so…if you could…go upstairs, down the hall, and to your left, you’ll find the room where the AC is.”

There was no way in hell she was going to be alone with this man for any length of time now. He can go find the damn AC by his own creepy self. And maybe she’d run out and grab Bob to keep her company in case he came back downstairs for whatever reason. She knew he’d keep her safe. Or maybe even Sha—

“Really?” he drawled and the grin he gave her stretched his mouth, ruby eyes glinting with fiendish delight.

Oooh shit. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned that.

“I-I mean—th-the drivers, they—one of them could come in any minute and I won’t be alone and—”

Oh god, she was rambling and not making any sense and he was getting closer and Kagome felt the first tendrils of panic skitter across her skin like thousands of needles—

“Hey, asshole. The fuck you think you’re doing?”

While Kagome gasped and caught herself on the back table behind her as relief surged through her entire body, Naraku paused inches before her and looked over his shoulder to level a carefully neutral look at whoever interrupted them.

Standing behind the reception desk, a six foot wall of solid muscle donned in ripped jeans and a black ball cap, Kagome’s inadvertent savior only spared her a brief glance to assure she was alright before pinning her tormentor under the weight of his unwavering amber gaze. To his credit Naraku seemed unaffected and merely stared back, not moving away from her, but not getting any closer either.

When still the asshat didn’t move away from the clearly uncomfortable woman, dark brows snapped low over his eyes and a deep growl echoed in his throat. Fucker apparently had more balls than brains, but at least he had enough sense to not ignore his presence. A wise decision; if he hadn’t, Inuyasha would have been forced t use a much more physical means to intervene, and he was positive neither his dad nor Sesshomaru would appreciate that.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” he started, voice low, gaze narrowing just the slightest. “Or maybe you’re just stupid, but I asked you what the fuck you think you’re doing. This area is off limits to anyone but employees, asshole. Beat it.”

He gestured behind him with a jerk of his head, indicating the lobby where he should get the hell out of his sight, and fast.

Once more Naraku proved that he was below average intelligence when he again refused to move away from Kagome and instead merely half-turned and pegged the half-demon with a narrow-eyed stare.

“The lady and I,” he began, either not noticing or ignore as the lady in question subtly inched away from him, “are having a conversation. One you quite rudely interrupted, I might add.”

“Conversation’s over,” Inuyasha told him firmly and his tone brooked no room for argument. “Now I suggest you leave the lady alone, get the fuck outta my sight, and go do what you were specifically hired to do. And in case your sense of direction is as shitty as your hearing, that would be up the stairs, down the hall, and to your left. Door’s labeled ‘Employees Only.’ Can’t miss it.”

Naraku pegged him with a sinister glare that time and Inuyasha didn’t miss the way his hands clenched into tight fists. His gaze sharpened and he tensed, but didn’t move.

“Kagome was just about to show me herself,” the repair man claimed and swung twin pools of unnerving ruby red said woman’s way. Kagome froze in her gradual bid to escape and Naraku smiled. It was not a nice smile.

“Weren’t you, Kagome?”

Wide brown eyes cut to his and beneath his ballcap Inuyasha’s ears pinned against his head as another growl welled in his throat.

“Tough shit,” Inuyasha snapped and watched as the asshole visibly tensed before once more turning his head to level him with a murderous glare. “I don’t give a rat’s ass if she promised to give you a goddamn tour of France, dickhead. Kagome is busy, I have shit to do other than waste my time standing here talking to someone who clearly forgot his helmet at home and licks windows in his spare time, so do us both a favor, grab your shit, and go do your fucking job.”

Maybe it was the low, ominous growl that even Kagome could hear now, the sudden ring of the company phone that shattered the tense silence that followed, or perhaps it was Kagome driving to go answer it, but whatever it was evidently Naraku finally decided to heed the hanyou’s request. He pursed his lips, glowered balefully at the silver-haired figure for several charged seconds, then wordlessly picked up his tools and stomped by him toward the stairs.

Kagome hunt up the phone, looked over her shoulder, then gratefully sank down into her chair with a loud, relieved sigh. She pressed a hand over her heart and closed her eyes, taking a moment to breathe as she willed her tense muscles to relaxed. She heard him approach and when she opened her eyes again, her water bottle was being held before her by a clawed hand.

“I can’t thank you enough, Sha,” Kagome said and grabbed her drink with a grateful smile. “You have some pretty incredible timing.”

Leaning back against the printer and crossing his arms again, Inuyasha studied her quietly for a moment as she took several deep gulps of the cool liquid before replying.

“Bob asked me to check in on you,” he revealed and Kagome blinked in surprise. “Said he looked pretty sketchy and got a weird feeling about him when he asked where to go.” He cocked a brow. “Suppose he was right.”

Kagome sighed. “And how,” she muttered, setting her drink on her desk. God, if Sha hadn’t intervened when he did…

“Any idea how long it’s gonna take?” he asked and nodded his head toward the ceiling.

“No,” she answered, wrinkling her nose. “And I can’t leave until he’s gone.” She didn’t sound very happy about that and he couldn’t blame her.

Inuyasha frowned. “Are you staying late because of him?”

Kagome shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. You weren’t exactly lying earlier; I really am busy. I still have quotes to send, tags to make—oh! Those are yours, by the way,” she said and pointed to a colorful stack of papers – the aforementioned product tags – on the table. “Then I need to file invoices, finish some receiving, update pricing…the list goes on.”

Inuyasha whistled low, mentally wincing in sympathy. “Damn. Sounds like you’ll be just as busy as me. That idiot Houjo dropped an entire fucking skid of Horschel – an entire skid – from the forklift earlier and it’s giant goddamn mess.”

Kagome’s eyebrows rose and despite herself her lips twitched. “Was that what I heard a few hours ago? That huge crash?”

He grunted and Kagome took that as her answer.

“Oh, man,” she said and her smile was sympathetic. “I hope it wasn’t expedited.”

Inuyasha winced.

Kagome’s mouth dropped. “No.”

He groaned that time and Kagome had to bite her lip to stop from giggling. She really did feel bad; the Horschel brothers were not going to be happy when they hear their entire order had been destroyed.

“Oh…I am so sorry,” she said sincerely. “That’s just…damn.”

“Yeah,” he rumbled, dragging a hand down his face. “Looks like neither of us will be leaving any time before seven, I’d wager.”

“Well,” Kagome piped up, ever the optimist. “At least it’s Friday?”

Inuyasha’s ear flicked beneath his cap and the corner of his lips flickered with the beginnings of a grin.

“Good night for pizza and Netflix.”

“And breadsticks. And—oh! Chicken wings. Hot chicken wings.”

“You absolute mad woman.”

“I know.”

Inuyasha snickered while Kagome dissolved into giggles and as he watched her laughing, face flushed, dark eyes bright and raven hair piled up into a messy bun, the urge slammed into him so hard he didn’t even think to resist. And if he was being honest with himself, it was something he’d been wanting to do for quite some time, and well…no time like the present, right?

“Listen,” Inuyasha began and Kagome cocked her head, curious, but before he could continue, the phone on his belt chose that moment to ring and he released a muttered curse. Sighing, he rolled his eyes, gave Kagome an apologetic look, and when all she did was smile and wave a dismissive hand, he unhooked the annoying device and pressed the call button.

“The hell do you want, I’m busy.”

While Inuyasha talked on the phone with who was probably one of his drivers, Kagome’s smile lingered on her face as she watched him, unabashed taking the opportunity to really get a good look at him while he was distracted.

Good lord, but the man was…mmm. Donned in the light blue company uniform shirt paired with dark jeans and scuffed up shitkickers, Kagome would be lying if she said he didn’t look utterly delicious. Most likely in deference to the heat, he had the top half of the shirt’s buttons unfastened and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat since it was much hotter out on the floor than in the office, and the white ribbed tank top be wore beneath his shirt clung to his chest very enticingly. His long hair was tied into a low ponytail and he had a five o’clock shadow that attractively darkened a strong jaw.

Inuyasha Taisho – or Sha, as most people called him – was the shipping manager and in charge of the drivers that worked for the company. The son of the CEO and half-brother to the president, he didn’t let his relation to the big bosses make him any different from the other employees. He didn’t receive any special treatment either, which was fine with him anyway. He was a hard worker, and though Kagome didn’t work with him much and saw him even less, she knew he was also a valued part of the company and made sure his drivers were on time with both deliveries and pick-ups.

He spent most of his time out on the floor if not in a truck himself, but when she did see him in the office, he always treated the office ladies with respect and was never rude or impatient if he came to them with an issue with the paperwork. Kagome genuinely liked him and had to admit she was a little disappointed she couldn’t work with him more often, but knew his presences was required out on the floor so she didn’t complain.

…Much.

Oh, who was she kidding? For a while now Kagome had been wanting to know far more about him and not just the surface knowledge a coworker was privileged to. She wanted to know his favorite food or if he was a coffee drinker. Was he an early bird or a night owl? Cats or dogs? McDonald’s or Burger King? She wanted to know his quirks, the little details, and okay fine, yes she was crushing. Big time.

But while Kagome was over her with moon eyes and a dopey smile, he hadn’t so much as spared her a second glance so she’d never approached him like she truly wanted.

“Keep your dick in your pants, I’ll be there in a minute,” Inuyasha drawled and promptly stopped the insistent whining in his ear by hanging up the phone. He grumbled and shook his head, clipping the device back on his belt. Christ, he leaves for ten goddamn minutes and the entire floor is having a fucking conniption because he’s not there.

“Do your people need you?” Kagome asked with a teasing smile.

Inuyasha snorted. “My people are idiots and can’t do a damn thing for themselves apparently.”

Shaking his head, he sighed, studied her thoughtfully for a moment, and decided he’d ask her later, after McCreepy Fuck was gone. She had work to do anyway and he didn’t want to distract her more than he already had.

“I’ll stick around,” he said and flicked a brief glance toward the ceiling in explanation. She beamed at him and his heart skipped a beat. Christ he was done for. “Anything happens, you call me. I’ll hear it. I promise.”

He could see it as she visibly relaxed and he was obvious it meant a great deal to her that he was willing to hang around so she wouldn’t have to be alone with him.

“Thank you, Sha,” she breathed, truly grateful. “It…means a lot to me. Really.”

Inuyasha nodded, expression softening. “No problem,” he murmured just as his phone rang again. Kagome giggled as he tipped his head back with an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes heavenward.

He quirked a grin, tipped his hat at her – relishing in her quiet laugh – then grabbed the tags she’d already created before turning around to head back toward the floor, unclipping his phone and answering it with a barked, “What, Miroku? I told you I’d—no, dammit, don’t let him on the forklift again—!”

The door to the plant slammed shut and Kagome was once again left alone. Or as alone as she could be given the circumstances, but she decided not to dwell on that, standing up and getting back to work to distract herself. Let’s see, first she’d finish filing the invoices, then the receiving, and after that get those quotes sent she wasn’t able to send earlier…

It was perhaps two or so hours later that Kagome had just hit send on the last quote when she heard the AC unit kick on with a stuttered whirr, some clicking sounds, and then smooth out into its usual background buzzing noise.

“Finally,” she muttered and closed out of Gmail before shutting down her computer. She was honesty a little surprised that Naraku had actually stayed upstairs, but then again, he probably didn’t want to get on a certain half-demon’s bad side if he bothered her. Inuyasha had indeed popped in several times to give updates on the goings on of his drivers and to also just see how she was doing. She liked that he took her discomfort about the repair man seriously and loved that he seemed so protective of her. It gave her all the nice warm and fuzzies.

Warm and fuzzies that had abruptly traveled southward at an embarrassingly fast rate when Inuyasha, sans his uniform shirt, had at one point during a brief chat unconsciously grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it up to wipe the sweat from his face. Kagome had gotten a very nice view of his toned abdomen and the line of silver hair that disappeared into his jeans which in turn pointed out the enticing V of his hips. Kagome’s face had gone very red, and when she’d finally managed to life her gaze, she was met with the sight of a cocked brow and a knowing smirk.

Needless to say, she hadn’t been able to look at him again after that without turning five shades of red and she could still hear his little chuckle as he all but swaggered away.

Cocky bastard. Damned if she didn’t absolutely love it.

Standing from her chair and glancing at the clock on the wall that read 6:32 pm, Kagome sighed, stretched, and went about tidying up the workspace to be ready for Monday morning. The plant had gone quiet about forty-five minutes ago, signaling that most of the warehouse workers had gone home and it was just the drivers now unloading their trucks and putting away product in its required bay. She knew Inuyasha was still here, though Bob was gone, having left about half an hour ago.

Kagome wiped clean the day’s notes and messages from the dry erase board on the back wall and tided up the table, humming under her breath as she placed pens and markers in their appropriate place. She shut down Shiori’s computer because she forgot to again, turned around—

And screamed.

Naraku raised his brows as scarlet eyes glinted in amusement.

“My apologies,” he murmured, a smirk curling his lips. “I did not mean to startle you, Kagome.”

Hand pressed against her rapidly beating heart, Kagome recovered quickly and put more distance between them with a few steps backward. Jeez, he was quiet; she hadn’t even heard him come down the stairs! She also highly doubted he hadn’t meant to startle her because if that were true, why hadn’t he said anything and just stood there like a creeper?

“It’s, uh, fine.” It wasn’t. “All finished?” As discreetly as she could she inched toward her desk. It wasn’t much, but if she could just get to the pepper spray in her purse…

“It’s running,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he blatantly stared at her chest. “Replaced some wires. Took longer than expected…”

He trailed off and Kagome frowned, deliberately crossing her arms over her chest, her back to her desk now. His gaze flashed back to hers and he adopted a look of nonchalance as if she hadn’t just caught him ogling her and Kagome had to bite back a snort. God, this guy was all kinds of sleaze and she couldn’t wait to get rid of him.

“Good,” she said with a nod. “You can put the invoice on the reception desk on your way out. Thank you for your service. Have a good weekend.”

An obvious dismissal delivered in a clipped, firm tone that suggested he’d do well to heed it.

Imagine her surprise when he didn’t and instead reached out too fast for her to react and snatched her wrist.

“I think I’d rather stay a while,” Naraku purred and his smile dripped with ill-intent.

Kagome gasped and yanked at her hand, her neutral expression falling to be replaced by an outraged scowl.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, gritting her teeth as she struggled to escape his grip, but he was surprisingly strong, tightening his fingers around her wrist to the point of pain. Kagome winced at clawed at his hand with the nails of her free hand, digging into his skin, but he barely noticed, his smile broadening as a chuckle escaped his lips.

“My dear,” he chuckled, tugging her closer and ignoring her attempts to free herself. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. I know you didn’t want that half-breed to interrupt us earlier.”

Kagome gaped at him. He couldn’t be serious.

“Don’t be shy, now,” he purred and oh good god, he was serious. “It’s only you and I here, after all. Your eyes were begging me to touch you, to bring you the pleasure that no vile half-breed could ever—”

Before he could finish his disgusting monologue that was making Kagome want to hurl in his face – or punch him in his face, which ever came first – Naraku was suddenly yanked away from her and the grip around her wrist vanished. Kagome stumbled backward, rubbing the abused flesh and watching with great satisfaction as the creep was bodily slammed face-first against the filing cabinets.

Roughly cranking the fucker’s arm behind his back and shoving his weight against it to put strain on the shoulder, Inuyasha reveled in the hiss of pain that reached his ears as Naraku struggled against his hold. He only tightened his grip, claws digging into his arm, and when Naraku tried to headbutt him by throwing his head back, Inuyasha retaliated by slamming his face into the cold metal of the cabinets in front of him.

“Alright, you demented fuck, listen up,” Inuyasha growled in the bastard’s ear, unwilling to let him get away with the stunt he’d just pulled. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re on that makes you think it’s okay to touch her, but my fist is begging to make nice with your face, so unless you wanna be nothing but a bloody fucking smear on the wall, you have three seconds to get the fuck outta my sight after I let you go. We clear?”

Naraku grumbled something and Inuyasha pulled on his arm. The fucker paled, gasped, and then nodded, and satisfied Inuyasha gave him one last shove against the cabinets before releasing him and stepping back. He purposely placed himself in front of Kagome and crossed his arms, fierce scowl on his face and fangs bared as a steady growl echoed in his throat.

To his credit, though he looked mightily pissed, Naraku didn’t even spare the two of them a glance as he grabbed his toolbox and hightailed it out of there. Seconds later the door slammed closed and Kagome was able to breathe easily again.

“Ugh,” Kagome muttered and leaned back against her desk, her knees feeling weak. “If I never see him again, it’ll be too soon.”

Inuyasha only relaxed fully when he heard the sound of a motor starting up and then fading away as the asshole left the premises and he turned to face her, eyes immediately zeroing in on the reddened skin of her wrist. He frowned and gestured toward it with a nod of his head.

“You alright?” he asked, wanting to take her delicate wrist and massage away the soreness while at the same time removing the fucker’s stench from her skin. God, he hated that he touched her.

Kagome smiled at him and he was happy to note that it was genuine, her eyes soft as she regarded him fondly and with something else that made his heart rate kick up a notch. Did she…?

“I’m fine,” she answered, rubbing the skin for a moment before bracing both of her hands on the desk, fingers curling around the edge. “Thank you, Sha. Once again you proved to have some pretty impeccable timing. Any later and you probably would have witnessed me decking him in his stupid face.”

He snorted. “What I wouldn’t give to see that,” Inuyasha remarked and moved so he was leaning against Sango’s desk, arms and ankles crossed as he faced her. “You’re welcome, but this time I actually had an ulterior motive for showing up. I wanted to ask you before, but it didn’t feel like the right time.”

Kagome’s eyes lit up and her smile was hopeful. “Oh? Ask me what?”

Inuyasha studied her for a moment, golden eyes heavy-lidded and intense as they searched her face. Kagome held her breath, biting down on her bottom lip as her heart raced in her chest, butterflies rioting in her belly.

“Sha?” she breathed when still all he did was stare at her.

Something in his expression shifted as his gaze locked with hers and Kagome felt goosebumps ignite on her skin that had nothing to do with the significantly cooler air in the office courtesy of the now working AC.

“Call me Inuyasha,” he rumbled as he pushed away from the desk and closed the scant distance between them. Kagome didn’t move, didn’t stop him as he grabbed her hips and lifted her into the desk, nudging himself between her thighs as hands first slid along the solid muscles of his arms before slipping her own around his neck.

Kagome sighed and closed her eyes as he blazed a trail of soft kisses along her neck.

“Inuyasha,” she murmured and was rewarded by a gentle nip to her ear. “What did you…”

“Do I really need to ask?” he whispered in her ear and kissed along the line of her jaw.

“Mmm.” Kagome turned her head, nuzzled his temple, and breathed, “So, Netflix and chill?”

Inuyasha laughed, Kagome giggled, but then the sound was promptly silenced by his mouth as he kissed her with a slow but passionate thoroughness that left Kagome whimpering and pressing herself against him. She eagerly returned his kiss and she felt his pleased growl in some very nice places. Her blood heated, her stomach fluttered as arousal sparked a flame deep in the pit of her belly, and when his hand dropped to nudge her forward into the cradle of his hips, she gasped at the feel of him, thick and ready for a long night of hard—

“Fuck,” Inuyasha cursed against her mouth and he felt her lips curl into an impish smile. Despite himself he chuckled and nipped her lip before soothing the brief sting with a swipe of his tongue.

“My place?” he groaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head and letting his little vixen lavish his neck with nips and kisses of her own as her hands slid beneath his shirt to run her fingers over his stomach. He shuddered and moved his hand to grab her thigh, shoving her skirt up to feel the soft flesh beneath his palm.

“On one condition,” Kagome purred and curled her hand around his neck to tug him back down for another hot kiss. He indulged her with a heated growl, slicking his tongue along hers, fangs nipping soft flesh, relishing in her sweet taste.

“Name it,” he growled, willing to give her anything she wanted as long as she kept kissing him like that because fuck.

“Pizza and wings afterwards. You’re buying.”

Inuyasha laughed. God, he was already half-way in fucking love with this wonderful woman.

“Deal,” he rumbled and with a wicked grin, he stole her mouth in another kiss that Kagome happily returned, hands diving into his hair while he pushed her back and then she let him do some very unprofessional things to her on the surface of her desk.

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The way he looked at her so tenderly it was cute and revolting at the same time. She was laughing at something his friend said. She was beautiful. She was practically perfect. With her cute short hair and small yet fit stature, who wouldn't like her? Not only that but she was smart and kind too — popular as well. What more can anyone ask for? He was beautiful as well. The perfect boy, they called him. Smart, athletic, good-looking, nice, funny — they were both perfect. They had their flaws, yes, but to everyone, they were perfect. To everyone, they were meant to be. To everyone, they were star crossed lovers. To everyone, they were the "It" couple. To everyone...but me.

To me, they were just another one of my friends. To me, they were just one of the few people I trust my life with. To me, they were one of they few who understood me. To me, they were the people who helped shape me to become who I am today. To me...they were just that one meant to be couple that I have the unfortunate luck of liking one them, maybe a bit too much for it to be platonic.

That's right, I like one of them. I like one of my friends — not just any of my friends but the one half of the ultimate "couple". Amazing, no? |

She stared at the screen in front of her as she wondered how she would continue her story. Bags were under her tired eyes as she had once again stayed up late to continue writing. A yawn threatened to escape from her lips but she held it down, fearing that even just the slightest of sounds would wake her darling mother up and now that wouldn't be such a pretty sight. Her eyes flickered tiredly to the bottom left corner of her laptop and mentally cursed herself at the time that stared back at her.

3:27 AM

She was running out of time and she knew it. It was her fault though. She could have started sooner and this wouldn't have to happen yet here she was again procrastinating till the last second before jumping to stay awake to finish her project. This time though it wasn't for school. No, it was for her own personal problems. Valentine's was nearing — or rather, Valentine's had come and she has yet to post a Valetine's special in her story. It wasn't needed, she knew that. She could have just typed out "Happy Valentine's" or write a short poem but no — her overachieving mind won't stand for it. She has to do something big and writing a Valentine's special was her plan. Problem is though — it's already Valentine's and she's barely started. Don't get her wrong, she had started before but every one of her drabbles just seems too cheesy or too sad for her and she wouldn't stand for it, removing and deleting paragraphs over paragraphs before re-writing or writing a whole 'nother idea than the last. Her hand reached up and ran through her messy hair before slowly going down to her face and rubbing it. She was tired. She had class tomorrow and she barely slept a wink — sure she's done it before, by that she means going to school with little to none sleep, but that doesn't mean it sucks any less. She's used to it, even got a schedule on what to do when it happens, but the idea of having to fight to stay asleep in class and keep her grades up while worrying about her Valetine's special and her upcoming seatworks and projects isn't really appealing to her. Or at all.

Small padded footsteps can be heard a few ways behind her making her turn and smile tiredly at the sight of her sleepy dog who stared at her before merely going to her feet and laying down. She sighed and bent down to ruffle her fur before sitting back straight again and staring at her laptop and the words typed in it, wondering just how she should continue. After a while of staring, she reached a hand out and promptly erased her drabble and hovering a hand over the keyboard, a new idea already in the making.

Valentine's day — A. K. A. The day couples use as an excuse to be more PDA than usual and spoil their partners. I hate it |

Nope. Too bitter. She erased it again before drinking from her cup, frowning when barely any coffee reached her lips, and hovering her hands on top of the keyboard yet again.

A cheer can be heard from a few ways behind her as yet another person confessed to their crush and got a yes. Her eyes rolled at the thought. How the hell do people even find the courage to confess when she could barely ask a classmate for a pencil without panicking? But then again, that was only her — maybe it was different for other people? Maybe. |

A sigh escaped her lips as she found her hands hovering above the keyboard, not knowing where to go next. She was never going to finish this on time. She closed her tired eyes before snapping them open at the small whisper of a notification, though she flinched at the sudden sound. Her eyes skimmed across the words before shaking her head with a small smile. They knew her too well.

New message from 'Fami-REE'

Sleep.

She looked at her dog before sighing. She'd have to finish this later today. With that, she closed her laptop not without saving her draft and grabbed her dog before going to bed to at least have some sleep before she goes to school.

That's it. She's going to die. If not by the hands of her friends then by her very own. A small groan escaped her lips as she laid her head on the wall beside her, staring with tired eyes at her teacher who droned on and on about something — Was it Linear Equations? Or was it Probability? Honestly, she didn't care anymore. All she wanted was sleep yet she can't have that. She's one of the honor students meaning she has to keep her grades up. Just great. Her eyes flickered to the empty seat next to her as her stomach churned at the thought of her sick friend before flickering to the girl in front of her and surpressing a wince. The girl in front was her friend. A very, very concerned friend who had smacked her the moment she saw her eyebags. Her eyes then tiredly swept across the classroom before settling at the front of the class and on her teacher. She must have looked dead right now. With her eye bags and her somewhat messy hair but what she didn't know is that she didn't look dead. Honestly, she just looked as if she was in a bad mood — her glasses covered her eye bags pretty well apparently. She watched as her teacher's eyes swept around the classroom obviously thinking of which student they should torture with questions next. Their eyes was about to settle on her but she had flickered her own to one of her friends which made her teacher call on her friend and not her. Oops. She flinched a bit. Sorry.

Time seemed to both drag and pass by within a blink of an eye as even though she felt as though the day would last forever, it was already their break. It was only half day for them meaning that they can leave before lunch but they still had recess — most commonly known as free period. Her friend — the one who had smacked her — pulled her to her feet and had her go downstairs to buy food for her stomach. Damn woman. Still, she let her friend drag her downstairs and buy her food to eat. Once the food was given, she slowly but surely began to eat, listening half heartedly to her friend's conversation with one of their younger schoolmates — a student who was a year below them she believed? — and putting in her input here and there. It seemed as if her friend had decided to tell a random stranger — to her knowledge that is — that she was Pansexual and began teaching said stranger about the LGBTQ+ community with vigor like no other. The thought made her smile, half fondly and half teasingly.

"So you can come out to a random stranger but not come out to your parents? Okay," She teased knowing full well how hard it is to come out to your parents before laughing lightly as her friend turned her head at her and started spluttering reasons why then laughing along with her. She was starting to wake up now. That's good. Her eyes flickered to the sudden movement a few ways to her left and she furrowed her eyes slightly at the sight of people she hadn't seen before. What were they doing at her school? Seeing her confused face, her friend sighed and reminded her. "Our sister school is practicing their concert in our school, remember? That's why we have a half day today. To give way to their practice."

"Oh."

That was all she could say as she went back to eating. Her friend, used to this, simply went back to her conversation with the stranger not realizing how deep in thought she had actually been. Her mind tried to find reasons why she was so disappointed all of a sudden. Was she disappointed that they weren't new students? Not likely. Was she disappointed that their sister school's practice had been the reason why they had half day? She wasn't complaining but maybe she thought it was for something else? Maybe she thought her school decided to be nice and give them more time to spend tine with their family instead of spending Valentine's day at school? Maybe.

But as her eyes swept around the area she sat in the cafeteria, she was suddenly reminded why she hated Valentine's so much as she saw the multiple roses and gifts other students, mostly girls, carried. For her, Valentine's was just a day to rub it in her face that no one loved her like that and no one probably will at the lack of gifts given to her. Her eyes looked back at her still conversing friend and frowned a bit when she remembered that her said friend had gotten chocolate from one of their other friends — one from the year below them — yet she had received none from that friend. She was being selfish though and she knew it. They all had been busy and of course they wouldn't be able to give gifts to each other that much. Plus the friend in the year below them knew her friend — the one who smacked her arm and forced her to eat — longer as she had been a transferee last school year while her friend had been in the school since 5th grade. Of course people knew about her friend. Still she couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at the thought yet didn't complain, mostly because she feared the answer. Maybe the friend in the year below them hated her and this was how they decuded to show it. A bit dramatic for her to think about but drama was in her veins so you can't blame her. She feared the thought of not being enough.

A cough broke her off from her thoughts as she looked at her friend who'd apparently been calling for her for the past minute. She smiled a sheepish smile before slowly standing up and throwing her trash in the bin, her friend following her lead. She waited for said friend to fall into step with her before the two walked together upstairs, conversing about nothing yet anything at the same time. Mindless chatter, one would say. The two reached the third floor — the floor their class was held in — before the two slowed at the sight before them. Yet another one of their friends from the year below was blocking their way to class. The two friends shared a look before approaching the younger student. The two barely reached them when the younger student began ushering her away. Ouch. She tried not to let her hurt show and succeeded for the most part — anyone who paid attention would have seen but luckily for her, no one was paying attention to her, at least not to her knowledge. Before she could even make a joke or a smart remark to cover her hurt, the younger student promptly told her that one of her classmates — another one of their friends — was inside their classroom which is why the whole class from the year below was screeching. Understanding and knowing that it was only a way to make her go away, she relented and went inside, immediately asking her other classmate friends what was up. One of them simply told her that the friend — the one who was in the year below them and inside — was being forced to hug one of her classmates — A.k.a. said friend's crush. Her still a bit sleeping mind struggled to process the information as suddenly one of her other friends began talking to said classmate — the crush of the younger student — and asking if he could hug her friend instead. Her body and mind worked on autopilot as she suddenly went to her classmate and her friend before asking her classmate as well to hug her friend with her hands in a prayer position as if begging. Her classmate took one look at her and her friend before promptly agreeing. He went to her year younger friend before looking back at her.

"What do I have to do?"

"Hug her."

Her words were immediate and without a thought. Her classmate nodded his head and turned around before giving her year younger friend a hug that barely lasted a few seconds — it was short yet enough for people, including her, to start cheering. But as her mind suddenly caught up with her actions, she stopped midway to her cheer and merely smiled a small, happy looking smile as she realized just who exactly the classmate had been. It had been her crush. Her crush that was silent and suffering. No one except a select few knew and even then, they didn't know that it was back or that she still liked him seeing as that she'd only told them once about it and barely brought it up ever again. The hug ended a few moments ago yet people were still cheering and she was still smiling, her eyes hollow in thought. Her eyes flickered to her classmate — her crush — no, her friend who caught her gaze and smiled a small tiny smile of greeting before she suddenly turned around and walked away. No one noticing the sudden slight shift in her mood. After all, no one cared about her enough to notice.

She saw her friend — the one who'd smacked her — still with her friend who had been the one to send her away and went to them before uttering two small words and smiling as if she was happy for them — as if she wasn't slowly dying at the ingrained picture of the two.

"They hugged."

But of course, her friends took no notice of the pained undertone in her voice and merely said their pride for their friend before going back to their previous conversation. Knowing with a heavy heart that she was not needed, she went away and walked towards her other friends noting how the friend he had hugged was in the group before sharing her happiness because yes, she was happy for her friend, she truly was —she just didn't wish she had to suffer for it because there was no way she would tell them she liked the same guy. No way. She had to be a good friend and she couldn't do that by liking the same guy as said friend — even though in this case it's admitting seeing as that she already liked him, she just didn't admit it to everyone yet.

"Ay! He hugged you huh? How does that feel?"

She briefly thought of the countless times she'd hid her pain with jokes and almost laughed bitterly at the thought yet held herself back.

"It was really nice."

The way she'd said it with a blush told her she enjoyed it really and smiled a small smile — one that many thought was of fondness but was really of sadness as if she'd realized something that made her give up.

"You really like him, don't you?"

"I do."

The fact that there wasn't any hesitance in her friend's voice made her heart ache yet she still smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"Well then, I wouldn't know what that feels like."

Lies.

"I've never really really liked anyone before."

Lies. Why do you do this?

"No one really caught my eye yet."

Lies again. Why do you hide?

"I've never experienced having butterflies in my stomach yet or anything like that..."

Again, lies. Why can't you just tell them?

"But — I wonder, if I do like someone, would it make me as happy as you are around him?"

Yet another lie. Her eyes saddened at the thought of her pain for merely liking the one guy she shouldn't have liked but of course, they interpreted it as sadness at the thought of not liking someone ever and being alone. They never did interpret her sadness correctly.

"It will."

She had to resist the urge to scoff at that and merely just smiled and nodded her head slowly.

"It will huh?"

It won't. It didn't now. It won't the next time.

With that she rushed to say her congratulations for the hug and before noting how all her friends were busy and simply, silently, walked away and to the restroom praying that no one would be there.

Fate was on her side that day as no one was in the restroom making her sigh in relief. She went to one of the many unoccupied stalls and locked it before closing the lid of the toilet and slowly sitting down. She clasped both her hands together and bowed her head down as she stared hollowly at the floor beneath her, knowing that she was too tired to cry but was awake enough to feel hurt. She put her head on her hands as she closed her eyes wanting to just wake up and find out it's all a dream but it isn't. She knows that and plus there's this part of her — the kind soul in her — that knows that if it was true, if it's all a dream then her friend wouldn't have actually hugged him and as much as that would have made her okay, it didn't sit well with her, remembering just how happy her friend had been. She was mean but she wasn't mean enough to wish to remove someone's happiness for her own. But even then, she allowed herself to be selfish in her short moment of privacy. She allowed herself to think of what would have been if she had been the one hugged and what would have been if she had confessed to him once upon a time instead of chickening out. Different possibilities surged through her mind as she allowed her tears to form yet refused to let them fall.

After composing herself, she walked outside the stall and splashed water to her face, happily noting how she didn't look like she was about to cry, before walking outside and back to her friends who didn't seem to notice a thing. She took a deep breath before she reached them. This was it. Time for the act. With that, she continued walking towards them with a happy smile, immediately joking around with them and hiding her pain behind her mask like always. She'd be damned if she let them knew what was really happening in her mind.

Stressed and tired. That's what she was right now as she laid on her bed with an exasperated look on her tired face, her phone a few ways away from her hand. At the sound of a ping, she turned around and looked at the notification before opening her phone and immediately going online. She scrolled down and checked who pinged her before suppressing a groan. Yet another person had complained to her about something. You see, she was a staff of a server and lately a lot of people have been complaining to her about something and now she had both Online and IRL problems to deal with. She closed her phone before rolling back to her previous position. It's been four or five hours since she got home from school and she has yet to receive a gift of any sort from any people she knew and the fact made her heart ache in pain.

She was about to cry or at least whine like a child when she received a notification. She suppressed a groan, thinking it was another person complaining, but rolled over to her phone nonetheless. Her hands wrapped around her phone as she opened it. Her eyes scanned the words of the message and immediately she was smiling.

New message from 'Bunch of Dumbos'

Wholesome Dumbo

HAPPY SINGLE'S DAY MOTHERNOTFUCKERS!

The fact that 'Wholesome Dumbo' refused to call them MOFOs was enough to make her laugh. She opened the groupchat between her and her fellow server staffs which became her online friends and immediately responded.

Awkward Dumbo

It's nearly night for me but Happy Valentine's to you too

Not even a second later he responded saying that she was too far ahead in time and she laughed. Each and every staff lived in different parts of the wrold and therefore, they had different time zones making it hard for them to communicate yet they without fail manage to talk to each other every day. It was somethine she's always looked forward to everyday. They were her anchors when life isn't the best to her. She smiled as she replied to his text saying that he should blame time zones and all that. A laugh escaped her lips when another staff member chatted back and said that they were being loud but still said Happy Valentine's day or rather, they said "Happy Single day" because they all just didn't have Valentine's that day. It was like the domino — or was it buttefly? — effect took it's place as one by one each and every staff woke up or checked their phones and suddenly, they were all chatting and joking around as usual. It was when she was laughing at something another staff said that yet another staff member decided to speak up but this time in a more serious note.

Wholesome Dumbo

I cherish you guys, you know that right?

The words were enough to make her world stop as 'Wholesome Dumbo' continued his speech about cherishing her and the other staff. Her heart felt light and her eyes stung as he continued with his words. A smile graced her lips as he ended his speech with a small note.

Wholesome Dumbo

Happy Valentine's day. I love y'all.

She felt like crying then and there because no one had ever said that they loved her. Not straight up anyway. Her heart was hammering with love yet it wasn't romantic. It was pure platonic, familial love that was running her heart. And suddenly, her mind woke up and she remembered that Valentine's wasnt just a day for couples but a day for people to show their love. After all, it's not the day of love for nothing and there are so many more kinds of love other than romantic. Just because Valentine's is usually associated with couples and all that doesn't mean it's all about that. No, it's a day to show people how much you love them. Sure, you should do that everyday — you should show your loved ones how much you love them everyday — but Valentine's is just a day to remind us about that. Or at least, that's how she interpreted it. And so, with her mind that barely got any sleep last night finally up and running, ideas swirled around her brain and she smiled. Time to write.

Awkward Dumbo

I love y'all too. I gotta go now though — I have an idea to write. Thanks for the wake up call!

With that, she closed her phone not without reading the replies of goodlucks and supportive notes they gave her. Adrenaline pumped her veins as she grabbed her laptop and started to write with vigor like no other. Her mind ran so fast that ideas — both previous and new ones — merged together to make a story that satisfied the young writer's mind.

A few hours that felt like minutes to her later, she was nearing the epilouge. She typed in the last few paragraphs in mind and as she finally clicked on the last period, she took a deep breath and leaned back on her pillow before reading her creation. It was based on her. It was of a girl who wondered what will happen on her Valentine's day when she suddenly saw something heartbreaking for the gal. She had then ran and her friends saw her before rushing to comfort her. They managed to do so after a few moments and suddenly, they were all joking around and having a moment. And in that moment, the main character realized that just because she was single and it was Valentine's and yes, her crush apparently liked another girl, doesn't mean that her Valentine's was ruined. After all, Valentine's wasn't just about romantic love. It can be of purely familial love or any other kinds of love there are. With that, she saved her draft and published it, sending the link to her friends afterwards.

And in that moment — while I laid there on Sarah's lap as she continuously patted my head and surrounded by all of my friends, all of us joking around and laughing like the maniacs we are — I realized something. Valentine's isn't just about loving someone romantically, it's also for something else — for other kinds of love like familial love. And as I watch all my friends laugh at a joke after they've comforted me, I realized that I don't need any man to make my Valentine's day a special day. I have my friends for that and that's what matters. Katelyn, who was grinning proudly as she had been the one to crack the joke that sent everyone laughing, noticed how deep in thought I was. "You still with us?" She asked jokingly but all of us could hear the concerned tone in her voice, no matter how much she tried to hide it. Knowing that I won't be able to lie like last time nor was I going to in the first place, I smiled my usual charismatic smile that made everyone of my friends physically sag in relief and smile back.

"Not going anywhere, anytime soon."

"You sure bout that? You're not going to run away again and hide to cry your hearts out?"

All of us knew the silent message behind Charlie's words. 'Are you sure everything will be just fine?'

"Yep, I won't. I'm sure of it."

Everything's just fine. And for once, I actually meant it. After weeks of dreading and moping around because of Valentine's, I'm finally content and happy. Maybe not fully happy but I suspect it's because of Brian's confession to Lea but happy nonetheless. I watched as they deciphered the meaning of my words before smiling both fondly and happily. It's been a while since I was fine and so I suspect they were all glad for the change. The dark side of my mind came up and made me briefly wonder if they were all mad at me for being so difficult to handle but I had suppressed the thought and forced myself to cone back to the real world and be content because I definitely needed a break.

"You okay?" was the first words greeted to me as I zoned back in the conversation which made me look up at Sarah who had been the one to silently whisper the question to me. I watched her for a bit in silence and noticed the worry in her eyes which made me smile softly. She'd always been a worrywart. I nodded at her and squeezed her hand.

"I'm alright."

I mean it.

"I just realized something important is all."

I just realized how much all of you mean to me

"No need to worry."

So don't worry about my silence.

"Everything will be alright."

I'll be fine.

"I promise."

I'll make sure of it.

I stared at her eyes and watched as she tried to decipher if I was lying or not. Finding that I was telling the truth, Sarah allowed herself to relax and squeezed my hand back.

"Everything will be just fine," She repeated my words making me smile. "It will be," I said to her before sitting up from my position on her lap and joining the conversation my other friends were having.

"I agree, Mason does seem gay to me."

My words caused all of them to laugh even as said person spluttered a retort before giving up and laughing along, knowing I meant no harm. Laughing along with them, I stood up and gestured for all of them to follow me, which they did even though they were all noticeably confused.

"Come on. Let's go ruin a random couple's day on Valentine's."

That certainly got them grinning before following me as I ran back to the school and out of the school fields, all of us laughing as we all thought of ways to prank our other friends who were couples and ruin their day before making it up to them. This is what Valentine's was supposed to be about. No, I don't mean ruining other people's life — It's fun, yeah, but that isn't what it's about, we just did that because of a joke and since we were all pranking couples that we knew so it was no harm. I meant so say that Valentine's isn't about finding a guy or girl to spend time with and be your Valentine. Sure, maybe it kinda is about that but it's also about spending time with your loved ones and reminding them how much you love them. Who knew it would take me seeing my crush confess to another girl to realize that Valentine's is so much more than a day for couples? |

Publish Draft?

Yes | No

Draft Published

02 / 14 /20

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Arthur Morgan X Reader |Outlaws, all of them| Part 2

Part 1

I was fully expecting less than 10 of you to read part 1, let alone have multiple people like and reblog - I love you all, thank you so much.

Yes I know I only posted the first chapter yesterday, but I’m an obsessive and I’ve got at least 3 parts of this story pretty much planned in my head already so I’m desperate to get it written down. I hope y’all enjoy this part too :)

Tagging @0dobi0 ‘cause they kindly asked to be prodded when next part was up :)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, mild violence, swearing (in line with the game), fluff has been ramped up.

There will be some mild smut in the future, but we’re not there yet all you cowby lovers ;) The other gang members do pop up in this one, brief appearances by Sean, Hosea and John among others. Summary: Recovering in an Outlaw camp ain’t as bad as you would have expected....

Words: 3.5k (oops) ---- Arthur knew he’d pushed his horse too damn hard. But as he rode into camp, he was glad he did. The girl he held to his chest was still breathing, he could feel it. But he wasn’t sure for how much longer…. -----

The first thing you heard was birdsong, and the gentle crackle of a nearby fire. For a few brief moments, you felt peaceful; until the thundering pain in your hip quickly snapped you back to reality.

“Ah shit….” You tried to speak, but thanks to your dry throat all that emerged was a low groan. As you slowly opened your eyes, you became more aware of your surroundings. You were in sort of tent, raised up from the ground on a rudimentary camp bed.

“Good to have you back with us dear.”

The sudden voice, close by, snapped you to fully awake. Heart pounding, your hand went to your gun belt, only to find it wasn’t there.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.”

You breathed slowly, letting your head fall back to the bed, and forced yourself to turn it towards the source of the voice. There was an older man sat on a chair to your side, book in his lap; he was slight, and without meaning to, your first thought was that he looked easy to overpower. You shook your head to dismiss the thought; he was smiling at you, and what was he going to do? Read you to death?

You tried to speak, but again all that came from your mouth was a muffled groan.

“I’ll fetch you some water dear, just rest”.

The man stood up and walked away. You tried to lift your head to watch him and caught a glimpse of a fire and a handful of tables, but you were too weak and once again fell back against the bed. The man quickly returned, and gently propped your head up as he held a cup of water to your mouth. You took a few careful sips, grateful of his help; your mouth hadn’t felt this dry since you’d woken up in a jail cell after an excessively heavy night in a saloon in Blackwater.

“I assume you’re wondering where you are?”

As you lowered your head back down, you gave a brief nod. You thought hard, struggling to retrieve your recent memories. You had escaped from Valentine, that you were sure of; and if this was a bounty hunter camp, you sure as well wouldn’t be unshackled on a bed. You vaguely remembered some kind of fight, gunshots and pain; your hand went to your hip, and the pain that shot through you as your hand touched the bandage quickly reminded you that it was you that had got shot.

“Well my dear, you’ve ended up in our little camp. We’re….well, I’d say we’re a family, but others call us the Van der Linde gang.”

Van der Linde…. The name seemed familiar, perhaps you had seen it on some of the bounty posters you’d come across on your travels? Though you did admittedly make a point of avoiding the Sheriff's offices where they normally hung.

“My name is Hosea. And I believe you have already met Mr Morgan?”

Arthur. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back; the lone stranger, the sound of your knives entering flesh, that arm pinning you close. You took a deep breath in, and propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at the tall, wide man that now stood at the front of the makeshift tent.

“Arthur, sit here while I go inform Dutch that your mystery rescuer is awake”. Arthur nodded, taking a seat in Hosea’s place.

“You alright ma’am?” He had a strange look on his face, a mixture of concern and relief; you weren’t sure, but thought you probably had the same look. His face was bruised, with a black eye and cuts to his cheek; you could see his features a lot clearer now they weren’t streaked with blood. He had a few wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead; underneath his stubble, you could see numerous scars. He didn’t seem old, maybe 30, 35, but his skin and eyes denoted a hard life spent on the road.

“I think so” you finally managed to croak out. “Thanks to you”.

Arthur chuckled, and smiled. It was a kind smile, one that made the corners of his eyes wrinkle.

“That ain’t the way I remember it. I reckon it’s me that’s lucky you were around”.

You grinned back. “Yeh, I suppose it is; well at least we’re already even, you don’t owe me nothing thanks to bringing me here”. You meant it; after all, you were the one stupid enough to get involved in a fight that definitely didn’t concern you. Though, right now, you were fairly glad you had.

Arthur frowned slightly. “Now ma’am that’s not true; I’ll be owing you as long as ya see fit.”

Now this was new; a man, actively expressing that he owed you? You stared at him, waiting for him to laugh; you were surprised he’d even mentioned your part in the previous night’s events. Wait, you thought, was it even last night? Suddenly, you had a rush of questions.

“How long have I been here? Did my horse make it back? Where the hell is here exactly?”

Arthur smiled again as he stood up. You could sure get used to that smile, it felt calming.

“2 days, yes, and I ain’t tellin’ you that just yet” he chuckled. “Now rest while I go see if Pearson is done with the stew”.

You lay down again, already feeling exhausted just from the exertion of sitting up. Your heart had calmed, any panic had subsided; you closed your eyes, listening to the gentle murmur of conversations in the background.

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As Arthur walked over to the provisions wagon, a wave of relief washed over him, as he felt himself relax for the first time in 2 days. The other gang members barely even stopped to question who the hell this girl was as he pulled her off horse, shouting for help. He’d been shooed away by Mary Beth and Miss Grimshaw as they set to work. He’d tried his best to stop the bleeding as he rode back to camp, but with the pain in his head and the effort of keeping the girl on the horse he wasn’t sure how much he’d done. Abigail had led him away to the tables by the campfire and sat with him, cleaning his face, while he answered Dutch and Hosea’s questions. Dutch’s questions were bordering on the paranoid, and when Arthur finally swore and slammed his fist into the table, making Abigail jump, Hosea dragged Dutch away.

He’d insisted that the girl was put in his tent, and his back ached from sleeping on the floor next to the cot. He knew the others were making comments about him staying there, sitting and staring at the girl. He didn’t care, all he could focus on was willing her to wake up. That morning was the first time he’d left the unconscious girl’s side, and only because Dutch had insisted he take Tilly and Karen into town to refresh supplies. He’d argued with Dutch about it; he felt incredibly protective of this girl, and wasn’t entirely sure why.

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As the weeks passed, you spent more and more time helping around the camp where you could. It had been almost a week before Arthur had allowed you to properly leave the tent, and even then it was only because you’d convinced that young Irish lad to help you hobble over to one of the camp tables while Arthur was away. You’d insisted on helping the man you now knew to be Mr Pearson with chopping vegetables; if there was one thing you were good at, you joked, it was using a knife. Arthur had gotten slightly angry when he came back and saw you out and (barely) about, but a slight glare and wave of the knife had made him think twice about pushing the subject further.

Slowly but surely, the pain in your hip dulled, and you started to be able to limp a few metres unaided. As soon as you could, you’d convinced Arthur to get the bedroll and canvas off your saddle and got him to set you up a space of your own. He grumbled about it, but complied; he held his ground on its location however, and you’d therefore ended up right next to his tent, where he could see you. You were sure he watched you fall asleep some nights, but you didn’t really mind.

You’d spoken to Charles about your guilt for your brute of a horse; while you could just about sit on him again, with help, you were in no fit state to ride him anywhere. Charles kindly offered to take him out on a hunting trip, and after he realised that your horse happily carried two whole carcasses on his back, among other things, it became a regular thing.

And so camp life started becoming routine. It felt strange, being in one place for so long, around people that knew your name, made you laugh; you were starting to realise that maybe life could be a bit different. Your days were filled with camp chores; you were already fairly adept at skinning smaller animals, but appreciated Charles’ tips and guidance when it came to skinning deer and the like. In the evening, you sat around the campfire, drinking, laughing and singing; the majority of the time you sat next to Arthur, with whoever arrived first always making sure there was space for the other one next to them. Arthur had even made John move from a chair to the floor when the camp had been especially busy one evening; John had sworn at him, but as he saw you slowly limping over, he’d sighed, thrown his hands in the air in frustration and gone to sit next to Abigail. Towards the end of the evening, you’d inevitably find yourself leaning your head against Arthur’s shoulder. The first night you’d done it, you were so tired you barely knew what you were doing, and you froze when you realised; but Arthur had gently put his large arm around you, allowing you to relax into his side. It was warm, peaceful, and you’d found yourself looking forward to it every day he was around.

That day, by the time evening had rolled around, you were stressed. You’d almost dropped the stew thanks to your damn leg, and were growing frustrated with not being able to move around like you used to. You were sure you should be healed by now, but were still struggling to walk properly; you were starting to realise that your limp might be here to stay. At least the pain had subsided somewhat; it was still there though, and you were reminded every time you put a bit too much weight on that side. You were restocking the medicine wagon with the supplies some of the others had brought back from town when Miss Grimshaw approached you. She had an effect on you very few people did, even men; she made you feel uncomfortably nervous. You’d seen how she berated the others, even some of the men, for not pulling their weight or contributing to the camp fund.

“Good afternoon Miss (Y/N). I do hope you are being careful with those tonics; they’re not cheap you know.”

You breathed slowly, and nodded to her; you knew better than to swear or snap at Miss Grimshaw.

“Good. I will be discussing your contributions with Dutch later”.

As she walked away, you swore under your breath. “Shit.” You knew this day would come; while you kept yourself busy, you knew you were becoming a burden, and there was no space for someone like you in an outlaw gang. You bit your cheek, fighting the urge to launch a bottle of damn whiskey at the nearby tree and scream. Sighing to yourself, you continued with your chores, killing the time until you could relax around the campfire.

That evening, you settled on the log next to Arthur, his large hands on your waist helping to lower you down gently. You’d only just sat down when Hosea came over, carrying something.

“Here, my dear, this is for you. I asked Pearson to craft it.”

He passed the object over to you and you realised it was a cane. The top was adorned with a carefully carved fox head; while it wasn’t the fanciest cane you’d ever seen, it made you beam.

“Thank you Hosea! And thank you Mr Pearson. It’s fantastic.” You stood up, using your new cane to support yourself, and took a few steps around the fire.

“Ah now you’s can move around without having to cling to that old bastard” Sean chuckled, nodding towards Arthur. Arthur glowered at him as you laughed.

“And it’s perfect for smacking you round the back of the head when you get too much shite spilling from your gobby mouth Sean” you said, making the group chuckle. All except for Arthur; he was still frowning, and as you walked back over to the log, he stood up and walked over to Hosea in the entrance of his tent.

“Ah, while yer up, get us another bottle will ya (Y/N)!”

“Sure Sean” you answered, smiling.

Your short walk over to the crate of whiskey took you past the back of Hosea’s tent. Arthur and he appeared to be having a hushed argument; this was unusual, and you pretended to drop something so you could stay a brief moment to hear what they were saying.

“Why Hosea, why’d you give her a damn cane!”

You froze – you were just being nosy, you weren’t expecting to hear them arguing about you.

“Because she needs it Arthur!”

“She damn well doesn’t Hosea, and how’s she going to be able to help outside the camp with that thing at her side? She’s going to be hobbling around with it all the time and I sure as hell don’t want to see that!”

Shocked, you stumbled forwards and grabbed a whiskey before anyone questioned why you were taking so long. Your head was spinning; first Miss Grimshaw, now Arthur? You’d been letting him support you as you stood up and walked around the camp, but mostly because you liked the sly smile you were sure you saw when you put your arm around his waist. And, if you were honest with yourself, you were grateful for any excuse to touch him. You could get around the camp fine, albeit a bit slowly, while he wasn’t around. Obviously that had been a mistake, he too thought you were a burden, something you had not been expecting. You walked as fast as you could back to the others, not stopping to listen to the now quietened voices within the tent.

-------- “Arthur….”

“I know Hosea, I know.” Arthur sighed and put his head in his hands.

“It’s just… without it, I can forget she’s hurt. Now that cane is a reminder of what she did for me, and how it got her nearly killed. She didn’t even know me Hosea. That’s probably why she did it. Didn’t know I weren’t worth saving.”

“My dear boy… only she knows why she intervened. Let’s not forget she was going to rob you before the others turned up!”

Arthur allowed himself to smile slightly. While he’d liked seeing the girl safe in the camp, helping with the more mundane tasks of day-to-day camp life, every so often he was reminded of her past; the way she skillfully skinned a rabbit, Micah’s face when she slammed a throwing knife into the tree right next to his head from nearly 10m away when he’d got a bit too mouthy.

“Arthur, tomorrow, Dutch wants to talk to you about possibly moving camp. You need to speak to (Y/N) about if she’s staying on with us.”

Arthur shuffled his feet awkwardly; he’d been wanting to ask (Y/N) what her plans were for days, even weeks, but was scared about what her answer would be – not that he’d ever admit it to anyone. He nodded at Hosea, and turned to walk back to the fire, feeling his heart jump a bit when he saw the girl sat by the fire. His girl.

------- You sat by the fire, bottle in hand, barely listening to the chatter around you. “What the hell now?” you thought. You tried to reassure yourself that you were overreacting, you just needed to convince them tomorrow you could be more useful. Maybe you could donate some of your stash to the camp? That would surely buy you a few weeks grace until you could properly ride again. You barely noticed when Arthur sat down next to you; everyone knew better than to try and take a space either of you vacated now. Arthur paused, and gently rested his arm around your waist. You jumped up; or at least attempted to, half stumbling, falling on to your cane. Arthur quickly grabbed your arm, but you pulled away from him.

“I can manage.” You practically spit the words at Arthur, catching even yourself by surprise. Arthur looked surprised and glanced at Sean on the next log; Sean just shrugged and looked at away.

You sighed. “I’m turning in. Goodnight Mr Morgan.”

God you knew you could be sharp sometimes. But he deserved it, you thought; you’re a person, not a burden, and certainly not defined by your injury.

You’d barely sat down onto your bed roll when the unmistakeable shape of Arthur appeared at the end of your canvas.

“(Y/N)…..” His voice was soft, kind. But you were so angry at him.

“Arthur, whatever it is, it can wait till morning. Go back to the others.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, you knew your resolve would melt away if you did.

Arthur was taken aback, flustered by the continued anger directed at him. He thought he’d accidentally brushed your wound, or one of the others had said something, and was desperate to not have you angry.

“I…we…..Dutch says we’ve got to talk about you and moving on in the mornin’”.

“Fine. Again, goodnight Mr Morgan.”

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Arthur was in a foul mood now. He didn’t understand what he’d done, why she was suddenly angry at him. John must have said something to her about me, he thought to himself. He couldn’t believe how flustered he’d got, he barely managed to get a sentence out, and it was absolutely not what he was planning on saying. He knew well enough to leave people alone when they were in that state, so as much as he wanted to run back to her tent and hold her, to tell her how much he wanted her to stay, he didn’t. He sighed, grabbing a beer and sitting back down with the others.

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That was it, you thought. “Dutch says we’ve got to talk about you and moving on in the mornin’”. It didn’t get much clearer than that. You were internally fuming; you couldn’t believe that they’d kick you out so easily, what with all the talk of loyalty that was so frequently bandied around. Well, screw them. You’d be gone before they had the chance.

You waited until everyone had gone to bed. A quick glance over your shoulder revealed Arthur facing away from you, towards the wagon. As quietly as possible, you packed your handful of belongings into your bedroll, grabbed your cane and set off around the back of the tents towards your horse. You were going to regret leaving your canvas behind, you knew it, but taking it down would make too much noise.

You were grateful for the cane as you tried to push your horse to stand next to a nearby hay bale. If your leg didn’t get any better soon, you were definitely going to have to sell him. There’s no way you could spring up onto his back now. You tucked your cane into the saddle, and you’d just swung yourself up onto his back, grimacing at the pain in your hip, as John appeared out of the trees. Shit.

“(Y/N)?” John was confused, half asleep.

“John, for the love of god, be quiet” you whispered. You waved him over, and confused, he stumbled over to you.

“John, I’m leaving. It’s been made clear to me I’ve overstayed my welcome, and I’m leaving before I’m pushed.” You slipped a ring off your finger. “Give this to Dutch, along with my thanks to everyone.”

“Wait, (Y/N), that’s not true.”

“It is John. He doesn’t want to see me and… well this…” you said, motioning at your leg and cane with your hand, nodding towards Arthur’s tent.

“Goodbye John. And thank you.”

John opened his mouth again, but it was too late. With a kick that made you swear with pain, you spurred your horse out of camp and onto the plains. You were heading to the only place you knew you could properly hide and not be found – your stash, in a cave tucked away in the forest in the Grizzlies. You prayed the O’Driscolls had moved on. Once you were there, you’d be safe - you just had to get there first…..

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Because Purple, Ch. 25, pt. 1 - Fragile

Here is part 1 of chapter 25. i know it’s been wayyyyyy too long since I posted a new chapter (like...2 years...oops). To refresh your memory, you might want to check out the previous chapter here, or perhaps my Master List here.

Hope you like it!

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Chapter 25, pt. 1 - Fragile

I was having these dreams. It’s not that surprising, I guess, since similar waking thoughts had been creeping up on me, as well. They were always at an unspecified time in the future where Ed and I were together and very happy. We were living together - all of us - somewhere. We traveled together, but not always, and my dream-self knew that was ok. We were a family, and it was permanent, and so secure, and it felt right. But the dream fragments really rattled me when I was awake, because I was trying to force my mind away from those kinds of thoughts.

What was the point in getting my hopes up when he couldn’t possibly want to settle down with someone like me? That might sound melodramatic, and maybe it is, to a point. But there was something he didn’t know about me, and once he found out...I couldn’t see how we’d remain together happily-ever-after.

So my secret, along with some other things (our age gap, my parenting situation, his career, etc...), became distorted in my asshole, anxiety-riddled brain into these enormous obstacles that I believed could very well pull us apart. Maybe it was a subconscious, fucked-up way of trying to protect myself. I’d loved someone and married him and built a life and a family with him, and that was abruptly taken away. My entire world was destroyed, and my heart was completely stomped-upon and left in a million pieces when Jason died. It had only recently started to mend, but I was still so fragile. I didn’t know if I could recover if my heart were to break again. So, if I convinced myself that Ed and I weren’t meant to be a ‘forever’ kind of relationship, maybe then I wouldn’t completely shatter when it ended.

Except, it was too late for that. He’d already made his way into my heart and soul and showed me I could love again. He was everything, and I was terrified of losing everything, again.

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Friday, 19 February

We’d just returned to the hotel after a quick dinner out.

Our plan was to spend that last night together before he flew back home the following day. It had been a busy and amazing two weeks - he met my kids, we had a phenomenal trip to Mexican wine country, he won his first 2 Grammys, I met his family, friends, and some of his professional circle, we celebrated Valentine’s Day and his birthday…it was a lot, but it brought us even closer. Now that he was leaving, though, my heart was heavier and my relationship insecurities were starting to slip through in a big way.

Why am I like this?

I sat down at the small table just off the kitchenette, watching him as he flitted around the room searching for glasses. He was chatty, telling me all about his plans for the next month or so. He had some time set aside for writing with his friends, and then some studio time booked in London. He was really excited about a meeting he had scheduled with an architect and a general contractor to go over preliminary plans for a home-studio at his house in Framlingham. Hopefully, they’d be ready to submit them to the village for approval soon afterwards.

I normally love seeing him so animated like that - his enthusiasm is refreshing, and it’s usually contagious. But this time it made me feel uneasy. It was clear how much he loves his home. But it just gave my insecurities more reason to fester, because how could we really make this work if my family and I live here, and he’s planning ahead with customizations to his permanent home in the UK?

“What do you think about you and the kids coming for a visit the next time they’re on school holiday? Maybe in the spring? Even if it’s for less than a week…I’d really love for you to see my home.”

He smiled as he said it, and god, why did that hurt so much? Nothing had changed, really, but I was suddenly a basketcase.

“Oh, yeah, that would be great.” Even to my own ears I did not sound thrilled.

He stopped and looked at me, clueless as to what my problem was, obviously.

“I…thought it might be a lot of fun for everyone. Was I wrong?”

“No, no, you’re…you’re right. They’d - we’d - love it. Really.”

“Okay. I’m missing something here. You’re making it sound like a prison sentence rather than a visit. What’s going on?”

He set our drinks down at the table and seated himself across from me, a tense set to his posture.

“No,” I sighed. “I just…I hate that we live so far apart, and that the next time we see each other will probably be in a few months. It’s hard. And you being...you’re so excited about the changes you’re planning for your home, and I love that, but it makes me wonder...I mean, how do I fit into that...part of your life? We - the kids and I - we live here. It would probably be much easier for you if you were with someone who’s closer to home, or at least your own age who isn’t tied down with-”

“- Wait, what? Someone else, what the hell? We’ve already been through this. You know...we’ll make this work - ”

“ - I know, and I want that, too, but it seems...unfair to you that I have these other responsibilities. I’m not complaining about my family at all - I’d move the earth for them. But I wouldn’t blame you if you eventually, I don’t know...feel resentful about it.”

Although this really was a little bit of a concern I had, I was dancing around the actual reason I thought he might grow to resent me if we stayed together - the real reason I thought he might ultimately be happier with someone else. But I didn’t know how to tell him.

He stared at me as if I’d lost my damn mind. And maybe I had.

“You think…you realize you’re not the only person who has responsibilities, right? I might be younger, but I actually have a lot of responsibilities, too… people’s livelihoods depend on my success - I employ a lot of people. And I take care of my family, too. Maybe not exactly the same way that you do, but still. So I understand responsibilities. Yet you say you think that I’m going to leave you…because…I’m not more important than your kids? The fuck, Kate?”

“I…I know, I’m sorry. I just wonder if, in the long-run...you might be happier with someone else.”

“Goddamnit, where is this coming from? And you don’t get to decide what I want...what I want is you, and everything and everyone that comes with you. There is nothing to resent - I’d be concerned if you didn’t put your children first. I’d never want to be with you if you didn’t. And I love your family. I mean, I...I want that, to be honest - I want to be a part of that.”

“You wha - what does that mean?” No. no, no, he can’t be...

He took a breath before going on, his voice low, yet sure and steady. "I think about my future, and no matter what the situation is…You. Are. There. Lucy and Nate are there. Our children are there. We’re a family. I don’t know where - here, or back home, or both, I don’t really care…but I love you, Kate, and I want that with you.“

I had no words. Literally no words.

"I’m not…this isn’t a…proposal. I’m just telling you how I feel and what I want, since you seem to think...otherwise.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you want the same thing. You do, I know you do.”

And he was right, of course, even though I was trying really hard to sabotage it. I absolutely wanted that more than anything. But I didn’t say it, even though I could see him silently pleading with me. Instead, I tried to protect my heart from ever being broken again by convincing myself that it wouldn’t happen. And trying to convince him why it probably shouldn’t. I was doing a piss-poor job of it, though, since I still couldn’t bring myself to admit the real reason I was so afraid.

“I...don’t want you to ever regret being with me. You are young, and single, and successful…and you’re going to realize one day that you could do so much better than…me.”

He looked at me, completely bewildered, before going on. “I - I’m gonna say this one more time - please hear me. I. Want. It. All. With. You. I’m done being out there. It’s only you.”

“But, this is all still so new with us…we haven’t even had that conversation. You can’t just assume that-”

“So, let’s have it right now! I’m ready for it.” His mouth was set in a thin, straight line and his eyes were on me like a laser beam, waiting, challenging me, and rightfully so.

My head was spinning, my mind whirring, my heart swelling and breaking at the same time and I was panicking and felt detached. I wanted so badly for this conversation to be going in a very different direction, but I couldn’t bear to set myself up for that kind of hurt, again.

“What do you want, Kate? Not what do you think you deserve, but What. Do. You. Want?”

I shook my head, not willing to go there. “I don’t know.”

I’m such a liar.

“You don’t know.” He spit out a humorless laugh. “Really. Then what the fuck are we doing, here?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing! I love you but I feel like I’m falling apart right now and my fucking head is all over the place and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

He was angry, I was a wreck, we were both so emotional and it was too much. I wanted it all to just go away - to stop, and the only way I could think of making that happen was to remove myself from the situation.

“I can’t do this right now. I...I have to go.” I stood and grabbed my purse, coat, and overnight bag from the counter and started to make my way to the door, trying not to look at him. Avoidance was my game, but he jumped up and blocked my path, forcing himself into my line of sight.

“Wha-? Go where?” He looked completely baffled.

“I don’t know…home, I guess? Please just let me by.” I was talking in short, quick bursts, and my voice was very high-pitched - I didn’t sound like myself.

He didn’t move at first, and shook his head. “No. What’s happening, here? You can’t leave. We-we have to sort this…”

“I can’t, I just...I have to go, please.” I felt like I was ripping my own heart apart, along with his, but I was truly incapable of sorting out anything right then. I was overwhelmed and my fight-or-flight response was kicked into high gear - the flight part, at least. I knew I was being completely irrational, but I couldn’t help it.

God, he was so upset - I’d never seen him like that before, and it made my heart hurt, and I couldn’t do anything to fix it. He finally stepped away from the door, exaggeratedly gesturing for me to move along, then. Almost as if in slow-motion, I reached for the doorknob, warily meeting his eyes before pulling it open.

“Fine, then go. Are you even coming back tonight?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed the back of my fist to my mouth.

I let out a shaky breath before answering him. “I don’t…I don’t know, Ed.”

“I’m leaving in the morning…will we just not fix this before then?” He stood there completely broken - all because of me. I positively loathed myself at that moment.

The elevator door opened just then and I hurried across the hallway to it. I turned back to see him watching me from his doorway, defeated.

“I’m sorry.”

We were both crying as the door slid closed.

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evesbeve · 6 years

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Little Raindrops - Bruiseshipping (Jay x Cole) One-Shot (Valentine’s Week, Day Seven)

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Welp. This is the finale of my series of One-Shots for Valentine’s Week: Bruiseshipping! I am so excited to post this. I put so much effort into it and it is my favourite One-Shot I wrote for this challenge. I hope you guys like it!

Before we start, I want to say real quick that a part of this was inspired by @garmacondrai‘s headcanon of Cole loving the rain. So thank you for inspiring this one-shot, Bek ^^ The idea was born from your HC, I owe it to you!

Title: Little Raindrops

Pairing: Bruiseshipping (Jay x Cole)

Franchise: Ninjago

Summary: The rain had always helped Cole feel better. However, as a ghost, he was unable to go near his only comfort. He silently stared at it from inside, hoping his heart would stop begging for him to go out. It only took a fuzzy blanket, a warm hug and Jay's sweet smile.

Word count: 3,369

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It’s an endless circle. A case of repeating. When water evaporates, as everyone learnt from a young age, it turns into steam that goes into the air. It rises up high, and as it gets cold, it turns into clouds. And once air can’t hold anymore water, clouds get heavy, and millions of raindrops fall down on the earth, only to repeat the same process. It’s an endless circle, with a beautiful outcome, if you are willing to understand the cycle’s meaning. Some people feel the rain, while others only get wet.

Cole could do neither.

For as long as he could remember, he loved the rain. Ever since he was little, his father would take him out on walks while it rained. They’d play in the puddles and dance together. It was one of the only good childhood memories Cole had. Once his mother passed, his father became distant. He was so persistent, always forcing him to do things he was not interested in. It was as if Cole had lost both of his parents in one day.

The rain meant something to him. There wasn’t a rainy day that Cole hadn’t taken an advantage of. Whenever he’d feel as if he had too much on his chest, he’d sit under the open sky, letting the cold raindrops hit his body. That was, if he were lucky enough for there to be rain.

It really didn’t matter after he and his brothers paid a visit to the Temple of Airjitzu, however. As a ghost, the rain worked as the exact opossite of what it did before: Instead of helping him, it destroyed him. In a literal way. Not being able to touch water affected him in more ways than he had imagined. Obviously, he couldn’t drink it. He couldn’t have long bubble baths and he surely couldn’t train near Nya anymore. But, what hurt him most was that he couldn’t make contact with the rain from then on.

He tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter. The more days went by, however, the more stressful he got. Dealing with his new self, his new powers and feelings called for a way to deal with stress. But since he could no longer rely on food for that, as he was not able to get enough satisfaction from it as a ghost, and could not rely on the rain, he felt desperate.

As far as he could tell, Cole was an introvert. That took talking with someone about his emotions out of the list as well. He tried not to bother his teammates with his problems, causing a conflict to take place inside of him. More or less, he had created another endless cycle. Only that time, it was not a pleasant one.

Cole missed the feeling of the rain on him. He missed feeling his hair slowly getting wet, his clothes becoming soaked with water, and the contact his skin made with it. He was still greatful for being able to look at it though.

That night, he did just that. He made himself as comfortable as he could at the edge of the window and leaned his head against the thick glass. He watched as the rain hit Destiny’s Bounty and ran down the window. He wished nothing more but to go out there but he knew that was out of the question.

“Get a blanket, dum dum.” he jumped as he heard a voice behind him.

He turned around, only to see Jay in his pajamas with a fuzzy blanket in hand. “It’s three in the morning, Jay! Quiet down, you’ll wake the others up!” Cole yelled-whispered.

The boy internally facepalmed himself. “Oops?” he chuckled nervously. “S-Still, take it. It’s super chilly tonight.” he insisted, making his way closer to Cole.

“Ghosts don’t get cold, Jay.” Cole informed him and there was clearly a sign of sadness in his voice.

“O-Oh my…” Jay wanted the earth to shallow him. “Cole, I’m sorry, I’m such a jerk for not thinking about that, I’m so sorry, I should have considered that before I acted, if only I could think for once then it wouldn’t have led to this, now I probably made you feel even more terrible than before, I am the worst friend to ever-”

“T-The blankets may not be able to warm me up but they are still very comfortable!” Cole interrupted him, in an attempt to make him feel better. He couldn’t care less that he couldn’t feel the blankets at that point. All he wanted was to see his friend’s smile again. It broke his heart to see Jay overexaggerating like that, not to mention blaming himself for the situation.

“R-Right.” Jay took a deep breath. “Sorry, for this…” he pointed his gaze at the ground.

Cole tried to put on a smile. “Don’t worry about it.” He just hoped that it was enough to convince Jay that everything was fine.

“Okay.” Jay smiled back, sitting at the opossite side of the window’s edge. The moment his body made contact with it, a chill went up his spine. He didn’t realise it would have been that cold. “Here,” he handed Cole the blanket, hiding his discomfort. The last thing he wanted was to make Cole even more upset, by taking back what he had to offer. “Nice and cozy.”

Cole carefully placed the blanket on top of him. It was a blue, long and fluffy blanket, definitely one of the most comfortable ones in the ship. He burried half his face in it, relaxing as much as he could. It took a moment, but he soon realised to whom this banket belonged to. “Isn’t this your blanket?” he asked, feeling a tickling feeling in his cheeks.

“Yeah, why?” Jay asked.

The feeling became more intense. “... If it’s yours, why are you giving it to me?”

“Because it’s the best one we have, duh! Made by no other than my mom.” Jay smiled widely. “She gave it to me on my 10th birthday!”

Cole shook his head and chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

“Hey, my mom may be a bit insistent at times but you can’t doubt her sewing skills just like that!” the master of lightning joked.

The silliness Jay showed was one of the things Cole liked most about him. When he made careless jokes like that or when he stuck his tongue out at him playfully, it was all enough to make him drift away from reality. It was at that moment Cole found himself lost once more. Not in the rain, but in Jay.

Although the room was completely dark, with the only souce of light coming from outside - which was limited since the sky was covered with clouds - Cole could see Jay’s eyes shining as he took in the sight of the rain. It was as if everything Cole loved about the rain was being reflected in Jay’s eyes, causing it to spread all over him. And as he studied him like that, Cole noticed something else about Jay.

The boy was as cold as he could have been.

Without thinking much of it, Cole gently threw the blanket on top of Jay. The sudden warm feeling on his body took Jay by surprise. “Why are you-?”

“Jay, your whole body is shaking.”

“So? I brought this for you, it’s not fair for me to take it like that-”

“Don’t be silly. You’re going to catch a cold.” Cole scolded him. Jay looked at Cole with an apologetic look. “It’s okay, really.” he was quick to add. “I’d hate for you to get cold. Your health is more important than my satisfaction.”

Jay didn’t protest to that. For a moment, Cole thought he had persuaded him to keep the blanket. However, the moment he turned around to look outside the window once more, Jay launched himself between his legs, bringing the blanket with him and covering them both up. “Your emotional state is equally important.” he muttered and snuggled on his chest.

It was the first time ever since he had turned into a ghost that Cole felt warmth overfilling him. He couldn’t process what had just happened. When he went to look at the rain, he definitely didn’t expect to end up with Jay cuddling on his lap. Thousands of thoughts were spinning in his head. He tried his best not to romanticize the moment but it was helpless.

Cole wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He absolutely didn’t want Jay to think he had any ‘weird’ intentions. They were just friends, after all. ‘But what if the reason Jay did what he did is because he, too…’

His head and heart had overheated and were ready to blow up.

“You said that ghosts don’t get cold,” Jay mumbled. “but apparently they can heat up because you are very nice and cozy right now.”

That was it for Cole. That was where his ‘keep it together’ act fell apart. He wanted nothing more but to cover his face with his hands and cuddle into a ball to maintain his cool but he wasn’t able to. Instead, his overwhelming feelings came out in the form of a quiet squeal.

There was no reaction from Jay, at first. A few seconds later, however, the brunet bursted out laughing. “What was that about?”

“S-Shut up…” Cole mumbled. He sighed. “Just shut up, for a second…” Cole wrapped his arms around Jay, allowing him to snuggle on him more easily.

To Cole’s surprise, Jay didn’t try to joke around the situation any longer. “Okay.” was all he said, before he pulled himself closer to Cole, wrapping his arms around him as well.

He looked so tiny in comparison to Cole. The blanket was covering the entirety of Jay’s body, the only visible parts being his eyes and the top of his head. It seemed as if he couldn’t get more comfortable than that.

Same could be said for Cole. He couldn’t remember the last time he been this peaceful. He had been waiting for that moment for so long, and although he knew that they would probably never speak of it again after it was over, he didn’t care. At that moment, he felt better than he ever did in a long amount of time.

Jay, on the other hand, was unsure of how to feel. He had known of Cole’s crush on him. It was very obvious if you paid close attention to some things. When he first found out, he was heart-broken. He felt terrible that he was one of the reasons Cole suffered every day. But Jay couldn’t change his feelings. He was certain his heart beat for Nya.

But as time went by, and the more he thought about it, the more he started to question his own feelings. ‘Why am I feeling so sympathetic around him? Is it pity? It must be.’ He tried his best to believe his own words. It just didn’t make sense to him. He had known Nya and Cole for years. What he saw them as and his feelings couldn’t change just like that, could they?

Jay started wondering if the reason he found comfort in Cole was because he saw him as a replacement of Nya. But that didn’t sound right. How could his best friend be just a replacement? ‘What is he to me, then?’ he constantly asked himself.

Even after months went by, Jay could not determine whether what he felt was real or not. And at that night, he didn’t really know why he did what he did. He told himself it was because he didn’t want to see his best friend be upset. ‘If he likes me that way, then I could make him feel better, couldn’t I? It’s the right thing to do for him! I think…’ He knew, however, that was not the only reason he acted the way he did.

The silence between the two boys remained still. The only sound filling the room was the rain, dripping from the sky and hitting against the wooden floor. It didn’t seem like it would stop any time soon, but at that point, it did not really matter. The two of them were enjoying as much of the moment as they could, knowing it would not last for long. None of them dared to express their concern.

Having his head laid down on Cole’s chest, Jay had another relaxing sound dance in his ears. His heartbeat. If he were honest, he couldn’t decide whether it made him more anxious or calmed him down. On one hand, he was afraid. He was afraid of liking it. He was afraid of seeing - or rather, hearing - how much Cole cared. Jay knew Cole’s heart was beating for him, and that scared him the most.

Then again, his heartbeat was so steady. Jay had started to lose focus on the rain and focus on the beat instead. He counted the seconds, he felt the slight vibration each beat caused. In a way, he felt safe in Cole’s arms. It was the first time he experienced anything like that. The feeling was driving him crazy.

“Jay,” Cole whispered. “are you still awake?”

“Y-Yeah.” Jay jumped slightly in surprise. “A-Are you?” he asked and immediately realised how stupid his question was.

“No, I’m currently asleep, how come you asked?” Cole joked, and Jay could hear a smile in his voice.

“Then I guess you are missing out on these ‘little raindrops’, or however you want to call them.” Jay pouted, clearly embarassed.

Cole chuckled. “Little like your freckles.”

“Oh my god, shut up this instant.” Jay felt his cheeks starting to burn, so in order to cool them down, he buried his face in Cole’s chest even more.

“Says you, whose voice just went up at least five octaves.”

“Hey, you’re supposed to be the ‘singing and dancing’ one!” Jay tried to hide his nervousness behind a joke, like he usually did.

“Maybe.” Cole smiled, closing his eyes for a few seconds. “Say, Jay?”

“W-What?” Jay mumbled, still embarassed from before.

“Why did you… You know.” he took a deep breath. “Hug me? I guess? I can’t really make it sound less awkward than that, heh.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Cole,” Jay saw his words as an opportunity to strike back. “Why do you have a crush on me?”

“That does not have anything to do with-” Cole gasped. “Y-You know about that? I-I mean, wh-what crush? You’re so funny, Jay! Always joking a-and messing around! You make me laugh!”

“You done?”

Cole sighed deeply. “Yeah… Sorry, for this.” he mumbled. “I’m just… It’s complicated.”

“I’m listening.” Jay offered, pulled away from Cole and looked at him in the eyes. He quickly realised how weird that must have sounded. “I-If you want to talk about it, of course. I know this might be weird for you, since it’s me who you’re talking about and all.”

“It’s okay.” Cole sighed once more. “It was… A matter of time, anyway.”

Jay nodded. “Go on.”

“I don’t know when exactly I started to feel that way.” he started. “I know it was after we made up in the tournament of elements. I was so happy we were on good terms after all this time, you know? I was upset to find out that the excitement of our friendship died out. Not because I didn’t want us to be friends, but because it… It changed into something else, Jay. And I don’t know why.”

“Hey,” Jay put his hand on top of Cole’s. “I-It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“You… Don’t think I’m weird?” Cole shyly asked.

Jay shook his head. “Of course not! It’s not something you can control, after all. When I was head over heels for Nya, it wasn’t something I chose. It just… Happened. Just like what’s happening to you now. So no, I don’t think you’re weird, Cole. You’re my best friend.” he smiled kindly at him.

Nodding, Cole smiled back. “Thanks, Jay. I’m glad you understand.”

“No pro-”

“Wait.” the earth ninja interrupted his friend.

“What’s up?”

“Before, you said ‘When I was head over heels for Nya’, right?”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, why?”

“What do you mean ‘when you were’ head over heels for her?”

“Oh!” Jay exclaimed.“N-Nothing! I-It meant nothing!”

Cole shook his head, clearly not convinced. “You’ve always been a terrible liar, you know? You may be able to hide things from Kai or Zane, but not from me.”

The boy beside him scratched the back of his head. “W-Well,” he chuckled nervously, looking down. “L-Let’s just say th-that… You’re really gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

“What is it?”

“Imayormaynotlikeyoutoo?” Jay blurted as fast as he could.

“What?” Cole tilted his head. “Slow down, motor mouth. Not everyone is lightning fast as you, you kn-”

“I. Like. You.” Once the words escaped Jay’s mouth, he looked outside the window to avoid Cole’s gaze. “There, I said it. Happy?”

Cole didn’t know what to say. He stood still, trying to process the new information he had just obtained. Jay Walker, his best friend, and long-time crush, had just admitted to have a crush on him too. Cole could feel his heart starting to beat faster and that warmth he so much loved came back, overfilling him with joy.

“Y-You serious right now?” Cole needed Jay to confirm it once more. He just couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, I’m serious, now please, stop mentioning it, it’s embarassing!” Jay pouted.

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to ask me about my feelings but when I do it it’s not?” Cole joked, smirking. “Gotcha!”

“Cole!”

“Whaaat?” he pretended to be upset. “I’m just saying the truth.”

“Stop!”

“Fine, fine. But just so you know…” Cole grinned. “You are very adorable when you are embarassed like that.”

Jay felt his soul leave his body. “Cole!” he playfully punched him. He failed to hold back his smile, revealing his delight.

“So you are enjoying this.” the ghost snickered. “A-dorable!” he added, still joking.

“This was supposed to be a relaxing night, I wasn’t planning on confessing any feelings tonight.” Jay mumbled. “But… At the end of the day, I’m… I’m glad I did.”

Jay looked up at Cole, deep into his green eyes. Although he couldn’t see himself, he could tell his reaction was probably similar to Cole’s. Shy gaze, flushed cheeks, dork smile. It was just like them.

Cole cleared his throat, breaking eye contact. “S-So… What now?”

“Well shit, Cole, I don’t know.” Jay bit his lip. “What… What should we do?”

“You’re the relationship expertise here.”

“My last relationship failed because you stepped in.” Jay reminded him.

“To be fair, it wasn’t my fault that Nya-”

“I meant,” Jay interrupted. “For making me fall for you instead.”

Cole couldn’t believe how sweet Jay was. His words were tickling Cole’s ears, finding their way inside of his body and wrapping his heart into a tight embrace. His heartbeat picked up, leaving Cole speechless. If he was able to cry, he would. But as a ghost, that was impossible.

“Too soon?” Jay asked, giggling nervously. “Sorry-”

“Just stop apologising and give me a hug.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Jay leaned in, wrapping his arms around his ghost friend - or whatever he was to him at that point. Cole returned the hug, pulling him closer to him protectively. It was not the first time they had hugged that night, but at that moment, the hug meant much more to both of them. It was a way of expressing their admiration for one another.

Since they were sitting down, they were not able to hug for long. However, Jay made sure to return to his original position, resting his head on Cole’s chest.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Cole quitely asked as he covered them up with the blanket again.

“I don’t know.” Jay admitted, closing his eyes and making himself comfortable. “But I don’t care either. I’m just glad that… You know.”

“We’re together?” Cole suggested.

“Yeah.” Jay smiled. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

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thelittlegirlinwonderland · 6 years

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Teach Me Something New

Fandom: Young Justice

Couple: Traught, Dick and Artemis

Word Count: 2,507

Summary: The only way Robin can win his crush's heart is by learning archery. He just needs a teacher.

I wrote this for Valentine’s day and realized that I never posted it on tumblr. Oops.

“You want me to what?” The question fell past Artemis’ lips in slight confusion as she worked on one of her arrows.

“I want you to teach me archery,” Robin repeated his request, bouncing from one foot to the other. She looked up at him, eyebrows scrunching together.

“Why?” She asked. Simple question, really. Why does the boy wonder want her skill?

“It is a skill I don’t have and I want to correct that.” She almost believed him, if it weren’t for the fact that she knew this kid. Robin was her best friend after all, and she could just tell that wasn’t the truth. Not the full truth, anyways.

“Mhm.” She looked at him pointedly, raising an eyebrow. The boy’s shoulders slumped down as he turned his head to the side.

“Fine. I want to impress this girl who goes to my school,” Robin admitted almost shyly causing Artemis to squeal with delight.

“Oooh! You have a crush! That’s adorable, but learning archery just to impress her? Why don’t you just tell her that you like her?” Placing her arrow on the ground next to her, Artemis stood up. Her friend liked someone, she couldn’t help but think that was adorable.

“Trust me, I have tried everything. She just sees me as a little kid.” Eyes downcast as he sighed, upset with the revelation.

“Well, you kinda are, dork.” Artemis gave a smile, ruffling his hair like she always does.

“I am going to be 15 next month!” He snapped, swatting her hand away from his head.

“Wait, seriously? When did you start growing up?” Robin groaned, clearly annoyed and used to those words. Artemis stared at the boy in front of her in shock. How had she not noticed how much he was growing? Hell, he was an inch taller than her. When had that happened?

“Well, it has been slowly happening since the day I was born. That’s how life works, Mis.” She wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not with his snippy response, but she assumes he is pretty exasperated with people treating him like a child.

“Right, sorry. Rob, just tell the girl how you feel. Tomorrow is Valentine’s day, you might be surprised.” Her apology was a bit half-hearted as she focused back on the matter of Robin’s crush. Today was the 13th of February, which meant he could confess his affections just in time for Valentine’s. That would be super cute and romantic.

“I don’t know.” The kid was hesitant, poor guy was so nervous. He must really like this girl, Artemis surmised. A metaphorical light bulb lit up in her head, giving her an idea.

“Why don’t you practise on me? Say to me what you would say to her.” It was a good plan, she had seen it work before. It gave Wally the courage to finally ask Zatanna out, and get a yes in return. It worked with Megan back when she had a crush on Conner. It will definitely work for Robin, the kid was braver than anyone else she knew.

“Alright,” he agreed, looking up to meet her eyes. She couldn’t see his baby blues from behind his mask, but she knew they were there. He reached up, placing a hand on her shoulder and took a deep breath. “I really like you. A lot, actually, and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me.” His entire face flushed red, even the tips of his ears, as he spoke. So cute, so nervous.

“See how easy that was? Now just go tell her.” Artemis didn’t catch the way Robin’s face fell in defeat. She did, however, see how disappointed he looked. Briefly, she wondered why.

“No, that won’t work. Can we do it my way?” The black haired boy set a look of determination to cover up how upset he was. Artemis gave a nod.

“Alright, fine. I’ll teach you archery. It is just for tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. A Valentine’s gift of sorts.” Scratching the back of his neck, Robin nodded. Artemis became curious as to what kind of Valentine’s gift/confession the boy was planning. She’d find out later, though, after hounding the teenage vigilante for every little detail of what happened.

“Let’s go then.” Artemis motioned the boy to follow as she lead them to a practise area before walking away. He stood awkwardly where she left him, several feet from the targets, waiting. She came back with a spare bow(she wasn’t just going to let him borrow hers) and regular old arrows. Perfect for learning.

Robin took the bow from Artemis’ offering hand and balanced it lightly in his left hand. He was ambidextrous, so it didn’t matter which hand her shot with. Both were his dominant hand. Artemis watched the teen get used to the feel of the new tool. He drew the string back a couple times, trying to not look so uncomfortable.

“I think I’m ready.” He announced after several minutes of testing. Artemis handed him an arrow and stepped up behind him.

“Grip the bow here,” guiding his left hand to the proper placement, her right hand helped him load the arrow. “Like that. Once have the arrow in place, your right hand will go here.”

Still helping him hold the bow with one hand, her other grabbed his right hand. She maneuvered his fingers around the string and the end of the arrow. Once in the right place, the two drew back in perfect harmony. As though they were one person, they released the arrow and let it fly towards the target. It missed the bullseye by a couple inches.

“That was a good first try. Let’s fix your posture before we go again, though.” Artemis grabbed his waist, gently twisting it, ignoring the small squeak that emitted from her partner. She adjusted his stance, moving one leg back. Facing the other leg towards the target. Rotating his back and shoulders. As soon as she positioned him properly, she resumed her place behind him.

“Try to relax, Robin. You are way too tense.” Her lips whispered into his ear softly. Her left hand was no longer needed to help him hold the bow, so she rested it on his bicep. The muscles underneath her fingers were so stiff. In fact, his entire body was. His back, which pressed up against her front, was so rigid she couldn’t believe he was an acrobat. Aren’t they supposed to be looser? “It’s like you are a rock. Just let go.”

His body relaxed against hers, at her words. She released his bicep, settling for resting her hand on his hip as the tips of his ears flushed a bright red. Once again, she helped him draw back the bow and release the arrow. This time, it hit the center of the target. Together, they shot a few more arrows, moving together in complete sync.

“You are doing great. Why don’t I go get those arrows, and you try it by yourself?” As soon as she stepped away from him, she found herself missing the heat. That, and the way his body felt against her own. Pausing in her walk to the target, Artemis blinked a couple times and shook her head, trying to remove the thought. She grabbed the arrows and returned them to Robin.

Her eyes traced over his form, for posture obviously. No other reason. She certainly wasn’t ogling the way his muscles flexed as he pulled back the string. That was not the case at all, she was just making sure he was doing it properly without her guiding him through it. And, maybe, the way his nose scrunched up in concentration was cute. Okay, it was totally adorable how focused he was. Who was she kidding? She was definitely checking him out. The way he moved, how absorbed he was in what he was doing, it was all so beautiful. She was almost jealous of whoever he was learning her craft for.

Wait, no. Bad Artemis. Shaking her head once again to clear her mind of those thoughts. Sure she always admired Robin. Who didn’t? The kid was younger than everyone else(spare Captain Marvel) and was easily one of the most talented people to exist. But she was not jealous of his crush. That would mean that she liked him in a less than platonic way and that was not okay. Not okay at all.

She watched him for hours, even though it only felt like several minutes. She gave a comment here and a correction there. She was his teacher, after all, she couldn’t just stare at him. Which she wasn’t, to begin with. That would be ridiculous. Eventually, he decided he was good enough for whatever he had planned and thanked her for the lessons. She really didn’t feel like she did any work, but she took it anyways. It felt like the polite thing to do, and she wasn’t entirely paying attention. In fact, she probably couldn’t have left the room faster once he said he was done.

xXx

The next day at school, Artemis made it all the way to lunch without running into Dick and whoever his valentine was. She wasn’t jealous or anything. She really wasn’t. In fact, she was more than a little curious as to who in their school had caught her friend’s attention. He never seemed interested in pursuing a romantic relationship.

She sat outside under her favourite tree, enjoying the chill February air of Gotham while everyone else was inside. Artemis found that she could be outside no matter the weather. Rain, snow, hot, cold. As long as it wasn’t a life-threatening storm, she spent her lunch period beneath the tree.

Her phone buzzed with various valentine’s texts from her friends as she unwrapped her sandwich. Everyone inside the school was probably comparing gifts and bragging about all the expensive things they received. It was the same every year, and every year she avoided all of it. Except for the candy grams. She couldn’t hide from those, they came right into the classroom and handed them out. She always got one from Barbara and one from Dick. No more, no less. This holiday was predictable as always.

Picking apart her sandwich, instead of actually eating it, Artemis sighed. The temperature outside was just cold enough to allow her to see her own breath. She placed her lunch on top of the wrapper and leaned her head against the tree. She closed her eyes for a second, just relaxing. A stream of air passed her cheek and a dull thud snapped her attention back from the peaceful place her mind was headed. She turned her head to the side to see what made the noise.

A couple inches from her nose, an arrow was lodged in the tree. She blinked twice, staring at the object before reaching forward and yanking it out of the bark. Wrapped around the shaft was a piece of paper and a single red rose. A white ribbon was tied around both, holding the note and flower in place. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Artemis tugged on the ribbon, releasing the flower. She placed it on her lap and unrolled the piece of paper and began to read.

Artemis,

I have thought long and hard about what I want to write in this letter. For everything I’ve come up with, nothing was right. You are my best friend and I am terrified that what I feel for you will be the end of this amazing relationship we share. If I am lucky, you care for me the way I care for you. If I am not . . . well, sometimes you just have to take the jump without thinking of the fall. You know I am quite good at that.

I have tried many times to get you to become aware of these feelings I cater for you, though I have been unsuccessful every time. I hope that by telling you outright how I feel, there will be no confusion.

I am aware that you will find it difficult to believe me, but I am in love with you. That is right. I, Dick Grayson, am in love with you, Artemis Crock. You make me feel like an ordinary person despite the world telling me that I am not. You keep me grounded while allowing me to fly. You are my best friend and I am glad that you are in my life.

I have never felt like this before. You know me, I am not good at letting people in. I don’t know how to just pour my feelings out for you. I want to tell you exactly how I feel; how you make me feel. I want to find the perfect words to make you realise how important you are and how much I need you. Words that are heartfelt and amazing. When I look at you, the only words that come to mind are the same; I love you.

Dick

Artemis stared in shock at the letter in her hands as tears pooled in her eyes. She was his crush! He was in love with her! She couldn’t believe it. How had she missed the signs? She twirled the rose stem between two fingers as she looked up to see Dick walking up to her. She pulled herself to her feet and met him halfway.

“I shot the arrow from the roof. I may have been learning archery for a little longer than one day.” He pointed to the area of the school where he had come from. He smiled shyly as he pulled out a gift bag with his spare hand.

“I’m the girl you wanted to impress?” She whispered, taking the bag from him and placing it to the side on the ground.

“Yeah. I thought I was being obvious, but. . .” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I ran out of ideas on how to tell you and I didn’t know how you were going to respond. I still don’t know how you are going to respond. It’s totally cool if you don’t feel the same, I wou-”

Artemis cut his rambling off, grabbing each side of his school blazer and pulling him into a kiss. He froze for a second before kissing back. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her body closer as her arms wrapped around his neck. They stayed in each other’s embrace though their lips parted. He gently rested his forehead against hers and smiled, going in for another kiss.

“Does this mean you like me back?” He murmured against her lips.

“I like you back, dork.” She responded, capturing his mouth a third time.

So maybe she was in love with her best friend. It was by far the greatest thing she had ever decided on. He loved her back and she could taste it in the smile on his lips.

#livvywrites #livvysprompts #fanfiction #young justice #traught #dick and artemis #robin and artemis #dick grayson #artemis #archery #lessons #fluff #love confession #love letter #first kiss #valentines day

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the5sosdumpster · 6 years

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(1/6 - I got carried away) More evidence that Luke and S’s relationship is PR is it seems dodgy for it to come out now and they were first seen holding hands in public on YB’s original release date (they wouldn’t have been able to change the contract date when they changed the release date I’ll mention more later on) S’s trying to start up her music again (I think idk lmao she’s not even got a stage name smh) and he’s been saying he’s single for months and months, so it’s just not adding up.

2/6 He RTed on Valentine’s Day “does anyone even care about being single on Valentine’s Day anymore?” So it’s just a bit meh 👀👀 idk I’m getting fake as fuck vibes from it. @SierraTheory is fricking hilarious rn though the amount of PR evidence they have (like the fact Lu and Si are being followed around by JustJared who’s notorious for reporting PR relationships and has ties to Modest! Management, or that Luke looks dead behind the eyes when he’s with her oops I said it)

3/6 the BBC interview everyone’s freaking about - they accidentally mixed up Luke and Michael’s name bc Crystal posted about being in Malibu on Valentines. Additionally, we only were told Luke had been working on something on YB’s release date, which is sketchy when he’d been religiously denying he was in a relationship for months and months. Remember when Ashton tweeted that not everything is as it may seem on the outside?

4/6 or 7 Ash is known to be super shady, he hates PR relationships, and he knows Luke does too. Everything that they’ve said that alludes to the fact not everything you see is true that’s led up to this Lierra bullshit has been the boys hinting that Lierra is a fake PR stunt. I, however, think Sierra does have a thing for Luke, hence why she’s been bragging for months on end. Luke looks lost recently, he knows he’s lying to fans about his relationship status, he knows his relationship isn’t real

5/6/7 but he’s stuck because Modest! Management has him in an NDA with Sierra to keep this stunt. I truly believe this whole PR thing is inhibiting Luke’s ability to grow, and ultimately move on from Arzaylea. Furthermore, Ashton faded away from promoting Sierra’s new music, as you mentioned in your PR post (which was extremely well explained may I add, well done!!) but suddenly, here he is again, liking and commenting on her Instagram in the week youngblood was released?

6/6/7 Luke’s not ready to be placed into this bullshit situation, he’s not healed, and all of the boys know that, I really believe they’re going to try and end this as quickly as they can, but keep the NDA (hence the hints of not full on saying it’s PR) but Sierra keeps fucking up the stunt - she announced she was in a relationship earlier than she was meant to (she announced it Wednesday/Thursday, however, I believe the stunt was due to start the 22nd which was the Friday.) if there was a contract (which there will be in a PR relationship, there always is) it will have a start date and then an end date - she outed it before the start date therefore violating the contract for the first time. She’ll keep messing it up. 🙄🙄

I completely agree with you anon! this is very well said (ty for the complement on my post). I meant to mention the photographer more in my post but I forgot (it was like 3am when I finished it smh) so I will be adding/editing today. Overall, I think you’re right though and you make some really good points as to Luke’s healing process as well.

#a long but worth while read!#jenny replies #anon #anonymous #sierra theory

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justmickeyfornow · 6 years

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I just read your valentine one shot and your are natural at writing ✍️ Can you do another one where Kara is surprised because Lena doesn’t have a Netflix account and Lena been Lena buy Netflix the next day

Glad you liked the Valentines one-shot! It was super fun to write even though fluff is definitely not my area of expertise. I usually would much rather dabble in angst and heartbreak if I say so myself. This was also really fun to write, I wanted to make it a bit longer but the longer I write for this, the more I’ll be ignoring PI (Hello, my procrastinating ass -_-)

Also, credit to this prompt goes to @karalovesallthegirls (if I’m not mistaken) for this post that they made a while back. Hope you don’t mind I kinda played around with it a bit.

“Ms. Luthor, this isn’t something you can just… Buy out of the blue.”

“I suggest you don’t tell me what I can or cannot buy. Get me whoever owns the company at the moment on the phone or so help me God I’ll find someone who can.”

Lena slammed the phone down on yet another board member who was stupid enough to question yet another one of her investments.

“Isn’t something I can buy,” she mumbled to herself before scoffing, “I can buy whatever the hell it is I want.”

So there has been a list.

A list of investments that Lena isn’t exactly proud of. Investments that had absolutely nothing to do with L-Corp whatsoever. A list of investments that Lena wouldn’t have even considered prior to a certain blonde walking into her life.

Over the course of her friendship with Kara Danvers, Lena had bought various donut shops for the sake of them rethinking their rash decision of discontinuing one of Kara’s favorite donut types.

Who do they think they are? Discontinuing THAT donut type and putting a pout on Kara’s face where there should only ever be a smile!

That same pout resulted in Lena’s decision of buying 13 - or was it 16? - chinese restaurants within the vicinity of Kara Danvers’ usual route. Her only demand as their new boss was to open until midnight and serve potstickers at any given time of the day.

This was all a result of Kara one day saying “Awww It’s past 9 and that Chinese place I told you about is probably closed by now” . And of course there was that domineering, mind controlling and oh so fascinating pout.

And that was it for Lena.

The next thing she knew she was buying not one, not two, but all the Chinese places within the area and demanding they stay open - with an exceptional raise of course - as well as serve potstickers on their breakfast, lunch, and dinner menus.

The list continues with various restaurants bought, specific donut types doubled, flower shops purchased, and a few random investments that Lena couldn’t even begin to remember.

And now, here she was again. Buying Netflix. Because Kara Danvers used that pout when she found out that Lena didn’t own Netflix.

“What do you mean Bruce Wayne has already made an offer on it?” Lena’s patience was running thin. She had a million other things she needed to do but she still pushed this to the top of her list because well…A crush is a crush and she can’t help herself. “Well how much is he offering? Anything more than any other offer? Is that what he said?”

Bruce Wayne and his cocky way of conducting business.

Lena pressed the intercom on her phone, “Get me Bruce Wayne on the phone now please,” she ordered, exasperated.

She sighed and clicked her pen repeatedly, “Bruce Wayne. Why on Earth would that man need…” she muttered under her breath before her assistant’s voice sounded over the intercom.

“Bruce Wayne on the line for you Ms. Luthor.”

Lena picked up the phone a little too quickly, “Bruce,” she greeted rather hurriedly.

“Lena,” he greeted back politely, completely unaware of the clicking pen in Lena’s hand, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. How’ve…”

“Bruce I’d really love to catch up but this is more of a favor kind of call.”

That seemed to surprise Bruce, but he composed himself quickly, “Alright. What do you need?”

“I want to buy Netflix,” Lena blurted out. She didn’t have time to waste on pleasantries.

There was a long silence on the other line and then, “Oh.”

“You have an offer on it.”

Lena could almost sense a hint of nervousness coming from Bruce’s voice coming from the other end of the line, “Umm yeah I do.”

“I really need to buy the company, Bruce. And I’m sure Wayne Industries doesn’t truly need an entertainment company to add to its…”

“Lena, you know I’d love nothing more than to help. But this…” Bruce seemed reluctant.

“But you don’t need this.”

“Neither does L-Corp. Aren’t you all about curing cancer and matter reconfiguration?” He retorted.

“Yes, but…” Lena was finding it harder to keep the real reason she needed the company at bay, “Well what do you need the company for anyway?”

“I umm well it’s a really good investment and it makes good money for my company.” Bruce replied.

Lena sighed, “Ok fine. I’m buying the company because someone I have a tremendously ridiculous crush on asked me to.”

Bruce was silent for a few seconds, “I see.”

“It’s quite embarrassing I know. I never have crushes. I haven’t the slightest clue as to where this one had shown up from. But it somehow did, and this crush has more than once been somewhat of a…

“I’m buying Netflix because of someone I like too,” Bruce suddenly blurted out.

Well, that was unexpected.

“Oh,” she found herself simply saying.

Just then, the image of her infatuation walked into her office being all bubbly smiles and beautiful sunshine. Lena waved for Kara to come in. Bruce was explaining how ‘like’ was such a strong word and that he much rather call it something far less serious.

“Bruce,” Lena hissed into the phone, resulting in him shutting up, “Listen I really need this. I really think this is my shot at finally getting the girl. Look I promise i’ll help you with your thing if you do this one thing for me. I gotta go, now. Bye.”

And with that she hung up and looked up at Kara who was still smiling like she had just gotten a puppy.

“Kara!” Lena got up from behind her desk to do the thing she thinks way too much about. Hugging Kara Danvers.

“Lena,” Kara wrapped her arms around her shoulders, the embrace tugging on Lena’s heartstrings. “You didn’t have to end your phone call on my account. I could’ve waited.”

“Nonsense. I was finished with that call anyway.”

They both went on there usual routine of sitting on the couch and passing lunch orders between them.

Lena cleared her throat before speaking, “I was just getting Netflix actually,” she mentioned casually.

Kara’s head perched up, looking at her, “Oh, really? That’s great! This is huge!”

“It is. I mean it sure costs as much.”

Kara laughed as though Lena had just made the funniest joke, and Lena was too shocked and embarrassed to ask what was funny, not to mention she was a tad bit proud of herself for making Kara laugh in a heartfelt manner. She was not about to put a stop to it by asking what exactly was funny. She found herself adding in her own small laugh into the mix.

“But it’s worth it I promise,” Kara finally said.

Lena looked at her longingly, “I sure hope so,”

“You know what’s sad, though?”

Lena dug her fork into her salad, her focus on catching that small piece of tomato, “What?”

“Netflix doesn’t have all the Disney movies out there.”

The CEO’s head suddenly snapped up at the sound of Kara’s pout, “Oh? It doesn’t?” and surely enough there it was: the famous pout that tore at Lena’s heart.

“Mhmm. There are so many good ones that aren’t on Netflix,” Kara nodded, taking another bite out of her own plate.

“And that… umm that saddens you?” Lena’s hand on its own accord began slowly sliding towards her phone on the sofa beside her.

“It does,” Kara replied, completely unaware of Lena’s thumb typing on her phone, “I mean you can’t have a movie marathon with only some of the Disney movies, now can you?” she shrugged.

“No, you absolutely cannot,” Lena said distractedly, most of her attention on the words she was typing on her phone.

Jess, get me whoever is in charge of Disney movies on the phone after my lunch break with Ms. Danvers.

Satisfied with the message, Lena focused back on finding out more about how to erase that pout off of Kara’s beautiful face, “And what… umm what else isn’t on Netflix that you would want added to the company?”

Kara gave her a look that Lena had absolutely no clue what it meant, but she said nothing and instead looked up in thought, her fork hovering in the air, “Well, definitely that show Merlin. I heard it’s really good. It’s got dragons and stuff. And a really really pretty princess that turns evil.” Kara suddenly clasped her hand on her mouth, “Oops, I just ruined it for you!”

Lena smiled at Kara, “A pretty princess that turns evil, hmm? Sounds intriguing to be honest,” she commented, taking a slight peak at where her thumb was typing at her phone.

Also, Merlin.

“That’s what Alex said. I still haven’t watched it.”

Lena felt her phone vibrate at the reply coming from her assistant.

Merlin who?

“Anything else?” Lena arched a brow, her face showing none of the frustration she was feeling at her assistant not understanding immediately what she wanted. Her thumb skillfully typed away quickly at the screen while her eyes never left Kara’s.

Get me Merlin on the phone. The show. Something about a pretty princess turning evil.

Kara chuckled after taking a sip of her juice, “I don’t know. There are plenty of things that aren’t on Netflix that I wish were there. I would just bore you with endless…”

“Oh no, please. I’d like nothing more than…” Lena felt another vibration from her phone and smiled when she read Jess’ text.

I’ll… look into it Ms. Luthor.

“So, tell me more about this pretty princess that you seem to really like,” Lena said.

I might complete it later on with Kara’s reaction, who knows!

#supercorp one shot #one-shot #supercorp #lena buys netflix #lena just loves buying things for kara #just leave her alone okm #she's desperate for affection and she doesn't know how to ask for itk #ask #anon #netflix #lena luthor #bruce wayne

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ponyguru · 6 years

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I thought I’d post some in-process pictures of my latest custom, Star Sign, because I get curious about the process behind custom projects!

The idea for a Valentine’s Day galaxy came on suddenly, but not out of the blue; I made a galaxy pony before which turned out a billion times better than I had hoped, and I made a Valentine’s pony last year who also turned out really nicely! I finish customs usually only when I’m under a deadline (self imposed or not), and Valentine’s Day seemed like a good deadline as any!

This poor girl was covered in almost every kind of mark a pony can have; age dots from the plastic breaking down, mildew/mold spots (with the characteristic dark center), strange brown banding on the inside of her legs (more mildew I suspect, but likely from contact with something), bright pink saddle sores I almost missed until i took off her paint, AND a dark ring of rust/mildew damage around her tail! She had lots of little dots hiding, like the one behind her ear and under her mane! Luckily, the random dots meant I had lots of places to splash her with some fancy new galaxy paint!

I started off by covering each dot in white paint, so I’d know what areas I needed to cover! She rapidly became a pinto pony.

Finding a hair blend I liked was kind of a nightmare, because I was spoiled for choice! I don’t rehair often, so my hair stash has gotten a bit bloated. I asked my pals for their opinions on a couple of color combos (see the first three), and my bud @oak23 sent me this picture of a beautiful galaxy-themed dye job! I didn’t have exactly those colors, but I pulled some similar ones I liked together, which was tricky. Why? Because self-imposed restrictions for no reason, that’s why!! The main struggle for me became A) making sure she didn’t look “like Bowtie” and B) making sure she wasn’t a clone of my first galaxy custom’s hair blend, while also C) not being a strictly monochrome pony. I love monochromes (and Majesty will likely be monochrome!) but I wanted to try and push myself!

Because I don’t do full-body repaints on my ponies, one of my concerns is that I worry that they’ll look too much like the source pony I made them from. So for Star Sign, even though I strongly wanted an all-pink monochrome, I knew that every time I looked at her I would see Bowtie II, no matter how different her symbol and design were! So being able to put a lot of other colors into the hair, while still keeping the theme of the pastel-pinky Valentine’s Day pony, was really rewarding. (I did accidentally end up finding a blue that matches her body almost exactly by accident, though!)

I decided on definitely making a Valentine’s pony near the mid/end of January, so that meant I only had a matter of weeks to finish her! Having the hair on hand helped, so I whipped out a rehair in a 6-hour marathon session!! This is much faster than I used to be; I’ve started melting the ends of my plugs instead of knotting them, it’s a game-changer! Then she sat for several days, and got painted in another marathon session! (Luckily this works pretty well for galaxies!) I decided against repainting her eyes (which saved a lot of time!) because I really liked the dark purple with the rest of her, and I liked them even more when I gave them a pastel-pink overlay... which I scuffed right before her very first photoshoot. OOPS! That’ll teach me not to seal my ponies! The rest of her is very sturdy!!

I also had a bit of a struggle with the white splatter; I used a stiff paintbrush which I hoped would be more precise, instead it started shredding and falling apart halfway through! Then I got out the same toothbrush I’d used on my first galaxy pony, and it either sprayed nothing or gigantic globs and smears! WTF! It was a bit frustrating! (I also realized, AFTER I was finished, that the reason I didn’t love Star Sign’s sparkly stars was because the ones I put on Galaxy were waaaaay smaller, which made it easier to make the lines straight and delicate! Oops! Live and learn!)

I originally wanted to do some eyes like in the style of the newest G4 vectors, with the big hearts, but I settled for adding little ones in her pupils. Maybe I will do this on my next pony!

Let’s see, I think that’s almost everything! The hair I chose almost didn’t get chosen, because I only barely had enough of the Hot Lips (magenta) left! I made almost exactly the amount of plugs I needed, because I was so worried about running out of most of the colors I used, haha! I would have liked more of Brilliant Pussycat, but I completely ran out of it!! It sorta worked out, since I have a bad habit of making huge hair plugs and ripping the head! (I have tons of Mermaid from several custom projects that have sat on the bench for literal years, though!) It’s a good way to use up my stash, anyway! Although now I’m wanting to order more... >.>

Anyway, feel free to leave questions or comments, I’m just having fun chatting about pony customs! It’ll probably be the only one for another year, but I sure hope not! I wanna paint even more galaxies now!!

OH!! I almost forgot! Her NAME! I literally signed up to Instagram so I could post this pony there, too (I’ve been meaning to make one for ages, and now I had a REASON!) and I realized suddenly... I had no idea what to call her.

“MARBLETOAST HELP ME” I cried, staring at an instagram post with a beautiful photo, but no name.

“Name her Parallelogram,” my friend Marbletoast helpfully suggested. “How about Drew? or Pencil?”

She still came up with her name, which was an awesome one, so now she is officially named Star Sign, AKA Drew. ;) Thanks Marbletoast!!

#my little pony #mlp #g1 mlp #ponyguru custom

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geekelfie · 6 years

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So I attempted a thing for Valentine’s Day... it became smut. Oops. Posted here but also over on AO3. Technically part of my bigger fic but works 100% as a stand-alone.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age II Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anders/Dorian Pavus Characters: Anders (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Minor Ser Pounce-a-lot Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Smut, Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, A couple lines of sorta angst, because I can't just let them be happy, this didn't start out as smut but it happened..., Modern Thedas, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Summary:

It's been a long All Hearts Day for Anders (why can't people stop getting injured for one day?) but he comes home to a wonderful surprise.

All Hearts Day was a surprisingly busy time at the clinic: everything from burns, to stab wounds from jealous lovers, to injuries to more…sensitive parts of the body. It was much later then he’d hoped by the time Anders was able to head upstairs to his apartment. He felt guilty; he hadn’t even had the chance to call Dorian and planned to do that as soon as he got in. He knew Dorian was excited at the idea of actually being able to celebrate their relationship – something he would never have been able to do back in Tevinter.

He'd barely opened the door to his apartment when he stopped and looked curiously into the room. There was a table just inside the door which shouldn’t have been there. He sent his magelight up and increased the brightness to have a proper look around his apartment. There was wine. Candles. Food on the stove. And was that rose petals leading back to his bedroom alcove? Anders had to remind himself to breathe.

But where was Dorian?

As he shut the door, slipping off his coat, Anders heard a soft snore from the living room. Moving quietly to the sofa, he peeked over the back. The sight that greeted him was downright domestic and it made him smile. He hadn’t expected Dorian to be waiting in his apartment, but it was a happy surprise.

Dorian lay stretched out with a book sprawled on his chest having fallen asleep while he was reading, as he often did. He looked so peaceful when he slept. He was wearing the purple button-down shirt that was one of Anders’ favourites, and the earring Anders had given him on Satinalia winked from Dorian’s left ear. Anders’ smile widened into a grin when he noticed Pounce curled up on Dorian’s stomach wearing a red bow tied around his neck. Red really wasn’t a good colour for an orange cat and it had probably grated on Dorian to put it on, which made the gesture that much sweeter.

Both his boys were dressed up just for him. Anders pulled his phone from his pocket and took a picture to capture the moment. He was acquiring quite the collection of pictures, something he never pictured doing. Memory saved, he moved around to the front of the sofa and set his phone on the table next to Dorian’s. Pounce eyed him but didn’t show any sign of vacating Dorian’s stomach. He did, however, begin to purr.

Dorian shifted, disturbed by the vibrations of the purr, but not waking. Anders crouched down, gently removed the book and added it to the table.

“My love.” He brushed his thumb along Dorian’s jaw and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“Mmm. Amatus, you’re home,” Dorian mumbled sleepily, peeking through his lashes. He snaked a hand around the back of Anders’ neck and pulled him down for a gentle kiss. Anders sighed, relaxing into it. The kiss deepened and Anders pressed a hand against the back of the sofa to keep from tipping. Dorian twisted and propped himself up on his elbow to get closer, jostling Pounce onto the floor. The cat meowed in protest, making Anders chuckle against Dorian’s lips. Anders pulled back slowly and sat back on his heels with a soft smile.

“You both look so handsome.” He ran one hand down Dorian’s chest, smoothing a wrinkle in his shirt and petting Pounce with the other. “I’m sorry I’m so late. I appear to have ruined a wonderful surprise.”

Anders stood and held out his hand, which Dorian quickly took. Letting Anders pull him up and into a tight hug, Dorian nuzzled his face into his neck, earning a small shiver as his moustache tickled the sensitive skin behind Anders’ ear.

“Don’t worry, amatus. That is a risk one runs when orchestrating a surprise: only one person knows the schedule.” Anders felt Dorian smile against his neck. Dorian was so patient with him and his late nights at the clinic.

“But you put so much work in. It looks lovely.” He stepped back, doing an obvious once-over of the apartment. “Did you cook?” He tried not to sound incredulous.

Dorian’s smile was shy. “I did. With varying degrees of success.”

“Thank you!” Anders beamed, truly happy. He was a firm believer that it was the gesture that mattered, so would be happy no matter Dorian’s success in the kitchen. Holding Dorian’s hand, he led him around the sofa and toward the kitchen. “So, what’s for dinner?”

“A Tevinter peasant dish. I wanted to give you a taste of my homeland.” Dorian extricated his hand from Anders’, going to fuss in the kitchen.

“I’ve already had one taste of Tevinter… and I’m a big fan.” Anders looked Dorian up and down slowly, making sure the other man noticed. That earned him a snort.

“Sometimes I wonder why I love you.” Dorian rolled his eyes even as his cheeks darkened with a blush. He set about reheating the meal, using a touch of magic to speed up the process. Anders leaned against the counter, watching Dorian work.

When the sauce was simmering, Dorian stepped away from the stove and over to the table. “If you would.” He pulled out a chair with a sweep of his hand. Anders smiled and placed a light kiss on Dorian’s cheek before sitting. Dorian pushed the chair in, returning the kiss with one to the top of Anders’ head.

With a small flick of his hand, Dorian called flames to life on the candles in the middle of the small table. Even though he could do the same himself, the act made Anders grin. Always the showman, his Dorian. He reached out and gave Dorian’s arm a gentle squeeze before he could move away.

Candles lit and Anders seated, Dorian returned to the kitchen. Anders watched him move about the small space, grace and confidence despite his unfamiliarity with the act of cooking. He was beautiful. Anders felt he could watch Dorian forever and never tired of it.

“It smells wonderful.” Anders inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of warm spices.

“It reminds me of Sundays back in Tevinter,” Dorian said a bit wistfully before pulling rice from the microwave, swearing under his breath as he was bathed in steam.

Anders tried not to laugh at the Tevene curse, which he sometimes found himself using these days. Too much time spent with Dorian, not that he believed such a thing was possible. “Do you need my services? You won’t be my first burn of the day.”

“I appear unharmed.” Dorian looked over his shoulder with a predatory grin and added, “However, I may require a thorough examination after dinner… Just to be sure.”

“Assuming we both survive the meal.”

“Oh, ye of little faith.” Dorian finished scooping sauce onto the rice and brought two shallow bowls to the table. He set them down, brushing against Anders’ shoulder in the process. Before seating himself, he poured each of them a glass of wine. With the candles to light their meal, Anders let his magelight go out.

Dorian watched Anders expectantly, obviously waiting for a reaction to the food. Always aiming to please, Anders immediate dug in. Some of the spices were familiar. He tried to separate the flavours but the sauce was well balanced and he found he couldn’t. The chicken buried under the sauce was dry but otherwise the dish seemed to be successful. After swallowing his first bite he smiled at Dorian. “It’s delicious.” He took another bite to underline the point.

Dorian visibly relaxed. He let out a sigh and returned the smile before digging into the dish himself. As he chewed, Anders circled back to a comment Dorian had made earlier. “Why does the dish remind you of Sundays?”

“My father gave the servants Sundays off. This meant there were no cooks in the kitchen to make us our meals.”

Anders knew Dorian often felt guilty telling Anders about his coddled upbringing. Between that and the strained relationship with his parents, it was hard getting him to talk about his past in Tevinter. He smiled encouragingly to keep Dorian talking.

“Not surprisingly, neither my mother nor my father were particularly skilled in the culinary arts. Breakfast was whatever we could grab or not easily ruin – fruit, toast, some nuts. Lunch was a similar affair. But dinner…” Dorian’s face took on a thoughtful expression. “We tried to have Sunday dinners together. It was an informal family gathering. We’d go to the kitchens and I’d help my mother prepare dinner. This dish was the only thing she really knew how to make. A cook that worked for her parents had taught her when she was young.”

While Dorian shrugged the story off by taking a small sip of his wine, Anders was moved, a warm ache permeating in his chest. Not only had Dorian talked about his family without the usual pain and anger, but he was sharing one of his family’s traditions.

“I am sure your mother would be proud at how good this is.” The words were out before Anders knew what he was saying. He recognized his mistake too late, watching Dorian deflate.

“Of course - it was my ability to successfully execute a basic peasant dish which was missing all these years. Yes, this is what would make her proud of me.”

Anders was out of his chair and crouching beside Dorian as fast as his lanky frame allowed. He took both of Dorian’s hands in his, stopping their fussing with the edge of the tablecloth. He rubbed light circles across the tense knuckles and turned Dorian’s hands over so he could kiss both palms.

“I’m proud of you. You’re a kind, generous, brilliant, beautiful person.” Anders stressed each word with a kiss. “The meal is delicious, and this is the most wonderful and thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.” None of that was a lie.

The storm which had been brewing across Dorian’s face was chased away and replaced by a small, sad smile. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Anders’ temple. “I’m sorry for ruining it,” he mumbled into the healer's rose gold hair.

“When you’re with me, nothing can be ruined.” Anders lifted his chin, stealing a small kiss from Dorian’s lips. “Now let’s finish this wonderful meal so I can give you your All Hearts Day gift.” He released Dorian’s hands after a quick squeeze and returned to his seat.

The mood was more subdued than when they’d started, but after a couple glasses of wine Dorian seemed to bounce back. His excitement over the meal returned with dessert. As soon as Anders had finished his main course Dorian hopped up and rushed into the kitchen.

“This,” he said, holding up a heart-shaped pie with a grin, “This was all me.”

As a healer, there was an extra bit of amusement in watching Dorian cut into a heart and have it ooze red filling. The slices of pie were a mess - broken and sloppy. The edges were crusted with burnt sugar and the bottom crust wasn’t quite cooked through. Anders would go back to the Circle before he’d ever say so though. Instead, he ate his strawberry pie and smiled.

“Wonderful, as expected,” he said, as he pushed aside a mostly empty plate. A small lie, but one he felt was justified. The burnt crust was beyond salvaging and remained. Dorian grinned at the praise, which wouldn’t have been comical except the edges of his moustache were smeared with strawberry filling. Anders mostly loved the moustache but moments like this made him wonder why any man would want one. He leaned across the table, careful to avoid the candles as he reached out. “You’ve got a little something…” He swiped his thumb along the moustache, gathering up the strawberry filling.

Before Anders could pull his hand back, Dorian seized his wrist. He raised an eyebrow in question and when he received no protest, Dorian ran his tongue over Anders’ thumb. The trail of warmth left by Dorian’s tongue turned cool in the air, the change in temperature making Anders shiver. Dorian cleaned the filling from Anders’ thumb with small, tentative licks before drawing the thumb into his mouth. He sucked gently, drawing a small moan from Anders.

Anders wasn’t sure how long he sat frozen in his seat as Dorian worked his tongue over first his thumb and then each finger in turn in the name of “thorough cleaning”. He watched Dorian’s lips slide along his fingers, skin warm and tingling. He wanted more but his shoulder ached from the angle required to avoid the candles and he was forced to pull his hand back. Anders ran his returned thumb over his bottom lip, eyes locked to Dorian’s.

The Tevinter’s eyes were nearly black in the candlelight and followed the sweep of Anders’ thumb hungrily. Anders slid his thumb between his teeth, biting down lightly so his teeth scraped as he slowly pulled his thumb out of his mouth. The left side of his mouth quirked, taunting, as he sucked his thumb back between his lips. Dorian growled, a low guttural sound, and pushed his chair back. He seemed about to rise but reconsidered. Instead, he settled back into the chair, lounging as he watched. He ran a hand down his abdomen before resting it on his leg, rubbing light circles on the inside of his thigh. Anders tried not to grin, knowing Dorian was trying not to touch himself.

With his free hand, Anders removed the tie in his hair. A cascade of blond strands fell across his face, and he pushed them back, drawing his fingers through his hair and then languidly down the side of his neck. He trailed his fingers down, hooked his thumb under the collar of his t-shirt, stretching it down until a there was a hint of blond hair. He repeated the movement, fingers danced over his clavicle and along his neck.

The intensity of Dorian’s gaze made Anders flush. He tried to tease, sliding his thumb in and out between his lips while running his other hand down his chest, but his own touch was quickly becoming insufficient. Dorian must have reached his limit as well, for he was up and around the table. He grabbed Anders’ shoulders and pulled him up into a scorching kiss. Anders groaned against soft lips.

They parted with a gasp, both men having to breathe.

“Come.” Dorian took Anders’ hand, drawing him along the trail of rose petals.

“The candles…” Anders protested, albeit weakly.

Dorian grinned, snapping the fingers of his free hand and called ice over the flames, snuffing them out. “Handled.”

Without the candles, the only light came from the windows and that didn’t reach the bedroom alcove. Light wasn’t necessary, but Anders preferred being able to see his lover. He called tiny magelights to hover over the bed, hoping his concentration would hold as Dorian drew him back in for another kiss.

This kiss quickly became frantic. Anders ran his tongue over Dorian’s lower lip before drawing it between his teeth and worrying at it as he’d done his thumb. Just enough pressure to earn a moan, not enough to draw blood.

Their hands worked at buttons and zippers, the kiss only breaking when Anders pulled his shirt over his head. Dorian carded his fingers through the blond curls on Anders’ chest, nails scratching lightly over his skin and making Anders shiver. Dorian's fingers followed the trail of hair down and down, until they were running along the edge of Anders’ pants, light and teasing.

Anders pressed his hips forward with a tiny whimper and another bite on Dorian’s lip. He loved how Dorian teased, but it had been a long day and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He ran his own nails down Dorian’s spine and dipped them into the loosened waist of his pants. Grabbing Dorian’s ass, perhaps a bit rougher than he’d intended, he pressed their hips together. Both men moaned, the sound muffled by their kiss. Anders rolled his hips, earning another moan and Dorian pulled back.

“Amatus,” he gasped, a note of warning in his voice.

“Yes, my love?” Anders grinned and wiggled. Two could play the teasing game.

Dorian huffed, grabbed Anders’ arms and forced his hands away. No more tease. With quick, practised moves Dorian removed their remaining clothing. When they were both naked, Dorian grabbed Anders’ shoulders and pushed him onto the bed, quickly straddling his hips. He leaned down, framing Anders’ face with his hands, and grinned.

“I’m ready for my examination now, doctor.”

“That’s not as sexy as you think it is.” Anders laughed, bucking his hips up and rolling Dorian onto his back. “And I’m not sure I have the patience for a thorough examination right now.” He pressed his hips down. Dorian gasped.

With hands on Dorian’s shoulders to keep him in place, Anders nibbled along his neck and shoulder and worked his way down his chest. He paused at his nipples and swirled his tongue over the darker skin of first one, then the other. He alternated between licking, sucking and gently biting until Dorian was squirming and moaning beneath him. Anders paused to look up to Dorian’s face, thankful he had the magelights to see by. Dorian rarely let go completely but when he did, he was breathtaking. Dorian's face was flush, lips glistening and parted as he panted, eyes hooded as he watched Anders through his lashes.

As he continued his trail of kisses and nibbles further down, Anders was forced to move his hands from Dorian’s shoulders. He drew his nails along Dorian's chest, following his path of kisses until his hands reached Dorian’s hips. He paused again, hovering over Dorian’s straining cock. He glanced up, meeting lust-filled grey eyes.

“But I definitely have time for another taste of Tevinter.” Anders smirked before lowering his head and taking Dorian's cock to the hilt in one quick move. He relaxed his throat and jaw, feeling the twitch of Dorian’s cock in his throat. Anders held still, pressing his fingers into Dorian’s hips while Dorian groaned and tried to arch off the bed.

Slowly, Anders slid back up until only the head of Dorian’s cock remained between his lips. He sucked gently and swirled his tongue over the head. He reveled in the moans and pleas that spilled from Dorian. He was achingly hard just from listening to them.

“Anders,” Dorian gasped, moving his hand down and tangling it in Ander's long, blond hair. He pulled, not painfully but enough to make his point, and Anders drew back, releasing Dorian's cock with an obscene pop.

“What do you need, love?” He slid up Dorian’s body until his lips were brushing Dorian’s.

“You.” Dorian still had his hand wrapped in Ander's hair and used his grip to pull Anders into another bruising kiss. Anders parted his lips, savoring the taste of wine and spices on Dorian’s tongue. As they kissed, Dorian rolled Anders onto his back. He slid his other hand in between them, brushing lightly over Anders’ erection and sending tingles up his spine, before moving lower.

Anders felt Dorian's cool, slick fingers pressing into him and shifted to provide easier access. Until Dorian, he’d forgotten the joys of sleeping with another mage – not just the use of ice or electricity to enhance the pleasure, but even just not having to interrupt the moment to dig around in a drawer for lubricant.

The fingers worked quickly, not needing to open him up, only spreading the lubricant. Anders moaned against Dorian’s lips and murmured, “Please… I’m ready,” and pressed into the fingers to emphasize the point.

Dorian sat back on his heels, stroking himself deliberately to apply the lubricant to his cock. He moved his hand slowly, base to tip, panting as he rubbed his thumb across the head before sliding his hand back down his shaft.

Anders watched, moaning at the sight. He wrapped a hand around his own cock but only managed a couple strokes before Dorian seized his thighs and lifted his legs to rest on Dorian’s hips. He pressed back against Dorian as he pushed inside, urging him on.

Even with Anders’ urging, Dorian took his time. He pressed in slowly, stopping when he bottomed out to allow Anders to adjust. Anders panted, wrapped his legs tightly around Dorian’s hips and pressed until there was movement. Dorian’s thrusts started gentle, barely more than a rolling of his hips. It was intimate and loving but Anders needed more. He wrapped his hands around the back of Dorian’s head and pulled him down until his lips met his ear. The warmth of spices mixed with the musky scent of arousal and Anders took a moment to breathe in the scent that was uniquely Dorian. He bit Dorian’s earlobe and murmured, in a voice hoarse with lust, “Fuck me, Dorian.”

Dorian growled, gripped tight around Anders’ hips and pulled back slowly, before slamming back in. The headboard thudded against the wall. Dorian thrust again, this time angling his hips, hitting Anders’ prostate. Sparks of the nonmagical variety shot up Anders’ spine and he gasped Dorian’s name. He knew there’d be bruises tomorrow from Dorian’s grip on his hips, and he loved it.

At the new pace, it wasn’t long before Anders felt the tight coil of an approaching orgasm. His cock lay between them, untouched and leaking.

“Dorian, please…Touch me. I’m so close,” he practically whined. Dorian rewarded him by wrapping a hand tightly around his cock, matching the strokes to the thrusts of his hips. Dorian’s thrusts quickly lost their rhythm, signaling he was close as well.

“Come for me, amatus.” Dorian pressed closer, biting Anders’ shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth. Anders whimpered, not sure if he wanted to thrust up into Dorian’s fist or back to meet his thrusts, writhing beneath his lover’s attention.

Voice low and thick, Dorian repeated, “Come for me,” and Anders gasped. The magelights winked out and plunged them into darkness as Anders’ concentration was destroyed. He jerked up into Dorian’s fist, his orgasm rolling through him. He was still riding out the waves of pleasure when Dorian made one final thrust, teeth biting deeper into Anders’ shoulder. Deep enough to leave a mark. Anders was filled with warmth and moaned quietly as he felt Dorian’s cock pulse inside him. He wrapped his arms around Dorian’s chest and pulled him down to press their bodies together.

As the orgasmic haze dissipated, Anders nuzzled against Dorian’s neck, trailing soft kisses along his neck and jaw. “Happy All Hearts Day, love.”

They lay together, Anders’ spend a sticky mess cooling between them, until Dorian shivered. Dorian’s northern blood still hadn’t adjusted to Kirkwall’s winter and Anders’ apartment was on the cooler side. Reluctantly, Anders released Dorian, letting him roll away to flop on his back.

“I’ll be right back.” Anders slipped off the bed, padding into the little bathroom to clean himself up.

He returned to the bed and sat next to Dorian, a damp cloth in his hand warm enough it was sending steam into the cool air. He gently wiped away the hardening mess on Dorian’s abdomen and chest and leaned down to place a soft, chaste kiss on Dorian’s lips. Dorian was starting to doze off.

“Oh no. You can’t sleep quite yet. I haven’t give you your gift.” Anders tapped Dorian lightly on the nose, the same gesture he used on Pounce to get his attention.

“That wasn’t my present?” Dorian grunted, opening one eye.

“Of course it wasn’t. If you recall, I didn’t even start that.” Anders grinned, standing. He tossed the cloth into the bathroom, possibly hitting the sink, possibly not; he’d figure that out later. Hopefully not by slipping in the middle of the night. He walked into the living room, stark naked, to rummage through the bookcase.

When he returned to the bed, Dorian had slid under the blankets and had the duvet pulled up to his chin. Pounce had arrived and was curled up next to him, purring as his chin was scratched. Clutching a package wrapped in paper to hit chest, Anders stopped to watch. Dorian’s hair and moustache were completely disheveled, and his eyeliner was smeared. This was Anders’ second favourite way of seeing him, and watching him affectionately pet Pounce made Anders’ heart sing.

“What?” Dorian arched a brow.

“Just enjoying the view.” Anders smiled, moving to the bed. He settled next to Dorian, legs crossed and elbows on his knees as he handed over the gift. He set his chin in his hands, watching closely as Dorian took the package. It was wrapped in red paper featuring little cartoon cats holding hearts. Anders hadn't been able to resist when he’d seen the paper in the shop window.

Dorian smirked as he turned the present over. He was meticulous even when unwrapping a gift. The tape was removed slowly, not leaving a mark on the paper, and he didn’t unwrap until all corners had been released and folded back. As he pulled back the paper, the smirk grew into a grin. As he turned the item over in his hands, he began to laugh.

The present was a photobook. It had an expensive leather cover with a heart-shaped window which framed an image of Anders in nothing but cat ears and a collar, hair down and messy. His groin was tastefully hidden by his arm as he leaned towards the camera in a crouch. Anders watched Dorian flip through the pages, trying not to blush. The photos ranged from almost innocent poses of him in his tightest cat shirt and briefs to implied nudes, like the cover image. Anders waited for Dorian to say something but got nervous when he didn’t. He’d thought it was a perfect mix of sexy and fun but was suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“What do you think?” He prompted.

There was a moment where Dorian didn’t move or speak, he just stared down at the book. When he finally looked up at Anders, he had a thoughtful expression.

“It’s… wonderful.” He set the book aside, reaching out and grabbing Anders’ hand and squeezed it. “Just tell me you didn’t have Isabela take these,” he said with a grin.

“Never in a million Ages,” Anders laughed.

Dorian pulled him against his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss into Anders’ hair, murmuring, “Thank you, amatus.”

Warm and safe, Anders let his eyes drift shut as he listened to the beat of Dorian’s heart. Steady and strong. Just as he was drifting off, he felt the rumble of Dorian’s voice against his ear.

“Does that collar have a leash that goes with it?”

#Dragon age #anders #dorian pavus #dorianders #Smut #Fluff #Valentine's Day Romance #I don't really do romance so hopefully this works #fanfic #anders pov

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