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barzysunflower · 8 months

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reconciliation — mat barzal

some barzy smut for you all :) wanted to wait posting this but those videos of him playing guitar just came out so we are all in desperate need for this rn!! as a reminder: video one two

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warning: SMUT (18+) & undisclosed fight (sorry I was too lazy to come up with a better backstory so just know it was fairly bad fight and this starts a couple hours afterwards)

You laid awake, desperately trying to fall asleep, but your fight with your boyfriend played in your head over and over again. It was so stupid and you hated that you were still mad, especially since he was leaving for a few days the next day. But you were too stubborn to be the bigger person and turn around and apologize.

Mat felt the same, though, the sleepless ness getting to him and turning around to face your back. He wrapped an arm around you and gently kissed your cheek. "Hey," he whispered, pulling himself closer to you until you were perfectly nestled to him. "We said we'd never go to sleep angry. I'm sorry. I love you."

You nodded, but didn't turn to face him. Your hand lifted to cradle his cheek and with an 'I love you, too' you both were finally able to fall asleep.

***

You spent the next few days alone, Mat being gone on a roadie. While you hadn't exactly talked about your fight, you mutually decided to just drop it since neither of you wanted to stay angry at each other. You face timed every day like normal, although there wasn't any spicy time that you would usually share. You saved that for after he hung up.

You could hear the music blasting from your apartment before you even stepped inside. Mat was back, since the early afternoon actually, but you were stuck at work. Yelling for him when you stepped foot inside the apartment wouldn't work, so after getting rid of you jacket and shoes you went to look for him. And what a sight when you did. He was dancing and singing along to the music, while attempting to chop an onion.

"Whatcha doin?" He jumped at your voice, dropping the knife and almost cutting himself.

"Don't scare me like that!" The shock on his face claimed after a second and he went to turn down the music and wash his hands before he pulled you in for a hug. "Missed you."

"Missed you." After a long kiss, you looked around to figure out what he was doing. "You're making dinner? For me?"

"Hey! I cook for you."

"Mhm."

"What? I do! You're just better than me that’s why I don’t do it so much." You patted his chest with a chuckle and kissed him again, shutting him up.

You helped him prepare the meal for a bit, before you went to go take a shower. Since seeing him today, especially in the kitchen, you had felt incredibly horny and devised a plan on how your night would go. But shower first.

After lotioning up and making you smell irresistible, you slipped into some sexy matching lingerie. You pulled on of his boxers overtop to be comfortable, but also show off your ass, and one of his white tshits that would show him exactly what was going on underneath.

You set the table when you came back and not long after you sat down for dinner. Throughout eating, you brushed your hair seductively and made some inappropriate noises, to get him riled up. And he did, but he could see exactly through what you were doing, so he didn't make a move. While he did want to flip this table to get to you, he just sat there staring at you, looking at wherever you wanted him to.

"This actually was pretty good," you said, taking a sip of you water. "I just hope desert is better."

His eyes darkened while you smirked at him. You were both staring at each other, fueling the heat in each of your bodies until you got enough.

"I must be getting my period or something, because I have been so horny these past few days," his body twitched, wanting to reach out to you. "Too bad you weren't there."

You got up to take both of your plates to the sink. "But don't worry, our pink friend helped me out a lot."

"What?!" You smiled at him from where you leaned against the kitchen island, showing off your legs. "And I didn't get a video or a call? Baby, come on." He was frustrated and tried to stand, but with a show of hand you got him to sit down again. You stalked over to him until you stood directly in front of him, looking down.

"I guess I was still mad at you," you said and slowly let you hands trace his cheek. Then you sat down on his lap where he immediately gripped your hips. Then you leaned down to whisper in his ear, "and I thought you should earn to see them."

"So... So, you did take a video?," he asked, his voice stammering.

"Maybe." You lips traced his jaw. "Maybe there's more than one." You let your hip roll, meeting his hard erection. "What are you going to do to earn the right to see them?"

He groaned as his head fell back. "Fuck, baby, anything. I'll do anything."

With that, you finally let him kiss you.

"Well? Show me what you got." And he did. You gave the control over to him and without hesitation he had you up and pressed down on the dining table. With a hard pull, your boxers and panties were off and he was staring down at you like a wild animal.

"God, you're so hot." His hands massaged your thighs before pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts contained in your black lace bra. He bent to to trace the outline of your tits with his lips. Swiftly, he ripped both cups down, exposing them all the way.

"Yes, suck them, Mat. Please ... please suck them," you begged, the sound so desperate that he complained immediately with a moan. He cupped your breast in his hand, squeezing it hard as he sucked your nipple between his lips. You moaned together and your hand got ahold of his head, pushing him into you. He played with both of your tits, sucking, nipping, licking, and squeezing, until you both got impatient and he got back down on his knees with a smirk. "Ready?"

His mouth descended onto your slick pussy, to which your pelvis shot up to meet his face. "Oh fuck." Hands still on your thighs, he took long, languid strokes with his tongue. You squirmed beneath him as he lapped away at you, never fully pushing all the way in against your clit, just staying around the outside, prepping you for what he had planned.

With two fingers, he spread you wide, exposing your clit, and then lowered his tongue to just above it.

And he hovered, letting you feel his heavy breath and the scruff of his jaw against your inner thigh.

"Mathew," you moaned. "Please."

With his hand that wasn't spreading her, he moved it back up your body, and just as he pinched your left nipple between your fingers, he press his tongue against your clit.

"Oh my . .. fuck." Your eyes squeezed shut, arching into him. He did it again. And again. And again. "More," you begged. "I need more."

In response, Mat pressed his tongue against your slit and lightly flicked at it, creating a vibration against the nub that caused you to grip his head and dig your fingers digging into his scalp. "Fuck, Maty. Oh my God . . . keep going."

His eyes lifted, to keep them on you to watch your reactions as he continued to pleasure you at a relentless pace. Your body grew tighter and tighter and your breath picked up as you got closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue attacked your clit more aggressively, pushing against it, sucking it. Your moans grew louder and your body tensed. Then your orgasm crashed over you, sending you into full body tremors. "Fuck... fuck." Mat sucked and licked you up until the tremors subsided and you laid there, limp, on the table.

Mat got back on his feet and bent over you to kiss you gently. His lips pressed small wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, until you had recovered enough to gain function over your limbs again. Your first act was to pull his shit off his chest, then you clung to him, wrapping both your legs and arms around him.

With his strong arms, Mat picked you up and set you in his lap when he plumped into your living room couch. "I love eating your sweet little pussy, feeling it clench around my tongue," he whispered into your ear as he pulled your hair. "But I love feeling it clench around my cock even more."

You moaned as your head fell into the crook of his neck. You were ready and desperate for him again and he knew immediately by the way you were rocking your hips, searching for his cock.

"You love that, too, eh? Feeling my dick pulsing deep inside you." You nodded quickly, hoping it would get him to do something faster. And he did, pulling his dick out of his sweatpants, pumping it a couple times in front of your eyes. Then he pulled on your hair, making you sit up straight while he leaned back. "Ride me. But don't let me inside you. I want to see just how slick that pussy is."

Your hungry eyes connected, but both of your heads soon fell back with moans as you slowly moved your wet cunt over his cock. "Oh my God, Maty, this feels... incredible."

"You feel incredible," he says in response as you fell forward, bringing your breast into him mouth. He focused on your nipple, swirling around it with his tongue, flicking and then nibbling just enough that you sucked in a sharp breath of air. With his hand, he did the same thing to your other breast as you continued to rock on him.

"I can come just like this," you say, your hands falling to his chest and your pelvis lifting just slightly to get a better angle. "Fuck, I'm already close."

"Then come. Use me, fuck me like this." His moans spurred you on, driving you closer to the edge.

Your lips pressed together, as your eyes squeezed shut and your pace picked up. Your thrusts became more erratic until you reached your orgasm. "Fuck!" Your body shook and spasmed as you rode out your orgasm until there was nothing left to take. The you collapsed on top of him.

"That was so hot," he whispered, his voice raspy. "Now be a good girl and lie down." You obeyed, falling into to cushions exhausted. "Turn."

When you did, he gave your ass a hard slap, the echo of your skin filling the air. Then he moved a pillow under your pelvis and gave your ass another slap, before he moved his thumb over your arousal, swirling it around your entrance, and positioning his cock where he wants it.

With gritting teeth, he pushed his hips forward and with a hard thrust he pushed in his cock in your pussy until he bottomed out. You both moaned loudly and his grip got tighter on your hips as he tried to restrain himself. "More," you moaned as you started moving your hips.

"Babe, don't move. Please... fuck." You moved your pelvis anyway, and he matched the thrusts because he was as desperate as you. "I won't last."

"Do it, Mat. Fuck me as hard as you can." With a groan, the grip on your hips tightened again as he started pumping into you relentlessly. He had no control, all he was doing was fucking you chasing his release. Your pussy gripped his cock so tightly, spurring on both of your thrusts. He was pushing into you so hard, that the sound of your skin slapping was so loud, you thought the neighbors would be able to hear it.

"I'm right there. Fuck, I'm there," he groaned and moaned until he exploded inside you. Thick, warm ropes of his cum coated your insides. "Fuuuuck."

Out of nowhere, you started shaking as you reached your third orgasm. Your vision went black and your breath hitched while milking the last drops of his cum. Your body felt like jello as you came down from your high. Mat collapsed next to you, but you barely registered it. You were to exhausted to move or speak, so you laid there catching your breath.

Eventually, Mat's arm snuck around you and turned you to pull you into his chest. "Good enough to get that video?"

"Mhm," was all you answered and he smiled victorious, but little did he know he wasn't going to see it for a couple more weeks...

***

You had expected the call. After finally sending him the video of yourself playing with your pink vibrator, you had expected him to call you. For your own pleasure in the situation, like you hadn't had enough fun messing with him, you had sent the video at a time you knew he would see the notification but wouldn't be able to open it for another few hours. You reveled in the fact that he would be on the edge, dying to open that video, but couldn't because he was with his team in mandatory meetings.

You had expected the call. Which is why you were already ready and waiting in bed. What you didn't expect though, was to see Mat's fist wrapped around his cock moving up and down, instead of his face.

The camera flipped to show his face after a moment, revealing a very turned on Mat. "You little slut. You enjoyed that, didn't you? Torturing me even more by dangling that video in front of me?"

You smiled as you sank back into your pillows. "Yes."

"Turned you on, eh? Messing with me like that." He moved his phone so that you could see him from his thighs up and, god, nothing beat that view. "See what you do to me? Fuck, baby, that video was so hot. Screaming my name like that when I wasn't even there. All mine. You're mine." You were on edge and your hand itched to slide between your legs. "Did you have fun without me?"

"Wasn't that video proof enough?," you teased him again, but you knew it wasn't as good as it was without him.

"Tell me the truth or I'm hanging up."

You rubbed your hand over your panties and gave in. "Nothing feels right when you're not here." You need him and hear his voice to get off. "God, Maty, I'm so on edge right now. I need you." You positioned the camera so he, too, could see your body.

"Alright, I'll be nice. Strip. Take those fucking panties off and let me see your wet cunt." You did as instructed, even taking your bra off. "Now glide your fingers up and down your body and around your breasts without touching your nipples. Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is."

As your hand slid across your skin, you regretted teasing him for so long because you had a feeling he was going to do the same to you. "Slide your fingers closer to your pussy, tease yourself the way I'd tease you. Get close to your slit but don't touch yourself."

Your hand lowered and, when you got close enough, your pelvis lifted. "Don't fucking touch that cunt. It's mine."

"Don't make me wait," you groaned, throwing your head back in agony.

"Now who's talking."

"You liked it, I know it." You smirked, then dared to move your hand closer to your center.

"Shush. Spread your legs more and slowly spread those lips for me." You did, moaning at the sensation. "Fuck, look at you. I wish I was there, eating that wet pussy. Sucking on your clit, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat."

"Maty, I need more. Please," you begged as you breathing increased. You were so wet already and so close to your orgasm when you hadn't even really touched yourself yet. When you looked to your phone, you saw Mat started pumping his cock again.

"My dick is so hard, baby. Shit. Yes, go, finger yourself. I need to see you touch yourself."

Finally, you got two fingers to slowly circle your clit. "Oh, fuck," you yelled as head fell back again and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

"That's it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your nipple too. I want you to mark yourself."

Your hips lifted as your fingers sped up, chasing your release. And it was getting close. You looked to your phone, where Mat was still grunting while he worked himself. You saw a big bead of precum spill out of the tip of his cock, then he moaned loudly. "I'm there. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too." You had no idea if he heard you, but your orgasm started crashing over you and you lost track of all of your senses for a moment. Your spams started slowly and then descended into full body shudders that left you screaming his name.

While you caught your breath, you turned to take your phone back into your hand. You saw Mat with a small smile looking at you, hand still around his cock, but his sticky cum spilled on his skin.

"You are an evil little woman," he said, which made you laugh. "But, god, what I wouldn't do for you."

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angelrari · 6 months

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gossip girl · pt. viii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hello!! i am back! sorry for not updating earlier, the uni has been killing me and i felt way too tired to stop and write for a while. hope you like this a lot! and once again thank you so much for the comments and the support on the last part🤍

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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autumn seemed to be the season of birthday celebrations: firstly was jolie's, then max's and now charles'. he had called yesterday, around dinner time, to ask you if you wanted to come to his birthday gathering. it was supposed to be a simple lunch with his childhood friends, who you knew from years ago, and he wanted you to be there. so now you stood in front of his apartment door with a cake you had baked the night before, following the recipe he had once told you it was his favorite.

"hurry up, you idiot". you whispered underneath your breath, feeling the weight of your purse threatening to fall from your left shoulder anytime soon.

charles opened the door a couple of seconds later. from his rosy cheeks, his damp hair and the fresh smell of gel you could tell he had recently gotten out of the shower. he wore a soft beige sweater and wide dark trousers. he had always been attractive, but god he looked good. his sincere smile widened and his green eyes lit up when he saw the cake you were holding.

"no way! you baked this for me?".

"of course, i didn't want to come empty-handed".

"you're the best, y/n". he said as he extended his hands to grab the cake. "let me help you".

you followed charles inside the apartment. quickly you noticed how tidy everything was. charles had never been a messy person, but it was obvious he had made sure everything was perfect today. he went inside the kitchen and he carefully placed the cake on the counter. afterwards, he had opened his arms to give you the warmest hug.

"thank you y/n".

"it's nothing". you replied. "happy birthday charles".

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while you waited for your friends to arrive, you looked at charles who gracefully played a song on the piano. you sat by his side watching how his fingers pressed the right keys without a single mistake.

"i don't remember this part". he said before stopping and quickly glanced at you.

"right, i'll show you".

clair de lune was the first proper song you had taught charles to play on the piano. one night during lockdown you had been re-watching twilight together and when you said how much you loved this song he suggested that you could teach it to him. charles was a fast learner and a hard-worker, the kind of pupil every teacher wishes they had. and you were patient and tender, the kind of teacher every pupil adored. most days, after he had finished his training, you would sit with him and teach him another part. some days, when he got tired of learning, he would sneak his hands underneath your shirt and with a soft kiss on your shoulder he would suggest that maybe it was time to do something different. and sometimes, when you watched him play, you would lean your head on his shoulder and wait for him to stop playing just to place his lips on yours.

"i think i might need you to start teaching me again". he said once you finished playing debussy's song.

"i will gladly do it for some karting classes in exchange".

"are you still that bad at it?".

"absolutely terrible. my sister beat my ass the other day". you replied and he chuckled.

"it's a deal then". he said. "but i still won't let you win if we compete against each other".

"oh, you were the worst. i remember the last time we went karting and i felt so humiliated. what kind of boyfriend does that to his girlfriend? you should've let me win".

"was i really?". he said. "i'm pretty sure the first thing told me when we were alone was-".

"oh, shut up". you interrupted him and he laughed loudly.

"what was it? baby, that was so hot-?". he said mocking your voice and you hit his arm softly.

"you're an idiot".

"i am, but you adore it".

i do. your cheeks hurt from smiling widely and now you could feel the blood rushing into them. charles was starring at you, his smile had faded away and his eyes dropped from yours to your red lips. your heartbeat was so loud you thought he could hear it. he placed his right hand on your chin and his face slowly came closer to yours. but sound of the doorbell made you him freeze in place.

"fuck". he swore under his breath as he quickly dropped his hand.

he sighed and nervously ran his fingers trough his hair while starring at you. when the doorbell rang for the second time, he stood up and left the living room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. shit, max. the questions in your head were so loud you almost couldn't listen the voices of your friends in the background.

"y/n is here". you heard charles say.

"god, i hope we weren't interrupting anything". a familiar female voice replied.

"don't worry, you weren't". charles lied. "please, come in".

the sound of giggles caught your attention. was that a baby? and before you could figure out who was it, your old friend lily fleury walked into the room. a few seconds later, her husband marc appared holding their baby in his arms.

"oh my god". you said the moment you saw her face.

"you didn't tell her?". lily asked charles and he shook his head.

"it was a surprise".

lily and marc had been living in barcelona for the last four years. marc, who was born in spain, got a job opportunity there and they decided to leave monaco. lily had been one of your closest friends when you were younger and you kept in contact even though you haven't seen each other since they left.

"i haven't seen you since forever". lily said as she gave you a hug.

"what are you guys doing here? are you visiting your family?". you asked.

"no, actually we moving back". marc explained. "barcelona is great, but, you know, we want nora to grow up here in monaco".

"i thought you knew everything, charles has been trying for days to gather all of us since we told him we were moving, i thought he told you". lily commented.

"i just thought it would be a nice surprise". charles said.

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the night had arrived and it was time to leave. your heart felt full after spending the day with your old friends. lily and marc were getting nora ready to leave as charles held you tightly in his arms as you said your goodbyes.

"thank you, y/n". he said. "for being here today".

"honestly, it's me who should be thanking you". you replied. "i feel like you're helping me build the life i had here in monaco before i left".

"you don't need to thank me". he responded and left the softest kiss on your forehead. "i want you to feel at home once again, so you don't run away anymore".

"you don't have to worry, i'm here to stay".

"good, because i'm not letting you go once again".

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sunny44 · 11 months

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Date night

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: nothing.

Summary: Y/n and Lewis have their monthly date night.

Ps: sorry for the short story

Lewis and I had been together for 4 years and I have nothing to complain about.

He is the most perfect man I’ve ever met in my entire life.

The kisses all over my face every morning when we were together, the hugs from behind that make me feel at home, the single flower that he gave me every day that I press in a book and am putting in a frame, the times that at a family lunch when he is talking to my parents he passes by me and gives me a kiss on the forehead just to show that even if we are apart at that moment he is still paying attention and taking care of me.

And that's why every month we had a special date, we picked a day when we were both together and we went out to enjoy each other's company.

This was the last weekend of the race, we were in Dubai and it would be our last date of the year. I had chosen a green dress that looked like Tinker bell's, I had found it some time ago and decided to leave it for our last meeting of the year.

The podium today was Lewis, Charles and Max and with this last victory Lewis became 8 times Formula 1 world champion so it was another reason to celebrate.

Lewis had showered first so that I could have the bathroom to myself and put on makeup without him seeing me before I was completely ready.

As soon as I finished I looked at myself in the mirror once more and came out of the bathroom seeing my boyfriend sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room playing on his cell phone but he looked away from the screen as soon as he heard the bathroom door open and then smiled and stood up.

"Wow you look gorgeous."

"Thanks, you look perfect too." He smiles and holds my waist with his hands.

"Can we go? We have a lot to celebrate."

"We can."

We went to the restaurant he had chosen and made a reservation.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, it's this way." They led us to an outside area with a table just for the two of us which I thought was odd since we usually sat with the other people just in a more private corner to avoid people getting in the way.

"Are we sit alone today?" he pulled out a chair for me.

"Yes, why you didn't like it?"

"It's not that, I loved it, I just asked because you usually like to act normal and sit with everyone." He laughs.

"And I do but today I wanted to do something different since it's an important celebration."

"Absolutely, it's not every day that you become 8th time formula one world champion and breaking a record." I smiled at him who held my hand.

"Absolutely."

"Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

"I'm fine yes just still can't believe all this happened today."

We ordered our food and had one of the best dinners ever, the night was beautiful with the star’s in the sky making everything even more perfect.

"Hey." He calls out to me and I looked up at him. "You are without a doubt the love of my life, I have never loved anyone the way I love you and I can't even imagine my life without you in it. Not many people can adapt with a hectic life like us driver’s and I thank you so much that besides you’re supporting me you are always there for me when I need you."

"Love you know I would do anything for you."

"With that said I want to ask you a question." I nodded and he reached up and took something from his pocket and knelt down in front of me. "Would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?"

At this I started to cry and nodded my head in agreement.

"There is nothing I want more in the world than to be your wife." He smiled placing the ring on my finger and we both stood up and I slung my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. "Thank you for choosing me to be your wife."

"Thank you for choosing me to be your husband."

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agent-raven · 1 year

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Wilting Petals

Vyn Richter × Reader

Warnings: contains character death

This has been posted here from my Wattpad account -LUKX3-

Vyn stood near your bed silent. The silence was horrifying for you. It scared you so much because it spoke so much about the situation. You looked up with wide eyes at Vyn and saw the soft smile on his face. A smile which didn't reach his eyes. His eyes which were so sad that it made you tear up.

"I am sorry."

Vyn's deteriorating health led him to take health tests and results weren't favorable. Something which one would never expect to happen has happened.

It was the usual normal day for you. Surrounded by all the paperwork in the office you sighed and again started to focus on it but the thoughts in your mind made it impossible for you to think about them. The thoughts in question were about your husband Vyn Richter.

You both had been married to each other happily for three years now. To say that your relationship was going good would be an understatement. It was going great and strong. Vyn never failed to shower you in his love and you too didn't hesitate to show the love you had for your beautiful husband.

Lately, Vyn had been getting sick often. The last time he got sick, it was very extreme and so to make sure of what was affecting his health you both decided that he needed to get a check up. Today, the results of the check up will come in and so your nerves were all worked up. You were praying to God to let the result be okay and that Vyn was just getting seasonal fevers.

After finishing all the work for the day you finally took a breath of partial relief and started to prepare to go home. You got into your car and started to drive towards your home while you had butterflies in your stomach. The anxiety was getting too bad and it looked like that it would not go away until you saw Vyn perfectly healthy. You soon reached home and put in the door password to enter it. Seeing that Vyn's shoes were kept outside you thought that he was home.

"I am home!", you said like usual when Vyn was home and were greeted with the usual "Welcome home" by Vyn. He gave you the same usual smile but somehow it looked different today as if it was trying to hide something. Ignoring the feeling of your gut you went close to Vyn and hugged him.

His embrace felt warm and comforting. You could smell his scent mixed with the cologne he uses everyday. You bury your head in his body and close your eyes. Vyn chuckles at your unusual behavior but doesn't say anything after all he didn't mind you being in his embrace. You brought to him the sweet comfort of home and love. Anyone who would look at you both right now would think of how lovely you both were together.

Vyn put his hand on your head while he still had one arm snaked around your waist. "Why don't you get fresh and till the time I will set out the table for both of us." he said in a soft voice to you. You nodded while still buried into him clinging onto him like a child would to their mother. He chuckled at you again and tells you again to get fresh to which you respond by getting out of his embrace and telling him that you will get fresh soon so that you could help him. And off you went to get fresh.

When you came back after getting fresh Vyn had already set up the dinner table for you two. "Aww, I told you to wait. I wanted to help you set up too." You pouted at him but nevertheless sat down at the dinner table. "Let me do the hard work for today. You are tired after a day of hard work. You can help me next time." Vyn still had the smile he wore whenever he was around you. He looked at you with his loving eyes as if telling you that he loved you just too much. Getting embarrassed about it you turn to your food. " Bon appetite. "

You started to dig into the delicious food made by Vyn and you couldn't help but let out a moan of satisfaction at how good it tasted. "I am telling you Vyn, the meals cooked by you are just so good! I can't help but want more of it." He chuckled at the happy look you had on your face. You both struck up a small conversation on both of your work place these days and when you both didn't have anything to say you would sit in comfortable silence.

You both were finished eating and heading to your bedroom to call it a night. Vyn as always was first recorded about his day and then entered the bedroom. You were still up waiting for him.

"You are still up?" he asked you.

"Well, of course I am..... You got your reports back today right? How was it? Everything.... Is okay, right?" Your voice went from high to low as the sentence ended showing your anxiety. Your head was down all the while you spoke because you were too scared to look up and find the answer from his expressions.

"I am sorry."

A look of horror settled on your face. What was he even saying to you!? Why was he saying this!? All these questions revolved in your mind.

"Vyn, if something is wrong then tell. Why are you saying this!? You are scaring me Vyn." Your voice came out breathless and desperate to know about the truth.

Vyn was walking towards where you sat on bed. Upon reaching you, he hugged you tight but this hug just felt wrong. So wrong that now tears were falling down your eyes. Your face was buried in his body, tears streaming down which soaked his shirt wet.

"V-Vyn, please.....tell me. What happened. It's nothing serious, right?" You were trying so hard to console yourself, trying so hard to believe that nothing was wrong with the person you loved.

On the other hand, silent tears fell from Vyn's eyes on seeing your condition. He hated the fact that you were crying because of him. For the first time in his life, he felt so weak and helpless as he did right now. That he couldn't do anything to comfort you.

"I am sorry Y/n that I won't be able to spend my whole life with you. That I will have to leave you alone so soon.... I am terminally ill Y/n."

You looked up to see at his face and it had a painful look of longing on it. Your body trembled as you choked on your tears. Your face was a mess from all the crying and your eyes were swollen and red.

" H-how.... Vyn how di-" You couldn't complete your sentence. It was too much for you to take in. You couldn't help but let out those choked whimpers from your throat. You were trying so hard not to cry but it looked like your eyes won't just listen to you. Tears continued to stream down from them. Snot was coming out from your nose.

That night was a particularly painful one. You don't know how much time you spent in Vyn's embrace just crying and crying and when you fell asleep. Vyn had decided that he will get treated even if the chances to get completely okay were very slim in his case.

You were doing your very best to smile around him and keep him happy. To keep him off from the stress he was experiencing right now but while doing so you had forgotten about your own mental health. So, when Vyn saw you struggling he would tell you to give your mind a rest and focus on yourself too. But, how could you leave him and focus on yourself? You wanted to make him smile and keep him happy till the time you were with him.

Vyn's birthday was coming up soon. You had decided that you were going to give him the best birthday you could ever and so the preparations had started. A nice simple date in your house would be the best you thought, after all, you wanted to spend all of your time with Vyn. Secret dealings and smuggling of things took place whenever Vyn was not at home. You had kept all things hidden somehow in the attic. Vyn didn't ever suspect about the things you were planning for him.

The D-day was finally here. It was a work day for both of you but you had taken a leave without telling Vyn. As usual, you woke up getting ready for work. A goodbye to Vyn and off you went to your office but the only difference was that you didn't really go to office. You had gone to the florists to get white peonies. When the florist asked you for what purpose you were getting them and answered the question she immediately said no to your suggestion.

"White peonies represent regret. Not really something you would associate with birthdays and that also the birthday of your husband. It would be better to go with pink peonies. They represent love, good luck and prosperity."

After buying the pink peonies and thanking the kind florist for her suggestion you went to get the cake. Everything that you needed for his birthday was there with you now. All that was left was to assemble it in your house.

You went home at a time when Vyn wasn't there and was at his work. You started making the preparations. You tried making fancy food for him which didn't turn out as fancy as the ones Vyn would make but nevertheless were happy at how it had turned out. Next was decorating the living room. You went with an elegant look because that's what suited Vyn the most. Arranging balloons and decorative took time because only you were there to do all the work. By the time you were finished it was almost time for Vyn to get home.

Changing into the dress you had prepared to wear today and doing a light make up for the occasion you waited for Vyn to get home. Till the time he wasn't home you checked everything twice. It looked perfect for his birthday.

Finally, the sound of door opening echoed in the house. You quickly went to the door with party popper and popped it on him.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY VYN!"

The startlement on his eyes was as clear as day. You grinned at the rare look that had come across his face and hugged him. Breaking out of his shock, he hugged you back with a sigh and murmured a thank you to you.

On seeing the things you had done for him he couldn't help but break out in a smile. "You didn't have to do all this. Just being beside you today was enough for me." he said with a sigh.

"What do you mean by that? Of course I had to do this. I wanted to make your birthday as special as I could. Now now, lets not waste our time talking. I have prepared many things for you. Go and get fresh! I have laid out the dress for you to wear."

With a kiss on your forehead, he went inside to get fresh. You laid out the food and cake till the time he came out. After coming out from his room, Vyn was greeted with the sight of food and cake in front of him. He gave you a soft smile as you beckoned him to come near the cake to cut it.

He took the knife in his hand and started to cut the cake as you sang the happy birthday song to him.

"Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear Vyn

Happy Birthday to you!"

He took the piece he had cut and fed it to you while you also fed him a cake piece and smeared some of the icing on him. You laughed at how he looked and took his pictures. How lovely everything was going for both of you.

You gave him the gift you had prepared, a silver necklace with yarrow flower in it.

"The yarrow flowers represent the love in marriages and also represent healing. I hope that you get well soon Vyn and we continue leading a happy marriage life till we grow old." A soft loving smile rested on your face.

"..... Won't you help me to wear it?"

" I will."

You helped him to wear the necklace." It looks really good you! Hehe, my choice really is good. In necklaces and in husband." You acted smug at this while Vyn laughed at this.

"Of course it is."

You both danced together that night to songs. Laughing, giggling and smiling at each other, carefree of the problems you were facing. It really was one of the happiest nights of both of your lives.

Nine months had passed since Vyn's birthday. Time seemed to flow too fast, not even giving you time to cope up with the things going on around you. At start everything was going okay but slowly and steadily Vyn's health was degrading. He wasn't working at his center anymore. The rounds to the hospital had increased and so had your fear of losing Vyn.

It was as if the universe was telling you that you didn't have much time left to be with him anymore and as if to make it even more clear one day, Vyn's condition degraded so much that he had to be hospitalized.

The doctors had told you that it was time for you to say your final goodbyes to Vyn. That his condition was too bad to be restored back. You trembled in fear at the thought of losing the love of your life.

A few days had passed since Vyn had been hospitalized. You were there with him for the whole day only leaving his side when it was really necessary. You couldn't help but shed tears in secret on the situation you were in right now. You would cry when he was sleeping or more like pretending to be asleep. Vyn knew he was only a guest of few days now. He shouldn't have any regrets but he was having them. Regret on leaving you behind like he was going to. He wanted to spend more time with you. He wanted to be selfish and always be with you till your last breath but looks like the opposite was happening right now and that also too fast. Why was fate so cruel? Why should he leave you behind? Why should he let you be in the pain you were in right now because of him?

He hated himself so much for this. One day at night, as usual you were there right beside him talking to him,reminiscing about your together with each other.

"Yes, I cried so much on our wedding day. Everyone was making fun of me." You laughed.

"And you had so much difficulty in remembering the marriage vows but you at last remembered it." Vyn said with a small chuckle.

"I still remember them you know! I had put in so much dedication in remembering it!"

"Really?" Vyn asked while faking his doubt.

"Really! See, I will recite it right now!"

"You don't need to though." Vyn chuckled at your childishness. His skin which used to glow when he laughed was now deathly pale.

"I, Y/n L/n, take you, Vyn Richter to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God I make this vow."

Vyn remained silent at your vow.".... I am sorry... For being such a bad husband. I couldn't give you anything you wanted before I was going away." Vyn's throat felt full to brim while saying this.

You were shocked and saddened at what he had just said. "No Vyn, you were the best husband to me. Why are you saying this? You gave me everything I had wished for. Your time, your love, your care, everything. I couldn't have wished for anything better. Why are you saying this? Pls.... It saddens me so much that you are saying such things. Don't blame yourself Vyn... " Somewhere in between while you were saying all this, tears had started to come out of your eyes and on seeing this Vyn had also let go of the dam he had built.

"Then why are you always crying because of me? I have hurt you so much. I am leaving you like this. I hate myself so much that I will be leaving you here all alone."

You shook your head still crying. "How can I not cry when someone I love is leaving me. It's not your fault Vyn... We all have to go through the pain of loss in our lives. I love you very much Vyn. I love you so so much." You kissed his forehead. Your tears dropped down on his face mixing in with his tears.

" I love you too Y/n. I am so sorry for leaving you alone so soon. I hope that I can be with you in our next lives too." He hugged you.

All night you both whispered sweet loving things to each other. Comforting each other,exchanging kisses. It was a night that you would never forget your whole life.

The next morning came. Sun rays shined on your warm body which was sleeping next to the cold lifeless body which had gone into an eternal sleep with a smile on his face. Vyn Richter was proclaimed dead that morning having died in the early hours of morning.

The funeral was soon held with the rituals of Svartian church. Diplomats of the Kingdom of Svart, friends, close ones, Duke of Svart were all present on the day of funeral.

The hall booked for funeral was decorated with white peonies. It was sunny outside despite the gloomy atmosphere which prevailed around you. Last wishes were said all the while you stood still there. Tears had long stopped coming out from your eyes because all of them had already been shed at the hospital. The coffin Vyn was sleeping in was so beautiful and so was the man lying in it. A beautiful smile was on his face which showed how happy he had been in his last moments. He left without any regrets.

You stood there while they buried him deep under the ground clutching onto the yarrow flower necklace you had given to him as his birthday present. At that moment you remembered something.

"Yarrow flower represents marital love and healing but also represents cure for broken heart."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that the irony of your situation. Tears were again flowing down your face.

How is it supposed cure your broken heart when the love of your life had already taken away your heart with him?

-CONTINUE?-

Author's note- Uhm, hello everyone reading this fic. This is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr. If you all want a second part of this fic then do comment because I have a basic concept of what I wanna do. So, bye! Take care you all!

(I am so awkward T-T but I will try to improve. Okay bye for sure now!)

#tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn ritcher x reader #angst #character death

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Creativitwins not feeling good enough hurt/comfort for writing prompts?

Not Good Enough For You

Remus and Roman are struggling to cope with their own issues alone, but maybe, if they were only to bring it up, they could help each other.

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Warnings:

-Just Remus typical stuff

-self-deprecation.

-Roman not taking proper care of himself.

-Food mentions

-Copious mentions of mould.

If there's anything else let me know!

Pairings: Platonic/famelial Creativitwins

Word Count: 2856

Notes:

See! Superhuman speed, I told you! Did this in only a few hours!! Thanks for the prompt, random Tumblr anon!

If anyone reading has a prompt in mind, feel free to throw it at me on! I'll do most things :) No NSFW though! I'll put a more specific list of do's and dont's on an intro post when I eventually get round to it.

I love them being good brothers so much. You have no idea how much my heart longs for more Roman & Remus interaction in the actual series, I love them so much.

The creative flow was suffering, Thomas wasn't having nearly as many ideas as usual and none of the ones he did have ever seemed good enough. All of the sides could see that Roman had overworked himself. They had noticed him being gone in the imagination for longer and longer every time he went, they noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

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Any of the sides with an ounce of observational skills could see that Roman wasn't ok.

Even though they all noticed, not one of them stopped to ask if he needed anything though, in fact, they were all too busy with their own things to help him.

Logan was too busy to brainstorm, Patton was too busy to watch a movie, Janus was too busy doing whatever it was he did all day- Roman never wanted to bother him. And at this point, he was certain Virgil was tired of Roman hanging out in his room when he was feeling a little down.

Everyone knew that Roman was suffering, but no one knew what to do about it.

What everyone seemed to forget was that Roman was only half of a whole, and the work suffering wasn’t all Roman.

Only one side noticed that Remus wasn’t ok either.

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Roman was having an especially bad day today.

He was pretty sure the root of that bad day was the once again completely unproductive meeting with Thomas. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t eaten yet today and it was almost time for dinner, could it be that he hadn’t showered in a week?

Shaking his head, Roman refocused on the blank document in front of him, he had to get something down, come on, there must be something he could get down on the page. Surely he could produce something? Something to show that he wasn’t as worthless as he felt.

Because seriously? What was he without the stories he created? What was he without the witty nicknames and the poses and snide remarks, who was he without the costume and the sword, really?

He may be creativity, but he was nothing more than his creations, the Prince persona he had fashioned for himself. What was he without that?

Useless, he thought, he was useless without that. Useless to Thomas and to the other sides. Useless to himself.

He needed help, he realised, and he'd exhausted all of his options. He'd gone to sink out before realising that he couldn't be seen by the others in the sorry state he was in, hoodie and sweatpants, greasy hair and disgusting, ugly face.

He couldn't be seen by them and besides, Patton and Logan were doing something together right now, Janus was busy as always and Roman didn't want the snake's help anyway, and Virgil was definitely tired of his endless issues.

This left one option, one that sent a spike of anxiety through his heart, but at this point, Roman just sighed. It was the only option he had left and who knows, maybe his brother would actually be helpful for once.

He sank out to Remus' room.

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Remus stared at his- completely clean and tidy- room in confusion.

Now don’t let this fool you, Remus’ room was never clean and tidy, just like him. Remus couldn’t stand the smell of cleaning products and he was even allergic to soap itself, he never cleaned his room, let alone himself. Usually, it was a hot garbage pile on which he fucking slept. He liked to keep the place stinking of mould with puddles of slime and weird little bugs that scuttled around his floor. He enjoyed the broken glass that usually littered the floor, poised just right to take out your foot if you stepped slightly wrong.

Remus never cleaned, never, unless… unless he was in a much worse place than usual.

And he’d even showered this time. Which was… absolutely shit, now his skin was itchy and red from the soap, but his hair wasn’t slick with oil for once and he didn’t smell like mould and dung,

He wasn’t in a good place, he never really was- being the embodiment of intrusive thoughts and all but this was an even worse place than he was usually in, and that was a feat in itself. Ever since Jan-Jan had let him fuck around with the light sides directly he’d been feeling… weird.

“Yes Remus, lovely lyrics, well done,” Logan had said, and why had that made his chest feel tight and his heart flutter at the- sarcastic, he knew it was sarcastic- compliment.

“You have importance,” Logan again, and how difficult it had been to keep ignoring the guy when he said something like that, Remus had felt the urge to glomp Logan when he had spoken, but he’d needed to get his point across, so for once, he’d restrained from doing something he wanted to do.

It was weird because Remus never got compliments, those two were the only two times he could think of- recently anyway- that he’d had something even relatively nice said to him. Usually, it was “Go away, Remus!” “Shut up Remus!” “That’s disgusting, Remus!” which… well that last one he usually took as a compliment, but the first two…

Even as the embodiment of intrusive thoughts- yes, those things everyone wanted to get rid of- Remus couldn’t help but feel like shit when the others said that they hated him or told him to go away, he loved talking and sharing all his fun ideas! He was blunt and truthful and interesting too! Or at least, Snakey had told him that. The others didn’t seem to agree though and that was his problem, the others. This yucky gross feeling had only started when he’d been allowed to talk to them. When they started hurling the insults directly at him instead of randomly into the void. It was like they forgot that he was creativity too. His ideas formed the base for Roman’s. Roman created all the details, the funny bits, and filtered out all the gore and grossness to make something presentable and useful to Thomas. Remus provided the raw material, the substance, the big bits and pieces that would put the idea there in the first place.

Without Roman, nothing he created was worth anything, and without him? Without him, Roman couldn’t create at all.

He thought it was a little unfair, to be honest, Roman seemed to hate him so much yet relied on him to do his job. Where he realised it or not? And… then we get back to the cleaning.

His messy room was often his source of inspiration, he saw a particularly interesting-shaped piece of mould growing out of his bedpost and thought ‘Woah wouldn’t that make an awesome monster?’ or… something. See? Remus was too out of it to even think of thinking of an idea! And now all his mould and grossness was gone, and he was sad and cold and lonely- yes that’s what it was- he craved something but he wasn’t even sure what, he wanted positive reinforcement, maybe a ‘that’s a good idea’ once in a while! Was it too much to ask to even consider his contributions?

Remus groaned and flopped back on his clean, laundry-detergent-smelling bedsheets and tried very, very hard not to cry.

“Woah,”

Remus shot up, eyes wide only to see his brother, whose face seemed to reflect his own in its shockedness. Here Roman stood- pristine, perfect, pretty boy Roman, in all of his sweatpants and greasy depressing glory.

“You look like a mess,” Remus said, it was the truth, Roman looked nothing like he did usually, which… wasn’t right. It wasn’t right at all, in fact, it seemed just as wrong as his room being clean. And not only was Roman a mess, but he wasn’t wearing the prince outfit he literally lived in, so… what the hell else was Remus supposed to say.

“Oh hoho-” Roman said with none of his usual dramatics as he looked at Remus, “Oh how the turns have tabled.”

And Remus laughed, he laughed too loud and too high, sounding like scraping metal on ceramic, but why not laugh at something that was funny, especially with Roman’s deadbeat tone? The exhausted look on his brother’s face turned into something that was almost a smile.

“Seriously though Ro-bro,” Remus said, bouncing to stand up, “You ok? You never let yourself get this gross, that’s my thing,”

“No,” Roman said simply, not looking him in the eye, without so much as a hesitation, “I’m not ok,”

“Oh-”

“Are you ok?” Roman asked before he could continue, “You’re room’s clean,”

“I’m not ok- but- but when am I ever ok? Intrusive thoughts!” Remus said with a laugh that felt too fake after he’d been able to let out that real one, Roman looked at him and… Remus felt himself deflate, “No… I’m… even less ok than usual,”

“Ok,” Roman nodded, Remus couldn’t help but stare.

“Ok?”

“Yeah that’s- that’s ok,” Roman said, now he was looking at him properly, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Is there anything I can do to help you ?” Remus asked back, leaning much further into Roman’s space than he should.

“Hey! I asked you first!” Roman cried, offended, but he didn’t push Remus away.

“Yeah but I asked with more emphasis !” Remus retaliated with a grin, "I even used italics!"

“Yeah- well- I-” Roman stopped, before drooping with a sigh, “Ok fine, you win,”

“Fuck yeah now go take a shower, asshole,” Remus yelled, shoving Roman in the direction of his bathroom- which had also been cleaned, so Roman was lucky for once. His brother went without a fuss and closed the door to the bathroom. Whilst he was gone, Remus attempted to bring some mess back into his room, he’d leave the bathroom for now, though.

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“So… I’ve done something, now it’s your turn, what do you need?” Roman asked once he returned, he was adamantly ignoring the tiny amounts of mould that had managed to grow back into the corners.

“Oh- um…” Remus trailed off, it was rare that he had nothing to say, even rarer were moments when he was afraid to say something, Roman didn’t push him though, he just waited, shifting a little awkwardly, “Can… you give me a hug?”

“‘Course,” Roman said with a nod, he opened his arms, “As long as there’s no slime involved,”

“No slime, pinkie promise,” Remus said before launching himself into Roman’s arms. He hadn’t gotten a hug in so long he’d almost forgotten what it felt like, his brother was so warm- were people usually that warm? Or was that just because he hadn’t had a hug in so long he’d forgotten what it felt like?

“I’m so useless, Re,” Roman muttered into his shoulder after a long moment of silence which Roman must've been using to think himself into a dark shadowy pit, “I’m- I’m such a pathetic little-”

“Hey!” Remus interrupted him, smacking him on the shoulder as hard as he could, “I’ll have to beat you up with my morningstar if you keep talking shit about my brother like that,”

Roman laughed, but it was wet and kind of sad and Remus realised a little too late that he was crying, “Thanks, Re…”

“You’re welcome! Now- who made you think that? I just wanna talk,” Remus said in a way that was as threatening as possible even as he stood in the middle of the room hugging his tearful brother.

“No one, I suppose, myself, maybe,” Roman said quietly, “I just… can’t put anything down on paper that’s good enough, you know? I’m the one they expect to come up with all the great ideas and there’s just… nothing there,”

“That…” Remus said quietly, “Um, might actually be my fault, which by definition would make me the one who isn’t good enough,”

“No, absolutely not,” Roman said, smacking him in the same way as him, “If I don’t get to be self-deprecating neither do you, brother,”

“That just takes out all the fun!” Remus whined, “Maybe we’re both just useless fucks,”

“Yeah… maybe,”

“You were supposed to disagree with me, dickhead,” Remus smacked him again, the physical contact from the hug was nice and… well he could get used to this, It may be the one secret he’d take to his grave, but he actually really missed being close with his brother, Maybe he could let himself dare to hope that this would be the beginning of getting that back.

“Here’s an idea,” Roman said quietly, pulling back from the hug a little- but not quite enough for Remus to get annoyed with the loss of his human furnace brother, “What if we worked together? We could- I dunno- help each other brainstorm or something. Maybe? I mean- I don’t want to be annoying or anything so if you don’t wan-”

“Roman,” Remus said, “Shut the fuck up and remember who you’re talking to, you’re not the annoying one, that’s my job,”

“So… brainstorming?” Roman asked, the hopeful look on his face almost making Remus want to vomit with something that wasn’t negative, though he couldn’t quite identify the feeling either.

“You’re never getting rid of me now, RoRo,” Remus grinned. Before he heard Roman’s stomach make a noise that more befitted a great beast, their eyes met slowly, “Ro… how long has it been since you last ate?”

“I… um…” Roman said before he began to mumble and count on his fingers, “Yesterday… lunchtime? Maybe… I can’t remember,”

Remus shook his head, fishing something out from his pocket, “Unacceptable, here, have a deodorant stick,”

“Remus I can’t eat this,” Roman said, giving him a look, Remus rolled his eyes so far he was pretty sure he saw the inside of his brain.

“ Fine ,” He pouted, snatching the stick back, “But don’t think you’re getting out of eating that easily, c’mon we’re gonna raid the kitchen!”

And, in a feat of childish dramatics that only Roman could pull off, he dropped to the floor in a heap, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead as he mimicked a woeful expression.

“I can’t,” Roman said, voice breathlessly, “I mustn't I’m simply far too tired and hug-deprived,”

“Dork,” Remus shook his head before tutting, “We’re going whether you like it or not,”

“Wait-”

Remus bent down and in one easy sweep grabbed Roman’s ankles, by which he dragged his brother out of the door. Thankfully Roman didn’t struggle, just let himself be dragged along the hallway with a pouty face and crossed arms. Remus deposited him on the floor in the kitchen before striding over to the fridge to begin attempting to work out what the hell normal people ate- he usually just ate deodorant with the occasional mouldy bread or gone off milk (it added to the flavour).

In the end, he’d emerged from the fridge with an amalgamation of foodstuffs. A tub of ice cream, a packet of apples and a block of cheese. Next, he searched the cupboards, finding some non-mouldy bread, a banana, an entire basket draw of crisp packets and a packet of chocolate-coated biscuits. It wasn’t his style, but he was sure Roman would be fine with it.

“You’re gonna have to get yourself to the couch,” Remus said, kicking Roman’s leg on his way as his arms were full, “I’m gonna find some shit on the TV to put on.”

“Mkay…” Roman mumbled, picking himself up from the floor and wandering over to the couch, snapping some blankets into existence. Remus managed to find a channel that was only playing Family Guy reruns for the next five hours and put those on, thinking they could both use a bit of a laugh at stupid slightly controversial jokes.

Together they sat on the sofa, picking at the horrible range of snacks Remus had found until Roman fell asleep and Remus took a moment to wonder when his brother had slept last. Remus might be used to having the worst sleep schedule in the mindscape, but that didn’t mean he wanted the same for his brother. Thinking about sleep he should probably do that too, but his room still smelled disgustingly clean so he couldn’t go back there and besides, it was comfy and warm here.

In the end, he decided he would just lie down on top of his brother and fall asleep there, it was better than nothing, right?

—-

Both of their days had ended on a far better note than they had started, just from helping each other out just that little bit. Roman thought that he should really check up on his brother more often. Remus lay on top of him in the dark commons, snoring loudly and drooling a little onto the blanket, which was disgusting but… Roman could tolerate it. Going to Remus today might have been the best thing he could have done and maybe…

Maybe their broken relationship was mendable after all.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #roman sanders #ts roman #ts remus #remus sanders #creativitwins #rowans writings

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dianalolihikki · 4 days

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Hey!💜🩷

Today I have the strength and desire to write a post again, so maybe it was a one-day writing crisis,if you can talk about a writing crisis when you write a diary on Tumblr xD

Here it is not necessary to write long posts. On the contrary, I feel that long posts like mine are definitely less read. Seemingly uncool, but on the other hand it provides me with more anonymity, so there is also less chance that someone from my social circle will end up here, so another advantage xD

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Today I'll start with what I was supposed to describe yesterday, but I was too lazy for that xD

Now, at least in my country it is Friday evening, which is the beginning of my most disliked days - the weekend.

Today, however, I'm in such a good mood that I think I'll get through it somehow, my mother is not so drunk yet, maybe she hasn't even been drinking at all. After all, tomorrow her new car will appear in our yard, so she will probably want to test it xD it will be a blue Alfa Romeo ⭐.

Back on topic,today I'm in such a good mood that I think I'll make it. But the worst will be the long May weekend, which in my country will last from the first to the sixth of May.

Do I write about negative things even in a good mood? I must be terribly toxic.

Nevertheless, the plan is that perhaps for the long weekend we will go with my mother to my once mentioned here aunt. Generally with my sensory hypersensitivity I don't know if I'll swallow anything there, but I broke through once,so maybe I'll be able to do it a second time.

A year ago when I was with my mother at my grandmother's house I broke through and ate dinner. It was bought with a huge brawl on my part which I am ashamed of, but somehow I managed. ⭐

My grandmother has been a Jehovah's Witness for several years. Every year she goes in the summer for a week-long convention,I think it's called a congress. My mother and I always go to her place then,in this wilderness with no internet and no showers. I then have the opportunity to overcome my sensory disorder which usually does not work out xD

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Now I try so hard to write about the positives that only negative things come to my mind,and I promised myself that I would write honestly and if I had a worse day I would already panic that I am not honest xD

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I'm surprised at myself that I have so much energy in me, since I was sitting with my phone in my hand until 1 a.m. and when I tried to go to sleep it was a combination of the full moon, emotions from the whole day, intrusive thoughts and a ghost stories that didn't let me sleep.

Intrusive thoughts are quite common in people born prematurely. And when my brain is at its limit it's even more so.

Today I was worried about whether I already want to be no longer childish, girly and want to be feminine and mature. It seems like nothing, but for me these first qualities are the definition of me, my aesthetics, and I don't want to lose it. Well, but as I said,it's probably just my intrusive thoughts that did not let me sleep. I don't even know what exactly made me have them,probably fatigue.

I set my alarm clock for nine in the morning,because I wanted to be ready for K's visit.

K was supposed to arrive to sign a declaration that I had state physiotherapy in April.

Immediately after breakfast I went out on the terrace with my phone. I decided to myself that I would leave the reading for even warmer days.

Then he texted me that I would, however, sign this declaration during our Monday therapy. And that's a very fine decision. Later, B and I came to the conclusion that it was simply not worth it for him to come to me in the countryside, so many kilometers just to get a few signatures.

Today my mother told me that maybe it's just that K has a girlfriend who might be jealous and therefore doesn't want her beloved to have other girls in his Facebook friends.

If this is the case then I sincerely feel sorry for him having such a toxic relationship. Anyway, I'm not even some girl,just his patient.

Although it seems to me more that K wants to keep a professional distance.

Yet this excessive jealousy reminded me not only of my younger brother's girlfriend, but also of A.

After all, at our last therapy she admitted that she is jealous of every female patient around J, even a patient who is three years old. She knows this is unhealthy and wants to control it.

On the one hand, it surprised me, because she herself used to encourage me in joking to hug J, but if it was already happening in front of her eyes she was strangely silent at that moment.

Once out of the corner of my eye I even noticed that right after the therapy at which he hugged me he hugged her, as if he was apologizing to her for something. Or maybe it seemed that way to me? But her words were evidence of something else.

Could it be that she wants to convey to me with this last conversation that she is jealous of me? It fits with her self-doubt.

On the other hand, after all, she herself knows very well that I am a neurodivergent (she is, too, by the way) and she knows that it is necessary to speak directly to me. But maybe her complexes won out over her sanity?

Or maybe she never genuinely liked me?

Or it's like D. said, she just trusted me enough to say it,and if she was jealous of me it was independently of her, and at the same time she liked me.

I would also add that I think even I sensed that she might not like my hugging J.

When they took me to their place,I somehow instinctively stayed away from J in the physical sense, I also tried not to stare at him and not to spend too much time with him during these meetings. I even was successful, although when these meetings took place at the exact camps where I didn't have therapy with J ( and these happened)I wasn't going to keep my emotional distance. He even told me once that my pupils widened when I looked at him. He said it was ok, but what if he meant something else? If it was a warning not to do it?

Because I doubt he would flirt with me, whether in the presence of his girlfriend or in general.

Or maybe? What if he did?

I think I'm crazy.

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Who is D? He is an online friend of mine, we met on an Internet chat room. I often tell him my life with details,and he doesn't expect anything from me in return.

Although sometimes I wonder if he is hitting on me. It is quite possible, although he remains a faithful companion.

Today I told him about the therapy with K. He stated that I don't need to be friends with K because I have him (xD)

Then I told him about A and J's vacation in Albania

He asked if they were sending me pictures.

I admitted that no, that I found out about everything from Facebook and Instagram.

Even D, the guy who claims that A and J adore me, said that this reflects poorly on their affection for me

I replied him back that I always knew that I liked them more than they liked me.

To this he that maybe it's just not as bad as I think.

I hope so too

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Today I went for a walk with B.

Let me start by saying that she brought me lilac again which smells in my room.💜

The walk passed quite nicely, without any distractions, despite the fact that we were accompanied by my doggie.`🦮

At the end of the day, a delicious apple pie was waiting for me.

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I am ending for today,because I feel tired,besides it is already late.

As a reward for writing so long, I will eat a Kinder chocolate and drink an soda.🩷

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praublem-child · 4 months

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Fuck my body. I want a different one. Idec what it looks like, but I hate this sack of meat that barely gets pushed into functioning on a good day.

(This was in my drafts from August? Idk why I didn’t post it but here ig)

I had a college event today that was mandatory for freshman, and I went despite my nonexistent ability to function. I felt like I was dying the whole time, and the scary fucking thing is that idk if I could have actually died or not. My next cardiology appointment isn't until Friday and idk what's safe to do and what's not. Keeping up with the group had my heartrate hitting 188bpm, and it didn't go below 115 a single time during the whole thing.

The "meet your success coordinator" section was right after it hit 188 and I was so nauseous and close to passing out that I don't even remember anything beyond being asked my name and giving it. The next thing I remember after that was me almost falling getting out of my seat and losing the teacher in the halls when I went looking. I was supposed to work out my plan with her for the coming semester today.

Everything after that is kinda a blur. I know I spent it with my best friend and that I lost my phone at some point, but I don't even know when I lost it. I didn't make it to the class picture because I had to stop before I puked and my vision was so blurry and spotty that I couldn't see the ground in front of me. I sent him ahead of me and I don't remember anything again until he was handing me my phone and sitting with me. Then I called my ride to pick me up instead of even attempting to walk back to the parking garage across campus. I laid down once I could move again and managed to get my hr down to 123 before my ride showed up, and the trip home was slightly more coherent.

I threw up once we parked at home, and idfk what came up. I can't remember if I even ate anything other than breakfast and the smarties I was basically forced to eat on the trip home. I know I didn't eat dinner because I remember being nauseous and when my friend went through line for me anyway my hands were shaking too much to hold the fork. I had a few sips of water at some point that made me gag, and I think he might've gotten a few bites of a cupcake into me? That was just after we sat down though and I wasn't thinking clearly enough to remember it.

I got almost shoved into the shower after I got sick, and I passed out on the couch with everything feeling like hell and a migraine that was keeping me from focusing on anything else. I was put for almost four hours, and while I'm feeling a lot better, there's a strong chance that's because my heartrate finally got back down below 100 while I slept and I just finished a sandwich and took some meds. My whole body is still shaking, I still have a mild headache, and everything is still sore, but I'm coherent and not about to collapse. I'm also still jumping between 95-110bpm, and I really hope that that gets back into the 80s range by tommorow, otherwise I'm in for a miserable rest of the week.

Also, fuck anyone who ignored me stumbling and shaking. My friend said I looked like I was dying the entire time and only one person even gave me a second glance, and apparently it was someone he asked about my phone that I almost collapsed in front of. He said he also had to pull me out of the way of others like three times because I couldn't think fast enough to move and they were walking directly toward me without giving enough space to not hit me, let alone my crutch that was keeping me upright.

I doubt he's ever going to see this because he doesn't have tumblr and doesn't even know this blog exists, but like, I'm so fucking sorry. Neither of us wanted to be there and you spent the whole thing babysitting me which probably made it even more miserable for you. Ily, and you're my best friend. Thank you for keeping me alive today.

#chronically ill #pots syndrome?#cane user #migraine #forearm crutches #college

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pocketramblr · 3 years

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Prompt bait:

After being humiliated in class, and then almost drowning in slime, and then told to give up his dreams by his hero, Izuku is having a very bad day. When a creepy old man offers him a quirk in a dark alley, It immediately gets worse, because there is only one creepy old man who gives and takes quirks in dark alleys.

Izuku reacts appropriately

All Might is a lil confused

Izuku, exhausted, watched Kacchan storm off after yelling at him for saving him. It would be another twenty minutes to walk home... Unless he went through the alleyways, then it would just be eight minutes.

Normally, he wouldn't bother. On a day where he'd been attacked by a villain and almost killed, he really shouldn't bother.

But at this point, Izuku was tired. He wanted to shower of the muck and collapse in bed, and the chance of him just getting stabbed in the dark sounded fine, as long as he be left alone to lie on the ground with bleeding it.

So, Izuku decided to take the alleyways.

The setting sun felt dim in the shade of the buildings, darker than normal. Or maybe that was just the trauma of his three near death experiences today talking.

And then a voice called out to him from the shadows.

"Young man! There you are. I saw you out there, it was inspiring really. You moved when none of the heroes would, you, a quirkless boy." Izuku froze, gripping tightly on his backpack straps. His head felt like it was underwater. "You're already more than any of them, than of me. If you had a quirk, you'd be unstoppable. I think it anyone deserves it, it's you."

"What do you mean?" Izuku asks without turning.

"I mean, my quirk is a special one. I can give it to you."

Izuku had heard stories of this online- forum posts about conspiracy theories, about a Boogeyman from the dawn of quirks who could take or give quirk to others. A villain so bad the government didn't want to acknowledge him in history books. A leader of a fierce cult of fighters who opposed both the quirkless government and the early vigilante heroes. A man who was the cause of many heroes dying, powers ripped away in their last moments. A man who would give you a chance, if you were quirkless or had a weak one, but you had to be useful to him.

Izuku wanted to be a hero. Better though to be a quirkless wash up who never came close, than a person with a quirk who used it for villainy.

Footsteps, behind him, set his hair on end, every muscle tense.

"I understand if you want some time to think on my offer, young Midoriya, so-"

He knew Izuku's name.

His body moved before he could think, turning and throwing his bag off at the tall man looming behind him, then sprinting to his home. He got there in three minutes.

His mother fussed over him. He took a shower, then moved to the kitchen to help her with dinner.

The doorbell rang, and Izuku went to check it.

He opened to the door to see All Might there, in the thin form from the rooftop. He coughed, blood into his hand, and lifted up his other- holding Izuku's yellow backpack.

"Ah, this is yours, you left it in that alleyway. I found your address in it, sorry for-"

"All Might!" Izuku gasped, then covered his mouth. "I mean, uh, I mean- have your ever heard of a villain who can take and give quirks?"

All Might coughed again. "How did- yes, young man, but he's dead now."

"He's not." Izuku remembered the feeling in the alleyway, being too scared to even move and look at the man speaking. "He's not and- I'm sorry, I know I've only caused trouble today and not helped with the sludge villain and Kacchan and the roof and everything today- but if you've faced him before, I figure you should know he's back, and, uh, recruiting."

All Might nodded, slowly.

"You've been much more of a help today than you give yourself credit for, kid. Can I get your contact so I can ask more if I need?"

"Uh, sure." Izuku gives it, then lets All Might go with another thanks, with an assurance to his mom that no, no one was at the door.

Walking away, Toshinori is absolutely sure this boy is the right choice for One For All.

But he can't pass that on while All For One is still a threat. Especially not if his successor already is on the villain's radar. He'll take down All For One, then when he's sure the boy is safe, he'll offer the quirk to him again, explaining that the danger he clearly feared in the alleyway is no more, explaining that he's already saved more lives on this day than any hero wannabe, that he should go for his dreams because Toshinori was so, so wrong.

#let's play 'how long do you think they can go before realizing what actually happened in the allyway' i like to think AT LEAST to hosu #anon #pocket talks to people

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envirae · 3 years

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TXT accidentally forgetting your anniversary

genre: fluff, angst, established relationship

pairing(s): txt x gn!reader

warnings: swearing

request: txt realizing they forgot your first anniversary?

choi yeonjun

so we all know he's super extra

so surely he couldn't forget your anni!! right?

he even told you he had the day off that day!!

at first, you think he was PRETENDING to forget

like trying to fool you so he could surprise you

and you were getting ready to act all surprised 😒😒

but you wake up

and no flowers, no greeting, he isn't even THERE

you look in the living room and he's just there on his phone O_O

"hey!"

"oh yeah hey"

he doesn't even look at you

you think he's trying to pull the surprise a little longer

but now it's like six pm

and NOTHING

so you go up to him all 🥺🥺

"did you really forget..? 🥺🥺 "

and he's confused

"your birthday isn't until- OH MY GOD IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY"

"yeah thanks for noticing"

he immediately hugs you really tightly

"I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU ANYTHING-"

buys you a really fancy dinner and cuddles you 🤧🤧

you're a little upset but he really does make it up to you!!

rest of members under the cut !

choi soobin

i feel like he isn't really one to do over the top dates

so you didn't expect TOO much

but at least like a card or a kiss or something 😧😧

he had work that day

which first of all :/ but what can he do about it 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

and when he got home

he just greeted you normally

"hey y/n, i'm home!"

and then went to take a shower and go upstairs

you: 😦😦

after he's out of the shower you're siting there like 😶😶

and he's like "is everything okay...?"

"binnie, what day is it?"

"uhh if i remember correctly its- OH NO TODAY IS-"

he just looks at you super super guilty

"i'm really really sorry i forgot. forgive me?"

you're a little 😔 but you know he's been really stressed recently

"you better not forget again, or else i'll be really mad!!"

gives u tons of hugs and kisses and love 🤧

choi beomgyu

he's a little forgetful sometimes...

although

you really didn't think he would forget your anniversary !!

but alas, once more, you wake up alone

you were a little bit O_O but kinda brushed it off bc 🤷‍♀️

you kinda gave him little hints all day

because you really REALLY wanted him to remember on his own

"did we have any plans for today?"

"none that i remember"

"today is such a wonderful day, isn't it?"

"it's raining outside"

O_O

eventually you give up 😔

and now ur a little sad

and he notices but he doesn't really wanna bother you

so he waits until the next DAY

he sees a post from yesterday on his phone

and is like "that date seems familiar 🤔🤔"

literally cannot remember

so he goes through his calendar

literally face 😶->😨

"Y/N YESTERDAY WAS OUR ANNIVERSARY I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT HOW CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU"

you: 😕

him: 🥺

he had to agree to do anything you want for the next WEEK so you would forgive him O_O

kang taehyun

i feel like he isn't too forgetful

so you didn't expect him to forget

he always prides himself on his good memory too 😒

so the day before

you strolled in like "so what's the plan for tomorrow~"

"what's tomorrow? i have work"

you: 🧍‍♀️

you just nod and walk away

he's probs pranking you right?? right???

but alas, he actually goes to work O_O

he spends the WHOLE day away from you and doesn't even text you 😔

and you literally rant to beomgyu over the phone bc ur so sad

and taehyun JUST SO HAPPENS to be passing by

and you're so loud he hears it 😭😭

he literally PANICS

RUNS out of the building and rushes home with flowers in his hands

"taehyun aren't you supposed to be at work wtf-"

"I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT"

"you never forget things tho..."

"I KNOW I'M SORRY I DON'T HAVE AN EXCUSE"

you: 😕😕😕

"let me make it up to you?"

takes you out for a city date and buys you a fancy dinner and just showers you with affection nonstop 😭😭

huening kai

i feel like he's another forgetful one??

idk gives me that vibe 🤔🤔

honestly, you expected him to forget ://

like you didn't EXPECT EXPECT it

but you aren't that surprised

but you're tired of spelling things out for him!!

so you leave little hints

"we've been dating for a while now, haven't we?"

"today is so nice"

"KAI KAMAL HUENING IT'S OUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY"

yeah, you snap

he's a little dense 😭😭

literally goes

"huh what"

and then your words register

"HUH WHAT"

ur just there like 😐😐

"ACTUALLY?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME"

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST KNOW"

"AHHHH I'M SORRY"

i feel like he gets all apologetic 🥺🥺

like he feels really really bad for forgetting

and gives u a bunch of kisses and cuddles and just apologizes for the next WEEK 🤧🤧

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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☆.｡.:*touch me till midnight .｡.:*☆

Reader and harry on their honeymoon and they get a little freaky.. well a lot

Genre: smutty, NSFW(read at your own risk)

Warning: oral, blow job intercourse, dirty talking, sweet talking

Pairing: harry styles x reader

Word count: 3k

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission

Comment and reblogs welcome

Only press Read more if you're ready

Birds chipped outside your window, a cool breeze blew through making the curtain move, you laid in the king size bed waking up from your sleep. You and Harry had just gotten to Greece last night from your wedding. Of course your wedding was the most magical thing ever. You and Harry had tied knot and now you were Mr and Mrs Styles.

You both didn't waste anytime getting to Greece for your honeymoon. Harry had been holding off on intercourse, he thought he was going to make it far, but when he saw you in your killer wedding dress he was set on edge. Last night when you got to Greece you both went at it a couple of times even though it was the middle of the night. It was worth it and you both couldn't wait to make so many more moments worth it your whole honeymoon week.

"good morning darlin'." You turned around to the door to see harry walking in shirtless with a tray of food in his hand. "Good morning." You laughed sitting up against the headboard. Harry sat the tray over your lap, it was filled with orange juice, pancakes, waffles, eggs, and bacon. "I made it myself." Harry announced happily as sat down beside you.

"this is very nice harry." You leaned over kissing his check. "Thank you." "You're welcome. Well eat up because there's a lot we're going to do today. Going to go down to the water, take a deep 'n and then go Out shopping and for lunch. Maybe we'll go back to the water, but we'll see." Harry took a piece of bacon, popping it into his mouth. He got up right after he kissed your cheek. "I'm going to take a shower now."

He walked away to the bathroom sitting off of the room. An muffled okay came from your mouth due to the food that was currently in it.

You finished up Breakfast in less than 10 minutes. Harry was still in the bathroom when you finished, You decided to go and Join him.

You walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Harry wiped his hands over the foggy glass to see you. "What you doin wifey?" You snickered at his nickname for you. "I came to join you."

You pulled off His your shirt and panties. You tossed them on the floor, you climbed into the shower with Harry. The warm water ran down your body making you moan. Harry smirked as he watched you throw your head. Your wet breast came into his view, harry felt his dick rise a little at the sight.

You opened your eyes seeing Harry's on your chest. You smirked. "My eyes are up here Mr styles." Harry tore his eyes away from your chest, he was blushing like a teenager boy. "Sorry."

"don't apologize." You leaned in kissing him seducingly. Harry hand came to your back side, he grabbed your ass harshly pulling you against his hard. His tongue slipped into your mouth making you moan.

You pulled away from him panting. With a second to spare you got down on your knees. You took his member in your hand gently, you placed feather light kisses on it as you looked up at Harry. His mouth fell open and his hand went to the back of your head.

With your eyes still connected to Harry's you licked his tip tasting his precum. Harry let out a moan that was long and deep. You felt yourself get wet and it wasn't from the shower.

You took his length into your mouth, your tongue felt the salty, vainy feeling of his shaft. You moaned when he reached the back of your mouth. Harry watched as you let out a gag. He felt like he was on cloud 9 with that pretty mouth of yours.

You took your left hand as you emptied him out of your mouth. You stroked him looking up into his eyes. "You like that huh?" You spit on him before stroking him some more.

"yes love. Ya'mouth feels so good." He pushed the stray wet hair out of your face. You took him into your mouth again, you bobbled your head up and down him going extra deep. Harry moaned, sucking in his breath sharply. He felt himself twitch in your mouth. "Fuck, 'm going to come baby." Harry grunted out. You looked up at him, you watched his face change as you sticked out your tongue and touched his balls. That was enough to send harry over the edge. His warm seed filled your throat. You moaned at the salty taste but didn't stop your bobbing until harry was pushing you off.

You stood up and kissed harry. He could taste himself on your lips. "You're so good to me baby doll." He mumbled as he pulled away from your mouth briefly. "Yeah well be ready because I'm going to be good to you all week." You kissed him again and chuckled lowly with Harry.

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After yours and Harry's "shower" you both got ready and went down to the beach. Lucky for you both it was quite empty. You were the first to get into the water, It was pretty cool but not to cold.

Despite what you thought harry was a drama queen and thought it was cold. He kept snuggling into you and whining about the temperature. Eventually you got out with harry and decided to sunbath.

Your eyes were shut as the sun beamed down at you. You didn't notice harry looking at you with a smile as you did what you did. He was so in love with you and he was so happy you were his wife forever and always.

"harry you're staring.. again." You opened one eye and peered over at harry. He sighed shutting his book. "I know baby, ya' just beautiful."

"well thank you." You snickered before shutting your eyes again. That didn't last long because you opened your eyes to ask him a question. "You aren't hard again are you?" You looked down to his swimming trunks, sure enough the hot bastard had a tint in his pants. "Harry!" You whispered yelled. "Come on baby, we're on our honeymoon. And besides you look so fucking hot right now." He smirked as he leaned closer to you. You rolled your eyes and kissed him. Before harry can let it get heated you pulled away.

"we're going to enjoy our time at the beach. No sexy time." You shut your eyes going back to sunbathing, Harry's little pout didn't go unnoticed by you either.

Staying at the beach ended up lasting longer than you expected. Harry behaved, you got lunch, and also got in the water again. You were surprised he last another hour at the beach, but when you got back to your suite he wasn't no time.

His hands held your thigh up as he pressed you against the door. You felt him press against your wet swim wear. Harry pulled away "Let's take this off."

You pulled off your wet bikini, tossing them to the hardwood floors. Harry did the same with his swim trunks. taking your hand harry pulled you into the bedroom. He pushed you down on the bed making you giggle. Harry laughed as well as he climbed over you. He kissed you, his slight moans making an appearance. His hands made their way from your waist to in between your thighs. He ran two of his finger through your slick fold making you moan. "Harry please fuck me." You mumbled against his lips as he pulled away. "Be patient doll."

Harry sat up and took his cock in his hand. He was long and no matter how many times you took him it always made you nervous.

Harry pressed his tip into your fold, he went up and down for a few seconds before he he pressed into you. As he sinked further and further you let out a moan, toes curling in the process.

Once harry was further enough in your dripping cunt he began to thrust into you. It picked up in no time as you both adjusted. The room filled with both of your moans.

Harry hammered into you as he held your legs apart. You fluttered around him as you felt him hit your g spot over and over again. "Fuck harry, I'm going to come." "Come for me baby."

Harry leaned down and kissed you to drown out your moans as you came. Harry wasn't far behind, he came deeply in you.

He kept kissing you until you both were down from your high. Harry pulled out of you and plopped down beside you. His chest rose and fell just like yours.

"that was amazing." Harry turned to his side looking at you with a grin. "Yeah it was." You turned over kissing him. "Now let's take a nap until dinner time. What do you say?"

Harry hummed yes, he pressed a kiss against your head, shutting his eyes letting sleep take over his body.

The 5 store dining place harry had picked out for the night was lovely. You got a room in the back where no one was, it had a nice view of the glowing city in the background, pretty lovely. You and Harry chatted of course, harry about his upcoming music and you chatted about your business and how you couldn't wait to put out more ideas. The night went smoothly all the way through dinner.

After dinner you and harry walked back to your room. Harry couldn't help but put his hands on you; even after so much sex this man couldn't get enough.

"harry I have to open the door, stop kissing my neck."

You groaned as you pushed the key into the door. Harry chuckled as kissed your neck one more time and then pulled away. You finally opened the door letting yourself in.

Before you can even get a word out your back was up against the door with Harry's arms caging you. You looked up at the green eyed man who now had a grin on his face. "Why are you always Horny Harold?"

"I don't know, but I think it's because you're extremely hot today." "We had sex twice today."

Harry sighed, "I know but I still haven't got a chance to eat that sweet pussy." Harry voice came to a whisper when his sentence finished.

You growled at his words before you kissed him hungrily ready to give him what he wanted.

It was only the first day of your honeymoon, but you both have had a really decent amount of sex already. That week was going to be crazy and you both were ready for it.

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I didnt read any of this so if there's any mistakes let me know

#harry styles x reader #Harry styles #Harry styles fanfiction #Harry styles smut #Harry styles x you

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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I Miss You 3/3

Jason Todd X Reader

Batfam x Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, showering together

Words:1548

All the fears and worries can melt in one day

Hours after Dami and I looked at the open house, I step out of my doctor's appointment. My little brother Damian in the car waiting for me. I step out of the building and walk to my car. I come to a halting stop seeing a different Wayne.

"B-Bruce" I stammer, shit! I look for, Damian "w-where is Dami?"

"he's home" he answered bluntly

What do I say? Pretty sure he as figured out I'm pregnant "I looked at a open house today.. I love you guys but I think it's--" I stammer as I force the tears back. I don't want to cry.

"we will discuss this further over dinner" he directly said

"I don't want to go home right now" I admitted, I don't want to face the rest of my family right now

"I have something else in mind" he answered

My words stuck in my throat. I was expecting anger but he was calm, though nervous maybe? He steps to the passenger door of the car and opens it. I step into the car, sitting on the passenger seat. Bruce, shuts the door. I take a shaky breath. I really hope I don't start crying. I just am hoping for his approval. The car drive was quiet. We sat in a room with only a few tables. It was just the two of us, Bruce likely not wanting any reporters in a personal family business. I sat on the chair in front of the round table. Bruce sitting next to me.

"is Jay aware of this?" he asked with a stern tone

I roll my eyes irritated with my love "no, I haven't been able to get ahold of him.. I am really sorry that I didn't tell you. No offense but you're kinda hard to read dad" I sigh deeply with a tear falling. So scared of rejection. I dry my tears looking straight at the ground. I don't want to disappoint him.

"Y/N" Bruce said softly I lift my head to face my adopted dad "I'd advise you, to not think I am ashamed of you for any absurd reason. I intend on not allowing you to leave. You are in a delicate state. When we return I'd advise you to sleep" he firmly said seeing that I am lacking sleep no thanks to Jason "I'll see what information I can find on, Jay" he assured

I began to cry of joy. I reach to Bruce and hug him. He carefully wraps his arms around me.

"thank you! Thank you! Thank you, dad!"

"before I forget you are to not leave the Manor without someone to accompany you"

I chuckled with falling tears, he's so protective. Hour's later in the family room at Wayne Manor. I stood in front of my family as my siblings sat on the couches and Alfred stood beside the left couch. Cassandra, softly smiles to me. She didn't have to use words, I knew. She was telling me not to worry. I cleared my throat. Every eye on me. I take a shaky breath. Damn I hope I don't cry. I'm just glad my sister's and Damian aren't rating me out.

"there's something I need to tell you all. I don't know.. If you will be.." I take a shaky breath unable to form any other words, just say it! "I'm pregnant" I blurted out

Alfred's eyes instantly swell and shake. Dammit if he crys I'm gonna cry. Tim, softly chuckled in response. Did he know? Steph probably couldn't keep her mouth shut. I look at my oldest brother with a heavy heart.

"is that why Jay isn't in, Gotham? That asshole!" Dick appalled with a enraged look on his face

Tim, face planted knowing this will not end well. Barbara scolded her boyfriend by hitting his head. Thank you Babs.

"you fool" Damian muttered

Offended I abruptly kick Grayson's shin "OUCH!!" he yelled bending his knee upward in pain

"you jerk! He doesn't even know I'm pregnant, and you're lucky you even know, asshole!" I exclaimed with a broken voice on the verge of tears

I step to leave

"congratulations Ms Y/N. I am delighted to hear the beautiful news" Alfred softly said

My heart melts. I softly smile to him and step out of the room through the hallway to the staircase. I go to my room taking Bruce's advice. That evening after a, small nap I hear my door knocking.

"who is it?" I asked

"your favorite brother!" Grayson said

"you kinda lost that title" I said irritated

"c'mon Y/N I'm sorry... Would you please open the door so I can make things right with you" he begged

"I don't know.. I'm still pretty angry about what you said about, Jason" I said annoyed

"I have a present for your baby" he said in bribing tone

I open the door seeing Grayson holding a small stuffed toy elephant. I lightly shake my head. I hold it and see Tim smiling as he walks up with my favorite bowl of fruits. I feel my hormones getting the best of me. This is probably one of the sweetest things they've done for me.

"Aww you two are gonna make me cry" I said with a brittle voice

"that mean you forgive me?" Dick asked with a hopeful tone and smile

"hmm, fine"

"ha! Told you it'd work!" Grayson exclaimed gratefully

"please" Tim rolled his eyes "just cause she forgave your stupid ass, doesn't mean you are the 'favorite" he smiles to me "I'll be the favorite don't worry Y/N" Tim kindly said

Moments later in my bathroom alone. I strip down to nothing so I can take a shower. I gasp as the door opens I turn seeing, Jason!! Before he could say or do anything I ran and captured him into a passionate kiss. He parts with a smirk. My arms around his neck and his on my face

"well hello to you to sexy" he smirks realizing I'm entirely exposed

"dammit, Jason" I lay my forehead on his, my lips tremble as I grip his collar "I was so scared"

His face drops "I know. I'm so fucking sorry. Roy, didn't tell me it was going to be so dangerous" he apologized "my fucking phone couldn't pick up signal" he growled to himself

"it's OK I was, just was so worried about you" I began to cry "I m-missed you so much!"

"I know" he kisses my cheek "I missed you to beautiful"

He holds my arms Jason gazes me up and down my body. TELL HIM!! My breath hitches with my needed word's trapped in my throat as his eyes stop at my swollen abdomen. My muscles tense up and my heart races. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He remains silent. I take a shaky breath.

"J-Jason" I softly said my words stuck in my throat, as I cried. Please don't be mad

"I'm a fucking dumbass for leaving" he said with a brittle voice

I shake my head still unable to form words as I cry. Jason, strips down. We both step into the shower, together. He turns the water on. His hand within inches of bump. Jason, carefully ran his knuckles up and down my bump. Jason, began to stutter

"hey, look at me" I told him, he lifts his head to me his eyes swelling "don't you dare start to blame yourself for anything.." I began sobbing that made him frown, I can't believe he's really home! "the b-baby is going to love you"

He kissed me deeply. I part from his lips. He began to weep my heart sinks. He kisses my cheek. Afterwards Jason and I wearing our pajamas. Both of us in my bed the soft covers laid on our legs. My head resting on his arm. He had his large hand on my bump gently rubbing it with his thumb. I am so sleepy, Jason's soothing touch is nearly too much.

"so besides the obvious. Anything else happen while I was gone" he whispered with a yawn

"well, I hope you don't mind I told Dami he could come have quality time with the baby, whenever he wants to"

"fine by me love" he softly smiled

"oh! I almost forgot I went to a open house. I want you to look tomorrow" I said running my fingers through his hair

He chuckled softly warming my heart "wouldn't happen to be the disease infected and haunted house"

"how did you..." I was surprised

"my damn phone blew up when I finally got signal. Damian was hellbent on telling me that any house you told me about was horrifically unsafe and a bunch of shit, that I needed to come home right away" he rolls his eyes at himself "but before you have another reason to kill my stupid ass. I didn't call or text you because I wanted to surprise you" he fondly looks at my bump "but I guess you surprised me"

I smile softly placing my hand above his own "believe me it was a surprise to me to" then for the first time, I feel a gentle kick from our child

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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acquainted | eight

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.6k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy and slight possessiveness, making out

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 @thebeebi (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Should we go to that charity event the school is holding on Friday? It sounds kind of fun." Ryujin sipped on her drink, while you went through your closet, showing her different outfits over the facetime call.

"What's it for again?"

"I don't remember, but the Golden State Warriors dj is going to be dj'ing. He's pretty good."

"Yeah he is. I mean, I'm down, especially if it's for a good cause."

"Okay, I'll grab us tickets when I head to campus."

"You're not even gonna ask Jimin or Tae?" You chuckle.

"Why would I? They do everything we do, they don't know anything outside of us." You shake your head.

"Cut them a little slack."

"Boohoo, they'll say yes regardless. Bring Jungkook!"

"I mean, I'll ask, but I'm not gonna force him."

"Oh quit, I'm sure he'd be happy to spend time with you." She looked at you through the camera. "K, let me see that outfit."

"He said casual." You showed her your outfit in the full length mirror.

"Absolutely, yes! You're fucking hot." She squeals, automatically solidifying your outfit for tonight. It, thankfully, wasn't too cold in the Bay today, so you throw on a grey distressed denim mini skirt, a low-cut light grey longsleeve, a belt and some heeled combat boots. You ruffled and fixed your hair a bit until you were satisfied with your look, picking up the phone once more to turn your attention back to Ryujin.

"Thank you."

"No problem, babe. I hope you have fun! Did he say where you two were going?"

"Nope, it's apparently a surprise."

"Ugh, I love him already." She gushes, causing you to shake your head. You dabbed a bit of lip gloss and pressed your lips together to spread it out before spraying a perfume cloud for you to walk through. Sooner or later, knocks came at the door.

"Okay, I think that's him. I'll talk to you later?"

"Call me as soon as you get home. I want to know how big his dick actually is."

"You're sick. You sound exactly like Tae, you know that?"

"We're not talking about him."

"Love you, bye!" You abruptly hang up on her, unsure of why the hell you deal with her and Taehyung's crude comments. You grab your bag and open the door to see Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers. He peeks his head over the bouquet with the cutest smile you have ever seen.

"Hi." He slightly scrunches his nose and pulls you into a hug. Goddamn, does he smell good. "These are for you." He hands you the bouquet.

"Jungkook, they're beautiful. Thank you." You take it into your kitchen and place it into a vase really quickly before stepping out. You eye him from head to toe, and boy is looking like a whole ass meal in the denim outfit he has on. Like, who in the world could pull off this outfit like that?

"You look amazing." You blush. "If you ever get cold, just let me know, alright? I can spare my jacket."

"You're so sweet."

"Just want to make sure you're comfortable." He shrugs. "You ready?"

"Depends on what you have up your sleeve."

"Nothing extreme, if that's what you're thinking." He laughed. "I hope you enjoy it, though."

"Thanks for planning all of this, by the way."

"No biggie. I'm just glad to finally spend some time with you." He does a little run to open the passenger car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. Immediately, he gets the car started and turns up the heat to make sure you're comfortable. The radio is softly playing Zayn's sHe, with Jungkook softly singing along.

"Wait a minute," You chuckle. "Do you sing?" He smirked.

"Maybe."

"Hey, that's not fair. Sing louder."

"No, now I'm shy." He chuckled.

"Why? It's just me."

"Yeah and I just wanna impress you and not make a fool out of myself."

"You won't! Please." You pouted, making him shake his head.

"Ugh, Y/N. That's going to easily become a weakness for me if you keep pulling that pout." You keep pouting. Eventually, he gets over himself and starts to sing a little louder than earlier, causing your heart to flutter at how angelic he sounds. He ends up laughing towards the end and shrugging it off, his cheeks tinted with a rosy tint as you shower him in compliments. Swoon. You were so into the moment that you didn't even realize Jungkook was taking you across the bridge to San Francisco. You and your friends don't come to the city much, strictly because there's too many goddamn hills, parking is expensive as fuck, there's too many one way streets and people just get crazy as hell [like crossing the street when it's not time to walk?!]. It was a little calmer back home and that's all you guys needed. You watch as he parks the car effortlessly on a steep hill before coming over to your side to open the door for you.

"Whew, that's gonna be a workout later." You look back at the steep hill that you're gonna have to climb after eating dinner, you assume.

"Don't worry, I got you." He laughs. There's actually a lot of people out for a Tuesday evening that you end up hanging onto his arm to get navigate the random sea of people. He walks into Brenda's French Soul Food - nothing too fancy, but nothing too casual. The waitress brings you both towards the back end of the restaurant and out into the patio, where there are christmas lights hung around the fence and outdoor heaters posted. He pulls out your chair before sitting himself down, the waitress putting down your menus and cups of water.

"Ohhhhh, my god." You say with heart eyes looking at the menu. You had heard about this place from so many people, and you were impressed that Jungkook was able to score reservations being that it's always so busy due to its popularity. "I'm so excited! I've been wanting to try this place."

"Goodjob, Jungkook." He says, patting himself on the back. "If you're happy, that's all I could ask for." The waitress comes back to offer recommendations, which you both include in your orders in one way or another. Although packed, the restaurant was able to pump out orders quickly and efficiently so you and Jungkook weren't sitting around for too long without food.

"So, how's Jin in class?" You almost choke on your food even though this is something you should have expected. You really wanted to avoid speaking about him tonight, but you knew it was inevitable being that you were out with his brother.

"Um, he's alright."

"Just alright?" He rose his eyebrow and chuckled.

"No, sorry. I mean, he's a really good teacher. Definitely better than our last professor. Everyone in class loves him."

"That's cool. Yeah, he's really smart and wise. I've always looked up to him."

"How long has it been?" You weren't sure how to ask the question, but Jungkook understood what you were asking.

"I was a sophomore in high school when my mom met his dad." You're silent for a moment, allowing him to continue on if needed. "I had a really hard time at first, you know? The whole stepfather thing. My anger was moreso directed towards my mom and my stepdad for awhile. But Jin helped me out a lot. He helped me come to terms with my feelings about everything and he stuck by my side, always had my back whenever I got into arguments or bickered with one of our parents." You nodded, suddenly feeling guilty even though you and Jungkook weren't a couple.

"So, you two are really close." He nodded.

"Yeah, we are. I really don't know what I'd do without him. He's taught me a lot and helped me grow. Plus, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have been around too. They treat me like their own little brother.”

"That's sweet. It's nice to have that kind of relationship with your sibling and their friends." You chuckle.

"It is." He nods. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Ryujin, Taehyung and Jimin." He laughs.

"From the club, right? I met your friends, they're fun people."

"They're too much, honestly. I'm the only child, but we've all been stuck to the hip since freshman year in college."

"That's cool that you guys have been together since then." You give him a toothless smile. "I think it's pretty awesome that you guys are tackling grad school together too."

"Initially, we all had different plans, but Jimin had some big goals for himself including grad school, and it played a huge role in my decision to do grad school, too. Then Ryujin followed, then Taehyung."

"Cute."

"Speaking of friends, there's this charity event at school on Friday." You look up at him, a small smirk growing on his face.

"Uh huh?"

"And I was wondering if you wanted to come along with us. They really want you there."

"That's sweet. But, what matters the most is that you want me there."

"I wouldn't be inviting you if I didn't, right?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Touché. Of course I'll go with you, beautiful." He does a small nod before sipping his water. "Should we show up in matching outfits?" He joked, causing you to snort.

"Honestly, that seems pretty entertaining. Cute, and entertaining."

"I'm down if you are." You stuck your tongue out playfully.

"I'm game too."

"Let me know what you're wearing then."

"I will, whenever I figure that out."

"Take your time. Just know you'll look good in anything." You blushed. You both continue to talk over the remaining bits of your food before Jungkook calls for the check. You watch as he scribbles his signature onto the receipt before standing and sticking his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. While exiting the small and crowded restaurant, you hold onto his hand, feeling him grip it tighter as you both successfully make it out. The night isn't too cold, and you sure as hell knew it wouldn't be after you conquered the hill that Jungkook parked on.

"Fuck." You say as you stand on the street, eyeing the steep hill in front of you.

"Come on." He says, slightly bending down for you to hop onto his back.

"Ouu, I don't know if that's a good idea--"

"Y/N, I promise it's okay. Come on." He laughed. Hey, if he was willing to do this, then why not? You hop onto his back, his arms wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, while you clung onto his neck. "See, not so bad, right?" He says, sprinting up the hill, making you laugh and hold onto him tighter.

"Shit, I am so sorry. That was probably a workout. Right after we ate, too."

"Nah. It wasn't anything." He scrunched his nose. On the way back over the bridge, Jungkook is heading towards Lake Merritt. You both are singing along to songs and joking around about topics that pop up here and there. When he parks his car, you notice a whole crowd of people gathered by the lake, which was a little unusual for this time of night. He grabs your hand and gently caresses the top with his thumb as he walks you over towards the crowd. To your surprise, you realize people are gathered here for a water lantern festival. Your eyes light up, making Jungkook smile at how excited you look.

"Jungkook, what the hell! How did you know about this and I didn't?" He shrugs.

"I have my ways." He says, his voice low and deep. You playfully shove him before you make your way over to grab lanterns to decorate. You and Jungkook sit off in a more quiet, calmer part of the lake, silently decorating your lanterns and writing your wishes along with it. What exactly did you want to wish for?

Happy friends, happy family. Happy you.

Whatever happiness meant to you.

To have Chance look over you.

Jungkook is done pretty quickly, but he waits for you to finish, not questioning what you've written since he figures it's a private matter. He shows you his lantern and his cute little stick figure drawing of his family and friends. You giggle, watching him gently lay his lantern in the water, giving you leverage to do the same with yours. You stand closely to him, his body providing you some warmth as you watch your lanterns float off into the lake and illuminate the night along with the others.

"Ready? We have one more thing to catch." He snakes his arm around your waist and gives your side a gentle squeeze. You simply nod, following him back to his car. He takes you about 30 minutes away, exiting and pulling right into a lot two street lights down from the exit. He pulls up to the ticket booth, buying 2 tickets for Tenet at the drive-in movie. You squeal and clap in your seat excitedly, also not knowing this was still around.

"Did you really do your research to plan this date?"

"Yes and no? I've been here before, and I thought it would be fun to take you. The restaurant and the lantern festival though, yes." He parks his car as instructed, turning the radio to the correct channel in order to hear the audio. "Wanna hop in the back so we have more room?" You nod, getting out of your seat just to hop into the back. He leans over into his trunk, grabbing water bottles and assorted gummy candies for you to snack on in case you wanted some. "I hope you're having fun so far."

"I am." You respond softly.

"Okay, beautiful. If you say so." He chuckles. He moves the driver and passenger seats forward so that you both have room to spread your legs a bit. At first, Jungkook made sure to give you enough space so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, but over time, you felt yourself sinking closer and closer to his body until he had his arm draped around your shoulder, while part of your body rested on his. His hand gently caressed your arm, occasionally sending goosebumps through your body at how soft his touch his. You glanced over, admiring at how focused he was on the movie. He must have felt you looking at him because he quickly looks over and blushes as he nibbles on a gummy worm. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just cute how focused you are."

"Damn, are you not into it?"

"I am, but it's kind of hard to follow sometimes."

"Yeah, it's definitely one of those movies." This time, his gaze on you is a little longer than before. You don't know what takes over you, but you plant a kiss on him, making him smile into the kiss. He doesn't say anything, but proceeds to rest his free hand on your neck, pulling you close and into another deep kiss. Your hand grips onto the side of his shirt, your tongues slowly fighting for dominance. The sounds of wet kisses fills the car and tunes out the movie audio. You can feel the moment intensifying, both you and Jungkook letting out breathy moans in between kisses. Suddenly, the thought of Seokjin quickly flashes in your mind, the past nights you've spent with him and the nasty shit you both have done to each other.

You lightly gasp as you pull away, but it wasn't obvious to Jungkook that something had disturbed your peace.

"Sorry, I—" He tries to save face just in case he was in the wrong about something.

"No, I just— I wasn't expecting it to get that intense." You lied. You knew damn well.

"It's okay." He chuckled. "I would never rush you into anything, Y/N. Okay? We can take this slow." He gives you a genuine, warm, reassuring smile that causes you to swoon. Why the fuck was he so good? Just why? How was this even fair right now?

All you do is simply smile and lean back onto him. He's back to caressing your arm and shoulder, giving you small pecks on the top of your head every now and then to reassure you. Part of you wondered if this is what Seokjin had taught him over the years - how to properly love a woman and be a gentleman. But then, that quickly fades when you remember the situation you're in with him.

Well no, you're not in anything with him. You needed to stop doing this to yourself.

When the movie ends, you both climb back into the front seats to make your way back home. You feel the exhaustion hit you, all the fun and adrenaline you felt today slowly come crashing down. Jungkook parks in the passenger loading zone, throwing on his hazard lights before walking you up to your apartment.

"Jungkook, thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it and had a ton of fun with you."

"I'm glad." He cups your face and gently places a kiss on your forehead. You weren't satisfied with it though, so you tippy toe as you hold onto his hand and kiss him on the lips. He leans into the kiss, deepening it for a quick second before pulling away. "Let me know the details about Friday, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight, beautiful." He smiles and licks his lips as he watches you walk in, feeling utterly content with how the day went. You feel the same way, smiling to yourself as you throw your bag onto the floor and prance into the bathroom to get ready for bed. You felt the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought about Jungkook and his smile, or his soft lips against yours.

Butterflies that kept your mind off of—

[jin] 10:04pm: Are you still with Jungkook?

You roll your eyes at the text. You hadn't pulled out your phone all night, so you're also seeing the numerous messages from your friends in the group chat, too.

[jimin] 7:45pm: have fun tonight, Y/N!

[taehyung] 7:50pm: ^ ditto. use protection, young lady

[taehyung] 7:50pm: think about mr. kim's feelings

[ryujin] 7:56pm: taehyung kim, shut the hell up. do you have anything better to do?

[jimin] 8:01pm: i really hope she doesn't pull out her phone during the date -__-

[taehyung] 8:05pm: lmfao you guys, chill out

[taehyung] 8:06pm: i'm sorry y/n, im just kidding. have fun tonight and be safe, love you

[ryujin] 8:10pm: CALL ME WHEN YOU GET HOME Y/N! i wanna know deets, remember! and ask him if he wants to join us on friday!

Unbelievable. Your friends were unbelievable, and that was an understatement. You don't respond to the group because you figured you'd call Ryujin in a bit and update the boys over the week. But to Jin's text - fuck.

You were literally just tucking him away in the far, far, far dark, deep depths of your mind.

[y/n] 11:38pm: I was, but now I'm home.

[jin] 11:39pm: Yeah, he just texted me back. Sorry.

[y/n] 11:40pm: It's okay.

[jin] 11:43pm: Okay. Have a good night.

He hates this. Why the hell would you do this to him? Grace is upstairs sleeping while Jin is trying to clean the kitchen up like he promised. Suddenly, his phone goes off, signaling a call coming in.

Jungkook.

"Hello?"

"Oh shit, yes! You're awake!" Jin chuckles a bit.

"How was the date?" Not only was he asking out of curiosity, but wanted to know how you were doing during the night. Completely none of his business but he couldn't help himself.

"God, she's fucking amazing. A-and-and beautiful." He yells into the phone excitedly. "She's so exciting. I can't wait to take her out again. I just wanna keep spending time with her." Jin is pretty unamused on the other line. Thank God he isn't on Facetime so he didn't have to fake this facial expressions hearing about Jungkook's feelings for you. "S-she- I mean, we kissed."

"Oh?" Jin asks, tongue pressed against his cheek. What the fuck.

"Yeah, we were making out during the movie. It got pretty intense, but it didn't get any further than that. I didn't wanna rush her into anything."

"You think it could have escalated?"

"Yeah honestly, but I wanna do right by her, you know?" Jin can tell how serious Jungkook was starting to become about pursuing you, and he had never felt more competitive until this day. He just wanted you to himself, and he wanted to be the one to kiss you and make you feel things you've only dreamed about.

Not his brother.

He, too, wanted you just as bad. If anything, more.

"It sounds like it was a pretty successful first date." Jungkook is beaming through the phone, he didn't have to see his face to know that.

"It was. It was such a good night." Jungkook chuckles. "By the way, I'm going to that charity event on campus on Friday. Are you and Grace going?"

"Probably not."

"Well, if you both are free, you should swing by. It'll be nice to see Grace."

"Yeah, I'll ask and see what's up." Jin sighs. "I should probably get to bed, I'm pretty tired. I'm happy to hear the date went well, kid."

"Thanks, dude. I'll talk to you later, get some rest."

"You too." Jin hangs up the call, silently hitting his fist against the kitchen counter as he lets out a deep sigh. More than ever, he wanted to keep you wrapped around his finger. He wanted to keep you there, no matter how selfish that sounded. There was no way he was going to let you unravel.

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 8

Supposedly everything I post consecutively is one part, but I always reach the 250 block limit everytime so I am forced to cut it off! It's all good though, I just hope you don't mind that.

Anyways, enjoy reading! I'll be working on my requests after I post this and the slasher fic in my works.

Edit: Holy sh*t I thought it wouldn't fit but it did! (And I meant the word count you dirty lil thing—) This will be the longest part in the series yet (since 4.3k words fit perfectly)

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Fem!Human/Reader)

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: None :)

Contains: f l u f f (and maybe too much blushing but I have no regrets)

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You let the student call the police as you tied up four unconscious men using their clothing. You left when you heard the distant sound of sirens and trusted her to explain what had transpired in the alley. You bid her farewell, resuming your walk to your destination. You breathed out your exhaustion, the little energy you got from a short nap earlier got spent punching people again.

"So...that was..."

"Expected." The orc supplied when you trailed off.

"Mm...Yeah."

Expected, both disappointing and frustrating. You did your best not to snap at the kid for it and only hoped she understood and learned.

The sun had already sunk long ago, but there was still a myriad of warm colors. Very subtle, but there. Each passing second transitioning it into a darker shade until little specks of light became visible. The sky...black in a matter of minutes. Street lamps lit your path as shops both closed and opened for the night with people saying hello and goodbye.

"Thank you, by the way. For uh, earlier." You got careless. Too careless than you usually are.

You shivered at the thought of what might've been the outcome.

He only nodded, along with a grunt of affirmation beside you.

"Are you mad?" you whispered. Was he angry at you being a stupid idiot and rushing straight into danger?

"No, just, "—he sighed, rubbing his forehead with his fingers—"worried." His scent was clearly not just of worry. He was also scowling.

Tai'chi was very worried about you, he always had ever since you met, which wasn't long but he felt a strong need to protect you, even if you could handle yourself well on your own. Oh, but he was angry, enraged within at those men who harmed the poor student, especially at the one who almost stabbed you at the back. If they were in his stronghold they would've been fed to the wargs.

No, he would've torn them apart himself.

You didn't speak again until you arrived at your place, finally. You're not rich and even if you were you have no desire to live in those luxurious and super expensive condos. You preferred to have something homey, small, as long as it had what you needed for comfort and safety, you were content.

It also saves a lot of money for future expenses and emergencies.

"So, uhm, welcome." You said as you unlocked your door after several tries on putting the key in. Tai'chi ducked considerably under it, his large frame barely making it through.

You took off your shoes, placed them on the side, and kept your socks on. He followed suit, taking off his boots, coming out barefooted.

It wasn't smelly, which was pretty surprising.

You headed to your kitchen and prepare dinner for both of you, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks.

"I will cook." Tai'chi spoke and you immediately replied, stuttering.

"I-I should be the one cooking for you! It's not right. I'm the host and you're the guest it shouldn't be—"

"Pearl, I will cook." He asserted, his voice deep and confident, you sighed as it made you relent. You'd make a mess if you did anyway, might chop your hand off with a knife or dunk your head in the pot.

"Fine. But next time I'll do something for you instead," you groaned.

The orc grunted once before he stepped past you and into your kitchen while you plodded to your room.

Tai'chi paused for a moment to take in the details of your house. It was fairly small. From where he stood, his head was a foot away from touching the ceiling. To his left was an open way to what he assumed was the living room where he could make out half of a brown couch facing away from him. He also noticed a couple of framed photos hanging on a faded orange wall. Tai'chi glanced in the direction where you disappeared, he could hear the faint sound of the shower going on.

Good.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he started preparing dinner for the two of you, making use of what was present in your humble home. You had a similarly humble kitchen with a simple stovetop and double-door cupboards.

A decent-sized (a/n: everything is small to him okay) refrigerator sat in the corner where he found some meat in its freezer, quite a huge portion for such a small person like you, but then again he witnessed firsthand how much you could eat, and eat like an orc you did. Tai'chi reached inside to grab the meat but met resistance. He subconsciously yanked the frozen thing off, his eyes widened when he realized what he did, nearly topping over the whole appliance. Tai'chi sheepishly adjusted the refrigerator back in its place, before he looked for other ingredients while he carefully moved around to avoid any more mishaps.

You went inside your bedroom, groggy and disgusting as you pulled off your clothes and threw them in a basket just outside your bathroom. You stepped inside and took a long, hot, well-deserved shower to get that dried sweat and blood off of your body. After you rinsed down, you sunk yourself in your little tub, sighing in content as you tried your best not to fall asleep. You shuddered and trapped yourself in a daze, enjoying the hot water around your naked form, relaxing in the aromatherapy you made for yourself as you hummed a tune, letting your thoughts wander.

The precision of that throw was simply scary. But also cool...mm. Awesome.

I wonder what happened to the Silverstones...

Courting, huh...who would've thought I'd be courted by an orc. I wonder what that entails...

Wait, I'll be courting him too, right?

"..."

You got out when the wrinkling started. Your muscles were still aching but less so than before. You used a towel to dry down before wearing a black oversized shirt, you had about 6 of them in your wardrobe 'cause hey, not one to dress up fancy and flashy. Plus blood gets splattered on your clothes a lot, it would be a waste of time and money. You also slipped inside your favorite pair of dark grey joggers, the one you always wore when you were at home. They were comfy!

You let your hair fall over your shoulders and back since it was still damp. When you got out the scent of cooked food engulfed you, wafting from your right.

Oh, how mouth-watering it was.

You tiptoed to your kitchen to peek at what Tai'chi cooked up. Unfortunate when you couldn't see anything with his broad physique was blocking your line of sight on the table.

"I could smell you, you know."

You almost, almost let out a yelp. You wiped your drool with the hem of your shirt.

"I- uh-"

He chuckled, "You must be starving. I—" Words died in his throat when he turned around to look at you.

He gawked.

You surprised him for the nth time today. There you stood before him, relaxed and freshly cleaned up, a whiff of mint reached his nose, your shampoo perhaps, mixed with your scent. You didn't have your mask on, which gave him a full look at your face, your lips were a little chapped, half-lidded eyes showing your exhaustion.

"Is there something on my face?"

"N-No." He stuttered as he tried to get something out. "Ehem, no. You just look... I'm done with dinner, you— we should eat, and then we can talk." Tai'chi said as he moved to take a chair and sat across you. You let that go, in favor of sating your hunger.

His cheeks were a bit darker in shade than his skin, but that slipped away as the dinner in front of you grabbed your full attention. It looked and smelled like pork curry. Was it pork curry? It's like something straight out of a Ghibli movie.

Bite-sized chunks of meat, diced potatoes, and carrots coated with a rich syrupy brown soup together with a modest –at least to both of you– portion of rice next to it. It was simple, but the way it tempted your senses implied that there was something more than what meets the eye, and your nose.

Or it's your gluttony speaking, probably.

You picked up your spoon and wondered if it's as good as it appears to be. You gulped, audibly.

You brought a small portion into your mouth, nearly falling off of your seat as you resisted the urge to make any sound that would outright embarrass you, but lo, as you took another spoonful, you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a moan. Your eyes widened and immediately covered your face with two hands as you felt it heat up.

You chewed and swallowed before you squeaked out, "I-I-I'm so sorry! It- It's just so yummy and tasty and I— it's amazing, and uh..." You trailed off and groaned, at a loss of words in your embarrassment. You risked to part your fingers and peek at him. He met your gaze and you hid again. His cheeks were in a darker hue than before. Was he flustered like you? Oh no, you shouldn't have done that, now he will think you're being weird!

Tai'chi cleared his throat and you removed your hands but refused to make eye contact with him, your face still hot.

"We... We should eat." He said, stiff and trying to seem indifferent. But that sound you made would forever be engraved into his mind, it was both cute, and, well, sensual.

Okay fine, it was somehow arousing, but he has it under control, he will keep his damn urges in check, even if it means jumping out of the window just to make sure he won't scare you away. He's an orc of honor for goodness' sake, he swore an oath, he will keep it.

You ate fast but paused to savor the food, minus any embarrassing noises, thankfully. The curry was rich and a bit spicy, the pork was soft and tender as you chewed at it easily, juicy as it is, along with the potatoes and carrots, both cooked and prepared with obvious care. You almost cried from the combination of flavors you nearly forgot it was just curry you're eating.

But damn, this is the best curry you've eaten your whole life.

It was minutes later when you finished your fourth heaping plate of food. Tai'chi had five. He made a lot which was great, considering how your plates were wiped clean as if they weren't used in the first place.

Damn, you ate like you didn't eat for a week.

With some regained energy, you stood and took the dishes before Tai'chi could even stop you, putting them in the sink and washing them, quick and thorough. Once you were done with that, you went back to your seat, ducked your head, and stared at your lap.

"..."

"I... Thank you for the food. It was really delicious and great and everything! And, uhm, you made the pork curry like a pro and I never tasted anything so fulfilling, —my mother will beat me if she heard that—and it was a simple curry but I, it's just so, so—" you huffed, "mind-blowing!" You were rambling, you knew. You looked up when he didn't say anything.

H-He's grinning...

"Thank you. I pride myself in my skill in the kitchen and I'm happy what I made for you was satisfying." Tai'chi thumped his chest, showing that he was very honoured to hear your words. He's never telling you he almost broke your fridge though.

"It was great!" You exclaimed right after him, throwing your hands up. It was truly great. He grinned even wider at this, that dark shade still present in his cheeks, though you were no better as you could feel the warmth on your own.

"Then I am beyond happy and honored to hear that from you," liga lul, he stated, only saying of the last part in his head.

You smiled at each other.

"Is now a good time to discuss my kind's courting rituals?" Taichi asked after a minute of sitting there in silence.

"Y-Yes, please," you replied. "So, how do orcs court someone?"

He straightened up in his seat.

"We show off to the one we're interested in, basically speaking. Ranging from skills in fighting to proving that we could provide for our...mate." He paused, watching you closely.

You nodded for him to continue. Not gonna lie, that last part made your heart skip a beat. Mate, huh.

"We," he coughed, "we also chase or fight off other suitors, be it threatening them or engaging them in battle. And if they attempt to kidnap or hurt the person courted in any way, they will suffer the wrath of an orc."

"So, they'll...die?"

"Yes, or so that's what it usually was back home. Here, in this city, it's a crime to kill someone just for that reason, but it is law among us. No one would bat an eye if someone gets beheaded just because they were foolish enough to insult the person an orc is courting."

"Oh," pretty brutal but okay. "Is there an option where they don't get murdered or..." You asked, waving your hand around. Killing because of an insult is going overboard, in your opinion, but then again, anyone would be furious if their potential partner gets slandered or taken away forcefully.

"When the courted wills it. It is always up to them to decide the fate of those who tried to harm them, and the orc must take their words into action."

"Oh, good. I really don't want you getting in trouble just because someone called me a freak and all," you said. You looked at your hands, calloused and a little rough from experience. Scars were littered over your body and you hid them well from any curious eye with your long sleeves and pants. Though right now, some of the scars on your arms were visible.

You jerked when you felt his large hand grab your arm and moved along to yours, rubbing his thumb on the back of it, his brows furrowed as he looked at you.

"They are wrong to call you that."

"And everyone's a piece of shit to call you a beast, a savage, or a murderer," you followed up in an instant.

His expression softened, and you smiled, ignoring how your heart hammered in your chest as he continued to caress your hand.

Tai'chi could feel your pulse, beating so fast he was scared for your health. But he was happy to know he could make you feel this way, his own heart was thumping loudly in his chest too.

"As I said before, we would show that we could provide for our potential partners. We would bring to them our best kills from hunts, offer gifts crafted by ourselves if we have the skill, if not, we will buy them tokens and things that remind us of them or what pleases them."

"Wait," you interrupted, "when you insisted on cooking dinner, was that a part of courting?"

He gave you a small smile as he scratched his sideburns, sheepish like a little child caught stealing candy.

"Yes." He answered, rather quiet than his usual booming voice.

"Uhm, I must say, it was really amazing. Your cooking, I mean. And thank you, again."

"The pleasure's all mine," he replied. "Building houses or fixing the courted's current one is also a part of it."

"You're not gonna build me house right away, are you?" You joked, but then he didn't reply. "Wait, you're serious? But we're still studying and—"

"I am serious about building a house for, uh, the two of us," he interrupted, "but yes, I understand our current situation won't allow that to happen...yet."

"H-How long does the courting last?" You couldn't help but ask. He's talking about building you a house someday and you don't even know how old he is! No connection to what you're fumbling about but yeah, your mind is messed up. You are curious though...his age.

"It usually lasts for six months, to give time to get to know each other but also not prolong the courting stage so they could proceed to the next, but there are times when it lasts longer than that. You will have absolute control over how fast or slow we proceed in the courtship. That means it's up to you on when to end it and decide whether you'll...take me as your mate, or turn me down."

"Sounds pressuring but okay." You want to, like, combust right now.

He chuckled.

"Pressuring? No, no, please do not be pressured. Your word is law and I will face death by my family's ax if I disobey your final decision."

"Again with the death thingy!" You were appalled at how extreme orcs were.

"Us orcs are very strict and firmly tied to our traditions, but I can say we are changing. It is slow, but change nonetheless."

"I have a question," you raised your free hand out of habit.

Tai'chi nodded.

"I hope this is won't offend but how old are you?"

There, you said it. Oh fuck, you hoped it wasn't offending. Shit it was— asking his age, seriously?

"How old do you think I am?" He questioned, teasing you, a smirk on his lips catching you off guard.

"What? Noooo that's not an answer! I can't guess, you might get angry."

"I won't," he supplied right after. Why would he be? In fact, he is pretty much enjoying himself just watching you fidget with your ears slightly tinted pinkish. By the gods, he wants to touch them.

You sighed.

You stared at him, avoiding eye-contact as you tilted your head to get a good look at his features. He had a long and narrow scar you didn't spot before, in a lighter green color on the left side of his face. It wasn't noticeable if you stare at him up-front. It went down his neck and ended just above his collar bone. You wondered what caused it.

The orc was rough, his double tusks sharp and intimidating, even horrifying to another set of eyes but to you, he was attractive and rugged, his scent alluring and you only found him more fascinating each passing second. The scars he had enticed your curiosity but you weren't gonna ask about it, yet.

You always thought the standards set by society are rather absurd. You looked back at the time when someone asked you what your type was, along with showing you different pictures of men, human men, which were deemed "hot" (with quotation marks, yes) by most people. You didn't answer because; one, you don't know them; two, you couldn't tell what their personality was because you can't scent them; and three, it only annoyed you. People found you even weirder after that. Ironically deeming you senseless for not having an eye for beauty. No taste or missing out, they said.

But one's beauty wasn't found in sight alone.

You hummed to yourself. His hair was rich black, no trace of graying, so maybe he's not so old? 30s? How fast do orcs grow up? Do they even age? What do they look like when they were children?

You were brought back to the present when he gently squeezed your hand.

"Oh— uh, 35?" You blurted out, a bit panicked. As far as you know no one is as....buff as him in your age— but wait he's an orc!

"Oh no wait that's—"

You were cut off by a loud snort followed by a boisterous laugh coming out of Tai'chi, making you more embarrassed than you already are. His guffaw shook your apartment you swear your neighbors are filing a noise complaint tomorrow with how much he was laughing and you raising your voice.

"No," he said, "no actually, I'm still in my 23rd year. Do I really look that old?" He questioned as he chortled.

"23rd?! But you're— you're," you gestured at him. He's just five years older than you (which isn't long period of time you think) but he's— he's fucking huge! What the hell did they eat up North?

"Yes," he laughed again, amused by your reaction. "Believe it or not I am. Orcs begin training at age 6" he shifted the topic, "The adults would let them choose their desired weapon and craft to pursue, but also allowed them to experience all selections, from swords, battle axes, hammers, and many more, along with skills and crafts like hunting, blacksmithing, combat, construction, even basket weaving.

"I went on my first hunt when I was 12 and brought a stag back home. I tamed my first warg at 15, named him Nadul, Orcish for 'night'."

"6 year old me snuck out of the house during nap time to collect twigs in the woods while you were wielding weapons and—"

"That is correct,"

"And you had a pet warg?" You knew what wargs are, you read about them when you were in high school, along with other animals that fascinated you. They looked like large wolves with the stature of an adult grizzly bear and can carry a full-grown orc into battle.

"Have," he corrected, his fluffy buddy was still very much alive and well the last time he went back to visit his home, which was three months ago. He doubted anything could take down Nadul, not even a Frostbear, he was the one who trained him after all.

"I still can't believe you're 23. You look so..."— you were not gonna say old, no— "mature."

"At a different rate from humans, yes."

Of course they do. You got so much to learn about orcs, and him.

"And you? How old are you?"

"19."

"Oh? You look 13 with how little you are,"

You didn't expect him to be playful like this, but you went along.

"Hey! I'm only small compared to you, you giant!" True, you were a tad shorter than most girls your age but it has its perks! You'd save a lot of money from buying clothes just because you grew rather slowly. "And in fact, I'm still growing!"

"So am I." He grinned, smugness painted all over his face.

"Noooo, if you keep growing you won't fit through the doorway!" You whined, pouting at how much of a tease he was being.

He found it adorable, the way your lower lip was upturned as you looked at him. The sudden urge to pat you rose but he didn't act on it.

"Do not worry, us orcs stop growing in our 25th year," or not. "And I will make sure to feed and treat you good so you'll become taller!" he stated confidently. Tai'chi was about to laugh again, but he froze with his jaw open when you turned real red, your ears tinted and your lips quivered, unable to speak out anything.

That last part, made your face feel like fire just kissed it, twice. Panicked and having no idea what to retort, you let your head fall on the table with a thud. You gripped his hand tight and took silent breaths to calm your thumping heart down.

"Y-Yeah... I..I l-look forward to that, Tai'chi." You were able to say that at least.

He gave a soft grunt as he looked at you on the table.

You were very flustered, he scented. His comment-sort-of-declaration was clearly the reason. But oh, he had no regrets. He will make sure you're healthy and well-fed, and it's just one way of showing off with his skills.

That's only the beginning.

You were in for some Orcish surprises.

You sat in comfortable silence again for a while, just taking in each other's scents, soothing and calming your hammering heart. Tai'chi continued to caress your hand, gentle for such a big orc like him. He could snap your neck with two fingers alone, but he remained careful like he was holding a thing so delicate.

Tai'chi could feel your pulse slow down to a normal rate, your scent shifted to that of a relaxed state and something fuzzy. He can't call you his yet, you just met today but you already got him wrapped around your tiny fingers. First, he will court you and show his admiration, prove his worth. And you, yourself, turning it into love the more you spend time together, he knows it will.

And he'll surely be damned to let this chance slip. Not once did he took interest in getting a mate before, his mind too busy and filled with his responsibilities along with studies in other kind's culture, and taking care of his siblings.

But back then and there, something pulled on his heart, the way your eyes stared into his for seconds that felt longer than eternity itself. An exaggeration, but that's what he felt.

He found you.

You were about to doze off so you removed your head from the table and tried to blink away your sleepiness, the light hurting you a little. You should get to bed soon, your first class starts at 8 in the morning. You stared at Tai'chi, admiring that blue eyes of his, its hue similar to that of lapis lazuli, you thought.

"I should take my leave now. We need to rest, especially you." Tai'chi said when he saw how tired you appeared, you were barely keeping your eyes open. He stood up from his seat, lightly pulling you up with him. You shook your head, rubbing your eyes as you led him to your door.

"Keep safe," you bid once he was ready to go.

"You as well... I will see you tomorrow."

"Mm, g'night."

Tai'chi breathed through his nose before he placed a kiss on your forehead. It was brief, but it sent a pleasant warmth all over your body. You were too sleepy to even bother being shy now, so you only smiled at him.

"Goodnight, lak'mar lul." He gazed at you, sighing before he stepped out of your apartment.

You stood there for a moment before you checked your door and made sure it was deadlocked. You killed the lights off as you sluggishly trudged to your bed. Darkness enveloped your home, a welcome one. You crawled to the middle and tucked yourself under the dark blue cotton sheets.

You were out like a light once you settled down. Much too many things happened right after another, draining you to an exhaustingly low point. You only prayed you'd feel better in the morning.

Your last thought was about how warm the orc was, and how, for some reason, his scent, his presence, felt like a home you never had, which was saying something since you had encountered a lot of scents in your life, both good and bad. You hugged your pillow tight as you succumbed to a dreamless slumber.

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I'm putting this off for a bit to give time for requests and other WIPs. But if a random continuation pops out I'll have to write it down and set it aside for editing later.

Thank you for reading!

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Kuroo Tetsurou!

Ahhh! It's my darling Kuroo-chan's birthday today, and in order to hype it up, I've been taking a small break from requests (I hope everyone understands) in order to post this

Kuroo has always been a character I greatly admire, not only because of his strikingly gorgeous visuals (I mean sorry mate, S4 Kuroo just reinvented the word "pretty"), but also because he's a massive nerd who manages to balance both sports, and studies, whilst being the hugest sweetheart ever.

I'm a total Oikawa kinnie, but sometimes, I find myself wishing I were more like Kuroo too.

Anyways, he deserves lots of love and appreciation, because albeit being fictional, he has brought so much comfort and love to the hearts of many, and he deserves to be celebrated.

I love you, Kuroo-chan <3

Sleeping over at his house.

Character: Kuroo

Warnings: none

Nekoma had just finished an extremely grueling practice session, and with the sky looking bleak and storm clouds threatening to pour, you hurried them to go home quickly.

“Guys, you need to go home! I don't want you caught up in the rain, so you'd better hurry.”

Yaku looked at you affectionately and ruffled your hair, leaving shortly after, and Lev and Fukuga ran out whilst screaming about something.

How chaotic, you thought fondly.

Kuroo walked over to you, concerned. He gently straightened your ponytail from behind and smiled.

“all better now, chibi-chan. Aren't you leaving too?”

You blushed. Although you were extremely close to everyone on the team, and it didn't affect you when the other members were affectionate with you, Kuroo seemed to always make your body heat up and your cheeks go warm, whenever he did the smallest of things.

“um yes, I'll be leaving now too”, you replied, softly, as you hitched your bag higher.

“Can I walk you home? I'd hate it if anything happened to our precious manager.”

You nodded silently, as Kuroo bid a quick goodbye to Kenma. That puzzled you. They always walked home together, but now Kuroo was leaving him just to walk you home?

“On second thought, you don't have to worry about me, Kuroo! I'll be fine. You and Kenma should walk home together.”

Kuroo pretended to not hear you and ruffled your hair, the same way Yaku did, pulling you along with him.

A few minutes later, you were in front of your house. You rang the doorbell, expecting your mother to be home, but only silence greeted you.

The storm clouds above grew darker with every passing minute, and Kuroo's concerned eyes were on you.

“is everything okay? Do you have a key?”

“no I don't” you confessed sadly.

You suddenly remembered that your parents wouldn't be home for the night as they've gone to visit someone, and would only be back the next morning.

They told you to take the house key in the morning, but because you were so frazzled and busy thinking about making breakfast for the team, it completely slipped your mind, all which you told Kuroo.

Kuroo immediately held your small hand in his huge one and pulled you along.

“you'll stay over with me, okay Chibi-chan?”

You wanted to refuse, seeing how you might be a burden to him, but you also knew Kuroo never made empty statements about things he didn't mean.

You gently rubbed the top of his hand with your thumb and smiled.

“thank you so much for the offer, Kuroo”

+.` |

You reached his house in a few minutes, and he opened the door, letting you go in first.

“my sister should be home soon, but you should take a shower and freshen up, Chibi-chan.”

You nodded quickly, immediately cheered up by the prospect of a hot shower, and walked into the bathroom Kuroo showed you to.

He gave you a pair of pants that belonged to his sister, and an unimaginably huge hoodie.

You kissed his cheek in thanks and closed the bathroom door, already begining to shower.

Kuroo blushed softly, as he sat by his desk and began doing chemistry homework to calm his nerves.

He thought you were beautiful, and as luck would have it, you were staying over. He didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, he hoped this would be a good opportunity to tell you how he felt.

His fingers touched the spot where your lips had kissed his cheek, and he smiled giddily.

Meanwhile, in the shower, you were singing and slowly cleaning yourself.

When you were done, you wore the clothes, but the hoodie seemed really big. Maybe Kuroo's sister likes wearing oversized clothing, you thought to yourself.

You walked out of the bathroom feeling much more cleaner and refreshed than before, as Kuroo saw you and his cheeks immediately went red.

“Is something wrong?” you asked tentatively, feeling awkward. Do I look bad? Is it my hair?

He shook his head, and took a few clothes from a drawer, silently walking to the bathroom to shower himself.

Once he was safely inside, he gasped. How did you manage to look so adorable in one of his hoodies like that? It was almost like it engulfed your tiny frame, and yet still kept you warm and cozy.

+.` |

A while later, you and Kuroo were cuddling whilst watching a movie on TV. Despite you refusing, he scooped you up in his arms, and that's how you were in his embrace, with a studio Ghibli original playing on screen.

Kuroo smiled, satisfied, as he saw your expression change with different parts of the movie, and his arms wound tighter around you.

He loved you, he really did, and he couldn't help but tip your chin to his face and look into your eyes with a deep and burning passion.

“chibi-chan, I love you.”

The movie played on, but you couldn't even focus. You only had eyes for Kuroo Tetsurou now, and in response to his confession, you gently kissed his lips.

He smiled into the kiss and continued, pulling the back of your head closer to him.

“I've been wanting to do that for the longest of times” he whispered softly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, obviously feeling very satisfied with himself.

The two of you end up cuddling for a little while longer, just you in his arms, and him breathing in your addictive scent.

You eventually fell asleep in each others embrace.

.+` |

Kuroo woke up with a slight jolt. He heard a small noise come from below and saw you cuddled against his chest, turning in your sleep. Your hair was splayed over the couch and you had the most serene expression of peace on your face.

He thought you looked so beautiful.

Your hands suddenly seemed to be roaming around for something, as you groped the couch. You eventually found Kuroo's hand, and satisfied, you held his hand closer to you, sighing softly in your dream-like state.

Kuroo was ready to spontaneously combust. You were so adorable like that. He caressed your hair and whispered soft and sweet things into your ear,

“Chibi-chan, I've loved you since the moment I met you in third grade.”

“Oh shit, we forgot to have dinner. Nevermind, I'll cook you breakfast tomorrow.”

“i'll hold you tight and keep you warm, tonight”

As he smiled whilst rambling softly, his eyes began to close, and he was soon transported to the world of dreams, just like you were.

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petra-realsnk · 3 years

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Rivetra fanfic (divergence au)

Hi guys! Here’s the third chapter of Digging up a grave. As I’ve said before, this and the next one were meant to be the same, but the end result was quite long, so I’ve decided to split it. I’ll post the fourth today as well. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: sadness, mourning.

You can also read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29610360/chapters/73198356

Digging up a grave (Chapter 3)

Two weeks after being resurrected, Petra tries to cope with the loss of her teammates, while also adjusting to her new life. Just as he promised, Levi will accompany her to visit her father, who now thinks her daughter pretended to be dead for a secret mission. During lunch, he brings up the subject of that letter…

Between lines

Two weeks have passed since Petra returned. Thenceforth, she had come under the protection of the army, having to put aside her former duties as a soldier until they could find some answers. Nevertheless, she had insisted on making herself useful, and had been helping with the maintenance of the barracks. After all, she was one of the few people capable of meeting the captain's standards of cleanliness…

Petra had had time to mourn her companions, and to let the missed events sink on her. Many mornings she woke up with red eyes and a puffy face, ignoring the sour looks of the recruits who suspected her. Some of them had learned her story, and couldn't help but wonder, after losing many friends, why she had been allowed to return. Something she has been wondering as well…

Most soldiers were incredibly busy at that time, having to give many explanations after the truth of their world had been unveiled, so she found herself alone in most of the rooms, except for a couple guards that followed her around. As she worked, her mind wandered to other dark corners. Every little task made her think of her squad, who were no longer there to help nor bother. All those things they had done in company, she did now alone.

Levi had also found himself doing things on his own since that day. He stopped drinking tea for a while after the blow, to eventually go back to making it for himself. Accustomed to his solitude, he felt surprised to find Petra in the kitchen reaching for the kettle at dawn. He'd been acting on automatic that morning, and had to remind himself again that she was there, the same way he'd spent months waking up to tell himself otherwise. He was glad to see that she was better. They hadn’t seen each other since their talk in the dungeons, which now seemed so ethereal in his memory.

“Good morning there.” His words made Petra wince, for her mind had been somewhere else.

She was kneeling in front of the low cabinets, and returned his salute without hardly looking at him. It was obvious that she had been sleeping little and crying a lot. She had always been very receptive to her surroundings, but now her figure gave off an air of decay.

“I can do it myself”, he told her. Levi didn’t want to stick his nose in her business, plus surprising someone in their emotions always made him feel awkward.

"Don't worry it's fine. I'll bring it to you in a minute." She recollected herself quickly.

Levi watched her silently, as he approached to help her pick things up.

“Would you have a cup with me?” He asked, appreciating the moment he believed he could never live again.

“Sure.” She replied sweetly, slowly coming back from her saddened mind.

They drank their tea in an awkward silence, but Petra knew it was better that way, for he hated small talk even more.

“I'm sorry you had to be doing this alone.” She suddenly told him. “I’ve been doing everything alone myself lately… It sucks.”

She hadn’t realized how much she needed to talk with someone until that moment, and she really wanted it to be him on the other side.

“I still carry them on everything I do. That’s one way to deal with it.” He told her, knowing perfectly well what she was going through. His words brought some warmth to her, as she decided to follow his example once more.

“Captain. I’ve been locked in here for days, and I can barely take it like this. I need to do something else.”

“I’ve already told you what’s your position right now. Stop asking.” He needed to cut her off. Fighting or not, she was still a soldier under his command, and he couldn’t have her breaking down.

“Can I see my father then?” She asked, slightly defiant.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve grabbed her by the collar for that, but he had a soft spot for her, plus she couldn’t be blamed for whatever mindfuckery she was going through after everything.

“If you’re ready by mid day, I’ll ask Hange.”

After hearing his reply, she felt wrong for reacting like that. She didn't know what was going on with her, but there was something different... She was having a hard time keeping herself together.

“I’m sorry for… I’ll be ready by then.” She replied. Then, without losing a second, she got up and went to her dorm. Levi watched her leave, without knowing how to help her. She even had problems vocabulazing herself...

Petra tried to sleep for a couple more hours before showering and getting ready to go home. She felt joyful for for the first time in days, thinking that she might be able to take a piece of her previous life back for at least a few hours, plus Levi would be accompanying her, wasn’t this everything she had wished for before?

Once she came out of the shower, someone knocked her door. She covered herself quickly and went to open. Petra was surprised to find it was Levi, who seemed to be already dressed up for the occasion. He wore a formal but simple black suit, with his characteristic white shirt and neckerchief.

“Oh! Hello, captain, isn’t it a little bit early?”

“I’ve brought you this. We gave all your stuff back to your father, and it will be suspicious for you to not have any street clothes of your own. “

He handed her a paper bag that contained a dress quite similar to those she always used to wear when off duty. Petra had picked his clothes back then a couple times, but she was surprised to see him nail her style that nicely. “He really has an eye for detail”, she thought.

“There’s also a letter with some scheme Hange and I came with, you should memorize it.” He felt bad for having to ask her to lie to his poor father, but she seemed too entertained with that dress to care.

“Oh! I’ll take a look at this”, she said, taking the envelope, “though I must advise you, it’s better to keep quiet in front of him. He’s too good at reading between the lines…” She always sounded more cheerful whenever she talked about him.

Levi’s mind couldn't help but to remember the first time he approached him. “I wanted to discuss something with you before she sees me”, he had told him, “she said she wanted to devote herself to you, even though that’s her pride talking… as her father-”

“Thank you, Captain Levi. I’ll be ready as soon as possible.” Her words brought him back from that flashback as she closed the door in front of him. This time she seemed more excited, and her mood had improved quite a lot from that talk they had in the morning. Levi went back to work, still thinking about what her father could have read between the lines of that letter.

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About an hour later, Levi was standing on the same spot. Petra’s door opened before he could even knock, and she stepped outside to meet him. She looked much more fresh after gaining some sleep, and the femenine cut of her dress did wonders to her figure. For some, it would’ve been hard to envision such a “girly girl” as one of the fiercest soldiers the legion has ever had. For some others, that contrast was exactly what made her seem so versatile and fascinating, Levi within them. It’s important to remark that it wasn’t just a matter of appearance, as her personality could easily meet both extremes as well.

They started walking together, and left the building using a discrete back entrance, to get as little attention as possible. Underneath, a carriage was waiting for them.

“We have communicated your return beforehand to him, we don’t want your dad to have a heart attack before you’re even able to talk. Have you memorized our version of events?” Levi asked about halfway through their journey.

Petra nodded. “It’s quite hard to believe, but I guess the truth it’s even less believable.”

They didn’t want the enemy to find out that easily that they had found the lost titan, so they wouldn’t leak the true information outside some trusted circles of the army. They have told the rest that Petra had gone undercover in a mission they could not disclassify yet, and that they had used the death of Levi’s squad to erase her as well. In order to protect her and her father, they had had to lie to him as well. They also included some minor details in order to make it more believable, although it was advised to not give much away. It wasn’t difficult to let it slip, considering that most of the soldiers who had seen her body back then were trusted individuals or already dead…

They both stared at their scripts as they made their way through the fields. Soon enough, Petra got distracted by the familiar view of her land. Her father had a small farm he used for his own supply and some sales. Levi watched as her face brightened, finally kissed by the outside sun. She suddenly turned to look at him with a big smile and said:

“I’m glad to be coming back, and I’m really happy that you’re joining me, captain.”

Levi couldn’t have imagined how much she had dreamed of introducing him to her father, or inviting him to dinner back then, but he thought it was kind of sweet for her to say that.

She kept looking outside the window with a tender smile. Although the sky was gray, the field looked incredibly green, and a couple of houses could be seen in the distance. She had walked that road so many times… At one side of it, Petra’s house started to appear on the horizon, and she saw the figure of a man running towards them. Levi quickly catched the change in her expression, but it was too late. Petra opened the door of the carriage and jumped out while it was still moving.

“OI, PETRA!” He screamed as he jumped behind her.

When he hit the ground, he saw her running towards his father, who was already starting to lose his breath. He stayed still next to the carriage that had already stopped by then, and told the driver to leave. From afar, Levi saw Petra hug her father who seemed just as nervous as the first time he saw him. He started walking slowly towards them, noticing that they were both crying. He decided to remain just as far enough to listen without interrupting.

“My girl! my girl I can’t believe it… You don’t know it, everyday… everyday I’ve missed you so much!” He batherly could keep himself standing between his daughter’s arms as he cried inconsolably.

“I’m so so sorry papa, but you couldn’t know… I couldn’t let anything happen to you. I am so sorry. I am fine…”

Levi felt displaced as he watched them. It was obvious that the two had a bond he had never been able to experience.

“Look papa, I’ve come with captain Levi, he’s in charge of my safety for the day… He offered himself to bring me home.”

“Ah… Hello, captain… I remember him from that time yeah…” He had just realized Levi was there, and tried his best to welcome him despite being a mess of emotions.

“Hi.” Levi answered, visibly uncomfortable. He had always been awkward, but this time he really didn’t know how to react. When Petra died, he couldn’t mutter a single word while he tried to speak with him, it was someone else who had told him… All of these things he didn’t talk with Petra, who looked at him rather surprised to learn that they’ve met before.

“Ah… I- I didn’t know that!” She was unable to lie, but tried to seem chill about it, because she knew that her father was… well… prone to embarrass her, even when he bore the best of wills.

“I’ve been waiting for you since morning! I didn’t have much at home but I told the people of the village you were coming and they brought a lot of stuff! Oh Petra, they’re all crazy to see you…”

Petra's nerves shot up. “Dad! You weren’t supposed to tell anyone.” She looked at Levi fearing for his reaction.

“I- ugh… Yeah, but when they asked what happened, when they saw me… I couldn’t- ”

“Unbelievable. We’ll let this pass for now, but you need to understand you’re endangering her by revealing her location.” Levi cut him.

Petra’s father was visibly affected by his words.

“Don’t worry captain, I’m sure that If he talks with the people around here, they won’t say a word. These are all trustworthy people, and there aren’t much of us.” Petra tried to reassure him.

“You’re right! I will ask them as soon as possible, if your captain is okay…”

“Fine.” Levi said in defeat. There wasn’t much he could do given the situation.

“Please, come inside home!” He said without letting go of his daughter. “You too, captain Levi, I’ve been told about your mannerisms, and I can assure you that the house is spotless!”

Levi was surprised to find out how much information Petra had been delivering to her father, while her face started to burn bright red.

“Papa! Please, don’t say those things. I am sorry captain!” They turned around and started walking towards their place, as Petra keeped to reprimand her father in a lowerer tone for his comment.

The little farm was surely adorable, a place someone would imagine Petra coming from. The interior received a good amount of natural light, and as soon as they entered, a table full of food awaited for them. Levi kept following them a couple steps behind.

“Oh, kids, you better not do this to me never again… I’m already old, and you’ve managed to take more years of my life.” He said as he started to serve the table. “Please sit.”

“There’s no need papa, let me help you.” Petra said as she rushed into the kitchen.

Levi, once again, sat there feeling awkward. These kinds of reunions weren’t his thing at all, although it was nice to see them together once more. After bringing everything that was missing, they started to eat. Petra and his father talked effusively about whom in the village had brought each thing. As they conversated, Levi started to see how Petra slowly shifted into her more natural version. She sounded more youthful and sassy… The same version of her he always saw from afar whenever she was with her teammates. He thought it was nice to experience her like this, from up close, when she’s unbothered by his presence.

“Ah… excuse my manners, Levi.” Started Petra’s father after realizing they were alienating him. “I don’t think I’ve told you before, but my name is Elias.”

Levi still didn’t know how to include himself in the conversation, even after being addressed directly.

“Nice to meet you… I’m Levi Ackerman, although you seem to know a great deal about me already....”

Petra blushed at his remark, but she also was shocked to learn about that surname. It was the first time he gave away something like that.

“Oh! I thought you had another surname… Where are you from, Levi?”

“Papa, he doesn’t really like to talk about him. How about you better update me on that bet you made with uncle Ben?” Petra tried to help Levi there, but he didn’t care.

“I used to live underground. I didn’t have much left there when I joined the Survey Corps by petition of the previous commander.”

Petra’s eyes widened, she had never seen him talk about his past, and was moved to finally learn something about him. It was obvious that he felt he had some kind of debt with them, why else would he feel the need to answer?

“I see… It must have been hard for you. Although I am glad you found your way out and became Petra’s leader. From what she says… well… I think everyone at this point, your abilities are truly amazing, and you must be an exceptional leader if you’ve been able to inspire my girl like that.”

Petra felt her face burning again. “Dad, could you please don’t bring me up like that?…”

“Oh! But com’on, after that last letter you sent me, you left me truly worried. I even felt the need to discuss it with him…”

Petra’s blood fell into her feet, he had done what?

“Dad, have you actually...?” She asked him, terrified of his answer.

“Ah, yes… I’m sorry, Petra. I just wanted him to know, so you wouldn’t get hurt. You see... captain, that time I was concerned about her “devotion” to you.”

Levi began to feel uncomfortable once more, as he started to become the total center of the conversation.

“DAD.” Petra looked at him horrified, her face completely red. “I‘ve already told you one hundred times, I wanted to devote myself to humankind. That was my dream.” She continued, trying to downplay it.

“And you did! You even were chosen for his squad and that... mission… But you have to admit there was very little “humanity” and a lot of “Levi” in there… Well, there always was” Elias said, progressively lowering his tone.

Petra thought she was going to literally die, as Levi remained quiet on the other side of the table. She needed to find a way out of that conversation as soon as possible, but her father was, once again, faster.

“I didn’t want to lose you. That 's all… Ever since you joined the Survey Corps... You know how high the mortality is there. I always knew you were strong Petra, but I also wanted you to get a chance in life. Something, more… I prayed for you to come back every time. But suddenly, you started to talk about him. At the beginning it was a character more in the stories of your letters, but suddenly, he dragged you. All you wanted to do was to serve by his side, you were willing to die for him, and for a long time, Petra, I thought you did.”

Levi’s stoic expression began to crack.

“You’re my only child. The absolute light of my life, and I had to live with the thought of you being eaten alive every day. I wanted for you to get through that to then come home, and to finally be able to put it to rest. I never wanted to pressure you to lead a life you didn't want... But one day, you found out there your reason to live, and to die, and I couldn’t do anything... The way you talked about him… I knew you weren’t coming back.”

Petra’s eyes softened, visibly moved by her father’s words. She knew it must have been hard for him to endure, and, after all, he had guessed her feelings perfectly… At the same time, Levi was thinking back again about that day, when Elias approached him for the first time.

He had always known Petra to be kind, so he didn’t feel that he was an exception. He thought that she probably was able to read people’s feelings, and wanted to show them her understanding, just as she had done for so many comrades. It wasn't until that talk that he dared to think, for the first time, that she had loved him. With the passage of time, he started to think that pain had played a trick on him back then, and that it had only been the words of a concerned father, but now his suspicions resurrected.

“Back then…” Levi started. “Were you going to ask me to marry her?”

Petra turned his head violently towards her captain, who was now directly looking at her father. Elias lowered his gaze, not wanting to embarrass his daughter any further. Petra then got up, visibly frustrated at the two of them.

“I’m going to say this only once, so you both listen to me carefully.” She said with a fiery look on her eyes. “My personal feelings are not of your concern, you listen? I’m not letting an intimate confession come in the way of all my work, and my sacrifice.”

That last remark tingled Levi’s senses, he knew that was for him.

“Everything I did, I did as a soldier, as a companion, and as a friend. Nothing more. I don’t need for you to take responsibility for how I feel. If I want to believe in someone, then I will, and If I want to marry them, I can ask them myself.”

Both men sat in silence, as Petra took complete control over that conversation. Her words sounded strong and disciplined, once again demonstrating the incredible determination that she possessed, even when she was in such a vulnerable moment. Levi knew perfectly well that she was capable of taking charge of her feelings, after all, that had been one of the reasons he chose her in the first place.

“Good for me then, Petra.” He told her, respecting her decision to end the matter there.

“You’re right… Please forgive me.” Said Elias, shortly after.

“You guys should try this apple pie! Ilse’s sweets are always good.” Petra spoke once again, putting the best face she could to lighten the mood.

In a short time, the intensity of the atmosphere began to dissipate, leading to something more festive. The three of them struck up simpler conversations as the hours passed. Levi watched them surprisingly relaxed, thinking about how such a gloomy memory could have led to such a funny scene.

Once finished, Petra insisted on helping her father with some farm work. Levi knew the carriage would be picking them up shortly, but he decided to let it pass. When the driver arrived, he gestured for him to turn around, leaving Petra and Elias to enjoy a few more hours together. Later, he himself would accompany her on foot to the barracks.

The hours went by as Petra and her father happily shared their tasks. Elias had been the third person who had found himself doing things alone since that day... But right now, they had each other again. Levi decided to help them too, looking from afar the family that would’ve welcomed him.

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