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brailsthesmolgurl · 1 month

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HOW WOULD THE LNDS BOYS REACT TO YOU FORGETTING ABOUT A DATE?

Just some mild fluff before I proceed to ravage you all with more angst writings :) Read my recent angst please : Damnation

Read my most recent fluff: LNDS Boys as Daddies

Warnings: fluffy af, sfw

Rafayel knows that you know he does not like waiting. But, he also knows the risk of your job and how it sometimes take up a lot of your time. But in this scenario, BOTH of your time. Rafayel sat at home, hands holding his phone, and his eyes would not wander off of the screen. Highly anticipating for a call, a text even. But it never came.

"Rafayel!" The door busted opened, and his burgundy-shaded eyes darted up. His eyes widened as he noticed your arrival, but narrowed again and he turned his head away from you. "Rafayel, I am so so sorry. I had totally forgotten about our date today!"

You walked in, pulling onto the hem of your dress, the one that Rafayel had got it specially tailored for you just for the dinner function you guys would be attending tonight. But, you did promised him that prior to that event, both of you would grab ice cream together. Until, you slept late the night before and you nearly forgotten about the date.

"I do not have the energy to deal with a goldfish. And, I am certainly not going to entertain you." He tossed his phone onto his couch and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes still not facing you. You sat on the marble floor, and reached your hand out to touch his thigh and you watched as the tip of his ear turned rubicund, matching the tint on the apples of his cheeks. Knowing him well enough, the pout on his lips would make him look like a puffer fish. Puff for me or puff me please.

"Rafayel, I am really sorry okay, I did not mean to forget about this date. I just fell asleep pretty late last night as I was filing reports for all of the recent areas that wanderers had appeared and the deadline is today." You sighed and rubbed your hands against his thigh. Eyes scanning his body language, hoping he would not toss a fuss. Not that you mind, but you figured that you would not want him to pull out of the event last minute as this dress of yours does cost him a pretty penny and you wanted the dress to serve its purpose.

His hand reached out to grab yours, to silently indicate you to stop and he turned around to look at you. The pout that was no longer evident on his lips silently made you wished you had teased him further. He actually looked adorable with that pout of his and sometimes it is worth the trouble just to witness it.

Taking in your features, dark circles seemed to be an accessory for your face nowadays. Sighing, he held your cheeks in his lanky hands. "I see that you have not manage to do your makeup. Would you like me to do it for you instead?"

"No no, Rafayel. I was late, I could not possibly ask you to do my makeup! I can do it myself, I brought my makeup along!" You mustered a smile on your face, hands rustling through your bagpack and you pulled out a small pouch, filled with all of the makeup necessities you need for an event. The sight of the makeup bag did not impressed Rafayel but instead made him scoffed at you in return.

"That is a small makeup bag for such a big event. My lover cannot appear looking like a hag, she has to look like a queen. And a queen I shall make her to be. I have better makeup equipment than you eventhough I am a guy." Rafayel tossed his hair back and used his hands to run through his silky purple strands.

"You mean those?" Index finger pointing towards the stacks of paints by the other side of the room. "God knows what other infection I will get this time. The last time you did my makeup with those paints, I ended up with conjunctivitis."

"Hey hey, now, you may insult the tools I have, but you never insult my skills, yeah? I would still admit I did a pretty good job with paint for makeup." He spoke proudly and he stood up, walking off to his lavish bedroom. It did not took him long before he appeared with a bucket bag in his hand. "So I made preparations this time."

He sat down on the floor, in front of you this time, and he opened the bucket bag to reveal all of the makeup tools. They all looked very new and awfully expensive. With silver handles and bristles that looked like it was made out of the finest hairs within the makeup industry you could imagine. "That is a lot of makeup." You blurted out. Can you imagine how many videos he had watched just to get the right makeup kit for you?

"It is to save you from having to bring over your makeup next time and gives me another outlet to channel my creativity. How about we both stay home for now and I take the time to do your makeup, yeah?" He nudged your nose, a smile forming on his pink lips. "I know that I do not like waiting, but for you, I will always be more than willing to wait."

Xavier stood outside of the claw machine outlet, arms crossed on the front of his chest and he was looking everywhere. For you. He glanced down at his hunter's watch. 2pm. But he has not even seen your face since the last hour. You were supposed to meet up at 1pm, but your no-show is getting him a little worried.

He took his phone out of his pocket, going through messages, sliding thoroughly across his message app to ensure he does not miss out on anything: Jeremy...work...work...Jeremy. He really has no friends I guess. Welp, less time for others, more time for you! But none from you. As he was about to give you a call, his cerulean eyes caught sight of you running past the square, before stopping to look at traffic and you continued running. By the time you arrived in front of him, you were huffing and panting. Hands on your knees as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Did your work held you back?" Xavier bent down, clearly concerned as he was analysing the way you were breathing. His eyes at the meantime, scanned your body to ensure that you did not have any wounds on you till he came to your shoes. It was rare for you to wear heels given your job and that you have to constantly be on watch for your surroundings. Xavier's eyes could not leave your pink platform heels. "You ran in those?"

The pointing towards your heels made you snapped your head up to his and his eyes widened, as if he was shocked at your sudden reaction. "Yeah, I figured I might as well dress up a little as this is a date afterall. And furthermore, these heels are only 2cm in height, it will not stop me from fighting wanderers. Stylish and practical." Your chirped, answering his question and giving him extra information that you know he would ask eventually. As you stand up straight, he finally get to take a look at your whole outfit. A white loose polyester-made sweatshirt tucked in behind a denim overall skirt, and it is clear as day that you had put on some makeup. "What are you looking at?"

"It...uhm...you look different." He said, hands coming up to rub his lips, a nature of his when he is either flabbergasted or in awe. "I think you look pretty today." His eyes caught yours again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Oh yeah, before i forget, I am sorry Xa---." You wanted to apologise for making him wait for an hour for you. There are times where you would be late to work or to a date, but being an hour late is definitely inexcusable and Xavier had every right to receive compensation from you.

"Don't be." He interrupted you mid way and disregarded your apology. "I can wait. I had nothing to do anyways. I even managed to take a short nap as I was waiting for you." He displayed a small smile, a comforting one. "But I would like for you to pay for my meal as you did made me wait for you for an hour." Hearing that request, you could not stop a smile from appearing onto your face. Getting complimented by him and also getting forgiven by him seemed like a huge green flag to you and well, you are his afterall as he is to you. You finally take your time to analyse his outfit for the date. There is no doubt he put some effort into this date as well.

A white shirt with black slacks, with a pale yellow cardigan for the an accent of colour to his outfit. Guess he is not that bad at dressing himself up. "You look dashing as well yourself." You complimented and his eyes caught yours once again, a smile emerging on his face. "I like the colours that you had chosen for today. It fits your aesthetic, especially with your blonde hair, the pale yellow really suits you." We all love the soft boys aesthetic, especially if Xavier is your type, squeal.

"I did took some time to research on the outfits that guys would usually wear for dates. Most of the searches showed tuxedos and blazers but I figured that would be too much for casual dates so I ended up settling for this." He gestured towards his own outfit, his tone carrying a hint proudness when he talked about his searching progress. "Anyways, what you do you plan to eat?"

"How does hotpot sound, Xavier?" You reached out to grab his hand and he took the chance to intertwine his fingers with you as both of you started walking down the street together. You noticed how some passerbys would eye Xavier, I mean, who would not? He is such an eye candy especially with the outfit he had chosen for himself.

Xavier looked up at the sky, what was once a sunny scene is now becoming gloomy, with dark clouds closing in one another. A rain is expected to be arriving. "Hotpot in rain sounds like a great date to me. And I personally think with you accompanying me to eat hotpot, I would gladly wait for you always."

The ringing of your phone blasted through the silence of your room and you were jolted awake. You hastily grabbed the device and held it to your ear. "Where are you?" Zayne's voice rang through your speaker.

You sprung up on your bed, the sudden movement made your bed creak and you hear another sentence came through your phone. "Were you asleep?" You hesitated, as you did not want his suspicion to be confirmed. But you did not even get a chance to answer before he spoke. "I am coming over now."

You hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, thinking you could tidy yourself up to give yourself a better reason to explain on why you were late for the morning coffee date you had set with Zayne since last week. But your late night movie marathon gave you such a dopamine rush that your had forgotten the dictionary word of 'sleep' and 'waking up early for a date'.

After you had brushed your teeth, you were going to take a shower next before the sound of the doorbell spooked you. IT WAS BARELY 3 minutes. How close was he to your house? The last you recalled, the coffee shop you guys were planning to visit was halfway across town and that would take around a 30 minutes drive. Another ring of the doorbell turned your fast walk into a straight up sprint, running past the corner of your house to get to the front door. But a slip on your floor mat, made you stumbled and you hit your shin against your coffee table and you squeaked. Yes, squeaked like a rat.

Once you got to the door, you unlocked the bolt and you opened your door, revealing the tall man, wearing all black, with dark features being his trademark. You adjusted your stance and stood still, eyes wandered everywhere, purposely avoiding his intense stare. "You looked like you were in your dreamland." His monotonous voice cut through the tension in between you two. "Is that the reason why you were late?"

You stood aside as he took a step into your house, taking his leather shoes off and he placed it on your shoe rack neatly. "I am sorry Zayne." You closed the door, and muttered your apology as you turned around to face the towering man. "I overslept and forgotten about our date. I am really sorry."

"You do know that if you constantly sleep late at night, it would deteriorate your health right?" He reached out his hand to the small of your back and he slowly guided you towards the couch in your living area. You nodded, eyes still refusing to meet his as you felt guilt eating into your gut. Noticing how you were slightly limping on one leg, he squatted down immediately to take a look at your leg. "It seems like the bang that I had heard just now was from you."

"I...I did not want to make you wait at the door as I was already late for our date." You muttered and mustered just enough courage to run your hands through his slick black hair. His hazel-green eyes looked up to catch yours and he seemed to relax a little. "I am sorry Zayne."

"Come, let's get you seated." Before you could say anything, he lifted you up bridal style and took a few long strides before seating you onto the couch. "Getting yourself hurt just so you can reach to me on time is not an ideal scenario to me. The last thing I would want is for you to be hurt. Wait here." He stood up and took strides towards your bathroom, probably to get your med kit.

Indeed, he comes back with the med kit and immediately started working on the small cut accompanied by a bruise on your shin, applying antiseptic on it before placing a plaster onto the wound. "I am sorry Zayne. I will not be late again. It is so careless of me to miss out on our date when today is one of the only days I get to meet you throughout the week."

"People forget, it is part of the human's nature. Eventhough I am busy, you can always stop by to visit me at Akso Hospital. I can schedule my surgeries to have short breaks in between if your concern is that we are not spending enough time together." His respond is the method he uses to accept your apology. He is not good with comfort, but he does have his ways to show you that he cares about you and about this relationship. "Does your shin still hurt?" The shake of your head indicated a no and he took in a deep breath, packing the items he had used for your wound back into the med kit and he took a small stool and sat onto it. A big man on a small stool making me gag through my laughs. Although the stool is not that tall, but with a giant like him sitting on it, his eyes are levelled against you. This allows him to see you at a better angle, to analyse your facial features better.

"How long have you been waiting for me?" You asked, eyes looking into his mesmerizing ones and he took your small hand into his. His eyes looked down towards your calloused fingers and he placed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his warm lips no longer a foreign feeling on your skin. Your cheeks flushed at the interaction.

"I figured I could fetch you there instead of having you to sit on public transports to reach there. So, I had my car parked outside of your condo since an hour ago." He said, hands reaching up to touch the side of your cheeks. "Although I was a little frustrated that you were taking a while, but I was more concerned on what had happened to you. You are weaker than what you seem."

"I am not weak." You responded, lip turning into a frown. The sight of you pouting at him calling you weak made him smile. "I was just busy watching movies that I liked yesterday night and I just happened to sleep late. But I am in no way weak or whatsoever. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I never doubted your capabilities to take care of yourself. But for some instances---" He pointed at your plastered shin and flashed you a smirk. "I am glad to identify myself as your appointed physician. But you said that you were watching movies till late night yesterday, and that you overslept?"

You nodded and he added on. "Then I suppose as your prime physician, I would advise you not to sleep late anymore. Instead, we can both watch however much movies you want whenever we are on a date so that could probably prevent you from oversleeping on our dates right?" He looked at you with comforting eyes and he pulled you to sit onto his lap. "And regardless, waiting for you will always be better than seeing you being hurt."

I may or may not have gone haywire on the wordings, so hopefully these would give you guys a good brain rot.

Drop me comments as it would brighten up my day and lemme know if you have any requests as well for any stories :)

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #lnds #fluffy #fluff #lnds x reader

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grandlinedreams · 2 months

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|| Cassian occupies more of my thoughts than he should tbh

|| warnings: mate!cassian, uhh pretty much pwp, oral (fem receiving), piv unprotected sex (make informed choices, kids!), maybe I got a little wine drunk when i started this last night but hey sinful sunday am i right, inappropriate usage of a couch and a library, finger sucking

He's doing it on purpose.

You're sure that he is ㅡ the drag of his fingers up and down your leg is slow and intentional, and it's making it increasingly hard to focus on the book you've been trying to read.

Keyword: trying.

By the third pass of his fingertips against the inside of your thigh, you've read the same paragraph six times ㅡ and you exhale. "Cassian."

His answer is a drowsy hum and the lift of his head from where he's pillowed against your stomach. "What?"

You wonder if he knows what he's doing ㅡ perhaps not, because the drowsiness in his eyes suggests he'd almost been asleep. The way he's sprawled out over you can hardly be the most comfortable, but the lax fold of his wings says that he's been content.

You find it in yourself to feel a little bad for bothering him and he hums again when you slip your fingers into his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp.

Cassian's expression reminds you of a pleased cat, and part of you expects him to start purring. Instead, he's a little more awake as he nudges his chin against your stomach. "Is that book good?"

You blink, eyes flicking to the book, the pitiful amount that you've read, and then you shrug. "I guess so."

"Not an encouraging statement," Cassian says, eyes gleaming as he adjusts how he's settled over you. "What's it about?"

Mother damn it all. Cassian watches as you struggle to come up with an answer. "Well," you say lamely, "I haven't read much of it, so..."

"You've been here for hours," Cassian points out. "Normally you'd have been done with that book and onto the next."

"Doesn't help when I have a breathing blanket on me," you huff, cheeks hot. "You keep touching me and it's distracting."

You realize your mistake the second the words leave your lips, teeth clicking together as Cassian's eyes gleam with a darker, predatory light.

"Oh," he almost purrs as he moves further up, caging you in as he looms over you. "I'm distracting, am I?"

You don't need to look at his pupils to know they're blown wide with lust, the knead of his fingers at your hips and the stiff press of him against your thigh.

"Want to see how distracting I can be?"

"We're in public," you protest, and he laughs quietly.

"Not really."

"This is the library," you whine, and he grins.

"You think Rhys or Az haven't done things in here before?" Your hips jerk underneath him, and he pinches at your skin with a growl. "You better not be imagining either one of them."

Heat unfurls in your lower belly, stoked coals that ignite as you arch against him, pressing into the upward wander of one of his hands to your breast. He palms it, and you exhale a soft moan.

"And if I am?"

It's a challenge, one you know is going to get you in trouble as Cassian almost snarls against your neck and nips hard enough that you cry out.

"Then I'll have to remind you who you should be thinking about then, hm?"

If someone were to walk in, there's absolutely no way they wouldn't know what you're doing. For starters, the smell of arousal is sharp in the air ㅡ the second is that you're bare from the waist down, legs on either side of Cassian's head, pressing into the plush cushion of the couch as he grips your hips and fucks his tongue into you like a man possessed.

And he may as well be for the skilled work of that slick muscle inside you, the noises you fight to stifle into your arm as he bumps your clit with his nose.

"Fuck, Cass," you whine, and you tense when he laughs against your slick, aching core, kitten licks that have you groaning and fighting to cant your hips down against his face.

He allows you the tiny victory of his tongue back against your folds, licking in earnest now as you pant and muffle your moans into the couch cushion.

He doesn't need to feel the pleasure rolling down your end of the bond to know how you're feeling, the little hitched breaths and shuddering gasps more than enough to have him palming himself to your sounds, lapping at your abundant slick with a groan of his own.

But your mate has never been particularly patient when you sound like that, too eager to have his cock inside you to let you finish on his tongue. He soothes your whine of frustrated protest with a kiss that tastes like you, lets you lick into his mouth as he works his pants down enough to free his length.

"Ride me," he huffs against your mouth, nipping at your jawline as he coaxes you back, legs settling on either side of his hips as he positions himself against you. He growls at the way your eyes flutter when the blunt tip of him nudges at your entrance, teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder as you sink down onto him.

There's a brief moment of heavy breathing as you adjust, the clench of your walls making him tense further as he fights to not simply flip your position ㅡ and then you're moving, the undulation of your hips making Cassian's head tip back against the decorative couch pillow with a moan.

"Shh," you murmur unsteadily as you bounce in his lap. "Do you want them to hear us?"

It's the wrong thing to say because Cassian's eyes light with challenge, cock twitching inside you before he bucks up and you curl, hand slapped to your mouth to keep from keening.

It doesn't take much to switch your position, his wings stretching out a little to help balance him as he presses you beneath him.

"You're the one who's loud, sweetheart," he says, grinning as the deep, deliberate grind of his hips into yours has you arching, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

"Cass," you manage when he slings one of your legs higher against his hip to sink a little deeper into you. "Cass, please, I can'tㅡ"

"Love hearing you beg," Cassian murmurs. "My pretty baby, can't have everyone hearing how good I make you feel, hm? Your noises should be just for me."

The slip of his fingers into your mouth is familiar, the obedient part of your lips that darkens his eyes further as you dig your teeth into the tip of his index.

"Don't be a brat," he warns, though the threat is ruined for the way he grunts when you clench around him. "Little vixen," he hisses as he resumes the movement of his hips.

You hum around his digits, flattening your tongue against them as he thrusts into you harder. The couch frame creaks a little in protest beneath you but you can't bring yourself to care, especially not when Cassian tugs his fingers free of your mouth in favor of rubbing a spit slick finger against your clit.

It's sheer will that you don't scream at the contact, arching as he works tight circles against the swollen bud, groaning as you clamp around him erratically. "Come on baby," he huffs, "wanna feel you soak my cock. Can you do that for me?"

Your answer is the dig of your teeth into his shoulder as you come, making him hiss as you tighten and pulse around him. He isn't far behind you though, hips flush to yours as he spills into you with a low moan before collapsing over you.

Chest heaving, you tug at one of the loose locks of dark hair. "Can't believe you got me to do this with you, you menace."

Cassian lifts his head, giving you a grin that sends your heart skipping a beat. "You love me."

Your fingers thread into his hair. "Yeah," you say, "I do." His expression softens before he's leaning up for a soft kiss ㅡ and then the moment is ruined by the horribly familiar voice of your High Lord ringing in your head.

I hope the two of you plan on getting a new couch for the library.

#ㅡmine.#acotar x reader #cassian x reader #acotar smut

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hlvstia · 1 year

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— i’ll always find a way to see you, again.

pair : chishiya x fem!reader

summary : you find yourself in a shit position— which is… almost meeting death.

warnings : mentions of pills & self harm— & one mention of nigari.

spoilers : please do not continue reading if you haven’t finished alice in ( the ) boarderland s2 yet! ( under rewriting cuz tumblr deleted half my stuff… )

line divider by : 🫀 !

it was not only that, but you knew you had to win this game— for a fighting chance at love, and for a chance to have friends that meant a lot to you.

mira kano had only one goal, which was to make you forfeit the game— so you couldn’t find the truth, and never return to your world. and you had to admit, she had the skill to make you feel like you never existed; perhaps it was a perk of her being a physicalist. she knew the way around the human body, aka the mind.

no matter how hard you wanted to focus on croquet, she had questions after questions— that targeted towards you and your brother.

“karube left me…” your eyes watered, looking down to see your hands already fidgeting with themselves.

“and how does that make you feel, [y/n]? how did you feel when your big brother left you? to fend for yourself?” mira always had this comforting voice, which compelled you even more to reply to her nonsense.

it wasn’t like he actually left you… one day, you two were playing a game until he had gone his separate way due to the king of spades massive shoot-out. and so, you never saw him again— but he still wanted to protect you, right?

you kept quiet, feeling your eyes water as she slided the pills towards you, following up with a cup of water. “this’ll make you feel better… why don’t you take this and then answer me?” she kept on persisting on you and arisu to take the pills, but usagi didn’t like the idea of that. she knew what mira was trying to do; make you two forfeit so you could lose the game. “you guys, snap out of it! she’s trying to trick you both into forfeiting! please!” usagi yelled, shaking the two of you.

“no— i… it’s true though. maybe he doesn’t actually care about me.. the pills will make me feel better, right?” your eyes darted towards the pills, your hands reaching for them but an abrupt slapped them away from your touch. “[y/n], you can’t! please— come back to me. look at me and tell me that you’re here… with us, with me!”

usagi grabbed your hands, looking up to you— “[y/n]…” she whispered into a crying sob, looking over at arisu who was currently on the floor. “i know you want to escape, [y/n]… just say you quit and you can be free. you may not even be real…” the queen of hearts surely had a way with her words, to the point where it was truely believable to the human mind.

snapping back to reality, you saw usagi holding a piece of glass, placing it near her wrist. “usagi—” your sentence was cut off by her swift movement cutting her wrist to prove that this was real. “usagi!” you yelled, catching her into your arms as you softly placed her on the ground, your lap as a pillow for her head. “just win this for me and arisu… i want the chance to shop at the mall with you, do our taxes together, and maybe when do mountain climbing…” as each second grew, her voice declined more into a little rasp. this is when you knew you had to win, for them.

“i still want to play, mira! i want to do the last round!” within a heartbeat, you stood up holding the croquet stick. “as you wish,” her lips quivered into a small smile, holding hers straight.

positioning yourself, you aimed your stick towards one of the ball so it could enter through the little hoops, and to your success it did. and as said, the game would go on for about 3 hours— which meant… you made it towards the end. you finally beat the final face game. the queen of hearts.

even so, listening to her goodbye speech made you realize something… life was too short, and it was sure risk taking. in addition to that, there were two choices— to either decline or accept staying in the current world you were in.

as caption obvious, you all said decline. you wanted to go to your world that you could see all your friends, but possibly, not see your current ones that you trusted as of now. it was apart of the choice though, to take that chance.

you rushed down the building, sprinting your way towards chishiya, ignoring nigari ( BOOO, 🍅 ). “hey, you actually did it.” his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes squinting at the bright light. “please shut up and just fucking decline the offer, shuntaro.” you held onto his hand, still looking over at his wound. he let out a little chuckle, tightening the grip onto your hold. “i decline,”

chishiya pulled you closer, letting you lean on his chest with ease. but everything felt weird as the fireworks went off, and it ended off with you dozing off and ending up in a new place. your world, that you all knew.

“[y/n], come!” your friends called you over, waving at this outside cafe area. “coming!” you yelled back, jogging over to see their smiles. “so, did you hear? kai’s university was struck down by a meteor… and thank god he’s still beside us!” one of them spoke, but it seemed like another thing was catching their attention.

“you mean that one…?”

and that’s a wrap! like for part 2 :) cuz’ this definitely took a long time and now i have courage to write for aib! remember to request a specific asks if you have one— for a quick reminder, i do write for marvel, aib, and some anime’s.

bruh i gave up cuz tumblr DELETED HALF MY PARAFRAPHS 😭 this is all y’all get IM SO SORRY

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Could make a story where the Dark! Steve Rogers meets The Reader at a live music bar, where she sings a song? Steve Rogers ends up falling in love with her. He spies on her for a while before finally taking her to be his wife.

Favorite Singer

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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(female reader)

WARNINGS: Kidnapping.

AN: Thanks for requesting and I hope you like this :) Make sure to reblog and give me feedback.

You pour your heart into the song, a hand glued to the microphone. Your eyes are closed so it’s easier to forget about the large amount of spectators in the pub and to focus on the lyrics and the tone.

It’s always an overwhelming experience to sing in public but you still do it. Afterall, singing is your passion and finding good gigs is extremely hard so when you got the chance of a part-time job as a singer in the pub you really couldn’t decline.

Small steps towards success, you guess.

The song slowly comes to an end and you open your eyes as applauses start to rain down. A shy smile makes its way to your mouth and you quickly bow your head, thanking the audience.

You wave at the rest of the live band members, bidding them goodbye before returning to the backstage as they keep playing. Heading towards the shared room for the artists, you stop on your tracks once you notice a tall man standing next to the door.

You don’t recognize him.

Blonde hair, muscular body. He looks strong and something in his posture reminds you of a soldier.

His eyes turn towards you and you are instantly surprised by his beauty. He's almost perfect.

He gives you a smile, taking a step towards you.

“Hey.” his voice is surprisingly soft yet deep. You remain in silence, wondering what he’s here for. It’s prohibited for customers to come backstage, they only congratulate you while you’re in the pub.

He awkwardly moves his feet, eyes fixed on you and for a moment they trail down your dress, down to your bare legs before he quickly raises his eyes back to your face.

“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.” he says, a hand rubbing his neck. “I’m a big fan of yours. I’m always here whenever you sing and you have an amazing voice.”

You raise your eyebrows, returning him a smile.

“Oh, thank you so much. It means a lot that you’ve enjoyed it. I hope the others also did.”

“Everyone loves you around here. I’ve been watching you sing. You’re very talented. And gorgeous.” he adds, a shy smile on his face. You press your lips together, feeling both flattered and hesitant.

You wish someone would appear to break the awkwardness. You can almost predict what he’s about to say and you really wish he doesn’t.

“Hum, thanks. Sorry, I really need to…” you point towards the door and Steve immediately rushes to the side, freeing the door.

“Of course, my bad. Hey, I was just wondering if you’d like to have a drink with me? My treat.” he looks at you with hope in his blue eyes and you feel bad to refuse him.

“I’m so sorry but I can’t.” you blurt out, biting your lip in discomfort, nervously fiddling with your hands.

Steve’s eyebrows raise as he catches the simple golden ring on your left hand. His expression hardens but he still gives you a tense smile.

“Of course, I’m sorry about bothering you then.” with those short words he leaves, disappearing from the corridor.

The next few weeks your life settles back into a comfortable routine. The pub ends up offering you a full-time job, with a better pay and the proposal to sing there more nights.

The crowd seems to enjoy you more and more every night and it fills you with joy to see your skills being recognized.

You never mentioned to your husband the awkward incident of that night, but you often see Steve in the pub, catching a brief glance of him seated in the back of the room.

He didn’t approach you again yet you always felt his sharp eyes following you and it made you more uneasy than ever. But he kept his distance and that was enough for you.

Tonight it was no different.

It was a good night for you, many people felicitated you for the performance you did and even the owner complimented you endlessly for how well you’ve sung.

It’s with a wide smile that you head out of the pub, your heart bursting with happiness.

The streets are empty and dark, only the dim light from the streetlamps illuminating the way. You hold your phone as you head towards your car, quickly sending a text to your husband to let him know that you’re on your way home.

You barely hear the light footsteps before one hand covers your mouth with a soaked cloth as another tightly grips around your waist.

In horror, you drop your phone as you try to fight against your assailer but to no avail as you breathe in from the cloth, the strong smell immediately causing you to doze off, fading away into the darkness.

You wake up with a sudden jump, eyes opening in a flash. The room you’re in is completely dark except for the little moonlight that shines through the curtains.

A small whimper comes out of your mouth when you feel a painful thud in your head and you bring your hand to your forehead, trying to ease the pain that cuts through you. Your thoughts are all confused, unable to think straight with the searing pain.

Your eyes slowly start to get used to the darkness in the room and that's when you notice a figure sitting on a chair, in front of the bed.

An icy feeling invades you as the memory of being grabbed in the street returns. You halt your breathing, completely immobilizing the body.

What should you do?

You look discreetly around the room, trying to figure out where the door is when the figure suddenly speaks.

“There is no way out, if that’s what you’re trying to find.” you feel like you’ve been stabbed in the heart as soon as you hear the deep familiar voice.

You’ve only heard it once but you’re more than capable of recognizing it.

Steve.

A small click is heard and a lamp lights up the entire room, allowing you to see Steve sitting in the chair, arms crossed as he cynically watches you. His face is an indecipherable mask and you feel exposed to him.

“Steve? Please, I don’t-”

“You’ve had your opportunity and you’ve lost it.” he cuts you, his jaw angrily ticking.

“We could’ve had a sweet, loving relationship but you blew that chance. So now we’re going to do things my way.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #yandere marvel #dark marvel #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve rogers x reader #yandere!steve rogers #yandere!steve rogers x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #yandere scenarios

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aniwahstan · 1 year

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The one where Regulus knows that Remus is a werewolf

“How?” James scratches his head trying to remember if he perhaps slipped one of the nights that they shared wine or whiskey. Perhaps he talks in his sleep and Regulus failed to mention it.

“James.” Regulus rolls his eyes without looking up from his book. “You have made some weak excuse to not spend the night with me nearly every full moon for two years. I actually thought maybe it was you until I found out you're an animagus yourself. Werewolves can’t be both. Did you know?”

Regulus is sometimes too perceptive for his own good. James truly thought he was getting away with it. He figured he would have noticed if Regulus had suspicions. He’s far too skilled in his control. In keeping his secrets hidden. James would have been none the wiser had he not plainly admitted he knew about Remus’ affliction moments before.

“I did know that,” James responds. He’s impressed. And mildly annoyed that Regulus holds so much of his knowledge privately when James feels like an open book.

“I assume my brother and Peter share your ability?” Regulus asks it nonchalantly, and leaves James stunned once again. He really needs to get better at keeping secrets.

“Erm…” James fills the space with the awkward word. Regulus is enjoying seeing him squirm under the pressure of revealing all of his mate’s crimes.

“No offense, James, but if anyone is wise to the fact that any of you are an animagus, they’re going to figure out pretty quickly that you all are. Sirius calls you Prongs, for Merlin’s sake. You all call Remus Moony. Not exactly subtle nicknames.”

It’s a fair point. When they created their nicknames in fourth year, it hadn’t occurred to them that it was a tell. They were young and naive. They thought they would remain the untouchable Marauders forever. The nicknames have become so ingrained in their friendships it’s second nature to switch back and forth between their given names and the nicknames regardless of their present company. James makes a mental note to remind his mates to use caution with them moving forward.

“Does it hurt having to carry around all that information all the time?” James relents to the fact that he may never be able to keep a secret from Regulus. He’s too observant. Too clever. Regulus' lip quirks up as he continues reading his book. James knows he won’t acknowledge nor accept the compliment. He pulls his face from the book and forces him to look up at him. He kisses the forehead that contains Regulus’ brilliant mind.

#jegulus #regulus always be one step ahead #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #jegulus fic #marauders #remus lupin #jegulus microfic #James is impressed and scared of how smart his bbg is

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forgedroyalseal · 7 months

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My Reputation’s Never Been Worse

A/N: Above is the link to the playlist for this series which I really recommend listening to while you read this chapter

Chapter 18:

The sun had long since set when Will found himself staring at the door in front of him. It was rather unremarkable as doors went. It lacked any of the intricate carvings that the doors to the king’s chambers or the great hall were embellished with. Even the pattern of the wood grain was faint and plain. So why was Will stuck staring at it as if it was a masterpiece? He signed and turned to lean his back against the wall besides the offending door. He let his eyelids drop with a sigh. It shouldn’t be this hard. He should be able to turn the knob and enter the room and have some much needed rest. Just down the hall, Miles and Nyah were in guest suites of their own. Will smiled as he remembered their eagerness to tell him about every little detail of the rooms. The comforts, that to any nobleman would seem like a basic right, were the most decedent luxuries either of them had ever experienced.

Will had done his best to look impressed by their child-like descriptions of the wide mattresses, heavy decorative quilts, and feather filled pillows, but he couldn’t help but feel somewhat betrayed. He had firmly resisted sleeping within the palace walls, so long as one discounted the rest he had taken in the dungeon. But that was less a voluntary nap and more his mind and body collapsing from exhaustion and stress. After dinner, Will had expected that the three of them would go back to the camp site from the previous nights. He hadn’t even considered the fact that while he was in Eisel they had been offered, and had accepted, rooms of their own in the palace’s guest wing. Of course, it made perfect sense. Will had left them under the care of George, and the idea that George would ever let anyone sleep outside rather than in a warm bed was preposterous. Besides, Miles and Nyah had no reason to distance themselves from the luxuries that were overflowing from the castle and it’s staff. It made total sense. But then, why did it still hurt him?

“You know, it’s pretty cold out. I wouldn’t be surprised if we have frost in the morning.”

The corner of Will’s lips tilted up and he rolled his head over to watch Cassandra sidle up besides him. “I can handle a little cold. Even the worst of our winters are nothing compared to Skandia.”

She ignored him and continued. “Looks like rain too. Yeah I bet it will storm all night.”

“I’m not made of sugar. I won’t melt.”

Cassandra narrows her eyes at him. “Between the dark and the rain, the guards might mistake you for a bandit and shoot on sight.”

“I may not be as skilled as Gilan, but I’m still pretty good at not being noticed when I don’t want to be.”

Cassandra huffed in irritation and glared at Will. “Just sleep inside Will!” She half shouted half whined. “If you sleep outside tonight you’ll wake up cold and wet and miserable and you’ll be a bear all day tomorrow.”

“Cass,” Will said gently, but she kept going.

“And I know Horace told you about the wedding. What are you planning on doing until then, sleeping outside all winter? You’re just doing this for the sake of proving a point and the only thing you are proving is that you are as stubborn as a mule and won’t listen to reason.”

Will paused this time to see if she had anything else, but when she just folded her arms and slumped into the wall he said, “Cass, I am really happy for you and Horace. And I know things are, better, than they were when I first came back. I’m better. But I can’t just pretend like nothing happened. Like I wasn’t stabbed in the back by the people within this very castle.”

“And so you think they are going to come after you again? Drag you out of bed and into the cells?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Seriously Will? How can you not see that every person here regrets what happened? That my father is still sick over it? That Crowley barely sleeps anymore? Even Horace will wake in the middle of the night, a shaking apology abandoned on his lips. And don’t even get me started on Halt.”

A thick silence passed between them, then Cassandra let her head fall onto Will’s shoulder. “Go to bed Will. Please.” She whispered. He knew what she really wanted to say was stay here Will. And he was grateful that she didn’t.

“OK. I’ll see you in the morning.” He lightly kissed her cheek as his pushed away from the wall. He placed a hand on the brass doorknob and she stood still, not leaving for her own room until she saw Will step into him.

He bowed his head to her. “Goodnight Evanlyn. Sleep well.”

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Will woke to a soft knock at his door. He wasn’t sure what surprised him more, the fact that he had managed to sleep the whole night in the room without being attacked or the that he hadn’t risen with the sun as he usually did.

“A moment.” He called, voice rough and gravelly with sleep. Will rubbed his hands over his face and hair in an attempt to wake himself more throughly. He slipped out from under the warm covers and grasped out at the dressing robe that had been left for him. It was a rich green with little golden threads woven throughout. It was beautiful without being garish and Will knew that Cassandra had picked it out intentionally for him. Which meant she had been convinced he’d be spending the night in this room and not outside. He wouldn’t be surprised to see the wardrobe filled with similar clothing in his size.

Will made his way to the door, stretching as his did so. He assumed it was Horace or Alyss on the other side summoning him for breakfast. Or perhaps Nyah ready to tease him about his sudden change of sleeping arrangements. He was wrong though. Because on the other side of the door stood Halt, a bundle of wildflowers clasped gently in one hand and steaming mug in the other.

“It’s not coffee.” Halt said before Will could say anything. “It’s tea. Good tea, according to Pauline. Not that I’m convinced such a thing exists.”

“And the flowers?”

“For all of the riches and wonders of the palace, I find it lack a certain… homey touch.” And even though it had been so long ago, Will knew exactly why the flowers looked so familiar. It was a near perfect replica of the flowers Halt had left in his room on his first day as an apprentice.

“Picked them yourself?”

“Well, anyone else would have messed it up I’m sure. I’ve got quite an eye for florals.” Halt said seriously, eyes lit with mirth.

“Why are you really here Halt? Because I doubt it’s just to deliver questionable tea and criticize the castle’s lack of style.”

Halt ignores his question and responds with one of his own. “May I come in?”

Will steps to the side, allowing space for Halt to enter the room. He sets the tea down onto a small table besides the reading chair and places the flowers on the bedside table. Will closes the door but doesn’t sit and neither does Halt. The two men stand several feet apart, both unsure how to proceed.

“I just wanted-“

“What do you-“

Their words collide between them, sentences breaking and falling into the space between them. Will gestured for Halt to continue.

“I wanted to see you. That’s all.”

Will extends his arms out and turns in a small circle. “You’ve seen me then.”

Halt raises an eyebrow at him and Will has a disorienting flash of deja vu. He remembers every time that eyebrow rose at him for being a smart ass like he was now.

“Alright, perhaps I did have one more intention for coming. Pauline told me what she asked of you. And I just wanted to let you know that this is the one and only time you don’t have to listen to her. I don’t want you to force yourself into forgiving me just because she asked you too. You have every right to be angry with me.”

Will thought about it. Thought about how when Pauline had asked him to forgive Halt, he had been so sure that he would, eventually. But why was he so determined to put it off. What was the point? “I’m so tired of being mad at everyone I love. I’ve been dragging this hate around with me for five years, and it is exhausting. But I just can’t seem to let it go.” Will kept his eyes trained down. He focused on the swirling greens and blues of the soft rug below his feet, and not the man, the father, standing in front of him. “I want to forgive you. All of you. But I don’t know how to move on. I could barely bring myself to sleep in this room last night. How am I supposed to come back and go about my life again? How do I know when it’s time to stop running? Because right now, I feel like if I stay, I’ll be tore apart. Caught between two sides of myself. But if I go, then I’ll be letting everyone down. And I’ll just keep running away from the people I love until the day I die.” Will’s voice cracked and he sniffed, desperately trying to push away the tears he felt forming in the corners of his eyes.

Halt stepped closer and cupped Will’s face in his hands, gently tilting his chin up so their eyes met. “Will, you are my son. All that matters to me, all that has mattered to me since the day I found you, is your happiness. Losing you was the hardest thing I have ever had to endure, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for robbing you of your peace and joy over the past few years. All I want is for you to be safe and happy. And if you need to walk away from me, from us, to find that somewhere else in the world, then that is what you should do. Losing you again will break me, but watching you suffer even more so if you stay? That will destroy me. You need to prioritize yourself Will. Not me, or Horace, or Alyss. You. That’s all we want from you.”

“I- I don’t know what to do.” Will admitted in a small voice, finally letting go of any semblance of confidence. “I don’t know how to stay, but I don’t want to go.”

“We can make it work Will. If you want to stay, then you should stay.”

Will shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”

“It can be. We can figure anything out. You just need to choose what you want. We’ll support you either way, but you have to decide what you want. What you are willing to work for.”

“I never wanted to leave.” A tear rolled down Will cheek. He raised his eyes to Halt’s, the warmth and love he found in them drowning his fear and pain.

“I want to stay.” Will spoke with a surety he had thought he had long since lost.

Halt smiled. “All right then. You’ll stay.” He pulled Will into his chest with a tight hug and pressed a kiss into his hair. “Welcome home son. Welcome home.”

The End

A/N: I truly cannot express my gratitude to everyone who has read this story, everyone who has commented, everyone who has left kudos. This series has been my longest running project and has prepared me for starting my own original novel next month during NaNoWriMo. I’ve alway wanted to write a complete novel, but if it wasn’t for this fic then I would never have had the faith in myself to believe it was an achievable goal.

Please know how much your support and encouragement has kept me going even when I felt stuck. I genuinely appreciate all of you.

Thank you.

(P.S we all know I have trouble letting things go. I’ve already started the epilogue 😉)

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mojo-chojo · 2 years

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Hi there, im the anon who wrote the scar and tango pole dancing thing.

I'll formally introduce myself now:

Hello, im 06 but my friends call me hestia, that is if I have friends.

I see something I like, I write something, so here's another thing for the spicy chicken au.

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Grian strolled, uncertainty in his steps. Either his hearing is playing games on him, or a lion was on the loose close to mumbo's mansion.

Now, the harpy would usually not even bat an eye, but he is quite worried for a certain sorcerer that went out to retrieve his pet for the harpy and vampire to meet.

Scar would be able to protect himself just fine (that was obvious) but still, it's a big predator in a forrest, no matter how skilled scar is with his sorcery, he is still clumsy and oblivious and the sun's already starting to set. Scar is well known for attracting all types of aggressive creatures.

The harpy finally came across mumbo, sitting and reading a book, peacefully may he add.

". Mumbo! ." The vampire flinched and dropped his book, he turns his head to the harpy, glaring at him. Grian didn't pay mind to the annoyed vampire and plopped down in a vacant chair across from mumbo.

". What? ." He says exhausted and annoyed ". Don't you think scar has been gone for far too long? ," Grian asks ". Not- not like im concerned about him or anything! ." He corrected, a faint blush creeping on his face. The vampire lifted an eyebrow to this ". It's just that- it's just it's scar... You know how he is, and besides, he's known for being a jackass and im worried he may have gotten lost or gotten in an accident, I just- i- we can't lose him again... ." Grian muttered the last sentence, but it was clear that mumbo was also worried now.

Mumbo sighs and setting aside his book ". Im Sure he's fine, scar's smart, and he has a lot of acquaintance's, he probably realized he won't make it here before night and stopped by a friend, or hey even better, he stopped by icandy and got carried away drinking ." Mumbo reasoned, trying to calm himself down ". My point is, I believe scar's smart enough to at least wait the night ."

Mumbo was about to say something but the sound of a lions roar made both of the men stand up.

What was worse, mixed in with the roar was a voice the two men know all too well...

". Scar... ." The two didn't waste any time, grian got to the door way faster than mumbo, at that time, grian had already became aggressive, his wings shot up and was in attack mode, his eyes were dark and the feathers on his arms and face started to grow. Mumbo on the other hand, he was angry, angry at the thought of losing scar again, his jaw clenched so hard he could feel his fangs digging into his lips.

They both grabbed a doorknob and practically ripped it open.

The wind blew past them from the force the two flung open the doors.

Both grian and mumbo was seeing red at this point, grian was already transformed and was ready to fight and mumbo was in attack mode, he was slightly transforming to his other form.

At first the only thing they saw was a lion, no, it was way bigger than a lion.

It was almost as big as grian's harpy form. It had claws and teeth sharp enough to rip through any material you'd give it.

It was grey with some white accents and it was on top of scar, attacking him.

The two was more angry than they originally was and was going to rip this thing to shreds.

But what had stopped the fury of the harpy and vampire was scar, instead of screaming, the sorcerer was laughing, hugging and playfully playing with the creature.

". Jellie! BAHAAHHA-! NO- wait don't lick me you silly goose- hahaha!! ." He laughed as the creature licked his face and was playfully biting the sorcerer's head.

". S- scar!!? ." The two rushed to the sorcerer's side, grabbing him and pulling him to the safety of the still angry harpy and vampire.

". Oh! Grian! Mumbo! My, my am I happy to see you!, I had to walk for so long looking for jellie, she likes to hide ." He beamed, seemingly no registering why grian was in his harpy form and why mumbo was starting to change form himself.

". Wh- what do you mean jellie?! Do- do you mean THAT?!? ." Mumbo shouted, Scar simply nodded and smiled ". Yes!, Grian, mumbo, meet jellie! My cat! She and her friends has been healing at a friends house for some time after getting attacked by some jerks ." He grumbled, angry that his "cat" was injured ". Anyways! Why is grian in harpy form? He's usually not unless he's angry, and you! Mumbo, you look like your about to cry!- ." Scar giggled before both grian and mumbo grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace ". - hm? What's this? The two of you don't usually hug me this tight, is there something wrong? ." The two let go and grian slowly turned back to his more humanoid form ". Yes! A lot of things are wrong, first of all, what took you so long?! It's almost night! And second of all, why the hell is your "cat" so big?! Like that thing can seriously hurt you if your not careful?! And third- ." Grian was cut off by jellie's angrily biting scar's coat, pulling him way from the two.

". Hey! Jellie is not a thing or an it! She's a beautiful cat and I love her! ." Scar scolded, petting jellie's head ". Albeit she has cause me a lot of scar's on my hands, but that's not important! ." He turned and started scratching jellie's face, telling her how she's the cutest and other praises.

". And the reason im late was because she and her friends kept trying to play with me on the way here ." Scar said, in between his baby-talk.

The sentence made both grian and mumbo snap their necks up to scar ". Wait- what do you mean friends? ."

Scar turned his head to look at both of them, his emerald green eyes shining bright under the new moon.

He smiled playfully ". Why of course! She's not the only one of her kind, silly gooses ." The harpy and vampire both took a small step back, not realizing how the sorcerer can be so intimidating under moonlight.

The two watch in horror as silhouettes of creatures, just as big if not bigger than jellie start to pop out of the top of the trees.

Mumbo and grian both avert their gaze to scar. Who's still smiling at them, and how jellie's eyes were starting to get an emerald green shine to them.

Slowly, those emerald green shine started to appear everywhere in the shadows of the forrest and on the silhouettes of the creatures.

It was the first time the two felt a sense of terror.

". S- scar, how much of them did you bring? ." Grian asked, holding Mumbo's arm tightly.

". Oh, I've lost count, you know it's finny, I saved their species from being extinct after breaking all of them free and nurturing them. Now they think im their mom and follow my every command, isn't that cool? ." Scar focused on jellie before snapping his glance back to grian and mumbo ". But a lot of people misunderstand them and hunt them down, so it's hard keeping them safe sometimes ." His smile softened.

". You wouldn't mind them staying here won't you, grian? Mumbo? ." He asks, jellie had stand up and was only being held back by scars touch.

". Yep! They definitely can! Right mumbo! ." Grian turned to mumbo, It seemed more like a demand rather than a question to mumbo ". Right, definitely they can stay, just uh- make sure they don't destroy anything ." Mumbo carefully chose his words because if the cats don't get to him first, grian definitely going to.

Scar clapped his hands together and smiled, his intimidating vibe quickly disappearing.

". Well then!, Come on jellies! Let's go in to your new home! ." Scar smiled, walking past the harpy and vampire, guiding at least 20 creatures, not counting the children.

". What just happened? ." Mumbo asked, severely confused and not realizing what he just did.

". I don't know but dang, scar's intimidating side was kinda hot- ."

". Are you two coming in? ." Scar voice made both flinch out of their trance. He was accompanied by jellie, still seemingly untrusting of the two.

". Uh, yeah, yeah, coming ." Scar shrugs and grabs grian and Mumbo's hand and guided both in to the cat infested mansion.

". Did- did I just get tricked to putting eldritch cats in my house? ." Grian shrugged at Mumbo's still confusion.

". Yeah ." Scar laughed ". But you'll warm up to them, I promise! ." Mumbo sighed, but still, he was more than relieved that scar was alive and well and so is grian...

Despite the now many eldritch cats around the mansion...

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I got bored and decided the jellies are an eldritch cat species and scar saved them from extinction and now is their mother.

Sincerely, 06

i haven't thought what kind of familiar should scar have yet but this is hilarious

and very fitting considering the double life jelly pandas

#spicy chicken au #sorcerer!scar #harpy!grian #vampire!mumbo #anon ask answer

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silver-pieces · 2 years

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purity curbs my tongue

Pairing: kate bishop x (afab) gn!reader (where reader is good at archery)

Word Count: 890

Synopsis: Kate Bishop. Hate sex.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (oral FF), getting locked in a room, a smidge of violence, and one murder threat

A/N: Day Four of Marvel Girlfriend May!! 💜🏹🎯 I love Kate Bishop with a fiery passion!! Thankyou for reading, and please reblog if you like this fic!

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Training at the same place and time was a bad idea. The two of you are categorically incapable of not competing, even with no-one else around.

The sun is low and your exhaustion high by the time you both decide to finish up for the day, so all it takes is an accidentally locked door and ten minutes trapped alone together for things to explode.

You accidentally laugh when Kate tries jigging the doorknob again.

She turns on you, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. “You think I don’t see right through you?” She backs you up, eyes narrowed. “You think I don’t know you’re trying to scare me? Oh, that’s so original, tease the spoilt rich girl.”

Everything about her haughty act annoys you. “God, you are so self-centred. No wonder you can’t stand to lose.”

Anger flashes across her face, and she slams her hand on the wall beside your head. Her eyes dart between yours. “I hate you.”

“I couldn’t give a damn about you,” you snarl back, your blood racing with adrenaline, itching for a fight. You could take her.

In theory, she is better. Her skills are unrivalled. But you know how to get under her skin and distract her. A cocky look in her direction before she shoots, or an insult whispered in her ear when you shake hands and hug in front of the cameras. You’ve learned how to push her buttons, and she always rises to the occasion.

Kate’s gaze darts down to your lips as her dark brows twitch.

You sense the air shifting between you, and a strange tensing coils in your core. This is the closest you have ever been to each other in private. Her eyes, a stormy blend of grey and blue, are beautiful. Pupils dilated.

You have no chance to react before she surges forth and captures your mouth with hers.

You are stunned into stillness, mind blank and overwhelmed at the same time, and your lips respond and open to her before you can stop yourself.

Then she pulls away with a desperate intake of breath, trailing kisses along your chin and down your neck, her hands taking fistfuls of your shirt to hold you in place.

“What are you doing?” you manage to breathe out, a shiver running across your skin.

She doesn’t respond, trailing her mouth and nose down your collarbones and to the edge of your shirt.

“Kate,” you whimper.

Her hands descend down your body, to your shorts, gripping them by the waistband. “I hate these shorts,” she sighs, her voice higher than her usual tone. And with a swift yank, she pulls them down to the floor, revealing your panties.

She looks up at you, glaring, as she hooks a finger underneath the hem of the delicate fabric covering your pussy. “You tell anyone about this, and I’ll kill you.”

Words elude you. All you can do is watch Kate take your panties and slowly pull them down to your ankles.

You are naked from the waist down before her.

Her gaze doesn’t stray from your bareness. Her hand finds the curve of your ass and grips you hard, pulling your pussy to her face.

The first stroke of her tongue is hot and wet. Fuck. She thoroughly invades your folds, licking a thick stripe up to your little point of pleasure.

Your thighs tense around her, head falling back against the wall. Pushing down the instinct to moan, you bite your lip. You won’t give her the satisfaction.

Her other hand cups your pussy and spreads, exposing your clit. Her tongue flicks over it again and again, expertly working up a storm between your legs. Her grip on your ass keeps her face firmly pressed between your thighs, forcing you to arch you back against the wall.

You need to come. “Oh my - god!” Your hands find purchase in her hair, pulling her face impossible closer to your needy cunt.

She licks you faster, up and down, over and over, more and more...

It crests. White hot bliss blooms and spreads from where her tongue presses into your folds. You ride her face, gripping her firmly in place against you, and despite your best efforts, you moan through the pleasure.

“Kate - holy shit - ”

She feasts on you, never slowing her ministrations, drawing your pleasure out expertly until your orgasm finishes, and you rest yourself back on the wall for support.

Relaxing her grip on you, she sits back, wiping her mouth.

You peer down at her in shock. “... what was that?” The words come out harsher than you intended.

“What do you think?” she retorts. How have you never noticed how stormy her eyes get when she’s mad at you? Why is it you want to see them roll back in pleasure, to hear her breathy moans, to see her body contort in pleasure? Like she just did to you?

“I think you need to work on your technique.” The challenge is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. You can never seem to stop yourself around her.

Something flashes in her eyes, and it sends a thrill through your veins. “Could have fooled me,” she snaps.

You tilt your head at her. “Get on all fours, and I’ll show you.”

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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 0.9

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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"Look." Taehyung's thumb slightly raised Ari's upper lip. Revealing two small white canines. "Doesn't she look like a little vampire with those teeth?" He was grinning boyishly, making Cassandra breaking into a grin as well. "She does! I'm kinda afraid of Izzy starting toothing now," she said, faking fear when glancing at her daughter in the stroller. "Does Ari cry often?" They were at one of their usual spots at the lake again. Something they tended to do often lately, whenever they happened to pick up the girls at the same time and didn't already have other plans. It was a nice change in between their everyday life. And it allowed both homebodies to actually spend some time outside in the nice weather.

"Sometimes, yes," he nodded to her question, adding with a mutter, "And I usually don't know what to do." She noticed a hint of embarrassment in his usually cheery voice, however, chose to ignore it. He had already seemed quite insecure in his parental skills before, she didn't want to worsen it. "Well, those toothing rings surely help," she said then, giving him an encouraging smile. "But you can also rub warm chamomile tea on her gums." His eyes went round, before letting out a chuckle under his breath. "Where do you get all this stuff from? Only from daycare?" She laughed, shaking her head. "No, no. I like being prepared so I asked my mum." "You surely are a dedicated mum, huh?" She shook her head lightly. Feeling like blushing. "I don't wanna be one of those overprotective ones, who read all the baby books and don't really let their kids just do their thing. You know what I mean?" She watched him nod. "I feel like it'd be better if I was like this, to be honest," he said, dragging a sigh, "I sometimes feel like not having any clue of what I'm actually doing.." A light breeze picked up then. The trees above them rustling loudly for a moment before falling back to silence. Cassandra observed the afflicted expression on his soft features and she contemplated whether to say anything or not. However, she believed he was unfair to himself so she took a deep breath. "You know I don't know you that well.. yet.." She paused and she could see him turning his head towards her from the corner of her eye. "Still well enough to hang out with me though," he teased and she rolled her eyes, nudging him. "Yes, no, that wasn't my point." Taking a breath then, she continued with her original statement. "My point is, I may not know you that well yet, but for me it seems like you're doing your best. Seriously. I've seen others only doing the bare minimum so really.. You're a good dad." "I'm.. I'm not a good dad," he plainly stated then. His hands softly squeezing Ari's small feet while she was absentmindedly chewing on the blue plastic ring. A fond smile ghosting over his lips observing her. Cassandra glanced at him for a moment and smiled. Confused about his insecurities when she probably shouldn't judge based on her own sometimes. "I'm sure you are," she insisted then. "No, I mean.. I'm not.." he breathed. Hesitating for a moment. "I'm not a dad." She squinted at him startled, not understanding. "What do you mean?" "Ari.." he sighed, "Ari isn't my child."

It wasn't like this was a secret or anything. It was simply something he didn't like mentioning or talking about. Especially not to strangers. However, Cassandra didn't feel like a stranger anymore. She seemed genuine and not judging. And even though he wasn't someone to trust others easily, he felt like he could trust her. After all, she had trusted him with her worries last time. "Sorry I didn't mention it earlier." "Don't tell me you kidnapped her," she joked. A poor attempt to lighten the mood, but it seemed to work as she could swear seeing him bite back a laugh. "N-no, no, I didn't," he weakly laughed out, "She's my niece. She's my little sister's child." "Oh-" Her eyes widened. "And are you taking care of her, because.. because your sister can't?" "Yeah, somewhat.." His voice trailed off. Lips pressed in a line. And she got the hint, ready to change topics when his lips parted. "My sister and her fiancé had a car accident and passed away." She hadn't seen this coming. And all of a sudden she felt awful. Like a heavy pressure was laying on her chest as she watched him struggling finding the words to continue. Fumbling with his fingers. Eyes sternly looking at the baby girl in front of him. "I'm so sorry to hear that. That's awful." And then her gaze fell onto Ari. "M-may I?" He perked up. Seeing her hands reaching for Ari. A gentle look on her features as her eyes asked for his permission. He quickly nodded. Not able hiding a small smile when observing Cassandra carefully picking up Ari from the stroller and placing her on her lap. The baby seemingly clueless to why she got a sudden embrace. But it didn't wiggle or whine. She just let Cassandra hug her tightly while biting on her toothing ring unbothered. "My parents help a lot," Taehyung explained then as Cassandra released Ari from the hug. Still holding her close. And the way she held her and gently rocked her made a warm feeling spread inside his chest. "But they don't have the energy anymore to take care of a baby. Same goes for her fiancé's parents, who live far away anyway. And my brother is too young and still studying. So I was the only family member left to take care of her." "I see," Cassandra mumbled, caressing the baby's cheek. "It's quite sad she had to lose her parents like this. And doesn't even know yet." "See, that's the reason I feel so lost sometimes. I do my best and I love her more than anything. But I feel like I'm not the right one to do this. I wasn't supposed to be the one raising her. I always wanted children, but I don't know if I was ready for one so soon." Humming, she rocked the baby a little bit longer. Peeking at her own child. "But feeling lost is normal, even for actual parents. I was quite lost, too, at the beginning. And still am, if you haven't noticed.." He knew she was referring to the weekend Isavella got sick. Remaining silent though.

Yes, she was right. She knew what she was talking about out of experience after all. Because she was an actual mother. And yet, he couldn't accept it. He couldn't convince himself. And Cassandra could tell by his furrowed brows and his severe look. "Taehyung, listen," she said then in an almost too serious tone. Placing a hand on his slouched shoulder. "You might not be her father and you might not have been supposed to be the one raising her, but you are the one now." Her voice turned soft as she let go of him. Heaving Ari up and down. Causing the baby to make bubbly laughing noises. And she smiled brightly at her. "It is hard to raise a child. But there are people far less suitable for children who still manage doing it. Biology doesn't automatically make you a great parent, you know? And I'm certain you'll do a great job. I've got a pretty good sixth sense when it comes to judging people's vibes." She gave him a confident grin and for some reason he found comfort in her words. She was good in cheering up. She was good in many things, he thought. "Guess I could be doing worse.." he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "You could," she nodded, "So don't be so harsh with yourself. Believe me, no one is ready to become a parent." She paused, a sad smile on her lips as she laid her glance on her daughter who was kicking her feet, sucking on her binky peacefully. "I wasn't ready to get a baby now either. Especially not alone. But here I am, somewhat managing it with the help of my family. And you also got your parents and friends, right?" He nodded. "My friends are somewhat helpful.. but not always," he laughed, "But it's okay, they're there if I need them." "See? And you got me. I mean, if you want my help, of course." For a moment, he silently observed her delicate features. There was something tender yet fierce about the way she moved and talked. About the way she carried herself. She had seemed sweet and funny at first, which she was, but she was also able to push and talk sense to someone in a very direct manner. She was capable of many things on her own. And he liked that. His lips curving into a grin eventually. "Sure. I'd be happy about your help." "Maybe we can help each other then." "I'd like that." She nodded contently, her gaze falling then. Contemplating for a moment. "I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to tell me about Ari's parents." He shrugged nonchalantly. Acting as if it wasn't a big deal. "It's okay. It's not a secret," he mumbled, "I just don't like remembering it. Even though it's hard not to.." "Because she looks like her mother." She remembered his words from the past. He hummed in response as his eyes fell on Ari in her lap. She had his sister's eyes.

"You know, Izzy looks like her dad. And it bugs me a little." She pursed her lips. Lightly poking her daughter's nose. "Actually it bugs me a lot. But that's how it is. Stupid genetics," she laughed out. Her voice holding a bit of sorrow. "But Izzy is cute. So he couldn't be a bad looking guy," he smirked making her laugh out. She shook her head, agreeing. "No, he wasn't. But that was the only good thing about him." She grew quiet for a moment. "Maybe it'd be fair to tell you about him." "Y-you don't have to, just cause I told you about my sister." "No, it's alright. It's not like it's a secret either. It's just.. you might judge me if I tell you," she said pursing her lips. The memory of her ex shaping a lump in her throat. "Why would I?" Taehyung asked puzzled. His lips forming an assuring smile. "I don't think I would, don't worry." She thought for a moment. Again, it wasn't a secret either. However, just like in Taehyung's case it was something she simply didn't like talking about. After he had managed speaking about a topic that was painful to him, though, she felt she should do the same. Furthermore, something inside her wanted to talk about it. Talking about it might help processing it better. And she rarely did, so might as well try it out. "Izzy's dad was.." she began slowly. Organising her thoughts. "Well, I don't know what he was. Or what we were. He wasn't my boyfriend. He was attractive. But personality-wise he wasn't my type at all. He was the outgoing, getting-drunk and smoking weed kind of guy. He was into partying and pretending being sophisticated just 'cause he could recite some philosophers." A sarcastic snort came from her lips while observing Isavella's innocent face. Not having any clue. Taehyung's big hands suddenly cutting her vision. Her brows raising when watching him heaving her daughter from the stroller. Holding the short-haired girl in his arms. And Cassandra could swear if she hadn't already found him attractive, she surely would have right then.

Taehyung noticed her astonished stare, smiling lightly. "Now we each hold a baby." And she giggled in a way he found lovely. She was seemingly amused. "Please continue," he said then while smiling down to Isavella who was fascinatedly staring at him. Cassandra nodded. Struggling a little on how to continue though. "The reason I fear you judging me is.. because I judge myself. For sleeping with him despite not having any feelings. I know many people do that and I don't judge them but.." She frowned, her gaze locked onto nothing in particular. Getting lost as she felt like exposing herself for a moment. "But I never wanted to be one of them." He hummed. Not wanting to sound noisy, but he couldn't help the fact more questions arose as she went on. "And why did you then?" "Don't laugh, okay?" He nodded quietly, growing curious while gently pressing Isavella against his chest. Cassandra fumbled with the hem of Ari's dress, sighing. "I couldn't find any decent guy for something serious and felt lonely. Damn, this sounds so pathetic," she laughed embarrassed. Tucking a curl behind her ear. "But it wasn't like he wanted anything serious either. He only wanted some fun. I'm not even sure if he liked me.." "Why wouldn't he like you though?" Taehyung mumbled absent-mindedly, making Cassandra smile again. The way he said it so matter-of-factly made her heart flutter a little. "It's ok, I didn't really care since I didn't like him either. But this is how I ended up pregnant." She shrugged. "I knew he wasn't interested in a child and I wasn't interested in being bound to him. But I wanted this child. So I didn't say anything and simply ended things with him." His brows rose, stunned. "So he doesn't know about Izzy?" She shook her head. Biting her lip. "You probably think I'm an awful person now, don't you?" "What? No." His voice raised, yet remained mellow. "I get it in a way. He didn't sound like dad-material. Even if being a single parent sucks as well." He offered her a small laugh, redirecting his gaze to Isavella, who was tugging at his shirt with an intense glare. Not understanding anything of what her mother had just told him. His words calmed Cassandra and she breathed out in relief. He seemed sincere when saying he wasn't judging her. Not that she cared much about other people's opinion. But for some reason she cared about his. "Yeah, it does sometimes. But I don't regret it." "What if he finds out about Izzy though?" he inquired then with a worried look. "He won't. We lived in a different city back then. And don't have any mutual friends or acquaintances either. But even if he did, it wouldn't change anything." And they grew silent. The babies in their arms being the only ones making pccasional noise.

His brown eyes eventually wandered to her. Quietly observing her and he noticed the afflicted expression in her big eyes. And he felt bad for her. She didn't deserve feeling like she had done something wrong when it wasn't the case. "Cassandra?" Taehyung spoke up then after awhile. She hummed, glancing at him in anticipation. Seeing him staring at her, immersed in his thoughts as it seemed. "Don't feel bad for feeling lonely. Many would've done the same." She was taken aback. Sensing tears welling up as he had hit a nerve. She quickly swallowed them down though and instead offered him a sceptical smile. "Alright. If you stop thinking you wouldn't be a good dad." He huffed, not having expected that. He licked over his lips then. "That might take some time." "Same for me," she smirked, "But we can at least try." "Alright. Deal." Taehyung stuck out his hand towards her. And she accepted it, taking it in hers. And they closed the agreement with a handshake. His almond eyes falling to the younger girl in his arms then. Observing the baby intensely, before looking at her mother. Taking in Cassandra's features one by one before eventually settling on her brown irises, which were already staring at him questioningly.

"You know, she definitely has your eyes," he eventually said then. Her eyes taking the shape of crescents as she smiled brightly at him. And he thought it was probably the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her. Or anyone, for that matter.

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I am so excited for Skill of a Valkyrie Part 2!!! I requested it and have been watching it move up the list! I fell in love with the first part as soon as you posted it! I just love young Loki before all the self loathing. And he deserves all the love and happiness!! So I re read part one and then went on a binge through a lot (almost all) your stories and they all are still just as good the umptienth time I’ve read them… as they were the first time 💕. When I’m having I a bad day I come to your blog to feel better… So some of them I’ve read a lot. Ok sorry I’m done rambling. I really just meant to express my excitement! Hope all is well in your little growing world!!! 💕 🥰 💕

Oh you are so lovely kind anon 🥰 Thank you for your words of appreciation! I love that you enjoy reading and rereading my stories 😊

I am so excited to get back to the Skill of a Valkyrie storyline! It's a very different version of Loki, the young and mischievous prince - he's so much fun to write!

I'm already getting ahead of myself with the story for part 2, so it may be another somewhat lengthy part 😅 but in any case, here is a preview under the cut:

"How are you feeling, Loki? Is that shoulder troubling you at all?" you asked, gesturing toward the location of the former spear wound.

"Not one bit. You're truly a miracle worker, Valkyrie," he responded proudly, rolling his shoulder a couple of times as though to prove his point.

"Heed caution, Loki. Overconfidence is what got you into this mess in the first place."

"I'm not being overconfident." He took a few strides closer to you, that characteristic smirk overtaking his features. "If anything, I'm singing you praises. Don't let it go to your head, now, love."

"Come, now. You know I know better than that." Loki lifted his hands to cup your jaw on either side, tilting your face up toward himself as he leaned closer, your noses nearly touching. "Loki... you have duties to attend to," you warned half-heartedly, melting into his touch all the same.

"Mm, indeed I do." He closed the few inches of space remaining between you, capturing your lips with his. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, hands coming to rest against the small of his back. He hummed in approval, one of his own hands falling from your neck to your waist so he could tug you impossibly closer. Gods, he was intoxicating. Your willpower to resist his charms and keep him on task crumbled so easily with the gentlest touch.

Regretfully, you pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "Loki, I'm serious! You must not shirk your duties as prince just to spend the afternoon kissing me."

"Why ever not?" He tilted his head slightly to steal another swift kiss. "Kissing you is far better than any council gathering. They shall barely notice my absence."

"No, no. I won't allow it." You leaned back slightly to evade his advances. With a guttural growl, Loki tightened his arm around your waist to pull you closer once again, his lips finding yours despite your protests. You couldn't help but laugh against his mouth. Cheekily, you slipped your hands from his back to his waist, pinching rapidly at his sides for just a moment.

"Mm-hm-hehey!" he spluttered, breaking apart from your lips as his hands shot down to capture yours.

"Attend your council meeting, or I'll tickle you senseless," you threatened with a smirk, digging your fingertips into his sides once for emphasis. His grip on your hands tightened in an effort to still your tickling fingers.

"This is entirely unfair, you know. Holding this over my head in such a way."

"I never said I was playing fair."

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Flufftober 2022 - Day 16 - Falling Asleep Together

[James/Theodora] [James Norrington/Modern!OC]

I’m back! Listen, I wrote 90% of this in the midst of a covid fever, I don't want to read it back because I refuse to see that it's shite and have thousands of words go to waste, so here u go bone apple tea, the next one will be better.

"I swear this still feels strange," Theo murmured.

They were sprawled languidly in their bed, in their bedroom, in their house in Port Royal, a mess of tangled limbs with not a stitch on. James lay on his back, while Theo curled up against him, pressing the occasional kiss to the side of his jaw or his neck just for fun while his fingertips trailed across whatever bare expanse of skin they came across.

"If that's a critique of my lovemaking skills, I would caution a shade more tact next time," he said drily.

She breathed a laugh "Oh, in your case that's less of a skill than it is a talent. A calling, even."

He chuckled lowly at her dumbassery, shaking his head.

"No, I mean it," she persisted "If you were inclined towards that sort of thing, you'd be a bigger philanderer than Jack himself. You'd have every woman in the Caribbean at your beck and call."

"I'm only interested in the one, I'm afraid."

"Have I ever met her?"

"Not technically, no, but I see her quite often. She's even in this room right now."

"She must be a right pervert then, hiding and spying on what we just did."

"What feels strange, Theodora?" He dragged her back, kicking and screaming, to her original point.

"Being in here. I'm so used to wishing you a good night and then heading into my own bedroom. Always takes me a second to remember myself and not turn to head into that room instead of continuing on to this one."

"I rather prefer having you in this one."

"The feeling's mutual," she murmured.

"I know what you mean, though," he said "I remember during those horrid weeks between our return here and Sparrow's failed hanging…whenever we retired I would always be keenly aware of how you were only in the next room, but might as well have been leagues away. It's not something I've any wish to relive."

"I don't think there's much danger of that," Theo hummed.

"Thank heavens," he combed his fingers through her hair.

Propping herself up on one elbow, Theo leaned in until her nose brushed his and kissed him - slowly and softly, smiling once she drew back and his lips chased hers, the hand at her hip lifting to thread through her hair and pull her in for another before he'd allow her to draw back. Her lips stretched into a smile at the unconcealed desire lurking within his hooded gaze when she opened her eyes again. Not just because it was there, but because it was unconcealed. It took a hell of a lot of trust for James Norrington to freely show his emotions. The fact that she'd earned that level of trust thrilled her.

"I'd hardly dared hope back then that we may find ourselves here one day. Although I couldn't help but think of what it might be like if we did."

"Did anything in particular come to mind?"

The corners of his lips tugged upwards into the barest hints of a smirk "Oh, this and that."

"James Norrington, did you have ungentlemanly thoughts about me?" Her mock-astonishment was ruined by the grin on her face.

"That would hardly have been proper of me."

"That's not a no," she pointed out, grin widening.

"No, I suppose it isn't," the smirk remained on his lips "Once it was clear that my feelings were reciprocated, the mind did insist on wandering a bit. Here and there."

"Here and where, exactly?"

"I'm going to appear terribly lecherous if I say it all out loud."

"That's half the fun."

"Mm, I'm not sure I'm properly convinced to share such thoughts. I may be talked into it, though."

"You're toying with me!" She accused "Go on then, name your price. What would properly convince you, you power mad despot?"

"I'm not sure name calling is a good start."

"That's a sound point, I'm very sorry. What if I reminded you that I love you very, very, very much?"

"Now that would be a good start - but only a start."

"Sexual favours?"

"Not quite what I was getting at."

"Ouch."

"But not unwelcome," he amended, arm slowly wrapping about her middle.

"So you have your mind on something in particular, then," she hummed "What could it be?"

"I've every faith in that mind of yours. Worry me as it might some days."

"How about some quid pro quo? I'll tell you all of my terrible ungentlemanly thoughts from those days."

"Unladylike," he corrected drily.

"That, too. The question is, can your sensibilities take it?"

"Luckily, I'm already lying down should they overtake me and my knees give out."

It occurred to Theo to tease him - that this whole conversation had started with her wishing to hear his salacious thoughts, but now she lay here preparing to share hers. With his ability to pull a reversal like that, he could have had a promising career in politics ahead of him, had he more stomach for…well, politics.

But she wouldn't tease him. For almost anything else, sure, but not for this. Newfound freedom between them or no, he was still very much a man of his time, and asking him to outline thoughts such as this - from a difficult time, no less - was probably flying in the face of every value regarding propriety that he held dear. Hell, she found herself feeling oddly nervous about what she'd just promised to do, and she didn't have about three decades' worth of society's 'waaah desire is bad, sew your knees together' working against her.

"I remember the first time I saw you without the wig. My thoughts amounted more or less to 'oh no, he's handsome'."

"Oh no?" He echoed with a snort.

"It complicated matters a bit," she sighed.

"I shall thank the Lord every day from hereon that I chose to forgo the wig that particular morning."

"Hm. Well, after that I couldn't stop noticing it. Wig or no. I was doomed from that day on."

"I hardly believe that was all it took."

"It wasn't all it took," she agreed "I already knew you were good when we first met, but then you just kept reinforcing that. Elevating it. Damn you."

"You have an abysmally low baseline for good."

"Not at all," she admonished "The fact that you even think doing something exceptionally kind was just the bare minimum, basic decent thing is sort of proving my point here - but that's all an argument for another time."

"We can schedule that one for a later date," he conceded.

Theo breathed a laugh, capturing his hand where it rested at her hip and lifting it up before them.

"These," she said "When you helped me down the stairs that one time - then when we danced. It wouldn't have been anything close to a big deal back home, but it felt like the biggest deal here."

Bringing their entwined hands up to his chest, she loosened her fingers so that she could slip free of his grasp and begin tracing her fingertips across the calluses from his swordsmanship that were hardly unique in this time, but still out of the ordinary to her. Sure, she'd been around others who had them since arriving here, but not quite so up close and personal. Her stint as a crew member of the Black Pearl hadn't involved much hand-holding with Jack.

"I feel sorry for the women back home, you know. You haven't lived 'til you've seen the man you carry a torch for wield a sword or a flintlock. And when you cleaned my face up after that whole fiasco. I almost wished it was worse so that you wouldn't be done as quickly as you were."

"I can hardly believe I didn't realise then the true nature of my feelings for you," he admitted "I was committed to denial to a fault. I should have asked you to marry me that night."

"It was never going to be that simple. Not least because I couldn't have accepted without you knowing the truth, and you never would have believed the truth if things hadn't shaken out how they had. Things happened as they had to. I don't think there was ever going to be a shortcut."

"The long way was worth it," he murmured "Although I confess you've failed to shock me thus far."

"I'm getting to it. Our first kiss was a blur, I won't lie, but the two after that drove me mad. You're so restrained, you've got bloody ironclad self control, but then you kiss like that. I was dying to see what it'd be like when that restraint finally snapped. It did nothing for my sanity."

"And here I thought the madness I felt was all your doing."

"I wish - it might've been less stressful at the time if I was doing it on purpose. Although then there'd be the risk of going power mad."

"Our both having equal power that we must wield responsibly seems the truest eventuality."

"Mutually assured destruction," she snorted "Sometimes I'd hear you pacing about in here when I was trying to sleep, in the days leading up to Jack's execution. I'd wonder what you were doing, if you were thinking about me half as much as I was about you. Wishing you'd storm in and kiss me again."

"I wanted to. Constantly. I might have, had they not been so bittersweet."

"Mm. I dreamt of that, too - that a day might come where we could kiss without feeling guilty about it. Without worrying about being seen, too."

"You knew that I would not marry Elizabeth, and yet you still feared such a day mightn't come?"

"Nothing could happen between us without you knowing, and believing, the truth about where I'm from…and forgiving how long I didn't say anything about it to you. Those were two very big 'if's. It was a lot to hope for."

He accepted that response readily enough, nodding slowly "All of this seems a lot to have hoped for."

"We must've done something right, if we were granted it," she offered a small smile "It was in Tortuga - when we were reunited, when you learned the truth, when we…when we became real, that my mind really began to stray."

She was inclined to think that his had done so, too, because more damning than his silence was the warmth that flickered in his eyes as he waited for her to continue - possibly sensing that she was finally getting to the good stuff. Theo would hate to disappoint. He'd said so himself, after all, that their stint in Tortuga had hardly left him unaffected.

"That damned bed," he said knowingly.

"The bed," she echoed with a quiet laugh "The one that managed to fit me, you, and all of the sexual tension in the world."

"Sexual tension?" he all but barked a laugh "A phrase from your time, is it?"

"A very fitting one."

"I suppose so," he mused with another quiet laugh, shaking his head.

"Do you disagree?"

Even if he did, she still liked seeing him like this. Relaxed. Content. Happy.

"Our bargain was for your thoughts first," he reminded her.

"All right," Theo sighed "My thoughts. I wondered if we wouldn't just snap one night and fall into each other's arms. We both wanted to, it seemed a foregone conclusion, it was just about timing."

"I never would have insulted you by doing that. Tempting as it may have been."

"I know," she admitted "But it made for pretty thinking. Like I said, the kisses did offer a very intriguing glimpse into what it would be like - and I wanted to know more. Whether you'd be gentle and patient, or rough and demanding. Or both at different times."

"Which did you land on in the end?"

"That you'd have an impressive range about you. My instincts proved right."

He breathed another laugh at that, but she delighted in how he flushed under her admissions.

"I wanted to know what you'd sound like," she said "When that self control finally did snap. Sometimes you'd moan or murmur in your sleep, and I'd wonder if you were dreaming about me."

"Sometimes I was."

"Most of all," she continued, shifting so that she sat astride him in the bed, leaning down low so her chest pressed against his "I wanted to know what it would feel like to have your weight pressing down on top of me in a bed - our bed - my legs wrapped around your hips, your chest brushing mine, your voice in my ear, your breath against my neck, your hands wandering wherever they wanted to - and where would they want to?"

As she'd listed off her curiosities, several emotions had flitted across his face - surprise first, then a flush, like it really hadn't occurred to him that he'd occupied her thoughts so thoroughly. Finally, curiosity, and then something that could only be described as danger. Above all else, through it all, he was rapt, listening to her every word even as his eyes became hooded and dark with desire.

Plus, there was very concrete evidence pressing against her backside concerning just what he made of all of these confessions. So she decided to end with one last one.

"Most of all…I imagined this. Us, shutting the world out at the end of the day, falling asleep and waking up with each other. Nothing else mattering. Nothing else interfering. Just us, this bed, and that fire. Every night. Always."

It was then that his gaze softened, and he lifted a hand to encourage her face down towards his, kissing her deeply. So much so that she was barely aware of the other arm snaking around her waist until he was turning them over until he was atop her. Giggling - because apparently that was something she did around him - she didn't fight the display, tilting her head up at him as she waited for his next move. The sheets were tangled around them thanks to all of the upheaval, but it didn't stop him from sliding a hand down her outer thigh, encouraging her legs to wrap around his narrow waist.

"And how does the reality match up to all of that curiosity?" he asked, his voice raspy with desire.

"There's no comparison. Apparently my imagination isn't all that good, however much practise it got. But I do believe I'm owed a thought or two. The ones that occupied your mind."

"Oh, that's more than two. Hundreds. Thousands," he confessed, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of her jaw.

Theo could have sworn he purposely lowered his voice as he murmured into her ear, just to give rise to the gooseflesh erupting across her shoulders. In hindsight, maybe she'd handed him a bit too much power.

"But," he continued after a moment of thought - and another kiss just below her earlobe "I am a man of action, not of words. So perhaps I might show you, rather than tell you. If you'd be amenable."

Yeah. That seemed like a very fair trade indeed.

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It's a Date... wait

FFXIV

(named)WOL x Crystal Exarch

f/m

A Day in the Life of Eorzea University

Ch. 3

Panne goes to meet up with her mysterious study partner at the library—and this time, no one’s got a levitation spell.

AO3

The library is just what she expected—not for someone like her. Bookshelves almost reaching the ceiling line the room, all filled with books upon books of all shapes and sizes, filled with knowledge Panne will never find herself looking for, lest for a situation such as this..

The click of her shoes echo on the baroque marble floors as she strolls about the utterly gaudy-looking library, looking for the partner she reluctantly agreed to meet with on this quiet morning. She stops and looks down at the time on her tomestone, affirming that she has, surprisingly yet again, made it in time. I guess Alphinaud’s been rubbing off on me…

“Ah, there you are!”

She turns to see the large grin on her partner’s face while he approaches her, noting how he’s wearing the same gold-adorned hood over his head as usual. Deciding to push away the urge to ask why he keeps wearing it like that, she greets him with a chaste wave.

“Mornin’.”

“Good morning, my friend. I pray your day has gone well thus far?”

“Mhm...”

Her tomestone buzzes, causing her to look at the message just sent to her.

barista master™️ Have fun on ur date~😘😘

With an irritated puff, she shoves it into her pocket.

“Is aught amiss?” Her hooded partner asks with his voice raised in concern.

She crosses her arms and looks away from him to shake off the sudden tightness in her chest. “Oh, it’s nothing.. just my coworker being a pain in my arse.”

“Coworker? This means you have a job, then?”

His question makes her ears twitch, and she twists her head back to him, “Yeah, I work at a little coffee shop called the Scions Cafe.”

His lips part for a moment before being pulled into a smile.

“Ah, yes I have heard of it. I have read wonderful reviews, and others have told me that a certain Warrior of Light who works there makes the absolute best freshly brewed cup of Mor Dhonan drip coffee.”

“Oh, my coffee making skills are hardly the reason why the cafe holds such good reviews…” The Keeper sheepishly rubs the back of her neck as she continues, “That credit should go to everyone else’s hard work. I’m just a waitress who makes basic black coffee when you ask…”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Panne.” He sees her eyes suddenly widen in response. “I may not have tried your coffee myself, but I always hear how much those who travel there look forward to you serving them. And besides, sometimes it is the simplest of things that brings joy to another’s day.”

Her lips are pulled into a small smile before looking down and whispering, “thanks.”

Silence between them goes on for a beat before Panne speaks up again. “Why… don’t you come sometime, then? If you haven’t gone to the café, I mean.”

What am I saying?

“Our barista, Thancred, makes all the fancy coffees and they always come out looking picture-perfect. We’ve got a mean cook too…Urianger makes the best omelets, just ask and he’ll make one for you. And while Alisaie may not look like it…she’s really great with the customers!” She puts a hand to her chin in thought as she goes on, “Though for some reason they often give me the better tips…And then there’s Alphinaud. He runs the café now, and has worked so hard putting it back together ever since the last owner…” she trails off for a second before raising her voice again, “so if anyone deserves credit the most, it’s him.”

The hooded man goes quiet, sending the Keeper a sudden burst of regret. She feels her thoughts spin, rethinking if it was wise of her to share so much to a man she barely knows and hasn’t even seen the bloody face of…

She turns away from him and mutters an apology under her breath before pulling herself together, facing him again with a pointed finger in his direction. “But before you accept that invitation, you haven’t told me much about yourself.”

He’s taken aback by her sudden accusation, but keeps his voice steady despite his now-sweaty palms. “What would you like to know? I unfortunately am not nearly as interesting a person as you, Warrior.”

She takes a moment to think before answering, “Why have you been following me around?”

The man abruptly coughs into his hand before looking back up with a lopsided smile.

“T-That is…oh but, it’s not…I haven’t…Ah, look over there!”

He abruptly sprints towards one of the shelves—leaving Panne to blankly stare out in confusion. After an exasperated sigh, she follows after him.

He stops at the shelf further down the library that piqued his interest when he spotted it from the corner of his eye. Panne arrives and stops several fulms away from him soon after with a light jog.

“The hells was that—“

“I believe I have found a book that may be an integral asset to our repertoire of studies for the project.” He turns to her before asking, “we agreed to have our political figure of choice be Emperor Xande, correct?”

Slightly irritated from his swift avoidance of her prior question, she shrugs. “You’re the expert, so I left that for you to decide.”

“Excellent.” He cranes his neck up to take a good look at the textbook he mentioned high up on the shelf, nodding to himself. He takes a few steps back before running to jump up and reach for the book—leading to failure as he ungracefully slides down to the floor. He clears his throat and he dusts himself off, then prepares to jump again, goes, and slides down the shelf again. He repeats the process several more times before the bewildered Miqo’te beside him decides to speak up.

“The hells are you doing?”

The man looks at her for a moment before an idea pops in his mind.

“I need you to get on my shoulders.” The sudden seriousness of his tone startles Panne, only adding to her utter confusion.

“Huh?”

“Get on my shoulders, I’ll hoist you up to the shelf.” He jerks his head to the point he was trying to reach earlier.

“You’ll do what now?”

He fully turns himself towards her and meets her eyes with an intense gaze, hoping the gesture will convince her—despite his eyes being obscured by his hood.

“Don’t worry, I will not allow you to fall.”

She goes silent before slowly looking around them. Not seeing anyone that could possibly yell at them or report them for…what ever the hells they’re about to do, she sighs before removing her shoes and walking right up to him.

“Look up my skirt and I’ll kill you.”

“U-Understood.”

He turns around and kneels down, allowing Panne to hover her hands around him, trying to figure out a place to anchor herself before landing on the top of his head. Ignoring the feeling of two bulges that feel almost like Miqo’te ears beneath the hood, she places nervous feet one at a time on each of his shoulders, then hoists herself to a stand. He whispers “ready?”, and she simply grunts in response before he slowly stands to full height. The Keeper begins to wobble along the way, leading him to quickly wrap his hands around her ankles and hold on tightly to keep her steady.

“Are you alright?” his tone raises in concern.

She answers with a shaky breath above him, “Im f-fine.”

“Good. Anyroad, the title of the book you’re looking for is ‘Memoires of a Conquerer: A Compilation of The Life and Confessions of Emperor Xande of the Allagan Empire’.”

She scoffs, “you think I know what the hells that is? I’m not gonna spend all day on your shoulders sorting through all these!”

The comment gets a chuckle out of him. “My apologies. Alright then, it should have a red cover…”

“…Most of these have red covers…”

“With gold writing in the front? If I remember correctly it has Emperor Xande’s insignia on it and pray…do not be upset with me, but I believe it may be near the very back of the shelf.”

He hears her let out a groan under her breath. “Seriously?”

“I sincerely apologize…I would have had an easier time grabbing the book myself but…you saw how well that went. And I did not want to be the one to get up on your shoulders instead…”

She giggles, making his heart beat just an ilm faster. “Ever the gentleman, aren’t you? Well, I’ll reach back there, but you better not let me fall.”

“I promise I won’t.”

She gives him an amused ‘hmph’ before leaning forward to reach for the biography. He waits a few minutes while hearing her rummage through the neatly lined stacks of books and grips onto her ankles just a bit tighter—both to keep her and himself steady. He focuses on the calming sounds of books shuffling and the feeling of her warm skin beneath his hands, making him smile to himself at the fact that she really is here. How long has it been since…

“What’s your name, by the way? Just realized I never asked.”

Her voice pulls the man out of his thoughts. “Sorry?”

“You seem to know a lot about me, but I don’t even know your damn name. So what is it? Don’t tell me it’s something embarrassing…”

“Uhm…” it was sheer luck that their first class didn’t have any sort of role call. If they had called him by name, Panne would have known right away and would go shooting him with questions—and would most definitely give him a curse-filled fit of epic proportions... He shivers at the thought of facing her wrath…but he must not let her find out about his identity. Lest he wants to bring up her past and bring her heartache with all that’s happened then…

“They call me…the Exarch…”

She sneers, “Exarch..? You got a stick up your arse or something?”

He bursts out in laughter, causing the Keeper to wobble slightly from it before steadying herself again.

“What? Only some pretentious dickwad would call themselves that.”

He calms his laughter down and wipes a tear from his eye. “Oh please, I would never do something like that…I belong to, or er, used to belong to, a club in the school called the Crystal Tower club, and because I, according to the rest of the members, built the best replicas of the spire, and was the oldest standing member of their quarry, they had dubbed me the ‘Crystal Exarch’. They wanted to call me the Crystal King or Emperor, but I thought of those titles as too flashy, so I settled for Exarch instead.”

She smiles to herself and chuckles lightly, “Makes sense. What did they even do at your club? Just build Crystal Towers?”

“Y-yes…well, that, and we did some research on it when time permitted…” he looks down shyly.

“Huh. I would have joined if I could, but I can’t make things like that for shite.”

He quietly chuckles, “would you have joined, I would have provided whatever assistance you required. With proper guidance, I’m sure you would have picked things up swiftly along the way.”

“That sounds nice…” her smile goes into a smirk, “but you still didn’t quite answer my question, Exarch of the Crystal Tower Club. What’s your actual name?”

“U-Uhm, I—”

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS ARE YOU TWO DOING, YOU’LL FALL!”

Just as Panne grips what looks to be the book they were looking for, the loud voice startles her enough to make one of her feet slip out of her partner’s grasp, getting a yelp out of her.

“Panne!”

“H-Hey! I told you not to look up—“

He clings to her ankles as a desperate attempt to keep her from falling as her weight goes backwards—causing them both to tumble to the ground with a yelp.

The Keeper groans as she sits up, clutching her shoulder that took the worst of the fall. She looks up quick enough to see Alphinaud get pulled out of sight by a red-clad hand before hearing two sets of feet scurry off.

—- Earlier that day —-

Alphinaud and Alisaie quietly enjoy their breakfast in their shared apartment. It’s as Alphinaud takes a sip of his tea that Alisaie interrupts the silence.

“I asked Panne last night where she’s meeting her study partner, and she said that they planned to meet in the library at 10 tomorrow.”

Her twin raises an eyebrow as he sets his cup on the table.

“And?”

“And I say we should follow them.”

“Follow them? Have you lost your mind?!”

Alisaie puts on a smirk as she leans across the table to meet her brother’s eyes. “Mayhap, but you can’t tell me you’re not at the very least curious…”

“Well…” realizing what she’s trying to do, Alphinaud stands up and turns away from her. “No. Absolutely not—we are not doing this.”

He starts walking to his room when Alisaie calls from behind him, “But brother, aren’t you worried about our dear friend? We can just go to make sure nothing goes awry on her date. After all, this study partner of hers does sound awfully suspicious… and you wouldn’t want to leave our Warrior alone with a stalker, would you, dear brother?”

Alphinaud stops in his tracks. After a pause, he turns his head very slightly to his sitting-all-too-comfortably sister at the table. “…I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.”

She snickers before standing up herself, going into a wide stretch of her arms before making her way to her room to get ready for their little espionage mission.

Dressed in their University uniforms (instead of wearing camouflage head to toe as per Alisaie’s suggestion), the twin elezens walk down the large library, just a couple minutes prior to the time of their friend’s meeting. The two look around until Alphinaud spots a head of familiar violet-and-blonde hair and down-turned ears in the distance.

“There she is!”

Alisaie turns her attention to where her twin is looking and notices Panne walking while observing her surroundings in the opposite direction of them.

“It seems her partner hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Shhhhh Alphinaud, lower your voice!”

They spot a hood decorated with gold heading their way.

“That’s the partner! Quick, we can’t let him spot us!” The two take cover behind a different aisle of shelves and observe as the man makes his way to their friend. They begin to have an exchange, which Alphinaud and Alisaie are barely able to hear, but as they observe, they notice the change in body language of their friend as she slowly goes from being closed-off and almost hostile, to a more relaxed, open position. Alphinaud mutters an involuntary “oh no,” as Alisaie finds her smirk growing wider.

Suddenly, Panne’s partner darts towards one of the shelves, leaving the Miqo’te with a confused expression before running after him. Not wanting to miss out on the action, the twins follow after the two from down their aisle, the end of it luckily being just a few yalms from the spot where the man stopped.

Being closer and more clearly able to listen in on the conversation, the twins lean against the shelf behind them and hear the rest of how the exchange goes.

“—but you still didn’t quite answer my question, Exarch of the Crystal Tower Club. What’s your actual name?”

Alphinaud feels the need to peak out at what’s going on now, verily curious by what this Exarch will reveal about himself as if watching one of those mystery dramas on TV. Despite Alisaie’s whispers of protests, he inches his head out into the open. The sight that greets him makes his face contort into an expression of utter horror. He gasps as he looks on, and both his protective-brother mode and A+ student-who-sees-a violation-of-rules mode go into overdrive, leading him to jump out of hiding and yell at the two.

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS ARE YOU TWO DOING, YOU’LL FALL!”

He freezes in place as the pair goes tumbling down to the floor, jaw almost having dropped to the floor with them. Before Panne could see them as she slowly sits up, Alisaie pulls her brother with her as she sprints and gets them out of the library. When they make it to the school courtyard, she stops and looks to her brother with a scowl.

“You idiot, you blew our cover!”

He pants heavily with his hands on his knees, not expecting the sudden workout. Having caught his breath enough, he looks up,

“Well, did you see what they were doing?! That was absolutely foolish and dangerous… heavens forbid if any of the library staff caught them, they both would have had to face awful consequences for their actions…”

“Well you certainly made things better for them when you yelled out and made Panne fall..” his eyes widen while remembering the sight, and he straightens himself up.

“And she could be hurt! We have to go back there, Alisaie! With my knowledge, I can patch her up, or at least take her to the nurse’s office with preliminary treatment…”

He begins marching his way back to the library before Alisaie catches his hand.

“Let the Exarch take care of it, they’ll be fine…”

Alphinaud stops and turns to his sister, “But… fine…”

She looks away and quietly snickers.

“Always such a worrywart, dearest brother mine…”

__________________

“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

Panne’s attention turns to the man in front of her, who’s already standing and holding a hand out to her (is that blue paint on his arm?). While most of his face is obstructed, she can almost imagine the worried expression on him.

“No, i’m alright..” She raises a hand to smooth down her hair, wincing as a shot of pain hits her shoulder. The man in front of her moves an ilm closer in response, mouth slightly open in shock.

“Your shoulder! Are you certain you didn’t injure it?”

He grabs her uninjured hand and pulls her up to a stand. The Keeper holds her shoulder and attempts to roll the joint, causing her to hiss in pain. He places a gentle hand on her arm out of concern.

“It looks injured…here, let me take you to the nurse.”

She sighs, “It’s alright, I can walk there myself…”

“But please!” His outburst takes her aback, giving him a sense of guilt before lowering his voice, “at least allow me to lead you there. It’s the least I can do after failing to fulfill my promise and letting you fall…”

She hears the guilt in his voice, sending an odd tightness in her chest, and gives him a small smile.

“I said it’s ok, Exarch. You’d be surprised to hear that the nurse’s office is one of the few places that I can actually get to with no problems in this bloody convoluted school.” She looks down to his hand on her arm and then up to her injured shoulder, “besides, it’s probably not that bad anyways, just might be a little sore for awhile.”

He pauses before finally sighing, and smiles while he releases his grip.

“If you are certain…ah, but wait, before you go—“ he grabs a slip of paper from his pocket along with a pen and begins scribbling something down on it, using his knee as a surface, before handing it to her, “Here, call me if anything happens, alright?”

She looks down at the paper, noticing a somewhat messily written number.

“Oh, and next time we meet…” she looks up again and notices the man’s smile having gone warmer, “let’s do this over lunch instead. I’ll bring it, as payment for breaking my promise.”

A chuckle comes out of her before she answers to his invitation, “That’ll definitely beat reaching for books in a stuffy library… but didn’t you need that book I was grabbing? Oh, which speaking of—“ she grabs it out of her bag and hands the thick textbook to him, “here, I managed to grab it before we fell.”

He holds it to his face to observes the cover for a moment— before his head droops lowly.

“Panne…” his voice raises to a whine before showing her the cover, making her jaw drop.

“This is a book on Allagan…botany…”

They pause before erupting into a fit of laughter to the point of almost going back to the floor again just to both laugh and cry at their situation.

“Shite…then all that was for…nothing!?”

“It helped break some of the ice between us, I hope?”

“It definitely broke something, that’s for sure…”

His audible gasp causes Panne to chuckle again before waving her arms, “I’m kidding I’m kidding—ow.” She clutches her shoulder and mumbles, “probably shouldn’t have done that…”

“You really should get to going to the nurse, lest I drag you there myself.”

“By what, my left arm? Or my ears?”

“Don’t give me ideas…”

“Very funny.” She turns around to face the exit, with her head tilted slightly towards him with a smirk, “Fine, I’ll start heading there.” She starts walking out when the Exarch’s voice stops her.

“Just a moment, Panne?” The sudden calling of her name makes her turn around to see the Exarch look at the ground with a sheepish smile, shuffling in place.

“Message me after your visit with the nurse? Just to—make sure everything is alright.”

She blinks before smiling, “since when did you become my damn mother.” She then gives him a wink before turning around, “but alright, I’ll text you.”

The Exarch watches her tail sway as she walks out of the room, clutching his chest a little tighter to feel it fluttering.

_______________

—— Bonus ——-

Breathing a sigh of exhaustion after a long day, he closes the door to his dorm and pulls down his hood, finally allowing his russet ears to be free. He wiggles the numbness out of them before pulling his tail from out of his shirt, flops onto his bed, and stares at the ceiling. Along with the pure glee he feels having gotten to spend some of his otherwise boorish day with the person he’s yearned to talk to for years, the anxiety of both finding out the extent of her injuries and getting a text from her leaves him restless. The vibration of his phone causes him to abruptly sit up and grab the tomestone beside him. He swipes up and sees the message on the screen:

Unknown Number Nurse said I just sprained it, but my shoulder’s ok other than that 👍

He breathes a sigh of relief while making a contact out of the number before sending a message back:

Me: Thank the Twelve!

He places the tomestone back on the bed and smiles to himself, feeling like a giddy schoolboy texting their crush in junior high. When he hears the tomestone vibrate again, he practically leaps forward it in excitement:

Panne: Yep. U owe me lunch though 😜

He quietly chuckles before typing:

Me: Let me know when ur available, and it’s a date! 😊

He settles his tomestone neatly on his bedside table this time and pulls the blankets over his head to sleep, but spends the rest of the night tossing and turning with a smile wide enough to hurt his cheeks all night. An idea occurs to him before his consciousness finally fades to black.

Mayhap I should go out for coffee tomorrow…

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning.

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing.

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

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Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

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Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office.

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention.

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe.

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play.

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square.

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code.

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles.

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms.

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob.

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads.

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

“He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.”

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him.

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor.

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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