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targaryenrealnessdarling · 4 months

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Tell Me You Like It

20/12: Sharing a Drink & Toys - modern!Aemond Targaryen Word Count: 1.7k~ | Warnings: use of toys, p in v sex, overstim, choking, pussy slapping

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Hands clasped with elbows rested on the table, she fiddles with the clasp of her watch on her left hand, her body tight with nerves.

The restaurant has a warm aura, with amber lighting decorating each table and windows that stretch across the width of the area. Being winter, it’s dark outside already, but with the amount of bodies and the remnants of steam that come into the space when the kitchen door opens, it’s pleasantly warm where she sits.

Mumbling, quiet chatter surrounds her as she sits alone at her table, waiting for Aemond to return from the bathroom before the starters arrive.

She raises her head as Aemond slides back into his seat, an involuntary smile making its way to her face as her eyes rake over him, wearing a black button down with a few at the top undone and the way the sleeves cling to his biceps never fails to make her smile. As usual, his hair is up and out of his face, looking shockingly casual compared to the way he’s dressed for their date.

She blushes when he gives her that signature smirk, one hand stuffed into his pocket.

“Aemond”, she warns teasingly before she jolts so hard in her seat she nearly loses grip on her champagne glass. She presses her lips together to keep quiet, briefly looking around to see if anyone is watching as the vibrating egg inside her begins on its lowest setting.

She opens her eyes to see Aemond’s smug expression that doesn’t waver with the pointed one she gives him.

“What’s wrong, baby? You look…flustered”, he grins, switching it back off, concealing the remote inside the pocket his hand is currently shoved into.

Fucking bastard.

He’d suggested this as well, having bought the item to spice things up in public.

But now she realises it was just another way for him, 1. To entertain himself and 2. To watch her fall apart in a different, forbidden way.

But before she can reprimand him, the waiter drops by with their starters. She puts on a polite smile, side-eyeing Aemond across the table as he continues to smirk. Hell, even the waiter, as he refills their champagne, seems to feel the tension between them both. And therefore leaves shortly afterwards.

He doesn't activate the vibrator throughout the next course, mercifully. The silence filled with idle chatter between the two of them.

“Got a new client this week”, he mentions idly as she wraps some pasta around her fork.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she’s got unrealistic expectations of course, and wants us to go on a business trip-.”

She raises her head, swallowing whatever was in her mouth, “She?”

Aemond all but smirks, as if he’d got the reaction he’d wanted.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she tuts, “If you’re trying to make me jealous, it won’t work.”

“Hm,” he chuckles lowly, stabbing at his food, “why would I be trying to make you jealous?”

“Because you’re a di-ah! Aemond!” she whisper-shouts, not realising he’s reached into his pocket again, the vibrating sensation between her legs has a warmth descending there from her gut, and she can feel herself moistening after hours and hours of teasing the device on and off.

She pressed her mouth closed when she realised she perhaps moaned a little too loudly, some of the other patrons sitting around them even turned their heads.

Once the vibrating stopped, she threw yet another glare at Aemond, “Because, you’re a dick.”

“A dick you love.”

She cocks her head, “Hm.”

It was pure divine intervention when the waiter finally came to clear away their plates.

“Dessert?” Aemond asked with a honey-like tone, one eyebrow raised mischievously as he ramped up the vibrator yet again, enjoying the way you moved your hips to alleviate the sensation.

Seven fucking Hells, I am going to kill this man.

Every moment was sweet torture.

The taxi home. The short walk up to his house. And he hadn’t stopped fucking smirking the entire way.

The front door closed, and within a millisecond, a loud thud has her back pressed against the door, Aemond’s lips and tongue prying hers open with his large hands running up and down her body, gripping tightly where he wants to devour her the most.

“I wonder…how wet you are…after teasing you all night, hm?”

She gasps against his lips as his hand dips beneath her dress, near-ripping the lacy underwear she’d worn that evening aside to swipe two digits over her sopping folds, revelling in the tiny, soft whimper she lets out at finally being touched.

“Fuck - baby. Just begging for it, aren’t you?”

“Aemond, please-” she begs, hand clenching around the fabric gathered at his chest, grinding her hips down against his fingers, “-need you.”

“Need what? Say it.”

The way he says that makes her want to jump on him then and there.

“Need you to fuck me-” she huffs out almost annoyed, trying to hook her leg around his hip.

He’s tempted to reach into his pocket, tease her more, and see how pathetic he can get her. But she’s so fucking wet, he doesn’t think he can even wait for that, proven by how hard he’s been ever since they both sat down for dinner. She whines pleasantly as his lips ghost over her neck, the tender, sensitive skin in open-mouthed kisses.

“Well, when you say it like that.” he muses hotly.

She squeals in surprise when he lifts her, using his knee to push the bedroom door open and dropping her onto his bed, her body bouncing briefly before she looks up to find him crawling on top of her, with that look in his eye.

The look when she knew she was in trouble.

He pulls off her underwear with ease, tossing them aside before diving between her thighs again, “Relax, baby…”

She shudders as he gently pulls the vibrating egg free, embarrassment creeping up her neck when she feels just how wet she really is after his incessant teasing.

“Fucking hell - such a slut-” he punctuates the word with a harsh, wet slap to her core, smirking at the way she visibly jolts, a moan slipping past her lips.

His other hand naturally hugs her throat, tugging her hedonistic gaze up to him while he massages her bud slowly with the aid of her slick, “look at you - such a greedy girl-”

She hears the clinking of metal as Aemond pulls his belt through the loops of his smart trousers, the whipping sound for some reason making excitement run hot through her veins. Aemond doesn't take any clothes off, other than pushing whatever is in the way past his hips to pull his hard and weeping length from his boxers, stroking himself slowly.

Nor is he particularly bothered about undressing her either. It appears she's not the only one that's been pent up.

She smiles a bit at that, his hand still snug around her neck.

“Don't know what you're smiling for-”

His expression goes all cold. And she's about to reply when her lips part in a breathy moan as Aemond sheathes himself inside her, slowly splitting her on his length until he reaches the fleshy end of her, tipping his head back at the feeling of her warmth squeezing him so tightly.

It feels utterly erotic to fuck like this with all your clothes still on, but that's the furthest thing from either of their minds right now as Aemond starts, at first, a slow and gently pace. He looks down between them, jaw slack, enamoured with the way his cock is glazed with her essence every time he pulls out of her to push back in, her fleshy insides moulding around him.

“fuck - baby, you're making such a mess on me-”

With the intensity of his thrusts, the pressure his hand applies around her neck is somewhat tighter in a way that has her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

So much so she almost doesn't notice as he reaches into the bedside table.

“You're much too quiet.”

Her eyes practically fly open as Aemond uses his body to widen her legs slightly, smirking as he presses his body into her, and yet another vibration is heard. But louder and more rapid.

That's nothing compared to the sensation when he presses the wand to her clit, the two sensations making it all borderline unbearable.

“Ah - fuck, Aemond-”

She realises now that she's a mess, clutching the sheets, her face and neck all hot and a soft sheen of sweat over her body. Aemond's hips smack against her bare thighs, increasing in vigour, his cock effortlessly finding that sensitive spot inside her with her legs slightly elevated.

That combined with the way he holds the wand to her, makes her stomach clench, an orgasm creeping up on her frighteningly fast.

“Aemond - oh gods-”

He chuckles darkly, “fuck, love it when you're all desperate for me. You gonna cum for me, hm?”

All she can do is nod quickly, not trusting her words with Aemond fucking her so relentlessly into the mattress, forming the shape of him inside her.

He doesn't stop as she wets his cock with her release, her thighs shaking around him and fingers cramping as she fists the sheets. And with every blow to her sweet spot as her peak rolls through her, it's agonising in the sweetest way possible.

“That's it…”

A tight, hot feeling grips her when she cracks her tired eyes open, the force of her orgasm after hours of torture just being all too much, and sees that Aemond has lost no momentum.

He looks so good like this, head tipped back, lips parted, fucking her into oblivion.

And yet, the overwhelming buzz to her oversensitive clit and the moist smack of his cock being buried into her, brings her back to earth, with wanton, exhausted moans.

“Aemond-”

She can tell he's out of breath as he raises his gaze to her, smiling with his cheeks pink.

“Give me another one.”

“But-”

“I said, give me another one.”

With a harsh press of the vibrator to her clit, she sobs in pleasure, feeling weightless, knowing that she will give him as many as he wants, until he's done with her.

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daichiduskdrop · 9 months

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Chapter 09

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity

Words: 3457

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Your cheeks heated up, warming up to a sweet pink colour. Yoongi's fingers rubbed over your skin gently, and his soft chuckles were warm.

„Hm.. aren't you just the cutest thing? So soft, baby.” His voice was as sweet as ever, calming your nerves like a dream. He was very proud of you for opening up and telling them about your past.

The alpha realised more than well that he wasn't that good at comforting anyone, and in front of his packmates, he felt a bit shy about showing a lot of affection. But still, he felt the need to show how much he appreciated you opening up to them.

You really made him proud.

„Hyung, we have to go; others are already waiting in the car!” A distant shout rang through the small apartment. Looking up, Yoongi sighed in disappointment. He wanted to hold you for a little longer, but sadly, it wasn't possible.

„Come on, kitty, let's go, or Jimin-ah will rip my ears off with his screaming.” Giggling at the distaste in his voice, you allowed the older man to pull you by your hands until you were standing up before the bed.

Picking up your stuffed backpack, Yoongi threw it over his shoulder before you even had time to take it from him. Clicking his teeth together at your attempt to carry it, he walked towards the entrance, pulling you behind him.

Zipping his jacket up, he watched over you as you pulled on your snow boots and coat. Just as you were about to walk from the door to your apartment, his warm palms softly nudged you back in.

„Wait kitty. Let me tie them better for you; you'll trip like this.” Kneeling on one knee, the man held the shoelaces, tying them up in a tight knot.

He didn't allow you to go right after he tied the first one; feeling like he needed to be assured of the strength of the other knot, he re-tied it fully.

Finally standing up, Yoongi was about a head taller than you. Bending his face a little, he zipped up the zip all the way to your neck before he helped you tie the scarf.

Nodding to himself, he took a hold of your palm, intertwining your fingers with his once again. Squeezing them, he led you out, letting you lock the doors after yourself before walking with you downstairs towards the opened parking lot.

The car wasn't parked anymore; with the engine already running and the lights shining through the dark night quickly approaching, it stood right before the entrance of the apartment complex you resided in for the time being.

Ushering you towards it, he pulled the doors open, letting you climb in first. There wasn't much space left; the seats were already rearranged so all the packmates would fit comfortably.

With a walkway going through the middle of the van, there were three seats lining the back. With two seats on each side in front of those, the car could comfortably host nine people.

Walking in, you noticed one of the seats left for you, right in the middle of the back row. With lights shining in the car, you easily walked over towards where Taehyung and Jungkook were motioning.

„Come here, sit down, baby. It's going to be a while before we arrive.” Handing you the seatbelt, the two alphas on either side of you watched as you clicked it in securely.

With Yoongi also climbing in, sitting opposite Hobi, and Jimin in the first row alone, Namjoon turned in his passenger seat to check on everyone. After Jimin pulled the doors shut, and also buckled in, Jin started driving to their packhouse.

It wasn't much longer than 18.30, but since it was winter, the sun has gone down earlier than usual. The snow has stopped coming down for a few hours today, but by tomorrow morning, the height the snowflakes will cover should only grow.

The city has grown a little quieter since they chose to go through the less crowded streets on the outskirts. It felt warm in the vehicle; the heater turned on, allowing you to unzip your jacket a little.

„What songs should we play, little cub? What do you like to listen to?” Turning from the window, you were watching the passing streets, and you looked at the pack alpha.

He smiled at you softly, and the search bar turned on the flat touch screen before him. After thinking for a second, you decided that one of the older albums from Coldplay was music that suited the situation well.

You always loved the band; the songs from their old albums like Parachutes or A Rush Of Blood To The Head were ones you held closest to your heart. Shuffling the playlist, Namjoon turned on the speakers, a soft background noise filling the car.

„You like Coldplay cub?” Jin asked, keeping his eyes securely on the road. It was dark by now, and some of the streets could be very icy and slippery. He was already more than careful on the roads, but with you in the car, no added precautions were unwelcome.

„Yea, I really like some of their songs. They are very calming for me; do you like them too? We can listen to something else if you want.” Your eyes grew bigger with a hint of worry. Did they not like what you chose?

„Nonsence princess. We are just interested in what you like. Coldplay is a really nice band; we made a song with them; did you ever listen to it?” Jimin said, casting you a quick glance.

„You met them? Really? You actually met up with them?” It was hard for you to hold the excitement in; your curious and happy scent came out of you in strong, urgent waves.

Chuckling, the alphas smiled at how sweet you were. „Of course we did, bub; how else would we be able to make the song?” Hobi answered your questions, smiling from ear to ear. You were just too cute for your own good.

Throwing your head back, you sighed in amazement. „That's so cool though!” Showing you his phone screen, Taehyung scrolled through a few selfies with them and the band, taken by him or the other packmates, shared together in their group chat earlier.

Taking his phone from his outstretched hand, you couldn't help but whine a little. You've wanted to listen to their music live for a long time by now, and the pack got to make a full-on song with them too? How amazing was that?

„Me and Chris still keep in touch from time to time; would you like to also meet them sometimes, cub?” Looking up abruptly in shock, you watched the eldest. Your eyes were blown wide, most definitely shining in the street lights.

„What? Is that even possible? That must be hard to manage. Don't worry, it's alright.” You voiced it, your voice calming down quickly. Sure, you would love to go, hell yeah, but you didn't want the pack to go through any more trouble for you.

„Kitten, it's alright. Jin Hyung and Chris just bonded honestly; they still chat now and then. It will most definitely not be an issue for us to manage. Do you want to go to a concert too, kitty?” You watched the cat-like eyes of the alpha with amazement. This was just too good to be true.

„Really? You would be able to do that?”

„Baby, we can and will do everything for you. You want to go to their concert, then? Come here, sweetie, and let's look at some of the dates together. I'm not sure when they are in Seoul again.” Pulling you closer by your shoulder, Jungkook lightly pushed his palm against your temple, settling your head against his shoulder.

Quickly typing on his phone, he googled the upcoming tour the band will be attending, scrolling until he saw Korean cities come up.

„Do they have any concerts coming up?” The pack alpha asked, already going through his contact list to select one of the band members.

Humming in reply, the youngest alpha clicked on a link for a concert that would come up in Busan in just about three months.

„Yea, there is one in Busan and Seoul during March." Where would you like to go, baby?”

You weren't to Busan basically ever; even when you visited Korea for your grandparents funeral, it wasn't a destination you were to.

„I wasn't ever to Busan, plus I bet it would be too much of a hustle to go... It's really okay; we don't have to go at all.” You said it, your voice growing softer and quieter with every passing word.

Hearing a loud gasp coming from next to you, the wide-eyed eyes seemed surreal with how big they appeared.

„You were never to Busan? Baby, no! We have to go then; Namjoonie Hyung will text them about it, don't worry.” Jungkook gasped, his voice surprised.

„Absolutely! She has to visit; we can take her around the city too. Princess, you'll like it a lot. Trust Alpha now.” Jimin proclaimed loudly and turned in his seat to look at you.

„I bet kitten will find Daegu better. There are a lot of pretty parks and art museums; you'll love it there. Alpha will take you soon, okay, kitty?” Yoongi too looked over at you by the end of his sentence; with his head rested against his palm, he looked calm.

„Yah, Hyung, don't say that! You know well that Busan has beautiful museums and-”

Before any more discussion over who's home city was the best, Namjoon was quick to end the upcoming argument.

„Okay, okay, everyone calm down! Just let me text them in peace, please. Gosh.” He mumbled the last part to himself, earning a snicker from his left.

„No, it's really okay; we don't have to go if it's a bother."

„Not at all, pup. We all want to meet up with them too, so don't worry about a thing. We can make a reservation for some hotel in Busan too; would you like to have a nice weekend there? We can go look around some spots; I'm sure Kookie and Jiminie would love to show you around.”

Realising that any discussion you attempted to have around the matter had ended, you only nodded softly.

„My final exams are scheduled for the start of February. By March, I'll have my lessons again as usual, but hopefully getting a free weekend won't be so complicated. I'm very happy and excited. Thank you so much.” Your smile was bright; you were already happy about the upcoming trip you had just planned for yourself.

„It's okay, sunshine. We are happy too, but just for the record, Gwangju also has a beautiful national park and a-”

„Okay, okay, Hobi! Shush now; we can take Y/N around all of our home towns. Don't start an argument now; I can already hear the maknaes.” The packalpha quickly interrupted him, his fingers texting quickly over the message screen he had opened.

Stopping the car, Jin turned off the engine. With the packmates suddenly realising that they were home, the doors opened quickly, with them pillaging out one after another. Helping you step down, Taehyung took a hold of your palm.

Smiling up at him, you let him lead you towards the entrance, stepping into his footprints so you wouldn't get your feet too wet. With Yoongi carrying your stuff securely, the whole pack got into their packhouse.

Turning on the lights throughout the houses, all the alphas were quick to disperse after shuffling off their shoes and coats and hanging them up properly.

Doing the same, you slid off your boots. Hoseok took them from you and placed them underneath the heater, making sure they would be nice, warm and dry for you by tomorrow morning. They didn't want you to get sick.

Picking up the backpack Yoongi placed by the entrance doors, you turned to Jungkook, his hand already outstretched to you.

Letting him lead you through the house, he walked with you up the stairs, where all of their personal rooms were. With two guestrooms upstairs too, one already occupied by you the night before, the pack decided that would be your room from now on.

They will get you furniture to suit your taste soon too, allowing you to personalise the room however you want. They weren't expecting you to move in immediately, but the alphas hoped that maybe in a few days you would consider spending the nights here more often.

For now, they are more than happy with the occasional stays you might be interested in sharing with them in their packhouse.

Opening the door to you, Jungkook was quick to slide off the backpack from your back, placing it at the foot of the bed. Taking a seat next to it, you watched as he unzipped it and helped him pull out some of the stuff you took with you.

Plugging the charger in, you also took your phone out of the small pocket, turning it on.

„Can you put your contact information in, please?” You asked, staring up at the alpha. He faced you immediately, his nice-looking bunny smile greeting you back.

„Of course, baby! Here, let me type my number in. You want the other alphas there too, right?” You nodded, a little shy with your sudden request. You hoped you weren't stepping over any set boundaries, but with how happy Jungkook looked, you mustn't have.

After copying the other man's numbers from his screen, he handed the phone back to you. Be no fool, he noticed well how slow and beaten up the device was; the screen cracked in a few spots. Your phone case must have been clear at some point too, but by now it was an odd shade of yellow that didn't look too nice in his eyes.

Smiling at him, you unconsciously ran a hand over the brown hoodie Hobi so kindly gave you the first night you spent there. When you came into your room tonight, it was neatly folded by the pillows of the bed, and a faint smell of the eldest alpha covered it.

„Come on, baby, let's see what Jin's cooking. I'm so hungry!” The alpha, he said, ushering you back downstairs before him. He watched closely over you as you stepped down the stairs. He wasn't too worried necessarily, but he knew that the steps were a little slippery from time to time, and he didn't want you to fall down by accident.

Walking towards the living room connected to the kitchen, Jin was truly making dinner, just like Kook predicted. With a few of the alphas resting on the couch and the soft audio of the TV playing in the background, you went after the youngest and the eldest.

„How can I help Hyung?" The alpha asked, already washing a few of the vegetables in the sink. With Jin looking up only for a small second, he noticed you standing next to Jungkook, unsure of what to do.

„Baby cub, here, go to the other alpha's bub. They are watching the news; go look with them, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, but the slightest bit of command was in its undertone.

Not daring to argue, even if you wanted to help at least a little, you allowed yourself to walk back to the soft, plush couch.

Jin wouldn't mind you being around him, and by no means will the other alphas; they will always enjoy your company. But still, the kimchi-jjigae included quite a bit of cutting, and he didn't want to take any chances of you getting injured.

Taking a seat, you were next to Jimin and Taehyung, who made a spot for you immediately after seeing you approaching. Settling in, you let them drape a soft blanket over your front. Pulling your knees up to your chin, you focused on the television.

The main news channel was playing, the daily news report going as a nice-looking woman spoke, her hair cut short in a styled bob with a few wrinkles here and there. She wore a clean-looking suit that fitted her great, her shoulders looking sharp and high.

„...ently experiencing a relentless snowfall that has blanketed cities and towns across the nation. The inclement weather has led to disrupted transportation services, road closures, and power outages in some areas. Local authorities have advised residents to avoid unnecessary travel and to stay updated on official announcements regarding safety measures.

Citizens, brace yourselves, as a powerful snowstorm is expected to hit the country. Meteorologists have issued warnings for heavy snowfall and strong winds across various regions. Citizens are advised to take necessary precautions and stay updated with weather bulletins to ensure their safety during this inclement weather.

The Ministry of Interior advises residents to stock up on essential supplies such as food, water, medication, and batteries. Homeowners are urged to clear their walkways and driveways of snow promptly to prevent accidents or injuries caused by slippery surfaces.

Flights have been cancelled or delayed at major airports across the country due to poor visibility and unsafe runway conditions.

Public transportation services, including trains and buses, have also experienced disruptions, with reduced schedules or route diversions being implemented. It is advisable for commuters to stay updated with the latest information before planning any journeys.

As South Korea battles the snowfall, authorities are tirelessly working towards capturing escaped prisoner Min In-Su to ensure public safety. Citizens are reminded to stay vigilant, follow safety guidelines, and cooperate with law enforcement agencies.

Stay tuned for further updates on both the ongoing snowstorm and the search...”

„Did you hear about him, Hyung?" Min In-Su? I read about him in the newspapers; he is a terrible, terrible person.” Taehyung murmured, hoping not to peak at your attention too much.

You were interested in what he was saying already, though. Even if he wished for you not to have to worry about this type of stuff, sometimes it was just inevitable.

„Yeah, I read some stuff too. For an alpha that had a pack omega at one point too, I didn't expect him to do so much stuff. It's disgusting.” Jimin answered, and you could sense how he thought of the criminal, with the despicable acts throwing him straight into the alpha's bad books.

You could sense how he didn't want to talk about this at the moment. Sure, he wouldn't mind having a conversation on this matter with his packmates, but you were an omega, and it was impossibly easy for you to get nightmares about this type of stuff.

He didn't want that to happen, and with the storm that was expected to go down during the night, Jimin already knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep that well tonight.

„Come eat!” Jin shouted from the kitchen, the sound of dishes ringing against one another louder than earlier. Sighing, Taehyung stood up first, picking you up before you even had the time to get up yourself.

Struggling a little in his arms, you didn't want him to strain himself to have to carry you, but with him softly tutting in your ears, you allowed him to. Gently patting you on your shoulder, the alpha placed you in your seat.

„There babycheeks. Let me pour you a bowl; what would you like to have for drink?” The man said this while filling the ceramic bowl to the brim with the orange stew.

Jin already stood by his side with a freshly cut spring onion on the cutting board, so when Tae went on to fill his own bowl, he was quick to throw a few greens in.

„What can I have?” You asked softly, stirring the soupy mixture, helping it cool down from how steamy it was at the moment.

„We still have some juice left, or there's some vanilla and almond milk, or we also have just some soda, but I don't think that's the best for the evening, my little pup.” Namjoon said the large fridge opened before him.

„Can I have some of the peach juice? Like last time?” You mumbled, keeping your hands between your tights, as more of the packmates shuffled in to eat. Nodding at your request, the packalpha allowed himself to be pushed to his seat, letting Yoongi pour you a glass.

They didn't need to have any broken glass lying around tonight.

„Here, sweet kitty. Go on, eat up before it gets cold.” Watching your reaction to the stew closely, they all waited until you swallowed your first bite. Humming to yourself, it tasted well, just like all the food they have prepared for you so far.

„Good. Alpha is very glad you like it, baby peaches.” Jin said, smiling at you.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Cause of Action 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

As you near the concrete steps of the brick front building, a pair of officers emerge from behind the heavy doors. You wait at the bottom as you watch them descend, curious as to their unexpected appearance. Your eyes flick up the small metal placard beside the entrance; ‘Barber & Associates’.

You suppose it wasn’t very unlikely to find the police there on a given day, however you didn’t think this office handled criminal cases. At least it didn’t seem like it when you filled out your application. You don’t put much thought into it, you’re an intern. You’re there for the summer to get some cred on your resume.

You’re completely unnoticed as the cops cross the pavement to their cruiser. You hop up the steps, careful not to trip on your heels. You’re not the best on stilts but you wanted to seem professional.

There is no elevator and so you're forced up the winding staircase. You’re out of breath as you reach the top and you stop to collect yourself. You dab away some sweat with the back of your hand and blow out your nerves.

You approach the door propped open along the hallway and peek inside. There are three desk but only two with occupants. You wonder if the empty one is yours. You try not to be presumptuous as you meekly step into the doorframe.

“Um, hi,” you say in the crisp silence, “um, I’m looking for Andrew Barber.”

“Ah, the intern,” the woman mutters and tosses a look at her coworker.

The man lifts the receiver of his phone and hits a button. You wait awkwardly at the threshold. He speaks into the phone, “sir, your intern has arrived.” He hangs up and doesn’t say a word to you.

You fidget awkwardly and look at the woman as she looks ready to fall asleep on her keyboard. Well, this a very welcoming place. You inch inside, not too far, as you fear you might be reprimanded for intruding.

A door opens and you look over as another man appears. He wears a dark blue suit, tugging at his cuffs as his eyes meet yours. He gives a friendly smile and offers a hand as he crosses towards you.

“You must be…” he says your name.

“Mr. Barber,” you shake his hand. His grip is strong, his skin slightly rough, a warmth radiating from him.

“Nice to have you. Welcome to the office,” he says, “I’m sure you’ve met our law clerks; Marnie and Taylor,” he gestures towards the figures sat at the cubicles. They look over but say nothing. “Sorry about them, police dropped in and it makes the place a little tense. The other partners are at the courthouse so I’ll have to introduce you tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay,” you fold your hands together, “um, thanks. I’m excited to get started.”

“First, the tour,” he says gaily, “this is the office,” he looks around with a grin, “you can claim that desk. Recently vacated. Conveniently, actually.”

“Right,” you go forward and put your bag on top of the barren desk.

“And if you follow me, I’ll show you the kitchen, or break room, what have you.”

“Sure,” you turn back and follow him around the cramped space, “bathroom,” he points to a door as he passes, “and in here, we have a full set-up. Fridge, microwave, toaster oven, coffee maker… do you like hazelnut coffee?”

“Uh, hazelnut?” You sputter in surprise.

“Yeah, I have a few extra pods if you’re interested.”

“Oh, thank you, but uh, no, I’m not a hazelnut person.”

“Really,” he puts his hand on his hip, “hm. I didn’t realise it was such an acquired taste.”

“Is it?” You chuckle nervously.

“Anyway,” he drops his hand and flutters his fingers behind you, “I’ll take you through all the first day paperwork and then you can get settled in.”

“Alright,” you agree and back out of the kitchen, waiting for him to pass before following him. “Can I ask… I guess it’s none of my business, never mind.”

He leads you into his office, standing with his door on the handle as he waits for you to enter, “wondering about the police?”

“A little,” you admit as you scratch your neck.

“They’re asking around. Up and down the block it seems,” he shuts the door and points to the empty chair in front of the desk, “guess someone went missing.”

He goes around and sits in the leather chair, rolling it forward as he picks up a pen.

“Really?” Your brows rise in shock, “oh, that’s horrible.”

“Well, you know, I’ve dealt with a few missing persons cases when I worked for the attorney’s office. Typically if the person isn’t found within the first day, they aren’t… alive,” he hesitates. “Not to be cynical, it’s just the way it is.”

His face drops as he spins the pen between his fingers. He looks suddenly drawn and sniffs, scratching his beard as he leans his elbow against the armrest. He is younger than you expected but still much older than you. His hair is thick and combed neatly, his suit pressed and well-kept, a silver clip on his tie. He is entirely put together.

“It’s sad,” you agree grimly.

“Apparently it was a young woman, much like yourself,” he continues, “so maybe you should be careful. If you want, I can walk you to your car. Or the bus stop.”

“Oh, that’s so nice,” you smile, “I think it’s fine.”

“Can never be too safe,” he points the pen at you, “anyway, the sooner we start, the sooner we’re done.”

He shuffles through some papers on his desk as you sit patiently, squirming as a rolling chill rises up your spine. You think about the faceless girl, the police coming down the steps, the matter-of-fact way Mr. Barber spoke about it. It all seems so…apathetic.

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Long Time Coming I Chapter 13 I The Man

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge of it itself. Being a football prodigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Chapter Summary: Reader is given an award. Jamie is supportive

Word Count: 5.2K

Warning: Some sexism hehehe

A/N: Plot plot plot! But there's some of my favorite jamie x reader moments in this one. Next is Amsterdam!!!!

Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

I woke up alone. Now this was something I was used to at this point. Ever since Jamie had started doing his early morning runs with Roy, we hadn’t been spending as many nights together. Not that I liked it, but it was something I was getting used to.

My alarm went off at 6:00, as per usual. I did some yoga, showered, then was brushing my teeth when I got an unexpected text from Rebecca. It read:

Please come to my office when you get in today.

Hm. That was an unusual text to get from your boss at 7:30 in the morning. I racked my brain trying to think of something I’d done to get a talking to. Yeah, it hadn’t been a great month for us, but it wasn’t anything I’d particularly done.

I finished up with my skin care and decided to head into work early to get whatever this was over with. I arrived at the club not much later, waving at the caretaker as I walked in. The walk up the stairs to Rebecca’s office felt excruciating.

But when I arrived there, it wasn’t just her. I opened the door and there was Higgins, Keeley, and Ted sitting in front of her desk.

“Good morning, guys,” I entered approaching the group. “I didn’t know it was a party.”

“(Y/N)!” They all greeted in unison.

“Ah, that wasn’t creepy at all!” I laughed, trying not to show my nerves.

Rebecca motioned to a third seat. “Please, take a seat.”

I took off my backpack as I sat, holding it in front of me. “I’m not getting fired, am I? Oh my god, you’re firing me?”

“What? Oh heavens, no!” Rebecca dismissed, shaking her hands. “Why on earth would you think that.”

“Well, its all of you here, and I just walked in and thought it, I don’t know!” I shook my head. “If you’re not firing me, what are you doing?”

They all exchanged looks excitement filling their eyes.

“Oooo go on! Tell her!” Keeley insisted, clapping her hands.

“Tell me what?”

“The anticipation is killing me!” Higgins chimed in.

“What anticipation?”

“She doesn’t even know what’s about to hit her!” Ted added.

“Please just tell me what’s going on before I kill someone!” I was practically shaking at his point.

“Oh, alright,” Rebecca addressed me finally. “(Y/N), the league is honoring you with Coach of the Month!”

The group all cheered as I took in the information.

“We have a press conference this afternoon,” Keeley told me. “We’ll brief you on everything you’ll need to do but we are just so excited for you!”

“Couldn’t be happier for you,” Ted smiled. “You’re part of what makes this team great!”

“Of course, she is! I hired her!” Rebecca hummed proudly. “I always knew you’d be great.”

I frowned. This wasn’t right. None of this was right. They kept talking at me about what was going to happen. An interview, a photoshoot, a magazine cover but all it sounded like I was underwater. I had to get out of this room.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and leaving without so much as a word. I hurried down the stairs and outside into the car park. Why was I so upset? Why couldn’t part of me just be happy about this? I heard the door open behind me and I knew one of them had followed me.

“Look, now I know emotions are a subjective thing, but I don’t know usually there’s at least a smile when you get a cool award.” Ah Ted. Just the person I didn’t want to see right now.

I shook my head. “Please, Ted. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Now, I’m confused. What exactly aren’t we doing?” Ted asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“This!” I shouted, pointing between him and me. “You giving me some anecdote about how I’m good enough and how I earned this because you and I both know that isn’t true.”

Ted furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“I know why Rebecca hired you.” The statement hung in the air. The truth behind the whole operation at Richmond. The secret I’d overheard in the coach’s office at the end of Ted’s first season with us. “And it’s the same reason she hired me.” Ted paused, nodding his head. I couldn’t help but let out an ironic laugh at the situation. “We both know that I was hired because she thought it would make us lose.”

Rebecca, so overcome with her hatred of Rupert, hired Ted and Beard and I because she thought it would make the worst coaching team. We would drive the team into the ground ruining Rupert’s favorite team. This was something I tried to ignore but since finding out it seem to legitimize some of people shouted at me on the internet and what Max had said to me before I left. I wasn’t meant to be here. I wasn’t saving the league. I was just a girl pretending to know what I was doing.

“Now, (Y/N), I don’t know what you think you heard but-“

“Please cut the bullshit, Ted,” I snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve worked really hard to get past it, but I don’t deserve an award when I’ve done nothing to earn it.”

Ted’s mustache twitched. “You’re right. Rebecca hired both of us to make some point to Rupert. That is true. But something else that’s true is that you’ve consistently proved her wrong at every turn.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Ted held up his hand. “Now, you might not see it, but Beard and I and even Roy, we all depend on you to keep this whole thing afloat.”

I let out a breath and wipe at my lips as I stare at him. I certainly hadn’t been feeling like that recently. Since the West Ham match, we’d been on a losing streak, and I’d been so in my head about all of it that I couldn’t do my job.

“I just…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore Ted. And this Coach of the Month is just another bullshit excuse for me to know that I’m not meant to be here.”

All I could hear in my head was the sound of my failed dreams and Max’s taunts and the paper missing the bin over and over and over again.

“Hey (Y/N),” Ted’s voice appeared much closer than I thought he would be. “Do you remember that puzzle metaphor I told you about?” I scrunched my face up, nodding my head. “Well, that metaphor has a lot of different meanings. Maybe you should try to put it together again.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just tell me what you mean for once, Ted?”

“I mean,” He chuckled at my frustration. “You’re stuck in a rut, yeah? So, instead of trying to put the puzzle back together the same way over and over again… maybe you were putting it together the wrong way. Maybe you need to… try something new. And maybe…” He nudged me, forcing me to look over at him. “Maybe you should let someone help you put that puzzle together.”

I still didn’t get it. Well not fully. But I think I understood the gist of it. The funny thing was as we were staring at each other, Roy and Jamie came running up. Jamie smiled at Ted and I coming to run in circles around us.

“Mornin’ Coaches,” He smiled, starting to run in place.

“Tartt! You’re not done yet! Get to the training room and start lifting.” Roy followed up; a bit slower.

Jamie groaned loudly. “I ain’t even stopped or nuthin’. I were just sayin’ hi.”

“Go!” Roy barked, pointing towards the door.

Jamie rolled his eyes dramatically before shooting Ted and I a wink. Roy shook his head as Jamie made his way inside, seemingly off to the training room.

“Mornin’ Roy, good training with Jamie?” Ted asked Roy.

“As good as it can be,” Roy grunted. “What are you two doin’ out here?”

Ted looked over at me, motioning for me to tell him. I shook my head at him, grunting that I wouldn’t. Ted hummed back that I absolutely would and that we wouldn’t leave until I said it. I let out a huff.

“The leagues giving me some bullshit title of Coach of the Month that doesn’t actually mean anything but they’re making a big deal out of it,” I informed Roy finally.

He grunted is a way that sounded vaguely positive. “Good for you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Alright.”

The day was filled with Keeley throwing me through the PR wringer. What to expect, what to say, what not to say. I wasn’t super excited about it, but Ted’s words were rolling around in my head. I hated puzzles. I’d never liked them. I thought I’d figured out Jamie’s puzzle but now there was another puzzle. When would it end.

“Okay, the most important bit is the press brief we have this afternoon. They’ll bring in you and some of the lads to talk about you as a coach,” Keeley told me, writing down some notes.

“What will they be asking?” I questioned, trying to look over her shoulder.

“Oi don’t be looking over my shoulder,” she reprimanded, shouldering me away. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’ll ask you probably your normal annoying questions about being a woman, but also about the team and such.”

I grumbled. “I didn’t hear them asking Pep what it was like being bald why do I have to talk about being a woman.”

“That’s because no one cares what it’s like being bald,” Keeley pointed out, giggling. “Being a woman is actually interesting.”

“Is it really?” I rolled my eyes. “So, uh… what guys will be coming to talk about me?”

Keeley hummed as she flipped her notebook shut. “I dunno, I was gonna ask to see who wanted to later. Do you have anyone in mind?”

Yeah. Yeah, I did. “No, I don’t want to force anyone to do it.”

“Sure. And Ted is gonna introduce you, of course.”

“And this is all happening tomorrow?” I pushed out of my chair. I’d already waisted the whole day, I at least wanted to get to the end of training.

“Yup!” Keeley smiled at me. “Don’t stress, you’re gonna be great.”

I shot her a sarcastic smile. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love it. It’s gonna be amazing.”

…

Later that night, I was resting in Jamie’s lap. I felt goosebumps spreading over my body as Jamie’s hand stroked my stomach lazily. On the TV, an episode of New Girl that I’d seen hundreds of times played but I wasn’t really paying attention.

“Jamie…” He hummed, letting me know he was listening. “Did they tell you about this… Coach of the Month thing?”

His face broke out into a smile as he looked down at me. “Yeah, it’s great, innit? So, fucking proud of you.” He tightened his grip around my waist, shaking me proudly.

I found myself blushing at his praise. Even though I thought it was kind of stupid, Jamie being proud of me was affecting my happiness a little too much.

“Yeah… I guess… I don’t know what I think about it,” I admitted, rolling so I was looking up at him. He cocked his head, motioning me to continue. “I guess, I just don’t know if it’s because I’m a good coach or if it’s because I’m a woman or whatever.”

Jamie scrunched up his face pursing his lips in confusion. “What… why would they do that?

“I don’t know to make themselves look better?” I sighed, lifting myself off his lap and leaning forward. I ran a hand through my hair. “I just… I’m not sure I’m ready to go out in front of all those people and talk about myself.”

Jamie leaned forward so his shoulder was touching mine, stretching his neck so he could try and rest it on my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking over at him.

“’m trying to comfort you, you daft idiot,” he explained, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

“You’re acting like a cat,” I crowed, trying to push him off of me. But he wrapped his arm around mine arm pulling me into him, rubbing his cheek all over my shoulder and neck. “Stop!”

He grabbed my legs and pulled them up into his lap, pulling me so I was sitting on him.

“Look, whatever happens tomorrow, just know that me,” he pressed his cheek into mine. “And the rest of the lads know how amazing you are. Not just as a coach but as a person. But especially as a coach.”

I giggled, pressing back into him. “What about you Jamie? How are you feeling about playing Man City this week?’

He shrugged. “My stats level up against Man City. They’ve played well this year but we’ve got the ability to win.”

“No, Jamie… I mean,” I turned around, so I was facing him, my legs now straddling his waist. “How do you feel, like you.”

He frowned, his nose scrunching up in a way that was far too cute for one man. “I feel… uh… I feel fine.”

I reached up and rubbed the space between his eyes. “I don’t think you do babes, you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning his neck back. His neck was so exposed, it was so tempting to just… lean forward and kiss his Adam’s apple. I looked up and decided to play a little bit. I leaned forward and kissed him, right on the bottom of his neck where the skin sunk in a little bit. He hummed, the vibrations tickling my mouth.

“Jamie, baby,” I murmured, kissing up his neck, finally finding his Adam’s apple. He groaned in response. “C’mon, I want you to talk to me.”

“Can’t talk when you’re kissing me like that,” he croaked, his voice deep and gravely. So, I stopped, pulling away from him completely. “Hey! Wait!”

I started to slide off of him, but he wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me closer to him. He buried his head in my neck kissing me furiously. I shrieked grabbing onto his hair to tug him back.

“Jamie, if you talk to me I’ll give you the best blow job of your life,” you waggled your eyebrows at him.

He whined, cracking his neck back and forth before slouching back. “I feel… fine. I guess. Haven’t heard from me dad in a while. It’s not like… I’m afraid he’s gonna be there but not knowing is worse.” I nodded at him, rubbing his collarbones. “But fuckin’ Zava’s probably gonna take the attention anyways.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, it’s okay to be worried about your dad but… we’re at home. We’re on your turf. He doesn’t even need to be allowed in if you don’t want.”

“I’m not gonna ban me dad,” Jamie grumbled. “I just… want to know.”

I nodded again. I gave him a satisfied smile before pulling him down into me to make good on my promise.

He wanted to stay over that night, but I insisted that I wanted to maintain my regular routine for the next day. But laying in my bed that night, staring up at the fan, I wished he was there with me.

I arrived at the club early. Like 6:30am early. The groundskeeper had barely arrived by the time I got there. But I was nervous. I’d been able to avoid press conferences, manage photo events and stay in my lane for the most part but today it was all on me. And why was I wasting a day doing this when we had out Man City game this weekend, I’ll never know.

“Oh, my god, how long have you been here?” Keeley asked, handing me a coffee as she walked into the press room.

“Since 6:30, I couldn’t sleep,” I told her accepting the drink gratefully.

Keeley clicked her tongue at me soothingly. “It’s gonna be alright, you’ve got this. I just want you to be yourself up there, yeah? We’re starting with the photo shoot first today, the press conference will be this afternoon, when the boys are free.”

And that came faster than I expected. After a long day of cameras and poking and prodding I was left staring at the door of the press room. I could practically hear it, the flashing of the cameras, I could feel it, the stares of the journalists waiting for me to slip up, waiting for their next scoop. Ted was in there right now, talking me up. I picked at my thumbs, trying to steady my breath but I was struggling to find it. I felt like my head was buzzing, and that my heart was moving at a thousand beats per second. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the now blinding florescent lights.

Suddenly arms were wrapping around me, holding me so tight. “Hey, it’s okay, I got you.”

Jamie. I immediately latched onto him. I didn’t care if we were in public, I didn’t care if someone from the press room got a peak at this, all I cared about was Jamie’s steady heartbeat helping me regain my control.

“There you go,” He murmured, lips brushing against my temple. “Just breath, love.” I did as he instructed, finally finding the control of my breathing. I let myself blink my eyes open and look up at Jamie. He smiled at me, brushing some of the hair out of my face. “There she is.”

“Hi, Jamie,” I squeaked at him, resting my chin on his chest.

“You know it’s kinda nice seeing you be the needy one for once,” he said to you.

I gaped at him, scoffing. “Don’t say that, I’m having a panic attack and you’re gloating?”

“I gotta take it where I can find it,” He chuckled. Then he leaned down and kissed my temple, his lips lingering there. “You’re gonna be amazing in there.”

“What if I’m not… what they want?” I croaked. “What if I mess up or do something stupid.”

“It would be right funny if you did that!” You gasped and hit his chest. “Hey! That hurt. I’m just sayin that you could become a meme.”

“Jamie!”

“Alright, alright, jus’ there’s no way they won’t want you cause… I mean you’re everything there is to want,” Jamie noted, as if it was easy, as if it was simple.

I felt that breathless feeling again but this time it wasn’t because of panic, it was because of Jamie. I smiled with my lips tucked, looking between his eyes before reaching up and kissing him. He kissed me tenderly, softly. In a way that made me hum in contentment. I probably would have stayed like that if it weren’t for the next intrusion.

“Oi!” Roy’s voice made us jump apart. “If the two of you want to keep this a secret, then you better stop kissing in the fucking hallway.” He growled as he marched towards us. “Tartt, go get changed you’re gotta be in there in 5 minutes.”

I looked over at Jamie surprised. “You’re coming to talk about me?”

“Obviously?” He stated, rolling his eyes. “Even if we weren’t dating, you’d still be my best friend.” I just about melted at that one.

“Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh,” Roy groaned loudly, grabbing Jamie by the arm and starting to drag him down the hallway. “Good luck, (Y/N).”

I laughed, covering my face as I watched them go. Then the door to the press room opened and Keeley poke her head out.

“You ready, babes?”

I watched Jamie disappear into the locker room and I felt that tell-tale flutter in my chest. I felt okay. I was going to be okay.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

She pulled me into the room as Ted was finishing up his speech.

“(Y/N) (L/N) has overcome incredible odds. And she has done it with a smile. So, without further ado, it is my honor to present you with (Y/N) (L/N)!”

I walked up on the stage to scattered applause. I waved hesitantly sitting down in front of the microphone. As I did, they all flooded the stage putting up their own recording devices. My eyes darted around the room at the different reporters until they landed on the back of the room where Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, and Keeley stood. I nodded at them, glad to have some friendly faces in the room.

“Uh… hi! I’m (Y/N) (L/N)…” I started, looking around to focus on someone. How did Ted do this? “I’m happy to be chosen as the Premier League’s Coach of the Month. Uh… does anyone have any questions?’ Immediately the room exploded as all their hands raised up. “Um okay you, in the front row.”

“Hi Ms. (Y/N)-“

“It’s Coach (L/N).”

“As a woman, what do you think the league can do to work on intersectionality across the teams?”

I furrowed my eyes brows. “That question doesn’t even make sense.”

Again, the hands raised, everyone calling out my name. I pointed to someone in the back.

“Coach, do you think being a woman has enhanced your ability to coach men or made it more difficult to understand the difficulties of being men in sports?”

“That’s like two questions shoved into one and the answer is no.”

“Coach (L/N), when you applied for the job here at Richmond did you do it to prove a point?”

“What? That’s not-“

“Where do you think the feature of the league is in terms of gender equality?”

This was going about as well as I thought it was going to be. I let out a frustrated sigh as they continued to shout questions at me. In the back of the room a door opened and in walked Colin, Sam, and Jamie. Colin waved at me, crossing his arms at his space in the back. I looked across the back of the room, at Ted and Keeley, Colin and Sam, and Jamie. The people in my life that made this possible. That made me possible.

“Okay, okay, everyone listen up,” I announced, hitting my hand on the table. The room went quiet. I shot Keeley an apologetic glance before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I didn’t take this job because I wanted to make some big statement about feminism or gender inequality or intersectionality. I took the job because I wanted to play football for money, just like any of the lads on the team.”

“And if you really cared about gender equality, you’d be talking to the many female coaches that coach the women’s league. Or the many female players? Why don’t we talk about the wage inequality when the women win more games? That’s what you should be asking me about!”

I leaned back in my chair and looked around the room. The reporters were all silent until one, Marcus Adebayo, raised his hand.

“Yeah, Marcus,” I called on him.

“Coach (L/N), how do you feel about Richmond’s chances against Man City on this weekend?” He asked, pen at the ready.

I paused for a second, let out a huff. “Thank you, you know Man City has kept us down for a long time, but I think our chances look good.”

…

Our chances were not good. The game was bad play after bad play, the boys were just not at their best. You wanted to blame it on Zava, the bastard decided to retire without telling anyone and didn’t even show up to the game. It was depressing and everyone felt it.

“Yeah… it was tough out there today,” I said to the reporter after the game.

“You are Premiere League’s Coach of the Month; do you feel like there was something more you could have done to secure this win?” The reporter asked bluntly.

“That’s somewhat of a redundant question. I’m an assistant coach. I do the best I can, but the boys are the ones who need to win, and they just didn’t have it today.” I replied, shrugging. “That’s all I have time for, sorry.”

I left the reporters with a small smile and started towards the locker room running a hand through my hair. This had been tough, and Keeley hadn’t been able to show up. Something about Shandy and a baby lamb and a lot of poop. I’m sure I’d hear about it more later. But for now, I walked into the depressing atmosphere that was the locker room.

I looked around the room, the boys sat silently in their despair. Jamie sat on the floor in front of his cubby like he did when he was upset. I glanced over at Bead and Roy who gave me a pair of sad smiles back. I looked over at Zava’s empty cubbies and frowned. I hated Zava. To come here and bring these boys hope then abandon them without a word I’d never be able to forgive him for that.

“Gentlemen, Hey,” Ted Emerged from the office. “That was a tought on tonight. Okay? Man City has still got our number. That… that’s all right.” The boys murmured a sad response. “We’re gonna get another crack at them later in the season. Uh-huh. Coach,” He addressed Beard. “No practice tomorrow yeah?”

“That’s right”

“Okay, well, I’ll see y’all on Monday,” Ted finished starting to turn around.

“Hey, hey. Hey Coach!” Sam spoke up. “What about Zava? He quit the team.”

I looked back over at Ted, wondering the same question myself. Ted sputtered a moment before answering. “Technically he retired from the whole sport, which does make it feel a little less personal, yeah? You know, like if, uh, your girlfriend runs off with some dude and it turns out they were soul mates.”

Again the boys grumbled a response, something about Gina Gershon was in the mix but it was mostly positive. I thought Ted might end it there, but he didn’t.

“Look. I hear you, okay? Zava is gone. And You what? I think it’s a good thing.” I perked up, interested to see where he was going with this. “Well, I do! Okay, look. Do I wanna win? Heck yeah? But I also wanna do it with folks that wanna be here.” I nodded, agreeing with his sentiment. “It’s not like we could handcuff him to his locker and make him love us.”

“We could have tried,” Dani cried from his spot. I could help but let out a chuckle, knowing that he really meant it.

“Hey, guys, look,” Ted regained their attention. “We got a good thing going here. Alright? We didn’t need Zava. Yeah?” Ted looked over at Jamie who nodded. I felt my heart warm knowing Ted was using Jamie’s words to encourage the team. “All we need to win are the fellas in this room right now. And all you fellas need to do is believe it.”

Just as he spoke the believe sign behind him fell, the torn pieces revealing themselves. The boys all starting clamoring shouting in fear.

“It’s a sign!” Bumbercatch shouted.

“That’s it. We’re doomed,” Colin agreed.

In the moment it was hard to disagree with them. Things hadn’t been great recently. And this just felt like the final nail in the coffin.

“Hey, knock it off, okay? We’re not doomed. No one is doomed,” Ted putting his hands up to calm everyone. “But, Bumbercatch, yes, you’re right. It is a sign. I agree.” He took down the two pieces and ripped them in half. I felt myself reaching out to stop him, not even knowing I was doing it, but surprisingly, Jamie’s hand on my leg stopped me. I looked down at him and he nodded towards Ted. “Belief doesn’t just happen cause you hang something up on a wall. Alright? It comes from in here.” He pointed at his chest. “And up here,” at his head, “ and down here.” At his stomach.

“Only problem is, we all got so much junk floating through us, a lot of time we end up getting in our own way. You crap like envy, or fear, or shame.” I swallowed hard, biting my lip. I knew he was right, I’d been letting my fear and shame of who I was get in the way of my happiness. Of my abilities as a coach. “I don’t wanna mess around with that shit anymore. Do you?”

We all shook our heads, some of the lads responding with a ‘no’, or a ‘no, coach’

“No, me neither. Hell no. Well, you know what I wanna mess around with? The belief that I matter, you know? Regardless of what I do or don’t achieve. Or the belief that we all deserbe to be loved. Whether we’ve been hurt or maybe we’ve hurt somebody else.”

“Or what about the belief of hope? Yeah? That’s what I wanna mess with. Believing that things can get better. That I can get better. That we will get better. Oh, man. To believe in yourself. To believe in one another. Man, that’s… that’s fundamental to being alive. And look. If you can do that, if each of you can truly do that…” He ripped the sign in half again. “Can’t nobody rip that apart.”

With that he walked over to the middle divider and slapped the ripped-up sign down on top of it.

“See y’all, Monday?”

The whole team responded with a ‘Yes, Coach’ before turning back to their cubbies to get ready to leave. But I stayed there. Staring at the broken sign. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe. And this team, these people, they helped me believe. Come what may, this whole room had my back.

…

I was still thinking about it as I arrived home that night. I didn’t expect Jamie to come over, it’d been a long day and he was waking up early still to do extra training. So, when he knocked on my door, I was surprised.

“Jamie? What are you doing here.” I asked him, pulling him inside.

“I wanna tell people about us,” He answered quickly. My eyes widened. “I know why you’ve been wanting to keep it a secret and I get that; I do. But… what Ted said today I just… I believe in us. I believe in you making me a better person and I don’t… I don’t want to hide that anymore.”

I stared at him, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t know if I was ready yet for the whole world to know. For ours to become theirs. I loved Jamie, I really did but what if it changed too much. Or worse, what if people tore us apart. Luckily Jamie continued speaking before I could answer.

“You don’t have to decide right now. I just wanted to put it out there.” He nodded at me before leaning down and kissing my cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go now.”

And he was out the door.

Fuck.

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satorisoup · 3 months

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★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 5 - SWEETHEART?

the time to leave comes quickly, and you depart from your apartment around 2pm to drive to the location alisa had sent you. it’s about 17 minutes away, located in a busier area of tokyo.

when you arrive, you feel yourself grow unnecessarily intimidated. the building looks professional like a corporate location, and extends a bit wide, about two stories high.

walking inside with your bag clutched in between your arms, you’re adrupltly stopped by what looks to be a security guard.

“your name, miss?” he asks you.

“y/n l/n, sir.” you watch him scan over the tablet he held in his hands.

“hm. your name isn’t on this list.” he says, eyes flicking up to you suspiciously. you’re unsure what to say as you stare back at him.

“you need to leave. this is a private area.” he says sternly.

“im sorry, but alisa haiba asked for me.” you attempt to reason, but he continues to usher you back out of the doors.

“sure she did. again, you need to leave the premises, now.” he argues.

your foot is almost backed out of the doors you once came through before a voice interrupts.

“ah, y/n, there you are!” alisa says as she makes herself known, eyeing the security guard as she beckons you over to her.

“this is an extremely important client. call me here before you try to kick someone out again.” she says, voice completely switched from the sweet tone she usually holds. the security guard frantically mumbles a ‘yes ma’am’.

you hold a still expression before alisa is brightly talking again.

“i’m so sorry about that! we have to take precautions sometimes. it wont happen again. let me give you a tour!” she says with a wave of her hand.

she walks with you around the building, each door embellished with its meaning on the front. you pass through each hallway, eventually leading to the elevator. when you exit, you take notice that the upper story is much more quiet than the bustling area below.

up here, the doors now have their selected titles surrounded in gold plaques. “NEKODANI OFFICE” and “BREAK ROOM” are just two examples of the few doors you see. you finally reach the end of the hallway, and alisa comes to a stop in front of the door.

“this is our recording studio. you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in this area.” she remarks before she smiles and continues. “the band is in here right now. ready to meet them?” she says as she reaches her hand for the doorknob.

you completely still after realizing what had just slipped from her mouth, having almost no time to react. your heart drums into your ears as you look to her with widened eyes, about to ask her to repeat her words, but she beats you to it by swinging the door open fully.

the room you stand outside of drops to such a silence that you could hear the drop of a pin. 4 pairs of eyes travel towards the entry way, not a single word uttered. alisa steps to the side, and your feet stay planted to the floor, legs not allowing you to move forward and you’re not exactly sure why, but you feel like you’re about to piss your pants.

“boys, welcome your new songwriter.” alisa speaks up, shattering the noiseless room.

the door closes behind you, and you can feel the stares radiating through your skin. your nerves eat at you with your eyes trained to anything but the people in front of you, and the only thing that utters out of your mouth is a short and hardly audible “hello.”

you hear the squeak of a chair and loud, rumbling footsteps until a presence makes itself known in front of your feet, and it speaks.

“did you know it was my idea to hire a songwriter? im pretty smart, don’t you think?” an excited voice rambles to you, and you find the courage to look up.

a tall and buff statured man stands in front of you, almost too close, hair spiked with frosted white tips and black roots. his golden eyes are wide and there’s a smile on his face as he waits for you to answer his partially rhetorical question. you try to find the words to say before another voice cuts in.

“you’re scaring the poor girl, bokuto. back up.” he says, placing a hand on the shoulder of the man, bokuto, in front of you.

his black hair waved at the framing of his face, eyes that colored gunmetal paired with a more lean build to him, and he gazes at you before he moves his friend out of the way.

“i’m sorry, excuse bokutos behavior.” he says to you.

“i would’ve punched him.” yet another voice cuts in. he lazily walks into view. a smaller height, and longer hair that sweeps into his face. blonde tips and dark roots, his eyes squinted and irises yellow.

“as if you haven’t done that before, kenma. you all are being too damn awkward.” the last bellows.

he comes forward with his hand extended for you to shake. his black hair swoops on one side of his face, honeyed eyes and a cheshire grin. the tallest of the group, and he leans toward you.

“pleasure to have you here. my friends are kind of stupid, don’t mind them.” he grins and you hear one of the others scoff, your hand moving as you shake his.

he manages to break some of the tension in the room, and you’re finally able to fully scan all of the faces in front of you.

theres no denying why these guys are famous. they can sing, they can dress, and they all definitely have the looks. yes, the cliche heartthrobs.

your eyes stop at the first boy that had tried to talk to you, and you’re able to move from your spot as you take a couple steps to him, hand out to shake his.

“i guess i also have you to thank for getting me hired, sir. sounds pretty smart of you to me.” you say, answering his question from before, and he beams as he accepts your hand. afterwards, you take a step back to position yourself in front of all four men.

“y/n l/n. it’s nice to meet you all. im glad to be able to have this opportunity to work with you. i hope i don’t disappoint.” you slightly bow as you declare, nerves still on high but dissipating enough for you to be able to introduce yourself. one of them takes the hint after your introduction to properly let you know who they are this time.

“no need to be so professional, sweetheart.”

‘sweetheart’?

“that spiky haired fella is bokuto, our drummer. he looks all big and broody but he’s a teddy bear at heart, if you couldn’t tell. goody two shoes, that’s akaashi. he plays bass and sings. this quiet snarky kid here is kenma, he plays synths. don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” he stops and places a hand onto his chest and continues, “im kuroo tetsuro. lead singer. i think akaashi might still be stingy about that though.” he jokingly remarks, eyeing akaashi with a grin when the latter rolls his eyes.

you nod your head in understanding and repeat the names in your head a couple of times, as to remember them thoroughly. alisa waves her hands before she begins to speak again.

“alright, y/n! this will be the building you come to for every scheduled day you have. i hate to be such a workloader, but if you could think of some ideas for the album right away, that would be wonderful… you should be on the agenda to come back here in 2 days.”

“i can do that. i should probably head home now then, it was nice to meet you all.” you wave quickly, goodbyes shared from the band, and alisa eventually escorts you out of the building.

when you’ve finally arrived home, you’re able to fully process the events of today. the security guard, the huge building, the band, the famous band that you just so happened to get hired to write songs for along with one of those incredibly attractive band members casually slipping a ‘sweetheart’ as if you hadn’t just met.

nevertheless, you shake those intruding thoughts off and begin to brainstorm, and you’re really praying this won’t be a mistake.

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⋆ bokuto got excited when you addressed him as “sir” because everyone else always says he’s unprofessional.

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kurolumiis · 11 days

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𖧧 𓂃໑ IN MY DREAMS

featuring — xiao, y/n

summary — after seeing a certain yaksha in your dreams every other night, you finally gain the courage to confess on his birthday.

warnings — xiao x gn!reader, fluff, related / inspired by to xiao’s 2024 bday letter, possible ooc xiao (i do try my best and apologize if there are any inaccuracies), reader is from liyue, reader is afraid of their feelings for xiao and rejection, reader is friends with hu tao and zhongli is like a father figure to reader

messages of the galaxy — ahhhhh happy bday xiao ! he is the loml i lob him sm he’s my dearest. he’s been there for me through so many hardships and i owe so so much to him <3 kinda self indulged myself in this but not too much

ever since xiao saved you from a group of hilichurls once, you’ve been having dreams of him. it felt odd and you were uncomfortable because you were kissing him.

most nights the dream consisted of you and him standing on the balcony of wangshu inn, under a night full of bright, warm stars, and you kissing him tenderly. you always felt the love and affection and tenderness in the kiss.

and overtime, you found yourself falling for the aloof yaksha. terrified of your feelings and rejection, you buried them deep down, trying to eliminate the feelings altogether. but, you kept having the same dream. and you kept falling more and more in love.

when you heard from your friend hu tao that xiao’s birthday was coming up, your eyes widened as your cheeks burned, recalling the warmth of the kisses from him in your dreams.

“what’s wrong, y/n? you seem flustered,” hu tao asked in a concerned tone, tilting her head. “nothing, it’s just…i’m not sure how to wish him a happy birthday.” you shook your head. “i can think of a few ways.” she smirked, earning a confused expression from you. “huh?” you tried not to stammer.

you had never told hu tao about your crush on xiao, so you couldn’t think of what she meant. “well, i know he likes almond tofu. you could make him some!” she exclaimed, causing you to sigh in relief. so she doesn’t know, you thought.

“oh i see, thank you, hu tao!” you smiled at your friend. “of course! i know you’ll make it extra special for him.” she winked. “almond tofu? i’m sure xiao will enjoy that coming from you,” zhongli mentioned, approaching the two of you.

“thank you, mr. zhongli,” you replied, giving a single nod. he smiled warmly, almost assuring you. “i need to gather ingredients for it, thank you so much for your feedback!” you concluded, waving to your friend and father figure as you hurried off.

“you’re sure xiao would like it?” hu tao giggled, looking up at her consultant. “hm,” he hummed and went to enter the funeral parlor.

beginning your journey to make almond tofu for xiao, you first began with the general goods shop.

“hello, come and have a look!” the owner exclaimed. “hello,” you greeted, “i’m looking for milk, sugar, and tofu please.” “ah yes, planning on making almond tofu?” the owner asked, beginning to package the ingredients for you.

“yes i am,” you answered, nodding. “good luck in that!” he told you, handing you your items. you thanked him and gave him the according mora. “have a nice day!”

with that, you began your stroll back to your abode and went to make the almond tofu for xiao.

night soon arrived and you had spent all day gaining the courage to give xiao the almond tofu. exiting your room at wangshu inn, you kindly greeted verr goldet before heading up to the balcony.

“good luck, y/n,” she wished after you were out of earshot.

holding the almond tofu container in your hands, you looked up at the night sky. the stars perfectly resembled the ones from your dreams. you paid no mind to it, or at least tried to. you didn’t want to increase your nerves.

“xiao,” you called out his name. he immediately appeared, spear in hand. upon realizing he was on the balcony of wangshu inn, his spear disappeared and his body slightly eased. “it’s you,” he spoke, then looking down at the container.

“happy birthday, xiao,” you told him, holding out the almond tofu. “you…made this?” he asked, slowly taking it in his hands. “i did! i hope you like it,” you told him, trying not to let shyness get the best of you.

“thank you, i’ll enjoy it,” he said, immediately disappearing with a cloud of anemo in front of you. “xiao, wait—” sighing to yourself, you figured it was for the best to not confess to him, not wanting to ruin whatever you had.

“did you need something else?” he asked after appearing again. “yes, i…” you trailed off, playing with your fingers. he studied you attentively, waiting for your response.

“i’m not sure if you remember this, but once you saved me from a group of hilichurls, and i cannot thank you enough for that. but,” you paused, “ever since then, i’ve been having..dreams about you.”

“what kind of dreams?” he asked in a concerned tone. he feared this might’ve been a way his karmic debt had affected you. “dreams where we meet on the balcony like this and…you kiss me.”

“kiss you?” he repeated, a bit shocked. “i’m not sure why i have these dreams but, over time, i’ve…i’ve fallen in love with you.” your heart was beating rapidly and you felt your hands shake.

xiao lowered his head, trying to make sense of this information. so you had the same dreams as he did. he wasn’t alone in this. he took your hands in his, trying to ease the shakiness.

“y/n,” he began. you were shocked he still remembered your name, figuring you were just another mortal who foolishly stumbled into a hilichurl camp. “i’ve had the same dreams, and…i feel the same way.”

“what?” your voice shook. “you…you feel the same way?” “yes, i do,” he breathed. now it was your turn to try and process this information. tilting your head up from your chin, he leaned close and asked, “what was that kiss like?”

your eyes flickered down to his lips. they looked so soft and welcoming. “you really wanna know?” “yes, archons, yes,” he whispered, fluttering his eyes shut. he wanted, no needed, the real thing, not just from his dreams.

leaning closer, your lips attached to his, kissing him with all the love and tenderness you had. it took him a few seconds but he kissed back. you both weren’t the best at kissing, only having done it in your dreams, but you soon learned.

his hands cupped your face and you pressed your body against his. he was cold, but his face felt warm. arms wrapping around him, you pulled him impossibly closer. if this was the only kiss you would get with xiao, you wanted to make it worth it.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, xiao. more than anything.”

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mrskokushibo · 7 months

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Harlot

Levi x fem! reader

18+ I MDNI I NSFW

Synopsis: All Levi demanded of you was loyalty, and when you broke his trust, you faced losing him. This will be a long-drawn goodbye...

Prompt: Orgasm denial

Warnings: Smut. Sex. 18+

Author: @mrskokushibo

A/N: This is the first of my two contributions to the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration

Wordcount: 2.4k

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The café was quiet at this time of day. Staff was meandering leisurely, tending to the few punters scattered across the premises, loners mainly, seated as far as possible from one another to avoid any unsolicited human interactions. Occasional pleasant clonking of a cup being put on a plate resounded through the space, but other than that, there was mainly silence. You stopped only a few steps in, looking for him. The far corners of the room were the only ones you were scanning nervously. If the others were loners, he was a recluse.

Eventually, you spotted him, sitting at a far table with his back against the wall. You could not tell if he saw you, his head tilted back and eyes half closed, but you gathered he most likely did, with his keen senses and all being on nearly constant alert.

You straightened your skirt and almost tiptoed over to him not wanting to make too much noise with the clicking of your heels. You swallowed nervously as you approached him.

‘Ah, here you are.’ He muttered with eyes still closed.

Levi looked at his wristwatch.

‘Not a minute too late. I must give you. You might be loose, but you sure as hell always impressed me with your punctuality.’

You sighed and sat down pursing your lips and looking aside.

‘What. Did I offend you? Surely, you will agree with me on both the former and the latter.’

You remained quiet, but a deep blush was slowly blowing your stoic cover. He knew very well what he was doing right now. The worst part? He would gladly have this conversation in front of others. Just to embarrass you. But luckily, it was only the two of you here and there was no more time to waste in addressing your misconduct. Oh yes…you were hardly innocent…

‘Just say what you want to say and let us have it over and done with.’ You said briskly and waved in a waitress.

‘Oh, by all means. I will break it to you nice and quick. I am tired of your infidelity and decided to leave you. Did you think I would not find out about your little rendezvous with Jean? How fucking stupid do you think I am, hm?’

‘You were away. For six months. Not one letter, no note, nothing. I was only finding out about your whereabouts from the HQ. Don’t you think that is kinda fucked up?’ You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows.

He looked at you with that sharp, cold look and was just about to say something when he was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress bringing you both your teas. You smiled at her and thanked her. As soon as she left, he fixed his gaze on yours and sneered out.

‘You have some nerve, harlot. You fuck around and then blame it on me? I said I would be back and that it was a dangerous and secret mission. It’s not like I had a fancy desk and a set of quills with me to write you love letters in the middle of titan country.’ His sarcasm was becoming more and more evident for every sentence.

‘A fucking harlot. That is exactly what you are.’

You said nothing in reply as there was really nothing to be said apart from that he was not wrong. He was alone just as much as you were, but he had the self-discipline to not stray. You could not help but feel guilty, and inadequate. The man sitting in front of you was not nobody. In fact, he was the strongest and most capable Scout around and you did him dirty with his underling. You really were a shitshow.

‘You are right.’ You lowered your head and said in a hushed tone without looking him in the eye.

‘You bet I am.’ As soon as you raised your head, his piercing eyes met yours and you felt a sting of self-hatred and sadness that this man was no longer yours. In that brief moment, you realised what a fool you were. To let him down and now him letting you go because of your betrayal.

He was now getting up to leave, placing a few banknotes on the table as payment for the tea.

‘I guess this is it. Have a good day.’ He said in a monotone, emotionless voice.

‘Wait.’ You blurted out before thinking and grabbed hold of his wrist.

‘I need you…’ You were embarrassing yourself now, but the truth was, you did need him. At least for today, one last time.

‘Can we have one more for the road?’ You almost bit your tongue as you were finishing your sentence. He always appreciated your directness, but maybe this was a bit much.

‘Do you mean sex? Really?’ He looked at you with what could have been lust just as well as scorn. You could never truly tell with him. He did not shake you off or say a blatant ‘No’. He just stood there watching you as you were drowning in your humiliation.

‘All right. I will fuck you. Might just as well. A last reminder of what you will be missing out on. Come on then. I have other things to do later today.’

You nodded and followed him out of the café and onto the busy street. He lived only a few blocks away and it wasn’t long until you were being let into his neat and tidy house. As soon as the door closed behind you, he began directing you toward the bedroom. After months of separation, being alone with him like this was doing things to you. Your pussy was clenching like crazy and slick seeping out down on your sparse panties.

You were following him on weak legs and with a fogged-up brain. As you reached the bedroom you stood there like a stunned mullet before getting shaken up by his brisk words.

‘Undress. What are you waiting for?’

He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and one leg leisurely bent at the knee. His face was as expressionless as ever as you were slowly removing garment after garment, only his eyes disclosing some form of interest as he was slowly scanning your body.

When you were completely naked, he waved you into where he stood. As you came close, he put the back of his hand on your cheek and then ran it down your neck, breasts, and down to your hips and thighs. He exhaled and spoke slowly in his deep voice that, as always, hit all the right spots in your submissive brain.

‘Suck me, harlot.’

You went down on your knees and as your eyes were level with his hips, you could tell he was already hard. The nice, firm bulge pressed out the fabric of his pants. You kissed his clothed cock and cupped the protrusion with gentle hands. A long exhale was the only sign of him enjoying your tenderness. You kissed him again and began to unbuckle his belt, then it was the zipper that came undone and soon enough you were pulling down his trousers. Now, it was only the thin fabric of his tight boxers that was separating you from the salty delights oozing out of his tip. You rubbed and squeezed, teasing yourself almost as much as you were teasing him.

He was never a fan of rough oral, being very gentle with you and never demanding deep-throating nor anything else that would make you feel uncomfortable. So, in that spirit, you tugged at his boxers and dragged them down, him helping with the last bit by swiftly kicking them and the trousers off and away to the side.

His delicious dick was now in your face. You grabbed hold and licked up the curve of the veiny underside of the girthy perfection that was Levi’s cock. He sighed louder this time, his hands on your head, tugging lightly at your hair. The tip was oh so sensitive, pearl after pearl of precum rolled out as your delicate pink tongue licked and lapped up the salty treat. You closed your eyes, your moans vibrating through his shaft and all the way to his now mushy consciousness.

How could you let this be the last time you rejoiced in your favourite popsicle? Tears were almost pooling in your eyes at the thought that after this there would be no more. You decided to enjoy this a little extra and delved into it with doubled enthusiasm. Your mouth travelled down his shaft and onto his shaved balls, they were so delicate and felt amazing against your soft lips as you begun sucking, gaining deeper and deeper moans from Levi every time your lips squeezed a little more.

‘Oh fuck. I almost forgot how good you are at this.’ He whispered and tilted his head backwards, eyes shut in exasperation.

You smiled in answer and continued your tender treatment of his delightful manhood. Licking, kissing, pumping it with your hand barely reaching around the impressive thickness, you loved the feel of the satin like foreskin, so frail on the bouncy hardness of what it covered.

He noticed you scooping up all the cum that now leaked uncontrollably from your needy pussy and down your thighs to prevent it from seeping down onto the carpet. Stopping you in your tracks, he took your hand and put it to his mouth and sucked on your dripping wet fingers.

‘Mm, you still taste like candy…Get up. I need to be inside you.’

At that, he tugged you up by your shoulders, pushing you toward the bed.

His mouth was on your neck, nibbling and causing you to shiver in anticipation, as he turned around, taking you with him and laying himself flat on his back. You followed in a smooth manoeuvre and straddled him.

‘Ride me, harlot. Make me cum.’

You were too horny to react to the scorn in his voice, you just wanted to feel his friction against your insides. His cock was now at your swollen entrance, tight and hot, you were ready to welcome him and began engulfing him with your burning core, moaning like the whore you were, for every inch and sensitive spot that his hardness reached. And it reached deep, because you were utterly and totally stretched out the moment you were fully seated on him.

With the support of your stretched out arms firmly planted by your hands placed on the smooth firmness on his toned chest, you began riding him, slowly at first, dragging yourself up and down his dick, feeling every vein and curve, rub against the tightness of your inner muscle. Every nerve absorbed the feel of him, trying to satiate the increasingly vicious arousal that was pushing you toward your release.

You leaned down onto him, making your nipples drag against his chest, adding to the pleasure you were experiencing as you increased your pace. His hands were kneading your ass and hips and were now assisting you by setting the pace. You could tell he was close by him thrusting in time with your rising and falling and soon you were posting his trot in perfect synergy just as if he was a horse.

You felt your approaching orgasm, with the pleasure in your pussy becoming urgent and you squirting copious amounts of cum. You had your foolproof position to ensure an orgasm, but as you were about to stretch your legs behind you, he blocked you with his thighs, his eyes narrowing a little.

‘Levi, I am so close. Please let me cum…p-please…’

He shook his head while staring you in the eyes.

‘Nope.’

He pulled your hair and increased the strength and pace of his thrusts, while you were trying to force his legs down.

‘I beg you. Levi. Come on. I am going to go crazy in a moment.’

‘You should have … fuck…thought about it earlier. You don’t deserve to come …oh fuuuck…’

He climaxed hard, filling you up until cum began forming as a ring around the base of his cock as he was landing a few last thrusts in you. As soon as he was finished, he pulled himself out, letting the combined cum spill onto the mattress. He rolled you off him and laid there for a moment before getting up and getting dressed.

‘You are just going to leave me like this? One last for the road was supposed to give me some good memories, too. What the fuck, Levi?’

You were so needy, you were ready to beg him on your bare knees if you had to, but you resorted to teasing instead.

‘I guess I have to help myself then.’ Your hand was already between your folds, rubbing into the squelching wetness.

He stared at your hand for a while as he was putting on the last garments and then, already fully clothed looked into your eyes.

‘Well, two fingers is all I need to do the job, so…all right…I will assist you with this.’

He squatted on the floor and pulled you closer to him. As you positioned yourself with your legs shamelessly spread, he pushed his fingers into your hole and curved them upwards, attacking your already extremely sensitive g-spot. You sank back into the softness of the mattress and began savouring what he was giving you. And it was a lot to process. Every skilled movement of his hand was leading you through a maze of ecstasy in the search for the final outlet. Your restraint was decreasing exponentially with the escalating pleasure. Your moans were getting louder, making the perfect match for the wet squelching of his fingers working your wet pussy.

As he increased the pressure and pace, you began bucking your hips, but he pressed you down with his other hand, holding you down while his pumping became relentless and his eyes darkened with renewed desire. Suddenly, his soft lips were kissing your clit and his tongue was drawing circles around it. The warmth of his breath on you was the last straw you needed to push you over the edge, with shaking legs and a loud scream, you squirted all over his face and hands. You lay there completely limp, your legs still as they were during your orgasm when you heard the familiar sound of his belt being unbuckled. He was now climbing onto you, putting your arms over your head, and kissing your neck.

‘I think I am not entirely satisfied with our goodbye.’ He mumbled out. ‘Let’s see if we can do it properly this time, hm?’

Licking you up your neck, he slammed his delicious girth straight into your overstimulated pussy and you felt, deep in your gut, that maybe this was not a goodbye after all….

Dividers by @saradika Banner by @cafekitsune

Tagging: @crescentmoontsuki I remember you liked Levi?

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bonesofapoet · 1 year

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Fall

[ jason todd x you ]

author’s note : pls behold my accidental possible series about an informant!reader digging up details on criminals for jason while questioning every life choice they have ever made. if you’d like to see more of them, pls do let me know! requests are open too <3 tw for casual strong language and implied anxiety

word count : 1985

The diner floors were stickier than yesterday.

The place smelled like bacon grease and syrupy sweetness, a familiar balance to a fresh pot of coffee, strong and sharp, brewed only moments ago. A regular continued his weekly ritual of breakfast for dinner, an interesting contrast to the classic cheeseburger and greasy crinkle cut fries littering tables across a cozy hole-in-the-wall on the outskirts of Gotham City. You never complained, not when it shook up the agonizing monotony of faces blurring together - tourists, mainly. People passing through. Most locals didn’t come this far out just for a burger, or a fuckin’ cup of coffee -

Except for him, this one. Jason Todd.

Red Hood.

And, more often than not? His criminal of the week usually had goons slinking around your alleys and open booths to boot. They ordered before a shift. Topped off after a shift. Came through in pairs, small groups, ordering enough food to feed a small fucking horse.

They talked loudly, too. Not usually anything worth hearing, thanks to the ones with a little more awareness in the old clunker upstairs, but. Tourists never wanted to get involved, and the few regulars that lingered sure as shit knew better. But you. . .well, no one ever suspected the waitstaff, after all. Not when they were tipped well enough it was an obvious incentive to forget anything they could have heard, on the off chance.

But Jason Todd paid you better.

Nerves seemed to be getting the better of you this evening - but the routine of a Thursday kept you grounded here, in the present. The scrawl of your pen to pad, the sound of ice clinking in the bottom of a glass before the iced tea hits. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

It was enough - at least until they arrived, anyway. Night was fast approaching. It was almost time.

“Hey,” your name is called from the far end of the counter before an empty mug slides through your peripheral to stop, magically, right in front of you. “Top me off, if you don’t mind. You look like you need something low-risk to do.”

The laugh that falls through your lips is uneasy. Strained.

“Is it that obvious? Because I thought I was hiding it quite well, actually. No one else,” you emphasized, the splash of coffee on ceramic glaze filling your pause. “Seems to have noticed. Except you.”

You slide the mug back to Jason, swirling the last of his french toast in the last puddles of raspberry syrup. He smirks, of course, no doubt about to gift you with another one of his charming quips, he seems all too fond of. “Well -”

Here we go.

“I imagine no in here was trained to see these things -”

“- by the world’s greatest detective.”

“Oh, you left it out this time.”

Jason snorts into his coffee. “Left out what?”

Your eyes roll, feet bringing you to stand before him. The chances of being overheard here were, again, highly unlikely - especially this close to the kitchen where the radio was always loud enough to spill quietly through the window - but, alas. Precautions.

“‘Not to mention, everything I’ve picked up on my own.’ Hm?”

It was your turn to smirk, when Jason paused, steaming mug hovering just above the countertop. His eyes narrowed at you, who had an eyebrow quirked and an expression that was becoming - no, that’s not - no. He’s too good at this, as you so kindly reminded him. Trick of the light made him read you wrong for a second, that’s all.

He recovers just as quickly - you hadn’t noticed anything amiss - and sets the mug down. “I haven’t said it that much.”

“Ah, but you know you’ve said it often.” it’s warm, the laugh that follows. Matches the grin growing across your face like a ray of afternoon sunshine. Jason tightens his grip on the mug and slips on the mask of a sardonic smile -

The bell over the door jingles.

Your smile slips. Body tenses. Eyes slip down to glance at Jason, whose demeanor has changed right along with yours.

“You got this,” he says. It’s barely audible over the music, over the casual chatter that just entered the diner. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Promise.”

“Even if shit gets dicey?”

“Why the fuck would it get dicey?”

“Just covering my bases.”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Jason mumbles something you don’t quite catch.

Smile. Project.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite group of misfits. Sit anywhere you like, guys.”

A salute is sent your way with a Thanks, darlin’ called over the endless stream of conversation. Complaints. Schedule conflicts. Somethin about missing my daughter's birthday party for this job. A fuckin’ Saturday, can you believe it?

“Not off to a great start,” you mumble. Menus find their way into your hands.

“Is it ever?” Jason asks.

You snort. “Father of the year.”

Jason chokes.

The next hour passes in a flash. It’s nothing major so far - minor league tips you’re able to fish out from the small talk, piecing together bits and baubles from the growing list of random - yet important, apparently - chunks of conversation you’ve collected over the past few weeks. It’s the most stressful part of your evenings, when they arrive. An afternoon of quiet ease and a languid pace trades itself in, seamlessly, for quicker steps and an even brighter smile. You don’t rush, as much as pick up your pace. You don’t beam, but you do provide extra banter. You don’t lurk, but you linger. No one thinks twice about weaponizing hospitality - at least, not in a diner.

The most important part, you’ve learned, is that questions aren’t needed. Jason gave you a few tips in the beginning, and you were quick to pick them up.

They trust themselves around you, he said once. It was hushed, noted in-between sips of strawberry milkshake, while he watched you refill sugar packet baskets - while you watched them from across the floor. In two minute intervals.

“How can you tell? I assumed they were too prideful or too dumb to know when to keep their mouths shut.”

“Well,” Jason offers you a crooked smile. Slurps the rest of the milkshake. “That too. But not those guys. See their posture? They loosen up when you go over there, and they don’t immediately can it, either.”

You snort, eyes glued to the task at hand. “Well. I’ve noticed, but - why assume I don’t know who they are though? That still sounds really fucking careless.”

That’s the question, he said. Isn’t it?

The memory hit you like a fucking brick the second you picked up their change and hid their hush money in a lock box in the back. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of you for a second, and it was - it was - fuck.

It all made sense now, the bits and pieces that had been so important to Jason.

His eyes were on you, when you came back out. Felt them trailing you all the way back to their empty table with cleaner and a rag. You didn’t dare look anywhere other than forward.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The bell over the door jingled a departure.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“Hey - you good?”

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in -

Your name sounded harsh, louder near your face. The rough shake of your shoulder jarred you back into the present, the now, the here, the holy fucking shit.

The world started spinning again.

“What? Oh- yeah. Yeah, yeah I’m-”

Eyes drifted downwards, and it seems you had been rather aggressively scrubbing the table so hard the salt and pepper shakers tipped onto the floor.

“Just - lost in my head, apparently.” The waitress - she was new to the city, new to this type of clientele - stood in front of you, brows falling together. She was nice, and had a contagious laugh. There was a broom in her hand. You reached for it. She pulled it back.

“You sure? You see a ghost out here or somethin’? Because you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

A strangled laugh dispelled some of the tension growing within you, before it snapped. “Long night,” you reached for the broom again. “I’ll clean it up-”

“Actually,” she took a step back, effectively out of reach. “That guy you always chat with? You know - the cute one? He left a bit ago. Looks like he left you a solid tip this time. I wouldn’t leave it sitting there if I were you.”

You glance towards Jason’s stool at the counter, and - she was right. He was gone. “Right. Hey, listen - I’m uh, gonna take a breather for a sec - out back? Yell if you need me.”

“Sure thing. Wait, you know what? I wouldn't be surprised if you found his number tucked into a wad of cash one of these nights. . .”

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of that sentence.

—--

Gotham was a force of nature when night fell.

Sirens approached the diner, gift wrapped in a blanket of mist and muted neon lights. Flashing colors shimmered and echoed through alleyways and front windows alike, while sounding close enough to keep your eyes open, yet far enough away you weren’t worried. Especially here, shrouded in a sliver of darkness choked with fog and a bricked up dead end to your left.

The fog shifted through a breeze, and the damp chill engulfed you in a grounding, bitter hug. A wave of calm was, as always, quick to follow. “I think I need a fuckin’ raise, Todd.”

“Yeah?” Jason emerged from the gloom, stopping in front of you. “What makes you say that?”

“I got something. It’s - Jesus. Have you ever seen me like this?”

Jason pauses. Looks at you the best he can through the haze, but the dull glow of a shitty lightbulb by the back door doesn’t give him much to work with, though he’ll still see enough. He always does, even when there is no light.

He looks away, eventually. Expression unreadable in the shadows. Unreadable, probably, by design. “No,” he says.

That’s all he says. You may not be able to read his face, but you sure as shit can read the tension setting in his shoulders and settling in the way he clenches his jaw.

“Are you - you’re okay to go back in? I shouldn’t be seen in there so soon, but you need to be. If it’s too much, I can buy you ten minutes to -”

“I can do it. Just needed to - shit, I don’t know. Question my life choices, I suppose. Plus you left, and you only pay me up front when you’re lurking back here waiting for my break. So.”

Jason huffs a laugh, handing you the copy of his bill with an address scratched on the back. “You’ll get your raise.”

“See you soon, then.”

He nods. Doesn’t say anything, but takes a step towards you. Took a step into what little pool of light you have, muffled though it is through the fog. He hesitates, in this little pocket of quiet, but pushes through it anyway. Pushes through the memory of that look he thinks you gave him earlier, and -

Panics.

Fucking jumps ship.

“See you when you’re done.”

Jason turns, and the night swallows him whole.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #batfam imagine #kas writes

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Warnings: Incest (duh) Mild smut ig?

Masterlist

Part 17

Harrenhal was as eerie and daunting as ever, which only added to Jace's nerves as he paced back and forth in the empty and dimly lit hall of the castle whilst awaiting the arrival of someone from the green council to negotiate. Daemon had accompanied him, but he knew he was only there for his own reasons.

The sound of distant footsteps echoed from the hallways, getting louder and louder by the minute until the person walked in, taking both Jace and Daemon by surprise.

"Prince Aemond" Jace curtly greeted, exchanging glances with Daemon. He was expecting Otto or perhaps another member of the council and not Aemond himself to arrive for negotiations. Yet here he was, looking as stoic and intimidating as ever- clad in midnight black from head to toe, armed with his dagger, long sword and his dragon awaiting in the courtyard along with some of the knights from King's Landing, no doubt- the same way knights from Dragonstone had accompanied Daemon and Jace.

"Lord Strong" Aemond said with a grin before he chuckled mockingly, arms clasped behind his back "ah- apologies, you go by Velaryon, don't you? Or was it Targaryen? I'm not sure which lie you went along with"

Jace clenched his jaw as he heaved a long sigh, trying his very best to subdue his anger. It was clear that Aemond was only trying to wind him up, the same way he'd done at that sad excuse of a family dinner. He wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction this time.

"If you are done playing the fool uncle, I would like to get along with the negotiations" Jace began "now about-"

"Since when did lords suddenly get comfortable enough to make demands from the king, hm?" Aemond raised a brow, relishing in the fact that Jace was getting irritated by the minute "you are in no position to make any negotiations. It is I who has come with the terms from my brother"

"I am heir to the throne" Jace almost immediately snapped "I have every right to demand what was taken away from me"

"If I recall correctly, Rhaenyra had chosen Y/N, my betrothed, as her successor before Aegon was named heir" Aemond gave him a shit-eating grin just to tick him off "and I'm sure this is something prince Daemon would agree with as well"

"It was never formally announced" Jace tried to avoid eye contact with Daemon since he knew the older prince wasn’t really on his side "before my mother passed, it was I who she named heir"

"Rather convenient, how the line of succession is changed only when the former heir is on their deathbed with no witnesses to confirm"

All heads turned to find princess Y/N standing in the doorway.

Aemond was even more surprised to see her here in comparison with the others. From what he knew, she wasn’t allowed to leave the Red Keep, Otto had made this very clear. Aemond had of course told her earlier that day he was leaving for Harrenhal to carry out negotiations, despite being told not to, which ended up in yet another argument. Still, he didn’t expected for her to make herself present as well. Gods, how did she manage to sneak past the guards all the way to the dragon pit?

"I must address my confusion" she said with a stern tone as she walked in "you lot seem to be arguing over a throne that doesn’t belong to either of you"

"What are you doing here?" Aemond asked in a hushed tone when she was standing next to him.

"There was to be a negotiation, so I heard" she innocently told him, momentarily glancing toward Jace "I am heir to the iron throne, so it does leave me wondering what gives you and Aegon the pass to put forth terms of your own"

Daemon smirked proudly at his daughter.

"I do take your side when you say Aegon is not the rightful ruler" Jace spoke, taking a few steps toward the princess "but you must know that the person who is to sit the throne is me"

"I have taken your side and kept my mouth shut about certain things on countless occasions Jace" Y/N coldly addressed him "but I will no longer vouch for you when you have made it so clear that you do not support my claim"

"But the crown is mine-"

"If bastards had a claim, the Targaryens would’ve been overthrown years ago from their rule" she immediately snapped with so much venom it left a snake looking harmless in comparison "you should know your place Jace, do not play a game in which you have no chance at winning"

Jace was at a loss for words and this time, he did not have his grandsire nor his mother at his side to speak in his favour.

"And as for you, my betrothed" Y/N turned toward Aemond who was brazenly grinning at Jace who had been put in his place, something he found oddly satisfactory "I shall have you know that my loyalties lie with people who have in turn shown loyalty to me. So you need to decide whose side you’re on. Your brother won’t be on that throne for much longer and I won’t be as tolerant when that happens"

Y/N looked around and smirked ever so slightly when both men stood silent at her words whilst her father continued to proudly admire her.

"I shall pardon both you and Aegon" she turned to face Jace "if you bend the knee and swear fealty to me as your queen, thus renouncing each of your claims to the throne"

"Y/N..." Aemond began but she was quick to cut him off.

"Those are my terms, prince Aemond" she firmly told him, eyes burning with the very same fire that she felt in her heart "fire will rain and all will burn. For the sake of your family, I would urge you to remind them of who the crown truly belongs to"

Jace was truly at a loss for words. He was well aware that Y/N was a feisty one, bold and never one to back down from a fight but he never expected for her be so ruthless and to so openly call him a bastard.

"I shall ask you both to leave me be, I wish to speak with my father" she shifted her attention toward Daemon, who had his arms crossed over his chest. By the amused look plastered over his face, he seemed to be enjoying this whole thing.

Aemond heaved a long sigh before he stormed out with a grunt, making his way toward the long and empty hallway to give his princess some privacy. Jace seemed hesitant but then soon caved in, not wanting to start something with Y/N. He was hoping to have her on his side and that would be difficult if he made an enemy out of her.

Her father would rather obviously side with her, even her step-sisters Baela and Rhaena. That already meant their dragons would outnumber his and Luke's three to two. Not to mention Daemon had a number of men in the city watch still loyal to him and Y/N had the vale behind her. With Baela and Rhaena on her side, it also meant Rhaenys would most likely join her granddaughters, which added another dragon to their side. If Rhaenys joined them it would also leave Jace at risk of losing his strongest ally, lord Corlys.

"Iksā mirre mazverdagon bē" Daemon beamed at his daughter with pride once the others had left. He most certainly was rather joyous to see her stand up for herself and her right to being queen- something he wanted for her for years now.

"You're all grown up"

"Mirri jēdi nyke pendagon lo mirre hen bisa iksis skoros nyke jeldan" the girl huffed, all of her previous show of confidence withering away in front of her father. Her eyes refused to meet his, not wanting for him to see her in such an exhausted state.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is what I even wanted"

"Skoros gaomagon ao nūmāzma, ñuha perzys?" Daemon asked tenderly, a sight not many got to see.

"what do you mean, my flame?"

"Is all of this really worth it? All these fights, these conflicts," she asked, voice dripping with dejection "I never really grew up dreaming of being queen, then I was chosen as heir and suddenly that was all I ever wanted but what if I'm wrong. What if I've convinced myself that it's what I want?"

"My sweet child, that throne is your birthright" Daemon tried to remind her "you know the truth of Rhaenyra's sons, they are in no position to lay claim to it"

"I aspire to be a good queen, beloved and respected by all" Y/N almost scoffed at her own statement "but I'm sure I've already made two enemies of both princes awaiting me outside"

"We both know Aemond could never come to hate you no matter what you'd do. Furthermore, I know he wishes to be king. With you as queen he will be your king consort, the closest thing to his desire" Daemon rolled his eyes, as if Aemond being king was something he found rather odd "as for Jace, he is well aware of his legitimacy"

"I truly don’t wish to start a war-"

"There will be a war regardless" the rogue prince took a step forward, voice subtly shifting from tender to stern "Aegon isn't going to just abdicate the throne and if you don’t fight for your crown then Jace will. Do you want him on that throne instead of you?"

"No, of course not but-"

"Then don’t even for a second think of backing down after all of this" he interrupted her "I've done everything I could to make you heir. I dissolved my marriage with Rhea, wedded Rhaenyra, convinced her to-"

"Dissolved the marriage with muña?" Y/N tilted her head with confusion. She was aware her father did not love her mother and he did try to have their marriage dissolved but he was never granted that wish "your marriage ended when muña died whilst she was out hunting"

Daemon opened his mouth to say something but then immediately shut up to take a deep breath.

Y/N knew there was something more to it, she could tell by the way her father turned slightly to avoid looking at her. How he clenched his jaw and drew deep breaths.

"What?" she asked, prying for an answer that she deep down had a horrible feeling about.

"I did all of this for you" he said, eyes still not meeting her's "so that you could have the throne that was denied to me"

"Kepa, what are you saying?"

"You would never have been named heir if I wasn’t wedded to Rhaenyra" he told her "granted I married Laena but that was only because Rhaenyra was wedded off to Laenor. But I put things right, I wedded her-"

"You did not answer me" she sharply interrupted.

"I wanted my marriage to your mother to be dissolved yes, but my brother denied that request" Daemon sighed, something he realised he was doing a lot during this conversation "so, I took matters into my own hands and took care of it"

Y/N's heart dropped down to her stomach.

"Say it" she lowly demanded, voice barely even audible "what did you do.."

"I killed her" Daemon darkly admitted, voice just as low as his daughter's "I only did it for you-"

"No, no don’t you dare tell me you murdered my mother for my sake" Y/N's eyes rose to meet his, her voice sounding dangerous as she tried her very best not to scream "you think I would want that? For my mother to be taken from me so that I might rule? You only wanted to fulfil your own desire to rule through me!"

"I thought you wanted this as well?"

"I only wanted it because you convinced me that I did" Y/N snapped. She was filled with so much rage that she felt like setting this very castle on fire to let out her frustrations "you have no other use for me apart from seeing your blood on the throne"

"That is not true Y/N-"

"Not another word" she harshly barked at him, not caring in the slightest how disrespectful that must’ve sounded. She couldn’t bare to look at him.

She never knew her mother well, that was something she could thank her father for. It was already hard enough for her with her father always being absent from court, having her mother at her side would’ve made things a lot easier.

She stormed out the hall, running into Jace on her way out.

"This meeting is at an end" she quickly told him, her mind racing as her heart began to hammer with the news she's just received. She knew she wouldn’t be able to think straight in the moment "I shall send a raven to further discuss things"

And with that she marched straight past him, leaving the boy feeling more confused than ever.

She walked toward Aemond and seized him by the arm, dragging him after her.

"What is it?" he asked as he looked at her with utmost concern. It was clear that she was troubled by something and wanted to know what so that he might be able to help her if need be.

But the girl didn’t answer him, she most certainly wasn’t in the best headspace to have a conversation right this instant. She needed to take her mind off everything.

The throne,

The green council,

The black council,

Her father,

Her mother,

Everything.

She dragged him into one of the many empty rooms in the castle and slammed shut the door behind her before she crashed her lips into his to pull him in for a hungry kiss.

Aemond was taken aback by her sudden desire to kiss him with such desperation, especially since all they'd been doing in the past few days was arguing. He couldn’t deny that he did miss how things used to be between them and with her kissing him after such a long time, it left him craving for more and he immediately melted into it.

Y/N tugged at his clothes with unwavering desperation, in a hurry for him to be rid of them and Aemond obliged. He was quick to slip his coat off, soon followed by his belt from which his sword and dagger hung and then the next to join them on the floor was his shirt. His hands wandered all over the princess before he finally unlaced her dress, helping her out of her underskirts once her dress had pooled at her feet.

Y/N ran her hands through his soft white hair, tugging on it slightly that made him growl into her mouth.

"More Aemond~" she breathlessly whispered into the kiss "I need more"

Aemond soon had her pinned against the wall, his hot mouth immediately latching on to her nipple, tongue swirling around her areola as she slowly began to grind down on his thigh, making a wet spot on his trousers.

In truth, Aemond had almost no experience when it came to intimacy further than this. He'd only ever been with a woman once at a whorehouse when he was far too young and it left him feeling rather defiled than anything else.

But with Y/N it was different. With her, he wanted for it to happen; he just didn’t know what he needed to do. Furthermore, he knew there was something bothering her and he felt as though her current actions were only influenced by it.

"Y/N" he breathed out, pulling away to look into her eyes "not like this"

"Huh.." the girl pouted slightly with disappointment, not too happy about having to stop when she was only just starting to loose herself to it "Aemond please I-"

"What happened back there?" he tried again, referring to her and Daemon's conversation "what got you so riled up?"

Y/N wanted to tell him, but held her tongue. She was not in the right headspace, this much she knew. She needed to be alone, isolated from all of them; some place to gather her thoughts and process everything.

"Nothing" she mumbled as she left his embrace to dress herself "I just need to think, that’s all"

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#aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #tom bennett #world on fire #aemond #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond headcanons #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x y/n #daemon targaryen #daemon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon smut

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A3! Sakisaka Muku - Translation [SR] BEYOND FULL BLOOM

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Muku: Hello, everyone…! I’m going to be running this today! I hope we all have a good time…!

Comment: “I was looking forward to this!”

Comment: “Are you feeling a little nervous?”

Muku: I actually am… really nervous…

Comment: “No need to be!”

Muku: Thank you…! Um… so…

Comment: “Write ‘person’ on your hand 3 times and then swallow it!”

Muku: Okay…! Person, person, person… *gulp*. You know, I feel like my nerves have eased a bit!

Comment: “That’s great~!”

Comment: “Take your time~!”

Muku: R-right! I’ll try my best! Erm… what should I talk about… I know. How about we hold a question corner?

Comment: “Sounds good!”

Comment: “What were you doing before you started this instelive?”

Muku: Actually, Kyu-chan was practising with me for my instelive. It felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest when I thought about the fact I was going to do this on my own…

Comment: “Whaaat, that’s adorable…”

Kumon: Muku~!

Muku: Kyu-chan!? What are you doing here…

Kumon: I was watching the whole time. You looked super nervous, y’know? I couldn’t help myself, so I came over.

Muku: I see… Ehehe. Thanks for coming.

Kumon: No prob! Ah, everyone, sorry for this all of a sudden.

Comment: “We’re happy instead!”

Comment: “Kumon-kun’s such a nice guy”

Muku: Ah, Kyu-chan…

Kumon: Hm?

Muku: You just arrived, but it’s almost time to end the stream…

Kumon: EHH!?

Comment: “That’s too bad~!”

Comment: “I wanted to listen to you two talk more~”

Muku: Even if it was for a short bit, I’m glad we got to do this together.

Kumon: Same here!

Comment: “The cousins are too cute…”

Comment: “I feel so soft~”

Muku: Thank you for tuning in, everyone! Watch again next time!

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#a3!#a3! translation #sakisaka muku #act! addict! actors!

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Nevada isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rogue Player AU: Chapter 1.3

Check out saltymongoose (SAMAU) and dallyfae (Purgatory Mode - New Player AU): what my AU is based on and inspirations!

<<First Next>>

"Alright, who are you, and what happened on the mission?" Doc says as he inspects Christoff condition. He didn't seem to be in a good mood after you three arrived at his office.

"A new player," you reply only for Doc to shake his head.

"I have eyes, Player. Who are you?"

You blank. It just dawned on you that you've been answering what you are and not who you are.

"Ahem."

As Doc's patience wears thin you reply, "My name is..."

You go on about yourself: your hobbies, day to day life, interest, and so on. Doc attentively listens as he checks the extent of Christoff's injuries. After a little while, you grow self-conscious, "Ah! I've just been info-dumping this whole time! Sorry about that..."

Doc looks up at you and shakes his head, "No, Player, that's exactly what I wanted. Now, I know who I'm recruiting."

"Recruiting?" you blurt out in surprise.

"Yes, Player, you're a valuable asset. Especially with that Nexus artifact on your head."

Having been so focused on helping Christoff, thoughts about your powers were put on the back burner. You're not even sure how the halo has effected them.

"I'm gonna be honest... I haven't used my powers since Christoff gave me the halo, so I'm not sure how they've changed."

"Well for starters," Christoff interjects despite his pain, "see if you have the power to levitate yourself, Player."

Levitation? The mere idea feels too advanced, but you figure it's worth a try. You stare at the ground cautiously holding your hands out in front. After a few seconds, your feet begin resisting the pull of gravity and lift into the air. First your heels and then your toes. Your limbs stiffen and wobble as if you're on a tightrope. The sensation of being suspended in air without any support is nerve-wracking; you feel as if you could tip over at any second.

"Okay, I'm done." Overwhelmed by the constant fight for balance, your feet snap back to the ground like a magnet attracted to metal. Your knees buckle beneath you, but you manage to catch yourself on an adjacent table.

"You will get the hang of it, Player," Christoff assures you.

"What other powers did it give you?" you ask intently.

"Hm. I could pull other object towards myself... There's also the healing property..."

"Wait," you interrupt, "Could I heal you?"

Christoff only takes a moment to think before saying, "I don't know, but I would greatly appreciate it."

You glance back and forth between your hands and Christoff, unsure how to proceed. "Okay, let's see..." While holding your hands towards him, the iridescent strings from before attach to Christoff from above. Soon, his bruises disappear and his pained expression fades. "How do you feel?" you ask as your arms return to your side.

"Excellent," Christoff said in awe of your power as Doc examines where the injuries had been.

When Doc finishes inspecting Christoff, he looks back up at you seemingly in better spirits.

"You're hired."

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mephinomaly · 1 year

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[TL] Heartful/Chapter 1

Time: One afternoon

Midori: …I see. Is the shuffle unit going well?

Shinobu: Yaaawnn... I'm sorry about all the yawning…

Uhuh, it’s going well. Every lesson, Hibiki-dono teaches us lots of different things.

It’s not only that, but because of the Easter Fes, we sometimes talk to each other at school about other things we can do…

Both my body and mind are being put to work. Everyday is very fulfilling ♪

Kanata: wataru has become your friend, i am Relieved. how is he doing?

Shinobu: Hibiki-dono is just… amazing! I think that the word “versatile” was made for a performer like him!

Last lesson, as we were entering the room, we were greeted by a torrent of petals.

That’s why I truly felt like spring had finally arrived ♪

Midori: Ehhh… Maybe I can’t say anything because I didn’t actually see it happen, but is he allowed to do that…?

Cleaning it up will be a pain, and I don’t think lesson time is the sort of place for that…

Shinobu: Actually, it seemed like Hibiki-dono didn’t mean for there to be so many petals. Tidying up took a while but it also made for a good memory ♪

Kanata: hehe. wataru seems enthusiastic about pleasing his Kohai as well, doesn't he?

how about the Performance? i have heard that you have been taught many different things for it.

Shinobu: At the moment, everyone can just about do a backflip!

And...watch this.

Midori: Uwaaah? Shinobu-kun’s arm just stretched…!?

Shinobu: All you need to do is to pop your joint out of place. Nihihi, I’m enjoying learning new thing after new thing~ ♪

Midori: I’m glad that you’re having fun, Shinobu-kun. But with everybody being able to do that, it feels suspiciously like you're part of an acrobatics troupe…

Aren’t you a little worried that it could be having a bad effect on your body…? And, what’s the point of being able to stretch your arm like that…?

Ah, um. Maybe that wasn’t a good thing to say… What kind of performance are you planning on doing for the Easter Fes?

Shinobu: ? Of course the performance is going to have an explosive and flashy vibe, and everyone knows that a good performance—

Ha…haa yawnnn...

Kanata: shinobu, you are yawning a lot today, hm? are you all tuckered out?

Shinobu: Maybe. We all practice very hard and discuss our plans for the performance everyday. And after returning home, we also—

Ah, another one's coming…

Yaaaaawn. Nyamnyam…

Midori: You’re yawning so much. Are you sleeping well…?

Kanata: are you Resting properly? i know that you get absorbed in your Lessons, but it is important to take breaks.

Shinobu: Umu… I apologise for worrying you. Recently, I’ve been staying up a little later than usual, so that might be why.

I want to do what I can to be as helpful as possible to everyone.

Time: Later, the same night

Mika: Ngah. Talkin’ on the phone t’Oshi-san is pretty nerve-wrackin’, but that's to be expected.

Can ya see me alright?

Shu: Don’t stare into the camera like that, you’re far too close.

Mika: But it feels like the closer I am, the better I can see Oshi-san’s face.

Shu: Getting too close means I cannot see your face. Please move back a bit…Yes, where you are now is fine.

Mika: Mhhm ♪ Well then, what should we talk about today? Uhhh…

Oh yeah. This time, Anzu-chan was makin’ the costumes. I helped out too~

Shu: Oh? I suspect it is Easter related, hm?

Mika: Uhuh, the colours are cute ‘n feel jus’ like spring. They’re nothin’ like the usual things I make for Valkyrie or for fun.

But Oshi-san’s good at makin' cute costumes too. I’ve been tryna’ learn the ropes but I'm not quite there yet, but I’ll still do my best.

Shu: If you can understand that it’s knowledge you simply do not possess, there's no issue.

They’re in a position to help you, so it is a good idea to learn from the young lady. It seems their skills have been improving which is quite useful.

So, Kagehira, are you alone—...?

I thought you were just being quiet but the screen has gone black. What’s happened?! Kagehira…!

Mika: Mmm~...Zzzzz…♪

Ritsu: …Ah. Just when I thought it was quiet, it turns out Mikarin’s dozed off.

Hearing Mr Oshi-san’s[1] voice is kinda funny but… he’s probably worried, so I suppose I'll help out.

Sorry Mikarin, I’ll be borrowing your phone for a bit.

Hiii~

Shu: …Sakuma, why is your face on the screen? I was talking with Kagehira.

Ritsu: Mikarin was lying down and then bam, he fell asleep. Look, can you see?

Mika: Mimi... snrkk...

Shu: …His sleeping face is sloppy. His mouth is all slacken. How unattractive.

Ritsu: Fufu. It’s hard to look nice when you’re asleep. Are you attractive when you're asleep, Mr Oshi-san?

…But, recently, Mika-rin’s been sleeping like this a lot.

He got up today so he could call you. Recently, as soon as it hits around now, he’ll be out cold.

Shu: Oh?

Ritsu: He comes back to the dorm, and starts working at his desk. After that, it’s like all his energy’s used up and goes “goodnight~”

In the morning, he’s very much still in a deep sleep. I even had to wake him up once.

Shu: …I see. Well, as far as I can tell, he doesn’t look particularly fatigued.

Has he been eating without any issues?

Ritsu: Mmm… We’re not always together, so I can’t say for certain, but he probably is.

Shu: Goodness me. His body is obviously tired yet he forces himself to get up, and ends up falling asleep immediately.

Once he wakes up, he’ll be worried sick about this call. Warn him not to be so neglectful.

I will keep in touch with you as well.

Ritsu: Okay, I’ll get to it. He’s been working really hard, but if he keeps working himself to death, it’ll all be for nothing.

Shu: I agree…I’ve been under the impression from those reports that everything was fine. Next time, tell me the entire story.

Apologies for troubling you again, but I want you to put a blanket over him.

Ritsu: Yupyup. Well then, I’ll be hanging up now. Goodnight Mr Oshi-san.

And goodnight to you too, Mika-rin…♪

ritsu calls him oshi-san san lol

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janekfan · 2 years

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"Bravo! Excellent!!” Ingo felt slow, heavy. Like the words he knew by heart were filtering out of him through honey. “I am glad that I fought so hard against a wonderful Trainer like you.” In truth he had barely been a challenge. He wondered if they were disappointed. “That's right! You grow stronger by matching yourself against a strong opponent.” For a split second he forgot what was supposed to come next despite having recited these words hundreds if not thousands of times before. He ducked his head to shield aching eyes from the harsh lights of the battle subway. Think. Just. Think. Did they notice? How out of sorts he was? Perhaps Emmet was right and it was too soon to come back after the Team Plasma attack just a few short weeks ago. But he was languishing at home. Unable to sleep. Full of nerves and worried he wouldn’t be ready for the next time. Especially if he wasn’t even there.

Ah. The words had seen fit to return.

“Please do your best and run toward the destination, an even higher state." The trainer thanked him and left.

And not a moment too soon. Haxorus caught him as he stumbled and he let himself hang there in her arms for a moment, willing his stomach to settle. Nauseated since setting foot in the cab, Ingo wondered if he’d in fact come down with something. The train slid into the station; Ingo fought the desire to slide to the floor, instead straightening with intent and righting his cap, taking comfort in the familiar actions.

“Let us get you taken care of.” He patted Haxorus on a sturdy armored plate before recalling her and stepping purposefully onto the platform.

“Bad run today, Boss?” Ingo nodded, regretting it when Gear Station swirled around him. “Better luck tomorrow!”

“Yes, I certainly hope so.” It wasn’t fun for anyone if he couldn’t even put up a fight. Squinting against the light emanating from the screen in front of him, Ingo debated putting off the paperwork for one more day. According to his timeline, he was late. Everyone else’s, he still had days. It rankled, leaving things unfinished but even though he had the time, he didn’t seem to have the wherewithal.

Failing the station, again.

A foolish thought considering Ingo was doing no such thing, especially by putting off paperwork, but no matter how frequently he reminded himself, it never seemed to change his mind.

Ingo slipped quietly into the apartment, not wanting to disturb Emmet if he was napping and indeed, saw him cascooned on the couch, head pillowed on Galvantula and broken leg elevated via Durant’s strong back. It was a far cry from the drugged oblivion he'd experienced when first arriving home, but while recovering from a concussion, his younger brother still needed his rest. Ingo toed off his shoes and hung up his coat, waving a silent hello when Durant threatened to move. Cap on its peg and tie pulled loose, Ingo touched the backs of his fingers to Emmet's forehead, just below the fading bruise at his hairline. No fever. Good. Meant he was healing right on schedule. With such a complicated break the surgeon had been worried about post operative infection.

"I am Emmet." Bleary-eyed, he came awake under Ingo’s hand, yawning. "How was work? Any strong challengers?"

"Always." He paused before admitting, "some of them are too strong." Ingo didn't want to go into how distracted he'd become. How he’d been soundly defeated more often than was his wont. How he was ruining their reputation. “How are you feeling?”

“Hm. Leg hurts. But not too badly today.” A tiny squeak heralded the rustling and Ingo raised a brow when a small yellow furball full of static crept sheepishly out of the wide leg of his brother’s pajama bottoms.

“Emmet?”

“I am Emmet, yes.”

“Why is there a Joltik in your pants?”

“They are helping!”

“There are more?”

“Can I take a shower?” Ignoring that the response did not answer his questions, Ingo frowned. “I am gross.”

“Yes.”

“Mean!” Pulling Emmet up, Ingo helped him stand on his one good leg, acting as a human walking stick with an arm slung around his waist. A bevy of tiny creatures crawled back from whence they came. "Electric current helps."

“Do not get your cast wet.” Especially if there were additional stowaways hidden. His little brother flapped a hand in his direction, already peeling off his sleep shirt. Emmet was bruised nearly all over, a patchwork of healing purples, greens, and yellows, and while Ingo’s own skin was nearly a mirror image, he couldn’t stand to see his younger brother so stiff and sore. The hot water would help. “Call out when you are finished. I will make something to eat.”

It was strange.

Gear Station should be bustling with patrons and yet.

The lights were off. The trains silent. The offices closed and locked. Ingo checked the time and couldn’t read his xtransceiver but even so, there should always be someone here, someone on duty even in the dead of night. It wasn’t. Ingo was certain he’d left the apartment at the correct hour.

“Hello?” Experimentally, he cried out, wincing at the booming sound of his voice echoing down the tunnels. It was too quiet in here and when he turned around to leave he found himself face to face with a pile of rubble. “Emmet!”

Not again.

Not again!

Ingo threw himself at the mountain of rock and stone, clawing desperately with already dislocated and broken fingers. He hadn’t been able to wear his gloves since the first attack, still waiting to remove the splints and this would set him back further but Emmet was trapped in there. Ask him how he knew and he’d be unable to explain but as a big brother!!

“Emmet! Emmet, answer me right now!”

“I am Emmet.” Ingo whirled around, breathing harsh, dust like razors slashing up the inside of his throat until he tasted copper on his tongue. “I am fine.” Shaking, wide eyed in the dark, Ingo stepped forward on quaking legs.

“Brother, you–”

Something was horribly wrong.

Emmet was horribly wrong.

Twisted and malformed, crooked grin lined with far too many teeth stretching from ear to ear.

“Were you scared? Ingo?” Entirely too still. Unnaturally still. “I was. Yup!”

“I, no. We found–” His breath bubbled in a hollow, caved-in chest. Frothing down his chin as he laughed with a sound like drowning.

“Stop staring!” Reflexively, Ingo snapped his head to the side so fast it hurt but Emmet was there too, face pale and wet with crimson, tears carving a glittering path through the gore. Smile like a wound. “You did not even look for me.”

“No! No, I swear it, Emmet! I swear I looked!”

“You are looking now.”

“Emmet!”

“You left me.”

No.

“You left me.”

No no no.

“Have you always hated me?”

Nonononono!

“NO!”

Ingo jolted so badly he crashed out of bed and onto the floor, scrambling into the space between chest of drawers and corner, gripping his hair and pulling, pulling, pulling until the pain cleared the darkness from his mind. The image of his little brother–

“No.” Whispered, salt on his lips. He let his head fall to the side, pressing his forehead against the cool paint, an anchor point as everything reeled around him. Calm down. No good to anyone like this. Had to calm down. He could read the clock now. Barely an hour had passed since he’d fallen asleep and when he tried a slow breath, it came as a sob. Again. Again. Again. Until the pounding in his temples quieted and the air in his lungs became useful.

Emmet.

Dragging himself to his feet, Ingo made his way across the hall, covering his face with his palms as he sank into the desk chair. Eelektross tilted its head in confusion and Ingo couldn’t bring himself to answer the silent question, afraid that if he opened his mouth he’d start screaming and never be able to stop.

Emmet.

Here and whole and healing.

Ingo hugged himself tightly, until he could feel an ache in his fingers, held himself there, stiff and silent until the sun rose, casting rosy light onto the opposite wall.

“Oh! Sweet Arceus!! Ingo!” Emmet sat up, swinging his broken leg carefully over the side of the bed with a wince and leaning forward, cupping Ingo’s cold face with both hands. “What are you doing? Are you okay??”

“Could not sleep.” No need to mention the nightmares. The fear that he’d kill him with his negligence. His weakness. Ingo couldn’t even meet his eyes. The thumb ghosting over his cheek blistered and burned and he could feel Emmet searching his expression in an attempt to glean information.

“Remain home today.” Ingo shook his head, pulling away in a daze. “Ingo?” Damn his leg, by the time he’d wrestled his way onto his crutches, his brother was gone.

Grateful there were very few challengers today, Ingo sat huddled on a battle subway bench shivering in his coat and trying to maintain control of himself. He’d been nearly sick on the train because of the wheels pounding along tracks and enclosed space echoing with attacks and commands. The light flashing past the windows was like a strobe and made him ill just looking at it.

He wanted to lay down. He wanted to go home.

And abandon them, just like you did Emmet.

More so than before, Ingo struggled to find his balance in the subway car. Where usually it was a comforting sway, now he was more akin to a small boat at sea, tossed relentlessly around by the waves. When the platform doors parted, he fell into the agent manning this station.

“Boss? You alright?” The depot agent frowned as he quickly righted himself, coming to their own conclusion easily enough. “No, no, you’re not. You haven’t been for a while. I’m calling Other Boss.”

“No!” He’d grabbed them by the shoulders before he even knew he was moving. “No.” Withdrew gently, tried to find equilibrium in fixing his cap. “Please. I. You are correct. I apologize for needing the remainder of my shift off.”

“It’s really no problem. We understand.” They offered him up a sad smile. “Just get some rest, okay? You’re exhausted, Boss. We, all of us, we’re worried for you.”

Because he couldn’t keep himself together.

Head spinning, hurting fit to fracture, Ingo couldn’t seem to remember how exactly he got home, not with the sidewalk dodging out from under his feet like it had, or what he was supposed to be doing at the moment. All he knew was the ache in his skull, his upset stomach and its threat to rebel as he closed his eyes against the rolling walls of his room. Chandelure chirped in worry, her cool arm pressed against the back of his neck which helped, but not enough, not nearly enough.

“Ingo? You in here?” The light streaming through the open door lit a fire behind his eyes and he bit back a whimper. “The Station called. Wanted to make sure you got home?” The noise and the light combined were too, too much and Ingo heaved over the wastebasket in his arms. “Ingo!”

His older brother was curled up around a bin with his back pressed against the wall. How had he missed this? Ingo groaned in misery, laying a cheek on the rim of the basket and closing his eyes.

"’Pologize for w'waking you, Emmet." Ingo shook with delicate tremors, caught between someplace too cold and too hot and the effort of staying quiet. His voice betrayed him further, shaky and small, fading in and out. He hadn't made a move to get up, fingers tightening on the plastic and breath quickening. "Need to… you n'need your rest." His throat clicked with a heavy swallow.

"Brother?” Emmet crept further into the room, shutting the door behind him. “What about you?" Softly, softly, lest he spook him. Something was verrry wrong. “We should see a doctor.” While he longed to fold Ingo up and keep him safe, he had no other option but to sit on the bed. If even he made it to the floor, Ingo was in no state to just pick him up again. They needed help.

It was good that Elesa had a key.

“I knew it was too soon.” She kept her voice down, barely a whisper, shut the door quickly, and Ingo’s shoulders still hunched around his ears.

“He will not get up.” Emmet couldn’t keep the note of panic out of his voice. He’d been sitting. Watching. Useless while Ingo grew worse, grew pale and sick and weepy. “He will not agree to go to the hospital.”

“He won’t talk to you?”

“I do not think he can.”

“Ingo?” Elesa knelt beside him, resting a hand on the nape of his neck and giving a reassuring nod to a near frantic Chandelure. “Did you forget?” Meaningfully, she glanced at Emmet, mouthing an apology before turning back to his twin. “Your brother has an appointment today.” Ingo looked up at her, eyes bright, as though he might cry. “I’ve called a car. We can all go together. Here, let me help you up.” Tall and lanky, it took the assistance of his Pokemon to get him to his unsteady feet and he leaned heavy, shaky on Elesa.

The sunlight had him hissing through his teeth and Elesa got him into the vehicle as quickly as possible before bundling Emmet in with his crutches. She’d called ahead to the hospital that treated them after the attack and may have used a connection or two to get them into a room and out of sight of the public before their presence caused a scene.

If Ingo hadn’t already been in obvious pain, Emmet would have smacked him himself. He’d missed his last two appointments and thankfully, now that the doctor had him she wouldn’t let him leave but he wasn’t keen on cooperating. Likely, she explained, something to do with the concussion he’d sustained during the cave-in not healing correctly. Emmet didn’t understand completely, but he understood enough to know Ingo had neglected to care for himself in his efforts to care for him. Currently, the doctor was trying to cajole him into removing his button down for an exam.

“Why?” Missing a lot of words and it was never a good thing when Emmet’s words outnumbered his older brother’s.

“We are twins! Yep!” Emmet tried to keep his tone light, sincere. “The doctor needs to compare.”

"Bright in, i'nere…" It wasn’t. Ingo’s fingers fumbled on the buttons and before he could get frustrated, Emmet reached out.

“Let me.”

Emmet narrowed his eyes as he swept them over the bruises for the first time. Extensive and still dark, they spread down his back in mottled patterns like a Spinda’s spots and while Ingo was quiet under the doctor’s gentle hands, Emmet fought against demanding answers from him.

Why had he kept this pain a secret? Emmet could have, would have helped! Did Ingo think he wouldn’t have?

When she shined a penlight into Ingo’s eyes to check his pupils, he yelped, turning aside immediately to dry heave and finally she stopped in her examination of him. Tugging Emmet back into the small, private room where Elesa was waiting, she explained a nurse would help Ingo get settled.

“I want to observe Ingo overnight. He’s rundown and exhibiting a lot of post concussion symptoms.” She marked down some notes on her own xtransceiver and hummed thoughtfully. “Your brother has lost more than a few pounds since you were both here last. When did he return to work?”

“Too soon.” Elesa crossed her arms, worry evident in her expression despite the ire in her words.

“Alright. I’m going to prescribe him something for sleep. Sometimes, strange as it sounds, head injuries can cause insomnia.” Emmet should have known. Should have asked. Ingo was prone to insomnia even at the peak of health. “It doesn’t look as though he’s been sleeping well and with parts of his brain trying to overcompensate for jobs they’ve never done before, he’s likely exhausted.”

“What. What does that mean?”

“I’ll send you home with some information, but it means he’ll need to rest and let himself heal.” Emmet caught Elesa’s eyes. He didn’t want to leave Ingo here, alone. What if he woke up and he wasn’t here? Or he became confused? Or upset?

“Emmet?” Despite the gentle touch he nearly jumped out of his skin. “They’re going to take care of him, okay? We’re going to go home and get things ready for tomorrow so Ingo doesn’t have to worry about a thing!”

“Your friend is right.”

“I am Emmet. Want to see him.”

“Of course.” He didn’t wait, let Elesa take care of collecting Ingo’s prescription, shouldering his way back into Ingo’s dark room and not missing how he looked nearly as bad as the days following the attack. He’d slept a long time and now they were here again. “You can touch him.” The doctor had followed. “You won’t hurt him.”

“I know that!” He didn’t mean to snap at her, really. But the very idea– “I am Emmet. Ingo is my brother.” Carefully, he traced one of the ink-dark shadows beneath Ingo’s closed eyes before grabbing hold of his hand, mindful of the line taped to the back of it.

“For rehydration, some vitamins and other medications to help make him comfortable.”

“Ingo can come home tomorrow?” At her nod, Emmet leaned down, pressing their foreheads together for a brief moment and blinking away tears. “Okay.”

Elesa tucked Ingo in while Emmet continued his memorization of the pamphlets the doc had given him yesterday. Ingo didn’t want to sleep but the medication he’d taken was like boarding a non-stop train to oblivion.

"Emmet…needs…" Petulant, Ingo tried to knuckle the sleep out of his eyes, grateful that the pain had markedly decreased since. Yesterday? Memories were fuzzy and he had little desire to parse through them at the moment.

"Right now, you need to rest." Elesa watched him fight it, miserable, torn between responsibility and total collapse. "You're going to close your eyes. And if you're lucky, I'll get take out from that place you like tomorrow." She smiled softly as his body went lax. He'd be lucky. He deserved it and when he shuffled out of his room more than fifteen hours later Elesa wasted no time placing their regular order.

“Ingo!” By virtue of Galvantula in his lap, Emmet couldn’t even attempt to leap to his feet. “How do you feel?” His older brother looked thoughtful and, honestly, much better than before.

“Somehow, still very tired. That does not seem right.” Ingo very nearly whined as he took his spot on the couch. Too weary to sit up, he leaned on Emmet to read over his shoulder and almost immediately passed out again. There’d be time to go over things later considering they were both on mandatory leave for the next two weeks at minimum. Ingo would need the doctor to sign off on his return to the station. He’d bristled at the restriction a split second before Emmet laid into him.

“I feel I must apologize to you both and to all our friends and coworkers at Gear Station.” The trio were gathered in the living room, shoveling noodles into their faces while some train documentary or another ran quietly in the background when Ingo paused. “As your older brother, I should have handled this whole situation better and I am so sorry for my negligence. I should have protected you, Emmet.”

“Ingo.”

“I had a responsibility to you and I failed. You were badly hurt and I. I.” He clenched his teeth. “I am supposed to take care of you. I am supposed to keep you safe.”

“You did. You do!” Emmet didn’t want Ingo to feel this way, especially when it wasn’t true! He wouldn’t hear this for a minute more!

“Did you forget you were injured too, Bidoofus?” Before Ingo could gear up to argue, Elesa continued. “Working yourself into the ground was very irresponsible!”

“Verry irresponsible!”

“And even if you’d walked out of the station without a scratch–Ingo. You still deserve rest.” She dashed the tears from her eyes. “Please stop punishing yourself for situations outside of your control.” He stiffened at the expectation of a bone-crushing hug, melting into her arms when it was instead gentle and warm. She had a point and now that he was thinking more clearly, he could nearly make it out. “I’m going to call Emmet everyday to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“That’s a threat!”

“Emmet meant to say promise.”

“I am Emmet! It can be both!” There was a beat of silence before Ingo shook with laughter, relenting to their special brand of care. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop putting his little brother first, but for the both of them, he would try to let him return the favor.

#PLA #pokemon legends arceus #sickfic #ingo #caretaking #nobori #angst #kudari #exhaustion #subway collapse #concussion #panic #confusion #ingo just wants to take care of emmet #elesa #emmet #submas #train twins #joltik

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dream-meister-translations · 1 year

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WONDER TEA PARTY - PART 3

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SHAYMIE : ~~♪ ~~♪ SHAYMIE : I'm so happy we're going for a walk~ But why are we going even deeper and deeper into the forest? EMMA : They said there's a way out of the forest if we keep going in this direction. MEL : Are you sure we can trust them? They are talking flowers. Isn't that a bit weird~? VOLKS : I think we can trust them. I can usually tell when someone is lying. ROUGE : They talked so beautifully, but I couldn't understand half of what they said~ OSCAR : Most of the information they gave was useless. Aside from the direction we should walk to exit the forest, and this "Alice" person.

FELD : Hmm? Do you guys see that tower beyond the trees? EMMA : Oh, yeah! It looks like there are some other tall buildings too! ROUGE : That must mean there is a city close by!

With that, we quickly hurried through the forest in the direction of the buildings. As expected, we found a city. SHAYMIE : That man has the same ears as Shaymie and Emma! Ooh! That man too! ROUGE : I see. This is our home away from home, Emma! I knew you and I were destined to be together somewhere special~! EMMA : No. My home away from home is Reckord. And our ears look completely different from yours, Rouge. ROUGE : Harsh…! EMMA : This is no time to joke around. Let's see if anyone can help us. In a flash, everything went dark.

EMMA : ….Wha!? MEL : What the hell!? Why is it suddenly so dark!? Volks, where are you!? OSCAR : Calm yourself, Mel. You're clinging to my cape. After a few minutes, our eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness and we could finally see the city again. Glancing up at the sky I noticed that the sun had completely vanished. Now replaced by a white, shining moon. EMMA : What the...!? FELD : Why is it night!? It was daytime just a second ago!

SHAYMIE : Wow~ The stars are so bright~! ROUGE : It's beautiful, isn't it? OSCAR : Nobody in town seems surprised by the sudden shift. EMMA : Ah, that's true. They all seem like they're used to it. EMMA : (My watch still says it's daytime, but the sky has turned to night…? So weird…) VOLKS : I'm sorry, sir. May I have a moment of your time? MAN : Hmm? What is it? VOLKS : We are tourists from another country. A few minutes ago it suddenly changed from day to night. Do you know why?

MAN : I dunno. It's been like this ever since Alice arrived. EMMA : (Alice! There's that name again!) MAN : It seems like a normal day when suddenly it turns to night. FELD : How can you be so calm about this!? EMMA : Who is this Alice? MAN : Alice is Alice. There is no other way to put it. VOLKS : Hm…Has anything else strange happened since the arrival of Alice? MAN : Well, let's see…

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MEL : Yesterday a meadow suddenly appeared instead of the forest!? And an ocean in the sky!? Are you serious!? OSCAR : A person who eats a special pie purchased in the city will grow so large they break the roof of their house? ROUGE : I like the part about the cats suddenly appearing and disappearing. I wanna learn that power. Would come in handy when running from debt collectors. SHAYMIE : He said so many other weird things, I've already forgotten! EMMA : And yet, no one else is freaking out about this. It's like they've all just accepted it as normal. FELD : It sounds way too fucking chaotic!! OSCAR : ……… EMMA : Oscar?

OSCAR : I'm becoming more and more curious about what kind of culinary culture this country has developed. There's no way the food from such an ever-changing place is mediocre. FELD : Don't look so happy about this!! MEL : Wow~ To be so happy about such a messed up situation. The nerve of this guy~! VOLKS : It seems that this is a land where even the wildest of fantasies can come true. EMMA : Yeah, but if day turning into night is such a normal thing━

My mouth hung open for a moment. Afraid to finish the sentence and voice my bad thoughts. Finally, gathering up my courage, I turned to the man and asked… EMMA : We really want to get back to our country…If the moon doesn't rise in this land, how does the Moon Road get built? MAN : The Moon Road might not ever be built again! ROUGE : Oh no! Itsuki will lose his job! VOLKS : Hmm…I see now…If the moon doesn't rise, then the Moon Road can't be built…With such irregular day-night cycles, it would be very difficult to predict its appearance…If it appears at all… EMMA : (That's right….) Will we be able to return home safely from Wondermare? My anxiety continued to grow.

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The Tri-Cone Cup: Chapter 2

Capsaicin Cookie: GAH! I’m so sorry I let you all down! Lil Pepper Cookie: Come on! Toughen up! This is only the beginning! You’re gonna crush them all! Students of Scovillia: Right! Now everybody knows how strong you are! Students of Scovillia: Yeah! We believe in you, Capsaicin Cookie! You’re gonna be the winner! Flaming Hot Wing: CLUCK! CLUUUUCK! Capsaicin Cookie: Thanks, y’all! Capsaicin Cookie: YEAH! There’s gonna be another chance to win! Capsaicin Cookie: Trust me, I’ll bring victory to Scovillia! Capsaicin Cookie: And then, we’re gonna have a feast here, all together!!! Capsaicin Cookie: I’m gonna show the world, that flaming hot is where it’s at! Students of Scovillia: YEAAAAH!

Meanwhile, Crème Knights’ Quarters

Crème Knights Trainees: Kouign-Amann Cookie! Serious Paladin Trainee: That cowardly wizard…! Using such dishonorable tricks to win! Honorable Paladin Trainee: He also had the nerve to lecture our Kouign-Amann Cookie! The nerve!!! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Please, stop…! Serious Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Do not say a word… I don’t want to hear about it…!

Creak… SLAM!

Crème Knights’ Quarters - Inner Chambers

Kouign-Amann Cookie: “Cowardly?” Even so, a victory is a victory…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: After all, he was right! Perhaps I thought too highly of myself as the champion of the Crème Knights… Kouign-Amann Cookie: Besides… Kouign-Amann Cookie: Did I even have a chance against the Scovillia champion…? Kouign-Amann Cookie: But I must win…! Everyone is expecting me to win…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: But… I’m not sure anymore, not after today.

Meanwhile, Parfaedian Quarters

Parfaedian Students: That was… a legit win, wasn’t it? Citrus Parfaedia Student: A win is a win, who cares! Berry Parfaedia Student: Hm… Clearly, potions have potential! I’ve never heard about that Sickness Potion though… Parfaedian Students: I gotta say, Prune Juice Cookie must’ve been pretty discreet about his little… operation. He could’ve had half of the Institute… expelled! Citrus Parfaedia Student: I wonder what his formula is…! Parfaedian Students: Aaanyhow, Prune Juice Cookie was lucky to win this time. But I still don’t believe he has what it takes to claim the cup! Berry Parfaedia Student: Yeah… Who knows! I guess we’ll see about that.

Gelato Trio Cookie: Ha ha ha! Good morning, esteemed guests! Gelato Trio Cookie: Ah, these ancient walls greet another dawn! Gelato Trio Cookie: The second trial has only one simple rule! The first champion to come out of the Harmony Grove… wins! Gelato Trio Cookie: But the task itself is far from simple! The grove is teeming with eerie shadows and dark secrets! Once you step under the mighty old branches, you’re on your own. Gelato Trio Cookie: It looks like our champions have already arrived at the grove’s edge! Gelato Trio Cookie: All-Seeing Jellyvisor, can we have the picture?

Capsaicin Cookie: I’m not gonna go easy on you today! Since last night, I’ve become even SPICIER! Prune Juice Cookie: Even spicier?! Oh goodness. What do I do! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Holy Light… I think I understand why they call you the Spice Overlord. Capsaicin Cookie: Hmpf. I’m not really fond of that name. I prefer my name, Capsaicin Cookie! Kouign-Amann Cookie: As you say. I’m going to win anyway! This is my chance to redeem myself! Gelato Trio Cookie: That was surely a cunning victory yesterday, Prune Juice Cookie! And a well-earned one! Gelato Trio Cookie: But who will emerge victorious this time? Gelato Trio Cookie, what do you think? Gelato Trio Cookie: Hmmm… Who knows! Since this is the second trial, perhaps… Gelato Trio Cookie: Would you look at the time! You’ll have another chance to voice your predictions! Gelato Trio Cookie: LET THE SECOND TRIAL BEGIN… RIGHT NOW!

Capsaicin Cookie: HYAH!

BOOM!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Hah!

CLANG!

Prune Juice Cookie: Ahh! Be careful, you two! It’s getting dangerous here in the back, you know! Kouign-Amann Cookie: We have Dry Fruits Bats chasing us, and now Sour String Spiders…! Your safety is the least of our concerns! Kouign-Amann Cookie: And for your information, we’re competing with each other here! Now stop complaining and come forward and fight! Prune Juice Cookie: Ha ha! But you two are doing such a great job getting rid of those obstacles! I’ll only get in your way, really! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ugh… Whatever! Capsaicin Cookie: That’s it, I had enough. Out of my way! Prune Juice Cookie: Eek! Just a friendly reminder: it might be unwise to use your fire around all these trees…! Capsaicin Cookie: HYAH!

BANG!

Dry Fruit Bats: *shrieks* Prune Juice Cookie: …Ahem! I admit, it was rather effective! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Cough cough… Ugh, dust! You turned the whole place upside down! Prune Juice Cookie: Seriously, that Boom Fist of his gives me the chills whenever I see it! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Boom Fist…? Capsaicin Cookie: Did you just come up with that? I like it! Think I’m gonna steal that name!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Wait! Look, ahead! Prune Juice Cookie: Looks like we have three roads to choose from. Prune Juice Cookie: Nooo, don’t say the time to part ways with my stalwart protectors has finally come…! Oh, woe is me! Prune Juice Cookie: It means that each one of us must take their own path, right? Prune Juice Cookie: Oh well! Remember: the first Cookie to leave this nasty forest wins! So long, my friends! Ha ha. Kouign-Amann Cookie: Crafty rascal! But I’m not going to let him win again. This time, victory will be mine! Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha ha ha! We shall see about that!

A while later…

Prune Juice Cookie: Ew… The road is getting narrower and the forest is getting darker! Creepy, even for a spooky old forest! Prune Juice Cookie: I don’t even know what to expect anymore, huh. Prune Juice Cookie: Hm? What… There’s something ahead…! Prune Juice Cookie: …A door? A door in the middle of the forest.

CREAK… Clunk!

Prune Juice Cookie: Huh! This place is even more creepy and decrepit on the inside! Very well, how are you gonna scare me now…? Prune Juice Cookie: …Oh? Prune Juice Cookie: Well, this is quite unexpected!

Same moment, different Hall of Mirrors

CREAK… Clunk!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: What is this place…?

Kouign-Amann Cookie: The entire hall is made of mirrors! Kouign-Amann Cookie: What kind of trial is this? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Alright! I’m prepared to face any foe! Know that Kouign-Amann Cookie never gives up nor surrenders! Kouign-Amann Cookie: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: Nobody…? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Oh? The entrance… disappeared…?!

Mirror Knight: I see you. The noble Paladin with dough imbued with the brightest rays of lights. Mirror Knight: Draw your sword! Prove that you are a knight that knows no defeat. Mirror Knight: For only a true Paladin may emerge victorious. Kouign-Amann Cookie: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: …I shall draw my sword, for a Paladin never backs down from a challenge! Kouign-Amann Cookie: (I was simply looking inside the mirror…!) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (You know the Code of the Crème Knights…! Are you… one of us?) Mirror Knight: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: Trials of mirrors of some sort, is it? Whatever it is, I am prepared to take it! Witness my victory! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Haaah…!

Capsaicin Cookie: …Am I walking in circles?! Capsaicin Cookie: Mirrors…! Mirrors everywhere! Capsaicin Cookie: I was looking at my reflection… But then… Capsaicin Cookie: My wrist…! IT HURTS! THE SHACKLES… ARE BACK?! Capsaicin Cookie: No…! No shackles! Not anymore…! I… I have learned how to control my power!!! Capsaicin Cookie: It’s true…! I can do it… Capsaicin Cookie: I… I did my best to contain my powers! I’ve never lost control…! Capsaicin Cookie: I’ve suppressed myself enough…! Please, no shackles…! Capsaicin Cookie: I beg… Please… NO!

BOOOOOM!

Meanwhile, different Hall of Mirrors

Dessert Magic Professor: Prune Juice Cookie. With a heavy heart, I must inform you… Prune Juice Cookie: Oh, not that old tune again! Dessert Magic Professor: …Without any doubt, you are one of the most diligent, most hard-working students… Prune Juice Cookie: Must you remind a Cookie of his traumatic past? That’s too much, even for me. Dessert Magic Professor: …However, the facts speak for themselves. Prune Juice Cookie: Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m pretty happy with my potions, you know. Let’s get over with the old unpleasant memories! Dessert Magic Professor: As your professor, I’ve done everything I could. But I must conclude that you are simply incapable of learning magic. Perhaps there are other… careers that you will find interesting? Prune Juice Cookie: Nothing more than a memory it might be, but it hurts just as much, professor.

Meanwhile, different Hall of Mirrors

Clang!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Aah! Mirror Knight: A fight is over once a Paladin loses her sword. You have lost eight times. Mirror Knight: Say it. Admit your defeat. Mirror Knight: Or perhaps you still harbor your delusions? That you can win this battle? Kouign-Amann Cookie: (No… No, I don’t think I can…) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (Time after time, I lost. But…) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (But… I don’t want to admit it.) Mirror Knight: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: Because as a Paladin… I simply will not give up! Mirror Knight: But…

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Gahah…!

CLANG!

Mirror Knight: You are trembling. Mirror Knight: I sense hestitation* in every swing, in every step.

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Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ugh… Mirror Knight: This is the ninth time. Mirror Knight: A Paladin must know when to yield. A tenet of the Crème Paladins yet unknown to you. Mirror Knight: Go ahead. Say it. Admit your defeat. Kouign-Amann Cookie: I… I can’t…!

CLANG!

Mirror Knight: Tenth. If it were your life at stake, it would have been long but over. Kouign-Amann Cookie: (I hate it… I hate that I cannot admit my defeat…!) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (But you are correct… I’ve been defeated… Ten times… Ten harrowing times…) Mirror Knight: Say it. Kouign-Amann Cookie: (…But that’s why…) Mirror Knight: Admit your defeat. Kouign-Amann Cookie: (The more I think about it…)

Kouign-Amann Cookie: The less I’m afraid of losing. Kouign-Amann Cookie: The only thing that was proven is that you are simply more skilled! I can still move my arms and legs! I can still keep fighting! Mirror Knight: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: How foolish of me. Kouign-Amann Cookie: True defeat is only when one gives up…! Mirror Knight: Denial of truth… Desperate delusions… Mirror Knight: This is not the way of a Paladin from the Crème Knights! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I don’t care! Kouign-Amann Cookie: For I shall fight until my last crumb! Kouign-Amann Cookie: A Paladin who does NOT fear defeat! This is MY way!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Huff… huff… Mirror Knight: Why, Kouign-Amann Cookie? Why do you persist? Your dress is in tatters. And nothing will change the outcome. Kouign-Amann Cookie: No, but everything else has changed. I’ve learned a lot about you, and… Kouign-Amann Cookie: I shall keep fighting… until the very end!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: HYAH!

CLANG!!!

Mirror Knight: Ugh…!

Mirror Knight: …Indeed, you have grown. Mirror Knight: You defeated me this time. Victory is yours. Mirror Knight: Take it. The Mark of Victory.

Mirror Knight: Go and stay true to your beliefs.

Crack… crack…

CRASH!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: So what if my dress is ruined! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I can look myself in the mirror and smile, knowing that I gave it everything I had! Crème Knights Trainees: HOOORAAAAY! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Huh…?

Gelato Trio Cookie: KOUIGN-AMANN COOKIE WAS THE FIRST TO COME OUT! SHE IS THE WINNER OF THE SECOND TRIAL! Gelato Trio Cookie: The second trial will be officially over once the two other champions… HUH? Students of Scovillia: L-LOOK! Capsaicin Cookie’s Hall of Mirrors… Students of Scovillia: IS ON FIRE!!!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: What?! Scovillia Student Fan: C-CAPSAICIN COOKIE…! Gelato Trio Cookie: Since we already have our winner decided, we will execute our extraordinary right to intervene! Gelato Trio Cookie: Dispatch the Rescue Gelatos! Gelato Trio Cookie: I’d like to ask our esteemed audience to remain calm, as it is absolutely impossible for the fire to reach your seats! Our specialists will contain the situation within ten minutes! Crème Knights Trainees: K-kouign-Amann Cookie!? Gelato Trio Cookie: Oh! Looks like Kouign-Amann COokie has another plan! Gelato Trio Cookie: The Crème Knights’ champion is headed towards… Prune Juice Cookie’s Hall of Mirrors!

Dessert Magic Professor: I am certain that a bright young Cookie such as yourself can excel at… ahem… almost any field! And I will do all in my power to help you set on a new path. Prune Juice Cookie: Hm, what was it I said back then…? Prune Juice Cookie: No, can’t remember… Prune Juice Cookie: Professor, you mentioned… “almost any field.” Naturally, that is excluding the study of magic and such? Prune Juice Cookie: No talent for one thing, no luck with others… Prune Juice Cookie: So what exactly are you suggesting that I do, hm? Dessert Magic Professor: … Prune Juice Cookie: Yes, yes… I know. You’ve done everything you could for me. Prune Juice Cookie: After all, it’s my dough’s fault that I have no magic abilities. Dessert Magic Professor: I’m sorry… If I could share some of my magic with you, I would do it without a doubt! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh well. There’s no need. Prune Juice Cookie: You know it’s not possible. Prune Juice Cookie: But don’t worry too much about me, professor. Like I said, I’ve been doing pretty good with my potions. Prune Juice Cookie: And have you heard? I was chosen as the champion of the Parfaedia Institute! For the Triple Cone Cup! Prune Juice Cookie: So… With all that being said… I think it’s time for me to go! Prune Juice Cookie: Frankly speaking, this conversation is not pleasant at all. Prune Juice Cookie: Looks like the goal was to… face the demons from your past! Guess I can check that one off! Prune Juice Cookie: I guess this is the moment where I magically find my old scrolls and spellbooks and tear them apart into millions of little pieces once again? …No?

Crack… crack…

CRASH!

Prune Juice Cookie: Oh? But I didn’t even do anything yet!? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Prune Juice Cookie, I need your help! Prune Juice Cookie: My help? Prune Juice Cookie: Wait, but you’re already here, so… I take it that the winner has already been decided? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Yes, you’re right! And if you’re all done here, please follow me! Capsaicin Cookie is in grave danger! Prune Juice Cookie: What? In grave danger? HIM?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Yes! Let’s go! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh… Sure! …I’m coming!

Prune Juice Cookie: Would you look at that...! Prune Juice Cookie: Is HE really in danger here? To me, it looks like EVERYTHING ELSE is in danger! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Both of them are in danger! Do you still have that potion that you used in the first trial?! Prune Juice Cookie: Do I look like some magical potion cabinet to you? The one that gives you a potion of your requirement? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Well, sort of! Prune Juice Cookie: That’s actually true. Prune Juice Cookie never comes unprepared! Prune Juice Cookie: I do happen to carry a special tincture that allows the user to swim in a bubbling lava! Prune Juice Cookie: I call it… the I’ll Be Back Potion! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …That’s… a very hopeful name. Prune Juice Cookie: Rest assured, it works! Prune Juice Cookie: But! It works for no longer than three minutes! You’ll have to be quick. Kouign-Amann Cookie: That will do! Just to double-check… are you coming with me? Prune Juice Cookie: Oh no no no! A fragile little Cookie like me should stay here. Instead, I’m gonna mess around and stop the flames from spreading.

Capsaicin Cookie: I’ve been suppressing my flames forever…!!! Capsaicin Cookie: So that I… I wouldn’t hurt anyone! Capsaicin Cookie: Holding back… to WHAT END! I’ve been restraining my powers so that I wouldn’t hurt anyone…! Capsaicin Cookie: No longer… Capsaicin Cookie: I WON’T BE SHACKLED ANY LONGER! Capsaicin Cookie: Yes… These… these flimsy old chains will melt away in no second… Capsaicin Cookie: I can get rid of them, like I did before…! Capsaicin Cookie: And burn… BURN IT ALL!!!!

WHOOOOOSH!

Capsaicin Cookie: YES, BURN! Capsaicin Cookie: GRAAAAAH!

Crack… crack…

???: …caici… ookie! Capsaicin Cookie: GAAAAAH!

Crack…

???: Caps… in… kie…

CRASH!

Capsaicin Cookie: Argh!! Kouign-Amann Cookie: CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Capsaicin Cookie: YOU… WHAT ARE YOU…?! WHERE… WHAT?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Come to your senses!!! Capsaicin Cookie: MY SHACKLES… ARE NO MORE. Kouign-Amann Cookie: The trial is over! Take my hands, we must leave! Capsaicin Cookie: LEAVE… here? But I… I was looking in the mirror… Kouign-Amann Cookie: By the Light! You used all your strength to summon all this lava! What in the world did you see in that mirror?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: There’s no other option! If I must carry you on my back, I will!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Thank the Light that the mirrors could be broken from outside! Prune Juice Cookie: Kouign-Amann Cookie! I’ve been taking care of the fire… Prune Juice Cookie: What happened to Capsa… Huh?! Kouign-Amann Cookie, BEHIND YOU! Prune Juice Cookie: Something is coming out of the hall! A burning… chain?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: RUN! Prune Juice Cookie: …But I’m too tired to run! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Seriously…?

Kouign-Amann Cookie: What would you two do without me?! Prune Juice Cookie: Sheesh, is that something to say to the Cookie who gracefully provided you with a potion that saved the day? Capsaicin Cookie: … Gelato Trio Cookie: UNBELIEVABLE! Gelato Trio Cookie: The winner of the second trial, Kouign-Amann Cookie, has also rescued her two rivals! Gelato Trio Cookie: Let us offer a generous round of applause to the bravery and selflessness of this champion! Students: HOOOOORAAAAY!

Crème Knights’ Quarters

Serious Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie! You were amazing today! Kouign-Amann Cookie: M-my friends… Honorable Paladin Trainee: Not only did you pass the trial with flying colors, you also paved your own path as a paladin! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …Of course! Serious Paladin Trainee: You are everything a true Paladin should be! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …I’m sorry about yesterday. But thank you, truly! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I wouldn’t have gotten this far if not for your support. Crème Knights Preceptor: You have demonstrated that you are worthy of being a Paladin! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Preceptor…! Crème Knights Preceptor: A Paladin never walks a well-trodden path! Crème Knights Preceptor: To push ahead in this wide world under the banner of the Divine Light… Such is the way of a Paladin of the Crème Knights. Crème Knights Preceptor: And it seems that you have discovered a banner of your own indeed, Kouign-Amann Cookie. Crème Knights Preceptor: Keep walking that path, young one! And be the beacon of light to others. Kouign-Amann Cookie: Yes, preceptor! This trial has opened my eyes. I can feel it in my dough… The light within me feels stronger! Kouign-Amann Cookie: My fellow Paladins! I shall do it for the Crème Knights, for all of you, and for myself…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I shall bring us victory!

Meanwhile, Parfaedian Quarters

Parfaedian Students: … Berry Parfaedia Student: Prune Juice Cookie hasn’t left his room since the end of the trial… Citrus Parfaedia Student: I think he’s busy preparing new potions! Berry Parfaedia Student: I want to offer my help… But I don’t know if I should… Parfaedia Principal: Is everything alright, students? Is there a problem? Citrus Parfaedia Student: Oh… H-hello, ma’am! Prune Juice Cookie… He… Parfaedia Principal: Looks like facing the past has taken a greater toll on Prune Juice Cookie than he would like to admit… Parfaedia Principal: But, I believe it will be a good opportunity for him to grow. It is very important to realize that “overcome” and “get over” are two different words… Parfaedia Principal: Let us wait, my young friends! Perhaps, it is better if we gave Prune Juice Cookie some time to reflect on the events of today… Parfaedia Principal: Prune Juice Cookie… I only hope that you achieve all your goals at the end of this trial..

Parfaedia Quarters - Inner Chambers

Prune Juice Cookie: Let’s face it, my potions are all I have… Prune Juice Cookie: What if Kouign-Amann Cookie didn’t come for me today…? What if I had to use my potions to solve this crisis…? Prune Juice Cookie: Ha ha… Looks like I;m in her debt now… Prune Juice Cookie: I must make more potions. Greater quantities in all sorts… Prune Juice Cookie: I must be prepared to solve any problems…!

Meanwhile, Scovillia Quarters

Capsaicin Cookie: (I can’t look them in their eyes…) Capsaicin Cookie: (The biggest problem of all is not in the fact that I lacked skill or have let my school down…) Lil Pepper Cookie: CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Are you alright?! Hot Scovillia Student: We were so scared when Kouign-Amann Cookie brought you here! Capsaicin Cookie: My friends… I’m sorry. I should’ve… Scovillia Headmaster: No, stop it! Stop sulking! Keep your chin up! You’ve done more than well! Scovillia Headmaster: No matter what you went through, you will always remain the pride of Scovillia! Spicy Scovillia Student: Yeah! We just got a bit scared, is all! Scovillia Student Fan: And the tournament is far from over yet! Flaming Hot Wing: Cluck… Flaming Hot Wing: CLUUUUUUUUUCK! Capsaicin Cookie: …! Capsaicin Cookie: (That’s right… the biggest problem is…) Lil Pepper Cookie: Huh… What? Hot Wing, what’s the matter? Flaming Hot Wing: Cluuuck! C-C-C-CLUUUCK! Scovillia Student Fan: Calm down!!! Spicy Scovillia Student: What’s wrong with you! That’s your friend, Capsaicin Cookie! Lil Pepper Cookie: Looks like Hot Wing got too worked up with all that happened… Capsaicin Cookie: (This anxiety in me… that if I don’t suppress the fire within me… I might end up burning everything around me to ashes…) Lil Pepper Cookie: We’ll take care of Hot Wing. You go and have some rest! Capsaicin Cookie: …Thank you.

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