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Pet for Rent , Chapter 4/4 (The Happy Ending) A CS Modern AU Story

And so we've reached the end of this little journey. Thank you for reading this story that was one way for me to move through my grief of losing Zeke. Some of you have mentioned that you've lost a pet and reading this has helped you, and that makes me very happy

This chapter earns the story its M rating, but the smut is bracketed by double rows of asterisks and can be easily skipped.

Thanks one more time to @hookedmom, who helped me work out the ending until it was satisfactory to both of us.

Chapter Summary: Henry, Emma, Killian and Winston get their happy ending.

Chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 (The Meet Cute) Ch. 2 (The Idea) Ch. 3 (The Adoption)

Rating: M (See note above)

Words: 9319

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

Story begins under the cut

Winston’s routine between the two households was firmly established during the next month. He spent weekdays with Killian at his apartment, and evenings at Emma and Henry’s house. On the weekends, all four of them spent as much time together as possible.

Emma and Killian were both happy to see that the dog was housebroken and didn’t require a lot of extra work. He did crave attention at times and demonstrated some behaviors that made them think he still had some puppy in him, but the three humans were consistent in their training to stop him from jumping up and barking excessively.

From the very first night he spent with them, he didn’t need to be put outside until morning, and slept soundly on Henry’s bed. The boy and dog formed a fast friendship and once again, Emma had her happy-go-lucky son back. He kept a picture of Ernie on his dresser and mentioned how much he still missed him from time to time, but the joy of having a new dog was healing his heart.

On Fridays and Saturdays, Killian would stay for a few hours after Emma got Henry into bed. They watched television, had lengthy conversations and kissed…a lot. Once they were sure Winston was acclimated to his new environment, they were able to plan another date to eat out and see a movie.

Their relationship was deepening, but they had yet to declare their love for one another. Killian was sure of his feelings for Emma, but didn’t want to spook her by saying anything. Emma wanted to make sure what she felt wasn’t just an infatuation. She had only fallen in love with one other man and had her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn’t afford to be wrong about her feelings again, especially since she now had Henry to take into consideration.

The bond between Henry and Killian was getting stronger as well. The two of them watched sporting events on TV, played video games, worked on training Winston and built Lego sets together. Emma was happy her son had a male figure in his life now, but worried about what would happen if Killian decided to move away from Storybrooke.

The first substantial snowfall of the season happened on a Friday in early December. School was letting out at noon due to the storm, which put Emma in a bind. Ashley couldn’t watch him because she was away for the weekend. Emma had already arranged to take off work at three o’clock instead of five, but she wasn’t able to leave another three hours early.

When she considered who else would be willing to help, the next person who came to mind was Killian. As she quickly placed the call, she tapped her fingernails nervously on the desk.

He answered before she even heard it connect. “Swan! This is a nice surprise.”

“You might not think so when I tell you why I’m calling.”

She could hear the instant concern in his voice when he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“They’re letting school out in half an hour because of the weather and Ashley is out of town. I can’t get off work until three o’clock and I need somebody to pick Henry up and watch him until…”

“Calm down, Love,” he interrupted. “Winston and I will pick him up and take him home.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to take you away from your work…”

“No worries. I’m finished for the day because I already put in extra hours this week.”

“Oh, good,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’ll call the school and tell them you’ll be picking him up. Since you’re not an authorized pick-up person, you’ll have to go inside to fill out a form when you get there. I’ll also text Mary Margaret and let her know. I really, really appreciate this, Killian.”

“It’s truly no problem, Love. I’ll get Winston ready to go right now. We should be there in about twenty minutes. Will that work?”

“That’s perfect. I need to warn you that it’s probably going to be a bit chaotic in the school office because of the early release.”

“Duly noted. I’ll send you a text when I’ve collected Henry and we’re in the car ready to go home.”

“Thanks, again. You’re a lifesaver.”

Ending the call, she sent up a prayer of thanks and went back to work.

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Emma was right about the chaos in the office. Killian had to wait several minutes before they could verify who he was and hand him a form to complete. Just as he was signing his name at the bottom, Mary Margaret ushered Henry in the door, along with two of her other students, whose parents were also waiting.

“Killian!” Henry cried, spotting him immediately.

“Hello, lad. Your mom asked me to pick you up.”

“Yeah, Mrs. Nolan told me. Thanks!”

“You’ll have to sign him out,” Mary Margaret explained, gesturing to the line of parents who were waiting to do that very thing. “Be careful driving home.”

“Thank you. You do the same,” Killian responded, stepping behind the last person in line.

Once Henry was properly signed out, they slipped and slid through the accumulating snow to where Killian had parked the car. Winston started barking from inside as soon as he caught sight of his boy.

While Henry greeted the dog and got himself buckled in, Killian texted Emma, then started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. So far, the snow was just making the roads slushy, but with such precious cargo in the back seat, he drove with extra caution.

By the time Emma arrived home three hours later, the snow was making travel hazardous. Killian heard her come in the door and paused the video game he and Henry were playing.

She was stomping off her boots and shaking the snow out of her hair when he greeted her. “Did you have any trouble, Love?”

“The roads are terrible and the snow is picking up, which means they’re only going to get worse.”

He helped her out of her coat and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall. As she sat on a bench to pull off her boots, he scratched behind his ear and said wistfully, “Perhaps I should just go home now, if they’re getting that bad.”

She glanced up at him, then back down as she finished her task. Once both of her boots were sitting on the rug, she stood and looked toward the living room. “What’s Henry doing?”

“We were playing a video game. He’s probably waiting for me to rejoin him.”

“Let me go say hi to him, then I have something to ask you.”

“Okay, but first…” he said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a tender kiss. “Welcome home, Love. I’m very glad you made it safely.”

“Mmm, me too, especially when I get a greeting like that.” After giving him one more kiss, she linked their hands and led the way to the living room. Henry was sitting on the couch petting Winston, who was laying beside him. Both of them perked up when the adults entered the room, a wide grin splitting Henry’s face, while Winston thumped his tail on the cushions.

“Hey, kid. How was school today?”

“Great! I wish we could get out early every day!”

Emma laughed. “I wouldn’t count on it. Were you able to go to art class? I know how you look forward to it.”

“We still got to go and I finished my Rainbow Fish project. It turned out really good!”

“Oh, yeah? Did you bring it home?”

“No, it had to finish drying. Mrs. Fisher said she wants to hang it up in the hallway.”

“Maybe I’ll schedule a day to come in and have lunch with you, and you can show it to me then. How does that sound?”

“Cool! I love it when you have lunch with me!”

“I know. I love it, too. Let me know when it’s hung up, okay?” She watched him nod his agreement, then asked, “What have you three boys been up to this afternoon?”

“We went out and played in the snow for a little while, but it got too windy and cold. Killian made hot chocolate when we came inside. Winston loved the snow, didn’t you, boy?”

“He was trying to catch all of the snowflakes,” Killian laughed. “Then he started eating the snow on the ground. He’s such a funny pooch.”

“Show her the picture you took, Killian,” Henry urged.

Killian pulled his phone out of his front pocket and opened his photo gallery. Holding it so Emma could see, he said, “I took several pictures and a couple of videos.”

As he started scrolling through them, he didn’t see the doey-eyed look she gave him before directing her attention to what he was showing her. When he came to the last picture, she burst out laughing. In it, Henry was kneeling on the ground beside Winston, who had snow all over his muzzle.

“He looks like he has a white beard,” she giggled.

“Aye, Whitebeard the Weird, distant relative of Blackbeard the Pirate,” Killian chuckled.

Emma laughed again, then asked her son, “Where did you put your wet clothes?”

“Killian put them in the dryer.”

“Henry showed me where it was located.”

“Thank you. He usually lets them lay in a heap inside the door.” Turning back to Henry, she said, “What else did you do?”

He picked up the Nintendo Switch controller, gesturing to the TV with it. “We played video games until you got home.”

“Sounds like you guys had a good time.”

“We did,” Henry assured her. “And don’t worry, Mom. I thanked Killian for everything.”

“Aye, he did. Henry has very good manners, don’t you, lad?” Killian said, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Yeah. Are you ready to finish our game?”

“Your mother wanted to talk to me about something first, then I should probably head home. She said the roads are getting bad.”

Henry’s shoulders drooped. “But I thought you would stay like you always do on Fridays.”

Emma said, “Henry, why don’t you play a game by yourself for a while, so I can talk to Killian?”

“Can I play Mario Kart?”

“You know the rules - only if you turned in all of your homework and didn’t get your card pulled for bad behavior this week.”

He jumped off the couch and grabbed his book bag from the recliner where he had tossed it when he got home. Unzipping it, he pulled out a folder and handed it to his mom.

She took it and pulled out the papers from the ‘keep at home’ side, placing them on the end table to look at later. Then she took a sheet from the ‘return to school’ pocket. After looking it over, she gave Henry a smile and kissed him on the forehead. “Good job, kid. I’m proud of you.”

While he was putting the folder back in his bag, she went to the closet and got the treasured game off the shelf above the coat rack. As soon as he got the game set up and was fully engaged in choosing his racer, Emma motioned for Killian to follow her into the kitchen.

She leaned against the front of the sink out of Henry’s line of sight, and Killian stood in front of her, his hands on her hips. “What did you want to talk to me about, Swan?” he asked, a concerned crease across his forehead.

Her eyes remained focused on the floor for several moments. When she finally looked up, there were tears in them.

He stepped closer, dipping his head to scan her face. “Emma, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered quickly. “I just…I…I think I love you.”

Killian’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Wh-what?”

“I love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, Killian Jones.”

He surged forward, claiming the lips that just uttered the words which were music to his ears. He could have kissed her for hours, but he needed to ask her a question. “When?”

“When did I fall in love with you?” she asked, seeking to clarify.

“Aye. When did you know?”

She licked her lips. “I think I’ve been falling for you since the first day we met, but I wanted to make sure it’s really love that I feel. I’ve been burned before, and with Henry to consider, I didn’t want to jump right into a serious relationship. Then today, I just…I realized…I mean, you’re there for me, for us. You’re wonderful with Henry and it…it’s not because you’re trying to impress me or win my affections through my son. You honestly seem to like spending time with him. You dropped everything to pick him up today and then, those videos and pictures…you took videos and pictures of my kid because you were having fun with him.”

She paused for a second and he waited, understanding she needed to gather her thoughts. “But it’s not just because of Henry. That’s important, but it…it’s the way you make me feel. I love every minute we spend together. I can never get enough of being with you. As soon as you leave, I immediately look forward to the next time we’ll see each other. I…I…oh hell, I’m rambling and not making any sense.”

“You’re making perfect sense. I completely understand what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?”

He framed her face with his hands, brushing the apples of her cheeks with his thumbs. “Aye, because I feel the same way. You’re the best part of my day, whether we’re texting, talking, or actually together. I truly do love spending time with Henry because he’s such a great kid and I would never use him to try to impress you, Emma.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “I’ve known for a while, too. That I love you. I’m in love with you, Emma Swan.”

The brightness of her smile was nearly blinding and it was her turn to initiate the fiery kiss. Afterwards, they stood with their foreheads pressed together, while her fingers played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. “Can I ask you something?” she whispered.

“Of course, Love. Anything.”

She looked into his eyes. “Are you still thinking about moving away from Storybrooke?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation. “I’ve got every reason in the world to stay right here.”

“Good.”

He kissed her sweetly, then sighed. “I hate to ruin this moment, but I really should get started for home. The road conditions are probably worsening by the minute.”

“Actually, that was the original reason I wanted to talk to you. I was thinking that maybe…you could…stay here tonight.”

“Why, Swan,” he teased, “are you inviting me to a sleepover?”

“Well, it would be a very adult sleepover,” she said, watching him closely to gauge his reaction.

He tilted his head and studied her for a moment or two. “Are you saying…you want me to actually sleep with you?”

“I guess we would sleep eventually…”

“Emma, are you sure you’re ready to take that next step?”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not saying that at all,” he said quickly. “I just…would you be comfortable having me stay with you when Henry is right down the hall? We could…we could wait until we’re at my place, if you’d rather.”

“This isn’t spur of the moment, Killian. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I think Henry is too young to understand what it means for you to spend the night and still be here in the morning. He just loves having you here and is always sad to see you leave. I’m not saying it’s going to be something that happens every night…”

“I wouldn’t expect that, especially during the week, but perhaps on the weekends?”

“That’s what I was thinking. Of course, we might be jumping the gun to consider more than tonight. You might be appalled by my snoring, drooling, or what I look like first thing in the morning. Or maybe we won’t be…compatible…in bed.”

He grinned. “I highly doubt that will be the case, Emma. Ever since the day we met, I’ve felt like we have a connection to each other that goes beyond friendship. I can’t imagine that not transferring to the bedroom. As far as your snoring and drooling, I’m sure I’ll find it to be absolutely adorable.”

“Whatever you say,” she scoffed. “But when you wake up with my morning breath in your face, you might change your mind.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” he smirked.

She began playing with the buttons on his shirt. “There’s, um…there’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

“What’s that, Love?”

After stepping away from him to check on Henry in the other room, she returned to face him again. “I haven’t been…intimate with anyone since Henry’s father. Henry is my world and everything else has taken a back seat.”

“Which is quite understandable,” Killian said. “It’s been a while for me, too. After getting hurt like I did, I was in no hurry to be with another woman. You have changed so many things in my life, Emma, and I’m anxious to begin this next chapter with you and Henry.”

“Don’t forget Winston,” she quipped.

“How could I forget Winston?” he laughed.

“Okay, so how about we get some supper and watch a movie like we usually do on Friday nights? My guess is that after the excitement of the day, Henry will be asleep before it’s over.”

“That sounds wonderful, Love. What were you planning to eat?”

“I was planning to order pizza, but with the roads the way they are, I think we better go with plan B.”

“Which is…?”

“I have no idea.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Do you mind if I search your cupboards a bit?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and crooned, “You can search anything you want.”

“Swan, are you flirting with me to get me riled up?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased.

“Perhaps I would,” she answered, before scattering kisses along his throat.

“Bad form, Love,” he groaned.

“You don’t like it?” she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes.

“I like it too much, that’s the problem,” he said, pressing his hips against hers so she could feel the effect she was having on him.

“Okay, I’ll stop…for now,” she said. She started to move away and he reluctantly released her. “Dig around to your heart’s content and I’ll go see what movie Henry wants to watch.”

Killian ended up making spaghetti with garlic toast for supper. Afterwards, they watched “Luck” on AppleTV, while munching on chocolate chip cookies Emma whipped up. She and Killian managed to make the food while sharing lots of kisses in the kitchen.

Henry didn’t question Killian staying instead of going home; he was simply happy to carry on with their usual Friday evening routine. He made it through the movie without falling asleep, but was reluctant to move when it ended. Emma realized that he wanted Killian to carry him to his room, which he did, making her heart melt as she watched.

While Emma took Henry through his bedtime routine, Killian put Winston outside to do his business. Although he had cleared the patio of snow earlier in the evening, it was covered again.

When he took Winston into Henry’s room after toweling him off, he reported, “I’d say there’s at least six inches of snow and it’s still coming down.”

“Oh, boy!” Henry exclaimed, perking up. “Can you come over tomorrow to play in it with us again?”

Killian scratched behind his ear, looking to Emma for help.

“Actually kid, Killian is going to stay here overnight,” she said.

“He is?”

“Yeah. The roads are pretty bad and I didn’t want him to risk driving home. Is that okay with you?”

Henry gave her a puzzled look. “Sure. Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

Emma shrugged. “He’s never spent the night here before.”

“Well, he should, because we’re usually together all day on Saturdays, too. It doesn’t make sense for him to go home.”

Killian and Emma exchanged a look, then he bid the boy goodnight, patted Winston and left the room so she could read to her son.

After kissing Henry and closing the door to his room, she found Killian sitting on the couch. “Well, I guess that answers the question of whether it’s going to bother Henry,” she said, plopping down beside him.

“Aye,” he chuckled, but she noticed he didn’t look at her.

“Hey,” she said, reaching to take his hand. “Is something wrong?”

“I, uh, I…if we’re going to take that next step in our relationship, I’m concerned about what to do because I don’t have any kind of protection.”

“Well, I obviously don’t have any STDs and I assume you don’t, either.”

“I don’t, but what about preventing you from getting pregnant?”

“Oh, that’s not a problem. I have an IUD. My doctor suggested it because I had such heavy periods after Henry was born.”

“Well, that is a relief,” he said, finally looking at her. “Did Henry fall asleep while you were reading to him?”

“He was out before I read half a page. He actually held out longer than I thought.”

“Tomorrow will be another fun day in the snow for him.”

She turned on the sofa to face him, draping her legs over his. “I was meaning to ask you - did you bring along clothes to wear out in the snow?”

“Aye. Liam advised that I keep extra clothes in the car during the winter months, so I changed into them once we came inside.”

“Did you dry them with Henry’s clothes?”

“I did. I hope that was alright.”

“Of course. I want you to make yourself at home here. I was thinking it might be nice to put up the Christmas tree tomorrow.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. I’m sure Henry loves doing that.”

“Oh yes, he really gets into it,” she laughed. “Although I’m sure you can’t imagine him getting excited about anything!”

Her sarcasm made him chuckle. “That’s one reason why I enjoy being with him so much. He’s enthusiastic about everything.”

“You clearly haven’t seen him do his chores.”

“Well, that’s true,” he agreed with a grin. “I suppose that’s typical for a kid.”

“Not just a kid. I hate doing chores, too.”

“You know,” he said, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into his lap, “I could think of much better things to talk about than chores.”

She adjusted herself so her knees were on either side of his hips, her hands on his shoulders and her forehead resting against his. “Like the fact that I love you?”

“Aye, that’s a much better subject,” he said, nuzzling her nose. They indulged in a long, slow kiss, while their hands roamed each other’s body. “I love you, too,” Killian murmured against her lips. In response, she deepened the kiss and adjusted her position, putting more pressure on his groin. “Swan…” he rasped.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom,” she whispered in his ear.

The tickling sensation and implication of her words served to increase his arousal. “I like that idea, Love.”

She kissed him one more time, then pushed herself off of him. Threading her fingers through his, she tugged him to his feet. As they quietly moved down the hall, Emma stopped outside Henry’s door, listening intently. Giving a nod, they continued into her bedroom and she closed the door behind them.

“He’s out for the night,” she commented.

“You can tell that just by listening for a few seconds?”

“He’s a mouth breather, a loud one. He probably needs to have his tonsils and adenoids removed, but up until now, I haven’t had a job with good insurance. I just haven’t taken him to the doctor yet.”

“What about Winston?”

“If he needs his tonsils and adenoids out, I’ll let you pay for it,” she teased.

“You’re hilarious, Swan,” he remarked, trying to look stern, but failing to keep the smile from taking over his face.

“Yeah, I know,” she smirked. “Winston has slept through the night since the first night we brought him home.”

“In that case,” Killian said, sauntering into her personal space, “I guess the night is ours.”

“I guess so,” she said, then nervously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

Tilting his head, he looked into her eyes for several seconds, then brushed some locks of blonde hair over her shoulder. “Emma, please don’t feel like we have to go ahead with this if you’re…”

“No, Killian,” she interrupted firmly. “I really want this, I’m just…out of practice, I guess.”

He put his hands on her waist and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Relax, Love. Just let things happen naturally, and if they don’t, then we sleep instead. No pressure, okay?”

“You know, the first time I saw you, I had to convince myself you were real. I was sure no one as handsome as you could actually exist. And now, you say something like that and I have to convince myself that you’re real all over again. I mean, when a guy’s girlfriend is offering them sex, how many would say it’s okay if it doesn’t happen?”

“Probably more than you think. I would hope there are more gentlemen than rogues out there.”

Emma thought about that for a few moments, before saying, “I should wash my face and brush my teeth. Why don’t you, um, get comfortable in here and I’ll go take care of that.”

He watched her leave the room, then ran his hands through his hair. He longed to show Emma how much he loved her, but the last thing he wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or pressured in any way. After stripping down to his navy blue boxers and white T-shirt, he sat on the bed to wait for her to return.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, she was quietly berating herself in the mirror. “You have this sweet, sexy, perfect boyfriend in your bedroom and you come running in here like a scared rabbit. What is wrong with you?” she asked her reflection. When she didn’t receive an answer, she sighed, tossed a washcloth into the sink and turned on the hot water.

After she finished in the bathroom and padded back to her room, she tapped lightly on the door before entering. Killian looked up at her from his seat on the bed, concern etched on his face. “Alright there, Swan?”

She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. I, um, I laid an extra toothbrush out for you if you wanted to, um, brush your teeth,” she stammered.

“Thank you, Love.” He stood up and slipped out the door.

Emma used the time to change out of her clothes and into a turquoise nightshirt that barely covered her underwear. She was standing in front of her dresser brushing her hair when she heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” she said, when it didn’t open right away.

As Killian entered, she saw his reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before he left the room; but now, she saw that he was utterly tantalizing in very little clothing. It made her mouth go dry, but at the same time, made all of her nervousness vanish.

Turning toward him, she saw the anticipation on his face and quickly crossed the space between them. Standing in front of him, she reached up and cupped his face, then pulled him down to connect their lips, trying to pour every ounce of her love into the kiss.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her snugly against himself. She’d been in his arms many times, but there were always more layers of clothing between them. Feeling his well-defined chest pressed against hers and his strong back under her roaming hands, she could feel her own body reacting.

Finally breaking the kiss, she said breathlessly, “I’m sorry for being so hesitant. I asked you to stay and then I let my nerves and insecurities get to me. It’s just that, in the past, people were always letting me down…”

“Let me assure you, Love,” he said, softly stroking the tips of his fingers over her cheek, “I don’t intend to let you down or hurt you in any way. You mean far too much to me to ever let that happen, trust me.”

Her eyes searched his, knowing she would see nothing but sincerity and love in them. “I do trust you,” she whispered. Taking his hands, she backed up until the backs of her knees hit the bed, then sat down and pulled him down beside her.

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“I’m yours,” she said. “Make love to me, Killian.”

Twisting his body, he embraced her, then rolled them until he was on top of her in the middle of the mattress. “As you wish,” he grinned.

They took their time undressing each other between impassioned kisses, their lips finding the skin that was revealed with every discarded article of clothing. Killian paid special attention to Emma’s bare breasts when he removed her shirt, his mouth and calloused fingers on the sensitive flesh making her body sizzle with desire.

When she pushed his boxers down his legs, her eyes widened as she took in the size of his manhood. Her hand wrapped around it, the smooth skin feeling like satin on her palm.

As she slowly stroked him, his fingers moved between her thighs, feeling the damp heat. She widened her legs as one finger made its way inside her. “Killiannn,” she whined.

“Does that feel good?” he murmured into her ear.

“Yesss…so good.”

“What you’re doing feels good to me, too,” he assured her. He pushed himself up to lean on one elbow, sweeping his eyes up and down her form. “Gods, Emma. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he praised. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

Her hands moved to his chest, fingers swirling through the generous dusting of hair. “So are you.” The fingers of one hand followed the dark trail of hair down his belly and between his legs to fondle his testicles, satisfied when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

They continued to explore, working one another up until both were panting and pleading. Killian took his time ensuring that Emma was prepared, using his fingers around and inside her opening to make her slick with arousal. At the same time, her attention to his cock and the way she scratched her fingernails over the skin of his chest and back made him the hardest he’d ever been.

As he sucked love marks into the soft skin of her breast and rubbed his thumb over her clit, she gasped, “Killian, I…I’m ready.”

He looked up at her through his long, dark lashes. Her skin was flushed, her tongue licking at her kiss-swollen lips. As his eyes connected with her lust-filled green ones, a rush of love and longing crashed over him. “I love you, Emma,” he said, moving up to seal the declaration with another kiss.

“I love you, too. So much,” she replied, running her fingers through his damp strands of hair. Then she shifted on the bed so he could settle between her thighs.

Holding himself above her on one elbow, he reached down to grasp his cock, rubbing it through her slick, wet folds, then slowly began pushing forward. His eyes scanned up her body to study her face, hoping to catch any sign of discomfort in her features. He halted his progress when he detected a slight grimace. “Does that hurt?” he asked.

“No, no,” she assured him. “It burns a little, but mostly it feels…amazing. Please don’t stop.”

He was happy to hear those words, because being only partially inside her felt incredible, and he yearned to keep going. Dropping his elbow down to the other side of her body, he pulled back a little, then pressed forward again, going deeper inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed in her warm, tight sheath.

Resting his head on her chest, he ground out, “Bloody hell, Emma. You feel fucking fantastic.”

She skimmed her hands through his hair. “It feels like you were made for me,” she whispered. Bending her knees, she pulled her feet up beside his hips and gave a slight thrust of her pelvis.

He got the hint and began rocking slowly, savoring every moan and gasp from her. Sensing that she had adjusted to his size, he pulled out until only his tip was still inside, then slid all the way back in with one stroke, gradually picking up the pace.

“Faster…deeper,” she begged.

He obliged, thrusting into her several times in quick succession. Her hips raised off the bed to meet him every time, while her fingers gripped his hair almost painfully.

“Killian, I can’t…I’m going to…”

“Let go, Love,” he encouraged, knowing she was right on the edge.

Throbbing heat and a sudden flood of wetness around his cock told him that she followed his command. She crossed her ankles behind his back, trying to pull him closer, while her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow.

He stilled within her, trying to delay his own climax. As good as it felt to have her pulsing around him, he didn’t want it to end so soon.

“T-top,” she mumbled.

“You want to be on top?”

“Mmhmm.”

After wrapping his arms around her, he carefully rolled them over. Emma planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, her knees tight against his hips. His hands gripped her forearms as she began lifting and lowering her pelvis, his cock sliding in, then almost out of her over and over again.

Killian was muttering a steady string of praises, telling her how perfect she was and how good she felt. Raising his head, his mouth found one of her nipples, alternately rolling his tongue over it and sucking hard. The effect caused her rhythm to stutter and she threw her head back, letting out a long, guttural moan of his name.

Feeling his release growing imminently closer, he started thrusting up into her. His hand moved down to find her clit, rubbing it roughly as he groaned, “Come again, Emma. Please come, Love. I…I can’t…”

With one final slide down on him, she did, shuddering and shaking as she cried out, “Yes! Yes, Killian!”

Watching her ecstasy, hearing her shouts and feeling her pulse around him brought him to his peak, too. He jerked and spasmed, spurting hot streams of cum inside her.

When she collapsed on top of him several moments later, he held her close, murmuring words of adoration into her hair. Gradually, their breathing and heart rates returned to normal, and Killian groped around the bed, finding the blanket and pulling it over the top of them.

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Emma sighed happily, pressing kisses to his throat and collarbone. “That was amazing! I know it’s been a while, but I don’t remember sex ever being that good.”

“Well, that’s because you’ve never done it with me before,” he chuckled. Hearing her hum of agreement, he added, “It’s never been like that for me, either. Then again, I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. I think that’s what made it so much more intense and meaningful.”

She lifted her head and rested her chin on his sternum, looking into his face. “I’m sure you’re right about that. I’m very glad we decided to take this next step. I feel like we’re more closely connected now.” She wiggled her hips, causing his softening length to shift inside her. “In more ways than one.”

He grinned and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears. “Meeting you and Henry is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Leaning forward, she kissed him; a slow, tender kiss that communicated her feelings more than words ever could. They cuddled a while longer before Emma slipped her shirt back on and went to the bathroom to clean up, bringing a warm washcloth back so Killian could do the same. After he put his boxers on and visited the bathroom himself, they burrowed under the covers, intertwining themselves and sharing more kisses until they finally drifted off to sleep - content, sated and thoroughly in love.

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Emma awoke slowly the next morning, the smell of coffee tickling her nose. When her foggy brain remembered what happened the night before, she reached over to find the other side of the bed empty. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and stretched.

She felt pleasantly sore in all the right places and smiled when she remembered how she had awakened in the middle of the night to find Killian watching her sleep. The sliver of moonlight seeping in through the slight opening between the curtains illuminated his mischievous blue eyes. It was then she realized he had worked her shirt up above her breasts and was gently massaging them. Soon they were engaged in round two, finding more ways to bring pleasure to one another.

Flinging back the blanket, she grabbed a robe out of her closet and put it on as she walked down the hall. She could hear Henry chattering before she reached the kitchen.

“...and after we play in the snow, we can play more games and watch movies and…”

“Slow down, lad,” she heard Killian say, his gruff morning voice sending shivers down her spine. “I think your mother has some plans for us today.”

“That’s right,” she said, joining them. “I think you’ll like what I have planned.” Peeking over Henry’s shoulder, she asked, “What are you eating, kid?”

“Killian made egg in a basket!” he said excitedly. “It’s really good and he told me he would teach you how to make it too, if you want.”

“Is that so?” she asked, passing behind the ‘chef’ and discreetly pinching his side.

“Bad form, Swan,” he chided playfully. “And to think I made coffee and breakfast for you.”

“Sorry,” she said, stretching to her tiptoes to kiss the underside of his scruffy jaw. He turned so her next kiss was to his lips.

“You guys are being gross,” Henry complained, making the couple laugh. “So what are we doing today, Mom?”

She poured herself a mug of coffee, splashed some creamer into it, then leaned against the counter to take a sip before answering, “I thought we would put up the Christmas tree and decorate it. How does that sound?”

“YAY!” Henry shouted. Winston started barking from where he lay under the table.

“Winston, enough!” Killian commanded and the dog quieted immediately.

“Good morning, sweet boy,” Emma said, bending down to ruffle his ears. “I didn’t see you under there.” Straightening up, she asked her son, “Did you already feed him?”

Henry’s ears reddened. “Uh, no. I forgot.”

Emma gave him a stern look. “You know you’re supposed to feed your dog before you sit down to eat, young man.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, hopping out of his seat and going to the pantry where the dog’s food was stored.

“Apologize to Winston, not me.”

Henry scooped out the food and dumped it into Winston’s bowl. “I’m sorry, boy,” he said, as he set it down beside the refrigerator where the dog sat waiting.

Killian laughed as he watched Winston inhaling his food like he was afraid it was going to disappear. “I think he forgives you, lad.” Looking at Emma, he added, “I already put him outside to do his business. The snow is up to his belly, but he found a spot by the side of the house that wasn’t quite as deep.”

“How long have you been up?” she questioned.

Killian glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Almost an hour.”

“Wow, you’re a morning person. It usually takes me half-an-hour just to pry my eyes open and get out of bed, especially on a Saturday.”

“Well, you know what they say - opposites attract,” he said, setting a plate of food in front of her and sitting down beside her with his own.

As they began to eat, Henry returned to the table and asked, “When are we gonna put up the tree, Mom?”

“You can help decide. Do you want to do it before or after we play in the snow?”

He thought for a second. “Let’s go outside first. Can we bake gingerbread cookies like we did last year, when we decorated the tree?”

“I’m afraid not. We don’t have the necessary ingredients for that kind of cookie.”

Seeing Henry’s disappointed look, Killian said, “I know a good recipe for sugar cookies. Do you like that kind? I know your mother has all the ingredients for them.”

Henry perked up again. “Yeah! Can we decorate them? We have sprinkles left from when you tried to make cupcakes for Avery’s birthday, remember?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of that fiasco,” Emma groaned, making Henry giggle.

Killian looked between the two of them. “Why was it a fiasco?”

She covered her face with her hands as she answered, “I forgot the baking powder.”

“Do you mean to say,” he began, trying to contain his laughter, “that you baked cupcakes and didn’t put any baking powder in them?”

Dropping her hands, she replied indignantly, “Hey, it happens to the best of us. I’ve seen episodes of the Great British Baking Show where the bakers forget to put in key ingredients.”

“Point taken. Did you take the cupcakes to the party?”

“Are you kidding? They looked like hockey pucks! Of course I didn’t take them to the party.”

Killian laughed heartily, while Emma tried and failed to give him a reproving look. Instead, she dissolved into laughter, too.

“Mom picked up cupcakes at the grocery on the way to the party,” Henry said, then shoved another bite of food into his mouth.

“Well, I promised to bring them, so I had to do something.”

“Very resourceful, Swan.”

By the end of breakfast, they had the day’s schedule worked out. They played in the snow as soon as they were all dressed, then drank hot chocolate and baked cookies. While waiting for the cookies to be cool enough to ice and decorate, Henry and Killian brought the small artificial tree in from the garage.

As they were setting it up, Emma explained, “Henry wants to have a live tree, but I told him he needs to be a little older, because I don’t think I could get one unloaded and set up by myself.”

“Ah, well, if it weren’t for the fact we’re snowed in today, I could have helped you with that,” Killian said. “Perhaps next year.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “I hope we’ll still be together by then.”

He pulled her against him, wrapping her in his warm embrace. “I have every confidence we will, Love.”

The day was the most fun any of them could remember. They decorated cookies and the tree while listening to Christmas music, played some board games, then watched two Christmas movies with only the lights from the tree and television illuminating the living room. Killian sat on the couch between Emma and Henry, both of whom were snuggled close to his side.

Emma and Killian shared many affectionate caresses and kisses throughout the day, unable to keep from touching each other. That evening, after Henry and Winston were in bed, they spooned on the sofa, quietly discussing plans for the next day, Christmas and New Years Eve.

Both of them were hopeful and excited about their future together.

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Eight Months Later

“Great pass, Nicholas!” Killian shouted, running along the sidelines to coach his players. “Keep it under control, Grace! Get open, Henry! There he is! Pass it, Grace!”

As Henry’s kick sent the soccer ball flying into the goal, Emma leaped from her seat with a cheer, causing Winston to jump up and start barking. Everyone around them laughed, used to the excitable black dog who was always at the games to watch his young master.

When the game ended, Killian’s team was victorious for the third week in a row. Henry shook hands with the other team, then sprinted over to his mom and Winston.

“Good game, kid!” Emma exclaimed, returning his hug. “Your team is doing great this year.”

“That’s because we have the best coach in the whole world!” he beamed, taking Winston’s leash from her as the dog jumped around him enthusiastically.

Emma watched Killian gather his clipboard and Henry’s water bottle. Several parents approached him to offer their words of appreciation, and she smiled as he humbly accepted them.

He really was too good to be true, except that he absolutely was…and he was hers.

She turned to fold up her lawn chair and collect Winston’s favorite ducky toy, and soon felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind.

“Congratulations, coach,” she said, twisting in his arms to kiss him.

“Thank you, Love. The team is really starting to gel, don’t you think?”

“That’s because, as Henry just said, they have the best coach in the world.”

“He said that?” Killian asked, rubbing self-consciously behind his ear.

“Yeah, and I agree. They love playing for you, Babe.”

“Well, they’re fun to coach. I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“Pfft,” Emma scoffed. “I’m not the one who did it. It was that nine-year-old con artist who lives with us.”

“He can be quite persuasive,” he conceded. “Takes after his mother.”

“Hey!” she said, lightly slapping his chest. “I never talk you into doing things you don’t want to do.”

“That’s very true,” he murmured into her ear. “I’m always up for what you want me to do.”

She giggled and engaged him in another kiss, only to be interrupted by a loud, exasperated, “Mom! Killian! You guys are embarrassing!”

They broke apart with a laugh. “Sorry, kid,” Emma said, not sounding one bit apologetic. “Ready to go home?”

“Actually, Henry and I thought it might be fun to go to the nature preserve this morning,” Killian said. “Is that alright with you, Swan?”

“Sounds good to me. I’m glad I wore sneakers instead of sandals.”

They headed to the car and were soon on their way to the preserve. Emma noticed Killian shifting in his seat and nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Oh, um, aye. Just working out some energy left over from the game.”

She studied him for several more moments, then shrugged slightly and turned to ask Henry what he wanted for lunch when they got home, later.

There were several cars in the main parking lot at the preserve, so Killian kept driving until they reached a more remote section. Winston always got distracted if there were too many people around, so they tried to stick to the paths that weren’t likely to be as busy.

Once they found a place to park and were out of the car, Henry and Winston started along the path that led into the woods. Emma and Killian trailed behind, falling into easy conversation, as always. Their current topic was Belle and Liam, who were due to return from their honeymoon the following day. Despite being wed at the beginning of June, the couple waited to go on their trip until August, because Liam could get airline tickets for a much better price late in the summer.

“Bloody wanker, always after a discount,” Killian grumbled, not for the first time. “Even for his honeymoon!”

“Belle didn’t seem to mind,” Emma pointed out. “She was excited because the best time to see Beluga Whales in Alaska is during the month of August. I hope they were able to see some.”

“Aye, me too. That’s probably the reason Liam booked it for this month, anyway. He just wants to make everyone think he’s a miser.”

Emma wrapped her arm around his more tightly and leaned into him. “I definitely got the better brother,” she stated playfully.

“That you did, Love,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple.

After hiking for twenty minutes, they came to their favorite spot on the path - a small fishing pond surrounded by tall, reedy grass and cattails. Henry and Winston started exploring the perimeter of the water, in search of frogs. Ever since finding one at this pond earlier in the summer, they were determined to find another.

“Care to sit down for a bit, Love?” Killian asked, indicating a wooden bench.

“Yeah. I’m sure the two of them will want to stay here a while.”

They sat together in comfortable silence, listening to the chirping of birds and buzz of insects. Finally, Killian turned to her and said, “We’ve known each other for almost a year now, haven’t we?”

“We met in September, so it’ll be a year next month.”

“It’s been the best year of my life.”

“Mmhmm. Mine, too. Especially these last three months when you officially moved in with us.”

“Well, I did have to live somewhere, since the lease on my apartment was up,” he teased.

“Oh, so now the truth comes out,” she shot back with a giggle.

“Aye,” he sighed dramatically. “I only love you for your house.”

“You’re so full of it, Jones,” she said, elbowing him in the side.

He leaned back and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side, both of them watching Henry and Winston chasing what looked like a dragonfly.

“Those two are something else,” she remarked.

“They’re both good boys. I’m very lucky to be part of their lives.”

Emma hummed. “We’re all very lucky to have you in our lives.”

After another lengthy pause, he murmured, “I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too.”

He slipped from his seat and knelt in front of her. “Enough to marry me?” he asked, looking up into her eyes, widened in surprise.

“Killian…wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.

“Isn’t it obvious, Love? I’m proposing. But I guess I’ve forgotten something, haven’t I?” Unbuttoning the pocket on the side of his cargo shorts, he reached in and withdrew a diamond solitaire ring, holding it up between them. “Emma, we may have met because of a mistake, but I don’t think of it that way. I’m convinced it was God’s plan for us to meet in just the right place at exactly the right time. You, Henry and Winston are the center of my world and that’s where I want you to be for the rest of my life. So, Emma Swan, will you marry me?”

She brushed at the tears trickling down her cheeks as a huge smile crossed her face. “Yes, Killian! Of course I’ll marry you!”

He took her trembling hand in his and slid the ring into place. Then he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her hair, eyes, cheeks, and finally, her lips, salty with her tears.

Their celebration was cut short when Henry asked, “Did she say yes?”

Both of them dissolved into laughter. He was notorious for interrupting them when they were kissing, whether out of disgust or because he was simply oblivious.

“Aye, lad. She did,” Killian answered.

“Wait, you were in on this?” Emma asked her son.

“Yeah. Last night, Killian asked me if it was okay for him to marry you. I said it was, so that’s why we decided to come here after the game today - so he could oppose.”

“Propose,” Killian corrected, as Emma laughed.

Henry shrugged. “Whatever. So you’re getting married? We’re gonna be a real family?” His excitement grew as he realized what it all meant.

“Yeah, kid. We’ll officially become a family. What do you think about that?”

It wasn’t a surprise to either of them that his answer was a loud, “YAY!” while Winston barked his approval, too.

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Emma and Killian were married sixteen months later, the day before the second anniversary of when they first declared their love for each other. Fortunately, there was no snowstorm on their wedding day.

Henry proudly walked his mother down the aisle to meet Killian at the altar. The boy shook his soon-to-be stepfather’s hand, then nearly tackled him in a hug, before taking his place beside Liam.

The ceremony was beautiful and perfect, which in Killian’s mind, matched his bride. Everyone had a wonderful time at the reception afterwards, celebrating the couple with food and dancing. Liam’s best man speech caused Killian’s face to turn red with embarrassment, as everyone else’s turned red with laughter.

The traditional father/daughter dance was replaced with a mother/son dance instead. As the two most important people in his life moved in small circles in the middle of the floor to the song “How Long Will I Love You?”, Killian repeatedly swallowed past the lump in his throat and wiped away a stray tear or two.

While the newlyweds enjoyed a honeymoon in a tropical climate, Henry and Winston stayed with Belle and Liam. The boy and his dog slept in the spare bedroom that was in the process of being turned into a nursery for Henry’s future cousin, due to arrive in two months.

Emma and Killian purchased a larger house, two blocks from the Storybrooke harbor, six months after their wedding. While they were signing the final legal papers for the sale, they were beginning another legal process.

One morning in October, Henry came into the kitchen and gave Winston an extra helping of food in celebration of their pet’s ‘gotcha day’. Sitting down at the table, he was excited to find his favorite breakfast of French toast with bacon on his plate, and folded pieces of paper beside it.

After drowning his food in maple syrup and taking a huge bite, he picked up the papers and asked, “What are these?”

“Open them and see,” Emma said, her face glowing with excitement as she met Killian’s eyes across the table.

Henry did as he was told, scanning the page until he realized that the first one was a certificate of adoption. His eyes shot up to land on Killian. “Does this mean you’re officially my dad?”

“Aye, lad, I’m legally your father. I signed the final papers a couple of weeks ago. We’ve just been waiting for that other paper to arrive before we told you.”

Henry slid the second paper out from underneath the first, his eyes widening even more. “It says Henry Andrew Jones. Is that really my name now?”

“Yeah, kid,” Emma answered. “That’s your new birth certificate and it names Killian as your father. What do you think?”

In answer, he jumped out of his chair and ran around the table to fly into Killian’s waiting arms. “I think it’s the best day of my life!” he exclaimed. “I love you, Dad!”

“I love you, too, my boy,” Killian replied, a slight catch in his voice at hearing Henry call him that title for the very first time.

Henry turned to give Emma a hug, also. “It’s pretty cool that Winston and I both have the same ‘gotcha day’,” he said.

His parents laughed. “I didn’t think about that,” Emma admitted.

That Christmas, their friends and family received a card which included a picture of Henry, Emma, Killian and Winston in front of their decorated, live Christmas tree. It was signed:

Happy Holidays! With love from the Jones family.

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Thank you so very much for reading!

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i love sugar crush! would you be able to do a drabble where they maybe go out on a date or just hang out and m/cs really shy around him? i can imagine her accidentally letting her tail wag when he gets near her or when their hands touch when they’re walking and him just teasing her about it! so cute!

"I'm still so sorry I couldn't come sooner." Jungkook apologizes, taking off his shoes. "I swear it came out of nowhere-"

"You're allowed to have dates, no worries.." you mumble to yourself, walking into your apartment that's mostly only lit by a scented candle on the table and the TV paused on a random video you've been watching.

"It wasn't a date." He chuckles, sitting down next to you. "As weird as that would be, to go on a date with my mom." He chuckles, and your ears droop in shame. "Dont look like that, I think it's cute. All protective already." He teases, running his hand over your head, and you're ready to complain-

Until his fingers reach one of your floppy ears, scratching the velvety fur, your tail unable to stay still as it begins to wag, hitting the pillows behind you.

He just watches for a moment, and you lean in closer, almost dropping to lay over his lap-

But much to his disappointment, you do not. "Wait, do you wanna eat something?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, leaning back into the pillows on your couch rather, before patting his thighs.

"Nop, right now I'd just like to continue petting this cute dog." He teases.

"But that's boring.." you argue softly, even if his invitation is very much tempting.

"Absolutely not." The wolf denies. "I promise. Now come here." He pulls you a little, and at that, you cave in and get comfortable with him, your tail continuing to wag tirelessly while he holds you, only ever stopping when you both fall asleep-

Though he doesn't forget to blow out the candle on the table, TV having long turned off by itself.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 1 year

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What Would They Think?: Vergil X G/N Reader

SUMMARY: The both of you are lying together in bed; however, Vergil can't sleep. As he sits there with only his thoughts to keep him company, his mind wanders aimlessly until he finds himself thinking about his parents--or rather, what his Father and Mother would have thought of you.

BEGINNING NOTES: G/N reader. Pre-established relationship 🌻🌻🌻 >I don’t know but I wanted some sappy fluffy(?) Vergil. Also, in this he is wearing the outfit I referenced in his H/Cs (linked here)--so that’s how he has a tie lmao >Since Sparda doesn't exactly have a cannon personality, I tried to figure out how I wanted him to sound--forgive me if it is rough. Just to be clear: Sparda is NOT hitting on the reader--you’ll know what I mean when you see it. It is an old-fashioned way of showing respect and stuff, not romantic. >Also, I come from a family that (used to) hug a lot so there is hugging between family members--I know that some folks don’t hug much so I thought I would add a note about it lol.

Warm. A comforting feeling you had gotten used to when sleeping. The snug feeling of toned arms wrapped around you; the sounds of light purring and breathing, only added to the cozy space. It was strange how someone so stoic and curt could be reposeful with you. He brought you peace and you brought him the same: keeping at bay his insomnia and nightmares.

Tonight, however, the man of your affections lay awake staring at your sleeping form. He ran one of his hands gently up your arm then lightly pet your head. Vergil involuntarily shook ever so slightly, fearing that he would wake you or that, perhaps, you would fade from his arms like a dream.

Thoughts like that made him feel foolish. Here you were laying happily on his chest and he couldn’t shake the fear of this not being real; that all this is just a desperate daydream from a man trapped in his Hellscape of a mind. A gust of wind would come through and you’d be gone and he’d be back in the Underworld, alone. No one in their right mind would lay with him this way, not after what he’s done; and yet, here you are. Completely unaware of the world around you, enveloped in his arms; trusting him not to harm you as he has to so many others.

A slow steady breath left Vergil’s body as he pushed those thoughts away: not wanting to dwell on such depressing thoughts. He allowed his eyes to close and relaxed his body the best he could. Mindlessly his brain wandered through many different topics, unable to rest. Eventually, his mind ended up on the topic of his family--or rather, his parents.

“I wonder,” Vergil thought, “What would Father and Mother think of you?”

He scoffed at his thoughts, how stupid a question. They are dead. Gone. Never coming back. So, why would he think about something that can never happen?

Despite this, Vergil couldn’t help but entertain the idea, “Father would be surprised that I did not wed Nero’s mother; not taking her hand despite what happened. However, your excitement to learn about him and the history of Hell would surpass that sore point.”

The eldest son smiled, “You interacting with Father… that would be a sight to see--you already find Dante and me intimidating. The look you’d give me upon seeing him. You would've hid behind my coattails upon meeting Sparda--would he have found it as amusing as I?”

He indulged himself further as his smile widened, letting his mind picture things. What life could have been if not for that one day, if not for his arrogance as a young man, if not for his time apart from himself; if life had been normal.

It was mid-December. His parents had invited you both to their home for the holidays. Although you had been dating for quite some time, it would be the first time that Vergil had brought you home with him.

Upon arriving, you commented on the size of the home, “I knew that you were well off, but this is much more than I expected…”

Vergil laughed, “It is even better inside, I assure you.”

The both of you entered the house. It was cozy; a gentle smell of firewood with undertones of cinnamon adorned the air. There were cute holiday decorations all around: Eva must have decorated with Nero and Dante already. A loud thud of boots drew both of you out of your thoughts; in front of you, stood Dante--who jumped off the stairs and down onto the foyer’s wooden floor.

The youngest brother wasted no time in squeezing his twin in a large bear hug; which, Vergil protested quite loudly by shoving Dante off of him. A warm smile found its way to your face as you watched the pair. Even though it had only been a week since Dante had seen Vergil, he always acted as if it has been decades since they had been together.

You noticed Nero come out from the doorway on the right--wearing a God-awfulsweater. He had his phone out and took a picture of the unknowing brother’s reunion embrace.

Nero pocketed his phone, “Glad you two made it,” he stepped further into the room, “was worried you got lost or something.”

Vergil, finally free from Dante’s grasp, shook his head and sighed, “Our flight was delayed, forgive us for our untimely arrival.”

Nero laughed, “I ain’t the one who needs to hear that--swear Grams was gonna have Gramps start a search party to find you two.”

Finding that Eva was so worried about Vergil made you bite your lip to stifle a laugh. Dante, however, decided to help you further by turning his attention to you; giving you the same bear hug he gave Vergil.

You swear you could hear every joint in your body crack from his grip, “Too-- Tight--”

Dante loosened his grip slightly; still making sure to constrain you--his signature way of showing platonic affection, “Whoops, sorry; forgot you ain’t like us.”

Although your grip wasn’t anywhere near as hard as his: you squeezed as hard as you could back, “ It’s alright--nice to see you too, Dante.”

You could feel Vergil seething upon seeing Dante so close to you; however, before Vergil could bark at Dante, Eva walked out and stood by Nero.

She was finely dressed in a dark--almost black--red dress with a snowy white-blue shawl draped around her shoulders. Her golden hair had begun to grey in the middle--a reminder that she was just as human as you.

She walked over to Vergil and gave him a warm hug, rubbing small circles on his back, “I was worried you weren’t coming--”

“I wouldn’t dare break my word,” Vergil leaned into the hug as he felt pangs of a happy sad feeling pull at his heart, “It is good to see you, Mother. Have you been keeping well?”

“Yes, even better now that you are here,” Eva leaned back, her eyes creased at the edges as she smiled.

Vergil widely smirked; he turned and stuck out his hand, asking for you to come over to him. You left Dante’s hug and grabbed the eldest twin’s hand, sheepishly coming to stand next to him.

“Mother, this is my partner,” Vergil took on a strangely shy tone, “The one I have been telling you and Father about.”

Eva smiled opening her arms for a hug, which you did not object to, “It is good to meet you, Vergil has told us much about you,” although you knew she was being nice--you couldn’t help but freeze a bit at what she said, “You make him quite happy, you know?”

“M-Mother..!” Vergil’s face was bright red with embarrassment as he stiffened his posture.

Eva let go of the embrace, “It’s true Vergil--you have been much better since they came around.”

Vergil sputtered, trying to find a response. Nero and Dante were both laughing at him; only adding to his inability to think.

A loud voice called from the landing on the staircase, gathering everyone’s attention, “Vergil, my boy, I’m glad you made it.”

The man began to descend the rest of the stairs; it was Vergil’s father, Sparda. You swallowed hard and, unknowingly, began to move back a bit.

If you looked up the word “ Intimidating ” in the dictionary, you’d find his picture: he was around 7 feet tall (2.13 m) and wore very fine dark-velvet clothing. Upon his face sat a brass monocle which helped emphasize his piercing blue-eyed stare. Although he was much older than anyone else present; he didn’t look older than his late 30s. His hair was slicked back (just like Vergil keeps his, you noted) and you realized that the twins were spitting images of their father.

“Father,” Vergil formally bowed his head.

Sparda stood in front of his eldest son with a raised brow, “What’s with such formalities? You are here on holiday, are you not?”

“I am, however, I thought it best to--”

Without letting Vergil finish, Sparda pulled his son into a large bear hug--just like Dante did earlier. Unlike Dante’s hug, however; Vergil allowed his father to clasp him tightly and even reciprocated by lightly wrapping his arms around the large man.

After a few moments, Sparda broke the hug and held Vergil by his shoulders, “You look good; your partner must be treating you well.”

Dante busted out laughing once more. Nero snorted trying to hold back from laughing at his father’s wide-eyed red-faced expression. You also had gone quite red in the face at the comment.

Sparda’s gaze found its way to you; who had backed up to stand a few feet behind Vergil. He let go of his son and walked over to you. His stature was beyond impressive; his height alone made you feel minuscule. What happened, however, left you abashed.

Sparda, Vergil’s father, The Legendary Dark Knight was kneeling in front of you. His hand was outstretched asking for one of your own. Curiously, you obliged putting forth one of your hands. He grabbed it and gently kissed your hand. It was clear by your expression alone you were confused and very embarrassed at such a motion; especially since, in every regard, Sparda is of a much higher “respect” than yourself.

“It gives me great pleasure to welcome you into our home,” he stood back up, “Vergil has told us much about you. You seem to keep my son on his toes, not an easy feat--I assure you.” his voice reminds you of Vergil’s, but less sharp; more smooth like Dante’s (It is truly bizarre how much the boys really are just their father split in twain), “Finally having a face to the name of Vergil’s affections is quite nice.”

You had no response--what could you say? It blindsided you how overly cordial Sparda was being: Here you thought Vergil was overly formal, especially when you first met, but his father blows that out of the water.

“Sparda, dearest,” Eva broke the silence, “Perhaps you are being a bit too formal with Vergil’s lover?”

The behemoth of a man turned to his petite wife, “Hm? Oh--” he turned back to you smiling, “Forgive me, it has been quite some time since a new person has entered our home; let alone a partner of my son's. I have not upset you, have I?”

You shook your head and sheepishly mumbled, “No, I don’t mind--just didn’t expect it.”

A loud bang came from the doorway behind Eva and Nero; Nero pivoted quickly as Eva followed.

Dante jogged following the pair, “My damned fuckin’ dog--”

Sparda laughed and shook his head; addressing both Vergil and you, “Your room is ready upstairs--it is your old bedroom. Once settled, please join us downstairs it is nearly supper time,”

“Of course. Thank you, Father.” Vergil nodded and with that Sparda headed through the door that everyone else had gone.

You followed Vergil upstairs, your bags in hand. The house was huge inside and was easy to get lost in so you made sure to stick close to your lover. Once in the room, Vergil shut the door behind you both; letting out a sigh.

“You will have to forgive Father, he is old-fashioned that way,” Vergil turned towards you making his way over.

Sitting on the edge of the neatly made bed, you looked up at your boyfriend who was now in front of you, “It’s okay--was kinda nice, if I’m honest. Reminds me of how you were when we first met.”

Vergil laughed and leaned down towards you, hugging you--rather awkwardly due to the position, “They both seem to like you very much. Do you--” he pursed his lips, “What do you think of them--if you do not mind me asking?”

A loving smile appeared on your face, “They seem very nice; you are a lot like your father. Given’--” you pushed back on him slightly so you could look into his eyes, “I am glad you aren’t so damn tall.”

Vergil rolled his eyes slightly and leaned in giving you a gentle kiss. He felt your hands wander over his body. A tug on his tie pulled him closer to the kiss; both of you pushed against each other, each kiss filled with a sweet loving feeling.

If Vergil were to die right here and now, he would die the happiest man on Earth--or in any other place that may exist. You both shared a laugh--life couldn’t get better than this.

“--Vergil?” a voice pulled him from his utopian dream state.

Brought back to reality, Vergil looked at you in confusion. You were wide awake, sitting up, grasping Vergil’s shoulder intensely.

“What-?” Vergil’s voice cracked, and that’s when he realized what had happened: he had been crying. His face was damp, his skin clammy, and his pulse was racing.

You removed your grip on his shoulder and firmly grabbed one of his hands, “You started moving around a lot and I got worried when you wouldn’t wake up…”

His eyes softly examined your face; you were wide-eyed and had a look of distress. He felt guilty that he woke you and made you worry, “I am alright love. It is nothing to worry about,” Vergil squeezed your hand trying to show his sincerity.

“You sure?” your thumb mindlessly began to glide over his fingers and knuckles, “I won’t push you to talk but,” the two of you tenderly locked eyes, “if you want, you can tell me Vergil--you know I am always here for you.”

A pang of sadness twinged at his heart; he knows that you mean it and yet, he was hesitant. It wasn’t the first time that something like this has happened; night terrors are nothing new for the eldest twin, however, this wasn’t a nightmare. Rather, a sad dream of what can never be.

Swallowing his fear, Vergil closed his eyes and took a slow shaky breath, “Okay,” he sat up fully and you followed suit, “It was about you-- or us-- or,” he stumbled over his thoughts slightly agitating him, “about my parents…”

Upon seeing his growing frustration; you sat close to him and intertwined your arm with his, holding his hand again.

Your touch grounded Vergil’s mind a bit, allowing him to continue, “It was about my parents… meeting you,” he felt a lump begin to form in his throat, “It is foolish, I know; however, I do wish you had met them,” Vergil forced the sad feeling back down by closing his eyes as hard as he could and letting the crown of his head hit the headboard, “They would have loved you--you would have liked them too, I feel. It-- It is a trivial thing to cry over, I know,” he opened his eyes staring at the foot of the bed his voice not much louder than a whisper, “Sorry, I did not mean to wake you.”

“Vergil,” you leaned into his shoulder, “don’t apologize--there’s no need to…” you gently placed your other hand on top of his--holding his between both, “What you’ve been through, especially with your family life, is far from normal and,” you could feel him staring down at you; however, you just continued to look at his hands, “it’s okay to cry and be upset--to mourn what you have lost. It’s okay to be sad over things like that, okay?”

You heard his breathing hitch; you knew he had started to cry again. This was the first time Vergil had ever mentioned his parents in this way--only ever telling the stories of his Father’s glory days and such. If you acknowledged it, Vergil would stop and freeze up again; so, you just gently rubbed his hand and sat with him.

A few minutes passed as your lover’s breathing calmed into a normal state. You heard him take a slow shuttering breath as he attempted to re-ground himself.

“Vergil,” your voice was meek and you pushed your head slightly harder into his shoulder, “Can- can I ask you something?”

He moved his head and placed it upon yours, “I don’t see why not.” his voice was a little hoarse but it confirmed to you that he had stopped crying.

“What were they like?”

“Who?”

“Your parents; Eva and Sparda… If you don’t want to talk about them that’s okay, I just was curious.”

He exhaled audibly through his nose and smiled, “They were…” he leaned his cheek on the top of your head and looked down at your hands, “They were complete opposites and, yet, they were seemingly made for each other,” his voice trailed off as his hand tightened around yours, “Father and Mother did well raising Dante and me, for the eight or so years…”

You felt the sadness in Vergil’s voice; to be so young and to have no one but yourself, you couldn’t imagine the pain that he had endured--not to mention everything else that had happened.

Vergil continued, “Father was similar to Dante; however, he was more mature and less brain-dead.”

You tried to hold back a chortle at the sudden jab at Dante but were unable to.

“It is semi-ironic,” Vergil stopped leaning on your head as he sat back up straight, “Dante is like our Father: and V was much like my mother.”

Sensing Vergil’s mood beginning to shift to a lighter one, you raised a brow, “So… Eva was an emo poet?”

Vergil looked over at you and scrunched his face in thought, “Perhaps, in some regard; she did marry and start a family with a devil. However,” your eyes met his own, “she was very much a gentle soul with a burning fire behind her convictions in life… and she also liked cats.”

You laughed but stopped upon seeing Vergil’s emotionless expression, “What?”

“When explaining it like that,” he broke eye contact and looked down as a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, “I suppose you have met both of them, in some regard.”

“And I enjoyed interacting with both; although,” you took one hand and set it on his cheek, “if that’s how you’d describe your Mother--I think all of you fit that description just fine. You are a very gentle and kind man; well, at least to me anyway.”

Vergil let out a breath of amusement and leaned into your hand, looking you in the eyes, “Only for you, my love…” he kissed your palm meekly and whispered into it, “Maybe I am more like my parents than I thought.”

You giggled in response--and at the feeling of him slightly tickling your palm with his breath. His eyes moved to yours again: they were filled with a coy-loving softness that he only could or would allow you to see.

Vergil and you exchanged sweet nothings as you slowly laid back down for the night. Deep down he knew that you were the right choice; he may not believe in fate or soul mates but you make him want to. Vergil held you as tightly and as close as he could as he drifted back to sleep knowing that he will never be alone again.

ENDING NOTES: Won't lie--I had a hard time finding how to end this, so sorry if it is kind of abrupt lol 🌻🌻🌻 The next story I have (almost) done is going to be another Vergil sappy story thing… So stay tuned for that! (It's a doozy) 🌻🌻🌻 Figured maybe I should share this here since I haven't posted much. Hope y'all like it! Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments; I am still relatively new to Tumblr so I am still getting a grasp on things lol

If you like this please consider checking this on my AO3. There are extra chapters and my H/Cs over there, so please consider checking them out! Comments, Likes/Kudos, and shares are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading!! :)))

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hellavile · 1 year

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can u describe how u envision eren in full detail? reading ur answer to the other ask has me curious 🤭

okay here we go! ima go into depths about how i see him in my head + how he is in all the fics i write for him. firstly, i always always say that vinnie hacker reminds me of eren a lot and idk why. i think it’s mostly his face structure and hair. eren, to me in my head has black hair. like jet black. i usually just say his hair is brown in my fics bc then ppl will be coming to me saying ‘but his hair isn’t black it’s brown’ like duh ik that. dropping photo references bc i’m constructing a collage for him still.

so, based off hair looks: jet black with some curls. usually does still style it in his usual bun with the two strands in front. hair isn’t super curly, he has little ringlets. or he just wears it straight down.

as far as tattoos go, eren in fact has a LOT of tats. he has a full sleeve on his right arm. a tat across his neck that says ‘bite me’ which is my favorite <3. a few on his abdomen, chest, hips etc. piercings as well which include a diamond stud on his right ear and on the right side of his nose. he plans on getting more :)

body type is somewhat of how he is in the anime but slightly bulkier. i like how he looks in season 4 a lot lmao. also he’s 6’6 !

bonus; eren’s style. obviously he wears mostly neutral toned colors. black and gray are his favorites tho. he’s very casual. wears a lot of skinny jeans, sweatpants, or cargos. likes plain tees a lot, tends to throw leather or varsity jackets etc over them. spruces up his look with graphic tees if he can find vintage ones at a thrift store. bands & nascar for the win! sneaker head so he always has something new in that closet! loves the 550 new balances or low dunks + skater vans. wears a lot of necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings. sometimes watches if there’s a special occasion like a date or whatever. likes bandanas cs he thinks they make him look badass. will toss on a beanie or snapback randomly. hoodie lover.

extra bonus: the car he drives is a black nissan r34 gtr. his favorite hobbies + things to do are going for long drives, skateboarding, listening to music, cooking breakfast as a love language, cuddles, forehead kisses reciprocated, giving love bites, holding hands, fixing cars, playing his guitar, playing football, drawing cartoon characters 90s style, collecting vinyls, thrifting, eating, gun range cs he thinks he’s in a video game when a weapon is in his possession, chewing gum, being cocky, petting saturn, getting up early to exercise, maintaining a healthy diet when he’s in a good mood but is quick to order take out or boil a pack of ramen, horror movies, kissing, having sex lmao, hygienic … and lots more :)

#☆. eren #aot #eren yeager #moral of the story is he’s my man 😌🤍#☆. 𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖊.

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hxltic · 1 year

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HOW YOU MET OSAMU MIYA

Genre: fluff

Warnings: I never actually write fluff have mercy, female reader, lol tits

repost cs I forgot tags on the other one LOL!

His favorite thing about you immediately was your face and it has been since your first date. The day he cooked for you and sat you down for a beautiful dim-light dinner, under the high roof of his own restaurant, Onigiri Miya. That’s exactly how you met. Your date there had actually bailed on you, but your reservation was for 8:30; so you sat approximately for an hour and a half. It wasn’t long until one of Osamu’s employees anxiously eyed you near closing time and informed their boss of your situation.

Of course he had noticed you every now and then, sitting so gorgeously—but observing your watching gradually worsen secretly tugged at his heart. He even wondered who could possibly stand you up. Look at you; the one who did couldn’t have been anywhere close to what you needed. What he could provide.

He ordered his head waitress to lead you up to the main booth. While you were wiping the small tears rolling leisurely down your face, the chef turned on the flat top grill once more. He had just turned it off before thinking of what he could do for you in attempts to raise your spirits. He was leaned up against the counter in thought, the other exiting chef even asking him if he was okay—to which he responded he was alright to leave and go home. With the first-hand view of Osamu doing what he does best, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested. He also distracted you easily (because you were the only two in the restaurant), and the sound of his knives clanking as he cooked personally for you definitely raised the mood. He was so skilled. His hands moved as if it was pure muscle memory and no measurements were actually taken.

He did this as well as talking to you, asking where you saw yourself and general things like your family. He asked about accomplishments as small as a promotion, and even asked about things that didn’t go so well. You literally told him about how your package didn’t arrive on time. He didn’t care; tell whatever you wanna tell. He didn’t care, like how you travel completely off topic. He didn’t care, anything to keep your mind occupied. The gentle aroma of the food and his sweet words flowed right through you like it was pure dopamine. Not wanting to scare you off, he held off on pet names…though he accidentally let one slip: beautiful. You felt wanted, worshipped even. Nobody has treated you the way he has in a few hours (especially with your extremely high expectations) and you never want it to stop. He was assertive, but you knew he would get on one knee for you in a second. He reached the expectations. He had you hooked around his finger, the earlier incident already forgotten.

Little did you know, it was the complete opposite. In this short time he learned you. Osamu already had issues sleeping (with him being the last to leave the restaurant and all), so someone as honest yet caring as you was perfect for him. Someone to keep him grounded.

You picked up small things about him you loved, the main being how he admires you. He looked at you as if you were already married. He always had a stern focus face when cooking, but when you came in the picture, for that moment he was a completely different person. The grey reflective orbs had an orange glint to them from the surrounding hanging lights. Just you and him. He looked absolutely perfect. Doing what he loves, and later, looking at the person he loves.

Yes, you sipped on wine, ate, and cracked jokes together once he was done, but what had him hooked started with those grateful eyes you had at the sympathetic gesture, and ended with your modest-but-not, low, v-line dress that your breasts sat perfectly in. Only one more thing to love about you huh?

#haikyuu!!#osamu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu fluff #osamu miya #miya osamu #osamu imagine #osamu x reader #hq osamu #haikyuu osamu

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honeybeedewdrops · 2 years

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The Tattoo | Top Gun Maverick

Summary: You have some tattoo's that no one knows about until they see them and can't help but be curious.

A/N: This was requested by @itzyogurl92 and they wanted one where the reader has a tattoo no one knows about and when they find out they all have questions. If you wanted some specific I can re write it. Also Y/P means Your pet.

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The first time Phoenix saw the tattoo on your back was after training. while in the locker room you were changing and she saw the humming bird. "Hey Y/N" you turn around "Yes?" "oh nothing have a good night" she stopped because didn't want to pry. "Thanks you too Phoenix" and she was then left wondering.

Like any other day you all went down to the Hard Deck for drinks. You all stood around the pool table having some good jokes when your drink was running so you get up to get a new one. Then all of a sudden someone crashed into you spilling the liquid all over you. "I am so sorry" The person apologies "uh it's all good" you say pulling your jacket and shirt off. You hear whistles from the guys making you glare at them. "Can I buy you a drink" the person asks "no really it's ok" "dry cleaning?" "I'm fine and I can do the cleaning myself" "I am sorry" and the person walks away. Not in the mood for another drink you go back to the group.

"Get hold up somewhere?" Hangman jokes "hardy har har" You say placing you jacket and shirt down. "Woah Y/CS when did you get that Tattoo" Coyote asks. You freeze "Oh that I got when I was 23 think" "did it hurt?" Bob asks "Oh sweet Bob no it did not I actually fell asleep in the chair" "You feel asleep?" Bob freaks "yeah it was a long day" you say.

"What does it mean" Rooster asks "to everyone Humming birds mean different things. Like some people think it's a signal of rebirth or overcoming and joyful. but to me it means Hope, Good luck, and Determination."

"that's dope" Phoenix says "Yeah thanks however it is not my first" "You have more?" "yeah 3 more. My first is on my ankle I have the date I graduated from Top Gun with a little jet" you say pulling up your pant leg and pulling down your sock showing them. "And then for my parents I have a little Elephants hooking trunks on my ribs and lastly a matching 2 little stars with my sister on my collar bone"

"that's cool" Bob says "Cool? I say that's badass" Hangman says admiring your tattoo's "Yeah makes me want to get one" Rooster says "I say go for it but remember they are on your body forever" "Unless you get them removed" "Yeah but hurts way more" Fanboy says. I nod "so you going to get more" "yeah later down the road but I don't know what yet" "Maybe do something to do with your callsign" Phoenix suggests "Maybe but I already have something to do with the navy maybe my next one will be for my Y/P" You say "Y/P? Hangman asks "yeah I love them besides maybe i'll get a random one could be fun"

"now enough about me you guys got any ink?" they all shake their heads (Idk i'm sure they do but for the point of the story they don't) "oo it could be so fun if we all get tattoo's my guys he's amazing he did all of them except the one for my parents" You say "oh and Phoenix you could get a small phoenix in fact pretty much all of you could" "woah slow your roll Y/N I don't think all of us want to get a tattoo right now" you shrug "worth a shot besides I didn't mean right now, but if any of you are down to get a tattoo sign me up" you say getting ready to call it a night.

"hey all you tattoo's a dope as hell I have to say the Hummingbird is my favourite. you smile "Thanks Phoenix" and you walked out of the bar into the night.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #natasha phoenix trace #hangman #coyote x reader #top gun #bob #robert bob floyd

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fish-boness · 2 years

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I noticed you're doing request for junker Queen, wondering if I could request some general relationship h/cs? Preferably with F! s/o but any gender is fine. just looking for those 5'2 wlw bottom rights.

It's alll cool if you don't want to write this btw!

Omg thank you so much for requesting! I thought no one else would ever request and of of course I'm cool with this your my first request! Isee that there is not a lot of Junker queen and ran from arcane content here you go I hope it's what you asked for

Junker queen general relationship headcannans

This is my first time writing something like this I hope you love this I made this a while back I just fixed it a bit

• if you bake she LOVES chocolate ,cake, chocolate pie, anything to do with chocolate she will beg you to make it for her

• loves to cuddle with you while she listens to you read to her she LOVES it

• loves kids loves to play with them even wants kids with you if ya want any

• let's you do her hair she loves the feeling when you play with her hair

• loves taking baths together with you , washes each other's hair when you sit back down you see Odessa with a big smirk on her face this also gives her a chance love on you because you do so much for her she wants to give back as much as she can

• is only affectionate around you, out in public she will hold your hand might wrap her arm around your waist if someone is getting to close to you

•cuddles are a must she's the big spoon but she makes a exception when she has nightmares about her past loves to hug you every chance she gets

• her favorite spots to kiss you are the lips (of course) , thighs, neck, face, forehead when your upset, hands, boobs her favorite part she will even kiss your scars and stretch marks if you have them and tell you that your beautiful

• will kill anyone who hurts you in anyway she will hurt or kill that person with a smile on her face and then ask if he or she hurt you or touched you when you tell her that your fine with a smile she feels better that your safe

• likes to call you love bug, her queen, babe, love, darling she will call you darling and love more then the other pet names

• your small compared to her I mean come on she is 7 foot tall ( I looked this up) and your around 5'2 she will pick you up and carry you around if you let her

• she's a Dom and your her princess she's in the lead in bed she loves your bottom energy

• she thinks your the cutest girl ever

• you have dated her before she became queen of Junker town you met her in the waste lands she was a little standoffish around you for a while but you grew on her and become friends eventually you guys got together and supported her when she fights ( I'm working on a story on this)

• she's glad she met you and wants to keep you around for as along as she lives your stole her heart and will forever do anything for you besides she wants you by her side queens of Junker Town

#odessa stone #junker queen #overwatch 2 #queen of junkertown #junker queen x reader #headcannons

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beomiracles · 5 months

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hi sereneee. so, i've been thinking abt this lately, i was wondering if you could make a fic about our dearest maknaeee, kai x reader, inspired by the song 'the man who can't be moved' by the script? i've been obsessing with the song lately and i live for angst, that's all, thank youuuu💌

the sad tree

A/N stop this was such a genius idea! I listened to the song a few times and tried my best, I really enjoy reading angst but this is my first time writing it myself so my apologies if it's not quite as good >_<

pairing: hueningkai x gen!reader warnings: angsty, huening is depressed, tinyyyyy bit of fluff (cs I'm a fluffy person), very slight mentions of an ED very slight

his hands dig deeper into his pockets, burying his nose in the bright blue scarf he so preciously tied around his neck, your lingering sent on it now only a faint memory. the december breeze chills him to the bone and yet he cannot find it in him to leave just yet. leaning back against the large tree trunk he looks up, the naked branches swaying lightly in the wind. he closes his eyes and thinks back to when those exact branches had been covered in soft green leaves the color much like your eyes. he remembers how they would light up in excitement as you pointed to yet another cloud in the sky. "this one looks exactly like a duck" you would exclaim as the two of you lay side by side on the grass. "I don't see anything" huening replied with a frown, you giggled and took his hand in yours, guiding it to point at the cloud. tears threaten the corner of his eyes but huening doesn't know if it's because of the cold wind or the empty feeling in his heart. it's been long since the last rays of sunshine when he finally pushes himself off the tree and begins to make his way home. the first streaks of sun reaches the naked branches at the top of the tree and he's there again. he had long ago given up on a good nights rest, his dreams filled with painful memories. the snow crunches under his feet as he approaches the sad tree, sometimes he thinks he can hear it sigh. it's a defeated sigh almost pitiful. perhaps the tree pities him, pities him for coming there everyday, for coating its branches with his tears, for having hope. he knows it's silly to think that way but the tree is all he has left of you. the tree had always been there. he sees you sitting peacefully, back leaning against the trunk with a book in your hand. the sun makes you glow in a way he'd never seen before. he finds himself staring at you from afar, eyes lingering longer than they maybe should. a loud bark snaps him out of his trance, pulling on the leash he hushes his dog. looking back up at you to find you already looking at him, a smile on your lips, he shyly looks down and keeps walking. unconsciously he changes his route, every afternoon he walks past the same tree hoping to catch a glimpse of you. when he does he feels his heart skip a beat, his afternoon walk became the most wonderful thing in the world. but this afternoon is different, this is the afternoon where he will finally muster up the courage to do more than just stare. his feet lead him to you on their own and despite having practiced the conversation at least 200 times in his head already he can't get a single word out when he's in front of you. you look up, giving him that same smile you had on that first day. you introduce yourself and he feels his knees going weak, he stutters his name out as well as his dog's. you giggle and ask if you can pet her. that's how it happened, right by the sad tree. your first date, a picnic under it's leaves, your first kiss and your first fight. the sad tree was your first everything, huening never imagined it would also be your last. tears are now rolling down his cheeks, quickly turning icy cold in the chilly air. he spends the rest of his day there, sniffling pathetically against the tree as if looking for some sort of comfort from it. he leaves late and returns early the next day, he barely eats or sleeps, his body is slowly dying though he doesn't care, huening's heart died a long time ago. the snow melts, the tree starts blooming again, wildlife that had been quiet during the cold winter slowly makes it's way out again. the sun shines longer, warmer but huening doesn't feel warm. soon everything is in full bloom, just like it had been on that day so long ago. everything is the same, except it's not. as the leaves turn in to pretty shades of oranges and reds he's still there. and as the first snow coats the branches he's still waiting, hoping. waiting for you to come back to him, hoping you will remember the sad tree.

#hueningkai x reader #hueningkai #angst #txt angst #hueningkai angst #txt #txt x reader

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. I’m in the mood for Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian, particularly any fic where Wei Wuxian’s parents live a bit longer so that he isn’t on his own until his teens? I’d really love a fic where his understanding of the sects and his own self-worth is informed by his parents. Bonus if his introduction to the sects happens at the Cloud Recesses lectures! Thanks!! @posteggpunk

Wújī by FairyTaleDreams (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WCZ & CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX)

🧡Resplendence by FrozenMarVel (E, 159k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, CS Lives, Different first meeting, Fluff, Crossdressing, Love at first sight, Fix-it of sorts)

Dear Fellow Traveler by Netrixie (Not Rated, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alive WWX parents, immortal BSSR and family being rogue cultivators together, meet cute, travel partners falling in love, Flirting, Yearning, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Sweet, good parental figures only, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together) absolutely adorable,tho this *is* wangxian centric

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2. Hello! For the next mood post, does anyone have any animal cafe/animal shelter recs?? Or any other fics with cute wangxian interactions with animals. Pls and ty!!

in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E,37k, WangXian, Modern AU with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Minor pining, major shenanigans, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, Blowjobs, Frottage, switch rights, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, courtship via kittens)

Bun Fu Fighting by Silvarbelle (G, 4k ,Modern AU, Racism, racist microaggressions, petting farm (in america), animal education, cultural education (attempt), Two Dads, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Mojo’s Post)

2:15 PM by cherishthespark (T, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bunny Cafe AU, This counts as a coffee shop au right, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Pining, pre-dating)

风调雨顺 | a good time (to grow a family) by frostferox (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Domesticity, Pets)

Found: Extremely Friendly Fox by wanderingflame (T, 22k, ZhuiLing, WangXian, mild animal injury, Curses, Reunions, Fox WWX, Foxxian being a lovable terror, POV Alternating, Modern With Cultivation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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3. What is that one fic that lives rent-free in your mind?

🧡Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 370k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

🧡close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind!WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Golden Core Transfer)

(I enjoyed both of these a lot ~ Mod C)

💖From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, fluff & humor, happy ending, denial, pining, bullying ur younger self is in fact ok) I feel like I’m always reccing this but I just love it too much haha ~Mod L

Taking Responsibility by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 6k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Getting Together, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Pretend mpreg, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Fluff and Crack)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) the one fic that lives rent free in my mind, it's a modern AU that taken on depression and suicide themes but in such a thoughtful and cleansing way

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 48k, wangxian, post-canon, night-hunt; WWX and LWJ as teachers to LSZ, LJY, and Lan junior OCs; poetic fairytale prose; a casefic of unfurling complexity with an intelligent, subtle, and powerful antagonist; mysterious uncharted musical magic; a climactic confrontation that deserves to be animated. And then there’s the famous Windowsill Papapa Scene.)

Different Paths to the Same Route by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 184k, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, What-if, Magical genetic testing, Family Feels)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic, Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt, economics, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire, mojo's bookmark)

well-met by warlight by wukuiyuxin (Not Rated, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Canon typical death, Blood CW, old english style poetry, Poetry, Epic Poetry)

Sect Leader Wen Qionglin by maya_brainstormed (mayachain) (T, 2k, LSZ & WN, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Multiple, BAMF WN, Protective Siblings, Cousins, No Sunshot Campaign, Capital Punishment, Rebuilding) wen ning lives rent free in my head along with this fic

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4. Hello, for the next In The Mood, could I get A) Some WWX spending his 13 years dead in Ghost City with Hua Cheng, then either moving into MXY as normal, or keeps being a ghost because he leveled up during that time? B) Since I didn't get lucky with this request last time - crossovers between characters from the novel/donghua/live action, with biggest thirst for poor live action people meeting the donghua YLLZ, but at this point i'd take anything :D

4B)

We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon Fix-It, CQL Wei Ying and MDZS Wei Ying Exchange places, CQL Lan Zhan and Wei Ying also deserve to be together, Happy Ending)

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 35k, WangXian, WIP, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian)

Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, WWX plays matchmaker for himself)

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5. Hello! Do you happen to have any fics that have a’yuan as wangxian’s biological kid??

Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people resulting to OOC, no Pining, Established Relationship, wangxian are married and have a son, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canonical Character Death -WWX, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

Time Charm Series by Jenrose (E, 141k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Post-Canon, BAMF WWX & LWJ, Everyone Lives/Nobody dies, Pregnancy, Queer platonic poly WangXianQing, Slice of Life)

in flagrante delicto by synonemous (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, Serial killer WangXian, A/B/O, Mpreg, Smut, Wangxian's Canon Kinks, Modern Yi City arc, Angst with a happy ending)

an ongoing Twitter threadfic that’s updating daily (or close to it), trans LWJ, WWX got kicked out as a teen & disappeared before LWJ found out he was pregnant, now WWX is a pop star

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6. for the next in the mood for… could i get the best of canon divergence? or just your favorites? thank you for all your hard work at this blog! 💖💖💖

If I Could Go Back in Time by Runningbarefoot (M, 122k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, YL WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, The Twin Jade Brotherhood, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Character Study, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Slow Burn)

Everyanything by deliciousblizzardshark, lingeringdust (E, 46k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Franken-canon, Gender Identity, Gender Dysphoria, Trans WWX, Protective LWJ, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Fluff and Angst, Vaginal Sex, Canon-Typical Major Character Death, QS brings back WWX)

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, Time travel, Hurt/comfort, Canon typical violence, Getting together, Everybody loves/Nobody dies)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Hurt/comfort, Canon Divergence, Angst with a happy ending)

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal, Polski Translation Pod każdym innym imieniem by tehanu, [PODFIC] By Any Other Name by sakizar)

❤️The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Mojo’s bookmark)

everyone has a braincell of their very own series by MarbleGlove (T, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

happy not knowing by plonk (Not rated, 16k, WangXian, Canon Era, Canon Divergence, Established Relationship)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice)

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7. Ello~ I am back with another request for "in the mood for" (love the amazing work all the mods do with this blog will never be able to say that enough) and this time it's... Meet cute coffee shop au's please! @yukihyo-no-yosei

Who Cares? by fangbook (G, 854, WangXian, MianQing, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, barista!wwx, musicteacher!lwj, Oblivious WWX, Oblivious LWJ, Mutual Pining)

Cake it Easy by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Bakery, Love at First Sight, Fluff) this is a bakery meet cute, but it has the cafe vibes so I think it'll work!

Coffee Beans & Whipped Cream by w_wxsparkles (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Waiter WWX, Artist LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, No Angst, Fluff, Flirting, Falling In Love, First Dates, Indulgent Fic, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ is Whipped, WWX is Whipped)

Coming right up by Onomatopoetikon (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, College/University, POV LWJ, Barista WWX, WWX is a Tease, Internally Screaming LWJ, Flirting, Meet-Cute)

Americano by impatiensatin (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Shameless WWX, Rich Boy JC, Wingman NJS, Cinnamon Roll WN,Internally Screaming LWJ, BussinessMan!LWJ, CafeOwner!YZY, Baby OZ, Barista! WWX, Barista! NHS, Barista! WN, barista!au, Rich Young Master LWJ, Playing with a Bet, Lanling is a Project, Library Pavillion is an commercial Office)

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8. Hello!!! For the iitmf could you rec some completed fics of A) Polyamorous NingWangXian and B) fics where Wei WuXian grows up/joins the Nie Sect? Thanks for all your hard work!

8A)

i didn't think it could be true (let alone that it would be you) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 11k, NingWangXian, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Texting, Drunk LWJ, drunk WN, Pining, Cafes)

let me feel these highs and lows by thrallax (M, 6k, NingWangXian, Threesome, gets a little bit suggestive there in the middle but nothing explicit, technically, Hanahaki Disease, Pining, Fluff, spoilers through ch. 108 of mdzs!, Hair Washing)

throughline by lunatea (M, 81k, NingWangXian, Crime Scene Investigation, Modern AU, Polyamory, Pining, Developing Relationship, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Murder Mystery, Detectives, Canon-Typical Violence, Corruption)

Gee, Wen Ning! How Come Your Sister Lets You Have TWO Boyfriends? by thesweetpianowritingdownmylife (E, 129k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Not A Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Timelapse days, Post-Resurrection days, Injury Recovery, Grief/Mourning, Drunkenness, Dubcon Kissing, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Threesome, Trans Male Character, Anal Sex, Strap-Ons, Oral Sex)

Syzygy by Mortissimo (E, 50k, NingWangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Getting Together, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Disrespect for Linear Time, Canon-Atypical Lubricant Use)

In This Life by INSPIRETOWRITE (G, 5k, NingWangXian,Fluff and Angst, Cinnamon roll WN, Falling In Love, Cute, Sad Ending, Anxiety, Oblivious, Mutual Pining,5+1 Things, Consent, Developing Relationship, Polyamory)

Three Men and a Radish by nirejseki (G, 3k, NingWangXian, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining but not for long)

what part of party don't you understand by wildwestwind (T, 1k, NingWangXian, Modern AU, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cultural Differences, Trans Female WWX, Kid Fic)

8B)

The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 310k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Gore)

A Good Placement by madwriter223 (T, 12k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, What if YZY had been the one to find WWX AU, Emotional Manipulation, Lies, Street Child WWX, Fluff and Angst, OOC but YZY is doing that on purpose, Found Family, itty bitty Wangxian, Bittersweet Ending, Mojo's post)

❤️shades of grey by cl410 (M, 58k, nielan, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Protective NMJ, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family, Mojo's post)

History, Fate & the thread of a goose by Blooddust (Lockel) (T, 77k, wangxian, WIP, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, Fix-It of Sorts, Family Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)

Light on the Door by nirejseki (no rating, 15k, WIP, NMJ & WWX, Canon Divergence, Niè Sect WWX, Nie sect backstory, Found Family, Asexual Character, Pansexual Character, Qinghe Nie worldbuilding)

Another chance by lightsfillthesky (G, 41k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel Fix-It, Pre-Relationship, Light Angst)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective NMJ & NHS, Soft NMJ, Pining LWJ)

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9. Hi! I’m in the mood for some fics that address Wei Wuxian’s social status as the son of a servant, particularly any that might include LWJs POV on how people treat WWX because of this

Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing slightly darker Gusu Lan, as in they are dragons and dragons get rather fiercely protective of things they consider precious, Dragon Lans, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting) this one's lxc, but there are parts in there which address wwx's place in the Jiang sect that I really enjoyed.

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10. A) a fic where jin ling 'accidentally' kills wei wuxian when he stabbed him at jinlintai

B) or a fic where one of the juniors or all of the juniors got cursed that makes them see illusions and they saw wwx death or they see themselves(juniors) killing wei wuxian

C) a fic where lan sizhui being too 'lan', like being stuffy and more on rules. wwx gets sad

-no modern pls, originally gave this ideas as a prompt in my acc bc i don't know how to find

D) a fic where someone talks bad about wwx as in down bad in a conference or something and nie huaisang/lan wangji/jiang cheng/the juniors and shit goes down?

-bonus if the others save wwx too like lan xichen/lan qiren/wen ning/ jin zixuan (if he not dead) @ner-u

10D)

拨云见日 by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian,. Post-Canon, Justice, Anger, Sect Leader Yáo Bashing, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Restitution, Self-Indulgent, POV Third Person, POV WWX)

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11. HI! Thanks for your constant hard work :D I'm really in the mood for a fic where wwx or lwj gets cursed to read minds. I'd specifically really like for wwx to get the ability so he can finally know what lz is thinking about him; something like 'yeah I know how you like it' by phnelt. Please canon only setting. Thank you in advance! I'll take all the mind reading fics you can recommend!

hope dangling by a string by KouriArashi (M, 70k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Everybody Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Psychic Bond, Telepathy, Communication, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, jiang family feels, Lan Family Feels)(They don't get cursed in this but they do end up accidentally permanently linking minds and getting together because of it ~ Mod C)

definitely check out the cherry magic au tag (an au in which if you're a virgin at 30 yo you start hearing the thoughts of everyone that touches you) (quick search for cherry magic in the wangxian tag ~ Mod C)

Too Beautiful For Words, Will My Thoughts Suffice? by Watermelonsmellinfellon (T, 8k, WangXian, CQL/Donghua/Novel Mix, Canon Divergence, Mild Language, Fluff, Crushes, Gay Disaster WWX, Flirting, Telepathy, LWJ POV, Implied Sexual Content, Falling In Love, Drama, Golden Core Reveal)

Say so by yrwz (G, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mind reading, Happy Ending)

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mind Reading, Enemies to Lovers it's only enemies to lovers in wei ying's one braincell, Misunderstandings, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Whump, brief illness/injury, Pining, light bdsm in the first chap, Cherry Magic AU)

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12. In the mood for A) some Cloud Recesses fics where Wangxian get together early! Also interested in B) fics where members of the Lan sect, particularly LQR or LXC are fond of/supportive of WWX

12A)

O, What Learning Is! by Comfect (M, 60k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Fall of Lotus Pier, No Golden Core Transfer, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, Fluff, Cultivation Theory, Cultivation Sect Politics, Unreliable Narrator WWX, Good Student WWX, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR)

joined delight by RoseThorne (M, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, fast burn, MXTX Reverse Trope Fest, Making Out, Marking, Frottage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Marathon Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Love at First Sight, Swords, Horniness, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

Dual Cultivating with You by narikanyan (E, 37k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Sneaking Around, Horny Teenagers, Secret Relationship, Dual Cultivation, Smut, Anal Sex, Angst, Canonical Character Death, i’m sorry Jiangs, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, JYL lives because I said so, Mpreg, Secret Marriage, Secret Baby A-Yuan!, fake death, Reuniting, Happy Ending)

Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Good Uncle LQR, POV Outsider, Engagement, Developing Relationship, Family Feels, Fix-It, Drunken Shenanigans, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Possessive Behavior, Panic Attacks, Everybody Lives, Established Relationship, Weddings, Kid Fic, Wedding Night)

12B)

🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 40k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

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13. hii <3 do you guys have any good yuan and wei wuxian fics?

kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Angst, Fluff) if you want big a-yuan as well as little a-yuan

say it’s here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 68k, wangxian, modern, family feels, angst w/ happy ending, adoption, foster care, hurt/comfort)

a baby rabbit is called a kitten and other fun facts by aurora_chiroptera (G, 11k, WangXian, WWX & LSZ, Modern AU, Social media/YouTube AU, Mutual Pining, NB NHS, JZX is a trans lesbian and uses she/her pronouns, Child LSZ, Long-Distance Relationship, (kinda?), Fluff, Soft WangXian, Good Parent WWX, Single Parent WWX, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, set in the US)

归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG (M, 7k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Aged WWX, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Diaspora Feels (displacement), Dramatic Irony, Secret Identity, Pining, Brief Reference To Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, [Podfic] 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by Koontyme)

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14. Hello!!! I’m in the mood for LWJ POV fics where LWJ learns about/thinks about/processes WWX’s life from before he was taken in by the Jiang sect

One More Tune from the Devil by Sunny73 (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst, Character Study, Supernatural Elements, Time Trave, lAU in canon setting, Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Introspection, Kissing and then not talking about it, Best Friends, art!, Homeless tiny WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Trauma)

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15. Hello, lovely people! I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of any Wangji whump fics? I'm in the mood for anything where Lan Wangji is sick or injured, and, optionally, is taken care of by Wei Wuxian or Lan Xichen. TIA xx

The Vermillion Ribbon by Unforth (E, 233k, wangxian, Wen WWX, politics, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt WWX, hurt LWJ, whump, serious injury, off-screen torture, hurt/comfort, angst, marriage of convenience, abusive father figures, panic attacks, trauma, ptsd, dissociation, pining, suicidal thoughts, miscommunication, touch starved LWJ, light dom/sub, feels, family feels, brotherly feels, LQR is a dick, abusive lan sect, emotional hurt/comfort, healing, recovery, Happy Ending, Mojo's post)

The Jade Curse by Tabi_essentially (M, 51k, WIP, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Angst, Curse Breaking, Cursed LWJ, Time Travel, Post-Canon, not an au, Other Lives, Soulmates, POV Alternating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Paperman!LWJ!)

moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Artistic license of cultivation, Artistic liberties taken with ghosts, Ghosts) for wwx&lqr centric while the twin jades are cursed

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi ( E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending)

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 21k, WangXian, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Sex in the cold springs, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Ethical Dilemmas, Risk Aware Consensual Patience, Edgeplay sort of, Happy Ending)

Light by redkosmos (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Blind LWJ, Friends to Lovers, Make that BEST friends to lovers, Hospitalization, Car Accidents, Healing, LWJ POV, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, LWJ loses his vision)

Found Feral by AceBij (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Feral LWJ, Selectively Mute LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Knotting, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff)

with such a suffering, such a deadly life by cqlorphan (T, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Curses, Curse Breaking, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Affection, Touch-Starved LWJ, Love Confessions, LWJ Whump, Cuddling & Snuggling)

The Last Concubine by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, LWJ Whump, Forced Marriage, Starvation, Non-physical spousal abuse, Fluff and Angst, Doing the Wrong Thing for the Right Reasons, Happy Ending, WWX Takes Care of LWJ)

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Thank you for all of the suggestions~

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name: mary jane "mj" watson parker

name meaning: mary (hebrew: "drop of the sea", beloved) jane (hebrew: "god is gracious"), watson (english/scottish: "son of watt", "powerful ruler")

alias/es: mj, red, and every conceivable pet name in the english language

ethnicity: american, british isles heritage (ireland, scotland, england, etc)

one picture you like best of your chara:

three h/cs you never told anyone:

mj has a multi-step SKIN CARE ROUTINE that she follows every single morning and night. doesn't matter if she's crawling into bed drunk at 2 AM or waking up at the ass crack of dawn, she does it. if you're dating her? say goodbye to your bathroom counter space.

mj sat at aunt may's bedside the ENTIRE time that peter was out trying to defeat otto and get the devil's breath cure. she let miles handle running the F.E.A.S.T center, since she couldn't imagine herself anywhere else and knew peter would WANT someone to stay with her. they talked about everything and nothing, and before she died may reiterated how much she HOPED that mj and peter would work things out. (and yes, she mentioned the 'beautiful babies' thing to mj, who AGREED)

mj has thrown out several of peter's shirts once they got unforgivably ratty and and pretended like she didn't know what happened to them. of course she always bought him REPLACEMENTS, but if new york's greatest hero has ever suspected her of the crime? he's never been able to PROVE it.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

TRASHY. REALITY. TV - specifically dating shows like love is blind, 90 day fiancé (and all of its variants), and the ultimatum. she finds them hilarious, and they're frankly a fascinating look into human PSYCHOLOGY. but they also serve a selfish secondary purpose of making her feel really SMUG about her own relationship and how much healthier/better it is than anything on the shows, even on their worst days.

mj is a new yorker who LOVES her city - if she's got spare time she likes to wander in neighborhoods she doesn't know that well, finding cool local restaurants or little street fairs to get lost in. anything to feel like she's part of the city's HEARTBEAT

mj still has a deep love for the THEATER, even if she chose a different career path for herself. whenever there's enough time and spare cash laying around (which is rare) she likes to go see shows. on or off broadway, doesn't matter - she just likes BEING there when the lights go down and the magic begins

eight people your character likes / loves:

peter parker - soulmate is too weak a word ❤️ peter is her everything

great aunt anna - mj credits her with saving her life as a child

harry osborn - best friend, voice of reason, shoulder she cries on

miles morales - surrogate little brother, "team" member, a godsend

gwen stacey - chaotic gremlin bestie / girlfriend / liability

cindy moon - bestie, fellow wine time enthusiast, gossip gal par excellence

aunt may - family, inspirational figure, beloved and missed every day

silver sable - bestie (terrifying), badass, gifted her (when she realized she was never getting it back) the TASER

two things your character regrets:

breaking up with peter instead of TALKING things through like adults - though they both grew immensely in their time apart and learned valuable lessons from it, she can't get over how they wasted so much PRECIOUS time together that they'll never get back.

not paying better attention to her best friend when he NEEDED her most - harry can be a good liar when he wants to be (hi have you met his dad?), but mj's convinced she WOULD'VE noticed his accelerating illness if she'd stopped being so self-centered and taken the time to really clock his odd behavior before he left for "europe". if he hadn't returned? she NEVER would've forgiven herself.

two one phobia your character has:

peter's death. that's it, that's the FEAR. it claws at her every single day, so much so that she can't even watch live news footage of his fights. people treat it like a SPORTING EVENT, cheering like a real person's life isn't literally on the line, and it makes her sick.

tagged by: @eideticspider && @gwenbiote (ily both ❤️ )

tagging: @underude && @webheadedhero && @localwebslingers && @labwebs && @inhcritance && @arxchnoverture (annie?) && @ssolessurvivor && @tellemidied && @blindbastard && @patientlyloves

#º ✧ 。 let’s not make this all about business aesthetic #º ✧ 。not the girl i was or used to be insomniac verse

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anyolovez · 5 days

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Okay cool sorry I liked your post about anti-cs and then unliked it and was trying to find words, anxiety has stricken me.

But generally I'm curious on how you feel about spay and neutering? I'm dating my cat but since she's spayed she's completely asexual... and then I was thinking about how it kind of sucks that they're forced into that. I dunno I was just wondering what your thoughts are.

(For context I got my cat like a decade after she was someone else's, and they also had her declawed >:( but even still, legally you have to get them spayed/neutered and it just... feels iffy. I get it for strays so they don't have to give birth alone like that and possibly be hurt, but... I dunno. I don't have full thoughts on it yet, I was just wondering what your thoughts are.)

It's okay! I saw that and was curious lol.

As for spaying/neutering? I hate it. I think it's abhorrent to chop off and remove a creature's body parts without their consent. I'm also against tail docking and ear cutting, all of that. It's ESPECIALLY disgusting when the reasons given are "it makes them docile! It stops spraying!" If you cannot handle the animals natural behaviours, you do not deserve to be caring for that animal. We observe this rule of thumb with exotic animals, yet when it comes to house pets we just let people mutilate them??? It's EVEN MORE disgusting when you realize vasectomies for cats and dogs exist. They're just not popular because it doesn't get rid of their hormones.

The docile part makes me extra mad. "It prevents aggression!" There are thousands of people who are able to keep their male dogs under control without mutilating them. The fact of the matter is these owners don't want to put in the actual effort of owning a dog. If you cannot handle the NATURAL behaviours of your animals (not that they even get super aggressive, it's just one fat excuse) then you shouldn't have them! They deserve better!

Then you have the idiots who say "Well it prevents cancer!" No shit, Shirley! If I chop off my tits, my chances of breast cancer are gonna drop pretty significantly! It's just excuse after excuse to mutilate animals for their own pleasure. It genuinely makes me emotional. Imagine having someone you love and trust take you to a scary, sterile building full of strangers, put you to sleep, and then when you wake up your genitals are gone/you're in extreme pain from having your uterus and ovaries removed. There are other options than removing animals hormones and genitals and the only reason humans don't chose other options is because it's not "in fashion."

I think it's super gross that adoption centers FORCE YOU to neuter your animals as if it's any of their fucking right to tell someone what they should do with their animal-partners body. Spaying/neutering is the ultimate form of non consensual mutilation and there's a reason we don't castrate children like we used to. There's a reason even removing the foreskin is being protested by men. There's a reason we fight against surgery done on intersex babies. Genital mutilation is never okay unless it's life saving. Get a vasectomy for males and a hysterectomy for females, end of story. And only do that if it's absolutely necessary to prevent breeding.

#animal rights #🩷answer #🩷yapping #🍓🌈#🌈🍓

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jrob64 · 2 months

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Pet for Rent , Chapter 3/4 (The Adoption) A CS Modern AU Story

Ready for Chapter 3? Here we go!

Thanks to all of you who are reading and liking this story that was purely written because it was therapeutic for me. It was a year ago today that my Zeke was diagnosed with cancer. This is also written for all of you who have sent a beloved pet over the rainbow bridge yourself. I hope you find it an uplifting story, even though it was born from a broken heart.

Chapters on Tumblr - Ch 1 (The Meet Cute) Ch 2 (The Idea)

Chapter summary: Emma and Killian go out on a date, and Winston has his 'gotcha' day.

Rating: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

Words: 7108

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

Story begins under the cut

“Wake up, kid,” Emma said the next morning, gently shaking her son.

Henry rolled over and rubbed his eyes, then looked at the Minecraft clock on his nightstand. “You never wake me up this early on Sunday.”

“I know, but we’re going to church today.”

He pushed himself up in bed, yawning widely. “We usually watch it virtually, though. You said you like to do it that way.”

“Yeah well, today I thought we would go to Gentle Shepherd Church. I’ve heard good things about it, including the fact that it has a Sunday School class for you and an adult one for me.””

“I thought only kids had Sunday School classes.”

“Well, Killian said the adult class is more like a Bible Study.”

“So this is the church where Killian goes?”

“Yeah. It is,” Emma said.

“Oh, boy!” Henry exclaimed, throwing the covers off and jumping out of bed. “That’s where Mr. and Mrs. Nolan go, too!”

Emma laughed. “I guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

“Do I have to dress up?”

“Killian said it’s casual. Just wear your khakis and a nice shirt. I’m going to get breakfast started.”

“Can we have pancakes?”

“If you promise not to get syrup on your clothes,” she replied, as she left the room.

As they ate, Henry wondered aloud if anyone from his class at school went to the church they were going to attend.

“It’s very possible, there are only three churches in town.”

“That would be cool! Are we going to sit with Killian?” he asked, before shoving a huge forkful of pancake in his mouth.

“Take smaller bites, Henry. I don’t want to have to give you the Heimlich manuever this morning.” That earned her a mischievous grin around his mouthful of food. “I don’t know who we’ll sit with, honestly. Belle and Liam go to that church, also.”

Henry swallowed. “They do? I haven’t seen Belle for a long time, and I never met Liam.”

“It has been a while. Hopefully, we’ll be seeing her more often.” She took a drink of her coffee, then slowly set the mug back on the table. “Listen Henry, I need to tell you something.”

He swirled his last bite of pancake through the small lake of syrup on his plate, then looked up at her curiously. “What?”

“I, uh, I talked to Killian last night after you went to bed, and um, he asked me to go out with him.”

Henry’s eyes widened. “On a date?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Tuesday evening. I’m going to ask Belle if she can watch you. Is that okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, his shoulders rising and falling in a non-chalant shrug. “Where are you going?”

“Out to eat at that nice Italian restaurant down by the harbor.”

“Okay,” he said, then put the remainder of the pancake in his mouth.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

He swallowed before saying, “I like Killian. He’s always really nice to me, and to you, too. Plus he likes soccer and dogs.”

Emma chuckled. “I guess that makes him a good guy, huh?”

Henry nodded, grinning widely. “Yep.”

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Emma pulled into the parking lot, marveling at the number of vehicles already parked there. She hadn’t realized so many people attended the church.

When she first came to town, she took Henry to a different church a few blocks away, but they didn’t have a nursery and Henry was too active to sit still through an entire service. By the time it was over, she was worn out from trying to keep him quiet, received several dirty looks from sanctimonious people, and had gotten nothing out of the sermon. After a few weeks, she gave up and started watching live church services that were posted on YouTube instead.

“There’s Killian’s car,” Henry piped up from the back seat, having spotted his black Elantra.

Emma pulled into the open space beside it and cut the engine. Looking in the rearview mirror, she pushed strands of hair behind her ear and checked her lipstick.

“You look good, Mom,” Henry said. “I haven’t seen you wear a dress for a long time.”

She smiled at him in the mirror. “Thanks, kid. I haven’t had a reason to wear one for a while. I figured I might as well since they’ve just been hanging in my closet.”

They exited the car and approached the building, wondering which door to enter.

“Hi, Henry!” a voice called from behind them.

They turned to see one of Henry’s classmates from school “Hey, Nicholas! I was hoping some of my friends would be here.”

“John, Devin and Mike will be here, too. We’re all in class together, and so are some of the girls.” Both boys rolled their eyes.

“Be nice,” Emma admonished.

They followed Nicholas and his family in through the side door, which led to the Sunday School rooms at the back of the church building. Emma walked with her son back to the class room where Nicholas led them, and met his teacher, Miss Bell.

“The kids all call me Tink,” she told Emma when she introduced herself. “Because of my last name, and the fact that apparently I look like a fairy.”

Emma laughed. “I suppose I can see that,” she said, taking in the petite form of the other woman. After seeing that Heny seemed to be comfortably settling in, she returned to the hallway, searching for the area where the adult class met.

“Emma!”

She turned to see Belle approaching, Liam’s hand clasped in her own as he trailed behind his fiancée. “Hey, you guys. It’s good to see you,” Emma said.

“You, too,” Belle chirped. “After all the times I’ve invited you to join us here at church, what made you decide to come today?”

Liam draped his arm around Belle’s shoulder. “Come now, Sweetheart, do you really need to ask that question? I think she might have gotten an invitation from my little brother.”

“Younger brother, you mean.” Emma turned to see Killian walking up behind her. “Good morning, Belle, Liam. Good morning, Swan. I’m very happy to see you made it. Is Henry already in his classroom?”

“Yeah, I just dropped him off. He’s excited to know several of the other kids.”

“Good! Our class meets in there,” he said, gesturing to a large room to her right.

They walked in to see two dozen people milling around, chatting with one another. Emma instantly spotted Henry’s school teacher, who smiled and waved when she saw her enter the room. Then she saw David walk in with two cups of coffee, one of which he handed to his wife.

“Would you like some coffee, Emma?” Killian asked.

“Uh, sure. That would be great. One sugar, please.”

“Have a seat anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him go, then sought out Belle and Liam, who had struck up a conversation with the Nolans. Walking over, she smiled at everyone. “Hello.”

“Good morning!” David’s wife greeted cheerfully. “I’m so happy to see you here, Ms. Swan.”

“I’m happy to be here, but please call me Emma.”

“Of course, and you can call me Mary Margaret, although Mrs. Nolan might be a little less of a mouthful!”

David chuckled, looking at his wife adoringly, before turning his eyes toward Emma. “This is the first time you’ve been to this church, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. I’ve gotten into the habit of watching church services on YouTube on Sunday mornings, but with Henry getting older, I wanted to find a church that offered classes for a kid his age. Killian was telling me about the Bible study and the Sunday School program here and I thought we would give it a try.”

“Did I hear my name?” Killian said, coming up beside her. He gave her the coffee and a grin.

“Aye, we were just talking about the world’s biggest pratts,” Liam said.

“Liam!” Belle admonished, elbowing him. “We’re in church!”

“Could everyone please take their seats so we can get started?” a man with curly, red hair announced.

“That’s Archie, the teacher of the class,” Killian told Emma, gesturing to two open seats.

They sat down with Belle on Emma’s right and David on Killian’s left. “He’s the town psychiatrist, isn’t he?” Emma asked quietly.

“Aye. He leads excellent discussions in class and is great at getting everyone involved.”

Forty-five minutes later, Emma completely agreed with Killian’s statement about Archie Hopper. She thoroughly enjoyed the Bible study and was eager to find out if Henry liked his class, too. That question was answered when she stepped out into the hallway and her son came bounding toward her, grinning from ear to ear.

“How was it, kid?” she asked, unnecessarily.

“It was great, Mom! Can we come back next week?”

The church service proved to be inspirational and quite enjoyable, too. They sat in a pew between Killian, and Nicholas’ family. Afterwards, they stayed and chatted with several people Emma recognized from town, all of them making the newcomers feel very welcome.

When the service ended and it was time to leave, Emma and Killian shared a conspiratorial look before she asked Henry, “Hey kid, how would you like to have lunch with Killian?”

“At Granny’s?” he asked.

“No,” Killian chuckled. “Granny closes her diner on Sundays. Didn’t you see her in the choir?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think about that,” Henry said. “Where will we go, then?”

“Killian invited us to his place to make sub sandwiches. How does that sound?”

Henry turned towards Killian. “Do you have bologna?”

Killian grimaced. “Afraid not. I won’t have that vile stuff in my home. I have ham, turkey, salami and cheese.”

“Ketchup?” Henry asked hopefully.

Trying to control another grimace, Killian said, “Aye, if you insist on it, I do have ketchup.”

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Killian lived in a two-story apartment building at the opposite end of town from Emma and Henry’s house. After they made their sandwiches and ate lunch, Killian showed them around. Besides the open kitchen/dining/living room area, it included a decent sized bathroom and two bedrooms, one of which he used as his office for work.

His apartment was on the first floor, and the sliding back doors opened out into a fenced-in common area for the building. The yard wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for a swing set for the children who lived there, as well as an open, grassy space, shaded by a couple of large trees.

As Henry stood looking around the area, Killian moved behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. “What do you think, lad? Is the yard big enough for a dog?”

Henry slowly turned his head to look up at him. “Are you getting one?”

Emma moved to stand in front of him. “Killian and I have been talking. I’ve been saying it wouldn’t be fair to adopt Norman because he would have to be cooped up in a crate all day…”

“But I work from home, so I’m here all day…”

“So if we adopted Norman…” She looked up at Killian, encouraging him to continue.

“I could take care of him during the day and he would stay with you in the evenings and overnight.”

Henry’s head was swiveling back and forth as the adults explained their plan, the confused look on his face morphing into one of surprise and cautious happiness. “So…so you’re saying we’re gonna adopt him?”

“If you promise to help take care of him and train him to obey,” Emma said.

“I will! I promise!” he shouted, flinging his arms around her waist. “Thank you, Mom!”

“You’re welcome,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “We wouldn’t be able to do it without Killian, though.”

Immediately he ended their hug and turned to give Killian one. “Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, lad. I’m looking forward to having Win-, er, Norman as a companion, too.”

“We really ought to decide on one name,” Emma said. “He’s going to be confused if we’re calling him two different things.”

“Well, I suppose the better choice is Norman, since that’s the name the shelter gave him.”

“Do you think Norman is a good name, Mom?” Henry asked.

Emma shrugged her shoulders. “One name is as good as the other, as far as I’m concerned. You and Killian figure it out.”

“Let Henry name him,” Killian said. “I consider the dog to be his.”

“What do you think, kid?”

Henry scrunched up his face in thought. “Remember the book you read to me a long time ago that had a really mean woman in it? Her name was Norman, wasn’t it?”

“Her name was Norma,” Emma chuckled.

“It kinda sounds the same and you had to stop reading that book because she scared me, remember?”

“Are you saying you prefer Winston?”

He lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I guess. Is that alright?”

“Fine by me. Like Killian said, it’s up to you.”

“Winston will be so happy we’re adopting him!” Henry declared.

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Killian called David the next day to tell him of their plans to adopt the dog. David was very excited and told Killian the paperwork would be ready and he would have Winston fully vetted, licensed, chipped and groomed by the time they picked him up on Saturday.

When Killian called to relay this news to Emma that evening, she said, “I’ll pay the adoption fees, since he’s going to be Henry’s dog.”

“Emma…”

“No, I want to do this. That way, if you do move away, I won’t feel bad about you paying for a dog you don’t get to keep.”

He was quiet for several moments, considering her offer. “Okay, I’ll agree on one condition - that you let me pay for his food, treats and toys for the first month.”

“That will probably add up to more than the adoption fees,” she teased.

“That’s entirely possible,” he agreed, chuckling. “I understand Liam is going to come over with Belle to watch Henry tomorrow evening. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I already talked to Belle about it today. I told her not to do anything that might scar my kid.”

Killian laughed again. “Poor Belle, she’ll have to make sure two kids behave.”

They chatted for another hour, finalizing plans for their date and discussing everything they would need for Winston. When they finally ended the call, Killian sat staring at his phone for several minutes, deep in thought. Emma’s comment about him possibly moving away had him mentally ticking off the pros and cons of such a move.

When he finished, he had far more reasons to stay, and the one at the top of the list was Emma Swan.

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“Mom! Belle and Liam are here!” Henry yelled.

Emma quickly finished applying her tinted lip glss, then did a final inspection in the full-lenth mirror. She was wearing a 3⁄4 sleeve deep red dress with a modest V neckline, the straight hemline falling just above her knees. Her ensemble was completed with black heels, silver jewelry and a black clutch purse. She’d spent extra time applying smokey eye makeup and curling her hair, which fell loosely down her back.

Satisfied with her reflection, she pulled her black and white houndstooth peacoat out of the closet and left the bedroom. Henry was just getting ready to open the door when she entered the living room.

“I’ll get the door, kid. You know I don’t like you to open it.”

“But I already saw who it is,” he protested.

“Sorry, but that’s the rule,” she reminded him, moving to the door as a knock sounded. She opened it to reveal Belle with Liam standing close behind.

“Oh, Emma, you look lovely!” the other woman exclaimed.

“She’s right,” Liam agreed. “You look far too nice to be going out with my little brother.”

Emma laughed and gestured them inside. “Thank you, but I think he would object to being called your little brother.” She took their coats to hang up, showed them where the emergency numbers were, and gave them instructions for Henry’s bedtime routine.

Just as she finished, there was another knock on the door. Before going to answer it, she gave the engaged couple a nervous smile and ran her hands down the front of her dress.

When she opened the door, all her nerves seemed to fly away, replaced with a sense of happiness at the prospect of going out with the man in front of her. Killian stood there, scratching behind his ear, a habit she found incredibly endearing. He was dressed in dark gray slacks, a white button down shirt and navy blue sports coat. She was pleased to see his eyes widen slightly when he saw her.

“Swan, you look…stunning,” he said.

“Thank you, Killian. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

“Hi, Killian!” Henry piped up, coming to stand beside his mother.

“Hello, lad. Are you ready for a fun evening with Belle?”

“What about me?” Liam asked, appearing behind Henry. “I’m a fun guy.”

“You make yourself sound like a mushroom, brother,” Killian snickered.

Liam folded his arms over his broad chest. “Are you really sure you want to go out with this idiot, Emma?”

“Yes, she is,” Belle said, “and the two of you are wasting time with your banter. Emma, you and Killian go and have a wonderful time. Don’t worry about Henry. He’s in good hands.”

“I know,” Emma said, bending down to kiss her son’s cheek. “Be good and listen to Belle and Liam, okay?”

“I will. Have fun, Mom.” Wrapping his arms around her, he added, “I love you.”

“I love you too, kid.”

“Goodnight, lad,” Killian said, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“‘G’night, Killian. See you Saturday!”

During their exchange, Emma went to get her coat and purse from the kitchen chair where she left them. When she returned, Killian took the coat from her and held it up for her to put on. After saying their final goodbyes, he escorted her down the sidewalk to his car, his hand resting on the small of her back.

Once they were both buckled into the comfortable leather seats, he looked over at her, picked up her hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You truly do look beautiful this evening, Love.”

“Thank you,” she replied, knowing that her cheeks were beginning to turn the same color as her dress.

Giving her one more smile, he started the car and pulled away from the curb. Emma had wondered if things would be awkward between them during the date, but they carried on their conversation just as easily as they had from the very first day.

Each time she went out with a man, she caught herself constantly checking the time on her phone and wondering how Henry was doing. Tonight however, she was so caught up enjoying the good food, wine, and the handsome man she was with, she completely lost track of time. When she finally checked her phone screen as they pulled up in front of her house, she was shocked to find it was nearly eleven o’clock.

Killian opened her door and offered his hand to help her out of the car. They continued holding hands as they strolled casually up the sidewalk, the early autumn air cool against their cheeks.

When they reached her front door, she turned to him with a demure smile. “I suppose this is where I tell you I had a wonderful time and debate whether or not I should give you a kiss.”

He chuckled lowly. “Aye, I suppose it is. So tell me, Swan, what’s the verdict? Did you have a wonderful time?”

She put her hands on his chest, rubbing them over the lapels of his jacket. “Yes, I did. I don’t date very often, and this is by far the best date I’ve had in a very long time, maybe ever. I find it very easy to talk to you.”

“I feel the same, Emma,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “Now, have you made your decision about…”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish. Pushing up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt his encircle her waist. She intended the kiss to be brief, but found she quite enjoyed it and didn’t want it to end.

It was interrupted when the light outside her front door suddenly turned on, nearly blinding them despite their eyes being closed.

“What the bloody…” Killian began, just as the door swung open.

“Tsk, tsk, little brother,” Liam said with a maddening smirk on his face. “Kissing on the very first date? Wouldn’t that be considered bad form?”

“Liam, bloody hell!” Killian retorted.

At the same time, Belle’s voice could be heard from the living room. “Liam Albert Jones! That was mean! Just for that, you won’t be getting a kiss from me tonight when you take me home!”

As Liam pleaded his case, Emma giggled into Killian’s chest. “I guess our date is officially over.”

“Next time, could you please ask Belle not to bring my wanker of a brother along to watch Henry?”

“Next time?” Emma questioned. “I don’t remember you asking for a second date.”

Killian reached around her to close the door, then gazed into her eyes. “Will you go out with me again?” he asked quietly.

Her eyes darted back and forth between his, floored at the depth of hope and sincerity she saw there. She opened her mouth to answer him, but instead found herself kissing him again. This time, when they separated, she leaned her forehead against his with a sigh of contentment.

“May I take that as a yes?” he whispered.

“Absolutely,” she breathed. “Thank you for a fun and memorable evening, Killian.”

“It was my pleasure, Emma. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Turning around, she opened the door slightly, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Killian.”

“Goodnight,” he replied.

She went inside and closed the door, leaning against it with a dreamy smile on her face. She had nearly forgotten she wasn’t alone, and was startled when Belle spoke.

“If that look on your face is anything to go by, I don’t need to ask if you had a good time.”

Emma could feel herself blushing, but gave her friend a smile and said, “I really did. We’re planning to go out again. By the way, Killian requested that if you watch Henry when we do, you forbid Liam to come along with you.”

While Belle laughed, Liam said, “Henry will disagree with that. He had a lot of fun with his Uncle Liam tonight.”

Emma’s jaw dropped. “You told him to call you ‘uncle’? Why did you do that?”

“He didn’t, he’s pulling your leg,” Belle explained, glaring at her fiancé. “I’m happy to report that Henry was much better behaved than Liam, who is going to have to earn his way back into my good graces.”

Hiding her giggle behind her hand, Emma listened to the couple playfully bicker, still able to feel Killian’s kiss on her lips and the happiness in her heart.

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On Friday, Emma picked Henry up from his after school sitter Ashley’s house and they went to Killian’s apartment. He insisted on making them homemade pizza before going to the store to buy necessities for Winston.

Henry chattered animatedly throughout supper, the topics ranging from how much he loved the pizza and who he sat with at lunch, to the new book he checked out at the school library. Most of all, he talked about all the things he and Winston would do together and how he would train him.

Emma and Killian shared humorous glances across the table while they listened. Since their date, they had texted each other a few times during the day and carried on lengthy phone conversations every evening after Henry went to sleep.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the pet supply store, Killian turned off the car as Emma looked back at her son. “Now, remember Henry, we have quite a bit of stuff left from Ernie, so we’re not going to buy a lot, okay?”

“Okay, but we can help Killian pick out everything he needs, right?”

Before Emma could answer, Killian said, “Of course, lad.”

“You might regret that,” she murmured, earning her a grin.

As they browsed the aisles, Emma slipped her hand into Killian’s. She felt him give it a squeeze and looked over to see him gazing at her with a warm smile. Then she turned her attention back to her son, who was examining the assortment of collars and leashes.

“What color do you think Winston likes better - red or orange?”

“Dogs are color blind, kid,” Emma informed him, “so I don’t think he will care one way or another.”

“Oh, yeah,” Henry said. “Well, which one do you like, Killian?”

“I recently developed quite a fondness for red,” he answered, giving Emma a wink. She blushed, knowing he was referring to the dress she wore for their date.

“That’s my favorite, too,” Henry declared, selecting a red leash from the rack. Emma and Killian helped him pick out a matching collar that was the right size for the fifty pound dog. They were added to the cart Henry was pushing, then they moved on to the aisle containing the dog beds.

As they looked over the display, Emma took the leash from the cart and studied the tag. “This says it’s good for dogs up to fifty pounds,” she read. “I think we should get the next bigger size, don’t you?”

Henry and Killian both agreed, and Emma left to go replace it. When she returned, she stopped short at the end of the aisle, blinking back sudden tears. Henry was kneeling on the floor in front of the beds, running his hands over them as he carried on a commentary about which one was the softest. Killian crouched beside him, his hand on the boy’s back, his attention completely focused on what Henry was saying.

For eight years, Emma denied herself a relationship with a man because she hadn’t met one that she thought would be a good match, not only for her, but more importantly for her son. Either they got skittish when they found out she had a son, or they tried too hard, overcompensating for their lack of experience with kids.

Then, thanks to a simple mistake on her part, she met a man who was fitting into their life so naturally, it was almost too good to be true. Her heart as a mother swelled witnessing how well Killian and Henry got along and what a truly wonderful role model Killian was for her son. At the same time, her heart as a woman fluttered at the possibility of finding someone who could be a perfect match for her.

Taking in a deep, steadying breath, she walked down the aisle to join the two most important people in her life.

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Saturday morning, Henry knelt on the sofa, his arms crossed on the back of it as he watched intently out the window for Killian’s car. Emma shook her head at her son’s impatience, but in all honesty, she was just as excited for the man to arrive.

Once they finished shopping the previous evening, Killian invited them in to watch a movie. The three of them browsed through the options on Killian’s streaming platforms, ultimately allowing Henry to choose The Super Mario Bros. Movie.

Killian made a huge batch of popcorn and the three of them settled on the couch to watch. Henry sat in the middle, holding the bowl with his eyes glued to the screen. Emma and Killian found themselves enjoying the movie too, even though they originally didn’t think it would hold any interest for them.

By the time the final credits rolled, the boy’s head was lolling against Killian’s arm. When Emma tried to get her son to wake up so they could go home, Killian took pity on the sleepy child and easily lifted him into his arms to carry him to Emma’s car. Before getting in the car herself, she and Killian shared a short, sweet kiss and she promised to call after Henry was in bed.

After arriving home and getting her son settled, Emma talked to Killian until she was starting to fall asleep and he teased her about finding him boring. The entire evening caused her emerging feelings for him to deepen even more.

Now, she was standing behind her son, watching for the familiar black car to turn the corner.

“Do you think he forgot?” Henry asked.

“He said he would be here at nine-thirty and he has ten more minutes. Try to be patient.”

Henry turned around, sat down, then rested his head against the back of the couch and heaved a sigh. “I just want to go get my dog.”

“I know, kid,” Emma soothed, rubbing her hand over his hair. “I’m excited to bring him home, too.” Glancing out the window, she smiled and said, “Look who’s here.”

His head shot up and he jumped off the couch, shouting, “He’s here! He’s here! Let’s go!”

Killian didn’t even have a chance to put the car in park before Henry was sprinting out the door, with his mother following behind him, still pulling on her coat.

Killian had just climbed out of the car when Emma reached the end of the sidewalk. “He’s a little eager to get there,” she said dryly.

“You don’t say,” Killian chuckled, looking into the back seat where Henry was already buckled in, nearly vibrating with excitement. Brushing a kiss against her cheek, Killian placed a hand on the small of her back to escort her around the rear of the car.

When they arrived at the shelter, Henry jumped out, clutching the new collar and leash in his hands. “C’mon, Mom,” he urged, hopping from foot to foot as he waited impatiently for the adults.

“Hold your horses, kid,” Emma replied, stepping from the car and closing the door as Killian did the same. “We have to sign some paperwork and pay the adoption fees, so it’s going to be a little while before Mr. Nolan brings Winston to you.”

“I know,” he said, “but the faster we go in there, the sooner we’ll get him.”

“You’ve got a point,” Emma agreed.

The three of them crossed the parking lot and Killian held the door for them to go inside. David was sitting at the desk behind the counter, a huge grin creasing his face when he saw them enter.

“Good morning!” he greeted. “I think Nor-, um, Winston senses something is going on. He was very excited when I fed him and let him out in the exercise yard this morning.”

“He probably knows it’s his ‘gotcha day’!” Henry declared. Turning to his mother, he added, “I told you he’s smart!”

David chuckled as he spread the paperwork out on the counter. After explaining each page, Emma signed where he told her and wrote a check for the fees. Henry gave him the collar so he could attach the dog license and chip information to it, then he asked the boy if he wanted to go with him to get Winston. To no one’s surprise, Henry jumped at the chance.

While they waited, Emma moved closer to Killian, reaching out to take his hands. “Thanks again for helping make this happen. It’s been hard watching Henry grieve for Ernie and have to tell him we can’t get another dog.”

“I can imagine, Love. I’m very happy I could help.” Dipping his head, he met her willing lips to share a kiss with her. After it ended, he said, “We need to plan our next date.”

“Yeah, about that,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave Winston with Belle and Liam until he gets a little more used to his surroundings.”

He nodded in understanding. “That’s true. Well, if we can’t go out on a date, perhaps we can plan one where we stay in.”

“At my place or yours?”

Before he had a chance to answer, the door to the back opened and Winston came through, straining forward on his leash and practically dragging Henry behind him. Emma and Killian bent down to try to pet the whirling dervish of a dog, attempting to get him to settle down.

“I think you’re right about him knowing something special is happening, Dave,” Killian said. “I’ve never seen him act this way.”

“Dogs seem to have instincts about these things,” David noted.

“Is he ready to go?” Emma asked.

“Yep, he’s all yours!” David replied happily. Reaching down, he scratched the dog behind the ears. “Be good, Winston. Enjoy your new family!”

They went out the front door, laughing at the way the dog practically strutted to the car. Once they were all buckled in, including Winston with his new doggy safety belt, Killian drove out of the parking lot. Henry patted the dog’s head and said, “You’ll never have to come back here again, boy. You’re going to live with us forever.”

The drive back to Emma’s seemed to go much more quickly than the one to the shelter. Killian pulled up to the curb and Emma reminded Henry to hold tightly to Winston’s leash so he wouldn’t run into the street.

Killian walked up the sidewalk behind them, but stopped short of following them into the house. When Emma realized it, she asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I, uh, I didn’t want to assume.”

“If you don’t mind sharing me with a boy and a dog, we can consider today a date,” she grinned.

He returned the grin. “Sounds good to me.”

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After a full day of romping and playing with Winston, it was easy getting Henry to go to bed that evening. When Emma went into his room after he was done showering and brushing his teeth, she found him already under the covers with the dog laying beside him.

“He does have a bed, you know,” she said, without any intention of making the dog move.

“He likes it here, don’t you boy?” Henry said, rubbing the dog’s belly.

“If he needs to go out in the middle of the night, make sure you wake me up, okay?”

“I will,” he yawned. “Are we going to church tomorrow?”

“I’m planning on it. David said Winston seems to be crate trained, so we’ll see how he does in there for a couple of hours.”

They went through Henry’s bedtime routine and he was already asleep by the time she read one page of their current book.

“He’s one happy kid,” Emma said as she went back into the living room and sat down beside Killian on the sofa. “And you played a big part in making him feel that way.”

Killian toyed with the hem of his button-down. “You give me far too much credit, Love.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his fidgeting ones.

“Because he’s been a happy lad since the first day I met him, and none of that was due to me. It goes to prove that he has a wonderful mother.”

“Some days I’m not so sure about that.”

He kept his head down, studying their entwined hands for several moments. Without looking at her, he said quietly, “Remember I told you that the woman I was dating previously was married?”

“Yeah.”

“She was several years older than me, and not only did she hide her marital status from me, she also failed to tell me she had a son.”

“Oh, wow,” Emma said. “That really must have come as a shock.”

“Aye, it did,” Killian affirmed. “One day after we broke up, I parked along the street down from his school and watched her arrive to walk him home. I wasn’t being a stalker, I was just curious. Her son was about the same age Henry is now, but he was nothing like your boy.” He finally looked up at her. “I’ve never seen a child look as sad and dejected as her son. It was as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his small shoulders.”

“Poor little boy.”

“Aye, and I’m sure it was because of the choices his parents made. They cared only for themselves and their own gratification, not about how they were affecting their son.” He reached forward to brush a wayward strand of hair away from her face. “Emma, it’s quite obvious that starting from your very first decision to bring Henry into the world and raise him by yourself, you’ve made his happiness your priority. It’s one of the things I admire the most about you.”

Her face warmed from his praise. Scooting a little closer, she leaned against him and he put his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I enjoyed our date today,” he said, “and I certainly didn’t mind sharing you with Henry and Winston. It did my heart good to see how much they love each other already.”

“Winston was sleeping on Henry’s bed and looked completely comfortable there. I just hope he doesn’t wake us up too many times during the night.”

“Well, he’s past the puppy stage and wasn’t able to go out at night while he was at the shelter, so maybe he won’t get you up at all.”

“That would be nice. I don’t want to be yawning during the sermon tomorrow.”

He leaned back to look at her. “I’m happy to hear you’re coming to church again.”

“Yeah, Henry and I both really liked our classes and I thought the service was great. I especially enjoyed the music.”

“I heard you singing. You have a beautiful voice.”

“Thank you,” she said, her face reddening again. “I didn’t realize I was singing that loudly.”

“I don’t think you were, I was just standing close to you. You shouldn’t be self-conscious about singing praises to God, anyway.”

“That’s true,” she agreed, snuggling closer to him. “Do you want to watch something?”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m quite content just talking,” he murmured.

“Mmm, me too,” she hummed. “Why is it always so easy to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’re soul mates.”

“Do you believe there is such a thing as soul mates?” she asked, looking up into his face.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “Until I met you.”

Their lips connected for a long, sweet, languid kiss.

“Killian?” she whispered, when they parted just enough for her to talk.

“Yes, Love?”

“Maybe I’m not content just to talk.”

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Emma went to bed two hours later with the taste and feel of Killian’s lips still lingering on hers. He starred in her dreams and she awoke the next morning with a smile on her face. After yawning and stretching, she realized Henry hadn’t woken her up at all during the night to put Winston out.

Throwing back the covers, she quickly padded down the hall to his room. Peeking around the edge of his slightly open door, she smiled at the sight of the boy and dog still asleep.

After showering and getting dressed, she woke them up, took Winston out while Henry dressed, and went back inside to fix breakfast. As she was stirring the scrambled eggs, Henry entered the kitchen and immediately went to get Winston’s food bowl. They had already agreed that feeding him and keeping his water bowl filled would be Henry’s responsibility.

They sat down to eat and Emma smiled at the sight of the dog sitting right beside Henry’s chair. “Don’t forget that we’re not feeding him from the table. I don’t want him to get into the habit of begging, like Ernie did.”

“I know,” Henry said, then chewed thoughtfully for several seconds. He swallowed and said, “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Killian?”

Emma really wished she hadn’t just taken a sip of coffee, because she nearly choked on it. With watering eyes, she asked, “What makes you think that?”

He shrugged. “You guys hold hands and sit really close together and everything. I even saw him kiss you. You have to love somebody to kiss them, don’t you?”

Emma’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, resembling a fish out of water. She thought she and Killian had been discreet when they shared brief kisses, but apparently her son witnessed at least one of them.

“Killian and I, we…we’re just dating, Henry,” she finally managed to say. “People date to get to know each other, to…to see if they might, um, fall in love. Kissing is a part of dating, but it doesn’t mean we love each other.”

“So you don’t love him?”

“I…I honestly don’t know yet. I do like him and I like spending time with him. He’s fun and he makes me laugh.” She leaned across the table and placed her hand on top of Henry’s forearm. “How do you feel about me dating Killian? It’s always been just you and me. Would you be upset if he and I did fall in love?”

“Would you get married?”

The question took her by surprise, but she maintained eye contact with him, wanting to show him how much his opinion mattered. “Not without you being okay with it. You always come first, Henry, and I won’t do anything to make you unhappy.”

“I wouldn’t be unhappy if you fell in love with Killian and married him.”

“You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head decisively. “Nope. I like him. He’s really nice to me and I can tell he makes you happy. You smile and laugh a lot more when he’s around. I think it would be cool to have Killian as my dad. That’s what he would be if you got married, right?”

“Technically, he would be your step-dad, but that doesn’t make any difference and I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to Killian, either. I appreciate how he treats you and how he likes spending time with you.”

“Yeah, me too. And Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you, me, Killian and Winston would make a great family.”

She smiled and gently squeezed his arm. “I think so too, kid.”

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A Valentine’s to Remember: Dante x Male Reader

Better late than never...

MINORS DNI

SERIOUSLY

SHOO

Summary: Spending Valentine's Day with the youngest son of Sparda. He wants to make sure this year is one to remember.

BEGINNING NOTES: I hope you all enjoy this one. It's now my longest chapter at whopping 8410-ish words. 💝💌💝 💟Just some fluffy stupid Dante things… and smut, of course, lmao. Also, pardon the semi-cringe writing, I don’t really know what people do for this holiday. Also… this is my first time really leaning into the Male reader aspect of things; in Nero’s story, those aspects were just kinda there… This one is pretty heavy-handed; so please bear with me. 💟I also skipped the actual eating part of the date because I am bad at writing that stuff… but I tried to keep the rest semi-realistic?? You’ll see what I mean lmaooo 💟While writing this I realized Nero could've been Valentine’s baby… and that I accidentally H/C-ed DMC 3 to take place during February/March 💟Please check Dante’s H/Cs for what outfit he has; I don’t actually reference it per se but it gives you an idea as to what I was using to write with. I will also explicitly say when he uses his DT; I tend to use the phrase “red devil” to replace his name and I don’t want any confusion. 💟I also figured out why I think Dante uses names that are kinda “southern”--his fucking DMC 4 outfit is semi-country themed lmao. 💌💝💌 💟Fluff & Smut 💟Bottom Male reader x Top Dante: Pre-established relationship. 💟The reader is kinda horny ngl 💟Minor mentions of homophobia. 💟Semi-aggressive Dante; encouraged by the reader--kinda bratty reader. 💟Use of biting/hickeys. 💟Use of a leash/collar; that’s it though--no actual pet play. 💟Minor choking; via collar and leash tugging. 💟Dante giving you a rim job for the first time. 💟Possessive kink. 💟Devil Trigger sex.

A cold chill ran up your spine as you groggily opened your eyes. You slowly groped around on the bed for your personal heater--and boyfriend--Dante. However, his side of the bed was empty and, from how cold the mattress was, he had been gone for some time. A pout and slightly furrowed brow decorated your face as you grumbled. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up and Dante to be gone (typically on a job); however, he told you that he was going to have today off. It seems that something must have come up.

You glanced over at the alarm clock ‘11:03’, “Damn it’s early…” you thought to yourself as you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. However, you were now wide awake and still cold.

With a groan, you got out of bed. The wooden flooring was frigid against your bare feet as you made your way to the door. But, before you could open the door, it swung open--hitting you square in the forehead.

“Shit!” Dante stared wide-eyed at you, “I didn’t know you were-- you okay?”

You shook your head attempting to ignore the quickly growing headache, “I’m fine,” you looked up at the red devil, “Thought you had left for the day; why you up so early?”

Your lover smiled goofily, “You know what today is?”

“Tuesday?” you were still groggy as you gave Dante a perplexed look.

“Mhm…” Dante was staring at you; implying there is more.

With a slow blink, you rummaged through your still-tired thoughts; what were you missing?

Your lover began to pout, “You really don’t know?”

With a shake of your head, you scratched your jaw, “I got nothin’.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Dante grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug.

You lightly wrapped your arms around your lover, “Mmm, that’s why you’re up at the ass-crack of dawn?”

“What can I say,” Dante rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, “I wanted today to be perfect for my special guy.”

A loving smile spread across your face as you heard Dante begin to quietly purr, “You didn’t have to do anything for me… Although it is really sweet of you.”

Dante stood back with his hands on your shoulders, “Of course, I had to! Gives me a reason to take you out on the town and show you off,” he winked with a wide grin.

You snorted a tired laugh, “That’s cute, Dante,” you moved one of your hands to cup his cheek and stared into his eyes, “How did I get so lucky, hm? My cute lil’ devil~” Dante’s eyes closed as he leaned into your touch; his purring getting noticeably louder.

The red devil opened his eyes and gently leaned in to kiss your forehead. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak before the ringing of the shop's phone stopped him, “Damn it- I have to get that, meet me downstairs?”

“Sure,” you smiled at him as he left the doorway. With that, you continued to your original destination; the bathroom.

After you finished your typical morning routine, you sauntered down the stairs of the DMC. Dante was sitting at his desk and was still on the phone.

“Yes but-- You see-- We--” Dante noticed your presence and shook his head, “I have to go. I’ll call back tomorrow during operating hours, thanks for choosing Devil May Cry!” he hung up the phone before the caller could respond. Dante let out an exaggerated groan and leaned back in his chair.

You laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, “Thought we were closed today?”

“That’s what I told ‘em, but of course, people never fuckin’ listen.”

With a small laugh, you got up. After you moved behind the desk, you yanked out the cord from the phone, “Taking a note from your book.”

Dante smiled and grabbed your wrists to pull you onto his lap, “Well, I’m glad I taught you somethin’.”

“Well,” you set your head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “There’re other things you’ve taught me too…” you felt Dante shiver as you gently bit his earlobe.

“Mmm, aren’t you fired up,” he ran his hands down your sides, settling on your hips, “but I’ve got other things in mind first,” Dante’s teeth gently grazed your neck as he gently kissed your soft skin, “you'll have to wait till later.”

You clicked your tongue in slight disappointment, "You have a brain aneurysm or something? Since when do you not want sex?"

“Come on,” he gently rubbed his thumbs against your legs, “I promise it’ll be worth the wait~”

You pulled back to look at his face and saw him smirking slightly, “Ooo now I’m curious as to what my devil’s got planned,” your fingers slowly groped up his arms and to his shoulders where you let them rest.

He laughed and smiled widely, “I made sure that this will be the best Valentine’s you ever had.”

“I quite enjoyed last year,” you unconsciously bit your lip as you remembered last year. How Dante’s rut lined up with the holiday and left you unable to walk for several days.

“Heh, well you’ve still got to look forward to that in the coming months-” he placed one of his hands on your chest, “Today we are focusing on this.”

“My tits? You gonna like motorboat me or some shit?”

“What-- No, I--”

You snorted, “I’m fucking with you, Dante,” you placed your hand on top of his, “It’s weird seeing you act so romantic .”

“Oh just you wait,” Dante’s eyes closed as he gave a toothy grin, “It’ll be a night to remember.”

Seeing how sincere he was brought a warm fluttery feeling to your heart, “Well, what’s the plan then?”

“What time is it?”

“Well,” a small laugh left your lips as you looked at the clock up on the wall behind Dante, “It’s still 9:04 AM, the same time it’s been for a few weeks now.”

The younger twin sighed, “I keep forgetting to fix that…”

“When I got up,” you ran your fingers through Dante’s hair, “It was like eleven, so probably like eleven-thirty by now..?”

“Mmn,” Dante leaned his head onto your chest, wanting you to continue petting him, “Well I have to stop by Vergil and Nero… So we’d be leaving around four?”

“Want me to come with you?” you added your other hand to his hair.

Dante began to purr slightly, “Nah, I’m just dropping off some job stuff.”

The two of you sat together for a few minutes. While you were gently running your fingers through his locks, he pulled you as close as he could. His hands firmly rested on your lower back and his face was nuzzling into your chest; enjoying the affection.

However, this was short-lived as Dante’s cell phone began to ring. The red devil grumbled and released his hold on you, allowing you to stand up. With a huff, he grabbed the device off his desk; answering it.

You wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a drink.

As you sat on the edge of his desk once more, you saw that Dante was already off the phone, “That was quick,” you raised a brow, “Nero? Or Vergil?”

Dante stood up, “The kid, asked when I was coming; ‘pparently he’s got plans for today.”

A smile found its way to your face, “Ooo how cute-- wait,” you cocked your head to the side, “since when does Nero have a partner?”

The red devil laughed, “Nero doesn’t have one,” he sighed softly, “he’s spending the day with his old man; since neither of them has company.”

“Really--” you shook your head in disbelief, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

“It was part of the reason I was dropping this shit off, rather than just letting them see it tomorrow,” he looked over at the photo of Eva on his desk, “figure I should at least see them; especially Verge.”

“Aw,” you couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “Now that's adorable,” it was then that you noticed Dante looking over at his mother’s photo, “your parents would be happy to see you three getting along.”

Dante nodded and spoke softly, “Yeah,” he moved his eyes to you and returned to his usual boisterous tone, “I should probably get going; you okay with sittin’ tight for a bit?” he slid on his coat that had been tossed over the back of his chair. Then moved to stand in front of you and held your hands in his.

“Sure, gives me time to get all prettied up for you,” you winked with a sly grin.

“I think you look good just like that, darlin’,” he leaned in and kissed your forehead, and placed his head atop yours.

You pursed your lips and stifled a laugh, “I am not going out in my sleepwear…” you looked down at your shirt. It was an old ratty black t-shirt that you had “borrowed” from your devilish lover… not to mention that you were without pants, as well.

He leaned back just enough to see your face, “Why not? You look good like this.”

“Dante,” you shook your head, “If we are going out, pretty sure I need pants.”

The younger twin just stared into your eyes, fighting an obviously perverse comment.

“Cat got your tongue?” you teased, egging him on.

A small huff left Dante’s nose, “You really are gorgeous, you know that?” his voice was sweet but had an impure feeling laced behind it.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you leaned in brushing your lips against his, “my handsome legendary hunter.”

Dante smiled as he intertwined himself with your lips. These kisses were slow and sweet. Dante let out a breathy laugh upon feeling you pull him in by his coat, deepening the kiss. His hands held the sides of your hips and he gave you small kitten licks upon your lips; asking for you to open your mouth.

A part of you wanted to play hard-to-get and not let him in; however, before you could even decide, Dante had pushed his tongue within the confines of your mouth. While he might not be the most experienced kisser out there, Dante sure as hell knew how to use his split tongue to his advantage.

The red devil explored every inch of your cavern. A quiet groan left your lips as he played with your tongue. You were running out of breath, so you tried to leave the kiss but Dante had other plans. He pushed his lips against yours harder, letting out a small rumbling moan.

His fingertips began to dig into your hip's soft flesh, surely bound to leave loving bruises. You were beginning to feel light-headed as you gently pushed against his chest, trying to separate from the kiss. Dante allowed you to leave the kiss and moved to kiss your jawline. You took in a loud large breath.

Dante’s kisses began to wander down your neck and to your shoulder. All the while, he began to lean you backwards onto the desk. He began to nibble against your skin, not quite hard enough to leave marks but enough that you could feel it. You wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your hands along his back, kneading as hard as you could against his strong back.

“Ngh, Dante~” you squirmed under his weight.

The red devil stopped his small bites and moved back to your lips, continuing his slow sloppy kisses from earlier. Once satisfied with how aroused he got you, he leaned back up and gave you a sly devilish grin.

He slowly eyed you up and down before speaking, “We’ll have to save the rest for later,” he winked.

With a pout, you removed your legs from his body, “You fucker…”

“Mm not right now,” he helped you sit upright, “I will be later though.”

You rolled your eyes, “You really are mean, you know that?”

Dante’s grin turned wider as he patted the top of your head, “You're the one who decided to date a devil--not the smartest choice."

"Oh trust me, the perks outweigh the cons," you sighed and reached forward to fix his coat, “You best hurry along-- Don’t need Nero killing you on Valentine’s.”

“I’ll be back soon, okay?” he leaned forward and kissed you on the top of the head, “Then it’s date time.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his beaming face, “I can’t wait.”

With that, Dante turned to leave; grabbing his phone from the desk and waltzing out the front door.

4 o'clock quickly came and went; it was now approaching 6 pm and you were starting to get concerned. It was quite common for Dante to get carried away with talking and just overall enjoying spending time with others, but you figured that he would’ve been back by now. Dante spending time with his family (especially Vergil) without fighting is a rarity, so you did your best to leave him be--only texting him a few times to figure out what was going on and if he was okay. A part of you wanted to call him but you figured that would be too much.

You’d been waiting on the couch for nearly an hour. A loud exasperated sigh left your lips as you leaned forward. You had showered and gotten all dressed up for your date and were getting uncomfortable in your "fancy" clothes. Not having anything better to do, you decided to see if the jukebox was going to work today. You selected a track, “Devils Never Cry” (one of Dante’s favorites), and were pleasantly surprised when it worked.

With that, you then grabbed some darts from the desk and began to half-ass through them at the board. You were bored enough that you challenged yourself to a game of 501; keeping track of two amounts at once.

“Fucking-- Where are you, Dante?!” you growled as you yanked the darts from the board, finishing your third game, “That’s it,” you pulled out your phone and called him.

No answer.

You tried again.

Still nothing.

With an irritated click of your tongue, you decided to shoot Nero a text; asking if he can send Dante back.

Surprisingly, Nero responded pretty quickly saying, “Dante left like an hour ago? He’s not back?”

You went pale and nearly dropped your phone at the sound of your ringtone. It was Nero.

The moment you answered, Nero spoke, “Hey, Dante’s still not back?”

“I haven’t seen him since he left earlier,” you felt a sinking fearful feeling settle in your gut, “I’m kinda starting to worry.”

Before Nero responded, someone else (presumably Vergil) yelled something at Nero that you couldn’t make out. Then the teal devil returned to your call, “Vergil said that Dante was stopping somewhere on the way back; whatever that means…”

With a heavy sigh, you mumbled, “Alright- I guess I’ll give him a bit longer. Thanks, Nero.”

You went to hang up but heard him yell, “Hey wait--”

“Hm?” you put the phone back to your ear.

“Let me know if like, he’s not home soon-- Vergil and I can go find him.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “Sure, can do.”

“Well… Take care and uh… Happy Valentine’s…”

“Mhm, you too Nero,” you both hung up.

Another fifteen minutes passed and you were slowly nodding off on Dante’s desk; leaning forward in his chair and your face on the tabletop.

You had thought about what Vergil could’ve meant, “Dante probably stopped by Lady and Trish,” you sighed through your nose.

Despite knowing how stupid it was, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous about the three’s friendship. When you first joined the DMC, you thought they were in a poly-relationship with each other; only to find out that they were just work partners.

A quiet distant bitter thought pricked at the edges of your mind, “Maybe he decided to spend the holiday with them instead…” your brow furrowed at the thought, “He seemed so excited this morning…”

Another sigh left your nose as you tried to focus on the now jukebox’s music to drown out those toxic thoughts. That’s when you heard the front door open.

“Hey sunshine, I’m back!” a loud happy voice called.

However, you didn’t look up and just stayed with your head down on the desk, grumbling in response, “Welcome back.”

You could hear Dante’s pout as he walked over to the desk, “I know, I know… I didn’t mean to be gone that long, I’m sorry,” he placed a hand lightly on your head.

“Where have you been,” you picked up your head to look at him, “I was getting worried…”

He avoided your gaze, “Well… I stopped at Vergil and Nero’s and chatted for a while. I would’ve been home sooner, but,” he sighed and had a dejected look on his face, “I called to double-check some reservations that I swear to God that I made; like I even called Vergil cause I know that I told him and the fucking place said that I didn't and I--”

You grabbed his hand, “Hey, Hey-- Dante, slow down.”

“Shit, sorry,” he took a deep breath and let out an even louder sigh than before, “I made reservations for us to go to one of those fancy restaurants where you get to watch like a musical or some shit while you eat and… and when I called to double-check the time, they said they have no record of my reservation. So I went there and tried to talk to someone in person and they said without a receipt we can't help you… then I asked if there were any open seats at any time and they said no and I just…” his voice trailed off.

“Oh…” you didn’t know how to respond. Dante was a lot angrier about this than he was letting on; signified by his hand being so hot that you had to let go of it.

“I’m sorry, babe,” his eyes were filled with a pang of deep sadness as he looked at you with a frown.

“Hey,” you stood up and walked over to the front of the desk, standing in front of him, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” you gently hugged him, “It’s the thought that counts and besides,” you felt him wrap his arms around you and purr slightly, “I’ve still got the best Valentine I could ask for.”

Dante took a slow breath and leaned further into the hug, speaking in a hushed whisper, “I wanted this year to be special…”

“We can still go out,” you smiled, “Isn’t that pizza parlor that knows you by name open today? We could go there.”

A small huff of a laugh left Dante’s lips as he began to unconsciously knead his hands against your shoulder blades, “You sure you’d be okay with that? It’s not exactly fine dining .”

You stood back a bit so you could look at him, “I’m sure, plus,” your smile widened, “We don't have to mingle with those rich assholes.”

Dante laughed and looked down at you, “Good point… shall we then?”

“Of course, lead the way, legendary devil hunter,” you winked at him as he shook his head.

You quickly sent Nero a text that said Dante returned safe and sound. Then turned off the lights and grabbed your coat. With a laugh and wide smiles, the two of you headed out.

Both of you waved goodbye at the parlor workers as they yelled their goodbyes. Once out the door, Dante grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. The two of you decided to take a small detour on the way home and walk through the park. As the two of you began to move down the sidewalk, you thought about how Dante is the only person that the parlor called by name.

You laughed, “I still can’t believe they know you by name, it surprises me every time.”

“Been ordering there since it opened,” Dante awkwardly smiled, “I know that I had a pretty lengthy tab open there at one point.”

You did a double-take, “Since when do restaurants do that?”

“Well,” Dante sighed and shook his head, “I was a regular before the whole Vergil thing when we were younger, so when I came back all sorts of uh… messed up; Pop’s let me open a tab.”

You looked over at Dante, “Oh-- I- I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

“Don’t worry about it,” he looked over to you, "Vergil and I talked about… things today… As horrible as all of it was… at least we got Nero out of it; so there's a thin silver lining to it."

"Oh?" you thought for a moment, "I can't imagine you two talking things through," you smiled at the thought, "It really is the best Valentine’s ever."

"Yeah, it was pretty funny though," Dante laughed to himself, "I made fun of Vergil for making Nero on Valentine’s, which Verge didn't care about but Nero? Fuck- the kid damn near killed me."

Your voice was laced with heavy sarcasm as you snorted a laugh, "I wonder why."

The two of you continued towards the park in comfortable silence. As you did, you found yourself wandering in your thoughts.

It wasn't often that the two of you went out on a date; demons never sleep which means the hunt is never truly over. When you do get a brief moment of slice and get to go out, you always become hyper-aware of how Dante was leagues above you.

You always notice how the majority of people check Dante out--some have even asked him out with you right next to him. Dante obviously declined their advances every time by showing you some hardcore PDA. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought; of how Dante is yours and you are his.

The two of you entered the park. It was a small nature walk-type place, that doubled as a bird reserve.

"You know, if I remember correctly" Dante’s eyes creased as he smiled, "our first date was here in the park."

Your face mimicked his with a large smile, "It was… I'm also pretty sure that we got attacked by some stray demons during that date, too."

"Ye-p!" Dante laughed and stopped turning to you, "Still the best date of my life."

Playfully, you hit his chest, "I got tossed around like a sack of potatoes and broke my fuckin arm."

He moved his hands to the small of your back, "Gave me an excuse to spend more time with you."

You rolled your eyes and laughed. Your hands found their way to his chest and grabbed his coat gently, "You mean 'mother hen' me for a week?"

"I did not…"

"Dante, you tried to join me in the bathroom because you were scared I'd hurt myself…"

The red devil pouted slightly, "You could've!" he pulled you into a hug.

"It'll be a cold day in Hell when I need help in the bathroom from being injured," you sighed contently, "besides that part, it was pretty nice… Plus, with me being injured we were alone. Just you and me with the whole shop to ourselves for nearly a week…"

"Yeah…" Dante began to purr softly, "We have it to ourselves again--for tonight at least."

You raised a brow, "Vergil staying with Nero?"

Dante nodded, "Mhm, I asked him to…"

"You didn't have to," you looked up at him, "but at least now we don't have a curfew…"

Dante laughed, "Well--" he stopped. You felt his body stiffen and look around.

"Dante?" you let go of the hug, thinking that you'd jinxed yourself about being attacked.

However, all you saw were a few other couples and some birds. It seemed like Dante was staring at one of the couples in particular. Confused, you went to ask him what was up when you heard his throat bubble up a small snarl.

"Hey," you grabbed his arm, "everything okay?"

Dante looked down at you and then back at the couple, "Fucking assholes…"

“What?” your brow furrowed harshly, “You know them?”

His lip twitched as he spoke, his gaze not leaving the pair, “No.”

“Okay-y..?” your grip tightened on his arm, “Then what is it?”

Dante turned to you, “Kiss me.”

“... What?”

“You heard me, kiss me. ”

Although you were confused, you shrugged and leaned into Dante. Your lover grabbed you with both his hands and pulled you as close as he could. The kiss was as aggressive as it was passionate. The red devil’s lips were burning--damn near literally--and the growling had only intensified.

You raised your brow in surprise and made a small gasp as Dante began to lean you back. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Only once you were dizzy from lack of air, did Dante break off the kiss.

However, he kept you leaning back and had his forehead against yours. His turquoise eyes stared into yours as you noticed one of his ears twitch from the corner of your eye.

Whispering, you spoke, “You hear something?”

With a volume matching yours, Dante nuzzled his nose against yours, “Yeah, don’t worry about it; I made my point…”

That’s when you looked over to the pair that Dante had been glaring at before; they were leaving. Dante leaned you back up and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“What did they say?” you heard his growling begin to turn into purring.

“Just some fucking stupid shit,” he shook his head and grumbled quietly, “Why does it matter who’s in my bed, huh?”

“Ah…” you sighed. Although it was always deserved, Dante had gotten into fights with people over them saying homophobic things about the two of you, thankfully tonight he opted for love rather than violence. You turned to look up at him, resting the underside of your chin on his chest, “You know, I wouldn’t mind being in your bed right about now~” you gave him a wink and you felt his chest vibrate as he laughed quietly.

He looked down at you from the bottom of his eyes, “Good thing the shop’s empty,” Dante let go of the hug and, before you could react, swept you up off your feet; holding you from under the thighs. His voice was barely audible as he leaned into your ear, “cause I’m gonna have you screaming by the end of tonight.”

Your face turned bright red and with a shaky voice, you whispered back, “Mhm, sure you are; good luck with that, Dante.”

Dante chuckled darkly at your response, “I won't stop till you do, darlin’. ”

A shiver ran up your spine, which he noticed and smirked at you. Dante carried you the rest of the way to the shop--totally not speed-walking and excited to get home.

Once in the door, all restraint was gone. Dante slammed your back against the wall right inside the doorway and began to make out with you; doing his best to lock the door in the process. Your hands made quick work of his coat, tossing it to the floor, and began to tug at his shirt. He smirked at your eagerness and moved to allow you to take off his fabric confines.

A small groan left his lips as you groped at his arms and chest. He moved you two to the desk, placing your back against the wood. Despite your willingness to remove your clothing, Dante decided to rip off your shirt; shredding it to ribbons. Before you could tell him off for ruining another one of your shirts, he moved to bite down on your chest, “Fuck~!” you bit your lip attempting to stifle your moan.

You arched your back as he bit down harder and harshly grabbed generous handfuls of your ass. Once he was satisfied with the first bite, he moved to bite the other side--biting down even harder.

Not expecting him to pierce your flesh, you jerked your hips and pursed your lips to hold back another moan.

He released his teeth’s grip on your skin and gently placed kitten licks against the bleeding loving mark. Then he moved to kiss up your neck and whispered in a low husky voice, “You really are gonna play that game, hm?” he tugged your earlobe a bit.

“Mhm,” you heard him make a faint growling grumble at your response.

“Fine, have it your way…” Dante picked you up and took you up to the bedroom.

Standing a few feet away, he tossed you on the bed; making you bounce. Dante slid off his boots and yanked your shoes off before pinning you underneath him again, “Sure you wanna play this game, darlin’?” his eyes were emanating a low fiery orange and his pupils were already slits.

“You want me to scream, Dante?” you grabbed his arms and looked him dead in the eyes, “ Then make me. ”

He shifted his jaw to the side while eyeing you up and down before grinning slightly.

Dante reconnected with your lips and leaned his hips into yours; grinding your matching tents together. Your fingers were pressed against his body as you slid your hands down to his belt. A grumble left your lips as you struggled with his belt buckle; making him chuckle. Dante leaned upward and undid the belt for you. Before you were able to move and get a taste of the devil’s flesh, he grabbed your hands and tied them with his belt.

“There,” he smirked as you pouted slightly, “Sit still and be a good boy for me..?”

“Since when do you not want head--” you inhaled sharply as you felt Dante’s burning palm against your clothed cock.

“Tonight…” with a swift movement he tore your pants from your body, “is all about you,” he kissed your lips gently.

His hands massaged the sides of your hips as he slowly slid down to kneel before you.

“Wait,” you pulled your hips away from him slightly, “Dante--as much as I love you--last time you tried to… you kinda,” you winced at the memory.

Dante stood up, pursed his lips, and mumbled, “Fair, I don’t wanna make your dick bleed…”

“So,” you motioned with your hands, “Allow me..?”

“No, change of plans,” he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Dante--” you felt his hand gently palm your ass.

“Hm?” he noticed your sudden apprehension.

“If… If you’re going to try what I think you are… Can I at least like,” you were beyond embarrassed as you sighed, “like freshen up?”

You looked over your shoulder and saw him tilt his head slightly, clearly confused.

“Just,” you stood up and held your hands out, “please? It’ll only take a minute.”

“Sure..?” he undid the makeshift restraint, still a bit confused (bless his innocent dumbass).

With a small smile, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and quickly went to wash up in the bathroom.

Dante used this small downtime to try and find lube; since he may have tossed it somewhere during your last loving session.

“Bingo,” Dante bent down and grabbed it from a pile of discarded clothing in the corner. The red devil went over to the bedside table, placing it down for later.

Hearing you re-enter the room, Dante moved over to you, “So…” he smiled, “You good..?”

You nodded and pursed your lips, “You sure you’re okay with doing that? I--”

“Of course I am…” the red devil placed his hands on your shoulders, “It’ll be fun,” he winked.

With an audible swallow, you nodded, “Okay.”

“Now, where were we~?” Dante moved his hands down your body and leaned into you.

The two of you exchanged kisses once more. You pulled off his gloves and got Dante to drop his pants; leaving him in his rose-patterned boxers. All the while, the two of you meandered over to the bed. Once there, Dante broke off the kiss and grabbed the belt off the bed. With a smirk, you turned around and placed your hands behind you rather than in front like before; curious to see if he would try it. Which he did; however, you didn’t expect him to tie your forearms together.

Once you were nice and comfortably tied, Dante picked you up and tossed you face down into the bedding. You trembled as you felt his fingers glide up your back as he leaned over your back.

His hot breath tickled your ear as he ground himself lightly against you, “You drive me nuts, you know that?”

You smiled as you felt him kiss the nape of your neck, “Do I now?”

With his voice barely audible, Dante whispered against your shoulder, “More than anything, sugar,” his sharp teeth bit down into your shoulder as he ground his hips against yours.

A loud exhale came from your nose as you managed to keep quiet, much to the red devil’s dismay. Slowly, he kissed down your spine; stopping every once in a while to leave a hickey or bite mark. You felt his breath against the small of your back causing you to shiver.

He stood up and slid his fingers into your underwear. The red devil bit his lip as he freed you from your final bit of clothing. A sharp gasp left your mouth as he hit your ass with his palm. You shook your head and did your best to stifle any other noises while he harshly groped and played with your ass.

Dante grunted a bit, “You really are playing hardball tonight, huh?” you looked over your shoulder at him and he smiled, “Alright, fine…” you saw him open the side table drawer as your breath hitched.

The red devil leaned over you and used your tied arms to pull your body upwards. A thick maroon leather collar got wrapped around your neck. Dante smirked as he tightened it enough to give you a small buzz, then loosened it--clasping it shut. A shiver ran up your spine as you heard the click from the leash’s clip being used.

“Ass up,” he tugged on the leash, “Now.”.

Despite his confident words; Dante’s leash pull was far from anything more than a suggestion. The two of you tried out the collar a few times--which, for the record, was Dante’s idea to try--but every time, he always is too nice…

You decided that was going to change tonight, “ No. ”

Dante froze and squinted at you. He pulled the leash again and this time he pulled hard enough to yank your head back, “Move,” his voice was laced with a small growl, making you quiver with excitement.

A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you compiled, moving to rest in a downward dog position.

“Good boy,” Dante released some tension on the lead and placed a kiss on your ass.

His lips were hot as they placed kisses on your lower back and butt. A part of you wanted to beg him to hurry up, but you knew that’s what he was trying to get you to do; so you remained quiet. Dante’s teeth gently grazed your soft flesh as he used his free hand to grab a generous handful of the other cheek.

You did your best to relax, even though your body was twitching and aching for attention. A quiet groan left your mouth as you felt him spread your flesh apart. Dante bit his lip and felt a shiver go down his spine.

He ran his tongue along your crack, making you lurch forward slightly; which, in turn, made you pull against the leash--making you moan. You could feel Dante smirk at your reaction as he continued his ministrations. His body and mouth were burning hot as he pushed further against your ass.

A small grimace found its way to your face as you did your best to stay quiet, but goddamn Dante was making it hard.

His tongue was moving against two different spots of your rim; courtesy of his two-way split. Along with that, he used his free hand to gently and carefully stroke your cock. Dante moved from your hole to the flesh of your right cheek, giving you a hickey on the sensitive skin.

Through gritted teeth, you moaned, “Dante, fuck~”

You felt his hot breath wash over your ass as he smiled, “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” your voice trembled as you responded, slowly losing your will to stay quiet.

“Good,” he placed a kiss on the newly formed bruise, “That’s what I want to hear.”

Dante moved back to your crack as he ran his tongue along it and used his nose as well. His stubble tickled at the skin of your body making you quiver. He returned to his earlier treatment of your needy hole; however, this time, he moved his tongue faster against the sensitive folds.

“Ngh,” your breath was heavy as you tried to stay composed, “God~”

Once satisfied with the results, Dante moved to the left cheek and gave it the same treatment as the other side; leaving a loving mark.

He pulled back on the leash, “Up.”

You sat upwards, sitting on your calves.

Dante placed kisses along your neck and held your body snug to his; grinding his still-clothed cock against your back. His free hand ghosted around your lower abdomen; not quite reconnecting with your aching dick. You grumbled something too quiet for Dante to hear.

“Gotta speak up, baby,” he sunk his teeth into a new spot on your neck.

“Fuck~!” your head leaned back.

He smirked and proceeded to create another one and then another; enjoying the sounds of his victory.

With a jerk of your hips, you let out an unrestrained moan, “Dante, please~”

“Please what, darlin’?” Dante kissed your jawline.

“I yield, just,” you felt his cock twitch against your back, “please!”

“Gotta be more specific baby,” he placed tepid kisses along your bitten-up neck and shoulder.

“Please, just… fuck me,” your voice was strained and you wriggled against your restraints.

He stopped his kisses and you could feel him smile against your skin, “Since you asked so nicely…” A surprised squeak left your lips as he pushed you forwards, putting you back face down into the bed. Dante reached for the bottle of lube he had placed on the side table, opening it.

He released his hold on the leash as he moved to take off his final bit of clothing. Quickly, he used his dexterous fingers to stretch you out enough for his cock; seems like he was just as excited as you.

“You ready?” Dante grabbed the leash again.

You nodded.

Dante yanked on the leash, “Didn’t quite hear you.”

“Y-yes s-sir,” you sputtered at the sudden quick squeeze from the leather on your throat.

“Good boy…”

The red devil bit his lip as he positioned his dick with your entrance, teasing you with his tip.

After a minute, you broke, “Please, Dante,” you desperately groaned, “fuck me- I need you.”

He let out a low breathy chuckle. Seeing you so desperate for him made him want to annihilate your body; to shove himself inside you, taking him all the way down to the hilt, and watch you struggle to adjust. Dante bit his lip at the thought as he grabbed your hips tightly. A strangled snarl left his lips as he fought the urge to ram you and slowly inched his way inside your hole.

You groaned at the feeling of his thick cock stretching your insides. This part was always the hardest; between trying to take him in and having to wait for your body to adjust, it was excruciating. Getting impatient, Dante pushed the remaining few inches inside you.

“Fuck-!” you gritted your teeth and let out a shaky breath, “Dante, just…” your breath was heavy, “give me a minute…”

He bit his lip and spoke with a low husky growl, “Yeah…” his breath was heavy as he fought with himself to stay composed.

After a minute, you rocked your hips back into Dante’s. The red devil smiled as he moved in slow short increments before pulling out to the tip and slamming back into your hips; jolting you forward slightly.

You gave a sputtering moan in response; which only encouraged him to do it again. Dante’s pace was hard and fast, pushing you forward with every brutal thrust of his hips. Trying to keep yourself at a respectable volume, you buried your face into the bedding; which Dante did not like. He yanked on the leash making you arch your head upwards, allowing him to hear every sound you made.

With a distorted growl of a voice, Dante smugly commented, “I want to hear you submit."

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice; knowing exactly what that tone means. As quick as the thought came, it disappeared at him changing his pattern. His movement became short and hard, you knew Dante was getting close.

"Dante," you groaned and he pulled you up by the leash and your arms, making you sit on his lap, "Ngh~ Dante, please," you ground your hips against him, making him groan in return.

His mouth gently placed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he picked up the pace again. Dante held you by your restrained arms and leaned you forward a bit. You jerked your hips as he managed to hit what he was aiming for--your prostate.

He released the leash and leaned forwards into you, keeping his dick at the right angle. A warm calloused hand found its way to your dick and began to gently stroke your cock, using your precum as a lubricant.

You knocked your head back into his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around your middle, holding you close, “Ah, Dante~” you felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder once more, “Please~”

All you got in response was an unintelligible growl.

After a few more uneven thrusts, Dante came inside your ass, “Fuck~!” your legs and hips twitched as you orgasmed.

With slow movements, he rode out both of your climaxes and released his bite. His breathing was uneven as he laid his head against the side of yours, saying various forms of “I love you”.

Once you stopped twitching, Dante removed his cock and let go of your arms; allowing you to lay back down. You felt him undo the belt on your arms allowing you to move them, finally.

Dante helped turn you over and laid atop you and unclipped the leash--tossing it to the side. He was purring slightly; however, you noticed an odd feeling down towards your hips.

Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, “Dante..?”

“Hm,” he nuzzled his face into your chest, his skin still hot as burning coals.

A shaky breath left your lips as you swallowed nervously, “You’re still hard?”

Dante moved his head to look you in the eyes, which you noticed were still his Devil Trigger color, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.”

You weakly groped at his biceps, “I can go another round; it is Valentine’s after all…”

This comment made Dante move to prop himself up on his palms that were placed on each side of you, “You… you sure? I don’t want to overdo… you .”

A soft smile tugged at your lips, “Of course, devil-boy,” you winked, “show me what you’ve got.”

Dante sloppily kissed your lips as your hands moved from his arms to his hair. You knew that playing with his hair was a surefire way to get him riled up and today was no exception.

Your lover broke off the kiss and stared you in the eyes, “Last chance, babe. I won’t hold it--”

Lovingly you pulled his hair, making his lip twitch with a growl.

He sat upright on his knees and allowed himself to let go. Seeing him trigger was always a treat, the bright red flash and the sudden increase in heat is as arousing as it is terrifying. You stared at him with your lips parted slightly and reached to run your hands along his middle; eyeing him slowly down to his exposed grey and orange cock.

The red devil leaned back over you, “Like what you see?” he smiled, revealing his sharpened teeth and spreading his wings out; boasting confidently.

You bit your lip and ran your hand slowly back up to the sides of his neck, “Mmn, yeah…”

He pushed your jaw up with his head and kissed along your throat as his hands slowly ran down your sides, kneading into your skin.

With a voice barely audible, you whispered, “I love you, Dante…”

A small laugh left the devil’s lips as he moved back to look at you, “I love you, too,” you jerked your hips at the feeling of his hand around your cock, “my little cock-whore.”

You rocked your hips against him, “Only for you--” you gasped as Dante yanked your legs upwards, allowing them to rest on his hips.

Dante leaned back fully and looked you over. He then removed his hand from your cock and placed it on his own, stroking himself slightly while looking at you.

Once more you buckled your hips, “Please?”

His stare was heavy as he looked at your face and, without breaking eye contact, he moved his tip to your hole. The red devil’s cum from earlier acted as lube as he pushed his tip inside you.

A sudden sharp gasping moan left your lips as you felt him shove all 10 ½ inches inside. Your back arched and your mind was reeling at the feeling. Dante grinned widely as he watched your reaction and began to move without waiting.

It didn’t take long for Dante to reach the same brutal pace as before; making your ass squelch from the cum already inside you. Your mind was blank as all you could do was moan and speak unintelligible gibberish at the feeling. He decided to take this up a notch. Dante grabbed your hips and picked you up; moving to a standing position.

“Dante,” you grabbed at his body; wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, groaning at the hot leathery skin.

The red devil growled feeling your wrap yourself around him. His wings wrapped around you, holding your body closer still. It was pure nirvana. All you wanted to do was feel him more, to be made his.

Dante’s thrusts became animalistic as he fucked up into you, hiking you up slightly with each move. He began to tease you with his knot, slowly pushing it further each time; you knew he was getting close. With the little bit of strength you had left in your body, you used one hand to reach up and grab one of the large black horns on his head.

That pushed him over the edge; he used his hands to shove your hips down onto his cock and forced his knot inside you. You shouted as your body jerked at the feeling; followed by your head leaning back limply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The red devil let out a loud roar of a climax and pierced your hips with his claws, gripping them ever-tighter. A small whimper left Dante’s lips as he felt your muscles constrict his cock.

Despite him still being buried to the hilt, cum had already begun to drip from your ass and to the floor. You carefully placed your forehead against his and placed both your palms on his chest, feeling the rumble of his breathing. The two of you shared a gentle kiss--one without lust or need, but rather, one of pure love.

A few minutes passed as you felt him slowly begin to slide out of your body. Dante slowly de-triggered; starting with his head and torso and ending with the furthest things from his body.

Your hips involuntarily jerked at the feeling of his wings no longer supporting you and the feeling of his cock finally leaving you. Dante moved his hands to grab onto you better, “Easy, easy; I’ve got you,” he moved you back to the bed and laid you down gently.

A small pang of pride touched his heart as he saw how submissive he had made you and removed the long-forgotten collar around your neck. With a small sweet kiss on your cheek, Dante whispered, “I’ll be right back for you, okay?” with that, he left the room to go draw a bath.

Admittedly, right now you were pretty out of it so his words didn’t even register. Your blinking had slowed to the point of you being on the verge of a nap when he returned.

He smiled at the sight, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he picked you up, which pulled you right out of your sleepy state and made you hiss in slight pain, “Sorry,” Dante placed a kiss on your forehead.

The water was warm as he set you down in the tub. He joined you in the water and you gave him a meek smile as you tried desperately to stay awake. Noticing this, Dante grabbed one of your hands, “You can nap, darlin’. I’ll take care of you,” he didn’t have to tell you twice as you drifted to sleep.

When he finished cleaning your body and tending to some of the more intense love marks he left; Dante picked you up once more; this time, he picked you up bridal style. Just like before, you woke up.

The red devil didn’t seem to notice; however, so you reached up to his face and palmed it gently. He smiled and leaned into your touch. Carefully, he set you down in bed and, after turning off the lights, joined you underneath the sheets.

Although you were exhausted, you managed to wriggle yourself closer to him. The two of you were laying face to face; or rather, face to chest. You looked up at Dante, “I love you,” you sighed and closed your eyes, “so, so much, Dante…”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, purring with pure happiness, “I love you, too… Happy Valentine’s baby…”

Ending Notes: 💟Holy crap that was long. Admittedly, this would've been done yesterday but I was having a really bad day; so this kinda thing was not a good idea to write. 💟Please let me know if y'all liked this; I am still working on improving my smut writing skills, so any feedback would be great!! 💟Also, enjoy this happy story because the next ones (which are like 99% Vergil-related) are angst mixed with other things.

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