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Day 6 - Beloved Spouse

day six of #enbymcweek2020

The sun had reached its highest point hours ago and in their private chambers, Lochlan sat on the edge of the bed, nervously clasping and unclasping the gold buttons on their dress-shirt sleeve. Where is Julian? It had already been a long lonely morning with a delicious but lonely breakfast followed by a flurry of servants, seamstresses, and excited visitors rehashing plans for the evening. They forwent lunch, having felt too nervous to eat, and now the time was drudging on far too slowly. A knock at the door startled them, and with a sharp leap to their feet, they raced over to open it.

Portia stood before them, hand still raised awkwardly with her fist clenched about to knock again, and she smiled. “Lochlan,” She said. “May I come in?” Without a word, they scramble to the side, gesturing with a wide sweep of their hand for her to enter and she grins. “So dramatic, just like Ilya…” “Please,” they replied. “Take a seat, I was actually about to call for you.” “Really?” She asked. “Yes. I...I just wanted to talk with you.” “Oh!” Portia looked around for a moment, unsure of what to do or where to sit before she settled onto the ottoman where Lochlan had been having their hair cleaned and styled. They returned to the edge of the bed, smiling as they thought of where to start. “I-” “I-” A pause. “I just-” “You-” Portia snapped her mouth closed and covered it with her hand, winking at Lochlan to speak first “I feel like I should have a whole speech prepared or something,” They said. “I’ve sat and talked with you plenty since we’ve met, even after Julian and I were engaged, yet it feels so strange now…” “We’re about to become family,” she replied. “Though if I’m honest, you’ve been one of us long before my brother proposed.” With a hot blush, they looked down at their garb. Long flowing pants settling over their legs like a long lush skirt of satin and gauzy lace. Sandals with long strips snaked up their ankles to their calves beneath the fabric. Despite the ease of appearance, it had taken a team to dress them during the day. “Lochlan,” Portia murmured. She waited until they looked up again, a shaky smile gracing their lips. “Are you nervous?” She asked. “I shouldn’t be…” They replied. “But...yes.” “That’s fine!” She replied. “I think everyone is nervous on a day like this...“ She stood up and Lochlan rose as well, watching as she closed the distance between them, forgoing all etiquette and throwing her arms around them in a crushing hug, lifting them off the ground. “Portia!” They shrieked with a laugh. “I just came here from Ilya’s room where I did the same to him,” She replied. With barely any hint of effort, she set them down gently, brushing out the wrinkles in their outfit. “Both of you look amazing, by the way,” She added. “I can’t wait until you get to see each other for the first time this evening.” “I can’t wait to see him either…” Lochlan replied dreamily. “So do you have everything you need, then?” She asked. “You have the four essentials? You know, old, new, borrowed, and blue?” Lochlan took a moment to think. “Well, the outfit is new…” They replied. “I’ve had these sandals forever,” They added with a kick of one foot. “So there’s the old…” “Here!” Portia said, hopping up to her tiptoes and giving them one last firm squeeze of a hug. “Borrow some of my good vibes.” She beamed. “Thank you, Portia.” they laughed. “As for something blue…” Friend! Lochlan jumped at the sudden echo in their mind, looking over to the open window, they saw Faust’s little head poke up from the window sill. “Faust?” Lochlan asked. They walked over, holding a hand out for her to slither up, coiling around their arm, and booped her snoot on their cheek. Suddenly a knock resonated from the door, and when Portia hurried to open it, Asra stepped inside, followed closely by Muriel. “Are you ready, Lochlan?” Asra asked. “Everything is all set up and everyone is waiting.” “It’s time?” They asked. “Yes,” Asra replied. “And I see Faust found you with no problems.” “Just in time too,” Portia said. “We couldn’t find anything blue for them.” “Well, I can certainly let you borrow Faust for the ceremony.” “But I already borrowed Portia’s good vibes.” Lochlan replied. “Whose to say you can’t double borrow?” She asked. “Looks like you’re all set now, sibling-in-law.” The first herald bell tolled, a sound that echoed throughout the palace grounds, probably heard even to the old neighborhood. Anyone who wanted to bear witness to a wedding in the palace was waiting in the main garden now. A massive celebration was about to unfold. “It’s time for you to go!” Asra added, taking their free hand and dragging them from the room. Ilya is already down there waiting.” Not another second to be afraid. No time to run away, not that they’d ever want to. Asra pulled them by the hand down the palace steps with Muriel and Portia bringing up the rear and the music getting louder. This is it.

The setting sun blazed just beyond the trees, and the ambient fountain sounds mixed with the strings of the band Nadia had hired. She stood in line behind Julian now, nodding to Muriel who silently took his place behind her. Asra looped his arm around Lochlan’s waiting for the shift in music, from one of attention to one of peace and beauty. Heads turned to face the end of the long flower petal laden ground. Portia took her place, standing in a very particular spot which would serve as the in-between for Lochlan before her and Asra behind her. “It’s your time to shine, my friend.” Asra whispered. Lochlan only nodded as they began the descent, one hundred paced or so, and they’d be there. People from all over Vesuvia, those who cared for local gossip and could afford the trip, had gathered from every district, now they waved, blew kisses, tossed flowers and shiny gems toward the betrothed and the one giving them away, decorating their path and leaving beauty in their wake. The first thing Lochlan noticed were the tears welling up in Julian’s eye and soaking through the decorative patch over his red eye. A blush spilled over his cheeks and up to his ears, a stark contrast to his own crisp white outfit with cool teal and fine gold. The smile on his face was almost as bright as the sun. He looks incredible… Lochlan drowned out the music once they’d passed the first row of seating. The people who had earned priority seating, the nobles, and the family friends were more composed than the guests who arrived from other towns, no longer speaking and wishing good graces or throwing flowers and jewels, but fond expressions and bowed heads met them at each glance. Just thirteen more rows… Lochlan counted them down as they walked by, trying to keep their heart from racing right out of their chest. Asra’s grip grew tighter on their fingers, a gentle affirming squeeze. “Calm down…” He whispered. Lochlan blushed, knowing that Asra felt it whenever their pulse picked up, a blessing and a curse from their shared heart. They took a deep breath, smiling as Julian’s face became clearer. His mouth silently formed an “I love you” which Lochlan responded too as well. In the center of the arranged altar was a stone table holding a quill, the marriage certificate, a glass of red wine they would drink from together, as well as a bowl of salt that Asra would sprinkle on them once they’d said their vows. An effort of purification and protection over their matrimonial binds. Praetor Vlastomil stood with a thick book, muttering about proceeding quickly so he could return to the vital worm business he had been working on before his summons. One glare from Nadia and he shut up quickly, plastering on a large smile and beginning his speech as Asra placed a hand on Lochlan’s shoulder, bowing his head and then standing behind Portia. “Beloved citizens...We are gathered here today at the palace of Vesuvia to honor the promise of two individuals in a legally binding marriage. Julian Devorak, the esteemed palace physician, and Lochlan of Zadith, the...esteemed...Magician... Have made the decision to devote themselves and the rest of their lives to each other, and it is with great honor that I lead these two souls into a partnership of prosperity. To begin the vows, I ask you, Doctor Julian Devorak, do you take Lochlan of Zadith to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to honor their glory through hell or high water, to cherish and to support them as long as you both shall live?” Without any hesitation, Julian grinned widely as the next fifty to a hundred years flashed before his eyes “I do.” He said. And do you, Lochlan of Zadith, take Julian Devorak to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor his glory through hell or high water, to cherish and to support him as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” They replied immediately. “Please take turns signing the official declaration of marriage, he said, fluttering boney hands down onto the certificate and handing Julian the quill first. His swooping hand guided the ink, scrawling out his name before the nerves could cause him to shake, but once the quill lifted, Lochlan couldn’t help the smirk when they realized how badly Julian trembled. They took it from him, dipping it into the inkwell and signing their name in the next space. Once the paper was signed, Vlastomil raised the goblet of red wine. “May your life together be as sweet as the berries that crafted this wine, may this full goblet serve as a symbol for full life and a fruitful partnership.” As he bowed his head, and placed the cup into Julian’s hands, he took a drink, and Lochlan watched the very slight recoil as he lower the cup, licking his lips and trying to conceal the scowl of disgust. Lochlan took the cup from him, taking a sip and crinkling his nose at the sour tannins and the oaky finish of this particularly bitter glass of wine. “May the magician Asra Alnazar step forward…” Vlastomil continued. Asra bowed his head respectfully stepping up beside Vlastomil and lifted the bowl of salt. “With the power bestowed to me by mages and missionaries, I bless your union, offering protection and purity to your lives.” He said. “If there are no objections to this union, I, Praetor of Vesuvia, a royal expert on worms and law, now pronounce you husband and spouse, may you now finish out the binding ritual with a kiss.” Before Lochlan could even respond, Julian riushed them, arms tightly wrapped around their own and lips crashing down on theirs with tenacity. The noise building up in the base of his throat serving as a promise for later once they were alone. The music began again, and Julian beamed, slowly dragging his thumb across their cheek and took their hand, leading them in a much quicker pace from the altar all the way down the fourteen rows of seating, and then the crowds beyond that, leading them right into the next chapter of their lives.

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spirit-of-the-void · 5 years

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Gunpowder and Flower Petals (Dante x Reader Fanfic) Chapter Two

Author’s notes: Howdy yall--here’s chapter two of this soft, soft shit

Chapter Two

~Coffee Creamer and Tea Leaves~

Closing down your shop for the day was...an event.

The afternoon is usually rife with customers, people sneaking by the shop to get gifts for their spouses or partners before heading home from work. Many of those you always call those “apology flowers”--it was fitting, because most come through the door with an air of someone seeking to apologize. Husbands who argue with their wives before work and regret it all day, partners who forget anniversaries and scramble to make up for it with a lovely bouquet. The latter was a bit adorable--it was kind of cute seeing some flustered human being come through the door and try to gather together a makeshift present, begging for the best flower combination for anniversaries or birthdays. Maybe it wasn’t any of your business to interfere, but each flower was sent out with the hopes that it might make someone’s day a bit better, a little more bright.

But that was only one half of the day. The other was spent with you flustered on your own, pattering about the store and leaving a trail of flower petals in your wake to constantly clean. At some point the shop romba was turned on to constantly keep up with the mess, customers making sure to be mindful of it at all times. Better than someone walking in and slipping on a pile of petals. A lawsuit was definitely not something you needed to top off the day, but the flowers in your hair would not stop. By the day’s end orchids were blooming in the curls, an occasional vine caressing your face like a lovers touch. And how fitting, considering what was keeping things so distracting--the encounter with Dante had not left your thoughts, his handsome face and coy smile causing the most unbelievable excitement and nervousness.

When would he return to your shop?

You realized belatedly that he gave to set day, which was a bit disappointing to be completely honest. Would it take days? Weeks? The flowers lasted so long, so very long, at for once that brought along dismay and anxiousness. Would he only return when the roses finally wilted? Christ, if he took care of them that wouldn’t be for ages. Your own skill and magic was becoming your undoing, mind bouncing between the math and how magic infused they were with a sense of guilt. You didn’t want the flowers to just die, they mattered to you and were so very important. Every bouquet that left deserved enough time to serve its purpose, to find happiness and give happiness in kind. Wanting anything less was incredibly selfish.

It was on this thought that you finally closed shop in the late afternoon, locks sliding into place around six and the remaining tasks before the next day already finished. New seedlings were planted, bouquets made, orders cataloged...but this only left you alone with those thoughts, all distraction attempts exhausted. Once the door was closed a heavy sigh left your lips, head leaning on glass panes and cheeks so very warm. People had asked you on dates before, hadn’t they? Many, many times. This was the only one you had actually contemplated, feeling such an unbelievable attraction that there was not even attempt to say no. Too flustered to try and get an exact date, too flustered to learn more.

“I should have asked,” You whimpered quietly, covering your face with both hands and feeling more flowers patter down your back, “Why didn’t I ask?”

Waiting was surely going to kill you.

Dante seemed a bit unconventional with how he went about dating, that was for sure. Like he was trying to leave all avenues open, not setting down any roots. Something about the thought made you feel a bit...sad, the mood following you upstairs as you prepared for the evenings rest. Spending years as a witch and serving the public had given a good sense of the aura’s customers carried with them, and Dante’s was a bit heavy. Damaged. Underneath what seemed to be a laid back, goofy exterior there was definitely a flicker of something exhausted in those pale blue eyes. You desperately hoped he would return, and not change his mind in the coming days. As it stood, you were preparing yourself not to see him again for at least a couple weeks, a strangely daunting task but one that needed to be done nonetheless.

Another sigh left your lips as you crossed the threshold into your quaint apartment above, the flowers settling down with your sadness and shoes slipped off at the door. A pleasant smell wafted through to your nostrils, the meal you had prepped in a crockpot previously in the day in its final stages of cooking. It was one of the only saving graces, the other being a familiar mew as little feet padded rapidly over the hardwood, snoot poking out to stare at you right as the door was shut. A tired smile tilted your lips, eyes meeting the blues of your cat Clover as she came bounding over to rub over your feet and ankles. Twitching her nose, meowing loudly for attention and purring up a storm. You felt leagues better immediately, scooping her up and cradling that soft, black-furred body to your face.

“Hello my darling dear,” You mumbled, letting the cat curl around you shoulders and grinning when she rubbed her nose to your ear, “I didn’t see you in the shop today at all--what was keeping you so busy up here?”

She blinked slowly at you, a bit sleepy looking. The answer to your question was probably that her daily naps had extended throughout the day, or she was too busy making heart eyes at the cat next door. Their forbidden love was always a source of amusement. Regardless, the cat door installed on the apartment entrance allowed her to come and go downstairs as she pleased--Clover knew not to knock or break anything in the shop, and the customers found the little black cat absolutely charming. Was being a witch and having a black cat cliche? Maybe, but you didn’t really care.

She lingered lazily on your shoulders as a kettle was put on for chamomile tea, crock pot lid lifted to showcase a perfectly finished dish rife with vegetables and herbs. The scent made Clover’s little nose twitch, and your mouth water.

Her meal came first, the cat immediately leaping off in excitement when a container of her cat food was pulled from the fridge. With all the resources at your disposal, making home made food for her was a lot easier--this weeks meal was Clover’s favorite, chicken and rice mixed with sweet potato. The latter was grown in your garden, providing a ton of nutrients and health benefits that kept her coat shiny and soft. Maybe going this extra mile for Clover was spoiling her a bit, but honestly with how much love and affection she gave in return you would never regret it.

The proper portion was set into a bowl for her, leaving you free retrieve the kettle and make the desired tea. It was a ritualistic process, pulling down the glass teapot and steeping the leaves slowly and carefully until no more water remained. Just the smell alone helped make you relax, emotions settling to a low simmer and heart rate finally, blessedly, back to normal. Clover scarfed down her food while you set up everything on a tray, heading to the small balcony looking out over the city and sitting down with a light sigh. One of the nearby flowerpots extended a vine to click on your tv, playing the evening news so you could listen while eating.

And like every evening...things were so peaceful. A gentle breeze to cool your food before it reached your mouth, tea perfectly steeped and sweetened by honey.

But you were still thinking about him. Dante.

A low groan left your lips, fork set down on the tray while you observed the purples and blues of the sky’s sunset. Clover had already finished eating, sensing something was up and bounding over to rest in your lap--her blue eyes were curious, eyes twitching back and forth as she pawed at the frills on your blouse. Seeing you so flustered must have been strange, and honestly you couldn’t fault the little black cat for such things. When had you ever become so undone, so absolutely smitten by one encounter with someone? Just the thought made you flush, burying your face in Clover’s fur and letting out another sigh. You knew nothing about this man, nothing. Allowing yourself to get so attached and dreamy after one encounter was such a big mistake.

One you didn’t regret in the slightest. Yet.

“Clover...I’m such a fool,” You mumbled, eyes squeezed shut and heart speeding up again as she let out an inquisitive trill, “What am I going to do? Dating someone as a witch would never work out...what if he sees my magic and runs?”

Just like your father did, all those years ago. Just the thought brought out uneasiness, emotions in a battle against everything life had taught you and everything your mother had instilled. She would have told you to pursue love, to try no matter what because there was so much inside you worthy of it, so much adoration to share. Despite what your father did, she never regretted loving him for a second, because it lead her to you after all. You wished that her confidence could be shared, her bravery--even after all these years, thinking of the advice she would give brought a hollow ache to your chest, that deep loneliness that came with the lack of her presence.

Clover sensed your sorrow, purring softly and tucking her face to the crook of your neck. It was a familiar comfort, one that brought you back to reality a bit as you stroked her soft fur.

“I’m okay,” You promised, eyes opening again to look out at the sky and see birds soaring by on their way to locations unknown, “I miss her, is all--she would have loved you a lot.”

Clover settled her small weight on your chest, little snorts of air tickling the bare skin she was pressed to. As a cat, she couldn’t really respond with words, but her aura said enough. Loving, supportive, encouraging...Clover was such a good familiar, a wonderful companion to have. Something about her presence seemed to make things calm considerably, your racing heart finding a nice middle ground with the reasonings your mother left behind. The only things you ever regretted were the ones that you never tried, never made an attempt for. It wasn’t fair to write off something like this mere hours after being offered. Mind you, the lack of solidity to this plan was...upsetting, but good things always came to those who were willing to wait. If the flowers felt good about Dante, you should too.

Clover curled up in your lap, seeming satisfied with your calmed emotions as you took a long sip of delicious tea. Staring down into its golden surface made you pause, the flower patterns at the bottom of your tea cup that of roses and their thorn stems. It sent that same thrill of excitement and nervousness down your spine, remembering the batch of that same flowers Dante had left the shop with. Well, your mother always did tell you that the universe had its ways of telling you things, didn’t she? Maybe it was best to let things flow as they were meant to.

You stared up at the light dying in the sky, a few more stray petals drifting out of your hair and onto Clover’s black head.

If Dante was to return, he would. And then...well. You would have to see, wouldn’t you?

(Dante POV)

Christ in heaven, he was a colossal fucking idiot.

His head had not left the surface of his desk for about an hour now, the hardwood leaving an imprint in his skin for certain. It was going on seven o’clock, the devil hunter exhausting every resource he had to distract himself from what an absolute jackass he had been during the day. Honestly, why couldn’t his brain form a single thought that wasn’t doused in a layer of stupid? The son of Sparda had never been the type to feel embarrassed by anything, or nervous for that matter. After years and years of risking his life, of fighting demons and overcoming lord knew how made obstacles thrown his way most things seemed absolutely trivial in his day to day life. Lights being shut off? Whatever, it happens. Surviving on a diet of pizza and ice cream? Both were great, and he had no incentive to change until now. In fact up until this very day he was content to live his life hunting demons and staring at beautiful women in magazine, convinced love and relationships were in the cups for him.

Until now, that is.

Seeing you had been like a bolt down his spine, freezing him in place scrambling to gather whatever semblance of sanity he had left. Sure, beautiful women always existed in his life--Lady and Trish were both lovely, but he had never felt an ounce of romantic inclination for either, Trish especially when she looked like that. So it was understandable that his own reaction to you was so shocking for himself, every other female encounter ending up with him shot or injured in some way. To meet someone so gut-wrenchingly soft, someone so otherworldly lovely and pure...he never thought nervousness could exist in his gut anymore, but boy howdy it was there and alive, writhing and reminding him of every stupid thing said in your presence. Every mistake, every stuttered word.

You were like a fae in real life, soft and beautiful with flowers pinned to your hair. The way sunlight glinted off your locks had rendered him speechless, a floral scent clinging to your form like perfume that made him feel dizzy. Honestly, when was the last time he met someone with an otherworldly presence that wasn’t demonic? It was a breath of fresh air, your gentle smile and blushing face as you hid behind that turtleneck sending several of cupid’s arrows through his heart. It was all he could to not show how flustered he was visibly, barely maintaining a cool exterior as a thousand nervous, strange emotions raged inside.

Dante never felt such immediate attraction to a woman before. Never. So how was he supposed to handle it?

Even as a child crushes hadn’t been a thing, too much stress and chaos keeping his life firmly rooted. So to have an experience like that now, in his forties? Bad. He didn’t even know how old you were, too spaced out to ask. For that matter, he offered a coffee date to you without even setting up a fucking date. Awful, terrible, the worst. How rude could he be, leaving without setting up any specifics and just carrying your name on his tongue, like a prayer he didn’t dare utter aloud outside the sanctuary of your shop. As if his mouth was somehow tainted, ready to bring all his sins crashing down on you. Things seemed so cut and dry in the moment, his mind not allowing him to leave until some new connection to you was made. But...thinking it through, how could he hope to bring you anywhere near a life like his?

Too dangerous. Too terrible. But…

Why was there so much doubt? All he could think of was your soft lips, tilting into a light smile and your eyes so very bright…

Dante groaned, hitting his head on the desk lightly a few times like it would somehow jar the thoughts out of his stubborn skull. So lost in his own self punishment, he didn’t notice Lady and Trish walking in through the double doors of his shop. Even when they both stopped in front of the desk, watching his pitiful display of woe and misery with confused eyes he still didn’t look up. How early was too early to go back to your shop? He couldn’t just keep you waiting for weeks without notice, that was so much worse. Would it be weird to call your shop phone, could he even handle the embarrassment of admitting he forgot to set up a date? And then that all encompassing question--should he even bother? Maybe it would be better to nip this in the bud before it bloomed more, the analogy hitting far too close to home.

But those roses sat on a vase mere inches away, the scent of them reminding Dante of you.

I’m the biggest dumbass in the land.

Lady shook her head when he groaned again, adding a few more head thuds to the mix.

“You got me, Trish. I don’t know what’s up with numbnuts today myself,” She commented, finally making Dante pause and look up through the white curtain of his own hair. The fellow huntress was smirking in light amusement, leaning against his desk with both arms folded, “What’s got your panties in a twist, Dante? Gotta say, this is new even for you.”

Trish rolled her eyes, planting one hand on her hip as Dante gave an non-competitive grunt in response, “Did Vergil shit in your cheerios or something this morning?”

Wow, he hated that a lot. But shockingly Vergil had left him alone since he returned from the flower shop, sitting on a nearby couch with a book and content to let his brother simmer in whatever cloud had him in its grasp. In fact, in the past hour Vergil hadn’t said a word, so Dante could only imagine what his own face had looked like when he finally came back with those roses. Vergil had only raised a single brow when Dante set up the vase, lips firmly sealed shut all the way until his head hit the desk for that first time. Either he enjoyed his siblings suffering far too much to intervene, or he was curiously trying to see how long it would play out before Dante would say something about it. Vergil was stubborn like that, he would never be the first to engage conversation, always leaving that up to his other twin.

Problem was, Dante didn’t know what to say either.

He finally tilted his head up, chin resting on the desk as he stared at the two perplexed women with a forlorn expression. Another groan escaped his lips, tempered in self loathing as he replied to them, “I’m a big fucking dumbass is the issue...I need you both to talk me out of something.”

That certainly wasn’t the response they were expecting, but judging by the snort Vergil released he was in heavy agreement with his brother’s statement.

Lady ignored him, idly playing with one of the rose’s petals as she stared at the red spot on Dante’s forehead from hitting his head, “Alright, I’ll bite. What are we talking you out of this time? A mission? A job? Spending money on something stupid?”

“No frivolous purchases.” Vergil hissed from the couch, finally raising his head from the book and skewering Dante with an icy stare. As if the sword in his hand pointed at his brother’s head wasn’t enough of a threat. The older Sparda definitely took his new role at Devil May Cry far too seriously, as much as it helped business.

It was just a shame that they were both still disasters in other matters. Like cooking and cleaning.

Regardless, Dante let out a hefty sigh, trying to stifle his own embarrassment and reluctance so he could communicate what was needed. Honestly, he couldn’t talk himself out of it after seeing your smile when asking you out to coffee, the way your cheeks and ears flushed that beautiful pink and a hint of delight entered your eyes. Flower petals had fallen from your hair onto the counter like snowfall, your skin soft and lovely when he had touched it. And...

Fuck. He was just making this harder.

Swallowing his own pride, Dante let out a light sigh, eyes closing and tone glum as he muttered, “I need you...to convince me not to follow through with asking a woman out at the flower shop.”

Boy, if silence had a physical presence he was sure feeling it.

He looked up to see Trish and Lady staring in various stages of shock, Lady’s brows practically touching her hairline and lips popped open. As for Vergil, he looked on with flat annoyance, like this was somehow exactly what he had feared would be the issue for someone like Dante, something silly and trivial. The women at least knew him for a while now, both knowing just how terrible his history with romance was. Hell, he rarely showed a molecule of interest for anyone who approached him with those sorts of intentions. Things were supposed to be fine as they were, he was perfectly content with dying alone, right?

Right?

Trish let out a low breath at his request, seeming at a loss for words as she pushed off from the desk. Heading for the kitchen, blonde hair swishing back and forth as she replied, “I’m going to need coffee for a conversation like this.”

She disappeared around the corner, a low smirk of mischief growing on her lips. It was echoed by Lady, much to Dante’s growing foreboding as she leaned over the desk with heavy interest in her multi-colored eyes. That was definitely not the reaction he had been hoping for, feeling like this might have the opposite effect of what was intended. Lady looked like she was staring at a delicious gift, one that would most certainly not be passed up on in a lifetime. It occurred to Dante then that both women would definitely want details on all this madness, finding far too much enjoyment in seeming him flustered.

Son of a bitch.

“I want details right now,” Lady demanded, sitting on the desk and crossing her legs as Dante leaned back and groaned again, “Spill it--who is this girl? When did you ask her out? Why don’t you wanna go on with it?”

He was just full of bad ideas that day, it would seem. This one was starting to take the cake.

A sigh left his lips, head resting on his hands as Lady practically vibrated with excitement, “I take it back--nevermind, I’ll figure it out by myself.”

“No way!” Lady huffed in heavy complaint, flicking his forehead with hard fingers and staring with heavy disgust, “You don’t get to just do that--come on, give me some details and I’ll help you work things out, okay?”

A bit of genuine concern entered her tone near the end, reminding Dante that underneath all the mischief she did care about his well being. Seeing him in such a disaster state must not have been fun, in fact he was willing to bet Lady had never seen him so conflicted on anything. Vergil’s “death”, remembering the loss of his mother, the incidents of the Qliphoth tree...Everything else was so easy to bottle up inside, to keep his cool and play it off in an air of not caring. But with you...just thinking about your lips again made his face feel warm, one hand resting on his mouth and eyes darting to the side. And worse--Lady saw that light flush to his cheeks, her eyes going a tad wider and that sense of interest growing in spades.

“Come on!” She practically whined, shaking him on the shoulder and staring pleadingly at him, “I just wanna help! This is killing me Dante, killing me.”

“Fine!” He sighed in heavy exasperation, pulling away from her insistent hand with firm disapproval in his expression, “Shit I don’t know...I just...went to her flower shop today to get roses.” Mentioning it aloud felt so strange, one hand carding through his hair and his words still muffled by his other one, “Kyrie mentioned that there was a great place to get roses, so I went there to buy a new set. And...well...met her there.”

By this point, Lady was looking absolutely riveted. Trish came next, passing by Vergil with a tray of coffee cups that she handed out to everyone in kind--minus the surly, spiky haired Sparda, of course. He didn’t seem perturbed, focusing back on his book and not seeming interested in the story being told. At least...that’s what it seemed like. But his cold eyes kept darting up briefly, disapproval in his expression as Dante relayed the day’s events.

He gratefully took the cup of coffee from Trish, chugging half of the water contents down with a sense of relief--she still remembered how he took it, with cream and sugar.

“I’ve never seen you show interest in a woman outside of those shitty magazines,” She commented, setting her cup down on one with a face of disapproval, “So what’s the issue, Dante? You don’t get messed up over just anyone, yet you’re already throwing in the towel.”

Well shit. He didn’t exactly expect the two to take this seriously, but they clearly were. It made the devil hunter pause, scratching the back of his head and wondering just how to explain himself. Nothing really seemed to cover it, nor did anything really cover just how jarring the day had been. It all seemed so...silly now that he was back in Devil May Cry, surrounded by reality.

“Shit,” Dante muttered, trying to regain his usual air of calm as he thought over her question, “She’s just...soft, okay? Too soft to get involved with me, with flowers in her hair and not a single mean bone in her body. I told her the next time I stopped by I’d take her out for coffee, but what if she doesn’t even like coffee? Didn’t set up a proper date or anything, so I’m pretty fucking sure I should just shut this down before she gets disappointed.”

Trish rose a brow at that, seeming heavily skeptical as she sipped from her cup of coffee. Very loudly, over-exaggerated.

“Well, you were right about being a dumbass,” She commented simply, tapping her nails on the side of the mug and shaking her head, “Can’t believe you asked the girl out and didn’t even solidify a date.”

“Fuck--Don’t make me feel worse…!”

Dante pressed his head to the desk again, a low moan breaking from his throat while Trish and Lady snickered about it. Honestly, this was just par for the course for someone like him--many other encounters hadn’t been made with the smartest of choices, the devil hunter spewing whatever came to mind and ending up in a lot of fistfights. Hell, his first encounter with Nero, his own nephew, was fighting him in Fortuna. Not really the ideal scenario, but he had turned that around in the end, Nero now seeing him as a friend and business partner. At least...that’s what his uncle hoped, especially after so many years of interactions and fighting demons together. Even with Lady and Trish he hadn’t been the sharpest tool in the shed, but now were both on friendly speaking terms and no longer trying to kill each other.

Regardless, you weren’t like them. It wasn’t right to get someone so soft and innocent wrapped up in his bullshit, those types of actions weren’t likely to get you on comfortable terms with the devil hunter. Honestly he wouldn’t be shocked if you turned him down if or when he ever came back. It would be deserving with the behavior he showed, the complete stupidity. But the idea of earning your displeasure was just...very disappointing. Almost heartbreaking, and he didn’t know why. Surely it wouldn’t matter after just one interaction? Dante had moved on from a lot more than this, had brushed off tragedy and death a thousand times over. Why did this matter so much? Why was he still thinking about it?

Lady patted his head lightly, like a doting, sympathetic mother as she cooed, “There there...why don’t you go back tomorrow then and take her out? I bet she’d understand if you told her that you were just a bit flustered and forgot to set a day.”

They were encouraging this? Why? Dante lifted his head lightly, a frown tilting down his lips as he met Lady’s amused gaze.

“Do you honestly think that’s a good idea?” He said in a doubtful tone, scratching the back of his white hair and looking away from the annoyed stare she gave in response, “Seriously, Lady. She’s not exactly the type who’s meant to be around someone like me.”

Trish rolled her eyes before Lady could reply, setting down the now-empty mug and skewering him in place with a solid glare. Dante hated when she looked at him like that--it was way too close to be scolded by his mother, sending him right back to childhood in an instant. As far from Eva as Trish was, her appearance was still a painful thing to deal with from time to time. Not that he would ever admit it aloud--it was just another thing to swallow down, to deal with like as if it didn’t hurt him all that much.

She crossed her arms again, blond hair spilling over one shoulder as she said sternly, “Didn’t think you the type to wallow in self pity like that, Dante. You’ll never know if she’s meant to be around you or not unless you actually put some spine into it,” Trish stood from the desk, taking a few of the empty mugs and setting them on the tray with a bit too much force, “Honestly? A woman in your life could do you some good--maybe this girl could tell you how to eat properly and take regular showers for once.”

Ouch, they were really going right for his eyebrows, weren’t they? Dante winced at the stinging statement, sniffing his jacket lightly to make sure he wasn’t releasing any sort of odor. Not that he could really tell, but doing so only made Trish sigh louder as she walked away in the kitchen’s direction. Vergil seemed less than pleased as well, finally closing his book with a firm snap and lifting his icy gaze to Dante’s face. Maybe him getting involved might finally be the one to talk him out of it? Surely Vergil wouldn’t want him to fall to such distractions, to keep him focused on missions and not bringing any soft, weak humans into the house? Dante was almost hopeful for some biting words from Vergil for once in his god damn life, but there seemed to be a higher power out to prove him wrong.

Instead of bringing out the “weak human” card that Dante anticipated, Vergil let out an annoyed sigh, displeasure in every line of his face as he addressed his sibling, “To be a coward is to shame our father Sparda,” He said sharply, making Dante blink with his mouth agape, “Honestly? All this has proven is that you are far more disappointing than I had once perceived. Maybe utilize that single brain cell bouncing around your skull and think things through without pitying yourself.”

Are you fucking kidding? Vergil was getting in on this too? Dante stared in silent disbelief, unable to even feel insulted with just how astronomically fucked it sounded to have Vergil support anything that wasn’t related to business or power.

Can’t a single person talk me out of this today? Anyone?

Lady let out a bark of a laugh at Vergil’s comment, pointing a finger at his face as she retorted, “There’s a single brain cell shared between you Sparda boys, Vergil. If you loan it to Dante, then what will you do for the week?”

His brother had the common decency to look aggravated, crossing his legs and staring back with a cold stare. But no reply was given, Vergil merely opening his book back up with his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Lady snorted, turning back to Dante and lightly pinching his cheek, earning a low grunt as the son of Sparda tried to pull away from her sharp fingertips. Christ, there was a lot of manhandling going around that day, wasn’t there?

“Go see her tomorrow,” Lady commanded, tone holding no room for arguments as she finally released Dante’s abused face, “Bring a nice gift, take her to a cute little cafe and talk about stuff. Don’t blow this off because there’s no way in hell we can let you become one of those crusty old men who dies a virgin.”

Dante sighed softly, rubbing his cheek and raising a single brow at her comment, “Bold of you to assume I’m a virgin.”

“Bold of you to assume that I give a damn.”

That was fair.

But despite the banter and his own hesitations...Dante nodded, staring down at the remaining mouthfuls of coffee waiting at the bottom of his glass and feeling absolutely stupid. All things considered, maybe he shouldn’t have made such a big fuss about things? Trish was right, he wasn’t a coward and this line of thinking was just him trying to avoid commitment, trying to keep newcomers away. Something about seeing your smile again made him feel...hopeful, filled with nervous anticipation. The scent of flowers, the sunlight glinting from those silken locks--More than anything, more than their encouragements Dante just wanted to see you again, wanted to know more about the girl behind that soft, adorable smile.

It was all he could think about as he swirled the remaining coffee in his glass, Lady and Trish’s discussions fading into the background as he contemplated what kind of gift to bring, what you would even like.

Because lord knew he certainly couldn’t bring flowers.

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 5 years

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Is Jeith open for a asks? I just want s8 James and Keith interacting. Griffin went to apologize and try to open a friendship with Keith but the other one is been stubborn so James decides to loosen him up with a good tickle until Keith is begging for mercy and definitely has changed his mind to try and be friendly with James.

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Keith Kogane, James Griffin

A/N: I don’t really ship Jeith but I thought this was such a cute idea! Sorry about the wait and I hope you enjoy!

Description: After Keith returns to the Garrison, James finds himself swimming more often than not in guilt. Finally, when he gets a moment alone with his former victim, he decides to try and make amends.

When professor Wright heard a shriek from the gymnasium, the last thing he thought he’d see was a tickle fight between two rivals. While walking to the Atlas to run through a list of supplies with Sam Holt, he’d heard a shriek that caused him to jump. It wasn’t one of fear, nor one of pain. He couldn’t put his finger one it.

Peering through the small crack of the doors, he was taken back. James Griffin, someone who had bullied Keith to the point the kid ended up getting kicked out of the Garrison, now had his former victim on the floor, fingers traveling about his stomach.

His brown and scarred eye they were still going at it when he passed by again, then he may intervene. Until then, let them work out.... whatever that was. He never hated James, but he had little tolerance for bullying, not to mention the fact he’d throw Keith’s parents in his face almost every time. But... Griffin had matured over the last few years.... or maybe not.

Eh, whatever this was, might as well let them be dorks before the upcoming mission.

Since laying eyes on Keith, James had felt guilt slowly building within him. He new Keith was still around after leaving as he’d heard Adam talk about him with other teachers, but when he went missing... the male felt terrible. He wanted to apologize for being such a jerk to him, but never got the chance too.

Even when he saw Keith again, they didn’t get off on the best foot as James was trying to take control of a situation he had no say in, irritating his superiors to the point he was warned about being on thin ice. He may have crossed the line when it came to what he’d said to the yellow paladin, but they were all under some serious pressure and stress!

Nevertheless, during one of his morning workouts, he was a bit surprised to see the once “emo” teen he went to school with sparring alongside his wolf. They had some impressive moves. He watched for a while before approaching during their water break.

“Not bad Kogane.” Keith chocked a bit on his water before turning his head, wiping water off his chine. His eyes were wide, narrowing once seeing who was approaching him. “What do you want?” So cold! James sighed, he kind of deserved that.

“Well, I did come in here to train but, I see you and this little cutie beat me to it.” He squatted down, offering a hand to the thirsty wolf. Kosmo lifted his wet snoot out of the water before testing this new human. He sniffed his hand warily before booping into it with a tail wag.

Keith was going to sass him like he would Lance, but stopped when seeing Kosmo take to the former bully. “Well you could join... I guess.” Keith didn’t see why him being there was a problem, completely missing that James was just trying to joke around and make small talk.

The other was a bit shocked at the sudden invite. He looked up with a genuine smile that slowly turned into a smirk. “Alright then. Let’s see what your made of then Kogane.” Keith smirked back before offering a hand to help the other to his feet.

James took the offer and stood, Kosmo watching them in confusion. “So, what do you have in mind,” the brunette asked as their hands fell back. “Basic sparring?” James nodded, ready to take the other on. Keith looked to his baby and gave him a few head scratches and a kiss. “Sit tight and relax boy.” He headed further into the gym with his former classmate, stance ready.

James imitated him before both took off towards the other. Limbs clashed and flew about as they tried to take the other down. That was.... before Griffin decided to play dirty. Keith’s eyes widened when the brunette slid behind him, arms wrapping around his torso and a leg knocking him off his feet.

He fell to the ground, James practically spooning him from behind before swinging up onto his hips. There was a snort as Keith’s struggle stopped, his hands pined to the cool floor. The dark haired male panted softly, a look of shock on his face. “Heh, thought they trained you paladins.”

And there came the growl.... that wasn’t from Kosmo. Purple eyes narrowed as frustration started to come up. “Oh? Hit a bit of a nerve did I?” His smirk fell when he noticed Keith not taking to well to the teasing. “Alright, alright. Round two?”

He was quick to get off Keith, offering a hand. He expected the other to knock it aside and storm off like the old Keith would.... but he didn’t. He took the hand with a sigh and... a pout?! “Yeah, let’s go.” James was shocked. His facial expression quickly changed to a smirk as he pulled Keith into him, arms wrapped around him.

The black paladin was taken off guard, face turning a bit pink. “Wh-What are you doing?” He felt hands moving down to his lower sides and waist. “Giving you a deserved training exercise.” What was that supposed to- oh no. No, no, no, no, no! Keith covered his mouth, his weight shifting from one leg to another. “W-Whahait!” Kosmo’s head popped up in interest as he watched his dad squirm around.

“What? Something wrong?” Keith could hear the smirk in the other’s voice. “Sthahahaop thahaht!” The taller tried to push down on the other’s wrists but to no avail. “Nice to see you can smile oh fearless leader of Voltron.” Why was he being so playful?! Keith snorted, falling into James a bit. “Thahhat tickles! Jhahaames!”

The shorter laughed a bit before slowly slinking down with his captive. “Something the matter Kogane?” Keith nodded, his voice cracking slightly. “Yehahaha yhahahhaour thahahaickling me!” New tactic time. Keith leaned back as much as he could, slowly being laid down.

Kosmo got up after this, nails clicking onto the floor. His nose forced a break between the two, hovering over his dad and licking at his eyes as they tried to water over. Keith snorted, hands gently trying to push him away. “Nahaho, d-down boy.” He was panting softly before slowly hugging his baby.

James’s felt his face heat up slightly from the sight. Adorable! “What, that too much for you?” Kosmo and Keith both looked up at this. Keith looked tried from the little bit of attacking, and Kosmo stuck out his tongue a bit. God, Griffin was in love with puppy! “Don’t even think abou- EEK!” Keith covered his mouth and pulled Kosmo into him as his soles were poked. “Nahahao, dhahaon’t yahahou dahahahre!”

He tried to kick at the other, giggling and squealing with anticipation as he tried to escape. “Nhohoho! No, no, no, nahhaahHAHA!” He covered his mouth as he leaned forward, screaming softly as fingers would randomly scratch as his feet. He started to bounce in his seat, legs pulling for freedom. “Man, no wonder I could hear you when Shirogane or professor Wright pinned you down.” What?!

The hell?! Keith’s face turned bright, bright as butterflies filled his stomach from embarrassment. “Shahahut uahahahaip! Nohohohot thehehere, not there!” James eased up, slowly moving to sit further up the body. Ending back on Keith’s hips, he slowly moved the thin gray shirt up. He waited with a childish smirk for Keith to calm down.

However, Kosmo decided Keith didn’t need a break. His tail wagged with excitement as he leaned forward, nose hovering over the tum before touching down and earning a small squeal from his dad. “Ah! Kohoahosmo!” Keith started to scratch his babe’s ears, trying to bribe him away. But Kosmo wasn’t having it. He started to sniff over the navel, nuzzling lovingly into him.

That’s when a certain shriek let out, earning professor’s Wright’s attention. “Khahahaosmo!” James smirked a bit, his finger moving into where the wolf couldn’t reach. Keith screamed at the top of his lungs, jerking about. He was unaware of his father’s presence, not to mention his leave.

“Jahahahames!” Keith was squealing adorably and laughing so freely that the other almost didn’t want to stop. But he did out of mercy. He gave a small smile to the other before leaning his head down as Keith tiredly hid his panting, red face. Feeling lips on his stomach, his purple eyes widened. His face turned more red, if that was even possible.

“Dude, your so ticklish.” James laughed when he heard a whine escape from Keith’s mouth. He started to twist about, not wanting to be at the other’s mercy at the moment. “James, I swear,” the other screamed out before screaming at the top of his lunch when a vibration spread across his tummy from the navel.

Slowly, the brunette let go of the other, rubbing his stomach as he laughed. “Seriously, are you just a ball of nerves?” Griffin gasped as he was taken off guard, back hitting the floor as a panting, red faced Keith hovered above him. Keith cracked an evil smirk, watery eyes filled with delight. “Let’s see how ticklish you are, huh?”

Oh boy. James screamed out as fingers scratched under his arms. “Stahhahhahop it!” He started to kick out as a cool snoot snuck up his shirt. His face started to heat up as Keith’s started to cool. “Hhahahahahahaha! K-Kheheheith sthahahop thahaht!” He smacked at the human arms, gently trying to move away from the wolf who was sniffing and nuzzling up his ribs.

Keith was having fun, feeling a bit better about being stuck with the other. He let out a small snort. “I’m sorry, who’s the ball of nerves?” He received no answer before his own scream rang out once more, fingers scratching up his foot. “Alright you too, your needed on the Atlas” Adam smiled lovingly at the dorks before ruffling Keith’s hair.

“Adam,” Keith panted questioningly. He landed on James, panting softly. He froze as arms wrapped around him. James was... hugging him. Adam wore the same shocked expression as Keith before snorting when he realized it was just a reflex. Griffin laid his head back, eyes closed as he panted. “Yeah... we’ll be there soon.”

Kosmo jumped on them both as he tried to keep up with his grandfather, urging the two to get up quicker. As they did, James felt a bit... better about what he wanted to say. Taking the offered hand, he stood with a sigh. His smile dropped as he refused to look Keith in the eye. Taking his hand back, he watched as the other packed up his and his wolf’s belongings. “I.... hey, Kogane, I... I’m sorry.” Keith looked up in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” James was kicking himself for opening his mouth. “I’m sorry for being such a dick to you... since we were little. I’m sorry I ended our friendship and I’m sorry... I always.... bullied you.” Keith frowned a bit, his happy high looking down before sighing. “Hey, it’s in the past.”

It still hurt though but... today proved James had changed. The two offered awkward smiled before awkwardly starting for the Atlas. “So, busy later?” Keith smirked a bit. “Rematch?” It was on.

#vld #keith kogane #james griffin #tickle #tickling #ticklish #tickle fight #jeithish?#hell answers #fanfic #fanfiction

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jungshookz · 5 years

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I don’t really know if you take requests or not, but I think I have a cute idea I’d like to share! Maybe like, new puppy owner Y/N and pet shop employee Taehyung!

→ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

→ genre: petshopemployee!au, the cuTEST GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPY evER and it belongs to you now!!, an extra biG serving of fluff, u and tae r so shy it’s adorable

→ wordcount: 3.2k

(gif isn’t mine!)

what the hell are you doing here

out of all the places you could be on a sunday morning (aka in your nice warm bed) you are at… a pet store???

okay

here’s the backstory

you’ve been feeling pretty lonely lately (your ex broke up with you a month ago and it’s been diffiCuLT to say the least)

he said something about how you were holding him back and the spark is gone because you’re so busy with school and your job and blah blah blah all you remember is throwing your drink on him and storming out of the restaurant

it’s fine

he was a dick anyway!! you deserve better

but you’re not used to being.,,. alone

the apartment is just so quiet

you’re trying to get used to sleeping in the middle of your queen-sized bed again but somehow you always shift over to the right side of the bed because that’s your side

it’s been your side for the past four years

things are just different now

and sure you have your friends and stuff to hang out with (namjoon asked if you wanted to go out yesterday night with him and the rest of the boys but you turned him down because you were too busy throwing your own pity party) but it’s just not the same u kno

so that’s why you’re here now

at a pet shop

because you feel like getting a pet will help with the whole being lonely thing!! and also you’ve always wanted a pet so this will be great (when you were younger you had a goldfish one day you came home from school and kevin was on the floor because he juMPED OUT OF HIS TANK RIP kevin)

you kind of have an idea of what kind of pet you want

you definitely want something small

something low-maintenance since you’ll be busy at school

maybe like a hermit crab or something

a hamster? the constant running on the wheel would probably drive you insane

maybe a bird? but what if it flies out the window

a goldfish would bring back the painful memories of kevin so that’s going to be a HARd pass

and then

you see it

the gates of heaven

a pUPPY PIT

A WHOLE PIT OF PUPPIES

GO L DEN RETRIEVER PUPP IE S

you gasp and immediately turn away from the lovebird you were just looking at and the lovebird squawks like fuCK me i guESS

“oh my god” you whine quietly when all the puppies start running up to you as you stand in front of the pit

they’re all yipping and barking and getting up on their hind legs to try to get closer to you

sO CUTE

“hi! are you thinking about taking one of these guys home with you today?”

you turn around to-

oh my

your eyes flicker down to the employee’s name tag

‘taehyung’

you look back up at him

he might be cuter than the puppies

he smiles at you and tilts his head

oH he is DEFInitely cuter than the puppies

“oh! uh…”

girl

you can barely take care of yourself how the hell r u going to take care of a puppy

just tell taehyung no and ask him about pets that are easy to take care of

oH BUT LOOK AT THEIR WIDDLE PAWS AND THE CUTE LITTLE SNOOT ARE U KIDDING ME

and if you don’t take one of them home whO WILL

oh my god y/n

think this through

you don’t have space for a puppy

but you can MAKE space

puppies are expensive

but you can MAKE monEY

puppies need a lot of love and attention and affection and-

buT YOU HAVE A LOT OF LOVE AND ATTENTION AND AFFECTION TO GIVE

y/n no

y/n yes

y/n no

y/n yES

y/N N-

“yes! yes i am” you clear your throat before reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

oh man

it’s like you don’t even know how to interact with boys anymore

it’s okaY just go with the flow it’s not a big deal

everything’s chill

super cool

don’t be weird

please don’t be weird

“oh, that’s great!!!” he gasps and claps his hand together “are you a first time puppy owner?”

you nod excitedly and look down at the puppies yipping for your attention

“well, we should probably hook you up with the basics before you get the puppy part, hm? follow me!”

wha

wait what

waIT BUT THE PUPPIES

taehyung notices your hesitation and he raises a brow “this’ll only take like ten minutes, miss. fifteen minutes tops. c’mon!” he gestures for you to follow him before pulling out a cart by the counter

“so, what made you decide to get a puppy, if you don’t mind me asking?” taehyung starts picking up things here and there for you as the two of you wheel your way down the aisles

“well, i’ve always wanted a dog and now that i’m-“ oOF okay you’re not going to tell this cute stranger about your failed relationship

let’s not go there

maybe some other time!! “uh… now that i…. have a bigger apartment i decided i could fill up some space with a puppy!” you shrug and pluck a little mustard yellow harness from the shelf

you heard that harnesses are better because leashes can choke ur doggo and you don’t want to choke your doggo

plus a tiny harness on a tiny puppy cOMe on

“oH..,.,. my god,.,.” your heart basically stops in your chest when you spot the cutest pair of yellow rainboots with a matching raincoat

…yeah you’re getting those too

you don’t even care if you spenD like $1000 here (okay you’d care just a liTtle bit because u don’t even spend that much on urself)

meanwhile taehyung’s talking to you about how often you should take the dog out and how much to feed it and how much exercise it needs and how you need to put down puppy pee pads and you need to puppy-proof your house there’s just a loT of p’s flying around right now

yes you appreciate him for doing his job throughly but you can barely focus on what he’s saying because you’re picking out a bed and a little blankie and pillow and toyS and a food bowl and a water bowl and-

“whichever pup you end up choosing is going to be very lucky” taehyung chuckles as you duMP a whole load of treats into the cart and you look down at everything you’ve picked out before flashing him a sheepish smile

“think i’m getting a bit ahead of myself?”

“you probably don’t need-“ he pauses and looks down at the cart “-three full sized bags of carob-chip dog cookies? or four different pairs of rain boots??”

“oH but look how cuTE-“

usually taehyung would be aLL for the customer going crazy because that means he gets more commission but u seem really nice and just really excited and he doesn’t want u wasting your money on things you don’t need

the puppy itself is going to cost a good chunk of money so there’s that

“i think we’re all good to go!” tae sighs as he puts the last of your family-sized food bags back onto the shelf

he turns and grins at you “how about i bring all this stuff over to the front counter and i meet you by the puppy pit?”

fINALLY

FINALLY THE PUPPY PIT

you nod excitedly and ziP off towards the puppy pit and almost immediately the barking intensifies at your presence

you drop to your knees in front of the gate and stick your hand through the gaps between the bars and giggle when the pups start licking at your fingers (probably because u were touching dog cookies earlier because they looked like humaN cookies and you were about to treat urself to one but tae stopped you before you inhaled it)

“okay, which one of you wants to come home with me!!!!!” you squeal excitedly when tae finally comes around and unlocks the gate for you and you drop to your butt

you coo when a majority of the puppies start clambering over each other to get to you

you really are in heaven

this was a greAT way to spend your sunday morning

good job sad and lonely y/n!!!!!! (oof)

“oOH i can’t decide i wanna take them all home” you sigh and lean back against your palms and tae can’t help but laugh before taking a seat across from you

“yeah, it’s definitely going to be a difficult decision. i remember when i was choosing my dog it took me like three whole hours to finally say ‘okay, i’m choosing thiS one’”

“oh, you have a dog?”

“mhm! a pomeranian. his name is yeontan, but i call him tannie. he was supEr duper tiny when…” you don’t mean to be rude and space out while taehyung’s telling you about his dog but like,..,,. he’s just.,.,. so beautiful.,,

his soft, dark brown hair

his jawline and his cheekbones and his strong eyebrows and his sparkling eyes and his boxy grin and woW god really spent time on him because he is so,.,.., so handsome.,.,.,

maybe you’re just getting ahead of yourself

just because you’re lonely doesn’t mean you should go and juMP on the first guy that’s nice to you

maybe tae’s not actually thAt handsome and it’s just your sadness and desperation making you thiNK he’s handsome (no this is a complete lie even if you weren’t sad and desperate and lonely you would know that tae is very vERY attractive)

and what makes you think tae might be interested in you??? he’s literally only being nice because that’s his joB

you deflate a little bit at your own pessimistic thoughts and bring your attention back to the pups

taehyung is fully aware of the fact that he’s blabbering

but he can’t help it

he blabbers when he’s nervous!!!!! and right now he is vERy nervous because there is a very pretty girl sitting across from him and he hasn’t made a move on someone in so long so he’s reaLLy really out of the groove of things

is he talking too much about yeontan???? is he not talking enouGH about yeontan?? should he have let you keep those 4 pairs of rain boots and 3 bags of treats??? he doesn’t know!!!!! aHHHHH!!!!!!!!

also he doesn’t want there to be any awkward silence if he stopped talking so that’s why he’s keeping his mouth running and running and running and ruNNing-

“hey, buddy~ do you wanna come home with me?” you coo and lift up the puppy that’s calmly stuck by your side the entire time

he pokes his lil tongue out and you grin “what do you say?”

he yips and leans in to lick your nose

you feel an insTANT connection

you turn the puppy around so that he’s facing tae

and tae can’t help but laugh at the sight of you just holding the puppy like that

his legs are just dangling in midair but his tail is still wagging a mile a minute

“i think this might be my guy” you coo and let him back down onto his feet and he hops up onto your lap

you scratch behind his ear and he barks

“have you thought about potential names yet?”

you purse your lips and look down at the nameless puppy

“not yet… maybe you can help me come up with one?”

you didn’t know how hard it was to choose a name for something

it took you like three seconds to name kevin

but you and tae have been sitting here for almost forty minutes trying to come up with something

but also it’s not just up to you you think its important that the doG reacts to the name too

tae has multiple tabs open on his phone and he’s just reading names out to you

“baxter?”

you look down at the pup and it blinks back up at you

“jax?”

no reaction

“ace?”

nope

“scooter?”

nuh-uh

“sparky?”

still nothing

“rusty”

the pup growls at that one because rusty??? how inSULTING

“teddy”

nope

“cooper”

stiLL nothing

“duke”

nah

“how about milo?” you interrupt tae and keep your eyes trained on the pup

you want to thank the lords above when it barks and twirls around in a circle before sitting on his butt

“milo!” he barks again and sticks his tongue out “milo~” you coo and lift him up so that you can smoosh a kiss on his cheek

and if that’s not the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life taehyung doesn’t know whAT IS

“thank you for everything, by the way. you’ve been really helpful.” you tuck your credit card back into your wallet (it’s a good thing you didn’t end up getting those extra rain boots because ouCh the total was not a pretty number)

and then u realise

you haven’t even introduced yourself to tae

“oh! i’m y/n, by the way. probably should’ve started with that.” you chuckle sheepishly

taehyung smiles to himself as he sneaks an extra dog cookie into your bag

is he going to make his move

,.,., yes he is

“i’m taehyung,” he grins and you feel your heart flutter

hoO

your heart hasn’t fluttered like that in a long time

“-but you can call me later.” you can’t help but snort and taehyung grins as he rings up the last of your things

you can’t help but feel a sense of relief knowing that tae has taken an interest in you as well

“you’re lucky you’re cute” you mutter and tae looks up at you and raises a brow

“did you just call me cute?”

“i was talking to milo” you joke and tae raises his hands in defense

a moment of silence goes by

“hey, maybe milo and yeontan can meet each other one day or something…?” he clears his throat and punches a couple buttons on the computer

he’s not actually doing anything he’s just pretending like he’s doing something so that he can keep talking to u

“what do you think, milo?” you look down at milo and he blinks up at you “you wanna meet yeontan?” his mouth opens and he starts panting “what day is good for you, hm?”

milo barks before his hind leg is scratching behind his ear

classy

“is this sunday good for you? milo and i can meet you here, or… we could meet at the dog park, or…”

“or maybe i can take you out for breakfast first? there’s a really nice café downtown that allows dogs in there too… and, um, and then we could go to the dog park? we don’t have to, if you don’t want to, we can just go straight to the dog park if-“

“i would love to go for breakfast.” you smile shyly and your stomach does a flip-flop

taehyung sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth before nodding and reaching for the printer as your receipt starts printing out

you’re a bit preoccupied fawning over your new puppy so tae quickly scribbles his number down on the back of your receipt

he steps out from behind the counter so that he can help you carry your things to the car

“so, this is for you,” tae hands you the receipt and you take it from him “like i said before, you should probably puppy-proof your place if you haven’t done so yet. milo’s at the age where everything is something to chew on, so if you have a pair of expensive shoes or something you might wanna put them away-“ milo barks and starts walking slowly around you and tae

tae looks down at him and takes a step closer to you because he doesn’t want to accidentally steP on your puppy “um, yeah, so, electrical cords, laundry, especially dirty socks-“

milo starts walking again and his little paws pit-pat against the floor

“uh-huh,” you furrow your brows and look down at milo and he stops walking and promptly sits and looks up at you “sorry, what were you saying?”

“training treats are good, but don’t give him too many treats because…”

and now that you’re distracted again

milo makes his move

he’s a lil man with a lil plan

milo barks and starts running circles around you and tae

“milo-!”

you feel his leash starting to tighten around your ankles and the next thing you know you’re pressed riGHT up against tae

you stumble a little and let out a squeak of surprise

your hands shoot up to rest against tae’s chest to keep yourself balanced and tae instinctively reaches out to grab onto your hips

the two of you lock gazes and a beat of silence goes by before you’re both breaking out into nervous giggles

almost immediately your entire face flushes bright red

you certainly weren’t expecting this

“here, hand me his leash-“ taehyung takes it from you and bends down a little and starts unwinding the leash from around your guys’ legs

you want to diE (in a good way??) because tae still has one hand on your waist to keep you steady

then he’s scoOping milo up into his arms and turning him around so that he can look him in the eye “i can tell you’re going to be a bit of a troublemaker…”

milo barks and licks tae’s nose and tae grins before plopping him back onto the ground and handing you back the leash

“so…” tae shuts your trunk after helping you put everything in “i’ll see you sunday?”

you nod and offer him a smile before deciding to just dO iT

you are young and life is short and taehyung is cuTE

tae’s eyes widen when you plant a kiss on his cheek and a big fat grin immediately appears on his face

“i’ll see you su-“ you’re cut off when milo suddenly pops his head out from the passenger seat and barks

tae scoffs playfully “yeah, i’ll see you sunday too, milo”

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tiny-maus-boots · 5 years

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Soulmates AU pt 8a

Summary: Inspired by Soulmate(s) au, soulmate(s) au pt 2 , and Soulmate(s) au pt 3 hc by @fandom-heaux . An AU in which everyone is born with a smudged birthmark. As you find your mate in life the smudge forms their name when you’ve made an impression on them. In this world Beca doesn’t realize she has any, let alone three.

Author’s Note: I know this is unexpected and seems like a really fast turnaround on the previous chapter. Just bear with me because I promise I will explain it. This is only the first part of this chapter.

Aubrey

The very first thing she noticed was the faint sound of nails scratching on tile and a confused if annoyed warbling growl. Then the smell hit her. Oh God. It was bad. Really really bad. Aubrey gave a tiny cough, her nose crinkled and she looked over her shoulder at Chloe still blissfully asleep with one arm thrown over Aubrey’s middle keeping them impossibly close. Chloe’s warm body was stretched along her back, the warmth of her breath warmed Bree’s shoulder where the redhead’s nose was nuzzled in. Of course her mate would be adorably unaware of the extremely pungent odor drifting in from somewhere outside their bedroom. Aubrey carefully extracted herself from Chloe’s sleeping death grip and padded over to the dresser to quickly pull on some sweats before the chill seeped into her sleep warm body.

She shut the drawer and for a moment the scratching sound stopped and she wondered what exactly Bella was up to. Aubrey glanced one last time at Chloe and sighed. The sun kissed over one bare calve poking out from the tangle of sheets and it stole Aubrey’s breath from her lungs. Her eyes trailed up Chloe’s body, drinking in the smooth expanse of skin and the soft definition of muscles in her mate’s back and arms. A faint smile curved her lips even in sleep and Aubrey knew there was absolutely no reason she should wake her, it was just one small fox, how bad could it be? The blonde leaned down and trailed feather light kisses over Chloe’s brow then prepared herself to face the origin of the smell. The second she stepped through the closet into the bathroom Aubrey realized exactly how bad it could be. The stench was choking and she had to cover her nose with her sleeve covered hand. “Jesus…that…” Aubrey had to stop speaking because she felt like she could taste the smell on the back of her tongue and the idea alone almost made for an explosive incident.

Something rustled under the large now half chewed wicker laundry basket and she side stepped it to open up the window. “Bella!” There was silence as the basket shifted then something that sounded suspiciously like the fox was mocking her tone. Aubrey tried to lift the basket but it moved and she slid a little on the wet tile of the floor as she chased the basket around, finally lifting it enough to see the fox gnawing at the toe of one of her 500 dollar knee high boots. “Those are Armani!”

Bella warbled defiantly giving a low hissing growl when Aubrey tried to get close to the boot. Oh it reeked. Nope. No way. Aubrey let the basket drop back down in disgust and rolled her eyes toward the heavens. Cleaning up after a barely domesticated wild animal that chewed up her designer boots and talked back was never her plan in life. Her plan in life had been to study hard and earn her degrees, pass her bar exam and find a nice big law firm to claw her way to the top of. And sure she’d thought about her life with a mate, all little girls did. She pictured her perfect wedding to the perfect man, with her perfect dress and the most perfect floral arrangements. She’d thought of their perfect home and their two perfect children, and their perfectly perfect life where everything was clean and austere and nothing was ever broken and her clients were all Hollywood stars with more money than good sense.

Aubrey settled on the edge of the tub with her elbows resting on her knees and stared at the over turned basket. “This wasn’t supposed to be my life you know.” Bella’s black furred snoot poked out of the handle hole as if she were really interested in hearing what Aubrey had to say. “I was supposed to have the career, the family, the respect of my peers. My life was supposed to be perfect…I was supposed to be a respectable lawyer.” The fox gave her a disbelieving snort and Aubrey laughed. “Okay as respectable as any lawyer in the entertainment industry could be. Which just sounds like a silly goal when I say it out loud.” Bella gave a wise huff of agreement.

She leaned forward and rubbed her face with her hands trying not to sigh too deeply lest she taste the smell of fox pee again. “I guess I just never envisioned my life with Chloe.” A soft chuckle escaped her and she shook her head. “To be fair I don’t think anyone is creative enough to envision a Chloe in their life, with all her quirks and messes. She sheds like a beast you know. There is red hair EVERYWHERE. And the fur from all the animals she brings home. I had to veto all reptiles when she tried to bring a blind worm inside once because ‘it isn't even technically a snake, Aubrey!’. And she has this thing about keeping all of the disposable slippers she gets when she gets a pedicure. I had to buy a whole basket to store them in because she absolutely refuses to get rid of them. She leaves her dishes in the sink without rinsing them, and she leaves her wet towels on the floor after her showers.” Aubrey looked at the chewed and shredded pee soaked towels scattered on the bathroom floor and shook her head. “Which you already found.”

Bella tucked her nose back into the basket and shuffled around, patches of red fur poking out between the wicker as she readjusted and settled. Aubrey swung her legs over the edge of the tub and pulled up the legs of her sweats. The water was cold where it splashed her feet and she moved quickly to adjust it. Her thoughts wandered and she spoke over her shoulder to the fox still hiding under the laundry basket. “But you know…even with all the strays, and dirty dishes, and stupid broken front door…” Aubrey sighed deeply and smiled softly at the life she led instead of the life she had planned for. “I wouldn’t trade a second of it for perfection.” The fox warbled again and Aubrey laughed and stuck her feet under the spray of water, reaching for the body wash so she wouldn’t track urine all over the house.

“I know. That’s some kind of sap, but it’s true. Chloe is my home and without her warmth I’d have nothing. Which is why losing her scares me so much. I’m just not sure who I would even be without her. I’d follow her anywhere…even if…” Aubrey finished quickly and turned off the water with a sigh. Even if Chloe’s path took her away from them as a couple and closer to them as something else. She watched the tub drain for a second her mind still rolling over the differences between the life she led and the one she always thought she wanted. Whatever was going to happen in the future it could never take away the home she had with Chloe, or the life she had gotten to lead until now. She turned and stopped before her feet hit the floor. There was no towel to dry her feet with and she didn’t quite trust the cleanliness of the dry tiles that she could see. “Oh shoot.”

“Hey…” Aubrey’s head snapped up and she looked up at Chloe leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom, wrapped in the soft crocheted throw blanket from their bed. There was a panicked moment where she wondered if Chloe had heard but the redhead scrunched her nose and gave a tiny cough. “Oh my God that’s awful.” Bella mimicked Chloe’s tone, her nose poking back out of the hole as she mocked the two women. Aubrey didn’t want to laugh, really she didn’t but it was impossible not to when Bella was being so damned frustratingly cute. Aubrey brought her eyes up to Chloe’s smiling ones and felt her heart settle just a little more. No. She wouldn’t trade a heartbeat of it for anything else in the world.

“Throw me a towel will you?” Chloe nodded and ducked back into the closet for a moment, returning with one of their older beach towels. She tossed it across the bathroom and Aubrey caught the bundle easily. Honestly she didn’t want to put it down on the floor to walk over because she had a feeling the smell would never come out, but she really didn’t want to put her newly washed bare feet down on the tile either. Aubrey was still staring at the floor debating when Chloe padded across the floor and handed her a pair of thin foam sandals. “Wha...”

“I told you they’d come in handy one day….” Aubrey took the neon green slippers and laughed, her free hand reaching out to snag her mate’s as she slid her feet into them. Chloe’s blue eyes softened when Aubrey brought her knuckles up for a soft kiss. “You’re my home too, Bree. You’re always gonna be my home.” Aubrey stiffened for a second realizing that Chloe had in fact heard her conversation with Bella but there was nothing but love on Chloe’s face. “Even if you are kind of an annoying neat freak.”

Aubrey stood and pulled Chloe against her body with a playful jerk and nipped at her lip. “Fair-ish.” She was an annoying neat freak and felt absolutely no shame in it. She brought their lips together in a lingering kiss that was much softer than her playful tone had hinted at. When she pulled back Aubrey nudged at Chloe’s nose with her own. There was no sense in wondering what things could have been, or even what they could yet be. Right now they had each other and that was enough for Aubrey. “Let’s get this cleaned up, I’ll make breakfast. We can invite the girls.”

It fell between them and Aubrey blinked then pulled her head back, blinking in confusion. Why had that even come out of her mouth? Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she struggled to come up with any kind of logical motive for wanting to spend time with Beca and Stacie. Chloe bit her lip and watched the blonde try to work that out for a few seconds longer before smiling gently. “I’m gonna get dressed.” Chloe kissed Aubrey’s cheek and disappeared leaving Aubrey alone to weigh out her words again. Her lips twisted in a grimace as realization dawned on her.

“Oh God what's happening right now?? It's like….I like them. Ugh. ”Bella gave an answering disgusted huff and Aubrey nodded at the basket in agreement. Damnit. “True dat.”

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hejgyrus · 7 years

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Cameron's First Time (p 1)

Pre-words: Ok just before we start... this is not legit, this is just the horny fantasy of a virgin fag (me!). Our story begins with Cameron (18 M) getting ready to go out on a date with his new boyfriend Ari (21 M).

//TL;DR to find fucking scene, do CTRL+F and type [FUCKING BOOKMARK]

Narrator: Tonight is Cameron's big night. His heart is flying all over the place as he prepares for his date with his new man he just met on the internet (this will end well, shut up). He has only seen pictures all over Instagram but he knows some things about Ari: he's ~6' 5", dirty blond, long-ass dreadlocks, works out, and tames horses. Cameron himself is: 5" 6', extremely white and red eye'd (he's somewhat albino, it's not obvious from a distance), 97 lb, white hair, and really smooth. For the past hour Cameron has been preparing for this event: choosing cloths, trying clear lipstick, regretting that choice, regretting that choice; and finally decided to just go for a cute messy look. A white button-down t-shirt, light grey shorts and some hair gel to make it seem as a bully gave him a nuggy. (he ended up going back on the lipstick).

Cameron: Fuck, shit, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!!! Oh god, regret, regret! I'm not doing this, nope, nope, not today. I'll just... kill myself! Ya, that should be a good way out of this. No wait, science is too good for that, and Ari will find me dead.

*ding dong*

Cameron: I'M LEAVING, OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW! I CAN'T TAKE THIS.

*door knocking*

*Cameron walks towards door regretting*

Cameron: I'll just throw up on his shoes, that should make him leave.

*Open's door to a giant Manticore*

Cameron: Woh, Hi!

Ari: *snickers* wSup?

Cameron: (gently)Panicking, (fully)still alive

Ari: Ready to go?

Cameron: (NO!) Sure

Narrator: The two get into Ari's decent looking open cockpit jeep, and head off to an outdoor restaurant on the beach. When they arrived they saw a pretty fun place with a small main building and a field of beach couches surrounding picknick-like coffee tables, the sun was setting beautifully on the horizon. Cameron finally managed to compose himself.

Ari: This place is great, I worked here as a bartender while I was at school.

Cameron: Wow, what were you studying?

Ari: Veterinary practices.

Cameron: Ah

Narrator: The two sit at a "table" closer to the water, when a waitress comes over to to her job, you fill in the dialog.

Her:

Ari:

Her:

Cameron:

Her:

Cameron:

Narrator: Ari got a steak done cut up to be edible without leaning forward, and Cameron got a chicken salad, but the chicken is actually pork, it is a pork salad.

Ari: Aright, ya know what... I'm not good with dating...

Cameron: Oh don't worry, this is actually my first time.

Ari: Really! Then let's do the all the cliches, just for the lulz.

Cameron: Ok.

Ari: So tell me about yourself?

Cameron: Oh, god this is going to take a minute. I guess it all started when I was born.

Ari: ..

Cameron: I was born to a pair of Icelandic swingers who decided to elope to Israel, lying about being Jewish to get in free, who decided to fuck around and got stuck with me! I don't know much about them because the orphanage was incompetent for the most part, but they did tell me my mother was 7" 2'... I guess the Icelandic giant's gene.

Ari: Wait then why are you so short?

Cameron: There, actually, is a good reason for that! It's sad but good. Ok, so they left me at an orphanage... Now the Israelis are on the darker end of Caucasians, right? And the country is mostly a desert, so they didn't know my tolerance for sunlight, and decided to be conservative. I didn't really go out and play a lot. That didn't stunt my growth, but it did make me... smaller then the other kids.

Ari: How big did they get?

Cameron: Look at your arms and drop 3 inches

Ari: Oh

Cameron: So back to the house. *Narrator: Wow he opened up quick!* My first foster family was great, the dad was a high ranking military guy. The mother was very active in the community, her two sons were soo nice to me, always forcing me out of my shell and taking me out with their friends. Their friends, on the other hand, were not good people.

Ari: Y

Cameron: Well there's this word in Hebrew, "Arrsce"... It's a healthy mix of punk and bitch. They were that.

Ari: Where's this going...

Cameron: Well shit happened and they beat me up. Violently... comatose-ly. I lost 3 months of my life, and my Icelandic giant's gene.

Ari: Holy shit dude.

Cameron: Ya after that, and the media fire, technicalities happened and a US dignitary managed to "extradite" me to and keep me as his foster kid.

Ari: Lucky break?

Cameron: No he was pretty cold to me, and the rest of his family, but at 16 the state said I could leave the house and live somewhere else on their rent so long as I worked. And I did. I got an apartment over a subway where I still work.

Ari: Quite the life story.

Cameron: Ya I got use to my past.

Ari: But you can't accept that as normal, that was one of the saddest stories I heard in awhile.

Cameron: Too late.

Narrator: Ok I realize you have been waiting for the fucking, you fucking perv... I'll get to that soon...

Cameron: So what about you? You should have some stories.

Ari: Ahh well. My early life started off boring and bland from a broken family.

Cameron: Same!

Ari: He, sure... my life didn't really start until I got my first job a this little horse ranch. Well, like I said, bland and boring.

Cameron: You aren't boring, I love horses... at my size I need something under me to be my bitch (and it defiantly couldn't be you)

Narrator: The two continue to talk about meaningless drivvle to which I do not feel like writing out. If you have never been on a date, imagine a conversation... there ya go, that's what's happening. After a spectacular diner the two proceed to take a nice calm walk on the beach, now going dark.

Cameron: This is a day I won't forget for a long time, thanks for this luv.

Ari: Why dose it have to end? Ya know I have a whole tent and camping shit just lying around in my car, we could just camp out on the beach for the night.

Cameron: I don't know, I don't usually sleep with a guy I just met.

Ari: You've never dated.

Cameron: Point, let's do it!

Ari: Great, take this flashlight and start collecting fire wood, I'll go get the jeep... it's gonna take me about 10 minutes.

Cameron: *sarcastically* I miss you already.

Ari: Bye *kisses Cameron on the lips lightly, like they've been together for years*

Cameron: I... Iiii.. wut

Ari: *with slight regret* I'll be back *Leaves running*

Cameron: Wait I just let this guy leave me alone on a beach at night! He kissed me! How do I know he won't run away. Wait I just had my first kiss! *turns on this tiny pocket sized flashlight that lights up the entire rock face of the cliff the beach sits on* Wouw... I don't know how shallow he is but I'd come back for this flashlight.

Narrator: Cameron collects whatever scrap wood he could find, growing a large pile by the time Ari came back following the immensely powerful vibrator sized flashlight as a beacon.

Ari: Aright! Let's see what we got here...

Cameron: You kissed me.

Ari: Lemme just get started on this fire first.

Cameron: Is this how first times go?

Ari: *fiddling with matches* You mean me not thinking before I act, sure why not.

Cameron: Are we just going to forget that

Ari: *looks him in the eye awkwardly* Yes *Boops Cameron on his snoot*

Cameron: Ahowkey I'll just unpack the tent.

Ari: Oh its one of those spring loaded type deals, just pull off the straps and it will explode.

*Pulls off straps and out pops a giant tent*

Cameron: Oh!

Narrator: Now with the fire blazing and crackling because of moisture, the tent exploded out and tied in place with an inflatable mattress inside (No Ari isn't a creep who just caries around a fuck tent, and it isn't a fuck tent). The two just sit around staring off at the black horizon talking about some deep shit.

Cameron: I was beaten a lot.

Ari: Why

Cameron: Governor Shit-ass was for corporal punishment

Ari: What the cold American family

Cameron: Yup

Ari: You wanna talk about it.

Cameron: No.

Ari: What did they do.

Cameron: Everything.

Ari: Tell me.

Cameron: Nothing was ever right. I couldn't make my bed straight, speak without stuttering, keep straight A+(s) for 4 year.

Ari: *hold him* you're not alone.

Cameron: At some point, he couldn't stand me so much he put me in an orphanage in his town to teach me a lesson.

Ari: Did they also beat you?

Cameron: All because of him.

Ari: Hey, come here... ya wanna know something? One time my Dad was having one of his fits, and he threw me across the house so hard my arm broke in half. I came back at him so hard he lost consciousness.

Cameron: I've never been naked.

Ari: What.. how?

Cameron: I mean I bathe and everything, but in living alone for 2 years, I've never just been naked.

Ari: Was it Governor Shit-ass?

Cameron: The orphanage had a very creative way of punishing those who explore themselves.

Ari: What?

Cameron: The doctor said I started puberty, and the a week later, I got my first boner. I didn't understand what was happening so I ran to the bathroom and started poking around at it. And a nun followed me thinking I was sick, but she caught me, and she thought I was masturbating.

Ari: ..

Cameron: Then she dragged me out of the bathroom and kicked me senseless.

Ari: No

Cameron: But it didn't end there. The next day they took me to the auditorium, which had a thrust built out for a play. They stood me in the middle of the thrust and told me to strip.

Ari: Did you?

Cameron: I didn't understand why, but after I finished stripping and was just stood up there ashamed of myself I heard a storm of foot steps coming towards the door. I tried to run but the nuns were all there looking at me. Then the entire orphanage burst in looking confused until one boy pointed at me and started laughing.

Ari: Oh my god

Cameron: I tried to cover myself up but a nun whipped me on my back and told me to straighten up and put my hands on my head. *now crying a little* and I did.

Ari: *holds him tighter*

Cameron: Then she said, "This is what happens when you explore

your body, you have to share what you found!"

Ari: That's terrible

Cameron: The boys were just pointing at me laughing, and the girls were giggling and disgusted. I couldn't do anything but stand up there and cry. Then the nuns cleared a path for me to walk out naked and alone with my hands on my head, then they led me to my dorm and left me to get dressed.

Ari: ..

Cameron: I cried in my bed for hours until the rest of the boys came to go to sleep. I heard them talk about me, but they didn't notice me.

Ari: You were hiding.

Cameron: The next day no-one would look at me straight, and even one kid pantsed me in the middle of class so that everybody me see my bare ass like yesterday.

Ari: Hey look at me, that's all in the, loook at me. You're 18, you're out of the system. I'm here for you.

Cameron: *hugges Ari as hard as he could*

[FUCKING BOOKMARK]

Ari: D.. Do you want to be naked?

Cameron: Yes.

Ari: Ok come here, stand up. I'm here for you, just follow my lead.

*Ari standing on his knees starts unbuttoning Cameron's shirt slowly*

*Cameron watches him as one half of his face is pitch black and the other glows in the fire*

*Ari gets to the bottom of the buttons, and pulls his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground*

Ari: How do you feel?

Cameron: Nervous.

*Ari undoes Cameron's belt and with one swift move pulls it out leaving it a few feet away*

*Cameron feels his pants drop slightly, suddenly he feels some of that same fear from the orphanage*

*Ari undoes the single button holding Cameron's pants up and slowly lets them drop while looking him in the eyes*

*Cameron feels his knees shutter*

Ari: Now how do you feel?

Cameron: Scared.

Ari: Do you wanna keep going?

Cameron: *nods*

*Ari looks at Cameron's underwear, they were big loose black boxers*

*Ari slowly moves his hands up Cameron's smooth legs to his pants and gently grabs each side*

*Cameron remembers the feeling of that one boy who too pantsed him and prepares to cover what's underneath*

*Ari pulls, ever so gently and slowly taking in every moment of the experience, Cameron is about to break out of a thick shell. The waist line almost got to the base of Cameron's cock when he moves his hands in to cover himself.*

*Ari continues to pull until they're all the way down*

*Cameron has his head down, he's all tense... like he's hiding*

Ari: Look at me *tilts Cameron's head up*, how do you feel?

Cameron: Alone.

*Ari swiftly grabs Cameron and gently lays him on his back, on the sand, next to the fire and sits over him. All of Ari's dreads flow off the the right, away from the fire, forming a curtain. The fire illuminates Ari's whole face glowed in the fire*

*Ari grabs Cameron's wrists, still firmly covering what little was left, and moves them to his sides. Cameron is now totally exposed*

Ari: *softly* How do you feel?

Cameron: Like running away.

*Ari puts hand on Cameron's chest. Even if he wanted to, Cameron couldn't run away... but he didn't want to.*

Ari: What about now?

Cameron: I want to scream.

*Ari comes down and kisses him on the lips, he was so slow and took his time*

*Cameron whimpers slightly, he can feel Ari's tongue slowly slip through his lips and rest on his tongue. The sensations, emotions, and fears finally got to him and he blacked out*

Narrator: Ok what? I just got back in after I was forced out of the script because I was labeled a distraction for this scene. Ok.. so, the night goes by and Cameron slept like a rock. The next day he wakes up to the sun and finds himself undisturbed, the fire somehow went on all night and Ari was asleep at his side. There were a few people at the beach that early, all nude... turns out this was a nudist beach. Cameron pays them no mind as he walks into the ocean to wake himself up; the water is warm. Ari wakes up a few minutes later and sees Cameron's white hair glisten in the sun as he plays in the water. Ari found some of that weird instant-coffee-juice-shit and pours out 2 red solo cups. When Cameron got back, his smooth white skin wet and glowing in the sun, he sat down on Ari's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck and started to make out with him. Neither of them cared that they were being watched.

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